The Yong Sisters Chapter Two by pointless(send feedback to
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Ever since the incident a few days ago Becky Young had had a hard
time separating herself from her older sister Jenny. Neither
sister could get enough of the other. Their relationship, already
close, had only become closer.

When their parents had called to tell them that they would be
gone for two month's to vacation in Europe the girls had had to
put up quite a struggle to pretend they cared. Becky's situation
when she was on the phone with their mother wasn't made any
easier by the playful, tickling kisses Jenny kept placing on her
neck and ears. It wasn't an easy job to explain to their mom why
exactly she found the fact that there was six hundred dollars in
the cookie jar on top of the fridge funny. Luckily, mom hadn't
really cared too much. Apparently she was late for a massage
treatment, so she hung up with a quick good-bye.

Immediately after hanging up the phone Jenny and Becky had made
soft, sweet love in their parents large, fluffy bed. Jenny was
becoming quite the pussy eater. She did magical things to Becky,
things Becky hadn't thought were possible from her older sister.
Her tongue, her lips, her teeth (in short, her entire mouth) were
finely attuned to making Becky scream with joyful abandon.

Jenny was an instinctive bi slut.

They had fucked for hours until Jenny fell asleep curled up in
Becky's arms. Becky wasn't tired, so, after making sure her
lovely sister was sound asleep, she went to her bedroom and
slipped on a loose hippyish floral dress just in case that nosy
little bastard who lived next door happened to be peeping again.
Thomas was a cute kid (well, if you considered an 18 year old a
kid, as some do), but he was such a pervert. Always trying to
catch a peek of Becky and Jenny or one of their friends.

One of these days she'd have to do something about him..

Becky headed for the kitchen and poured herself some vodka. Their
parents always had a lot of booze around the house for parties or
whatever. The vodka also happened to go good with the oxycontins
that Becky's mom kept "hidden" in her medicine cabinet. Becky
thanked god everyday for blessing her with a mother with a brain
of heavily fermented Swiss cheese.

She crushed a couple of the pills on the counter after making
sure the shades were closed and there was no backlight. With a
knife, she split the powder into three good-sized lines, grabbed
a straw from a drawer, and quickly snorted the bitter powder up
your fine, delicate nose.

After she'd lit herself a cigarette and grabbed up her half full
glass of vodka and ice she made her way to the living room to
listen to some jazz and relax. Her cigarette tasted good. At
least it tasted better than the drip from the pills.

The music began to get to her after a bit. She felt herself
beginning to nod off. Becky thought it would be a nice idea to go
lay back down with Jenny, but her thought was cast aside but the
telephones annoying ring.

It was her best friend Sara speaking loudly and incoherently
about something, as was her fashion. Becky had to hold the phone
away from her ear for a few seconds before she was able to
properly respond.

"Whoa! Whoa! Slow down, Sara," Becky said sedately. "What the
hell are you talking about?"

"Are you drunk or something?" replied Sara sweetly with interest.

"Yeah or something," laughed Becky.

"Ooooh! Got anymore?"

"Is that why you called me?"

"Well.that and I was wondering if you feeling like a little
private party tonight" Sara laughed sweetly over the phone.

"Oh, so now you want my drugs and my body?" That was why Becky
loved Sara. She was such a slut, and she was cute too. At twenty,
Sara was the type of girl that looked perpetually sixteen. Her
shoulder length blonde hair framed a beautiful, cheerleader face.
Small nose, high cheekbones and full lips. She looked like she
either had a damned good plastic surgeon or she was blessed by
god. (Looks are always deceiving.) Tiny, cute breasts and a thin
five-foot frame.

She was the prototypical angelic, suburban slut.

"Do you want to or not?" whispered Sara seductively through the
phone. Becky said yes, and fifteen minutes later Sara was gently
knocking on her front door to be let in so the fun could begin.

Becky let Sara in and they headed to the living were Becky had
already set up the party supplies. For a small girl Sara could
pack away the pills. Between them, both girls crushed and snorted
three twenties then they both sat back and smoked some cigarettes
until the bitter drip faded behind the numbing high.

Relaxing, they both slowly slid against the other, each using the
others thin frame to support their unwanted weight.

