Joey and Margaret

by thylanelover

Joey was just 10, lithe and small, with short careless blonde hair and big blue eyes. When she looked in the mirror she thought she had very kissable lips, but that wasn't that often because she preferred to spend her time climbing trees, playing ball with the boys and riding her bike. Rick, one of her friends, called her a tomboy once and she busted his lip for it. When her mother made her apologize, she got set in the corner for an hour with the dictionary open to the definition: "A girl of boyish behavior. See HOYDEN."

Joey didn't care to look up 'hoyden.' Sitting there, bored, she daydreamed about her older sister, Margaret, 12.

Margaret was everything Joey was not. Tall, redheaded, she had a surprisingly firm jaw and just a few freckles across her lovely pug nose. Her figure was starting to show, her soft little breasts just beginning to bloom, and her hips were definitely not skinny anymore.

She was very decidedly a girl, with her fondness for frills and lace and butterflies and a growing interest in boys. Joey had heard her talking about them with her friends and it made her feel strange. She thought it might be creepy, but in fact she loved to hear Margaret's conspiratorial tones and her girlish peals of laughter.

She thought about that now as she lay on her bed, trying to read her "X-Men" comic, but watching Margaret at her vanity. Joey was in her white T-shirt and jeans, as usual, her bare feet crossed over her back. Margaret was wearing a peach-pink slip, and very deliberately practicing putting on her lipgloss. Her side of the room was neat and frilly, pictures of pop stars and actors on her wall. Joey's bed across the room was unmade, her sneakers piled against a stack of comics, clothes hanging off the headboard, posters of ballplayers over her bed.

Joey wasn't thinking about that. She was on her stomach, her chin in her hand, and she was looking at her older sister openly, looking at her figure, her soft red hair, the freckles on her shoulders. "What's it like, growing up?" she heard herself say.

Margaret turned, surprised but smiling. "I'm not grown up. Who says I am?"

"You ARE growing up," Joey said, kicking her legs. "I mean, look at you. You're not a little girl any more. You've got tits. You've got lipgloss. What's it like?"

"What -- lipgloss?"

"No!" Joey grinned in spite of herself. "I mean, growing up. Becoming a girl."

"Well, YOU'RE a girl."

"Not the same way," Joey countered.

"Not yet. But soon," Margaret looked back at the mirror and smacked her lips slowly. Turned back to Joey. "How do they look?"

Joey nodded. "Good."

Margaret tch'd. "You can't really tell from over there." She got up and shimmered, swaying as she walked over to the bed and sat down next to Joey, who sat up. "Now. How do I look?"

Joey's eyes wandered over her older sister's face. Her forehead, framed by her curly red hair. Her blue eyes, and little upturned nose. The pinkness of her cheeks, her neck, and the light spray of freckles down her chest, to where her newly-swelling tits were hidden below the peach silk.

She was beautiful, she was female in a way Joey wasn't, but wanted very badly, and she was awesome. Joey found herself pressing her hands between her thighs, just looking at her sister, smelling her light perfume, the heady scent of her hair.

Margaret shook her wavy hair and smiled at Joey, closer. "Now how do I look?" She arched one delicate eyebrow oh, so perfectly.

"Great," Joey said, her throat suddenly dry. She coughed a little. "You look . . . really, really good," and she shook her head and laughed.

"Something funny?" Margaret asked, not amused. At the same time she felt a deep and inexplicable thrill at getting such a reaction from Joey. She might not be a boy, but she looked a little like one, and the way she was looking at Margaret was strangely exciting. She wanted to tease more of it out of her sister.

"No -- no!" Joey shook her head, eyes bright and big, trying not to stare at Margaret's delicate little tits. "I'm just . . . You know, just kinda . . . Well, you look so GOOD, Mag!"

"Good?" she fished, turning to show her profile. "Like how?"

Joey's eyes travelled down her sister's face, to her bare shoulders, the spray of freckles where her soft chest plunged into the peach-pink lace of her slip, to the tiny but visible little nubbins of her nipples, right there in front of her. "Heh," Joey said, still looking at her chest, "like a girl." She looked up shyly, hair over one eye. "You know."

