Yespls

Keep this coming please. We need a bunch more like this.

Formatting was good. Keep it up.

Is this Chapter 1, or a one-shot?

Promising, in either case.

And yes, good grammar, spelling, formatting. Look and learn, writers.

i remember this story. Do you have the rest?

Yeah I have the rest, just too tired to proofread the next post last night. Will proofread and post in a minute.

>>16653
I originally made it in four posts, but yeah you can call them chapters.

The next day I had calmed myself down and come to a sort of rationalization. I was fairly certain that Sammie didn't know what she was doing. I mean, obviously she knew that I had this weakness and how to exploit it, but I didn't think she knew what it all meant. She was having fun messing with me and using her strange power of persuasion and intuition, but surely she didn't understand how wrong it all was. She couldn't know how taboo what she did was, or how confused and mixed up it made me. I felt that she was playing a game that she was good at, without actually understanding all the factors involved.

With that sort of outlook, I was able to look myself in the mirror in the morning and felt up to having a talk with her about it. I was her big sister after all, and this wasn't something that I should just let slide. As I waited for her to get up that next morning, I had time to ponder what the signs could be that were giving me away. What sort of cues in my body language or unconscious turns of phrase had alerted her and allowed her zero in on my frailties like that? I mean, I talked about boys with her all the time, and I'm sure it was obvious that I enjoyed them, emotionally and physically, but I'd never (to my knowledge) admitted how desperately I wanted to go further with them. Sometimes when I was sitting on a guy's lap in the backseat of his car, or when I was pressed up against him dancing at a party, I could feel his hot pole pressing into me and I just wanted it inside me like crazy.

I never let them get that far though, since it was pretty obvious that was all they cared about, but it didn't stop me from thinking about it while I humped my pillow at night or ran the bathwater over my little pussy until I came. I know that's all they wanted, because when they found out I wasn't going any further than some heavy petting over their pants, they moved on to easier prey. I guess I should have dated a shy nerd or something if I wanted a nice guy, but at the same time, I couldn't help that I was attracted to strong, athletic boys, usually a couple years older than me. Thinking about my unfulfilled sex life was making me restless and confused again, since I felt like I had been on the brink of release the day before. Of course that was with my little sister, so there was a heavy dose of guilt mingled with my musings on that score.

Lost in thought, I didn't even realize Sammie was up until she was standing right in front of me, still in her little blue jammies. I took in her rumpled hair and sweet smile, and I had to smile back. She was just cute as a button and I had already started missing our close, easy relationship the day before when I thought our situation couldn't be remedied.

"Hey kiddo, you're finally up huh?" I said, while I tried to smooth out her silken locks.

"Yes. Can I have some breakfast?"

"Sure Sammie, I'll make you something in a minute. I wanted to talk to you first though." My hands came to a rest on her shoulders and I looked into her eyes seriously. Unnecessarily, I added, "About yesterday."

"Oh," she nodded, unconcerned, and sat down next to me on the couch. "What about it?"

I wasn't sure if her cavalier attitude meant she wasn't through trying to embarrass me, or if I was right and she had no idea how serious what she did was. I thought I'd give her the benefit of the doubt though.

"Sammie... I know that sometimes you know certain things about people, and you like to mess with them a little bit. What happened yesterday was... Well, it's just not something you and I should do. We're sisters and I love you more than anything, but sisters don't kiss like that, and I'm sorry I let you. I just wanted you to know that we can't do anything like that ever again, but I still love you. Okay?"

"I don't understand," she began, staring at me without expression. "If it's so wrong, why did you like it so much? What's wrong with making each other feel good?"

She had hit me right where I was most vulnerable. She had me dead to rights, because I did like it. I didn't really know what to say at that point, except to reiterate that it was wrong. I mean, I couldn't even explain to myself why I let it happen, let alone to someone else. Before I could say anything though, Sammie began to exert her strange influence again.

Putting a hand on my bare thigh, she said, "Kristy, I know you liked it. And I know you want to do it again. Just look at how you're dressing now for some reason. Listen, anytime you want me to help you feel good again, just let me know. I'll do anything you want."

With that she stood up and gave me a soft kiss right on my lips again, but quickly this time before turning and walking away into the kitchen. Obviously I was stunned again. As you might be aware by now, I'm not exactly the coolest cucumber in the drawer under pressure. How I was dressing? I looked down at myself, and I guess I could see her point. Usually, on weekends where I didn't have a game in the morning, I would lounge around the house in my jammies or some comfortable yoga pants and a t-shirt or something until the afternoon when I met up with my friends or had a date. Today though, I had put on some tight short shorts and a cute halter top with spaghetti straps that I usually never wore except on third dates (kissing dates, as I thought of them), due to the low-cut neckline that showed off my over-eager C cups. I hadn't really thought about it this morning when I got dressed, my mind was on other things. On Sammie, I realized with a start. It's not like I was wearing a teddy or something though, it was a normal outfit, and really, could it be attributed to my sister? I was dressing sexy for her? She seemed to think so at any rate, but maybe she was just messing with me again?

