Symon and Louise by nikki Part 1, The First Time Louise was Twelve years old when Symon first crept into her room late one night. "I'm cold" he said, "Can I come in with you tonight?" Louise edged herself over the bed and pulled back the covers for her brother to get in. he shivered a little, so she put her arm around him and rubbed his back "mmm, that's nice" he said. He put his hand on her tiny little breast, "you're growing up fast, sis" she felt a stirring deep within her, his hand felt nice and her nipple hardened under the flimsy fabric of her nightdress, he brushed it gently with his thumb, rhythmically, back and forth, her pussy started to throb in time with the motion, she hoped he would touch that too. To help him along, she thrust her hips toward him slightly, and let a soft sigh escape her lips, at the same time sliding her hand further down to the small of his back, pressing the flesh experimentally. He put his hand on her thigh, just above the knee, and stroked upward, surreptitiously moving her nightdress up to her waist, his hand moved round, and he touched her pussy, tracing his finger up the parting of the lips; she was wet, and warm. He did this for a while, barely moving his fingers, his breathing becoming heavy. Louise eased herself more onto her back, to allow him easier access, she sensed he probably would be in trouble if mum and dad knew what he was doing, but she liked it, and wanted to see what he would do next. Her movements caused her pussy lips to part further; his fingers went slightly deeper between the soft folds of skin. "Do you like this Lou Lou?" he said "y..Y..Yes" she breathed, a strange new sensation welling up inside her. He drew his hand away, and took her own small hand, which he placed on his rock hard erection "see what you've done to me?" he said. "I want you to hold this and move your hand up and down....oh yeah, like that...that is very, very good," he groaned, as Louise pumped away carefully. Her pussy was throbbing like mad now, she wasn't sure what it was she was doing to Symon, but he sure seemed to like it, and that made her feel very special. With her other hand she started to stroke herself the way her brother had been doing, all the time continuing to move her hand up and down his hard, hot dick like he had told her to, her wrist began to ache a little, she altered position, trying to get comfortable again "its ok, stop for a while, I'm going to make you feel really nice now, sweetheart" he whispered. He put his fingers back between her pussy lips, and stroked down, gently pushing against her opening. With his thumb he found her clitoris, which was swollen and aching, as he stimulated her like this, he slowly slid his finger into her, it felt wonderful and before long Louise felt the sensations mounting, and finally she gasped and her body bucked, as she came hard onto his hand. He put his other hand over her mouth, stifling the grunts and groans, until his little sisters body went limp, and she lay there panting. He reached to the bedside locker and grabbed a handful of tissues, and wiped his own ejaculate from where it had spurted, hot and thick, onto his leg and her belly, the excitement of making his sister cum proving too much for him to hold back his own orgasm any longer. Mr. And Mrs. Wilkinson both commented on how subdued their children had been at breakfast the following morning, with Symon, it was no real change from any other morning, barely uttering a word other than a grunt when his mother handed him his sandwiches as he sloped out of the door, it was fairly normal behaviour for a sixteen year old boy. But Louise was normally ever so chirpy, even at that time of day, and yet, she had seemed quiet, almost shy, on that occasion. Symon had trouble concentrating, he so wanted to touch Louise again. His girlfriend, Julie, had somehow lost her appeal, her tits seemed saggy and loose, her skin dull, and she seemed so...easy, and unattractive. She just got on his nerves. He told her he needed a break, she cried and pleaded, which just made him hate her, he felt like slapping her stupid, ugly face, but he didn't, because she'd tell her dad, and everyone knew Julies dad was very protective over his only child. One evening, a few weeks after her brother had shared her bed, Louise came home from school to find the house deserted, Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson had gone to a party organised by a work colleague of Mr. Wilkinson's, it was to commemorate the retirement of one of the senior partners at the legal firm where Mr. W worked, and as the new vacancy had his name written all over it, the Wilkinson's thought it prudent that they attend. Symons' school finished fifteen minutes later than his sisters, so she had been told to stay with a neighbour until he came to fetch her home, but she didn't like Mr. Jones, who lived on his own with just his cats for company, one little bit, so she had used the key her dad kept hidden under a stone by the back door, and let herself in to the quiet house. She got herself a drink of orange juice, and then went