Chapter 2

They were still giggling when they entered Kerry’s house. As soon as the door was shut, Dearglil pushed Kerry up against the wall, kissing her hard on the lips. Kerry was surprised and caught unawares, but quickly got into it, returning the passionate kiss. Their school bags dropped to the floor as their arms wrapped around each other. Dearglil moved a hand between Kerry’s thighs, going straight for her pussy, delving into her pants to touch her mons.

“You’re still moist.”

“I...”

“You’re such a slut...” She kissed Kerry hard again. Kerry kissed back then broke the kiss.

“I’m not!!”

“Uh-huh, wet panties say otherwise. I don’t know, showing your knickers to strangers.”

“You told me to!”

“I know. You were so sexy doing it.” Kerry blushed. “I bet that bloke is at home, or in the bushes, beating off right now.” Dearglil remarked.

“You’re such a perv.” Kerry moaned as Peggy rubbed her clit.

“Says the panty flasher.”

Kerry smiled mischievously, lifted the front of her school skirt up, and showing off her pants again, revealing Peggy’s hand down the front of them.

Dearglil removed her hand, sucking on the fingers that had been rubbing Kerry’s clit. “Take ‘em off.” She Commanded.

Kerry didn’t hesitate, slipping them down her thighs, only pausing in order to kick her shoes off first.

“Give ‘em here.” Kerry handed them over. There was a light duty pad in the gusset a faint hint of red. Dearglil brought the pants up to her nose, and over-dramatically, took a deep breath... “Get to bed.” Laughing, Kerry fled to the stairs, bounding up them with Dearglil in hot pursuit. Launching herself onto her bed, Kerry rolled over, turning to face the door as Dearglil came through it. Kerry provocatively lifted her knee, but kept her foot still on the bed, the increasing knee height sliding the hem of her pleated skirt back up to her hips. Dearglil shut the door behind her and slowly walked to the bed like the predator she was. Kerry made a fist of her right hand but extended her thumb away from the fist. She slipped the tip of her thumb into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Playing the innocent schoolgirl card, are we?” Growled Dearglil as she pushed Kerry’s legs apart. Dearglil wasted no time in putting her head between Kerry’s thighs and her lips on her friend’s pussy. She slipped her tongue inside, spending a little power to elongate it.

“Oh fucking Jesus...” moaned Kerry as she surrendered to her rapidly inflaming arousal.

DeargliI probed and searched for blood, but there was little to be found as Kerry was near the end of her monthly flow. Dearglil however, still enjoyed looking. Kerry hit her orgasm quickly, revealing just how turned on she really was. Dearglil gave her a second orgasm, just for the shear hell of it. Afterwards, she moved up the bed so they could comfortably cuddle. Kerry kissed her, Dearglil let her.

“Why did you flash him?” Dearglil knew why, but she had found through experience, that when her toys voiced their feelings, their inner desires, it seemed to reinforce those feelings within, as though the verbal admission was a further shackle that bound them.

“Because you told me to.”

“You didn’t have to; you could have just ignored me, or walked away.”

“I know l ... I wanted to please you” Dearglil smiled inwardly as she kissed Kerry lightly, casually snaking a hand between her legs, giving her pussy a gentle, loving, tender caress. The seemingly innocuous touch carefully calculated to instil a bond of intimacy and a hint of ownership.

“Well you certainly exceeded on that front’’ Dearglil admitted honestly. “You were so sexy when you did it. So beautiful.”

“I was?”

“Oh yes. And to think that a few days ago, you would never even have dared to dream of doing something like that. Would you?”

“No.”

“What did you feel when you lifted your skirt.”

“Apart from my skirt?”

Dearglil flicked Kerry’s clit, sending a confusing mix of pain and pleasure through her. “Answer truthfully without the smart retorts...”

“Yes miss...”

“Oooo, I like the sound of that, say it again.”

“Yes miss...”

“Hmmm, try ‘Mistress’”

“Yes mistress”. They giggled together as Dearglils fingers continued to tease Kerry’s clit and labia.

“So how did you feel?”

