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genus Melissa turned the corner and emerged, finally, into arriver. At midday there was a smattering of people waiting on friends and phratry ; not quite a crowd. She stopped for a moment and scanned the faces, the magnetic variation in tone bewildering her slightly after spending so long away from home, the longest she had been in her unforesightful sprightliness. Yet she soon found the one cheek she was looking for, the one that was already smiling back at her, and Melissa 's warmness started beating so fast that it was as if it was as if she noticed having it for the first time

Claire pushed herself off the tower she had been reclining against after returning Melissa 's shy grin with her own confident grin. Today would be a good day, she thought, as she gently strolled up to the gate to foregather her hunky-dory unseasoned devotee. A Junior broker at a leading urban center firm, Claire was only 23 herself, but Melissa was a bare 18 years of age, just Edward Young enough, still, to wear a schoolgirl 's undifferentiated. And Melissa had of course obliged her asking to wear it today, Claire thought with satisfaction, running her centre up the girl 's physical structure lavasciously, with neither concealment nor shame. genus Melissa 's glistening blonde hair's-breadth was tied up in perfect pigtails, and her wide heart, further defined with non-white ocean liner, stared back at claire as her sass curled around the recollective pink nail that she was gently chewing. The schoolgirl 's slim consistency was perfect, with a nasty white shirt wrapped around those hard, moderate-sized titty, several buttons open at the top to provide a hint of segmentation showing, and her tie dangling loosely around her neck opening. Melissa 's let down one-half began with a navy-blue pleated mini-skirt, from which her long, slim legs rapidly emerged, bare until they entered whiten chin-up air sock that extended up above her knee. One calf was held cutely behind the early, and both led down to petit human foot encased in girlish leather shoe with a slight heel. Yes, Claire thought, young lady was a truly gorgeous number, especially so at this moment - and Missy was hers.

Melissa was still so caught up in the instant that she had forgotten to impress, at to the lowest degree until Claire began advancing up to the gate herself. After a calendar month of nothing but photos and imagination, Melissa 's fan, at all times a thing of beauty, had never looked more arresting. Claire 's skin was paler than genus Melissa 's, almost white, yet her long hair's-breadth, which she now wore untied, was raven Black person. Her smiling was accentuated by oceanic abyss red lipstick, and she wore a blacken neck ruff around her cervix. Beneath, Claire 's taut eubstance and vauntingly tit were defined by a tight, black leather evening frock. Her stark legs extended beneath, through satin garter stockings of the same shade, into the in high spirits of patent leather stilettos, which did goose egg to spoil Claire 's confident stride. genus Melissa gulped and walking forward herself managed to receive Claire just a few foundation outside the gate.

The two girls embraced tightly without a Word of God, and then their lips met, and then their clapper. Melissa felt the comfort she had too long search as Claire pushed hers into the younger girl 's backtalk, and a bit wave of dearest and lustfulness washed across her as she tasted a dark, earthy flavour already on it, leaving Melissa wildly rubbing her own natural language up against in promise of finding more. When Claire finally broke the kiss, she continued staring into Melissa 's eyes as a strand of brownish saliva extended between them. Smiling naughtily, she said, `` Welcome back, minuscule sis ! ``

***

They sat on the back seating area of a taxi head home. Claire had sprung for a special cab with shaded Windows, and she sat in the back-left rear, with her Sister in the middle. They had been apart for far too tenacious to rot any time away from each other now.

Many sisters are close and loving, but Claire and genus Melissa were far close-fitting than most. Four years back, their parents died in a traffic accident, leaving the untested genus Melissa especially distraught. Claire assumed the office not only of an older sister, but a guardian to the younger fille, and though genus Melissa could not be said to have fully recovered, Claire 's dutiful making love had brought her spirits back Sooner than either would have thought possible. This trip, Melissa 's start away from household alone since their parents'passing play, had been suggested by Claire as a part of that recovery.

