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From: Diola Dragontail <dioladragontail@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 4) [Asian, f/g, Incest, Toy, Consent]
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Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 03:10:04 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

Chapter 4: Midnight Snack

Bare feet tiptoed across the carpet, moving slowly to
keep from making any noise. With practiced ease the
toes avoided the squeaky spot in the floorboards. In
the darkened house even the slightest sound seemed
like the grumble of thunder. One careless step and
someone would be sure to wake up and investigate. 

The feet stopped at the top of the stairs. A hand
gripped the railing tight and a hip leaned heavily
against it. The stairs always creaked and groaned, but
there were ways around that too. 

There was a trick she had learned that she didn't tell
anyone else about. If she leaned just right and held
herself up against the railing, then she could get
down the stairs and not make a single noise. 

She smiled proudly to herself when she reached the
bottom of the stairs. She stuck her tongue out at the
darkness upstairs. Not a single light had gone on, a
sure sign that she hadn't woken anyone. 

She walked normally down the hall now, heedless of the
occasional groans of the floor beneath her. She wasn't
worried about waking anyone now. None of these noises
were even close to being loud enough to wake them
upstairs. 

The kitchen floor felt reassuringly soothing, the cold
tile waking up her toes. She stretched to open one of
the cabinet doors and peered inside. The room was lit
by a mixture of moonlight and streetlight that slipped
in around the window shade, but it was enough to see
by. She never turned on the light, she was sure that
somehow the extra light would wake everyone in the
house. 

She stretched a little more and hooked the handle of
her favorite glass. She pulled the old, dingy, use to
be white mug carefully off the shelf. 

At one time the mug was her mom's favorite. This same
mug with the same bluish winged horse in flight on it.
She remembered watching her mom drink from it every
morning, just before she left for work. 

She couldn't believe it when her mom said she was
going to throw it away. How could she want to do that
after all of these years? Just throw it away? That's
when she decided she'd keep it. And from then on, not
a day passed that she didn't use it at least once. 

She traced the familiar design with her finger and
shook her head. Adults were silly. Just forgetting
about why something was important before. Just to get
a new one. 

She closed the cabinet door and walked to the
refrigerator. She pulled the door open slowly, being
careful to make sure that nothing unexpectedly came
tumbling out. She took the carton of milk from the
shelf on the inside of the door and took it to the
kitchen table. 

She poured some milk into her mug and then sat down at
the table to drink it. Absently looking around the
room as she sipped it. Shadows danced across the walls
of the kitchen, but they didn't scare her. She watched
how the shadow patterns of the trees and the power
lines and everything else seemed to meld together,
decorating the walls with a patchwork of light and
dark. 

She found her eyes drawn to the basement door and the
dull glow of light sneaking around it. She hopped out
of her seat and slipped over to the door, she could
hear the faint murmur of talking through it. 

She turned the knob very slowly, as slow as she could
manage, and opened the door just a sliver. She peeked
through the crack and saw the light from downstairs.
She opened the door just enough to slip through and
carefully tiptoed down the stairs. 

The basement always had a weird smile. It smelled
like.... Well, like wet grandma. The way grandma use
to smell when she came out of the shower. Kind of
clean, but kind of musty, but all around comforting.
The kind of smell you just wanted to wrap around
yourself like a big heavy cover. 

As she tiptoed down the stairs, she spied the source
of the light, the gap just underneath Kat's bedroom
door. She could hear Kat talking, but still couldn't
make out the words. 

Curiosity got the better of her, sending her to tip
toe to the door and press her ear to it, just under
the "Keep Out" sign. 

===== 

"I'm telling you, it's like the fucking twilight zone
here." Kat laid on her back on her bed, her head
dangling over the edge, her legs pointing straight up
towards the ceiling. 

"I don't know what the hell is going on." She repeated
into the telephone receiver. "I'm seriously thinking
about checking all the closets for those body snatcher
pods." 

Kat used her free hand to scratch the top of her head
as her conversation partner replied. She wasn't really
listening to the words though. 

"I know, she's always been weird. But tonight she was
actually nice." Kat said incredulously. "She didn't
even give me the usual riot when I was late for
dinner. I'm telling you, it's fucking scary." 

Kat stifled a yawn as she listened to the reply from
the other end of the phone. She went to say something,
but was distracted by the faint sound of a knock at
her door. 

