Alexa's Little Sister

by Misty Meadow

Alexa and I are lying in her bed, naked, exhausted after hours of love making. We're both fifteen and we've been at it for a couple of years. It started one afternoon when I was late getting back to the changing room after PE and all the other girls had left. She was naked and was reaching for her knickers when I walked in. That was the first time I saw her naked. I pulled my leotard off, aware that she was staring at me. She put her white cotton knickers on and looked down at herself.

“Shit, they're inside out,” she said, pulling them down. She stepped close to me, staring at my cunt and my tummy started to tingle. “You've got cunt lips,” she said. I used my fingertips to pull my cunt open, exposing the pinkness inside. She kissed her fingertip and pressed it to my open cunt. It felt like an electric shock, so I did the same to her and that was the start of everything. That weekend I invited her to sleep over and we did everything that we'd learned from internet porn videos, with the possible exception of golden showers and fisting. That came later. We're constantly looking for new kinky stuff to do. We're quite insatiable, our tits and cunts hungry to be kissed and licked. We borrow her Mum's sex toys, a big black fake cock, a double ended dildo and a small vibrator that can be inserted and operated remotely using an app on our phones.

To be honest, Alexa and I are not actually in love; we're just casual friends who enjoy sex more than anything in the world. My only true love was a girl called Missy whose name was always confused with mine, Misty. She was painfully pretty in a china doll kind of way. We were both ten and I fell for her one afternoon when we were walking in the woods and she squatted down, pulled her knickers to one side and peed. She looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. For several months we hugged and kissed and fingered each other until her family moved away and I never saw her again. Ever since then, whenever I see a pretty ten year old girl, something in my tummy churns.

Alexa's parents are away for the weekend at a business conference up in Edinburgh so we have the house to ourselves, except for her little sister Nicky, who's ten. She's at the house of one of her friends and will be back at any moment.

“By the way, I forget to tell you, I'm going up to London this evening with Chloe.” She's another friend of Alexa, a year older. “I have two tickets to Romeo and Juliet at the Royal Ballet at Covent Garden and I know you hate ballet.” I do; my Mum made me take ballet lessons when I was younger and it was torture.

“You know Romeo was a paedo, don't you?” She looks incredulous. “Early in the play,” I explain, “Juliet's father says, quote, 'she hath not seen the change of fourteen years,' so lover boy was bonking a thirteen year old which might've been legal back then, but nowadays he'd be in jail.” She shrugs. I continue, “I think Juliet should be danced by a thirteen year old, preferably naked. Now that's a ballet I could happily watch.” She doesn't even smile at my attempt at humour, though actually, I'm serious.

“So, can you look after Nicky until I get back, probably on the last train?”

“It'll be my pleasure.”

You might think that it would be a chore for me to take care of a ten year old but on the contrary, to me, Nicky is just as sexy - no, sexier - than Alexa, with that kind of china doll look that I mentioned earlier, and I have a suspicion that she has a crush on me, so spending an evening with her could be interesting, to say the least. Perhaps I'm even more of a paedo than Romeo. I roll off the bed and start to dress.

“You'd better get dressed before Nicky comes home,” I say. “I know she's seen us naked, but not in bed together, still aglow from having fabulous sex. She might get ideas.” I'm actually hoping she will, but I don't want to spark any jealousy in Alexa. Nicky knows her sister I get it on together, but I don't want to draw attention to it. Alexa reluctantly climbs out of bed and gets dressed, pulling on her knickers and a pair of black nylon tights. I hate tights. Okay, they look good under a dress, but they get in the way of sex. Another girl's knickers are easy to pull down, tights not so much. She dons one of those classic little black dresses and I have to confess she looks pretty damn good.

We hear Nicky come in, slamming the front door and she comes up the stairs. I'm still in just my white cotton knickers, looking for my dress which might be under the bed. She pushes the door open and as I look at her, that familiar feeling stirs in my tummy. Her eyes light up when she sees me.

“You guys have been having sex,” she announces, matter-of-factly.

“How do you know?” asks Alexa.

“I can smell it.”

“Don't you dare say anything to Mum.”

“But you're sixteen, that's old enough.” It's the age of consent in the UK.

