rule #101.7
by barrowclough
the original was inspired by dddave's three sisters, but things have developed since then. some things have developed more than others.
mrs hollingsworth craned her neck for a glimpse of the clock. the pair of them had been gone for nearly an hour. the younger girls would be getting suspicious soon.
"when are paulie and kel coming back with our ice creams?" jessica whined for the tenth time.
"they won't be long," marguerite smiled at her. she leaned across and whispered something in her sister's ear, making jessica blush and glance nervously at their mother.
"outside, in the daytime?" she whispered back.
"they do it outside all the time."
"where? why?"
"you mean you don't know? about all the boys in the front garden?"
"boys?" jessica was puzzled.
"and kelly and paul. they do it in the front garden, watching you get undressed for bed."
"don't be horrible, reet!" jessica stared at her sister with an outraged expression. "they watch me? at the window?"
"of course, that's why you do it, isn't it?"
"no. the mirror on my dressing table isn't big enough to see all my boobies at the same time, so i use my reflection in the window. you mean they can see me from outside? who?"
"everyone! and they can see everything. on a good night, there's kel and paulie, and then there's jeremy, and harry and dan and tony and smelly stu and nerdy norm."
"all those watching me? what do they do, just stand there?"
"not exactly. they hide behind the bushes and wank."
it sounded like a rude word to jessica. she turned scarlet and her already stiff nipples grew another half an inch.
their mother spoke sharply. "what are you two whispering about? jessica, i've already told you about putting your hand in your shorts like that."
jessica removed her glistening hand and wiped it on the towel without her mother being able to see. she whispered to marguerite. "how does she know i've got my hand in my shorts? with my boobies lying in my lap she can't even see my shorts."
marguerite sighed heavily. it was about time for baby sister to have some sex lessons, before she got much bigger. not that she needed to get any bigger up top; her breasts were already the biggest in the family, and they were several times bigger than those of most fully grown women. this fact had not escaped the notice of the other people on the beach, marguerite observed. she sat up straighter and looked around. within a twenty yard radius, several pairs of eyes immediately dropped to books and newspapers or stared suddenly out to sea. further away, the glint of sunlight revealed a pair of binoculars trained on the family, or maybe it was a long-lensed camera. and talking of cameras, there was that tall, bald, geeky-looking guy again, the one who kept strolling past peering into a plastic carrier bag. why couldn't he just walk right up to them and ask for a photograph? she pulled the tent-shaped dress down off one shoulder and wished she could wear a bikini like kelly.
"can i rub some sun cream on your shoulders, reet?" jessica asked eagerly. "then i can take this top off and you can rub some on me."
mrs hollingsworth opened her mouth to tell her youngest daughter that there was absolutely no way she was going to be allowed to take off her tank top in public, then she closed it again. such an order would only lead to a major disagreement which would inevitably end in tears. maybe jessica ought to be allowed to wear a bikini after all. watching the girl as she scrambled up to her knees and squeezed a dollop of cream into her palm, her mother had to look away in embarrassment. it wouldn't matter what she wore, she would always look outrageous. all around them were families playing, and nearly all the little girls of jessica's age were topless. the girls of marguerite's age wore modest little empty-topped swimsuits. relatively empty-topped, anyway.
jessica applied more cream to her sister's other shoulder. she was kneeling upright, her giant breasts wobbling in the stretched yellow tank top. mrs hollingsworth took a deep breath, and decided. "don't go away, girls," she told them, getting to her feet. "i'm just going to buy something. i'll be back in five minutes."
"ice cream?" jessica wanted to know. "are you going for ice cream? kelly's got lost."
"not ice cream. i won't be long. be good, and don't talk to any strangers."
five minutes later, when she returned to the scene clutching a bundle of sticks and gaily-striped canvas, the girls were still in the same position, although it was noticeable that there seemed to be an appreciative circle of spectators all round them, all pretending to be absorbed with other interests.
"what's that?" asked jessica, as her mother dumped the bundle on the sand. "that's not ice cream."