Suddenly the rest of what she had said dawned on me, and a quiver of excitement unwillingly ran through me. She had basically told me to come to her whenever I wanted to do something about my neglected libido. I probably don't need to say that I was highly conflicted anymore - for me there was no easy solution to this new situation with my sister. I wish I could have done what mind unfailingly told me was the right thing to do: put a stop to this madness and rebuke Sammie any time she brought it up again. Unfortunately, the sexiness of her proposal and the lingering memory of her small body held close to mine, made the righteousness required for that action an impossibility. I was chagrined to find I was making deals with myself, such as just giving into her a little bit - just to kiss her again so I could prove to myself it was nothing special and didn't make me feel like my insides were on fire. I guess if you want something badly enough, you can pretty much convince yourself anything is okay.

I must have been in my thoughts mulling it over for quite a while, because Sammie came back in from the kitchen. Despite the fact that I liked being home alone with my sister under normal circumstances, as she approached I fervently wished that my parents didn't go horseback riding most Saturdays. I guess she could tell from my blushing cheeks and failure to meet her eyes that at the very least I wasn't sure what I had decided, so, as I was becoming accustomed to, she took matters into her own hands. As I struggled to find something to say, she walked right up to me and slid up onto my lap, straddling my middle with her thin legs. I barely had time to get my arms around her and pull her into me before her mouth was on mine, her hands in front of her, resting lightly on my throat.

Even through the tenderness of her kiss and the softly stroking fingers againt my cheek and neck, her kiss was electric. My heart beat wildly and it was like my body's temperature had been cranked up as far as it could go. The heat I felt where her body pressed against mine and especially where her little bottom rested just above my crotch, was unnatural. Our tongues rolled around each other, and the sensation made me want to melt together with her. Her little hands slid down the front of my body, and I loosened my grasp on her to give her some room. Her fingertips played lightly over the tops of my breasts, producing an aching stiffness in my nipples. She reached up behind me and I gasped with lust when she yanked my head back with her hand fisted in my hair. I yearned for the soft, wet mouth I'd been deprived of, but my frustration turned to exhiliration as she licked and nibbled down my neck toward my breasts. I couldn't contain the soft moans that came unbidden from the back of my throat.

Using her free hand, Sammie pulled my top down, then my bra followed after. The bra and the material of my tight shirt bunched under my breats, pushing them up. Unsatisfied with their progress toward my little sister's glistening mouth, I arched my back, begging her to use her clever little tongue and small, pearly teeth on my nipples. She teased me mercilessly, slowly circling my areola with her wet tongue, increasing the tension in my shuddering body with every pass. Finally her small mouth enveloped the swollen bud, and a shock like ecstasy raced through me. I watched her as she sucked and nibbled on one of my most senstive parts, and the feeling - combined with the image of the beautiful 10 year old's delicate lips on my nipple, her eyes closed and her clear skin glowing, looking for all the world like she had no thought but to give me pleasure - well it all became too much. A huge, shaking orgasm came rushing up from deep, deep inside me. Sammie must have been alerted by my throbbing body and the tightened grip around her shoulders, because she raised her head and sat up straighter to get a better look at my face. Whatever she saw there - my flushed cheeks, my parted lips, my half-lidded eyes - she smiled in satisfaction before grabbing my face in her tiny hands and plastering her lips against mine. Her mouth sought and entrapped my tongue, sucking on it like a kid at teat, and sweetly stroked my hair and the sides of my face.

As I clung tightly to her, my little sister rode my climaxing body, gently caressing and sucking me to prolong the ecstasy. With my eyes closed and slowly leaking tears of pure bliss, the waves of pleasure wracking my body slowly subsided. As I came down from my high, my mind, muddled from overexposure to rushing endorphins, was left with the single thought that my little sister - a tiny, 10 year old girl, to whom I had always given my utmost love and protection - had just given me the sexiest, most erotic orgasm I'd ever experienced. A faraway part of my mind still clamored about the taboo and evilness, but in all other respects, nothing had ever felt so right. Drenched in sweat and sitting in shorts soaked with my own sexual juices, my heart began to slow, my breathing became normal and I came back to reality. Before the peaceful, rested feeling pervading my body could be wiped away with the fear and guilt of what had happened, Sammie whispered softly in my ear, "I love you," and gently extricated herself from my lap. As she walked off and went upstairs, I allowed myself to bask in the afterglow for a spell and thought that at least I didn't have to worry about my little sister hating me for what I did.

