Chapter 3
There had been a strained silence between David Ainsley and his blonde daughter all this Saturday. At the breakfast table, she had blushed and looked down at the floor when he had seated himself and thanked the old German housekeeper for the piping hot plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and the side of dark whole wheat toast, just the way he liked it. Young Donald, joining them a few minutes later, had sent his sister a knowing, covert glance, but made no comment on the burning secret he had learned last night through his improvised peephole.
That afternoon, finding himself alone for a moment with Kristina, her father had awkwardly tried to apologize. "Honey, about last night-I don't know what got into me. Shall we forget it ever happened and will you let me apologize for embarrassing you so much?" The blonde teenager, a wave of hot red color flooding her charming face, had only nodded and gasped, "S-sure, Daddy."
"Some day, I'll talk to you about your growing up and what you have to know about what it'll mean, honey. Now then, are we all set for the movie tonight?"
"Uh huh, I want to go, Daddy," she had stammered.
Before their supper of Swiss steak, salad and strawberry shortcake, Kristina had diligently restyled her honey-gold hair, unraveling the pigtails and combing her hair out, then letting it flow free to her shoulders in back, and keeping it in place with a little silver barrette. Then again she put on the gift outfit her mother had sent yesterday and studied herself in the mirror.
Oh my yes, I do look lots older this way! Grownup enough to have a fellow. I wonder if Don has a girlfriend-I hope he treats her nicer than he does me. Poor D-Daddy, he looked so unhappy this afternoon-I still don't know why he got so mad at me and paddled me on the b-bare-oh, and-and then kissing my p-pussy the way he did-but I won't ever tell-I-I know it's not nice-but he's my Daddy, he's all I've got now that Mother's gone for good-gosh, I wish she were here so I could ask her about last night. It-it scared me so at first, and he was starting to hurt when he spanked me-and then-then when he k-kissed me ... t-there, I felt so strange, I was all hot and tickly between my legs-gosh, I wonder why he wanted to do that to me and why-why I-I even liked it?
They had gone to see "Jaws", and Kristina, seated at her father's left, had gripped his hand and squeezed it hard during the battle with the great white shark, squirming fitfully in her seat from the terrifying realistic drama. David Ainsley couldn't help thinking of the days of his own adolescence, when he'd dated girls and taken them to a movie and held hands and done a little mild necking. His daughter's stifled little squeals and gasps of excitement as the movie reached its powerful climax made him close his eyes and think of that plump red-haired waitress, Marian, who had hauled his ashes for the first time and taught him how thrilling it could be to thrust a hard prick deep into the tight moist soft cuntal sheath of a willing female. Damn it, he was getting horny all the time now without Helga. The two-timing bitch had really left him high and dry, to the point where he had actually gammed his own innocent little girl. He'd have to do something about getting Helga's replacement, even on a temporary basis, and damn fast before something far worse happened. Kristina was growing up much too fast. He glanced carefully towards her, and his eyes widened to notice, close up, how very mature she looked with her hair in this new, pretty style.
Alone in her bedroom, half an hour before midnight, Kristina was pensively undressing. She didn't feel sleepy at all. Mostly, it was worry about how sad and unhappy Daddy had looked tonight. She could tell he was just dreadfully ashamed for what he'd one last night, but she didn't really blame him. Things had been so strained and different since Mother had gone away. In a way, she wished he'd come in and visit with her right now and maybe tell her some of the things a grownup girl ought to know and what was wrong and what was right. Not that, up till now, she had thought very much about going out with any boy. But maybe, now that she had these cute new clothes and had changed her hairdo, she ought to start thinking about not playing ball and being just a playtime pal in the neighborhood.
She had just taken off her petticoat and reached back to unhook her bra, standing before her mirror in panties, garter belt, hose and pumps, when the door silently opened and Donald slipped in, closing and then locking the door behind him. He was wearing just his pajama pants and slippers, and he clutched something in his right hand as he stared hungrily at his half-naked younger sister.
Kristina whirled, eyes widening, a hand to her mouth and at once huddled her other arm over the delectable pink-sheened apple-firm rounds of her virgin tits. "Ohh! Donald Ainsley, you get out of my room, you horrid boy you-right this minute, or I'll tell Daddy!"
He shook his head, grinning nastily. "Uh uh, Krissie, I don't think you'll do that."
"Why not, I'd like to know?" she panted, shrinking back against the chiffonier, her face flooded with the blushes of outraged modesty.
