A big brother brightens up a boring day for his younger sisters
JackassTales…Tale # 32…Readers; okay, here I go again with another taboo tale of forbidden incestuous lust and love involving young sibling characters. If the subject of young incest bothers you, then please try to find a different story to read. Some of the situations and language used herein are perhaps exaggerated and unrealistic, but please keep in mind that this tale is a fictional figment of my imagination using literary license as my guide. Thank you.
From Webster’s dictionary: bored (definition)
1: a state of weariness and restlessness through lack of interest
2: to pierce a cylindrical hole with a turning or twisting movement of a tool
Rainy Day: My Little Sisters Get Bored
Three straight days of steady, drizzling rain was enough to dampen the spirits of even the most optimistic of boys. I was a carefree fella of 15 without a worried thought in my mind. Summer vacation had started and, as long as I kept my farm chores up, I was as free as a lark to do just about any damn thing in this world I wanted to do.
After feeding the horses, I stripped off my shirt and hung it on a nail. I stepped into the wide open doorway of the barn and stared up to the skies. A gust of wind blew some of the warm, misty moisture against my bare chest. My jean shorts were getting damp, so I stepped back into the barn’s shelter.
Until this aggravating rain had started, I looked at the world as a wondrous playground made especially for me to play in. I was healthy as a horse, strong as a mule, and as virile as a young stud stallion. Why, in order to tame all of the hard-ons I had, I had to beat my meaty cock four of five times a day!
One of these damn days, and the sooner the better, I was going to find me a willing girl and get me a nice piece of ass! Yes siree, I was going to stop all this beating off and get me some pussy to dip my cock into!
The trouble was that living way out here in the country boondocks willing girl-type females were mighty scarce and hard to find. There was a girl living ten miles down the road, but her face was as ugly as the ass end of our milk cow. I reckon, if worse comes to worse, I could throw a gunny sack over her head and go ahead and screw her.
Looking at the depressing, infuriating, rainy-day sky, I felt like cussing. I was getting short-tempered and aggravated. It was time for me to jack-off and get myself into a better mood. My eyes spied a movement over at the house. Two of my sisters had leapt off the back porch and were running towards the barn.
Goddamnit! Speaking of infuriating aggravation, those two she-devils were a prickly thorn in my side! They were spoiled and pampered parental pets who were always tattle-telling on me. So what if I did throw rocks at them, or sometimes pitched them in the creek, or tied their hair into knots! The way I figured, a little brotherly mistreatment was good for building a sister’s character. Why, I was doing them a favor!
I watched as the bedeviling barefooted duo splished and splashed their way across the wide expanse of the rain-soaked backyard. Kayla had just turned 13 two weeks ago and, if I wasn’t mistaken, I heard her tell Mom that she’d started having her monthly bleeding cycles. This girl’s body was filling out a little and I’d betcha she even had some boobs. Missy, on the other hand, was a short, gangly, skinny-legged girl of 11 years in age. If this girl had any feminine shape to her body then it sure wasn’t presenting any evidence to my eyes.
The rain-drenched girls ran into the barn and shook their hair like a dog would shiver his body to rid it of water. “We should have put on our raincoats, Kayla,” Missy said. “Just look, I can see your bra pushing against your wet tank top! Can you see it too, Jackie?”
“At least I have on a bra and I have something to go into it!” Kayla retorted. “Missy, your top is sopping-wet too and I can see the prints of your itty-bitty nipples and the small shapes of your little-bitty titties! Can’t you see the pitiful boobies too, Jackie?”
Well hell, I’d never paid much attention to the curvy shapes of these two trouble-making brats before. They were girls, but since they were my sisters, I didn’t ever look at them as any kind of female beings. I was looking now.
Yeah, I was seeing some titties alright. Kayla’s wet top was plastered to her skin allowing the rounded mounds of two bra-covered boobs to jut out. I realized that those teen ‘girls’ on her chest were more ‘developed’ than I could have imagined. On the other hand, Missy’s braless chest did indeed have smaller protrusions projecting out. Yet, the preteen ‘bumps’ were nowhere near as pitifully ‘little-bitty’ as her sister had described them. Why, her ‘girls’ had the undeniable roundness of quickly-maturing boobs.
