From heindrik@aol.com Tue Jul 09 17:36:31 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sisters! Can't live with 'em, Can't fuck 'em!(M/F Incest)
From: heindrik@aol.com (Heindrik)
Date: 9 Jul 1996 17:36:31 -0400

The second in a series of stories I will only post once, so be the first
on your
block to own them all.



     I barged into the bedroom by mistake thinking it was the bathroom and
was stunned into silence and a raging hard-on by the sight of a naked girl
around my age of 15 and the guy who's dick she was sucking who looked like
he was at least 20.  The girl was gorgeous.  Her long red hair was swept
to one side just like in the porno's so I could really see her going to
town on his dick.  Her cheeks were sucking in and out like bellows, her
lips stretched tautly around his massive head, sliding up and down his
shaft like a piston.  He was on his back spreadeagled while she knelt on
her hands and knees between his legs.  Her large tits were swinging
beneath as she moved, the nipples fully erect as they grazed over the
sheets.  But it was her ass that drew my attention.  Those large round
globes bobbing back and forth, clenching and unclenching as she moved.  I
had to fight the urge to stick my hands out and touch them or better yet,
kiss them, and run my tongue up and down her crack.
     Rudely, I was drawn from my reverie when the guy with his dick in the
girl's mouth, leaned up on his elbows and yelled, "Hey dude!  Showtime's
over so get the fuck outta here!"
     "I'm sorry," I muttered.  "I was just looking for the bathroom."
     It was the girl who answered.  Without even taking her mouth off of
his dick, she pointed with a hand towards the door and said with her mouth
full, "Oohhhwwweerrr  tttthhhheerrrr."
     I left quickly, closing the door behind me and stood in the hallway
for a second catching my breath.
     The hallway was crowded with people, either standing, leaning or
sitting in groups and in couples talking, smoking, and drinking.  As I
leaned against the door, I could feel it vibrate from the bass of the
stereo downstairs.  It looked like a scene from Animal House or Risky
Business or Sixteen Candles.  It was the first real party that I'd ever
been too and I was both happy to discover that all the wild rumors were
true and that everything my mother had warned me might happen did seem to
be happening, but I was also dissapointed because it all seemed to be
happening without me.
     I didn't even have to use the bathroom, I had just felt so out of
place that I needed a destination and the bathroom seemed as good as any. 
Still, looking around at some the scuzzy looking guys talking to some of
the girls around me, I thought 'The hell with it! If they can get a girl
to talk to them, so can I.'
     I wasn't in fact all that bad looking.  As I've said before, I'm no
Brad Pitt, but I ain't half bad.  Of average height and build, my dark
brown hair and emerald green eyes set off my deeply tanned face to some
advantage, at least I thought so.
     Cheered, I stumbled down the stairs grabbed a beer and started to
talk to a girl standing by me.  She was there with some friends, a couple
of which I knew from school, and she introduced them all to me.  To my
disappointment I discovered that she had a boyfriend, but in a second that
didn't matter, because  I noticed a girl across the room.  Her back was to
me, but her hair was shoulder length and blonde, her waist was thin and
tapered, but her ass was large and round.  'This babie's got back!', I
thought.
     I stared at her, occasionly catching a glimpse of her in profile, but
the room was dark and smokey so I couldn't see her face that well, but I
began to get the nagging feeling that I knew her.  I also noticed that she
was drinking quite alot and didn't seem to be getting along with the guy
she was talking to.  He was one of the older 'college guys' that always
show up at these kind of parties hoping to impress the high school girls
and get laid.  When this one walked off in a huff, I gathered that he had
been turned down.
     I sensed my chance, and excused myself from the group I was with, to
go talk to her.  Only when I arrived, she had wandered off.  But then I
caught a glimpse of blonde hair from down the hall.  I pushed my way
through the crowd in time to see her go through a door.  I also couldn't
help but notice she was wobbling and weaving as she walked.
     When I reached the door I hesitated.  After the incident upstairs I
didn't want a repeat.  I knocked.
     No answer.
     I knocked again.
     Still no answer.
     "Aw fuck it," I said, and opened the door.
     Two things struck me as I entered the room.  First, I had found the
bathroom at last and two, the girl with her skirt hiked up, panties around
her ankles, passed out on the toilet, was my oldest sister Rachel!!
     "Shit," I said, "No wonder you looked familiar."
     My face blushed with embarrassment and I turned to leave, when my
conscience nagged at me to stop and make sure she was okay.  Trying to
keep my eyes from her thighs, I shook her by the shoulder.