Becky didn't protest when Sara slipped a hand on to her thigh.
Nor when that hand began to casually pull her dress up, exposing
her skin to Sara's light touch. Becky's hand began to languidly
return the favour, her fingers slowly finding their way under the
black leather mini to the silk covered pussy of her best friend
and Sara did the same to Becky.

Leisurely, their mouths met in a slow kiss as their fingers began
to touch gently at each other's sensitive folds. Tongues parted
lips and began to sweetly explore as fingers did the same.
Musical moans competed with the soft music that flowed from the
speakers.

The music was losing much to Becky and Sara's wicked joy. Surely,
Billy Holliday would understand.

Somehow, clothes were shed and both girls were allowed to touch
skin on skin.

Becky's talented fingers worked wonders on petite friend
delicate, little body. The kiss broke as Becky began to work her
down to Sara's delightful, little mounds. Small kisses on the
neck, a light nip on the shoulder, until she had reached Sara's
cute tits and began to show her appreciation for her friend.

 Sara's free hand began to caress Becky's smooth back as she
enjoyed her friend's soft attentions. Becky's finger's still
gently probed and caressed her pussy even as her mouth bit,
licked and suckled at Sara's tits. Becky was truly one of the
best lovers Sara had ever had.

" Ooh, yeah.you know I love that, baby," Sara whispered as Becky
began to bite down gently on her aching nipples. " Oh, fuck yeah,
Becky! Bite it just like that."

Becky laughed without taking her mouth away from Sara's breasts.
Her fingers began to probe deeper into Sara's now slick cunt.
Sara began to moan and squirm so pleasantly under Becky's tender
attentions.

Sara always was easy to get off, but it was a wonderful spectacle
to behold when she did.  The way her lithe, thin frame twisted
and gyrated. The sweet moans and groans the emanated from her
innocent looking mouth. How the sweat would bead on her forehead
and her breasts. Becky just loved to make Sara cum, and as she
bit down hard on Sara's other nipple and allowed her index finger
to gently tease it's way to Sara's asshole while her thumb
massaged her friends clitoral hood Sara rewarded her with a loud,
quaking orgasm, squeezing her thighs together to trap Becky's
hand between her legs and pulling Becky's face hard to her
breast.

"Ooooooh.."

Sara's skin tingled and Her body went numb. Pure, ungodly bliss.

As Sara came down Becky began to make her way slowly down her
friends now sweat slick body placing gentle kisses on Sara's
ribs, tasting the salt from the sweat on Sara's tight tummy and
just above the soft skin of her delicate, pink pussy.

Sara had the most beautiful pussy Becky had ever known. She loved
the taste, the feel of the soft skin there. Like cocaine, Becky
was drawn to devour the very essence of her friend as Sara again
came alive with soft, cooing moans, squirming her thin hips in
fluid dance of delicious pleasure.

"Oh, baby," Sara cooed, " Oh, you make me feel so good," as
Becky's tender attentions brought her closer to another bout with
bliss. Becky's lips and tongue felt, explored, caressed every
fold, every electrified nerve ending of Sara's pussy.
Occasionally placing little nips and kisses on Sara's velvet
inner thighs before returning to the prize.

She again brought her finger to intrude upon Sara's sensitive
backdoor, teasingly beginning to force entry into this most
treasured spot.

Sara's coos became louder, more groans of pleasure than anything.
More intense as back began to arch, instinctively forcing her
pussy against Becky's hungry mouth. Sweat began to cut little
trails down her breasts, down her forehead, tickling paths down
her ribs.

Her hand again found Becky's head, holding it to her cunt as her
other hand pawed at her breasts as her body convulsed with
another intensely beautiful orgasm. Stars, tiny points of purple
and blue light passed before her eyes as she screamed with pure
ecstasy and squeezed her thighs together around Becky's head.

"Oh my fucking god! Oh fuck!"

Becky's mouth continued licking, tasting the sweet flower of Sara
as wave upon wave of delight hit her beloved friend. Neither girl
noticed that the music had ceased. Neither girl cared.

When Sara had finally returned to the plain of the living and
released her friend's head from the death grip of her legs they
both shared long, tender kiss where hands flowed freely over soft
flesh, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. Enjoying the
sharing and the pleasure it brought them.

It was now Sara's turn to take the initiative in the wonderful
game they were playing. It was now her chance to taste the
sweetness of Becky's lovely body, especially the part that lay
between smooth, athletic legs.

