Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 05:42:47 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Saturday AM Revelations ch.6

    Of course the next morning Mrs. May did the best she could to pretend
nothing had happened. She gave Lisa a motherly kiss on the cheek and talked
to her briefly about getting "carried away", and how there'd be no more of
that. She was glad to have been there to help Lisa experience these things,
but no more, right? Right.  And no talking about it to anybody else
either. Good. Get ready for breakfast, we're picking up Dad in an hour.
    And she did, and they did, and life began, strangely, to get back to a
relative normality. So that when Lisa's stepsister Gigi came to spend the
next weekend, Lisa looked forward to a fun time with her friend.
    Gigi was her father's child by his first wife. She was a Pakistani, and
they'd divorced when Gigi was two. And as the Mays had adopted Lisa from
Thailand when she was four, the two girls had pretty much grown up
together, as Gigi's family lived just a couple of towns away.
    Gigi arrived on Friday evening, and they played games and went to bed,
looking forward to a weekend of fun and games.

                    ****

    1:00 AM.
    Lisa lay spent, her hand wet at her crotch, as remembered moments with
her aunt again brought her to a shivering orgasm. She didn't know how she'd
stand the long wait for Aunt Paula's next visit. Lisa again was moved to
wonder that her elegant Aunt Paula had given her a second thought, let
alone the kind of love she'd experienced.  The thought brought on a fresh
wave of longing, and her little hand began moving again of its own
volition. Paula had taught her so many things, but she so missed the feel,
the touch and smell of another woman's skin and warm, wet secret places.
    As Lisa thought these cozy thoughts, and languidly stroked her moist
slit, her attention turned to the bed beside hers, where her 9-year-old
stepsister lay sleeping.  In the dim light of her bedside lamp, she
observed: Gigi's skin was dark, dusky, where Penny's was golden. She had
thick black hair that she wore long. An interesting, almost exotic smell
emanated from her; kind of like nuts, but spicy. And her eyes were huge,
round, and BLUE. the color being all the more noticeable set in such a
darkskinned face.
    She knew, too, of another strangeness: Gigi's "tingle" (Lisa couldn't
say it without giggling) was weird. Where Lisa's featured a straight slit,
Gigi's slit had a little zigzag in it, where her tingle opened like a
flower trying to get out.  In the bath, when they were little, Gigi had
made Lisa laugh by holding the outsized lips with her fingers and making
them talk, until Mrs. May stopped her.
     This kind of thinking was making Lisa even more excited, so she
decided to get a closer look. Slipping out of bed, she crept over to look
down at her stepsister.  Gigi was sleeping on her stomach. Lisa took hold
of the blanket edge and carefully pulled it back towards the foot of the
bed. There. She saw now that Gigi's sleeping t-shirt had bunched to her
waist, and that the panties she wore were old and loose.  They were skewed
on her little bottom so that one cheek was almost completely bare.  The
sight excited Lisa so much that it took her breath away.
    She stood at the foot of the bed looking down at her sister's pretty
little bottom, and slid her own panties down her legs. She left them at her
knees and put a finger to her slit. And sank the finger in. "Ohhh. . ."
    Then she took them completely off, standing now in just her
t-shirt. She had to see all of Gigi's bottom. Gently, quietly, she leaned
in and slowly laid a hand on her sister's clad cheek. Nothing. She thanked
her lucky stars that Gigi was such a notoriously heavy sleeper. And the
cheek was so warm!  Now she carefully tucked a finger, then two, on each
side of Gigi's panty waistband. Was she going to do this?  What to say if
she woke up?  "You kicked your covers off, I was just putting them back."
Sure.
    Gently, gently. Lisa pulled down, a fraction at a time. It seemed to
take

hours. Finally (with absolutely no movement from her sister), she had the
panties down to Gigi's upper thighs, just below her bottom. Thank Goodness
they're so loose. She'd never realized how smooth Gigi's bottom was, or how
cute those little dimples were on each side of the top of her crack. But
the thing that got to Lisa, that excited her further and drove her to
continue, was the warm, spicy smell that emanated from Gigi's bare
bottom. A musky, sweetish, sex smell was released when Lisa uncovered her
sister's bottom, and she had to somehow get at the source.
    She slid the old panties down further, taking a bit less care, so that
just as the little garment was whisked softly off the feet, Gigi sighed,
and moved.  Lisa froze.

