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   The little sister

   By Big Bad Uncle tom1001johnson@gmail.com

   It started with her older sister.

   Well, actually it didn't start with her sister.  It sort of started with
a fat girl at an ice cream place.

   I went into an ice cream parlor near my house.  It was the start of the
summer, and they hire new people, mostly teens, nearly all of them girls,
at the start of the summer.

   So I went in, and there was a group of girls standing together, behind
the counter, near the door.  I was the only customer, I think.  I'm trying
to remember everything, and I don't remember there being any other
customers.  But I am sure that all the girls working behind the counter
were standing in a group, looking toward the door and talking among
themselves.  I think that there were four or five of them, but I wasn't
counting at the time.

   I like a wide range of girls: skinny girls and even some fat girls, and
everything in between, but most of all I prefer them young, you know, of
legal age, but they start to look a little long in the tooth around age 25
or so.

   I was 52 back then, so I sure wouldn't have kicked a 30 year old out of
bed.  But the younger the better, as long as they are legal, is what I
really wanted.  The legal age in my state is 16.

   Not that I'd had much any success in getting what I really wanted in a
long time back then.

   So as I went in, there was this fat girl standing in the middle of the
girl pack, a fat girl of about 20 years old, maybe.  The others looked a
little young, well, I guess that they all pretty much looked far too young
to even give a guy my age even a glance.

   But the fat one had big titties and a big round ass and wide hips.  She
was like perfectly proportioned, for a normal sized girl with nice big
juicy tits and a nice round ass but almost twice as wide as what most guys
normally think of as sexy.  And she had an angelic face.

   So as I came in, as soon as I saw her, I said, looking right at the fat
one's face, "Wow, you're cute!"

   She kind of blushed and didn't say anything.

   I do that some times, say things like that without thinking about it. 
I'm spontaneous like that, or maybe I just have no shame or commonsense or
manners.

   I went over to the register, and like I said, I was the only one there,
and I'm sure that I looked up at the list of ice creams and frozen yogurts,
because that's what I always do, even though I always know exactly what I
want, know that I'll get the same thing that I always get: a sundae with
low fat strawberry frozen yogurt with extra strawberry topping and whipped
cream with no nuts and no silly embalmed fire engine red-dyed cherry.

   Ice cream makes me sick sometimes, and beside, I'm a little overweight
myself.

   Well, this Asian girl --- Chinese-American, I later found out --- came
over to the register, and she was looking at me and smiling.  I don't know,
but I remember that it sort of seemed from her posture or something, from
the way she was leaning toward me, that if it weren't for the counter she
would've stood as close to me as she could've without being too obvious
about it.

   The other girls were still standing in their little group, talking like
before, and not even looking at me.  They were still looking toward the
wide-open door, I think.

   I get that a lot, cute-and-not-so girls completely ignoring me, like I'm
invisible or something.  But like I said, I'm attracted to girls that I'm
easily old enough to be their father, so I don't blame them for ignoring
me. I do, however, hate it when they tell me that it's creepy, or worse
still, that I'm creepy, but that's another matter.

   I asked the Chinese girl her name.  I asked how old she was, and she
said 18.  I laughed and asked her to tell me the truth, since she didn't
look that old, and she said 16, sort of swore on the Bible or something,
even though there was no Bible there.

   Like I said before, 16 is the magic number in my state.

   I was thinking that maybe she thought that I'd directed the "Wow, you're
cute," complement at her.  I couldn't remember how close she was standing
to the fat girl when I came in the store.  Or maybe she thought that I
liked sweet young things, so that maybe I'd be interested in her too.  I
was hoping that something like that was the case, anyway, and her lying
about her age seemed a big sign that she was interested.

   Feeling bold, I asked, "What time you blow this pop-sickle stand?"

   She giggled so much that I figure she's never heard that expression
before.

   She said, "I can get out early, at 5 P.M." That was about 2 hours away,
perfect timing for me to go home and give my apartment the quick clean. 
I'm no slob, but I'm still a guy, LOL, still a straight guy.

   I thought, wow wow wow wow wow, and said, "I'll pick you up then." I
felt sweat trickle down my armpits.  I'd not ever been with a girl that
young, even when I was in high school.

   And she was very cute too.  And I'd never been with an Asian girl
before.

   She said, "Okay, but I gotta be home at 11."

   I said great.

   She said, "Park across the street, on the street next to the 7-Eleven. I
don't want the other girls to see and tease me."

   I thought, smart girl.  And I thought, she really means it.

   She repeated that it had to be on the street next to the 7-Eleven, the
one perpendicular to the street that the ice cream place was on.

