The Eager Little Sister
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)


Note to reader: This is a continuing story.  Comments to the author are always welcomed and appreciated. PJ


	Chapter Two


	Barbra watched her brother move a finger up and down the slightly puffy lips of Kelly's pussy. There was a sudden response between her own slim thighs, a tingling sort of feeling that made her want to touch herself there. She had experienced the same feeling before, but not so strong.

	She gasped as her brother's finger moved up and down the slit of Kelly's cunt. She heard Kelly giggle childishly and she also saw the perceptible movement of the girl's hips.

	"Let's take her panties down," Rick said, his voice strange to Barbra. "Let's take her panties down, John."

	Now Barbra knew who the other boy was. John and Rick had been close friends for two or three years now, always together.

	She watched them pull Kelly's panties down, letting them dangle at her spread knees. Kelly continued to maintain her posture: her hips arched forward, sweet pussy fully exposed to the two boys. The tingling sensation between Barbra's thighs became very strong and she pressed her legs together, but that only made it burn hotter than ever.

	Kelly giggled often, her eyes watching the boy's hands as they touched her twat. Now and then she wiggled as if they were tickling her. Barbra could almost feel their fingers between her own thighs.

	“I want ..." she heard Kelly stammering with shyness in her voice. "Wanna feel better . I like it.”

	"I know what you want, Kelly," John said, giving a low laugh. "You want me to do it or Rick?"

	"Let Rick do it," Kelly said, her face turning crimson. "I want Rick to do it. You done it before, John."

	"What's she talking about?" Rick asked.

	"She wants you to stick your finger in her pussy,' John replied. "Go ahead ... she likes a finger in there."

	"Are you sure?" Rick asked, doubtful. "She looks kinda little to me."

	"Aw, she likes it, Rick," John urged. "I've had my finger up her pussy lots of times. Go on... put your finger in.

	Barbra could hardly breathe. She was doing everything in her power to keep from dancing about. The sensation between her thighs was making her mind reel. There was a very powerful pulsation there, a throbbing feeling that was not only deep inside but also around the whole area of her crotch. It seemed to radiate outward, spreading to her shaking thighs and the cheeks of her tight, sweet little ass. She watched her brother poke tentatively at Kelly's pussy then his finger was gone. It seemed to have simply disappeared inside the girl's pussy all the way to his knuckles.

	"It sure is wet and hot," she heard her brother say in his strange voice. "Tight, too."

	When Rick pulled his finger free, Barbra saw the lips of Kelly's cunt clinging to it then it was out. His finger glistened wetly.

	She sure is pretty there," she heard him say. "I've never seen anything so pretty before."

	Then Rick did something that caused Barbra to almost fall backwards.

	Rick, without a word, suddenly darted his face forward and kissed Kelly's cunt.

	“Oooo!" Kelly giggled. "That was nice. Rick. Kiss me again... there."

	Rick pursed his lips and pressed them-to the golden-haired twat, kissing it longer this time. When he drew back, there was the loud smacking sound of his kiss.

	"Hey, that was okay!" John said. "I never thought about that before."

	"I just wanted to kiss her, "Rick said, suddenly embarrassed at what he had so impulsively done. "I don't know... I just wanted to."

	As though Rick had one-upped him, John said, "Watch this. Barbra saw him fumbling at the front of his pants then his cock was out. Barbra stared at his prick with huge eyes. Until now all she knew of a cock was that it was long and became hard when a boy was excited. She had certainly never seen one. She was fascinated by John's cock. The thickness of it surprised her and the head was so swollen she thought it must be very painful.

	"Pump it, Kelly," he said, taking the girl's wrist and placing her hand on his prick.

	Kelly wrapped her fingers about John's cock and began to jerk back and forth. Barbra's legs trembled and she felt very weak. There was a noticeable itch in the palms of her hands and she fought off the almost overwhelming urge to join them, to feel that big cock herself.

	"Take your cock out, too," John said, puffing a bit. "Take yours out and let her jack you, too."

	"Aw, she don't wanna touch mine," Rick said.

	"Yes I do," Kelly giggled, her fist working on John's cock a little faster. "I want to touch yours. Come on, Rick... you touched mine. It's only fair."

	"Well..."

	Barbra watched her brother pull his cock from his pants. She gazed at it then at John's. She decided then and there that Rick's cock was the prettiest, the biggest and hardest. It wasn't, of course, but he was her brother and she wanted him to be the best of all at everything.

