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Lusting for my Used Sister (mf, Mf, Mmf, voy, inc)
Mandil (mandil_k@hotmail.com)
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The story that I am about to tell you happened over thirty years ago
when I was fourteen. We were then living in a very small town by the
name of Maple Ridge, the nearest big city was Newport and it was a
little over two hours drive from where we were living. By the time I
reached my fourteenth birthday I had gone to Newport only twice and on
each occasion it had been to attend a funeral of some relative who had
been living there. So what little that I knew of city life, I had
learned from watching television programs such as Dragnet, the
Uncorruptable and similar programs where the action took place in a
city.
The events of this story took place in Maple Ridge and they have
nothing to do with big city life. But I think that it is useful here
to mention my lack of knowledge of life outside of Pine Hill for the
benefit of those readers that might not understand why I reacted and
acted the way I did to these events that make up this story.
My parents were of middle income bracket. My father owned a garage
where he was working about sixty hours a week and I didn't see much of
him except on Sundays when we usually went to our cottage situated by
a lake or if the weather was not that good, we sometimes went to visit
my grand parents.
My sister Vicky and I, both hated to go to the cottage. It was
situated in the middle of nowhere and the electric line didn't even go
that far. Besides going fishing in the lake or hunting in the
surrounding woods, - both of which I didn't like - there wasn't much
to do there.
At the time my sister was twelve and we were the only children in the
family. My mother was very strict with us and there was no question
for me of going out with girls. As for Vicky, being two years younger
than I was, it was worst still. Being a girl, it meant that dating
boys was really something that was going to happen in the far future
for her.
Living next to our house was the Barton's. Roger Barton was in his mid
twenties at the time and he and his wife Sandra had a two years old
boy named Jimmy. Vicky began to baby-sit for them every Saturday
evening while they went to the movies.
Mr. Barton had two small trucks and a man was working full time for
him. He was a bread distributor for a popular brand of bread and every
morning he and Jim Leduc - the man working for him - would make the
round to each store within a forty miles radius of Maple Ridge so as
to supply them with fresh bread. Behind the Barton's house was a small
warehouse where every night, a large truck from the bread company
would stop by at two or three in the morning and unload the fresh
supply of bread for the morning deliveries.
When little Jimmy reached two, Mrs. Barton began to help to organize
the weekly bingo in the basement of the church. Since her husband,
even though he sometimes was back home from his round, still had work
to do in the warehouse. He therefore couldn't be in the house and keep
an eye on his sleeping son. So Mrs. Barton began to ask Vicky to
baby-sit for her until her husband finished his work in the warehouse.
One day, an event occurs which is responsible for the whole series of
events that unfolded afterward. At the time, when it happened, it was
nothing that seemed very important, but still it was the spark that
was responsible for setting in motion the series of events that were
unleashed after that.
It was in early summer at the beginning of my school vacation when it
all began. I was playing hide and seek in the back yard with a couple
of my friends when I saw Mr. Barton entering the house through the
back door. It was a Friday evening and I knew that my sister was
baby-sitting there, I had seen Mrs. Barton leaving an hour before to
help in the preparation of the weakly bingo.
When I saw Mr. Barton entering his house, I told myself that Vicky was
going to come out at any moment and she was going to join us in our
game. But it didn't happen. She came out of the Barton's house well
over an hour later and further more, when I asked her to join us, she
said that she didn't feel like playing. Instead, she went directly
home.
I would have forgotten completely about the incident, if the next day,
while we were all seated around the table, mother asked my sister if
Mr. Barton had gotten back early from his bread round.
"I can't say since I didn't see him at all. I got back here as soon as
Sandra," Vicky always called Mrs. Barton by her first name, "got back
from the bingo."
She was lying, I could still recall seeing Mr. Barton arriving and
entering the house less than an hour after his wife had left. I was
about to tell mother that Vicky was lying but for some reason that I
can't explain, something told me to keep quiet about it and to try to
figure out why she was lying.
So I didn't say anything, but from that moment on I began to pay
closer attention to Vicky, especially when she went baby-sitting for
the Barton.
I then began to notice small things that in themselves were quite
insignificant, but if taken as a whole, they were pointing to one
thing. Vicky was falling for Mr. Barton's charms.
I noticed that on those days that she went baby-sitting for the
Bartons, she seemed to be more nervous the whole day before going
there. During the day preceding her baby sitting evening, she wouldn't
play with us and nothing seemed to interest her. Then when she changed
her clothes and got ready to leave, she would comb and fix her hair
for an hour in the bathroom, I even suspected that she was putting on
a little make-up from mother's kit.
It surprised me that mother didn't notice her strange behavior, but I
suppose that her trust in Vicky didn't allow for the possibility that
her twelve years old daughter would fall under the charms of a married
man.
A couple of weeks after the lying incident, it was a Friday evening
and as usual Vicky was baby-sitting when I saw once again Mr. Barton
entering the house less than an hour after his wife had left. I was
now really anxious to see if Vicky was going to come out or not. But
as I expected, she didn't and after another hour of ball pitching in
the yard with one of my friends, I finally told him that I had enough
for the evening and I was going home to watch TV. Now that I think
about this, it was rude of me to get rid of him like that, but we were
kids and I am sure that he must have done the same thing to me on a
couple of occasions.
As soon as I was inside the house and I was sure that Paul was gone -
the name of my friend was Paul - I got back outside. The daylight was
just beginning to fade and even though it was not dark yet, I could
see that in most of the houses the lights were turned on. I then asked
myself, what should I do?
Vicky was still in the Barton's house and Mr. Barton was there also,
what was going on inside? Why was she staying there?
