Salem Valley Chapter Five © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com Charity Smith had a plan. She concocted it while in the bath, washing off the last traces of goat semen from her skin. Desiring to lose her virginity, she had a few options available to her. She could do it herself, with the vibrator Aaron had given her. She could get someone to do it for her. And then there was the goat. Of these, the second option was the most desirable. Aaron was the most likely candidate, but he was still at the warehouse. She thought of other boys she knew, imagining each in turn, how gentle or rough they'd be, how their cocks might feel as they pierced her hymen. Finally, her thoughts turned to her brother Luke. She'd never really thought of him the way she thought of Aaron. Sure, they'd fooled around a bit, but Luke seemed more attracted to other girls, her age and older. But with Amos away from the valley, Luke would be alone in their bedroom, presenting a perfect opportunity. Charity kept her bedroom door ajar and waited until the light went out in Luke's bedroom. She waited a couple of minutes and crept across the hall, softly knocking on his door. She heard him say something muffled, and entered his room. "What d'ya want, Char?" Luke asked. "It's cold in my room," she said. "Can I sleep with you?" "Yeah, sure," Luke said after considering this for a moment. He pulled back his blankets and Charity climbed into his bed, snuggling against his warm body. "Thanks, Luke," she cooed. As her brother wrapped his arm around her, Charity rolled over so he could hold her from behind. She nestled against him, her soft little bottom pressed against his groin. Soon enough, she could feel Luke's cock stirring inside his pajama bottoms, the tip of his penis emerging from the undone fly. Beneath the short nightie she was wearing, she had on the tiny red lace thong Aaron had given her. She slowly lifted the nightie, exposing her soft ass cheeks, bisected by a thin strip of red lace. Charity could feel her brother's cock brushing against her skin as it grew harder. Her plan was working perfectly so far. "Charity?" her brother asked. "What?" "Did you forget your panties?" "No," she said, guiding Luke's hand down between her legs so he could feel the lacy undies she was wearing. His hand felt good down there, and she spread her legs a bit, letting him touch her. Luke wasn't unaware of his sister's subterfuge. For one thing, her room was always warmer than his; that's why she'd been given it, since their parents doted on their daughter. And he wasn't unaware of what she and Aaron did together, since his brother had told him what a fine piece of ass their sister was. Luke figured that Charity was horny, and with Aaron away, he'd have to do. With that in mind, Luke slipped his fingers under his sister's tiny panties and began to finger her. But instead of dry, rubbery pussy lips he felt a slick substance coating her tiny twat. "What's this?" Luke asked his sister. "Astroglide," she replied. "Aaron uses it on my bottom." "Why is your pussy coated with it?" "So you can fuck me," Charity said. "I want you to take my cherry, Luke." "Why me?" Luke asked. "Why not Aaron?" "He's not here," she replied, turning around and stroking her brother's hardening cock. "I don't want to wait." Luke couldn't argue with that, and by this point he didn't care if Aaron would be pissed about this. "Okay, get on top of me, sis," he said. "Lemme suck on you a bit," Charity said. She wanted his cock nice and wet. Luke stripped off his pajamas and rolled on his back while Charity pulled her nightie over her head. She curled up between his legs and took his cock between her lips. Luke was a good choice, she decided as she sucked him. His cock was the perfect size, not as thick as Aaron's but long enough to get the job done. Once she had his penis hard and wet, she straddled his hips, pulled the crotch of her thong aside, and guided his cock between her lubricated labia. It took a minute of fumbling to find her passage, but she soon found the proper angle. Charity slowly settled down on her brother's rigid tool. She expected some resistance and pain as Luke's cock wormed its way up her needy hole, but there was none. Two years before, when she was eight years old, she'd accidentally torn her hymen climbing a tree with her friends. The momentary pain and the faint traces of blood in her panties that day were long forgotten. The young girl pressed downward with her hips until all but about an inch of Luke's cock was inside her. "Does it hurt?" Luke asked. "No, not really," she said. There was a bit of discomfort from being stretched by her brother's member, but nothing really painful. On the contrary, the warm flesh filling her sex felt delicious. To Luke, the sight of his sister lowering her body on to his rampant cock was amazing. He held her waist, slowly guiding her up and down, rocking his hips against her creamy thighs. "Oooohhh," Charity