Chapter 4, The Birthday Party
Mrs. Wilkinson looked on proudly as her pretty daughter Louise blew out the
candles on her birthday cake. "Make a wish, Louise" her friends cried. Louise
grinned self consciously, she'd already made her wish, and she was pretty sure
it would come true soon enough. Provided her brother, Symon came home some time
soon. It seemed ages ago since he'd last let her please him, and she was sure
she would burst if he didn't let her again soon. She looked around, at her
friends and family gathered in the Wilkinson's house, all there to help her
celebrate this very important birthday. She was a teenager at last! She felt
very grown up, especially as she felt the straps of her brand new first bra
digging into her shoulders, how long she had begged her mother to buy her one.
She felt sure Symon would approve, she recalled Symons last girlfriend, Julie,
and how mature she had seemed, and how besotted her brother had been with the
shapely blond girl at first. Strange, how he seemed to lose interest, Louise
mused, but the thought was quickly forgotten as a shriek of laughter brought her
sharply back to the present.
The shriek had come from Gina, Louise's best friend. The laughing was caused by
something she and the gaggle of girls she stood with, could see from the window.
Louise peered over to see what was causing their gaiety, and a giggle escaped
her when she saw that the family pet, a Doberman by the name of Spike, was
putting on his own floor show in the back garden, finding great fascination in
the lawn sprinkler system and hopping madly from side to side in a vain attempt
to either avoid, or catch, the water droplets as they showered around him. Mr.
Wilkinson came over, not wanting to miss out on any source of amusement, and
very relieved to find that Spike was indulging in a relatively innocent pleasure
for a change, and not trying to savage one of the neighbours elderly cats, or,
worse still, mount one of the poor creatures.
Everybody's attention was on the view outside when a car pulled into the
driveway, it was Symon getting dropped off by his friend, Chris, who drove a
rusty old convertible that was deemed "most cool" by the Wilkinson children, and
"a death trap" by their parents. Symon hopped out, conscious of his audience,
and swaggered up to the front door in a way he hoped was bother sober, yet
casual appearing. He entered the house and grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge on
his way in, more to cover the smell of beer on his breath than because he was
thirsty. "Where's the birthday girl?" he called. Louise emerged from the throng
of people, looking flushed. "I'm here, you got me a present big brother?" she
asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Of course I have little sis, you're gonna love it too" Louise unwrapped the
proffered package quickly, to reveal a personal CD player and a CD by her
favourite band of the moment. She hugged Symon "thank you, it's great" she
breathed. "now you know that's not all I have for you sweetheart" he whispered,
"but the other thing had better wait, cuz I'm thinking most of these people
would be pretty shocked if I gave it to you right now" Louise gasped, and
blushed, as Symon pulled away from her embrace. Brother and sister became aware
that everyone was looking on, and quickly regained composure. The party
continued without incident, and slowly people drifted away, leaving the
Wilkinson family alone in their house at last.
Mrs. Wilkinson busied herself with tidying up, and Mr. Wilkinson took the dog
for a walk. Symon and Louise were sitting watching TV, when Louise stood and,
calling out to her mother that she was going for a lie down in her room,
proceeded up stairs. Symon gazed appreciatively as his younger sister walked
away, she was turning into such a honey. Her hair was longer now, and curled
into her face and neck. Her body was slender, with hips just beginning to curve
below her tiny little waist, her legs were smooth and soft. Her short skirt
swung from side to side as she walked. Symon adjusted the fast stiffening cock
in his pants and followed her out of the room.
Louise was lying face down on her bed, reading a magazine. Symon approached her
from behind and slipped his hand up her skirt, letting it slide along the soft
flesh of her thigh. She turned to him, smiling, and he eased her over until she
lay flat on her back. He parted her legs, and lifted her little skirt, exposing
her white knickers, the mound of her pussy just stretching the thin fabric. He
began to unbutton her blouse, and was shocked at the bra underneath; his little
sister was really growing up! He reached behind her and unclasped it, throwing
it to the floor along with the blouse. The pink buds of her nipples jutted
straight up, her breasts still barely formed, red marks underlining them, where
the bra had pulled at her skin. The skirt followed soon after, and Symon traced
the cleft of his baby sisters' cunt with his finger. She squirmed with desire
and arched her back to meet his touch with her hungry little pussy. He pulled
the material to one side and spread the soft, pliable lips open with his hand,
gently rubbing her clit with his thumb. Louise bucked against him, as she oozed
sticky fluid between her legs.
