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Tales of the Pandemic 3: Travis and His Sisters -by Alvo Torelli, May, 2020 (mg, mgg, MF, con) After four weeks of isolation in an apartment that was too small for a family of five in the best of times, tensions were running high. "Listen to me, Travis," Father said sternly as he passed the mashed potatoes to Britney. "You have to cut the crap and be a part of the family." "Henry! Language," hissed Mother. She helped Britney to a spoonful of potatoes, then served Tiffany on her right before taking some for herself. "Sorry. It's just... Damn it, Travis, none of us like this, none of us asked for this horrible pandemic. But you have to help out around here. You can't just spend all your time on your phone and computer talking to your friends. We're all trapped here in the house together and starting tomorrow you're going to do your part, or I'm taking your phone away. Computer too." "Dad! You can't do that, it's not fair!" "Oh honey, isn't that a little..." "No, that's final. Starting tomorrow - from nine until five you will take care of your sisters. How the he... heck are your mom and I supposed to get our work done from home when we're interrupted every ten to fifteen minutes by a ten or a twelve-year-old? It's bad enough that we have to share the same office, which isn't even an office I would point out! We're making sacrifices too - and so will you." "Dad! That's ridiculous. I'm seventeen! You can't make me babysit a couple of stupid preteens!" "Don't call your sisters stupid!" "I didn't mean they were..." "Just shut up. Stop talking back. You'll take care of your sisters, or else. That's final." "But dad!" "No buts! I mean it. Just eat your dinner and thank your mom for making it. All of you!" The rest of dinner, which honestly wasn't that great to begin with - 'cause who actually wanted to cook after a long day of zoom meetings - was silent. Even bubbly Tiffany wouldn't look up from her plate of potatoes, cauliflower and pork chop. They might as well have gotten Kentucky Fried. Again. "It's ridiculous!" Travis complained to his friends Chad and Kolby over zoom. The teens had started to prefer impromptu zoom chats over group texting. It was weird - but they really did miss the face to face of school and hanging out. "So, like what is it you're supposed to do, man," Chad said without all that much interest. He was mostly over Travis's whining and was playing Banshee Soldiers on another screen anyway. "I don't know. I guess they've got like an hour of zoom-school and then they're supposed to do some schoolwork on their own, which they never seem to be able to do without bugging mom and dad, 'cause their such babies." "Babes, you mean," Kolby chimed in. "Hey fuck, man, you just shot my Shade!" he yelled at Chad. "Sorry, dude, you gotta be quicker!" Chad laughed, then added, "but yeah, Trav, Kolby's right." "The fuck are you talking about?" Travis returned. He stopped scrolling web sites on his phone. He sucked at Banshees. "Your sister, Britney, she's a babe!" "She's twelve, you perv!" "Twelve, shmelve," Kolby rejoined. "She's got that long, thick, wavy platinum blonde thing going on - and a cute face - and she's got some curves, you know, like, I don't know - she's got a nice ass." "Hell yeah," Chad chimed in. "Take that you mother fucking sack of troll shit!" he yelled at the game. "Nice!" Kolby said. "Guys, guys, the fuck. Pause the fucking game!" Travis yelled. "Jeez, that's better. Are you seriously saying you think Britney's sexy?" "They're both sexy, asswipe," Kolby said. "Hell yeah," Chad repeated. "What? Tiffany's barely ten, that's disgusting, that's... I mean... what the fuck are you saying?" "Jeez, dude, it's not that complex." Kolby started. "Just imagine what Britney's gonna look like in three years, when she's filled out a little, you know. Imagine her walking down the halls of Jefferson, with all that hair, and some hot clothes - fuck man, she already wears hot clothes - don't tell me you hadn't noticed. "Yeah, hot," Chad added. "And if you're having trouble imagining what she's gonna be like, just think about that MILF of a mother you've got. Damn, I'd tap that." "The fuck!" Travis exploded. "Leave my mother out of this!" That one had hit too close to home. But now that the idea was in his head - Jesus - Britney, with her soft, smooth features and her amazing hair, but with his mom's pert, big... No, fuck, don't think like that! "The fuck nothing," Chad shot back. "Face it, Britney's hot - even if she's only twelve. She has that smart, shy, quiet thing going that comes across as kind of smoldering. Her personality and looks together are totally killer, dude.” “Damn straight,” Kolby added. “And little Tiffany is like a little clone of Brit - but she’s got her own high energy, excited, sweet thing happening- so she's hot too. It's just a fact, dude." "That's ridiculous. You're just trying to mess with me. Or maybe you're both so horny after four weeks without seeing a real girl that you're ready to think your grandmas are sexy!" "You keep tellin' yourself that, lover boy. I'll keep thinkin' about Britney's pretty freckles and big blue eyes. And those lashes, damn!" Kolby said. "Hell yeah!" Chad added, “and that ass!” The conversation drifted away from the hotness of Travis's preteen sisters - but the damage was done. Like an ear worm you just can't shake, the notion of his sisters as sexy girls just wouldn't leave his brain. Travis’s comeback about his friends being horny was also uncomfortably close to home. Suddenly it clicked in his head - his girlfriend of five months, a sophomore named Bethany who he was pretty sure would have let him into her knickers by now if it wasn’t for the stupid, fucking, god damned state-wide pandemic lockdown - had thick wavy blonde hair and freckles and a shy personality and... and... fuck! He was trying to date his sister! And none of this helped with how horny he was! The brain worm was still there the next morning. All through the breakfast that mom insisted they have together, as family time, every morning, rain or shine, no matter what... Travis couldn't help seeing his two sisters in a whole new light. Brit really did have amazing eyelashes! And Tiff's were just as pretty. Two pairs of the biggest bluest eyes. And all that wavy platinum blonde hair! When Brit got up to get more orange juice, Travis couldn't tear his own blues away from the way her tights fit. And when did she start wandering around the house in nothing but a sports bra over her nearly-not-there little tits. All that smooth, exposed skin! Her legs were thin, but... and god, her ass! Stop the fuck looking at your sister's ass, asshole! But he knew there was no way to get these new thoughts and visions out of his brain. Mom and Dad disappeared into their bedroom/double-office at precisely nine A.M. One last warning from dad left no doubt this was Travis’s one and only chance. Ten-year-old Tiffany couldn't imagine Travis lasting two hours without his phone or computer. She felt bad for him, but she was excited to get to spend more time with her brother, like they used to do, before he got so interested in girls. Dutifully, under Travis's eye, Tiffany helped Britney clear the dishes before they both had zoom-school. She watched the way he kept looking at Britney's half-dressed outfit. He'd never looked at her like that before. Why? Why did it make her feel angry? Did she want him to look at her like that? She finished as fast she could so she could run and put on tights and her Little Pony sparkly crop-top instead of her long flannel nightgown. Zoom-school sucked. Tiffany was so bored! Plus she kept turning around to peek at whether or not Travis was staring at Britney, who was sprawled out on her bed with headphones on and her tablet propped in front of her. At least she'd put on a top, the little hussy. But why did she have to stick her butt up in the air and spread her legs like that? Ohh! Travis wouldn't stop looking at her! She missed a question Mrs. Venner asked her and got in trouble. Stupid Britney! Tiffany repositioned her tablet so her camera showed Travis and Britney without her having to turn around. She didn't really care that everyone else would be able to see them too. But when Britney tossed her amazing blonde mane over her shoulder and looked back at Travis with a pouty smile, then batted her eyes as she asked him something, there were a half dozen twitters from her classmates and another admonition from the teacher to concentrate