Chapter 5
In the closed bathroom Elizabeth was filling the enema bag with warm water.
She had already dropped hits of LSD into the bottom of the rubber bag, and she was in a big hurry for the thing to fill up so she could screw the thick plastic cap on and shake it up good.
Wait till the LSD hit her little sister's asshole!
Her system would suck the powerful drug up faster than a sponge takes water, or a dry riverbed takes a springtime rain. As the water poured into the bad, Elizabeth struggled to climb out of her summer sweater. She had it pulled well over her blond hair when she could tell by the change in pitch that the bag was almost full and ready to overflow.
She gave the sweater a violent yank and pulled it from her head, throwing it to the floor in one quick movement.
She made it in time!
The faucets were quickly turned off, and she screwed the big black plastic cap in place without losing more than a few drops of the precious liquid. Yeah, her sister wouldn't know what hit her when the LSD took effect.
It was just a matter of pouring the enema into her asshole and making her hold it in her body long enough for the crazy drug to take effect.
Elizabeth gazed with pleasure at the enema bag as she slipped out of her clothes.
Then she couldn't help but switch her attention to her own beautiful reflection.
Yes, I am beautiful, Elizabeth agreed with herself.
And she was!
At sixteen, Elizabeth was a full-grown, full-blown woman. Her beautiful breasts would have made Monroe gape with envy. They were large and firm and beautifully shaped. They sloped from her strong chest in a delicious curve that had already driven hundreds of boys, men, girls and women crazy with envy, desire, fear and longing.
She was one hellufa a girl!
Next came her skirt! It fell to the floor without her even seeing it. Her eyes were glued to the mirror. When Elizabeth was undressing, she didn't allow herself to miss looking at herself for even one brief moment!
Yes, look at that!
Her waist was small, but not freakishly so. It was in perfect proportion with-her big, fleshy breasts. And look at that cunt! she cried to herself. She loved the sight of her blond cunt hairs better than anything else in the world! She knew a lot of women, supposedly blond, who would give their right arms to have cunt hair like hers!
It was a golden as the yolk of a fresh egg!
And it was softer than the down on a chick! She dug her fingers into the hair, past the outer pussy lips and in no time at all had her hot three-inch clit backed into the upper corner of her steaming pussy.
It jumped and wiggled when she touched it, and she had to work at capturing the evasive thing between her searching fingers.
But then, when she had it firmly in hand, it was worth all the trouble. She propped one leg up on the bottom rung of a stool set next to the sink and played with herself until her cunt juices were drooling down her leg and falling in big wet drops on the enamel of the free-form sink.
The expression of desire and lust reflected back to her from the expensive mirror only served to make her hotter and hotter. She was giving herself so much pleasure she totally forgot about her sister in the other room.
God, I'm wonderful, Elizabeth cried to herself, believing it with all her passion and might.
She was very much in love with herself.
That was what made her so very stupid.
She couldn't see past her own cunt.
But she did see the quart, bottle of Old Bushmill's that was sitting on the top of the big sink. Oh, yes, Elizabeth recalled, dear little Katherine is in there waiting to play more fun and games! Too bad she isn't enjoying herself as much as I'm enjoying myself. Well, that's what the poor stupid little bitch deserves, with her poetic ways and her delicate daydreaming!
Well, we're going to change all that, Elizabeth, my pet, we're going to fix that little wagon of hers once and for all. Then, when I snap my fingers, the stupid little slut will be there, ready and willing to do my bidding.
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh with plesure! The thrill of her conquest was too satisfying not to laugh. It was really funny.
It was even funnier than she herself could imagine.
But the older sister finally got herself together enough to continue with her plan. First, fill her sister with the enema fluid and the LSD that was floating in it. Second, pump half a quart of Old Bushmill's into her.
The rest would follow.
The little dear would pass out cold. Then Elizabeth could put her to bed and she would sleep it off, probably until the next afternoon. Then, if she should complain, Elizabeth would have a weapon to use against her.
Of course, she would have to confess to the beating she had given her younger sister. There would be no denying the bruises and welts.
But the rest of it?
Untrue! Completely untrue!