'' So, how was Australia, sugared ? ``, asked Claire. genus Melissa 's brass lit up again. `` gay ! Very cheery ! A lot of animals ... And, what you said before, very ... conservationist ... ? '' Claire tutted and giggled. `` Very *conservative*, young woman. *Conservative*. You did n't ... mention anything to cousin Ruth, did you ? '' It was Melissa 's twist to laugh. `` No, no ! I think she 'd have enough of a problem with me having a boyfriend at my age ... she looked so relieved when I told her I did n't ! '' `` Oh dear ! ``

The little girl giggled along, swapping stories for some fourth dimension until Claire broached another field of study : `` Well, how was the flight ? '' `` Oh, it was delicately, they really took maintenance of me. But the repast were kind of, um ... '' Melissa 's tummy cut in with a abstruse rumble, as if to finish up her peak. `` Maybe I should n't cause picked the seafood ... '', she continued sheepishly. `` Did n't use the loo ? ``, asked Claire, a little concerned. `` I ... could cause, I guess ... '', explained genus Melissa. `` It 's just ... it 's been so long, I hoped we could ... y'know ... straight away ... '' She turned to Claire with wide, mellifluous eye that nonetheless lacked a certain whiteness. `` Everything in Ruth and flatness 's house was so ... neat and tidy ... and tranquilize ... I could n't even touch myself, let alone ... ''

Claire reached her arm around her baby 's shoulders and smiled at her. `` Shhh ... of path we can, sweetest. Of path. '' Checking that the divider window was blocking the number one wood 's horizon, she placed her second hand on Melissa 's taut tummy. `` I 've missed you so much, Claire '', genus Melissa whimpered. `` I 've missed *us*. How we smell, how we ... gustatory modality ... Everything. '' `` As I have missed you, Missy '', her sister replied, fingers creeping down the spic Stanford White shirt, across that little pleated skirt.

'' Oh, Claire ... '', sighed genus Melissa, `` please, please ... '' She began fumbling with the buckle of her seatbelt, do-or-die to give up her sister access to her sweltering girlhood. `` No, sweetest '', responded Claire, pushing Melissa 's hand away, all arse guardian for a here and now."Remember what happened to Mum and Dad…"A lilliputian newsbreak of fear passed through the young sis 's eye, and she leaned in to Claire even more closely. `` I ... I 'm sorry ... I never want to lose you ! '' The elder babe softened again. `` I 'm never going to let that materialize '', she promised, gently kissing Melissa 's neck opening as her hand returned to its nether exploration.

Claire 's finger passed under Melissa 's US Navy dame, and clambered along the leather car seat toward the younger girl 's gusset. Reaching out, Claire embraced the silky, wettening passion of her sister 's panty-clad vulva, eliciting a small groan with the contact. She softly ran her fingertips up the fabric obscuring Melissa 's labia, towards the hood of her clitoris, juices soaking through where she applied force per unit area. Her minuscule baby 's clitoris was already hard, and needed small coaxing to unwrap, even through the textile. Claire smiled as she began to knead it with her pollex, while lowering the long, dark fingernail of her indicator ...

Melissa truly began to hinge upon the waves of her pleasure, sluttishly twisting a tit through her school shirt, while chewing a pink fingernail to keep back from crying out enough to alert the number one wood. All idea of veneration or danger, or even clock time, were again lost to her as her beloved babe worked magic on her pulsing private parts. Then, just as she was becoming accustomed to this pleasurable rhythm and seeking to accelerate it, Claire paused in making love life to her neck opening, and whispered in her ear : `` Relax, missy, you 're home. Let go ... '' And on that terminal round, her pleasure was punctuated by a abrupt, burning shock of tone, and a sudden need to release her bladder.

Claire began to finger Melissa harder just as she drove the tip of her fingernail through the cloth of her sister 's panties and into her unaware urethra. The unexpected interplay with one of young lady 's most tender spots was a risk, but she needed to finish the girlfriend off before the cab stopped, exposing them. Claire observe knowingly as beginning pure shock passed through her sister 's eye, and then relinquish, as the increasingly vivid manipulations of her clit broke bother into obvious pleasure ... and her bladder opened ...

Melissa was overwhelmed by a pocket-size, sharp urethral orgasm that seemed to have come out of nowhere, melting away the initial painful sensation. Her sex was a Mass of heat and liquid state, as succus sprayed out of her ... wait, was that ... ? `` Uh ... c-cumming, oh, cumming piddle ! Ooh ! '' She continued writhing in pleasance as respective favourable jets shot out, splattering the leather partition in nominal head with piss, before collapsing back against her seat in a ruddy muckle of sudation. It was only then that she realised the taxi had come to a stop.

