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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 4: Midnight Snack

   Bare feet tiptoed across the carpet, moving slowly to keep from making
any noise.  With practiced ease the toes avoided the squeaky spot in the
floorboards.  In the darkened house even the slightest sound seemed like
the grumble of thunder.  One careless step and someone would be sure to
wake up and investigate.

   The feet stopped at the top of the stairs.  A hand gripped the railing
tight and a hip leaned heavily against it.  The stairs always creaked and
groaned, but there were ways around that too.

   There was a trick she had learned that she didn't tell anyone else
about. If she leaned just right and held herself up against the railing,
then she could get down the stairs and not make a single noise.

   She smiled proudly to herself when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
She stuck her tongue out at the darkness upstairs.  Not a single light had
gone on, a sure sign that she hadn't woken anyone.

   She walked normally down the hall now, heedless of the occasional groans
of the floor beneath her.  She wasn't worried about waking anyone now. 
None of these noises were even close to being loud enough to wake them
upstairs.

   The kitchen floor felt reassuringly soothing, the cold tile waking up
her toes.  She stretched to open one of the cabinet doors and peered
inside. The room was lit by a mixture of moonlight and streetlight that
slipped in around the window shade, but it was enough to see by.  She never
turned on the light, she was sure that somehow the extra light would wake
everyone in the house.

   She stretched a little more and hooked the handle of her favorite glass.
She pulled the old, dingy, use to be white mug carefully off the shelf.

   At one time the mug was her mom's favorite.  This same mug with the same
bluish winged horse in flight on it.  She remembered watching her mom drink
from it every morning, just before she left for work.

   She couldn't believe it when her mom said she was going to throw it
away. How could she want to do that after all of these years?  Just throw
it away?  That's when she decided she'd keep it.  And from then on, not a
day passed that she didn't use it at least once.

   She traced the familiar design with her finger and shook her head. 
Adults were silly.  Just forgetting about why something was important
before.  Just to get a new one.

   She closed the cabinet door and walked to the refrigerator.  She pulled
the door open slowly, being careful to make sure that nothing unexpectedly
came tumbling out.  She took the carton of milk from the shelf on the
inside of the door and took it to the kitchen table.

   She poured some milk into her mug and then sat down at the table to
drink it.  Absently looking around the room as she sipped it.  Shadows
danced across the walls of the kitchen, but they didn't scare her.  She
watched how the shadow patterns of the trees and the power lines and
everything else seemed to meld together, decorating the walls with a
patchwork of light and dark.

   She found her eyes drawn to the basement door and the dull glow of light
sneaking around it.  She hopped out of her seat and slipped over to the
door, she could hear the faint murmur of talking through it.

   She turned the knob very slowly, as slow as she could manage, and opened
the door just a sliver.  She peeked through the crack and saw the light
from downstairs.  She opened the door just enough to slip through and
carefully tiptoed down the stairs.

   The basement always had a weird smile.  It smelled like....  Well, like
wet grandma.  The way grandma use to smell when she came out of the shower.
Kind of clean, but kind of musty, but all around comforting.  The kind of
smell you just wanted to wrap around yourself like a big heavy cover.

   As she tiptoed down the stairs, she spied the source of the light, the
gap just underneath Kat's bedroom door.  She could hear Kat talking, but
still couldn't make out the words.

   Curiosity got the better of her, sending her to tip toe to the door and
press her ear to it, just under the "Keep Out" sign.

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   "I'm telling you, it's like the fucking twilight zone here." Kat laid on
her back on her bed, her head dangling over the edge, her legs pointing
straight up towards the ceiling.

   "I don't know what the hell is going on." She repeated into the
telephone receiver.  "I'm seriously thinking about checking all the closets
for those body snatcher pods."

   Kat used her free hand to scratch the top of her head as her
conversation partner replied.  She wasn't really listening to the words
though.

   "I know, she's always been weird.  But tonight she was actually nice."
Kat said incredulously.  "She didn't even give me the usual riot when I was
late for dinner.  I'm telling you, it's fucking scary."

   Kat stifled a yawn as she listened to the reply from the other end of
the phone.  She went to say something, but was distracted by the faint
sound of a knock at her door.

   "Umm.  Someone's at the door.  It's probably the pod people come to
brainwash me.  Got to go.  " Without waiting for a reply, Kat quickly hung
up the phone and rolled over to look at the door.