upstairs to change out of her school uniform. She removed her tie, then her blouse, frowning at her vest, most of her friends had their first bras by now, but her parents had laughed when she'd asked them if she could get one "What on earth for?" her dad had said. Mrs. Wilkinson had tried to be a bit more diplomatic "don't you think it would be best to wait until next term, darling?" she had said, "there isn't much real need for a bra just yet, don't you agree?" Louise did agree, deep down, she knew as well as anyone that she was not particularly well developed in that department, but it was such a humiliation when she changed for Phys Ed. When almost everyone else had bras, even girls with no boobs, still, she'd heard some of them say how uncomfortable and itchy they were, and thought maybe it's not so bad after all. She slipped her skirt off, and was hanging it up in the closet when there was a tap at her bedroom door "yes, who is it?" she said "its only me Lou" Symon called. She opened the door to him, wishing she had put some clothes on when she saw him run his eyes over her knickers and vest. "You're supposed to be at Mr. Jones house," he said. "Oh, I know, but he's an old perv and I knew you'd be back soon" she replied. Symon chuckled "yeah, you're right...come here little girl and lets have a look at you" he impersonated Mr. Jones well. Louise giggled as Symon lurched towards her, dragging his left foot like the neighbour was so famous for doing, contorting his face comically, his arms stretched out in front of him, his hands groping her waist and chest. Suddenly, his hand was in her knickers and she could feel his erection pushing into her side. She stopped laughing. Her brother pushed her gently down so that she sat on the edge of her bed; he took her knickers in both hands and pulled them down and off. He tugged her vest up over her head, and then undressed himself. "You wanna feel good again Lou Lou?" he asked her, one hand on his stiff penis, the other already searching out her clitoris. She leaned back onto her elbows, and spread her legs for him, damn it felt good! His finger entered her; she was very wet, her stomach contracted with the pleasure. She gasped as he eased another of his fingers into her. He leaned in towards her, kneeling between her open thighs "I would really like to put this..." he said, nodding toward his penis "..In there" he indicated to her pussy. "Ok.." Louise replied, after a short pause. She felt a little unsure, but when she looked at the hunger in her big brothers face she knew she really wanted to let him since he obviously wanted to so much. And if it felt anything like his fingers did then she'd be mad not to agree! Symon gripped his penis in one hand, and held her open with the other; the tip of his erection eased its way in to her tight little pussy, his sister cried out. It felt so big! She thought she might burst with the fullness she was feeling, and he only had it in a little way. She looked up at him, he was bent forward, watching his dick entering his virgin sisters cunt, he couldn't believe his luck! It was taking every bit of his control not to come there and then! He grabbed a hold of her waist and drew her towards him, driving him deeper into her, he felt something inside her give, and his movement became easier as her blood provided lubrication. He began to thrust, he tried hard to be as gentle as he could, he didn't want to put her off the experience! Louise had stopped crying, now she was whimpering softly, her pain had subsided, and was being replaced by the mounting of an almighty orgasm. She began to moan, and her hips started to thrust up to imitate her brothers' movements. Soon they where fucking each other with mutual enthusiasm. Imagine the look on Mr. And Mrs. Wilkinson's faces had they chosen to come home early! Symon could hold back no more, he grunted and gasped as he pumped his baby sisters belly full of cum. Louise came simultaneously, her yelps matching her thrusts as she milked Symon for all she was worth. He relaxed, his weight squashing Louise into the bed; they lay there for a while, sweaty, sticky and panting like dogs in the summertime. Symon leapt up when he heard is parents' voices in the hallway below. "Shit, shit" he mumbled, as he wrenched up his jeans and tugged his t-shirt over his tousled hair. Louise grabbed her robe and wrapped it round herself, her brother was already hot-footing it down the stairs asking his mum what was for tea because he was "starving". She looked down at her blood streaked eiderdown, no problem, she would tell her mum she had started her periods, it was going to happen sooner or later anyway, she shouldn't have to pretend for long. She pulled her robe around her and headed for the bathroom That night, the Wilkinson household was a very jovial one, mum and dad were happy because the leaving party had been a great success, with Mr. Wilkinson's boss announcing to the company that Mr. Wilkinson would soon become the new senior partner. Mrs. Wilkinson had flushed with pride, wife of a senior partner! Her friends would be so jealous; she couldn't wait to tell them in the morning. And what with Symon and Louise both doing so well at school, and hardly ever falling out like they used to, life was going well! She curled up next to her husband and fell into a deep and satisfying slumber.