One thing was certain though; mother wouldn't approve of her being
there while he was in the house. In the last year Vicky had begun to
develop a great deal and her breasts were well on theirs way to
filling completely her training bra. Even her upper thighs were bigger
than mine and her round bottom gave her the appearance of being older
than her twelve years.
Mother was very strict on these matters and she certainly wouldn't
want the neighbors talking about her young daughter being all by
herself in the house with a married man.
Of course I knew that she wasn't doing anything wrong. She was
probably just talking to him and hoping that he would notice her a
little more than he usually did.
But still, in the back of my mind I couldn't figure out why he would
want to waste his time talking to someone who was only twelve. What
could they be talking about?
The more I thought about it the more intrigued I became and before I
fully realized what I was doing, I was walking toward the back of the
Barton's house and then I slipped in between their house and the cedar
hedge that separated their property from ours.
There was a window just a few feet ahead and I could see the light
illuminating the blind from the inside. Even though it was pulled down
all the way there was still a crack of a few inches at the bottom.
I knew that what I was about to do was not right and should I be
caught doing this, I would be in a lot of trouble, not to mention the
indignation of being called a peeping Tom.
But the chances of my being caught were very slim indeed since the
six-foot high cedar hedge hid me completely from our driveway and the
only way someone could see me was from the inside the house. It
therefore became very important that I took all of the necessary
precautions as I approached the window. The opening under the blind
was exactly at eye level and I slowly approach one eye near the left
bottom corner.
I was looking into the kitchen. Vicky was seated at the kitchen
table while Mr. Barton was standing behind her; he was stroking her
hair with both of his hands. He was probably paying her a compliment
about her long hair - Vicky had beautiful light brown hair that went
below her shoulders - as I could tell by the way he was sliding his
hands through her long hair at the back.
But he didn't stop there. While holding all of her hair with one hand
at the back of her neck, his other hand began to massage the side and
back of her neck.
It surprised me to see that Vicky wasn't protesting in the least.
Usually my sister didn't even allow me to touch her hair even when we
were playing. He kept on rubbing and stroking her neck with one hand
and soon it was over her left cheek. I could even see his fingers
passing over the side of her lips, which she gradually parted, but
after of couple of minutes of this I noticed that she had one of his
fingers inside her mouth.
What the hell is going on in there, I told myself. He was certainly
not only showing admiration for my sister's hair, she had half of his
finger in her mouth and further more I could tell that she was sucking
on it.
Should I run home and tell mother what I had seen? No, later I would
do that I told myself. Now I wanted to see just what else they were
going to do. Beside they weren't doing anything wrong yet even though
I knew that mother would not think so.
In and out of her mouth, he began to move his fingers. I found this
very strange, then it suddenly hit me like a stone on the head, he was
mimicking the movement of a cock in and out of a woman's cunt. Did
Vicky understand exactly what he was trying to imitate? She must have
had, since I had spied on her and her friends talking about sex a
couple times, and judging by what they were saying they knew as much
as I did about kissing and fucking.
She next seized his hand with her own and while she held it over her
mouth, she kept on sucking and licking his finger all over. Yes I
could tell he was pretending that he had his cock in her mouth and she
went along with it as she made believe that she was sucking on it.
But a funny thing was happening to me, and at the time and I couldn't
explain why. I was beginning to get an erection. Then I saw him pull
his finger out of her mouth and he once again placed his hand against
her neck, then it happened. I watched him gradually begin to slip his
hand under her white blouse. In a few second my cock got as hard as a
crow bar.
How come she was letting him place his hand under her blouse? Did he
have his hand over or under her bra? I knew for a fact that she would
never tolerate that I touch her like that and yet she was permitting
him to place his hand where I knew she would never allow me. I then
began to feel sorry for myself. Ever since I could remember I had
always taken care of her and not once had I tried to touch her in such
a way.
My erection was now rubbing against the side of the house as I kept
watching what was going on in the kitchen. Now my sister had moved her
hand from his wrist to the the front of her blouse , it seemed as
though she was holding his hand in place. Then as I watched, she
tilted her head over until her left cheek was pressing against the
back of his hand, which was still only partly inside her blouse.
Since she was sitting with the side of her body toward me, I could
tell that his hand was now moving within her blouse. Yes he was trying
to shove it under her bra and he must have succeeded after a while
since I could tell that he was opening and closing his hand as he
fondled her breast.
By now I was unable to prevent myself from shoving my body against the
side of the house and before I realized it, I climaxed inside my pants
while watching Mr. Barton fondling my sister.
When I got back my senses after one of the strongest climax ever, I
noticed that he now had both of his hands into her blouse and all the
time my sister was pressing his hands against her bosom with her own
hands over her blouse.
Wow, I told myself, mother is going to kill her when I tell her what I
have just seen. But then it occured to me that never again will I be
able to be a witness to such an erotic scene if I told mother what I
had just witnessed. Why not wait a week or so and try to see where
this was going to lead, I told myself. Or better still why not try to
force her to let me feel her just like she was letting Mr. Barton do.
Yes, that was it. She was certainly going to be willing to do anything
so that mother didn't learn about what she had just done.
All of sudden I saw him pull his hand away from her breasts and he
turned around to leave the house through the back door. As he turned
my way, I could tell that he had a huge erection in his pants. But
that didn't explain his big hurry to leave the house. Then I got my
answer as I saw Mrs. Barton appears in the kitchen a couple of seconds
later. Mr. Barton had probably heard her entering through the front
door and not wanting his wife to see him alone with Vicky inside the
house; he had hurried outside through the back door.
Then for the first time I noticed that it was completely dark outside.
I must have been watching for well over an hour and as I hurried back
toward the front end of the cedar hedge - it wouldn't do to go at the
back and come face to face with Mr. Barton - I was just in time to see
Vicky leave the Barton's house through the front door. She probably
though that I was coming from the park and she didn't seemed to find
it strange that I was still outside at such a late hour. As soon as we
got home she went upstairs to her room and I didn't see her again
until the next day.
