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Life as a good little girl.

Maxine — Tue, 29 Sep 2015 23:02:29 GMT

Maxine:

ANAL ADVENTURE! (Lots and lots of ass!)

THIS STORY IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, BY NO MEANS SHOULD ANY OF THIS STORY BE RECREATED IN REAL LIFE, AND TO DO SO WOULD BE NOT MY INTENT.

This story may contain extreme content. If this is not to your liking, this story may not be for you.

You are an innocent young woman. you have just woken up after a good nights sleep and step out of your bed, after sleeping naked. not in a sexual way, but just because you find any kind of clothing uncomfortable in bed, and so you always decide against them. You yawn and stretch to start your day. You then walk up to your mirror, you're looking at yourself and assessing your body. You are..

[[18 year old red-head Sophie. With large 34DD tits and a perfect round ass.]]

[[11 year old brunette Stephanie. Your breasts have only just started to come in, but you have a nice butt.]]

[[21 year old blonde Megan. You are a good Christian girl with 36DD tits and a big bubble butt.]]

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Life as a good little girl/The girls get even meaner

Maxine — Fri, 21 Aug 2015 21:11:54 GMT

Maxine:

As the minutes drag on the girls only get worse. Someone's fingers, you're not sure who, have been idly twisting and rubbing your "eye" nipple for a while now making you increasingly frustrated. But someone decides to start flicking and pinching your other nipple, acts which are intensely more frustrating. You figure that's bad enough until that person's head bobs down and teeth clamp onto your tiny budding breast.

You pump your left leg across the carpet in frustration, the only limb you can move, and whine through your tape. It's almost painful enough to distract you from the toothpaste, but it and Claire's brushing has started to burn along with the cold, a terrible version of icy-hot on your pussy. Even as you feel the teeth marks forming around your nipple, the brushing is much worse.

"Give me a turn, Claire!"

Abruptly the brushing stops. You can fully feel just how pink and sore your clit is getting so you're oh so thankful that it's over. You watch a new girl swap out with Claire, this one with very long pencil straight blonde hair. She seems very happy to position herself between your widely splayed legs taking care to tuck her hair back as she hovers her face very close to your now foaming pussy.

A light smack against your outer lips draws even more of your attention south. Blondie has picked up the toothbrush. But she seems less interested in brushing. She smacks you again with the back of the brush, the light plastic that lands on your crotch more of an attention-getter than a punishment. She giggles to herself, tapping playfully at your sex. It's a welcome change. Even with everything else going on, you'd be happy to remain tied down if this lighthearted experimentation on your privates is all tha-

"No, hit her clit!"

Claire, with helpful advice, plants her hand atop your pelvis and paws at your mound pulling back your folds and fully exposing your clit again. Not two seconds later Blondie taps your button with the toothbrush. Against your vulva the plastic did nothing. Against your bare already-sore clit the plastic stings sharply with a wave of pain and discomfort. Your left leg kicks outward from the knee in reflex. Your right leg tries to do the same but isn't going anywhere with it tied to your arm. Afterward your tiny nub throbs deeply, only made worse by the minty foam. The second hit is no better, sending an intense pulse of shock through your body.

Blondie smacks you again but this time holds the toothbrush in place. She purposefully maneuvers the smooth plastic around your extra-sensitive tip tracing along your folds and dragging it back and forth across your skin. She teases you long enough to make your toes curl then smacks you again.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Grace?"

"Maaaybe," Blondie replies, continuing to tease you. She hasn't taken her eyes off your crotch since getting in front of you.

"I knew Grace was a lesbo," you hear another girl whisper next to you. You look over at her as she writes a paragraph of text along your arm. There's an awful lot to read from her, made harder by how small her letters are. You can only make out small pieces of it including 'gradeschool slut' and 'I love having cocks in' as well as 'let me ruin your sleepover' all of which makes you cringe. Swears and genitals are one thing, but having the evidence of your lewd behavior written on your body in permanent ink is mortifying. But with Grace's exploratory teasing it's hard to care that much abo-

''***SMACK***''

That was a hand. Someone hit you right in th-

''***SMACK***''

Your head is thrown back while your whole body trembles. Tilting your head down in fright you get to watch two different girls each slap your poor pussy in quick succession.

"She still needs a spanking!"

Grace sits disappointed as hands come flying at your crotch from all directions but it doesn't take long for her to join in on the fun. Countless sets of palms and fingers strike at your ass, thighs, and pussy, the fray smearing your minty freshness across all of the girls' hands let alone your lower half. You squeal and writhe in desperation, barely moving yourself inches in any direction.

"Don't spank her so hard!" someone warns. "You're making my dick go crooked!"

Many of the spankers laugh at the comment and lose interest, due more to the mixture of fluids on their digits than the warning. The few that remain include Claire and Grace, both of them fully entertained by your reddening sex.

Amongst the slaps you can feel something enter you awkwardly. For a split second you wonder if it's someone's finger, but the bristles that scrape along your sensitive inner walls quickly contradict that possibility. It goes inside of your very deep, bringing remnants of the toothpaste with it. But strangely (or perhaps thankfully) it comes to a rest inside of you as the pummeling on your pussy continues. Apparently Grace decided to use your cunt as a toothbrush holder. Why couldn't she have turned it around first?

A few of the girls have wandered off to other parts of the room. You worry that they have not actually grown bored of you and have only left to grab something else to punish you with.

The toothpaste is a poor lubricant, but after being spanked for the better part of a minute you're glad it's there. Mixed with your natural wetness it offers your skin some kind of protective barrier. You fear you would feel so much worse right now if they were spanking you dry. Also, the cooling effect is starting to be thoroughly appreciated with how much abuse you've taken.

Your breathing has gotten so heavy from your intense spanking and constant writhing. You push noisy sharp breaths through your nose, dropping your head back onto the carpet as everyone but Grace moves away from your crotch.

"I think she got really turned on by that, Gracie," notes Claire. "Look at how fast her chest is moving!"

You feel Grace's dainty fingers cautiously poke into your slit, pushing and spreading your lips where the brush disappears inside you. "Really? She likes getting spanked?"

You quickly shake your head trying to correct them when Claire reaches up and clamps your nose shut with wet fingers. You try to breathe in but your chest remains still, your lungs unable to expand.

"Just try it... spank her again!"

After a couple seconds of contemplation you feel a halfhearted smack against your pussy mound followed by Claire releasing your nose. You breath deeply trying to make up for the short time you were denied air.

"See! I told you!" Claire points at you.

"But I don't wanna spank her anymore," whines Grace as the tip of a solitary digit runs up and down your slit, pushed just inside of your lips.

"Fine," Claire sighs, giving a parting flick to your nipple before leaving to join some of the others.

There are only a few girls left now, Grace being the most interesting. You focus all of your attention on her musings as she manipulates your mound and spreads your young gash with a lust filled excitement. You're relieved for sensual contact after such a literal assault on your senses. But this blonde girl is something special. With the look on her face you half expect her to lean in the rest of the way and eat you out at any moment. In fact you almost want her to.

Grace finally makes eye contact with you when she realizes you've been staring down at her this whole time. She can't hold your gaze though. Bashfully dropping her head, she circles her finger around your clit, the tight spiral easily working you into a frenzy. Her eyes dart back up to yours, a sly smile on her face.

Without so much as a goodbye, Grace removes the toothbrush from your cunny, matter-of-factly plops it into her mouth, and sucks the tip as she stands.

[[Life as a good little girl/The girls leave you as you are and continue with their slumber party as if nothing happened]]

[[Life as a good little girl/These girls were just regrouping. They're not done with you yet.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany sets you free!]]

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Life as a good little girl/The girls get even meaner

Maxine — Fri, 21 Aug 2015 07:16:43 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'As the minutes drag on the girls only get worse. Someone's fingers, you're not sure who, have been idly twisting and rubbing your "eye" nipple for a while now making you increasi…'

Life as a good little girl/Channel Tiffany some more and tease Mark for being indecisive

Maxine — Fri, 21 Aug 2015 00:53:10 GMT

Maxine:

"Just admit it, Mark," you start, shifting your weight and twisting your hips as you remember something you've heard Tiffany say to a boy before. "You have no idea what to do with a pretty girl, do you?"

Mark dips his head to the side far enough to look down into your eyes, folded over as you are. His gaze is flat and uncaring which is a big change from a moment ago when he still seemed excited.

"Fine."

With startling speed Mark plunges the bulbous head of his cock straight into your asshole. Your body tips forward from the forceful thrust. Off balance, you try to straighten yourself at your waist but Mark has already grabbed onto your lower back and pulled you into him. His hand keeps you bent straight down and prevents your backside from distancing itself from his cock, but he also helps balance you.

"I can prove you wrong," he counters in a dead tone.

Thanks to the extreme angle you're bent over, it feels like Mark's dick is trying to come out of your back. It takes several more thrusts and weighty movements on his behalf to force his cock downward and further into your body instead of bumping against the inside of your spine.

Meanwhile, you can't even breathe. Did your brother's dick just knock the wind out of you? One moment you were partaking in good-natured banter with him and the next... he's fucking your ass. Your brain can hardly comprehend it. But your body responds completely differently. Your rear feels unnaturally stretched and insanely full, but the movement of each of his thrusts is very satisfying. Feeling Mark penetrate you is intoxicating. Feeling his cock slide deeper into your body is wonderful, even addicting. The thin wall separating your ass and vagina allows your sex to sense of his exact length and girth as your empty cock sleeve quickly gets wetter and wetter from the involuntary stimulation.

Eventually your body allows you to breathe again. You draw in air, expecting to finally release the scream that was trapped inside your lungs.

"MAAaaaaarrrk..."

Your voice fades out before you're forced to draw another deep breath, your brief exhalation as much a moan as anything.

You wrap your arms around your legs desperate to hold on to something, but your brother's heavy thrusts prevent you from feeling stable. Instead you reach between your staggered legs and latch onto Mark's ankles pulling yourself as taught as possible, bending yourself as far as your waist will allow you to. This extra bit of pressure only tightens your insides around your brother's meat but the discomfort inside your bum is easily offset by the proportionally stronger stimulation of your vagina.

"I'm s-so full..." Your overloaded mind is unable to articulate anything beyond that simple truth.

"Yea, yeah, yea-ah," groans Mark with every thrust. "Fuckin - dumb - tight - slut..."

Mere moments later Mark yells and bucks into you deeper than ever, slapping his balls against you. You can just barely feel him throb inside you several times then pull back somewhat dramatically, sliding out of you even faster than he went in. Your entire body tenses up as he leaves you, the actions working in tandem to squeeze out the load of spunk he just shot deep into your ass.

Mark isn't done though. He latches onto his cock and fires off several more rounds depositing even more of his seed across the silky surface of your wide bottom. But you can't keep from staring at your asshole, or as much as you can see of it from this absurd angle, as a hefty glob of semen oozes out of you and runs down onto your pussy. The warm wet wad cascading down your lips sends horny tingly sensations from your clit deep inside your pussy.

You stare at it in wonder. You stare at it in perversion. And you stare as the glob drips from your pink lips and smacks you right in the face.

[[Life as a good little girl/Masturbate with your brother's cum]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Ask Mark for his phone now|Getting smacked in the face by semen finally snaps you out of your trance; ask your brother for his phone]]

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Life as a good little girl/Channel Tiffany some more and tease Mark for being indecisive

Maxine — Thu, 20 Aug 2015 06:23:14 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"Just admit it, Mark," you jibe, shifting your weight and twisting your hips. "You have no idea what to do with a pretty girl, do you?" Mark dips his head to the side far enough…'

"Just admit it, Mark," you jibe, shifting your weight and twisting your hips. "You have no idea what to do with a pretty girl, do you?"

Mark dips his head to the side far enough to look down into your eyes, folded over as you are. His gaze is flat and uncaring which is a big change from a moment ago when he still seemed excited.

"Fine."

With startling speed Mark plunges the bulbous head of his cock straight into your asshole. Your body tips forward from the forceful thrust. You try to straighten yourself at your waist but Mark has already grabbed onto your lower back and pulled you into him. His hand keeps you bent straight down and prevents your backside from distancing itself from his cock.

Thanks to the extreme angle you're bent over, it feels like Mark's dick is trying to come out of your back. It takes several more thrusts and weighty movements on his behalf to force his dick downward and further into your body instead of bumping against the inside of your back.

Meanwhile, you can't even breath. Did your brother's dick just knock the wind out of you? One moment you were partaking in good-natured banter with your brother and the next... he's plunging his dick in your ass. Your brain can hardly comprehend it. But your body responds completely differently. Your rear feels unnaturally stretched and insanely full, but the movement of each of his thrusts is very satisfying. Feeling Mark's cock slide into your body is intoxicating, even addicting. The thin wall separating your ass and vagina help your sex to give you a sense of his exact length and girth as your empty cock sleeve quickly gets wetter and wetter from the stimulation.

Eventually your body allows you to breathe again. You draw in air, expecting to finally release the scream that was trapped inside your lungs.

"MAAaaaaarrrk..."

Your voice fades out before you're forced to draw another deep breath, your brief exhalation as much a moan as anything.

You wrap your arms around your legs desperate to hold on to something but your brother's heavy thrusts prevent you from feeling stable. Instead you reach between your legs and latch onto Mark's ankles pulling yourself as taught as possible, bent over as far as your waist will allow you to. This extra bit of pressure only tightens your insides around your brother's meat but the discomfort that comes with that is easily offset by the proportionally stronger stimulation in your vagina.

"I'm s-so full..." Your overloaded mind is unable to articulate anything beyond that simple truth.

"Yea, yeah, yea-ah," groans Mark with every thrust. "Fuckin - dumb - tight - slut..."

Mere moments later Mark yells and bucks into you deeper than ever, pressing his balls against you. You can just barely feel him throb inside you several times then pull back dramatically, sliding out of you even faster than he went in. Your entire body tenses as he leaves you, the actions working in tandem to squeeze out the load he just shot deep in your ass.

Mark isn't done. His dick fires several more times depositing even more of his seed on the outside of your round ass. But you can't keep from staring at your asshole, or as much as you can see of it from this extreme angle, as a hefty glob of semen oozes out and runs down onto your pussy. The warm wet wad cascading down your lips sends horny tingly sensations from your clit deep inside your pussy.

You stare at it in wonder. You stare at it in perversion. You stare at it as the glob drips from your lips and smacks you right in the face.

[[Life as a good little girl/Masturbate with your brother's cum]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Ask Mark for his phone now|Getting smacked in the face by semen finally snaps you out of your trance; ask your brother for his phone]]

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Life as a good little girl/Bend over and spread yourself in front of Mark

Maxine — Thu, 20 Aug 2015 05:05:12 GMT

Maxine:

You take a step forward, gesturing for Mark to take his things from you.

"Fine, but be quick, okay?"

Mark stops touching himself only long enough to take his phone and magazine, but he immediately drops the porno, far more interested in his phone.

You twirl away from your brother tossing your hair with your hands in the process. Kicking your legs out to get ready, uncertain of how much longer this will take, you open your stance then bend forward at your waist. You dip your body all the way down, wrapping your arms around your legs and allowing you to look back up at your brother from underneath yourself. He stands there speechless, clearly impressed by your abilities. Your flexibility always seems to come in handy. But then you also notice that he stopped masturbating.

"Why aren't you... you know." you ask sheepishly. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"Oh, uh... you're not spread."

As equally embarrassed that you forgot something as you are with what you're now doing, you stretch your arms back up to your backside and watch yourself pry at your pussy with your fingers, spreading your puffy lips and exposing the pink folds between them.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah, that's awesome," compliments Mark as he steps closer to you, his phone held quite low.

You can't help but blush from Mark's approval. He never seems to like anything you do. He's too busy teasing you most of the time. So any kind of praise is very welcome. And that little bit of confidence brings out your inner Tiffany.

"What are you waiting for? Come and get it!" you say trying to tease your step-brother, as siblings do.

"Damn, sis. You're kind of a slut, aren't you?"

"I know," you reply. Tiffany tells you so hourly.

However, when Mark decides to press the length of his dick along the length of your cunny you almost jump in fright. Your fingers pop free and your lips press into the sides of his dick. Holding onto his shaft, he presses up into your sex gliding his cock forward between your lips and over your clit.

"Oh, Mark..." you start, trying to find the words to politely tell him to back up.

"Shut up, slut," is his response.

It was extremely shocking having your brother do that without warning. But now that it's happening it doesn't feel so bad. In fact it feels downright incredible. You never imagined a boy's cock could actually feel this good pressing against you. Despite the porn you've watched and stories you've spun, boy parts always seemed a bit... strange. And although this does feel strange, it's also ''amazing''.

You stand perfectly still, allowing your brother to rub himself into your sex over and over. But then he pulls back on his dick, dragging the tip up through your folds until it slips right up to your tight opening. You squeak and tense up when he presses into you, his cock clearly much larger than the entrance of your pussy. But then you realize he's stuck. He's still pulling up on his cock, it just so happens that your tiny hole got in the way. With a little more force, and you rising to your tip-toes, he pops free from your pussy and immediately lays his girthy length down the middle of your backside.

"Look at this ass of yours Steph." Mark releases his cock to stroke and squeeze the curvature of your cheeks. "It's as big as your mom's but it's fucking flawless. And you're still a virgin?"

"N- er... of course not!" you muster, trying to sound offended. "I've done plenty of guys! Bigger than you even!"

"Really? Wow. I mean..." his cock slides up and down your cheeks tickling your pert asshole. "This is so tempting. I probably shouldn't..."

[[Life as a good little girl/Continue looking up at the underside of Mark's crotch silently]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Channel Tiffany some more and tease Mark for being indecisive]]

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Beg Julie to not send the video

Maxine — Wed, 19 Aug 2015 06:09:15 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'You've already heard of horror stories of girls sending out naked pictures that get passed around their schools. So many celebrities have had their sex pics and recordings turned…'

You've already heard of horror stories of girls sending out naked pictures that get passed around their schools. So many celebrities have had their sex pics and recordings turned into news headlines. The idea that all of your friends will be able to watch you and your sister finger your virgin slit on the internet makes you all kinds of nervous.

"Julie, please, you can't send that. Please. Anything but that."

Your sister completes whatever it was that she was typing and dramatically drops her index finger onto her screen before looking up at you. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Don't send the video!" you repeat with exasperation.

"I'll think about it," is all that she offers you, once again poking at her phone.

You remove your sister's soiled panties from your head. "Julie! Seriously! Don't!"

She takes another moment to again finish typing. She opens her mouth to speak then stops herself before starting again. "Okay, okay, I'll be honest... I already sent it."

"What!? Julie! AAARRRR!" you groan, throwing your hands over your face and flopping back down on her bed.

"BUT!" she adds, "Maybe you could convince me to tell Jordan to delete it."

Your eyes open wide, staring up at your sister. "Yes! Please!"

"...and?

"And what?"

"What is it you're going to do to convince me?"

You glance left and right, confused. "Umm... what do you want?"

"I'm not exactly sure. Make me an offer. Do something to impress me."

Brendan moves his gaze between his sisters, paying special attention to your body whenever he looks in your direction. He has such a stupid smile on his face. Of course he would find this amusing.

What should you do?

[[Offer to do all of Julie's chores forever]]

[[Try to seduce your sister]]

[[Jump off the bed and accost your brother; that ought to impress Julie]]

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Give up; take the forfeit

Maxine — Wed, 19 Aug 2015 05:49:54 GMT

Maxine:

Defeated, you let go of your top and place both hands over your crotch. You feel like covering your chest as well, but you've been getting so hot and wet struggling about almost completely naked that you feel like you need both of your hands to contain your arousal.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Julie steps forward and yanks your shirt down your legs then forces you to step out of them.

