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Bestial Brother is copyrighted 2007-2008 Rachael Ross all rights
reserved. Intended for adults only.
Story Codes: f/f, magic, oral, public, romance, femdom, D/s,
consensual
Note: You should read the first six chapters before continuing beyond
this point. They may be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/high_school_sweetheart/www/index.htm
email: rache696@yahoo.com

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Bestial Brother
by Evil Little Sister

Chapter 07


"Hey Mistress," Ellen was smiling shyly and she had one of those
faces, like little girls have.

No matter how old Ellen got, you'd always be able to see the child
there, and knowing that she was mine made my heart seem twice as big.
Ellen wasn't going to be anything but beautiful when she was older.
There was a promise in her eyes and smile, in the way she moved. I
wondered if I was the only one who could see it and I decided I must
be as the rest of the world moved around us, uncaring and cold in its
ignorance. We were the strangers and apart from everyone else.

"Hi, bitch," I smiled back and held out my hand. "Be a good puppy
today. All day, understand?"

"Arf!" she barked softly and licked my fingers in front of a dozen
kids and I was pleased and not a little surprised.

"Good girl," I said, not caring if anyone heard me or not. Those
others didn't matter very much and soon, I felt, they wouldn't matter
at all.

I was surprised by how eager Ellen was to be my dog, in public, I
mean. Privately such a thing came easily and there was nothing to be
afraid of, but she was a quiet girl usually, shy and meek in front of
strangers. Something changed in her, something fundamental to her
nature when she became my pet. Ellen would never lick my fingers in
front of all those kids, what girl would? But bitch was doing it,
smiling happily without a care in the world it seemed. For the first
time in her life, she didn't care what anyone else thought and in that
way she was just like me.

"You stay close to me, alright?" I told her. "You're going to spend
the whole day as my dog."

"Arf," she agreed and my puppy stayed very close as we walked towards
our first class.

"I wish I had a collar for you," I said. "A leash too, wouldn't that
be cool?"

"Arf!" she giggled and I gave the dog a frown.

"No laughing, dog," I said. "I'll spank you."

"Mmmm..." bitch sang softly, a sweet little whine like she was sorry and
I just rolled my eyes.

"And no teasing me!" I said. "Be good."

People were looking at us, talking and wondering, but that wasn't so
unusual. At least for me. Ellen was usually ignored at school, simply
because she was practically invisible to most of those kids. I'd
always been weird though, so this wasn't anything new for me and I
ignored it like always.

The really good thing about being us, other than the obvious, was that
the teachers left Ellen and me alone. We sat towards the back of our
classes, didn't make any trouble, and did our homework. We were
rewarded with apathy and so it wasn't going to be nearly so hard for
Ellen to be my puppy for an entire day as it might have sounded.

It wasn't about making the girl bark like a dog or lick my fingers
either. What we were doing was deeper and much more simple than any
sort of physical roleplay and this was something my brother had
struggled with at first. It was all about the acceptance, the
submission of Ellen to my desires. I could have told her to do a lot
of things, but I didn't have to and that excited me a lot.

"Come on, in here..." I pushed open the door to the girls bathroom,
holding Ellen's hand between our first and second classes.

"Arf!" she answered playfully and maybe she knew what I wanted, or
maybe she didn't.

"What's her problem?" some girl I barely knew asked, watching our
reflections in the mirrors and I ignored her.

"Get in, bitch," I said loud enough for the other half-dozen girls in
the bathroom to hear.

I pushed my dog into the first empty stall we came to and followed
right behind her, closing the door and locking it behind us. I didn't
have to tell her what I wanted and she let me kiss her right away,
welcoming my tongue with her open mouth. Our feet were moving and I
worked my right leg between hers, pressing my thigh against her panty
covered sex so the bitch could hump my leg the way a boy dog does. She
was grinding her cunt against me hard and I could feel the damp stain
on her underwear. My dog was just as horny as I was.

She tasted so good, so sweet and fresh in my lungs that I didn't
correct Ellen for putting her arms around me. Dogs didn't do that and
I should have punished the little bitch, but I was so hungry for her
just then. Not for the dog, but for Ellen. For the girl and like
before I was confused by the depths of my feelings for her and I
didn't know what it meant exactly. I'd never really loved anyone
before. There was something there, lurking in the back of my mind. A
memory, or a premonition perhaps, or both it seemed to me, as if time
didn't mean anything at all anymore.

