Season of the Witch
mc; fg; m+g; gdom; fdom; mast; oral; anal; inc
Kimberly had been on a roller coaster the last few days.
First of all, Halloween would be falling on a Saturday that year—there was no better day on which the second best holiday on the kid calendar could fall; that was good.
But then, a couple of weeks before the big day, her parents announced that they’d been invited to a party that night and so she would be spending the evening with her friend Alice. That was not so good: While Kimberly liked Alice just fine, Alice’s parents were uber religious and always took their daughter out to a “Harvest Party” put on by several local churches (whose members didn’t approve of Halloween) at the convention center each year. On any other night of the year, a party—harvest or not—would be a fun thing. But on Halloween? She’d miss out on trick-or-treating, scary movies and getting to see other kids in their costumes. But most of all, it meant that she wouldn’t be able to wear the costume she’d been waiting to wear forever: her scary witch costume.
The next thing to happen was a call from Alice’s mother on the Tuesday before Halloween to inform Kimberly’s mom that Alice, who had already missed the first two days of school that week, had been diagnosed with Whooping Cough.
Ever so briefly, the fate of Kimberly’s Halloween night sat in limbo. Would her parents get her a baby sitter? If so, would whoever it was take her out trick-or-treating? Would they even be allowed to?
She tried voicing her concerns to her mother while she was putting groceries away, but all he got in reply was a curt “Kimberly, not now.”
Not very helpful.
At 5:45 that evening, she found out what her mother’s solution was when her sister flung her door open without so much as a knock.
“I hope you’re happy,” her sister said, sounding immensely put upon. She looked over from where she was doing her math homework.
“What did I do?” she asked with more than a little sarcasm.
“It’s what you’re going to do,” her sister responded. “You’re screwing up my Halloween plans. Mom just told me I have to watch you Saturday.”
“Oh.” Now that she thought about it, she should have realized that that’s what her mother’s solution would be. Then it occurred to her that her sister was blaming her for it. “It’s not my fault. I was s’posed to go with Alice to that harvest party thing but she got ‘hooping cough’ or something and can’t go. How is that my fault?”
Her sister made an annoyed sort of sound that seemed reserved to be directed at her. “It’s your fault because you’re my little sister and you’re still too young to do things yourself.”
“I’m not too young,” she said reflexively. “I’m eleven.”
“No you’re not. You’re still ten. You won’t be eleven until next month.”
“Nuh-uh. I’ll be eleven in three weeks.”
“That’s still next month, dumb ass,” her sister said.
“Almost,” she said defiantly. “I’m almost eleven.”
“But you’re not,” her sister said finally. “You know, maybe if you acted more grown up, mom and dad would let you do things like go out trick-or-treating with your friends without supervision. Maybe if you were more mature, I’d get to do what I want to do on Halloween.” And with that, she turned on her heels and left.
“I’m practically eleven,” Kimberly said to the empty room. It wasn’t her fault that Laurie was five years older than her. But something in what her sister said resonated in her mind. Why couldn’t her parents see that she was old enough to go out trick-or-treating with her friends. They’d be in a group so it would be OK.
Life was so unfair.
And her parents were so mean.
Laurie stuck her head in Kimberly’s room the next evening and apologized to her for taking her frustrations out on her.
“I know it’s not your fault your friend got sick, Ber” she said, using her special nickname for her little sis. “You probably didn’t want to go to that harvest party anyway. I went to one once. They suck major ass.”
Kimberly giggled at that.
“I’m sorry you have to watch me and you can’t do whatever it is you want to,” Kimberly replied.
Laurie toed the carpet with her sandal. “About that,” she said rather cautiously, “Mom said I could take you out to hit some houses in the neighborhood...”
“Really?” Kimberly asked excitedly.
“Well,” she said, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “I had plans to meet up with Scott that night.” Kimberly made a face. She didn’t really like Scott. Not that she thought there was anything wrong with him, she simply felt that it was her duty, as little sister, to dislike her big sister’s boyfriend. “If you promise not to go blabbing, I’ll let you do a little trick-or-treating by yourself so me and him can meet up alone for a little while.”
Kimberly’s eyes were wide. Trick-or-treating alone? Her mind’s eye swam in heaping bucketfuls of candy. She could trick-or-treat at, like, a gajillion houses!
“Sound like a plan?” Laurie asked.
Kimberly could only nod eagerly as if the sound of her voice might break a spell and Laurie would say, “Ha, ha. Just kidding. It’s you and me and a Twilight movie marathon.”
No such retraction came, however.
“I’m going to need you to be responsible.” she said and Kimberly nodded again, the irony of the statement lost on both of them.
When Kimberly got out of school that Friday, she raced home from the bus stop, eager to make sure her costume was perfect for the next day. She was, unfortunately, waylaid by her mother who insisted that she finish her homework before she even think about her costume. Fortunately, all she had was some math and reading (which took her twice as long as it should have since she kept finding herself daydreaming about candy and jack-o-lanterns and ghosts and witches and zombies and spooky noises...).
By the time she’d finished her stupid homework, it was time for dinner. She raced through it, being scolded more than a few times to slow down and not eat so fast.
When she was finally excused from the table, she practically ran to her room (earning another scolding for running in the house, even though she’d just been walking really, really fast) and grabbed her costume from her closet where her mother had insisted it stay until the school week was over.
She pulled open the plastic wrapping and fished out the printed paper cover which displayed a girl dressed in the costume to show what it looked like. The model wore a pointed witch’s hat, a black, knee length dress with puffy sleeves, black and green striped socks, black shoes with a brass buckle where the laces would normally be, and a wand with a two dimensional cat on the tip
She pulled out the hat, which had been folded flat and she carefully unfolded it, smoothing its conical shape so that it stood proud and tall. The dress actually turned out to be a separate top and skirt. The top had the puffy sleeves, though they were, like the hat, mashed flat; she tried her best to smooth out the wrinkles with her hands but only succeeded in making them look wrong in a different way. Maybe she could ask her mom to help her with it later.
The skirt was a simple A-line affair made up of a thin black material, with elastic at the waist and a jagged, saw-tooth cut instead of a nice hemline. Like the top and the hat, it was badly wrinkled from sitting in the packaging so long but she guessed—or rather, hoped—that it would all be smoothed out and ready to wear by the next day.
Next, she pulled out the cape which, as shown in the picture, was black with green lining. The green was different, though—brighter, shinier and much less like a witch’s cape should be and certainly not at all like the darker, spookier green the picture showed.
And that was it. There were no other costume pieces in the bag. Where were the green and black striped socks, she wondered. Where were the black leather shoes with the gold buckles?
She took the picture into the living room where her parents were watching TV.
“Mom,” she said. “My costume isn’t all there.”
Her mother had that slightly annoyed, this-had-better-not-be-frivolous look on her face as she shifted her attention to her youngest daughter.
“What?” she asked.
“My costume’s not all there, see?” she said again, holding out the picture to her. “The socks and shoes are missing. We need to take it back to the store and get another one.”
Her mother’s look softened, but only a bit.
“Honey,” she said, “those costumes never come with socks and shoes,”
“But they’re in the picture.” She wiggled the picture in front of her mother to emphasize her point.
“Well, they’re not going to put a picture of a girl wearing their costume with bare feet.”
“But I don’t have shoes that look like this.” She was coming dangerously close to whining, and she knew it. But her costume was turning out to be nothing like what she expected.
“Honey, your shoes don’t have to match what’s on the picture,” she said. “Just go through your shoes and find a pair that looks good with the rest of the costume.”
“Which shoes?”
“I don’t care which shoes you wear. Now hush, I want to watch this.” She turned back to the TV.
Kimberly knew she should have left it there, but she desperately wanted her costume to be perfect so she pressed on.
“Can’t we go tomorrow and buy some shoes like this?” she tried.
Her mother looked back at her with one delicate eyebrow arched high. “Kimberly, we are not going to go buy you a new pair of shoes that you’ll only wear once and never again.”
“But, mom...”
“No,” she said sharply. “And stop whining.”
“But, mom...” she tried again.
“Kimberly,” she said, and her tone made it very clear to Kimberly that she was about to cross a line. “If you don’t stop whining about your shoes, I’m going to take the costume away and you can spend the night at home handing out candy to kids who are wearing their own shoes.”
Kimberly had to restrain herself from arguing. It just wasn’t fair and her mother wasn’t listening.
“Now,” her mother said, “back to your room and not another word about your shoes or your costume. Understand?”
Kimberly still fought with herself over whether or not to argue her point some more, but realized that this was a fight she wouldn’t win. And she certainly didn’t want to miss out on trick-or-treating the next day. Why did her mother have to be so mean? Reluctantly, she nodded and her mother went back to the TV.
Kimberly took the picture of what she wished her costume would look like and headed back to her room. She had no more than closed her door when it opened again, admitting Laurie who looked less than happy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, keeping her voice low enough that their parents wouldn’t hear, though that did nothing to lessen the heat. “Did you think I wouldn’t hear the two of you? If you do something to make mom ground you tomorrow and make me miss out on meeting up with Scott, you’re so dead.”
