Shitstorm

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fantasy: attempting performing the sex acts detailed here could seriously damage your health. Do it anyway ^~^

Melissa turned the corner and emerged, finally, into arrivals. At midday there was a smattering of people waiting on friends and family; not quite a crowd. She stopped for a moment and scanned the faces, the variations in tone bewildering her slightly after spending so long away from home, the longest she had been in her short life. Yet she soon found the one face she was looking for, the one that was already smiling back at her, and Melissa’s heart started beating so fast that it was as if it was as if she noticed having it for the first time

Claire pushed herself off the pillar she had been reclining against after returning Melissa’s shy smile with her own confident grin. Today would be a good day, she thought, as she gently strolled up to the gate to meet her fine young lover. A junior broker at a leading city firm, Claire was only 23 herself, but Melissa was a mere 18 years of age, just young enough, still, to wear a schoolgirl’s uniform. And Melissa had of course obliged her request to wear it today, Claire thought with satisfaction, running her eyes up the girl’s body lavasciously, with neither concealment nor shame. Melissa’s shiny blonde hair was tied up in perfect pigtails, and her wide eyes, further defined with dark liner, stared back at claire as her lips curled around the long pink nail that she was gently chewing. The schoolgirl’s slim body was perfect, with a tight white shirt wrapped around those hard, medium-sized tits, several buttons open at the top to leave a hint of cleavage showing, and her tie dangling loosely around her neck. Melissa’s lower half began with a navy-blue pleated mini-skirt, from which her long, slim legs rapidly emerged, bare until they entered white pull-up socks that extended up above her knees. One calf was held cutely behind the other, and both led down to petit feet encased in girlish leather shoes with a slight heel. Yes, Claire thought, Missy was a truly gorgeous number, especially so at this moment – and Missy was hers.

Melissa was still so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten to move, at least until Claire began advancing up to the gate herself. After a month of nothing but photos and imagination, Melissa’s lover, at all times a thing of beauty, had never looked more stunning. Claire’s skin was paler than Melissa’s, almost white, yet her long hair, which she now wore untied, was raven black. Her smile was accentuated by deep red lipstick, and she wore a black choker around her neck. Beneath, Claire’s taut body and large breasts were defined by a tight, black leather evening dress. Her perfect legs extended beneath, through satin garter stockings of the same shade, into the highest of patent leather stilettos, which did nothing to impair Claire’s confident stride. Melissa gulped and walking forward herself managed to meet Claire just a few feet outside the gate.

The two girls embraced tightly without a word, and then their lips met, and then their tongues. Melissa felt the comfort she had too long sought as Claire pushed hers into the younger girl’s mouth, and a second wave of love and lust washed across her as she tasted a dark, earthy flavour already on it, leaving Melissa wildly rubbing her own tongue up against in hopes of finding more. When Claire finally broke the kiss, she continued staring into Melissa’s eyes as a strand of brownish saliva extended between them. Smiling naughtily, she said, “Welcome back, little sis!”

***

They sat on the back seats of a taxi heading home. Claire had sprung for a special cab with shaded windows, and she sat in the back-left seat, with her sister in the middle. They had been apart for far too long to waste any time away from each other now.

Many sisters are close and loving, but Claire and Melissa were far closer than most. Four years back, their parents died in a traffic accident, leaving the younger Melissa especially distraught. Claire assumed the role not only of an older sister, but a guardian to the younger girl, and though Melissa could not be said to have fully recovered, Claire’s dutiful love had brought her spirits back sooner than either would have thought possible. This trip, Melissa’s first away from home alone since their parents’ passing, had been suggested by Claire as a part of that recovery.

“So, how was Australia, sweetest?”, asked Claire. Melissa’s face lit up again. “Sunny! Very sunny! A lot of animals… And, what you said before, very…conservationist…?” Claire tutted and giggled. “Very *conservative*, Missy. *Conservative*. You didn’t…mention anything to cousin Ruth, did you?” It was Melissa’s turn to laugh. “No, no! I think she’d have enough of a problem with me having a boyfriend at my age…she looked so relieved when I told her I didn’t!” “Oh dear!”