Chapter 2, A Walk in the Woods The Wilkinson family woke one Saturday to find it was a glorious, summers day. The sun shone brightly through the window, and Mr. Wilkinson announced that the family should go on a picnic. They were surprised to find their teenage son readily agreed with this idea, going as far as to offer to go to the garage and dig out the old rug the family had used for picnics gone by. Mrs Wilkinson set about making sandwiches, with the assistance of Louise, her pretty young daughter. Mr Wilkinson went with Symon to the garage, where they soon found everything they needed. This included a length of strong garden twine, this was Symons personal requirement, and one his father wasn't privy to. They set off to the park, which was situated on the outskirts of the town where the family lived. It was very pretty, with a large boating lake, and surrounded on the far side by woodland. Mr. And Mrs W set about unpacking, and then decided that they would go and watch the boats for an hour or so before eating. "You want to come with us kids?" Mr. Wilkinson asked "No Dad, I'm going to go into the woods, check out the log cabin that everyone at school reckons has a witch living in it" replied Symon. His dad laughed "Ok, son, you do that, bur you'd better take your sister with you, for protection" he winked at the teenager, conscious that his fast growing up daughter would be upset at the thought he still felt his little girl was too young to be left on her own. "Sure dad" said Symon, pleased that he hadn't had to think of some lame excuse to get sis to accompany him. Louise, sensing that witches were the last things on her big brothers mind, needed little persuading. She headed towards the woods, closely followed by Symon. As soon as they were out of sight, Symon took his baby sisters hand in his. Louise loved this; it made her feel so safe and special. She felt her belly contract slightly at his touch, and a now familiar sensation start to spread from her groin. She squeezed his hand and smiled at him. They walked for a while in silence. Soon, they came to the cabin; it stood in a clearing in the centre of the woods, and was used by the local shooting club as a lodge. Symon manoeuvred himself behind Louise, and bent down to whisper in her ear, "what do you reckon Lou-Lou, think there's a witch in there?" his voice was heavy with longing, and Louise could distinctly feel her older brothers erection pressing into the small of her back. She swallowed audibly, and tried to keep her voice steady as she answered, not wishing to betray her lust, "well, we could go and see?" "Lets do that, little sis" Symon grabbed Louise's hand again, and pulled her, quite roughly, toward the cabin. He pushed the door open forcefully, he'd been to the cabin the day before, he'd crowbarred the door open, and checked out the sparse facilities. No harm in a little advanced preparation, to help move things along smoothly. He turned to Louise, her eyes shone, her pupils large black holes, reflecting a mixture of adoration and fear. Symon smiled, and pressed his mouth to his sisters' sweet young lips, her hot tongue immediately edged into his mouth, causing his stiff cock to lurch in his jeans. "Oh Lou, get naked for me baby, I want to make you feel nice" her murmured into his sisters neck, as he struggled to pull her shorts off with one hand while his other searched out her young breast. Louise couldn't help herself, she eased her shorts over her slim young hips, and eased her t-shirt over her head, while her big brother kissed and licked and sucked at her hard pink nipples. Symon stood up straight, and removed the twine from his pocket. "What are you going to do with that?" Louise squeaked, gaping at the twine with a mixture of excitement and horror. The look on her brothers' face told her whatever it was, it was going to please Symon very much. "Why, my darling, little sis, I am going to tie you up, so that I may do exactly as I please" Symon laughed, with a leer in his voice. Louise gulped. She wanted to giggle, she was nervous, but also the idea that her brother would be doing as he wished made her very happy. She stood and stared at him solemnly. He walked to one of the struts in the cabin, and beckoned her over. He took her gently by the arms, and took them either side of the post, with her back against the wood. He tied her hands behind her. He stood back and looked at his little sister, the way her arms where stretched around and behind the post caused her young breasts to jut forward slightly. Symon put his foot between hers, and gently kicked at her legs until they were parted wide. He wanted her so much; he had never seen anything so tempting in his life! His juicy, sexy baby sister tied to a post, quite obviously begging to be fucked. Symon stroked Louise's breasts, and moved his hand to