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story_codes: b/g young boy/girl (11-12/11-12), M/g Man/young girl (5-7), mf/g(6), incest, cons

story_intro: Since the faint beginnings of adolescence, Mark and Layla have been lovers. Now well into their teens, outside situations are separating them. So Layla makes Mark promise to take special care of his little sister, Jessie.


story_language: English




Loving Jessie

Written by madvlad


	It began when Layla moved away. The start was actually years before but Layla's farewell set everything else in motion.

	Five years earlier, Mark was eleven and had a one year old little sister, Jessie. He thought it was kind of neat to be a big brother but a baby wasn't all that interesting so he never got very involved at that point.

	Layla was Mark's age and they had known each other since kindergarten. She only lived a few blocks away and when Mark began to show some interest in girls, their long-time friendship became something more. While Mark was eager but nervous about his sexual explorations, Layla was quite confident.

	And experienced.

	Mark hadn't even heard of French kissing until Layla told him about it. At first, he didn't know what to think but when he first felt Layla's tongue slide into his mouth and touch him, he was hooked. Soon, they spent frequent afternoons in her bedroom while her divorced mother was at work, intimately feeling each other's mouths.

	This led to roaming hands. Sensing that Mark was too nervous to go below the waist, Layla was content for a while to do the same, rubbing her hands on his back while they both remained clothed. Mark could feel the straps of Layla's bra beneath her shirt and eventually he found the nerve to slide a hand to her front.

	Encouraging him, Layla let him feel her chest. When Mark's fingers slid over the fabric of her bra cups, couldn't find any contours of the mysterious and wondrous objects called "Female Breasts", but knowing that they were in there had him hard in his pants. By now, he knew what erections meant and while they were embarrassing when they popped up at random times, he liked being that way when he was with Layla.

	Their shirts were the next to go. While Mark was bare-chested, Layla kept her bra on. He still couldn't see any lumps under there but figured the undergarment was pressing them flat. It still thrilled both of them when his hands held her there while they kissed.

	One afternoon, Mark's hands were on Layla's back as their tongues caressed each other. For the first time, he was trying to find the clasp to undo Layla's bra but could not locate it. Understanding what he was trying to do, Layla pulled her mouth away to whisper to him.

	"It's just a training bra. You just push it up."

	"Can I?" he croaked as he shifted away from her slightly so he could observe her chest.

	"Of course," she answered huskily.

	Mark's hands trembled slightly as he placed them flat on Layla's waist. Sliding up, her hooked his thumbs under the bottoms of her training bra cups and pushed the thing up as she suggested.

	Then he blinked.

	There was nothing there. Sure, there were nipples but they were small and she was completely flat there - he might as well have been looking in the mirror.

	He didn't mean to hurt Layla's feelings but he couldn't hide his disappointment. Her eyes were wet as she spoke.

	"I-I'm sorry," she sniffled. "It's just that I haven't developed yet. It's just...I'm sorry."

	Mark's cheeks flushed and he felt the heat of shame. Layla was more than just a girlfriend; they had been friends for so long and shared secrets. Awkwardly, he hugged her and she pressed her face against his shoulder. They sat like they for a while until Layla regained her calm.

	"I guess I got my boobs from my Mom. She says she was slow to develop and can barely fill an A-cup even now."

	"Uh, okay," Mark replied, uncomfortable now as they were discussing his girlfriend's mother's chest. He was easy to read and Layla giggled.

	"Well, what do you think of my mom's rack?"

	When Mark's mouth fell open, Layla rocked back and laughed. Mark joined her and she felt everything was right again. Her training bra was bunched under her armpits and she pulled the thing off for more comfort. Now unashamed as she displayed her chest to Mark, she explained something else.

	"They are a little different, even if you can't see it. They're more sensitive when I touch them. Could you touch them for me?"

	Intrigued, Mark did so, softly rolling the pads of his thumbs over the girl's nipples. Layla sighed and her nipples popped out stiffly. It was perhaps a few millimeters of difference but she couldn't resist a joke.

	"Look! You made them grow!"

	They laughed again before Layla became more serious.

	"But I do look like a boy there, don't I? And you always tell me the truth."

	It wasn't just the secrets that made their bond special. They had never lied to each other, fearing neither betrayal nor condemnation even when it had been about the trivial things of childhood.

	"Yes, you do," he answered as he looked her in the eye. "But that's not important to me."

	"Really? The truth?"

	"Well, I wish you did have something, uh, there. But that's all. It's not a big deal."

	Layla accepted this, relieved that he was still open with her. Chewing her lip for a moment, she made another decision.

	"There is another place when I certainly don't look like a boy," she said in a low voice as she stood up and unsnapped her jeans.

