Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 06:39:39 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Mandy the Missionary Girl-chapter 8

As previously mentioned, this story concerns incestuous hanky-panky
between underage siblings. And it can only get worse. Or depending on
how you look at it, better, but regardless, if such materials are
illegal due to your place of residence or age, then please do not
continue.

It has been almost four months since the last installment of Mandy and
for a while I was going to leave it at that, but then I suppose I did
foreshadow things being taken a step or so further. And after thinking
it over, I had to admit that any eyebrows that might have been raised
would probably have already been raised to their utmost after chapter
7 anyway...

So why not?


                     Mandy the Missionary Girl
                              Chapter 8


The next day (Thursday) I was grounded. You would think a whipping
would be enough, but I was grounded for the rest of the WEEK! Which
was just three days, but still... that put a damper on things.

Or at least it could've. Because, after all, our parents didn't get
home from work until a little past five. So Thursday afternoon after
school we wrestled for about 30 minutes and that was long enough to
get hot and bothered, because neither of us had clothes on. Not a
stitch. And I was tickling between her legs. So he novelty sure hadn't
worn off, because she started getting damp again. But then she sat on
my face. "I canth BREATH-TH..downth herth! ... Mandy, cuth it OUTH!"

It was still interesting, though. Because, just like before, her
thighs were soft and warm and she was soft and a little squishy down
between her legs.

Only she was just about to smother me. And me trying to yell only
tickled her. In a good way. For HER it was good, for me... well, it
wasn't HORRIBLE, but it did seem like there might be a better way of
going about it.

But she ended up having another orgasm. Because she wouldn't get OFF
until I gave her one.  And if it hadn't been for the time, she
probably wouldn't have let me up until she had a BIG one.

So I was a little put out. For one thing, I still didn't really get to
see it happen. And then there was the simple fact that I was grounded
while Mandy was going to spend Friday night at Julie's. I was almost
thinking about swearing girls off altogether.

Friday, though, I changed my mind again. After work on Friday was when
my folks did their grocery shopping and they weren't going to be home
until almost seven.  So I guessed I could at least watch TV. See, when
I was grounded that was a no-no. Well, what they didn't know wouldn't
hurt them. Really, that was about all I COULD do, because right after
school Nicky had left with his folks for the weekend.

Only Julie and Mandy decided they'd keep me company for awhile. So on
one hand I was a bit apprehensive thinking about BOTH of them ganging
up on me, but on the OTHER hand...  I hadn't seen Julie naked since
Saturday. And that was only once. Even if it was for a pretty long
time. Soo...  if I had to be a sex slave, well... hmmm. As long as
they didn't SMOTHER me or anything. Because I hadn't REALLY gotten a
good look. Not down there, I hadn't, and like I said, it looked a
little different.

"So," said Julie as we were walking from the school bus stop, "where
would be a good place to capture Mandy?"

"Umm.. what? ... You mean me and"- (and I'm almost positive I started
blushing) (and yes, it was a totally unexpected turn of events) - "you
are going to... I mean -"

"Yeah!" said Julie excitedly, "you and Nicky and me are going to
capture your sister! ... And she's going to be wearing old clothes
again. That ring a bell?"

"Well, umm, Nicky's gone for the weekend. They left right after school let out."

"Oh." And she thought about it for a few seconds, then she said, "So
nobody's going to be home, right? So we can still use the barn,
right?"

"Well, we have to change OUR clothes first, don't we?" (And I was
wondering exactly what she was going to change INTO. Or out of. An
interesting thought, actually. MAYBE we could just go.. Oh MAN!! Me
and Julie NAKED?)

"Oh, we'll go like we are. See, we go first, then Mandy comes in just
a little bit, soon as she changes. But we'll just take our clothes off
in the barn. ... How's that sound?"

"Sounds.. I guess it sounds OK," I stammered.

"Well, let's go, then! I'll race you!" By the time we got to Nicky's,
I was completely out of breath. And I was feeling a little guilty
because he wasn't there. When he found out what he'd missed out on...
(!!)... But maybe later. We'd make it up to him somehow. I hoped.

But when she started undressing in the barn, well, I couldn't BELIEVE
it! Just me and Julie and she was getting NAKED! Just me and HER! And
she was giggling! WOW!

Except all I'd gotten off was my shirt and I was fumbling with my
belt, but then I remembered that I had to take my shoes off first -

"Hey," she giggled, "you want me to help you?"

"Uh... Well, I -"

"OK. Be still."

I was shaking like a leaf. Julie was undressing me and she was NAKED!

