The sun was beginning to set as Stacy Hirano finally reached her own front door. As it swung shut behind her she dropped her shopping bags, let out a long, tired groan and flopped face-first onto the living room sofa. Without moving a centimeter more than absolutely necessary, she used her feet to flick her black flat Mary Janes off and wiggled her toes in her blue stockings, enjoying their freedom. Finally, she turned her head away from the couch cushion, staring at the turned-off television and wondering if she had the energy to reach for the remote. It had been a long day.
At least she and Candace had managed to get a little shopping in before the daily bust-fest began. Stacy had picked up some really cute shoes, too. But before she’d had a chance to enjoy them, it began. On the one hand, Phineas & Ferb’s maglev train to anywhere was pretty cool. On the other, running back and forth from the central station at the Danville Mall to the Tri-State Area Model Train Confectionary Contest at the park was exhausting. And of course, when Candace finally listened to Stacy and took the maglev to the park, the second they all got off the train it shrank down to forty centimeters long and turned into pulled sugar. Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher, the contest’s ‘celebrity’ judge, had given them third place. Stacy had made her escape while Candace was having her post-failed bust meltdown.
Stacy’s stomach started growling, reminding the 15 year old how long it had been since lunch, and also that her mother was out of town for a medical conference and she was going to have to fend for herself in the kitchen. She slid off the couch, straightened her short blue skirt and went to look in the fridge. There were several plastic containers of dinners Dr. Hirano had prepared for her daughters…a little leftover chicken…Stacy paused and licked the corner of her mouth. There was also a half-empty six pack of Mordant Monotreme Tri-State Triple Hop, her mother’s favorite microbrew.
Of course, it had been there since her mother had left, but this was the first time Stacy had been really tempted to filch one. It would hardly be the first time…Stacy snuck one of her mom’s beers every couple of weeks or so. She was never certain whether Dr. Hirano ever really noticed there was one missing, or if her mom didn’t think it was that big a deal. Stacy had been planning to drink one since she’d first noticed them, but she’d decided to wait until just the right time…
Her phone started playing Candace’s ringtone. She grabbed one of the bottles. It was the right time. As Stacy opened the bottle, she put her phone against her shoulder and let her best friend’s panicked voice start spilling out. “Stacy, Jeremy’s taking me out to dinner, and I wanted to try that new Mexican place, but Jeremy said he’s tired of Mexican food. Do you think that means he’s tired of Mexican food, or is he tired of me deciding where we eat, or is he just tired of me?”
“Well, that covers all the bases for today,” Stacy muttered under her breath as she returned to the living room and threw herself onto the couch. She took a long pull from the bottle as Candace’s paranoid babbling continued. “Don’t you think you might be reading just a little too much into this?” she asked, managing to keep most of the sarcasm out of her voice, when Candace paused for breath.
“Reading too much into it?! Stacy!” Stacy rolled her eyes and took another swig as Candace launched into an explanation as to why dinner plans were the most important barometer of any relationship. A pleasant, mellow warmth began to spread through Stacy’s young body, really taking the edge off her annoyance at her friend. Not really paying attention to what she was saying, she gave the redhead some advice that seemed to mollify her for the moment. But further wacky misadventures were sure to follow, which is why, after Candace hung up, Stacy turned her phone off.
Enjoying the fresh silence in the now almost-dark living room, Stacy let her eyes half-close. “Give me half a chance, Candace, I’ll make you forget all about Jeremy and your brothers and everything else,” she whispered. She let one of her feet touch the ground, spreading her legs open enough to reveal her baby blue panties beneath her skirt. She sometimes felt a little guilty about making her best friend play center stage in her fantasies, but with the beer and the day she’d just had, she felt like her imaginary Candace could use a little workout.
She set the beer carefully on the coffee table and lightly walked the fingertips of her right hand over her panty-covered mound. Her favorite Candace fantasy was already unfolding. Her hand slipped down into her panties and found her pussy already wet and hot. The redhead was bent over her own bed, her knees on the ground. Her white skirt was flipped up around her waist, and her panties were pulled down to her thighs, giving Stacy a perfect view of her friend’s skinny, creamy-white ass as she stepped into the room. Stacy was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, and a pair of wickedly sharp high heels as she stepped into Candace’s room.
With an evil grin she sat right on the small of Candace’s back with her legs crossed, one high-heeled foot touching the floor. Her right hand rested between the redhead’s shoulder blades, pushing her harder against the mattress. Her left hand lifted up and slapped down across Candace’s rear in a stinging little snap that made her gasp. “You wanna go bust your brothers?” Stacy asked huskily.
“No, Mistress,” Candace replied, her voice muffled by her bed sheets. She squealed as Stacy gave her another spank.
“You wanna go on a date with Jeremy?”
Candace quivered underneath her. “Noooo, Mistress!” she groaned.
“What do you want to do, then?”
“I…want to do whatever you want me to, Mistress. I want to let you do whatever you want…to me.”
“Mmm…” Stacy licked her lips, both in the fantasy and in reality. “Good answer.” She got off Candace and sat on the bed next to her. “Get down.”
Obediently, Candace slid down the mattress, remaining on her knees with her eyes cast downwards. Stacy lifted one long, slender leg and held her foot out in front of Candace’s face, the smooth patent leather shoe shining in the light, especially off the tip of the pointed six-inch heel. “Lick it,” Stacy hissed.
