Chapter 6

Showered and dressed again, Carol was disappointed to find herself alone in the house. David had gone out while she was taking her shower, without telling her when he would be home. Susan was still gone, and Carol wandered about her apartment, feeling lost and alone.

In the past few days, she had been sexually involved with both her brother and sister. She was getting more sex than ever before, and she found herself wanting it all the time. Even now, her cunt seemed inflamed, and it had hardly been an hour since her brother had fucked her. She thought of the things she had done since Susan and David had arrived, and was surprised that she had become incestuously involved with Susan so willingly. Another thing was Susan seemed to know so damned much about ways to turn a girl on.

Susan was young, very young to know such things, Carol thought. But Susan was eager, she knew. Carol wondered if Susan could be leaning toward lesbianism, and if she was, Carol didn't like it. Doing things with her had been fun, but Carol didn't want a steady diet of that, and she didn't want Susan to become a confirmed cunt licker. She knew that certain things could become a habit if they were done enough, that they could become an obsession, almost. She knew some people preferred one sexual method over all others, and that there were many boys and girls who were strongly attracted to a member of their own sex. She did not want her sister to be a girl lover. She wanted her to enjoy a boy, yet she could not bring herself to try and stop Susan from eating pussy on occasion if she liked doing it.

When she had licked Susan's cunt, Carol had found the enjoyment two girls could give one another, and she knew without a doubt that she would gladly suck her sister's pussy again. As much as she had enjoyed her mouth against that fuzzy little snatch, Carol knew she loved sucking cock better. There was an enormous difference in having her mouth filled to the stretching point by a throbbing, hard cock. This morning, when her brother ejaculated into her mouth, she had been almost afraid of what she would do.

Although she had not told him, she had been afraid she would gag and choke, maybe become sick with the taste of his semen. But none of that had happened. Instead, she found to her delight that she loved it, loved the way his cock throbbed in pulsing spurts of semen, the thick slippery feel of it as it coated her tongue, filling her mouth. There was the emotional thrill, too, of knowing that she had his semen in her stomach, that it was deeper in her body. With his semen there, it would remain until absorbed by her tissues, where it would then become a permanent part of her body. When he came in her cunt, it always ran out.

Thinking of these things, she hugged herself, shivering with a delicious feeling. She paced about the house, feeling how empty it was with her brother and sister gone. She had experienced this same sensation when she first moved into the place, that day two years ago when she had been exiled from her family.

Sitting down on the couch in the living room, Carol wondered if her mother and father had changed much in the two years since she had last seen them. Her father was tall and handsome, graying at the temples. He was the athletic type of man, and although he worked in an office, he always found time to work out. At one time, she had felt herself in love with her father, but all girls go through such a stage, she knew. When she reached puberty, Carol had daydreams of her father's genitals, trying to picture them in her mind, how it would be to play with his penis and testicles. She had fingered her tight little pussy at night, wishing her father would play with it for her. Those first, adolescent orgasms had been very strong when she thought of her father. Not that they weren't strong now, but somehow they had seemed much stronger.

Her mother was a lovely woman, tall and slender. Her breasts still thrust boldly out, firm and high. She had an exciting swell to her bottom, and her manner of walking was sensual. Carol had always suspected her mother to be an intensely sexual female. Her clothing was always in style, and her body was good enough so that she looked good in anything.. .

Sitting in the apartment alone, Carol attempted to recapture some of her adolescent desires concerning her father. She still loved him and her mother very much, and was crushed when she had to leave home. The first few months she had cried herself to sleep every night, missing them terribly. But after a while she resigned herself to the fact that she would no longer be welcome in her parents' home.

And then, suddenly, here was David and Susan.

She still did not understand why they were with her, but now it no longer mattered.

Sighing, she got up and entered the kitchen, thinking a sandwich and cold milk would be nice about now. Going into the kitchen, she prepared a cold cut sandwich and set it on the table with the milk. As she munched at the food, she considered again what she had done with her brother this very morning, in this very chair. She became excited with the thoughts, and was soon writhing her bottom, feeling her nipples swell beneath her blouse.

"Hi," Susan said from the door of the kitchen.

Startled, Carol looked up and almost dropped her milk. "Oh, you frightened me, Susan. I didn't know anyone was home."

"I know you didn't," Susan grinned and came to the table. "You must have been thinking of some awfully nice things, Carol."

A slight flush came to Carol's face. "What do you mean?" r

"I saw you wiggling your ass on the chair."

"You...did?"

"I did," Susan said, pulling a chair close to her sister. "You know, Carol, you're a hot girl. I didn't think you'd be so hot."

"Well, I . . . " Carol didn't know how to go on. Her flush deepened, then faded. She smiled at her sister. "What's a girl to do, Susan? I mean, with you always turning me on."

"I know what else turns you on," Susan said, grinning mischievously.

Something like fear came to Carol, and she shot her sister a quick look. Susan giggled childishly. "I saw you!"

"Oh, God!" Carol cried, wondering, ashamed. "What did you see?"

"With David," Susan giggled again. "I saw you with David."

