Little Sister Bea, Apollo and John, plus Darlene's cherry

After a week of breeding with her dog Apollo, Bea's fun continues as her brother John enjoys her pussy, and her friend Darlene pops her cherry with dog cock

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
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The chlorine scent of the pool hung heavy in the humid afternoon air, mingling with the sweet, coconut fragrance of Darlene’s sunscreen. The sun beat down on the patio tiles, turning them blisteringly white, but the two girls were slick with water and basking in the oppressive heat. They’d swum until their muscles felt like jelly, and now they were sprawled on matching lounge chairs, letting the sun bake the last of their energy away.
Darlene, ever the bold one, had peeled off her damp one-piece. It lay in a neon heap on the concrete as she lay on her stomach, completely naked. Her skin glistened, a canvas of golden tan interrupted only by the pale, perfect triangles of her breasts and the modest swell of her hips.
Bea, in contrast, remained cocooned in her own bathing suit. She watched her friend from behind the safety of her sunglasses, a knot of unfamiliar envy and apprehension tightening in her stomach. Darlene moved with an easy, unthinking grace. She was humming softly as she squeezed a dollop of white lotion into her palm and began to massage it into the back of her thighs.
Bea couldn’t look away. Darlene was small, maybe 5’3”, but her body was already carving out the soft, early curves of an hourglass. Her breasts, when she’d turned over earlier, were adorable teardrop shapes, perfectly proportioned. Now, as Darlene shifted, Bea’s gaze was drawn downwards. Her friend was completely bare, her sex a neat, pretty slit that seemed to fit the rest of her perfectly.
A strange, liquid heat bloomed deep in Bea’s own core. She felt a sudden, unmistakable pulse of wetness against the fabric of her swimsuit. The reaction was so sharp, so unexpected, that she felt a dizzying blush creep up her neck.
“Are you okay?” Bea asked, her voice a little too high. She tried to shake the images from her head, but they clung to her like the humidity.
Darlene stopped humming. She turned her head, and for the first time, Bea saw past the easy confidence. Her friend’s eyes, usually so full of mischief, were clouded with a deep, weary pain.
Bea’s own discomfort vanished, replaced by a surge of protective affection. She slid off her lounge chair and knelt on the hot concrete beside her friend, wrapping her arms around Darlene’s slick, sun-warmed back.
“You can tell me anything,” Bea whispered, holding her tight.
Darlene melted into the embrace, her head resting on Bea’s shoulder for a long moment. When she finally sat up, she made no move to cover herself. She just stared into the middle distance, her hands idly smoothing lotion over her stomach, then down between her legs. The casual, intimate gesture made Bea’s mouth go dry, and she had to discreetly drape a towel over her own lap.
“It’s my sister, Vicky…” Darlene began, her voice flat. She was looking straight at Bea now, as if daring her to look away.
“The other day, she calls me into her room. We’re alone in the house. She’s asking me to put lotion on her. When I get there, she’s naked.”
Darlene’s voice dropped, becoming a mimic of her sister. “‘Come here, it’s easier to reach everywhere when you’re naked.’ She patted the bed. ‘Where do you want me to apply it?’ I asked her. I climbed up beside her.”
She paused, her eyes glazing over as she relived it. “‘Along my thighs, and around my groin,’ she said. She put the lotion right in my hand. I was suspicious, but she’s my sister, you know? Of course I’ll help.”
“She lay back and widened her legs. I started rubbing the cream into her legs, and I couldn’t help but notice… she was shaved. Completely. And her lips, her clit… they were swollen. And she was wet.”
Darlene’s breath hitched. “Then she stunned me. She reached down and took my hand. ‘Rub some here, please,’ she said, and she pressed my fingers right between her folds, right onto her clit.
‘Please rub it there.’”
“So I did,” Darlene whispered, her hand now still against her own sex. “And it made me wet, but it made me so confused. She started moaning. ‘That’s it, sis, you’re doing an amazing job.’ It went on for a long time. It was so clear this wasn’t about lotion.”
“Then she asked, through these heavy breaths, if I would do something else for her. ‘Would you lick me there? Please!’ I was looking at her, just soaking, and my mind was frozen. I wanted to say no, but before I could, her hand was on my head, pulling me down. Pressing my face… into her.”
