Going Nova: A Wide-eyed Adventure/Chapter 12: Back to School
Synopsis: Brie returns to school and hears all about Elsie’s night.
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The next day, Brie awoke. She groaned to herself, realizing that it was Monday. A new week, and a new day of classes. She tossed around in bed, attempting to sleep through multiple hits of the snooze button. She was resigned to stay under the blanket as long as she could.
Suddenly the light flicked on. Her dad was at it again. “Time to get up, kiddo,” he said with his usual morning cheeriness.
Brie moaned and ducked her head under the cover to escape the cruel glare of the overhead light. As she breathed in, she was hit with the smell of sex permeating her sheets, and her night came flooding back to her.
Did it really happen? she wondered. Did she really have sex last night? Had her own father taken her virginity? The musky smell on her bed seemed to answer that for her unequivocally.
Slowly, it came back to her. All of the things she had done the previous day: with her father, with Elsie, on the catwalk, and in the green room. She was mortified. She didn’t know what had come over her. She could never explain it to anybody if she tried. Yet it had happened all the same. Sexually speaking, it seemed the petite third-grader had truly done it all.
She didn’t have long to ruminate, however, as she felt her covers being tugged off of her.
“Da-aad,” Brie whined, quickly grabbing a fist-full of sheet. “I want to die!”
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Warrick asked warmly.
“I can’t go to school today. I can never, ever go back to school.”
Warrick dropped his end of the tug-of-war. Brie pulled her side back, heaping it over her head. He came over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. His mind flashed back to what had happened the last time he was sat there, but he quickly put the immoral thoughts of his new attraction to his preteen daughter out of his mind. He rubbed Brie’s back through her sheets. She kicked and moaned, though this time it was in frustration, not uncontrollable pleasure. “I know you’re embarrassed after what happened on Friday, but you can’t not go to school.”
“Why not?” Brie cried.
“Well, for one thing, it’s actually against the law,” Warrick said, “and—”
Brie just harrumphed and turned over. She knew nothing she said would convince him he was wrong. His stubbornness about things like school always won him the battle over her childish, emotional outbursts. “You always think you’re right, just because you’re older than me.”
“Tell you what, baby girl,” Warrick said sympathetically, “Go to school and try. Just try for me. If you decide you can’t make it through, call me at lunch and I’ll come get you and you can come home.”
Brie sighed. She stared up at the ceiling and finally uttered, “Fine.” She was still dreading the thought of showing her face in Mr. Ivarson’s class again, but she was surprised she even got that much leeway from her dad.
“So,” Warrick probed, “how are you feeling today?”
“Bad.”
“I gathered that much, but what about the cum—” Warrick stopped short, suddenly feeling awkward using that word with his nine-year-old again, “—er, the medicine? Do you need any more?”
Under the covers, Brie blushed. It was actually the first it had crossed her mind that morning. After spending all of Sunday obsessing about it, she had been briefly free of worrying about her “medicine” at all.
“Well?” Warrick prodded.
“Daddy, leave me alone!” Brie snapped.
Warrick put his hands up. “Sorry, sweetheart, I just wanted to check up on you.” Warrick got off the bed and headed for the door. He worried some that he had hurt his daughter the night before. He worried, too, that his wife’s advice based on her own anecdotal experience was not well-informed. He cleared his throat and attempted to resume command of the situation. “Honey, get up and get ready for school, now.”
Brie sat up and gave her dad a bershon death glare that only a daughter can give to her father.
But it caused Warrick to break out into a smirk. Atop her head, Brie’s mane was an absolute mess: frizzy, tangled, and twisted into dreads.
“What’s so funny?!” the miserable girl hollered.
“And wash your hair,” Warrick chuckled.
Brie flung her pillow at him as hard as she could and dove back under the covers. She knew she had to get up sooner or later. If nothing else, she couldn’t stand the stale smell of her bedsheets for much longer, but she waited until she knew her dad was gone before she dared give him the gratification of doing as he commanded.
Soon, Brie did get up and she wandered to her mirror. Her dad was right about her hair. She wondered if she could ever recover from her cum-crusted nightmare of a bedhead.
“I kind of look like Mia,” she managed to chuckle to herself, thinking of the wild, kinky mop that her new upperclassman friend sported. She hoped that she would be able to find her at school sometime during the day. Their burgeoning friendship was one of the few bright points at school she looking forward to that day.
Downstairs, Hazel heard the shower start as she prepped breakfast in the kitchen. Warrick wandered in and she asked cheerily, “How’s she doing this morning?”
“Hard to say. She still hates mornings.” Warrick paused, “And maybe me, too.”
Hazel tisked and went over to him, “I’m sure that’s not true. She loves you very much. I saw just how much last night.” She kissed her husband on the cheek.
Warrick blushed. “Speaking of… How much did you see, exactly?”
“Now that you know all about my childhood incestuous relationship with my dad, I need to have a few new secrets,” Hazel turned away from him coyly before turning back and saying, “But the parts that I saw made for a good show.”
The part of Warrick that wasn’t worried about his daughter’s mental health swelled with pride. His pants, too, swelled a bit, thinking back on what he got to do with Brie, and the extent to which he got to do it. He still could barely believe that he got to fuck a little kid, moreover his own daughter, push her to her physical limits, and cum inside of her, too; all at the behest of his wife.
He walked up to Hazel and slipped his hands around her waist, kissing her on the neck, and pressing his hardness into her ass. “Thank you for being my wife,” he said quietly, “and for being a great mom.”
Hazel turned into him. “I take it that means you had fun last night.” Warrick just chuckled and kissed his way down her neck toward her chest. Hazel took in a sharp breath, but then pushed him away with a giggle. “Okay, John Phillips, I’ve still got breakfast to make.”
Warrick sat down at the table and looked at his phone while he waited for his wife and daughter to join him. Before long, the shower turned off and Brie trundled down the stairs. She wore a long, pink and orange-banded summer dress and some flat sandals. Somehow she had managed to tame her chaotic hairstyle in the bathroom.
“Morning, sweetie,” Hazel chirped.
Warrick looked up from his phone. “Glad you could join us,” he repeated, as he always did. “How was your shower?”
Brie plopped herself down at the table. “We need a hot bigger hot water tank.”
“Back to our normal chipper self, eh?” Warrick quipped wryly.
“Speaking of which,” Hazel chimed in, “How are you feeling today?”
“Fine,” Brie said, tiredly chewing on bacon.
“Good. Did you have your cummies this morning?” Hazel prodded.
Brie twisted her face, not in the mood to think about cum and sex things just then, “Mom, I’m trying to eat breakfast.”
“I know, honey, but we need to know so that we can help you get better.”
“I just forgot,” Brie grumbled, then added, “But I don’t really feel like it right now.”
Hazel’s eyes flicked to Warrick, who breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “It’s okay, Brie, you only need to do it when you feel like it, okay?”
Brie glanced at her mom, surprised that she was free of her morning obligation. Hazel smiled warmly and nodded at her. “Okay,” the young girl answered.
“But,” Warrick chimed in, “you’re still not allowed to wear panties.”
Brie rolled her eyes, “I know, Dad.”
Warrick was surprised at how disappointed he was that his little girl had resumed calling him “Dad”, instead of the “daddies” she was crying out in the night.
“Let’s see, baby,” Hazel insisted.
Brie huffed and stood up, then hiked her summer dress up until her bottom and pussy were exposed to her parents’ gaze. “See?” she grumbled, and then dropped the hem again. She still felt wrong revealing her privates to adults—she knew that other girls in her class didn’t do that kind of thing—but she admitted to herself that maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal for her anymore, anyway.
She finished her breakfast and then her dad drove her to school. In practice, it was just like any other school day, but Warrick could sense his daughter’s sullen attitude. He reached over and gave her knee a squeeze. “Buck up, baby girl, nobody’s even going to remember what happened.”
“Yes they will,” Brie moped. “It only happened on Friday.”
“Jesus,” Warrick said quietly to himself as he realized that everything that had happened had only occurred in the last three days.
“And what if someone from school saw me at the fashion show yesterday?” Her voice cracked. “Everybody was there.”
He searched for something positive to say. “Well, Elsie will be there waiting for you. She’ll never leave your side.”