cooed. "So good..." She moved her hips in time with her brother's, savoring the delicious friction as his cock slid in and out of her slick hole. Leaning forward, her hands on her brother's chest, she closed her eyes and surrendered to this wonderful new sensation. It wasn't as intense as when she rubbed her clit with the vibrator, but it was amazing all the same, a tingly feeling that spread through her entire body. Luke watched his cock as it slid in and out of Charity's bald pussy, glistening with moisture in the dim light of his room. Pussy was a rare commodity among boys his age since virginity was still held up as a virtue. There was no lack of willing mouths to accept his hardness, and a tight ass, though rarer, could be found with a little work. So Luke considered himself fortunate to find himself buried in a tight, hot, wet pussy. He wanted to make this last, though he felt like he could explode at any time, so he closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander to less sexy subjects, like the slaughter of a goat he'd seen last week. Charity leaned forward and found an angle that would drag the top of Luke's hard shaft deliciously close to her clit, adding a new note to the symphony of pleasure. She was breathing in short gasps punctuated by moans and sighs as her ecstacy grew. Her movement quickened, her pace increasing until she was bouncing up and down on Luke's cock, making the old wooden bed creak in protest. That's when she felt it, a stupendous orgasm that struck her little body like lightning, making her whole body vibrate. She paused, quivering, and resumed, summoning a new, higher climax. Luke, his attention brought back to the moment by his sister's orgasm, lifted his hips off the bed, driving his cock deeper inside his sister's spasming pussy. Suddenly he erupted, his cock spewing a gusher of cum inside Charity's tight little twat. Charity gasped and squeaked at this new sensation, a flood of hot spunk filling her hungry hole. She fell forward on her brother's chest, hugging him as she softly sighed with delight. They did it once more that night, using a variety of positions: from behind, Luke on top, on their sides. Luke filled Charity's tiny cunny once more with his sperm before they finally went to sleep, spent and happy. As she drowsed in her brother's arms, Charity wondered how Aaron's thick cock would feel inside her. ~o o~ It had been a long, tiring day for Pastor Gilmore. The day started with Hiram Van Heusen's lengthy confession that morning, continued with the organizaion of search parties for his missing daughters, and into the evening, when the parties' leaders reported their findings at the pastor's residence. The boys he'd sent outside of the valley hadn't turned up anything either, and he was resigned to recalling them rather than send them after what was now a cold trail. Nor could the pastor ignore the rest of his flock. He'd kept all of his appointments that day, including this, the last item on his agenda. Joshua and Harmony Linscott were delightful little children, 10 and 8 respectively. They favored their mother's good looks: blonde hair, blue eyes, and delicate facial features. Alone, each child was intelligent, polite, and well-behaved. But together they bickered and fought incessantly, which is why their parents sought the pastor's help. If he could teach them to get along, peace would be restored to the Linscott household. Joshua and Harmony sat on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. Pastor Gilmore had stoked the flames, warming the room, and he'd encouraged the Linscott kids to get more comfortable. Joshua and Harmony had stripped down to their underwear, basking in the warmth of the hearth. The pastor sat between them, stroking their soft backs. "Brothers and sisters shouldn't fight so much," the pastor said in a comforting tone of voice. Joshua and Harmony, lulled by the pastor's melodious way of speaking and the fire's warmth, nodded in unison. "In fact," the pastor continued, "there are ways that a brother and sister can help each other, special ways to make each other happy." The pastor paused to let his words sink in. "Would you like me to show you some of those ways?" "Uh huh," the kids said. They'd been vaguely intimidated by the pastor, whom they usually only saw on Sundays, but up close in his office, he seemed a kindly old man with a gentle touch. "Let's take these off, shall we?" he said, tugging at Joshua's briefs. The pastor was so taken with this beautiful little blond boy that he began to think of excuses to get Joshua alone in his office for some "personal counseling". Joshua stripped out of his jockeys and the pastor motioned him to lay down on the rug. "Now, Harmony," the pastor said. "Kneel here, between Joshua's legs." He guided her so her head was directly above her brother's crotch, and showed her how to take his penis into her mouth. Joshua's little cock began to stir and harden between her lips. He gently instructed her how to use her tongue on his glans and her hands on his shaft and balls, all the while gently stroking her silky hair and soft skin. Joshua responded by rolling his hips as his sister sucked him. Little Joshua had seen other kids doing this but, being shy by nature, had never joined in. But now his bratty little sister was sucking his cock, producing the most wonderful sensation, even better than masturbating, his only sexual activity until that point. