Chapter 2
Carol had showered and changed into a pair of tight, white shorts and a green halter over her breasts. Then she had gone to the kitchen and greeted her fifteen-year-old sister. David had, by this time, pulled a pair of jeans on.
Carol seemed nervous around Susan, wondering if she had heard what she and David had done right there in the hallway, of all places. But Susan didn't seem to indicate knowledge of it. She wondered what David meant when he had said he would take care of Susan. She looked closely at her younger sister. Was it possible that Susan and David, too, were incestuously involved? Anything was possible, she thought wryly.
But somehow, she thought, Susan didn't look like a girl who would let any boy fuck her, not to mention her own brother. She was struck again how odd it was that Susan was a honey blonde, while she and David were dark-haired, the way their parents were. Carol strongly suspected their mother of playing around, and the evidence was Susan's blondeness.
After dinner, she and Susan cleaned up the kitchen. The rain was still coming down, faster now, but not as hard as before. As was usual with summer storms, the air was humid. Since the small house was not air-conditioned, it was almost unbearable.
Finishing up the dishes and wiping things down, Carol remembered how she had been told to find herself another place to live by her parents after they caught her and David in the garage.
She and her brother had been involved sexually for about three months by then. Carol, oddly enough, had never been fucked by any other boy but David, and it was hard for her to remember who had seduced who. It had been something mutual, and the fault belonged to neither she nor David. David had solved the problem of her virginity, and both discovered the pleasures of sex, and were at each other every opportunity they had.
They fucked in the privacy of the bedroom, in the car when they managed to get alone in it at the movies, in the bathrooms of the huge house, even taking the chance a few times on the stairs when no one was home with them.
She had been eighteen then, and although her parents felt she should be dating, they did not press her. Carol wanted no other boy but her brother. She loved him passionately and would do anything for him. Then they were discovered in the garage by her father.
Both had been naked, sprawled on some old abandoned mattress, fucking furiously. Their father had come into the attached garage from the connecting door and, turning on the light, stood in shocked horror at his eldest daughter's creamy, naked ass bobbing up and down on his son's cock. David had been on his back, with Carol above him, twisting and writhing as she rode up and down his hard prick.
The first sign they had of being caught in the act was a painful slash across Carol's ass. Her father had bellowed furiously and insanely at them, raging mostly at Carol, whom he somehow blamed. She had cringed against the wall of the garage, frightened out of her wits by her father's fury. He had cursed her vilely, calling her cruel names.
And then, that same night, he had attempted to crawl into her bed.
Carol, however, had fought her father off.
The following day, she was given an allowance of ten thousand a year, if she would leave the home and never return. Her mother had cried pitifully, but Carol kept the secret of her father lusting for her the night before.
During the next two years, she had made no contact with her parents, but had managed to meet with David once. She had fled to a city in another state, and with her adequate allowance, managed to get along. She wrote long and passionate letters to her younger brother at the beginning, but then she stopped, afraid some would be intercepted by their parents.
And now, here he was, with her again.
She was elated, but bothered because Susan had come along, too. She wondered why David and Susan had been sent to stay with her, if their parents detested her so much. But she did not question it; she was too happy to be with him again. Somehow, she would find a way to be with David, get Susan out of the house frequently.
By ten that evening, David was in the other bedroom, sound asleep. Since there were only two bedrooms of the small house, Carol had to share her room with Susan.
Dressed now in a pair of white, transparent panties, Carol sat before the huge dressing mirror. Susan lounged on the bed in her shortie gown, watching Carol as she brushed her shining black hair.
Susan, although just fifteen years old, was lush of body, rounded and hollowed in all those delicious places a girl should be. She had a very pretty face, with a steady gaze of her blue eyes that were warm and mischievous. She wore her honey-blonde hair pulled tightly back into twin pony tails.
