{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"3585136d-2707-4af9-80a4-5a3c340a7956","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-11-07T17:34:04.214Z","title":"Mynden - Like My Sister","slug":"mynden-like-my-sister","shortId":"vTy5PAzt","authorNote":"Not for the faint of heart","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Remember Lynden in her last adventure? Little sister Mynden has been haunted by her sister's video since it happened at a party, and now wants her own.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"11983f7b-1775-4c35-b211-e96b969efb21","title":null,"summary":"\"You were there.\" I said breathlessly and shuddered.I was scared. Scared to death. But the only way ","wordCount":3959,"readTime":20,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\"You were there.\" I said breathlessly and shuddered.

I was scared. Scared to death. But the only way to get Lynden's voice out of my head was to follow her where she went. Her slurring, drunken voice had been in my head for five years, ('it's in so deep', 'oh my god, don't stop'), and her desperate final words on this earth; ('keep fucking me')

And when I close my eyes I see visions of her and all the other girls that haunt me. All the girls who were inspired by my big sister, their agony and ecstasy echoing hers. Most unable to cry out in a weak voice what she did at the end

('keep fucking me')

needing it to continue to the brutal end.

She was cumming at the brutal end, Brittany said so.

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\"Yes, I was there.\" Brittany answered, \"Lynden asked me to help her and I did.\"

\"How did you help?\"

\"I got her ready. Lubed her bum. Got her something to throw up in. Reassured her. Massaged her bum once it was inside her.\" Brittany said, staring at nothing, lost in memories of the most intense night of my big sister's life.

\"She was so eager.\" Brittany said, her voice gone soft and dreamy, \"She came so hard for so long.\"

\"And the others?\" my throat hitched and I squeezed my trembling hands between my thighs. Brittany turned to look at me.

\"What others?\"

\"I saw all the videos.\"

Brittany hesitates, then; \"You heard about the house party.\"

\"Yes.\" I shuddered, \"Eighteen girls.\"

\"I was there. I sexed a few up. Held three down when it got too much for them.\"

I turned to look at Brittany.

\"You helped them?\" wanting her to confirm it, \"You helped them do it.\"

\"Yes.\" Brittany nodded, \"But once it gets hard - I mean, once it gets really hard - no girl needs help. They're at that brink and so lost in it they welcome that final thrust.\"

\"And the long orgasms.\"

\"Yes. Amazing orgasms. Gut wrenching orgasms as they vomit themselves empty, their body convulsing.\" Brittany said, \"Why are you asking me all this?\"

\"I want to have a party.\" I said, \"I've never had a party. Mom never let me. Especially after Lynden.\"

\"What kind of party?\" I could hear the hesitancy in her voice.

I turned to face her, working up the courage, but tongue tied.

\"What kind of party, Mynden?\"

\"A special kind.\"

\"A sex party?\"

\"Yes. And the other kind too.\" I swallow past a dry throat, \"I want you to help me follow Lynden.\"

There. I said it.

\"You want—\"

\"For you and your friends to make me do things. Things I've never done.\" I said and took a trembling breath, \"Then do the other thing. That last thing. And when it gets hard ...\"

('keep fucking me')

\"... keep going.\"

\"After your sister it will break your mom's heart.\"

\"I know. I want her to know I'm like my sister.\" I said, \"Not just a little mouse.\"

Brittany places a soft hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

\"I know it hasn't been easy for you after Lynden.\" she said softly, \"But there's other ways not to be a mouse.\"

\"I want that way. Lynden's way. I want to feel what my sister felt. I want to feel everything she felt. You knew her. You went to all the same parties.\" I looked into Brittany's eyes, \"She used to tell me all the things you two did. She'd sit on my bed at night and tell me like they were bedtime stories. She called them adventures. Lynden and Brit's adventures.\"

\"You want Mynden and Brit's adventure?\" Brittany smiled.

\"Just one.\" I said breathlessly, \"One adventure with everything in it like Lynden. Like all the other girls.\"

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And Brittany promised she would. That she'd bring toys. That she'd bring her friends. That she'd bring vodka and juice and drugs to get me ready like Lynden was ready. She said we would do most of it in my mom's' master bathroom because it was bigger and because of the mess.