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and her tongue felt amazing. His pleasure began to mount until all of a sudden his whole body stiffened, wracked by an intense orgasm. He felt so sensitive that he had to push Harmony away. Harmony was amazed at the effect she'd had on her brother. She'd been watching his face while she sucked him, and his expression betrayed the pleasure he'd felt, pleasure she'd given her. It gave her a feeling of control over Joshua, who constantly teased and tormented her, and in a way she felt almost proud. "That was wonderful, Harmony," Pastor Gilmore said. "You did just fine." The girl blushed and smiled at the pastor's words. "Rest up, Josh and I'll show you something." After the boy had regained his senses, the pastor had Harmony lie down in his place. He had Joshua slowly pull down his sister's little white cotton panties and kneel between her creamy thighs. Pastor Gilmore gently spread her hairless labia and showed the boy how she was made, pointing out the tiny bump at the top that was the source of her pleasure. When Joshua began to lick her bald pussy, Harmony sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the oral attention he was giving her. Not as shy as her brother, she and her girlfriends had experimented with fingering and licking each other, but never got more than some tingly sensations. But Joshua had a strong tongue and, with the pastor's guidance, put it to good use, touching his sister in all the right places. She began to squirm with pleasure, raising her bottom from the rug to press it harder against her brother's mouth. The good feeling she'd had from her friends' tongues gave way to something more intense, something that gripped her whole body and made her feel weak and strong at the same time. "Uh...uh...yes...uh..." Harmony surrendered herself to the feeling as it mounted. Suddenly it welled up from her center and posessed her, making her shiver and tremble and thrash on the thick rug. She pinned her brother's shoulders between her quivering thighs and screamed out as she came. Joshua kept licking her clit, astounded at the intensity of his sister's response. Finally, she pushed him away as her clit became too sensitive to any further stimulation. "Good job, Josh," the pastor said, patting him on the shoulder. "That was just dandy. Let's give Harmony a moment to get herself together and I'll show you something else." "Okay, for this we're going to need a special oil," Pastor Gilmore said, once Harmony had caught her breath. He took an unlabeled plastic bottle from his desk. It contained a water-based lubricant, but to the Linscott kids it would always be "special oil". The pastor had Harmony lay down again and slid a small pillow under her bottom. After squirting some lube on her little pussy, he had Joshua kneel between her legs, supporting her ankles on his shoulders. The pastor squirted some lubricant on his cock and gently spread it around. This had the predictable effect of making him hard again. Then the pastor positioned the boy's penis so it lay between the girl's rubbery pussy lips. He showed Joshua and Harmony how to rock their hips, producing a delicious friction between cock and clit. Before they had a chance to come, though, the pastor separated them and had Harmony get up on her hands and knees. The pastor saved this act for the last, as it symbolized the submission a girl needed to show to the boy she was to please. "Josh, pour some oil right here," the pastor instructed, pointing to a spot between her soft, round buns. "Now use your finger to rub it in. Gently, gently." The boy probed his sister's tight little ass with a fingertip. "How does that feel, Harmony?" the pastor asked. "Funny," she replied. "Okay, I guess." "Does it hurt?" "Nuh uh." The pastor poured some more lubricant on the boy's cock and guided Joshua's hard little cock into his sister's slick hole. Joshua slowly pushed forward until the head of his dick popped into her tight rectum. Harmony let out a little gasp. "Did that hurt, Harmony?" the pastor asked her. "A little," she replied. "Try touching your cunny," he said. "The oil will make it feel really good." Harmony tentatively fingered herself and found that the slippery substance did indeed make her clit feel nice. She closed her eyes and smiled as she rubbed herself, already getting used to the feeling of her brother's cock in her tight little ass. Joshua loved how her tiny tush felt, gripping his cock like a fist but so much