My Sisters And I

THREE

The next morning, I felt like the third day of football practice. My pelvis felt punched in in front and my belly muscles ached as if I'd been doing grass drills of two hundred pushups apiece. Usually, when we finished our chores, we'd all go down to the beach for a swim and to lay around in the sun… but all I wanted to do was get off by myself somewhere and sleep.

Besides, from the looks I was getting from Darlene and Anita and especially from Cousin George (along with a few snide remarks), I had an idea being with the family on the beach would be like running the gauntlet through a couple of lines of well-armed Cherokee braves. I was in no shape to take a ribbing just then, though ordinarily I can handle myself well enough in the comeback department.

Also, I was suffering what one of my teachers calls a “crisis of conscience.” I knew I had committed what the Bible calls a mortal sin… not just with one of my sisters but with two of them. And more than once in each case. And the hell of it was, every time I looked at either Darlene or Anita, I got a hard-on. I wanted more and so did both girls… even though we knew it was wrong.

So, when I finished cleaning up I didn't go to the beach. Instead, I walked away from the house, along the narrow path through the yucca and the sparse scrub pines to the shack. This was a run-down old adobe hut with a leaky roof and two crummy rooms with a half-busted partition between them. None of us knew who had built it or lived in it or maybe died in it… it was simply there when Dad inherited the island from his Irish-Mexican great-grandfather. We kids had used it as a playhouse ever since we began summering there… but as we got older, we more or less forgot about it. It was the first time I had been there all summer. We had furnished it with castoffs from the main house and one summer Darlene and Anita had decorated it with a lot of bright decals and psychedelic posters and put bright calico covers over the ratty tables and chairs. There was an old rump-sprung sofa in the bigger room and a nailed-together busted-down bed in the smaller back room.

I went in there and lay down on the bed and tried to assemble my mixed-up thoughts and feelings and decide what to do with the strange situation I found myself in. But every time I put my thoughts in any sort of order, they'd get muddled with visions of the way Anita's cunt had felt in the water out there on the reef, and the terrific sucking and fucking sessions I had enjoyed with Darlene until sunrise. After a few minutes, I guess I fell asleep.

I was wakened some time later by a mixture of strange sounds that seemed to come from the ramshackle partition right against my left ear. At first, I was so drugged with sleep that I thought the broken wall itself was talking to me… then I realized the sounds were coming from the sofa right on the other side of the partition. The springs of the old sofa were creaking and it sounded as if someone were sobbing softly in time with the creaks. I listened for a while, trying to figure out who it was… then I sat up and pulled back a bull fight poster that covered a gap in the partition and peeked through.

The light was dim, of course, but I could see all right. Francie, my fourteen-year-old kid sister, was lying there on her back with tears running down her cheeks. She had taken off her faded little blue bikini and tossed both parts over a chair beyond the sofa. She had her knees apart and was diddling herself with both hands digging into her tiny cunt. It was the first time I had ever watched a girl jerk off, and it was interesting, so I kept looking.

Little Francie was something to look at even if she was just a kid. She had long heavy golden hair streaked with platinum by the sun, and her face, even screwed up with crying, was even prettier than Anita's… and that was saying something. She was a beautiful bronze color all over, and her compact little body looked like an overripe bud about to burst into full blossom. She was chunky with what I knew was baby fat that would go away in a year or two, and her plump little breasts were just beginning to rise from her chest, with nipples starting to jut. Even doing what she was doing, she looked as sweet and innocent as a cherub in some old religious painting.

I opened my mouth to say something to her… I loved Francie the way I love all my sisters, especially lately… but then she did something that stopped me cold. She lifted her hands from her tiny cunt and went on gently rubbing her mound above it with her left hand while she reached for something on the far side of her body. I could look right down into her crotch from my point of vantage. Her cunt didn't seem to have any lips at all, like Darlene or Anita's, but the tiny opening was dripping wet with the same white fluid I had seen on Anita's and on Cousin George's cock when he finished fucking her on the beach. I sensed that she had been diddling herself to make some pussy juice, and I wondered why. But not for long…

Her right hand reappeared above her body, holding a thick kitchen candle. She had stopped her crying and was holding it up, looking at it. Then she put it to her tiny mouth and licked the flat top of the wax cylinder, took it in both hands and placed the tip with its drooping bit of wick end, right against her cunt. She pushed and cried out when it failed to get past her portals. Then she planted her feet wide on the couch and lifted her rump and bridged, trying to force it inside… but again she failed, sobbing aloud in bitter frustration and crying, “I'll never make it.”