Well, it was pretty interesting, anyway. But I guess I should get to
the good part. Even if right at that moment I didn't see how it could
POSSIBLY get any better. When she pulled my undies down, she said,
"Cute," and gave it a quick squeeze. And then she gave me a little
peck on my cheek! I was in LUV.

Then I followed her up. And now I was in lust. It's probably not a
good idea to follow a naked girl up a ladder. Or at least it's not
completely SAFE.

But it sure was interesting.

Anyway, about five minutes later, here came Mandy in an old granny
dress that came down almost to her ankles. Carrying a handbag and
humming "Onward Christian Soldiers" again. She climbed up into the
loft and then Julie jumped out and started RIPPING at her dress.
PANTIES! Mandy went, "Oh NOOOO, PLEASE, NOO!" and I snapped to, raced
over to where the commotion was and GRABBED the back of her panties
and yanked! I always wanted to do that. Meanwhile, RIPPP... and that
took care of her dress and she didn't have a bra on either - (This was
FUN!) - and she was hollering and shrieking and I was sort of
thinking, "Hey, wait a minute, how's she going to get home, in her
PANTIES??" and then Julie said, "Hey Seth, let's give her a wedgie!"

So OK, I yanked the back of her panties back UP. WA-AY up. Then RIPPP,
there was a cut place in one of the leg bands  and ... and no, she
wasn't going home wearing her panties either. Or at least not those.
But when they started ripping, I actually quivered. It was AWESOME! I
wish I could describe it better, like her nipples were quivering and
jiggling and so was her butt and she was soft and warm and wiggling
frantically and hollering... and Julie was naked and her boobs were
bouncing some and I touched her ass and it was soft and warm and felt
really good... but there was just so much to take IN,  it's hard to
put into words, is all.

But anyway. We tied her to a post and started torturing her. Julie
said she was real ticklish. Which actually I knew already, but I was
tickling under her arms and Julie was tickling her sides. So it wasn't
long until she was almost shrieking, but she was TRYING to tell us to
STOP, because if we didn't, we were going to make her wet! But we
didn't pay one BIT of attention. Mandy was going, "No". "No DON'T!"
"PLEA-ZZE, DON'T!!" "OHH.." - then she got real red-faced, and -
"Well, I TOLD you!"

Well, at least I wasn't tickling her feet right when it happened. And
you know what? I hadn't seen that before EITHER.

And now you're shocked, I bet. Well, I sure was. And so was Mandy. Or
at least she sure LOOKED like it, but then Julie sobered up and said,
"Seth, get her handbag. There's some tissue in there, we got to get
her cleaned up." So it sort of makes me wonder. Maybe they planned on
it, but then with Mandy acting the way she did when HAPPENED... you
ever do anything that sounded good until you did it?

Well, whatever. We untied her and Julie tenderly cleaned her up. It
wasn't all that bad, because mostly she whizzed straight down. So
there was just a puddle dripping down through the cracks and I was
really wishing Julie had let ME clean her up...

But she wanted to go down on her. Except with Mandy standing with her
legs spread, I guess you should say she went UP. Only Mandy couldn't
take it for very long, I mean her legs were shaking pretty bad, so the
next thing I knew, she was on her back and they were sixty-nining!
Julie said (sort of breathlessly), "So now we're going to sixty-nine
for awhile, you know what that is?" and I said, "Well, I do now," and
then she asked me, "You and Nicky ever do that?" and I answered,
"Well..  not yet," and SHE said, "So you ought to try it."  And I
probably should start another paragraph, because now it's about to
REALLY get weird.

Julie said to me, "There's some Vaseline in her purse. So rub some on
your finger and then start rubbing it in my hole, all right? You know,
my butt?"

Well, I sure thought it was. Weird. I was like "!?... You... really...
want... me ??!!?!? to -"

"YES! ...OHHH!!" Julie replied - (Mandy must've hit good spot about
then) - "Time out. Time out!"

(She caught her breath.) Then she explained. Like the serpent
explained things to Eve in the Garden of Eden, I guess. She said,
"We've got more nerve endings back here than in our vaginas, you know
that?" - (No, I DIDN'T. I had no IDEA.) -  "And with boy...S - Mandy,
cut it out! I'm trying to EXPLAIN - COOL IT! - to Seth, all right? So
will you stop a minute?"

(And Mandy giggled and said OK, but to hurry up. So it looked like she
was over being embarrassed.)