    Fortunately, it was a small movement, as her little sister merely
smacked her little lips and wiggled her waist slightly. Which also,
fortuitously, spread her legs wider. Lisa waited in frozen wonder as Gigi
again lapsed into deep sleep.
    She felt like a kid locked inside a shuttered candy shop. And there was
the candy, her little sister Gigi's bottom and, yes, her little zigzag
tingle, upside down but clear as day. Her pretty little globes were paler
than the rest of her.  Lisa wondered if Gigi's bottom hole looked like Aunt
Paula's, or her Mom's. Only one way to find out!
    Now Lisa got on the bed, gingerly kneeling her way to a spot between
Gigi's legs. She again put a hand on one cheek. Bare, the feeling was
intense. Warm, smooth, so soft and cute! She put a hand on the other cheek,
and gently pried them apart. Oh, so much like her aunt's, but so different!
Aunt Paula's bottom hole was a perfect dark little circle surrounded by a
tan halo just like Gigi's, but whereas Paula's was ringed by a ridge of
beautifully wrinkled muscle, her little sister's hole was smooth, delicate,
as if God had painted a little tan target between her cheeks and then used
the other end of the brush to poke a hole in the center. Lisa leaned in to
savor the smell, and was overcome by the light aroma of Gigi's asshole. A
little talc, a little sweat, a little farty. Lisa wanted so much to kiss
it, to bury her face between Gigi's little cheeks! But she didn't dare. Not
yet.
    She leaned back, lightheaded, and looked around the room. In the closet
mirror, she saw her reflection: a young Asian girl, naked but for a
T-shirt, kneeling on a bed and holding open the bottom cheeks of a younger
girl who lay sleeping. A rush of lust swept through her, and she looked
down again at Gigi. I don't care.  I've got to taste her. Just a little.
    She crept back a bit so she could lie behind her sister, and, resting
on her elbows, she leaned in to gently kiss the baby-smooth spot between
tingle and bottom hole. Her lips tremulously touched the warm, soft skin as
she felt her nose just graze Gigi's asshole. Again, no reaction. Moving
lower, she touched her lips now to the lower, puffy lips of Gigi's little
zigzag. It was such a turn-on, such a buttery, soft feel, that her lips
opened to taste the flower.
    Breathing heavier now, Lisa felt her own tingle gush as she gently let
her tongue explore the delicate fold. And as her tongue was let in on it,
her mouth began to work. She softly sucked on the sweet distended lips as
her nostrils quivered between Gigi's still-spread cheeks. She heard a sigh,
and felt her sister move, but merely stopped, her mouth still glued between
the little girl's legs.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an arm curl underneath Gigi's
body.  She kept her mouth in place as Gigi's little butt squeezed once,
then again. The little girl then actually pushed her bottom up and back,
spreading her thin legs still further apart, and lay still. Apparently
these sensations were a welcome part of whatever dreams she was
having. Good, thought her older sister. I want to make her dream fantastic!
    Slowly Lisa's mouth began working again, tasting the wonderful changes.
For Gigi's tingle was now alive to her sister's kissing, and Lisa's tongue
swirled, savored, and swallowed the little girl's awakening sex juices. Her
tongue slid deeply into Gigi's vagina, felt the soft membrane of her hymen,
and slid still further down to circle the wet nub of clitoris. Her mouth
still sucked at the deliciously large and puffy lips, the lips that talked
in the bathtub. At that wildly improbable and erotic thought, Lisa came.
    And as she did, she felt little Gigi come as well. She felt a
tightening, a pulsing, in the walls of the girl's tingle, and saw her
sister's bottom contract again, this time with abandon. And now she heard a
soft whining, as a dog might when it's dreaming. Gigi's entire upper torso
was immobile, while her bottom jerked and squeezed, and her feet curled and
uncurled.
    Lisa was amazed. At what she'd had the audacity to do, and at what
she'd felt.  Sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at the now
still but oozing little slit of her sister and her perfect little bottom,
Lisa knew that the time had come for her to introduce Gigi to the Joy of
Sex. With her.
    The next day was Saturday, and Mrs. May had to work. Being almost
twelve, Lisa was the baby sitter. This suited her purpose well, but she
really had no idea how she would go about seducing her nine-year-old
sister. When Gigi suggested they play Indian Princess, Lisa
smiled. Perfect.
    The game mainly consisted of the sisters running and hiding quite a lot
on the family's large, isolated property. It ended with Gigi being
"kidnapped" by the savages, and Lisa subsequently rescuing her. The best
thing about the whole idea was that the girls had a longstanding habit of
playing all their games in the nude. Lisa had actually stopped playing a
few years ago, having somewhat outgrown the game, so Gigi was thrilled when
she accepted.
      Presently they came to the rescue part, having run and hid for most
of the morning. Gigi now stood in a clearing, her hands "tied" between two
trees.  Lisa stood in a copse of trees nearby. She watched her naked little
sister twist and turn in her bonds, and couldn't help but be aroused. Her
hand crept down to her bare pussy and she fondled herself as she enjoyed
the sight of Gigi's own puffy little slit, slightly pink from exertion, as
it contorted from the little girl's gyrations.
    "Lisa!" Lisa called. "Hey Li!" She twisted again. "You have to save me
now so I can pee!"
    "Go ahead and pee!" came the muffled reply.
    Gigi's expression scorned the suggestion. "I can't pee here!" She
looked towards the sound of Lisa's voice. "You have to save me first so I
can pee!"
    "Oh, alright," sighed Lisa, and she bent beneath a low branch and
appeared in the clearing. She stood a moment admiring her sister's slim
body, and her puffy little bare pussy.
    "Here's my knight! My hero!" cried Gigi. "Please, sir, untie me and
save me from these evil kidnappers!" She tilted her head and pressed her
knees together. "Come on, Li! I really have to go!"
    Lisa raised her arms and assumed a heroic pose. "I am here! Have no
fear,

