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OK, here’s the next and last part (so far).

It was Saturday and Dad was home, watching a game on TV. Jen had promised us a feast of corn and burgers, bringing home the recipe from the fabulous hamburgers that they served up at the local truck stop. She sent me outside to go get some corn. I sort of grumbled, but she pointed out that she was busy with the burgers. With a sigh I tugged on my heavy rubber boots and slogged my way through the field muddy from the rains the night before.

I plucked half a dozen ears fresh from the stalks and returned to the kitchen. I set to work, shucking off the husks.

“You need any help in there?” Daddy called out from the living room.

“We got it, you just relax,” Jen replied, looking through the opening in the wall between the kitchen counter and the living room.

Daddy toasted her with a raise of his beer can and returned his attention to the game. Jen passed behind me as I worked on the corn, carefully peeling off all those little stringy tassels. Her hands brushed across my rump, giving my cheek a quick squeeze through the cloth of my sweat pants. I giggled and slowly swiveled my hips into her touch.

Jen picked up one of the finished ears of corn, still warm and toasty from the afternoon sun. Looking at it thoughtfully, she set it down on the counter and stepped over to the fridge. Returning with a stick of butter, she started to rub the butter all over the ear of corn.

“You have to boil the corn before we can eat it,” I informed her, shaking my head. Sometimes Jen did the silliest things.

“Oh, I think you’re going to like this just the way it is,” she replied and laughed. Her hand found its way back to the waistband of my sweat pants. She started to tug them down.

“What are you doing?” I hissed in surprise, my eyes going wide in panic as I grabbed to hold them up. I nodded my head in the direction of the living room, where Daddy sat in plain sight, cheering on the game.

“He can’t see past the counter,” Jen whispered in my ear, as if that made it all alright.

“Stop it!” I hissed again in desperation as she insistently gave another tug.

“Hush!” she whispered in tense reply. “Besides, this is payback for almost getting us caught the other night when we were all watching TV.”

I groaned, knowing she had me dead to rights. “If we get caught...” I warned her, not really knowing what I would do if that happened.

Jen responded by digging the tip of her tongue into my ear. There wasn’t much that got me juicy faster than my older sister’s oral attention on my ears, so I groaned quietly again and let go of the waistband of my sweat pants.

“Slut,” Jen whispered with a grin and then she tugged my sweatpants down to my thighs. She gave a muffled giggle as she discovered I wasn’t even wearing panties. Jen picked up the ear of corn, skimming her hand up and down its length and giving it a uniform coating of wet, melting butter.

“What are you...” I started to ask. But Jen slid the slippery ear of corn between my naked thighs and suddenly it all became very clear. My eyes went wide and I shook my head in panic. “Jen, NO!” I whispered frantically.

“What are you two whispering on about in there?” Daddy inquired from the living room. He wasn't mad or anything, but just like to know what secrets us girls had.

“Nothing, Daddy,” Jen replied in a sweet sing-song voice. “Just a little disagreement about where the corn on the cob should go. We’ll get it sorted out. You want another beer?” Daddy pondered this for a moment and then decided he was good as is.

Jen brought the ear of corn back between my thighs, sliding slowly upward. “Oh god,” I moaned very quietly under my breath, trying to remember how big that ear of corn had been. It’s not exactly the sort of thing you notice when it’s just headed for your plate. But if it’s about to... well, you know, get stuffed somewhere, suddenly size is a little more important.

I felt the tip of the corn nose its way into my pussy. I rose up on my toes as I felt it stretch me open. Jen slowly twisted it back and forth and I could feel the butter mixing with my pussy juices to make it nice and slippery. I moaned as Jen pushed it deeper. Daddy sighed and turned up the sound on the TV just a bit, apparently irritated by the disturbance to his game.

“You like it?” Jen whispered in my ear as several inches of the corn ear pushed up into my pussy. I ground my teeth, thinking it was a really stupid question. I mean she was fucking me with an ear of corn, and if Daddy happened to catch us, I couldn’t even imagine the hell that would explode. I nodded, feeling my heart pounding frantically with excitement.

I made a little squealing noise as Jen stuffed the corn in deeper. I felt her fist press up against my pussy lips as she held onto the bottom of the ear. I looked over at the other ears of corn on the counter, trying to see their size. They were well over two inches in diameter and about ten inches long. Jen had her fist wrapped around the bottom several inches, but still, that was a whole lot of corn to stuff into my tight little pussy.

