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There's a Bad Bloom On the Rise	By : jackrabbit Category: +S through Z > W.I.T.C.H. Views: 6167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4 --- Cleanliness Is Next to Horniness

The two girls exchanged long kisses, while using their hands on each other. Bloom massaged Irma’s tits, while Irma reached under Bloom’s skirt and gently rubbed her pussy through the panties.
Bloom had to bend her head quite a bit in order to kiss Irma, given the younger girl’s smaller stature. She giggled. “You’ve shrunk since the last time I fucked you.”
“Sorry about that. Will isn’t here, so I can’t transform to the size you remember. You’re stuck with the little me.”
Bloom stroked her hair. “Well, I suppose I can live with it.” She kneeled and lifted the bottom of Irma’s blouse, kissing the other girl’s bare stomach and grabbing her ass with the other hand. Bloom let the blouse fall against the top of her head, then unzipped Irma’s shorts and ran both hands up through the legs, squeezing the ass cheeks with only the panties as a barrier.
Bloom prepared to pull the shorts down, but Irma stopped her. “Wait. Before we actually take anything off, let me lock all the doors.” She locked the door to her own room, then went through the bathroom to the guest room and locked that door as well. “Now we can do whatever we want.”
“I thought you were just going to lock the door to the bathroom on that side.”
“Locking the outer door is better, so that my little shit of a brother can’t go into that room and listen at the bathroom door. This way we don’t have to be so quiet.”
Now that Irma was back in position, Bloom pulled the shorts and panties down in one movement, then kissed Irma’s bare pussy.
“Ooooooh.”
Bloom kissed Irma’s inner thighs as she reached up and unbuttoned the blouse. Irma shrugged it off and was now wearing nothing but a bra. Bloom gently turned her around, unclasped the bra, and tossed it aside. She reached around the smaller girl and squeezed her nipples, then ran her hands down Irma’s sides, finally smacking both ass cheeks.
Then it was Irma’s turn. The smaller girl pulled Bloom’s face down for another kiss, then pulled the top over her head. Irma squeezed Bloom’s tits through the bra, then turned the taller girl around as had been done with her. She unhooked the bra and cast it aside. With her shorter arms, reaching around on both sides to fondle the tits was more difficult, but she managed. She then turned Bloom around again and licked each of the nipples.
Irma reached under Bloom’s skirt and pulled the panties down. Then she reached under and stroked the pussy as she sucked the tits alternately. Bloom bent her head over until it lightly bumped against Irma’s. “Ohhhhhhhh.” She writhed slightly as Irma stimulated her at both ends.
Finally, Irma unzipped Bloom’s skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then she took the other girl’s hand and led her to the bathtub. After drawing the water, Irma filled it with bubbles.
Bloom got in first, with Irma in front of her. The two of them just sat there for a while, enjoying the warmth. Irma moved her head to the side and leaned back, so that the two of them were cheek-to-cheek. Occasionally they faced each other, a little awkwardly, and kissed. Then they got on their knees in a facing position so they could soap each other up on top. Irma gathered bubbles in her cupped hands and applied them to Bloom’s luscious tits, while the other girl did the same with her smaller ones.
After the tits were nice and clean, not to mention stimulated, at Irma’s urging Bloom changed position so that her submerged body parts could be soaped up. She partially lifted herself up out of the water and hung one of her legs over the side of the tub to spread her legs wider. Irma happily soaped up everything in the pelvic area, inner thighs and pussy all the way around to Bloom’s awesome ass. She paid particular attention to the asshole, while Bloom moaned erratically.
Then Bloom cleaned Irma’s naughty bits, spending an equal amount of time on them. Irma laid her head on Bloom’s shoulder and gasped while she was being manipulated.
After a while, Bloom pronounced Irma clean and they prepared for the next step. Just as Bloom prepared to switch to a dick, there was a thump and muffled “Ow!” from across the room.
“What the fuck?!” Irma exclaimed. They looked in the direction of the sounds to find that the door underneath the sink was open and there was a foot sticking out of it. Irma recognized the blinky-light shoes that she had given Chris for his birthday. The foot quickly receded back into the space, but the door was still wide open.
Irma flew into a rage. “Chris, you little shit!” She climbed out of the bathtub and stomped over to the sink, dripping soapy water all over the floor. “I’m going to rip your little nuts off!” She flung the doors wide open and there was Chris, wrapped around the sink and pipes in an impossibly contorted position. “Come out of there! It’s time for you to die now!”
