“What’ ya think?”

Stupid question, typical answer. Anna never answers my questions. Whatever they did to Anna must have hurt a lot, because she screamed so loud I heard it even through the phones. Her face was still all red from crying and her eyes swollen, when I entered her room.

They had sent Otto with Terry to the Mall, but I didn’t want to go, so Mommy allowed me to see ‘Shrek’ on her computer in the basement.

“Don’t take off the earphones,” she had said, when she went upstairs with the nice lady. She must have been a doctor or something, because she was carrying one of these bags, they always carry around.

She had asked me how old I am and when I told her, she said, “Four years to go.” I didn’t understand, what she meant.

“A lot to cut?”

“Too early to say, isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily. May I see?”

“Honey, would you mind taking off your panties and show Mrs. Kahn your girly parts? She just checks if everything is alright with you.”

I still didn’t understand, what they were talking about, but I knew, I didn’t want Mommy do see the inside of my panties as I haven’t changed them in three days.

“But why? They looked at it in school this autumn already.”

“Because that’s different, Mrs. Kahn is a specialist. That’s also, why she’s here: To make Anna all beautiful.”

I didn’t like the sound of that, so I’d rather took my panties off.

“Agh, Josie.”

I don’t know why Mommy always makes a fuss about dirty underwear. And it wasn’t so bad either, just some yellow and white stuff.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Kahn.”

“Oh, that’s all right. I’ve seen worse and in young girls it doesn’t smell so bad, doesn’t it? Sit on the couch, young lady and open your legs. Yes, that’s good. Now, what do we have here?”

I had to giggle, she touched my good spot and it felt like when Mommy washed me down there. She doesn’t do it often nowadays, as she says, I’m a big girl now. That’s also, why I’m not allowed to bathe with Otto any more. But when I wash myself, it never feels so good.

“What a nice pussy you have, child.”

We were never allowed to say ‘pussy’.

“Well, Mrs. Adams, as you can see her inner lips are not quite pronounced yet, but her hood is already rather prominent, so I’m afraid, we have our work cut out there.”

They both started to laugh and Mommy told me to put my panties back on. I had hoped the nice lady would keep on touching me, but they sent me off to the basement.

Of course I didn’t put the earphones on. But when I heard Anna’s first scream, it really frightened me and I quickly covered my ears with them. Although I pressed my hands against the phones I still could hear Anna through the sounds of the film. So I started singing and put my hands between my legs, like I do when I’m sick. I bobbed back and forth on the chair. That made my hands rub against me and it felt good and I stopped thinking, why hurting Anna would make her beautiful. And then it became quiet and that was even creepier. Finally I heard the door go and Mommy phoning and running around upstairs. I so wanted to see Anna.

“Otto has managed to ruin his bike. Aunt Sylvie will bring her truck so we can pick them up. Anna is sleeping now, so leave her alone. Do you understand?”

I waited till I heard them leave. Anna wasn’t sleeping. She looked at me with blood shot eyes. Surprisingly she didn’t kick me out right away.

I had started stroking her wet hair.

“Poor ginger cat.”

That’s what Mommy says when we are sick. We three girls are all redheads like Mommy.

“My genes were stronger than your Daddies’.”

She always laughs when she says that. Only Otto is different. She calls him her mocha boy. Terry calls him Macho boy, which he doesn’t like.

“Poor ginger cat.”

Anna had started crying, her head turned into the pillow.

“Don’t cry, otherwise I have to start crying as well.”

If anyone starts crying, I immediately join in. Well, not anyone, just us. The worst was when Mommy cried like she did, when she heard that Otto’s Daddy had died in Iraq or something. I couldn’t stop crying for a whole day.

So I tried to be brave this time and just let the tears roll down my face without hiccupping too much. But the tears still fell on Anna’s face and she looked up.

“Why you’re crying?”

“I don’t know ... I don’t like it when they hurt you.”

Now that really got me going. I was crying so much that I was shaking all over. Anna sat up and took me in her arms.

“Ouch.”

She had stopped crying herself, but her face crunched up, as soon as she moved.

“It’s okay, Joe. Mrs. Kahn gave me some pills and it should stop hurting any time now. And Mom said in three days I’ll be as good as new.”

Anna called me Joe ... on good days, whereas Mommy called me Josie. Otto didn’t call me anything, since he became ten and started to ignore all girls. Terry called me ‘nuisance’. So ‘Joe’ was alright, I guess, even though it was somehow a boy’s name. But I preferred playing with boys anyway, the rougher the better. Two days ago I took a good swing at Billy the Bully, as we call him, when he tried to kick Sam, although Sam was already lying on the ground. Billy was bleeding from his nose afterwards and I was mighty proud. But now both ignore me and the girls don’t like me anyway. Thinking about that made me cry even more.