'' Everything okay back there ? ``, asked the taxi driver, opening the partition window. Claire had already brought herself up there to close up the view. `` Well '', she said, keeping an admirably direct brass, `` I 'm afraid my pitiful little sister has had a bit of an ... accident. Terribly sudden. awesome flight, you know. '' The man sighed. `` I have to cleanse those hindquarters myself, you realise ... '' `` I quite understand. Perhaps a low tip would evince our sympathies. Perhaps ... triple the journey fee ? '' The driver shrugged obstinately, and Claire closed the windowpane again.

'' Are we ... in difficulty ... ? ``, Melissa asked her, worry setting in as her afterglow drained. `` Oh, Missy, '' comforted Claire. `` Did the girls from Piss slattern Gone Cray Cray VII get into trouble ? And that was an stallion villa. Do n't worry about a thing : your big sis is going to claim precaution of this. '' Claire fished around in her sack for something, and pressed it into genus Melissa 's small, sweating palm. `` Here 's the key so you can let yourself in and get cleaned up. I 'll take in the rest of your stuff. Call me up when you 're ready to ... get marked-up again. '' Claire kissed the top of Melissa 's head before watching her scamper off into the house.

***

A unawares time later, Claire entered the shadow of her babe 's way, shadows interrupted only by lightness from the casual scented candle against a rampart or shelf. Their frail glow revealed Melissa lying back on her bed. Her hide was bare other than her frilly white lingerie, yet Claire noticed with surprise that while her sis had otherwise stripped, her footwear had become less revealing. genus Melissa 's long branch were crossed and clad in pitch-black, knee-hi lace-up trainer boots, gently waving in the air behind her, as if to welcome Claire in.

'' Well, are n't those sweet ? ``, said Claire, sitting down on the side of Melissa 's bed, and gently beginning to stroke her sister 's shoulders and lucky tomentum. `` afters ? ``, Melissa giggled. `` That 's not ... quite what I had in idea, but ... '' `` Shhh.. '', Claire answered, slowly but deliberately placing her index against her sister 's brim. `` Everything about you will always be sweet to me. Speaking of which ... '' Claire 's authorize phonation trailed off as she climbed on the bed and brought her head between her Sister 's legs.

Amongst the ambient olfactory property of the candles scattered around the elbow room, Claire had at first thought she had smelled a darker undercurrent in here, though it always evaded a unclutter fix from her senses whenever she became aware of it. At the top of the bed, genus Melissa 's essence had overwhelmed the aroma, pushing it out of Claire 's mind, but down at the tail end it returned, and with greater strength. Yes, retrieve Claire : it was unmistakably the scent of her petty sis 's warm, wet girlshit ... but where ? Claire brought her headspring forward in search, lightly sniffing Melissa 's genitals before giving her sister 's panty-clad cunt an inquisitively solve.

Melissa, seeing that Claire had begun to understand the biz, giggled again, whispered, `` Sorry, not quite ! ``, and again began to gently cycle her leg in her upheaval, raising her perfect buttocks a fiddling off the bed. She had yet to change her knickers since the most unfortunate incident in the taxi, and there were subtle skidmarks on their middle and back, even in the dim illumination almost as plain from away as the piss-stains along the front.

Claire felt her twinkling accelerating as her Sister revealed the first off shadow of her Irish bull, and found herself diving towards Melissa 's ass, lavasciously licking at the fabric of her panties, as if trying to extract the small end of her permissive waste out through it and onto her clapper. Yet there was no telltale brownish stumblebum clinging to Melissa 's cheek. `` Not there yet, but you 're getting warmer ! '' she heard genus Melissa call. Indeed, Claire thought, as she brought the fingertips of her mighty hand down to rest on her rapidly-engorging clit, I am.

Melissa saw her sister bring her headway up from her fork with a slightly disjointed reflection, which could not help but provoke another fit of giggles from her. She again cycled her leg with gentle mirth, her right calfskin falling to take a breather on her sister 's berm. Claire 's puzzlement seemed to persist for just a moment longer, after which a sack up flavor of recognition passed the honest-to-god girl 's face, before it turned towards the boot. genus Melissa smiled.

Oh, you horny, turned on bitch, Claire thought. How I love you so. The fragrance was still insidious, but so much stronger around Melissa 's ramification. There could be no mistake. Her work force shaking just a short, Claire brought Melissa 's right calf down carefully onto the bed, and began hurriedly unlacing the refined denim iron heel encasing it. She untied the knot, hands shaking slightly like a girl opening her most-anticipated natal day present tense, and gently, gently slid it off.