The bell was ringing and we were still kissing, the other girls in the
bathroom hurrying out to get to their classes.

"Wait," I said as we made our way out of the stall, pink faced and
breathless. "I wanna show you something."

"Arf?" Ellen gave me a funny look, but I held her hand tight and
pulled her in front of one of the mirrors.

There were sinks mounted to the wall and I closed the drain for the
one in front of us. Ellen watched as I turned on the water, both taps,
hot and cold, filling the porcelain basin rapidly. When the sink was
almost overflowing I turned the water off, moving to stand behind my
friend and I undid the silver barrette she was wearing in her hair. I
tossed it into the water with a little splash. She gave me a curious
look and I combed her loose hair with my fingers.

"Wait, you'll see," I whispered and the water was already starting to
change.

It seemed to simmer slowly at first, with small bubbles rising to the
surface, but they multiplied quickly and grew large and violent as the
water in the sink began to boil. Steam was rising off the tempest and
Ellen glanced over her shoulder at me with a questioning look. The
mirror grew fogged and wet with condensation and I felt...Right. This
wasn't frightening me at all and i didn't know how i was doing it,
only that I could.

"Look," I had my hands on her shoulders and I stood behind the girl,
both of us staring at the mirror now.

I reached past her, licking my lips and feeling my soul quiver with
anticipation. I wiped the mirror slowly with my hand, just down once
and back up. The fog turned to water and ran down the glass in long
thin beads. When I pulled my hand away, our reflections were still
there and I looked mostly the same, except I was wearing a thin robe
of golden silk. The peplos from my dreams. My raven hair was pinned up
with jewels and woven with flowers, and my body was adorned with gold
and silver. But beneath the decorations, there was still me and I was
beautiful and terrible and staring into my eyes.

Ellen was different though.

She was still there, still recognizable, but her skin was olive in the
mirror, a pleasing shade of green across her shoulders and down her
smooth arms and legs. Her tummy and breasts, up her neck and face,
were a dark yellow color, mustard, like the soft plump skin around her
hairless sex. Her nipples were sharp and dark brown and her hair was
the same, but streaked with gold that shimmered with every small
movement she made. Her eyes had become more amber than brown, large
and bright and almond shaped, almost oriental, I thought, and they
were captivating to me. But it was her wings that drew most of our
attention. She had two pairs of gossamer wings like a dragon fly might
have, except that they were long and tapering and enchanting with a
liquid sheen, catching the light as they moved like oil on water.

Ellen was the most wonderful creature I'd ever seen in my life.

My friend didn't say anything, but reached for her hand in the mirror,
seeking her reflection slowly while we both held our breath. When
Ellen's fingers touched the glass, the mirror dulled and the world
seemed less, and we saw only ourselves once more. Two thirteen year
old schoolgirls standing in a bathroom.

"Was that me?" Ellen turned around and I nodded. "How did you do
that?"

"I don't know," I told her honestly. "I just...I wanted to see who you
really are."

She was frightened of me, I thought. I should have been frightened
too, but I wasn't. I really didn't know how I'd done it, or even why I
imagined such a thing was possible. My heart was pounding and there
was something inside me that was satisfied, like a part of me that had
been waiting to prove itself and now it had. It's difficult to
explain, even now, and at the time I was still so unprepared and
innocent.

"What do you mean? Who am I?" Ellen looked ready to cry and I wanted
to hold her, but I was waiting to see what she would do.

"I don't know," I repeated and offered the girl a smile. "But I don't
think you're a dog."

"Oh," she blinked and then smiled back, but she was just as confused
as I was, even more so, if it were possible.

"You kinda looked like a faerie," I suggested, "or something."

"But you looked the same," she said and our class was all but
forgotten now. "I mean not the same, but..."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'm just me."

"You're not just you," Ellen laughed nervously. "Was that...Magic? A
spell? Are you a witch?"

"Yeah," I said and then changed my mind. "No. Not a witch. Something
else, like a witch maybe. I don't know yet. I'm still finding out."

"This is so weird, Lil," Ellen said and her face broke into a smile.
"Mistress...God! What am I doing? I belong to you!"

