Horny Little Women Pt5

The evening of Amy’s party had arrived and with it the realisation for Matthew Ryder that the adventure was nearing its end. The following day the flight would take him back to Manila and away from the sisters and the mother he’d grown to love in so many different ways.

Heading off in search of Jo to borrow some gel to spike his hair, the pursuit led Matthew to the downstairs bathroom where the blast of a hairdryer filled the air. The door ajar, he craned around, espying Jo squatting on the floor, her bare back to him. He was about to reach over to tap her on the shoulder when he caught Amy’s reflection in the mirror opposite. Sat between her elder sister’s outstretched legs, the party girl was having her damp blonde locks blown by the dryer and teased with a stiff hairbrush. Both girls were naked.

Matthew’s eyes remained on Amy’s reflection in the mirror, appraising her girlish frame. Just turned fourteen, her body was still developing, tits yet to swell. The nipples were puffy, proudly pierced defiantly, in contradiction to their youthfulness. From what he’d witnessed earlier, Amy, it seemed, was desperate to become a woman. Her legs were closed, toes flexing as Jo worked the brush firmly through the blonde tangles.

His glance returned momentarily to eighteen-year old Jo who also sported two nipple rings, in a pair of fully developed breasts of peach-shaped pertness. In readiness for the party she also had a shiny stud in her navel. From observing the two girls together at close quarters, it was evident Amy looked up to her older sister in awe and in many ways wanted to be like her.

Tugging at the mass of blonde curls, Jo forced Amy’s head back, damp hair brushing the older girl’s shoulder, a rivulet of water snaking its way down to her breast. Gathering up the stray droplet with a finger, Jo placed the wet digit to her lips and sucked lovingly. Unwittingly, the youngster shifted position,pressing against Jo’s breasts, her neck cushioned by their springiness. “I wish I had tits like yours, Jo,” Amy sighed wistfully.

“Oh yours will grow soon enough,” assured Jo. “And besides, they’re lovely as they are.”

“You think so?”

“Mmm, yeah I think so.”

With that, Jo’s spare hand slid around Amy’s body, cupping the underside of her sister’s lemon shaped right breast. Amy’s eyes expanded and her breath started to race though clearly she was confused. “Jo, what are you doing?”

The older girl hesitated, carefully measuring her words. “Checking for growth, Amy honey” she replied with a nonchalance that belied a deep-rooted craving. “And you know what, I think you could outgrow us all yet.”

“You think so?” Amy enquired.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind betting you’ll have tits like mum’s in a year from now.”

“Really? Oh gosh.”

Amy’s beautiful blue eyes illuminated. So overjoyed was she to hear her’s sister’s reassuring words that it went almost unnoticed that Jo still had hold of her right breast, massaging it gently, compressing the firm flesh and causing the nipple to sprout obscenely. Seizing control of the situation, Jo’s thumb and forefinger found their way forward to the aroused teat, rolling it purposefully. In the wings, Matthew watched mesmerised as Jo fondled her little sister with glee. The mirror meant he had two different angles from which to view the hot seduction.

“Jo…”

“Yes, Amy honey?”

Jo stopped, a look of concern in her eyes. Amy took a deep breath. “Jo…”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Don’t forget the other one.”

Jo grinned lustfully and relieved, the hand that had been manipulating Amy’s nipple finding its way between her own legs. Abandoning the dryer, the newly freed left hand moved to Amy’s corresponding breast. A deft squeeze elicited another moan from the younger girl’s lips as she eased back to become almost fully absorbed in Jo’s body, head snug between her older sister’s accommodating breasts.

Neglecting her own pussy momentarily, Jo reached over to take hold of some hairpins, working feverishly to pile up her Amy’s unruly locks on top of her head. Amy’s young neck was soft and warm from her bath and Jo leaned in to kiss it gently. The virgin schoolgirl purred contentedly, legs parting ever so slightly to reveal the first hint of downy pubic hair to Matthew’s onlooking eyes. “Jo…” she mouthed hesitantly, gazing up with big doe eyes, “I’m, um, I’m not sure this is right.”

Jo pursed her lips, an understanding look forming.