“Oh my god,” she whispered in a quiet chuckle. “You are so totally fucked right now!” I could feel the ear of corn stretching me wide open as she slowly twisted it left and right. I swear I could feel the bump of every kernel as my pussy gripped it tight. Then Jen slowly pulled the ear back out, not all the way, but so that just the very end was still inside me. She dragged the rounded tip up and down my juicy little slit and I rolled my hips in a circle to let her know how good it felt.

I saw Jen lick her finger and then slip it down inside her shorts. She closed her eyes, slowly swaying her hips as she played with herself. Then she pushed the corn all the way back into my pussy. I bucked my hips as she did that, helping her stuff it in. Then she started to fuck me, stuffing the ear of corn in and out of my cunt. There. I said it. Cunt. It’s always seemed like such a nasty word. Pussy is nicer. But you know, when you’re really getting fucked by something that’s as big as you can take it, then the word cunt just seems to be the perfect naughty fit.

It didn’t take too awful long before I started getting all squirmy. I grabbed onto the counter for support and pushed back with my rear. Jen was really giving it to me, and there was this wet slurping sound as she fucked me in and out.

Daddy turned around with a confused look on his face. “You hear something weird?” he asked. Jen and I froze. I shook my head and Jen gave him a shrug. He looked around from his chair and then also shrugged. He turned the volume up a couple of more clicks and went back to watching his game. I could feel myself blushing bright red with embarrassment, and Jen was bright red too. She held off for a moment and then went back to fucking me, but slower this time so that it didn’t make quite so much noise.

I could feel my thighs start to quiver. Jen saw it too and pushed the corn in deep. I bit my lower lip so hard I thought it might start bleeding, but I managed to choke back the scream that wanted to come out. My knees went all wobbly but I managed to stay standing as I started to cum really hard. I saw Jen’s hips start to twitch as she closed her eyes and probably dug her fingers deep into her wet little pussy inside her shorts. I thought I would never stop cumming, because my hips just kept bucking back and forth and back and forth. Then finally I was just panting for breath and looking at my sister Jen with great big wide eyes because I was so thankful for how good she made me feel.

So we didn’t even get caught or anything. Jen and I finished up making dinner. It wasn’t until we were all eating that I noticed that we had six ears of corn on the table, which was exactly how many I had picked. My heart started to pound as I realized that one of the ears was “special”, but I couldn’t tell which one. I blushed really red again. When Daddy wasn’t looking I asked Jen “which one is it?” without actually saying the words out loud. My older sister simply smiled and gave me a shrug. I mean, we boiled the corn in water before we served it, but still, there was the thought that one of us would get the special pussy corn. I don’t know who ended up with it, but Daddy did compliment us and said that it was a very fine meal.

Well, that’s kind of the end of my story, because that’s about all that Jen and I have done so far. It is her 21st birthday coming up, so it would be cool to do something really special with her. If anyone has any ideas that we should try, post it let me know, and maybe if it isn’t too weird I’ll see if I can make it happen and then add more to my story.

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Wow that was really hot and got me hard picturing it can't wait for more stories from you

 

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Hey guys. It’s been a while but I got some more stuff to add to my story. Like I told you last time, Jen’s birthday was coming up and I was racking my brain trying to come up with something good to get her that I could afford too. And I just wasn’t coming up with anything good. Then I came up with what I thought was a pretty good idea.

Jen’s birthday was last Saturday, so we all got to sleep in because she and Dad both had the day off. But I still woke her up early that morning by crawling into her bed. She woke up all sleepy, rubbing her eyes and looking at me half-awake. “Happy Birthday!” I whispered, so we wouldn’t wake up Daddy. “I got you a present,” I said, looking at her kind of shy and hoping she wouldn’t tell me my idea was stupid.

“What did you get me, Nats?” she kind of mumbled, not yet really awake.

I sat up on her bed on my knees and stuck one of those stick-on bows you put on presents on my tee-shirt that I slept in. I grinned. “I got you me.”

“What?” Jen said, rubbing her eyes.

“I’m your present,” I told her. “You can do anything you want with me. For the whole entire day.”

Well that got her awake. “Ummm...” she said, pulling me down next to her. “That’s a really great present. I can do anything? Anything at all and you won’t say no?” I nodded that she could. A big smile crossed her face as she pulled the bow off my shirt. “Well maybe I’ll just eat part of my present right now,” she said.