“But my costume doesn’t have shoes or socks.”
Laurie rolled her eyes the way that only teenaged older sisters can manage.
“Those costumes never come with those things. You have to wear your own.”
“But I don’t have any shoes that look like this.” She held the picture up to her sister.
“Don’t start that shit with me,” she said. “You have lots of shoes, they don’t have to look exactly like that.”
“That’s what mom said,” she grumbled. She set the picture down and reached back into the bag to retrieve the last item inside: the magic wand.
“You can wear sneakers or boots,” her sister said. “You have something like—” She was cut off by Kimberly making a distressed, squeaking kind of noise. “What’s the matter?”
Kimberly had drawn the wand out of the packaging only to find that the tip of it—the plastic silhouette of a cat with an arched back and puffy tail—had broken off. She reached in and pulled the other piece out in the vain hope that it came as two pieces and was supposed to be put together after purchase, but it became clear very quickly that it had, indeed, snapped in two. She held the pieces up to show her sister.
“It’s broken.”
Laurie, it seemed didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.
Kimberly started for her bedroom door. “I’m gonna show mom,” she said. “She’s gotta—”
Laurie seized her by the shoulders, halting her progress. “Oh, no you don’t.”
“But it’s broken.”
“And you’ve already annoyed mom once tonight,” Laurie said. “You do it again a few minutes later and you can kiss trick-or-treating goodbye till next year.”
“But it’s broken,” she repeated. Surely her mom would realize that it was an emergency; this was important.
“And if you take that down there now, she’s going to think you broke it so she’d have to take it back.”
“But I didn’t break it,” Kimberly said plaintively. “You saw.”
“Yeah, but mom didn’t see,” Laurie said, “so she’s going to assume it was you.”
“But you can tell her.”
“Oh, hell no,” said Laurie. “I’m not getting into this. Unlike you, I actually want to be able to go out tomorrow. So don’t go screwing it up for me.”
Kimberly was at a loss. She couldn’t go to her mother for obvious reasons, but everything for her costume was wrinkled, misshapen, missing or broken. She looked sadly down at the two pieces in her hands.
“So, what do I do?”
Laurie took pity on her. “Let me see it,” she said holding her hand out. Kimberly, somewhat reluctantly, placed the broken wand in her sisters hand. A small kernel of hope sprouted in her—maybe it would be all right. Surely her big sister could fix it. Big sisters can fix anything. The kernel swelled for several long seconds, until Laurie handed the pieces back to her.
“Yeah,” she said. “It’s really broken. Maybe you can glue it or something.”
Kimberly looked up at her sister. “Can you help me?”
Laurie put up her hands and shook her head. “Sorry, Ber,” she said. “You’re on your own.” She turned and left the room, headed down the hallway to her room.
“But...” Kimberly opened and closed her mouth a few times, dumbfounded that her sister wouldn’t want to help her in her time of crisis. Finally, with her broken wand still in hand, she called out, “Laurie, help me.”
Laurie stopped so suddenly, that for a moment, Kimberly thought she’d made her sister mad somehow. Instead, she watched as Laurie turned around and walked back to her doorway.
“All right,” she said. “I’ll help you. But just this once.”
Kimberly’s shock at having changed her sister’s mind so quickly and easily—something she’d never done before—was soon replaced by the excitement of having something finally go her way. That, in turn, rekindled the excitement she felt for the holiday.
Her excitement was short lived, however, turning first to disappointment and then frustration as, over the next two hours, all their attempts at fixing the broken wand failed utterly. They’d tried several different kinds of tape, multiple types of glue, string, twine, wire. Nothing they did would keep the little cat on the wand tip for more than a few short minutes.
“Cheer up, Ber,” said Laurie when their last attempt had proved to be no more successful than their first. “I think it looks better without it anyway.”
“But it’s s’posed to be there.” There was a long moment while Kimberly stared sadly at her still very broken wand.
“You know why they put the cat on there in the first place?”
Kimberly shook her head.
“It’s so dumb kids won’t poke someone’s eye out with it.”
Kimberly gave her a skeptical look.
“It’s true,” she continued. “The people who made this costume were afraid that kids would wave the wand around without paying attention and so they put this big cat on the end so the worst that could happen would be someone getting smacked.”
“Really?” She still looked doubtful.
“Sure,” Laurie said. “Did Harry Potter have a cat on the end of his wand? No. And neither did the fairies from Sleeping Beauty.”
“But some wands from fairy tales have stars on the end.”
“But not cats. Besides, stars are too pointy. Same problem.” She slipped her arm around her little sister’s shoulders. “Just be careful where you point it and leave it the way it is. I’m telling you, if I were in your shoes, I probably would have broken the cat off myself just to make it look better.”
Kimberly picked up the wand and gave it an experimental swish and flick. A smile slowly grew on her face as what her sister said to her sank in.
The arm around Kimberly’s shoulder gave her a kind of one armed hug then turned the girl to face her a bit.
“Better?”
Kimberly was reluctant to admit it, but eventually she nodded.
“Thanks.”
“Well, you can’t say we didn’t try,” she said. “But I really do think it looks better this way.”
After Laurie had retreated back to her own bedroom, Kimberly searched through her closet and found two pairs of black shoes. One was a pair of shiny black pumps that she thought looked far too cute and the other was a pair of sneakers that were only mostly black and had white stripes on the side. Neither was what she was looking for, but maybe she could get Laurie’s help with it in the morning.
Next, she searched the sock drawer of her dresser, eventually coming up with a pair of green and white striped socks. These were far from perfect as well, but they would do in a pinch.
She laid the costume out on her bed and was attempting to decide which shoes would work better when her mother knocked on her door and told her to put away the costume and go to bed.
It was a long time before she finally fell asleep.
“Kimberly,” her mothers exasperated voice stopped her dead in her tracks. “What are you wearing?”
What a dumb question, she thought. What does it look like I’m wearing? What else should I be wearing on Halloween? However, even at the age of nearly eleven, she wasn’t inexperienced enough to say any of those things out loud. “My costume.”
Her mom sighed and Kimberly sensed the exasperation level move up a few notches. “Sweetie,” she said, with an edge of condescension, “it’s nine in the morning.”
“I know.” What did the time of day have to do with anything? It was Halloween!
“So, you don’t need your costume until later.”
“Why can’t I wear it now?”
“Because you don’t need to,” her mother replied. “Besides, you don’t want to risk messing it up before your sister takes you out trick-or-treating, do you?”
“I won’t mess it up.”
“Kimberly,” she said, “go change out of your costume and put on some regular clothes. No arguing. You can put your costume on later.”
“When?” she asked.
“Later.”
So Kimberly returned to her room to change, though she did spend some more time in front of her mirror, admiring the way she looked in it. Her piercing green eyes peered out from under the brim of her hat—still a bit less than conical from it’s time in the bag—which sat on her head almost blending in with the long black hair which flowed like silk sheets down her back nearly covering the short cape. The height of the hat accentuated her five foot frame, making her appear taller than she was. Her eyes skimmed over her round face, with its button nose, angular jaw line and slightly pointy chin, to the rest of her costume. The top, with its still misshapen sleeves, rested a bit awkwardly on her shoulders and did nothing to hide the fact that her chest had yet to show any signs of development. The skirt, however, did manage to hide her boyish hips. She ended her self-examination by wrinkling her nose at the black and white sneakers and green and white striped socks that adorned her slightly thin but otherwise well proportioned legs.
She looked back up to her face and gave a sort of noncommittal smirk and a one shoulder shrug. Could be better, she thought, could be worse.
She began to strip.
Kimberly, after bugging her mother a few too many times about it, was not allowed to put her costume back on until after her parents left for their party. Fortunately for her, the party they were attending included some pre-dinner event which meant they left shortly after 4:30. Even after spending the morning and afternoon devouring any Halloween themed entertainment her young mind could think of, the moment her parents had closed the door behind them, (after one last recitation of the rules for the night with both Kimberly and Laurie) she was practically sprinting upstairs to her room to change.
The plan—at least the one approved by their parents—was to go out trick-or-treating for an hour or so, be home by 6:30, eat dinner and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters the rest of the night.
The actual plan was to eat early, head out, meet up with Scott around six and then Kimberly would trick-or-treat while Laurie and Scott spent some quality time together until about seven or so, when Laurie would collect Kimberly and they’d make their way home, maybe hitting a few houses on the way; home by 7:30, eight o’clock at the latest.
Dressed in her costume by 4:45, the overly eager Kimberly convinced Laurie that she was already hungry and that they shouldn’t wait to eat.
As they were finishing up their hot dogs and chips, Kimberly noticed Laurie staring at her feet with a look of curiosity.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
Laurie looked up. “Nothing, really,” she said.
