Dirty Little Sister

After our dog-walking escapade, things settled down a bit.  I think Char was just trying to push me and see how far I was willing to go – and show me how twisted she was capable of being, too - I don't know why, or at least didn't at the time.  It was only later that things became clear to me how this innocent little kid could be such a deviant.

It was a couple of days afterward that I got a glimpse of how her mind worked and what it was that drove her to do this stuff.  In the intervening time, we tried not to let our parents see us acting any differently from normal even though we were sneaking into each other's rooms at night and enjoying lots of good old-fashioned oral sex:  Char loved drinking my cum and always came hard with my mouth on her pussy and a finger or two in her ass – sometimes mine, sometimes hers.  With parents around, it wasn't as easy to manage the more extreme pursuits that Charlotte really yearned to experience so she seemed to settle for anal stimulation as a good backup.

To maintain the illusion of being the same as ever, we bickered like any brother and sister of sufficiently differing ages to make us irritate each other.  Of course, this was just roleplaying – we knew that the teasing and back-talking were just to keep up appearances. 

It was quite fun, actually, and it led to the events that would open my mind to the world as Char saw it.  One afternoon, we were in the kitchen behaving like we were annoyed about something and then, as soon as our Mom left the room, Char turned around on a whim and suddenly groped my ass and cock until I had a solid erection going:  leaving me just in time for Mom to come back in.  I almost burst out laughing, trying to hide the bulge in my pants by pressing myself against the kitchen cupboards – pretending to reach for a box of cereal on a top shelf, even though it was about three in the afternoon.  I had to feign indecision about which box to pick, just to avoid the necessity to move.

When Charlotte snapped at me from her seat at the table, "Hey, while you're there, sloth, why don't you get me some raisins?"  I nearly lost it – the little bitch was trying to get me caught:  the raisins were in the cupboard that was restraining my cock.  I could tell she was having a hard time not laughing, too. 

"Get them yourself!"  I growled back, probably doing a terrible job of sounding annoyed.  She hopped up, scowling for the benefit of our mother, who was half paying attention as she put together a stew by the cooker.

Mom intervened.  "Why don't you two just be a little more polite?  I tell you:  I'm counting the days until school starts again.  I'm sick of you two getting in each other's hair all the time," she scolded as Char pushed me aside with her hand on my prick and opened the door of the cupboard, effectively obscuring me from the waist down from where our mother was standing. 

It was almost surreal to be standing there, still pretending to be locked in indecision about my choice of cereal, while my sister kneeled down and supposedly searched for raisins.  In reality, she grasped my cock and placed her mouth around the end of it, chewing it through my sweatpants.  It felt good, but the fear of discovery was what made it electric!

Char grabbed the raisins and then got up, winking at me as she walked away leaving a wet circle on my pants and a renewed erection.  I realized the danger and quickly abandoned the cereal ruse, turning toward the sink for escape - a weak deception.  Char laughed as she popped the lid off the raisin tin.

"I like getting in Andy's hair.  He just needs to loosen up – he's always so stiff all the time," she remarked as headed for the door, chewing on a mouthful of raisins. 

The double meaning was not lost on me.  I shot one back at her, over my shoulder.  "Maybe you just need to quit endlessly stuffing your mouth and get outside a bit more." 

Char couldn't keep it in.  She barely suppressed her guffaw, and almost choked on a raisin - which set her off coughing.  If you couldn't see her you would mistake the noises as just indignant choking – as Mom must have, her back being toward Char.  She left the room flashing me her middle finger and mouthing, "Fuck you," with a wry grin on her face.  I just nodded – Mom didn't see Char's gesture, she just glared at me.

"You need to apologize to her for that remark!"  She snarled, waving a half-chopped parsnip at me.  "She can't help her figure, she's just underdeveloped.  You should be more sensitive.  Go make up with her like a good big brother should!"

I hung my head appearing properly chastised, whereas I was really just trying to hide my amusement.  I slunk out of the room and followed my sister upstairs.  She went into her room and theatrically slammed the door behind her.  Moments later, I followed her in and found her knelt down at her bedside pretending to cry.  I came up behind her and gave her a hug, my hard cock pushing against her ass and pussy.

She sighed and relaxed.  I got the message and started stroking her ass, feeling the seam of her panties through her thin, cotton skirt.  I let my hands trespass under the pleated blue garment and stroked her inner thighs.  She angled her hips to give a clear come-on signal.  I dropped my face down and lifted her skirt.  I placed a wet, warm kiss on her asshole, giving her a soggy ring of her own to deal with.  Char reached back and pulled her panties aside to reveal her gorgeous dark pink anus.  I tongued her again, slobbering saliva all around her puckered little ring.

