Shit Storm

"Dearest Claire, this little foot massage is all well and good, but I want something a bit more...I wanna be held by my big sister again...", said Melissa, smiling shyly. Claire stopped touching herself and sat up. "Of course, Missy. I missed even your toes so much that I almost forgot about the rest of you! Very well, let's have another look at what's in your knickers..." "Um...Claire...I was thinking more of...do you think we could we have a...*shitstorm*...?" Melissa whispered the word, but emphatically, †as she turned her eyes downwards, and her little face reddened. Claire drew breath, her heart beating faster, "...Sweetest, are you sure...?" The younger sister turned back to face her, conviction in her voice: "Yes, oh yes, I'm sure. It's...all I've thought about these past weeks. *You're* all I've thought about." Claire responded with a fond, reassuring smile, before leaning over and drizzling saliva and the remnants of her sister's own fecal matter between Melissa's pink lips, then dancing tongues with her through a haze of dirt.

When the girls were done with their last moments of foreplay, Claire began to remove her clothes with some urgency. Melissa, who had merely to slide off her left boot and dishevelled knickers to prepare, watched excitedly, lightly rubbing her hardening nipples through her bra. Claire elegantly unzipped her dress and stepped out, revealing her firm, round tits and taut stomach to the dim candlelight. She smoothly pulled her increasingly sodden panties down her long, bestockinged legs, and lightly flicked them away as she stepped out of her stilettos, leaving her wearing nothing but pantyhose and her trademark choker. She sat with her arms around her beloved sister, sharing several more deep and lightly brown kisses as they prepared for the main event.

"Okay, are you ready, little one?", said Claire, and on seeing her sister nod, "Let's roll over." Both girls moved fully onto the bed, embracing again but this time with their legs, as they assumed a scissoring stance. Claire, her head at the base of the bed as Melissa reclined against the pillows, asked teasingly, "You do still have some left in you, don't you?" "Oh, enough to fill you up and then some!", purred her sister in response. They twisted and fumbled with the slight awkwardness of lovers parted for a time, but quickly managed to recover and align themselves for their most vile, and yet somehow most loving of acts.

Claire began first, having yet to feel release today, squeezing out rank winds across her sister's vulva. As Melissa began trembling in anticipation and some still vestige of visceral, unconquered horror, Claire soothed her with gentle kissing and stroking of her calves. "I do this because I love you", she said, as the tip of a large, solid turd emerged from her bowels. Melissa whimpered at the feel of her big sis's log licking the nub of her clitoris, leaving a stinking, stinging trail of caustic waste across the entrance to her teenage womb. This was so wrong, and yet so, so deeply needed.

The younger girl's mind returned, as it always did at these times, to their first experience, considering her wonder at how the 'sex' she learned about at school could be conducted when neither partner had a penis - how girls could find things, parts of themselves, †with which to fill each other...? "Do you trust me?", Claire asked her, just like always. Just the same as on that first night she had come to her big sister's bed for solace - the night of their parents' funeral. "Uuu...hhu...yes. I love you sis!", gasped Melissa, finding the only answer in this moment, opening both mind and body as the ripe turd slithered into her cunt.

"This is my gift to you; this is my love", whispered Claire to the sister she had raised into both a beautiful, charming woman, and a base, depraved sex toy. Melissa thought she came up with the idea, of course - Claire doubted it would ever have worked if she hadn't - but Claire had planted it, subtly, in conversations sparked by natural sexual curiosity: "This is how us women can make love. Now we're by ourselves. Now we don't have anyone to depend on but each other." On that first night, she had comforted her sister - and herself - by bringing to life the dreams and nightmares she saw night after night slumped asleep in front of her computer after finishing her homework, searching for stranger and darker things within and without. She squeezed off her turd as it packed Missy's little cunt with filth.

Melissa ran her fingers across her shitty clitoris as the aroma reached her, filling her, trance-like, with the full realisation of the warm mass that pleasured her vaginal walls, smearing their tiny pink surfaces with filthy crap. The turd extended out a little from her entrance as she squeezed her cunt muscles around it, oozing brown-tinged cum out across her labia. Warmer, more organic than a dildo, it almost itched pleasurably as toxic grit was rubbed deep into her folds.

"Missy...?", asked Claire, nibbling at the girl's heels to bring her around. "...uhh..." "If you would do the honours..." "Oh...of course!" The sisters rolled around slightly to realign themselves, each small movement driving Melissa a little crazier as the shit touched new places within her. After a few moments, Melissa lowered her rosebud over Claire's pussy, and, as her sister held her cuntal lips apart, began to evacuate her bowels.

