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Subject: My wife and her Little sister
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WARNING!!!!
This document is not intended to be veiwed by children, blah, blah, blah. 
It is a purely fictional encounter, although it is based on real people,
sort of.  I found two pictures on the net that I fell in love with.  I'm
just using their likeness and names.  It is not my intent to slander
either of these girls, and I think my story is very tastefully done.  If
anyone wants to see the pictures, you'd better have a good reason, because
I'm a greedy bastard.  Oh yeah, if any Kelly's or (18 and over please)
Martha's are reading this, drop me a line.

__________________________________________________________________________
___________

It seemed like I had known Kelly forever.  We had grown up together.  We
played together as children, and later we dated.  We seemed destined to be
together.  Her body was perfect.  No matter how much she complained about
her red hair being the wrong color, or that her lucious 36C breasts were
too small, or her high, firm ass was getting fat, all I saw was a goddess.
 

As we neared graduation from High School, things changed.  We began to
fight.  She constantly insisted that we get married.  Me, being the
overgrown child of a man that I was, staunchly refused.  At that point in
my life, I was terrified to be married.  We decided to break up, and in a
fit of depression, I joined the Marines.

After the three month ordeal of boot camp, I knew that I wanted Kelly.  I
came home on leave and found that she was dating another man.  That was
the maddest I had ever been in my life.  I returned to duty a sad, sulky
bastard.  Just in time to go to Desert Storm.  

About a month after I had been there, I began recieving letters from
Kelly.  At first, they were just friendly "How ya doin?" letters, but as
the months passed, she confessed to dating the other men just to make me
jealous.  I wrote her telling that it had worked, and that I thought that
we could talk about being married when I got home.

I made it through the ground war ok, and soon, I was sitting back home. 
The first place I went was to Kelly's home.  Her younger sister, Martha,
met me at the door.  She was 13 at that time, just beginning to, shall we
say, "sprout".  She looked much like her sister, and both girls took after
their mother.  She shouted for Kelly, and was roughly shoved aside as
Kelly bounded down the stairs and into my waiting arms.  

We were kissing deeply, when I heard a loud coughing behind me.  It was
Kelly's father.  He was standing there with a very sour look on his face. 
I didn't blame him though.  He was a Catholic priest after all.  I made my
apologies and was invited to dinner by the girls' mother.  The father's
look did not change, and he "hmphed" and sat down in his chair.  

After dinner, Kelly's mother convinced her father to take her and Martha
out for ice cream.  As they left, she kissed me on the forhead, winked at
me, and said "Welcome home."  Kelly and I were left alone.  We sat on the
couch and soon we were kissing and touching all those places good girls
weren't supposed to touch.

I broke the kiss abruptly.  Months of reading Penthouse and Playboy had
given me some ideas.  "Kelly" I said in a flat voice," I'm still very mad
at you.  You shouldn't have gone out with those other men.  You know how
much you mean to me."  Kelly had a perplexed look on her face.  She hadn't
expected this turn of events.  "Why are you bringing this up now" she said
with a pout on her beautiful lips.

"I've been thinking about this since you told me why.  I'm now ready to
give you your punishment."  As the word sprang from my lips, Kelly leapt
from the couch and assumed a low fighting stance.  Her quick movements
flipped her skirt enough to give me a veiw of her perfect ass.  "You
better watch yourself, Shane!" she shouted.

She may have been small at 5'2", but she had been studying Kung-fu for the
last 12 years.  I knew better than to mess with my little ball'o'fire, but
that didn't stop me.  I stood up and snacthed at her arm.  I was rewarded
with two blows to the ribs that would have stopped most people, but my
Marine instincts kicked in.  I had a mission, and if I didn't complete it,
I knew I'd lose Kelly forever.

I sustained several more hits, but my greater size quickly overpowered
her.  I flopped back to sit on the couch as best I could, pinning her
across my lap with one strong arm.  She struggled very hard against me,
and the look on her face was on of pure terror.  I flipped up the thin
skirt and began to rub her perfect ass through the light blue cotton that
wrapped it.

I almost lost my grip on her as I concentrated on that pretty package.  My
attention snapped back to the mission.  I raised my hand and delivered my
strongest blow.  My large hand hit both cheeks of her tight tiny ass.  She
gasped in pain, then screamed "Stop it you bastard!  That hurt!"  I raised
my hand and delivered another.  Then another.  Her anger gave way to the
pain burning in her bottom.  she bagan to cry on number 5.  After 10
blows, I began to relax a little.  