"Umm. Someone's at the door. It's probably the pod
people come to brainwash me. Got to go. " Without
waiting for a reply, Kat quickly hung up the phone and
rolled over to look at the door. 

"Come in." She said through gritted teeth, preparing
herself for the worst. She knew her mom's good mood
couldn't last and this was probably it. 

"I was just going to sleep." She added, as an after
thought. To try and circumvent the argument she
imagined in her head. 

The door popped open slightly and Angela peeked her
head in, "Catherine?" 

A wave of relief flooded across Kat's mind at seeing
her nocturnal visitor. 

"What are you doing up?" Kat asked. She didn't mind
Angela's distraction, she was a far cry from the
argument she thought was looming on the horizon. 

"Couldn't sleep." Was all the little head offered as a
reason. Her eyes moving slowly around the forbidden
zone that was Kat's bedroom. 

"You can come in, you know." Kat said nonchalantly as
she rolled back over onto her back. 

"I can?" Angela blinked in surprise. In her entire
life she could only remember being in Kat's room a
half dozen times at most. 

"Sure. Just don't tell mom, she already thinks I'm a
bad influence on you." Kat's hands fished around under
the bed, trying to locate the errant remote. 

Angela wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but it
seemed like an easy deal to agree to. She pushed the
door open a few inches more, just enough to slip
inside. Her eyes continued to scour the unfamiliar
territory of the room. 

Kat was wearing an old pink t-shirt from the family
trip to Disneyworld a few years ago, but Tinkerbelle
had long since faded away from it. It wasn't even long
enough to cover her belly, so it didn't hide her
bright orange panties either. 

Angela recognized the nightclothes as the same ones
that she'd seen Mom yell at Kat for wearing around the
house. 

"You have a TV?" Angela almost shouted in awe as the
small set started to glow in the corner of the room.
She couldn't imagine having one of her own. Dad always
said the one in the living room was plenty. 

Kat glanced over at her sister and nodded, "Umhm." 

Angela thought about asking how Kat managed to get it,
but decided not to. That would just make her sound
like a little kid. And she didn't want Kat to send her
out of the room now. 

"There's usually nothing on." To Angela's
astonishment, Kat was dismissing the TV as nothing
special. She just kept rapid fire flipping through the
channels.

Angela walked across the room, carefully stepping
around the discarded clothing, CD cases, books and
other odds and ends that littered the floor. She sat
on the edge of Kat's bed, sipping her milk slowly,
entranced by the splendor of the box. 

Kat's quick fingers paused for a moment, letting an
exercise infomercial dwell on the screen for a few
moments. Muscular men flexed in front of some bizarre
apparatus that promised to fix all your life's
problems in just thirty days. The rippling, oiled
muscles brought thoughts to both of the sister's
minds, but not entirely the same ideas. 

Kat's imagination filled itself with oiled men
satisfying her every whim while she reclined on a bed
of overly fluffed pillows. Exotic smells of incense
filled the air. A warm desert breeze gently blew
through the hanging drapes. The tent lit by the slowly
setting... 

"Have you ever done it?" Angela asked, her eyes still
staring at the television. 

Kat's eyes went wide as her mind was jarred out of its
fantasy world. She glanced at her sister and blinked a
few times, trying to sort out if she actually heard
what she thought she heard. 

At not hearing an answer from her sister, Angela
looked at Kat and added. "You know, fuck? Have you
ever fucked?" 

Kat's throat convulsed in surprise almost gagging.
"Uh, no." Was her automatic reply. "What do you know
about that anyway?" 

Angela smiled proudly, all of a sudden feeling quite a
bit more experienced than her older sister. "Well I
have." 

Kat blinked at her little sister in dumb founded
shocked. Her mind reeled as she tried to find a way to
reply to this unexpected conversation. 

"You have not." It was the only thing Kat could muster
as a reply. 

Angela casually went back to watching television,
confident in her knowledge. "Umhm. Have so." She took
another sip of her milk as the television started to
entrance her again. 

Kat glanced around the room as she tried to sort out
her thoughts. "Alright smart ass." She challenged, "If
you did, then who did you do it with?" 

"Dad." Angela replied, quite proudly, but never taking
her eyes off the television. 

"What?" Kat jumped in surprise. Just when she thought
there was no way that this could get any weirder, it
suddenly leaps into hyperspace weird. 

Angela just nodded, confident that she was reaffirming
her superior knowledge on this subject. 