   "Come in." She said through gritted teeth, preparing herself for the
worst.  She knew her mom's good mood couldn't last and this was probably
it.

   "I was just going to sleep." She added, as an after thought.  To try and
circumvent the argument she imagined in her head.

   The door popped open slightly and Angela peeked her head in,
"Catherine?"

   A wave of relief flooded across Kat's mind at seeing her nocturnal
visitor.

   "What are you doing up?" Kat asked.  She didn't mind Angela's
distraction, she was a far cry from the argument she thought was looming on
the horizon.

   "Couldn't sleep." Was all the little head offered as a reason.  Her eyes
moving slowly around the forbidden zone that was Kat's bedroom.

   "You can come in, you know." Kat said nonchalantly as she rolled back
over onto her back.

   "I can?" Angela blinked in surprise.  In her entire life she could only
remember being in Kat's room a half dozen times at most.

   "Sure.  Just don't tell mom, she already thinks I'm a bad influence on
you." Kat's hands fished around under the bed, trying to locate the errant
remote.

   Angela wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but it seemed like an easy
deal to agree to.  She pushed the door open a few inches more, just enough
to slip inside.  Her eyes continued to scour the unfamiliar territory of
the room.

   Kat was wearing an old pink t-shirt from the family trip to Disneyworld
a few years ago, but Tinkerbelle had long since faded away from it.  It
wasn't even long enough to cover her belly, so it didn't hide her bright
orange panties either.

   Angela recognized the nightclothes as the same ones that she'd seen Mom
yell at Kat for wearing around the house.

   "You have a TV?" Angela almost shouted in awe as the small set started
to glow in the corner of the room.  She couldn't imagine having one of her
own.  Dad always said the one in the living room was plenty.

   Kat glanced over at her sister and nodded, "Umhm."

   Angela thought about asking how Kat managed to get it, but decided not
to.  That would just make her sound like a little kid.  And she didn't want
Kat to send her out of the room now.

   "There's usually nothing on." To Angela's astonishment, Kat was
dismissing the TV as nothing special.  She just kept rapid fire flipping
through the channels.

   Angela walked across the room, carefully stepping around the discarded
clothing, CD cases, books and other odds and ends that littered the floor.
She sat on the edge of Kat's bed, sipping her milk slowly, entranced by the
splendor of the box.

   Kat's quick fingers paused for a moment, letting an exercise infomercial
dwell on the screen for a few moments.  Muscular men flexed in front of
some bizarre apparatus that promised to fix all your life's problems in
just thirty days.  The rippling, oiled muscles brought thoughts to both of
the sister's minds, but not entirely the same ideas.

   Kat's imagination filled itself with oiled men satisfying her every whim
while she reclined on a bed of overly fluffed pillows.  Exotic smells of
incense filled the air.  A warm desert breeze gently blew through the
hanging drapes.  The tent lit by the slowly setting...

   "Have you ever done it?" Angela asked, her eyes still staring at the
television.

   Kat's eyes went wide as her mind was jarred out of its fantasy world. 
She glanced at her sister and blinked a few times, trying to sort out if
she actually heard what she thought she heard.

   At not hearing an answer from her sister, Angela looked at Kat and
added. "You know, fuck?  Have you ever fucked?"

   Kat's throat convulsed in surprise almost gagging.  "Uh, no." Was her
automatic reply.  "What do you know about that anyway?"

   Angela smiled proudly, all of a sudden feeling quite a bit more
experienced than her older sister.  "Well I have."

   Kat blinked at her little sister in dumb founded shocked.  Her mind
reeled as she tried to find a way to reply to this unexpected conversation.

   "You have not." It was the only thing Kat could muster as a reply.

   Angela casually went back to watching television, confident in her
knowledge.  "Umhm.  Have so." She took another sip of her milk as the
television started to entrance her again.

   Kat glanced around the room as she tried to sort out her thoughts. 
"Alright smart ass." She challenged, "If you did, then who did you do it
with?"

   "Dad." Angela replied, quite proudly, but never taking her eyes off the
television.

   "What?" Kat jumped in surprise.  Just when she thought there was no way
that this could get any weirder, it suddenly leaps into hyperspace weird.

   Angela just nodded, confident that she was reaffirming her superior
knowledge on this subject.

   "Oooooookay." Kat was finding all of this way too hard to believe now.
"Spill it, you little goblin.  If you really did it, why don't you tell me
about it?"

