BLOODLINES

BY PRINCE VIOLENT

[ part 1b ]

Tiff smiled up at me with her innocent green eyes blazing. Her silky blonde hair hung in ringlets on her shoulders and cascaded down her back and gathered below her hips. At four she looked as good, to me, as any young actress or singer I had seen - the perfect picture of innocence.

Things are different for boys of eleven. I was coming into an early puberty and I had begun to feel the initial pangs of preteen lust. These past four years I had told myself that I was only touching and kissing Tiff to give her the comfort and affection our parents always withheld. But I was older now and my desires had matured.

I thought about a girl from school. Rumor was that she was wearing a training bra. Some said she had even kissed a boy once. She was definitely the prettiest girl in school but when I looked at her I could only think she paled when compared to my little sister. Still, I had dreamed of kissing her and not the innocent pecks I had given to Tiff.

Other thoughts had crept into my fifth grade head as I watched from across the classroom. This was long before the Internet. The Republicans had yet to create the Clinton sex scandal where they would try to unseat a duly election President simply because he was from the opposition party even if their shameful tactics meant corrupting every child in America in the process. That too they would try to blame on Bill like the kid who kills his parents then begs for mercy because he’s an orphan.

But though these were more innocent times most boys of eleven still understood the basics of intercourse. And God help me I was having those desire towards sweet little Tiff. So this time when I kissed her I pulled her chin down to open her mouth and kissed her deeper than I ever had before. Nature took its course. She offered no resistance when I slid my tongue into her four-year-old mouth for the first time. It searched out her tongue and we swirled them together like real lovers.

I wondered if she could sense a change in my motives but she was still too young and innocent to understand and I was guiding her patiently. Tiff has these impossibly full and juicy red lips that always seem to be pouting to get her way. Her eyes have a pleading look to them as though they were begging for love. Hers is a beauty that can only be found in an exceptionally beautiful child that has been neglected or even slightly abused by parents too self-important to understand what a precious gift they have been given. But I understood. I thought my heart would rip itself from my chest just by looking at her. Mine was not a brotherly kind of love. And now it was greedy.

Tiff lay beneath me like a long awaited gift under a Christmas tree waiting to be opened. I longed to consume her in the fires of lust that she mistook for simple affection. She drank it all in with a hunger and thirst of her own that only grew more desperate the more I fed on her.

My kisses found every inch of her face. I feasted on her lips, her eyes, her ears, even her nose and cheeks before moving to her throat. I thought of a vampire movie I had seen and wondered if I could really drink in her blood. I knew better than to mark her though I desperately wished to do so.

My hands sought out the lines and curves of her young flesh and don’t think for a moment that they weren’t there. They were just more subtle and delicate and hidden by the heavy fabric of her footie jammies. The jammies had to come off. I rolled Tiff onto her belly and tugged at the snaps that ran down her back. They came undone in a series of pops.

“Remember, Tiffy, you can’t tell ANYONE about this”, I cautioned her. “You don’t want Mom and Dad to think you’re a bad little girl. It has to be OUR secret!”

“I won’t tell”, Tiffy assured me. She spoke in a trembling breathy tone that told me she wanted to continue. She was nearly bursting with excitement.

I eased the heavy fabric over her soft shoulders and pulled it down her back and over her round little baby butt. Her legs got tangled in the cloth but soon she lay completely naked before me. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I quickly undid the buttons on my PJ top and kicked off the bottoms. After sliding down my white briefs I was as naked as Tiff. My preteen cock sprang out in its hardness eager for action.

Even those who would say I was doing wrong, or even raping my sister, would never deny that young girls can feel sexual pleasure. The nerve endings are present and the responses work just the same as in adults. By touching them, kissing them, fondling them, licking them, and otherwise stimulating them one can arouse the same desires an adult would feel. The problem, they say, is that children are not mature enough to understand those feelings and decide what they wish to do with them.

The point is that, though only four years old, Tiff was definitely getting turned on. I like to think that if she had protested I would have stopped. The truth is I really don’t know if I would have. It turned out not to be an issue. Tiff’s breathing was fast and deep and she let out little moans and gasps of pleasure.

Tiff’s body is covered in the finest little blonde hairs. It’s a Scandinavian trait that I have always found incredibly erotic. I noticed that they were standing on end as though from static electricity. Oh, Tiff. You must surely be the most perfectly beautiful child on Earth!

I trailed kisses down her chest until at long last I reached her tiny nipples. Moving from one to the other, pulling them with my lips and finally my teeth, caused my baby sister to coo like a little dove. I pinched them sharply with my fingers as I continued raining kisses onto her down covered lightly muscled tummy. Instinct covered for a lack of experience to drive me on.

