Chapter 2

Even though it was Rachel whose body I craved, I had now experienced sexual encounters with all of my sisters.

My problem was, I was now hornier than ever (after actually experiencing the immense pleasure of sinking my cock into a real, live pussy) but I still had nobody to fuck!

My earlier encounter with Rachel had been when she was passed out drunk and unaware of what I was doing and that wasn't likely to happen again. Susan had just fondled me, in curiosity, while she thought I had been asleep and I couldn't take the chance of damaging her odd, tomboy psyche by asking her for a screw. Christa I had forcefully finger fucked under the guise of punishing her and, being only 11, I sure couldn't fuck her!

Anyway, it was Rachel I wanted. She had been the object of my sexual lust (and masturbational fantasies) for years and how could I ever be satisfied until I had her again? But, this time, willingly and fully.

The opportunity I had been waiting for came along on Tuesday morning, the first day of summer vacation. My mother had gone to work, of course, and that left me home alone with my three sisters.

After breakfast, Christa went back to her room to play. That left me, still in only my boxer shorts, sitting on the couch between Susan and Rachel, as we watched BAYWATCH on the TV in the family room.

Horny as hell, I made a few comments about the tits jiggling on the screen, prompting both of my sisters to admonish me about my tactless desires for feminine flesh.

Susan was wearing a baggy, grey sweat-suit and her baseball cap and Rachel was already in her blue cheerleader uniform, having to go to our school's last baseball game at 1:00.

Rachel's sexy thighs, in the short, pleated skirt, kept stealing my glances away from the likes of Pamela Anderson on the TV.

I was becoming shaky with lust as I sat next to her and the curves of her beautiful body, so near and yet so out of my reach.

"She's not real," Susan said beside me.

"What?" I said, turning my gaze from Rachel to Sue.

"Pamela Anderson," she said, tugging the brim of her ballcap, "I read about her. Her breasts are implants and her lips are silicone."

"Really?" Rachel said.

"Yeah. Plus she can't act. She's only on TV because of her breasts. She's a very shallow person."

"Who cares?" I said. "I just like to look at her!"

Both my sisters looked scathingly at me and then back to the TV.

After a while, Rachel reached around to the small of her back and moaned.

"What's the matter, Rache?" Susan asked.

"It's my back, Sues. I think I pulled a muscle last week at tryouts (She had not only made the team again, but was going to be captain for her senior year).

"Oh," I said, "let me rub it for you."

"Would you, Tom?"

"Sure," I said, feeling my boner come alive in my shorts as I turned to her and she turned her back to me, pulling her long, shiny, black hair up to her neck.

With trembling hands I began to rub and kneed the muscles of my sister's shapely back, smelling her perfume in my nostrils as I handled her sexy body.

"Oh, that feels good, Tom! Can you do it lower?"

I began to rub the muscles of her lower back, at the tapered area above her wide hips. I used my thumbs along her spine as I opened my hands and held her thin waist between them.

My boner surged in my boxers. God, I was on fire for her!

"Well," said Susan loudly, standing from the couch and looking down at us, "I'm going out to look for a softball game. Do you want to warm me up with a little catch, Tom?"

"Naw," I said, my hands all over Rachel's warm back and my mind seething with ideas, "you go on down to the park. I bet there's someone there who wants to play with you."

Shrugging and grabbing her mit from the coffee table, Susan said, "Suit yourself," and headed out into the late-morning sunshine, leaving me alone with Rachel.

As I kept rubbing her and trying to feel her, Rachel said, "Tom, you're not getting my spot."

God, how I wanted to get her spot!

"No?" I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Maybe I'm rubbing you at the wrong angle."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Let me get in front of you and reach around."

"Okay."

I got down to my knees, on the floor, as Rachel scooted to the edge of the couch and I moved to the front of her, between her knees, looking down at the short, blue, pleated skirt of her uniform and reaching behind her to her back.

"Open your legs so I can get closer and do it right," I said and watched as her dreamy thighs parted, raising her skirt until I could almost see the matching, blue strip of her panty-clad crotch.

I moved forward, into the radius of her body's heat, so that her tits almost touched my bare chest and went back to kneading her back muscles, hearing her moan in my ear as I did it.

