Amy's sense of humor takes a little getting used to, and Victoria is not around as often as I am. Besides, who would have expected humor out of the Wicked Bitch of the West that we had seen over the last two weeks?

"Oh, honey it's just that Daddy is special to me too and I don't want him to get hurt. I know he wouldn't defend himself... Oh, you! You're teasing me, aren't you?" Victoria said accusingly.

Amy giggled, a decidedly welcome sound, especially of late. "I'm sorry, Mom. I just couldn't resist. I get Daddy so often; I have to get you when I can."

"Well, I was thinking of forgiving you, but because of that, I think I will hold a grudge a little longer... until you prove yourself, little lady!"

Amy's face fell. "Mom, I know..."

Victoria's face beamed. "Ha! I got you too! It's ok, Amy. I could never hold a grudge against you. Your Dad would never let me, even if I wanted to. You're his favorite, you know." Suddenly, her face got serious as she saw the look on Amy's face and realized what she had said. "Oh, Amy! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

Amy smiled weakly. "It's ok, Mom. She's unlikely to be someone we're ever going to forget. We have to just act normal and deal with the memories as they come."

They hugged each other and Victoria headed for the airport.

I had been watching Amy as she bantered with her Mom, trying to get a feel for how she was feeling, and which Amy we were seeing today. Now we were alone together.

"So, how are you feeling, Amy? Really." I asked softly.

She came over and hugged me, burying her face in my shirt.

"How am I feeling? Really? Tired. Washed out. Embarrassed. Ashamed, at what I put you guys through. Sad - I miss Cindi. Not as lonely as before. I think Katie is going to be a good friend. Nervous about going back to school and watching everyone dance around me, not knowing what to say. I don't even know what I want them to say. Nervous about how I am going to react. Will I blow up and become Amy the Hun again when someone gets up the courage to say something? Will it be God help the first idiot that says something stupid? Look what I did to you this weekend; you were trying to help and I didn't even mean to hit you. Am I going to become like Mom where certain things set me off? Something happened to her in her past to make her that way, you know. I know it is useful to her in her job to be able to turn it on and off, but she does not seem to be able to control it in certain situations outside of that. I think the talk with Katie helped me a lot. I don't know, Daddy. This is uncharted waters for all of us. And I haven't talked this much in a long time. My mouth is dry."

I smiled. She was still on this kick of the 'talk with Katie'. The girl was desperate because of an empty place in her mind that could never be filled, and suddenly, with a six-hour talk, that fear was gone and everything was ok? Maybe in some sappy erotic internet story on SOL or something, but I didn't believe it. I had missed too many clues in the past and it had cost Amy dearly; I was not falling for this one until I was sure. Time to do some research. However, something else she said interested me more now.

"Amy, you mentioned something about your Mom's job. Why would that be useful as a computer troubleshooter?"

Amy just looked at me silently, giving me that classic Amy 'Who is this stupid two headed alien and what has he done with my Dad' look. Oh well, it was worth a try. I guess I was going to have to be more direct.

"Amy, do you know what Mom's job really is?"

Eye roll. 'How stupid do you think I am?' look. Yep. She was definitely recovering. "Of course, don't you?"

"Um... actually, no I don't. I have made some guesses, but they are just that. So, how can you know and I don't?"

"Oops. I'm sorry, Daddy, I was just kidding you when I said that. I assumed you knew or I wouldn't have teased you like that. I'm sorry."

"So, tell me. What is it? And how do you know?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I can't tell you, I promised Mommy I would never tell anyone. She specifically included you in that promise. You will just have to figure it out for yourself as I did. However, you might not want to. I still feel bad about the look on her face when I told her what I knew. She really doesn't want us to know, and she really has a good reason for keeping it secret. Don't figure it out unless you're prepared to make her very sad. I think she's afraid if you knew, you wouldn't love her anymore. She doesn't seem to see what I can see, that that could never happen."

Certifiable genius. What was she going to be like when she grew up and became really smart?

I took Amy to school. She seemed to be handling it well as I dropped her off and her friends surrounded her. I hoped she had a good day. She deserved some good for a change. She had had a rough couple of months. Not as rough as some people, but... I pushed the sadness away and headed to work.

The hospital did not receive any benefit by my finally coming into work. I spent the whole day at work on the internet looking up mental connections among twins. What I found was interesting, and scary.

There wasn't a whole lot of hard data out there, but some interesting studies and more interesting theories and "conclusions". The first thing I found interesting was that the mental connection that Amy and Cindi had was variable in expression from case to case and was most often found in identical twins, not fraternal twins. Although all of it was rare, it was rarer in non-identical twins. It was often stronger than this case, but it was not unknown to get stronger. It was extremely rare in non-twins. Sometimes it bled over into family members. The scary thing was that often one twin did not survive the death of the other twin. We were lucky with Amy, but I did not think it was really luck. She showed the classic symptoms of those that did not survive, usually terminating in suicide or wasting away, losing the will to live. After reading the information, I felt even stronger that, somehow, Katie had saved our little girl. As I read further, it was clear to me that she did not do it by just talking to her, as Amy claimed! Not that it mattered; I knew in my heart that Katie would never cause harm to Amy; she just wanted to help. I wondered if she was getting something out of it too.

I let work early. I knew they meant well, but I just got tired of dealing with the consolation callers and visitors. I knew I would always remember Cindi, but I wanted it to be at times when I was ready to deal with it, not walking down the hall and suddenly having to go through it all again. I knew I would have to get used to it, but not today.

I walked in the house at the same time as Amy and Katie. Amy looked better than she had in awhile - she and Katie were laughing, joking, and having a good time. Amy did one of her favorite "get Daddy" things when she saw me behind her. She started telling Katie all about a really steamy sexual relationship she was having with this hot older guy at school, just so I could overhear. We both knew it was untrue, but she knew it made my heart go flip-flop that my little girl was growing up. She would act surprised when she saw me, and stop talking about it. Only problems were, a) she couldn't keep from giggling because she thought it was so darn funny, and b) since she knew little about the practical aspects of sex (make that nothing, I hope!) she would often describe acts that were either physically impossible for normal humans or at least were not possible by 108 lb, 13 year old teenage girls. Let her have her fun. I'll have mine when she brings her first boyfriend home.

"Hi Daddy! Katie and I are going to make you dinner tonight. Katie's staying for dinner."

I groaned. "Can Katie cook? I've tasted your cooking!" I am not stupid. I always say things like that in the living room, because couch pillows are the most likely thing she will pick up there to throw at me. They hurt much less than other things. Zing! There it came.

"DAD!" She shrieked. "I'm a good cook!" She was, too.

"Yeah, and I'm Napoleon Bonaparte," I muttered. Zing! Another one.

"Sir, is it alright if I stay?" Katie asked shyly. The manners on this girl are unbelievable. I still cannot get over a shy Katie. Although she is quiet, she does not seem to be shy around anyone else.

"Absolutely not." I stated emphatically. Amy gave me a dirty look. Zing! "Not unless you call me Patrick. You are welcome in this house anytime, Katie," I assured her. "It's Amy we're sick of and are trying to get to move out as soon as possible. Say! Do you want to move into her room when we get rid of her?" Zing! Ok, all the couch pillows were on the floor, I could stop now. Katie looked at me strangely, almost with a hopeful look. What was going on there?

"Forget it, Daddy. When I move out, maybe tomorrow, she is going to be my roommate." She gave me her best 'little girl begging daddy' look. "Can I borrow some money for rent?" Then she dissolved into giggles as Katie looked at both of us like we were nuts. Ah yes, my sweet Amy was back. Fortunately, probably thanks to Katie, we did not have pepperoni and sausage pizza with spumoni ice cream for supper.

Victoria called as we were finishing with dinner. She would be home in 20 minutes. Amy put her on speakerphone.

