Dirty Little Sister

The day after Char and I had brought Vicki into our secret relationship, she confided in me that the two of them had actually been involved previously.

"Yeah," Char admitted nonchalantly, "I think it was about a year ago that we first tried something.  She was shy, but she started it.  It was kind of funny actually…"

We were walking the dogs along the beach and there was nobody to overhear our conversation.  It was pretty early in the morning and promised to be a nice day, so there was always the occasional jogger who passed us, but they all seemed to have headphones on.  We weren't worried about privacy anyway.  The beach was about a mile and a half long and the tide was out, so we had lots of space to get lost in and the rolling waves to drown the sound of our voices.

I looked at her, quite surprised, but listened intently as she recounted the event.

"I was over at Vicki's – in her bedroom.  Anyway, she pulled out a porno mag all of a sudden and dropped in on my lap, telling me to check it out.  It was wild – some Danish magazine that her Dad had apparently got on a business trip somewhere.  Vicki had found it when she was poking through some of her Mom's stuff – Vicki's parents are divorced, so her Mom probably never even knew it existed.  It had all kinds of shit in it:  animals, scat, bondage … everything!  You couldn't read the words, but that hardly mattered.  Well, we kept looking at it and Vicki started touching herself, right there in front of me.  I was like - what the fuck are you doing?  And then she started touching me, too!"

I laughed.  Knowing her then as I did, it seemed almost unbelievable to think there was a time when Char had been shocked by something.

Char swatted at me with her dog leash and made contact.  She left a big red welt along the back of my leg, but I laughed it off.  "Don't laugh at me," she snarled through gritted teeth – kidding, but still with a hint of real menace.  I smiled at her and put my arm around her.  I had on shorts and sandals, and Char wore a tight, short skirt (as she often did nowadays – it was so much better for spontaneous sex) and some flip-flops.  We let the water slosh around our feet.  The dogs played in the surf.  Both of us wore sweatshirts because it was still breezy.

"Go on," I urged.  "I want to hear about it.  What happened then?"

Char shrugged.  "We had sex.  We licked each other, taking turns until we figured out that we could both do it at the same time if we lay down.  It was good, but not all that great – we weren't good at it, yet.  But after we came, I felt kind of bad – like we shouldn't have done it.  And after that, I sort of avoided Vicki for a while.  We didn't talk or anything at school, but it wasn't like we were angry or embarrassed.  We just both avoided each other.  I still thought about the magazine a lot and one day I asked her to let me borrow it.  She was really happy I asked and she let me take it for a week or so.  Man, Andy!  You should have seen it – it was just fucking sick.  I must have frigged myself off like five times a night looking at it.  After I gave it back – Vicki was missing it, I think – I started dreaming and thinking about those things all the time.  That's about when I began playing with the dogs…"

I nodded, starting to see how she got where she was today. 

"…and when I started having sex with you."

"WHAT!"  I gasped, suddenly confused.  She was talking about something happening nearly a year ago.  We had only just started having sex.  "What are you talking about?"

She looked up at me with her beautiful dusky eyes and smiled.  "Yeah.  Some nights, I'd come into your room after everyone was fast asleep – I was too excited to sleep most times so I'd just wait up.  It was easier on a weekend, but I still did it on school nights sometimes – when I really wanted you.  I'd come in and just stroke you until you got hard.  After a few times, I started sucking on your prick when I could get to it – when you were wearing baggy boxers or no undies at all.  Those were the best times, because then I could taste you and really have sex.  I actually tried climbing onto you one time, to try and fit your big cock in my little pussy, but you woke up and told me to go away…"

I shook my head, partially in disbelief but also in disagreement.  "You never woke me up!"

She stopped and looked at me.  "You said, 'Go away!' to me and you sounded pretty angry."  She smirked.  "You must have been asleep, still.  Shit!  Wish I'd known that!"  We walked on in silence for a bit.  She was putting things together in her head.  "I was scared when you said that, because I thought you'd tell on me, but you didn't.  I just figured you didn't like me doing it, even though I made you come in my mouth one time.  That was pretty cool, actually – you groaned and spurted loads of your stuff into my mouth.  I kept on sucking until it was all out, 'cos I didn't want to get it on your sheets.  You just sighed and rolled over.  I had to spit it all out and wash my mouth out; it was so nasty."