on the lesson. Tiffany quickly moved again, so that she was the only one who had to witness the way Travis put his arm over Britney's lithe form as he sat on her bed and tried to help her with her tablet. Did he notice the way Britney slyly brushed against his side? Tiffany certainly did! Tiffany randomly pushed buttons on her tablet until zoom-school turned into a video game, then called out, "Travis, I need help! My whole school is gone. Stupid tablet." She gave her best imitation of Britney's little pout and batted her eyelashes for all she was worth. The brain worm must be making Travis imagine things. Okay, he wasn't imagining how hot Britney's ass was, nor how gorgeous Tiffany's long lashes were. But he had to be imagining that Britney was flirting for his attention, first lying like that on her bed, with her ass curved upward just so, then asking for his help and making sure her bare midriff was touching his arm. And he had to be imagining that Tiffany was jealous. But neither of them ever had trouble with their tablets! Fucking Kolby and Chad, they'd really fucked with his brain. His sisters were just little girls. They weren't interested in things like that. But god, the more he looked at them, the more he saw just how beautiful and sensual they both were. And it wasn't just his brain noticing. He was having trouble in his pants. God, he was disgusting. But... How had he gotten all tangled up with Tiffany in the course of getting her zoom-school back up? God, she even smelled good. So did Britney. Fucking hard-on. This was going to be so much harder than he'd thought. It wasn't even ten-thirty and he was supposed to take care of them until five! Travis settled back into the chair behind Britney and immediately let his eyes wander over her hot little ass. God, it would be so nice to slide in between those smooth legs and... He realized she could see him staring at her in the zoom camera. He saw her eyes flare as their eyes locked and she bit her lip. She blushed and an instant later slammed her tablet down on the bed so her classmates and teacher wouldn't see. Travis felt himself blush too. He stumbled to his feet and mumbled something about getting a snack and fled his sisters' room. He never saw the look of burning anger Tiffany directed Bethany's way. Zoom-school was over, finally. But Britney felt like she had hours and hours of homework. It wasn't fair! As far as she was concerned it was all just busy work. And whose idea was it to expect a bunch of city-bound, apartment-isolated sixth graders to read a book about a boy who escapes the city to have adventures in the Catskills? Reading My Side of the Mountain was like torture! Besides, she couldn't concentrate on school stuff - all she could think about was the way Travis kept looking at her and blushing. It was weird to think of her brother as cute - but he was the only boy around. It was so unfair. Just when she'd started liking Ben and Jimmy and, well Samson was pretty cute and... Oh face it - boys were suddenly the most fascinating things in the world! And she was stuck inside with nothing to do but read a torture novel or do math or geography worksheets. Agghhhhh! But gosh, Travis really was kind of... no, you can't think that way about... but... He WAS cute. She was so confused. Travis poked his head into the room and called them for lunch. Tiffany popped up from her bed and took off at once, in her stupid, sparkly outfit. God, who did she think she was fooling? Britney couldn't be interesting in ANYTHING without her dumb little sister wanting to be a part of it. She'd show Tiffany! Gosh, what could she change into that would keep Travis's attention? Oh - of course - she should try to look older, more like his girlfriend Bethany. She HATED Bethany, but if that's what Travis liked... Britney stripped off the top she'd put on for school, then paused and bit her lip with uncertainty before she stripped off her sports bra. She shimmied out of her tights as fast as possible. In the closet she shared with her stupid sister, who refused to ever hang anything up, she pulled out the dress she'd been so excited to get just a few weeks ago. It was for her sixth grade graduation dance - which was now never going to happen. She needed to hurry! She pulled the slinky knit fabric over her head and wriggled it down her body, yanking it into position and smoothing it down quickly. The bright red tube dress clung to her slender body like a stretchy glove. Britney's little ass, which truly was perfectly formed, was accentuated by the way the dress hugged around her curves, then stopped abruptly, just barely long enough to cover her panties. Even her annoyingly small breasts looked better under the tight fabric. She was running out of time, but she turned to look at herself in the closet mirror. No! She had terrible panty lines across her butt. No time! Desperate, she reached up under the tight dress, stripped off her panties and threw them in her closet. She stepped into shiny black pumps that gave her an extra inch in height and pulled a brush through her long wavy platinum hair as quickly as she could. Finally, she poked her head out the door to see Travis and Tiffany laughing about something in the kitchen. Her eyes flashed angrily, but she still dashed across to the hall bathroom, where she rummaged for some lip gloss. She wished she had some real lipstick, but she didn't dare try to sneak into her parent's bathroom. There! Let's see if he even knows Tiffany is in the room now. Travis choked on his coke as Britney came into the kitchen, spluttering badly. WTF! He was seeing double. It was like there were two completely different girls in front of him and his brain was reeling with trying to reconcile them. One of them was a little girl playing dress up, like she'd done so many times before - prancing around the small apartment in gauze and lace and strings of beads all pilfered from mom's closet. That first girl was cute and silly and she made him smile. The other girl was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen, in a come-fuck-me tight dress that didn't leave anything to the imagination. The second girl was mouth watering and arousing and she made him smile in a whole different way. The rational part of Travis's brain said he should accept the 'little girl dress up' version of his sister and just laugh off her inappropriate choice of clothes. The horny 'hadn't seen his girlfriend in weeks and fuck all if his sister wasn't way prettier anyway' part of his brain said he should forget she was his sister and find out what flavor lip gloss she was wearing. Somehow he managed to take a line down the middle without losing his mind. "Wow, ah, you look really nice, Britney. Was that, I mean, is that your dress for the dance?" "Uh, yeah," Britney said, batting her long lashes. "Do you like it?" Travis didn't get to answer, because Tiffany turned around, saw her sister's outrageous outfit and blew cheese pizza out of her mouth. She looked daggers at Britney and ran to their room, slamming the door. “Travis! Please, keep it down out there,” came an angry voice from the direction of his parent’s bedroom. "And bring us some lunch. We both have to work the lunch hour." "Uh, I better deal with mom and dad," Travis said in a nervous, apologetic tone without taking his eyes off the vision off his twelve-year-old sister. There's pizza on the counter if you want some. "Oh, I'm not hungry," Britney replied in a similar nervous and apologetic tone. "I, uh, I'll be back in a sec," Travis said to the disconcerting vision of his sister. Why was he suddenly so nervous and deferential? Normally he would just ignore her and do his thing! He quickly piled some pizza onto a couple of plates and hurried to take it to his parents as he pondered his own behavior. He hurried back to find Britney nibbling delicately on a tiny slice of pizza. "So, ah, yeah. I like your dress - a lot," Travis managed to say. "Too bad I'll never get to go dancing," Britney said, lowering her eyes. "Oh! Well, I could dance with you," Travis blurted out and immediately realized he sounded much too eager. But Britney's gorgeous, big blue eyes went wide. "Really? You'd do that?" "Ah, sure, yeah. I'd like that, Brit," Travis replied, and he knew he really would. "But, ah, we'd need some music - and we can't disturb mom and dad. So..." "We could go in your room," Britney said without looking up. Her voice nearly broke. Travis thought it might be the hottest thing he'd ever heard a girl say. Jesus! What