"Are you hungry, Mom? Katie and I cooked dinner!"

"Well, maybe if Katie helped... it's not pizza is it?" she teased.

"MOM!! Not you too?!?" Amy had a huge grin on her face. One of the few people I have seen that actually likes to be teased. Katie just looked lost. Amy chattered away to her Mom, ignoring our attempts to tell her she could talk to her live in 20 minutes.

"Ok, Amy, I'm pulling up in front of the house. You can hang up now." Amy sure loves to stretch out a joke. She continued to talk until Victoria, standing right next to her, reached over, took the phone out of her hand, and hung it up. We smiled tolerantly as Amy giggled helplessly. Katie seemed to think it was the funniest thing, too. Teenagers!

Amy decided to go to Rebecca's house later with Katie. She said it would be way too noisy around here to get any studying done, throwing looks at us. Katie looked confused, and then blushed as she realized what Amy was saying. It looked like maybe Katie was spending the night. She did not seem in any hurry to go home. That's ok, I like having her around. I just wondered how long my heart would go flip-flop when I caught her out of the corner of my eye and thought I saw Cindi standing there.

Victoria and I cuddled together on the couch, kissing softly and gently. I stroked her beautiful hair, and kissed her neck. God, I had missed her this time. I wanted to spend more time with her; I wanted her around more. She was my wife, my lover, my sweetheart, my soul mate. There could never be another. I had known that since the first week we had dated. I knew her job was important, both to her, and in the grand scheme of things. I knew I was probably just feeling vulnerable because of Cindi. However, I was afraid for her. I could not bear the thought of her getting hurt, or worse. I did not think "her people" could protect her as they had promised me. They had failed in San Francisco. They had failed at the fair. They had failed in the "car accident". A thought entered my head unbidden. Had they failed when Amy got sick? Had they failed with Cindi's accident? I did not know, but I was damn well going to find out. If I found out that Amy's sickness or Cindi's death were not accidents, those responsible would wish they were dealing with Victoria. They would find out what my eyes, dark green like Victoria's and Amy's, looked like when I let the monster loose. It would be directed against Victoria's protectors as well as her enemies if I found out they had been involved or negligent in their duties. However, I knew I could no longer let the protection of my family rest in the hands of strangers that I did not trust. I just could not leave them out there all by themselves. If "her people" could not, or would not, protect them, I would. If they got in the way, they would be sorry and I would not be responsible for what happened.

I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders. Many years ago, I had walked away from something I did not think I could do anymore, something I was one of the best in the world at. I think I always knew in the back of my mind that the day would come when I could not live with that decision anymore. That day was now here. I could not ignore the danger my family might be in and live with myself. I was not sure I could live with myself anyway if Cindi's death turned out to be not an accident and I had not acted sooner. I was good at what I did in medicine. In the top three, or better, in the country. I was now going to go back, at least part time, at least for a while, to something I was even better at. For the best reason in the world. To protect my girls. However, this time I would make sure it did not change me into something I did not want to be.

Victoria smiled at me as I laughed aloud. I smiled at her.

"God, I love you so much!"

She smiled happily. "I love you too. What brought that on? Besides the obvious?" she grinned as she looked at my lap.

"Wait here. I'll be back in a little while."

She looked confused, but folded her hands in her lap and relaxed. I ran into the bathroom, and started to fill the tub with water. I put the bubble bath in and then waited for the tub to fill with hot, almost too hot water. I ran back to her, grinning like an idiot. She was smiling, looking at me as if I had lost my mind. I took her hands, and gently pulled her to her feet. I kissed her, softly and sensually, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. Or was it mine? Ok, ours. I slowly started taking her clothes off, kissing each part of her body as it became exposed. She closed her eyes and shivered. When she was completely naked, looking like the goddess she just had to be, I stood there silently, just watching her, not moving. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me. She tilted her head slightly to the side, as I had seen Amy do so often, and looked at me.

"My turn?" she asked. I nodded, unable to speak. She slowly, sensuously removed my clothes, piece by piece. When she was done, she held my hands loosely, and looked into my eyes, unshed tears filling hers. "I love you so much," she whispered.

"Close you eyes," I murmured. I kissed her and then I reached down and picked her up in my arms.

"Patrick!" she squealed, laughing.

"Uh uh. Eyes closed." I repeated.

I carried her into the bathroom. I lowered her into the bubble bath water.

"What are you doing?" she asked, as I took the washcloth and started to wash her. She leaned back and sighed happily, then closed her eyes again. "Amy says this doesn't work so well this way; that it works much better if you get in too."

"Oh? And what else did you and Amy talk about, huh?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Get in here, you dummy."

"Move forward, little tub piggy."

"Tub piggy! You should talk! Amy said there almost wasn't enough room in here for her, because of all the room taken up by a certain body part of a certain person that shall remain nameless!" she giggled.

Ok, that was more information than I needed! I hurried up and got in the tub, blushing furiously, before I got embarrassed even further. Victoria laughed delightedly at me.

"You are just too funny!" she got out between giggles.

She leaned back against me, closed her eyes, and relaxed. I gently started washing her body. She was just so beautiful it took my breath away. I paid special attention to her breasts, to make sure they were clean. Then I put the washcloth aside, and paid extra special attention to another very special area with my fingers. She must have really liked that, because after a few minutes, she cried out softly, her whole body tensed up and then she shook all over, whimpering softly. She shivered, and pushed against my hand.

"Please. I can't take anymore."

I continued to touch her softly, and after a few moments she cried out "Oh, God, not again?" She trembled all over and then collapsed against me. I stroked the inside of her thigh softly.

When she started to breath again, I lifted her up, slid underneath her, and set her down, inserting myself slowly all the way up inside her in one smooth motion. I felt her tremble all over, as I softly rubbed her stomach, making love to her slowly.

"What are you doing to me?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Showing you how much I love you. Victoria, you are my life. I would do anything for you," I whispered, as we climaxed together.

We lay there for a long time, enjoying the glow. Then we heard the front door open and close, sweet little teenage voices chattering back and forth, giggling and laughing almost continuously. We grinned, knowing we were about to gross out our young daughter again.

Amy and Katie walked into the bathroom, looking for us. I don't know what they expected to find — it was a bathroom, after all — but they stopped dead in their tracks. They both blushed all the way down to their toes. Amy did not screech and run away this time. They both looked at us tenderly.

"God, Mom and Dad, that is just about the hottest, sexiest thing I have ever seen!" Amy blurted out and then they turned around silently, and went to Amy's room. We heard the door close softly.

Later, we all sat down to watch one of the girl's sappy romantic movies. Amy and Katie were cuddled up on either side of me, and Victoria sat on may lap, snuggling. Amy, for once, did not say a word about our making out. She told me later that we just had a glow about us that she could not bear to mess up. I saw her and Katie look sideways at us a few times, smiling.

Later, as we went to bed, Amy gave me an especially long hug, and a tender kiss. Katie looked at me longingly. I held out my arms, and she flew into them eagerly, blushing furiously. What was it about this sexy little girl, rumored to be so experienced, that she blushed around me so often?

Later, Victoria and I lay in bed talking quietly. As happens so often between the two of us, she brought up the very subject I had been thinking about.

"Honey, I think we should do something special for Katie. She saved Amy. I know we can't ever repay her for what she did, but I think we should show her how much we care, how much we appreciate her and what she did for us." Victoria looked at me, eyebrows raised, waiting for my answer.

"I was actually thinking the same thing. I just didn't want to mention it; I didn't want you to think I was just trying to get into her panties!" I teased. "I thought about buying her a car, but she can't drive yet and I wanted something more immediate. I thought about paying for her college tuition, but that is a long way off too. What do you think she would really like?"