Shitting felt exquisite as fecal matter on both sides of the so-thin wall between her pussy and rectum pushed against it. Melissa was so caught up in the feeling that it wasn't until she heard her sister's shriek of laughter that she realised there was much more than just solid waste this time. "Diarrhea?", cackled Claire as the first lumpy splatters spluttered out across the neatly-trimmed hairs of her bush, "Oh, you shouldn't have!" "Uh, sorry. That airplane food, huh? Uh, mhm...", returned Melissa, beginning to spray sloppy, wet girlscat into her big sister's waiting cunt.

Claire was intoxicated now, flicking her slippery clit as Melissa's goopey crap poured into her lovehole. Its liquid warmth was almost like a douche, but she shuddered in mad lust to consider that rather than purifying water, she was willingly befouling herself with putrid wastes. Yes, she was taking the most intimate part of herself, what God had intended as a newborn child's innocent passage into this world, and turning it into a toilet for no higher reason than her own sick pleasure. As the irregular flow from her sister's anus slowed to a trickle, leaving her vaginal canal a stagnant pool of fecal filth, Melissa pulled away, allowing Claire's fingertips into her cunt to spread the browning outside. Droplets of wet shit glistened on her trimmed pubes as she brought tiny solids upwards; lumpy strings of undigested onion skin to crown the nipples atop her breasts.

"Sweetest", Claire said breathily, "you wouldn't believe how this feels... We should have tried diarrhea before! Ah, but now I need the taste again..." "Uh...uh...yes, sis. I wanna try it..." Claire disentangled her long legs from her sister's, and gently pulled the overwhelmed Missy over her. As Melissa's shit-packed cunt came into view above her, and the wicked aroma of her own turd became intense, Claire felt re-energised, and her sister's excitement at coming face-to-face with her sloppy, stinking teenshit smeared across a gorgeous young pussy was just as evident. "Oh, holy crap!"

"Eat up, little one, it's good for you!", taunted Claire, before rapidly laying into the shaven teen slit before her. Skidmarks ran out across her sister's vulva in all directions, and the smell and taste of salivating twat mixed with her own decaying crap overwhelmed her as she ran her tongue towards Melissa's toxified clitoris.

"Oh...oh, yeah, Claire, that's it....RIGHT there...", purred Melissa in response to the light touch of Claire's skillful tongue. The younger sister began to breathe deeper, her stomach revolting as she inhaled putrid fumes from the diarrhea-packed snatch in front of her. "Lick my shitty clit, Claire...uh...oh, please eat my shitty cunt out!"

Claire felt Melissa's cunny begin to rhythmically squeeze around the firm log inside it, and continued her foul love-making, slipping first her right index finger in alongside it, and then her middle. Her fingertips ran across the slick, dirtied vaginal walls around her sister's g-spot, but the stodgy turd felt against the tops of her digits blocked her attempt to accurately finger that special place. In response, she thrust her fingers more harshly and deeply into the fudge, cutting at it with her nails. She brought her mouth gently down from its clitoral duties, and wrapped it around the base of her fingers, using her tongue to draw out detached lumps of her warm shit, marinaded in girlcum. Crap drizzled into her long, black hair as she worked hungrily to draw tiny, waxy lumps into her mouth, and roll them around with her tongue, savouring the bitterness.

Melissa was gasping at the feel of those shitty, gritty fingertips dancing around so close to her pleasure spot. Her cunt muscles pulled tight around the stool within her, squeezing out shit juices and hastening the descent of baby turds into her sister's waiting mouth. But she knew she needed something more to take her towards orgasm, and besides, why should she have all the fun? Claire's raven cunt lay just before her, and it ached for the touch of her loving tongue just as surely as she craved to taste the feculent horrors within. Yet the odor of the yellowed, rejected seafood that made up the solids in her diarrhea was grotesque beyond even anything she had yet experienced in her descent into the basest toilet sex.

Steeling her stomach for contact recalled Melissa's early months of experimentation with her sister, in which they had trained themselves to contain vomiting, first from only a few seconds of taste. Claire assured her that these skills were vital for proper lovemaking, real adulthood: "You love me, don't you?", Claire had asked. "O...of course!", Melissa returned, instinctively clutching the arm of the only family left to her. "Truly? Absolutely?", Claire countered with a firm smile. "Yes!" "But that means you need to love all of me. Without and within.

