Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 21:56:57 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Saturday AM Revelation ch8

    Next day was a school day, and little Gigi was SORE. But not sore
enough to stop her from daydreaming about the AMAZING experience she'd had
the day before with her big sister Lisa. As she sat in her third-grade
classroom, she reflected upon how much she loved the feeling Lisa had given
her. Jeez, on how much she loved LISA; she had the coolest sister in the
world. She vaguely remembered kissing like grownups in movies. Was that
weird? It sure felt good. . . And Lisa had said that she knew a lot of
other ways to make her tingle feel really good. Gigi wanted to know them
ALL!  'Cause that way of touching my tingle -- ohh, MAN. The little girl
squeezed her thin legs together and winced. Hope my tingle feels better
soon.
    She absently watched her teacher, Miss Posner, a twenty-something
brunette with glasses. As she wrote on the blackboard, the woman's dark
blue dress rode up slightly, showing a bit more of the teacher's
white-stockinged leg. Gigi tried picturing her naked and sitting on the
desk with her legs spread, rubbing her tingle to feel good. She had to
stifle a giggle. Then she remembered watching herself feeling good, and a
flood of good feeling rushed through her. She couldn't wait for the weekend
so she could get Lisa to teach her more!
    Her Mom dropped her off at Lisa's that Friday afternoon.No car in the
driveway. Good, Mrs. May's not home! So Lisa'll be watching me! Gigi burst
into the house and ran upstairs.
    Lisa's door was open and Gigi leaped onto her own bed. Her stepsister
was lying in her own bed in her gold cheerleading outfit reading a book.
    A pause. Lisa continued to read.
    "Lees?"
    "Hmm?"
    "Umm," Gigi looked down at her feet as she sat on the bed. She took off
her black school shoes. "Umm, I just wanted to know. . ."
    "What?" Lisa still read.
    Gigi flopped up to sit against her headboard. She took hold of the hem
of her school skirt and idly flipped it up and down. "Can you. . .teach me
more stuff about making my tingle feel good??" She blushed but looked at
Lisa with a grin.
    Lisa put her book down, looked at the little girl, and smiled. "You
really liked it, huh?"
    "Du-uh!" laughed Gigi. "It was the bestest, most awesome, amazing thing
that has ever, ever happened to me. Ever."
    "I had to carry you to your bed, ya know."
    Little Gigi grimaced. "I don't know WHAT happened. I just know that I
love it, and I want you to teach me more. Please??" She put her hands
together, then fell on her knees between the beds. "Please??? Oh,
puhLEASE???"
    Lisa looked devilish. "Hmm." Here was her darling little cute sister
basically begging Lisa to fuck her. Oh, she wished Aunt Paula were here!
"Will you do ANYthing for me?"
    Gigi's eyes widened slightly, but she answered, "Yes,
anything. Whatever you want." Then she made a cute, wide-eyed,
"what-am-I-getting-myself-into' face.
    "Ooh, good deal." Lisa looked like the cat who got the cream (which she
planned to do). "Okay," as she sat on the edge of the bed, "get back on
that bed, like you were." Gigi gleefully leapt up and bounced onto her bed.
    Lisa came over and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at her little
sister sitting there in her school uniform, eyes wide with anticipation,
lower lip bitten, smiling. . .she was a gorgeous little 9-year-old
elf. "Well, first, little girl," she murmured, lightly stroking her
sister's thin bare thigh, "first. . . I need a kiss."
    Gigi immediately kneeled over to her and, with a measuring look, kissed
Lisa once on the mouth. She leaned back on her heels. Lisa just looked at
her.  Gigi rolled her eyes, kneeled up and kissed her sister again. This
time she stayed, and Lisa's mouth opened slightly. Gigi immediately got the
hint, and opened her own mouth. Lisa's tongue slid in, and Gigi began to
remember how good this felt. She too started getting into the deep kiss,
while Lisa's arms came around her.