I had to do something. I said, “Not with that thing, darling… and if you do, you'll tear yourself to pieces.”

She dropped the candle as if it had suddenly grown red-hot. She lay there as if paralyzed and then said, “Jeff… oh, Jeff!”

I said, “It's all right, Francie. I was asleep.”

She said, “But you never come here anymore… nobody does except Jean and me, and Jean's with Missie back at the house.”

I said, “Well, I did today… and I guess it's a good thing. You could have hurt yourself with that candle. Why did you take such a thick one, anyway?”

She said, her lovely little face petulant, “Yesterday, when Darlene and I were watching you and Cousin George with Anita, I saw how big you were… and I was afraid I couldn't hold either of you.”

I said, “Aren't you a little young for that?”

She looked at me through the hold in the partition, and said, “Bullshit! I'm the only virgin left in my class in school. Do you think I want to be an old maid?”

She was up squatting on her knees so we could talk eye to eye. She was like a plump little plum, just waiting to be devoured by anyone with nerve and sense enough to pluck her from branch and stem.

As for me… my dong was up and straining against the front of my shorts so hard I had to look down and make an adjustment. When I looked back again, Francie had vanished. Then I heard her laughing softly behind me like some cherub who had joyously sold out to the devil. Her beautiful brown skin was gleaming with the sweat she had worked up in her efforts to lubricate her pussy and her bright green eyes went from my face to my jock as I swung her way. She pointed at it with a plump forefinger, and said, “That's better than any candle…” and then she was all over me.

I knew this was wrong but it was as if I were hypnotized… I couldn't have moved to fight Francie off if I'd wanted to… and the hell of it was that I didn't want to. From the instant her flesh touched mine, I was like a plastic doll in the hands of that adorable cherub.

Anita had expressed desire for me yesterday afternoon when she took my cherry so deliciously in the Gulf water on the reef offshore. Darlene had been so hungry for my cock that she had been unable to keep herself from sucking as well as fucking me last night. But both of their desires, laid end to end or rolled up together, were small compared to the lust of this sex-hungry, love-hungry child.

When I was able to tear my lips free from hers for an instant, I cried, “Christ, honey, you're too young.”

She said, “Juliet was only fourteen.”

I said, “But Juliet didn't fuck her own brother.”

She said, “I saw what you did with Anita yesterday… and she's not even your real sister.”

I gave up… short of knocking her unconscious, there wasn't much else I could do. By then she had pulled my trunks off… with some difficulty, thanks to the size of my pole… and was staring at its erect length with undisguised, openmouthed wonder and delight.

She said, in a whisper after bending to kiss its pink-purple tip delicately, “It's beautiful… but it's so big! It almost frightens me.”

I said, “It's not as big as that candle I watched you try to jam up your cute little twat.”

She said, “But this doesn't have a wick.”

I saw the laughter in her wicked green eyes and was glad… Francie was basically a merry little girl, full of the most charming if often aggravating mischief. Her crack about my cock not having a wick was typical Francie mischief. I was happy to see her so happy and no longer in tears, so for the time being I put everything out of my mind except the task of making her happier… and if this added to my own bliss, who was around to say me nay?

She hugged me and kissed me all over and played with me and I gave her at least as good as she got. I kissed her nipples until they stood to rigid attention, I rubbed her little clit until she began to wriggle like a fish on my middle finger, I massaged her buttocks and the crack between them until she opened up like a sunflower in bright daylight. I tangled my tongue with hers until we were both short of breath.

