Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2016 20:22:42 -0400 From: Full Name Subject: TS "The Fourth Sister (Part 2)" First, a heads up: For Part Two of Mandy's story to make sense, I had to make major revisions to Part One. My advice would be to read it again before you continue. And most definitely read Part One, if you haven't already. In this part, I add details to Mandy's life after Mr. Rogers fucked her. Also, I wanted to expand the character of Suzy and her relationship with Mandy. I didn't intend to give Suzy's character as big of a role when I wrote the original version of Part One, but after I read back over it for the hundredth time, I realized I really like Suzy at lot, and she's a major player in Part Two. I welcome and encourage feedback of all kinds, and I happily respond to all emails: pinkpumps1@excite.com Here goes ... The Fourth Sister Part Two By Pink Pumps Chapter 1 – Suzy Gets Pissed It had been over a month since Mr. Rogers fucked me, but I had seen him several times in the field when we drove by – shirtless, tan, sweating. I always smiled and nearly waved my arms and hands off at him. I wanted him to understand that I soooo wanted to come back to his house. But as for today, Sweet Suzy and I were lying naked in the meadow again after another intense lovefest at the spring – sundresses tossed aside; sun-bleached, wind-blown blond hair in tangled messes (so sexy!). I was telling her again, in great detail, about having my poop-chute pounded by Mr. Rogers; about how he filled me with his cum; about how I squeaked and squealed when his orgasm made my tiny peepee tingle. "Did you squirt?" ask Suzy. "No," I said. "I still can't yet." "But I tasted something this morning!" she replied. "It wasn't much, but it was salty and nice. I thought for sure you'd squirted." What she was tasting were my first few drops of precum, but neither of us knew it. "I probably won't have a wet cum for a couple of years," I sighed. "Well, as long as I can make you have a dry orgasm, I can live with it," Suzy laughed. How much better could a sister be? Suzy and I love our big sisters Mary Beth and Alice very much, but what we share is different in so many ways – especially since we're often left alone together and look so much alike, even when I had to be Andy. "You know, sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I see Mandy looking back," Suzy said, and she was being serious. My little peeny went to full staff just hearing her say I looked like her. What a dream come true. Then she giggled and added, "My boobies aren't much bigger than yours. All I have are titty bumps, but our nipples are both like little pink dimes. Maybe I could loan you one of my old training bras. Maybe we could stuff it with something. At least you wouldn't look like a flat-chested seven-year-old girl." Suzy was an AAA cup, as I said in Part One, and if I could pick perfect titties, I'd pick Suzy's; even over Mary Beth's 34Bs or Alice's 32As, and both sets were scrumptious! "What about our asses?" I asked, already pretty much knowing how she'd respond. Suzy squealed, "They're as plump and ripe as Daddy's tomatoes!" That made us both laugh, and we really did have killer asses. Mine was a little smaller because of the age difference of course, but if not for that, it was identical to Suzy's. "I wonder if we could trick Mr. Rogers into thinking I was you?" she asked. "Maybe if we were dressed," I said. "You're a little taller than me, but he might not notice that. How would we ever explain that sweet slit between your legs and what's between mine? He's seen us both bare-assed at the spring. We couldn't pull it off naked, that's for sure." We were silent for awhile; both thinking about my being plowed by Mr. Rogers and loving it so much. Finally, Suzy asked, "Did it hurt?" I had told her over and over how great it felt, but I'd left out the pain part on purpose. The last thing I wanted was for Suzy to fear getting fucked for the first time. She slid closer, looping a leg and arm over me, her naked pussy rubbing my equally naked tummy. Just the touch of her skin against mine is electrifying. "You just can't believe how bad it hurt at first," I finally admitted. "I really thought I'd been split in two. His cock is huge! But after I relaxed and he got it all the way in, it felt soooo good and I came so fast!" "Do you think it'll hurt me as much my first time?" I thought about that for a second, then joked, "Ummm, I don't have a pussy! So how the hell would I know?" I unwound from her and moved down between her legs to her sweet hole, now dripping wet from my vivid description of having my