Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 01:45:19 +0900
From: toxicslutsyndrome@outlook.com
Subject: Shitstorm [F/f, scat, incest (sisters), teen, reluctant, consensual, romantic, feet, watersports, vomit, caution]

Shitstorm [F/f, scat, incest (sisters), teen, reluctant, consensual,
romantic, feet, watersports, vomit, caution]

By ToxicSlutSyndrome (toxicslutsyndrome@outlook.com)

This story is entirely fictional, and includes extreme sexual situations
involving older teenagers. Beyond the tags above, I would like to emphasise
that the scat and body fluids elements are very heavy.

Any and all letters of support, constructive critiques, trolling, hate mail
and death threats will be gratefully received ^~^

***

Melissa turned the corner and emerged, finally, into arrivals. At midday
there was a smattering of people waiting on friends and family; not quite a
crowd. She stopped for a moment and scanned the faces, the variations in
tone bewildering her slightly after spending so long away from home, the
longest she had been in her short life. Yet she soon found the one face she
was looking for, the one that was already smiling back at her, and
Melissa's heart started beating so fast that it was as if she noticed it
moving for the first time.

Claire pushed herself off the pillar she had been reclining against,
returning Melissa's shy smile with her own confident grin. Today would be a
good day, she thought, as she gently strolled up to the gate to meet her
fine young lover. A junior broker at a leading city firm, Claire was only
23 herself, but Melissa was a mere 18 years of age, just young enough,
still, to wear a schoolgirl's uniform. And Melissa had of course obliged
her request to wear it today, Claire thought with satisfaction, running her
eyes up the girl's body lavasciously, with neither concealment nor
shame. Melissa's shiny blonde hair was tied up in perfect pigtails, and her
wide eyes, further defined with dark liner, stared back at Claire, her lips
curling around the long pink nail that she was gently chewing. The
schoolgirl's slim body was perfect, with a tight white shirt wrapped around
those hard, medium-sized tits, several buttons open at the top to leave a
hint of cleavage showing, and her tie dangling loosely around her
neck. Melissa's lower half began with a navy-blue pleated mini-skirt, from
which her long, slim legs rapidly emerged, bare until they entered white
pull-up socks that extended up above her knees. One calf was held cutely
behind the other, and both led down to petit feet encased in girlish
leather shoes with a slight heel. Yes, Claire thought, Missy was a truly
gorgeous number, especially so at this moment - and Missy was hers.

Melissa was still so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten to
move, at least until Claire began advancing up to the gate herself. After a
month of nothing but photos and imagination, Melissa's lover, at all times
a thing of beauty, had never looked more stunning. Claire's skin was paler
than Melissa's, almost white, yet her long hair, which she now wore untied,
was raven black. Her smile was accentuated by deep red lipstick, and she
wore a black choker around her neck. Beneath, Claire's taut body and large
breasts were defined by a tight, black leather evening dress. Her perfect
legs extended beneath, through satin garter stockings of the same shade,
into the highest of patent leather stilettos, which did nothing to impair
Claire's confident stride. Melissa gulped and, walking forward herself,
managed to meet Claire just a few feet outside the gate.

The two girls embraced tightly without a word, and then their lips met, and
then their tongues. Melissa felt the comfort she had too long sought as
Claire pushed hers into the younger girl's mouth, and a second wave of love
and lust washed across her as she tasted a dark, earthy flavour already on
it, leaving Melissa wildly rubbing her own tongue up against in hopes of
finding more. When Claire finally broke the kiss, she continued staring
into Melissa's eyes as a strand of brownish saliva extended between
them. Smiling naughtily, she said, "Welcome back, little sis!"

***

They sat on the back seats of a taxi heading home. Claire had sprung for a
special cab with shaded windows, and she sat in the back-left seat, with
her sister in the middle. They had been apart for far too long to waste any
time away from each other now.

Many sisters are close and loving, but Claire and Melissa were far closer
than most. Almost four years back, their parents died in a traffic
accident, leaving the younger Melissa especially distraught. Claire assumed
the role not only of an older sister, but of a guardian to the younger
girl, and though Melissa could not be said to have fully recovered,
Claire's dutiful love had brought her spirits back sooner than either would
have thought possible. This trip, Melissa's first away from home alone
since their parents' passing, had been suggested by Claire as a part of
that recovery.

