Dirty Little Sister

Life was sublime.  I was sixteen, horny and dying to cum almost every hour on the hour.  What's more, I got to fulfill my basest desires almost as often as I felt them because I had a perverted little sister whose capacity for disgusting and degrading acts was matched only by her insatiable libido and her love of drinking my cum.

I mean seriously – how can it get any better than that?  There's no high-maintenance girlfriend I have to sweet talk into sucking me off, and if I need pussy at three in the morning she lives just down the hallway.  I had it pretty good, even if she did make me do some rather extreme things – but even then, it was fun because I loved to please her.  I loved to see her gasp in awe as I did the next horrendous thing that she decreed.  I suppose I was more in her control than she was in mine, but the arrangement suited us - there was a certain degree of reciprocation.  She was the creative one and I had the stamina.

Nevertheless, Charlotte was a whore of the finest caliber:  there was nothing she wouldn't stuff in her mouth or ass, although even she had limits.  In everything we did, she never once let me put anything more than a fingertip into her cunt.

I had to admire that, in a way.  She would suck a dog's prick 'till it gushed cum all over her face, she would gulp piss like it was Pepsi (or vice versa – I never could tell), and her desire for bathing in enema-backwash was simply shocking.  But, she never let me fuck her.

I always assumed she had her reasons and didn't pry, because I loved my little sister.  She was thirteen and looked every day of… eleven.  She was a touch on the chubby side, but that just made her even sexier to my mind because she was also short and the two made her look so vulnerable and innocent.  I knew the truth, though.  She was a slut and a monster.  She could imagine acts of extreme depravity that would make grown men heave, and then she could carry them out with a girlish giggle and a lick of the lips.

The cool thing was:  she was my little monster.  She was as devoted to me as I was to her.  I could see it in her eyes when she bathed her tongue in my sperm, or when she wanked off Kip the dog for my amusement – just to let me see him spurt gobs of his thick, gooey semen all over her pussy and tummy.

One day, I saw a new twinkle in her eye at breakfast.  She waited to talk to me about the idea she had dreamed up until our parents were out of the room.

"I didn't think of this before because we're out of school, but do you remember Vicki?"  She whispered in a secretive tone.  I nodded – of course I knew Vicki.  She and Char hung out at school most of the time.   I didn't pay much attention to her, though, because she was a bit 'beneath me' being a Year Seven girl whereas I was going into Year Eleven.  Well, I suppose she'd be in Year Eight next year, like Char, but still – that didn't mean we ran in the same social circles.

"She quite fancies you," Char said with a little giggle.  I knew this was more than just girlish gossip, because I was starting to see how Char's twisted mind worked:  everything had a potentially sexual purpose and you knew she was scanning around all the time for something else to bring into our heathen sex-play.  "She doesn't have a boyfriend, you know," she added offhandedly.

Now, the usual interpretation of this conversation by an independent observer would be that my kid sister was trying to set me up with a date.  I knew better:  Char didn't want Vicki for me - she wanted Vicki for US.  I could tell I was going to be the bait to lure this pure, innocent girl into Charlotte's perverted clutches.

Excellent!

I played hard to get, but really my cock was hardening at the mere thought of twisting and violating Char's sweet little friend.  I had to admit, she was a lot hotter to look at than my sister – the girl actually had boobs, for one thing.  She also was a lot slimmer and a bit taller.  She almost always wore her blond hair in these cute little pigtails, too. 

"I don't know, sis.  Why would I want anyone else?  You're all I want," I told her earnestly. 

She cocked an eyebrow at me.  "ALL you want?  Haven't you figured out that you that you always have to want MORE for it ever to be enough?  You're thinking too small – wouldn't you want both of us?  She's a virgin, too.  Maybe I'll make you take her virginity first to see if I want you to take mine.  She's really shy - It'd be great fun to watch her squirm and wriggle before she gives in and turns into a total slut.  Don't you want another slut to play with?"