"Do... do I have to be naked?" you ask.

"You're not naked. You're wearing my panties."

"On my head!" you protest.

"Exactly! So only the rest of you is naked!"

"What's her forfeit, Julie?" Brendan asks impatiently.

"I don't know yet," she replies, folding your shirt as she sits.

"Then can I give her another dare?"

"Actually, that would work. Steph, your forfeit is to do five more dares!"

You sigh in exasperation. Your sister really can be mean sometimes. And yet with how tingly you're feeling you have to admit that some part of you is enjoying all of this naughtiness and attention.

"Fine."

"My dare is you can't hide behind your hands!" Brendan blurts out, clearly excited.

You quickly comply with your brother's wishes, even though you hesitate the moment after pulling your fingers away from your pussy mound. It is so strange to be facing your siblings without a strip of clothing on your entire body, pantie-hat aside.

"Way to blow our first dare. We should make these count!"

"What's wrong with my dare?" Brendan asks, staring quizzically at the smooth slit between your legs.

"It should be way harder than that. Like... she should masturbate on camera."

"Julie..." you groan.

"What? You have done it before, haven't you?"

"I... no."

"Really? You have never fingered yourself?!"

You stop yourself before responding. You have touched yourself before but you're weren't sure if you were doing it right. It didn't feel bad, just awkward.

Julie is already taking out her phone while you ponder silently. "This will be amazing! Your first fingering on camera! Do it already! Go!"

You take a moment to tuck your hair behind your ears, not wanting to look bad for the camera - again, despite your "hat" - then bring both of your hands down to your crotch to poke at your sex. You squat slightly and spread yourself open with your fingers which in turn exposes your pink wet snatch to the air. Bringing a lone digit to that pleasureful button at the top of your slit, you flick your finger up and down over and over against your clit. Your pussy was already ripe for the plucking and with the added taboo of doing this in front of an audience, along with the unnerving addition of a camera, your legs shake and quiver as you scratch your sensitive nub.

Brendan slides off of the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of you looking for a better view. Julie also seeks a better angle, leaning forward off the edge of the bed with her phone stretched far out in front of her.

"Keep going. Stick a finger in," Julie softly encourages.

"Wuh?" you reply, your breathing already becoming exaggerated.

"Come here," Julie says, standing. "Lie on the bed."

You again nervously tuck your hair back. Stepping between your brother and sister, you crawl onto your older sibling's bed and flip around so you're on your back. Julie grabs one of your ankles and pulls it to the side, parting your thighs as your lower leg slips off the side of the mattress.

"Now pull your box open like before."

"My what?"

Julie sighs. "Your vag. Spread it."

You couldn't be blushing harder than you already are, otherwise her words would be sending you through various shades of red. But you follow her orders, bringing both hands down to your puffy lips and prying them apart in an obscene fashion.

Julie moves closer, her phone pointing straight between your legs. You watch her every move with great trepidation and anticipation, your body a confused bundle of nerves. But when her finger makes contact with your pussy you almost yelp in surprise. It takes all of your focus to not slam your legs shut.

What happens next is nothing short of incredible. Julie pushes her finger ''inside'' of you! The tip of her digit penetrating your opening sends wild shocks of pleasure - as well as pure shock - throughout your thin frame. When she pushes deeper your delicate folds close around her, tightly gripping the intruder and causing her to press more forcefully into your sex, which in turn induces even greater pleasure.

Then Julie pulls back. The suction your pussy has created around her finger makes that a very stimulating experience, allowing you to feel every every tiny groove and imperfection along its length. But she does not pull out all of the way. She is perhaps only halfway out when she plunges into you again. Your tight hole revels in the attention but your clit begs for more. Julie only manages to do this a few more times before you move one of your hands onto your clitoris and whirl your fingertips about in a frenzy of excitement.

Your own sister is fingering you.

"Slow down," commands Julie before (sadly) pulling her finger all the way out of you. Her removal manages to coax some more of your wetness from you. "Now it's your turn," she states, wiping her finger on your thigh.

"Okay!" you exclaim, sitting up with a jolt. "Take your pants off!"

"What? N... no! It's YOUR turn!" Julie replies, a bit flustered.

You flop back onto the bed, somehow embarrassed more by your outburst than what you've been doing. But wanting to follow through with your forfeit, lest you receive even worse punishments, you swiftly bring a solitary finger to your slit and push deep inside yourself. Your lips hug your finger quickly coating it in your glistening juices. Feeling your vagina squeeze your finger and your finger penetrate your vagina makes you wild with lust. You thrust into your pussy recklessly, slamming your palm against your clit and causing you to pant along with every thrust. Is this what sex is? Why had no one told you?

"Okay, that's probably enough," Julie announces a minute or so later. "But I do have a question: what boy do you fancy right now?"

You had continued pounding your finger into your cunny even after your sister told you that you could stop, but her question brings you to pause. If you're honest with her, she probably won't like the answer.

"Umm... Jordan."

"Jor- wait, my boyfriend?!"

"It's only a crush!" you quickly defend yourself. "And you asked!"

Julie looks like she's about to start into it with you then stops and sighs instead.

"Fine. I guess he'll do."

"Do? For what?"

"He'll be the lucky boy who gets this video!"

You abruptly right yourself in bed bringing your hands up to cover your open mouth. You're in such shock that you barely even realize that you're pressing your wet finger against your lip.

"What?!! You can't send that!"

"Why else do you think I was recording you?"

"I... I didn't think about it," you admit.

"Well relax. Jordan is super cool. We sext all the time."

"B-but... how do you know he won't share it?"

Julie scoffs at you. "He wouldn't do that. Besides, I've sent him worse."

"Can I get that video too?" Brendan asks, a hand deep down the front of his pants.

"You don't even have a phone!"

Brendan slowly shifts his arm about. "Yeah, but... can I get it too?"

[[Beg Julie to not send the video]]

[[Ask for your next dare]]

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Life as a good little girl/Putting yourself in order you head home

Maxine — Wed, 19 Aug 2015 05:41:33 GMT

Maxine:

When the boys disappear from view you let out a shaky breath and get up on just as wobbly legs. Slipping on your shirt you try to tie it, only to find that while the two sides of the shirt may have parted the knot hadn't come undone. If anything it had tightened to the point that it's a solid ball of fabric that your fingers can't get a purchase on. Worse, without that extra little bit of fabric you can't make another knot!

The sound of a car coming startles you out of your attempts to pull the shirt closed and you dash between the cars into the next lane and nearly into a fat older man.

"Whoa! Watch yourself you little..." the man trails off, sounding distracted. You dash your way across the parking lot heading for the thicket of trees on the far end of the lot. Something about the man bothers you, like maybe you know him from somewhere. But you only caught the slightest glimpse of a blurry face from the corner of your eye, so you're sure you imagined it.

Giving up on your shirt you try to fix the skirt instead. The boys had tucked the hem in good, making a mini-skirt into more of a belt, and by the time you've passed a few hooting people you finally make some inroads on getting the fabric free on one hip. By the time you're in the woods you have almost half of it done, and shortly after your pussy is modestly covered once again. Your chest, on the other hand...

"I guess I'll just have to hold it shut," you mutter to yourself.

Miraculously, considering the day you've had, you get home without running into, or flashing, anyone else. For once, you even find the spare key hidden in the fake rock where it's supposed to be, and get inside without being greeted by your family.

That is, until you see the back of your step-brother Mark in your room, apparently talking to someone else.

"Take the drawers out?" Your other brother Danny says.

"Too heavy," Mike, the third and oldest brother, says.

"Let's just disassemble the bed first," you hear your step-father say.

Indignantly, you start forward and get right up behind Mark before you remember your state of dress - or lack thereof. You glance around as Mark starts to turn toward you. The bathroom on the other side of the door catches your eye and you dart toward it, making it inside before anyone can see what you're wearing. You hope.

"Hey, that you Stephi?" he calls, but you just slam the door and turn on the shower. Maybe they'll all leave, or go to the kitchen, or anywhere away from your room so you can get into some real clothes.

"Take off the mattress," are the last recognizable words you hear, before their conversation is muffled by the thuds and ruffling of things being moved around. Looking down at yourself you spot dirt on your knees and decide to take advantage of the shower while waiting for them to leave.

Fifteen minutes later, after dismissing thoughts of fingering yourself - you've never figured out that part of the pornos. Touching yourself was only ever an exercise in frustration - you exit the shower. There's only one clean towel left in the bathroom. It's your least favorite towel and definitely on the small side as far as coverage goes, but it will do. You only need it until you can get changed. You towel off quietly, listening for signs of life from your family. You even press your ear against the wall and the door and listen for a long moment. Nothing.

Wrapping the little towel around yourself you pick up your clothes and scurry out of the bathroom, essentially making a U-turn since your bedroom is right next door.

"No one. Thank God!" you gasp, but freeze in the doorway at the sight of your room's state. Drawers have been removed from your desk and the bed is entirely gone. A couple of boxes sit on the floor by the dresser.

"There you are Stephi," your step-dad Joe says from behind you. Where did he come from? You quickly throw Tiffany's outfit into one of the boxes on the left.

"Oh, hi daddy," you say with a nervous smile. Joe always insisted you call him that. Obediently you give him a "welcome home" hug like he expects. He bends down to meet you and gives you a peck on the lips.

"Mmm. You're wet," he notes, and pats his hands down your towel, incidentally patting your butt a couple of times.

Your face goes scarlet and you wonder how he could possibly know that you are... oh, wait. He means the shower.

Not noticing your embarrassment, Joe straightens and starts to talk. "Your Mom and I decided you should move to the room at the back of the house. Mark's room. He's going to switch with you."

"What? Why?"

"Well, you know how you girls have more things. Your mom thought you could use the room. Plus, we figured it'd be better to have the boys closest to us. You know how much trouble boys can cause," he smiles and you nod fervently. Boy do you ever!

"But while we're doing this we're gonna get rid of some of your old clothes. Stuff that doesn't fit anymore." One of Joe's heavily calloused hands takes your bare arm and turns you toward the boxes scatted about before his rough hands move upward, massaging your shoulders. The callouses scrape your sensitive skin. The massaging motion shifts your towel. He's already lost your attention by the time he starts pointing around your room. "Charity. Bedroom. Got it?"

"Huh? Uh, right," you nod, too distracted by his hands to notice which boxes he was pointing at. Oh well, you can ask him later.

"Good. Now hurry up," he orders, patting your butt football-style. "I have other things to do today."

''Great, thanks Joe... I guess I'll get changed later''

Somewhat overwhelmed by the task that's been thrown at you, you try to sort out a plan of attack. Not really wanting to pack away your intimates in front of them you start packing the easier stuff first while they continue to work around you. Dressed in only a towel they poke and tease you mercilessly, distracting you from your chore. In spite of that you manage to find and toss all of those sickeningly girly outfits your mother used to dress you in into the charity box. The entire thing is filled with old skirts, tiny play-dresses, and flowery little tops, along with a few pairs of shorts that would be ridiculously small on you now that you're older. The other box gets your jeans, sweaters, long sleeve shirts and, during the one brief moment everyone else is out of the room, all of your under-things. You quickly pile the remaining long dresses and knee-length skirts on top to protect your unmentionables.

"Alright, Stephi, that's the last of the furniture. Now which box goes?" Joe asks.

"Ooh, I can almost see Stephi's ass!" Mark laughs. He's your youngest step-brother and such a pain, but somehow he's still older than you.

Flustered you point...

[[Life as a good little girl/To the box with your old stuff in it]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Still remember to ask him which box is which]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/The shorthaired girl grabs your arm and lifts you to your feet.

Maxine — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 07:05:07 GMT

Maxine:

Dragged upwards by this girl, she marches you forward with a scowl. Embarrassed and filled with regret, you try to hide yourself from the other girls as you walk toward the bed.

"Tiffany," shorthair starts, "it's so unfair that this stupid girl got you in trouble like this. I think we should teach her a lesson."

Tiff doesn't look at you. She lays prone facing the bed, panties still around her ankles, her hair obscuring her face. But after a moment, she nods.

With the order given, the room quickly builds into a bustle of activity and chatter.

"Tie her to the bed!"

"She should get spanked too!"

"Does anyone know where there's rope?"

In less than a minute the girls all swarm on you. They force you to the ground and hold your arms out to either side. You don't really bother to fight them. You do deserve a punishment, getting Tiff in trouble like that. But you can't help but beg for leniency.

"I'm sorry, I really am! I didn't mean for any of th-"

"Cover her mouth!"

Swiftly a long piece of packing tape stretches across your face from ear to ear sealing your lips shut. Meanwhile a roll of duct tape binds one of your wrists to the bottom of a bed post. With your mouth sealed that roll of tape gets passed off to secure your other wrist to the bed as well. Someone managed to find some rope because you can feel it wrap around one of your knees before it tugs your leg to one side. Your left leg gets pulled straight out to the side before that length of rope is tied taught next to your wrist. But it seems that's all the rope that they have.

It doesn't take much discussion before your right leg is pulled up into the air and - with some force - straight back next to your body. The girls manage to duct tape your ankle to the middle of your arm forcing your pelvis to roll upward and butt cheeks to spread far apart. With the last of the duct tape in place the party steps back to admire their handiwork. You can twitch your lower left leg, but that's literally all you can do. The rest of you is splayed out in utter debauchery and very well immobilized. They seem proud of themselves but you know that these girls are lucky that you're so flexible. They would never have been able to get Tiff into this position. And of course that's the very next thing your mind wanders to...

"Here, I have sharpies!"

Multiple girls descend upon you with permanent ink. Teenage profanity gets scrawled out onto your skin. One of your nipples is turned into an eye. Crude penises are drawn on your stomach. You whip your head around trying to see all of the humiliating things they're writing on you but there's only so much you can see, especially since people keep forcing your head back so they can write on your face.

One somewhat meaner girl insists on giving you an indian burn on your arm. Another pulls at your hair repeatedly. Someone else starts tickling your armpits, then your stomach, then your inner thigh. The more that one girl does, the more that the other girls are willing to do to you.

"I need a new toothbrush anyway," you hear the shorthaired girl mention to someone.

"Did you just think this up, Claire?"

"No, my sister was grounded for a month for hazing a new girl like this."

You look down to see shorthair-Claire applying toothpaste to her brush, as one does. But when she kneels down over your crotch you draw a deep breath of trepidation.

Your pussy lips are slowly opened even though you're already very well spread with how far your legs have been pulled apart. Small fingers then gently pull back on your clitoral hood exposing all of your tiny clit to the air of the room. The paste envelopes your warm nub which makes you draw an even deeper breath through your nose. But when the bristles of the toothbrush push against you all of that air comes rushing out again. The bristles are reasonably soft but with thousands of tiny pressure points scrapping against your sensitive button it becomes a confusing mix of pain and pleasure.

The girl brushes with short steady quick strokes. You can feel the foaming toothpaste seep into every minuscule fold of your pussy and run down between both of your lips. The fast strokes are wildly stimulating, this girl applying just enough pressure to coax arousal from you. But then it starts to cool. A minty cold seeps into your clit adding yet another sensation to this penultimate of punishments. With so much attention on your clit you want so much to be able to enjoy it, but with the deepening cold as Claire starts to rub your clit raw you have no idea how you could relax and enjoy this.

But apparently your body doesn't need to relax. With so much stimulation spread over every inch of your naked body and your truly humiliating display, your vagina is as wet as it's been all night. A concoction of your fluids and toothpaste run from your pussy, down your asshole, and slowly pool on the floor between your cheeks.

[[Life as a good little girl/The girls get even meaner]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Someone removes the tape from your lips allowing you to speak]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany steps into view]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Bend over and spread yourself in front of Mark

Maxine — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 06:56:53 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'You take a step forward, gesturing for Mark to take his things from you. "Fine, but be quick, okay?" Mark stops touching himself only long enough to take his phone and magazine…'

You take a step forward, gesturing for Mark to take his things from you.

"Fine, but be quick, okay?"

Mark stops touching himself only long enough to take his phone and magazine, but he immediately drops the porno, far more interested in his phone.

You twirl away from your brother tossing your hair with your hands in the process. Kicking your legs out to get ready, uncertain of how much longer this will take, you open your stance then bend forward at your waist. You dip your body all the way down, wrapping your arms around your legs and allowing you to look back up at your brother from underneath yourself. He stands there speechless, clearly impressed by your abilities. Your flexibility always seems to come in handy. But then you also notice that he stopped masturbating.

"Why aren't you... you know." you ask sheepishly. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"Oh, uh... you're not spread."

As equally embarrassed that you forgot something as you are with what you're now doing, you stretch your arms back up to your backside and watch yourself pry at your pussy with your fingers, spreading your puffy lips and exposing the pink folds between them.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah, that's awesome," compliments Mark as he steps closer to you, his phone held quite low.

You can't help but blush from Mark's approval. He never seems to like anything you do. He's too busy teasing you most of the time. So any kind of praise is very welcome. And that little bit of confidence brings out your inner Tiffany.

"What are you waiting for? Come and get it!" you say, trying to tease your brother.

"Damn, sis. You're kind of a slut, aren't you?"

"I know," you reply. Tiffany tells you so hourly.

However, when Mark decides to press the length of his dick along the length of your cunny you almost jump in fright. Your fingers pop free and your lips press into the sides of his dick. Holding onto his shaft, he presses up into your sex gliding his cock forward between your lips and over your clit.

"Oh, Mark..." you start, trying to find the words to politely tell him to back up.

"Shut up, slut," is his response.

It was extremely shocking having your brother do that without warning. But now that it's happening it doesn't feel so bad. In fact it feels downright incredible. You never imagined a boy's cock could actually feel this good pressing against you. Despite the porn you've watched and stories you've spun, boy parts always seemed a bit... strange. And although this does feel strange, it's also ''amazing''.

You stand perfectly still, allowing your brother to rub himself into your sex over and over. But then he pulls back on his dick, dragging the tip up through your folds until it slips right up to your tight opening. You squeak and tense up when he presses into you, his cock clearly much larger than the entrance of your pussy. But then you realize he's stuck. He's still pulling up on his cock, it just so happens that your tiny hole got in the way. With a little more force, and you rising to your tip-toes, he pops free from your pussy and immediately lays his girthy length down the middle of your backside.

"Look at this ass of yours Steph." Mark releases his cock to stroke and squeeze the curvature of your cheeks. "It's as big as your mom's but it's fucking flawless. And you're still a virgin?"

"N- er... of course not!" you muster, trying to sound offended. "I've done plenty of guys! Bigger than you even!"

"Really? Wow. I mean..." his cock slides up and down your cheeks tickling your pert asshole. "This is so tempting. I probably shouldn't..."

[[Life as a good little girl/Continue looking up at the underside of Mark's crotch silently]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Channel Tiffany some more and tease Mark for being indecisive]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Maybe there's something you could do

Maxine — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 06:01:59 GMT

Maxine:

"Well..." you start, not wanting to finish. Your arms waver in the air still holding out the masturbatory material that has proven to be insufficient for your brother's needs. "Is there something else I could do?"

Mark grins a little. "Like?"

"I dunno," you mumble. You already regret asking. "What would help?"

"...you could make out with me."

"Ew!" you cringe. "That's gross! You're my brother."