I wasn't at peace with myself and the choice I'd made, but I was determined not to feel too badly about everything until I'd at least had a shower and changed out of my dirty clothes. Washing the sweat and other liquids from my body seemed to wash away my emotional defense against the repercussions of my actions, and I was left with the same confused and guilty predicament I'd been in before - only this time I'd dug myself in even further. As I slowly soaped up my body, I gently rubbed my hands over my breasts and nipples, and couldn't forget what Sammie had done - things the boys, the largest of whose hands could barely contain them, hadn't come close to doing. The thought sent a pang through my still-swollen pussy, and I added a lust-filled desire for the next encounter with my little sister to the roiling thoughts I was already trying to deal with.

May I please request that this story be completed, and saved as a shining example of its genre by means of a permanent sticky.

In other words - It's awesome, please continue!

>>16663
Actually I did complete it, I'm just slow to proofread and post the next chapters. Last night I spent forever formatting a Word doc in notepad for a different story and it still didn't come out right, so I was too tired to do another post for this one. I'll try and get another chapter posted tonight if I get a chance.

Please post it soon! :D

Damn, I checked the chapter 3 file and it only has the first three paragraphs. I must have written the rest in the browser and never went back and saved it. It's not the end of the world though, I still have chapter 4 in its entirety and I remember what happens in chapter 3. I guess I'll just have to rewrite it. Might be a while. :(

I am vigilantly awaiting the next instalment
>>16679

I've rewritten 3/4 of the third chapter, and it's really weird. I know I'm writing it differently, I'm just not in the same mindset as I was before. When I wrote it the first time I did all four chapters over the course of a few days. I remember the events and everything, it's just really odd writing to spec like that instead of writing the ideas as they come.

Anyway, hopefully I can finish it tonight. Thanks for waiting

We didn't do anything very serious together after our Saturday morning encounter until the following weekend. Not for my lack of wanting to, but with our parents home and school all week, there just wasn't a safe enough time. I was still telling myself I wasn't going to fall prey to my misguided lust again, but even at the time I didn't really believe it. The way my little sister had told me she loved me kept playing in my mind, and I so wanted to trust her.

Although we couldn't arrange for another full blown liaison during the week, Sammie instructed me in a moment of privacy to start wearing less clothing and no underwear. If it seemed odd for a ten year old to be telling me what to do - and such perverted things too - it was even odder that I felt compelled to obey her... to seek her approval and any rewards that might come of it. It made me feel like she was just using me again, that I was just another plaything for her to exert her strange power over, but I went along anyway, because it was exciting and naughty, and I still remembered her sweet words breathed lightly into my ear before.

And naughty and exciting it was, but at the same time extremely frustrating. My little sister took every opportunity to sneak a hand up along the inside of my thigh under a long nightshirt, or quickly fondle my braless chest. Sometimes it was right behind our parents' backs and they would turn around to see me nervously fidgeting with my hands in my lap or my nipples pressing unaccountably stiff out from my tight shirts. Sammie, her face impassive, seemed to be performing a routine task, rather than finding any delight in tormenting me.

The constant state of arousal made my day to day life harder as well. Whether I was cheering at a game, at practice or in school, it was always in the back of my mind and I was always on edge. Things were steaming up with my boyfriend Matt, not because we were becoming closer, but because I was becoming hornier. I'd only ever made out with guys before and went in for some heavy petting over our clothes, but I was becoming dangerously close to losing all my inhibitions. In the back of Matt's car after a movie that week, I hadn't stopped him when he went to take off my shirt and bra. Every boy I'd dated had loved my breasts - I could tell from the way they stared, and my chest was always the first place their hands would go when we started making out. That night, wrapped up in the tall basketball player's arms, half sitting on his lap, I needed more than deep tongue kisses and light fondling. When I took off my bra, Matt's eyes became comically wide and I felt his large dick jump in his pants. Yeah, they definitely loved my tits.

In lieu of being sexually pleased by my beautiful 10 year sister, I was hoping I could recreate the feelings from the previous Saturday, specifically the mind-bending orgasm from simple breast and nipple stimulation. Although the feeling of his hands almost able to contain my heaving tits was pleasant, the rough squeezes and too-greedy sucking on my nipples failed to generate the same kind of excitement in me. Luckily he wasn't half the lover my little sister was, because I might have even let him get inside my pants that night if things had gone differently. As it was, he came in his pants from fondling me while I stroked the long bulge in his jeans. I was glad that he seemed happy, but the encounter only made me long even more desperately for real release with Sammie.