Margaret was enjoying this, but kept herself from showing it. "No," she said. "I don't know. Tell me." She leaned forward a little bit. "We're just girls here," she confided to her little sister. "You can say what you want. I might like it."

Joey wet her lips. Margaret loved how she did that, and bit her own lip in response. "You . . . Your hair is all soft, and curly," Joey said, raising her hand as if to touch it, gesturing. "It's long. Longer'n mine. Your skin's so . . . so pale and clear. Like it was ivory. Or . . . pearl."

"Pearl?" Margaret was surprised.

"Yeah. I mean," and Joey pushed back her cowlick, which fell back into her eyes anyway, "you know, like the way a pearl looks soft, like it's got some depth to it? Like, uh, I dunno. Soft. It looks soft."

Margaret absently touched her arm, traced her fingers up to her shoulder. She looked down at her fingers, seeing what Joey was describing. She looked back up to see her sister watching her hand. She kept it above her breast, fingertips on her shoulder. "What else?" he asked. "What makes me girlish?"

"Well," Joey wet her lips, and her gaze went down again, "you're got . . . breasts." She looked up in Margaret's eyes. "I mean real breasts. That makes a real difference." Her own hand came halfway up her shirt, nearly to where, Margaret saw, Joey's own hard nipples made hard little dots against the white cotton.

"Yeah?" Margaret leaned back a little, letting her arm fall, watching Joey's face. She could feel her own little nipples getting hard, and it excited her to have them noticed. Joey got pink, she bit her lip, and Margaret just ate it all up. She felt a very deep and naughty thrill, as if she liked teasing Joey. Maybe she did. "Even when I lean back, like this?"

Joey nodded, reverent. "Yeah. Maybe more so." She licked her dry lip. "And it's the way you move. The way you just . . . do that."

"Do what?" Margaret asked, preening. She shook her scarlet hair, felt it caress her forehead, touch her shoulders. Looked from under her lowered brows at her younger sister.

"That," Joey breathed, her eyes wandering all over, from Margaret's frank gaze to her nipples to her lap. "Just the way you move, and look, and . . . even that."

"What?" Margaret shifted her weight, and when she looked up, Joey's eyes were bigger, searching her face. Closer.

"That," Joey breathed, so Margaret could feel the breath on her cheeks. "Get so . . . so close. Like that."

Margaret was very conscious of how close she was to Joey's awestruck face. She knew Joey was leaning closer. But now she realized she was leaning closer herself. As if . . . But that couldn't happen. Joey was a girl. Her sister. Though . . . she had such big and pretty blue eyes. So large and innocent. And she was looking at Margaret with just the sort of tender, wondering look she always dreamt she'd see in the eyes of . . . the boy who . . .

Joey licked her lips and swallowed. Her eyes were on Margaret's lips, and in spite of herself Margaret ran a delicate tonguetip over the opened inside edge, the bottom, now the top. Knowing how it looked. Hoping it looked as good as she hoped. Even to her little sister. Who seemed utterly transfixed by her mouth, so soft, not really so much unlike her own. . . . God, her eyes were so pretty!

Their lips came together so naturally, so beautifully, that they were kissing before Margaret or Joey knew it was happening. They came apart, but not far, and looked at each other, eyes wide.

Margaret swallowed. Joey's lips were a little pinker where the lipgloss had touched them. Joey's tongue ran over the pinkness, her lip quivering, looking from Margaret's lips deep into her eyes . . . and she smiled.

Margaret, her own mouth trembling, her heart fluttering, only smiled shyly . . . and when Joey leaned back closer, she met her younger sister halfway, and then they kissed for real.

A long, slow, delicate kiss, their lips moving only a little, because Margaret's continued to tremble, and Joey was turning her head so their noses didn't bump and she was leaning in and moving her own lips and, oh, God, it was as good as she'd imagined kissing could be, and Joey was moving her lips the way she'd seen boys do kissing their girlfriends, and it was just so awfully perfect she leaned a little harder, and reached out, and touched Joey's arms . . .