"it's something to stop people looking at us," said marguerite, as her mother stuck four wooden poles into the sand and attached the canvas to it. the apparatus was described as the superior model wind-break. there wasn't a breath of wind, but it was certainly an effective screen. mrs hollingsworth had even bought two, sufficient to enclose a substantial area and make it safe from prying eyes. the girls helped her set it up, then all three of them retired inside and sat down.
"we can't see anything," wailed jessica.
"you can still see over the top if you stand up," grinned marguerite. then she slipped the dress off her shoulders and began pulling it down over her mountainous bosom. "but we can strip off properly now!" in seconds, she was down to nothing but her skimpy panties, a wondrous four-months pregnant earth-mother of a girl.
"i bought some more sun cream, too," her mother said, removing her own cotton blouse to reveal a no more than averagely-developed figure. "you can rub some on me after you've all finished. i bought a king-size pack, so there ought to be enough even for jessica's boobies."
"you mean i can strip off, too?"
"of course you can, darling!"
"my boobs and everything?"
"yes!"
"and can reet an' me rub cream on each other?"
"of course you can. get on with it!"
the [CENSORED] conferred briefly and decided to anoint their mother first, which pleased the lady. ten minutes later, plastered thickly with cream, she settled down to read her book, with no more than an occasional glance at her younger daughters. watching those two with their enormous breasts on display, she decided, was too arousing by half.
"are they any bigger yet?" kelly asked. "they feel massive."
"i didn't bring a tape measure," paul gulped. true, kelly's bust didn't seem to have expanded anywhere near as much as it had in the last few days, but her breasts felt tremendously firm to the touch. hot, too. "i'm sure they're bigger, though."
"they ought to, if it's fucking that makes them grow. we've had it eight times since this morning."
"you're not supposed to be counting, kel."
"just once more, paulie, then we'll go back down to the beach. you can rub my back with cream."
"and your front?"
"i don't think so," she giggled. "mother won't let you do that, not with young jess watching. not to mention everyone else on the beach."
it was the mention of young jess that did it every time, kelly noticed. paul's dangling cock wasn't dangling any more. it reared its head and waved at her like a caveman's club. lengthening and thickening. just for her. kelly lowered her little rump to the soft grass and spread her legs. she oozed a sticky mixture of their combined creamy juices. sore as she was, she wanted him deep inside her again.
"i thought mine were big, jess," marguerite giggled softly in her sister's ear as she rubbed another handful of cream on the girl's left breast. "you make me look flat-chested. i've never seen tits like them."
"you mustn't use that word," jessica began to chide her as usual.
"oh, come on, jess! these aren't boobies any more. they're tits! fucking great tits!"
"reet, you mustn't! she'll hear you."
"i don't care. i'm four months pregnant, i've got a fifty-six inch bust, i'm only eleven years old, and my skinny little kid sister's got a bigger pair of tits than i have! and you've only had your tits a few months. you could have the biggest tits in the world!"
"they're not, are they?" jessica looked down at herself. they could be, she supposed. marguerite was right, they were bigger than hers. they were easily the biggest she'd ever seen.
"maybe not," said marguerite, disappointing jessica slightly. "not yet, anyway. but by the time you're my age, or kelly's, i daren't think how big they'll be!"
"i won't be able to walk," the[censored]gasped, and one hand strayed, as if by habit, to her crotch.
"it won't matter, you'll be famous."
"will i be on page three of the paper?" jessica wondered, although she knew that the grown-up models in the paper had tiny boobies compared to hers.
"not until you're old enough. you have to be sixteen."
"sixteen? that's three years older than kelly!"
marguerite was touching herself as well, now. "just think how huge you'll be by then!"
"you didn't bring a tape measure with you, by any chance?" kelly asked, as soon as she recovered her breath.
paul hadn't even started recovering his. he was totally shagged out. "what?"
"a tape measure. did you bring one?"
"why should i take a tape measure to the beach, for fuck's sake?" he rolled on to his back, his chest heaving. stars swam before his eyes.
"to measure me," kelly pouted. "i'm definitely bigger this time." she sat up and reached for her bikini top, fumbling with the strings and trying to get it the right way up. "this won't fit me, i'm sure."