With a soft, helpless moan, Candace shut her eyes tight and began to obey. Stacy watched hungrily as her best friend’s long, bright pink tongue bathed her foot. She ran her tongue over her top teeth as Candace began sucking on the stiletto heel. “Just like that,” Stacy urged her on. “You’re going to want that nice and wet and slippery when I-”
“Staaaay-ceeee!” The sudden cry from upstairs made Stacy yank her hand from her panties and sit bolt upright in a shattered second, her heart in her throat. It was Ginger, her little sister. The front door had been locked when she came home, so Stacy had assumed that Ginger was still out with the other Fireside Girls.
Hearing movement from the upstairs hall, the Japanese teen quickly sucked her fingers clean of her own juices and wiped them dry on her top. As she started to lean back carefully, her eyes opened wide as she saw the half-empty beer bottle on the coffee table. She grabbed it and leaned over the arm of the couch to hide it underneath, just as she heard Ginger’s light footsteps on the stairs.
“Stacy? What’cha doin'?”
Tucking the bottle safely out of sight behind the couch, Stacy stayed leaning over the arm, pretending to rummage around. “Just looking for the remote!”
“It’s sitting right here on the coffee table.”
“Oh, really?” Stacy sat back down with a little chuckle. “Guess I didn’t look very hard then! How long have you been…home…?” Stacy blinked as she saw what her little sis was wearing. It was a light blue kimono covered with bright floral designs, an outfit that she’d worn to the Danville Japanese cultural festival back in the spring. But more than that, the eleven year old’s long black hair had been pulled up into a rather rough approximation of a geisha’s shimada style, and it looked like she’d really gone to town on her face with a powder puff, making her look rather chalky and pale, if not quite reaching the look she was obviously going for. “Ginger, what were you doing?” Stacy asked with a rather nonplussed smile.
Ginger pouted a little. “I wanted to surprise you, but you never came upstairs! I’m playing geisha girl…want to come see?”
“I, um…” Stacy sighed a bit. She was still tingling brightly with frustration between her legs, and she had to remember to dispose of the beer bottle at some point…but Ginger just seemed so excited, and she was being awfully adorable. Stacy couldn’t help but go along. “Alright Ginger, lead the way.”
“Right this way!” Ginger turned up the stairs with a graceful little flourish that she’d obviously practiced quite a bit. She went first to Stacy’s room, which surprised the older girl a little until she saw her own kimono laid out carefully on the bed. “Once you’re dressed, please come to the reception room,” Ginger said politely. “Will you need assistance getting changed?”
For a moment Stacy was tempted to say yes, just to see the look on her sister’s face, but she just laughed a little and shook her head. “I think I’ve got it.” With a little bow, Ginger left the room and closed the door.
Stacy laughed again, wondering what had brought this all on. It wasn’t the sort of pretend game Ginger usually favored. “You watch,” she said to herself as she pulled off her turquoise top and straightened her bra, “halfway through she’s either going to turn into a superhero or a villain and attack me. She has to be getting this from some manga or another.” She bent over and began rolling her stockings down her legs.
Once she was down to just her bra and panties, Stacy was sorely tempted to take a few minutes and finish what she had started downstairs. In fact, she slipped her hand inside her panties and slid a finger through her dewy folds for a moment before removing it reluctantly. When Ginger got excited like this, she tended to be impatient, and the last thing Stacy would want is to go even further only to get interrupted again.
So instead she just slid on the kimono. It was a dark midnight blue, with a much more abstract floral pattern than Ginger’s traced out white and silver. She did love how the silk felt against her skin, and as she looked in the mirror to wind the obi around her waist, she had to admit that she looked good in it, even without fussing with her hair or makeup.
Forewarned against the inevitable plot switch, Stacy left her room and went to Ginger’s. The little girl had a low little table, and she was kneeling at it, carefully pouring liquid from a bottle into a set of flat little sake cups that their mother usually kept in a cupboard. But when Stacy saw what bottle Ginger was pouring from her heart nearly stopped yet again, and she grabbed the door with a little strangled sound.
Ginger looked up, clearly surprised by her sister’s reaction. “Stacy, what’s the matter?”
“That…Ginger, why did you open that bottle?!”
Ginger blinked and looked at the bottle again. It had no label, and was white with hand-painted cherry blossoms. “It was in the back of Mom’s liquor cabinet. I didn’t think anyone would notice ‘cause there was dust all over it.” She ran a finger down the neck. “See?”
“Stop!” Stacy exclaimed, hurrying forward and carefully taking the bottle. “Ginger, this is really expensive sake mom was saving for a special occasion. It costs like three hundred dollars!”
Ginger’s eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes welled with tears. “I didn’t…I’m sorry…I’m sorry!”
Stacy stared down at the bottle and ran her fingers through her hair worriedly. “Ginger, shush!” Her little sister shut her mouth with a snap. Stacy took a deep breath. “Okay…mom probably wasn’t gonna drink this anytime soon. If we just put the bottle back, she probably won’t notice anything’s wrong until we can think of something.”
“Can’t we just pour it back in and close the bottle up tight and hope she never notices?” Ginger asked in a tiny, tentative voice.
