Chapter 2
The two sisters stood stock still in the kitchen, staring at each other, neither saying a word.
The cry of a night bird echoed through the pines and filtered into the house.
To Katherine it was threatening, an evil omen.
Elizabeth should have thought of it, too. Well, she'd learn. Each dog has its day!
The older sister was the first to break the silence that held them enthralled.
"Well, we may as well get on with it," she said. "Go into daddy's bedroom and undress."
Katherine stayed where she was, unmoving and unspeaking. She was stunned with the prospect of her sister's intentions.
Elizabeth stepped forward, holding the enema bag by her side. Her voice dropped and she said, "It's next to a bathroom, and you're going to be glad it is by the time I'm through with you."
"But, Elizabeth...." Katherine started to say. Her older sister didn't give her a chance to finish her sentence.
"No buts! No ands or ifs, either! You're the one who started all this, Katherine. If you had kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't be happening now. Me, I have nothing to do with it. I'm just doing my job." She paused, waiting for her younger sister to react.
Katherine was immobile, silent.
Elizabeth tossed the enema bag on the kitchen table and walked deliberately up to her younger sister, her face intense and commanding.
"I don't want to," Katherine managed to say. It was a quiet, simple statement of fact.
Elizabeth smiled. And the look of that smile frightened the younger sister.
It really wasn't a smile at all. It was a parody of a smile, or a half-smile. More like a cheap deathmask than the expression of a vital human face.
"I find that very funny," Elizabeth said.
"You do?" Katherine asked, not understanding. Maybe it was all a joke! A bad joke, surely, but a joke nonetheless. Maybe this was as far as Elizabeth intended to go. Maybe it was all over with already.
Fat chance!
"Yes, I do," Katherine smirked, "I find it more than funny. It's outrageous, no, it's hilarious!"
"I don't get it," Katherine said.
"Oh, but you will, dear little Katherine. You will! All five quarts of it!"
Katherine made a break for it!
She turned suddenly, grabbed the handle of the door and pushed on it, wanting to run into the night and hide. If only she could get outside, Elizabeth would never be able to find her in the dark. The younger sister had a real love for hidden, out-of-the-way places, and she knew the grounds and surrounding area much better than Elizabeth could ever hope to know them.
It was just a matter of getting into the dark of the night. It would protect her. It would embrace and conceal her until Richard got home.
All she needed was a little time.
Katherine pressed down on the handle of the kitchen door and pushed against it in one swift movement.
In a flash, she was out the door and running down the redwood balcony, her footing as sure as it was fleet. Elizabeth was right behind her. She was gaining on her. Katherine could almost feel her breath on her neck. It made her hair stand up in terror. It was like being chased by a fearful being in a nightmare.
It was a nightmare.
It was a nightmare come true!
But freedom was literally just a few steps away. Then the younger sister's superior knowledge of the grounds would work to her advantage. She knew, for example, that the big apple tree's root were stretching up above the ground about fifteen feet in front of the bottom step.
If she led Elizabeth to that area, she'd probably trip over the roots and that would give Katherine the few seconds lead she needed to blend into the night.
But the gate at the top of the stairs was locked!
Mrs. Williamson must have thrown the lever when she left for home!
Katherine struggled to unlock the redwood gate, but she was nervous and fumbled twice before she was able to lift the lever that kept the gate locked. Too late!
Elizabeth was on her!
She grabbed her younger sister by the hair and pulled her back with brutal swiftness. Katherine would have screamed but the shock of pain was too great and too unexpected to allow for a scream.
She had never anticipated the ferocity of Elizabeth's attack! The older sister was like an animal, and her bigger, better developed body gave her an easy advantage in terms of sheer physical strength.
She was dragging Katherine back to the kitchen!
The two girls struggled the whole distance, the one hopelessly trying to free herself, the other determined that freedom should be impossible.
Elizabeth had her way. She always did.
As one last desperate effort, Katherine had wrapped her arms around the railing of the redwood banister. She clung to it with the frenzy and unexpected strength of a drowning woman.
Elizabeth slapped her younger sister hard, once, twice, three times. The sound of the contact of palm on cheek echoed through the still night air. The slaps sounded like the ghosts of gunshots!
Still Katherine managed to maintain her deathlock on the banister!
Then Elizabeth tried prying her younger sister's fingers from the banister. She pulled them free one at a time with deliberate, sure movements.
