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Filename: mallory3.txt
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story_codes: g/g(10/6), b/g (8/6), incest, cons

story_intro: With perverted inspiration from the man and woman who have been using her fresh young body, Mallory beds her younger sister, Abigail and teaches her about lesbian sex. But Mallory isn't the only one who's been lusting after dear, sweet little Abigail.


story_language: English



Mallory's Ride, part 3

Written by madvlad


	Although it was starting to get chilly with autumn, it was still a sunny Saturday after two days of hard rain and Abigail was thrilled to accompany her big sister, Mallory, to the park. The previous weekend, their grandparents had taken them to the zoo and Abigail came home the proud owner of a small stuffed leopard she named Spots. With Spots tucked in one arm, she joined Mallory and some of her friends. The older girls were all ten years old - incredibly big by Abigail's six year-old standards and they all agreed that Spots was a fine leopard.

	While the fifth-graders were hanging out together, Abigail found one of her friends nearby and they played together on the swing set. The little girls decided that Spots was very good on the slide. When her friend had to leave, Abigail saw another one of Mallory's friends, Janie, with some other girls. She thought it was odd that Janie wasn't with Mallory so she went over to tell her that her big sister was here. And Abigail was also sure that Janie wanted to meet Spots.

	Had Mallory told her that Janie's snotty behavior had left her on the outs with her old friends, Abigail wouldn't have understood. She was a friendly and sensitive little girl who could not fathom why one person could ever be mean to another. When she greeted Janie and started to show her Spots, the older girl looked flustered to be bothered by a little kid while in the company of her new friends.

	She sneered at the confused Abigail instead.

	"Hey, do you and Mallory share the same training bra?" Janie asked nastily, drawing smirks from the other girls.

	"Oh no, that's for big girls like Mallory," Abigail answered sincerely. "I don't wear those."

	"Really?" Janie replied. "I thought the Little Twerps brand was one-size fits all - tit sizes zero and under."

	The other girls laughed now and Abigail just didn't understand. When she tried to talk to Janie again, the girl pushed her out of the way. Abigail went tumbling, skinning her knee as she fell. But what hurt worse was watching Spots land in a muddy puddle.

	When the little girl started bawling, Mallory started to run her way with her friends close behind her. As she spied Janie laughing with the other girls in her company, Mallory's normally even temper started to rise. Janie acting stuck-up was one thing, but making her little sister cry meant that she had crossed the line from friendship for good.

	"Get away from her!" she yelled before kneeling to console her sister.

	Abigail's knee was bleeding, but Spots' tumble had her even more upset. She insisted the muddied leopard was very hurt. Mallory tried to wipe the mud off, but to no avail.

	Angie, another one of Mallory's friends shook her fist and hollered at the retreating Janie.

	"You touch her again and I'll kick your butt, you butt-head!"

	Mallory couldn't hide the grin as she heard the threat. Angie was as rough and tumble as any boy in their class. Marcie, another friend, was trying to cheer Abigail up.

	"Did you hear that, she called Janie a butt-head?" the frizzy-haired girl chuckled.

	But Abigail wasn't mollified. Eventually, she quieted down, sniffling as she stroked her stuffed toy.

	"I should bring her home," Mallory said. "I'll get her knee and her leopard cleaned up."

	"Are you coming back after you take her home?" Angie asked.

	"No, my parents are out for the day. I have to stay with Abigail. They let us come here but we can only be here or home."

	The other girls said their goodbyes and Mallory escorted her little sister home.

	"I'm sorry I cried," Abigail said as Mallory put the finishing touches on Spots with a damp towel.

	"It's okay," Mallory replied sincerely. "Janie shouldn't have done that."

	Mallory gave Spots a blow-down with a hair dryer and returned the "healed" leopard to her grateful sister who gave her a fierce hug of thanks. Mallory looked at Abigail's knee, which had stopped bleeding, and was going to wipe it off when she had a better idea.

	For the entire week, she had been molested on the train by the two adults, Steve and Gayle, while others in the car were oblivious. On three occasions, they took the girl to an apartment for more open sex. Upon learning that Mallory had a little sister, Gayle had been planting all kinds of lascivious ideas in Mallory's mind as the woman introduced the ten year-old to all kinds of lesbian kinks. Now with their parents out, Mallory's carefully taught lust drove her to put her curiosity into action.

	"Come on, let's take a nice bubble bath," she suggested.

	"In the daytime?" Abigail asked.

	"Sure. You like bubble baths, right? So why not now? They're fun anytime."

	"Okay." Abigail giggled.

	Mallory ran the bath, making sure it was piled high with suds. When she called Abigail in, the younger girl promptly stripped and put her clothes in the hamper. She was not at all self-conscious about being undressed in front of her big sister and even now was not aware how Mallory was eyeing her little buns and the tiny, hairless jewel placed snugly between her thighs.

