Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2024 22:50:12 +0000
Subject: Bratty Little Sister (Chapter 2) (Lesbian/Incest)
Bratty Little Sister (Chapter 2)
Disclaimer: This is a true story detailing past sexual events between my
sister and me. If such stories are illegal in your jurisdiction, stop
reading immediately. Otherwise, we hope you enjoy! -Nifty Sisters
Authors' Note: The little brat has turned 15 and we finally had some time
to write another quick chapter about our experiences. This one will be
separated into two parts: first, to give more insight into Emily's
personality, her encounter with a rude salesman who made the mistake of
coming to our door; followed by our second sexual experience together after
what happened in the first chapter. As always, Nifty is awesome and could
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January 2024
The doorbell rang. It was a Saturday, so our dad was home from work like
usual, except at this exact moment, he happened to have just started taking
a shower.
"I got it!", Emily yelled at me as she hustled over to the door while I was
sitting at the desk nearby on the computer editing the first chapter of our
fictional novel. After peeking through the peephole, Emily flung the door
open exuberantly in a way that is not atypical of the way a 14-year-old
would and said confidently, "Hi!"
I had a moment to observe this individual through the window from my
vantage point at the computer. He looked like a typical, cocky, slimy
salesman. My first thought was curiosity as to why Emily would have
answered the door to him in the first place.
"Well, hello there little lady, is your mommy or daddy home?", the salesman
asked very condescendingly.
Instinctively, I placed my hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter,
because I could only imagine the storm that was coming. Emily noticed my
movement and briefly glanced over at me, prompting the snake of a salesman
to actually attempt to peer inside our house, asking, "Is that your mommy
or daddy? Hello?"
Emily took a step forward, effectively blocking his path and pushing him
backwards, looked him directly in the eyes, and said coldly, "I'm 14, not
5. What are you selling?"
Her reply and movement seemed to catch him slightly off guard and he
hesitated for a moment before replying with extra sarcasm, "Well now,
that's for your mommy or daddy to worry about, sweetheart."
He clearly didn't appreciate being challenged. Emily's hazel-eyed gaze left
his eyes briefly to inspect a name badge on his polo shirt before once
again locking with his eyes.
"My mom is dead, my dad is in the shower, and I can tell you right now that
he has no interest in your solar panels, so how about you get the hell off
my porch?", Emily responded with an abundance of teenage attitude and a
cold stare.
At this point, it was taking a ton of effort for me to not to bust out
laughing. I wished I could have seen his face at that moment from my
vantage point. Unfortunately for him, he didn't leave and decided to engage
her further.
"That's not a very nice way to speak to your elders, little girl. I'm sure
you wouldn't want people thinking that you are a bitch now", he replied
snarkily and condescendingly, putting extra emphasis on "little girl" and
"bitch".
I stopped internally giggling and my jaw dropped when I heard his
response. As I was about to jump up to walk over to the door and give him a
piece of my mind, without looking in my direction, Emily raised up a single
fingertip towards me out of his periphery, essentially telling me not to
intervene. Emily then exaggerated a fake smile to him while simultaneously
pulling her phone out of her back pocket, starting to record video with it,
and then pointing it in his face.
"What are you doing?", he asked, sounding slightly rattled.
Emily responded cheerily, "I'm recording video! So I have proof that I told
you to get off my property and you refusing to do so. Further, you were
even so inclined to tell me that I'm a bitch when I asked you to leave!"
Watching out the window, I observed him starting to back away from the door
at this point. Emily walked outside and towards him as he continued
retreating backwards from the house. At this point, I jumped up and ran
over to the front door so I could still hear and observe. Still backing
away, he started to stutter some sort of response to her but she
interrupted him before he could finish.
"I'm sure a nice Texas BOY like you is aware of how gun laws in this state
work when it comes to personal property defense. Especially when harassing
a LITTLE GIRL", she yelled after him quite loudly as he flipped around and
was walking hurriedly down our driveway.