Gently, but firmly, she pushed Becky onto her back and broke
their kiss only to bring her attention to Becky's neglected
breasts and the taut nipples that dwelled upon them. Biting them
gently. Licking them and suckling them with contented joy as
Becky moaned her approval into the air that surrounded them..
Sara's hands squeezed the small, soft mounds while Becky's hands
absentmindedly caressed the soft skin of Sara's back,
occasionally scratching the skin with fingernails leaving red
trails in the delicate skin.

Sara enjoyed lavishing attention on Becky's breasts almost as
much as Becky. Reluctantly, however, she began to move on knowing
she had more desirable treats awaiting her a little further down
the road.

She kissed Becky's navel and paused to lick it for a moment,
kissing around and tasting the sweet flavour of Becky's skin all
while Becky squirmed and giggled softly to herself, eyes closed,
lost in the gentle caresses until soft hands and lips urged her
to open her thighs wide. Then Sara was right there where she
ought to be eating away at Becky's pussy.

Amongst all her friends and lovers, Sara was Becky's absolute
favourite in bed. So unselfish, so attentive with every bite,
lick or gentle probe of her thin fingers. Sara made love to
Becky's pussy like it was all there was of value in this great
big, dark and ugly world.

" Oh fuck yeah, Oh come on, sweetie! Just like that! Ah, yeah,
just like that!"

Becky's moans and screams echoed off of the living room walls.
Sara giggled as she kept licking away at Becky's delicious cunt.
She loved  to hear Becky scream, loved to feel her body moving
under her mouth and tongue as she tasted her.

" Oh, fucking Christ! Aaaaaaah Fuuucckk!" Becky screamed as her
body and mind were enveloped with a pleasure she'd felt so many
times before, but which she could never imagine living without.

Sara, lovely Sara continued her beautifully tender machinations
on Becky's sex until Becky's sweaty, writhing body calmed and she
took a deep satisfied breath,

" God, I fucking love you, Sara," she said causing Sara to giggle
as she crawl on top of her close friend to place a kiss on her
sweaty forehead. They then embraced in a long, sweet kiss,
holding each other close, enjoying the feel of each others skin
for a good, long while.

Suddenly, Sara got up, placing a quick kiss on Becky's nose and
got up, running naked to her coat in the foyer.

" Where are you going?' asked Becky through heavy eyes and foggy
mind.

"I've got a present !" Sara said giggling as she walked quickly
back into the living room holding her hands behind her back as if
hiding something. Becky pulled her dress back on over her head.

Sara came to a stop right in front of her, hand still behind her
back and a big, stupid, bleary eyed smile on her face like some
doped up little kid on Christmas morning. Becky just had to
laugh.

" Sara, what the hell do you have?' she said, still laughing at
her fucked up friend.

" Say please," replied Sara, goofy grin still in place.

" Pleeeeaaassse,"

Becky knew full well that this was the only way to end this
little game quickly. Satisfied, Sara pulled her hand from behind
her back and dangled a little baggy full of fine white powder and
gently tossed it to her now wide-eyed friend. Becky examined it
closely and realized almost instantly that it was cocaine, the
greatest stuff on earth.
" Who'd you blow for this?' Becky said, smiling at the prospect
that she would soon be allowed to partake in this wonderful
ambrosia. "Shut up, and start breaking that shit up," came back
Sara slapping Becky's shoulder gently for her implications.

Becky gladly did as she was told and began dumping the coke out
onto the glass coffee table in front of the couch. Sara fetched a
razor and straw from her purse beside the couch and hided them to
Becky.

" There most two eight balls here," said Becky as began  to
chopped the hard rocks in the coke until she had a good-sized
pile on the table before her.

" Damned well better be," came back Sara, " I paid enough for
it."

The two girls kept talking as Becky kept cutting until she was
satisfied the coke was free from grains and chunks. Sara lit them
both cigarettes after she put her clothes back on. She Becky's
hers just as Becky was finishing cutting the coke into eight big
lines and another pile for a bit later. Maybe Jenny would want
some, if she woke up soon..



Jenny had woke up alone on  her parents oversized bed covered in
fluffy pillows, comforters and her mothers childish stuffed
animal collection. She was horny, but still very tired. She had
hoped  that Becky would still be there with her when she woke.