With their parents nearby, Symon couldn't risk taking his own clothes off, too
much explaining would be required if he were to get caught. So instead he eased
his thick throbbing cock out through the fly of his jeans and began to rub it
rhythmically. Louise watched in wide eyed anticipation, lifting herself onto her
elbows to get a better look at her big brother. "Kneel down on the floor sis,
between my legs" Symon growled. She obliged, and was shocked when Symons hand
snaked behind her head, grabbing a handful of hair, and forced her mouth over
the end of his dick. "Ok baby, I want you to suck my cock now, just like you
would a lolly pop" Louise took a minute to adjust her self, and then began to
lavish attention on her big brother in earnest. First licking along the length
of his shaft, then putting the tip into her hot, wet little mouth. "Good girl,
that is real good, you just keep doing that, oh yeah" Symon groaned, as he
looked down at his horny little sister giving him the best blow job of his life.
Louise filled with pride at his compliments, she sucked harder and faster.
Before long Symon felt the familiar tingling that preceded his cum, and gripped
the back of Louise's head hard, pushing more of his jerking prick into her
mouth. She gagged, but soon regained control, she knew what must be coming, and
wanted to be ready for it. She could taste the saltiness that came first, and
then her mouth was filled right up with hot semen, she couldn't hold it all and
it dribbled down her chin and onto her lap below. Her brother gasped and spurted
the last of his cum into her. She swallowed the thick fluid, and took her mouth
away from the semi hard cock in her hands. Symon took a tissue from her bedside
and wiped her chin, smiling lazily down at her. "You did so good baby girl and I
want to eat that juicy little pussy right now, so you get yourself up on this
bed for me".
Louise didn't need telling twice, she lay back on the bed as she had been
before, and lifted her hips as her brother removed her knickers. He pushed her
legs apart and gazed at the glistening slit before him, only the finest of downy
hair beginning to appear around it. He held her apart with both hands, and went
down on her, sucking at her little clit and tonguing her tight little hole.
Pretty soon she was writhing so hard he could barely hold her still enough. Her
pussy juices smeared his chin; she tasted so sweet, like taking a bite of peach.
Louise came hard and fast, once again her brother had to put his hand over her
mouth to stop her moans from being heard downstairs.
"Louise darling, there's someone here to see you" Mrs Wilkinson's voice rang
out, breaking the spell and causing the siblings to both sit bolt upright,
scrabbling for clothes and hastily wiping their mouths. "Coming now" Louise
called, and pulling her skirt and blouse on, made for the door. She wouldn't
have rushed if she'd known who her visitor was, it was horrible Mr. Jones from
next door, the old pervert who used to always seem to be mowing the lawn
whenever Louise was sunbathing in the garden. "Oh, hello Mr. Jones" Louise tried
sounding polite. "Hello dear, happy birthday, have you had anything nice?" the
old man leered. "Mr. Jones has come to ask for our help" Mrs Wilkinson smiled.
"So I've told him you will be happy to go around to his house after school on a
Wednesday and help him with some of the things he finds hard". How could she
refuse without looking mean? Mr Jones stood there looking far more helpless than
he really was and thought about the things he found hard these days, his penis
was one of them he thought wickedly, and this little girl could certainly help
with that he was sure.
"That's fine Mr Jones" Louise shouted at the silly old pervert, "I'll be right
over tomorrow evening". She could handle him, raking leaves and taking trash out
would be ok, maybe he would pay her, if not at least she would always have an
excuse for late homework.
Louise left the room, and Mrs. Wilkinson wondered if her daughters' bra fit
properly, as she seemed to have taken it off whilst upstairs.
