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After Steve watched Fran rub his cum into her breasts and imitate his
sister's masturbatory moans he jumped up from the bed and moved to the
window where the cameras were still set up and ready to go. "Hey, I've got a great idea." Fran stopped her breast rubbing and moaning
and turned toward Steve with a questioning look. "You go down to the patio
and do yourself on the lounge and I'll film it on the same tape with Carla." "Well..." Fran responded questioningly. "Hey, it's ok." Steve assured her. "This tape is going directly to Dave."
Steve looked over at Fran. "Really, I won't even get a copy of it." "OK" Fran finally agreed with a grin. Then stood up and walked towards the
door. "Oo...Oo...I got a great idea." Steve said grabbing her arm and pulling her
to a stop. "Follow me." He demanded as he pulled Fran out of his room and
to the door to Carla's room. "Hang on." Steve said after he wiggled the
locked doorknob. "I'll be right back with my key." Steve returned from his
room with a screwdriver. Getting down on one knee Steve examined the shaft
of the doorknob closely then placed the screw driver blade carefully against
it. One sharp 'thunk' of his palm against the screwdriver handle and the
knob popped off of Carla's bedroom door and spun on the floor. Steve stuck
the blade into the hollow shaft and twisted the screwdriver. Just as Fran
heard the hollow thump of the inside knob popping out of the locked position
the door swung open and Steve led Fran into his sister's room. Steve opened
the top drawer of Carla's dresser and fished around behind her panties until
his hand emerged holding a large vibrator. "Why don't you use her very own personal vibrator." Steve suggested as he
turned to grin at Fran. "Carla makes a big deal about being a virgin." Fran said thoughtfully as she
took the vibrator from Steve and stroked it as if it was a cock. "It's
obvious her virginity is just a technicality." Anxious to get the filming
started Steve took Fran by the arm and tried to pull her from the room.
Steve's arm seemed to stretch then pull him back into the room as Fran stood
motionless in deep thought. "I've got a better idea..." Fran informed Steve Steve listened to Fran's plan with growing excitement, and a growing dick.
Yes, he thought repeatedly as she gave instructions, yes yes. Steve,
ignoring his naked and erect state, ran out into the back yard and collected
the microphone. Then, after collecting the cameras and some lights he
rushed back to his sister's room. God, he thought as he stopped to stroke
his throbbing cock every few minutes, this is going to be fucking great. When Steve re-entered Carla's room he found Fran dressed in his sister's
favorite nightgown. Lying on the bed with her back to the door and the
pillow hiding her hair, Fran looked very much like Carla. Steve set up the
lights, then the video camera. "Are you ready?" He asked the girl on the bed as he set the microphone down
on the dresser, just out of the camera's frame. He heard a muffled 'Uh-hu'
from the bed and turned on the video camera. "OK, action." Steve picked up
the still camera and began to snap pictures with his left hand while he
stroked himself with his right. Fran slowly turned onto her back and, keeping her head hidden by the pillow
ran her hands over her nightgown-covered breasts, then down her stomach to
her thighs. Doing her best 'Carla moan', Fran slowly pulled the night gown
off her thighs then, after slowly lifting and spreading her legs, began to
rub her cunt in slow circles with her open hand. Fran rubbed her wet cunt
and large sensitive clitoris while carefully keeping her legs at the proper
angle to hide her smooth shaved pussy from the camera. Reaching over her head Fran retrieved the vibrator from the bedside table.
After flipping the switch to 'high' she began to rub it over her hard, still
nightgown-covered, nipples. Fran ran the vibrator down her stomach and
began to run little circles around her clitoris with the vibrating plastic
appliance. Her moans grew deeper and more raucous but continued to sound
remarkably like Carla's. "Oh God," Fran almost shouted as she slipped the vibrator into her open wet
cunt. Still trying to sound like Carla, Fran continued. "Fuck me Steve.
Fuck you're sister." Steve's cock throbbed when he heard Fran say 'fuck
your sister'. Steve continued to tape Fran's impersonation of his sister
fucking herself with her vibrator for another five minutes before the strain
got too much for him and he abandoned the still camera to join Fran on the
bed. "Fuck me Steve, oh god fuck me." Fran yelled as he climbed onto the bed,
making only a token effort to continue impersonating Carla through her own
very real lust. "Oh God, yes." Fran shouted as Steve's cock slipped into
her dripping cunt. "That feels so fucking good." Steve pushed the nightgown
up baring Fran's breasts and hard nipples for his eager sucking mouth. Fran
and Steve, wanting to perpetuate the illusion that she was Carla, continued
to hide her head and her hairless cunt while they fucked for the camera. "Fill your sister with incestuous cum brother." Fran demanded through her
orgasmic moans as she felt Steve's body tighten and his cock twitch, filling
her hot cunt with his thick white liquid. "Oh god yes," Fran continued, "I
love fucking my brother." She finished honestly. Steve and Fran lay in each other's arms for a few minutes catching their
breaths. Then Steve, his softening cock still dripping cum, climbed out of
the bed and walked behind the camera. Fran ran her hands slowly over her
crotch and thighs, rubbing the sex juices into her skin and moaning soft
relaxed 'after orgasm' moans. "I never knew how much fun it could be to fuck my own brother." She said
still hiding her head from the camera. "Until I tried it." After a moment
for dramatic effect Fran peeked over the edge of the pillow directly into
the camera lens. "And you should try it too Carla." Fran winked at the
camera before continuing "Steve is one hell of a good fuck." Fran picked up
Carla's vibrator and looked at it critically. "Much better than this nasty
old vibrator." Fran swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. After spreading
her legs Fran ran the vibrator up and down her smooth, shaved cunt. "I'll
load it up with Steve's cum for you." Fran leaned her head back enjoying
the feel of the vibrator tip penetrating slightly between her wet cunt lips.
