You start to lift Milly's dress again, but she pushes it down with her hands nervously. "Tracy is right here," she protests, looking in her direction.
Her older sister has turned on the water and gotten into the shower, carefully keeping her back turned to you and Milly. She reaches for your mother's loofah and you see her start scrubbing herself with it with far more thoroughness than she used yesterday.
Then Milly glances to the storage room door. "And mom and dad could come back at any time."
You carefully pull Milly's hands away from her dress, and lift it up, finally getting a good look at her pussy. Like her, it's little and cute, and it's the same delightful shade of pink that her face is turning. She looks like she wants to cover herself with her hands, but instead balls them into fists.
"It's okay if Tracy is here," you tell Milly, admiring her young slit. "And Dad? He doesn't care what we do out here. And he'll keep mom from coming out for a while."
That doesn't seem to reassure Milly. "Why does he need to keep mom from coming out here?"
"Because everything we do together has to be a secret, Milly," you tell her. You slowly reach your hand out and touch her pussy. You expect her to grab or slap your hand, but she just flinches a little as your fingers touch her.
"A secret?" She asks, her body shivering a little. "Like Daddy and Tracy last night?"
You glance at Tracy again. She's frozen in place in the shower, the loofah between her legs as she can't help but overhear the conversation. Did everyone hear what happened last night, except for Mom? "You heard what happened last night, Milly?" Your voice is gentle, like your fingers as they slowly stroke her opening.
"Yes..." Milly says softly, her face turning redder. "I think they were doing what I hear Mom and Dad do with each other some of the time, before the bombs happened." She swallows, looking uncomfortable. "Except Tracy didn't seem to like it as much as Mom did." Her voice gets softer. "She didn't seem to like it at all."
You see Tracy's shoulders slump, and you see her body shake a little. She might be crying a bit, either at the memory of her violation last night, or at the knowledge that Milly knew what happened to her.
Milly looks down between her legs, where you fingers are still working on her. You've coaxed her young sex to moisten up a little, your fingers now slick with her juices as they begin to trickle out of her. "Is that you're going to do me, too? Whatever it was Dad did to Tracy last night? Is that why Daddy is keeping Mom away, because she'd get mad?" Milly looks at you, still just as wide-eyed as before, looking a little dazed. Maybe it's being a little overwhelmed by the situation she's in, or maybe your fingers are arousing something in her young body. Tracy has unfrozen enough to look at the two of you over her shoulder, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. She looks like she wishes she could be anywhere but there.
You still don't really want to rape your little sister, although if it comes to that, you don't kid yourself that you wouldn't do it. You rationalize that sex with Milly has to happen at some point or another. You know, for the good of the species, and all that. But maybe you could work harder to seduce her, and try to get her more comfortable with what is going on. Or maybe you should just leave her for now entirely, and give her a chance to calm down? Sure, you've got a killer boner going on right now, but Tracy could probably be far more easily convinced to fuck you right now, especially if it bought Milly some time. Milly might find watching educational, and even inspiring. You're worried that if you spared Milly's cherry another night, though, that your father might get some ideas about his youngest daughter. |