Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2024 00:06:40 +0000 From: Nifty Sisters Subject: Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 6) (Lesbian/Adult-Youth) Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 6) Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction written by my sister and me. Any similarity to persons, places, or things is entirely coincidental. If such stories are illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading immediately. Otherwise, we hope you enjoy! -Nifty Sisters Little Sister Author's Note: This chapter is lovingly dedicated to JetBoy from the JuicySecrets story site. One of our readers brought this site to our attention and suggested that we submit our story there, so we did. JetBoy was kind enough to reject it, essentially telling us that because there were some elements of feet and tickling here and there, no one would like it... despite the fact that one of their site's supposedly beloved, now deceased female founders has a story posted entirely about tickling ("Michelle's Tickling Game") which has many positive comments and even includes a photo of a little girl having her feet tickled. There are plenty of other stories on their site including tickling like "Picture This" and several more unnamed ones in the archives. Also, lots of stories about urination and peeing (no judgement to anyone who likes that), but clearly that's more "mainstream", right? ;) So thanks again JetBoy for your dutiful gatekeeping for your readers to always ensure that their tastes perfectly align with your own personal ones. You do know that there are special spots on soles that go straight to another part of a girl's body, right? If you don't, please feel free to take my personal word for it and consider giving it a try sometime. Much love, Emily <3 Big Sister Author's Note: Little sister is quite the headstrong and feisty 14-year-old, but in all seriousness, we harbor no ill feelings for the JuicySecrets site or JetBoy and wish him and his site well. In other news, Nifty is awesome and could always use donations to keep their service running. Please consider a donation of any size and send it at this link: https://donate.nifty.org/ - Now, go read and enjoy Chapter 6! -Erica --- To say that my discussion with Bethany last night on the beach left me psychologically reeling would be the understatement of the century. And yet, somehow I still managed to sleep, dreamless even, and thankfully awoke the next morning around 9 o'clock in the comfortable, large bed in my hut. Still doubting her words and explanations, but having no way to reconcile my lucid dream in which I seemingly unknowingly interacted with her, I knew that I needed to find my own answers and validation. Somehow, she had introduced me into her "dream state", as she had referred to it. I started having the occasional moments of doubt regarding my own sanity, but then I reminded myself that it wasn't just me; Clarissa was also experiencing similar events, with no shortage of unexplained strangeness. I needed to tell her about what happened to me, other than what she already witnessed on the front of my jean shorts when we woke up from our nap together. Splashing some water on my face and throwing my hair into a ponytail, I quickly got dressed in a fresh navy-blue t-shirt, sports bra, and white shorts. Heading towards the door, I looked down at the ugly red Crocs next to my canvas sneakers. With a sigh, I reluctantly slipped my feet into them, only to find the familiar squishy and moist feeling. If Bethany was to be believed, I figured I would need to be wearing them to find my way into the jungle, and Clarissa would probably need hers too. I considered any reason why Bethany might lie about some or all of what she had told me, but I was not able to reach any logical explanation for such a motivation. To make matters worse, the feeling of the shoes around my feet then caused my thigh muscles to twitch as my mind flashed back to my last dream for an instant, envisioning the helpless teen girl tied to the stone table and relentlessly edged with tongues and a fingertip. My mind pondered what kind of 15-year-old girl keeps her young pussy shaved completely bare. I tried to shake off these thoughts as I exited the front door to my hut, locked it behind me, and ventured out across the wooden boardwalk heading to one of the main hotel buildings that Clarissa and her family were staying in. The warm morning sun radiated against my tanned skin and had a soothing effect as I reached my destination after a couple short minutes. Following the informational signs on the walls of the hallway, I started walking towards their room number that Megan had shared with me yesterday. As I rounded another corner, I heard an excited voice call out behind me. "Erica!", Clarissa blurted out happily. I turned around to face the direction of the sound and observed her and her dad coming down the hallway from the other side of the building towards me. Even from a distance, Clarissa was absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair was beachwaver curled and she sported a two-piece blue and black bikini that tightly hugged her developing little body, along with her white flip flops. I tried hard not to look at the thin fabric clinging in between her creamy smooth thighs, showing a tantalizing hint of eleven-year-old camel toe. "Hi Clarissa! Hi Paul!", I replied, attempting to maintain a high gaze. "Morning Erica!", Paul greeted back, as Clarissa started running towards me before finally wrapping her little limber arms around my back for a hug. "I just got done swimming in the ocean! It's sooooooo warm!", Clarissa said while looking up at me with a dreamy smile, still hugging me. I couldn't help but laugh a little while looking back down at her and replied, "Yeah, that's one of the biggest reasons people want to come here. And you're still pretty wet!" As I finished this sentence, I tried to ignore the subsequent throb in between my legs. Clarissa released me from her embrace and looked downward at my shoes, then at hers, and then back up at my face. "I didn't wear the Crocs because I didn't want to get sand in them", she stated matter-of-factly. Remembering the lie I told her mother about where they came from, I played along, "Well thank you! I'm sure my sister will appreciate that!" "Were you looking for us?", Paul asked. "Yeah actually!", I replied, "I wondered if Clarissa might want to grab a bite to eat with me or go exploring for a while again." "Oooooh, can I dad?!", Clarissa begged excitedly. Paul laughed and added, "Sure, but let's go back to the room so you can change out of your wet swimsuit first and check with your mom. I told her we would be back around now so she should be expecting us." Turning to me, he added, "Erica, you are more than welcome to accompany us if you'd like?" "Sure! I can hang for a few," I replied with a smile. The three of us approached their hotel room door together and Paul swiped his access card before opening the door. Instead of the door opening, however, he was greeted with a thud as the door was seemingly blocked by the security deadbolt. "Megan?", he called out through the door, "You locked us out!" He then turned to me and added with an eye roll, "She always does this." I heard what sounded like some heavy footsteps quickly running around inside the room, followed by a click sound and Megan appearing on the other side of the now open door, seemingly slightly out of breath. "I'm so sorry!", she quickly replied, "I completely forgot about that", before giving Paul and Clarissa a hug as they both walked inside. "And hi Erica! I almost didn't see you hiding behind Paul", she joked. We stepped in and all exchanged pleasantries shortly before Clarissa hurried off into her private bedroom off the side of the living room area and closed the door so she could change into dry clothes. My toes curled as I couldn't help but imagine her peeling the wet fabric of the thin swimwear off of all the little delicate parts of her body it had been covering. I wished I were a fly on the wall in her room at that moment. I started feeling a hint of dampness on my panties. It wasn't long before Clarissa reemerged, now dressed similarly to me: a maroon crop-top t-shirt which showed the tiniest hint of her flat, toned stomach and cute belly button; a pair of light brown shorts; and surprisingly, she was barefoot. She glanced down at the floor near the door to her room and locked her gaze with the red Crocs. "That's weird...", she started to say with a short pause, "That's not where I left those. They were in my room when I left?" she said in disbelief while she was looking around the room between her parents and me. Megan jumped in suddenly, "Oh, sorry about that honey. I was straightening things up while you two were out and I must have forgotten to put them back." "Oh... OK", Clarissa responded, seemingly satisfied with this answer as she slipped her feet into them. I looked at Megan and could have sworn I noticed the slightest hint of strangeness on her face which I couldn't get a clear sense of. "Did you put on suntan lotion?", Paul asked Clarissa, startling me out of my gaze at Megan. "I did!", Clarissa replied happily, obviously excited. "OK, you two have fun and we will see you in a couple hours then. Just call or text us if we aren't here when you get back and we'll let you know where we are", he finished as we were walking out, right before all waving goodbye to each other. --- "Ohmygod Erica, I couldn't wait to see you today!", Clarissa blurted out to me as soon as we were outside the building hallway which had a penchant for echoing and amplifying sound. She continued, "I wanted to go to your hut first thing this morning but my mom said to wait for you to come instead because you probably wanted to