Sister Outlaw Threequel

It was fun while it lasted, but eventually, my mom, and dad got home from church, and texted me. [Where RU?] #Talk

“Uh, it’s my mom.” I had to wipe my fingers off on a pile of napkins to text back. [Over at a friend’s house, with Abel.] That’s not his real name, but he’s my brother in law. He got my sister pregnant, so they had to get married, and rather than recount all that happened already. Just go back, and read parts 1, and 2.

“You better go wash up in the shower before you go.” His boyfriend, Cain was already on the pot, shitting out cum, spit, and lube, so I reached back to unbuckle the strapon.

[RU Staying the night?]

“Um,” I thought, but then I looked around, before I asked. [No, but I already ate dinner, thanks.] Dick, balls, and ass, with a side of buttplug, and plenty of lube to wash it down with. I went over to the pizza box on the table, and picked up a slice. Tried to flop it, then whacked it on the cardboard, and dropped it.

“Well, if you’re not going to use it,” Abel walked funny, holding his butt, and sat down on the toilet, while Cain backed into the shower.

“Huh, you better take me home tonight, you mind if I borrow the strapon?”

“Keep it, it’s not like we actually need it without you.” I just used the rest of the napkins to wipe his load off my chest. Pretty sure that was his, since he’s the one that got sucked off while he was sitting on the buttplug, strapped on over my pubes.

It all kinda turned into a blur. I mean, I remember what all we did, and loved every second of it, but I lost track of how it happened, in what order. First, we did a sort of human centipede, no wait. First he buttfucked me at home, and then he got guilty, so he brought me over here to hook me up with his boyfriend.

So, I’d stop bugging him to fuck me again, and then I sent him to get me some lube. Since even after he ate me out, and fingerfucked my butt, his spit wasn’t quite enough to keep me from getting sore, and tender, but while we’re waiting. Me, and Cain got started with a little striptease, and some head, but I didn’t want to suck him off, before he got a chance to fuck me.

I really should write this down, while it’s still fresh in my head, and then find somewhere safe-ish to save it online. Not my emails, but maybe if I just post it to one of the Story sites. Preferably one that doesn’t require age verification, which requires fake ID I don’t have but this isn’t helping me get my story straight.

Because it isn’t straight, at all. It’s not exactly gay either, but for a minute there, it even felt gay. Letting boys squat on top of me while I held the buttplug, and he held his nuts up so I could watch his pucker stretch tight over the pointy tip, and sink down until it snapped tight over the neck.

The fat greasy drops milk out of their prostates, especially Cain’s when Abel’s dick rubbed it inside, or even better when when I found it with my fingers, and squeezed it, to lick it off his soft hanging dick head before it dripped.

“Huh!”

“You better wash off while there’s still some hot water left.”

“Yeah, okay.” I pulled a hairtye out of my purse to put my hair up. Out of the water while I washed the cum, sweat, spit, and even spears of peanutbutter shit off my tits, tummy, arms, hands, face, and back? “UH!” I called over the white noise of rushing water, “Can somebody come and do my back?”

Too bad they just got this tiny little shower stall, smaller than most closets, so they can’t cum in here with me, but that’s probably not a great idea. Every time I think I’m satisfy, I just remember another thing that just happened, and it makes me horny again. Maybe it’s just the smell of cum, and the taste of Pspot juice still stuck to the roof of my mouth.

“quollLL!” I filled it up from the shower head, and swallowed it. “Gulp, thanks.” He shut the door, and I don’t even care what one he was, by the time I turned around to rinse my back, he was gone again.

At least I got done, before the water started getting cold, so I got out. “Where’s the towels?”

“Out here.” Cain was just kicking back on the sofa again, but at least he put his foot up, on his pantleg. So, it wasn’t an invitation to jump his bone again.

No, ‘Lila. Stop, just stop, they probably need a couplefew days to fill their balls back up again, and you’ve had more than enough dick for 1 night.

“Uh, you don’t have a dry one?”

“That’s the towel. The one and only towel, it’s not like I need a whole stack of them, you know?”

“Huh!” I shivered, and took a deep breath. “Snh, huh!” That beer can, and old cold pizza smell, that killed the mode, before I got hot, and wet again. The cold towel sure helped too, so I could put my dress, and underwear back on.

Abel grabbed the plain white paper bag, with the evidence in it. “Did you wash it?” I held it in my lap, and checked.

“I think so, but what do I know about cleaning up a strapon harness?”

“Huh,” I rolled it back up, “I guess your right, but where’s the package for it?”

“I threw it out, why?”

“Because it might say whether it’s dishwasher safe, or machine washable. They don’t even have tags on strapon harnesses?”

“I don’t know, I never bought one before.”

