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(mfgg, youths, inc, 1st, mast, oral, orgy) *** PART I I stared through the large old fashioned keyhole into my older sister's bedroom as she got dressed for school. She wasn't doing it slowly or even very sensuously, just very matter-of-factly like she did most days that I watched her, but I still found it incredibly exciting. Just the sight of her golden tanned legs, flat stomach, round ass, large breasts and glimpse of her pink, pouting pussy lips were enough to drive me into a frenzy and turn my dick into a tent pole. On certain glorious occasions, she would have to bend over to pick something up when still nude and then I would catch a glance of her ass in all its glory and once I even saw her puckered little anus and was overwhelmed with the desire to push my tongue up it until my face was buried between her cheeks. When she pulled the last of her clothes on, I quickly stood up and walked back into my room. I was surprised this time when I returned to my room, because Susan one, of my younger sisters was in my room watching my television. "Hey, squirt! What are you doing in my room? And who said you could watch my TV?" I yelled. Susan turned to look at me. I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes stared at my erection which was still evident through my jeans. "Mom said I could, cause she's watching news downstairs and I wanted to watch cartoons," she explained. I had sat down on the bed next to her and kind of leaned forward to hide my erection. It was hard being the only boy with three sisters and a mom, with no other brothers or father around the house. My parents were divorced and Mom never brought the men she dated around to the house. And she wouldn't let my older sister bring any boyfriends around either. So 99% of the time I was the only guy in the house. My older sister was Rachel, she was sixteen and miss popular in school. A cheerleader and a straight A student, Mom was so proud of her. I got so sick of hearing, why can't you do as good in school as Rachel and Why don't you have nice friends like Rachel's? Of course my resentment to her didn't stop me from drooling over her body every morning. Susan was 14, but despite already developing a body similar to Susan's she still acted like a kid. Always watching cartoons and sucking on lollipops. She was my favorite sister and the one I got along the best with, despite always barging into my room without being asked. Christa was the youngest, she was the baby and got away with murder. Eleven years old and spoiled rotten. Mom doted on her and Christa used her to get what she wanted. And she never gave up the chance to get me into trouble. She was already tall. As tall as Susan, but had only just begun to develop breasts. And then there was me. A 15 year old boy of average height and build, not too bad looking, but no Brad Pitt, surrounded by girls at home, but unable to meet a single girl outside of the house who seemed even willing to talk to me. So there I sat with my 14 year old sister watching cartoons on my bed, with an erection that showed no signs of abating, when I happened to look over and notice that the skirt Susan was wearing and worked its way up her legs with all her squirming and now revealed the bottoms of her pink panties. My eyes traveled up and down her legs, admiring them, but always they were drawn back to her panties and the outline of her ass beneath the thin summer dress she wore. Susan was totally oblivious to my gaze as she intently watched her cartoons. I laid back onto the bed so that I lay next to her, only I lay on my side facing her, with my head next to her feet while she lay on her stomach with her face cupped in her hands. From my new angle I could look straight up her legs and under her skirt. I had an incredible view of her young shapely ass. Staring at the flesh on her legs, so smooth and tan from all the time she spent playing outdoors, I felt compelled to touch them. Tentatively reaching out my hand, I stroked her pink foot, from the toes to the heel. She flinched and kicked her foot up. "Don't tickle me Tom, you know I hate that," she said not turning from the television. I did it again. This time she didn't say anything, just sighed and kicked her legs further away. This time I ran my hand up her leg from her foot to just behind her knee and tickled her there. She squealed and rolled over laughing. "Don't Tom," she said with mock fear. I did it again, and squealed again, rolling over again. I moved towards her until our bodies pressed tightly against each other and I began tickling her sides. She laughed and squealed, kicking her legs and trying to push me away. "Oh no you don't," I said. "I'm going to get you for watching my television." I spun around and threw my leg over her so I straddled her and began to really tickle her like I used to do when we were both really young. She laughed and squirmed her delicious young body between my legs. Her stomach rubbed directly against my now erect more than ever dick and my hands ran all over her body, across her stomach, down her sides, brushing over her breasts, into her armpits, her neck, and her legs. She laughed so loud and long, tears began pouring out of her eyes, finally when she could barely breathe from laughing, I rolled off of her. Her skirt had completely become hiked up around her waist and I could see her panty covered pussy almost perfectly. The outline of her hair and lips protruded through the fabric. But while I was watching her golden thighs and panties, Susan launched her counter attack and jumped on top of me, and started tickling me. I could have thrown her off with ease, but I was enjoying it immensely. Her lithe little body bounced all over me, rubbing and gyrating right on top of my dick. Her boobs were bouncing all over her chest the erect nipples showing through the fabric and proving that she wasn't wearing a bra. With the sight of my sisters already that morning and the feel of Susan all over me, I shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next, but I was. Suddenly in mid-tickle, my dick lurched, my balls surged and I was cumming like a freight train in my pants. I stopped laughing and grunted, my hips bucked involuntarily and drove my dick against my sisters pelvis. Susan yelped as she felt my hardness press against her and stopped all her tickling. Although it felt like hours, it took only seconds before I stopped cumming. Susan slid off me and I just lay there with my eyes closed, too embarrassed to open them. Susan didn't say anything and finally I opened my eyes. She was staring at a growing wet spot on my crotch through my flimsy shorts. Her eyes were big and round. When she realized I was looking at her, her face grew pink and she looked away. She hopped off the bed and straightened her dress. "I think I'll go downstairs and play now," she said and quickly fled the room. After lying there for a few seconds, I stood up grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and jeans and walked into my bathroom. I stripped off my shorts and underwear. My penis although now flaccid, still seemed to be pulsing and hung down at least five inches. Cum slowly dripped from its tip. I washed up in the sink and bent over to pick up the fresh pair of underwear when the bathroom door opened and my youngest sister Christa walked in. "Mom says to come down to break..." she started to say, but stopped when she saw me half-naked. She took a long look at my dick and I swear she smiled with a glint in her eye, before she ran screaming from the room. "MOM! MOM! Tommy showed me his thing!" Hurriedly throwing my clothes on I ran after. I almost killed myself running down the stairs, but