## Archive-name: my_sister_my_slave4

From: MrDouble@ix.netcom.com (MrDouble@ix.netcom.com)

Subject: 02:My Sister, My Slave part 4 (mf, inc, cons)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

dressed very conservatively, but overly so. She not only wore a skirt and blouse, but had a vest and a cotton cardigan besides. Leslie was the only one who seemed to have dressed normally, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. They wolfed down the spaghetti and salad, and then they gathered their stuff and went downstairs. I pulled Karen aside and warned her once more about the vibrator. Then I let her go. I went into Mom and Dad's room and turned on the TV. But I retired to my room to prepare myself for the evening. I stripped off my clothes, took a quick shower to wash off any scent of my cologne, and dressed in a loose pair of black shorts and a dark blue t-shirt. I tossed a dark robe over my arm and went downstairs. I remained in Mom's room for a while, and presently, as we had arranged, Karen came up to find me. "I don't think we'll get going till about seven thirty or eight. They're still yakking away about school and boys and everything else." "And you are not, I suppose?" I asked. Karen smiled and said, "Well, of course I am. I just wanted you to know." "Thanks. I'll go down around 7:30. Come up for snacks just before you think you'll start." We conspirators exchanged a brief hug, and then she was gone again.
Karen didn't come up by 7:30, so I put on the dark robe, went out the back door, and slowly, quietly descended the stairs into the dark. I must admit, I was scared, dreadfully scared, until I saw the little cracks of light around the basement door. I slowly opened it, glad that we had oiled the joints, and closed and locked it behind me. With any luck, there'd be no calls tonight.
I came close to the door. And thanked Karen again. Because just to the right of the door was a chair, one I didn't remember seeing earlier. Karen knew it was going to be a long night.
I slowly moved the chair into position, straddling it backward so that I could rest my shoulders on the chairback as I peered thru the slats. The girls were still sitting around munching on popcorn and pretzels, talking about clothes, talking about school, talking a lot about boys. They sat on the mattresses, sharing stories of their latest escapades, some tame, some wild, but all of interest to me. For these were Karen's contemporaries, and though only three years separated my sister and me, our lifestyles had been quite different. These girls were much more attuned to the social norms than I was, and they were much more experienced at dating than I had been at fifteen. I listened with rapt attention as Jane described how far she had "let" her boyfriend go on their last date, and as Leslie described her boyfriend's and her fascination with their partner's private parts.
At one point, Karen loped up the stairs, and then came right back down. I thought I saw her look my way as she sat down, but I was probably mistaken. Within five minutes, Karen held up a deck of cards and said, "Are we ready, girls?"
Apparantly they were. They sat on their mattresses facing each other. Karen had taken great pains to set the mattresses up so that when they played, I'd have a fairly good view of all the participants. As it was, Karen I could only see in a three- quarter's view from behind. As it turned out, it didn't matter. I had a good enough view of all the goings-on.
The quartet spent about ten minutes reviewing the rules, and I didn't catch them all, but what I did hear pretty much matched what Karen had described. One big argument was over how to tell who lost a hand. I had never thought about that before. When I looked up the rules later, I realized why they had so much trouble. The rulebooks only defined who won, not who lost. There was no "official" way to determine who had the lowest scoring hand. While waiting for them to resolve this problem, I got up and stretched. When I heard the cards being shuffled, I sat back down and watched.
Mary was dealing the first hand, and everyone giggled as they considered their cards, discarded a few, and recieved replacements. It was all very straightforward, since there was no betting involved, and therefore no reason to bluff. So there wasn't much to be interested in except who won the chance to remove someone else's clothes.
Jane was the first winner, and Karen lost her tube top. The girls had a real ritual going here. Jane and Karen stood, and while Karen simply stood rather limply, Jane reached from behind her and grasped the tube top at the waist and pulled it over Karen's head. Then Jane simply let the top drop on the floor at Karen's feet. And they sat down to play another hand.
So it took a while for anything really interesting to happen. Mary removed Leslie's socks, and then Mary lost her vest and skirt to Karen and Jane. Then, in three straight hands, Jane lost her socks, tank top and skirt, which left looking like a svelte dancer in her flame red leotard and tights.