"Step. Besides, I'm sure you could use the practice."

Your lips purse into a scowl. How would he know if you need practice? And even if he's right, so what?

"Maybe there's another thing?" you ask.

"I guess you could... put your hands together and let me fuck the hole."

"What?" You actually don't know what he's talking about.

"I'm getting a little tired, but if you just got down and held your hands steady... it would be like a reverse hand job." He sees you cringe a little harder before he adds. "You could always close your eyes."

Yeah, that's what would make that better. And yet some dark dirty part of you, stirred up by Tiff's wild stories about handjobs and blowjobs and footjobs and everything in between, has your curiosity piqued at this idea. Of course it's totally and completely gross. You could never do it... could you?

"Um... is there ''anything'' else?"

Mark sighs, more out of frustration than pleasure. "Sure. Bend that little ass of yours over and spread that shit."

His words sound flippant and insincere, clearly not intended as an actual suggestion. And yet you can't help but consider it. It's bad enough to be a witness to your brother's depravity, but to be the object of it? Still, it's the only suggestion thus far that doesn't involve you touching him in some way.

So? How should you help your brother?

[[Life as a good little girl/Make out with your brother Mark]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Get down and hold your hands together for Mark]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Bend over and spread yourself in front of Mark]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/The shorthaired girl grabs your arm and lifts you to your feet.

Maxine — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 06:00:48 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'Dragged upwards by this girl, she marches you forward with a scowl. Embarrassed and filled with regret, you try to hide yourself from the other girls as you walk toward the bed. …'

Dragged upwards by this girl, she marches you forward with a scowl. Embarrassed and filled with regret, you try to hide yourself from the other girls as you walk toward the bed.

"Tiffany," shorthair starts, "it's so unfair that this stupid girl got you in trouble like this. I think we should teach her a lesson."

Tiff doesn't look at you. She lays prone facing the bed, panties still around her ankles, her hair obscuring her face. But after a moment, she nods.

With the order given, the room quickly builds into a bustle of activity and chatter.

"Tie her to the bed!"

"She should get spanked too!"

"Does anyone know where there's rope?"

In less than a minute the girls all swarm on you. They force you to the ground and hold your arms out to either side. You don't really bother to fight them. You do deserve a punishment, getting Tiff in trouble like that. But you can't help but beg for leniency.

"I'm sorry, I really am! I didn't mean for any of th-"

"Cover her mouth!"

Swiftly a long piece of packing tape stretches across your face from ear to ear sealing your lips shut. Meanwhile a roll of duct tape binds one of your wrists to the bottom of a bed post. With your mouth sealed that roll of tape gets passed off to secure your other wrist to the bed as well. Someone managed to find some rope because you can feel it wrap around one of your knees before it tugs your leg to one side. Your left leg gets pulled straight out to the side before that length of rope is tied taught next to your wrist. But it seems that's all the rope that they have.

It doesn't take much discussion before your right leg is pulled up into the air and - with some force - straight back next to your body. The girls manage to duct tape your ankle to the middle of your arm forcing your pelvis to roll upward and butt cheeks to spread far apart. With the last of the duct tape in place the party steps back to admire their handiwork. You can twitch your lower left leg, but that's literally all you can do. The rest of you is splayed out in utter debauchery and very well immobilized. They seem proud of themselves but you know that these girls are lucky that you're so flexible. They would never have been able to get Tiff into this position. And of course that's the very next thing your mind wanders to...

"Here, I have sharpies!"

Multiple girls descend upon you with permanent ink. Teenage profanity gets scrawled out onto your skin. One of your nipples is turned into an eye. Crude penises are drawn on your stomach. You whip your head around trying to see all of the humiliating things they're writing on you but there's only so much you can see, especially since people keep forcing your head back so they can write on your face.

One somewhat meaner girl insists on giving you an indian burn on your arm. Another pulls at your hair repeatedly. Someone else starts tickling your armpits, then your stomach, then your inner thigh. The more that one girl does, the more that the other girls are willing to do to you.

"I need a new toothbrush anyway," you hear the shorthaired girl mention to someone.

"Did you just think this up, Claire?"

"No, my sister was grounded for a month for hazing a new girl like this."

You look down to see shorthair-Claire applying toothpaste to her brush, as one does. But when she kneels down over your crotch you draw a deep breath of trepidation.

Your pussy lips are slowly opened even though you're already very well spread with how far your legs have been pulled apart. Small fingers then gently pull back on your clitoral hood exposing all of your tiny clit to the air of the room. The paste envelopes your warm nub which makes you draw an even deeper breath through your nose. But when the bristles of the toothbrush push against you all of that air comes rushing out again. The bristles are reasonably soft but with thousands of tiny pressure points scrapping against your sensitive button it becomes a confusing mix of pain and pleasure.

The girl brushes with short steady quick strokes. You can feel the foaming toothpaste seep into even minuscule fold of your pussy and run down between both of your lips. But then it starts to cool. A minty cold seeps into your clit adding yet another sensation to this penultimate of punishments. With so much attention on your clit you want so much to be able to enjoy it, but with the deepening cold as Claire rubs your clit raw you have no idea how you could relax.

But apparently your body doesn't need to relax. With so much stimulation spread over every inch of you and your truly humiliating display, your vagina is as wet as it's been all night. A concoction of your fluids and toothpaste run down your asshole and slowly pool on the floor between your cheeks.

[[Life as a good little girl/The girls get even meaner]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Someone removes the tape from your lips allowing you to speak]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany steps into view]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/You swear there's something related to the stairs, but you're getting all confused again.

Maxine — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 04:48:38 GMT

Maxine:

"I... I..." you clam up, your hand moving to cover your dildo out of shame.

"Oh my god! Has she been creeping on us this whole time?"

"Tiffany, are you trying to prank us?"

Tiffany waves her hands around frantically. "No! This wasn't my idea!"

"She's kind cute," one of the older girls says.

"I knew it!" a thundering voice exclaims behind you.

The room shrieks and screams in combined panic. Startled, you run forward into the room but slip the moment your foot hits the top of a sleeping bag. You tumble forward, your legs kicking for balance, and smack face first into the floor. You lay there a moment, dazed and embarrassed even further. You slowly shuffle your knees under you raising your round ass into the air.

"No, daddy, no! I swear it isn't what it looks like!"

"Really? Does it look like you invited the Pep Squad over for a sleepover sex party?"

You look behind you to see a reasonably fit man standing in boxers and a wife beater pointing to your backside.

Tiff nods shamefully. "That might be what it looks like, bu-"

"And with your mother's dildo!"

Tiffany's dad reaches between your legs and wraps his hand around the thick toy sticking out of you. He yanks back on it but it barely moves, your pussy refusing to give up its grip on the textured silicone. Instead the forceful yank drags you across the top of the slippery sleeping bag toward him. Your body shudders and you push yourself up onto all fours. When you come to a stop your needy sex pulls the dildo back inside you half an inch.

"Is it stuck?" he asks, somewhat surprised.

Adjusting his grip, his warm fingers butting right up against your lips, he leans down even further and places his other hand over your entire left butt check. Spreading your ass open and yanking back hard, he violently tears the voluminous black cock from your pussy. In a split second you feel every ridge as it passes your lips, your tiny hole crying out in pleasure as a deep moan escapes your mouth. You shake and writhe in momentary ecstasy before going limp and collapsing at his feet. The dildo leaves behind a gaping hole that your puffy pink slit immediately tries to close, your previously trapped juices dribbling past your clit and down onto the sleeping bag in the process.

"Tiffany! Look at this girl!"

"That's Stephi! Sh-"

"I don't care what her name is! Do you think this is normal?"

Tiffany pauses. "...for her?"

The father storms past you toward his daughter, the other girls looking on in amazement.

"You're lucky your mother isn't home. You would get far worse than a spanking."

"What?! Daddy, please, wait..."

He grabs the collar of her robe and pulls her toward the bed at the end of the room. Tiffany struggles briefly but as her robe opens she yelps and tries to twirl away, only managing to slip out of the robe in its entirety. She cowers at the foot of the bed. Her father tosses the robe aside before looking down at her. For some reason she wore nothing beneath her robe besides a colorful pair of panties.

"Aha! And what does this look like?"

"A dare..." she mumbles.

Your brain flashes back to Tiffany pressing up against your back with nothing between your naked bodies besides a robe and a single pair of panties. You were a poorly-tied-fabric-belt away from your bestie's body spooning you skin to skin. A hand drifts underneath you as the thought of her caressing your bared body with hers floods your mind.

When you come back to reality Tiffany has already been bent over her father's knee as he sits on the bed. He tugs her panties down her legs with little effort then, with dildo still in hand, begins striking her bare ass. The wet meaty dildo smacks Tiff's ass with a satisfying sound. It reminds you of many of your brother's pornos but it sounds so much juicier in person. Of course the reason for that is your plentiful juices coating the dildo's length. Somehow the rubbery black cock looks even bigger from a distance. You can feel your cunny tingle even more knowing your sexual spunk is being spread across your friend's bare skin. You hump your hand imagining it's Tiff and knowing that the same juices coming from you are now on her.

Your sexual daydreams rob you of the full pleasure of watching Tiffany's ass take a beating from a big black cock since the scene is already over by the time you refocus your attention. Her father stands, lifting the gently sobbing Tiff in his arms. Her panties dangle from her ankles as he tosses her onto the bed.

"The next girl to wake me up gets the same treatment followed by a call to their parents explaining just what you've been doing down here. But hopefully I can sleep better knowing you don't have this anymore," he adds, shaking the dildo about in the air.

He marches through the sea of sleeping bags and speechless teens glancing at you more than once with a noticeable bulge in his boxers. The room is completely still. Everyone listens to his footsteps on the stairs which are eventually followed by the slam of a bedroom door elsewhere in the house. A shorthaired girl rushes over to the basement door and closes it as silently as possible.

You finally push your body off of the sleeping bag, rising to your knees. There are mixed reactions in the room, ranging from shock to anger (in your direction of course) to a very hyper and giggly 'I can't believe that just happened'. You gaze across the room at Tiffany seeking forgiveness.

[[Life as a good little girl/You offer yourself to Tiffany as penance.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The shorthaired girl grabs your arm and lifts you to your feet.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany is looking back at you and... smiling? Is that a happy smile? Or an evil one?]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/You swear there's something related to the stairs, but you're getting all confused again.

Maxine — Sun, 16 Aug 2015 22:11:48 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"I... I..." you clam up, your hand moving to cover your dildo out of shame. "Oh my god! Has she been creeping on us this whole time?" "Tiffany, are you trying to prank us?" Ti…'

"I... I..." you clam up, your hand moving to cover your dildo out of shame.

"Oh my god! Has she been creeping on us this whole time?"

"Tiffany, are you trying to prank us?"

Tiffany waves her hands around frantically. "No! This wasn't my idea!"

"She's kind cute," one of the older girls says.

"I knew it!" a thundering voice exclaims behind you.

The room shrieks and screams in combined panic. Startled, you run forward into the room but slip the moment your foot hits the top of a sleeping bag. You tumble forward, your legs kicking for balance, and smack face first into the floor. You lay there a moment, dazed and embarrassed even further. You slowly shuffle your knees under you raising your round ass into the air.

"No, daddy, no! I swear it isn't what it looks like!"

"Really? Does it look like you invited the Pep Squad over for a sleepover sex party?"

You look behind you to see a reasonably fit man standing in boxers and a wife beater pointing to your backside.

Tiff nods shamefully. "That might be what it looks like, bu-"

"And with your mother's dildo!"

Tiffany's dad reaches between your legs and wraps his hand around the thick toy sticking out of you. He yanks back on it but it barely moves, your pussy refusing to give up its grip on the textured silicone. Instead the forceful yank drags you across the top of the slippery sleeping bag toward him. Your body shudders and you push yourself up onto all fours. When you come to a stop your needy sex pulls the dildo back inside you half an inch.

"Is it stuck?" he asks, somewhat surprised.

Adjusting his grip, his warm fingers butting right up against your lips, he leans down even further and places his other hand over your entire left butt check. Spreading your ass open and yanking back hard, he violently tears the voluminous black cock from your pussy. In a split second you feel every ridge as it passes your lips, your tiny hole crying out in pleasure as a deep moan escapes your mouth. You shake and writhe in momentary ecstasy before going limp and collapsing at his feet. The dildo leaves behind a gaping hole that your puffy pink slit immediately tries to close, your previously trapped juices dribbling past your clit and down onto the sleeping bag in the process.

"Tiffany! Look at this girl!"

"That's Stephi! Sh-"

"I don't care what her name is! Do you think this is normal?"

Tiffany pauses. "...for her?"

The father storms past you toward his daughter, the other girls looking on in amazement.

"You're lucky your mother isn't home. You would get far worse than a spanking."

"What?! Daddy, please, wait..."

He grabs the collar of her robe and pulls her toward the bed at the end of the room. Tiffany struggles briefly but as her robe opens she yelps and tries to twirl away, only managing to slip out of the robe in its entirety. She cowers at the foot of the bed. Her father tosses the robe aside before looking down at her. For some reason she wore nothing beneath her robe besides a colorful pair of panties.

"Aha! And what does this look like?"

"A dare..." she mumbles.

Your brain flashes back to Tiffany pressing up against your back with nothing between your naked bodies besides a robe and a single pair of panties. When you come back to reality Tiffany has already been bent over her father's knee as he sits on the bed. He tugs her panties down her legs with little effort then, with dildo still in hand, begins striking her bare ass. The wet meaty dildo smacks Tiff's ass with a satisfying sound. It reminds you of many of your brother's pornos but it sounds so much juicier in person. Of course the reason for that is your plentiful juices coating the dildo's length. Somehow the rubbery black cock looks even bigger from a distance. You can feel your cunny tingle anew knowing your sexual spunk is being spread across your friend's bare skin.

Your sexual daydreams rob you of the full pleasure of watching Tiffany's ass take a big black cock since the scene is already over by the time you can focus your attention again. Her father stands, lifting the gently sobbing Tiff in his arms. Her panties dangle from her ankles as he tosses her onto the bed.

"The next girl to wake me up gets the same treatment followed by a call to their parents explaining just what you've been doing down here. But hopefully I can sleep better knowing you don't have this anymore," he adds, shaking the dildo about in the air.

He marches through the sea of sleeping bags and speechless teens with a noticeable bulge in his boxers. The room is completely still, everyone listening to his footsteps on the stairs eventually followed by the slam of a bedroom door elsewhere in the house. A shorthaired girl rushes over to the basement door and closes it as silently as possible.

You finally push your body off of the sleeping bag, rising to your knees. There are mixed reactions in the room, ranging from shock to anger (in your direction of course) to a very hyper and giggly 'I can't believe that just happened'. You gaze across the room at Tiffany seeking forgiveness.

[[Life as a good little girl/You offer yourself to Tiffany as penance.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The shorthaired girl grabs your arm and lifts you to your feet.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany is looking back at you and... smiling? Is that a happy smile? Or an evil one?]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Duh, follow Tiffany to the slumber party!

Maxine — Fri, 14 Aug 2015 05:43:40 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'Tiff is already in the basement by the time your brain starts working again, but the moment it does you are absolutely positive that you need to follow her. Scampering through t…'

Tiff is already in the basement by the time your brain starts working again, but the moment it does you are absolutely positive that you need to follow her.

Scampering through the house in the dark is harder than Tiffany just made it out to be. You immediately bump into a side table making far more noise than you would ever hope to make in the afternoon and fully clothed, let alone the dead of night completely naked. But you scamper forth undeterred, finding the darkened stairwell and the railing running down it. Your only guide is the halo of light bleeding through the edges of the door at the bottom of the stairs.

With every single downward step the insatiable dildo rolls against what you have now discovered is your g-spot. Or maybe it's your g-spot that is rubbing into the steadfast dildo. You can't tell. All you know is that the thick toy stretching your sex is getting harder and harder to ignore for all the best reasons.

At the bottom of the stairs you reach for the handle, then stop when you hear voices on the other side of the door. But of course, why wouldn't you hear voices? There is a sleep over after all!

"But who's dog was it?"

"I'm not sure." You can just recognize Tiff's voice. She sounds almost bubbly. "But she had a collar. I'm sure she'll find her way home."

"You should have brought her inside!"

"What was her name?"

"Her name... Stephanie."

She said your full name! She almost never says your full name!

"AW! That's such a cute name for a lil' bitch!"

A few giggles are shared between the girls. You're having second thoughts about going in now. That is until you hear the side table move.

Someone didn't just bump it. Someone just moved it ''back''. They just corrected your little accident. Are those footsteps now? Are they coming closer?!

You can't think about it anymore. You turn the handle and burst into the room. You're blinded again by the light, making it only a few steps before you hold your hand up to shield your eyes. You can't see much but you hear plenty as the room goes silent, only gasps and light yelps to be heard.

"Tiff?" you ask.

"Stephi!" she replies, obvious frustration in her voice.

"Wait, you mean Stephanie? This is the bitch?"

"She sure looks it!"

"Why is she naked?"

"What's between her legs!?"

Your eyes are starting to readjust again and you peel your hand away to reveal what you saw from the window - sleeping bags strewn everywhere on the floor, most of the furniture pushed to the sides of the room, and possibly a dozen girls between your and Tiff's age scattered about the room.

Your nerves overwhelm you. You stand perfectly still, your nipples hardening and your cheeks reddening as a room full of your peers examines and criticizes your pale scrawny tween-age body.

As the girls start to chatter all you can squeak out is, "I... couldn't wait."

"Wait for what?" someone asks.

[[Life as a good little girl/How Tiff said she would cum for you.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/This is your chance to impress Tiffany in front of her friends! Do your Tiff impression!]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You swear there's something related to the stairs, but you're getting all confused again.]]

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Ask Julie first

Maxine — Thu, 13 Aug 2015 04:51:03 GMT

Maxine:

"You, Julie," you reply instantly. "Truth or chicken?" you poke back, trying to antagonize her.

"Tr- no, I'll let you dare me. Why not? You're harmless."

That last comment was almost under her breath, but not quite. You know you're not that exciting most of the time, but you also know that you're not just some good little girl. You can be fun and wild. So you try to think of something riskier, although you are indeed aiming for something harmless.

"You have to... wear your clothes backwards."

Julie scoffs at your dare then pulls her arms into her shirt. Spinning the fabric around her body she does a double take when she remembers what she's wearing. Her shirt is a T-back tank top and, now that it's turned around, leaves nothing but a thin vertical strip of fabric between her boobs. She is wearing a bra though, even though she's only an a-cup. Each bright pink cup sits happily on display in the open. She glares at you a little but with a hint of a grin as if she likes where you're taking this. Brendan is all smiles now that he's looking at panties on one side of him and a bra on the other.

"Shorts too," you add.

"I'm getting there!"

Julie stands up in a huff and quickly slides her tight black dance shorts down her legs. Some very colorful rainbow panties come into view. It takes you a moment to realize that it is actually a thong. Brendan's eyes help you determine that when they light up as she bends over in front of him. You wonder if mom knows she's wearing thongs. Maybe that's why she's been doing her own laundry lately.

Her shorts are back on in short order. They look a little off being backwards, but besides a mild wedgie you're sure it's mostly comfortable for her.

"I saw your butt..." Brendan says in a hushed tone, still all smiles.

"I'll see yours soon enough," she replies confidently, sitting next to him. "But first..." she starts, turning back to you. "I want to change this a little bit. I'm going to dare you back sis, but then I think we should just give dares in a circle. I think that's easier."

