My little sister is just the worst.

I don't mean to bitch too much about her, because she's my sweetheart and my sister, my darling and my favorite, my angel and my everything, and I love her -- GOD DAMN, do I love her! -- but seriously: that little slut has gotten me raped more times than I can count, and frankly I'm just sick to death of it.

Mostly, I'm especially sick of Piper making fun of me when I shudder and cum in shrieking waves on some stranger's jetting manhood, her little fingers working at my slick clit, a stream of hot piss from that thick cock of hers washing the tears off my cheeks while she gets my next anonymous rapist hard & ready with her mouth.

And having to clean up every single time, working my tongue along the floor of men's rooms in bus-stations and sex-shops alike to get up every drop of cum that Piper fucks into all of my old cheerleading friends, well, that part is rough, too.

And I hate being handcuffed to the basement radiator, blindfolded and forced to lick sweat from the balls of the men Piper brings home to fuck Mom.

I just can't help but feel ... violated, I guess. Betrayed. Because she knows that the only cock -- the only cum -- I really want is hers. I would do anything for Piper, just to feel her hot breath on me, her fingers wrapped around my thin throat, and my soft cunt parting around her incredible thickness as she tells me she loves me.

But ever since Piper turned twelve, I guess she thinks it's funny to see me get raped.

Life just isn't fair.

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So there we were, me and her and one of her little school-friends, walking home from another boring day of classes. All I could think about was that in less than 9 months, when I turn 16 and Daddy buys me a car, I won't have to trudge all this way.

I mean, I guess we could take the bus home instead, but Piper likes to try to hitch rides downtown after school. And what Piper wants, Piper gets.

Well, okay, fine ... so, I was thinking about turning 16, sure, but also about the feeling of Piper's hand up the back of my skirt, running across my bare cunt & turning my hot kitty all squishy with her fingers, working an expert thumb up my ass as she walked along beside me jabbering about a teacher she throat-fucked at lunch. Cum from a dozen or more guys ran out of me and down her wrist to drip off her forearm, but she didn't seem to mind.

I'm not allowed to wear a bra or panties anymore -- Piper's orders -- and, subsequently, I get fucked a lot at school.

Her thumb slid out of my shit-pipe, and two well-lubricated fingers popped out of my pussy to enter instead. I tried not to shiver too much as goosebumps ran across my skin. I closed my eyes and concentrated on just breathing, and walking, and finally getting home.

People used to say that we looked just like the Fanning sisters -- Dakota & Elle -- until I started developing in a big way. Now they say that we look just like Barbie and Skipper, even though we're only three and a half years apart ... of course, I'm pretty sure that Skipper never tried to fit her whole hand up Barbie's asshole while the two of them walked home from Catholic school.

Of course, they're wrong. I actually think I look like AnnaSophia Robb with bigger tits, and Piper reminds me of Taylor Hardick.

But whatever.

Suddenly, I came to a stop. It's because my ass was yanked to a halt, Piper's fingers hooking me into submission before popping out of me, leaving me feeling all loose and messy.

I turned looked down at her, and slowly realized that she'd asked me a question. My mind was a million miles away. She had that mean-girl smirk on her face, like she had just asked me a question and I was being too stupid and uncool to respond.

Dear God, she's pretty.

"Huh? What?"

Piper rolled her big blue eyes and sighed. "I said, Lala, who do you like in school?"

The cute little girl next to her piped up, eager for attention: "I'll tell you who I like. I'll tell you who I wanna fuck, too. I'll tell you which teachers I would suck off, Piper, and let cum in my cunny or up my butt-hole."

"Shut the fuck up, you fat cunt," was my sister's distracted reply.

I glanced at the girl. She was one of Piper's new conquests, and she wasn't fat. She had big tits, certainly: easily a B-cup on a 11-year-old's frame, with wide hips, but she was small around the waist with long, thin legs. Her big brown eyes started to water, and her pigtails bobbed as she bit her lip.

I feel for you, kid. Lord knows, I feel for you.

Piper casually reached under my skirt and began rubbing my pussy again. "So, Lala, spill. I'm going to get you pregnant one way or the other pretty soon - you might as well tell me who you want the father of your bastard to be."

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE ONLY YOU, ONLY AND ALWAYS ... yes, I almost said it. Right out loud, there in the street with Piper's tiny thumb drumming against my clit under my skirt and another finger starting to crawl back up inside of my darkest, slickest and most-secret hole.

"No ... nobody."

"Damn. Well, can't say I didn't try to make it easy on you." She looked over her shoulder at her friend with an evil grin. "Hey, Lala, did I show you what this cum-guzzling little fuck-socket will do for a length of my cock?"

I tried to stay calm. People were driving past us. "Nuh ... no, Piper."

She grinned at me, that wide and perfect smile sparkling. "Oh, you can do better than that. I can feel you getting all heated-up inside, Lala. You should just say 'No, Piper, don't make her fuck a dog or anything, please, and PLEASE don't make me lick it up afterwards -- that might make me cum!' That really would be MUCH more believable."

The little girl spoke, her voice weak and uncertain: "I'm not going to fuck a dog, Piper."

"I said to shut the fuck up, you fat cunt. You'll goddamn well fuck what I say, when I say it, and we both know it. Alright, Lala: hitch us a ride to the bookstore -- this new little whore of mine needs her asshole stretched out."