am I doing? Travis yelled at himself silently. But his friends words kept going through his mind, and now here was Britney in this crazy hot dress. And... "Okay, ah, but I better check on Tiffany first," Travis said. Britney just bit her lip and finally looked up into her brother's eyes, batting her long eyelashes. Tiffany was still fuming. Britney always got all the attention! Especially Travis's attention. It wasn't fair! She turned to yell something awful at her sister when she heard the door open, but it was Travis, not Britney. "Hey, pipsqueak," Travis said. "I'm not a pipsqueak!" she hissed back. "Okay, okay. Sorry," Travis said as he sat on the edge of her bed. His brain was still reeling and he couldn't help notice that little Tiffany really was a clone of her sister. And she was always so up and so much fun - but then the vision of Britney in that dress jumped into his brain again. "So, ah, look. I really need to help Britney with a project - a big school project. So, ah, can you like look after yourself for awhile. Just work on your school stuff. I promise I'll help you with anything you need, just, ah, later." Tiffany new she was pouting, but she didn't care. It was so unfair! "Why can't she do it herself?" she tried. "Um, 'cause, it's a project that takes two people. I have to help her." "You promise you'll help me with my school stuff too?" "Of course, pips... I mean, ah, well, of course. But you have to promise too, that's the deal. We both promise." "Promise what?" "Promise that you won't under any circumstances go and bother mom or dad. In fact, you have to promise you won't leave your room at all. Got it?" Tiffany scowled. She did not like this one bit. But if it meant she got time with her brother - with NO Britney around to mess things up... well... "Okay. I promise. But you have to pinky swear!" The ten-year-old's little finger was dwarfed by her brother's as they did their pinky swear, but she loved the way he smiled. Father finished his lunch meeting and glanced at the clock. Looking over his shoulder he saw that Mother was just finishing her meeting as well. “Half a day with no interruptions!” he called across the room as he removed his headset. “And you said I was being too hard on him.” “It has been nice, dear. In fact, it’s been so nice that I’m nearly done for the day. I’ve only got about an hour of analysis left.” “Hey, me too. Should we maybe go out and check on things?” “Oh no, dear! Let’s not mess with success - although, well, I do think it’s maybe a little too quiet. It’s not very nice, but maybe we should check the nanny cam again and see what they’re up to. You did tell Travis about the nanny cam, right? I wouldn’t want to violate his privacy.” “Of course I didn’t tell him!” Father rejoined as he brought up the video feed from the nanny cam they’d installed in Britney and Tiffany’s room a couple of years earlier, when they were worried about some teenage babysitter they didn’t know well enough. Earlier in the morning it had given them piece of mind to see Travis dutifully helping his sisters with their zoom-school. It was amazing how much faster your work went when you weren’t interrupted every fifteen minutes and didn’t have to worry. “He’d never have stood for it. We had enough to fight about.” “Oh my,” Mother said. “Tif’s all alone, playing with her ponies. Where’s Travis, and Brit? Surely Tif’s not done with her schoolwork, or Brit.” “Hang on, let me poke my head out and see if they’re just getting a snack.” Father was back in twenty seconds. “No sign of them.” “Well, now I’m worried again!” “Hey, maybe...” Father said as he searched on his computer. “The damn thing must be a dozen years old, but maybe it still works... got it.” His screen filled with a surprisingly clear picture, a view of Travis’s room from another, practically ancient nanny cam. “Holy shit!” he said and his jaw dropped at the sight of his dolled up elder daughter as she did a turn under her brother’s outstretched arm. “Oh my!” Mother gasped. Britney whirled out to the end of Travis's arm, then whirled back into his strong embrace. They swayed together. Dancing with a boy, reaching up to put her arms around his neck, letting him put his hands on her thin waist - it was even more exciting and stimulating than she'd imagined - even if it was her brother. Her cute brother. Her strong, tall, kind of grown-up brother - who was looking down at her like she'd never seen him look before. So intense! Was he really supposed to hold her this close? Oh, gosh, it was nice! It was... She had to bite her lip as she looked up into his familiar face. OMG! His hand... his hand was on her ass. Why was he leaning down, bending her back. What was he...? Oh god, oh god! Really, Travis...? Ohhhh! Pinky swear or no pinky swear, Tiffany was going to find out the facts about this super important school project that required two people! She tiptoed across the hall to Travis's room and put her ear to the door. Music? Why were they listening to music. She turned the knob as slowly and carefully as she could, hoping any noise would be drowned out by the soft music. OMG! Travis and Britney were kissing! Tiffany’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle the squeak of outrage that threatened to expose her snooping. They were kissing a lot. A whole lot! For a long time. Travis was bent over and Britney had her arms around his neck and they mashed their mouths together and kissed and kissed and kissed. OMG! Tiffany was pretty sure she could jump up and down and wave her arms and they wouldn't notice her. She let the door open just enough to slide silently into the room and darted over to hide in the closet where she could peek out from behind some of Travis's clothes. Ooh, why did it smell like dirty socks in...? Oh, right, Travis. Oh gosh! Tiffany’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when Travis got tired of bending so far over to kiss Britney and instead lifted her up into the air with one arm around her waist and the other around her small round butt. He mashed her small body to his chest and redoubled kissing her. Tiffany was sure a brother and sister were NOT supposed to have their arms and bodies tangled up like that. And oh, it got worse when Travis stumbled back and sat abruptly on the edge of his bed and right away they were even more tangled, with Britney’s fingers locked into Travis’s hair and Travis grasping her neck and Britney’s knees wrapped around his waist and Travis’s hand on her ass, just almost touching her skin below the hem of the crazy dress as it bunched up higher and... OMG! Was Britney wearing any panties!?! And still they were kissing and kissing and kissing. What was that sound Britney made? Was she in pain? Was Travis hurting her? Oh! Gosh. Look at the way he kissed her throat and she arched her back. There was that scary, deep mewling sound again, like Britney wanted to scream and she wanted it to stop but if it did stop it would be so much worse. No, no, this was so WRONG! But oh gosh, wouldn’t it be so nice if it was Tiffany’s long blonde hair that Travis pushed his fingers into, and Tiffany’s sweet lips he kissed and Tiffany’s adoring eyes that looked into his? Stupid Britney!! It was hardly Travis’s first time in the clutch. This kind of body-tangled kissing was a favorite of his girlfriend Bethany, and he knew where the passion of a moment like this could lead. He and Bethany had been so achingly close a couple of times. But the girl in his lap and embrace wasn’t Bethany. The girl in his lap was so much hotter than Bethany. The girl in his embrace was forbidden. God, How had his friends seen what he had missed when she was right in front of him? Why had it taken a world-wide disaster to show him how hot his sister was? And how had he let this get so out of control? Oh, fuck that. He’d let it get out of control because his cute little sister looked so adorable in that dress and the second he pulled her into his arms to slow dance he’d been overwhelmed by how perfect and pretty and sexy and innocent she was. And then there was the way she’d looked into his eyes with an amazing combination of aroused longing and confused trepidation. And besides, he was so fucking horny and she’d been cock teasing him practically all day, even if she didn’t know that’s what she was doing! He’d let this get out of control because more than anything in the world he wanted to be right where he was. Jeez! How did she smell so good!? Travis trailed his lips along Britney’s delicate jaw and drank in her