Stacy shook her head. “Sake goes bad after you open it. This is going to get really nasty in a day or so. Mom would definitely notice that whenever she decides to drink it! Maybe…maybe we can find another bottle somewhere…”
Ginger bit her lip. “I’ll…I’ll help you pay for it…somehow. I promise!”
She just looked so guilty and forlorn that Stacy couldn’t hide a smile. “You better!” she laughed, and Ginger visibly relaxed.
“You aren’t mad?” she asked plaintively.
Oddly enough, Stacy wasn’t. Maybe it was still the soothing effect of the half a beer she’d drank, but now that the initial shock and horror had worn off, the whole situation was just so utterly ridiculous she couldn’t help but laugh.
As Stacy laughed, a shy, hesitant and very relieved smile appeared on her little sister’s face. “Well,” Ginger said, taking the bottle back, “since it’ll go bad soon anyway, would you care to have some, Miss?”
“I…hm.” Stacy thought. It was going to go bad…it would be sort of a shame to let it go to waste. And she’d never had sake before. “Oh sure, why not? Just try not to touch the dust much. We want it to look the same when we put it back in the cabinet.”
“Oh yes Miss!” Her excited smile returning, Ginger finished pouring into the saucer-like sake cup and handed it to her big sister carefully. “Please enjoy!”
Stacy took the cup and took a small, careful sip. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t at all what she expected. The sake mostly tasted like water, with just a hint of sweetness, a slight burn of alcohol and a bit of an almost floral flavor all its own. Her next sip was much less hesitant, and her third drained the small cup.
Ginger was looking at her curiously. “How does it taste?” There was another cup in front of her, but she hadn’t touched it yet.
“Not bad,” Stacy said uncertainly. “But, um, you know this is the kind of stuff grown-ups drink to get, you know, drunk.”
“Oh…” Ginger bit the corner of her lip and looked down at the flat cup nervously.
The difference between beer and sake was quickly becoming apparent to Stacy. The familiar sensation of warmth was much stronger, and blossoming much faster. Her cheeks felt somewhat warm, and a bubbly, happy feeling was welling up inside her. “Oh, just try a little sip,” she urged her little sister. It felt rather delightfully naughty to convince her to try her first sip of alcohol. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it, but you should at least try it!”
Ginger picked up the cup gingerly. She took a little sniff and wrinkled her nose. With a last look at Stacy, she closed her eyes tight and took a tiny little taste. She set the cup right back down, making a face. “I don’t think I like it,” she said apologetically.
“Not to worry!” Stacy grinned, snatching up the cup and draining it in one gulp. “More for me!”
“Stacy!” Ginger exclaimed. She looked sort of shocked, but she couldn’t keep herself from giggling. “You’re gonna get drunk!”
Stacy looked around and beckoned Ginger close. She cupped a hand over her little sister’s powder-dusted ear and whispered conspiratorially, “I’m a little drunk already.” Both siblings collapsed into giggles.
“Geishas are supposed to be experts at the art of conversation,” Ginger said in a serious tone as she poured both cups full again. “So how has your day been, Miss?”
“Oi,” Stacy took one of the sake cups and gulped down about half of it. “Bustapalooza, again. Back and forth, back and forth. The train was cool though.”
“And it was nice of Phineas and Ferb to take us to Tokyo to have lunch at Bachan’s restaurant,” Ginger offered.
“That was nice,” Stacy agreed before finishing off the cup she was holding and reaching for the other. “And you girls really nailed the musical number for this one.”
Ginger smiled shyly and looked down. “Thanks!” Stacy thought she could detect a hint of pinkness on her cheeks underneath the powder.
Then Stacy remembered something and wagged a chiding finger at her little sis. “But the skirts on those attendant outfits were way too short! I mean, I guess if you were watching the dance routine from the front you wouldn’t have seen anything, but I was sitting behind you girls and it was a panty peek party back there!” Ginger’s neck, below the powder, was beet red, but Stacy drained her fourth cup and continued. “Whose idea were those outfits? Was it Phineas and Ferb? Any boys that smart have gotta be a couple of little pervs, I don’t care if Isabella has a soft spot for Phineas…or a wet spot, maybe.”
“Stacy!” Ginger half-shrieked, covering her face in her utter embarrassment. “We made the outfits ourselves, okay? We’ve got a whole closet full of all sorts of uniforms and costumes. Jeez!”
“Hmph,” Stacy huffed, not really all that mollified. Besides, she was finding that scandalizing her baby sister was a lot of fun. “The skirts were still too short,” she muttered. She tapped one of the empty cups against the table. “A little service?” she asked teasingly.
“Um, oh, right, of course!” Ginger quickly filled the cup again. “But Stacy…” Ginger looked down and spoke quietly. “Maybe that’s enough?”
“Enough?” Stacy slammed back the sake and bounced to her feet, intending to show how well balanced she still was. Instead, the room tipped and spun around her and sent her staggering a few feet to the side until she caught herself on Ginger’s closet doorknob. She started giggling again. “Oh, whoops! Maybe…maybe just one more.”
Ginger looked a bit nervous, but giggled a little too. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” she started to say, but Stacy straightened up and put her hands on her hips, swaying slightly.
“Hey there little missie…Mom left me in charge. So if I want my little geisha girl to pour me more sake, she’d better start pouring or she’s gonna get a spanking!’