"I think we're lovers," I said, knowing in my heart it was all true. I
pushed the metal plunger on the sink, opening the drain and the water
was cold now, not boiling at all.

"I know," she said happily. "But you're my Mistress, didn't you see
it? In the mirror, I belonged to you."

"Yeah," I smiled back at her. "I saw it."

"Yeah," Ellen sighed and then blushed, looked down for a moment. "I
always knew it."

"You did?"

"I dreamed about it before. You and me in the woods," she was looking
up again, searching my face with her bright brown eyes. "Didn't you
ever dream of me?"

"I don't know," I said and I couldn't lie to her. "I don't think so."

"But maybe you did," Ellen said. "Probably you did and you just
forgot."

"What did we do in your dreams?" I wondered, leaning against one of
the sinks.

"It's always the same one," Ellen said. "There's a tree that looks
like a door and you're standing in the middle of it. You're holding my
hand, you know, and um, pulling me into the tree. It's kind of scary,
but I'm not scared at all, and you just smile and tell me it's okay."

"That's it?" I asked her and Ellen shrugged.

"That's all I can remember, yeah. I mostly wake up when we go into the
tree," she shrugged. "What does it mean?"

"Beats me," I laughed. "I don't think I ever had that dream."

"Oh," Ellen frowned.

"I wish I did," I told her. "I have a lot of other dreams though."

"This is so weird," she was biting her lip and wanting more, like I
did. She wanted answers. "You have to find out. You have to talk to
someone."

"Who am I gonna talk to?" I wondered. "Nobody's gonna believe this
stuff. You're the only person I ever showed it to."

"I don't know," Ellen shrugged. "What about like a priest or
something?"

"You think I'm possessed?" I giggled and Ellen blushed.

"No!" she said. "Just...I dunno. Aren't they supposed to know stuff?"

"Maybe," I sighed. "I'm not catholic though. I'm not anything."

"Me neither," Ellen agreed and she was leaning against the sink next
to me.

We didn't have hall passes and so we were sorta stuck in the bathroom
until the bell rang again, unless we wanted to go to the office and
try to explain why we were skipping class. This was okay though, it
felt good just to talk about it with her. It had been all bottled up
inside me for so long and at first it hadn't been anything but little
feelings and dreams maybe, but now it was stronger and I was having
dreams while I was awake, like visions,, and I could do magic.

"It's like I'm waking up," I decided. "I think I just need some time,
you know?"

"How much time?" Ellen asked.

"Mmmm..." I shrugged. "I think I just need to have sex maybe."

"Sex?" Ellen giggled and stared at me, thinking I was joking maybe,
but I was sorta serious.

"With my dad," I told her, wondering what she'd think of that.

"Oh," she narrowed her eyes. "Why him?"

"All the really weird stuff started when I got my first period," I
explained, but it didn't make a lot of sense anyway. "I just feel like
being a virgin is sorta keeping me asleep, or something. Like I'm
still a kid and I can't really know until I'm a woman."

"But why your dad?" Ellen asked with a smile. "You could get your
brother to do it or something. You said he wants to anyway."

"He's a dog," I smiled at Ellen. "A real one. My dad's something
else."

"Like me?" she wondered and I giggled.

"Kinda, yeah," I said. "But I only see him in my dreams. He looks
kinda like a goat."

"A goat?" Ellen laughed at me. "What? Like a real one?"

"Sorta," I made a face, trying to recall my dream more clearly but it
was difficult. "Like a man goat. He chases me through the woods and
then he like rapes me sorta, except I want him to do it."

"Oh!" that made Ellen blush again and she was such a silly girl
sometimes. "A goat man."

"What?" I stuck my tongue out at her with a grin. "He has horns
anyway."

"Three of them?" Ellen asked with a teasing voice. "Does he have a
really big one down there?"

"A big one?" I gave her a questioning look and then I realized what
she was talking about. "Oh, geeze. You're kinda bad now, huh?"

"I just wanna know," she was biting her lip again and my tummy was
getting tight as I looked at her.

"I think it's big," I shrug. "It hurts. In my dreams, I mean, when he
puts it in me."

"You think he'll really do it?" Ellen asked me. "Your dad?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "He knows he has to, I think. He feels it just like
I do. He's the one."