But Kimberly could tell that it wasn’t nothing. And suddenly all the uncertainty of the previous day came back to her.
“It’s my shoes and socks, isn’t it?” she asked.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You think they’re stupid, don’t you,” Kimberly demanded.
Laurie covered by busying herself putting the dinner things away.
“I didn’t say that,” she said.
“They are, though,” she said, “aren’t they?”
There was clear hesitation as dishes were placed in the sink.
“They’re fine,” Laurie said as she turned to head off to her room.
“No they’re not,” Kimberly said, looking back down at her own feet. In her mind’s eye, the black and white sneakers and green and white socks suddenly looked like they belonged on the feet of a child much younger than herself; someone too young to know any better. She stood up and started to chase after her sister. “Help me fix it,” she said.
“Ber,” came the response, “no. You look fine.”
Kimberly realized she’d left her wand lying on the table. She retrieved it and called out to Laurie, who was now almost out of sight up the stairs, “Help me fix it, please!”
Laurie stopped. She turned back to her and, with a little sigh, said, “What do you want me to do?”
Kimberly thought for a moment. “Help me make it better. Make it not, you know, not for a little kid. Make it what you’d wear. Make it what a grown up would wear.”
Laurie examined her little sister with a critical eye, looking her up and down. Finally, she nodded and said, “All right. I think I can do what you want. But I’ll need to do more than change your socks and shoes. I’ll need to make a few alterations.”
Wide eyed at having so completely changed her sister’s mind, and having done so twice in as many days, Kimberly could only nod vigorously. Laurie took her by the hand and led her up to her room. Kimberly was even more shocked by this; she was almost never allowed in her sister’s room, despite the fact that Laurie would often barge into hers without asking or even knocking.
“Strip,” Laurie said pointing to a spot near the foot of her bed before pulling open her closet doors.
“What?” She couldn’t have heard right.
“I said strip,” Laurie repeated. “I can’t fix your costume while you’re wearing it.” She turned and began digging through the closet.
Kimberly stood reluctant for a few moments and then laid her wand down on Laurie’s dresser and toed off her shoes. She had got so far as pulling off her socks when Laurie emerged with a black top that she held up in front of Kimberly’s chest. She tilted her head for a second, then wrinkled her nose and shook her head. She tossed the top aside and returned to the closet.
“Hurry up,” she said. “We don’t have all night, you know.”
Kimberly pulled off the hat and set it on Laurie’s bed. She had just removed her cape when Laurie emerged again, this time holding a skirt up in front of her. Another tilt of the head, followed by another nose wrinkle and head shake and the skirt was tossed over by the top. Kimberly placed the cape next to the hat.
The ten year old took a steadying breath and then pulled the top of her costume up and over her head revealing a lot of smooth skin and two very pink, pencil eraser-sized nipples topping two one inch circles of equally pink flesh. She flipped the top right side out again and laid it next to the other two pieces then reached for the waistband of her skirt. Another steadying breath and down she pushed. When she stood up from slipping her skirt off, Laurie was suddenly in front of her again with another black top. She held the top up to Kimberly’s naked chest while Kimberly tried not to be embarrassed. Laurie took the skirt from Kimberly’s slack grip and held it up in front of the girl as well.
Another head tilt.
And then tilted the other way.
“Hmm,” she said. “Hold these up.”
Kimberly took back the skirt and grabbed the top by the hanger and held them in front of herself. Laurie stepped back a bit and again tilted her head first one way, then the other. Suddenly, she stepped forward and moved Kimberly’s right hand so that the top of the skirt was now just below her chest and then stepped back again. A slow smile crept over her face.
“I think that’ll work.”
Kimberly looked down at the top, but only had enough time to see lots of swooping black fabric before both items of clothing were taken from her. Laurie then held the skirt back up to her so that the waist was at the correct height. She then grabbed its jagged bottom and raised it up so that it was about the same height it had been when she’d had Kimberly hold it.
“O.K.,” she said after a few moments of making subtle height adjustments. “Just need to make a slight alteration.”
Kimberly watched as Laurie retrieved a pair of scissors from her desk drawer and stood in mute shock as she re-cut the skirt so that it was about half the length it had been previously, recreating the jagged look it had had before. Laurie tossed the skirt back to her. She barely had the presence of mind to catch it.
“Put that on,” she said. “I need to see if that’s right.”
Kimberly bent over and stepped into the skirt, slipping it up her legs and bringing the elasticized waist to her own waist.
“Yeah,” Laurie said, nodding in approval. “That works.”
Kimberly looked down at herself and her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw how short the skirt was.
“I can’t wear this,” she said. It was shorter by far than any skirt she’d ever worn.
“Sure you can,” Laurie said, handing her back the swoopy-fabric top. “Here, put this on.”
“But my skirt...”
“It’s perfect.”
“I can’t wear it.”
“Why not?”
“It’s...” Kimberly struggled to phrase it so that she wouldn’t offend her sister and cause her to change her mind about helping. “It’s so short.”
“And?”
What didn’t Laurie understand?
“And,” Kimberly said, “I can’t wear it.”
Laurie had moved over to her dresser and was rummaging around in one of the drawers, going through various belts.
“You said you wanted to wear what a grown up would wear.”
“Yeah,” said Kimberly. “But...”
“Well that means...” Laurie picked up Kimberly’s wand from the dresser, waved it at her sister and, in a comically spooky voice, said, “you need to act more grown up and appreciate what I’m doing for you.”
Kimberly felt an odd sensation—a bit like standing in the middle of a dust devil while the wind whipped around her without actually blowing on her. She looked back down at the skirt and examined it a little more closely. Laurie was right, it was perfect. She wasn’t sure what she’d been complaining about.
“Of course I appreciate what you’re doing,” she said. She grabbed the wand and waved it at Laurie and, in a similar spooky voice said, “But you need to think of me as older. Stop treating me like your little sister.”
She laughed as she saw Laurie stiffen a bit. She placed the wand back on the dresser as Laurie returned to digging through the drawer.
She put the top on and finally had a chance to take a good look at it.
Its long, black sleeves were full and voluminous, draping her arms in soft, smooth fabric. They were gathered at the wrist for a space of about two inches before flaring back out over her hands, ending about where her fingers began. The back, which she obviously couldn’t see, felt light and delicate. Those swaths of draping fabric that she’d seen before composed the entire length of the blouse’s front and were gathered at the sides, creating a wide, but very deep, neckline. She was surprised at how well it fit her, but then it occurred to her, for really the first time, that her sister was only a few inches taller than she was, so they could likely share most of the things they wore.
Suddenly, Laurie was in front of her again, this time slipping a wide black leather belt around her waist, artfully positioning it so that the large silver buckle landed on her nearly non-existent hip. Kimberly noticed that Laurie seemed to take exceptional care with how she positioned the buckle, the older girl’s fingers nearly caressing her through the borrowed top with long, slow, careful movements. For some reason, it made Kimberly feel as though she wanted to shiver.
Then, just as Kimberly was about to ask her about the contact, it was gone and Laurie was back digging through her closet. She stood there, wondering if it had been her imagination or real.
“Ugh,” came a frustrated grunt from the closet. “Where is it? I know it’s in here somewhere.”
Kimberly’s train of thought was derailed as she looked over at her sister.
“Ah ha!” She cried. There was a heavy shove as hangers draped with clothes were forced aside and Laurie emerged with a smile and a long black cape. It looked like it was made of black velvet and, while it lacked the green lining of Kimberly’s other cape, it seemed more substantial and somehow more adult. “I knew I still had it.” She slipped the hanger out and unfastened the clasp. “This was part of my Halloween costume a couple years ago.” She slipped the cape around Kimberly’s shoulders and adjusted its position before re-fastening the clasp. Her fingers lingered at the clasp, adjusting it’s location while skimming delicately over the smooth skin of Kimberly’s upper chest. This time Kimberly did shiver and she sucked in a breath. She looked at Laurie, finding her staring at the contact of fingertips to chest.
Laurie blinked, shook herself almost unnoticeably, and drew her hand away.
Kimberly realized she was breathing harder than normal. She looked, as well as she was able, down to the place where her sister’s fingers had been caressing her to find her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling as a strange sense of loss and longing for the caresses to return coursed through her.
“Oh, this is perfect.” Laurie was in front of her again with what looked like a length of half-inch wide black ribbon with metal clasps on either end and a large, rectangular black stone dangling from the middle. “Don’t tell mom I let you wear this. Don’t even tell her I have it. She says chokers look too slutty.” She slipped the choker around Kimberly’s neck, dragging the backs of her fingers softly along the skin as she did so. The choker pulled sufficiently tight as the clasps joined up in the back.