Carol could see her sister's reflection in the mirror, and she thought how cute Susan was. Her slender, striking shape was made complete by a pair of perky, delectably pink-tipped breasts that arched out, firm and high. The shortie gown was totally transparent, and Carol could see the creamy flesh of her sister through it. The pink flesh was sugary sweet, she thought, caressable...kissable...suck-able. Yes, she thought, Susan had the kind of body and flesh, the sort of sensual beauty at that tender age a man wanted to lick, starting at the tips of her toes and working his tongue up to the top of her head, with some delicious pauses along the way...preferably where her long, smooth thighs joined. Susan was sweet-looking, alluring and sensual. A word came to Carol's mind, and she shivered suddenly. Susan, she thought, was edible.
Carol felt, rather than saw, Susan's eyes moving about her bare back, looking at the spread of her buttocks on the cushioned stool. When she glanced at her sister in the mirror again, she saw that Susan was licking her lips suggestively, and she had one hand cupping a small breast, completely unashamed.
Then Susan asked bluntly: "Carol, do you have a boy friend?"
"No, I don't," Carol replied, trying to pull her eyes away from the small hand that was openly squeezing a breast. "I really don't want one."
"But you must," Susan insisted. "What do you do...finger yourself?"
Carol remembered David had asked her the same thing. A slight flush came over her cheeks. "Don't talk that way, Susan. It isn't very nice to say such things."
Susan giggled. "I like to talk that way. Tell me something, will you?"
"That depends," Carol replied, almost afraid of what Susan wanted to know. Somehow, she sensed her young sister knew more about her and David than Carol wanted.
"Was it good the first time you were fucked?"
Carol gasped, twisting about to stare in astonishment at her sister. "What did you say?"
Susan giggled again, lifting a breast free of her gown. She twisted gently at her nipple. "It hurt me the first time, but wow, does it feel good now!"
"You shouldn't talk that way, Susan," Carol said, but she could not keep the sudden excitement from her voice. She loved to talk about fucking: it made her pussy tingle nicely. But to openly discuss sex with her sister seemed somehow naughty.
Susan ignored the admonishment. "The first time I got fucked," Susan said unabashedly, "stopped me from taking a stiff one in my twat for a week. I finally got over it, though. I had to walk around with my legs way out, sort of straddle-legged. But when the soreness was gone, I really learned what I had been missing. Golly, fucking is sure a lot of fun, isn't it, Carol?"
Carol tried to fight off the excitement that had begun between her thighs. She knew it was useless, however. Anytime someone began to talk about sex, she became hot. She stared across the room at her young sister, her eyes glowing now.
"Just playing around can be a lot of fun, too, Carol," Susan went on, lifting the bottom of her shortie and spreading her legs apart. "Play-around can be almost as much fun as fucking. You know, just holding a guy's big old hard-on, feeling it in your fist, jerking up and down on it. I like to jerk a guy off, watch him come. Of course, you have to let the guy play around, too. Let him feel you up and mess around with your breasts and pussy, that sort of thing."
Carol's breathing was harsh as she watched her sister brush up and down the blonde curls of her pussy, spreading the succulent lips and pressing at
the glistening little clitoris, her small buttocks squirming against the mattress.
"Sometimes I can come just jacking a guy off, feeling him spurt in my hands, with maybe his down in my panties fooling around. I get so hot sometimes, a boy can make me come just by rubbing my cunt. Fooling around with just hands can be almost as much fun as getting a big old hard-on up the cunt, can't it?"
"I . . I wouldn't know," Carol mumbled, fascinated by seeing her sister wantonly masturbate, a slim finger probing into the slippery, hair-lined lips. "What do you mean by 'fooling around'? " Carol heard herself asking, afraid of where this might lead.
"You're kidding, Carol," Susan said, laughing softly. "You know, sometimes you act like you're the youngest, not the oldest."
Heat came to Carol's cheeks.
"You must play with yourself, Carol," Susan giggled. "No boy friend around, you must play with your pussy."
"You're just bashful, that's all," Susan replied, thrusting her finger back and forth vigorously. "You have to get over that. Hey, you know what?" Susan pulled her finger out of her twat. "I'm gonna help you do that little old thing. But first, come on over here to the bed and I'll give you a nice body rub. That always takes the tension out. Wouldn't you feel nice to have me rub you?"