   I got my frozen yogurt sundae and took it home with me.  I was so
excited that I couldn't eat it, so I stuck it in the freezer and got to
work on my apartment.  I took a shower and brushed my teeth with mouthwash
and put on clean clothes, including a nice shirt.

   I was more than half expecting her not to show up at 5 PM, thinking that
maybe instead she was laughing at me with her friends.

   But she came over and got right in the passenger side.

   I drove away and reached over and put my hand on her knee.  She was
wearing jeans and a tee shirt with the name of the ice cream place written
across her smallish, tangerine-sized breasts.

   "Where do you want to go?"

   "I don't know.  I don't want my mom or my dad to run into us."

   I suggested some places, restaurants, movie theaters, my place, adding
that we could go there to talk or listen to music without worries about
anyone seeing us.

   "If we go to your place, you promise not to rape me or anything?"

   "Of course."

   "I only want to kiss.  I had a boyfriend.  I wanted to kiss, but he
wanted to do, you know, more."

   "How old was he?"

   "My age, a month and three days younger than me."

   "Did you have any other boyfriends?"

   "No.  Just him.  My folks are real strict.  I had to keep him a secret.
I'm not a slut.  I don't let random guys kiss me or anything."

   Of course she was letting me take her home with me to kiss her.  But I
won't parse that out.  The Rube Goldberg clockwork of the female mind is
one of the great mysterious wonders of the universe.

   So we went back to my place.  We sat on the couch and talked for a while
and then I leaned forward and kissed her.  She kissed me back.  She was
pretty good at it.  We kissed for a long time, but of course after a while
I got bored with that.  I reached up and squeezed her breasts, and she let
me do it, let me really maul them hard.

   "You can always touch my tits but that's all, okay?"

   She even let me take her shirt and her bra off and let me suck and bite
her perfect little titties.

   But you know that even that gets boring after a while, even though she
was so beautiful and Asian and so young.  She let me touch her thighs and
squeeze her butt, but whenever I went to put my hand on her pussy, through
her jeans, or go to unbuckle her belt or unzip her jeans, she always pushed
my hand away.

   I figured that I'd give her time, so we just kissed and talked and
laughed and watched TV until I drove her home and dropped her off at
exactly 11.  She didn't live far from me.

   Early the next morning, she was at apartment building door step, ringing
my apartment's buzzer.  It was summer, so she didn't have school, and I
worked odd hours back then.

   We kissed and she let me take off her shirt and bra again but no more
than that, and she stopped me again when I tried to touch her snatch
through her jeans.

   This went on for the next couple weeks.  In no time at all, she was
spending more time at my place than her parents' house.  She even spent the
night a few times, sharing my bed and lying to her parents that she was at
a girlfriend's house.  I talked to her mother on the phone, pretending that
I was her friend's father.

   I had no girlfriend and no prospects either, and she was by far the
cutest little fly that I'd ever gotten into my sticky little web, so I
tried my best to be patient.

   When I did finally start to show my impatience, when I told her that she
was getting me all worked up with no release and giving me blue balls, she
let me teach her how to jack me off.  But she wouldn't do more than that.
She claimed that she'd never done it for last boyfriend, and she truly did
seem very inept and slow to learn at first.

   She told me that she wanted to stay a virgin, cried and cried and
insisted that she had been raised to stay a virgin until she married and
said that her parents were very traditional and all.  I suggested that she
suck me off, suggested that she let me fuck her ass, but, of course, she
said no to all that too.

   I loved having her around, loved kissing her, loved making out with her,
and especially loved it when she jacked me off, but I was always pressuring
her to do more, and she was always pushing me away.

   She indignantly insisted that she didn't masturbate and insisted that
she had no desire to learn how to do it and that she wasn't going to let me
do it to her either.

   So we were in this standoff, me pretending that I was more unhappy than
I really was, and her afraid to let me do what she knew that I wanted her
to let me do to her.

   Sometimes she cried, saying that she was afraid that I'd break up with
her.  She said that her first boyfriend had done just that because she
wouldn't put out.  She said that she'd never even jacked him off.

   I reluctantly played my one card in our little game, told her not to
come over for a while and said that I needed time to think.

   A half hour later, she was back, but this time she had her little sister
with her.

   She'd told me in the past that her sister was 13 years old and a real
pain in the ass.  She called her "The Loser" and "The Lard Ass." Sometimes
she whined that her mother made her drag the sister along to the mall and
said that one time her sister had tried to get their mother to force her to
take her sister along to a friend's house for a weekend slumber party with
some other girls her own age.  She claimed her sister had no friends.