sleep in. I didn't want to wait!" I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm and excitement. After all, I think I had a pretty fair understanding of it, remembering how sad I had been last night only from having to say goodbye to her. "I understand!", I started to reply happily, "And I'm also very happy that you still wanted to see me again after all the crazy stuff that happened yesterday..." Clarissa stopped walking as I trailed off, so I turned to look at her, her bright blue eyes piercing into mine. She reached out both of her arms, seemingly looking for my hands. I placed both of my hands into hers without breaking our gaze. "Erica, I have never felt so good in my life...", she began very sincerely, "but it's not just the things we did to each other. I...", she hesitated. As I started to open my mouth to try to encourage her to finish her thought, she interrupted and continued before I could utter a syllable, "... really really like you", she said with some trepidation, her face blushing, and the tiniest bits of moisture in her eyes. My heart was melting as I observed this beautiful little girl express her powerful emotions to me as best as she knew how. I smiled and pulled her into a big hug which I let linger for more than a few moments, and also replied back to her at the same time, "I really like you too Clarissa. I... don't know if I have had feelings exactly like this before. But I think I know what you mean because I am finding myself thinking about you all the time." "Me too...", she uttered softly into my chest, her face still pressed into me because of our hug. We finished our embrace, resumed walking, and I added, "I have a lot of things to tell you." "YES! Like what was that dream you had that did that to you?!", she said with a bleeding curiosity. We found a picnic bench to sit on under some large palm trees which provided shade from the ample sunlight, and I explained the dream I had to her in great detail, including how it ended immediately before her mom has awoken us with her knocking on my room door. Clarissa's iridescent sapphires grew wider and wider as I related the final parts of the dream to her, up to and including when my hand finally reached inside my panties, and what seemed like a horribly inconveniently timed interruption. "Wow...", she uttered softly after a big exhale. After a slight delay, she added, "That's a lot of girls..." "I know, right?!", I started to reply, "I can't even imagine what that would have felt like... but I kinda wanted to." "I think I would have too...", she said, surprising me a bit with her answer. Before I could respond, she added, "All those tongues..." "And then Bethany...", I trailed off. "Oh yeah, how weird is that! She is like OLD," Clarissa adamantly replied. I couldn't help but laugh a little and said back, "Well, it's not like she's 80. And she sure seemed to know how to drive that teen girl crazy with her finger." "You thought she was like 15?", Clarissa asked. "Yeah", I replied, "She looked about a year older than my sister who just turned 14 two weeks ago." "What's your sister's name?", Clarissa inquired. "Emily...", I replied with a hint of sarcasm. "What's wrong?", Clarissa nudged. "Well, nothing really. She is just a clever brat a lot of the time. Just little sister stuff, I guess. She loves to tease me and push my buttons any way she can, even with...", I replied, trailing off as the thought of her most recent form of teasing and annoying me came to mind. "With what?", Clarissa asked, looking confused. I took a deep breath and started to reply, having the slightest butterflies in my stomach for reasons unbeknown to me, "Well... with her feet actually. She likes to make them smell on purpose and then try to throw her socks at me that she wore to school all week or to soccer. I just sort of realized while telling you this that it's weirdly similar to what happened with us yesterday..." "Oh...", she replied, her face reflecting that the wheels were definitely turning, "I wonder if she thought you would like it? Kind of like I do...", she finished with a slight blush. "I really have no idea but I kind of doubt it because I'm her sister after all. I think it's more just to tease me with something gross", I said, shooting her a playful look while trying to ignore another slight tingle in between my thighs. "But you liked it when I did it to you, right? Mareva said you would. It was her idea!", she replied confidently. "I don't know what I was thinking yesterday. It was just a lot all at once...", I trailed off, not quite being able to figure out what I was feeling. Attempting to change the subject, I added, "Speaking of Mareva, guess who I ran into while walking on the beach yesterday not too long after you left?" "Who?", she asked curiously. "Bethany...", I started, "And things got even more weird. Once I explain to you what she told me, you'll understand why I wanted to come find you right away so we can maybe go into the jungle and try to figure this out." --- "'Dream state'?! Erica, how is that possible? She has to be lying", Clarissa asked with all of the bewilderment in the world. "I don't know... but how else could she know about my dream and know that I was watching them all with my hand in my panties?", I responded before adding, "And remember what she said to us in the restaurant about Mareva and dreams being more powerful than we know? What if she really did this to me and it wasn't an accident?" Clarissa shook her head back and forth, "This doesn't make any sense..." "That's why I want us to go into the jungle to the massage hut and see if we can figure something out. Bethany told me that I wouldn't believe it unless she proved it to me by bringing me into hers. I still don't know what I think or believe, though. And you saw my huge soaked spot on my jean shorts after I woke up... I was about to, you know...", I responded. "Wow... OK, let's try it, I guess. I'm kind of nervous though. This is all so weird...", she trailed off. "I know, but we will figure it out together and I will be with you no matter what", I reassured her. We reached the cobblestone path at the edge of the jungle and glanced at one another to ensure that both our visual perceptions agreed before holding hands, the feeling of her smooth skin instantly giving me butterflies. We pressed forward, lost in thought on the whole hike into the increasingly dense foliage until we finally appeared outside the smaller, welcome massage hut and were greeted with the now-red stones in front of us leading up the steps to the door. I walked up the steps first, opened the door, and held it so Clarissa could enter ahead of me. Even though I wasn't expecting anything specific, I was still surprised to find the welcome hut devoid of any presence. Scanning around carefully, I glanced at Clarissa, shrugged, and started walking toward the door into the main massage room, with her in my tow. Walking through the door, the dim light from the skylight barely illuminated the room which helped divert my gaze to the only other visible light source - the same two out of three burning candles straight across from the door. "Did Bethany tell you anything else about those?", Clarissa asked, also looking at the candles. "No, she didn't", I replied. "Hello girls," a voice from the side of the room startled us without warning. We both turned to look and found Bethany emerging from behind the tri-fold screen. Bethany looked between both Clarissa and my shocked faces and added, "I'm glad you both came. Are you ready to experience something unimaginable?" "Umm....", Clarissa started. "More than we already have?", I asked sarcastically. Bethany began walking over to us, emerging from the dark corner. At this moment I realized she was wearing a two-piece white and green striped bikini which didn't leave much to the imagination. For the first time, I could see more of the form of her body and she wasn't bad looking, really. Her skin was soft and smooth and she had C-cup breasts which seemed like they were barely contained by her relatively skimpy outfit. Of course, she was wearing the signature red Crocs as well. She must have noticed both Clarissa and I looking her up and down. "It's easier having less clothing to get in and out of when going down there", she stated while still approaching us. "Going down where?", Clarissa asked as Bethany was now directly in front of us. "Into the temple. The entrance is hidden over there", she replied while pointing back in the direction she had just emerged from. "Temple?!", Clarissa asked in disbelief. "Yes, it's where amazing things can happen. I don't know if Erica told you, but it's a purposely kept secret of this place that only people who are invited can know about. So, you can't tell other people about any of this unless you know they have been there too. You really don't know how special you are", Bethany replied. Clarissa gave Bethany a strange look after she finished speaking, and I honestly couldn't blame her. I was unintentionally silent myself as I was trying to process their conversation thus far. "Why are you here with us now?", I asked Bethany as some semblance of logic returned to my brain. "I have been instructed to be your guide. They know I have been talking to you both already", she replied. "Guide for what?", Clarissa asked. Bethany answered, "A guide to teach you both their ways and help you understand. Trust me, it's a lot easier than trying to figure it out yourself like I had to when I was Erica's age." Clarissa and I looked at each other, exchanged confused glances, and then back at Bethany. Bethany kneeled down in front of Clarissa, put a single finger under her smooth chin, and exclaimed, "I can't believe what a beautiful girl you are. I have never seen a girl as young as you here, either." Clarissa was blushing hard as I asked, "What