     "Hey Rache, You okay?"
     Her only response was to slump against me.  Her head resting just
above my crotch.  I could feel my dick twitch.  Valiently, I ignored it
and shook her again.  She moaned a little but other then that, nothing.
     Knowing that if I let go she'd fall, I gathered her in my arms and
eased her down to the floor, so her shoulders rested against the tub and
her head lay back along it's edge.  Fortunately it was a large bathroom
and had plenty of floor space.    
     Then I stood up and pondered the situation.  Here was my older sister
Rachel, drunk into oblivion, passed out at my feet with her panties down
around her ankles.  I couldn't believe my luck.
     Now let me explain something to those of you who don't know.  Hardly
a day goes by when I don't take advantage of the old fashioned keyholes in
our house to sneak peeks at Rachel dressing.  I'd seen her naked many many
times and almost always afterwards, I would masturbate while fantasizing
about her.  Also, on one other occasion, I had ejeculated into my pants
while during a tickling match with my 14 year old sister Susan.  Susan had
avoided me since that day, but lately I'd begun to include her in my
fantasies as well.
     Quite deliberately, I turned and locked the bathroom door.
     Then kneeling by my sister, I slipped her panties off from around her
ankles.  They were pink, with white flowers and looked very virginal.  I
pressed them to my face and inhaled her musky scent.  Already, my dick was
bursting at my zipper.
     Watching her face closely, I ran my hand up her thigh.  Her skin was
so smooth and perfect that I my hand trembled as I moved it.  Her face was
still and her eyes stayed closed.
     Emboldened, I let my hand go up further until it was beneath her
skirt.  I felt soft warm flesh.  And then I felt fine hair.  And then I
felt skin again, soft, moist skin.  I had little actual experience with
girls, but I had seen enough pornos to know that she was wet and what it
meant.  Her pussy lips were parted and slick and I ran a finger down her
slit.  I ran it back and forth up and down, until she grew even more slick
and was almost dripping.  On impulse I let my finger run down and touch
the opening of her ass, it was tight but not clenched.
     All the time I had done this, she hadn't moved, hadn't even twitched.
 I got braver.  
     For the past couple of years I had wondered if Rachel was a virgin or
not.  Again, while I wasn't Mr. Experience, I knew how to tell.
     I inserted my index finger into her pussy.  So slick was her pussy
that it seemed to suck it right in.  It felt incredible.  So warm, soft,
and moist.  It slid in all the way to my 3rd knuckle.  I smiled.  No
virgin here.
  I began sliding my finger in and out to see if it would get a reaction. 
I tried doing it like I saw in the porno's, fast and hard, but apart from
a small grimace, she didn't react at all.
     By now my dick was bursting and I knew I didn't have long before I
wouldn't be able to help myself.  And I didn't know how long it would be
before someone needed to use the bathroom.
     I stripped off my pants and underwear.  My dick snapping up to
attention as it was freed.  I stood there, naked from the waist down
before a girl for the first time.  Okay so she was unconcious, but
still....
     Remembering what I'd seen upstairs, I wondered if I could put my dick
into her mouth without waking her.  Carefully, I stood over her, one leg
on either side and crouched down so my dick was inches from her mouth. 
But the angle was all wrong and so after carefully pushing my dick down so
that her lips just touched the head and I could feel the breath from her
nostrils on it, I stood back up and pondered.  I didn't want my first time
of actual intercourse to be with a girl who was passed out, so that was
out.
      I stood there frustrated ready to pop, only not sure how to go about
it.  It was while I stood there that I noticed her breasts.  I had an
idea.  I carefully unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open.  Her breasts
jutted out majestically.  Not as large as I had once thought, now that I
had seen a few other girls in movies and magazines, but still, no slouches
for a sixteen year old girl.  
     Luckily for me her bra had clasps in the front so that was no
problem, soon her breasts hung free.  I gasped when I saw them.  Even
though I'd seen them through the keyhole, that was nothing compared to
this.  Her nipples so pink and perky,  her breasts so firm that they
barely moved at all when her bra had been removed.  My dick twitched again
and this time I felt it all the way to my balls.  My dick had seen it's
target and was locked on and ready to fire.  with one stroke of my hand I
was ejaculating, shooting my hot cum in long streams over her tits,
strands of it clung to her nipples, others dripped down the valley between
her breasts, and then one final surge sent a glob onto her chin.  My knees
buckled and I collapsed onto my sisters lap, my knees holding me up so I
wouldn't hurt her.  Still she didn't move.  I gasped.  It had been the
most powerfull orgasm I'd ever had, I could still see stars and my heart
was thumping wildly.  I stared at the mess I had made of her chest.  It
glistened with my moistness.  Reaching up I put my finger in the glob on
her chin, and on impulse I pushed up and into her mouth.  Murmering like a
baby, she sucked and swallowed it all.  The rest I twirled around with my
fingers on her chest, tracing circles around her nipples, coating her with
my cum.  Then, wiping my hands on her skirt, I leaned back and wondered
what to do with her.