It was definitely my intention to try and spy on her again while she
was with Mr. Barton. Even thinking about what I had seen made my heart
beating faster while forcing my cock to twitch in my pants. But how
was I to do this. I knew that she was going to let him play with her
breasts once again the following Friday and maybe he was going to feel
her cunt also, but it didn't mean that they would do this in the
kitchen as they had done the previous time.
All through the weekend and part of the week, I tried to think of
something that was going to allow me to watch them again. I even
thought of entering the house through the basement by mean of one of
the small windows. But this wasn't going to permit me to see them in
action unless I actually entered the house, and I wasn't ready for
that.
When Friday arrived, I hadn't been able to figure a way to peek on
them, the best I could think off was to do again the window peeping
act that I had done the previous Friday.
But I was pretty sure that in the kitchen, he wasn't going to do much
more than fondle her. If his intention were to do more serious stuff
with Vicky, he was going to do it somewhere else. The previous Friday
he had come very close to being caught by his wife and I felt certain
that he wasn't going to repeat the same mistake again.
At half past six on Friday, Vicky was back into the Barton's house and
soon afterward I watched Mrs. Barton leaving the house.
When Mr. Barton's panel truck drove into the garage through the front
door of the warehouse, it was almost eight and by the time he entered
his house it was a quarter to nine.
I knew that his wife wouldn't be home until ten and this left him at
least a full hour to indulge himself with my sister's body.
I pretended to be looking for my ball near the end of the hedge and
after making sure than no one was observing me, I hid myself on the
other side and soon I was standing near the kitchen window once again.
Vicky and Mr. Barton were both seated around the kitchen table and
talking. I would have given plenty to be able to hear what they were
saying but it was no use, as hard as I tried to listen I couldn't hear
a single word.
Then as if of a common accord they both got to their feet and Mr.
Barton went to stand in front of Vicky and he seized her in his arms.
He kissed her smack on the lips and while he was doing this he
proceeded to fondle her bosom over the thin sweater she was wearing.
I knew that it was Vicky's first kiss and for a while I was jealous of
her. She was being kissed while I, even though I was two years older
than she was, I had never kissed a girl yet.
I promised myself at that moment that this was going to change soon,
even if I had to kiss my own sister, or should I say force her to kiss
me, I intended to see to it that I was going to break the ice on that
matter.
They kept on kissing and hugging for a while and even from where I
stood outside the window, I could see that Vicky's face was very red
with emotions and then to top it all, Mr. Barton seized her right hand
and he pressed it over the front of his pants.
As they kissed I observed him pressing her hand against his erection -
even from where I was I could see the tent pole in his pants - and
when he later removed his hand from hers, I watched her close her hand
around his erection.
Once again my own cock was extremely hard, I could almost feel her
hand opening and closing as she went on to explore the cock of a man
who was more than twice her age and worst still, he was a married man.
I knew that he was taking an awful chance since if he should get
caught, it would probably mean jail for him not to mention the fury of
his wife as well as that of my parents. As for me, I didn't feel anger
at him I was only a little jealous, but I had a plan and if all went
the way I expected, I was soon going to explore my sister's body just
like he was.
Then once more, as if of a common accord, they suddenly pull away from
one another and they entered the living room through the double doors
at the end of the kitchen.
Since I could no longer watch them through the kitchen window, I
walked to the next window, which I knew was one of the three living
room windows - there was one on this side of the house, while the
other two were situated on the front of the house. There was a small
vertical crack all through the length between the two drapes and I was
able to see inside.
It was much darker in the living room, the only sources of light being
the TV screen and a small lamp in the corner that gave a pale orange
light owing to its shade.
They both went toward one of the two windows situated on the front and
Mr. Barton opened the drapes behind the chair just a crack and he
peeked outside.
It then occurs to me why they had move close the one of the front
window. He wanted to keep an eye on the road just in case his wife
should come home early. It was a safety precaution; he probably didn't
want to be surprised, as he had been the previous Friday.
Once again they began kissing while standing, but now I could see his
hands moving against my sister bottom. He kneaded and rubbed her
bottom cheeks all the time he was kissing her, then I noticed that his
hands were trying to lift her skirt. As soon as he had the hem of her
skirt in one hand he shoved both hands underneath her skirt and he
began to feel her bottom over her white panties. I had seen these
panties many times on the cloth line and each time I found them very
cute since they had little pink and yellow ducks printed on the
material.
My sister never once protested his invading hands on her body, not
even when he pulled the waistband of her panties aside before shoving
one of his hands on the flesh of her bottom.
Until then I hadn't noticed Vicky's hands, but as soon as I returned
my attention to her, I realized that she was rubbing his cock with
both hands now.
This went on for ten or fifteen minutes while all the time they were
deep kissing as they took turn shoving their respective tongue in each
other's mouth.
After a while he opened the front of his pants with one of his hands,
it didn't surprised me too much and beside I was hoping that he would
do so.
For one thing I was eager to see his cock, I had never seen a man's
cock before. Also I now hoped that he would fuck her. If my plan was
to succeed he had to fuck her.
I observed her carefully as she pulled his erection out of his pants;
the length and thickness of his adult cock stunned me. It was much
thicker than mine and at least a good two inches longer also. I had
doubts as to the possibility of my sister taking this monster within
her. But Vicky didn't seemed to be scared by the size if his pole-like
erection. Quite the contrary, she proceeded to caress it with one hand
while her other hand went to his balls and she seemed fascinated as I
watched her squeezing and rolling them. I knew that this was her first
experience with a male organ and she was exploring everywhere, but
soon her inspection was interrupted when she threw her head backward
thus forcing their lips to separate.