She put her arm round me and hugged me.  "I like it now, though, but it took some getting used to.  Actually, after I sucked off Kip for the first time, I was pretty eager to go back and swallow yours, but I never did until you finally came to me."

Then it became clear to me!  Char had believed all along that I knew she was sucking me off at night and tolerated it, even though I didn't want it.  That's why she assumed the worst when I discovered her getting eaten out by Kip:  because she was afraid that it was the last straw and that I'd turn her in.  That was also why she was so willing to submit to my 'forced' sex with her, because she really wanted sex with me – all this time.  All this time, and I never knew.  All this time I could have been fucking her instead of wasting my time with on-again-off-again relationships with my bitch girlfriend!

Damn!

It also explained why she had told me that I was further from the truth than she thought I was when I came to her that Saturday night.  I could never understand girls, and here was a perfect example of why:  why didn't she just say she wanted sex when she first started wanting it?  I would have been happy to oblige.

I put it to her.  "Why didn't you just come and tell me you wanted to have some sex?  I would have loved it!"

She smiled.  "I dunno.  Just scared, I guess.  Scared you'd say no.  So, after I thought you didn't want me, I went back to Vicki.  We had sex a few more times – just licking and making each other cum by hand.  She liked it a lot more than I did, because I wanted more than just a tongue-job once a week.  I started hanging out in the arcade, in the record store, until I finally worked out how to get the toys.  After I got them, I started using them bigtime.  I love that butt plug - the fat one.  The little one was useless from the start, so I don't miss it.  I often wear the big one all day at school – it helps me concentrate, because then I'm not thinking about sex all the time.  I can just squirm in my seat and I feel good all over."

I let my hand slip down and groped her ass under her skirt.  My finger trespassed to her asshole and I felt the hard rubber base of the plug in question right there in her.  She smiled up at me.

"Give it a wiggle for me, please," she begged.

I granted her request and was deeply gratified to see the blissful look that crossed her face. 

A minute later, she kept relating her tale.  "I stopped having sex with Vicki, but we were still friends.  I think she found someone else for a while, so it wasn't a problem.  I don't even know if it was a boy or a girl – could have been either.  She's pretty Bi, I think, but she's just not pushy when it comes to sex.  I tend more toward boys, but you know – sex is sex.  'Do anything to anything,' is my motto," she giggled at her witticism.

She completed the story of her sexual deviance, but it was all about the same from there.  The real turning point came for her that Saturday night when I finally stuck my cock in her mouth and opened a whole new world of adventurous sex for her.  She had called Vicki and told her a bit more than she said she would because she wanted it to be a surprise for me – a present. 

When she told me that, I felt a little strange.  "How can you give me another person as a present?  You don't own her."

"Actually, I do.  That was part of the deal.  She has always had a crush on you, and I made her promise that she belonged to me and would do whatever I told her to.  She's so eager to be a total slut and have every kind of sex in that magazine, that she agreed."

I was flabbergasted.  "You made her promise…"

"It's perfect!  Don't you see?"  She interrupted.  "Vicki is like a total fucking cumslut-wannabe.  She's so sick it's just sad to see her incapable and afraid to do any of the things she really wants to do.  She just doesn't know HOW to do anything.  She doesn't have the stamina that you have.  You don't know that you can do these things, but you're willing to give it a try because you can tough it out.  Vicki's just weak.  If I pissed in her mouth, she'd scream and vomit even though she wants to gulp it all down.  She wouldn't even let me try, I bet, but if I piss in your mouth and you piss in my mouth, then she might get up her nerve and actually try the things she's been fantasizing about for over a year.  The thing is, she needs to have a reason to do it – and that's why I made her promise.  Now she feels she HAS to, because that was the price of giving her virginity to you – the one she's secretly loved for ages!"

I just gawked. 

Eventually, I could speak again.  "So, what do we do now?"

She grasped my hand and squeezed it.  "Now, we do Vicki!"