    It occured to me that I couldn't just leave her there for someone else
to find.  There were probably many guys there at the party who would have
zero objections to their first or their thirty-first time with a girl
being with one who was passed out cold.  Plus in a curious way, I was
starting to feel like she belonged to me and I always take care of my
possessions.
  Cleaning myself up in the sink, I redressed.  Her panties I wadded up
and put into my pocket.  Then, after carefully checking myself to see that
there was no evidence, I reknelt by my sister and shook her with brotherly
concern.
     "Rachel, Rachel, wake up!" I said loudly.  "Rache, what's wrong?  Who
did this to you?"
     Finally, she responded, groggy and dazed.  It took me a few minutes
to even get her to wake up and even when she did, she didn't grasp the
situation.
    "Hi Tom," she mumbled, "Whater you doing here?"
     "C'mon Rache, get up.  Cover yourself up, for christ's sake!"  I
shouted.
     Finally she grasped that her breasts were on display and her innate
modesty drove her to buttoning her shirt up halfway and with the right
buttons in the wrong holes.
     "I've got to get you home,"  I asked and then shook her hard until
her eyes semi-focused on mine.  "Rache, I have to ask,  Were you raped?"
     "No," she said.  "I don't think so."
     "C'mon, lets get you home."
     I stood her up and she clung to me, I half dragged, half carried her
out of the bathroom and down the hall.  Alot of the guys making lewd
comments as I passed and some of the girls appeared concerned.  By the
door I noticed Lori, Rachel's best friend.  She appeared sober and was
only sipping from a can of diet coke.
     She hurried over when I called to her. 
     "Is she alright?"  She asked me.
     "Yeah, just passed out drunk,"  I said.
     "I's not drunk,"  Rachel slurred.
     "I'm going to drive her home,"  I said.  "Can you take her car and
bring it over to the house tomorrow?"
     "Sure, I've already got the keys,"  she said holding up the coke can.
 "I was going to drive us home.  You sure you don't want me to take her to
my place?  My folks will be asleep."
     "No thanks.  She's my sister, I'll take care of her."
     Lori, who had always thought of me as a nusiance until now, looked at
me with a new respect.  "You're alright, Tom.  I wish I had a brother like
you."
     "Thanks," I said.  "I gotta go.  I'll tell my mom that you needed to
borrow the car.  They won't mind, she likes you."
     Lori held the door while I carried Rachel out.
    I propped Rachel up in the passenger seat but once I sat behind the
wheel, she slid over and her head fell into my lap.  I didn't move her
until I was home.
     Luckily, all the lights were out when I got home.  But I still knew
that I couldn't pull this off without Rachel's help.  I climbed out of the
car and went around to her side of the car.  I had to slap her face a
couple of times to get her to come to, but finally, I began to see some
kind of coherence in her eyes.
     "What is it?  What's going on?"  She asked.
     "We're home," I said.  "You've got to be quiet or mom will hear us. 
Can you do that?"
     She nodded.  With me only having to help a little, we walked around
the house to the back door.  Quietly we snuck through the kitchen and up
the back stairs, I was just opening Rachel's door when I heard a voice
behind me.
     "Where have you been?  Do you know what time it is?"
     We both whirled around.  It was our sister Christa, eleven years old
and the biggest tattle tale since Cindy Brady.  She was tall for her age
with just the beginnings of breasts and hips which her short little
nightie emphasized.
     Rachel moaned, "Oh no, Mom will kill us!"
     I patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry, you get into bed,
I'll handle this.  Can you make it?"
     Rachel nodded, but as I turned to go she said, "Hey Mike, thanks for
getting me home."
     "It was nothing, just go to bed and don't worry."
     Christa was tapping her foot.  "Well, where have you been?"  she
asked in a whisper.  She didn't want to wake mom too soon, she wanted me
to dangle for a while.
     "Let's go into your room and I'll tell you," I said.  "We don't need
to wake anybody up."
