Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 13:26:11 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: The Show

    "Damn!"
    Fifteen-year-old Anne Stratton let out a frustrated
sigh. She KNEW she should have waited to remove her contacts in
the bathroom, but her stupid little sister had been in there
for so long that she'd gotten impatient and now she'd dropped
one. It wasn't fair; here Anne was fifteen years old and she
still had to live in the same room with her wacky little
sister!
     Oh well, she thought, and got down on her hands and
knees to look. Should be right here . . .
    "I see Annie's heinie. . . I see Annie's heinie. . ," a
little voice sang behind her. She turned around to see her
eight-year-old  sister Ellie kneeling on her bed,  watching
her.
    Ellie giggled. "Whatcha doin'?"
    Anne looked at her. It was hard to stay mad at the
little imp, especially the way she looked now, right before
bed, in her little big girl's two-piece underwear set. And it's
true, it must be an interesting view from there, she
considered, seeing as how I've only got my panties and socks
on! Anne didn't want to let go of her pique too soon, however,
so she tried to restrain a smile.
    "What does it LOOK like I'm doing?" She felt the smile
starting anyway. She wiggled her butt a bit.
    "I'm putting on a show for you!" And she wiggled her
butt again. Ellie noticed her sister's bare breasts, which she
usually covered up quick. The nipples seemed to be growing! She
felt a strange stirring; this was a weird game, but she liked
it!
    "Really?? Cool!!" She stood up on the bed and clapped.
"I like this show!"
    Anne actually blushed. She had felt her nipples begin
to harden to the sensuality of assuming this position in front
of Ellie. Oh, stop, she thought. "No, silly," and she went back
to looking, "I'm just looking for my contact. It fell."
    Ellie stood, a bit downcast. "Oh." She was at a loss
somewhat, feeling oddly let down. "Want any help?"
    "No. Thanks." Ellie watched idly as her sister
searched. Anne's bottom was fascinating her. It was so big, and
round, and. . .KISSABLE, was the feeling she thought, and was
surprised at the rush of warmth, of pleasure, that seeped into
her little missy.
    Anne, too, was aware of the silence behind her, of
still, unintentionally intentionally, putting on a show. She
felt her little sister's eyes on her bottom, and felt a light
thrill at bending just a little bit lower than was necessary,
of her panties tightening, shifting slightly against her moving
bottom. Wow, she thought, this is interesting. I'm kind of
getting turned on here. She felt a small rustling behind her,
and felt a little stab of disappointment. Oh well, show's over.
    "Annie?"
    Anne continued the search. Ellie probably wanted a
story read now, so she'd have to get up, and get dressed. .
."What?" as she searched.
    "Does this help?"
    To her amazement, and distinct welling of pussy juice,
she saw little Ellie turned around on her bed with her panties
pulled down to just below her bottom. The imp was performing a
little dance, swinging her bared butt back and forth.
"Ellie!!?"
    Her sister turned her head, a sly grin on her face. "I
thought I should give YOU a show to help you look!" And she did
another little cute grind. Ellie's bottom had a light tan line,
and was just beginning to swell into womanliness. The way she
squeezed and shook those smooth cheeks made Anne's insides
flip. OK, she thought. Let's play.
    "Well, it sure helps me look. But not for my contacts!"
    With a look of triumph, Ellie threw her fists in the
air. "Woo-hoo!" Then she smacked her cheeks.
    "OK, my turn. You can't look." And Anne rolled over
onto her back and spread her legs. I wonder what Ellie will
make of THIS? She had a moment of doubt: should she be doing
this? Her sister was EIGHT, for God'sake. But it feels so good.
. . I don't care, my missy just feels too good. "OK, here's the
show. . ."
    When Ellie eagerly turned, she hadn't known what to
expect. Maybe Annie would pull down her pants too? What she saw
was at first a tiny disappointment, but then she noticed how
LONG her big sister's legs were, and what an amazingly smoooth
journey it was from her knees down to the fascinating center of
her, that mysterious, bunchy place between her legs. . .And
Anne's panties had indeed bunched into her damp pussy, defining
the tantalizing outline of her sex.
    "Like the show?" Anne's right foot pointed and pushed
her butt off the floor a bit. Ellie stood, panties still down
at her thighs, with her mouth open.
    "Annie. . .you're so beeYOUtiful!" The reverence with
which she breathed this made Anne blush. She grinned and made
little circles with her firm, athletic bottom.
    "Why thank you." She felt her missy just gushing.
Better close up now or I'm going to start dripping on the
floor! She sat up, laying a hand on her crotch and idly
rubbing. "Your turn!"
    Ellie stared at her sister, feeling a little
breathless. She swallowed. "Hmmm. . ." She absently touched her
own slit, and patted. Anne had an urge to help her, but waited.
This was getting a little . . .scary, she thought. But it
really, really felt good. And she had never had any kind of
feeling like this before. Especially for her little sister!
Yes, Ellie was cute, adorable even, with her shoulder-length
blonde hair and Little Miss America looks.
But Anne's affection had always been sisterly, motherly,
protective. Never sexual, or at least never that she had been
aware of. . .