The little Asian girl rolled her eyes surreptitiously, but poured one of the cups full once more. “Here you are, Miss,” she said, maybe just a little sullenly.
“That’s better,” Stacy said, sitting back down. She watched Ginger’s sour expression over the rim of her cup and chuckled. “Don’t pout,” she cautioned, “or I might just spank you anyway!”
The face powder had started to rub off, especially where Ginger had covered her cheeks with her hands, so Stacy had no problem seeing the blush on the Fireside Girl’s face. “W-would M-Miss care for a muh…a massage?” she asked faintly.
Stacy put the empty cup down and lifted an eyebrow. “Massages aren’t really a geisha thing, Ginger,” she said, slurring slightly. Even sitting down, the room seemed to be gently moving underneath her, and she could feel her blood pumping hotly beneath her skin, making it tingle all over.
Ginger just shrugged. “Would Miss care for a massage?” she repeated the question, a little more confidently.
Stacy smiled. “Sure, why not?” She could feel a fluttery sensation in her stomach, and some distant little voice was telling her that this wasn’t such a hot idea…but suddenly the thought of letting her sister touch her bare skin seemed sort of…exciting.
“Right this way, Miss,” Ginger said, coming around the table and helping her to stand. Leaning heavily on her younger sibling, Stacy made her way to Ginger’s bed, half-sliding, half-falling onto the spring green sheets. Ginger helped her to lie on her back. Ginger’s bed was a little small, and Stacy’s knees had to pop up slightly as her bare feet pressed against the cream-colored footboard. “Please relax for a moment, Miss, while I prepare.”
“Take your time!” Stacy called, closing her eyes. The room seemed to spin even more when she did that, and she rather enjoyed the sensation. She started wriggling against the mattress, the friction making her skin tingle even more. She giggled a little and sighed happily, feeling every muscle in her body relax.
In fact she started to doze a little, which is why she didn’t pay attention when Ginger came back. It barely registered when Ginger lifted her right arm, or when her arm failed to come down again while Ginger walked around the bed and did the same to her left. She began to stir when her little sister lifted her left leg and let it hang suspended in the air, and she finally cracked her eyes open again as the little Fireside Girl grabbed her right foot.
She saw Ginger lifting her ankle towards a bright metal ring that was hanging from one of the bedposts and jerked her leg back reflexively. But with a quiet curse Ginger lunged and pulled Stacy’s foot back and snapped the ring closed around it before Stacy had a chance to act again.
“Wh…what’s going on?” Stacy asked blearily as she tried to put her hands down on the mattress to push herself up. She couldn’t. Looking up, she saw both her wrists were attached to the bedposts with real metal handcuffs, the other end cuffed tightly around the spherical finials that topped the posts. Her ankles had been cuffed to the footboard in precisely the same way. “Where’d you get handcuffs?” she demanded, blurting out the first question that came to mind.
“Our troop’s new Lamp Lighter let me borrow them,” Ginger replied off-handedly as she grabbed the bottle of sake off the table. Lamp Lighters were teenaged Fireside Girls who still helped with the organization. To Stacy’s continued shock, the little girl took a long swig directly from the bottle and wiped her mouth with her kimono sleeve. “That is good,” she sighed. Stacy noticed then that Ginger had let her hair down and washed the powder from her face.
“Hey…put that down!” Stacy tried to sound commanding, but she was far, far too drunk. “Come over here and let me go!”
Ginger giggled as she sat the bottle back down and stepped up next to her bed. She leaned forward and with a bright, impish smile replied, “No!”
Stacy was trying to focus, but everything was still swirling around her, including her thoughts. Trying to gather them was an exhausting proposition, so she just grabbed onto the first clear thought she found. “You can’t say no to me. Mom left me in charge. Let me go or...or I really will spank you!”
“Hmmm…” Ginger rocked back and forth on her heels, her hands clasped behind her back as she pretended to think about it. “Nope! I need you like this Stacy. You’re gonna help me earn a patch!” She leaned forward again and started tugging on the sash that held Stacy’s kimono closed. “A really, really special patch!”
All of Stacy’s concentration was focused on what Ginger was saying, so she barely noticed what her little sister was doing. “What patch…I promise, just let me go, and I’ll help you.” Not very commanding, but it was the best she could come up with.
Ginger just giggled as she finished pulling the long sash off of Stacy’s hips. “I don’t think you would,” she said teasingly as she pulled the silken garment open, revealing her big sister’s bra and panties.
“Ahh!” Stacy made a very undignified little squealing cry of surprise and protest as she was exposed. She tried to cover herself, but in her position the very best she could do was curl inward just a bit and press her knees together. “Ginger, cut it out!”
“I can’t!” Ginger said, half-moaning the words as she climbed on her bed and straddled Stacy’s waist. “I need my SLP Patch, Stacy! I’ll just die if I don’t get it soon!” She quickly unwound her own kimono’s sash and tossed it away before pulling her kimono down her shoulders. As it opened, Stacy could see that her little sister was naked beneath it. Her small, dark pink nipples were standing out stiffly from her perfectly flat chest, and Stacy could feel how hot Ginger’s sex was where the smooth skin pressed against her belly.
Stacy tried as hard as she could to get free, pulling on the handcuffs that held her with all her might. Ginger just sat there and let her. It was no good…the bed was small, but very solidly built, and in her position Stacy couldn’t get any leverage at all. “Ginger, just let me go!” Stacy tried to make it sound like an order, but her eyes were welling up with confused tears and it sounded more like a plea instead.