"I...I guess," Carol murmured, cursing herself mentally because she could not control the wild urges flowing through her slim body.
"Then get that pretty ass on the bed," Susan giggled, moving to one side. "Lie face down, and I'll work your muscles for you."
Carol found herself standing and moving on suddenly weak legs to the bed. She sprawled down, her flawless breasts pressing into the mattress, her swelling buttocks curving deliciously.
"We've got to get rid of these," she heard Susan whisper, then felt warm hands pulling at her panties. She had to lift her hips so Susan could remove them. Carol told herself it was all right, that nothing would happen, that Susan was only being sisterly.
Susan, on her knees, gazed down at Carol's smooth, naked flesh. The swell of her sister's ass was quite enticing, and the buttocks trembled slightly. Placing her hands on Carol's back, up high, she began to move them in a slow, sensual circling pattern, pulling at the flesh, pressing it together. The circles became larger until the fingers were making rotary movements.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice...so nice and relaxing," Carol murmured dreamily.
"It's gonna feel nicer in a minute," Susan promised.
Her fingers left Susan's shoulders, massaging the creamy back. The circles changed to ellipses now, elongated so that her fingertips were coming into regular contact with the swell of Carol's buttocks. Susan's eyes glowed with sensual delight as she watched her hands fondle the springy surfaces, and there was a smile of anticipation on her moist lips. She knew what she would be doing in a few moments to her older sister, and she shivered with a tingling excitement. It was going to be so easy, she thought, her hands pulling at the arching buttocks.
Susan could feel her own sensitive nipples growing, becoming turgid as she caressed her sister's bottom, the back of her long thighs. The lips of her blonde-haired cunt twitched and pulsated. The cheeks of her small, compact ass felt warm, and her legs trembled with eagerness. Using her hands on a single cheek, she massaged first one, then the other, feeling how firm, how spongy, Carol's ass was.
"You like this, Carol?" Susan whispered in a husky voice, squeezing into the creamy cheeks.
"Mmmmmm . . . " Carol murmured, flexing her ass. It was so nice and tingly warm to have her sister caressing her naked ass, fondling it.
"You've got dimples on your ass, Carol," Susan giggled, a hand on each smooth cheek, kneading the resilient flesh in a more aggressive manner. "You have a really cute ass. I never noticed how pretty your ass was before, Carol."
"Ahhh...Mmmmm, that's wonderful. It makes me feel so good," Carol murmured softly, her voice almost drowsy. She wiggled her bottom against her sister's hands, thinking how strange it was for Susan to be the aggressor. It should be the other way around, she thought, since I'm five years older. Where did she learn this? "You're making me awfully sleepy."
"Don't you go falling to sleep on me," Susan said, her voice shaky now, her fingers tracing up and down the inviting crack of her sister's ass. "You have to be wide awake for this."
"For what?" Carol mumbled.
"For me to help you get over being bashful, silly," Susan giggled. Her hands pressed down on the creamy ass, pulling the cheeks wide apart, then easing her fingers slantwise between them, rubbing up and down between the warm split, probing gently along the tight pucker of Carol's asshole. Again she parted the swelling cheeks and for a moment gazed with hot blue eyes at the pink tightness there. She could see the curling dark hairs of Carol's cunt just below the small asshole, the puffy lips that were now moist and quivering slightly.
Not bothering to control the excited harshness of her breathing, Susan stroked the tips of her fingers along the hot inner smoothness of her sister's ass, rubbing at the tender, silken-like flesh with unforced movements.
"Ooooo, Susan! That's so nice...it feels very good, but you shouldn't touch me like that." But even as she said it, she waggled her naked ass up into the sensuously caressing hands, twisting in a slow gyration.
It was the first time she ever had a hand rubbing her asshole, and Carol was amazed at the erotic pleasure it produced for her. She hunched her ass up a little more so that Susan could further separate her ass, to explore, feel more easily. The sensations racing through her beautiful body were steaming uncontrollably now, causing her mind to blot everything out but those exquisite feelings.