"So, how was Australia, sweetest?", asked Claire. Melissa's face lit up
again. "Sunny! Very sunny! A lot of animals... And, what you said before,
very...conservationist...?" Claire tutted and giggled. "Very
*conservative*, Missy. *Conservative*. You didn't...mention anything to
cousin Ruth, did you?" It was Melissa's turn to laugh. "No, no! I think
she'd have enough of a problem with me having a boyfriend at my age...she
looked so relieved when I told her I didn't!" "Oh dear!"

The girls giggled along, swapping stories for some time until Claire
broached another subject: "Well, how was the flight?" "Oh, it was fine,
they really took care of me. But the meals were kind of, um..." Melissa's
stomach cut in with a deep rumble, as if to finish her point. "Maybe I
shouldn't have picked the seafood...", she continued sheepishly. "Didn't
use the loo?", asked Claire, a little concerned. "I...could have, I
guess...", explained Melissa. "It's just...it's been so long, I hoped we
could...y'know...straight away..." She turned to Claire with wide, sweet
eyes that nonetheless lacked a certain innocence. "Everything in Ruth and
Matt's house was so...neat and tidy...and quiet... I couldn't even touch
myself, let alone..."

Claire reached her arm around her sister's shoulders and smiled at
her. "Shhh...of course we can, sweetest. Of course." Checking that the
partition window was blocking the driver's view, she placed her second hand
on Melissa's taut tummy. "I've missed you so much, Claire", Melissa
whimpered. "I've missed *us*. How we smell, how we...taste... Everything."
"As I have missed you, Missy", her sister replied, fingers creeping down
the spotless white shirt, across that little pleated skirt.

"Oh, Claire...", sighed Melissa, "Please, please..." She began fumbling
with the buckle of her seatbelt, desperate to allow her sister access to
her sweltering girlhood. "No, sweetest", responded Claire, pushing
Melissa's hand away, all stern guardian for a moment. She held the seat's
buckle firmly shut. "Remember what happened to Mum and Dad..." A little
flash of fear passed through the younger sister's eyes, and she leaned in
to Claire even more closely. "I...I'm sorry...I never want to lose you!"
The elder sister softened again. "I'm never going to let that happen", she
promised, gently kissing Melissa's neck as her hand returned to its nether
exploration.

Claire's fingers passed under Melissa's navy skirt, and clambered along the
leather car seat toward the younger girl's gusset. Reaching out, Claire
embraced the silky, wettening warmth of her sister's panty-clad vulva,
eliciting a small moan with the contact. She softly ran her fingertips up
the fabric obscuring Melissa's labia, towards the hood of her clitoris,
juices soaking through where she applied pressure. Her little sister's clit
was already hard, and needed little coaxing to reveal, even through the
material. Claire smiled as she began to massage it with her thumb, while
lowering the long, dark fingernail of her index...

Melissa truly began to ride the waves of her pleasure, sluttishly twisting
a nipple through her school shirt while chewing a pink fingernail to keep
from crying out enough to alert the driver. All thoughts of fear or danger,
or even time, were again lost to her as her beloved sister worked magic on
her pulsing crotch. Then, just as she was becoming accustomed to this
pleasurable rhythm and seeking to accelerate it, Claire paused in making
love to her neck, and whispered in her ear: "Relax, Missy, you're home. Let
go..." And on that final beat, her pleasure was punctuated by a sharp,
burning shock of feeling, and a sudden need to release her bladder.

Claire began to finger Melissa harder just as she drove the tip of her
fingernail through the fabric of her sister's panties, and into her unaware
urethra. The unexpected interplay with one of Missy's most sensitive spots
was a risk, but she needed to finish the girl off before the taxi stopped,
exposing them. Claire watched knowingly as first pure shock passed through
her sister's eyes, and then release, as the increasingly intense
manipulations of her clit broke pain into obvious pleasure...and her
bladder opened...