"So Carla," Fran continued as she stared into the camera lens once again,
her hand still moving the vibrator over her pussy. "By the time you see this
tape you'll have already fucked your brother, at least symbolically." Fran
grinned at the camera. "And I've pretty well fucked you now, symbolically
of course." Fran's grin spread across her face. "Just remember, the best
is yet to come." Steve turned off the video camera and the two of them began to laugh almost
hysterically. As the laughter died down they put the cameras back into
Steve's room and straightened Carla's room. "I hope she doesn't wash that before she uses it." Fran said as Steve
returned the vibrator to its place at the back of Carla's panty drawer. "No, she always washes it when she's done." Steve answered automatically
then stopped with his hand half way out of his sister's panty drawer to look
over at Fran who was appraising him thoughtfully. "And just how do you know so much about your sister's masturbation habits?"
Fran asked putting on a mock maternal sternness. She almost giggled when
Steve blushed and stared at the floor before answering. "I'll show you." He said with obvious embarrassment as he closed his
sister's panty drawer and took Fran back into his own room. Taking Fran into
his closet Steve closed the door behind them. Fran heard Steve moving some
clothes to the side and saw what looked like a small bright light. "Put you
eye up to it." Steve suggested. Fran moved her head closer to the back
wall of the closet and found her self looking through a small hole directly
at Carla's bed. "I've been watching Carla masturbate almost my whole life."
Fran could hear Steve's embarrassment in his simple statement. As Steve opened the closet door Fran looked below the hole to verify the
existence of what appeared to be several years worth of cum stain build up
on the wall. Then she smiled at Steve and rubbed her still naked body
against his as she pushed her way out of the smell closet. "To bad you couldn't sneak me in there some night." Fran teased him with a
grin. "Then you would have a better place to leave your cum than on the
wall." Steve's blush seemed to spread over his entire body. "You really do
want to fuck your sister, don't you?" Fran's voice became serious as she
asked the question. Steve's all over blush darkened. "Yes..." he paused not sure if he should really admit such a thing. "Yes, I
do, I've always wanted to fuck her." Fran stepped over to Steve and touched
his face gently. "I could tell." Fran leaned close to him and kissed him on
the lips. "I won't tell anyone." She promised. "Not even Dave or Vickie."
Steve smiled at her weakly. "Thank you." "But," Fran suddenly grinned at him again, "if you ever want help making
that dream come true," Fran winked at him then continued, "we'd be the best
ones for the job." Steve returned her grin "I'll let you know." Steve looked around the room to make sure everything
was put back in its place. "We'd better get dressed and get back to school."
Fran took on an exaggerated 'slut' persona and rubbed her breasts against
his chest then peered up at him. "Are you sure you don't want me to be Carla for one more fuck first?" Steve
reached down and kneaded her buttocks with both hands. "No, but if you'll be yourself I'd love to fuck you again before we leave."
Fran wiggled her naked body against his. "Deal." She said as she pushed her lips against his and slithered her tongue
into his waiting mouth.
Vickie left the Coach's office with his cum still dripping down her thighs.
Having missed first period she headed for her second period class hoping to
catch a glimpse of Fran. Vickie wanted to see her best friend/mistress at
least long enough to determine whether she was really mad or not. Fran was
not with the kids leaving the Geometry class. Damn, Vickie thought, as she
looked around then headed for her next room. She was immediately stopped by
two of the boys who had been present the previous Saturday when Fran's cunt
had been shaved. "Aren't you supposed to be handing out some contest forms?" one of them
asked. God, Vickie thought as she dug contest forms out of the front pocket
of her backpack, word sure spreads fast around this school. "The 'Why I Want to Whip Vickie' Essay Contest" one of them read off the
form. "Do we get to fuck you also?" he asked blocking her way. "I don't know." Vickie answered trying to push her way past him. "That's up
to Fran." "You mean," He continued still blocking her path, "that having permission to
fuck Fran doesn't extend to you?" "I know," Vickie said pulling her self up to her full five foot two height,
"that without Fran's permission the only way you'll get to fuck me is to
rape me." "That," the other boy chimed in, "is not an entirely unpleasant idea."
Vickie, having just had the same thought, paused for a moment then, shaking
her head 'no' pushed past the boys and hurried to her English class. Vickie spent a worried and frustrating day, handing out contest forms and
wondering what had happened to her best friend/mistress. Then, just as she
was about to go into Mr. Roberts' American History class Fran and Steve
suddenly appeared and sweeping her up with them headed to the gym. "Where..." Vickie started to ask. "Shh..." Fran silenced her. "I'll explain it all to you later." They
entered the gym and after joining Dave at the far end, handed him the
videotape and pictures. "There's some..." Fran began to explain. "Shh..." Dave silenced her. "We don't have time, Carla's coming right now."
Just as he finished the door opened and Carla stepped from the bright
sunlight into the cool gym. After taking two or three steps Carla stopped
and looked around. "What's going on here?" she demanded. "I was told that Ms. Marshal wanted
to see me." "Come on over here." Dave instructed. "Oh no you don't." Carla backed up towards the door. "I'm leaving. I'm not
going to get close to you guys." "I think you'd better look at this picture first." Dave warned stopping her
before she opened the door. "It's a picture of you and, what's your dog's
name 'Buster'?" Carla froze in her tracks a faint 'Oh god' was heard from
her direction before she turned and walked slowly across the gym. Carla
took the stack of pictures and looked through them with trembling fingers. "Oh god, you can't" she moaned softly as tears began to roll down her
cheeks. "It's not what it looks like." "It's not?" Dave asked with mock concern. "Well let's watch this video tape
and see if it sheds any light on the topic." Dave pushed the video cartridge
into the player and turned on the monitor. Carla stood in stunned silence,
occasionally shooting alternately threatening and pleading glances at the
people around her, especially her brother. Then sank slowly to sit on the
bleacher as the video showed her putting Buster back into his run and
walking naked back to the house. "Wait." Fran almost shouted when Dave reached for the stop button. "There is
more." How could there be more Carla wondered, I came back to school after
that. As they watched the screen flickered several times then came to life
showing a girl lying on a bed facing away from the camera. As Carla watched
the action on the screen she new almost instantly that it was Fran in her
bed, wearing her nightgown and fucking herself with her vibrator, but she
also new that most people could easily be convinced that it was her they
were watching. When Steve made his appearance on the screen Carla took a deep breath, and a
quick glance at her brother's crotch. She had no idea he was that...mature.