“Daddy, I’m never going to live this down!” Tears streamed down the girl’s cheeks.
“Okay, okay, honey. Just remember what we talked about: give it an honest try, and if you really can’t make it through the day, give me a call at lunch time and I’ll come pick you up. We’ll say that you’re sick.”
Brie sobbed a bit more. Sick was right. She was only nine and she had sex with her father. And her mother before that. It wasn’t normal. At least, she figured, nobody knew that part. She sniffled and cleared her throat. “Okay, Daddy, I’ll try.”
Warrick tousled his daughter’s hair, gently massaging her head, which did cause her to relax a bit. He was mixed with emotion. He was happy that his kid appeared to be cured from her disruptive super-orgasmic affliction. He was also distraught that she was in for a tough day at school, and there wasn’t really anything he could do to project her. And, he begrudgingly admitted to himself, he was a little bit disappointed that his daughter wasn’t trying to take her clothes off in the car again.
It was becoming clear that she had indeed been cured. She hadn’t masturbated at all that morning, and signs were showing that she was back in a normal mindset for a child of her age; she was more concerned with her reputation among her fellow co-eds than with reaching the end of her next orgasm.
They arrived at Brie’s elementary school and Warrick dropped his daughter off. Before she left the car, Warrick asked, “Got a kiss for your dad?”
“Da-aad,” Brie rolled her eyes and blushed.
“Okay, okay,” her father conceded, “I guess you’re not my little girl anymore.”
Brie rolled her eyes, feeling a little bit guilty, so she said, “It’s okay, Daddy, I’m still your little girl. Just don’t say it so loud when I’m at school.” She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“It’s a deal,” Warrick agreed, but then added, “as long as you tell your friends that I’m cool.”
“I will,” Brie giggled, “but they’ll never buy it.”
Warrick was relieved to see her brighten up. “Well, a guy can try,” he grinned.
At that, she closed the car door and Warrick drove off, leaving her to take the day on her own. As she approached the school, she passed several of her acquaintances. One-by-one, they all turned their heads to follow her path. Most of them avoided direct eye contact, but a couple of them couldn’t help but stare in wonderment.
Brie felt like she was the unwilling star of a hidden camera TV show. She heard one of them whisper, “I saw her at the pool on Saturday.” She couldn’t hear the response, but she could make out the words “fashion show” and “slutty”, and then giggling.
The poor girl blushed deeply. Coming into the day, she knew she would have to deal with the fallout from her classroom jill-off session, but she never considered how her further exhibitionism around their small town might also make its way back to school.
Brie quickly walked to her first period science class with Mr. Ivarson. Before she made it through the door, she was beet red. She could only faintly remember what had happened at the end of last week, but she was aware that she had kissed her teacher and masturbated in class until she blacked out.
As she entered the room, every head snapped to her, including Mr. Ivarson. Tittering started immediately and, as swiftly as possible, Brie made her way to a back corner of the room, head down.
Mr. Ivarson quickly attempted to get things back under his control while more students continued to file into the room behind her. “Now class, I know not everybody’s here yet, but let’s take a look at the outline of what we’re going to cover today,” he said, attempting to distract the children.
The other kids in the class mostly avoided sitting in the seat next to Brie, but eventually a boy named Edward got up and switched his seat. Brie had always disliked him because he often acted up in class and annoyed the teachers, and he talked about vulgar things in the halls.
Soon everyone was accounted for and class began, but Brie couldn’t pay attention. She just sat, stewing in her shame, counting the minutes until it was over. How am I even going to make it to noon? she wondered.
Edward couldn’t pay attention either. His gaze was fixed upon Brie, whom he sat next to. “Hey,” he whispered to her.
Brie ignored him.
“Hey!” he rasped louder.
Brie snapped her head to him and glared.
He grinned slyly and quietly mouthed, “Let me see your pussy.”
Brie snapped her head back to her desk and fumed. Edward chuckled to himself.
After a minute she heard again, more insistently, “Let me see your pussy.” Brie tried to ignore it, but her burning cheeks gave her away.
Then, louder, “Lift up your dress. Let’s see your goodies.” This time, the boy in front of Edward heard and snorted out a chuckle, throwing a quick glance at Brie, then backwards to Edward. Edward clucked out a louder laugh.
Mr. Ivarson, too, noticed something going on and called on the boy. “Edward, is there something you have a question about?”
“Uh, no, sir,” he replied.
Mr. Ivarson peered over his glasses at him for a moment, before returning to his lecture.
Edward sank back into his seat and quieted down, but Brie could still see him out of the corner of her eye. She tried not to pay him any attention as he ever-so-slowly turned his body toward hers and then spread his legs. She could feel him staring at her as he did so. Then she saw him flick his hand back and forth over the crotch of his jeans in contrived female masturbation. He quietly gasped mockingly, his breath crescendoing such that the girl in front of Brie turned to notice him. She stifled a shocked guffaw at Brie’s expense.
The poor girl could take it no longer. “Stop it!” she croaked. The whole class immediately turned to look at the scene.
Mr. Ivarson frowned and barked, “Edward!”
The boy suddenly gripped his desk and rumbled it against the floor. He cried out with a sneer, “I’m sorry sir, it’s— it’s coming from my pussyyyy!”
The classroom erupted in a roar of laughter at his lewd callback to Brie’s incident.
Mr. Ivarson flew into a rage, shouting above the commotion. “That’s it! I warned you all not to make a big deal about this last week. Detention for you, Edward. Go to the principal’s office now.”
“Whatever, man,” beamed Edward as he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Less time for me to be in this shitty class.” The students broke into another bout of laughter. “Peace out!”
“That’s two detentions, Edward!” He called after him. After the boy had made his exit, Mr. Ivarson turned his attention to Brie. “You, too, are excused, young lady. Please go to one of the study rooms and wait for me there after class.” He held out a hall pass that he had apparently prepared ahead of class time.
Brie couldn’t leave the room fast enough. She dashed down the hall toward the row of sound-proof cubicles the school had installed to let students get homework done with fewer distractions. As she rounded a corner, she nearly ran into Mia.
“Whoa!” Mia shouted, “Oh hey, Brie! Jesus, you nearly creamed me.”
“Mia! What are you doing here?”
“Gotta take a leak.” Mia flashed her bathroom pass. “What are you doing?”
“I got in trouble and I have to go to one of the study rooms.”
“Ah, man, what did you do?”
“Nothing!” Brie lamented. “It wasn’t my fault.”
“Ugh, that’s the worst,” Mia consoled. A sly grin spread across her face. “Hey, what if you just bailed?”
“Like, not go?”
“Yeah, wanna skip out? I do it sometimes when I’ve had enough of sixth grade’s shit.”
Brie stared into Mia’s lively eyes and considered it. She would love to spend the day anywhere but here, and especially in the company of her newfound friend. But she replied, “I— I better not. I promised Daddy—er, my father—that I’d at least try to get through half the day.”
Mia smiled and mussed the underclass student’s hair, “Probably better that way. I always end up getting in more trouble in the end, anyway. How are you doing, by the way?” the twelve-year-old asked.
“Bad. Everybody knows what I did on Friday, and now rumors are flying about Saturday and Sunday, too.”
“Well, if it helps, those rumors aren’t from me. I’ve only told my friends that you’re cool.”
Brie’s eyes widened, “Really?”
“Yeah, real cool. They wanna hang out sometime.”
Brie’s insides warmed at the connection. She was thrilled to be invited into Mia’s circle of older, cooler friends. She suddenly felt the urge to hug her, and she dove in. “Oh Mia, I’m so glad I met you. Thanks for being my friend.”
“Yeah, kid,” she squeezed Brie in return, “Let’s get together soon. And bring your girlfriend Elsie along.”
The girls parted and Brie found her destination. She sat at a small study table in the sound-proof cubicle and waited until the end-of-class bell sounded. She could barely hear it through the study room’s seals, but it came faintly. She watched students filter by the large glass door for a while until, with a woosh of air, it opened and Mr. Ivarson joined her.
“Hello, Brie,” he said, moving the table out of the way and taking a seat across from her.
“Hi,” Brie said glumly.
“How are you doing this morning?”
“I’m okay,” Brie answered with the stock reply.