The bedroom was sound proofed, so she had no idea whether Becky
was even home. Becky had said something about going out for
smokes earlier, so there was a good chance she was gone. God damn
it! She was so aroused for no reason, and she hated masturbating
when there were other options about and, damn it, she didn't want
to get up!

Subconsciously  her hand had already found its way to her sex,
her fingers had already began to dance their little dance.
Gently, she began making love to her own pussy. Sliding her
fingers across her cleft as her thumb began to massage her clit.

God, it felt good, but it could feel so much better. If only she
had vibrator or something soft, but firm like her old teddy she'd
had when she was twelve and first discovering the joys of your
pussy..

Suddenly she realized what was lying around her. Soft, furry
rabbits, monkeys, dogs and bears. God, she thought desperately to
herself, mom would kill me if she found out..but she'll be gone
for a month.she'll never know.I won't tell her.

Even as these thoughts made their way through her deviant mind
her hands were already reaching out to her mothers favourite
stuffed bear. Mr. Bibo, or something like that. His soft, fur
covered pillow like body, designed to be hugged and cuddled by
small by small children in the night swiftly found it's way
between Jenny's equally soft thighs to serve a purpose the toy
manufacturer hadn't anticipated.

Jenny squealed when plush bears soft fur tickled her sensitive,
aroused flesh. Her squeals began to subside and give way to soft
moans however when, with Mr. Bibo clamped tightly between her
legs and one hand firmly on `his' head, she began to grind her
pussy against the bears soft firmness.

" Unnnh, mmmmmmmm.oh god.oh yeah," she whispered sweetly to
herself as the selfish pleasure slowly began to well up at her
centre. Her hips gyrated in an almost circular motion as she
ground hard on the fluffy, little bear. Her free hand found it's
way to her breasts, to knead the her soft mounds, to pinch and
tweak at her hard nipples.
Sweat began to form on her soft skin. On her breasts and forehead
from her sweet exertion. As she lay on her side a drop winded
it's way down her tight, smooth belly, around her belly button,
then onto the bed, tickling her in a delightful way.

" Oh yeah.oh, fuck yeah.oh, god.oh..," she moaned and whimpered
to herself and herself alone as she felt an orgasm building
inside of her. Her hips ground harder. Her thighs squeezed tight.
Her fingers twisted hard around taut, pink nipple and then the
pleasure rippled through her body as a high squeal escaped her
tight drawn lips and clenching teeth. For a moment her thin,
feminine frame went rigid as the orgasm she'd so desperately
needed wound it's  way  through her mind and body.

The poor, little bear would have been crushed to death if it had
lived as it laid within the death grip of Jenny's smooth,
athletic thighs.

Slowly she came down from her blissful, selfish high, but the
poor stuffed bear still stayed where it was as life returned to
Jenny's limbs bringing her hips back in motion against the now
slightly damp plush toy. Now somewhat satisfied, her sweet
gyrations were slower, more determined, more used to the feel of
the soft fur.

Her soft whimpering continued, but no more words issued forth
from her lips. Only soft purrs of pleasure meant only for her.

Her seconds orgasm came much quicker than the first, much more
intense. Her poor nipples hurt from her unconscious tweaking and
pulling. Such a sharp, sweet pain.

Her body convulsed as if with a seizure. A glorious guttural
scream burst forth from enraptured young body. All sound went
away. All light went black as Jenny's cum soaked the already damp
stuffed bear.

The pleasure was so great, so all consuming that poor, tired
Jenny passed and fell into a deep slumber with poor Mr. Bibo
still stuck between her legs.



Becky and Sara had just finished their fifth and sixth lines
respectively and had started on their second pack of camels. Both
girls were laughing , sitting, twitching in place. Talking about
anything and nothing at all when Becky suddenly remembered poor
Jenny.

" Jenny's here?" asked Sara, big eyed and happy. She had always
had a not so secret crush on Becky's big sister.

" Yeah, she's been home for a couple weeks now," replied Becky.

" Bullshit! I haven't seen her at any parties," Sara retorted,
"Where as she been all the time? She hasn't gone all goody, goody
Christian on us, has she?" Becky laughed at that and said, "Do
you really want to know?"

"Yeah," said Sara indignantly, wondering why Becky was being so
goddamned coy. Becky smiled and wondered to herself if she should
tell her. How would Sara react to the fact that Becky and Jenny
were now lovers?

How? Well, I'll tell ya later.

