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Oh, to have my little sister in my arms again. I hunched my hips up driving my cock up into her wet puss. Her heels on the backs of my thighs dug in as her hips hunched down to meet me. Estelle squirmed on the thin film of sweat between our torsos, warm breath gushed on my neck from her curly head under my chin. The soft excited squeaks started that announced she was about to cum. I exploded too, spurting cum into her hot clutching puss. Her pleasure lasted longer than mine. I huffed and clutched her tightly until our breathing was regular. "You still have time to slip back into your bedroom." I whispered. Her answer was to squirm and hold me tighter. We had argued during the night about keeping our sexual activities from our new foster parent. Estelle thought we had been placed with a pervert so it didn't matter. I wasn't so sure but I defer to her on matters like this. She's been right more often than me. The morning of our first day in our new foster parent's home had dawned. We had arrived last evening. Estelle had slipped into my bed during the night through the connecting bathroom. We hadn't slept much. This was our first time together in almost three months. Estelle had been slipping and often fleeing into my arms since we were babies. Many were the nights we spent shivering together in closets and under beds while first our drunken parents, then our drunken mother and a string of drunken "uncles" fought over money or whisky. Our pajamas had been shed for warm reassuring skin contact when I was six and Estelle four. It was obvious where my stiff little cock was supposed to go even without the ready knowledge gained from adult insults to one another. Two weeks after I started spurting cum into my sister's puss an "uncle" beat our mother to death in a drunken rage. I was twelve and Estelle ten. I cried for our mother, she had fed us relatively regular and let us escape to school. Estelle couldn't even do that. She hated being less important than whisky. We were familiar to the welfare agencies. Initial foster care for us was a state juvenile detention facility, our home for the last three months. I talked with my sister through a wire fence. Our mother's parents were aged and didn't want anything to do with their errant daughter's children. Our father was nowhere to be found. A Mrs. Georgia Sewell had appeared as a possible foster parent for us. I had no indication we were under consideration until we were standing before a welfare official's desk and he said the magic words, "You and your sister" have a foster parent. The next day we were together again. "Hey, you're awake, wha'cha doing?" Mrs. Sewell's five-year-old daughter Suzy grinning at us from the doorway had been a kind of pleasant surprise yesterday. "Loving my brother a little bit." Estelle returned sleepily. "Oh," Suzy returned, "Wanna play barbies? Breakfast is ready too." "Uh Huh," Estelle returned, We'll be right there in a minute." "I can see his thing stuck in you." Suzy sniggered as she closed the door. "Estelle," I grumped as we cleaned up and dressed in the bathroom, "She's gonna tell her mother. You wanna run for it now?" "Not yet," Estelle smiled, "I think I'm right. We might know for sure in about two minutes." The bald-faced audacity of my little sister astounds me constantly. Breakfast with Mrs. Sewell, Suzy and my sister started well. They jabbered about whatever crossed their minds and I ate. A smiling young light-brown skinned woman served. Mrs. Sewell was obviously wealthy, probably more so than I could imagine. Estelle and Suzy fled the breakfast table to play Barbie. Mrs. Sewell smiled and directed her jabber toward me. I nodded and smiled in return where I though it was appropriate. "They were wrong about you," She offered, "you are not sullen but I do wish you would say something." "Are you a pervert?" I asked. "Yes," She replied promptly then smiled wirily, "Thanks for those very first words. I now know that you and your little sister confide." Mrs. Sewell was out of my range of experience with adult women. No others I had known sat with regal erect assurance or looked like they were models stepped briefly from television commercials. She had bland clear hazel eyes that met mine without blinking. "Is that all?" She queried. I nodded. She had answered my question. I now only needed to know when Estelle wanted to split. "You don't want to know if I'm going to stop you from fucking your little sister?" She asked evenly. "No mam," I replied, "Estelle said that you would have done that last night when you checked up on us." "I thought I was discreet," She sighed, "OK, do you want to know if I'm going to continue letting you fuck your little sister?" I shook my head this time. She wanted to deal. I wasn't sure there was anything to deal about yet. "Do you want ANYTHING?" She flustered. She waited a long time for me to respond. The remains of breakfast on the table were scrumptious to pick through but my belly was full. Estelle and Suzy appeared as the maid was refilling Mrs. Sewell's coffee cup. "Billy's being stubborn." Estelle grinned. "How can you tell?" Suzy chirped. "Look at his face." Estelle returned. The five-year-old came over to study my face gravely, her big eyes were more blue than hazel like her mother's. Estelle grinned at Mrs. Sewell. "Doesn't he just drive you nuts?" Estelle sniggered. "The social workers would screech at him. That doesn't work either." "Thank you." Mrs. Sewell chuckled dryly. "She wants to deal." I said to Estelle. "Dealing with just him is a no-no," Estelle smiled at Mrs. Sewell, "We deal together, not alone." "Estelle wants to see the pool." Suzy perked, "You wanna see it too, Billy?" I sure did. Mrs. Sewell followed behind me as I followed Estelle following Suzy racing ahead urging us to hurry. There were two pools. The building behind the outdoor pool I had seen from my bedroom window not only contained dressing rooms but also a long narrow indoors pool for year-round laps. "Can we go swimming, mama?" Suzy cheered, "Is it long enough after breakfast?" "Not quiet, sugar," Mrs. Sewell returned, "But you may if you play in the shallow water." Suzy cheered and pulled her dress over her head. In pale pink cotton panties she held her dress in one