Everyone in the room watched the screen with rapt attention as Steve fucked
his faux sister. Carla tore her eyes away from the screen long enough to
notice that everyone in the room, both male and female, were stroking their
crotches. Giving into her lust Carla pushed her hand between her legs and
imagined that it really was her under her brother's sweaty body. Yes, Carla
thought as she watched Fran rubbing Steve's cum on her vibrator, I will fuck
my self with his cum. The show ended, and Carla realized that everyone else was watching her,
waiting for her reaction. Carla's lust subsided to be replaced with
humiliation, humiliation and anger. Her face burned red, Carla drew her
self up to her full height. "How dare you..." She started. Dave picked up the stack of pictures and
started walking towards the door. "...where are you going with those?"
Carla finished, her anger being replaced by panic. "If you don't shut up and do exactly as you are told," Dave walked towards
her menacingly, "I'm going to pin them up to every bulletin board on the
campus." Carla seemed to visibly deflate, then collapsed onto the bleacher
sobbing. "OK," Carla sniffed through her tears, "just please don't let anyone see
those." Dave sat beside Carla while Fran sat down on her other side. They
both put their arms around her. "Here is what you are going to do..."
Carla left the gym, sniffing and desperately trying to think of some way to
get out of what she had just been told she had to do. As soon as she was
gone Dave, Fran, Steve and Vickie turned the video back on and watched the
whole show again. Vickie had her hand down Steve's trousers stroking his
hard cock. Fran, while performing the same service for her brother,
whispered in his ear until he nodded his ascent, then concentrated on her
main duties between his legs. After Fran and Vickie licked their hands
clean Fran grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him towards the gym door. "Vickie," Fran shouted over her shoulder, "you go home with Dave." Then she
turned and began to hurry Steve out the door. "Where," Steve asked as Fran pushed and pulled him towards the parking lot,
"are we going?" "Back to your house." Fran answered still trying to hurry him up. "And we
have to get there before Carla." Under Fran's continued urgings to 'hurry
up' Steve drove them back to his house and parked, once again, around the
corner. Fran explained to Steve, while he drove, what she was hopping to
accomplish. When they got to his house Fran and Steve rushed up to his
bedroom and, after quickly stripping scrunched them selves into his closet
and closed the door. Standing in Steve's closet, their naked bodies rubbing against each other,
their excitement built and Steve's hard cock was already inside Fran's hot
wet cunt by the time they heard Carla come into her bedroom. Taking turns
peaking through the small hole, Fran and Steve gently and quietly fucked
each other as they prepared to watch Steve's sister. Carla looked into her brother's room, including behind the door, to insure
he was not their this time, then went into her bedroom and sat sobbing on
her bed. After the tears ran dry she lay on her bed and caressed herself
over her clothes. As her excitement built Carla slowly removed her blouse,
then her bra, next her skirt then finally her panties. As each part of her
body came into view it received special attention from her roving hands.
While Steve and Fran fucked and took turns watching Carla spread her legs
and fucked her fingers in and out of her wet cunt while she rubbed little
circles around her clitoris with her other hand. Steve held Fran tightly and felt every twitch and quiver of her cunt as she
came with his cock buried deeply inside her. Fran's spasming cunt muscles
milked Steve's cock as it jerked inside her and spewed its sticky fluid deep
in her. They both sighed deeply and kissed their tongues dancing in each
other's mouths, as the smell of their fresh sex mixed with the smell of
stale cum from the wall. As their breathing slowed Fran and Steve, their bodies still joined once
again took turns peaking at Carla through the wall. Carla, her own first
orgasm subsiding got up from the bed and retrieved her vibrator. Sitting on
the bed Carla brought the plastic implement up to her nose and gently
sniffed, trying to detect some indication of either Steve or Fran's sex
scent. After a few sniffs, Carla extended her tongue gingerly and licked at
the tip of the vibrator. Her tentative licks quickly grew to vibrator
engulfing slurps as she sucked on her plastic tool like it was a cock,
obviously enjoying the taste of her bothers cum and Fran's cunt. Steve's cock remained hard after his orgasm and Fran and he continued gently
and quietly fucking as they watched Carla lean back on the bed and insert
the now saliva coated vibrator into her wide open wet cunt. Their sweaty
naked bodies rubbing against each other the smell of fresh, and stale, sex,
the sight of Carla fucking herself quickly brought both Fran and Steve to
another peak of orgasmic pleasure. Fran quietly dropped to her knees and took Steve's half-hard cum covered
cock into her mouth as Steve continued to watch his sister masturbating with
her favorite vibrator. Watching Carla fucked the vibrator in and out of her
wet cunt with ever-increasing speed and force, Steve grabbed handfuls of
Fran's hair and fucked his now re-invigorated cock deep into her willing
throat. Remembering Steve's preferences Fran fucked a finger into her cunt for
lubrication then pushed it into Steve's quivering ass. As she fucked her
finger in and out of his ass in time to his cock fucking in and out of her
mouth Fran could hear Steve's whispered moans 'Take my cock Carla, take all
of me, eat my cum'. As Fran added a second finger to the one fucking
Steve's ass she just barely heard through the wall as Carla screamed out her
orgasmic joy. "Oh god fuck me Steve, fuck your sis, give me your hot cum." Fran jammed
her fingers all the way into Steve's ass and felt his cock twitch as it
erupted in her mouth. After swallowing his cum Fran pushed the closet door
open and sat on Steve's bed. Steve, sweaty and exhausted, sat down beside
her. "I'm going to leave now." Fran whispered to Steve. "If I were you I'd go in
there and fuck Carla. Fuck her long and hard." Fran looked at Steve's
blushing face then after kissing him tenderly on the cheek quietly got
dressed and tiptoed from the room, then out of the house.