    As they kissed, Lisa pulled her little sister to her and slid a hand
from Gigi's soft thigh up to her panty-clad bottom under the school
skirt. She squeezed a little cheek, and the little cheek squeezed
back. Gigi broke away from the kiss, a bit dazed, but happy. "What are you
gonna do? What are we gonna play?" She then impulsively leaned in quickly
to tongue kiss her older sister again. Lisa's hand snaked between her
little sister's thin thighs and cupped her panty-clad pussy.
    "MMmmp!" Gigi squealed into Lisa's mouth in surprise. She broke from
the kiss again. Her sister's hand still cupped her little sex. Gigi was
already breathing a bit heavily. "And my tingle is kinda sore, so. . ."
    Lisa's lips were wet from the kiss. She loved how wet and ripe Gigi's
lips looked.
    "So?"
    Gigi's eyebrows went up. "So . . . just. . ." she blushed as she felt
her sister's finger press against her little pussy groove through the
panties.  Lisa watched her, and wiggled the finger. Her little sister
gasped, her lips quivering as she smiled shakily. Gigi whispered, "My
tingle's starting to feel good again." Lisa grinned.
    "You really like this, huh?"
    Gigi thrust her little butt into her sister's hand, loving the
pressure.  "I like it more than anything." She snuggled her face into
Lisa's neck. "I love you, Lisa."
    Lisa lifted her sister's head up and kissed her lips once. "I love you,
too, Geej. Now," drawing her hand out of her sister's humid crotch, "get on
back to the head of the bed." She gave Gigi's butt a playful slap. "Now!"
    "I'm going, I'm going," Gigi simpered. She sat dutifully against the
headboard, her legs primly set straight in front of her.
    Lisa admired the prim little schoolgirl before her. "What a good little
girl you are." Gigi made a prim little face. "Did you do well in school,
little girl?"
    "Yes I did, Miss."
    "And what would you like me to do for you, little girl?"
    Gigi blushed, but went gamely on. "I would like you to make my tingle
feel good, Miss."
    "Your tingle, young lady?"
    "Yes, Miss."
    "And pray what is your tingle, little girl?"
    Gigi looked lost for a moment. "My. . .my. . .p-pussy? Miss." She
blushed hard, and pointed down at her skirt towards the area between her
legs.
    "Aah," and Lisa stood up. "First, I'll have to remove my own
undergarment."  And she reached under her cheerleader's skirt, took hold of
the gold panty-shorts and slid them down her legs. As she stepped out of
them, she looked at her little sister.  "Gotta be ready for anything when
you're talkin about pussy." She grinned. "I mean, tingle." Gigi blushed
again, and Lisa sat on the bed before her.
    "Well," getting back in character, "We'll just have to take a look,
won't we?  So lift up your skirt and spread your legs." Her sister did so,
revealing her standard white cotton briefs. She held the skirt hem up like
a sail.
    "Hmm. . ." studied Lisa. "So this is your. . .your tingle, you called
it?"
    "Yes, Miss."
    "I see. Would you like me to kiss it?"
    Gigi's eyes went wide and her mouth opened. She still held the skirt
hem.  She nodded. "Yes please, Miss."
    "Very good then. What I'll need you to do is raise your knees up. Good,
spread open a little more, that's right. Now scootch your butt down a
little here so I can get a good kiss on your little tingle. There we
go. Now I'm going to just start kissing on your underpants here to get
started, okay?"
    Gigi held her knees open, already wet with anticipation. "Okay, Miss.
Miss?"
    Lisa looked up. "Yes?"
    Gigi bit her lower lip. "My tingle's. . .really, really ready."
    Lisa smiled slightly. "Good. That's good, little girl. Then I'll try to
kiss it really, really good." And she leaned in to within an inch of Gigi's
little cleft-peach form of white panty crotch. She breathed in the
wonderful musky, meaty smell of her sister's excitement. Gigi watched,
rapt. Lisa opened her mouth and breathed, as if she were steaming a glass.
