This story is totally fictitious and does not contain anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

Sisters in Love:

“Just one more time, Rachel,” Kayla said to her sister, lying on the bed with her pussy wide open and distended.

Rachel’s cunt was also swollen and still popping small bits of pleasure. But she could not decline her sister any more than she could refuse herself the pleasure of her daddy’s imitation rubber cock. The dildos had been a present from daddy to Kayla on her 16th birthday, three of them modeled on his cock, one for each of the sisters.

Rachel took the large dildo and began to slowly screw it into her older sister's pleasure-inflamed cunt. Kayla took her own imitation daddy dildo and pushed it into her sister’s wet box. Together they rubbed their lust hardened nipples together.

The cool air of the room swept over the two hot, lust laden sisters. Fire and ice the stuff of life and death, the stuff of passion, the essence of the connection between the two sisters.

Driving their dildos harder into each other they kissed the cool sweat off of each other's face, glued together by love and passion, separated by salt water sweat. Sensing each other was near they increased their pace, craving the exquisite bliss of human orgasm.

It never occurred to the young sisters they were going against centuries of what was forbidden by Catholic repression and it never would. For they were doing the most elemental thing two people in love could do, and that was enjoying each other's body, the most natural thing in life itself.

“Kayla, Oh Kayla, I love you so much.”

“Rachel my sweet baby sister, I love you too.”

The girls shrieked long and loud as their bodies were taken over by the illicit, but exquisite, bliss of human orgasm.

Their passion for each other was ever burning but their frail bodies could never keep up. The sisters hugged each other and drifted off to sleep, where the fires of their passion would remain burning in their dreams.

Rachel continues her story:

Sorry for that brief interlude, but I just had to try out that dildo. Now that I have had a quick shower and cooled off my hunger for the dildo I can get back to the story. However the imitation of daddy’s cock dildo did give me a good frame of reference for what happened next.

Now my hunger satisfied and dressed in a clean pair of panties on with the story. There I was totally naked waiting for my daddy to turn around but I was not as nervous as I would have been if I was still wearing my panties.

Kayla was standing a few feet from me and she was also wearing nothing but a smile. Daddy turned around. He looked at me and smiled but when his eyes fell on my small crotch he looked stunned.

I turn now to my sister, “Kayla, what did you say it was called when you write something and you want to stop and hold the audience' attention?”

“, ,” she smiled, “it’s called the pregnant pause.”

“Thanks, Sis.”

Nine months’ pregnant pause.-----------------------------------------------------------------------!

Finally Kayla broke the pause and spoke, “Daddy,” she said, “Why don’t I show Rachel about eating pussy? It will make her really wet easier-----”

I had no idea what 'eating pussy' intimated but I interrupted Kayla and added, “Yeah Daddy, if I am really wet it will be easier for you to get your big snake all the way into my little mouse hole, won’t it?”

Daddy hesitated. I drew courage from my sister who said, “I’ll be on the bottom and you can be on top.”

“And daddy can watch,” I added.

I could see daddy wanted to say something but I walked over to him, put my arms around his waist, hugged him tight and said, “Daddy, I love you.”

I guess at that moment both me and my daddy knew we were committed to making love to each other. He picked me up, held me in his arms, and kissed me like I had never been kissed by daddy before. He put his tongue into my mouth.

At first his big tongue felt strange in my little mouth but I wrapped my legs around him and sucked on his tongue until I heard Kayla say, “I am ready, Daddy.”

We stopped kissing and daddy carried me to his bed. As daddy lowered me onto the bed, I could not help but think that in this same king-size bed daddy made love to my mother and now he was going to make love to me.

It made me miss my mommy just a twinge, but my daddy was already my mother, father and now my soon-to-be pimp daddy lover. Kayla told me to get on my hands and knees with my honey pot right over her head.

I did what my sister told me to do and there I was looking at my sister’s pussy. I had seen her honey pot before but never this close up. “Remember where my button was?” my sister asked me.

“Yes.”

“Good, now lick all up and down my crack and you will know when it's time to start licking my clit.”

I paused just for a moment thinking, "Wait a minute, don’t we pee from there too?" But Kayla had no such worry and when I felt her tongue on my slit it sent little shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.