   Angela shrugged, "It felt good.  I liked it."

   "I still think you're making it up." Kat's tone a bit teasing in her
sure of herself tone.

   "Am not." Angela replied, finally tearing her eyes off the television
again.  "Dad said I could see his thing if I promised not to play doctor
with boys anymore."

   "Umhm." Kat nodded slowly, surprised at how much effort her sister had
put into this story.

   "Then he said I could touch it, but only if he could touch mine too."
Angela's frustration mounted as she could see that her big sister didn't
believe any of this.

   Kat honestly didn't know what to make of all of this.  On one hand, it
was just too off the wall to believe.  It was obviously illegal and immoral
and she couldn't imagine her father doing anything like that.  After all,
this was the same guy who always obeyed the speed limit and would go out of
his way to return found money.

   But on the other hand, where would Angela come up with details like
this? If she were making all of this up, who would bother to make up such
intricate details.

   Angela frowned at Kat's silence.  "Dad wiggled his fingers around in my
parts.  Then told me to lay down so that he could kiss me there.  That was
the best part."

   Kat, still speechless, watched as her sister went back to watching the
television again.  "Okay smartass.  If all of that really happened, then
why don't you tell me what Dad's...thing looks like?"

   "Have you seen it?" Angela frowned more again, the notion that this
wasn't a special moment that only her father and her had shared.  That
maybe her big sister had already been there.

   "No, but that doesn't matter." Kat replied, sitting up on the bed now,
pulling her knees up to her chin.  "Let's hear it."

   Angela turned to face her sister and then crossed her legs, making a
safe place to set her mug down in her lap.  She thought for a second and
then held her hands up in front of her, about six or seven inches apart. 
"It was about this long.  I had to use both my hands to hold onto it."

   Angela moved her hands to where they looked like they held an invisible
phallus, her fingers overlapping each other at the knuckles.  "It had this
big thing at the end with a little hole in it.  It looked like a mushroom
or something.  But it was bright red.  And warm."

   With the description, it wasn't hard for Kat to imagine it.  Then she
realized what she was imagining and shook her head sharply.  "Okay, okay.
Hold on...." she started to say, but Angela interrupted.

   "Dad told me to hold onto it.  He really liked that too I think." Angela
smiled proudly at that.  "Then he rubbed it against my thing.  That felt
good too, but not as good as him kissing me there."

   Kat blinked now, she could feel her pulse rising at all of this. 
Despite her mind trying to hold it back, a familiar warm feeling was
growing in her loins.  "Dad fucked you?"

   "That's what I said we did, silly." Angela laughed at her older sister
now.

   "No, I mean, did he actually put his dick in you?" Kat repeated, trying
to narrow down the situation a bit.

   Angela nodded happily, her hands reaching back down for her mug.  "Yep.
Dad said I was his big girl."

   Kat was convinced.  As hard to believe as this all was, there was no way
she could be making it all up.

   Angela took a sip of her milk and then asked, "Has Dad fucked you?"

   Kat's eyes went wide as saucers and spit out her answer, "No!  Of course
not!"

   "Oh." Angela was confused by her sister's reply.  She wasn't exactly
sure what to make of it.  "You're just jealous."

   "Am not." Kat quickly replied, her mind still reeling with the details.

   "Yes you are." Angela smugly stuck her tongue out at her sister.

   "Look, you smart ass, if I wanted to sleep with Dad, I could have done
it any time I wanted." Kat's head twitched a moment after the words left
her lips, just as she realized what she had said.

   Angela just giggled and shook her head.  "No you couldn't."

   Kat rolled her eyes, "I am *so* not having this argument."

   Angela didn't quite understand the subtleties of a good debate, but at
least she knew when she had won.  Angela's smile faded as she watched her
older sister, little thoughts growing in her head.

   "Kat?" She started to say, a little bit sheepishly.  "Can I see your
cunt?"

   "What?" Kat's eyes went wide in disbelief.  "You want to see my what?"

   "Never mind." Angela replied, feeling more than a little bit
embarrassed. She was sure Kat would send her back to bed now.

   Kat thought about it for a second, the request did excite her, but
still, this was her sister.  "Why?"

   "I dunno." Angela shrugged with her eyes back on the television.  She
wasn't really watching it now, she was just using it to hide her
embarrassment.