I kind of figured she might say that, so I already wasn’t wearing any panties, just my tee shirt that was barely long enough to reach down to cover my pussy if I didn’t move around too much. Jen brought her fingers down and started playing with my titties and my nipples got even harder than they already were. Her fingers of one hand slid down over my tummy and pulled the bottom of my tee shirt up just a little bit so that she could start rubbing her fingers up and down in my pussy. I was already really wet down there but her playing with me made me really juicy.

“Sit on my face,” Jen asked me as she squirmed around on the bed. I giggled and did what she asked, putting my knees on either side of her pretty face and being careful to not like hit her or anything. She put her hands on my hips and pulled me down so that my naked butt was on her chin and her mouth was right underneath my pussy. I was like totally drippy and the sunlight was already coming through the window so I could see how my pussy juices were slowly dripping down onto her lips. And then she put her lips onto my pussy and made like this groaning noise that she makes when she gets really excited. I could feel her tongue pushing really deep up inside of me, licking all over in there. I closed my eyes and started breathing really hard, and I leaned forward and held onto the headboard of the bed so that I didn’t fall off her face as I started slowly humping her face with my hips.

OMG, I know that it was supposed to be Jen’s birthday and everything, but it was already the best birthday ever because it wasn’t too long before I started coming, right into my sister Jen’s mouth and on her tickling tongue. Jen had promised she was going to teach me how to squirt with my pussy, but she hadn’t taught me that yet. But even so, wow, there was like a LOT of juices dripping out of me and I think she made me come like three times before she finally stopped because she said I was making too much noise and making the bed bang and she was afraid that our Daddy might hear us and come in to see what was the matter.

I thought that when I was done she might maybe tell me to lick her too, which I was really hoping for because I really like doing that. And maybe she would tell me to lick her little butthole too because we’ve done that before like I might have told you and that makes her come really good. But I was surprised when Jen said we better get up and I hadn’t even gotten her panties off or anything.

But I knew that Jen had enjoyed herself because there was a great big shiny wet spot on the front of her little blue panties when she got out of bed. She said that she was going to go take a shower then pulled her panties off. She walked out into the hall like totally naked and I watched her go, seeing her firm little butt and big titties jiggling as she walked.

“Good Morning Daddy!” Jen said as she stepped into the hall.

“Oh! Uhhhh...” I heard Daddy say like right outside our room. I think Jen made him really nervous when she walked around naked going to the shower, and I think she liked to tease him a little bit. Jen turned away and walked away from the door, heading down to the bathroom. Daddy stepped up in front of the doorway to Jen and my bedroom and picked up something from the floor. “Uh... Jen, you dropped your...” Daddy started to say, but then I heard the bathroom door close and Daddy stopped talking. He looked down at his hands and I could see that Jen had dropped her panties in the hall. I grinned, thinking she had probably done that on purpose. I could see Daddy’s fingers rubbing around in Jen’s panties and I knew that he could feel how warm and wet and sticky they were.

“Good Morning Daddy!” I said, and he jumped like I really scared him or something. I had gotten out of bed and he turned to look at me. His eyes were totally on the bottom of my teeshirt and I knew that it was so short that it was barely covering the tops of my legs and my naked little pussy underneath. He looked at me for a long time but that was ok because Daddy hadn’t met a lot of ladies since we moved to town so I figured he might be a little lonely. So it was ok if he wanted to look at me a bit. “It’s Jen’s birthday today!” I said with a smile, giggling and dancing around a little bit and wiggling my hips. Daddy looked at me and just licked his lips and nodded kind of slow. “You want me to take those?” I asked him.

“What?” He said, like he was distracted and thinking of something else.

“You want me to take those? Jen’s panties I mean?” I pointed to my sister’s sticky panties he still held in his hand.

“Ah... no... that’s ok,” he said. “I’ll put them in the laundry.” So Daddy kept them and I noticed his fingers kept rubbing through the slippery mess, and then he turned and went back down the hall, except that the laundry room was in the other direction. But I guess he was just going to put Jen’s panties in the laundry later when he had more time. Daddy worked really hard and was always very busy, so sometimes things didn’t get done right away around our house.

Anyway, I took a shower after Jen got out, and not much exciting happened at breakfast, except that Daddy made us special birthday pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate chips baked right in, and they were really, really good. After breakfast Jen said that she wanted to go into town and do a little bit of shopping around and said that I should come with her. It was too cold out to ride the motorcycle, but Jen had recently bought this old Ford Escort with her waitressing money. It was kind of rusty but it ran ok, so we both hopped in and headed into town. I turned on the radio. It was Jen’s special day, so I didn’t even argue about having to listen to her favorite classic 80’s rock. Some of its ok I guess. I like the more modern stuff.