The next morning everyone in the house was excited. Fran and Dave had
gotten up early and, after their now traditional 'good morning' fuck began
to get things ready for the pep rally. Fran returned to her room and
awakened Vickie. After 'allowing' her to lick Dave's still dripping cum
from her cunt Fran dispatched Vickie down to the kitchen to fix breakfast
for everyone. Having heard Dave's enthusiastic description of their
mother's activities the previous day, Fran decided to let her mom sleep in
this morning. After breakfast Fran and Vickie piled into Dave's car with two sports bags
full of equipment and headed off to school, laughing and giggling with
anticipation. Arriving at school, Dave parked his car then the three of
them headed to the auditorium. Carla, true to her promise was waiting for
them at the back door. As they entered the building Carla leaned over close
to Fran "Thank you." She whispered then hurried into the auditorium.
The school was buzzing with rumors. Something big was going to happen at
the pep rally. Finally third period arrived and the student body packed
themselves into the auditorium with eager excitement. The cheerleaders ran
down the isles and up onto the stage. They did their cheers. The team and
the coach followed. The team captain spoke to the student body, the quarter
back spoke to the student body, and the coach spoke to the student body. The student body was beginning to get restless. Many of the kids who never
attend these functions regularly were beginning to get rowdy. Shouts went
up the students began to stamp their feet and clap their hands in unison.
They were not going to listen to any more coaches, or team captains, or
quarterbacks. They weren't going to watch any more cheers, well maybe if
the cheerleaders stripped first. The rising level of noise was quelled by
the sudden blackening of the room as the lights went out. A single spotlight hit the curtain with glaring intensity. The curtain
slowly parted revealing an almost nude figure. A mummer went through the
crowd as the watchers tried to determine the identity of the girl. The girl
stood strait and tall, her head was covered with a mask that turned into a
headdress with a thick flowing main running down her back. A black leather
rod extended from each side of her mouth. Through a ring on each side of
the rod leather rains ran down her front to nipple clamps which were affixed
to her tightly crinkled nipples. The girl war black boots and held her
black gloved hands close on each side of her breasts. Her hands were
tightly fisted and held bent forward to emulate horse hooves. The Horse Girl's stomach was bare and her dark pubic patch glistened in the
bright spotlight. The rains were pulled by some still unseen person making
her nipples stretch and her breasts bounce. The curtain opened and the
spotlight enlarged to reveal the Horse Girl's 'trainer'. The 'trainer' also
wore a mask with a headdress of tall feathers. She also wore black boots
and was otherwise nude. The trainer's smoothly shaved cunt stood out in
contrast to the Hors Girl's healthy growth of almost black pubic hair. The trainer pulled on the rains with one hand and swatted the Horse Girl's
stomach with a riding crop. When the Horse Girl turned and began to prance
across the stage a large flowing horsetail came into view. The tail bounced
and shimmered as the Horse Girl pranced to one side of the stage then turned
and pranced to the other side. The trainer crossed the stage staying with
the Horse Girl and showering her body with blows from the riding crop. The crowed cheered and applauded the performance. The Horse Girl and her
trainer could hear the shouted comments about their breasts, stomachs,
thighs and butts. Their bodies glistened with sweat as the trainer moved
the Horse Girl back and forth across the stage four times before bringing
her to a halt center stage. The Horse Girls body was covered with red welts
where the riding crop blows had fallen. The trainer tuned the Horse Girl so her back was to the audience. On
command the Horse Girl spread her legs then bend over from the waist and
placed her hands on the stage between her feet. As the Horse Girl assumed
the required position the spotlight narrowed until only her butt and spread
thighs could be seen. The Horse Girls skin seemed to glow white in the
bright spotlight. Cheers and shouted comments came from the audience as
they realized that the horsetail was attached to a butt plug planted firmly
in the Horse Girls ass. A flick of the riding crop on her left butt cheek started the Horse Girl
swinging her butt. The horse tail swung to the side, revealing her open wet
cunt to the gaze of the student audience, then it swung back momentarily
hiding the glistening pink female flesh before it would swing to the other
side once again exposing the Horse Girls most private opening. The Horse Girl stopped swinging her butt. The trainer pulled the horse tail
to the side and just as the riding crop pushed the girls swollen wet cunt
lips apart, the lights suddenly went black. Moments later the house lights
came back on and a wave of, mostly, male students pushed their way onto the
stage shouting and looking for the two girls. High above the stage standing
in the shadows on a catwalk the 'Horse Girl' and her 'trainer' held each
other as they watched the boys scurrying back and forth below looking for
them. The 'Horse Girl' gave her 'trainer' a hug. "Sorry I was so mean to you the other day." Carla said softly. "That's OK." Fran said returning her hug then touching her cheek softly.
Carla smiled weakly back at Fran. Fran allowed her hand to drop from
Carla's cheek to rest on Carla's breast. "You make a really sexy 'horse'"
Fran leaned forward and kissed Carla on the lips. Carla stiffened and tried
to pull back. Fran ran her hand down Carla's sweaty body as she kissed her
neck with growing passion. Carla's body relaxed as Fran's fingers found her
wet open cunt and slipped into her with no resistance. "Feels like this
made you as hot as it made me." Fran continued between kisses. Fran ran a line of kisses down between Carla's sweaty breasts then across
her stomach and through her black pubic hair. Fran pushed Carla back
against the catwalk railing and after lifting Carla's legs over her
shoulders, buried her tongue in Carla's waiting cunt. Carla reached out on
both sides of her and held onto the catwalk railing for dear life as she
rested her feet on the lower railing on the opposite side of the catwalk. Fran, wondering if Carla shared her brother's interest in anal stimulation,
worked one finger tip gently into her rear opening as she fucked her tongue
forcefully in and out of Carla's wet cunt and rubbed her nose up and down
across Carla's clitoris. Carla responded by fucking herself up and down on
Fran's extended finger as she held onto the railing and rubbed her cunt on
Fran's face. "Oh God yes." Carla moaned as the Catwalk began to squeak and sway with her
violent fucking motions. "Yes...yes...yesssssssssssssss" Carla's body
wrenched violently three or for times forcing her cunt against Fran's face
as a gut twisting wave of orgasmic pleasure went through her body. Both
girls collapsed on the floor of the catwalk smiling and touching each other
tenderly. "I'd like it if you'd come to my mom's wedding on Saturday." Fran spoke
softly to her new friend. Fran grinned at Carla "Steve will be there." End part 12
-- The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish I wish he'd go away. --
sister's masturbatory moans he jumped up from the bed and moved to the
window where the cameras were still set up and ready to go. "Hey, I've got a great idea." Fran stopped her breast rubbing and moaning
and turned toward Steve with a questioning look. "You go down to the patio
and do yourself on the lounge and I'll film it on the same tape with Carla." "Well..." Fran responded questioningly. "Hey, it's ok." Steve assured her. "This tape is going directly to Dave."