hand and grinned at Estelle. "I tol'ja we don't haf'ta wear clothes." She chided Estelle. Estelle glanced at Mrs. Sewell and pulled her dress over her head while Suzy peeked at me as she sawed panties down her chubby legs. I gawked at her. It looked like a lopsided heart had been drawn with red magic marker on her bald mons. Estelle sniggered as she pushed down her panties. Her bald moms sported the same adornment. "Our pussy hair is gonna wash off." Estelle grinned at Suzy. "We'll haf'ta draw on some more." Suzy chirped. "Blue this time?" Estelle queried. Suzy shrugged as she watched me curiously. Estelle grinned beside her. Mrs. Sewell had collected girl's dresses and folded them over her arms as she stood over and behind them. She watched me with Estelle's panties coiled in long slim fingers under her nose. I groaned and pulled my tee over my head. Estelle knelt on one knee to untie one of my sneakers. Suzy saw her and bent over to tug at the other lace. I thought they had a cat somewhere at first but it was Mrs. Sewell mewing when she reached out to take my tee. I toed off my sneakers and gave her my jeans then my jockey shorts. Estelle pulled off my socks when I lifted my feet. "Billy's got some real pussyhair." Suzy perked. "Uh Huh." Estelle agreed. Mrs. Sewell cleared her throat and swallowed. "Does it stick out like that all the time?" Suzy frowned. "Uh Huh." Estelle giggled. "Let's go swimming." Suzy raced for the outdoor pool. My sister was still giggling as she skipped after her. I followed quickly also. Mrs. Sewell was sniffing my shorts now. I wished my little sister would hurry up and make up her conniving mind. The state's law had proscribed this fate for us. It was obvious to this twelve-year-old that we might be better off on the Street. The pool was refreshingly cool in the bright morning sunshine. When Suzy got over her surprise that Estelle and I didn't know how to swim they played Dunk Billy. Suzy was delighted to have the advantage of knowing how to swim because I didn't have the advantage of keeping to water that was over their heads. They ganged up on me. Fending off Suzy meant that I had to keep moving. Estelle bounced in water up to her chin. She became an island that Suzy could retreat to and catch her breath before she came splashing after me again. The maid came out and traded a stack of towels to Mrs. Sewell for our clothing while we churned up the pool. Suzy finally maneuvered me close enough for Estelle to leap out and lock her arms around my neck and legs around my hips. My hard cock throbbed between her soft warm belly and mine. She gets a kick out of squirming on me. Sniggering Suzy hung onto a shoulder as I waded toward shallower water to be duly dunked. I sputtered to the surface and I found I had two warm slippery bodies to contend with. I collapsed on the concrete steps out of the pool. The back of my head was on the top step and my butt on the third, my arms full of naked squiggling girls that were difficult to turn loose. Mrs. Sewell was above and behind me. I could hear her breathing. I cupped Estelle's firm bare bun in one hand in familiar comfort, that where my hand belonged. Suzy's soft little buns found my other hand and squiggled imperatively demanding that she be given every consideration given to my sister. Estelle caught my leg between her smooth warm legs comfortably and squirmed her puss on my thigh. Suzy clamped chubby legs around the other. "You wanna feel it?" Estelle grinned at Suzy Suzy didn't need any more invitation. Warm little fingers closed around my cock. Estelle and Suzy giggled. I squirmed and groaned. "Oh God." Mrs. Sewell gasped softly. "It feels funny." Suzy giggled. "Does he really pee out of it?" "Uh Huh," Estelle affirmed, "We'll watch him sometimes." Mrs. Sewell mewed. I heard her distinctly this time. "Pee for us, Billy," Suzy perked. "This is a swimming pool, Suzy." I groaned. "I pee in the pool all the time." Suzy returned blankly. "He can't pee when it's hard like this." Estelle sniggered. Estelle's hand had joined Suzy's on my cock. She knows just how to squeeze my cock. I gasped. Mrs. Sewell gasped harshly too. I rose up and turned my head. The folded towels were in a rumpled pile on the pool edge. Mrs. Sewell was trotting awkwardly toward the kitchen door. It looked like she was holding her crotch. "Mama's gotta pee." Suzy affirmed. "I guess so," Estelle snickered. Suzy snickered also. Hotness flooded my thigh between her legs. I groaned again. "Are you peeing on my brother," Estelle sniggered. "Uh Huh." Suzy grinned back. Estelle wiggled fingers between Suzy's puss and my thigh and snickered at the hot stream. Suzy snickered as Estelle felt her up. "Scoot up," Estelle urged me quickly, "I want to show her how you squirt." As I heaved my butt up a step with Suzy watching interestedly in my arm Estelle slipped down. When my cock cleared water her hand was stroking evenly. It only took about four strokes. I squawked and spurted glistening strings of cum up into the morning sunshine. Suzy squeaked in delight, clapping her hands. -//- I scrubbed my head with a fluffy towel. Estelle knelt to help Suzy get dry, chuckling as she dabbed at the remains of the painted pussy hair on Suzy's mons. "I nearly freaked when I saw that." I grinned. "So did I when Suzy showed me," Estelle sniggered. "Suzy's smarter than she acts." Suzy beamed under Estelle's hands and praise. "You didn't tell your mother that you saw Billy's thing in me this morning, did you?" Estelle grinned at Suzy "Huh Uh," Suzy returned solemnly. "Let's go find your mother." Estelle snickered. Wrapped in fluffy towels we traipsed into the kitchen just as Mrs. Sewell entered from the hallway. She was serene and fully composed enough to make me wonder if I actually saw her sniffing my shorts. "Hi Kids," She perked, "It looked like you had a nice swim. What else would you like to do today? Billy and Estelle, why don't you chose?" Bingo, opportunity had arrived. I raised my hand also raising the hem of the towel I was wrapped in. "Wow!" Suzy chirped, "It's hard again." Mrs. Sewell's dark eyelashes fluttered. "Can we go by where we used to live?" Estelle queried for me, "There's something there that Billy and I want." "Sure." Mrs. Sewell agreed. Dressed and in Mrs. Sewell's big car Estelle