Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: David's New Life
Part: Chapter 3 of 6
Universe: Doppelganger
Summary: A young man follows his older sister's example 
to learn that lust and love can involve more than one 
other person.
Keywords: mff, inc, oral, g-solo, fg, voy
Language: English
Copyright: 2010

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In recognition of the help the fifteen year old David had 
provided in Ainslie's rescue, she had agreed to accompany 
him to his school dance even though he was seventeen 
months her junior.  As a result of a combination of his 
pleasant personality, her desire for companionship and a 
little alcohol Ainslie decided to make the reward more 
substantial.

David had asked instead to be allowed to taste her pussy 
and Ainslie had so enjoyed the event her cries had woken 
her sister Sophie.

Ainslie had tried to convince Sophie that it had been 
pleasure, not pain, and Sophie had reluctantly let her 
classmate demonstrate.  David had finally succeeded and 
the three of them were busily entangled in Ainslie's 
room.

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"*WHAT* are you doing?"

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Four little words that were enough to strike fear into 
their hearts.

David didn't hear them clearly but the sudden stiffening 
of Sophie's body told him that something was wrong and 
for a boy fooling around with not one but two of a man's 
young daughters the expectation of physical violence made 
his penis shrink in Ainslie's mouth.

His attempt to turn his head made Sophie relax her legs 
slightly and he then had the freedom to observe, with 
horror, the sight in doorway.  It might have been better 
if it was Clay Weston, for asking the question instead 
was his youngest daughter, thirteen year old Jill.

David had no experience of younger sisters - an older one 
caused him enough trouble - but tales from his friends 
and a recollection of the sorts of pleasure he got from 
annoying Katie and trying to get her in trouble when he 
was younger made him pessimistic.  Their father was even 
more likely to discover David's activities and being told 
his youngest had witnessed them was only going to make 
him angrier.

Ainslie took control of the situation though.  "Come and 
sit down here Jill, but lock the door first please."

Sophie was surprised enough but David couldn't believe 
his ears.  Her comment made him think of bolting horses 
and wished he could bolt too.  She wasn't going to make 
him pleasure the third girl as well?  But she wasn't old 
enough surely!

He needn't have worried, Ainslie had the same opinion.

"Jill, you're not really old enough to join in but if you 
promise not to say anything you can watch so you know 
what to do in a couple of years time - okay?"

Jill, eager enough to find out what they were doing 
together, wasn't quite as eager to join in, it had looked 
a little yucky.

*BUT*!  She figured any promise extracted under the 
circumstances wasn't as binding as a "real" promise and 
decided, if she felt she wanted to join in after all, she 
would be the one to say if she was old enough or not.  
Unless, that is, they wanted Dad to hear about their late 
night behaviour.

"Okay, but you have to tell me what you're doing."

"Sophie is getting her pussy eaten by David here."

"Eaten?  Doesn't that hurt?"

"He's not biting her; he's actually licking all around 
her pussy and getting the nice juices there.  It actually 
feels really good."

"So it tastes okay?  I thought it would be yucky."

"No", volunteered David.  "Both of your sisters are 
delicious."

He was bragging a little, letting Jill know both sisters 
had let him go down on them; it was an unconscious desire 
to let someone know of his good fortune.

"But if it feels so good why was Sophie calling out?  It 
sounded like he was hurting her."

"She cried out *BECAUSE* it felt so good.  David, why 
don't you carry on and Jill can see for herself that it 
makes Sophie happy."

Sophie realised that she apparently had no say in the 
matter - so much for her pussy controlling David!  Still, 
even with the enlarged audience, she was soon feeling 
euphoric again.  "Damn!" she thought, "If Jill hadn't 
turned up I might have come already!"  She didn't 
consider that this might have been how her older sister 
viewed her own interruption.

"But what were you doing to David, and how come you were 
touching yourself like that?"

"Well David made me feel good earlier and I thought he 
deserved to feel good too.  I was rubbing my pussy at the 
same time because it felt nice."

"Can I see what you were doing to him as well then?"

Ainslie saw no reason not to; well she knew a few but 
decided to ignore them.  She took hold of David's prick 
and fed it back between her lips.

Jill leaned over, her head almost on Ainslie's chest; 
this was much more interesting than what Sophie was 
doing.

David's "thingie" was poking out the front of his pants.  
What Jill could see of it was straight but she hadn't the 
experience to appreciate the difference when it was hard 
or not.  The terms "hard on" or "boner" were, to her, 
synonymous with "prick", "dick" or "cock".

"Let me see it properly for a second!"  Ainslie had kept 
covering it up as she moved her head back and forth.  
What *DID* a boy's cock look like close up?