So fine. I'll start ANOTHER paragraph. Julie explained that while boys
had just as many nerve endings back there as girls did, we ALSO had
something they DIDN'T and it was called our prostate gland. And she'd
heard hitting THAT was about like hitting a girl's G spot. Only
neither one of them had managed to find them, they were still looking.
So I remained as much in the dark about them as they were, but I
guessed I'd help them look if they wanted me to.  For their G spots, I
mean.

Julie really did have a nice ass. You think I was going to stick my
finger up her butt without getting a good feel of her ass first? I
snuck up on it. Where she wanted me to put my finger. It wasn't bad at
all, though. It just slid right in. But I wanted to finger somewhere
else.

"So can I put it... well, you know.. between your.. umm... up between your -"

"No, not yet, you can't," she said as authoritatively as she could
under the circumstances, "but in a LITTLE - Oh GOD!" - (I have no idea
who caused THAT one) - "... You WILL get a chance to... well, I'm busy
right now. And it's not polite to talk with your mouth full, so -"

"Well, you can TRY," said Mandy from down below.

But anyway, after it was over, Julie said she really had a good one
and I helped a lot. So I was thinking maybe I could try doing the
really big one for a minute or so. It sounded pretty reasonable to me.

"Well, that's good, so now can I -"

"Well, you CAN stick your tongue in. ... Ever do that?"

"He has by now," Mandy said.

"But you just had one, didn't you?... Orgasm? You just had one, so -"

"So you get to give me another one, then," and with that, she pulled
her legs wide open.

"You sure we got enough time?" I sort of wanted to do that too, but I
also wanted to look at it. Her labia minora seemed to take up more
space. And it was getting fairly pungent, too. Still not HORRIBLE, but
I was wondering. But if we had enough time, I would be glad to stick
my dick in there, just as a test. I mean, I was going to eventually,
that's what they said, so I wanted to know what it felt like.

But she said no, because once it was in, it might not want to come
back out. Maybe she couldn't even MAKE it come back out because she
would lack the willpower. WOW! Now that was something to THINK about!

"Well, how about if I just BARELY. Just a little, that's all."

She sniggered. "Just a little is all you can manage anyway. But no,
you can't. At least not yet, because FIRST you and Nicky -"

"But Nicky's not here, so -"

"So you'll just have to wait, then. Soon as you and Nicky -"

"Soon as we what?" I interrupted suspiciously.

"Well, you know when you pushed your finger in.. well, you see.." -
(snigger, snigger)- "Well, OK. Did you know that boys can... No, you
probably still DON'T. ... So maybe I shouldn't tell you about it.
Yet."

I just looked at her. Suspiciously, puzzled and worried, all in one
look. Not all at the exact same time, mind you, but I'm fairly sure
they were all there in rapid succession along with a few others I'm
not too sure about. Except for the slowly dawning recognition part.
But she COULDN'T mean THAT...

Could she?

"It's not NEARLY as bad as it sounds, though," she added. And that was
real reassuring. Although it could have been worse. She could have
said "it" was every BIT as bad as "it" sounded, or even WORSE...
and... and then the sun finally came up over the horizon. Recognition.
Oh-my-GOD!!

"I don't know," I said doubtfully. "You mean.. you mean..back... umm-"
(I started blushing) – "well... you know... but I don't think...
Nicky would -"

"Well, you could start out doing it between your thighs - that doesn't
sound so bad, does it?"

We'd pretty much done that much when we were practicing making out. So
yeah, I was fairly sure we could go that far.

"And you could push it up and down your cracks, too. You know, your
butt cracks? Does that sound so bad?"

No, it sounded fairly interesting, actually. And it would be ALMOST -

"Oh, I know what you're talking about NOW," Mandy interrupted
excitedly. "I wonder what it would feel like if they did US that way?"

"Not gawd AWFUL, I heard it's not too bad really, in fact some girls
do it that way to make sure they don't get pregnant. ... At least
that's what I heard, anyway, but -" then they both started giggling.
So I don't think ANY of us were all that sure about it. A finger is
one thing, but umm.. well, that was something else ENTIRELY!

But at ANY rate, Julie looked at her watch and announced, "It's right
now 4:50. So we've got plenty of time.  So Seth, let's see how good
you are," and with that she opened her legs even wider. Venus fly trap
effect. Slightly. (Sigh.)

But I did want to. Sooner or later, so... I did. I got some good
practice in too. I mean, just how many orgasms can they HAVE? (The
second one is better than the first one and then the THIRD is even
better and then..) - there are some drawbacks to being a sex slave.
But really, I learned some stuff. How I should start by flicking it
lightly with my tongue. Her clit. Then close my lips and tongue around
it and slowly suck on it. Then work a finger inside while I'm still
sucking. GENTLY. But that can be difficult when you're almost worn
out.

