Chapter Four

We kind of went into a kid-sex knot for a little while, recuperating, and then took a little time to clean each other up.  This time I “cleaned” up Pammy, telling Jilly, “that's how that last thing got started.”  Pammy laughed, kissed me, then told Jilly, “Spread your legs.  There's a lot of Dan's stuff I wanna get.”

So I guess that last night's “curiosity” led to my two little girls thinking that a little girl to girl stuff was okay.  It was certainly okay with me, just as long as they didn't get too wrapped up in each other and leave me out.  Jilly's lips closing on my soft dick kept me from feeling left out, and she held it against her face as her tongue cleaned up my pubic area.  Lips on my scrotum were the final touches.

Finally we were all three sitting in the middle of my bed.  Pammy's orgasmic flush was disappearing.  I leaned back against a pair of pillows and Pammy nestled in beside me.  I wrapped my arm around her.

“This is so neat,” Jilly said.  “You can do this all the time.”

“Nuh-uh,” I answered.  “If Mom an' Dad knew what we were doing, they'd be real mad.”

“Yeah,” Pammy interjected.  “We don't get to play with each other like this very much.”

“How did you get started doing this,” Jilly asked.

Pammy started, “When were little, Mom used to bathe us together so it wouldn't take as long.  I used to look at Dan's pee-pee.  It was real little then.  I wanted one like it.  Mom would make Dan get out of the bathtub first and go get dressed, then she'd take me out and dry me off an' dress me.”  She continued.  “An' when Dan got old enough to bathe himself, we'd get in the tub together an' Dan would wash me an' stuff, an' Mom would come take me out of the tub an' dry me off, an' Dan would finish his bath.”

Continuing, Pammy said, “An' we BOTH were old enough to bathe ourselves, we'd still get in the tub together, because that was just the way we did it, an' Dan would wash my back an' I'd wash Dan's, and I'd still get to see his pee-pee, but I never touched it.”

“And I got to see Pammy, too, but she didn't have a pee-pee like mine.  I knew where she peed from, 'cuz I saw her pee once while she was a baby and Mom was changing her diaper.  But I couldn't see nothing but that little crack between her legs.”  I continued, “But all we did was go take a bath together.”

“One time, though,” Pammy said, “I was washing Dan's back an' he turned around an' there was his pee-pee right there in front of me, an' I touched it.  But that was all.  We didn't do anything.”

“So,” asked Jilly, “do you still bathe together?”

“Oh, no,” I said.

“Why'd you stop?”

“Mom made us stop,” I said.  “One time she came in the bathroom while we were bathing and Pammy was washing my back and I was standing up and my pee-pee was hard, and Mom said I was getting too old to take a bath with Pammy anymore.  So we don't.”  I looked at Pammy.

She continued the story.  “The next night when it was bath time, I went in the living room to get Dan to come take a bath with me an' Mom said I was big enough to take a bath by myself now.  She came in the bathroom and fixed me a tub of water an' I asked her why Dan couldn't help me take a bath and she said he was getting to be a big boy an' things on him were changing.  An' I said, 'You mean like his pee-pee sticks out sometimes?'  An' Mom said yes, that that happens with boys when they start growing up an' sometimes they want little girls to play with it an' that's not what little girls are s'posed to do.  An' I told her, 'but Mom, I don't want to play with his pee-pee.  I want him to wash my back.  An' Mom said, okay, just this one more time he can wash your back,' an' she let Dan come in an’ wash my back, but he had his clothes on.”

“Tell her we used to sleep together, too,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Pammy, “when I was little but when I got out of my baby bed, sometimes I would get up in the night time and go crawl in bed with Dan, 'cause he was warm.  An' they didn't mind that.  An when Dan got old enough to read, lots of times he'd read to me an' I'd go to sleep in his bed an' sometimes they'd move me to my bed, but lots of times I'd sleep with Dan.”  Pammy kept on. “An' after they said we couldn't bathe together any more, they tried to make me stop sleeping with Dan, abut then Dad would have to read to me, or Mom, and finally they just let Dan do it, but they would still put me back in my bed.  But one night it was thundering and I got scared an' I went into Mom an' Dad's room 'cause I was scared and Dad told me to go get in bed with Dan.”