But that was futile, too! As soon as one hand was pryed loose, the other would cling fast to its anchor again.
The two young girls struggled on in silence.
Theirs was a battle fought in total quiet. The only thing to be heard was the labor of the breathing and an occasional gasp as one or the other of them gained an advantage or lost it
"Well!" Elizabeth hissed like a madwoman into her sister's ear, "you just won't come along, will you!"
"No," Katherine said with finality, "never!"
"All right, then, we'll just start the little operation right out here ... now!"
With that, Elizabeth reached up under Katherine's dark blue cotton skirt, grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties, just above the buttocks, and pulled them down!
They were still on the younger girl's body, but her bottom was no longer covered.
And she couldn't let go of her anchor to pull them back up! That would allow Elizabeth to pull her free and drag her into the house. So what would Elizabeth do next? The answer wasn't long in coming. Out of nowhere, Katherine felt a sharp and terrible pain!
Katherine had reached between her younger sister's boyish buttocks and shoved a finger up her anal opening!
The shock and humiliation of it was bad enough, but there was the pain of it, too! Katherine let go of the banister to free herself of the invading finger.
That was the exact moment of advantage Elizabeth needed, that and no more.
As fast as a rattlesnake in its attack, the older sister pulled her finger out of her younger sister's bottom-hole and grabbed her around the waist with both arms, locking her hands together in front. Katherine was lost!
Elizabeth half-yanked, half-carried Katherine across the bit of balcony that remained between the railing and the kitchen door.
Without releasing her sister, Elizabeth kicked the door open with her foot and wrestled her sister into the doorway. Katherine raised her arms up and apart, using them as braces in the doorway.
Elizabeth, immediately realizing what was happening, simply put her foot in the small of her younger sister's back and pushed her into the kitchen with the full weight of her mature body.
Katherine shot into the kitchen like a projectile and fell on the highly polished wooden floor. She scrapped her hands and knees as she skidded across the surface to a sudden stop. Her left knee was bleeding slightly.
Even so, the first thing the younger girl did was to reach down and modestly pull her panties back up over her bottom.
Then, still half-sitting, half-reclining on the kitchen floor, she turned and looked over her shoulder as she heard the screendoor slam shut.
There was a loud and substantial thud, followed by a solid "click." Elizabeth had also closed the heavy wooden door behind her. She was leaning against it with her back, her chest still rapidly rising and falling, rising and falling from the labors of their struggles.
As she spoke to Katherine in a voice heavy with victory and determination, she reached down around her waist without looking and, with a twist of her left wrist, turned the heavy lock in the beg wooden door.
"There!" she gloated in triumph. Her eyes were shining with victory and passion. She looked positively maniacal.
She was mad with power over her younger, weaker sister.
"You actually thought you'd get away from me, didn't you! Well, lucky for you, you didn't! It would only have made it worse, you know that, don't you!" It wasn't a question, it was a direct observation.
"Please, Elizabeth," Katherine pleaded, hoping that reason might prevail, "try to get a grip on yourself."
"Your asshole is going to get a grip on that enema tip!"
"Elizabeth...!"
"Your gut is going to be filled up with water and you're going to like it, too!"
"Please, I...."
"Oh, you don't have to say please. I'd do that much for you in any case. It's nothing more than my duty, you know. Now get into Daddy's bedroom before I kick you into it!"
Elizabeth screamed and, in one horrifying leap, reached the kitchen sink and grabbed up a heavy metal and wooden meat tenderizing tool. She held it in her fist like a club. Indeed, holding it the was she was, it wasn't any longer a kitchen tool.
It was truly a club!
Katherine stalked over to Elizabeth. The younger girl cowered before her wrath. She was trembling like a young and frightened fawn in danger of death. The tears were rolling down her lovely, innocent face. Her eyes, opened wide with terror, could in no way contain them.
The sight of her sister's intense suffering only goaded Elizabeth on to greater heights of cruelty. She grinned with erotic delight.
And, leaning even closer in toward the terrified, cringing girl, she said, "Did you hear me?"
"No, please, Elizabeth, I...."
The heavy meat tenderizer crashed into the wooden floor! The fierce impact of it left a dozen little indentations in those places where the metal nipples gouged out the wood.
Katherine stopped crying almost immediately and opened her eyes wide in real terror!