	As Mark gaped, Layla kicked out of her sneakers and then shucked her jeans off. For a moment, he thought she had been teasing and would stop right there. Maybe she should, but he couldn't (or didn't want to) find the voice to tell her to stop.

	Having Mark's undivided attention, Layla slid her panties down. Her preteen vulva was no more developed than her chest was; its surface completely smooth as it curved out slightly from the flatness of her lower belly before going between her slim legs. Although she was a petite girl and was mistaken for being younger than she was, she felt quite womanly in front of him.

	"This feels good when you touch it, too," she said softly before guiding his hand to her mons.

	Mark let her move his fingers on her for a few minutes before he understood what she wanted. Her cleft grew moist beneath his touches but he was not repelled as she told him it was what girls did when they felt good there.

	"Like you feel," she said as she pointed to the thing making the crotch of his jeans appear like a small tent.

	"Oh, that's..."

	"...an erection," she finished for him. "Can I see it?"

	"Uhhh..."

	A lack of protest was all that Layla needed before she unbuckled his belt. After prodding him to stand up, she got to her knees in front of him and drew down his jeans. In just his underpants, the hard-on was more noticeable. Mark stared at a blank part of the far wall when Layla pulled his undershorts down, wincing in embarrassment when his penis bounced once the elastic waistband was past it.

	The boy knew that some of his friends had started to grow pubic hair although he hadn't yet. Layla certainly didn't mind as she regarded the thin, short member that stood out stiffly. His scrotum was smooth and unwrinkled and she gently cupped it while grasping the eleven year-old's member between the fingers of her other hand.

	Mark shivered as she did this. She was right; it felt even better when someone else did it. He had played with himself a few times and had heard that if he did it right, something incredible happened although he hadn't gone that far yet.

	"I like it," she said simply.

	When Mark looked down, Layla locked her pale blue eyes on his. She kept staring as she leaned forward and opened her mouth.

	"Gnnngghh!" the boy grunted at the unexpected oral contact.

	He had heard jokes about blowjobs but this was nothing to laugh at as Layla's soft lips compressed tightly around his rod. Moving back and forth, she stroked him with her mouth in a far better way than he had tried with his hand. Her tongue flickered over his glans and kept caressing it as she sucked and bobbed on his young erection.

	It didn't just feel good there where her mouth touched him. It was growing in his loins, making his testicles ache and he wondered if this mysterious thing called cumming was about to...

	"Aaahhh!" he cried as his body jolted.

	Layla sucked him harder for a moment while the spasms wracked him. Then she stood up and hugged him. As the naked preteens were pressed together, she could feel his partially wilting erection return to life as it rested against the pillow of her pubic mound.

	"I think I did this thing called cumming," Mark whispered.

	"Yes you did."

	"Some guys say that when you cum, you squirt milky stuff. I didn't do that, did I?"

	'No, maybe that's when you get older."

	"Oh yeah. Like when I get hair on my...um, down there."

	Layla's nipples had remained hard while she was sucking him and they seemed to be blooming with heat as she kept them against the boy's chest. Mark's erection was now fully restored and she could feel it touching her quim.

	"You make me so wet," she said. "Can you feel it?"

	Mark could feel the warm dampness and nodded.

	"Do you know why boys get hard and girls get wet at the same time?"

	"Uh...I don't know. Maybe..."

	Layla kissed him on the lips to keep him from talking. Then she backed onto the bed and beckoned him to follow her as she spread her legs.

	"Get on top of me," she whispered.

	"Are we...?"

	"Just get on top of me. I'll help with the rest."

	Mark wasn't sure he was supposed to let his penis touch her between her legs but as he fumbled into place, Layla took his hardness and guided him to her hairless cleft. When the tip slid between her labia, Mark instinctively pushed with his hips. They both gasped as he entered her.

	For a moment, they lay still, their youthful bodies interlocked. Then Layla moved her hips to generate some friction in the place where they were joined. Reacting to the pleasure, Mark hunched against her. Her flesh was hot and liquidy smooth where it clutched his member and he quickly fell into a rhythm.

	Stroking his small penis inside the other eleven year-old, he felt her grinding her hips in way she seemed to enjoy. Following her lead, he discovered what she liked as she made little noises of pleasure while their copulation continued. When he came again, she held his buttocks to keep him in place.

	His resilience made him quickly hard again and they resumed. Her tunnel was soupy with fluids, washing his pumping penis as it pressed all around it. This time, she managed a climax just before he came. Keeping their bodies joined, the sixth-graders lay breathing heavily.

	"I didn't know what this was all about," Mark mused.

	Layla sighed and put one hand on his back.

	"I did. And I should tell you why. It's our secret, right?"

	Uncle Pete was her mother's brother and, after Layla's parents divorced, was the closest person to a father that the little girl had. Layla was only four, but she soon came to enjoy the caresses she received when her uncle came from out of state to watch her while her mother was getting her life back in order.