"That's kinda romantic," Ellen sighed and she was rubbing her pussy,
the girl's hand beneath her skirt as she leaned back with her legs
spread slightly.

"It isn't love," I told her seriously and my pussy had been wet all
morning. "It's just fucking."

"You're, um, you're going to let your brother fuck me still, right?"
Ellen asked me slowly. "Tomorrow night?"

"You're not a dog," I told her. "We were wrong about that."

"I don't mind," she said.

"Yeah, but I think I just wanted to have you," I said. "Like that was
the only way I could think of, so it sorta made sense."

"Maybe," Ellen said and she sounded a little disappointed. She
shouldn't have been though, being a real faerie? That was way cooler
than being just a bitch.

"You still want to?" I asked her and Ellen knew what I meant.

"Yeah," she swallowed hard and looked into my eyes. "I really want to
do it with him."

"Huh," I looked at her closely and then smiled. "You got a crush on my
brother?"

"What? No!" Ellen protested too loudly and shook her head. "Just...I
don't know. I like him."

"You don't even talk to him!" I laughed at her red face.

"So? I can still like him anyway," she said. "I was just scared
before."

"Of him?" I rolled my eyes. "He's so totally harmless."

"He's cute though," Ellen shrugged.

"What's that got to do with it?" I wondered.

"You just never liked anybody," Ellen said, not mad or anything, but
it was a fact. "So how would you know anyway?"

"I like you," told her. "I know what it feels like."

"Yeah," she smiled at that and looked down. "But you're not scared of
me."

"I can't help it," I said. "I'm not scared of anybody. Suck my pussy
now."

"You want me to?" Ellen looked up quickly and I nodded. "Okay. In
there?"

She glanced at the bathroom stalls and I shook my head.

"No, right here," I told her. "I wanna see if I have another dream
when I cum."

"Okay, um...What if somebody..." Ellen looked at the door.

"Why do you care?" I asked her.

"I don't," she said, but that was a lie.

"Me neither," I giggled. "Come on, I want to cum, okay? Lick me good."

I was reaching for her and Ellen didn't resist me. She got right down
on the cool tiles, kneeling with her butt on her heels. I pulled my
skirt up for her and Ellen pulled my damp panties down, right in the
middle of the girls bathroom. That was seriously cool, I thought, and
it just made my best friend glow with nervous energy. She was scared
to death and it was pretty crazy, but this was who we were and I
wasn't gonna hide it if I didn't want to.

Ellen kissed the roundness of my pussy mound first, while I spread my
legs as wide as my panties would allow. They were drawn tight between
my knees and Ellen was holding my thighs in her hands, kinda rubbing
the backs of my legs up and down. It felt nice and I just watched her,
feeling my body grow even warmer inside and out. My tummy was knotted
up and my heart beating quick and strong. I tried to breathe slowly,
but the air would catch in my throat and then I'd gasp, or sigh as
Ellen's lips moved around my bald little pussy.

She pushed out her tongue and I shivered as the tip split my labia.
Ellen licked me slowly, up from the bottom of my sex to the very top
of my slit, tickling the place where my clitty was hiding. I could
feel it burning, wanting to take a peek and get a kiss. My clit was
getting hard and the blood was rushing through me, feeding my sex so
that my pussy lips were getting plump and dark. Ellen had her eyes
closed and her face turned upward and she was so pretty sucking my
cunt like that.

I let my skirt go, closing my own eyes as the girl was lapping at my
pussy faster now, flicking the tip over every part of me she could. It
was making my knees weak and I dropped my skirt so that it covered her
face and the crown of her head. My fingers went to her hair,
entangling themselves in her dirty blonde mane where it fell down the
back of her neck. I pulled Ellen's mouth against me harder, moaning
softly and biting my lips against the sensations rising through my
belly. My clit was alive now, awake and throbbing and I moved my hips,
rocking my cunt against the girl's sucking mouth. She drew my pussy
inside, working my smallish labia between her lips, pursing them so
that she pinched and pulled and nibbled at my sex.

"Ummm...Suck my clit," I breathed, expelling hot air and grinding my
pussy against her face. "Suck it hard for me."