With great difficulty, Chris crawled out from under the sink. He stood there nervously, eyeing Irma’s fists clenching and unclenching. “If you kill me, you’re gonna be grounded until you’re an old lady.”
“Much as I want to, I’m not gonna snuff you. I’m going to march you down and have you explain to Mom why you were watching me take a bath.”
“Yeah, let’s do that. Let’s go down and tell her that I was watching you take a bath with another girl. I’m not sure why that’s bad, but I know Mom thinks it is.”
“That doesn’t matter. You still aren’t supposed to... I mean, you can’t...” Irma finally ran down, realizing that it did matter, at least to her mom.
Finally she sighed. “All right, I won’t tell on you if you won’t tell on me. Now get your rotten little ass out of here so I can finish my bath in peace.”
Chris grinned. “Oh, no. You don’t get off that easy. You have to do a lot more than that.”
“So it’s blackmail. Okay, let’s go downstairs and confess then. Dad always says that once you give in to a blackmailer, they own you.” She grabbed Chris by the arm and headed for the door, not even bothering to put her clothes on.
“Wait, wait!” Chris exclaimed in panic. “I don’t really want that much! I swear!”
She stopped and looked at him in exasperation. “Well, what do you want?”
“I, uh, want to touch you.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “Where?”
“Oh, come on, Irma,” Bloom said from the tub. “Where do you think?”
“I want him to spell it out. We’re in negotiation here.” She glared at Chris. “Well?”
He pointed. “There. There. There.” The indicated areas were pretty much the expected ones. “I’ve seen you without your clothes a few times and it makes me feel funny. I just wonder what those places feel like. And I want to get a better look. It’s hard to see much from under there.” He pointed back to his hiding place.
“How many times have you spied on me, anyway?”
“Just a few, I swear.”
“Why on earth did you kick the door open?” Bloom asked. “You would have gotten away with it this time too.”
He looked embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to. I got a cramp.”
Irma sighed again. “All right, let’s get this over with. I guess the bath was about over anyway.” She grabbed a towel and handed it to him. “Dry me off, then we’ll go in the bedroom and you can touch me. But you have to promise that’ll be the end of it.”
“I promise, but what about her?” He pointed at Bloom. “I wanna touch her too.”
“Bloom isn’t part of this deal,” Irma snapped. “I’m the one you’re blackmailing. She won’t get in trouble if you tell.”
“It’s okay, Irma,” Bloom said. “I don’t mind. He can touch me if he wants.” She pulled the plug in the bathtub and climbed out. “Dry me off too, Chris.”
Now that Chris was getting what he wanted, he was nervous and hesitant. He used the towel to dry the girls off, but didn’t actually touch bare flesh. Even so, it was still thrilling to know that such interesting and exotic stuff was just on the other side of a thin layer of cloth. He could feel the contours through the towel, if not the texture.
“Ow, take it easy,” Irma said. “The places you’re rubbing are sensitive.”
Chris was too short to reach all of Irma, much less the taller Bloom, so both had to kneel so he could complete toweling them off.
Finally the two girls were more or less dry, so Irma took Chris by the hand and led him to her bed, then sat down on it. “Okay, here we are, ya little terrorist.” Bloom plopped down beside her.
After a couple of false starts, Chris reached out a shaking hand and touched Irma’s tit. As small as it was, he could get his hand completely around it. He poked the nipple. “I know what this part is for. Babies drink milk out of it. I saw Aunt Casey giving Mickey some. Does yours have milk in it?”
“Not at the moment.”
With his other hand, an emboldened Chris handled one of Bloom’s tits, without letting go of Irma’s. “Whoa, this one is way softer. And bigger too. I bet it would have a lot of milk in it.” He tentatively squeezed the tit and marvelled at how it changed shape under pressure.
“She’s older than I am,” Irma said. “Mine are supposed to get soft like that too later on. And bigger.”
Chris hardly heard what she said, fascinated by Bloom’s tit. It just had so much movement. He could make it go in all directions, and when he let go it would jiggle and bounce like flubber until it found a resting place. He noticed that if he bent the nipple over, it would pop back up when he let go. He did the same thing with Irma’s nipple, and it responded the same way. “Cool.”
“You can suck it if you want,” Bloom said softly.