fragrance. He simply didn’t care about control. Her soft, tortured mewl did things to him no man could resist. His hands dropped to her hips and slipped under the stretchy fabric of the body-hugging dress. He lifted. As his fingers slid along her lithe young body he found nothing but the smoothest skin, no panties, no bra, just perfect little girl. Oh god, Britney, what are you doing to me? he asked as the dress come over the top of her head, her wavy, long blonde mane cascaded back down around her bare shoulders and once again she bit her lip, unable to look into his eyes. In a swift, decisive move, Travis took Britney’s jaw in his hand and forced her to look at him, kissed her hard and fast, and then, ignoring her gasp, he pivoted around to lay her back onto his bed. She blanched as he stood up, towering over her naked young perfection. He tore his t-shirt over his head. Jeans and boxers hit the floor a mere two seconds later. Looking back to his sister, Travis felt a moment of doubt when he saw the way her shocked and frightened eyes were locked onto his erect, straining dick. She looked terrified. Had she never seen one before? Surely she hadn’t. Did she even know what it was for, what he wanted to do with it? But it was a brief moment. They’d already gone too far, broken too many rules. And there was no control left. Travis dropped down onto his gorgeous sister’s little body and kissed her again, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers. Quickly he kissed down her cheek, her jaw, her throat and her collarbone. She writhed and clutched at his shoulders, but his lips found the small mound of a breast and the hard point of a nipple. Her back arched. She made those sounds again! Her skin tasted so good. He slid further down, dropping his knees to the floor beside the bed. He tortured her other nipple and her mewling increased. As he hooked an arm under one knee his kisses trailed down her sternum to her navel. He pushed the other leg outward and wrapped his arm underneath. By the time his slow, steady kisses reached her hairless, smooth mons she was trembling, but the fingers of both her hands were tangled in his hair. Pressing at the backs of Britney’s thin knees, Travis spread her legs wide, tilted her pelvis and trailed his tongue through her quivering virgin pussy. It was odd how her squeak of tortured pleasure seemed to echo from somewhere behind him. It was the strangest, most frightening, most confusing cascade of emotions ever! The little girl part of Britney’s mind told her to push him away from her cunny, run, hide, make him stop - it was too much! The part of her brain that had seen the way he looked at her ass, noticed how cute he was and put on a short, tight dress to get his attention told her that if he stopped running his tongue and his lips over the most delicate, private and sensitive part of her, she would die. So don’t let him stop! Her fingers twined into his blonde hair, pulling him tighter and pushing him away at the same time as the two parts of her young mind battled. But both halves knew her struggles didn’t matter - he was so much bigger and stronger than her, and something inside him had changed the second he started kissing her. He wanted her! What a wonderful, happy feeling, so new and warm. It filled her with anticipation and warm pleasure. She’d seen how excited she made him, how beautiful and sexy she was in his eyes. He was going to have her! What a terrifying idea, filled with dark mystery and the promise of pain and torment. She’d seen the crazy desire in his eyes, and she knew just enough to understand what that monster between his legs was for! But for the moment neither her happiness nor her terror could compete with the new feelings exploding throughout her body as her tight young pussy danced at the mercy of Travis’s strong tongue and nimble lips. Oh god! He trapped her tiny clit between his tongue and upper lip and she just knew her chest would explode. Why was she shaking so hard? She couldn’t stop it! Britney threw her head back and couldn’t stop the scream. “Shhhh!” Travis growled and his hand shot up to cover her mouth, but he went right back to circling her pussy with his tongue. She still screamed, muffled but intense. She could only hope no one else could hear. How could it feel so... OH GOD, YES, YES, YEEEEESSSSSSS! At the very height of her first orgasm, in an instant, everything changed. Suddenly he wasn’t down there, lashing at her cunny with his tongue - he was on top of her, leaning on one strong arm, probing at her cunny with that thing, his cock, that monster she’d glimpsed with terror before he... No, no, no, I’m just a little girl! Yes, yes, now! I want to be yours! She opened her eyes - when had she slammed them shut? She felt the throbbing heat of him at her entrance. So big! But waiting. Waiting? She threw her head back and her big blue eyes locked onto his. “Britney?” He whispered. Yes? No! No? Oh please! Just tell me what to... I don't know! “Yes! Hurry!” Britney managed to whisper back. Her next words, “I mean no!!” never had a chance to escape her throat. Like any boy of seventeen, any boy who hadn't been lucky enough to find the right girl yet, any boy who watched girls and talked about girls and was mesmerized by girls, Travis had dreamed about this moment incessantly. The girls and women he imagined changed with his whim, but this moment, the moment when he first felt the joy of entering a warm, wet cunt, was the true source of all his fantasies. Travis had never imagined that it would be Britney trembling underneath him, still panting hard from a huge orgasm, ready for him, telling him 'Yes!' Britney - so small, so pretty, so familiar, so arousing! This was better than any of his dreams. He thrust forward. He entered her, deep. She almost screamed but he was ready for her and covered her mouth. Her little hands clutched at his arm and tried to pull his hand away, but it wasn't going to happen. He had to keep going. He withdrew and thrust again, deeper. The pain on her face stung his heart, but he knew it couldn't be helped. It was probably worse that she was so young, he didn't know. It didn't matter! He had to fuck her. She'd said 'Yes!' He thrust into her again, then again. God - this was so much more than he'd ever imagined when he pumped his fist around his cock. It wasn't the same thing at all! Again, again, deep, filling her small body with his flesh. Oh god, it was so.... No, no, not yet! Travis screamed in his mind when he felt the overwhelming need to cum. No! I've barely started. He pulled out of Britney's cunny in a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable, but he was young and her cunny was so tight and until thirty seconds ago he was a virgin. Travis’s hot, thick sperm arced out to coat his little sister’s smooth bare stomach. Fuck! Too soon. Amazing, wonderful, but too soon. The confusion on her pretty face stabbed at him. He’d screwed it up! Why couldn’t he... god, look at her. Suddenly Travis wanted to kiss his sister more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. Heedless of the goo smeared on her stomach he moved lower and pressed his body to her and kissed her as hard as he could. Seconds later she seemed to melt. Her thin arms came around his neck and her small fingers twined back into his hair and she kissed him back, forgiving him for everything: sin, pain, ineptness, inexperience, disappointment, all of it. He kissed her and she was his whole world. He could kiss her forever, and he would, but... but there was a stirring, a reawakening, a hard, throbbing need. Travis reared back, propped up on his arms, and smiled down at the little girl with the wild, beautiful blonde mane. His eyes flashed. She saw his look, then looked down his body to see his turgid cock, resurrected for action. Now her eyes flared, with fright and confusion and excitement. As she looked back up he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “That’s because you’re so beautiful and sexy!” In a single move, Travis rolled them over until he lay on his back and the twelve-year-old girl sat upright straddling his torso, with his hard cock trapped against her warm, wet cunny. Spotting his discarded t-shirt he wiped the cum from her smooth stomach, and from his own. Then he took her hips in his strong hands and began to slide her nether lips along his length. Forward, back, again and again. She rested her fingertips on his arms, stayed upright, letting him control her. He ground her pussy until he saw the way