“Good, good,” he said, searching awkwardly for the right thing to say. “Um, well, do you know why I sent you here?”
“No,” said Brie, “whatever it was, it wasn’t my fault, Edward—” she complained.
“I know, I know,” he reassured the girl, leaning over and putting a hand on her knee. “You didn’t deserve what he was doing to you.” He then cleared his throat and said, “You’re here because I wanted to talk to you about something else. I wanted to check in on you and see if you were alright.”
“Oh, okay,” said Brie, “but, isn’t that what the school counsellors are for?”
The elder teacher chuckled and said, “Well, yes, they sometimes do work with troubled children. But all teachers here have a responsibility for their pupils’ well being, as well, you see.”
Brie trembled with trepidation, “Is this about last week?”
Mr. Ivarson nodded, and the two of them sat there in silence for a brief moment. Suddenly, he sat back in his chair, staring at the wilting figure before him. “Now, I want to remind you that you missed out on class last week, after your… incident.”
“I know,” Brie said shamefully.
“I just want you to know, after they took you to the hospital, I held an important quiz, which you also missed.”
Brie looked up at him with watery eyes. “I did?”
The teacher leered and said, “Yes, and since you missed it, you failed that quiz. And, well, that could negatively impact your grade in my class.”
Big tears welled up in the young girl’s puppy dog eyes. “But I— I couldn’t help it! I know it sounds silly, but I really couldn’t!”
Mr. Ivarson contemplated this, wondering what would drive a preteen child to such a flagrant, public display of sexuality, but on the outside, he remained stoic. “I understand,” the teacher said, lightening up a bit. After some consideration, he begrudged, “I suppose I can give you a C—that is, if you can give me a doctor’s note that details your condition, which was, by the way…?”
Brie blushed and shied away. Quietly, she started. “I’m super—” She hesitated to say the word to her third-grade teacher, “orgasmic,” she squeaked out.
Mr. Ivarson bent his ear, “I’m sorry?”
Brie looked at her feet, “I’m super-orgasmic. It means I need to… c– cum a lot.”
Her teacher smirked deviously. “I see. I admit, I have not heard of that diagnosis before. Well, if you can give me your doctor’s note saying that you need to cum a lot right now, I can mark your quiz grade up.”
Brie pleaded, “I didn’t get one. I might be able to get one tonight.”
“I’m sorry, kiddo, I need to see one now. I won’t know if you’ve faked being… super-orgasmic… otherwise. Your doctor should have given you a note to show all of your teachers, or any other adult who asks why you’re masturbating in full view of other children.”
Brie didn’t know what to do. Her cheeks burned hot and she sniffled. “I don’t have a note.”
Mr. Ivarson appeared to mull another idea around. While he did, Brie could faintly hear the bell marking the end of passing time. The next class period had begun and nobody was in the halls anymore. Finally her teacher spoke again. “I suppose there are other ways you could make it up. Extra credit.”
“Really?” Brie looked up at her teacher, an expression of relief washed over her face.
“Oh yes,” the teacher said, “bad students do extra credit for me all the time.”
“I can do that,” Brie nodded vigorously, “What can I do?”
“Well,” Mr. Ivarson replied, “I think what you can do is really quite simple.”
Brie nodded again, optimistic.
“I don’t think you need to do extra homework. You’re clearly very ill, after all, and anyway, I don’t have anything prepared. But, I suppose I could give you some extra credit for,” he paused for emphasis, “another kiss?”
Brie was shocked. She suddenly felt very alone, cornered. The hallways were empty, and even if they weren’t, nobody could hear her teacher’s indecent proposition from within the sound-proof cubicle. She swallowed a large lump in her throat. She didn’t want to kiss her teacher again. She hadn’t really even wanted to kiss him in the first place. Then, her body was compelled to do it against her own volition. Now, she was compelled to do it for a grade.
“I can’t kiss you. I’m just a kid. It’s not right. That would make you a pedophile and you’ll get in trouble,” she appealed to Mr. Ivarson’s sensibility.
“I’m not a pedophile, Miss Nova. I just liked it when you kissed me on Friday. And look,” he gestured to the glass door of the study room, “there’s nobody around to get us in trouble. It’s just a quick kiss, dear, and it’s over. I had such fun last time.”
The idea repulsed her, but she saw no other options. “If I kiss you, you’ll give me an A for the quiz?”
Mr. Ivarson leered and said, “No, child, a kiss would be lovely, but it’s such a small thing, after all. The value of that, assuming it was a good kiss, would bring you up to a D-. If you want an A, you would need to do a little bit more.”
Brie wilted, crossing her arms in front of her, and avoided looking at Mr. Ivarson. He stood up from his chair and moved toward her, hovering over her. “Well, Miss Nova? This is the one chance I’m going to give you.”
Brie swallowed and then, almost imperceptibly, nodded her head.
It was enough for Mr. Ivarson and he quickly pulled the young girl off the chair and up onto her feet. He bent over her and brought his face close to hers. The third-grader trembled with fear underneath the stature of her adult teacher. She closed her eyes and waited for him to come to her. Then she felt his lips against her. They were warm and firm, but at the same time rough and undesirable. She winced, but kissed back, not like the adult kisses she learned to give her mommy and daddy, but a simple child’s kiss. She hoped that it would satisfy him, if not permanently, at least enough that he would let her go.
At last, he pulled away from her and smiled at her condescendingly. “Oh, that was very nice, my child. That was definitely worth a D-.”
Brie said nothing. She merely grabbed her arm and fidgeted on her feet.
“Well, Miss Nova, we can talk more about extra credit later, but you best be getting off to your next class. However, since you’re late, you’re probably going to get in trouble. I wonder…” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a signed hall pass, “how much this would be worth to you?”
Brie’s stomach dropped at the thought. She was still trapped with this man and was now forced to negotiate her way out. She stammered, “You could kiss me again?”
“That sounds very nice, Miss Nova,” Mr. Ivarson said, and then added, “and what else can you give me?”
Red-faced, Brie held back a tear. She searched for an idea, then finally said, “You can touch one of my breasts.”
Mr. Ivarson grinned and said, “That’s the spirit. Just remember, if I get in trouble because of you, you’ll get into more trouble, too. The school doesn’t like it when kids try to accuse their teachers of being pedophiles. But don’t worry, I can keep your secret.” Then he leaned over and kissed her again. With one hand, he held her head, pressing her mouth against his. With his other, he reached down and pawed over her dress at the undeveloped mound on her chest, circling his fingers around her small nipple. It hardened against her will under the fabric.
Brie was trapped, but Mr. Ivarson kept to the terms of their agreement. He fondled only one breast, though his kiss was drawn out. She felt him snake his tongue out against her lips and she reluctantly parted them, for fear of making him angry. Her legs wobbled under her as she stood, mouth agape, letting her teacher’s tongue wander inside. Finally, she could take no more and she pushed herself away.
Mr. Ivarson chuckled and said, “Had enough for today?” He took pity on her. “Okay. You’re a very good kisser, Brie. You should know that.”
Brie didn’t care. “Can I go now?”
“Very well,” the man conceded, “here is your pass.”
As Brie quickly exited the cubicle, he called after her, “Let’s discuss future extra credit possibilities after class on Wednesday.”
Brie ran, humiliated, down the hallway. She couldn’t believe her teacher would take advantage of her. She didn’t understand why a man his age—older than her father, even—would be interested in a little kid, especially one of his students. She knew it was wrong, but she had felt trapped and powerless under his authority.
All thoughts of Mr. Ivarson, however, slipped away when she got to her next class late. When she entered, every head snapped to watch her and she was once again filled with a renewed sense of dread. She took a deep breath and sighed, crossing the front of the class to hand her next teacher, Mrs. Trisk, her late pass.
She sat down in one of the remaining seats in the middle of class and Mrs. Trisk cleared her throat before continuing her lesson for the day. Brie counted down the minutes until her lunch period.
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At 11:30, Brie’s lunchtime rolled around. She made her way to the lunchroom as inconspicuously as possible. She wasn’t feeling hungry at all, so she skipped the food line and took her usual seat at the lunch table.
Head down, she tried to concentrate on completing her homework while she waited for Elsie to show. Just when she was hitting her stride completing math equations, a plastic tray clattered onto the table, giving her a scare. “Elsie, jesus!”
