My Sister's Innocence

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Running Away

Days went by and their mother, usually too busy to notice that she had children, always seemed to be around. When Kayla could not sit for lunch the other day the older woman began to suspect that her twins were not properly watching Kayla. When questioned Kayla said nothing happened, but her mother just knew that Tristan had been in to visit her again. This was the last straw, her mother’s temper snapped the next time she saw Tristan as he came back from his classes.

“You are moving out,” she demanded of him. “I want no arguments, I want you out this week, I will put up the security deposit myself if it will get you out of this house.”

However, what she did not realize was that she was playing right into the hands of her eldest and youngest child. With Tristan living on his own he was free to do what he wished, and with Kayla under less surveillance she was almost free to go wherever she wanted. Their mother had unwittingly just given them a way to be together, away from other’s eyes.

In the end it took longer than a week for Tristan to find a place and move out, and even when he had Kayla remained grounded and glued to her mother’s side. Kayla was not to go home after school, she was to come to the hospital and work as a candy striper, which made Kayla’s stomach turn. She could barely handle her own bowel movements, she could not imagine having to clean up after some else’s.

It took only a week for Kayla to break. She could not handle the hospital, or her mother, or the threat of her other brothers. She wanted Tristan, and no one else. After school she did not go to the hospital she found her way to his apartment.

He was not home.

She found a bench near the building and sat down upon it and waited. Now that she had given up on going to the hospital she could not show up at home. She would have to disappear for a while, just to be away from them all.

“Kayla?” Kayla looked up at her brother’s face and smiled brightly to him. Tristan looked perplexed, but pleased. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t stand it any longer,” she admitted, standing before him and looking up at him through shadowed eyes. “I don’t want to be away from you. You are the one I want to be with.”

Tristan took a step back, taken aback by her honesty. This was not something he had ever expected to hear from his sweet sister’s lips. “Kayla, you don’t know what you are saying,” he insisted. “You are not going to throw your life away because we made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” she asked. “Oh… I see.” She bowed her head down and stared at the white heels covering her feet and let out a sigh. “So for you it was all just fun and games, a mistake.”

“That’s not, no, wait,” Tristan stammered. He was supposed to be the cool one, why did he feel like a wallowing pile of marshmallow when she questioned him, her usually clear eyes clouded with the mists of tears. “Kayla, this is not natural, or normal. This is wrong.”

“Tristan, I will do anything to be with you,” Kayla insisted, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment she was steady.

“Anything?” he asked. “Kayla, let me introduce Karen, my girlfriend for the last two years.”

Girlfriend? Kayla looked over to the girl walking down the street and saw a staggering beauty that made Kayla take a step back. He was sleeping with that woman and he still had robbed her of her innocence? Okay, well, Grant had robbed her of it, but it was Tristan who had made her enjoy it.

“Kayla!” Karen cried, seeing her and recognizing her instantly, which shocked Kayla because she had never even known Tristan had a girlfriend. “It’s so great to finally meet you, Tristan has told me so much about you.”

Kayla could only blink in response. The hurt swelling in her chest was more than she could bear.

Karen was continuing. “He said you were beautiful, but I had no idea you were this gorgeous, and you are so innocent looking for a girl who has fucked all of her brothers.”

Kayla blinked again, her eyebrows crinkling together. “Wh… Um… what?”

“Oh, Tristan told me all about what he and your other brothers did to you,” Karen admitted.

“Er…”

“I think it is such a turn on, but Tristan had not been ready to have sex with me yet because he was trying to get you out of his system first,” Karen continued, taking no notice of how uncomfortable Kayla seemed to be growing at the aspects of this conversation.

Kayla squinted her eyes and looked at this girl through blurry vision, wondering if it was the only way she would see the other woman clearly. “You think a brother with his sister is a turn on?”

“Especially when she is as beautiful as you,” Karen said sincerely, almost breathlessly.

“Karen is bi-sexual,” Tristan suddenly explained.

Kayla’s stomach roared. She saw where this was going and she almost could not escape it as it seemed to be barreling towards her. “Well, I think I should leave you two…”

“Don’t go,” Tristan insisted, now suddenly more intent on keeping her there. Kayla was not sure she liked the direction of this afternoon any longer. “Come inside, we can all grow acquainted.”

She knew what undertone the word acquainted had associated with it and Kayla was right. As soon as the three of them walked through the door Tristan leaned back against the door, closing it, locking it, and keeping the girls in. Karen looked anxious, Kayla was nervous, and Tristan was smiling giddily. Karen was the first to move, stepping towards Kayla and kissing her full on the mouth. Kayla shuddered and began to pull away. Tristan stepped up behind her and held her where she was, letting her feel his hard body behind her and Karen’s soft body in front of her.

“You were the one who wanted to be with me,” Tristan said to her, whispering in her ear, tickling the stray strands of her hair that were falling out of her ponytail. “This is what happens with me, all of my life is a bit twisted, not just you.”

Karen moved fast, her hands up Kayla’s shirt and cupping the curvaceous breasts, feeling the lace that kept them clad and pressed down. Karen seemed overanxious, moving swiftly, wanting to undress Kayla with one swift move. Tristan was the one who unclasped the bra, releasing Kayla’s breasts to Karen. Karen leaned down and began to suckle Kayla’s hardened nipples, she could hardly contain herself. Kayla felt helpless, her bra pressed under her breasts, her shirt pushed to her neck, and she knew the wetted panties under her skirt would be the next to go.