	Abigail happily settled into the bath, arranging the bubbles in some kind of shape. When Mallory got undressed and climbed in, Abigail was surprised and pleased. It had been a long time since the girls had bathed together and Abigail delighted in different games with her sister and the bubbles.

	After a half hour, the bubbles had dissipated. Mallory noticed her fingertips wrinkling from the water and reached for Abigail. She pulled her sister against her, turning her around so that Abigail's back was resting against her chest. Gazing at her younger sister's chest to compare  herself, she could not deny that she was indeed still as flat as the six year-old. She brushed her hand over it, barely feeling the presence of the baby nipples.

	Abigail wriggled and contentedly settled against her sister. She loved cuddling and her sister's hands roaming over her little body was soothing. When Mallory's fingers found her plump cuntlet, Abigail didn't mind at all as her sister's hand closed over her mound, massaging it.

	"I'm going to make you feel good," Mallory whispered in Abigail's ear.

	Abigail believed her sister and also knew from recent experience how a hand between her legs could make her feel.

	Abigail had turned six just before the school year started. This and her small stature made her the littlest girl in the first grade. The first and second grade classes shared their recess and lunch times and the tiny blonde drew the attention of the biggest boy in the second grade.

	Jimmy Wallace was already eight, his father holding him back a year before he began school to ensure he'd be the biggest and strongest in his class. Abigail had learned that Jimmy bragged about this and he had a reputation for being something of a troublemaker. One night, Abigail had heard her parents discussing Jimmy's father. The girl guessed that the man played tennis like her parents did at their club because her father said he ran several rackets.

	One day, Jimmy approached Abigail at recess and told her to come with him. Although she was afraid of him, she hoped if she was nice to him, he wouldn't be as mean as she had heard he could be. Jimmy led her to a shack used for storing grounds keeping materials and produced a key that unlocked it.

	"How come you have a key?" she asked. "Do you like to plant flowers?"

	"No," Jimmy answered with a snort. "One of my dad's union crews takes care of maintenance here and I got a copy of the key. It gives me a place to do stuff where no one will look."

	"What are we going to do?"

	"I'm going to teach you something."

	Without further discussion, Jimmy pulled up Abigail's skirt and slid his hand inside her panties. Abigail was startled and tried to protest.

	"That's not a nice touch," she told him, repeating a lesson about strangers and private places.

	"Sure it is," Jimmy replied. "And it will feel good after a while. It's only bad if a strange man is doing it to you. But I'm a kid and you know me."

	"Oh," Abigail replied, acknowledging his explanation. After all, he was an older kid and probably knew more about this stuff.

	Jimmy's father often conducted some of his business at home and let the boy observe him. Jimmy shared his father's intelligence and cunning and was learning fast the lessons on manipulating people.

	But right now, he was manipulating the little girl's hairless genitals. He liked the smoothness and fleshiness of her mound. And it was so small compared to his older sister's, who was fourteen. His sister's also had hair and wasn't as soft. But she had taught him a lot about sex and he had certainly enjoyed putting his prick in her hole on many occasions.

	Despite Jimmy's earlier explanation, Abigail was having second thoughts about this boy playing with her private parts. She was a nice girl and didn't want to do anything that wasn't nice and she wasn't sure if Jimmy's hand should be inside per panties like this. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes when a slight tickle in her loins startled her.

	Jimmy saw her expression and leered in a precocious way.

	"See, it does feel good, doesn't it?"

	"Yes," Abigail truthfully replied.

	Nice girls always told the truth and she couldn't lie about how she was feeling. Jimmy rubbed her for another minute and then withdrew his hand.

	"There, now you're my girlfriend," he announced.

	"I am?"

	"Yeah. Girlfriends let their boyfriends into their pants."

	"Oh, I didn't know that."

	In fact, Abigail didn't know how two people became boyfriend and girlfriend, but now she was a girlfriend. That made her feel very grown up.

	"But you can't tell anyone," Jimmy went on. "Or else they might get jealous. Not too many girls you're age get to be a girlfriend. And you can't tell anyone what we do in here."

	Abigail nodded solemnly. It wouldn't be nice to make her friends feel bad because they weren't girlfriends. And Jimmy was a nice boy because he had made her feel nice in her panties. As they left the shack undetected, Jimmy told her they'd do more boyfriend-girlfriend stuff in the coming days.

	Now in the bath, Mallory's hand felt better than even Jimmy's. Abigail enjoyed being fondled but eventually Mallory stopped.

	"Let's get out and get dried off," she told her little sister. "Then I'll show you some stuff that only sisters can know about. You can't tell Mom and Dad."

	"Why not?"

	Because they do stuff together that we don't know about and that's okay. But we can also do stuff that they don't know about."

