Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2006 12:23:26 -0500
From: harald v <haraldv1@loveable.com>
Subject: sars to lose 3

 	This is the third installment of "sars to lose", by me, Harald. I
donot claim any copyright beyond any bestowed by nifty.org. WARNING: This
installment contains situations involving underage teen females (ff, fff),
incest (sisters) and fetishism (masks). If any of this offends you, do not
read any further. I welcome constructive comments or questions. If you
would like to contact me, do so at haraldv1@loveable.com (NOT
yahoo.com---that email is shut down).

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      Meanwhile, back in room 107, Katie and the twins were sitting,
talking about the prom at the end of the year. Prom was a fairly intimate,
low keyaffair, and was held in the school's gymnasium. Boys were allowed,
but that was irrelevant to these three, since the twins were both lesbian,
and Katie a bisexual that had dated five girls in the past, but only one
guy.
      "Hey, y'all want to sneak out? I doubt Mr. McA'll even show. His
car's a junker. I bet it broke down on the QEW." offered Katie to the
twins.
      "Ummm. Sure, why not. I'm doing pretty well in homeroom, anyhow.
What's three attendance points?" Sarah shrugged.
      Sarah and Heather got up and followed Katie. They started walking
down the hallway, and Katie opened the door to Room 126, flipping the light
switch on. 126 was not ever used, except sometimes for storage. Inside, the
floor was covered in rust-colored carpet, and had very light blue
walls. The room was full of extra desk chairs, red or beige, with a dark
brown wooden table element.
      "Boy is it dusty in here!" commented Katie, brushing dust off her
shoulders.
      Heather nodded. All three leaned their backs on a teacher's desk at
the front of the room.
      "For the first time I'm glad to have a mask over my mouth. I'm kind
of allergic to dust." said Sarah, laughing shyly.
      "Yeah." said Katie. "And you actually look kinda cute with it
on. Mind me saying so?"
      "Nah." giggled Sarah. "You're the first person to say so, though."
      "I confess, I kind of have a fetish for masks. Both wearing and
seeing." said Katie.
      "How did you discover that?" asked Heather nervously. "That is, if
you don't mind."
      "Well, it happened when I was nine. My mother took me to get a flu
shot at Westside Hospital. She also agreed to take my friend Laura. She was
ten. When we got to the doctor's office for our shots, the nurse at the
front desk gave Laura and I each a mask to wear. I still don't quite know
why. We weren't sick, least, not that I remember."
      "Were they like yours or ours?" asked Heather.
      "No. These were those flat, pleated masks with the earloops, and they
were yellow. Kinda big on both of us, too. I remember my mask felt really
nice, though. Very soft."
      "What did Laura look like?" asked Sarah.
      "Well, small. Maybe four feet five. She was very slim, and hadn't
developed boobies or hips yet. She had long, wavy, blonde hair, with brown
streaks. That day, she was wearing a matching turquoise tank and skirt, and
white tights, and a white zip-up hoodie. Watching her breathe, you could
see her mask collapse against her mouth each time she inhaled."
      "Pretty girl." said Sarah. She sat down at one of the student desks
in the front row.
      "Just like you two." Katie said, as she knelt down in front of
Sarah. She rested her hand flat against Sarah's crotch. "Wow! You're
already a bit damp."
	Sarah's breathing started to become heavier. Her heart started to
race. She and Katie had never made love, and she had certainly never gotten
intimate wearing a dust mask before.
      "First time for everything," she thought.
      Sarah moved out of her seat so that she lay on the floor. She undid
her saddle shoes, trying to do so quickly, but having trouble as her hands
trembled.
      "Lie down" said Katie, softly. She obliged. Her sister lay on her
back next to her, shoes also off.
      "Ahhh, sis gettin' in on the action, too, eh?" giggled Katie. Sarah
turned her head to her right, looking at Heather, who looked back, eyes
suggesting she was smiling at the joke. Sarah giggled.
      "Hmmmmmm." said Sarah.
      "Well? Have you two ever experimented with eachother?" asked Katie.
      "What?!" asked Heather.
      "You kidding me?" asked Sarah.
      Katie took her mary janes off and set them aside.
      "Do you two ever masturbate?" she asked.
      "Well, yeah. I do in the shower each morning." said Sarah.
      "I do occasionally. Usually just when I'm alone, in the bedroom."
said Heather.
      "Well, same thing, really. Just for each other." said Katie,
nonchalantly. She proceeded to straddle Sarah's stomach, facing her head,
and began unbuttoning her shirt. She then gestured for Heather to get up.
      "Here, get in front of me, Heather. Same position." she said.
      "Oh, my god. You serious?!" asked Heather.
      "As SARS!" said Katie.
      "May as well. I'm trapped. May as well make the best of it." giggled
Sarah submissively. She had relaxed a little. Heather was still a little
uneasy, but kind of curious as well. She faced her sister, draping her leg
over Heather's abdomen, facing her head. She felt Katie's bosom pressing
against her. She also felt her own panties become a little damp.