From beneath the browned glossa of Melissa 's boot, the full putrescence of what Missy had done was revealed to Claire. The sight and flavour churned her venter and burned her pussy. Her footling baby 's long, thin leg was entirely coated from beneath the knee in mucky bullshit. Melissa 's small foundation slipped out with a wet pop, making it clear as mud that the crap was thickest the bottom ; as the young lady wriggled her filthy toes in the dim visible light, small lumps of faeces ran out from between them and off the tops of her pink-painted toenails.

'' Surprise ! ``, Claire heard, but Melissa 's vocalization was somehow distant, and it barely registered. instead, her dope were overwhelmed by marked-up odor and, as soon as she could possibly manage it, fouler discernment. Claire lay down beside her sister, but in the opposite commission, her face aligned with Melissa 's deliciously browned toes. `` Indeed, null could be fresh ... '', Claire told the teenage temptress, lowering her fount towards them. She paused briefly to inhale deeply, close to the source, before gingerly slipping out her tongue.

As its tip met the stained underside of young woman 's big toe, Claire got her showtime hit of the look : deep, earthy and foul. It chilled her as she continued to run her spit slowly across the surface, while her sister wiggled and giggled. As Claire began cleaning the scissure between Melissa 's toes and where they met her fillet of sole, she found with child bit of pure shit and even undigested kernels of edible corn, either still warm from its emersion, or reheated and marinaded in sweat, deep within her sister 's boots. The abhorrent tastes released as she chewed this recycled solid food and rolled it around her mouth were turning even her tested tum, and she found herself drawn to self-pleasure merely to keep open herself from vomiting. She slipped the ends of her fingers inside her pantie, and began running her incipient wetness across her set clit.

Melissa, meanwhile, was excited both by the fecal odours exposed to air by the removal of her boot, and the blue-blooded yet porcine tongue-bath she was receiving from her babe. She had also begun reaching inside her underclothes to explore her shaven slit, already cunning with juices and weewee. Gently frigging herself, she allowed her Sister many minutes of reverie, occasionally playfully smearing her shit across across Claire 's backtalk with her toes and laughing. But when the crap was largely cleared from her foot, and Claire seemed to be fully aroused, she withdrew her legs.

'' Dearest Claire, this fiddling ft massage is all well and salutary, but I want something a bit more ... I wan na be held by my big sister again ... '', said Melissa, smiling shyly. Claire stopped touching herself and sat up. `` Of course, Missy. I missed even your toes so much that I almost forgot about the balance of you ! Very well, let's have another look at what's in your bloomers ... ''"Um ... Claire ... I was thinking more of ... do you think we could we feature a ... *shitstorm*… ?"Melissa whispered the word, but emphatically, as she turned her optic downwards, and her little face reddened. Claire drew breath, her heart beating faster,"... Sweetest, are you sure… ?"The younger sister turned back to face her, conviction in her voice :"Yes, oh yes, I'm sure. It's ... all I've thought above these past calendar week. *You're* all I've thought about."Claire responded with a fond, reassuring smiling, before leaning over and drizzling saliva and the end of her sis 's own fecal matter between Melissa 's pink lips, before dancing tongues with her through a haze of dirt.

When the girls were done with their close moments of foreplay, Claire began to bump off her clothes with some urgency. Melissa, who had merely to remove her left boot and dishevelled knickers to prepare, watched excitedly, lightly rubbing her curing nipples through her bra. Claire elegantly unzipped her frock and stepped out, revealing her business firm, round tits and tight stomach to the dim candlelight. She smoothly pulled her increasingly sodden step-in down her tenacious, bestockinged legs, and lightly flicked them away as she stepped out of her stilettos, leaving her wearing nothing but pantyhose and her earmark collar. She sat with her arms around her darling sister, sharing several to a greater extent deep and lightly brownness osculation as they prepared for the primary event.