explained that our "Secret Stuff" wasn't in the house but buried in the backyard of our former home. We could slip in and dig it up and return in a jiffy. I pointed out that the long black Mercedes we were riding in wasn't exactly common in our old neighborhood. Suzy followed our exchange with her mother peeking around the front bucket seat with wide excited eyes. It was a buried treasure hunt come to life for her. When the Mercedes was parked in the lot of a convenience store two blocks from our old home, I piled out the door with Estelle right behind me. As I turned in the alleyway Suzy was racing to catch Estelle's hand. Mrs. Sewell was standing in her car door with an anxious expression. I walked quickly down the connecting alleyways, affecting a nonchalant face and occasional whistle to Suzy's delight as she skipped besides Estelle sniggering at us. The old house still looked deserted. There were tatters of yellow plastic police barriers on the fence. We slipped into the backyard and my fears that efficient police had found our secret stuff evaporated. A minute of clawing in loose dirt, a moment to chide Suzy for excited squeaks and we were gone from that place for good. Mrs. Sewell had slowly crept one of the blocks down the alleyway in the long black Mercedes, frantic eyes searching for us, white knuckled hands clutching the steering wheel. "Put the pedal to the metal, mom." Suzy ordered crisply as we scrambled in. Mrs. Sewell inched up in my estimation. The fellows at the juvenile detention center had assured me that skilled get-away drivers were valuable people. -//- "This is me and Billy on my first day of school." Estelle chirped. The snapshot was passed to Suzy for contemplation. There wasn't much in the mason jar. Snapshots of us without parents, ticket stubs from a truly fine visit to a theme park once and a few other scraps of paper. The three hundred fifty-four dollars and seventy-five cents was intact. Our fruit from years of errands ran, yards mowed and pilfering from parents and uncles. It didn't register with Mrs. Sewell until we were trooping from garage on the back patio. She stopped abruptly and turned toward Estelle and I. "That's your run-away money!" She squeaked. I didn't say anything. Estelle nodded with a smile. Suzy grabbed Estelle's hand. Cool composure returned to Mrs. Sewell and we continued our troop. "You couldn't get very far on three hundred dollars," She remarked. "We'd get by," Estelle shrugged, "Billy can be really sneaky." I hung my head modestly when she glanced at me. "Are you gonna run away?" Suzy asked Estelle, her face scrunched up in distress. "Maybe not," Estelle grinned at her, "It's more fun playing with you right now." Suzy was relieved but still had questions. "Can I go with you?" She queried expectantly. That caused Mrs. Sewell to stumble and anxious eyes to search our faces again. "Sure," Estelle nodded. Late lunch awaited us. Served again by the smiling maid. Food appearing at regular intervals and ready to eat was still kind of unsettling to me. Food settling in my belly eliminated most of the discomfort. Again Mrs. Sewell, Suzy and Estelle chattered brightly. Mrs. Sewell was fishing for some inkling of what was going on in our heads. Estelle revealed or retained inklings seemingly at whim but politely. It was something I couldn't do well. Mrs. Sewell sometimes talked over her daughter's head and that irritated Estelle. I thought Suzy was sharper than her mother gave her credit for too. We had a visitor after lunch. A professionally cheerful lady that would tutor Estelle and I for the school we had missed so that we might be at grade level when school started again. All explained to us for the first time to us as we smiled and shook hands. "Will you kids excuse us?" Mrs. Sewell smiled, "You can go swimming again if you want." "No." Estelle returned calmly. Mrs. Sewell and the tutor lady had to halt their turning away to study Estelle. "We'll come listen." Estelle nodded. The contents of the tutor ladies bulging briefcase was spread across a glass coffee table in a living room so white it hurt my eyes. Mrs. Sewell and the tutor lady sat on a white leather sectional sofa opposite Suzy, Estelle and I on our knees in a luxurious white rug. The tutor lady selected a stack of papers from the neat piles arrayed on the table and frowned at me when I selected my stack. "Billy and Estelle both performed well above grade level in public school..." The tutor lady began in a professional drone. My stack of papers were the blank answer sheets for tests that I refused to take while in the juvenile detention center. Test taker's comments were on the back. Boy, I was one truly obstinate kid. That word appeared in every comment. I very carefully returned neatly stacked papers where I had found them. I still only got frowns while I perused the stacks of papers. Most were school papers and progress reports. All were photocopies. Estelle had questions about the private school Mrs. Sewell had selected for us. Acid seeped into Estelle's tone when she asked if we had any choice. She's real touchy about stuff like that. I found something interesting in the health reports. Estelle was found to be sexually active during her health exam and that was duly reported to and acknowledged by a stamped reference number. There were no other comments about it in the papers I scanned. I sat back and nodded appropriately as Mrs. Sewell got a real lesson in dealing with my little sister. The question would Suzy be going to the same school as us moved Suzy into our camp neatly. I was willing to bet that Mrs. Sewell knew the results of Estelle's health report. I whished I knew exactly what a pervert was. Wrangling continued between Mrs. Sewell, tutor lady and Estelle until Suzy's head tilted against Estelle's arm. "Naptime for you, sweety." Mrs. Sewell smiled. Suzy immediately protested but Estelle interceded. "The school looks OK," Estelle shrugged, "Naptime for us too." Estelle and Suzy fled to prepare for naptime. Tutor lady began gathering up her papers. I went to my bedroom. Estelle's bedroom was empty so she was probably with Suzy. I pulled my book on the oil crisis from my duffle, shed my jeans, fluffed up a pillow and reclined on the bed in shorts and tee to continue my review. Dealing with