her eyes glazed over and her mouth opened to let loose the mewl of a tiny kitten. When he felt her begin to tremble he knew it was time. This time it wouldn’t just be pain, then disappointment. This time it would be better. He raised Britney’s thin hips. He didn’t ask. He raised her higher. He entered her and slid inside, deep, then deeper, letting her light weight drive her down onto his shaft. The moan she let out turned his blood to fire. He nearly lost his mind in that moment. He started fucking his young sister. He fucked her fast, hard, deep, as deep as he could go in her small body. She was so tight! It was hard work. Soon he was breathing hard, his heart pounding - but so was Britney and so was her heart. And there was no pain on her gorgeous face, only pure delight. She leaned forward, put her hands on his shoulders, with her full wavy mane of long blonde hair spilling around her arms and shoulders, ticking his chest. With a gasp, she began to shudder from head to toe even as he continued to fuck her with feverish energy. Travis fucked Britney to the top of her massive climax, where she moaned and cried out his name and shook so hard her teeth rattled. Travis fucked her down the other side as well, until she was too weak to hold herself up and she collapsed onto his chest, panting like a marathon runner. Then he pushed deep inside her and he came. It was the most wonderful, perfect sensation of his life to feel his cock giving forth spasm after spasm of hot cum while wrapped in his sister's warm, tight, loving embrace, to know he was leaving part of himself inside of her gorgeous little body. Tiffany was terrified of making any more noise. But she’d been so shocked when Travis started licking at Britney’s private place! She was almost completely sure this was not really Britney’s school project, even if it did take two people. But licking was only the beginning. Travis had some huge thing between his legs. Where had he been hiding that? When he pushed it inside Britney and she saw how much it hurt her sister she nearly jumped out of the closet to make him stop. But she was too scared. Now her brother and sister were tangled together, Britney on top, and the look on Britney’s face was unlike anything Tiffany had ever seen. She looked older. She looked so very happy and content. It wasn’t fair! Why did Britney get to do everything first! Tiffany wanted to be in Travis’s arms. She wanted to feel like that! But oh, gosh, would that mean she’d have to let Travis put his... it was so... she was so small...? Oh! Why was her cunny wet? It had been wet and tingly for a long time. Wait, when had she stuck her hand inside her tights to touch herself down there? She'd never done that before! Why did it feel so good? She was so confused. As Tiffany pulled her slender fingers from inside her tights she had a new problem. She was trapped in the closet, afraid of getting caught. But she had to pee! She rocked from knee to knee. Oh! She really needed to go! It was torture. But look, yes. Britney’s eyes fluttered closed. Her face rested deeper into Travis’s broad chest. She was asleep, or very close to it! And Travis was looking the other way. Tiffany could tell he was awake by the way he gently stroked Britney’s long platinum locks down her bare back, but he wasn’t looking. She couldn’t wait any longer! She dashed the few feet from the closet to the slightly open door and ran down the hall. She never saw the shock on Travis’s face as he heard a noise, flipped his head around and caught the reflection of Tiffany’s cute little ass just as it sidled through the open door. A door he’d thought was closed and locked. What a dilemma! Travis continued to caress his sleeping sister's beautiful hair. He couldn't stand the idea of spoiling this special moment for her - her first time, even if it was with her brother. He had to be here for her, to make sure her memories were the best. To caress her and let her know he thought she was beautiful - so beautiful. She had to know how special this had been for him too. But he'd also just seen his other sister running from the room. Tiffany had seen them, the little sneak! What must she be thinking? She must be so confused, angry. She must feel betrayed and abandoned. She was only ten! How could she understand what she'd seen. His heart couldn't stand the idea that he might have upset her. And oh, god, what if she went to mom and dad!? Travis's heart caught in his chest as the emotions he felt for his two little sisters overwhelmed him. Not realizing that he, too, was vulnerable to the stirring aftermath of first sex, he couldn't understand the powerful feelings he was experiencing. He wanted to kiss Britney again! He wanted to run to Tiffany and hold her in his arms. He was tormented with love for both of them. There was no good way to decide between staying with Britney or going to Tiffany. He stayed. He stroked Britney's long blonde tresses as she fell deeper and deeper into an exhausted sleep. But he couldn't stay. Worry tore him apart. He hated to do it, but he eased Britney down to the bed and pulled his covers over her naked, gorgeous body. Already he felt so much more desire for her! As gently as he could he eased himself off the bed, dashed off a quick note and left it beside her sleeping form. Getting more worried by the second he threw on a pair of sweatpants, then squeezed through the door and closed it as quietly as he could. Travis practically ran to the other side of the apartment. But when he arrived at his sisters' room he was suddenly nervous. What was she going to say? What could he do to make it up to her? How could he make her understand? Be a man! he told himself and he turned the knob to Tiffany's door. His worse fears were realized in a second. Tiffany looked up from her bed with red eyes and a tear-streaked face. At once she turned away from him to hide herself, but he crossed the room, sat on her bed and took her in his arms. He pulled her small body into his lap. The child struggled against his strong embrace, but only for a moment. She pressed her teary face into his bare chest and threw her arms around him, sobbing. "Wh-why d-do you l-like B-Brit m-more than m-me?" Tiffany cried. "Oh god, baby, Tif, I don't, I don't," Travis said, hugging his littler sister tighter. "I love you both. I love you both the same! I do!" "B-but I s-saw you. You k-kissed her! You kissed her a l-lot! And th-then... Oh!" "Baby, pipsqueak, please. I didn't mean for that to happen. It wasn't supposed to... But it did. I doesn't mean I don't love you just as much as Brit. God. Tif, don't cry." "Wh-why won't y-you k-kiss me l-like that?" the little girl stuttered and raised her tear-streaked face to look up into her brother's face. Travis was stunned. How could this little girl think that her much older brother would think it was okay to kiss her? But then... she had seen him kissing Britney... He realized he was already thinking of Britney like a girlfriend! And wasn't that just as... He would never be sure what madness came over him. Maybe he was just too overwhelmed and confused with the craziness of this day, the flood of emotions and hormones that went along with first sex. Maybe his body was still aching for more of Britney's sweet charms. Maybe it was something he'd always wanted to do and never knew it. Maybe Tiffany's young face, marred with tears - tears that he'd been the cause of - was just too gorgeous to resist. He kissed her, hard. Travis ran his fingers up into the thick hair at the back of Tiffany's neck and wrapped an arm around her to lift her body up to the level of his face. He covered her mouth with his and put all of his confusion and worry and yes, his love, into kissing her. She seemed to turn to putty in his arms, kissing him back with her tiny mouth. She tickled his tongue with hers. Her thin arms went around his neck and held tight. When he broke the kiss he leaned her head back to look into the biggest eyes he'd ever seen, still glittering from the tears of a moment before. All the emotions and fears and questions that were running through her very young mind were clear on her pretty face: Did I do that right? What does this mean? Will he kiss me again? Do I have to do that thing Britney did!? Why do I feel this way? Does he think I'm pretty? Will it hurt? Oh please, kiss me again! So Travis kissed his ten-year-old sister again. And then again. He held her neck and hair, but his other hand wandered her small body, caressed her back under her light crop-top, wormed into her tights to cup her small, round ass. His sweatpants were no match for the rapid rise of his cock. It pressed into her leg, impossible to ignore. Travis felt Tiffany stiffen in his arms as she realized what was poking her leg. He stopped kissing her and looked into her frightened blue eyes. How could anyone have such beautiful eyes?! “It’s okay, baby. Don’t be scared. