Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 00:05:52 +0000 From: Nicola Atkins Subject: MY SWEET SISTER - Part Four - New Blood DISCLAIMER: Please be aware that this story contains graphic descriptions of lesbian lovemaking. If this is likely to offend you, then please don't read any further - I do not intend to cause offence, merely excite the willing! Also, if you are under eighteen, then stop reading now - it is illegal for you to read this! Don't say I didn't warn you!!!! Welcome to Part Four of the story! I have been so busy that I have not had a chance to add any more parts recently, so sorry to all of the people who have been waiting for the next instalment! But here it is finally, and I hope you'll find the slight digression from the Carlie/Marisa saga entertaining! Don't worry, Marisa and Carlie will soon be resuming their normal levels of debauchery! I just thought it would make a change to bring some 'New Blood' into the equation, hence the title! Anyway, enough blathering! Enjoy the story and remember, your input is what keeps the stories alive, so any comments/questions/suggestions can be sent to sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com Right, on with the story! Have fun :-) Alfie My Sweet Sister - PART FOUR - NEW BLOOD Marisa fidgeted on the hard wooden chair, feeling extremely bored. It was just before the lunch time break, and the maths' lesson seemed to have been going on for an eternity. The classroom was stiflingly hot, and Miss Birch, their matronly, fat, bespectacled and moustachioed Mathematics teacher was refusing to have the windows open, as Physical Education was taking place on the adjacent playground, and Miss Birch feared 'distractions' (though what Miss Birch failed to realise was that every single class member was distracted and pre-occupied already, having grown bored of her monotonous tone, and those that were not distracted were asleep). Marisa's eyes fixed dreamily on the smeary glass of the windows, and the vision of beauty outside them. Miss Cocker, slim and pretty, was taking her all-girl netball class, and Marisa was delighting in the sight of the Year Nine girls bounding about in their short little gym skirts and cotton polo shirts. Athletic and slim girls bent over at frequent intervals, revealing deliciously pert butt cheeks and perversely arousing gym knickers. Marisa wished she was out there with them, rubbing close to them as the ball passed about, standing so close to sexy little Monica Bradbury as she bent over to tighten her shoe-laces, that she was almost folded over her supple back and delightful little arse. Marisa sighed deeply, and chomped absently on the end of her ballpoint pen, tucking her honey-golden locks more tightly behind her ears. By Christ, she was so bored. Bored, and kind of horny. It had been a few days' since her last encounter with Carlie, and she was beginning to feel the need for copulation well within her body. Marisa's mind drifted absently to Carlie. Carlie had changed dramatically of late. As she had grown older, she was definitely finding her 'direction', and her style had all but totally transformed. Gone was that lovely, soft and wavy brown hair, to be replaced by white-blonde peroxide bleached spikes, short and gelled and cropped close to her head. She had had her nose pierced, and now chose to cover her delightful curves in baggy, double-layered tees and cargo pants. Carlie had always been such a feminine girl, and now she looked almost stereotypically 'lesbian'. Marisa wondered if the whole image change was not maybe to prove some kind of a point, either to herself, or to others, but Carlie seemed thrilled with her new look. She had taken to chewing manically on gum (and on several occasions had nearly choked Marisa with the horrible stuff, refusing to spit it out even to kiss), and listening to 'grunge' music. She still seemed just as attentive with Marisa, in fact, even more so than usual (as if the new 'lesbian' look had infused her with some kind of strange confidence), and had even taken to dropping blatant hints in front of the rest of the family that she found other girls attractive (much to Marisa's embarrassment). Marisa guessed she was indirectly telling them that not only was she a lesbian, but she was proud of it too. Of course, the trysts they shared were still conducted in secrecy. It would be hugely damaging, for both of them, for anyone else to discover the 'truth', and, with Marisa's final examinations coming up soon, it was imperative that she had no setbacks or problems to hinder her progress. Marisa had half-noticed, from inside her own little bubble, that Carlie had been spending an awful lot of time with a tall, lanky blonde girl of late. Oddly enough, this did not bother her as much as she thought maybe it ought to. Marisa found herself unruffled by the thought of Carlie