the world is simple. You just figure out what's happening and make sure you are not there when the shit hits the fan. The oil crisis was going to be one huge pile of shit hitting one huge fan and difficult to evade. Today I was nodding after a page or two. Oil crises are good for naps too. "Billy reads while I nap with him." Estelle announced as she pushed open the hall door. Suzy followed her. Both were only in panties. Estelle scrambled onto the bed and Suzy followed, snuggling against my sides like Estelle. They had left the hall door open. Mrs. Sewell passed glancing in. She came by twice more before I was snoozing like Estelle and Suzy. Warm little fingers woke me. Suzy had my cock out of my jockeys and was testing my glans with gentle squeezes. Estelle was braced up on one elbow watching Suzy. Sure enough, Mrs. Sewell was in the hall watching with wide eyes too. "When its inside me like you saw this morning," Estelle grinned, "I squirm and wiggle and it will squirt inside me like you saw at the pool. It's called fucking." Mrs. Sewell's gasp was audible. "That's a nasty word." Suzy sniggered, "Is that really what it means." "Uh Huh." Estelle nodded. "Can I rub it like you did and make him squirt again?" Suzy perked. "Uh Huh," Estelle agreed. "Billy's cock is lot's of fun. We better go in the bathroom though, it's pretty messy sometimes." Estelle gave me a kiss and so did Suzy but she doesn't run her tonguetip along my lower lip like Estelle does. "Hi mom!" Suzy chirped, "Wanna see Billy's stuff squirt out too? It's really, really neat." Evidently she did. She came to the bathroom door and watched as Estelle revealed the finer points of jacking me off. Suzy learned quickly. Estelle showed her how to rub the bar of soap on thumb, web of hand and first finger then held the bar of soap for Suzy to carefully soap both hands like Estelle had instructed. The correct amount of water was dropped on my glans. Estelle demonstrated the proper motions. Suzy slicked the warm circle of fingers over my glans watching carefully from the corners of her eyes with her head averted. My little sister clamped her arms around my torso, her panty crotch scrubbing against my thigh, her legs angled opposite from mine. A familiar position for us, the way she usually jacks me off one handed. Her counter braced legs keep me from falling on my ass. Suzy had found rhythm in four strokes. My little sister started squeaking like she does when she's cumming. That meant I had to keep her from falling on her ass. I hugged her tighter and locked my knees. Suzy's busy fingers were beginning to tug on my glans from drying. The huge dollop of hot spit landed exactly where it was needed. My eyes followed a glistening trail up to Mrs. Sewell's lower lip. Then I shot a wad that splattered on the mirror over the sink. Suzy was thrilled at Estelle's praise. That was the futherest she had ever seen me squirt. I wavered and struggled for breath in Estelle's arms. Mrs. Sewell breathlessly told us that we were beautiful. Suzy asked her if we could go swimming again. We could, until suppertime. We did. Suzy started swimming lessons for Estelle and I. Both little hands lifting up on my belly while she chanted the motions for me to make back and forth across the pool. Mrs. Sewell watched us with fluffy towels folded across her arms from the edge of the pool again. We played too. Suzy liked to squirm on me too. Estelle showed her neat ways to do it. Suppertime was on the patio next to the pool. It appeared there as we clambered from the pool. The dark haired maid was pouring lemonade. Damn, I wished Estelle would quit playing around. I could get used to this. We wrapped fluffy towels around hips and scrambled into chairs around a glass-topped table I had previously thought was an ornament of some kind. "What kind of pervert are you?" Estelle asked Mrs. Sewell before she stuffed a fork full of salad in her mouth. "I like children." She returned quietly. "You just like to watch us do sexy stuff?" I mumbled over the sandwich about to disappear into my mouth. She looked at me and said yes then looked at Estelle and said no. That didn't seem to bother Suzy watching the conversation with wide eyes and ears. "Suzy," I whispered to her, "your mom's a nutcase." "Uh Huh." Suzy nodded. "If it's OK with you," I shrugged, "I guess it's OK with me." "Why did you pick us?" Estelle asked Mrs. Sewell. "I wanted a sister and brother." Suzy answered. "Because you were both beautiful and bright and you were fucking." Mrs. Sewell answered also. Suzy considered her mother's answer and shrugged her shoulders. "I never told them who I was fucking." Estelle said quietly. "They assumed it was the man that murdered your mother." Mrs. Sewell returned. Nobody told me that. Estelle made a sour face at the news. "I only had to look at you two together to know that wasn't true." Mrs. Sewell added, "you touch each others like lovers." -//- My sister still hadn't made up her mind when I was toweling off my butt in the shower while she perched on the toilet trimming her toenails. "You like it here." I accused gently. "Yeah," She sighed, "So do you." My sister and Mrs. Sewell had talked a lot after supper, mostly about school. Mrs. Sewell perched on an ottoman in their den watching us on another silky white rug. I read a little more on the oil crises after Estelle found out she wasn't particularly religious. That was the only perversion I knew anything about. Suzy practiced squirming on me. Not one word had been said about our continued nakedness. Suzy had a little cum rubbing her puss on my right buttock. Her mother gasped again and left the room holding her crotch. My snickering sister showed Suzy how to get another on the back of my neck. The short hairs tickle. "Sit down and stick out your foot." Estelle ordered. I sat on the edge of the tub and stuck out my foot. She started trimming my toenails. Suzy charged in with a damp head wearing only an orange heart painted on her mons and orange and blue magic markers in one fist. She studied Estelle snipping at my toes for a moment, checked my cock, it was hard as usual and that was evidently to her satisfaction, so she returned to watch Estelle. Her mother entered our bathroom in a shiny quilted robe carrying a hairbrush. Wordlessly she started