	By the time Layla began kindergarten, she would remove her panties in anticipation before climbing into Uncle Pete's lap when they were alone. With her little legs spread, the five year-old would shiver from the delights the man bestowed upon her plump, bald mound. Eager to do something nice for her beloved uncle, she asked him if she could make him feel special, too.

	Patiently, he showed her how. At first, it was with her hands. The results were messy but Layla was proud at how good she was at cleaning everything up and "swallowing the evidence". Uncle Pete always said that phrase in a funny voice that made her laugh. Before long, she was containing his ejaculations in her mouth as they came out. She would take the entire head in her mouth while her hands worked the shaft of his penis.

	The man always made sure she enjoyed at least one climax when they were together. Although she tried on her own, it was always best when it was her uncle's fingers between her legs. When she turned seven, Uncle Pete told her that she was ready for something more. When she came in his lap the next time, it was with something other than his fingers between her legs. There had been a brief bit of discomfort as her membrane was broken.

	Then they were together; the man loving the little girl as if she was a woman while her nectar-lined sheath hotly caressed him. But the child's ensuing orgasm nearly crushed him as cock-stuffed little pussy quaked. It was if her climax had demanded his reaction and shortly after he filled his very young niece with his cream.

	"So he still does it with you every time he visits?" Mark asked in a tone edged with jealousy. "Like when he was here a couple of weeks ago?"

	"Not this last time," Layla said dreamily. "He always said we could stop when I met someone my age. I told him I had before he came and he was happy for me. We didn't do any of that but we still had a great time. It's not just the sex stuff."

	"But we were only kissing then," Mark replied. "We didn't do anything more."

	Layla smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

	"But I knew we would," she told him.

	Now at the mature age of two, Jessie toddled into the living room to greet her big brother's friend, Layla. Standing in front of the older girl, the tyke proudly lifted her dress to show off her flowered panties.

	"I'm a big girl now and go potty on a potty," she informed the twelve year-old. "I don't go potty in diapers."

	Jessie's brown eyes twinkled as she received applause from Layla. After the tot left the room, Layla turned to Mark.

	"She's getting cuter every day," she gushed. "Are you having any fun with her?"

	"No," he stated flatly.

	Granted, Jessie was becoming more fun to play with, especially without diaper changes. He sometimes read her stories while she was in his lap and the way she scooted her bottom there gave him a stiff reaction. Fortunately, the inquisitive child hadn't noticed the changes in topography of her brother's crotch

	"I don't know," Layla said. "It would be nice for her to have someone like when I had Uncle Pete showing me."

	Mark nodded noncommittally. He was quite happy with Layla and didn't want anyone else. 
For the past week, Layla had been out of state with her mother who had been assigned to a temporary project at her company's headquarters in New York City. Layla was old enough to be on her own at the hotel's entertainment venues during the day and in the evenings, mother and daughter ate well and attended Broadway plays.

	A half hour later, they were undressed on Layla's bed, making up for a week of celibacy. While they were always enthusiastic, sometimes they took it slow if one of them was feeling down or in a mood for something less frenetic. This was not the case today as Layla was on her back with her legs wrapped firmly around her boyfriend's waist while he pounded into her soupy hole.

	In their year as lovers, their gradual assent toward puberty had continued slowly. Layla now had breasts - just small bumps beneath her nipples, but it was progress. Where Mark now had some pubic hair, she had only managed some light down. In the showers after gym class at school, she had been the subject of ridicule by the more developed girls but was validated in her femininity every time she was with Mark.

	She felt her climax approaching and knew that Mark would cum with her. They had developed a tight synchronicity in their sensuality and it was rare that one of them came alone. Feeling the tightness in his balls, Mark gave a harder thrust, pushing his penis up against the firmness of Layla's pubic bone as he thrust in. It was an action that always set her off and as her cunny constricted.

	The first hard clench in the boy's was accompanied by something new. Surprised, he yelled and could do nothing else as liquid surged through his stiff young cock and shot into Layla's preteen body. Her eyes widened in recognition of what she was feeling but it had never happened with Mark before.

	"You came!" she exclaimed.

	"I always do, but..."

	"I know, but you also did this."

	Mark eased off of her and they both examined the watery white fluid of his first ejaculation oozing from her cleft.

	"Whoooa," Mark whispered, understanding he had just passed another milestone.

	"How did it feel?" asked Layla. "Was it different?"

	"Yeah. I mean most of it was the same but I could feel the stuff moving, you know. I liked it like that."

	Layla giggled as she played with some of it on her fingers. Then her face softened to a wistful expression.

	"What?" Mark inquired.

	"I guess this means," Layla sighed. "This means I might get pregnant."

	"What? Now?"