“Nevertheless, Mum doesn't like me being gay.”

“I think it's cool.” I'm inclined to agree. Nicky continues, “I'm gonna be gay when I grow up.” I can help you with that, I think to myself. I find my dress which has fallen off the back of a chair and put it on. Alexa explains to Nicky that she's going up to London on the train with Chloe and won't be back until late and I'm going to be babysitting her.

“I'm not a baby,” she says.

“True,” I say, “she just means I'm going to be your companion for the evening.”

Downstairs in the living room, Alexa says, “I'm meeting Chloe at the station.” It's only a ten minute walk away. “We're going to eat in London, probably at a Chinese place in Soho, so I'm heading out now. Be good for Misty, Nicky. You'll be asleep when I get back, so have a good time.” I intend that we will. We kiss Alexa goodbye. She looks very sophisticated walking down the driveway in her high heels. When I close the door, Nicky jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs round my hips, her arms round my neck. I support her weight with my hands on her bum cheeks, my fingertips dangerously close to her cunt.

“I'm so glad it's you taking care of me. My other sitter is a total bore. She spends the whole time texting on her phone.”

“Well, we're gonna spend the whole evening loving each other.”

“But don't you love Alexa?” she says, puzzled.

“To be honest, I don't.” I release her and sit on the recliner and she sits on my lap, facing away from me. “We're just good friends who have sex together.” As she leans back my boobs press against her. “I love someone else.”

“Who?”

“You,” I whisper softly in her ear. “You're the most beautiful girl in the world!”

“You're being silly.”

“I'm serious. You're adorable and sexy and I love you to bits. Now I want to take a picture of us together.” I take my phone from the pocket of my dress and show her how to set the timer. “Put it on the coffee table and aim it so I'm properly framed, set it off then come back and sit on my lap again.” This she does, and as she sits back on my thighs leaning back, I part my own thighs and hook my hands under her knees to pull her legs wider apart as we watch the seconds count down on the screen until the flash goes off. She jumps up and brings me the phone. We look at the screen and she laughs.

“Oh, my God!” I gush. “We're so fucking sexy!” It's about the most perfect double up-skirt picture I've ever seen and I've downloaded dozens from the internet to my laptop at home. With this, I have two for the price of one.

“You can see our nickers.”

“That's the whole idea. I'm crazy about knickers. Later, we'll go shopping on line for sexy undies, nice frilly, sexy ones and even see-through knickers.” Her eyes go big. I've done some research and know exactly which sites to go to for pictures of erotic lingerie. She stands up, lifts the front of her dress up high and gazes down at her plain white cotton knickers. “These are boring.”

“Not to me. Nicky's knickers are always sexy 'cos Nicky's inside them. In fact, I should call you “Knickers”.

“That's silly,” she says, and she's right, it's not a good idea; it could get confusing.

“Shall I take them off?” she asks.

“No.” Her face falls. “Because I want to have the exquisite pleasure of taking them off you myself.” Now her face wears an eager smile. “But not just yet.” I rise from the recliner and sit on one end of the couch. “Come and lie down with your head in my lap.” She lies there, gazing up at me adoringly and I'm beginning to think that this darling angel will let me do just about anything I want to her, though of course I'd never in a million years do anything that would upset her. I put one hand on her knee and slide it up her thigh, pushing her dress higher and higher until it's round her waist. I gaze at her knickers, her puffy mound making a bulge and the white cotton, pressed into her slit, creates a delicious camel toe. I drink in the sexy scene, burning it into my memory for future masturbatory use.

“Shall I take my dress off?”

“Good idea, then I'll be able to look at your tits.”

“I don't have any.”

“But you have nipples and I want to play with them.” She grins, sits up and lifts her dress over her head and tosses it aside, then lies back down again, her head on my thigh. I put my hands on the side of her ribs and rub my thumbs over her nipples and sure enough, I can feel them beginning to stand up, just millimetre or so, but enough to tell me it's a sexual response. Then I slide one hand down her chest, over the front of her knickers, brushing her camel toe with my fingertips.

“That's nice,” she says. “Now take them off.”

“You can't wait to get naked, can you?”

“You do want to see me with nothing on, don't you?”