She followed him as far as the end of our driveway, still recording the
entire time, and as he was attempting to unlock his truck to get back in
it, she even more loudly yelled at him, "I have your face, your name, and
your vehicle, BRO. You better not come around here again, MOTHERFUCKER!"
She actually screamed the last word at him at the top of her lungs. It was
so loud that it startled me even from a distance, and I expected neighbors
to come outside to see what was happening. Watching the video later, it was
apparent that she startled him too, which is hilarious considering he was
twice her size. However, she has quite a set of pipes on her, was at
maximum volume, and genuinely sounded completely unhinged. He finally made
it back inside his truck and once the door closed, she turned around and
calmly walked back towards the house. As she approached the front door, I
noticed she had a massive grin on her face.
"Damn Emily, you're lucky dad's in the shower", I said to her incredulously
as she was coming through the door.
She replied, "He's lucky he was, otherwise he'd be stuck listening to that
grease head for an hour. At least he won't come back now."
"Yeah, you saw to that alright!", I said while shaking my head.
"Well? He needed to see that I'm cray cray", she replied with a sweet
smile, prompting me to bust out laughing, with her joining almost
immediately.
Eventually our dad wandered back downstairs after his shower and asked if
someone was here because he thought he heard the doorbell and some "noise".
Before I could answer, Emily jumped in and responded, "Yeah! Someone had
the wrong house."
"Oh, OK", dad said without a care in the world before disappearing into the
kitchen.
The interesting thing is that Emily has had plenty of pleasant interactions
with other salespersons. This one's mistake was his condescending attitude
which put him in the path of her wrath. At least she didn't need to get
physical with him, because she would have, and has before when the
situation has called for it. The little brat doesn't take anything from
anyone, regardless of who they are. Maybe we will share other stories of
her wrath in the future if people are interested. And no, he never came
back.
---
Summer 2021
Things weren't the same after 11-year-old Emily helped give 18-year-old me
the weirdest, but surprisingly best orgasm of my life with her little
fingertips tickling my nipples and her smelly toes wrapped around my nose
at the same time. Unfortunately, that first event occurred on a Friday not
long before our dad came home from work. With him being around all weekend,
we didn't have a chance to talk about what happened, and that was probably
a good thing considering how still shocked and embarrassed I was, not to
mention the overarching feeling of guilt.
I couldn't stop thinking about it, despite trying to fight the internal
battle to resist. And whenever I failed, which was often, my reward was
damp panties. Apparently, I needed more, and the mere recollection of what
she did to me literally got my juices flowing.
I didn't know at the time, but Emily was aware of my struggle, and being
the natural tease she is, went out of her way to torment me. For example,
while having lunch, she would sit across from me at the table purposefully
so she could place the bottoms of her bare feet on top of mine. The
sensation immediately took me back to what happened, and she mercilessly
would slide her soft soles back and forth, causing me to melt in my panties
while trying to have lunch, with our dad sitting right next to us and
completely oblivious. And her gaze while performing this act... I still
don't know how a hint of an evil grin across the face of an 11-year-old
stoked an inferno between my legs, but it never fails, even to this day.
She also made it a point to tell me several times that weekend how she was
still wearing the same pair of socks whenever going outside, for so many
days in a row now. "I know you want to smell them so bad", she would say to
me confidently when dad was out of hearing range, and then walk away before
giving me a chance to respond. Her words sent shivers up my spine and no
matter how hard I tried to fight it, they would get to me. So, it's not
just her looks and expressions, but also her words and tone of voice that
go straight between my legs.
I was filled with a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety when Monday
finally came and our dad left for work, leaving us alone together for the
first time since the events of Friday. I didn't know what to expect, what
would happen, and worst of all, if I would be able to stop myself if she
started teasing me. I had been attempting to mentally prepare my resistance
and would play out scenarios in my mind and think of responses so I could
hopefully avoid a repeat occurrence of her breaking my resolve. To my
surprise, she acted completely normal and as if nothing that happened on
Friday or over the weekend even occurred. I was scared to approach the
topic, so I didn't bring it up over breakfast. We chitchatted completely
normally and she reminded me that she had preexisting plans to play soccer
with one of her friends at 10 o'clock and that she would be back around
noon. While she did sit across from me, she made no effort to tease me
under the table as she had done over the weekend. I was honestly so
confused, but I told myself that this was a good thing that she wasn't
trying to tease me.