   But her sister was even cuter than her.  Much cuter, in fact.

   She had plumb-sized titties that jutted hard little points into the
front of her tee-shirt and a plump, sexy, hot little butt.  And she had a
truly beautiful little face.

   I guess I should tell you their names, because it will make it easier to
tell you what happened, to keep track of things, but I can't tell you their
real names, of course.  I bet that the FBI or whatever reads these stories
--- "data mine" them or something --- and looks for evidence of crimes
against minors and farm animals and dead things as well as coded messages
from Al Qaeda and little green UFO aliens.

   So let's call the older sister "AMY" and her younger sister "MAY" ---
anagrams, if you didn't notice.

   Amy said, "I told The Loser that she can hang out with us if she does
whatever we say and if she promises not to tell."

   The girl was obviously pure jail-bait, but I didn't say "no." So much
for my rule about underage girls.

   Amy commanded her little sister, "Take off your clothes, fart-face."

   The girl started to cry, but she slowly undressed anyway.

   When she stopped when she was down to snow-white cotton her bra and her
panties, Amy said, "Everything, skank."

   May reached behind her back, causing her little titties to thrust out
aggressively, and unhooked her bra.  She pulled the straps down her
shoulders and her arms and covered up with her hands, and stood there,
still crying, with her bra dangling from her left hand, against her flat
little stomach,

   "Panties too, cootie-cooze." Amy grabbed her bra and pulled it away from
her sister and balled it up and tossed it behind a cushy chair in a far
corner of the room.

   May tugged her snow-white cotton panties down and stepped out of them.
She carefully put her panties on the coffee table and covered her sparse
little black bush with her other hand while trying to still cover her tits
with her forearms.

   "Show John." John's not my real name, of course.

   She dropped her arms to her side.

   "Stop crying.  Go wash your crybaby face."

   I pointed to the bathroom and was surprised when the girl came back so
soon.  I'd have thought that she'd hide in there until her sister made her
come back out.

   "You have to let John do whatever he wants to you, but no kissing."

   She started to cry again, and I was shocked when Amy slapped her hard
across the face.

   "You want to hang out with us, you gotta stop crying, Lard Ass."

   I said, "Don't hit her," and May smiled shyly and gratefully at me.

   "Turn around and show him your fat ass.  He likes fat-assed tarts like
you."

   So maybe she had known that I'd directed my complement in the ice cream
place at another girl.

   May turned around and Amy said, "Bend over.  He's gonna fuck your fat
butt, put his big cock up your stinky ass and fuck it as hard as he can. 
And it's gonna hurt!"

   Amy reached over and started to unbuckle my pants.  She had never done
that before.  I'd always had to take off my own pants.  She had never even
initiated anything below the waist before.

   She said, "Turn around, booger-eater."

   May turned around again.

   "Get over here and pull his pants off.  Get on your knees, on the
floor.."

   May got on her knees in front of me but just sat there, with her heels
under her round butt.

   "Come on, pull his pants down, his undies too.  It's about time you saw
a cock."

   May reached up and weakly started to finish undoing my pants.

   "Hurry up!" her sister ordered.

   Soon she was pulling my pants and my boxers down my legs and over my
feet.  I usually just wear socks when I'm home.

   Amy reached out and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke me.

   She stopped a moment and pumped some Jergens on her right hand and then
went back at stroking my cock up and down.  She was much better at kissing
than she was at jacking me off.  I always had the feeling that she wanted
to get it over with as soon as possible, always got the feeling that Amy
didn't like to touch my cock, that she thought of it as contaminated and
dirty or something.

   May watched the whole time, wide-eyed, her face only a foot or so from
my crotch.

   "Kiss it, slut."

   Her sister surprised me by not needing to be told twice.  She leaned
forward and bent down and kissed the head of my cock.

   "Lick it."

   May licked me.

   "Take it in your mouth," Amy commanded.

   May tried to swallow my cock but instead scraped me with her teeth.

   I said, "Cover your teeth with your lips.  Be careful not to bite me."

   She did as she was told, sucking my cock into her warm, wet, heavenly
mouth.

   I reached down and took a handful of her jet black hair and guided her
head up and down.

   Amy quickly pulled off her shirt and her bra and kissed me on the mouth.

   After we kissed like that, with May bobbing up and down on my cock, my
7-inch cock only going in a couple inches each time, Amy broke for air and
asked, "Do you want to fuck her fat ass?"

   "Yes," I said.

   "I'll take her to the clinic right away, but until then, you'd better
not fuck her pussy.  We don't want her to get knocked up."