better than his own fingers. He began to thrust in and out, looking down to watch his sister's bottom swallow his slick penis. Pastor Gilmore thought he'd be content to just watch the two kids couple, but the sight of these two sexy siblings was too much. He knelt by Harmony's face and unzipped his trousers, fishing out his hardening cock. The girl, her eyes closed as she fingered herself, heard the rustling of clothing and looked up to see the pastor's penis, poised just an inch from her mouth. Without being asked, she parted her lips and accepted the kindly old man's cock. As her brother banged her from behind, she sucked on the head of the fat penis, swirling her tongue around the underside as she'd been previously instructed. Pastor Gilmore stroked his shaft as she sucked him, enjoying the sight of Joshua taking his pleasure in Harmony's tight bottom. Joshua was the first to come. The excitement and delicious feeling of being in his sister's hot little ass was just too much to resist, and when the pastor started feeding Harmony his big fat tool, that sent him over the edge. He pumped her tight hole and gave one last deep thrust, holding his cock inside her as he climaxed. Harmony was next. She felt her brother's thrusts speed up and knew he'd found his release inside her. The initial discomfort had long given way to a pleasant feeling as her brother's penis filled her bottom. Between that and her slick fingers gliding over her clit, she brought herself to a buzzy little orgasm, a little shiver of delight. Not as intense as when Joshua had licked her, it was nice all the same. She took her hand, still slick from her pussy, and began to stroke the pastor's cock while she sucked on the head. Pastor Gilmore was pleased to see how well the Linscott kids had taken his instructions, and now he received his own reward. As he watched first brother than sister find their pleasure, he, too, sought his own. The delightful little Harmony was doing a wonderful job sucking him, even if she couldn't get more than the head in her mouth. When she started stroking his shaft with the hand she'd used to rub herself, he felt his orgasm begin to build. Not wanting to choke the little girl with his load, he pulled out of her mouth and began to stroke himself vigorously. "Lie down on the rug, the two of you," the pastor said. Joshua and Harmony did as he asked, lying head to toe on the rug. Pastor Gilmore stood over them and, as he began to climax, spurted his thick, warm semen all over their creamy white skin, anointing them with his sperm. The kids giggled as the sticky fluid covered them. Harmony even stuck a finger in one of the puddles of cum that landed on her belly and tasted it, finding it bitter, not to her taste. Plenty of time to learn to love it, the pastor thought as he shook off the last drops. He cleaned the siblings off with a soft towel and helped them get dressed, giving Joshua the bottle of "special oil" and telling him that they could return to his office when they needed more. Once dressed, Joshua and Harmony left his office holding hands. Once more, order and happiness reigned in the Linscott home. ~o o~ Prudence Martin was a changed girl. Ever since her evening with the pastor and that day at the cabin, she had an ache down there that her fingers alone couldn't reach. Sure, she'd rubbed herself a lot in that special place, so much that she began to get sore, then after applying some soothing cream she rubbed herself some more. Even now, lying in her bed at night she couldn't resist fingering her little pussy, trying to find a bit of relief. It had been a busy day for little Prudence. Before going to school, she cut a slit in the crotch of her panties with pinking shears. This allowed her to finger her bald twat under her desk at school. Then she happened to overhear her grandfather talking with Hiram Van Heusen about his missing daughters and all the things they'd done, which Prudence found both disturbing and arousing. Before classes, she shared the details with a few close friends. During recess, while the other kids were all abuzz about the Van Heusen girls, Prudence found a first grade boy she knew and took him behind the garage where the little school bus was parked and playfully wrestled him to the ground, straddling his slim hips and humping him. She could feel him getting hard inside his pants, but before she could go any further, the teacher called everyone back to class. During classes, she was distracted, idly fingering herself under her desk. She almost jumped out of her skin when the teacher called on her, but she managed to give the correct answer anyway. She'd resigned herself to a long boring day but then school was let out early so the personnel could help with the search for Naomi and Jael. Prudence didn't go directly home. Instead, she wandered around town, avoiding the pastor's residence where she lived with her parents, siblings, cousins, aunt, uncle, and grandfather. Her wanderings