Kimberly barely had time to consider the odd feeling weight of the stone at her throat when she felt Laurie’s fingers trailing along the length of ribbon, sliding, caressing, touching. She saw Laurie lose herself in what she was doing, biting her lip as her eyes glazed over. Kimberly couldn’t explain what she was feeling—a kind of electricity flowing through her, dancing from nerve ending to nerve ending in places that had nothing to do with her neck. It was frightening and exciting and she wanted it to both stop and continue forever in equal amounts. Just as she decided she liked the new feelings, however, Laurie pulled her hands away suddenly, nearly causing Kimberly to ask her to do it some more. Laurie seemed to take a moment to catch her own breath. Once she had, she spoke again.
“What size shoes do you wear?”
Caught a bit off guard and trying to jump-start her suddenly sluggish brain, Kimberly thought about it for a moment. “Um,” she said, “I don’t remember. I know I got new ones this year.”
Laurie thought for a minute and then perked up. “I have an idea,” she said and she began removing her right shoe. “This won’t be perfect, but it’ll give me an idea.”
By having the both of them sit on the bed and hold their feet up sole to sole, Laurie could compare. Kimberly was again shocked that they weren’t that different in that respect either—Laurie’s feet being only a tiny bit longer that her own.
Laurie hobbled back over to her closet with one shoe off and one shoe on. She kicked her other shoe off before returning with a pair of boots. They were made of a soft but shiny black leather and each had two straps with silver buckles—one at ankle height and the other at the top of the boot which would come to about the middle of her calf. What surprised Kimberly more than anything was the fact that these boots had four inch spiked heels. Laurie held the boots out to her.
“You know how to walk in high heels,” she said, “right?”
Kimberly found herself nodding. She’d worn heels before, of course, but never anything as high as these.
“Great. These’ll make your legs look amazing.”
Still feeling a bit overwhelmed, Kimberly reached for her green and white socks.
“No, not those,” Laurie said. Kimberly stopped reaching for her socks and looked questioningly at Laurie. “Oh! I have just the thing!”
She went to her dresser again and pulled out the bottom drawer, fishing around way in the back, underneath a mass of folded clothing.
“He he!” she nearly giggled as she apparently found whatever it was she was looking for.
“Do not tell mom I have these,” Laurie said. “And do not tell mom I let you wear them. Or that you saw them. Or that you know what they are. In fact, after tonight, they don’t exist. Got it?”
Kimberly nodded, unsure what the fuss was about.
“Put these on,” Laurie said. “On second thought, wait. I’ll do it. Just stay sitting right there.” Kimberly did so. Then she watched as Laurie separated the mass in her hands in two, setting one of the objects on the floor. It was only when she straightened out the other and then started bunching it up with her hands by pushing her thumbs down inside it that Kimberly realized what the object was.
Kimberly was instructed to extend one leg and then Laurie slipped the stocking over her toes, sliding slowly along her foot, over the heel and up her leg. Her thumbs and fingers caressed the smooth flesh of Kimberly’s leg as her hands slid farther and farther up, drawing the stocking along with it. Despite what Laurie had said, Kimberly knew what kind of stockings these were. After all, she didn’t live under a rock. She had never actually seen fishnet stockings in real life before and now she was having one drawn ever so sensually up her right leg with her sister’s gentle hands. Up and up it went, up her calf, over her knee and along her thigh.
The sensation of the stocking and the stroking fingers moving closer and closer to the top of her leg caused the shivery, electrical feeling to return with force and swell within her. Something like sparks raced along nerve pathways along limbs, up and down her back, through her chest, and to a certain spot between her legs.
Laurie’s hands finally reached the top of the stocking where it ended in a 3 inch wide band of lace less than two inches from the crotch of the young girls panties. She then proceeded to massage the garment into place, sliding her hands lasciviously over the diamond pattern of flesh and nylon. Kimberly was nearly panting by the time Laurie had worked her way back down to her toes.
The other stocking was put on the same way—sliding slowly and irrevocably up Kimberly’s leg to the top of her thigh, dangerously close to...
Suddenly it wasn’t just close. The back of Laurie’s fingers stroked along the gusset of Kimberly’s panties. The girl gasped as the contact caused a rush of sensations to whirlwind through her body.
“These’ll have to go,” said Laurie somewhat huskily as she continued stroking Kimberly’s forbidden spot. “They just don’t go with the rest of your costume. Don’t worry, I have something you can wear.” She stroked her way along Kimberly’s panties to the waistband and began tugging.
The ten year old found herself suddenly overcome with nerves. She placed her hands on top of Laurie’s to stop her from pulling any farther. Laurie looked up and locked eyes with her little sister. Kimberly found reassurance in those eyes.
“Trust me,” Laurie said softly. And Kimberly’s hands hesitated somewhat.
Laurie broke into a grin as she came up with an idea. She reached over and plucked the wand from the top of the dresser and gave it a wave.
“Don’t worry,” she said in her spooky voice. Kimberly found it sexier this time for some reason that she couldn’t fathom. “Just lay back and enjoy being older.”
Kimberly again felt that wind swirling around her, just out of reach. Who cared if Laurie took her panties off? What did it matter if her sister saw her naked private parts? The sensations coursing through her from the delightfully stimulating touch of her sister’s fingers were something she’d never experienced before and had absolutely no desire to stop now.
The young girl lay herself back on the bed and found herself raising her hips to help Laurie as she again tugged on the garment. She felt the panties slipping down her legs, over the fishnet stockings and off her feet. It was the last of her childhood slipping away; opening herself up to new experiences and new pleasures, the likes of which her young mind couldn’t currently imagine.
Laurie, slid her hands back up along the outside of Kimberly’s legs. At the knees, she crossed over and caressed the inside of her thighs. Kimberly, on her back with her black hair fanned around her, closed her eyes and luxuriated in the sensations emanating from her sister’s fingertips. A bit of pressure on Laurie’s part and Kimberly almost instinctively parted her legs, her extra short skirt dropping to just cover her sex. Laurie gave the skirt a flip with one hand and then ran her fingers down the crease between Kimberly’s thighs and her mound. Kimberly’s breath hitched at the intimate contact and electricity seemed to arc inside her, centered around her little cleft.
Laurie spread the girl open and slid a finger along the surprisingly wet flesh inside. When that finger contacted that little bundle of nerves and sensitive flesh—of which, Kimberly had previously been unaware—the young girl arched her back and cried out as pleasure shot through her, making her heart pound and her breath heave and her arms and legs tingle wonderfully.
“You like that, don’t you?” Laurie said as she continued to caress Kimberly’s most private spot.
A sort of strangled “yes” came from the younger girl.
Laurie moved down from the clit, stroking and rubbing and massaging, spreading girl juice over Kimberly’s sex and her fingers.
“Good,” she said sexily. “Because it only gets better.”
She placed one finger at the girls entrance, teasing it but not pressing inside. With her other hand, she thumbed the girl’s clit causing her to involuntarily spasm, which in turn drove the finger in to the first knuckle.
“Ooooh!” the ten year old moaned at the sensation of her first ever penetration. “Hmmmm.”
Laurie leaned forward and pressed her lips to her sister’s right nether lip, placing soft kisses on it. She pulled back and thumbed the clit again. Another spasm. Kimberly’s was unknowingly gripping and pulling handfuls of bedding as she fought to keep herself from writhing with the pleasure pouring through her.
Laurie was now slowly fucking half the length of her finger into the girl, while peppering the fleshy girl lips and delicate pink bits with kisses and tiny licks. She wasn’t all that surprised at not finding much in the way of a cherry. Her own was nearly non-existent when she first discovered the joy of penetrative masturbation.
Kimberly had begun a low-level whimper interspersed with moans and an occasional cry-out.
Laurie kissed her way up and, without any warning, locked her lips around Kimberly’s clit. With one hand, she did her best to suppress the bucking motion as her sister’s hips jerked.
“Ahhh!” Kimberly called, nearly squealing the sound. She raised her legs, but Laurie forced one back down with one hand—the other was still busy finger fucking the girl.
Kimberly’s pleasure was building inside to heights she’d never known were possible. But still she wanted more. The feeling of the finger inside her, unceasingly sliding in and out, the feeling of the lips around that little spot at the top of her slit and the gentle suction stimulating it. . . She felt like a rubber band being stretched to its limits and finding only pleasure in the stretching. She knew that, sometime soon, she would snap and the pleasure would peak. She didn’t know how she knew, but she desperately wanted it to happen.
Laurie pulled back from the clit, changing from constant suction to repeated gentle kisses interspersed with occasional flicks of the tongue while she increased the depth of her fucking finger to its full length. In front of her, her victim writhed and squirmed and panted, moaning and keening and whimpering. She knew the girl was close. She wondered if it would be her first orgasm.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Kimberly cried out between pants. “Don’t... stop... More! More! More!”
Laurie re-clamped her lips onto Kimberly’s clit. She slid her finger out and quickly replaced it with two, shoving all the way in hard. Before Kimberly could process any pain from the stretching of her cunt, Laurie began flicking the clit with her tongue as fast as she could manage.