As it turned out, Char had been scheming – not an unexpected discovery, but a pleasant one given the results of her plan.  In two days' time, Vicki's mother was going to a funeral.  She wasn't taking Vicki because it was a work-acquaintance.  Going to her Dad's was out of the question because there were some issues there.  The short of it was that Vicki's Mom needed to get a sitter for her.  Char had suggested me, being of a responsible age, but obviously having a teenage boy watch a teenage girl overnight was just plain stupid.  This was where Char came in.

"So, I suggested that I stay over and you could watch both of us," she explained.  "Vicki's Mom is just dumb or gullible, or something, because she agreed that if I was there, that it would all be OK.  She must assume that you wouldn't do anything with her daughter if your sister is there to monitor you."  She laughed at the irony of it all.  I had to admit, it was funny.  I knew that the far safer solution for Vicki's mother would have been just to have her little girl stay over with us, but she didn't really know our parents and there weren't any spare beds anyway. 

We had to prepare, though, so Vicki came over that afternoon and we all went up to town on the bus.  We left the bus station and headed straight for the arcade.

We walked together.  Vicki was so adorable in her pink and pale blue outfit – totally different to Char's miniskirt, thigh-high stockings, and leather jacket.  I just had on jeans and a tee shirt.  Vicki clung to me the whole way, often glancing up with besotted eyes.  I kept my arm around her, too.  She was cute!  She was way prettier than any other girl I'd gone out with before, and I felt rather good with her at my side, even though she was quite a bit younger.  She wore makeup well, and it made her seem much more in my age range – more appropriate than Char would have looked hanging onto me.

For my own part, I could often get away with looking old enough to get into places that were only for the 18-and-over crowd.  Our plan was for me to go into the 'toyshop' section of the record and alternative clothing store while the girls shopped for some racy clothes for our sleepover-cum-sex-party.  We were all very excited and we must have been trembling visibly as we entered the store. 

The smell of Patchouli Juice, probably masking the smell of weed, greeted us as we went in.  "OK, you go left Andy, we'll go right and we'll all meet up in the middle," Char instructed, taking Vicki's hand and leading her off.  Vicki glanced back with a smile and a silent, 'Bye'.

She was so infatuated it was almost embarrassing, but I did enjoy her affectionate manner.  She was a very sweet girl and, as Char had shown me, a total sex maniac.  How could I fault that?  I had to do my part to get the best toys and accoutrements to make sure she would have the best night of her young life, so I steeled myself and turned toward the adult section walking in as casually as I could like I did it every day.  I even smiled pleasantly and asked the cashier – a middle aged woman with a pierced nose and a cigarette in hand – where the toys and bondage gear was, without so much as a quaver in my voice.

She looked at me coldly.  "How old are you?"  She asked.

I grinned.  "Old enough to fuck," I replied brazenly.  Of course, the age of consent in England is sixteen, so I was technically telling the truth even though I was implying that I was older.  The woman raised her eyebrows, trying to decide if I was just being cheeky or coming on to her.  Evidently she gave me the benefit of the doubt and smiled.

"That way, love.  Just over there you'll find what you're looking for.  Let me know if you need any help," she said with perhaps just a slight leer as she drew again on her cigarette.  She probably watched my ass as I went, but hey – that's what it's for, right?

I was spoiled for choice, but I made sure to get a couple more butt plugs so we'd all have one each, as well as some restraints and a few other esoteric devices for inserting, clamping, or lashing with.  I also grabbed a selection of porn movies and some other novelties that took my fancy.  I spent nearly all the cash that Char had given me – she'd been saving her allowance since she'd coerced some anonymous guy with oral sex to buy things for her the first time.  We had close to two hundred pounds to splurge and I spent my half in fairly short order.

The lady at the desk was impressed with my purchases.  She carefully double-bagged everything to be discreet – probably because she suspected that I was underage and she didn't want to get caught either. 

When Char and Vicki met me in the record section, we had just enough left to get a used CD.  We found something we could all like and dance crazy to, so that was that.