You and your brother shrug and nod approving of Julie's suggestion.

"m'kay. Then your dare is to do a strip tease."

"What?!" you ask in shock.

"You know, start taking your clothes off, but sexy... I guess you don't ''have'' to get ''all'' the way naked, but you should try!"

You prance in place nervously. You're really not a good dancer. You've done some gymnastics, but you don't have a lot of rhythm. But never mind taking off your clothes while doing it!

"Oh, let's put on some Beyonce!" Your sister grabs her phone excitedly.

The music starts but you still just stand there prancing. Your siblings coax you into moving more, your brother yelling for you to strip and your sister telling you to move with the beat and follow the words.

You lift your arms above your head and sway your hips from side to side. You can feel your shirt lift slightly when you do. You don't think your belly button is out, but you have no doubt that they're getting a better look at your yellow panties. You can feel yourself blushing as you stand there swaying awkwardly. Then you hear some of the words. Something about being on her knees? Okay then...

With a turn you drop down to your hands and knees. Unsure of how to dance on your knees you shaking your butt around and wiggle as much as you can. Your sister Julie starts hollering. Brendan just laughs at you. Between the two of them chattering so wildly you can't stay down very long. It feels too embarrassing.

''Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse''

Her words are so dirty. And you're starting to feel dirty by association since your sister told you to 'follow' them. You couldn't possibly rip your top, but you try to draw inspiration all the same. You pop one of your arms free from your t-shirt and reach across for the other one. But you stop short. You chicken out. Instead you slip the free arm out of the bottom of your shirt. At least it's "less" on now. And your siblings seem to like it. So you throw your arms up again... and immediately regret it. Your free arm pulls the left hem of your shirt all the way up and onto your shoulder flashing part of your chest! You pull your shirt down right away blushing harder than ever.

"Yeah! Keep going sis!" Julie shouts.

You're way too self conscious of your itty bitty titties to flash any more of them, but with your older sister's encouragement you do try to continue. Using the hand sticking out the bottom of your shirt, you grab onto the waist of your panties and yank it around playfully, as if you're contemplating removing them. Sticking your other arm in the air you bounce around trying not to accidentally flash anything else. Your shirt rides up a little, definitely showing off your stomach, but it settles there and let's you have a moment of fun.

"Show your butt!" yells Brandon.

You think about that for a second. You've already flashed your chest, which is way worse. Besides, you're kind of proud of your butt. Why not show it off?

Turning away from them, you move your hand behind you and push your undies down with your fingers. Slipping the waistband under each cheek, you wiggle your bared bum in the air blushing even a little harder than before. Your brother's cheering doesn't make it any easier either. But you're starting to have some fun. You jump in a circle and flail about comically. The panties slide lower and lower in the front as you bounce around and you have to keep yanking up on them to keep them in place, but now you don't want to stop!

"The song's almost over. Do a finishing move!"

Maybe you should just go for it. But... maybe not ''all'' the way.

You once again turn away from your siblings then pause to gather your courage. With little effort, you slip your panties the rest of the way off. Feeling the thin fabric brush down your legs makes you tingle with naughtiness. But with that out of the way there's only one thing left. You reach down for your hem and pull upwards all the way to your neck. And it's at that moment that you notice Julie's mirror on her desk.

Your brother and sister laugh and cheer in unison. You crumple to the floor as the song is ending, kicking yourself for not seeing the mirror sooner. You wrestle your way back into your shirt before you stand up and bend over for your panties.

"Nice job, Stephi! It almost looked like you knew what you were doing!" she teases you.

"Thanks," is all you can mutter. Your cheeks are beginning to hurt from blushing so much. You're also starting to sweat. At least you must be since your panties feel a bit damp.

[[Give your next dare]]

[[Julie interrupts you before you can continue]]

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Life as a good little girl/Maybe you can stay. Hide out until the sleep-over's done. Or maybe join in and liven it up

Maxine — Wed, 12 Aug 2015 06:24:45 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"So... aren't you going to ask me inside?" you ask, trying to invite yourself in. "No!" a startled Tiffany replies. "I mean, I have a lot of people over already. I don't even kn…'

"So... aren't you going to ask me inside?" you ask, trying to invite yourself in.

"No!" a startled Tiffany replies. "I mean, I have a lot of people over already. I don't even know what my dad would do if I let you in."

"But he's asleep, isn't he?" you ask quizzically. "Why should he have to know?"

"Yeah, but the girls I have over could never handle you. It's like... a church thing."

Her second excuse is as unsatisfying as the first.

"I can be good!" you urge, reaching down to take the dildo out of your sex. The moment you pull on it your entire body quivers, your knees nearly failing you. Your vagina has a veritable vacuum seal on the textured black silicone, gripping every inch of it right up to the tip pressing against your cervix.

"Yeah, right! You can't even stop playing with yourself!"

"Hah... hah... got me there!" you say, breathing heavily from the intense sensation brought on by yanking the dildo. Maybe Tiffany could take it out for you. "But you wouldn't actually make a guest wait outside, would you?"

Tiffany glances at the window. Then at the door. She's chewing on her lip like bubblegum. You've never seen her so nervous.

"Okay, okay. Come on. Er... wait."

You're about to jump for joy but contain your happiness as Tiff walks past you. She moves down the side of the house and away from the light. You here a squeak and hiss before a stream of cold water slams against your body.

"EEEEE!!!" you squeal.

"Shut up, slut!" she commands of you. You comply without another peep, clenching your teeth together forcefully as the freezing jet of water rinses unseen strangers' cum from your body.

The powerful blast cleans you off in seconds leaving you wet and shivering in the cool air. Your entire body tenses up. Even your sex somehow finds a way to clench a tiny bit harder around your unyielding dildo. It's strange that it is actually yours now. And to think not too long ago you were going to resort to cucumbers.

Tiff steps up to you and haltingly uses her sleeve to wipe beads of water from your torso. You want to tell her that she doesn't have to use her robe, but you feel so lucky that she's willing to do that for you.

"Okay. Inside."

Tiff opens the door for you and you hurry your way indoors, random water droplets falling from your body. You take two steps past the door and the outside light turns off, shrouding everything around you in darkness. No lights are on save for a faint glow coming from the basement. You turn around with your hand up trying to find the wall but only manage to smack Tiff in the face.

"Seriously?"

"Sorry!" you whisper earnestly.

Tiff grabs your wrist and turns you around, pointing you into the house. She leans in close, allowing you to feel the fuzzy fabric of her robe against your bare back. "I'll come for you," she breaths into your ear before giving you a gentle shove forward. Did you hear her right? That's not all that she said, is it?

You can barely make out as Tiff's shadow races off to the basement. With her words bouncing around inside your head loudly it's hard for you to know what to do at first.

[[Life as a good little girl/Duh, follow Tiffany to the slumber party!]]

[[Life as a good little girl/She didn't want you at the sleep over. Best to head up to Tiff's room.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You're plenty sneaky. Spy on everyone inside Tiffany's house.]]

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Life as a good little girl/Noises from the basement make you realize there's a sleep-over going on.

Maxine — Wed, 12 Aug 2015 05:27:17 GMT

Maxine:

A brief flicker of light draws your attention downward to the basement window, so you crouch to take a look. Within you see a furnished basement, with a bed, a couch, and...

"Sleeping bags?"

Movement makes you realize that not only are there several sleeping bags down there but they're occupied. Tiffany must be having a sleepover!

Remembering her wild tales of lesbian orgies and sneaking guys in you drop down to all fours.

Feverishly you drink in the details, expecting to see naked skin, maybe a few girls 69'ing, or a guy getting sucked off, or...

"They're not doing anything!" you complain to the lightening night air.

A familiar blonde head turns your way and you freeze. "Tiffany?" you wonder, then yank your head back. There's no way you want a group of girls seeing you naked. Tiffany, sure, but not them!

For what seems like minutes you hold your head up, avoiding the window in case Tiffany is still looking. Then you lower your head just enough to peak in. The blonde head seems to have disappeared. Covered by the sleeping bag? Or are you looking in the wrong place.

"Stephi?" a sleepy, yet incredulous voice calls out softly, and you let out a loud yelp as you leap to your feat. The athleticism makes you nearly double over again at the reminder that you have a thick dildo jammed inside of you. Even more alarming, a light flicks on over your head, bathing you in its light.

For a moment you consider running, but then you realize that you recognize the voice.

"T-Tiff? Uh, hi. Um..."

"Are you naked?" Tiff asks, sounding shocked. You can't quite make out her face. Is she shocked? Disgusted? Turned on?

"Er.... yeah," you admit. She steps closer, but not close enough for your liking. You want her right up against you.

"Holy shit! I mean.... wow! You are! You're buck naked in my yard! Where are your clothes?"

"Uh. I, um. I left them at home."

Now you can see Tiffany's eyes go wide and her jaw drop.

"You... you walked here... naked?" she gasps, sagging against the house. You can't help but admire the way her pose makes her robe pull taut over her body, outlining her slim hips and pert breasts.

"God. I... Wow! That is just..."

You tense as the moment of truth arrives. Would she hate you? Think you were some perverted freak?

"Awesome!" she exclaims with a huge grin. "God, just think what would have happened if some guys saw you! They'd jump you in a second!"

"Um..." you look away, thinking of your close call with the guys. True, they'd only cum on you, but now that you think of it the evidence is still pasted across your body. Something that her eyes are just now noticing.

Stepping forward she looks you up and down, her eyes like caresses as they cover your entire body, then she leans forward, eyes narrowing.

"Wait. Is that...? You did! You did meet some guys! Holy shit, you picked up some guys to fuck on the way over! That's cum. All over you!"

"Oh, well, I um, well..." you cut yourself off. She looks so flushed and amazed, so in awe that you can't bring yourself to admit that it wasn't your doing, or that you didn't go as far as she thought you did. "I was going to charge them, but..." you pat your hips and try a grin, hoping it isn't crazy-looking. "No pockets. So I had to just, you know, fuck them all like a whore in heat."

Tiffany's eyes follow your hands, giving you the idea to bring them toward your sex. The idea of her eyes on your pussy makes you feel so hot...

"Is that a... a dildo?" she gapes, staring at the protruding base of the big black thing that woman had forced you to use on yourself.

"Oh. Ah. This... little thing? Just... a toy I play with sometimes. I thought I might lose it along the way," you say with a shrug, getting into the act. You shift your weight and feel your res, sensitive pussy lips brush against the inside of your thighs, the girthy object stretching you open uncomfortably. You mentally remind yourself to never run with a dildo inside of you again.

"Little? That thing looks... wait, lose?"

"Well, I'm just so wet down there," you wink. "I thought it might slip out because of how wet I was, but it didn't.. It's not as thick as I like them, but it's thick enough to stay put."

"So you never took it out?"

"No, why?" you asked hesitantly, wondering if you'd screwed up somehow.

"So if you had that in all the time... Oh you sly little slut. You're an anal whore!"

"Huh?"

"You love it up the butt!"

"Well. That is..."

"That's why you put it in your pussy. They'd have to use either your mouth or your ass, and I'm betting you just used your mouth to get them ready for your ass. Damn, you love it up the ass more than anything, don't you?"

"Uh. Do you?" you counter, not sure if it'd be a good thing.

Tiffany freezes, her eyes darting about and bites her lip, almost as if uncertain. Then she smiles, big and bright, and nods vigorously. "Anal's the absolute best. Don't you think?"

"Oh definitely!" you grin back, cringing inside. You've never even put a finger in your asshole. Sure, you don't shy away from watching scenes where the girl takes it in the butt. In fact, it seems like those are the most scenes you've paid most attention to in your brothers' collections. But... "Anal's better than anything else. Especially if the dick's really thick. Not like this tiny little thing," you motion to the dildo. You've no idea how small it is in relation to real dicks but, even though it is completely filling you, you're sure it is smaller than the dicks in the videos.

"Small...?" Tiffany looks non-plussed for a moment, but then just gives another big, bright smile and nods. "Yeah, I get ya. Bigger is better. Damn, I'd love to see you in operation. I mean, walking around naked, or picking up guys and fucking them."

"You would....? Um, well, maybe you should go first. I'll watch your back, and..."

"Oh no no," she objects hurriedly, looking alarmed. "I've done that, uh, way too often. I'd love to see someone else do it. It'd be a new experience. And such a turn-on. Especially if it's you."

Flushing in pleasure at the idea that she'd like to see you naked, you nod vigorously. "I'd love to!" Is that what it would take to get Tiffany's engine going? And would that be the way to get her to finally kiss you? Or do more? "I'll do anything you want me to," you purr, hoping it won't scare her off. You want to flirt with her, to entice her, not scare her. What you really don't want is to be naked. Yesterday and tonight was enough, but it's not like she wants to do it right now, so...

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany's busy so you'd better rush home. The sky's already getting light]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany's step-dad catches you.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Maybe you can stay. Hide out until the sleep-over's done. Or maybe join in and liven it up]]

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Incest Seduction/Pin Kim to the floor

Maxine — Sat, 01 Aug 2015 06:53:43 GMT

Maxine:

With a grin you lift yourself off the couch and push Kim's legs forward. Your shove puts her into a somersault flipping from her front onto her back. But she has barely come to a stop on the carpet before you throw yourself on top of her. Your respective positions have put you into a sort of '69' grapple, but you quickly work to pin down her appendages.

"No fair! I wasn't ready!"

"Oh. Well are you ready for this?"

"For whaAAAAH-HAHAHAH!"

Your fingers flutter along her exposed stomach, right underneath your own. Screaming and cackling she rolls from side to side, her arms and legs flailing. You can mostly keep her skinny legs down with your other arm, but keeping her arms under control is a lot trickier. She pounds her fists into your butt repeatedly but that won't do anything to slow your assault. Then she latches onto your butt with her fingers, clawing deep into your ass-meat through your sweats. This is far more annoying, and verging on painful.

Scooping her legs up in one arm, you push your knees into the carpet and right yourself, lifting half of your sister into the air. She squeaks in surprise and lets go of you, probably expecting to be airborne at any moment. Instead you reach back with your free hand and grab one of her arms. Leaning to one side you stuff the arm under one of your shins then lower your leg onto her arm, trapping it there. Collapsing forward onto the floor you've left your little sister one less tool to free herself with, not to mention defend herself.

"Ugh! Meanie!" She pounds your butt again one-handed.

"Oh, I can get meaner!"

You reach under her own bum and scratch your nails across her yoga shorts. Involuntary squeals fill the room. Kim bucks and writhes, desperate to get away. She does manage to squirm her legs enough to plant her feet onto the floor and push her lower body into the air. Her thighs come up around your head, her crotch not far below your chin. But with your arm in the way she's not going to get any higher. For a split second you swear you can now smell something. Something moist. Something...

Kim is still thrashing as you haven't relented in the least. In fact, now that her lower half is elevated, there is even more room for you to work your fingers along her ass. So she thrashes even harder, her hand roaming across your own ass as if looking for a release mechanism. In a way she finds it. She locks onto your waist band and pulls back on it hard. The elastic stretches quite happily, exposing your bare-ass to your sister. You need to stop going commando.

"Hey! Quit it!" You pause only briefly before you continue your assault. Kim responds in kind, lowering your sweats as far as she can. You can feel the air rush under you, your cock and balls swinging between your parted legs in full view of your little sister.

"I can get mean too you know!" she teases, spanking your bare ass.

"Fine! If that's how it's gonna be..."

Fighting fire with fire, you quickly tear at Kim's yoga shorts, pushing them down her legs as far as they will go. Part of you regretted it as soon as you did it. Not that you're thinking all that clearly. But with a glance down you find yourself staring not at a pair of colorful panties, but directly into your younger sister's snatch. It seems that Kim also chose to forgo underwear that morning.

"Jerk!"

You feel a slight tinge of guilt, but you can't help yourself. You scratch at your sister's exposed ass, tickling her supple bottom just as eagerly as you were a moment ago.

"BWAAH! HAHAHAH! HAHA! You- baaAAA!"

She can barely get a word in and you're loving every second of it. Granted, it's a very weird situation - both of you getting a close up of each others privates, rolling around on the floor - and undoubtedly the naughtiest thing you've ever done with your sister, but at the same time you're having an awful lot of fun. Right up until she grabs hold of your balls.

"Woah!" You stop tickling, shocked by Kim's unexpected move.

"There!" she says in a huff, catching her breath. "When someone has you by the balls... you have to listen to them, right?!"

[[Incest Seduction/Caught by the balls|This is nuts, but... why not? Play along with her.]]

[[Incest Seduction/Grab Kim by the balls|Fight fire with fire, right? Grab your sister's pussy.]]

[[Incest Seduction/Roll off of Kim|You can barely even process that Kim is doing this. Best you get off of her.]]

[[Category:Incest Seduction]]

Incest Seduction/Ask Kim if you're doing it right

Maxine — Fri, 31 Jul 2015 06:58:59 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"Am I pressing right?" "I dunno, are you?" she replies, purposefully coy. She's still lightly gyrating. The more she wriggles about the more her shirt slips up her body. It's h…'

"Am I pressing right?"

"I dunno, are you?" she replies, purposefully coy. She's still lightly gyrating.

The more she wriggles about the more her shirt slips up her body. It's hanging away from her back underneath her swaying form, exposing all of her pink bra from behind. The top is bunching up in the front though against her bra, but her small cup size isn't doing much to keep it in place. The more that she wriggles about the more of it that slips past and the more you can see of her chest.

"Soo... I should just keep my hand here?"

"More or less," she again replies coyly.

"Alright. More, or less?" you add.

"More."

Following orders, you bring up your other hand to join the first one. The two of them overlap but only across your fingers. Your left palm rests against Kim's shorts, and by sheer coincidence atop her puffy pussy mound.

You press down firmly against your sister with both hands. She giggles again, clearly tickled (metaphorically or physically, you're not sure) by where your hand has landed. But as soon as she picks up her gyrating - apparently throwing subtly aside - her giggles are replaced by breathy gasps. She pushes herself into you with quite a bit of force and you respond in kind, pressing down onto her just as hard. You can feel just how soft her mound is beneath your palm, but with how hard she's pushing you can also feel just how hard her pelvic bone is. In any case, she's rubbing both into your hand and seems perfectly content to not acknowledge that fact at all. So you respond in kind, holding your hands in place and allowing her to do what she wishes.

Kim's tank finally works its way past her bra, the garment immediately sliding up to her neck with ease. All of her taunt, stretched midsection is on display, the lines of her abs and her ribs just visible on her soft milky skin. The pink patterned lace of her undergarment draws your eyes. You can faintly make out one small nipple in the center of each cup, a teasing display of her teenage assets. Mom clearly isn't buying her underwear anymore. You hesitate to call her a B cup. Without the bra she looks like she'd barely be a handful. And yet, despite her inverted force of gravity, she's as perky as can be.

You can see Kim's face getting redder and redder. You're guessing that it can't be easy to hold this position for this long, but you wonder if there is also a little something extra to that redness. She lets out one more deep exhale then lowers her body onto your lap again.

"See? I'm really good at that," she says, throwing her arms above her head on the couch. She makes no effort to cover up her bra, leaving her tank top at her neck and shoulders. "I could do it all day."

"Me too," you mutter under your breath.

"But I'm sure you're getting bored. I do a wicked handstand. Wanna see?"

[[Incest Seduction/Reassure Kim that you are not bored|Tell Kim that you're anything but bored. You'll help her with anything.]]