Cheer practice the next Saturday morning was a breeze, as I had plenty of pent up energy and it was no comparison to my practices during soccer season. I came home feeling good, I'd needed the exercise to blow off some steam and I took pride in my graceful athleticiscm. I loved being one of the "hot" girls at school, but I also loved the feeling of strength I got from my long, lean legs, tight midriff and toned arms and back. I felt like I could run a marathon and had complete control over myself physically, like I was a well-crafted machine. A sex machine, I giggled to myself, thinking of how the boys stared at us parading around in our sports bras and tight exercise shorts, our bare skin glistening with sweat, touching and holding each other as we contorted and flexed our young, nubile bodies. I swear I never thought of the cheer squad as a possible orgy waiting to happen before Sammie got me all mixed up.

My parents were out like always, and I was determined to have my way with my little sister, giddy with post-workout endorphins and the feeling of being a sexy young woman in her prime. To say I was frustrated that my sister wasn't home would be an understatement, but she often went and played with her friends down the street on the weekends, so I wasn't terribly surprised. I opted for a shower instead, which meant furiously rubbing my pussy in the warm water while thinking of my 10 year old sister, just like I'd been doing all week. I stripped my clothes off and entered the shower, relaxing into the warm spray as steam rose and filled up the bathroom. The water felt lovely as I ran my hands over my tight, toned body and I started slipping into the familiar day dream of Sammie doing wild and naughty things to me. Lost in fantasy, I barely registered the cool breeze hitting my back before I heard the shower door click shut. My heart skipped a beat as I turned around and saw Sammie standing there, entirely naked.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, with the slightest hint of a smirk on her beautiful face.

Lost for words, I shook my head and she stepped toward me and circled her thin arms around my waist. Pulling her close, I bent down to her upturned face and we kissed passionately, the warm water flowing around us and letting our slickened bodies rub sensually together. We gently explored each other's bodies with our hands while we kissed, mine sliding gently over Sammie's porcelain-smooth back and hers caressing my rear and breasts. She was so small and fragile in my arms I couldn't help feel a protective love for her wash over me, but it competed with the aching intensity of my need for her as she began suckling on my breasts. Her hand moved gently to my dripping pussy and the first touch of her thin, deliberate finger on my clit was shocking. My legs began to shake while I watch this little girl expertly nibble my tender tits and nipples while rubbing my pussy with her palm, middle finger extended upwards to catch at the sensitive nub near the top.

I gripped her tightly as orgasmic arcs of pleasure ran through my body, and all I could do was stare at the gorgeous, child-like face of my sister as she once against brought me to crushing climax. Every stroke and bite heightened the sensation, until I couldn't stand it any longer and fell to my knees, gasping and clutching Sammie close to me as I came down from the high. Sammie stroked my hair while I listened to her heart beat, my ear to her tiny chest as I slowly regained my composure. Shortly, my little sister pushed me away by the shoulders so she could look at me in my weakened state.

"Now you can clean me," she said matter-of-factly.

Putting the soap in my hand, Sammie stood motionless just outside the spray, waiting for her instructions to be heeded. She was being a bit too cold for my tastes, but I was too eager to search every inch of her body to complain. On my knees, I used the soap to lather her young body, starting at the shoulders and arms and working my way down her thin form to her legs. We both enjoyed athletics, but whereas I like to cheer and play soccer, Sammie was a swimmer. Her time spent at the public pool had given her body a graceful contour, and I loved every second of rubbing my soapy hands over her tanned, little body. Her nipples were tiny and pink and I would have loved to taste them if they weren't covered in soap. My little sister turned around to let me wash her back, and I became instantly aroused at the sight of her perfect, little butt. It wasn't the full, round ass of a woman, but it was cute and tight and created a very sexy picture with her thin, coltish legs and the sweet gap between her thighs where her smooth little pussy waited.

"Rinse me," she commanded over her shoulder, and I used the detachable showerhead to sluice away the suds, leaving her wonderfully smooth skin clean and inviting. As I put the showerhead back, she walked to the other side of the shower bent at the waist with her legs spread and her sexy little ass pushed out toward me, revealing her tiny pink butthole. Looking back at me over her shoulder, with her hands braced on the wall in front of her, she told me that I hadn't cleaned her ass properly and to do a better job - with my tongue. I was shocked at the idea, and it pained me that Sammie was back to treating me like dirt again - especially after last weekend. Even so, my pussy was aching in need at the thought, and through my shame and humiliation I once again returned to my knees to service my little sister like the whore I was becoming.