about Mareva? And the others that you showed me?" Bethany raised back up to her feet and replied succinctly, "That's different. I meant non-natives." I had the oddest tinge of jealousy as Bethany gazed at Clarissa with a hint of lust. I wrapped my arm around Clarissa and pulled her close to me without thinking. Clarissa extended an arm around my side in response. Her soft touch, closeness, and warmth caused me to slightly squirm. "Follow me", Bethany called out after turning back around and heading in the direction of the tri-fold screen. Clarissa and I followed her reluctantly and stopped once we were able to peer behind it. The nearly invisible trap door which I had tried to open yesterday was now completely open and folded 180 degrees over and rested flat against the adjacent section of the floor. To my surprise, what appeared to be a wooden ladder descended into complete darkness. My mind immediately recalled the similar ladder in my dream which I avoided. "Where does this go?", Clarissa asked while her bright blue eyes focused on the bottomless dark hole in front of us. "Some place you will like and not want to leave, if you are anything like me", Bethany replied, "Erica, you climb down first. Clarissa can go next, and I will go last." I maneuvered around to the edge of the hole containing the ladder and carefully climbed backwards and down onto it. Thankfully, it felt sturdy and secure, so I started to descend about the distance of my height and stopped, waiting for Clarissa to climb down next. Not long after, I saw her slender and naturally hairless legs coming down towards my face with the red Crocs leading the voyage. I continued climbing downward and paused again while waiting for Bethany to join us. Once she did, I heard a long creak followed by a thud and a click. I could only assume that Bethany had pulled the trap door closed and locked it somehow, resulting in the ambient light around us disappearing. It was quite unnerving, as we were almost in complete darkness, only navigating by touch with the expectation of the next rung of the ladder being in place below us. The three of us descended through what felt like an incredible distance which took several minutes. The walls all around us, almost invisible, matched the rough stones comprising the walls of the cave in my dream. The hole we were climbing through was also relatively narrow which would be bad for someone claustrophobic, but also maybe life-saving for someone who is clumsy enough to slip when climbing a ladder. "Are you doing OK, Clarissa?", I called out above me. "Yeah, I'm OK! I've never climbed a ladder this big before", she replied apprehensively. Bethany's voice rained down on us, "Don't worry girls, it's a long way but the first time always feels like the longest. Once you have done it a few times, it's not so bad." The air cooled around us and began to feel damp as we nearly completed our descent, and I finally sensed a dim light illuminating what appeared to be a level surface not far below me. The width of the hole we were climbing through gradually widened along the way. I finally stepped off the ladder and onto the stone floor, relieved to be done with the light acrobatics. It wasn't long before both Clarissa and Bethany joined me, and once I made sure they were both off the ladder safely, I peered around. My eyes detected a faint light source coming from around a corner down a narrow hallway and I gasped as I discerned that I was in the same place I had started in the dream Bethany pulled me into. I realized she had been intently studying my face, likely expecting this reaction. "What's wrong?", Clarissa asked, noticing the puzzled expression across my face. "Erica is surprised because she has been here before, but she hasn't", Bethany answered for me. Clarissa grew her own puzzled look but kept looking at me and asked, "What is she talking about?" "This is where I was in the dream I had", I started, pointing down the hallway, "This hallway winds around a few times and then comes to a long staircase that goes down to the room Bethany and the girls were in." "Not everything is the same as what you dreamed about. I just made it similar in this case to make a point", Bethany added. I looked at her confused and was about to ask what she meant, but before I could, she added, "Let's go now. You will see what I mean." Clarissa grabbed my hand and the three of us continued down the winding hallways until we reached the very long set of stairs. "You were right!", she exclaimed. After a few minutes more, we reached the bottom landing area but I immediately noticed that the area was different than my recollection. First, there were torches on the wall illuminating this exact spot which had been dark in my dream. I guessed that the darkness was to give me a false sense of security about being able to conceal myself while spying on Bethany and the girls. Next, the doorway was a normal height and not kid-sized as it had previously appeared. Peering through it and into the room in front of us, the stones were no longer red, and there was no raised table in the middle. The shape and size of it were still the same, however, except there were three thick wooden doors on each wall around us, complete with large metal rings serving as handles. "This way", Bethany called out while leading us towards the door to the right. "This is the room Bethany and the girls were in", I said quietly to Clarissa, "It's different now though. The table is gone and there are three doors." Bethany grabbed the metal ring on the large and heavy wooden door and pulled it outwards with some effort, its hinges squealing loudly, and then motioned for us to enter it in front of her. Upon crossing the threshold, I discerned a smaller room, maybe around eight feet square, with no other entrances or exits. A single torch on the wall opposite from the doorway provided dim ambient lighting and flickered against what I could only describe as an unusual contraption perfectly centered in the room. A small wooden table was the only other item present, sitting empty in the far-right back corner. Clarissa and I were transfixed on the large object in the middle of the room. "I have never seen this room used before", Bethany muttered, breaking both our gazes which were now directed at her. "What do you mean? What is this place and this thing?", I asked cautiously. "This room is for two people to manifest a shared dream. You two are connected and are able to do that. The others I know of aren't like that... which is why I was saying before that you don't know how special you are." Clarissa looked at Bethany like she just escaped from a mental asylum. I couldn't help but giggle a little at her face, but on the other hand, Bethany's words oddly resonated with me. I did indeed feel a strange, indescribable connection to Clarissa. I wondered if this was what Bethany was talking about. "Both of you, take all your clothes and shoes off and put them on that table", Bethany ordered, pointing at the empty wooden table. I looked at Clarissa who looked unequivocally bewildered and asked, "I know this is really weird but do you want to try it? I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want to." A little wrinkle appeared on her forehead as she was internally pondering. Not long after, her beautiful blue eyes met mine again and she asked, "Do you want to try it?" "Everything about this and what we have experienced is so weird but at the same time I guess I am kind of curious. And even though all of it has been so crazy so far, I really enjoyed every moment with you", I responded to her with some hope. "You're right...", she started to reply, "I am curious too and I would try it as long as we are together." I looked back at Bethany who was giving me a slightly smug look. "She's an adventurous one for her age", she offered about Clarissa. I nodded in response and walked over to the corner of the room next to the wooden table and Clarissa followed behind me. With a deep sigh, I reached my arms into the air and began removing my clothes, with Clarissa following suit not long after. I stopped abruptly in the middle of this process after Clarissa pulled her shirt off, revealing her tiny breast buds and silky smooth, slightly puffy, pink nipples. I felt my cheeks reddening as I had the instant urge to drag my fingertips lightly across both of them. I still couldn't fully comprehend the effect this preteen angel had on me with her stunning beauty and little developing body. She looked back at me now, also topless, and smiled at me when her gaze met mine. Continuing the process, I removed the last article of clothing remaining: my panties. It was no surprise they had a quarter-sized wet spot on the front of them which was surely on its way to becoming much larger. I caught Clarissa looking in between my legs right as she had her fingertips hooked into both sides of her panties before slipping them down. I watched intently as they delicately peeled off of her rubbery, prepubescent mound before eventually hitting the floor. I looked back at Bethany whose gaze was now locked on Clarissa's tiny pink pussy. I cleared my throat and she looked up at me like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. "You both are so beautiful...", Bethany trailed off. Clarissa blushed a little and thanked Bethany for the compliment, with both of us now looking at her intently to receive further instructions. After collecting herself, Bethany motioned for us to step over to the contraption in the middle of the room, which I then began inspecting more closely. It was most simply a stone carving but shaped in such a way to create two seating positions which were facing each other, complete with places for legs and feet to rest in, elevated off of the floor. The entire makeshift seats, including the backings, were