"Well," Victoria mused, biting her lower lip (she looks just as cute as Amy does when she does that!), "I think you have already hit on the right idea; you just mentioned it."

"The car? College? But they're so impersonal and far away."

"No, silly. The other idea you had. Why don't you get into her panties?"

"VICTORIA!!"

She giggled like a teenager. Sounded just like Amy when she teases me.

"You are so much fun! Actually, I'm serious. You do know she is madly in love with you, don't you?"

"Oh, come on! She can't be! She's 13; I'm 37. That's ridiculous!"

"Since when does age have anything to do with it? All the girls know it. Ask Amy. Why do you think you two end up in a room together alone so often? They think it's "cute" and clear out to give you two some time alone together. It's not as if you're not attracted to her. I've seen the way you look at her when you think I'm not watching!"

"You're crazy!" I exclaimed. "She's a very pretty girl, cute as all get out and sweet as they come. But..."

"But she reminds you so much of Cindi it almost makes you cry. And I know how much you loved her." Victoria interrupted.

"I could never do that to you, Victoria." My heart pounded in my chest. "Don't you love me anymore? Are you tired of me?" I whispered, shaken.

Victoria gasped. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry! I should have known you would misunderstand me that way. You should know better than that, especially after tonight. I'm not talking about undying love, or marriage, or replacing what we have. Look, we want to do something special for Katie, something she wants more than anything else. The poor girl is hurting, honey, and her life is shit. Her words, not mine. The best thing in her life right now is her friendship with Amy. It's the only thing that keeps her from wallowing in despair and depression. There is only one thing she really wants in this world, and that is for you to make love to her. She knows she can't have you; she knows she could never take you away from me, and she wouldn't do that to me anyway. I love her and she loves me. If that is what she wants more than anything in the world, I would be more than willing to share her when I am out of town. I know you get lonely, and you don't have Cindi anymore. Give her what she wants. God knows she deserves some happiness for a change. Honey, I am not threatened by a 13 year old girl. Hell, if Cindi didn't interfere with our love, no one could.

"Victoria..."

"I'm not giving you permission to have sex with anyone you want," she interrupted me again. "I'm giving you permission, encouraging you, to give one very special girl that we both love like our own daughter, now even more than ever, a very special gift that would mean the world to her. Who knows, maybe you can reach inside that shell and help her deal with the demons she has in there. I know from Cindi how good you are at that. Just promise me you'll think about it, ok?" She reached over and kissed me.

"Can I talk now?"

"Sure," she laughed. "Unless I think of something else to interrupt you about!"

"Sweetheart, you are amazing. Do you have any idea how much I love you, even though you scare the hell out of me sometimes? I never knew you were so kinky! What is going to happen if you regret doing this? Or get jealous? What if you really don't mean this, and I do it, and you hate me for it because I was supposed to know you wanted me to say no? What would happen if Amy found out? She would hate me forever for cheating on you; at least the incredibly short time forever would be before she killed me. Maybe you have forgotten that punch, but I haven't!"

Victoria laughed happily. She was really enjoying this!

"You are just so precious! We both know I don't play those games, setting you up for a test to see how you will perform. If I was not prepared to offer her this, I wouldn't have brought it up. I would have no need to bring it up unless I was serious and sure about it; you never would have thought about it. I know you would have never tried anything with her; she would have to drag you kicking and screaming to bed like Cindi did. If I regret it or get jealous, which I won't if you don't start ignoring me, we just stop it right there. Katie would know nothing like this was permanent or irrevocable. She just wants a little bit of happiness for a while, and you are the only one she trusts. As for Amy finding out, you might be more surprised about that than you think. She clears out of the room to leave you two alone too, you know. Please, honey, just tell me you'll think about it. It's your decision."

"Ok. I can see I'm not going to get any sleep tonight if I don't shut up and give in. Some of us have to work tomorrow. I will think about it, Ok. Just for you. And, just for the record, I did not kick when Cindi dragged me to bed. Screamed, yes, but I did not kick!"

She squealed in delight, and kissed me. Then she straddled me and took me up inside of her. All the while she rode me she whispered in my ear. Telling me how cute and sexy Katie's body would look. Telling me how pretty she was. Describing in great detail all the things Katie would do to me. All the things I could do to her. Telling me how soft, smooth and firm her cute little body would feel. Laughing softly and merrily at how hard I was, and how fast I came up inside her. We fell asleep with her on top of me. I slept all night long, dreaming of Cindi and Katie. I dreamed that Cindi told me it was ok; make poor Katie as happy as I had made her. She helped me to make love to her the first time, showed me what she would like and showed me how to make her happy. After Katie fell asleep in the dream, stretched out happily next to me, purring like a little kitten in her sleep, Cindi told me she loved me ever so much, that she would never stop loving me. She put a beautiful red rose on my chest, closed my eyes gently with her fingers, and gently helped me to go to sleep. It was the most wonderful dream I had ever had. I knew even in the dream that I was just dreaming, but it felt so real.

When I woke up in the morning, Victoria was already gone. As I lay there, slowly waking up, lying on my back, I saw a beautiful red rose, lying on my chest. I wondered why Victoria had left me a rose, and where she had gotten it. She had never done that before. I later found a note telling me she had been called out of town unexpectedly this morning and that she would look forward to seeing me again. She told me she loved me more than life itself.

After I took a shower, made breakfast, kicked Amy and Katie's cute little butts out of bed (we had convinced Katie, after much argument from Victoria, Amy and me that she could stay in Cindi's room whenever she stayed over) and got them off to school, I figured I might as well get started with what I had to do.

I picked up the phone, and dialed a long distance number. I then got another dial tone. I dialed a second long distance number. I got a dial tone again. Finally, I dialed a third long distance number. The line seemed to go dead for about five seconds. I now had a secure, untraceable line. Then the phone was picked up, and a female voice said "yes?"

"Do you recognize my voice?" I asked.

There was a brief hesitation. "Yes, sir!" she said softly.

"I would like to speak to Captain Jensen, please," I asked politely.

A brief hesitation again. "Yes, sir! Please hold on and I will connect you, sir!"

Ten seconds later, the phone was answered again.

"Captain Jensen speaking. How may I help you?"

"Do you recognize my voice?" I asked again.

There was a slight note of surprise in his voice. "Yes, sir, I do."

"My authorization code is Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray. Please repeat that back to me," I requested.

"Yes, sir. Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray, verified, sir. My authorization code is Delta four seven three Charley. Please repeat that back to me, sir."

"Your authorization code is Delta four seven three Charley," I repeated.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"Please activate plans G and K, effective immediately, for numbers 1, 2, 3 and 5. Attach codes P and T to those plans, please," I continued.

I heard a slight intake of breath. He answered in a quiet tone of voice.

"Yes, sir. Activate plans G and K effective immediately, for subjects 1, 2, 3, and 5. Attach codes P and T. Am I to understand that number 4 is not to be involved, sir?"

"Number 4 is no longer active, Captain."

"I understand, sir. I am sorry to hear that, sir. You understand that I need you to repeat this back to me to verify, sir."

"I understand, Captain. Activate plans G and K, effective immediately, for subjects 1, 2, 3, and 5. Attach codes P and T," I repeated.

"Thank you, sir. What intensity are you requesting, sir?" he asked.

"Intensity code M, Captain."

"Are you sure, sir?" He blurted out, without thinking.

I smiled. "Yes, Captain, I am quite sure."

"I'm sorry, sir, of course you are sure, sir. Intensity code M, sir. What response codes are you requesting, sir?"

"Response codes E and I, Captain," I answered.

"Yes, sir. Response codes E and I, sir. This request will be activated in about ten minutes, and will be fully active in twelve hours, sir. It will remain active until terminated by you personally, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

"Thank you, Captain. That will be all for now."

