" Something Borrowed "

* RATED R *

Brittnee and Karlee, aged 11 and 10, were two stunningly beautiful young sisters, whose father – or so I believe – ran a pre-teen clothes modeling web site at www.brittnee-n-karlee.com . Well, that site has been dead for a long time, and the girls’ modeling job had been cured by professional photographer Paul Jones ever since.

I recently received news that Paul Jones (which isn’t even his real name, and whose URL was www.pjcrew.com , also inactive now) has been arrested for child abuse . It looks like the high-quality, amazingly beautiful modeling photographs he took of his daughters Rachael and Abby, and also of several more models, weren’t the only ones he was taking. You know what I mean. I trust the source from where this information comes from, but I don’t know who they got it from and therefore I can not be fully sure of its being true.

Whatever the truth is, I would like to point out that if Paul Jones is responsible of what he has been convicted for, then I hope he does fucking burn in hell. Also, I wrote this story a long time ago, before Brittnee and Karlee were under Paul Jones’s "wing", so to speak. This story has sex-related content to it, but it is not my intention to lust on other people’s disgraces. What I mean is that if I knew that the persons of Brittnee and Karlee, two lively and beautiful children who enjoyed a healthy activity such as modeling, were abused in any way, I would delete this story at once and never take it back online. If you have information regarding this matter, or comments you would like to share, you are welcomed to e-mail me at any time.

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part one
" MORE FILMS "

"Hey Brit. What’re you up to?"

Brittnee startled and suddenly turned around. "Nothin’," she said. She made a big effort of hiding something behind her back and somehow managed to: Karlee needn’t see that. Her little sister Karlee, aged ten and one year younger than her, walked into the living room and didn’t notice anything. She just smiled at her, threw down on the sofa and flickered the TV on.

Brit sighed with relief, and without further speaking she slid that under her shirt and walked out of the room. "Hey, Malcolm’s on! Wanna watch?" Karlee called. She made a silly-sounding voice… that voice. Brit’s heart missed a beat… oh, how she wanted to… but couldn’t. Not there, not now.

"Er… not now. Gotta do som’n. And then dad’s home, are you crazy or what?" she whispered as she passed aside her.

Karlee didn’t insist… and that was totally strange for her. Brittnee hoped she hadn’t seen anything and that she didn’t even suspect she was hiding something: She couldn’t have stood all those questions her sister could ask in one single minute. Sometimes Brit thought her head was gonna blow up or something. "What? Who? Where? Really? Tell me! Explain! Why?"… she could be a pain in the ass at times.

But she loved her madly. As a sister, first. And as a girl, later. Actually, the thing that most frightened Brittnee as she silently made her way back to their room was that Karlee would feel refused and started to be suspicious. All the year long, since that had started, Brittnee had never said "no" to her little sister. Never ever, not a time she refused, not a time she missed it. Dad’s home, she had said. That was true indeed, but hoped Karlee’d understand and not think that…

"Oh, damn it!" she hissed under her breath. "I can’t be there all the times! She’ll understand…"

"Who you can’t be there for?" Brittnee started again and again hid that under her shirt. This time was a man’s voice calling her, and as she turned she saw the figure of her father. Terry was a tall and handsome man, with dark hair and big hands, and always – and that means ALWAYS – had a camera along with him wherever he went. This one, a Kodak, was hanging from his neck: Terry grabbed it as soon as he saw Brit and took a pic.

"Dad, please…" she said shyly. She usually wasn’t a shy girl AT ALL, but just didn’t like to be photographed when not "on the set".

So she didn’t think Terry’s very latest project was exactly great: her father had had what called "the greatest idea of all", and that always meant trouble. He thought it’d’ve been great fun taking pics of Brittnee and Karlee when they didn’t know; then, maybe after a one-week time, he could show them all so they could decide which ones post on the Net and which ones to keep private. He’d always been very respectful about his girls, and never pushed them to do something they didn’t want… but he had been unmovable on that. He wasn’t if sure Brit and Kar really disliked it, but he wanted so bad to do something like that he hadn’t even been asking them.

"So?" he said, after taking another shot of Brittnee. "Who you can’t be there for?"

"Er… um…" she had to invent something quick. "It’s for a school play. I’m tryin’ my lines. Over and over again, you’ll hear me often, dad."

"A school play? That’s great. When?"

With that, he’d just cornered her: Brit didn’t know what to answer, but somehow managed to assemble a lie and to tell it convincingly. "Don’t know yet, the date’s still to be chosen. But it’s gonna be late this year, we still have so much to do… and that’s why I’m practicing! If you don’t mind…" she nodded her head meaningfully.