While she was getting ready to leave, one of the last things she did was
put her shoes on, and I observed her picking up the very ripe pair of long,
yellow soccer socks which she had been wearing for close to a week now and
pulling them over her silky smooth feet and up her legs. She glanced upward
quickly and caught me involuntarily observing, but I reactively shifted my
gaze once she busted me. I expected her to say something, but again to my
surprise, she didn't. I'm pretty sure that I saw a hint of a smirk on her
face, however. When finished, she hugged me and walked out the front door.
Even the quick embrace from our hug left me feeling butterflies in the pit
of my stomach. I pinched myself, thinking "What in the world is wrong with
you? You need to STOP thinking about this! You can't do something like this
with your SISTER ever again!" Even though I didn't want to admit it, I was
lying to myself. I was trying to shove my feelings away. Feelings of
disappointment that she hadn't teased me, and that I was sad to see her
leave. While I could mentally lie to myself about these things, my body
still told the true story which was reflected by the gooey mess in my
panties that I discovered not long after she left. I told myself that I was
just horny generally and that it wasn't because of her.
After what seemed like the longest two hours of my life, the front door
opened and Emily appeared, looking rather drenched with sweat.
"I'm baaaaaaaaack!", she called out cheerily with a grin, followed by, "Did
you miss me?"
Before I could answer, a slight smirk appeared on her face and she added,
"That's a silly question; I know you missed me! Whew, it's like SO hot
today... I'm drenched!"
She looked down at herself and I joined her absent-mindedly, observing the
sweat spots on her shirt and the overall glistening of her visible
skin. She wasn't kidding, Texas summers are hot and humid, and two hours
running around playing soccer is no joke in that kind of weather.
Four days ago, I would have laughed and told the stinky girl to go jump in
the shower. Today, her appearance was mesmerizing in some odd way that I
couldn't put my finger on. My eyes caught the tops of her yellow socks just
below her knees and I followed them down to her shoes which she was still
wearing. A flash went through my mind instantly from Friday, of how her
damp sock bottoms felt against my hands as I touched them for the first
time. I was overcome with an involuntary squirm. I quickly looked back up
to see if she had observed any of this, and she had... the look. The look
in her eyes that makes me weak. Weak in the knees, weak mentally, weak to
the point of being putty in her hands to do what she wants with. She said
nothing but had the same look frozen on her face, a hint of a devious smile
in the corner of her mouth, and my heart was racing in my chest as she
slowly and silently walked up to me without breaking her gaze for a
second. Her bright, hazel eyes with naturally long eyelashes pierced
through my body like red hot daggers burning through the center of my
soul. A soft whimper involuntarily escaped my lips, but I was so entranced
that I continued to be frozen in place, watching her approach closer. As
she did, I observed tiny droplets of sweat across the smooth skin of her
forehead and face, and on her upper lip above her smooth and plump red
lips. Her slow saunter towards me felt like it took days even though it was
mere seconds. When she was finally a step away from me, I couldn't look
away from her eyes even if I wanted to. She hadn't released me. In an
instant, I could feel and see in her eyes that she had some very specific
intentions for me. And in that moment, still frozen in place, I wanted to
give myself to her. Anything she wanted. I wanted her to have her way with
me even though my mind was screaming at me to stop looking and run
away. She blinked, and in the most smooth and seductive voice ever,
uttered, "Hi, Erica". Her soft-spoken, simple words escaping from her
smooth little lips combined with her ongoing look hit me as hard as if I
jumped in front of a freight train. My knees even buckled slightly. And
trust me dear readers, I do my best to convey the feelings and emotions
Emily can create in a person, but I assure you, despite my best efforts
here, my words do not do her justice, by far.