He shrugged. "Oh, 'cause I saw how you and Dad carried on last night. And if you tell him I came in here now, I might just ask him why he pulled your pants off and then started kissin' that sexy little pussy of yours-he could get into awful trouble, doin' a thing like that!"
"Ohhhhhh!" she was scandalized into speechlessness, staring at him as if he were the devil incarnate.
" 'Course, if you act nice, I won't tell anybody, not even Dad," he slyly added with a salacious wink as he moved closer to the quivering, half-nude blonde youngster.
Not sure whether her father was actually going to do what he'd said, the ingenuous blonde teenager waited, glancing at her mirror and blushing vividly. If it hadn't been for the pigtails, she wouldn't have recognized herself in the lithe, provocatively accentuating bra and panty set, especially with those diaphanous nylons gracing her long lovely legs and the piquant, coquettish tabs of the garter belt clinging against the pink satiny smoothness of her thighs, So bemused was she, indeed, that she scarcely heard his soft knock at her door. David Ainsley entered and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened and the aching, gnawing torment of his prick was instantly redoubled as he saw the saucy jutting rounds of Kristina's succulent butt snugged out like a sheer second skin by the tight little white panties, then the pink flesh of her lithe young thighs flexing and quivering, as the rippling tremors of her virgin flesh traveled down her nylon-sheathed sinuous, agilely muscled calves.
She whirled, a hand at her throat, her mouth gaping in furious embarrassment to see him standing on the threshold staring fixedly at her. "Oh-D-Daddy-Iohhh!" she faintly gasped.
"It's all right, honey," he uttered an unconvincing chuckle. "Let's get this silly business over with, and then you can go to bed."
"You-you mean-you-you want toto sp-spank me, D-Daddy?" she stammered in a tremulous little voice.
David Ainsley's prick seemed to grow even more agonizedly rigid, and his balls ached with the torment of long-endured deprivation as he approached the scantily clad youngster. There was a buzzing in his ears. He seemed again to hear his wife's withering comment on how boring going to bed with him had been. In that instant, it was almost as if Helga herself stood before him in the privacy of her boudoir, denying him entry into it as into her tight, hot cunt. And so, with a stifled gasp of overwhelming lust, he seized his daughter's slim wrist and, moving quickly over to her bed, seated himself on the edge as he pulled the startled, incredulous blonde teenager over his lap.
"Oh please-no, d-don't-oh D-Daddy, I-I don't want you to!" she timidly protested, twisting her crimsoned face around to him, her long, nylon-sheathed legs sporadically kicking in the air as she tried to wriggle free.
The glossy sheen of her bare thighs above the gossamer nylons, the squirmings and contractions of her jouncy, panty-snugged behind, the delicious aura of feminine helplessness at bay, all combined to drive David Ainsley over the brink of propriety. His left arm curving round her slim waist, he ignored Kristina's now wistfully sobbing pleas as his eyes fixed on the impudently upreared globes of her well developed bottom. He pressed his right palm over the huddling cheeks as if to intimate to her that her plea for mercy had been rejected. Symbolically, just as Helga had rejected him, this became a kind of subconscious, vindictive vengeance born of lust.
"I'll count them for you, honey," his voice was tight and choked as the winsome, half-naked young girl continued to squirm and twist frantically over his lap. Tightening his grip round her waist, he raised his right hand and brought it down smartly on the very center of her right buttock. "That's one."
Donald Ainsley had gone to his room and got into his pajamas to be ready for bed. But, hearing noises from Kristina's adjoining room, he moved towards the little peephole in the wall and, holding his breath, stared avidly. He was just in time to see his father raise his hand for the second spank, then bring it down crisply on the girl's left bottom-cheek and call out, "That makes two, honey."
"Oh boy, I hope he takes her pants down," he muttered to himself, his left hand slipping to the fly of his pajama pants and drawing out his stiffening prick.
Oh this is just awful! I feel so ashamed, having Daddy see me undressed like this-and if Don ever finds out, he'll just about tease me to death-ouch, that hurt! I don't understand why Daddy looks so mad, as if I'd done something naughty-when he came in, he was staring at me as if he wanted to punish me good and hardooooooooh, that one stung lots! I don't want to cry, Don might hear me, but Daddy's so strong, he's holding me down so tight I can't get loose-ouch-and now his hand's pressing down on my butt where he just sp-spanked-and he's keeping it there-
Fists clenched, eyes misty with tears, face flaming, the honey-haired teenager stoically tightened all her muscles and tried to submit herself passively so it would be over the boner. Also, instinctively, she clenched her thighs together to try to diminish the immodest display she knew she was making of herself.
