Disclaimer - This story is complete fiction! None of the events that take place, and that will take place are real, they are entirely made, and all characters a just figments of my somewhat twisted imagination.
A Means of Reproduction - Part Five by danwoodsversion1@aol.com revision by miss_obedient_slut@yahoo.com The girl was perhaps fourteen, wearing a bright white two-piece bikini. The waistband of the bottoms poking out of the top of her jungle camouflage combat shorts. Her right, sneaker clad foot tapped impatiently on the ceramic floor. "Hi." said Kim, unable to hide the nervousness in her voice. "Hello." "I-I'll be done in a minute." "No you won't," said the redhead, in a husky, forceful tone. "W-what... what do you want?" The girl was silent as she eyed Kim up and down, licking her rosy lips as she settled upon the frumpy, navy-blue shorts. The intensity of her gaze made Kim shiver despite herself, and the young girl took a step back, nudging against one the bathroom sinks, when the redhead moved closer. She seemed to have the patience of a tiger on the hunt, grinning more and more with each step. Kim remained frozen in place, too intimidated to make a move. In desperation, she slipped to the right, and found herself backing up against a tile-covered wall. Soon, the redhead girl's advance had maneuvered her into a corner. Kim felt her heart thumping in her chest, but no scream for help waited to escape her lips. If anything, she had lost her voice. The only other thing she was aware of -- aside from her knees suddenly going weak -- was how hot the air in the room was getting. God... her nipples were showing through the T-shirt... the redhead would see... Yes. The redhead girl did see. And she smiled even more as she took one final step, slowly, deliberately pressing her chest against Kim's swelling bosom. Kim gasped. Her nipples throbbed, as if she'd rubbed them with her fingers. "What do you want?" The girl reached behind her back, and then her neck. With ease, she untied the straps that held her bikini top up. The flimsy fabric feathered down to the floor, exposing her small, pert, breasts. "I want you," the redhead whispered. Before Kim could babble a reply, the girl lowered her head and claimed Kim's lips with her own. The open-mouthed kiss stole Kim's breath away, stole her shock and surprise, stole any desire she might have to escape. There was only bliss as she yielded to the soft mouth, bewitched by the languorous dance of youthful tongues intertwined in ardent passion. The girl was taller, stronger than she was. Slowly, she raised Kim's arms, pinned them against the tiled wall... but Kim wasn't fighting back at all, too busy moaning into the kiss as it grew more and more passionate. At last they broke it off. Kim was flushed, breathless, and too stunned to resist as the girl took her by the hand and led her into one of the empty stalls, taking care to close and lock the door behind them. "Ever since I saw you at the store, I haven't been able to think of anything else," the girl said, unbuttoning her camouflage shorts. "I... went to the freezer after you left." "Really?" asked Kim, starting to feel her own arousal grow. "Yeah," said the girl, pushing her shorts down, kicking them off. "I couldn't stop myself... I..." Strangely enough, it was her turn to blush. "I even tasted it." Kim's mind reeled. The imagined sight of this pretty girl, on her knees in the supermarket, her tongue running up and down as she licked Kim's juices off the cold glass, was almost too beautiful to bear. In her daze, Kim could hear herself say, "Do... do you want to...?" The redhead nodded. "Yes. I want to taste more of you." She untied the straps on her white bikini bottoms; they fell along with the camouflage shorts on the floor. Kim gasped when she laid eyes on the small red bush crowning the girl's youthful slit. Scooting back to give Kim some room, the redhead sat on the toilet. "Your turn," she said. Kim still found it in herself to blush a little. Shyly, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, pulled it up, her hips swaying a little as she did so. The redhead girl's lusty smile faded into awe when she saw Kim's bare chest. The T-shirt hadn't lied. She bit down on her soft lip -- Kim's breasts were so beautiful... so full and firm... much bigger than her own. She watched as Kim continued to strip, unsnapping her shorts, pushing them down to her ankles along with her panties. She stepped out of the garments, kicked off her sandals on impulse, and stood in silence, hugging herself, unsure what to do next. "Good girl," said the redhead, kneeling on the bathroom floor. "Now come here." Kim, too aroused to think, allowed herself to be guided in place. Obediently, she swung a leg over the girl's shoulder, planting her foot on the toilet's rim, and steadied herself by pressing her hands against the sides of the stall. The redhead girl, still kneeling, now stared directly at her open, puffy, red pussy. Kim felt totally exposed, and more than a little embarrassed, but it was nothing compared to the passionate desire building up inside her. She was sooo wet and horny, and couldn't help moaning as the redhead brought her mouth closer and closer... The feel of a tongue was heaven on her pussy. Kim's moans of pleasure quickly intensified, and she forgot she was in a public place she quivered while the redhead continued her licking, making light work of her pussy. The bathroom walls echoed her pants and moans as she slowly humped at the