"Thank you, sir. Please contact us if we can be of further assistance, sir. And sir... Welcome back, sir! It is good to hear from you again, sir!

"Thank you, Captain," I said, and hung up the phone.

I sat in the chair, thinking. I had done what I could to make my family as safe as possible. I would have to notify "Victoria's people" of the change in protection. If they got in our way, that was their tough luck, but I did not want them ignorantly stumbling into something. Now it was time to start finding out if someone had been messing with my babies. God help them if they had, because no one else would be able to.

 

  As I came out,I heard a metallic horn in the drive way,but it wasn’t the sound of my dad’s Benz,but a sub – compact Peugeot.Simon apologed to Amy and me for his ‘’tardiness’’ but the Benz had to be repaired after he hit a deer so he used the loners’ vehicle instead.Simon was coming back from a brief vacation by the beach,so some of his luggage completely filled the trunk of the car,along with his bag of souveniers for our family that took its space in the passenger’s side of the car,so all that was left for our stuff was the back seat.Since Amy was not so big Simon suggested that she sat on me on the way home after we shove the luggage into the car.Turning to Amy I can see her cheeks redden and I felt a funny jump in my pants.As I sat I held the door open for Amy to climb in.She was wearing her short summer plaid skirt and her small cream T-shirt.

 

  As our journey began we all talked a little and then fell silent after a while.Amy leaned back on me with her head on my chest.Her golden brown hair smelt like her mother’s shampoo.My right arm was around her tummy to keep her balanced and her left hand held my wrist to keep my arm where it was.Suddenly she sat up and fixed her butt on my groin to get a little more comfortable and then returned her head to my chest.When she did that I began to realize just how warm it was beneath her butt,and I thought that I felt bare flesh.Looking down I saw that my T-shirt was not covering my boxers and that her skirt was well spreaded out like a circle.I was now also aware of my dick that was starting to rise.Amy felt it too and tried to shift away,but our luggage jam packed the two seating areas on our side.She tried to shift the other way but all that did was made my dick pop out of the opening of my pants.I tapped her leg to tell her to stop,because the was making this scene worst.She raised her head to look at me for help,and I gave her an apologetic look,because I really didn’t want this.I suddenly had an idea and I tapped her butt so that she can raise up,so I can secure my dick back in the pants without letting Simon know anything.She understood and rose up very slightly.I placed my hand between her butt and my dick ,but because of the limited space my fingers touched her swollen pussy lips which made her gasp causing her to sit back on me .Simon still didn’t know what was going on behind his back.

 

    But as she sat back down on me,I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties,but now we had a problem.The head of my dick resting  at the entrance of her vagina and by the feeling of my fingers,we were both sticky and my dick was going to harden up within a few minutes,and because she sat back down so fast,our legs were locked into each other and there was no way for any of us to raise up unless we asked Simon to stop,which was not going to happen.With the warmth of our private parts that were partially connected sexually,the arousing scent of her hair and the tingling sensation of her body so close to mine,my dick was increasing in size.Amy sat as still as possible,holding my hand tightly and was breating quietly so as not to pant.Why the hell was she not wearing panties,I don’t know,but the lust inside me was not complaining.Suddenly I felt my penis beginning to slide into her tight vagina,with its tight ring of pussy muscles being the only barrier preventing my six inch penis from completely being engulfed by her.The tip of my dick was definitely wedged inside of her.It felt really hot and pinched by her pussy lips,I thought I was going to explode.Amy must have been aroused as I was.She was rocking slightly sideways as my dick entered her more.Suddenly the car swerved right sharply,causing me to hold her tightly.i took this opportunity to pull her hips down on mine and shoving my hips forward .My dick pushed through her tight hole and all of my six inches was inside of her.Amy shrieked,causing Simon to apologise for his driving mistake.

 

    She took a deep breath and held it to regain composure,but there was no denying my dick in her.It felt so warm and moist and so good.The walls of her vagina were sort of clenching and releasing my dick,and my dick felt like it was still growing inside of her.Amy did not look at me at all.I placed my hands on the side of her thigh,but she made no response.I began to gently push her from side to side slightly.rocking her on my dick,the movement giving me more pleasure.Amy moaned a little,but quietly.By now I wanted to cum badly,because all of this sensations was sending me mad!I began to clench and release the muscles of my buttocks which helped me to thrust my dick into and out of her in small thrusts,just enough feel pleasure but not enough to wisen Simon.We were now approaching our house when Amy bent forward and placed her head on the seat in front of her.Her pussy walls were grabbing my shaft like a hand on a cow’s teat.I held her hips and I increased the small thrusts into her.She began to tremble with must have been her first orgasm,which made me began to cum too.My balls began to boil as I started to erupt inside of her.She exhales with a sigh as her muscles began to milk me like a cow,pulling away all of my sperm  deep into her pussy.Somehow when it was all over my hand found its way into her top and on her right breast!Her nipple was hard and a bit bigger that one would expect.Her breast was also surprisingly a handful and hot.My dick was now feeling very sensitive and all I wanted to do was to get out of her still churning pussy.As Simon stopped before the gate,Amy pushed my hand away and tried to raise herself.As he came out to open the gate,she raised herself and told me to take it out,meaning my dick.My now deflated dick popped out along with most of my cum dripping from her pussy.The sight of it made me hard again instantly,and as soon as we saw Simon coming back she sat back down again – onto my erect dick!By now I guess she was accustomed because this time she didn’t gasp.

 

   As we entered the garage,Simon asked us to unpack while he went to the bathroom.Out of sight,Amy flung the car door open and slowly eased herself off my dick.I didn’t know what to say to her.I was now trying to make sense of the situation.

 

 

 

 

If you guys are interested in a part three of this story,please let me know.If you want to see a meagre first attempt that I did,Look for a story called “ Alone with Jessica’’.I think it’s on page 2.

 

She looked into my eyes with a combination of trust and love as I took off her shirt and bra. She laid back and lifted her hips as slid her jeans and panties off at the same time.

She gently complied as I spread her legs and moved my head to that special place between her legs. She noisily inhaled as I licked, first her outer lips, then her inner lips. She moaned as my tongue penetrated her virginal pussy. Her breathing became more rapid as I worked her young pussy with my tongue. She arched her back. She ran a hand through my hair, then grasped my hair as she pushed my head down and pushed her hips up. She let out a squeal, shuddered, then relaxed.

I laid on the bed and had her mount me. I placed my dick at the entrance to her pussy. Placing my hands on her hips, I lowered her. I felt the resistance of her hymen, then pushed through. She gasped, but continued, taking all of me in her . She rocked slowly back and forth on me, clearly feeling some discomfort. I rolled her over and slowly pumped her tight little hole. She responded to my thrusts with her body, running her hands across my body, sometimes pulling into me, sometimes thrusting her hips while she moaned and panted the whole time. I felt the cum rising, then came in her for the first time. A moment later, my semi softened dick popped out of her as a combination of blood, semen and her fluids ran out of her coating my balls and her ass.

I rolled off of her. "So, that's what it feels like?" she asked. "It'll get better, I promise" I told her. "I know" she said, "you rescued me, and I will do whatever you want from this day forward".

"We have to get you in school"
"Can't I have a honeymoon?"
"I do have a week of vacation left"

She thought for a moment. "Take me somewhere where I can see the beach, and we won't leave the bed."
"Promise?" I asked.
"For you, anything".

I was terrified. Victoria doesn't panic, and doesn't cry. I couldn't imagine what could be happening that she could not handle. I did two things at once. First, I screamed in my mind.

'KATIE! AMY!' If they were listening with their ears, they would have been deafened.

'Daddy?' Amy.

'What is it, Daddy?' Katie. Thank God! I wasn't sure this would work.