Christa was way ahead of me. I found her in the kitchen with our mom. "...and then he made me look at his thing!" she was saying. "Thomas! What on Earth have you done to this child!" my mother demanded. "Nothing mom, she walked into my bathroom without knocking," I told her. Mom eyed me suspiciously, but turned to Christa. "Is that true?" "Well maybe, but I still saw his thing. It was huge!" Christa said. My face grew red with embarrassment as I realized Rachel and Susan were hearing all this too. "Now that's enough about what your brother's thing looks like." Mom said. "Let's eat breakfast." At the breakfast table I had a hard time meeting anyone's eyes, especially Susan's. At least I knew Rachel would sympathize with me about Christa. She tattled on her more than she did me. Finally it was time for us all to leave for school. As my sisters walked out in front of me I watched each of them with a different emotion. Rachel I watched with desire, Christa with loathing, and Susan with lingering curiosity. It was still only spring, but summer was just around the corner. It promised to be a hot one. PART II I barged into the bedroom by mistake thinking it was the bathroom and was stunned into silence and instantly had 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 spread-eagled 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-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 disappointed 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 babies' got back!', I thought. I stared at her, occasionally catching a glimpse of her in profile, but the room was dark and smoky 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 a lot 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. Valiantly, I ignored it and shook her again. She moaned a little but other than 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 its 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 ejaculated 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 unconscious, 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 its 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 powerful 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. Murmuring 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 occurred 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 again knelt 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, "What'er you doing here?" "C'mon Rache, get up. Cover yourself up, for christs- 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 said and then shook her hard until her eyes semi-focused on mine. "Rache, I have to ask, Were you raped?" "N-no," she said. "I don't think so." "C'mon, let's 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. A lot 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 nuisance 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 friends-list 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 Rachel's 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. Surprised, 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 wouldn'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 panty-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 than 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 gunshot 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 position. "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 quitter, 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 dissolved 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 maneuvered 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-yes," 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 careful 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 convinced her. As I stripped off my cum sodden underwear I pondered on whether or not 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... PART III The next morning I was disturbed by the sound of light tapping on my bedroom door. (For events of the night before, please see SCLWECFE part 2) "What's going on," I mumbled through my hazy alertness. "Who's there?" The door opened and in stepped my oldest sister Rachel looking as gorgeous as ever, wearing only a very short almost transparent nightie, fuzzy slippers, a hair ribbon tied loosely to keep her long blonde hair out of her face, and pale yellow panties which could just be seen under the nightie. "Tom, are you awake?" she asked, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. "Yeah," I said, all traces of haziness gone. She sat down on the edge of my bed and my eyes went straight to her breasts which I could see outlined under the nightie. The nipples erect and pert. I didn't have to worry about her noticing my staring. Her eyes were glued to the floor and she seemed rather embarrassed. "What is it Rache?" I asked. "Tom, um... I mean... well... you know," she stuttered. I sat up in bed, the blanket falling to just below my stomach. I kept it from falling any further since I always slept naked and slipped my arm around her shoulder. "What's the matter? You know you can tell me anything." I said, reveling in the silky feel of the gown and the soft warm flesh of her shoulders. "It's about last night," she said. "Yeah?" "Well, I don't remember everything that happened, but when I woke up this morning and got into the shower..." she couldn't say more. "I know part of what happened. Do you want me to tell you?" I asked. She nodded, risking a glance in my direction and I caught a glimpse of those beautiful baby blues. I told her how I had found her in the bathroom with her clothes somewhat askew and had helped her to dress and brought her home. I of course omitted how first I had pressed my erect dick to her mouth and then ejaculated all over her tits and that it was my dried cum she had found crusted to her breasts in the shower that morning. "But I seem to remember Christa seeing us when we got home. Won't she tell Mom?" Rachel asked. "I wouldn't worry about Christa. I convinced her to not tell anyone." I explained. "How?" "It wasn't easy, but don't worry," I said with more confidence then I felt. "And don't worry about me, I can keep a secret." Rachel raised her face then and looked me full in the eyes. My heart almost stopped and my dick created a tent out of the blankets as I stared at those eyes and those pouting pink lips from which my cum had clung only hours before. "Thanks Tom," she told me. "You're the best." And then she hugged me. Oh god, I almost came right then. If she felt my hard-on at least she had the good taste not to mention and how she couldn't I don't know because it was lodged firmly against her leg. Unless of course she thought I kept a bar of iron in bed with me. I was in heaven. Those great tits were mashed against my bare chest, her arms were wrapped around my naked flesh and my face was buried in that sweet smelling hair. Okay so it only lasted for an instant, but what an instant. And then before I knew it, in a flash of yellow panties and twirling nightie, she was gone. PART IV The girl on my TV screen was gorgeous. She had big tits, a flat stomach, a wide ass, and a succulent pink pussy just dripping with her juices. She was on her hands and knees like a dog before the man who stood over her looking down at her sternly. He too was naked and his dick looked like it was a foot long with a head the size of a baseball. The girl looked up at it and licked her lips in anticipation. "You've been a very bad girl!" the man on the TV screen told the girl. "A very bad girl and you must be punished!" The man sat down on a couch and pulled the girl over to him by the hair. He pulled her roughly, dragging her across the carpet. He forced her between his knees and holding her still by the hair he forced her head back and stared right into her face. The girl grimaced with