    "Okay," chirped Ellie, "turn around!" Anne did so,
sitting cross-legged on the floor and looking into the mirror
that leaned against the opposite wall. She heard lots of
rustling from the bed, and noticed how hugely erect her puffy
nipples were. "Wow," and she took them between her fingers and
squeezed. "Ohhh, man, I'm going to have to get myself off
pretty soon," she shuddered.
    A little voice called from the bed. "Okay now, before
you look. . .umm. . .before you look, you have to kneel up in
front of the bed with your eyes closed!" Anne clumsily turned
and felt her way to the foot of the bed and knelt up.
    "Ready?" she said.
    "Ready." answered Ellie.
    Anne opened her eyes to the erotic vision of her little
sister Ellie lying on the bed, completely naked. One leg was
splayed out and bent, in a brazen display of the girl's
hairless little glistening slit. One thin arm lay straight out,
while the other bent back around her head like a reclining
movie star's. Ellie eyes were squeezed shut and she had a huge
grin on her face.
    Anne's tongue came out and licked her lip. "Well," she
murmured.
    Ellie's eyes popped wide open. "Like the show??!!" Anne
could only nod. She could smell the little girl's excitement, a
feral sweetness. On an impulse, she quickly leaned down and
planted a smooch on Ellie's open missy! Ellie squealed.
    "Hey!!"
    Before her sister could react further, Anne stood up.
She hooked her thumbs in her waistband. "Close your eyes!" she
scolded. Ellie did so, her hand going immediately to her moist
little crotch. She touched where the feeling of Annie's lips
still lingered, and stroked the area as she would a kitty. She
began stroking the kitty faster, and a wonderful, scary feeling
began welling up inside her.
    "Okay!" Ellie's hand stopped. She looked over the bed
to see Annie on the floor again with her bottom out, but now it
was bare!! Ellie scooted to the edge of the bed for a better
look.
    Annie smiled from the mirror. "Like the show?" Ellie
absently began rubbing her own missy again. Anne saw this. "I
guess you do," and she herself reached under and through her
thighs to touch herself. God, she was wet! "Want to see? Come
here, get right behind me." And Ellie jumped over to kneel,
lower legs splayed like a little girl's, between Anne's feet.
    "See here?" Anne spread her labia apart.
    Ellie leaned in, her little face just inches from her
sister's wet, fragrant pussy. "Wow," she breathed. "It's so
WET!"
    Anne felt the breath, and shuddered. "Mm-hmm. . .that's
because it feels really good. It gets wet when it's feeling
really good."
    "Mine feels really good, too! See," as little Ellie
opened her legs, "mine is wet, too!" She ran a finger down her
shining slit. "I thought I peed a little, but it's not really
like pee. . ."
    Anne watched all this from the mirror. "Does it feel
good when you play with your missy?"
    Ellie blushed, not really aware that she'd been
"caught". "Uh-huh."
    "Feels good to me, too." She ran her finger slowly
along her crack, from anus to clit. "Oooh. . ."  Ellie's eyes
were wide. "Try that," murmured Anne, as she worked her fingers
through her slit. "Just, do you fingers all around in your
missy." She watched, getting so hot, as little Ellie began
rubbing her bare little cunt in earnest. "Mmm, yeah, El, just
like you're fingerpainting in a nice, cozy circle." Ellie
heaved a shaky little sigh and smiled weakly. "You feel it?"
Ellie nodded, her lips parted. Her tiny hand made faster and
faster little circles. Anne
picked up her pace as well, sinking and swirling her fingers in
and out and around her own sopping missy. Oh God, she was
getting close! And her little sister was beginning to pant, as
her hips now were rising to the busy hand, pushing into it.
    The image was too much for Anne. She twirled around to
face Ellie, whose little tongue stuck out in concentration.
Anne put her hands on the little girl's thighs and looked into
her glazed eyes. "You want me to kiss it again?" she breathed.
Ellie could only nod helplessly.
    Anne picked the child up and almost threw her to the
bed. She roughly pulled Ellie to the edge and thrust the pliant
little legs outwards, outwards. Pulling the busy hand away,
Anne buried her face in her sister's humid crotch, and began
mauling the slick little pussy with her tongue. Immediately,
Ellie began to moan, a little-girl moan, high-pitched,
wavering, and frantic. This drove Anne wild, and she licked
furiously, sucking on the tender lips, then digging into the
fold that enclosed the little girl's budding clit.
    "Aaaaahh!! Annie, I"m. . .I'm,  aaaaaaAAAAaagh,. . .
ohhhhhhh, Annieeeeeeee, ohmmmmmmMMmmmaaaAAAAHhhh!! AAhh!!"
    Her sister slurped and sucked, and slid her tongue down
to lick Ellie's soapy-smelling, sweaty little asshole, then
wormed her tongue in there, too. The girl's bottom worked
furiously, spasming now, as Ellie was crying and screaming, her
arms flailing around her head and batting at the bed. Then
Anne's tongue slid up and her mouth glued itself to Ellie's
slit as the little girl went into a paroxysm of pleasure: her
bottom lifted straight up and froze, shaking vigorously. Then
it came down, with Anne's tongue still buried in her little
sister's sweetness. Spasm after slowing spasm racked Ellie's
little body.