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Phoenix Rising

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by Anais Ninja


  We stopped at a lingerie store next, the owner clucking over Mia as she looked for a nursing bra, the kind that had removable flaps over the nipples. The proprietor brought box after box out of the back room until Mia found one she liked, buying three of them. The owner, a tall middle-aged woman with a buxom figure, seemed relieved to have found something that Mia was satisfied with.

  “Would your friend like to see something in a junior size?” the owner asked as Mia fished a credit card from her purse. I’d been idly browsing through the racks while Mia had been making the owner scurry back and forth.

  “She’s my stepdaughter,” Mia said.

  “I’m terribly sorry,” the owner gushed, her face turning red.

  “Annie? See anything you like?”

  “Not really, Mom,” I said to Mia. “We can hit that place in Scottsdale after lunch, anyway.” The owner turned her head for a second and I winked at Mia. She looked as if she was going to burst out laughing at any moment.

  “Please, let me show you something that just came in,” the owner said, disappearing into the back of the store.

  “‘Mom’?” Mia whispered, barely suppressing her laughter. “Did you just call me ‘Mom’?”

  “Would you prefer ‘Mommy’?”

  “No, heavens no,” Mia said.

  “I just wanted to stick it to the owner, you know? Maybe she’ll give us a deep discount, out of embarrassment.” The shop owner emerged from the back of the store, so Mia just smiled and winked.

  We walked out of there after getting 40% off, twice the advertised discount. The lingerie the owner had shown me was nice, almost as expensive as the imported underwear Julia had bought for me on Newbury Street, even with the discount. Mia bought me a beautiful bra and panty set from France, delicate coral silk and lace, a matching garter belt, and a lovely white satin chemise. The owner threw in a few pairs of stockings, but our purchases still came to almost $300. We got about ten steps out of the store before Mia lost it, laughing so hard that tears filled her eyes.

  “‘Mom’. I can’t believe you called me ‘Mom’,” she chuckled. We recovered our composure and walked back to the car.

  We drove to Scottsdale and ate lunch at an outdoor cafe before strolling down Scottsdale Road and browsing through the stores there. We stopped at a shoe store where Mia bought some flats and sandals. Any heel higher than 1 inch put too much of a strain on her back. She wanted to buy me a pair of cowboy boots, sort of a souvenir, but I politely declined, knowing how absurd they’d look if I wore them back in Boston. We ended up at Nordstrom’s, in the Juniors’ Department, where Mia picked out clothes for me to try on, saying that she couldn’t wait until she got her figure back, though that might be months after the baby was born. Mia bought me a pretty yellow sundress with a shirred bodice and a dove grey cardigan for herself.

  After Nordstrom’s, we drove back home, arriving just a few minutes before the school bus was due to drop David and Dana off at the front gate. While Mia went to her bedroom to take a nap, I unpacked my shopping bags in Dana’s bedroom. I had just put on the sundress from Nordstrom’s and was looking in the mirror when Dana came home.

  “Hey, baby. How was school?” I asked her. She dropped her book bag next to her desk and sat down on her bed, her back to me.

  “Okay.”

  “Just okay?”

  “Yeah.” I walked over to her bed and sat down next to her.

  “Dana, is there something you’d like to talk about?”

  “No,” she said. I tried to put my arm around her shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

  “Dana, honey. Talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you. Was it last night?” She’d seen me suck our father’s cock in this very room.

  “Last night,” she repeated. I put my arm around her again, and this time she didn’t reject my embrace.

  “Did it bother you to see that?”

  “No.”

  “Are you mad at me for doing that?”

  “No...I mean, maybe,” she said. “I want to make Daddy happy like you did.”

  “Dana,” I whispered, hugging her tightly. “You’re still just a little girl. Daddy’s a grown man. You’re too young to think about things like this.”

  “But when? When will I be old enough?”

  “I don’t know. A year or two, maybe more. Every girl is different in that way.” I’d been eleven, going on twelve, when I first gave a grown man pleasure. It had been Ramon, my stepfather, after my mother had died. Even I had to admit that I’d been too young for the things we’d done, but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do, giving my body to him in the depths of our grief.

