Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 17:53:04 -0300
From: ottootto@fastmail.fm
Subject: The Parkers 41

Chapter 41 - Violence

What was the matter with Linda Parker?

For these last few years, she had been enjoying all kinds of different
sex. With men. She loved to suck and to be sucked, she loved anal, she
loved more than one guy...

Guy. Yes.

So far, guy.

But... What about something... Someone... Some girl?

It wasn't just thanks to Julie. Sure, when her twin sister ate her, Linda
had a fantastic orgasm. One of the bests of her life. But that had nothing
to do with it.

She had also seen lesbian sex, just in front of her. Again, that didn't
impress her that much.

And she had tasted another girl's juices. Amy's. Her baby sister.

That's what bothered her.

Yes, that was it.

It wasn't that, after her first taste of girl's juices, she was so hooked
up that she wanted more. Quite frankly, she hardly noticed the taste of
Amy's juices.

What bothered her was the simple fact that she had tasted Amy's juices.

That bothered her a lot!

Not that she had tasted another girl's juices, but that she had tasted Amy,
of all 3 billion girls in the world.

So far, Linda had always thought on Amy as her baby sister. The "kid". The
"virgin", certainly. The sweet "baby".

But, that Friday afternoon, she saw another side of Amy. The sexy side. The
slut side. The bitch side.

Until that Friday, she was sure that Amy was still virgin. Then she
realized that, not only Amy had been having sex (with her own siblings, and
others), but she was also a slut.

Amy, suddenly, was no longer the shy girl. In Linda's mind, she only had to
say "shut up" to Amy, and Amy would do it. It had always been that way.

But now... Amy was changed.

Amy was a slut.

Worst. Linda recognized that she got into a silly (but delightful)
competition with her baby sister to see who was the biggest slut.

Sure, she recognized that the competition had been silly, but it still
mattered to her. Silly, yes, but so what? She should have won.

And she thought she won. Until she realized that Amy outsmarted her. Amy
planned it, so Linda would drink her juices! Her baby sister! For Amy,
sure, it was a victory, to get her (only) straight sister to drink her
juices.

Sex is something wonderful. But, in general, we should do it only when we
are excited, only when we are horny, only when we really want it. Or,
better, when we crave for it. When we want to experience the sensations
that only an orgasm can provide us. Sex (and masturbation) is not something
we should do just to pass the time, waiting for our favorite TV show to
start. Sex is bigger than that. Something special, to be done when we want
it the most.

But then... We've all had one of those silly days. Those days when we have
sex with something different on mind. Those days when we want to have sex
just to prove something else. Those days when we, somehow, want use sex to
make a statement.

This is not what sex is about.

But so what? We've all been there.

And, that Friday afternoon, Linda was there.

Roger had just called the kids, to say that Lucy and he would be out of
town for the weekend (in fact, they would be in George's house), and that,
after work, he would just come to get some clothes and go.

The kids could have just taken their clothes off, but come on, after what
they had experienced less than two hours before, who had the energy? And
who had the urge? They were all satisfied. They made plans for the night,
but they all waited for Roger with their clothes on.

Well, most of them.

Linda was mad. And she used the free time to teach her baby sister a
lesson.

Really... All Linda wanted was for Amy to drink her juices. Lesbianism was
not that big, in her mind. The fact that Amy was a girl was just a detail
(that wouldn't stop her). She wanted Amy to drink her juices because that,
in her silly mind, would make things right again.

So she entered Amy's bedroom.

Amy was completely bored with geography. She really wanted to finish all
her homework that Friday, knowing that they would have the whole house free
for them during the whole weekend, but geography was too much!

Still... When she saw the look on Linda's blue eyes, she really started to
appreciate geography.

Amy quickly realized that Linda was mad. And she knew that the reason could
only be her attitude a few hours before. Amy had been a bitch, she knew
it. And Linda didn't like it.

Well, now it was Linda's turn to be a bitch:

"Hey, dyke," she raised her skirt, "do you like what you see?"

Yes. Amy did like. What she was seeing. Because she hated what she was
hearing.

"What do you want?"

Linda said the truth:

"I want you to drink my juices!"

"Fuck off."

What? Amy Parker?! Telling Linda to fuck off? No, no, no, no, no...

"Come here, bitch. You like this, don't you? You like to eat pussy, don't
you? You like to shove your tongue inside a stinky cunt, don't you?"

"Are you telling me that your cunt stinks?"

Linda didn't even register. She commanded:

"Come here and eat me!"

Amy didn't move:

"If you want it, you have to kiss me."

"You're not the boss here, dear."

"No? Who's the one begging for me to lick her pussy?"

Linda stopped for a second. She was not there to beg. She was there to MAKE
Amy eat her cunt.

Then Linda acted. She grabbed Amy's blonde hair, trying to force her
sister's head down.

Amy reacted. She wouldn't be forced:

"Kiss me first!"