Ainslie backed her head away until she was pressed hard 
against the base of her bed.  David's prick now twitched 
in front of her face and, by crossing her eyes, Ainslie 
could just focus on the little slit in the end; it was 
aimed directly between her eyes and she hoped he wouldn't 
choose just that moment to come.

"Can I touch it?"

Ainslie had to consider.  She didn't want to get David 
into trouble - well any more than they could all get into 
as things stood now - and fooling around with a thirteen 
year old might just push things too far.

Before she had a chance to say "You'd better not" it was 
too late, Jill's hand had reached out and her fingers had 
wrapped firmly around the hard object.  Jill didn't want 
to risk it getting away.

"Mmpff!"

"Er, You had better hold it a little looser.  I think 
you're hurting David."

"Sorry."  Jill's grip softened and when she moved her 
hand closer to his pants, the skin over the end rolled 
back to reveal a smooth knob.

"Oh look!"

Ainslie tried but it was too hard at that short distance.  
She decided instead that she needed to do something to 
distract Jill so she would release her hold.  David might 
still be held responsible for letting Jill touch him even 
though he was occupied elsewhere - and, from the sounds 
Sophie was making, to good effect.

Ainslie poked her tongue out and licked across the 
exposed head of David's prick.  The hard organ bounced as 
her tongue travelled up one side and down the other.  
Then she pursed her lips and kissed the tip, a kiss that 
enfolded the whole knob as she moved her head forward.

Jill watched her eldest sister as David's prick entered 
and left her mouth.  It looked like fun and Ainslie was 
being a spoilsport, like usual, for not letting her join 
in.  She had an idea how to get back at Ainslie.

Though Ainslie's legs were parted as she lay on her back, 
she hadn't resumed touching herself.  Demonstrating 
fellatio to Jill had been quite enough, she didn't really 
want to share what she considered the even more private 
moments of masturbation.  In fact she felt it restful to 
just lie there pleasing the boy; so much so that, since 
there wasn't much to see and that too close for comfort, 
she shut her eyes.

Jill then went unnoticed by all three as she repositioned 
herself, with only a flicker of Ainslie's eyelids as she 
assumed Jill was now going to watch Sophie.

Instead Jill had a closer look at her oldest sister's 
exposed crotch.  She wasn't allowed to do anything to 
David herself it seemed and Sophie was suitably occupied 
but no-one was making Ainslie happy.

Jill just looked at first, wondering what went where.  
Her hand moved down to slip under her own nightie an 
inside the elastic of her thin cotton panties.  As she 
looked at the geography of Ainslie's pussy she traced 
similar structures on her own.  It was a novel experience 
for her, she had never touched herself in an effort to 
get pleasure as throughout her childhood she had heard 
the same recurring instructions - "Wipe from front to 
back" and "Don't poke around or put anything in your 
cunny".

Before long she noticed an "icky" feeling.  It wasn't 
nasty, on the contrary Jill hoped it would continue.  Her 
fingers sought out the reason and she found a virtual 
pool of thick juices at the entrance to her "cunny".

Those who had warned her not to touch herself hadn't 
mentioned that anything came out of it other than the 
blood she was still waiting for.  This wasn't blood, she 
saw that immediately when she checked her fingers.

It was clear and didn't run off her fingers in droplets 
like water.  Jill could also smell it and raised her 
fingers to her nose to get a stronger sniff.  "Not bad!"

Her tongue came out and then retreated before making 
contact.  Ainslie and David had both said it was nice but 
then Ainslie liked anchovies on her pizza and Jill didn't 
know what David liked - except her sisters' pussies 
apparently.

She extended the tip of her tongue again - "Mmm, they 
*WERE* right!"  She popped her fingers completely into 
her mouth and sucked them clean.  If David tasted as nice 
as this she could understand why Ainslie kept sucking on 
him.

Reassured her own body was capable of giving her the 
pleasure the others were getting - "Who says I'm not old 
enough?" - Jill put her hand back inside her panties and 
began to slide her finger back and forth through the 
slippery secretions.  Trial and error let her find what 
felt good and it wasn't long before she found out about 
her clitoris as well.  This was getting to be real fun - 
how long had Ainslie and Sophie known about this and not 
told her?  "Bitches!"  Jill giggled to herself.

It was so much fun she wanted to share the pleasure and 
Ainslie was surprised when a finger started stirring the 
juices that had collected at the entrance to her vagina.

"W'ah?"  David's penis didn't stop Ainslie clamping her 
legs together but it did make her incoherent.  Her hand 
trapped, Jill had nowhere to go but in and Ainslie felt 
a, no two, fingers pressing inside her.  Even David 
hadn't explored more than fingernail deep.