Tiff couldn’t possibly have known what was coming next. At eleven I didn’t really know myself. Yet something was pulling my lips across her bony little hips and down her silky thighs to the hidden paradise that lay within. The few pictures that had circulated at school gave only a hint of my goal. Tiff’s baby cunt smelled clean with just a hint of musk and something at the animal level made me want to taste it. I reached out my tongue tentatively flicking it across a tiny clit I didn’t even know was there. Tiff let out a shudder that told me that I was on the right track. Her tiny four-year-old hands gripped the back of my head and pulled my face deeper inside her.

In the near darkness something about my baby sister’s pussy reminded me of a mouth. I had practiced kissing on her enough to provide a clue of how to proceed. I sucked on the tiny lips as Tiff guided me in my movements. Yes, even a girl of four knows when something feels good. I had heard older kids at school joke about licking it so I tried that too and Tiff responded joyfully. She humped against my face, giggling, cooing, and squeeling. I took her little hand in mine and we entwined our fingers together. Her other hand stroked the back of my head before pushing it deeper yet inside her.

Tiff bucked her little hips harder and harder riding my tongue and lips like she did her little pony when Dad led her around the barnyard. I wished my cock was as large as the one Tiff’s pony had. That would have caused some talk on the playground I laughed.

I licked and sucked at Tiff’s baby cunt for all I was worth before pushing a finger inside her. Tiff’s juices had begun to flow and I had no trouble fitting one finger and then two inside her. She was too tight for a third finger and something was blocking my hand from going any deeper inside her. I wondered how I would ever get my cock in there even if I wasn’t hung like a Shetland. I was certainly determined to try.

Tiff seemed about as ready as she could be so I moved up her body. When I reached the point where my cock was pressed against her slit I noticed that her only came up my chest level. I wasn’t sure how to get my cock inside her so I took it and pressed it against her pussy trying to find the opening. Rubbing the head all over her clit and lips felt damned good and Tiff was clearly enjoying it too.

At long last my eleven-year-old cock found the opening to little Tiff’s fuck hole. I pressed inside carefully but only got it in a little way. She was just too tight! I pushed a little deeper but her pubic bone barred the way. I don’t think it even went as deep as her maidenhead. I enjoyed a few strokes in and out but figured there had to be a better way.

“C’mon, Tiffy”, I coaxed her rolling her over onto her tummy then towards the top of the bed so that I could fit her pillows under her little girl hips. She complied with my demands without so much as a whimper. When I got her in place I moved behind her and spread her legs apart. Again I rubbed my cock against the most sacred parts of the sweet little girl.

“I love you, Tiff”, I declared before entering her again. It just seemed like the thing to say.

This time the going was easier and I was able to get half way in before her virginity blocked my way. I put my hand over her mouth in case she screamed then with all my weight I forced my way inside. Tiff cried out when her childhood was stolen. I tried but I couldn’t quite keep her quiet. I calmed her as best I could remaining motionless for the moment. I was deathly afraid that her cries of pain would cause the bedroom door to open bringing what would surely be my doom. But doom never came and soon Tiff was quiet enough that I could continue with my rape. Again I declared my love for her and again I pumped inside her.

“You’re mine now Tiff. Do you understand that?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Tiff responded between thrusts. Whether she really did or not I couldn’t know for sure.

“Do you like this Tiffy?”

“Uh huh”, Tiff replied as she surrendered her innocence.

“Well that’s really good Tiff because we’re gonna be doing this a lot from now on!”

“OK”, Tiff agreed.

And with that I increased my thrusts into her baby cunt. I drove deeper and harder inside her with each stroke until I was holding nothing back. I was amazed that she could take so much without complaint. I was so proud of my little sister. I wanted to show her how much she was pleasing me but the most I could do to show her just then was to take her little foot and make love to it while I used her like a little whore.

I was pelting Tiff’s feet with kisses and had actually begun to suck on her tiny toes when my cock slid out of her. Seeing her there beneath me with the entirety of her crotch exposed I wanted even more of her. Something about seeing the little girl’s ass hole attracted me like a magnet. I’d never even heard of anal sex and yet it seemed like an obvious choice. I didn’t even have to guide my cock it just found its way there. I did have to grab the baby oil off the bedside table to get it all the way in. It was actually easier than breaking the little whore’s hymen. I gave her a few strokes before moving back to her baby cunt. Then alternating strokes I went from one fuck hole to the other as the moment struck me. The idea of infection had not occurred to me.