Elsie sat down next to Brie and ringed her arm around the girl in a side hug. “How’s it going today?”
“Horrible,” Brie answered.
“What? Why?” Elsie asked, surprised.
“Elsie, sometimes you can be really thick, you know.” Brie glowered, “Why do you think?”
“Oh, right,” Elsie simmered down.
Brie sighed, “Mr. Ivarson made me kiss him again.”
“What?” Elsie asked, suddenly cranking up her volume once more. Some heads turned in their direction.
“Shh, Els, shut up,” Brie whispered, “The last thing I need is one more rumor about me for the school spread.”
Elsie leaned in and brought her voice low, “He’s a pedophile!”
“That’s what I said, but he said he’s not, he just likes kissing. But he also touched my boob.”
“That’s so illegal!” Elsie hissed. “You should report him.”
“I can’t,” Brie despaired. “He gave us a quiz on Friday and I missed it, and he’s going to bring my grade down unless I don’t do… extra credit for him.”
“Damn. You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t. Next time, you should record his behavior on your phone so you have evidence against him.”
“If only they didn’t ban mobile phones in school,” Brie lamented. “This sucks.”
Elsie changed the subject in an attempt to cheer up her friend. “People have been asking me about modeling all day. They want to know how we did it and how to break in to the industry. I didn’t tell them we basically lied our way in,” Elsie snickered.
“By the way,” she continued, “A guy gave me his card last night, after I got off stage, and before Ivy brought you back to get me.” She passed it over to Brie.
Brie looked at the card. It was a small, crisp business card that read:
SNICKER-NOODLEZ Child Modeling Agency Boys and Girls, 4–17
“He said I was good! He promised me a modeling contract if I called him.”
“Wow,” said Brie, in wonderment. “I’m not surprised. You killed it on stage yesterday. Are you going to call him?”
“I think so, but I have to figure out how I can do it without mom and dad finding out. There’s no way they would let me do it if they knew about it. He even said he might be able to use you, too.”
“Really? I thought I did horribly. I mean, I fainted on stage.”
Elsie shrugged, “I dunno. He might not have heard about that, since he was talking with me back stage when it happened. Maybe you got lucky!”
“Yeah, lucky…” Brie stared off into space, before snapping her attention back to her friend. “You do know what I did, at least, right?” Brie ventured hesitantly.
“Oh, I do,” Elsie grinned, “and I can’t believe I missed it. After what we did yesterday with those college boys, it was so hot. And all that time without you cumming, it must have been epic when you finally did.”
“I guess it felt good,” Brie admitted, “but when it’s so intense that I pass out, I have a hard time remembering. It’s almost not worth it.”
Then Elsie leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Speaking of worth it, you wanna know what I did last night?”
“Sure,” Brie answered.
“Mallory and I played Truth or Dare.”
“Really? Just you and your sister? Why?”
“I don’t really know,” Elsie blushed. “I guess I was still turned on from…” She leaned in close and whispered, “when you sucked on my pussy.”
Brie grimaced. She barely recalled her actions when she was in her cum-dumb super-orgasmic haze. Elsie’s mention of her eating Oliver’s cum out of her vagina did bring a glimmer of a memory back, though.
“You know Mallory and I have been close in the past, and when your mom dropped me off last night, your little show was all my sister could talk about. Reliving it, at least what I got to see and experience, made me very turned on; and Mal’s always so low-key horny all the time, I just knew I could convince her to have a bit of fun.” The young girl’s eyes flitted back and forth. “I mean even so, I still figured we would just end up jilling off together like we usually have.”
Brie swallowed a lump in her throat, partially because once again her lewd behavior was Elsie’s central conversation with her sibling, but also because she was curiously interested in the Brannigan sisters’ risqué game. But this time, while she couldn’t help feeling her feelings, she did sense a kind of understated stability in her mind. She hesitantly began to trust that maybe she was cured, after all, just like her dad said she would be. Maybe it was safe to talk about sexy things and her nerves wouldn’t get the best of her. “So,” she probed, “what happened?”
“Okay, so it was pretty late and we were up in our beds, supposed to be going to sleep. We had all the lights turned off, but we keep flashlights on our bed stands in case we need to get up for a potty break in the middle of the night. Anyway, I started first. Mal picked truth, of course, so I asked her if she had ever had sex.
“She giggled, ‘no,’ and that was that.
“Next, I picked truth, even though I was so horny, I just wanted to pick dare, but I thought I’d follow her lead. So, she asked me if I had ever had sex.
“I told her I had and she flipped out!” Elsie laughed. “She flicked on her flashlight and pointed it right at my face and she started asking me a million questions about it, like she was an old-timey detective. Questions like when, and who with, and how many times, but I just rolled my eyes and informed her that she could only ask one truth per round.”
“She’s probably jealous,” Brie chuckled. “Her baby sister isn’t a virgin, but she still is.” Brie recalled that Elsie had mentioned that she had not been a virgin during their encounter with the two brothers the day before and the thought re-emerged about who else it was that Elsie had screwed.
“Oh, she’s definitely jealous,” sneered Elsie. “She’s been wanting a boyfriend for a long time, but she’s too ugly.” Elsie laughed aloud but then her expression suddenly softened with empathy. “Sorry, I know you’re still a virgin, too. But—”
“No I’m not,” Brie blurted out, then instantly regretted it.
Elsie’s mouth gaped. “You’re not— since when?”
Brie blushed. “Nevermind. I was just kidding.”
Elsie’s eyes bored into Brie, “No, that wasn’t a joke. You’re a bad liar. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Brie snapped back coolly.
“What? I didn’t need to tell you. You fuckin’ watched me fuck Oli,” Elsie snorted.
“No I didn’t,” Brie hissed, then whispered, “Oliver wasn’t your first. You told him you weren’t a virgin.”
Now it was Elsie’s turn to blush. She didn’t dare tell Brie that it was her father who was her first. “That— that was just a joke,” she sputtered.
“Now who’s lying?” Brie leered. “You made a big deal about how ‘virginity is just a social construct’.”
Elsie smirked, her eyes flitting back and forth.
“Tell me who it was,” Brie said.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” Elsie trailed off.
Brie suddenly felt cold. A wash of sweat broke out across her body. In the pit of her stomach, she suddenly knew. “My dad.”
Elsie grimaced. “Don’t hate me,” she squeaked.
“Whoa,” Brie was stunned. They both sat in silence for a moment. “Saturday? That’s why you were naked when we woke up.”
Elsie nodded, wincing, ready for the blowback.
But it never came. “So then what happened? With Mallory, I mean.”
Elsie ventured on with her story, hesitantly at first, surprised that Brie didn’t seem to care that her best friend had sex with her dad.
“Oh, well, anyway, she went again and she picked truth again. I asked if she had ever done oral. She said no, she couldn’t even get a boyfriend. She seemed pretty frustrated.
“So then it was my turn, and she said, ‘Who are all the people you’ve had sex with?’ and I told her a college boy and an… older man.” Elsie looked sincerely at Brie and said, “I wasn’t just going to tell her it was your dad.”
“Then she asked me if it was an adult and how old, and I said daddy’s age.
“She said, ‘Holy shit, that’s like 30 years age difference and you’re just a little kid,’ and swallowed real hard. She asked me who it was, but then I realized she already got an extra question out of me and I clammed up. I heard her start to kind of fidget around, and I knew she was getting a little turned on and probably ready to take a dare.
“But it was her turn again and she surprised me by picking truth. I wasn’t expecting that, but I thought for a sec and then asked, ‘Would you ever want a girlfriend?’
“She blushed and giggled and said, ‘I have girlfriends.’ She totally knew what I meant, though!
“I said, ‘No, dummy, not your friends. I mean like a boyfriend, but a girlfriend.’
“She was quiet for a while and then she said in this too-calm voice, ‘No, I’m not a lesbian.’
“I was like, ‘You don’t have to be a lesbian to like girls.’
“Then do you know what she said? She said, ‘Well, you didn’t ask if I liked girls!’”
Brie snorted. “Wow, do you think she does like girls, then?”
“I dunno,” Elsie answered, “I never got to ask her, but I kinda think she might.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Well, let me finish my story.”