We got into town and Jen parked on Main Street in front of a craft and quilting shop. “What are we stopping here for?” I asked. Jen wasn’t into any craft stuff like that.

“Shush!” she told me. “My birthday, remember? You said I can do anything I want and you won’t say no.” Well, she had me there. I did promise that. So I nodded and we went inside, even though I thought it was kind of weird. The place had kind of a dusty smell, and there was all sorts of cloth and yarn for like quilting and weaving, and other crafty junk.

“Hello Miss Jennifer! Can I help you find anything?” An older lady called out from behind the counter. Jen waved to her. Working as a waitress, it seemed like Jen already knew half the people in this town.

“We’re just looking!” Jen called back, and the lady went back to ringing up another customer. Jen grabbed my hand and dragged me around back to an aisle where they had macrame stuff. I think that’s the right name. You know, like where you tie knots in strings and hang up stupid flower pots and stuff? But there were these bins you could dig through with all these wooden and plastic beads. All sorts of colors. Some were really tiny but others were a lot bigger. I don’t really know how big because they were all labeled in those measurements they use in other countries, but Jen picked up this one that said “30mm” on the bin. “Anything I want,” she reminded me. I grinned and nodded, wondering what she was up to as she looked around to see if anyone was watching.

Then Jen took the bead and gave it a lick, getting it all wet. “What are you doing?” I whispered in surprise as she pushed her hand with the bead down the back of my workout sweats and down inside the back of my panties.

But she just ignored me and I remembered the promise I made her that she could do anything at all to me for her entire birthday. But I certainly didn’t expect Jen to start playing with my little butthole right in the middle of a store in town when I made that promise. I squirmed a little bit but Jen didn’t stop. She pushed that wooden bead down between my butt cheeks and started to push it right up my tight little butthole! OMG! I knew I shouldn’t let her, but it felt so naughty and so amazingly good. I started breathing kind of heavy and I felt my nipples on my little titties get really hard and perk out on the front of my shirt.

Jen pushed harder and I made a little squealing noise because it kind of hurt. “Relax” she whispered in my ear and I nodded, spreading my legs a little wider. Jen pushed harder and all of sudden that bead just popped right up into my very tight little butthole.

My eyes went open really wide. I tried to say something, but I just kind of stood there with my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t believe she had just done that. And what I really couldn’t believe was how amazingly good it felt. I felt her finger push the bead up deeper. I closed my eyes and kind of pushed back with my hips, pushing against her finger.

“Another one?” Jen whispered as she giggled in my ear. I took a really deep breath and nodded. I felt almost like I was going to pee my panties I was so incredibly nervous. But when Jen picked up another bead I just looked around the store to make sure no one was watching and then let her put her hand back inside my sweats and panties and push that second bead right up inside my butt. This second one went right up a whole lot easier this time.

I raised up on my toes as her finger poked the bead up inside my butthole and I giggled as she wiggled her finger around inside me. I could feel my pussy starting to drip inside my panties. I reached out and picked out a pretty pink bead from another bin. This one was a little bigger because it said “40mm” on the bin, whatever size that is. But it was bigger than the two Jen had already used. “Do this one!” I said, and then blushed because I realized how naughty it sounded to be begging for it like that. Jen smiled at me, happy that I was so eager. She licked the bead and pushed it down the back of my pants as I was almost panting with excitement. This one was a little harder to stuff in since it was bigger, but with Jen pushing and me wiggling my hips, we managed to get it to pop in.

Jen picked up another 40 size bead and handed it to me. “Do me too,” she whispered, looking around to see if anyone was coming. There were a couple of old ladies a couple of aisles over but other than that the store was pretty quiet. I felt a shiver up my back with excitement as I took the bead from Jen. She was wearing workout sweats too, so it was easy to sneak my hand down the back of her stretchy pants. I took the bead between my fingers and pushed it down between her butt cheeks. I started to push but Jen squirmed around. “A little lower,” she whispered. I pushed the bead a little lower between her cheeks and felt it settle into the little dimple of her butt. She nodded and I started to push. Jen bit down on her lower lip as she made a little squeaking noise. At first I didn’t think the bead was going to fit, but suddenly Jen bucked her hips and the bead and my finger just slid right up inside of her hot little butt!