pain. "You've been such a bad girl you must suck my dick until every last inch of it is inside that pretty mouth of yours and you've drained every last drop of cum from my balls." He told her. "Do you understand?" She nodded, gazing her pretty blue eyes at his enormous organ with what seemed to me to be anticipation and a little fear. "Then get to it," he ordered leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. The girl flipped her hair over to one side like they always do in pornos and brought her mouth to the guys dick. I swear it was longer then her head. She moved her lips to his hairy balls and lightly began to kiss them. The girl began to murmur things in between kisses. "Oh you taste so good. Oh, you've got beautiful balls. So soft. I want to lick them forever," she whispered. The guy just smiled. My balls were twitching just watching her. The girl moved up to the base of his dick and extended her tongue ever so slowly until it's moist tip just grazed his skin and slowly, so slowly traced its way up its length. Moving along the vein that throbbed along it's underside. It seemed to take her minutes to reach the peak. Just before she reached the head, she moved back to the base and licked up the length of its side. Then she licked the other side and the other and then back to the front. Drawing lines of saliva up the sides of his dick faster and faster, like she was licking an popsicle. The guys dick was twitching almost as fast as mine, when unexpectedly on one of her trips up she didn't stop at the head but kept going, drawing circles around the massive purple tip. She let her tongue flick out to the small opening at the peak and then closed her mouth and began to rub his dick all over her face, over her eyes, down the sides of her nose, across her cheeks, lavishing it with kisses when it crossed her lips. Finally, after this luxury she brought her mouth once more to the head and began to slide it into her mouth. Never in a million years did I think she could do it, but her lips stretched and stretched around that enormous cock head. Her mouth looked bloated and her lips were stretched obscenely thin around its edge. Her nostrils flared as they tried to take in enough oxygen and still the guy just lay there totally relaxed with his hands behind his head watching her without even a smile. I was impressed with his stamina. It took everything I had not to shoot all over myself just from watching and this guy didn't look even close to coming while this goddess was giving his dick the ultra-royal treatment. When the head of his dick was all the way into her mouth the girl slowly moved her head down. She got maybe three inches in before she stopped and pulled back up then she moved back down and got four inches, then she slid back up and then back down this time getting five inches. She kept doing this until she had taken what must have been eight inches of man meat, but still she was four inches from taking it all. I couldn't believe she got even that much. On the down stroke you could see her throat swell from his dick. Now while I've never had my dick sucked I could imagine the bliss, even the guy was starting to show some emotion, his face started twitching and his stomach muscles tightened, but he never took his eyes off of the girl and neither did I. After about five minutes of sucking and sliding those gorgeous lips up and down his shaft, she pulled up till just the tip was still in her mouth and took a quick breather. "Now take it all!" the guy commanded. The girl looked up at him in surprise and fear, then she turned and looked at someone off camera, "I can't do it!" she said. "Oh yes you can," the man said and put one hand on the back of her head clutching a handful of blonde hair and holding the shaft of his dick with his other hand, he forced her mouth back down the shaft. He pulled her head back up after the eight inches and then pushed it back down. He kept doing this, moving her head with his hands, while her eyes grew big with fear and pain. Her hands slapped feebly at his legs while she struggled to get air through her nose. Essentially he was masturbating only he was using a woman's mouth instead of his hand. On his next downstroke, he didn't stop and just kept right on pushing her until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He held her there for a couple of seconds. Her air supply must have been completely cut off because her whole neck seemed to swell up with his hugeness. She must have come from a family of sword swallowers. Finally he pulled her head up. "See, you can do it," he told her. "Now finish it on your own." Then he let go of her hair and unbelievably the girl sucked that dick back down faster than I ever would have thought possible. Sinking her face until her bottom lip had practically sucked his balls in and her nose was scratching his stomach. Up and down, up and down. I began moving my hand on my dick in time to her mouth. Finally, the guy grimaced and started to grunt, his hips began bucking up to meet her mouth, and he gasped, "Oh yeah, here it comes!" And just when he and I were about to shoot our loads, I heard a knock at my door and a jiggle of the door handle. Thank god I had thought to lock it. "Hey Tom! Open the door!" It was my sister Susan. Shit! I hit stop on the DVD remote and grabbed a robe. I had to hold my dick flat against my stomach and tie the belt to my robe tight to hold it in place so it wouldn't show. My dick wasn't even close to the guy in the movie but at 8 inches on my 15th birthday, it was no slouch. Double checking that everything was in place, I walked over and unlocked the door. Susan pushed past me and flopped down in my easy chair. "God! I thought you were gonna sleep forever. Mom's watching some stupid news show downstairs and won't let me watch cartoons. What were you watching? I could hear the TV but couldn't tell what it was." She said never stopping for breath. "Nothing," I said. "Just some show." "Oh, then you won't care if I change it then." She scooped up the remote and began flipping channels until she found the cartoon she wanted and began laughing uproariously. Just don't hit play on that remote I thought, as I closed the door. I sat on the bed wrapping the robe around my legs and feeling my unabated dick press into my stomach. A quick insight for those of you who aren't familiar with sister Sue. She's fourteen, about five foot four, tan and muscular legs, shoulder length reddish brown hair that she always keeps in a ponytail, big brown eyes, a big ass, and a set of knockers that were just unbelievable. I don't know a lot about sizes but she must be at least a 34D. Unlike my two other sisters who take after my mom who probably and this is just a guess is probably a 36b or c. Of course Christa my 11 year old sister has barely begun to develop but she's tall, slim, and blonde like Rachel and Mom. Sue isn't fat, just curvy. She looks more like what pictures I've seen of my dad and what I look like. Shorter, darker hair. One other thing about Sue, she's one of the biggest tomboys I know. She refuses to grow up, hates wearing her bra. Mom has to drag her into it on schooldays and it'd take a crowbar to make her wear it on weekends so Mom usually lets it go unless we're going somewhere. She loves cartoons, playing outside, and sucking on lollipops. She hates boys, won't have anything to do with them except me. She likes me. We're closer to each other then we are to anyone else in the family. Maybe the whole world. She's the one sister I can live with, anyway you get the picture. So while I was disappointed and still ragingly horny from getting interrupted, I didn't really mind her barging into my room. I had forgotten it was