Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

She was glad when she could get their cocks out of her mouth and as her lips resumed their usual shape she decided that she wasn't really that much impressed with sucking two at a time. One at a time would suffice for her.

Carol's nimble tongue was doing quick, and marvelous things to her flesh and she could feel herself building up to a massive orgasm and Carol, knowing what she was achieving for Lily, kept on and on. The boys were close to her, each of them sucking one of her breasts and she had a cock in each hand. She began to hear the wild, keening sounds that she was making and she wished that she could build up to the big one with a certain ladylike grave and quiet, but she could not, and she knew, as they did, that when she finally began coming, she would whinny like a horse and keep right on making the wild, crazy sounds until her body achieved its purposes and her glands burst and spilled all over the place.

She felt the rising tides of ecstasy beginning in her loins and her senses glowed and sparkled and then she began to make the shrill whinnying sounds and her whole being exploded.

And, for her, that was the big one.

The nicest one of all.

The bright morning sunlight in her room snapped Norma awake with a sudden fearful conviction that she had forgotten to do something that was very important. For a moment she had no idea what she could have forgotten and then she recalled her nocturnal date with Adam Wright.

She had slept right through the night and her dreams had been lurid, erotic and decidedly stimulating. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs even before she moved her thighs. She was sopping and that distressed her. It was bad enough that she should have such horrid dreams, but when a nice girl could have such dreams and react to them with all of the outward signs of an aroused sexuality, it was particularly awful.

She got out of bed and when she checked the alarm clock she saw that it had gone off and she had slept right through it. That was very unusual for her. She was usually the type who woke just a few minutes before the alarm went off. But that had not happened this time. She had no idea why she should have slept right on past the alarm.

She wondered if Adam Wright would be angry. If he would arrest her, too, along with the others. She didn't think that he would.

While she was dressing she decided that she would have to make another trip to the library again. Somewhere along the way, she was sure, she would see Adam Wright. And, she would get the chance to explain things to him. And, of course, they would meet again in the carriage house that night and perhaps he would want to hold her and kiss her. She remembered the things that she had done with Adam Wright and she could feel all of her skin prickling and the sudden heat in her cheeks made her cringe. And then she was angry, furious with herself because she could not accept sex as something that two people could share and enjoy without shame or embarrassment. But, she couldn't do it that way. She had to blush and tremble and struggle against unknown forces and even as she surrendered, she faced the tacit suspicion that she had yearned to be forced or coerced into a sexual activity right along.

She began to feel the creeping, crawling excitements, building within her and she decided that there would be an easy way to thwart such inclinations. She would step into the shower and by the time the water had drenched her and cleansed her, she would be able to breakfast with the others on an equal footing.

They were all so calm, so self-assured and she thought sometimes that she hated them because they were so strong, so powerful. Lily was very much like them and becoming more so all the time. She would have to do something about Lily. Of course, she had pretty well made sure that Adam did not arrest Lily, along with the others, but she felt that there was more that she should do about Lily. Like get her interested in the good things of life. Lily was only interested in boys these days. And, that, of course, could be very dangerous for a thirteen-year-old girl with a body like Lily's. She had seen the way men looked at Lily. She had even known several moments of envy, too.

She stretched and when she walked into the bathroom she was conscious of feelings that were very much out of place in her body. She was turned on sexually, somehow, and she hurried to get into the shower and get under the water so she wouldn't have to do that dreary business with the fingers, just so that she could think.

She defeated her own purposes, actually, because the water was warm and when she soaped her body she naturally used the soap and the washcloth there, too, and just rubbing her supersensitive flesh there made her come and she stood, leaning against the slick walls, while

the weakening orgasm swept through her and almost robbed her of the ability to stand. That was another thing. She was sure that the orgasms she experienced were much more strenuous than other people experienced. She was nearly wiped out completely every time she had a good orgasm. Of course, she was able to enjoy them and sometimes, like now, she would get so overcome with sensual and sexual urgings she just had to do something.

She stood under the harsh cascade of water and as the stinging spray touched her breasts and her pubic region, she could feel a rising tide of sensual pleasure in her body and she knew that she was trembling, shaken anew by more stimulation. A sense of utter degradation came to her as she used her fingers to relieve herself again. She was becoming a voluptuary, a girl who could find great erotic bliss in horrid dreams and she was a real fake. She could find great sexual pleasures in the things that she would dream about, and she could do things with Adam Wright, but in her heart of hearts, or wherever cowards really lived, she was still the ice maiden and she would always be the ice maiden. That thought frightened her, somehow.

She dressed carefully and when she went downstairs to breakfast she found the others already eating. Carol and Lily had done some marvelous things to eggs and bacon and there was lots of fresh coffee and she was sure that she was starving.

She began with some coffee and Carol fixed eggs and bacon for her and she began eating, knowing that the others were looking at her, admiring her, and she was quietly glad that she had taken such pains with her makeup and her grooming.

"I think I'd better go to the library again," she said. "There are some new reference books I think I'd better take out so I can pretty well authenticate some of these things."

Lennie leaned back in the booth. He stretched his long arms up over his head and when he shook his head at her he was grinning.

"No need for that now," he said, amiably. "We just about finished with what we got to do here. Me and the boys will load everything that is worth anything into the panel truck and we will take it out and sell it. We are just about ready to blow this place. We will call in a real estate agent and let him sell the place now."

While she took a sip of coffee, Norma did some thinking. She wondered what sort of plans, if any, Lennie had for her and Lily. She decided that she would ask.

Lennie had an answer ready for her. He sat back in the booth, a big smile on his face, a cigarette curling smoke between his fingers, and he seemed to be trying to be especially nice to her. Lily was sitting in the booth, only a few feet away and she was watching as Norma listened to Lennie.

"Things have changed a bit for us, honey," Lennie said. "Like we figured that it would take weeks for you to make the inventory, but it only takes a few days, so we will pay you like for five weeks. That way, Carol and the boys and I can go our way and-you and Lily can move back into the guest house. But, a lot richer. It wont be a loss for you, anyway. We expected to stay here a lot longer but some things have come up and we want to move along."