pooper hammered by a massive cock. I kissed the puffy lips, tasted her love juice, then inserted a middle finger up to her intact hymen. "You have this," I said of the thin wall of skin. All I knew about her cherry was that it indicated her virginity. "You know Mary Beth wants you and Alice to be virgins for awhile." "Well," she huffed, "you got fucked, so why I can't I?" I moved back up, wrapped my arms around her and said, "No matter how much we want to be the same, we're not." That's pretty deep thinking for a 10 year old, right? I thought so, but Suzy didn't. Not at all. After all the times we got testy with each other during our very physical basketball games; after all the spats siblings normally have; after everything we'd been through together with Daddy off and fighting during World War II, I'd never seen Suzy so pissed. Even worse, so hurt. She got up, stood over me and actually slapped me! Hard! "If you ever say anything like that again, I'll beat the hell out of you!" she screamed. "I'm two years older than you, and I can still kick your ass! Do you hear me?" Not only did I hear her, I knew she could. And I was too shaken to ask why she was yelling at me, but she was about to tell me in words I'd understand. "You're NOT my brother anymore. You're Mandy to Mary Beth and Alice now; and ESPECIALLY to ME!" Her rage turned to tears. "You're not JUST my sister! You're not JUST my twin!" she sobbed. "Dammit, you ARE me! I am YOU! Just look in the mirror! Who do you see? You see Mandy! You do! You know you do! Don't you see ME in the mirror, too?" In a whisper, she said, "Why can't you accept Mandy as much I have? Why can't you just let me into Mandy's heart as much as I've let her into mine? Why?" Those were the kinds of words I'd wanted to hear from Suzy since the first time I put on Mary Beth's old party dress – a confirmation of Mandy, if you will – but I felt so guilty that I had to piss her off and hurt her to understand how much she loved me as Mandy. And how much Mandy loved Suzy; how the love was so different between us now. "Thank you," I managed to say. "For WHAT?" she asked as she wiped her eyes with the hem of one of the dresses, still furious. "You're thanking me for being so pissed off I slapped you? For saying I'd kick your ass? I can, you know." But she wasn't finished. Not by a long shot! "Andy is gone!" she was screaming. "Andy died the first time I saw you in Mary Beth's dress!" And right then, I really did wish I was dead. "Dressing like me is not a game or a joke anymore, damn you! Please just be Mandy! Please! I can't take Andy back now. I love Mandy too much. I can't replace Mandy with Andy. Ever." She was sobbing again; actually shivering, even as hot as it was. It broke my heart to finally understand how she felt about us and not realize it; how the morph from Andy to Mandy was not just make believe. It was so real for her. Why was I just beginning to understand how real Mandy was for me, too? Why hadn't I seen the change in her – the happiness in her – when she was with Mandy? "That's not what I meant at all, but I appreciate that my ass is still in one piece after that chewing. Thank you for making me see I'll always be Mandy to you. I've never wanted to be Mandy more than I do right now." "You're welcome, asshole!" she sniffled, but with a little bit of a giggle. "Now that I've scared the shit out of us both, will you get back to my pussy and finish what you started? Please, Mandy? I love you so much." I never get tired of telling you just how tasty Suzy is, and how much I love her right back. After giving Sweet Suzy a screaming orgasm, I helped her to her feet and kissed her. I told her it had almost killed me to make her cry; that I loved being Mandy. I just had to figure out a way to always be Mandy. More for Suzy than me. And I really, really wanted to be Mandy. "Stay naked," I said. "But we better take the dresses with us." "Where are we going?" she asked. "Can't you guess?" I giggled. Chapter 2 – Knock, Knock, Knocking On Mr. Rogers' Door Holding hands, Suzy and I headed through the woods to Mr. Rogers' house. When we got there, we stepped onto his back porch and I knocked on the door. He answered quickly – fully dressed this time – and was obviously shocked by what stood before him. What he saw were two very naked, very tan (all over tans, as you know), blue-eyed preteens with long, wind-blown blond hair. "Mandy? Suzy?" he said. "I'm speechless. I don't know what to say." "Well, for starters," Suzy said, "maybe you should tell us to come inside." He ushered us to his den and we all sat on the couch where my fun began a month earlier. My