My heart was racing and I felt dampness escaping from in between my legs
and into my panties. It was a strange mix of heightened anxiety combined
with a strange comfort in knowing that she had me. I was so dazed that all
I could finally manage to respond after some awkward silence was "hi".
Still looking into my eyes, a slight smile became visible on her face, and
she added softly, "I have something for you."
My lower lip trembled and I throbbed in between my legs as my brain started
to process her words and the continued seductive, yet controlling look she
was shooting me. The smell of her sweat finally wafted its way to my
nostrils and I experienced another sharp throb in between my legs, my mouth
parting slightly from the surprise of my body's reaction to this.
"You smell me, I smell you", Emily softly stated.
"Wha...?", I mumbled, still somewhat dazed and trailing off slightly.
For the first time, her gaze broke with mine and I was able to free myself
from her trance. Still watching her, however, she looked downward at the
jean shorts I was wearing and then back up into my eyes.
"I can smell you", she replied with a small giggle and continued, "It seems
like you are ready for me already."
My face surely went beet red as I felt my cheeks spontaneously combust from
embarrassment as I realized that the inferno in between my legs at that
moment was not a secret to her.
"Follow me", she commanded, and promptly turned around and started walking
upstairs, her braided ponytail snapping behind her head from her quick
movement.
I vaguely reminisced about some thoughts I could have sworn I had earlier,
about trying to mentally prepare some kind of resistance to her. Oh well, I
can't really remember. Maybe I was dreaming. Or was I dreaming now as I
followed her up the stairs, admiring the smooth backs of her legs, the
parts of them that I could see at least, along with her bubble butt
bouncing slightly as she climbed each step with me obediently following?
The only thing which was clear in my continued daze was the sensation of my
moist panties sticking to and rubbing against my perfectly shaved mound as
I ascended each step.
She led me into her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed with her legs
dangling off the side. She looked into my eyes, down at her shoes, and then
back into my eyes. Obediently, I kneeled down in front of her and first
unlaced both shoes and then popped each one off of her feet which were
still trapped in the long yellow socks. The smell instantly hit my nose and
while it was terribly strong, another fresh rush of wetness escaped into my
panties as the feelings from Friday presented themselves in my conscious
thoughts. I was only distracted by Emily pushing down on the bed with both
of her arms at her sides and scooting herself backwards, elevating her legs
until only her feet were hanging off the edge of the bed. Again, she looked
into my eyes, then at her feet, and then back into my eyes.
I didn't hesitate. I couldn't even if I had wanted to. She held her ankles
together so both feet were touching and my face immediately touched the
bottoms of her damp, sweaty socks as I inhaled like I had just been
drowning, getting my little sister's stink all over my face as it rubbed
around on her wet socks, savoring every second. How the hell is this even a
thing? To this day, I can't describe how she made me like this, and to
completely and utterly melt from something which I previously thought was
the grossest thing ever. Every second I spent doing this was another second
of my pussy getting hotter and wetter.
"OK, that's enough", her voice startled me.
I looked up at her without words and she brought her feet in from the edge
of the bed and sat cross legged.
"Stand up, and get naked from the waist down", she commanded.
I blinked and looked at her face. I had a quick instant of hesitation, and
she immediately noticed and her eyes narrowed. Her look was the equivalent
of her telling me that she wasn't going to tell me twice. Obediently, I
stood up, unbuttoned my jean shorts which by now were visibly wet on the
outside, and slid them together with my panties down to my ankles, before
stepping out of them. The smell of my own burning pussy hit my nose and I
felt myself blush slightly at this observation. Emily watched this whole
process intently, and simultaneously was peeling her long socks down each
leg while staring in between mine with a little smile.
Once Emily had both her socks off, she returned to her previous position of
having both her legs stretched out in front of her, with her ankles and
feet hanging off the edge of the bed. My gaze caught her rubbery smooth
looking soles, the smell of them intensified, and I felt a drip starting to
go down one of my thighs.
"You want to do bad things to your little sister's pretty feet, don't
you?", Emily asked seductively, her words once again hitting me like a
freight train, on several levels.