With her hands, she pulled her buttocks apart and her sphincter seemed to widen and relax.  She puffed a little fart out as I was licking her.  My tongue slipped into her hole and I could taste the bitter tang of her gases and smelled the fecal scent she expelled.  It gave me a major erection. 

Char took a deep breath and whispered, "Eat me, shitface!"  I obeyed and started digging into her with my tongue and sucking on her ring.  I had my mouth clamped onto her, sucking hard, when I felt her ring begin to open.  What's this, I wondered?  She can open up her ass, huh?  I loved it – she was so talented, and so in need of a tight assfucking.  I continued to lube her up and slid my wet tongue into her growing hole.

…only to come in direct contact with a lump of something soft coming out!  I had no idea what to do.  The thing just kept coming.  Did she know that shit was coming out of her ass, or was she just too relaxed?  Would she be horribly embarrassed and not want to have sex with me any more if I said something?

"Eat it," she hissed, sensing my confusion. 

Eat it?  Was she fucking mad?  I touched the turd again with my tongue and then she gave a big, hard push and the nasty thing just oozed out into my mouth.  I could feel the pasty mush land on my tongue and smear itself on my teeth.  I recoiled, the piece of shit still in my mouth.  I could smell and taste it and the stink made me retch, but for some reason I didn't want to just spit it out there on the carpet.  I closed my mouth and started to get up. 

Char whipped around and stared at me, fascinated and wide-eyed.  She grabbed my cock and kneaded it through my pants.  "Oh, that's good!  That's really good, Andy!  Oh, man – you're fucking awesome."

I was suddenly surprised.  What had I done?  She was pleased with me, and that made me happy, but I wasn't sure what she was pleased at.  I smiled, my mouth still full of shit. 

"Fuck!  You're good!  I threw up first time I tried it.  I mean – I barely tasted it and just fucking hurled.  You're keeping it in!"  She stared at me in admiration.  Now I understood.  Yeah, it was nasty, but once it was in it didn't get any worse.

"Can you chew it?"  She whispered, pulling down the front of my pants and letting my cock spring out.  She slowly wanked me while I considered my answer.  I tried biting into it.  It felt like chewing mud – sticky, rancid mud.  The stink got worse – significantly worse – when I started to grind the shit up in my mouth.  My tongue started to sting, too, and I felt like I was going to be sick.  I had to scrabble up and belt out of the room to the toilet. 

I knelt down and disgorged the mass of filth from my mouth into the bowl, but that was when I realized that getting most of it out really didn't help.  The shit was still caked all over my teeth and clinging to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter does.  In fact, the analogy helped me.  I tried to ignore the smell and just imagine I was trying to get a dry mouthful of peanut butter out.  I spat and worked the stuff out with my tongue, hardly even noticing that Char had come into the bathroom with me and quietly closed the door. 

"Fuckin' hell!  You're still not hurling.  You're tougher than me!  Come on, let me help."  She knelt beside me and started handing me toilet paper wads.  She then got me a cup of water to swill the rest out with.  It still didn't help all that much – the stink wasn't going away.  I told her as much.

"Yeah," she replied, "It does that.  You'll need to use soap or strong mouthwash – we don't have any though," she told me matter-of-factly.  She got up and retrieved my toothbrush for me, but instead of toothpaste she squirted a dollop of antibacterial hand soap on it and then stuffed it in my mouth.  It was almost worse than the shit!  I endured it, though, because I knew that it was only just taste – a bad taste, sure, but you can ignore the flavor of something if you try.

As I brushed my teeth, Charlotte brushed her teeth with my cock.  The flow of sexual pleasure from her mouth more than made up for the hateful sensations in my mouth.  There was a certain symmetry to it, in fact.  As I urgently pumped cum into my sister's open mouth I reveled in the degradation she'd put me through and how revolting the taste had been.  Even though it was just totally nasty it was still fucking intense, and that intensity coupled with a damn good orgasm was orders of magnitude better than the dry pleasure of wanking off with a dirty magazine.

And that was when I understood that sex for Charlotte wasn't all about being comfortable and having a nice, gentle, clean time of things:  it was about intensity and the dramatic contrast of sensations!  The numbing torture of a featureless life was obliterated when she could engage in the most corrupt, depraved acts she could envision – no matter how nauseating or uncomfortable they were.  This was the world she inhabited and into which she was sucking me – sucking rather skillfully, I had to admit.

I spat the cloying foam out of my mouth and rinsed extensively as Char kept licking my penis and balls.  My teeth felt squeaky clean.  So did my cock.  I bent down and kissed Char.  She let me have some of my cum back and I swallowed it while we embraced.

"I think I understand, now," I told her when we stopped kissing. 

She smiled quizzically.  "Understand what?"

"You," I replied.  She shook her head and let her eyes drop.