[[Incest Seduction/Agree to see Kim's handstand|A handstand could be fun too. Sure, why not.]]

[[Category:Incest Seduction]]

Life as a good little girl/Feverish with lust you set off to impress Tiffany

Maxine — Tue, 28 Jul 2015 03:13:42 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'That's it. You can't stand it anymore. Forgetting your cucumbers entirely, you flee from the penetrating illumination of the streetlight and run stark naked down the sidewalk. Y…'

That's it. You can't stand it anymore.

Forgetting your cucumbers entirely, you flee from the penetrating illumination of the streetlight and run stark naked down the sidewalk. You run on the tips of your toes, your bare feet sensitive to the rough cement below you. The air rushes all around as you race from streetlight to streetlight, but the air is especially noticeable between your inner thighs given how wet you have already gotten yourself. Shivers of pleasure tease you as the breeze cools your slit, an exclamation point on your lustful decision making.

You run right up to the intersection, stopping under yet another streetlight. The park is just across the road. You turn your head to look both ways and you're glad that you did when you see headlights coming toward you. Just think, you could have run right out into that...

"Car!" you yelp, turning away from the road.

You take a few steps back toward your house, but the car will be on top of you in seconds. There are no cars parked on the street to hide behind. However, the house on this corner has a low hedge running close to the sidewalk. Spotting your closest (and only) option, you run at the hedge and leap over it, landing softly onto the well manicured lawn behind it. You scoot your butt forward trying to get closer to the cover. The sharply cut blades of grass tickle your underside, a surprisingly enjoyable experience given how stressed out you are.

Focus! You have to make sure the car passes you! They probably didn't even see you, bu-

"Hey, naked girl!"

Dammit.

"Did you lose your keys with your clothes? Do you need a ride?"

It's a girl's voice calling out to you, which is but a small comfort. She still saw you running naked down the sidewalk. She couldn't have gotten that good of a look, but your head is still spinning from the fleeting encounter. If you don't answer she'll probably get bored and go away.

But she sounds nice enough. Even friendly. And she did offer to help you. Maybe you can channel your inner Tiffany enough to convince this girl to drive you to Tiff's house.

"Helloooo? Hiding doesn't make you less naked!"

What should you do?

[[Life as a good little girl/Wait for the car to leave and continue on as planned]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Come out from the hedge and see what this girl wants]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Getting caught this soon is demoralizing; head home and console yourself with cucumber]]

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Life as a good little girl/You wake up in the middle of the night, tormented by erotic dreams

Maxine — Mon, 27 Jul 2015 05:03:37 GMT

Maxine:

There's a little alley at your school where two sections meet. Doors lead out of both sections, making it a place that students like to cut through. With the garbage pick-up being at the very end of the alley the janitors throw the recycling into that alley, and when the dumpster overflows - as it frequently does - they leave bags of garbage there too. Not too many students use it as a shortcut anymore because the tougher crowd of the school - if you could call any fourteen or under's that - tend to hang out there. You've even heard about particularly low-class sluts being fucked back there.

Today that's you. Leaned over a garbage bin a boy thrusts his dick in and out, as hard as he can. You moan and push back, loving the way that it feels, not feeling the in and out, just the pleasure.

"Me next."

"No, me."

"Just finish it up, man," other boys call out, and you realize there's a group. Mr. Smith, Mrs. Lopez come through the door, and you wonder if they'll join in or interfere. Instead they look like they expected it and walk through the other door, completely unconcerned. Then Tiffany walks out.

"I..." you start to say, but she just smiles.

"You're doing it wrong," she says, confusing you. "I always knew you were making up those stories. You always got the details wrong."

"What...?"

"You," she points to a boy. "Lie down so she can fuck you. And you," she points at another. "Fuck her asshole. She loves it in the ass more than anything. Except maybe sucking a dick that's just been in there," she giggles. The boys obediently drag her down like it's natural to take her orders, and you're face-up. Tiffany lifts her miniskirt, revealing what you've always dreamed of seeing, her pussy, shaved bare looking thoroughly wet. She brings it closer until she's smearing her juices all over your face.

"Lick me, you nasty slut. Show me how much you love me," she orders, and you comply, sticking your tongue out to try and invade her depths. She keeps moving, spreading her slimy spunk on every one of your young features, and then presses her asshole down on your tongue. "Yeah, do me there. It tastes so good to a whore like you, doesn't it?" she taunts, and you nod your head obediently, wanting her to scoot back so you can slurp away at her pussy. Finally she does...

And you wake up, the light above blinding you, and your hands rubbing something across your face. It takes a moment for you to realize it's your own juices.

"Ohhh..." you moan, wishing the dream had continued, feeling the yearning ache between your legs. An ache that also comes from your bladder.

Shielding your eyes you stumble to your feet, brain barely functioning well enough to get you into the hall. The bathroom door opens, revealing your older brother's room, and you vaguely remember something about moving, the bathroom being down the hall.

Closing the door you follow the notion and find the little room, even remembering to put the lid down so you don't sink your butt into cold water like you so frequently do. As your pee tinkles endlessly against the ceramic you doze a little.

"I always knew you were making up those stories. You always got the details wrong," you remember Tiffany saying, and you blearily wonder how you can fix that, short of actually fucking some guys. It occurs to you that you could find something to stick inside yourself until then.

[[Life as a good little girl/Forgetting the plan you stumble off to bed. Unfortunately, you head to your old bed and climb in beside your step-brother Mark]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You stumble back to your room]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Following dream-Tiff's urgings you go in search of a cock substitute]]

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Life as a good little girl/Cold cucumbers and a warm vagina don't mix. You decide to warm up the cucumbers

Maxine — Mon, 27 Jul 2015 04:55:01 GMT

Maxine:

"Cold!" you hiss. You can't imagine anyone wanting to stick something that cold inside... themselves. You try warming one with your hands, and feel naughty as you rub your hands up and down the long thick length. In spite of your ministrations it remains cold.

"Well that sucks. I'll just have to..." a light bulb goes off in your mind. What if you put them in the toaster oven? "Brilliant!"

Tip-toeing back down the hall is only marginally less stressful than it was the other six or so times you did it, and you manage to make it to the kitchen without encountering anyone. Fumbling a bit you find the toaster oven and open it up. The digital display turns on, the blue light illuminating the room a little and making you jump. Shaking your head at your nervousness you stick the three cucumbers into the toaster oven and close the door before setting it to the lowest reheat setting and the timer to ten minutes.

Stepping away you can't help but look around, wondering what to do in the meantime. Deciding to be daring you sneak into the family room and look through the big front window. Outside you see streetlights and darkened houses with no signs of activity. Getting bolder you step up close to the window, leaning forward until you're nearly touching it. When you still see nothing you move forward again. Your nipples feel even harder than the glass they're pressing against and you rub a little back and forth, a little moan escaping you at how good it feels.

With wide eyes you look over at the bedroom corridor, but no one seems to have heard so you swivel your head back to the window. Halfway there your eyes snag on the door. What if...

Biting your lip you step away from the window and toward the door, your hand reaching out to undo the lock. Looking toward the bedroom hall you carefully open the door and slip outside, closing the door behind you.

"Naked. Outside," you say, scarcely able to believe what you're doing. It's terrifying, and yet... there's no one around, no traffic, no one to see you if you were to step out in front of the house... like this...

With the garage door at your back you wonder how far you can go. Would you have the courage to go to the end of the drive? Tiffany would be so impressed if you did that. Thinking about her makes your whole body seem to throb and your feet carry you forward.

"Nooo..." you moan, shivering as you get closer and closer to the end of the drive. Fortunately your driveway doesn't have a streetlight by it, but if you went two houses over... You pause, frozen with indecision. Why are you doing this? Why does this feel so exciting instead of terrifying? Is it true? Are you really a slut who wants people so see her naked?

"Tiffany," you whisper, picturing her admiring gaze, her long legs... your own legs carry you over to the streetlight and you hug it for a long moment, afraid that your wobbling knees will give way and turn you into a trembling naked heap collapsed on the sidewalk.

The light shines brightly down upon you, making you fully visible to anyone who looks out their window. Would they? Was anyone awake?

"I should go back," you tell yourself, then eye the dark park only a couple more houses away. The lights there were always broken. You could sneak in with no one seeing you. And then you'd only be a few streets away from Tiffany. You could hop fences to get to her. Plus the ravine and that other park, but you could do it in twenty minutes. She'd be so impressed. Maybe she'd hug you and press her perky round teenage boobs against your itty bitty ones. Maybe she'd kiss you, her tongue rubbing against yours while your ran your hands up and down her body. Maybe she'd sink her long painted nails up your incredibly wet gash, or...

[[Life as a good little girl/Feverish with lust you set off to impress Tiffany]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Snapping out of it you head back to retrieve the cucumbers]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Bright headlights catch you masturbating at the edge of the road]]

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Maxine — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 07:31:36 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'I've enjoyed your writing a lot as well! I think your style comes off a little fantastical, less "believable" maybe, but it's still plenty of fun. I'm very much into slow-burn te…'

I've enjoyed your writing a lot as well! I think your style comes off a little fantastical, less "believable" maybe, but it's still plenty of fun. I'm very much into slow-burn teasing and denial and embarrassment so, if you're comparing our writing styles, I suppose you come off a little rushed. But part of the process for me is that I like feeling that what I write has some sort of basis in reality, some possibility of actually happening, however unlikely. Flawed reasoning and terrible decisions aside of course! :P But that goes hand in hand with my love of ENF and truth or dare and "good intention" characters.

If you're looking for advice, my only suggestion would be to keep Steph a bit more innocent. Having her react with less certainty should help slow down the progression of your plot. But that might just be my personal preference exerting itself. Otherwise, just continue to have fun with it! You write very well and it's always a fun read! [[User:Maxine|Maxine]] 07:31, 26 July 2015 (UTC)

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Give up; take the forfeit

Maxine — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 07:13:41 GMT

Maxine:

Defeated, you let go of your top and place both hands over your crotch. You feel like covering your chest as well, but you've been getting so hot and wet struggling about almost completely naked that you feel like you need both of your hands to contain your arousal.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Julie steps forward and yanks your shirt down your legs then forces you to step out of them.

"Do... do I have to be naked?" you ask.

"You're not naked. You're wearing my panties."

"On my head!" you protest.

"Exactly! So only the rest of you is naked!"

"What's her forfeit, Julie?" Brendan asks impatiently.

"I don't know yet," she replies, folding your shirt as she sits.

"Then can I give her another dare?"

"Actually, that would work. Steph, your forfeit is to do five more dares!"

You sigh in exasperation. Your sister really can be mean sometimes. And yet with how tingly you're feeling you have to admit that some part of you is enjoying all of this naughtiness and attention.

"Fine."

"My dare is you can't hide behind your hands!" Brendan blurts out, clearly excited.

You quickly comply with your brother's wishes, even though you hesitate the moment after pulling your fingers away from your pussy mound. It is so strange to be facing your siblings without a strip of clothing on your entire body, pantie-hat aside.

"Way to blow our first dare. We should make these count!"

"What's wrong with my dare?" Brendan asks, staring quizzically at the smooth slit between your legs.

"It should be way harder than that. Like... she should masturbate on camera."

"Julie..." you groan.

"What? You have done it before, haven't you?"

"I... no."

"Really? You have never fingered yourself?!"

You stop yourself before responding. You have touched yourself before but you're weren't sure if you were doing it right. It didn't feel bad, just awkward.

Julie is already taking out her phone while you ponder silently. "This will be amazing! Your first fingering on camera! Do it already! Go!"

You take a moment to tuck your hair behind your ears, not wanting to look bad for the camera - again, despite your "hat" - then bring both of your hands down to your crotch to poke at your sex. You squat slightly and spread yourself open with your fingers which in turn exposes your pink wet snatch to the air. Bringing a lone digit to that pleasureful button at the top of your slit, you flick your finger up and down over and over against your clit. Your pussy was already ripe for the plucking and with the added taboo of doing this in front of an audience, along with the unnerving addition of a camera, your legs shake and quiver as you scratch your sensitive nub.

Brendan slides off of the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of you looking for a better view. Julie also seeks a better angle, leaning forward off the edge of the bed with her phone stretched far out in front of her.

"Keep going. Stick a finger in," Julie softly encourages.

"Wuh?" you reply, your breathing already becoming exaggerated.

"Come here," Julie says, standing. "Lie on the bed."

You again nervously tuck your hair back. Stepping between your brother and sister, you crawl onto your older sibling's bed and flip around so you're on your back. Julie grabs one of your ankles and pulls it to the side, parting your thighs as your lower leg slips off the side of the mattress.

"Now pull your box open like before."

"My what?"

Julie sighs. "Your vag. Spread it."

You couldn't be blushing harder than you already are, otherwise her words would be sending you through various shades of red. But you follow her orders, bringing both hands down to your puffy lips and prying them apart in an obscene fashion.

Julie moves closer, her phone pointing straight between your legs. You watch her every move with great trepidation and anticipation, your body a confused bundle of nerves. But when her finger makes contact with your pussy you almost yelp in surprise. It takes all of your focus to not slam your legs shut.

What happens next is nothing short of incredible. Julie pushes her finger ''inside'' of you! The tip of her digit penetrating your opening sends wild shocks of pleasure - as well as pure shock - throughout your thin frame. When she pushes deeper your delicate folds close around her, tightly gripping the intruder and causing her to press more forcefully into your sex, which in turn induces even greater pleasure.

Then Julie pulls back. The suction your pussy has created around her finger makes that a very stimulating experience, allowing you to feel every every tiny groove and imperfection along its length. But she does not pull out all of the way. She is perhaps only halfway out when she plunges into you again. Your tight hole revels in the attention but your clit begs for more. Julie only manages to do this a few more times before you move one of your hands onto your clitoris and whirl your fingertips about in a frenzy of excitement.

Your own sister is fingering you.

"Slow down," commands Julie before (sadly) pulling her finger all the way out of you. Her removal manages to coax some more of your wetness from you. "Now it's your turn."

"Okay!" you exclaim, sitting up with a jolt. "Take your pants off!"

"What? N... no! It's YOUR turn!" Julie replies, a bit flustered.

You flop back onto the bed, somehow embarrassed more by your outburst than what you've been doing. But wanting to follow through with your forfeit, lest you receive even worse punishments, you swiftly bring a solitary finger to your slit and push deep inside yourself. Your lips hug your finger quickly coating it in your glistening juices. Feeling your vagina squeeze your finger and your finger penetrate your vagina makes you wild with lust. You thrust into your pussy recklessly, slamming your palm against your clit and causing you to pant along with every thrust. Is this what sex is? Why had no one told you?

"Okay, that's probably enough," Julie announces a minute or so later. "But I do have a question: what boy do you fancy right now?"

You had continued pounding your finger into your cunny even after your sister told you that you could stop, but her question brings you to pause. If you're honest with her, she probably won't like the answer.

"Umm... Jordan."

"Jor- wait, my boyfriend?!"

"It's only a crush!" you quickly defend yourself. "And you asked!"

Julie looks like she's about to start into it with you then stops and sighs instead.

"Fine. I guess he'll do."

"Do? For what?"

"He'll be the lucky boy who gets this video!"

You abruptly right yourself in bed bringing your hands up to cover your open mouth. You're in such shock that you barely even realize that you're pressing your wet finger against your lip.

"What?!! You can't send that!"

"Why else do you think I was recording you?"

"I... I didn't think about it," you admit.

"Well relax. Jordan is super cool. We sext all the time."

"B-but... how do you know he won't share it?"

Julie scoffs at you. "He wouldn't do that. Besides, I've sent him worse."

"Can I get that video too?" Brendan asks, a hand deep down the front of his pants.

"You don't even have a phone!"

Brendan slowly shifts his arm about. "Yeah, but... can I get it too?"

[[Beg Julie to not send the video]]

[[Ask for your next dare]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Give up; take the forfeit

Maxine — Sat, 25 Jul 2015 19:45:32 GMT

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Life as a good little girl/Ask to see some more outfits first

Maxine — Thu, 25 Jun 2015 20:45:04 GMT

Maxine:

Somehow you can't muster the will to object to this practically non-existent outfit. Maybe it's because these two older girls both admire you for wearing such daring clothes.

"Yes," you say quietly, nodding. "I'm a slut."

"Way to say it, Stephi," Tiffany gives you a congratulatory slap on your half-exposed behind, making you jump.

"Could we please get some more clothes?" you ask the two older girls, gesturing to the clothes you are wearing. You really wanted to get a new outfit Tiffany would admire, but not something like this. And you do have two-hundred dollars to spend.

This is the first chance you've had to get new clothes since moving here. You've had to make do with clothes that were made for the northern climate you'd left behind. You have done your best to make do by performing some home-spun alterations with some of garments, but you just ended up with obscene jean-shorts, or a long-sleeve shirt turned into an sloppy ultra-cropped tank-top with frayed stringy straps when it started unraveling. It's been a fashion struggle, but now you have the means to correct it. Of course the help you're receiving is unexpected.

Tiffany smiles at you and Emma's eyes light up. She probably gets a commission from sales, you think, which would be good for her considering how nice she's been to you.

"That's brilliant! No longer will you be wearing the uncoolest clothes in school, not with us dressing you up! We can fill out your repertoire, so to speak. Now, we are going to have to go pretty cheap so we can stretch this to get you a week's worth of outfits. But when the guys spot you flaunting your stuff you'll make more than enough money to replace the rest of your clothes!"

"I only need a few small things," you mutter. Shorts, you think, a few t-shirts. Maybe a modest skirt or two so you don't boil in the sun.

Tiffany smiles at your magic words. "Just leave it to us, Stephi. Here, take a few bucks and go get yourself a drink or something while me and Emma pick out your new wardrobe."

"Oh. Um, I thought I could pick out a few different things. You know, like a little of..."

"Small. Little. Got it," Tiffany grins, interrupting you. She turns you toward the door, almost pushing you out. "I promise I won't let you down. Now go get something to drink. Or, well, whatever else five bucks gets you," she winks, and takes a fiver from your own stash of money, hands it to you, and gives you one last nudge out the door. "Give us fifteen minutes and we'll have a bunch of cheap little things for your new wardrobe."

Sighing, and wondering if you should maybe protest, you look around, wondering where you should go. Or if maybe you should turn around and stop submissively letting Tiffany choose your destiny.

[[Life as a good little girl/Realizing the kind of clothes you'll probably get you turn around and try to take command]]

[[Life as a good little girl/A hot dog from the food court sounds good right about now]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Check out some of the nearby stores. Maybe you'll find something interesting]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Wander around like this? Heck no, you're going to hide in some dark area where no one will see or hear you]]

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Julie interrupts you before you can continue

Maxine — Thu, 25 Jun 2015 07:35:00 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"So-" "Go ahead then, Brendan. You can start." "Bu-" "It's ''Brendan's'' turn. Seriously..." Julie exclaims. You were thinking you would get to go next but it's not a big dea…'

"So-"

"Go ahead then, Brendan. You can start."

"Bu-"

"It's ''Brendan's'' turn. Seriously..." Julie exclaims.

You were thinking you would get to go next but it's not a big deal. It will come back to you eventually.

"Is it okay if I give a double dare?" he asks.

Julie raises an eyebrow. "What, like something twice as hard?"

"No, like daring both of you."

"What do ya say, sis?"

You shrug, as noncommittal as ever. You'd like to think you're pretty daring. You just hope they don't only pick on you.