“Would you stop crying now!”

That sounded more like Anna.

“Can I see it?”

I was down to a sniffle.

“No.”

It was the kind of ‘no’, she always uses, when I want to use her I-Pod, which she got on her twelve birthday ten days ago.

I put on my ‘I’m going to start crying again’ face.

“Ok, I show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Why you wanna see mine?”

“Because … it’s only fair.”

I desperately wanted to see how she looked down there after the lady made her beautiful but I wasn’t so sure I wanted Anna to see me naked. Mommy was very strict about that. Even as little kids we had to put on clothes, except for bathing time.

“Ok, … because you got something I don’t have any more.”

Now I was curious.

“Ok. But you first.”

She pulled away the cover. Under her nightie she had something like a nappy, only thinner and one could see a dark spot in the front. I wasn’t so sure anymore I wanted to see this.

“You have to help me. It opens here and here and that’s also how it closes again.”

I felt all squeamish to my stomach like before throwing up.

“Joe, don’t freak out on me, ok?”

I must have looked mighty troubled.

“I really don’t need you to get all hysterical. Mom warned me it doesn’t look very pretty yet. Because it still has to heal.”

Somehow that calmed me down. Slowly I peeled down the front covering expecting the worst. Well, it was cross, but not as bad as I’d imagined. There was a little bit of blood seeping from the top, but everything was swollen and one couldn’t see much, where it came from. Everything was painted in brown stuff. I was more impressed by the little tuft of hair on top of her pussy, which I saw for the first time. I wanted to touch it.

“How does it look?”

She sounded worried.

“One can’t see anything, all is brown and puffy.”

“That’s the disinfectant. I try to open it and you look inside.”

When she touched the sides of her pussy, she flinched and pulled back.

“Uhuh, shit that hurts, I can’t do it. You have to do it.”

I still wanted to see what was inside, but touching it? I once took Mommy’s small mirror and looked at my pussy, but I wasn’t impressed. When I opened the lips I could see my hole, where the pee comes out and on top a funny skin part, where my good spot hides, but otherwise …

“I get the mirror so you can see for yourself …”

I jumped off the bed and was relieved to run around for some time. Somehow I felt all strange since I looked at Anna’s pussy. My panties were wet like I had peed myself a bit. And my good spot just tickled on its own without anyone touching it.

I put the mirror in front of Anna’s pussy till she saw herself.

“Ok, slowly and don’t stop even if I cry …”

My face was really close and now I recognised the strange hospital smell, which I knew from Otto’s accident. And there was also a smell like when milk had spilt unto the stove.

Anna hissed and whimpered.

“There are stitches on top like with Otto’s head and there is blood, but down here …”

“Ouch, ouch …”

I looked up, but although she was complaining it was obvious that she was fascinated by what she saw in the mirror.

“ … there are just these two black strips left and right of your hole.”

“It’s all gone, my clit, everything’s gone …”

She sounded like she would cry again, so I took my hands away.

“No, I wanted to see it …”

She nearly shouted.

“I think I heard Aunt Sylvie’s car.”

In reality I just wanted her not to cry and … I don’t know, it felt like I had to hold myself between the legs again, really tight, otherwise I would explode. So I jumped from the bed and brought the mirror back to the bathroom.

“No cheating.”

Anna’s shout reached me, while I tried to put the mirror back on the board and the corner of the wash basin rubbed against my crotch and it felt like when I touched the open wire at our grand uncle’s farm. Only this time it was like the electricity had gone into the top of my pussy.

“What did you do?”

I must have looked embarrassed.

“Nothing.”

“Come here.”

Suddenly she reached under my skirt and touched my pussy.

“What …”

“You’re wet! Seeing my cut pussy got you wet, you little freak.”

The pills must have started to work, because she was as mean as ever.

“No, it didn’t.”

“And Mom isn’t coming either. You just don’t want to hold up your end of the bargain.”

I don’t know, when she had started to speak all fancy like Terry, but it sure annoyed me. I pulled down my panties, jumped on the other side of the bed, so I sat opposite Anna, and opened my legs.

“Here. Happy now?”

“Yak. Do you ever wash down there? Your white stuff is all over the place. Wait till Mommy sees that.”

“She saw it anyway. The lady wanted to look at it.”