It took Terry a second to realise he should’ve left her alone, and when he finally did he clicked one more time – the photographer – and then walked away.

"Phew…" Brittnee exhaled with relief and finally got to her room and closed to door behind her. "It’s gettin’ hard to be alone on this house!" she muttered. Afraid that someone else may come in at any time, she went straight to her drawer and threw that inside it. She checked that to see if everything was all right, giggled for a second and then closed the drawer again… just in time! One moment later her father opened the door again without even knocking and said: "Gonna go out in a sec, girls! Need more films, be back soon!"

"Bye, dad!" Brittnee and Karlee said contemporairily. That was the thing they heard him say the most, apart from "I love you, sweetheart", "Hurry up, you’ll miss the schoolbus!" and "Get your ass down here right now or I’ll tan it good!", of course. There was a little photo shop called The Photographer’s Paradise just ten minutes away from their house. Terry always went there when he needed more films, and since he bought no less than 30 every week he had stipulated some kind of contract with the owner, who of course couldn’t be happier with having such a client…

Brittnee’s thoughts about his father suddenly came to a stop when she heard the loud BANG! of the front door being closed. And then came more sounds: the TV had just been flipped off, Karlee was standing up from the sofa… steps on the stairs… running steps on the stairs to the first floor, where their room was…

She couldn’t do anything now: she had to stay in there and hope Karlee would never open that drawer. That didn’t seem to be a risk anyhow, since what Karlee probably was up to had nothing to do with drawers. Brittnee saw her coming into the room half-running, a happy expression on her face. Just as she heard dad’s car being ignited and the wheels steering on the ground, Karlee had run towards her and was throwing her arms around her neck.

"He left finally!"

At first Brit didn’t want that right now… but as she felt her little sister’s arms gripping her and the soft smell of her skin in her nostrils she totally changed her mind. She soon realised she wanted it bad, too.

"Lucky he ran outta film…"

Kar didn’t listen and brought her mouth to Brit’s face. She kissed both her cheeks and then moved to her mouth. "Forget luck…" she mumbled as she slowly pressed her lips to her sister’s. She lowered a hand and took something out of her pocket: three Kodak films.

A big smile lit up Brittnee’s face, and as Karlee threw the films down she flung her arms around her waist and gave her a huge kiss on her lips. They stood there silently, some shy sunbeams in a warm spring morning creeping through the half-opened window, a light breeze caressing their skin. Their lips touched once and never detached, their hands ran through each other’s hair and neck and seemed to never want to stop.

Brittnee and Karlee let that kiss linger on and on for what seemed like ages, but which was just a minute. A long, endless minute of pure sisterly love. Total linking, the ultimate contact. Two girls pressing their lips and their bodies together, two sisters, friends, lovers caring for each other and giving and taking never-felt before sensations. They had actually felt them so many times they couldn’t count no more, but it didn’t matter: whoever had said "everytime is like the first time" was damn right.

At last their kiss broke and they both sort of gasped for air. Karlee went for her sister’s ear and whispered "I love you" before kissing it. Brit stood still and inhaled the sweet perfume, so little-girl like in Kar’s hair. She loved it, it sent thrills running all through her body, even more than physical contact. She would have liked to smell that aroma forever, and she knew she could when she felt Karlee’s mouth descending from her ear and reaching her neck. It was their little signal, an unspoken rule: kissing each other on the mouth was normal, they did it not less than twenty times a day when dad didn’t look; but the neck was different, ’cause it was more passionate, more entertaining, more intimate… just more. If one kissed the neck, it meant she was ready for that more. If the other one stood still and didn’t reply, it meant she wanted it too.

And the most amazing thing about this little body language was that never had they spoken one single word about it. No need for talking about that. It was established. Innate.

Slowly but firmly Karlee took hold of Brittnee’s hand and led her to the bed. She seemed uncertain as to which of the two to choose – the girls had always slept in the same room and didn’t want to change – and at last she headed for her own.

Brittnee let her sister manuever her over the edge of the bed and onto the smooth covers. How come it was the younger one who ALWAYS led the game was beyond comprehension for her, but for once she loved not to be "in charge" of something. Karlee draped herself over her sister and their lips found again. Brit’s arms were trapped under Kar’s body, so she took them out as Kar shifted her weight from one side to the other to allow her to, never letting go of her lips and keeping on caressing her black hair. Brit felt a swarm of heat pass through her as she took her sister’s tongue in her mouth; she let her own hands wander about Karlee’s body, down onto the small of her back and lower, and lower again.

