[Continued from Femme-Enfant.]
Lola’s Repressed Memories of growing up fast with Robie
When Lo awoke from her fainting spell, she wasn’t bound and there were no clothespins on her nipples or labia. She was on the floor, but no one else was in Robie’s bedroom. Lo stood up slowly so as not to pass out again. She walked, naked, over to her bureau and pulled out something to wear. She slipped into a little dress, just in case her parents were home. She walked downstairs and found Robie and her boyfriend eating some cereal in the kitchen at the counter. She was still wearing her sister’s heart patterned panties over her head.
“Hey Lo,” said Robie cheerfully, “you woke up?”
“Yeah,” said Lo, confused.
“How was your nap?”
“Uh, good, I guess.”
Lo was trying to figure out if she had fallen asleep and it was all a dream or if her sister was just gaslighting her (even though, at the time Lo did not have this word in her vocabulary). Lo could feel her nipples were still sore, her pussy was aching, her ass felt as if she still had a cock up it, and the back of her throat ached something terrible. She could still taste the salty semen in her mouth and her face had some on her upper lip and chin. It couldn’t have been a dream!
“Hungry?” asked Robie.
“Uh, nah.”
Lo walked past the two of them and went to the living room. She turned on the TV and plopped herself down on the carpeted floor, lying on her stomach with a pillow under her head. Absentmindedly, she pulled the panties down over her face to smell her sister’s scent. Her eyes were on either side of the thin thong crotch. She felt like a superhero wearing a mask. Her pigtails were free on each side of the panties. She looked up and watched her favorite animated movie – Beauty and the Beast. She had watched this movie probably over a hundred times. She had no idea what about it she liked so much, but it pleased her ever since she could remember.
Robie and her boyfriend eventually followed Lo into the living room and sat on the couch behind her.
“This again?!” said Robie.
Lo didn’t answer. She was in her own world. Her legs were spread and bent at the knees with her bare feet dangling in the air.
“You probably have every word memorized!”
No answer from Lo.
Robie’s boyfriend nodded his head, gesturing for Robie to look at what he saw. From behind, looking at Lo with her feet up in the air and her legs slightly spread, he could see under her short dress Lo’s bare slit.
Robie caught a glimpse of it too. She reached over and grabbed the long umbrella that was by the front door. She leaned forward and put the tip of the umbrella up, under Lo’s dress and pushed the dress up over Lo’s ass so that the two of them could have a better view.
Robie giggled.
This reminded Robie of the first time she used Lo as a prop for her and her boyfriend’s prurient enjoyment.
It was the exact same scenario about a year earlier. Lo was lying on her tum on the living room floor in a little dress, no panties. She propped up her head with her hands, her arms bent at the elbows under her chin. She had her feet up in the air, dangling, legs spread just enough for a sneak peek as she was engrossed in watching a cartoon – probably Beauty and the Beast. Robie and her boyfriend (a different boyfriend then) were sitting on the couch behind Lo. The parents were out, as usual. Robie was supposed to be babysitting Lo, making sure she didn’t get in trouble. Little did the parents know, Robie was the trouble.
The boyfriend caught a glimpse of Lo’s crotch. Robie felt something twitch under his shorts, where she had rested her left hand. She saw him looking at her young, innocent, little sister’s snatch. Rather than be outraged, angry, disgusted, she was amused. Rather than throw the boyfriend out, telling him that he shouldn’t be looking up little girls’ skirts, especially her younger sister’s, Robie pressed on her boyfriend’s tumescent cock, causing it to grow. It was rock solid under his shorts as Robie stroked it. His eyes were glued to the hairless, tight twat between Lo’s legs. Lo was oblivious to this, but for unknown reasons, she reached behind her and scratched an itch on her butt, pushing the hem of the dress even further up, revealing even more.
Artistic Rendering
Robie pulled down the elastic waistband of her boyfriend’s shorts and let the constricted cock spring out, popping up, nearly hitting her in the face. She bent over and took it in her mouth as he continued watching Lola. Robie’s long dark hair draped down over his lap. It didn’t take long before he was exploding in Robie’s oral cavity and making grunting noises as he did. Lola was distracted from her show, turned around, and saw her sister with a mouthful of cum and her boyfriend’s cock lying out.
Lo just looked on, confused.
“Robie, what are you doing?” she asked innocently.