What was happening to her? She seemed frozen on the spot with her
hand full of cock and balls and by the expression of her face I could
tell that there was something wrong with her. At last I was able to
figure out the cause of the sudden change in her.
His hand must have been over her cunt now and he was making her climax
my mean of his fingers.
This was the most erotic spectacle possible. My young sister was
fondling a married man cock and balls while he was making her come
with his fingers over her cunt. I was sorry for only one thing; it was
the fact that I wouldn't be able to tell my friends what I was seeing.
Mr. Barton pulled his hand from under her panties and skirt and he
went to the window to have a look outside once again. He then said
something to Vicky and she immediately took position kneeling on the
upholstered chair just in front of the window.
With her belly resting against the high back of the chair, her face
was just over the central vertical crack between the two curtains. Of
course, I told myself. He is going to fuck her while she is watching
the road outside in case his wife should come home early.
As soon as she had taken a kneeling position on the chair, he lifted
her skirt around her waist thus exposing her panties covered bottom.
Even though she was my sister, and only twelve at that, her round
bottom fascinated me as her twin plump bottom cheeks were projecting
back in a most exquisite and inviting manner.
I could tell that Mr. Barton was also appreciating her exposed bottom
as his hands moved all over her curves and even in her bottom's crack.
He still had his cock out of his pants and I could see its twitching
in expectation of what was to come as he felt her bottom. So was my
own cock, and it would have taken very little rubbing, either with my
hand or against the wall of the house, to initiate a climax. But I
didn't want it to happen so soon since it would have taken some of the
pleasure out of the fucking scene I was about to witness.
He began pulling her panties down and soon they were around her knees
on the seat of the chair. I could now see the lips of her cunt, and
from where I was I couldn't detect any hair on her cunt. Then as I
looked more carefully I could tell that she was very wet between her
lips since I was able to see the reflection of light from the TV
screen on her extremely wet cunt. Here was my little sister with her
bottom and cunt all exposed and about to be fucked right before my
eyes.
Had someone told me a month earlier that I would be in a position to
stop my sister from being fucked by a married man and that I would do
nothing to stop it, I would certainly not have believed it. Far from
wishing to stop them though, I was hoping that they would begin as
soon as possible. There was no way that I was going to stop them, on
the contrary, the minute that he was going to fuck her, I knew that it
would be my ticket to fuck her as well at a later time.
In my mind it was as sure as the sun would rise the next day, I was
going to fuck her even if I had to rape her. After what I had seen, I
knew that I would never have peace of mind again until I had dipped my
own cock in her. Her appealing bottom with her round checks as well as
her hairless cunt were registered in my mind now and it was my
strongest desire to touch and kiss those parts as well as feel myself
within her body.
He did fuck her, but before doing so he got his face close to her cunt
and he licked her all over. Then he glued his mouth between her cunt's
lips and he proceeded to suck her juice.
While he had his mouth against her cunt, her bum began to gyrate all
over his face, she even shoved it backward in a most inviting manner
so as to make it easier for him to continue sucking and licking her.
But after a while he had something else in mind and he suddenly pulled
his face away from her and he stood behind her. From where I was I
couldn't see his cock since he had his back toward me, but I saw him
bring both of his hands in front. I knew that he was aiming his
erection between her lips and I watched carefully as to what would be
her reaction. Was he going to hurt her? Probably, judging by the seize
of his monster of a cock.
After a few seconds he brought both of his hands around her waist and
I could tell that he was pulling her toward him while shoving his cock
forward. I then heard my sister cry in pain through the closed window,
he was hurting her but this didn't seemed to affect him in the least
as I watched him pressing on still as if she hadn't complained at all.
Vicky was now crying, but still I didn't feel sorry for her. She had
acted as a tease, I told myself, she should have thought of the
consequences before letting him go that far.
But gradually she stopped crying; Mr. Barton was now slowly shoving
and pulling against her bottom. Faster and faster he went and soon I
could tell that Vicky was reciprocating with shoves of her own as she
pushed her bottom to meet him in synchronization. Then very
distinctly, I heard her moaning and sighing as if she was in pain. But
her wriggling and shoving bottom that kept on meeting his shoving
cock, gave a completely different meaning to the beautiful erotic
scene, I knew that pleasure was responsible for the noises that she
was making and not pain.
Less than five minutes after having inserted his cock within her, he
had on orgasm. But he didn't pulled out of her and he continued to
fuck for another fifteen minutes during which time she must have had
at least half a dozen orgasms. After he climaxed a second time within
her virgin cunt, he then collapsed partly on top of her.
For the last fifteen minutes Vicky had completely forgotten about
keeping an eye on the road outside and to my horror, I suddenly saw
all of my plans begin to crumble when I noticed Mrs. Barton's car
pulling into the driveway. When I look again inside the house, I
realized that neither of them had noticed the car arriving, they were
still resting on the back of the chair and he still had his cock
within her.
What was I to do? I certainly couldn't knock on the glass pane of the
window since this would revealed the fact that I had been watching
them. But still I had to warn them somehow.
Without thinking, I ran toward the front of the house. Mrs. Barton was
in the process of getting out of her car when I reached the driveway.
"Have you seen Whisky?" I asked her in a much too louder voice than
necessary, I was almost shouting. Whisky was the name of my cat.
"No I haven't seen him. But why are you shouting?"
"I am sorry. It's just that I have been shouting his name for the last
five minutes. I just forgot that I didn't have to talk so loud."
She was now climbing the two steps of the veranda in front of her
house and I somehow had to think of something to prevent her from
entering the house for a few seconds longer.
I knew that I had been heard from inside the house but they probably
hadn't had enough time to get dress yet.