"Not yet, you don't.  I think you're further from the truth than I guessed you were when you came into my room Saturday."  She thought about things for a moment.  "Why do you need to understand me, anyway?  Why not just enjoy me?  I won't be here forever."  She said these things in a quiet tone, but I could tell she was being serious.

She stood up.  "Let's go for a walk."  It was a nice day outside for the time of year so I agreed.  I got up and went to the door.

"Oh no you don't.  Not yet.  You're not ready to go anywhere."  I turned back and she started to undress me.

Once I was naked, she got me into the bathtub and started running the water.  We have a shower tub, where you have this long metal hose attached to the taps, at the end of which is a shower head on a hook.  She dismantled the end of the hose – detaching the shower head and waited until the water was running warm before switching the flow from the taps to the hose.  It wasn't exactly gushing out, but she seemed satisfied.  She told me to squat down and spread my legs.  I complied.  Char then took the end of the hose and pushed it against my asshole.  It felt kind of nice, but then she told me to make like I was having a crap and push hard.  I did, and abruptly felt the hard metal end of the hose penetrate my ass.

"Ow, that fucking hurt!"  I snarled.  She just smiled and stood up. 

"Leave it in for a few minutes.  If you start feeling really full, stand up."

She left the room and I stayed where I was.  The water was bubbling up inside me and I started feeling a little queasy – you know, the way you feel when you have diarrhea.  It was obviously just the water, so I put up with it and got to my feet.  Standing helped – I wasn't putting as much pressure on my abdomen that way.  I wondered what the purpose of filling my ass with water was, in Charlotte's weird plans, but I was kind of interested to find out so I tolerated it.  She liked it when I tolerated things, and that pleased me.  Besides, she'd had all good ideas so far and I was enjoying her twisted activities.

When she came back in, she had on a light summery dress that was probably last year's and a bit small for her.  As she skipped into the room and bent low at the waist to deposit something on the chair, I could see her tight ass and naked pussy.  I started feeling horny again, despite the mounting pressure in my bowels.  Char came over to me and put her hand on my abdomen.  I gritted my teeth and moaned from the pain in my gut.  She just smiled and switched off the tap.  She pulled the tube from my ass and ordered me to keep it all in – not to let it out yet.  I tried, but there were some fairly high-pressure dribbles coming out.  Char fetched two objects from the chair and held them up for me to see.  They looked like conical pink plugs, one about an inch across and another about half an inch.

She handed me the little one and then she told me to turn.  I did so and then I felt her start to push the fat plug into my anus.  It stretched like hell going in and I felt like my ass was being ripped open, the searing pain was so bad.  When it popped into me as my ring closed around the bottleneck, the relief was powerful enough to produce an orgasm if I were to feel it over and over.

Char then squatted and pushed the hose into her own ass – taking all the pain I had experienced like it was a mere inconvenience, giving only the slightest sigh when the hard metal passed through her adorable little ring.  She gave herself a few minutes of water, then daintily offered up her own ass for plugging.  I stooped down and at least gave her the benefit of a little saliva to ease the insertion of her plug – which slid home easily.  It probably was a little too small, but it worked.  She hopped out of the tub then stopped, looking very ill all of a sudden.

"Shit!  I forgot how… full this makes you feel.  Feels like you're being buggered by a bull!  Just a sec."  She steadied herself and then told me to get dressed.  Char sent me downstairs ahead of her and then she went to talk to Mom.  I heard her tell our mother that we were all made up now.  "Yeah, I gave him some crap and he felt bad about it, so we're going out to play for a bit."  She had some nerve, coming up with all this tongue-in-cheek shit.

"Well, that's good, dear.  Where are you going?"  Mom was oblivious to the subtext.

"Sea front.  We'll go splash about in the water or something."  This last she called over her shoulder, then grabbed my cock as I waited there for her.  "Ready for some water-play, you big sack of shit?"

We left the house and walked toward the sea front – only about half a mile away.  Char had a little backpack on.  We chatted as we walked, our guts sloshing and burbling as we went.

"So where'd you get these plugs?"  I asked her.

"There's a shop I found in town that sells leather jackets and stuff.  There's an adult section there where they have sex toys," she revealed.

"They let you in there?"  I asked, astonished.  I thought I knew the place – it was in an old arcade and smelled of Patchouli Oil and other, less legal, things too.

"No, of course not.  I just gave the money to an older kid who was buying some records there.  He got them for me."

I looked askance at her.  "You trusted him?"

"No, that's why I offered him a blow job in the alley if he got it for me.  He wasn't going to pass that up, was he?  I get a lot of stuff that way."

I laughed out loud and put my arm round her.  We walked on through the small coastal village to where the road followed the cliffs down to a bay and you could get to a long stone pier that ran about half a mile into the water.  The discomfort from the water in my bowels was pretty bad.  I had misgivings about getting on the pier – there was no easy way back if I had to find a bathroom.  At the end was a lighthouse that was closed up and ran on automatic all the time.  There was nothing there except a view of the river mouth and the sea. 