Why, if such a thing had happened, why would Katherine wait all day to say so? No, it wasn't plausible, it didn't make sense. Their father simply wouldn't believe such a crazy, outrageous story.
Mr. Shoemaker would simply have to dismiss the whole charge as the over-worked daydreamings of a girl well-known for a too-active imagination.
That's if Katherine should bother to tell at all. The shy thing probally wouldn't talk about it anyhow.
Oh, it was too perfect a plan! Elizabeth loved it.
The older sister had a definite reason for being so pleased with herself!
She pulled her fingers out of her delicious cunt and grabbed the whiskey in one hand, the drugged enema bag in the other.
She turned to face the door and stopped to take one last, long, deep look at herself in the mirror. Now she had a full shot at her beautiful ass! Yeah, I am great, she told herself for the millionth time.
Maybe I'll have that little slave of mine work on my asshole for a while. Of course, I won't let her stick her fingers in me, no! I'd hate that! I'd die if somebody did that to me. My ass is my ass and my asshole is my asshole and nobody, but nobody, is ever gonna use me that way, come hell or high water!
But it would be nice to have Katherine's hot little tongue licking my asshole!
I wonder what it's like, having somebody eating you asshole?
I wonder what if feels like to have a nice warm, wet tongue licking your asshole and then maybe even sticking it up in there a little bit? I bet it'd feel okay. I bet it's alright. Well, we'll soon see!
And with that, Elizabeth kicked the bathroom door open and strutted into the room, proud of the way her big tits flopped when she walked, proud of the way her asscheeks bounced when her heels hit the thick carpeting, proud of the way her long, blond hair swung back and forth with the swing of her hips.
Ah, good, little Katherine is. still there on the bed.
Look at her! Not moving at all! Well, I'll get her moving good, all right. I'll have her moving at top speed! I'll have her looking like the Indianapolis Speedway during top competition.
As she approached the bed, Katherine turned her head and looked at Elizabeth over her delicate white shoulder.
He face assumed a worried, desperate look. Little Katherine was a great natural acting talent. And she used that talent to the fullest.
"Oh, Elizabeth," she sobbed, "you're not going to drink and get drunk, are you?" she pleaded, her eyes full of pain and suffering. "You're not going to get dnink and be even meaner to me, are you? Oh, please don't! I'll do anything you say, but please, please don't drink that whiskey!"
"Shut up!" was all Elizabeth bothered to say! .
And with that, she set the enema bag up on the hook she had prepared earlier., It was actually a coatrack, but it served nicely to support the buldging family-sized enema bag. And then, without any further discussion, the stubborn older sister uncorked the bottle of Irish whiskey and drank about a fourth of it down in one fast swallow, working hard to keep it in her stomach.
"Oh, no!" Katherine pleaded.
Gasping with effort, Elizabeth finished off another third of the fiery stuff. Her stomach was heaving, her head was spinning and her hearing went out briefly. She stood in place, deaf and unable to speak.
The room, spinning around her, finally stopped moving, and once again she could hear. Wow! What a trip!
She tipped the bottle to her beautiful lips and drank deeply for the third time! She delighted in the horrified way Katherine stared at her, the stupid little cunt! Well, she'd fix her! She knew perfectly well that she wasn't supposed to be looking at her unless she had been told to do so.
And she hadn't!
Katherine had committed yet another offense for which she would have to be punished!
"What are you staring at!" Elizabeth shouted, playing with her clit as she glared daggers at her younger sister! "And get that hand of yours working your cunt! What is this, a church service?!"
Elizabeth reached over to the night table, grabbed the lubricant and wiped a gob of it on the enema tip.
The Utile plastic paddle-shaped thing gleamed in the electric light. The lubricant made it seem even sexier than it had been before, and Elizabeth had thought it very sexy even then!
Katherine, her face buried in the expensive bedspread, her left hand busy playing with herself, could hardly wait for the new sensations that she knew would soon be tormenting her in the most delicious, delightful way!
Elizabeth was now drunk and would show no mercy. Her older sister would be relentless in the pursuit of her pleasure. And Katherine's! The young girl wiggled with anticipation, the irony of the situation proving to be almost as, much of a delight as the actual sex that was involved.