“But I thought it didn’t have any milk in it.”
“It doesn’t, but it feels really nice for the girl when you do it. It shows you care about her when you make her feel good.”
“Here’s how you do it,” Irma said. She took her brother’s hand off Bloom’s tit and demonstrated licking and sucking it, while gently squeezing it at the same time.
“Ooooohhh,” Bloom moaned, closing her eyes.
“See how she likes it?” Irma pointed to the nipple. “Look at what I did to it. It’s all stiff now.”
Chris poked the nipple, then did the same to the other one for comparison. “Weird.”
“Now you do the other one.”
Chris took the other tit and imitated what he had seen Irma do. It took a little longer due to his clumsiness, but he managed to make a hard nipple too. “Look at that. I did it.”
“Now let’s both do her.”
Irma and Chris both worked Bloom’s tits, while the older girl moaned and placed her hands on their heads. Then Chris and Bloom worked Irma’s, getting a similar response. Chris was amazed at how much his sister enjoyed what he was doing.
Finally Bloom quit and had pull Chris away so that Irma could catch her breath. “So now you know how tits work,” Irma said, still breathing hard. “What do you want to play with now?”
“He could feel our asses,” Bloom said. “I like guy hands on my ass. Little ones would be interesting.” She crawled onto the bed and laid face down. Irma laid beside her. Then they adjusted themselves at an angle, so that they could kiss, yet Chris could get between them.
Irma felt his small hand on her ass. She hadn’t expected to be aroused by that, but she was. Perhaps it was just holdover excitement from the tit-sucking. She looked back to see that Bloom was also getting a tentative fondle with the other hand.
As Irma laid there, it occurred to her that it would be a good idea to get Chris to concentrate on Bloom rather than her. That might be safer if they got caught. Mom would get upset about a second-grader being with naked girls at all, but feeling up his own sister would be worse. And Bloom had a much better body anyway.
She raised herself from the prone position and kneeled beside Chris on the bed, then started what was basically a guided tour of girl goodies. First she had Bloom spread her legs wide, placing Chris and her between them. Then she had Chris place a hand on each of Bloom’s ass cheeks and work them around. “Spank her.”
Chris looked at her in surprise. “What did she do?”
“It’s not for punishment, it’s for fun. Don’t do it hard, though. Light smacks make her all tingly.”
Chris gave Bloom’s ass a whack, receiving a “Oh!” in response. At encourgement from Irma, he did it a few more times, distributing the blows equally on both sides.
Then Irma spread Bloom’s ass cheeks wider, giving a better view of the asshole. “This is another fun place. Ever hear somebody say ‘where the sun don’t shine’?”
“Isn’t that where poop comes out?”
“Of course, silly. You know that. You have one of these yourself.”
“But I can’t see mine.” He took a closer look.
“You can touch it if you want,” Bloom said.
“Do you promise you won’t poop on me?”
Bloom laughed. “I promise.”
Chris gingerly poked the asshole with a finger. Irma took his hand and put pressure on it, causing an equal pressure on the sphincter. She continued pushing until the tip of his finger disappeared inside, up to the first joint. Then she let him pull out.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Bloom moaned.
“Girls like things to go up in there?”
“Some of them do,” Irma confirmed. She noticed that Chris was eyeing Bloom’s pussy, as he had been doing occasionally. “Let’s show you another place where girls like to put things.”
Bloom turned over so that he had a better view, then spread her legs equally wide, again with Chris and Irma between them.
Irma just let him study the pussy for a while, since he had never seen one and hadn’t been through Sex Ed to know what it was for.
Chris tentatively reached out a hand and poked Bloom’s clit. Hard.
She winced. “Ow!”
“Damn it, Chris,” Irma said. “I told you girl stuff was sensitive.”
He hung his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Just be gentle until you know how it works.” She took his hand and manipulated it to stroke the pussy, staying away from the clit for a moment.
“Wow,” he marveled, “that’s even softer than the boobie.”
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” At his nod, Irma continued. “When you touch it, she feels good too, as long as you aren’t rough.” She extended two of his fingers, then folded back the other two. She stroked the lips with his fingers, followed by the clit, much gentler than before, resulting in a “Ummmmmm” from Bloom this time. Irma then put the fingers inside Bloom, making a circular motion to let him feel all the way around the circumference of the love tunnel.