Fuck! I was nearly in delirium!

"That's better," she said, almost directly in my ear, "but it still isn't getting to where the muscle hurts."

"Oh," I said. "Maybe your top is in the way. Can you... maybe take it off?"

My sister didn't say a word. She just kinda leaned back, crossed her arms to her sides, grabbed the bottom of her form- fitting uniform top and then peeled it up and over her head, exposing her thin upper body to me and the soft-looking cleavage of her beautiful breasts in their lacy white bra.

I think I forgot how to breathe for a moment but, as Rachel leaned back against me, draping her arms around my neck and resting her head on my shoulder (so I could smell the sweetness of her sable hair) I choked back a gasp and put my hands on the smooth, warm, naked skin of her back and began to rub her again.

God damn it, I was in heaven!

My cock was so hard that it hurt!

I was so tightly wound with sexual lust that I thought I was going to flash into spontaneous combustion at any moment!

Rubbing Rachel's supple flesh hard, she moaned loudly and said, "Yes, Tom! That's it! Oh, God that feels so good!"

Rubbing harder, I pulled Rachel's body against me, feeling her tits compress to my chest as I kneaded the muscles near her spine. Moving my lower body closer, I could feel her fleshy thighs part against my bare hips and then, just the faintest contact of my rigid boner against her crotch.

"Yes," Rachel gasped, squeezing my neck with her arms, "harder! Do it to me harder, Tom!"

Oh. Fuck! YES! I thought, as I deftly rubbed by blazing cock up against her pussy and massaged her back muscles with more intensity.

Her thighs pressed firmly against my hips now and, as she continued to hug me and moan, I continued to knead her back and hump my cock hard against her crotch.

I knew she could feel it! How could she not? This was it! My time was here! All I had to do, I reasoned, was lay her down on the couch now, take off her panties and fuck her!

But, before I started to move, Rachel let go of my neck and pressed her hands against my chest.

"That's good, Tom," she said. "That's enough. It feels much better now. Thank you."

Moving back a little, so I could look at her flushed face, I breathlessly said, "Is that IT? Just... thank you?"

Rachel smiled curiously at me, her blue eyes sparking. "What do you want, Tom?"

I closed my gaping mouth as, still holding her body in my hands, I said, "How about a kiss?"

"A kiss for a back rub? Sure!" And Rachel leaned to me, closing her eyes, her beautiful, pouty mouth puckered and she planted a warm, wet kiss, with her soft, trembling lips, right on my cheek.

Pulling back a little more and dropping my hands to the tops of her warm thighs, I looked at her smile and then glanced down to her now exposed crotch and the clear wet spot that had soaked through her blue panties and then back up to her beautiful face and I said, "That's not the kind of kiss I wanted, Rache."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression now. "Tom," she said, "you're my brother. What other kind of kiss is there?"

I was going to tell her! I was going to tell her that I wanted to have her press her tender lips open against mine so that I could lick our hot tongues together and just happily suck all of the sweet spit right out of her mouth and that I then wanted her to lay down on the couch and take off her panties for me and let me just sink my cock up into her hot, dripping hole and fuck her silly... when the telephone rang.

Rachel stood right up and, for a brief moment, my face was less than an inch from the jut of her skirted pussy and I could almost smell it.

Then my sister walked to the phone and picked it up, leaving me kneeling and trembling in front of the empty couch.

"Darrel?" she said brightly. "Hi baby. Yes, you sweet boy, I miss you too! I haven't seen you since yesterday! I love you, too. You KNOW I do. You're all alone there? Well, I'm here watching Christa until one and then Susan's supposed to watch her while I go to the game. Huh? Well, I guess I could leave her with Tom. Okay. I'll be right over. I really need you so bad right now. Yeah," she giggled, "you know what I want! Bye, lover!"

With that, she hung up the phone and came back to the couch, picking up her top and pulling it on as she said, "Tom, I'm going over to Darrel's. Check on Crista for me, okay?"

I watched her as she pulled her long, raven hair up out of the neck opening of her top and then shook her head to fluff it around her shoulders. My cock was aching with frustration.

"Yeah," I said dejectedly, dropping down to my ass on the carpet and watching my sister head for the door.