Elizabeth pulled the coatrack over closer to the bed.
"Oh, no! Please, Elizabeth!"
"Shut up and spread your legs!"
"I won't tell on you, Elizabeth!"
"You bet your asshole you won't!"
"Don't put that thing in me!"
Elizabeth shoved the enema tip into Katherine's hot, wet asshole!
Surprisingly enough, it stayed in. Elizabeth had thought that she might have stretched the asshole muscles too wide. She really had had no previous experience playing with ass, and she wasn't quite sure what to expect.
"I want you to hold this in you until I tell you differently," Elizabeth commanded, shoving the enema tip even deeper into her younger sister's wet, warm, virgin asshole.
The enema tip was lost in her flesh. Katherine's asscheeks clutched at the hose leading from her asshole. Elizabeth delighted at the way the asscheeks clung together, the hallows in the cheeks blooming and unblooming as the tip lodged itself deep in the wet. warm flesh!
"Here we go!" Elizabeth announced. "Hang on to your cunt, cunt!"
And with that, Elizabeth turned the little handle that controlled the flow of the drugged liquid.
It poured down the rubber hose, through the tip and started filling Katherine's asshole up.
The young girl groaned! "Ohhh!"
Elizabeth thought it was a groan of embarrassment. Katherine knew it was a groan of pleasure!
The young girl loved the way the warm liquid felt as it flooded her asshole! Oh, it was so good! And she decided right then and there, that she would have as many enemas as she could in the future!
Why if it was this good, she'd have them two or three times a day! Why not? She knew it was suppossed to be good for you. So there you are! It was good for you and it gave great pleasure.
What more could you ask for!
Elizabeth turned the handle even further! More of the liquid poured into the fast-filling hole.
Katherine could feels her insides ballooning up. The pressure was building and she worked her fingers even deeper into her cunt! Oh, the sensations were positively delicious!
"Elizabeth...."
"Silence!" the older blond beauty shouted, playing with herself almost as furiously as Katherine was playing with herself!
The warm liquid was pouring into the young girl at a tremendous pace. It was a flood inside her! And her own body was the dam which held the seething liquid captive and endlessly swirling.
Katherine raised the upper half of her body up on the bed, propping her chest up with her arms. She didn't think she could hold any more, and she didn't want to lose control of herself.
It would be such a mess.
"Please, Elizabeth, I don't think I can...."
The blond beauty didn't let her finish her sentence!
"Be quiet, will you?!" she shouted. "You're only halffull! Just shut up and try to relax. You're not going anywhere until each and every drop of that stuff is up and inside you, you silly waterbag! You don't imagine I prepared that lotion just for the fun of it, do , you?!"
The family-sized enema bag was-only half-empty. There were still more than two quarts left!
And even as the liquid was squirting into her butt, Elizabeth was shoving a big pillow under Katherine's cunt! Now the young girl's ass was high up in the air.
And the pressure was so great, the young dark-haired girl simply had to stop playing with herself, much as she hated abandoning her delicious, young, hot, wet, gripping, grasping pussy!
She just couldn't go on!
It was all she could do to concentrate on holding the great volumn of liquid in the trap of her aching flesh! Oh, if only she could get up and go to the bathroom. It would be such a relief!
Katherine was beginning to wish she hadn't allowed Elizabeth to go this far. But now it was too late. If she had acted with the courage of her new-found resolve earlier, she could have established her authority over the blond girl, but now it was all she could do to hold the liquid inside her.
And still it continued to pour into her! She could feel parts of her body she hadn't even known before swelling to contain the warm water. She could feel her intestines growing larger and larger, like balloons filling up!
"Ohhh...." she groaned.
And as the bag emptied itself into Katherine's stretching passages, Elizabeth walked over to the wall of closets opposite the bed and nearest the bathroom and dug around in a drawer near the ceiling.
To get to it, she had had to pull a chair up to the wall of cabinets. Then she had had to pile two telephone books on top of the chair. Even so, standing on both the telephone books and the chair, the older sister had to stand on her tiptoes to reach for the box she wanted.
At last she had it in her hands. But she had stretched so mightily to get the box, she teetered precariously for several seconds ... and jumped to the thick carpeting, with the treasure in hand.