Vicki and Char refused to let me see their treasures, so I decided to keep mine secret, too.  The only other thing we needed was alcohol, but we were going to get that on the day – it was a little tougher to keep that hidden at home.

When the day came, we could hardly wait.  We hadn't got together since the shopping trip, for various annoying reasons – mostly due to parental stupidity – but it had the unintended side-effect of making us all really, really horny and just edge-of-our-seat excited to get the party on.

I almost fluffed buying the booze at the first place, but at a second off-license I was able to get some wine coolers for the girls (they tasted better, apparently), some beer for myself, and a bottle of champagne for us to share – I had a plan, you see.

Vicki's Mom filled me in on all the necessary details after I stowed my overnight bag (full of sex-implements and bottles wrapped in socks, so they didn't clink).  She was pretty hot, herself.  She looked about thirty, and I wondered if she was as loose as her daughter as she led me around the house explaining about how to switch on the shower, and how to lock the door properly, and other dumb shit like that.  I just nodded and pretended to listen while I admired her ass in the tight pants she was wearing.  They were the sort that let you see exactly where the line of her underwear was, and even cleft into her pussy to give a glimpse of what we now call 'camel toe'.  We didn't have that word back then, but Vicki's Mom certainly had the real thing in abundance.  She caught me staring at her tits at one point as she was saying something about phone numbers.

She waved a hand in front of my transfixed eyes, and I thought, 'Oh fuck – she's going to get pissed off at me and cancel everything.'  I looked right at her, terribly embarrassed.

She just smiled, like she'd caught me being bad and just found it funny.  "I'm up here, Andy, not down where you were looking," she said pointing to her face. 

"Yes, Mrs. Moon.  I'm sorry, I just got… distracted."

She nodded.  "Distracted – right.  Well, I think I've bored you enough.  I'm sure you'll do a good job.  Your sister says you’re a very responsible person, and I believe her.  Just make sure you get my daughter into bed by ten o'clock…"

She stopped.  "Um, let me rephrase that," she said laughing.  "Make sure my daughter gets to bed by ten.  Yes, that's a better way to put it."  She laughed it off, looking a bit embarrassed for the accidental innuendo.  I didn't quite catch it all at the time, but thinking back on it made me wonder later if she'd actually been contemplating such matters herself.

"As for you," she went on, her composure a little shaken, "You can feel free to get into my bed whenever you want."  I stared at her, my eyes going wide.  Had she just said…?

"What?"  She asked, seeing my astonished look.  Suddenly, she blushed.  "No, I mean… well obviously you'll be using my room – I assume, at least – and you don't have a bedtime.  Well, what I mean is that you should feel free to…"  Her voice trailed off, seeing that there was no way to dig herself out of the hole she'd just made.  So she just laughed and patted my arm, excusing herself with a smile.

She left, and I was happy both to see her go and to watch her go.  She had a nice ass!  I could totally see myself doing her some time, and I half thought she wouldn't object to the concept.  I sighed and closed the door, using the Chubb security lock as she'd told me to, and then turned to go do her daughter instead.

We started by unpacking the drinks.  The girls wanted to go change, so they did.  I drew the curtains and got the videos set up.  We had music, porn, booze, and a few little surprises in my bag of tricks.  Char and Vicki had a surprise for me, too.

They came downstairs.  Char had on a skimpy red negligee with a glistening red patent leather g-string beneath.  She wore long, red silken gloves and high heels.  She looked awesome, but my gaze followed the black leather leash in her hand up to the collar around the neck of the girl who followed her.

Vicki wore spiked collar and an outfit made entirely of straps that ran horizontally across her otherwise naked body.  There was one crossing her nipples, one around her belly and a set that nicely framed her pussy and came back up her ass, with a broad strap over her abdomen.  They were all held together by a pair of connecting straps running up her sides and looping over her shoulders.  She also had on a pair of restraint cuffs on both her ankles and wrists, and while they weren't particularly exciting to look at it was what they portended that suddenly had me excited. 

Char led beautiful Vicki over to where I stood and handed me her leash.  I took it and Vicki smiled at me gleefully and made to hop up and hug me, but Char stilled her with a word.  She went sheepish and looked at me with imploring eyes.