Again Susan pulled the sugary cheeks apart and gazed down hotly at the delicately tight asshole of her sister. Breathing deeply, her own naked breasts rising and falling with bursting excitement, she began to probe a finger, being gentle, prodding at Carol's asshole almost playfully.
"Ung . . . " Carol groaned. "Ooooo...Susan! You shouldn't be doing that. You shouldn't be touching me...not there!"
Susan ignored her sister's words, knowing very well Carol would not stop her now.
Susan poked her finger teasingly against the sensitive pucker of her sister's asshole again, rubbing it, pleased by the response it caused in her trembling body.
"Ohhhh...Ahhhh...unh," Carol grunted, shivering almost violently as the sensations swept over her nakedness. Her breasts had swollen so hard by now, she thought they would burst. There was a deep, familiar pulsation between her slim thighs. "Ohhh, God...God, Susan! When you touch me there, when you do that to me back there, it feels so strange. It makes me feel, well...sort of funny all over."
Susan smiled, then she slowly and tenderly pressed her middle finger against the resistance. The muscle gave way, and her finger was inserted. For a moment, she held it still, letting her sister become accustomed to the sensation, then she began to move it in and out very gently, watching excitedly as the pink asshole clung to her finger.
"But it feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered, moving her finger up and down as Carol twisted her pretty ass about.
"Ohhh, yes!"
Susan probed in and out of her sister's asshole several more times, each thrust more firm than before, each plunge a little deeper. Carol was hardly aware of the depths because of the delicious sensations that wicked little finger produced. She rolled and twisted her ass in wanton delight at this new pleasure, amazed that she could feel so erotic by getting a finger in her asshole. She shook her ass from side to side, lifted and lowered it, fucking against the finger of Susan lewdly.. .
"With some girls," Susan said in a thick voice, "their asshole is the most sensitive. I mean, that's were they feel real good at. Some girls would rather take a cock up their asshole than in her cunt. It seems your asshole is that way, Carol. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"
"God, no!" Carol mewled, lifting her bottom higher.
"You don't know what you're missing," Susan said, and again Carol wondered where her younger sister had learned so much. But she couldn't dwell on that now; that finger moving in and out of her ass felt just too fucking good.
Writhing her naked bottom into the air, Carol found herself saying: "Poke my ass again! I like the way it feels, Susan...the way your finger goes in and out of me." She twisted and churned with bubbling delight, lifting her ass until her back was bowed, her knees sliding upwards on the sheets until they were underneath. She waggled her ass invitingly for Susan, panting with excited gasps.
But Susan pulled her finger from the clinging tightness, and suddenly leaned over, pressing her moist, hot lips to the quivering up-thrusting ass. She gave her older sister a moist, lingering kiss, then opened her lips and ran her tongue over the sugar-sweet cheek, finally sucking on the creamy flesh.
"You have an awfully pretty ass, Carol," Susan said in a tight voice. Then she gave her sister a playful, but solid, slap on one cheek.
"Ouch!" Carol yelped, grabbing her ass in both hands, rubbing. "That hurt, goddamn it!"
"No it didn't," Susan laughed, almost childishly. "Come on, flip over."
"What do you plan on doing now, you little imp?" Carol asked, but she turned onto her back just the same. "Play some more?"
"I sure am," Susan giggled. "The best part is still to come."
Susan began to feel and stroke about her sister's up-thrusting breasts, squeezing at the springy surfaces, pulling on the rigid, pink nipples.
"This is going to be very nice for you," Susan murmured, watching her sister's breasts move beneath her skillful fingers. 'I'm gonna make you feel so nice you won't even believe it."
"Oh, you are, are you? How do you plan on doing that?" Carol asked, wondering what the hell was happening. She had never been attracted to a girl before, but what her young sister was doing to her, she found just too delicious to stop it.
"You just never mind how. Close your eyes and be still."
Susan spent a long time on her sister's breasts. Her fingers easily drew soft, excited sighs and gurgles of pleasure from Carol. "You sure know how to make a girl feel good. Where did you learn all this, Susan?"
"You just never mind."
Carol whimpered as the pleasure doubled. It was nice, what her fifteen-year-old sister was doing to her, rubbing...feeling...fondling...caressing.
