The Challenge X^2

“The Challenge X^2”

Out of story contest entry due to word count:
Writing Contest 2023/II

Prologue:
This is an alternate reality extension of another story and stands apart with no strings. This is final draft form, but not by any quality editor only myself so there will be mistakes, run on sentences, and overall shitty grammar.

This story follows two fraternal twins that grew up together, and grew apart. Sibling rivalry runs deep as they slowly come back together by teasing strangers in a mall. The ironic parallel of their twin situations isn’t fully understood until the end with a roll of the dice.

Tags:
-Primary
straight loli, twins, Mg, age difference, teasing, exhibitionism, pregnancy risk, dub-con, ulgy man, rough, contest entry
-Secondary
Oedipus complex, Grooming, Sibling rivalry, challenges, duality of Ugly & Pure, 6th Sense,
-Tertiary
Non-con, Blackmail, interracial, MMMg, ugly, uncircumcised, smegma, erotic asphyxiation, bondage, cum filling and plug, cervix penetration, body writing, humilation

(I wish I knew the term for that common fat, ugly, middle aged, glasses-wearing perverted dork in so many mangas, because that guy is main antagonist)

Favorite lines & preview:

Sierra’s eyes darted around as Megan turned to look, but like some universal convergence of odd numbers the moment passed and the food court was back to normal chatter.

Both sisters were crying and neither knew if the tears were happy, sorrowful, or angry and neither cared. As their chests heaved the tears fell, and once again their hearts beat in unison each to each.

Not just a mild up-skirt, but full clean labia split to the red watermelon center.

“Yeah it says here that concrete walls and stuff interfere with the signal. So like if you were in an elevator…” Suddenly he remembered he was talking to a teen girl. “But, you’re too young-“ Before he could finish a shrill electronic alarm froze everyone in the area.

Markus slapped a hand to his cheek, “Ouch! But no I graduated puberty so I’m doing better than you!”

Billy’s voice called out from one of the far corridors, “Sierra!” He huffed and puffed like the Three-Billy-Goats-Gruff as he approached.

Sierra covered her mouth with surprise as she saw where the story was going, “-He killed his father and fucked his mother!” She felt exhilarated to curse like that; it was such a Megan thing.

“’It’? Sounds like it needs a name.” She smiled; Billy was as harmless as her text book diagrams. “How about Kero-chan!”
“What-no you can’t-“
“Why not? Kero is bossy and demanding but also small and kinda helpless!”
“It’s not small and helpless!”

Billy stared at the simple on and off switch as if his entire life was summed up in this single item. Was she asking him to press the button? He picked up the remote to examine it closer, “And… you’re wearing these? Now?”

Sometimes she would find these girls crying and no matter how much she tried to help she would never see them again… Every girl that didn’t come back felt like her personal failure.

This wasn’t admiration; this was indulgence. Slowly she surrendered to his strength. The shocking awareness that she had no power in this moment was the most welcome epiphany she had ever experienced.

He saw his reflection, but more importantly he saw the ghostly prints of where her hands and face had laid against it. He couldn’t believe what had happened but the ache in his groin was gone; and so was she.

The twins didn’t talk, but continued to exchange glances. The nuance conversation of looks was very telling.

Megan burst out in laughter until she suddenly grabbed her abdomen with a pained groan. “Don’t ever grow up sis, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

Each had grown in their own ways. Each tried to use the horrible events to become a better person. Their rigorous drive in to excel in sports and sibling rivalry wouldn’t allow anything less.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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“The Challenge X^2”

“You are such a slut…” Megan said dismissively.

“OMG I am not!” Sierra’s pale complexion was already flushed with embarrassment due to her situation.

“Then why do you run into this problem like… ALL the time?”

A late summer’s breeze blew across the parking lot as the sisters walked toward the mall. A black passenger van painted with a Hahn’s Gymnastics logo drove away. The girls were both top students at Hahn’s. Sierra’s ability was unmatched for her age and was gaining national fame. The girls’ parents often worked late and after practice the coach’s assistant, Julie would drop the twins off at the mall.

“It’s against regulation to wear panties under your leotard.”

“Are we at competition right now?”

“No, but..”

“Were we at a competition earlier?”

“NO, it was practice b-…”

“Don’t but me! You’re the one with your butt in the breeze.” Megan’s bully instinct perked up as an evil Grinchy grin grew. The two were fraternal twins. They shared the unspoken communication like their identical counterparts, but were from two separate ova. Sierra had the gift, but Megan always felt she got the better end of the deal. She had the brains and the butt! She eyed her sister’s scrawny ass with disgust; she was such a child. Her sis focused on stretches for flexibility and diet, while she worked her hips and glutes. She didn’t need spandex for support, but loved yoga pants as they made her the envy of every female, and idol of every man.

A stiff wind caught Sierra’s wool school skirt. She held the front down but the back pleats flared. The heavy fabric fell back into place with an angry sigh. Sierra rolled her eyes annoyed with her sister, but mostly at herself. “You practice to win. Every stretch, every jump, and every tumble is the same at practice as at a meet.”

“Thanks Olga!” The Coach at Hahn’s was a Russian battleaxe. Megan never ran short of Olga’s ire.

Sierra’s light pink lips were tight lines of annoyance as she cut her eyes at Megan. “I’ll just have to buy-“ Her face had been flushed but suddenly went white. “Oh crap!” The girls both carried a light gym bag, but Sierra’s was much lighter than Megan’s. They were passing rows of parked cars. Sierra squatted down to frantically dig in her bag. She had two different leotards, hair scunchies, wrist and ankle wraps, ballet shoes, slippers, a water bottle, a combination makeup kit that she rarely used, different kinds of hair brushes, a plushy lion named Simba, but alas… no wallet. She felt the wind kick up her skirt but was defeated in her crouch. Any occupants inside the parked cars could catch eye full of her naked bum again.

Their family wasn’t just wealthy, they were filthy rich. The idea and concept of money was the same as picking an outfit to wear for the day. The cost of things was as flippant as the color of a blouse. Apart from the credit cards, the girls also ran a very successful “yourtube” account. With the help of their lifelong friend and neighbor Maggie, the girls monetized their accounts last year. It was useful to have spending money outside their parent’s knowledge. Megan might die if her father found out how many thongs she bought.

Megan’s smile matched Sierra’s grimace. No words were spoken, but both girls knew how the afternoon would play out as they continued on. Sierra’s gleeful spirit was gone. Silently they passed though the shadowy parking garage and approached the outer doors. Megan’s mind raced with ideas of how to torment her sister. She skipped a few steps to grab the door politely. Waking into the mall felt like sealing a deal with the devil for Sierra. In Megan’s mind her sis deserved to be tormented. Megan harbored more than simple jealously. Sierra won everything and had everyone fawning over her every move and graceful fart. It made Megan sick!

Inside strong fans blew and tossed Sierra’s skirt. She held it down with newfound disgust. The girls were home schooled so the uniform skirt was a silly thing, but it helped Sierra feel… relevant. Sure, with all the yourtube success and followers and gymnastics fans and fame she was an underage icon, but she felt alone. Her sister didn’t help and other than Maggie, she didn’t have any friends. The automatic doors opened and the twins entered the food court.

Megan wanted Sierra to grovel, but pretended the conversation was normal. “Why do they have the two sets of doors and fans like that?”

Sierra was forced to placate her sister, “It’s a bug screen.” Her tone was dead flat, “It stops flies, gnats, and mosquitoes from getting inside.”

“Ahhh, that makes sense.” She let the air stew in silence and trepidation. She knew Sierra better than anyone. Her sister kept a very strict diet, and late afternoon was her chance to eat anything she wanted. The next morning she would double up on smoothies and fiber to encourage a bowel movement. Sierra wanted to be totally empty for practice or meets. She was as regular as a clock, and time was ticking away.

Megan grumbled under her breath as she wandered forward, “… scrawny-bean-pole-bitch…“ She was starving too because while she hated to admit it she was attempting the same diet.

Sierra was oblivious eyeing the various food vendors, “I’m sorry what?” Her mouth salivated at the aroma. Megan ignored her as usual. She couldn’t give up this easy, but she needed to eat! “So… what’s the plan?” She licked her lips. The body was an amazing thing, just the hint of food and apatite and it prepared for pre-digestion. Sierra made a habit of disappointing her body however and it may have to wait this time too.

Megan still refused to answer she just went to a row of high chairs and long bar like sections that wrapped the outer food court windows. Megan understood the problem wasn’t that she was fat; she WASN’T fat! At a mere 118lbs and standing at a solid 5’1” she was WELL below the norm on BMI for her age. Just because she could pinch a bit of flesh on her belly was nothing to worry about. Sierra was a freak! AT 4’6” sixty-some pounds SHE wasn’t even on the scale! She took a seat as Sierra followed behind. “I don’t know… lets just TALK.”

Sierra faced her sis and stepped up into the tall chair. “Talk?”

“Yeah, when’s the last time we really just talked?”

“Like, a meeting? I mean… we talk all the time.” This nonsense confused her, but she also questioned the unique seating arrangement. It was a good way for parents to watch their children or look for a specific car to pass outside. Her tall chair had an odd observation post feel to it.

“No, I mean how ‘are you’ Sierra?” Megan reached across to gently place a caring hand on her shoulder to emphasize the point.

Something wasn’t right Sierra’s senses were peaked, “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” A middle aged man was wandering the food court pondering what to eat. He was well rounded and walked away from a burger stand. Good for him she thought.

“Really! I mean, I kinda feel like we’ve drifted apart ever since the State Meet last year.”

The two sisters had been more distant and involved in their own projects. “I guess… it’s like… we used to have the combined yourtube channel with all three of us right?” Her eyes were aglow with nostalgia. The three girls had worked so hard to make the intro.

“Yeah! We used to spend hours and hours everyday making those videos. I rarely even see Maggie now.”

Sierra giggled, “That’s because she avoids you.”

“AVOIDS ME?”

“Yeah! Because you’re hateful and mean to her all the time.”

Megan knew very well that she was the Chair of the b-i-t-c-h committee, but feigned amazement, “Nooooo-waaay.”

Sierra started to feel at ease and hooked her heels into the support strut on her chair. “Yes way! She’s tired of being the butt of all your jokes. All you do is pick on her.”

“Is that why she suggested we make our own yourtube accounts?”

“Well… there’s more to it than that. The big one was suffering for views and we each had such a dedicated following so it just made sense.” The real issue that settled into Megan was the girls hadn’t talked about it! It just happened. “So take your famous nip slip, right?”

Megan giggled, “The one that almost got us banned!”

Sierra was getting into the conversation now, “The one and only!” The three had been showing off different leotards at different price ranges. Many comments mentioned the expensive equipment the girls used so they wanted to demo a full range of price effective options and qualities. Megan had been putting her next leotard on and got too close to the camera. “After that, ALL the comments were asking for you.”

“But you’re the one with all the skill!”

“Yeah, I know right!” Sierra couldn’t resist a jab, “But then you’re boobs started getting bigger too…”

“So you cut me out because I was getting popular?”

Sierra giggled, “Look I’ve got 8 million on one video so don’t even go there! And Maggie had her softball stuff so.” Megan huffed, feeling that her boobs broke the group up. “An’ when you really look close I’m the only one making real gymnastics videos now! I’ve got a video when we got home about a frog stretch from all different angles.” Sierra giggled, “And what are you gonna’ do another butt workout?”

“Hips and hamstrings thank you!”

“Yeah well, how many followers do you think are exercising their… hamstrings with you?” Sierra didn’t have much more than a clue about masturbation, only that when she checked the channel stats most followers many were creepy middle aged men.

“Well be sure you wear panties in your video!” Megan rolled her eyes, “All angles… what other kinds of videos do you make?”

Sierra shook her head in return, “It’s not like when we first started… ok?”

“Gosh, that seems like sooooooooooo long ago.”

“I had just turned six when we started. Olga suggested I start teaching.”

Both the girls joined in saying, “-the best way to learn something is to teach it…” They both laughed in unison. The saying had been drilled for years into their head.

Megan turned back to look over the food court happy to see her evil plan was working. Keeping her sister distracted she continued, “I hated when she would tell me to teach the little kids…”

“Well, I started making instructional videos for them and it wasn’t all bad.” The bittersweet memory had been the real start of the rivalry. Maggie had joined Sierra in honest effort and soon Megan had to be involved. “I couldn’t do anything without Maggie back then! And you were jealous of us IN-STANT-LY and haaaaad to join in.”

“And so the Gymna-Stars were born.” Megan smiled and that was a good thing wasn’t it?

“I’ll be thirteen next January so give or take a few months that channel ran for six years.”

“OK, you have to promise me that when we get home we’ll go watch some of our old videos!”

Sierra was taken aback; she wasn’t used to her sister being so civil or could she believe genuine? Nope… not EVER, something was up. “O…k… sure, but we’ll have to get Maggie. It wouldn’t be right to watch without her.”

“Yeah get her to bring that projector and we’ll watch downstairs on the big wall. It’ll be a sleepover like old times.” The three story mini-mansion had a full basement and resided in the top gated community in the entire state, voted so 3 years running. The big wall was left blank all for sorts of home schooling projects and of course, the projector.

Sierra was looking around the food court and over her shoulder into the street. The man had ordered and sat facing her but was deep in his cell phone. A group of black boys was to his right. The odd looking business man and black teens should have sat further apart. Their baggy clothing and silly flat billed hats made her giggle.

Megan picked up on her sister’s peeked interest and glanced back asking, “Do they think that looks manly?”

“Maggie says they leave the tags and sticker on the hats so they can return them when something new comes out!”

“That’s ridiculous!” Megan roared and shank down lest she be overheard.

“Well, so is everything else they do!”

Megan laughed and covered her face with her hand subconsciously hiding her expression if such a remark was overheard... “You’re going to get us in trouble one day!”

“Sorry, but if I walked around in a Big-Bird costume I would expect people to look at me funny!”

“Oh-my-god, Stop-it!” Megan was on the verge of cracking up, but trying to hold composure

“Yep, yellow feathers and a beak, and shiny stickers and tags on your boots that jingle when you walk!”

“SIERRA!”

“I don’t know… maybe it’s like a cow bell, ya know so they can find each other?”

Megan gave up and let her laughter go. She was wiping tears from her eyes as she got under control, “You’re too much, this is why I can’t take you out in public.”

A large man with a big belly and jeans sat down near to the left of the first man and started to eat too. Sierra wondered if he was a biker or something. She didn’t see much of his type at the mall. “Ok-ok-ok I’ll stop.” She wiggled in her chair and sat up a bit more. The two single men and the group all paused for a moment and glance in her direction. “Whoa, did you see that?” Sierra’s eyes darted around as Megan turned to look, but like some universal convergence of odd numbers the moment passed and the food court was back to normal chatter.

“So! Back to why we’re all distant now.”

The conversation was pleasant, and Sierra put her silly worries away. “Well if you remember, just before the State Meet something happened…”

“All I can remember is what happened the night of our trip!”

Sierra winced, it was a painful memory. “No, not that! But a few months before we all got our first period remember?”

“Yeah… ha… ha.. that….. was hard to forget.” Her tone was of utter annoyance. She had noticed a few changes in her body but after that every part of her childhood was as distant as that first yourtube intro.

“And… it was your questions to Julie that got all in sex ed. Remember.”

Megan cut her eyes and hissed though her teeth, “Yessss.” Sierra didn’t understand and wouldn’t until she experienced those same changes.

“Well it’s like you got your boobs that year, an’ now Maggie’s wearing a bra.”

“Awww and you haven’t got yours yet.” Megan lunged and tried to pinch Sierra’s chest. Half the food court hushed in that same odd stillness again as the girls giggled.

Sierra perked up like a spooked bird, but everything seemed normal. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being stalked by some unseen lion or predator. She slowly relaxed again, “Yeeeeah… well we’ve all been changing and that’s not a group thing.”

“But some of it is. We’ve all talked about our cycles and somehow I’ve been a step ahead but I’ve never been shy about it.” Megan was showing an honesty Sierra rarely saw. “I mean we just did it the other day. Because we’re all so close (at least used to be) our cycles are linked. I had my period this cycle and should be in my fertile window, and so are you and Maggie!”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I mean. When Maggie’s breasts started to fill in what did you do?”

“I don’t remember…” Megan was dismissive but knew where this was going.

“I was there that night, and you pinched the SHIT out of her boobs!” Megan forced a giggle quiet. “Its not funny! You didn’t know it at the time but it hurt so bad she tried to put ice on them.” Megan lost all composure laughing out loud! “And that made it worse! Her nipples got rock hard!”

Megan let go completely roaring with joy, “Oh my god that’s hilarious!” Her eyes were wild, “Beware the air conditioners!”

“That’s not funny! And just before that she asked us to look and see if we could find any pubic hairs and you shoved my face in her crotch!” Megan was a laughing mess as tears rolled from her eyes. She slapped the table and pointed at Sierra shaking her head yes. “You’re a bully Megan! And the last thing I want to do is tell you a secret!”

With heavy breathing Megan was slowly regaining control, “So it’s all my fault then?”

“You have to take some responsibility! I mean I’m starving right now and you know it. I forgot my purse and I’m too scared to ask you to buy me something!”

Megan understood quite well and was already pulling her gym bag out to get her card. “You’re right,” She held her hands up in utter defeat. “I’m sorry, let’s get something to eat!”

Sierra jutted both her hands out in a sudden movement, “Thank Goodness! Was that so hard?” A quiet fell over the food court at Sierra’s movement again. “And what the hell is going on?”

Megan was digging in her bag and said casually, “They’ve been looking up your skirt the whole time.”

Sierra’s heart dropped to the floor as she jumped up and smoothed her skirt down. Her face was so beet red she felt a Geiger counter could pick up on her embarrassment! She beamed directly at Megan, “You planned this…”

“I… do take ‘soooome’ responsibility....”

“You…. Ermmnhmmm” Sierra’s fists were clenched as she growled. If looks could kill… but Megan wasn’t looking.

Megan was digging though her bag frantically. “Ummmm, we might have a problem here…” Piece by piece Megan began to lay her items out on the long table. “I can’t find my clutch.”

Sierra was still disgusted, but understood this new problem might be important. “Your what?”

“My clutch, it’s a designer…” Megan waved her hands in frantic panic and defeat, “I don’t have any money!”

The semi circle of men of all different ages, races, and national origins were slowly losing interest as the two girls stood to bicker back and forth. The show was over for now.

Sierra ranted, “Sometimes Mom and Dad don’t get back until late, what if we need to call an Uber!?!”

While Megan countered, “You forgot your purse too! I can’t be expected to take all the responsibility today after you just told me I’m the reason we’re not friends anymore!”

The comment brought some clarity and sobered Sierra’s flaring emotions. “I’m… sorry,” but Megan didn’t hear because she was so frantic. It began to sink in to Sierra just how much responsibility Megan did carry for the group. They were only seconds apart at birth but somehow Megan was older. Sure, she acted out as a bully but she was very mature both physically and mentally for her age. There was no one else Sierra wanted in a bad spot other than her sister. “Hey-hey-hey, slow down!” She tugged on Megan’s sleeve to get her attention, “I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean it like that.” Megan was near to tears as the girls looked into each others eyes. They hadn’t had a moment like this in years. Sierra pulled her sister close and just gave a big whole-arms bear hug.

Megan outweighed Sierra by about fifty pounds, but years of tension melted in moments of their equal hug. Both sisters were crying and neither cared or knew if the tears were happy, sorrowful, or angry and neither cared. As their chests heaved the tears fell, and once again their hearts beat in unison each to each.

Sierra sucked a snotty nose full of gunk to speak first, “It’s so stupid we just have to call Mom and she’ll send an uber!”

They still held each other as the trembling sobs came under control. “No…” Megan breathed deep. “No! This is our time, this is for us to figure out… together.”

Sierra squinted not sure this was a good time for an adventure. They weren’t children parading across the house as unicorn riding princesses to save the forgotten kingdom! Both girls still had their tiaras and magic scepters. The items were Halloween costumes but the tiaras and scepters had been special made by a local jeweler inlaid with cubit zirconia’s and other lab created gemstones. The tiaras were enough to make any beauty queen jealous, but were made for a toddlers head.

Sierra released and stepped back with a half laugh, “I just want something to eat!” She pounded her fists to her side.

Megan cleared her eyes, though her head still throbbed a bit. “You’re so smart and talented, but sooooo dumb sometimes. I can’t help but love you I hope you never forget that.”

With a heartfelt smile and a twinkle in her eye Sierra reciprocated the emotion. Both girls knew the feeling was mutual, “So how does that help us eat?”