It was while I was busy with Mandy though that Julie stuck a greasy
finger inside MY hole and started moving it around and it felt...
interesting... and it was also feeling better in a strange sort of way
and then all at once... ZOWIE!

"I FOUND it!" exclaimed Julie triumphantly.

Well, it was about TIME. I was starting to wonder why in the WORLD I
had an erogenous zone back there in the FIRST place. I was thinking to
myself something like, "I hope she's -" (and then came the ZOWIE) –
"hav -" (zowie again) -"ing -" (and again) - "FUN!" - "(And AGAIN) -
"Oh shit!" ZOWIE!!

I still hadn't figured out why it was back there, though. But on the
other hand...

Well, I was going to let JULIE talk Nicky into it. And I was sure
sooner or later she would. If everything else failed, she could just
stick her finger up his butt.

(And in case you're wondering about it, Mandy did have some good
clothes to change into after all that was over.)

I was REALLY pooped that evening. Strangely subdued. Trying to fathom
Julie's assertion that sticking my dick where it was SUPPOSED to go
(inside her pussy) was the most wonderful feeling of all. Which after
all that had happened was hard to imagine, but I definitely wanted to
try it. More than ever. I didn't know how long I was going to have to
be a sex slave, but I guessed I'd be one for as long as it took.

Speaking of slavery, though, things took another turn for the worse
that evening when my father pointed out all the things he wanted done
in the garden the next day. Not much picking left, but there were all
sorts of things he wanted hoed down and under. Several hours at the
very least and he expected everything to be done by the time they got
back. My folks are off at work, it's a Saturday, it SHOULD have been
fun again, but noo. I hated that garden. I always did, but this seemed
ESPECIALLY cruel.

So around 9:30 I was hoeing and sweating and fuming (and thinking
about just doing it naked) when they showed up, and after explaining
the situation, they said they'd HELP me. Mandy and Julie. Although
there was a catch. But then you could hardly expect there not to be
one, right?

Although in light of what had happened the day before, just how much
weirder could it get, you might be asking yourself. Well, I'll tell
you. They wanted me to wear a DIAPER!

"We don't HAVE any diapers," I said. I was thinking disposables,
though. And of COURSE we didn't have any, I mean why on earth SHOULD
we?

"We can make you one like they did in the olden days," said Julie smugly.

"But why?"

"Because you're gonna be our baby," said Mandy.

And I just looked at them. Like, "what are you TALKING about?" But I
have to admit something. See, we had this OLD set of encyclopedias,
from around the early 50s. I thought they were interesting because WW
II was just barely over and they had pictures and all of B-29 bombers
and Packards and drive-in theaters and natives from Africa and the
Amazon who still ran around in loin clothes or less,- (so we're about
to reach the terrible secret part) - and there was no vaccine for
polio yet. There was a photograph of a boy not much younger than me
who had polio and braces on his legs and he was wearing what amounted
to a diaper. Complete with safety pins at the side. Just like in the
olden days. I don't guess I would have cared much for the polio part,
but I always thought it would be cool to have an excuse to run around
in just a diaper. I could try to figure out WHY, and I have some
theories about it, but never mind. Let's just leave it at this: The
way I looked it, if I had to work almost all day SATURDAY, well, maybe
I SHOULD come down with something.

Like perversity, for instance. THAT'LL teach him! "So what are y'all
going to be wearing?" I wondered.

"Aprons," said Julie brightly.

"Aprons?"

"And that's all," added Mandy.

Oh.

We all worked at a feverish pace, just hoeing up a storm. I did a
fairly good job, which was amazing, because looking at Julie's little
breasts bounce and quiver was distracting. And her and Mandy's butts
quivered, too. And lots of times they had to bend over. It's a wonder
I didn't chop my foot off.

I was very conscious of being in a diaper for about 15 or 30 minutes,
then I almost forgot about it. Wondering if and when I was going to do
what they WANTED me to do, though, was something else entirely. See,
they wanted to change me. And powder me and rub baby oil on and...
well, I told you it was weird, didn't I?

"But just don't poo-poo in your diaper, that's OUT," added Julie at one point.

Which probably should come as a relief to just about everybody.

So we hoed and hoed and dug and chopped and chopped. Sometimes one of
the girls would wipe their brows or something with their aprons. I
stopped hoeing whenever that happened. It was safer.