Her face burned with shame, and she couldn't look at her sister. She held her sandwich down, staring at it. Susan giggled louder, then poked her older sister in the ribs.

"Oh, stop blushing, Carol," she said.

"You...you saw?"

"I saw."

"Oh, God!" Carol cried again. "Don't be so ashamed."

Susan caressed her sister's shoulder affectionately.

"I think I'll die!" Carol replied, her face a bright pink. "You saw! Oh, Susan...I'm wicked! Horrible . . . "

"Bullshit!" the fifteen-year-old girl snorted.

"What's wicked? Fucking? Sucking pussy? It's only wicked if you think it is. I think it's fun, myself."

Her hand slipped down and she cupped one of her old sister's breasts. She massaged it gently, feeling the nipple grow underneath her palm.

"Oh, Susan, please! Don't do that, not now."

"But why not?" Susan asked. "I think your tits are beautiful, Carol. I love to touch them, feel them. They're so nice and soft, but spongy, too. Your nipples are hard."

"Please!" Carol yelped, her emotions mixed. She liked the way her sister fondled her breasts, but she was still so ashamed of being seen by another member of her family. Her father catching her had been bad enough, but what would Susan think of her now? Her father considered her too sexy for her own good, a girl with such a hot pussy she couldn't even leave her own brother alone. Now Susan must certainly think the same thing.

"Want to suck cunts?" Susan's soft voice came to her flaming ears. "I'll tongue fuck you, Carol."

"No!" Carol shouted, jumping to her feet and starting to move away. "Don't, Susan. For God's sake, don't start anything...not now. Please, it's bad enough that I let you...that I did that to you, but it's worse with knowing about David and I."

"I don't think so at all," Susan said, gripping Carol between the thighs to hold her still. "I think it's great that you and David are fucking. It made me so hot watching you, I had to finger fuck myself."

Carol stood still, trembling with burning horror and shame. She wanted to have Susan's hands on her, wanted to feel that small, eager hand fondling her cunt. She wanted to play with her sister's breasts and feel her bottom and fuzzy little twat, but how could she do it now? Susan must think she was the wickedest girl in the world. She felt Susan's hand slip between her thighs, caressing the soft inner portions, moving higher and higher. As the fingers teased at the crotch of her panties, Carol knew she would be unable to stop Susan. Already her cunt was responding to the anticipation, the stimulation of those soft, yet insistent fingers. As the shivers of arousal filled her, her hips began to move, to undulate against her sister's caressing hand.

"Is this good, Carol?" Susan whispered, teasing her fingertips along the very edge of Carol's panties. "Does it make you feel good? Don't it make your cunt tingle?"

"Oh, please, Susan!" Carol whimpered, knowing she would not be able to stop it now. "You don't know what you're doing to me!"

"Oh, yes I do!" Susan giggled, running a finger lightly along the crotch of Carol's panties. "You're wet already. Isn't it nice to have me feeling you up this way?"

"Susan, please," Carol whispered, still trying to protest.

"Can't I feel your cunt as good as David does? Don't our fingers and hands feel different to you? I can make you feel just as good as David can. I don't have his cock, but I do have a mouth and one hungry tongue."

"Oooooo," Carol whimpered, moving her hips in a tight circle as the fingers traced up and down her pantied pussy slit. "I can't stand it! You make me want to...want to...Ohhhhh!"

"I make you want to what, Carol?" Susan asked, pressing at the swell of her sister's clitoris now. "Make you want to come? I can, you know. I can make you come with my fingers, by fucking you with a finger. Or I can use my tongue, fuck you with my tongue, suck your cunt with my lips, lick on your clitoris. How do you want me to do it, Carol?"

"Ooooo," Carol mewled, grinding her hips into the feeling fingers. "I...I don't know! I don't care!"

"You don't?" Susan teased, inching a finger into the tight crotch of Carol's panties. She lightly stroked a puffy lip, then slowly pressed the tip of her finger into the wet hotness of her sister's pussy. She probed in and out, watching with burning eyes as Carol began to ride on her finger, dancing lewdly. "Makes you feel good, don't it?"

"Ohhh," Carol mewled, pulling her skirt to her waist. "Don't stop now, Susan! Oooooo...I like that! I love it!"

Removing her finger, Susan tugged at the tight panties, lowering them. As the panties dangled at her slightly bent knees, Carol bit into her full bottom hp as the passion roared through her veins. She tossed and wiggled her bottom into her sister's hand, jerking back and forth.

"Want to fuck my finger?" Susan whispered throatily. "Want to fuck my finger?"

"Yes! Ohhhhh, Susan! Anything...anything you want," Carol wailed in ecstasy. "Do anything you want with me...to me! Ahhhhhh...sweet, so fucking sweet."

"Anything?"

"Goddamn it," Carol shouted in passion. "Anything! I said anything, didn't I."

"Tongue your twat?" 'Tongue my twat."

"Suck your cunt?" Susan persisted. "Suck my cunt."

"Lick your pussy."

"Lick my pussy."

"Inside it?"

"Inside it...outside it...all over the fucking thing!"