"That's five, honey, just eight more and one to grow on," David Ainsley declared, his voice curiously hoarsened and taut as his eyes laved the quivering, nubile body stretched across his lap. His prick had swollen enormously, and by now the reiterated aching torment was almost unbearable. And into his mind, too, there had come a sudden, startling recollection. Perhaps if he had done this to Helga, but for real, when she'd announced she was leaving him, he might have kept her.
His eye glued to the peephole, his left hand feverishly stroking his tautened prick, Kristine's brother followed this incredible scene with breathless suspense. He saw how his sister had crossed her slim ankles, and how her pretty new pumps were waggling nervously as she abandoned herself to this humiliating yet singularly titillating penance. For her father's right palm still continued to press down on the crevice between her saucily contoured butt cheeks, where it had last fallen, forcing her cuntal mound down against his lap till she could not help feeling the unusual protuberance which thrust up against the fly of his trousers towards her tender virgin cunt.
Why doesn't he get it over with-oh my gosh, he-he's feeling me up, yes he is-now his hand's rubbing over my h-hind end-oh I'm going to faint, I'm so embarrassed-and something-something's p-poking me between the legs-every time I move, I can feel it rub against my-my s-spot!
His face flushed, his temples pounding with the sudden swirling lust that his brooding memories of Helga and the sight of his budding daughter's provocative undress had aroused, David Ainsley lifted his right hand and delivered two sonorous smacks, one to the center of each tensing buttock. "Six and seven," he announced, his voice noticeably thick with his almost uncontrollable passion. Kristina gasped aloud at the sting and salacious sound of each harsh slap, and wriggled uneasily across his lap. For her sense of security, the posture of being over his lap and stretched out along the edge of the bed was relatively comforting, but it was also extremely disconcerting to her girlish modesty. For now, even as she shifted herself, she felt the unmistakable prodding of her father's rigid prick gouging against the soft plump mound of her virgin cunt which was concealed by only the thickness of the filmy nylon panties.
Nervously, she glanced back at him again, biting her lip to see that his right palm still lingered on the resilient left summit of her behind where it had last fallen. "Ohh g-gosh, Daddy!" she breathed, "this is just awful-please get it over with!"
"Don'tcha do it, Dad, whale her cute ass hard and pull her pants down," Donald Ainsley muttered to himself, breathing harshly now as his frigging fingers drew his pulsating prick towards the savage ecstasy of hot ejaculation.
David Ainsley's palm moved off his daughter's bottom, brushing down over the base to rest for an instant on her naked pink-sheened thigh. The contact was electrifying for him. His prick throbbed and jerked convulsively, and he blinked his eyes several times as the lewd images of sexual coercion leaped into his mind. Tightening his lips, he applied three quick but nonetheless briskly sonorous slaps all over the upturned, quivering butt, calling out, "Eight, nine and ten, Kristina."
"Oooh! Oh Daddy, it stings, it really does-please finish it!" she gasped, again glancing back at him, her little fists tightly clenched on each side of her crimsoned face.
"Oh come on, youngster," he desperately tried to bring levity into this nerve-wracking, prick-hardening scene, "it can't hurt all that much. If I really was going to punish you and spank hard, you'd know the difference. I'll bet your bottom isn't even red!"
"Oh it is, I know it is, Daddy," Kristina-ingenuously protested, feverishly rubbing her crossed ankles together and glancing back at him. Her nervous shiftings over his lap proved to be like a spark struck in dry straw. His aching prickhead rubbed vigorously against the plump fig of her virgin cunt, and the sensation finally overpowered his already wavering self-control.
"I'll prove you're wrong, Krissie," he said thickly, and, as his left arm increased its pinioning cling round her supple waist, he inserted his right hand under the waistband of the filmy panties and gave them a brisk downward tug.
Ohhhh he's pulling my panties down, he can see my bare seat! Oh, I'm so ashamed, I just want to die-oh how could Daddy do such an awful thing to me-I'm too old to be spanked anyhow, and now-ohhhh, he's pulled them down to my ankles, and he's got his big hand right on my b-bare s-seat! Oh I'm going to cry in a second, I feel so awful, I don't dare move, 'cause it r-rubs my s-spot when I do right over his lap-
"Gosh! He went and did it!" Donald Ainsley panted to himself. Pinching the reddened glans of his tortured prick with left thumb and forefinger, he stared incredulously at his sister's squirming, huddling, vividly reddened naked ass.