   Kat could feel the excitement growing inside her, like a thirst yearning
to be quenched.  It was being fueled by the sheer "wrongness" of this
conversation, of what she was actually thinking about doing now.  She
always enjoyed being the bad girl, the one that would do anything.

   Then there was the idea of showing off her body, which was just fanning
the flames inside her.  Teasing people like that, well, that was just the
spice of it all.  Men, women, it didn't matter.

   And it didn't have to be outright sexual either.  Sometimes the most
enjoyable moments came out of just the most innocent situations.  She knew
that once she had someone, she could make them do just about anything she
wanted, just on the hint that she might give them what they desired so
badly.

   But still, what she was thinking about now was beyond anything she'd
ever done before.  There was only the thinnest grey line she could walk,
keeping this from being very wrong.

   If Angela was telling the truth, Dad had already crossed that line...

   "Okay, fine." Kat relented, sliding off her bed to stand.  It wasn't
like it was that big a deal actually.  It was just her little sister with
some questions.  She was too embarrassed to ask Mom about.  That's all it
was.  At least that's what Kat was telling herself.

   She walked quickly across the carpeted floor, ignoring the discarded
clothes and other debris that littered the floor.  Just to be safe, she
closed the bedroom door before she turned to face her sister again.

   Angela had a brief moment of fright as she watched her sister walk
across the room.  For a second she thought she was leaving to go get their
Mom or something.  In the brief milliseconds her mind had already evolved
the thought all the way to the weeks of punishment she'd have to suffer
after Mom had finished yelling.

   Waves of relief flooded Angela's body when Kat closed the door and
turned back to face her.  There was a moment's pause where they just stared
at each other, neither one sure that this was going to go any further.

   As Kat looked at her little sister, she couldn't help but see a little
miniature version of herself.  The start of all the little things that she
had become.

   Now the eight year old sat on the edge of Kat's bed, asking very adult
questions.  She still looked every inch the little girl though.  Always
grabbing up everyone else's discards, like the old white button down shirt
of Dad's that she used as a nightgown.  And the battered old mug of Mom's
that she had perched in her cross-legged lap.

   "Ready?" Kat asked, looking for one last reassurance that neither one of
them would change their minds.

   "Umhm." Angela nodded.  She enjoyed the feeling she felt inside her,
though she still didn't understand it.  The excitement that was smoldering
in her, something that she had only learned to experience earlier today.

   Kat took a deep breath and glanced down at herself.  This was it.  In a
second more, it would be done and there would be no going back.  The
anticipation gave the fire inside her a razor sharp edge.  It almost made
her feel giddy.

   With what she was wearing, she might as well be naked already, so it
still didn't seem like a big deal.  The old white t-shirt she was wearing
was tight enough to show off ever contour of her small breasts, the dark
color of her nipples easily showing through the pale pink of the fabric.

   As Kat started to roll her panties down her hips, she could see that
Angela's eyes were riveted.  Kat just kept watching her sister's face,
enjoying every nuance of expression that flashed by.

   "Wow!" Angela exclaimed in surprise as Kat's panties fell down around
her feet.  "You have hair down there!"

   Kat glanced down and smiled, her hand absently reaching down and running
her fingers through her bush.  It was a thin strip of dark black, curly
hair.  "Yeah, a little bit."

   Angela smiled and nodded, "Dad has a lot more." She snickered.  "It was
a furry beard."

   "Well, I shave a bit." Kat replied with a smile, putting her hands on
her hips now.

   "You shave?" Angela asked dumbfounded, glancing up at her sister's face.
"Down there?  Why?"

   "Umhm." Kat nodded, then ran her fingers along the edges of her
hairline. "Just here, on the sides.  If I don't, it starts to itch."

   "Really?" Angela was even more surprised, looking back down at her older
sister's pussy.  "Will you show me how?"

   Kat fought back the urge to laugh, not wanting to embarrass the little
one.  "I'll tell you what.  When you start to get hair there, then I'll
show you what to do."

   Angela's face beamed with a smile, "Deal!"

   Kat stepped out of her panties and then took the two more steps to close
the distant between her and her sister.  She paused for a second, but then
decided to push ahead a little bit.  This little show and tell was getting
her extremely excited.

   "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound as they say." She thought to
herself.

   Kat lifted her left foot and put it on the edge of the bed, next to her
sister.  Spreading herself before her little sister, the cool basement air
ran across her moist lips, sending little shivers through her body.  Her
sister's face just inches away from her now.