Ginger bit her lip and looked guilty. “I…I need it,” she whimpered plaintively. “I need my SLP Patch so, so, so bad!”
Stacy looked around the room and wriggled to and fro under Ginger. “What’s an SLP Patch, anyway?”
“It…it’s a Special Little…” Ginger’s voice dropped to a near-whisper. “…Pervert…patch…” She dropped her head to her naked chest, her dark hair hiding her face. “I gotta do the nastiest, most kinkiest thing I can think of to get it.” Ginger reached out and cupped her sister’s small breasts. Stacy could feel how hard her baby sister’s hands were trembling through her bra.
This was way, way, too much for Stacy to try and deal with in her condition. She opened her mouth, but she had absolutely nothing to say. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of frozen silence, she managed to mumble, “Ginger, please?” At that, she could feel the little girl’s entire body trembling on top of her, and Ginger hiccupped with suppressed tears.
“I gotta…I need…” Ginger scrambled off of her sister and crawled to her dresser. As Stacy stared at her, the little Fireside Girl grabbed her phone and huddled up in a ball against the dresser, her face still mostly hidden. Stacy could still hear her choking back sobs.
After a few moments, someone seemed to answer Ginger’s call. Her voice sounded thick and shaky as she spoke to whoever was on the other end. “Hello? …It’s Ginger. No, she’s on my bed. I…I used the handcuffs. But I don’t think…” Her voice cracked, and she started to cry. “I don’t think I can do it! I’m so, so sorry! …No, I do, I do! I just…not like this! I can’t…” She started hiccupping again. “I cuh…can’t! Duh…do it!”
Stacy tried calling to her. “Ginger, just let me go…I won’t be mad. I promise!” She was scared for herself, but even through the drunken haze she was getting even more scared for her sister. What was going on?
But Ginger wasn’t paying any attention to her. “No…no, I’ll listen,” she said miserably. She fell silent then, and gradually Stacy could hear her breathing start to even out. “Yes,” she mumbled. “Yes. Yes, I do. Yes, I am. Yes, I will.” Her voice gradually became calmer.
“Gin…Ginger?” Stacy wished she could see her sister’s face. “Ginger, please hang up the phone!”
“Yes, I do. Yes, I am. Yes, I will.” Ginger’s voice was very calm now, virtually emotionless. She uncurled from her little ball and got on one hand and her knees, her other hand holding the phone to her ear. Stacy was still having trouble seeing straight, but even from where she was, she could see that Ginger’s eyes were open wide and her face was completely blank.
“Yes, I do. Yes, I am. Yes, I will,” Ginger repeated, her voice a vague monotone. She lowered her head and pressed her cheek to the carpet as her other hand reached between her legs. Her ass began waving back and forth as she fingered her immature pussy. “Yes, I do. Yes, I am. Yes, I will. Yes, I do. Yes, I am, Yes, I will!” Her voice began to sound slightly ragged and breathless.
She repeated the phrase over and over, and Stacy could hear the wet, slick sounds of Ginger’s fingers busily working on her bare little quim. She was panting and moaning the words now, a little litany of mindless pleasure in response to whatever was happening on the other end of the phone. “Yes, I do! Yes, I am! Yes, I will!”
Stacy felt absolutely terrified on Ginger’s behalf. “Ginger, please hang up the phone! You don’t know what you’re doing…the phone’s bad, Ginger, it’s bad! Hang it up!”
Ginger made no sign that she heard her older sister in the slightest. Her body quivered as she finally sailed over the edge. “Yes! I do!” she cried out. “Yes! I am!Yes! I! WiiiIIIILL!” Her last word turned into a long, guttural groan as her tiny body writhed on the floor to the tune of a mind-obliterating orgasm. Stacy could only bite her lip and watch, eyes wide, as Ginger finally pulled herself upright on her knees, her face flushed and sweaty. There was a huge smile on her face.
“Oh, thank you so much,” she gushed to the anonymous voice on the other end of the phone. “Thank you thank you thank you! What? …oh, no, I won’t anymore! I will! Yes ma’am, me too! Thank you ma’am!” She hung up and walked back to the bed, still holding the phone. As she walked, she shrugged the sweaty kimono off her shoulders and let it slide to the ground, leaving her naked. Her absolutely hairless little pussy was a vivid, excited pink, and the normally flat lips were puffy, and glistening with wetness. From between her folds, the tiny little button of her clit peeked out.
There was a sunny smile on Ginger’s face as she approached, but Stacy didn’t like the look in her eyes...they were wide and bright, like there was no thought behind them at all. “Ginger…” Stacy spoke slowly and cautiously. “Who was that on the phone?”
“The troop’s new Lamp Lighter,” Ginger replied lightly. “I needed her help.”
Stacy felt herself shaking a little. “Does…does she help the other girls like that?”
“Not all the girls. Not yet. But…soon. A couple of the girls already have their SLP patches…they’re so lucky.” Ginger hopped up by the bed, putting her hip against Stacy’s ribs and running her hand over Stacy’s bare belly. The hand was wet and a little sticky, and Stacy realized Ginger was rubbing her juices on her. She shuddered. “But I’ll earn mine tonight!” Ginger continued in an excited whisper.