"Tom," she said, turning back to me, "I know what you need and I'm going to take care of you."

"What?" I asked, my spirit brightening with the idea that she wasn't through with me yet.

"You need a girlfriend, hon. I've been talking with Sandy Templeman. You know her. She's on the squad with me and she thinks you're so cute. Maybe we can double-date. You and her and Darrel and me. What do you think? I can ask her for you."

"Sandy Templeman's got zits!" I yelled in sudden anger and my sexy sister simply shrugged and walked out of the house.

I rubbed my throbbing cock, to try and soothe it, but I was still horny as hell and trembling with lust and dying for relief.

I got up off the floor, deciding that I had to go up to my room and just jack the fucker off.

As I walked past Christa's door, I heard her voice from inside and stopped. She was talking in strange, low tones and I knew that she was alone in there so I dropped to my knees and peered through the large keyhole.

What I saw amazed me.

Christa stood by her bed wearing only a lacy nightgown that came to just below her ass. When she bent just a little the nightie rode up and I could see her pink little ass cheeks, now devoid of any of the bruises from my previous visit to her room.

Sitting on the bed were several of Christa's dolls and teddy bears and it appeared that she was scolding them.

"You've all been very bad!" she said, wagging her finger at them. "You must be punished!"

Swiftly she turned the dolls and bears onto their tummies and began spanking them. The lewd little smile and the glint in her eyes made me realize that I wasn't the only one in the house who was horny right now.

Christa was really getting into swatting her bears. Her hand was only a blur and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on her upper lip.

Finally, when (I guess) she could stand it no more, she flung herself down on the bed next to the bears, pulled her nightie up to expose her pussy (which, I could see, was flushed and pink) and began rubbing herself. I was surprised to see the sprouting of fine blonde hairs above her puffy pussy and even more surprised to see little Christa eagerly masturbating.

Without hesitation, I pulled her door open and walked in, catching her with her little fingers working feverishly between her rigid, thin legs.

"What are you doing in here?" she gasped as she saw me, her blue eyes going wide as saucers.

"What are YOU doing, is the question, Crista!" I said, my eyes beaming down on her as she pulled her hand from herself and whipped her nighty down to cover her pussy.

"Nothing," she said. "I was just scratchin'"

"Just scratching your pussy?"

"Yeah. It was itchin'"

My cock was itchin' too, as I walked to the bed and sat down with her. I had wanted some pussy so badly and now, here it was, I told myself. Christa was under my control now, wasn't she? But, I reasoned, if I was going to get what I needed from her, I had to play this just right.

Looking down at her reddening, cute, little face, I said, "Christa, I think you were being naughty, don't you?"

"Na-na-naughty?"

"Yes. Playing with your pussy is very naughty and I think I'm going to have to punish you!"

"You are?" she said, but I could see a sudden gleam in her eyes.

"Yes," I said, summoning sternness to my voice, "so get over here in front of me!"

Christa got off the bed quickly and dutifully stood before me, a shamed little pout on her face. "You're not gonna spank me again, are you, Tom?" she asked and then she bent her head low, causing her blonde hair to drape to the sides of her face as she put the tip of her index finger in her mouth and began to twist from side to side in front of me, looking at me through the raised eyes of her lowered head.

"Yes, Christa," I said, trying to use a very deep, father- like voice, "so take off your nighty so I can whomp at your little butt."

Christa smiled and did as she was told and she was now standing in front of me, her hands folded behind her back and naked as a jaybird.

As she began to coquettishly twist again, I looked over the little, flat-nippled muffins of her developing breasts and down her little belly to the wisps of blonde hairs over the deep crack of her puffy pussy mound and down her long, thin legs to her little, bare feet on the floor.

This was a girl, I told myself. A pretty girl. But what could I do with her? Shit, she was only 11!

"Get on the bed," I told her in that overdone, low voice, and Christa complied, laying on her stomach for me, the soft globes of her butt cheeks rising up to my gaze.

"Now Christa," I said, sounding like Smokey The Bear, "this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you but you have to be punished!"

"Okay."

I knelt down by the bed, looking at my tempting little target for a moment, and then I smacked her ass. It was a lame, light little tap but I wasn't angry after all, I was horny!