   "Can you get a good look now?" Kat asked, whispering now.

   "Uh-huh." Angela nodded, studying her older sister's anatomy closely
now. "What's that?"

   Kat could see Angela pointing, the tip of her finger just almost
touching her engorged clit.

   "That's my clitoris.  It's the part that feels really good when you
touch it." Kat smiled more, trying to entice her sister to touch her.

   "Do I have one of those?" Angela leaned forward slightly, to get a
better look.  She could smell something now, it was like the way Dad
smelled, but different.

   "I hope so." Kat let out a small laugh.  "All girls have them."

   "Oh." Angela replied, retracting her finger a bit.  "That's where Dad
kissed me, I think."

   Kat closed her eyes at hearing that again.  That was it, whatever
self-resolve she had just melted away.  After all, if Dad did, then why
can't she?

   Kat opened her eyes slowly, "Here, give me your hand."

   Angela placed her hand into her sister's hand without the slightest bit
of hesitation.  Kat brought her sister's hand up so that she held Kat's
cunt in the palm of her hand.

   Angela blinked in surprise, but made no motion to take her hand back. 
"You're hot.  And kind of gooey."

   Kat just nodded, enjoying the feeling of Angela's small fingers wiggling
around against her.  She didn't hold her hand tightly there, just lightly,
giving her plenty of room to move.

   "Dad got all gooey too." Angela remarked, more interested in her
explorations.  She took her hand back and looked at Kat's juices on her
fingers.  She noticed that it looked sort of like the kind Dad had leaked
out.

   Kat's bit her lip as she watched Angela start to lick her fingers.  It
was all she could do to keep from moaning out.  The sight of her cleaning
her little fingers was enough to send little waves of pleasure through her
body.

   "You taste sorta like Dad did." Angela smiled up at her sister now.

   Kat just smiled at that, as the last remnants of the mini-orgasm faded
from her mind.  "Want to see something else?"

   Angela nodded happily at that, excited at the idea of learning even
more.

   Kat put both her feet back on the ground and then walked around the side
of the bed, kneeling on the floor.  She reached around underneath it for a
moment or two before finding what she was looking for.

   Angela crawled across the top of the bed, eager to see what it was that
her sister had gone searching for.

   "Did Dad's look like this?" Kat asked, lifting the treasure up into
view.

   Angela's eyes went wide when she saw it, her hands covering her mouth as
she started to laugh.  "What is that?"

   "It's a toy." Kat replied, deciding not to confuse her with any other
more complicated names.  Up until tonight, she had kept the pink dildo well
hidden.  After all, if Mom and Dad found out about it, they'd probably be
pissed.

   "Can I see?" Angela asked, already reaching out to take it.

   Angela laid down on her belly as she studied the pink dildo, "It's a
little bigger than Dad's.  His was kind of thinner and shorter.  And it
wasn't pink either."

   Angela's fingers followed the contours of the dildo, tracing the thick
veins that ran down its length.

   "I bet Dad's didn't do this." Kat reached over and, without taking it
from her sister, turned a knob at its base.

   "It's shaking!  Like Mom's back massager!" Angela giggled out as the
dildo vibrated in her hands.

   "Yeah, back massager, sure." Kat couldn't help but say sarcastically. 
"Want to try it?"

   "Does it feel good?" Angela asked, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish about
this plastic thing in her hands.

   "Of course." Kat replied with a smile, taking the dildo back and turning
it off.  "I use it all the time."

   "Okay." Angela agreed as she watched her sister sit back down on the
bed. The momentary hesitation had passed and she was still just as eager to
find out.

   Kat rubbed her little sister's small butt, before moving both her hands
under her nightshirt and starting to tickle her sides and back.

   "No fair!  No tickling!" Angela started to shout between her laughter as
she started to spasm and jump about the bed.  And just like that, Kat
pulled her hands down, tugging Angela's white panties totally off with just
one movement.

   "Got your underwear!" Kat teased, tossing the panties to the side, where
they would surely get lost in all the other pieces of discarded clothing.

   Angela rolled over onto her back and stuck her tongue out, not feeling
the slightest urge of modesty.

   Kat leaned over her sister and kissed her on the lips lightly.  It was
more of a reassurance than anything intimate.  A promise that nothing would
go wrong.