She was no longer struggling, resigned to her fate.  She was crying in
short bursts, breathing in gasps.  "I think you've got too much padding
here." I gathered a bundle of the thin cotton material in my hand. "No,
please! Don't!"  She gasped.  She began struggling a little harder.  I
gave one quick pull, and the thin material tore free in my hand.  I raised
the material to my face.  I noticed a damp spot on the crotch.

It had been just what I was hoping for.  I gently rubbed her ass,
massaging the red welts I was leaving.  Her crying had lessened, and she
was responding to my massaging slightly.  "Let me go." she demanded
weakly.  "I'm not finished yet." I delivered another blow.  I began
varying the speed and intensity of my blows.  I was massaging each
handprint I made, changing her crys of pain into little gasps of delight.

After 25 blows, both cheeks of her perfect little ass were red as apples. 
I decided that she had been through enough.  Her crying had given way to
little moans of pleasure, and a damp spot was growing above his knee.  She
was responding well to his massaging, and the kneading of his hands.

He pulled her up, face to face.  "Have you learned your lesson?"  She
hugged me close and cryed into my ear "Yes. Yes sir, I have"

"Will you marry me?"

End Part 1
__________________________________________________________________________
___________

Part 2

I had now been married to Kelly for three years, and had been out of the
Marines for one.  I was a police officer on our local force.  Kelly was
now pregnant with our first child.  I was still amazed at the fact.  Soon
after we were married, I began to develop the rules to our relationship. 
Kelly was more than happy to accept whatever I said, but I wanted her to
be as happy as I was.

The first rule was, she was never to fuck another man.  I knew she had an
insatiable desire for cum, so she was allowed to suck as many cocks as she
wanted.  The second rule was, she had to tell me about anything she did. 
She would often be waiting for me at the door, waiting to tell me all her
nasty adventures.  Other times I would have to spank it out of her, much
to our mutual pleasure.

I allowed her to explore her relationships with other women, and she
enjoyed it very much.  I would occasionally be sent away on long
deployments, and I knew she would be well kept by the other military
wives.  She always had new little secrets for me to drag out of her, and
always told me at least one little white lie a day.

I grew tired of leaving my wife alone for so long, so when my enlistment
was up, I left the Marines.  I took a job as a police officer in my
hometown, and as I said, Kelly was now pregnant.  We were very happy, and
little did we know, we were soon to be even happier.

Kelly's sister Martha had been living with them for the last four months. 
Thier parent's had gone on a tour of the far east as missionaries, and
Martha had thrown a fit.  At age 16, she had grown into a beautiful, if
somewhat stubborn, young lady.  Rather than put up with tantrums, she was
left with me and Kelly.

I loved Kelly's pregnant body, and my new rule was to dress as sexily as
was comfortable to her.  She wore jogbras and shorts much of the time, as
well as just her underwear, or even nothing at all some days.  I found out
one thing about pregnant women.  They're always horny, and they are never
satisfied.  I think I learned more about sex in those nine months than in
the first 23 years of my life.

Martha, much to my discomfort, began to emulate her sister.  She was about
the same height as Kelly, but not nearly as developed.  She wore a uniform
to school, but once she got home, the gloves came off.  She dressed in
T-shirts and shorts that seemed painted on, and even less when she just
lounged around.  She was also an incredible tease.  Kelly seemed to find
it funny.

She would come out to watch me work on my '72 Dodge Challenger
convertible.  It was my second favorite toy, counting only after my wife. 
It was nearly restored and I worked on it constantly.  Martha would stand
over me and ask to help.  I tried to thrust all the thoughts out of my
head and concentrate, but it was no use.  Her young snatch was outlined by
her tight shorts, just inches from my face.  Or she would brush my arm
with the nipples of her pert little breasts.

If I would drop a tool, she she would jump in front of me and bump her ass
against my hard-on as she bent to grab the tool.  I always seemed to feel
her grinding against my hard rod, but was never sure.  The turning point
in my entire relationship came about a month later.  I was soon to learn
that my wife and her sister had inherited their mother's decptive,
manipulative side.

I had converted my basement into a small gym.  I liked to keep in shape
with weights and boxing.  I was working out, hitting the speedbag, just to
work up a sweat.  I had been at it for about a half-hour, so my muscles
were starting to burn, and my bare chest was covered in sweat.  I was just
wearing a set of sweatpants and my boxing shoes.  I noticed Martha by the
door, watching me the way Kelly liked to.  