with another female, in fact, she found it rather arousing, but the thought of Carlie with a man, that was a different matter. That, she didn't think she could stand. And, the fact that Carlie was finding interest in other women told Marisa that this was not just a 'phase' Carlie was going through, which was a relief. Under the circumstances Marisa had no room to complain. Her eyes had been roving like crazy recently - she found herself attracted to practically every female form that moved. There were many luscious girls at Middlebank High School, and none more so than her current major crush of the moment, Brooke Reynolds, who was currently sat directly opposite her. Brooke was a tall, statuesque redhead, with the most amazing bright green eyes that Marisa had ever seen. She also had a lovely, creamy, English-rose complexion, a deliciously tempting swan-like neck, and the most amazing figure Marisa had ever had the delight of witnessing. She was by far the sexiest girl in the year, if not the whole school, and Marisa would have given her life savings to have the opportunity to fuck her. As she sat opposite now, Marisa could see her lovely, long, waist length russet hair swirling loosely down the back of the chair, and what Marisa wouldn't give to lift those lovely thick, shiny curls and kiss that lovely, creamy neck right that very second. The thought was making Marisa astronomically horny, and she shuffled about uncomfortably on her seat. Her thin, black cotton school skirt was stuck to her clammy bottom and thighs, and her damp pussy lips rubbed together beneath their cotton covering in agitation. In front of her, Brooke lifted her gorgeous hair above her head, and let it drop lazily down the back of the hard wooden chair. As she did so, she arched her long neck back over the chair, eyes closed, and Marisa had a wonderful view of her heart crushingly beautiful face, tilted upside down. Marisa's sex grew wetter and wetter as she stared with intensity at the still and perfect face in front of her. Oh, but dear god, she was so fucking sexy, and Marisa would have sold her own Granny to feel that creamy flesh against hers, right now. Marisa willed with every fibre of her body for the bell to hurry up and ring, so she could go to the toilets, lock herself in a cubicle, and quickly satisfy herself. Her pussy was so wet and ready, that she felt she would probably come instantly, as soon as she got her fingers down her knickers. Just as Marisa was about to slip into a sordid fantasy involving Brooke, Monica and herself all partaking of a filthy, depraved three-in-a-bed sex session, the loud clanging of the school bell brought her out of her semi reverie, and, hastily, she began to gather her books together, making with all haste towards the toilets down the hallway. As she dashed out of the classroom, in the direction of the toilets, she had all but forgotten her plan of following Brooke and her friends out of the classroom after the lesson, seeing where they went, and trying to glean some information about Brooke's relations with Archie Ross, who had been trying to get into her knickers for ages (and, well, who could blame him?). Marisa swung open the toilet door, and noticed with relief that all of the stalls were empty. Feeling as if her pussy would burst open at the seams if she didn't get some relief soon, Marisa slung herself into the first available stall, and with one swift motion, bolted the door, hitched up her skirt, and shoved a hand into her black cotton bikini pants. Marisa had been right. As soon as her fingers came into contact with her soft pussy flesh, she immediately felt how wet she was. Her fingers slid a little in the lubricating juices, as she tried awkwardly to bring herself off. Just as her fingers found and caught on the hard flesh of her clit, she heard girlie giggles filtering underneath the toilet door, and heard the creak of the main door as it was flung open. Footsteps travelled closer and closer to her stall, and finally settled in the stall next to hers. Then the sound of the bolt latching loudly followed, and Marisa heard a zipper being undone. "Oh, fuck", Marisa whispered in to the humid air, and with frustration, her pussy caressing hand stilled. After a second, when Marisa heard the neighbouring occupant begin to urinate, curiosity got the better of her, and she knelt to the floor, ducking her head under the wide gap at the bottom of the stall, to get a good view (hopefully) of whomever it was in there emptying the Niagara Falls in their bladder. Giggling curiosity turned first to shock, the searing arousal, as she realised Brooke Reynolds was in the stall. Brooke sat staring absently into space as she eased her bladder, unaware that the occupant of the next stall was currently watching every move she made. Brooke's short black skirt was pooled at her feet, and her