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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- LAUNDRY ROOM (m-teen/g+, inc, 1st, ped) by MARLIN (Address withheld by Request) *** Little sister gets creative... *** I can't tell you how many times I've asked myself why I was so blessed. How did I end up with three little sisters, each one more beautiful than the next? And of course with each sister, there are the sister's friends. Sounds great, huh? But wait. It gets better. My sisters were as wild and kinky as me. One night was particularly special. If kids exploring their sexuality offends you, stop reading now. My sisters and I were all very close. While there was a spread of six years, we all got along. And so did all their friends. One Saturday night, when I was 13, my 11 and 10-year-old sisters had two friends sleep over. They each got to choose 1 friend. Amy, the older one at 11, invited Terry. Chris, 10, invited Carol. Amy was tall, as tall as me, and thin. She had an awesome butt. Forget the fact that she was only 11. Of course, being thin, she didn't have any tits to speak of. Just those little bumps a 13-year-old brother would pay anything to see. Chris, well, Chris was a 10 year old, nothing more... nothing less. Terry, Amy's friend, was built the same as Amy...gorgeous, too, and very "adventurous". Chris's friend Carol was another story. Not too pretty, but very well developed for a 10 year old. She was also slightly "plump". Strangely, I found her attractive. Whenever there was a sleepover, everyone would spread out in the basement. The basement was divided into two rooms... the "living" area and the laundry room. The wall between the two rooms was a "knotty" wood. In other words, there were quite a few "knots" in the wood that had popped out and left holes. They weren't large holes, but large enough to see through. The important thing was they were not obvious from the living area... unless one was really looking for them. Being a horny 13-year-old, I had my stash of girlie mags... mostly Penthouse. I really liked Penthouse due to the very explicit pictures...close-ups. I had them hidden away in a dresser drawer in the basement that no one ever went into...until that night. In a spate of boredom, Amy started going through the dresser drawers. BUSTED! She didn't say anything to the other girls right away. Apparently though, the mags gave her an idea. After spotting them, she came upstairs where I was relaxing on the couch watching some TV. I liked to watch TV in the dark, and tonight was no different. She liked to wear short little nighties. I tell ya, I went out of my way to get a peek at her in her nightie whenever I could, but due to her modesty, those opportunities were few and far between. That night though, something must have shaken loose in her brain. Bold as could be, she walked over to the couch and sat down next to me, her bare legs touching mine. "I found something in the basement, brother, and I believe they belong to you." I had an idea what she was talking about. She moved closer to me and our contact brought me to full staff. "I have an idea, brother. We're getting kinda bored down there and those magazines of yours gave me an idea. Let's play photographer. I'll pretend I'm looking for something and "accidentally" find your magazines. While the girls are freakin' out lookin' at the pictures, I'll take that old camera down from the shelf in the corner. Terry and Carol are pretty wild and I bet I could get them to pose for me. We'll go through the magazines and I'll tell them they're just as hot as the girls in the pictures. I guaranty you, the way these girls look at themselves in the mirror, I'll have them posing in no time. While I'm "snapping away", I want you spying on us from the laundry room. That big hole in the wall behind the furnace should give you a great view." "I don't know, Amy. This idea of yours sounds pretty crazy. I don't need to get caught and catch hell from mom and dad, not to mention Terry and Carol's parents." Amy had a way of always getting what she wanted, and she proceeded to convince me to go along with her in a very special way. She got up off the couch, turned to face me, and knelt back down on the couch next to me. "You like to look at me, don't you brother?" Amy smiled as she brought her hands to her nipples. "Don't deny it! I catch you looking at my ass all the time. You want to see my ass, don't you? Up close." I couldn't get a word out. I just nodded. Amy turned around and got on her hands and knees. After moving around a little and getting comfortable, she looked back at me. "Take my panties off. I'm going to make sure you don't change your mind about my little game." Turning away, she told me to get started. My hands were shaking before I even touched her. I took a deep breath to steady myself and placed my hands inside the elastic waistband of her panties. As I slowly eased them down her thighs, my tongue moistened the space between her young cheeks. The closer I came to her asshole, the more she pushed back at me. Millimeters away from my sister's puckered hole, I drew back a bit and filled my mouth with saliva. I raised my head so slightly and reestablished contact with my little whore just above that spot where her crack meets her back. With her virginal breath warming my thighs, I emptied my mouth and watched as my saliva slowly followed the path to her slightly quivering butthole. Taking advantage of the moment, I started tracing circles around her little hole...smaller and smaller...until the tip of my finger was at the entrance. The moans of pleasure coming from my little sister's moist lips invited me to proceed. "I really want to get started with my plan, but not quite yet. I love the way you're touching my asshole. It feels soooo good down there. If you want, you can stick it in....in my butt." Before