My eyes strayed to the places between my sister’s legs. Rain-wet summer shorts allowed mounded bulges to take on erotically exciting shapes. My hard, horny erection began swelling into a throbbing bulge of its own.
“Yes girlies,” I finally answered. “I see the shapes sticking out of your wet tops. Now, why don’t you two bratty bedevilers run on back to the house and play? I’ve got better things to do than to stand here listening to you two debating the merits of your boobs!”
Kayla heatedly responded, “Jackie, you don’t own this barn! Why can’t we stay out here a while? Besides, we are going ‘stir-crazy’ in the house. Mom and Dad have gone visiting and they won’t be back for hours. All of this rain is making us so bored we’re going to start killing each other if we don’t find something ‘different’ to do!”
“Yeah Jackie, we want to stay,” Missy added. “In the house, we are ‘bored out of our gourd’! We’ll promise won’t get in your way. As a matter of fact, we’ll let you be the ‘boss’ and we’ll be your helpers! Just tell what it is you’re planning to do next, and we’ll be your assistants. Right, Kayla?”
While Kayla’s head was nodding in a gesture of unanimous agreement, I was cursing under my breath. These damn girls were interrupting my plans for an enthusiastic ‘jack-off’ session!
Before I could get further angered, Kayla insisted, “Jackie, you’re the boss. Tell us what your plans are and we’ll eagerly help you!”
“Damnit girls, I was planning on ‘jacking-off’!” I unintentionally answered. Although I was slightly embarrassed, I went ahead and teasingly added, “Unless you’re planning on helping me with this, then I don’t need you for anything else!”
Immediately, two pairs of eyes opened in surprised shock. The girls pulled away a few feet and began a hurried, whispered conversation. Missy’s head bowed slightly and she shyly asked, “This has something to do with ‘sex’, doesn’t it, Jackie?”
When my head nodded in an affirmative manner, both girls faced me. As the oldest, Kayla took over as spokesman, “Okay, we’ll do it. Maybe it won’t be as boring as some of the things we’ve been doing in the house. We will have to be told what to do. You’re the boss, so ‘boss’ what do we do?”
I hadn’t expected this reaction from my little sisters. I didn’t think they’d take me seriously when I said I needed help jerking-off. But, they sure did offer to help quickly, so maybe I can take advantage of their boredom and have a little fun in the process.
“Missy, kneel down and pull my shoes and socks off” I said. “Kayla, your job is to unbutton and unzip my pants. Then you two have to work together and get my jeans and underwear off.”
After a few seconds of hesitant uncertainty, the girls bashfully followed the commands of their ‘boss’. My clothing came off slowly. As the rain pitter-pattered on the old barn’s tin roof, I began instructing my sisters into the fine arts and mechanics of ‘jacking-off’ a brother.
Kayla’s teenaged hand closed over my swollen cockshaft. She pumped slowly just as she’d been told. Her other hand was following its instructions and was playing with my ass.
Still on her knees, preteen Missy was following her orders to milk and massage the ball sack hanging between my legs. She was tenderly squeezing the walnut-sized eggs enclosed within the testicle bag.
Boy-o-boy was I ever ‘high’ in sisterly handjob heaven! What these girls lacked in inexperienced naivety, they more than made up with in their eager, fumbling, awkward attempts to do their assigned tasks well.
Without being told to, Kayla’s pumping hand began increasing its rhythmic strokes. She felt racing blood distending the bluish cock-veins surrounding the erect rod in her hand. Heat and frictional fires smoldered all along the elongated length of the swollen cockshaft she played with.
Testicle fires smoldered, too. Missy’s hands were warming themselves over the heated bagful of burning coals. Her scorched fingers began juggling the ‘hot-rock’ balls.
Cock cream gurgled and boiled inside my ball-filled testicle cauldron. Without warning, my cockshaft summoned forth pressurized seminal fluids and forcibly expelled them through my compressed urethral opening.
An eruption of milky-white cum shot completely over Missy’s head. The surprised preteen girl didn’t know what to think. Reflexively, she raised her head to get a better view of this strange phenomenon.