Her voice cracked. “‘Lick me, sis. Come on, Darlene, be a good girl.’ And that’s what I am. A good girl. So I did. I licked her clit, sucked on it, like I’d seen guys do in pornos.”
“After a few minutes, she was pressing my mouth hard against her, bucking, and she… she filled my mouth. Over and over. Then she just pushed me off.” Darlene looked down at her own hands. “I was so wet myself. I wanted to feel what she just felt.”
“‘Baby sis, I’ll take care of you next time. I’m out of time,’ she said. She kissed me. Soft at first, then her tongue was in my mouth. And I was kissing her back before I even realized it.”
The story hung in the thick, silent air between them. Bea sat frozen, her own body thrumming with a confused, electric current. She was wet, so turned on it was almost painful, and she was horrified that her friend’s trauma was the cause.
She watched, mesmerized, as Darlene’s fingers began to slowly circle her own clit. Bea moved closer, her heart hammering against her ribs, and took her friend’s free hand.
“And the worst part is…” Darlene’s voice was a ragged whisper, her eyes searching Bea’s face for something—absolution, understanding, anything. “I think I liked it. I don’t know if I should be disgusted or… okay with it.”
Darlene squeezed her eyes shut, the world blurring at the edges. She drew a shuddering breath in, held it until her lungs burned, and then let it out in a ragged sob. Grabbing a rough pool towel, she wiped furiously at the tears streaking her face, the scratchy terrycloth a small, punishing distraction.
“Sorry, Darlene… I don’t know what to say.” It was the truth. Bea was utterly lost. Should she be the responsible friend and tell her to talk to her mom? Or should she be the co-conspirator Darlene so clearly needed?
Darlene’s tear-streaked face turned toward her, and Bea noticed the shift. Something had been different about her friend since that day at the park, since Andy had kissed that college freshman. A new, brittle hardness had formed over the old wounds.
It wasn’t lost on Bea, either, that Darlene was stark naked, having completely forgotten her state of undress in her emotional unraveling.
And then Apollo appeared, padding silently across the sun-warmed patio stones. He noticed, too. As Darlene straightened up, a new question forming on her lips, a long, rough tongue swiped flat and wet across her exposed pussy lips, the tip striking her clit with shocking precision.
“AAAAhhh, fuck…” The word was torn from Darlene’s throat, half shock, half pleasure. A near-orgasm, hot and blinding, rolled through her. Her hands flew down, not to push him away, but to tangle in Apollo’s thick fur, rubbing his head as he lapped at her.
Then it hit her—Apollo was licking her out. With great reluctance, she shoved his head away. “God, Bea!” Her voice was a shaky whisper. Her pussy was quivering, aching from the sudden, intense pleasure. “When did he start doing that?” Apollo whined softly, nosing insistently at her thigh, trying to get back to his prize.
“Sit back on the lounger,” Bea said, her voice low and encouraging. She wanted to see how far this would go.
“But… he’s a dog,” Darlene protested, but her body betrayed her. She was already enjoying the expert head he’d been giving her. She found herself sinking back down onto the vinyl lounger, her legs falling open slightly. “How long have you been doing this?” she asked, her eyes wide with a dawning horror and fascination. She knew, instinctively, this wasn’t new for Apollo.
“This week,” Bea admitted, a hungry look in her eyes. She remembered her own experiences with the dog, the raw, primal pleasure. “He’s incredible… Am I wrong for liking it?”
“No, but…” Darlene’s eyes drifted closed again as Apollo, taking her stillness as an invitation, began to lap away at her clit once more. The argument died on her lips.
“Would you risk letting him have what he wants?” Bea pulled a set of shiny metal handcuffs from her bag and flashed them in front of Darlene. The sunlight glinted off the steel. “How brave are you?”
“What are we talking about?” Darlene was fighting for air, her body trembling as a second, more powerful orgasm built deep inside her. She was now actively rubbing the dog’s head, holding him to her.
“Find out?” Bea had a wicked, knowing smile. Darlene felt the dare like a physical challenge. “Scoot your butt towards me, so he has better access. You’ll love it!” Darlene complied, sliding her hips forward until her ass was perched on the edge of the seat.
“Okay,” she breathed, her voice thick with lust. “Cuff me!” She outstretched her hands. Bea took each one, the click of the ratchets loud in the quiet afternoon air, and secured them to the metal frame of the lounger behind her back.