	Kelly reached out and took Rick's prick in her other hand and began to stroke on it. Barbra watched with enormous eyes. Kelly was pumping on both hard cocks and it appeared as if she were enjoying it. She listened to the two boys grunt and moan and now she could not stop herself from pressing a small fist into her crotch. The burning sensation was ever so delicious now.

	"Oh, I don't know if I can..." she heard John grunt in a thick voice. "I don't know if I...oh shit! I gotta…”

	Barbra saw the white cum spurt from the tip of his cock and before she could see where it went, there was another one. Now she saw that the stuff was splashing onto Kelly's smooth thigh. She also saw that her little fist was jerking faster.

	"Ooohh, damn!"

	It was Rick's voice, but Barbra didn't lift her eyes to his face. She had never heard her brother use such words before. She was anticipating what he would do. She hoped he would sOuirt stuff from his cock the way John did, only more so. Kelly pumped faster on his cock, still hanging on to the cock of John. White globs flew from the head of Rick's prick and then he spurted fast and furious. Barbra did not see where the jism landed; her eyes were hot on the flare of his piss-hole.

	"That was better than doing it myself." She heard her brother saying.

	"Kelly does it-for me all the time.” John bragged. "I never have to jack myself off."


Chapter Three


	Barbra found the strength to move away, to walk on home. As she walked, she thought of what she had seen. The things she had heard. There was something very exciting about this, something that seemed to get inside her.

	Many people turned to look at the girl as she walked slowly, deep in thought.

	Barbra was a small girl, with an extremely beautiful face. Her face was almost painfully sweet, pure with innocence. It was the kind of face people wanted to reach out to, to cuddle and take care of. Everything she wore emphasized her beauty. That day she had worn a pleated skirt and white blouse. The white blouse was not tight, but her nipples could be seen. The pleated skirt bounced gaily as she walked, her little ass writhing in a natural manner of graceful, fluid motion.

	Barbra had coppery-red hair, a color that glowed and glistened in the light. Normally, a girl with that hair coloring would be fair of complexion, but Barbra was tanned lightly. There was not a blemish on her smooth flesh anywhere. Despite her small size, she was perfectly developed, flawlessly shaped.

	Her brother Rick, only a year older, towered a full head over Barbra. But she liked that.

	Barbra had large brown eyes, eyes that sparkled with youthful excitement, the sheer pleasure of living. She had a habit of glancing at people in such a way many considered seductive. But with her sweet face, it was not interpreted that way. Her nose was small and her mouth full and lips moist. They were soft lips, like velvet.

	Now, standing on the second-floor landing at school, looking out at the throng of students, she was once more remembering that day. She had felt herself jealous of Kelly, jealous that Rick had touched her between the thighs, jealous because the girl had jacked Rick off... and not her.

	Barbra didn't want any girl touching her brother, not that way. If Rick wanted that--needed it--she would be more than happy to help him. But she didn't know how to go about letting him know. She considered simply and boldly telling him what she had seen then bluntly saying she would let him touch her, that she would make his cock spurt. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

	What Barbra didn't know was that as she stood on the landing above Rick and John, the two boys were looking up. They were discussing her as they looked up her dress. If she had been aware of this, Ouite possibly she would have run off blushing.

	What the boys were looking at was Barbra's sweet smooth thighs, the way her ass swelled out and the tight fit of her panties. Since she was standing with her feet slightly apart and one knee hooked between the railings of the banister, they could also see the crotch of her panties. She had worn a pair of white panties today and the material did not conceal the very small dark shadow of her scant cunt-hair. Also, her pussy made a tantalizing lump in the crotch of her panties.

	The boys were talking about wanting to look at and feel her, the way Rick had done with Kelly.

	As she stood there, unaware that they were talking about her, looking up under her dress, it suddenly came to Barbra who Kelly was.

	Kelly was John's sister! For the rest of the afternoon, Barbra was on pins and needles. Knowing that Kelly and John were brother and sister, -she felt she could now devise some method to let her own brother know she was available for lewd things. She felt a relief, a relief that had been hanging over her since that day, yet not Ouite enveloping her.

	After school she ran home, knowing her parents would not be there. Both of them had jobs and often they didn't come home until seven or eight at night. If they were going to be later, they always called.