“Ginger, you have to stop this! We have to tell someone about what this…this person is making you girls do! It’s bad Ginger! It’s so, so bad!” Stacy said desperately, trying to wriggle a little further away.
Those words had something of the opposite effect of what Stacy was hoping for. Ginger shuddered lightly, making a little mewling sound of pleasure, and used her free hand to give her erect little nipple a squeeze. “I know…” she moaned softly. “But being bad feels so, so, so good!” She looked Stacy in the eyes, and licked her lips. “And now I’m gonna earn my patch by doing the worst, most sickest, perverted thing I could think of!”
“Wh…what?” Stacy said absently as she studied Ginger’s face, looking for any little glimmer of guilt or thought, anything that might bring back the uncertainty the little Fireside girl had felt before.
“I got my big sister drunk,” Ginger said, counting off points on her hands. “I got her chained to my bed. Now I’m gonna strip her naked. And then…” She climbed up to straddle Stacy’s belly again. And once again, she reached down to grab Stacy’s breasts. But her hands weren’t shaking this time, and she gave them both a tight, sudden squeeze through the bra as she hissed eagerly, “And then I’m gonna rape her!”
Stacy twisted so hard that Ginger fell off her body. She started violently twisting back and forth, making the headboard bang into the wall. “No!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “No, no, no! Let me go! Let me go or I swear I’ll tell Mom!”
Ginger was kneeling on the floor, her head down. Slowly, through her shouting, Stacy became aware that her sister was crying. That shut her up immediately as hope suddenly jumped in her heart. Had she actually gotten through to her? “Gin…Ginger?”
The little girl looked up, her face tear-streaked and miserable. “She…she came into my room,” she said, her voice shaking. “She was acting really, really weird, and she kept drinking from one of Mom’s sake bottles. When she told me to take my clothes off, I didn’t want to, but she was acting so weird I was afraid of what she’d do if I didn’t!” She sniffled, and started to break down into sobs. “Then…then she made me…she made me…she’s my sister!” she cried out.
The tears stopped like a switch had been flipped, and Ginger’s eager grin returned. “Betcha won’t tell Mom now,” she mocked. “You think she doesn’t know you drink her beer sometimes? She thinks it’s harmless, but what do you think she’ll do when she finds out what you did when you got really drunk?”
“You little bitch!” Stacy screamed. “Let me go let me go let me go!” She pulled inward with all four limbs as hard as she could, making the bed creak just a little bit. But she couldn’t keep it up for long, and when she fell limp against her bonds again, she broke down into exhausted tears. She was drunk, confused, frightened and her sister had been turned into some kind of brainwashed sex fiend. “Please just let me go,” she begged in a faint, ragged voice as Ginger stood up again.
“It’ll be okay,” the little girl said in a soothing voice. “You might even like it. And when it’s over, we can pretend like it never, ever happened.” She gave Stacy a pat on the cheek, making her flinch. She walked over to her desk and came back with a pair of scissors. Stacy started crying weakly again as Ginger cut her bra off. Two more quick snips down her hips, and Ginger was able to pull her panties off as well. Now Stacy’s skinny body was totally bare, except for the silk sleeves of her kimono.
“You know, I saw what you were doing on the couch,” Ginger said teasingly as she fondled the little damp spot on the front of the cut up garment. Stacy looked down at her naked body, feeling her face grow hot with humiliation. Ginger tossed the panties to the floor and cupped her hand over Stacy’s pussy, stroking the heel of her palm over the downy little tuft of black hair that grew there. Stacy groaned and tried to twist her hips away, but there was really nothing she could do.
“I could let you drink some more sake,” Ginger offered suddenly, pausing in her molestation and lifting her hand from Stacy’s sex. “Do you think that might make you feel better?” She lifted her hand to her mouth and stared right into Stacy’s eyes as she very deliberately licked her palm clean.
Stacy could only stare back in somewhat horrified fascination. “That’s so gross,” she moaned. Ginger tossed her head and laughed.
“Oh really? You’ve never tasted yourself? That’s too bad Stacy, you taste really good.” Ginger rubbed her own nipple idly. “Well? Do you want another drink, or not?”
Stacy looked down again, ignoring the way her nipples were stiffening in the open air. In a way, she felt like saying yes would be the same as giving up. But…but if this had to happen…she’d rather be drunk. And everything that had happened was sobering her up quick. “Just…give me some,” she finally said shortly.
“Yes Miss!” Ginger chirped enthusiastically. She practically skipped to the table and grabbed the bottle, taking another little swig for herself first. Stacy pulled herself upright as much as her bound legs allowed.
As Ginger held the bottle up to Stacy’s lips, she looked at her little sister. “Aren’t you going to wipe off the bottle? You just drank out of it.”
Ginger rolled her eyes and snickered. “Don’t be dense, Stacy. We’re gonna be sharing a lot more than spit soon. Just drink it.” She tilted the bottle up, and Stacy let the warm liquid fill her mouth, a little trickling down her chin to her neck as it passed between her lips.
”More,” Stacy said as she gulped down the first mouthful. Ginger tilted the bottle again, and Stacy let almost twice as much pour down her throat before she had to turn her head away, the sake splashing against her cheek before Ginger could pull it up. The alcohol seemed to tingle on her skin. “More!” she gasped breathlessly, holding her mouth open.