     She eyed me suspiciously.  "Tell me here."
     Mom's door was just a few feet away.
     "Look Christa, I'll explain everything and if you still want to wake
Mom up, I'll help you okay?"  I put on my friendlist big brother stare.
     "Okay," she said.
     We stepped into her room.  A nightmare of pink, lace, teddybears, and
frills.  I acted quickly.  I wasn't about to let this 11 year old
extortionist spoil the plans I had just set into motion.  I grabbed her
around the waist, covering her mouth with my other hand.  She kicked and
struggled, squirming this way and that, but I was too strong for her.
     I didn't mind the slight noise she was making.  I had chosen her room
on purpose.  It was the room furthest from my mothers.  Christa's at the
back while mom's was at the front.
      "Stop squirming!" I hissed in her ear.
      Looking at me from the corners of her eyes with a look that could
kill, she stopped struggling.
     "Okay, " I said.  "This is how it's going to be.  You ever tell mom,
that you saw Rachel and me coming home late tonight and I will beat your
little ass until it's black and blue!  Do you understand me!?!"
     Her eyes flared when I said that and I felt something sharp sink into
my left hand.  The little shit had bit me.  But I didn't let go, instead I
brought my right hand back and with all my strength, smacked her on her
ass.  Her frilly panties cushioned her a little, but not much.  I saw her
eyes go even wider and 
she stopped biting.
     "Now we understand each other!" I said.
      My hand was hurting like hell where she had bit me, but I didn't
dare move it, in case she started yelling.   A sudden thought hit me, and
I pulled Rachel's panties from out of my pocket.  With a deft movement, I
moved my hand and when Christa opened wide to scream, I stuffed Rachels
panties into her mouth.  She gagged, but I didn't relent, not stopping
until her mouth was completely full and she couldn't make a noise.   
     Then looking around I noticed a cord on the curtains, I yanked it off
while still holding her with my other hand, then picking her up and
putting her on the bed on her stomach, I tied her arms behind her back
with the cord.
      She lay there kicking and squirming, but sat down on her legs and
held her.  Finally I could look at my hand.  It was bleeding a little, and
stung like hell.  I had to get something on it, but didn't dare leave her
alone.  Then I thought, panties for panties, an even exchange.  I reached
up and deftly pulled down her frilly panties and slipped them off her
ankles.  Christa stiffened at the sudden chill that hit her ass and virgin
young pussy.
     Curious to see if that delicious smell was hereditary, I press
Christa's panties to my nose.  It was very faint, but it was still there. 
Surpised, I felt my dick twitch.  This hadn't started to be, nor had I
ever had any sexual feelings towards Christa before, but now with the
smell of her panties and the sight of her young ass, it was quickly
becoming sexual.  I had to stay under control though, this was something I
had to do, and I had to do it perfect so she wouldn't tell mom about
Rachel and I AND so she wuoldn't tell mom about what I was doing to her
right now.  I had to scare the shit out of her.
     Wrapping her panties around my fingers to stop the bleeding, I
shifted so I was kneeling next to her on the bed with my pantie wrapped
hand pressing down on her back so she couldn't move.  I stared down at her
face and was pleased to already discover some fear there, but her eyes
still showed anger.  I had to cower that fear.
     "Christa, you've had this coming for a long time.  You've tattled on
me for the last time.  If you ever tell mom about anything I  or your
sisters do or what I've done here tonight, you'll get more and worse then
anything I'm about to do to you.  Nod if you understand."
     She didn't nod.
     I sighed.  "Alright Christa, you asked for this."
     I placed my free hand on her right ass cheek so that my fingers were
in her crack and I squeezed as hard as I could, my fingers digging into
her flesh.  Then, unexpectedly, I raised my arm and brought my hand
crashing down onto her right butt cheek.  It made a noise like a gun shot
and I froze to see if anyone had heard.  Christa screamed through the
panties but only a muffled grunt came through.  Tears sprang to her eyes
and her nostrils flared for breath.  Tense seconds went by, but no one
came to see what made the noise so I relaxed.  Her small ass was bright
red in the exact shape of my hand.  Again I was surprised when my dick
responded to the sight.  But I knew I couldn't risk making that noise
again.  I had to find something else to spank her with that wouldn't make
that much noise.  Glancing around I saw a ping-pong paddle sitting on the
floor.  The kind with the really thick rubber coating.  Perfect, I
thought.  Too quick for her to move, I darted over and grabbed it, then
resumed my positon.