Then lower some more. She took the hem of Kar’s shirt and lifted it a bit, so she could touch the little girl’s skin. Its softness and tenderness made it feel like silk, waves of heat were radiating from it and almost burned Brit’s hand. She was a fire burning herself, and as she felt Karlee’s hands moving and gently grabbing onto her shoulders she made her way more and more down to her little sister’s plump bottom cheeks. The place she’d wished to explore since she saw her running through the doorway.

Brittnee recognised immediately the touch of those familiar shapes, the way they stood perfectly up and the way they were so smooth but also so rigid. She took hold of Karlee’s nates, each in one hand, and massaged slowly, very slowly around the same spots, feeling her way all through them and not wanting to miss one single inch.

Meanwhile, Karlee’s kiss had broken in dozens of little kisses, each short and very sweet, which went from Brit’s mouth to her eyes. She was kissing her all over her face, sweet and hot ten-year-old lips able to provoke such feelings in an eleven-years-old girl. It was beyond belief to Brit. She realised once more, if needed, how much she loved to be touched and explored by her sister. Yes, she herself liked to touch her bottom and run her hands all over her body, but most of all she cherished those moments when Karlee would caress every portion of her skin, along the arms and down to each hand, then up again to the chest and onto the little breast just starting to develop; way down to her always uncovered navel, where her tongue would rest a bit before her mouth moved on… and on, lower and lower to the point when the dress just needed to be lifted or the shorts needed to be tugged down. Treasure revealed, land discovered, and Karlee’s face would sink deeper and deeper until it’d reach the hottest spot… one moment of pure dazzling and confusion through the white cotton briefs, then it would move away down the legs, taking care of her whole legs, from thighs to knee-hollows and more, from knees to toes. White socks removed if necessary, a little tonguing against the sweet feet-skin…

And then she would come up again as a thundering rainstorm and their kees would start again. By then Brit would probably be half naked, and Karlee would work her way through the remaining clothes…

One more rapid storm and Brit found herself being turned over. She laid on her tummy and felt Kar starting to descend again, this time down her back. Brittnee rested her head on the covers and spread her half-bended arms on the bed, while Karlee pressed against each of her vertebras with her mouth and nose, kissing each, slowly working her way down to the coggix… which she finally found. Last piece of tissue in the way. Brittnee felt her own white cotton panties being slid down past her hips, then down her thighs and to the ankles, finally falling to the carpeted floor where they rested along with her shorts.

Karlee stormed up again and she found her most wanted treasure. Brit knew that she liked her bottom… but she didn’t know she was obsessed with it. She’d fallen in love with it two years before, watching Brit getting out of the shower, and then had always wanted to touch it and see it again and again. Since there was no modesty at all between them, she had had many chances to take at least a little glance every now and then… but when that happened, she had it laying there motionless, absolutely still. By pressing her ear against the warm skin she could feel blood running in the veins and Brit’s heartbeat. It was like it was breathing, like a being of its own, a living creature that just wanted to be touched and caressed and loved. And all that was love and all that was Brittnee fitted Karlee perfectly, so she had no trouble caressing it all over and over again, running her hands on the two hills and her fingers along the small crack that divided them. Ever so slowly, never rushing. Kissing here and there, feeling it with her face and sometimes raising herself up so she could see it completely.

Time passed always very slowly when they were together. Every second felt like forever, but on the other hand forever was never long enough. And most of all on that very same spring morning, when Brittnee and Karlee heard their father’s car pulling in the driveway and the engine stop!

A quick glance at the clock told them so much time had passed since Terry left, and a quicker glance to each other told them to get up and dress at lightspeed.

The last sleeve of Brittnee’s shirt was in its place one instant before Terry poked his head into the girls’ room and greeted happily. "Smile," he said.

They turned at him – they were on their beds pretending to read – and saw the Kodak click. "I’m back. Everything fine?"

"Huh huh…" muttered Brit.

"Good. I’ll be down in the dark room if you need me."

As he went out again, Brit and Kar exchanged one more look. And as Karlee said: "Oh, if he knew he’s just lost the most wonderful photo shoot of his life…" they both bursted into loud laughter.

part two
" NOT UNTIL NINE "

That very same night Brittnee and Karlee went to bed still laughing: one simple look was enough, and had been all day long, to make them fall down and laugh ’till they had enough, then start again. No joke had ever been funnier for them, and even if it wasn’t that funny they still found it irresistible due to the circumstances.

As they laid in bed with their pajamas – a white top-and-bottoms kind with drawings for Karlee, the same but purple for Brittnee, plus white socks – they still couldn’t stop giggling and talking through it again and again. Finally, after some minutes of eager waiting, Terry came upstairs to kiss them goodnight.