Too late, she realized her mistake. With Kayla’s hand pumping furiously, my cockshaft discharged more shots of its long-imprisoned cum. A load of the escaping semen and sperm sprayed Missy’s face. When her reflexes told her to lower her head, her long dishwater-blond hair caught the remaining streams of cummy cock-shots.
I was so busy enjoying the best handjob orgasms my cock had ever felt that I paid little attention to the messy hair-soaking my little sister Missy was getting. Kayla’s cock-beating hand was catching some of the fast-spurting, cummy overspray.
When my cockshaft stopped spurting its white-lightening load, Kayla quickly jerked her hand off it and vigorously wiped her cum-wet fingers on her shorts. “Missy, oh my goodness girl!” she wailed. “Listen, you’ve got to get that ‘stuff’ out of your hair right now! Becky Sharp said her mother told her that ‘stuff’ will turn a girl’s skin yellow and will make her hair have green and red streaks in it! You’ve heard this too, haven’t you, Jackie?”
“Oh bullshit, Kayla!” I answered. “That’s just on ‘old-wives’ tale mothers tell their daughters so they won’t let a guy touch them with his cock! Why girls, I’ve spilt gallons of my ‘stuff’ on my hands and they haven’t ever been discolored! Don’t worry about it.”
Missy had jumped to her feet. Her slim fingers were touching her cum-drenched face and hair. “But Jackie!” she yelped. “I am worried! I want to wash my face and hair! Don’t you want to wash your hand, Kayla?”
When Kayla’s head nodded in a gesture of affirmation, I irritably said, “Okay girls, run to the house and get some soap and shampoo. We’ll all get washed off in the rain.”
“But Jackie,” Kayla said rebelliously. “Our clothes are just now getting dry from our run out here to the barn through the pouring rain. We’ll just get them wet again. Isn’t there some way to avoid this?”
The answer jumped into my head. “Girls, am I still the ‘boss’?” I asked. “Are you going to do what I tell you to do, no matter what it is?”
Two heads nodded up and down in a gesture which said “Yes.” I took a step towards Missy. As the youngest, she might put up less of an objection to what I was about to do. “Girls,” I explained. “If you don’t have any clothes ‘on’ then you can’t get any clothes wet!”
Grabbing the bottom of Missy’s tank top, I lifted it up over her braless chest and pulled it completely over her head. I tossed it onto a nearby bale of hay. Kneeling, I pulled her shorts and panties down to her shoeless ankles. Stripping them from her, I threw them on the hay bale, too.
My 15-year-old eyes made a quick visual inspection of my 11-year-old sister’s naked body. A cherubic, slime-covered face glowed in the muted light of a cloudy day. Two mounds of underdeveloped breasts adorned a petite chest. Those little boobs were no bigger than a June apple cut in half and laid out for inspection. Yet, the tips of those small-nippled tits jutted out proudly. Between slim legs, a split mound of tempting pussy puffed feminine flesh protruded out.
I had made no conscious plan in my mind to touch my little sister’s body, yet when my eyes stopped their inspection, I realized that my hands were playing with the two tantalizing tits I’d been admiring. My squeezing fingers felt the tittie flesh swell and become firm. Preteen nipples stiffened as my thumbs massaged their delicate daintiness.
Without my premeditated permission, my mouth closed over first one nipple-topped mound and then the other. Saliva freely ran and my moisturized lips sucked on every inch of enticing young female breast flesh. The pouring rain outside the barn was no match for the rain of kissed I placed upon these not-yet nubile little-sis titties.
Quivering knees caused Missy to lose her balance. Luckily, she fell back on the bale of hay upon which her clothes laid. Taking advantage of outstretched legs, my fingers delved between them and captured the cracked little mound of girlie-girl flesh. My hands and fingertips gloried in their ‘first ever’ touch of real-life, real-girl pussy! My flaccid cock, which had so recently been ‘jerked-off’, was now making an attempt to stand at attention again.
Jealousy compelled my head to push my fingers to the side. My mouth lowered between the opened legs and poured out a bucketful of slippery wet kisses. The kissing lips explored the entire expanse of the swollen little female mound. This prepubescent pussy had not yet reached pubic maturity therefore it had not one hair covering the beauty of its feminine magnificence.
