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 The Eager Little Sister By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)



   Note to reader: This is a continuing story.  Comments to the author are
always welcomed and appreciated.  PJ





   Chapter Two





   Barbra watched her brother move a finger up and down the slightly puffy
lips of Kelly's pussy.  There was a sudden response between her own slim
thighs, a tingling sort of feeling that made her want to touch herself
there.  She had experienced the same feeling before, but not so strong.



   She gasped as her brother's finger moved up and down the slit of Kelly's
cunt.  She heard Kelly giggle childishly and she also saw the perceptible
movement of the girl's hips.



   "Let's take her panties down," Rick said, his voice strange to Barbra.
"Let's take her panties down, John."



   Now Barbra knew who the other boy was.  John and Rick had been close
friends for two or three years now, always together.



   She watched them pull Kelly's panties down, letting them dangle at her
spread knees.  Kelly continued to maintain her posture: her hips arched
forward, sweet pussy fully exposed to the two boys.  The tingling sensation
between Barbra's thighs became very strong and she pressed her legs
together, but that only made it burn hotter than ever.



   Kelly giggled often, her eyes watching the boy's hands as they touched
her twat.  Now and then she wiggled as if they were tickling her.  Barbra
could almost feel their fingers between her own thighs.



   "I want ..." she heard Kelly stammering with shyness in her voice. 
"Wanna feel better .  I like it."



   "I know what you want, Kelly," John said, giving a low laugh.  "You want
me to do it or Rick?"



   "Let Rick do it," Kelly said, her face turning crimson.  "I want Rick to
do it.  You done it before, John."



   "What's she talking about?" Rick asked.



   "She wants you to stick your finger in her pussy,' John replied.  "Go
ahead ...  she likes a finger in there."



   "Are you sure?" Rick asked, doubtful.  "She looks kinda little to me."



   "Aw, she likes it, Rick," John urged.  "I've had my finger up her pussy
lots of times.  Go on...  put your finger in.



   Barbra could hardly breathe.  She was doing everything in her power to
keep from dancing about.  The sensation between her thighs was making her
mind reel.  There was a very powerful pulsation there, a throbbing feeling
that was not only deep inside but also around the whole area of her crotch.
It seemed to radiate outward, spreading to her shaking thighs and the
cheeks of her tight, sweet little ass.  She watched her brother poke
tentatively at Kelly's pussy then his finger was gone.  It seemed to have
simply disappeared inside the girl's pussy all the way to his knuckles.



   "It sure is wet and hot," she heard her brother say in his strange
voice. "Tight, too."



   When Rick pulled his finger free, Barbra saw the lips of Kelly's cunt
clinging to it then it was out.  His finger glistened wetly.



   She sure is pretty there," she heard him say.  "I've never seen anything
so pretty before."



   Then Rick did something that caused Barbra to almost fall backwards.



   Rick, without a word, suddenly darted his face forward and kissed
Kelly's cunt.



   "Oooo!" Kelly giggled.  "That was nice.  Rick.  Kiss me again... 
there."



   Rick pursed his lips and pressed them-to the golden-haired twat, kissing
it longer this time.  When he drew back, there was the loud smacking sound
of his kiss.



   "Hey, that was okay!" John said.  "I never thought about that before."



   "I just wanted to kiss her, "Rick said, suddenly embarrassed at what he
had so impulsively done.  "I don't know...  I just wanted to."



   As though Rick had one-upped him, John said, "Watch this.  Barbra saw
him fumbling at the front of his pants then his cock was out.  Barbra
stared at his prick with huge eyes.  Until now all she knew of a cock was
that it was long and became hard when a boy was excited.  She had certainly
never seen one.  She was fascinated by John's cock.  The thickness of it
surprised her and the head was so swollen she thought it must be very
painful.



   "Pump it, Kelly," he said, taking the girl's wrist and placing her hand
on his prick.



   Kelly wrapped her fingers about John's cock and began to jerk back and
forth.  Barbra's legs trembled and she felt very weak.  There was a
noticeable itch in the palms of her hands and she fought off the almost
overwhelming urge to join them, to feel that big cock herself.



   "Take your cock out, too," John said, puffing a bit.  "Take yours out
and let her jack you, too."



   "Aw, she don't wanna touch mine," Rick said.



   "Yes I do," Kelly giggled, her fist working on John's cock a little
faster.  "I want to touch yours.  Come on, Rick...  you touched mine.  It's
only fair."



   "Well..."



   Barbra watched her brother pull his cock from his pants.  She gazed at
it then at John's.  She decided then and there that Rick's cock was the
prettiest, the biggest and hardest.  It wasn't, of course, but he was her
brother and she wanted him to be the best of all at everything.