"I need more than that," she said, "I was really naughty, Tom!"

"Yes you were," I said, in that voice that sounded more like a bad shopping mall Santa now, "touching your pussy like that. You are a bad girl!" And I smacked her ass again harder, causing a little more sound as my open hand hit her cheeks.

"Ow," she said, but not as if it really hurt her.

"You've been very bad, Crista," I bellowed deeply, slapping her ass a few more times and watching it turn pinkish. I couldn't help but add, "Ho Ho Ho!"

Crista giggled at my silly voice as I slapped her fanny a few more times and then I said, "I shouldn't be spanking your ass, little girl, because that's not the part of you that you were being naughty with."

"Huh?" she asked, stopping in mid giggle as the smile vanished from her face and her blue eyes opened wide.

Still in my deep voice, I said, "You were being naughty with your pussy, Christa! That's the part that should be punished!"

From the sudden change in her expression, I didn't know what Christa was thinking or what she would do but she suddenly rolled over on her back, the soft, jutting mound of her pubescent pussy now presented to me.

"Let me check this," I said, reaching down with my finger to the compelling little gash in my gaze.

But Christa grabbed my hand and said, "Stop! Don't touch it! It's been bad!"

Okay, I thought, she wasn't going to let me touch it. What should I do?

But, before I could come up with an idea, Christa spread her legs before me and, letting go of my hand and closing her eyes, she said, "Spank it, Santa Claus!"

Hmmmm. This was going to be very tricky, I thought, clearing my throat. "Okay, little girl," I said. "This is for that naughty pussy of yours." And I flattened my hand and lightly slapped the soft, twin, puffy, little pads of flesh at her crotch.

Crista, with her eyes and mouth tightly clamped and her hands fisted at her sides, flinched at the contact of my open hand.

"Bad pussy!" I said, slapping it lightly again as Christa's nostrils flared with her heavy breathing. "Bad little pussy!"

My cock, in my boxer shorts, was churning like an oil derrick as I slapped little Christa, between her parted legs, again and again and again.

As I kept slapping it, I noticed that, not only were the dainty little lips becoming pinker, her little slit was becoming shiny and juicy and I could feel its moisture on my finger.

This was turning the little bitch on!

Fuck! It was turning me on too!

Awestruck and horny, I started to slap her pussy harder, making audible smacking sounds now as my hand impacted against her delicate, feminine crotch.

Suddenly Crista rocked up on her ass and twisted her slender thighs together as she yelled, "Ow!" and reached down with her hand to cup her reddening, sexual lips. "That hurt!"

"I'm sorry," I said, in my normal voice as I dropped to my knees and put my arms around her. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well," she said, "you did! You spanked it too hard and it hurt bad!"

"Aw," I said, guiding her down onto her back on the bed. "Let me see it."

"Okay," she sniffed tentatively, taking her hand away.

It was very pink now, and the slit looked more open and glistened with viscous, feminine moisture.

"Aw," I repeated, looking down at it and feeling my cock jerking in my pants. "Let me kiss it and make it better for you, Christa."

I didn't wait for an answer. Gingerly, reverently, I brought my mouth to its lips and kissed it ever so gently, sensing the heat, I had caused it, against my lips.

A small sigh escaped Christa's throat and her thigh muscles stiffened.

I kissed it again, enjoying its delicate softness and its strong, pissy, feminine odor. On the next kiss, I extended my tongue and licked into it, thrilling to the tart, salty flavor. Christa squealed. I licked it again... and again... and again. The taste, the smell, the sight, and the feel all contriving to drive me totally wild with lust.

I grabbed her spindly legs and pulled her now, twisting her body until she was laying on her back with her ass at the edge of the bed and her legs down to the floor. Moving my face to her parted crotch again I stuck my tongue right into her soft gash, parting the inner folds of her skin with it until her tiny little clit popped out. I nuzzled it with my lips and Christa's body shuddered. I nibbled at it and she gasped, I began lapping it and she began thrashing and groaning on the bed. Reaching up her body with both hands, I grasped and held her little cupcake titties, squeezing them lightly and licking deep into her pussy. Christa's thighs suddenly trapped the sides of my head and as her pelvis churned and her stomach muscles flexed, a sudden deluge of tangy juices began to flow over my tongue and I realized that I was bringing this little female to orgasm with my mouth!