took her to the woods, where she watched the search parties comb the forest. Prudence was about to head home when she saw Micah Timmons, a boy she knew, enter the woods with a backpack. Curious, she followed him for a while and, when she saw him stop in a small mossy clearing, hung back and watched from behind a tree. Micah opened his pack and took out what looked like a pair of fancy panties, all frilly black lace. He took off his pants and jockeys and put on the dainty undies. Then he took a bottle of lotion from his bag and put some on his hard penis, which he stroked vigorously. Prudence grew horny watching the boy please himself and, throwing caution to the wind, approached the clearing. "Who's there?" Micah said, after Prudence stepped on a twig. "It's me, Pru," she said. "What are you doing?" "Nothing," Micah said, red faced, his cock in his hand. "Those are pretty," Prudence said, walking over and touching the lacy panties. With her other hand she took Micah's cock and began squeezing and stroking it. Though it had softened when she surprised him, now Micah's cock began to harden and throb in her fingers. It was a nice cock, not too big, and Prudence wondered if she could fit it all in her mouth. "What are you...?" Micah started to say when Prudence knelt at his feet. She wiped off the lotion and opened her mouth, sinking her lips down the boy's penis. He sighed and rocked back on his heels as she sucked him. It turned out that yes, she could get her lips around it, unlike her grandfather's thick cock. She wrapped her hands around Micah's panty-clad bottom, pulling him back and forth so he was fucking her mouth. After a while she felt him shudder, his hips frozen, and a small drop of fluid formed at the tip of his cock before it began to soften in her mouth. "Will you lick on me?" she asked Micah after he stripped off the pretty panties. "Okay," he said, not wanting to antagonize the little girl who knew his secret love of lingerie. Besides, she'd just given him a sweet blowjob. Prudence stepped out of her little pink cotton panties with the secret slit and lay down on the soft moss. Micah curled up between her legs and began lapping at her cunny. She had to direct him a bit, showing where her special place was. He did pretty good after that, but what really got her going was when he put lotion on his finger and stuck it up her butt while he licked on her. She came really hard after that. Micah had to go home, so she followed him out of the woods and parted ways at the edge of town. She was walking along the road, wondering what else she could put up her butt, when she saw Zachariah Reinhart in his truck. He stopped next to her and rolled down the window. "Need a ride? I'm going to see the pastor," he said. "Sure," she replied, getting in the truck. As the pickup bumped over the rutted road into town, her short little dress rode up her thighs, exposing her little cotton panties. Prudence caught Mr. Reinhart sneaking glances at her legs and underwear. "Would you like a candy?" Mr. Reinhart asked. "I've got some in the glove compartment." "Yes, please," Prudence said. She opened the compartment and all sorts of things spilled out: pencils, maps, papers, and little cellophane wrapped candies. She slid off the seat and gathered everything that had fallen, giving Mr. Reinhart a good look at her little ass and the slit she'd made in her panties. "What's this?" she asked, holding up a small white plastic tube. "Personal lubricant" was written on the label. "Oh, that's just some grease for the truck," Reinhart replied. Prudence replaced the tube and closed the compartment, putting her candy in her coat pocket. She looked over at Mr. Reinhart in the driver's seat and noticed that he had a very big bulge in his pants. Zachariah Reinhart saw Prudence staring at his crotch. He'd had a raging hard-on since the girl entered the truck, and those glimpses of her little panties made him even harder. On an impulse, he took the next turn off the road, into a firebreak cut into the woods. He drove to a small clearing out of sight from the road and parked the truck. "Would you like some more candy to take home?" he asked Prudence. "Uh huh," she said. "You have to do me a favor first," he said. "Okay, what?" "Show me your cunny," Reinhart said, his voice choked with lust. "Okay," Prudence said. She turned on the big bench seat to face him, lifted her dress, and opened the slit she'd cut in her panties. "You've got a hole in your undies, sweetie," Reinhart chuckled. "I cut it this morning," Prudence said. "Why'd you do that?" "So I could touch myself in school," she replied. "Do you want to touch it?" Reinhart couldn't believe his ears. He just wanted a peek, to see a little pussy that reminded him of his daughter's when she was younger. Now this little girl was letting him have his way with her body. Speechless, he just nodded to her. Reinhart slowly reached out and, while Prudence held the panty slit open, touched