Melissa was overwhelmed by a small, sharp urethral orgasm that seemed to
have come out of nowhere, melting away the initial pain. Her sex was a mass
of heat and liquid, as juices sprayed out of her...wait, was that...?
"Uh...c-cumming, oh, cumming PISS! Ooh!" She continued writhing in pleasure
as several golden jets shot out, splattering the leather partition in front
with urine, before collapsing back against her seat in a ruddy mess of
perspiration. It was only then that she realised the taxi had come to a
stop.

"Everything okay back there?", asked the taxi driver, opening the partition
window. Claire had already brought herself up there to block the
view. "Well", she said, keeping an admirably straight face, "I'm afraid my
poor little sister has had a bit of an...accident. Terribly sudden. Awful
flight, you know." The man sighed. "I have to clean those seats myself, you
realise..." "I quite understand. Might a small tip would show our
sympathies? Perhaps...triple the journey fee?" The driver shrugged
obstinately, and Claire closed the window again.

"Are we...in trouble...?", Melissa asked her, worry setting in as her
afterglow drained. "Oh, Missy," comforted Claire. "Did the girls from Piss
Sluts Gone Cray Cray VII get into trouble? And that was an entire
villa. Don't worry about a thing: your big sis is going to take care of
this." Claire fished around in her pocket for something, and pressed it
into Melissa's small, sweating palm. "Here's the key so you can let
yourself in and get cleaned up. I'll bring in the rest of your stuff. Call
me up when you're ready to...get dirty again." Claire kissed the top of
Melissa's head before watching her scamper off into the house.

***

A short time later, Claire entered the darkness of her sister's room,
shadows interrupted only by light from the occasional scented candle
against a wall or shelf. Their frail luminescence revealed Melissa lying
back on her bed. Her skin was bare other than her frilly white lingerie,
yet Claire noticed with surprise that while her sister had otherwise
stripped, her footwear had become less revealing. Melissa's long legs were
crossed and clad in black, knee-high lace-up trainer boots, gently waving
in the air behind her, as if to welcome Claire in.

"Well, aren't those sweet?", said Claire, sitting down on the side of
Melissa's bed, and gently beginning to stroke her sister's shoulders and
golden hair. "Sweet?", Melissa giggled. "That's not...quite what I had in
mind, but..." "Shhh..", Claire answered, slowly but deliberately placing
her forefinger against her sister's lips. "Everything about you will always
be sweet to me. Speaking of which..." Claire's clear voice trailed off as
she climbed on the bed and brought her head between her sister's legs.

Amongst the ambient scent of the candles scattered around the room, Claire
had at first thought she had smelled a darker undercurrent in here, though
it always evaded a clear fix from her senses whenever she became aware of
it. At the top of the bed, Melissa's perfume had overwhelmed the odour,
pushing it out of Claire's mind, but down at the bottom it returned, and
with greater strength. Yes, thought Claire: it was unmistakably the scent
of her little sister's warm, wet girlshit...but where? Claire brought her
head forward in search, lightly sniffing Melissa's crotch before giving her
sister's panty-clad cunt an inquisitive lick.

Melissa, seeing that Claire had begun to understand her game, giggled
again, whispered, "Sorry, not quite!", and again began to gently cycle her
legs in her excitement, raising her perfect buttocks a little off the
bed. She had yet to change her knickers since the most unfortunate incident
in the taxi, and there were subtle skidmarks on their middle and back, even
in the dim light almost as evident from outside as the piss-stains along
the front.

Claire felt her heartbeat accelerating as her sister revealed the first
traces of her crap, and found herself diving towards Melissa's ass,
lavasciously licking at the fabric of her panties, as if trying to extract
the small remnants of her waste out through it and onto her tongue. Yet
there was no telltale brown lump clinging to Melissa's cheeks. "Not there
yet, but you're getting warmer!" she heard Melissa call. Indeed, Claire
thought, as she brought the fingertips of her right hand down to rest on
her rapidly-engorging clit, I am.

Melissa saw her sister bring her head up from her crotch with a slightly
confused expression, which could not help but provoke another fit of
giggles from her. She again cycled her legs with gentle mirth, her right
calf falling to rest on her sister's shoulder. Claire's puzzlement seemed
to persist for just a moment longer, after which a clear look of
recognition passed the older girl's face, before it turned towards the
boot. Melissa smiled.