She was making it a point to drive the taboo nature of what we were doing
to the forefront of my brain. She was a merciless tease then and still is
to this day. My lower lip trembled and I couldn't find any words in that
moment to say back to her. Her eyes lowered from mine and went in between
my legs.
"You're such a big mess. Is it my stinky feet that did that?", she asked as
if she were almost making fun of me. I nodded in response, feeling my
cheeks starting to flush again.
"The bottoms of my feet must be so extra smooth from the sweat right now
too. How do you think that would feel against your messy place?", she
asked.
My eyes widened and I whimpered involuntarily as my imagination quickly
connected the dots of her idea and caused another massive throb in between
my legs. At that moment, Emily flipped over onto her stomach, spread her
legs slightly apart, and scooted herself backwards far enough so her feet
up to just below her knees were hanging off the edge of the bed. She then
bent one knee so her right foot was up in the air, and her left sole was
now face up a few steps in front of me. She then started wiggling and
curling her toes on her left foot.
"Come make a mess on your little sister's foot, Erica", Emily said quietly,
still facing away from me.
The anticipation and throbbing in between my legs in that moment was unlike
anything I had ever experienced. I knew that what I wanted to do to my
sister was so unbelievably wrong, but the inferno was not taking no for an
answer, and was dripping more and more down my leg by this point. She knew
very well how badly I wanted her and enjoyed every second of teasing me
about it. I could only watch her curl her toes so many times before I
couldn't take it anymore and took three steps forward so I was standing
over her sole. She didn't waste any time raising her leg up and connecting
the smooth bottom of her foot against my burning pussy. She pushed her
right leg backwards slightly in the air and tried to align it with my face,
which it found quickly as I leaned forward a little.
I started gliding back and forth across her seemingly impossibly smooth
sole and toes and quickly found a rhythm, basically sliding the length
between her toes and the top of her heel. I had never envisioned what
something like this would feel like since it's admittedly quite strange,
but it was indescribably wonderful. Her stinky toes on her right foot found
my nose while I immediately soaked her left foot which I continued sliding
my pussy and clit against. When my clit was aligned with her toes, she
would wiggle them or try to flick it gently with them, sending me waves of
pleasure which were typically expressed by moaning into the bottom of her
right foot or continuing to further soak her left foot with my endless
burning pussy juices.
It wasn't even two minutes before I knew I was going to massively cum from
doing this to my little sister. I was breathing incredibly hard and
dripping sweat across my entire body from the sexual euphoria I was
experiencing. My pussy was desperate to cum so badly from those stinky,
slippery little toes which were doing the most magical things to me. It was
coming, and every little flick and rub was becoming more and more
heavenly. One little stroke away from unleashing all my girl cum onto my
sister and... her foot lowered. And while stunned from this realization,
she pulled her other foot away from my face and out of my grip.
I screamed. I had no words or other way to express what I was feeling in
that moment. I was finally hit with the realization that she knew when I
was right there, a second away from what I needed more than anything in the
world. How does an 11-year-old know that?!
She turned her head to the side so I could see part of it and I was ready
to kill her for the evil grin she was shooting me combined with my intense
sexual frustration.
"Poor Erica, did you want more of that?", she taunted in a singsong voice.
I was still at a loss for words and my jaw simply hung open. She pulled her
foot out from in between my legs, raised it in the air so it was next to
her right foot, and twisted her head around to look at it. It was quite a
sight, to be honest. It was completely slick and covered in my goo. Little
strings and blobs covered her entire sole and were in between her toes and
dripping off the ends of them.
"Look at that mess you made. Well, you made a mess and you're going to
clean it up", she broke the silence with.
"What?!", I snapped back angrily, finally able to express a question.
The evil giggle she released is still crystal clear in my mind to this
day. I've heard it plenty of times after this occurrence, of course, but
this one is permanently burned into my brain.
"After you relax for a minute, you're going to get to work on that!", she
replied.