Enraged with lust, I sucked my 11 year old sister's sex juices from her pussy, working my mouth against her throbbing little clit to make sure that she got off real good.

Then Christa's body shook and she snapped up to a sitting position, grabbing my hair and wrenching my face back from her sopping crotch.

As I stood up, she was panting and heaving and her eyes were wide and her face was a bright, shiny pink.

This was more than I could stand in one day and I reached down and dropped my boxers to the floor at my ankles.

Little Christa's eyes went even wider as she looked at my exposed, rigid cock, bobbing right in front of her face, its balls hanging low and laden with highly agitated sperm.

Pushing her onto her back, I dropped down to my knees and positioned my huge penis at the opening of her dripping, hairless pussy.

"Wha-wha-what are you going to do?" she asked in wonder.

"I'm going to fuck you," I explained.

Christa tried to put her legs together and sit up, but I was between her thighs and, as I positioned my cock against her open hole with one hand, I held her upper body down with the other.

"Don't move," I barked, pushing my massive cockhead against the restriction of her hot, little entrance.

Christa gasped and I could see her stomach muscles clench as I worked the head around between her puffy lips and pushed forward with my hips.

My dick twitched at the contact of her slippery opening and my mind reeled at the thought that I was about to rape my youngest sister. My dick didn't care and I found myself pushing harder into her crotch, seeing her puffy lips stretching inward as I tried to penetrate her.

When I felt the sensation of the tip of my dick suddenly snapping into her vagina, and felt her body knot and heard her little cry from the bed, I almost came right there. I whimpered too and put my hands on my head to try and steady my brain from all the sexual messages that were charging into it.

Christa rose up on her elbows and stared down at my dick in her crotch. Her face, instead of looking scared, merely looked wondrous. "God Tom," she said, "it went in me!"

"Yes," I replied, looking down at where my thick shaft disappeared between her widely parted lips and feeling the tight ring of her vaginal opening clutching hotly at the most sensitive part of my cock, "it's in there, alright."

After calming myself for a moment, I pushed inward some more, feeling my dick sink another inch into her tight, virgin pussy but I stopped abruptly when my sister yelled, "Ow! Stop!" and pushed her hand against my loins.

God it WAS tight! I would be fighting to hold back my orgasm every step of the way with her!

"Okay," I said, taking a hold of her thin hips as I held still and looked at the grimace on my baby sister's pretty face.

"Take it out!" she said now. "It hurts in there!"

"Okay. Okay," I said, trying to calm her. "I won't put any more in. Just let me fuck you with this much in, okay?"

Crista pursed her lips, mulling it over as she looked down at her pussy and up into the pleading expression on my face. "Okay," she finally said, laying back on her elbows, "but do it quick and don't put any more in me!"

"Alright," I said and, squeezing her soft, curveless hips tightly, I pulled back and pushed in slowly, rocking my ass with caution between her lean legs and fucking my baby sister with two inches of cock, at a slow, manageable pace. I could only do it slowly anyway. Her pussy clasped and clung to my two inches of dick with an almost painful pleasure. It was incredible, unreal and fantastic!

Looking down at the little girl I was fucking, I could see that her pinkish nipples, though small, were now hardened and pointing from the tips of her budding little breasts. Crista's expression was neutral. Not a mask of pleasure or pain. Her eyes were closed, as if her brain was just intently exploring the new sensations of what I was doing to her. She didn't seem to be in any discomfort so, on an inward stroke, I let another inch of cock penetrate into her narrow vagina.

Seeing no change in her expression, and feeling my nuts begin to tighten as the sublime tightness of her gripping, little pussy compelled my orgasm from me, I gazed down at where my cock was working between her oily-looking lips and watched myself fuck another inch into her, feeling her little thighs press to the sides of my churning hips and hearing her gasp as she fell back from her elbows on the bed.

Staring up at her pretty face, watching it wince with each of my strokes in her now, and feeling the fantastic pleasure her little constrictive pussy was giving half my dick, I girded myself for the massive cum I knew I was about to have.