Allowing my fingers to assist me, they spread the crack of Missy’s swollen femininity. My eyes were staggered by the erotic allure of the petite protrusion they found sticking up straight and erect. I’d heard of ‘clits’, but glory day, I’d never seen one until now! Why, this girl’s clitoral erection was a spectacularly bedazzling jewel more precious than any bejeweled manmade treasure!
My lips begged to touch, so touch they did. Furious clit kisses were followed by a long series of mouthwatering sucking. My flicking, licking tongue hungrily devoured this delicious suckling fruit. Missy’s chest was heaving and deep sighs escaped from her mouth.
My licking, wandering tongue accidentally discovered a pair of delicate inner pussy lips. Spreading the silky soft butterfly wings, my stiffened tongue-cock slipped into a welcoming hole.
Without the moisturizing benefit of full-on puberty, this hole was relatively dry. What feminine wetness there was coated my tongue and ‘slicked it up’ in readiness for penile penetration.
Penile penetration…? Suddenly, my virgin-boy mind realized that my tongue was playing inside one of those mysterious glory holes made by nature as an orgasmic playground where cocks go to have fun!
My young cock had never had the thrill of entering one of those mysterious feminine holes, but it was ready to do so now. My shrunken erection was now fully awakened and begging to be placed inside the tight, hot opening.
As my deep-probing tongue continued to ravage my little sister’s female play-hole, I reached for my teen manhood with the intention of sticking it into the young pussy hole where it belonged.
“Ouch Jackie, that hurts!” Missy exclaimed. “Your tongue is going too deep and you are pressing it against my hymen too hard! Be easier, but please don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop sucking my baby sister’s pussy, but I did change my mind about sticking my cock into it. Hell, what was I thinking! I can’t fuck a little girl and I can’t fuck my sister! But damn, I reckon I can suck this child’s girlie girl treat for as long as she’ll let me!
With energized enthusiasm, I concentrated all my efforts on sucking and eating to my heart’s content. I felt Missy’s fingers entwining themselves in my hair. She was pulling my head tightly against her. Her hips bucked up to meet my kissing, licking mouth and tongue.
Missy sucked in her breath. Her pussy muscles contracted and squeezed my tongue-cock licking inside. Her body spasmed and her breaths were expelled in a series of throat-constricting moans and sighs.
I knew my little sister was cumming now. Red-polished fingernails were digging into my scalp so deeply I knew I’d have a sore head tomorrow.
Louder moans signaled the birth of multiple orgasms racing throughout her young feminine body. Slim legs encircled my back and sharp toenails were scraping furrows into my flesh.
Ever so slowly, Missy’s breathing began returning to normal. Her jerking hips slowed their energetic fury. Fingernails and toenails ceased their scratching assault.
Taking my saliva-coated lips away from the sweetest pussy I’d ever sucked, I trailed wet kisses up Missy’s belly. Finding her small tits, I kiss-played with them for a few quick minutes.
Missy sat up on the hay bale, slipped her hands around my neck, and pressed her naked body against mine. “Jackie?” she whispered so softly I hardly heard her. “Will you kiss me?”
Kiss my sister! Why, who ever heard the like! Brothers don’t kiss sisters! No they don’t, they most certainly don’t. But, this brother did!
I’d never learned a whole hell of a lot about kissing and I’d bet my little sister didn’t know anymore than I did. But, allowing forbidden instinct to be our guide, Missy and I started kissing. Tongue-licked lips collided in a sweet passion of moisturized lust and love.
Quick kisses ended too soon. Missy and I pulled away from each other. Suddenly, this youngest girl sister of mine reached out and wrapped her preteen fingers around my swollen erection. “Jackie?” she shyly asked. “Next time, can I be the one to pump on this?”
Taking consent for granted, Missy went ahead and pumped my cock a few times. Her short, skinny fingers felt unbelievably good, but my mind was already concentrating on something else. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kayla standing by. This sister of mine had her hand inside her panties and she was intently watching the rainy-day sex show.
It came to my mind that this teenaged sister of mine probably knew quite a bit more than I did about pussies. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say this girl had most likely experienced more than a few self-administered pussy orgasms.
“Hey Kayla,” I said. “Before you girls head out into the rain to get the soap and shampoo, how about I finish that pussy-playing job for you? Remember girl, I’m the ‘boss’.”