brushing my sister's and Suzy's damp curly heads dry. "Mama said I could sleep with you and Billy." Suzy perked, "Is that OK with you?" "Uh Huh," Estelle returned, "We're gonna do sexy stuff, is that OK with you?" Mrs. Sewell turned toward me with the hairbrush. Hairbrushes in the hands of any female but my little sister freak me out for some reason. And this woman was a self-admitted pervert too. "Uh Huh," Suzy agreed quickly, "Can we make him squirt again? Can Mama watch us?" Estelle hesitated. "Please." Mrs. Sewell asked softly. Estelle nodded. Pervert hairbrushes linger. Fingers smooth hair lovingly. Kinda like my little sister does it. "What color do you like?" Suzy presented the magic markers. Estelle liked orange too. She stood with her pelvis thrust forward while Suzy squatted and carefully decorated her mons. Mrs. Sewell watched with arms folded across her chest, one hand still holding the hairbrush. It trembled when she shivered. "I have a really big bed," Mrs. Sewell offered hesitatingly. She sure did. It had a canopy too. With a huge mirror attached over the bed. I gawked at myself kneeling with my face upward. Suzy demonstrated the beds superior bounce. Estelle squirmed on the silky shiny bedspread. Mrs. Sewell perched on the edge, hands folded in her lap, eyes glowing kinda funny like. Estelle tugged on my cock to get my attention then patted where she wanted me to lie. "Want me to show you another way to make him squirt that he really likes?" Estelle perked, "It doesn't make a big mess." Suzy did. She dropped to her knees at my hips opposite Estelle, her warm little fingers joining my sister's stroking my cock. "Wha'cha gonna do?" Suzy perked. "Suck on it." Estelle sniggered. Suzy tilted her head to consider Estelle's announcement. Her mother quickly rolled onto hands and knees and scrambled over the bed closer to us, even white teeth gripping lower lip. She was mewing softly again too. Estelle slurped my glans in her hot wet mouth. I reacted as I always do, whining hopelessly while I squirm. That got a delighted snigger from Suzy. Her mother's mouth opened, the lower lip glistened wetly. I promptly spurted Estelle's mouth full of cum as I always do. Suzy cheered and clapped her hands in delight at my uncontrolled squawks and spasms. Her mother shuddered and squeezed her arms around herself as a drop of saliva fell from her lower lip. She squeaked when Estelle displayed the mouthful of cum to her. Suzy squinted into Estelle's mouth and marveled. Her mother squeaked, shivered and swallowed reflexively when Estelle did. She moaned when Estelle presented my half swollen cock to Suzy. Suzy tentatively licked at the ooze from my piss hole. Her mother squealed and coiled herself into a shuddering knot around both hands at her crotch under the folds of the silky robe. Suzy was surprised by her mother's reaction. "She's all right." Estelle assured her, "Do you remember those little tingles you got rubbing on Billy?" "Uh Huh," Suzy grinned. "I get'em when I rub my pussy too." "Your mom's having a big one." Estelle snickered. Suzy wormed herself into her mother's arms demanding to know if she was having a big one. Holding her naked daughter seemed to extend Mrs. Sewell's squeals and shudders. "Now we're getting somewhere." Estelle grinned at me. Asking my little sister where we were getting too would only leave me baffled. I was content to watch Suzy stroking her fingers in her mother's hair and peppering the softly panting woman with questions. My sister watched also, her fingers absently toying with my cock. I was with her. That's what really mattered. Mrs. Sewell assured her daughter that her cum was the best she ever had. Suzy demanded evidence. The shiny robe was a parted and long smooth adult thighs opened wide. She had one truly soppy puss. The hearts shaped curly hairs on her mons were plastered flat with pussy juices. "Is your hair really gonna grow like that?" I frowned. "Huh Uh," Estelle giggled, "She shaves it that way, ninny." Estelle scrambled over to sprawl half atop Suzy between her mother's legs inspecting her puss. I joined them to one side on hands and knees. Mrs. Sewell's inner lips looked pretty red and swollen. Estelle's gets like that when we fuck a lot. Little heart shaped fluff of hair was a nice touch. Her clit was prominent, dark red shiny nub poking from under fleshy hood. Mostly she was just leaky. She was braced up on her elbows now watching Estelle and Suzy between her legs with hungry wide eyes again. "You like to watch us do sexy stuff," I asked, "It's different if you do sexy stuff with us." "Yes," She whined softly, "It's against the law, I could go to prison." "So you're kinda at our mercy," Estelle nodded. "If you were mean to us we could turn your ass in to the cops." She whined and nodded. Estelle looked at me and I shrugged. "Don't turn my mom into the cops!" Suzy squawked. "I wouldn't do that unless you let me," Estelle soothed, "Does your mom have whips, rubber underwear and stuff like that?" Whips! Rubber underwear! I had been wasting time studying the Oil Crisis. My fifth grade civics teacher should have given me perversion as a self-study topic. "NO!" Mrs. Sewell gasped, "I'm not that much of a pervert. I didn't even know I was a pervert until ..." We all waited politely for her to finish. "I licked Suzy's puss when she was a baby," Mrs. Sewell whined. "That was fun, mom," Suzy perked, "Why did you stop?" "You were too young to remember that!" Mrs. Sewell goggled at Suzy. Suzy sighed and shook her head tolerantly for all adults that think kids can't remember. Her mother looked like she was going to start bawling. "Why didn't you just keep on licking her puss?" Estelle asked. "I felt so guilty!" Mrs. Sewell sniffled, "I was afraid that I was hurting her someway." "Billy rubbed my puss all the time when I was a baby." Estelle reported, "He licked me a lot too. I didn't mind." It was the best way to get her to sleep. She would have little cums that knocked her out. If I didn't she would squirm and pull the covers off me all night long. Licking her was just quicker than rubbing. "That's not a good sign," Estelle shook her head solemnly, "Billy licked my puss because he loved me. If you truly loved Suzy you would have kept on licking her puss like she wanted." Mrs. Sewell