two inches were at full staff again and I could see Suzy's wet pussy shinning. "I've never had a more pleasant surprise," Mr. Rogers said. "I still don't know what to say. But I do have a question: Which one of you is the creamPUFF, and which is the creamPIE?" That was enough to make us all laugh and loosen up a little. At least we knew he wasn't going to kick us out. "Suzy wants to see your big dick," I said. "Will you show it to her? Mr. Rogers got off the couch and dropped his jeans and tighty-whites. Seeing us in our naked finest had made him hard and his eight delicious inches were on display. "Totally naked," I said. "We're both bare-assed, so you have to show Suzy everything. But promise you won't try to fuck her. Not for a few years, anyway. Promise us." He promised, shucked off his shirt and Suzy quickly dropped to her knees and took his cock into her little hand. What a sight! My 12-year-old sister holding her first grown-man's cock. She stroked it a bit and giggled, "It's bigger than yours, dear Mandy!" "Tell me something I don't know!" I laughed. Suzy began to suck his log and Mr. Rogers started to shake uncontrollably. "Wait! Don't cum yet! Do you still have the school girl's stuff?" I asked. "I'll put it on if you do." Mr. Rogers reluctantly pulled away from my sister, then said, "I prayed you'd come back, Mandy, but I never dreamed you'd bring Suzy. "Suzy, honey, would you like to wear the schoolgirl clothes? I'd love see you in them," he added. "Of course!" she said. "I'd love to wear what Mandy got fucked in!" He went to the closet where the projection equipment was stored and brought out the schoolgirl outfit and a large box. He handed me the box and said, "As for what you'll wear, Mandy, go to the bathroom and look inside. "Suzy, please stay here and dress. I think we'll be in for a real treat when we see Mandy wearing what I bought her. And if you're looking for panties in what I just gave you, you won't find any." "Mr. Rogers," Suzy said. "When I wear dresses with Mandy, we NEVER have panties on!" I dashed off to the bathroom and ripped open the box. Inside was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen! A French maid's uniform – black silk; full, fluffy white petticoats; white apron; tight black corset (not that I had anything to put in the cups); black fishnet stockings, a black-lace garterbelt; a tiny starched white cap, and the tallest black pumps I'd ever seen! Five inches! I put the outfit on as fast as I could. I'll admit I struggled a little with the garterbelt, but final got it on and snapped the straps to my stockings. The way the straps tugged at my hose was so fucking exciting. I never lost my stiffy. I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but notice that if I didn't stand straight up, I'd expose everything under the ultra-short skirt and billowing petticoats. I giggled to myself and made a promise that I'd stand straight as little as possible. (And just in case you're wondering, when I looked in the mirror, Sweet Suzy was looking back. Holy crap! We are he same!) I wobbled in my first real stilettos, but I loved the way they clicked and clacked on the hardwood floor. Chapter 3 – I Get Fucked. Mr. Rogers Eats. I walked as well as I could back into the den and saw both Mr. Rogers and Suzy on the couch. She was straddling him; they were face to face; her back to me. All I could tell for sure was that he had her blouse open and was sucking on one of her beautiful AAAs; a hand feeling the other. But I knew she was pantyless and his cock HAD to to be touching her near her virgin pussy, but I hoped not actually in it. "We're not fucking, Mandy!" he said quickly. "I'm just rubbing the head of my cock on Suzy's pussy. I promise I won't penetrate her. I just want to use her pussy juice to get nice and slick for you, baby." Suzy turned to face me and saw what I was wearing for the first time. "Holy shit, Mandy!" she squealed. "You are so HOT! After you get fucked, I get to be the French maid and you get to be the school girl again. Promise me!" "Promise. But Suzy, if I see you in this, I may actually die," I said. Mr. Rogers took us both by the hand, led us to his bedroom, and the three of us laid down on his bed. Adjusting the full petticoats under me was difficult, but I was getting fucked as a 10-year-old French maid no matter what. "Let's try this," Mr. Rogers said. "I'm going to stay on my back. Mandy, you sit on my cock. Suzy, you face her and sit on my face. I want my cock in Mandy and my tongue in Suzy." With Suzy's pussy juice smeared on his pole, he got it all the way in to the hilt on the first try! I began moving up