Meanwhile, I was trying to talk to Victoria.

"Victoria, tell me what is the matter? Where are you, honey?"

"Oh, God, I am locked in an abandoned warehouse. I can't get out. They are going to burn it down around me. Oh, God, I love you so much! I wanted for so long to die when I was younger, and now I have you, Amy and Katie, and I don't want to die anymore! Now I'm going to die because I'm stupid! I'm so sorry! They've hurt me so bad, done so much to me, and now they are going to kill me! Tell Amy I'm sorry!

'Katie! Can you hook up with Victoria? She's in trouble!' I yelled in my mind.

'Already got her, sir. What do you need? All you have to do is ask, sir.'

'Can you tell where she is?'

I wondered what was going on with the 'sir' stuff, but I would worry about it later.

Meanwhile, I was trying to calm Victoria down. She was full blown hysterical. Something was seriously wrong to get her like this.

"Victoria, honey, calm down for me, ok? Is anyone there with you now? Exactly where are you?" I tried to sound calm and reassuring, even though I was dying inside.

"I'm locked in a room in the warehouse. There is gas everywhere. They said they were coming back to burn me alive. Please don't let Amy know how I died!" She begged. "Oh, God, I don't deserve to live with what I've done!" She sobbed.

Meanwhile, I was talking to the girls in my mind at the same time.

'Katie. I don't have time for the phones. Can you hook into Captain Jensen's mind?'

'I don't know him. I have no frame of reference to find him, sir," Katie replied.

'I know him!' Amy yelled. 'Katie, hook me in to him. Your connections are stronger. Daddy, you take care of Mommy. I will handle this.'

'I have to let you know what instructions to give him, Amy, ' I reminded her.

'If I need your help, I'll holler, ' she assured me.

Meanwhile, I had to calm Victoria down. I decided to try shock treatment.

"VICKIE! CALM DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Miraculously, it worked. She was quiet for a second, and then said calmly, with only a trace of hysteria in her voice, "Ok, talk to me."

"Sweetheart, I'm going to get the police there, just hang on."

"It's too late," she half sobbed. "I'm going to die!"

"Ok, so you're going to die. I don't want my last conversation with you to be this way. Tell me how much you love Amy. Tell me how much you love me. What do you want to do tonight? Tell me what you have always wanted to do that we haven't done yet. Talk to me, sweetheart." It worked! She began to calmly talk to me.

'Daddy! I have Captain Jensen. You can hear both of us, but he will not be able to hear you, ' Amy notified me.

'Captain Jensen, sir. This is Amy Phillips. This is an emergency. Victoria is in critical trouble. Please do not waste time asking me how I am talking to you. I am in contact with my Dad. Do I need to give you authorization codes, sir?'

'No, Amy. Tell me what you need.' Apparently, he remembered her.

'Ok, Amy, tell him... ‘I stopped and listened as I heard Amy begin to talk to Captain Jensen without even waiting for my instructions.

'Sir, I need you to scramble Angels 1 and Angels 2 immediately with full air-to-air capability. Twenty miles north and south of I heard her talk on the side to Katie. 'Katie, the airlines! Take down the air traffic control computers. Ground everything. All flights already in the air reroute to Los Angeles immediately! Send the reroute commands directly to their onboard computers. It's faster that way. We'll clean up the mess later. Get them out of there! Clear out at least 20 miles in all directions!' Then she continued with Captain Jensen. 'Scramble Extraction 1 and Support 1 immediately to that address. Be advised that there are massive explosive fumes and liquids in the area. Use only no flash weapons. Get Angels 3 up as soon as possible with a full load of air-to-surface missiles. Scramble Firebird 1 and Firebird 2 for close in support to the same location. Nothing except Victoria Phillips and your men come out of that warehouse alive, sir. As soon as she is out of the area, I want that warehouse to be a hole in the ground. You have less than five minutes to extract her.' I heard Katie give her an airlines report. 'As of now, Captain, you have total control of the skies over San Francisco. If anything approaches closer than 10 miles to that warehouse, shoot it down. You have authorization for all weapons short of nuclear. Do you need me to shut up so you can get all this done, sir?' I listened to her, stunned. How did she know all of this?

Captain Jensen chuckled. 'No, Amy, all those units except Angels 3 were already scrambled. When our tail on Victoria lost contact, we scrambled them as a precaution. Extraction 1 is less than two minutes from the building now. We will have her in a few minutes.'

As all this was going on, I was continuing to keep Victoria occupied. She was calm now, probably because she knew she was going to die.

"Victoria, the police will be there in five minutes or less. Can you hold out that long, sweetheart?" I was so scared for her.

"I'll try, Patrick. The fumes are getting really bad. They will be back any minute. Once they light this building, there will be no chance. I'm sorry, Patrick. I wanted to grow old with you. Oh, shit. Someone is here! Goodbye, sweetheart, I love you." I listened in shock as her cell phone went dead. There was just silence. I sat there stunned. My mind couldn't even grasp the concept of losing Victoria. I understood perfectly Amy's wail now when she knew Cindi was dead. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" Then I heard Captain Jensen.

'We have her, Amy. She is alive. She has some injuries, and I don't know what all they have done to her, but she will live. Tell your Dad.'

I don't know if he said anything else or not. Between Amy and Katie's screaming for joy in my head, and my own dizziness, I couldn't hear. Then he continued.

'Amy, the warehouse is gone. It's a spectacular fire. We are moving out of the area before the police show up. We killed ten of the enemy, and captured one alive. I thought that maybe Patrick might want to say hi to him. Where do you want him and Victoria?' I finally found my 'voice'.

'Amy, have him get Victoria here on the fastest jet he can get. I want a fully armed fighter escort for her jet. I want her here yesterday. Get that scumbag here on a different jet, fast, well guarded. I do indeed want to pay him my respects.'

Amy passed that on. Then I heard her final conversation with Captain Jensen.

'It was a pleasure talking to you again, sir. Please accept my apology for my behavior last time we talked. You are a good man, Paul.'

He laughed. 'I would be delighted to work with you anytime, sweetheart. You are a delightful young lady. Don't you think Paul is a little informal, though?' He teased her.

'Normally, yes, I would. But in this case, no, since I know who you really are.' Amy giggled.

There was a long silence.

'Let's just save that conversation for another time, shall we, young lady, ' he stated sternly.

'Yes, sir! Anything you say, sir!' I could picture Amy saluting to him. I heard him chuckle. I smiled. Smart-ass teenager genius. How I loved them!

By this time, Amy and Katie were walking in the door. They had arranged for Rebecca's mother to bring them home. They ran up to me and hugged me fiercely. I couldn't tell which one of them was crying, but my shirt was wet. Hell, it could have been me.

I don't know what Captain Jensen got for a plane, but Victoria arrived 70 minutes later at our house, in a fully equipped ambulance, with an entire medical crew taking care of her. We set them up in our bedroom. Victoria was unconscious. I went out to talk to the doctors.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Patrick Phillips, I assume? I am so delighted to finally meet you, sir. She will live. She has some relatively minor internal injuries, and a few bruises and scrapes. Two broken ribs. Some minor temporary lung problems from the fumes. I have her sedated right now to give her a chance to rest and heal. Frankly, sir, I am more concerned with her mental condition. She... well, sir, it seems she was used rather extensively... shall we say sexually?" I closed my eyes for a second. Amy was standing next to me. When I opened them again, I saw her face had turned white. Then I saw her eyes. Flat, devoid of expression, empty. She looked at my eyes, and nodded slightly. I'm sure mine looked the same. Amy turned to Captain Jensen.

"Where is our guest?" She asked sweetly. Captain Jensen led her into the room where he was being held, as I followed. She turned to me.