strangers face, and soon she was reaching down with a hand, running her fingers through the girl's red hair. The girl responded by reaching up and kneading Kim's supple breasts, never letting up on her tongue's work. Kim's juices were seeping from her slit now, trickles of ambrosia running down her thighs. Kim could scarcely believe how wet she'd become, and how freely her juices flowed. The redhead, totally consumed by the act of sucking her pussy, could only squirm on her knees; she was possessed by the mad urge to lick Kim's pussy dry, and every drop of sweet cum intensified this urge. Droplets of Kim's juices dribbled down her chin, and ran like tears down her small chest. She hardly noticed. Kim could feel the orgasm building up inside her. The pleasure was as intense, as profound as in her dreams of alien females... Then, for a split second, Kim wished it was Jessica who was down on her knees in front of her, licking her pussy. That thought was enough to quickly push her off the edge. Kim let out a sweet scream as she jerked her hips back and forth, but a sweeter flow of cum gushed from her slit, into the redhead's waiting mouth. It was so wicked to cum like this, all over stranger's face, but every spasm only intensified her pleasure. The redhead gulped loudly as she swallowed, not wanting to waste even a drop of Kim's delicious cream, but the wellspring soon overwhelmed her; rivulets cascaded down her chest, her belly and thighs. The girl rubbed it absentmindedly into her skin as the trickle subsided. She was covered in Kim's honey juices. Weak and ready to collapse, Kim slid down on her knees, pressing her naked body against the redhead. The both of them leaned against the toilet rim, a bit chilled by the cold of the tile floor, and exchanged shy smiles that were funny, in light of the hot encounter they had just shared. The girl's eyes looked dreamy as she ran her tongue over her lips, savouring as much of Kim's nectar as she could. "Oh god," she said, "That tasted sooo good." Kim let her eyes wander down the girl's body. She licked her lips as she watched the redhead's smaller chest rise and fall, her nipples swelling with each breath. Tentatively, as if unsure if she ought to, Kim reached up and cupped them. She felt a sweet relief when the girl moaned her approval. "I've... never done anything like that before. Have you?" Kim didn't know what to answer. Did dreams of alien females count? Dreams of her sister? "No," she said at last. "Never." She loved the way their warm bodies rested against each other, and enjoyed the way her hands rose and fell against the older girl's chest even more. Suddenly, without really knowing why, Kim realized it wouldn't be the last time, either. She knew a lot of grown-ups would be very upset and angry by what she'd done (though she didn't really understand why) but she didn't care. "My name is Kim. What's yours?" The girl was still in a dream-like state. "I'm... Tamara. Well, that's my real name. Everyone just calls me Tammy." Kim watched her closely, rather curious. Obeying another impulse, she leaned towards Sandy, and kissed her lightly on the lips. It wasn't long before their tongues danced together as one. She could taste her own juices when she pulled away; it was like a kind of spiced honey, sweet, but strong. Was she normal? She didn't know for sure, but was almost certain that girls weren't supposed to 'gush' like that. She'd seen as much in the eyes of her mother. In spite of that, it felt good, and very, very natural. She was happy to cum all over Tammy's face. It made her feel sexy and hot just thinking about it. She wondered if Jessie wanted... if she'd let her... A knot tightened in Kim's stomach. The rush of thoughts and feelings for her sweet sister came back in an instant, and she felt guilty for what she'd done. Not the act itself (that felt good) but the fact that she had done it with another girl. Kim tried not to let tears well up in her eyes again. If Jessica saw her like this... maybe she wouldn't understand, and wouldn't love her anymore. "What's wrong?" said Tammy. "Are you OK?" Kim forced a smile and nodded. She kissed the older girl again, a long kiss to show her she was fine. Both girls nearly jumped out of the stall as the door to the bathroom opened with a bang. "Kim?" came Jessica's voice, "Are you in here?" Kim leapt off the redhead, throwing her a look of apology before quickly picking up her clothes from the floor. "Who is she?" Tammy whispered. "It's my sister," replied a mortified Kim, hopping on one foot as she tried to get her shorts back on. Jessica looked around the tiled room, noting that only one of the stalls was locked. She went up to it and knocked on the door, "Kim? You in there?" "Yeah." came Kim's shaky reply. "Hurry it up will you." "Uh. Sure. I'll be out in a sec." Jessica sighed and wandered back to the sinks, glancing at herself in the mirror. It had been fifteen minutes - time enough for her to go into one of the stores to look at some of the jeans on sale. They weren't in any special hurry, but she knew mom would be annoyed if they dallied too much. As she brushed her hair, Jessica spotted something on the floor out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked down. Bending down, she seized a skimpy, white bikini top, and held it up with a puzzled expression, just as her sister exited the stall. Kim sister had a funny expression of her own. "Ready," she muttered, going up to one of the mirrors and trying to sort out her messy hair. Jessica