“So they’re gonna cut you too. You better make good use of it, while you still have it.”

“Use what?”

“Your clit, dummy.”

I must have looked really stupid, because she shuffled closer, huffing and puffing, holding the still open nappy between her legs.

“That.”

She touched my good spot and it felt again like when I hit the basin.

“You like that, ha?”

I had made a little yelp, my eyes felt like falling from my head and my mouth wouldn’t close anymore. She kept rubbing there rather strongly and somewhere behind my ears my head got really tight.

“I don’t have mine anymore, but I can always rub yours, because you’re a randy little bitch and you like it, when someone touches you there, don’t you?”

“We’re not allowed to say nasty words.”

It just slipped out between gasps of breath. I actually liked her to speak dirty. It made me feel really naughty.

“I’m a woman now, I can say anything I like.”

“No, you’re not. You first have to bleed and your hole has to be opened. That’s what Mommy said to Terry.”

“When?”

“Don’t stop, it felt …”

“When?”

“The other night, when they had the big fight. And Mommy said that she’s gonna check Terry’s hole every day now as she wants to make sure that something is not broken and brings a good prize, when she is sixteen.”

“Something’s not broken?”

She still held her finger close to my pussy. So I tried to move closer.

“I don’t know, …”

I put on my ‘pretty please’ face and my ‘puppy dog’ eyes and made the ‘come on’ noise.

“Hm, you want me to touch your clit again, ha? But first I really want to see it. Don’t look so stupid, pull back your skin …Oh my God … like that, dummy.”

It felt good and strange at the same time and then there was a pink knob showing out of my skin and when Anna touched it, my toes curled, I banged my fists on the bed and I started laughing.

“Does it tickle? In a really crazy way?”

Anna’s eyes were glowing and she had red spots on her cheeks. The front part of her bandage was lying between her knees and I could see the bloody spot. Her nightie was all bunched up and one of her newly grown boobs peeked out. Her nipple looked really big and hard. I don’t know why, but I really had to touch it.

She looked up astonished, while her finger didn’t stop circling, what she called my clit.

“Grab my nipple harder.”

We both had started breathing heavily. When she had used some of the white stuff to make the little knob slippery, the tickling had stopped, but instead it felt like my whole pussy wanted more and more of the touching and that she rubs faster and faster.

“Harder.”

I was worried, but also excited that she wanted me to really pinch her. So I used my fingernails. She groaned.

“Oh that hurts … no don’t stop … down there … it’s like my clit’s still there and wants to get out … ouchy, ouchy , ouchy … ”

She was bobbing back and forth, pressing with her finger against my clit, when moving forward, whimpering.

“It feels again like when they were cutting it … hurting so deep … so good, so good, … “

She groaned, leaned close to me, whispered though gritted teeth: “But I won’t come any more … never again … that’s what Mom said. Do you want to know, how it feels when they cut it off and you have your last orgasm?”

I couldn’t speak, I could barely breath, I was hot and sweaty, my pussy felt heavy and wet, I didn’t understand half of what she was talking about, but I simply nodded.

“Don’t stop pinching my nipple!”

The next moment a sweet pain took the last of my breath away. She must have squeezed my good spot really hard, because that’s where it started, but then it was everywhere: my backside just above my poop hole, the tips of my nipples, on top of my nose, in my hair like someone was yanking it really hard. And something was cramping in my belly. Again, and again. I must have screamed and she was also screaming and then we slowly fell sideways.

When she began stroking my pussy really slow and nice with her very wet hand, I stopped pinching her nipple.

“What’s that smell?” As if he was interested. “Can I go to Johnny, Mom?”

When Otto had disappeared, after nearly waking up Anna with his shouted questions, Terry looked around the corner.

“What ya doin’?”

“Just stroking her hair. She was crying, so I helped her fall asleep.”

Nearly not a lie. Terry had a strange look on her face. Like she felt sorry for Anna, but didn’t want to show it. And then it was gone and she looked her usual bitchy self, snorted and left.

Mommy came only much later. I was afraid she might shout because I was in Anna’s room, but she just sat down next to us and looked at her.

“Did she cry?”

I nodded.

“But when I said ‘Poor ginger cat’ she fell asleep.”

“Well done, Josie.”

She smiled. Mommy didn’t smile a lot.

“She will feel much better tomorrow … and in general, you will see. You take good care of her, because I have to work tonight and tomorrow. It’s one of this rich kid’s whole weekend bachelor parties and that means good money.”

She opened the window.

“Let’s get rid of some of that girlie smell, shall we? You close it again if it gets to cold.”