Saturday. Sue always comes to my room on Saturday to watch cartoons. A few years ago on a cold morning like this one I might have invited her into my bed to stay warm and watch TV, but lately I couldn't help but notice her body and the way she smelled. A couple of weeks ago as some of you may recall we got into a tickling match and I came right in my jeans. I don't know if Sue knew exactly what had happened, but she knew something and we didn't talk about it. During a commercial break, she turned to me. I could see that she was cold, she had her knees pressed against her breasts and her arms wrapped around her legs. This gave me a great view of her panty clad ass. I don't think I mentioned it but all she was wearing was an old jersey of mine that I had given her which only came down to mid thigh and in which she slept and a pair of thick white socks that only just came up past her ankles. And of course the panties. They were white with pictures of Tweety-Bird all over them. While she had been watching the commercials, I had been watching her. "Hey, I'm cold," she said. "Toss me a blanket or something." "What do you think this is a hotel or something," I said. "All I've got is what's on the bed and I'm not messing that up for you." "Oh yeah, like you care if your bed's a mess." I straightened my back and turned my nose into the air looking away from her. "My room is immaculate, thank you very much," I said jokingly. "Well then let me wear you bathrobe," she said. My head jerked back around. "I'm wearing it," I said. "I can see that Brainiac, take it off and let me wear it. Come on Tom I'm freezing." "You don't get it! This is all I'm wearing," I explained. "Hey, I've seen what you've got you know," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "We used to take bathes together all the time." "That was eight years ago!" "So, didja grow something different? I don't care about your thingy, I'm just cold!" she whined. "Well I care about my 'thingy' and you're not getting my robe." "Listen Mr. Modesty, if you're so worried about me seeing you naked, then slide under the covers and take off the robe okay?" The idea was exciting. To lie there totally naked with just a sheet and a couple blankets between me and my sister, but carefully I controlled my desire. "Okay, if you're going to keep whining about it," I said. She was all smiles. From under the blankets, I untied the robe, carefully making a hill of the blankets so that she wouldn't see the tent pole my dick had turned into poking its way up, slipped the robe off and tossed it to her. My bare chest was now exposed as the blankets only came up to my stomach. And as I said before, I'm no Brad Pitt, but I ain't half bad either. "Thanks Tom, you're the best brother I've got," Sue said as she snuggled under my robe. "Yeah, I'm the only brother you've got!" She giggled and went back to her cartoons. It was then that I got a great idea. Sue usually watched cartoons until noon and that was over two hours away, no one hardly ever disturbed us during that time and so we'd be alone. My idea was to pretend to drift off to sleep again and superstitiously 'kick' the blankets off until my dick was exposed to her young eyes. Just to see what her reaction would be. Gradually I let my eyes start closing and blinking longer, I started delaying my responses to her and I stopped reacting to the television. Finally I closed my eyes entirely and started to breath evenly. Then I waited for the next cartoon to end. During the commercial Sue started to say something but then stopped in mid-sentence. She must have noticed. I waited for a few more minutes before I rolled onto my side and let my leg stick out from under the covers. Then after a few more minutes of anticipation and worry(What if she ran screaming from the room like Christa had at my nakedness when she had barged into my bathroom?)I rolled back over taking the covers with my leg but holding onto the top of the blankets with my hand so that my chest stayed covered, while everything below the waist just seemed (I hoped) to be naturally uncovered. The cool air hit my dick and it weakened just a little but the thought of a girl(my sister!) staring at it for the first time made it strengthen and regain its full erection. It wasn't until another commercial break that I heard a reaction. "Oh," Sue said quietly. Nothing happened for a couple seconds. I could imagine her staring at me with I hoped awe. "Tom?" she said. "Tom? Are you awake?" I kept breathing, trying not to pant. The cold air and my nervousness were starting to affect my erection. It was wilting. As it drooped I heard another "oh" from my sister. Then I heard what I had been hoping for all along. I heard her stand up from her chair and walk towards the bed. It took everything I had to control myself when unexpectedly I heard her voice hiss into my ear. "Tom, are you awake?" I let my face twitch a little but then kept right on breathing steadily. I felt her put her weight on the edge of the bed but I couldn't tell which way she was facing so I didn't dare look. Then I felt the blankets being dragged across my legs. Oh no! She was covering me up! Damn! Was that it!?! But then the blankets stopped and I felt her cool hand on my leg just above my knee. I tried to relax and found it was getting quite easy to breathe deeply. Slowly I could feel her hand slide up my leg until she reached my hip. It was then that I realized I could hear her breathing too. It was sharp and ragged. Finally, when I could stand it no more, her hand slipped out and I felt her finger jab the head of my dick. It bobbed back and forth like a cat toy and I heard her suppress a giggle. When it slowed down, she did it again. This time the giggle was louder and ended abruptly. She must have realized it was too loud. Not sure how to act now, l let my legs shift just a little and murmured something. I could feel her stiffen and felt the blanket move further across my legs but when I stopped she stopped and I could hear her let out her breath. It didn't take long for her hand to reach back out to my dick. This time she put her fingers on my balls and drew them lightly across. It felt great and my dick twitched. She must have liked that because she did it again and my dick obliged by twitching again. After the video, my stroking, and now Sue's attention, I was almost ready to pop, but even I needed a little more direct stimulation then what she was doing. If only she'd wrap that little hand around it and just stroke it maybe three or four times. That would be all that I'd need. I tried twitching my dick on my own a couple of times. She pressed her hand against its shaft but didn't hold it. I twitched it again. She giggled. Oh come on baby, I thought, just wrap that hand and squeeze. I tried twitching some more. But suddenly I heard her laughing and I thought the game was up, but I could hear laughter from the TV so she must have been watching the TV again. Damn! I stopped twitching and inwardly sighed. But then just when I thought she'd given up, I felt exactly what I'd wanted as she wrapped her little fingers around my dick. She began to gently squeeze in a rhythmic sort of way and I fought to control a groan. Oh god, I was close now. Then I felt her other hand encompass the head and squeeze that. It felt like she was trying to encase my dick in her two hands. My breathing came faster but I couldn't control it, every muscle on my body suddenly tensed. And then... And then... After what felt like an incredibly long tense moment, she ran her hand up the length of my dick three times in rapid succession and I began shooting my cum. She gave a loud high-pitched yelp and released my dick, but it no longer mattered, I was cumming