had the distinct impression her sister was avoiding eye contact. "Kim? Was someone else in here?" "No," Kim said quickly, though her eyes told a different story. "Uh, why do you ask?" "I just found this on the floor," replied Jessica, still holding the bikini top in her hands. "Someone must be missing this." Kim shrugged and said nothing. "I'll just take it to the lost and found," said Jessica. Kim swung her head around, eyes wide. "NO!" "Why not?" asked Jessica, a little shocked by her sister's outburst. "I... I just think you should leave it here. Whoever is looking for it might come back here." Jessica made a face. "Come on. Anyone can grab it if its left here. They'd be more likely to get it back from the lost and found." She held up her hand for Kim. "Now come on, we don't have all day." Jessica exited the room, a white bikini top in one hand, and her sister in the other. Neither heard Tammy's voice coming in the stall, a few moments later. "Great." *** "Why do I need underpants?" asked Kim, as she stood in the store, her sister looking through the racks of clothing. "Duh," came Jessica's blunt reply. "No. Seriously. Why do I have to?" Jessica was getting annoyed. "Mom said, you have to wear underwear for when you go to school. So there." "But I don't like wearing them. I feel more... comfortable without." She blushed a little and fell silent, not wanting to get into details. She didn't know what her mom had told Jessie about her sensitivity problem, but she had a feeling Jessica understood what she meant. Sure enough, Jessica nodded. "I know, but the thing is, you don't want everyone at school to see you... down there." Kim grinned at the thought, then wiped it off her face when her sister glared at her. "You're turning into mom, you know that?" Jessica shrugged. "Just looking out for my little sister, is all." She pulled a pair of panties off the rack and handed them to Kim. "Here try these," she said, then turned to the stalls and made a face. "Damn, you'll have to wait until one of the stalls are free." "No I won't." said Kim, sliding her arms inside her T-shirt. Jessica cringed as her sister wriggled around, sliding her shorts and panties down her legs. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "Relax, Jess, no one can see." Kim stepped out of her clothes and quickly grabbed the offered underwear. In a heartbeat she was sliding them up her legs, her hips still wiggling as she went, Jessica, relieved that no one had seen them, did her best not to become beet red. She couldn't tell if her embarrassment came from Kim's not-so-innocent exhibitionist streak, or the fact that there was a dark patch in the panties Kim had left on the floor. "Well? How's the fit?" asked Jessica "They're kinda tight," said Kim, "What do you think?" She ran a hand between her legs, caressing the smooth fabric that clearly outlined her sex. "I, uh... yeah... they're, they're definitely too... tight." Jessica mumbled, her breath steadily deepening. "Is there anything bigger?" With a shaky hand, Jessica reached for another pair with an elastic band, watching out of the corner of her eye as Kim undressed. "T-these should fit," she said, handing her sister another pair. "Yeah," said Kim, a moment later. "These are much better. But, I still feel all sensitive." "We can't help it. Anything bigger won't hold up. I'll just grab a few more pairs of these." Jessica did so, as Kim slid the last item off. With four pairs in hand, the older sibling headed to the till, leaving Kim to finish getting dressed. Once the underwear had been paid for, the sisters left the store together, though Jessica didn't notice the smile on Kim's face, or the slightly glazed look in her eyes. As they were exiting the store, one of the clerks with a name tag that read 'Susan' happened to walk past where the girls had been. Noticing a pair of panties on the floor, she bent down and picked them up. "Hey, Denise?" she called to another, "We don't sell these, do we?" Denise, busy helping a group of ladies over in bras, looked over and shook her head. Susan looked at the underwear in her hand. A strange scent gave her pause. Without really thinking, she brought the panties closer and closer, until they pressed against her nostrils. She breathed deep. The smell was sweet. Intoxicating. It made her head spin, and she couldn't get enough of it. A few moments later, she was darting into the back store, her thoughts in a jumble. It didn't occur to her to question the impulse to stuff the panties she'd found in her purse, so she could bring them back home tonight. She sighed as she headed back to work. Was it her or was Denise looking rather pretty today? *** "How does this one fit?" asked Jessica, waiting outside a stall. "It's smaller than the one you gave me before," Kim replied. "Come in and have a look." Jessica pulled the curtain back, and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The white shirt Kim wore was waaay too small. Her round breasts (God, she thought, Kim's chest is bigger than mine!) strained against the shirt, the buttons about ready to pop off.. "Quick. You'd better take that off." Kim smiled and blushed a little, eyes darting down to the floor. Jessica realized how that sounded, and felt her cheeks grow warm. This whole shopping expedition was turning into a blushing contest between her and her sister. How had things become so tense and complicated between them? "What I meant was... uh..." She sighed, at a loss for words. "Just get it off already." Kim nodded