"Sorry, that film just didn’t wanna fit," he justified himself, but it was always the same motive and it was starting to get a little old: anyways, neither Brittnee nor Karlee did know what their father was really up to when in the dark room after dinner… surely not trying to make a simple film fit into a camera, he was too much of an expert for that. There had to be something else, something that they hadn’t found about. Yet.

Terry approached to Karlee’s bed and knelt beside it. "Goodnight, squirt," he said. She loved that nickname and giggled happily as he bent down and kissed her cheek and forehead. Then he went to Brit’s bed, and kissed the girl’s forehead and cheek. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

"’night, daddy." They both said. Terry stayed for one more second and looked at them, then shook his head sweetly and closed the door.

Brittnee and Karlee, well tucked in under the covers, immediately rose up and stood on their side, pointing on a bended arm and staring at each other. "What did that mean?" Karlee asked in a low voice.

"Dunno," whispered Brittnee. "But I think it’s because we’re his sweeties and he loves us and on and on and on…"

"Then why shaking his head…?"

"I guess it’s meant to be something good… you know, not disapproving."

"As to say ’oh no, they’re too beautiful for me’?"

"Right!" Brit said, and they both giggled again, covering her mouth and lowering her head on the pillows to avoid being heard.

As the laughing subsided, they rose up again and still looked at each other. They waited, silently, focusing on what was around them, the sounds most of all. There was complete silence in the room… in the whole house, actually, and in the neighbourhood too. But then they heard it: CLICK!

The dark room door closing. Terry in. They free.

They both took the initiative this time, getting up contemporairily and immediately running. They filled the gap between their beds in one flash and hugged. Their lips found each other again and never let go. Brittnee held Karlee very tight, and this time it was her who pushed her little sister down on her bed. She smelled the sweet little-girl aroma on her pillow as she laid the girl’s head on it and rested aside it. Their kiss continued, their hands dwelled on one another’s body, the touch fulfilling their palms and sending shivers of pleasure and excitement down their spines.

And a tingling sensation up their thighs and inside them. That very same sensation they had had for a while now. Brit was eleven and already a "grown-up girl", as her father had put it; and while Karlee still hadn’t experienced the development of her young body, she had been told everything by her big sister. Besides, she didn’t care much about that, not as long as she already felt those grown-up girl’s feeling inside and outside her. When Brittnee touched her – and boy, did she do it! – she trembled and felt weirder than ever; when her hand ran inside her panties she felt like she was in a place she could not reach in any other way, a place so scary and unbelievably beautiful that she had to return to every time she could.

There… it was happening again. As she laid on her own bed, Karlee felt her sister’s ever so delicate hand slip inside her pajama bottoms and reaching for that very spot. She used not to wear undergarments at night, so she felt the bony-but-soft hand of Brittnee’s rub directly against her bare skin. And that unexplicable feeling came up again.

Brit, on the other hand, felt and immediately loved the heat emanating from her sister. Some called it "pussy", others called it "cunt", and she knew part of it was named "clitoris", but none of them really cared: Brittnee and Karlee just called it with their own names. To touch you, most of the times meant to touch you sexually.

Karlee’s outer lips were puffy and hot, still very tender and not at all sore, innocent and unviolated although Brit had entered them oh so many times. Without going all the way down, because a girl at school had said it would hurt. As long as she knew, that could’ve been the biggest lie in the world, but she was too scared to hurt her little sister to try.

"Wait a sec…" Karlee said suddenly. But she was already breathing hard, gasping for air.

"Wha’?" said Brit, panting too.

"Dunno… never… never did it so fast…"

"No time for no game," said Brit. "Wann’it now."

They had always been playing a little before actually doing it. Things like kissing each other and touching and caressing and talking on tiptoes… those things they had just started to do that very same afternoon, and maybe that was why Brit immediately got to the end of it: they’d already played that day, now it was time for the real thing.

"Do it to me too," Brit said. "Please."

Karlee needn’t telling twice. While the hand inside her kept rubbing back and forth, right and left over her puffy lips, her own hand reached for Brittnee’s pajama bottoms and began searching for a way through. When it finally slid inside – it was dark in the room, the sisters couldn’t see a thing and had to touch each other to feel… which wasn’t a bad thing at all – it found the hot spot right away. It was slightly wet and so hot… but there was something in the way.

"Brit, you have panties?"

"Uh?" murmured Brittnee. Then she realised. "Damn… I forgot…"

"Oh no…" Karlee lamented, though she wanted to SCREAM for that blissful sensation amid her thighs.