Not just what's on the surface, but what's inside." "What's...inside? You mean...?" "Yes, that is true love, sweetest. It won't be easy, but this will bring us pleasure for the rest of our lives. Now, let's try again", Claire had concluded, bringing another smeared finger to Melissa's tear-stained lips. And she was right. Learning to hold it down was hard, but the intense highs shitsex brought to their relationship had bound them closer even than Melissa could have imagined back then. Steadily breathing in the repugnant scent, feeling perverse ecstasy spark between the vibrations in her quivering quim and shuddering stomach, she prepared herself. She'd make her big sister proud once again.

Oh, but it was horrible. Terrible. Wonderful. Melissa's tongue swam through the putrid grease with which she had defiled her own sister's womb. The acidic broth that even her bowels had seen fit to reject flowed into her mouth like honey, as the loving touch of her big sis on her own befouled cunt cross-wired parts of her brain that should never have met: revulsion and love, beauty and horror. She sipped and slurped, filling her aching mouth with poisons, and drizzling them back across Claire's taut stomach and trimmed raven bush. Then she dove back in for more, letting her tongue search the depths of her sister's folds for further rotten morsels.

Claire began to feel the touches of her sister's tongue inside her at the moment she bit open her first prized, rancid nugget. The brushes against her shit-slick walls were so gentle, yet formed a perfect counterpoint to the angry, cutting flavours of her turd, formed, as she recalled, from a fine roast lunch. The parts that had survived the journey through her intestines were no longer so fine, having been reduced to scraggly rinds of decaying fat and roughage. She eagerly ran them around her palate, savouring and then choking them down, tingling, smiling as another tongue lovingly ate from her. After swallowing the first round of her rich, womanly crap, Claire returned with a renewed desire for more, reaching her fingers and tongue together into the younger girl's cunt, now a disfigured, gaping brown hole, leaking caustic waste in all directions.

Melissa, meanwhile, was far down her depraved path to orgasm, senses overwhelmed by foulness, when Claire began her second, deeper assault. Whether the warm, soft probes that inflamed her diseased puss were fingers, tongues or merely crumbling lumps of shit, she had no way of knowing. All she knew now was that it had become a conduit of pure pleasure, one that somehow made the repugnant broth drooling down her face from between slack lips not merely bearable, but darkly delicious. Riding the wave of ecstasy passing through her almost to its peak, she thrashed her tongue wildly at the fountain of filth that her sister's vagina had become, as stocking-clad thighs wrapped themselves around her head, pulling her in deeper. Ragged taunts encouraged her decadent exploration just as surely as the intense finger-fucking she was receiving: "That's right bitch, drink your stinking diarrhea right out of me...! Goddamn, OH GodDAMN...I love you SO MUCH, you FUCKING little toilet-mouthed SHITWHORE!"

This sweet talk simply drove Melissa harder, ever harder...too hard. Just as her crisis approached, fighting to escape her pussy and run riot throughout her body, her tongue wandered across a dark little turdlette nestled in Claire's innermost folds. Retrieving it, she bit without caution through its tough shell of compacted bowel fruit into the raw flesh of some diseased sea creature. This was the wonderful poison her body had attempted to flush from itself...*to deprive her of*? Even against the harsh backdrop of melted turds plastered across her gums and teeth, it was something incomparable, unholy. Her gag reflex kicked in immediately - as did the greatest orgasm of her life. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, and she would have screamed uncontrollably if her mouth wasn't spewing forth a waterfall of vomit. Simultaneously, her completely overloaded vulva simply lost control of its trembling, and an intense spray of deep golden piss burst out of her bladder, splattering her sister's face, tits and hair with concentrated urine.

Claire, for her part, never felt her orgasm coming. She should have realised that even in her state of wild abandon, such a long build would have a heavy payoff coming, but she was just so entranced in fingering the intimate, rancid mess of a sexual organ she and her nasty little slut of a sister had created. The warning signs only appeared as Missy unexpectedly turned her open mouth into a urinal, washing down her delicious banquet of turds with dark, pungent pee. And just as Claire had processed that surprise, a second dark revelation hit as she felt a warm, lumpy liquid spew across her genitals, refilling her aching puss.

Gasping, she turned her head downwards and looked between the cleavage of Melissa's quivering tits. Even in the dim candlelight, she could clearly see what had happened from the white chunks of deep stomach vomit that were intermingling with her sister's regurgitated shit, running between her legs and into her spasming cunt. Her...spasming...cunt, she thought briefly, God, what an ill little creature to react in this way; not to close its tiny mouth as septic poisons poured in, but somehow to eagerly open ever wider, as if to gorge on them... Lord, how utterly wrong this was...why? And then, as the chunks of vomit came to rest in the depths of her cervix, it happened, and she came and came and came.