Oh, you horny, horny bitch, Claire thought. How I love you so. The scent
was still subtle, but so much stronger around Melissa's legs. There could
be no mistake. Her hands shaking just a little, Claire brought Melissa's
right calf down carefully onto the bed, and began hurriedly unlacing the
elegant denim boot encasing it. She untied the knot, hands shaking slightly
like a girl opening her most-anticipated birthday present, and gently,
gently slid it off.

From beneath the browned tongue of Melissa's boot, the full putrescence of
what Missy had done was revealed to Claire. The sight and smell churned her
stomach and burned her cunt. Her little sister's long, slim leg was
entirely coated from beneath the knee in sloppy crap. Melissa's small foot
slipped out with a wet pop, making it clear as mud that the crap was
thickest at the bottom; as the girl wriggled her filthy toes in the dim
light, small lumps of faeces ran out from between them, and off the tops of
her pink-painted toenails.

"Surprise!", Claire heard, but Melissa's voice was somehow distant, and it
barely registered. instead, her senses were overwhelmed by foul odors and,
as soon as she could possibly manage it, fouler tastes. Claire lay down
beside her sister, but in the opposite direction, her face aligned with
Melissa's deliciously browned toes. "Indeed, nothing could be sweeter...",
Claire told the teen temptress, lowering her face towards them. She paused
briefly to inhale deeply, close to the source, before gingerly slipping out
her tongue.

As its tip met the stained underside of Missy's big toe, Claire got her
first hit of the flavour: deep, earthy and foul. It chilled her as she
continued to run her tongue slowly across the surface, while her sister
wiggled and giggled. As Claire began cleaning the crevices between
Melissa's toes and where they met her sole, she found larger morsels of
pure shit and even undigested kernels of corn, either still warm from its
emergence, or reheated and marinaded in sweat, deep within her sister's
boots. The abhorrent tastes released as she chewed this recycled food and
rolled it around her mouth were turning even her tested stomach, and she
found herself drawn to self-pleasure merely to keep herself from
vomiting. She slipped the ends of her fingers inside her panties, and began
running her incipient wetness across her hardening clit.

Melissa, meanwhile, was excited both by the fecal odours exposed to air by
the removal of her boot, and the gentle yet gross tongue-bath she was
receiving from her sister. She had also begun reaching inside her underwear
to explore her shaven slit, already slick with juices and piss. Gently
frigging herself, she allowed her sister many minutes of reverie,
occasionally playfully smearing her shit across across Claire's lips with
her toes and laughing. But when the crap was largely cleared from her foot,
and Claire seemed to be fully aroused, she withdrew her legs.

"Dearest Claire, this little foot massage is all well and good, but I want
something a bit more...I wanna be held by my big sister again...", said
Melissa, smiling shyly. Claire stopped touching herself and sat up. "Of
course, Missy. I missed even your toes so much that I almost forgot about
the rest of you! Very well, let's have another look at what's in your
knickers..." "Um...Claire...I was thinking more of...do you think we could
we have a...*shitstorm*...?" Melissa whispered the word, but emphatically,
as she turned her eyes downwards, and her little face reddened. Claire drew
breath, her heart beating faster, "...Sweetest, are you sure...?" The
younger sister turned back to face her, conviction in her voice: "Yes, oh
yes, I'm sure. It's...all I've thought about these past weeks. *You're* all
I've thought about." Claire responded with a fond, reassuring smile, before
leaning over and drizzling saliva and the remnants of her sister's own
fecal matter between Melissa's pink lips, then dancing tongues with her
through a haze of dirt.

When the girls were done with their last moments of foreplay, Claire began
to remove her clothes with some urgency. Melissa, who had merely to slide
off her left boot and dishevelled knickers to prepare, watched excitedly,
lightly rubbing her hardening nipples through her bra. Claire elegantly
unzipped her dress and stepped out, revealing her firm, round tits and taut
stomach to the dim candlelight. She smoothly pulled her increasingly sodden
panties down her long, bestockinged legs, and lightly flicked them away as
she stepped out of her stilettos, leaving her wearing nothing but pantyhose
and her trademark choker. She sat with her arms around her beloved sister,
sharing several more deep and lightly brown kisses as they prepared for the
main event.