  “A whole year?” Dana said. “That’s like forever.”

  “Baby, you know how big Daddy is, right?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Do you think you could fit him in your mouth?” I reached out and lightly touched her ruby lips.

  “I guess not.”

  “Or how about your pretty little cunny?” I ran my fingertip up her thigh, under her skirt, tickling her between her legs. She laughed and tried to tickle me back, slipping her hands under my dress. We wrestled around on her bed, laughing and giggling, finally coming to rest with her on top of me, trying to hold my wrists in her little hands. She looked at me for a second and let go of my arms, pressing her lips against mine. I reached under her skirt and cupped her round little bottom, pulling her close to me, relieved that we’d cleared the air.

  “I love you, Annie.” She was smiling now, a smile that lit up my heart.

  “I love you, too, Dana,” I said. “My sister...” We held each other for a while, just enjoying the closeness, until Dana lifted her head from my shoulder.

  “That’s a pretty dress,” she said. “Did you get that today?”

  “Yes, when I went shopping with Mia,” I replied. “Want to see the other things I got today?” Dana nodded and rolled off of me, sitting on her bed as I showed her the lingerie Mia had bought me. She begged me to let her wear my new chemise, so after she took off her school clothes, I put it on her, adjusting the straps to fit her slender form. I gave her a pair of lacy white panties to wear underneath, instead of the plain white cotton undies she usually wore. They were a bit loose on her, but the elastic kept them on her hips.

  “You look so pretty in this,” I cooed.

  “It feels so nice,” Dana said, smoothing the satin over her body.

  “Hey, want to try some makeup?”

  “Could I?” she said.

  “Just a little, okay?”

  “Yes! Thanks! I mean, please!” It made me happy to see her so excited, and this was just the sort of thing I thought a big sister did for her little sister. I had Dana sit on the edge of her bed while I fished through my backpack for my cosmetics, dragging over her chair and sitting across from her.

  “Okay, hold still for me, Dana.” She nodded and then sat perfectly still while I applied eyeliner and mascara to her beautiful blue eyes. I put a little blue eye shadow on her eyelids, a bit of rouge on her cheeks, and then some deep red lipstick on her lovely little lips. No foundation or powder; I never wore it myself, and her complexion was too nice to conceal. I handed her a mirror and she gazed at her reflection while I brushed out her long curly locks.

  “Annie...,” she said. “Wow.”

  “You look beautiful,” I said, fluffing her hair with my fingers. “Like Brooke Shields.” That movie, “Pretty Baby”, had come out a few years before. It was quite controversial at that time, but Julia had taken me to see it anyway when it played at the Coopersport cinema. It made prostitution out to be somewhat romantic, and I thought about this often when I was standing on the streets of Boston, shivering, waiting for a man in a car to stop at the curb so I could suck him for money. Though a few of the men I serviced could be considered handsome, none of them looked anything like Keith Carradine.

  “Is Mommy still asleep?” Dana asked me.

  “I think so,” I replied. “Want to show Davy how pre
tty you look?”

  “Yeah!” she said, jumping off of the bed. We walked through the bathroom and knocked on the door to his room. David was sitting at his desk, writing in a notebook. He looked up as we entered, an expression of surprise on his face when he saw Dana.

  “You look great,” he said, putting down his pencil. Dana twirled around, letting the chemise float up around her slim hips. “Did you do this for her?” he asked me.

  “Yes,” I replied. “Doesn’t she look good enough to eat?”

  “Shit, yeah,” David said, laughing.

  “Why don’t you?” Dana asked.

  “Eat you?” David said. Instead of replying, Dana climbed on to his bed and laid down, pulling up the hem of the chemise and showing him the lacy panties I’d given her to wear.

  “Go ahead,” I told him. David needed no further encouragement. He stood up from the desk, and I could see a bulge growing in his jeans. “Take these off,” I said, tugging at the waistband of his pants. David pulled off his t-shirt and unzipped his jeans, stepping out of them, never once taking his eyes off of his pretty little sister. He climbed into bed, kneeling between Dana’s legs, leaning forward to kiss her. I caressed his thighs and firm bottom, reaching around his body to fish his hardness out of his jockey shorts.