Leslie supplied the first surprise of the night, because underneath her plain blue t-shirt was a sexy, lacy pink teddy. The others oohed and ahhed, partly at how pretty the teddy looked, but mostly at Leslie's joke at hiding it under such a plain looking outfit. Two hands later, her jeans gone, everyone got to admire just how pretty the teddy was, and how attractive it looked on Leslie. But it didn't last long, for on the very next hand, my sister got to remove it. Karen took her time doing it, too, slowly lowering the straps over Leslie's shoulders. Then she took it down very slowly, inch by inch, making Leslie turn a full revolution while the teddy inched down over to reveal a filmy, lacy black bra and a matching pair of panties. Leslie was tall, almost as tall as Karen (who at fifteen was already five- foot-six,) and just a little bit thinner in the waist, which made her hips and bosom seem larger, even though the girls were actually pretty much the same size in those areas. She was as attractive as my sister, (even objectively,) but where Karen had a sort of wall-to-wall smile and a long straight nose, Leslie had a cute upturned nose sitting over a wide-lipped, sensuous mouth. And as Leslie turned dutifully around, the teddy being lowered as she turned, Karen made note of all her features, including the cute dimples surrounding Leslie's belly button. Leslie was blushing when she finally got to sit down.
Well, Leslie didn't get to rest for long. Right after Karen undid Mary's big bow-tie, Leslie lost again. All eyes (including mine,) were on Leslie and Mary standing among the growing pile of discarded clothing. Mary stood behind Leslie, only to find that the lacy bra hooked in the front. Rather than come around front, Mary reached around Leslie's chest to undo the garment. Slowly (these girls seemed to have made an artform out of slowly disrobing their friends,) Mary slipped the bra straps down Leslie's arms, and revealed Leslie's high, rose-tipped breasts.
But the disrobing wasn't the prime attraction here. The girls' rules made losing one's bra an interesting (shall I say, tittilating?) experience. For after Leslie slowly turned in place two or three times (with Mary giving a running commentary on the merits and charms of Leslie's body,) she had to stand in place for two full minutes, during which time Mary could do anything she wished with Leslie's bosom. Mary chose to cup the tits from behind (which, fortunately, meant they both were facing my hidden vantage point.) She played lovingly with Leslie's small, rosy nipples, caressing them, pinching them lightly, rolling them between her fingers. Leslie was not unaffected. She moaned and groaned all thru this escapade, and I could see her hips begin to grind as the two minutes came to a close. When Mary let go, Leslie's nipples were hard and stood out in stark relief from the areoles.
And don't think I was unaffected. This party took place years ago, and it's easy to write dispassionately about it now. But when it happened, I was sitting there in the dark wishing that someone was doing interesting things to my tits. And my pussy was already doing some interesting things for itself. Like getting quite wet.
So it was with rapt attention and great expectations that I watched as Karen lost her black leotard, leaving her and Jane both in only tights and bras. Mary, meanwhile was practically fully dressed, which made Leslie's near-nudity even more apparant. My heart jumped when Leslie lost the next hand, and I felt that familiar tingling feeling as Karen got up to remove the loser's panties. I didn't doubt for a minute that a loser's pussy would get the same treatment as her tits.
Well, Leslie was just full of surprises. Underneath the black lace panties was a lacy black g-string, scarcely big enough to cover Leslie's pubic patch. Her brown pubic hair poked out around the triangle of fabric. As Karen sat down, obviously disappointed, Jane asked "Where did you get that?"
The answer wasn't terribly exotic. "At Frederick's, at the mall." Leslie admitted, when pressed, that she had almost died of embarassment buying the g-string. Well, I was glad she had, because now my imagination was working overtime (as if it needed any furthur stimulation!) I almost wanted to chew the thing off of her myself.
But I caught my breath and settled in to watch the results of the next hand. Jane lost her tights. I had to suppress a giggle watching Leslie try to keep her G-string from falling off while she pulled the tights down and off Jane's shapely legs. Now Jane was in just her bra and panties, and her magnificent form was pretty much on display. And I mean magnificent. If you took the best parts of all the other girls, you'd have Jane. Thru her filmy white bra, I could see her high, proud, yet heavy breasts topped off with large, dark nipples. Even when she'd been wearing the tights, I had noticed her slim, well- proportioned legs, and her flat belly and her attractively rounded, (but not too rounded,) derriere. And of course, her long blond hair which flowed in beautiful waves down past her shoulders. Jane was the oldest of the group, almost sixteen, but where the other three still looked like kids, Jane looked like an adult. She was only five-foot-five, but she had great carraige.