in gallons, my dick was twitching and jerking, my cum was splattering onto my stomach and finally began oozing out of the top. It took everything I had to keep my eyes closed. And just when I thought I'd cum all I could, I felt her hand again on my dick. Her fingers squelching on my cum and then gently she squeezed and started jerking me again. A last couple dribbles came shooting out. All those tense muscles had now relaxed and my body felt drunk with pleasure. I thought it couldn't get any better, but then I felt a hand wander down my now rapidly decreasing cock and actually touch the pool of cum on my stomach. It occurred to me that although I felt it was over, Sue apparently didn't realize it. Slowly she traced her finger in circles through my hot cum, smearing it a little. I think that I might just have gotten hard and done it all over again, but just then Mom yelled Susan's name and with a quick jerk the blankets were pulled over my body and Sue slipped out of my room and I heard her say, "SSSHHH, Mom. Tom's still sleeping." "Well, then don't wake him. I was just going to say that I was done watching TV and you can watch cartoons down here," Mom said. "But Mom, I like watching them up here!" "Now do what I tell you young lady! And get down here!" Mom said in her 'not to be refused' voice. I heard Sue's grumbling voice all the way down the stairs. My body now satiated and my mind unable to believe what had just happened, a great sleepiness overtook me and I went back to sleep. I didn't dream though, right now nothing my subconscious could come up with even came close to what had just happened. I had the feeling or the hope at least, that this would become the case more and more often in the very near future. It was time to put my next plan into action... PART V I had now experienced some minor sexual encounters with all of my sisters, but had yet to actually fuck any of them. How I could get Rachel, the 16 year old miss popular cheerleader, to fuck me, I couldn't figure. Susan, the 14 year old tom boy, was a different matter, she had already shown some sexual curiosity towards me, but how to make the leap to actual intercourse again puzzled me. That left only Christa, the 11 year old tattle-tale brat, who was already as tall as Rachel and just beginning to develop a body along similar lines. A body both slim and graceful. My previous encounter with her was the only encounter I had yet had where we were both conscious of the other's behavior. My earlier encounter with Rachel had been when she was passed out drunk and Susan had fondled me while she thought I had been asleep, but Christa I had stripped of her panties and given her a solid spanking when I thought she was going to tell on me to mother. What had surprised me the most wasn't that I had enjoyed the spanking so much, but that Christa hadn't told anyone about it and had gone to apparently great pains not to reveal her naked, bruised ass to anyone. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Tom the 15 year old only son of a divorced couple. I live with my mother and 3 sisters. I'm average height and build, but not too bad looking. To all outsiders I appear to be a clean cut all American boy, but on the inside I'm a boiling cauldron of sexual desire and my sisters are the objects of my desires. The opportunity I had been waiting for came along one Monday morning when school was cancelled due to snow. My mother still went to work of course. Rachel went over to her boyfriend's house and Susan went outside to play with some neighborhood kids, mostly boys and mostly younger than her. That left Christa and myself alone in the house. My dick grew hard just thinking about it. I crept to just outside her door and dropped to my knees peering through the large keyhole. What I saw amazed me and made me realize that my task should be easier then I had thought. Christa stood by her bed wearing only a lacey nightgown that came to just below her ass, when she bent just a little the nightie rode up and I could see her pink little ass cheeks, now devoid of any of the bruises from my previous visit to her room. Sitting on the bed was several of Christa's dolls and teddy bears and it appeared that she was scolding them. "You've all been very bad!" she said, wagging her finger at them. "You must be punished!" Swiftly she turned the dolls and bears onto their tummies and began spanking them. The lewd little smile and the glint in her eyes made me realize that I wasn't the only one who still thought back to that night I'd visited her room. Christa was really getting into swatting her bears, her hand was only a blur and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on her upper lip. Finally, when she could stand it no more, she flung herself down on the bed next to the bears, pulled her nightie up to expose her pussy, which I could see was flushed and red, and began rubbing herself. I was surprised to see the sprouting of fine blonde hair surrounding her pussy and even more surprised to see little Christa masturbating. Without hesitation, I stood up, opened her door and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind me. Christa sat up, pulling her nightie down to cover herself and looking at me with indignation. "Get outta my room!" she yelled at me. "I'll tell Mom." "No you won't," I said quietly. "If you do, you'll get more of what I gave you last time." "You wouldn't dare!" she said, but I caught a glint in her eye. "I saw what you were doing," I said. "I saw you touching yourself." "I was itchy, I was just scratching. I didn't do anything," she explained. I walked across the room and stood in front of her. "Well, if you were itchy, let me scratch it for you." "NO! Go away," she ordered. "I'll scream!" "Remember what happened last time you screamed? How's your ass doing? I'm sure I could find that ping-pong paddle again." She didn't scream. "What do you want, Tom? Why don't you go away," she pouted. "I was just playing." "And I want to play with you," I explained. "If you let me play, you just might enjoy it." "I know what you want to do. I'm not stupid. I may be young, but I know. Mommy told me all about it." "What did Mommy tell you? Did she tell you about fucking?" I asked. "OH! I'm telling mom! You said a bad word!" "Sex? Is that what Mom calls it?" I asked. "Y-yes." "What did she say happens?" Christa looked at the floor. I could tell I was making her nervous, so I backed up and sat in a chair a few feet away. "She says that when a man and a woman want to make a baby, that they... you know...that they have sex," Christa explained. "Just how do they have sex?" "Well, the man has a thingie..." "You mean like my thingie, the one you saw in the bathroom that one time?" Christa nodded. "And what does the girl have?" "She has a vagina," Christa said. "Is that what you were scratching? Your vagina?" Christa nodded again. "Can I see it?" I asked. Christa looked up, startled. "NO!" she yelled. I stood back up and walked over to her. I towered over her while she was sitting although in reality I was only an inch taller than her. "Christa, show my your vagina!" I ordered. She shook her head. "Alright," I said. "You asked for it." I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her hard back onto the bed. Her little nightie rode up over her bellybutton. Little Christa's pussy was bared before my eyes. It's lips were pink and the inner ones peeked through the outer due to Christa's attentions. I could see the hair there more clearly now. Fine and blonde but more there then I had thought. I reached my hand out and ran a finger down it's center. Christa shivered. "See, I only want to scratch it too," I said. "No!" Christa yelled and rolled over on the bed