whined in anguish. I now knew the correct reason I licked Estelle's pussy if she ever asked. "It's OK, mom," Suzy soothed, "I know that you love me." "Suzy," Estelle sighed patiently, "you're not supposed to forgive her. She's your mom, for god's sake." "Estelle!" I squawked. "This is Suzy's mom, not ours." Estelle grimaced and chomped down on her lower lip. "You're right!" Suzy perked, "Mom's gotta make it up to me." "Anything, baby," Mrs. Sewell moaned, "Anything at all." "Yea," Suzy cheered happily, "You gotta lick me every night like you used to do after you read me a story." Suzy scrambled up into her mother's arms and they hugged and kissed one another. Estelle rose to her knees and frowned first at me and then Suzy and her mother then back at me. She was jealous of the love Suzy was getting from her pervert mom. I grinned at her. Now Estelle groaned. She knew when I was on her case. "Hey, Suzy," I whispered softly, "Can your mom lick Estelle's pussy too?" "Billy!" Estelle whined. "Sure," Suzy returned then looked at Estelle then back at me, "Why?" "Our mom was never nice to Estelle like yours was to you," I returned. Estelle glared at me. Suzy's big eyes flicked between Estelle and me anxiously. Estelle was pissed at me now. I had given Mrs. Sewell had an insight to Estelle and she looked confused. Perverts aren't too quick evidently. Oh well. "Can I lick your puss?" I grinned at Suzy. I figured it was my best bet. I didn't think Estelle would object to me licking Suzy's puss. She would probably be really pissed if I touched Mrs. Sewell. Suzy screeched and bounced off her mom and charged into my arms. I tumbled back from the onslaught. We tussled and sniggered. I tickled her until she promised to give me a kiss. She needed a few lessons in kissing from my sister but she was enthusiastic. "Are you gonna make mom and Estelle be nice?" She whispered in my ear in the middle of a tight hug. I nodded. Suzy wiggled out of my arms, plopped back on the bed and spread chubby legs wide for me. "Lick me, Lick me, Billy," She cheered. Licking Suzy was a lot like licking Estelle when she was four or five. Estelle's puss is flavored by my cum most of the time now. Suzy needed to wipe her puss better but sweet clear juices were there. I was relieved to see Estelle's eyes soften and warm up a little. She scrambled over to straddle my back and peer around my head clamped in Suzy's legs. "Lick her good," She ordered. "Oh, yes," Mrs. Sewell gushed, "Make my baby cum, and cum, and cum..." Words faded as she nuzzled her daughter's face and neck lovingly as she knelt by her curly head. It didn't take long for Suzy to cum. She squeaked and tight little puss fluttered around my probing tongue. I waited for her to recover keeping her little puss in the tight seal of my lips. The tiny flood of sweet juices I swallowed. "Oh wow, mom," Suzy gushed, "Billy licks me different than you did. He sticks his tongue way up inside me and wiggles it around." "I'll do better, baby," Her mom promised breathlessly. Mrs. Sewell settled back on her knees. Eyes were funny again. Her face was flushed and she was panting softly. Her robe was in disarray too, one lapel had fell aside and a crinkled nipple was in view. She caught my eyes and one hand automatically rose to tug at cloth. She hesitated a moment before robe was ripped from around her shoulders and tossed aside. "I'm free!" She rushed, "look at me Billy, all of you look at me!" She grabbed her tits and squeezed tightly, crinkled nipples were stretched painfully and released to bounce back and quiver. "Yea," Suzy cheered, "Billy's wiggling his tongue up in me again." Mrs. Sewell hunched fingers in her puss and yanked on her nipples, eyes glowing as she watched us. Estelle loosened up a little more. She squirmed her puss on my backbone and sucked on Suzy's toes behind my head. Suzy had another squeaky little cum. Her mom squealed and had another big one. Her eyes blazed as she watched us watching her thresh in pleasure as pussy juice dribbled down her thighs. Estelle rolled me over on my back and straddled my hips. Suzy goggled at my cock squishing in and out of Estelle. It wasn't long before I was squawking and pumping cum into my shuddering sister's clutching puss. Suzy wiggled into our embrace, giggling at Estelle and I huffing for breath. I couldn't see what Mrs. Sewell was doing next to us but she was squealing and panting long after Estelle and Suzy were asleep in my arms. I was pretty worn out too. I looked up and saw my own bleary eyes in the mirror over the bed. My sister's face was against one side of my neck, her warm breath regular against my neck, a leg crossed over my thigh, her warm torso comfortable against me again, my hand cupping a bun where it belonged. Suzy's soft warm body fit pretty nice under my arm with her face in my armpit. The shaking of the bed kept me from falling immediately to sleep. Subdued voices penetrated but I didn't understand any of the words. It wasn't English. I forced one eye open when something warm and wet dabbed at my groin. The maid's back and dark head were in the mirror between my legs. She cleaned me with a damp washcloth, kissing the end of my cock when she finished. Mrs. Sewell moved my hand cupping Suzy's butt gently aside. She replaced it after Suzy's butt was dabbed. I stayed awake while Mrs. Sewell dabbed at Estelle but her puss was firmly pressed against my thigh where it belonged. Then the maid dabbed at my face. A waste of time, Estelle had already licked my cheeks clean of Suzy's juices. I woke up and saw myself spread-eagle in the mirror above me. I was alone in the big round bed. There were giggles and the sound of rushing water coming from the door to the bathroom. I contemplated arising but rolled over and went back to sleep. "Billy, Billy," Estelle called, "It's almost noon. You missed breakfast." I knew that. My belly was growling. "Are you still pissed at me?" I mumbled. "Yes, Damnit," Estelle hissed, "I still haven't made up my mind." "She'll lick your puss, Estelle," I offered, "How much more attention do you want?" "Her perversion is more important to her than me, you or even Suzy." Estelle returned. I didn't exactly see that difference. She liked to do sexy stuff with kids. We were kids that did sexy stuff. Seemed to me