At the Hands of Her Younger Sister

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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At the Hands of Her Younger Sister

I recognized Julie’s ID on my phone, so I scrambled to answer it. Julie is a great girlfriend when she is in the mood to be one but can be a bitch on wheels when crossed. She is very self-confident, but can be demanding at times.

So I didn’t want to have her wait for me to answer her call. “Hi Julie,” I said.

“Jack get over here right now. I need your help.”

There was no explanation, just a demand.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’ll explain when you get here.”

Not knowing the severity of the issue, I dropped everything, got in my car and got there as fast as I could without drawing police attention.

As I walked in, I was greeted with, “It’s mom. She’s had a car accident and is in the hospital.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you OK? Do you want me to drive you?”

“She’s not that bad. They’re just keeping her for observation. Just some scrapes and bruises.”

“So?”

“So, I want you to stay here and take care of Darlene.”

“She’s 12, can’t she take care of herself?”

“I don’t know how long I will be gone. It could be late, particularly if the doctor decides he wants to admit mom to the hospital.”

“Can’t you take her with you?”

“No, she has school tomorrow and I can’t have her out all night.”

“What about us? We have school too?”

“Suck it up, Bubba. You can catch some Z’s on the couch,” she said walking out the door towards her car.

I never had an opportunity to say, “no.”

I had every reason to say no. I didn’t like Darlene. She was a spoiled, bratty girl. Not that I got to know her all that well since I avoided her as much as possible and yet still see Julie. Julie and she seemed to get along just fine.

So here I am, stuck in the house with her, babysitting her. Oh well, it is a school night, and she’ll have to go to bed at a reasonable time, so I should be able to tolerate her for a couple of hours.

So I was surprised when she said, “Come on in. I’m sorry we inconvenienced you so much, but mom is injured and Julie is overly concerned about her.”

“It’s OK” I managed to mumble, even though I was still feeling a bit put out.

“Dinner is already partially prepared. I can finish it up. We can eat together. Afterwards, I’d appreciate help with the dishes. After that, I was wondering if you can help me with my math homework. Julie says you’re good in math. I believe her; you’re a smart guy.”

Who was this girl and what did she do with Julie’s kid sister? She was the “good cop” to Julie’s “bad cop.”

“Make yourself at home. I’m going upstairs to change out of my school uniform.”

I sat in a chair in the living room trying to put my thoughts together. When Darlene came back down I was amazed. She went up the stairs an innocent schoolgirl with a pony tail, white blouse, checkered blue jumper, knee socks and flat black shoes

When she came down she had transformed into a seductress. At first, I could only see her from behind. She had let down her hair and it graced her shoulders. She was wearing tight shorts that barely covered the area between waist and crotch. I could see the outlines of the cheeks of her rear end perfectly. As she bent over to pick up her phone, they were most prominently on display.

When she turned around it became more distressing. Her shorts showed another set of cheeks in the front. She was essentially naked in front of me but covered.

She wore a top that was tied off to almost revealed her just-developing breasts.

How could her mother let her out of the house looking like that? But then again, she was not out of the house and was literally making herself at home. Living only with her mom and her sister she could probably walk around naked and nobody would care at all.

She tossed her head allowing her hair to flare out and looked at me. I was taken back how much she looked like Julie.

She smiled at me and extended her hand to pull me up out of the chair, “Come, help me make dinner.” I let her lead me by the hand to the kitchen.

I’m not very astute in the ways of the kitchen, but Darlene seemed to know what she was doing and I followed her directions as she dictated them.

She turned on some music and was dancing her way through the routine of making dinner. It was a seductive dance and it seemed to hint at sexuality. I literally could not keep my eyes off of her.

We had a very nice dinner where I was glad to be shielded from those all-too-revealing shorts. The blouse was enough, I don’t think I could have taken her legs, ass and pussy anymore.

The reprieve was brief as we washed the dishes. While we were putting the final touches on the cleanup, she said, “Like what you see?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve been looking at me all evening. I make you hard.” She said bluntly.

“You do not.” I replied.

“Oh come now. Look at you,” she said pointing at my crotch. “Boys can’t hide it and boys can’t control it. What’s that big lump there?”

I blushed and sort of bent over and put one leg in front of the other to hide my erection as much as possible.

“I bet I can make you wet your pants,” she challenged.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean when boys get hard and excited when they see a sexy girl like me, they leak. I can make you leak.”

“No, you can’t,” I said, knowing full well I was almost there. I wished I had worn my jeans, denim does a much better job restraining a hard on and has a certain measure of “liquid protection.” I was at a severe disadvantage with my light-colored slacks.