"Why, it's only a little pink, honey, that's all. Now I'll give you the last spanks, and it'll be over," her father announced. Lifting his right hand, he dealt her wriggling bare bottom three quick noisy slaps, then, lifting his hand again and halting it a moment, descended it right over the sinuous, shadowy crevice between her crimsoned butt cheeks. "And one to grow on. There, now, it's all over."
"Oww-ouu-oohh! Ohh D-Daddy, it hurts, it does-oh you were mean to me, I'm so ashamed!" Kristina looked round, tears running down her flushed cheeks. Actually, the spanking didn't hurt too much, it was true, but her immature feminine nerves were frayed by the prolongation of this childish ritual and then the shocking, unexpected descent of her last veil of virginal modesty. She plunged both hands back to her naked ass, sniffling dolefully, kicking up one pumpshod foot, then digging the toe back down into the covers of the bed.
"I'm sorry, kitten, I'll kiss it and make it well," David Ainsley said contritely, keeping his left arm clinging round her bare waist. Then, to Kristina's utter consternation, he bent his head and pressed his lips along the sinuous rosy-ambery groove between her smarting, reddened satiny butt cheeks.
Ooooohhh, he-he's kissing my s seat-it feels so funny, it tickles, I'm getting the funniest feeling in my little sp-spot-it's as if I had to go to the bathroom and make peepee-my spot's getting wet, and it tickles and I can't hold still, I have to wiggle over Daddy's lap-ohh my, I can feel something big and hard rubbing right against my s-spot-whatever is it?
"Wh-what do you mean?" she quavered in a tiny, fearful voice.
"Don't get scared, I don't wanna give you your birthday swats-Dad did a good enough job on that," he snickered. "I just want to cuddle and feel you up some, 'n kiss'n pet, see?"
"Ohh! B-but I'm your own sister! That-that's awful, to think about a thing like that!" she breathed, the blushes spreading now to her dainty little ears as her arm protectively tightened over her tumultuously heaving tits.
"You're a square, Krissie! Long as I don't get you in trouble, it won't do any harm at all, and you'll sure have lots of fun. Why, Jack Murview over at school, he's a junior, and he and his sister even fuck and nobody knows about it."
"F-fuck?" she echoed, her eyes huge and questioning.
"Yeah!" he murmured huskily. "You mean you don't know what that is, Krissie? Hell, I thought for sure Dad was going to do it to you last night when he took your pants off and started fooling around. If you'd seen how big his cock was, you sure as hell would have figured he'd do it to you, too!"
"Ohh-you-don't you say nasty things about Daddy-you're just mean, you always have been to me, and you know it, Donald Ainsley," Kristina valiantly defended her father.
"Okay, okay," he hastily amended, moving still closer to her and forcing a wheedling smile to his smirking face. "I like Dad as much as you do. Only, you're so cute'n sexy, I wanna show you how to have some fun. And I know what to do, so you won't get into any trouble. Now if you played around with some guy at school, you might get a baby or something, see? But you and I can have a swell time, and it won't hurt a thing."
"I-I don't know what you-you want to do to me," she quavered.
"C'mon, let's lie down on the bed and I'll kiss'n feel you up. You know," he bragged, "I already fucked a girl, and she wasn't half as pretty as you are, Krissie, that's a fact."
"Wh-who do you mean?"
"Oh, old June Tomlinson, that's who. Cy and I, we both fucked her just last Saturday, and that's a fact, Krissie. Wanna see what it's like, huh?"
As she stared incredulously at him, her eyes fell on the stiff projection at the fly of his pajama pants, for Donald Ainsley was in ferocious erection by now. Intercepting her glance, he looked down at himself, then nodded with a leer: "Yeah, betcha I'm as big as Dad is. Wanna have me show you?"
"Ohhhh! That-that's d-dirty-" her voice was choked and trembling.
"Aw, c'mon now, what's dirty about it?" he grumbled defensively. "You didn't gripe, I noticed, when Dad's cock was big as a tentpole rubbing your cute little pussy last night-"
"You-how-how could you see and know all this, Donald Ainsley?" she suddenly gasped, as the belated reaction of recognition slashed through her ingenuous mind.