“Fine,” I just crossed my arms. “Huh, I don’t want to fight, but we better get our story straight.” He didn’t laugh either, “Before we get home.”

I won’t bore you with the details, but I forgot one, before we got back: I promised him, to talk to my sister about anal sex. I don’t remember whether I promised I could get her to loosen up (So to speak. If you hadn’t noticed, I have a dirty mind, so I honestly can’t avoid the double meanings at this point.)

So then, we lied about going over to hang out with these girls he knew. And somehow my sister never heard of, and there were lots of holes in our stories, so he looked at me to come up with all the answers, when they were supposed to be his friends, and my sister is obviously jealous of him even having friends that are girls my age. (That would be Freshmen, so 14 give or take a year.)

So, they went back to their room, the old laundry room, behind the garage. So, I couldn’t go back, and get my strapon out of the car to clean it later, after everyone went to sleep. So, I stayed up writing all night, as long as I could, and then I passed out with this part only halfway written…

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Delila (Alias Lies Sisters Toy.)

The very next day was monday, so I had to fake a cough, and fever to get out of school. While mom was digging the thermometer out of the first aid drawer, I closed my eyes, and remembered all the sick dirty pleasures I discovered last night.

Gently touching my tender asshole until my pussy woke up, then rubbing that under the covers until mom came back. “Huh, you’re burning up.” She held the metal head on my forehead until it stopped beeping, then read my temperature off the little screen. “It’s only 99.8.” She shook her head.

“Well, I don’t know if that’s as accurate as oral, or rectal thermometers.”

“It’s supposed to be more accurate,” she made a face when I said rectal, so I coughed to cover my laugh when she left me alone, disgusted.

“Ptooh!” I rubbed it in under the covers, with my knees up, so the blankets didn’t hang down to get in the way of my crotch. She left the door open, and I toyed with the fantasy of her walking in on me. Catching me playing with myself, and instead of getting puritanical, she’d get turned on to try lesbian sex with me, completely out of character.

She’s really the Christian one in the family. She converted dad, but I perverted over to butt sex, ass licking, strapon pegging, and now. Finally plain Jane girl masturbation. I guess, I should probably learn this too, but if I’m gonna pursue a relationship with a bisexual boyfriend.

Honestly, I can put up with the mess, and even clean up his apartment to make it livable, for the sex. “I’m going out to get some cough drops, you want anything from the store?” She’ll probably be gone all day, and get everything she can think of from half the stores in town. Knowing my mom, when she’s worried about me.

“No, I’m fine.” I’ve got plenty of lube already, but since she asked. I got up, and peeked out the blinds until she got in the car, and drove off. She must have parked it on the street to let the newlyweds out, wherever they went this morning. Which just left the garage, and laundry room open, so I could put on a robe, and go out there.

“Huh!” He just put the paper bag up on top of the washer/drier, but he closed the garage door after they left. So, I had to open up the washer, and drier doors to climb up high enough to pull it down, but the nice thing about this bag. I’d never seen a white paper bag like this. It’s just like a grocery bag, except for being white paper, instead of brown.

Sure enough, once I unrolled the top, it still had my strapon, buttplug, and lube in it. “Hm.” I just put water in the sink, and hand soap. I figured the pleather harness is Vinyl, and the snap straps held the ring so I could pull that off. I wonder if this would work as a cock-ring? Note-to-self, look up Cock Rings when I get a chance to check my messages, until then.

I pulled the label off the lube bottle, because it looks just like a shampoo bottle, except for being clear, and un-marked. Hypoalergenic, contains Glycols, and some spermacidal additive I’m not memorizing the name of, because it’s long, and chemical. That must be what makes it taste so mediciny, but also a little sweet, which surprised me. Not really sugary sweet, but fake sweet? Like sugar free diet soda, or something.

So, that distracted me until I got it clean, and then I started looking around the garage. I saw the old scooter, that’s like a moped without the pedals, but you don’t need a license to ride it. Also, it’s got this catch under the front of the seat, so I can flip it up to see the battery, and buckle the belt under it. Pull the straps tight on both sides, then close it. Step up between the seat, and the handlebars, then carefully push the sharpish tip against my soft tender sphincter.

“Oh!” I got up, shaking my head, and went back to the lube. Then, I worked it in and out, until I loosened up enough to stretch all the way out, then snap tight around the neck. “Auh auh auh. Oh god, oh god yes. Fuck me, yeah, fuck my tight virgin ass! Fuck the shit right out my ass uhuhuh! Uhuhuhuhn!”

I wasn’t planning on it happening exactly that way, let alone immediately the next morning, but I wish I had. Evie came home from dropping her husband off at work, and just hit the automatic garage door opener before she even pulled all the way in the driveway. Since it was practically there garage now, so she saw me naked.