"Hey little girl.  How was school?"  I had finished with the bag, and
wiped sweat from my brow with a towel as we spoke.  "As good as school
could be, I guess" she answered.  I noticed she had changed into a T-shirt
and skirt similar to the one Kelly had recieved her first spanking in.  I
felt a little twinge of suspicion in the back of my mind, but quickly
dismissed it.

"Are we still gonna go to the movie tonight?" she asked.  " I guess so" I
said.  I laid down on my bench." What do you want to see?" I began a light
workout, lifting about 180#.  I noticed her walk over, hands behind her
back.  She seemed to be thrusting her chest forward, and I noticed her
nipples were hard. "Oh, I dunno.  Something romantic."  I continued to
lift as she brushed her fingers across my chest, scratching lightly at my
nipple.

"Stop it, Martha. Your breaking my concentration." I was trying to lighten
the mood by pretending she was just tickling me.  It didn't work.  "Why
Shane, I bet I could do more and you still could concentrate."  Before I
could do anything, she kicked her leg up and out, straddling my broad
chest.  As she sat down, she confirmed something.  As her skirt fluttered,
I thought I had seen her bare pussy.  The unmistakeable moistness on my
chest confirmed she wasn't wearing panties.

I narrowed my eyes into slits, and continued lifting.  I was determined to
win her little game.  She began to rub her tiny swollen clit on my chest,
enjoying the little sensations my rippling muscles gave her.  My arms
burned, but I was determined to win.  I felt her juices, hotter than
anything I had felt before, begin to mingle with the sweat on my chest.  I
began to feel like I was losing the battle.

My cock was harder than the steel bar I was pumping.  I felt her tiny
fingers creep along my cock.  This little girl sure knew what she was
doing.  I was lifting slower and slower as my muscles reached the breaking
point.  I felt her move her fingers up along my cock, then start to push
down the top of my sweats.  I slammed the weights back onto the rack,
almost as hard as I snapped back to my senses.  The noise of the weights
slamming down startled her.  Martha jerked her hands to her ears to deafen
the loud sound.

I grabbed her by the arms and hoisted her off my chest.  "Alright! Enough!
You win." She forced a smile onto her face, "Maybe I'm better than I
thought."  I swatted her hard on the ass.  "Go to your room!" I shouted.  
Her face turned red.  The shade you get when enraged.  "You're not my
father!" she cried.  She ran out into the street, then hopped into the car
of a friend that happened to be passing by.

When Kelly came home, she got her first confession from me.  I was nearly
ready to cry myself.  "I had no idea what to do, babe.  What kind of
father am I going to be?" Kelly patted my hair, then kissed me on the
lips.  "It's ok honey.  You'll do fine.  I'll talk to Martha tomorrow." 
She reassured me.  I rolled over against the pillows, nearly sitting
straight up from the sheer amount of them, and Kelly shifted around until
she was sitting in my lap, laying back against my chest.

She had discovered that this position was extremely comfortable for her,
and she hadn,t been able to sleep unless in it since.  It was also very
nice for me, since my hard cock could nestle snuggly between the cheeks of
her ass.  It was about 9:00 and Martha hadn't come home, but I wasn't
worried.  Too much.  Kelly grabbed my hands, and began rubbing them along
her hard, roung stomach.  I knew this signal for exactly what it was.

I was glad that I found my pregnant wife so attractive.  Almost more so
than when she wasn't.  I nibbled on her ear and neck, teasing her nipples
with pinches and my fingertips.  I began to move my hands along our child,
applying pressure to those points that I knew so well by now.  She giggled
and tried to squirn away, but I wouldn't let go.  

I reached up with one hand and guided her mouth to mine.  We kissed and
our tongues fought for dominance.  My other hand reached down, and began
to stroke her inner thighs.  She thrust her hips forward, but my hand
deliberatly move, just to avoid what she so much wanted.  "You must be
horny again darling.  I may have to lift my no men rule." She knew I
didn't mean it, and I didn't think she wanted anyone else from the look in
her eyes.

"Only if you can't scratch a certain itch lover" she growled into my ear. 
I untangled myself from her grasp, and rearranged the pillows underneath
her.  Her hips were now raised and her back had plenty of support.  I
began suckling her nipples, tonguing and biting each in turn.  "Tell me
about your tits" I mumbled.  