her hairless cunny. "Can you rub on it for me?" Prudence asked. "Sure, sweetie," Reinhart said. He carefully opened the glove box and grabbed the tube of lubricant, squeezing some out on his finger. Then he drew Prudence closer, so she was sitting right next to him. With his left hand, he reached between her legs and ran his slick finger along her pussy lips. She snuggled against him and he put his right arm around her shoulder. "That feels nice," Prudence murmured as Reinhart's finger found her special place, sliding over her tiny clit. She liked how the big man touched her. He was gentle like her grandfather. Prudence was thinking about that night in his office, when he'd made her feel really good, and the memory helped her achieve another orgasm. As she quivered and moaned in the pickup truck, Reinhart held her tightly. She thought she could hear him moan, too. When Prudence opened her eyes, she saw that Mr. Reinhart had unbuttoned his trousers and had his cock out, stroking it with the hand he'd used to frig her cunny. He didn't need to prompt her; on her own initiative she reached out and took it in her hand, a thick, hard cock like the pastor's. Remembering that video clip she'd seen, she leaned over Mr. Reinhart's lap and took the head of his fat cock in her mouth. Unlike Micah's slender organ, Reinhart's was too big for her to get all of it inside her mouth, so she slurped on the head and used both hands to stroke the shaft. Prudence could hear Mr. Reinhart moan as she sucked him, and he was breathing like a man who'd just lugged a bale of hay. He said something she couldn't hear and then his cockhead flared like a cobra and started spurting his cream in her mouth, just like Samuel Cunningham did in the cabin. This time, she swallowed it quickly, before she had a chance to taste it, and it wasn't so bad when she did that. Mr. Reinhart's cock began to soften, so she released it from her mouth. "Can I have some candy now?" she asked him. "Sweetie, you can have all the candy you want," he said. While Prudence fished through the glove compartment for more candies, Reinhart started the truck and backed down the firebreak, back to the road. Prudence popped a candy in her mouth to chase the taste of the older man's semen. "Don't you need to come inside and see Grandpa?" Prudence asked when they had stopped in from of her house. "I'll catch up with Pastor Gilmore later," Reinhart said hesitant to face the pastor right after blowing a load in his granddaughter's mouth. "You run along now and be a good girl." "Okay, thanks," she said, stepping out of the truck. She waved at him and ran up the path to the pastor's residence. Reinhart caught a brief flash of her panties as the wind caught her dress. His daughter would suck his cock after dinner that evening, but his mind would be on the little girl with the slit in her panties. Prudence found the house mostly empty. Her mother and aunt were in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Her grandfather was in the office, door closed, talking with someone. Quietly, Prudence went down to the laundry room in the basement to get a rag. Her pussy and bottom were still wet from Micah's lotion and Mr. Reinhart's lubricant and she needed to wipe herself. The washing machine was running, but the first thing Prudence noticed was a basket of laundry, still warm from the dryer. She slipped off her makeshift open-crotch panties and rummaged through the basket until she found a pair she recognized as her own. Before putting these on, she reached over the washing machine to the shelf overhead, where the rag box was kept. But a funny thing happened. As Prudence stretched to reach the box, her lower body pressed against the washer, which was in the spin cycle. A wave of vibrations coursed through her little body. Surprised, she quickly stepped back, then cautiously approached the machine. Prudence pressed her pussy against the vibrating washer. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt. Waves of pleasure radiated outward from her tender cunny, making her gasp and catch her breath. She kept pressing her bald little mound against the washer over and over until she had an orgasm that left her weak in the knees. Twice she came on the washer and was going for a third when it clicked off, the spin cycle now over. Prudence wiped herself off with a rag and put on the freshly washed, warm pair of panties. They felt nice and cozy against her pussy and bottom. Happy with herself at having discovered the washing machine trick, she went upstairs to have a snack. From now on, she'd give her mother more help with the laundry. ~o o~ Tamar and Leah Ingersoll were up in their bedroom folding laundry and talking about the Van Heusen girls. Most of the information they had was second- and third-hand, gleaned from a variety of sources. Rebecca had spoken with Prudence Martin, who'd heard her grandfather talking with Hiram Van Heusen, but she didn't understand much of