"Okay, are you ready, little one?", said Claire, and on seeing her sister
nod, "Let's roll over." Both girls moved fully onto the bed, embracing
again but this time with their legs, as they assumed a scissoring
stance. Claire, her head at the base of the bed as Melissa reclined against
the pillows, asked teasingly, "You do still have some left in you, don't
you?" "Oh, enough to fill you up and then some!", purred her sister in
response. They twisted and fumbled with the slight awkwardness of lovers
parted for a time, but quickly managed to recover and align themselves for
their most vile, and yet somehow most loving of acts.

Claire began first, having yet to feel release today, squeezing out rank
winds across her sister's vulva. As Melissa began trembling in anticipation
and some still vestige of visceral, unconquered horror, Claire soothed her
with gentle kissing and stroking of her calves. "I do this because I love
you", she said, as the tip of a large, solid turd emerged from her
bowels. Melissa whimpered at the feel of her big sis's log licking the nub
of her clitoris, leaving a stinking, stinging trail of caustic waste across
the entrance to her teenage womb. This was so wrong, and yet so, so deeply
needed.

The younger girl's mind returned, as it always did at these times, to their
first experience, considering her wonder at how the 'sex' she learned about
at school could be conducted when neither partner had a penis - how girls
could find things, parts of themselves, with which to fill each other...?
"Do you trust me?", Claire asked her, just like always. Just the same as on
that first night she had come to her big sister's bed for solace - the
night of their parents' funeral. "Uuu...hhu...yes. I love you sis!", gasped
Melissa, finding the only answer in this moment, opening both mind and body
as the ripe turd slithered into her cunt.

"This is my gift to you; this is my love", whispered Claire to the sister
she had raised into both a beautiful, charming woman, and a base, depraved
sex toy. Melissa thought she came up with the idea, of course - Claire
doubted it would ever have worked if she hadn't - but Claire had planted
it, subtly, in conversations sparked by natural sexual curiosity: "This is
how us women can make love. Now we're by ourselves. Now we don't have
anyone to depend on but each other." On that first night, she had comforted
her sister - and herself - by bringing to life the dreams and nightmares
she saw night after night slumped asleep in front of her computer after
finishing her homework, searching for stranger and darker things within and
without. She squeezed off her turd as it packed Missy's little cunt with
filth.

Melissa ran her fingers across her shitty clitoris as the aroma reached
her, filling her, trance-like, with the full realisation of the warm mass
that pleasured her vaginal walls, smearing their tiny pink surfaces with
filthy crap. The turd extended out a little from her entrance as she
squeezed her cunt muscles around it, oozing brown-tinged cum out across her
labia. Warmer, more organic than a dildo, it almost itched pleasurably as
toxic grit was rubbed deep into her folds.

"Missy...?", asked Claire, nibbling at the girl's heels to bring her
around. "...uhh..." "If you would do the honours..." "Oh...of course!" The
sisters rolled around slightly to realign themselves, each small movement
driving Melissa a little crazier as the shit touched new places within
her. After a few moments, Melissa lowered her rosebud over Claire's pussy,
and, as her sister held her cuntal lips apart, began to evacuate her
bowels.

Shitting felt exquisite as fecal matter on both sides of the so-thin wall
between her pussy and rectum pushed against it. Melissa was so caught up in
the feeling that it wasn't until she heard her sister's shriek of laughter
that she realised there was much more than just solid waste this
time. "Diarrhea?", cackled Claire as the first lumpy splatters spluttered
out across the neatly-trimmed hairs of her bush, "Oh, you shouldn't have!"
"Uh, sorry. That airplane food, huh? Uh, mhm...", returned Melissa,
beginning to spray sloppy, wet girlscat into her big sister's waiting cunt.

Claire was intoxicated now, flicking her slippery clit as Melissa's goopey
crap poured into her lovehole. Its liquid warmth was almost like a douche,
but she shuddered in mad lust to consider that rather than purifying water,
she was willingly befouling herself with putrid wastes. Yes, she was taking
the most intimate part of herself, what God had intended as a newborn
child's innocent passage into this world, and turning it into a toilet for
no higher reason than her own sick pleasure. As the irregular flow from her
sister's anus slowed to a trickle, leaving her vaginal canal a stagnant
pool of fecal filth, Melissa pulled away, allowing Claire's fingertips into
her cunt to spread the browning outside. Droplets of wet shit glistened on
her trimmed pubes as she brought tiny solids upwards; lumpy strings of
undigested onion skin to crown the nipples atop her breasts.