"Oooooookay." Kat was finding all of this way too hard
to believe now. "Spill it, you little goblin. If you
really did it, why don't you tell me about it?" 

Angela shrugged, "It felt good. I liked it." 

"I still think you're making it up." Kat's tone a bit
teasing in her sure of herself tone. 

"Am not." Angela replied, finally tearing her eyes off
the television again. "Dad said I could see his thing
if I promised not to play doctor with boys anymore." 

"Umhm." Kat nodded slowly, surprised at how much
effort her sister had put into this story. 

"Then he said I could touch it, but only if he could
touch mine too." Angela's frustration mounted as she
could see that her big sister didn't believe any of
this. 

Kat honestly didn't know what to make of all of this.
On one hand, it was just too off the wall to believe.
It was obviously illegal and immoral and she couldn't
imagine her father doing anything like that. After
all, this was the same guy who always obeyed the speed
limit and would go out of his way to return found
money. 

But on the other hand, where would Angela come up with
details like this? If she were making all of this up,
who would bother to make up such intricate details. 

Angela frowned at Kat's silence. "Dad wiggled his
fingers around in my parts. Then told me to lay down
so that he could kiss me there. That was the best
part." 

Kat, still speechless, watched as her sister went back
to watching the television again. "Okay smartass. If
all of that really happened, then why don't you tell
me what Dad's...thing looks like?" 

"Have you seen it?" Angela frowned more again, the
notion that this wasn't a special moment that only her
father and her had shared. That maybe her big sister
had already been there. 

"No, but that doesn't matter." Kat replied, sitting up
on the bed now, pulling her knees up to her chin.
"Let's hear it." 

Angela turned to face her sister and then crossed her
legs, making a safe place to set her mug down in her
lap. She thought for a second and then held her hands
up in front of her, about six or seven inches apart.
"It was about this long. I had to use both my hands to
hold onto it." 

Angela moved her hands to where they looked like they
held an invisible phallus, her fingers overlapping
each other at the knuckles. "It had this big thing at
the end with a little hole in it. It looked like a
mushroom or something. But it was bright red. And
warm." 

With the description, it wasn't hard for Kat to
imagine it. Then she realized what she was imagining
and shook her head sharply. "Okay, okay. Hold on...."
she started to say, but Angela interrupted. 

"Dad told me to hold onto it. He really liked that too
I think." Angela smiled proudly at that. "Then he
rubbed it against my thing. That felt good too, but
not as good as him kissing me there." 

Kat blinked now, she could feel her pulse rising at
all of this. Despite her mind trying to hold it back,
a familiar warm feeling was growing in her loins. "Dad
fucked you?" 

"That's what I said we did, silly." Angela laughed at
her older sister now. 

"No, I mean, did he actually put his dick in you?" Kat
repeated, trying to narrow down the situation a bit. 

Angela nodded happily, her hands reaching back down
for her mug. "Yep. Dad said I was his big girl." 

Kat was convinced. As hard to believe as this all was,
there was no way she could be making it all up. 

Angela took a sip of her milk and then asked, "Has Dad
fucked you?" 

Kat's eyes went wide as saucers and spit out her
answer, "No! Of course not!" 

"Oh." Angela was confused by her sister's reply. She
wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. "You're just
jealous." 

"Am not." Kat quickly replied, her mind still reeling
with the details. 

"Yes you are." Angela smugly stuck her tongue out at
her sister. 

"Look, you smart ass, if I wanted to sleep with Dad, I
could have done it any time I wanted." Kat's head
twitched a moment after the words left her lips, just
as she realized what she had said. 

Angela just giggled and shook her head. "No you
couldn't." 

Kat rolled her eyes, "I am *so* not having this
argument." 

Angela didn't quite understand the subtleties of a
good debate, but at least she knew when she had won.
Angela's smile faded as she watched her older sister,
little thoughts growing in her head. 

"Kat?" She started to say, a little bit sheepishly.
"Can I see your cunt?" 

"What?" Kat's eyes went wide in disbelief. "You want
to see my what?" 

"Never mind." Angela replied, feeling more than a
little bit embarrassed. She was sure Kat would send
her back to bed now. 

Kat thought about it for a second, the request did
excite her, but still, this was her sister. "Why?" 

"I dunno." Angela shrugged with her eyes back on the
television. She wasn't really watching it now, she was
just using it to hide her embarrassment. 