Walking on timid, shaking legs, Kayla slowly approached me. Scooting off of the hay bale, Missy made room for her sister to sit down in her place. “Hey ‘boss’, the younger girl said. “How about I help you? I’ll pull Kayla’s top and bra off while you get her shorts and panties off. Okay?”
Watching in stunned amazement from my kneeling vantage point, I saw my teen sister reluctantly sit and allow the younger girl to pull her top off. Following Missy’s helpful suggestion, I was removing all the clothing below Kayla’s waist.
A bra hook was unsnapped and the flimsy boob-filled garment was pulled off. A teenaged girl now sat before me stripped bare of every stitch of clothing. My rambling eyes tried to see everything at once but there were just so many beautiful feminine sights I couldn’t decide upon any particular spot to rest my eyes.
As if reading my mind, Missy reached her arms around her naked sister from behind. She cupped two protruding chest-mounds and held them up for inspection. “Boss,” the helpful child said. “Aren’t these a couple of the most beautiful tits you’ve ever seen? Kayla says my boobs will get bigger and prettier like hers when I get to be her age. Do you want to kiss and suck on these babies like you did with my little ones?”
‘Babies’… Is this what Missy called her sister’s feminine mounds? Hell, there wasn’t a thing ‘babyish’ about this teen girl’s breasts! Good god, what a difference two years makes in the development of a female’s body!
My mind’s eye had told me that Missy’s little preteen tits were shaped like a June apple cut in half. Now I was seeing a pair of maturing breasts which might best be described as having the shape of fully-ripened Red Delicious apples hanging heavy on a tree.
Kayla’s ‘apples’ seemed like they were ready to be picked, so pick them I did. My mouth clamped onto pouting, nubile nipples and tasted of their delicious apple-cidery nectar. My hands pushed Missy’s aside and playfully juggled the fascinating fruit.
My fruit-hungry mouth ravenous bobbed all around the apple-firm tits. My lips and tongue worked together to gather in the plentiful harvest of sweet ripe nectarines.
As nipples swelled inside my lips and tittie-flesh reddened from my mouth and hands manual mauling, I felt a tingling sensation tickling my cock. Taking a break to look down, I saw a curly bush of blond pubic hair brushing against my bulging erection.
Pushing Kayla back flat on the hay bale, I allowed my saliva-coated lips to work their way down her belly. They kissed and played with her bellybutton for a few seconds and then continued on with their quest to discover the source of the tantalizing cock-tickling.
My hands discovered the luxuriantly soft bush of curly-thin hairs first. My fingers combed the pubescent patch. They pulled and tickled the erotically stimulating growth of awakened female maturity.
My watering mouth closed over a stiffly-erect female protrusion. Little Missy’s small clit had been my first and I thought nothing could be finer or better, but it seems I was mistaken. Kayla’s teenaged clit was several times bigger and fleshier. This girl’s clitoral erection was juicy-sweet, sticky-wet, and moistly warm.
The tip of my tongue was trying its best to gain entry into this clit’s pee hole, but it was having limited success. Instead of giving up in frustration, my tongue set off on a journey of ‘big girl’ clitoral and pussy exploration.
My flicking, licking tongue traced the outline of Kayla’s clit. Up and down and around and around it went. The warm, wet flesh quivered with excited anticipation. From somewhere in the distance, I heard contented moans and sighs.
My mouth, lips, and tongue kissed and claimed possession of every exposed inch of my sister’s swollen pussy mound. Puffed outer pussy lips and curled pubic hair now belonged to me.
Spreading Kayla’ outer pussy lips wide, I sought out the little hole I’d discovered in my younger sister’s pussy. My wandering eyes found a set of inner pussy lips which were considerably bigger and wetter than Missy’s had been. As my tongue spread the delicate pussy wings open and disappeared inside, I found a hole that could not be called ‘little’ at all.
Pubic maturity had visited this girl’s body and made it take on the shapes and forms of a young woman. My stiffened tongue was discovering what puberty could do to a girl’s vaginal cavity. Smoldering-hot, wet feminine juices coated the tickling intruder with an abundance of moisture.