	Now, she thought as she burst into the house, if only Rick will come home instead of hanging out at school the way he did much of the time.

	With anticipation bubbling hotly inside her exquisite body, Barbra ran a hot bath. She washed herself. After toweling dry, she placed perfume in strategic areas of her body. She had never used perfume before, but she wanted her brother to be attracted to her. Somehow, she managed to keep from overdoing it. She dressed in a becoming dress, discarding the idea of shorts. Instinctively, without any knowledge of how to be seductive, Barbra managed to convey her availability to Rick anyway.

	She heard him as he entered the house and her heart leaped inside her chest. With a lump in her throat, she went out to meet him.

	"Decided to come home for a change," she said, her voice odd and she had to struggle to keep a tremor out of it.

	John glanced at his sister. "Anything wrong with that?"

	Barbra glanced down at the floor, shy. She had not intended to sound bossy. That was the last thing she wanted to sound like at this moment. Rick saw her crestfallen expression.

	"Aw, don't get mad, Barbra." He said.

	"I'm not mad, Rick."

	"You look nice." He said.

	Barbra brightened, lifting her eyes. She clamped her hands behind her and swayed her hips childishly. "Do you really think so?"

	"Like the man said...good enough to eat."

	With a laugh, she skipped to him, stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She had not kissed her brother in years and now she was glad she had done it.

	"What was that for?" he asked.

	"You're the best brother in the whole big world!" Barbra smiled at him. "I've got the best brother of all!

	For a moment Rick didn't say anything. He just looked at his sister. He was looking at her as if he had never seen her before. "You're different." He said.

	"How am I different?" She countered, looking down shyly.

	"Well   you smell good, for one thing." He said, peering at her. "You look different, too. I don't know how different, but different. Aw, you know what I mean, Barbra."

	"Do you like me?" she asked in a shy voice, looking at him from lowered lashes.

	"Sure, I like you. You're my sister, aren't you?"

	"I don't mean that way," she pouted. "Do you like me better than any other girl in the whole world?"

	"How am I supposed to like you?"

	"Well..." She shuffled one foot on the carpet. "I don't know. I just kinda thought...well, that you liked me better than other girls."

	"You're acting funny, Barbra." Rick said. "Is something wrong with you?"

       "No," she said then in a whisper, "Yes, there is something wrong with me." 
       
       "You better tell the folks," he said. "You might have to see a doctor."

	"I can't tell them what's wrong with me." She replied. "And I certainly don't need to see any damned old doctor."

	Rick's eyes widened. "Did I hear you say 'damned'?"

	Barbra placed her hands on her hips and stamped her small foot. "Yes, you did, Rick Stone! I said damn ... damn, damn! I'll say it again, too!"

	"What's wrong with you?" he asked again.

	"Why don't you open your damned old eyes and take a damned good look, damn you!" she shouted at him.

	"You're dinghy." Rick said. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

	"I'm talking about pussy...and fuck and ... cock ...and... " Her voice trailed off and she blushed a deep red. But her eyes continued to glare at her brother. Rick stood there, mystified and surprised to hear the words his sister was shouting at him.

	"Yes!" she said, her courage taking hold again. "I said cock and pussy and fuck and fuck you!"

	She whirled and fled from the room, going to her bedroom and flinging herself facedown onto the bed, tears in her eyes.

	Rick stood for a while in the living room. None of it made sense to him. He went to her bedroom door and knocked.

	"Barbra?" he called out.

	There was no reply.

	"Barbra? Let me talk to you." he said through the door.

	"Go away! she yelled. "Go away and and...fuck yourself!"

	He tried the doorknob, but it was locked. "Open up and let me in, Barbra. Let's talk about this."

	"Go play with Kelly."

	"Huh?"

	But Barbra did not reply. She had shouted that at him in anger. She had not intended to let him share in her secret, to let him know she had spied on him that day. She sat up, staring at the door. Finally, she went to it and unlocked it then flung herself face down on the bed again.

	Rick opened the door and entered.

	His sister's feet were toward him and when she had flung herself down, the skirt of her dress flew to the lovely cheeks of her ass. Her slender, shapely thighs were fully revealed, as well as the tight panties that covered the sweet swells of her ass cheeks. For a moment, Rick stood and gazed at the beautiful view then moved to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. He looked at his sister's lovely thighs and the tight way her panties fit. He could see the attractive crease of her ass cheeks where they met her thighs and felt a tingle in his balls.

