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MYSIS sucked his dick That cured

My Sister, my Bully

I could be real ashamed of this, but what the hell. Marcie might

just as well be named Helga or Gertrude to capture her valkyrie-like

stature. She's 6'1" and weighs around 170. I'm about 5'5" and weighed

about 135.

She's also a Big Cheese senior in high school and I'm a lowly

underclassman sophomore. She thinks that makes her the queen of the

world and for all I can do about it, she might be. She was always a

pain, but this year she has become even more of a terror.

And a rapist.

Our folks were only going for the weekend, so they guessed

they could trust us. It was only one night, and we were good kids. They

gave us emergency numbers and told us how much they were counting

on us and left.

The door had just closed when Marcie went into mother

Superior mode.

"Now you know I'm the boss and what I say goes," she said

with a vise-grip on my arm.

I just said, "ow" and "let go", but I got the message. Marcie had

big plans and I wasn't going to interfere. Another couple of months and

I would have taken the car and went somewhere and left her to her dirty

deeds, but I didn't have my license yet and I was stuck at home.

That meant I holed up in my room after supper and tried to

pretend I wasn't home. That seemed to suit Marcie fine since I didn't

have any more trouble with her then. She was busy anyway, planning

for the party.

So typical, but I would have done the same thing if I was 17. I

heard a bunch of cars pull up about 7:00 or so and the stereo get turned

up loud. Big hairy deal, as far as I was concerned. If I was 17 I might

have cut them more slack, but there was no way I would have any fun

down there even if Marcie didn't catch me. Two years are like a

lifetime between 15 and 17 and I knew I would get nothing but flak.

Besides, I had just got Wizardry 8 and I had hundreds of hours

of role-playing ahead of me. It was actually kinda sweet to know I

could play until my fingers fell off and no one would try to interrupt

me. That held out to about 9:00.

I'm glad my desk faces the door. If I had to do more than lift my

eyes from the screen, I would have missed my glimpse of cheerleader

tit. B.J. Wittman, quarterback, despoiler, general Mongol ravager, had

opened my door and was pushing Shanna Fillman into my room.

Shanna's bra was up around her chin and her shirt was open. Her left tit

was in full view for a second.

"Hey, there's a kid here," Shanna complained and jerked her

shirt together,

"Yeah," B.J. said, glaring at me with a look I always figured

meant he was trying to think, "Okay."

He took his lead from Shanna, who was backing out of the

room and closed the door again. Aha! It was that kind of a party.

Marcie would be doing the laundry tomorrow. The thought that ole'

B.J. and Shanna were humping like beaver in one of the other bedrooms

gave me a dry mouth and an instant woody. Suddenly role-playing

didn't seem like such a great thing- not until I found the fabled nudity

code.

I still didn't want to creep around the halls and try to peek. That

was so 13. Instead, I did an enhanced 11. I dressed like the Shadow

Avenger, all in black, and crept out my window and along the porch

roof. That was Marcie's room and the one I imagined that the thick-

headed B.J. was headed to when he blundered into mine. One eye crept

to the corner of the window, expecting to see B.J. and Shanna going at

it.

Only it was Marcie. I couldn't see the guy's face, but I could see

Marcie all naked under him. Her tits were prettier than I thought they'd

be, real nice and round where they slid to the side off her chest. And

they kept bouncing as the boy thrust into her.

I got a real strange feeling in my stomach and pulled away

from the window. I thought about going back to my room, but there

was one more window I could look in. That wasn't B.J. and Shanna, but

it was Alan Everson laying on his back as total babe Wendy Guyer

sucked his dick. That cured my stomach right away.

"Come on, Wendy, let me just put it in a little," Alan was

whining.

Geeze- how greedy, I thought, a maximum babe giving him

head and he's begging for more. But maybe I was being hard on Alan.

Maybe he was bargaining. It made Wendy suck him faster, trying to

make him come and he kept trying.

"I only want to make it good for you, too," he lied, "Let me just

rub it up against you."

It was the thrill of my young life. Wendy took her mouth off

Alan's cock and raised up. Magnificent. Whoppers. Major League

yabos. Wendy had a bigger set than I had even fantasized about. They

were creamy white with buckskin nipples- real small looking nipples on

such huge tits.

"How about if I let you do that thing again?" she asked,

plaintively.

"That thing" was obviously the lesser of two evils to Wendy. It

might have been Alan's real goal. He accepted the compromise pretty

quick.

He got up and she lay down with her head in an uncomfortable

looking position just off the edge of the pillows. I didn't care how much

her neck bent as long as I got to look at those tits. Then Alan got on top

of her and put his dick between her tits and pulled them up around it.

He could just get the head to her mouth and when he did, she would

lick it.

It didn't even take him a minute of fucking her tits to shoot off.

But I watched the whole thing with interest. Then I decided it was time

to creep back in my room and whack off like crazy.