her silky pussy, it was wet with wanting him. Her brother eased a finger into her, Louise gasped and groaned, ready to cum almost straight away. Her arms twitched involuntarily, pulling at the twine that bound her wrists. This intensified the experience. Her big brothers thumb grazed her clitoris, his finger still sliding in and out of her hot little pussy. Her breathing quickened, and she surrendered to the explosive orgasm. Symon could take no more, he pulled his shorts off, spread his sisters pussy lips, and pushed his cock deep into her, she squealed, still coming, but now feeling as though she was being split in two at the same time. Symon began to pump his sisters pussy in earnest, soon finding a momentum. Louise felt the stirrings of another climax, the feel of her brothers' cock so deep inside her causing her head to spin with emotion. He chewed at her lip, and kneaded at her barely developed breasts, grunting and gasping as he fucked his baby sisters tight little pussy. Louise started to cum again, her body bucking, and her arms straining against the twine, causing it to dig into her wrists sharply, she barely noticed the pain. His sisters writhing body grinding against him was too much to bear for Symon. He exploded inside her, shooting what felt like gallons of hot wet sperm deep into her belly. They slumped against each other, brother and sister, their bodies spent. They stayed like this for quite a while. Symon finally forced himself to extract himself from his sisters gently throbbing cunt. He untied her, and they both dressed hastily. "I think we'll leave the twine here sweetheart, what do you say to that?" Symon grinned suggestively at Louise. She blushed profusely, silently giving her consent. They made their way back to the park, to find their parents just returning from the boating lake, Mr. Wilkinson waved gaily at his children as they all approached the rug. "Hungry kids?" he called over to them. "Starving" they shouted in unison, and both laughed. Neither parent noticed their sons hot, sticky cum oozing down their daughters leg from underneath her shorts.
Chapter 3, The Garden Shed It was the tail end of the summer, the nights had started to draw in, and the evenings were becoming ever cooler. Louise lay on a sun lounger, determined to get every last ray of sunshine before it got too cold to be out. She lay on her back, and stretched luxuriously, looking down at her flat, golden stomach, not bad, she thought to herself. She had been a lot more body conscious since her big brother had started taking such an interest in her. In fact, Symon was, at that moment allowing his eyes to roam freely over the young girl; he had been mowing the lawn for his parents, but became distracted as Louise had stretched herself so sexily. He stared at the slender, brown legs, and taught midriff, up to her barely formed breasts, covered, only just, by her little t-shirt. She was a fairly skinny girl, but not painfully so. Her hair, kept short and spiky, shone in the sun, and she wore a giant pair of shades that covered half her face. He was drawn back to her hips, protruding sharply from the thin fabric of her shorts, and the slight bulge of her pussy. Symons cock twitched longingly. He approached his sister, creeping up the path to where she lay, when he got close enough, he put his hand out, and gently ran it up her leg, Louise flinched slightly, thinking something nasty had landed on her, then opened one eye, and saw it was her brother. She grinned widely. Her body immediately responded to his touch, her hips lifted slightly, and her arms fell open. Symon felt another twitch, he moved his hand under the leg of his sisters' shorts, and his excitement grew, as did his throbbing erection, when he felt naked flesh, where knickers should have been. He stroked Louise's soft, warm pussy, tracing the downy hair that had just begun to appear there. She let out a little gasp, and felt herself grow wet. Her brothers' finger slid between the moist lips of her cunt, found her clit, and gently began to rub. Louise grew really hot, and started to buck against Symons hand, itching for him to put his fingers inside her. Her brother knew how to please her, he pushed a finger in, firmly, and began to work it in and out, as his sister groaned and squirmed underneath his hand. He leant down and kissed her gasping, pouting mouth, her hot little tongue responding with darting movements as she tried to return his kisses as she came. Over dinner that evening neither brother or sister could concentrate, Louise was preoccupied with nerves, knowing that her big brother would now be aroused, and wondering how he would engineer a situation that would allow himself to get what he so badly needed. Symon was thinking exactly the same. As luck would have it, he needn't have fretted. "Your mother and I are taking a stroll down to the pub" Mr. Wilkinson declared whilst washing the dishes. "Will you two be ok here alone?" "Sure we will, dad," Symon replied. "Mr. Jones is in, I can see his light, if anything did happen, I'd go get him" "Ok, we'll see you in a