The little brat actually set a timer on her phone for a minute while I
stood there staring at her legs and feet making little circles in the
air. After the timer went off, she lowered her right leg downwards so it
was now hanging off the edge of the bed. Since I was still cognitively in a
daze for obvious reasons, it wasn't until this moment that I gleaned what
she meant by her statement. Her left foot which was still dripping globs of
my burning pussy was left in the air and she was wiggling and curling her
toes on her right foot which was now in front of me. Since my face had
basically been rubbing against one of her feet the entire time I was
sliding on the other one, she now wanted to see my own burning pussy spread
all over my face. As frustrated as I was with her for stopping when I was
so close to having a massive orgasm, admittedly this thought was strangely
hot to me, enough for the throbbing to intensify again and feel new wetness
emerging. The other thrill which I was trying not to think about, was
wondering if her own little pussy was burning from doing this to me. I
learned later that it indeed was.
I was still desperate for release so I obeyed. She made a point to rub her
toes and sole all over my face as much as she could when it was within
reach to her. Her right sole lifted up in between my legs at the same time
and started delivering intense, unbelievable pleasure to my throbbing
clit. Involuntarily moans started coming out of my mouth as her dry sole
and toes were quickly getting soaked with a fresh coat of my pleasure
juices. These same juices and gobs of ooze and strings now covered my chin,
lips, nose, and cheeks. My involuntary moans resulted in my mouth opening,
so it wasn't long before I started tasting my own pussy off of her little
foot. The smell of my burning pussy combined with her feet stink also took
me by surprise in how unbelievably hot it started to make me the longer my
face was making contact. It wasn't long before I was getting close again,
each rub and stroke in between my legs over my labia and clit sending me
higher and higher. I was getting nastier and dirtier, desperately needing
sexual release, to the point that I started actually kissing and licking my
pussy juices off of her sole, and even sucking it off the ends of her
toes. The taste of her feet stink and my burning pussy was nothing short of
amazing, and I was about to unleash a massive flood on the sole sliding
against me. I was going to cum from my little sister's stinky feet, once
again, bucking my hips wildly as I was essentially fucking her amazing
little foot. And one stroke from her heel down to her toes away from
releasing, her foot lowered again.
I don't remember what kind of noise escaped my lips at that moment, but she
describes it as "inhuman". I do remember her pulling her feet away and
keeping them near her butt while starting the timer again. When I could
finally compose sentences, I screamed at her.
"WHAT THE FUCK EMILY!", I snapped, which was out of character for me, as
I'm not one that typically curses.
She turned around and shot me an evil grin, although evil is quite the
understatement in this instance. She was enjoying every second of my
torment and torture. It was only now that she revealed what her plan was
for me, regarding all of this.
"That was number two. When you get to ten, I won't stop. If you don't go
all the way to 10 with me right now, you will never get these again", she
explained while wiggling her toes at me.
Yes, the little brat was intending to edge me 9 times in a row and only let
me cum on the 10th round. And each time, swapping feet so I'm always
getting my own fresh pussy added to the crusty mess which was completely
covering my face. It's difficult to put into words how desperate to cum I
already was at this point, so I whimpered and whined when I imagined going
through this another 8 times. I was already about ready to lose my mind, so
I had no idea how I was going to handle more of this, each time undoubtedly
becoming more intense because of the edging.
Once the timer went off, she silenced it and put her left foot back down
and left the freshly-slippery right one in the air. I knew it was going to
be horrible, but I knew what I needed more than anything else and wanted my
little sister to give it to me. I took a few steps forward and let her
magical little foot start working on my aching pussy again, while savoring
my own burning pussy juices off of her other foot.
After what felt like an eternity of both pleasure and frustration, I was
finally on the 10th round. I was a whimpering mess by this point, and I was
hardly able to stand because my legs and knees were shaking so hard not
only from the positioning, but also my sheer desperation. Thankfully, each
round took less time to get me to the point of almost-orgasm, but the
minute cooldown in between each round was still complete hell. Her verbal
taunts continued of course, telling me what a dirty big sister I am, to
look at what I did to my little sister's pretty little feet, making fun of
me for wanting her stinky feet, and things along those lines. Honestly,
it's embarrassing to talk about when I'm not in that frame of mind, but
during is another story. I don't quite understand it, but her taunts get me
extremely hot sometimes, especially if she says them right when I'm about
to cum. In this instance, something she said finally pushed me over the
edge.