All the while, she was fingering my dong which was expanding to ever greater proportions. It was as if, after sixteen years of being kept under wraps, having found its proper targets the day and night before, it was suddenly coming into full manhood. Thanks to the workouts Anita and Darlene had given it, it was slow to come… which was a good thing or I'd have shot my wad before we even made genital contact. I was halfway reluctant to fuck her for fear of hurting her. After all, I'd never broken a maidenhead in my life and Francie was my own kid sister, but after a while, things reached a pass where the thing had to be done or we were going to wind up hung halfway up the wall.

She may have been about half my size but right then she had the strength of a full-grown Amazon. She locked herself to me as I sat on the bed and went over backward, pulling me with her, so that I was lying on top of her sugar-sweet young body with her firm little legs tight around my ramp and her arms around my neck. She lay still for a moment and whispered, “Fuck me, Jeff… fuck me now!”

So help me, I tried. Her virgin hole may have been tiny, but it was dripping, and I had no trouble inserting the head of my cock. She uttered a little squeal of delight as it pushed past her portals and our union commenced… but when I tried to sink myself deeper in her tight little shaft I felt as if the end of my dong had rammed right up against a stone wall. She stiffened around it and closed her green eyes tight and said through her gleaming white teeth, “Ram it through, Jeff. I want it all the way in. Jam it up where it belongs.”

I pulled back a little and she shuddered and gasped and clung to me convulsively, afraid I was going to pull all the way out. But I had no intention of doing that now that my cock had tasted pussy again. I drove it into her as hard as I could… and once again I felt as if I had hit a rock.

“Again!” she urged. “Don't quite now, Jeff.”

I gave it another try and decided enough was enough. If I kept it up, my prick was going to be truncated, or so I thought. Besides, it was beginning to hurt like hell.

“Don't, Jeff!” she gasped as I withdrew. “Please don't stop fucking me. I can't stand it.”

“/can't stand it,” I said.

My prick was beginning to lose some of its stiffness. Sitting up beside me, Francie saw it wilt and uttered a cry of alarm and fell upon it like a puma swarming all over a hapless rabbit. She rubbed it, she tickled it, she suckled it, her platinum-streaked golden head bobbing up and down along its shaft like some kind of a machine… and in a couple of minutes it was bigger than before. After all, Cock Robin still wanted his worm.

She straightened and sat on her haunches beside me, her green eyes studying my cock thoughtfully. She seemed to be measuring not only its size but its angle as I lolled back on my elbows with the partition at my shoulder blades. Then she reached a decision, saying, “Don't move, Jeff darling… I've got to work this out for myself,” she straddled me sinuously, then lifted her sweet little rump and, holding my rigid cock steady with her right hand around behind under her crotch, she worked her cunt down over it until, once more, the barrier of her maidenhead blocked any further penetration.

She grabbed my shoulders tightly with both hands and I could feel her little cunt tighten around the head of my prick. Then she lifted, holding my tip still inside her and then drove down with all her force and with gravity working in her favor as well. There was a tearing sensation and she let out a little yelp of agony. Then she jammed the knuckles of her left hand into her mouth and went right on pushing down on my prick, taking more and more of it into her.

I've heard quite a few guys talk about taking their first cherries… but I never heard of anyone else who was in a position to watch the whole thing while it was happening. It was exciting as hell. Little by little, her cunt was absorbing my cock, like a boa constrictor ingesting a baby sheep. It seemed to be drawn up into her by some irresistible force… but slowly, oh so slowly, pulling the rim of her cunt and even some of the sparse golden hair sprouting from the crack and mound above it in after itself. I saw her wince and said, “Honey, I'm hurting you.”

She said, “It's killing me… but I'm not stopping now.”

She wasn't, either. As I held still, propped against the partition, she began pumping her cunt slowly up and down on my rod. It was indescribably tight and hot and she could not get me more than two thirds of the way in. As she thus employed slow friction, each time she pulled up, she left my prick bright red with her hymeneal blood. Her mouth was open and she was uttering little panting sounds, like a bitch in heat on a warm day… and she was in heat all right, poor little darling. I could feel waves of pain ripple through her and she flinched each time she drew me deeper into her tight little passage and knew that, so far, she was not getting much fun out of it.