Joey leaned back, eyes big, and blinking. For a second Margaret was afraid it was over. But Joey only pressed her lips together, tasting them. Her lips were so pink and full. She looked into Margaret's eyes and smiled. "That was . . . nice."

Margaret found her heart pounding. "Yeah. It was!"

Joey's eyes searched her mouth, her face. "Do you . . . want to do it some more?"

Margaret's only response was to smile, and close her eyes, and lean towards her younger sister, parting her lips the way her girlfriends did.

Joey kissed her, like she wanted, and now her arms were going around Margaret's half-bare shoulders, like she wanted, and when her nipples rubbed against Joey's she wanted that, too. She made a little whimper, so like the moan Joey made they blended, and her own arms went around Joey's T-shirt to hold her closer. And kiss her harder.

Margaret felt her eyes roll up at the way her little sister was kissing her. So like a boy! She FELT like a boy! And you couldn't hide the way she really wanted to kiss her. Margaret sighed, shifted, felt Joey's arms holding her close, closer, and they drifted down to the bed.

Side by side the sisters kissed, their lips locked close together, gently moving together, as if they were dancing, Joey's lips with Margaret's. When Joey's lips opened, just a tiny bit, Margaret trembled. She knew what was going to happen next. She just knew it!

Joey looked down at Margaret's pink-cheeked face, concerned. "You all right?"

"I'm fine," Margaret breathed, almost hiccupping. "I'm wonderful. Kiss me like that again."

Joey did, but more carefully, and Margaret found the softness of her sister's lips was driving her bonkers. She kissed Joey harder, and was thrilled to feel Joey respond, kissing her back harder. Her breathing came faster now, and she was eager for what happened to her next, and her lips opened on their own.

Oh, the delicate way Joey's lips opened too! Oh, the creamy feel of her lipgloss sliding on her little sister's open lips. And now -- Yes! Oh, yes, the soft little probe of her tonguetip!

Joey pulled back, eyes wide. "You sure you're all right?" she asked, lips moist. "You're breathing funny."

"That's because you're kissing me, you ninny," Margaret nearly moaned, "and I love it. Don't you love it?"

"What -- kissing another girl?"

In spite of herself, Margaret found herself smiling, almost trembling. "Yeah," she breathed. "Kissing another girl. I love it. Don't you?"

Joey's blue eyes were big and guileless, looking down at Margaret. "Yeah," she said slowly, her nose wrinkling a bit, as she smiled just as slowly. "I like it. I like it a lot." She started to lower her lips to her sister's again.

"D'you really mean that?" Margaret teased, interrupting her, though she badly wanted to be kissed, and hard.

Joey nodded, intent on her lips. "I do." She lowered her face again.

Margaret turned her head aside a little. "HOW much?" she asked.

"Lots," Joey said, moving her face over to Margaret's waiting lips.

She slid away the other side. "Show me," she demanded.

Joey didn't hesitate. With one strong hand she took her sister's chin in her hand. "Like this," she growled, "see?" And laid the biggest kiss on her big sister.

Margaret mewled through her nose as her little ten-year-old sister kissed her hard, her lips working her own lipglossed ones until they opened, and then, oh God, Joey was tongue-kissing her! Her own sister had her tongue in her mouth, teasing her own tongue back!

Joey was dizzy, realizing what she was doing, and suddenly wanting to do it a lot more. Her tonguetip chased Margaret's, who seemed to be trying to keep away from her little sister's French kiss, but there wasn't any place to go and when Joey's tongue caught Margaret's her feminine older sister slipped it alongside her sister's tongue and into her mouth. She thought she would be grossed out but the sensation was so electric, so delicious, she could do nothing but close her lips on their tongues and suck on her sister's tongue delicately, but firmly. This was making out, and it was driving her up the wall.

She had to have more.