couple of hours then" and with that, they left. Symon turned to his little sister, "You ok Lou-Lou?" he asked, smiling. "Fine thanks" she replied, trying to keep the tremor from her voice, as her heart pounded in her chest. Louise took the hand her brother held out to her, and he led her out the back door, and into the garden. They got to the shed; it was an old wooden hut, where their father kept his garden tools. Symon opened the door, and pulled the light switch, the room filled with a dim glow, and moths began to gather round the lamp. Symons hands shook, he knew what he wanted to do, but he had never done it before, and he could barely contain himself. By this time his cock was like steel, and was twitching manically in his pants. He let go of his sisters' hand, and turned her to face the low bench on her left. He bent her slightly, and she, understanding what was required, allowed her hands to rest on the sawdust covered surface. Symon reached behind her, and put his hands onto her breasts, which were just visible as her t-shirt now hung away from her body. He cupped each in a hand, and rubbed her small pink nipples until they grew and hardened. "I hope you've been a good girl today Lou- Lou" he whispered into her ear, his voice thick. Louise was confused, had she upset her brother in some way, and not realised it? "I think I have, Symon," she said carefully. She felt his erection push against the small of her back. "Because if you've been naughty......I would have to spank you" Louise felt her heart race wildly, was he serious? That was for kids that misbehaved! She felt her face redden, but was vaguely aware of a throbbing in her groin, one that told her that maybe the experience would be slightly different to what she imagined. "Ummm...I've been quite good, I probably don't need to be spanked" she mumbled, so ashamed that she felt horny at the thought of her older brother reprimanding her in such a way. "Quite good? Not good enough........and probably? Oh Lou-Lou, that won't do, that just won't do at all" Symon spanked her on the left buttock, hard, right in the centre, she yelped, and instinctively straightened, bringing her hand round to the stinging cheek. "Don't you dare straighten up, young lady" Symon shouted. She quickly got back into position, her brothers commanding voice sending another wave of delicious confusion through her body, between her legs was very wet. He then proceeded to spank her rhythmically, one cheek, then the other, he did around four on each, then, deciding this was insufficient, he took the waste band of his sisters shorts in both hands, and yanked them down to her knees, exposing her red bottom. He could see her pussy lips were glistening with arousal, he stroked from her bottom, following the shiny valley between her thighs. Louise moaned, her head dipped further, which thrust her bottom up, irresistible. He spanked, this time all over, covering the backs of her legs, and ending with a couple of smacks right on the middle of her bottom, his sister had squealed with every strike. Symon thought he might cum. By now Louise's bottom was very hot and sore, Symon seemed to have stopped, and was breathing heavily behind her. She stood, rubbing furiously at her bum, trying to ease the pain. Symon moved her hands away, and began to massage her bum for her; she rested her hands back on the bench, resuming her position of before. Soon, the pain was replaced by a tingling sensation, and Louise once more became aware of her throbbing pussy. She heard the sound of her brother unzipping his jeans, and felt his cock, hot and hard, nudging at her pussy. The spanking had mad every nerve end in her body more receptive, as her big brothers cock pushed its way inside of her, she came, violently and noisily. Symon grabbed his sisters' slim waist, and lurched wildly, not able to take his time, and further spurred on by the red bottom wriggling against his stomach. He fucked her hard, and was soon pumping her tight little cunt full of hot cum. He shouted out, and tightened his grip, as he gave his final thrust. He leant against Louise's heaving back, catching his breath for a while. Worried that their parents would be back any minute, they hurriedly pulled their clothes on, and headed back to the house, Louise wincing as she sat down on the couch. In their haste, neither Symon nor Louise had noticed Mr. Jones sitting in his kitchen. From where he was sitting, he had a perfect view of the entrance to the Wilkinson's garden shed, something which he had never thought particularly useful, until tonight. He sat there, open mouthed, limp dick in hand, and cum on his shoe.