But Francie was always a determined kid… once she made up her mind she wanted something, she hung in there until she got it, whether it was a new toy or a new boy… and this time she wanted to become a woman in the fullest sense of the word. There was only one hitch in the path of her progress toward fulfillment… me. Propped up as I was with my shoulder blades flattened against the uneven wooden partition and with Francie's weight full upon my loins, I was beginning to feel more and more as if I were caught in a pretzel-bending machine.

Each time she brought herself down, I felt the back of my head bang the wall through the bull fight poster. I wanted to make things easier for both of us and got one hand free to circle her buttocks and bring her to a stop. She said, “What's the matter?”

I said, “I've got to change my position. Let's take a break and get comfortable.”

But she was having none of that. Her green eyes blazed with fury as I had never seen them blaze before, and she said, “Comfortable! Do you think I'm comfortable?” She actually hammered at my shoulder with a tiny fist and I tried to dodge and slipped sideways and Francie came with me and we were lying sideways on the bed, much the way I had lain with Darlene some of the time last night.

I heard her let out another little yelp and looked down to discover that the action had loosened something else so that my prick was inside her all the way to its bloodstained hilt. That was the last cry of pain she gave that morning. The sudden added penetration had unlocked her portals of pleasure, and she began to pump and writhe against me with her now-slippery cunt pistoning up and down on my jock with the frantic rising rhythms of sensual delight.

My own loins began to stir and, before I was aware of what I was doing, I had rolled her under me and spread her apart like a frog on the dissecting table in a biology class and drove my prick so far into her I felt as if it would come out her mouth. I said, “I'm sorry, honey,” but those green eyes flashed again underneath me and that tight little twat of hers seemed to explode. She drove it up at me like a triphammer and I had all I could do just to hang in there and ride out the storm. She must have come a dozen times before my own juices began to roil up through my balls and then through the tube in my cock to detonate far up inside her in a tidal wave of the greatest pleasure I have ever known in my life.

I don't know what it was about sex with Francie… hell, she was only a child and maybe that was part of it… but it was different from sex with Darlene or Anita. Fucking them was delicious, but with them it was a game whose rules they already knew… fucking Francie was like fucking a little savage to whom it meant everything and who had never heard of a rule book.

When I tried to pull out of her after our terrific spending, she held me there with her heels digging into my buttocks and said, “No you don't, Jeff… not after what I just went through to get you inside me.”

I was afraid of my weight crushing her little-girl body and tried to roll sideways again… but my demon kid sister was not having any of that, either. She held me right on top of her with her scissors grip and we lay there, completely joined, absolutely still for a long moment. Then she said, “Aren't you going to kiss me, Jeff?”

So help me, I hadn't thought about it since we really got swinging. Fucking Francie had been more of an athletic feat, for all the pleasure it gave me, than an act of love. I tried to make up for it now, holding her terrific little body tenderly close and arching my neck to put my lips on hers and let my tongue dance to the rhythm hers beat against its eager tip.

And all the time she was holding my cock gripped tight in her tunnel of love. The green eyes looked up at me softly this time as she withdrew her lips and said, “I love you, Jeff darling, more than anybody else in the whole world.”

Then she lifted her mouth and bit my lower lip… not enough to mark it but enough to make me cry out with pain and alarm. At the same moment, she began to thrust and bob with her cunt and to dig her fingernails into the skin of my back as voluptuous excitement once again took possession of her.

It was wild… really wild. This time either there was no pain involved for her or her pleasure wiped it out, and the fluids she copiously suffused my cock with were no longer scarlet. If her techniques still lacked subtlety, her onslaught was so vigorous and her young body so fresh and strong that my response was almost immediate. It was an animal act while it lasted… with me right on top and plunging straight ahead and her tight little pussy responding as if it had a will and life of its own. We were slippery with sweat and this lubrication only added to our pleasure… and when we came together at last I felt as if I was being drained to the tips of my toes.

When at last it was over, she looked up at me, a green-eyed, golden-haired, disheveled female cherub and smiled a soft angelic little smile of contentment as she said, “Darling, that's what I call a real piece of arse.”