I finally thought, "Oh PHOOEY," around 10:30, I guess. I'd been sort
of hopping around for quite a while it seemed and a couple of times I
almost jerked my diaper down - "They're CRAZY if they think I'm
wetting myself, no WAY!" - but the problem was they were watching.
It's a wonder they didn't chop one of THEIR feet off. But finally I
thought, "Oh phooey", relaxed, and RELIEF!

It felt pretty good while I was doing it. And not just from the relief
standpoint, feeling that warmth spread across my middle caused an
almost immediate erection. "It's running down my leg! They can SEE it!
Oh, that feels NICE!"

For about thirty seconds it felt good, then it felt like YUCK! As in,
"I KNEW there was something bad about this, I just forgot how it felt,
that's all." Babies don't stay in a good mood for long when they wet
themselves, I mean, at FIRST they might look pretty happy about it,
but then it's like, well you know, "WAH!"

By the time we FINALLY got through I was hissing. It was NOT a good feeling.

But then them taking my wet diaper off and all - they rubbed
EVERYWHERE - was fun. I had two quivers. And then it was time for my
bath. COOL! They were still naked of course. They bathed me very
thoroughly, and paid a lot of attention to between my legs. Well, they
weren't the only ones who could have multiple orgasms. But still, I
wanted to give THEM a bath. And I was going to be thorough. Whether I
could do it without making them have another orgasm was a whole nother
question. But I did want to.

I ended up between Julie's legs with the back of my head resting
against her boobs. And Mandy was almost sitting on me. Facing me. So I
washed her face and under her arms. I washed her little puffy breasts
and her tummy and then her little puffies some more and then moved
down a little... (oh, let's skip down to her thighs and work back
up)... I mean, it was nice. I was hard as a nail again and it hadn't
been more than about five minutes since my last quiver. But I could
have almost as many as they could. Maybe it wasn't going to keep
feeling better and better, but sandwiched between them like I was, it
still seemed like it was going to be really good.

Oh, it WAS! Like I said, Mandy was almost sitting on me and she was
kind of opened up and when I started washing inside there, she started
scooting up. And even if I had wanted to, I couldn't move back because
of Julie. So it wasn't long until my stiffy was rubbing right between
her legs. I was washing her back, but I was kind of pulling her
towards me and all at once, it was like a magnetic attraction, my
straining little erection was acting almost like a DIVINING rod! And I
am not making this up. Honest!

Well, OK, it seemed like Julie was pushing me forward - she's really
wicked - but still, it almost felt like my dick was growing right
there in the tub. Which would be a pretty neat trick. But I was about
an INCH away and it just wanted in so BA-AD... GASP!

And then it was. In. Which should explain "GASP!" Along with "Oh-my-
oh MA-AN- oh my--" Well, it's hard to put into words. Warm, slippery,
like a soft warm slippery squirming glove... oh I give up.
It-was-WONDERFUL!

But it didn't really jump in, she sort of hunched up and sat on it. So
maybe she was feeling a magnetic attraction herself. Although she did
look startled. But she didn't try to extricate herself. I mean moving
up and down isn't trying very hard.

Did it REALLY fit like a warm slippery glove? Well, after she closed
her legs it did. It was a pretty tight fit. And did it really feel
squirmy? Well, yes. I wasn't sure if it was my dick squirming (it was
still trying to get in deeper) or her insides but... it was a joint
effort, I guess. Mandy was doing MOST of the work, slowly riding up
and down, but it just kept building slowly. It felt great when it
first went in and it kept feeling better ....  So you can just
imagine. It was AWESOME! .

So what did I learn from all this? Well, if the idea was to keep my
virginity (although I can't imagine WHY), then it wasn't a good idea
to let her get in the tub with me.

But once you've lost it, you've lost it, so you might as well do it
again, that's the way we looked at it and I got to do Julie less than
an hour after doing Mandy. And she sat on it, too. Thought it would be
a tighter fit that way, and I guess she was right. So that night I was
REALLY pooped.

I was sorry Nicky had to go fishing with his parents, but in another
way I really wasn't. And besides, I made it up to him. But that's
another story. Which if I get around to, will be located in gay young
friends. If you're doing it with a boy, then I guess that's where it
belongs.

But he did get to do it with Julie and Mandy. Not long afterwards. We
captured them, stripped them naked, marched them to the house, plopped
them in the tub, and before long we had our way with them, there
wasn't a thing they could do about it.

They did a few things to us too, though. And we also had to DO some
things. I might write a story about that, too. Or maybe not, but
anyway, that's how I lost my virginity when I was eleven.

My sister sat on it.

And I guess that's about all there is for now. Hope you liked the story.



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