Megan took Sierra by the arms and looked closely into her eyes, “You don’t need money when you have BooBies!” It was so silly the couldn’t hide a smile at the word.

Sierra’s eyes rolled, “But that doesn’t…”

“You mean to tell me… that none of those strangers who’ve been gawking up your skirt wouldn’t buy you a meal if you asked them?”

Sierra shrank back as she had almost forgot, “Oh-my-god! I couldn’t!” She covered her blushing face with her hands.

“You don’t have to! I will.” Megan turned away to scope out the array of various men to pick her target. “So what do you want?”

Sierra fell onto her sister in a full body hold, “NO DONT! You can’t!”

“It’s a challenge then! Just like the old ones we used to do for the channel!”

“This is nothing like the ice bath challenge!” Sierra kinda smiled, “That’s the second challenge that made you so popular.” Her hands were cupped to her chest and she popped out thumbs like hard nipples.

“Haaa-Haa-ha…” Megan was clearly not amused, “And just think, TENS of thousands more people saw and saved that video compared to this selection of pervs.” She flicked her thumb over her shoulder.

Sierra couldn’t help but giggle. The infamous nip slip video was still rolling around. That one… and the dog adoption video. The dog video ultimately ended the group channel… Sierra thought a bit and said, “OK… but there has to be some rules!”

Megan smiled this was her area of expertise, sure Sierra was a child prodigy gymnast, but none of that mattered here, “Game On!”

“So you make a challenge, we both have to do it, and then I make a challenge. First one to refuse loses.”

“Deal!” Megan stuck out her hand to shake. Sierra slowly took it feeling that dreaded deal with the devil again. “So the first challenge as I said, is to go and ask someone to buy you a meal.”

Sierra turned and looked out over the food court with dread. “So I’ll just go ask…” But shook her head with doubt and shrank back, “I don’t know…”

“Would you rather do that ‘eat a spoonful of cinnamon’ challenge again?”

“Oh-no-no I will NEVER do that again! I thought I was gonna die!”

“Well then! Get-to-steppin!” Megan gave her sister a slap on the butt to get her going with the friendly reminder that she didn’t have panties! “And remember nothing you can say is going to embarrass you more than you already are!”

Sierra shivered conscious of the cool air kissing her nethers, “Is that suppose to help?”

“You better pick your target before I do, because I’ve got to do the same and you can bet I’m going for the weakest.” Megan stepped back for affect, “Do they sell crab legs here or Filet Mignon?”

Sierra rolled her eyes and turned back to the court. The first man she noticed was still seated and on his phone. He didn’t look threatening. He was dressed clean black shirt and a receding hair line suggested he might be a father. She had seen her father wear plain shirts under his sport coat before. If he was here with his kids it was as sure win. She started over all too aware of how her rubber sneakers gripped the floor and how the open felt too cool against her crotch, had she peed a little? She often didn’t wear panties, but never like this. She usually she had a leotard, shorts, or even yoga pants for a tighter hug.

Billy Mason was hyper aware of every movement that Sierra made since he first saw her pleated skirt. His heart raced and perspiration beaded on his forehead. He had never seen such a perfect girl. She was impossibly lithe and pale. She could have been some government test tube creation that never sunlight or proper food. He imagined her insides from mouth to anus sooth as greased lightening. Even her long bleach blond hair seemed supple and rich with perfect balance yet thin and delicate. He read her body like a book. She was like the rich frothy cream that rose to the top; delicate to touch lest you destroy it. She was a precious flower that hadn’t seen the harsh sunlight yet but begged for attention. Her milky skin was luscious and tight and creamy smooth as white ceramic. He wanted to taste it, caress it, hold it for his own and protect her from the world that would inevitably seek to soil and stain her.

He looked into his phones camera and watched her approach. He couldn’t help but snap a collage of more pictures. He had chosen his phone for the high quality camera and so far it had served him well. Her blue eyes were dead set on him and at the last second he swiped the camera away and looked up to meet her. “Yes?” His heart felt like a fish out of water gasping for oxygen, but he remained calm. Had she noticed him taking pictures and video?

Sierra had noticed the reflection of his thick coke bottle glasses of the phones display but couldn’t make it out before he swiped it away. “I’m sorry to bother you-”

“It’s no bother at all!” Her school skirt was matched by a simple spaghetti strap blouse. The shirt wasn’t any kind of school issue, it was a bit short. Not quite a crop top, but the edges hinted at her milky hips. It was thick enough to hide her chest though. He reached up to ‘scratch’ his head thus shielding her from seeing his hungry eyes. He cursed himself for not noticing earlier, but he didn’t see any bra straps or lines. She was bare under that top though he failed to make out her nipples. Yet… there were slight mounds of budding breasts, but the fabric was genius in design and foiled him.

“My sister and I just came from Gymnastics practice and… we both forgot our purse.” She laughed nervously unaware of his eyes searching for her chest to jiggle in the slightest. “What are the chances right! I know it’s a crazy thing to ask but you seem like the fatherly type and... I mean I have a dad and you look like a dad, so…” Sierra was nervous and shifting from leg to leg in an odd pee-pee dance. “I mean we all have dads right! But you looked like you could be my dad…” The words slowly faded as she looked closer. The black shirt wasn’t anything her father might wear. “…and he would help me so I was hoping…”

“Y-Yes, I could be your daddy…” Billy sat up straight in his chair confident he wasn’t caught being a creeper. “I’m sure your dad and I have a lot in common i-iiisss what I mean, of course.”

The odd comment went right over Sierra’s head as she didn’t have the social awareness to run. “Ok… so could you buy me something to eat please? I promise I’ll pay you back as soon as I can or in anyway I can!”

“Aww, no need pay me back! All I ask is that if I buy you something you enjoy it with me!”

The first red flag went off in her mind, but it was a reasonable enough request. “Sure I’ll be glad to sit with you, but I’m here with my twin sister and she may join us.”

“Twins! That’s fine. So what can we get for you to munch on?”

“I LOVE my Asian noodles, anything would do I wouldn’t ask too much. Sierra turned to look at the City-Wok while already salivating. She licked her lips and looked back surprised to find Billy standing incredibly close behind.

He was bent over and very much in her personal space like a silent ghost. Sierra jumped a bit but Billy simply said, “Let’s go!” He placed a hand on the small of her back for encouragement.

It was five in the afternoon and there was a long dinner rush line. Sierra remained calm despite the fact that Billy was constantly touching her in some way. A hand on the shoulder, small of her back or just standing so close she could feel his body heat. He was totally unbecoming of any adult behavior that she knew. She didn’t understand it, but guessed that some people were just different. Maybe he was special? Her turn in line approached. She was constantly pressed by Billy against the customer in front.

“He-woow, welcome to Chitty-Wak home of d’ Chitty-Chicken can I-take- a- orda- pwese?”

Billy’s hand was on her lower back the whole time but she tried to ignore him. “Uhh yes, I would like a City Noodle please.”

The attendant’s eyes went back and forth between Billy and Sierra trying to understand their relationship. “Just-a one Chitty Noodle?”

“Yes, unless…” Sierra turned to look up into Billy’s smiling face. He used his hand to gently pull her closer to his body in the crowed as he shook his head no.

“Well O. K. One Chitty Noodle eet-is!” The attendant took the tongs and with amazing grace and speed picked up a single noodle and extended it over the glass to Sierra. Sierra burst out laughing and took the lone noodle. Billy laughed also and held her close. The two had full body contact now but Sierra was too busy having a good time.

She read his name tag, Mr. Wong. Not just Wong but MR. Wong. She felt he must be the owner. He waved the odd couple on and piled a to-go platter full of house special noodles. Sierra also got a Cherry coke and headed back to Billy’s seat.

The food court had a unique play place design in the center of the seating area. Kids could play in a silly padded mushrooms and dog house play area while parents ate and did their business. The outside edge of this area was lined with padded bench seats. Billy had been sitting on these benches (facing the twins of couse!). Without a second thought Sierra took the colorful padded seat and started to dig into her noodles. They were heaven; as far as she was concerned, mono-sodium-glutamate was a wonderful thing!

Billy Mason had a very different glutes on his mind. He felt caught between heaven and hell as he took seat beside her. The top hem of her blouse was loose and gave the slightest indication of what might be below. He wanted his camera for a downblouse but it wasn’t right. He wanted the image of her slender hips and cute shoulders to stay with him forever. The soft white-blond hair at the back of her neck begged him to wonder about what her first pubic hairs would be like. He had several decent upskirt photos and could tell she was bare down below, but one day… Billy hadn’t had a good chance to review his prize snapshots but he was sure he got a few good pics of her plump mons and smooth labia. That alone capped his day, capped his year off with a special significance.

Just thinking about her perfect slit and tiny titties had him harder than he had ever been. His prick painfully forced its way down his leg against his white underwear. The round bulge was obvious to anyone who looked. He wanted to stand up and fix his predicament and pull his slacks down a bit but she may notice. Again he was conflicted, in a way he wanted her to notice.

He leaned back stretching his arms out to lay one along the bench seat at her back. “So did you have school today or?”

Sierra had a mouthful of deliciousness but mumbled though it, “Ummmph, we’re homeschool…ifff’s diffffernt’”

“Like you get to make your own schedule?”

Sierra looked up at him and smiled after a big swallow, “Sort of, but..” She had a bit of noodle at the corner of her mouth. Billy held a napkin and used his encircling arm to gently pull her head close as he dabbed her like a loving parent. “Thank you! But it’s really about gymnastics for me.”

“That’s right you said you just came.”

“Yeah our parents work like ALL THE TIME, so on Tuesday and Thursdays the assistant coach drops us off here at four.” Sierra bent forward to eat, but was slowing down. Her immediate starvation was satiated. She started to pay attention again.

“Oh ok, and what time do you stay till?” He wanted to see her ass, not just some distant glimpse under her skirt, but a full on bare butt! He could only imagine how tiny and tight her anus must be. With her gymnastics training and her incredibly low body fat percentage she would have a thigh gap and tight skin that would keep her innermost secrets on display at the slightest glance. He imagined the tiny pink star of her anus. She would have to clench to press her checks closed.

“Mom usually picks us up after work around six or seven, but sometimes we stay until the mall closes and catch an uber home.” She sat back and breathed a sigh of relief with a full belly. She was so tiny even the meal of noodles seemed to bloat her belly as she patted it below the evil blouse. He barely made out her navel and judged where her inner organs were with a bit of guesswork. He was so close to her pussy. He could just reach out and see how deep his fingers could get before he was arrested.

“That’s going to be hard without your wallet right?” He wanted her to sit on his lap. Have her bare bottom against his raging hard-on. He wanted her to feel him, if she just felt his need…

Sierra began to notice how he encircled her. He was loving in the embrace almost like a parent might comfort a hurt or scared child, but she was neither of these. “Well!” Sierra clapped both her hands in her lap pushing her skirt down. “I think I need to go call Mom and se-”

“Just a moment,” Billy’s dick oozed enough precum to cause a dark patch on his navy slacks. Hardly noticeable, but once it was seen there was no doubt. “I just want to be sure you’ll be ok…”

“Awww that’s so nice.” Sierra was getting used to his constant touch and reciprocated gently patting his leg dangerously close to his bulge. “But me and my big sis do this allll the time.”

Billy grimaced, he knew this was as close as he could get. There was no way go any further without sacrificing future hopes. “Can I just get your number? I’ll call later just to make sure you’re home safe?”

“…Yeah, I guess that would be ok.” Billy picked his phone up off the table and input her number. Sierra stood up leaving the empty nest of his cradle and smoothed her skirt again and again… and again.

“And promise me, that if you’re ever in a similar situation you won’t hesitate to call!” He was working his phone and sent her a text to share his contact info with her as she walked away without response.

Sierra was quite pleased with the whole encounter. He was an odd person, but maybe Megan was right. Men would go over the top to be nice to a pretty girl. She had never really considered herself a ‘pretty’ girl, at least not the girly-girl type like her sis. The idea made her knees a little weak. She felt suddenly nervous, this man actually liked her! She wasn’t sure she had ever felt this type of feeling before. She was usually the center of attention, but somehow this man’s attention had been different. Sierra turned back as she neared her table and gave a quick little curtsey of thanks to him. She knew he was watching and he had been so kind and polite it seemed like a good idea. But in that moment, even at this distance, she noticed the bulge in his pants. Her eyes went big as saucers as she turned away. Understanding this new concept was a slow process, but undeniable.

She hoped Billy didn’t notice her expression as she focused on her gym bag. Her heart was in her throat. Where the hell was Megan? This whole thing had been her idea! Sierra spotted her sister she was in the middle of the black boys! There had only been three but now Sierra counted six! And Megan was sitting at a table with four different to-go boxes two drinks, a Starbuckars coffee, and a cup of ice cream. The mall didn’t serve ice cream! The two had complained about it all summer!

Megan had watched her sister go for the obvious creep and quietly laughed. “love’ ya sis but you’ve got a lot to learn.” Megan had a very different target in mind. Target(s) in fact! Not only was she about to get everything she wanted and more, she was going to be a bitch the whole time.

Sierra always had school girl look (Ha! and she didn’t even know what that was !) but what else did she know? Other than a half naked gymnast! It was cute but dumb. Megan was in love with her yoga pants. As far as she was concerned Lycra spandex was the greatest substance on earth! It was like kryptonite to the strongest of men. But she had to be careful because it had the opposite effect on women. One look at Megan’s spandex covered curves and a wonderful church lady became an evil witch!

Megan spoke to an invisible audience, “Watch and learn!” She grabbed her yoga pants by the hip and pulled upward. A bit of cameltoe is just what she needed right now. The whole rule about no panties in gymnastics had been a horror for her. Last year she had asked Julie what to do. Since her first period Megan had started to feel arousal in ways her sister and friend Maggie didn’t. Her pussy was a salivating hungry monster that she refused to feed! But the real problem was that her leotards weren’t enough to stop a wet patch after a long day. She couldn’t wear panties either, Olga or Sierra were always on the watch for panty lines. Julie had explained that ‘feeding the monster’ wasn’t an option because it would only grow more hungry! But the answer lay in high quality Victoria’s secret thongs. There would be no panty lines, but just enough coverage to help with that pesky ‘grool’.

Sierra could have all the skinny grace she wanted, Megan was proud of her curves. And curves in all the right places! Her hips had flared out very early for her age, and her butt and boobs had filled in with such fierce force her nipples were puffy and taunt. Her tight toned skin was darker and more tanned than her sisters. The healthy glow was powerful while Sierra looked like some malnourished vampire.

Megan felt free, sexy, and ready to devour her prey as she approached. She went right for the table of black boys like a shark in the water. She was a top class super-predator and they were about to learn that. Her body started to heat up as well, but that only fed her prowess.

The young men pretended not to notice her arrival until she addressed them. “Excuse me boys!”

All three looked at the girl and began sizing her up like a piece of meat. The tall skinny one spoke up. He was probably their leader, “Yeah what?” He regarded Megan for exactly what she was an underage snowbunny cock-tease.

“Here’s the deal, my sis and I forgot our money and I’m hungry. Whichever of you boys that buys me the best meal can have my number.”

The three guys looked at each other and back to her when the leader spoke again, “At least you’re honest!”

Markus was the smallest of the group couldn’t stop starting at Megan’s chest. “Here ok little guy.” Megan puffed out her chest, “It says Hahn’s Gynmastics if you were having trouble reading.”

Markus blinked and looked up, “Got-daym, G!”

Megan responded impatiently, “G? Is THAT your name? Fucking great… I am on Seasame Street.” Maybe Sierra was right with the Big Bird reference. “Well are you gonna get me something or am I gonna have to wait on junior to stop drooling first?”

The third one spoke up, “White girls be CRAZY!”

“The silent one speaks, so are we ready now…” Megan turned to how her sister was doing. All three boys lowered their eyes to check out her ass. “Look my sister’s already in the line at City Wok.”

The three boys all yelled in unison “MIS-TA WOOOONG!”

Megan covered her face is disgust, “That is soo… look I’m out. Good luck with whatever it is you do all day.”

“Ouch dat’s cold! Fine-den what’chu want?”

“I don’t fucking know, but the one of you who gets it right gets my number. Do I need spell it out?”

In very short time Megan was surrounded by food and more of their friends. She tried a chicken sandwich and put it down, ignored the burger and went for some ‘chitty chicken’ and enjoyed it. The dirty comments kept coming and were getting more and more viscous in nature as the guys tried to regain control. The leader was leaned back with his pants halfway down to his knees and nothing but plaid boxers protecting his half hard manhood. Megan ignored them all and wrote her number down on a napkin and handed it to the small one. He perked up instantly, he had the little guy with a big attitude sense about him.

Markus smiled taking the prize and nodded his head, “Misssta-wooong, MA-MAN!”

Megan left without a word. They all glared at her perfect lycra covered ass. Sierra watched her sister strut away from the table.

“And you called me a slut?”

Megan smiled, “You don’t get it do you? We’re immune. We’re untouchable.”

“There are six guys over there and they look like they wanted to eat YOU!”

“Exactly, and I could have pulled my pants down and waved my bare butt at them and they would do nothing but gawk and look!”

“And how is that not being a slut… exactly?”

“Because they can’t DO anything and best of all they can’t even tell anyone YOU acted out because they’re not suppose to be looking!”

“This is crazy!” Sierra whisper screamed, “I saw that mans penis!”

Megan shot back with genuine interest, “He showed it to you?”

“No! but, it was in his pants.” Sierra used both hands as if grabbing a double log of sausage.

“And he didn’t do anything inappropriate, he just thanked you for your time and bid you have a good day.”

Sierra didn’t know what was inappropriate and not, “He was a little weird, but no he was worried and wanted to help I think.”

“No doubt hoping you would spend the rest of the day with him and he could play hide the hotdog.”

Both girls giggled and Sierra rolled her eyes, “You are soooo wrong!”

“What? Using a creep like that to get what you want?”

“No, not just that, but teasing them.”

“Well you can give Mr.Hotdog what he wants, but…”

Sierra playfully hit Megan on the shoulder, “Stop it…” but in her mind Sierra envisioned that grotesque outline complete with the dollop of stain on his pants.

“What exactly do they want?” The group of black boys were showing off, but careful not to draw too much attention to their focus. A group of black boys in a public space harassing a couple of teen jailbait girls was extremely risky.

“Did you not pay attention in sex education?

“Yeah, but that’s different I mean…” Sierra struggled to make the connection between the diagrams and condom zucchini to this.

“Biologically everything in his male pea-brain says he needs to get his sperm inside you to procreate right?”

“He wants to get me pregnant?” Sierra’s heart raced thinking about Megan’s tracking of their fertility calendar. She was fertile walking around with no panties or protection of any kind around whole groups of men that wanted to impregnate her. “I’m gonna be sick.” The idea of all those men in the food court staring at her with testicles full of semen was too much.

“No ya-goof, most men would rather NOT get you pregnant. Having a child disrupts their lives too much. But it feels really good to them and they just really, really want it.” Megan thought better of it, “I don’t know about that creep you were with though!”

All these ideas and thoughts were making Sierra’s body humm with excitement in the never ending stream of adrenaline and confusion. She was scared and exhilarated at the same time. Unconsciously she was pressing her knees together and gently working her hips. She felt where previously there was no feeling at all. “I’m not sure how I feel about the idea of being ‘wanted’.”

“Well get used to it because it’s only going to get worse when your boobs grow.”

“Megan?”

“Yeah what?” Megan was putting her gym bag back together and thinking of their next steps.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yes, goodness what is it?”

“My boobs HAVE started to grow.”

Megan stepped back to looked at her sister, “It doesn’t look like it.”

“Oh they have… I noticed they looked a little swollen last month but its not went down.”

“That’s great!”

“No it’s not! They are super sensitive. And my nipples hurt and got super hard last week.”

“Yep, welcome to it! Just wait until you pull your panties down and it’s nothing but clear slime.”

Sierra was hyper aware of just that feeling now, but she had no panties. That was the cool wet kiss she felt! “I need to go to the bathroom!”

Megan started to say she would join her soon, but Sierra was already gone. Megan’s phone bleeped with a text message. She looked at it without a thought, and blushed bright red. It was Markus he had sent a picture of his penis. She swiped it away before anyone might see her looking at it. And replied, ‘5:34-deleting that, Mom monitors my phone, don’t text back!’

Her phone buzzed again and she looked more carefully this time, ‘5:34-OK ‘delete’ that to a hidden folder, and you send me somethin when you want more.’ She swiped that one away too and hoped that would be the end of it.