"Wait, wait…"

And in one terrible instant Brit took her hand off of Kar’s sex. The girl felt deprived of such a treasure, but when she heard her sister fumbling with her clothes she understood she was taking off her panties to make her work easier. So she took that little gap of time and gabbed her own bottoms and slid them down to her knees. Brittnee had finally made it to take off her bottoms and panties, and soon crawled back over her sister. She kissed her on the mouth to reassure her and on the neck to make her understand she was starting again.

The same second her hand found Karlee’s sex, she felt her sister’s hand come in contact with hers. God, the feeling… god, the flood that ran through her body…

Double contact, double connection, double sharing. The two preteens’ bodies now slowly rocked back and forth, each on one another, pushing and pulling, their heads always close and their lips sometimes meeting each other. But it was an event and not a programmed thing, because their minds were fully absorbed in what their hands were doing.

Rubbing after sweet, delicate rubbing the heat grew stronger and stronger, to almost burn. And as the wetness grew with it, Brittnee and Karlee felt the strangest moisture of hot and cold, of dry and wet on each other’s sex. One finger was inserted into Karlee’s, and the girl let out a little moan of pleasure; then, not to Brittnee’s surprise, she returned the gesture and did the same, causing another moan.

Their parallel efforts made it finally in what seemed like an unending bliss, an apex of a rainbow, the explosion of many colors and electric bolts that from their thighs went straight into their head, like a river flooding everything on its way, like thunderstorm, like rain.

Brittnee and Karlee collapsedon each other after the sweetest seconds of their young lives. Maybe it hadn’t been different from all the other times they’d done it, but it certainly felt greater because to its immediateness.

Then, after a couple of minutes spent in bewilderment with their eyes staring at the blank ceiling, the sisters finally gazed at each other.

"I love you…" Karlee murmured through her gasping.

"I love you, sweetie," said Brittnee, and she leaned forward to land a kiss on Kar’s cheek. "I don’t know how could I ever live without you."

The smile faded from Karlee’s lips and her eyes suddenly watered. "Really…?" she said in a trembling voice, like she couldn’t believe her ears.

"Really," Brit whispered. She gave her sister one more kiss and then held tightly on to her, massaging her back and her naked bottom, feeling her, holding her closer than ever.

At last Kar separated from her sister, and after another kiss was ready to go back to her own bed. Brit watched her perfectly shaped round bottom… and then, with horror, saw that she was about to open the drawer!

She threw herself onwards as to stop her, and she reached for her hand and blocked her wrist just in time.

"What?" said Karlee, a little scared of that sudden movement.

"Er…" Brit thought hard to conjure up an excuse. "Nothin’. You can’t open that, Kar."

"I can’t… but why? You’re hiding me something? You’ve never hidden me something before…"

"Look, I…" she fought to find the words. "I’m not hiding anything, not in the true sense of word."

"Not in the… Oh, come on." She moved her hand as to open the drawer once again, but Brit stopped her anew.

"I said no, Karlee!"

The girl stood silent and stared at her straight in the eyes. One could feel the tension rising between them and filling the room. They could hardly see anything, even now that their eyes had used to the dim light, but they could surely see each other’s determined gaze.

"You’re keeping me out of it," said Karlee in a voice that sounded hurt but also angry. "You shouldn’t, what have I done wrong?"

"Nothing, Kar, nothing!" Brit’s face was reddening and she was trying the best she could not to make her sister fell put out. "Please believe me… Okay, I’ll tell you one thing: wait till tomorrow."

"I never!"

"Please, just tomorrow! Tomorrow morning at nine I’m telling you. Promise!"

Karlee raised her eyebrows. "At nine… what’s gonna happen at nine?"

"Can’t tell you now. Please, trust me…"

"I’m not sure if I can. You’re hiding something!"

"Yes, I am!"

"See?"

"But only until tomorrow morning!"

"You’re nuts…"

One little trouble was comin’ up to their young lives, anyhow, and it would enter their room much before "tomorrow at nine". In a pause between the screams they hadn’t realised they were doing, Brittnee and Karlee heard hard footsteps coming up the stairs.

They exchanged one panicked look, then realised they had their panties still pulled down! In a hurry they didn’t think they were capable of, they dressed again and scurried into bed. They had just laid down when Terry slammed the door open without even knocking.

"Hey, squirts," he said as he flipped the lights on. Brit and Kar made sleepy faces and pretended to wake up, but Terry just wouldn’t believe it. "Hey, don’t play that on me, I’m too old for this trick. You were arguing, and very aloud I would add."