Since it was now very dark outside, I pretended that I saw Whisky at
the other end of the veranda and as I climbed the two steps I pointed
with my finger at the very end where it was quite dark. Of course
there was no way that she could see if Whisky was there or not.
"Could you try and stop him if he passes near you, I think he is still
hiding but he could come running your way when I get there."
She remained still, right next to the door and waited just in case my
cat should come her way. I pretended to look for a couple of minutes
then I returned near her.
"I suppose he must have jump over the railing when he saw me. Just the
same thanks for helping me."
"Don't worry about your cat, he will show up when he get hungry. It's
always the same with cats, they always return home to eat."
With that I left and as I slowly walked home I watched her entering
the house. But by now I knew that both Vicky and Mr. Barton had had
plenty of time to get their clothes in order.
Less than ten minutes after I had gotten home, Vicky came in. Her face
was red just as if she had been expose too long in the sun and her
lips were swollen. Even her usually neatly combed hair was in a mess.
As soon as she entered the house she climbed the stairs and went to
her room. It was a good thing that I had been the only one to seen her
entering, since if my mother had been in the kitchen when she came in,
she certainly would have noticed her disorderly appearance.
Than night while in bed I felt very good indeed, I was now ready to
put my plan into execution and in my head I was planing all the
details. Then on a sudden impulsion I decided to check in the hamper
if Vicky had thrown in her panties before taking a shower.
As expected, when I lifted the cover of the hamper, which was almost
empty, I saw her white panties with the pink and yellow ducks printed
all over.
When I examined the crotch of the panties, it was soaking wet which
only confirmed what I already knew, Mr. Barton had emptied a couple of
loads of spunk within her cunt.
Since Vicky had not yet begun to get her menstruation - she most
probably had told him he must have felt quite safe in filling her cunt
with his seed.
The next day, Saturday, she once again went to baby sit for the Barton
but since both Mr. Barton and his wife were going to the movies I knew
that nothing special was going to happen and I didn't check on her.
No, instead I was waiting for the following day which was Sunday when
I was going to be alone with her. Both my mother and father had talked
during the week about paying a visit to our grand parents.
At two o'clock sharp my parents left for the two miles drive to my
father's parents. Vicky was sitting at one end of the couch while she
watched TV and I went to sit at the other end.
My heart was beating fast since since I knew that the time had come
for me to put my plan into execution.
"I know what you have been doing Friday evening while baby-sitting at
the Barton's house."
It took a few seconds for her mind to register what I was saying and
when it did, she turned her head toward me and remained speechless for
a couple of seconds.
"What do you mean. I kept an eye on little Jimmy like I have been
doing for a long times."
"No it was not like the other times that you went baby-sitting for
them. Mr. Barton was there with you in the house."
I didn't want to tell her the hot stuff immediately. I wanted to see
her sweating before I told her the best part.
"He came in only for a couple of minutes. He was working in the
warehouse at the back and he came in to get something to drink."
"No, he didn't go back. He remained in the house with you."
"He didn't. It's my word against your, and I am not lying."
"You are lying. Do you want me to tell you exactly what the two of you
have been doing?"
I could tell that she was now worried. Her face was getting red by the
second and she now turned her body completely my way. For long seconds
she stared at me and I could almost read her thought by the changing
expression on her face.
"What are you implying. What do you think did happen."
Her voice was a little trembling and I could even detect the beginning
of tears in her eyes.
"You know exactly what I mean. Let me give you a hint. Your lips were
very swollen when you came back into the house afterward, what does
that imply."
Now there were tears in her eyes and even though she tried to say
something, she was too shaken to talk. Therefore I went on.
"I was watching you from the window of the living room and I saw you
fucking with Mr. Barton."
As soon as she heard this she brought her hands over her face and she
went into a fit of crying. I felt a little sorry for her, but this
didn't prevent my cock from twitching in my pants and soon I had a
huge erection.
She now pressed her face in the fold of her right arm, which she had
thrown against the back of the couch. Never had I heard her crying
such as this.
I let her cry for a couple of minutes and when she gradually calmed
down a little, I once again proceeded to talk to her.
"You were on your knees on the large chair just in front of the window
and he pulled down your panties, the one that I took from the hamper
and hid somewhere. He was standing behind you and he fucked you more
than once."
Once again there was more crying which didn't help my pulsating cock
straining the front of my pants. I knew that the more desperate she
would become, the easier it would be for me to make her cooperate.
"Why...why...did you spy... on me?"
"You are my little sister and it's only right that I keep an eye on
you. When I saw Mr. Barton entering the house not long after his wife
left, I knew that he had something in mind."
"Please, don't tell mo...mother. I won't be able to stand it if you
do."
"That is only part of it, if I do tell, Mr. Barton could be sent to
jail for fucking a minor."
"No, no. Don't say anything, please do this for me."
"You know that I did a lot for you already. Mrs. Barton almost caught
the two of you on Friday evening. Had I not prevented her from
entering the house as I did when she got home, Mr. Barton would
probably be in jail by now. I delayed her just long enough so that you
both had time to put your clothes in order and for Mr. Barton to leave
the house by the back door. Now what are you going to do for me?"
She was still close to crying and I knew that the more scared she was,
the greater would be my chances of success.
"But I don't understand, what you want. I don't have money, what can I
do for you?"
"Well the least you could do is to please me just like you did with
Mr. Barton."
Again it must have taken a couple of seconds for her brain to register
the meaning of what I had just said, but when she finally caught on,
her eyes became wide and even though she opened her mouth to say
something, no sound came out. When she finally recovered from the
initial shock of my demand, she finally began to react.
"But...but you are my brother and I don't love you like I love Mr.
Barton."