"Let me try interrogating him first, sir. Sometimes a pretty girl with a soft touch can get much farther than a man." I should have been suspicious, with the eyes and calling me sir. But I was worried about Victoria, disgusted with what they may have done, and frankly didn't really care what happened to him as long as I got the information I needed.

Amy walked towards the suspect, smiling sweetly. I wondered what a soft touch entailed. Then I found out. As she was looking at me, smiling and talking, she suddenly moved faster than I had ever seen anybody move. Faster than Victoria at the Fair. Before anyone could react, she reached out and took Captain Jensen's gun out of his holster. She nonchalantly pulled back the slide, cocked the hammer, and took off the safety all in one smooth motion. Without even looking at the man in the chair, looking at me and talking to me, she fired two shots almost simultaneously. I heard the prisoner scream, and he grabbed both of his knees. Before he could fall to the floor, she moved smoothly to his side. My little 108 lb Amy then picked him up out of the chair by the front of his shirt, held him about a foot off the ground, and slammed him against the wall, hard, holding him there. She held the gun under his chin and then she smiled sweetly at him again.

"You have ten seconds to start talking about what happened today. After that, I am going to turn you over to that man over there." She gestured at me. "He's not nice like I am. He's mean." She leaned forward and smiled encouragingly at him. "And I don't think he likes you very much," she whispered in his ear.

She was right. The soft touch from a pretty girl indeed worked very well. He started talking immediately. Amy dropped him to the floor and fired a shot into the wall, nicking his ear, and then looked at him, encouraging him to go on. He could hardly get the words out fast enough. We had names, addresses, locations of the main people responsible. He was even able to provide us with floor plan layouts and the number of guards. I left the room when he started to talk about what had happened with Victoria. I felt sick. I didn't want to know. The girls could fill me in on anything I needed to know. Then I saw Katie run out of the room, sobbing, face green, and heard her throwing up in the bathroom. I went in and held her head, stroking her hair, as she dissolved into a puddle of sobs.

While he was talking, Amy walked over to Captain Jensen and handed him his gun back. She smiled prettily and said thank you. He looked at the gun as if he thought it would bite him. He looked at her with unabashed admiration, and maybe a little fear.

Later, we all gathered in the living room. Everyone was introduced to each other. It seems the doctor was so glad to meet me because he worked for me. When I introduced Amy to Captain Jensen, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an affectionate kiss. He didn't seem displeased.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Be careful, though, you could give an old man a heart attack." Her merry giggle lightened the mood considerably. "Kind of intimate for an old Captain you've never met before, though, isn't it?"

"For an old captain, yes. But not for you." She whispered the next word so that only he and I could hear. "Grandfather."

He looked at her in shock. Then he looked at me. I was just as shocked.

"Don't look at me! I didn't tell her!" I protested. Amy laughed at us. Between her and Katie, I didn't know which way was up anymore. I had a feeling these two cute little girls were much more than we ever suspected; I was almost afraid to find out what they could really do. Little did I know I would find out sooner than I thought. I also suspected they knew much more about what was going on than they let on.

I had a private conference with Captain Jensen about what support I would need. Well, as private as it could be. Amy and Katie just followed me into the room and refused to leave. I needed to have a talk with them. Me Dad, you bratty teenage daughter, I make decisions, you obey. Yeah. Right. I told him to order a fast jet for tomorrow morning to take me to San Francisco. Amy said to make sure it would carry two. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was saying.

"You are not going, young lady!" I was scared and mad.

"Cut the crap, Dad. You need me. I can take care of myself. And if I were you, I would also talk to Captain Jensen about how well calling me young lady works!"

"Amy. You are a 13-year-old girl. A very unusual one, but still. I am not taking you into a situation like this." When did I lose control over this little... whatever she was? That was unfair. She was Amy, my precious little daughter.

"Dad. Do you really think you can stop me? You can either enjoy my company on the trip there, or I will just have Katie ground your plane and I will beat you there and do it all myself." I looked at Katie; she looked guilty, then giggled and nodded her head. "But, tell you what. Let's make it fair. Hand to hand combat or target practice at a range. If you can beat me at either one, I won't go."

My way out. I tend to downplay my abilities. It is wise when you are supposed to be a medical professional. The truth is, I am one of the best in the world at both hand to hand combat and shooting a gun. There was no way little Amy could beat me at either one of those. Although her performance with the gun in the prisoner room was impressive. Katie interrupted in my mind before I could embarrass myself.

'It's a sucker bet, Daddy. Might as well let her go. If anyone could beat her, it would be you. But you will lose. It will be close, but you will lose.' I was offended.

'You don't know what I can do, Little One, ' I said. I tried to keep my hurt feelings out of my thoughts. She noticed it though, and smiled apologetically.

'I'm sorry, Daddy. Don't be offended. Actually, I know exactly what you can do, and exactly how good you are at it. But you don't know what she can do. I do. I have seen her in action. Trust me. Besides, you really do need her for this.'

'Do you know what it would do to Victoria and me if she gets hurt?' I pleaded my case.

'Do you know what it would do to Victoria, Amy, and me if you get killed?' She countered. 'You said you trusted me with your life. Trust me now. Let her go. Do you want me to completely destroy your ego and show you in your mind what she can do?'

'It would help if I knew I didn't have to worry about her being able to take care of herself."

Katie sighed. 'One of these days you are going to learn just to take my word. Remember, you asked for it.' I watched two 'videos' run through my mind.

'Katie, can I see that again? I can't have seen that right.' I was startled. No one could do that!

'You saw it right. Here you go again.' She snickered at me as I watched it again. 'Look any different this time? Sorry, Daddy, I shouldn't tease you. It was just as hard for me to see the first time. I didn't show you the really interesting one. You've had enough shocks for the day.'

'Ok. She can go. But we are going to sit down and have a long talk when I get back. I am going to get some answers or you two are going to have some really sore little butts!' I suddenly thought of something. 'Did Amy see what you just showed me?'

'Oooh! Do we get a vote as to which one? Answers or spankings?' She giggled. 'No, Dad. Amy knows nothing about what I just showed you. She has no memory of it. We should keep it that way. At least as long as we can. She deserves to be a normal little girl.' I turned back to Amy.

"Ok, Amy, Katie has convinced me that you are going." Amy smiled gratefully at Katie. I could see it in her eyes — thank you, I didn't want to have to hurt him. "But you get yourself killed and I will never talk to you again!"

We talked about exactly what was going to happen. Amy wanted to make sure I knew where she was coming from on this.

"Dad. As far as I am concerned, this is the same as someone messing with Mommy's babies. I am going in there to kill them. Period. If that is a problem with you, tell me now so we can work something out. We will not have time to discuss this when things start happening." I felt like crying. My poor little baby. I couldn't forget those 'videos' I had seen in my mind. And Katie said she didn't show me the worst one. What had they done to my little girl? When this was all over, that issue was going to be addressed too. Right now, I was glad she was the way she was — I was going to need her.

"Amy, we are on the same page. The only conflict we are going to have is who gets to kill more of them."

I was very cold and clinical about this. They had fucked with Victoria, maybe literally as well as figuratively. They would die. The best they could hope for was a quick death. Depending on what shape Victoria was in when she woke up, they might not get that.

I arranged with Captain Jensen for everything we would need on sight. We were going in hot and the only thing that would be left would be a smoking hole. He would take care of notifying the various authorities that something would be going down and to stay out of the way. He finally convinced me to let him have a support group nearby on standby in case we ran into trouble. I let him only because, as I remembered again those 'videos' in my mind, I knew we would never need them. This was personal; we would do it ourselves.

Just before we were ready to go to bed, Katie came in. She was disheveled and looked really bad. She looked like she had a bad headache. Both Amy and I went to her, and sat her down on the couch between us.

"Katie! What's wrong, Little One?" I was shocked at how she looked.