Jen let out this long deep sigh. “You like it?” I whispered and she nodded. I took another bead, but suddenly we heard some footsteps. We pretended to shop as the two older ladies walked by, heading to another part of the store. Then as they walked away, I licked the bead I had picked up and got it really wet and slippery. Jen looked really nervous as the two old ladies walked away, but then she nodded and I got busy, stuffing that second big wooden bead up into her hot little butthole. I poked it up in there really deep and Jen twitched, grabbing onto the shelf as her knees kind of went all wobbly. I grinned, knowing she was coming. I wiggled my finger around inside her butt as she squirmed around and then pulled it out when she was finally done.

Jen and I took turns, and I lost track of how many of those beads we stuck up inside each other’s buttholes. We didn’t get interrupted by any other customers, and we made each other come a bunch of times before we were finally stuffed so full that I felt like I could barely keep those beads from squeezing back out of my butt! I really had to clench my butt cheeks together, and it was really hard to walk without looking all funny. Jen had a big wet stain on the front of her jogging sweats and we both smelled all sexy like girls do after they come, but Jen hid the stain by carrying her purse in front of her.

But we got up to the counter without having to talk to anyone. Jen had bagged up about ten of the biggest wooden beads they had, like 50mm size or something. The lady at the counter asked how many and Jen told her thirty. Daddy always taught us to be honest, so I knew Jen was making sure we paid for ALL the beads we had so that we weren’t a bunch of dishonest thieves or anything like that. Jen paid the lady at the counter and we walked slowly and real carefully back out to the car. I could really feel all those beads really pushing in my butt, wanting to squeeze back out. It got worse and worse, and by the time we got to the car I was really nervous that I couldn’t hold them any longer. We got in but when I sat down I completely lost control. All of those beads came shooting out of my butthole and completely filled up my panties! I came again right there in Jen’s car as I felt my tight little butthole go crazy and start throbbing. I don’t know if I really squirted, but wow, my panties were just sopping wet!

Jen squealed and started rubbing her pussy through her sweats and I knew she was coming too. The big wet spot on the front of her sweats got even bigger and she was bucking her hips up and down and shaking all over. Finally she collapsed in the driver’s seat, looking all red in the face and sweaty. We both started to giggle, and couldn’t stop laughing for about half of the trip back home.

I asked Jen what the really big 50mm beads were for, but she just smiled and wouldn’t tell me yet. But I’ve probably gone on long enough for this part of the story, so I’ll tell you all about what happened next when I have some time to write it up in another post.

 

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Hey guys -- thanks for all the great comments and feedback. I’m loving it! Sorry I haven’t gotten back to anyone on the PMs yet. Thanks for letting me share my story with you all.

So you probably figured that Jen wasn’t done with me as her “birthday present”. She spent a little time down in the basement when we got back from the craft store. I was curious, but she wouldn’t tell me what she was up to. I got distracted doing other chores like fixing lunch, cleaning, and doing laundry. (I never did find those wet panties that Daddy picked up after Jen dropped them in the hall, but I guess they’ll turn up eventually.)

After dinner we all settled down to watch some TV in the living room. But around nine oclock Jen suddenly said that she was getting tired and was going to go to bed early. She got up but then gave me a little tug on my shirt and nodded her head in the direction of the bedroom we shared. I grinned and told Daddy that I was feeling tired too, so we left him alone to watch TV.

We barely got into the bedroom when Jen pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me like real frantic. She wiggled her tongue really deep into my mouth and we both started breathing really heavy as our hands were all over each other. “Strip,” she told me, really breathless. I was pulling off my teeshirt and Jen tugged down my sweat pants and panties. I started to pull off my ankle socks but Jen told me to leave them on. “You look so cute with just your socks on,” she told me, and I blushed. I headed over to her bed, but Jen shook her head. “Come on,” she told me, peeking out into the hallway.

“Jen, I’m like totally naked,” I complained.

“What? You got socks on,” she argued, putting her hands on her hips and giving me “that look” she does when she thinks I’m being difficult. I thought that was kind of a stupid detail to point out, but I didn’t argue. Still, I didn’t want to go sneaking through the house without any clothes on.

Jen looked at me, frowning. She went over to the closet and rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. She dug out this old dog collar she had once worn as part of a Goth Halloween costume. She made me put it on and then looped a belt through the collar. She gave a gentle tug and tried to pull me towards the hall. I pulled back, not wanting to go. She put her hands on her hips again. “It’s still my birthday,” she reminded me. “You said you would do anything I want.”