"of course it will, you only bought it this morning."
"we've done it three times since then, paulie."
"i know you're still growing, kel, but not that fast." he turned wearily on to his side and sat up with an effort. "fucking hell, you're enormous!"
"i told you!"
"yeah, but ... kelly! look at the things!"
"they're not things, they're part of me."
"but the other parts of you aren't growing every time we have a fuck. look at your nipples, kelly! they're all puffed up."
she cupped her hands beneath them. her breasts were far too big to hold one in each hand, so she cupped her areolae instead. the taut hemispheres were so puffy they filled her hands with the fingers spread, the nipples poking out lewdly between finger and thumb. god, she was huge!
"god, kelly, you're huge!"
"i know. let's go back."
"to the beach? okay, but give me five minutes. i'm knackered. you've worn me out, kel."
"no, now. i don't want to go to the beach yet, anyway. we stink of fucking. let's go back to the house and have a shower first. then you can measure me again. we'll go down to the beach after that. if we went down there now, i'd have dogs humping my leg trying to get a nose-full of cunt-juice."
paul stood up numbly. kelly looked even more incredible than before. her breasts were so full and spherical, yet now they had these nose-cones attached to the tips. he'd always heard that big puffy nipples were an indication that a girl's breasts were still growing. maybe that was an old wives' tale. he more than half-hoped it wasn't.
"help me with this bikini top," she ordered, clambering into her pants and instantly soaking the crotch. shiny juice was streaked down the inside of both thighs. hurriedly he pulled on his own shorts. everything was so clammy and damp. he busied himself with the strings of the outsized bra. mercifully, it was still big enough to contain kelly's breasts, although her areolae did cause it to bulge outwards in a disconcerting manner. he tied the bow at the back and turned her round to face him.
kelly fluttered her eyelashes. "how do i look?"
"wow!" from the front and above, kelly was literally all chest and cleavage. his cock began hardening again, before changing its mind. nine times in four hours, it decided, was probably a day's work. but then it reversed its decision again, and it hurt.
"let's go and get a shower," said kelly, her eyes focusing on the twitching bulge. after all, if the thing was available, she might as well make full use of it.
"they're not coming back," marguerite decided. "i want an ice cream."
"so do i," said jessica.
mrs hollingsworth sighed. it was a thick and heavy book but the heroine was just about to get herself monumentally laid by the chauffeur, who reminded her of kelly's paul, at least, as far as the graphic description went, which was quite a long way. the female author's explicit words were making her hair stand on end. she longed to slide her fingers down the front of her swimsuit pants, but it wasn't the kind of thing one did with one's two young daughters watching. especially given what her daughters were like. "you could go and buy some yourselves. kelly and paul have probably got lost. here," she opened her purse. "this ought to be enough. now, jessica, you must wrap yourself in a towel. i know! i know it's hot, but you really can't walk around in public looking the way you do. you're a very young girl, you are very small and you have very large boobs indeed! so take that big towel and hang it over your shoulders."
"like this?"
"can't you try covering them up a bit more? help her, marguerite."
"she's so huge!" marguerite laughed, after rearranging the towel in half a dozen different ways, none of them particularly successful. "give me your shorts, jess."
"i'm not going to wear shorts!"
"you don't have to. i only want the belt."
"what for?"
marguerite didn't reply, she just made herself busy with the beach towel, wrapping it round jessica's mighty boobs before gathering it up in a bunch of material round her waist, then quickly whipping the belt round her middle and buckling it tight.
"there! c'mon, quick."
mrs hollingsworth looked up from her book, but she was too late; her younger daughters had already fled out of the shelter of the superior model wind-break and were plodding away across the soft sand. all she could see of jessica was the rear view, which showed that the towel covered her down as far as her thighs, so at least she was probably decent. rather more doubtfully, it was nipped in to an absurdly tiny waist, so the girl looked to be in acute danger of snapping in two halves. no, mrs hollingsworth corrected herself; not halves. the upper portion of jessica was about twice as big as the lower. she sighed and closed her eyes.
"how's it feel?" marguerite asked, as the two girls made their way up the beach between the gaping spectators.