like something could be worked out. Estelle saw her perversion as a threat or barrier, like the whisky that kept our mom from being a mom. "Brunch" awaited us. It looked like breakfast with vegetables. The brown-skinned maid had a name, Lupe, and she was Filipino. She had kissed my cock last night and this morning she winked a big brown eye at me. She and Mrs. Sewell jabbered in Spanish adding to the general mystery. It bore little resemblance to the Spanish I had picked up at the juvenile detention center. I only recognized enough words to know it was Spanish. Suzy could follow their conversation pretty well. Nothing in their jabber seemed to bother her so I stuffed my empty belly. An expedition to get "decent clothing" for us was planned. Away we went in the long black Mercedes. Estelle succumbed to three bright school dresses and new sneakers. She fondled soft cloth longingly and waffled around until a nice sweater and skirt was forced upon her. I accepted new sneakers. I had two pair of jeans and a half dozen tee shirts so I was in good shape clothing wise. An attempt to force a suit with white shirt and tie on me was attempted. Estelle snickered and was in a better mood when I told Mrs. Sewell that suits and ties made my feet itchy. I was back in Estelle's camp ready to split when she was rather than deal with Mrs. Sewell's perverted indignities. The swimming pool awaited us and we piled in. Mrs. Sewell joined us. She had nice tits, firm and high on her chest with tight crinkled nipples. I was waiting for Estelle to sprout tits, almost as much as she was. I hoped she would have nice big ones like mom but I could never tell her that. Mrs. Sewell's Long legs and slim hips were her best feature. Blue was the featured color for pussy hair today. Hearts still the popular shape. Diamonds were considered. Suzy was like me, she thought hearts were the natural way pussy hair grew. Lupe assumed Mrs. Sewell's duties, walking around the pool with towels folded over her arms. She smiled and winked at me when I looked at her. There was still shit happening here I didn't know about. Suzy gave us swimming lessons again. Estelle and I could splash halfway across the pool by our selves before Estelle and Suzy wanted their daily squirm. So we were back on the concrete steps. Estelle started kissing lessons for Suzy. They kissed for a while then Suzy eagerly demonstrated what she had learned on me. Suzy learns quickly. Estelle had taught her how sucking on my tongue turns me on. It sure turned her mother on too. Suzy got her in a lip lock on the steps beside me while Estelle and I watched her jam fingers in her red puss and pinch her clit. I wondered if sensitivity declined with age. Estelle wouldn't let me jam my finger or cock in her puss that hard. Only my tongue was allowed directly on her clit. Lupe sniggered at us and winked at me again. The next lesson for Suzy was how to fit the bottom of my cock shaft between her fat little pussylips and squirm up and down. Suzy like this better than kissing. Lupe said something in Spanish to Mrs. Sewell and she giggled as she nodded. "Is Lupe a pervert too?" Estelle asked. More Spanish was exchanged. This time Lupe giggled and nodded. "In our culture, yes." Mrs. Sewell explained. "In her culture no. Her family was poor and lived on a remote island. When she was seventeen her family had a bad year and she contracted with a labor provider and gave her family the bonus money. I was so lucky to purchase her contract out of the many I considered. She understands my perversion because she had an aunt that was like me who would lick her puss anytime she wanted. She also fucked her two big brothers until they became pubescent and turned into rowdy assholes." There was a pause while Suzy squeaked out a little cum and collapsed against my chest. I hugged her while Estelle combed the wet hair tenderly from her pink little face with her fingers. Mrs. Sewell fingers were back on her crotch as she lolled beside me beaming at her daughter while she and Lupe exchanged more Spanish and giggles. Suzy's warm puss had settled with my glans nestled in her puss. She squirmed cautiously, experimenting with the feeling while she panted softly. Estelle had done the same thing. "Lupe was the one that suggested I "take in" an unfortunate child," Mrs. Sewell continued, "a common practice in her culture without benefit of church or state. Those that had the means to support waifs and orphans just did so. It was more complicated here but I can afford lawyers. When we got the welfare report on Billy and Estelle we were delighted that you were fucking. I took one look at you two an knew you were exactly what I wanted." "What does Lupe want?" Estelle asked. More Spanish and giggles were exchanged. Estelle's fingers had found my glans nestled in Suzy's puss. A fingertip circled my glans, opening Suzy's fat pussylips letting my glans nestle deeper into her warmth. Suzy squirmed happily at the increase in sensation. So did I. "Lupe wants a baby." Mrs. Sewell smiled. "She wants BILLY to fuck her!" Estelle blurted. I squirted cum into Suzy's puss. Surprised Suzy too. "He's squirting in me!" Suzy squeaked. Estelle and Lupe were the only ones ready for it. Estelle sniggered in my ear and held my cock for Suzy to squirm on. Mrs. Sewell scrambled up to see my glans pulsing in her daughters puss, squealed loudly and flopped back in the water clawing at her own puss. Lupe waded in the pool in her clothing, snagged a handful of Mrs. Sewell's hair and held her head above water to keep her from drowning. Suzy had another cum. This one took her breath away. Strings of cum floated up in the clear water behind her round buns as we huffed and hugged. Calmly holding Mrs. Sewell's gasping head above water with one hand Lupe collected cum on a fingertip, studied fingertip a moment, licked her finger then grinned and winked at me again. "I'm only twelve-years-old!" I squawked, "Estelle, let's get outta here now, these people are ..., are ..., they're PERVERTS." "Don't go, Don't; go!" Suzy squeaked. "Billy, just calm down." Estelle soothed, "A little sister wouldn't be a bad thing." I ceased dancing around on the pool apron to goggle at my little sister. Suzy locked her arms around my hips, pressed her face into the small of my back and