   Kat had never kissed another girl like this before.  She hadn't really
even imagined it.  Sure she didn't mind teasing the occasional older woman,
but she never actually really considered doing anything beyond that.

   Angela, on the other hand, had never kissed anyone like that.  Dad had
kissed her on the lips this afternoon, but it wasn't like this.  The touch
of her older sister's lips made Angela feel a glow inside.

   Kat drew back, but Angela's lips followed her for a moment, unwilling to
break the contact.  The effort pulled Angela up onto her elbows, but then
she reluctantly let Kat's lips leave hers.

   Kat ran her fingers down her young sisters sides, over her hips, and
then finally across her hips to her tummy.  As Angela watched, Kat started
to unbutton her nightshirt, slowly peeling it open as each button gave way.

   Kat couldn't believe how pale her sister's hidden skin was.  She never
noticed the dark tan lines that ran across her shoulders and along her
arms. Kat's fingers moved over her shoulders, following the edge of her
tan.

   Angela giggling and squirmed when Kat's fingertips followed the tan line
right to her armpits.  "No tickling!" She giggled out again.

   "Okay, okay." Kat laughed in reply, moving her hands towards the center
of her sister's chest.

   She already had the start of breasts, sort of.  They were smallish and
just as pale, with the cutest little pink nipples on the tips of them.  Kat
ran her fingertips over them, making the nipples dimple for a second and
making goose pimples pop up all over her chest.

   Angela gasped and then giggled, but didn't squirm or protest about
tickling this time.

   Kat leaned in closer and Angela thought she was about to kiss her again,
but instead Kat's lips wrapped around on of her nipples, then her entire
breast.  Kat's warm mouth engulfed her entire breast, the tip of her tongue
toying with her nipple.

   Almost immediately a warm feeling burst in Angela's tummy, rushing
straight down between her legs.  She could feel herself moan, but it was
like it wasn't her.  It just happened.

   Then the cool air was at her breast, quickly evaporating Kat's saliva.
Before she could say a word, the feeling repeated as Kat's mouth swallowed
up her other breast.

   Angela's breast felt firm in her mouth, her nipple growing to a tiny
sharp spike after only a couple of touches of her tongue.  She sucked
lightly on it, feeling Angela's back arch to meet her, like she was trying
to feed her more of herself.

   Without removing Angela's breast from her mouth, Kat's hand started to
move quickly, with intention.  She didn't want to rush, but her racing
pulse dictated her actions more than her mind.

   Her fingers wrapped around Angela's ankle and then spread her willing
legs.  She didn't spread them far, just enough for Kat to get a better
access to her sister's sex.

   She leaned up now, letting Angela's breast slowly out of her mouth.  She
made sure that their contact was parted with just a kiss on her nipple, the
kiss making Angela moan again.

   Kat looked over her sister now, her eyes wandering down her body and
drawn between her legs.  The pale flesh looked delicate and soft, like
beeswax formed into soft curves.  She couldn't even remember when her own
body had looked like that.  She found it hard to even imagine that it had.

   What she didn't find hard to imagine was her father's shaft, rubbing up
and down against Angela's immature flesh.  Just the way Angela had
described it.  The sheer obscenity of it just made Kat's blood run hot in
her veins.

   Kat slid her fingers around her sister's ankles and back up the insides
of her legs.  She could feel Angela's body twitch as her fingers reached
her thighs, but she didn't stop.  Instead it made her hands move faster.

   Angela gasped for air as Kat's pinky moved up and down her lips, gently
nudging the skin apart.  She couldn't help but moan as Kat's slender finger
dipped inside her body.

   Kat smirked to herself as she watched her little sister's body writhe.
She always loved this part, when she had some one entirely in her power. 
Just the whim of a movement or a sweet word could crumble their thoughts
completely.  But this was even sweeter.

   "Does that feel good?" Kat asked, already knowing what the answer would
be.

   "Umhm." Angela moaned in an affirmative.

   "Would you like more?" Kat's voice teased.

   Angela, unable to speak, just nodded her head slowly, her eyes barely
open now.

   "Okay." Kat smirked, pushing her pinky even deeper as her thumb found
her little sister's clit.

   Kat smiled self-satisfactorily as she watched her sister's eyes go wide.
Her little body shook, then her back bowed downwards, pushing her hips up
towards Kat's eager fingers.

   "Oh, you do like that don't you?" Kat murmured, her thumb continuing to
stroke her sister's clit.