Chapter 4, The Birthday Party Mrs. Wilkinson looked on proudly as her pretty daughter Louise blew out the candles on her birthday cake. "Make a wish, Louise" her friends cried. Louise grinned self consciously, she'd already made her wish, and she was pretty sure it would come true soon enough. Provided her brother, Symon came home some time soon. It seemed ages ago since he'd last let her please him, and she was sure she would burst if he didn't let her again soon. She looked around, at her friends and family gathered in the Wilkinson's house, all there to help her celebrate this very important birthday. She was a teenager at last! She felt very grown up, especially as she felt the straps of her brand new first bra digging into her shoulders, how long she had begged her mother to buy her one. She felt sure Symon would approve, she recalled Symons last girlfriend, Julie, and how mature she had seemed, and how besotted her brother had been with the shapely blond girl at first. Strange, how he seemed to lose interest, Louise mused, but the thought was quickly forgotten as a shriek of laughter brought her sharply back to the present. The shriek had come from Gina, Louise's best friend. The laughing was caused by something she and the gaggle of girls she stood with, could see from the window. Louise peered over to see what was causing their gaiety, and a giggle escaped her when she saw that the family pet, a Doberman by the name of Spike, was putting on his own floor show in the back garden, finding great fascination in the lawn sprinkler system and hopping madly from side to side in a vain attempt to either avoid, or catch, the water droplets as they showered around him. Mr. Wilkinson came over, not wanting to miss out on any source of amusement, and very relieved to find that Spike was indulging in a relatively innocent pleasure for a change, and not trying to savage one of the neighbours elderly cats, or, worse still, mount one of the poor creatures. Everybody's attention was on the view outside when a car pulled into the driveway, it was Symon getting dropped off by his friend, Chris, who drove a rusty old convertible that was deemed "most cool" by the Wilkinson children, and "a death trap" by their parents. Symon hopped out, conscious of his audience, and swaggered up to the front door in a way he hoped was bother sober, yet casual appearing. He entered the house and grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge on his way in, more to cover the smell of beer on his breath than because he was thirsty. "Where's the birthday girl?" he called. Louise emerged from the throng of people, looking flushed. "I'm here, you got me a present big brother?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Of course I have little sis, you're gonna love it too" Louise unwrapped the proffered package quickly, to reveal a personal CD player and a CD by her favourite band of the moment. She hugged Symon "thank you, it's great" she breathed. "now you know that's not all I have for you sweetheart" he whispered, "but the other thing had better wait, cuz I'm thinking most of these people would be pretty shocked if I gave it to you right now" Louise gasped, and blushed, as Symon pulled away from her embrace. Brother and sister became aware that everyone was looking on, and quickly regained composure. The party continued without incident, and slowly people drifted away, leaving the Wilkinson family alone in their house at last. Mrs. Wilkinson busied herself with tidying up, and Mr. Wilkinson took the dog for a walk. Symon and Louise were sitting watching TV, when Louise stood and, calling out to her mother that she was going for a lie down in her room, proceeded up stairs. Symon gazed appreciatively as his younger sister walked away, she was turning into such a honey. Her hair was longer now, and curled into her face and neck. Her body was slender, with hips just beginning to curve below her tiny little waist, her legs were smooth and soft. Her short skirt swung from side to side as she walked. Symon adjusted the fast stiffening cock in his pants and followed her out of the room. Louise was lying face down on her bed, reading a magazine. Symon approached her from behind and slipped his hand up her skirt, letting it slide along the soft flesh of her thigh. She turned to him, smiling, and he eased her over until she lay flat on her back. He parted her legs, and lifted her little skirt, exposing her white knickers, the mound of her pussy just stretching the thin fabric. He began to unbutton her blouse, and was shocked at the bra underneath; his little sister was really growing up! He reached behind her and unclasped it, throwing it to the floor along with the blouse. The pink buds of her nipples jutted straight up, her breasts still barely formed, red marks underlining them, where the bra had pulled at her skin. The skirt followed soon after, and Symon traced the cleft of his baby sisters' cunt with his finger. She squirmed with desire and arched her back to meet his touch with her hungry little pussy. He pulled the material to one side and spread the soft, pliable lips open with his hand, gently rubbing her clit with his thumb. Louise bucked against him, as she oozed sticky fluid between her legs. With their parents nearby, Symon couldn't risk taking his own clothes off, too much explaining would be required if he were to get caught. So instead he eased his thick throbbing cock out through the fly of his jeans and began to rub it rhythmically. Louise watched in wide eyed anticipation, lifting