Kat could feel the excitement growing inside her, like
a thirst yearning to be quenched. It was being fueled
by the sheer "wrongness" of this conversation, of what
she was actually thinking about doing now. She always
enjoyed being the bad girl, the one that would do
anything. 

Then there was the idea of showing off her body, which
was just fanning the flames inside her. Teasing people
like that, well, that was just the spice of it all.
Men, women, it didn't matter. 

And it didn't have to be outright sexual either.
Sometimes the most enjoyable moments came out of just
the most innocent situations. She knew that once she
had someone, she could make them do just about
anything she wanted, just on the hint that she might
give them what they desired so badly. 

But still, what she was thinking about now was beyond
anything she'd ever done before. There was only the
thinnest grey line she could walk, keeping this from
being very wrong. 

If Angela was telling the truth, Dad had already
crossed that line... 

"Okay, fine." Kat relented, sliding off her bed to
stand. It wasn't like it was that big a deal actually.
It was just her little sister with some questions. She
was too embarrassed to ask Mom about. That's all it
was. At least that's what Kat was telling herself. 

She walked quickly across the carpeted floor, ignoring
the discarded clothes and other debris that littered
the floor. Just to be safe, she closed the bedroom
door before she turned to face her sister again. 

Angela had a brief moment of fright as she watched her
sister walk across the room. For a second she thought
she was leaving to go get their Mom or something. In
the brief milliseconds her mind had already evolved
the thought all the way to the weeks of punishment
she'd have to suffer after Mom had finished yelling. 

Waves of relief flooded Angela's body when Kat closed
the door and turned back to face her. There was a
moment's pause where they just stared at each other,
neither one sure that this was going to go any
further. 

As Kat looked at her little sister, she couldn't help
but see a little miniature version of herself. The
start of all the little things that she had become. 

Now the eight year old sat on the edge of Kat's bed,
asking very adult questions. She still looked every
inch the little girl though. Always grabbing up
everyone else's discards, like the old white button
down shirt of Dad's that she used as a nightgown. And
the battered old mug of Mom's that she had perched in
her cross-legged lap. 

"Ready?" Kat asked, looking for one last reassurance
that neither one of them would change their minds. 

"Umhm." Angela nodded. She enjoyed the feeling she
felt inside her, though she still didn't understand
it. The excitement that was smoldering in her,
something that she had only learned to experience
earlier today. 

Kat took a deep breath and glanced down at herself.
This was it. In a second more, it would be done and
there would be no going back. The anticipation gave
the fire inside her a razor sharp edge. It almost made
her feel giddy. 

With what she was wearing, she might as well be naked
already, so it still didn't seem like a big deal. The
old white t-shirt she was wearing was tight enough to
show off ever contour of her small breasts, the dark
color of her nipples easily showing through the pale
pink of the fabric. 

As Kat started to roll her panties down her hips, she
could see that Angela's eyes were riveted. Kat just
kept watching her sister's face, enjoying every nuance
of expression that flashed by. 

"Wow!" Angela exclaimed in surprise as Kat's panties
fell down around her feet. "You have hair down there!"


Kat glanced down and smiled, her hand absently
reaching down and running her fingers through her
bush. It was a thin strip of dark black, curly hair.
"Yeah, a little bit." 

Angela smiled and nodded, "Dad has a lot more." She
snickered. "It was a furry beard." 

"Well, I shave a bit." Kat replied with a smile,
putting her hands on her hips now. 

"You shave?" Angela asked dumbfounded, glancing up at
her sister's face. "Down there? Why?" 

"Umhm." Kat nodded, then ran her fingers along the
edges of her hairline. "Just here, on the sides. If I
don't, it starts to itch." 

"Really?" Angela was even more surprised, looking back
down at her older sister's pussy. "Will you show me
how?" 

Kat fought back the urge to laugh, not wanting to
embarrass the little one. "I'll tell you what. When
you start to get hair there, then I'll show you what
to do." 

Angela's face beamed with a smile, "Deal!" 

Kat stepped out of her panties and then took the two
more steps to close the distant between her and her
sister. She paused for a second, but then decided to
push ahead a little bit. This little show and tell was
getting her extremely excited. 

"Well, in for a penny, in for a pound as they say."
She thought to herself. 

Kat lifted her left foot and put it on the edge of the
bed, next to her sister. Spreading herself before her
little sister, the cool basement air ran across her
moist lips, sending little shivers through her body.
Her sister's face just inches away from her now. 