   May had been looking down, or maybe her eyes were closed, but right then
she looked up at me.  I could see that her eyes were hot with excitement.
Her sister had never looked at me that way.

   We went into the bedroom.  I had May lie down in the middle of the bed.

   I have three butt-plugs, one small, one medium, and one only a little
narrower than my cock.

   I used KY on them and her plump little butthole and slowly pushed the
small one in and out, and then the medium one, and then the biggest one in
and out of her ass while I stroked her clit with my other hand.  She didn't
seem to be wet, but then I roughly pushed my finger into her and struck
oil. Pussy juice just about gushed out of her as I fingered her.

   Her sister was slowly jacking me off as I did it, keeping me hard.

   I looked at her Amy and said, my voice excited and demanding, "Take off
your pants and panties, I want to look at you while I fuck your sister."

   Amy surprised me by stripping down to just her panties, something that
she'd never done before or let me do to her, and didn't complain when I
pushed open her legs and started to stroke her the cleft between her legs
right through her panties.  I could feel the sultry heat radiating from her
cunt.

   I climbed on top of her sister, my cock sticking straight out.  I lubed
on an extra layer of KY on my cock and slowly pushed it up her ass.

   May lifted her head up off the pillow and looked back at me as I did it,
her eyes both excited and terrified, but once I was all the way into her,
she buried her head in the pillow again.

   I started to fuck her, slowly at first, and then harder and harder.  I
reached under her hips and found her wet clit and stroked it.

   I wanted to hear whatever noises she was making, so I pulled the pillow
away from her and tossed it away from the bed.

   She was crying and moaning at the same time.  She grunted each time I
thrust into her, a startled, half old-man and half-animal, guttural grunt.

   Amy wanted to kiss me, but it was too distracting.  However, she
surprised me again by reaching down into her panties and stroking her clit.
She looked at me sheepishly and giggled, her lies about not diddling
herself exposed.

   I fucked May harder and harder, and she grunted and moaned and cried
more and more loudly, and her little cunt got hotter and hotter, and wetter
and wetter, as I fingered her and rubbed her clit.

   I moaned and grunted and cried out myself and shot a huge load up her
ass.

   I lay there, my heavy weight still on May's back.  It was cool in my air
conditioned room, but we were both slippery with sweat.

   Amy kissed my mouth hungrily, pressing her face into mine hard.

   I pulled out of May's ass, and May giggled nervously.

   I told her to follow me into the bathroom and had her take a shower
while I washed my cock twice.

   When I came out, her sister was back in her jeans.  She'd gone back into
the living room and was sitting on the couch.  The only times she'd ever
let me take her in the bedroom were the handful of times that she'd spent
the night, and even then she had slept in the tightly locked-up little
fortress of her jeans.

   "That was like incredible!" she said.

   "Yes, it was really something," I said.

   Amy and I started kissing again, but soon she was brushing my hand away
from her pussy again.

   She became irritated.  "You can finger my sister is much as you want!"

   Just then her sister came out of the shower, wrapped up tight in one of
my big towels.

   "About time, whore," Amy taunted her.

   May giggled and sheepishly admitted that she'd just shat blood.

   "Stop calling her names," I said.

   "She's my skanky little sister, and I'll call her anything that I want."

   "Not when she's here, godfuckingdamnit, Amy!" I'd never swore at her
before or raised my voice.

   May started to cry again, but she was looking at me with gratitude.

   "Okay, okay, okay, I won't call her names.  I'll call her whatever you
want."

   "Call her by her name, Amy.  She's your sister."

   "May dear, go get the those things John put up your butt.  I'm gonna
break your cherry," Amy commanded.  I could tell that she wanted to get
even with her sister, get even with her for having me come to her defense,
and that maybe she wanted to reestablish her unchallenged dominance over
her sister.

   "Wash them first," I added, "with soap, in the bathroom sink."

   May was much slower to return, and Amy had to call her and then had to
go get her, dragging her by the hand.  They had left the towel in the
bathroom, so May was naked again.  Amy was still only in her jeans, and I
was still only in my tee-shirt.

   "You want to finger her first?" Amy asked.

   "Sure." I took her wrist and gently pulled her onto my lap.  She smiled
at me and put her head on my chest.

   Amy looked like she wanted to object but didn't.

   I put my hand on her thigh, and she spread her legs.

   "Look at the little tramp, She wants it!"

   "John said not to call me names!"

   "Admit it, you want him to finger you."

   I put my hand on her warm little pussy and pushed a finger into her and
began fingering her in and out.

   She was already very wet inside.

   As I fingered her, she snuggled her upper body closer and closer and
clung to me more and more.

   She whimpered and moaned.

