Well, I suppose you already know me, don't you? No? Of me then? Possibly. And if you only know of me, then you are probably just a little confused as to who I am, or at least interested, or at least bored enough to allow me to introduce myself.
But where would the fun be if I just spoke through this all? So I shall tell you that my name is, Abby, and let you witness the rest first hand. Shall we start from the beginning? Why not, we started in the middle last time. Next time we might even start at the end. Or maybe this is the end? You can judge that.
It all started for me a few months after my 18th birthday...
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The bird and the scarlet worm.
The sun was hidden behind the melancholy grey clouds that lay draped over the sky for all of the wet season, and most of the dry season.
Suffice to say the lush green grass that grew over the hilly landscape around small wooden shacks, large crop fields, and the towering oak tree forests isn't usually the driest place to sit.
Despite that fact a small framed girl draped in a grass stained grey tunic and similarly grass stained brown pants was lying on top of a small hill under a tree, her dull orange hair framing a freckled pale face set with high strong cheekbones and an almost-angular jawline.
Her skinny arms were stained with dirt and held behind her head as she lay down, her bare toes squirming in the long grass whilst her moss green eyes stared aimlessly at a small brown and black spotted bird high in the branches.
The bird for its part stared back, bright yellow eyes shining with intelligence whilst its elongated talons idly scratched at its perch and its long black tail feathers twitched in the wind.
She shifted her left hand to hold it up towards the bird, her index finger curled inwards as a supposedly tempting perch before she pursed her thin lips together and began whistling a slow, lilting song that echoed around the large oak.
The bird swayed side to side slowly at the melody before jumping off the branch, its wings held wide to reveal large mottled purple and blue circles at the base of each flight feather as it slowly fluttered down to rest with claws gripped lightly around the girls' finger.
She simply let the small creature sit there as she pushed herself up with her right hand so she could look closely into its golden eyes with deep intrigue, the bird returned her stare for a few seconds before pecking at her bottom lip hard, drawing a few small droplets of blood and hastily fluttering off into the grey sky.
The girl didn't seem to mind the peck much and simply used the back of her newly freed left hand to wipe off the small scarlet mess, staining her sun-reddened skin with a dark sanguine smear.
Ignoring the small streak of blood she lifts herself up onto her feet and begins walking down towards the dirt road, turning sharply left to begin her slow march home.
The second seed: Lust and Anger.
The girl had returned to the wooden shack she called home to a slight surprise, after opening the flimsy door that acted as the portal to the main room that held a small fireplace against the far wall, with a metal cooking pot hanging over it, next to the fireplace in the far right corner was her bed-made of squashed down grass in a large sack, on the left wall near the front door were two doors, one led to the storeroom where they held grains, rice, dough and various salted meats.
The other room was her older sister, Lace's room, and the surprise. Two fold surprise actually, the first was that the usual bare wooden walls were draped in large velvet rugs, her usual grass-beaten bed was now replaced by a multitude of black silken fabric piled on top of each other, in fact her whole room looked like it had been refurnished by a carpet spewing cow.
The second was that pressed against a particularly tall pile of purple rugs was her sister, legs spread wide and fast asleep with both hands cupping her shaven pussy, her flawless ivory skin shimmering with droplets of sweat that plastered her raven black hair to the side of her face and kept her pink nipples hard in the cold air, her D cups bouncing softly with each panting breath.
Normally Abby would simply just close the door and go off to bed to wait for her to wake up, but two factors swayed her judgement, the first was a lingering smell of bitter spices that wafted from the room and stirred a deep longing within the orange haired girl.
The second was that over the last few months her sister's sexual appetite had grown annoyingly large, more often than not Abby would wake up with her pussy smothering her face, and due to an obvious strength difference she really had no choice other than to lick or wait for her to be done.
With lust born from the odd smell and justification granted by past actions Abby stole stealthily over the floor layered with rugs, her pants discarded in a swift movement by the door.
She stood with her legs on either side of Lace's thighs, her shaven pussy less than a hairs breadth from the raven haired girls lips, the sweet musk overruling the arousing scent and stirring her from her slumber slightly.
Without giving her a chance to awaken fully Abby gently thrusts her hips forwards, letting her delicate folds squash against Lace's lips whilst her nose teases her clit unintentionally, causing Abby to moan softly and Lace to awaken further.
Awoken to the feel and scent of pussy pressed against her mouth, Lace parts her plump lips slightly allowing her tongue to tease just under the inner edges of the pussy before exploring deep down along the inner walls with probing curls and flicks.
Her sisters' reaction spurs Abby to begin grinding up against her face, causing her nose to repeatedly rub against the small, stiff pleasure nub, coaxing long, drawn out moans of ecstasy from the younger sister.
The grinding and moaning urges Lace to begin hurrying with her attentions, her tongue eagerly lapping and curling against the girls inner walls, stretching them slightly before pulling back to lightly flick the sensitive flesh.
This would continue for a long two minutes before Abby, with a movement born of orgasmic need would lower her hands to grip onto the sides of her sisters head, simultaneously pushing her hips forward to literally bury the older sisters face in her pussy moments before screaming out in orgasmic pleasure, her pussy squeezing around her tongue whilst flooding the lower half of her face with warm, sweet liquid.
The sudden wetness leaking down her jawline and neck awakens her fully, coaxing her into looking up into the panting vision of her younger sister, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and eyes closed peacefully.
This visage caused her to leap up in a fit of rage, using both hands to push the small framed girl onto the rugs, the motion causing small chunks of hair to be pulled out from the side of her head thanks to Abby's orgasmic grip.
Abby simply stares up whimpering, the release releasing the clouds from her mind, replacing lust with fear at the sight of her sister standing up over her, naked body shimmering with sweat, her own liquid dripping down onto the rugs and her sister's chest from her lips and jawline, giving her scowling features an odd air.
Lace grips the top of Abby's head, ripping out hair as she literally throws the small girl out into the large living room, Abby grabs onto a thin white piece of silken rug; embroidered with pictures of fantastical landscapes and underlined with black squiggles.
"You fucking perverted little... Ugh!! Just go! NOW!" Lace screamed with rage, and slammed her door in Abby's face, giving her no chance to retort.
With submissiveness deeply rooted in her psyche she doesn't question the order, instead simply puts her pants back on, dampening the crotch with a mixture of fem-cum and saliva, and drapes the white silk over her shoulders before making her way back out into the cold night.
Murder! Murder and tapestry!
Abby trudged along the large dirt roads, finding her way by pale moonlight, the thin silk providing little warmth in the icy winds.