exposing her ass to me. "Okay Christa, I can see you're going to have to be persuaded." I sat next to her on the bed and leaned across her back, pinning her to the bed. she started kicking and squealing. With my free right hand, I slapped her right ass cheek, hard. She didn't stop so I brought it down again and again. Raining blows on her ass, I varied the cheeks until once again her entire ass was red and throbbing. Her kicking subsided and her squeals started turning to groans. Unexpectedly, I rose up off of her and rolled her over. Her pussy lips were gaping now and moist. Christa's face was flushed and her eyes dilated. She stared up at me silently, expectantly. I knelt by the bedside between her feet and grabbing her legs, I pulled her towards me until her virginal young pussy was inches from my face. Oh, how I had waited for this moment! Face to face with my first pussy! It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, so pink and fresh, so delicate! Gingerly, reverently, I brought my mouth to its lips and kissed it ever so gently. A small sigh escaped Christa's throat. I kissed it again, enjoying the salty, musky flavor and scent. On the next kiss, I extended my tongue and licked. Christa squealed. I licked it again...and again...and again. The taste, the smell, the sight, and the feel all contriving to drive me wild. I moved my mouth higher, my tongue parting the folds of her skin until her tiny little clit popped out. I nuzzled it with my lips and Christa shuddered. I nibbled at it and she gasped, I began lapping at it and she began thrashing and groaning. A sudden deluge of juices on my tongue, suddenly made me realize I had just brought a woman to orgasm for the first time. While Christa lay in a lethargic stupor, I stood up and stripped off my clothes. I lay down on the bed next to her and rested my hand on her pussy. A fresh round of shudders ran through her body. I leaned my face forward and kissed her pink lips. Christa's eyes snapped open. Reason returned to her mind. She noticed my naked chest and her eyes ran down my body. Her gaze lingered at my dick which was pressing into her side. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice scared. She was in over her head, lead there by her burgeoning sexual desires. "I'm going to fuck you," I said very calmly and leaned over to kiss her again. "W-what?" she whispered when I pulled my mouth off of hers." "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it," I said. "You'll feel even better then what you did just a second ago." She didn't look as though she believed me. "C'mon," I said. "Move up so your head is on the pillow." In a stupor, she obeyed. He eyes constantly straying to my dick. I kicked all her bears off to the side and crawled between her legs so that my head was above hers and my chest above her chest, my dick poised above her pussy. "Take your nightie off," I ordered. She obeyed, slipping it over head, revealing the swell of two small, but promising young breasts. My dick twitched and mind reeled at the thought that I was about to rape my youngest sister. My dick didn't care and I found myself moving down on top of her. Using my right hand I guided my dick to the entrance of her pussy. When the tip of my dick made contact with that soft flesh I almost came right there. Christa was staring down at my dick also. Her face instead of looking scared, merely looked wondrous. Somehow, something, maybe my spanking weeks ago had awoken something sexual in my youngest sister. Maybe it was my ego talking, but somehow I knew that Christa wanted this too. Pushing forward, my dick sank an inch into her tight virgin pussy. God it was tight. I would be fighting to hold back my orgasm every step of the way. I pushed forward another inch. And then I pushed again and my dick slipped in all the way. It felt so wondrously good that it took my fevered brain a minute to realize that she wasn't a virgin. But my mind didn't linger on the fact. I pulled my dick back and began pumping it in and out. I could only do it slowly, her pussy walls clasped and clung to my dick every inch of the way. It was incredible, unreal and fantastic. I opened my eyes and found myself face to face with Christa. My body was resting on hers. Her nipples pointing into my chest, our stomachs rubbing together. Her expression was neutral, her eyes closed. Staring at her beautiful face, and feeling her body, plus the fantastic massage her pussy was giving my dick, made something savage in me come out. I began to slam into her, thrusting in and out with wild abandonment. Christa's expression changed, her face tightened in a grimace and her lips twitched, her mouth came open and she began panting. Her body started rising to meet mine. My balls slapped against her ass. She began moaning, her hands clawing at my back. The harder I thrust, the more she moaned and panted. I felt like a piston, or an oil well, pumping and thrusting. Her pussy was slurping and pulling on my dick. Christa wrapped her legs around my back, her fingers scratching my sides. Suddenly her body stiffened and she began screaming, and thrashing her head back and forth. "Oh god! Mommy! Mommy!" she began screaming. Panicking that someone might hear, I thrust my mouth down on top hers, smothering her mouth with mine. Christa responded by sucking my tongue into her mouth and trying to wrap her tongue around mine. Her hips became a bucking bronco, I could feel the muscles in her pussy walls clenching and unclenching as she came. I could take it no longer. My orgasm hit her like a freight train. I thought it would never stop. My entire body, spasming, twitching in the most powerful ejaculation I'd ever felt. Stars shot before my eyes, my ears roared with the sound of the ocean and I felt something sharp bite into my shoulder. Vaguely I was aware it Christa, clinging to my shoulder with her teeth. When it ended, I collapsed on top of her. Both of us sweating and clinging to each other. Finally I rolled off and she curled up next to me, her head on my chest. I couldn't believe it. My virginity was gone! To my sister! The thought of virginity brought something back to me. Christa hadn't been a virgin. "You weren't a virgin," I said, weakly, my voice temporarily deserting me. "What?" she asked, looking up at me with glazed eyes. "When we had sex, there should have been a barrier in your puss..your vagina," I explained. Unexpectedly she began giggling. "Oh that. I broke that when I was eight," she said. "What?!" "Remember that day I made mom let me ride your bike? Well I hit a curb and fell on that bar. I ran crying to mom because I was bleeding. She took me to the doctor and I heard him tell mom I wasn't a virgin anymore." "AAAAhhhh," I said. Suddenly Christa sat up and looked seriously at me. "Tom, I won't get pregnant will I?" "Don't be silly! You'd have to have had your period first," I explained. "But I started that two months ago!" PART VI It took a week and a half for us to find out that Christa wasn't pregnant. How did I know the eleven year old had started her period? I mean sisters don't just run up and volunteer that kind of information to their big brothers. Would that have stopped me from fucking her? Probably not. During the week and a half while we waited Christa fell back into her old ways of ignoring me and being the spoiled little sister. Which I suppose was good because if she'd suddenly started acting like she liked me then Mom and my other sisters would have gotten suspicious. Rachel on the other hand had become very friendly. And having my 16 year old, beautiful sister, one of the most popular girls in school suddenly treating me like I was the best thing since sliced bread was more than a small consolation