“If you want me to.”

“Oh, yes, yes! Take them off. I want to show you my kitty.”

“'Kitty'? You mean your 'cunt'.”

“That's a naughty word.”

“But we're naughty girls, aren't we? We gonna do all sorts of naughty stuff tonight. Stand up.” She rolls off her back and stands between my spread thighs. “Take my dress off first,” I command her, lifting my bum to free it and seconds later I'm like her, wearing nothing but white cotton knickers.

“Oh, I love your boobs, Misty! Can I touch them?”

“You can touch them, squeeze them, pinch my nipples, bite them, suck on them. You can do anything you want to do to me, okay?” She reaches out and caresses them with her palms rubbing on my nipples which become instantly hard.

“I'll kiss them later,” she says, “but first, I want you to get my knickers off.”

“Alright. Now's the time. I've been wanting to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you years ago.”

“I was only eight.”

“The sexiest eight year old in the world. You were so careless about showing off your knickers even then.”

“I wasn't careless. It was deliberate.” Oh, my God! I wish I'd known.

“Here we go, my love.” I put my fingers in the waist of her knickers and ever so slowly tug them down and inch at a time, my heart pounding in my chest, my excitement mounting as her prominent mons come into view and then I pause, enjoying the anticipations, until I pull them the final few inches to reveal her cunt, like a peach, her mound unusually large, her cunt nothing more than a vertical slit, but to me, the most exciting thing in the world. I gaze at it, transfixed. “It's adorable!” I tell her, sliding her knickers a few inches lower. I find my phone and take a close up picture of her midriff, from her belly button down to her knees. That's going to look awesome when I show it on my big screen TV that I use as a computer monitor. She stands placidly, allowing me to drink my fill. When the pause becomes untenable, I push them down to her knees where they fall to her ankles and she steps out of them. Lacing her fingers behind her neck, she pushes her hips forward, and parts her feet, as though offering herself to me. I lean forward and kiss her abdomen, a hint of things to come.

“Now can I take yours off?” Words to die for. We swap places and I stand in front of her, letting her pull my knickers down. Not a subtle as I was, she drags them off in one swift pull, but I'm so eager to show her my cunt that I don't care.

“Wow! It's different from mine. You have lips and all sorts of stuff.” With my fingertips, I pull my outer lips wide apart, exposing my pink cavern with its complicated folds. Looking down, I can see I'm wet, and the aroma of sex drifts up and excites me even more. I love the smell of my cunt. She gazes at my as I flaunt my most private parts and waves of heat spread from my cunt through my abdomen. I know that I could cum at any minute, hands off, just because the darling little angel that I love is looking intently at my cunt. “It's awesome!” she breathes.

“Having you look at my cunt gets me so excited,” I tell her.

“It smells of sex. It smells just like my finger when I touch myself at night in bed.” Oh, my God, she's masturbating already! Mind you, I was doing it when I was younger than she is, so I shouldn't be surprised.

“Do you want to touch it?” I ask. Instantly, her hand is pressing against my cunt, her other hand reaching round me on my bum cheek, pressing me closer to her. I remove my fingers to make room for whatever she wants to do to my cunt. I'm looking down at her hand, then at her angel face and she looks up, our eyes locking. I can see she's as excited as I am. She looks back down again and slides a finger into me. Oh, my God, my dreams have come true. I'm being finger fucked by a ten year old child with whom I'm in love. And the evening has only just begun.

“Can I touch yours?” I ask. Her facial expression tells me all I need to know. I sit back down on the end of the couch and she lies, as before, with her head on my lap. I bend down and press my lips to hers, feeling her little tongue poking, and my own meets hers. Her breath is so sweet and her lips deliciously soft, but what I really want to kiss is her cunt, the ten year old vertical smile between her legs. I roll sideways and at the same time, lift my thigh to give her access to me and at last, my goal is within reach. First, I lay my middle finger along her slit, sliding it up and down, feeling her wetness, then gently probe, carefully exploring. I discover that her cherry has already been popped, probably by her own fingers or, if she's like me, with the handle of a hair brush or some such object. I push my finger as deep into her as far as it'll go, then extract it, and pop it into my mouth, making sure she sees me do it. I hear her giggle.