I laughed.  She had me sold before she even began and now I had a painful erection to deal with.  I guess I should have shut up in the first place.  "OK, but let's be honest:  you're the one who wants another slut to play with."  I grinned at her.

She stood up and came behind me and gave me a big hug.  She licked my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.  "Yes, I do.  Then I'll have a complete set – a boyslut and a girlslut.  Then I can watch you two doing it or I can have you both do me – or Kip, or Shelly, or someone else altogether.  There are just so many possibilities!"

As she whispered her honeyed words into my ear, her hand strayed down and lightly brushed the tip and underside of my cock through the baggy nylon shorts I was wearing.  I gasped in pleasure both at what she was saying and what she was doing, then she quietly slipped away and I heard her, moments later, placing a phone call.  The reality of what was happening roused me from the sexual daze I was experiencing.

I finished my breakfast and gulped down a cup of coffee, hoping that the stimulant would redirect some blood flow and let my cock drop enough that I wouldn't herniate myself when I stood up.

Char called her friend and made some innocent arrangements.  It was getting closer to the start of the school year and so it was probably a reasonable time to get reconnected with friends.  We lived a little far from the school and so there weren't many kids around us in the area.  If we wanted to see friends we usually had to go out of our way, so this wasn't anything out of the ordinary.  Our Dad – the eternal wage-slave – was out of the house by about eight and Mom was heading into town to do some shopping.  We had a close call when she insisted that I go along with her because I needed new trousers for school.

Char pulled my ass out of fire by insisting that I stay and babysit the two of them.  Mom wasn't exactly convinced, but when Char suggested that she and Vicki might take the dogs out in the park, Mom blanched and changed her mind.  The park was of course perfectly safe, but there were so many dark areas amid the thick trees that one could imagine child molesters lurking all over the place if your imagination was active enough.  Mom's was.  I got to stay.

Ironically, I WAS the child molester in this scenario, so I suppose our mother's fears were not totally unfounded. 

Vicki was going to come over in about an hour, so Char and I had plenty of time to plan and scheme after our mother departed for the day.

"How are we going to do it?"  Char asked, excited.  She was nearly hopping with glee in front of me as I sat at the kitchen table calmly swilling down more coffee.

"You don't know?  I thought you had it all worked out in your sneaky little brain, or in your vulva at least, perv!"  I groped her soft pubic mound and made little circles around her clit.  She didn't pull back, but just lifted her skirt and let me fondle her.  It gave her inspiration, evidently.

She pondered it out loud, grinding her cunt against my hand.  "Well, Vicki thinks you kind of like her.  That's what I told her – said you were asking about her - so she wants to come over and just hang out for a bit and be around you.  I don't know what she might have in mind, but I think it will just be a look-n-giggle event at first.  You know – she just wants to see and be seen.  We'll know better when we see how she's dressed."  It was summer, so there were lots of good options for flirty clothing.

Char had a good head on her shoulders.  Speaking of good head, I knelt down in front of her and started kissing her mound through her plain cotton panties.  She sighed in appreciation and opened her legs, leaning back on the table a bit.

"That's good.  Maybe you should just sweep her up and do that to her.  Mmmm.  Maybe that would be a bit much.  She wouldn't go for it while I was here, anyway.  I should leave you two alone for a bit – walk the dogs for twenty minutes, perhaps?"  She lounged back further, just enjoying the sensation and her own lewd thoughts.

I pulled her panties down and off.  She spread her legs, wrapping one around my neck.  I slithered my tongue up and down her crack, and then started wiggling it back and forth over her clit.

"Ohh yeah, Andy, that's right – eat me out.  You're getting me all wet!"  She was right.  Her hot little pussy was glistening.  I slipped my tongue in and scooped some of her delicious juices out, savoring the rich flavor.  "I'd love to watch you get Vicki wet like this.  I can just imagine her gasping and pulling your face into her muff at the same time as she whines 'no, please'," Char said with a laugh.  She imitated Vicki's voice:  plaintive, yet oozing with reluctant pleasure.