angled forward which didn't appear to be the most comfortable. In the middle of and in between the two seats, a thin column of stone raised up to half the height of the taller seat backs, and along both sides facing each seating position, the stone was covered with some type of smooth rubber or silicone, the same red color as all of our shoes, and having a variety of little bumps and protrusions poking outward. Higher up along the same stone column, there were smaller rod-shaped columns extending horizontally outward, four in total, two on each side. Finally, one seating position was lower to the floor than the other. "Clarissa, come sit here", Bethany said while pointing at the higher seating position. I watched keenly as Clarissa swung a leg over the side of the contraption, giving me an agonizingly short peek at her glistening pink insides as she nestled herself into position on the strange chair. As her feet found their positions in the cutouts for them, she was no longer standing on the ground, so the angle of the seat pushed her spread legs forward, connecting her hairless labia and clit directly against the red, bumpy surface. She let out an almost-undetectable gasp as her folds pressed firmly into and against this odd material. I instantly felt goosebumps on both of my arms witnessing her reaction and trying to imagine the sensation she felt. Bethany's words broke my gaze at Clarissa, "You can put your arms or hands on these handles to steady yourself and move around a little." Clarissa placed her hands onto the higher set of the two horizontal, rod-shaped extrusions and looked back at Bethany. "Exactly", Bethany said before turning to me and adding, "It's your turn now. Come sit on the other side of her." Surprisingly without much hesitation, I stepped over to the lower seat and swung a leg across it and onto the floor on the other side. I looked down, attempting to find the cutout for my left foot, but realized that Clarissa's foot was covering the top half of it. At that exact moment, Clarissa noticed this problem and raised her foot up, allowing me to place mine into the cutout. Upon doing so, she lowered her foot back into the cutout for hers, resulting in the majority of her sole and toes now resting on top of mine. The feeling instantly made me shiver and brought back an intense flash of the indescribable pleasure and orgasm I had previously endured while feeling this sensation. Almost as if Clarissa sensed this, she instinctively began sliding her foot back and forth on top of mine, caressing it slowly. My pussy started gently throbbing as I tried my best to remain focused on getting my other foot into the proper location on the opposite side of this strange apparatus. Again, Clarissa moved her foot temporarily, allowing me to position mine, before lowering hers back down and mimicking the same sole caresses on this side too. Almost simultaneously, gravity pulled my now noticeably wet pussy against the red bumpy surface which was much smoother than I expected it to be. Two of the little bumps were positioned almost perfectly in front of my clit, and the downward movement caused them to inadvertently give it the tiniest little rub. "Ohhhhhhhh", I uttered involuntarily from the tingle before immediately looking back up and noticing that I had almost just moaned into Clarissa's mouth. I stared into her bright blue eyes which were now at most two inches in front of my face due to the forward incline of our seats, especially with mine being lower to the ground. Both of us were holding our heads from falling into each other's with our arms positioned on the horizonal bars extending to the sides in front of us. "Hi Erica", Clarissa said playfully with a giggle and a gleam in her eyes as she stared back at me with the tiniest hint of lust. The smooth skin on her face, inviting pink supple lips, and her gaze caused my thigh muscles to twitch, contracting my clit in between the two rubbery bumps again. I felt Clarissa's toes curl slightly on the tops of both of my feet, and I shuddered again as I realized that this resulted from her effort to grind her pussy against the red surface on her side. "Well now, before you two get too distracted, you both need to create your dream state", Bethany started, "You should appreciate this, too. When I first started sitting on these, I thought I was falling asleep exhausted after cumming so many times and having vivid dreams of completely random things. I never knew that I had any control over the who, where, what, and how. I guess the 'why' too, but once I learned I had any control, there was only one answer to that, for me." "And what's that?", Clarissa asked. "To get myself and other people off", Bethany replied a little more quietly. "Ummmm...", Clarissa started to reply. "Erica told you about her dream with me", Bethany interrupted and continued, "I chose who I wanted there, where it took place, how everything worked, and when people came and left. I modeled it after this place because I knew that you both would be seeing it soon and so you could also see that it's not identical and doesn't have to be. You can imagine whatever you want. Whoever you bring in, you can also control or leave some things up to them. If you don't want them to be able to talk, see, hear, or remember, you can do that. For example, I let my girl talk, see, and hear so I could hear her whimpering and true reactions. And I kicked Erica out a second before she was about to cum at the same time as my girl." "Hey! That was on purpose?! I thought that was some very unlucky timing", I responded with some irritation. "But you get it now", Bethany replied with a cavalier smirk. "Who was that girl?", Clarissa asked, turning her head to look at Bethany. "Oh...", Bethany started to trail off, "She is umm... one of my daughter's friends." Clarissa and I turned to look at each other and then back at Bethany, who quickly continued, "Don't worry about that. Clarissa, you imagine someone in your mind to bring into your experience. Think about if you want them to be able to see, hear, speak, remember the dream, and what everyone involved is wearing. Erica, you imagine a place and the circumstances. It doesn't have to be anything sexual necessarily, but it's up to you both. Mine never were at first until I understood that they could be. Either of you can end it at any time and you will be back here. Once the last initiator leaves, everyone else left inside the dream will wake up if they haven't already." Clarissa turned her face back towards mine and asked, "Erica, is this really for real?!" "I... truthfully don't know. I know what happened in my dream and I can't explain it, so I guess all we can do is find out?", I replied. "Who should I pick and what should we do?", Clarissa asked, suddenly with a rather cute hint of excitement. "Hmmm...", I started to reply, "Surprise me? But maybe we can do something innocent and simple to start to see how this works. What do you think?" "OK! This is... kind of cool if it really works!", Clarissa exclaimed, still inches in front of my face. "When you two are ready to start, squeeze your legs hard around the peg in front of you for five seconds without letting go, and you will be gone", Bethany inserted. "OK Clarissa, are you ready? Count of three, start squeezing?", I asked, feeling somewhat silly. "Let's do it!", she said, laughing a little. I counted to three out loud and immediately after squeezed my thighs around the rubbery, bumpy surface in between them, giving my clit another jolt as the two bumps hugged it tightly due to the increased pressure. I stared into Clarissa's starry sapphires and she gazed back into mine. Her angelic face was beckoning mine more and more with every second that passed. --- I blinked. Complete darkness. But I was aware that I was somewhere. And increasingly aware that certain parts of my body were needing attention after my previous close proximity to Clarissa. I blinked a few more times. The interior of the massage hut appeared in front of me as if a dark black veil had been peeled slowly away from my eyes. The room was exactly how I had imagined it before attempting this: essentially as it exists in the real world, except with no entrance or exit; only a completely circular, windowless room except for the skylight. The massage table was oriented in the normal massage position, but there was no subject. In my haste and newness to conjure up a location, I attempted to think of something relatively innocent and innocuous because I didn't know who Clarissa might bring into this experiment. I peered around the room looking for her but didn't see anyone. Without warning, I felt a swift breeze directly behind me but only lasting for a moment, so I turned around abruptly. To my surprise, Clarissa was now standing in front of me, her eyes slowly blinking. After a few moments, her eyes locked with mine before looking all around the room. Her gaze rejoining mine, she mouthed silently "Oh my god". I went to open my mouth to respond to her and she instantly and feverishly raised her fingertip up to her lips, indicating for me to be quiet. Confused, but before I could ask, I saw her peering around my tall frame, my guess was so she could see the massage table. I started shrugging and silently mouthing "What?" to her in response while turning towards the table and moving out of her way. In my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of a lot of bare skin offsetting the overarching red hue of the table, resulting in my head snapping quickly in its direction. There was a girl tied into the massage table, which was now oriented into the "special" position. To make matters worse, she was completely naked which I was not expecting. Aside from the five red rope ties across both of her wrists, ankles, and waist, she was also gagged with the