"I don't know. I have an awful headache. I have so much interference in my mind. I think someone or something is trying to contact me. I can't think." She sounded desperate. "I can't block them."

We hugged her. Amy tried to patch in with her to try to help block them, but it didn't help. I decided to try something to help. I had no idea what I was doing. I blanked my mind, then thought of Katie as hard as I could. I blocked everything else out. I felt her confusion, her pain, her distraction. Then I saw some orange tendrils flowing in from the side. When I focused on them, I heard static, confusion. I somehow knew this was what was causing her problem. I also somehow knew it was not trying to hurt her. It was as if the tendrils were lost, looking for the right place to go. But I had to stop it. I focused on it as hard as I could, then commanded "STOP" as 'loud' as I could. I could sense surprise; it was startled. Then, I swear, the tendrils formed into the shape of words. It spelled out "yes sir." This was too freaky for words. The tendrils turned a softer orange, and just swirled around, still in her mind, but not focusing anymore.

Katie visibly relaxed and started to look better immediately. Both Amy and Katie looked at me in amazement.

"It went away! What did you do?" They asked in unison. They both were staring at me.

"I don't know. Did it work?" I had no idea what I was doing, but Katie looked better.

"I think so. It's still there, but it's behaving. I feel I should know what this is, but I can't place it." Katie seemed truly puzzled. Then she bit her lower lip. I knew what that meant. Confession time.

"Daddy. I think we had better have that talk now, before you go. I have a really bad feeling about this. Something is wrong, terribly wrong. There is something I have missed, or that I am not seeing. It doesn't add up; it doesn't make sense. I cannot send you out there without you knowing everything I know." She turned to Amy, tears in her eyes.

"Amy, you know I love you more than I can tell you, don't you?" She seemed really concerned. Amy nodded. "Do you trust me, Amy? Really, really trust me?" Amy looked concerned, but nodded her head again. "I'm so sorry, Amy, but you cannot hear what I have to say to Patrick." Patrick, not Daddy. This was going to be serious. Especially to cut Amy out. "Please, Amy, please, don't be mad at me. Don't hate me. You know I don't keep secrets from you. But you can't know this. Not yet. Please?" She was crying now.

Amy is such a sweetheart. She will do anything, especially for Katie. I know it cost her dearly, being a genius and as curious as she is, but she smiled tenderly at Katie.

"It's ok. If you say it is necessary, I believe you. You've saved my life, Katie. At least I can give you this. Why don't I ever get to save someone's life? I seem to always be the one that needs saving!" She smiled teasingly. "As long as you are not pulling another scam on me, like when you blocked me from your mind while I was asleep when you were seducing my Daddy in the basement!" She smiled to show her she was not really mad. Katie blushed and gasped. I gulped. "You two think you are so smart, don't you? What really hurts is that you would think I would be fooled by such an amateur ploy." She laughed to show us she really wasn't offended.

"You knew?" Katie whispered. "Amy, I am so sorry!" Amy grinned at her. She always gets you back! Katie turned to me.

"In five minutes, an icon will appear on your computer desktop. It will remain there for one hour, and then will disappear forever. As soon as you open it, the icon will disappear forever. The file can only be opened once. Once it is opened, it will remain for one hour. Then it will disappear forever. It cannot be recovered. If anyone else but you tries to open it, it will disappear forever. If anyone is in the room with you when you open it, it will disappear forever. When you click on the icon, a password will appear in your mind. Type it in. That password will never work again. Do not type it in wrong. Are you getting the impression that I want only you to read this file?" She giggled. Then she turned serious again. "Please, Daddy, please, keep loving us after you read it. Please? Remember, we want nothing more than to be your little girls. Remember that Victoria loves you so much it hurts. We didn't ask for this. Remember, tell no one what you read. I shouldn't even be sharing this with you. I have no idea what ramifications this might have. But I am afraid of what is out there, and I can't let you go without knowing about all of us."

"Are you sure I don't need this information to be prepared too?" Amy asked. Katie smiled at her.

"Nice try, Amy. The last thing I am concerned about is you being prepared."

I kissed the two girls, and went into my office. It was exactly as Katie said it would be. I opened the file, and started to read.

Katie's File:

My name is Katie Thompson. I am 13 years old. I, like Amy and Victoria (Mommy) ran across this file while Patrick (Daddy) was unconscious. I did not write in it then, as I figured two was enough. Besides, they were being computer pigs! However, Daddy is out of town for a few days at a medical conference, so I have access to this now. No, they did not leave us here alone. We are staying at Rebecca's house, three doors down, but we have access to the house. Although I consider myself a good, moral and trustworthy person, I guess I must be a little lower in moral fiber than Amy and Victoria, because, unlike Amy and Victoria, I could not resist reading this file. And their additions. I did, however, tell Daddy that I had read it when I talked to him on the phone yesterday. He laughed and said he wondered who would find it and read it first. He had already seen the stuff Amy and Victoria had written. It seems that Victoria was planning to erase much of her writings, but she must have forgotten.

I have Daddy's permission to write this account of our family. It was necessary to get his permission because of some of the things that will be revealed here that pertain to all the members of my family (you don't know how good that feels to say — my family!). We had a big long fight about this. I think this story has to be written in case anything happens to us. Daddy thinks it is dangerous, and he also just hates to be the object of attention, as he will be in this story. He doesn't know what is in here until he reads it; he just knows enough to know he is not going to like it. We compromised; I am writing the story, but it will be password encrypted with a code that is unbreakable. The code to open that encryption is buried in the minds of Patrick, Amy and Victoria. They do not know it is there. I will explain as we go along how I can do that. The code will become available to their memory at any time that any one of them is the only surviving member left of our family. I have access to the code at all times, and can change it at will. That change will automatically update to everyone's mind. There are safeguards in my mind that will inactivate the current code, change it to another code, and transfer that code to Patrick's mind and erase it from my mind if a serious attempt that I can't handle is made to access it in my mind by anyone other than me. Patrick can also change the code, but he doesn't know that. Under certain conditions, this knowledge will become available to him. So, if you reading this file it means a) I am dead (that will really ruin my day!), b) I am captured and incommunicado, or c) I have released it or transferred it to Patrick's mind for some reason. I really hope it is c).

I guess I have your attention now! Let me begin again.

My name is Katie Marie Thompson. I am 13 years old. I am 5' nothing, 90 lbs, long blond hair, and eyes that used to be blue but now are blue with yellow flecks in them. Let me say right off the bat, as I am sure you are wondering; I do not know what Amy, Victoria, Patrick, Cindi, Becky or I am (or were, in Becky and Cindi's case). I do not think we are aliens (I hope not; I want to be human) but I do not know that for sure. I think we are, shall I say, governmentally manipulated humans. I have some reasons for believing that that I will share as I go along. I cannot prove that, however. I also want to reiterate that I am a normal 13-year-old kid. I am going to tell you many things here that will make it seem like I am much older, that I know what is going to happen, that I know why things happen. Some of that is true. But, I giggle like all teenagers, I panic when my Daddy is hurt. I cry every night in my bed because I miss my twin sister Becky. At least two nights a week, Amy crawls into bed with me and I hold her as she cries about missing Cindi. And I cry with her. Do you know what it does to you to watch and listen to someone who never cries, one of the toughest, strongest people you know, as they cry? I know Cindi had to die, but I still cry for her. I still wish she had not. I would still give up my life to bring her back. I am still a mixed up kid, even though part of me knows things no one else knows.

If you have read Patrick's file, you know most of my story. My lousy family life. My father raping me for six months when I was 11 years old. How he raped Becky. Her death in the fire. My guilt in deserting her and my responsibility for her death. Cindi's death. My connection mentally with Amy. My love for Patrick and our relationship. It is all there. Read it if you haven't already. It tells everything about me. Everything worth knowing. Which isn't much. I wish I were as interesting as Amy is or Cindi was.