lacy white knickers lay on top of the cotton. Her delicious, long ivory legs and creamy thighs lay open to be admired and viewed. From Marisa's interesting viewing angle, she could just about see the top of Brooke's pubic area, and the very top of what looked suspiciously like a red pubic bush. This realisation had Marisa's stomach doing somersaults of lust, and, what had been a wet pussy, was now totally soaked -- Marisa could feel the pressure of her knickers pressing into her flesh, and they were cool and heavy with the juices of her desire. Brooke was still urinating, (now the flow had lessened considerably), and her butt was beginning to shift irritably on the seat of the toilet. With each shift she made, Marisa was afforded a better view of the bush that she now knew for sure was red, and, the more she saw, the more Marisa wanted it, and its owner. Her pussy was pounding, aching, bursting for the touch of that luscious redhead. Suddenly, Brooke's huge, dark eyes darted rapidly downwards, towards the floor of the stall, and a small smile played over her ruby red, pouting lips. "You can get up now, Marisa, I know you're there, watching me", she purred, in her deep and sultry voice. Marisa froze, as if she had been blasted with a stun gun, and tiny beads of sweat formed on the whole of her body. She was paralysed, her whole body motionless. When she tried to move, she just seemed to pull closer to the gap under the stalls, as if Brooke was holding a magnet out to her. Brooke did not look angry. On the contrary, her cheeks were flushed, her chocolate brown eyes twinkling, her lush lips pursed into a delighted smile. Slowly, the statuesque Brooke stood, and as she did, she turned to face the side of the stall, right towards Marisa, and Marisa had full view of the bottom-half of Brooke's wonderful body. Her flat stomach tapered down to those lusciously creamy thighs, her unreasonably long legs shimmered slightly with tiny beads of sweat. The pubic bush was gloriously full and as russet as Brooke's hair...it truly was a wonderful sight to behold. A small gasp formed within Marisa, and as she remained paralysed, but with a burst of lust running through her that was just as intense as the feelings she had had with Carlie, Brooke laughed, a deep and sensual sound that echoed throughout the toilets. "You don't think I just popped in here on the off-chance, do you, Marisa?" Brooke began, the smile on her lips growing even wider. "I knew you were in here, I saw you rush from class down to the toilets. Just as I knew you were watching me in class. Don't deny it, Marisa; we all know you are a lesbian". Marisa was stunned, the wind knocked from her. She tried to move her lips: no sound came out. Brooke did not move to pull her knickers or skirt up, she simply stood there, comfortable with her body and her partial nudity. As she spoke, she had parted her thighs ever so slightly, and the red fur of her pussy had parted slightly, revealing just a glimpse of the pale pink, moist flesh that lay in wait, ready for Marisa's hot little tongue to caress and explore. Just the thought of licking that heated little bush was gathering wave after wave of horniness in Marisa's groin. Her hot pussy was in agony, and she tried vainly to rub it against the floor of the toilet, in an effort to comfort it. It was useless. She was so aroused she could barely breathe, and she knew now, more so than ever, that she HAD to have this girl. Brooke knew the effect she was having on Marisa. Marisa tried to guess from Brooke's facial expressions what she might be thinking, but she couldn't do it. Brooke had, amazingly, taken total control of the situation. What she said next had Marisa's eyes hanging out on stalks, her breath all but sucked out of her. "I've known for ages that you are a lesbian, Marisa, and I've just been waiting for the right time to show you how I feel. You wouldn't believe how long I have watched and waited, in the wings, biding my time, until the moment was right for me to make a move on you. I want you as much as you want me. Believe me, I ache for you like nothing else. You are so unbelievably sexy, gorgeous, beautiful, and I just bet that you can be a dirty little slut when you want to be". Brooke smiled again, and with a teasing glint in her eyes, said, "The gap beneath the stalls is big enough for you to climb under. Why don't you join me in here?" Moving as slowly as if she were underwater, shocked beyond belief that this stunningly sexy redhead was actually a lesbian, and even more shocked that it was her she actually wanted, totally and utterly amazed at the way she Brooke had taken control, Marisa painfully shuffled her way under the stall wall. Brooke had been right. It took little manoeuvring for her to get under the gap, and once she had, she found herself almost face to face with a sexy red pussy. All