I lashed Char's clit with my tongue, rewarding her for the wonderful image that she'd given me.  Truly, the mind is the greatest sex organ!  I could almost see the slim, sexy little bitch squirming and clutching at me – sometimes pushing me back and sometimes grinding my face harder onto her fuzzy, sweet mound.

Suddenly, Char sat up breaking the spell.  "Wet!  Get her wet!"  She hopped down off the table and retrieved her panties from the floor.  As she stooped, she kissed me deeply, enjoying the taste of herself on my face. 

"Later, OK?  We'll both do her, and I want her eating my pussy by the end of the day," she said, catching her breath as she realized what she was saying – how wild and taboo a thing she wanted to experience with her friend of at least two years.

She looked momentarily ashamed.  "Is it bad for me to say that?"  She looked a bit conflicted for a second, in an uncharacteristic show of trepidation.

"Yes, you disgusting lesbian!"  I teased.  A wicked grin crossed her face and she grabbed my chin.  She leaned over and licked my face and my lips with long, wet strokes, then pulled back and let me go with a shove.  Her smile was cruel.

 

"Clean yourself up!  I don't want her tasting my cunt on your breath when you give her the romantic first kiss she's always wanted." 

Char got up and pulled her underwear back on.  "I think I have the setup.  You need to get your shirt off and do something in the back garden – like mow the lawn.  Have a hosepipe out, and ready.  I'll get Vicki to squirt you with a water pistol so you can soak her with the hose!  Then I get her some spare clothes while we stick hers in the dryer.  Nothing I wear really fits her, so I'll loan her something revealing.  You give her a drink and I'll take the dogs out – or at least pretend to.  The rest, we'll just play by ear.  At least, we might get her really wanting to try it all again sometime."

I smiled in admiration at her Machiavellian plot.  "Why don't you hang out in your room for a while first and talk dirty for a bit – you know, how you girls do," I suggested.  "You could leave something kinky out for her to notice and think about.  You got any pornos?  Or maybe that butt plug."

Char considered it and a sly smirk crossed her face.  "Yeah," she said thoughtfully.  "I have something.  Just the thing, in fact."  She leered at me.

Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow.  Char just turned and went to her room.  I had a feeling Vicki wasn't the only one being manipulated, here.  The thought sent a wave of lustful fire through me.  For some reason, I was starting to really love it when my little sister – over whom I'd lorded my superiority for most of our lives – finally got the upper hand and left me vulnerable and exposed.  Maybe it was the novelty of it, but the act of submitting to her whim was extremely exciting.  I think it was the thrill of it – by letting someone else be in control, ANTYHING could happen and the adrenaline generated by risk heightened the senses immensely.  It wasn't fear, really – no, it was all about trust.  I trusted her because she'd shown me the way to really push the boundaries of sex, of life.

In a sense, this weak little child had become my leader, and like a good trooper I was willing to do anything for her because she had, more than anyone else, shown me what I could do and what I could be.  She alone knew what I was capable of, and showed me glorious appreciation for what I did.

Hadn't thousands of men given their lives for the beauty of Helen of Troy?  Why shouldn't I devote mine to my sister?  There is no better bond than blood.

My ruminations had me all fired up.  As I stood there in the kitchen I felt like a man on a mission, and that mission was to seduce and fuck the living shit out of cute little Victoria Moon.  I had no idea how, but I was confident that my pervert-in-chief would find a way.

I threw my shirt on one of the deck chairs on our small patio and went into the garage to find the hose, the new nozzle Dad had bought last week – one with a trigger grip – and the ancient Qualcast lawnmower, may its rusted soul rot forever in Hell.  I swear that it took half a can of WD-40 to even get the roller drum turning. 