It was a Tuesday afternoon and there really weren't that many people around.  We walked the pier to the end where Char lounged back in the chilly breeze when we reached the lighthouse.  She tossed her backpack aside.  There was no-one who could see us, so I came up to her and reached out to fondle her cunt.  

Just as I touched her, she shot out a wet spurt of chocolate-colored shit from her ass, led by the butt plug that rolled off somewhere.  I jumped back, laughing, not wanting to get it all over me.  It covered the insides of her thighs and dribbled down to her ankles.  She started groping herself and kept shitting until there was a big, wet pool of stinky diarrhea on the flagstones.  She was having fun and giggling, and seeing her spurt all that out made me want to do so, too.  My ass felt really full and I felt like I had to do the same, but I waited for Char to show me what she wanted me to do.  She waved me over and started to sink down the wall of the lighthouse slowly lowering herself into the pool of shit that was probably ice cold by now.

"Take off your trousers, moron!  I didn't bring clothes for you."  I got her drift and undressed, then I stood over her and crouched down.  She wiggled the butt plug around in my asshole:  it felt fucking marvelous.  When she yanked it out, I thought I was going to explode, which I did – all over her pretty, girlish dress.

I hosed her with such a gush of rancid shit that she screamed in joy at the sheer volume and stench of it.  It spattered all over her – on her legs, across her face, and all over her stomach and pussy.  I kept squirting more out until I felt I was about done and stood up.  With the standing came a fresh 'refill' of diarrhea to my rectum from higher up in my intestines and I squatted again and gave her another blast right in her face.

At this, she rolled over and immediately vomited on the ground, spitting the filthy slurry out on the floor and gasping.  I instantly regretted hitting her face and dropped to my knees to help her.

"I'm sorry!"  I blurted, "I didn't mean to…"

She cut me off with laughter.  "Fuckin' knobhead!  Did I say, 'squirt your fucking shit in my mouth'?"  She kept laughing.  She wasn't angry, just claiming the opportunity to tease me a bit.  "No, I didn't think so.  Still … it was pretty good!  Didn't even taste that bad!"

I looked at her.  She was grinning but covered in chunky spatters of watery shit.  She just lay there, mouth open, so I crouched down again and slid my cock into her shit-covered mouth.  Little pieces of vomit covered her hand, which she lifted up to grasp my prick with.  Her hand was cold, but my cock was hot.  She stroked it and pulled at it, grasping at her own sexual organ at the same time.  The sight of her, so sweet and yet so repulsively befouled with vomit and feces, was something beyond all my experience.  I came hard in her mouth as she reinserted my butt-plug.  She let it the milky fluid ooze down her chin and onto her clothes.

"Grab that bag and follow me!" She said, standing up and turning to walk back down the pier toward land.  There was nobody on the pier, fortunately, but there might have been people on the cliffs above where the pier met the coast.  There was a good chance we'd be seen.  Damn!  She loved the thrill of risk!  She sauntered along the half-mile pier toward the land – still covered in cum, shit, and puke.  I had no idea what the hell her plan was, but pulled on my pants and ran after her anyway – my ass filling up once more with unexpelled leftovers.

I loped after Charlotte as she sauntered, a fucking shitty mess, like she was just a happy little kid on an afternoon stroll. 

"I haven't decided if I'll just walk home like this, or if I should clean off.  What do you think?"  She asked casually.  I told her to clean up.  "Oh?  You want to lick me clean?"  She teased. 

"I will if you let me fuck you," I offered, guessing that she'd say no.

"You will, someday," she promised grabbing my buttock and squeezing.  "I just have to decide how we're going to do it."

"Er, wouldn't sticking my cock in your pussy would be the best way?"  She punched at me.  I dodged.

She chased after me - like she had a hundred times before - but this time, her polluted appearance threw into such sharp contrast the familiarity of our playfulness that the moment is now burned into my memory forever.  It remains an iconic image for me:  filth and degradation and good clean fun!

We reached the ladder over the wall of the pier and down to the boulder-strewn beach below.  Eventually, Char found a rock pool deep enough to wash off in, which she did, even though the water was ice cold.  Her nipples were so erect with the cold that I just had to suck the little tiny things until they returned to a healthy pink glow.  The salt water reminded me of her piss and so, with an unnatural thirst, I took her once more as she lay naked on the chilly rock and ravaged her clitoris and vagina with my tongue.  Her hands pressed my face hard onto her beautiful, hairless pubic mound as she finally orgasmed.  I licked her softly as she finished climaxing and then clamped my mouth onto her to receive her warm, salty urine.  I drank from her wellspring, there at the base of the cliffs with only the seagulls and the waves to witness our wonderful perversions.