Ginger looked a little surprised, but obeyed. When she tilted it this time, Stacy seized the mouth of the bottle between her lips and actually sucked the mild, fragrant liquor down in big, loud gulps. After just a couple of seconds Ginger yanked the bottle away and swished it back and forth. Less than a quarter of the bottle remained. “Wow,” she said, impressed.
The room was spinning, and blood seemed to be pounding in Stacy’s ears. Ginger climbed onto her stomach again, and Stacy couldn’t seem to make the two of her she was seeing turn into one. After a moment, she noticed that Ginger was holding her phone again, pointing the camera at Stacy’s face. “You’re…you’re gonna record this?” she mumbled vaguely.
“Duh, of course! If I want my patch I gotta prove what I did!” She wriggled her slick pussy against Stacy’s skin. “Milly and Gretchen are gonna be so jealous!” She leaned forward. “Okay, tell the girls your name and what’s about to happen to you!”
Stacy let out a tiny groan and frowned. “I’m Stacy Hirano,” she said after taking a deep breath. Her voice sounded funny to her own ears, and her mouth and tongue didn’t seem to want to cooperate, making her slur heavily. “And I guess my sister-”
“Oh my god, whatever. My baby sister is about to rape me. And I am so fucking drunk right now…” She felt her eyes begin to tear up again, so she shut them tight and turned her head to the side. “So, I guess, enjoy the show!” she cried thickly.
Ginger giggled. “Oh, that’s perfect!” She leaned way forward and balanced the phone on her little bedside dresser. “Well...” She shifted position, laying on Stacy’s belly so that their mounds were actually touching, her face at the level of Stacy’s very small, very perky pointed breasts. “Guess it’s time to get started,” she whispered just before closing her mouth around Stacy’s nipple and beginning to suck.
“Ahhh!” Stacy couldn’t stop herself from gasping and arching her back. There had never been a mouth on her breasts before. The sucking sensation, the feel of Ginger’s soft tongue probing at the tip of her stiff little nub…she’d fantasized about what it might feel like, but the reality was so much better. Then Ginger opened up her mouth, engulfing Stacy’s titflesh and sliding her tongue up and down. “Oh, noooo…” Stacy moaned as she felt a hot, sparkling wave of pleasure rush through her body down to her pussy. Ginger’s mouth was just so hot and wet, and her tongue was so much better…in her drunken state Stacy’s hypersensitive nerves eagerly accepted Ginger’s touch.
Ginger giggled wetly as her mouth left Stacy’s left breast with a soft pop and moved to the right. “They’re not as big as hers, but the incest makes them taste so, so, yummy!” She traced her tongue in a tiny circle around Stacy’s throbbing nipple. “I wish you had milk for real,” Ginger moaned between licks and kisses. “That would be so nasty, I’d just cream on the spot!”
“Just stop,” Stacy moaned, her arms vainly trying to go down, either to push her sister away or pull her closer, she had no idea. “It’s not faaaiiir!” Ginger’s soft mouth sucked hard on her tender, growing nipple, and she felt her pussy grow hot and wet against her will.
As if sensing that, Ginger suddenly grinned up at her. “I want to lick your…” her voice dropped to a harsh whisper, “cunt.”
Stacy twisted her whole body as much as her bonds would allow, but she was far too wasted to struggle as hard as before, and Ginger had a much better hold. “You can’t!” Stacy shouted. “Ginger you can’t!”
“Bet I can,” Ginger called in a little singsong, already turning her body around. Soon the two plump globes of her ass were hovering over Stacy’s chest, with her ripe little peach below them. The younger sister’s pussy was still bright pink and excited, both it and her thighs were coated in her nectar. The smell of female sex was everywhere, making Stacy feel even more light-headed.
Still, she clamped her legs together tightly, determined not to let Ginger’s violation get any easier. But the little girl didn’t seem to mind, lapping her little tongue up and down the available areas of her big sister’s vulva like an eager kitten with a saucer of cream.
Feeling that tongue slip into her lips and stroke the flesh above Stacy’s clit made her quiver. She wanted release so bad…she couldn’t help it. It was sick…wrong…horrible…but it was so hard to concentrate on all that against the hot, desperate need Ginger’s skilled mouth was forcing onto her.
The first slip came without her knowing. Her legs relaxed slightly, and Ginger dove in, pushing her face between Stacy’s slender thighs and plunging into her cunt. Her tongue slid down hard against Stacy’s buzzing clit and wormed its way deep into her tight, wet opening. Stacy couldn’t stop herself from screaming, “No, no, no stoooaaaahhhhhppp!” But it was a scream of pleasure.
She clamped her legs against Ginger’s head, trying to force her away, but also pushing her face tightly against Stacy’s soaking wet sex. Ginger kept slipping her tongue in and out of Stacy’s canal, passionately making out with her sister’s private place until finally she had to pull back, her breath escaping explosively. She gasped and panted, pushing herself up on her arms and looking back.
Her face was deeply flushed, smeared all over with Stacy’s juices and her own sweat. Her hair was wild and mussed, where it hadn’t been plastered to her forehead. But her eyes were glittering and there was an evil smile on her adorable little face. “One more of those,” Ginger taunted breathlessly, “and I’ll make you come!”