Susan giggled. "You're sure turned on, aren't you?"

"Oh, Susan," Carol wailed, trying to press her pussy down onto that feeling, moving finger. "Stop teasing, please! You know I want something...anything at all!"

"David? Would you like for David to fuck you, Carol?"

"Yes!" Carol shouted. "I want David to fuck me...I want him to stick his cock in my cunt and fuck me!"

"Not my tongue?" Susan giggled.

"Goddamn you!" Carol yelped. "Susan, if you don't do something for me right now, I'm going to rape you!"

"How can you do that? I'm a girl, remember?"

'I'll sit on your fucking face!" Carol warned. 'I'll sit right in your cocksucking face and make you tongue-fuck my snatch!" . . "Promise?" Susan giggled, finally letting her sister capture her ringer with the hungry lips of her cunt. "Is that a promise, Carol?"

"You're going to find out if you don't stop teasing me," Carol promised.

Slipping to the floor on her knees, Susan gazed at her sister's hair-rimmed pussy, seeing the sweet curling strands, a flawlessly formed triangle. She spread the hair and saw the puffy pinkness of the lips, then the swollen tip of her clitoris. She brushed at it with her thumb, causing Carol to shudder with pleasure. Leaning forward, she moistly kissed the creamy, long thighs, the tip of her tongue leaving a trail of moist fire on the trembling flesh. Running her hands around, she cupped Carol's tight, swelling buttocks, a cheek in each hand. Clasping the cheeks firmly, she began to kiss and lick at the creamy flesh. Her lips burned down to the dimpled knees of her sister, then back up again. Carol spread her legs as wide as she could in her standing position, bracing herself by putting her hands on Susan's shoulder.

As Susan's tongue and lips burned up one thigh, she urged the young girl to close her face into her crotch.

"Do it, Susan!" she mewled hotly. "Kiss my pussy...don't tease me this way! Please, kiss my cunt! Lick my pussy for me, baby! Ohhhhh, you don't know what this does to me!"

"I know what it does, remember?" Susan giggled.

"God, how can I ever forget!"

Susan's tongue fluttered along the inner smoothness of her sister's thigh, inching closer and closer to the bushy snatch. When she reached it, she probed at the sensitive clitoris tip with her tongue.

Carol shivered and shook, trying to press her pussy into her sister's face.

"Oooooo...mmmmmm!" she mewled, gyrating her hips furiously. "There! lick me there, Susan!"

Susan closed her lips about the protruding clitoris, sucking hard on it for a long moment, her tongue brushing the distended tip. Then she pulled away, ran her tongue along the puffy lips, tasting the seeping fluids. Her head was bent backwards, her nose concealed by the dark hair, her chin pressed at the curves of Carol's ass. Her tongue stabbed, then entered the tightness of Carol's pussy. Carol moaned in pleasure, twisting her bottom violently, trying to cover her sister's face completely with her steaming crotch.

"Mmmmm, good!" She mewled, grinding into her sister's face. "Where did you ever learn to suck pussy, baby?"

Pulling away from the hairy snatch, Susan giggled. "That's a secret," and shoved her tongue back to the inflamed clitoris, licking furiously. Her hands held the wiggling buttocks tightly, her fingers between them. Carol was dancing wildly now, her orgasm very close to the surface. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, and her bottom hp was being bitten between her white, even teeth.

"Ooooo, suck it for me, darling!" Carol urged. "Ahhhh, you're so good at this! Lick me, baby...lick my cunt! Ohhhh, I love the way you lick my pussy!"

Slurping sounds came from Susan's buried face, her eyes wide and staring up at her sister's contorted face. She knew fully the pleasure she was providing Carol, and she wanted to make it better every time she did it. Her tongue stabbed in and out of the tight hotness, then raced up to flick at the sensitive clitoris. She could feel the shudders of Carol's body, and knowing she was making her feel so good gave her pleasure. Her own smaller breasts swelled, her nipples becoming sensitive, and she wanted to play with them as she sucked her sister. But she didn't want to turn loose of that creamy, curvy ass, either.

"Ohhhh, baby!" Carol mewled, straining her cunt into her sister's sucking mouth. "You're going to make me come...come violently! Ohhh, it's going to be one of the best yet!"

As the words came from her mouth, the orgasm burst. A loud wail of ecstasy rippled from her tight throat, and her body convulsed as though she were having a seizure. Her hips revolved as her mind soared into the heavens. She gripped Susan's head in back, and tried to pull her harder yet into her throbbing crotch.

The convulsions lasted a long time, and as they receded, Carol became so weak she was unable to stand any longer. Slowly, she slumped to the floor, sprawling on her back. Susan remained on her knees, watching her sister shudder with pleasure. The skirt was at her waist, her long, delicious thighs wide. Carol's pussy was fully exposed, and Susan could see the hairy lips twitch. Reaching out a hand, she caressed one naked thigh tenderly.

"Oh, Carol," she whispered, "You're going to be wonderful. I just know you will."

The comment passed to Carol's ears, but she was so relaxed, felt so good, it made no sense to her.