thin red scarf and had a red face mask completely covering her eyes down to her nose. The girl appeared to be young, maybe around the age of the girl Bethany had been teasing. Her hair was straight, a medium brown color with a lot of blonde highlights, and was largely hanging off the sides of the table around her head. She had B cup breasts, pink nipples, light skin with an olive tone not too different from mine, and was also completely devoid of hair in between her legs, but it was obvious that she shaved. Looking downward, my eyes stopped above her left kneecap where I observed a tiny, familiar scar. Turning back around abruptly to face Clarissa, my hands reactively both cupped my mouth and held on for dear life to prevent any squeals from escaping. Clarissa, of course, had a woefully evil, yet playful look on her face. Finally gaining enough self-control to remove my hands from my mouth without hollering, I walked up to her quickly and pulled her by the arm gently to the side of the room. I whispered fervently with great effort to remain as quiet as possible, "Clarissa! THAT'S MY SISTER!" Her angelic face giggled back at me before replying happily, "I know!" "Why did you bring her here?!", I asked incredulously. "I couldn't think of anyone else in the moment...", she replied, "You said she was always teasing you so I thought it might be fun for you to get some revenge or something. You aren't mad, are you?" The concern in her last question caused me to soften my questioning and demeanor, since I really couldn't blame her for any of this. I wouldn't have believed this scenario was possible if I wasn't standing there, and even still, was having difficulty. In the quick moment we had before trying this, I didn't have time to ponder many environmental details as Bethany had instructed me to, either. "No girl, I'm not mad", I started to reply while caressing her smooth porcelain cheek a little, "I guess I am just really surprised to see her here. I didn't know that you could bring someone you don't even know." "I didn't either. I just thought about what you told me about her and focused on that", she added. "But why is she completely naked? And that's not how the table was in my head either. Was that your idea?", I inquired. "Yeah...", she started to reply slowly with some pauses, "I know I probably shouldn't have done that but... I remember you said she just turned 14 and... I wanted to see if she was... if she was as pretty as you." How this little angel could still melt my heart in an environment that was beyond description escaped me at that moment, but I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. She smiled up at me as we broke our embrace. "Did you decide if she will remember this?", I asked with a hint of concern. "I wanted her to remember... I thought it would be more fun than if she didn't", Clarissa replied hesitantly. "That's OK", I stated, "We just need to be careful. Does she have all her senses?" "Yeah, she does. That's why she is tied and blindfolded", she answered. "Wow, alright", I started to say while turning to look back towards my little sister tied into the massage table. My eyes fixated in between her legs once again and I was surprised by the fact that she shaved off all of her pubic hair already. We were fairly close and I knew for certain that she wasn't sexually active with anyone else yet. "Mmmmmmph, who is there? Where the fuck am I? Let me go!", Emily moaned into the gag, surprising both Clarissa and me. We both walked over to the table and stood over both sides of Emily's naked body while she continued tossing around, testing her restraints, and clearly becoming increasingly irritated. "Someone helpppp, HELPPPPP", she tried to mumble loudly through the gag. Growing slightly concerned, I whispered to Clarissa, "Maybe this isn't a good idea. I don't want to freak her out or anything. Your revenge idea was kind of fun but I think she is really starting to get scared." Clarissa looked at Emily thoughtfully for a moment before mouthing back to me, "I have an idea, OK?" I shrugged and gave her a thumbs up to try her idea. Clarissa walked up to the top of the table near Emily's head, kneeled down so her lips were almost on top of her ear, and whispered soothingly, "Emily... don't be scared." Emily immediately reacted and screamed into the gag, "OHHMYGOD WHO IS THERE?! LET ME GOOOOO!" Clarissa continued whispering into Emily's ear, "I hear you are a little ticklish and since you have been a bad girl from what someone tells me, it's time to tickle you for a little bit and then you will be let go." "OHMYGODWHATNOOOOOOOOOOOO", Emily started screaming louder and louder into the gag. Mid-wail, Clarissa dragged a fingertip in a circle around Emily's exposed armpit, which almost instantly changed Emily's howl into an intense fit of laughter. "AHHHHH IT TICKLESSS!", Emily shrieked. Not hesitating, Clarissa reached across Emily's bare upper torso and dropped another fingertip into Emily's other armpit across from her, and tickled both simultaneously. I knew Emily was insanely ticklish from her own past admissions, but there was never such an opportunity to have unfettered access to her bare skin without being quickly repelled, so I had never witnessed the full extent of the intensity it could cause for her. I watched in amazement as Clarissa's little fingers sent Emily into wave after wave of laughter and squirms as her body fought the restraints trying to escape from the merciless tickles. Clarissa only stopped when she could tell that Emily was badly out of breath, her chest heaving. "It looks like you are SO ticklish! And that's just your armpits!", Clarissa teased, no longer whispering in Emily's ear. As Emily attempted to catch her breath, her protests started again, "STOPPPPP! LET ME GOOOOOO!" "When we're done with you!" Clarissa teased back. Emily mumbled through the gag in response, "We?! Who are you? You sound like a little kid. Who else is there? Why are you doing this to meeeeeeee?", she whined while tossing around. Clarissa's fingers resumed tickling Emily's armpits and sides resulting in more howls of laughter and shrieks. Simultaneously, Clarissa answered her question. "You have been a bad girl and even making your feet smell on purpose, so you could use a little tickle punishment, don't you think?", Clarissa teased. "How... do you... know about...", Emily trailed off, overwhelmed by uncontrollable laughter and unable to finish her question as Clarissa's fingertips continued. Watching Clarissa tickle my naked little sister was surreal in a lot of ways. It was almost sweet that Clarissa had my back and was defending me against my sister's past bratty behavior that I had shared with her, but also slightly thrilling because Clarissa wanted her to be naked. Further, watching her tease and have complete control over Emily who normally always gets her way and also gets away with everything was very satisfying. After all, she would just wake up and think she had a very bizarre dream, I told myself. I walked around to the bottom of the table and in between both of Emily's legs and reached out two hands towards her feet and started lightly tickling the bottoms of them. Emily squealed loudly and started thrashing around more violently from the added tickling but I was distracted and surprised by how soft the bottoms of her feet were. Not as much as Clarissa's, but enough to remind me of what Clarissa had done to me with Mareva, making my clit twitch. At that instant, my eyes accidentally glanced in between Emily's legs, causing me to shiver from head to toe. Clarissa smiled at me, obviously pleased that I had joined in on the revenge fun with her against my little sister. Meeting her gaze was a welcome distraction from what I was previously looking at. However, a strange look and smile began to appear on her face as she was watching me and still tickling simultaneously. There was a glimmer in her blue sapphires, a slight look of lust, and the tiniest hint of a smile on the edge of her lips. My eyes started to go a little wide as I was observing her, and without looking away from me, her fingertips, still tickling, darted from Emily's armpits across her chest and on top of her nipples for a few seconds before going back to her armpits. Emily screamed into the gag from the combination of the unexpected nipple caresses and the ongoing tickling during and after, her toes also curling forward into my fingers as I was tickling them. My heart fluttered from the memory of my first "special" massage when Mareva first started tickling my nipples along with the observation that Clarissa wanted to actually sexually tease my little sister and not just tickle her for revenge. The wetness in between my legs was spreading, and I accidentally caught myself looking in between Emily's again. Once Emily's chest began heaving again from being out of breath, both Clarissa and I lifted our fingertips off of her soft skin to give her a break. "It looks like we found a new ticklish spot!", Clarissa said playfully to Emily, immediately before flicking both of her nipples lightly with two fingertips. Emily's whole body thrashed from the sensation, her nipples now both rock hard and pointing at the skylight, and she gulped for air before trying to respond through the gag, "Mmmmmmmmmph! I can't take any more tickling, pleeeeeeeeease!" Clarissa didn't respond to Emily's plea verbally. Instead, she put two fingertips back on Emily's nipples and started rubbing them continuously. As soon as they made contact, Emily's whole body twitched but finally settled down into place as the light rubs intensified. A deep sigh mixed with a light moan escaped from Emily's lips and into the gag as the rubbing continued. I found myself looking in between her legs again and saw her thigh muscles beginning to twitch. There was no doubt now