"There's a crack in the wall, goes through my room and yours, that's how, Krissie. I've seen you lots of times peeled down like you are now."
"Ohh, you-you-" she burst into sudden hysterical tears and struck out at him with her free hand. Agilely, he grasped her wrist and pulled her up against him, his left arm clamping round her satiny smooth waist, then bent his head and kissed her on her left nipple, taking the dainty coral tidbit into his mouth and sucking at it.
"Stop that-I don't want you to-oh, you awful, hateful boy you! You go away right now, you hear?" she sobbed, trying to wrest herself free and slapping at him. But Donald Ainsley was so feverishly aroused by the feel of his sister's naked flesh that all moral scruples had been dispersed. Thrusting his right hand's contents into the pocket of his pajama pants, he used both hands to grip her wrists and pull her onto the bed.
"Noo-stop it-let go of me-I'll scream, Daddy'll hear," she gasped as she tried to jerk her wrists free and wriggle off the bed.
Shifting his hold of her wrists to his left hand, delving into his pocket to remove the object he had concealed and to shove it under her pillow, Donald Ainsley now yanked down his pajama pants, tugged them off and flung them onto the floor, and Kristina's eyes fixed on the rigid, taut-skinned projection of his furiously swollen young prick. Her mouth gaped in stupefaction at what seemed to her to be its enormity and its pulsating life, particularly in the throbbing, angrily reddened glans.
"It-it's so-b-big!" she whispered, awestricken in this her first awareness of the male sexual weapon.
"Sure it is, Krissie, June liked it lots and you will too. Now quit fightin' me, I won't hurt you, honest. Just lie back 'n lemme feel you up and kiss you, the way I did June. like I said, you're lots cuter than that old bag," he wheedled.
Panting, trembling violently, lying on her back, her apple-firm tits rising and falling with erratic rhythm, her honey-gold hair spread out on the pillow like a silken mantle, Kristina indeed looked far older than her just-reached thirteen years. Crouching on his knees over her, his hands still gripping her wrists, he bent down and kissed her other nipple, this time flicking the tip of his tongue against the sensitive coral nugget.
"Oooh-d-don't-please-you-you have to get out of here-if-if baddy heard you and came in, I-I'd just die," she pleaded, but in a husky, tremulous whisper that already told her precociously oversexed brother that she was not about to shriek for help and precipitate a violent domestic scene.
"He won't, he's asleep-I heard him snoring downstairs before I came in here, Krissie. Now, you gonna be a nice girl 'n lemme show you how much fun we can have? I promise I won't hurt you, and I'll teach you what it's all about, see?" he cajoled. Then again, putting his lips to her left nipple, he sucked at it, flicked it with his tongue, and lightly nibbled at it with his teeth.
Oh this is just awful-whatever am I going to do? I don't want Daddy to know awful licking-but if I don't, he says he'll tell Daddy what he saw him-us-d-do last night-oh golly, I don't know what to do-and-and he hasn't hurt me yet-it felt so funny when he-he put his mouth on my bare bobbies-and I can see that great big red thing sticking up between his legs-I never knew boys' things were that way-ohhh, now he's kissing my tummy-my own brother-what did he shove under my pillow, I wonder-oooh, his-his b-big t-thing is shaking and moving every time he moves over me-it's so long and hard and red-
"Now, does that hurt, Krissie?" her brother hoarsely demanded as he raised his head to stare at her flushed, contorted face, still pinning both her wrists beyond her head.
"N-no-" she grudgingly admitted, her face flooded with scarlet and her eyes averted, "but I don't want you to be here-"
"Can that crap, Sis," he impatiently broke in, "'less you wanna have me tell Dad what I saw you both doing, see? Now if you act nice, I'll show you how we can have some real hot fun. And I toldja, I won't hurt you. Well, you gonna do what I want or do I tell Dad and maybe the kids at school?"
Oh this is just terrible! I'd just die if anybody knew what Daddy did to me last night! And Donald's so nasty, I know, I just know he'd blab-I guess I have to do what he wants, but I'm sort of scared-he acts so fierce and mean now-just the way Daddy did when he was sp-spanking me and then-ohhh, Donald's thing is getting ever so much bigger-I can't believe it-I didn't think he went out with girls yet and I wonder what it was he did with that June Tomlinson-
"Well?" he repeated. "You gonna be nice and lemme show you, or do I tell?" I-I guess I better let him-oh that awful boy, to look through a crack in the wall and watch me take my clothes off-but if he did that, he must have seen Daddy spank and-and kiss me-d-down there-oh Lordie, I better let him do what he wants-and-and anyhow, maybe I can find out why Daddy wanted to treat me like that-
"All-all right," she closed her eyes and nodded faintly. "Only, don't h-hurt me, Donald. I ... I'm just a girl, and you're older'n I am."
