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Been a while since I've had the time and interest in finishing a story. Hopefully it will be enjoyed.

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Tara stared across at her sister absolutely enraged. Both of them standing there in t-shirts and shorts in the late afternoon sunshine. Tara in simple white tee and Debbie in a High Street brand blue top stared across at the sea of mud that was where their garden allotment was. Both of them had long legs and medium builds, though Debbie did stand a few inches taller than her sister and wore her chestnut brown hair longer than the her's sister's dirty blonde bob. Their long legs were both tanned, though Tara obviously spent more time out in the sun as she was a couple of shades darker than her sister.

"How the hell could you let this happen?", Tara blustered. "I go away for two weeks and all you had to do was keep one ditch clear of debris to keep the water out if it rained, it rains and everything is drowned and washed away! You stupid bitch!" She waved with her hands at the sea of black, puddle filled mud on the other side of the sluggish stangnant ditch. They were beside the wooden pallet that served as a bridge to the field that was enclosed on 3 sides by tall trees from the other gardens in the area.

"Watch your mouth. You're the one with airs and had to go abroad for her vacation. You think I was going to come out here in a driving rainstorm and get muddy trying to move those branches that fell in the ditch?! Say what you want whatever we were going to get out this with your black thumb it wasn't worth it!", Debbie snapped back, her ponytail moving in the slight breeze as she eyed her sister, the reflections from their sunglasses going into infinite reflections.

"I don't ask much from you and that's obvious I get less than that!", Tara fired back brushing the bangs of her bob out of her face as the breeze pushed them around her full cheeks. "We spent money and time and you let it get washed away because of some mud?"

"Yeah, it wasn't worth it. Deal with it, some of us were meant for better things than wallowing in the muck.", Debbie said showing off her engagement ring and manicure and taking on her haughty manager pose in the late afternoon sun.

"We promised Gran we would continue this garden now that she's in a Home. And you're putting on airs?"

"Yeah, you promised and I didn't have a say. You want this to work then you go to work. I have other things to do. Don't come crying to me about wonky vegetables or dirt under your fingernails.", Debbie snapped back as she turned her back and walked away.

"Don't turn your back on me, we're not done yet!", Tara shouted as she grabbed Debbie's shoulder.

"Fuck you, we're done!", Debbie spun and shoved Tara away.

"That's it, time to take you down a peg!", Tara shouted as she sprang forward, ramming her shoulder into Debbie's side sending them both into the fetid water of the ditch. Debbie screamed as she hit the water, pond scum and muddy water washing over her, soaking her clothes through as Tara landed on her in the murky soup. In shock, Debbie could just sputter as she felt the slime in her top and Tara throwing handfuls of the swamp grass from the side of the ditch at her face. Their sunglasses both gone, Tara could see the fear in her sister's eyes while Debbie saw the anger in Tara's. Seeing her timid little sister like this and realizing that she was serious about putting her older sister in her place.

Putting her hands up to keep any more pond scum and rotting swamp grass hitting her face, Debbie squealed and started to scurry up the bank. Tara was slower to get up, her feet stuck in the muck at the bottom of the ditch but she grabbed for Debbie's ankle. Debbie went down with one arm folding back towards her hips and the other going forward, her face and chest landing firmly in the sun warmed black mud that was their garden plot. Lifting up her face she screamed as she felt the black ooze clinging to her face and flowing into the low V of her shirt. Tara scrambled up the bank and grabbed her sister's pony tail and dunked her head back into the mud, grinding it in as she stradled her sister's back.

Debbie flailed as Tara yanked her head back up by the hair and she got enough purchase to roll partially, unblanancing her sister, causing them to start to grapple face to face in the mud. Debbie had longer legs and pushed Tara away and started to stagger through the mud, not caring about direction. Tara got up, her face smeared and dotted with mud and her bangs partially plastered to her forhead, arms looking like they had elbow length gloves from where they sank in to the garden as she pushed herself up. With a roar she tackled her sister again, this time with Debbie on her back and Tara ending up face first in the muck.

Grappling and rolling in the mud they screamed and swore at each other. Debbie constantly tried to get away and was finally pinned by Tara face down in the mud. She screamed to be let go but Tara simply began to fill the back of her sister's shorts with mud and spank her.

"Who's the dirty little pig?!" she screamed at her sister, spanking her harder.

By this point Debbie was crying and finally Tara let her up, but not after piling mud on her sister's head.

"You are insane bitch!", Debbie screamed. From head to toe she was covered with thick black mud, her shirt was plastered to her chest and she yelped as she moved, mud squishing around between her legs and running out of her shorts. "You can just go to hell! Look at me!", she cried as she stomped off through the puddles. "I hate your fucking guts! You can have this!" she wailed.

Tara sat on her knees in the mud and wiped her hands down her thighs as she watched her sister stomp off to her Range Rover, quite thrilled at the thought of her sister's precious Chelsea tractor getting actual mud on the leather interior. As she sat there, dripping with mud, she bit her lower lip as she replayed the grapple and the feeling of the mud as she rolled around with her sister. She wasn't thinking of her sister in that way, her mind was beginning to wander more to the sensation of being completely coated in muck. Without thinking she undid the button and fly on her shorts and stood up to wiggle out of them while also taking off her shirt and bra, leaving her in just her knickers in the middle of the sloppy mud with no one around for miles. Back down on her knees she contemplated what she wanted. Deep down she knew that she kept hearing her voice screaming 'who's the dirty little pig?' at her sister, but what she was realizing was how much she wanted someone to be screaming that at her as she wallowed in the mud.

She laid forward, letting the mud envelop her breasts and arms before finally giving in and rubbing her face around in the muck until it was unrecognizable.

"I am the invincible mud woman!", she yelled as she sat up on her knees and then plopped down on her ass in the mud, the muck soaking through her knickers before smearing globs of mud around her hair. Giggling with glee she stood up and saw a puddle nearby and as well as she could considering the past ankle deep muck ran for the puddle, sliding head first into it, being envolped in the wave of muck. Rolling over and over again until she was completely coated she eventually laid there on her back in the slop enjoying the feeling of the sun warming up this new dirt layer.

"Oh fuck it!", she muttered as she began to fill her panties with the sludge, opening and closing her thighs to work it around. All she could smell was the muck as she slid a hand into the muck between her legs and worked herself to a very quick, loud climax. Rolling over on her stomach all she could do was grunt and pant at the intensity of the orgasm and quickly slid her hand back inside as she lay on her belly in the muck. Pulling the front of her knickers down she let her hand rub handfuls of the muck between her legs until she was screaming another orgasm into the mud between burying her head in it.

Laying on her belly in the mud exhausted she slowly squeezed the mud out of her knickers, shuddering as it squished along her butt crack and between her legs before she slowly crawled over to her muddy clothes. Putting them back on she crawled through the mud, periodically resting by flopping down face first in a puddle. Finally she reached the ditch and decided there was nothing for it but to slither down on her belly through the scummy mud into the ditch to 'clean up'.

As she squished and slopped her way down the bank into the ditch she dove under the water and pulled herself up, emerging like a swamp creature she laughed and stood up, draped in vegetation and muck, imagining what she looked like to the outside world before cleaning herself off with the stinkning stale water. She wasn't too concerned that her beater of a car would be ruined by her filthiness, though treating the interior to a shampoo would be in order. She did pause as she trudged up the bank, her soaked footwear squishing with each step, and thought about how much more she was looking forward to always leaving a part of the allotment bare...

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