Jill's smaller fingers were curled back into the palm of 
her hand while her thumb was pointing out, following the 
curve of Ainslie's body in the direction of her 
bellybutton.  Jill tried to move her hand but only 
succeeded in driving her fingers deeper.  Regardless of 
what she was now learning, she knew she wasn't supposed 
to put things in there and had no reason to believe 
fingers were excluded from the rule.

She tried to pull them out but could only go so far.  Her 
fingers wriggled inside her sister, scissoring back and 
forth, colliding into the walls and energetically rubbing 
the sensitive entrance.  At the same time her thumb moved 
from side to side, a windscreen washer brushing back and 
forth over Ainslie's clit mound.

Ainslie didn't have a chance to remove David's prick 
before her "Don't" changed into a gurgling expression of 
delight.  Her legs relaxed just a little as her body 
betrayed her; its needs of far more importance than her 
worries of incestuous, underage or even homosexual 
contact.

Jill moved her hand out as far as she could but that 
still left her fingertips just inside the entrance. By 
bending her fingers she could force them past the 
slippery surface and one then passed up each side of 
Ainslie's sensitive clit.

Being fucked by her sister's slender fingers excited 
Ainslie despite her feelings about the cause.  The 
entrance to her vagina contained the same sensitive 
clitoral tissue that peaked at the end of her furrow; 
having Jill forcefully rubbing there when she was so 
stimulated would have buckled her knees had she been 
standing.  Having Jill's bent knuckles grazing each side 
of the more visible manifestation of her clit meant her 
legs quivered uncontrollably even though she was lying 
down.  Ainslie couldn't help herself, her legs spread 
wide - let Jill do what she wanted but just *DO IT*!

Jill was still fingering herself, though she had paused 
while extricating her other hand.  When Ainslie 
apparently relaxed she resumed and, finding how her 
coated fingers felt near her clit, she copied the actions 
with her other hand.

Ainslie's hips lifted and she moaned around David's 
penis.  She sucked and David could stand it no longer; it 
had only been the frequent interruptions that had allowed 
him to last as long as he had and, with far too little 
warning, he came, the thick spurts filling Ainslie's 
mouth.

Ainslie had avoided being left with a mouthful on either 
occasion when Ritchie had orally raped her.  Now she had 
no choice.  She tried to swallow but the taste prevented 
her; she had no option but to push his still streaming 
prick out and to spit the contents of her mouth out after 
it.

The mixture of semen and saliva dribbled down her cheek 
and over her chin; the remainder of David's emission, 
released directly from his body, was draped across her 
neck.  Ainslie decided that she could cope with the taste 
and mess - with enough warning to deal with it on her own 
terms; Ritchie hadn't "damaged" her even though the 
thought of him being anywhere near her still made her 
cringe.

She had dealt with Ritchie, she had dealt with David - 
now she had to deal with Jill!

"Jill, take your hand away please - it was very nice but 
you've got to stop."

"Jill just *HAS* to stop", thought Ainslie, "because if 
she doesn't she's going to make me come again."

Ainslie's legs closed again, slowly enough that Jill 
could get her hand out but preventing her from getting 
back near Ainslie's pussy.  Jill was happy enough to keep 
playing with herself if no-one else wanted to share.  She 
ignored Ainslie, David and Sophie and just leaned back 
with her hand on the floor so her panties-covered pussy 
was wide open to her touch.

Ainslie clambered up and Jill could see the paste-like 
mess over her sister's face and neck.  There was even 
some trapped in the creases of her ear and in the nearby 
wisps of hair.

Ainslie grabbed an old t-shirt and rubbed it over her 
skin.  As her hands dropped down again and she could see 
the room around her Ainslie noticed Jill was licking the 
shining coating from her fingers.  It only took a little 
while for Ainslie to realise it wasn't the hand still in 
her panties.

"Oh Yuck!"  Her first emotion was disgust at her sister's 
action.  How could she!?

"What?"  Jill looked up innocently - if a thirteen year 
old fingering herself and tasting her own sister's pussy 
juices could ever be considered to appear innocent.

"How can you lick my juices from your fingers?"

"Why?  David was right, you taste lovely.  Do you want to 
try mine?"

It was all too much for Ainslie to deal with.  "Can you 
please just go back to bed now!"  It bothered her, far 
more than she wanted, to realise she had been tempted.

It was late and Jill had enjoyed herself.  There 
certainly didn't seem to be much to see here now; David 
and Sophie appeared to be sleeping.  She stood.