"Very well then, you won't be able to see him again when I am through
telling mother what I saw. Furthermore I have proof of what you did,
remember I told you earlier that I had hidden your panties that you
were wearing that evening. The crotch is all coated with Mr. Barton's
spunk and anyone that examine them will be able to see that you had
sex with a man."
I really didn't believe that her panties were a proof of anything
since the spunk coating the crotch was quite dry by now and beside it
didn't prove he was responsible for it. But the important thing was
that Vicky believed that it was a proof of her fucking with him.
Again she began to cry, I knew that the moment of truth had finally
arrived.
I got up and sat next to her, then I placed my right arm around her
shoulders and I pulled her against me as I began to talk in a very
soft voice.
"I don't want to make trouble for you or for Mr. Barton, but you must
understand that after seeing you naked, it did created a need in me. I
don't mind that you fuck with Mr. Barton, in fact I think that he is
fine, but you must help me. After all what is it to you if I fuck you
also, nothing will change between you and Mr. Barton and you don't
even have to tell him. So what do you say."
Her head was now pressing against my stomach as she went on crying and
before she had a chance to answer back, I began to stroke her bared
arm with my hand.
When she first felt my hand on her arm, she tried to pull herself away
from my hand but I continued to insist and she finally let me have my
way.
It was then only a matter of minutes before my hand was over her
breasts and even though I could tell that she wasn't sure exactly how
to react, she didn't protest.
I knew that I had to hurry things up it I wanted to fuck her while my
parent were gone since in a little less than an hour they were going
to be back.
When I undertook to lift her sweater over her bra, she remained very
still, she even curdled her back against me while hiding her face with
her hands. But the important thing is that she didn't interfere with
my eager hands as they began to crawl under her tight bra.
The sensation of her breasts against the palm of my hands was far from
anything that I had expected. Her breasts, even though they were big
for her age, still had that young girl's hardness in them as I could
detect the central hard core within each orange size sphere. Anyone
who has had the chance of fondling a pair of growing breasts knows
exactly what I mean. This was my first experience in fondling a girl's
bosom and I was immediately sold on this new exquisite pleasure.
I pressed and I rolled them for a while, then I began to pay attention
to her nipples, which were now hard and much longer than they had been
at the beginning.
I now needed to see them closer and also to kiss them, but I didn't
know how to begin. After all one doesn't begin kissing his young
sister's body as if it was something ordinary.
She was my sister, a couple of weeks earlier the though of pressing my
lips on any part of her body would have disturb me, now I was dying to
do just than, but I couldn't find the courage to begin. Her left cheek
was resting against my arm which was around her shoulders. I could
detect the wetness of her tears against my arm, and even while I
continued fondling her bosom I could feel her shaking shoulders once
in a while thus indicating that she was still crying.
But my passions got the better of me and soon my lips were pressing
against her forehead, later they moved to her cheek where I could
taste her tears. Even though she didn't cooperated, she neither tried
to stop me, and at last my mouth finally found its way to her lips.
They were wet and trembling, but I didn't let that stop me. I pressed
them harder and I felt her teeth against my mouth, then I can only
recall vaguely what happen next.
My tongue found its way into her mouth and I kissed her for a long
time while fondling her breasts at the same time.
I was half out of my mind with lust. My heart was beating exceedingly
fast while my hands were trembling as I moved them over her breasts.
In spite of this, or should I say because of this, I discovered that I
had courage enough to lower my head to her left breasts and the next
instant I was sucking her nipple between my lips. Now that the ice was
broken I became much bolder and I tried to suck the whole breasts into
my mouth. A feat I finally succeeded to do owing to the fact that they
were not fully grown yet. I must have been hurting her with my teeth,
but she didn't complain, instead she remained very still as I went on
indulging myself.
The last barrier to overcome was the exploration of her cunt. When I
had partly quenched my lust of her developing bosom, I lowered my left
hand toward the hem of her skirt.
I reached underneath and I proceeded to move it higher until I felt
her hands pressing over her skirt and trying to prevent me from moving
higher. But I wasn't going to let her feeble resistance stop me. I
changed the path along which my hand had been moving and I shoved it
in-between her thighs instead.
Her skin was so soft and warm that it set my passions on fire and even
though she tried to close her thighs together, I kept on forcing my
hand higher until I felt the crotch of her panties.
Vicky fought the progress of my exploring hand under her skirt until I
was able to dip a finger into her cunt. After that all of her
resistance stopped and she let me have my way.
I would have liked to suck her cunt for a while or even make her suck
my cock but it was getting late and beside these first touches on a
girls body were having such an effect on me that I was very close to
climaxing in my pants.
I wanted my climax to me within her. As soon as I realized that she
was no longer fighting me, I made her kneel on the couch. She was in
exactly the same position she had taken when Mr. Barton had fucked her
and as soon as her panties were around her knees, I took my eager cock
out of my pants and I rubbed the dripping head all over her bottom.
When I could no longer restrained myself, I aimed it between her cunt
lips and I gave a shove. I felt myself lodged almost all the way
within her.
It took me very little time before I felt the welcome release a the
strongest climax that I had ever felt so far. I could feel the gushes
of my seed inundating her almost virgin passage and even when it was
over, I kept on fucking thus working on my second climax.
I could tell that she was also experiencing a good deal of pleasure by
the way she kept shoving her bottom toward me, just like I had seen
her do with Mr. Barton.
I know that she did climax a couple to times, but I was too involved
enjoying my first fuck to count the number of times that she did.
At last, I once again emptied my load inside her cunt and as soon as I
was done I pulled out and I went into the kitchen while my cock was
dripping glob of spunk all over the carpet. After wiping my now
half-hard organ with a towel, I returned in the living room. Vicky had
pulled her panties back on - she hadn't even bother to wipe her cunt -
and she was in the process of fixing her sweater. As she looked at me,
I was able to tell that she was no longer crying. She then said to me.