Kimberly felt the sudden stretching between her legs and then a rapid attack on her little nubbin. Suddenly, her rubber band snapped and her world exploded with pulses of pleasure, the heights of which she could never have imagined before, radiating out from her core to all parts of her body: her arms, her legs, her chest, her fingers, behind her eyes...
She slowly became aware of the fact that she was screaming, even as the pleasure continued to race through her; lips and tongue and fingers still stroking and licking and sucking. Her body writhed and twisted and convulsed in unpredictable ways. Muscles tensed and tried to draw her up into a ball as the orgasm ebbed and flowed, breaking over her like waves on a beach.
Laurie continued pumping her fingers in and out and kept up her attack on her sister’s clit even as the girl rode through her climax. She could feel the rhythmic contractions around her fingers accompanied by a surprising amount of little girl cum which did a fair job of drenching her hand.
Slowly, the waves of pleasure lessened and the pulses of electricity twitching and tingling throughout her body became less frequent. Breathing slowed, pounding heart calmed and muscles relaxed, turning the young girl in black into a puddle of goo.
Laurie withdrew her fingers and used her tongue to clean up the mess her sister had made, eliciting the occasional gasp or twitch as something extra sensitive was brushed.
After what seemed to Kimberly like an instant or perhaps a lifetime of afterglow, Laurie appeared hovering over her. Then her sister leaned down and locked lips with her own. The kiss was passionate but slow and Kimberly was surprised when Laurie slipped her tongue into her mouth, though she found the kiss enjoyable. It was only after the kiss broke that Kimberly realized that the salty and slightly sweet flavor that she could taste on her sisters lips and tongue was her own juices.
“Did you like that?” Laurie asked, still leaning over her.
“God, did I ever,” replied Kimberly. “That was amazing!”
“Good,” said Laurie. “Now that we’ve played, we have to finish getting ready.”
Kimberly managed to prop herself up on her arms as Laurie slipped first one boot and then the other onto her feet. Laurie had Kimberly stand and step in front of her mirrored closet door. She was a little shaky on the heels, but she managed it OK.
The sight that greeted her was much better that she would have ever expected, which really didn’t surprise her considering that little was left of the child’s costume. The flowing blouse, the long black cape, the extremely short skirt, the fishnet stockings and high heel boots. Had it not been for her own face staring back at her she would never have known who the image belonged to.
“Oh, wait!”
Laurie snatched the hat off the bed and, after some creative manipulation in which she bent and creased and folded it to make it look well used, placed it jauntily on Kimberly’s head.
“You look perfect,” she said. “All the boys are going to be creaming themselves when they see you.”
Kimberly wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but she was sure that her sister was forgetting something.
“Um,” she said. “What about...” She looked pointedly down at the spot were her skirt ended. “You know.”
Laurie’s face split into a wicked smile and she leaned over to Kimberly’s ear.
“It’s better without them,” she whispered, as though sharing a secret.
“You want me to go naked under my skirt?”
“Trust me.”
Before she could protest any further, Laurie led her over to her makeup table, sat her down and proceeded to line her eyes with black, bringing each eye to a stylishly exaggerated point which went well with the costume. She then got herself ready by putting on her own outfit which turned out to be a sexy vampire. Kimberly couldn’t help but notice that Laurie and put on panties, albeit a very lacy pair.
“Why are you wearing panties if it’s better without them?” she asked.
“Well,” responded Laurie as she worked on her makeup, “if I wear them, it lets me decide whether or not I’ll let Scott take them off.” She giggled at that.
Kimberly sat on the bed and fidgeted as she tried to become comfortable with the idea of not wearing panties. It seemed like such a weird thing to do. What if the wind blew her skirt up? What if she tripped in her sisters heels and fell and her skirt flew up? What if someone saw? What if they pointed out to everyone that she wasn’t wearing panties? What if everyone knew? She would be so embarrassed. But at the same time, she wondered if she might like the idea. What if she flipped her skirt up when she was trick-or-treating? Would they give her extra candy? What would it be like if she flashed her naked cunny to some boy walking the other way? What if she flashed some girl? The thought thrilled her. But it scared her too. Maybe a little too much.
“Come on,” Laurie said, taking her by the hand and pulling her to her feet. Lost in thought as she was, she didn’t know how much time had passed. “We’ve go to go or I’ll be late. Well, later than I already am.”
Kimberly looked around but there was no clock and she didn’t have her phone. “What time is it?”
“About ten after six,” Laurie replied. “Don’t worry. Scott will wait for me. You’ll still get to trick-or-treat on your own, you sexy thing.”
Kimberly’s nerves rushed back with a vengeance. She looked at the pair of panties discarded on the bed and started to reach for them. Laurie saw what she was reaching for and grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Hey,” she said. “You look perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re sexy.”
Kimberly felt herself starting to blush.
“All the guys will want to be with you,” she continued. “And all the girls will want to be you. Well, some of them will want to be with you too.” She noticed that Kimberly didn’t have her wand so she picked it up from it’s resting place on the dresser. “Don’t forget this,” she said. But when Kimberly reached for it, she held it back. “Hang on, one more thing. You know how you felt earlier when I licked you?”
Kimberly nodded, her blush now in full bloom.
“That’s how you’re going to make the guys feel just by looking at you. You should be proud of how you look. Don’t be scared or nervous. Have fun with it.”
Kimberly again felt that swirling wind. Laurie handed her the wand.
“Just don’t let them do anything you don’t want them to do,” Laurie finished, laughing a bit maniacally as she pulled Kimberly along in her wake.
Kimberly felt a thrill run though her body as a sexy vampire and a sexy witch stepped out the front door. Halloween night awaited them. And she knew it would be the best one ever.
Laurie and Kimberly walked down the street in the waning, post-sunset light. Kimberly felt sexy. At least, she thought she did, since she’d never felt sexy before. All she knew was that her costume displayed a lot of skin in a way that her clothes normally wouldn’t, and the thought of her body attracting the attention of a boy—or even a girl—had her tingling in delightful places. The cool night breeze wafting around her mostly bare legs and up under her skirt was a constant reminder that the slightest gust might lift the fabric and announce her nakedness to anyone and everyone who might be looking. That had been a scary possibility before she’d left the house, but as the minutes wore on and they’d passed, and been passed by, groups of other costumed kids her own age and younger without so much as a second glance, it was becoming a hope. The thought flashed through her mind that she wanted someone to see her naked cunny. Actually, she wanted someone to do more than just see it.
She talked Laurie into letting her stop at a couple houses on their way to the park to meet Scott. She’d planned to flip her skirt a little to show herself off to whomever opened the door, but every time, her nerves got the better of her and the moment passed.
“Come on,” said Laurie impatiently after Kimberly’s third missed opportunity. “He won’t wait forever. You can trick-or-treat all you want after we get to the park.”
Reluctantly, Kimberly began walking past the houses.
A group of boys her own age ran down the walk of the next house over and turned their way. Kimberly tried to catch their attention but they ran past without a notice from any of them. Her arousal was tempered with frustration.
“You said boys would like this,” she said grumpily. Laurie looked at her sideways.
“Boys that age are all a little stupid,” she said. “You need to go after older ones.”
That was fine with Kimberly, but they’d been passed by a couple of groups of boys a few years older than her already and none of them had seemed to notice either.
They finally reached the park and turned to walk along its meandering sidewalks. After a few minutes, they rounded a copse of trees and spied a group of five guys hanging out around one of the picnic tables. A catcall sounded from the group followed immediately by one of them elbowing another in the side. That these boys had noticed them, however, had definitely caught her attention and she tried to put a little more sway into her walk now that she was a bit more used to the boots. The one that had done the elbowing broke away from the group and approached them. In the deepening darkness, Kimberly didn’t realize that it was Scott until just before he pulled Laurie into an embrace. As they kissed, Kimberly felt a swelling desire to be kissed like that; to be desired like that.
“You’re late,” Scott said as they broke apart, but he was smiling.
“But worth the wait,” Laurie retorted, smiling as well, though hers had a wicked edge to it.
“You are so right.”
“So?” she asked.
“Yep,” he said. “They’re gone.”
“How long?”
“Till later. What about...?” He nodded discreetly in Kimberly’s direction and she pretended that she wasn’t sneaking glances at the boys at the table who in turn pretended they weren’t watching the three of them.
“She’s gonna trick-or-treat. She’ll be fine on her own for a while.”
“Good,” he said. Then he leaned in and whispered something in her ear that made her moan and smile wickedly again. Then he turned back to guys still over at the table and waved. “Bye guys,” he called. “See ya!”
Laurie turned to Kimberly. “Stay outta trouble,” she said. “And meet me back here at 7:30.” She looked over at Scott who gave her a look that Kimberly couldn’t decipher. “Make it eight,” she said and allowed Scott to pull her away.
Then they were gone and Kimberly was left alone with four teenaged boys not forty feet away from her. Now that the others were gone, their interest in her became obvious. Those sitting stood and the group began moving in her direction. Kimberly simultaneously wanted to move toward them and run away. As they moved closer, and it was more apparent that they were checking her out in the dim light and that they liked what they saw, the less she wanted to run and the more she longed for that gust of wind she’d once feared.