"Arguing?" said Brittnee.

Terry shook his head and sat at the end of Brit’s bed. "Sorry to disappoint you, little lady, but if you think I’m stupid you’re mistaken. I am not."

The girls looked at each other again and then hanged their heads low. "What’s on?" said Terry. "I thought I had been clear: go - to - bed… what’s you don’t understand about these words?"

"It’s all her fault!" Karlee suddenly pointed a finger at her sister.

Brittnee reacted saying: "Her fault! She started!"

Terry dropped his head in his hands and shook it… what had he started? It would take ages to make them stop. He could’ve pulled them both out of bed and spanked the hell out of them, but he didn’t resort to corporal punishment if he wasn’t forced to. The matter was, was he?

"Girls… girls, please stop. Stop, right now!" he yelled.

"She’s hiding something!" said Karlee.

Brit shook her head and said: "You fool! It’s not something that might hurt you, you know!"

"See?" Kar said to Terry. "She’s hiding it, she is!"

"I - said - shut - up!!" Terry roared again.

Brittnee screamed: "You shut up, both of you! I’m sick of this!!"

A sudden silent fell onto the room. Karlee’s eyes were wide opena and stared alternatively at her sister and her dad, while Brittnee’s and Terry’s were gazing at each other non-stop. The elder sister had a worried look on her face: she knew she had just passed over a line clearly drawn on the ground, and seemed not to know how to take a step back.

"You…" said Terry, pointing a finger at her. "It’s okay to shut your sister up, I was trying to do it myself… but you’re not ALLOWED to treat me like that!!"

"Sorry, daddy…" said Brit in a very small voice. Her eyes started to water, she felt terribily humiliated and really, really sorry. And scared.

"NOT - ALLOWED!!" Terry stroke the last word and yelled even louder.

"Sorry… didn’ wan’ to…"

Then Terry made a weird expression, as though he was surprised: "Oh, really? But you did… Sorry, Brittnee," he mimicked. "I don’t want to SPANK you, but I’ll do it anyway!"

And with that he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

"No, daddy!!" screamt Brit, while Karlee watched in total amazement and fright but couldn’t move.

In a flash Terry had his oldest daughter draped across his knees, so that Brittnee’s feet were touching her pillow and her head and arms almost dangled over the end of the bed. She had been taken by surprise and was desperately trying to break away, but her moves were weak and unconvinced, so her father had no difficulty at all restraining her little body. He first pushed the small of her back with his left hand to keep her still, then circled her whole waist with the left arm to totally restrain her. And then, to Karlee’s horror and despite Brittnee’s ever-growing pleads of mercy, he brought his right hand down on his daughter’s bottom cheeks.

SPANK!!

The first hit sounded like the hammer of god, or at least this was the feeling Brit had as dozens of stings lit up in her bottom, making it itch like crazy. She pleaded in her high-pitched voice and tried to struggle, but to no avail.

SPANK!! CRACK!! WHACK!!

The spanks rained down at a very fast pace and with so much strenght that Brit thought she couldn’t stand one more second; the following second, she was thinking the same thing, and this for one full minute.

CRACK!! SMACK!! WHACK!! SPANK!! SMACK!! CRACK!! WHACK!! SMACK!!

"Waaaaaahhh!!! Daddy, no… Bwaaaah!!"

They fell like crazy on her pajama bottoms that despite the panties didn’t offer much protection as Brittee’s bum was upturned and the tissue was stretched. By the twentieth spank her bottom really started to sting and she was screaming so loud and bawling like a little baby that someone would’ve thought Terry was murdering the poor child ^* .

More and more Terry beated his daughter, and only when his hand burned maybe more than Brit’s bottom he stopped. He left the child’s waist and let her hands massage her chastised bum. In the other bed, Karlee was fighting to keep back tears as she watched horrified.

Then, in a rapid gesture, Terry took Brittnee again and lifted her up. He crossed the room and pur her down, just to put her face against the wall in a corner.

"Ten minutes, then to bed. Karlee, watch it: if she moves, you get it, got it?"

The kid nodded fearfully. Terry nodded back, and then he turned back to Brit and did something he had never done before after their spanking… he pulled down Brit’s pj’s and panties and SPANK!!! gave another very loud and very strong smack to her poor bottom, making the poor kid yell and cry some more, if possible. Never in the past had he done that: the few times he beated Brit and Kar with their clothes on, and that was one of them, he never lowered them after the spanking. That was strange, weird… but made Brit feel terribly ashamed and humiliated, and therefore that last spank hurt like crazy on the nude.