Sensing some new thrill at my cockhead, I looked down and saw that little Crista's hand was back at her crotch and her middle two fingers were working in her juicy, widely open slit, busily twiddling her tiny clitoris.

Christa's face tightened in a grimace and her lips twitched. Her mouth came open and she began panting as I fucked her. Her lower body started undulating to meet my strokes and she began moaning, her free hand clawing at the sheet to her side. My release at hand, I fucked her a little faster and harder and, the more I fucked her, the more she moaned and panted, working her pussy back at me. I felt like a piston, or an oil well, pumping and thrusting four inches of my cock into her tight, soft, little belly.

Her pussy was making squishy sounds now and pulling tightly on my dick as Christa's skinny body suddenly stiffened and she began screaming, and thrashing her head back and forth on the bed.

"Oh God! Mommy! Mommy!" she screamed through her tussled blonde hair.

Panicking that someone might hear, I bent over her and put my hand over her mouth to quiet her, my other hand I wrapped tightly around the portion of my cock that wasn't inside of her and I was now fucking both it and her pussy at the same time and about to explode.

Christa's slight hips became a bucking bronco and I could feel the muscles in her pussy walls clenching and unclenching as she fingered her clit and came, squeezing the part of my cock that was fucking her like it was now in a tender vice.

I could take it no longer as I fell over the edge and began to climax into her, my cock jerking wildly in her clamping pussy and squirting my sperm up her immature little passage. I thought it would never stop. My entire body was spasming and twitching in the most powerful ejaculation I'd ever felt. Stars shot before my eyes as I shot my cum into my baby sister's tight, juvenile pussy and my ears roared with the sound of the ocean. My eyes closed and my head lolled back as I savored the sublime sensations and trembled, on my knees between her flexing, open legs.

When it ended, I collapsed on top of her. Both of us sweating against each other's heaving and overheated bodies.

"Get up, Tom," she said as she caught her breath, "you're too heavy on me!"

Exhausted, I sat up on my knees and pulled my cock slowly out of her, expecting to see some blood as my cockhead popped from her stretched, pink opening. But, as I looked down, only the milky, white slime of the abundant load I had pumped into her came streaming out of her cock-stretched hole.

Christa rose up on her arms and looked down between her legs too. "Icky!" she said. "Did you put all that stuff in me?"

"Yeah," I told her, "that comes out of a boy's cock when he cums, don't you know about that?"

She shrugged.

"But there should be more," I said. "There should be a little blood to show that you were a virgin."

"A virgin?"

"Yeah. There should have been a little skin in your vagina that tears the first time you have sex."

"Oh that. I broke that when I was eight," she said.

"What?"

"Remember that day I made Mom let me ride your bike? Well I hit a curb and fell on that bar. I ran crying to mom because I was bleeding from there then. She took me to the doctor and I heard him tell Mom I wasn't a virgin no more."

"Ah," I said. "Well, technically you didn't have your cherry but you were still a virgin."

Suddenly Christa sat upright and looked seriously at me. "Tom, I won't get pregnant will I? I know how babies are made and we just did it!"

"Don't be silly! You'd have to be having your periods first," I explained to her.

"But I started having my periods two months ago."

It took a week and a half for us to find out I hadn't stupidly gone and knocked-up little Christa.

How did I know the eleven year old had started her periods? I mean, sisters don't just run up and volunteer that kind of information to their brothers.

Would that have stopped me from fucking her?

Probably not.

But I told myself never to do anything like that with her again. Playing sex with Christa was like playing with fire and, if I got away with it this time, I wasn't going to take anymore chances.

During the week and a half while we waited, Christa fell back into her old ways of ignoring me and being the spoiled little sister again. Which I suppose was good because if she'd suddenly started acting like she liked me then Mom and my other sisters would have gotten suspicious.

Rachel, on the other hand, had started to spend more and more time with Darrel as summer vacation freed her schedule. I hardly ever saw her around the house anymore and, when I did, Darrel was all she would talk about.

It was always Darrel this and Darrel that and I was so sick of hearing about that fucker!

It was plain to me now that Rachel was really in love and (God damn it!) it wasn't with me!