Sierra fluffed her skirt up and plopped down on the toilet. She didn’t need to pee, but something was bothering her even worse. She pressed her middle finger against her wet slit. Her smooth outer labia opened with ease and her finger slid in effortlessly. It was well known that strenuous gymnastics could break a girl’s hymen gently over time just as any boy. Her tunnel gave way to her finger with tight ease.

The feeling was curious. The physical longing to explore was outmatched by psychological fear. Her mother was often preoccupied and wasn’t present as a parent. In their early life the twins learned mostly from the nanny. Maria was a good woman who lived in low income housing across the main highway. She was good to the girls, but with a healthy fear of her employers. As little girls do Megan and Sierra would run around the house naked, or spread their legs wide when they were being dressed or learning how to wipe. Maria’s hesitation and fear passed down to Sierra specifically. Sierra learned the early yearning of her biological clock from sexy women on TV and magazines just like her sister, but she feared it. Megan seemed to revel in sexiness, but Sierra felt uncomfortable at the attention as if Maria would pop out to scold her.

As her tiny finger teased her warm tunnel her heart raced. The embarrassing attention today was vexing. She loathed herself for enjoying it. She had over a hundred thousand subscribers on yourtube, but they weren’t real. The electric tension she felt sitting next to Billy was real. At gymnastics competitions she was the center of attention, but it didn’t feel the same. Her fans, friends, and even family seemed to cheer her ability and promise more than her. Those people in the food court today had wanted her and nothing else. They didn’t care about her fancy neighborhood or skills. Sierra felt that everyone in her life wanted to be next to her and share her glory in the limelight. Even her sister Megan who always put her down never failed to wear a fake smile as the cameras flashed and crowds roared. Billy and the others didn’t know anything about her, but were willing buy her things.

How much would they buy her? And for what? Her company? Sierra’s middle finger was plunged max to the third knuckle. She pushed hard spreading her clean labia over the knuckles with slimy ease. She felt the hard yet pillowy round of her cervix and tried to test the center. Her heart raced thinking of the bulged thing she had seen in Billy’s pants. Was it true what Megan said? They didn’t really want to get her pregnant.

Sierra wondered at this idea for a moment as her fingertip pressed the tight center ring of her cervix. Sex Education class had been the same as any other class. She paid close attention and learned well. All those men in the court today carried testicles which produced sperm. The idea had hit her so hard and fast before but now she could think. It was an enormous effort for a single sperm to reach the ova. Sierra was glad she kept her fingernails cut close. She felt a bit of pain as she pressed her cervix’s externeral os. Not only would one of those men’s sperm have to get inside her but they would have to swim inside her cervix. Sierra’s mind played out the silly cartoon she had watched in class last year. Inside her womb, her ova might be present at different points of ovulation. She knew her womb was a heightened security zone of antibodies and hostile ph with a natural flow out, not in. If her sister was correct and she was in her ovulation period her ova might be present and more accessible as one or more descended down her fallopian tubes. Considering the girls were fraternal twins it ran in the family to produce more than one ova per cycle sometimes.

Maybe Megan was right… Maybe it was impossible for one of those men to “try something”. How could they? It was clear to her that being in her presence had Billy aroused and wanting, but what could he do in the middle of the food court? Sierra continued to chase her cervix noting how it retreated as she tried to press as well as the slight pain of her prying attempts. How could anything make it inside that?

“Sierra?” Megan shoved the heavy door as she entered the public restroom.

Sierra’s flushed face went pale instantly as she ripped her half sunken hand out of her vulnerability. A string of girl slime slung across the toilet lip and floor and laced the green formica door. Sierra’s eyes were saucers of astonishment. What had she been doing? “Yes, I’m here!” She glared at her hand. Not only the probing finger was slimy, but most of her hand was wet with grool. She snatched at the toilet paper roller leaving a wet prints with that ill fated hand.

“Just checking that you’re ok…” Megan bent to look under the stalls and ensure the two were alone. “I got worried”.

“Sorry Sis!”

Megan felt the hesitation in Sierra’s voice and even hushed and hurried movements from the closed stall. “So IS everything alright?”

“Heh…” Sierra knew well how mean her sister could be, but they hadn’t been as close in years. “Well, you remember what you talked to Julie about?”

Megan knew exactly what was the matter. “Oh, My, God! You’re wet!”

“SHuuuSh,” She couldn’t believe her sister actually said it. “Yeah… you could say that.” She zipped off another roll of toilet paper. “And I don’t have any…” The words caught in her throat, she wasn’t sure if they were alone.

Megan’s evil grin slowly grew across her face. The hell she had been put though over the past year was about to befall her perfect little sister. “Panties!” Megan finally cracked up. Evil laughter echoed in the empty restroom.

“It’s not funny!” Sierra was on the verge of tears. “We need to call Mom!” She bent her head in shame and covered her eyes with her previously exploring hand. Her button nose touched her wrist which was somehow wet! She jerked her musky hand back to look. How had she gotten her wrist wet with it? And it smelled so strong!

“No-way! We’re not calling Mom, not for this. You and Maggie put me though hell in class this past year and now you’re getting a taste of it!”

Sierra looked at her wrist with a mix of revulsion and curiosity. She wafted her hand to breath in more of the unique scent. It was unlike anything she had smelled before, somehow between the scent after a hot summer rain on pavement and spices, exotic yet bland from of cinnamon and clove but savory as rosemary and thyme, on a delicious thanksgiving turkey. What would it taste like? It was warm and inviting, humid, wet, and… Sierra was about to taste the spot slimy string on her wrist when Megan spoke up, “Ok so, panties how are we going to get you…?”

Sierra snapped out of it and finished wiping up. “I’m so sorry for…”

“Yeah, come-on now let get you some big girl panties and move on, because that’s what being a big sister is all about.”

The words hung in the air for a moment. Yet again Megan was playing the big sister. She was larger in size and it never seemed matter that Sierra was a child prodigy of gymnastics. That skill was equally lost in the world. Sierra felt the threat of tears again, “Megan, I’m sorry, you know… I love you right?”

“OMG, would you shut up, and wipe your slimy pussy so we can get out of here?”

Sierra smiled at the endearing comment, it wasn’t the nicest thing she had been told, but coming from her sister it was solid advice. Sierra gave a warm smile, “I’m trying… but it smells too…”

Megan rolled her eyes, “I’ll be outside trying to fend off your stalkers, so join me when you’re ready.” She shoved the door aside and stepped back into the food court, thankful for the fresh air. The plan had hatched in her mind instantly. It wasn’t a question, but more of a knee-jerk reaction. The past years’ torment was about to unfold on Sierra in one fell swoop. The series of steps that would lead Sierra to the trap were just as much fact as the grass is green. At that very moment Megan’s phone buzzed. She carried Sierra’s empty gym bag in hers, but her phone was tucked neatly in her spandex at the left side of her belly.

Megan dropped the bag and cringed, hoping that Markus didn’t have more to say. The number was familiar and recent, but the text made her stomach drop. The picture-message was of her Sister sitting at the bar less than an hour ago. Megan cursed under her breath at Sierra’s naiveté. The picture showed Sierra’s legs propped up on the chair rail and amazingly clear view of her spotless pussy. Not just a mild up-skirt, but full clean labia split to the red watermelon center.

After a quick check it was Markus’ number, ‘5:46-Yo’ mom watches this right?’ Megan scanned the area but didn’t see any threats. ‘5:47-So what’s she gon’ say bout this?”

Megan fingered the phone furiously, ‘5:47-Delete those you creep, she’s 12 and possession of those are illegal, text again and I’ll report it!’

Soon enough Sierra was tagging along behind her big sister who walked with purpose. Megan usually lead the way, just not in competition scores. Sierra was all too aware of the slick feeling between her legs again and was glad for the fast pace. It didn’t matter how much she wiped it was variable avalanche of hidden desire. The Mall was full of people so she didn’t dare ask Megan’s direction or intentions she just followed up a short flight of stairs very aware of potential stalkers behind her.

Finally they stopped. The storefront was alien to Sierra. The graffiti style name was hard to read, “Spacers” or “Sponcers” but the store front was filled with angry punk clothing and things she would never wear. “What are we doing here?”

“This place has what we need.” Megan looked back at her weak and cowering sister, “Trust me.”

Sierra looked at the store front again and cringed at the baggy black jeans adorned with chains and spike buttons. “This is NOT for me!”

“Jeezzz, would you just trust me?” Megan whirled around to face her sister. “If I bend down to tie my shoe you could walk out with the cashier’s nipple rings!”

“NIPPLE rings!” Sierra said in amazement and instantly shrank in the flow of eavesdropping shoppers. She covered her tiny breasts with her hands in fear of the words.

Megan was annoyed and worried her phone might ping again, “Just follow me and pick something out… I’ll make a distraction while you walk out the door with your panties, ok?” She looked back at the shriveling Sierra, “Its that simple ok?

“Like STEALING?”

Megan face-palmed and cringed, “Why don’t you tell everybody? Yes, unless you want to call your new friend ‘Porky the sausage man’ and ask him for another favor!”

“He was a very nice and polite man!”

Megan leaned in to whisper into Sierra’s ear, “He wanted to fuck you. Congratz, because so does this guy.” She motioned to the aloof cashier behind the register inside. He was pasty white with huge 45mm gauged ears. The black rings matched his nose, double mouth and dermal spike piercing. Megan laughed at his powdery pale complexion, “And he looks more like you’re type!”

The cashier wore a nametag: ‘Brad’. He wasn’t paying a bit of attention until the young girls walked into the store. It was store policy that no one under 18 could make a purchase at Spensors, but these girls weren’t buying yet. They were young but the yoga pants hid thick thighs and a full round of a mature bottom that needed his personal attention! “Yes can I help you?”

Before Sierra could respond she was has shushed and yanked inside. Megan approached the counter. Her tank top was modest but her bra was a bit larger and held the hem and outline tantalizingly when she bent down. She pushed her arms together into her chest to emphasize her pert and growing B-cup breasts daring to show her hidden puffy nipples in the dark void of her press. “I just LOVE this place!”

Brad was enthralled with this job. The pay was shit, but a public shop that sold nipple rings was bound to have an interesting clientele. With his anemic ashen skin and long canine’s Brad was the ‘vampire’ of his circle of friends, but in front of this cutie his gothic powers melted. “Whhh-What can I do you for?” He stammered, “For you?”

“Well I’ve got a few shirts,” Megan made an actors gesture to her chest as she stood up to puff her chest out. She didn’t want to give him too much. Sierra hid behind a rounder of perverted postcards watching. “And I’ve got some skirts”, Megan made a curtsy for display. “But I wanted some unique panties… and…” Megan arched backwards to display her belly to the young man, “And I’m tired of these old granny panties!” She gently tugged her yoga pants down to give the slightest hint of her thong below. At the weak reveal it was impossible to tell if they were fancy lace or indeed granny panties.

Brad was bewildered and speechless in the presence of Megan’s obvious cameltoe. He simply gestured to the back corner of the store. The store was set up with the expectation of theft. The higher cost items such as the infamous nipple rings were at the counter. Shirts and pants created the next layer along with pop-culture shot glasses and gifts. Party gags were next like penis straws and fake dog poop. The back corners of the store were always high risk. The walls were lined with lewd items such as flavored condoms such as ‘Green Apple’ and ‘Berry Bomb’ along with a mix of candied panties and special blow-job pop-rocks. People were too embarrassed to buy and would steal the cheap items, so they had to keep them away from the storefront.

Sierra was one such embarrassed customer as she browsed the inner corners. She had never imagined such an industry combined with her Sex Ed. Class. This store made everything she learned to be serious a joke for drunken parties. She picked up a pair of 1oz boob shot glasses connected by a stereotypical ball and chain. They suggested ideas only her parents would understand, but the perky puffy nipples were clear and spoke to her.

Megan ‘bust’ in with surprise, “I didn’t think I’d ever be rid of that guy, but I gave him my number as some new people walked in.” Megan peeked between the rows of novelty party items as a Goth couple browsed custom earrings with Brad. “This is what we need back here.”

“I don’t know…” Sierra was looking at the oddly packaged plastic bags of panties. They looked more like Halloween costumes than undergarments. “I mean look at this!” She took a plastic bag off the display. The panties were plain white and modest cut but read ‘breedable’ on the front. “That’s not for me!”

“Given your cycle I think it is,” Megan laughed then suddenly hushed not to draw attention. “Does it really matter what it says?” Megan stood behind her sister boldly reached below Sierra’s skirt and with a single smooth motion she wiped at her rubbery labia. “Yeah!” her hand was slimy thick with gruel which she instantly wiped on Sierras pleated skirt. “Breedable indeed.”

“STOP, I smell enough!” Sierra was super embarrassed in the wake of her bodies change.

“Oh, sorry. I’m trying to help you here so remember that!” Megan jerked a plastic baggie off the wall. It was a cute neon pink pair of XS panties that with a simple logo of ‘All My Black Clothes Were Dirty’ on the pubic mound. “Just take this and walk out quietly!”

Sierra pawed at the next one in the bright pink series. It had a cute blacked out heart with white letters that she read out loud, “B…B…C… What does that mean?”

“Don’t touch that!” She shoved the first bag under Sierra’s short skirt with a bit of plastic pinched in the seam. “I’ll go distract him! Just walk out casually!”

Sierra never got the chance to ask how exactly she was supposed to act natural with an awkward plastic package under her skirt. It wanted to fall at her every movement but Megan was gone in an instant with another small sized pink pair that read “Pull Out I’m Fertile”.

Sierra was fumbling and trying to sneak out around the outer edge as Megan distracted the clerk. “So Brad, tell me what’s up with these?”

Brad swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t think you’re old enough… for…”

“Do they really vibrate?”

Once talking about the product Brad’s demeanor changed as he explained quite well. “Yes, see they have a wireless bullet vibe sewn into the gusset and,” He took the plastic package and shook it so the remote fell into view. “And this works on the same frequency as walkie talkies. It’s suppose to have up to a two mile range but I’ve heard mixed reviews.” Brad was intense and reading the fine print on the back, Megan felt a little jealous that he wasn’t paying her attention. “Yeah it says here that concrete walls and stuff interfere with the signal. So like if you were in an elevator…” Suddenly he remembered he was talking to a teen girl. “But, you’re too young-“ Before he could finish a shrill electronic alarm froze everyone in the area.

Sierra was clearly between the two sensor poles at the entrance of the store as the bagged panties fell from under her skirt. Brad yelled out as he hit the hidden button to silence the alarm, “HEY!”

Sierra’s fight or flight response throbbed in her veins; everyone was staring at her. She broke out in an instant cold sweat. Megan would have ran and she knew should too, but doing the right thing was well ingrained no matter how bad it was. She broke the trance to pick up the bag and with her head down and shoulders slumped she slowly walked back into the store. Onlookers didn’t care what the item was or who she was only that a shoplifter her been caught.

Brad was furious, “What in the hell do you two girls think you’re doing?”

Megan spoke up allowing her sister to stay silent, “I’m sorry we don’t have any money an-“

“Well that’s apparent! But that doesn’t mean you can just steal stuff!”

“I know it’s just that we really need…” Megan trailed off as she thought about what she said.

“You don’t need anything and you certainly don’t need to be in here!” He was fumbling with the stores desktop phone.

“Hey look, we’re sorry.” Megan was worried. “Just be cool ok? And we’ll go!”

“You don’t understand when that alarm trips it records the date and time. My boss is going to look at the cameras and if I don’t get the mall cop in here ASAP it’s MY ASS. And that is VERY not cooool.”

“No, Please no don’t call security!”

“Oh he’s coming!” Brad pressed the archaic phone between his shoulder and ear and dialed the security office extension. “If by some miracle you called your parents and they chose to buy these for you… then I guess you could go on about your business before he gets here.”

Both of the girls jerked their phones out. Sierra and Megan looked at each other with equal intensity. They each had a new contact in their phone. Megan shot Markus a text, ‘6:05-Ok, fine I’ll deal, but I need some help first meet me at Spencers and FAST!’ While Sierra called Billy to explain the situation.

Markus text back in an instant, ‘6:05-Imma need those tiddies first.’ Megan growled with annoyance.

“It’s ok Megan, Billy says he can be here in fifteen.”

Brad was done on the phone and listening to the girls. The situation was pretty funny to him at this point. “Sorry Charlie, Dan-The-Man is on his way. He was out in the parking lot and has to park the golfcart first but he’ll be here in TEN!”

Megan was beyond frustrated, Markus wanted a picture of her tits and she didn’t have much choice. “FUCK!”

Brad leaned back to laughed leaning on the inner counter.

“This isn’t funny Jerk!”

“Do the crime gotta do the time!”

“What a poet,” Megan’s hate usually had the power to cower someone in fear. Sierra looked more like a trapped mouse hoping that Billy would hurry and wondering what the security guard would do. “I need to use the bathroom jerk-weed where is it?”

“We don’t have a public restroom, sorry.” Brad was getting into the bitch mood too and bobbed his head with the words.

“So I guess what, you piss in a cup?” Megan was not to be trifled with. “If you’re detaining us AND not allowing underage minors to use the restroom… That sounds like a lawsuit!”

The fun was starting to fade from Brads face, “It’s for employees only and I can’t leave.”

“I will piss myself RIGHT HERE and make a puddle on the floor! I wonder if that story might make the nightly news?”

The wheels were spinning in Brads head, that would look bad. “OK fine, but I have to stay here with her and wait on Dan.” He pointed to a side door. “And don’t touch anything!”

Megan was furiously mashing her phone as she walked away mumbling until she was out of earshot, “Don’t you worry jerk-off, I WILL HOVER over your nasty toilet. I don’t want to touch anything in this nasty place… fuckin sicko-freak-fagwad-bastard.”

Markus had already replied to her request for an update, ‘6:08-Yea I’m almost there, but I aint got no titties yet.” Dan the security guard was parking the cart on the East wing. He would have a bit of a walk, but a job was a job.

Megan slammed the door shut and slung the latch closed. The bathroom was small and cramped; more of a broom closet than bathroom. She looked herself in the dirty mirror. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, ripped her shirt over her head and slung in on the sink careful not to get it near the oozing soap dispenser. The small room smelled of chemicals which wasn’t terrible for a bathroom, but under the circumstances it only fueled her rage. She stretched to unclasp her bra and slung half hanging on the sink. It was a padded sports bra, she didn’t need it for support but to hide her nipples when they got hard. It hadn’t been long ago she wanted the padded kind to make her chest look bigger. Her perky breasts defied gravity as she looked in the mirror. A vent above her blew cold air conditioning right on her chest as her nipples hardened, “Fuck…” She held her phone out and took a selfie of her chest careful not to get her face in the picture and replied back to Markus.

She reached for her bra when her phone went off again. Megan was so amazed at what she read she didn’t notice her bra slide off and fall into a dirty mop bucket. The padded foam and fabric slowly drank up the chemical soup as it slowly sank. ‘6:11-Dem tiddies are nice, but how I know itz you?’ He also sent a picture of Sierra bent over onto the clerks counter with her head in her hands. Her skirt had ridden up and teased a bit of her butt. ‘6:12- I’m outside when you get it right.’

Megan took another selfie one hand on the camera-phone while her other flipped Markus a bird, but it did include her face and breasts. Her expression was a murderous fuck you face that only Megan could manage. Markus simply replied with a thumbs up emojie. She tucked her phone into her waistband and saw her half sunken bra.

She slowly pulled it up as the thick brown water ran and dripped down. “FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!” She had only precious few minutes and felt defeated. It created several problems at the same time. She didn’t have long before the Security officer arrived, her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and there was no way she could wring that smelly mop water out and feel comfortable to put it on. Maybe it was time to call her mom? She pulled the half filled trash can over and dug into the discarded tissues with disgust (most were probably Brad’s cum rags) and buried her bra in hopes that no one would find it. She imagined what Brad would think if he did.

She walked out to see Markus and Sierra standing outside the store. Markus had two little black bags with the items inside. Megan walked out confidently but trying to keep her body turned away from Brad as she flipped him off. It wasn’t the first time she had been caught out with hard nipples, but after being under her tight bra all day they were super sensitive to her slick blouse. She held her head high and doubled down on her confidence. She felt naked however; Markus had just seen her pictures and now could see the aroused outline on her chest.

“You damn well have a good reason for this little girl!” Markus was extremely uncomfortable in the middle of the mall with the two preteen white girls. Sierra still held the same cowering posture standing beside him like a prisoner. He was taller than Sierra but somehow looked shorter than Megan.

“We do, but we need to get away from here!”

“Bitch, do you know how much that cost me?” Markus looked around he wanted to move somewhere private too, but he couldn’t let Megan take the lead. “You’re little toy’s here cost 125$... EACH.”