   Kelly reached out and took Rick's prick in her other hand and began to
stroke on it.  Barbra watched with enormous eyes.  Kelly was pumping on
both hard cocks and it appeared as if she were enjoying it.  She listened
to the two boys grunt and moan and now she could not stop herself from
pressing a small fist into her crotch.  The burning sensation was ever so
delicious now.



   "Oh, I don't know if I can..." she heard John grunt in a thick voice. 
"I don't know if I...oh shit!  I gotta..."



   Barbra saw the white cum spurt from the tip of his cock and before she
could see where it went, there was another one.  Now she saw that the stuff
was splashing onto Kelly's smooth thigh.  She also saw that her little fist
was jerking faster.



   "Ooohh, damn!"



   It was Rick's voice, but Barbra didn't lift her eyes to his face.  She
had never heard her brother use such words before.  She was anticipating
what he would do.  She hoped he would sOuirt stuff from his cock the way
John did, only more so.  Kelly pumped faster on his cock, still hanging on
to the cock of John.  White globs flew from the head of Rick's prick and
then he spurted fast and furious.  Barbra did not see where the jism
landed; her eyes were hot on the flare of his piss-hole.



   "That was better than doing it myself." She heard her brother saying.



   "Kelly does it-for me all the time." John bragged.  "I never have to
jack myself off."



   Chapter Three





   Barbra found the strength to move away, to walk on home.  As she walked,
she thought of what she had seen.  The things she had heard.  There was
something very exciting about this, something that seemed to get inside
her.



   Many people turned to look at the girl as she walked slowly, deep in
thought.



   Barbra was a small girl, with an extremely beautiful face.  Her face was
almost painfully sweet, pure with innocence.  It was the kind of face
people wanted to reach out to, to cuddle and take care of.  Everything she
wore emphasized her beauty.  That day she had worn a pleated skirt and
white blouse.  The white blouse was not tight, but her nipples could be
seen.  The pleated skirt bounced gaily as she walked, her little ass
writhing in a natural manner of graceful, fluid motion.



   Barbra had coppery-red hair, a color that glowed and glistened in the
light.  Normally, a girl with that hair coloring would be fair of
complexion, but Barbra was tanned lightly.  There was not a blemish on her
smooth flesh anywhere.  Despite her small size, she was perfectly
developed, flawlessly shaped.



   Her brother Rick, only a year older, towered a full head over Barbra. 
But she liked that.



   Barbra had large brown eyes, eyes that sparkled with youthful
excitement, the sheer pleasure of living.  She had a habit of glancing at
people in such a way many considered seductive.  But with her sweet face,
it was not interpreted that way.  Her nose was small and her mouth full and
lips moist.  They were soft lips, like velvet.



   Now, standing on the second-floor landing at school, looking out at the
throng of students, she was once more remembering that day.  She had felt
herself jealous of Kelly, jealous that Rick had touched her between the
thighs, jealous because the girl had jacked Rick off...  and not her.



   Barbra didn't want any girl touching her brother, not that way.  If Rick
wanted that--needed it--she would be more than happy to help him.  But she
didn't know how to go about letting him know.  She considered simply and
boldly telling him what she had seen then bluntly saying she would let him
touch her, that she would make his cock spurt.  But she couldn't bring
herself to do it.



   What Barbra didn't know was that as she stood on the landing above Rick
and John, the two boys were looking up.  They were discussing her as they
looked up her dress.  If she had been aware of this, Ouite possibly she
would have run off blushing.



   What the boys were looking at was Barbra's sweet smooth thighs, the way
her ass swelled out and the tight fit of her panties.  Since she was
standing with her feet slightly apart and one knee hooked between the
railings of the banister, they could also see the crotch of her panties. 
She had worn a pair of white panties today and the material did not conceal
the very small dark shadow of her scant cunt-hair.  Also, her pussy made a
tantalizing lump in the crotch of her panties.



   The boys were talking about wanting to look at and feel her, the way
Rick had done with Kelly.



   As she stood there, unaware that they were talking about her, looking up
under her dress, it suddenly came to Barbra who Kelly was.



   Kelly was John's sister!  For the rest of the afternoon, Barbra was on
pins and needles.  Knowing that Kelly and John were brother and sister,
-she felt she could now devise some method to let her own brother know she
was available for lewd things.  She felt a relief, a relief that had been
hanging over her since that day, yet not Ouite enveloping her.



   After school she ran home, knowing her parents would not be there.  Both
of them had jobs and often they didn't come home until seven or eight at
night.  If they were going to be later, they always called.