"They're so small.  I wish they were bigger." She pouted.  That was her
first bedtime lie.  I bit the nipple hard enough to cause her to gasp in
pain.  "Tell me about your tits!" I commanded.  I applied a little more
pressure, then eased back when she answered "There are no more perfect
titties in the world, sir!"
"Correct" I stated.  I moved on down her body, kissing and nibbling at her
swollen stomach.  Her child.  Our child.

"Tell me about our baby."  

"Though the father has human flaws," she said, a gleem in her eyes,"the
mother is a goddess.  She is worshipped by her human husband.  The child
will be perfect, as will all the children to come."  I was kising just
above her clit, and she moaned softly, trying to press her hips up far
enough so I'd hit her 'sweet spot'.  No matter what part of this ritual
she messed up on purpose, it had never been that part.  

I bit the inside of her thigh.  Hard.  "Your getting to enjoy that
statement a little too much, your highness" I said.  Even a goddess needed
to be shown her place once in a while.  "I'm sorry, dear.  So sorry." she
whimpered.  I proceeded to my main target.  I blew a hot breath across her
clit, then took it into my mouth.  I was just as hungry for this tonight
as she was.  Dim memories of Martha prodded me onward.

I began to lick and suck at her outer lips, then my toungue found itself
indside her muff.  I was trusting it inside her pussy like a miniature
cock, then twisting it around like no cock could.  I imagined my tongue
was elongating, stretcing out to touch my child.  I was eating my wife's
pussy like a demon, and was well rewarded by the flow of juices across my
tounge, accompanied by the high pitched squeal that Kelly could never
control.

She stopped her shaking and looked directly into my eyes.  It was a look
af pure lust.  But I saw something behind that look.  I was a little
puzzled, but she shooshed me with a finger, and pulled me to her lips.  My
goddess licked her cum from my face, forcing her tongue into my hungry
mouth.  "Do it tonight! Please!" she pleaded.  

I had not truely fucked my wife since we had found out she was pregnant. 
No matter how much the doctor reassured me, I wanted no chance to injure
my child.  "You know that I won't do that Kelly" I frowned at her.  "You
don't love me anymore!" she breathed, panting with lust, yet trying to
pout at the same time.

"You know that's not true" I said as I brushed my fingers across her
engorged clit.  "If anything, I love you more now."  I slowly dipped a
finger into her steaming cunt.  She tried to buck her hips to take in more
of my finger.  I pulled out just enough to tease, then thrust my finger in
till it stopped.  "Then go for second best" she moaned as she rolled onto
her side.

I inserted a second, then a third finger into her hot pussy.  She was
again moaning in pleasure, and I felt the contractions of another orgasm. 
My hand was coated in her juices, and I recieved another little squeal as
a reward.  I began rubbing my hand along the crack of her ass, coating the
tiny hole with her juices.  I inserted my middle finger into her ass, and
began working the girlcum into her ass.

I pressed my cockhead against the tiny pink bud of her anus.  It never
seemed like I could fit in there, but somehow, after much moaning on her
part, the head slipped inside the hottest of my wifes pleasure holes.  The
tightness of my wifes ass wrapped around the length of my iron hard tool. 
I began to slowly trust in and out, causing moans of appriciation from
Kelly.  I felt another feeling inside my wifes ass.  One I would miss
almost as much as I would appriciate fucking Kellys tight pussy again.  

The baby was kicking.  Kicking and squirming against this intruder to it
private little domain.  I could see, in my minds eye, my son or daughter
fighting against that thin back wall that kept pressing into it.  The
thought brought me near the edge.  Kelly was beginning to squeal again, so
I knew it was time.  I quickly pulled my cock from her ass, and
practically lept over her on the bed.

I would not let her touch my cock with any part of her body until I washed
it, but my aim was true.  I jacked my cock furiously, and shot my load
into Kelly's waiting mouth.  I hadn't let a drop miss in four months since
starting this game, and I wasn't about to start now.  My cum hungry wife
swallowed everything I gave her.

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her.  I kissed her,
expecting to find her tounge attacking mine.  Instead, I tasted a salty
glob being thrust into my mouth.  I rolled it around for a minute, then
swallowed, and kissed Kelly full on the lips.  "I taste pretty good, don't
I" I asked her.  She just smiled.

The front door opened, then slammed shut.  "Go take a shower.  I'll go
talk to her" Kelly got up and put on a robe.  She went to Martha's room,
and talked far into the night.  As she crawled into bed, I thought I
caught a look of anticipation in her eyes, but I forgot it and drifted off
top sleep.

END PART 2