Ellen murmured her agreement, yielding eagerly to whatever I wanted
and I drew a sharp breath between my teeth as she found my tender clit
with her tongue and lips. She washed it hard and fast for a moment and
then sucked on the tender nub of flesh until I thought I was going to
start crying. She had it between her tight lips, a bit of my body no
bigger than a pencil eraser, but so sensitive just then. It was like
every part of me was concentrated right there and I was gonna cum any
second.

"Oh now, yeah, uh-huh..." I was whispering and almost falling down and
my legs shook with the effort to hold me up. Ellen was squeezing my
thighs, digging her fingernails into my soft flesh and the pain was
warm and welcome. My clit was hurting too, like it felt too good and I
wanted to push the girl away, but it felt so wonderful that I
couldn't. I was confused and breathless, shuddering with the pleasure
that consumed me.

It only got better when the bell rang, our forty minutes was up and
Ellen jerked like she was going to try and get away, but I held the
girl tightly. I had fistfuls of her hair with my fingers close to her
scalp. I couldn't let her go, I was so close now, so ready for that
cum that I needed. It just kept building and building and I was
praying for release in my feverish mind, wondering how long my body
could torture me this way. My orgasm was right there, just waiting for
something to let it go and I was going to scream with that beautiful
frustration in a second. I was going to die if I didn't cum!

"...so then she told me...Oh!" ... "What? Oh...shit!" ... "Hurry up! Hey..."

Girls were coming into the bathroom, loud and laughing, talking about
stupid things and then they saw us and stopped. Me leaning against one
of the sinks, with my legs spread and white panties pulled down, and
some other girl, a faceless girl on her knees was covered with my
skirt and making muffled sucking sounds, wet and sexy and
unmistakable. I could hear them gasp in shock and then whisper and
laugh and how many were there watching my best friend suck my cunt, I
had no idea.

I was cumming finally.

"Ah fuck!" I cried and maybe I said more than that, I don't know. I
was letting go of everything and all at one. My pussy was on fire and
felt like some great fist had taken hold of my sex, squeezing and
pulling my pussy inside out. The wetness poured out of me. The dam had
burst and I was flooding Ellen's mouth and face with my juices. I
could smell it now, strong and bittersweet as my scent filled the air.

Ellen was swallowing and making lip smacking noises, grunting and
gasping between my thighs. She was lost in it too, heedless of
anything but the flavor of my cum, and the girl was holding me as
tightly as I held her. Nothing could stop the moment, we were locked
together as if bound by invisible chains; her mouth to my cunt, and
Ellen drank deeply from the wellspring of our passion. It was magic
and immortal and pure.

"Lesbians" ... "I always knew they were queer" ... "That's sick!"

The other girls weren't going away and I ignored them completely,
falling from my high only slowly while Ellen kept lapping at my
juices. She was slowing down, catching her breath and gathering my
wetness on her tongue to swallow happily. I relaxed my hands, letting
her go and just stroked the girl's head gently while I waited for my
heart to slow down. I had goosebumps and shivers ran up my spine. I
was hot and sticky with sweat, my cheeks red and wet from the small
tears I'd wept without even realizing it.

"You better stop," I whispered, just as the bell was ringing again.
"Or we're gonna have to do it again."

"Mmmphh?" Ellen made a soft sound and I imagined she wanted nothing
more than to bring me off again. It was there too, my orgasm had
retreated, but that was all. The madness was still writhing in my
tummy, coiled in my sex and ready to fill me again if we let it. I
could cum again and again beneath Ellen's sweet tongue, I knew that,
but once had to be enough. We were already going to be in trouble.

They left us reluctantly, those lesser girls, wandering off with the
ringing of the bell, receding to their classrooms and eager to spread
the news. Lilith and Ellen were queer and they had sex in the
bathroom. That would be funny and everyone would know. I liked that
idea and I was looking forward to seeing those other kids and the
looks on their faces. They were small, I thought, weak and useless and
none of them meant anything to me. This was all that counted, what I
shared with Ellen, and I pulled the girl to her feet. I enjoyed seeing
her face red and wet, my cum staining her pale skin from her matted
hair down to her heaving, barely there tits. The girl's white blouse
was soaked through and I could see her bra through the cotton. I
thought it was very sexy.

"You're my girl," I said and I kissed her hard, exploring her cummy
mouth with my tongue.

"Forever," Ellen breathed a moment later, both of us licking our lips
and smiling and savoring the flavor of our sex.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Forever."



end of 07
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