“Watch me for one hour and I’ll put a wet spot right there,” she said pointing with her finger an inch away from the end of the bulge in my crotch. I was still in shock at how explicit she was.

“OK.” I said, not really knowing why.

She led me back into the living room where she put on some more music – this time some more lively tunes.

She did a very seductive dance and moved around the room with amazing grace. Julie told me that she liked to dance and the both of them practiced a lot.

Darlene then selected a new piece on her playlist. This one with a very “bouncy” beat. She danced her way directly in front of me and started gyrating her upper body. She leaned forward so I could see down her blouse. She was so close that I could feel her hair falling into my face.

I could not stop myself from looking. She had managed to get her size A breasts moving with the music. They were firm and pert and even though the really “good” parts were still covered, it was a very captivating show.

She then jumped and turned all in one move and stuck her butt in my face and started twerking it with great gusto. It was hypnotic and erotic all at the same time.

She finished the dance again facing me but this time thrusting her camel toe in my face.

The music stopped and she stopped. “Stand up,” she commanded. I did. She got on her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself into me mashing her body against my erection.

She lifted her face and kissed me. I kissed her back. I felt her tongue parting my lips and I let her in. In my turn I sucked on her tongue and she mine. I was breathing very heavily.

She broke the kiss and the embrace and stood back. Pointing to my crotch she laughed, “I win!”

She reached out and grabbed my penis through the cloth of my pants and gave it a squeeze. I didn’t try to resist her. In doing so, she squeezed the final drops of pre-cum from the organ causing a mini-orgasm that I was afraid would get out of control.

Again she drew herself close to me and whispered in my ear, “I bet you want to fuck me, don’t you?”

I was shocked by the honesty and bluntness of the question. “Oh yesss,” came my exasperated reply.

“Well, that’s not going to happen. You know why?” She let that question hang in the air for the moment and then said, “Because I’m not in the mood for it.”

“What?”

“You heard me, boy, I don’t have the hots for you. Oh, I feel turned on by the way I’ve been able to control you, but to have sex with you? No way.”

She moved her hand down and gave a squeeze to my balls. I groaned in response.

“Girls don’t have these, so they’re not weak like boys.

Now I know that you’re all hot and bothered and I know what boys do when they get that way. So I’m going to make you a deal. I’m going to go to the bathroom to freshen up. While I’m in there, I expect you to strip completely naked and kneel on the floor in front of the couch.

Then I’ll come out and watch you do it.”

She was right. I really had to do it. I agreed to her demand.

It seemed to take her ages to “freshen up,” but she came out. She had used the time to coif her hair and re-apply her makeup and if I could judge by the sound of the flushing toilet, took care of a need I also had, but did not want to relieve lest it interrupt what we were doing.

She came out and sat on the couch in front of me. She looked me up and down and said, “Nice body,” and with eyes fixed on my crotch added, “Nice package.”

She swung one leg and rested her foot on my shoulder and the did the same with the other. “Look,” she said, commanding me. “Look before you and tell me what you see.”

“I see your shorts.”

“And what do you see in my shorts?”

“I can see, your ...” I was at a loss for a word: vulva sounded to clinical and cunt or even pussy seemed too vulgar and I did not want to offend her.

She shocked me again when she completed my sentence, “You see my pussy. Yes, my pussy. All girls have one. That’s what makes it possible for us to control you boys. Smart boys know this. Smart boys worship it.”

I felt a twinge in my penis as she lectured me this way. I experienced another one of those “mini orgasms” I have whenever I am excited to the extreme and pre-cum oozes from my penis.

Just then the door opened! Julie and her friend Ellen walked in. Ellen screeched and put her hands up to her face. “Oh my god, Julie, you were right. I didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t think a little girl like your sister could control an older boy like Jack. You win the bet.”

I made a move, but Darlene restrained me with her legs. “Stay!” she commanded as if ordering a dog.

Julie offered an explanation. “Mom is fine; she’s playing cards at her friend’s house. Her ‘accident’ was just a story to get you alone with Darlene. Darlene and I know all about female supremacy, but Ellen is a skeptic ...”

Here Ellen interrupted, “*WAS* a skeptic.”

“... So I set up this scenario with my sister to prove to Ellen that any girl has the power to control any boy and it doesn’t matter how young the girl is or how old the boy is. If she can put her mind to it, she can control him.

Well done, sis! I was surprised when I got your call. I thought it would take you longer than this.”

“It helps when you gave me a particularly horny boy.”

“Well, it seems like Ellen and I interrupted something.”

“Oh yes,” Darlene responded, “I was just about to have Jack jerk off for me. Please come sit with me and watch.”

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