"You're getting close again. Are you ready for it this time? Is horny big
sister ready to cum? Hurry up and do it already because I want to suck your
dirty cum off of my stinky toes", she said.
I literally screamed into the bottom of her slippery foot as my tongue was
licking my pussy off of it when my earth-shattering orgasm began. She
positioned her toes right over my clit and started wiggling them back and
forth as soon as it started, heightening my orgasm to a whole other
level. I felt gobs and gobs of my juices squirting out of me which she
resumed sliding her foot against, especially her toes. I bucked my hips
wildly and was holding onto her foot in the air to stabilize myself as much
as possible. I thrashed around, cumming on her foot for probably half a
minute before the waves finally started to subside. Once they did, I lost
my balance and fell over backwards on my butt which hurt a little, but I
was in such a deep state of euphoria that I hardly noticed at that
moment. Emily let out a giggle when she saw this, of course, and flipped
herself around so she was sitting upright on the bed with her legs straight
out in front of her, both soles still facing me and hanging off the edge of
the bed. My pussy juices and stringy globs were dripping down her right
foot from her toes all the way to her heel and from there, dangling
downwards towards the carpet. Once my gaze met hers, she lifted up her
right leg and bent it so her foot was next to her face. Luckily for her,
she is very flexible. I watched in awe as she maintained eye contact with
me the entire time she slipped every single toe into her mouth, cleaning my
pussy off them. After, she licked all along the rest of her sole, spending
quite a while doing so, while I was trapped watching her do this, almost
mesmerized again. She slid her fingers under her heel to catch the strings
hanging downward, connecting them to her fingers instead, which she
promptly then inserted into her mouth and cleaned off. I wasn't prepared
for the effect this would have on me, watching my 11-year-old sister clean
my cum off of her perfect little foot. I had just had a massive orgasm and
I still felt more throbbing in between my legs.
"Do... you like it?", I surprised myself by managing to ask her, not
entirely knowing where the words came from.
"Yeah, you are yummy", she replied, her simple words making my whole body
shiver with the realization that my little sister not only just tasted her
big sister's pussy, but liked it too.
Emily scooted forward to the edge of the bed and climbed down and came and
sat next to where I was now sitting cross-legged on the floor. She leaned
her head over onto my shoulder and I could smell the sweat on her scalp.
"Did you like it?", she asked softly.
I thought carefully for a moment about how to answer that question. So many
emotions and feelings were coursing through my brain, and some semblance of
logic was beginning to return as well. This was the second time we crossed
a crazy taboo line, and it was even "worse" this time. I leaned my head
over and rested it on top of hers.
"Emily, you're smart. You always have been. Probably actually a legit
genius. You know as well as I do that sisters shouldn't be doing this
together. But honestly, there is no way I can say I didn't like it", I
answered.
She wrapped her arms around me and I returned her embrace, our heads still
resting on one another's.
"Good... I liked it too", she replied.
We sat and embraced for a few minutes in what I would call a bonding moment
for us. Society tells us that things are wrong, but there has to be
exceptions. Some things just happen naturally and with no ill intentions,
and such things shouldn't be shamed, at least we think. Our bond only
continued to grow as we shared more and more adventures with each other,
and occasionally with other people as well.
On a more comical note, I will end the story of our second encounter
together with some well-learned knowledge. Once we collected ourselves
after a while, we did not have a great time scrubbing the carpet in her
room to clean up my ample pussy drippings which ended up getting just about
everywhere. We learned going forward from this time that towels, and lots
of them, are very necessary! This is probably true for most girls, but
especially for ones like us who make incredibly excessive messes when we
get going. And finally, my face in the mirror when I first saw it was
priceless. It looked like someone dumped a bag of flour on my face. The
little brat did quite a good job, after all.
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