"Okay, my dare is... you have to wear each other's panties on your heads!"

Julie nudges your little brother. "When did you become a dirty little freak?"

"My panties?" you repeat. "I'll be bottomless..." you add, trailing off into a whisper

"What was that you said, Steph? Truth or chicken? Care to demonstrate how quick you wuss out?"

Not wanting to give your sister the satisfaction, you swiftly remove your panties and throw them at her. A hand drifts over your crotch as you still find yourself unable to show yourself off so brazenly to your siblings.

"Eww, this is... you're turned on!"

"Huh?"

Julie opens up your panties and you all stare down at them. There's a not-so-subtle wet spot in the middle of the crotch. With all your bouncing and nervousness you hadn't even noticed.

"I'm... sweating," you offer, trying to save face.

"I have to wear your pussy spunk on my head?!"

Your fingers anxiously press against your sex confirming your sister's accusation. You stammer through your words. "It's not... I'm just..."

Julie walks over to her hamper and pulls out a pair of bright pink panties. She throws them at you just as you did to her.

"If I have to wear your dirty panties then you have to wear mine."

"Bu-but, that's not fair. You're still wearing panties!"

Julie smoothly dons your undergarment as a lopsided hat. "And we'll both be wearing the other's panties on our heads. That was the dare, after all."

Frustrated but beaten by a technicality, you pull your sister's dirty pink underpants onto your head, making sure not to leave your privates unprotected for very long. Brandon is staring pretty hard.

"Good. So now it's my turn. I da-"

Her turn?! "But when is it my turn?"

"Quit whining. Geez. Brandon, me, then you. Seriously..." She tosses her hair back indignantly, but it's hard to take her seriously in a backwards tank and panties on her head. "MY dare is for you to wear your shirt as pants."

Whaa...? How does that even work? Shirts aren't pants! You're sure she just wants to get you naked.

"I'm waiting!" Julie adds impatiently.

You wave you hands at her. "Okay, okay."

This dare is confusing you. But maybe you can do it without showing too much.

Popping your arms out of your t-shirt you crouch down to the floor and try to stretch your shirt down over your legs. With a lot of stretching you manage to stick one leg through an arm hole, but the entire back of your t-shirt has now ridden up over your shoulders. You're flashing pussy and side-boob galore as you struggle on the ground.

"You look like a retard," comments Julie. She and Brendan laugh together at your odd and exposed state.

"This is hard!"

"Not as hard as Brendan!"

Your brother stops laughing after that comment. What does she mean by that anyway?

Refocusing on your task, you decide that even if you could lift your other leg into the other arm, there's no way that you could walk like that. You'd be all bent over and your bare butt would be sticking out behind you.

Freeing your leg and weighing your options, you make the difficult decision to take your top off. Which leaves you naked. Completely naked in front of your older sister and little brother. Your body is tingling all over. Your hands are trembling a little. You should try to move faster.

You slip one foot down through the neck of your t-shirt followed by the other right after. Wiggle by wiggle the garment makes its way higher up your legs. But your legs are wider than the neck of the shirt. You tug on the shoulder fabric and twist your body to and fro, but after it passes your knees it becomes obvious that there is no way your thighs - let alone your butt - is going to squeeze into this thing.

"This is impossible!"

Julie laughs. "For you, apparently!"

"Can I help her?" Brendan asks, his gaze never leaving your slender form.

"Of course not. If she can't do it she has to take a forfeit!"

"Oh!" he says, this revelation bringing a smile to his face. Brendan shifts in his spot, both hands carefully placed over his jeans.

"Guys, come on!" you whine. You hunch down a bit, trying to shield your chest and pussy from view, as you continue to tug up on your shirt.

"Do you give up?"

[[Give up; take the forfeit]]

[[Beg Brendan to help you]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Ask Julie first

Maxine — Wed, 24 Jun 2015 22:45:30 GMT

Maxine:

"You, Julie," you reply instantly. "Truth or chicken?" you poke back, trying to antagonize her.

"Tr- no, I'll let you dare me. Why not? You're harmless."

That last comment was almost under her breath, but not quite. You know you're not that exciting most of the time, but you also know that you're not just some good little girl. You can be fun and wild. So you try to think of something riskier, although you are indeed aiming for something harmless.

"You have to... wear your clothes backwards."

Julie scoffs at your dare then pulls her arms into her shirt. Spinning the fabric around her body she does a double take when she remembers what she's wearing. Her shirt is a T-back tank top and, now that it's turned around, leaves nothing but a thin vertical strip of fabric between her boobs. She is wearing a bra though, even though she's only an a-cup. Each bright pink cup sits happily on display in the open. She glares at you a little but with a hint of a grin as if she likes where you're taking this. Brendan is all smiles now that he's looking at panties on one side of him and a bra on the other.

"Shorts too," you add.

"I'm getting there!"

Julie stands up in a huff and quickly slides her tight black dance shorts down her legs. Some very colorful rainbow panties come into view. It takes you a moment to realize that it is actually a thong. Brendan's eyes help you determine that when they light up as she bends over in front of him. You wonder if mom knows she's wearing thongs. Maybe that's why she's been doing her own laundry lately.

Her shorts are back on in short order. They look a little off being backwards, but besides a mild wedgie you're sure it's mostly comfortable for her.

"I saw your butt..." Brendan says in a hushed tone, still all smiles.

"I'll see yours soon enough," she replies confidently, sitting next to him. "But first..." she starts, turning back to you. "I want to change this a little bit. I'm going to dare you back sis, but then I think we should just give dares in a circle. I think that's easier."

You and your brother shrug and nod approving of Julie's suggestion.

"m'kay. Then your dare is to do a strip tease."

"What?!" you ask in shock.

"You know, start taking your clothes off, but sexy... I guess you don't ''have'' to get ''all'' the way naked, but you should try!"

You prance in place nervously. You're really not a good dancer. You've done some gymnastics, but you don't have a lot of rhythm. But never mind taking off your clothes while doing it!

"Oh, let's put on some Beyonce!" Your sister grabs her phone excitedly.

The music starts but you still just stand there prancing. Your siblings coax you into moving more, your brother yelling for you to strip and your sister telling you to move with the beat and follow the words.

You lift your arms above your head and sway your hips from side to side. You can feel your shirt lift slightly when you do. You don't think your belly button is out, but you have no doubt that they're getting a better look at your yellow panties. You can feel yourself blushing as you stand there swaying awkwardly. Then you hear some of the words. Something about being on her knees? Okay then...

With a turn you drop down to your hands and knees. Unsure of how to dance on your knees you shaking your butt around and wiggle as much as you can. Your sister Julie starts hollering. Brendan just laughs at you. Between the two of them chattering so wildly you can't stay down very long. It feels too embarrassing.

''Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse''

Her words are so dirty. And you're starting to feel dirty by association since your sister told you to 'follow' them. You couldn't possibly rip your top, but you try to draw inspiration all the same. You pop one of your arms free from your t-shirt and reach across for the other one. But you stop short. You chicken out. Instead you slip the free arm out of the bottom of your shirt. At least it's "less" on now. And your siblings seem to like it. So you throw your arms up again... and immediately regret it. Your free arm pulls the left hem of your shirt all the way up and onto your shoulder flashing part of your chest! You pull your shirt down right away blushing harder than ever.

"Yeah! Keep going sis!" Julie shouts.

You're way too self conscious of your itty bitty titties to flash any more of them, but with your older sister's encouragement you do try to continue. Using the hand sticking out the bottom of your shirt, you grab onto the waist of your panties and yank it around playfully, as if you're contemplating removing them. Sticking your other arm in the air you bounce around trying not to accidentally flash anything else. Your shirt rides up a little, definitely showing off your stomach, but it settles there and let's you have a moment of fun.

"Show your butt!" yells Brandon.

You think about that for a second. You've already flashed your chest, which is way worse. Besides, you're kind of proud of your butt. Why not show it off?

Turning away from them, you move your hand behind you and push your undies down with your fingers. Slipping the waistband under each cheek, you wiggle your bared bum in the air blushing even a little harder than before. Your brother's cheering doesn't make it any easier either. But you're starting to have some fun. You jump in a circle and flail about comically. The panties slide lower and lower in the front as you bounce around and you have to keep yanking up on them to keep them in place, but now you don't want to stop!

"The song's almost over. Do a finishing move!"

Maybe you should just go for it. But... maybe not ''all'' the way.

You once again turn away from your siblings then pause to gather your courage. With little effort, you slip your panties the rest of the way off. Feeling the thin fabric brush down your legs makes you tingle with naughtiness. But with that out of the way there's only one thing left. You reach down for your hem and pull upwards all the way to your neck. And it's at that moment that you notice Julie's mirror on her desk.

Your brother and sister laugh and cheer in unison. You crumple to the floor as the song is ending, kicking yourself for not seeing the mirror sooner. You wrestle your way back into your shirt before you stand up and bend over for your panties.

"Nice job, Stephi! It almost looked like you knew what you were doing!" she teases you.

"Thanks," is all you can mutter. Your cheeks are beginning to hurt from blushing so much. You're also starting to sweat. Your panties feel a bit wet.

[[Give your next dare]]

[[Julie interrupts you before you can continue]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Ask Julie first

Maxine — Wed, 24 Jun 2015 18:58:41 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"You, Julie," you reply instantly. "Truth or chicken?" you poke back, trying to antagonize her. "Tr- no, I'll let you dare me. Why not? You're harmless." That last comment was …'

"You, Julie," you reply instantly. "Truth or chicken?" you poke back, trying to antagonize her.

"Tr- no, I'll let you dare me. Why not? You're harmless."

That last comment was almost under her breath, but not quite. You know you're not that exciting most of the time, but you also know that you're not just some good little girl. You can be fun and wild. So you try to think of something riskier, although you are indeed aiming for something harmless.

"You have to... wear your clothes backwards."

Julie scoffs at your dare then pulls her arms into her shirt. Spinning the fabric around her body she does a double take when she remembers what she's wearing. Her shirt is a T-back tank top and, now that it's turned around, leaves nothing but a thin vertical strip of fabric between her boobs. She is wearing a bra though, even though she's only an a-cup, but each cup sits happily on display in the open . She glares at you a little but with a hint of a grin. Brendan is all smiles now that panties are on one side of him and a bra is on the other.

"Shorts too," you add.

"I'm getting there!"

Julie stands up in a huff and quickly slides her tight black dance shorts down her legs. Some very colorful rainbow panties come into view. It takes you a moment to realize that it is actually a thong. Brendan's eyes help you determine that when they light up as she bends over in front of him. You wonder if mom knows she's wearing thongs. Maybe that's why she's been doing her own laundry lately.

Her shorts are back on in short order. They look a little off being backwards, but besides a mild wedgie you're sure it's mostly comfortable for her.

"I saw your butt..." Brendan says in a hushed tone, still all smiles.

"I'll see yours soon enough," she replies confidently, sitting next to him. "But first..." she starts, turning back to you. "I want to change this a little bit. I'm going to dare you back sis, but then I think we should just give dares in a circle. I think that's easier."

You and your brother shrug and nod approving of Julie's suggestion.

"'kay. Then your dare is to do a strip tease."

"What?!" you ask in shock.

"You know, start taking your clothes off, but sexy. I guess you don't ''have'' to get all the way naked, but you should try!"

You prance in place nervously. You're really not a good dancer. You've done some gymnastics, but you don't have a lot of rhythm. But never mind taking off your clothes while doing it!

"Oh, let's put on some Beyonce!" Your sister grabs her phone excitedly.

The music starts but you still just stand there prancing. Your siblings coax you into moving more, your brother yelling for you to strip and your sister telling you to move with the beat and follow the words.

You lift your arms above your head and sway your hips from side to side. You can feel your shirt lift slightly when you do. You don't think your belly button is on display, but you have no doubt that they're getting a better look at your yellow panties. You can feel yourself blushing as you stand there swaying awkwardly. Then you hear some of the words. Something about being on her knees?

You turn and drop down to your hands and knees. Unsure of how to dance on your knees you shaking your butt around and wiggle as much as you can. Your sister Julie starts hollering. Brendan just laughs at you. Between the two of them chattering you can't stay down there very long. It feels too embarrassing.

''Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse''

Her words make you feel dirty. At least since your sister told you to 'follow' them. But you try to draw inspiration all the same. You pop one of your arms free from your t-shirt and reach across for the other one. But you stop short. You don't think you can do it. Instead you slip the free arm out of the bottom of your shirt. At least it's "less" on now. And your siblings seem to like it. So you throw your arms up again... and immediately regret it. Your free arm pulls the left hem of your shirt all the way up and onto your shoulder flashing part of your chest. You pull your shirt down right away blushing harder than ever.

"Yeah! Keep going sis!" Julie shouts.

You're way too self conscious of your itty bitty titties to flash any more of them, but with your older sister's encouragement you do grab onto the waist of your panties with the hand sticking out the bottom of your shirt and yank it around playfully. Sticking your other arm in the air you bounce around as best you can. Your shirt rides up a little, definitely showing off your stomach, but it seems to settle there.

"Show your butt!" yells Brandon.

You think about that for a second. You've already flashed your chest which is way worse. Besides, you're kind of proud of your butt.

Turning away from them, you slide your hand behind you push your undies down with your fingers.

WIP

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Life as a good little girl/It's not worth it; Give up and go back to your room

Maxine — Tue, 23 Jun 2015 19:37:28 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'Your brothers won't help you. Even if you still had your phone there's no guarantee that Joe would pick up his phone. He's constantly forgetting to charge it. He even forgets it …'

Your brothers won't help you. Even if you still had your phone there's no guarantee that Joe would pick up his phone. He's constantly forgetting to charge it. He even forgets it at home half of the time.

It's starting to really hit you now... you've just lost ''all'' of your clothes.

Shuffling back down the hallway to your new room you fight back tears. How can you even survive just wearing tiny and worn out kids clothes? Your brothers will be merciless. School will be a nightmare. Tiffany... you're actually not sure how Tiff will react. She has a taste in clothing you haven't quite wrapped your head around yet.

You reach to one side of the door frame for a handle that doesn't exist before sulking the rest of the way into your room. Despite how sad you are, your nipples are curiously stiff and attentive. You tweak one with your fingers and it reacts instantly to your touch, your tiny tits grateful for the stimulation. They're so pointy it almost hurts. You don't understand how you could be turned on right now.

Moping isn't going to get you anywhere. You kick the box with your old clothes to one side, moving out of direct line of sight of the hallway as best you can, before you tip the box over. Dumping its contents onto the floor you try to make heads or tails of what you've been left with.

Of course it isn't a very large box. At least there wasn't much inside it. You have to write off a bunch of items immediately. There's simply no way they will fit you anymore. Some t-shirts, shorts, a bathing suit, all of it is too tight to even try to get onto your body.

What you're left with after you eliminate the tiniest garments is... very little.

There's a frilly blue play-dress that you only outgrew a couple of years ago that you might still be able to squeeze into. The waist would be very tight though. You couldn't possibly wear anything under it. And doing up the zipper in the back is unlikely to happen. How long it is also worries you. At one point you remember it coming down past your knees. Now you'd be lucky to have it hit mid-thigh. And while it is the most promising coverage-wise, it is also the girliest article you could wear.

You used to use an extra large handkerchief as a play-apron when you were little. It's still big enough that you might be able to tie it around your chest as a top. The only bottoms that would look semi-normal with it is a small purple jean skirt. Once again, you're not sure if you can do up the zipper - at least not all the way - but it's the only thing that kind of matches the handkerchief. You at least need to ''try'' to be fashionable, especially if this is now your entire wardrobe.

The last long shot is a tiny pink cardigan. It only has one button near the neck, swoops out to the side from there, and has a flowery pattern with hearts all over it. However, it looks like it's still big enough to get your arms into. It will barely cover your chest though. And the only thing that goes with it are a tiny pair of bright pink lycra dance shorts. They used to be pretty stretchy, but a few years on and you'll be stretching them to their limit (that's assuming a seam doesn't burst). You not even sure that you could wear something so tight for an entire day.

[[Life as a good little girl/Put on the play dress]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Put on the handkerchief and skirt]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Put on the cardigan and dance shorts]]

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Play Truth or Dare with your siblings

Maxine — Mon, 22 Jun 2015 23:37:46 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"Truth or dare sounds fun!" you quickly interject. You really don't want to be a slave. "Yeah! Truth or dare!" Brendan shouts again. "I'm not doing anything with you unless you…'

"Truth or dare sounds fun!" you quickly interject. You really don't want to be a slave.

"Yeah! Truth or dare!" Brendan shouts again.

"I'm not doing anything with you unless you take it down a notch," Julie scolded your brother.

"I'm just excited. I like playing with you two," he replies shyly.

"Okay, fine. Truth or dare." Julie falls down onto her bed next to you. "But its on the condition that you take dare every time."

That sort of kills the "or" concept of this game, but why not. As long as Julie is willing to play it's hard for you to complain.

"I guess. Sure," you shrug.

"Okay, me first!" Brendan shouts.

"Fine. Truth or dare?" Julie asks.

"No, I mea-"

"Truth or dare?" she asks again.

Brendan sighs. "Okay. Dare."

"Okay... you have to... smell Stephi's crotch."

"What?" you exclaim.

"No! Gross!" Brendan replies.

"Fine. What should your punishment be..."

"Wait, I'll do it!" he says, scrunching his nose up.

"Hold on, I didn't agree to this."

"Too bad. This is his dare. Now open your legs."

Cringing slightly, you obey your big sister and part your legs hanging off the side of the bed. Brendan shuffles up in front of you and bends forward. This is already awkward enough, but when he grabs the bottom of your shirt and starts to lift it you freak out a little.

"Wait..."

"What?" he asks.

"Just shut up and sit there, Steph."

Your sister's words are harsh but they get you to hold your tongue. After a pause, Brendan continues to lift your shirt exposing all of your pantie covered crotch to your younger brother. He dips in, takes a long whiff, then stands back up with a confused look on his face.

"So? What does she smell like?" prods Julie.

"Kinda like pee."

"I do not!" you protest. "I showered this morning!"

He just shrugs. "Well I dunno. It just smells... weird."

You immediately begin wracking your brain. You should be minty fresh down there. Do you smell and not know it? Is your brother just stupid? Or maybe you're 'excited' and didn't realize it.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Julie replies.

"How many dicks have you kissed?" Brendan can barely say it without giggling.

Tossing her hair back, Julie feigns a look of boredom by her brother's question, but she still takes her time answering it. "...four."

"Really?! Hahahah!" Brendan cackles. "You've kissed twice as many dicks as you live with!"

"So? I'm in junior high now."

"You've put your mouth... on a ''penis!''" he laughs to himself.

"Moving on then... Stephi, truth or d-" She stops then smiles. "Oh, that's right! Hmmm. Why don't you give our brother a lap dance?"

Reluctantly, you nod and push yourself off of the bed. Brendan swaps places with you and you awkwardly start dancing in front of him to nothing but silence. You're not a very good dancer and it shows. Brendan giggles under his breath as you dance in a circle in front of him.

"I said a lap dance. Although you could take a forfeit..."

"Fine, fine," you shoot back. Although you're not entirely sure what a lap dance is. Since 'lap' is in the name you may as well start there.

You back up to your brother and sit down on his lap. Your panties are thin enough for you to easily make out the button on his jeans and the rough denim over his zipper. Swallowing your nervousness away, you wiggle around in his lap and throw your arms around.