I found Dad's grease gun and tried lubricating the grease nipples (yeah, that's really what they're called), but all I got was mucky.  Eventually, brute force and a twenty-two ounce ball-peen hammer loosened the sucker.  I'd worked up quite a sweat by the time I started mowing.  After a couple of good passes, it was clear that the blades were dull as fuck, so I stopped.  I got the hose out and ready, not knowing that Vicki and Char were already somewhere hiding behind some curtains watching me.  I tried a few more pushes on the old mower and gradually its mechanism loosened up.  Now, England isn't Bombay, even though our best food is Indian - our weather is more Icelandic.  Still, this was a good day in the North East and it must have been up over eighty Fahrenheit - in a back garden with tall brick walls about it.  I was getting pretty sweaty.  I had no idea how this was supposed to help Vicki find me attractive, but I trusted Char.

In retrospect, my lithe teenage body must have looked pretty good to the two thirteen year old girls drooling over me.  I had some muscles, and all that physical labor was ensuring I flexed them often enough.  Quite apart from the fact that my nylon basketball shorts were sagging low and the black polypropylene hiker's underwear I was wearing like ultra-tight boxers beneath must have been showing more than I intended, I was smeared in grease and sweat looking like some nubile primitive to my two hidden voyeurs.

It was evidently enough.  Vicki took the bait and came out with Char, both of them toting super-soakers.

"Hi Andy," Char called.  "You look like you need to cool off."  And with no further ado, the little bitches opened up on me.  I grabbed the primed hose and had my drenching revenge.  All going to plan, it seemed.  There were squeals and hoots, and I had to admit that Vicki looked awfully cute in her thin white cutoff top, especially when I entered her into my wet tee shirt contest.  She had on no bra, obviously, and her little-fingertip sized nipples immediately leapt forth in spectacular Technicolor.  When I saw that, I knew this girl was craving the cock!

I made sure to hose down Vicki's tight white shorts, turning them virtually transparent and revealing the sexy little pink thong she was wearing underneath.  Char got a soaking, too, and I chased the girls off the patio squealing and laughing.  They retreated to Char's room, and about five minutes later my sister came down and started up the dryer, winking at me to continue to play my part.

I came in and dumped my own clothes in the dryer, too.  Char scuttled off ahead of me, wearing only a sweatshirt that did a very poor job of covering her naked ass.  I guessed she wasn't going to walk the dogs now.  I took her state of undress as a sign that she expected things to go a little faster than originally planned.  I paraded naked upstairs, grumbling about 'immature little kids', pretending not to notice the two silhouettes in the crack between door and frame as they watched me go to my room.  I was lucky to make most of the trip with my back facing them because my erection was quite significant by the time I arrived.  Their excited laughter was not unwelcome, nor was it very well restrained.

I donned a robe and turned around, heading downstairs for the liquor cabinet in the front room.  I grabbed a glass and half-filled it with pop.  The other half I filled with some random dribs and drabs from various bottles so as not to attract my parents' attention.  I switched on the TV and flopped down on the couch.  Now it was all up to Char!

It didn't take long.  The girls came giggling downstairs pretty soon after.  They came in.   Char still had on the sweatshirt that only just reached down past her crotch when standing still, so that it gave the appearance that she at least intended to cover up.  Vicki was wearing a long tee shirt that did a better job of covering her, but it was still easy to see her outline through the thin material, especially as the two stood facing me, their backs to the sunny window.  Vicki was nervously twisting in place and grinning shyly, giving me a wonderful glimpse of her perky little tits through the pale shirt.  She stood with her legs just a little apart, and though the shirt came down to her mid thigh, I could see the light peeking through that most wonderful diamond-shaped gap between her legs where her gorgeous little pussy resided.  In her girlish pigtails she looked the very image of a cute little angel, adorned with all the beautiful features of womanhood.

There was no sign of the pink triangle of her thong, but that didn't mean it wasn't there – not for certain.  I still felt very hopeful, given the situation.  The absence of underwear was a critical thing.  If she had none on, it meant quite clearly that she wanted sex.  A skimpy little thing like that thong would dry out almost immediately, and a girl who wasn't sure she wanted it would definitely have left it on.

Char spoke up.  "Andy, we're sorry.  We didn't mean to mess with you.  Truce, OK?"