Well, she was right. I did make that promise, so I guess I had to follow through. She gave another tug on the belt and I had to go with her. I felt like a naughty doggy, being led down the hallway on a leash. And I was totally nervous since I the only things I had on were my little white socks and the doggy collar. She led me down the hall and into the back way into the kitchen. We quietly sneaked across the floor. Daddy was still watching TV in the living room and didn’t notice us. Jen very carefully opened the door in the kitchen that goes down the stairs into the basement. I guessed that I was finally going to see what she was working on today.

Jen closed the door behind us and we went real slowly down the stairs. They’re old and they creak, but if you walk real close to one side along the wall, they don’t make too much noise.

We hadn’t done much with the basement since Daddy inherited the house. There was a bunch of boxes of old clothes, some furniture, and a table where Daddy kept some tools. Jen gave another yank of the belt. It made me kind of mad because I was already coming along anyway, so she was just picking on me because she could. She took me over to the middle of the room where there is a carpet and told me to “sit” -- like I was her dog or something.

She went over to the table and came back with some stuff. She had about a three foot long part of a broom handle and some short pieces of rope. She made me sit down on the floor and put the broom handle behind my knees. “Hold it there,” she told me, and then used one of the pieces of rope to tie the broom handle behind one knee. “Spread your legs,” she told me, and I did. Then she tied my other leg to the broom handle too. Now there was no way I could put my legs back together.

“Lay back,” she told me, and I rolled onto my back. I made a face because the carpet hadn’t been vacuumed in a while and I could feel it all gritty against my naked skin. But I didn’t complain because it was Jen’s birthday and she got to do what she wanted. She used the last two pieces of rope to tie my wrists to the broom stick on the outside of each knee. The basement is unfinished, so all the floor boards overhead are all open and there are all sorts of pipes and stuff up there. Jen got one of those ratchet straps you use to tie things down in pickup trucks and looped it up over a pipe. Then she hooked it around the broom stick and pulled it tight. I had to roll back further on my back and my hips were sort of pulled up above the floor. I blushed, really embarrassed because I knew that my naked little pussy and butthole were totally open to see because the way I was tied to the broom stick I couldn’t close my legs.

“Uh... Jen, I don’t really want to do this,” I complained because I was feeling really nervous all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

“No more complaining,” Jen ordered. She went to the table and came back with a roll of duct tape. I tried to squirm away but since I was totally tied up I couldn’t do a thing. She tore off a piece of tape and put it over my mouth. I tried to yell, but all I could say was mummmff! mummfff!

Jen went back to the table and came back. She had a bottle of cooking oil I guess she had taken from the kitchen. And then I saw what she had been working on when we got back from the craft store. Jen had taken one of those smaller wooden beads, like maybe an inch across and drilled a bigger hole part of the way through it. She had knotted up an old shoe lace so that the knot fit down inside the hole and then she had glued that all in place. The she strung the shoe lace through more of the wooden beads. The next one was slightly bigger, I think that was the one the store had said was 40mm. Then she had strung up all of those big 50mm balls she had bought. I don’t know what 50mm is, but they each looked like they were like almost two inches across, and she had put all ten of them on that shoe lace, all in a row. So all those beads were on that shoe lace and it could flop around kind of loose. But then she wrapped her hand around the loose end of the shoe lace and pulled it tight. All of those beads pulled together really tight and now they were held together kind of stiff.

She looked down at me with kind of an evil grin. “I’m going to teach you how to squirt,” she said. I shook my head from side to side, worried about where she was going to put that contraption of beads. “mummFF! mmumf!” I told her, but with the tape over my mouth there wasn’t much that I could say.

Jen reached into the pocket of her sweats and pulled out my electric tooth brush, and then knelt down next to me on the carpet. I tried to squirm away but tied up to the broom stick and held up by the strap to the ceiling, I couldn’t get away.

Jen poured some of the cooking oil all over her string of beads and rubbed her fingers all over them until they were dripping wet and slippery. She wiped her fingers off on the inside of my naked thighs. I tried to twist way, but she just giggled. “Relax,” she whispered. “You’re so eager.” I wasn’t eager at all, but with the tape over my mouth all I could do was mumble and Jen was just ignoring me.