“Scared, damn near terrified. It was so wrong showing some old bloke my knickers, and yet...”

“Go on...”

“I don’t know. Like enlightening but not, I don’t know.”

“Empowering?”

“Yeah, I suppose. To be sat there, showing myself to him and he’s just stood there, like, gobsmacked.”

“So, if I told you to do it again, you would?” Dearglil pushed her palm against Kerry’s pussy rubbing the whole area.

“If you told me too, then ... yes...”

“I think we need to get you some more pretty panties.” DeargliI felt a slight quiver against the hand she had against Kerry pussy. “Ooo ... I think my girl likes that idea.” Another quiver. “Do you?” Another chance for some gentle reinforcement

“Yes...”

“Should I ask Chris to buy you some, so we can model them for him again?” The moisture she felt on her hand was enough of an answer, but Kerry needed to admit it vocally “Kerry?”

“I ... yes...”

Dearglil gently teased Kerry’s clit, subtly reinforcing the idea in her head with pleasure. “And how does your brother buying your panties make you feel?”

“Embarrassed.”

“Why, because he will know what you are wearing or because he will see you wearing them?”

“Both.”

Hmmm. Do you want me to make you cum again?”

“Yess...”

“Yes ‘Please’.”

“Please...”

“Do you want my hand or tongue?”

“Tongue.”

“You want my tongue on your pussy?”

“Yes...”

“Yes what?””

“Yes, I want you to lick my pussy, please! ... Please Mistress!” Dearglil adjusted her position and lowered her head to Kerry’s groin and slowly teased another orgasm out of her.

They were comfortably spooning, Kerry in front, when they heard the front door open. Neither moved, not that Dearglil would have allowed Kerry to move, or to cover up, had she wanted or tried to.

“KERRY?” It was her brother.

“IN HER ROOM!” Shouted back Dearglil. The sound of footsteps on the stairs. There was a cautious knock and the door slowly opened.

Chris peered in. His sister was on her bed, her skirt bunched up around her waist. Peggy was lying behind; her right arm casually draped over his sisters hip, fingers gently teasing the dark patch of visible pubic hair. A blissful, not-a-care-in-the-world smile was plastered across his sister’s face. A hand appeared above and behind his sister’s head. Peggy, lifted her head and rested/propped
it upon her up raised hand so that she could look over Kerry’s left lateral decubitus form.

“Oh, hi Chris.” Peggy didn’t seem bothered that he could see her teasing his sister’s pussy.

His sister was definitely not bothered, her eyes half closed like a sleepy cat as she watched him enter. “Hi ... Chris... “She contentedly drawled, almost sounding a little spaced out.

“Well, no need to ask what the pair of you have been up to...” Peggy had not been his first, certainly wouldn’t be the last, but she had certainly been the best, so far. He had spent all night dreaming about her. He had entertained a range of varied positions and scenarios throughout the night, morning and several times during the day. He’d also worried that she would be embarrassed about what had happened the previous night, about him taking her virginity and avoid him. Thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case. God, that view was making him hard as fuck. He debated dropping his jeans and boxers, and seeing which of them would release the pressure.

“Kerry has decided that she needs more knickers. As you can see, she seems a little short of them at the moment. She’ll leave the choosing up to you, and you can check the fit personally, should you wish.”

Chris looked at his sister, who still had that stupid smile across her face. “Is that right sis?”

“Yes...”

This was too much, he was going to have to cum. Chris prepared to unbuckle his belt and trousers, pull out his hard cock and fuck one or both of the girls on the bed. Down on the street, another car pulled into the driveway. “For fucks sake...” He cancelled that idea. Peggy wore an amused smile, as though she knew what Chris had been thinking of doing. He pointedly looked at Peggy. “I’m so going to fuck you...” He promised, as he turned to leave the room. Peggy’s smug smile somehow managed to get larger.

Chris bimbled into the kitchen, he didn’t trust himself to stay upstairs and NOT do something foolish and ultimately sexual.

“Hi Chris.”

“Hi mum.”

“How was the garage today?”

“Oh, you know, seized bolts and skint knuckles galore. How was work?”