to being snubbed by Christa. The funny thing was that once Rachel approved of me and began talking to me at school and introducing me to her friends, I suddenly found a whole crowd of girls who were willing to go out with me. The irony being that I no longer found any girl attractive other then my sisters. I had become obsessed with them. But I couldn't yet find a way to convert Rachel's new found warmth into sexual heat. Apart from the brief but enjoyable hugs she would now spontaneously give me, physical contact was zero. As for Susan, the tom-boyish 14 year old with the inquisitive hands, I had higher hopes. But I had more than that, I had a plan. It was the Saturday after Susan had jacked me off while she thought I was asleep, that I put my plan into action. This was still during the time that I wasn't sure about Christa's pregnancy and knew that I'd have to be more careful. Around 8 o'clock on Saturday morning, as regular as clockwork, Susan burst into my bedroom to watch cartoons. It was a ritual we'd been following since she was six and I was seven. I lay on my bed, not having gotten up yet, naked below my covers. Susan was wearing one of my old t-shirts that came to just below her ass. It would have been longer but her large breasts held it up and stretched it out in ways I never could have. The only other thing she wore was a pair of wooly socks. She flung herself into the old armchair and demanded I give her the remote control, lazily I tossed it across to her. The ironic thing about Susan was that she acted like this little kid, kind of tom boyish and always running around with the younger neighbor kids climbing trees and getting in snowball fights, while her 14 year old body had already developed into a shape that many full grown women envied. Only 5' 3", her breasts were probably 36C's and her hips were curvy and all woman. Instead of enjoying her body though, she almost seemed to resent it. Up until I felt her cool hands exploring my body last week, I figured she never had a sexual thought in her head. Now I knew better. "Keep the noise down will ya Squirt," I told her. "I might go back to sleep." "Okay," she said. "I'll turn down." After a few minutes I drifted back into my phony sleep routine. It didn't take long for her to move. I couldn't be sure without looking but I could have sworn I heard her get up and lock the door. Then, I heard nothing until she started whispering my name from only a few feet away. When I didn't respond, she moved closer and I felt something move under the covers. Then I felt her hand on the naked flesh of my leg. Her hand wasn't cool this time it was clammy and trembling. Slowly she dragged her hand up until it rested amongst my pubic hairs just above my dick. Then with a kind of now or never swiftness she placed her palm on top of my dick and wrapped her fingers around it. My dick responded immediately by twitching and growing. A small gasp escaped Susan's mouth as she felt it come alive. Her other hand slipped under the cover's also and soon it was cupping my balls. My fourteen year old sister was now holding my entire manhood in her hands although my dick was now extending out the top of her fist and still growing. Soon feeling wasn't enough for her and I felt a cold draft as the blankets were pushed back. The cool air didn't affect my now raging hard-on though as the thought that Sue was now gazing at my dick made it flare to its full size. I decided to act. It wouldn't be force like with Christa and it wouldn't be blackmail like I hoped to do with Rachel. Susan had always been a lot like me and I figured her natural curiosity and willingness to go along with anything I suggested would see me through this encounter. I opened my eyes. Susan's hands were now busy and the sight(not to mention the feel) of one hand stroking my dick, and the other tickling my balls almost made me come right there, but it was the sight of her intent face, staring so greedily at my dick and the nipples poking so tautly against the t-shirt that really almost set me off. So intent was she on the pulsing organ before her that Susan never even noticed I was watching her. Only when her hands began to slow down and I whispered, "Don't stop." Did she look up at my face. Her face grew beet red and she dropped her eyes. She meant to pull her hands away, but I clasped them with mine and held them in place. "It's okay," I said. "I like it." "I was just... I don't know... curious," she stammered. "I'd never seen one so big before." That surprised me. "So big? You mean you've seen others?" She looked back up at me. "You can't tell anyone! Do you promise!" "I promise," I said, letting go of her hands and sitting up in bed. "Why don't you sit up here next to me and tell me," I suggested, sliding over to make room for her on the bed. Susan slipped under the covers and I pressed against her, putting my arm around her shoulders. "Well once last summer I was playing with Bobby and some friends of his and we were up in his tree fort and some of them started pissing out the window," she said. Bobby was the twelve year old from next door. I'd seen him leering at my sisters. He was always the first one to ask if Susan could come out and play. "Bobby asked me if I could do it. And I said of course not and he said why not? I said, cause I don't have a pee-pee! All the boys laughed when I said that except little Timmy he's only six. He asked what did I have? And Bobby said why don't I show them. He said they'd all show me theirs and he dropped his pants and pulled his underwear down around his ankles. "Then all of them did the same thing so I was standing there surrounded by a bunch of boys from six to twelve waving their pee-pee's at me. None of them were very big although I didn't know it until I saw yours. Then Bobby said it was my turn. I was kinda scared but at the same time I was kinda excited. I could feel some fluttering low down in my stomach and I thought I had to pee, but I didn't. "So I unzipped my shorts and for some reason I didn't just drop them but I took them all the way off. Some of the boys especially Bobby's little pee-pee's started getting hard and standing up. I'd never seen anything like it so I asked Bobby if it was okay. All the boys laughed at that too. Bobby said it was supposed to do that and I should hurry up and take my panties off. So I slid them down and I took those off too. All the boys got real quiet then and stared at my... at my cunny. "Little Timmy he walked right up to me, his little tiny pee-pee as hard as the rest of them and asked if he could touch it. I think I was as excited as they were. It felt really hot between my legs. Bobby he said that if Timmy touched it we all got to. I don't know what made me do it, but I nodded and said okay. Timmy he stuck out his little hand and just ran it through my hair down there and then pulled his hand away quick like it might bite him. Then one by one they walked up to me and touched my down there. Some just barely and quick and some of them ran their fingers down the whole length of my cunny. "Bobby went last and by the time he got to me I could feel something leaking out of me and I felt hot and flushed. Bobby put his hand on me and he could feel me opening up a little down there and wiggled one of his fingers right inside of me and then the strangest thing happened. I felt all weak and gushy inside and it felt like fireworks went off inside of me. I had to hold on to Bobby to keep myself from falling. "I must have made some noise because some of the boys looked worried and even Bobby asked if I was okay. I nodded. I'd never felt anything like that before. Then Bobby said since we got to touch you, you get to touch us. So one by one they