little girl, for I am here to save you!" She walked to where Gigi stood and
mimed untying her bonds.
    "About time," muttered Gigi, who scrambled behind a larger tree and
squatted.
    Lisa sauntered over to where her sister was and sat against a log,
looking at her. Her knees were up and apart.
    "Jeez, Li, I am, like, peeing, ya know."
    "I know." Lisa languidly stroked her own dewy pussy as she watched her
sister's stream hiss to the ground.
    As she squatted, Gigi's face took on an air of concentration. She
grunted

softly. "Why are you touching your tingle like that?"
    "It just feels good." Lisa was now putting just a bit more effort into
her strokes, enjoying the sensation of feeling her sex while she watched
her little sister pee.
    "Well, I don't know if you want to watch me now, 'cause I have to
poop."  And she emitted another, more effortful grunt.
    "It's OK," Lisa murmured, feeling the warm rising of her pleasure. "I
like watching you. It`s neat."
    Gigi made a face. "You're weird."
    "Yep. I am your hero, Sir Weirdness." Gigi smiled, then grunted again.
    "Hey Gigi?"
    "Hmm?" Gigi was all concentration now.
    "Can you turn around so I can see you poop?"
    Gigi looked up, her face flushed, with a look of disbelief on her face.
"What?!"
    "Come on. I just want to see. I never saw anybody poop before."
    "But it's poop!"
    "I know, but it would be so neat to see it come out. Please? I saved
you from the kidnappers."
    "You sure took your time," said Gigi. She looked for a long moment at
her

older sister, who still had her fingers on her tingle. Gigi had to admit,
it was very interesting. "Okay," she murmured, and, still squatting, she
waddled herself around so her back faced her sister. She swiveled her head
around. "Like that?"
    Lisa felt a small jolt of lust as she beheld Gigi's bare, lithe back,
the