"Sure, Krissie," he hoarsely acquiesced, "I'll make it real nice for you, you'll see. Now lift your butt up so I can slip your pants off."
"Ohh!" Her eyes opened, very wide and frantic. "Do-do you have to?"
"Sure I do, Krissie, if I'm gonna fuck you, I hafta get my cock in yer cute pussy, see? C'mon, you promised!" he urged.
Biting her lips, closing her eyes again, the half nude teenager mutely and docilely arched up her bottom, and Donald Ainsley, with trembling fingers, snugged down the little white nylon panties and drew them off her pumpshod feet. Then, almost as an afterthought, he removed the pumps and dropped them gently to the floor, leaving his blonde nubile sister in the provocative bed-costume of garter belt and nylon hose.
His eyes at once devoured the soft pink conch-shell of her virgin cunt. "Jeez, Krissie, you got the sweetest pussy-honest, it's cuter'n June's," he thickly muttered.
"Did you like what Dad did to you last night, huh, Krissie?" he now demanded. Twisting her scarlet face to one side, covering it with a trembling hand, the naked young girl gasped, "Oh, pi-please, D-Donald, do what you want-and-and don't talk like that-please-"
"Okay, you liked it, you know you did, baby," he grinned wolfishly. "Anyhow, I'm gonna do it too, work'n get your pussy all hot for a fuckin', see?" With this, emulating his father, the lanky youth bowed his head, his hands gripping Kristina's nylon-sheathed knees to keep them widely parted and prevent her remonstrance, and then applied a long smacking kiss on her quivering pink cuntal lips.
"Ooooh!" she gasped, unable to prevent the sporadic jerking of her lithe hips as the salacious kiss suddenly wakened the vague, tantalizing sensations which had so dazed her last night as to harbor no hostility towards her passion-driven father.
"Just relax, Krissie, you're gonna love it, watch'n see," the grinning boy boastfully predicted. His prick bobbed and jerked, tilting up, its reddened glans swollen and exacerbated as his gloating, triumphant knowledge that his young sister had capitulated to his lusts titillated all his precociously keened sensuality. It had been much too quick and furtive with June. This would be unspeakably more exciting and prolonged, he resolved.
Once again, his mouth fused on her cuntal core, sucking at the pouting, delicately formed lips of her maiden vulva, as his hands glided up and down her quivering long sleek thighs, caressing their lower columns and reveling in the sensuous feel of the sheer clinging nylon, ascending to the soft slightly moist quivering satiny in-sides.
Oh my goodness, I can't believe how-how g-gentle Donald's being to me-my own brother k-kissing my p-pussy and-and feeling my I-legs-ohhh, I've got the funniest tickling between my legs, even more than with D-Daddy-what does it all mean? I-I don't think I ought to be letting my own brother do-do things like this to me-b-but I can't help it-I don't want him to blab about Daddy and me or worry poor Daddy by saying he was peeking in on us-oooh, besides-it-it feels so funny, all over ... my ... boobies ... a ... are starting to tickle, too, r-right at the tips-oh my gracious, now he's putting his tongue into my pussy-
"Oh don't do that, Donald-oh my Lordie-oooh!" she squealed, as his rapacious young tongue goaded the urethral slit, then nudged the tiny little bud of her clitoris. Her knees rose up, spreading widely, and she thrust down one soft trembling hand towards his head to restrain his obscene yet strangely stirring brotherly homage to her tender virgin cunt.
"Shh, don't yell like that, you'll wake
Dad," her brother cautioned, with a nervous glance toward the locked door. "Now, it's not hurtin' you any, is it?"
"N-n-b-but you oughtn't-oh, I feel so ashamed, letting you g-get in bed with me all n-naked-oh Donald, that's enough now, please go-go away, please?"
"Uh uh," he grinned maliciously, his face reddened, his prick throbbing ferociously. "Not till you lemme fuck your pussy with my cock. Then I'll go, okay?"