	"No, but I've had a couple of periods. They're not regular yet but any time now, I could...you know."

	"Well, we can still do other-"

	"Oh, we can still do it, but you'll have to use a condom."

	"Am I old enough to buy them?"

	"I don't know. I don't think it's like cigarettes but Uncle Pete gave me some to keep because I was getting old enough to get preggers."

	"But I thought he...you and him weren't..."

	"We're not! I told you that like a hundred times," she said crossly. "Really, he meant it when he said we would stop when I had a boyfriend...when I had you. You get so weird every time he comes to visit."

	"I'm sorry," Mark replied.

	"Okay," Layla sighed.

	Then she brightened. Mark was so jealous - not just at Uncle Pete, but because of her. How many of those snotty girls at school had boys who acted like that because of them. This was so romantic!

	Mark saw the dreamy look in her eyes and shrugged. Despite everything that he and Layla confided in each other, he was beginning to understand that there were things about the female species that he would never understand.

	Layla poked him in the shoulder to interrupt is reverie and gave him a mischievous grin.

	"If you cum again, do you think you'll squirt?' she asked.

	"Sure...I guess so."

	"Good. 'Cause it's been more than a year and I want know how yours tastes."

	Layla lowered her head to his crotch and Mark grinned. Now that was something he could understand.

	The condom protocol had been in place for over a week. Pete had been amused and impressed by the request for another box ("maybe two?") and remembered his own adolescent vigor. His sister would never open anything he sent for her daughter so he sent Layla a package with six boxes and told her to let him know when she needed more.

	Although he knew it was ridiculous, but he was feeling jealous of that twelve year-old. Shaking his head as he dropped the package in the mailbox, he smiled. That Mark was one lucky kid. And at least he didn't have to be jealous.

	"You can take it off," Layla said as Mark regarded the latex stocking over his soft penis.

	Mark went to the bathroom and flushed it away. Sometimes, he used it twice in the same afternoon but Layla must not want to do it again. The condoms weren't as bad as he feared, but he still missed her flesh directly against his during sex. At least he didn't need it when she wanted to do it orally.

	"I miss you not squirting in me," Layla said when he returned. "I like it when you cum in my mouth but I really liked it going in me more, you know?"

	"Yeah, but you don't want to get pregnant."

	"That's right. But there's another place we can do it."

	Layla rolled over and got to her hands and knees with her rear end facing him. Mark didn't get it. They had done it doggy style before (Layla had learned many positions from Uncle You-Know-Who) but she could still get pregnant in that position, right?

	Reaching behind with one hand, Layla pulled one of her pert ass cheeks aside to show him what she meant. Her sphincter was shiny with lubricant and Layla's hand returned as she waggled a tube of gel before him.

	"Really?" he asked.

	They had looked at some porn pictures on her computer one day and they had laughed at the "Butt Bangers" section. Or at least he had laughed. Mark remembered that he thought it was hysterical. But had Layla laughed? He couldn't recall.

	"A lot of girls won't let guys do it in their butts," Layla told him. "But I like it."

	That was good enough for the boy who trusted her. He found her different back there - not nearly as soaked but the muscular ring of her anus and the warm, smooth grip of her inner tissues provided a pleasurable intensity of their own. Soon, the twelve year-olds were shaking to the rhythm of Mark's thrusts. Layla's tiny new breasts jiggled a little and she pushed her hips back toward the boy every time he lunged in.

	With one hand, she worked on the dripping mound between her legs and when she felt his semen flooding her interior at last, her cunny jerked and her fingers. Keeping her buttocks pressed against his crotch, she wordlessly made it clear what she wanted when he was hard again.

	For Mark and Layla, their next years lacked the awkwardness that tormented most their age. By their sophomore year, he made varsity on the soccer team as his body matured with added strength and speed. Layla's maturation yielded the small breasts that barely made it to A-cup as she had predicted.

	During the summers before their freshman and sophomore years, she had used hair removal cream on her crotch, preferring the smoothness she had during earlier years and all of the memories that brought. Although Mark enjoyed her all year round, he especially thought that her smoothness was exquisitely erotic.

	Just as Jessie must be.

	It was becoming easier to get lost in Jessie's details. Oh, there were the obvious things when he saw her little body, nude and shiny in the bath, as it slowly shed its baby fat and gained more definition in its childish form. But the smaller things remained in his mind's eye - the delicate structure of her ear as glimpsed when her light brown hair swayed to reveal it; the slight curl of the lashes that framed her brown eyes; the shallow hollow of her throat, pulsing as she laughed' and the miniature index finger with every tiny crease at the joints that she held up when motioning to him.

	Such sweet distraction.