I lowered my head and licked the round rosy spot on my sister’s bald slit. I now knew why it was rosy, it was from the hard fucking her ‘No daddy don’t fuck me date’ had given her.

I wanted to get a better look at what was actually inside a honey pot. So I took my fingers and gently opened my sister's slit. When she was open I looked into her tube. I did not know what I was expecting to see inside my sister’s pussy, but what I saw was a complete surprise to me.

The inside of my sister’s cunt looked like a small, fleshy, pink mountain range. But the thing that surprised me the most was that her opening was not that big at all. I touched one of my sister's pink peaks.

It was kind of smooth but slightly grainy. I decided to taste my sister’s insides. I put my tongue into my sister's little box and licked. I was trying to figure out just what the inside of my sister's cunt tasted like when I felt her tongue enter my little mouse hole.

It was the first time I had something inside of me and it was my own sister’s tongue. I knew now was the time to find my sister's button. I pushed my tongue deep inside my sister’s pussy.

I put my whole mouth onto my sister's cunt and pressed up and out, with my tongue striking my sister's clit.

“Well,” daddy said watching us, “Rachel, I guess you don’t need pussy eating lessons.”

I did not want to take my mouth off my sister’s honey pot, so instead I shook my head ‘no’ and licked Kayla’s cunt at the same time. Out from its hiding place my sister’s clit jumped out begging me to suckle it.

I put my small lips onto my sister’s clit and still trying to put a name to my sister’s juices I suckled on her clit. Did it taste like chicken? No not that. Did it taste like hamburger? No not that. Did it taste like fish? No not quite, but it smelled a little fishy.

It had an aroma and taste all its own. But as my legs began to twitch I decided to call it, and shouted, “KALYA----JUI---!” as my little mouse hole exploded with orgasm.

“RACHEL -----JUICE!” My sister screamed with her own orgasm.

Dizzy with pleasure we continued to drive each other to orgasm until my daddy said, “Rachel, it’s time.”

"Time for what?" I wondered, but soon remembered what daddy was talking about. I lifted my head from my sister's throbbing cunt and said, “Yes daddy, make love to me.”

I was drunk with orgasm as my daddy picked me up and held me in his arms. “Kayla,” he said, “put the pillows in the middle of the bed.”

“Yes, daddy.” she replied as she did that.

When daddy put my butt on the pillow my orgasms were subsiding and I was starting to sober up. I looked up and saw my daddy’s big snake. It must have grown that big while daddy was watching us girls make love to each other's pussies.

"My," I thought, "what a nice big snake my daddy has for my little mouse hole. Big snake, you look lonely out there. I’ll take you into my little mouse hole, all the way in."

I felt daddy spread my pussy lips. I looked down and watched the head of that giant snake squeeze into my little mouse hole. Daddy looked concerned. I looked into daddy’s eyes and said, “Daddy, I love you.”

“I love you too, Rachel.” My daddy smiled.

Whoosh---That huge snake ate my little hymen in just one big gulp. Slithering, daddy’s big snake stretched my little mouse hole. "Surely," I thought, "that big snake is going to push right out of my belly button, maybe even come out of my mouth."

Pushing, flexing, slithering its way deeper into my little mouse hole, daddy's snake crept into me. Something spasmed open inside me and the snake head slipped through a new opening. Oh it hurt alright. But in spite of the burning pain I never stopped smiling at my daddy, my lover.

Then I heard Kayla shout, “You did it, You did it, Rachel!”

“Did what?" I thought. I looked at my sister who was grinning at me.

Daddy kissed my lips and said, “You got all of my big snake into your little mouse hole.”

“I did?” I said with surprise. I looked down. Sure enough, there was a huge bulge in my tummy all the way up to my belly button and daddy’s cock was buried all the way into my little honey pot!

Daddy put his elbows on the bed keeping most of his weight off of me. He lowered his head and kissed me. I opened my mouth and sucked on my daddy’s tongue with my little mouse hole stretched beyond the limits for a little girl like me, stuffed full with my daddy’s big snake.

As we kissed, daddy’s big snake stretched my little mouse hole and the burning pain subsided. Slowly daddy moved that big snake rubbing my little button with each snake stroke.

I now knew what Kayla meant by 'later' and that yearning that was deep inside of me was more than satisfied by daddy’s big snake. My little mouse hole was hypnotized by that wonderful snake and it exploded with lots of Rachel juice.