I'm going to leave a mess.

I want to leave a mess.

Just the thought of it makes me feel like a dirty little slut.

When my mom went away with my Aunt Faye for an overnight trip and made me promise to get packed for college for when they came back. But I wasn't going to college so I lied and promised. 'No parties' were her last words to me.

\"With who? I don't have any friends.\" I told her.

Then I sit and wait with visions of Lynden's final party in my mind. Brittany told me to just wait, I didn't need to do anything to get ready. They would get me ready and it would take all night and it would be fun. It would be very late when they helped me do the last thing. Lynden's thing. And when we started I would want it so much I wouldn't be scared.

I don't want to be scared anymore.

I want to be brave like Lynden was.

('keep fucking me')

So brave even though death was moving inside her belly. Death was fucking her when she begged it not to stop and she knew how it would end.

Brittany arrives with her friends, they are all carrying things; suitcases, boxes that sing with tinkling bottles when they are set down, one girl carrying the largest tub of personal lube I've ever seen. I show them to the master bedroom and they set their things down it starts.

We begin with drinks. Tall ones. Sweet drinks with the bite of vodka drowned in fruit juice. They laugh and tease me, telling me I'm going to have the time of my life. The more drinks I swallow inside me, the more clothing they strip from my body, and the more relaxed I become.

The vodka is relaxing my body, but my emotions remain; I'm still scared.

One of the boys is blowing up a yoga ball, the other is idly stroking his cock and watching my clothing being taken off. I blush when my flabby belly is exposed, but no one laughs like they do in the shower room after gym class. Some girls are taking things out of the suitcases; dildos and other sex toys.

A girl I don't know starts playing with my nipples while the other holds my glass to my lips so I keep drinking. My belly is growing warm and loose and my nipples pucker and tingle.

The yoga ball is blown up and Brittany reappears. She picks up a pink sex toy that looked like a fat tadpole with a long tail. She dips two fingers in the tub of lube and smears it all over the tadpole then pushes it up into me, and my pussy swallows it deep.

It feels good inside me, and then feels better when she activates it with her phone. It starts vibrating and thumping inside me, never staying the same, always changing, and it makes my lower belly flutter.

\"Feel good, Myn?\"

\"Mm-hmm. So good.\" I murmur as I sink into a sexy feeling. I'm getting drunk and my fear is starting to melt.

\"Let's get her in the bathroom.\" Brittany says, then her and one girl hook their hands under my armpits and lift me, guiding me, \"It's time to make a mess, Myn. You want to make a mess?\"

\"... yes ...\"

\"You want to feel things you've never felt?\"

\"... oh, yes ...\"

\"You want us to make you do things that Lynden loved to do?\"

\"... please ...\" I whisper, the tadpole inside me thumping and pulsing. I'm getting so close to cumming.

They sit me down on the yoga ball and spread my legs wide. The toy in my pussy is changing its frequency and strength of vibration constantly, buzzing, thumping, throbbing, feeling like it's going to crawl up inside my belly and live there. I've only had two boys and one girl inside me and they were okay, but I am falling in love with the tadpole moving in my pussy and want more.

Brittany and the girls start playing with me; rubbing my pussy button, teasing my nipples and boobs, pushing their fingers into my mouth and massaging my tongue and its root. I gag and heave not trying to pull away.

\"Oh, Myn.\" Brittany says and kisses me on the lips, \"Let it happen. We want you to get in touch with all the new sensations in your body.\"

\"... cumming ...\" I whimper, then gag and heave as fingers are pushed down my throat. I burp wetly and sick-up a little of the vodka and juice and my pussy squeezes the tadpole.

\"Good girl.\" Brittany coos, then I am pushed forward and for the first time in my life a cock fills my mouth. I fight it as the girls force it into my throat, gagging and heaving and someone is masturbating me and I cum again, my pussy gripping the tadpole like a fist.

I like the head of his cock swelling in the back of my throat, pressing down on the root of my tongue and suddenly his cock is gushing cum in my gullet and I'm sicking-up.