blubbered. Lupe dabbed at me with a fluffy towel and cooed soothingly. Mrs. Sewell on her knees clung to my hand with a tragic face turned up to me. "You're so right, Billy," She pleaded, "It's sick, sick, sick but it's so hot. It will be so obscene when Lupe's belly swells up with your baby. I wish I could get pregnant with your baby too but Suzy will be my only child. I can't have any more. Don't go, have pity on me. I want children to love, please, oh please." "Or maybe a little brother." Estelle sighed longingly, "Somebody Suzy could love just like you did me." "Yes! Yes!" Mrs. Sewell cheered, "We could all suck his sweet little cock." I didn't calm down until supper when my belly was full. Food was all that calmed my nerves. Lupe wanted kids, plural. Her fingers stopped popping up at four. Mrs. Sewell wanted to start a nationwide search for kids like us. Lupe suggested it would be cheaper to "take in" kids from the Philippines. Estelle thought it was a neat idea. Suzy wouldn't turn loose of my hand or leg. She clung with arms around my neck and legs around my torso as I carried her behind Estelle and Mrs. Sewell jabbering excitedly with each other into her mother's bedroom. Lupe followed me, smiling and winking again when I looked at her. Estelle clambered onto the big round bed, flopped on her back, spread her slim legs wide and giggled as she waggled fingers in invitation toward Mrs. Sewell. Mrs. Sewell leaped on her. It was kind of nice to see my little sister flushing with embarrassed pleasure to receive the loving attention of an adult woman. She was definitely adored. Estelle writhed as Suzy's mom peppered her face with kisses while long fingers tickled and she demanded reasons Estelle had been so mean to her. Suzy scrambled from my arms trailing sniggers to flubber my little sister's tummy. Suzy's mom had been floored by Suzy's composure and our unswerving loyalty to each other. She was frantic to love us but we would only do sexy things with her baby that drove her insane with lust. Tickling ceased for long legs to wrap around Estelle, immobilizing her for sizzling kisses from mother and daughter. A squawk from Mrs. Sewell froze everyone as she unwrapped long legs from around Estelle to goggle at my sniggering sister's thumb in her puss. Shit, they were having fun. I was trying to catch a flying foot when a long brown finger waggled in front of my face. More long brown fingers tugged at my cock, nice warm brown fingers. Lupe knelt beside me with a broad grin. She reached out and snagged my sister's foot with one hand as the other hooked a thumb over her shoulder. There was nothing behind her but her wide round muscular buns. They waggled invitingly as she leaned over. I placed a hand on a vibrantly firm round bun and peered into a nest of fur pouched out between muscular thighs. Lupe winked at me then turned to suck my sister's toes. She smelled different from my sister or Suzy. My cock started throbbing in response. There was a puss under all that hair. I found a wet crease with a fingertip. There was a fat nub of a clit pretty much where it was supposed to be. And a tight little wet pocket that nibbled at my fingertip. The hair tickled before it nibbled at my glans too. Uh Oh, every pussy was gonna be different. My first tentative poke was met with a hot flood of wetness. I whined and poked again. My glans popped into hotness. Muscular buns clenched under my hands and my cock slipped deeper. They clenched again. When I was swallowed completely I opened my eyes. Mrs. Sewell had arms around my sister's hips dangling her upside down as she knelt behind her with her face in my squealing sister's butt. Suzy danced on the bed holding Estelle's thighs apart and licking on her puss. It looked like her mother was licking Estelle's asshole. A warm hand cupped and bounced my balls gently as if testing weight of contents. I closed my eyes and sawed my cock in Lupe's rhythmically squeezing puss until I was about to cum. I opened my eyes to distract myself and saw Estelle astride Mrs. Sewell's face. Mrs. Sewell's ankles were tucked under Estelle's armpits. Her wide butt was high in her contorted position. Suzy stood on the bed bent over slightly licking her mother's cunt like she was at a water fountain. My sister was squealing loudly. Mrs. Sewell's screeches were muted wetly. Suzy sniggered happily. I humped so many spurts into Lupe I was dizzy as well as breathless. She grunted in satisfaction with each spurt as her puss squeezed my cock rhythmically. Fucking Mrs. Sewell was a one sided event, she did all the cumming. Lupe reclined with a hand holding her hairy puss to prevent cum from leaking out beaming broadly at us. Suzy and Estelle sucked on Mrs. Sewell's nipples. She squealed long and frequently as I sawed my cock in her puss between bouts of gasping for breath. I was about to spurt her puss full of cum when she fainted. Faithful Lupe tended to her one handedly still using other fingers to cork up her puss. Suzy and Estelle eyed my cock dripping with Mrs. Sewell's juices. "Let's lick it clean first." Suzy cheered. "Uh Huh," Estelle said after a glance at my face. "He's gonna squirt the minute he's touched." Suzy squinted at my face to catalogue my expression in her mind. "Want him to squirt in you again?" Estelle offered, "I'll lick it all out." Suzy offered me her little puss with little fingers holding fat lips wide. I managed to get my glans nestled nice and deep in her tight entrance before I spurted and squawked. Suzy had another pink-faced breathless cum that she claimed was the best ever. Estelle slurped up cum dribbling from Suzy's puss as they snickered at one another. Mrs. Sewell was zonked out with drool dribbling down one cheek. I guess perverts and drunks had some things in common. Lupe was reading a Spanish language novel with a lurid cover with her hips elevated on a pillow, long brown fingers idly stirring cum in her hairy puss. Our foster parents? "Are you satisfied?" I asked before I leaned over to kiss my little sister. "I guess so," Estelle sighed, "I want Suzy to be my sister a lot." "We can keep mom in line," Suzy assured Estelle. Was that what was bothering you?" Estelle nodded. "You ninny," Suzy chirped, "Mom's just a nutcase, there's nothing to it. Come on, Billy, fuck Estelle again."