"Sweetest", Claire said breathily, "you wouldn't believe how this
feels... We should have tried diarrhea before! Ah, but now I need the taste
again..." "Uh...uh...yes, sis. I wanna try it..." Claire disentangled her
long legs from her sister's, and gently pulled the overwhelmed Missy over
her. As Melissa's shit-packed cunt came into view above her, and the wicked
aroma of her own turd became intense, Claire felt re-energised, and her
sister's excitement at coming face-to-face with her sloppy, stinking
teenshit smeared across a gorgeous young pussy was just as evident. "Oh,
holy crap!"

"Eat up, little one, it's good for you!", taunted Claire, before rapidly
laying into the shaven teen slit before her. Skidmarks ran out across her
sister's vulva in all directions, and the smell and taste of salivating
twat mixed with her own decaying crap overwhelmed her as she ran her tongue
towards Melissa's toxified clitoris.

"Oh...oh, yeah, Claire, that's it....RIGHT there...", purred Melissa in
response to the light touch of Claire's skillful tongue. The younger sister
began to breathe deeper, her stomach revolting as she inhaled putrid fumes
from the diarrhea-packed snatch in front of her. "Lick my shitty clit,
Claire...uh...oh, please eat my shitty cunt out!"

Claire felt Melissa's cunny begin to rhythmically squeeze around the firm
log inside it, and continued her foul love-making, slipping first her right
index finger in alongside it, and then her middle. Her fingertips ran
across the slick, dirtied vaginal walls around her sister's g-spot, but the
stodgy turd felt against the tops of her digits blocked her attempt to
accurately finger that special place. In response, she thrust her fingers
more harshly and deeply into the fudge, cutting at it with her nails. She
brought her mouth gently down from its clitoral duties, and wrapped it
around the base of her fingers, using her tongue to draw out detached lumps
of her warm shit, marinaded in girlcum. Crap drizzled into her long, black
hair as she worked hungrily to draw tiny, waxy lumps into her mouth, and
roll them around with her tongue, savouring the bitterness.

Melissa was gasping at the feel of those shitty, gritty fingertips dancing
around so close to her pleasure spot. Her cunt muscles pulled tight around
the stool within her, squeezing out shit juices and hastening the descent
of baby turds into her sister's waiting mouth. But she knew she needed
something more to take her towards orgasm, and besides, why should she have
all the fun? Claire's raven cunt lay just before her, and it ached for the
touch of her loving tongue just as surely as she craved to taste the
feculent horrors within. Yet the odor of the yellowed, rejected seafood
that made up the solids in her diarrhea was grotesque beyond even anything
she had yet experienced in her descent into the basest toilet sex.

Steeling her stomach for contact recalled Melissa's early months of
experimentation with her sister, in which they had trained themselves to
contain vomiting, first from only a few seconds of taste. Claire assured
her that these skills were vital for proper lovemaking, real adulthood:
"You love me, don't you?", Claire had asked. "O...of course!", Melissa
returned, instinctively clutching the arm of the only family left to
her. "Truly? Absolutely?", Claire countered with a firm smile. "Yes!" "But
that means you need to love all of me. Without and within. Not just what's
on the surface, but what's inside." "What's...inside? You mean...?" "Yes,
that is true love, sweetest. It won't be easy, but this will bring us
pleasure for the rest of our lives. Now, let's try again", Claire had
concluded, bringing another smeared finger to Melissa's tear-stained
lips. And she was right. Learning to hold it down was hard, but the intense
highs shitsex brought to their relationship had bound them closer even than
Melissa could have imagined back then. Steadily breathing in the repugnant
scent, feeling perverse ecstasy spark between the vibrations in her
quivering quim and shuddering stomach, she prepared herself. She'd make her
big sister proud once again.