  As I stroked his beautiful cock, David slowly pulled the lace panties down Dana’s legs, ducking his head between her thighs and planting a tender kiss on her puffy lips. She let out a soft “ahhhh...” as his tongue began to probe her slit, penetrating it like a little penis, slowly working up to seek out her little pearl. Dana reached down and began to run her fingers through his tousled hair, urging him to ravish her babycunt.

  “Davy...yes...yes...,” she moaned, moving her hips as he assaulted her cleft with his tongue. “So good...so good...”

  “Mmmmph,” was all he could say in reply as he hungrily licked and nibbled her sex. As I watched him eat Dana’s little cunny, I ducked my head under his hips and took his lovely knob in my mouth. There wasn’t enough room to properly suck him, but the movement of his hips made his cock slide in and out of my mouth. I cupped his bottom as he fucked my face, reaching under my dress and slipping my hand into my panties, finding my clit, circling it, teasing it, feeling my pleasure begin to mount.

  Dana’s leg was pressing against my back, and I could feel her body start to quiver and shake as her climax approached. Her soft moans began to elide into a constant squeal of delight, a trill that rose in pitch and intensity as she began to come. Her leg stiffened, and I could feel her little body convulse with pleasure behind me. David’s hips stopped moving, and he pulled back, making me release his boycock from my mouth. I turned and looked at Dana, lying spread-eagle on the bed, her eyes half-closed, a blissful expression on her face. I ran my finger along the length of her wet slit, feeling a post-orgasmic shiver run through her body.

  “Are you still sore from the other night?” I asked her.

  “No, not anymore.”

  “Would you like to feel Davy inside you again?”

  “Yes. Please.” There was a sudden look of hunger on her face. I didn’t even have to ask David. He’d managed to get his jockey shorts off, not an easy task when an erection is involved. I stretched out next to Dana and kissed her as he took his place between his sister’s legs, his hardness bobbing in anticipation. I reached down and gently guided him into Dana’s sex, rubbing the tip along the length of her labia to wet it, and then caressing his smooth back as he entered her, his mocha-colored stem disappearing into Dana’s pale pink lips.

  “How’s that feel, baby?” I asked Dana as David began to thrust in and out of her hungry hole.

  “Good...so good...,” she moaned. I leaned over and kissed her, seeking out her tongue with my own, running my hands over the satin that clung to her little body. Dana began to move her hips of her own accord, meeting her brother’s pumping body with each stroke, urging him to fill her cunny with his hard meat.

  “Fuck her, Davy,” I whispered. “Make her come again.” He grunted an acknowledgment and turned his head, pressing his lips against mine as he fucked Dana’s tight pussy. As we kissed, I ran my hands over his body, feeling the muscles in his back and buttocks moving as he pumped his sister’s cunny. Dana’s sex made soft, wet sucking sounds as it engulfed and released her brother’s shaft.

  “I’m gonna...I’m gonna...gonna come...,” Dana moaned. I slipped my arm under her shoulder and held her as she stiffened and arched her back, trembling as another orgasm took hold of her body. She let out a little cry and closed her eyes. David grunted again, hesitating at the top of each stroke before plunging inside her, and I could tell that he was close to his release, his sister’s spasming cunny urging him to fill her with his cream.

  “Gah,” he muttered, giving one last thrust and burying his bone inside Dana’s sex. I felt a shiver run through his body, and then he collapsed on top of her, a patina of perspiration on his brow. He and Dana lay together for a while, and then he rolled off of her, his soft penis slipping out of her messy slit. David kissed his sister, then me, and went into the bathroom to shower.

  “How do you feel?” I asked Dana. “Sore?”

  “Just a bit,” she said. “But I don’t care. It was good Really good.”

  I kissed her again and then curled up between her legs and licked her cunny clean, scooping up her brother’s cream from her pussy. Dana loved that, even if she didn’t come, and afterwards we shared another kiss, this one flavored with David’s semen.

  After David finished his shower, I took Dana into the bathroom and cleaned off the makeup. While she took a shower I washed my face and went to check up on Mia, who was still taking a nap in her bedroom. I knocked softly on the door, wondering if she was still asleep.