	"What did you mean about Kelly?" he asked his voice low and slightly shaky.

	"You know," she sobbed, not looking at him.

	"No, I don't, Barbra."

	"I saw you!" she sobbed. "1 saw you at school."

	"What did you see?"

	"You and...and John," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "And Kelly is John's sis...sister!"

	For a moment Rick didn't say anything. Then, tentatively, he reached out and touched her lower leg.

	Kelly felt his hand on her calf and she began to tremble. She waited for him to say something, but he didn't.

	"You don't...you don't..." she began, stumbling over the words she wanted to say. "Oh, Rick! Why? Why did you do that to her?"

	"Well, gosh..." he said. "Barbra, you know how it is. I mean, a guy...a guy just has to... well, boys do that."

	"Sure they do," she agreed, "but girls? Do they do it, too? I mean, is Kelly the only one?"

	"She's the only one I've...you know."

	Barbra turned over swiftly, glaring up at her brother. "You don't need her!" she said, her words hissing. "You don't need to touch her that way.

	When Barbra turned over, her dress remained past her hips. Rick found himself looking at the tightness of his sister's panties. Again he saw the bulge of her tantalizing cunt, the dark shadow of her sparse hair. Barbra's legs were open slightly and he was sure he could see the slit of her pussy.

	"Why are you looking at me that way, Rick?" she asked, her voice suddenly thick. "Do I look any different than Kelly? Am I a freak or something?"

	"Gosh, Barbra," he grunted. "I don't know what to say. I never seen you like this before."

	"Then you better take a damn good look, Ricky," she snapped. "Because you'll never get another look at me this way if you touch Kelly again!"

	Rick looked at his sister. There was anger in her dark eyes, but something else, too. "What did you say?"

	"I said, I wouldn't let you look at me this way ever again if you touch Kelly." she said, her voice no longer hers.

	"I don't understand, Barbra."

	"Then let me explain." She said, placing her warm palm on his thigh. "Whatever Kelly can do, I can do."

	Excitement flared in his eyes. "You mean it, Barbra?"

	"Try it and see." She challenged.

	"I can. touch.. touch you? The way I touched Kelly?" He didn't believe it. "You'll let me touch you that way ...down there?"

	Barbra lifted herself up on her elbows, looking at him. "Yes," she said. "You can do everything with me that you do with Kelly. Oh, Rick! Don't you see I love you! I'd do anything for you!"

	"Gosh!"

	She waited, hardly breathing. She felt anticipation swelling in her chest and she choked back a sob when she realized Rick still didn't believe her.

	"Oh, goddamn it!" she snapped. She grabbed his arm and pulled it forward, placing his hand on her thigh a few inches from her cunt. "Touch me! Touch me like you touched Kelly!"

	"You're sure?"

	"Touch me!" She felt her brother's hand move up her thigh. She shivered, heat coming to the surface of her exquisite body. Still on her elbows, she watched his hand move toward her cunt. As his fingers moved to within half an inch of her twat, Barbra opened her thighs wider. Then Rick had his palm cupping his sister's pussy.

	"Ooooooo!" Barbra whimpered. "Oooohh, that feels . ohbhh, Rick! I like it!"

	She writhed her hips as his fingers caressed the tight band of her panties. She felt something like a searing heat scorch her pussy. Rick moved his fingertip up and down her bulging slit. He discovered that what he was seeing was indeed the outline of his sister's cunt.

	"That isn't the way you touched her," Barbra said in a low, throaty voice. "You put your finger inside her."

	"Well, Barbra ...are you sure?"

	"Yes!" she demanded.

	With a trembling hand, Rick pulled the crotch of his sister's panties to one side. He peered down at her puffy cunt. The hair, very little of it, was as dark or darker than the hair on her head. The pink 11ps were fully visible. Being very careful, almost afraid Barbra would change her mind. Rick began to press his middle finger between those succulent pussylips Barbra moaned softly as she watched his finger slip in deeper. There was fullness there, a feeling that both thrilled her and frightened her. For a brief moment she experienced a sharp pain then it was gone. She was amazed at the change, at the most delicious feeling she had ever felt in her young life.

	Rick's finger was inside her cunt now to his knuckles. Barbra stared between her thighs, surprised at how easily this had happened.


To Be Continued