      Katie began unbuttoning Heather's shirt. After she undid all but one
button, she lay her hands on Heather's soft, droopy, B-cup breasts. Heather
sighed, subconsciously putting her own hands on her twin sister's
breasts. Sarah moaned.
      Katie lay her head on Heather's left shoulder, and began kneading her
breasts slowly but firmly. Heather let out a soft grunt, turning her head
up and straightening her back. She began to press hard on Sarah's breasts,
moving her hands up her sister's chest, and gradually back down in slow
motions. Sarah loudly grunted, almost as if in pain, closing her eyes
briefly.
      Meanwhile, Katie got off of Sarah and sat down on the floor to watch,
and guide if need be.
      "Hot sistahs!" said Katie.
      Heather also got off of Sarah.
	"OK, Heather, now lay down on your side, next to your sister. Put
your right hand on Sarah. Anywhere. And just move it around. Like you do to
yourself when you're alone."
	Heather just looked at Sarah for a moment. Sarah then nodded back,
as if to give permission. She took her sister's hand and laid it on her
left breast. She nodded again, to reassure her sister that she wanted this.
	"Do me. Touch my breast."
	Heather did as told and squeezed her sister's impossibly soft
breast. Sarah sighed. Heather continued by placing her other hand over her
sister's right breast, and gently kneaded them, as she liked to do to
herself to start things off.
	"How does that feel?" she asked. Her sister just moaned loudly. She
could see Sarah open her mouth, even underneath the white mask that covered
it. Heather continued this for a good thirty seconds or so, at which point
Sarah's back arched. She moaned again, and placed her left index and middle
fingers on her clitoris. She began to move her fingers briskly and firmly
in counterclockwise circles as her sister continued to knead her
breasts. She let out a sigh and arched her back again. This was followed by
two loud moans. She finally relaxed about fifteen seconds later.
	"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!"
	The bell startled the three girls. They all got up and made sure
their clothes were on neatly, and that their masks fit snugly. Katie and
the twins were all in the same class next period: Biology, taught by
Mr. Warnimont in Room 138. Mr. W. was known to be a stickler for
perfection, and that included being on time, so as soon as they were all
dressed and neat, they ran down to 138. A few people noticed them
barrelling out of the normally unused room they were in, but noone seemed
to care.
	The girls got in right before the bell sounded. Anka, Brittney, and
Jessica, the only other students in the class, were already there. They
were all simply wearing the uniform light blue button up shirt, charcoal
plaid skirt and navy blue sweater, with the bright blue disposable masks
given to most of the girls. They had hung their jackets up.
	Anka was fourteen, and was just under five feet tall. She had wavy,
dark brown hair, teased back in a pontyail with a pink ribbon. She had a
light tan and very slim figure, seeming to suggest a fairly flat chest. She
had an extremely young face with huge, bright blue eyes. Unfortunately, due
to the outbreak, her young face was covered by a grey cartridge respirator
that she got to keep after completing an internship for a non-profit that
builds homes for the needy. The mask was made out of rubber, and had pink
plastic circular cartridges sticking out of each side of it. You could
easily see the thick grey straps holding it firmly against her mouth and
nose.
	"Hey there, Darth Vader!" joked Katie.
	"Uhhhh, hey." laughed Anka, causing a hiss every time she breathed
in.
	"You heading to the mall later?" asked Katie.
	"Yeah I am." said Anka in a severely muffled voice. "My father's
actually letting me go basically anywhere, as long as I have the mask on."
	"Didn't he know they were passing out the disposables?"
	"Yeah, but he says this cartridge respirator is better."
	"Hmmmm. Well..."
	At the point of awkwardness, Katie was saved by the bell, so to
speak. Katie and the rest of the girls drew out their textbooks as
Mr. W. rushed in and gave his lecture on flora and fauna around
Mt. Rainier.
	The day progressed through five more periods. For Katie, that meant
P.E., typing, physics, English and French.
	Within an hour, Katie was home in her apartment, which she shared
with Anna and their parents. Anna had already gotten home and taken off her
mask. She was already in her white, frilly nightgown and red fleece,
vinyl-soled booties, doing homework.
	"So, did Mr. Wong overload you with art homework?" asked Katie,
still with her mask on.
	"Yeah! We have thirty vocab words to memorize by tomorrow." groaned
her little sister.
	"When did he assign it?"
	"Just today."
	"Annnnnnna!!" scolded Katie, unconvinced.
	"Well, the last five ones anyway. Brianna and Loquanda were being
rude, so we all had to suffer. Doesn't that suck?" said Anna, trying to
steer the conversation.
	"OK, I'm not going to tell mom that you're backed up against a
wall, but if she asks, I won't hide anything either."
	The door knocked. Katie ran over and answered it.
	"Hi!" said Katie.
	"Hi!" said Anka, who was now dressed in jeans, grey sneakers, a
pink t-shirt with white stars below the collar, and her big, grey, rubber
mask that she was wearing to school during SARS.Her hair was teased back
and held that way by a pink ribbon.