walked in front of me and I stroked their little things. "Most of them were shy and would only let me touch them for a second, but Bobby he wasn't shy, he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his 4 inch thing and told me to move my hand up and down. In a couple of seconds some white stuff started leaking out of it and onto my hands. And then he was the one who had to hold onto me to stand up. Just then his mom started yelling to him to come in for dinner and we all scrambled back into our pants. Bobby told everybody we were part of a secret club and that we couldn't tell anyone what we'd done." All the while Susan had told me this story my erection had throbbed. The thought of her showing herself to all those boys made me excited but at the same time, jealous. She was my sister, not theirs. "Is that why you were playing with me? Because it was so big?" I asked. "Yeah, it's huge! Lots bigger than theirs. I was just curious. I wanted to see it squirt it's white stuff," she explained. "I thought you'd seen enough of that last week?" She looked up at me startled. "You know about that?" "I was awake through the whole thing and loving every minute of it," I said. "So it does feel good when you get touched down there?" "Of course," I said. "Don't you know about sex?" "Only what mom told me and she said you weren't supposed to enjoy it." "Well, she's wrong then because I do enjoy and so do you." "How do you know?" Susan asked. "What do you think happened to you in the tree house? When you got weak and felt gushy. You were orgasming. Didn't it feel good?" She closed her eyes with the memory. "Better than anything." "What would you do if I said I could make you feel that way again?" I asked. "Really? You could do that?!?" she asked excitedly. "Will you let me?" I asked. "Sure!" "Okay, but first I think you'd better finish me. It's only fair after what you started," I told her. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Look," I said, pulling the blankets off us to show her my raging hard-on. "What do I do?" she asked. "Just like last week. Rub your hands up and down it." Excitedly she scooted down in the bed until she was sitting next to my dick facing me. She reached her hands out until they were in their former places. One on my dick the other on my balls. Gently she began to stroke me off. I leant back and moaned with pleasure. "God that feels good," I said. Susan giggled. After a few minutes of her golden touch I was boiling close to an orgasm. A thought occurred to me. "Susan would you kiss my pee-pee?" I asked. "What?" "Kiss the tip of it," I said. Susan looked at me strangely, shrugged and said, "Okay." I watched as she lowered her head to my dick. Her hair back in a pony tail I could see her clearly. She puckered her full lips and planted a kiss right on the tip. With the pressure on my balls, the warmth of her hand wrapped firmly around my shaft, the feel of her breath across my dick and he soft luscious lips on the tip. I began orgasming. Cum began shooting out of me. Susan was caught unawares and was blasted right across the face with a gob of my cum. She snapped her head back in surprise and I watched as my own gooey cum dripped down her cheek. "Keep stroking," I said. "Don't stop!" Obediently, Susan resumed her stroking as my cum began flying around and all over her. Some landed on her shirt, some on her arm, and even a particularly wild blast, landed in her hair and finally and large mass of it oozed out my dick and drenched her hand. All the time I was moaning and grunting, my body spasming and unspasming. Those fireworks Susan had mentioned, now igniting in me. After what felt like forever, I stopped cumming and felt something warm and soft wiping my dick. I looked down and saw that Susan had removed her shirt and was wiping all of my errant cum from herself and me. It felt so delicious that I sent out another gob for her to clean. "Doesn't it ever stop?" she asked. I laughed. "Oh god that felt terrific!" "Did I really do it good?" she asked innocently. "You're the best!" "Will you make me feel that good?" "I'll certainly try!" I said. "Let's trade places." As we switched around in the bed my eyes were caught and transfixed by Susan's now exposed breasts. Even larger then I'd thought, I gazed lovingly at the full globes, the pink nipples pointing up perkily. "You've got beautiful breasts," I said. "They're too big! They get in the way!" she said. "They won't today. Just lie back and relax," I said. Susan shut her eyes as I leant forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked gently on it while I flicked it with my tongue. Susan gasped. I lovingly stroked her breast with my tongue, my hands cupping them. I lavished each gorgeous nipple with kisses, licks, and nuzzling. I could have spent an hour just worshiping each of those magnificent mounds of womanhood. Susan was soon writhing and squirming under my touch. I had to admonish her to quiet down or someone might hear us. "But that feels so good!" she said. "I'm getting wet down there." It was true, I pulled back and could see a large wet patch in the crotch of her panties. "Well we'd better take those off then huh?" I grabbed the waistband and pulled as Susan lifted her ass off of the bed. She pulled her knees to her chest so I could slip them off her ankles, but so transfixed was I at the way this spread her pussy lips and exposed her stunning ass that she had to pull them off herself. Like a dog on a bone I then pounced at the dripping pink pussy. Susan's pussy was much different from Christa's. The biggest difference of course being the amount of hair. In contrast to Christa's light scattering of blonde, Susan's was covered in a thick mat of reddish brown curls. Her pussy lips were much larger and more pronounced. The curled open now invitingly. Her clit also was longer and more pronounced. I brought my face slowly to those lips and planted a long kiss. Susan shuddered in delight. Her scent too was different. Stronger, more musky, but still heavenly. I extended my tongue and began lapping at her cunt. Drinking up her juices like a dog at a bowl of water. I moved up to clit, whipping it with my tongue and driving Sue into a fevered frenzy. She brought her hands to the back of my head and her heels to my back. She began bucking her hips up into my face, her hands forcing my head down, she was fucking my face. Her thrusts became more wild and I could barely breath, my entire face rubbing her cunt, my nose brushing her clit, my tongue plunged into her depths, her cunt juice running down my chin. Her entire body moving off the mattress, she thrashed violently until suddenly she let out a load moan and holding my head even tighter, she started calling out my name, "Tom, oh Tom! Oh Tom!" Terrified that someone would hear my left hand groped upward to cover her mouth. My fingers grasping at her lips, she sucked them in, practically gobbling down my fingers, she continued to toss and turn, thrusting her ass off the bed, grinding it into my face until finally after one last long moan through my fingers, her body collapsed into a quivering lump. Then it was her turn to feel me wiping us clean. She smiled weakly at me. As I tossed the now soaking t- shirt aside, Susan leaned up and pulled my face to hers. Looking deep into those green eyes that looked so much like my own, I smiled and then brought our lips together in a very tender, loving, very un-brother like kiss. Then, with all the energy of youth, she sat straight up in bed and demanded, "Let's do it again! That was great!" As I watched her bouncing there, naked on my bed, I thought to myself, 'Oh the sacrifices a brother must make!" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 67