"Can you get a good look now?" Kat asked, whispering
now. 

"Uh-huh." Angela nodded, studying her older sister's
anatomy closely now. "What's that?" 

Kat could see Angela pointing, the tip of her finger
just almost touching her engorged clit. 

"That's my clitoris. It's the part that feels really
good when you touch it." Kat smiled more, trying to
entice her sister to touch her. 

"Do I have one of those?" Angela leaned forward
slightly, to get a better look. She could smell
something now, it was like the way Dad smelled, but
different. 

"I hope so." Kat let out a small laugh. "All girls
have them." 

"Oh." Angela replied, retracting her finger a bit.
"That's where Dad kissed me, I think." 

Kat closed her eyes at hearing that again. That was
it, whatever self-resolve she had just melted away.
After all, if Dad did, then why can't she? 

Kat opened her eyes slowly, "Here, give me your hand."


Angela placed her hand into her sister's hand without
the slightest bit of hesitation. Kat brought her
sister's hand up so that she held Kat's cunt in the
palm of her hand. 

Angela blinked in surprise, but made no motion to take
her hand back. "You're hot. And kind of gooey." 

Kat just nodded, enjoying the feeling of Angela's
small fingers wiggling around against her. She didn't
hold her hand tightly there, just lightly, giving her
plenty of room to move. 

"Dad got all gooey too." Angela remarked, more
interested in her explorations. She took her hand back
and looked at Kat's juices on her fingers. She noticed
that it looked sort of like the kind Dad had leaked
out. 

Kat's bit her lip as she watched Angela start to lick
her fingers. It was all she could do to keep from
moaning out. The sight of her cleaning her little
fingers was enough to send little waves of pleasure
through her body. 

"You taste sorta like Dad did." Angela smiled up at
her sister now. 

Kat just smiled at that, as the last remnants of the
mini-orgasm faded from her mind. "Want to see
something else?" 

Angela nodded happily at that, excited at the idea of
learning even more. 

Kat put both her feet back on the ground and then
walked around the side of the bed, kneeling on the
floor. She reached around underneath it for a moment
or two before finding what she was looking for. 

Angela crawled across the top of the bed, eager to see
what it was that her sister had gone searching for. 

"Did Dad's look like this?" Kat asked, lifting the
treasure up into view. 

Angela's eyes went wide when she saw it, her hands
covering her mouth as she started to laugh. "What is
that?" 

"It's a toy." Kat replied, deciding not to confuse her
with any other more complicated names. Up until
tonight, she had kept the pink dildo well hidden.
After all, if Mom and Dad found out about it, they'd
probably be pissed. 

"Can I see?" Angela asked, already reaching out to
take it. 

Angela laid down on her belly as she studied the pink
dildo, "It's a little bigger than Dad's. His was kind
of thinner and shorter. And it wasn't pink either." 

Angela's fingers followed the contours of the dildo,
tracing the thick veins that ran down its length. 

"I bet Dad's didn't do this." Kat reached over and,
without taking it from her sister, turned a knob at
its base. 

"It's shaking! Like Mom's back massager!" Angela
giggled out as the dildo vibrated in her hands. 

"Yeah, back massager, sure." Kat couldn't help but say
sarcastically. "Want to try it?" 

"Does it feel good?" Angela asked, suddenly feeling a
bit sheepish about this plastic thing in her hands. 

"Of course." Kat replied with a smile, taking the
dildo back and turning it off. "I use it all the
time." 

"Okay." Angela agreed as she watched her sister sit
back down on the bed. The momentary hesitation had
passed and she was still just as eager to find out. 

Kat rubbed her little sister's small butt, before
moving both her hands under her nightshirt and
starting to tickle her sides and back. 

"No fair! No tickling!" Angela started to shout
between her laughter as she started to spasm and jump
about the bed. And just like that, Kat pulled her
hands down, tugging Angela's white panties totally off
with just one movement. 

"Got your underwear!" Kat teased, tossing the panties
to the side, where they would surely get lost in all
the other pieces of discarded clothing. 

Angela rolled over onto her back and stuck her tongue
out, not feeling the slightest urge of modesty. 

Kat leaned over her sister and kissed her on the lips
lightly. It was more of a reassurance than anything
intimate. A promise that nothing would go wrong. 