The sensations in my throat feeling slow and sensual, my convulsing stomach like an orgasm, my clenching belly muscles so sexual. The girls let me up and I finish sicking up cum and vodka to spatter onto the yoga ball between my open thighs. I feet like a slut and I like it.

\"Tell the truth, Myn.\" Brittany tells me, \"That felt good didn't it? Gagging and puking felt intense and sexual.\"

\"... yes ...\" I admit, \"... so good ...\"

Sicking up is like an orgasm; you feel it building deep in your belly; you reach a point that you know you can't stop it and just surrender, letting your stomach curl and spew like a cock spews, each convulsion like a pulsing orgasm.

\"Good girl. Lynden was a good girl and loved puking on cock.\" Brittany kisses me again on the lips, \"Imagine how intense it felt for her when it wasn't a cock going down, but that sweet thing coming up all the way from her bum.\"

('keep fucking me')

\"Let's play some more. We have all night.\" Brittany slides three fingers over my tongue to massage its root until my stomach convulses again, my pussy sucks the tadpole deep, and I shower her arm with vodka and juice, and it feels so good.

We play, and drink, and cum so many times.

More people arrive to join the party, and Brittany walks me through my house. We watch people fucking and indulging in perverted things all over my house. Most are strangers to me, other people I've seen around town, even a few from my high school. I wonder how many know how this is going to end, then I see Alicia, a girl I sat beside in grade eleven math two years ago.

\"Myn.\" she says to me as I walk with Brittany, unsteady on my feet, my latest drink in my hand, \"You don't have to do this.\"

\"I know.\" I say as Brittany hugs me from behind, reaching around and playing with my nipples. I can't help but smile at Alicia; she knows what this party is really for.

\"Life is precious, Mynden.\" she says.

I giggle; \"It's my party and I'll die if I want to.\"

Brittany giggles in my ear. Alicia frowns.

The house is filling up, getting warmer, starting to stink of sex and sweat, pee and regurgitated booze. It's louder too, boys moaning, girls crying out, some screaming, other girls being violently sick. Some girls sick-up from cocks in their throats, some from being drunk, some are throat fucked with fingers like I was, some do it to themselves to get rid of the booze in their bellies, some just because it feels good. It's all a glowing sexy nightmare to me. A happy horny nightmare that is making my legs weak.

I feel like I'm floating as I move through the house, Brittany playing with my body as we tour and I drink more. My belly sloshes with the vodka and fruit juice I've drank and I'm enjoying what Brittany is doing to me. She started with one finger, then two, now three on my bumhole, not penetrating, just massaging, and it feels so good.

When I stop to watch two girls masturbating to orgasm on my bed, Brittany presses against my back, her encircling hands cupping my plump belly down low.

\"You had a big dinner last night.\" she whispers.

\"All my favourite things.\" I answer and moan as she palpates my belly. Then she steers me back toward the master bedroom.

\"Time to get you clean.\" she whispers in my ear, \"By getting you very dirty.\"

\"Make me a dirty girl?\"

\"Yes, and then we'll make you a good girl like Lynden. You like that idea?\"

\"Mm-hmm\"

\"You're dripping.\"

\"Make me drip.\" and she keeps massaging my belly and making me hornier as we move through the house, past the messes my mom will find, \"Smells pukey.\"

\"Oh, baby. You're going to add so much to it.\" she says as we enter the ensuite and she takes my drink from me.

\"When it gets hard.\"

\"Yes. When it gets hard and you want it like Lynden wanted it.\"

('keep fucking me')

So dizzy, so disoriented. Then I'm on my knees, my bum high, the side of my face resting on the cool tiles. The nozzle in my bum is vibrating and hot water is filling my belly, swelling it.

\"... god ... it's so good ...\" I whimper.

\"Here..\" Brittany says and I open my eyes. She's holding something under my nose that smells like dirty socks.

\"Sniff deep. Really deep.\"

When I do the heat in my belly floods my entire body and I feel my bumhole loosen like sex magic. Brittany knows it's hungry and helps me to my knees, water sloshing in my heavy belly.

The thing I lower myself down onto is thick and slippery, but another sniff of dirty socks opens me and I slide down on it, letting it slide deep up my bum and Brittany is holding it and it fucks me like a machine.