My slippery tongue explored and played inside this hot, wet hole. A flood of female fluids seemed to be trying to drown the uninvited trespasser. Kayla’s hips were squirming and her sexually-aroused sighs were becoming louder.
I cupped my tongue-cock to make it stiffer in order to penetrate deeper into the hidden recesses of this sweltering abyss of uncharted feminine territory. Sooner than expected, I came upon an obstruction my tongue could not penetrate. Just like Missy’s, Kayla’s pussy had a virginal hymen to protect the purity of the sacred inner sanctum.
And, just like Missy did, Kayla was protesting because of the discomforting pain my probing tongue was causing. She was deliriously happy to be having her pussy sucked, but she was fearful of the uncomfortable consequences.
“Goddamn hymens be dammed!” I shouted aloud. “Why do you girls have to limit my play with your damn virginal barriers? I think it’s about damn time somebody did something about this situation and I believe I’m just the fella to do it!”
Without seeking permission for my plan or even inviting discussion, I went ahead and allowed masculine instinct to guide my decisions. Grabbing my swollen erection with one hand, I spread Kayla’s pussy mound with the fingers of the other. I guided my cockhead in through the delicate inner pussy wings and allowed the head to penetrate until it settled against the tender hymen.
I waited. Just as I hoped, Kayla’s vaginal hole began releasing a torrent of penile lubricant. My cockhead bathed in a pool of hot, sticky-wet moisture. The head of my swollen cockshaft twisted, wiggled, and swam in a warm, humid spa filled with exotic dampness.
My cockshaft stopped swimming and began moving in a rhythmic in and out motion. Moving a faction of an inch at a time, I felt my orgasmic fires burning. My testicle sack was boiling again. Replenished seminal juices bubbled excitedly and impatiently awaited their chance for release.
With all my power I was holding my juices in while waiting for Kayla’s own orgasmic fire to be lit. I’d heard tell that a girl’s body took a lot longer to get ‘warmed up’ for orgasms than a guy’s did.
When I felt legs encircling my ass and toe-nailed feet digging into my flesh, I began thinking that Kayla’s teen pussy might be ‘warming up’ quickly. My suspicions were confirmed when her hips began bucking up to meet my cockshaft’s in and out thrusts. Her legs constricted and pulled my ass tightly toward her. She began panting and moaning loudly.
Intentionally or not, Kayla’s legs jerked me against her so forcibly my super-slippery cockhead plunged through her tender virginal membrane. My entire lubricated cockshaft followed and tore her sensitive vaginal hymen to shreds.
The girl’s shriek of pain echoed throughout the cavernous barn. The sound of pouring rain on a rusty tin roof couldn’t mute the piercing yell.
Fear gripped my mind. I was not fearful of the fact that I had hurt her, no, I was afraid the pain might make her want to stop. Yet, I quickly found out that this teenaged sister of mine had no intention of stopping.
‘Warmed up’ hell! Why Kayla’s feminine body was ‘firecracker hot’ and ready to explode! Each time I pulled my cock out a few inches her legs jerked me and plunged my elongated erection right back in.
For the first time in my life I was fucking a girl! And, to my delightful surprise, that girl was doing a damn-fine job of fucking me! We two inexperienced virgins settled into an awkward copulation rhythm which was sometimes slow and sometimes fast.
My 15-year-old cock had found a heavenly home right here on earth inside my sister’s 13-year-old pussy. Silky, soft vaginal flesh caressed my hardened erection. After its painful sexual initiation, the sticky-slick pussy was joyfully accepting its role as a vessel designed by Mother Nature to house and shelter a guy’s erect manhood.
On the other hand, judging by the pleasurable squeals and moans Kayla mouth was emitting, it came to my mind that my sister might be thinking Mother Nature had designed a cock with the sole purpose of being a tool used for boring into vaginal caverns and giving them blissful delight. Why, I do believe this girl was having as much of this fucking fun as I was!
My cock was moving in and out in a series of jackrabbit quick thrusts when I felt a wetness I’d never felt before. It felt to me like Kayla’s pussy was spraying my pubic loins with a misty wetness. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear my sister’s pussy was squirting me with some kind of girlie girl cum.