If this sounds like I was incredibly attracted to Jane, you have got it right. Just one look at her butt, more wide than round, had me fantasizing about caressing it, stroking it, spanking it. Now that I had reconciled myself to my lesbian tendencies, I was beginning to enjoy it. And one day, I promised myself, I would have Jane. I didn't know how, but I would. Well, Mary lost her blouse on the next round, and Karen made a great show of removing it. Still, Mary was quite well covered up, till sporting a halfslip and a camisole. But without the blouse, it was evident that Mary was bigger in certain dimensions than I would have guessed, and I looked forward to having those hidden dimensions exposed.
Jane lost the next hand, and I was transfixed as Mary undid Jane's bra from behind. Mary did me a great favor and had Jane do the same rotations as Leslie had performed, and with the same carnival spiel about the wonders of Jane's chest. And when Mary again reached around from behind to play with Jane's nipples, I simply could not keep my hand from my pussy. By the time Jane's two minutes were up, I was so worked up, I almost fell off the chair. Jane seemed shaky as she sat down to play another hand of cards ... I was trembling, too.
Mary lost her halfslip, and now her pantyhose-clad legs were exposed. Mary was the shortest of the girls, only five-foot- three, with curly blond hair and a round, almost plain face. What saved her from being terminally cute or terribly plain were high cheek bones and her marvelous blue eyes. They were set perfectly astride a very lovely nose, and they were so big and so blue that I could see them clearly even from twenty feet away. She had come dressed in a matronly fashion, rather stogy for a fifteen year old, but somehow it fit her to look like that. That she had dressed in so much clothing made me think that she didn't care to be naked among her peers ... yet she showed no reticence when she removed her friend's clothing, even less so when she got to fondle their private parts.
But if Mary had been looking forward to being the first to completely disrobe someone tonight, she didn't have the luck to pull it off. For Jane had three aces, and Leslie didn't even have a single pair, so Jane got to do the final honors. Leslie had been sitting in just her g-string for almost ten minutes now, and she sensed what an anti-climax losing her panties would be, so when Jane slipped the flimsy thing over her butt, Leslie struck a stripper's pose, her butt way to the right, her shoulders way to the left, her arms out to the sides. Everyone laughed.
Jane pulled up a chair. I had expected her to order Leslie to bend over the chair, but instead, Jane sat down with her legs tight together. Leslie was ordred to sit on Jane's lap, her legs straddling Jane's thighs, and her hands beneath her rump. Then Jane reached around and began playing with Leslie's breasts and pussy. With one hand, she caressed, stroked and pinched Leslie's left nipple, occasionally reaching far enough around to do the right breast as well. With her other hand, Jane dug softly into Leslie's cunt, meanwhile forcing Leslie's legs wider open by opening her own legs.
Leslie was quite appreciative, and so was I. Hers wasn't the only pussy being worked on. My hand was deep into my shorts, my fingers playing with my own clit, bouncing it back and forth. As Leslie groaned and moved her head from side to side, I felt the deep warmth begin to flow thru me. When Jane's fingers delved into the vaginal canal, and Leslie began to shudder and cry out, I almost came, too. But I caught myself, quieted myself with deep breaths. I didn't want to come too much, too soon.
My resolve didn't last long. Jane lost the next hand to Leslie. Off came the bikini panties, and now the two were on the chair, their positions reversed. When Leslie reached around to cup Jane's big, heavy tits, I thought I was going to die. It was almost as if Leslie's hands were my own, as if I was getting the chance to feel those tits, to feel the warmth of Jane's pussy, to experience the jelly-like heat and yielding of her sweet insides. As Leslie opened her legs, streching Jane's wide open, giving me (and Mary and Karen, too,) a glimpse of both girls' moist, juicy clefts, I felt my hand almost involuntarily reach down into my shorts. When Jane closed her eyes, it was all I could do to keep mine open, for I felt I was feeling what she was feeling. The same excitement and exhilaration, the same crazy spinning feeling as hot blood rushed thru my head and my pussy and my whole body. My hand was Leslie and my pussy was Jane. With my other arm, still grasping the chair tightly, I pinched my own nipple thru my t-shirt.
I was gripping the chair and my pussy and my tit with viselike intensity when Jane cried out loudly and began to climax in earnest. Her hips bucked against Leslie, her legs clamped down to pull Leslie's shut, and she had pulled her hands free to grab the chair behind her for support. She spasmed back and forth, her tits jiggling with jellylike rhythms, and the whole sight and sound and experience sent me over the edge. I clenched my teeth and held my breath as the shock wave broke over me, and I shivered so hard that I feared I would fall off the chair if I didn't hold on tight as I could.
When it was over, there were tears in my eyes from the intensity of the orgasm. It had been one of the most intense of my life, mainly because I had to fight so hard to keep from being discovered. I was grateful for the release, grateful to my

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