Margaret only made a tiny sound, like a moan or a protest, as Joey got on top of her sister, kissing her hard, and sent her tongue deep into Margaret's mouth. She felt her sister's soft hands holding her head, as she slid her own hands around Margaret's girlish twelve-year-old body, and thrilled at the way her sister responded. She loved the way she loved what Joey was doing to her.

Joey lay atop her sister Margaret, and the two sisters kissed, tomboy to moppet. For oh, the longest time. They kissed wet, and deep, and Margaret loved it, and gave herself up to Joey's strong kisses completely. She sucked her sister's tongue, she gave her own to be sucked, she danced tongue-dances in her mouth with her sister's little tongue, she raced upsteam to the liquid cavern of Joey's mouth and circled it, circled it, circled it, kissing and kissing and kissing.

Joey lifted her head. "Get on top," she said. Rolled and pulled the resisting Margaret on her side, but she resisted. Joey tugged. "C'mon, it'll be fun!"

"I don't wanna--"

"I wanna feel what it's like to kiss you from underneath," Joey smiled, finally pulling her big sister's arm across her flat chest and making her straddle Joey's thin hips. "You're havin' so much fun like that -- let me try it!"

On top of her sister now, Margaret found her hands on her little sister's shoulders, but now Joey's hands were free to explore the curves and dimples of her back. She shuddered to feel her own little sister's hands exploring the swell of her hips, the silky feel of her slip, the soft undersides of her arms . . . When Joey's hands came to rest on Margaret's baby tits, she gasped, eyes wide. "What are you *doing?*"

"I wanna feel 'em," Joey whispered up to her, eyes half-lidded. "I wanna know what your buds feel like in my hands."

"'Buds?'"

"Your titties, your boobies, your bosom . . . these," Joey said, and closed her small firm hands on them. Margaret gasped and twisted her head. "Oh, wow!" Joey breathed, reverent. "They're so like, awesome!"

Margaret looked down to see Joey's tousled blonde hair on her pillow, the glow in her big blue eyes as she watched her own hands closing and squeezing Margaret's little budding titties. She squeezed slowly, firmly but not so hard that they hurt, and Margaret had to bite her lip and arch her back, it felt so good. She pushed her tits harder into her little sister's hands, feeling the way her smooth fingertips took her breasts and kneaded them, every little squeeze her sister made making her whole body respond. Was it her tits being squeezed or . . . her sister doing the squeezing that was turning her on so?

She didn't care and didn't ask. She just held herself up on her hands and offered her child's tits to her younger sister's exploring, tenderly strong hands.

"Bite'em," she heard herself saying, and almost gasped.

Joey blinked, squeezing. "What did you say?"

"Bite them," Margaret repeated, thrilled with the notion. "I wanna feel you put your teeth in them."

"Like this?" Joey looked up as her lips came back and she set her teeth to the peach silk of her sister's left tit.

"A little harder," Margaret directed. "Not too hard, just--- yyyyyyyYEESSSSSSS!" She gasped. "Oh, just like that, darling. Just like that! Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh. Now do the other. The same way."

Joey slid her teeth over her older sister's tit, as if she was about to bite them good and hard -- and part of her wanted to, bad -- and listened to Margaret's moans as she slid her tiny twelve-year-old's tit over her teeth. She caught her nipple and heard Margaret gasp. She tongued it, making it wet through the silk, and her older sister quivered and pressed it to her mouth.

She had heard of girls liking this, but she never thought she'd ever be doing it, let alone to her own sister, and that she'd love it as much as she did. She mouthed Margaret's other tit the same way, smelling the scent of her skin, feeling her other nipple hard in her mouth, wishing that she was--

"Waitasecond," Margaret put her arms down to lift herself from Joey's mouth. Joey looked up, mouth wet, as her older sister sat up, out of reach. Margaret reached down behind her matter-of-factly and caught her hem. With expert motion the little girl pulled her slip up and off her white-skinned body, shaking out her red waves as she gathered her peach silk in her hands, before gently tossing it aside. She smiled down at Joey's open-mouthed surprise, her naked little tits on display. "Now you can kiss'em for real," she said, and lowered her tits into her sister's hands again.