“I’ve got more got more than that facial skin creams on my sink at home, Biiiii-TCH!”

“Oh I-got-yo facial cream right here.” Markus grabbed his low hanging jeans pants by the crotch and yanked them up a bit. Mall shoppers were starting to take note of the heated scene, but worst of all Dan-the-man rounded the corner. His middle aged overweight mall cop face was sweating as he hurried to the store yet unaware of this odd groups involvement.

Megan rolled her eyes and took Markus by the arm to shy away from the guard. She felt eyes follow her every move. “Can we talk someplace more private?”

Sierra spoke up, “But what about Billy? He’ll be here soon!”

Markus didn’t like the sound of that, he preferred to have Megan in his debt, “Is dat you boyfriend or something?” He looked back into the store and Brad was pointing at the trio, “Yeah, you right, let’s get da-fack outta here, fore we get caught.”

Sierra was getting upset, “I’m staying to wait for Billy, it’s not right to call him and just leave!” She sounded like a whiny child.

“Oh-my-god Sierra you don’t owe that creep anything!”

Markus took Megan by the arm and by forced pulled her close enough to smell his breath, “We-got-to-go…” Dan was now turned and staring at the odd group. Markus gave a rough shove forward. Sierra followed as they took a short staircase up which lead deeper into the mall. Both girls knew the mall like the back of their hand. Just ahead was a large open space where four corridors split in different directions. The middle area was filled with high tables like the food court and more comfortable sofa’s and tables all around. In a few weeks this area would turn into a winter wonderland with a big fat Santa Clause patting his knee for all the little kiddies to sit on.

Sierra sat down first picking the appropriate spot so she could watch for Billy. The other two joined her. Megan continued, “Look, we both forgot our cards, but we can pay you back easy.”

“Got-Daym! I never imagined in my wildest of wet dreams white girls were so crazy. Do you even know what these are?” Markus held the bags up teasing.

Sierra was too busy looking for Billy and ignored the exchange. She wanted to get away from this strange black man. Nothing about him or his culture was compatible with hers. Megan was cut from the same cloth, but more open minded. She imagined Markus asleep in his clothes on some apartment couch so sex deprived that he dreamt of vulnerable girls until his cock twitched and spasmed out a blot of dehydrated lumpy cum in his jeans.

Megan starred into him, he was out of his element and he knew it, “Look Markus, enough is enough. You know good and well why we needed to steal some underwear.” Megan’s eyes gestured to her annoyed sister.

Sierra perked up, “Wait what?”

Megan facepalmed at having to explain the situation to her sister too, “He saw Sierra! they all saw!”

Sierra felt tears beginning to well up. She had felt closer to Megan this afternoon than in a long time, but she felt it was all an elaborate set up. “But you told me to… sit there…” Slowly the tears began to form in earnest, “I just… at gymnastics, your… not suppose to… and…” Sierra was on the verge of sobs as the first tear ran down her raw cheek.

Markus was a hard man, but seeing an innocent girl cry could melt the vilest of hearts. He looked around for tissues, but just wanted to give the little girl a hug. A hug or any touch was impossible for him as he was reminded yet again of his place in life. “Here, take this, I wish it was-“ He extended one of the small black shopping bags. Sierra jumped up grabbed it and ran to the thin hallway of bathrooms inside the janitors access. He hated himself for it, but he watched her skirt bump and jump as she ran.

“You ASS-hole!” Megan sat amazed.

“You cold-ass bitch! What do you mean?”

“All she had to do is show a bit of tears and you fold like a limp noodle?”

Markus was taken aback as Megan pretended to boo-hoo and wipe her eyes. “She was… Th-that’s not right!”

“So you’ve been giving ME hell since lunch and you just give-up for that little act?”

“Did you not see? That wasn’t an ACT!” He shook his head somehow no longer an outsider to the girls as they spoke candidly together.

“You’re gonna delete that picture!”

An evil grin spread across his face as he shook a pointer finger at Megan, “Don’t you try no fake tears on me. No… you tuff as nails gurl and you know it.” His confidence was returning like a prowling animal. “I did notice somethin differnt about you tho.”

Megan crunched forward and huffed crossing her arms over her breasts, “You are soooo observant…” The comment was meant to take the wind out of his sails, but it didn’t. Not even close.

Markus continued on as if he hadn’t heard her, “But I can’t…” He made crab claw pinching motions with both hands, “I can’t quite put my fingers on them tho!”

Megan cut her eyes at him, “Have you ever graduated ANYTHING, or are you just another dumb illiterate statistic?”

Markus slapped a hand to his cheek, “Ouch! But no I graduated puberty so I’m doing better than you!”

The comment had the intended affect and Megan laughed and shook her head in genuine surprise at the witty comment, “You are soooo fuckin stupid!”

Markus dug into the second bag and pulled out the remote to the ‘Pull Out I’m Fertile’ panties and tossed Megan the rest of the bag. “Why don’t you go change?”

“You must be high as a kite!”

“Naw, I just figured if 11.49$ got me your number, then 268$ aught to let me use this remote I bought.” He pressed the button and a strong buzz emitted from the bag. “I want to see if it REALLY works tho.”

Megan couldn’t deny she was soaking wet and her weak little thong was useless. If her grool hadn’t soaked her crotch already, it soon would. In the gym on a day like today she would go wipe up every few hours, but her last trip to the bathroom hadn’t went as planned. She cut her eyes at him, but they weren’t as harsh, rather a willing acceptance of circumstance. “Only if you delete that picture.”

“Myyyy Gurll!”

Megan looked over her shoulder knowing he glared her butt as she walked away but that was normal, “My last name is not Wong, and I’m not ‘yur-girl’.” She continued keenly aware of the sloshing flood inside the tight confines of her thong.

Sierra was coming out of the bathroom looking better, but very confused. “Hey sis, there’s like… this metal ball…?”

“You can be such an airhead sometimes. Did you not read the package?” Sierra cocked her head confused. Megan was getting beyond annoyed her sister. She had other things to deal with right now other than Sierra being an idiot. “Do you have the little remote?”

“Yeah its right here, but I didn’t and…” She handed Megan the key to her demise, “And I don’t understand why we didn’t just go to a clothing sto-“ Megan hit the button and laughed with devilish delight as her sister grabbed between her legs and squealed.

Markus laughed to himself out of earshot, “Fuckin white girls maaan…WTF…”

Happy with only a moments torture Megan clicked the button off and handed her the remote. “Keep this close! It was a little surprise I had for you, but then things got complicated. Stay away from Markus I’ll handle him for now, but if you see Billy get him to pay up!”

“Are you gonna be ok?”

“Yeah, sure! …”

“Shouldn’t we just call mom?”

Megan was starting to like the idea of wearing these panties after her twins reaction, “No silly, it’s a challenge remember? And I’m winning!”

At the mention of competition Sierra squinted her eyes conflicted. If Megan won she would never live it down. “Are you serious? That guy back there’s dangerous!”

“Markus? Na’ he’s a chump!” She rolled her eyes with a coy smile, “Totally predictable.” Sierra glared with open mouthed amazement. “Ya-know what, forget what I said, and don’t ask him to pay. I like my lead!” With that Megan walked into the ladies room swaying her flared hips.

Sierra was still conflicted as the door slowly shut in her sister’s wake. “THIS is so stupid!” The panties fit her too tight like they were made of pure stretchy spandex. The little ball was quiet but she still felt it nestled into the cleft of her labia and clitoris. It wasn’t a bad feeling but a feeling she couldn’t shake. She wanted to move her hips and feel that little ball but she shouldn’t. That was a forbidden place that shouldn’t get any attention. Her skirt had tiny side pockets hidden in the pleats which were perfect for the remote.

Markus was waiting quietly as she dug in Megan’s bag to get her phone. She heard the groan of a predator behind her, “Mrhmmm, pretty in pink!” Markus of course knew what color her panties were and couldn’t have seen, but Sierra flushed her skirt down anyway. She tried to ignore him as she checked her phone, but he continued, “Why don’t you come sit on my lap while big sis is changing?”

His demeanor changed without Megan in charge. “No freaking way…” She couldn’t help but glance at his lap thinking of the bulge in Billy’s pants. His jeans were sagged nearly to his knees with only his plaid boxer shorts covering his lap. Boy’s undershorts were funny. She had seen plenty of her dads with the little flap in the front. Markus’s boxers had the same flap and the button was clearly undone. She was fearful yet curious as she stared into the darkness and shadow of his open crotch but all she saw was… black.

“Yeeeeh, just come sit down and give me that little remote, you know you want it.”

Sierra snapped out of it suddenly realizing her stare. Her tone was angry with a touch of Megan’s bitchy twang, “No… I don’t! And I’m leaving!”

Markus smiled and sat up a bit allowing the boxers to close up before someone else saw. Clearly rebuffed his voice changed, “Well it’s prob-ly good, cause I got your sister to keep my company.” Sierra blinked at him with a face of rage when she saw him pull out the second remote. “And… I think she likes it…” He held it up for the world to see as he clicked the button.

Billy’s voice called out from one of the far corridors, “Sierra!” He huffed and puffed like the Three-Billy-Goats-Gruff as he approached. She was glad to see him, but equally disappointed. She had eaten lunch with him, but somehow the mental image was different. He wore the same coke bottle glasses, and had the same round cheeks and scraggly black hair. His face was red with hurry and his hair looked a bit greasier as beads of sweat dotted his pimpled forehead. Earlier she suspected he was a wandering businessman out for lunch or maybe a manager at a shop. She could see now that he was none of those things.

Markus leaned back with a big show of laughter, “That’s yo Billy?”

“He’s nicer than you are…”

“Watch out he don’ roll over, -he gonn crush you by accident!” Markus was having a knee slapping good time. He snorted with laughter and realized that his snort was funny too and started snorting like a pig in earnest.

Sierra looked back over her shoulder at him, “What a jerk,” and walked away to meet Billy.

“Is everything ok? I came as fast as I could.” He looked back behind her at the black man making pig noises at him. “What is that all about?”

Sierra wanted to get him away from Markus as fast as possible! She looked up into his face and his button nose did look rather piggish on a man. He was flushed, but his skin was irritated with rosacea and acne. Perhaps she had been so focused on herself at lunch she hadn’t noticed just how overweight he was either. She took his clammy hand cringing at the touch to pull him away. Her mind revolted that some of his ugly might infect her, but she had to get him away from Markus. Billy was a good person and she had been taught all her life to stand against bullies and be a friend to those less fortunate. “Come-on let’s just go.”

She glanced back, she didn’t know if Markus had ever turned the remote off, but saw Megan come out of the restroom. She seemed confident and bitch faced as ever while the twins made the last eye contact for a while.

“What were you doing around a guy like that?” Sierra was leading and not back to the crowded food court. Billy had been so nice to her and deserved an answer, but she didn’t really want to be seen with him. It wasn’t like they were dating but Billy just had an aura that would attract bullies or disgusted looks. Up ahead was a quiet corner of the mall; he would be safe there. The second story was a huge bookstore that had a coffee shop and seating, below was the Men’s and Women’s Dillard’s department stores. All three stores were a favorite for the elderly to walk in early morning. It was late afternoon, but this was widely knows as the quiet section of the mall.

“It’s a long story…” She of course went up the stairs first and was mildly aware that he was getting glimpses of her bright pink underwear.

They sat down overlooking the few milling shoppers below. “You have to be careful Sierra!”

“We both forgot our wallets this afternoon, then we went shopping and Megan had this crazy idea and told me to..”

“No that’s not what I mean. You have to be careful around men.”

“Our parents know we come here, and its super public, and Megan even says says…”

“No, you don’t understand you have to be careful around middle aged men especially.”

“What? Like eating lunch with you today?”

“Yes… well… not exactly I’m different, ya- know.”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s like a magicians trick. You can watch the trick time and time again and each time you’re amazed and surprised, but when you know the slight of hand and where to look-”

“So you’re… tricking me?” Sierra couldn’t help her cute smile. Markus had been pushy and demanding, but Billy was like a fat little grub worm, disgusting but harmless.

“No it’s psychology.” The genuine concern in his voice was palatable. “You’re at a time in your life where you can’t be around boys or especially middle aged men.”

“Well that’s a problem because my Dad lives at home with me so...”

“You’re dad doesn’t count, but that’s why it’s so crazy! Have you ever heard of Oedipus Rex?” Sierra shook her head. “It’s Greek or Roman mythology that philosophers made up to explain some weird shit humans do.”

Sierra smiled again, it was refreshing to have and adult talk TO her and not DOWN to her, “Go on.”

“Well he was given a prophecy when he was young that one day he will kill his father and have sex with his mother.”

“Oh Wow!” She had never had a conversation like this before!

“Yeah, well after the prophecy he was shipped off and years later he became like a powerful general or something… But because he never knew his parents when he conquered the lands…”

Sierra covered her mouth with surprise as she saw where the story was going, “-He killed his father and fucked his mother!” She felt exhilarated to curse like that, it was such a Megan thing.

“Exactly and it’s a real psychological thing called the Oedipus Complex. When you’re young in toddler years you imprint on your parents. Then later in life you find yourself either odds with that personally type or attracted to it.”

“So I do have to worry about my dad?” Sierra’s cute playful smile melted his heart.

“No silly, but the subconscious ‘urge’ as you become a young woman is powerful and unknown to you. Couple that with an authority figure who may not want the best for you.”

Sierra’s pallid face was serious, “I have had some big changes recently and I guess… I’ve not been handling them the best.”

Billy leaned over and placed his hand on top of hers as a caring gesture but all Sierra could see were the sweat patches at his arm pits. “Hey, I see the magic trick I know what’s going on, and I want you to trust me.”

Sierra’s own sister made her feel alone and she wanted more than anything for someone she could trust. Billy was the most unlikely of people. She looked into his blue eyes and then at the scruffy stubble of a neck-beard. The hairs were thick as copper wire, solid black, and shiny. “I want to but…” Billy leaned back giving her the space she needed. “But what I saw earlier? What was that thing?” The words were a struggle for her to say, but Billy’s nerdy and weak demeanor made it easy. He looked at her quizzically. “At lunch when I left there was a…” She used her hands to form the shape she had seen in his pants.

Billy laughed nervously, “huh… that’s not something I can’t fully control.” Sierra wasn’t an expert in body language, but every move he made seemed genuine and embarrassed. Markus had been the complete opposite. She wanted to believe him. “It’s like there’s another part of me that I can’t control. I know it sounds crazy like I’m a schitzo or duel personalities or something but, I promise it’s not like that! I just… IT just does.. what it does… and I feel helpless sometimes, ya know?”

Sierra didn’t know what it was like to have a penis, but every word said spoke exactly to how she had felt today. She squirmed in her seat unsure of what to say. The evil situation Megan had trapped her was growing worse by the minute. The devious metal ball nestled against her clitoris was torture. She wondered if this is how Billy felt? She opened her mouth to speak, but paused. The words were hard to say, but she asked herself what she had to lose? Talking to Billy wasn’t like when her sister spoke with Julie. Billy wasn’t her parents or anyone she would ever see again, but he was an adult and with real world knowledge almost like a teacher, but somehow a friend too. “An… And the whole time you have to pretend it’s not happening…”

He looked at her with a serious and somehow frightened expression and nodded. “I’m so sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

Megan’s nipples had been outlined under her silken shirt a few minutes ago. Her nipples had been ‘aroused’ for no clear reason. Megan was clearly annoyed about them, but helpless. Her own situation was different as her fingers caressed the remote through her hip pocket. The textbook diagram of his ‘arousal’ was intriguing. She couldn’t see the forbidden territory of his crotch without being obvious. A monstrous thing like that could make any daily activity impossible. Sierra giggled at the idea from her classroom video of a condom stretching over a zucchini. She wanted to ask if he had a zucchini in his pocket and lost it.

Billy eyes glanced side to side as she laughed, “You’re making fun of me!”

Slowly gaining control she assured him, “No, no it’s just this video I saw in sex ed of a zucchini.” The words begged more laughter as she cracked up.

He was amazed to be having this conversation. His penis had been hiding in fearful suspicion but instantly started to grow. “Don’t call it that!” He chuckeled and nervously looked around glad to be out of earshot, “And it’s no joke.” His eyes wild and serious to emphasize the point, “It hurts sometimes!” The bulge was currently caught in the elastic hem of his tighty-whitie underwear as it grew in his constricted slacks.

Sierra began to feel the same evil power Megan wielded. She wondered how her sister was doing. Probably just fine! “So, let me get this straight.” Steeling herself for such a bold comment was somehow easier than before. “So, IT wants to get me pregnant.” All the books and biology said so, and she wanted to be clear on the matter! She watched the blush and color drain from his face, “But YOU don’t?” Sociology seemed more complicated as she learned first hand what Megan talked about. “Or is it that you just can’t?” She motioned to the very public mall around them.

“Can’t, Won’t… couldn’t I mean I ‘could!’ but, No, no to.. Look… I’ve never..” He stammered on trying to recover but her comments hit him harder than a cast iron skillet. Sierra’s bright blue eyes beamed with a devilish smile. He took a deep breath to regain composure. “Look IT, has a mind of it’s own and a purpose passed down since the dawn of man. Yes, it has the power to get so hard it hurts and with the right circumstance it can…” he motioned with his hand like gently tossing coins into a pond.”

“It can… what? Throw a Frisbee?”

“You are enjoying this way too much! And you shouldn’t be asking about these things!”

Well, I’ve had Sex Ed, but apparently there’s more to it than that. And you were the one with the zucchini earlier and seem willing to talk about it. But hey, I can look for someone else to ask.”

“NO!” Billy blurted a bit too loud. “You can’t go around asking people this stuff. You’re lucky to be talking to me! I mean I told you I understand the magic trick and can control it.”

“Then continue,” She made the splurting motion with her hand.

His dick was so hard it wanted to rip a hole in his pants. “Alright… so under the right circumstance it can also… cum.. out of my control.”

“Cum? You mean sperm?” Her mind brought the white squigglies from her text book to mind.

“Yes, sort of… and that can get you pregnant.” Billy was worried he might cum in his pants from the conversation. “But that’s all it can do and luckily it’s attached to me so I control IT!”

“’It’? Sounds like it needs a name.” She smiled; Billy was as harmless as her text book diagrams. “How about Kero-chan!”

“What-no you can’t-“

“Why not? Kero is bossy and demanding but also small and kinda helpless!”

“It’s not small and helpless!”

“Well which is it? Does he control you or you him?” She couldn’t help but giggle as she toyed with him. “So how is Kero right now?” She bent below the table to take an obvious gander.

Billy instantly covered his crotch trying to act natural, but the tip was till obvious with its little wet patch again. “You can’t do that!”

“Yes I can!” Sierra popped back up slinging her bleach blond hair. She looked different somehow. She was mad with confidence and control like Megan. “You were looking up my skirt not long ago Mister-Man!”

Billy blushed and his overweight body seemed to shrivel as if he could hide behind the table. “Leeeet’s change the subject shall we?” He took a second to try and situate his crotch now that she knew the truth. “What were you doing at Spencers? When you called you sounded so urgent and you never told me…”

“Ummm, that’s not so.. I’d rather not..”

“Now way! You call me and tell me to get there as fast as I can. THEN I tell you my secrets and you’re just gonna ignore my question?”

She took a deep breath. He was right, it would take her confidence away and level the playing field, but again what did she have to lose by telling him the truth? She had learned so much about men and maybe telling him could help her learn more about herself? It wasn’t easy but she explained the whole day, from her missing panties to the silly challenge at lunch. Billy was a good listener but as this preteen girl spoke about being wet with grool he was speechless. She continued to her sister’s ruse at the store and how she was tricked into shoplifting. Hearing about Markus arriving first made his big heart thrum with jealousy, but then something happened that left him stupefied.

Sierra dug into her pocket and set the tiny remote in the middle of the table. “I put them on; I didn’t know what else to do!”

Billy stared at the simple on and off switch as if his entire life was summed up in this single item. Was she asking him to press the button? He picked up the remote to examine it closer, “And… you’re wearing these? Now?”

“I told you I didn’t know what else do to do!” His eyes looked stunned and in disbelief. She rolled her eyes and stood up from her chair. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. Billy’s heart stopped as the caressed the buttons. Sierra glanced around and pulled the hem of her skirt up. Her perfect legs were pale and smooth as marble stone. She continued until she showed him the bright pink panties that hugged her like a glove. The cameltoe was perfectly symmetrical with her pronounced pubic mound and ball at the apex of her slit. It was a simple thing to do with her sister but she saw Billy’s glazed eyes and giggled. “You want to press the button don’t you?”