"May I, Mistress?"  She asked of Char, who pondered it for a minute before nodding.

Seeing she had been granted permission, she hugged me and held me tight.  I caressed her back and shapely buttocks.  Char did, too, dwelling on her anus with a finger. 

I parted from her and handed each of them a drink from my goody bag.  In return, Char handed me a carrier bag.

"Wear this," she insisted.  I smiled and passed her my bag of extras. 

"Maybe you can find a use for some of these," I suggested, then went off to change.

I could hear the girls getting very excited by my purchases as I changed into the black leather zip-fronted jockstrap and steel collar that Char had procured for me.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  It seemed pretty cool, so I came back downstairs to see a most erotic sight.  Vicki was lying on her back as Char licked her asshole and made it all wet.  Vicki was thoroughly enjoying it, although her expression changed to surprise and nervousness when she felt Char begin to insert one of the new butt plugs into her.  I went over and groped Char's ass, just to wiggle the plug she already had in, and then I went to lick Vicki's anus a bit more to help ease the plug in.  It slid deep into her, but Char had to keep pushing it in a bit then pulling it back to let me drool on her a little more.  The regular thrust and pull back action had Vicki rolling her head in joyous lust once she overcame the discomfort. 

Finally, with one last thrust the body of the plug slipped entirely into Vicki's asshole and she yelped with pleasure as it slid home.  I put a finger into her drizzling pussy and could feel the shaft and tip of the plug through her vaginal wall.  She moaned as I stroked her insides.

I couldn't help myself:  I dropped down and started lovingly eating her clitoris and chewing on her puffy lips, so wet and tender.  She coo-ed and moaned in delight.

Behind me, Char lubricated my asshole with her tongue and when I was ready she fitted me with a plug, too.  It felt good just to be so full in my ass.  It felt even better to know we all had them now.

I kept licking Vicki and fingering her.  Char passed me the vibrating dildo I had bought and I eased it into the writhing little girl, who just moaned and whispered, "I love you," over and over again as I ate her.

Char got up and straddled her, but so I could watch Vicki lick her this time.  She teased Vicki with her pussy asking her, "Do you love me, too?" 

"Yes, Mistress, I love you!  Let me eat you, please," she begged, trying to reach Char's pussy with her tongue.  Eventually, Charlotte lowered her cunt enough for Vicki to reach it and the blond girl – still in pigtails – feasted on her new owner's twat.  I sat up to watch the show.  Vicki licked and sucked well, but she really needed something to get her to bring it up a notch.  I went to the bag, leaving the vibrator in her pussy, still.  I selected a set of clamps – just small ones for beginners, which we all were – and went over to Vicki.  I pushed her boob-strap aside and stroked her tiny tits.  Dropping onto one knee, I started suckling on her nipple as she furiously licked at my sister's cunt.  Once I had both Vicki's nips standing to attention, I clamped them simultaneously.  She screamed and thrashed.  I grabbed her arms and held her down.  Char soothed her.

"Yeah, it hurts – but that's just for now.  Keep eating me, slut!"  She said in a very tender voice.

Vicki looked at me, like I'd betrayed her.  I kneaded her tits, letting go of her arms and then went down on her pussy again.  She relaxed, panting, and gradually started licking Char once more. 

I took the vibrator out of her cunt and pulled at the plug in her ass.  She gasped out loud as it popped out.  Before she could recover, the vibrator went back in to take its place.  She resisted and writhed at the intense pressure, but my tongue-work on her clit had the desired effect.

Once Vicki was settled, I came round and brought my cock to bear on her hole.  It slid into her very easily and I could feel the pressure and the buzzing of the vibrator in her ass.  It stroked the underside of my cock as I slowly started to fuck her.  I have no idea what it did to her, but she really enjoyed it.

Char watched all this with a big grin.  She took hold of the chain connecting Vicki's nipple clamps and lifted it.  Vicki had no choice but to arch her back to lighten the load on her agonized nipples, but she didn't cry out this time.  Was she learning that pain was pleasure?  Surely not so soon? 