Steve looked over at Fran. "Really, I won't even get a copy of it." "OK" Fran finally agreed with a grin. Then stood up and walked towards the
door. "Oo...Oo...I got a great idea." Steve said grabbing her arm and pulling her
to a stop. "Follow me." He demanded as he pulled Fran out of his room and
to the door to Carla's room. "Hang on." Steve said after he wiggled the
locked doorknob. "I'll be right back with my key." Steve returned from his
room with a screwdriver. Getting down on one knee Steve examined the shaft
of the doorknob closely then placed the screw driver blade carefully against
it. One sharp 'thunk' of his palm against the screwdriver handle and the
knob popped off of Carla's bedroom door and spun on the floor. Steve stuck
the blade into the hollow shaft and twisted the screwdriver. Just as Fran
heard the hollow thump of the inside knob popping out of the locked position
the door swung open and Steve led Fran into his sister's room. Steve opened
the top drawer of Carla's dresser and fished around behind her panties until
his hand emerged holding a large vibrator. "Why don't you use her very own personal vibrator." Steve suggested as he
turned to grin at Fran. "Carla makes a big deal about being a virgin." Fran said thoughtfully as she
took the vibrator from Steve and stroked it as if it was a cock. "It's
obvious her virginity is just a technicality." Anxious to get the filming
started Steve took Fran by the arm and tried to pull her from the room.
Steve's arm seemed to stretch then pull him back into the room as Fran stood
motionless in deep thought. "I've got a better idea..." Fran informed Steve Steve listened to Fran's plan with growing excitement, and a growing dick.
Yes, he thought repeatedly as she gave instructions, yes yes. Steve,
ignoring his naked and erect state, ran out into the back yard and collected
the microphone. Then, after collecting the cameras and some lights he
rushed back to his sister's room. God, he thought as he stopped to stroke
his throbbing cock every few minutes, this is going to be fucking great. When Steve re-entered Carla's room he found Fran dressed in his sister's
favorite nightgown. Lying on the bed with her back to the door and the
pillow hiding her hair, Fran looked very much like Carla. Steve set up the
lights, then the video camera. "Are you ready?" He asked the girl on the bed as he set the microphone down
on the dresser, just out of the camera's frame. He heard a muffled 'Uh-hu'
from the bed and turned on the video camera. "OK, action." Steve picked up
the still camera and began to snap pictures with his left hand while he
stroked himself with his right. Fran slowly turned onto her back and, keeping her head hidden by the pillow
ran her hands over her nightgown-covered breasts, then down her stomach to
her thighs. Doing her best 'Carla moan', Fran slowly pulled the night gown
off her thighs then, after slowly lifting and spreading her legs, began to
rub her cunt in slow circles with her open hand. Fran rubbed her wet cunt
and large sensitive clitoris while carefully keeping her legs at the proper
angle to hide her smooth shaved pussy from the camera. Reaching over her head Fran retrieved the vibrator from the bedside table.
After flipping the switch to 'high' she began to rub it over her hard, still
nightgown-covered, nipples. Fran ran the vibrator down her stomach and
began to run little circles around her clitoris with the vibrating plastic
appliance. Her moans grew deeper and more raucous but continued to sound
remarkably like Carla's. "Oh God," Fran almost shouted as she slipped the vibrator into her open wet
cunt. Still trying to sound like Carla, Fran continued. "Fuck me Steve.
Fuck you're sister." Steve's cock throbbed when he heard Fran say 'fuck
your sister'. Steve continued to tape Fran's impersonation of his sister
fucking herself with her vibrator for another five minutes before the strain
got too much for him and he abandoned the still camera to join Fran on the
bed. "Fuck me Steve, oh god fuck me." Fran yelled as he climbed onto the bed,
making only a token effort to continue impersonating Carla through her own
very real lust. "Oh God, yes." Fran shouted as Steve's cock slipped into
her dripping cunt. "That feels so fucking good." Steve pushed the nightgown
up baring Fran's breasts and hard nipples for his eager sucking mouth. Fran
and Steve, wanting to perpetuate the illusion that she was Carla, continued
to hide her head and her hairless cunt while they fucked for the camera. "Fill your sister with incestuous cum brother." Fran demanded through her
orgasmic moans as she felt Steve's body tighten and his cock twitch, filling
her hot cunt with his thick white liquid. "Oh god yes," Fran continued, "I
love fucking my brother." She finished honestly. Steve and Fran lay in each other's arms for a few minutes catching their
breaths. Then Steve, his softening cock still dripping cum, climbed out of
the bed and walked behind the camera. Fran ran her hands slowly over her
crotch and thighs, rubbing the sex juices into her skin and moaning soft
relaxed 'after orgasm' moans. "I never knew how much fun it could be to fuck my own brother." She said
still hiding her head from the camera. "Until I tried it." After a moment
for dramatic effect Fran peeked over the edge of the pillow directly into
the camera lens. "And you should try it too Carla." Fran winked at the
camera before continuing "Steve is one hell of a good fuck." Fran picked up
Carla's vibrator and looked at it critically. "Much better than this nasty
old vibrator." Fran swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. After spreading
her legs Fran ran the vibrator up and down her smooth, shaved cunt. "I'll
load it up with Steve's cum for you." Fran leaned her head back enjoying
the feel of the vibrator tip penetrating slightly between her wet cunt lips.