"God," Joey breathed, licking her lips, leaving her mouth open. "You're so smooth. So soft," and she let her fingertips explore Margaret's young swelling baby tits, the crinkly pink perfection of her nipples, the softness of her skin from her naked chest to her naked back. "God," she whispered again, and kissed her sister's naked nipple as it dangled over her face, "I love how you feel, Sis. Goddd," and she sucked on Margaret's nipple like a shy boy would, hungry for the feel and taste of the girl's skin, reverential even in lust.

"Ohhhh!" Margaret gasped, head back, feeling her little sister's mouth worshipping her nipple. "Oh, yeah. Oh, Joey. Oh, suck the other one now -- please? Suck it?" She shifted, and Joey dutifully slid her lips across the open freckled valley of her sister's chest and sought out her other nipple with soft, questing lips. When she found it Margaret caught the back of Joey's head in one hand and pressed her close. As if impelled by a deep instinct, Joey sucked her older sister's nipple, and the twelve-year-old felt her hips begin to pump on her sister's hips. Another instinct she didn't know she had, impelling her to rock against Joey's slender hips, a need she didn't even know how to think of making her ache with a new passion she only now discovered.

And wanted more.

She rocked against Joey's body, she held her little sister's lips to her little tits, and her hips undulated with an old, unsatisfied rhythm. Joey, making a deep and happy sound, held her ass, which made the ache worse but Margaret wanted it to feel that way, and sucked her little boob with surprisingly thoroughness. She had never touched a boob in her life and now she was sucking her sister's like it was what she was born to do. Margaret moaned, she rocked -- she caught Joey's head in her hands and kissed her little sister hotly, like a woman should kiss her man, and felt a deep and wordless need in her that her sister's hands, holding her tight, only stoked, didn't satisfy. She sent her little tongue into Joey's mouth until the girl gurgled, but she didn't let go. She kissed Margaret back as frantically as any boy she ever dreamed could ever have wanted to do, and pulled her hips down to make Margaret rub her crotch against Joey's jean-covered hips.

Gasping, she levered up, her hips still grinding her crotch against her sister, Joey's hands tight and hot on her little tits. She'd never felt this way before and she knew the look on Joey's face said she'd never felt it, either. But it was nice. And they both wanted more.

"D'you want to do more?" Margaret gasped down at her little tomboy sister.

Joey's hands squeezed her tits again, slow. "Yeah! But -- what?"

Margaret bit her lip, her red hair falling over one eye. "I wanna -- I wanna take off my panties," she whispered. "I wanna be naked with you."

Joey drew in a ragged great breath. "I wanna -- be naked with you, too, Sis! I need to feel you like this . . . all over me."

"Let's do it," Margaret bit her lip and smiled. "I wanna feel you naked next to me, too!"

She swung over to sit on the bed, raising her hips as she did to push her little peach panties down off them and down her thighs. Next to her, Joey grabbed the back of her T-shirt by the neck and pulled it up and over her head, and her little bare flat chest was exposed. It excited Margaret. Sitting, Joey plucked open her jeans, and flopped on her back to push jeans and panties off her own slender hips and down her legs. The tight jeans yielded only with tugging and grimacing, but Margaret didn't mind. The way her little sister was getting naked next to her was strangely exciting. Her naked body was making Margaret want to feel and kiss and lick her all over -- and do other things she wasn't yet sure she knew how to do, but she wanted Joey naked and in her arms so she could try, and see.

Finally Joey kicked off the jeans, and lay naked next to her sister, on her side, both of them naked, and they just looked at each other. Joey was fascinated with Margaret's tits, the way her hips were wider, the girlish curves of her flanks, the delicate pale freckled beauty of her twelve-year-old naked big sister.

Margaret saw the wide-eyed way Joey stared at her, the way her big blue eyes travelled up and down her naked body, exposed to her tomboy sister, and felt thrilled. It was so nasty, to be exposed like this -- ogled like this! She couldn't help wiggling, which made Joey's mouth open, and she giggled and touched her own little breast with curved fingertips. "D'you like what you see?"