	"And that's okay, too?" Abigail offered, finishing Mallory's explanation.

	"That's right."

	The girls toweled themselves dry and padded in the nude to Mallory's bed. Mallory had Abigail lie on the bed face up, just as Mallory had done for Gayle on several occasions already. Then Mallory slid on top of her sister, pinning her to the bed. She stared directly into Abigail's eyes, finding only absolute trust from her little sister.

	Mallory kissed her on the mouth and slowly introduced her tongue into Abigail's mouth. The younger girl tried to murmur something until her tongue was found by Mallory's. Abigail was still and speechless as their small tongues intertwined and she learned the first lesson about the pleasures of oral love.

	Her training continued as Mallory's mouth investigated her body. When she reached her sister's chest, Mallory dug at the tiny nipples with her tongue, capturing the delicate skin with her pulling lips and coaxed them to stiffness.

	"Mmm," Abigail remarked as she felt the small pleasures from her undeveloped breast areas.

	Mallory's nipples were already hard with anticipation and she moved upward, rubbing her nips with Abigail's just as Gayle had done to her. The contact made Abigail's face color and her breathing quicken before Mallory returned her mouth to her body. The older girl gently chewed and lapped at the warm skin over Abigail's flat tummy. She continued lower, sliding over the smooth pubis before settling her mouth over the bald, puffy mound of her baby sister's tiny sex.

	"Ahhhoohhhaahhh," Abigail warbled softly as her sister began to dine on her precious little pussy.

	Mallory sucked on the delicate cuntlet, savoring the smoothness and plumpness of the clasping labia before sliding into her sister's cleft. She coated the interior with saliva before gently attacking the nubbin at the top. Abigail's clit responded to the nibbling and the sucking and the little girl curled her toes as something began to build in her inexperienced loins.

	Mallory's mouth was even better than Jimmy's hand and the little shivers he had caused were nowhere near as good as the ones Mallory induced; coalescing and making her feel drippy inside. Without realizing it, she opened her legs wider to invite her sister to feast as much as she wanted.

	Accepting the subtle invitation, Mallory probed inward with her tongue, finding the six year-old's cherry. She licked steadily at it as she tasted Abigail's intimate treasure. Mallory remembered vividly her only recollection of her own hymen, feeling it snap apart as Steve's cock bore into her beneath his folded coat on the crowded train.

	Mallory relished the elastic resistance of Abigail's membrane, the virgin barrier flexing and doing nothing to keep the flow of nectar which had sprung for the child's sex.

	As her pussy was milked of its juices, Abigail moaned and rolled her head, shutting her eyes and knowing only the wonders of her sister's mouth as her immature twat was racing with arousal. She hunched against Mallory's face, the shivers down there becoming tremors that sizzled until her world exploded in a flood, everything centering on her little snatch that was cumming strongly with Mallory drinking the rewards.

	Slurping the last of the little flood Abigail had produced, Mallory slid her body up, ready to give her sister more pleasure while providing the release she was craving. The sisters' cunnies touched with a wet kiss as Mallory was already dripping eagerly. The bald mounds mashed together, gliding smoothly but with touches of friction.

	Mallory thrust against her baby sister as if she had a cock, crushing her hairless cunt against Abigail's smaller, dainty one. The ten year-old's sleek, smooth form undulated in carnal action while the tiny first grader twisted and wriggled beneath her. Mallory could read her sister's reaction and managed to hold back until Abigail was reaching her crest.  The pair climaxed together, their childish cuntlets coating each other with love fluids until Mallory collapsed on top of her little sister.

	She rolled off and the snuggled together for a while with no words spoken or needed. Longing to repay her sister's kindness, Abigail shifted in her sister's embrace until her face was against Mallory's chest. She swiped at the older girl's nipple with her tongue and then looked up questioningly. Pleased with her sister's advance, Mallory smiled and nodded. Abigail continued, somewhat replicating what her sister had done until a dormant instinct arose and made her nurse at Mallory's flat breasts. Mallory sighed languorously, cradling Abigail's head in her hands.

	After more unhurried time, Abigail slid down, planting light kisses on her big sister's body until she was between her legs and looking at the ten year-old's dewy twat. She looked up at Mallory and they shared an unspoken acknowledgement before Abigail lowered her mouth to the other girl's vulva.

	Mallory stretched her arms against the cool sheets, spreading her legs at the same time. The first delicate sweeps of Abigail's tongue were nothing like Gayle's experienced motions. But Mallory loved them all the same and was content to bide her time as the six year-old continued her Sapphic discoveries. Abigail settled in, her little tongue becoming bolder and the slurpy sounds of her work made Mallory hotter.

	She would have plenty to describe to Gayle on Monday, but the rest of this day belonged to just the two of them.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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