Kat had never kissed another girl like this before.
She hadn't really even imagined it. Sure she didn't
mind teasing the occasional older woman, but she never
actually really considered doing anything beyond that.


Angela, on the other hand, had never kissed anyone
like that. Dad had kissed her on the lips this
afternoon, but it wasn't like this. The touch of her
older sister's lips made Angela feel a glow inside. 

Kat drew back, but Angela's lips followed her for a
moment, unwilling to break the contact. The effort
pulled Angela up onto her elbows, but then she
reluctantly let Kat's lips leave hers. 

Kat ran her fingers down her young sisters sides, over
her hips, and then finally across her hips to her
tummy. As Angela watched, Kat started to unbutton her
nightshirt, slowly peeling it open as each button gave
way. 

Kat couldn't believe how pale her sister's hidden skin
was. She never noticed the dark tan lines that ran
across her shoulders and along her arms. Kat's fingers
moved over her shoulders, following the edge of her
tan. 

Angela giggling and squirmed when Kat's fingertips
followed the tan line right to her armpits. "No
tickling!" She giggled out again. 

"Okay, okay." Kat laughed in reply, moving her hands
towards the center of her sister's chest. 

She already had the start of breasts, sort of. They
were smallish and just as pale, with the cutest little
pink nipples on the tips of them. Kat ran her
fingertips over them, making the nipples dimple for a
second and making goose pimples pop up all over her
chest. 

Angela gasped and then giggled, but didn't squirm or
protest about tickling this time. 

Kat leaned in closer and Angela thought she was about
to kiss her again, but instead Kat's lips wrapped
around on of her nipples, then her entire breast.
Kat's warm mouth engulfed her entire breast, the tip
of her tongue toying with her nipple. 

Almost immediately a warm feeling burst in Angela's
tummy, rushing straight down between her legs. She
could feel herself moan, but it was like it wasn't
her. It just happened. 

Then the cool air was at her breast, quickly
evaporating Kat's saliva. Before she could say a word,
the feeling repeated as Kat's mouth swallowed up her
other breast. 

Angela's breast felt firm in her mouth, her nipple
growing to a tiny sharp spike after only a couple of
touches of her tongue. She sucked lightly on it,
feeling Angela's back arch to meet her, like she was
trying to feed her more of herself. 

Without removing Angela's breast from her mouth, Kat's
hand started to move quickly, with intention. She
didn't want to rush, but her racing pulse dictated her
actions more than her mind. 

Her fingers wrapped around Angela's ankle and then
spread her willing legs. She didn't spread them far,
just enough for Kat to get a better access to her
sister's sex. 

She leaned up now, letting Angela's breast slowly out
of her mouth. She made sure that their contact was
parted with just a kiss on her nipple, the kiss making
Angela moan again. 

Kat looked over her sister now, her eyes wandering
down her body and drawn between her legs. The pale
flesh looked delicate and soft, like beeswax formed
into soft curves. She couldn't even remember when her
own body had looked like that. She found it hard to
even imagine that it had. 

What she didn't find hard to imagine was her father's
shaft, rubbing up and down against Angela's immature
flesh. Just the way Angela had described it. The sheer
obscenity of it just made Kat's blood run hot in her
veins. 

Kat slid her fingers around her sister's ankles and
back up the insides of her legs. She could feel
Angela's body twitch as her fingers reached her
thighs, but she didn't stop. Instead it made her hands
move faster. 

Angela gasped for air as Kat's pinky moved up and down
her lips, gently nudging the skin apart. She couldn't
help but moan as Kat's slender finger dipped inside
her body. 

Kat smirked to herself as she watched her little
sister's body writhe. She always loved this part, when
she had some one entirely in her power. Just the whim
of a movement or a sweet word could crumble their
thoughts completely. But this was even sweeter. 

"Does that feel good?" Kat asked, already knowing what
the answer would be. 

"Umhm." Angela moaned in an affirmative. 

"Would you like more?" Kat's voice teased. 

Angela, unable to speak, just nodded her head slowly,
her eyes barely open now. 

"Okay." Kat smirked, pushing her pinky even deeper as
her thumb found her little sister's clit. 

Kat smiled self-satisfactorily as she watched her
sister's eyes go wide. Her little body shook, then her
back bowed downwards, pushing her hips up towards
Kat's eager fingers. 

"Oh, you do like that don't you?" Kat murmured, her
thumb continuing to stroke her sister's clit. 