Amy could say another word, my finger was buried. It went in so smoothly, I asked her if she had put "things" in there before. While the darkened room prevented me from seeing her face, her hesitancy answered my question. "I've never told anyone 'cause I thought I was weird or something, but I started putting things in there a few months ago... whenever I masturbate." "What kind of things?" I asked... trying to embarrass her and get her hotter at the same time. "Carrots... candles... whatever's handy. It makes me feel so good that I can only do it when I'm home alone. I scream so loud when I cum with a carrot up my ass, so I think you'd better pull that finger of yours out before I scream and ruin the rest of our night." While her words said one thing, her body said another. As I slowly started to withdraw, she followed me back and clamped down on my finger with her little sphincter. She reached back and brought my free hand to her mouth. One finger at a time, Amy sucked. Her sphincter still milking my finger, she gently guided the moistened fingers of my other hand under her nighty and up to her hardened nipple. Still in control, she guided my fingers around her nipple, mimicking the motion with which I had pleasured her ass. "Amy, I could do this all night, but don't you want to get your plan in motion?" "In a sec'... just one more thing. Reach under the cushion, toward the back, there should be a crayon there." I did as instructed. "Got it?" I grunted affirmatively. "Good. Now, smell it." I drew the length of the crayon slowly past my nose, inhaling deeply. I can only describe the scent as "pure sex". "That's me, you smell my butt." Amy turned over onto her back and squeezed between me and the back of the couch. She brought her hand to her mouth, placed a dollop of her spit on her fingers, drew her knees back to her chest... and covered her asshole with her saliva. "Put the crayon in me, big brother, all the way in." Without hesitation I followed her instructions. "OOOhhhh, good. I love my crayon in there. Push it in a little more, a little more... yeaaaah! OK. Now, reach under the other cushion, there should be a little ball there. Put it in your mouth and get it all wet and taste my "love". I love the taste. Don't you?" (I love little sisters. Don't you?") "I love to play hide and seek with my little ball. Of course, it's not really fair because I always know where it's hiding...my pussy or my asshole. My favorite part of the game is after I find it. That's when I suck on it and fantasize about your tongue on my clit. Now shove it up my ass. OOOHHH. It feels so much better to have someone else do it. The ball keeps the crayon from falling out. I love the way it feels with the crayon and ball up my ass as I walk through the halls at school. Whoops! I just told you my biggest secret. But I know you won't tell. You'll have all you can deal with hiding your hard-on when you see me walking by." Amy then stood up, put her panties back on and leaned over and ran her tongue over my lips, then joined me in a passionate kiss. Nothing a little sister with a ball and crayon up her ass. OK. That did it. I was now at full staff and willing to go along with anything Amy wanted. Her unprecedented display had me spinning. Her plan was to have all the girls come upstairs for some bogus reason. I would then sneak downstairs and take my place behind the furnace. No problem, Amy led and the others followed. With me in place in the back room, the girls came back down. Nonchalantly, Amy opened the drawer with the mags. "Hey, you guys, look what I found. Let's check'em out." After a few minutes of the obligatory giggling, they sat down in a circle and started passing the magazines around. After a few more minutes, they weren't giggling anymore. They all started to "seriously" check out the pics. I couldn't wait to hear what Amy was going to come up with. "I have an idea," Amy said, "Let's play photographer. Terry, Carol, you can be the models, I'll be the photographer and Chris will be my assistant." The girls all looked around at each other for a minute. Terry was the first to speak up. "I guess it might be kinda' cool. Anyway, I didn't know how to tell you guys, but I'm getting some hair down there and... well... I really wanted to show you." Amy had Chris arrange some blankets and pillows on the floor, making sure I would have a good view. Amy took the old camera from the shelf in the corner. "OK, Terry, let's get started. Why don't you take off your nightgown and underpants?" Terry followed Amy's instructions. "Good. Now, lay down over there." Terry laid down on the blankets and spread her legs. "Wow, you do have hair down there. And your tits are really starting to grow." Amy was really working these kids...and I was working something else. "The girls in the pictures always have hard nipples." Amy said. "You know to get them hard, right? You know, rub 'em and squeeze 'em. I do it all the time and it feels really good." (Amy's little toys were starting to have an effect on her, Terry's little display accentuating the experience. Hoping to "stoke the fire", Amy removed her clothes and Chris and Carol followed suit. Terry didn't hesitate. As she worked on her nipples, Chris picked out a pose from the magazine and showed Terry. Amy instructed Terry to copy the pose. Terry laid flat on her back, lowered one knee to the side, and placed her open hand over her newly grown bush. As Amy "snapped" away, I lowered my pants and stepped out of them. I started playing with my balls, careful not to touch my dick. If I had, I would have shot off immediately. And I wanted to make this feeling last as long as possible. Terry mimicked a few more poses as Amy "snapped" away. Feigning the end of the roll of film, Amy turned toward me and leaned over, as if to change the film. As she did, her loose-fitting nightie could