   Now, she thought as she burst into the house, if only Rick will come
home instead of hanging out at school the way he did much of the time.



   With anticipation bubbling hotly inside her exquisite body, Barbra ran a
hot bath.  She washed herself.  After toweling dry, she placed perfume in
strategic areas of her body.  She had never used perfume before, but she
wanted her brother to be attracted to her.  Somehow, she managed to keep
from overdoing it.  She dressed in a becoming dress, discarding the idea of
shorts.  Instinctively, without any knowledge of how to be seductive,
Barbra managed to convey her availability to Rick anyway.



   She heard him as he entered the house and her heart leaped inside her
chest.  With a lump in her throat, she went out to meet him.



   "Decided to come home for a change," she said, her voice odd and she had
to struggle to keep a tremor out of it.



   John glanced at his sister.  "Anything wrong with that?"



   Barbra glanced down at the floor, shy.  She had not intended to sound
bossy.  That was the last thing she wanted to sound like at this moment. 
Rick saw her crestfallen expression.



   "Aw, don't get mad, Barbra." He said.



   "I'm not mad, Rick."



   "You look nice." He said.



   Barbra brightened, lifting her eyes.  She clamped her hands behind her
and swayed her hips childishly.  "Do you really think so?"



   "Like the man said...good enough to eat."



   With a laugh, she skipped to him, stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
She had not kissed her brother in years and now she was glad she had done
it.



   "What was that for?" he asked.



   "You're the best brother in the whole big world!" Barbra smiled at him.
"I've got the best brother of all!



   For a moment Rick didn't say anything.  He just looked at his sister. 
He was looking at her as if he had never seen her before.  "You're
different." He said.



   "How am I different?" She countered, looking down shyly.



   "Well you smell good, for one thing." He said, peering at her.  "You
look different, too.  I don't know how different, but different.  Aw, you
know what I mean, Barbra."



   "Do you like me?" she asked in a shy voice, looking at him from lowered
lashes.



   "Sure, I like you.  You're my sister, aren't you?"



   "I don't mean that way," she pouted.  "Do you like me better than any
other girl in the whole world?"



   "How am I supposed to like you?"



   "Well..." She shuffled one foot on the carpet.  "I don't know.  I just
kinda thought...well, that you liked me better than other girls."



   "You're acting funny, Barbra." Rick said.  "Is something wrong with
you?"



   "No," she said then in a whisper, "Yes, there is something wrong with
me."



   "You better tell the folks," he said.  "You might have to see a doctor."



   "I can't tell them what's wrong with me." She replied.  "And I certainly
don't need to see any damned old doctor."



   Rick's eyes widened.  "Did I hear you say 'damned'?"



   Barbra placed her hands on her hips and stamped her small foot.  "Yes,
you did, Rick Stone!  I said damn ...  damn, damn!  I'll say it again,
too!"



   "What's wrong with you?" he asked again.



   "Why don't you open your damned old eyes and take a damned good look,
damn you!" she shouted at him.



   "You're dinghy." Rick said.  "I don't understand what you're talking
about."



   "I'm talking about pussy...and fuck and ...  cock ...and...  " Her voice
trailed off and she blushed a deep red.  But her eyes continued to glare at
her brother.  Rick stood there, mystified and surprised to hear the words
his sister was shouting at him.



   "Yes!" she said, her courage taking hold again.  "I said cock and pussy
and fuck and fuck you!"



   She whirled and fled from the room, going to her bedroom and flinging
herself facedown onto the bed, tears in her eyes.



   Rick stood for a while in the living room.  None of it made sense to
him. He went to her bedroom door and knocked.



   "Barbra?" he called out.



   There was no reply.



   "Barbra?  Let me talk to you." he said through the door.



   "Go away!  she yelled.  "Go away and and...fuck yourself!"



   He tried the doorknob, but it was locked.  "Open up and let me in,
Barbra.  Let's talk about this."



   "Go play with Kelly."



   "Huh?"



   But Barbra did not reply.  She had shouted that at him in anger.  She
had not intended to let him share in her secret, to let him know she had
spied on him that day.  She sat up, staring at the door.  Finally, she went
to it and unlocked it then flung herself face down on the bed again.



   Rick opened the door and entered.



   His sister's feet were toward him and when she had flung herself down,
the skirt of her dress flew to the lovely cheeks of her ass.  Her slender,
shapely thighs were fully revealed, as well as the tight panties that
covered the sweet swells of her ass cheeks.  For a moment, Rick stood and
gazed at the beautiful view then moved to the bed and sat down on the edge
of it.  He looked at his sister's lovely thighs and the tight way her
panties fit.  He could see the attractive crease of her ass cheeks where
they met her thighs and felt a tingle in his balls.