Once Darlene was properly secure, Bea stood back to admire her work. “You look amazing like that. You're going to let go completely. No more thinking, no more deciding. Just feel. I'm in charge now, and I'm going to make you feel so good you forget everything else.” She leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.
“I’m going to get some cream; he loves the taste of it. Be right back!”
“But what if someone comes?” Darlene panicked, the reality of her helplessness crashing down on her.
“My family won’t be home for hours. Relax. I’ll be right back,” Bea said, and disappeared into the house.
Bea didn’t go to the kitchen. She took the stairs two at a time, her heart pounding with a triumphant, predatory thrill. She found John in his room, standing by the window, looking down. He’d seen everything.
“Hey handsome, do you like what you see?” Bea asked, her voice buzzing with excitement.
John turned, his eyes dark and intense. He already knew what he wanted. “She’s beautiful… but I can’t – she’s your age.” he said, his gaze flicking back to the window. “And Apollo is already starting.”
They watched together in silence for a moment as Darlene writhed on the lounger, her body arching under the dog’s relentless tongue. Bea stepped closer to her brother, pressing against his side. “Wait until she’s really lost in it,” Bea instructed softly. “Let her come a few times. When you hear her scream for the first time, go to her – she’ll love your cock, like I do!” She playfully punched him. “Just walk out. Don’t say anything. Just take her.”
John nodded, his hand finding Bea’s hip. He looked down at her, and the shared, wicked secret passed between them. He leaned in and kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of conspiracy and lust. Bea melted into it, her own body aching in response. This was their game, their power. They were remaking the world, one girl at a time.
“Now go,” she whispered against his lips. “I’ll be back in a minute to sell the act.”
By the time Bea came back, Darlene had already come for the third time. She was lying back with her eyes closed, her body limp and spent, trying to recover from a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Then Apollo stopped. Darlene breathed for a moment, the sudden silence deafening.
Then she felt him. He was up on her belly, his paws braced on her sides, his claws scratching lightly at her skin. His tongue was lapping at her breasts, leaving cool, wet trails, but it was what was poking at her inner thigh that sent a jolt of pure terror through her.
It was hot, hard, and impossibly slick. Before she could process it, he shifted his hips. His cock slipped straight into her pussy with a single, powerful thrust.
“FFFFuccck mee!” The scream was ripped from her lungs as the dog tore through her hymen, a sharp, blinding pain that was instantly overwhelmed by a shocking, alien fullness. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t human. He began to fuck her with a frantic, jackhammering pace, his hips a blur of motion, his hot breath panting against her neck. Each thrust slammed against her cervix, a mix of pain and a deep, building pleasure that was more intense than anything she’d ever imagined.
This was nothing like her sister, Darlene’s mind screamed in the chaos of sensation. Vicky’s touch had been demanding, manipulative. Apollo was pure, primal instinct. He wasn’t asking, he was just taking. And in being taken so completely, Darlene felt a strange sense of peace. There was no guilt here, just sensation.
“Bea! Bea, get back here!” she cried out, her voice a panicked sob. But the words were useless. Her body was betraying her, her hips starting to lift to meet his brutal rhythm. The pleasure was winning. “Oh, fuck… fuck, it’s so good,” she surrendered, her head falling back against the lounger. “You’re so deep, you fucking bastard… that’s it… don’t stop…”
She could feel something changing at the base of his cock, a thick bulge swelling, stretching her entrance with every thrust. It pressed against her, demanding entry, and with one final, brutal lunge, it forced its way inside her.
“Aaah! God! What is that?” she screamed, as she was locked to him. The knot. He was knotted inside her. He stopped his frantic thrusting and she could feel him pulsing, throbbing deep within her. Then came the heat. A flood of liquid fire, his cum pumping into her in thick, endless waves, filling her completely until it began to leak out around the tight seal of his knot.
He stayed locked to her, panting, his weight a heavy, possessive blanket. Darlene lay there, shackled and knotted, her body a canvas of pain and overwhelming pleasure. She looked at the dog panting above her, a feeling of dark, twisted affection blooming in her chest.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Such a good boy… you can fill me up anytime.”