She was nearly out the door, when she turned around again.

“By the way Otto is with Johnny’s and don’t bother Terry: She is grounded, so she won’t be very sociable.”

Again one of those big words no one understands.

“And she better be good otherwise Mrs. Kahn will offer her a certain treatment when she takes out Anna’s stitches.”

Anna was her crouchy self, when she woke up the next morning and found me lying next to her in her bed. But she got better, when I fetched her breakfast. She liked treating me like her servant, so she kept me running up and down the stairs from the kitchen to her room.

“Naughty, naughty …,” she said, when she saw that I had slept without my panties just in my T-shirt.

“I think someone needs to be punished, for being such a little slut.”

She used again a really dirty word and somehow it made me feel all hot, although the room was quite cold as I had forgotten to close the window.

“As punishment for putting all your white stuff in my bed you will run to the kitchen and get me more orange juice … but you have to take off your T-shirt.”

“All naked?”

“Hmh, and perhaps your clitty gets a treat afterwards.”

That was it. Since I had woken up that morning I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s game. I had even crawled under the covers with a torch to see if I could look at her pussy again. Anna was lying on her back, her legs all apart. One side of her nappy had gotten loose and was hanging down, so I could look inside. It was still swollen, but one could see the stitches sticking out and thinking that it was there where her clitty once had been, made me breathe really hard. But then she woke up ...

“Look at that. Do your nipples like the cold air?”

She twisted them a little and it felt like something pulled at the top of my pussy.

I nearly spilt the juice I was running so fast through the house. I was smiling all over my face, when I came back, gave her the juice and jumped into the bed all shivering.

“Touch yourself between the legs and show me,” she said between gulps of orange juice.

My pussy was wet and my knob stood out hard. I looked at my wet fingers and put them to my nose.

“How does it smell?”

“Funky.” I laughed.

She took my hand and moved it close to her face. She frowned.

“You’re a dirty girl … you smell like you could use a bath. And I need to go to the loo anyway.”

I helped her out of the bed and she clung to me, while she shuffled her way to the bathroom ouching and grunting.

She sat on the loo and started whining: “I can’t. I have to, but I can’t. I’m so afraid it will hurt. Mom said, it will hurt, but that pee is good for the healing.”

“Shall I help you?”

“How?”

I turned on the water in the bath tub.

“It’s coming, owow, it’s burning, ow. But it’s not touching the top. You have to put it on the stitches.”

She took off her nightie, sitting there all naked. I liked seeing her little boobs and small bush.

“Come on. You have to get closer. I still have to pee and you have to put it up there.”

She had opened her lips and I could see the stitches, there was red and yellow stuff there.

“I’m not touching your pee.”

“But you have to, you promised Mom to take care of me.”

I shook my head.

“And I thought you wanted to play the game again.”

She smiled her wicked grin and she knew I would do anything to play the game again. So I put my hand there. She grunted and whimpered and then the hot stream hit my hand and I did my best to sprinkle it up between her lips.

“Ouch, ouch, this hurts.”

She jumped up still peeing and her pee went all over me. With a sigh she sat in the hot bath tub water, which turned yellow with her pee.

“Agh, better.”

She laughed, when she saw my horrified look, pee still dripping from my face.

“Come on in. Now we have to wash even more then your pussy.”

And wash she did. She had added some bubbles, because I had complained I didn’t want to sit in the yellow pee water. And then I forgot about it because she had me stand up and opened my pussy and washed every little nook of it. I giggled and it felt again like I would explode.

“Your clitty likes that! Look, how big it is. It’s as big as mine was just before Mrs.Kahn cut it away.”

I was afraid she would start crying again, but rather she looked happy fiddling around with mine.

“Is it sore a little bit from the pinching yesterday?”

Somehow she was right, but it still felt like a very good sore, so I nodded smiling.

“Let me kiss it better like Mom did when she said good bye to my clitty.”

First her lips touched it, then I felt a short flick of her tongue and I had to squeal and started shaking all over.

“Nonono, no coming yet, first we have to get you all clean.”

After rubbing the bubbles all over my body, she spent hours washing my hair, which had me nearly falling asleep, would it not have been for the feeling of her stiff nipples on my back and the throbbing feeling between my legs.

“How was it, when they cut it?”

She stopped massaging my scalp and pulled my legs to my chest.