Her sister was mad!
Why, she might have crushed her with that thing! God!
"Get into Daddy's bedroom!" Elizabeth hissed through heT clenched teeth. "Get in there and lay across the bed. And no funny business!"
Katherine, stunned, hesitated.
Elizabeth's face turned suddenly red with violent fury, and she raised the heavy meat tenderizer high above her head, ready to strike.
"Wait!" Katherine screamed, holding her open hand up in front of her in a gesture of passive self-defense and pleading. "All right! All right! But don't hit me! I'll go!"
She started climbing up on her feet.
"I'm going," she repeated, studying her sister with caution. "I'm going."
Elizabeth still held the threatening weapon high above her her. She stepped forward a step and made a mock gesture of violence with the thing.
"Move!" she screamed.
Katherine ran to her father's bedroom.
For a brief moment, she thought of locking herself in, but that, too, was pointless. The door was made of the usual contemporary hollow plywood construction. It wasn't solid and heavy like the main doors of the house. Why, if Elizabeth wanted to, she could hack it to bits with the meat tenderizer she was using as a weapon.
And she would definitely want to.
Katherine paced back and forth, back and forth in the luxurious bedroom like a newly-captured animal in a cage. She glanced at the window.
The window!
She ran toward it, suddenly filled with hope, and flung it open. The cool night air welcomed her but the view did not, no.
In her haste and in her hope for a route of escape, the young girl had forgotten that the house was built on the side of a hill. And this portion of it faced the edge of the drop-off. There was a distance of at least thirty feet between the sill, over which Katherine peered in desperation and disappointment, and the rocky beach beneath her.
She was trapped! She was sure, securely trapped!
Suddenly, she could hear Elizabeth's footfalls as they echoed through the hallway and toward the bedroom!
The young girl had been told to get on her father's bed, and there she was, staring out the open window. She didn't dare cross Elizabeth. There was no telling what she might do. There was no knowing what the older sister was up to, no knowing what extreme she was capable of plunging into!
Katherine quickly pulled the windows shut and ran across the thick wall-to-wall carpeting. She only just managed to jump onto the bed and pull her legs up in a semi-lotus position before Elizabeth appeared in the doorway.
She had the repulsive enema bag in her hand.
In the other hand she held a canvas book bag with the letters M.I.T. printed in red across it. It was filled with things, judging from the way it seemed The contents of the book bag obviously had something to do with the enema bag, but, of course, Katherine had no idea what that some thing might be.
She pulled her legs up closer to her breasts, clutching them protectively with her arms. With a supreme effort, she tried to look "casual" and "in control."
It was useless.
She was trembling like a young poplar in a summer wind storm.
Elizabeth stopped in the doorway, looked quickly around the room as if checking for something, then let her gaze settle upon her victim.
She smiled. God, she smiled! Was she truly mad?
"Ah, you see now," she said in a friendly, conversational tone of voice, "isn't this a cozy room. Daddy has the coziest room in the house, doesn't he."
So saying, and getting no verbal response from Katherine, Elizabeth stepped into the room, and transferred both the enema and book bags to one hand. With the other she closed the bedroom door.
And locked it behind her.
"Turn that lamp on," she said, her voice still friendly and conversational, "we don't need all this bright light."
And as Katherine reached over and turned on the lamp resting on the nightstand near the bed, Elizabeth flicked the switch near the doorway.
The light from the overhead fixture blinked out of existence.
Both young girls then remained where they were, motionless, the younger dark-haired on sitting on the bed in a pool of light, the older blond standing in the dark of the shadows.
Then Elizabeth walked across the thick carpeting, through the center of the bedroom, and into the adjoining bath. Her heels clicked on the tile floor.
She was humming to herself!
It made Katherine shudder.
How could she hum to herself as if she were arranging flowers or strolling through the woods on a clear, bright, beautiful day? There was no predicting what her sister might do! And that added to Katherine's terror.
Elizabeth, Katherine was realizing to her own horror, was capable of anything! She was capable of any and everything!
The older sister flicked on the bright overhead light in the bathroom. Then she closed the door half-way. The light poured in a bright shaft into the bedroom, illuminating the expensive chests of drawers that -lined the wall opposite the bank of windows that looked down upon the beach below.