"I-I don't kn-know what you mean by f-f-fuck-" she quavered, lowering her eyes as new, even more furious blushes suffused her charmingly distraught face. Her soft little hand had edged over the moist twitching grotto of her cunt to fend off his further audacities, her other arm still covering her face to hide herself in her genuine virginal shame and embarrassment.
"That's what I'm gonna show you, Krissie. Only you gotta be worked up more, any guy who goes with a broad knows that," Donald Ainsley bragged out of his one-time wisdom.
Then, crawling forward a little astride her, and bending his head down to mouth her nipples, he ordered, "Now, stick out your hand and have a good feel of my cock, Krissie, so you know what it's like!"
Still keeping one arm covering her blushing face, the petty, naked youngster reached her other hand out gingerly to encounter the hot rigidity of his prick, and instantly gasped, "Oh my! It's so big-and it-it jumps around when I touch it!"
"Yeah," he gritted his teeth, "that's 'cause I wanna fuck your pussy so bad, Krissie, just the way I'll bet Dad did last night!"
"Ohhh!" she lifted her head, consternated, "you-you mustn't say awful things like that, D-Donald! that's not right!"
"Well, I betcha it's true. Hey, if you don't believe me, ask him yourself," he slyly insinuated, then again began to kiss and suck her panting apple-round tits, his hands cupping their undercurves to feed them to his avid lips. "G'wan, squeeze and rub my cock some, Krissie, till I tell you to stop! You gettin' hot any now?"
The scarlet-faced naked blonde teenager did not know what to reply. Coerced by fear of her brother's artful blackmail but also as much as by a mountingly feverish curiosity to learn the meaning of her inexplicable submission to her father's startling overtures, Kristina had indeed begun to shiver and quiver as her brother's lips and hands stirred new sensations in her virgin, not yet awakened flesh.
As his lips continued to brush over her panting young tits and chest and waist, Kristina clutched her brother's prick, spanning it with her palm, then gingerly lowering her little hand, her fingertips convulsively pressing it and thereby learning its taut, bulging, hot dimensions. With a groan, Donald twisted himself away, panting, "That's enough now! Now I'm gonna fuck your pussy good, honey!"
Reaching under the pillow, he drew out a glossy white condom, which he had come upon some weeks ago in their father's study desk, and began to fit it along his aching prick, while Kristina, her face lifted, stared incredulously. "W-what's that?" she at last timidly asked.
"Boy, are you square, Krissie! That's so's when I fuck your pussy, you won't get a baby or anything, see? Now I'm gonna get on top of you and push it into your cute pussy. You put your arms and legs around me and hold on tight, get it?"
She had gone too far across her Rubicon of carnal initiation to turn back now, and so she nodded, twisting her face quickly to one side and closing her eyes. Slowly, Donald lowered himself over her, and she felt the sheathed rigidity of his prick prodding against the soft pink entryway of her maiden cunthole. "Ooooh!" she gasped, as a feverish tickling attacked the twitching lips of her besieged young cunt. Suddenly afraid and yet at the same time secretly eager to learn what these incredible new feelings portended, she locked her arms round her brother's wiry shoulders, her stockinged heels stiffening and digging against the rumpled covers of her bed as she readied herself for the unknown.
"Now it shouldn't hurt much, honest-you never did this before, didja, Krissie?" he whispered, a flicker of remorse stirring in him at the last rational moment.
"Nooo! Of course I haven't you big stupid-ohhh-ohhh-you-I can feel your pushing-it-it into mee-ooooh, Donald, it does hurt, just a little-oh my goodness-ahhh-Donald-no, I don't want you to-please-ohhh, stop-"
Her voice rose shrilly as she felt his prickhead rasp against the thin, resisting membrane of her young cherry, and she stiffened, now more fearful than curious. But her brother clamped his palm over her mouth and hissed, "I'll do it quick, then it'll be fine, you'll see, honey-now don't yell, or Dad'll hear-I'm gonna do it now, honey-there-ahh-ohh, Gawd, I can feel it goin' into your tight hot li'l pussy Krissie honey-ohh, is it ever good!"
Thanks to Kristina's athletic prowess as a tomboy, her hymen had been pierced at Donald's first energetic thrust. Now only a sudden fierce little twinge of pain accompanied her transition from innocent girlhood to unvirgined female. As she felt her brother's prick gouge inside her to the very hilt, she had uttered a stifled little cry, her eyes opening and fixing questioningly on his contorted, flushed face. Her fingernails dug spasmodically into his sinewy shoulders, and then, as if tutored by age-old instinct, her stockinged legs had flung round his flexing thighs as she arched to him, all her being concentrated on the blazing new sensation that had penetrated her innermost vitals and taught her at last what fucking was.