And I got caught. Marcie was finished and had her clothes on as

I peeked in passing. But she was looking out the window. I knew she

saw me and I tried to scramble into my room to get back to my game

before she could get to my room.

I waited. My damn sister had taken my hardon right away with

one look and now I was sitting waiting for her to yell at me. I waited

some more and then I really started playing the game again. It was way

after 10:00 when I started hearing car doors and people leaving. I was

hoping Marcie hadn't seen me. I was beginning to believe it.

It was getting pretty late for me- even for a weekend and I

decided to get ready for bed. I had just gotten my pajama bottoms on

and was ready to climb into bed when Marcie came in.

"If it isn't my sneaky little brother in his p.j's," she smirked, "I

have a couple of things to get straight with you. First off: we had a

quiet little night. Wendy and Shanna came over, but there was NO

party of any kind. Understand?"

I just smirked right back at her. I couldn't be intimidated out of

a secret like this that easily.

"You little shit!" she snapped, stalking toward me, "You better

forget tonight. And you better forget what you saw in my window."

I knew she had seen me. I just had expected her wrath to fall on

me quicker. On the other hand, I had some real ammunition when our

parents came home. She had to be careful with me. She couldn't kill

me, so I sensed a deal.

So much for my senses. I think she had gotten some outside

advice from her friends. When she got real close, I tried to hit her. I

knew that was a bad move, but I wanted to show her I wasn't going to

go down easy. She caught my hand easily and then twisted my arm

until she had me in a hammerlock.

I was caught against her and she slipped her free hand down

over my chest and down into my bottoms.

"What have we got here?" she teased as she twisted my arm

harder every time I tried to get away, "I feels like a penis, only

smaller."

Ha ha. I didn't appreciate being helpless as she molested me, but

I had a worse problem. My dick didn't care that it was my sister's hand

playing with him. To an embarrassment worse than the pain, my dick

got hard in her hand.

"Oh oh oh, we'll have to see what this is," she heckled me as

she reached up and pulled open the snaps.

My pajamas pooled around my ankles and I was naked for my

sister to look at. I felt like my entire body flushed red as she looked

over my shoulder and clucked her tongue.

"Does baby brother have a stiff little willie?" she babytalked at

me, "Then big sister ought to take care of him."

I had no clue what was going through her demented mind. But

throwing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me wasn't on the

list.

"Wanna 'nother look?" she said as she pulled her shirt over her

head.

She was sitting on my chest with her knees in my armpits,

effectively keeping me from fighting her off. Except my desire to

remove her had faded when she took off her shirt. I wanted to touch her

tits instead. She must have seen that thought come over my face.

"You lie there and play with them and I won't stop you," she

said.

Hell, I knew it was some kind of trap, but at least I would get to

play with her tits. I could kinda get my arms around her legs and it was

enough to reach her breasts. I could get my fingers on them without

grabbing them very good, but then Marcie bent forward and they fell

into my hands.

It wasn't to let me play with her tits that she moved. She was

tugging down her shorts. I could only guess what she had in mind.

When she grabbed my dick and scootched back so she could settle

down on it, I blew all my circuits.

It was like nothing I had ever imagined. I even forgot it was

Marcie. There was pussy around my dick and it was wet and warm and

good! I hadn't guessed it would feel so smooth and slippery and at the

same time tight. Goddamn! I was fucking! Goddamn!

And then Marcie started to move her ass. Her shorts pulling

across my belly as she lifted herself was only a minor distraction as she

rode up and then plunged down on my dick.

"You look like that feels good," Marcie teased, "Best pussy

you've ever had isn't it?"

"Oh God! Marcie," I sputtered, "It is good. Please don't stop!"

Normally I would have bitten my tongue off rather than admit

she had that kind of power over me, but at the time I didn't even notice.

It was too important that she keep moving up and down on my dick. I

was afraid what she might demand to continue. I was afraid because I

knew I would agree to anything to have her keep fucking me.

She only asked one thing.

"Now you tell me before you pop," she warned me, "You tell

me for sure, or you'll be sorry."

"Now!" I gasped.

"Now what?" she said with maddening stupidity.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I squealed.

"Shit!" she yowled and almost fell over getting off me.

The shorts made it tough on her reversing positions, but her

pussy leaving me delayed the inevitable long enough for her to take my

throbbing dick in her mouth. It took all of two sucks before I exploded

and it caught her enough by surprise that I jetted off twice before she

got her mouth off me. She spit my semen on my belly as she jacked the

rest of my climax out of me.

I was about to thank her most sincerely when she got up on her

knees and pulled up her shorts. She was grinning at me.

"Now tattle on me Mr. Sister-fucker," she gloated, "I bet mom

would like to know you've been doing the nasty with your sister."

I thought of it more as an acceptable accord than a victory for

Marcie. I would have agreed to: keep quiet and I'll let you fuck me. I

just grinned at her. Now all I had to do was find out her secrets. We

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