herself onto her elbows to get a better look at her big brother. "Kneel down on the floor sis, between my legs" Symon growled. She obliged, and was shocked when Symons hand snaked behind her head, grabbing a handful of hair, and forced her mouth over the end of his dick. "Ok baby, I want you to suck my cock now, just like you would a lolly pop" Louise took a minute to adjust her self, and then began to lavish attention on her big brother in earnest. First licking along the length of his shaft, then putting the tip into her hot, wet little mouth. "Good girl, that is real good, you just keep doing that, oh yeah" Symon groaned, as he looked down at his horny little sister giving him the best blow job of his life. Louise filled with pride at his compliments, she sucked harder and faster. Before long Symon felt the familiar tingling that preceded his cum, and gripped the back of Louise's head hard, pushing more of his jerking prick into her mouth. She gagged, but soon regained control, she knew what must be coming, and wanted to be ready for it. She could taste the saltiness that came first, and then her mouth was filled right up with hot semen, she couldn't hold it all and it dribbled down her chin and onto her lap below. Her brother gasped and spurted the last of his cum into her. She swallowed the thick fluid, and took her mouth away from the semi hard cock in her hands. Symon took a tissue from her bedside and wiped her chin, smiling lazily down at her. "You did so good baby girl and I want to eat that juicy little pussy right now, so you get yourself up on this bed for me". Louise didn't need telling twice, she lay back on the bed as she had been before, and lifted her hips as her brother removed her knickers. He pushed her legs apart and gazed at the glistening slit before him, only the finest of downy hair beginning to appear around it. He held her apart with both hands, and went down on her, sucking at her little clit and tonguing her tight little hole. Pretty soon she was writhing so hard he could barely hold her still enough. Her pussy juices smeared his chin; she tasted so sweet, like taking a bite of peach. Louise came hard and fast, once again her brother had to put his hand over her mouth to stop her moans from being heard downstairs. "Louise darling, there's someone here to see you" Mrs Wilkinson's voice rang out, breaking the spell and causing the siblings to both sit bolt upright, scrabbling for clothes and hastily wiping their mouths. "Coming now" Louise called, and pulling her skirt and blouse on, made for the door. She wouldn't have rushed if she'd known who her visitor was, it was horrible Mr. Jones from next door, the old pervert who used to always seem to be mowing the lawn whenever Louise was sunbathing in the garden. "Oh, hello Mr. Jones" Louise tried sounding polite. "Hello dear, happy birthday, have you had anything nice?" the old man leered. "Mr. Jones has come to ask for our help" Mrs Wilkinson smiled. "So I've told him you will be happy to go around to his house after school on a Wednesday and help him with some of the things he finds hard". How could she refuse without looking mean? Mr Jones stood there looking far more helpless than he really was and thought about the things he found hard these days, his penis was one of them he thought wickedly, and this little girl could certainly help with that he was sure. "That's fine Mr Jones" Louise shouted at the silly old pervert, "I'll be right over tomorrow evening". She could handle him, raking leaves and taking trash out would be ok, maybe he would pay her, if not at least she would always have an excuse for late homework. Louise left the room, and Mrs. Wilkinson wondered if her daughters' bra fit properly, as she seemed to have taken it off whilst upstairs.
Chapter 5, A New Task Louise was running late, Mr. Jones expected her to be at his house by now, but she had stayed late at school chatting to her friends. She ran down the road, not bothering to call in at home and change out of her uniform like she usually did. She arrived at her neighbours flushed and out of breath. She reached under the plant pot expecting to find the key Mr. Jones always left for her, only to find it wasn't there. She gave a start when the door opened, Mr. Jones stood over her. "hello dear, sorry to startle you, the bridge club have cancelled our game this evening, so I'm afraid you'll have to put up with me being here, I'll try not to get under your feet" he chortled. "oh, that's ok" said Louise "I can clean upstairs tonight, I've been meaning to do it" Louise had surprised herself since helping her neighbour out, she'd really enjoyed making the house neat and tidy, and ridding it of dirt and the smell of cats. Mr. Jones opened the door wider and beckoned her in. "don't let me stop you, I'll be right here if you need anything" he settled himself on the couch and switched on the TV. Louise grabbed the cleaning things she kept under the sink and made her way upstairs; unaware of the old mans eyes following her. She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing intently at