and ducked behind the curtain again. She was careful as she removed the shirt, and passed it out to her sister who went to find a bigger one. "Don't take long," called out Kim, "I'm getting cold in here." Jessica went back to the shirts section, leaving Kim alone to admire her topless self. Again, the shock of her firm-breasted reflection gave Kim pause. It really hadn't worn off, and she'd noticed other people in the mall were staring, too. Despite the fact that she enjoyed the attention, she was also afraid that others might think of her as a freak. She wondered what Jessica really thought of all this. Jessica. Dearest, lovely Jessica. Kim glanced at the full-length mirror, and let out a small gasp as she idly began playing with her nipples. They always seemed to remain stiff, but just thinking of Jess made them rock-hard. She smiled at herself, feeling the jolts of pleasure run through them. Her imagination ran wild. She envisioned Jessica, entering the stall with a shirt in hand, only to drop it in shock as she caught her little sister in the act. Jessica would stand there, stunned by the sight of her sister, caressing her breasts. She could watch for a while, saying nothing, while Kim continued to stroke her body, until she could resist no longer. Kim hushed a moan as the fantasy of her sister sucking gently on her nipples became more vivid. Then yelped and quickly pressed her arms over her breasts when a hand emerged from the curtain. "Here you go," said Jessica, holding another shirt through the curtain. "Thank you." "You OK in there? I thought I heard something." "I'm fine. Give me a sec." Kim quickly slipped the shirt on. It didn't have any buttons, and Kim was surprised to discover the neckline was rather low. Actually, it was almost indecent. Thin and stretchy pink -- probably something a full-bodied woman would wear for shock value. Kim checked herself in the mirror, stunned to see that her larger breasts filled up the shirt rather nicely. Why this shirt? Had Jessica made a mistake in handing it to her? Cupping her breasts, Kim watched her reflection in the mirror. Maybe Jessica wanted to see her in a sexy shirt like this. "All clear," she called, her voice trembling a little. "You can come in." Jessica strolled in and beamed at her little sister. The shirt was a decent fit; a bit too loose around the shoulders, but it hugged every curve of Kim's breasts. And the outline of her hard nipples couldn't be more obvious. "Well?" Jessica gave her sister a thoughtful once over. Kim clasped behind her back in a pretense of innocence. Deep inside, she was eager and excited by Jessica's glances. "You look... wow." Kim's heart leaped in her throat. She wanted to hug Jess so much right now. "Thanks. Did you pick it out just for me?" Jessica's averted her eyes. "I was... just curious. Wondering if you could... you know... pull it off. There's no way I could." Kim wanted to say 'why don't you take your shirt off and we can find out,' but thought better of it. She could see Jessica was a tad jealous, and it came as a bit of a shock. She'd always looked up to her older sister, admiring how pretty she was, but never seeing herself that way. Now the two of them had switched places. Kim reached out, and touched Jessica lightly on the shoulder. "The only reason it looks good on me is 'cause I've turned a... a freak." Jessica turned to her sister, eyes shining with tears. "Don't say that!" Kim looked down, the knot tightening again in her stomach. "It's true. You and mom both know it." "Kimmie... that's a lie and you know it. You're..." She stopped, like something had caught in her throat. "You're beautiful," she whispered. Kim brushed away tears and feel into Jessie's arms, hugging her close. The knot dissolved into a swarm of heavenly butterflies, and she wished she could stay pressed against her older sister forever. "I love you." "Me too." They came apart slowly, reluctantly, and looked at each other. "You know, mom would flip if she saw you wearing this," Jessica finally said with a smile. Kim nodded. "Yeah, but let's buy it anyway. She doesn't have to know. It'll be a our little secret." "Okay." *** It wasn't long before the shirt was paid for. The two girls walked back through the shopping mall, stopped for a cola, then headed for a large fashion store three floors up. "Let's take the elevator," Jessica suggested. "I don't want to carry all this stuff up three flights of stairs." The sisters came to the elevator hall, hit the button, and waited for one of the lights to go on above the long row of heavy doors. One of the lifts finally pinged, and doors opened to the far right. The girls hastily shuffled into the empty cart, dragging the dozen or so bags of clothes with them, and the doors closed silently behind them. They stood in a closed cart, which hummed as it carried them up. The lift was halfway past the second floor when the lights flicked off. The floor shook and they came to an abrupt stop. Then, the lights above flickered and went out. Both girls yelped. Kim immediately reached out in the dark, blindly grasping for Jessica's hand. "Ohmygod!!! We're trapped!" Jessica squeezed back reassuringly, doing her best to sound confident for the sake of her sister. "Don't worry, Kim. We'll be okay. Someone's going to come for us real soon."Well, that's part cinco. I'm sure you know the usual routine, e-mail me any comments, thoughts, suggestion and ideas you might have. Any constructive criticism will also be appreciated. Until next time...