She just kept licking Char and sucking on her pussy.  We were having a fine time of it, when there was a mechanical sound from the door.  It took a second for me to notice, but the front door was being unlocked and … opened!

We were in full view, right there in the family room, sprawled on the floor with a porn movie on behind us and alcoholic drinks all around us, as Vicki's Mom came in through the door.  I saw her face, but Vicki and Char were in no position to see.

"Fuck!  Vicki – you're Mom's back!"  Mrs. Moon froze in horrified shock.  She saw us all – her daughter in the middle of a bondage-inspired threeway, eating cunt and being fucked.

Vicki suddenly stood up and stared, shocked.  The vibrator came out as she moved, dropping onto the floor.  Mrs. Moon glanced at it, guessing where it had been.  Oh, we were so fucked it wasn't even funny.  My cock went limp!  Vicki looked like she was going to cry.  Her Mom looked like she was going to commit murder.  She slammed the front door and stalked forward.

Only Char was smiling.  She reached out and unclipped Vicki's nipple clamps and whispered, "Do it!  Now!"

Vicki glanced at her.  Inexplicably, a serene calm descended on her and a smile crossed her face.  She walked toward her mother.

Just as she got within range, her Mom viciously slapped her face.  "Slut!"  She yelled at her.

It brought tears to Vicki's eyes.  I took a step forward, but Char stopped me with an upraised hand.

"What did you expect, Mom?  You thought I'd forget everything and just turn out a normal kid?  Yeah, I'm a slut."

Her mother was incensed.  "Your father deserves to die for what he did to you that made you this way!"

Vicki shrugged.  "Yeah, he abused me.  Can't say I didn't enjoy it at the time, but supposedly I didn't know any better.  You knew about it, though.  You let him do it, because you wanted us to stay together.  Didn't work out, huh?"

Vicki's mother lost some of her anger.  Now she nervously glanced from Vicki, to me, to Char.  She looked afraid, suddenly.

"What are you saying, Vicki?  That's ridiculous."  There was a quaver in her voice that hadn't been there before.

"How long was it, Mom?  How long was it after the divorce that you started to do what he'd been doing?  A week, a month?"

Now Mrs. Moon started to shiver and shake her head.  "No!"  She said, but it was more of a plea than a demand.

"You started to come into my room every night and satisfy your lust for me.  I pretended to sleep while you came in and spread my legs and then softly kissed my little pussy, looking up to see if you were waking me.  I just stayed still and let you because I thought that you would go away like Daddy had if I didn't.  You got bolder, though, you started licking me hard and sucking on my cunt.  I remember the times you would squat over me and brush my lips with your pussy and whisper things like, 'lick me sweetie.'  And how you'd plead with me to eat you.  You know what?"

Vicki's Mom was crying.  Her world was coming apart.  She just shook her head.

Vicki went over to her and stroked her face.  "You know what?  I would have, but I was too afraid.  Now, I'm not afraid any more."

She kissed her mother on the lips – just a peck.  Then she did so again, but dwelt more on them.  The third time, she kissed more fully and with some passion.  Char tapped me and pointed to Mrs. Moon's groin.  Vicki was softly fondling her Mom's pussy!  Mrs. Moon was also starting to return her daughter's kisses.

"Char, you are a fucking genius!"  I whispered. 

She glanced at me and winked.  "I know.  Now, let's party!"

Vicki was kissing her mother and groping her pussy.  Charlotte came up beside her and started lifting up Vicki's Mom's thin sweater.  As soon as it was up, Vicki helped her, by unsnapping the front-clasp bra, and both girls started to suck furiously on the two heavy breasts that tumbled forth.

I came up alongside, and Mrs. Moon dropped a hand down to caress my engorging cock and smiling at me with sudden joy in her eyes.  I helped her down to the floor, and then began to unfasten her tight pants.  I had wondered what was in there and I was damned if I was going to wait so much as a minute to find out.

She raised her ass off the floor to facilitate my undressing of her.  She had on some very hot gauzy pink panties that looked way to sexy to attend a funeral in.  I unfurled them and slid them off her to reveal a most wonderful sight:  she had the hottest shaved mound I had ever seen, bar my sister's naked clam.  I started to eat.