At last Terry left the room, leaving a scared Karlee and a crying, desperately sobbing Brittnee.

Complete silence, broken only by the little girl’s shrieks, found the sisters still and speechless. Karlee couldn’t stop looking at Brit’s bottom, which was of a dark pink even if compared to her olive-colored skin. She imagined that if she had gotten it like that, her pale skin would be glowing RED by now. And he didn’t even strip her…

"Brit… all right?"

"Shut up!" she screamt from the corner. Karlee bit her lower lip and never tried to comfort her again. She stood still on her bed, watching her and weeping silently, big tears going down her sweet face.

Ten minutes later she said: "Brit, it’s over. Ten minutes have…"

The girl suddenly turned around, took on her panties and pj’s again and headed straight to bed without even looking at her. She tucked herself in and turned off the lights.

She cried herself to sleep with a fire in her bottom and at the tune of Karlee’s muffled crying.

part three
" OLD, BORROWED AND BLUE "

Morning sun found two very sore and very sorry sisters.

Karlee had sore eyes and was mortified for what she had done, Brittnee had a sore bottom and was mortified for having made her sister feel so guilty.

So, as she opened her eyes and saw that she was already awake, got off the bed and reached for her in a flash.

"Oh, I’m sorry," Brit said. "I shouldn’ta treated you like that…"

"No, I’m sorry," Karlee replied. "You wouldn’t have been spanked if it wasn’t for me."

"Oh, no matter… I got it worse than that, and you too."

Karlee smiled, and the sisters found relief in a sweet, warm morning embrace. Day was dawning outside, first sparkles of yellowish sunbeams starting to light the garden and the house. As she separated from her sister, not before kissing her passionately on the lips, Brittnee approached the window and looked through the glass. No one was awake in the neighborhood, and since it was Sunday no one would probably be for hours. A quick glance at the clock reminded her it was half past eight and that soon it was going to be nine am.

Why? What’s gonna happen at nine?, Karlee had asked the night before. Brit smiled silently as she thought back and thrilled in anticipation. And as a hand automatically went back to rub the last sting off of her bottom, she couldn’t help but thinking that was probably going to be the best day in their entire lives.

Brittnee had noticed Karlee had cast an eye on the drawer as first thing after they detached, but also noticed she hadn’t said a word and kept her mouth shut. Poor baby, she thought, she must be really sorry for earning me a spankin’. But Brit herself wasn’t so sorry after all: as it happened every single time when she or her sister – or most likely both! – got punished, it was awful while it lasted and then left sort of a bittersweet emotion. After some minutes or maybe a whole hour most of the sting would go away, and when the pain subsided more feelings surfaced and those weren’t as bad. Delicate rubs and some scratching were enough to keep the sting out of the nates, and that sensation so peculiar started to appear and seemed not to fade: Brit called it "the punished little girl’s very last sorority. You know," she’d eventually explained to Kar after many requests. "When you feel you are guilty and did deserve it after all but you still have a little anger deep inside. It’s a conflict and you can’t make it up. It’s… you know… sorta sweet."

Karlee agreed all the way, and most of the nights the sisters had got it together they probably had ended up sleeping in the same bed and "makin’ out" for several hours. That fully showed Brit’s theory was true indeed. And that spring morning was in no way different… well, actually there was a big difference: it was Sunday, and that probably meant shooting. Not shooting hoops, not shooting guns or shooting stars (!), but photo-shooting. As he would wake up, and that would be no sooner than eleven, Terry would ask them if they felt like taking some pics and they would of course say "yes, daddy!" and they’d all invent some funny subject to dwell on.

But all of that wouldn’t happen before eleven, and as Brittnee had stated so strongly the night before, 9am would be a very important time.

Her little sister Karlee spent most of the time in the bathroom, having a shower ("No, Brit, you can’t have a shower with me ALL the times!"), pretending not to look at the watch every minute or so. But inside she was DYING of anticipation. Not a time, not a single time in her life Brittnee had been hiding something to her for so long. Everything she had she shared it with her, every feeling and emotion, all the pains and the sorrow, the sweetness, the excitement. Love. Why was that different? What was that she was hiding so carefully? Kar was starting to develop some fear along with the anticipation… what if it wasn’t a good thing? Maybe Brit would open the drawer and a nasty mosnter would come out of it and bit her ass… or beat her ass, if it was a PADDLE!

She tried to cast those fears away as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a washcloth to wrap her body in and gathered her hair in a towel, then walked to their room, careful not to make loud noises that might wake Terry up.