“Oh, you sick little slut!” Stacy cried as Ginger returned to licking at her mound despite her clamped-together thighs. “You’re sick, you’re sick!” Ginger just moaned and laughed in response, the sound muffled and wet.
Stacy’s legs were trembling with strain, so it wasn’t surprising that before long Ginger was able to slip in again. It was unavoidable…at least Stacy wanted to believe that. This time, though, she lifted her legs slightly, keeping them clamped over the back of Ginger’s head, making it harder for her to escape. Then she pulled down. She heard Ginger squeak slightly, and she was filled with a hot, angry pleasure.
I’ll squeeze the breath out of you, she thought vindictively. If you want my pussy so bad I’ll choke you on it! …if I don’t come first. That last thought came without her consent, and she ignored it.
But Ginger might have heard it, the way she began fucking Stacy with her tongue, licking it in and out, slithering it up to stroke her clitty. Stacy curled in as much as she could, her legs and arms shaking violently as she tried to fight her body. Her eyes were shut so tight little sparkles were behind her eyes, and tears were leaking down her cheeks. “No…no!” she grated out.
Yes. With a strangled, guttural cry she came. She threw herself back on the bed, her hips moving on their own, rolling up to meet the strokes of Ginger’s tongue. Now free, Ginger sucked in a quick breath and lapped up every drop of her big sister’s honey, making the older girl squeak and twitch as she lay helpless against her torturous orgasm.
Stacy couldn’t seem to catch her breath, crying with anger, shame and regret as the rush of pleasure faded. But before she could gather herself she felt Ginger’s weight leave her torso and a moment later the little girl’s sopping, immature pussy was pressed against Stacy’s face and nose, Ginger’s skinny thighs tight over her ears.
Ginger’s face was glistening and red, and she looked satisfied…but somehow angry at the same time. “I know what you were trying to do,” she hissed, grabbing two handfuls of Stacy’s hair and pulling hard, making her squeal. “But I can do it better! Eat me out or I’ll fucking smother you!” She leaned forward, pressing her weight against Stacy’s face.
The rich, almost spicy smell of Ginger’s eager pussy was overwhelming Stacy, though she couldn’t really even breath it in. It was just everywhere. She tried to resist, but the pain of Ginger yanking her hair was unbearable, and her lungs were burning for fresh air.
Feeling herself sink even lower than she thought possible, her lips parted and her tongue touched her baby sister’s pussy. The salty-sweet flavor was much like her own, but somehow sweeter and fresher. Ginger groaned loudly at the first lick and eased off her hair-pulling. “Oh, yeah!”
But she showed no signs of letting Stacy breathe. Stacy began to lick more quickly…she had no experience, but she was growing frantic. Desperately she probed Ginger’s smooth, tight lips until she found the little button of her clitty and began sucking and lashing her tongue at it. Ginger was panting and moaning, humping Stacy’s face, but not letting up for a second. “Do it,” the little girl grunted, “Fucking do it, lick me you bitch, you cunt, you whore, you slut, you nasty…abusing…molesting…big…SISTER!”
There were spots flashing behind Stacy’s eyes and a roaring in her ears as Ginger came hard against her face. Without thinking, she eagerly lapped up her little sister’s honey and drank it down. Finally, finally Ginger leaned back and let Stacy suck in fresh air. “You did…so good…Stacy…” Ginger panted.
Stacy didn’t respond. She had nothing to say. She was exhausted and felt filthy right down to her bones. She felt like crying, but she didn’t think she could muster the energy. But before she could even start to compose herself, she felt Ginger’s pussy pressing against her face once more.
She let out a muffled cry of despair as she looked up desperately at her little sister. The naked little girl was smiling tiredly down at her. “Nighty-night Big Sis!” she cooed. Stacy tried to twist her head away, but she was too exhausted, drunk and wrung out to put up much of a fight. She started trying to lick her sister’s quim once more, but this time Ginger just held Stacy smothered against her sex until darkness overcame her.
Stacy woke up when the morning sun was high in the sky, sending a ray through the window right into her face. She cracked her eyes open but quickly closed them again and turned away with a little cry of pain. There was no point pretending for a second that her tormented memories of the night before had been a dream. She was naked and in Ginger’s bed. Looking herself over she saw that her wrists and ankles still had marks where the handcuffs had dug in.
Her head was pounding, her mouth tasted foul and she felt completely dirty, inside and out. Her memories were hazy after she had drunk most of the rest of the bottle of sake, but she remembered more than enough…Ginger sitting on her face, gloating…Stacy shuddered and started crying weakly. The worst part was how so much of it all felt so…she sniffled and sat up.
Her kimono, now wrinkled and sweaty, probably ruined, was still hanging from her shoulders, so she pulled it on and held it closed as she made her slow, unsteady way to her feet. She shuffled to the doorway and called out in a feeble croak, “Ginger?” But the house was silent.
She carefully descended the stairs and went to the kitchen. The empty sake bottle sat on the counter. Or so she thought. When she grabbed it, it was obviously full. She took a closer look and was surprised to see it was a new, unopened bottle. There was a note underneath it.
Went to get my patch. I know it’s not dusty like the old bottle, but I still think Mom won’t notice. Thanks again!
Love,
Ginger
Stacy left the bottle on the counter and staggered back into a kitchen chair, holding her pounding head in her hands.