  “Come in,” she said. The curtains were drawn and the room was darkened, and Schultzie was curled up on the rug next to the bed.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

  “Yes,” she replied. “I just had a bit of a headache. I’m fine now.”

  “It’s after five, and I thought you’d want to get up and start dinner,” I said. “If you’re not feeling up to it, I could whip something up.”

  “Thanks. That’s sweet of you, but we’re going out tonight. Frank’s taking us to a nice Mexican place for dinner.”

  “Oh, okay,” I said. “I’ll let you rest, then.”

  “No, wait,” Mia said, reaching for my hand. “Please stay. Frank won’t be home until after six.”

  “Sure,” I said, leaning over to kiss her lightly on the lips.

  “Take off your dress,” she said, tugging at the zipper on the back. “Don’t want to get it wrinkled.” Mia pulled down the zipper and I stepped out of my new sundress. She pulled the sheets aside and I could see that she was wearing just her big white cotton maternity panties and nothing else. I unhooked my bra and shrugged it off of my shoulders before climbing into bed next to her.

  “Thank you, Mia,” I whispered.

  “For what?”

  “For taking me shopping, for buying me such nice things.”

  “It was my pleasure,” she said, kissing my forehead. “I hope we can do it again. Maybe later this week?”

  “I’d love that,” I said, snuggling up to her warm body.

  “Annie?”

  “Yes?”

  “Would you say it again?” she asked.

  “Say what?”

  “What you called me in the mall, in the lingerie store.”

  “‘Mom’?”

  “Yes,” Mia said. “That’s it.”

  “Mommy,” I whispered, hugging her, caressing her swollen belly.

  “Baby,” she cooed.

  “I love you, Mommy.”

  “I love you, too, sweetheart.” Mia’s eyes glistened as she turned her head. Our lips met, our tongues seeking each other, our hands roaming over each other’s skin. “I’ve been so horny all day. I guess that’s where my headache came from.”r />
  “Can I make you feel better, Mommy?”

  “Oh, baby,” she whispered. “I thought you’d never ask. Suckle my tits, honey. That makes me feel so hot.”

  “Mommy...,” I said again, leaning over Mia and cupping her breast, bringing her nipple to my lips and gently sucking it. She stroked my hair and sighed as my hand roamed lower on her belly, slipping under the waistband of her panties. I could taste that fluid oozing out of her nipple, though it seemed thicker and sweeter this time. As my finger probed her wet slit, I lightly grazed her nipple with my teeth, gently suckling it between my lips. Mia moaned softly and spread her legs a bit wider.

  “Baby...,” she cooed, her breathing growing heavier as I circled her swollen clit with my fingertip. She slipped her hand inside the back of my panties, caressing my bottom as I suckled her breast and played with her pussy. Mia began to move her hips, humping my busy fingers as I rubbed her little button. She lifted her head and kissed my forehead, her hips moving faster now, seeking her release. I felt her probing my bottom with her fingers, and I pushed back slightly, hoping she’d penetrate my cleft. Unfortunately, it was out of her reach. I concentrated on her nipple and her clit, sucking harder, rubbing faster.

  Mia’s moaning suddenly dropped an octave, and she squeezed my bottom, arching her back over the bed. I released her nipple from my mouth and watched her come, feeling her sex get hotter and wetter as she climaxed. She relaxed and settled back against the mattress, reaching for my hand and pulling it away from her pussy, bringing my fingers to her lips and sucking her juices from them. Then she smiled and rolled on to her side, kissing me.

  “You make me feel so good,” Mia whispered. “Thank you.”

  “Mommy...,” I whispered, caressing her belly. She was only a few years older than me, but saying that word just felt right.

  “Let me make you feel good, too,” she said.

  “It’s okay,” I replied. “You don’t have to.” I was intensely horny even before I came into her room, having watched David and Dana make love. But Mia still looked tired. “Get some more rest,” I whispered. I watched her close her eyes and go back to sleep, a contented smile on her face. Gently, I kissed her cheek and climbed out of bed, slipping my bra and dress back on and tiptoeing out of the room.

 

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