Joey was like in a daze. "Ohhh, yeah!"

"D'you wanna . . . touch me?"

Joey's answer was to put her hand behind her older sister's head and pull her to her mouth. They kissed, and Margaret felt her heart flutter to be compelled like that -- to kiss, oh! so wonderfully. She pulled Joey close to her, and the sensation of skin on skin was so unbearably wonderful she wasn't sure she would push Joey away or . . . pull her in closer, their legs sliding together, twining one over the other, their bodies meeting, chest to chest, nipple to nipple, kissing her close, tasting her tongue and feeling Joey suckle hers in return. She quivered at the sensation, and so did Joey.

Now she was on her back, and Joey was between her legs, her smooth chest over her own budding tits, and Margaret's legs were wide to let Joey press herself against her sister's open pussy -- there! -- Like that! Joey's eyes got wide, and wider yet when Margaret began to work her hips up and down, up and down, rubbing herself against her little sister's ten-year-old body. In instinctive reaction, now Joey started to move against her sister, too, not matching her moves but moving, gently, in opposition to them. Rubbing her own body against Margaret's.

The older girl moaned, her eyelids fluttering. She felt Joey's breath on her face and turned to kiss her little sister, their mouths opening lazily, but not for long. Joey's tongue was wet and insistent, and Margaret was eager, and just as insistent, which surprised her but not as much as when her hands took Joey's naked little smooth ass and pressed her against Margaret's crotch. Their hairless little pussies opened against each other and for the first time, their tender little preteen clits touched, wet and hard.

"Oh, gosh!"

"Oh Jesus!"

Margaret's knees came up, and Joey's strong arms caught them and bent them back, back, where she wanted them to go, to expose herself even more to her sister's body, and they were kissing, hard, and Margaret was holding Joey's hard little butt as she rubbed herself frantically against her little sister's open and moistening pussy. Oh, the feel of her little clit on and IN her own little pussy! The feel of Joey's wet little cooze on her own clit, as if they were fucking each other at the same time!

Joey took to fucking as naturally as her big sister did, forcing her hips against her feminine sister's pussy as hard as a boy might, wanting her as hard as any boy could. She was intoxicated with the feel and the scent and the taste of Margaret under her, kissing her, murmuring and gasping and loving it, and Joey didn't want it to stop, but go on, and on, and on . . . Her hips would not stop, even as Margaret started tensing, and she pulled back her own knees until Joey put her hands on them and helped push them up, and she felt Margaret's wet pussy getting wetter and hotter, sweatier and sweeter, and she kissed her shiny older sister and felt her shudder and heard her start to moan, and knew something was happening to her. Something good.

"Ohhhhh!" Margaret screwed up her eyes and clutched hard at Joey's hips, "I'm COMMMMING!!!"

She bucked and shuddered and threw herself so hard against Joey that their cunts ground together and their clits kissed as hard as they were. She sucked her little sister's tongue frantically as she sucked Margaret's, and skyrockets were going off behind her eyes. "OOooooo!" she wailed. "OOOOOOO!"

It seemed as if it would never pass, the waves upon waves of delight racing from her clit through her pussy down her legs and up her body, making her laugh and cry out and kiss Joey's wild hot lips and suck her tongue . . . but it did, though she continued to spasm, as Joey kept pumping against her. Rubbing her clit on her older sisters's still.

Margaret opened dazed eyes and looked up at Joey, pink, only a little damp with sweat, still humping against her. "What are you doing?" Margaret managed to gasp, as she felt her hips respond.

Joey tossed her cowlick up out of her eyes; it fell back. "I wanna see you do it again," she said with her one veiled eye.

"What?" But even as she said it, Margaret could feel the deep hunger in her starting to build again, and in spite of herself she humped back at Joey's insistent fucking. "Are-- Oh! --Are you gonna come, too? With me?"