She’s my sister, so she saw me naked plenty, but not like this. Riding the scooter naked, and trying to pull the buttplug out, after I clenched up in surprise so it got stuck, and I had to relax. Somehow, but until then it’s not coming out, and the garage door closed again without her even pulling the car in.

“Huh, relax. UHN!” It finally popped out, so I could step out of the little platform. Between the handlebars, and seat, but before I finished unbuckling it.

She came in through the side door, the laundry room, and asked me. “What are you doing home from school, and where the heck did you get that?” She pointed, and shook her head. Stopping with a silent B, and biting both lips.

“Buttplug?” I took it over to the sink, still full of soapy water. “My boyfriend.” I shrugged.

“Since when did you get a boyfriend?”

“None of your business? I mean, I didn’t give you shit about fucking around with Abel, since middle school.”

“We weren’t fooling around.”

“Okay, so you weren’t fucking yet, but you still fucked him before you’re married.”

She grabbed my shoulder, and pulled me around to smack me. “Watch your mouth!”

“Or what, you’ll tell mom I said a wordy dird?”

“No, but I bet she’d love to hear about you skipping school to run off with a boy who’s old enough to buy sex toys. Wait a minute, how old is this boyfriend?”

“None of your business, and besides. You don’t have to be over 18 to order sex toys online. You just need parents with a paypal.”

“Oh, okay.” She just, stopped being mad.

“You’re not going to tell on me, after I kept your boyfriend secret for years?”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that when I threatened to, but what’s he like?”

“My boyfriend?” I shrugged and turned around. “In a word,” pulled the strapon out, and unsapped the ring from the buttplug. “Sodomy.” I set it up on the counter to drip dry.

“Ew, why?”

“Because I’m a virgin, and I don’t want to get pregnant in high school, and don’t hit me!” I held my hands up, when she turned me around again, but gently this time. She looked me in the eyes, then over at the buttplug on the counter.

“Huh!” she rolled her eyes, “Well. Okay, what’s it like?”

“Sodomy?” She bit her lip, and nodded. “I don’t know, I guess it’s just like sex, or as close as I can get without breaking my cherry.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Didn’t it hurt at first?”

“No, but. I didn’t break my cherry.”

“What? Then how did you get pregnant?”

“I don’t know, I guess he got a little sperm on his fingers when he touched me, and I was wet enough for them to swim upstream. I was so fertile that it was driving me nuts, so for once, I didn’t care if he spilled his seed…”

“Uh!” I just smacked my head, and rubbed my eyes.

“What?” Well for one thing, Jesus explained the parable of the Sower, and the seed, when his diciples asked him why he spoke in parables, and it doesn’t have shit to do with jerking off your boyfriend.

“You’re married, and you’re living with your husband, and you’re not even having sex with him now?” No wonder he was so easy to seduce.

“Well? I thought I’d wait until we had the baby.”

“Well, what about him? Do you want him to cheat on you? Because that’s how you get your husband to cheat on you. God, he’s 18!”

“So?”

“So, he’s in his sexual prime, and he’s probably jerking off at least 3 times a day.” At least, when he’s not fucking around with his boyfriend, and any girl that happens to be in bed with them.

“Is that what your boyfriend told you?”

“Yeah, because it’s true. Look, I thought it was just anal sex, but you don’t like sex, at all?”

“I don’t know, I like oral sex. I mean.” She made that disgusted face again, “Not, you know. Giving oral sex, but it feels pretty good when he goes down on me.”

“You’re sick.” Is she? No, she can’t be.

“That’s not sick. You’re one to talk, little miss buttplug.”

“Well, at least I have something to fuck. You’ve got a husband, and you won’t even fuck him. You know, pregnant ladies still have sex all the time, and wait a minute. How much do you think it’s gonna hurt, when a baby comes out of there, and you’re still a virgin?”

“Well?” She shook her head. “Maybe I can have a C section, instead.”

“Yeah, that’s sick. To think that you’d rather have surgery, instead of natural childbirth, and fuck your husband when you’re married, but go ahead and judge me for sodomy instead.” I grabbed my bathrobe.

“Now where you going?”

“It sounds like mom is back from the drug store, and she thinks I’ve probably got Covid by now, so I have to go play Ferris Bueler with her now.”

“Well, what do I do with this?”

“Just hide it, please?”

“Okay,” she doesn’t even want to look at it, let alone touch it. “I won’t tell.” She crossed her heart, “Promise.”

I didn’t get a chance to thank her, with mom out there, trying to carry 2 bags full of soup cans, and probably half the fucking pharmacy.

But, I left her alone, with my sex toy, and eventually, she figured it out for herself.

Good, that was a lot easier than I thought!

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