Brie nodded. Her heart was beating in her chest. She was enraptured with her best friend’s racy game with her sister.
“Next it was my turn, but I knew if I picked truth, she was going to ask about, you know, your dad, and I didn’t want to tell her anything about that! So, I was basically forced to pick dare.
“She must have been getting antsy and said, ‘I dare you to take your pajamas off.’
“That was easy, so I did just that. I had this one-piece romper on with spaghetti straps, and I shimmied out of it under the covers, yanked it out, and dropped it on the floor.
“Mallory shined her flashlight on me and made me pull back the covers so she could check, and she got annoyed when she realized I wasn’t completely naked. ‘You can’t leave your panties on!’ she said.
Brie threw her hands up. “Panties aren’t a part of the pajamas! It’s just underwear.”
Elsie pointed and said, “That’s what I told her and she grumbled, ‘Well I meant all your clothes,’ so I mocked and said well then she should have said that for the dare.’”
Brie smiled, “You turned the tables back on her.”
“I know,” Elsie giggled, “but I don’t think she got the joke. She just whined some more about how I should just get naked until I asked her ‘Truth or dare?’
“She finally gave up on me and said dare, so I dared her to let me cuddle her in her bed.”
“That’s it?” Brie asked quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“That doesn’t sound like that big of a dare.”
Elsie rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t know this because you’re a single child. But Mallory hasn’t let me be that close to her since she started getting boobs.”
“I thought you’d seen each other play with yourselves before.”
“Only with covers on,” Elsie corrected, “But now here I am, mostly naked and wanting to get in her bed? It was a big deal, and you could tell, because she almost said no. It was quiet for a really long time, and finally she said, almost in a whisper, ‘Okay.’
“My heart skipped a beat as I slipped out from under my covers. I grabbed my flashlight and quickly padded over to my sister’s bed and she opened the covers to let me in. After fooling around with you, it was such a thrill being that close to a girl again, and I couldn’t help but shiver, even though it was warm under the sheet.”
“And even though she’s your sister?”
Elsie blushed. “Yeah, she felt really nice. We shifted around quite a bit to get settled. We have small single beds, so there’s not a lot of room. Eventually she spooned me and draped her hand over my torso. I could feel her boobs press against my back. They were warm and soft, and her nipples were hard. It was so nice.”
Brie chimed in dreamily, “That does sound nice. I sometimes go to my parents in their room if I wake up from a bad dream in the middle of the night, or if there’s a scary storm, and it’s always so warm and nice to be between them. But they always made me go back to my own bed sooner or later.” Brie thought about her recent trysts with both of her parents and in the back of her head she wondered just how much things would change because of that. “So is that where it ended?”
“Oh no. We laid there for a few minutes, and she kind of started rubbing my back a little bit. I could feel my pussy getting real wet again and my nerves were causing me to shake.
“Mallory whispered, ‘Why are you shaking?’
“‘Because I’m nervous.’
“‘What are you nervous about?’
“‘I don’t really know,’ I said, ‘but this feels nice.’
“From behind me, she pressed her face into my hair and inhaled slowly, taking in the scent, then exhaled. Finally, she whispered ‘Truth or dare?’
“From this point on, they’re just dares, so she dared me to get all the way naked in bed with her. I swallowed and shimmied out of my panties under the cover. I held them up to her and showed her, but she said she had to check again. I guess, just in case I was wearing two pairs of panties or something? She leaned down to my ankles and dragged her hands up my body. She felt her way up and when she got to my hips, sure enough, no panty line.
“Then she felt around, caressing both cheeks of my bottom and hummed. I think she liked what she felt. She even started to move her hands between my thighs but I wonder if she felt my wetness, because she quickly stopped and moved her hand back onto my hip.
“‘Anything there?’ I quipped.
“She laughed quietly, ‘Nope, just a baby smooth bottom.’
“I kind of wished she would have felt my baby smooth other places, but it felt so nice laying there with her without any clothes on. I wiggled my butt into her crotch and entwined my legs around hers, encouraging her to explore more and she got the hint. She felt down my waist to my hip bones, and she even got pretty close to my cunny crack, but she chickened out again and moved up to my tummy, and finally up to my boobs. I felt my nipples stiffen under her caress and then she stopped rubbing and said quietly, ‘What’s my dare?’
“I liked being naked with her, but I wanted her to feel it, too, so I answered, ‘I dare you to let me take off all of your clothes.’”
“She quickly agreed, and I knew I was finally getting somewhere. Even so, she wasn’t going to make it easy for me. I think she was still timid and also don’t think she really knew what to do, since she’s never had anyone else take off her clothes before. She just laid there under the covers. She was wearing a two-piece pajama set with a tight top that said ‘I’ll be in bed today’ and matching pajama shorts. I fumbled around quite a bit to get her shirt off from under the covers and she tried to help, too, but everything kept getting twisted in the sheet and all staticky. Finally I had enough and just pulled the sheet off of us and straddled on top of her.”
“You were naked,” Brie reminded Elsie. “Did she see you?”
“Yeah, it was dark, but we could see each other a little bit in the moonlight. I didn’t really care. Anyway, I grabbed her shirt and she lifted herself up enough for me to get it over her back. Even before I pulled it over her head, I could see her titties.”
Brie cleared her throat. “What were they like?”
“Even though she’s my sister, they looked nice. Bigger than both of ours.”
“That’s not hard,” Brie complained, “I don’t think my chest is going to grow at all until puberty.”
“I don’t mind my flat chest,” Elsie said, “All the girls with big boobs always talk about how they’re bad for your back. Plus, think about pedophiles like Mr. Ivarson. Some guys like flat little girls.” Elsie added wistfully, “Oliver seemed to.”
“Well yours are still a little bigger than mine.”
“Hunter didn’t complain, either,” Elsie smirked.
“Maybe I’m still hazy from my last blackout, but as I recall, Hunter only really cared about my mouth.”
Elsie laughed and said, “Well, from my experience, you have a pretty good mouth. Now, where were we?”
“Your sister has nice tits.”
“Yeah, not too big, not too small. After I got her top off, I reached down and squeezed one. It was pretty cool. I felt her nipple sticking out, but Mal flinched and told me that wasn’t part of the dare, so I had to stop.”
“So next were her pants?” Brie asked.
“Yep, I climbed off of her and slipped them off. It was easier, cuz she just had to lift her butt up off the mattress. She was down to just her panties at that point.”
Brie licked her lips. “What did they look like?”
“It was hard to see in the dark, but they were basic. Striped. But it doesn’t matter, it was time for them to come off, too. I climbed back on top of her and straddled her stomach, but this time facing her feet. That made her giggle and ask what I was doing. I shushed her and said, ‘I didn’t specify how I was going to take them off.’” She got a good look at my naked butt while I did it. She might have even seen my cunny between my legs once while I bent over.
“I grabbed her undies and pushed them down her legs. She lifted her knees toward me, and I slipped them over, and then she pulled one leg out, leaving them dangling off her other ankle, in case someone came in and she had to put them on again quickly.
“There, right below me was her naked cunny, about four inches from mine. It was amazing. Her two bare lips stared back at me. I was so turned on. I caressed her inner thighs up to her vagina and brushed my fingers over it. It was soft and hot and kind of slick like mine was.
“But she wasn’t expecting it and squeaked loudly when I did it. She covered her mouth, but I heard daddy coming down the hall. We didn’t know what to do! I started to bolt to my bed, but Mallory pushed me down between her legs and pulled the sheet over us both, hiding me under it completely.
“Suddenly I had my head right up against her tummy, just above her mound. From there, I could actually smell my sister’s pussy, and it made my chest tight and my head spin.
“Daddy cracked the door open and whispered, ‘Is everything alright?’
“I heard Mallory respond, ‘Yeah, I just had a bad dream.’
“Then he said, ‘Are you okay, Els?’
“I thought I had been caught. I wasn’t in my bed, and surely if he didn’t notice then, he would soon. Luckily, myself sister said, ‘I think she’s still asleep.’
“He said goodnight and then left. It must have been dark enough that it looked like I was still in bed. When I heard the door shut, I realized I had been holding my breath. I exhaled and my hot breath against my sister’s vagina caused her to moan. She pulled the sheet back down over me, revealing me to the night air, and that’s when I dove in to her, giving her slit a long lick from the bottom to her clit.”