“Mom had my head in her lap and pulled my legs just like that, so my pussy was very close to my face and I could see everything. I was so afraid, but still … I could smell Mom and that smell reminded me, in the old house, when we would all cuddle in bed with her, after all her customers were gone, you remember? So I felt safe, somehow. And then Mrs. Kahn was rubbing my pussy and it felt really good, but just when I thought I would come and I could see my clitty look back at me really big and red and shiny, she took that knife and cut it away. Just like that. She grabbed it with all the skin around and zip, it all was between her fingers, and first I screamed just because I was surprised and then I screamed because the blood was spurting all over me and then I screamed because it really hurt and then I screamed because it felt like the biggest orgasm ever. I don’t remember much afterwards, but I must have screamed and cried a lot, because I remember Mom holding her hand over my mouth and telling me again and again, how brave I am, how proud she is of me, how beautiful I will look afterwards, things like that …”

The bubbles had nearly disappeared and I could see my upturned pussy and tried to imagine how it would look like if someone would cut through that clitty, which looked even bigger now.

“Brr, I feel cold now. Let’s go under the covers and I show you how it feels when they hurt your pussy.”

That had me jump out of the tub and help Anna get dry and back into the bed naked as I was. I put on the heater and we were cuddling under the covers giggling, Anna holding my clit between her fingers, she pressing her pussy against my knee, although she kept saying that it hurt. I felt the stitches scratching my skin. Soon we were sweating and I had troubles breathing, because her fingers hurt and felt good at the same time.

“I don’t think that’s enough.”

Anna pushed back the covers and rummaged through all the medical stuff Mom had left at her nightstand. Suddenly she had a safety pin in her hand and grinned at me.

“You really want to know how it feels, when your clit gets cut off?”

I wasn’t so sure anymore, but my pussy was so heavy and my belly felt like it would get the crampy feeling any time, so I nodded.

“Sit at the head of the bed.”

She took some of the bandages and fixed my hands to the top of the bed.

“Pull up your legs.”

It felt really wicked showing my pussy like that, but when she fixed also my legs to the board I started worrying.

“So Terry doesn’t hear your screaming.”

Before I could object she stuffed my used panties into my mouth. The taste of my own pussy was strangely reassuring. Nevertheless I started shouting, when she came closer with the opened pin.

“Let’s first try this. These little nipples are really hard. Oops. How does that feel?”

Gee, that had hurt and at the same time my pussy had cramped and leaked so much fluid that I thought I had pissed myself. The pin was stuck half way through my nipple and I saw a little blood drop forming. She had stopped moving the pin and I had stopped screaming and looked at her with big eyes.

“Ready for the real thing?”

I certainly wasn’t ready for any more pain. But she looked at me all excited with her red cheeks and glowing eyes and like she really cared about me. She jumped up and opened her petals, hissing. Her still swollen hole opened and I could see her leaking.

“Are you ready to know how it feels to look like this?”

She touched her scar, grunted, her legs collapsed. She whimpered, then she looked up smiling.

“Mhm, that hurts so good.”

Without further ado, she pulled out the pin, while I shrieked and kept on shrieking and wriggling my bum as she was approaching my clit. She pushed back the skin, although my clit stuck out and was as big as ever. She held the little knob between her fingers, positioned the pin underneath and started pushing. Now I really screamed. That was worse like anything I had ever felt. And still: it made my stomach cramp and cramp and …

“Wake up!”

Anna had a worried look on her face. She had taken the panties out of my mouth. I sighed, I felt really good, my pussy hurt, but even that felt good.

“Well, your smile tells me that you had a good one. Look, you got a clit piercing now!”

While I was out, she must have closed the safety pin, which was stuck through my clit. There was a little bit of blood. She touched it and I didn’t even have strength left to scream, I just groaned, when suddenly another cramp hit me.

“Hmh, I like that. One touch and you come.”

I was still shaking, when she had finished opening all the knots of the bandages she had used to fix me to the bed. I felt like rubber, like a three day old vegetable. Only my pussy kept throbbing and throbbing …

“Mom said that spit might help with the healing as well as pee. So I think you will have to lick me down there, Joe. Don’t look so goofy. Put out your tongue and I will sit on it.”

I had to giggle, when I stuck my tongue out and Anna giggled as well when she sat on it and rubbed her pussy on it. First she sighed and then she breathed really heavy and mewled like a kitten.

“Put more spit on it. It hurts, but in a good way.”

First it was just funny, how her lips pressed on my tongue. And then it got wetter and wetter and it tasted like my own pussy, only a bit different. That’s when my pussy got really tight again and the pin in my clit burned and I knew loosing my clit won’t be so bad because Anna would play games with me till then and when it would finally happen I could still have fun like Anna now.