and down; the feel of a huge cock sliding in and out of my pooper – knowing a part of my Sweet Suzy was one it – was so damn fine. Suzy had thrown her head back, hair flailing, as she humped Mr. Rogers' face. How could this be better? My Sweet Suzy and I manged to get control of ourselves enough to warp our arms around each other and kiss. I found her clitty; she found my peeny. It didn't take long for Mr. Rogers to spasm and fill me with his cum. Suzy screamed as she orgasmed. My peeny and pooper tingled as a dry cum overtook me. Just think about that. The three of us came at almost the same time! We rested a bit, then Suzy and I swapped clothes. Looking at her in the French maid's uniform really did make me feel faint. And stiff. I don't know how much Mr. Rogers paid for my outfit, but he was buying another one for Suzy. When he saw the two of us wearing French maids' uniforms I had to wonder if he could keep from cumming in his pants. This time, I was on all fours with my tiny ass in the air, my poop-chute totally open and exposed; my face buried in Suzy's cunt. Mr. Rogers began pounding me from behind while I feasted on Suzy's pussy. All of us came again, and I felt a little moisture on the head of my peepee. I was getting there, wasn't I? I had so much of Mr. Rogers' sperm in me now I had to roll up some tissue and stuff it into my gaping pootie-hole to keep it from running down my legs! We rested a bit, then Suzy and I stripped, put our sundresses back on, and headed for the spring to rinse off. And so I could also retrieve Andy's clothes. For the last time? I could hope, couldn't I? Final Chapter – Andy Doesn't Live Here Anymore The sun was setting as we were making our way back home from the spring. Suzy's words about Andy being gone, and what Mandy meant to her were still ringing in my head. So I decided my life as Andy really was over, and living as Mandy was the only way I could be totally happy. Just as importantly, it was what made Suzy happy. But how would we ever tell Mommy and Daddy? Even a symbiotic rleationship like Suzy and me as Mandy had now was difficult to explain; you have to live it. The first thing we did when we got home was tell our wonderful big sisters about what was happening between Suzy and Mandy. Thanks to May Beth and Alice, at least telling Mommy and Daddy about me was taken care of. The big sisters would tell them. How my parents would react? Well ... The next day, Mary Beth and Alice sat Mommy and Daddy down in our living room and told them the story of Mandy and how much they, especially Suzy, loved me as Mandy. They talked about Andy being gone for good – he wasn't coming back; he couldn't come back – and how they were so happy to have Mandy instead. They also tried to explain Suzy's feelings, and how she saw so much herself in Mandy. I don't know if they succeeded in explaining it but Mary Beth, Alice and Mommy cried during that part. Mommy and Daddy were obviously confused by this – it was sensory overload, after all. And I'm certain they wondered where Suzy and I were at the moment, but we were close by. The conversation lasted for a couple of hours, and the more Mary Beth and Alice talked, the more accepting Mommy and Daddy became. I still don't know if they really understood at the time, but they accepted. "So when can we see Mandy?" Mommy asked. Suzy and I had been in the hallway, listening intently, and had remained deathly silent through it all. But it was now time for Mandy to make her appearance before Mommy and Daddy. Sweet Suzy and I walked into the living room holding hands. We were barefoot and wearing identical mid-thigh-length white sundresses with yellow trim that once belonged to Mary Beth and Alice. Mommy and Daddy had bought the dresses for Mary Beth and Alice to wear to a summer cookout. Suzy had grown in to Mary Beth's, and I into Alice's. Both of us had yellow and white ribbons in our hair. Our wildly curly blond locks framed our faces; our bronze tans glowed against the white dresses. No shit. I'm not joking about that. Let's just say Suzy and I finally nailed the twin-sister look, despite a little difference in height. You get to guess if we had on panties. Mommy and Daddy would never know. But I will say this: My little peeny was at attention and Suzy's pussy was leaking. All of us were silent for awhile, then Daddy spoke up: "My new daughter Mandy is beautiful." Mommy added, "It's so nice for Suzy to have a twin, too. I know how much you two love playing together." Ooooh! They had NO IDEA how much Sweet Suzy and I loved playing together! Most importantly, I was finally and completely Mandy – The Fourth Sister.