"--Don't know," Joey grunted, her motions getting faster, more demanding. "---Don't care! I just wanna see YOU do it again, Marg! Ooh! Yeah! Do it again, Sis! Lemme feel you go off like that AGAIN!"

Joey's ballplayer physique was driving her against Margaret's helpless open pussy and even though she was wet with sweat and tingling with her climax, Margaret could feel her little smooth hairless pussy respond in spite of herself and begin to start up the mountain again. She almost tried to fight it, but Joey was too strong, and she really didn't need her sister's help to make her come again. Helpless, holding her legs up and wide with Joey's help, Margaret panted and grunted and felt her second climax start to build, right on the heels of the first.

Her own eyes were wide and pleading. "You're gonna make me COME!" she wailed. "Oh, Joey -- You know what you're doing? You're FUCKING me! You're FUCKING me, and you're gonna make me COME! Oh, YEAH! OH YEAH!" Margaret clenched her teeth, felt her toes curl under, and held her little sister's hard little tomboy body tight to her pussy as her little sister rode her to another glorious, sweet, sweaty come!

"NnnnnnnnNNNNNAAAAAAH! AAHH! AAAAAAAHHH!" Joey was fucking her -- really fucking her, her body hard and slick on her wet little hairless pussy. Margaret's long nails dug into Joey's hard little ass and made her sister fuck her harder, HARDER! And Joey's hands on Margaret's ass were pulling her up, her little pink quim rubbing against her own hairless slit so fast she couldn't catch her breath, and stars were dancing above her eyes. Oh God!

Her teeth together, breath whistling through them, Margaret felt her second climax coming harder than the first. Harder -- and longer. Much longer -- Her fingers dug hard into Joey's little ass and made her keep fucking her, forcing her up and down, and up and down, until the wild sensation of her sister's pussy on her own made her almost melt with the heat and fury of her sister's fucking, and oh, God, the way she was making her COME!

Joey's mouth on her own, her frantic cool tongue sliding through her lips, the hot passion of her kisses only mixed with the electric sensation of her orgasm ebbing fitfully again, the feel of her little sister's hands holding her head as she kissed Margaret. And she wasn't slowing down! "Oh no!" she gasped, "not again -- Don't make me come again-- I can't stand it!"

"I can't stop," Joey panted, her cheeks wet, her tongue licking her lower lip, her nose screwed up. "I think I -- I think I'm gonna -- gonna come too!" And she started to fuck Margaret even faster.

"Oh YES!" Margaret clutched Joey harder, fondling her, working her body up and down against Joey's slender frame. "Oh YEAH! Please come for me -- I wanna feel you COME! Oh, sis, COME for me!"

"I will," she panted, fucking her with frantic strength, "I will-- Nnnnn! NNNNNNGGG! Oh, yeah, baby, it's happening! It's happening! NNNNNG! Oh, Margaret -- You're makin' me COME!"

Joey was fucking against Margaret so hard it was like she was a punching bag, her pussy the glove, her sister snapping back to every forceful thrust against her, faster than Margaret ever imagined, and the feel of Joey's orgasm was hot and sweaty and hard and good -- and she couldn't help orgasming in response, her sister's climax feeding her own. God, she looked so good, her corded neck red, her hot little flat nipples so hard! Her little sister was fucking her hard as any boy she ever imagined could, and it was better than she ever thought! "Oh yeah COME! COME, you sweet little fucker, COME!"

One two three four five six seven-- Joey collapsed, gasping, on her naked sister and Margaret didn't know whether to moan in exhaustion or in lust. She wasn't sure which she felt more as she breathed hard, deep, and felt her little sister on her chest rising and falling with her. The stars stayed dancing in the air over her face and she held Joey tight, tighter, and felt the way her hot little body gasped and sweated above her. She felt so good this way, so hot and so good.

Joey's head was next to her own, her breath against Margaret's damp and cooling shoulder. She didn't care; the feel of her sister's weight on her was so wonderful she wanted it there forever, warm and sweaty and sweet. Her legs ached a little, her pussy was actually quivering under Joey's hot hairless cunny, and she couldn't stop squeezing her hard little ass over and over.