Oh, but it was horrible. Terrible. Wonderful. Melissa's tongue swam through
the putrid grease with which she had defiled her own sister's womb. The
acidic broth that even her bowels had seen fit to reject flowed into her
mouth like honey, as the loving touch of her big sis on her own befouled
cunt cross-wired parts of her brain that should never have met: revulsion
and love, beauty and horror. She sipped and slurped, filling her aching
mouth with poisons, and drizzling them back across Claire's taut stomach
and trimmed raven bush. Then she dove back in for more, letting her tongue
search the depths of her sister's folds for further rotten morsels.

Claire began to feel the touches of her sister's tongue inside her at the
moment she bit open her first prized, rancid nugget. The brushes against
her shit-slick walls were so gentle, yet formed a perfect counterpoint to
the angry, cutting flavours of her turd, formed, as she recalled, from a
fine roast lunch. The parts that had survived the journey through her
intestines were no longer so fine, having been reduced to scraggly rinds of
decaying fat and roughage. She eagerly ran them around her palate,
savouring and then choking them down, tingling, smiling as another tongue
lovingly ate from her. After swallowing the first round of her rich,
womanly crap, Claire returned with a renewed desire for more, reaching her
fingers and tongue together into the younger girl's cunt, now a disfigured,
gaping brown hole, leaking caustic waste in all directions.

Melissa, meanwhile, was far down her depraved path to orgasm, senses
overwhelmed by foulness, when Claire began her second, deeper
assault. Whether the warm, soft probes that inflamed her diseased puss were
fingers, tongues or merely crumbling lumps of shit, she had no way of
knowing. All she knew now was that it had become a conduit of pure
pleasure, one that somehow made the repugnant broth drooling down her face
from between slack lips not merely bearable, but darkly delicious. Riding
the wave of ecstasy passing through her almost to its peak, she thrashed
her tongue wildly at the fountain of filth that her sister's vagina had
become, as stocking-clad thighs wrapped themselves around her head, pulling
her in deeper. Ragged taunts encouraged her decadent exploration just as
surely as the intense finger-fucking she was receiving: "That's right
bitch, drink your stinking diarrhea right out of me...! Goddamn, OH
GodDAMN...I love you SO MUCH, you FUCKING little toilet-mouthed SHITWHORE!"

This sweet talk simply drove Melissa harder, ever harder...too hard. Just
as her crisis approached, fighting to escape her pussy and run riot
throughout her body, her tongue wandered across a dark little turdlette
nestled in Claire's innermost folds. Retrieving it, she bit without caution
through its tough shell of compacted bowel fruit into the raw flesh of some
diseased sea creature. This was the wonderful poison her body had attempted
to flush from itself...*to deprive her of*? Even against the harsh backdrop
of melted turds plastered across her gums and teeth, it was something
incomparable, unholy. Her gag reflex kicked in immediately - as did the
greatest orgasm of her life. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire,
and she would have screamed uncontrollably if her mouth wasn't spewing
forth a waterfall of vomit. Simultaneously, her completely overloaded vulva
simply lost control of its trembling, and an intense spray of deep golden
piss burst out of her bladder, splattering her sister's face, tits and hair
with concentrated urine.

Claire, for her part, never felt her orgasm coming. She should have
realised that even in her state of wild abandon, such a long build would
have a heavy payoff coming, but she was just so entranced in fingering the
intimate, rancid mess of a sexual organ she and her nasty little slut of a
sister had created. The warning signs only appeared as Missy unexpectedly
turned her open mouth into a urinal, washing down her delicious banquet of
turds with dark, pungent pee. And just as Claire had processed that
surprise, a second dark revelation hit as she felt a warm, lumpy liquid
spew across her genitals, refilling her aching puss. Gasping, she turned
her head downwards and looked between the cleavage of Melissa's quivering
tits. Even in the dim candlelight, she could clearly see what had happened
from the white chunks of deep stomach vomit that were intermingling with
her sister's regurgitated shit, running between her legs and into her
spasming cunt. Her...spasming...cunt, she thought briefly, God, what an ill
little creature to react in this way; not to close its tiny mouth as septic
poisons poured in, but somehow to eagerly open ever wider, as if to gorge
on them... Lord, how utterly wrong this was...why? And then, as the chunks
of vomit came to rest in the depths of her cervix, it happened, and she
came and came and came.