	"Come on in. I still gotta change. Why do you have that big
respirator over your mouth, anyhow? Wouldn't a dust mask be more
comfortable?" inquired Katie, gesturing for Anka to follow her to her room.
	Anka loudly sighed, her breathing amplified through her
mask. "Well, my dad just says these are better. He's kind of freaked out
about it. He bought the same kind of face mask for my three sisters."
	"Wow! And they're quite a bit younger. Are they dealing with it
alright?" asked Katie.
	"Oh yeah. Carla and Rachel are kind of amused by it. Typical eight
year olds. They think they're mad scientists or something." she laughed.
	"And Erin?"
	"She doesn't love it, but she's compliant. She turns 10 next week,
and for her birthday, we got her a pair of pajamas she had been wanting
because she had been so good about the SARS mask thing."
	"No kidding?"
	"Yeah, they're peach colored two piece ones with feet."
	"Awwwwwww!!!" cooed Katie, quickly stripping out of her uniform and
doffing her bright blue face mask, tossing it in her trash can.
	"Yeah, so we all have at least one pair of footies now." said Anka,
with a hint of embarrassment.
	"Hey, I have four! Practically all I sleep in!" giggled Katie.
	"You would, Katie Cat! You're so..." Anka rolled her eyes trying to
think of the word.
	"So...what?" giggled Katie, now standing naked in front of her.
	"So...cute." said Anka.
	Katie smiled and walked over to Anka. "Awwwww." she giggled, and
pecked Anka on the cheek. Anka let out a loud, muffled gasp, and then
hissed as she exhaled.
	"I knew what you meant. Adorable in a...well...still-wears
footed-PJ's sort of way." said Katie.
	"Uhhhh...uhhhh....yeah. That's what I meant..." she said. Katie
could hear an unspoken "but", though.
	"Can you take off your face mask?" asked Katie.
	"Uhhh" she sighed "No...I better not."
	"That's OK." Katie stood in front of Anka and gently put her arms
around her. The two girls stood in embrace, with their heads each resting
on the other's right shoulder. Anka's heart started to race as Katie's firm
B-cup breasts pressed against her chest.
	"Can I take off your shirt, Anka?" Katie asked gently.
	"Uhhh...yeah" she said, her breathing becoming very loud with her
respirator on.
	"Here, why don't you sit down on my bed. It'll be easier."
	Anka sat down on the side edge of Katie's twin-sized bed, which had
a pink and white striped comforter, pink sheets, and a white pillow with a
Mickey Mouse pattern on it. Katie stood in front of her and grabbed her
pink t-shirt on the edge. Anka rose her arms. Katie peeled it off of her,
coaxing it over the cartridges on each side of Anka's mask. Anka then lay
down.
	"I feel so...small," confessed Anka. "My chest is completely..."
	"Gorgeous" said Katie, slowly running her hands up and down Anka's
body, starting at her breasts, which were indeed barely beginning to
show. She had dark brown nipples about an inch wide, and protruded half
that when erect, as was the case now. They were surrounded by small, very
soft mounds of flesh about two inches wide, and that proturuded less than
an inch.
	Anka moaned as Katie gently tweaked her nipples.
	"How does that feel?" asked Katie?
	Anka just took a deap breath, letting out a quieter, muffled moan.
	"Good to hear." said Katie. Katie then proceeded to take Anka's
shoes off, first her left, then her right. She then unbuckled and unzipped
Anka's jeans, sliding them off. Katie laid a hand on Anka's crotch, over
her panties, which were white with yellow stars, and made of thick
cotton. They had already become sticky and damp. She rubbed her thumb and
forefinger together, both wet with Anka's vaginal secretions. She then slid
her two left fingers on her right hand into Anka's vagina, which
immediately contracted. Anka grunted. Her abdominal muscles fluttered.
	"Does that feel good?" Katie asked. Anka just nodded her head and
sighed.
	Katie began to slide her fingers in and out of Anka's sticky, warm
vagina, being careful to turn her fingers up, toward the front wall of
Anka's vagina. Immediately, Anka moaned, and breathed in, causing a short
hiss. Katie, her hand covered in the girl's secretions, started to pump
harder. Anka's breathing became almost surreally loud with the respirator
covering her face. Meanwhile, her hips started to suddenly and forcefully
buck forward into Katie's fingers. About thirty seconds later, her back
arched and her head tilted back. She inhaled loudly and deeply and moaned
loudly. Her body relaxed after about fifteen seconds, and she caught her
breath as Katie withdrew her fingers from Anka's vagina.
	Katie looked at the clock. It was still early, but Katie was
pooped. "Feel good?"
	"Yeah." Anka said, still panting.
	Katie climbed onto the bed, and motioned Anka to do the same. Anka
lay on her back, still masked, and Katie grabbed a blue, fleece blanket,
and draped it over them. She lay on her right side and draped her arm over
Anka, and they drifted off to sleep.