“Wait,” Kayla insisted when Tristan’s arms wrapped around her, grabbing the breasts that Karen was not administering her attention to, twisting it in his fingers, gripping tightly and causing her to cry out. “This is wrong,” she insisted, even as Karen’s fingers slid under her skirt, rubbing against her thighs and then pressing upon the red silk of Kayla’s panties.

“So is everything we do,” Tristan insisted, then with one thorough tug he was pulling her shirt over her head, releasing her from one of her traps, than catching her into an entirely different one. “You said you wanted to be with me, this is what constitutes as being with me.”

“It’s all right,” Karen said when Kayla remained silent, “I’m not a jealous woman, as long as I can have you both.” Her fingers slipped under Kayla’s panties and found the wetness, pressing hard and making the young girl gasp.

Karen leaned all of the way down and with a quick movement that said Karen was more skilled than Kayla thought Karen pulled away Kayla’s panties and pushed up her skirt, revealing her pussy to her. Karen smiled like she had found the greatest treasure in existence, then leaned forward to lay her lips sweetly upon it.

Kayla let out a little surprised shriek. She had never been this close to a woman before, and it had never really been her ideal sexual situation, but neither had been intercourse with any of her brothers, much less all four of them. Karen’s tongue was deft flicking out and taking Kayla’s clit in-between her teeth and suckling upon it. Kayla arched and bucked, not expecting the wave of pleasure that came over her, nor expecting her body to respond so happily.

Tristan moved a hand down Kayla’s backside, over her perky ass, and down and into her body. The administrations of both Karen and Tristan were too much for Kayla, her body trembling. Tristan’s finger pumped her as Karen sucked her and Kayla felt weak in the knees.

“I don’t think she’s going to last too long,” Tristan admitted to Karen.

“I think you are right,” Karen said, pulling away from Kayla’s body and looking up at the large breasts and innocent eyes. “I think you might want to fuck her now.”

“And what will you do?” Tristan asked of Karen, the two of them speaking as if Kayla was not trapped between them both listening to every words.

“I will watch,” Karen said, then quickly she added, “this time,” which let Kayla know that Karen wanted more of Kayla than was offered tonight.

Tristan turned Kayla to him and practically shoved her down onto the floor, him falling on top of her, his knee going between her knees and keeping her spread open for him as he unzipped his pants. From the sidelines Karen sat on the couch with a perfect view of the two lovers writhing on the floor for her.

Tristan stripped his belt and slipped between Kayla’s legs, moving fast, knowing that Kayla, though wet, was losing her nerve. Tristan pulled his pants away and then slid into his baby sister, her body sheathing him, her legs automatically surrounding him, and for those few swift moments she forgot that they were being watched by his girlfriend and lost track of the trouble she would be in when she returned, for she would be returning home. She had hoped he would take her in, she had hoped he would keep her safe and they would be together, but instead she had walked into something more twisted than she had known, and then all of those thoughts came tumbling back upon her as Tristan began to move in her, always the best of the four brothers. He was the largest, the best, and the most thorough in his administrations. He moved with speed and ease, and only hurt her the way she wanted to be hurt, his teeth grazing against her naked body as he moved into her, pressing hard and far in.

“Tristan!” she gasped as he pushed further in, driving her wild and her hands clasping over him, clinging to his shoulders as he worked her over in a way he never would have done in their mother’s home. He seemed to feel liberated, released from holding back, and now her gentle lover was forcing himself deeper and harder in her, stretching her body like it had never been used before. Kayla’s nails dug into his back and he barely seemed to notice. All he did was continue to push in her, thrusting into her. He took in the heat of her cream and wanted more.

“I want more,” he said to her, his hands wrapping into her hair and holding her down. His lips fell upon hers, his tongue searching the inside of her mouth, tickling the tip of her own, forcing her to melt around him. She did not want to enjoy this, this and the voyeurism that was going on from Karen on the couch, who had her own fingers up her skirt, playing with herself as she watched them. Kayla did not want this, but everything about Tristan made her want more.

He gave one last hard thrust into her, throwing her over the edge as she screamed out her orgasm and he came deeply inside of her, filling her, making sure she felt every inch of him. She could not stop him, she was out of breath and out of air. She fell limply around him and laid on her back staring up at him. He did not pull out of her, just stayed deep inside of her ever as he grew soft and could no longer keep pumping her with his need.

“Stay here tonight,” he insisted, he himself forgetting all about Karen’s presence, though the woman was just standing to straighten her skirt.

“I… I have to go back,” Kayla insisted, though she knew she was just returning to anger from her mother and either lies or accusations from the both of them. She had wanted to stay before, but now… now she felt different, as if this was not what she had been waiting for, and it was not.

Tristan’s phone began to ring and Kayla pulled away quickly. He looked down at his tiny cell phone and saw the caller ID. “It’s Mom,” he said flatly.

“I have to go,” Kayla said hurriedly, picking up her clothes and hurriedly putting them on. “Don’t tell her I was here,” Kayla insisted.

The next thing she heard was, “Yeah Mom, she’s here, she’s staying here tonight,” and Tristan winked at her as her horror filled face turned towards him. She dropped her clothes and fell to her knees, shaking and shuddering, suddenly very sick from the whole situation.

A conscious she almost did grow.