Brendan stops laughing about the same time that his denim starts to poke at you a bit harder, but only in one spot. You look over at Julie and see her smiling to herself. Figuring that means you're done, you get up off your brother and curtsey to him dramatically. He stays seated exactly where he is, his face starting to blush.

"Alright lap dancer," Julie teases, "who's next?"

[[Ask Julie first]]

[[Ask Brendan first]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Look to your siblings to help you get out of chores

Maxine — Mon, 22 Jun 2015 17:05:04 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"Oh, um... we were all going to do that thing today, right?" you ask, glancing between your brother and sister. "Huh?" Brendan asks. "Don't you remember?" You poke Julie under …'

"Oh, um... we were all going to do that thing today, right?" you ask, glancing between your brother and sister.

"Huh?" Brendan asks.

"Don't you remember?" You poke Julie under the table as you talk. "That thing? Remember?"

"Ooooh... yeeaah..." Julie drones out, almost sarcastically. "She's helping us today, Brendan."

"Oh, cool!" he responds, clueless.

"In fact, let's go right now!" orders Julie, poking back at you.

"Alright, well you kids have fun!" mom yells out as the three of you scurry away with Julie in the lead.

Piling into Julie's room, you jump onto your older sibling's bed and stretch out. "Thanks sissy!"

"I see London, I see France, I see Stephi's underpants!"

You pull down on your shirt as far as you can. Your brother is always the pinnacle of maturity.

"Okay, we got you out of chore duty. Now you owe us."

"But why?" you whine. "I'm always the one doing chores!"

"Exactly. But if you keep ''not'' doing them mom and dad are going to ask more from us." She punches Brendan playfully and he pretends that he just got shot, falling to the ground. "So you owe us."

You sigh audibly. You really didn't want to do anything today. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Let's play truth or dare!" Brendan says excitedly, scrambling from the floor.

"Really? I'm way too old for that," Julie states, tossing her hair.

"You're only thirteen," you helpfully remind her.

"I'm turning fourteen!" she shoots back.

"Truth or dare! Truth or dare!" shouts Brendan.

"Okay, but I was thinking... that she could be our slave for the day."

Brendan smiles wickedly at Julie's words. You're starting to not like where this is going one bit. And you're worried that this could get even worse the more they talk about it. Probably better to agree to something than let the brainstorming continue.

[[Play Truth or Dare with your siblings]]

[[Become a slave to your siblings for the day]]

[[Suggest something else for you all to do]]

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Life as a good little girl/Get down and hold your hands together for Mark

Maxine — Mon, 22 Jun 2015 00:36:27 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'The dirtiest part of you wins out. But you still try to justify it to yourself as best you can. This will just help you tell more convincing stories to Tiffany. Hell, this whole …'

The dirtiest part of you wins out. But you still try to justify it to yourself as best you can. This will just help you tell more convincing stories to Tiffany. Hell, this whole experience could be a story for Tiffany. Although maybe you'll leave out the "my brother Mark" part.

As you kneel onto the carpet Mark's eyes go wide.

"Woah! Really?" You stare up at him listlessly, unsure if you're doing something wrong. He reaches out and grabs the phone from your hand, keeping it pointed at you. "Toss the mag," he commands. You close the magazine and set it down to one side. "Now bring your fingers together."

You pause a moment, composing yourself. You're actually doing this.

At near eye level with his dick now, you hold your hands out in front of your face and clasp your fingers together, making a hole that you peer through. Mark is practically giggling as he steps up to your hands. You can't keep yourself from flinching when the wet tip of his dick touches your pinky fingers. He doesn't stop there though, sliding his cock through your hands the rest of the way in one thrust, pushing your fingers farther apart. That insertion into your hands managed to lube up your palms thoroughly.

"Keep pushing your hands together," instructs Mark. "Pressure is good."

You nod and grip Mark's member more forcefully. Actually holding a boy-part in your hands is kind of surreal. Everything about it is almost shocking, not least of which being the fact that it's happening. He's so incredibly warm. But the texture surprises you. Somehow it's soft despite being firm. And the slit at the tip staring straight at you less than a foot away is puzzling and mysterious.

Why did your first proper encounter with a penis have to be your brother's?

While you were daydreaming you realize that Mark had already began "fucking" your hands. He's bucking his pelvis to and fro. Watching his dick get bigger and smaller as it move toward and away from you is mesmerizing.

"Ooooh yeah," Mark groans. "This is helping."

With his phone angled precariously in one hand, Mark drops his free hand on top of your fist. His larger fingers envelope yours and squeezes your dainty digits into him even harder. With him gripping your hands it's not long before he's guiding you up and down his shaft as much as he is bucking his hips toward you. It's this movement that starts to make your stomach churn. You were fine while all you were doing was sitting here passively, but having your hands move across the length of his cock makes you an active participant. And that is giving you all sorts of butterflies.

You close your eyes like your brother suggested. Not seeing it happen does sort of help. But his dick is traveling so quickly beneath your fingers. It's impossible to take your mind off of what's happening.

And then suddenly your brother stops. A split second later you peek through one eye. A split second after that you feel a pulse shoot through your brother's cock. And then an impact against your cheek.

You open your eyes and mouth in shock.

"Mark! Wha-ckakah!"

Cum fires into your mouth and hits the back of your throat. You close your eyes and focus every ounce of will you have trying not to swallow it but it's already working its way down. You want to stick your fingers in your mouth and scrape at your tongue, but Mark is squeezing your hands so tight around his dick that you can't pull them away. So instead of reacting intelligently in this situation, you sit overly preoccupied with the glob of semen traveling down your throat and fail to react as your brother pumps long ropey shots of cum all over your face.

"FUCK... fuck... fuck..." exclaims Mark with a few slow finishing pumps. Finally spent, he slides his dick out of your hands, wiping a trailing bit of cum from his tip against your fingers in the process.

You try to open both your eyes but immediately close the right one. It is simply drenched in cum. There's also semen trying to pool in the corners of your mouth, as if it was trying to work its way past your lips. Your chin, your forehead, even on your chest and your legs... it's everywhere.

"Oooookay," Mark sighs in relief. "Now you can use my phone, sis. But first, what do you say?"

[[Life as a good little girl/Thank your brother and take his phone]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Run to the bathroom and clean off the cum]]

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Life as a good little girl/Maybe there's something you could do

Maxine — Sun, 21 Jun 2015 23:43:19 GMT

Maxine: Created page with '"Well..." you start, not wanting to finish. Your arms waver in the air still holding out the masturbatory material that has proven to be insufficient for your brother's needs. "I…'

"Well..." you start, not wanting to finish. Your arms waver in the air still holding out the masturbatory material that has proven to be insufficient for your brother's needs. "Is there something else I could do?"

Mark grins a little. "Like?"

"I dunno," you mumble. You already regret asking. "What would help?"

"...you could make out with me."

"Ew!" you cringe. "That's gross! You're my brother."

"Step. Besides, I'm sure you could use the practice."

Your lips purse into a scowl. How would he know if you need practice? And even if he's right, so what?

"Maybe there's another thing?" you ask.

"I guess you could... put your hands together and let me fuck the hole."

"What?" You actually don't know what he's talking about.

"I'm getting a little tired, but if you just got down held your hands steady... it would be like a reverse hand job." He sees you cringe a little harder before he adds. "You could always close your eyes."

Yeah, that's what would make that better. And yet some dark dirty part of you, stirred up by Tiff's wild stories about handjobs and blowjobs and footjobs and everything in between, has your curiosity piqued at this idea. Of course it's totally and completely gross. You could never do it... could you?

"Um... is there ''anything'' else?"

Mark sighs, more out of frustration than pleasure. "Sure. Bend that little ass of yours over and spread that shit."

His words sound flippant and insincere, clearly not intended as an actual suggestion. And yet you can't help but consider it. It's bad enough to be a witness to your brother's depravity, but to be the object of it? Still, it's the only suggestion thus far that doesn't involve touching him in some way.

So? How should you help your brother?

[[Life as a good little girl/Make out with your brother Mark]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Get down and hold your hands together for Mark]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Bend over and spread yourself in front of Mark]]

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Life as a good little girl/Wait for your brother to finish

Maxine — Sun, 21 Jun 2015 23:18:31 GMT

Maxine:

"Are you at least almost done?" you whine, hating how desperate you sound.

Mark gives his dick a few slow strokes as he looks at you. Finally a grin slowly crosses his face. "Maybe you can help."

You're sure your eyes go as wide as saucers at that suggestion, and you take a step away, trying to cover both breasts and pussy at the same time.

"Hold the phone for me and I can use both hands."

"Phone..." you breath. Maybe you could take it and call... no, if you tried he'd be on top of you in an instant, and with both of you naked. Well, you would want him sitting on your then, would you?

"And this," he says, rummaging around beside the bed. At last he hold up a magazine. On it you see a flat-chested teen surrounded by men in gang clothing, their dicks all pointed at the scared looking girl.

Ew, you think, but remembering your predicament you come to a fast decision. "Fine. I'll do it. Just... just get it over with."

"Things like this can't be rushed," he tells you, making you re-think not running away with the phone. If you beaned him with it would he still be able to catch you?

Opening the magazine he flipped through it slowly. "Hmm. Nah. Mmmm... maybe... Ooh, that one's good. Oh yeah, maybe that one..."

"Ma-arrrk," you sing out, hopping from foot to foot like you have to pee.

"Got it! This gang bang spread's got a bit of everything on these two pages. Hold the magazine in one hand, the phone in the other. And stand on this side of the bed," he motions to the other side of the bed where the tv is.

Reluctantly you move as instructed, but instead of giving you the phone and magazine he reaches under the bed and grabs a remote control. How did he have time to get everything where he wanted it in such a short period of time? "Take these and hold them above your waist.

For a long moment you pause, realizing that if you do as instructed you'll be exposing your privates to him again. But thinking about Joe giving your clothes away spurs you into motion. With a red face you snatch the phone, keeping it aimed at him so you don't have to look at whatever disgusting picture he has on it. You do the same with the magazine.

"Hold the phone around your belly button and the magazine off to your right," he instructs, and presses play.

The tv blares to life, making you jump, and you hear meaty sounds, along with "That's right, bitch, take my thick dick up your ass. Terry, her throat feel good to you?"

"Yeah baby, take it balls deep. Choke on it like the slut you are."

If your face could get any redder it would only be from blood dripping out of your pores. Mark grins, and glances from magazine to phone to video. You try to ignore it, to will yourself elsewhere as his hand flies up and down his dick and his eyes dance from one stimulant to another. Magazine, phone, pussy, breasts, dvd. The pace picks up to the point that you think his dick will be skinned from the pace and pressure.

Throughout it all you stand there, toes curling and uncurling in the thin carpet, trying not to hear the men in the video dominating some poor girl, or to look down at the magazine to see just what he was masturbating to. Mostly you tried not to look at your step-brother. Tried, but mostly failed. Your eyes kept coming back to Mark's hands and what they contained. Like his dad, Mark was on the tall side, and you wondered if his dick was just as large. Surely they weren't all thicker than your own fist.

"Stephi..." he grunts, and your eyes go wide. Is he fantasizing about you? Does he want you to stop staring? "It's not working..."

Oh. Nope.

"B-but it has to! Can't you, um... pump harder?"

Mark shakes his head. "I need something more."

"More?"

[[Life as a good little girl/Maybe there's something you could do]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Give up and go back your new room]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Try a different brother]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Suggest that he call Tiffany and have her tell him about some of her exploits. You're pretty sure he's hot for her]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Panties and a loose t-shirt to lounge around the house in.

Maxine — Fri, 19 Jun 2015 18:07:27 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'Do you even plan on doing anything today? Based on that, you don't see a reason to get dressed at all. Well, maybe you should put something on. Mom probably wouldn't take too kin…'

Do you even plan on doing anything today? Based on that, you don't see a reason to get dressed at all. Well, maybe you should put something on. Mom probably wouldn't take too kindly to you walking around naked. Although... could you get away with it...?

You push those strange thoughts from your mind and slip into a pair of bright yellow panties with frilly edging. These are your favorite pair of panties by far. They're so comfortable to wear, the loose elastic barely hugging your body at all, gliding over your skin effortlessly.

Next you pull on a t-shirt. Nothing fancy. Just a simple light blue t-shirt. It's a bit stretched out but that doesn't bother you. If anything you need something with a bit of airflow. It's already a hot day.

Swaying about your room indecisive about your bottoms you daringly decide that this is good enough. No one can ''make'' you wear pants. Not in your own house! Besides, sweaty legs do not sound appealing.

You make your way out of your room and downstairs to find some food. Your family is already enjoying breakfast, mom and dad sitting together at a circular table with your older sister and younger brother sitting next to each of them, leaving just enough space left for you.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!"

"Morning daddy," you reply, rubbing your eye for dramatic effect.

Your mom bats at your damp hair as you pass. "Grab a plate, sweetheart."

You grab some food and sit down between your siblings. Brendan immediately begins poking at your bare legs under the table. He's always such a brat. But you would never get him in trouble. You're a better sister than that. Better than Julie. You look up to her but she so frequently looks down on you. Not that you don't still have fun together.

Breakfast conversation goes as expected. Mom is looking for you to volunteer to help her with some gardening. Dad is looking for much of the same in regards to washing the cars. Brendan is just going on and on about all the amazing stuff he and his friends are going to do today. Julie isn't saying much of anything about her plans, but manages to remain polite. Admitting that you don't have anything planned isn't going to make it easy for you to get out of these chores. But you also feel bad about lying.

[[Agree to help mom with the gardening]]

[[Agree to help dad wash the cars]]

[[Look to your siblings to help you get out of chores]]

[[Complain that it is too hot to do anything today]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Unpacking, you find that these are your old clothes, the ones that no longer fit

Maxine — Fri, 19 Jun 2015 05:53:47 GMT

Maxine: Created page with 'You shuffle forward and crouch down naked in front of one of two boxes in your entire room. You have so much more stuff than this. They'll probably bring it all in right away. Al…'

You shuffle forward and crouch down naked in front of one of two boxes in your entire room. You have so much more stuff than this. They'll probably bring it all in right away. All the more reason to change into something!

Struggling to take the tape off, it takes you a minute before you can open the top to find...

Is this it? Where are your clothes?

You dig your hands through tiny bright pink well-worn garments in search of jeans or a sweater or... anything. You just packed this box. Maybe it's in the other one.

Tearing into the box that Joe brought in leaves you speechless. This isn't even clothing! This is all of the junk you had on your desk!

Prancing in place on bare tip-toes, you nibble on your nails panicking over what must have happened. The boxes got switched around. It's not a big deal, you tell yourself. You just have to get the other boxes.

Peeking out of your room down the long hallway you don't see anyone. Desperate to find your stuff, you run out as you are and turn into your old room, bursting through the door.

"FUCKING KNO- oh... hey," replies Mark.

It takes you a moment to process what he's doing. Part of you just can't comprehend it. But it appears that he is in fact standing in the middle of a mostly empty room with his phone in one hand and his dick in the other.

"I... I... I'm sorry," you apologize, embarrassed to have interrupted him. But Mark doesn't bother responding. He doesn't even bother to stop masturbating now that you're in the room. He just stares at you dumbly, shaking his hand back and forth.

You can't see any of your boxes here, so you whip around and bolt out of the room, continuing down the hall.

"Joe-er, Dad! Dad!" you scream. You fly into your parent's bedroom, but there's no one in here. It's not until you run all the way up to their bedroom window that you see him. In his truck. Driving away.

Your heart sinks. Is everything you own really gone? Well, not everything. But you don't even have your phone anymore.

A phone...

You just have to call him! If you let him know what he's about to donate he'll bring it all back to you.

Sprinting back down the hall, you stop in front of your old room. Mark is still there, still wanking away. You timidly enter this time, rapping your knuckle against the door, then clumsily remember to cover yourself as Mark's wandering eyes finally bring your attention back to your naked, vulnerable state.

"Mark? Can I pretty please borrow your phone?"

"I'm using it," he replies coldly.

You sway back and forth, trying to look pitiful. "But I said pretty please! I only need it for a minute."

"And I need it until I'm finished!" he snaps back, breathing heavily.

Your brothers are so gross. You can't imagine continuing on with... this... if someone were to walk in on you. And yet here you are, a witness to his shame.

[[Life as a good little girl/Wait for your brother to finish]]

[[Life as a good little girl/It's not worth it; Give up and go back to your room]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Katie's Camping Trip - Katie is Sent Back with the Boys, and Gets Lost with Them

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 22:17:53 GMT

Maxine:

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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"Katie, you wouldn't mind guiding these two boys, would you?" Katie's mom asked, as much a statement as a question.

"But mom..."

"No buts Katie. These nice boys need some help and frankly you haven't done much to help anyone yet this trip. It's about time you start!"

"Mom, I can't! I'm naked!"

Katie's mom sighed. "Katie, you go right this instant or I'll see to it that you don't wear a single thing this ''entire'' trip! Do you understand?"

"B-but-" Cried Katie.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Said her mom, getting rather agitated.

"...yes." Said Katie softly and defeated.

"Good. Now go on," her mom said, turning away and gesturing in the direction of the utter strangers.

Katie stood up, slow and uncomfortable, and walked towards the boys. She tried to cover her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. Of course with that arrangement there was nothing she could do to cover her butt.

One of the boys, grinning stupidly, held out his hand 'politely' looking for a handshake. "Hi," he smirked.

"I think it's this way," said Katie, walking right past him.

Fifteen minutes had gone by in relative silence. The two guys were muttering at each other behind her. Katie glanced back at them constantly, trying to size them up. One of them looked like the arrogant type, whose enjoyment around seeing Katie trod about completely naked was quite noticeable. The other guy seemed to be more awkward about the entire situation. His eyes seemed to turn away from Katie whenever she looked at him.

"So, Katie," the amused boy started, "do you like walking around naked all the time?"

She didn't reply, keeping her head down and forward.

"Hmmph," he huffed. "Why are you naked, anyhow?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," Katie replied tersely.

"WELL then... she'd rather not talk about it, Cody!" he said, poking his friend.

"Greg, come on. Just..." the friend, Cody, trailed off.

"At least we can enjoy the view!" Greg added. Katie again tried to ignore him, blushing fiercely.

The three of them walked. And walked. And walked, and walked, and... Time seemed to slip away as they beat their way through the bush. It felt like hours since they last saw anyone, but it's not as if Katie had a watch to keep track of the time. It was becoming apparent that she managed to get lost in the woods.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Asked the arrogant one, showing frustration in his voice.

"Ehh... no." Katie admitted, increasingly unsure. Maybe they were going in circles.

"Are you serious?!" Greg started to sound pissed. He kicked at some shrubs, grumbling under his breath.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know." Katie felt ashamed for leading the guys into the wilderness blindly. Almost more ashamed than she felt parading around with no clothes on. But it was a close second. "Maybe... we should go back."

"You idiot! Did you leave your brain with your clothes?"

"Greg, calm down. It's not that bad. She's trying." The awkward guy finally said something noteworthy. Only took three hours.

"Ah, shut up. You finally open up your mouth, and for what? To defend this little slut?"

"I don't think that she's a sl-"

"Of course, she is! Why else would she be butt naked at a campground? She gets her kicks from being seen. Ain't that right, you little whore." Greg turned to Katie, yelling in her face. "So what are you going to do about this, tramp?"