	Layla didn't dare to depilate her sex during the school year as she had the gym showers to contend with and did not wish to draw attention to herself. But she had told Mark that once their sophomore year was done, she would stay hairless all year round since she did not have to take physical education during the final two years of high school.

	A week after she had revealed her plans, though, she arrived at his house in tears.

	"Mom got a promotion," she wept. "It's at the company headquarters in New York City and we'll move just when the school year is done."

	For a couple that had avoided teenage angst so far, they experienced it with a vengeance for those past two months. On the day of the move, Layla didn't not want to talk about the two of them.

	"It's Jessie," she said as they walked hand-in-hand around the neighborhood. "She's turning six this summer. I want you to promise me something."

	"What? Is there something you want me to get her for her birthday?"

	Layla looked at him but saw that he was serious. Laughing in spite of everything, she elbowed him in the ribs.

	"You can be such a clueless dork, sometimes!" she sniggered.

	"What?"

	Layla halted, bringing Mark to a stop as she looked him in the eyes.

	"Look, date anyone you want when I'm gone."

	"No, I won't -"

	"Sh. Just listen to me. But I want you to make sure you love Jessie the way my uncle loved me. It was so special for me and I want her to know it. And come on, you like my barely-there boobs and you really like it when I go "little girl" between my legs in the summer. You're attracted to that and Jessie's got that. You're a wonderful brother to her but I want you to do more."

	Mark was silent and still. He knew he had felt some on-brotherly attraction for his little sister but felt that anything he might do would be a betrayal of Layla, despite her suggesting things for years. He was still in a state of dumbness over Layla's departure and agreed.

	Layla stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips.

	"And I want details, buddy," she said with a wink before she jogged away to meet her mother in their driveway. And she didn't want him to see her crying during their last minutes together.

	Mark started to run after her and stopped, feeling very alone. So he would turn his attention to Jessie for Layla's sake. No, he confessed to himself; and for his as well.

	"Jessie, your brother is here."

	A whoop sounded from a corner table at the daycare center where several little girls usually gathered after being delivered there from elementary school. A month into her first grade year, Jessie was still thrilled when her big brother, Mark, picked her up at day care. More than once, she had boasted that her brother was so old he could drive.

	The daycare teacher smiled as the six year-old threw herself into her brother's arms. It was rare to see teenagers so attentive to their younger siblings. Mark often got Jessie when he didn't have soccer practice or some other after-school activity and didn't seem put off by this at all. Jessie was a lucky girl to have such a brother.

	Once they were home, Jessie scooted upstairs to Mark's room while her brother, while no less eager, merely walked the steps after fetching some juice from the refrigerator. He didn't say a word to her as he pulled a box from the closet full of some old mementos - the sort of thing his mother would never bother with if she was cleaning. Inside was a manila envelope at the bottom from which he drew a small piece of cloth. Jessie was hopping with excitement before he tossed it to her.

	Giggling, she ran into her room to change into her "sexy panties".

	Shortly after Mark introduced his sister to the wonders of her little body, he had noticed some of her underpants in a basket of her old clothes that her mother was donating to a charity thrift store. Among the clothing that Jessie had recently outgrown were some panties.

	Removing several pairs, he retreated to his room, gazing at the colorful undies with wonder that Jessie's treasures could be so small as to be covered by this. As he remembered some of the things that Layla had worn, Mark took a pair of scissors and cut away the sides and most of the seats of the panties, rendering them into tiny thongs decorated with smiling bunnies and Disney characters. They were lewdly cute, especially after presenting them to Jessie as a secret sixth birthday present.

	Naturally, the tot wanted to model them for him. The strip of cloth in the seat disappeared between her round little buns that jiggled as she pranced about. Despite Mark's handiwork, the panties were still tight and the front cinched up hard against her crotch to produce a camel toe. But on either side of the thin cotton, some bare flesh of her small mound was displayed. After Layla danced around, the cloth often was wedged between her pudgy labia, leaving only her slit covered while the rest of her hairless pussy was displayed.

	Today, Ariel the Little Mermaid was trying to keep Jessie's goods under wrap as the girl returned to Mark's bedroom wearing only her makeshift thong. Mark had stripped down to his boxers and was waiting for the nearly naked child. Hopping into her brother's lap as he sat on the bed, she squirmed as she felt his hands grip her tiny globes of rump meat. Mark kissed her slipping his tongue between her pliant lips.

	The first time he had done this to her, the little girl had let out a throaty expression of surprise but was mesmerized as her mouth was explored. Now, Jessie went still as she opened wide to let her brother sweep his tongue all around inside. Lifting her by the ass, Mark let his lips slide down her chin and neck before the first grader's flat chest was exposed to them. She wasn't as sensitive there as Layla had been when Mark had first discovered her nipples. Nevertheless, Jessie sighed as her undeveloped breasts were sucked while her buttocks were massaged. When Mark lowered her again, she could feel the lump in his shorts pressing against her barely Disney-clad mons and grinned.