Billy snapped out of it clearing his threat and licking the drool off his lower lip. “Yes… I mean no! I do but I wouldn’t unless you wanted me to.”

Sierra was still standing and shifting her weight from hip to hip savoring the metal ball as it swam in her juices. “Do you think I want you to turn it on?” She half asked herself the same question.

“I don’t know, I mean this is not something that you should…” He unconsciously licked his lips and betrayed every vestige of a poker face.

Her grin widened as she started to enjoy this challenging exchange, “Is it you who wants to press that little button? Or…” Sierra paced over to his side of the table and bent down pressing her knees together as her hips swayed to chase the metal ball. She faced him and knew his wallet was in his back right pocket. She glanced down as he sat stunned. There it was the big lump sausage running down his left leg. She wanted to toy with him; to be like Megan for once. She bent further not caring if anyone was eyeing her backside and arched butt to place her left hand on his bulge. It was humid hot and incredibly hard like a stone wrapped in a thin layer of squishy foam. Her right hand reached behind him as she whispered in his ear, “Or is it Kero?” His breathing was labored and shaky as she fished out his wallet. She gave his hardon a parting squeeze, “I’m going to get us a cappuccino.” She turned and walked away being sure to swish her skirt.

Refilling though his wallet was somehow familiar, she did the same with her dads, but under VERY different circumstances. Waiting in line she hoped the Barista would add a design in the foam. Was taking things from all middle aged men this easy?

Her abdominal muscles cramped (with every other muscle in her body) as she doubled over when the vibrator suddenly came to life. The tight nylon panties held it so close she felt the vibration in her pubic bone. Her pubic mound was the epicenter and her soft clit was a mush of nerve endings to the hard metal ball. The shop was very quiet, but there were a few people around. That buzz was in her brain all she could think was that others heard it too. She had to stand and not lose composure but her legs felt like jelly as seconds felt like years. She leaned forward to grip the counter. Her body reacted in ways she couldn’t understand. Her tiny butt pushed out as if ready to receive. It ended as suddenly as it began. The world was quiet when the barista turned to hand her the delectable deserts with skepticism. Her face was flushed and trying to catch her breath. Sierra took the caffeinated drinks with shaking hands. She turned away knowing the young man was beaming at her; watching her every move. The decorated foam she wanted shook in her weakness.

Her eyes darted to Billy who held the control. If he hit the button again she would spill the coffee and drop to her knees. In all her life she had never experienced such a sensation. Her sister had teased her for a brief micro-second only and it had been nothing like that. She grappled with the feelings as she returned to the table careful to set the cups down with his wallet.

“That was NOT cool.” Her eyes flared in mimic fury of her sister.

“You just stole my wallet, and I think it was perfectly fair because you have no idea about the situation your in.”

“And exactly what situation is that!”

“Billy produced the fated remote and slid it back to her, “That you have no idea about the forces you’re dealing with! And… That you have NO control over them!” His eyes plead honesty through his thick prescription glasses. “I’m you’re friend, and just want to help!”

“Would a friend do THAT?” Her face was contorted with betrayal.

“And what did you just do to me?” Her face softened at the words. “Turn-about is fair play where I come from. If you dance around out here in the real world like this its dangerous game you’re playing…”

“What are you saying? That I might run into someone like you?”

“Nooooo, I’m sorry, it’s just that you have to underst-“

Sierra was on the verge of tears the sensation had been so powerful, so overwhelmingly singular it threatened her hold on reality. He might actually be right. She didn’t understand the tears either! She was so frustrated that she didn’t understand it most of all. Maybe he was right, she wasn’t ready for that feeling AND from a place she knew to be bad. It wasn’t a bad feeling and that wasn’t possible! Maybe that’s why it was bad! She was so confused.

A single moment of her special place’s control nearly dropped her to the floor in front of strangers. She covered her face in a way that crushed Billy, “I have to go to the bathroom.” If she was soaking wet earlier she was dripping now. The fear of the situation, not of Billy or even what he had done, but of her own body had set in. She left the table in a hurry as Billy fawned after her with a series of apologies and excuses. She reached the heavy door to the ladies room and turned to face him. “What-do-you think you’re doing?”

Billy suddenly realized he was pleading with a tiny girl a forth of his size at private ladies room. He was never so happy to be in the ‘blue hair’ section of the mall. “I can help you!”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that that.” She eyed his crotch, but didn’t see Kero’s outline. Billy knew how to operate in public with a hard-on. When he stood from the table he pulled his penis up to lay against his stomach. Kero was locked away behind his belt.

“And I don’t think you’re ready for this,” he presented the remote trying to give it to her again. The second meaning of the words was lost on her. She was coming into her own. The fear was obvious in her eyes as she snatched the small thing, but the fear wasn’t of him. “Please, let me help you. I can take the vibrator out.” Her eyes met his and searched for truth. “You don’t have to do this alone…”

The words sank home in her heart. Everything about Billy was repulsive, but his eyes were true. They were blue and held a depth of compassion she had never seen in an adult before. Unlike her sister, Sierra worked extra hard on the struggling students. Some were overweight, had disabilities, or simply possessed zero natural ability. These girls were bullied and didn’t stand a snowballs chance in hell against Olga or at Hahn’s, but that didn’t make them worth any less! Sometimes she would find these girls crying and no matter how much she tried to help she would never see them again… Every girl that didn’t come back felt like her personal failure.

His eyes betrayed some German heritage as she ignored the rest of him and the situation at hand. She didn’t know if he was helping her or the opposite, but turning her back on him felt like ignoring one of those students. Reluctant but unable to balance the strength of her compassion against fear she agreed, “Ok, but no funny business.” She slid the remote safely into her hip pocket and opened the door.

They entered the single stall restroom together. Flipping the light on the droning hum of an exhaust fan dulled the outside world. The sink and mirror were directly in front of the door just as any other public restroom. She did a second take at the mass of ogre via the mirror that followed her in as he flipped the lock closed. The room was large enough for both of them, but her heart raced. The white tile was spotless and shiny except for a metal floor drain grate in the center of the room. The toilet and baby changing station betrayed the real and intimate purpose of the room. This was a private place; not a meeting room for strangers.

She started to have her doubts, “I’m not sure..”

“Just let me take the vibrator out so you’ve still got some underwear, and we’ll go buy you some real panties first thing!”

Weighing her options Sierra agreed. She couldn’t risk an open collapse no mater how enticingly pleasurable it may beckon. “Turn around and no peeking!” The strange man turned with his nose in the corner like a giant lump of clay. She hiked up her skirt and cringed as the soaked cloth peeled from her like a sticker with too much glue. The devious garment snagged on her sneaker with a slimy trail. Billy’s heavy breath and lungs took in the scent but didn’t move. Luckily the bathroom had both a hand dryer and paper towels. She yanked a handful of towels and dabbed frantically at the clear grool when she noticed Billy looking at her

“It’s ok, ya-know? That’s normal.” Every part of this little girl was inviting him, but there was a deeper layer of care. She looked like a scared animal. “There’s no reason to be afraid, that’s the same kind’a things that…” He laughed at the pet name, “That Kero does to me.” Nothing short of blunt honesty had gotten him this far so he continued, “I can be walking in the park on a beautiful day with nothing but trees, birds, and butterflies and BAM! It happens. At least all you need is a few paper towels.” She had turned away but he grabbed another handful of towels for her. “When he gets turned on it’s like suddenly Godzilla has a new enemy ready to burst up through the concrete and destroy Tokyo!”

Sierra giggled at the mental image of that. “But WHY does it happen?” She jabbed a handful of scented paper into the stainless steel waste basket inset in the tile wall.

“Sometimes there is no reason. I mean sure! If I see a hot chick at the pool that’s sure to get-“

“Hot chicks huh?” A spark of unknown jealousy was set off in her heart. She couldn’t explain why she said the comment anymore than she could control it.

Billy changed the subject fast, “Or sometimes you just feel! Haven’t you woke up and the warm covers just feel sooooo good and cozy? That feeling is more than just the right temperature in bed its almost emotional. Like, it feels good to your soul, ya know?”

Still holding the panties Sierra shifted her weight impatiently, “So what are you sayin exactly?” As she spoke a fresh trail of grool started down her inner thigh. She didn’t have time for this she needed to clean herself up!

“Look you’re totally new to all this, but I’ve had to deal with Kero all my life.” He watched her gaze fall on his crotch, but his penis gave no sign as it throbbed under his belt buckle. “There are certain parts of your body that are more open to FEELing.”

“Yeah I get it; my palms are more sensitive than my elbows, SHOCKER!” She twirled her finger for him to turn around again. Billy did as he was told. “Good-boy!” She tossed the panties in the sink and wrong off a line of toilet paper to wiped her salivating pussy. It did have a mind of its own!

“They’re called erogenous zones.” This was humiliating but he would gladly do anything to have this conversation with her. “And unlike you’re palm you don’t control them, they control you.”

“It doesn’t work like that!” The toilet flushed and Billy understood it as a signal to turn back to face her. She stood defiant as ever but her words were so naive.

He eyed her up and down knowing all the places he could touch her and what he could do. He wanted to introduce her to these feelings but she was so stubborn! “Do you trust me?” He reached into the sink for the object of all this trouble. The stretchy fabric was wet cool to this touch. It wasn’t a hard thing to do and he was very happy she didn’t think of it herself. A small fold allowed the vibrator to be fished out. It was a high quality garment and vibrator. Only a thin seam down the center of the metal ball bearing proved it was mechanical. Inside would be a tiny battery.

He handed her the neutered panties. She took them eyeing them with suspicion. “I guess I trust you, but I don’t know what choice I’ve got…”

“You’ve got all the choices in the world, but I’m going to worry about you out ‘there’ around people like that black man if you don’t understand what I’m talking about though.”

“And I shouldn’t worry about you?”

“A moment ago you commanded me and even said ‘good boy’ as if I were a dog.”

“Fine, I’ll go along with you’re little demonstration, but you better do exactly as you’re told.’ She wagged her finger at him playfully.

His heart melted as she bent and stepped into her panties and pulled them into place. She must trust him, but he didn’t know why or how he had gotten this privilege. “Alright stand here.” Billy pointed to a large wooden block for little children to stand on so they could better reach the hand sink. She was tall enough to wash her hands without it, but Billy encouraged her over. She didn’t understand but stepped up on the block, “And now face me and close your eyes.”

She was almost eye to eye with him, that much she understood, but looking at his ugliness gave her pause. He recognized the expression and knew he could lose everything if he wasn’t very careful. He lowered his face to get serious eyes and connected with her again. He reached out slowly as she recoiled, “Can I touch you?” She was pinned between him and the sink. His arms slowly encircled her as if for a hug while his eyes begged.

“I guess, but-“

Ever so gently he placed his hands on her shoulders while his eyes held her gaze. “I promise you I won’t do anything to hurt or scare you. All you have to do is tell me to stop. You’ve experienced a lot today and I want you to trust and learn what it all means safely with me.” He nodded his head like a parent encouraging a child. “Now just close your eyes and focus on FEELING.”

Sierra blinked a few times and rested her butt on the lip of the sink and closed her eyes. Billy’s heart raced. This could be the greatest moment in his life, and he knew he would never get a chance like this again. His breath was shaky as he ran his hands down her bare arms to encourage them to stay at her side.

Soft like a feather he embraced her neck and moved his lips closer. He knew not to kiss, that would be much too intimate, and somehow he wasn’t comfortable with a kiss. It suggested a relationship and required both to truly connect. His aim was her ear.

She smelled him and felt his body heat as the exhaust fan did its best. She braced herself not knowing what was coming but she didn’t dare take this moment from him. She could feel its importance. She had seen it in his eyes, just like all the failed gymnasts, begging her for this one last chance.

His hot breath caressed her ear just as his opposing hand began to massage her neck. The warmth and strong hold did allow her to relax. It was a very loving caress as his scruffy face touched her milky skin. His voice was breathy and hot as he whispered into her ear, “Just relax.” And she did. His big hand was skilled as a chiropractor as he gripped the whole back of her neck. Soon it required no effort for her to hold her head up. Sierra knew the facts, eight pounds was average weight of an adult cranium she was still a child, but for the first time in her life she rested. He was gently shifting his breathy focus from her ears to her neck. She broke out in gooseflesh as a shiver of warm comforting pleasure melted her further shivering in to his embrace.

She was always required to be strong, to push harder and lead the way. In his arms she felt she could finally relax. She didn’t care about the monster between his legs, or his repulsive body. It felt so nice to be nuzzled and truly loved. This wasn’t admiration; this was indulgence. Slowly she surrendered to his strength. The shocking awareness that she had no power in this moment was the most welcome epiphany she had ever experienced.

The scruff of his chin and mustache made her tense. She felt his rubbery lips and hot breath midway on her neck as the real idea of surrender was tested. With one hand on her neck and the other snaked to the small of her back below her shirt; Billy anticipated her hesitation and pulled her tight solidifying his dominate hold. She was like butter in his arms as his lips latched on. Next his tongue tasted her skin as he traced the outline of her neck tendon back up to the base of her ear.

Shockwaves of sensation were racing though her body but Billy was always a step ahead. He gripped her tighter, pressed his insanely hot mouth against her stronger. He had been right something more than sensitivity understood his tongue. It was a creature, a wild thing set loose upon her; there was so much more than just feeling. Her body reacted in ways she had never known. Her nipples tensed in anticipation that the creature might visit them too. Billy didn’t disappoint either as his tongue teased her ear lobe as it soon would her nipples.

In a flash of confusion his hands and warm mouth released her and she felt the hem of her shirt being pulled up. She was in no condition to lead or fight and instinctively lifted her arms to allow it as if her parents were helping her into the bath. The open air was upon her chest and she nearly came out of the trance, but he was on her again in an instant. His hold was so strong mouth so warm and loving she relaxed as his slobbering kisses moved lower to her collarbone.

Her sister had always called her skinny, and scrawny, even bean pole, but her coach assured her it a strict diet and low body fat that gave her an edge over the competition. Billy felt her anatomy, her boney structure, her heartbeat, and her organs and savored every part of her body. Her defined collarbone was only a means to the next sensitive zone. One he had a certain affinity for.

In life Billy was a creeper. Not just any distant man who gives the girls the creeps; he was more. At any and every opportunity he was a focused hound. It was a rare opportunity now for Billy to be in presence of real women, but growing up he found it easy to find where women had been. Lurking in the shadows at a safe distance hyper aware of any attention directed at him he would bide his time. From breaking in lockers in the high school hallways, to braving the girl’s sports room, to dirty laundry bins the local Laundromats he learned to love the scent of dirty clothes.

Sierras heart beat in high expectation that he might caress her exposed nipples. She was nearly disappointed in her heady state as he kissed the cusp of her upper breast and armpit. His hand held her arms up as he breathed in her raw pheromone. Animals have a sixth sense about these things. He felt he understood their feral desire. Markus had made pig noises at him, but Billy didn’t take much offense. Boars are uniquely able to sniff out the most valuable root crop on earth: truffles. He breathed in her fear, her anticipation, and her pungent desire.

He was intelligent enough to know this wasn’t normal and might put her off. Gods he wanted to lick the perfect hairless skin of her armpit to finally achieve his nose’s lifelong quest. But this single wanton desire could be his last if he didn’t approach it right. Her arms were up and her chest bare to him. Her nipples and budding breasts were exposed and erect for the first real time. They would be extra sensitive. Her pale areola was puffy as her breasts entered their first growth spurt. The fatty tissue beneath her tight skin was growing faster than her skin could match. Her thin and sensitive areola was bloated and swollen with her bodies struggle to adapt. This tangable sight of her arousal brought them to new heights like never before. They would be extra sensitive and easy to hurt so he had to be careful. This moment had to be about her not him.

He held her arms up with a single hand and felt her squeeze him as his breath caressed her sensitive places. His free hand gripped the other breast careful not to press her sensitive nipple, but strong enough to massage the growing flesh below. She was a mere handful and more than her braless blouse should be able to conceal, but he hadn’t noticed before.

Hot breath lead to a tiny lick of her stiff nipple. One day that nipple would flood with hormones and grow and enlarge to feed milk to a child. All her unknown potential was present and on the tip of his tongue. Carefully he laid his full kiss over her breast. They were meant to be sucked, but he did so ever so gently while massaging her with his tongue. His hand gripped the budding flesh with a deep massage while his mouth hinted at the future of her nipples.

She was putty in his hands, he wanted to go further and reach under her skirt and show her real pleasure, but something stopped him. Pressing his advantage too far would be the end of it. Just like he wanted to taste the olfactory skin pores of her smooth armpit he had to pause. She trusted him and if he continued until she spoke up he would lose everything.

He hated himself for it but he had to stop, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have went so far…” He pulled back and she snapped to as if from a deep dream.

Sierra wrapped her arms around her chest and stiff nipples drying in the cool air. She stammered to speak, “I didn’t mean…” Her nipples pressed her arms with angry fury. “To let.. that… either.”

“I know, and I understand that’s why I stopped.” Billy turned away like a ‘good boy’ to allow her to dress. “I wanted to keep going…” His self hatred was wreaking havoc on his subconscious from both angles. “But it’s more important that you trust me and I hope you know now a tip of the iceberg that is your sexual body.”

She had redressed and though her nipples pressed her blouse like never before she didn’t care and touched Billy on his back. The words sexual body hung in the air as in her mind. “Is that what its like for you?” He turned to face her. Once he had been in control and suddenly he was flipped upside down like a turtle. “When you get… turned on?”

His voice was cracking and suddenly short of breath, “I’ve never been touched like… I mean it’s similar but worse.” He licked his lips as he became transparent to her. She didn’t see his ugliness only the weak and starving good soul she wanted him to be. He went on in her empathetic and hypnotizing gaze, “I’ve never been with so I can’t say but I mean there are parts of you that are more related to me that I didn’t…”

Her sense of pity had reached a tipping point. Billy was a good person and had earned her trust. With every stammering word she could tell he had never been able to explore his desires. But in the end it was a gift he had given to her not himself. He didn’t have to stop though he did. If he hadn’t paused, she didn’t know how far her body would have encouraged him. The air felt lighter and less tense than before. In the adventure of her development she had been lost in a valley and Billy had helped her climb a mountain peak. She knew there were other mountains to climb but she felt she could see further than ever before. The silly comments her sister Megan made to Julie were in pure ignorance. An ignorance that Billy was helping her understand and control without a single request for himself. “Can you show him to me?”

The words were like a bomb that failed to explode. Billy’s eyes were huge and his lips speechless, but his body refused to let this opportunity pass. He stood up straight for the first time today and leaned back to expose his belly. His black shirt betrayed the bulge of his hairy underbelly, but she could finally see why Kero had been hidden.

To her horror she saw the soft pink of his sensitive engorged glands pressed and suffocated red below the girth of his stomach and held back by his tight belt. She finally understood the pain he must have been in all this time. She didn’t think only reacted. His belt was simple; her father had one just like it. The action was very different; usually her father was threatening to ‘whoop’ her or her sister. The sound of a belt clearing belt loops would always snap her to attention. She grabbed the strained leader and pulled it back pinching his sensitive penis to undo the hitch and moments later Billy’s pants were around his ankles. The tidal wave of odor made her turn away for a fresh breath. The stench of his underclothes was too much.

It was unlike anything Sierra had seen in sex education. His penis was just as large as the zucchini and condom demonstration, but so much more vivid. None of the diagrams had mentioned the term uncircumsized or showed the heavy turtleneck of skin that laid over ghostly outline of his ribbed glands. His pubic hair was thick black and halfway up the shaft of his pasty white penis. The thin veil of skin that covered the shaft was white like a surgical glove over a sweaty wrist. It was chunky with crisscrossing veins most thin and red while others were thick and purple. The tip of his foreskin however looked thick and leathery as if it had much more to stretch onto.

The stink of it filled the room and didn’t fade; she faced her decision to free it. The slimy shiny tip below his foreskin looked pink then red and irritated. “Is it always locked up like that?” Billy bit his lip unable to speak. His raging penis or ‘Kero’ had the floor now.

Sierra looked at it as it bobbed like a bouy in troubled waters. Billy seemed totally out of control as it flexed and waved. The glands flared with each wanton bob. She had chosen this course of action and didn’t see a way out other than leaving Billy alone and humiliated in the bathroom as she ran. He was an honest docile male to experiment on. She couldn’t deny her curiosity. His penis was every bit as repulsive as the rest of his body but that didn’t surprise her.