What is she doing in here, Katherine wondered. Of course, she didn't dare get up and walk over to the bathroom to find out. So she strained her hearing and tried to distinguish and make sense of the slight sounds that were filtering into the carpeted, draped bedroom.
She was setting up, taking things out of the book bag and setting them about. What were they? What part would they play in Elizabeth's perverted plans?
Katherine could do nothing but wait. She could do nothing but wait ... and see.
And she didn't have to wait long.
Elizabeth walked out of the bathroom and up to the bed. When she got to the bed, she stood for a moment looking down on her younger sister, studying her, looking her up and down, down and up, and back again.
She was drinking Katherine in with her eyes.
"You are lovely, you know," she said in a faraway, dreamy voice. "You are lovely to look at."
Katherine, of course, said nothing. She simply turned her eyes away and looked down with shame. She didn't dare look up at her cruel older sister. She didn't want to see her face. She didn't want to look into her dark brown eyes.
Who knows what she would see there?
"Now!" Elizabeth suddenly annouced, her voice unexpectedly taking on the official-sounding quality of the trained, professional nurse. "Let's see what we've got here."
With that, the older sister set the then half-empty book bag on the nightstand next to the lamp. She loosened the string-tie in the neck of the canvass bag and started taking things out of it.
"Here's a box of Charmine face tissues, pink," Elizabeth said, as much to herself as to her younger, frightened sister.
She ripped the top off the tissue box and carefully place it back in the book bag. Then she set the box of tissue on the far right corner of the nightstand.
"And here's a big jar of Vasoline," she added, taking the jar out of the bag and twisting the top off. "Lubrication is important, so I'm told."
She set the jar on the table next to the tissue and then once again resumed digging about in the canvas book bag. "Ah!" she then said, sounding very pleased with herself. "Here they are! Just the very item I was looking for!"
Katherine couldn't help but turn her head and eyes slightly. What could possibly be of so great an interest to her vicious sister?
And, as if in answer to her younger sister's unspoken question, Elizabeth lifted the item out of the bag and held it in front of her at arm's length so as to let Katherine see it, too.
"It" was a pair of thin, translucent surgical gloves!
"Aren't they interesting, though?" Elizabeth asked, as if Katherine could possibly find them anything but interesting, considering the circumstances. "Nothing like being well-equipped, like Daddy always says." She added the gloves to the other items on the nightstand, carefully draping them over the tissue box.
And then, without saying anything more, Elizabeth suddenly turned away from the bed, walked across the room toward the chests of drawers that -lined the wall nearest the bathroom, and opened a large bottom drawer.
She pulled out what looked like a sheet from the distance. But when she got back to the bed, Katherine realized with a lump in her throat, that the sheet was made of rubber.
It was a rubber sheet.
Katherine held it up in front of herself in both hands, holding it as if it were a prize possession of some sort.
"Is't this fantastic?" she declared, her voice full of real enthusiasm. "I'm more than well-equipped. I am extremely well-equipped!" She looked down at Katherine and smiled a smile of real enthusiasm and pleasure.
Elizabeth, at least, was having a good time!
She was having a good time even if Katherine wasn't.
Or maybe it would be more correct to say that she was having a good time because Katherine wasn't! That would be closer to the real truth!
Elizabeth held the folded rubber sheet out to Katherine.
"Go on, feel it! Touch it! See for yourself how great it is! Go on, you'll like it!"
Katherine had to do what she was told. She reached out with one hand, touched the sheet, then quickly clasped her hands back together in front of her knees.
"That's not feeling it!" Elizabeth shouted. "Don't get smart with me, Katherine. You should know better by now! Or don't you? Well? When I say feel it, I mean feel it!"
She tossed the sheet down on the bedspread next to Katherine. It brushed against her well-shaped calves. It was cold against her touch.
Oh, she didn't want to touch it! It had something to do with her older sister's perversity, and Katherine didn't want anything to do with it.
But she touched it.
She slowly reached out and set her palm against it. It was initially cool, almost cold to the touch. But in less than a few seconds, the area covered by her palm was warm. Yes, warm. It reminded her of ... of what?
And then it occurred to the young girl! Skin!
Once heated up by the warmth from her own young body, the rubber sheet felt almost like human skin!
The realization of it sent a thin, sharp shock of intuitive realization coursing through the younger sister's agile body: She liked it!