“Hey,” said one of them. He was tall and muscular with wavy hair. “They left you alone, huh?”
She wasn’t sure she could trust her voice but she managed a “Mm hmm” and a small nod.
“Never seen you around,” said another. He was about an inch shorter than the first guy and a bit on the heavy side. His blond hair glinted in the park path lights. “Do you go to Hemery?”
She shook her head. “No,” she said.
“I like your costume,” said a third, a thin guy only a few inches taller than she was in the heels. “You certainly put a spell on me.” The others laughed and she smiled, perhaps a bit nervously, but she was, in fact, loving the attention.
By this point, they had spread out around her and seemed to be constantly looking her up and down. The attention and the tone of their voices and their body language served to make Kimberly’s stomach do flip-flops while she enjoyed a pleasant tingle centered between her legs.
“I’m Tom,” said the first one who’d spoken. He gestured to the heavy one. “This is Johnny.” He indicated the third one who’d spoken; the thin one. “That’s Kyle.” He then pointed out the last one, a short guy with dark hair and glasses. She thought that he might be taller than she was if she wasn’t wearing the four inch heels, though it wouldn’t be by much. “The quiet one is Alex. He’s too chicken shit to speak to girls, especially hot witches.”
“Shut up, Tom,” said Alex. The others laughed and Alex seemed to shrink even shorter.
“So,” said Tom. “How do you know Laurie? You a friend of hers?”
Before she could answer him, the Kyle blurted out, “Holy shit! You’re Kimmy aren’t you?”
She hated the nickname and wouldn’t let anyone use it.
“It’s Kimberly,” she said a bit angrily.
“Guys,” Kyle continued, “She’s Laurie’s little sister; she’s just a little kid.”
Kimberly took offense to this. Why couldn’t they see that she was grown up? Why did everyone have to see her as a child?
“Doesn’t look so little to me.” This from Johnny.
Kyle smacked him on the arm.
“Dude, she’s like twelve!” he said.
Kimberly sensed an immediate change in the attitudes of the others.
“That true little girl?” asked Tom. “Are you twelve?”
She shook her head. “Eleven,” she lied, and instantly regretted it. She should have come up with a better lie. She should have said thirteen or fourteen. They would have believed her. Probably.
She heard several groans of disappointment.
“Too bad,” said Tom. “In that, you look kinda hot. But I ain’t into little kids.” He turned to the others. “Come on, guys.” One by one, they turned and headed back to the table.
Frustration welled up inside her, turning to anger. She was invisible to younger boys, ignored by boys her age and now looked at as a child by older boys. It was all so unfair! Even though Laurie wasn’t there, everyone still looked at her as just a little sister. She stalked over to where they were sitting back down on the picnic table and its bench, failing to notice that she was gripping the wand in her hand very tightly.
“I am not Laurie’s little sister!” she nearly shouted at them. “And I am definitely not a kid!” What Laurie had said to her as they left the house resonated in her mind. “I’m beautiful and sexy. And I’m grown up!”
She now had their attention. After a moment, Tom put his hand out and took hers, pulling her gently down to sit on the bench between himself and Johnny.
“All right,” he said as he put his arm around her. “You’ve convinced us. You’re not a kid.” He reached up and slid the fingers of his other hand through her hair just under her hat. Already breathing hard, she shivered at the contact.
“Do you mind if I take your hat off?” he asked. He removed her hat and handed it to one of the others before she could answer. He leaned in and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips and caressing her teeth and tongue. She felt a hand come to rest on her inner thigh, slowly stroking and creeping higher and higher. She moaned and felt herself growing wet.
Then his lips were tracing a little path along her jawbone and down her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to give him access.
“So,” he said quietly in her ear, “just how grown up are you?”
An electric thrill ran through her at his question but he didn’t wait for an answer as he licked her ear.
Suddenly there was movement and from her right. She heard Johnny say “Hey!”.
“Dude!” This from Tom on her left. “What the hell?”
It took Kimberly a moment to realize that it had been Johnny’s hand on her thigh and that Tom had thought he’d had her all to himself.
“What, man?” said Johnny.
“Keep your hand off her leg,” said Tom, “or I’m gonna knock it off.”
“Take it easy Tom,” said Kyle from behind her. She felt him slide his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. The contact sent chills through her and the electric feeling increased. Earlier, she’d been hoping to catch the attention of a boy—the idea that all four of these guys were interested in her made her heart race and her pulse pound.
Tom was standing now. He turned and saw what Kyle was doing. “I’ll take it easy when you take your hand off her.”
Kyle leaned over enough to see her profile. “I think she likes what I’m doing.”
“All right,” said Tom, clearly getting ready for a fight. “That’s it!”
“Don’t,” said Kimberly. She hadn’t shouted it or anything but all four boys stopped. The truth was, she liked Tom’s kisses and licks, she liked Johnny’s hand on her leg and she liked Kyle’s touches too. Even though Alex hadn’t done anything with her yet, she thought he was kind of cute and didn’t want him to be chased off. She didn’t want any of them to be chased off or fight or get hurt. She just wanted more attention and touches and kisses and, well, she also just wanted more.
“Don’t fight,” she said. They all looked at her and the thought of all of them touching her and kissing her and caressing her at the same time popped into her mind, sending a rush of pleasure through her. “You could just, like, share me.”
She wasn’t even sure why she’d thought to say that, but moments later, she was so glad she did as Tom was kissing her while Johnny nibbled her neck from the other side. Someone had their hand on her thigh, stroking and massaging while another hand rubbed her chest.
Kimberly felt as though she were melting, the pleasure coursing through her was already striving toward it’s peak.
Then the hand on her thigh found the top of it.
“Holy shit,” said Johnny. The others paused in their ministrations. “She’s not wearing underwear!”
A strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement washed over her, causing her insides to leap and her toes to tingle and her slit to twitch. She could still feel his hand on her most intimate area as his fingers slid up and down her cleft, spreading wetness and pleasure.
The reaction from the group varied but all of it seemed positive. Johnny kept stroking her while staring at her like Christmas had come early, Tom attacked her neck and face with even more passionate kisses while slipping his hand up under her top to caress her belly, Alex—who had been contenting himself with fondling her chest through her top—decided that it was now OK to slip his hands inside it and search out her nipples directly, while Kyle slipped around from behind her and planted himself between her legs, flipping her thin skirt with its jagged edge up to reveal her nudity to the world.
Johnny reluctantly moved his hand back to her thigh as Kyle took over the assault on her pussy. He licked and nibbled her clit while slipping his finger slowly inside her.
The four way stimulation, combined with the knowledge that this was all happening out in the open with only the cover of the deepening darkness of night for privacy, was driving Kimberly quickly to heights of pleasure that she didn’t know could exist. Her breath was coming in gasps and her pulse pounded. She whimpered and moaned as her hands sought out strong arms or chests or hair, seemingly of their own volition.
“God, this girl is hot to trot!” proclaimed Johnny.
Kyle raised his head from her crotch. “She wants it, that’s for sure,” he said. Then while he continued finger fucking her, he reached up with his other hand and flicked her clit.
The sudden shock of the spike of mild pain with the overwhelming pleasure sent her even closer to the edge. She felt the finger slip from her depths and instantly wished it was back. There was a bit of commotion near her knees but she was caught up in another passionate kiss from Tom and her eyes had closed by themselves.
Then the hand was back on her nether lips, not penetrating, but stroking. She moaned and squeezed her hands, getting a grip of Tom’s arm with one and handful of Johnny’s thigh with the other. At that point, there came a new sensation. Something large pressing between her legs. It poked once just below her little button, and then again a bit lower down. Suddenly, it was at her entrance where it grew more insistent. She broke the kiss and turned to find Kyle between her thighs, with his pants down and his... thing —his penis —pressing at her hole, trying to push it in.
Deep in the back of her mind, she knew she should stop him; she was about to lose her virginity to a boy she didn’t even know ten minutes before. But at the same time, the thought of it happening and the sight and the feel all combined to spike the electric arcs to all new levels while the sudden rush of tingles and swell of pleasure made her lightheaded and a bit giddy. Her heart thudded in her ears and her insides flopped and she found herself afraid, not that he would get it inside her, but that he wouldn’t or couldn’t.
The pressure on her little opening increased and she watched in wide-eyed fascination as there was a sudden moment of stretching—she imagined an almost audible pop—and then he was inside her. She released the breath that she didn’t know she’d been holding as she felt a penis penetrate her for the first time. It was similar to having Laurie’s fingers there but different as well; better maybe, she wasn’t sure. But she knew she liked it.
Farther and deeper he pressed, filling her up like she’d never been filled before. Her head dropped back with her eyes closed in near ecstasy and she moaned; hands still glided across her belly and pinched and twisted her nipples and caressed the one inch squares of thigh flesh framed by the nylon mesh of her fishnet stockings. And still, Kyle’s hardness forced its way inside.