I grinned.  "Yeah, OK.  I guess I owe you that at least – I got you both pretty good.  Hey, you want to watch something?"

They eagerly nodded and slipped onto the couch.  I hopped up and said, "You want some pop?"  They nodded.  I could see Vicki's eyes stray down to my crotch.  The robe was just a little open and while I didn't have a hard-on at that second, my cock was still swollen and heavy.  Char was studying Vicki and smiled to see her attention.  I walked out to fetch some glasses for them.  There were some in the cabinet in that room, but I wanted to take a glance in the dryer first. 

In the utility room, it took only a few seconds to pop open the tumble dryer and quickly locate the flimsy pink garment that was my objective.  I took it out and smelled its crotch.  Fuck!  It smelled so good – girl pussy!  I sniffed along the string and found a sweet patch of ass-scent.  Oh, man!  It was great.  I took a lungful and then dropped the thong back into the dryer and went for the glasses. 

When I got back, they were giggling like crazy, looking rather sheepish.  My drink was gone!  I put down the glasses and feigned mock annoyance.

I stood, hands on hips, revealing my pendulous cock and tight abs.  Vicki gasped and laughed.  I just smiled.  "You two are going to get the punishment you deserve for that!"

"Yeah, like what?"  Char challenged.

I leapt forward and grabbed her.  "I know where you're ticklish, remember!"  I attacked her ribs, making her squeal and writhe.  Vicki whopped me with a cushion.  I grabbed her, too, my robe flying open and my cock hardening.  "Oh, you want a piece of this, too, huh?"  I tormented her ribs, too and she squirmed as Char had done.  We all fell on the floor in a rolling mass of arms and legs. 

We pillow-fought, tickled, groped, yanked at each other's clothes and spanked at each other's naked asses until we finally collapsed in a tangle of smooth, warm flesh.

Vicki's face was right by mine.  I looked into her eyes and knew the moment had come.  I rolled over and planted a kiss on her lips.  She sighed and returned my kiss passionately, flinging her arms around my neck – completely overlooking the fact that we were suddenly kissing very amorously, totally naked on the floor within mere inches of my undressed sister.

Char slid up onto me and started stroking my cock and Vicki's left breast as we kissed with mounting passion.  Vicki's tongue darted into and out of my mouth and her soft, fragrant lips slid over mine in a delicious oral dance.  She tasted of the alcoholic cocktail I had planned to imbibe.  Nevertheless, she was a superb kisser.  I tried to emulate her talents.  She moaned in pleasure, eyes closed and I glanced down to see what Char was doing. 

My sister had Vicki's legs spread wide open and her tongue was slipping up and down Vicki's virgin pussy.  I watched as Char's nose brushed back and forth through the wispy blond pubic hair of her friend.  Char was groping Vicki's tit and wanking me gently at the same time as she ate the girl out.  I disengaged from Vicki's lips and started to lick down her neck and chest, finding a nipple to suck on and stroking her soft belly.  As I stroked her downy triangle of baby-soft hair, she moaned again in utter pleasure.  I lifted her leg and angled my cock up to nearly touch her pussy.  Char licked the tip briefly, as if to encourage it.  I nuzzled my penis on the hot, smooth labia that Char was also soaking with her saliva. 

My sister moved up to get a better position to suck and nibble on Vicki's clit as I pushed my cock upward to the little girl's heavenly cunt.  Char helped guide me.  I felt the blazing heat of her soft vagina descend around the head of my dick and I nearly lost it in an instant.  She was so soft and wet that I don't know if she even felt me enter her.  I slid my cock in deeper and felt some resistance – her hole was tight, very tight.  I started pushing and I heard her gasp, but still she lay there with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the barrage of sensations she was experiencing.  Charlotte continued to lick her clitoris and grope her breast while I pushed a second time.  This time, I felt my cockhead slip inside, past the tight entrance to Vicki's vagina.  Vicki gave a loud, 'Oh!' and then relaxed.