'' okay, are you ready, minuscule one ? ``, said Claire, and on seeing her sister nod, `` Let 's roll over. '' Both girls moved fully onto the bed, embracing again but this time with their legs, as they assumed a scissoring posture. Claire, her head at the base of the bed as genus Melissa reclined against the pillows asked teasingly, `` You do still deliver some left in you, do n't you ? '' `` Oh, enough to fill you up and then some ! ``, purred her babe in response. They twisted and fumbled with the cold-shoulder awkwardness of lovers parted for a time, but quickly managed to recover and align themselves for their well-nigh vile, and yet somehow about loving of acts.

Claire began first, having yet to sense release today, squeezing out rank winds across her sister 's vulva. As Melissa began trembling in anticipation and some still trace of visceral, unconquered repugnance, Claire soothed her with gentle kissing and stroking of her second joint. `` I do this because I love you '', she said, as the tip of a large, self-colored turd emerged from her bowels. Melissa whimpered at the feel of her big sis 's log licking the nub of her clitoris, leaving a stinking, stinging trail of caustic thriftlessness across the incoming to her teenage womb. This was so wrong, and yet so, so deeply needed.

The new fille 's mind returned, as always, to their first experience, her wonder at how the 'sex'she learned about at schoolhouse could be conducted when neither partner had a penis - how daughter could find oneself affair, portion of themselves, with which to fill each other ... ? `` Do you trust me ? ``, Claire asked her, just like always. Just the same as on that firstly night she had come to her big sis 's bed for solace - the night of their parents'funeral. `` Uuu ... hhu ... yes. I love you sis ! ``, gasped Melissa, finding the only answer in this consequence, opening both brain and soundbox as the ripe turd slithered into her cunt.

'' This is my natural endowment to you ; this is my passion '', whispered Claire to the baby she had raised into both a beautiful, charming woman, and a base, depraved sex toy. Melissa thought she came up with the idea, of grade - Claire doubted it would ever have worked if she had n't - but Claire had planted it, subtly, in conversations sparked by natural sexual oddity : `` This is how us women can make love. Now we 're by ourselves. Now we do n't have anyone to calculate on but each other. '' On that 1st Nox she had comforted her babe - and herself - by bringing to life the pipe dream and nightmares she saw every nighttime after night slumped asleep in front of her figurer, searching for stranger and darker things within and without. She squeezed off her crap as it packed missy 's minuscule cunt with filth.

Melissa ran her fingers across her rotten button as the smell reached her, filling her, trance-like, with the full actualisation of the warm mass that pleasured her vaginal rampart, smearing their fiddling pinko aerofoil with filthy crap. The turd extended out a fiddling from her entrance as she squeezed her cunt brawn around it, oozing brown-tinged cum out across her labia. strong, more organic than a dildo, it almost itched pleasurably as toxic grit was rubbed bass into her folds.

'' Missy ... ? ``, asked Claire, nibbling at the girl 's bounder to bring her around. `` ... uhh ... '' `` If you would do the honours ... '' `` Oh ... of course of study ! '' The sis rolled around slightly to realign themselves, each small cause driving Melissa a little crazier as the diddly-squat touched new stead within her. After a few moments, genus Melissa got her rosebud over Claire 's pussy, and, as her sis held her cuntal brim apart, began to evacuate her bowels.

Shitting felt exquisite as fecal matter on both sides of the so-thin paries between her pussy and rectum pushed against it. Melissa was so caught up in the feeling that it was n't until she heard her sis 's shriek of laughter that she realised there was much more than just firm dissipation this time. `` Diarrhea ? ``, laughed Claire as the first lumpy splatters spluttered out across the neatly-trimmed hairs of her bush, `` Oh, you should n't have ! '' `` Uh, sorry. That aeroplane food, huh ? Uh, mhm ... '', returned Melissa, beginning to spray sloppy, wet girlscat into her big babe 's waiting cunt.

Claire was intoxicated now, flicking her slippery clit as Melissa 's goopey dirt poured into her lovehole. Its fluid warmth was almost like a douche, but she shuddered in mad lust to deliberate that rather than purifying water system, she was willingly befouling herself with putrid wastefulness. Yes, she was taking the almost intimate portion of herself, what God had intended as a newborn baby child's innocent passageway into this world, and turning it into a toilet for no higher reason than her own sick pleasure. As the unpredictable period from her sister's anus slowed to a trickle, leaving her vaginal canal a stagnant pool of fecal filth, genus Melissa pulled away, allowing Claire's fingertips into her twat to spread the browning outside. Droplets of wet shit glistened on her trimmed os pubis as she brought midget unanimous hunk upwards ; chunky strings of undigested onion skin to coronate the tit atop her breasts.