The urge to resist being treated like that was no match for my need to feel, kiss and lick every part of this 10 year old girl, and when I grabbed her pert butt and spread the cheeks with my thumbs I lost all thought except to please her. She felt wonderful in my hands, so soft and supple and I hesitantly pushed forward to kiss her ass and inner thighs. Licking all around, including her hairless slit, I finally got the courage to move in to her asshole. It tasted just like the rest of her skin, so bolder, I gently pressed my tongue against the resistant opening until the tip was able to penetrate her. She gave a small moan, and with the encouragement I buried my face in her little behind and began to slowly work my tongue up farther into her butt. My little sister's sounds of pleasure grew stronger, and I began to push my tongue in and out as I brought a hand up between her legs to gently stroke her pussy with my thumb.

The act of tongue-fucking my little 10 year old sister's ass was such a turn on, and I stuck my ass up higher so the hot water could play over my greedy cunt, hoping for even more pleasure. With my tongue plugging away at her little asshole and my hand rubbing her tiny clit, Sammie's moans turned into louder, higher pitched squeals of delight and my own love sounds joined hers as we both approached orgasm. She was on her tiptoes, and when her legs began to shake, I knew she was right on the edge. Pressing her clit tightly, I sunk my tongue in as far as it could go and I heard her shriek with pleasure as her body shook and her legs lost their strength. Giving my beautiful little sister an orgasm while I fucked her ass with my tongue was too much, and I felt my own climax explode over me from the water on my pussy throughout my whole body. I supported her weight with my hand as long as I could, but eventually she fell to her knees and I gently extracted my tongue, kissing all over her butthole and ass. As the last tremors were pulsing through us, I held Sammie from behind, squeezed up against my large breasts so I could freely kiss and nibble on her neck while we spooned.

I was hoping we could stay like that forever, but Sammie soon rose and opened the shower door. She turned around to look at me sitting on the floor, and said with a smirk, "You ate my ass like a good little slut, sis, I'm impressed. Come to me next time you want to fuck, okay?"

And just like that she left me, crushed and hurt. I couldn't believe it, that it really was all just a big game to her and she really didn't return any of the feelings I had at all. I had done something so wrong and perverted, all because I loved her and wanted her, and she threw it back in my face. As I cried in the shower, I knew that I deserved everything my little sister did to me. If I wasn't a nasty pervert and a horrible big sister, she wouldn't have this control over me. Even before that, if I wasn't such a closet slut, she never would have started down this road in the first place. Knowing I was to blame and I got what I deserved was no consolation, and the sad ache in my heart felt like it would overwhelm me. I loved my sister and I missed when she loved me back, but even so I knew that I would do every depraved sexual act in the world if she commanded it. Even through the pain of being used, I could still feel how turned on I was by my sexy little sister and knew things would soon come to a head.

>>16710
tank you so very much

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In the weeks that followed, Sammie tortured me, not with more humiliating exhibitions of her power over me, but with a total lack of interest. She looked at me innocently when we were in the same room and spoke to me like nothing was amiss. I cornered her one day and begged her to tell me why she was doing this. She told me to remember what she'd said that Saturday after our first kiss - she would be happy to oblige me whenever I came to her. Apparently waiting for my little sister to take control of the situation wasn't going to work anymore. This didn't make me happy, as before I could always tell myself that it was Sammie's doing - and her strange persuasion - that made me act so awfully. If I went to her of my own free will, however, I would no longer have those illusions to protect my fragile conscience.

I knew I couldn't just leave things as they were. My friends were constantly asking me what was wrong. When I broke up with Matt, they thought that must be the reason for my absent-mindedness and quick irritation. I felt like my personal life was falling apart, as sports weren't interesting me anymore, parties weren't fun anymore, and though I didn't find boys quite so engaging anymore, I felt like I didn't even care if blew them or fucked them. In short I was pretty mixed up, although luckily this didn't extend to my schoolwork. Although I was no longer excited about learning and someday going to college, I found that losing myself in my studies was the only way I could stop thinking about my sexy little sister. So if anything, my grades got even better. But I didn't want to end up as a reclusive, academic shut-in. I wanted my life back. I wanted to enjoy things and not be a prisoner of my unnatural lust for a little girl and a blood relation.

I held out as long as I could, both because having sex with a 10 year old girl that I should be protecting is the epitome of vileness, and also because I knew Sammie didn't care about me at all and it hurt too much think that I could be driven to such depravity for someone who just wanted to play mindgames with me. Of course I couldn't bear the agony of living in the same household and seeing her beautiful face and knowing the pleasurable secrets her tiny body contained. Sometimes I would catch myself staring at her at dinner in a trance, my mouth watering at the sight of her bare skin revealed by a sleeveless blouse. Or I'd walk into the living room to see her lying on her stomach watching TV with her pajama bottoms snugly fitted around the pert little ass I'd so eagerly tongued. At the point when I started masturbating three times a day, the urge to give into my little sister - to become her unloved and abused sex-slave if need be - became too strong.