	"Did I make it hard?" she asked in her small, innocent voice.

	Mark had explained things to her over the past few months and Jessie was always pleased that she was only six but could make such grown-up things happen.

	"Of course you did."

	Jessie bit her lower lip as she shyly grinned at the praise.

	"Can I suck it?" she asked sweetly.

	"Sure."

	Jessie slid from his lap onto the floor and pulled at his shorts. Assisting her, Mark pushed the waistband down and displayed his erection before the little girl's wide eyes. Staring intently as the penis, she took it in her soft hands before opening her mouth to take in the head. She sucked at it for a few minutes, concentrating on his member before finally turning her eyes up to his. When Mark nodded, Jessie started to bob her head, slurping as her spittle tried to leak from the seal of her sliding lips around his cock while her dainty tongue washed at the portion she could fit in her moist oral cavity.

	"Mmmm," she hummed when she tasted the precum emerging from the slit in the glans.

	Now she gripped her brother's prick even harder in her hands, massaging it as her mouth sped up and made her hair swing wildly. Mark exploded in the first grader's mouth and she did as Layla had done, working her throat to send the entire wad into her belly. If causing an erection was exciting for the child, making her brother cum was very heady, indeed.

	To Jessie, the taste of the stuff was barely tolerable but the juice that Mark had brought with him now cleaned it from her mouth. Mark pulled her into her lap and let her sit back against him. She knew it was her turn and spread her legs.

	Gently gripping his sister's tiny genitals through the fabric of her Little Mermaid thong, Mark squeezed the soft bulge and with his thumb pressed against the top of her obviously displayed cleft. Working this thumb there, he felt the response as Jessie's clit hardened. His ministrations pulled the thong deeper into the child's slit, making it grate in there until the cloth was moist from her reaction.

	Jessie's breathing was heavy as Mark tugged the cloth from between her lips and then slid two fingers beneath the dubious protection of her altered panties. Her bald cunny was slick with her dew and Mark fondled the precious flesh before dipping a finger inside. She was warmer there and as the tip of his finger eased between her delicate inner labia, he encountered the resistance of her membrane.

	She was still intact but she was a sexy, soupy little virgin in that place and he continued to manipulate her until she was instinctively humping her hips against the welcome pressure of his fingers. Adding his thumb beneath the cloth, he pressed against the child's clitty, making Jessie moan and hunch more desperately as her overheated snatch called for relief. It came with a small shout and a pouring of more liquid as the six year-old came in her big brother's lap.

	When she had recovered, Jessie got to her knees on his lap and turned to face him. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she locked her eyes on his.

	"Can I suck it again?' she asked as she pushed her cunny with the saturated cloth wetly plastered to it against Mark's renewed erection.

	"I want to cum in another place," her brother replied as he tugged the back of her elastic waist band.

	Jessie's red lips formed a near-perfect O as she understood. Making him cum with her hands and mouth was a big thing. But what he wanted to do was even more special - something very important for a little girl who cherished her alone times with her very big brother.

	For the past few years, Layla's uncle had become a source for any supplies that she and Mark needed. Mark's jealousy of the man had also dwindled as it was clear that Pete had maintained his promise to keep his relationship with his niece non-physical. Among the items Layla had left her boyfriend was a tube of gel that Mark squeezed as his sister lay face down across his lap.

	Pulling the cloth out from between her buttocks, Mark caressed the soft little buns while Jessie wriggled with pleasure. Then he pulled them apart and applied a dollop of gel between them. Sliding one hand beneath Jessie, he worked his fingers on her hairless mound while he slowly twisted his finger into the child's sphincter and pushed the lubricant inside her.

	Murmuring fuzzily, the little girl enjoyed the internal rubbing of the finger as it lubed and flexed her rear in preparation for sex while her cunny drooled in appreciation of his attention there as well as inside her bottom. From the first time he fingered her there, Mark had learned how sensitive and receptive Jessie was from anal stimulation.

	The only thing that made Jessie uneasy was the idea of being completely nude. She could have her quim partially exposed as it was molested, but the idea of being without any clothing over her privates made Jessie freeze. In his phone conversations with Layla, the older girl had thought it was cute.

	Uncle Pete had never pressured Layla and neither Layla nor Mark wanted to coerce Jessie. Since the girl didn't mind her rump being uncovered, Mark had only progressed to having her back there.

	When Mark pulled his finger out, Jessie knew what was next. She crawled off his lap and stayed on all fours with her rear facing outward. Mark took hold of the girl by her small hips and slid his prick between the fleshy globes of her ass. Grunting, Jessie took the pressure against her anus and felt it dilate around her brother's invader.