So there they was. Linda wanted to be licked, Amy wanted to be kissed. None
of them would give first what the other wanted, waiting for the reward
later. Silly, I know. But, again, it's more common than one would expect.

Linda tried to force her baby sister, trying to push her head lower. Amy,
however, was stronger than she looked, and she wouldn't give in.

Then Amy did it.

The worst thing.

She kicked Linda's shin!

It was more painful than Linda would expect. Her leg was really hurt, and
in the craziness of the moment, she slapped Amy's face, and then quickly
gave a step back.

The slap was strong and loud. They said nothing to each other, they just
looked into each other's eyes.

Oh, fuck. What had they done?

Never, never, never in their lives had they ever acted violent with each
other. Sure, they had lots of arguments, like all sisters, but they never
got physical about it.

And then, that Friday, it happened.

In Linda's mind, it was somehow connected. The incest and the
violence. After all, she had just be introduced into incest, and then she
acted like a bitch, and then... It happened.

Amy wasn't blaming the incest. She was, however, blaming the bitchness.

What had happened? Really? This was crazy! Linda wanted to be sucked by
Amy, and hell, of course Amy would love to eat a beautiful girl like
Linda. In fact, she wanted to, she had been wishing that she could and...

This was supposed to be sex. Nothing serious should have happened.

But it did.

They said nothing, they didn't move. One kick, one slap, and that was
it. They were just watching each other.

Who would say the first word? That was the point. Somehow, they both felt
that it would be a sign of weakness to speak first. To say "sorry" first.

But Linda didn't want to go to her bedroom, not with this between
them. Amy's feelings were similar.

Of course, to fight was out of the question. Neither of them wanted it.

And yet... Their hearts were beating fast and their muscles were tense and
their pupils were dilated and their breaths were fast. Their bodies were
ready to fight.

Linda's leg was still hurt, long after Amy's pain was gone. Amy, feeling
nothing but embarrassment, said the first word:

"Sorry."

"No. I'm sorry."

And, saying that, she touched her sister's arm.

It was an "okay" gesture. And, trying to say the same thing, Amy held her
sister's hand on her shoulder. She squeezed it.

Linda lost it.

Linda kissed Amy. Not as a sister, and certainly not an "okay" kiss. It was
a wonderful kiss.

And Amy kissed her back.

Why?

How did this happen?

Well, my best guess is that their bodies demanded some physical attention.

You see, there is a school of thought that says that sex between women is
somehow softer than sex when there's a man involved. It's the old thing
about girls being less than aggressive than guys. As if all lesbian sex was
full of candles and romance, and as if there is always perfume and music in
the air while two girls make love.

Well, those who believe on that should be in Amy Parker's bedroom that
Friday night.

Because what followed that kiss was nothing like that.

Yes, what followed.

Really, they didn't spend much time. When they kissed for the first time,
Amy quickly got her hand on her sister's pussy.

It wasn't a surprise to find it wet. It wasn't a surprise to find out how
wet it was.

And, even if it was, they wouldn't register it. Because Linda and Amy were
no longer thinking.

After the violent moments, their minds couldn't stop thinking. After the
kiss, all reason was gone.

Linda removed Amy's shirt. Linda Parker, the last straight daughter of
Roger and Lucy Parker! She removed Amy's shirt, and faced Amy's bra.

What would she do with Amy's bra? Would she open it? What would she do with
Amy's big tits? Would she lick them? We don't know. What we do know is what
Amy did.

Amy didn't miss the opportunity. When Linda broke their kiss to remove
Amy's shirt, Amy quickly moved her body, so she could face Linda's pussy.

Face? No, not face. She didn't even look at it. She started to lick it.

At last, but Linda didn't think about it. She could have seen it as a
victory, and she would, if she was thinking.

Linda wasn't.

She removed her own shirt.

Amy, with one hand, was separating Linda's lips, so she could lick Linda's
clit easily. With her left hand, she removed her own pants. And
panties. She could feel the cold air of winter on her naked butt, but she
didn't pay attention to it.

She did, however, pay attention to Linda's clit.

Lots of attention.

Again, she was not being gentle. She wasn't doing it slowly. As soon as her
pants and panties were gone, she used her left hand to separate Linda's
lips, and her right hand to fingerfuck Linda's pussy.

And she was doing it fast. She was licking fast, fingerfucking fast, and
Linda was not complaining.

In fact, Linda was moaning.

"Oh, oh, oh, ah, uh... Oh, hm... Ah, eh, uh... Oh... Fu... Ah, ah, oh, hm,
uh...."

As you can see, she wasn't really saying anything.

Her body was in charge. Her body was the one having all the pleasure, and
her body was the one moaning.

Her body was also moving. Because Linda couldn't stop moving. Her whole
body was just shaking, her hips were moving fast, trying to get it, best
and faster than Amy could do it.

It was actually harder for Amy. But Amy didn't miss a lick.

You see, this wasn't about an orgasm. This wasn't about revenge
either. This was simply the only thing to do. There was no choice here. No
second thoughts. It just happened. Or, better, it was happening.