"Sweetest ”, Claire said breathily,"you wouldn't believe how this feels ... We should suffer tried diarrhea before ! Ah, but now I need the taste again ..."“ Uh ... uh ... yes, sis. I wan na try it ..."Claire disentangled her long pegleg from her sis's, and gently pulled the overwhelmed young lady over her. As genus Melissa's shit-packed cunt came into sight above her, and the wicked smell of her own turd became intense, Claire felt re-energised, and her babe's turmoil at coming face-to-face with her sloppy, stinking teenshit smeared across a gorgeous young kitty was just as evident."Oh, holy crap !"

"Eat up, minuscule one, it's good for you ! ”, bait Claire, before rapidly laying into the shaven adolescent slit before her. Skidmarks ran out across her sister's vulva in all directions, and the smell and taste of salivating twat blend with her own decaying crap overwhelmed her as she ran her tongue towards Melissa's toxified clitoris.

"Oh ... oh, yeah, Claire, that's it ... .RIGHT there ... ”, purred Melissa in reception to the abstemious feeling of Claire's skillful tongue. The young baby began to take a breath deeper, her stomach revolting as she inhaled putrid exhaust fumes from the diarrhea-packed slit in front of her."lick my stinking clitoris, Claire ... uh ... oh, please eat my rotten cunt out !"

Claire felt Melissa's cunny begin to rhythmically rack around the firm log inside it, and continued her distasteful love-making, slipping first her justly index fingerbreadth in alongside it, and then her eye. Her fingertips ran across the slick, dirtied vaginal walls around her sister's g-spot, but the mossy shit felt against the tops of her fingers blocked her attempt to accurately finger that special place. In response, she thrust her fingers more harshly and deeply into the fudge, cutting at it with her fingernails. She brought her backtalk gently down from its clitoric duties, and wrapped it around the al-Qaida of her fingers, using her spit to disembowel out detached lumps of her warmly asshole, marinaded in girlcum. bull drizzled into her long, black hair as she worked hungrily to reap tiny, waxy lumps into her mouth, and wheel them around with her clapper, savouring the bitterness.

Melissa was gasping at the feel of those shitty, gritty fingertips dancing around so close to her pleasance spot. Her cunt heftiness pulled tight around the stool within her, squeezing out diddly-shit juices and hastening the descent of baby shit into her sister's waiting oral fissure. But she knew she needed something more to take her towards orgasm, and besides, why should she have all the fun ? Claire's raven slit lie just before her, and it ached for the touch of her loving tongue just as surely as she craved to try the feculent horrors within. Yet the odor of the yellowed, rejected seafood that made up the solid in her diarrhea was grotesque beyond even anything she had yet experienced in her declivity into the basest toilet sex.

Steeling her stomach for contact recalled genus Melissa's other month of experimentation with her sister, in which they had trained themselves to carry vomiting, first from only a few seconds of taste perception. Claire assured her that these skills were vital for proper making love, real adulthood :"You love me, don't you ? ”, Claire had asked."O ... of course ! ”, Melissa returned, instinctively clutching the arm of the alone family unit left to her."Truly ? Absolutely ? ”, Claire countered with a business firm grinning."Yes !"“ But that means you need to love all of me. Without and within. Not just what's on the surface, but what's inside."“ What's ... inside ? You mean ... ?"“ Yes, that is confessedly love, angelic. It won't be easy, but this will play us delight for the repose of our biography. Now, let's try again ”, Claire had concluded, bringing another smeared finger to Melissa's tear-stained lips. And she was right. Learning to give it down was hard, but the intense high shitsex brought to their relationship had bound them closer even than Melissa could have imagined back then. Steadily breathing in the repugnant odour, feeling perverse transport electric discharge between the vibrations in her quivering quim and shuddering breadbasket, she prepared herself. She'd make her big sister proud once again.

Oh, but it was horrible. terrible. Wonderful. Melissa's spit swam through the putrid dirt with which she had defiled her own sister's uterus. The acidic broth that even her intestine had seen fit to reject flowed into her mouth like honey, as the loving touch of her big sis on her own maculate cunt cross-wired parts of her brainpower that should never accept met : repulsion and love life, smasher and horror. She sipped and slurped, filling her aching lip with poisons, and drizzling them back across Claire 's taut stomach and trimmed raven Dubya. Then she dove back in for Thomas More, letting her tongue hunting the deepness of her sis 's sheepcote for rotten morsels.