	"Ooooo!" the six year-old whined as her anal penetration progressed, feeling her body accept the hardness stuffing her taut tubing.

	Once Jessie's interior had been stretched and plumbed by his member, Mark slowly stroked in and out of the anally impaled tot. Every movement was sweet agony as he fought not to cum after such a short time inside the heated oven of flesh.

	Mewling softly, the tiny vixen arched her back and lifted her chin, shivering from the friction inside her buggered bottom. The pressure of her brother's cock churning in her ass made her cunny compress and the sensitive tissues there twitched and watered. With every thrust of Mark's penis, more juice was forced out of the little girl's hairless slit and painted her smooth, sturdy thighs.

	With Jessie's lovingly greased rectum hugging his sliding prick, Mark was goaded into increasing the force of his strokes. This made the first grader moan and sweat as her sweet little ass was tenderized with hard cock. Already sensitized, Jessie's pussy clenched to signal the start of another climax. She whined as her brother sped his thrusts, enhancing her orgasm before spewing hot semen inside her guts.

	Mark stayed put, letting his penis soften before pulling out as another of Jessie's peculiarities was her reluctance to have him leave her while he was completely hard. Still, she mumbled soft noises of complaint when he withdrew. Once her rear was unplugged, the little girl collapsed on the bed while Mark's ejaculate drained from between her small buttocks. It was tempting to do this again but Mark held off as he didn't want to leave her sore back there.

	Two days later, Mark turned into the driveway with his excited sister bouncing in the back seat. So fixated on his upcoming afternoon with Jessie, he did not notice the person standing on the front porch until Jessie shouted "Layla!"

	"New York City sucked," she explained. "So I ran away."

	"Oh no," Mark breathed. "Your mom will be calling for you. I'll bet this will be the first place she tries."

	"Don't worry about her," Layla replied with an impish grin. "She knows I'm here. She ran away with me."

	"Huh?"

	Layla laughed before explaining.

	"Mom never minded visiting the corporate headquarters but working there full time wasn't so great. When she asked to be transferred back, offering to take a demotion, they kind of delayed a little before letting her know the district manager was moving up to regional manager or something like that. Anyway, that means there's an opening here and it's still a promotion over what she had before we moved. So I'm back!"

	"Mark?" Jessie worriedly asked as she tugged her brother's pant leg. "Doesn't that mean we won't have alone time anymore?"

	"I heard that, kiddo," Layla interjected as she scooped Jessie up and planted a kiss on her nose. "What about the three of us all alone? That could be really kinky."

	"Is being kinky fun?"

	"I'll let you decide," Layla told her as she gave the girl's bottom a squeeze before turning to Mark. "Your room, fifteen minutes. And don't be overdressed."

	Jessie watched as her yellow panties with pink polka dots crumpled around her ankles and looked at Layla.

	"I need my sexy panties and Mark has all of them," she told the older girl.

	In her regular phone conversations with Mark, Layla knew all about Jessie's foibles. Tousling Jessie's hair, she crouched down until she was nose to nose with her.

	"Not today, you don't."

	"But I'll be all naked," the wide-eyed child gasped.

	"That's the whole idea. We're going to put on a show for your brother."

	Jessie tilted her head in confusion. What kind of show would there be without her wearing any clothes. Maybe Layla was just teasing about the clothes part.

	"Are we going to do a puppet show? I like puppets."

	Layla nodded.

	"That's right. And you're going to be my little sex puppet."

	When Jessie arrived in Mark's room, one hand kept sliding toward her crotch to cover it. But since Layla had removed all of her clothes, Jessie was trying to emulate the teen and barely managed to keep her hand off of the goods. As she and Layla sat on Mark's bed, Jessie explained what was going to happen next.

	"Layla and me are going to do a puppet show."

	"It's Layla and I, not me," Layla corrected. "But it doesn't matter because puppets don't speak."

	Mark wondered what this was all about (Puppet show? Seriously?) before Layla put a lip lock on his sister. There was no question of where Layla's tongue went as he saw her jaw flexing.

	Jessie relaxed as Layla's hands roamed over her and the older girl's tongue made love to her own. She didn't know girls could do this stuff together and let Layla have her way just as she let her brother do. This kissing always made Jessie feel warm and cuddly.

	Laying the girl on her back, Layla continued to french her before doing the same oral surveying of the child's body that Mark often did. It was how she and Mark had always enjoyed starting off. Finding one of Jessie's flat breasts, Layla swirled the tip of her tongue around the areola, teasing the girl before stabbing at the stiffening nipple. Only when both of them were erect did she capture them with her lips to suck. Jessie shifted slightly with agitation and Layla remembered the feelings in her own immature chest when her uncle had pleasured her in a similar manner at that age.