   "You like that, don't you?" Amy asked.  "I'm going to break your cherry,
and then John is gonna fuck your pussy and get you pregnant.  Mom and Dad
will throw you out and you'll have to peddle you fat ass to Negros and
spics on the street for Twinkies and crack."

   "Stop it, Amy," I said.

   Amy giggled.  "You can't stop me saying stuff at home, when my mom and
dad aren't around."

   Amy pushed her sister's legs wide open.  She menacingly took the biggest
butt-plug in both her hands, even though one of her hands would've held it
easily.

   I dropped my hand away.

   May began to cry again, even before her sister began to impale her with
the thick butt-plug.

   I was so excited that I didn't object to Amy's needless cruelty.  She
could've started with the smallest one, and she certainly could've gone
more slowly.

   Instead, she put it at the opening to her sister's pussy and shoved it
hard.

   Her sister screamed, literally screamed.  I roughly put my big hand over
her mouth and silenced her.

   Amy fucked her in and out, and the butt-plug quickly became bloody.

   In spite of myself, in spite of my shock and pity, I got hard, got
painfully huge, perhaps bigger than when I'd fucked May's ass.

   Amy said, "Let's fuck her!" As she set the bloody butt-plug on the
coffee table.

   But May was obviously in too much pain.  Instead I pushed her back down
on her knees in front of me and had her suck me again.

   May needed no prompting.  She took my cock back in her wet little mouth.

   "Disgusting little whore," Amy taunted.  "His dick was just in your fat
shitty ass!"

   May ignored her.  Instead she looked up at my face, her eyes smoldering
with lust.  She even took my hand and put it on her head and tried hard to
get as much of my cock into her untrained mouth as she could.

   She sucked me and let me bob her head up and down on my cock until I
came again, as I moaned and grunted.

   "Swallow it, slut, swallow all of it!"

   Afterward, looking up at me from between my knees, May asked me, "How
was it?  Did I do it right?"

   "You're such a happy little nympho!  Pretty soon you'll be blowing all
the boys in the neighborhood."

   "No, I won't." She was looking up at me, smiling.  I think that she did
look very pleased with herself.

   After that, the two of them came over every day.  Amy always told May to
strip as soon as they were in my apartment and always took off her own
shirt and bra right away too.  May always did whatever either of us told
her to do, did it without hesitation or complaint.  She never cried again,
either.

   The second day, I kissed May on the mouth when her sister was in the
bathroom, and she kissed me back, hard, imitating what she'd seen her
sister and I do.  After that, we snuck kisses whenever we could.

   May snuck over my place on her own too.  Amy didn't have her own key, so
whenever Amy rang the bell, May would sneak out the back before I buzzed
Amy in.

   Amy never took off her pants again that summer, but she did take May to
the free clinic and got her on the Shot.

   When the summer ended and they both went back to school, Amy found
another boyfriend at school, a senior, a boy two years older than her.

   But May continued to come over, continued to show up every day after
school at my place, all the time that she was in our local school, until
she graduated.

   Her senior year, Amy got pregnant and came to me for help.  She even let
me fuck her a few times, fuck her while May watched.  Amy knew by then that
May was spending all her free time at my place.

   I took Amy for an abortion.

   A year after that, back for the summer between her freshman and
sophomore years in college, Amy asked me to teach her to take it up the
ass. She said that her new boyfriend wanted her to let him do that to her,
but that he had never done it.  She said that she was afraid to let him
without trying it first with someone who knew what he was doing.

   I had May prepare her, using the same three butt-plugs that I'd used to
prepare her each time I'd fucked May's ass.  Amy had put on several pounds,
and her ass had gotten rounder and nicer and her tits had gotten bigger
too. May slapped her ass several times, and called her a fat-assed slut,
and Amy giggled the whole time.  Amy spent a lot of that summer with May
and me and pretty much let me do whatever I wanted to her.

   Her first year of college, lonely and away from home for the first, May
called me and begged me to come out to visit her, saying that she loved me
and missed me and insisted that she missed me "much much more" than her own
mother and her father.

   I went out to Boston, found a new job and a place near her campus, and
had my stuff moved there.  May moved in with me, even though her parents
were still paying for her dorm room.  She didn't conceal it from her
parents.

   I'm 61 now, and May is 25.  We've been married for 3 years.  Amy visits
sometimes.  They get along a lot better than when they were teens.  May
teases Amy about "letting" me fuck her again, but neither of us want that.
May is always much more avid for it than her uptight sister ever was, and
she enjoys it much more too.

   But sometimes May does bring other girls home for the two of us to play
with, but that's another story.