In the depths of heaven, the heights of hell, Melissa gave in entirely to
her pussy. Of course, she heard the garbled commands her sister yelled
about licking "shitvomit out of her cunt" with her "little BITCH, little
DAMNED toilet-paper tongue!", amid a string of other obscenities,
protestations of love, and implorations for God to forgive her. But it was
her pussy that moved her tongue, her pussy that urged her to dine on more
glorious filth, to fill the air she breathed and the palate of her petite
mouth with acidic lumps of undigested shit, all to feed her ungodly
high. Her pussy, oh my, was it three, four fingers in her now, or an entire
fist, scraping crap off her inner walls, churning it up inside her,
pounding it deep towards her womb? It drove her onwards in her quest for
depravity, sucking squelching, stinking fecal puke from Claire's womanhood,
splattering her girlish little blonde pigtails brown as they shook in
ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm rattled through her tiny, teenage body, as
piss and cum exploded out of her cunt. As she passed out, lost in pleasure
of this shitstorm, she knew it. This was true love, just like her sister
said.

***

Claire held Melissa from behind in the silence of the night, feeling her
breathe gently, inhaling all the scents of her body. Her sweetest was so
tired out after their lovemaking that she wanted to sleep almost straight
away. The clean-up could wait until tomorrow, and, besides, there was
something very intimate, very romantic, about lying together in their
wastes, a filthy nest of their own creation. Still, something bothered
Claire. Regret? Never. But perhaps what she had heard called...'guilt'?

"Missy, are you awake...?" But her sister's oblivious snoozing answered the
question for her. Never mind, that would have to wait, too. Still, the
final test was a success: Missy was hers now, absolutely. Even more than
before their brief separation, she accepted any suggestion, no matter how
depraved, not only as normal, but pure and loving. The girl was even
beginning to create her own kinky games. Yet, decadent as their
relationship undoubtedly was, Claire truly cared for her sister as more
than just some broken-in toilet fucktoy for bringing her sickest fantasies
to life - as she always had. Melissa was an adult now. She deserved to
know.

She'd understand. Wouldn't she? It would be hard, but ... Missy had to
realise that that bitch would never have let them have this. Was it so
unnatural for girls to even see each other naked? Especially sisters? Yet
even when they were children, Mother wouldn't so much as let Claire be in
the same room when Missy was going potty. And then when they grew older,
when Claire was caught 'practicing' kissing on her sister, and was
forbidden to touch her again, even to hold hands... That was the last
straw. Oh yes, Mother had it coming. Daddy? Well, she had nothing against
Daddy. Daddy was...collateral damage.

Claire had planned the crash with the meticulous diligence and precision
that went into her every school project. She learned which parts of the
Mercedes could be subtly altered within the bounds of normal manufacturing
variation, which trace drugs would escape chemical analysis. Between her
extensive research and icey intellect, by the time she executed her plan,
she understood crime scene investigation better than any of the fools at
the local constabulary ever would. 'Cause of death: accident, due to
driver's misjudgement.' She smiled at the memory. And if there had been
suspicions of foul play? They would never have fallen on a grieving little
daughter with a spotless record, now left to raise her even younger
orphaned sister.

No, Claire felt no 'guilt' over their deaths. Nothing at all...except what
she had taken from Missy. Seeing the tears run down her sister's face that
night, she almost confessed there and then. It was only the seeds she had
already planted, the suggestions Missy thought she made herself, that kept
the plan together. But now it was time to make things right. She'd
understand, now, that the gains outweighed the losses, surely, surely they
did...

"Uh...Claire, did you say something?", mumbled Melissa, rolling over to
face her big sis. Claire drew breath. "Missy! Yeah... It's about... It's
about Mum and Dad..." she choked out. As Melissa turned her little face
quizzically in the dim light, Claire saw her baby sister nonchalantly lick
a splash of her own faeces from the corner of her mouth as if it were no
different to chocolate, and, for no reason, shuddered. "Well, what is it?
...Sis?" Claire looked Melissa deep in the eyes, and
swallowed. "Uh... I... I...did...", she stumbled, stopping as she realised
there was wetness on her cheeks. "...miss them." No further words would
come.

Melissa stared back at her sister, and embraced her. "I understand," said
Melissa. "I miss them too. But I have you...my sweetest." Claire sobbed
gently as her sister's tongue entered her, and deposited a loving gift of
shit.