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I can stop. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to stop. It’s like I just found you or something. But I’ll stop.” “Noooo,” the little girl cried. “No, please, don’t stop! It’s just... is that your thing, the thing you put inside Brit? That was scary. Do I have to do that? It’s so big! Would it hurt? Can I see? Oh! Maybe not. Or, maybe... Please?” Travis couldn’t help smiling with amusement as Tiffany’s bubbly personality bubbled back out. This brought a scowl to his pretty sister’s face, which in turn just made him smile more. Which made her scowl more. And rather than try to win that little competition he grabbed her and kissed her again, until he felt her relax. “Do you really want to see?” Travis asked. Tiffany blanched and bit her lip, but the she nodded enthusiastically. “Great!” Travis said with the amusement back on his. “But you have to go first.” The little girl turned bright red. “Here, let me help,” Travis teased and grabbed at Tiffany’s Little Pony blouse. "Travis!" Tiffany hissed. She instinctively battled him just as she had battled him so many times before when they had tickle wars. And just like all of those tickle wars, she lost - perhaps because, just like all those tickle wars, she secretly wanted to lose. The little girl's flimsy, sparkly top came over her head to reveal her flat chest and tiny pink nipples. She squealed when she was pushed back onto the bed and Travis attacked one of those nipples with his lips, sucking it in and torturing it with his tongue. But Travis wasn't satisfied. He was still possessed by a new devil - the devil implanted by his friend's discussion of his sisters. Before Tiffany could understand what was happening he lifted her legs high in the air and pulled the stretchy tights and pink cotton panties from her skinny legs. His littlest sister was naked, and he wasn't going to waste the moment! Tiffany thrashed as Travis ran his tongue through her tiny cunny. She clawed at the messy sheets on her bed. A guttural moan escaped her lips and Travis had to stop for a second to warn her to be quiet. A reminder that her parents were just down the hall was enough to make her cover her little mouth. Travis had discovered a real taste for little girl pussy. Maybe it was the way they twisted and writhed with tortured pleasure. Maybe it was the way they hissed and moaned. Maybe it was the way their small pussies spasmed and trembled and gushed as his tongue quickly took them up the pleasant climb to orgasm. Whatever it was - he loved it. And so did they. "Oh Travis, Travis, what's happening?" Tiffany whispered with frantic urgency. "It's... it's... oooohhhhhhh!" Travis lashed at his little sister's cunt with even more energy as her first climax made her back arch and her body tremble. He forced his tongue inside her, then rasped across her tiny clit. Trembling ramped up to shivers and shivers ramped up to wild shaking as the orgasm overwhelmed her young body and innocent mind. Damn, he wanted her so much! How had he never understood the way he really felt about his sisters? Travis backed away from Tiffany, but only long enough to shuck his sweatpants and let his agonized cock out. He was so hard again, so needy. As the boy loomed over his tiny sister, who still quivered with her orgasm, his big monster jutted from between his legs. He saw the terror that swept over her face - and it melted his heart in an instant. Travis swept little Tiffany back into his arms to hold her tight. "Oh baby!" he whispered, "Don't be scared. Please, I'm so sorry I scared you." "Y-you put th-that thing inside B-Britney! I s-saw you. It's s-so big! It sc-scared me." "We don't have to do that, pipsqueak," Travis reassured the frightened child. "It's okay." "B-but, Britney gets to do everything! I-I n-never get to do the stuff she does." "That's cause she's older than you, you silly girl." "B-but it's not f-fair! She always g-gets to do things f-first. And you're going to like her b-better 'cause you can p-put your thing in her her!" Tears streaked little Tiffany beautiful face yet again. Travis couldn't stand it. He pulled her tighter and kissed her again. And then he knew what to do. He held her at the end of his arms and looked at her seriously, waiting for her to meet his earnest gaze. "Tif, you're right. It's not fair that Brit always gets to do everything first," Travis said. "But I know something Brit's never ever done, something you can do if you're a brave enough little girl. It won't hurt, I promise. And then you'll understand that I like you just as much as her." Tiffany's eyes got even wider than they already were. Her long, full lashes made them even bigger. "Really? I can do something before Britney?" "Really, pipsqueak." "Show me!" Britney rolled over under the covers, half awake. Something was wrong. Something was missing. Her bed didn't smell right. Britney's eyes fluttered open and closed. No, not her bed. Her hand brushed the sheets, searching for something - for what? She'd never felt like this. She was different. She was... She came awake in an instant. She was in Travis's bed! Where was he? OMG! She'd let Travis have sex with her! OMG! OMG! Where was he? Ooooh, she felt so strange, so different. She pushed the covers aside and rose up to look around. Muscles she'd never used before suddenly complained, a reminder of what she'd done - who she'd had inside her. OMG! A pang shot through her. Why did he leave? Did I do it wrong? OMG! Will he hate me now - no, he won't, he can't. I can do it better next time. OMG! Next time? Would there be a next...? She saw the note he'd left her. "Tiffany saw us. Have to check on her. I love you, Trav." OMG! OMG! Tiffany! I'll kill her! She ruins everything! But - oh - he loves me? Britney saw her stretchy dance-dress on the floor, but it didn't seem quite the right thing to put back on after what she and Travis had done. Besides, she wanted something that would smell like him. She grabbed the t-shirt he'd been wearing from the bed and pulled it over her head. It covered her round ass, but barely. Oh gosh, why hadn't she worn any panties?! Clutching at the hem of the t-shirt to keep it from rising up, Britney tip-toed across the apartment to the room she shared with her annoying little sister. How dare the little pest spy on her and Travis!? She was such a pill. She paused at her bedroom and put her ear to the door. She heard nothing... no, wait... a soft, tortured moan... Who? No! Britney swung the door open to the worst thing she could have imagined. Travis leaned his back against the headboard of Tiffany's single bed. His eyes were half closed and he was the source of the low sound. He softly moaned "Oh god, yes, Tif, that's so good, so... oh!" For Tiffany was on her knees between Travis's legs. Her tiny hands both wrapped around his thick, long cock and stroked it up and down. The cock glistened in the light from Tiffany's spittle - because her mouth was stretched wide as she sucked several inches of the big pole into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. And she was naked! "Nooooo!" Britney screamed in rage. "Oh my god! Should we stop them?" Father asked as he watched the nanny-cam image of his three children on his large computer monitor. "Britney's going to kill Tiffany!" "Not on your life!" Mother hissed from Father's lap. "Don't you dare stop!" Father tightened his grip on Mother's waist and her large left breast. He lifted her a few inches, then slammed her back down on his long, hard cock. He couldn't remember ever having the stamina to fuck his wife three times in the same afternoon - but the site of his teen son with his two gorgeous blonde daughters was more than enough to keep him hard and going. "Yes, yes, oh god!" Mother moaned, her wide, wild eyes glued to the computer screen. "This is going to be so good!" Travis's eyes snapped open just in time to see a vision of his other sister streaking across the room, red with anger, claws out - heading straight for little Tiffany. Tiffany snapped her head up and gasped at the advancing harpy. Travis was barely in time to stretch out and