"You do promise me now that you won't say a word to mother?"
"No I won't tell her anything. But you will have to be more careful in
the future when you are with Mr. Barton. You almost got caught the
last time. You should go and join him into the warehouse instead of
doing this in the house."
"I can't leave the house. I have to stay inside in case Jimmy should
need me, if he should wake up and if there is nobody in the house he
could get out of his bed and hurt himself."
It must have suddenly occurred to her that the reason that she was
giving me for not going into the warehouse was also an affirmation
that she was willing to keep on fucking with Mr. Barton. When she
became aware that she had replied to my proposal without thinking, her
face became very red.
"I have an idea. Next time you go baby-sitting on Friday, I will go
and replace you in the house. You can join Mr. Barton in the warehouse
and if Mrs. Barton should come early and sees me there, I will just
tell her that you went home for a few minutes and you asked me to take
you place while you were gone."
I could tell that my proposition was interesting her but at the same
time she was not very comfortable talking about such a matter with me.
It took her a while to answered back but at last she replied.
"But Mr. Barton will think that Jimmy is not being watched in the
house and he won't like it."
"But this is the point, you must tell him than I am taking you place
in the house, you must also tell him that I know everything that went
on between you two and that I even want to help you in meting him."
"I can't do that. He might not approve and he could become angry at me
for involving you into our affairs."
"Well think about it, I know it's the best solution, otherwise if you
continue to fuck in his house, his wife is going to catch you both in
the act."
We then heard our parent's car pulling into the driveway so I left my
sister alone in the living room and I went outside for a walk so as to
think things over.
I was now floating on clouds. I had had my first fuck and further more
I knew that from now on Vicky and I were going to fuck very often.
Even though I was very much in need to fuck her again, I didn't try to
initiate sex with my sister for next five days. I could tell she was
very nervous whenever I was around her and furthermore she wasn't
eating much and mother was beginning to notice her lack of appetite as
well as her depressive mood.
Then on Friday just before she got ready to leave for the Barton's
house, I managed to be alone with her for a couple of minutes. I told
her that as soon as I was going to see Mr. Barton's truck arriving, I
was going to replace her so that she could join him in the warehouse.
She didn't answer back, and it was evident that she wasn't completely
sold on the idea.
As expected, I saw Mr. Barton's truck entering the warehouse barely
half an hour after his wife had left the house. Since I didn't want
him to get into the house right away thus spoiling my plan, I went to
the Barton's front door - I didn't want him to see me entering his
house - and without even bothering to knock I entered the house.
When I got into the kitchen, Vicky had her back to me, she was
standing in front of one of the kitchen's windows that gave a view of
the back yard and she was watching so as to see if Mr. Barton was
going to join her inside the house. As soon as she saw me, she brought
her hand to her mouth in surprise. But I could tell that she was not
angry at me.
"Hurry up," I told her, "go into the warehouse before he decides to
come here. It will be much safer there and you won't have to worry
about Jimmy since I will stay here and take your place."
"But what will Mr. Barton say when he sees me? He will think that I
left Jimmy without surveillance."
"Tell him the truth. Tell him that I know everything and that I am
willing to help you."
I could tell that she was trying to make up her mind. But her need to
see him was greater than her fear of his reaction and she finally
opened the back door without saying a word and I saw her running
toward the warehouse at the back of the house.
After five minutes of waiting I knew that Mr. Barton was willing to
accept my aid since he hadn't sent her back into the house. As the
minutes went by my cock became very hard since I knew that at this
very moment they were most probably engaged in the foreplay preceding
their fucking. Until then I didn't know exactly why I was helping her
to fuck with Mr. Barton. Of course I wanted Vicky to be indebted to me
and thus force her to have intercourse with me, but now I realized
that more than anything else I was eager to examine her cunt while it
was still full of Mr. Barton's spunk. Before then it had never occur
to me that my willingness to help her was in part to permit her to get
her cunt full of his juice.
Even while I was having these thoughts, I still couldn't understand
why it thrilled me so much to know that soon I was going to be able to
examine her cunt closely just after she had been fucked. I also knew
that I was going to fuck her cunt while it was still dripping with Mr.
Barton's spunk, and further more, I also could even imagine my mouth
glued to her cunt while it was thus full.
These thoughts were having a strong effect on my cock. It was
pulsating in my pants and never before in my life had I felt so bawdy.
It was scaring me a little to discover than I had acquired this new
taste for a used cunt. I remember my friends making jokes about boys
fucking girls just after they had had sex with someone else and not
having washed their cunt, it was called sloppy second. It occurred to
me that I was now an adept of sloppy second and this was scaring me a
little.
Vicky remained in the warehouse for well over an hour and when she
came back into the house, her face was extremely red - probably
because of Mr. Barton's beard - I also could tell that she was walking
differently probably due to the fact that she had been fucked too
much.
She was very shy when she entered the house and she tried not to look
at me.
"Is Mr. Barton coming into the house?" I asked her.
"No, he has work to finish and he will stay there for a while. At
least until Sandra gets back."
"Then we will have time to have a little fun since she won't be back
for another hour."
"What do you mean, we will have fun?"
"You know, I want to fuck you. It's my turn now. You don't think that
I will let you have all the fun while I stay behind don't you?"
"I thought that you only wanted to help me."
"I do want to help you, but you must also help me."
As I said this I pointed to the tent pole in my pants. I guess that
she hadn't noticed it before but now that I had pointed this out, she
couldn't keep her eyes off the front of my pant.
"You must do something to fix this, how can I go home like that?"