Kayla’s squealing moans were furious now and she was jerking against me fast and hard. Suddenly, I knew she was cumming with my cock buried deep inside her pussy. She wasn’t speaking, at least I heard no intelligible words, but I knew orgasms had a hold on this girl’s feminine body and mind.
I knew my sister was having a good time. I knew because I was having a good time, too. Violent orgasms claimed my mind and took possession of my senses. My cumming cock was again spewing streams of sticky slick cum.
Kayla’s tight little hole didn’t have enough room to hold a big chunk of cock meat and all the liquefied male milk, too. Squishy squashy cum spurted out with each inward thrust. Milky wetness covered our loins.
Hot cream spurred my sister’s pussy to spasm again as another round of orgasms wracked her body. She wiggled and squirmed. She bucked and jumped. Her carnivorous cunt muscles were chewing my swollen cockshaft.
Every ounce of my semen and sperm was deposited inside a cozy, warm, wet vaginal vault. My cock wanted to be locked in there, too. I would have been perfectly contented to have stayed inside the welcoming womb all day and all night, but a cooler head prevailed. “Jackie,” Missy whispered. “You have to stop now. You’re going to wear our sister out. Did it feel really good, Kayla? That’s why you were screaming, isn’t it?”
“Yes baby Sis,” Kayla answered. “It feels like the most wonderful thing in the world! I love it, I love it, I do! Just wait little virgin girl, you’ll find out when Jackie fucks you!”
Spreading the lips of her preteen pussy with her fingers, Missy stared at me with hopeful anticipation and asked, “Are really going to ‘fuck’ my little pussy with your big penis, Jackie?”
“Well now girl,” I teasingly answered. “I’m not going to right now because I don’t believe my poor old cock can ‘stand up’ to the occasion for a while. Perhaps later you and I can come to some kind of mutual agreement for a time and a place to do it.”
Unlike her younger sister, Kayla didn’t ask me to kiss her, but I kissed her anyway. She eagerly kissed me back. In a husky, pussy-whipped voice I spoke in her ear, “Thank you Sis for letting me fuck your pussy. Oh Honey, I’ll remember and love you for this for always and forever!”
Jumping up from the barn floor, I grabbed a hand of each of my sisters. Together we ran naked out into the pouring summertime rain. Forgetting about time, we frolicked and played merry goosey-goosey fondling games. My hands were especially busy trying to capture and play with four tantalizing tits and two proudly puffed pussies. The girl’s hands were playing grabby-grabby cock-catching contests.
Forgetting all about soap and shampoo, we three stood under a broken barn downspout and allowed a refreshing shower of nature’s splashing water to wash the messy sex fluids from our bodies. Missy’s head of cum-soaked hair came clean. Kayla’s pubic hair and mine were cleansed of the cummy cream and the virgin blood stains.
Massaging feminine hands and drizzling rainwater was helping my erection to come back to life. Of course the biggest cock-stimulus was the sight of all those titties, pussies, and pretty asses running around before my eyes. Racing blood was running through my distended cock veins and I was swelling to a rock-hard stiffness again.
“Hey Jackie, guess what?” Missy excitedly asked. “That fella of yours looks hard again to me. You said you could fuck me when you could get it to ‘stand up’ again. Do you want to do it now? Can you make me feel the good feelings you made Kayla feel?”
Without waiting for an answer my youngest sister skipped over to a backyard picnic table and plopped her pretty little ass up on it with her legs dangling over the edge. She lay back flat and spread the crack of her pussy open.
I don’t believe I’d really had any serious intentions of actually fucking my little 11-year-old sister. Yet, the sexually curious girl seemed determined to get her brother’s 15-year-old cock inside her pussy. Oh well, if she wanted it, then I guess I could give it to her.
The rain was sprinkling softly now. I approached the naked preteen girl’s rainwater-soaked body. I believed we both had already had enough frisky frolicking foreplay. Guiding the head of my erection, I allowed it to tenderly touch her vaginal opening.
Oh shit, she wasn’t wet enough! I’d forgotten about the fact that her prepubescent vaginal hole didn’t have the same lubricating moisture as her teenaged sister’s did. Why, I would hurt her badly with my stiffened cock if I couldn’t figure out some way to ‘slick up’ her pussy!