The girls giggled along, swapping stories for some time until Claire broached another subject: “Well, how was the flight?” “Oh, it was fine, they really took care of me. But the meals were kind of, um…” Melissa’s stomach cut in with a deep rumble, as if to finish her point. “Maybe I shouldn’t have picked the seafood…”, she continued sheepishly. “Didn’t use the loo?”, asked Claire, a little concerned. “I…could have, I guess…”, explained Melissa. “It’s just…it’s been so long, I hoped we could…y’know…straight away…” She turned to Claire with wide, sweet eyes that nonetheless lacked a certain innocence. “Everything in Ruth and Matt’s house was so…neat and tidy…and quiet… I couldn’t even touch myself, let alone…”

Claire reached her arm around her sister’s shoulders and smiled at her. “Shhh…of course we can, sweetest. Of course.” Checking that the partition window was blocking the driver’s view, she placed her second hand on Melissa’s taut tummy. “I’ve missed you so much, Claire”, Melissa whimpered. “I’ve missed *us*. How we smell, how we…taste… Everything.” “As I have missed you, Missy”, her sister replied, fingers creeping down the spotless white shirt, across that little pleated skirt.

“Oh, Claire…”, sighed Melissa, “please, please…” She began fumbling with the buckle of her seatbelt, desperate to allow her sister access to her sweltering girlhood. “No, sweetest”, responded Claire, pushing Melissa’s hand away, all stern guardian for a moment. “Remember what happened to Mum and Dad…” A little flash of fear passed through the younger sister’s eyes, and she leaned in to Claire even more closely. “I…I’m sorry…I never want to lose you!” The elder sister softened again. “I’m never going to let that happen”, she promised, gently kissing Melissa’s neck as her hand returned to its nether exploration.

Claire’s fingers passed under Melissa’s navy skirt, and clambered along the leather car seat toward the younger girl’s gusset. Reaching out, Claire embraced the silky, wettening warmth of her sister’s panty-clad vulva, eliciting a small moan with the contact. She softly ran her fingertips up the fabric obscuring Melissa’s labia, towards the hood of her clitoris, juices soaking through where she applied pressure. Her little sister’s clit was already hard, and needed little coaxing to reveal, even through the material. Claire smiled as she began to massage it with her thumb, while lowering the long, dark fingernail of her index…

Melissa truly began to ride the waves of her pleasure, sluttishly twisting a nipple through her school shirt, while chewing a pink fingernail to keep from crying out enough to alert the driver. All thoughts of fear or danger, or even time, were again lost to her as her beloved sister worked magic on her pulsing crotch. Then, just as she was becoming accustomed to this pleasurable rhythm and seeking to accelerate it, Claire paused in making love to her neck, and whispered in her ear: “Relax, Missy, you’re home. Let go…” And on that final beat, her pleasure was punctuated by a sharp, burning shock of feeling, and a sudden need to release her bladder.

Claire began to finger Melissa harder just as she drove the tip of her fingernail through the fabric of her sister’s panties and into her unaware urethra. The unexpected interplay with one of Missy’s most sensitive spots was a risk, but she needed to finish the girl off before the taxi stopped, exposing them. Claire watched knowingly as first pure shock passed through her sister’s eyes, and then release, as the increasingly intense manipulations of her clit broke pain into obvious pleasure…and her bladder opened…

Melissa was overwhelmed by a small, sharp urethral orgasm that seemed to have come out of nowhere, melting away the initial pain. Her sex was a mass of heat and liquid, as juices sprayed out of her…wait, was that…? “Uh…c-cumming, oh, cumming PISS! Ooh!” She continued writhing in pleasure as several golden jets shot out, splattering the leather partition in front with urine, before collapsing back against her seat in a ruddy mess of perspiration. It was only then that she realised the taxi had come to a stop.

“Everything okay back there?”, asked the taxi driver, opening the partition window. Claire had already brought herself up there to block the view. “Well”, she said, keeping an admirably straight face, “I’m afraid my poor little sister has had a bit of an…accident.