Shuddering, she pulled her hand away from the thing! No! No, she would not be taken in by her sister's terrible interests! She would not willing co-operate with anything she suggested. She was being made to go along with Elizabeth's program, but there was no way in God's wide, great, green earth that she could be forced to approve or condone what was going on!
At that moment, Katherine asserted herself and made a silent vow not to refuse any pleasure that might come to her as a result of what she was being forced into!
That much, at least, she could withold! On that point she would not yield!
"Don't think you won't do what you're told to do," Elizabeth said quietly.
It almost made Katherine's skin crawl! It was as if her sister could read her mind. The shock of that discovery took the last bit of courage out of Katherine's soul. She was almost faint with despair and desperation.
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," Katherine objected, turning to look at her older sister for the first time since she had walked into their father's bedroom.
"Yes, you do.," Elizabeth said quietly. She was calm now and spoke in a regular, conversational tone. "You see, Katherine, I know more about you than you do. You with your dreamy ways, you have no ability to analyze. You have no gift for self-understanding. But I do. And take my word for it. I do know more about you than you do. Now get out of those clothes."
So, the moment had come!
Katherine simply stayed where she was. She made no attempt to move or get away.
Elizabeth stared at her. She didn't seem angry, but her stare was steady and unblinking. It was very much the cool, detached look of the hunting shark as it circles its prey in ever-smaller circles.
"There are two things you can do, Katherine," Elizabeth began to explain with patience. "You can do what you're told to do and make things easier on yourself, or you can have me make you do what you're told to do. That means it will be hard on you. I assure you I mean what I say. If you want to have yourself the worst time of your life just test me. Is that what you want? You want to test me?"
"No," Katherine confessed, her head hanging down, her eyes focused blindly on the carpeting. "I'll do what you tell me to."
"Good!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Then come over here by the table lamp and take your clothes off. I want to see what I'll be working with."
Katherine walked over to her older sister and into the pool of light by the table lamp. The tissue, lubricant and gloves were illuminated with the bright light and it gave Katherine the feeling of operating instruments.
There was nothing warm or loving about what Elizabeth was planning. It was cold and clinical. It had the feeling of a lab experiment done with rats or other animals.
It was more like death than life.
Elizabeth reached over and dragged a chair across the carpeting and set it just outside the circle of light thrown by the night lamp. She sat down in it, her body and face hidden by the shadows.
That, too, added to the clinical feeling of what was being done. Katherine felt as if she were on display, as if she were some kind of speciman being coldly studied by a disinterested observer with scientific dispassion.
And she was as wrong as she was right.
Elizabeth's heart was beating with a full fury of sexual passion. Her seeming calm was simply a matter of great control on her part. She seemed calm and collected, but her mind and heart were racing at breakneck speeds! At any moment the energy of her lust might cause her to crack and break into a million little pieces.
"Start with the blouse," the voice from the shadows commanded.
Slowly, without comment, Katherine started to unbutton her blouse. First the buttons at her hips then the buttons at the neck.
Elizabeth stared at her from her perch in the dark shadows. She could feel the juices flowing in between her legs. God, it was exciting! Just think, she was forcing her younger sister into a sexual adventure she didn't want to have.
There might be hell to pay later on for what she was doing, but at this point Elizabeth didn't care. It made no difference to her now. She was too far gone to turn back. She had long ago reached the point of no return in her thinking.
Now she would soon reach that same point of no return in her real actions, too!
Katherine was now out of her blouse. She stood where she was, stupidly holding the thing in her hands, covering her young tits protectively with it.
"Give me that!" Elizabeth demanded. Her right hand reached out of the shadows with the palm open. The hand opened and closed several times in quick succession, indicating that the blouse should be placed in the grasping hand.
Katherine handed it over.
The hand retreated back into the shadows. There was the sound of ripping, of cloth tearing!
God, Elizabeth was tearing her blouse into strips of fabric. It was mad! It was horrifying! Everything the older sister did was done to inspire horror and obedience.
Katherine dare not disobey her older sister. It was obvious that she was close to insanity of the worst kind, and that the slightest resistance could trigger her to extremes of violence!
"Now the skirt!" Elizabeth demanded. "Get out of that, too! And hurry it up. We haven't got all night!"
Katherine unfastened the skirt at the waist. It fell to her feet, billowing as it did so. She then stepped out of the circle of blue fabric that surrounded her small feet.