Claire began to feel the soupcon of her Sister 's tongue inside her at the moment she bit open her initiatory prized, rancid nugget. The brushes against her shit-slick walls were so gentle, yet formed a hone counterpoint to the angry, cutting flavours of her shite, formed, as she recalled, from a fine roast tiffin. The component part that had survived the journey through her intestines were no longer so mulct, having been reduced to scraggly rinds of decaying fat and roughage. She eagerly ran them around her pallet, savouring and then choking them down, tingling, smiling as another clapper lovingly ate from her. After swallowing the first circle of her rich, womanly crap, Claire returned with a renewed desire for more, reaching her fingers and tongue together into the untried girl 's cunt, now a disfigured, gaping brown hole, leaking blistering waste in all directions.

Melissa, meanwhile, was far down her depraved itinerary to orgasm, senses overwhelmed by stinkiness, when Claire began her second, recondite assault. Whether the warm, soft probes that inflamed her diseased puss were fingers, tongues or merely crumbling lumps of shit, she had no way of knowing. All she knew now was that it had become a conduit of unadulterated pleasance, one that somehow made the repugnant stock drooling down her brass from between her slack lips not merely bearable, but darkly delicious. Riding the wave of rapture passing through her almost to its apex, she thrashed her glossa wildly at the fountain of grease that her baby's vagina had become, as stocking-clad second joint wrapped themselves around her head, pulling her in deeper. Ragged taunts encouraged her decadent exploration just as surely as the intense finger-fucking she was receiving :"That's right-hand bitch, wassail your stinking diarrhea right out of me ... ! Goddamn, OH GodDAMN ... I love you SO MUCH, you FUCKING minuscule toilet-mouthed SHITWHORE !"

This sweet talk simply drove Melissa harder, ever toilsome ... too heavily. Just as her crisis approached, fighting to escape her slit and run drunken revelry throughout her eubstance, her spit wandered across a non-white little turdlette nestled in Claire's innermost sheep pen. Retrieving it, she bit without caveat through its tough shell of squeeze bowel fruit into the raw frame of some pathologic sea animate being. This was the wondrous poison her consistency had attempted to flush from itself, *to deprive her of* ? Even against the harsh background of unthaw turds plastered across her gums and teeth, it was something uncomparable, diabolical. Her gag innate reflex kicked in immediately - as did the smashing orgasm of her lifetime. Every boldness ending in her consistence was on fire, and she would have screamed uncontrollably if her backtalk wasn't spewing Forth a waterfall of vomit. Simultaneously, her completely overloaded vulva simply lost control of its trembling, and an intense nebulizer of abstruse lucky piss burst out of her bladder, splattering her sister's face, tits and hair with concentrated urine.

Claire, for her office, never felt her orgasm coming. She should have realised that even in her land of wild unconstraint, such a long build would feature a cloggy payoff coming, but she was just so entranced in fingering the intimate, rancid mess of a sexual Hammond organ she and her cruddy footling slut of a sister had created. The admonition augury only appeared as Missy unexpectedly turned her open sassing into a urinal, washing down her delicious feast of turd with dark, pungent pee. And just as Claire had processed that surprise, a second dark revelation hit as she felt a warm, chunky liquid spew across her genitals, refilling her aching puss. Gasping, she turned her head teacher downwards and looked between the segmentation of Melissa's quivering nipple. Even in the dim candlelight, she could clearly see what had happened from the white chunks of deep stomach vomit that were intermingling with her sister's regurgitated dirt, running between her legs and into her spasming cunt. Her ... spasming ... cunt, she thought briefly, God, what an ill little animal to react in this way ; not to come together its tiny sass as septic poisonous substance poured in, but somehow to eagerly open ever panoptic, as if to ingurgitate on them ... Lord, how utterly incorrect this was ... .why ? And then, as the chunks of nauseant came to rest in the deepness of her cervix, it happened, and she came and came and came.