little cheeks below forming the outline of a small, thin pear. "Yeah!
That's great."  She pushed harder at her moistening pussy. "Stick your
bottom out more so I can see the poop."
    "Jeez," sighed Gigi, and the nine-year-old did as her sister asked. She
shuffled her feet wider apart, and leaned forward on her hands to push her
little ass up and out. She felt a small, not unpleasant breeze on her
quivering anus.  "Okay?"
    "Oh, man, Gigi, that is so cool." Lisa's fingers were even busier now,
sliding up, down and around her creamy young pussy. "Go ahead and push it
out."
    "Okay," murmured Gigi. She gave a heave and felt her poop beginning to
move.  In this odd position it was more difficult. Between grunts she said,
"It's. .  .mm..  it's hard to poop like this."
    Penny was entranced. Gigi's position may have made it hard to poop, but
it provided a wonderful view of the whole event. Her little sister's
bottom, that beautifully delectable thing she'd nibbled on last night, was
even more ravishing in action. Her bronze little butt, quivering with
effort, slightly contracted and opened to assist the act, revealing the
well-remembered hole, that had been so perfect and dark last night. It was
still dark and perfect, but in the throes of pooping, it moved gorgeously,
squeezing into a wrinkled knot (so much like dear Aunt Paula's!), then
blossoming to a rosiness, then a pinkness, then the poop itself! Lisa
moaned softly.  "You're doing great," she covered, shakily.
    Gigi's head turned again. "Are you okay?" She saw her sister's hand
busy at her tingle.
    Lisa, a bit wildly, responded, "uh-huh. . ."
    Gigi was not convinced, but had other things to do, as the poop started
to emerge. "Here it comes," she grunted.
    "Wow," breathed Lisa, frigging frantically.
    Gigi was indeed fascinated, by so many elements: not only was she
pooping, openly and nakedly, right in her sister's face, almost, but as she
looked upside down, she could watch Lisa rubbing herself like she was
running a race. And Lisa was looking right at, into her bottom, where Gigi
now saw the poop snake out and plop, plop to the ground beneath her.
    When the little girl felt she was finished, she squeezed her tiny anus
one last time, and stood. Her sister still sat, her finger now back to a
languid stroking.
    "I got to go in and wipe." Gigi stood looking down at the dreamy
expression on Lisa's face. "Was that fun?"
    Lisa smiled. "Oh, man, Gigi, you don't know how much fun that was. You
were such a good pooper!" And she smacked the girl lightly on her butt.
    Gigi, smiling, moved away. "Hey, watch it, you'll get poop on you." She
still stood, musing.
    "What?" Lisa said, standing up and brushing grass off her bottom.
    "You sure were rubbing your tingle a lot."
    Lisa smiled, almost a leer. "Yep. I learned some really fun ways to
make it feel really good."
    Gigi's eyebrows rose. "You did?"
    "Uh-huh." Lisa still brushed imaginary things off her body, waiting for
the words.
    Gigi blushed. It was an adorable look, as her little mouth turned down
at one side when she did. "Can you show me how to. . . do it?"
    Lisa concealed her mounting new excitement. "Well, I don`t know," she
drawled.  "You're pretty little to learn stuff like that."
    Gigi was immediately indignant. "I am not too little for stuff like
that."
    Lisa pressed her advantage. She looked up. "You don't even know what
stuff I'm talking about." She watched with delight as Gigi's whole upper
body, from barely bumped little breasts to dimpled cheeks, flushed.
    The darling little girl bravely stammered, "I do too." Her pearly lip
quivered slightly as Lisa stood staring at her, daring her to go on. "About
touching yourself," she murmured softly.
    Lisa put a hand to her ear, posing for effect. "What??"
    Gigi grinned and yelled, "ABOUT TOUCHING YOURSELF!"
    Lisa poked Gigi's shoulder. "Like this, you mean?"
    "No," Gigi blushed again.
    "Oh, you mean like this?" Lisa poked Gigi's chest, then started poking
indiscriminately. "Like this? Like this?"
    Little Gigi was getting increasingly annoyed. "No. Ow, Lisa, no! NO!!
Will you stop it??" She squatted against a tree and began to tear up. "You
KNOW what I mean."
    Lisa squatted down beside her sister. "I'm sorry, Gigi. I was mean. I
just got carried away." She brushed the younger girl's bangs off her
forehead. "You're little, but you're not too little to learn how to touch
your tingle, right! Right?"
    Gigi turned to her older sister and smiled through her tears. "Right!"
    "Okay." Lisa stood, bringing Gigi up by her arm. "Let's go in first. I
can show you better there, but first you have to wipe your butt!" And she
started to smack-smack-smack the thing. Gigi squealed, and they ran to the
house.