Brittnee was still looking outside the window – she’s so thoughtful… maybe it’s some recurrence I have forgotten… but what? –, still dressed in her pajama and her hand still rubbing her bottom. As she headed for her own bed, Karlee couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation amid her thighs at the view of her sister’s perfectly shaped, round and soft nates. She shook her head and tried to cast her excitement away, then stood by her bed and removed the washcloth and started to dry her body.

She didn’t know, but in the window glass Brittnee saw her nude figure bending over and moving around as it was dried. She too felt that sensation, and she too managed not to run for Karlee and embrace her and make a passionate love to her. She just turned around and watched her as she dried herself off, the soft towel passing every inch of her body… she herself couldn’t have done better with her hands! Karlee noticed her watching and said: "Enjoyin’ the show, huh?" with a grim on her face. Brittnee just nodded thoughtfully, and Kar said: "Heck, mind your own business, you curious girl!"

"I am," said Brit. "You’re my own business. My very, very own."

Kar laughed a bit. Wouldn’t it also be funny, it would have been very sweet and loving. As she thought just how lucky she was to have been born in such a wonderful family, the clock on Brit’s dresser rang. The girl ran for it and turned it off so Terry wouldn’t hear it. Then she sat on the bed and again watched her naked sister drying off. And then she began…

Karlee, on the other end of the room, dared not turn around or make any comment aloud. It was nine, that was sure… and she was dying to know what was cooking. Though sure Brit would tell her in a second, she couldn’t stand the anticipation no more… she had to ask… she just had to…

She suddenly turned around, still bare naked, and opened her mouth. "Brit, would you…?"

But the words died in her mouth as she saw her sister nude as the day she was born, kneeling on her bed and leaning towards her. A few inches separated their faces now, and their breaths grew faster and harder as second after slow, damn slow second passed by.

Then, finally, Brittnee voiced her most unspeakable joy and Karlee’s most eagerly awaited news: "Do you know what happened on March the 11th, at nine o’clock in the morning… one year ago?"

Karlee’s face fell. She didn’t. But it sounded so important for Brit she didn’t have the courage to say so. Her mind ran through all the birthday she knew and all of the main events of their lives that had something to do with a date… but just couldn’t find it.

At last she shook her head no, mortified. But Brittnee wasn’t angry or even disappointed: she just smiled and nodded, then turned around – oh, what a sight… – and reached for the drawer. After what seemed ages for Karlee, she opened it and took THAT out of it. It was a small package… no, just a simple piece of white tissue that wrapped an object. It was three objects, actually. Kar stared at them and couldn’t realise… But a big hammer stroke her when she finally did.

Just in front of her eyes there was a ruined piece of wool with the letters "B & K" on it: Brittnee and Karlee’s mother had given it to them when they were very young, not long before she passed away. Then there was a small statue, a tiny crystal-made elephant that Kar recognised as one of Terry’s most cherished remainders of their mother. And finally a light feather, one of those the sisters had been collecting since they were three. And it was coloured in blue paint.

Something old, something borrowed, something blue.

"What…" Karlee could hardly speak.

"Now listen to me."

"Brit…"

"No, just listen, please. Exactly one year ago you and I were kissing for the first time. I know, we haven’t written it anywhere in case dad read our diaries, but that date still shines in my mind like a lighthouse. Some days ago I realised that the person I love the most in the whole wide world is not dad, not even mom… but you. It is you, Karlee. And I know you love me just the same way. Don’t tell me how, I just… well, know it. Just as I know that if I were ten years older and if you too were ten years older, we could establish an unbreakable bond between us. Look, this is surely not going to have any value for the law and stuff, but it has for us: I believe two people who are in love should spend their lives together, and we already do that for we live in the same house… but I wanted to make it somehow clearer, somehow… official. I want our love to be spoken and I want to tell everybody about it."

There was a calculated pause. Tears were streaming down both Brittnee’s and Karlee’s faces.

"Karlee. Would you marry me?"

It was one cherished moment in their lives they would be recalling forever. The sum of all fears, the apex of all their love and friendship, the highest in their relationship as sisters, friends and lovers. Karlee just couldn’t stop crying nor she wanted to, and somehow didn’t manage to take her eyes off of Brittnee’s face.

But she raised a hand. And she brought it to her sister’s soft cheek. Brit closed her eyes and leaned on it, sweetly caressing it with her face. When her eyes were wide open again, she saw Karlee nodding.

She smiled, fulfilled with emotions hard to describe even for those who experience them. In that state of total bliss the sisters were sharing, they leaned forward and kissed each other on the lips.

They leaned even more and fell on the bed.

The three objects and the small piece of tissue that wrapped them fell to the floor.

– THE END –

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