"So Carla," Fran continued as she stared into the camera lens once again,
her hand still moving the vibrator over her pussy. "By the time you see this
tape you'll have already fucked your brother, at least symbolically." Fran
grinned at the camera. "And I've pretty well fucked you now, symbolically
of course." Fran's grin spread across her face. "Just remember, the best
is yet to come." Steve turned off the video camera and the two of them began to laugh almost
hysterically. As the laughter died down they put the cameras back into
Steve's room and straightened Carla's room. "I hope she doesn't wash that before she uses it." Fran said as Steve
returned the vibrator to its place at the back of Carla's panty drawer. "No, she always washes it when she's done." Steve answered automatically
then stopped with his hand half way out of his sister's panty drawer to look
over at Fran who was appraising him thoughtfully. "And just how do you know so much about your sister's masturbation habits?"
Fran asked putting on a mock maternal sternness. She almost giggled when
Steve blushed and stared at the floor before answering. "I'll show you." He said with obvious embarrassment as he closed his
sister's panty drawer and took Fran back into his own room. Taking Fran into
his closet Steve closed the door behind them. Fran heard Steve moving some
clothes to the side and saw what looked like a small bright light. "Put you
eye up to it." Steve suggested. Fran moved her head closer to the back
wall of the closet and found her self looking through a small hole directly
at Carla's bed. "I've been watching Carla masturbate almost my whole life."
Fran could hear Steve's embarrassment in his simple statement. As Steve opened the closet door Fran looked below the hole to verify the
existence of what appeared to be several years worth of cum stain build up
on the wall. Then she smiled at Steve and rubbed her still naked body
against his as she pushed her way out of the smell closet. "To bad you couldn't sneak me in there some night." Fran teased him with a
grin. "Then you would have a better place to leave your cum than on the
wall." Steve's blush seemed to spread over his entire body. "You really do
want to fuck your sister, don't you?" Fran's voice became serious as she
asked the question. Steve's all over blush darkened. "Yes..." he paused not sure if he should really admit such a thing. "Yes, I
do, I've always wanted to fuck her." Fran stepped over to Steve and touched
his face gently. "I could tell." Fran leaned close to him and kissed him on
the lips. "I won't tell anyone." She promised. "Not even Dave or Vickie."
Steve smiled at her weakly. "Thank you." "But," Fran suddenly grinned at him again, "if you ever want help making
that dream come true," Fran winked at him then continued, "we'd be the best
ones for the job." Steve returned her grin "I'll let you know." Steve looked around the room to make sure everything
was put back in its place. "We'd better get dressed and get back to school."
Fran took on an exaggerated 'slut' persona and rubbed her breasts against
his chest then peered up at him. "Are you sure you don't want me to be Carla for one more fuck first?" Steve
reached down and kneaded her buttocks with both hands. "No, but if you'll be yourself I'd love to fuck you again before we leave."
Fran wiggled her naked body against his. "Deal." She said as she pushed her lips against his and slithered her tongue
into his waiting mouth.
Vickie left the Coach's office with his cum still dripping down her thighs.
Having missed first period she headed for her second period class hoping to
catch a glimpse of Fran. Vickie wanted to see her best friend/mistress at
least long enough to determine whether she was really mad or not. Fran was
not with the kids leaving the Geometry class. Damn, Vickie thought, as she
looked around then headed for her next room. She was immediately stopped by
two of the boys who had been present the previous Saturday when Fran's cunt
had been shaved. "Aren't you supposed to be handing out some contest forms?" one of them
asked. God, Vickie thought as she dug contest forms out of the front pocket
of her backpack, word sure spreads fast around this school. "The 'Why I Want to Whip Vickie' Essay Contest" one of them read off the
form. "Do we get to fuck you also?" he asked blocking her way. "I don't know." Vickie answered trying to push her way past him. "That's up
to Fran." "You mean," He continued still blocking her path, "that having permission to
fuck Fran doesn't extend to you?" "I know," Vickie said pulling her self up to her full five foot two height,
"that without Fran's permission the only way you'll get to fuck me is to
rape me." "That," the other boy chimed in, "is not an entirely unpleasant idea."
Vickie, having just had the same thought, paused for a moment then, shaking
her head 'no' pushed past the boys and hurried to her English class. Vickie spent a worried and frustrating day, handing out contest forms and
wondering what had happened to her best friend/mistress. Then, just as she
was about to go into Mr. Roberts' American History class Fran and Steve
suddenly appeared and sweeping her up with them headed to the gym. "Where..." Vickie started to ask. "Shh..." Fran silenced her. "I'll explain it all to you later." They
entered the gym and after joining Dave at the far end, handed him the
videotape and pictures. "There's some..." Fran began to explain. "Shh..." Dave silenced her. "We don't have time, Carla's coming right now."
Just as he finished the door opened and Carla stepped from the bright
sunlight into the cool gym. After taking two or three steps Carla stopped
and looked around. "What's going on here?" she demanded. "I was told that Ms. Marshal wanted
to see me." "Come on over here." Dave instructed. "Oh no you don't." Carla backed up towards the door. "I'm leaving. I'm not
going to get close to you guys." "I think you'd better look at this picture first." Dave warned stopping her
before she opened the door. "It's a picture of you and, what's your dog's
name 'Buster'?" Carla froze in her tracks a faint 'Oh god' was heard from
her direction before she turned and walked slowly across the gym. Carla
took the stack of pictures and looked through them with trembling fingers. "Oh god, you can't" she moaned softly as tears began to roll down her
cheeks. "It's not what it looks like." "It's not?" Dave asked with mock concern. "Well let's watch this video tape
and see if it sheds any light on the topic." Dave pushed the video cartridge
into the player and turned on the monitor. Carla stood in stunned silence,
occasionally shooting alternately threatening and pleading glances at the
people around her, especially her brother. Then sank slowly to sit on the
bleacher as the video showed her putting Buster back into his run and
walking naked back to the house. "Wait." Fran almost shouted when Dave reached for the stop button. "There is
more." How could there be more Carla wondered, I came back to school after
that. As they watched the screen flickered several times then came to life
showing a girl lying on a bed facing away from the camera. As Carla watched
the action on the screen she new almost instantly that it was Fran in her
bed, wearing her nightgown and fucking herself with her vibrator, but she
also new that most people could easily be convinced that it was her they
were watching. When Steve made his appearance on the screen Carla took a deep breath, and a
quick glance at her brother's crotch. She had no idea he was that...mature.