She knew that there was no way Angela could reply. She
wasn't even sure if Angela could hear her, but that
didn't matter. 

Kat laid down next to her sister, curling her body
against her side so that she could watch her face
closer. She glimpsed her little face screwing up with
pleasure when she rubbed her clit or moved her pinky. 

With each little movement Angela's cunt seemed to
blossom like a little flower. The lips relaxing and
easing open, her warm moisture starting to flow. 

Kat continued to caress her sister as she reached for
the dildo with her free hand. She brought the tip to
her own mouth and licked it like she had done dozens
of times before, readying it for her sister. 

Angela's eyes opened with a start when she heard the
unexpected hum of the dildo. She opened her eyes to
see the pink shaft dangling from her older sister's
mouth. 

The sight of this just made Angela giggle
uncontrollably, there was just something insanely
comical about it. Or maybe it was just the entirely
giddy feeling she already had suffusing her body. 

Kat just smiled at her sister around the rubber toy,
her fingers continuing to massage her little sister's
slickness. The giggling only urged her own, telling
her that she was finding the right spots. 

Kat used her freehand to take the dildo from her
mouth, bringing the tip to vibrate at Angela's closest
nipple. Her giggles immediately giving way to a pant
of pleasure. 

"You like that, don't you, you little imp?" Kat teased
as she dragged the tip of the toy across her sister's
chest, letting it rest against her other nipple for a
moment. 

Angela nodded and managed to let out a small mewl of a
yes between her gasps. 

"You'll like this even more then." Kat dragged the toy
down her sister's body, never letting the tip come out
of contact with her flesh. 

She ran it across Angela's belly and then nuzzled the
length against her lips. 

At its touch, Angela's body immediately tensed, her
chest arching upwards and her hips pushing down hard
against the bed. One of her hands gripped Kat's bare
thigh tightly, like she was holding on for her life. 

As Kat watched, she could feel the blood rushing to
her head, clouding her thoughts and her vision. Her
fingers trembled as she witnessed her sister's
reaction. Angela's little fingernails dug deeper into
her thigh and while it hurt, it also thrilled her. The
way the little one had totally lost control,
completely engulfed in what Kat was doing to her. 

Kat used her fingers to spread her sister's lips
slightly more, guiding the tip of the dildo to vibrate
against her clit. 

Angela screamed out as her body spasmed, her little
feet kicking around. Her hips thrust upwards now,
against the toy, pressing it tighter to her body. 

Kat fought the urge to press the toy into her. There
was no way she could possible handle it. It had taken
Kat weeks of experimenting with it to be able to
accept it comfortably and she was almost twice
Angela's age. 

Still, Kat needed to feel something now, she couldn't
bear to go much longer without her own fulfillment. 

Spreading her legs she eased Angela's wiry leg between
her thighs and started to grind herself against
Angela's knee. She started slowly, moving the pink
vibrator against her sister at the same pace. 

Though barely aware of her surroundings, Angela's hips
started to move as well, following the movements of
the dildo. Her initial wail of pleasure had given way
to slow, labored pants. Pants that were joined by
Kat's building moans. 

Kat's pace quickened, grinding against Angela's knee
while stroking the length of the humming toy up and
down Angela's puffy lips. 

Angela threw her head back and forth a few times
before nuzzling against Kat's still clothed chest. But
Kat's hands moved quickly, pulling her t-shirt up and
exposing one of her breasts to her voracious sister. 

Angela's lips found Kat's stiff nipple and wrapped
around it, her tongue just resting against the
sensitive flesh. 

Kat groaned out loudly as a massive orgasm rocked her
body, her juices flowing freely over Angela's knee.
She went still as the feelings rushed through her,
pressing the toy even tighter to her sister's cunt. 

The sensation sent Angela reeling, her teeth gripping
her older sister's nipple. 

Even through the last waves of her climax, Kat felt
her sister's body lock up again. Angela's teeth
pulling at her nipple only caused her orgasm to rocket
up one last time before gradually easing down. 

She opened her eyes slowly to find Angela asleep next
to her, the dildo still humming between her legs. She
flicked the toy off and let it fall to the floor next
to the bed. 

She stretched to reach the light switch and flipped it
off, before flicking the television off with the
remote and finally pulling the quilt up over them
both. 

In the darkness, she wrapped her arm around her little
sister and cuddled their naked bodies together.


		
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