She looked at his fearful eyes, the same eyes she had exhibited not long ago. His powerful hands now covered his mouth in embarrassment. He might keep Kero caged up and tortured, but in the open there was no doubt who the boss was. Conflicted as ever but curious as a cat she reached with her lithe hand to grasp it.

The monster was hard and soft at the same time. In tiny movements she felt the outer skin give way to the sliding penis below. It was a furious fiend but no more than a fat worm in reality. She grasped it and couldn’t touch her fingers around its thickest girthy middle. The tip was thinner near the constricting foreskin and the base was the smallest. It must have grown on Billy’s infant body like some obscene plant; fed at different stages with varying levels of nutrients.

His eyes looked near to embarrassed tears, but he made no motion to stop her. Slowly Sierra began to explore the give and take of his foreskin. The head of his penis was pinky wet and as she pulled it back it looked darker red and even further splotches of discoloration and white globules. Billy was white as a sheet. He never expected this to happen today or any other day.

Sierra slowed at his obvious discomfort, “Do you ever wash it?” The words hit him like an acme anvil in an old cartoon. But he was still speechless. “So you never wash him and then keep him tied up behind your belt?” Billy bit his lip still struggling to understand what was taking place.

Sierra let go. His penis bobbed for a moment as she watched the skin retake the inflamed area. It bobbed again as he involuntarily flexed his kegel muscles. She watched in horrific awe as the inflamed glands tried to escape the confines of his foreskin only to shrink back in defeat. She was caught somewhere between a veterinarian looking after a mangy animal and a gym coach and student. She would never admit it to anyone but Olga had been the one to help her through her first period. That had been a real mess!

She looked at his scared eyes and took control as Olga had only a year ago, “OK, step up!” Sierra pointed to the wood block in front of the sink. The block would have made him far too tall; he found the gesture super cute though. She didn’t feel Billy or his monster Kero posed any real threat to her and she was happy to explore the male anatomy outside of a book. Billy was stunned. “We have to give him a bath.” She watched in horror as his penis grew and jumped again, this time with a dollop of precum ozzed from the tips apex...

Most of the Sex Ed. Class focused on sexually transmitted diseases. She laughed to herself at the memory, as if that was all they needed to know. She had aced the test, while her sister Megan copied and struggled as usual… but she didn’t see any signs of disease in Billy. He suffered from a profound yeast infection. This type of infection was much more common in girls, but sometimes uncircumcised boys… or men could be affected. It was the only mention of uncircumcised penis’s she could remember. Billy was an unclean heathen closer to an animal in his upbringing, at least that’s what her schooling taught.

Billy stepped over with his penis waving obscenely above the wash basin. The idea of that thing wanting to be inside her wasn’t lost on her. It was so long and thick in the middle. If it did manage to bury past that girth the tiny slit eye on the tip would be in control. All Kero wanted to do was impregnate her and she couldn’t forget that as she took the heavy meat stick with a hand.

Sierra turned the hot water on and waited to normalize it with cool. She eyed Kero like a wounded animal; likely to attack but in desperate need of help. The water finally ran warm as she grasped it at the hairy base in earnest. She looked at his frantic eyes and tried to assure him, “This may hurt a bit.” Billy was willing to endure full circumcision if Sierra held his dick when it happened!

Pulling the foreskin back took some effort and wincing from Billy. Instantly the entire room was filled the smell of rotting flesh and fishy protean. Sierra ignored this and held tight to his base with one hand and began to splash warm clean water with the other. Chunky cheese-like globs were washed into the sink from behind the flair of his glands and wrinkled foreskin. “How long as it been since you’ve…” Her twelve year old mind didn’t have the words. “mmm how do I say this… made him happy?” By his expression she could tell she wasn’t making sense. “Ya… know like…” She thought to how he suggested to never being with a woman before. “Like played pretend stuff with him.” She had sunk her finger to her cervix in a mild unconscious act of pretend sex. She understood it now, but her body was so clean surely if he played---

“Played with it… right ummm hermm.” Billy was overwhelmed with embarrassment by his unwashed thing and struggled to understand her childish words, but it finally clicked. “It’s against my religion.” Billy understood most of this was a foreign concept for her and tried to explain further. “Most guys will jack-off.” She paused from splashing water to look up at him confused. “Play with it, like pretend sex, until they... climax an-“

“Climax?” She let his penis bob in the open air as she pressed the foamy soap dispenser over and over. Her thoughts drifted to Megan. Her sister was out there alone and maybe even with Markus, but Megan somehow understood all of this. Soon she held a comical dripping blob of sanitizer. She couldn’t see her hand below the mound of soap but hit the button a few more times for good measure.

“I stopped before you felt it, but that FEELing builds into something. Like waves on a beach that feeling gets stronger and stronger. It’s VERY powerful.”

Billy’s foreskin was fully pulled back again with a bit of pain but Sierra didn’t mind as she smeared a palmful of soap onto his raging cock. Soap went on to mix with his pubic hair at the base as she took real note of his testicles. They were huge! She had gone this far and actually enjoyed exploring him. Like washing a dog she kept a respectful distance but her soapy hand tried to cup his sack. They hung outside the sink and one hand wasn’t enough. Each nut was the size of her balled fist and his scrotem was interesting to her. The skin was soft wrinkled and seemed impossible to manipulate. It was like nailing jello to a tree. She finally used both hands to cup behind the sack and pull them into the sink like a mesh gym bag filled with fluid and a couple watermelons.

Through the sanitizing floral foam she still smelled their unique vinegar sweat odor. She washed them with gentle care still amazed at how is scrotum moved and flowed around the organs inside. She took a single nut and imagined the diagram of fluids, veins, and vessels. His testicles were hard but flowed in an ocean of unique liquids tethered by nothing but a few lines and the thin skin of his sack. She massaged as she washed careful not to tangle them. Her class could never prepare a student for the real thing. She giggled as she tried to get the sparse and curly hairs clean. Billy should be the first sex ed teacher to go on the road as a live demonstration. Students couldn’t see him so he would have to be behind a wall with a cutout for his genitals. She looked up at his drooling face. He would enjoy that too much!

Finally satisfied with her work she splashed warm water on him and used paper towels to pat him dry. “You have to keep him clean ok?”

“I’m sorry and I will. I just try not to mess with it much.”

She considered her own thoughts and misgivings of her special place and tried to reassure him, “You don’t have to be afraid of it.” She took his clean dry penis in her hand. It was different this time. She gripped it knowing it felt good to him and felt confident that it was clean. His eyes closed and she watched him just feeling in the same way she had been before. With the same gentleness he had shown her she pulled at it. The foreskin easily slid over the glands and penis it sheathed.

Billy was in rapture. She felt sorry for him. From his stammering words earlier she understood that he had never touched female and that a female had never touched him. She also didn’t understand his religious comment. She understood the idea of abstinence but for him it sounded much deeper. He seemed afraid to touch himself she had violated that ideal just hours before. She imagined him growing up an orphan in some super strict catholic school trying to hide his hardon from an angry nun that followed him with a corporal punishment paddle. There was so much about him that she didn’t understand, but he had been so generous to her and asked nothing in return.

She tugged him by his penis away from the sink. She had to steel herself for what she was about to do. She sat on the edge of the toilet and looked eye to eye with his penis. It had an eye, the tiny slit of his urethra’s exit. His urine came out through there and something else too. She didn’t fully understand the anatomy of how the two changed. Maybe some infinatly small traffic cop directed the street canals. The idea made her giggle but she knew better. She had personally washed it and knew it was not only clean but sanitized too. That little eye looked more like a little set of fat red lips pressed together.

She worked the shaft with more vigor and watched how the skin rose and feel over the much more sensitive skin of the penis head. It was beet red almost purple and taunt as a ripe plumb. If something poked it, it might explode like a balloon. She wondered if it hurt him to be this hard? Billy felt her breath and wished he had a bar to hold himself steady with.

Sierra turned his penis to the side and examined the girthy middle again as she continued slowly working the skin up and down his penis. The clear apple like outline of the head was obvious but the middle was fat. She pinched her finger around the base she could almost touch her finger to her thumb. She felt the hardest throbbing central vein and muscles twitch as she pressed the soft urethra channel that ran along the bottom. Keeping her fingers wrapped she pulled out along the shaft watching the distance between her gripping fingers widen.

She didn’t understand if it was deformed or if some strapping or life long bondage of Billy’s repression caused it. She had given his penis a pet name, Kero, and Kero didn’t deserve this. She bent forward and kissed his fat shaft. Her lips were the most sensitive part of her body and the connection was electric. She learned more though that touch in the same way she was learning to feel herself, but this was different. His body heat the unique skin and pores held information only her lips could understand. Sierra convinced herself it was like using her lips to tell if some object was made of glass, metal, or plastics. She kissed it again but stronger. Testing the give and elasticity and strength of his hardness, and soon her tongue was on it with loving curiosity. She moved to the base which seemed to be harder and stronger but covered with unsavory pubic hair.

Billy allowed himself to peek down. He couldn’t see her face below his belly. She had washed his penis and scrotum but the smell of his hair teased her nose. The dense forest of black wiry hair was intense below his sweaty sagging belly. She noted the flavor and musky scent behind the repulsive odor. She forced herself down trying to understand. Her nose was buried in pubic hair as her mouth cupped the base of his penis. Her tongue explored the spongy urethra just as her hand had done. She may have washed him too well to understand.

Her nose had enough and she pulled back to catch her breath. His obscene penis bobbed in front of her. The wet trail of her kisses and tong were evident. Sierra couldn’t believe she had done that. A fresh dollop of precum leaked from the red slit on the tip. It was so close to her face she could smell it. The unique musky odor of that clear liquid perplexed her. She knew very well that her own grool had a very strong odor. His looked perfectly clear as a drop of rain. It was his bodily fluids however and Sex-Ed had did a great job of scaring students away from any sexual encounter in fear of STDs.

Sierra was smart enough to understand the percentages, and trusted beyond a reasonable doubt that Billy had NEVER had a sexual encounter. She gripped his shaft again but more forceful this time. More crystal clear precum drooled out. She aimed the rod at her face and leaned in with her tongue out. She wanted to taste it, but was scared. She barely touched the tip as if she were expecting a super hot sauce. Billy couldn’t even feel the touch as she leaned back licking her lips, but it wasn’t enough.

She fully committed and kissed the tip. His precum tasted slightly savory salty and unique. Not pleasant, but not repulsive. The kiss did allow her to feel the taunt skin of the head. The skin was so different totally unlike the thick leathery sheath. Sure she had sensitive places (like her newfound earlobes) but she had nothing to compare to this type of skin. She wondered what it must feel like as she ran her tongue around the head under his foreskin. She tested the flared ribs but he seemed to react the most when the tickled the bottom with her tongue. She pulled back after realizing the whole head was in her mouth.

Billy stammered back knowing that was the end for now. “That was amazing, I’ve never felt anything like that.” He licked his lips and pushed his glasses back into place. “I HAVE to show you something!”

Her eyes were huge with questions. What she done and what was he about to do? Watching his rod weave and bob as he moved she was speechless with hesitation. She couldn’t get that huge apple head out of her mind. He stood her up and moved her forcefully to the face the mirror over at the sink. He wrapped a strong arm around her as she stared into the mirror trying to guess his intentions.

His second hand was on her inner thigh which said everything. She weakly protested in his grip as it moved higher. He hushed her like a crying baby as he hand continued into her skirt. “Trust me you’re ready for this, and it’s nothing to be afraid of, but you need to know what an orgasm is.” It had been obvious to Billy as she had explored his penis that she had no idea what might actually happen.

Her tiny hands grasped his arms and tried in vein to pull them away but it was impossible as his fingers caressed her pink panties. She shuffled her legs but he held her still and even when she attempted to use her weight his hold was iron and lifted her off the ground. His fingers found her clitoris and began to undulate against it over the panties.

As the instant waves of pleasure and sensation hit all her fight was gone. He had held her up before, but now she lay in his arms weakly. The sudden and violent vibrations from the vibrator had been too much and too fast. Billy played her body like a precious instrument. He took cues from her whimpers and moans and fed her need. It didn’t take long before her body was rocked by involuntary spasms and shock. He was careful not to over stimulate as her first real orgasm hit. He paused and held her limp body as her shaking breath tried to cope.

The spandex panties were soaking wet again as she gushed. Her chest heaved trying to regain control. Her vaginal canal was more open than most virgins. Her constant gymnastic stretches, splits, and contortion had matured her body in ways she wasn’t prepared for. Her body was ready, wanting and gushing lubricants as her pussy begged for stimulation like an adult. Sierra didn’t know what she wanted; she didn’t know why. She held the sink for support as Billy let her go to and knelt down behind her.

He was face to face with her wool skirt covered bottom. He couldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t like the compulsion to taste her armpit this was a feast before him. Sierra gasped as her skirt was lifted and Billy’s scraggly head disappeared under the back of it. She squealed with surprise as his fingers pulled the sides of her panties down to her ankles. In an instant each of his arms wrapped her legs like a vice while his face buried between her tight butt cheeks. Her toned butt flexed as she tightened on his nose. He went wild with pent up angst licking and sucking up her grool.

Sierra was at a loss. There was nothing she could do. He held her so close and no matter how she tried; he could stand up and carry her though the mall like this! His nose often poked her tiny anus and she didn’t know how he was breathing as his lips suckled and pulled at her outer labia and perineum. She twisted and tried to grapple at his hair or ears but her skirt was in the way. She wanted to hit his skull but the sensations stole her power and soon her resolve.

Billy was slightly annoyed at her movement as he rocked her hips forward. He heard her hands slap the cold sink for support as his tongue felt it’s way to his prize despite her tightened muscles. He had been all over her vulva and tested his limits there, but the final test of his dominance over her was her anus. The skin of her armpit and breasts had been smooth as marble stone, but even stone is porous. The perfect round of her bottom and the soft tissues here had never seen sunlight and wouldn’t hold hair follicles for years. His face was buried as his tongue felt the soft smoothness of a boiled egg until his found her clenched anus.

He forced her forward and bending at the hip to allow him better access. The game of cat and mouse was fun, but he couldn’t let her think she might win. This was the ultimate surrender. His tongue tested and began to pry inside. He knew she was scared and yet she didn’t call out. She was so clean only hormone laden body sweat which he greedily drank up. Her lithe body naturally gave him good access but he let go of her legs to roll her hips forward again as she quietly resisted. She was bent forward over the sink as Billy rooted around under her skirt. She looked at herself in the clean mirror as he grew still. His tongue however was anything but still.

She could feel his obvious goal and clenched with all her might. She couldn’t allow it. She was getting angry and ready to put an end to it, but his finger found her clit again. The battle for her anus waged on as her knees went weak. Her orgasm was building faster this time. Somehow the fear and revulsion of his tongue made it stronger. The waves of pleasure were stealing away her control little by little. In every moment of weakness his tongue would spread and try to stretch her sphincter which would bring her back to reality. She clenched and straightened only to have her clitoris steal her posture away again. She couldn’t handle the mixed emotions.

He was right, she was extremely sensitive there but it’s not what she wanted. Did he really want that? She was so thankful for her strict diet, but he shouldn’t be doing this! He angrily rubbed her slit and she fell forward against the cold mirror. Her legs were stepped wide as the stretched panties around her ankles would allow. His tongue was fully inside her writhing like some confused sea creature. Her breath was in short gasps. Her orgasm was so close! She could have closed her legs, but didn’t. It didn’t belong there, she didn’t want it there! But she couldn’t stop it as her orgasm crested. Her body twitched and if it weren’t for the sink she would have feel to the floor. Her legs were shaking as every muscle in her body was wrecked by the orgasm. Even her sphincter winked and pushed against his tongue allowing him full unfought access. He ran his tongue around the o ring of her anus one last time in her defeat before he pulled away.

Billy admired his handy work as he licked his own slaiva off his lips. He put both hands on her butt cheeks. Spreading them wide threatening to gape her weak oriface, then squeezing and massaging her defeated soft rounds. Her toned glutes gave no resistance this time. Fresh grool was running down her inner thigh. She was ready.

He had never pulled his slacks up and they still lay against his ankles; his belt buckle undone. That buckle had once restrained his penis which still waved freely. His testes were chilled and his scrotem pulled tight to his body to keep the semen at the perfect temperature. His dick as hard as an iron rod and it wanted to impale her weakness. His balls had already started to ache. Billy had been aroused for so long that blue balls or epididymal hypertension had started to set in. It was a common condition for him given his religious prohibition on masturbation. He often carried sudoku math puzzles to work on when it happened. But for the first time in his life he was going to release the pressure a different way.

The wood step was just in front of her shoes, and she needed to be standing on it. He backed out of her skirt into the open air again. The heavy wool pleats feel back into place as if nothing had happened. She was still catching her breath and fighting her mixed feeling about what had happened. Billy wrapped a single arm around her waist and lifted her insignificant weight like a bag of dog food. He playfully swung her to the side and pulled the block out with his foot. Sierra squeaked in surprise and crunched pulling her arms and legs in. The pink panties still around her ankles caught above her sneakers.

She saw his hairy bare legs and penis in the mirror as she swung her back to stand on the block. Being man-handled and seeing his thing started a chain reaction of alarms in her head. “I don’t think we need to do this anymore…”

“Just one more thing I promise!”

“After what you just did?” She consciously forced her kegel muscles clenching her anus. She could still feel him and where he had been. “I wasn’t ok with that!”

“Ok, I’m sorry I got carried away, but it looked like you enjoyed it.”

“Parts of it… I did, but I didn’t ask for that and you didn’t listen like you said.”

“Ok, ok, ok, fine I’ll stop!” Billy held his hands up as she looked into his eyes though the mirror. He still pressed her against the sink. “But I need your help with something.”

Her she looked into the mirror at him with fiery eyes. “With what!” She imagined him like a child asking her to help with his pants.

“Well. I have a condition and it’s really starting to hurt, and I can’t..”

“Can’t what?” The idea of his large body pressing her was becoming normal. As she continued to talk to the mirror.

“I can’t masturbate you know...”

She shook her head, “No!” Her bleach blond hair tickled his exposed belly. “No way, not gonna happen!” She turned to look down at his penis against her side. A clear slimy trail of precum laced her skirt. “NOPE!”

“It’s a real thing, it’s called blue balls and Kero has been excited for so long it’s all backed up and hurts really bad!”

“So why exactly can’t you?” She tried to turn and noticed his trap.

The momentum was starting to turn against him. He had to convince her and fast. “It’s my religious thing… I wish I could I really do it hurts me all the time, but this time is REALLY bad.” Her eyes were annoyed as he held her in place. She paused to listen and look at him though the mirror again. “Look I promise I won’t touch it or you or do anything but it’s going to get worse and I won’t be able to walk soon.”

“I don’t want to touch it!” The words sounded so funny considering that moments before it had been in her mouth.

“Then don’t just use that vibrator.” He reached around her to pick up the metal ball. “Look… I helped you a few times, it’s only fair.”

“This is soooo stupid, and what at the end you’re gonna…” She made the spurting expression with her hand.

“Yes into the sink.”

She shook her head in resignation. “This is so stupid but what do I need to do?”

He gave her a bit of space to move. “Give me the remote and slide your skirt down an-“

“SLID MY SKRIT DOWN! Are you CRAZY?”

“Yeah so you can see, last time I didn’t know you wanted me to stop because of the skirt.”

“You are NOT going under my skirt again Mister!”

“No! but you’re gonna stand just like you are now, I’m gonna push it between legs and aim into the sink, then you’re going to hold the vibrator to the tip and…”

She made the hand motion again. “Why does it need to be between my legs though?”

“You said you didn’t want to touch it, and it needs to feel warm and surrounded so if you don’t want to use your hands… or your mouth…”

“My WHAT?”

“That’s what I thought; look this is the easiest way.”

“Fine lets just get this over with so I can call my sister.” Maybe it was her situation that was getting out of hand but suddenly Sierra’s worry wasn’t just about her, but her sister too. At the very least she knew Megan would be worried about her. They hadn’t talked in some time and without her phone in this closed bathroom…

Billy was excited, “It wont take long I promise!” She handed him the remote and hesitated as at the buttons on her skirt. “Hey it’s nothing I haven’t seen before right?” She rolled her eyes and let the heavy garment fall to her feet. He was in heaven as he pulled his hips back to line his dick up with her soft cheeks. He held her hips still as he pushed forward.

Sierra was breathless with sensation and anticipation. The big apple head slid between her legs with ease thanks to her grool. She was at good hight for it. Without the step she would have been too low. Her heart skipped a beat as his thick foreskin and ribbed glands pushed between her outer labia. It was so close, but he was true to his word. She looked down over her athletic stomach, navel, and pubic mound. The angry purple thing popped out between the V of her lower lips below her pronounced pubic bone. It was the first time she had ever really seen her clitoris too. Maybe she didn’t pay attention before or perhaps it was swollen begging for more attention.