She slid her finger along my thigh and then started to softly play with my pussy. “You’re so wet!” she laughed. And even though I was scared and nervous, I knew that she was right. I could feel a little dribble of my pussy juice drain out and trickle down into the crack of my butt. I was breathing really heavy and my nipples were so hard and pointy that they ached.

“You’re dripping,” Jen giggled, watching that little stream of pussy juice ooze down over my little butthole. I felt goose bumps jump up on my skin as Jen slid a finger down lower and softly tickled my little butthole with her fingertip. She started to push. Everything was already all slippery with the cooking oil and my pussy juice so it was pretty each for Jen to push her finger up my butt. I flinched and my eyes went really wide, but there wasn’t anything I could do to stop her. She pushed it all the way in and then slowly started to pull it in and out. “It’s so tight!” she said all breathless. All I could do was lay there on my back and watch her as she poked her finger up my tight little butthole.

Then she pulled out. “You want me to teach you how to squirt?” she asked as she picked up her string of beads. My eyes were really huge and I was really nervous, but after a second I nodded my head “yes”.

Jen wrapped her hand around the shoe string and pulled it tight, making all those beads pull tight and stiffen up against each other. Then she put the smallest of the beads right up against my butthole and started to push. I squirmed and tried to tell her it was too big but I knew that I was trapped. I was breathing really hard and clenched my teeth as I felt my butthole stretch. Suddenly I felt that first bead squeeze right inside my butt! Then I felt my butthole tighten back down and trap that first little bead inside me. OMG! It felt amazing! I bucked my hips as much as I could all tied up like that. Jen giggled and called me a slut and I nodded really hard. Being all helpless like that was such a turn on! And I knew that Jen wasn’t going to stop there.

She pushed a little harder. That next bead was a little bigger and it felt like it was never going to fit. But with the cooking oil and my pussy still dripping all that juice it suddenly popped right in! My eyes went really wide again and I was panting like I had just run a mile race. I thrashed around but Jen talked to me real softly, telling me to just relax. I calmed down a little bit. Jen slowly pushed the string of beads back and forth and it felt so amazingly good. I groaned and felt my eyes roll back and I just took it and enjoyed it.

Jen started to push again. I shook my head no, knowing that the next bead was the first of the big 50mm ones. There was no way that could ever fit up inside my tight little butthole! I bucked my hips to try to get away, but that only seemed to help Jen as she was pushing. “There you go!” she laughed, thinking I was being eager. I felt myself stretching open, but it was really, really tight. I bucked my hips again, but this time I wasn’t trying to get away. Jen pushed harder, biting her lower lip as she tried to keep a grip on the slippery beads. I humped my hips upward and tried to spread my legs open wider but I was still tied to that stupid broom stick. Jen pushed and I wriggled my hips, feeling that I was starting to get all sweaty. Then I felt my butthole finally open up. I would have screamed if there wasn’t tape over my mouth, and then suddenly that big wood ball just plunked right up inside my tiny little butt.

Jen pulled back and I felt it squeeze right back out again. Holy Crap! I thought I was going to go insane. Then Jen pushed it right back in and I felt the second big wooden ball push right in after it. I felt a plunk! plunk! deep inside my guts and I started bucking my hips and feeling my thighs start to shake.

Jen shook her head, taking her hand off the string of beads. “Not yet. I’ll tell you when you can come,” she said. I squirmed my hips around trying to come anyway, but without Jen pushing on those beads, I couldn’t make myself. She waited for a few moments for me to calm down a bit. The she picked up that electric toothbrush she had brought with her. She turned it on and gave me a wicked looking grin.

Suddenly I thought I heard a creaking sound. I struggled to tilt my head up and look over at the stairs behind my sister. My eyes went wide with panic as I saw a pair of boots slowly and quietly coming down the stairs. I tried to warn her, but with the tape over my mouth all I could do was grunt and groan. I tried jerking my head to get my sister’s attention and pointing with my fingers, but whatever I tried to do, Jen just didn’t get it.

I thought I was going to start to cry as the boots came further and further down the stairs. Then Jen touched that buzzing electric toothbrush down onto my pussy and I thought I would explode. I thrashed around like crazy, feeling those vibrations pouring into me. I started bucking my hips again and Jen backed off on the toothbrush. Instead she started working on those wooden balls again. She pulled one of them out of my butt and I felt the muscles in my butt cheeks clench up. Then she pushed and I felt three of those huge balls pop right up my tight little butthole. She pushed them in slow, so I could feel my butt tighten down after each one went in, and then s-t-r-e-t-c-h wide open as the next one pushed inside.

