Taboo Times Ten(11)

Whenever we had sex, she always got shy and nervous after she had a climax or two. It was as if she was embarrassed at what we'd done, but only had the presence of mind to realize it after she came a couple of times.

Girls.

But this time, she said to me, “Patty wants you to fuck her, too. She's all excited about it.”

I just looked down at my kid sister.

“Margie!” I said, shocked. “You told her? This is supposed to be a huge secret, what we're doing. It's worse than sex-it's incest.”

My little 4th-grade sister just shrugged.

“I was rubbing her pussy that night I stayed over, making her come, and it just sort of slipped out,” she admitted, finally getting up. “As soon as I told her, I knew I shouldn't have, but it got her crazy.”

I just shook my head.

Her best friend, Patty, was a really cute little 10-year-old in the 4th grade as well, with long dark hair and a spectacularly round-looking butt for such a youngster. It didn't surprise me that Margie was fingerfucking her, making the other girl come, because my kid sister was excited by anything that had to do with sex.

She just couldn't get enough of it.

“Patty wants me to fuck her?” I asked. “She said that?”

Margie nodded, then used a soiled pair of our mom's panties to wipe her pussy and the crack of her butt clean. After, she started pulling on her own clean underpants, then lightweight shorts and a top that we'd already washed.

“Mom said Patty can stay over tomorrow night, since it'll be Friday,” Margie said, as if she'd already planned it all. “She'll come home with me after school. Then we'll have a few hours before mom or dad get home.”

I studied my sister for a moment, amazed as always at her true nature.

Margie looked like the most innocent little girl in the entire neighborhood, at 4'6” and 79 pounds a sweet flawless angel who seemed both too naive and far too young to have the baser sexual urges she always had.

The ones that caused her to enjoy fucking so much.

“Are you gonna join us?” I asked, knowing the answer. “While I'm fucking her?”

Margie gave me a surprised look.

“I told Patty I'd lick her, to get her pussy ready,” she told me. “You're going to love her pussy-she gets crazy wet and excited. She comes like you can't believe and she's dying for you to fuck her…”

“You had me at 'pussy.'

“Funny,” she said. “And I saw that movie on TV, too.”

I started pulling my clothes on.

Then I froze, still in only my tee-shirt, and had my great thought, the one that soon became the Student Sex Club. I looked to my kid sister, studying her so thoughtfully that she finally asked, “What? Justin, what are you thinking?”

And I reached out and took her small hand in mine, which surprised her.

“Margie,” I said, seriously. “If my dick got hard again, right away, could I fuck you again?”

She looked into my own blue eyes, just as seriously, clearly trying to fathom what I was up to. But she nodded, eagerly, it seemed. And she slid her free hand down into the front of her shorts, giving her bare pussy a quick squeeze that made her smile crookedly.

“Yes, yes and yes,” she told me. “I always want to. You know that. And I'm still all wet.”

I nodded, then released her hand so I could pace in a small circle, my preferred way of thinking things out. She watched me with open curiosity, her eyes widening when I stopped back directly in front of her.

“Should I pull down my shorts?” she asked, her need for further sexual relief obvious in her voice. “Do you want to screw me doggy-style? I always like it like that. Or you can get some Vaseline and put it in my butthole…”

“Keep your pants on,” I told her. “But I like your thinking. What if…?”

And I stopped, working it out in my head.

It was so obvious, a solution to my kid sister's never-ending sexual urges and a way to make us both a little bit of money. Plus, I could get more than just Margie and Patty to fuck for me.

My idea involved many girls.

“What if what…?!” she was dying to know. “Come on, Justin, do you want to fuck me again or not?”

I glanced at the pile of dirty clothes, the residue of our recent coupling still evident. If we wanted to get those protein stains out of them, we needed to get everything into the washer right away.

Like drying egg yolks on a plate, cum required a lot of quick attention.

“Laundry first,” I told her. “Then I'll fuck you again. But, Margie, if there were, say, five boys here instead of just me, would you let all five of us fuck you? Like, one after another?”

Margie just stared at me, the thought of it, the image of it all, running through her nimble little 4th-grader's mind. Like me, she'd intently watched, bright-eyed with open fascination, all the gangbang videos we found on the Internet.