that Clarissa was turning my little sister on with her touches, and if she was anything like me, it wouldn't be long before she was feeling those nipple caresses in between her legs, if she wasn't already. "How old are you?", Emily pleaded into the gag, apparently becoming more curious about her sexual tormenter as her body couldn't help but continue to react. "I'm almost 12!" Clarissa replied proudly, still rubbing her nipples, and continued, "How does this feel?" Emily moaned softly into the gag, prompting Clarissa to add, "That sounds like it's starting to feel good, doesn't it, helper?" Clarissa looked at me. I nodded in response and Clarissa teased, "My helper, another girl who was tickling your feet before, seems to agree, Emily!" "Oh godddd why are you doing this to meeeeeeeeee?", Emily whined, her squirming intensifying. While still rubbing Emily's nipples, Clarissa asked, "Hmmmm, OK Emily. Tell you what. If you really want it to stop, I will stop and let you go. Just say 'let me go', OK?" To my absolute surprise, Emily didn't immediately beg to be let go. Clarissa's kid fingers continued to dance on Emily's rock-hard nipples and my gaze again returned to her twitching thighs. My knees started to feel weak as I saw a glob of white ooze poking out of her tiny hole, along with a clear trail dripping down and out of her. Her clit was also poking outward and I could see it occasionally twitch in tandem with her thigh muscles. I knew I shouldn't be feeling wetness and a fire in between my own legs while staring intently at my little sister's pussy. I became sharply aware that I was having some extremely taboo ideas starting to cross my mind. "It feels so amazing, doesn't it?", Clarissa asked Emily, diverting my gaze back upward. Emily didn't respond, and I knew why. She was very stubborn, typically proud, and used to being in control of almost everyone and everything around her. Her current state of helplessness was surely novel to her, especially while being tickled, teased, and sexually pleasured by a girl three years younger than her and a mystery helper. There was no doubt she was feeling pleasure based on her body's physical reactions, but she wouldn't admit such a "defeat" without a fight. Luckily, Clarissa intelligently detected Emily's stubbornness and attempted to sidestep it. "Don't want to answer, huh? Tell you what, if you admit that it feels amazing, I will remove the gag over your mouth. What do you think?", Clarissa asked. At this moment, I truly wished that Emily's face wasn't obstructed by the blindfold so I could see her eyes. Obviously, that would be disastrous, but I was certain I would see a delicious look of confliction. "Fine...", Emily mumbled quietly and meekly, "It feels good. Get it off!" Clarissa giggled and replied, "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" She turned to me and added, "Helper, could you please help with that?" I nodded at Clarissa and walked from in between Emily's spread legs up to the top of the table and kneeled down to reach underneath where the knot was tied in place securing the gag. One quick pull and it was released, and with my other hand, I slipped a finger underneath the gag over Emily's mouth to lift it up and away from her, the back of my hand brushing her lips in the process. The feeling of my little sister's soft lips on the back of my hand caused the tiniest whimper to escape from my lips, prompting Clarissa to look at me. I covered my mouth with my hand to indicate my mistake and she smirked at me. I walked back around the other side of the table, positioned directly opposite from Clarissa. "That's better, right? So now that you can speak better, tell me, do you want more or do you want us to let you go?", Clarissa asked. Emily again remained silent, in another attempt at defiance. Clarissa pulled her fingers off of Emily's nipples, causing Emily to quietly whimper, most likely involuntarily. "We can always go back to tickling you...", Clarissa said matter-of-factly. "YOU WOULDN'T!", Emily surprised us both by almost screaming out, now with no gag to muffle her volume level. Clarissa and I looked at each other for a split second but afterward, I was distracted by another inadvertent observation. We were still wearing the same clothing we had been before disrobing in the strange room Bethany led us to, so Clarissa had the same light brown shorts on she had changed into earlier, except now there was a tiny darker spot visible on the front of them. I don't have a logical explanation for why this observation caused me to look back in between Emily's spread legs again, but I did, only to discover that she was even more slippery than the last time I peeked. Knowing that these two other pussies were burning from pleasure caused me to unload a huge glob of my own onto my already soaked panties that I could feel tightly clinging to my mound. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that this cute eleven-year-old made a hot mess out of my little sister, and that it was getting to me quite a lot. Clarissa dragged her fingers lightly across Emily's still-hard nipples once, prompting another small shriek out of her. "You never answered if you want more of that or not. And you know, it could be a lot worse", Clarissa teased. "Worse how?", Emily snapped back. Clarissa giggled and replied, "I could tell you that I would only touch them for you if you smell my foot the whole time, like you try and make your sister do to yours with your socks." "What the fuck?! NO!", Emily retorted almost angrily. Typical 14-year-old with the mouth of a sailor. "I said that I COULD, not that I WOULD", Clarissa replied playfully, ignoring Emily's anger and immediately giving her another five seconds of nipple rubbing before ceasing, causing another violent twitch from Emily's body. "Well, I guess if you don't want it, we will just have to let you go!", Clarissa added cheerily after receiving no response to her question. After a few more moments of silence, Clarissa looked up at me. I shrugged in response, wondering if we should be done with Emily after all. "Fine...", Emily spoke very quietly and disdainfully, causing us to both look back at her still-blindfolded face. "Fine what?", Clarissa asked with a sudden big smile, revealing her turquoise braces to me. "Do it more!", Emily commanded, her request giving me a thrill knowing that she wanted it. Clarissa's fingertips dropped back down on top of Emily's nipples and resumed the light rubs and caresses across both of them, re-stiffening them into little rocks within a few seconds. I stood watching the two of them and was increasingly fighting an urge to unbutton and unzip my shorts and slip a hand inside my panties at the same time. Clarissa's dark brown spot on her shorts was larger, and peering again, Emily had another white glob about to cross the threshold of her tiny pink hole, surrounded by increased amounts of her clear, slippery nectar all around. Her clit was again pointing outward, hungry for attention, but I was telling myself that while I was enjoying the view and her sexual torment which was bad enough, actually touching my little sister's pussy would be too wrong. After all, Clarissa might be reserving that for herself, at some point. I looked back up and Clarissa totally busted me looking in between Emily's legs. A small smile again appeared in the corner of her beautiful and supple pink lips. "Feels so good, huh Emily?", Clarissa teased. "Yessss...", Emily replied very quietly, almost sounding like her words were spoken by someone whose eyes were rolling back in their head. Clarissa, still slightly smirking in my direction, suddenly added, "Do you want my helper to make you cum at the same time?" My eyes felt like they bulged out of my head as my jaw dropped with my gaze still locked with Clarissa's. Her smile was even bigger, to the point that I could see her teeth and braces now, and she stuck her tongue out at me playfully. I couldn't believe what she had just suggested, never imagining that something like that would or could ever happen, especially being so wrong whether in a "dream" or not. And yet the taboo thoughts which crossed my mind earlier returned. Thoughts I had been so desperately trying to dismiss from my mind. Thoughts of pressing my face into my bratty little sister's gooey pussy and tasting that white blob before swallowing it. And then teaching her a hell of a lesson with my tongue. I felt more of my own nectar oozing out of me as these images raced through my mind. "Do it!", Emily commanded but with her voice cracking a little, still trying to maintain her facade of strength and control. I moved around back in between Emily's legs and dropped to my knees, my face directly in front of her spread, bare, and glistening pussy. Up close, I could see in greater detail how her tiny clit was twitching from Clarissa's constant nipple rubbing and I knew firsthand how desperate I was when this was done to me. I could feel heat radiating off of her burning pussy onto my face. Looking up, I saw Clarissa looking at me with wide eyes, seemingly now in disbelief herself at what was about to happen. I considered the fact that she assumed I would use fingers and not my tongue. I couldn't believe my face was close enough to feel the heat coming off of this teen pussy, as well as smell the effects of her intense horniness. I pressed my palms on both of her creamy smooth thighs, gripping them, and leaned my face forward with my tongue extending towards her little hole. My tongue landed directly on the gooey white blob it was aiming for, caressing it lightly along with the skin underneath it. Emily's entire body instantly shuddered from the contact in a place that should be forbidden to her big sister. The blob partially stuck to my tongue which was still extended, and as I pulled my face