I smiled.  “I remember that night.  Pammy was like six or seven then.  She got in bed with me.  I was watching it lightning through the window and Pammy was all scared and stuff and she was just hugging on me real hard 'cause she was scared, and it thundered real loud and she squeezed against me and her hand went between my legs and she touched my pee-pee.”

Pammy grinned.  “I asked him, 'what's that?' an' he said 'that's my pee-pee an' you're not s'posed to touch it.'  I told Dan 'but I wanna'.  An' he said, 'okay, but you must never tell anybody, 'cause little sisters aren't s'posed to touch their brothers' pee-pees.'  An' I touched it. An' Dan told me it felt good when I touched it.  An' I started touching it a lot when he let me.”

Jilly asked, “When did he start touching you?”

Pammy said, “That's your mom and dad's fault.  They called Mom and Dad to go over an' play cards an' Dan was like ten an' they told him where they were gonna be an' if something happened we should go across the street an' tell them.  So Dan an' me were at home by ourselves an' I was playing dolls an' Dan was in his room doing something an' I went in there an' asked him if I could SEE his pee-pee 'cause all I got to do was touch it in the dark.  An' he said I could see his pee-pee if he could see mine, and I said, 'but I don't HAVE a pee-pee.'  An' Dan said he wanted to see what I did have.  So we took off our PJ's an' I saw his an' touched an' watched it get all hard.  It wasn't as big as it is now, but it was so neat.  An' he made me lay on the bed an' spread my legs an' he looked at mine, an' then he made me open it with my fingers an' he touched it.  An' it felt real good, so after that when I touched his pee-pee, he touched mine.”

More curious, Jilly asked, “When did you start sucking on his thingie?  Yesterday you told me you and him had been doing that for a while.”

Pammy giggled.  “That was another one of those card game nights.  Mom an' Dad were across the street an' we were bored an' when we get bored we play with each other.  An' we were touching each other 'cause it feels real good an' I don’t know what made me think of it but it just looked like something to suck on.   An' so I asked him.”

I stepped in.  Pammy said, “Danny, can I suck on your pee-pee?”  I didn't think people did stuff like that because that's where I pee from, and I told her that.  And she said, “Please?”  And so I let her.  And it felt sooooo good.”

Jilly smiled.  “So when's the first time you licked Pammy?”

“That day,” I said.  “She sucked mine, so I guess I thought I was supposed to lick hers.  And I did, and I really liked it, even though back then she didn't make juicies like she does now.  It was kinda salty, though, and I liked the way it feels on my tongue and mouth and Pammy likes it, so it was a way I could make her feel good like she makes me feel good.  And we've been doing it ever since, every chance we get.”

Jilly said, “Wow.  I wish I had a brother so we could do stuff all the time.”

Pammy looked at me.  “You can do stuff with Dan any time we can get together.  He can be like your brother an' boyfriend an' stuff.”

“Awwwwww, Dan, can I?”  Jilly cooed.

Like I was going to turn that down.  “Sure.  But you must never tell anyone.  It would be very bad.  They might send me away.  They send bad boys away, you know, and doin' things with little girls, I'm pretty sure that's bad. “

“I won't tell,” said Jilly.  “So, you said last night was the first time you made the white stuff?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Pammy and I played together at least three or four times a week, and if Mom and Dad were out we'd do it with the lights on and with no clothes so we could see everything.  And about a year ago Pammy was playing with me with her hands and sucking on me and when she was moving her hand up and down, this clear stuff came out.  At first we thought I was leaking pee and that we'd damaged my pee-pee, but it was clear, not yellow, and sticky, not watery like pee is.  So Pammy put some on her finger and tasted it.  She likes it.”

Pammy piped in, “An' I try to get him to make me some every chance I get.  An' a few months ago I started getting juicy when Dan played with me, an' so we just sort of take turns doing each other with our mouths, an' I get his juice an' he gets mine.  But now he gives so much more.  It tastes different, though, but I like the white stuff too.”

“Oh, me, too,” purred Jilly.