She opened her eyes and came face to upside-down face with Alex. Impulsively, she reached up and seized his neck, pulling him down and drawing him in for a kiss and her other hand found one of his through her top and pressed it into her chest.
“Fuck!” Kyle said suddenly as he moved wrong and slipped out of her. “I can’t get all the way in. The angle’s wrong.” Kimberly, still sitting on the bench of the picnic table was too high for Kyle to kneel down and too low for him to stand. He’d been attempting to support himself sort of halfway in between but it just wasn’t working. “Help me get her up on the table.”
Suddenly there were hands everywhere, lifting and pulling and pushing, and then she was laying lengthwise on the picnic table, her legs automatically splaying to the sides. For a moment, she looked up into the sky, now dark enough that the stars were out. It was a moonless night and the thought of having her first time be out in the open under the stars felt strangely romantic, despite the odd situation of how it was actually happening.
Kyle got up on the table between her knees and lowered himself over her, aiming himself at her opening again. Again there was a moment of pressure and then he slipped inside, this time, sliding in much quicker. A few thrusts in and out and he’d bottomed out inside her. The sensations of sex began washing over her again as she tried looking him in the eyes. Instead, he bent his head down and started nuzzling her neck.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
She moaned and whimpered as the pleasure grew within her; now that he was able to get a rhythm going, it was all building so much faster.
The others had repositioned themselves around her. She felt one of them massaging her chest under her top. Another tugged her over a bit closer to the edge of the table and presented his rigid member to her lips. She was shocked into inaction for a moment.
“Come on, baby,” he said when she didn’t immediately open her mouth. “You know you want to suck it.”
She wasn’t sure she did, but the thought of doing so was so dirty and perverted in her mind that the idea, combined with the delightful feelings she was getting from having sex for the first time and the hand on her chest, had her opening up and letting him in. It was only once he was inside that she realized she didn’t know what to do. She experimentally sucked—he had said the phrase “suck it” after all—and his response seemed positive.
Soon enough, and with a bit of coaching, she was sucking and tonguing the large fleshy helmet and some of the shaft, while stroking the rest of the shaft with her hand.
And suddenly it was all too much. Kyle pumping, the hand on her chest, the fleshy rod in her mouth... On one particularly vigorous thrust, Kyle’s pubic bone mashed up against her little nubbin just right and her world exploded.
She turned her head, tilting it back with lights dancing behind her closed eyelids as her back arched and her legs latched onto Kyle’s and her hands clutched at her chest. The orgasm flowed over her, washing away any lingering doubt that this all might be a mistake on her part. A hand clamped over her mouth as she wailed at the rapture she felt as the nerves in her body seemed to all fire at once. Dimly, she could feel the pulsing of her inner muscles around the thrusting cock as it came to a halt deep inside her.
Slowly, the experience began to ebb and she lay there, still with her eyes closed trying to catch her breath. At some point, the hand had released her mouth as she had stopped nearly screaming.
For a moment, she thought it was all over, then Tom, the one she’d been sucking, was on the table taking Kyle's place. Although she’d seen both of their members, it wasn’t until Tom started pressing into her that she realize how much bigger his was. There was a lot of resistance this time—not from her, but rather from her well used, but still immature, girlhood.
“Come on, baby,” he said as he pressed forward again. “Take my cock!”
She tried spreading her legs even wider and, whether that helped or not, she wasn’t sure, but his cock popped inside. It felt huge and she began to wonder if she’d bitten off more than she could chew; there didn’t seem to be any real pain, just a lot of stretching. There was a lot of wetness to lubricate his passage, though.
As Tom began truly fucking her, she felt hands at a spot just below her neck fumbling with something. Then she felt a release as the clasps of her cape came away. Her top was then worked up underneath her back and pulled over her head and off her arms baring her naked chest to Tom, the guys and the world; her nipples already drawn up and hard from a combination of arousal and the chilly evening air. Hands began stroking and caressing the smooth, flat flesh that would one day be her breasts.
Another cock was presented to her lips and this time, she knew what to do with it. She licked and sucked and stroked as Tom pounded away between her legs, sending those delightful sparks dancing under her skin. The stretching and stroking of the girth inside her, along with the fact that she was still ramped up from her previous orgasm, had her surfing the waves of pleasure, rapidly approaching another peak.
“Tell me what you want, girl,” said Tom.
She pulled the cock out of her mouth long enough to say “I want you to pound me.” before sucking it back in.
“Yeah?” he asked. “You want me to fuck you hard?”
She pulled off again, but all she could managed was, “Uh huh.” The pleasure was spiking again and her inner muscles was starting to twitch. She was whimpering and moaning.
“Fuck that pussy!” said Kyle somewhere off to the side. “Make that bitch cum on your cock.”
Tom shifted himself up, working his knees under himself so that he ended up sitting back on his haunches, pulling Kimberly’s waist up as well since he was still buried inside her. He then started a rapid-fire thrusting in and out, pounding her in a way that she’d never imagined possible. She began moaning and squealing, having not continued sucking the cock, and once again, someone covered her mouth with his hand.
“Shit, man,” said Kyle. She thought it might be his hand. “This chick is loud!”
“Fuckin’ A,” replied Johnny. “It’s hot at hell, but someone’s gonna hear her.”
Kimberly was nearly oblivious though, as her orgasm built rapidly with all the vigor of Tom’s pounding. Suddenly, it washed over her, causing fireworks to burst behind her eyes, he legs to latch themselves around Tom’s butt, and her hands to grip the sides of the tabletop with a strength that would have surprised any of the guys. She screamed behind the hand as Tom continued fucking her, pummeling her little pussy with all the force and speed he could muster.
Kimberly discovered that night—at that moment, though she wouldn’t have a term for it until she looked it up online later—that she was multi-orgasmic. Just as her orgasm was tapering off, Tom’s continued thrusting into her spiked her next one which hit with even more force than the previous one and without any warning.
And still the fucking went on. Kimberly crested and rode four climaxes in a row before Tom slammed into her one last time, dumping his seed into her as he experienced his own orgasm.
She then found herself being flipped onto her front and felt her ass being raised into the air so that she rested on her knees. She tried to lift herself up on her arms, but after so many orgasms in a row, they gave out and she ended up with her left cheek pressed into the tabletop; her arms splayed out beside her. And the next cock pressed into her. It wasn’t as large as Tom’s—either in length or in girth—but it still did the trick, sending shivers of bliss radiating out from their point of contact.
She came three more times while Johnny fucked her from behind, then Alex had her fuck him while on top. They called it cowgirl style. She didn’t know there were names for different positions.
After Alex, Kyle fucked her again. It was her first experience with anal. She liked it but it just didn’t make her cum. She liked to cum more than anything. So when Kyle finished and Tom returned for his second time, she made sure he pounded her into submission again, wringing five more orgasms from her.
Someone suggested that she try DP. She didn’t know what that was so they had her get on top of Alex in the cowgirl position again, then lean forward. Johnny got up behind her and started poking her in the ass. He was having trouble getting it to go in when a shout startled them all.
“What the fuck is going on here?” It was Scott, standing by that little copse of trees at the curve in the sidewalk. Laurie was standing next to him.
“Kimberly?” she said uncertainly.
“Oh, shit.” This from Johnny, who pulled away from Kimberly’s ass and hopped off the table.
Kimberly, feeling a bit of shame at being caught, nevertheless looked on the newcomers and, no doubt remembering her experience with Laurie before they’d left the house, hoped that they might join in. The thought caused her to start slowing fucking herself on Alex’s cock. Alex, for his part seemed torn between wanting to get up and hopefully slip quietly away and fear that trying to lift the young girl off his cock might be misinterpreted as trying to feel up her proto-breasts.
“What the fuck are you assholes doing fucking a ten year old?” demanded Scott, rage clearly apparent in his voice.
“She said she was eleven, dude,” said Kyle defensively.
“Three weeks,” interjected Kimberly dreamily. Scott either ignored her or didn’t hear her.
“And that makes it all right?”
There was a bit of a scramble. If Kimberly had not been so worn out from her experiences she might have realized that the guys—save Alex—were putting their clothes back on.
“Look, Scott,” said Tom placatingly, “no one forced her. She was a willing participant.”
“Hell,” added Kyle, “she’s still participating with Alex.”
By that time, the pair had reached them—Scott staring down the three guys still trying to find and put back on all their clothes, and Laurie who came up beside Kimberly and took her arm. Gently, Laurie pulled Kimberly until she slipped off Alex’s flagging member. He immediately rolled off the table in the opposite direction and began searching for his pants.
“Ber,” said Laurie as though she hadn’t just found her ten year old sister in the middle of a five-way. “Where the hell is my top? It better not be ruined.”
“That’s what you’re concerned about?” Scott asked her incredulously. “Your top?”