It was another Saturday (the hardest for me, as so many sex-charged memories were associated with the relaxing weekend day), and I noticed that I was halfway dressed in my most whorish outfit before I realized that I'd made my decision. I was actually supposed to be cheering at a football game that day, but I had begged off and my teammates and coach hadn't seemed too disappointed that I wouldn't be there. I promised myself that after today, I would start putting my life back in order, even if it meant I had to keep this dark secret from everyone to do it. I finished getting my clothes on: strappy platform sandals, my sexiest black thong, a short, pleated, schoolgirl skirt that I'd never worn without tights on before, and an old low-cut blouse from a year ago that wrapped my torso tightly, accentuating my thin waist and oversized breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and my already stiff nipples were standing out like gum drops against the thin, white fabric. I never wore much makeup, preferring a lighter, more natural look, but I put on dark mascara and hot pink lip gloss to complete the ensemble. I even found a single garter from a Halloween costume that I slipped on, high up on my thigh, just peeking out from under my skirt. In the mirror I knew I looked good, as I had the body to pull it off, but at the same time my look had an air of desperation and sluttiness mixed in too. I decided that pretty much fit my current mindset.

When I walked into Sammie's room, she looked up and didn't even bat an eye. She was dressed much more casually, with just a pair of nice shorts and another sleeveless blouse with frills at the seams that she was so fond of. Still, she looked exquisite to me, stretched out on her bed with her thin, tanned swimmer's legs beckoning for my caress and her sweet, childish blue eyes that I could fall into.

"Did you need something?" she asked, uninterested, as she looked back down at the magazine she'd been reading.

At first I couldn't say anything, and I thought this would be another time when I became totally useless under the gun, but I took a deep breath, let go of my misgivings and told her I'd come to take her up on her offer.

"Offer?" she asked. "You'll have to be more specific."

"Sammie... I want to..." I fumbled, searching for the words and she looked back up at me expectantly. "I want to be with you."

"Be with me? You are with me. I'm sorry, but you'll need to tell me what you want before I can help you."

On the verge of tears, the humiliation of begging my 10 year old sister to fuck me threatened to choke me to silence. Eyes downcast, but still speaking clearly so I wouldn't be made to repeat myself, I said, "Sammie, I dressed up like a slut to show you my body. To - to give you my body. Please, just hold me... kiss me... fuck me... Whatever you want to do, I just want to give myself to you and I want you to take me. Anyway you want, just please, please take me!"

Sammie stood up and went to her dresser. With her back to me, she told me to get down on my hands and knees. So it begins, I thought, but did what she asked without hesitation. My own pathetic desperation had my insides churning, and I felt like screaming and crying, but at the same time I felt the familiar heat between my legs and dampness in my panties being cooled by the circulating air conditioning as my short skirt rode up my ass when I knelt down to the carpet. On all fours like a bitch in heat, I watched as my little sister took off her shirt and shorts, revealing the back of her naked body to me once again. I imagined I'd have to eat out her ass again, this time without it having been cleaned with soap, and the idea both disgusted and aroused me. The little girl didn't stick her ass out to be licked though, but instead took something out of the drawer and stepped into it. I couldn't tell what it was, although from behind it appeared to be a black sports jock like the boys wear during games. When she turned around however, I knew it for what it was, and I could practically feel the juices gushing from my quivering body.

"Come here and suck me, bitch."

With tears of shame leaking down my cheeks, I began crawling across the floor to put my sister's big strap-on dildo in my mouth. It looked enormous and I didn't know if I'd be able to fit my lips around it, but when I got to her, I realized that it only looked so big in comparison to Sammie's tiny, 10 year old body. It was ridiculous for this ten inch male appendage to be hanging off such a small, feminine girl, but as usual, I couldn't stop from being completely turned on by even the most deviant sex act. Looking up into my little sister's eyes as she guided my head to the tip of the soft rubber cock, she smiled warmly at me, like she used to when we were still friends and still loved each other like normal sisters do. That didn't stop her from pulling my head in and pushing her hips to meet my face, as her dick slid slowly into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged on the young girl's cock, and she relented momentarily, before pushing back into my mouth. Slowly she rocked her thin hips with both hands nested in my hair, pushing the large dick farther down my throat with each thrust. I was extremely turned on to be fucked and abused this way, and I loved the sight of her tight little body swaying and flexing gently as she humped her big sister's wet mouth.