She then carried it over to the bed and rested it on the bedspread next to the suffering dark-haired girl. Katherine knew Elizabeth was sitting next to her on the bed, but she didn't dare turn to look at her and see what was going on.
Even with her new-found resolve and self-understanding and strength, Katherine was not now in any position to challange her older sister. One false move on her part, and Katherine would release the liquid and pollute herself and the bed with the fluids forced under pressure into her body.
"Wait till you see what I've got here," Elizabeth gloated.
Katherine started to turn her head to look.
Elizabeth simply reached down and held her head in place, turned away from her and the mysterious box.
The enema bag was draining very slowly now. There was still almost a full quart to go, but the pressure in Katherine's butt was so great, it simply didn't allow for a full and swift flow.
Instead, the liquid trickled into her, tickling and tormenting her as it did so.
Katherine was beginning to enjoy it!
She was beginning to get off on the strange sensations the liquid was causing her to experience! So, that was the secret. Simply relax and do your best to hold the liquid in without being overwhelmed with panic or fear.
Of course, she could hold all of it in her body. It was simply a matter of truly understanding, the phenomenon and reacting to it in a sane, sensible way.
When you did that, it suddenly became enjoyable!
After all, what was there to worry about? The worst that could happen was that the liquid would come gushing out all over. And so what if it did! It would be Elizabeth's mess to clean up, not hers.
So Katherine was beginning to have fun again. Once again her pain and embarrassment were turning into pleasure and fun. Oh, the wonder and miracle of it all. Her brilliant young mind had once again changed the negative into the positive.
And Elizabeth, in the meantime, was having a ball, too.
Or rather, a cock!
Because what she had in the box was her father's collection of dildoes! Yes, she had found them three days earlier!
Elizabeth had long ago developed the habit of snooping around in her parents closets and drawers and storage areas. That was how she had first come across porno. She had found it in the drawer that held her father's socks.
And that had been so wonderful a treat for the hot young blond girl, that she never gave of the habit of sneaking through places that didn't belong to her.
And so the discovery of the dildoes. There were only three of them, but three was more than enough. It was plenty!
Already, they had provided Elizabeth many pleasant hours of fantasy. Of course, she hadn't used them on her own delicious pussy. Elizabeth was still a virgin. And she intended on staying that way until she was good and ready to change that state of affairs.
And, as of the present moment, she wasn't ready.
Nor did she intend to use the dildoes on her younger sister. No, Katherine had to stay a virgin, too. That way, if the young girl did expose her, Katherine would have no proof of real abuse. She would still have her maidenhood, to use an old-fashioned Katherine-like word. But the dildoes had already given Elizabeth pleasure, that you can bet on. She had enjoyed thinking about the ways her father had used them on his former wife, her very own "poetic" mother.
God, I wonder what he did with them?
Elizabeth asked herself. Did he shove them up her asshole? Could she take that much rubber cock up her ass? I mean, look at this one! It's more than a foot long! And look here! It's as wide as my wrist! Did mother actually have the likes of this shoved up her asshole? Unbelieveable!
But plenty exciting to think about.
So what if it wasn't nice to think about the dead irreverently! Nothing was too sacred for Elizabeth when it came to her sexual pleasure.
She was a real hardcore slut, and her sadistic impulses were as real as they were intense.
She took the black dildo, the medium-sized one, and reached over across Katherine's head and waved it in front of the young girl's surprised eyes!
The young girl reacted with a start of shock and, in doing so relaxed her asshole muscles a little bit.
The last of the liquid gurgled into her with a slight flushing sound.
Hearing that unfamiliar sound, Elizabeth looked up from her place on the huge bed and smiled with supreme satisfaction when she saw the enema bag hanging limply from the coatrack!
All the liquid was now in her sister's asshole!
A thrill of measure shot through the older girl! Now her dominance of the dark-haired Katherine was complete! Her victory was assured! Everything that followed this would be simple by comparison.
Elizabeth was celebrating her victory even before it was sure!
It certainly wasn't the only mistake she had made in her brief life of sixteen spoiled years.
But it was most definitely her most serious mistake!