"Oh, alright then.  Goodnight David, perhaps you'll come 
and visit me sometime.  Goodnight."

Jill left the room and, as she turned the doorknob, 
realised her hand was still a little damp.  The last 
thing Ainslie saw as Jill turned back to her own room was 
the thirteen year old's tongue capturing the last of 
Ainslie's sweetness.  Ainslie shuddered before turning 
back to the couple on her bed.

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Jill crept into her own bed and dealt with the coating on 
her other hand.  It was different and she wondered which 
she really preferred.  She also wondered which David 
would prefer.

It wasn't fair that people seemed to always be saying she 
was too young.  She *WAS* a teenager now, wasn't she?  At 
least they had let her watch even if they hadn't invited 
her along earlier; *THAT* was more interesting than 
sitting home alone while she waited for her father to go 
to the school.  It was only a pity she hadn't known about 
masturbating before; she wouldn't have been so bored.

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Ainslie turned back to the couple still on her bed.

Though David had long since finished eating Sophie, his 
head still rested on her thigh so his face was directly 
in front of Sophie's pussy.

Sophie, far from upset at how the evening had ended, was 
gently stroking David's hair; both she and he were lying 
with their eyes closed.

Ainslie suspected both could easily drop off to sleep if 
she left them.  How that scenario would turn out the next 
morning was a matter for her amused conjecture.

"I'm sorry Romeo but I think it's time to turf you out 
too."

David stirred, planted a kiss on Sophie's patch of fur 
and shuffled clear of her encircling legs.  Sophie 
uncrossed her ankles and, with a reluctance that 
surprised her, let him stand up.

Ainslie surveyed his appearance.  Only the tip of his 
prick was poking through the opening in his pants and she 
took a step forward, kissing him as a thank you while 
tucking his knob away.

David took over the zipping and then put his arms around 
her back.  Their kisses were a tender goodnight, possibly 
their last ever, and both knew they would be grateful for 
the few hours they had shared together.

They parted and Sophie, who had sat up and whose nightie 
now decently covered her again, stood to take her 
sister's place.  A little nervous, which seemed 
ridiculous after what they had just done, she gave him a 
kiss - their first really - and welcomed his arms around 
her.  She was a romantic, she didn't know how she really 
felt about him yet but he had made her feel good; he 
obviously liked her the way they were kissing and she 
suddenly felt a little jealous that he had kissed Ainslie 
the same way.  That surprised her more than anything else 
that had happened during the evenings.

A little afraid of her feelings, she escaped his embrace 
- not forcefully enough to let him know of her fear but 
more a case of "Yes, it's time you should go."

Still her voice wasn't as steady as she would have liked.  
"Good... Goodnight.  What you did was very nice.  Thank 
you."

"I liked it too.  I suppose I'll see you at school then."

David wanted to say more, especially "perhaps we can do 
this again sometimes", but he had never been that 
comfortable with her at school and casual banter which 
revealed his feelings would leave him vulnerable to her 
scorn if she rejected him.

It was true that faint heart never won fair lady but 
sometimes a quick tongue could disguise the faintness.  
If he hadn't been quick to speak at least it had quickly 
penetrated to a spot that spoke favourably on his behalf.

"Yes.  I suppose so."  At least Sophie's voice gave him 
some encouragement.

Ainslie had left them as they said their goodbyes, 
returning with a dampened cloth.  She had donned her 
light robe so her charms were now hidden - it seemed the 
night *WAS* drawing to a close.

"You need to clean up your pants a little."  Ainslie 
pointed at the region in question and Sophie sat back 
down on the bed so Ainslie could attend to the signs of 
David's recent activity.  There were leakage spots where 
his prick had rested outside his pants after he had come 
and a wide smear where Ainslie's cum-coated face had 
brushed across his leg.

The bits that had dried look like the white trails left 
by snails after a cool evening.  They stood out on his 
black pants - certainly not how he wanted to have his 
mother see them next.

As the oldest, Ainslie was used to having to deal with 
much of her own family's laundry but it was the first 
time she had needed to deal with semen stains.  Finally 
she was satisfied though David, who had been enjoying the 
feel of the cloth being applied near and over his crotch, 
wished she had continued.

"Oh well", he thought as he catalogued everything he had 
arrived with, "good things do come to an end."

"Goodnight and thank you, thank you both for giving me 
possibly the best night in my life."  David thought the 
games the other girls (and Justin, oh hell!) had played 
with him probably just topped it but little else came 
close - even Tina in his shower had been mainly tease.

"Don't forget you need to keep quiet about all this - I'm 
trusting you!"