A tear ran down my cheek as I looked past her and saw Daddy had reached the bottom of the steps. He looked over at Jen and I and his mouth fell open in surprise. He just stood there with a look of shock. Jen brought the toothbrush back down on my pussy and put those buzzing bristles right down on that little

nub of flesh at the top of my pussy. OMG, I arched my back and almost came right there. Jen pushed another couple of those balls up my butthole, and I lost count of how many she had gotten in there. She pulled them out, one at time and I could feel my little butthole pucker back and forth as each one of them popped out. I started crying as Daddy quietly stepped up almost right behind Jen to get a better look. She had no idea he was there and just pushed all of those balls right back up my butt, and I think added a few more.

She pulled the toothbrush off my pussy just as I was starting to feel like I was going to come. “More?” she asked me with a grin. Tears poured from my eyes as I looked up and saw Daddy looking down at me. He had the strangest expression and I couldn’t even tell if he was really mad, or disappointed, or what he was thinking. But all I knew was that those balls up my butt felt so incredibly good, and I was just about ready to come. I looked up at Jen and nodded, begging her for more. She pulled a few of the balls back out and pushed back in, stuffing who knows how many of them up me.

Then the buzzing noise of the tooth brush got all quiet and muffled as she stuffed those vibrating bristles deep into my pussy. I screamed, but the tape over my mouth kept it mostly quiet. I started bucking my hips like crazy. “That’s it! Come! Come on baby!” Jen told me, sounding really excited. “Just totally get into it!”

My leg and stomach muscles seemed to cramp as my whole body started to shake and shiver. Jen buried that buzzing toothbrush deep and started working those balls in and out of my butthole really fast. I felt my pussy clamp down tight around the toothbrush and suddenly I felt as if I were peeing and coming all at once. A huge gush of juices sprayed up out of my pussy, totally splattering Jen right in her face. She flinched back in surprise, but then gave me a great big old grin as she licked her lips. I was panting like crazy as Jen twisted the toothbrush back and forth and I felt myself come again, gushing all over the front of her shirt. I bounced my hips up and down and felt myself come again as Jen pushed more of those balls right up into my butt, making me moan and totally stretching me to the limit.

Finally I collapsed, feeling myself turning red with shame as Daddy looked down on us both. Jen reached up and pulled the tape off my mouth and I just started sobbing, begging her to stop. I was still spread totally wide open, with all those balls stuck up my butt and that toothbrush still buzzing away inside my twitching pussy. Jen's face was totally dripping wet from where I had squirted all over her, and you could totally smell my wet pussy all over us.

Daddy gave a polite cough and Jen screamed with shock, twisting around to look up and behind her. She turned totally red with embarrassment, and I could see that she was about to cry just like me.

All Daddy said was, “we all need to go to church tomorrow.” He sounded kind of sad and mad all at the same time. Then he turned and went back up the stairs.

Jen just started saying “Oh my god. Oh my god,” over and over again. She pulled those beads out of my butthole and then pulled the toothbrush out of my pussy. I think I came one more time when she did, but my mind was just spinning totally out of control to be sure.

Finally she untied me. We hung out in the basement for a while, terrified to go upstairs and face Daddy. But after a while things were sounding really quiet up there, so Jen cracked open the basement door and peeked outside. Everything was dark, so we real quietly snuck back into our bedroom and tried to go to sleep. I tossed and turned most of the night though.

The next morning no one knew what to say at breakfast and it was totally awkward. We were all dressed up nice for church, with Daddy wearing a suit which he hardly ever did, and Jen and I were both wearing pretty dresses. I was desperate to try to make things right as no one was talking to anyone else, and I knew that going to a church wasn’t going to fix this. I had to do something! As we were putting away the dishes I took a gamble, pushing back against my Daddy. I felt him put his arms around for a hug, but it still felt all strange and weird. I swallowed nervously and then told him, “I’m not wearing any panties.” He froze, still holding me in that hug. I pushed my butt back against him, squirming around a little bit as he held me.

You know, we never did end up making it to church that morning, but we got things sorted out just fine anyway. Maybe I’ll write that up as another part of my story. I haven’t decided on that yet. I mean it seems ok to fool around with my sister and all because that's just us girls goofing around, but with Daddy I just wonder if I should write that up. I don't know. Too creepy?

 

Wow that's awesome