“This is what little girls are for”, I told her. Yet no matter how much I took from my baby sister it only made me want more. I had reached a state of depraved frenzy that I can only describe as feral. I had become a rutting raping beast. The idea of showing mercy to this filthy little fuck hole lying before me was the furthest thing from my mind. I forgot she was my sister. I forgot she was even human. All I wanted was to use her and fuck her and hurt her and degrade her until we both exploded. And I don’t mean cumming. I didn’t even know that existed just yet. I mean literally exploding because I felt like that’s what I was going to do any second!

I grabbed my little whore by her hair and turned her around to face me. I kissed her mouth hard and desperately before pushing her face down towards my aching young penis. I wanted what I had given to her earlier or the best version that her four-year-old face was capable of providing.

As sweet little Tiff smiled up at me I rubbed my throbbing member all over her face not even caring that it was still streaked with the remnants of my rape of her bowels.

“Open your mouth Tiff” I instructed the child and when she did I took the final gift she had to offer.

Tiff parted her soft full lips and took the shit stained head of my dick into her little mouth. She sucked on it like a lollypop just like I told her too. I gave in to the urge to shove it deeper and deeper into her mouth until she gagged on it. When she did she nipped it slightly with her teeth. I slapped her hard without a moment’s thought. She looked up at me with tears welling in her pleading eyes.

“Do it right Tiff. If you bite it again I’m gonna pound you!”

Tiff nodded her understanding and opened her mouth as far as it would go. She motioned me to put my cock back inside. Now this is where I really have to give her credit because she took me all the way down to the root without a moment’s hesitation. And even though I raped her four-year-old mouth with the same enthusiasm I had raped her ass and cunt she took everything I had to give her, gagging and choking, but never once biting. She looked up at me with begging eyes as though she was thinking that if she could only suck me good enough she’d get all the love she ever dreamed of.

And that’s when it happened.

I shut my eyes for only a moment then the sky swallowed me into heaven. The sun went supernova. The entire world ceased to exist. Maybe I even died or something. Hell, I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was that I had never felt anything like it before. When I opened my eyes again Tiff was still sucking on my diminishing fuck stick with a big grin on her face. Some kind of white fluid dripped from the corner of her mouth. I gathered it on my fingers and fed it to her. Tiff licked it off my fingers like tapioca pudding. At a mere 51 months of age she was already a natural whore. She looked so proud of herself too.

As I regained my senses and the room stopped spinning I took in my surroundings. The bed was a complete mess. I could straighten that but I noticed something that terrified me. Tiff’s virgin cunt had bled all over the sheets!

It didn’t take a genius to realize that nothing would arouse suspicion like an eleven-year-old boy putting his sister’s sheets into the washing machine. Especially when we had a maid to do that for us. And these were the only sheets with white and pink lace that we had.

I grabbed a washcloth from Tiff’s private bathroom and cleaned the sheets as well as I could. I got most of the blood up but there was still a dark pink stain that wouldn’t come out.

“How are we gonna hide this Tiff” I asked her not really expecting an answer.

“Pee the bed” she urgently replied.

“What?”

Tiff lay down in the center of the bed and announced pretty as you please, “Pee the bed! Then they’ll have to change the sheets.”

I couldn’t deny that made sense. I doubted they would look any closer than they had to. Mom and Dad would just have the maid gather up the sheets and put them in the wash. Tiff was a little old to be peeing the bed but I was sure they’d buy it.

I stood over Tiff and a sense of deep satisfaction came over me. Tiff looked up at me like she was experiencing something totally blissful. In all the years since I have never seen a woman smile like they smile when their man is pissing on them. I’ve even seen photos of women having several men piss on them at the same time and they look like they are in nirvana!

I must admit it was hard to get a stream going. My young cock had grown hard again. But soon a bit of urine came out and landed on Tiffs tummy, then a bit more on her baby tits. Soon I was able to get a good stream. I couldn’t resist peeing all over my little fuck toy. I even wrote my name on her with it.

“Open your mouth Tiff” I instructed her. Again she complied without a moment’s hesitation and I emptied the contents of my bladder down her throat. And all the while Tiff smiled the beautiful blissful smile of a woman or a young girl who takes pride in her ability to give herself so deeply and completely.

Before I left her room I helped Tiff back into her little pink footie jammies and helped her smooth the sheets and blankets over her well used body. Tiff lay joyfully in my urine for the rest of the night dreaming of the many ways her big brother would find to use her.