	With Jessie's peculiar covering need for her cunny now vanquished, the smooth swell of flesh between her legs was open for oral attention. Jessie had only given oral pleasure before and now she panted as her bald twatlet was licked and sucked like the tender and juicy little morsel that it was. Humping with her hips, the first grader wasn't even aware of how lewd her small body looked doing this but only knew of the pleasure she was getting.

	Layla responded by digging her tongue into the hairless snatch, tasting the light nectar escaping the little girl's sex. After a few tongue lashes, Jessie's clitty was stiff and barely poking from its hood when Layla spread her chubby cunt lips wide. This left the sensitive nubbin exposed to licking and nibbling before the child came explosively. Her little feet flailed as she squirted her dew into the vacuum of the teen's mouth.

	Releasing Jessie's plump mons with a wet pop, Layla licked her lips as she raised her head.

	"Congratulations, you're now a lesbian."

	"Is that because you kissed my kitty and made me cum?"

	"Uh, something like that. Yeah."

	"When I suck Mark's penis and he cums, is he a lesbian?"

	"That's not quite how it works," Layla laughed. "Only girls can be lesbians although some guys like to watch us."

	When both girls turned to look at Mark, he was sporting a hard-on at full attention. He shrugged and grinned.

	"If we make him any harder, he'll explode," Layla told Jessie. "We'd better relieve the pressure and I know just how to do it."

	Although this hadn't been planned, Mark knew what was going to happen. Layla had wanted him to pop Jessie's cherry before but now she had a chance to be here when it happened. Jessie, however, had no idea at all but when Mark's penis pushed against her plump little mound, her eyes went large. Mark had never spoken about this but by now the little girl knew that her brother liked to put his thing in her when he was hard and now he had just discovered a new entry place.

	"Mark is going to put his penis in my kitty," Jessie confided to Layla in a loud whisper.

	"I know," Layla said as she settled next to the younger girl, keeping herself up on one elbow so she could watch. "It will hurt a little when it first goes in but then you're going to love it."

	The spongy head of Mark's dick squelched as it was worked between the hairless labia of Jessie's drooling snatch. Despite being concerned about Layla's "hurt a little" statement, Jessie loved this new contact. Then Mark went still as he locked his eyes on Layla's.

	She nodded.

	Swiftly, Mark lanced his erection into the bald entrance of his little sister's virgin quim. Deflowered on the first stroke, Jessie whimpered from the brief flash of pain before Layla rubbed a calming hand over her belly and pubis.

	Spreading two fingers to partially wrap around Mark's shaft, she felt the hard flesh as it slid into the hot, lubricious tunnel of the child's twat. Jessie shuddered as her pussy expanded and was filled by her brother's cock until the thing reached her cervix. Her head swimming with the intimate touch of her brother deep in her tiny sex, Jessie turned to Layla again.

	"He's in my tummy!"

	"Mmm," Layla agreed.

	With her legs spread wide, her belly heaving and her smooth cunny lips bulging around the meat impaling her, the six year-old looked adorable. Jessie's high-pitched exclamations made her even more delectable as her brother started rutting slowly inside her. Although Jessie had no idea how sexy she was, Layla was looking forward to teaching her.

	Encased in the tight, liquid velvet of the six year-old's cuntlet, Mark's prick slid in and out and made Jessie squirm. Her actions made her heated tunnel caress him more as he plumbed her little body. With his cock shiny with her flowing juices, Mark reamed the child's sex hole and was serenaded by her weakened moans.

	Goaded by the snug oven of pussy flesh clinging to his working prick, Mark grunted in surprise by the ferocity of his own orgasm. His balls convulsed and his cock pulsed as wave after wave of thick cream surged into his little sister's body and anointed her tiny womb with his sperm.

	Layla slid her hand over Jessie's belly, knowing that not far below there was an even deeper joining between brother and sister. She couldn't help feeling a little jealous but she also knew that the relationship was now between three of them, not just two.

	Normally good-natured, Jessie made a face as her parents got ready to leave for a night out. She thought that would mean that she would be here in the house with Mark and Layla. But they were also going out tonight and they were taking her to Layla's house so she could be watched.

	"Thanks again," Mark's and Jessie's mother said to Layla. "I'm sure Jessie will cheer up after you drop her off. She really likes your mom, you know."

	Everyone said their goodbyes and Jessie did cheer up and got her kisses from her mother and father.

	"Is your mommy going to make cookies tonight?" Jessie asked as the two teens walked her to Layla's house.

	Jessie was already gearing her mind to this. She may have been disappointed that Mark and Layla would be out without her, but Layla's mother was fun company.

	"Actually, my mom is going out, too," Layla said. "But someone else will watch you."

	Then Layla laughed at the questioning look she got from Jessie.

	"Don't worry," the older girl continued. "You'll just love my Uncle Pete."


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