not conceal her now erect nipples. She raised her head, looked right at my peephole, brought her hand to her chest and gave a nipple a few slow strokes. In those brief couple of moments, I must have gone over the Dodgers lineup a dozen times. I had to stay in control. Now, it was Carol's turn. Like I said before, Carol's slightly pudgy body was strangely attractive to me. As she rolled around on the floor, I could feel the pre-cum start dripping from the head of my cock. The way she was rubbing herself, I couldn't believe this girl was only 10. Amy just kept her mouth shut and hovered over her, snapping away. And just as well, since Amy was focusing all her thoughts on her moistening pussy and my eyes on her body. Manipulating all three girls to positions in front of her on the floor, Amy bent over, still playing photographer. As if to balance herself, Amy spread her legs apart, giving me a perfect view of her asshole. And all of a sudden, her hole started opening. Out came the ball, then the crayon, landing on the chair behind her. The other girls didn't see this happen. Amy told the girls to do a pose together. They were to close their eyes, as if sleeping. As they assumed the pose, Amy grabbed the crayon and guided it through my peephole... my open mouth on the other side of the wall. The flavor was exquisite. As I adjusted my view to focus on Terry, I couldn't help but notice that her hand was becoming very well acquainted with her pussy. I wasn't the only one to notice either. "Terry, this is getting a little boring.", Amy said to her. "I see that you like to... well... rub yourself. Do you masturbate... like... have orgasms?" "Ummmm, ya! I do." "Well then, let's try something new. Why don't you and Carol lay down next to each other and... like... play with each other." My control was dissolving. I had to start stroking away. But slowly. Terry laid down next to Carol and the two little girls started exploring each other. Slowly at first, and then.... I couldn't believe my eyes. They started kissing. First, on the lips...then Carol worked her way down to Terry's nipples. Amy was still snapping away. As she backed up, claiming to want a better angle, she bent over. Her pussy was now my focus. Amy was getting wet between her legs. She looked back at me briefly and mouthed the words, "pretty soon". Amy didn't want the game to end too soon, so she instructed the young explorers to take a break. "New idea. Terry, have you ever put anything up your pussy? I bet you have." Amy then took a candle from its holder on the wall and handed it to Terry. "You look like you're having a good time and I want you to keep going. Chris, why don't you take over for me? I think I want to sleep upstairs. I don't feel too good." Amy got dressed and headed toward the stairs, which the girls could not see from their perspective. Carol then grabbed her own candle and laid down next to Terry. Chris had assumed the role of photographer. Being "occupied", the girls didn't notice that Amy had not gone upstairs. She had made her way into the back room. By now, Carol and Terry had exchanged "positions", Carol working the candle in and out of Terry's pussy, and vice-versa. I wish there was film in that camera. Although Chris was not very "sexual", all this activity had awakened her "feelings". She put the camera down and positioned her pussy at the other end of Terry's candle, Carol having decided to pleasure herself. Working slowly, Terry and Chris positioned themselves so as to "share" the candle. Having never experienced anything like this, Chris welcomed Terry's help in lubricating her pussy. While three girls shared two candles, a feeling of gratification came over me. In a roundabout way, I had opened up a wonderful new world of pleasure for three beautiful young ladies. As I enjoyed the view, still working my cock as slowly as possible, I detected a warm feeling on the back of my neck. "Shhhhh....it's me, Amy." "Just keep watching the show. I know you must be horny as hell... and so am I." I was totally freaked out now. Here I was, naked, pulling on my prick, and my sister standing behind me. Amy was standing very close to me and I could feel her nightie being pulled over her head. As I felt her warm breath going down my back, I could tell she was taking off her panties. Her warm body was now pressing against me...erect nipples rubbing against my back...her pubescent bush tickling the crack of my ass. She reached around and placed her hand over mine, the hand that was massaging my member. She picked up on the rhythm right away. "I know you are enjoying the show, but I want to give you a private show. Turn around. Please. Do you think I'm pretty? I hope so. Now, just go along with me. I promise I won't tell anybody. This will be our secret." Placing her hands behind my head, she guided my mouth to her nipples. She held me close, pushing her tiny tits into my mouth. I could tell she was enjoying our encounter as the aroma of her sex filled the air, but I had to move this along. I couldn't hold out much longer. Taking the initiative, I picked her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her young legs around me. Her swelling pussy lips were now massaging my dick. "Fuck me, brother. I want it now. I want you inside of me." She then lowered herself onto my dick, stopping at her cherry. Gently urging myself deeper, I knew I had to break through. She wanted it. She needed it. Lifting her up 'til my cock was barely inside of her, I hugged her as tightly as I could, buried my tongue down her throat, and impaled her with my manhood. As I felt what I knew was her virginal blood running over my cock, our tongues danced. With a finger working in and out of her ass, I increased the pace of our motions. Faster... faster... faster... Well, you know how it ends. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 22