“Oh, you know, irate customers and terminally stupid managers galore.”

They shared a laugh.

“There might be another mouth at the table tonight Mum.”

“I saw the two school bags dumped, stroke, abandoned at the front door. Peggy?” Chris nodded. “THAT, was some weight loss, wasn’t it Chris?” Chris nodded again. Noncommittedly. His mum looked over from the meal she was starting to prepare. “Certainly revealed quite the beauty.”

“Hmh-hmh.”

“She’s fourteen remember.”

“MUM!”

“Just saying. I saw the way you were looking at her last night.”

“It’s not like that! She’s the best friend of my sister!”

His mum arched an eyebrow.

“Okay, I admit, maybe a little. A teensy tiny wee bit.” he lifted his hand and
bookended a small gap of air between thumb and forefinger.

She pointed a wooden spoon at him. “She’s underage. No funny stuff.”

“Yes mum...” He smiled. “Can I invite Charlotte round so I can bang her instead?” His mother rapped the wooden spoon over his head.

“No, and less of that language. Or I will ground you and you’ll have to make do with palm and her five sisters.”

“MOTHER!”

They were still laughing when Kerry entered. “Can Peggy stay for tea mom?”

“Of course she can love.”

“She doesn’t eat much now anyway.” Chris pointed out.

“Chris...” Their mother warned.

The evening meal was a relatively uneventful affair, for which Chris was both thankful and disappointed about in equal measure. His mother kept an eye on him during the meal which forced him to act all innocent and stopped him from trying anything. There was a football match on TV and he watched it with his father. Unfortunately, they both supported different teams, and those teams were playing each other. There was a lot of shouting, mostly good natured. Mostly. But it kept him away from upstairs.

After the match, Kerry asked if he was going to run Peggy home again. He leapt at the chance. His mother caught him as he walked past.

“I know how long it takes to drive there and back again.” She reminded him. Well, there went his quick fuck in a quiet car park.

Peggy never said anything during the ride home. Just another brief “Thanks” as she shut the door. Mind-full of his mother’s comment, he didn’t linger and quickly returned home. His sister’s door was shut. He thought about popping in, and then couldn’t think of a reason for doing so. He left her alone. He said good night to his parents and had a functional shower before putting on a clean pair of boxers and climbing into bed. Chris dropped his head into the pillow, rolling over onto his side, his hand snaking under the pillow to support his head. It is hand encountered something it shouldn’t. He pulled it out and turned on his bedside light.

“For fucks sake...” He reached back over and picked up his phone, flicked through his list of contacts, typed ‘Did you forget something?’. He put his phone back on the bedside table and looked again at the panties. They were plain and remarkably ugly for it. His phone vibrated ‘I forgot nothing.’ What did that mean? He was horny and tired; his thumbs darted across the screen. ‘Those are ass ugly knickers.’

‘Well buy me some nice ones then, smart ass.’ He had fucking walked right into that one. Chris turned the light-off.

Dearglil decided to test the waters and wear a skirt to school; Kerry slumped in the seat next to her, the bus pulling jerkily away from her stop. Some boy behind them shouted loudly “If you can’t find it grind it!”

A boy at the front of the bus turned round. “It’s an automatic dick head!”

Their naked knees touched as the bus turned at a junction, Kerry deliberately touched her knee to Peggy’s again, holding it there. “Sisters” She smiled at Peggy.

Dearglil smiled back, “Sisters” she agreed. Kerry desperately wanted to hold her hand but didn’t have the courage for such a public display of affection.

Its slimmer body was still attracting attention from the boys, but Dearglils studied indifference to their attention was finally having an effect. The better looking boys going after easier’ prey, the uglier ones forced to realistically lower their expectations and watch the better looking boys from afar. With her potential boyfriend stealing threat level reduced, the level of hostility shown to her from the other girls also dropped. Dearglil floated from one friendship group to another, dragging an increasingly bewildered Kerry behind her. Not only was Dearglil testing the waters, but she was gently testing out the natures of the girls. A shark swimming amongst the shoals, looking for the stragglers and the weak, on the hunt for potential meals.