"Mmmm, what are you doing?  It feels so good!  Don't stop, please," she moaned, slurring a little either from the booze or the rush of sexual pleasure.  I obeyed and kept sliding my cock in and out of her amazing pussy.  I wasn't getting very far into her because of my odd position to her side, but it was obviously enough to excite her.  She started grasping at her nipple – the one I wasn't sucking and chewing on – and she brought her hand up to stroke her pussy.  Char got up and helped guide Vicki's hand onto the protruding nub of her clit and started her masturbating.  Then, she moved over to Vicki's face and straddled her, lowering her cunt onto the innocent child's mouth. 

"Kiss me, Vicki.  Lick me!"  She urged.  I couldn't see Vicki's face, but I saw her chin move and her neck rise to bring her mouth closer to my sister's crotch.  Vicki planted her hand on Char's buttock and kneaded it.  I gasped, now – knowing that this hot little chick knew now exactly what she was doing and was voluntarily, indeed eagerly, eating out another girl at the same time as she lost her virginity. 

Bloody hell!  I thought – that's a heck of a first sexual experience!  I remembered mine – I got a kiss and a handjob.  This little kid is having a full bisexual threeway.  I shafted her harder.  She frigged herself more rapidly and groaned, digging her face into Char's cunt.

Char shouted out and flung her head back in delight.  "Fucking eat me!  That's it, yes."  I reached up and wetted my right finger liberally with spit.  I slid it up and drew wet circles around Char's ring.  She responded by spreading her legs more, granting me freer access to her needy asshole.  I plunged my finger deep into her and heard her moan in lust. 

Then, to my astonishment, Vicki did the same thing!  She dipped her fingers into her mouth and slid two of them in alongside mine.  We fucked my sister's anus together.  I worked my left arm down to Vicki's ass and groped her.  She was already very wet – the steady seeping of her pussy having kindly lubricated her tight ring for me.  I slid my fingertip into her.  Her breathing immediately stepped up a notch.  She was going to cum!   I quickly penetrated her with my finger and wiggled it around in her tight sphincter as it hugged two of my knuckles.  She bucked and pulsated.  I could feel the intense pressure on my finger and my cock.  I couldn't hold it any more and I pumped my sperm deep into her with several long, hard thrusts. 

She was almost shouting as she came, but it was muffled by virtue of the fact my sister had her pussy crammed into the girl's mouth.  Char was loving it.  I think she came, too, but it's always so hard to tell with her – she's usually able to cum then immediately want to do so again, so she often starts masturbating right after cumming.  I usually have to give it at least fifteen minutes before going again, but I can frequently manage two or three in a row.

Well, the girls made me at least tie that record that afternoon.  After I had pumped my first load into Vicki, Char turned and gobbled it all back out of her, gulping down every drop, except for the few she let Vicki lick off her face.  After that, the girls got together and sucked on my cock and ass, with Vicki getting the cum again – into her mouth this time.  I was so turned on, watching the two of them cumswapping back and forth that I had to stick my cock into something.  It ended up being Char's asshole that I sheathed my meat in – a fact that delighted her immensely. 

In the end, she was sandwiched between me on the bottom – vigorously shafting her ass – and Vicki on top who was sixty-nining her like a pro.  Both girls got their fill of pussy-juice, but I think it was probably Vicki who ended up with the prize for the most cum swallowed.  She even managed to get the last few spurts that dribbled out of my sister's ass after I had finally squirted into her all that my withered nuts could supply.

I think we lay there in a sprawl, stroking, kissing, and whispering sweet nothings for about half an hour before the girls got up by mutual assent and retrieved their clothes before retiring upstairs.  I got up and did likewise a few minutes later, but when I went for a shower I found the bathroom all steamy and the water already running.

The two girls were soaping each other up and locked mouth-to-mouth in what looked like a very loving kiss.  I smiled, closed the door behind me and stepped into their welcoming arms.

Since that day, the three of us have been together and never looked back.  Vicki is nominally my girlfriend (in public) and Charlotte, her best friend.  In reality, we're the merely the adoring boyslut and girlslut of our shared love, my little sister.