Ohhh Donald's t-thing is all the way inside my pussy-now I know what Mother meant when she said she wanted me to grow up and be a woman 'cause I am now-oh, is this what Daddy really wanted to do to me last night? I do so wish it had been his c-cock inside my little pussy, oh yes I do-but I don't dare tell him or Donald either! Ooooh, it-it doesn't hurt so much now, and I can feel Donald shoving back and forth inside of my pussy, and his hands are squeezing my boobies-and now he's kissing me on the mouth-oh, my, he's so excited, and he's swinging himself up and down on me, I can feel and see him-oooooh, it tickles so inside my pussy, I just can't stand it-he's pushing in and out of me so fast it takes my breath away-
Donald Ainsley's hands had slipped under his sister's jouncy pink-satiny bottom as, gripping the palpitating, resilient cheeks, he steered himself furiously back and forth with long hard thrusts, grinding his teeth to hold back the savage, bubbling waves of cum all he could. His mouth came down hard on hers, and Kristina moaned, arching to him as her young senses began to swirl into utter chaotic abandon. Her dainty coral nipples had hardened and darkened with her first tumescence. Now they scraped his heaving chest as he hastened his fucking pace, casting all concern for her to the winds. Then, with a sobbing cry, he felt himself explode deep inside her churning sheath, and lay sprawled over her, mashing down her panting firm tits with his shuddering chest.
Kristina whimpered softly. She had no more control over her young flesh. Churning tides, glowing and clamorous, seethed inside her deflorated cunt, and her buttocks rubbed to and fro against the bedcovers, black spots danced before her dilated, humid eyes. She was hardly conscious that her long, lovely, nylon-sheathed legs were tightly wrapped round his bottom, or that her fingernails had scraped his shoulder blades nearly raw in that frenetic moment of volcanic release when orgasm had come upon her and made her, indeed, the woman Helga Ainsley had predicted she would be. But even her own doting mother couldn't have dreamed that it would take place just one day after that fateful birthday package!
"Ohhh, Jeez, you were terrific, Krissie honey," vaguely, as in a dream, she heard her brother gasp. She felt him pull out of her, and the aching voice inside her twitching young cunt seemed suddenly torturing, as if she longed to remain in that exquisite, salacious state of carnal cohesion with his hard young prick burrowed to its utmost deep inside her quaking cuntal sheath.
He knelt up, staring hungrily down at her still quivering naked body, accentuated in that delightful nubile satiny pinkness by the garter belt and nylons. "See? Wasn't it nice for you, Krissie?" he anxiously demanded, suddenly contrite to see the slight smear of hymeneal blood which signified her maiden loss.
Kristina couldn't trust herself to speak.
There were too many thoughts and emotions coursing through her wakened psyche. In reaction, she burst into muffled sobs, turning her face to one side, then suddenly covering her cunt with a trembling hand.
"I'll sponge you off, it'll be okay, honey," he worriedly offered, getting off the bed and hurrying to her bathroom to dampen a hand towel and gently mop her cunt.
"Sure you're okay, Krissie?" he lingered, now rueful, as if to verify the Latin proverb that after coitus, all animals are sad. But perhaps, aware of the enormity of his act in fucking his own young sister, he was apprehensive that she might denounce his act to their father.
"Uh huh," she nodded wanly. "Just you go, Donald. Please. I-I won't tell Daddy, you don't have to worry any."
"Yeah-thanks, honey. Gee, I'll make it up to you. You were swell, lots better'n June, honest. Well, see you tomorrow, huh, Sis?" Carefully unlocking the door and opening it to peer warily down the darkened hallway, he crept back to his own room.
In the darkness, her naked body still quivering from sensual aftermath, Kristina Ainsley sighed disconsolately, put her soft hand to her cunt and began to stroke it lightly, as if trying to determine whether what had happened had noticeably altered her. The delicious tickling sensation gradually returned, and she spread her thighs, raised her knees, closed her eyes, as she whispered to herself, "Ooooh, it feels so nice-oh, Daddy, I wished you'd done it to me instead of Donald-oh, Daddy darling, maybe doing it to me'd have made you happier!"