what Prudence had heard and her account was sketchy. "They're in big trouble if they get found," Leah said as she sorted knee socks and anklets. "No surprise they ran away," Tamar said, folding her training bras and placing them in a neat pile. "No surprise at all," Leah agreed. "Downright awful that Hiram took Naomi's cherry. I mean, a girl's gotta keep her daddy happy, but that's beyond the pale." "Sam Cunningham said Naomi and Jael licked on each other every night," Tamar said. "I just don't think they liked boys at all." "We used to lick on each other," Leah said. "You were Becca's age back then." "Yeah, I remember that," Tamar said. "Why'd we stop?" "Boys," Leah replied. "Oh right." The girls finished folding and putting away their laundry. "Hey, Tam," Leah said. "You wanna? For old time's sake?" "Sure," Tamar laughed. She came over to Leah and hugged her. "Remember how we used to practice kissing?" Tamar said. "That was fun," Leah replied. Then she tilted her head and leaned in to kiss her sister. Tamar parted her lips and accepted her sister's kiss, running her hands over Leah's body. Without a word, the girls separated and began to undress, climbing into the double bed Tamar shared with Rebecca, still wearing their panties. "Remember that thing we used to do?" Leah asked. "With our pussies?" "Oh, right," Tamar said. The two girls lay diagonally across the bed and slipped their legs between each other's thighs so that Leah's panty crotch was pressed against Tamar's. Then they started grinding against each other, pussy to pussy. "Mmmmm...feels better than I remember," Tamar said. "That's because your clit is bigger," Leah replied. "Let's try it without panties." The girls separated for a moment, pulled off their underwear, and resumed the scissor-like position, bare flesh against bare flesh. Leah began to softly sigh, while Tamar was a bit louder with her moaning. After a few minutes of this, Tamar disengaged and climbed on top of her sister, pressing her thigh between Leah's legs. She started kissing Leah and fondling her breasts. "I hope my boobies grow as nice as yours," Tamar said. "Yours are coming in nicely, Tam." Leah cupped her sister's tiny buds, rubbing her palm over Tamar's erect nipple. The girls kissed and arranged themselves head to toe, faces between thighs, kissing and nibbling at each other's pussies. Tamar sought out Leah's clit, teasing it out of its hood, making it swell as she swirled her tongue over it. Leah probed Tamar's nearly hairless cunny with tongue and fingers, causing her sister to moan with delight at Leah's delicate touch. The intensity built up as each sister tried to make the other girl moan louder, breathe heavier, cry out in pleasure. Tamar was the first to come, thanks to Leah's experience and skill. She cried out and clutched the blanket, her whole body shaking with lust and passion. When she had caught her breath, she returned the favor, making Leah cry out almost as loudly as Isaac Reinhart had. The sisters were about to cuddle together on the bed when they noticed that they had company. "Wow," Rebecca Ingersoll said. "So that's what Naomi and Jael did?" "How long have you been watching, Becca?" Leah asked. "Since just before Tamar had her come," Rebecca replied. "Will you lick on me like that? Please?" "Sure, Becca," Tamar said. "Get in bed and I'll lick on you." Rebecca giggled and slipped off her dress, kicked off her shoes, and skinned off her little cotton panties before bounding into bed with her sisters. Leah couldn't resist having a tickle fight with her little sister, and soon Rebecca was red faced with laughter. Finally, she settled down, laying her head in Leah's lap while Tamar spread her little sister's legs. Rebecca was still a little ticklish and giggled when Tamar's tongue touched her bald cunny, but soon the giggles gave way to contented sighs as her older sister's probing tongue found her tiny clitoris. "Feels so good..." Rebecca moaned. Leah was stroking Rebecca's hair and face, leaning over to lick her tiny nipples every now and then. Tamar kept ravishing her younger sister's hairless pussy, lashing her secret button as she probed Rebecca's passage with her fingers. Rebecca began to squirm and moan as Tamar worked her cunny with mouth and fingers. "Ah...ah...yeah...Tam...oh..." That special good feeling began to grow inside little Rebecca's loins. Her body tingled all over, especially her cunny, which felt like it was about to explode with pleasure. Tamar skillfully used her tongue to coax out Rebecca's orgasm, and soon the little girl was convulsing with delight, her limbs trembling as her climax arrived. When it was over, Tamar climbed up next to her sisters and the three of them cuddled together. A few minutes later they heard a voice calling from downstairs. "When you girls are done licking on each other I can sure use a hand with dinner," Faith Reinhart called out. ~o o~ © 2008 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com