     "That was just for starters,"  I said, then quickly brought the
paddle down on her ass.  It made only a dull slapping sound which was much
quiter, but from Christa's reaction must have hurt much worse.   I hit her
again, and again, and again, raining smacks on her ass until it was
entirely bright red, almost pulsing.  Christa had desolved into a crying
heap.  Tears pouring out of her eyes, muffled little sobs coming through
her sister's panties.  To my astonishment, my dick was rock hard and
pulsing along with her ass.  The more I smacked this bare little ass, the
harder I got.
     I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up off the mattress.  "Are you
my slave yet?" I asked.  "Will you do whatever I say?"
      She nodded.
     "I don't believe you," I said.  "You say that now, but when you wake
up in the morning with a sore and bruised ass you may feel different."
      I put my hand back on her ass.  She grimaced when I touched it.  I
manuvered my hand so that my middle finger touched her small asshole. 
Swirling it around, I pushed it in just to the first knuckle.  My dry skin
on her dry skin, must have rubbed her terribly, because she grimaced and
began crying even harder.
     "How can I trust you when you've been telling on everyone all your
life?" I asked.  
     We sat there for a second.  Christa lying there on her stomach, her
hands tied behind her back, her short little teddy nightie up around her
waist, her older sister's panties filling her mouth and her naked little
bum pulsing red with my middle finger sticking out of her ass.  Me sitting
next to her, ready to orgasm at any second, the blood gushing to my dick,
ready to bust my zipper, unable to believe this was happening and that I
was enjoying it so much.
     "I'm going to put you to the test," I said.  "I'm going to take out
the panties you're sucking on and if you don't scream, then maybe I won't
smack you again tonight, but if you do yell, I will be all over you so
fast that even if Mom does hear you, you'll regret it!"
      Without taking my finger from her ass I pulled the panties from her
mouth.  She gagged and spit a few times and her sobs grew a little louder,
but she didn't say anything.
     "Very good, does this mean you promise not to tell?"
     "Y-y-y-y-es," Christa said quietly.
      "I don't believe you.  I think you're just saying that so I won't
hit you again.  Is that true?"
       "No, I promise."
       "Christa, I'm going to hit you again.  Now will you tell?"
       "No, don't!!!!"
       "Be quiet!!!" I ordered, sending my finger in to the second
knuckle.
        She shut up immediately.
       "I'm going to hit you again, and if you don't make a noise during
the entire time I'm hitting you, then I will believe you and will leave
you alone.  Do you agree to that?"
      Sobbing with her eyes closed, she nodded.
      "Okay, here we go, now remember, not a sound!"
      My finger came out with a PLOP and the paddle came down BAAAMMM on
her ass, but she bit her lip and didn't say a word, just cried silently. 
I decided to test her further and rained smacks upon her ass and thighs in
an orgiastic fury that left me collapsed across the bed with my face
resting on her bruised ass and my underwear full of cum.  Through it all,
she made not a sound.
     When I finally sat up and untied her, she tried to sit up but
couldn't sit because of her bruised ass.
     "Lay back down," I ordered.  Dutifully she did, her hands stealing
back to touch her tender cheeks.
     "I'll be right back," I said.
     Sneaking down the hall to the bathroom, I was relieved to see that
all was quiet.  I grabbed the bottle of lotion and snuck back to Christa's
room.  Ever so gently I squeezed some of the lotion onto each of her
cheeks.  She gasped at the coldness, but didn't say anything.  Carefully,
I massaged her cheeks which were already bruising with great red welts.
     "You'll have to be very carefull so that no one see's your butt for a
week or two," I told her, but after that you'll be fine, unless of course
you break your promise and I have to repeat this."
     "You won't have to," she said suddenly.  "I'll never tell, just don't
stop rubbing!"
      I continued rubbing the lotion in until she fell asleep.
     As I tucked her in under the covers, I realized what a chance I had
taken.  If mom saw those bruises, I would be in deep shit, but luckily we
all had our own bathroom so there was a chance she wouldn't find out.  No
the greatest risk I had taken was Christa herself.  If she changed her
mind in the morning and told mom, there really wouldn't be much I could
do.  Just hope I had conviced her.  As I stripped off my cum sodden
underwear I pondered on whether or no I should pay her another visit
tomorrow night.
     But no, tomorrow night I would began my plan of attack on Rachel.  I
was determined that I should lose my virginity with her.  Only this time
she would be, if not a willing partner, at least an active one.
     And then of course there was Susan........