“I like that top,” she replied. She started looking around on the dark ground for it.
“Your sister was being fucked by four high schoolers!” he nearly shouted. “I’m trying to decide if I should call the cops!”
“No! Don’t do that,” Kimberly said, perking up at the mention of police. She didn’t want to get in trouble and she didn’t want the guys to be in trouble either. “It’s all right. I wanted them to do it with me.”
“Kimmy—” She growled at him. “Sorry. Kimberly. That’s not the point. They should know better. They should never have done those things with you. You’re too young.”
That got her dander up. “I’m not too young. I liked it. I wanna do it again.”
“Kimberly,” he said, “You’re too young to understand. Someday you’ll know why it’s wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” she insisted. Why couldn’t she change his mind like she’d changed Laurie’s and the guys? Suddenly it hit her. Her wand. She’d lost her wand somewhere in all the sex and having her top taken off.
Laurie appeared with her top and cape and held the top out to Kimberly.
“Here,” she said. “Put this back on.”
Kimberly, however, wasn’t listening. She batted her sister’s hand aside and began searching the ground for her wand.
“It’s not wrong,” she said again as her eyes scanned the ground. “Don’t call the police, Scott. I can make it right. I just have to find my wand.”
Scott looked at Laurie. “What’s she talking about?”
Laurie just looked back at him confused.
“Scott, man, look,” said Tom. “There’s no need for the cops. She was willing. She’d probably deny it ever happened. I swear it won’t happen again.”
Scott glared at the four of them for a long while, considering things. Kimberly continued searching the ground for her wand. If she could just find it, she could make it all right.
“Come on, Kimberly,” said Laurie. “Put the top back on. It’s late. We need to go.”
“I gotta find my wand!” she said. “It’s important.”
“See?” said Johnny. “She’s fine. We didn’t hurt her or anything.”
“Hell, she came to us,” put in Kyle.
“All right!” said Scott, giving in. “But if you breath any word of this to anyone, or if I ever even hear about any of you looking at Kimberly again, I’ll make you wish I’d called the cops on you. Got it?”
They all agreed and took off down the sidewalk as fast as they could. Kimberly looked up in frustration.
“Wait!” she called. “Don’t go! I just have to find my wand!”
But they were gone. And the wand was gone too, it seemed.
Laurie and Scott managed to direct Kimberly, who refused to put the top or the cape back on, toward Scott’s car. They put her in the back seat and drove her home.
Kimberly lamented the entire way that everything was ruined, that she’d been having a great time and she didn’t want it to end.
Scott’s car pulled up in their driveway so that Kimberly would have a little privacy as she walked up to the front door nearly nude.
Kimberly slipped out of the back seat after Laurie got out. She walked up to the front door often looking up at the sky. Her night of sex brought to a premature end, staring up and the twinkling stars while wearing next to nothing served to remind her of her experience out in the open, underneath the sky.
Once they were safely inside and Scott had left, Laurie told Kimberly to go take a shower and go to bed.
“I don’t want a shower. I wanna have some more fun,” she said. But even as she said it, the events of the night were catching up to her and she couldn’t stifle a yawn.
“I think you’ve had enough fun for one night,” Laurie replied. “I can’t believe you took on four high school guys.”
“But then you and Scott had to ruin it.”
“Well, you’re only ten,” Laurie said. “You really shouldn’t be doing things like that yet.”
“But what about when you licked me down there?” Kimberly asked petulantly.
“I... Well... That was...” she floundered. “It’s... different.”
“Different how?”
Several seconds passed as Laurie tried not to appear to be struggling for an answer.
“It just is,” she said finally.
Kimberly’s face cracked into a huge, naughty grin.
“You wanna do it again?”
“No,” Laurie said. “I told you: shower, then bed.”
“Aww, c’mon.”
“No,” she said a little more firmly. “I have to go see what you’ve done to my clothes and—”
She stopped when they both heard a clattering sound of plastic on tile floor. Kimberly’s wand had apparently been caught in a fold of the cape and gone unnoticed.
“My wand!” Kimberly squealed. She dove for it, snatching it up and examining it with wide eyes and a huge smile.
“Good, you found your wand,” said Laurie sarcastically. “Just in time, now that Halloween is over. Now, shower.”
“Nuh uh,” said Kimberly. “I think you should carry me up to my room and lick me like you did earlier.”
Laurie stiffened briefly, then sighed.
“Fine,” she said as if giving in to the request of one last piece of candy before bed. “You win.”
She scooped her sister up like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold and headed for the stairs.
“God, you’re heavy,” she complained.
“No, I’m not,” Kimberly said, giggling.
Laurie dropped the girl on the bed and tossed the top and cape aside. She then climbed up and dove between the girl’s legs, licking and nibbling and sucking.
Laurie ate her sister to several more orgasms and even coaxed the girl to eating her big sister’s pussy, which she took to with enthusiasm once she realize that they tasted about the same as each other.
There was a quiet knock on the door and it cracked open. Laurie and Kimberly’s mom stuck her head in and looked toward the bed. She then called quietly over her shoulder to her husband, “She’s in here.”
“Why’s she in Kimberly’s room?”
“I don’t know,” she responded. “They look cute, though.”
“Cute” was probably not the word that would have come to her mind if she could have seen under the sheet and blanket that covered the sleeping pair. Kimberly was naked, save the fishnet stockings and choker she still wore, and Laurie was clad only in a bra.
The door closed quietly, with their parents ignorant of the debauchery that their daughters had got up to that night.
“What the hell?” said Laurie confusedly upon waking up in her sister’s bed. The sound woke Kimberly. “Why the hell am I in here? And—” she looked under the covers. “Oh, God. Where are my panties?”
“Huh?” was all that Kimberly could manage. She was still half asleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, the covers falling off her naked chest.
“Is that my choker?” Laurie demanded, then her sister’s state of undress registered. “Are you naked?”
Kimberly’s sleepy brain was slow to kick in and, without thinking, she tossed the covers aside. Laurie’s eyes went wide.
“Are those my stockings?” She shifted around so that she was on her knees and started fumbling with the clasp on the choker. “Take those off now,” she demanded.
Once the choker was off, Laurie got out of the bed and found her panties while Kimberly started rolling the stockings down.
“What the hell were you thinking getting into my stuff?”
“I didn’t,” Kimberly said.
“The hell you didn’t. My boots,” she said as she spied them and picked them up. “My top, my cape from my Halloween costume a couple years ago.” She rounded on her sister with those items in her hands as well. “That’s what this is about,” she said, clearly having decided that she’d figured it all out. “You hated your costume so you went into my room and stole my stuff.”
“No I didn’t,” said Kimberly. “You loaned me this stuff.” That was right, wasn’t it? It seemed right, but her memory was a bit fuzzy on the details.
“Like hell I did.”
Suddenly Kimberly’s mind latched onto a detail.
Her wand.
Her wand that could make people do stuff.
She looked around for it, finding it on her bedside table. She snatched it up and pointed it at her sister.
“You remember loaning me your clothes.”
Laurie stopped gathering her things. “Bullshit,” she retorted. “I’d never loan you anything ’cause you’d just ruin it.” She brandished the cape as evidence. “Like what the hell is this crusty stuff? You’d better hope I can get this out or you’re gonna be in so much trouble!”
She finished gathering her possessions and stalked out of the room and toward her own, apparently so angry that she failed to realize that she still wore only her underwear.
Kimberly sat dumbfounded, and still quite naked on her bed.
Her wand didn’t work anymore. It had worked the night before, right? It had made people do things? She was remembering that correctly, wasn’t she?
Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember what had happened the night before. Laurie had loaned her the clothes, that she was sure of. At least, pretty sure.
She remembered trick-or-treating, but was dismayed to find that she couldn’t see a bag of candy anywhere.
She remembered being in the park.
And a bunch of older boys...
And doing it.
S. E. X.
That couldn’t be right, could it?
Almost experimentally, she reached down and touched her cunny. It was crusty and a little sore.
So, she thought. It was real.
All of it.
The costume.
The boys.
The... fucking. The word seemed even naughtier than it had the previous night.
And the pleasure. Oh, the pleasure.
She could remember feeling so good that she thought she might die from it.
But somehow she couldn’t remember the names or faces of the boys. She remembered Laurie was there. And Scott too. Maybe. It was so fuzzy.
Maybe that’s why Laurie didn’t remember loaning her the clothes. Maybe parts of her memory was fuzzy too.
But the pleasure was the one thing that rose above it all and stood out in her mind. That was the clearest thing. The one thing she could remember with absolute certainty. She might not remember faces or names, she might be a little hazy on what it was like to have a guy on top of her with his... thing... inside her, and she might be unclear on a lot of the details, but there was no doubt about the way the things she’d done, and had done to her, made her feel.
And there was one thing she knew for certain—one thing about which she was absolutely sure: working wand or no, she would feel that pleasure again.
No matter what it took.