[[Katie's Camping Trip - Katie gets mad and yells back]]

[[Katie's Camping Trip - Katie confirms what Greg said to get him off her back]]

[[Katie's Camping Trip - They keep walking]]

Katie's Camping Trip - Katie is Sent Back with the Boys, and Gets Lost with Them

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 22:16:08 GMT

Maxine:

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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"Katie, you wouldn't mind guiding these two boys, would you?" Katie's mom asked, as much a statement as a question.

"But mom..."

"No buts Katie. These nice boys need some help and frankly you haven't done much to help anyone yet this trip. It's about time you start!"

"Mom, I can't! I'm naked!"

Katie's mom sighed. "Katie, you go right this instant or I'll see to it that you don't be wearing anything else this entire trip! Do you understand?"

"B-but-" Cried Katie.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Said her mom, getting rather agitated.

"...yes." Said Katie softly and defeated.

"Good. Now go on," her mom said, turning away and gesturing in the direction of the utter strangers.

Katie stood up, slow and uncomfortable, and walked towards the boys. She tried to cover her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. Of course with that arrangement there was nothing she could do to cover her butt.

One of the boys, grinning stupidly, held out his hand 'politely' looking for a handshake. "Hi," he smirked.

"I think it's this way," said Katie, walking right past him.

Fifteen minutes had gone by in relative silence. The two guys were muttering at each other behind her. Katie glanced back at them constantly, trying to size them up. One of them looked like the arrogant type, whose enjoyment around seeing Katie trod about completely naked was quite noticeable. The other guy seemed to be more awkward about the entire situation. His eyes seemed to turn away from Katie whenever she looked at him.

"So, Katie," the amused boy started, "do you like walking around naked all the time?"

She didn't reply, keeping her head down and forward.

"Hmmph," he huffed. "Why are you naked, anyhow?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," Katie replied tersely.

"WELL then... she'd rather not talk about it, Cody!" he said, poking his friend.

"Greg, come on. Just..." the friend, Cody, trailed off.

"At least we can enjoy the view!" Greg added. Katie again tried to ignore him, blushing fiercely.

The three of them walked. And walked. And walked, and walked, and... Time seemed to slip away as they beat their way through the bush. It felt like hours since they last saw anyone, but it's not as if Katie had a watch to keep track of the time. It was becoming apparent that she managed to get lost in the woods.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Asked the arrogant one, showing frustration in his voice.

"Ehh... no." Katie admitted, increasingly unsure. Maybe they were going in circles.

"Are you serious?!" Greg started to sound pissed. He kicked at some shrubs, grumbling under his breath.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know." Katie felt ashamed for leading the guys into the wilderness blindly. Almost more ashamed than she felt parading around with no clothes on. But it was a close second. "Maybe... we should go back."

"You idiot! Did you leave your brain with your clothes?"

"Greg, calm down. It's not that bad. She's trying." The awkward guy finally said something noteworthy. Only took three hours.

"Ah, shut up. You finally open up your mouth, and for what? To defend this little slut?"

"I don't think that she's a sl-"

"Of course, she is! Why else would she be butt naked at a campground? She gets her kicks from being seen. Ain't that right, you little whore." Greg turned to Katie, yelling in her face. "So what are you going to do about this, tramp?"

[[Katie's Camping Trip - Katie gets mad and yells back]]

[[Katie's Camping Trip - Katie confirms what Greg said to get him off her back]]

[[Katie's Camping Trip - They keep walking]]

11 year old brunette Stephanie. Your breasts have only just started to come in, but you have a nice butt.

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 18:20:05 GMT

Maxine:

You are at a very delicate age. You've started to become interested in boys, your curiosity piqued. But when you look in the mirror you are disappointed with your appearance. Although your body is perfectly normal for your age and you are so often told as much by the girls at school, you don't like having such flat boobs, and your butt is so round and supple people frequently make fun of you for it. So many kids are starting to talk about losing their virginity (even if it's just talk) and you're beginning to feel the pressure, especially since you've never liked being behind in school. If only you were able to erase your 'virgin' label, it would make you that much less of a kid and more like a normal girl.

According to your mom you've only just started into puberty. You have no idea how you are supposed to lose your v-card if you've only just 'started'. You're scared that if a guy were to see your naked body right now he would just laugh at you. Barely-there tits, your crotch still baby smooth. It's frustrating, even depressing. You decide to stop obsessing and try to take your mind away from your appearance.

After a quick shower you lay out your clothes for the day. Dropping your towel you run your hands over your still damp skin, water dripping from your hair onto your small chest, trickling down your back and between your butt cheeks. You wiggle your little feet into the carpet trying to decide on something that might help you feel confident but that you can still get away with wearing...

[[Tight jeans with a cropped shirt and sneakers.]]

[[A pretty black dress with black slip-on shoes.]]

[[Panties and a loose t-shirt to lounge around the house in.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Tight jeans with a cropped shirt and sneakers.

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 18:15:14 GMT

Maxine:

You're feeling quite daring today but you don't want to show it. You bounce over to your desk and dig around in your drawer for a moment before pulling it out; your g-string. You've been hiding it from your mom for weeks now, worried about what she might say if she found out that you owned one. She would probably take it away from you, and that would be terrible.

You have slipped into your g-string every other day since you first got it, but you've never worn it outside of your room. You love how the skimpy fabric feels, sliding up in between your soft bum, disappearing between your cheeks. You love how it sits firmly against your crotch and shows off your hips. But you're also extremely self conscious when you're wearing it. It makes you nervous and jittery. Sometimes it feels like you aren't even wearing underwear

But today is the day. You're doing it. And no one can stop you.

You slip your g-string on, prancing your way back to your bed almost giddy. Then you work your way into your favorite pair of jeans. They're the oldest (and tightest) pair you own, but they're the only pair that you think your butt looks pretty in. You throw your DIY cropped t-shirt over your head almost as an after thought. Mom helped you make it, so you doubt that she'll disapprove of you wearing it. Besides, it's apparently fashionable and just flowy enough to hide the fact that you don't have boobs.

You walk down stairs headed towards the kitchen. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. It's your best friend Tiffany and she's at the mall wondering if you want to hang out. For now you put the phone back in your pocket. You can't do anything on an empty stomach. Your step-dad, Joe, is sat down at the table with your mother Sandra, eating breakfast together.

"Morning mom, morning dad," you say cheerfully as you walk past them towards the fridge, planting a kiss on both of their cheeks. "Morning sweetie," say your parents, one after the other. You decide on a bowl of cereal, your parents chatting with you the entire time about your plans for the day. You're very noncommittal with them, but you try to be as nice as possible. You just wish they would let you be more spontaneous sometimes.

After breakfast you gather your things and shout from the front door, "I'll be back soon, bye mom, bye dad." They call out after you telling you to have fun. Shutting the door behind you, you decide to..

[[Meet Tiffany at the mall.]]

[[Wander the neighborhood.]]

[[Head into the town.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

11 year old brunette Stephanie. Your breasts have only just started to come in, but you have a nice butt.

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 17:54:03 GMT

Maxine:

You are at a very delicate age. You've started to become interested in boys, your curiosity piqued. But when you look in the mirror you are disappointed with your appearance. Although your body is perfectly normal for your age and you are so often told as much by the girls at school, you don't like having such flat boobs, and your butt is so round and supple people frequently make fun of you for it. So many kids are starting to talk about losing their virginity (even if it's just talk) and you're beginning to feel the pressure, especially since you've never liked being behind in school. If only you were able to erase your 'virgin' label, it would make you that much less of a kid and more like a normal girl.

According to your mom you've only just started into puberty. You have no idea how you are supposed to lose your v-card if you've only just 'started'. You're scared that if a guy were to see your naked body right now he would just laugh at you. Barely-there tits, your crotch still baby smooth. It's frustrating, even depressing. You decide to stop obsessing and try to take your mind away from your appearance.

After a quick shower you lay out your clothes for the day. Dropping your towel you run your hands over your still damp skin, water dripping from your hair onto your small chest, trickling down your back and between your butt cheeks. You wiggle your little feet into the carpet trying what to decide on something that might help you feel confident that you can still get away with wearing out...

[[Tight jeans with a cropped shirt and sneakers.]]

[[A pretty black dress with black slip-on shoes.]]

[[A thong with a loose t-shirt to lounge around the house in.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Incest Seduction/Rub the oil into Kim's ass

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 17:37:55 GMT

Maxine:

"Your wish is my command," you state with zeal, slapping your hands onto your sister's ass. Even as you start working your hands around her bum, Kim can't hold back a chuckle at your ridiculous initiation. But she isn't laughing for long as you rub your hands over the full width of her ass. Your fingers push her towel even higher, exposing more and more of her lower back. Your thumbs dive below each cheek, lifting them into the air slightly and helping you peak on the fingers she has pressed against her pussy.

"Um, Ry. There's a lot... in... between..."

You respond without words, gripping her cheeks and spreading her ass wide. You stare at her asshole for a moment, tiny pale and pink, and the globs of oil sitting in the middle of her ass. Kim shifts her fingers a little, clearly embarrassed by her own request.

With one thumb, you gently brush from the top of her cheeks down across her taint. Her pretty little asshole puckers as your thumb slides over it. You slide back in the opposite direction, collecting and redistributing much of the oil with your digit. A small glob runs amok however, settling just below her hole. You bring an index finger down to the oil and push it up. As you push up, your finger briefly and lightly presses into Kim's pink star. That tiny bit of pressure gets her attention though. One of her legs jerks a few inches to the side and a long exhale shudders as it leaves her lips.

You continue to kneed your sister's bum, more than happy to have her joyously firm ass in your hands, but you can't stop yourself from dipping deep between her cheeks and stroking the length of her crack over and over. You love brushing over her tight little hole and seeing her reaction every time. Little by little your rubbing pushes more oil toward your sis's fingers. It oozes between her digits and into her hand and you watch intently as she is forced to rub it in to herself more than once.

[[Incest Seduction/Play with Kim's asshole|This was never about a massage. Play with Kim's asshole some more.]]

[[Incest Seduction/Move Kim's massage higher|Continue moving higher. There's still plenty of towel in the way.]]

[[Category:Incest Seduction]]

Incest Seduction/Rub the oil into Kim's ass

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 17:31:35 GMT

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"Your wish is my command," you state with zeal, slapping your hands onto your sister's ass. Even as you start working your hands around her bum, Kim can't hold back a chuckle at your ridiculous initiation. But she isn't laughing for long as you rub your hands over the full width of her ass. Your fingers push her towel even higher, exposing more and more of her lower back. Your thumbs dive below each cheek, lifting them into the air slightly and helping you peak on the fingers she has pressed against her pussy.

"Um, Ry. There's a lot... in... between..."

You respond without words, gripping her cheeks and spreading her ass wide. You stare at her asshole for a moment, tiny pale and pink, and the globs of oil sitting in the middle of her ass. Kim shifts her fingers a little, clearly embarrassed by her own request.

With one thumb, you gently brush from her the top of her cheeks down across her taint. Her pretty little asshole puckers as your thumb slides over it. You slide back in the opposite direction, collecting and redistributing much of the oil with your digit. A small glob runs amok however, settling just below her hole. You bring an index finger down to the glob and push it up. Your finger lightly presses against Kim's pink star. That tiny bit of pressure gets her attention though. One of her legs jerks a few inches to the side and a long exhale shudders as it leaves her lips.

You continue to kneed your sister's bum, more than happy to have her joyously firm ass in your hands, but can't stop yourself from dipping deep between her cheeks and stroking the length of her crack over and over. Little by little you push more oil toward your sis's fingers. It oozes underneath her hand and you watch intently as she is forced to rub it in to herself more than once.

[[Incest Seduction/Play with Kim's asshole|This was never about a massage. Play with Kim's asshole some more.]]

[[Incest Seduction/Move Kim's massage higher|Continue moving higher. There's still plenty of towel in the way.]]

[[Category:Incest Seduction]]

Lower Miranda onto her brother

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 17:02:28 GMT

Maxine:

"This will hurt a bit, sweetie, but don't scream, okay?" you say to your daughter reassuringly as you lower her onto your son's cock. Two of your virgin children losing their cherries to each other.

As a proud, naughty, kinky, mother, you smile.

You slowly lower your daughter's pussy onto your son's waiting cock. He moans and she cries out as soon as his cock-head enters her. You gently move her up and down on your son's cock while whispering into her ear, encouraging her to go deeper, telling her what a good daughter she is, and a nice sister. You know first hand just how much her perfect little pussy has to stretch to take her big brother inside her.

Miranda's cries gradually turn into confused squeals of pleasure as she takes her brother's meat like a champ, bucking against his thrusts and squeezing her legs against him. But try as they might, Josh can't get all the way inside. It looks like she's completely out of room, your little girl's crotch suspended above your son's, her slit impaled on his dick.

"How's your first pussy, Josh?" you ask, in a sultry tone.

"Oh God, Mom! Miranda feels amazing!!"

"Did you hear that, sweetheart? Your pony says you feel good! How do you feel?"

"It hurts and... tingles. But it feels great--- mommy! I wanna ride Joshie like this... all the time! He's such... a good pony!"

You smirk as you watch your son's young, hard cock speed up, moving like a piston in and out of your little daughter's slit.

"You want to ride me, sis? Ride my cock?" pushes Josh with a bit of dirty talk. That just gets you wetter.

"Y-yes, Joshie, yes! You're the best po-pony ever!"

Miranda's words are continually interrupted by the cock thrusting harder and harder inside of her cunny. She's gripping Josh's body with outstretched arms, her body jerking and shuddering over and over as she takes the full force of her brother's cock, her tiny cunt speared atop its length. You can see Josh losing control, his abs clenching as his body contracts with every thrust. So you decide to make it even worse.

You lean down and whisper into his ear, "Cum in her, Josh. Cum inside your baby sister! Fill Miri with everything you've got! Deflower each other, my beautiful children!"

"Oh God... Miranda... I'm gonna cum!!"

"Here's the best part of your pony ride, sweetheart!" You tell your lithe daughter.

"Joshie!!" Miranda screams out as Josh's hot cum splashes deep inside her nubile pussy. Josh cums over and over into his sister, spilling out of her tiny slit and coating his own cock with his seed.

What have you done? You just had your teenage son violate your tiny daughter and cum inside her.

And you couldn't be more turned on.

[[Lick the cum out of Miranda]]

[[Switch places with Miranda]]

[[Have Miranda ride Josh more]]

[[Jessica is at the door, watching]]

[[Alex is at the door, watching]]

{{HotStatus|who=Chelsea, age 36}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]][[Category:H&H Chelsea]]

Take your little sister, Miranda's, virginity

Maxine — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 16:56:49 GMT

Maxine:

Josh looks absolutely stunned as you suggest that he fucks his little sister. He slowly nods as you take a step back.

"Follow me." You take your son's hand and lead him out of his bedroom. The hallway is deathly silent suggesting the rest of the house is still asleep. You practically tiptoe your way with Josh to your youngest daughter's room. You quietly open the door and walk forward, pushing Josh inside. The moment you've closed the door behind you, all you can hear is Miranda's soft breathing. She's laying so peacefully in her nightie sprawled out over the bed sheets, an adorable doll of a little girl.

"What now?" Josh asks in a whisper.

You beckon your son by stroking your hand over his stomach again, finding any excuse to feel your little man's body. You take a seat on the bed next to your tiny daughter as Josh stands in front of you. "Miranda, honey. Wake up muffin..."

Miranda yawns and opens her eyes. Her tiny body moving around gently. "Mommy? Morning, Mommy!"

"Good morning, sweetheart! How did you sleep?"

"Good! I was just dreaming I was a princess. I lived in a big castle, and... oh, I had a pony! He was so pretty! Can I have a pony, Mommy?" she asks, already knowing the answer.

And that's when a grin grows across your lips. "Sure!"

Miranda's heart jumped. "Really?" she asks, shooting up in bed.

"Yeah, Josh can be your pony!"

Miranda finally notices her brother standing there. She giggles shyly before asking. "Can I Joshie?"

Josh looks at you uneasily, wondering how to proceed. You nod and grab his hand to reassure him.

"Sure, sis!"

Miranda gasps with a huge smile on her face. She's probably wondering if she's still dreaming.

You're now grinning from ear to ear. "Okay, sweetie! Joshie will be your pony and you can ride him all you want!"

"Yay!"

Miranda scrambles to her feet and jumps off of the bed at Josh. He manages to catch her but no sooner does he have her in his arms does she try to pull herself around onto his back. But you know what kind of riding you want to see between your daughter and son.

"Wait, sweetheart!" You grab your daughter and pull her off of Josh, setting her down next to her brother. "You have to be able to control your pony first!"

Josh is only wearing the pajama pants he hastily pulled on so it takes zero effort to pull on the strings and slide them off his legs making him buck... or stud, in this case, naked.

You sit back down on the edge of the bed. Josh starts fidgeting again, blushing fiercely. Miranda stares at her brother's junk with a naughty smile, clearly tickled that her brother would be naked in her own room.

"How, Mommy?" she asks with a giggle.

You flick your son's penis with your fingers. "Right here. This is how you control a pony like Joshie! You do want to ride your new pet pony, don't you?"

"Of course, Mommy!"

"Then you should pay very close attention..."

You bring his nice young cock to your mouth and start sucking on it. Josh moans and starts to melt like butter. Feeling your son's dick grow between your lips is getting you sopping wet. It's almost a shame that you're giving this fine young specimen of cock to your youngest girl instead of taking it for yourself. He tastes so good. So sweet.

It takes a moment for you to realize you're getting a little carried away. He's more than hard and wet enough for your daughter's first ride. You compose yourself and clear your throat, pulling your mouth off of Josh's member with a slurp.

"See, Miranda? Now he'll do whatever I want."

"Mommmmmmmyyy...but he's ''my'' pet!"

"Then you'd better learn to control him. Put your mouth there and suck him like a popsicle."

Miranda brings her lips to Josh's cock and he moans, loudly. She tries to mimic your actions, sliding his cock into her mouth, but she's far less coordinated and can't take nearly as much of him into her mouth as you can. But her eagerness is what turns you on. You've already slipped a hand into your own pajamas, rubbing your slit forcefully. Miranda sucks and licks the tip of her big brother's 'popsicle' steadily and joyfully for a solid minute before popping it out of her mouth much like a lollipop. "Is that good mommy?"

"That's perfect," you sigh, pulling your fingers away from your clit. You could have came to that happily. "Now he's all yours, sweetie! But you can't ride him while wearing that. You're far too overdressed." You say as you start to strip off her nightie.

Miranda giggles, swaying as you strip her. "I need to be... naked?"

You drop her panties, exposing all of your slim little daughter. "And so is Joshie, sweetheart! Now you're ready to ride together! Go on, lay down honey!"

You direct Josh to his sister's bed. He quickly lays himself out, his dick bouncing in the air.

"Yay!" Miranda yells. She climbs onto her bed and on top of Josh, wasting no time mounting his stomach and riding - or dare you say humping - her brother jerkily.

You smile a lustful smile.

"Here sweetie, let me show you how to ride your pet pony."

You briefly suck on your son's cock again, desperate for one last taste and to further prep your youngest kids' first fucking. The thought of them losing their virginity together brings back bittersweet memories of being violated by your own family.

You pick Miranda up and hover her naked, nubile little pussy over your rock-hard son's cock. Your own pussy is sopping wet. You want that to be you! You want to be your son's first but also want him to take your daughter just like you were taken.

[[Lower Miranda onto her brother]]

[[Ride Josh's cock yourself]]

{{HotStatus|who=Chelsea, age 36}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]][[Category:H&H Chelsea]]