While talking I had gotten closer to her and now she was standing in
front of me. Before she could say anything, I brought my right hand
over her breasts, but she reacted quickly by pushing my hand away.
"Don't, mother could see us through the window and so could anyone
walking in our driveway."
She was right of course. We were both standing in the middle of the
kitchen while the lights were all on and none of the blinds of the
windows were shut.
"Very well, let's go into the living room. All the light are off,
there only the TV on."
"But this is not right. It's like I was cheating on Mr. Barton."
"Better that you cheat on him than his going to jail."
This had the effect of helping her make her mind, at last she said.
"OK but first I have to go to the bathroom."
"No, I want to fuck you the way you are."
I could tell that she was having a problem, she didn't want to tell me
in plain language that she wanted to clean her cunt before letting me
touch her. There was no way for her to know that I was eager to fuck
her cunt the way it was.
"It will just take a minute. I have to clean myself I am soaking wet."
"Good, leave it the way it is, this is exactly how I want it."
I didn't leave her anymore time to argue, instead I seized her by the
hand and we entered into the living room. I guided her to the couch
and I made her lie on her back on it.
As soon as she was stretched, I took the hem of her skirt and I raised
it all the way over her wait even as high as her neck.
When I looked at her panties I was in for a shock. She was wearing a
new pair of white panties that I had never seen before on the
clothesline, but what struck me the most was the soaking crotch. Even
in the dim light from the TV screen I could see the glistering
sogginess between her legs.
I brought my hand above her cunt and slowly I let it descend over the
wet spot between her legs. It felt very slippery and as I slowly
passed my fingers over it, I began to detect a strong fish-like odor,
which I knew was caused by the great quantity of spunk soaking the
material of her panties.
I felt myself being attracted to her leg junction exactly as if a
strong magnet was pulling me. Then before I got down between her
parted legs , I looked at her. She had pulled her skirt over her head
probably wanting to hide her face. She must have felt ashamed of what
she had done and also of what she was letting me do.
My lips moved over her legs and soon I was kissing her knees caps.
Then higher I went until I began to feel the stickiness of Mr. Barton
spunk against my cheeks. Her inner things were still very wet since
some of his juice had been leaking out of her cunt and was coating her
thighs. As soon as I opened my mouth, I stuck my tongue over the wet
patch coating her inner thighs and I felt her legs moving farther
apart as if she was finally giving me her blessing in the task I was
about to perform.
I licked all I could and everywhere I could, even over the material of
her panties still covering her cunt. When there was no more juice to
lick I proceeded to suck against the crotch of her panties.
Yes, now I could tell, Vicky was starting to find pleasure in what I
was doing to her. She was lightly grinding her lower body against my
face while her thighs gently pressed and opened around my head. I
figured that she was now ready for the 'piece de resistance' and with
the thumb of each hand inside the waistband of her panties, I
proceeded to remove her panties. She even assisted me by lifting her
bottom off the couch. I believe that she was as eager as I was for
what she knew was coming.
As soon as her panties were around her ankles, I removed them
completely and on impulsion I shoved them into my pocket so as to keep
them for a trophy.
The sight of her exposed and almost hairless cunt, was a spectacle
that I will remember all my life. Her cunt's lips were all swollen and
red. Through the center, between her half-opened cunt's lips, I could
actually see a glob of white spunk that was slowly oozing out. It took
a lot of willpower from my part to restrain myself since I felt a very
strong urge to glue my lips on her cunt and suck the love juice from
it. Instead I placed the fingers of both hands on each of her lips and
I pulled them further apart.
There was a lot more juice within her vagina, threads of cum could be
seen deeper inside, they were sticking against the wall of her cunt
and as I parted her lips even more, they stretched just like elastic
bands would do.
Her odor was strong and intoxicating, I couldn't even take my eyes
away for a second from the enchanting spectacle.
She had been fucked and fucked well at that, the juicy evidence was
there to prove it.
It was the most indecent sight that I had even seen and yet it was
also the most erotic one and I knew then that I would never appreciate
a clean cunt the same way again. A new passion had been ignited within
me and it was going to take a lot of juice to appease it.
I could no longer restrain myself. My mouth came closer to her cunt as
soon as I moved my body higher between of parted thighs. Vicky was now
as anxious as I was to feel my mouth over her cunt and she opened her
legs even wider. When my head was just a few inches from its goal, the
strong odor of cum and cunt juice assailed me, then it was over and my
mouth plunged smack between her cunt's lips.
I sucked the white blob into my mouth and I rubbed my face all over
her now opened lips. I could feel my face getting extremely slippery
with the juice of her previous fucks. Never, before that day would I
have imagine that I would do such a thing, but now that I had
initiated this new passion, nothing on earth could make me stop. I was
in the process of discovering the elixir of passion between my
sister's legs and we both knew that this was only the beginning of
things to come.
Yes I did fuck her once I had quench my thirst with her juice, and
when we finally stopped, it was close to ten o'clock and Mrs. Barton
was due to be back at any minute.
That Friday was the beginning of a new way of life for both Vicky and
me. After that evening, we no longer waited for Vicky to baby-sit on
Fridays to satisfy our new found passion. Almost daily after that she
did meet Mr. Barton into the warehouse as soon as she would see his
truck pulling into his driveway.
While I kept an eye outside the warehouse so that they wouldn't be
disturbed inside, he would fuck her a couple of times. Later, as soon
as he would come out, half an hour later, I would join her inside the
warehouse and clean her cunt of all traces of her recent fucks with
him.
Well this is my story. What did happen after that you might ask? A lot
of things happened - mostly pleasant - and I could write a couple more
stories on these evens, but let me just say that Vicky and I are still
very close. She is now married but I pay her a visit almost daily,
always after her husband has just left for work in the morning.
The End
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