John Fine - Sexy little sister

"That could be it then," said Liddy finally, taking her fingers from her moist quim and licking them.

"But remember, it's just a possibility. Just because it's the only solution we've thought of doesn't mean it's right. There might be alternatives we haven't considered."

"OK chief," responded Liddy in play, "now for the second part, the ‘why', the motive. And that's easy-an easy fuck, and a sadistic, malicious fuck at that."

"Yet it's not that easy," jumped in Cindy. "If they were just after a lay they could have picked some girl up and just screwed her. It might be a little difficult sometimes, but there's always some girl around willing to get gang-banged. Either for free or profit."

"Liddy's example number one," spoke up Suzie, pointing her finger at the girl's huge naked breasts, "any time, any way." The three of them laughed good naturedly at the younger girl's observation.

"Correct, a good example," continued the older sister. "Now, number two, the girls were not simply abducted by a bunch of weirdoes for their sexual pleasure."

"But why not?" asked Suzie, not following her sister at this point.

"Because, those cases are normally spontaneous-and we've already seen that the pattern is that the girls had a specific motive in leaving without telling their parents where they were going, which required planning on the part of the killers. The abductors may be weirdoes and perverts, but they're doing this for a purpose. Their selecting their victims in advance. Otherwise they'd just kidnap some girl off the street."

"Maybe they're ritual slayings then," suggested Suzie. "Like the one we saw on TV last week-a bunch of devil worshippers, Satanists."

Cindy thought this was a good idea, but Liddy squelched it. "I've studied ritual sex some," she said in an authoritative voice, "and in almost every case there are additional mutilations-usually knife wounds of a specific design-on the stomach or forehead, or both-and their sex parts were all that were mutilated. Right?"

"Right," said Cindy appreciatively. "There were other cuts and bruises, but not in a pattern. So it's probably not a ritual murder. At least not a traditionally known ritual."

For a few minutes the girls sat thinking quietly. In a disappointed voice Liddy finally broke in. "So it leaves us with nothing."

"No, not nothing," responded Cindy carefully. "The most probably solution seems to be a bunch, at least two or three, sadistic murderers who calmly sit down and plot these girls' abduction, rape and death. And maybe in a ritualistic manner, but not a traditional ritual."

Liddy shuddered at that. There was certainly no fun in that kind of sex. But dutifully she wrote down Cindy's last conclusion on a piece of paper, hoping to think about it some more later. None of the girls seemed to be satisfied with this answer.

Tired from their mental exertions Liddy laid herself back against Cindy's warm body. In response the older sister began to lovingly stroke the seventeen-year-olds long blonde hair. "I wish you were a boy, Liddy, with a cock as big as your boobs."

"Oh, so do I!" added Suzie, beginning to gently caress the teenager's abundant bottom.

"I don't," giggled Liddy. "Boys have to go hunt for a piece of ass. Sometimes they go days without it. All a girl has to do is let ‘em know it's available. I'd hate to have to go very long without… say! Maybe all that careful thought you gave to that murder case is rubbing off on me. I've got an idea.'

"About the murderers?" asked the girls enthusiastically.

"No, about some hard pecker for you two. You won't fuck the boys in town. Right?"

"Right!" the sisters answered, not quite as enthusiastically as they had about the slayers, but almost.

"And you won't fuck your father?"

"Of course not. You know how he'd feel if we even made an advance," answered Cindy, a little irritated by the intimacy of the question.

"And he won't let you go to the other towns in the evenings without a good reason?"

"Only a very good reason, and usually with an escort. He doesn't want us out at nights with people we-or rather he-doesn't know."

"And since you can't fuck a man in the family, in the town or out of town, then you have go go without. Right?"

"Right again," the two girls answered unanimously.

"Wrong, very wrong," responded Liddy. "There's more than one man in your family."

"You mean Joey?" Cindy asked incredulously. "Why he's only eleven. He couldn't…

"And even if he could, he wouldn't. He's too tied up in his model planes," interrupted Susie contemptuously.

"He doesn't even know girls are alive," started Cindy again. "We accidentally caught him masturbating once and it almost embarrassed the shit out of him."

"OK, that was two years ago," muttered Joey from outside the door, "damned those sisters. I'd at least show Liddy what I could do." Joey was genuinely pissed off at what he overheard his sisters say. But not literally pissed off-he was far too hard for that. "You ought to see the pictures I got stashed away in those model plane boxes," he growled softly.

"He won't even look at a girl," added Susie. "He was asked to go to Mary Jo's birthday party last week, and refused. He spent the whole evening in his room alone."

"That pimply faced little crack, Mary Jo. Damned right I didn't go. I got her panties down finally last summer and she nearly cried her head off. Never did give me a chance to stick it in."

"But listen," argued Liddy, "if you caught him masturbating then that's proof he got some sexual desires. And at eleven he's probably got a good hard-on if he's as sexually precocious as you two. After all, he is your brother."

"And he wouldn't tell your Daddy either. And you'd have some fine cock always available. Nobody would know, and maybe he'd even give me some."

Outside the door Joey was panting almost as hard as he was rubbing his peter. The fact that he was still a virgin at eleven wasn't his fault.

"Nonsense, Liddy," continued Cindy, "he's just a child. He couldn't satisfy us if he wanted to." The older sister's face still showed her ridicule of the idea, but it was obvious that Suzie was beginning to think twice.

"Maybe he could," she whispered excitedly to her sister, "I've seen boys get a good hard-on at that age. I think Joey would keep it secret. He's pretty mature that way."

"He probably could keep a secret, but I'd bet he'd be so scared he couldn't fuck us if he could get it up," replied Cindy, still unwilling to take Liddy's suggestion seriously. Unfortunately they were talking loudly enough for the second time that evening they failed to hear the rhythmic spatter of Joey's come against their door. Otherwise the sister's foolish ideas about their younger brother's naivety would have soon be abandoned.

"Tell you what girls," said Liddy, standing up and stretching her large stacked body, "if you'll let me, I'll go to his room and find out."

The sisters looked at her startled, and then with worry in their eyes.

"I don't mean I'll rape him or force him," the big blonde laughed, "I'll just see if he responds at all. I'll let him make the first moves-if he doesn't, then no hard feelings."

"And if he does?" queries Cindy.

"Then I'll fuck him, and no hard feelings. And then I'll bring him in here and let you fuck him. How's that?"

There was a long pause as the two sisters stared first at their friend and then at each other. Outside the door Joey hastily wiped his spent come off their door, eagerly hoping they'd agree to Liddy's proposal. There was no question he was ready.

Finally Cindy answered for both of them. "OK, Liddy, if you think so. But be very careful you don't scare him. You let him take the initiative, all the way. And if he doesn't don't do anything. Understand?"

Joey was delirious with joy. Nothing in his eleven years had pleased him as much as the turn of events had just taken. God damned right he'd fuck her. And his two sisters as well.