of Marisa's best dreams and fantasies were coming true, all at once. She could not believe her luck. Brooke was so totally desirable, and so eager and ready for Marisa, that Marisa actually felt nervous and unsure. She had never had anyone take charge in this way. Sure, Carlie had, to a certain degree, on their first tryst, but it had been a totally mutual and understanding thing with her. This thing with Brooke had thrown her totally off balance, not least because Marisa had originally thought that this was a fantasy that would never come true. If anything had ever have been likely to happen between Marisa and Brooke, Marisa had always thought and dreamed that it would be her who would instigate it, but now, Brooke was all but offering herself to Marisa, and Marisa did not know how to take the offer. However, there was no way on earth that Marisa was going to refuse Brooke's open invitation. Marisa's lust for Brooke almost toppled her lust for Carlie in the intensity stakes, and if she passed the opportunity up now, she knew that she would never forgive herself. "I never knew that you were a lesbian, Brooke", Marisa whispered, her face so close to that delicious pussy that her breath almost parted the red hair. Brooke grinned down at the kneeling Marisa, her eyes full of mirth. "Well, it's not the sort of thing that most people go and advertise, is it? Besides, I would not define myself as a `lesbian'. I like both boys and girls, and at the moment, I especially like girls. And it's all thanks to you. You have been driving me wild for weeks, in your little skirts and tight little blouses, showing off as much flesh as you can. At the moment, boys do not interest me in the slightest, I only want girls. I only want you. I made it my objective weeks ago to ensnare you in one way or another. And it hasn't been hard, has it? The first opportunity I get, you capitulate as eagerly as a young child", Brooke said. Brooke placed her hand under Marisa's chin and tilted it up to face her. "Look at you, Marisa", Brooke said. "You are so eager, so ready. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you want me as badly as I want you. You want my red bush as much as I knew you would. I have had a lot of compliments on it, you know. I was going to shave it, but, no, people see this red fur as an asset, so why the hell bother? I've been told its so silky soft, it's almost like the hair on my head. Why not touch it and see what you think?" Marisa was stunned, yet again, by this blunt invitation, but nonetheless, her hands immediately went out to stroke gently at the silken fur. Brooke had been right. Her bush was so exceptionally soft, it did feel almost like head hair. Just the simple touch of the silky hair had ignited renewed sparks of lust deep within Marisa's womb, and her body was crying out to feel the warmth of Brooke's flesh against it. As Marisa gently stroked the hair, much as one would stroke a baby's head, Brooke impatiently parted her legs, forcing Marisa's hand to come into contact with her wet pussy flesh. "Get on with it, Marisa", Brooke said, with a sultry laugh. "The bell's going to go before you can bring me off, at this rate". Brooke's bold words aroused Marisa even more, if that was possible. Now thoroughly immersed in her dirty business, Marisa's hand gently parted Brooke's slick pussy lips, and her fingers immediately came into contact with juicy wet pussy flesh. Marisa gasped with shock. Brooke was so unbelievably wet, Marisa was almost stunned. Marisa's sensitive fingertips immediately found the hard little bud of Brooke's desire. Her own pussy yearning for stimulation so badly she was sweating with passion, Marisa began to rub Brooke's clit with her experienced fingers. Brooke threw herself against the wall of the stall with a loud bang, arching her back against the cold surface, and parted her legs even wider. Against her skin, Marisa could feel Brooke's legs trembling; she was very close to the extremity of her passion. Marisa wasn't far off herself. As she knelt, Marisa tried to force the sole of her foot up to her pussy, trying to rub her wet flesh against the hardness of her foot. Against her sole, Marisa could feel the wetness of the outside of her panties. Her pussy flesh was parted wide, and the rough texture of her feet brought both comfort and pain in equal measures. As she bucked her arse back and forth against the jiggling foot, her finger work on Brooke moved up a gear. Marisa knew what she was doing. Her thumb went out to rasp at the heat of the hard clit, jogging back and forth in rapid circular movements, whilst experienced fingers slid their way down to the deep and open canal beneath. She was so juicy and open, it took very little effort to slide two fingers into the wet tunnel. Marisa's fingers slid right into her willing victim, where they began to pound in and