intercept Britney before her claws tangled into Tiffany's blonde curls, ready to tear the littler girl's head off. He got ahold of her wrists and pulled her across his chest, pinning her down but not stopping her thrashing, violent attempts to attack her little sister. Tiffany cowered at the end of the bed. "Oooh! Travis, let me go!" Britney screamed. "Let me go! I'll kill her. You're mine! She always ruins everything! I can't have anything of my own! Agghhh!" "Britney! Calm down," Travis hissed. "Mom and Dad will hear you!" "I don't care!" "Yes you do," he whispered at her. "Do you want them to know what we did? Huh?" "Ooooh!" Britney hissed in a whisper, defeated. "I still want to rip all her hair out!" "No you don't," Travis said. "Yes, I do! She's a pill." "She's your sister and you love her. And I love you. And she's my sister too, and I love her too and I'm not going to let you tear all her hair out." "But Travis... I... I woke up, and you were gone. And..." "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry, but..." Travis didn't have an excuse. He knew it was wrong, but he'd had to make a choice. He didn't know how to make it up to her. And holy shit she looked hot wearing nothing but his shirt - the shirt that had ridden up show her fantastic little ass. "I'm sorry..." he said again, lamely. Then he pulled Britney up to sit on his stomach and he bent her over and kissed her as hard as he could. In a few moments Britney melted into Travis's embrace and he knew he was forgiven. He also knew that he had an impossible situation - so he simply took the problem in hand and followed his instincts, and his desires. He broke off his passionate kiss with the twelve -year-old and made her look him in the eyes. "Promise you won't hurt Tiffany! Promise right now, or we'll all done with all of this... this stuff." Britney scowled, but she could tell he meant it. She glanced over her shoulder to see her sister still sitting at the end of the bed, wide eyed. Looking back to Travis she hissed "I promise." "Say it to Tiffany. And mean it." "I promise I won't hurt you," Britney said over her shoulder. "Good." Travis said. He looked around Britney to fix his gaze on little Tiffany. "And you," he said, "you have to promise too." "Promise what?" Tiffany whispered. "Promise that you won't be a pill to Brit. Promise that you can share, like a big girl. Promise, or you can't play either." "Noooo! Britney can't have you all to yourself!" "Then promise you'll share and be nice!" Travis demanded. "I promise," Tiffany whispered with a scowl of her own. "What's that? We couldn't hear you, pipsqueak," Travis said. "I'm not a pipsqueak! Oooh!” she frowned at Travis, then smiled. “Okay. I promise. I do, I really mean it." "Share and share alike, all together?" Travis asked both of his gorgeous sisters. They both nodded and then, miraculously, they both giggled. It was the prettiest thing Travis had ever heard. “Well then, ladies,” Travis said with an evil grin “let’s test out this newly cemented togetherness.” Britney gasped as Travis pulled the t-shirt up over head and threw it to the side. She blushed at being naked again, in front of her sister no less. But the way Travis looked at her made her forget her modesty. As much as she was suddenly in love with her handsome brother, Britney was secretly happy that she was going to share him with her little sister. There was something about the way he looked at her now, like he couldn’t possible get enough of what she had to offer. It excited her and frightened her in equal measure. She couldn’t believe she could actually satisfy all that need. Maybe with Tiffany’s help they could. Tiffany had so much energy and would try anything! Britney had been terrified of the idea of putting a boys dick in her mouth - Tiffany had already done it. But Travis had something else in mind. She could see his lusty teenaged brain having scary thoughts. He lifted her easily and put her on the bed beside him. Then he held out his arms to Tiffany. Britney had to fight down another wave of green jealousy as happy Tiffany leaped up into his arms. She’d promised. She watched Travis kiss Tiffany and then whisper something in her ear. What were they up to? Tiffany’s eyes flared with shock, but then she stole a glance at Britney and broke into a giggle. What were they up to?! She scowled and started to complain, but before she’d uttered a word Travis grabbed her and pulled her into his lap with her back firmly pressed to his chest. “Travis! What are you...” she squealed. But Britney’s squeal was cut off when Tiffany, her sister, appeared in front of her, threw an arm around her neck and kissed her on the mouth! Britney thrashed and flailed, but Travis had his arms wrapped around her. She couldn’t kiss a girl! She couldnt kiss her sister. That was bad, that was wrong, that was... that was... it was nice! It was wonderful. Tiffany had sure learned how to kiss in a hurry. Her little mouth was so warm and sweet. It felt so nice. It also felt so nice where Travis was stroking his small fingers through her pussy. She was getting so wet! Ohhhh. Wait! Travis’s arms were wrapped around her body! If it wasn’t Travis then... oh god, Tiffany, yes, your little fingers, oh god, yesss! Britney stopped thrashing and gave in to the sensual pleasure. Travis let go of her arms and she grabbed Tiffany’s head to hold her and really kiss her back. Her cunny spasmed around the smaller girl’s clever fingers. Travis tweaked one of her nipples and she thought she would go mad. Tiffany liked kissing Britney! She liked it a lot. And she liked the way Britney twisted and moaned as she rubbed her fingers around Britney’s private place in the places she knew would feel the best for Britney. It was fun to be more in charge! She felt Travis shift Britney’s position. Her brother was so strong and handsome. Britney was like a doll in his hands. Then she felt something big and hard intrude into where she was fingering Britney’s cunny. It was time! She was so excited. She loved the moan of terror and pleasure Britney made when Travis pushed his big thing - his cock, she had to remember to call it his cock - up into Britney’s cunny. Tiffany kissed Britney one more time, then she slid down her sister’ body. Britney moaned from Travis’s hard thrust, but she moaned even louder when Tiffany started licking her nipples. She even bit the nipples and chewed on them, but only lightly, like she knew felt good when Travis did it to her. Britney’s head whipped back from side to side as Travis fucked her and Tiffany tongued her nipples. It was fun to make Britney lose control! But Tiffany had a mission. She slid even farther down her sister’s writhing body. The sight of Travis’s long cock pumping in and out of Britney’s cunny was mesmerizing and frightening. She didn’t let that stop her. Travis plunged his cock in as far as he could and held there in place - Tiffany’s signal. Darting in, Tiffany attacked her sisters clit with her tongue. Britney went wild. Her fingers raked through Tiffany’s long blonde curls and Tiffany felt herself pressed harder to her sister’s pussy. She didn’t mind! She loved the taste of her sister’s cream and her brothers big cock. She loved being the one who made Britney mewl as wild orgasm stripped away her shy, serious personality. Tiffany used her tongue to torture her sister and brother both. She let her tongue glide up the the underside of Travis's cock, the half that wasn't buried in his Britney's tight pussy. She licked around the edges of the cunny, tasting their combined flavors. She swirled over Britney's tiny distended clit and marveled at the way she made Britney tremble. Oh! She could do this forever! To finally be the one in control, making her sister dance like a puppet, making her brother happy, making love to both of them. It was heaven! Tiffany slurped her sister's sweet juices and laved at her brother's cock as he started slowly fucking Britney again. She fingered her own wet little pussy like mad. The sound of Britney's heavy breathing and tortured moans, the feel of her pulse against Tiffany's cheek - everything about the moment was perfect. Tiffany worked hard to keep her tongue in action as the fucking got faster and faster. Britney's moans turned to little grunts of pleasure timed to the hard thrusts. Tiffany concentrated on Britney's clit and her own little pussy. She heard Travis swearing. Britney's body shook so hard. And then Tiffany started to taste something new as the strokes of Travis's big cock brought his