And I'm cumming. And my belly is sloshing as this artificial cock pounds and thumps inside me.

\"Gonna churn it up, Myn.\" Brittany says as she grips my hands to steady me, \"Gonna get you clean.\"

\"Did Lynden like this?\" I ask in a quavering voice.

\"Lynden loved it.\"

I come hard and while I'm still vibrating, Brittany guides me off it and onto the floor. One of the boys is there and he fucks me like I'm a dog and pounds me so hard I piss when I cum and get lost in the brutal orgasmic sensations.

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I'm so drunk, weaving on the toilet moaning as Brittany steadies me and my guts gush from my bum.

\"I'm dying.\" I tell her, not complaining, just enjoying this explosive flushing of my belly.

\"No you're not. Just getting you clean and loose.\" she whispers, \"It'll be worth it, sweetie. It's going to feel so good.\"

Then in the walk-in shower, Brittany using the shower head to fill me up again, then handing it to me to rinse my body.

\"Drink.\" she says, \"Drink lots of hot water.\"

And I know why.

Then I feel her hands soaping my body, twirling my nipples, massaging my bumhole as I gush clear. It's loose and open now and I don't think it will ever close again. Rinsing me. Patting me dry. She plays dress-up with me and pulls sexy nylons up my legs, \"For the show\" she says, then lays me face down on the cool tiles, a fresh towel under my face. I'm half on my belly, my knees drawn up, the drunk feeling keeping me in a sensual dream. Someone lifts my chin and helps me drink more. It's cold and sweet and feels so good sliding down my throat, but what feels better are the soft fingers massaging my bumhole.

\"Sleep, baby. Just go to sleep now. You'll wake up to the best feelings ever.\"

The sounds and smells of the orgy in my house penetrate my dream. The smells of pussy, open rectums, and barfed up alcohol waft in around me, the sounds of a girl desperately screaming her declarations of gratitude, another heaving wetly, another repeating over and over that she wants more and wants it deeper. One that sets my imagination wild; a girl grunting \"Poke me! Poke me deep!\"

I want to be poked. I want to be poked deep.

All of this accompanying the delicious sensations of soft fingers in my pussy keeping me loose and horny and through it all the deep snorts of dirty socks and the sips of cold vodka and juice.

Then I discover something better than fingers; Brittany's fingers replaced by her tongue and lips. Oh god, nothing feels better than someone eating your bumhole. Her tongue licking and probing then sinking inside to lick and wriggle, then her lips closing and sucking, at first gently then harder as though she's trying to unroll my rectum inside out, pulling it from the bottom of my belly into her mouth.

It's a sexual, hypnotic sensation and puts me in such a delirious horny place. The coolness of the tiles like the softest cushion under my soft body, a body willing and ready for anything, a body that curls in gentle orgasm over and over as her tongue probes and her lips suck me there. The warm embrace of sleep swallows me as my bum is eaten so sweetly. This is heaven. Surely it is.

It feels like so much time has passed when I am pulled from the darkest place of my dream by a new sensation.

My body is twisted on the floor now, one leg drawn up and my chest and face still flat on the cool tiles and the towel. There's something moving inside me. It's not as thick as Brittany's dildo or the boy's cock but harder than her tongue. And smoother; so much smoother. It feels like oiled silk gliding back and forth in my rectum, reawakening orgasmic feeling that still tremble in my empty bowels. At first I think it's just part of the dream, but as it persists and I feel it stroking inside me, incrementally going deeper with each push and pull, I realize what it is.

I hear fresh voices murmuring in the ensuite, stage-whispered calls from the bedroom;

\"... it's starting ...\"

\"... she's doing it ...\"

\"... it's happening now ...\"

Oh yes, let it happen now.

I feel Brittany's breath on my ear, and sniff the scent of dirty socks deep into my lungs as this shaft of slick silk glides without resistance inside me.

\"This is what Lynden felt, Myn.\" she whispers, \"This is what she wanted more than anything.\"

And I know this is the beginning of the end of my party.