His hands were shaking as the “buzzzz” of the vibrator joined the hum of the exhaust fan in the quiet room.

He handed it to her. She took it with awe and wonder and a mix of fear like it might bite her. “Do you remember before when you uhh… kissed it?” She nodded. “And do you remember on the bottom near the tip where it was most sensitive?

She swallowed hard not sure what the next moments might hold. “Yea…”

“Just hold it there.”

She moved the ball bearing into position and started to realize the devious notion behind his plan. Pushing up onto his glands like that mashed his penis further into her vulva and labia. The whole top of his penis was slick with her juices. And worst of all she could feel the vibrations. She hoped it would bring him to orgasm fast, because she didn’t know how long she could last.

Billy moaned with her labia over the shaft and the vibrations hit home. It was almost overwhelming. That tiny little vibrator was incredibly powerful. No wonder it had been too much for her. But he was glad to see her eyes were closed lost in her own sensations.

He began to move his hips slightly pulling and pushing his lumpy cock between her legs. This also forced her to chase down his penis with the vibrator. She was pressing him upwards hard trying to hold composure as her orgasm built. He was moving faster and faster while pulling back further. Several times the vibe landed right on her clit while the veins of his foreskin pressed up and spread her vulva more and more. Billy needed to line his cum cannon up with her vulnerability. The room was silent except for the humm and buzz and both of their labored breathing. It has a struggle but he bid his time.

She could see where this was going and she hated herself for wanting it. Her empty canal begged for attention. The rest of her body had experienced separate orgasms each was different in their own zones and ways. She knew the dangers and what Billy said he needed to do, but from the icy chills when he kissed her neck, to having is tongue in her butt the epicenter of her body seemed focused on her vagina. Her clitoris was strong sensation and she held the vibrator directly on it willingly now, but it’s not what she yearned most for. Her hips bucked offering and opening her precious passage. Her was betrayed by her own body. She couldn’t be in a more dangerous situation. She thought of how scared she had been in the food court with no panties around all those men. Then how she sure she was that none of them could threaten her tiny cervix in the first bathroom.

Her orgasm broke and left her laying defeated on the mirror. She was getting accustomed to holding the faucet for support, but her hand that held the vibrator stayed in place. The buzzing sensation made her emptiness ripple and beg for stimulation. There was no way for her to know that a man’s orgasm is a singular explosion, but a woman can go on and on. She felt him line up with her vagina. It was no mistake; the piercing apple head and eye slit were aimed inside her. She arched her back to open and present herself begging him to help her experience it.

He was on the cusp but his dick was big and her body was very small. He had to be very careful. Grasping the base of his dick Billy wrung the foreskin to the tip and wiggled it in her grool. With all of his skin inside her labia his dick could slide with ease. She was a whimpering mess as he pushed forward. He whole large head of his penis threatened her unyielding virginal canal. Sierra gripped the edge of the sink so hard her knuckles and fingers were white. Even in the absence of her hymen there was an obvious point of no return. Her natural tightness was that of his pinky finger.

Her body shivered with pleasure in building another buzzing orgasm. Billy waited unsure if he truly wanted to take this from her. She struggled on weak legs against his pressing dick, she arched and tried pushing and stretching herself over it. Billy wondered about the real possibility of future relations with her. He pressed the button and stopped the vibrator. There was no where for her to go but to back up further onto his dick. Her legs and calves were already strained.

Her tiny chest heaved as steam from her breath was on the mirror. She looked back curious if not disappointed. If he betrayed her trust he might lose the very real possibility of a future with her. This one moment’s triumph might cost him a chance at a hundred others. “Is this what you want?” It was too big and still forcefully pressed against her so she couldn’t move as the question hung in the air.

Her position was frightening, and she was thankful that he stopped. That vibrator and stimulation stole her reason. She was so confused. She didn’t want to be called stupid or dumb by her sister; she wanted to understand and know. Billy made her feel safe but, “I don’t want to get pregnant!”

Billy flexed his dick and made it throb inside her stretching a centimeter deeper before it shrank back. “I can pull out, there’s no worry there.” He knew that to be a blatant lie, there was a chance she already had a few sperm swimming around.

“I want to… feel something…” The words eased a lifetime of tension for him. “But I think Kero is too big.” The words were almost crushing, but he had an idea.

Billy hated himself for it but he pulled back to let her up. “I want you to…feel too.” He took the metal ball as she stood on her weak legs. He kept her in the same position and reached around to her mons and clit but moved lower. He could see how wet she was in the mirror. Her skin was pale and baby smooth compared to his big hairy paw of a hand. He slid the ball between her labia and with a single push from his finger sank it inside her. Sierra was startled but could barely feel the quiet ball.

Taking his cock by the base again he aimed into her sloshing and weak orifice again. She moaned as her labia lay over the head again. His thick foreskin was akin to her labia; one day her inner labia might become thick too, but not for many years. Billy stepped forward a bit as their connection adjusted. He encouraged her to arch her back leaning back into him as she stood. He wrapped his arm around her front and hand to cradle her throat. His big hand reached fully from side to side around her thin neck.

She started to have second doubts when he pressed the button. Her body shivered as his gripping hand encouraged her down. She felt the stretch, it wasn’t unlike a gymnastics stretch, but it hurt. A strange part of her had learned to appreciate pain, but not like this. She was scared and conflicted; she shouldn’t have this thing inside her. The metal ball buzzed in her depths as the inner conflict added to her building orgasm again. She shuddered on buckling knees and was forced further onto the impaling rod by his strong hold. In the pain she knew it was damaging her purity; his head was fully inside and the thick shaft threatened. It; Kero wanted to get her pregnant. It wanted to fill her with sperm. Still on the wood block and leaning back against him, her stance was slightly higher than before. Her legs were weak but she grappled at his sides and tried to rise to her tip-toes to gain balance and slow things down. She thought of her puffy cervix inside. Hours ago she had been exploring her body and tested it’s give with single finger. Her cervix was the same thin flesh as his penis head. The two were designed to meet; they couldn’t! That tiny eye and the center of her cervical opening… and then something would happen she knew to be an educational fact. No more of this sociological crap!

A strong unwanted orgasm landed at the same moments of her realization. Her long thin legs shook and strained trying to hold herself up the best she could. She had to fight it. Billy knew she wasn’t ready to fight both him and her body and pulled her back off balance nearly off the block. In the wake of overwhelming sensation her vagina rippled and pushed against the invading prick drinking it in further than it had ever before. She was invaded by several inches in a moment unwillingly engulfing his thickness, the pain drowning in her pleasure. Her feet struggled to hold any weight away from his control and off his hips if possible. Suddenly she was aware that she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t make any sounds, not even a whimpering cry escaped his clutching hand.

Her face was wrenched in fear and pain as she felt that familiar and unique tenderness of something pressing her cervix. She was small after all. His penis was just halfway in. Her baby smooth hairless labia split wide over the lumpy part of his dick as her legs and voice worked is desperation. He could see the stretched red of her inner flesh in the mirror. Not watermelon pink, but deep red this time. Billy’s foreskin trick had worked its magic but even with the copious amounts of lubricating grool he felt skin on skin friction.

She gripped his arm and hand round her throat and pulled frantically to catch a breath along with a few words, “No… no more… its too.. much!” Tears were near, but she didn’t know which kind. The vib was still working its magic on her as she felt the inside of her body like never before, but the pain and pressure were just too much but so was the promise of unbidden pleasure.

Billy pulled back as the suction of her tight body gripped his lumpy dick. Slime smeared their connection as he rotated his hips back into her. She gasped before his hand squeezed her throat again. He pressed further and harder against her cervix pulling her off the wood block entirely. The stretch was immense both inside and out. She felt the small channel of her vagina that had been so firm on her finger gripping his fat dick. There was no way for her to stand or gain any control. He leaned back supporting some of her weight on his belly.

He was silent and ignored her continued struggles. Pulling back he pressed in not quite as far, but the slimy connection moved smother and he gently rocked against her max. In a frantic pull up motion she yanked against his arm and hand, “Nooooo. You can’t! You’ll stretch it out!” All she could imagine is what her little pussy would look like after. She imagined a gaping hole that resembled a wound more than her perfect slit. The ideas and fear combined with the incessant vibrations and his gentle rock. She couldn’t imagine the whole thing sinking inside. Her tightness would clamp onto the thinner base of his tick trapping it.

For the first time she was really scared. She had played enough and dabbled in things she clearly wasn’t ready for but it was time to stop! She couldn’t speak as Billy pressed up into her hard mashing against her cervix and forcing her vaginal canal to stretch. Her vagina was quite capable of stretching deeper but she had never tested it. Her face was wrought with pain and pleasure as tears formed at the corners of her bloodshot eyes. Billy was lost. Not lost in pleasure or even in the woods; he was gone. Kero was in control.

His hand tightened around her throat in full confidence as he drove in harder and harder. His angry voice was in her ear, “You’re gonna keep my dick clean from now on!” The girthy middle was fully inside her and almost to the base as she bounced. He sensed that she was at maximum depth and slowly bobbed in and out to allow her to adjust in a brief moment of gentle compassion. Her vagina had been holding a significant portion of her weight. The tightest part of her vaginal opening, what had once been her hymen, now trapped his thickness inside. Every time the deformed middle passed her threshold it hurt. The pressure against her cervix was intense but somehow pulling that fat part out hurt worse. Spittle hissed though his clenched teeth, “You belong to me now!” Her face was red in what looked like a silent scream as her eyes bulged in disbelief. His fingertips bit into her hard enough that she would have five small bruises for days.

Pulling and plunging into her body again and again started to get easier. The foreskin didn’t matter anymore only the taunt apple head as it bashed against her cervix as he built into full angry bouncing upward thrusts. His own orgasm was coming and very soon. He stopped watching or caring about hers. She was held in place by his impaling dick. Kero didn’t care about her only his needs. “No one will want you after this.” His thrusts were full now. She bounced on his hips like a small trampoline. The chubby width felt like it was turning her body inside out but he pulled out almost to the head and slammed back in again and again. “Fucked lose by me; I’ll make sure everyone knows!” He wanted her seated on his pelvis, but her stubborn body wasn’t complying. “Fucking TAKE IT!”

A lifetime of built up and bullied angst was coming out. She was helplessly arched into him and held in place by is skewer. His hips rocked and rolled like he had never done before. An animal part of him was being set free. Her eyes lulled back as her legs bounced limply in his control. Her hands that pulled at him were weak and slowly fell. “You’re body will serve my dick even if you don’t.”

He felt it at his core. A building pressure as his semen loaded. Like his whole abdomen was taking a breath, like a mouthful of drink before the gulping swallow. He plunged as deep into her as he could. One hand choking her and the other around her tiny waist strained to pull down as his masculine hips bucked up with all his strength. The vibe was off to the side and hardly noticeable to him. The lips of his urethra were pressed so hard against her cervix it started to painfully open. Her thick grool finally smeared into his wiry pubic hair as he ground her fully seated on his pelvis. There was no escape; it was cumming.

Sierra would never be able to explain how or why she climaxed at this moment. Her foggy mind was lost in fear and revulsion, but equally in indulgence. Giving herself up so completely was somehow liberating. As if she had been in fighting to swim lost in a terrible whitewater river and suddenly chose to go with the flow. Giving into him, his desires, and his wanton brutality felt like giving into the struggles of her life. She could never quantify or convey how hard she worked at gymnastics, or school. She tried so hard to please her sister, friend, parents, fans, and most of all Olga. She was expected to have a career in the Olympics on day. The incredible crushing pressure of that was no worse than this, but she couldn’t give up in life. Was it that she felt fucked in life? Here; however, she had no choice. It was rape; she didn’t have the words but knew how this felt in her heart. Somehow she had chosen this path and led herself here. Her greatest fear; the handfuls of mysterious liquid held in his testicles were going to unleash. A torrent of sperm would raid and reign in her most sacred of places, and there was nothing she could do about it! Why fight it; why not let go? Take it… Her body was on the edge of losing consciousness as the greatest orgasm of her life finally crested. The curious thoughts, physical and emotional would forever guide her life; if only she understood them.

The welling pressure behind his prostate was at its greatest too, he couldn’t edge or hold any longer; the nerve endings of his glans were tightly pinched in cervical penetration. If his heart skipped a beat or failed to keep the pressure up he would lose it. He unloaded into her limply twitching body. Like a loud gulp he heard his first heavy ejaculate burst inside her. Her rippling orgasm continued to press and hold open against him as they shared the climax.

She was vaguely aware of what was happening but as if in a dream or out of body experience her consciousness drifted. The knowledge of pain in her core was present but it felt numb; what she knew to be her cervix was under intense attack, but her body accepted the bursts in orgasm. How and why? His hand relaxed as the throbbing blasts slowed. She coughed and gasped back to life. The weak coughs pushed him out of her cervix. Billy, the real Billy had been unaware that he’d been choking her. She was years away from learning about erotic asphyxiation. If Billy knew what he had been doing he would have been proud.

It was in fact the only time in Billy’s life that a part of him felt right. The realization of what had just happened sank in. He shriveled and cowered like a beat dog with his dick still lodged in his victim. The ancestral and feral nature of his ancient forefathers, deep seated in his genetic being, were finally satiated after a lifetime of disappointment. Like a bear or tiger at the zoo, that’s never known anything but bars, he had been set free. This one singular expression of raw untamed procreation could land him in jail. In his own mind he felt he deserved the electric chair, but it couldn’t be undone. His dick was still plump hard and plugging her tiny body. The vibrator still hummed helping to spread his otherwise thick sticky sperm into every crevice of her fertile virginity.

Billy pressed the button to stop the vibe and slowly let her feet touch the wood block again. She instinctively held her sore throat swallowing and trying to understand. She was filled beyond capacity and plugged, but the fight for breath was more important. It twitched one last time but she didn’t feel it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt her body’s trauma, but she had felt the struggle for life itself moments before and everything paled in comparison. The eye was still leaking semen but only stubborn chunky bits.

She was bent over into the sink glad so thankful to catch her breath. Her mind was growing quiet and calm after the struggle. The world was still as if catching its breath too. Adrenaline was fading, but she didn’t shake. She didn’t feel in shock only thankful to rest and lay still for a moment. The painful and even pleasurable sensations had stopped; even that terrible buzz from the vibrator had gone silent. She allowed herself to rest her eyes and just breathe. The air was clean and fresh thanks to the hum of the exhaust fan. She felt she might even drift off to sleep. The hum was constant and soothing but so was the heartbeat. Baby monitors and white nose sound machines often have a heartbeat setting because it’s soothing to the soul like hearing a mother’s heart. Sierra not only heard that heartbeat but felt it too, though she didn’t know it was the horse-heart of Billy. He also was lost the daze of aftersex bliss. The heartbeat throbbed steady and true as the oxygen flooded her nervous system again. Pain was still numbed, but the pressure of her filled vaginal canal persisted. Kero was still inside her. Questions of whether she had asked for it or what had happened were yet lost in fog. That heartbeat and the filling pressure and connection felt good and somehow comforting like staring into to blue of Billy’s eyes. Her mind rested in peaceful throbbing heartbeat in her vagina as she focused on that name, those eyes, that creature… Billy… !

Billy saw how he had hurt her and knew she would be angry once she regained her strength. It was a funny thing that a little girl could scare the life out of him! He raised his shaking hands and with a single quick motion bounced his hips back jerking the fat plug from her pussy hoping not to disturb her peaceful stillness.

Sierra’s eyes bulged in consciousness as her pussy tugged over that bulge one last time in its forceful exit. She looked into her own reflection and saw him too. But for a moment her mind was filled with an overwhelming 6th sense flash of her sister Megan. A tidal wave of emotions and questions flooded causing her to break out in a cold sweat. the struggle for life had been won, but the fear of the true situation flooded back just as an ounce of thick cum fell into the back of her tennis shoe. Her abused and swollen body closed over the rest like a trap as she lifted up onto her elbows and pulled her legs together. “Where is Megan?” She felt the impossible reminder of her situation soaking into her sock at the heel as understanding boomed like rolling thunder. The flash fear, like lightning, had been in the back of her mind but with this evidence there was no doubt. Meanwhile the flash of Megan was pushed aside but not forgotten.

Billy was a frightened pig. He had never been so afraid of his actions before. He wished to undo it, to make things like before. He pulled the silly pink panties up and snug into place followed by her skirt when he heard the odd question. He was speechless. If he could cover up the evidence maybe it would go away. His dick looked just as red an abused as her pussy, but he didn’t take the time to wipe it off as he jerked his dirty whitie-tightites and belted pants up.

He was buckling the belt when she turned. Her eyes were still red from being strangled and so was her throat. She didn’t say anything to him, but the look was quite clear. Sierra stormed past him to throw the latch on the door and walked out. Billy did not peruse. He kicked the wood block hard enough to nearly break his toes. Cursing himself and holding his hurt foot he looked into the mirror. He saw his reflection, but more importantly he saw the ghostly prints of where her hands and face had laid against it. He couldn’t believe what had happened but the ache in his groin was gone; and so was she.

The cum was like a glob of elementary school elmers glue or maybe like an egg that had been cracked into her shoe. It was sticky and made her sick with every step. She didn’t care if it sloshed out of the back. She didn’t want to think about it; nor about the mix of sexual fluids and stains on her skirt. Somehow that feeling was more repulsive than what she carried inside, but she had to ignore it all. Her body ached and hurt and even felt a little bloated, but she pressed on. She needed to get back to Megan. Snatching up her bag she looked at the cold cappuccinos; they were bittersweet. She didn’t dwell on the thought; she just wanted to get away. She rushed down the stairs to the main hub of the Mall looking around.

The Mall was thriving around her, but she felt different. She was too inexperienced and ignorant on the matter to realize how much cum was still inside her. Between her legs felt moist but not slick with grool, or cum. Billy’s semen jostled in the confines of her innermost uterus mixing and swirling with her body’s immune system as it spread deeper into her fallopian tubes. In the throws of her orgasm several of his largest and most virile shots pumped directly into her womb. The lesser thicker jism and chunky globs of aged and low modality sperm stuck to her vaginal walls. The metal sphere was submerged in it too, but the sperm only glued to organics. Her vaginal opening and inner labia had been tortured and stretched. Her small body had held him like a thick strong rubber band, but the irregular shape of his veins and bulged shaft had left her stretched out but engorged with inflammation after his furious fucking. She didn’t have time for it, but even her finger would have found her entrance puffy and closed tighter than a clam hiding a cavern of salty goo and possibly a pearl. She understood the absence of any slimy feeling to mean that his cum was discarded in her shoe. Frightfully she didn’t see Megan where they had last parted and searched for her phone. She should be calling the police, but her sister would know what to do.

She had six new texts and two missed calls. They were all from her father. He had created a group message between himself and the twins.-‘
‘6:48-On my way to pick you up! Mom has to work late again.-‘
‘7:03-Should be there in 20mins-‘
‘7:03-Outside the food court like usual?-‘
‘7:42-OK…? been here for 10mins…-‘

   ‘7:45-Sorry daddy on my way!-‘

‘7:45-Is Sierra with you?’-

The last had just been received! She breathed a sigh of relief. Megan sounded ok too and it felt good to see her words. ‘Daddy’, she always said when she wanted something; Megan loved to tug at those old childish strings when it suited her. Sierra joined the conversation and quickly replied and rushed to the exit. Stepping though the fly screen and double doors felt like an escape from hell, she hoped the sticky feeling in her shoe would be the only reminder. So much had happened and she just wanted to leave it all behind. It had only been a few hours, but her life felt years apart from the little girl that had entered.

She could See Megan already getting into the backseat. That was strange because they usually fought over the front seat. She had no reason to be nice that Sierra could think of. Maybe she just knew? It wasn’t unheard of between the twins mild telepathy, but usually it was she who was being nice to Megan at key times. Did her sister know what happened? Maybe she had some idea due to the silence. There were so many questions that Sierra chose to sit in the back seat next to her sister too.

They exchanged looks. Megan seemed to know something was wrong by the way Sierra walked, but likewise Sierra noticed something very different about her sis. Her dad was on the phone talking business. That was normal and both girls seemed happy to fade into the backseat. Sierra felt her shoe was wet and looked to see the drying leftover of bits of thick semen that were too gunky to soak up. They didn’t talk, but continued to exchange glances. The nuance conversation of looks was very telling. When they passed Sierra’s favorite restaurant Megan gave a knowing glance while Sierra looked a thousand miles away. Usually she always begged to swing in and get a smoothie. Equally telling was Megan’s lack of questions and interrogation. Either she didn’t feel up to a good conversational spar, or she knew not to ask.