I put on my best pleading voice. "No, but ... but Piper, I just want to go home an-"

"What, and sit around moping until Daddy gets home and then beg him to let you suck him off in his study? He won't be home for hours, and there's a better than even chance he'll bring home a date, anyway - meanwhile, you'll just get underfoot of Mom and her baby-shower friends, and the nastiest thing they'll do to you is make you massage their feet and maybe lick them clean after a piss. Boring. Nope. Not gonna happen. You're sucking, minimum, a gallon of semen you of this little girl's asshole this afternoon, and that's all there is to it."

I swallowed hard. "P-p-p-Piper, please, I don- oh, fuck, god - I-I..."

She started working at my ass faster, pushing at my g-spot from inside while pressing harder and harder at my clit. "And I'm getting you pregnant today."

Raising a thumb and fighting back tears, I started trying to flag down a passing motorist while Piper eased another finger up my shitter.

Piper laughed. "Unbutton your top button, Lala. Show these men those big titties of yours."

I did as I was told, and tears started falling.

"That's good. Another button. God damn, you get slick -- here, fresh-meat, come feel how hot and wet my big sister gets when she buys rides with her pussy."

I could feel my whole body shaking as a another little hand began to run across the overheating membranes of my cunt; she slid most of a fist inside without resistance, and more cum from teachers, faculty, staff and students began dribbling down my inner thigh to my knee. My eyes closed, all I could hear was the sound of cars whizzing past, and Piper chuckling. I undid the next button.

"Good girl, Lala. Very good girl. Damn -- here, feel how hard I'm getting."

Without thinking, I reached down and squeezed the massive dick that hung, half-hard, between my sister's legs - it felt like a throbbing thigh at the base, hot and pulsing with vital sexual energy. I gasped a little, just feeling the raw warmth of the magnificent fuck-shaft as I tried -- and failed -- to get my whole hand around it's width through her skirt. Her incredible cock was spilling free, uncoiled from the thin, pink cotton panties that strained to hold her enormity; in a moment, the baseball-sized head of her cunt-ruiner would be drooling torrents of precum where it slapped against her knees.

There was a sting as Piper playfully slapped the back of my hand, and then her fingers pulled out of my gaping asshole. All attention to my nether-region stopped instantly. She tsk-ed at me.

"Silly bitch -- you don't get any of THIS! This is for my girlfriend! Just for that, lose the shirt."

"Oh-oh, n-no, b-but, but Piper, I'm not wear-wearing--"

"Not wearing a bra. I know. So a cop might see you. If you can't get him to rape you, you could wind up getting driven down to the station, and put in holding, and then Daddy will have to pick your slut-ass up -- AGAIN. So you better shake those huge titties and hope a pervert comes along before a fucking cop does, huh?"

My ears burning with humiliation, hot tears turning cold as they dripped off my chin, I began blindly unclasping the last remaining buttons on my thin shirt.

"That's right. Good little slut. Here -- third-grader, suck me off while my whore-sister gets us a ride downtown."

Pulling off my top and feeling my nipples stiffen further, I heard the little girl, as if from far away. "I'm not a third grader any more, Piper! That was last yea-"

There was another light slap, and a light scuffle as the girl was pulled to her knees, and then a gurgling sound as her little mouth filled with cock. "I said to suck, baby-cunt. As for you, Lala - put your hands behind your head and stand up straight. And I don't care if you're crying or not -- smile and wink for the nice child molesters."

I did my best, opening my eyes and faking a smile through my tears; trying to put a sexy sway in my teenage hips as I thumbed down a ride a few blocks from the Catholic school.

Piper was using both hands to impale the sputtering, gagging little girl's face on her still-growing hardness. She spared me smile. "That's right, Lala! Alright, yeah, you look like rape-bait now. Okay, now flip up your skirt and use both hands to show them that fresh-fucked cunt."

I blushed, head to toe. "Oh, no, Piper, I can't! I can't go back to jail! Daddy will kill me!"

Piper laughed, almost a cackle as she rammed her cock in and out of the little girl's face. "Do it, you little bitch! Show these men what they get to fuck -- what they get to use like a whore and drop off in a dirty alley behind a sex-shop! Open up that sloppy pussy with both hands and show these big, strong men the wet, underage slut they get to cum in ... and knock-up!"

Breathing hard, my ears on fire and with droplets of sweat standing out on every inch of my skin, I reached down with both hands and began to work beneath my skirt at the searing, dripping edges of my abused fuck-hole.

A car finally stopped. Oh, thank god.

A window rolled down, and an older man looked me in the eye with a grin on his face. "You girls need a ride?"

I couldn't talk. I was frozen. Stuck there, tits heaving, my hips thrust forward and my skirt barely covering the display of two hands half-rammed into myself, mouth hanging open with a thin line of drool running down my formidable cleavage.

"Sure do, mister! Thanks!" Piper pulled her gigantic cock from the sputtering mouth of her friend with a sickening pop; the little girl fell to her hands and knees, visibly pale from the experience. "You sit up front, Lala, and we'll sit in the back -- come on, Cassie! Don't be so silly!"

Ah. The little girl's name was Cassie.

I helped her to her feet, and our eyes met for just long enough to share a deep emotional bond.

Yep.

We understood one another, as only a pair of addicts can.

I got in the passenger's side. And then we were off.