Char and Vicki shifted slightly.  Char pushed Mrs. Moon's tits together and sucked both nipples into her mouth at once, chewing and slurping loudly on them while Vicki lowered her muff onto her Mom's mouth.  I could hear her pleading. 

"Eat me Mommy!  Suck me!  Fuck me with your tongue!" 

The slurping, moaning sounds that ensued were adequate indication to me that all requested sucking was indeed taking place.  I redoubled my own efforts and was rewarded by an opening of her legs.  Pushing hard, I discharged the plug from my own ass and brought it up on Mrs. M's ass, drizzling enough spit on it to slide home.  She groaned when I plugged her, but she nearly shouted when I slid my cock into her pussy and started slamming her cunt hard with my meat.

Char came and sucked on the clit for me, while I pumped Vicki's Mom for all I was worth.

Char was a selfish little bitch.  She knew I was going to cum, so she reached down and popped my cock out on a back-stroke, slipping it up to slam into her own mouth as I thrust again.  I grunted and squirted into her.  She sucked it all in and then hopped off to move to the other end of her friend's mother.  I watched her spit all the cum into Mrs. Moon's mouth as she ate her daughter out.  Char grinned at me, proud of what she'd done.  Then she came over to me.

"You need to piss, right?  Do it in Vicki's mouth.  She's almost ready.  I'll help."

I repositioned myself and let Vicki suck on me for a while, just to get the last of the cum off me.  Then, when I felt like I could start to piss, Char put her mouth beside Vicki's and I held my cock in front of it.  Vicki watched as I concentrated and built up pressure to start the golden trickle into my sister's mouth.  Char almost yelped with excitement when the stream started, gurgling the piss down with great enthusiasm.  Vicki looked so needy – so thoroughly like she wanted some, too.  She had her mouth wide open and an imploring face that just begged for the next wild sensation to be delivered to her.

I did it!  I burst a load of piss in her mouth like a fire hose.  It splashed all over.  She swallowed what she could, but the rest she just sprayed down on her Mom's face.  Her mother, to her credit, swallowed all she received so I changed my aim and cascaded my urine onto her face.  The look of joy she wore while eating her daughter's clit and sucking down hot teenager-piss was just amazing.

The final joy came when I uncorked the bottle of champagne, and we all drank from Mrs. Moon's pussy like it was fine crystal.  I'd shove the bottle in as she propped herself up on her elbows, ass in the air, and after a few good fucks with the bottle – getting deeper every time – I'd yank it out and we'd all start sucking and slurping at the fizzy beverage oozing out of her hairless cunt.  It was a scream!  Vicki's Mom loved it because she said was tickly, and we loved the drunk we were getting on – right out of her snatch.

Of course, Vicki had to celebrate her new, open relationship with her mother and the champagne served us well there too.  I dumped the last third of the bottle right into her ass and then she lovingly delivered it to her mother to celebrate their new union.

We spent many evenings over at Vicki's house after that.  It was a wonderful time.  I had Char at home – the sexual mastermind that she was; Vicki in public, who was the most affectionate little girl one could ever wish for; and my cock had a reserved parking spot in Helen Moon's cunt, ass, and/or mouth absolutely any time it fucking well wanted it.

The funniest part was that Vicki and her Mom both got pregnant within about a month of each other.  They were having such a great time that the double pregnancy really brought them together.  I really felt good about becoming a Dad, and wondered which of my kids would suck me off first.  I'd have to wait and see, and in the mean time let my sister do the job for me.

Char was the ultimate winner out of it all.  She had a boyslut, a girlslut, and a mommyslut to play with.  When she finally started her periods, she was so happy.  I was too, because I was the only one of the three who had the special treat of eating out Char's menstrual discharge, as bitter, pungent, and metallic as it was. 

Of course, as much as I tried, I could never get my little sis to fuck me.  But in the end, it wasn't my attempts that would result in success - it was hers.

That part of our tale is much darker, and I may never tell it here, suffice to say that her promise that she'd not be around forever was ultimately fulfilled. 

In memoriam:  my dirty little sister.