   She knew that there was no way Angela could reply.  She wasn't even sure
if Angela could hear her, but that didn't matter.

   Kat laid down next to her sister, curling her body against her side so
that she could watch her face closer.  She glimpsed her little face
screwing up with pleasure when she rubbed her clit or moved her pinky.

   With each little movement Angela's cunt seemed to blossom like a little
flower.  The lips relaxing and easing open, her warm moisture starting to
flow.

   Kat continued to caress her sister as she reached for the dildo with her
free hand.  She brought the tip to her own mouth and licked it like she had
done dozens of times before, readying it for her sister.

   Angela's eyes opened with a start when she heard the unexpected hum of
the dildo.  She opened her eyes to see the pink shaft dangling from her
older sister's mouth.

   The sight of this just made Angela giggle uncontrollably, there was just
something insanely comical about it.  Or maybe it was just the entirely
giddy feeling she already had suffusing her body.

   Kat just smiled at her sister around the rubber toy, her fingers
continuing to massage her little sister's slickness.  The giggling only
urged her own, telling her that she was finding the right spots.

   Kat used her freehand to take the dildo from her mouth, bringing the tip
to vibrate at Angela's closest nipple.  Her giggles immediately giving way
to a pant of pleasure.

   "You like that, don't you, you little imp?" Kat teased as she dragged
the tip of the toy across her sister's chest, letting it rest against her
other nipple for a moment.

   Angela nodded and managed to let out a small mewl of a yes between her
gasps.

   "You'll like this even more then." Kat dragged the toy down her sister's
body, never letting the tip come out of contact with her flesh.

   She ran it across Angela's belly and then nuzzled the length against her
lips.

   At its touch, Angela's body immediately tensed, her chest arching
upwards and her hips pushing down hard against the bed.  One of her hands
gripped Kat's bare thigh tightly, like she was holding on for her life.

   As Kat watched, she could feel the blood rushing to her head, clouding
her thoughts and her vision.  Her fingers trembled as she witnessed her
sister's reaction.  Angela's little fingernails dug deeper into her thigh
and while it hurt, it also thrilled her.  The way the little one had
totally lost control, completely engulfed in what Kat was doing to her.

   Kat used her fingers to spread her sister's lips slightly more, guiding
the tip of the dildo to vibrate against her clit.

   Angela screamed out as her body spasmed, her little feet kicking around.
Her hips thrust upwards now, against the toy, pressing it tighter to her
body.

   Kat fought the urge to press the toy into her.  There was no way she
could possible handle it.  It had taken Kat weeks of experimenting with it
to be able to accept it comfortably and she was almost twice Angela's age.

   Still, Kat needed to feel something now, she couldn't bear to go much
longer without her own fulfillment.

   Spreading her legs she eased Angela's wiry leg between her thighs and
started to grind herself against Angela's knee.  She started slowly, moving
the pink vibrator against her sister at the same pace.

   Though barely aware of her surroundings, Angela's hips started to move
as well, following the movements of the dildo.  Her initial wail of
pleasure had given way to slow, labored pants.  Pants that were joined by
Kat's building moans.

   Kat's pace quickened, grinding against Angela's knee while stroking the
length of the humming toy up and down Angela's puffy lips.

   Angela threw her head back and forth a few times before nuzzling against
Kat's still clothed chest.  But Kat's hands moved quickly, pulling her
t-shirt up and exposing one of her breasts to her voracious sister.

   Angela's lips found Kat's stiff nipple and wrapped around it, her tongue
just resting against the sensitive flesh.

   Kat groaned out loudly as a massive orgasm rocked her body, her juices
flowing freely over Angela's knee.  She went still as the feelings rushed
through her, pressing the toy even tighter to her sister's cunt.

   The sensation sent Angela reeling, her teeth gripping her older sister's
nipple.

   Even through the last waves of her climax, Kat felt her sister's body
lock up again.  Angela's teeth pulling at her nipple only caused her orgasm
to rocket up one last time before gradually easing down.

   She opened her eyes slowly to find Angela asleep next to her, the dildo
still humming between her legs.  She flicked the toy off and let it fall to
the floor next to the bed.

   She stretched to reach the light switch and flipped it off, before
flicking the television off with the remote and finally pulling the quilt
up over them both.

   In the darkness, she wrapped her arm around her little sister and
cuddled their naked bodies together.