The room grows warmer from the added bodies as people gather to watch, yet the tiles remain cool on my skin. My last snort of the thing in Brittany's hand has relaxed my body even more, my flaccid abused belly slumping like a puddle of flesh filling the triangle formed by my thigh and my body, my nipples growing tight and tingling. My head resting near the toilet and the murmuring voices gathered around the doorway. They are watching my bum and whoever is moving the silky shaft inside me.

I try to pretend I'm still asleep, lying still, measuring my breathing, just letting this pleasure flow through me as it climbs up my core.

I feel the slippery shaft open the sphincter at the top of my rectum and slide into my colon. And oh my, I've never felt anything so deep, and the need for it to go deeper is growing like a hunger in my belly. I hear Lynden's voice again

('keep fucking me')

Yes.

Oh yes.

Keep fucking me too.

I remember from school that the small intestine is a tangle of ropes in the centre of our bellies and the large colon wraps around it like a picture frame. I remember both enemas Brittany gave me making that knowledge real for me, the water gushing and burbling up the left side of my belly, filling it to the top then gurgling across and down the other side. And now the effortless gliding of the shaft inside me is gently pulling my fat colon from my left side toward the centre to align it with my core. I feel the paper thin membranes that held it in place tearing painlessly.

I can no longer pretend I'm asleep and begin to moan, feeling my belly being rearranged inside me becomes my world.

\"... oh god ...\"

\"Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.\" I hear Brittany's calm voice encourage the person who is fucking me with the slippery smooth shaft, and I feel my belly growing even hungrier. I open my eyes a slit and see strangers watching me.

I close my eyes again as the slippery silk pushes deeper and I know it's almost under my belly button, straightening my bowels to align with my stomach so full of vodka and juice.

\"... oh yes ... yes ... uh-huh ...\" and my belly's hunger is growing stronger, and Brittany lays her hand on my bum, and the thing sliding in my core keeps edging deeper.

\"... oh my god ...\" I never want this to end, I want this to last forever. Then my orgasm starts to bloom in my core and the sensation of being so deeply penetrated excites me and I cry out as the tip starts sliding in and out under my belly button. I feel my pussy clench and my bumhole opens wider - it's so hungry for more.

I'm so hungry for more.

Brittany squeezes my bum and it calms me.

\"... oh my god ... that feels so good ...\" I tell her.

It slides deeper still and that excitement rushes back. It's deeper now, past my belly button, pumping faster, churning my insides. I feel my building orgasm again, this time through my entire core. I'm crying out incoherently as it gets closer to my stomach, setting that bloated sac quivering at the bottom of my gullet.

\"... ungh-ungh-ungh ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!\" I cry out, wanting everyone to know, \"I'm cumming-ng-ng!\" and scream my way through an orgasm that tightens my belly and curls my toes.

As I come down from my peak I know it's time.

The slippery silk is still slithering inside me, creeping closer to my stomach as it thrusts and pulls back to thrust again. I feel the sharp tip poking the delicate flesh of my bowel, nudging my stomach full of vodka, juice, and swallowed spit.

\"Guys? Guys?\" I cry out, \"... guys-guys-guys ... oh, hurry.\"

And the sharp tip rips through my colon and the tip presses against my full stomach and makes me heave a wet burp, the fresh taste of vodka and juice wetting my tongue. And I need it now, I need it like Lynden needed it.

('keep fucking me')

\"Make it hard!\" I beg and I'm rewarded with that final deep thrust, puncturing my stomach and thrusting inside it.

I'm skewered now from bumhole to gullet and another orgasm explodes in my belly, throbbing electric right through my core, and I vomit hard, ejaculating like a cock ejaculates, vanishing into the throes of an orgasm that completely overwhelms me. The totality of this orgasm is a violent ecstasy I could only imagine when I watched and listened to Lynden on the video, watched and listened to all those other girls, wondering how many of the girls watching me in this moment of intense bliss will want to follow me here.

The slippery silk pushes deeper and blocks my throat now, plugging it as my stomach keeps heaving, my bowels keep squirming around it, my toes curling and my body quivering in this mind-blowing ecstasy.

\"There she goes.\" Brittany's voice is the last thing I hear, not knowing if it is a memory from Lynden's video or said for me right now. I know I've lived my best life in a single night.

It was my party after all.

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