I became glad to accept her toy, and pretended it was really hers and I could give her pleasure through it. I started pushing forward of my own accord and hungrily slurped and sucked at my sister's dick like I'd always longed to do for the boys I'd been with. Grabbing Sammie's pert behind with my hands, I let her fuck my face with rising tempo as I fought to bring her to an impossible orgasm through her proxy member. I was on my knees, dressed like a whore and servicing my 10 year old sister's strap-on, and I couldn't help but reach down to finger my panty-covered mound, rubbing the sopping material into my sensitive clit. As the young girl buried her big cock to the hilt in my eager mouth, I desperately wanted to feel her hot cum shoot down my throat and fill me with her love. Instead, after holding this position while my body flooded with the first orgasm of the day, Sammie gently pulled the glistening cock from my mouth and I fell over, shaking with pleasure and gasping for breath.

"Get up, whore."

I just moaned, my mind in a whirl. She grabbed my hair, yanking my head up and my thoughts back to the present. I made it back up to my hands and knees, apologizing the whole time and trying to hug myself into my little sister's shapely legs. Pushing my face away, annoyed, she told me to get on the bed. I climbed up, still on my hands and knees and arched my back to expose more of my ass to the young girl. She slapped me roughly on my ass and the spanking sent jolts of pleasure through me. She hadn't hit me hard, and her soft, warm hand felt so good smacking into me and squeezing my firm, athletic ass. I'd just came, but I wanted more from her. I wanted to be hers completely - to be owned by her. I was in a haze of lust and love and crazy seduction and just wanted to be Sammie's implicitly. She yanked down my thong to my knees and I shuddered in anticipation.

The first shock of her small, probing tongue on my swollen pussy lips drew a high-pitched squeal from me. I leaned down farther, pressing my face into my sister's bedspread and raising my ass as high as it would go to give her better access to my dripping slit. Sammie lapped hungrily at my steamy cunt, the ten year old exuberantly tonguing me and then slacking off as I approached climax, driving me wild. A huge orgasm was building to a crescendo deep within me, and every lick and nibble was driving me closer and closer to the brink. Abruptly, I felt the absence of my little sister's tongue and hot breath on my virgin pussy, almost immediately replaced by her clenching hands on my ass as she climbed up onto the bed behind me. Groaning incoherently, I just wanted her to keep going or fuck me or do something, since I was so close to cumming. When I felt the tip of her rubber cock at the entrance to my throbbing sex, I thought I was going to explode.

"Do you want me to fuck you, slut?"

Oh god yes! I think I replied. I might have just been babbling nonsense at that point, but I thrust my ass back toward the young girl to get my point across.

"No," she said, pulling away. "You have to beg for it."

"Sammie... please! Please fuck your big sister. I want you so bad! I want your sweet cock inside me!"

"Because you have no choice, right? You want me more than anything else and you're giving up everything to be mine, yes?"

"YES! Yes, whatever you say. I'm your slave. I love you more than anything and I want you more than anything!"

"That's what I wanted to hear," Sammie said softly. I bit my lip, expecting to feel her plunge the whole ten inches deep inside me with one thrust, taking my cherry and asserting her ownership. Instead she pushed me forward with her hands, and I obliged by lying on my stomach, just raising my ass up as much as I could. She entered me slowly until she hit my virgin resistance, and my pent up orgasm immediately burst like a supernova throughout my lower body. In the throes of passion, she took the opportunity to break my last barrier to womanhood, and the pain turned instantly to pleasure as I was cumming. With her cock halfway into my bliss-ravaged body, the little girl rocked with minute movements, gradually getting my just broke-in pussy accustomed to this new girth. As my orgasm faded and merged into the new pleasurable sensation of having my tight cunt filled up, I started moaning again and Sammie pushed farther into me.

Gently, and as I could only think of as lovingly, my little sister slowly fucked my pussy with her huge cock, ensuring I enjoyed every second and responding in tiny ways to enhance the sexual feelings I intimated with new squeals or the movement of my hips. She somehow knew when I was ready for more, and she responded by pumping the thick cock faster into my sexy, writhing body. Her nails raked lightly down my back and I turned partially onto my side, raising my top leg up to spread my pussy for her and so I could squeeze my big breasts and pull on my aching nipples. My little sister pulled my leg so it was going over her shoulder as she sat on my lower thigh, and she was able to get so deep inside me I felt like her cock was hitting up into my womb. She pushed as far it would go, her thin legs clenched around my middle, our pelvises locked together tightly, and in that position just slightly rocked back and forth, the slow rhythm driving deep inside me like a piping hot rod sending flames of lust throughout my body.