backwards, a gooey string formed and stayed connected between her pussy and the tip of my tongue. It only broke when I retreated, mostly falling down across my lower lip, chin, and the front of my shirt. Taking a second to taste the treasure I had just collected, the flavor gave me a terrible thrill unlike any I had ever experienced. I realized how badly my own pussy was burning, knowingly from the taste of my bratty little sister's horny body. I couldn't take it anymore. The desire encompassing my being was at such an extreme level as her taste lingered in my mouth. I wanted more. I needed more. Her little teen pussy needed to cum, and hard, and I wanted to savor every last drop of it. My face lurched forward with my tongue extended as it again poked against her tiny hole. Not long after, I dragged it lightly upwards, bringing more of her clear and white slipperiness along with it, eventually dragging over her protruding clit, covering it with a mix of my saliva and the secretions from below that my tongue had carried upward. Emily shrieked again as the newfound feeling of my wet tongue on her clit, combined with Clarissa tickling her nipples, surely ignited a new, hotter fire throughout her body. I couldn't believe I was doing this to another girl for the first time in my life, and that the girl was my little sister. Clarissa helping sexually torment her only made it hotter, especially knowing that her eleven-year-old pussy was soaked right along with ours. Much like the very first dream I had since arriving on this island, which felt too real to be a dream, this experience was no exception; it was as lucid as the journey Clarissa and I made trekking down here earlier. The feeling of Emily's silky smooth and rubbery clit against my tongue only intensified the throbbing in between my own legs, my clit increasingly desperate for the little licks and flicks I was giving out. It wasn't long before her false unaffected composure was destroyed as the pleasure began to overwhelm her horny body from the unstopping attention of a soft tongue and fingertips. She could no longer remain quiet and started releasing little moans which quickly turned into much louder, longer ones. Her head started raising up and coming back down, a little concerningly, considering the gag was no longer holding her head securely in place in the contoured cutout. Flick after flick of my tongue caressing over the little clit soon had her breathing almost as heavy as earlier when she was being tickled, along with her back starting to arch upwards in the air. She was getting very close now. I pressed my face closer to her burning pussy and increased the pressure on her swollen, throbbing clit from the strokes of my tongue. It wasn't long before her slick juices covered both of my cheeks, my chin, my lips, and the bottom of my nose. Her smell wafting up my nostrils only further enraged my own burning fire. She started to let out a very deep moan and I knew she was just a few tongue caresses away from her quickly building orgasm. My little sister was about to cum from my tongue. The thought drove me wild, and as I thought about her cumming, I had a wilder idea. Without stopping my licking, I pulled one hand off one of her thigh and extended a single fingertip below my face, letting it land directly on her puckered little butthole. It was already slick from the endless flood of her juices dribbling downward, so I spread a good amount of it around and then gave it the lightest slippery drags back and forth across it while increasing the speed of my tongue flicking across and over her clit. She shrieked from this new sensation which didn't even complete before turning into a desperate moan. Her hips gyrated increasingly against my face, my little sister trying desperately to fuck my tongue since she was on the bleeding edge. At that moment, I stopped dragging my fingertip across her butthole and instead placed it down right on top of the middle of it and applied the tiniest bit of inward pressure, while simultaneously beginning to furiously flick my tongue back and forth. It didn't take long for one of her moans to turn into a howl and then an almost full-on scream as her orgasm started to overpower her horny teen body. Her back was arched high in the air and looking higher up, Clarissa had her fingertips relentlessly dancing on Emily's aching, rock-hard nipples the entire time my face was buried in my little sister's burning pussy as the volcano began exploding all over me, gush after gush of her sweet cum oozing onto my face, shooting out at times even. Still looking up, her unrestrained head was bouncing up and down again, but luckily off the padded surface inside the massage table cutout. Her orgasm continued for what felt like almost a complete minute while my tongue and fingertip didn't relent their attack on her clit and butthole for a single second. Her thrashing all around and gyrations back and forth actually caused the tip of my finger to slide the tiniest bit inside her butthole, causing her to twitch even more. At one point, I felt her clit contractions on my tongue as I drenched it in my saliva. Near the very end of her orgasm, my face still pressed into her pussy with only my eyes visible, I saw her head pop up one last time, but my heart leaped when I noticed the blindfold was out of place and halfway up on one side, no doubt from the friction of the back of her head on the padded surface during her orgasm. Her single visible hazel eye darted around the room, likely attempting to focus, looked briefly at Clarissa and went wide, and then made contact with mine, still buried in between her legs with my tongue flicking her clit. Once I saw in her eyes that she recognized me, I immediately freaked out and backed up so hard that I fell over onto my behind. Standing up quickly, with Emily's single visible eye almost popping out of her head with her jaw almost dropped to the floor, I then reactively exclaimed, "Oh shit!", before turning to Clarissa, who was already looking at me with a horrified look on her face. "ERICA, WHAT THE FUCK?!", Emily screamed. "We gotta go!", I chirped at Clarissa. --- I blinked. Complete darkness again. But I knew what was coming this time. After a few moments, my head jerked backwards as Clarissa's bright blue eyes and angelic face appeared less than an inch in front of mine. Our foreheads had been previously touching before my reactionary movement. We both pushed ourselves slightly backwards using the arm handles in front of us and focused on each other's still very close faces. I whimpered uncontrollably as this movement resulted in my throbbing, naked labia making downward shifting contact against the smooth rubbery bumps that this apparatus we were seated on was forcing gravity to pull both of our pussies against. "Oh god, I need to cum so bad", I uttered out loud, without any forethought. I pushed my arms against the handles again to lift my waist backwards to look downward. The red rubbery surface was completely slick from my juices oozing out onto it for likely the entire time we were in our dream state. "I do too", Clarissa whimpered as I looked up suddenly after feeling her soft toes curling on the tops of my feet again, much like earlier when we first climbed into these seats and she realized that she could exert pressure to alter her position to create contact in between her legs. The feelings of the bottoms of her feet went straight to my protruding clit which was currently pressed between two of the red, slippery bumps. "Do those bumps feel really good to you too?", I asked. "Yessss", she replied softly as I felt her toes flexing on the tops of my feet again. It was clear what she was doing. "Do you want to try to cum like this now? Together?", I asked, as my eyes raised all the way back up and made direct contact with her blue sapphires again. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she stared directly back into mine, and a smile crossed her beautiful and smooth pink lips. "I thought you would never ask!", she exclaimed without hesitation. I couldn't help but smile at her exuberant reaction. I asked her, "Are the bumps on your side completely soaked from your pussy like the ones on my side are?" I felt her toes curl again as she pushed back and looked downward momentarily before falling back forward, her eyes meeting mine again. "SO wet, this must be from when we were dreaming?!", she inquired. My clit twitched again thinking about the red rubbery bumps on her side soaked from and grinding into her eleven-year-old pussy. "That's my guess too. I think everything we felt in the dream was actually happening here. Like when I was in Bethany's dream and woke up with that huge spot on my shorts", I replied. "So, if you cummed in that dream, you would have cummed for real next to me?", she quizzed. I answered, "I think the only reason I didn't is because Bethany purposely kicked me out right before I could." "That's mean", she retorted, "So... do you think your sister cummed for real since we made her in our dream?" I hesitated for a moment as my mind recalled Emily first seeing my face buried in between her legs finishing off her orgasm. "I'm afraid to find out, but I have a feeling that I will", I replied. I felt Clarissa's feet twitch on top of mine again. "Erica...", she whimpered. "I know, I need it really bad too. Let's try it, but I had an idea we could try", I replied, knowing what her preteen body was needing. "What idea?", she asked inquisitively. Looking back and forth between her piercing blue eyes and her supple rubbery kid lips, I reached downward and collected a glob of ooze from in between my legs, pushing backwards slightly to reach a hand in place to do so. Bringing my slippery fingertip back upwards, I held it close to her face so she could see it, and once she did, I started moving