Inspiration came suddenly. Kayla had moved closer so she could witness her younger sister’s deflowering. Reaching out, I stuck a couple of fingers up inside the teen hole I’d recently fucked. Just as I’d hoped, I found an abundance of vaginal moisture. I even found a pool of cum which had not yet dripped out.
“Kayla, Sweetheart,” I said. “How about you give me some help? Let’s get some of the wetness out of your pussy and put it into your sister’s. Let’s ‘lubricate’ her good before I fuck her.
Working as a sibling team, Kayla and I scooped out fingers-full of slippery slick pussy and cock goo and transferred it into our sister’s smaller, tighter opening. Our fingering and probing was stimulating Missy’s natural carnal desires. The hot-blooded little girl was cooing with lusty, excited cock-penetration anticipation. She was ‘ready’ and I was, too.
For additional lubrication, I pulled Kayla against me and rammed my cockshaft up into her teen pussy. Vaginal moisture coated my erection with a thick layer of feminine pussy hole goo.
Withdrawing from Kayla, I turned to the younger girl and again guided my cock to her pussy. This time my erection slipped in easily. I hit the hymen barrier I hated. I wanted it busted and I wanted it busted now! But, my conscience picked this moment to have a pang of guilt, so I hesitated. Perhaps I shouldn’t do it.
“Oh no you don’t, Jackie!” Kayla blurted. “You busted my virginal cherry so you’re going to bust Missy’s cherry, too! I’ll help you!”
Stepping behind me, Kayla placed two hands on my ass and shoved hard. My lubricated cockshaft plunged into Missy’s pussy. As the hated hymen burst, the girl on the picnic table screamed.
Guilty conscience be dammed, my sister wanted to be fucked, so fuck her I would! Besides, I gone to far to stop now. So, paying little attention to painful screams, I thrust in and out repeatedly.
Slow then quick, slow then quick my penetrating erection did pump. Painful squeals tapered off and soon were replaced by quiet, contented sighs. Mimicking her sister’s previous actions in the barn, Missy’s legs encircled my body.
As I continued my rhythmic rutting tempo, I felt my little sister’s sharp toenails digging into my flesh again. Damnit, if I live through this day, I’m giving that girl’s nails a clipping!
My swollen cock was filling Missy’s tight pussy hole with absolutely no room to spare. If not for the elasticity of vaginal flesh I guess my rigid rod would have torn the little girl apart.
Missy started cumming sooner than I thought she would. I guess the sexual excitement of this day was stimulating her female loins to the point of demanding orgasmic release. Her grasping legs pulled me as deep into her pussy as possible. Jumping, bucking hips wiggled and squirmed as orgasms ran rampant through her young body.
After one sisterly handjob and one sisterly fuckjob, I was the one needing time to be ‘warmed up’. But, my cock was warming up quickly inside Missy’s small, tight pussy. The fact that Kayla was milking my balls was another great stimulus. She had guided a few of my fingering fingers back into her wet hole and she was riding them like they were a fleshy dildo with freshly-charged batteries.
Missy was squealing with delight. She was cumming again. Kayla was quietly cumming in my hand. Despite losing my seminal load a couple of times this day, my resilient virile teenager’s cock began spilling out orgasmic fire once again. I was cumming, too!
What a fine trio of orgasming ‘former virgins’ we three were. Oh god, I had myself a pair of lusty, willing sisters right here at home to play with and enjoy! It looks like I can put away the gunnysack I was saving and I could forget about the cow-faced girl down the road I was going to use it on.
As quickly as they had come, the fires of our orgasms peaked and then flamed out. The girls and I showered under the barn downspout one more time. Leaving our clothes behind, we ran naked through the rain to the house. We dried each other off with big bath towels.
Taking a nude sister by each hand, I led them to my bedroom. We all climbed under the covers of my bed and cuddled tightly together. Subconsciously, we all realized a new chapter of lust and love had been opened in our lives.
As these sexy sisters of mine snuggled against me, I fondled their pussies and teasingly asked, “Hey girls, are you still ‘bored’?”
Giggling kisses and cock-caressing hands answered me. A soft feminine voice spoke in each of my ears, “No ‘boss’, we’re not! Why, we’re not bored at all!”