I didn't have any sensible thoughts as I was getting my brains fucked out by the beautiful elementary school girl, but in hindsight I should have noted the distinct difference between the abusive way our encounter had started and the sweet, tender fucking my little sister was giving me. It wasn't until she pulled my leg farther over and I flipped onto my back that the feeling of being in love and being loved joined the more base sensations inside me. With my little sister, whom I adored and cherished, hugging me tightly and suckling gently at my oversized tits, I was free to gaze at her sweet, innocent face and run my fingers through her silken hair as she pumped her little hips away between my legs. It was amazing how easily she could manipulate my emotions and turn me from abject degradation to this protective loving feeling. The young girl pounded away at my pussy, and past her bare back I watched her sexy ass rise and fall as she slammed wave after wave of ecstasy into me. I wrapped my legs and arms around my little sister and we melted together in a wave of pleasure as her thrusting cock brought me to the most intense rapture I'd ever felt.

Sweating and panting, we held each other and laid on her bed, our heartbeats slowing and synchronizing and just enjoying the special closeness of lovers and sisters. I brushed the hair from her brow with a finger and gazed contentedly into my baby sister's clear blue eyes, untouched by malice or contempt. In fact, I only saw the same loving tenderness I had for her reflected back from her eyes and beaming face. When she looked at me like that, it was easy to see how I could fall so deeply in love with the beautiful little nymphette, and I felt like things had once again changed between us, only this time for the best.

Her head resting on my gently rising breast, she stroked my shoulder and arm and asked me if I hated her.

"No, of course not! Sammie... I love you. I always have, and I always will." I hesitated, not wanting to bring back the bitter, unfeeling side of her I'd gotten to know, then asked, "Can't we always just be like this?"

She nodded and said, "Yes, I think so. I'm glad you don't hate me. I've always loved you too, but I had to do it like this."

"I don't understand," I began, the biggest understatement of my life. "Why did you hurt me so much? Why all the games?"

She couldn't meet my eyes, and tears welled up in her sparkling eyes. "I knew what you needed, but I couldn't just give it to you. I knew you'd always worry about what you were doing and fight with yourself. You had to give in completely, or the rest of your life would be eaten away with guilt. I had to convince you there was no turning back."

In an odd way that made sense, as I had been struggling with my predicament - until today, when I decided to give up everything to be with my sister. Now my conscience wasn't troubled. Not by the fact that I was in love with my sister, or that I enjoyed having sex with a little ten year old girl. Sure I knew that it was wrong, but only intellectually - my heart was sure. I looked back at Sammie after this happy epiphany, and saw that she was waiting with trepidation for my response. Even though she knew what she had to do and how I would respond, I realized that she'd never risked so much - her sister and her love - and even she wasn't entirely sure how I'd react. I didn't feel like I needed to say anything, however, and simply pulled her face to mine and gave her a slow, sensual kiss that lingered on and on as my response.

EPILOGUE

We shared our thoughts and our bodies the rest of that day, as new lovers do, and six years later as I write this, we're still best friends and steadfast lovers. Obviously, no one can ever know the full extent of our relationship, but we still find ways to be together both privately and publicly. Sammie is 16 now and drop-dead gorgeous. I was right that she would eclipse me in beauty and sexiness, although she often argues that I've only gotten hotter since going to college and she's still a long way from being my equal. At any rate, when she comes up to campus to visit for a long weekend, it's as my girlfriend from back home, and no one's the wiser when we stroll around holding hands or make out at parties. At least lesbianism is socially acceptable, although I guess we'll have to wait on the same being said for incest and pedophilia (though the latter is hardly an issue at this point). The bottom line is that we're happiest when we're together and we plan on remaining so throughout our lives, come what may.

that was one of the best elit stories i have ever read
i look forward o reading you're future stories

Wow

Probably the sexiest most sweetest thread I've read in this forum. <3

This is most definitely the best story i've read on elit in years. I was most turned on by the fact that the littler sister is EXTREMELY intelligent, highly observant, very perceptive- and that hits ALL my buttons in just the right ways.
GOD what I wouldn't give for an older sister to teach me that, or a little sister who knows what she wants and isn't shy about asking her older brother to clue her in...

Her intellect and level of observation to detail is on par with Sherlock, and she reminds me SO much of that.

It's also lovey-dovey in just the right amounts, and that really turns me on- and not just in a sexual way. The amount of compassion they show, and the risk she took in doing so is for me a HUGE expression of love and trust. The fact that she's so smart as to be able to understand the risks and go for it anyway... ngh. I love it.