Pammy kept on.  “But when he started making the clear juice, I could play with him an' suck on him and he'd get all jerky like he did when he does it for us an' squirts, but he didn't squirt.”

I helped her out.  “Pammy would play with me and suck on me and it would get better and better and better until I couldn't stand it anymore and we had to stop until that feeling went away, and then we could start again.”

Pammy said, “An' when he was licking me and touching me, it’d feel really, really good, but last night was the first time I exploded like that.”

Jilly said, “I didn't know any of that stuff.  I touched myself a few times, but I guess I just didn't know what I was doing and it didn't feel that good.  But when you and Dan started playing with me and let me play with you, I knew what made it feel good then.”

Pammy was still fitted against my side, but Jilly started sliding down.  “What're you doing, Jilly?” I asked.

“Just playing with your pee-pee.”  and her fingers curved over the head and grasped the shaft and she started stroking me.  I went from half-hard to full hard in a matter of seconds.

“Suck it, Jilly,” said Pammy.  “I'm gonna kiss him.”  Pammy turned to me and I looked into those blue eyes and couldn't help but love her.  Our lips met, parted and tongues tangled.  That was one end.  My hand went down to the tousled brown hair bouncing up and down over my dick and I wrapped my fingers in it.

Jilly kept sucking.  Then she bobbed free and said, “Dan, can I bite it just a little?”

“Why?”

“'Cause I want to.”

“Well don't bite hard.”

“How much is 'hard'?”

“I dunno.  Bite.  I'll tell you if it's too much.”

Giggle.  Head bounced down, lips closed over the head of my dick and slid down the shaft and I felt the touch of little teeth just barely gripping the skin.  She held that for a second and then popped up again.  “Too hard?”

“Nope.  That felt pretty good, actually.  Now I get to bite your butt.”

Giggle.  “You kissed my butt while ago.”

I kissed Pammy again.  “Yeah.  I kissed Pammy's butt too.”

Jilly hopped up and turned around so her butt was next to my face.  I had Pammy on one side, her face there to kiss me, and on the other side I had Jilly's soft, rounded, juicy butt.

“Go ahead, Dan.  Bite it.  But not too hard, okay?”

I kissed her ass, then rubbed my face against her cheeks, then turned, pressed my lips against her curved butt and bit lightly.  “Too much?”

“Mmmmmm.  No.  Kinda feels nice, really.  Do it again.”

I did.

Jilly looked at Pammy and me.  “Pammy,” she said, “you need to let him put it in you from behind like he did me.  It was neat.”  Another neat thing for Jilly.  Hooray.

“He stuck it in your butt?”  Pammy was incredulous.

“No, silly.  That's nasty.  He stuck it in my thingie, but from behind, while I was licking you.  It's different.  Real good, too.”  Jilly  had turned around now, and the three of us were laying side by side.  Jilly rolled on top of me and planted a hot kiss on my mouth.  “You can do another squirt in Pammy, huh?”

“If Pammy wants.”

Pammy giggled.  “I want.  Jilly, you want me to lick you like you did me?”

“Mmmm-hmmmm,” said Jilly. We started moving around, rearranging the bed.  Jilly was lounging back on a couple of pillows, legs spread, knees in the air, sweet pussy wide open.

Pammy kissed me one more time.  “I do Jilly and you do me, an' all three of us are happy, okay?”  She crawled between Jilly's waiting thighs.  I knew exactly what she was savoring as her tongue started just ahead of Jilly's anus and licked upward.  Jilly's face beamed,, then she licked her own lips and sighed and relaxed back against the pillows to enjoy the ride.

I gave Jilly a couple of minutes of Pammy's undivided attention before I moved downward to Pammy's upturned butt.  I started kissing and nibbling.  “Too hard?” I asked.  Pammy shook her head, no.  “You like it?  Head bobbed, yes.  Encouraged, I kept on, letting lips and tongue and teeth enjoy Pammy's smooth little ass.  The crack caught my curiosity, and in a second, my tongue licked just lightly.  “Okay?”  Nod, yes.  Again, this time, tongue a little deeper.  Got a positive butt wiggle there.  We'd both just bathed, so everything was squeaky clean.  I pushed my tongue between the cheeks of her ass.  If she'd have been of a mind, she could have at least pulled away.  She pushed back.