    "Feel that?" Gigi nodded, fascinated. The breath had felt warm,
inviting.
    This time, Lisa breathed, then closed her whole mouth softly on Gigi's
crotch.  Gigi's mouth opened, and all she said was a whispered,
"Waaaahh. . ." Lisa stayed this way and breathed again. Gigi lolled her
head back, then up again. "Wow, Lees, it feels so WARM." Then Lisa began
nuzzling Gigi's panty cunt with her lips.  Harder.
    "Oooooooooh," Gigi's legs began to move outward, her toes began to
point up from the bed. Lisa closed her lips and waggled her face back and
forth against her little sister's panty front. "Woaoaoahh!! Ohh, MAN!!"
cried the little girl.

    Moira May was down in her study paying bills when she heard what
sounded like Gigi's voice upstairs. Mrs. May had had to take her car in for
an inspection, and so had taken a cab back home. This was why the girls had
no idea she was in the house.
    It sounded to Mrs. May like the girls were playing some raucous
game. As Gigi's voice grew louder, however, she wasn't so sure. She decided
to take a look.
    As she walked up the carpeted stairs, the sounds became increasingly,
and disturbingly, clear. These were sounds of sexual arousal. But Gigi was
nine!  Oh my God, Lisa. . .
    But as the girls' mother stood in the darkness of the hall and looked
through the partially opened door to their room, the image to fit the
sounds came into view, and it astonished her:
    she saw the bare bottom of her eleven-year-old daughter Lisa with her
cheerleading outfit bunched up to her waist; she was kneeling between
Gigi's flailing little legs, and her head was moving around at the younger
girl's crotch.  What was so startling, and so strangely arousing to
Mrs. May, was Gigi's own openly vocal arousal.  The little girl was sighing
and moaning, licking her lips and biting them -- just thoroughly enjoying
her older sister's evident oral stimulation.
    And just as Mrs. May had decided that she must somehow walk in and stop
this, there was a minor scene shift. She saw Lisa come up for a moment, and
moved further back into the hall shadow.
    Immediately, Gigi whined, "Ohh, what're you doing, don't stop!"
Mrs. May watched, shocked, as the little girl thrust her hips upwards,
wiggling her crotch obscenely. "Come on, Lisa, kiss my tingle. Come
on. . ."
    "I will, you little pussy girl, I just want to take these off now, so
put your legs together for a second."
    Gigi snapped to and brought her legs together.
    "Up!" Gigi put the legs up in the air, and Lisa yanked them from
underneath up and off. With even less ceremony, she then pushed the coltish
limbs apart.  "Now. I'm gonna make you feel so good. . ." and she started
kissing and licking her sister's splaying thighs down, down into the
center, until she'd arrived.
    Mrs. May watched, transfixed, as her older daughter brought her
stepsister to a series of wet, hungry, explosive orgasms. The lapping,
sticky sounds of their lovemaking, along with the hugely erotic sounds of
Gigi's little voice uttering such yearning, such nasty pleasures; all of it
was turning the woman on, was making her so feverishly horny she felt
compelled to relieve herself on the spot.
    She reached down under her loose tennis shorts and tugged her panties
aside.  As she leaned against the wall of the hallway, she sank two fingers
into her oozing vagina, and got busy. The sight of her coupling daughters;
Lisa's fingers working at her own little pussy, her pretty bottom dimpling
with her efforts, her cute little asshole puckering in and out; darling
little Gigi's squeals, her legs impossibly split. . .

    "Ohhh, God!" she breathed, as she trapped her swelling labia between
her fingers and pulled. Her welling juices made a slickness, and as the
fingers of that hand pulled upwards, the other hand's digits pressed and
began rubbing the revealed, sense-raw clit. "MmmmmMMMm!" Her hand frigged
furiously at the little bud, and her knees bent, shaking. And as her
darling little Gigi's voice rose in a tremulous, keening whine, Moira's own
orgasm crested, as she leaned back against the wall, her head back, and
silently, violently came.