The last time she saw Megan she didn’t know if she was under the dreadful attack of the vibrator. The VIBRATOR! Sierra’s face turned beet red as she shrank. She had no idea where it was! The last few miles were true torture. Total silence; their dad was done on the phone. The hot afternoon kept the windows rolled up and the blasting air conditioner blowing, but the car was starting to get stuffy. Sierra tried to press her foot against the awful spot in her shoe while Megan crossed her arms and legs. Did Megan smell it too? Their Dad breathed a few heavy sniffing breaths. The scent of sex was undeniable. His wife usually drove this car, or maybe it was him? He rolled his window down unsure as he entered the Black forest community. He would pick up a cheap gas station air freshener tomorrow. The girls were getting older but that worry was YEARS off. Still… he glanced back. Megan looked pissed off as usual and Sierra met his eyes with an anxious glance while looking at Megan; that was normal!

“All-right girls! He pulled into the freshly paved driveway. The acrid scent black tar and asphalt had never been so welcomed. Dad was luckily oblivious to the tension in the back seat. “You both are in trouble for not answering me! Straight to bed with both of you!” It was getting late and he figured the girls had eaten, or they would have pestered him to stop along the way.

His twin girls answered in perfect unison as they unbuckled like mirror images, “Yes, Daddy!”

This piqued his interest, they only got along when they were up to no good…. But with his wife staying out late he wanted to call his mistress. He looked up at them though the rear view mirror again, and cut his eyes at each; they smiled back and looked normal enough. “I’lllll be in my study if you need me just send a text.” The garage door closed as he exited the car. The girls stayed still. He looked over his shoulder as he walked into the house. They were up to something… but if Sierra was in on it, then it couldn’t be too bad right?

Megan slung her steatbelt back as soon as her father was out of sight, and snapped at Sierra, “What are those marks on your neck?”

Sierra’s face reddened again, “Marks?” Her own hand went to investigate. Her hand was much too small but lined up perfectly where Billy’s hold had been.

Megan’s eyes when huge and gasped, “Ohhhh my GOD!”

Sierra went white as a bedsheet knowing how much more there was to tell. “ME, what about you! Last time I saw you, you were walking over to that guy!”

Megan rolled her eyes dismissively, “don’t try to change the subject!”

Sierra was ready for the classic Megan bait and switch. She waved her finger and hand, “Nooo-nnonono! When I saw you last the subject was you were supposed to put those panties on and while the jerk of a black man waved the remote around to the world!” They stepped out of the car both ready for a duel. “Did you? Or did you NOT put those panties on?”

“I DID because you’re man failed to pay for his half!”

They walked into the house arguing. They knew their dad was long out of earshot in the mini-mansion. Sierra rebutted, “No, you said it was a contest! Aaaaand you wanted the head start!”

“So how much did you get him to spend?” Sierra gave a defeated sigh and looked down at her shoe. Megan’s eyes flared at her dumb sister, “Noooo…”

The girls walked into the kitchen which would lead to the stairs and their rooms. Sierra’s head bobbed as she fired back, “I straight up STOLE his wallet.” Megan backed off with an approving look. “I just went over to him and pulled it out of his back pocket!”

“I bet that perv enjoyed that. So what’d you buy?” Megan jerked the refrigerator open and grabbed some orange juice. She didn’t get a glass and drank from the jug.

“Well it wasn’t a good time to…”

Megan paused and sat the jug on the marble counter. Both girls were glad to be home. “I knew it! What… Did… You… Buy…?”

“I got a cappuccino. Well actually I got two…” Megan slowly put her palm over her face ashamed of her sis. Sierra suddenly looked up with surprise at the memory, “Oh my god!!!” Her hand raced to her second hip pocket. The first still had the vibrator remote which she didn’t want to think about, but the second held his credit card. She pulled out the thick black card and read the name aloud, “Matheson Estate?” It didn’t make sense; the Matheson Estate was the richest family around. His name was Billy but she never bothered to ask his last name. “He just looked like some janitor.” The Matheson Estate was at the very back of THEIR housing development in the Black Forest.

Megan’s eyes lit up, “WHAT?”

“Doesn’t Colonial Matheson OWN like all of the Black Forest?”

Megan was alive with intrigue. Their housing development was the richest and nicest in the whole state. It was filled with mansions and mini-mansions but ‘The Estate’ was at the very back with huge wrought iron gates. “The question is how did a lowly Colonial in the Vietnam War come back with enough money to…”

“Jeezz, it was gold! Everybody knows the story, he and his brother Butch made off with a bunch of it!” Sierra felt an ooze of jizz bubble into her panties. Her body had started to relax, then the intense conversation. It felt very different from her natural grool which kinda just appeared, this was a distinct glob much like what she had seen in her shoe. She instantly tightened and adjusted her stance accordingly and thankfully Megan didn’t notice.

“I bet there a hundred thousand dollar limit on that card!”

“Well I guess I win then, but…” Sierra wanted out of this conversation and to get to her private bath. She thought it was all out! This was… a BIG problem.

“You didn’t win!”

“Uhhh yea I do! I’m going to my room, and then I’m going to buy a Fiat.”

“A Fiat what the hell sis? You’re so dumb.”

“I am not!” If only her sister knew the truth. “I’ve already talked to daddy about it. I want one for my first car!” Megan rolled her eyes. “The one I want is on the lot down the road for 89,000 dollars.” Sierra stopped her sister with a finger, “AND if I have a hundred grand limit, I WIN!”

Megan burst out in laughter until she suddenly grabbed her abdomen with a pained groan. “Don’t ever grow up sis, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Is everything ok?” The wounded motion and sentiment was all too familiar.

“Yeah, my stomach’s not been right; I don’t think Chitty-Chicken agreed with me.”

Sierra felt the blob of semen trying to escape the tight edges of her panties. “Ya know you’re right, I think we need to call it a night too!” She couldn’t let it fall out of her open skirt.

Sierra fell in behind Megan as normal. She was glad because she couldn’t risk Megan seeing that glob of semen trail down her thighs. Likewise Megan approached the stairs with hesitation and each stepped seemed painful. She tried to minimize each movement and it looked robotic and stiff. There was defiantly something wrong.

At the top before they separated into their opposing rooms Sierra spoke up. She knew very well the traumatic events she had went through and while she couldn’t bear the thought to telling her sister she desperately needed to. Most of all she felt Megan had a story to tell too.

“Megan… before we go to bed…” They each had private bathrooms that were calling. “I just… I’m worried about you?” Megan looked like she wanted to cry. “What’s going on and why are you walking funny?”

“What’s with the bruises on YOUR neck?”

Sierra knew she couldn’t ignore the question this time. “Someone tried to… choke me.”

Megan’s whole demeanor changed, suddenly the tears vanished and she puffed up as the big sister. “WHO!... WHAT?”

“It’s not like that…”

“What it that guy?” She grabbed Sierra’s arm and pulled her into her room. The cum was out and Sierra pushed the thighs together to try and smear it still. She had never been so frustrated with her girlish hips and thin legs. She had a huge thigh gap that the yourtuber perverts loved to mention. Megan’s room was the larger of the two and had a much nicer master bathroom. Sierra wasn’t as concerned with such things. “Tell me everything, we have his card and can go to the police!”

“NO, it’s not like that! You’re not listening to me!”

“Then tell me how does someone choke you?”

“I… I.. I kinda liked it…” She swallowed as she listened to her own words, “I think?”

Megan’s heart raced her sister could be such a goof, but this was something different. The few words said so much. She had to calm herself and not be angry at Sierra, “Ok… start from the beginning and tell me everything.”

“NO!” The words cut Megan like a knife. “Not until you tell me why you’re walking funny!”

Megan swallowed hard too. “Yeah… I guess there’s a story behind that too.” Sierra took the opportunity as Megan turned away to wipe her thighs with her skirt and sit down on her bed to hopefully hold anything else in for the time being. The ironic idea of holding it in would haunt her later. She made a mental note to throw this skirt away too!

The girls went back and forth each telling a step of their trials, but reluctant to give up much until the other gave up something worse. The funny thing was both had been though similar. Sierra talked about Billy and the panties and the cappuccinos and even the start of the bathroom. How he made her feel nice and earned her trust, even when she kissed his penis! Megan told an equally interesting story. Markus had played the vibrator panties, but Megan tried to ignore them. Eventually she was in a department store and broke down. He made her suck his dick to give the remote back. Then he had the picture texts and told her he would delete them if she followed him to the parking garage.

Sierra left out a few things like how Billy’s tongue had been in her defeated butt. She would take that secret to her grave. Megan left out a few details as well. She did get Markus to delete the selfie of her tits, but a dozen of his friends showed up to take more pictures of her and her vibrating panties and more... Markus was the only one with her number so Megan felt the risk was acceptable given that she didn’t see another way out.

Sierra’s story continued, “And then his… thingy.. was in me and he just went wild. He was choking me and… I guess… I mean I didn’t directly ask for it, but I see how he…” The words stuck in her throat. She wanted Megan to believe it and she struggled with her role of acceptance.

Her sister glared at her with disbelief, “He raped you and, I can’t believe you are trying to accept blame. If that’s all true what exactly did you enjoy about him choking you and why should we not call the police?”

They had been sitting on Megan’s bed, but Sierra stood up. “I don’t know WHAT to do.. but it felt… good… at first but then…later” She unbuttoned her skirt letting it fall to the floor. The sisters were as comfortable with each others bodies as they were their own. The pink panties came down next. They were thick with white gunky semen.

“OHMYGOD! Get to the bathroom!” They rushed in together. Megan may have the nicer room and larger bathroom, but she had a single stand up shower while Sierra had simple necessities and a fancy the clawfoot garden tub. The plan had been for standing showers for both girls, but with Sierra’s early dedication to gymnastics, the need for salt baths, and relaxation after a strenuous sessiona her parents renovated.

Granted Megan’s standing shower stall was large enough for a barber shop trio to perform in and fully tiled floor to ceiling. Sierra had taken her shirt off and kicked her shoes and socks away and stood nude awaiting instruction. Megan had noticed the cum on the the sock but ignored it. She knelt down much as Billy had done knees wide in a crouch.

“OK crouch down with me just like this.” Megan was fully dressed and her movements seemed to cause her pain, but caring for her sis was more important right now.

Sierra followed and crouched nude with her legs spread wide. She was glad Megan hadn’t commented that her pussy looked different. But Megan’s fingers told a very different story. Megan reached out and touched Sierra’s pussy very similar to how Billy had, caressing at first but Megan’s fingers weren’t trying to stimulate. One finger and then a second dipped inside… then a third and forth; Soon Megan had all five fingers inside to pry her sister open. Semen slowly flowed over her hand as Sierra grunted and groaned. The fingers pulled and hurt but somehow fit with ease.

Sierra weakly closed her eyes in tired memory of the night’s events. Megan snapped, “PUSH!” She had been so tight before, her pussy would have never accepted this. Sierra focused and pushed until she was red in the face. She stopped when she heard a metal clank on the tile floor as she relaxed. “So THAT’s where that was!”

Megan waved her dry hand in disbelief how could her little sister get into this much trouble? And worst of all what was she gonna do about it? “OK, that’s enough for now but look!”

Sierra looked below, she expected a few dots of her own grool and the metal ball, but she saw a saucer sized splatter of viscous semen it was creamy like yogurt, but lumpy like half cooked egg whites. Her breathing got heavy immediately looking at the obvious. She was in full doe-eyed fight or flight response. Megan wasn’t the enemy but she didn’t want to face the obvious either. Megan had mentioned their cycle and even joked as she picked out the ‘I’m fertile Pull-Out’ panties. “Am I gonna get pregnant?”

Megan’s eyes were wide and gave no clue other than she had her own story to tell. Sierra reached out in their squat to take the hem of her sister’s spaghetti strap top. Megan resisted at first but with tears welling in her eyes allowed it. The twins had to be fair to each other.

The blouse rose to reveal not a story but a tapestry. Megan was covered in sharpie writing and drawings. Sierra saw dick’s spurting cum to tally marks along with ‘Fertile Cunt’, and ‘Breeding Bitch’ among others. Megan’s breasts were more advanced than her own but just as sensitive. Her nipples were red, swollen and abused. She even thought she saw bite barks on one along with several heart and BBC letterings and drawings she didn’t understand.

“Megan had a tear roll down her strong face as she whimpered, “They hurt me…” She sniffled a snorted laden nasal sound, “I tried to stay strong, but they hurt me.” She fell back onto her butt and grabbed her stomach in pain.

Sierra instantly felt it was her fault, not only had she failed to stay in contact but she sent Megan out with a debt to pay! She reached for her sister’s yoga pants. Megan resisted, but understanding she stood up to allow it.

Sierra was awe-struck as she pulled the tight pants down. Megan was always the stronger of the two and for her to be hurt… The pants revealed a line of duct tape from center belly down over her pubic mound and below between her legs. The silver three inch wide strip was unmistakable.

Megan was full on crying and trying to hold back sobs now, “They made me curl up ya know?” Sierra nodded though she had no clue. “But that was after they all had their way with me. Every time I would beg and plead for them not to cum inside me. They drew on me and did things. They kept passing me around trying to hurt and stretch me. It was like a contest to them!

Sierra cocked her head trying to read and upside down tally mark title: ‘Times I Came on Black Dick’ there was a series of tally marks. Megan noticed the sideways glance, “They wrote that so I could see it. They told me if I didn’t get an orgasm before they did they would cum inside me.

To Sierra’s horror she understood some of Megan’s pain, but there was pleasure to. “That’s how he choked me…” Sierra was lost in her own memories, “I guess I did enjoy it… because I climaxed… I orgasmed soooo hard while… he..” It hurt her so much to see her sister cry, but hearing Sierras similar confession helped. “I know I shouldn’t have liked it but that’s what so confusing.

Yeah they made me orgasm until it started to hurt to orgasm. I was so tired, so abused. They would fight over who got to fuck me next and I started to feel numb to it. Megan was gaining control once she understood Sierra didn’t harbor judgment only understanding. “I’ve always been more active ya know? first it was my hairbrush then…” Sierra didn’t know, but that answered a lot of questions including how her sister had survived. “but they… in and out, so many, so different, so hard, so hurtful… and that’s when Dad texted me, but Markus had my phone and he started taking more pictures of me and threatened to send em to Dad…”

Her story continued, “They told me to...” her snot nosed crying began to increase again, “I was layin, on my back ya know? Crunched up with my butt in the air and knees down by my head… that thing we used to do all the time in gymnastics.” Sierra started to understand. Markus had blackmailed her time and time again. “They were all around and jacking off… they took turns when the got close of cumming they took turns dipping their dicks in and cumming inside me!” Megan meekly started to scrape at the corner of the tape. “They hadn’t finished inside me before that, because I kept my agreement. I had to fake orgasms so they wouldn’t… I told them I liked it and wanted more all so they wouldn’t…”

Sierra was pulling at the incredibly strong tape trying to get below to her sister’s pussy. The story was too much it couldn’t be true, but Megan pushed though it. “I coughed once and some of the cum spilled out ya-know… They said if I spilled anymore they would do the same to you!” Tears were freely rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t seem to care about the painful tape as it tugged her skin. Sierra cut the gentle crap and began to tug harder to free her sister from this memory. She knew it hurt as Megan’s precious few pale brown pubic hairs were pulled out.

The pain was a secondary thing to Megan. The tape didn’t just pull it, PULLED her skin to the limit before it released. Sierra’s heart went out as the tape tugged her sensitive and engorged clitoris and tortured labia. As soon as a breach was made semen from a dozen different men gushed out.

Sierra jumped back, “Ohh-my-god!” She looked her cum covered hand. It had just gushed out!

Megan breathed a sigh of relief finally free from holding it inside. It was worth it all to get the poison out.

There was more to go, the grey sticky side was slimy with cum, but Sierra returned to pull as the thick lumpy flow continued over her fingers. Megan’s vagina had been assaulted much more than her own. Red inflamed inner labia joined the outer layers in multiple folds that Sierra didn’t understand. Then following the tape further Megan’s anus was purple and red. The tape pulled at hemorrhoids and swollen pains she couldn’t imagine. She wondered how much more semen was hidden inside, but it didn’t matter. Finally the last bit of tape tugged free from Megan’s perfectly toned and firm butt. Her plump bottom bounced right back into place as if nothing happened. Sierra hoped everything else would return to normal as well.

Sierra fell back onto her butt smearing the unknown semen onto her own bottom. The girls exchanged glances as Megan crouched pushed with all her might attempting remove the cum of countless different men. She spoke words only her sister could understand, “Do you think I’m pregnant?”

Sierra was at a loss for words. They both were at an extreme risk, but maybe… she hated herself for thinking it, Megan was at more risk. Billy had had pressed his sticky semen directly in her womb so there was no way to be sure. She leaned in to pull her sisters pussy wide in return, “OK, push”. Megan was gaping wide. The open flesh tunnel was beyond belief as she saw the dark open void inside. No matter how hard her sister pushed there was no way for her to push any further.

Sierra stood up stepping in the slimy trail of semen that flowed from her sister and tried not to act disgusted at the same mysterious cum that dripped down her own bottom. Billy hadn’t been with another woman and she felt sure he was STD free, but this… the average was one in four infected with something. Megan had ten times the semen but if those men just took turns shooting it in maybe Billy’s cum directly in her womb was more risky. There was more that might affect their chances. Megan’s pussy still gaped as she held her legs wide, it seemed to breathe with her chests rise and fall. Her soft crying was threatening greater sobs and greater gaping. The trauma of the events might affect their chances. Megan’s trauma especially. There was almost no doubt if their ova descended in their fertile period as expected they were indeed fertilized or would be very soon. There was just too much sperm, but that ova had to stick inside the womb.

Sierra spun the shower lights to a deep calming blue and started the hot water. Dual showerheads sputtered to life and began washing the stubborn semen into the drain. It tried to stick like thick white sea algae in the waters flow. Megan’s spill already reached from her limp body to the drain but slowly became less and less obvious. “I know you didn’t pay as much attention in Sex Ed. as I did sis…”

Megan sat up slightly angry at the direction, “This is not the time!”

“Nooo-no, ok, BUT, I also heard you can’t get pregnant your first time.”

She wanted to scold her little sis with the usual ‘you’re so dumb’ comment but she hoped with all her might that she was right. The girls washed each other and though the magic marker and bruises wouldn’t go away for days they did their best. The loving care of each twin sister gave the other was immeasurable. Sierra felt if her sis was this loving before she have never fell into Billy’s trap, likewise Megan saw as grownup side of Sierra she didn’t believe existed. Each had grown in their own ways. Each tried to use the horrible events to become a better person. Their rigorous drive in to excel in sports and sibling rivalry wouldn’t allow anything less.

It would take a few days before even the earliest of pregnancy tests might prove accurate. Sierra felt like the big sis now as her sister healed. She had sent Billy a text both offering to return the card and to request he buy several pregnancy tests. He was very happy to help.

It turned out that Billy was a nephew to Colonial Matheson; his father had been Butch from the story. When Billy’s father and brother both met an untimely demise in West Virginia, Billy had been too young to stay alone. That had been twenty years earlier, but he was still living at his Uncles Estate but quarantined to the pool house; the house maids wouldn’t work if they saw him. Billy cared for some basic upkeep on the grounds but mostly kept up the guard dogs and Kennels now.

Billy and Sierra had been texing all week and continued their texting when Sierra walked up to the big wrought iron gates to meet him. They exchanged the card for a bag of various feminine tests. Some of the tests were for Megan alone and hard to get, while most were every brand of pregnancy test available. Billy then invited Sierra in for a quick tour…

But that is a story for another time…

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Min:30 (minimum 30% fertility chance)
Max:100 (max of 100% fertility chance)

(my result 93 OH FUCK 93% fertile) this is you’re characters fertility! 2nd roll anything BELOW that number is positive result (So to avoid pregnancy I would have to roll HIGHER than my 93%, so 94-100, anything 93 and below is positive result)

2nd ROLL
Min:0
Max:100

(my result… .20 yep Sierra is pregnant…)

Rolled for Megan too and got a 100% fertility chance for Megan!!! No need for a 2nd roll! NO BS... a 93 then 100...

Good Luck Post Results,
Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed!

Ps. Do a 3rd roll simple 1-2, maybe she’ll have Twins! It runs in the family ya know!

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