Brie gawked, “You licked your sister’s pussy?”
“I thought I was being funny,” Elsie blushed. “She nearly screamed again, though, but held it back with both hands, and kicked me off of her. ‘What are you doing? That’s gross! You’re my sister.’
“I felt kind of embarrassed, because I guess she was right, so I tried to cover for my actions: ‘I was just trying to tickle you.’
“‘Well, it doesn’t tickle, it feels… weird. And anyway, it wasn’t part of your dare.’
“I laid back down next to her and felt my naked skin pressed against hers. She was so warm and it made my tummy tingle. I said, ‘Well, it’s your turn to give me a dare.’
“She said, ‘Since you’re so horny, I dare you to play with yourself now.’
“I was kind of disappointed. ‘That’s it?’ I said.
Brie interrupted, “What do you mean?”
“Mal asked the same thing. I was like, ‘Well, I mean, we’ve done that a lot already. It’s not really a 'dare'-dare. Since I’m in your bed, don’t you want me to do something more?’
“She thought for a short while and then she flicked on her flashlight and said, ‘Okay, you have to let me watch.’
“I liked that, so I agreed and took a deep breath and rolled onto my back. I reached down with both hands and she followed them with her flashlight until I reached my pussy lips. I spread my smooth labia apart, and Mallory leaned in to get a closer look. It sent a rush through me. I wanted to give her a better view, so I spread my legs, hooking one over hers, and dangling the other off the side of the bed. It was very sexy being a little bit entwined with her.
“I could hear her breath quavering, and feel her heart beat strongly through my body.
“I looked down myself and could see my inner thighs glistening in the light. I started by rubbing my clit, and it was already super-slick. Mal was quiet, so we could hear the wetness of my slick crack as I worked it with my fingers, along with my soft grunts.
“Every so often, I would bring my fingers up and taste myself.
“She asked me, ‘What does it taste like?’
“I held my finger up to her and said, ‘You can try it if you want.’
“She scoffed, ‘You’re so gross, Elsie. I’m not going to lick you.’
“‘It’s not like you’re licking my swimsuit area!’ I insisted.
“‘I don’t care. It’s still from your vagina, and you’re my kid sister. You’re nuts.’
“I was annoyed. I said, ‘Who cares? We’ve masturbated together lots. It’s basically the same thing.’
“‘Yeah, but we don’t touch each other.’
“I wiggled the leg I had hanging over hers. ‘You don’t seem to mind this.’
“She was just like, ‘So? Just finish your dare,’ and then she was quiet, just watching me continue to work my slit. I could feel her chest rising beside me and I could tell she was getting even more turned on. Then she swallowed and said quietly, “You can give me my next dare, and we could do them together.”
“I knew she was getting really horny now and wanted to masturbate along with me, but since it was my challenge, I figured I’d give her a dare to remember:” Elsie leaned in closely to Brie and said with a smirk, “‘I dare you to let me go down on you.’”
Brie gasped, “You were gonna eat out your sister?”
Elsie crossed her arms, “She was giving me so much shit about it being wrong, I was like, I could do it. It’s not that big of a deal, right? It’s not like I can get her pregnant. She was giving me something to prove, and I was up for the challenge. I was sure she would give in, but she’s such a chicken. She said ‘No way!’ and then suggested, ‘What if I just masturbated, too?’”
“‘That’s not the dare,’ I insisted.
“‘But I’m not a lesbian,’ she whined.
“‘Neither am I. You can just close your eyes and pretend I’m some boy eating you out instead.’
“You wouldn’t feel like a boy. Some little kid, maybe.’
“‘So?’
“‘You’re family, it’s so wrong,’ she protested, trying to get me to give up.
“Finally, I was like, ‘You’ll lose the game if you don’t do the dare.’
“She said, ‘So what? It’s just a dumb game.’
Elsie frowned at Brie. “I admit, she had me there. I didn’t have anything else. She called my bluff, so I backed down. But I still hadn’t cum yet, and I know Mallory still super aroused and wanted to, too. So I thought quickly and said, ‘Fine, you don’t have to let me go down on you, but, you have one last chance. If you don’t want to lose the game, then you have to do whatever I say next.’
“Fine with me,’ she replied. ‘I don’t 'have' to do anything, and I don’t care about losing the game.’
“I turned on my flashlight and pointed it at her. ‘I dare you to fuck yourself… with your flashlight as a dildo.’”
Brie leaned in at Elsie’s tawdry dare. “OMG, what did she do?” she asked.
“She giggled in, like, a bashful kind of way and shied away from the light. I didn’t get it, at first, but then she nodded and said, ‘Okay, but if I do this dare, then you lose the game. And I’m going to use this instead.’ Then then she leaned over me to open the drawer of her side table and pulled out this big rubber cock!”
Brie was dazed. “Holy shit, Mallory has a dildo?”
“I know!” exclaimed Elsie loudly, before she looked around and brought her level back down. “She said Mom gave it to her last year when she turned thirteen, after she got the sex talk at school. Mom said she could use it until the right boy came along. Mal said it was, like, super-embarrassing at the time, but she’s kinda glad now, cuz she’s used it a lot.”
Brie was in awe. “Wow. What did it look like?”
“It was smooth on one end, like a tube full of glittery, purple jelly, and on the other end, it actually looked like a real cock, like what Oliver and Hunter had, but definitely a bit bigger. I was kind of surprised Mom got her such a realistic-looking sex toy. It was flexible, bendable, but kind of stiff, at the same time.”
“Did she do the dare?” Brie asked, her voice cracking somewhat.
“Yes! Mallory reached down and started sliding it up and down her crack, getting it all wet. She was moaning right away. She was really in heat. I had my flashlight on her now, and I watched as the side with the cock split her plump lips open and got lubed up in her cunny juices. I could see them sticking and glistening off of the dildo. It kind of looked like she was really putting a penis inside of her, only it was purple and glittery. With her pussy lips around it, it kinda looked like her pussy was giving the head of a penis a kiss.
“Then, once it was all slick with her girl-cum, she lowered it down to her hole and placed it at the entrance. She bit her lip and gave it a push, and it went inside. We both gasped as it did. It was so hot seeing her pussy open up to take it. Slowly, it got acclimated to the dildo, and made the whole thing slick for each inch it pushed inside her. I could hear the sounds of it squishing inside her cunt as it went in. Finally, it bottomed out and she whispered, ‘It’s all the way in.’ A little less than half was sticking out of her.
“She was panting and she said, ‘If this was a boy, I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.’
“She caught my eyes and we both giggled at what we were doing, then she slapped her clit a couple times and moaned at the pleasure. It was so arousing seeing my lusty sister playing with herself. That’s when I remembered that I still needed to masturbate, too, and I immediately started circling my little clitty with my finger again. Mallory slowly pumped her toy in and out of her, and was gasping in my ear. It was sexy having my sister so close to me, listening to her pleasure, and feeling her hot breath on my face.
“I turned toward her and wrapped both of my legs around one of hers and wedged my hand into my cunny crack. I subtly thrust my hips at her because I was getting this overwhelming urge to somehow fuck her, and the motion slowly inched me closer and closer to her. Soon I had my chest against her small, soft, 14-year-old boobs, and I buried my head into her neck, mewling uncontrollably, like I was her lover.”
Brie moaned softly. “Jesus, it almost sounds like you were having sex with her.”
Elsie nodded. "Almost," she smirked, and then continued her story. “Mallory whispered to herself, ‘Fuck, I can’t believe I’m letting my kid sister watch me fuck myself with this dildo.’
“‘Why is this so hot, Mal?’ I groaned into her neck, now rubbing my pussy up and down against her leg while I tickled my clit.
“‘Because it’s wrong. We’re still kids, and you’re just a preteen. You don’t even have boobs yet. You’re not supposed to know about sex stuff. You’re not supposed to like watching your big sister splitting her fucking cunt open like a slut. And I’m not supposed to like watching you naked when you’re only nine years old.’