Robie swallowed hard and said, “I just had a little snack.”
“Snack?”
“Yeah. Men have snacks in there,” she said, pointing to his penis, “and sometimes they give them to us.” She snickered.
“A snack, in there?! What kind of snack?” asked Lo, dubious.
“A yummy one!”
“Can I have some?”
“Not now.”
“Why not?”
“There’s only enough for one. Maybe next time.”
Lo wouldn’t let her older sister forget this and demanded her snack the next time the boyfriend came over. Lo was playing in her room – the room she shared with her older sister – when she heard the doorbell. Lo ran to the door and looked out the little rectangular windows that lined the door on either side. She saw Robie’s boyfriend. She let him in with a smile.
“Got a snack for me?”
“What?” he asked, confused.
“Robie said that you have a snack.”
“Is Robie home?”
“Yeah. She’s in the living room listening to music.”
The boyfriend walked past Lo. Lo was insulted and followed to the living room. She told her sister that she wanted the ‘boy snack’ that was owed to her.
Robie tried to talk her out of it, but Lo was insistent. The boyfriend said, “Let her have a taste.” Robie considered the situation. She was horny and she knew that Lo wouldn’t give her and her boyfriend any privacy. When Lo wanted something, she could be a relentless annoyance. Robie told her sister, “Sit down and don’t say a word.”
Lo smiled because she knew she was finally going to get what she wanted – the ‘boy snack.’ Lo sat down cross-legged on the carpet. Robie said, “No, not like that. Sit on your knees, right here.”
Lo listened to her older sister and sat in the “kajira position,” as Robie called it. Lola didn’t know then that this “foreign” word referred to the Gor series of novels by John Norman, of which Robie was an avid reader at the time.
Lo sat, looking up at the tall “man” who stood in front of her. In reality, he was only about fifteen or sixteen, but that seemed to be a world of difference in age, experience, knowledge, and maturity to Lo. He was no kid to her. He had crossed that mysterious and invisible divide between children, like herself, and adults – whatever that meant.
Her older sister also got on her knees in a similar position as Lo, right in front of her boyfriend. Lo was eager to see everything and not have her sister play another trick on her and so she complained.
“I told you not to say a word, didn’t I?” Robie scolded her.
Lo stopped complaining.
To appease her whining, younger sister, Robie turned her boyfriend so that he was standing profile in front of Lo and Robie was on her knees directly in front of him with her face opposite his crotch.
Robie pulled down the droopy basketball shorts he was wearing and revealed his white briefs with a bulge in the front. She then pulled down the briefs and the bulge unfurled like a drawbridge being suddenly let down and it hit Robie on the head with its full, heavy meat.
Lo laughed a little, but stifled her laugh because she didn’t want to get in trouble again.
Robie grabbed the protruding appendage with her right hand and looked at Lo.
“You see,” she said, “this is the lever that makes the snack. All you have to do is pull the lever and the snack will shoot out.”
“Like ice cream?” asked Lo.
“Exactly. So, open your mouth if you want to get a taste.”
Lo opened her mouth.
“Wider,” said her sister.
Lo opened as wide as she could, sticking out her tongue.
Robie commenced pulling the lever and within seconds the cream started flowing. He didn’t take long to produce the desired result because he was young, inexperienced, full of raging hormones, and, on top of all that, he liked looking at Lo. Suddenly he was gushing like a geyser and Robie turned his spout toward Lo so that she got a little, as if drinking from an uncontrollable water hose. A lot of it missed the mark and went in her hair, on her face, and even clear over her head. But what Lo did capture in her mouth, she didn’t think was so yummy and insisted that her sister and her boyfriend were playing a prank on her.
Robie played a lot of pranks on Lo. In fact, when Lo was in the fifth grade and learned about the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror, she began calling her sister “Robespierre” or “Robie” for short.
Robie soon learned that her boyfriends liked to watch Lola and she gave them every opportunity to enjoy her naïve, innocent, curious, and pliant younger sibling. Not one of them objected when Robie made Lo strip while Robie and her fuck-friend of the day fooled around or when Robie insisted that Lo wear no panties around the house under her short dress. Or when Robie put her panties over Lo’s head. Lo particularly liked this last little kink because for Lo it was love at first sniff.
But these sorts of pranks eventually got Robie in real trouble when the elaborate tricks she played on her little, trusting sister, drew the attention of the authorities.