"And now the slip, my dear little sister. The slip goes, too!"
Somehow Katherine managed to take the slip off, also. To this day she doesn't remember how she did it. It caused her an agony of humiliation and self-consciousness. It was like undressing in the public square at highnoon on a busy Saturday.
And yet it was only she and her sister in the big, comfortable bedroom.
It should have meant little or next to nothing. But because of Elizabeth's madness, it meant a surrender, a giving-up to brute force.
It was a giving-in to rape!
Now Katherine stood in the circle of light in front of Elizabeth completely naked except for her shoes and socks. The young girl was blushing furiously. She stood in a classic pose of reserve, with one hand trying to cover her breasts, the other hand trying to cover her private parts.
"Turn around. Slowly. Let me see what I've got to work with," Elizabeth said, settling back in her chair.
Katherine did what she was told, slowly turning in a long, lazy circle.
Elizabeth felt her own juices flowing down her legs as she watched her frightened sister moving at her command. The sense of total control was exciting in and of itself. To command another person and have them do exactly what you wanted them to do was a trip Elizabeth really got off on!
The older sister got up out of her chair and walked over to Katherine. She touched her lightly on the shoulder, and the young girl stopped moving.
Elizabeth walked around to face her. She looked her in the face. Katherine didn't return her gaze, but simply stood where she was staring down at her feet. Her face was a brilliant red.
Elizabeth reached out and deliberately removed Katherine's hands. Now at last she could look at the little apple-sized breasts. They were white and pure, round and firm. The nipples were small and the area around them was no more than the size of a quarter.
Elizabeth reached up and grabbed one breast in each of her hands.
Oh, her hands were warm on Katherine's body! The young girl flinched at the touch and actually reached up to brush Elizabeth's hands away.
"Don't touch me!" Elizabeth shouted. She slapped her younger sister's hands away with a resounding smack! "I do the touching, not you. You just stand there and take what I give you! I'm the one in charge here, not you!"
With that, Elizabeth rubbed the palms of her hands up and down Katherine's trim, young body. The younger girl trembled with the pawing she was having to endure. Elizabeth's hot hands were exciting her despite herself.
Then Elizabeth started playing with her younger sister's nipples again. She grabbed them inbetween her fingertips and squeezed them hard. They started to respond to her ministrations, and soon the soft little nipples were hard, pointing up from the small globes of her breasts like fat pin pricks!
"Does that feel good?" Elizabeth teased.
Katherine felt an agony of embarrassment. Of course it felt good! There was no use denying it. Even if she did, her body would give her away. Her nipples were as hard as the lead in a pencil.
"Yes," she admitted, blushing even more than she had.
"Yes," Elizabeth echoed, squeezing the small nipples even harder. The force of the pressure caused the younger sister to bend forward at the waist, trying to cause the hurt to lessen.
Elizabeth squeezed even harder, rolling the hard nipples back and forth, back and forth between her fingertips.
Katherine began to shift the weight of her body from foot to foot. It did no good. The pressure merely increased and the sensations of pain and pleasure continued to flood through her young, virgin body with even greater intensity.
Then Elizabeth stepped forward and kissed her sister hard on the mouth!
Katherine tried to step away from the offensive lips, but Elizabeth grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in toward her body as her tongue probed the young, unteasted mouth.
Katherine tasted like a bowl full of fresh fruit. The young girl didn't smoke or drink, and she was as tasty as the spring. Elizabeth couldn't get enough of kissing her sister. Her long, hot tongue probed her younger sister's mouth relentlessly.
It shoved Katherine's tongue from side to side in her mouth, shoving it up toward the roof of her mouth, then shoving it toward the back of her throat.
Then, with one hand, Elizabeth reached up and grabbed her younger sister by the hair on her head. She wrapped the long, black hair into a knot around her fingertips and pulled it back.
The shorter, younger girl's head was pulled back, and the taller, older girl began to kiss her with even greater pressure, crushing her lips against Katherine's.
Katherine's lips were getting bruised with the ferocity of her older sister's kisses. She could feel them swelling and getting puffy with the force and sharpness of Elizabeth's teeth.
Elizabeth started biting Katherine's lips. She would nibble her way across the bottom lip, from right to left, then she would start on the upper lip, working her way from left to right.