it slowly towards her pink lips. She watched in amazement as I slid and glided both sides of my gooey finger back and forth across both her upper and bottom lips. "Now you do the same to me, and we can start", I said, almost stuttering my words because of how hot the inferno in between my legs was burning. I felt her feet press down onto mine again as she lifted up and collected her own wet sample from below. As she slid back forward, a little moan escaped her mouth and I could feel her breath on my lips because of how close our faces were. Immediately after, I saw her sole index finger on her hand extended and heading towards my face. I kept my lips pressed closed together and stared into her dreamy eyes as she dragged her own prepubescent ooze back and forth, covering my mouth well, complete with a good-sized white gob of it which I felt slowly trickle down from my upper lip before resting on my bottom one. Without words, both of our lips parted at the same time and our tongues emerged slowly to sample the gifts we had provided each other. I guided mine towards where I felt the tiny white chunk of her goo was and made a point to touch the tip of my tongue to it, causing a string to form between the two, before bringing it back into my mouth. Clarissa's tongue was also back in her mouth and the look of lust in her eyes was indescribable as I felt the bottoms of her feet putting pressure on mine again. Our eyes still locked, we both gently grinded together against our rubbery pussy prisons while I tasted her for the second time and she tasted me for the first time. Her lips were still slick from my juices and I watched her tongue occasionally venture out again for more samples as both of us rocked back and forth gently, pushing the rubbery bumps against our raging clits. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered incessantly knowing that this little girl was tasting me while becoming increasingly desperate for sexual release. Our eyes darted back and forth between each other's eyes and shiny lips, our faces still only about an inch apart, both of us breathing harder and exhaling onto the other's face as the pleasure was building and our heart rates were steadily increasing. I wanted this beautiful blonde angel with every fiber of my being as I stared into her stunning eyes and felt her hot breath on my face as I watched the lust and pleasure continue to build. Eventually, little moans escaped from her mouth, combined with deep exhales, which also wafted across my face and wet lips. We were both grinding faster now; the bumps my clit was gliding across causing blinding waves of pleasure, intensified by seeing the same waves coursing across Clarissa's expression, her eyes halfway closing at times from the overwhelming feeling burning in between her kid thighs. I let out a moan which turned into a tiny whimper as a rush of pleasure hit me exactly as I watched her little pink tongue collect more of my pussy off of her bottom lip. Not long after, she expressed a small whimper of her own while I felt her silky soft toes curl again harshly against the tops of my feet. Her eyes started darting quickly back and forth between my eyes and my lips, and a deep look of intense lust built in her gaze towards me. Her expression was so piercing and strong that it actually surprised me and I felt my eyes go a little wide. Unfazed, her eyes continued bouncing back and forth, while her supple little lips parted ever so slightly, just an inch in front of my face. Her head began moving ever so slowly towards mine, her eyes begging me. My face moved forward as I was still grinding into the rubber bumps, tilted my head to the side, and pressed my wet, slightly parted lips gently against hers, our sex juices now intermingling as our open mouths connected. My whole body shivered uncontrollably as I was completely overwhelmed by the unexpected intense feeling of my first kiss with this preteen angel who was as desperately horny as I was. They were so rubbery, supple, and smooth that my mind instantly connected that feeling with the rubbery bumps in between my legs, and I imagined it was her lips dragging over my labia and throbbing clit. I couldn't take it anymore and my tongue found its way leading out of my mouth and into hers, finding hers also searching for mine. The instant our tongues touched, I released a deep, uncontrollable moan into her mouth, which resulted in her pushing her face into mine, connecting our lips deeply, and our tongues began darting back and forth against each other's while our lips continued sliding together. It wasn't long before her own moans and hot breath were escaping back into my mouth as we continued kissing while grinding our burning pussies into the soaked rubber bumps that were getting closer and closer to sending us both over the edge. I needed to cum so badly, and the thought of doing it while kissing Clarissa was overwhelming every sense in my body with indescribable pleasure and lust. It was my first kiss with a girl, much less with a kid, but I knew that we were both going to have the most amazing, powerful orgasms together with our eyes closed and lips and tongues interlocked. I felt Clarissa's face move backwards, breaking our kiss. Surprised, I opened my eyes and saw her blue sapphires staring directly into mine, still dripping with piercing lust, but also slightly watery. "I love you, Erica", she whispered softly out of her saliva and pussy slickened lips. "I love you too, Clarissa", I replied back to her, my heart fluttering wildly from so many overwhelming feelings. She closed her eyes and leaned her face forward again and I immediately mimicked her, our supple lips and tongues finding each other's with ease as we resumed our deep, passionate kiss. My heels were digging into the stone cutouts for my feet increasingly hard as I was desperately pushing spread legs forward into the tantalizing rubber bumps while feeling Clarissa's feet performing the same efforts on the tops of mine. We almost simultaneously let out a deep moan into each other's mouths as our tongues reconnected, and continued kissing and grinding for close to a minute. At that point, I could feel the bottoms of her feet shaking on the tops of my own and I knew her little pussy was about to explode, as was mine. Without warning, I felt her face fall harder into mine, her tongue pushing deeply in my mouth, and both of her arms wrapping around the back of my head in a frantic death grip as she shook violently, letting out an almost inhuman-sounding moan into my mouth. I could feel her hips and whole body thrashing around while her soles and toes curled and brushed against the tops of both of my feet as she repeatedly slammed her cumming pussy into the soft rubber bumps which were pleasuring her aching clit. Hearing and feeling her explode sent me over the edge as well, and I did my best to remain kissing and tasting her young tongue and lips as best as I could as my whole body jolted fervently, causing me to fall hard into her face. Our soft lips pressing together during our overwhelmingly intense and very overdue orgasms was nothing short of mind shattering as we twitched, thrashed, moaned, and squirted together. I felt my juices dripping down my thighs and legs as I kept pushing while so many waves of pleasure flowed through me. Clarissa's slender arms slowly released their tight lock around the back of my head and I felt her attempting to push herself backwards, her angelic face breaking its connection with my lips. Her bright blue eyes once again made contact with mine and the most adorable little smile began to spread across her still-slick lips. "Oh... my... god...", she trailed off, still breathing incredibly hard. "Yeah, I know what you mean. That was...", I replied. "SOOOOOOOO amazing", she interrupted softly, completing my sentence. "I don't even know if I have the strength to get up", I said with a little laugh, mostly joking but also somewhat serious, due the extended muscle workout I had just enjoyed in tandem with this beautiful kid. I pushed myself backwards using the horizontal rods as handles and tried to lift my right foot out of its stone cutout. Clarissa, feeling my foot trying to lift, also raised hers out of the way so mine could escape from underneath it. With one foot now back on the stone floor, I attempted to stand and swing my other leg up and around the seat I had been occupying. My leg muscles were wobbly, but I eventually managed to stand completely upright, steadying myself for a few moments using one of the handles until my muscles adjusted. Shortly after, I helped Clarissa climb out as well. We stood in front of each other, both still naked; our pussies, thighs, and upper legs still slick with the juices from our mind-blowing orgasms. A smile spread across her beautiful face and I once again saw her turquoise braces flashing me, and she took a few steps towards me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. I nestled my chin into the top of her head and hugged her back, feeling so close to this little angel in ways that I had no words to describe. I meant what I had said to her earlier, though. == *BEEP BEEP* == My head raised up off the top of Clarissa's and we both released each other from our embraces. "Yikes, that's my text reminder. Someone must have sent me messages a while ago but we were a little busy obviously", I said with a giggle. "Oh yeah, go check in case it's my mom or something!", Clarissa encouraged. I walked barefoot and naked a few steps across the stone floor over to the table where all of our clothes had been placed while disrobing earlier. I fetched my phone out of the pocket of my shorts and looked at the notifications. == Emily - 4 unread messages == --- Chapter 7 coming soon! Comments, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all welcome.