Everyone in the room watched the screen with rapt attention as Steve fucked
his faux sister. Carla tore her eyes away from the screen long enough to
notice that everyone in the room, both male and female, were stroking their
crotches. Giving into her lust Carla pushed her hand between her legs and
imagined that it really was her under her brother's sweaty body. Yes, Carla
thought as she watched Fran rubbing Steve's cum on her vibrator, I will fuck
my self with his cum. The show ended, and Carla realized that everyone else was watching her,
waiting for her reaction. Carla's lust subsided to be replaced with
humiliation, humiliation and anger. Her face burned red, Carla drew her
self up to her full height. "How dare you..." She started. Dave picked up the stack of pictures and
started walking towards the door. "...where are you going with those?"
Carla finished, her anger being replaced by panic. "If you don't shut up and do exactly as you are told," Dave walked towards
her menacingly, "I'm going to pin them up to every bulletin board on the
campus." Carla seemed to visibly deflate, then collapsed onto the bleacher
sobbing. "OK," Carla sniffed through her tears, "just please don't let anyone see
those." Dave sat beside Carla while Fran sat down on her other side. They
both put their arms around her. "Here is what you are going to do..."
Carla left the gym, sniffing and desperately trying to think of some way to
get out of what she had just been told she had to do. As soon as she was
gone Dave, Fran, Steve and Vickie turned the video back on and watched the
whole show again. Vickie had her hand down Steve's trousers stroking his
hard cock. Fran, while performing the same service for her brother,
whispered in his ear until he nodded his ascent, then concentrated on her
main duties between his legs. After Fran and Vickie licked their hands
clean Fran grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him towards the gym door. "Vickie," Fran shouted over her shoulder, "you go home with Dave." Then she
turned and began to hurry Steve out the door. "Where," Steve asked as Fran pushed and pulled him towards the parking lot,
"are we going?" "Back to your house." Fran answered still trying to hurry him up. "And we
have to get there before Carla." Under Fran's continued urgings to 'hurry
up' Steve drove them back to his house and parked, once again, around the
corner. Fran explained to Steve, while he drove, what she was hopping to
accomplish. When they got to his house Fran and Steve rushed up to his
bedroom and, after quickly stripping scrunched them selves into his closet
and closed the door. Standing in Steve's closet, their naked bodies rubbing against each other,
their excitement built and Steve's hard cock was already inside Fran's hot
wet cunt by the time they heard Carla come into her bedroom. Taking turns
peaking through the small hole, Fran and Steve gently and quietly fucked
each other as they prepared to watch Steve's sister. Carla looked into her brother's room, including behind the door, to insure
he was not their this time, then went into her bedroom and sat sobbing on
her bed. After the tears ran dry she lay on her bed and caressed herself
over her clothes. As her excitement built Carla slowly removed her blouse,
then her bra, next her skirt then finally her panties. As each part of her
body came into view it received special attention from her roving hands.
While Steve and Fran fucked and took turns watching Carla spread her legs
and fucked her fingers in and out of her wet cunt while she rubbed little
circles around her clitoris with her other hand. Steve held Fran tightly and felt every twitch and quiver of her cunt as she
came with his cock buried deeply inside her. Fran's spasming cunt muscles
milked Steve's cock as it jerked inside her and spewed its sticky fluid deep
in her. They both sighed deeply and kissed their tongues dancing in each
other's mouths, as the smell of their fresh sex mixed with the smell of
stale cum from the wall. As their breathing slowed Fran and Steve, their bodies still joined once
again took turns peaking at Carla through the wall. Carla, her own first
orgasm subsiding got up from the bed and retrieved her vibrator. Sitting on
the bed Carla brought the plastic implement up to her nose and gently
sniffed, trying to detect some indication of either Steve or Fran's sex
scent. After a few sniffs, Carla extended her tongue gingerly and licked at
the tip of the vibrator. Her tentative licks quickly grew to vibrator
engulfing slurps as she sucked on her plastic tool like it was a cock,
obviously enjoying the taste of her bothers cum and Fran's cunt. Steve's cock remained hard after his orgasm and Fran and he continued gently
and quietly fucking as they watched Carla lean back on the bed and insert
the now saliva coated vibrator into her wide open wet cunt. Their sweaty
naked bodies rubbing against each other the smell of fresh, and stale, sex,
the sight of Carla fucking herself quickly brought both Fran and Steve to
another peak of orgasmic pleasure. Fran quietly dropped to her knees and took Steve's half-hard cum covered
cock into her mouth as Steve continued to watch his sister masturbating with
her favorite vibrator. Watching Carla fucked the vibrator in and out of her
wet cunt with ever-increasing speed and force, Steve grabbed handfuls of
Fran's hair and fucked his now re-invigorated cock deep into her willing
throat. Remembering Steve's preferences Fran fucked a finger into her cunt for
lubrication then pushed it into Steve's quivering ass. As she fucked her
finger in and out of his ass in time to his cock fucking in and out of her
mouth Fran could hear Steve's whispered moans 'Take my cock Carla, take all
of me, eat my cum'. As Fran added a second finger to the one fucking
Steve's ass she just barely heard through the wall as Carla screamed out her
orgasmic joy. "Oh god fuck me Steve, fuck your sis, give me your hot cum." Fran jammed
her fingers all the way into Steve's ass and felt his cock twitch as it
erupted in her mouth. After swallowing his cum Fran pushed the closet door
open and sat on Steve's bed. Steve, sweaty and exhausted, sat down beside
her. "I'm going to leave now." Fran whispered to Steve. "If I were you I'd go in
there and fuck Carla. Fuck her long and hard." Fran looked at Steve's
blushing face then after kissing him tenderly on the cheek quietly got
dressed and tiptoed from the room, then out of the house.