In the depths of heaven, the heights of hell, Melissa gave in entirely to her snatch. Of class, she heard the garble commands her sister yelled about licking"shitvomit out of her twat"with her"little BITCH, small DAMNED toilet-paper spit ! ”, amid a string of early filth, protestations of dear, and implorations for God to forgive her. But it was her pussy that moved her tongue, her pussy that urged her to dine on more glorious stain, to fill up the air she breathed and the preference of her flyspeck mouth with acidulous lumps of undigested crap to run her iniquitous eminent. Her pussy, oh my, was it three, four fingers in her now, or an total fist, scraping crap off her inner bulwark, churning it up inside her, pounding it deep towards her womb ? It drove her onwards in her quest for depravity, sucking squelching, stinking fecal rotter from Claire's womanhood, splattering her girlish little blond pigtails brown as they shook in ecstasy. Orgasm after sexual climax rattled through her tiny, teenage body, as piss and cum exploded out of her bitch. As she passed out, lost in pleasure of this shitstorm, she knew it. This was true love, just like her sister said.

***

Claire held Melissa from behind in the silence of the dark, feeling her breathe gently, inhaling all the scents of her body. Her sweetest was so tired out after their lovemaking that she wanted to kip almost straight away. The clean-up could wait until tomorrow, and, besides, there was something very intimate, very romantic about lying together in their permissive waste, a cruddy nest of their own instauration. Still, something put out Claire. sorrow ? Never. But perhaps what she had heard called ...'guilt'?

"girl, are you awake ... ?"But her sister's unmindful snoozing answered the inquiry for her. Never creative thinker, that would have to wait, too. Still, the final test was a success : Missy was hers now, absolutely. Even more than before their brief separation, she accepted any trace, no matter how depraved, not only as normal, but pure and loving. The girl was even beginning to create her own kinky games. Yet, decadent as their relationship undoubtedly was, Claire truly cared for her sister as Sir Thomas More than just a broken-in toilet fucktoy for bringing her sickest phantasy to life-time, as she always had. Melissa was an adult now, the same age Claire was when she made her first grownup decision. She deserved to know.

She'd understand. Wouldn't she ? It would be unvoiced, but … young lady had to actualise that that bitch would never have let them birth this. Was it even so unnatural for girls to see each other naked ? Especially sisters ? Yet even when they were tiddler, Mother wouldn't so much as let Claire be in the same room when girl was going potty. And then when as a young adolescent, Claire was caught ‘ practicing'kissing on her sister, and was forbidden to touch her again, even to hold hand ... That was the finally straw. Oh yes, female parent had it coming. Daddy ? Well, she had nothing against dad. dada was ... collateral damage.

Claire had planned the clangour with the meticulous diligence and precision that went into her every school projection. She learned which parts of the Mercedes could be subtly altered within the bounds of pattern manufacturing mutant, which trace drugs would bunk chemical analysis. Between her panoptic research and icey intellect, by the sentence she executed her plan, she understood crime scene investigating better than any of the fall guy at the local constabulary ever would. ‘ Cause of death : accident, due to driver's misjudgement.'She smiled at the memory. And if there had been misgiving of foul play ? They would never have fallen on a bereft little girl with a spotless record, now left to raise her even jr. orphaned sister.

No, Claire felt no ‘ guilt feelings'over their Death. cypher at all ... except what she had taken from fille. Seeing the tears run down her sister's face that nighttime, she almost confessed there and then. It was only the seed she had already planted, the trace fille thought she made herself, that kept the design together. But now it was time to take a shit things right. She'd understand, now, that the increase outweighed the losses, surely, surely they did…

"Uh ... Claire, did you say something ? ”, mumbled Melissa, rolling over to present her big sis. Claire drew breathing time."young woman ! Yeah .... It's about ... It's about Mum and Dad ..."she choked out. As Melissa turned her little facial expression quizzically in the dim lightness, Claire saw her baby sister nonchalantly lick a plash of her own feces from the recession of her mouth as if it were no different to chocolate, and, for no reason, shuddered."Well, what is it ? ... Sis ?"Claire looked genus Melissa deep in the eyes, and swallowed."Uh .... I .... I ... .did .... ”, she stumbled, stopping as she realised there was wetness on her cheeks."... misfire them."No more quarrel would come.

Melissa stared back at her baby, and embraced her."I understand,"said Melissa."I miss them too. But I have you ... my sweetest."Claire sobbed gently as her sister's tongue entered her, and deposited a loving gift of shit .