When Bea turned up, a small jar of skin cream in her hand, she faked a gasp of theatrical shock. The jar slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the patio stones. Apollo was still locked to Darlene, his body a heavy, panting weight, and Darlene was holding him, her fingers stroking his head, murmuring softly to keep him calm so he wouldn’t pull away and hurt her.
“Oh my God, Darlene! Are you okay? He knotted you!” Bea cried, rushing to her side.
But Darlene’s eyes weren’t panicked. They were hazy, sated, and knowing. “I’m more than okay,” she breathed, a small smile playing on her lips.
Just then, with a wet, sucking pop, the knot slipped free. A gush of hot fluid followed, pooling on the lounger between Darlene’s thighs. Apollo gave a lazy shake and trotted off to a shady corner of the yard to clean himself. Bea bent down, her expression a mask of concern as she gently rubbed Darlene’s tear-streaked face.
“He… he just took me,” Darlene said, her voice a dreamy whisper. “Bea… it was incredible. The way he fucked me… I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Bea’s performance faltered for a second. She saw the look in Darlene’s eyes—the look of a girl who had just had a secret revealed to her. Darlene knew. She knew Bea wasn’t innocent. She knew this was a setup. She knew that Bea had definitely fucked Apollo before, that she had groomed him to behave this way.
“You set this up,” Darlene stated. It wasn’t an accusation. It was a fact.
Bea’s fake shock melted away, replaced by a slow, admiring smile. She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Yes, and no – I figured if you encourage him to continue, well, he’s going to want to fuck.”
The confession hung in the air between them, charged and electric. Darlene’s response wasn’t anger. It was a soft, knowing laugh. And then she leaned up and captured Bea’s lips in a passionate, desperate kiss. It was a kiss of shared secrets, of gratitude, of a dark and thrilling new understanding.
When they broke apart, Bea had a wicked glint in her eyes. She surprised Darlene by kissing a trail down her body, past her heaving breasts, over her quivering stomach, until she was settled between her legs. Darlene was still handcuffed, completely at her mercy. Bea lowered her head and her tongue darted out, lapping at the mess between her friend’s thighs. She began to suck, drinking Apollo’s cum from Darlene’s swollen, well-fucked pussy.
Darlene gasped, her back arching. The sensation was overwhelming. After a moment, Bea lifted her head, her lips glossy and slick. She crawled up Darlene’s body and pressed her mouth to hers, sharing the salty, illicit prize. Their tongues swirled, passing the dog’s cum back and forth until Darlene swallowed it all.
Then Bea shifted, straddling Darlene’s face, her own pussy hovering just above her friend’s mouth. “Your turn,” she whispered. Darlene didn’t hesitate. She tilted her head back and plunged her tongue into Bea’s wet heat, eating her pussy with a newfound hunger.
And as that was happening, John appeared. He moved silently from the house, his eyes dark with intent. He stripped off his clothes, his cock already hard and heavy. He moved behind Darlene, and without a word, he slid his cock into her cum-filled pussy.
Darlene moaned into Bea’s cunt, her body instantly responding. For a moment, she thought it was Apollo for round two, and she started cumming hard, her hips bucking. But then she felt the difference. This cock’s girth was wider, longer, filling her in a way the dog’s hadn’t. It was human. It was John. But she was too busy eating her friend’s pussy to care. "See?" she imagined Bea whispering in her mind. "Now you know what it's like to be fucked by a loyal male who just wants to please you. And now you'll know what a human cock feels like, too. We're giving you everything, Darlene."
Bea came multiple times, her thighs squeezing Darlene’s head as she rode her face. Finally, she climbed off, panting. John appeared in front of Darlene, his cock slick with her juices. He fed it into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, tasting her own pussy and the dog’s cum on him. He fucked her mouth, his thrusts deep and steady, before he groaned and filled her throat with his cum.
Darlene milked his cock empty, swallowing every drop.
Bea leaned in and kissed her friend deeply, sharing her brother’s cum as the two girls kissed passionately. When it was over, Bea was naked, lying on her naked friend, their bodies tangled in a beautiful, sweaty, sated mess. Lying there in a tangle of limbs, with the scent of chlorine, sex, and her brother's cum filling the air, Bea knew she hadn't just corrupted her friend. She had remade her. And Darlene, for the first time in weeks, looked completely, utterly at peace.

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