He was even more fascinated now. “It’s really slippery in there. And there’s more room than the other hole.”
“This one is meant to have things go inside it. The other one really isn’t, though we do it anyway.” Irma looked at her little brother carefully. “Do you want to make her feel really good?”
“Sure. I like her. She’s nice.”
“Okay.” Irma pulled his fingers out. “Make a fist.” When he obeyed, she looked at it carefully, evaluating the size of it. She finally decided it was small enough. “Keep it that way for a while.” She placed his fist up against the opening. “See if it will go inside. Push. But not hard.”
Chris did as he was told. With a little effort, the fist went inside.
Bloom threw her head back. “Uhhhhh.”
“Can you take it, Bloom?”
“Yeah, I think so,” the older girl said, breathing hard.
“Okay, Chris,” Irma said, “try to push it in farther. As far as it will go. But still be careful not to hurt her. Take it slow.”
Chris shoved his fist farther into Bloom, continuing until he hit a soft obstacle. “I can’t go any farther.”
“Okay, you’re up against the back wall. Now start pulling it back. But stop before it comes all the way out again.”
Chris performed the outstroke, stopping just inside the opening. At Irma’s direction, he sent the fist in again. Then back out.
“Do you get the idea now?” Irma asked. “Just keep doing that. In and out. She loves it.”
Chris continued thrusting his hand deep into Bloom. Now that he had established a rhythm, Irma kissed Bloom and sucked her tits, while gently rubbing the clit with her fingers.
“Ooooohhhhh,” was Bloom’s response.
After a little while, Irma stepped up the pace. “Do it a little faster now, Chris.”
At the added stimulation, Bloom gasped and started rolling her head around, making still more inarticulate noises. Irma couldn’t kiss her any more, since her face was moving around too much, so she just continued her concentration on the nipples and clit.
A few minutes later and Irma decided it was time for the final push. “As fast as you can now, Chris.”
Chris started pumping his hand in and out of Bloom as rapidly as he could make it move. Before too long, he was starting to breathe hard from the exertion. “My arm is getting kinda tired.”
“How close are you, Bloom?”
By this point, Bloom could hardly talk. “Not...uhhhhhh...long...nggggggah...now. Ohhhhhhh.” Chris kept fist-fucking. Irma continued playing with the clit.
“Not long” turned out to be about half a minute. Without warning, Bloom cried out and arched her back. Irma quickly told Chris to stop.
Chris was alarmed by the convulsive movement inside Bloom. “Her hole is trying to eat my hand!”
Irma had to laugh. “No, no, that’s normal. Your hand is safe.”
Finally Bloom ran down and laid there breathless.
Chris was concerned. “Is she okay? Did I hurt her?”
“She’s fine. You made her really happy. But you can pull your hand out now.”
After Bloom recovered, she sat up and smiled at Chris. “Thank you. That was really nice of you.” As he basked in the praise, she went on. “I should see what I can do for you.” She pulled him toward her and pressed his face into her tit again. He got the idea and started sucking as he had before. “Don’t be alarmed,” she said after a minute or two. “I just need to check something.” She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand into his shorts. He was surprised, but did not protest, trusting her not to hurt him.
“Just like I thought,” Bloom told Irma after she felt around inside the shorts. “He’s too young for a hardon.”
“I think I read somewhere that the first one is around eleven.”
“So I can’t do anything for him. He can’t get off. His interest wasn’t sexual, just curiosity.” She pulled Chris away from her tit. “Did you have fun? Did you get enough playing with girl stuff?”

He nodded. “Sure, it was cool.”
“So are we done?” Irma asked. “Nobody tells on anyone else? You promise?” He nodded again. “Okay, then go play nintendo or something. And wash your hand and arm before you leave. We don’t want you smelling like pussy.”
He looked bewildered. “Why would I smell like the cat?”
“Never mind. Go wash.”
After he did so, Irma checked the hall, then let him out.
As Irma returned to the bed, Bloom sighed. “Well, we got sidetracked, but I got an orgasm out of it. Let’s work on yours. Do you want to fuck or be fucked?”
“Well, I don’t have much choice without Will. She’s the only way I can have a dick.”
“That’s not true. You know I can give you one. I did that a bunch of times at Alfea.”
“I know, but after what happened yesterday I’m kinda nervous about winx being used on me right now. You fuck me.”
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Chapter 4 --- Cleanliness Is Next to Horniness