“I was already primed from jilling off before and her naughty words were enough to finish me off. I felt the orgasm rushing from deep within me, and it exploded out through my clitty. I swear, I almost thought it was going to squirt out sperm with the way it throbbed. ‘Fuck, Mal, I’m cumming,’ I cried, and reached over and hugged my big sister close, feeling her soft, warm tits against my arm. My thrusting grew wild, and my bald mound crashed against her hips, sending waves of pleasure up from my pussy and splattering her with my juices. I came with a quiet intensity, against my own sister’s naked body.
“All too soon, I began to calm down. The aftershocks fluttered through me, and I knew I was going to have to go back to my bed again, but I wanted to lay there with her as long as I could. Even though it was only a single bed, I hoped she would let me spend the night there with her.”
“Wow,” Brie panted, “That story was so hot.”
Elsie smiled, pleased with herself that she had managed to get her best friend visibly aroused with her tale. “There’s still more story to tell. I sighed in satisfaction and watched Mallory still pumping the fake cock more rapidly, more intently into her teen cunny. She was so wet, it was gliding smoothly within her now, in and out. I could hear her juices sloshing. While she frigged herself, she turned to me, eyes just slits and a dreamy smile on her face. She said softly, through her groaning, ‘You lose the game, Els.’
“I couldn’t help but smile. She was right. She fucked herself according to the dare, which meant I had lost. I didn’t say anything. I nodded in acceptance of the defeat. I just watched her plunge the sex toy in and out of her pussy and caressed the nipples of her teen breasts with my hand. But then, she said something I really wasn’t expecting: ‘I dare you to use the dildo on me.’
“I said, ‘Another dare? I thought the game was over.’
“She shrugged and sighed, ‘It’s still a dare. It would be so hot to feel you fucking my cunt with it.’
“I immediately rolled on top of her and slid down her body to get between her legs. She moved her hands away and the dildo started to slip out of her. She was so wet and tight that her pussy was just squeezing it right out. I quickly grabbed it and pressed it back into her. She whined aloud as she was penetrated by something beyond her own control for the first time in her life. It should have been a lover’s cock, or even another girl, but no, it was me, her kid sister who was giving her her first sex experience. Her moaning was loud and I had to shush her again, because I thought I could hear shuffling outside and I was afraid that Dad might come check on us again.
“Luckily he didn’t. I pointed my flashlight at her split and studied all of its details. Her labia was smooth and kind of reddish around the edges. In her slit, it was really pink and really wet. I saw where the dildo entered her, stretching her elastic entrance, and it was beading up with her fluids. Her aroma was dizzying.
“I knew she didn’t want me to eat her out, but after you licked me in the green room yesterday, I had to have a taste of her pussy, so I swiped some of her juice that was dripping off the dildo and licked it off my finger.”
“What did it taste like?” Brie inquired.
Elsie leaned back from the table slightly, eyes rolled to the back of her head, signaling to Brie that she enjoyed it.
“Mal was encouraging me to keep masturbating her, saying, ‘Like that, Els, that feels so good. Go faster, Baby Sister, go faster.’ Then she started rubbing her clit with one of her hands. Since I only needed one hand to work the dildo, I brought my other one up to do that for her, too. I pushed her hand away, unsure if she would let me actually touch her, you know on her cunny, but surprisingly, she did. Her hands reached back and gripped her headboard and she hissed out, “Fuck, Sis, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“I rubbed her teenaged clitty quickly and lightly with my thumb, occasionally slowing down to apply more pressure. Her hips were thrusting up, practically to my face, and I thought again about going down on her. I mean, I already was down on her, and her slit was right there, right in front of me.
“So I went for it. I leaned down an inch, stuck out my tongue, and pressed it against her clitty, and just like that I was eating out my sister. She thrusted wildly into me, and I thought she was going to break my nose with her hips, so I grabbed her ass with my free hand and just held her there as much as I could, her back arched into the air, her pussy against my face. She just rocked her hips while I hammered her hole with the toy and flicked my tongue up and down her gash, swirling it around her stiff little love bud.
“That’s when she came. She thrashed on the bed, covering her mouth with one hand, and gripping the headboard with the other. It startled me, but I kept at her. She kind of flooded with juices—not like you do—but they streamed, watery, down the dildo. I mostly kept my tongue focused on her clit, but I licked up some bit of what came out. It was tangy and nice. She squealed breathlessly, trying to keep the noise down, but the bed springs were pretty squeaky and she was really going crazy. Finally, I thought to lay on top of her, to keep her still, so I crawled on top of her and put my whole weight on her. She was warm and slick with sweat and her boobs were soft under my head.
“I brought my face up to hers and she shocked me when she leaned up and kissed me, full force on the lips. With tongue, even. I was sure she’d be able to taste herself on my lips, and I didn’t think she’d like that, but she didn’t seem to care. Between kisses, she gasped, ‘I love you. I love you, Els.’ And then back into kissing.
“We made out for quite a long time while she came down from her orgasm, and I was getting turned on again, especially watching my sister have cummies.”
Brie interrupted, “You say that like you were spying on her, but they were cummies that you gave her! You made your big sister cum.”
Elsie blushed, “Yeah, well, you know what I mean. I was pretty revved up again. I still held the dildo in Mallory’s pussy, but I had slowed down my rhythm quite a bit. I just kind of casually pushed it in her, and her natural tightness would squeeze it back out again. Just before it would pop out, I would push it back in again until it couldn’t go any further. Feeling it going in and out of my sister’s body, I was just overcome by this sensation that I just needed to get my pussy fucked again, too.”
“Jesus, Els, you’re so horny,” Brie panted.
“That’s rich, coming from you,” Elsie retorted. She could see Brie’s complexion breaking out into a sweat. “I wanted to keep it going, before my sister came down too far from her cum high and would change her mind, so I leaned into her ear and whispered, ‘I dare you to let me fuck you.’
“This time, she didn’t protest. She turned her face to mine and asked, ‘That sounds fucking hot. How would you do that?’
“‘I have an idea,’ and I leaned back so that my butt was in between her legs. Then I positioned one of her legs so it was on top of mine.”
“You were scissoring?” Brie asked.
“Exactly,” said Elsie, “But Mallory still had the dildo inside her. It was long enough that the other end was sticking out of her, a little less than half way. I moved myself closer to her until the rounded point on the other end was pressed up against my cunny lips, and that’s when Mallory understood what I was getting at.”
“Holy shit,” whispered Brie, her throat dry. “I think I know where this is going, too.”
“It was pretty hot, even if it was a little awkward at first,” said Elsie. “We both started inching toward each other to push the opposite end of the fake cock up into my puss. We were both giggling softly, as it took a bit of doing to make it work and we felt silly bouncing our way closer and closer to each other to get it to go in. It was hard to do it from our angles and the damn thing kept not wanting to go inside me because I guess I’m quite a bit tighter than her. By the time we got it, it fit very snugly in my little kiddie cunt. It was kinda big, but it was already very lubed up with Mal’s girl-cum, and that helped a lot. My head swam at the thought of her pussy juice inside my pussy. I sighed when I felt my insides fill up again, and Mal was enjoying the opposing pressure from her end, each time I pushed on it with my body.
“I could feel the dildo going in almost as deep as it could when our pussies touched. I looked down where we connected and saw our labia locked together. I couldn’t help but giggle and I said, ‘Look, it looks like our privates are kissing.’
‘Mal laughed, too, and said, ‘Wanna make out with our pussies?’ That made me snort, but I nodded with a heady smile.
“I pressed myself up against her and she closed her eyes and did the same thing. Our pussy lips mashed together and I couldn’t even see the sex toy connecting us. There was just a little bit of room inside the two of us that if we squeezed down with our cunny muscles, we could shift the dildo back and forth between our channels. So we worked together in this way for a while, penetrating one another back and forth with the same cock, gasping and moaning quietly. It really felt like I was being fucked by my big sister. We were fucking each other.
“I looked down at our connection and saw the thin, transparent fluid of our incestuous lovemaking seeping out, mixing together, and running down our cracks. Then I scanned up my sister’s body and watched as she undulated against me, her teenage tits bouncing with every thrust against me. It was sexy to see someone I was so close to engaging in the most personal act, lost in the ultimate pleasure, especially knowing that I was the one giving it to her. It was very naughty and extremely hot and we were both red-cheeked and sweaty from the workout and from our sexual tension. She cracked her eyes open and saw me staring at her and blushed even deeper.