out, fast and hard. Brooke's breath was coming in shallow gasps, and her eyes were half-open, the lids fluttering in the throes of coma-inducing orgasm. Just as Brooke's legs began to buckle and her body began to slide down the wall, Marisa extracted her fingers. She was determined to taste that delicious red pussy, and she wanted Brooke to come in her mouth, on her face. She was not going to miss this moment; she wanted to savour that delicious taste forever. Shoving Brooke back against the wall firmly, her eyes on her target, Marisa used her hand to part the plump wet lips of Brooke's pussy. Ducking her head down so it was directly in line with the sweet wetness, Marisa flickered out her tongue, and with light, cat-licks, began to flick her tongue against the redhead's clit. The licks started slowly and gently, gathering pace with each passing second. Brooke was moaning now, tossing her head from side to side, the luscious red locks in wild disarray. Marisa went in for the kill; flattening her tongue fast against as much of the pussy as she could cover, she pressed it hard against the soaking wet flesh, then teasingly went down to the opening, and plunged right the way in. Brooke was groaning and panting, a feral sound, full of desire. With the whole length of her tongue in that glorious pussy, Marisa reflected that Brooke's cunt was as delicious as she had thought it would be. The unique taste and flavour of her truly was a gift to behold. Bringing her tongue out again, Marisa sucked the whole of Brooke's labia into her wide mouth, and held the position, eating out the flesh in a way that she knew Brooke would love. As Marisa sucked in steady waves, directing her attention in equal parts to the clit and the hole, Brooke began to pump her hips against the mouth that was pleasuring her. "Oh god, Marisa. That's so fucking good. Suck me hard. I'm going to come. I want you to swallow all of me. Can you taste it", Brooke croaked, and sure enough, Marisa felt a small flood of sticky wet come coat her tongue, to be followed by a shockingly severe gush of the delicious creamy fluid. Marisa wanted to take every last drop. As Brooke squeaked out a lengthy "Yesssssssss", Marisa swallowed her delicious mouthful, feeling Brooke slump limply against the stall. Marisa's legs were aching and cold, and she still had not come, although she was damned close. Feeling very horny, and happy that she had made Brooke come with such intensity, she also felt a little deflated, as Brooke was now slumped limply against the stall, sweat sheened and sated, and obviously out of action. Just as she started to rise to leave, Brooke's sweaty hand came out and clamped Marisa's arm. "I'm not finished with you yet", she croaked. And, as Marisa stood, there and then, Brooke rose slightly, roughly yanked Marisa's skirt up, and her wet panties down, and with her whole hand, began to rub at the entire area of Marisa's throbbing and bursting cunt. As Brooke rubbed at Marisa's pussy, fingers slid in and parted the flesh of her pussy. The flat of Brooke's hand rubbing hard against Marisa's wetness was curiously arousing. Brooke's long fingers pressed against the wet flesh with crazed intensity. There was no other word for it. Brooke was frigging her, bringing her off. It was so shockingly flagrant, that within seconds short, sharp bursts of orgasm began to hit Marisa's body, culminating in a shockingly violent, searing release that had the blood rushing in her ears and her legs trembling weakly, barely able to hold her weight up. As the last throbs of orgasm died away within Marisa's body, she faintly heard the clanging of the bell droning in the distance. Marisa's whole body was numb with the pleasure she had just received and given, her mind a jumble of confused, lusty thoughts. From outside herself, Marisa began to straighten her uniform, saying to Brooke, "C'mon, Brooke, you'd better get ready, the bell's ringing". A contented Brooke looked up drowsily at Marisa, a lascivious smile forming on her perfect mouth. "All that pleasure, and we didn't even kiss", Brooke cooed lazily. "Still, there's plenty of time to make up for that. Say, aren't you going to invite me round to your house after school? I've heard a lot about your lovely sister, Carlie, too. I'm dying to meet her". Marisa stared open mouthed at Brooke for a moment, then, as her mind began to register on the possibilities that lay ahead, she felt a broad smile lifting her own lips. "Of course, Brooke", she grinned. "I'm sure Carlie would love to meet you too. We'll have to have a sleepover...." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx WELL, IT MAY HAVE BEEN A LONG WAIT, BUT I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT!!! I PROMISE PART FIVE WILL BE COMPLETED SOONER...AS FOR WHAT IT MAY CONTAIN, I'LL LEAVE THAT TO YOUR IMAGINATION!!! Be Good!  Alfie ^--x--