Then comes the moment! My mouth presses against her cunt and my tongue pushes her slit open, just as I feel her fingers pulling my own lips apart and her tongue lick my inner lips. This is incredible! We've been alone for less than half an hour and already we're sixty-nining like mature lesbians.

It's all just too much! Without warning, I cum, like a napalm bomb going off in my cunt, the fire spreading through my whole body, an orgasm unlike any I've had before. I convulse, my thighs clamping together, trapping Nicky's head. I wonder if I'm having a heart attack as my chest pounds and my gut churns. I feel my toes reflexively curling as waves of pure lust wash over me and I'm gasping for air like I've just run a mile. I don't know how long it lasts for, certainly longer than any other orgam I've had and then I feel Nicky struggling to extract her head from between my thighs. She sits up and looks at me, fear on her face.

“Are you all right?” she asks, anxiously. I nod my head. “I thought you were having a seizure.” I manage to chuckle.

“I came, that's all.”

“I made you cum?” she asks incredulously. “Oh, my God! What was it like?”

“Indescribable. The only way to let you know how good it was would be for me to make you cum, which I fully intend to do, after we've had a shower and eaten dinner. Then, my sweet darling sex kitten, I'm gonna send you to heaven in a way you've never even dreamed about.”

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Have you ever showered with a ten year old girl? It's an adventure that every gay girl should have. If you're not into young girls, she'll change your outlook profoundly. We lather each other all over and after I press my soapy middle finger up her bum hole, she does the same to me, not showing the least distaste. She's ready for anything. I get two fingers into her cunt and she gets three into mine. She makes my nipples standout like fingertips, bright pink and hard. I wonder if I can take it any further without turning her off, so I tell her I want to pee.

“So, pee,” she says. “I need to, as well.”

“I want to ask you something and you can say 'no' if you want. I want you to pee on me.” For a second she looks surprised and then laughs.

“I'll do anything you want,” she says, an eager smile on her face. I sit down on the floor of the shower, the tiles warmed by the hot water, and position her so she's straddling me, her sweet little cunt just above my face. I tilt my head back and tell her to start peeing and to stop when I slap her thigh. She pulls her slit open with her fingertips and we wait until she's relaxed enough to let it go. A surprisingly strong stream of pee lands on my face, stinging my eyes, but I don't care; I'm too excited. I open my mouth and looking up, I can see the astonishment on her face. When my mouth's full, I slap her thigh and she stopped. I close my lips, swirl her pee around my mouth, then swallow it. She giggles.

“That's so naughty!” she says.

“I'm a naughty girl. Give me some more.” I swallow another mouthful, then gently slap her again. I lean back, supported by my arms and spread my legs. “Pee on to my cunt!” I demand, aroused almost to the point of orgasm. Her stream hits my tummy and she adjusts her aim so it's landing right on my clit. It's almost too much, so I slap her again and asked her to pee on my tits. She seems almost as thrilled as I am. When she empty, I stand up.

“Now pee on me,” she says.

“Lie on your back on the floor. I'm not going to pee in your mouth; you're not ready for pee drinking yet. It's an acquired tasted, so we'll do that another time but for now, I'm just going to pee all over your lovely body.” Which I do, aiming most of it at her cunt as she holds her lips open for me. She lies there passively, seeming to enjoy the intimacy and depravity of it.

We rinse under the hot shower, then towel off. I pick her up, one arm round her back, the other under her knees, carry her into her bedroom and lie her on her back on the bed.

“Stay there and don't move,” I tell her, then dash into Alexa's bedroom and return with my phone and her mum's big black fake cock. Nicky, without being asked, spreads her legs invitingly, allowing me to take several pictures that will keep me happy later when I'm alone. She rolls on to her front and pushes her bum up in the air to display both orifices, then, on her back again, lifts her legs up beside her head to let me take more pictures.

“Now I want to take pictures of you,” she says, taking my phone from me. I lie with my knees up and let them fall sideways, offering my cunt for the camera. She comes in for a close up, then puts the phone down, picks up the dildo and thrusts it straight into my cunt, as deep as it will go.

“I want you to do this to me,” she says, just as I cum.

The end.