In the depths of heaven, the heights of hell, Melissa gave in entirely to her pussy. Of course, she heard the garbled commands her sister yelled about licking "shitvomit out of her cunt" with her "little BITCH, little DAMNED toilet-paper tongue!", amid a string of other obscenities, protestations of love, and implorations for God to forgive her. But it was her pussy that moved her tongue, her pussy that urged her to dine on more glorious filth, to fill the air she breathed and the palate of her petite mouth with acidic lumps of undigested shit, all to feed her ungodly high.

Her pussy, oh my, was it three, four fingers in her now, or an entire fist, scraping crap off her inner walls, churning it up inside her, pounding it deep towards her womb? It drove her onwards in her quest for depravity, sucking squelching, stinking fecal puke from Claire's womanhood, splattering her girlish little blonde pigtails brown as they shook in ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm rattled through her tiny, teenage body, as piss and cum exploded out of her cunt. As she passed out, lost in pleasure of this shitstorm, she knew it. This was true love, just like her sister said.

***

Claire held Melissa from behind in the silence of the night, feeling her breathe gently, inhaling all the scents of her body. Her sweetest was so tired out after their lovemaking that she wanted to sleep almost straight away. The clean-up could wait until tomorrow, and, besides, there was something very intimate, very romantic, about lying together in their wastes, a filthy nest of their own creation. Still, something bothered Claire. Regret? Never. But perhaps what she had heard called...'guilt'?

"Missy, are you awake...?" But her sister's oblivious snoozing answered the question for her. Never mind, that would have to wait, too. Still, the final test was a success: Missy was hers now, absolutely. Even more than before their brief separation, she accepted any suggestion, no matter how depraved, not only as normal, but pure and loving. The girl was even beginning to create her own kinky games. Yet, decadent as their relationship undoubtedly was, Claire truly cared for her sister as more than just some broken-in toilet fucktoy for bringing her sickest fantasies to life - as she always had. Melissa was an adult now. She deserved to know.

She'd understand. Wouldn't she? It would be hard, but ... Missy had to realise that that bitch would never have let them have this. Was it so unnatural for girls to even see each other naked? Especially sisters? Yet even when they were children, Mother wouldn't so much as let Claire be in the same room when Missy was going potty. And then when they grew older, when Claire was caught 'practicing' kissing on her sister, and was forbidden to touch her again, even to hold hands... That was the last straw. Oh yes, Mother had it coming. Daddy? Well, she had nothing against Daddy. Daddy was...collateral damage.

Claire had planned the crash with the meticulous diligence and precision that went into her every school project. She learned which parts of the Mercedes could be subtly altered within the bounds of normal manufacturing variation, which trace drugs would escape chemical analysis. Between her extensive research and icey intellect, by the time she executed her plan, she understood crime scene investigation better than any of the fools at the local constabulary ever would. 'Cause of death: accident, due to driver's misjudgement.' She smiled at the memory. And if there had been suspicions of foul play? They would never have fallen on a grieving little daughter with a spotless record, now left to raise her even younger orphaned sister.

No, Claire felt no 'guilt' over their deaths. Nothing at all...except what she had taken from Missy. Seeing the tears run down her sister's face that night, she almost confessed there and then. It was only the seeds she had already planted, the suggestions Missy thought she made herself, that kept the plan together. But now it was time to make things right. She'd understand, now, that the gains outweighed the losses, surely, surely they did...

"Uh...Claire, did you say something?", mumbled Melissa, rolling over to face her big sis. Claire drew breath. "Missy! Yeah... It's about... It's about Mum and Dad..." she choked out. As Melissa turned her little face quizzically in the dim light, Claire saw her baby sister nonchalantly lick a splash of her own faeces from the corner of her mouth as if it were no different to chocolate, and, for no reason, shuddered. "Well, what is it? ...Sis?" Claire looked Melissa deep in the eyes, and swallowed. "Uh... I... I...did...", she stumbled, stopping as she realised there was wetness on her cheeks. "...miss them." No further words would come.

Melissa stared back at her sister, and embraced her. "I understand," said Melissa. "I miss them too. But I have you...my sweetest." Claire sobbed gently as her sister's tongue entered her, and deposited a loving gift of shit.