Amy sucking and fucking her beautiful 19 year-old sister. And, as it had to
be, Linda having one of the greatest experiences of her life.

Who was the boss? Who was in charge here?

No one. That's it, no one.

It was simply happening. Between them.

Among them. With them.

For them. Both.

Linda was playing with her naked breasts, while Amy ate her pussy. Her
nipples were so hard, her clit was so hard, she was on fire. Her pussy was
wet, and it wasn't the only one.

She couldn't even feel it, but she was sweating. Her armpits, her legs, her
ass, her chest, Linda Parker was sweating, and it was just part of her
pleasure. Part of the fun.

Amy had her mouth glued on her sister's pussy. Her tongue was doing the
best that she could. Linda didn't stop moving, Amy didn't stop licking, and
her finger didn't stop either. It was moving, in and out her sister's
pussy. With violence.

Then Linda felt it. She felt her orgasm coming. She felt it was there, and
she managed to say her first words since "No. I'm sorry."

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't.... Oh, yes! Fuck, Amy!"

Yes, she was coming. Fast. It had been all too fast. But who cares? It had
been one of the great ones.

(Yes. She didn't realize, but so far she had no "regular orgasm" with her
family.)

She came, and Amy licked it all. All the juices. Linda's juices.

Again, Linda could consider it to be her victory.

But, again, she wasn't thinking.

She could have been spent. She should have, really. It was a damn powerful
orgasm, she should rest.

But, as soon as she got back on Earth, she grabbed Amy.

Amy was only wearing her bra. For a second.

Linda ruined Amy's bra. She tore it open! Now, this was something that most
men would find difficult to do, but Linda did it easily, no one knowing
where did she find the strength to do it!

And no one will ever know where did she find the nerve and the desire to
lick those breasts.

But she sucked on them. Hungrily.

Linda was a baby when she sucked a breast for the last time. Usually, when
someone does something new, sexually, s/he can't stop thinking. It's all
about what are they feeling about it, what it feels like, etc.

Linda, I repeat, wasn't thinking.

She was simply sucking.

And, then, her hand moved down. And she found it.

Hot. So fucking hot.

She pushed a finger inside.

Wet. Very, very, very wet.

She looked at Amy. She kissed Amy. And then she went down.

On Amy.

No second thought. No thoughts, really. It was pure instinct.

She tasted it. She didn't even think that this was the first pussy she ate,
or that she had already tasted Amy's juices (on Martin's cock).

She simply ate it.

And Linda was even more violent than Amy had been. It may have been the
lack of experience, but she was just licking it as fast as she could.

Sometimes, she even missed Amy's clit completely, but Amy didn't mind.

It was all good. All good between them.

Then it was Amy's turn to play with her own breasts. Her eyes were
closed. And she was saying:

"Eat it, eat it, eat my pussy, come on, yes, eat my cunt, oh, fuck, yes,
your finger, please, I want your finger back there!"

Linda quickly inserted her middle finger into her sister's cunt. And she
moved it even faster than her tongue.

In a way, it was as if Linda was getting all her strength together just to
make Amy cum, and then she would (she could) pass out.

And, in another way, it was all for Linda. It was all about didn't miss
this chance. If she were thinking, she would never do it. In a way, she was
getting all her courage together just to experience this.

Amy didn't mind. Didn't even care. She was in heaven.

"Eat it, oh, yeah, uh, fuck, Linda, ah... I wanna cum, I wanna cum, make me
cum, please!"

Linda was doing just that. With her tongue and her fingers, she was getting
the best of Amy's pussy, making it ready for a strong and powerful
orgasm. They knew it.

Linda didn't feel her tongue getting tired, she didn't even paid attention
to Amy's taste. She simply kept doing it.

Over and over again.

And again.

And again.

In and out the finger, up and down the tongue.

Again and again.

Until Amy couldn't take it anymore.

Until Amy came.

In her sister's mouth:

"Oh, yes, fuck, I'm cumming! Linda! Cumming!"

Yes, she was. And Linda licked it all, all those juices, again. They were
much better directly from the source.

And then...

Oh, fuck. It was over.

All over.

They looked at each other. They were both grateful, that's true, and yet
they were sorry. They wanted more, they wished they had the strength to
keep doing it.

Over and over again.

They kissed, again. This time, lightly. Lovingly. One kiss to express what
they were feeling.

And Linda suddenly felt ashamed. In part because she licked her own sister,
and in part because she had to go. She had to go to her bedroom.

The right thing to do, they both knew it, would be to sleep together.

Because, yes, it was still early, the sun was just going down, and they
both slept.

Amy and Linda. Each in her own room. They had to. They couldn't stay awake
for another second.

But Linda was happy to sleep alone. There was something frightening about
all of this, and she didn't know what it was.

She felt weird. After the experience was over, yes, the thoughts and the
feelings started.

And she was not that comfortable.

What has she done?



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