"a bit wobbly," jessica admitted.
"it's okay, i don't think they can fall out, not with the belt round your waist. wow, it's so tiny!" marguerite had to fall behind jessica to see her waist at all; it was completely hidden from the front. she grabbed her sister's hand and squeezed it as they walked on. "how does it feel to have maybe the biggest tits in the world and the smallest waist as well?"
"like i said, wobbly. slow down, reet!"
"we mustn't walk too slowly, everybody's staring at you."
"they'll look all the more if we walk as fast as this!" jessica stopped and hung on to her rebounding pumpkins. it took twenty seconds for them to settle down. a low moan swelled up from the watching crowd.
"don't do that! jeez, jessica!"
"forty-how-many? are you sure?"
"forty-five. i've checked it twice."
"check it again."
paul did, showing kelly the number.
"there must be something wrong with that tape. i know i've grown, but not that much. two inches this morning? what's that in cups?"
"i dunno, i can't keep up with it. a k-cup? is there such a thing?"
"of course there is. look at marguerite. or jessica."
"you're not as big as them yet."
"i will be, at this rate. if i can grow two inches in less than six hours, i'll be bigger than jessica by tomorrow night!"
"only if we keep on fucking."
"do me again, paulie!"
somehow it wasn't hurting either of them as much any more. they could probably keep right on fucking for the rest of the day, as long as they did it gently. kelly was so wet and juicy paul slipped right into her as if her were plunging his cock into a bucket of worms. and when he occasionally became distracted from the task, all he had to do was think of jessica's tits for a few seconds and everything was all right again. kelly's were growing, too, he told himself. they'd grown more than noticeably this morning...
"do you really want to go down to the beach again, kel?"
"not really. it's a long way to walk, especially the way i feel right now. i'd look as if i'd lost my horse. i haven't lost my horse, have i, paulie?" she said with a girlish pout. "my horsie's right here!"
"it's nice and cool up here at the house," said paul, "although we did promise to buy ice creams for the girls..."
kelly felt him harden perceptibly and wrapped her wobbly legs tighter round his waist.
"if we don't go back down there, we'll be able to do this at least ten more times!"
"kelly!"
"i think they're still getting bigger, paulie! you do want them to get bigger, don't you?"
"eeeek! it's gone down my..."
jessica didn't finish her sentence. hopping up and down, she tore at the towel wrapped round her bosom, thrusting her hand down inside. the remains of her ice cream lay like a witch's hat in the road by her gallumphing bare feet.
"what's the matter, jess? stop it, they're all looking!"
"it's gone down my front and it's cold! aaaah!" she concluded, heaving the towel off her shoulders and yanking it down.
"jess! you're not wearing anything undern..."
too late. the little girl's preposterously huge breasts swung free, still gleaming dully with sun cream. they wobbled and swayed as she delved between and beneath them in search of the dollop of ice cream.
"i've found it, no, it's gone..."
the white blob fell to the ground, bizarrely with its chocolate flake still stuck in it. jessica began to howl. marguerite was busy trying to drape the towel around her sister again, but she needed both hands, which left her nothing available to stuff the [CENSORED]'s udders back out of sight.
"i want another one!" jessica demanded.
"put them away!"
"my 99's gone!"
"your tits are hanging out, jessic-aaah!"
the girls' personal crowd of admirers couldn't believe its own luck. open-mouthed males pressed forward, seeing this tiny creature with such immense boobs flailing around. any one of them would have given away the keys of his car just to be allowed to lend marguerite a hand, but no one dared volunteer in front of all these other people. they were all far too busy pretending they weren't there.
"for fuck's sake, jessica, stand still. i can't get you another ice cream until we've put your tits away, can i? thank you. that's better!" everything came more or less to a halt. "now you've got to help. lift them up..."
somehow, everything disappeared from view, although jessica was rather less tidy than she'd been before.
"okay, i'll get you another one, but you've got to be more careful with..." marguerite stopped, her mouth open.
"oooh, look, reet! all these nice men have bought me new ice creams!"
end of rule # 101.7
go to chapter 8 of "rule 101"