   "What did you mean about Kelly?" he asked his voice low and slightly
shaky.



   "You know," she sobbed, not looking at him.



   "No, I don't, Barbra."



   "I saw you!" she sobbed.  "1 saw you at school."



   "What did you see?"



   "You and...and John," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.  "And
Kelly is John's sis...sister!"



   For a moment Rick didn't say anything.  Then, tentatively, he reached
out and touched her lower leg.



   Kelly felt his hand on her calf and she began to tremble.  She waited
for him to say something, but he didn't.



   "You don't...you don't..." she began, stumbling over the words she
wanted to say.  "Oh, Rick!  Why?  Why did you do that to her?"



   "Well, gosh..." he said.  "Barbra, you know how it is.  I mean, a
guy...a guy just has to...  well, boys do that."



   "Sure they do," she agreed, "but girls?  Do they do it, too?  I mean, is
Kelly the only one?"



   "She's the only one I've...you know."



   Barbra turned over swiftly, glaring up at her brother.  "You don't need
her!" she said, her words hissing.  "You don't need to touch her that way.



   When Barbra turned over, her dress remained past her hips.  Rick found
himself looking at the tightness of his sister's panties.  Again he saw the
bulge of her tantalizing cunt, the dark shadow of her sparse hair. 
Barbra's legs were open slightly and he was sure he could see the slit of
her pussy.



   "Why are you looking at me that way, Rick?" she asked, her voice
suddenly thick.  "Do I look any different than Kelly?  Am I a freak or
something?"



   "Gosh, Barbra," he grunted.  "I don't know what to say.  I never seen
you like this before."



   "Then you better take a damn good look, Ricky," she snapped.  "Because
you'll never get another look at me this way if you touch Kelly again!"



   Rick looked at his sister.  There was anger in her dark eyes, but
something else, too.  "What did you say?"



   "I said, I wouldn't let you look at me this way ever again if you touch
Kelly." she said, her voice no longer hers.



   "I don't understand, Barbra."



   "Then let me explain." She said, placing her warm palm on his thigh. 
"Whatever Kelly can do, I can do."



   Excitement flared in his eyes.  "You mean it, Barbra?"



   "Try it and see." She challenged.



   "I can.  touch..  touch you?  The way I touched Kelly?" He didn't
believe it.  "You'll let me touch you that way ...down there?"



   Barbra lifted herself up on her elbows, looking at him.  "Yes," she
said. "You can do everything with me that you do with Kelly.  Oh, Rick! 
Don't you see I love you!  I'd do anything for you!"



   "Gosh!"



   She waited, hardly breathing.  She felt anticipation swelling in her
chest and she choked back a sob when she realized Rick still didn't believe
her.



   "Oh, goddamn it!" she snapped.  She grabbed his arm and pulled it
forward, placing his hand on her thigh a few inches from her cunt.  "Touch
me!  Touch me like you touched Kelly!"



   "You're sure?"



   "Touch me!" She felt her brother's hand move up her thigh.  She
shivered, heat coming to the surface of her exquisite body.  Still on her
elbows, she watched his hand move toward her cunt.  As his fingers moved to
within half an inch of her twat, Barbra opened her thighs wider.  Then Rick
had his palm cupping his sister's pussy.



   "Ooooooo!" Barbra whimpered.  "Oooohh, that feels .  ohbhh, Rick!  I
like it!"



   She writhed her hips as his fingers caressed the tight band of her
panties.  She felt something like a searing heat scorch her pussy.  Rick
moved his fingertip up and down her bulging slit.  He discovered that what
he was seeing was indeed the outline of his sister's cunt.



   "That isn't the way you touched her," Barbra said in a low, throaty
voice.  "You put your finger inside her."



   "Well, Barbra ...are you sure?"



   "Yes!" she demanded.



   With a trembling hand, Rick pulled the crotch of his sister's panties to
one side.  He peered down at her puffy cunt.  The hair, very little of it,
was as dark or darker than the hair on her head.  The pink 11ps were fully
visible.  Being very careful, almost afraid Barbra would change her mind.
Rick began to press his middle finger between those succulent pussylips
Barbra moaned softly as she watched his finger slip in deeper.  There was
fullness there, a feeling that both thrilled her and frightened her.  For a
brief moment she experienced a sharp pain then it was gone.  She was amazed
at the change, at the most delicious feeling she had ever felt in her young
life.



   Rick's finger was inside her cunt now to his knuckles.  Barbra stared
between her thighs, surprised at how easily this had happened.



   To Be Continued