Ainslie emphasised her trust by grabbing his shirt front 
and pulling him close while she thrust her tongue deep in 
his mouth.  Before he could respond to the kiss, she had 
released him.

"Good night David and thank you for a lovely evening 
before and after.  Be careful going home."

She waved, a little self-consciously, as she closed the 
door.  "Wow!" she thought as she leaned against it.  
"What a fucking night!"

She bent over and there was the sudden sound of alternate 
feet being stamped in quick succession as she purged her 
high spirits. "What a *FUCKING* night!"

Ainslie put a hand on the wall as she took a deep breath.  
Her tongue licked her lips and she registered the taste; 
David had had the same odd tang when he had first stood 
up.

"Oh no!"  Ainslie grasped where his lips had so recently 
been and what she was tasting.  She hurried to the 
bathroom and removed both the lingering taste of David's 
cum and the fresher taste of Sophie.

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David started out quietly walking along the even quieter 
streets, reminiscing about all that had happened, but the 
euphoria was too much and he broke out into a sprint that 
lasted, on and off, all the way home.  He even let out a 
few cries - "*YEOWIE*!" rent the otherwise peaceful 
neighbourhood before he got home a little ahead of his 
parents.

The others were still downstairs and he called down 
without interrupting whatever *THEY* were doing.  He had 
his own evening to relive.

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Sophie had plonked herself backwards after David had 
left.  She wasn't sure she wanted to talk to Ainslie 
about it but she didn't want to be alone in her own room 
either.  She had had a sexual revelation and wasn't sure 
how she should respond.

She wanted more but she didn't know if she wanted David; 
and if she did, what would happen if Ainslie did too?  
What if David didn't want her after she told him of her 
feelings?  How would her friends respond either way?  And 
what of her date for the evening, Wayne?  She had had 
such high hopes for him - what would he say if he found 
out about David?  He would dump her for sure.  "Oh why 
did I do this?  Why did I let Ainslie talk me into it?"

Adults think teenagers are mixed up.  They're not always 
wrong - they were teenagers themselves (once) and some of 
them can remember their own complicated lives.  The 
problems might differ from generation to generation but 
the teenage years are still the time you have to really 
start facing the consequences of your actions and 
sometimes you have to live through the mistakes to 
understand how to avoid them.

When Ainslie returned to her room she found Sophie 
crying.  Her sister's distress made her forget her own 
after tasting Sophie's pussy juices - albeit second hand 
- and having their youngest sister finger-fucking Ainslie 
then licking *HER* juices of her fingers.

"What's up?  Didn't you like what he did?"

"Yes.  Not at first but once he started making me feel 
good it was wonderful.  I've never felt so good in my 
life before."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Mine?  No.  I don't think so."

"You don't think so!  Don't you know?"

"Yes.  No.  Oh!  He was certainly good tonight, I will 
give him that.  Would I like him back?  Probably.  Will I 
ask him back?  Possibly.  Do I want him forever and ever?  
I don't think so.  Do I want to fuck him once or twice?  
Hmm, maybe.  I'll think about it again when he's older.

"I think he's nice but he doesn't give me a tingle 
inside... No, that's not true - he makes me all tingly 
inside, just not a *SPECIAL* tingle if there is really 
such a thing."

"If he was my boyfriend would you still want him to eat 
you?"

"Oh, Honey.  I don't care whose boyfriend he was, I think 
I would still *WANT* him to eat me, but that doesn't mean 
I would *ASK* him or *LET* him.  Especially if he was 
your boyfriend.  Is that what you're unhappy about?  You 
want him but are afraid I'll take him?"

"Only partly.  I don't really know if I want him or Wayne 
or neither.  I know I can't have both!  And if Wayne 
finds out I might not have either.  I don't know what to 
do."

"I see.  Look, you're popular, you can make your own 
rules to some degree.  David's said he's going to keep 
quiet about tonight and I think he's sincere.  Why don't 
you start out just being friendly to him?  See if Wayne's 
got the right stuff - if he can't or won't eat you like 
David I'd dump him even if you don't go after David.  If 
you decide you want David you can let Wayne down easy."

"But David's... David... David's one of the geeky types."

"David's one of the smarter types, the type that just 
might end up a millionaire by the time he's 21.  Just 
imagine, young, reasonable looks, nice enough bod, rich 
*AND* likes to eat puss!  I might have to reconsider!"

Ainslie nudged Sophie.  "Get to bed and don't worry.  
You've got the whole weekend before you have to face 
either of them.  Think about it when you're refreshed 
tomorrow.  Me - I'm just going to hope I dream the 
evening all over again - don't come knocking at my door 
this time, in real life or in my dream."

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