I put a hand on each cheek of my sister's ass and spread them gently and for the first time I saw the pink ring of her anus.  I moistened my tongue for something I thought I had to do, and then I moved my head forward, my tongue reaching.  Pammy's head popped up out of Jilly's pussy.

“That feels good, too, Dan.”

“What's he doing?” Jilly asked.

“He's licking my hiney.”

“For real?  That isn't nasty?”

“No.  We just finished taking our baths.  It feels good.  Another thing that Dan does that feels good.”  Pammy's head went back down and I imagine her tongue was doing a dance on Jilly's button, because Jilly's eyes squeezed closed and her hands were on the back of Pammy's head, grasping two handfuls of blonde hair.

I had another lick or two of Pammy's asshole and then moved down to the pussy waiting below, moisture glistening on its lips.  It was a bit of an awkward angle but I worked her pussy with my lips and tongue, tasting juices somewhat like what she was getting from Jilly.  Gosh!  Both these little girls are delicious.

I was hard as a rock, now, and I got up and knelt behind my little sister's upturned butt, my little dick sticking out expectantly.  Ever ready, a drop of pre-cum hung on the tip.  I squeezed the shaft to get more out, and then rubbed it over the head of my dick with my fingertip.  After it was spread, I sucked my own finger.  I taste pretty good.  Not sweet little girl pussy juice good, but good.

I eased forward until the head of my dick was touching Pammy's pussy.  When I made contact, Pammy moved back a little and the head poked in between the lips of her wet little pussy.  I grasped the shaft of my dick, expecting to have to give it a little guidance, but as I pushed forward, Pammy surged backward and we mated perfectly.

“Ohhhhh,” she said, “I love how it feels when it first goes in.”

I pushed forward and she dropped her head, her tongue back in Jilly's pussy.  I put a hand on each side of her hips and pushed a little further forward.  Jilly wasn't paying attention to this.  Her whole existence was centered around the blonde head lapping at her pussy, and Pammy was doing a good job.  I started stroking in and out and Pammy took a cue, matching me push for push.  Her ass was tilting up and down with each stroke and her pussy was gripping my dick tightly as we slid together, in and out, in and out, and I could feel my nutsack slapping against the turgid lips of her hot little pussy.

Pammy's head came up.  “Dan.  I'm gonna do it.  Again.”

Jilly was already at the edge, “Unnnhhhh, unnnnhhh, unnnnhhhh” evolving into higher pitched squeals as Pammy's tongue worked magic on her little button.  “Eeeeeeennnnhhhhh!  Gah!  Stop!  Too much!”  And Jilly collapse back against the pillows, limp.  She released Pammy's golden hair and Pammy threw her head back and said, “Oh, Dan!  Hard!”

Like I needed any encouragement.  She was shoving back into me hard and I was pushing myself as deeply into her as I could and her “Nnnnnn, nnnnnnn, nnnnnn” told me that she was riding the feelings.  I was determined not to squirt until she finished, but the sensations of her tight pussy's pulsing walls milking my dick with each stroke, well, that was a lot to bear.

“I'm about to do it, Pammy!  You're making me do it again.”

“Come on, Dan.  Push in me.  Nnnnnnnn!”  she pushed back and tilted her ass higher, trying to hit my pounding dick with her button.  She came up just a little higher, and I think she hit it, because “nnnnnnn” changed to “Nnnnnnggghhhhhh!” and her breath was sharp, almost barks, spitting between her clenched teeth.

I couldn't wait any more.  I pulled almost all the way out and shoved all the way back in, up to the hilt, my balls against her pussy, her butt cheeks against my belly, and gahhhhhh!  The first spurt was like joyous, molten fire exploding from my dick deep inside my little sister's pussy.  Then the second.  And third.  I gave a little thrust with each spurt.

“I feel every time it squirts, Dan,” said Pammy.