Then Elizabeth sucked Katherine's tongue into her own. She sucked it into her mouth as far as it would go and then started biting it, gently at first, and then harder and harder.
The younger sister started twisting around in her older sister's grip. She placed her hands against Elizabeth's shoulders and made a futile attempt to push the older girl away from her.
Of course, that merely excited Elizabeth to even greater heights of passion, and she kissed the young girl with more heat than she ever had. She crushed the girl's naked body against her. The rough wool of her skirt, pricked the young girl's groin and upper legs. Elizabeth realized what was happening and bent her body forward from the waist down, deliberately rubbing the course wool against her sister's tender skin.
Katherine groaned with the sensations that were pouring into her and racing to the pleasure-centers in her brain. She didn't want this! She wished it would stop! But there was nothing she could do about it, and her body was betraying her!
"Please, Elizabeth, stop!" Katherine managed to gasp, briefly freeing her lips. She was breathing heavily and her entire body was now red with embarrassment and physical reaction.
"Are you kidding?" Elizabeth sneered. She laughed in Katherine's face! "Don't pretend you don't like it! Or do so if you want to. It makes to difference to me, as long as I get what I want! And I will get what I want! There's no way that I won't, and you might as well get used to the idea."
Elizabeth pulled her younger sister's mouth back to hers and agains shoved her tongue down the young girl's throat.
But this time she added something new. Even as she-kissed her unwilling victim, she reached down between her legs and started rubbing her fingers over the young girl's virgin pussy lips.
Yes, that's nice, Elizabeth said to herself. The few hairs she has down there might as well not be there at all, they're so soft. She feels like peach fuzz. Oh, she's pretty, like a little doll.
But no doll on earth could give Elizabeth as much pleasure as her sister's living, responsive flesh!
So Elizabeth continued to probe her sister's virgin pussy. Her fingers ran up and down, up and down the outer lips of her pretty pussy.
And as she played with her little cunt, she reached around and started feeling Katherine's ass.
Yes, the cheeks were as firm and warm as they were compact. Like two big melons, the fit perfectly in Elizabeth's cupped hands.
She squeezed the asscheeks and patted them, rubbing her hands up and down them in a frenzy of discovery. She loved the way the small back led into the rounded bottom and blended into her firm, young legs. Then Elizabeth started to slide down Katherine's body, her arms wrapped around her as she did so.
Katherine tried to step away from her sister, but Elizabeth wouldn't allow her to. Instead she pulled her even closer and she slipped to the thick carpeting in their father's bedroom.
At last, Elizabeth was kneeling directly in front of her younger sister.
She had let go of the delightful asscheeks and was now running the palms of both her hands up and down, up and down Katherine's hot inner thighs.
"Spread your feet apart, Katherine. Don't be shy. I want to see what your pretty little pussy looks like up close. I've always wondered what you looked like down there, and now. I'm gonna see.
Katherine didn't move fast enough to satisfy Elizabeth, so the older girl pushed her feet apart for her.
Now she had complete, clear access to the young, little virgin pussy she coveted so greatly.
Katherine didn't know what to do with her hands. If she let them hang at her side, she'd touch Elizabeth, and she didn't want to fold them across her chest, that seemed too stupid a thing to do.
Oh, god, the whole thing was so terrible and embarrassing.
If only their father would come home. Then the scene she was being forced into would come to a halt. She hated being pawed and kissed and probed this way. She loathed her older sister's insane passion. She was repelled by the arrogance of her sister's lust!
But Elizabeth cared for none of that!
She buried her face inbetween Katherine's young, firm legs and started licking her pussy. She licked up and down, up and down the young outer lips, delighting in the way they trembled and reacted to the touch of her hot, wet, searching tongue.
Then she started shoving her tongue deeper into the girl. She parted the young, outer pussy lips and shoved her tongue in as deep as it would go.
Katherine was wet with passion. Her juices were starting to flow, and Katherine licked them up as fast as they came. So, the little bitch was excited after all! Let her deny it now! She had her impaled on her tongue as surely as if it were a sword or a hard man's cock.
Elizabeth reached up in back of Katherine, grabbed her by the ass, and pulled the young girl closer into her. Her tongue was flicking and rotating like an eggbeater.
The young girl groaned with passion. Even without realizing it, she spread her feet even wider for a better stance on the. floor and she buckled her knees slightly so the older sister would be better able to get her tongue into her.