Abruptly, she opened her eyes, a startled expression on her pretty ovaled face. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?"
Susan had taken a rigid nipple into her mouth and was sucking on it, her tongue lashing furiously. She sucked up, stretching the breast by her lip power alone, then crushed down, opening her mouth as wide as she could, making soft mewling sounds as she sucked.
Holding her head up, gazing in wide-eyed wonder at her sister's mouth on her breast, Carol asked: "Are you...do you...Susan, do you like girls this way? Are you a lesbian?"
Susan sucked away from the nipple, giggling softly. "Of course not," she said. "Oh, it's fun fooling around with a girl sometimes, but I'd rather have a boy."
"If you don't like girls, why the hell are you sucking on my tits?"
"Because they're so damned cute, and I enjoy sucking on things, that's why." She kissed the other nipple. "It's fun to get you steamed up this way. I like seeing you get all ready for a fucking."
"You really like seeing me get this way?" Carol asked. "Why?"
"I don't know why, not really. I'm just that way, I guess."
Susan's hands moved again, working along the trembling flat plane of Carol's stomach, toying with the dark curls. "You sure are a hot cunt, Carol," she said, giving her sister a playful punch in the stomach.
"No rough stuff, you imp," Carol laughed.
"Open your legs for me, Carol," Susan said huskily. "Open them up nice and wide for me.. . . "
"Aw, come on...you're kidding now."
"I'm perfectly serious, Carol," Susan said. "Didn't I tell you the fun was hardly started?"
"You've done enough to me...no more. I won't let you touch me there," Carol said in firm conviction. "You're my sister, for God's sake!"
"Who cares! Open up," Susan moved her hand along the fuzzy hair, stroking lightly, fingering past the strands, finding the heat of the pussy there. "Let me see your cunt, Carol. Come on, open your legs nice and wide for me. Let's see what a pretty pussy you're hiding between them."
"Ooooo, God...Susan, don't!" Carol whimpered as her sister's hand pressed against her swollen clitoris. "I can't stand it...you don't know what you're doing to me!"
"The hell I don't." Susan said, her fingers moving along the concealed clitoris of her sister, pressing and rubbing, but no longer so lightly. Carol shivered from head to toe in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh...Ahhhh...wow!" she groaned, her voice ragged, her head twisting from side to side. "Ooooo...Mmmmm!"
"Don't be afraid, Carol-open your legs for me. Open them nice and wide and show me your pretty cunt!"
"Susan! God, Susan...please! Stop it! Don't touch me there anymore! I can't stand it! Ohhhhh...oh...oh...Ooooooo . . . " Carol's long, creamy thighs parted, her hips jerking spasmodically as Susan's finger rubbed and probed the distended, burning clitoris. She shot her naked ass up from the bed, gyrating furiously, then began to bounce up and down. Her hands clawed at the sheets on the bed, her body shuddering with ecstatic tremors.
"Okay! Okay!" she wailed, throwing her legs as wide as she could, revealing her hairy cunt.
"Ahhhh, that's it!" Susan giggled victoriously. She pulled her hand away from the bushy cunt, gazing steadily at it, seeing the puffy, moist lips pulsating, the moisture beading the dark hair. "It's beautiful, Carol," she whispered hotly. "You have a lovely cunt...so pink and inviting. All that dark hair around it. I'm gonna finger fuck you!"
"Ooooo, please . . . " Carol whimpered, but her hips shot up as her sister's finger plunged deeply into the slippery interior. "Ooooo, nice! So fucking good...ahhhh, Susan...Susan! You'll make me...come!"
"That's the idea, Carol," Susan said, using the fingers of her other hand to rub and twist the inflamed clitoris, thrusting her finger vigorously in and out of the clinging snatch.
"Ohhhh, now! Now!" Carol mewled, arching high on the bed, legs wide, her cunt grasping her sister's finger. "I'm...coming! Oh, God...am I ever coming!"
Susan kept her finger buried in the slippery vagina of her older sister, feeling the powerful contractions around it. Carol did not see the knowing smile on Susan's face.