I kept going.  Finally I was frozen in place, and then I just sort of fell back, my soggy, softening dick flopping back on my belly.  Pammy stayed on her knees, chest on the bed, butt in the air, for a minute, savoring her orgasm, then the little darling charmed me even more as she crawled backward, up my legs, one leg on either side of my chest until her pussy, dripping our combined hot juices, was in my face.  Her mouth closed over my soft dick and she sucked, emptying it of every drop.  I started licking her pussy.

I remembered Jilly.  “Jilly, are you okay?”

Almost dreamy voice, “I don't know if I'll ever be this okay again.”

“You want to come up here and help me clean up Pammy?  We can share.”

“Uh-huh.”  The bed moved and a curly head appeared beside my face.  She kissed me, then realizing that the moisture on my face was the result of me and Pammy's fucking, she licked my face, then took a pass at Pammy's pussy, then let me have a lick.  I spread Pammy's pussy lips apart gently and pressed my mouth over her hole even as a glob of my cum was sliding out.  I sucked.  Pammy reacted by sucking hard on my dick in return, and then went back to licking my pubic area clean of our juice.  Jilly got in after I moved my face to swallow that I'd gotten, and she got another good mouthful.

“Come down here,” Pammy said. “I can't reach his sack like this.”

Jilly joined Pammy at my crotch and I felt tongue and lips working over my nutsack.  Then I felt a wide-open mouth try to gently sick my sack in.  Jilly managed one ball, then tilted her head and tongue-washed the other.  Then Pammy sat up and Jilly straddled my head facing Pammy.  It was my turn to clean up Jilly's juices.  I felt the movement above me, but I couldn't see anything but Jilly's pussy and ass, which was fine, because my senses of taste, smell and touch were all very much satisfied with what I had.  The movement stopped for a second, then a little more movement, then slow movement, then stop, then giggles.

Jilly rolled off me and Pammy laid down full on me and kissed me again.  “You kiss different than Jilly, you know.”

What?  “You and Jilly kissed?”

“Yeah. Is that wrong?”

“Kissed, like me and you just kissed?”

“Yeah.”

Jilly giggled.  “We were both sitting on you and we couldn't kiss YOU, so we kissed each other.” And then they both jumped on me and we dissolved into a naked pile of little kisses and nibbles and giggles and licks and sucks.

I popped up for air.  “Uh, we better go wash our faces an' stuff.  Mom and Dad are gonna be home soon.”

We all went to the bathroom.  I did a quick shower, as did the girls, then we went back to the bedroom and reluctantly got dressed.

“Pammy!  Go get a book out of your room so it looks like we were reading.”  And I dumped a board game in the middle of my bedroom floor.

Pammy brought a book and I put it on the nightstand, open, then we straightened the bed covers and all three crawled underneath.  I turned out the lights.  Pammy's head disappeared under the covers.

“Let's play 'tent',” she said.

Jilly chimed in, “How do we play?”

“We get under the covers and pretend we're in a tent.”

“You need to stop that.”  I was trying to be responsible, but that dissolved when a small hand fished my dick out of my PJ's and it ended up in a warm mouth.

“I sure hope I hear them coming.”  Two little girls giggled as they traded turns sucking me.  What a delight.

The delight ended, though, when I heard the sounds as our parents were leaving Jilly's house across the street.  “They're coming home!  Straighten up!”

The two little delights dutifully assumed angelic positions, one on either side of me, Jilly lying on top of the blanket and Pammy half covered.  I heard the door open, then footsteps as the adults came up the hall.

“Let me check on the kids,” I heard Mom say.  She stuck her head in the door.  “They must have played a game and Dan read them to sleep again.  The game's still on the floor.

I listened to various rustles and bumps as the folks readied for bed, then their bedroom door closed.  I was just starting to sleep when I felt little fingers working into the fly of my PJ's.  A little hand wrapped around my dick and slowly stroked it.  Jilly.

I listened to my right and heard only Pammy's even breathing.  Curly brown hair was barely visible in the dim light as a little head disappeared under the blanket.  Lips sucked the length of my dick into a warm mouth.  “Mmmmmmmm”, almost inaudible, then the head bobbing up and down.

This was going to be number seven for me today.  Could she do it?  Could I do it?  It would be so wonderfully fun to find out.