“‘You’re really fucking me, Elsie,’ my sister said, panting.
“‘And you’re really fucking me, Mallory.’
“‘Now I can say I’m no longer a virgin. It’s all thanks to you. I can’t believe my little preteen sister is the one who took my virginity. I’m so embarrassed, but also so turned on.’
“‘Do you regret it?’ I asked.
“‘Not at all, Elsie, I’m glad it was you.’
“‘I’ve wanted this since we first started masturbating together,’ I whined.
“‘I didn’t know it then, but I have, too,’ Mal returned. ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since you were seven years old.’
“‘I’m glad we didn’t wait any longer,’ I cried.
“We humped each other faster and faster, trying not to moan out loud, trying not to draw our parents’ attention. I had one hand over my mouth and I moved the other to our kissing cunnies, where I pressed my thumb against Mal’s fat little clitty. Pleasure coursed through her and she bit the back of her hand, then moved her fingers to my clitty, where she returned the favor.
“Soon, the bed springs were squeaking while we were wildly thrashing against each other, whimpering as loudly as we could without attracting attention, flicking our hands rapidly across each others’ underaged slits, and leaking our collective child cum all over Mallory’s sheets.
“‘You’re gonna make me cum,’ I rasped, ‘You’re gonna make me cum, Mal.’
“‘Cum for me, Els!’ she cried.
“And sure enough, I did. And watching me cumming brought her over the edge, too. I tensed up briefly, then squealed aloud as that blissful pleasure once again took hold hold of my body. She followed suit. There was nothing that could hold us back now, and we laid there writhing and sobbing and cumming all over each others’ pussies. We fucked the rubber cock, wildly bouncing off each others’ cunts, our soft pussy flesh slapping wetly. The rims of our incestuous holes frothed with our flooding juices.
“We came down from our orgasmic high gently. Mallory moaned like a porn star and brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting my juices while I lazily continued to circle her clit with mine, coaxing out the last of her orgasm.
“Just then, we heard the floor creak outside our door. I suddenly realized how loud we must have been when we came together and knew that one of our parents was coming to check on us.”
“Oh shit!” Brie rasped.
“The trouble was that we were so tangled up with each other there was nothing we could do to move! I clawed ineffectually for a cover, but the door swung open and there was my dad. ‘Everything alright, girls?’ he said softly. He saw us in the dim light, our naked bodies illuminated by our flashlights, and said, ‘What’s going on in here?’ Then he flicked on the overhead light!
“There we were, his two little girls, naked, pussy-to-pussy in a red-faced, post-orgasmic reverie. ‘What are you two doing?’ he asked in shock. Neither of us could say anything. We were mortified. Finally, he said sternly, ‘Elsie, get to bed. Now.’
“I didn’t have a choice but to move. As I went to get up, I pulled myself away from Mal, and slid off the dildo. I heard Daddy choke when he realized we had actually been sharing a sex toy between us. It slipped out of Mal, too, and she covered up as soon as I left her bed, and I heard her quickly put it back in her nightstand drawer behind me.
“I stalked over to my bed fully naked—with the overhead light on—and crawled in. My dad watched me, fully in the buff, my pussy out and my thighs glistening with my cum, and my sister’s cum, too. What else could I do? Omg, I was so embarrassed! Once I was there, Dad just said, ‘Go to sleep,’ and then turned off the light and closed the door.
“We laid there quietly in the darkness for a long time. I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted to say something. Finally, I said, “I love you, Mallory.’
“‘She just said, ‘You can’t tell anybody about this.’
“I promised her I wouldn’t.”
Brie scoffed, “Nice to see you kept your promise for a whole twelve hours.”
Elsie rolled her eyes. “You know I tell you everything. But it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone else.”
“So what happened after that? Did your dad say anything to you this morning?”
“No, I haven’t heard anything! Daddy was gone in the early morning, before we even got up to get ready for school. I think he left early to go to work or something. And Mom didn’t say anything, so I don’t think he told her what he saw.” Elsie paused and considered. “Well, maybe he told her something, cuz she asked me how my night was, which doesn’t usually happen. But maybe it was nothing.
“And Mallory didn’t say anything to me. She avoided me the whole morning. We crossed paths a couple times, but she wouldn’t look at me. I think she’s really embarrassed by it all.”
“Yeah,” Brie chided, “you’re sisters, after all.”
Elsie scoffed, “Are you embarrassed about your mom touching [i]you[/i]?”
“Kinda,” Brie answered, “I mean, I don’t care if you know, but I really don’t want anyone else to know. Everyone already knows I jilled off in class and rumors are spreading about other things I did this weekend. I would literally die if one more thing got out.”
Just then, the two girls heard a voice cut through the din of the school cafeteria. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the school sluts.”
They turned to look at a dark-haired classmate of theirs, Gretchen Powder, standing by with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
Brie shrank visibly, but Elsie raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” she said.
Gretchen sneered, “My brother said he saw you at the mall yesterday. He said he saw your boobs and your pussies.”
“You’re just jealous that we’ve actually gotten laid and you’re still a virgin,” Elsie shot back.
Gretchen’s face twisted in contempt. “I’m saving myself for my wedding night,” she huffed. She sensed Brie would be the weaker prey, so she turned to her. “And what have you got to say for yourself, slut?”
Brie demurred.
“Fuck off!” exclaimed Elsie. “Leave us alone.”
Gretchen stalked behind Brie, leaned over her, and quietly stated with an evil grin, “Guess what, slut? My brother said he’s going to rape you.” Brie winced.
“That’s it!” shouted Elsie. She sprang from her seat and over the lunch table, claws out. The entire lunchroom quieted and turned to face the commotion. Elsie dove at Gretchen and tore at the girl’s hair and scratched her face. Gretchen shrieked and ducked away. Elsie grabbed her by the shirt, stretching it, the fabric tearing audibly. The child antagonist couldn’t flee far without ripping it completely away and she squealed again, this time wheeling back around and clocking Elsie on the nose with a balled fist.
Elsie staggered backwards and shook out the stars. She shouted, “Wretched Gretchen, you make me retch!”
“Bitch!” the girl cried in return, “I hope you do get raped!”
Elsie shrieked and renewed her assault on her classmate, clobbering her to the ground, scratching her, and pulling at her hair and clothes. The rest of the lunchroom swirled around the two, now hooting and cheering at the girl-on-girl action.
Soon the school principal intervened, wading through the morass of students, and picked Elsie up by her waist, “Don’t touch me!” she cried, flailing at him.
He set her down and gripped the back of her shirt, then leaned down and, offering his hand, pulled Gretchen from the ground. “My office, now,” was all he said, and pushed the two girls toward it. Elsie’s hair was frazzled and her nose ran with blood. It ran over her lips, down her chin, and dotted onto her shirt. She passed by Brie and grinned wildly at her friend, who stared back at her with wide eyes.
“Thank you,” Brie mouthed, tears of admiration welling in her eyes. At that moment, the day had become too much for the third-grader to bear. Between stares and comments from her classmates, her teacher’s lewd blackmail, and the threats and fighting, Brie had had enough. She took her get-out-of-jail-free card and went to the main office to call her dad. He immediately agreed to pick her up.
While she waited, Elsie was eventually released from the principal’s office. She noticed Brie and went up to her right away. “You waited for me?”
Brie chuckled glumly. “Sort of. I called my daddy to take me home. I’ve had it with today.”
“Lucky,” Elsie said.
“How did it go in there?”
“Pretty good. I told him what Gretchen said, and she actually didn’t deny it. She told him we were sluts and we were going to get raped and we were going to hell.”
“God, she’s awful,” Brie said.
“He basically said as much and gave her a week’s detention. She’s still getting an earful about bodily agency in there.”
“Hah, good. And you got off scot-free?”
“No,” Elsie grimaced, “I got a week for fighting.”
“You still have blood on your nose,” Brie pointed out.
Elsie sniffed.
The office assistant interrupted them. “Brie, your father is here. And Elsie, here’s your hall pass. I heard what you did for your friend, so I put a late return time on it, so you can take your time.” She winked.
“Cool!” Elsie said. She turned to Brie, “Alright, see you tomorrow. The halls are calling.” ———
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