Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

She knew that he had not stopped because when she regained her senses she found that he had filled her virgin well to overflowing and that could only have happened if he kept on to completion.

She was alone on the bed when she woke and she was sore, filled with pain and the fruits of Leo's eager rutting. She moved her legs and they were filled with pain and stiffness. She stood, shaking, weeping, feeling the slippery wetness sliding down on her thighs. She walked on legs that felt like stilts and when she reached the bathroom she sat and wept for a long time while the dregs of an undesired orgy slowly drained from her body.

She found Joyce's vaginal syringe and she used that to cleanse herself and she felt a bit refreshed when she saw that she had stopped bleeding. She took a shower and then she went into the kitchen for a glass of milk.

Leo and her mother were stark naked, asleep on her bed. Norma put the lights out and went back to her mother's bed, her head swirling, her loins aching with a brand new heaviness and pain. She was aware of thinking that it was lucky that Lily had not been home, but then, Lily would have managed to escape somehow. Or maybe she would not have escaped. Norma knew, too, that she would have to leave. If she tried to stay with her mother any more she would become Leo's plaything and Norma couldn't have that. She wouldn't have that. She couldn't imagine why so many people were hung up on the sex kick. There wasn't that much to it, and she didn't enjoy it at all. She knew that Leo had forced her into many orgasms but if there had been moments of ecstasy they were gone forever. All that she could remember was the pain.

She left home the next day.

She got very little sleep that night. There was too much to think about, there was too much pain. She slept fitfully after the beginning of dawn and when she finally woke, Joyce and Leo were gone.

Both had to go to work; Lily would be in school. Norma was all finished with school. She would run away and get a job and work and support herself and she would send for Lily when she had some money and could guarantee her a future.

It was all surprisingly easy once she began to make the big change in her life. She had almost three hundred dollars in a savings account, a fund that she had been building for a car, but she took it all from the bank. Then she began looking for a place to life.

She found the ad in the paper for the guest house and that appealed to her because it was in a far end of the city. She went there by bus and the agent took her to see the little house and she fell in love with it. The rent was inexpensive and she was able to move right in. A few days later, in the afternoon, she called home and got a chance to talk privately with Lily who was very unhappy and begged Norma to take her in with her. Norma refused because she feared difficulties with the school authorities.

Three weeks later, Joyce and Leo died in an auto crash and Norma realized that she was going to have to look after Lily. Norma was all that Lily had left in the way of folks.

Norma helped Lily move in and get set up in the local junior high school. Norma had a job and the future looked to be quite bright and encouraging.

Norma was in the bathtub. She sat forward and turned on the hot water, hoping to warm the mass that she was sitting in. She had bathed herself but felt like soaking and relaxing. She was filled with a sense of well-being; she had already forgiven Leo and Joyce for the terrible things that they had done to her.

Lily was thriving now, going to school and helping her with the household chores. Norma was beginning to forget some of the horror of the night she had spent with Leo and Joyce and she was glad that she had been able to get Lily to stay with her so that she could sort of keep an eye on her. Lily was such a pretty little thing and she didn't really seem to be thirteen, but nature seemed to know that the little blonde bombshell was growing up. She smiled as she thought about the twin lovelies on Lily's chest. She was so careful about hiding them but every little once in a while Lily would wear a tight sweater and no bra and the small, thrusting breasts could be guessed at and the rest of Lily was quite inflammatory, too. Norma was convinced that Lily was a very lovely young girl, and if she needed confirmation of her judgement she could see it in the eyes of the men who looked at Lily whenever they got the chance.

She was glad that it was Saturday and she decided that she would stop soaking in the tub.

She stood up and turned on the shower for a moment to rinse her body, then she got out and as she began toweling her body dry she became aware of a new and delightful sensation alive and tingling everywhere in her body. She was suddenly sexually aroused, caught in the grip of a heavy, throbbing voluptuous sensuality that was quite alien to her. She was very sensitive everywhere and when she began drying her crotch an overpowering urge to slip her finger inside came to her and she was unable to resist the urge. She slipped her finger deep inside her tight little sexual sheath and as the sensitive flesh responded to her touch, she began to shake and shudder and then she felt the hot, quickening sensation, the crawling, squirming eels of sensual splendor begin their insidious work and her finger began a pistonlike motion that quickly culminated in a frenzied, bursting orgasm and as she felt the tiny, trickling sensations within her body, she sobbed and grasped the washstand as her body shook and vibrated cruelly with a brand new convulsion.

She was weak when it was all over and she was ashamed of her venality, her quick surrender to erotic excitement. She would have to ignore such inclinations in the future. She would have to set a good example for Lily who was a child in many ways: not yet sixteen, and filled with all of the sexual drives that had destroyed her mother, and Norma would not tolerate that kind of a life for either of them.

Joyce was dead now and all of the evil yearnings that had been a part of Joyce and her hedonistic attitudes would be dead, too. Norma knew that she was not going to be involved with sexual matters, not the way that she was made. She was quite willing to believe that she could become excited sexually, perhaps she had sat in the bath water for too long and that had aroused her. She did not know what had activated her glands and her senses but she would certainly make sure that it did not happen again.

She had Lily to look after. Norma had a job and a future and she was not going to take any chances.

She had no interest at all in love.

Dressed in shorts and a halter, Norma went into the kitchen and began fixing breakfast. She looked in on Lily and stood for a moment or two in the doorway looking at her pretty little sister in bed. Lily's nightie clung to her chest and she could practically see the sharp little breasts. hey were like two large halves of lemons, standing out on the immature ribcage. Norma turned away quickly, alarmed by the warmth beginning to burn in her loins. It upset her to realize that she was being affected by the beauty of her own sisters chest! That was ridiculous.

Lily's lissome young legs were clearly limned beneath the thin covers on the bed and Norma was amazed by the simple allure of the young girl's shapely legs and grown-up thighs. Lily's cute little butt was almost visible and Norma smiled as she remembered the bewitching curves of the young buttocks.

Lily was really a glowing, radiant little. blonde bombshell and Norma was not really able to scold or control her. She loved Lily and she wanted only the very best for her.

Norma was still busy with breakfast in the kitchen when the doorbell shattered the early morning silence. She opened the door and a handsome young man with long blond hair was standing on the back porch. He smiled at her and she was amazed at the quality of femininity he seemed to exude.