And as soon as that happened, Elizabeth pushed her away with anger!
In a flash, the older sister was up on her own two feet, staring down at Katherine with blazing eyes.
"You little tramp! You pretend not to like my making love to you, and yet you squat down so I can do a better job on your precious cunt! Well, you'll pay for that, you sneaky little liar! You'll be sorry you're such a hypocrite! I'm gonna fix you good!"
And she started slapping the young girl!
The first blow fell across her face. It stung! It hurt!
Katherine put the palms of her hands to her face in a vain attempt to cool off the sting of the slap. But she shouldn't have done that, for as soon as she moved her hands from her breasts, Elizabeth started slapping her young, tender titties.
It rained slaps!
And every time Katherine tried to cover that part of her body that was being attacked, Elizabeth would switch her attention to yet another part of her young, defenseless body.
"Oh, don't hurt me, Elizabeth! I'll be good! Stop! Please, Elizabeth, you're hurting me, oh!" Katherine cried, the tears streaming profusely from her swollen eyes.
The slaps seemed to be coming from everywhere all at once. It was as if five or six people were standing around her in a circle and all of them were slapping and punching and pulling at her!
It was a nightmare! There was no place on her body that didn't receive its fair share of stinging slaps. Her face and chest, her waist and ass, her groin and. legs, they all felt the hatred and hurt of Elizabeth's attack!
At last, Katherine could stand it no longer and she fell on her stomach on the bed, sobbing and crying, her face and head buried in her arms.
Elizabeth stepped back and looked down at her handiwork. Katherine was sobbing without a break now, her convulsions shaking the solid, big bed upon which she had thrown herself.
Oh, it was sexy and beautiful! How wonderful it was to have another human being at your mercy. Elizabeth was amazed at the strength of her passion, and she cursed herself for not having done something like this long ago.
If she had started in on Katherine last summer or the year before, she'd have the young girl perfectly trained by now. She'd now be the perfect slave if only she had not put off her own feelings and beliefs until now.
Well, Elizabeth thought to herself, better late than never, and she was happy to realize that she had already made a good start on this night, at least.
But she would have to hurry.
In just a few hours, their father would be back home from the survey in the mountains, and all of this would have to be resolved by then.
It was important, Elizabeth realized, that by then her dominance of Katherine would have to be complete. She would have to establish her authority once and for all before, their father got home. It wouldn't do to have Katherine complain about what had happened and have the truth come out.
For although Elizabeth was sure her father would take her side even if Katherine did open her big mouth and complain, it was surely better not to have to bother with trying to justify her behavior to Richard Shoemaker.
So the older sister was thinking to herself as Katherine cried herself dry.
Yes, the younger girl was beginning to calm down at last. The great, hysterical sobs had settled down to a quieter, constant weeping, and the convulsions of her body were now nothing more than a constant rocking of the tortured limbs and torso.
Elizabeth reached up under her own skirt as she watched her younger sister crying on the bed. She had removed her own panties even before she had entered the bedroom, and she had nothing to interfere with her own self-pleasuring.
Her fingers knew exactly what to do. In no time at all, the older sister was playing with herself with expert fingers. She could feel her own juices flowing from inbetween her legs, and she stood trembling as the great sensations washed over the whole of her beautifully developed womanly body.
And as she worked her fingers in and out, in and out of her hot, wet cunt, Elizabeth started playing with her own tits. The nipples were hard and pressing out against the summer sweater she was wearing. Oh, it felt so very, very good.
There was no part of her body that wasn't alive with sensation. Everything about her had been sexualized. Her entire body was a huge sexual instrument. Her ears and toes were responsive. Her asscheeks and legs were aflame with pleasure. Whereever she touched herself, that became the absolute center of the universe.
"Show me your ass!" Elizabeth panted, fingering herself and giving herself as much pleasure as she could.
Katherine didn't understand what was expected of her. The terrible shock of her own sister licking her young cunt had totally confused and humiliated her. To think that Elizabeth would do such a thing! She was filled with disgust and remorse and wasn't even thinking when Elizabeth had talked to her.
What was it Elizabeth wanted now?
Katherine turned her head and looked over her shoulder.
And what did she see?
She saw Elizabeth with her hands up her own skirt and inside her own summer sweater. It was a mistake.