I felt that big old snake get bigger and even bigger stretching my little mouse hole to the breaking point, then it erupted with gobs and gobs of daddy’s snake juice.

Daddy’s big snake shrank to normal size which in itself was very big. It slipped out of my juicy honey pot with a wet plopping sound. He picked me up and carried me to his bathroom. He filled up the tub with warm water. That warm water sure felt good on my, now bigger than my sister's, rosy spot.

The three us had a lot of fun playing in that tub. Later I watched daddy put his big snake into Kayla’s mouse hole, making love to her. Good thing I remembered that the next day was Saturday because we were in that tub until one in the morning making love to one another.

On Saturday morning 5-year-old Megan joined us in daddy’s bed. She never had a clue that we had just made love to daddy. We went out for pancakes together. Later when we were alone again daddy told me about his plans for Father Pierre, that is if the man met certain stringent requirements.

Rachel’s first date:

Kayla told me her first date was a rather boring affair, a standard 'half and half'. Just in case some readers don’t understand the meaning of 'half and half', Kayla told me to tell you it was half a suck and half a fuck. In other words she sucked the guy and then he fucked her. Anyway, on with my first date.

Pimp daddy checked out Father Pierre. Exactly what that entailed pimp daddy never told me. He only said that Father Pierre would make an excellent first client for me, and all we had to do was convince the good father.

Pimp daddy bought me a plain white confirmation dress with shoes and socks to match. The dress looked very pale compared to the dress daddy had already purchased for that special day.

He called Father Pierre and told him I would be unable to attend my dress rehearsal. The good father did exactly as pimp daddy said he would. He set up a personal dress rehearsal just for me.

I thought that was a nice thing for the father to do just for me but pimp daddy told me it was all business. I practiced really hard sucking my pimp daddy’s big cock and fucking him like I would a client.

It was only a small part of my training to be an escort. My pimp daddy told me if I could fuck him like a client I would never have a problem separating clients from the real thing. And to this day I never have had a problem with fucking or sucking clients and separating that from making love to daddy and my three sisters.

When the day for my dress rehearsal and first date with Father Pierre arrived I was more than ready. Pimp daddy dropped me off at the rectory. I was wearing the plain white cotton dress that pimp daddy bought me and I was carrying a little white purse.

Inside the purse was a miniature beeper. It was my panic button. All I had to do was press the button on the beeper and pimp daddy would be there in less than five minutes. Kayla had the same type of device and she carried it with her on every date pimp daddy made for her.

I knocked on the rectory door and a minute later Father Pierre opened the door and said, “Good evening, Rachel.”

I of course was a little bit nervous but I smiled and said, “Good evening, Father.”

“Come on in," Father Pierre said.

“Yes, Father.”

At that time we lived in a small parish and Father Pierre was the only priest who lived in the rectory. Father Pierre showed me to his bedroom which I thought was a little odd but my pimp daddy had told me to expect that.

Together we said the prayers and I told Father Pierre everything I was supposed to do for my confirmation. Then Father Pierre said, “Rachel, it's time for me to hear your confession.”

“Yes Father,” I said and knelt down. I began, “Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been eight days since my last confession. I have no sins to report, Father.”

“Good Rachel, what about impure thoughts?”

“None Father, not a single one.”

“Very good, Rachel. Now I must see your panties to be sure.”

“But Father?”

“Rachel. If you wish to be confirmed you must show me your panties.”

“Okay Father,” I answered. I stood up and pulled up my dress.

Father Pierre's eyes practically bulged out of his head. “Rachel!” he said, “You're not wearing panties!”

“I tried to tell you, Father but you did not want to listen,” I said with a smile and dropped my dress.

A strange smile appeared on Father Pierre's face. Later I came to know that smile very well, it was a lustful smile. Father Pierre gazed at me in my little white dress. He smiled that lustful smile and said, “Rachel, there is a special confirmation for special girls like you.”

“There is, Father?” I said, playing the game as my pimp daddy told me to do.

“Yes, Rachel.”

Oh darn, I think I am running out of ink. I guess you will have to wait until I get a new pen to read about my truly perverted confirmation. ,

 PS: You will definitely want to stay tuned for my story too. Who am I? Gee whiz folks, I am Megan, the baby of the family!

To be continued.

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