Joey's breathing against her skin felt so good. So right. She kissed Joey's cheek, under her tousled yellow hair, and Joey's murmur of pleasure thrilled her again. It made her so happy, to feel Joey loving the loving she had given her. She kissed Joey's ear, her lips brushing against it lightly.

Joey picked up her head, short hair all wild, and looked down on Margaret's face, pink and damp, and she smiled. Margaret, feeling suddenly a little shy, smiled back herself. Joey turned a little, and then she was kissing her redheaded sister on the lips, sweet damp affectionate kisses, and Margaret kissed her back, hungry for more. Joey lifted her face again and looked down at her older sister. "Ohhh, man," she whispered.

"Ohhh, yeah," Margaret echoed, and giggled a little.

Joey's hand crept to Margaret's little tit and squeezed it. Margaret felt her toes curl and her tits both tingle. She opened her eyes and looked at Joey. "Did you really come?"

Joey nodded. "I think so," she said, looking as if she didn't quite believe it. "You mean when it all gets good."

Margaret grinned, and her fingers traced the hairs on Joey's arm. "Yeah. When it all gets good. That's coming."

"Yeah," and Joey smiled wider. She impulsively kissed Margaret hard. "Wanna do it some more?"

But when she moved Margaret felt what Joey's hard fucking had done to her poor little pussy. "Oooh! --Maybe later. --Ow! I'm kinda sore?"

Joey's hand on her pussy felt so good, even if she did have to bite her lip. "I bruised you," Joey wondered, searching her face. "Did I . . . fuck you that hard?"

"I guess," Margaret said, and caressed Joey's short blonde hair, straightening it. She loved the way her cowlick kept coming down. "I liked it," she half-whispered.

"I did too," Joey said, eyes liquid and large. "I didn't . . . I never thought I could do something like this. Feel this way."

"Me neither," Margaret stroked Joey's ear with the back of her hand. And felt suddenly shy herself. "Do you . . . I mean, did you want . . . to do this, this way?"

"No," Joey answered, putting her cheek on her fist to look down at Margaret. "But I'm not sorry."

"You sure?"

Joey smiled, and tickled Margaret's pink little nipple with her fingertip. "I'm sure."

"You know . . . I didn't think we'd do this, either," Margaret admitted.

Joey kind of crinkled one eye at her. "You wanted to, though. Right?"

"Uh . . . not at first," Margaret admitted. She bit her lip.

Joey touched her sister's cheek with the back of her hand. "Are you sorry?"

Margaret's heart caught. "No. Are you?"

Joey shook her head, her eyes closing and opening as she softly shook her head.

"D'you hate me? For making you do it?"

Joey's answer was to lean down and kiss Margaret's mouth. Not a shy kiss, but a possessive, sure, and very close kiss, her mouth opening her sister's and making her take her tongue. Slow, earnest, and not shy at all. "Does that feel like I hate you?"

"Are you upset that I made you a l---"

Joey's kiss shut her up, and her hand on the back of Margaret's neck made sure she wasn't going anywhere, or saying anything else. "Sshhhh," she said, finger to lips as she pulled back. "I won't say anything if you won't." She kissed her sister again, and Margaret made a tiny whimpering sound against her mouth. Joey seemed to love it, and kissed her sister harder.

"You're horny," Margaret said, as if it was an accusation.

"Uh huh," Joey nodded. "I guess I am. I guess I was when I saw you putting on makeup." She stroked Margaret's damp red hair. "I think I like you being a girl."

Margaret bit her lip, her heart pounding. "I like being a girl for you," she said quickly.

"Yeah?" Joey's eyes sparkled, and she smiled very wide. "Cool. You can be my girl any time you want to."

"If I do," and Margaret tried to keep her voice from quavering, "are you going to kiss me again?"

"Try and stop me," Joey lowered her lips to her sister's again.

"I don't want to stop you," Margaret whimpered, and took her sister's lips and then her tongue, and said no more.