The next morning everyone in the house was excited. Fran and Dave had
gotten up early and, after their now traditional 'good morning' fuck began
to get things ready for the pep rally. Fran returned to her room and
awakened Vickie. After 'allowing' her to lick Dave's still dripping cum
from her cunt Fran dispatched Vickie down to the kitchen to fix breakfast
for everyone. Having heard Dave's enthusiastic description of their
mother's activities the previous day, Fran decided to let her mom sleep in
this morning. After breakfast Fran and Vickie piled into Dave's car with two sports bags
full of equipment and headed off to school, laughing and giggling with
anticipation. Arriving at school, Dave parked his car then the three of
them headed to the auditorium. Carla, true to her promise was waiting for
them at the back door. As they entered the building Carla leaned over close
to Fran "Thank you." She whispered then hurried into the auditorium.
The school was buzzing with rumors. Something big was going to happen at
the pep rally. Finally third period arrived and the student body packed
themselves into the auditorium with eager excitement. The cheerleaders ran
down the isles and up onto the stage. They did their cheers. The team and
the coach followed. The team captain spoke to the student body, the quarter
back spoke to the student body, and the coach spoke to the student body. The student body was beginning to get restless. Many of the kids who never
attend these functions regularly were beginning to get rowdy. Shouts went
up the students began to stamp their feet and clap their hands in unison.
They were not going to listen to any more coaches, or team captains, or
quarterbacks. They weren't going to watch any more cheers, well maybe if
the cheerleaders stripped first. The rising level of noise was quelled by
the sudden blackening of the room as the lights went out. A single spotlight hit the curtain with glaring intensity. The curtain
slowly parted revealing an almost nude figure. A mummer went through the
crowd as the watchers tried to determine the identity of the girl. The girl
stood strait and tall, her head was covered with a mask that turned into a
headdress with a thick flowing main running down her back. A black leather
rod extended from each side of her mouth. Through a ring on each side of
the rod leather rains ran down her front to nipple clamps which were affixed
to her tightly crinkled nipples. The girl war black boots and held her
black gloved hands close on each side of her breasts. Her hands were
tightly fisted and held bent forward to emulate horse hooves. The Horse Girl's stomach was bare and her dark pubic patch glistened in the
bright spotlight. The rains were pulled by some still unseen person making
her nipples stretch and her breasts bounce. The curtain opened and the
spotlight enlarged to reveal the Horse Girl's 'trainer'. The 'trainer' also
wore a mask with a headdress of tall feathers. She also wore black boots
and was otherwise nude. The trainer's smoothly shaved cunt stood out in
contrast to the Hors Girl's healthy growth of almost black pubic hair. The trainer pulled on the rains with one hand and swatted the Horse Girl's
stomach with a riding crop. When the Horse Girl turned and began to prance
across the stage a large flowing horsetail came into view. The tail bounced
and shimmered as the Horse Girl pranced to one side of the stage then turned
and pranced to the other side. The trainer crossed the stage staying with
the Horse Girl and showering her body with blows from the riding crop. The crowed cheered and applauded the performance. The Horse Girl and her
trainer could hear the shouted comments about their breasts, stomachs,
thighs and butts. Their bodies glistened with sweat as the trainer moved
the Horse Girl back and forth across the stage four times before bringing
her to a halt center stage. The Horse Girls body was covered with red welts
where the riding crop blows had fallen. The trainer tuned the Horse Girl so her back was to the audience. On
command the Horse Girl spread her legs then bend over from the waist and
placed her hands on the stage between her feet. As the Horse Girl assumed
the required position the spotlight narrowed until only her butt and spread
thighs could be seen. The Horse Girls skin seemed to glow white in the
bright spotlight. Cheers and shouted comments came from the audience as
they realized that the horsetail was attached to a butt plug planted firmly
in the Horse Girls ass. A flick of the riding crop on her left butt cheek started the Horse Girl
swinging her butt. The horse tail swung to the side, revealing her open wet
cunt to the gaze of the student audience, then it swung back momentarily
hiding the glistening pink female flesh before it would swing to the other
side once again exposing the Horse Girls most private opening. The Horse Girl stopped swinging her butt. The trainer pulled the horse tail
to the side and just as the riding crop pushed the girls swollen wet cunt
lips apart, the lights suddenly went black. Moments later the house lights
came back on and a wave of, mostly, male students pushed their way onto the
stage shouting and looking for the two girls. High above the stage standing
in the shadows on a catwalk the 'Horse Girl' and her 'trainer' held each
other as they watched the boys scurrying back and forth below looking for
them. The 'Horse Girl' gave her 'trainer' a hug. "Sorry I was so mean to you the other day." Carla said softly. "That's OK." Fran said returning her hug then touching her cheek softly.
Carla smiled weakly back at Fran. Fran allowed her hand to drop from
Carla's cheek to rest on Carla's breast. "You make a really sexy 'horse'"
Fran leaned forward and kissed Carla on the lips. Carla stiffened and tried
to pull back. Fran ran her hand down Carla's sweaty body as she kissed her
neck with growing passion. Carla's body relaxed as Fran's fingers found her
wet open cunt and slipped into her with no resistance. "Feels like this
made you as hot as it made me." Fran continued between kisses. Fran ran a line of kisses down between Carla's sweaty breasts then across
her stomach and through her black pubic hair. Fran pushed Carla back
against the catwalk railing and after lifting Carla's legs over her
shoulders, buried her tongue in Carla's waiting cunt. Carla reached out on
both sides of her and held onto the catwalk railing for dear life as she
rested her feet on the lower railing on the opposite side of the catwalk. Fran, wondering if Carla shared her brother's interest in anal stimulation,
worked one finger tip gently into her rear opening as she fucked her tongue
forcefully in and out of Carla's wet cunt and rubbed her nose up and down
across Carla's clitoris. Carla responded by fucking herself up and down on
Fran's extended finger as she held onto the railing and rubbed her cunt on
Fran's face. "Oh God yes." Carla moaned as the Catwalk began to squeak and sway with her
violent fucking motions. "Yes...yes...yesssssssssssssss" Carla's body
wrenched violently three or for times forcing her cunt against Fran's face
as a gut twisting wave of orgasmic pleasure went through her body. Both
girls collapsed on the floor of the catwalk smiling and touching each other
tenderly. "I'd like it if you'd come to my mom's wedding on Saturday." Fran spoke
softly to her new friend. Fran grinned at Carla "Steve will be there." End part 12
-- The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish I wish he'd go away. --
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