cum out where her little tongue still lapped as hard as it could. The cum coated her mouth and did strange things to her young mind - but she loved it! She wanted more of it. Even after Travis's limp cock slipped from Britney's tight cunt, Tiffany continued to voraciously suck the cum from the swollen lips of her sister's cunny, torturing her sister with pleasure. Britney's orgasm was so explosive, so overwhelming she nearly screamed again. How could anything feel so good? It went on and on, even after Travis was done, so long as her little sister tortured her. When her brother craned his neck to whisper in her ear. She snapped out of her euphoric trance. "Yes! Oh yes, Travis, now!" she whispered back. As they quickly shifted positions, Tiffany mewled a mild complaint. It was awkward to move - so many legs and arms and bodies on top of bodies. But a moment later Britney was on her back on Tiffany's bed and she pulled little Tiffany's naked body on top of her. It was her turn to be the one in control! The never-ending battle for dominance between the two sisters was about to swing back to Britney and Travis was going to help. Britney's fingers curled into her sister's hair at the base of her neck. She pulled the wide-eyed girl's face close to her. "My turn!" she hissed and then she kissed Tiffany. For a moment, confused, Tiffany pushed away, but soon she softened and kissed Britney back. Gosh, kissing was so nice! Britney could just see past Tiffany's head as Travis settled onto the bed behind Tiffany's naked little butt. She felt Tiffany's legs slide open around her torso as Travis gently positioned them. She felt Tiffany stiffen for a moment when Travis slid his finger into her tiny cunny, but she held Tiffany tight. The little girl's back arched on top of her. She broke off their kiss as Travis scooted in closer and she held Tiffany's ear close to her mouth so she could whisper. "Don't worry," she whispered. "You're not too little. You'll see. It only hurts for a minute and then it feels so good. You'll like it, I promise." Tiffany stiffened, but Britney held her tight and started kissing her again. Kneeling, Travis looked down on his two gorgeous blonde sisters, arm in arm, kissing like mad. Two young, perfect bodies. Two wonderful sweet personalities. Two unbelievably attractive little pussies, one just above the other. He continued to tease Tiffany's cunny with his fingers, making sure she was wet and ready. But she was ready. He'd seen Britney whispering to her, warning her, encouraging her, preparing her. He lifted Tiffany's little ass higher. On top of her sister, she was perfectly positioned. Her glistening cunny looked so small, so vulnerable. Smooth, fatty mounds of flesh protected the merest hint of pink flesh. He pushed a second finger inside her to help get her ready - but he really couldn't wait any longer. His cock was so hard and hungry again. It was truly a blessing to have such intoxicatingly sexy little sisters. It was a blessing to be a seventeen-year-old boy who could get hard over and over again. When he positioned his cock at Tiffany's entrance she let out a squeal of terror. But Britney whispered into her ear again. Travis locked eyes with Britney and she gave him the tiniest nod of encouragement. He hardly need it. What he needed was to fuck Tiffany! He didn't care that she was only ten. He needed to fuck her more than anything he'd ever needed. He pushed his knob between the tiny pink lips. She felt impenetrable, but he knew she was not. He waited, patiently, as Tiffany trembled in fear - hoping that he could soon make her tremble with pleasure. But he couldn't wait long, not when he was already partly inside her, not when he was so excited and filled with lust for her. Travis watched Tiffany begin to pant, trying to control her fear as Britney kept whispering in her ear. He pressed in, pushing against her barrier. She squeaked, but her panting returned in a heart beat. He knew it was time. He knew he had to do it all at once - get the pain over with. Travis thrust hard into the tight cunt. He burst through. Tiffany screamed, a real scream that Britney quickly covered by kissing her again. Travis hurried, not wanting to hurt his littlest sister any more than he had to. He pulled out and thrust in again, then again, then faster. Oh god, yes, she was so tight! It took only moments to push Tiffany past the pain, past the need to scream and flee, past the terror. Travis fucked her fast. He held her tiny hips in his big hands and fucked her like his life depended on it. When she relaxed and then began to shiver and moan he fucked her even harder. Being Travis's fourth fuck in fewer hours, it was a long fuck. After many minutes of pounding Tiffany's quivering body, Travis pulled out. The little girl gasped and cried out "nooooo!" Britney's eyes questioned what he was doing. But Travis suddenly wanted even more and his feverish, overwhelmed brain was going to have it! With his strong arms, Travis lifted Britney's ass up off the bed and slid a fat pillow under her, then another. He was rewarded with the sight of two perfect, wet little girl cunts, nearly touching, high up in the air. Perfect! He knelt between their legs again and slid back in through Tiffany's quivering, tight lips. The noises she made told him how welcome he was to use her again. He fucked her half a dozen times before he pulled out and repositioned, ever so slightly. Britney gave out a muffled scream when Travis rammed his cock back into her warm cunt with no warning. Her back arched under her little sister and she grasped her even tighter. Half a dozen hard, fast strokes was all Britney got before Travis put himself back into the even tighter cunt of little Tiffany. He was in heaven. Two perfect, grasping, needy little pussies that both desperately wanted his cock. For half an hour Travis went back and forth between the two preteen cunnies, fucking his little sisters like a demon. Both of them were soon writhing in orgasmic pleasure as they kissed one another with loving passion. But all things must finally end. Travis made sure to cum inside Tiffany. Somehow it was important to him, as if he was claiming yet another sister as his own. And then he collapsed in exhaustion. All three of them rolled to the side, with little Tiffany trapped between her sister and her brother. The three siblings slept the last hour of the afternoon, barely waking in time to hurriedly get cleaned up before their parents were due to emerge from their bedroom/office. In fact, Mother and Father emerged from their bedroom/office a bit later than usual. Mother's hair was a mess and Father had a very happy, goofy look on his face. It was interesting that neither of the adults noticed the way Tiffany and Britney walked - stiffly, with a slow cautious gait. Then again, none of the children seemed to notice that Mother walked almost exactly the same way. "So, Travis, how did you enjoy taking care of your sisters today," Father asked over dinner. "Oh, yeah, it was okay, I guess. Not as bad as I thought," Travis answered quickly and loudly enough to drown out Tiffany's small giggles. He exchanged a glance with Britney and noticed her start to blush, so he rushed on to keep Father's attention. "Yeah, you know, I thought it was gonna be really boring. But well, we found some stuff to do," more giggles from Tiffany, "and ah, we just kind of hung out all together," Britney blushed deeper. "So, it was like okay, I guess. Pretty good even." He was completely relieved to see that neither Father nor Mother seemed to notice the strange behavior of either of his sisters. "Well good, Travis. I appreciate it, more than you can know. Because, you see, your mom and I both got a lot more, ah, work done today, for a change." Father put a strange, strangled emphasis on 'work.' "And we've decided you'll have to take care of your sisters every day from now on. I'm sorry, son, but that's just the way it has to be - until we can all go back to normal." "Oh Henry," Mother exclaimed, and now it was her turn to blush. "Do you really think so. Every day, all day, ah, just like today?" Her voice broke on the phrase 'just like today.' "Oh my, that would be, ah, lovely!" "Don't worry, mom," Travis said. "I don't mind." He held Britney's gaze for just a second, then Tiffany's. "I'm sure we can find lots of new and interesting things to do. Every day." Tiffany covered her mouth to keep from giggling out loud, but nobody seemed to notice.
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