the floor of the bathroom when Mr. Jones walked in, she turned to him, and was surprised at how straight he held himself, and how he seemed so steady. He normally stooped, limped, and shook continually, but all of a sudden he wasn't quite as frail. Before she had time to think, he had her in his grasp, holding the back of her neck and pushing her face to the floor with one strong hand. With the other he lifted her little skirt over her raised bottom, revealing her white school knickers. He yanked them down her thighs whilst her arms flailed behind her as she tried to stop him. It was useless; he was many times stronger than her. Now his fingers were probing between her legs, pulling roughly at the moist lips of her pussy, and pushing at her bottom. Tears sprang into Louise's eyes, she was so embarrassed at what was happening to her. The old man grunted, this was sure one hot little girl, until now he hadn't known whether he would be kind to Louise, or cruel. One look at her red tear stained face helped him make up his mind, those tears and humiliation were just too good to miss. He pulled her up by the hair, her knickers still around her knees. "Bath time for you young lady" grinned wickedly. He half lifted, half pulled her toward the tub. "Get undressed" he barked. "No!" she shouted "let me go, I want to go home" Mr. Jones wasn't in the mood for small talk. He slapped her hard on the back of her legs, the proceeded to rip her school blouse off. A few more slaps and a lot more tears later, she stood naked in front of him. His rough hands pinched her nipples, and squeezed her tiny breasts, which were now blotchy and red, rather like her face. He pushed his fingers into her pussy, which was dry with fear. He pushed her into the bath and she laid there shivering. To her horror, he turned the shower on full, and blasted her with ice cold water. Louise screamed with shock. Mr. Jones laughed and aimed the shower head at her belly, causing her to twitch and wiggle, trying to avoid the icy blast. After what seemed like hours, he turned of the tap, and Louise shuddered as her warmth slowly began to creep back into her body. Mr Jones yanked her upright by the wrist, and dragged Louise out onto the bathroom floor, her legs wobbled as she tried desperately not to lose her footing on the wet surface. She felt so weak after her ordeal; it took no effort for him to lead her into the bedroom next door. She was pushed face down onto the edge of the single bed, and her ankles promptly tied to the bed legs. He then cuffed her wrists together above her head. Louise could hardly breathe, let alone move or protest. Her scream gurgled in the back of her throat as Mr Jones inserted, with some force, an un-lubricated dildo into her backside. The pain ripped through her whole body. She couldn't believe it when she heard the click of the camera shutter. "that will make a nice one for the album" Mr. Jones chuckled, as he surveyed the little girl spread on his bed with a dildo sticking crudely out of her ass. "Now, much as I would love to play with you all night, your parents will be expecting you home in the next half hour, so I guess I had better let you go once you've completed your new task" Louise nodded her head frantically. He untied her, but as she stood, he pushed her back down onto the bed. "Not so fast there honey" I said "when you have completed your task". Louise eyed him miserably, she didn't care any more, he wasn't going to get away with this, and she'd have him locked up before the night was out. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rock hard cock, it was gigantic and covered in thick blue veins. It bobbed in front of Louise's eyes and before she knew what was happening he had grabbed her head and was forcing himself into her mouth. She felt the sides of her mouth tear as he forced his cock further down her throat, and proceed to fuck it. her eyes watered as she gagged and fought for breath as the old man pumped in and out, holding her head firmly between his hands. "That's it dear, I bet you love this don't you, you dirty little girl" he gasped gleefully. Before long his thrusts became erratic, and he pushed deeper into her throat as he juddered to orgasm. Hot cum shot into her mouth and leaked out onto her face, he pulled out just in time to shoot one last stream into her face. "Off you go then dear, see you next week" he said. "Oh, and don't even think of telling anyone about this, one word and the whole neighbourhood will be talking about that brother of yours. I know all about you two, he'll do quite a sentence if he gets charged with rape of his baby sister, and you wouldn't want that now, would you?" Louise was devastated, she couldn't tell anyone, and the horrid pervert had a photo of her. She washed her face and dressed herself, her blouse was torn and her thighs were blood streaked. She couldn't wait to get home and scrub herself clean. Just as she was leaving, the old mans voice called out "don't forget to take the trash out, will you?" The bastard, she thought.
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