If I could be anyone in the world, I would want to be Amy. I envy her. She is my hero, along with Patrick. Patrick because he saved my life. He doesn't realize that. He is so clueless sometimes! Victoria knows. Amy is the smartest person I know. She was correct in what she wrote — Cindi was smarter, although at the level both of them are / were it is a moot point. Amy is able to use that intelligence better than anyone I know, except possibly Patrick. She is beautiful. She can do anything. She is sweet. But the real reason I envy her is that she is the only person in our family that has led a somewhat normal life. Cindi is dead. I would not wish on my worst enemy the life that Victoria and I have led. Well, maybe on those that killed Cindi. They have no idea the mistake they made there. They will. If they had just left her alone, we might all be dead now and they would be safe. I'm so glad they are ignorant fools. Patrick's life has been better than Victoria's or mine, but still not wonderful. Amy is so lucky.

I guess I should explain how I know all of this. All of us kids have a power that is special and peculiar to them. Mine (and Becky's) is /was the power of the mind. I think there were two of those in case something happened to one of us. Or maybe because we were identical twins. So identical powers. Get it? Sorry. I am a tutor at school and I am used to explaining things to those boobs. I lied when I told Patrick I did not know how I inserted myself into Amy's mind to replace Cindi. I know exactly how I did it. The tricky part was to find who could replace Becky in my mind. It appears that could only be Amy. I had no problems inserting the codes for this file in each of their minds. I know more about this family than anyone else does. That is because their minds are open to me. I am a mind reader. Before you decide that is neat, know that I only recently have learned how to somewhat decide when and with whom I want to do it. I have also learned to a certain extent to ignore it to keep myself from going crazy, but that control is tenuous at best. If this discourse seems somewhat disjointed, that is likely the reason. It is sometimes hard to concentrate with the constant interruptions. I am getting better, however. I am the only person, besides Captain Jensen, that knows what Patrick really does. Even his enemies are in for a rude surprise; they don't know the half of it. I will explain later. I can also patch into and manipulate computers. I can to a limited extent implant things into minds. I cannot force things they would not have there.

Cindi's ability was to heal, and to manipulate events. Cindi might have been able to change the outcome of that car accident had it been anybody else that was in it. She could never change events that directly affected only her. That is why our enemies had to kill her. Unbeknownst to the other members of the family, except me, including herself, Cindi had already saved us several times. The act of manipulating events erases the memory of the old event from everyone's mind. Except... yep, you guessed it... mine. Lucky me. NOT! Little did anyone know that Cindi's death, as sad as it was, had to happen and started a chain of events that are very necessary and cannot be stopped. If Cindi didn't die, our family wouldn't continue to live. I think that at some level she knew that. She didn't know how or when, but she knew it would happen. I don't know how her death saves us, but I know it will. Don't ask me how I know this. I don't know. I know without a doubt that it is true, however. I think we will know it when it happens. I suspected that Cindi had some of Amy's abilities in a lighter dose, but I never saw any proof of that.

Amy's ability is physical ability. Her control of her body and ability to use it is unbelievable. I have seen the replay in Patrick's mind of Victoria's actions at the Fair. I know what she can do. It is truly an experience to see Victoria and Amy spar and watch Amy kick Victoria's ass 10 out of 10 times without even breaking a sweat. Victoria finally fully understood on the day that Amy did it blindfolded. To her credit, Victoria laughed and thought it was neat. Then she was really, really nice to Amy the rest of the day! I have seen Amy blindfolded, spun around until she is dizzy, then watched her put a bullet in the center of six different targets spread around the room in 3.5 seconds. While still blindfolded. With either hand. She has no problems fighting hand to hand and shooting at the same time. I doubt there is anything she cannot do. Do not fuck with that girl (figuratively, not literally! With her body control, I'm sure she will be really fun literally!). You will be dead before you realize you are in trouble. You might say it might be different if it was real combat. I once watched them give Victoria a mind control drug and then ordered her to kill Amy. She had no idea what she was doing. Amy had no idea what was going on. It made no difference. Amy still kicked Victoria's butt. What kind of low life makes a mother try to kill her own daughter just to see what would happen? We never saw the doctor running that experiment, and the one with the ten armed men, again. I think the handlers realized how stupid that was too. All of us have special duties. Some of us don't realize what we are to do yet. Amy has known her reason for existence since she was a little girl. It is to protect her Daddy, Patrick. Ever seen a small thermonuclear explosion on TV? That is almost as bad as what you will see if anyone ever tries to harm Patrick when Amy is around. I saw it once, at the camp. They gave her a mind-controlling drug, put her, unarmed, in a room with ten armed men, and convinced her that Patrick was there and in danger of being killed. It was the most terrible thing I have ever seen. In three minutes, she was the only one left standing in that room. The men had guns, and they used them. They could not hit her. She dodged their bullets. Yes, dodged them! She had one small bullet crease on her arm because four of them fired at her at once from different directions and she just couldn't avoid all of them. Only two of the men survived. Afterwards, she found me, took my hand, and led me to the cafeteria to eat lunch, as if nothing happened. She scared the hell out of our handlers at the camp that day. They never again tested Amy on anything physical. They had seen as much as they ever wanted to see. She didn't fool me, however. I held her, cuddled her, whispered to her for the next four nights, trying to undo what those assholes had done to her, as she sobbed her little heart out all night long for what she did to those men. She is so sweet and they made her into a killing machine. There are times when it is a good thing that they wipe our memories when we leave camp. I fervently wish I did not have that memory anymore.

Victoria and Patrick's special talents, if they have them, have not manifested themselves yet. Since they have the same lineage as I do, I think they will. Patrick's power may be a lesser combination of all our powers, plus the power of command. I think command will be his main power. Victoria's power, at least one of them, seems to be similar to Amy's only a little less. Therefore, I think she should have some other powers. Especially after all the power that was slamming around the room when Patrick was brought out of his coma. There are already some effects of that release of power that are showing up in some of us, although we are not all aware of it just yet. This is partially my fault, if fault is the right word. I was not supposed to enter into the power stream. Actually, I didn't know I could do that. But it appeared Amy was having trouble and Patrick had to be saved.

Your first question will be: how do I know all this stuff? I have seen it during our periodic visits to "the camps." If each of us, except Patrick and me, were to examine their memories carefully, they would find gaps in them periodically where they have no memory. These are the camp visits. Their memory of them is wiped out before they are brought back home. That wipe does not work on me. I don't think the people who run the camps know that. I think they have no idea of my access to all this data. My mind cannot be wiped — I cannot forget anything. Don't ever think that is not a curse! If I could have any wish granted in the world, other than to be Amy, it would be to be able to forget or change my past life. The only exception to this memory wipe for the others is some memory of Amy's. For some reason she remembers one of the sparring episodes with Victoria. Not the blindfolded one. Victoria does not remember them. Amy has some idea what she can do physically, but she has no idea to what extent. Often, our powers only reveal themselves when needed. Cindi had no idea how to cure Amy until it was needed. Amy had no idea she could take out those kids at school until it happened. I had no idea I could add my power stream to Amy's. I didn't even know I had a power stream. I have no idea who the people at the camps are. Is this making any sense? I have been especially distracted lately. It is almost as if something, or someone, is trying to contact me.

Victoria has already stated in her write up what she does. She has no idea that some of the trips she takes are not to where she thinks they are. They are to the camps. The job she does for the government is not part of the plan of the camp people, but they have not interfered with it. They cannot change her need to do it without seriously damaging her. She also understates the danger of what she does. She is uniquely suited to do what she does. I will not state here why she does what she does. It is an intensely personal reason that has to come from her. I have been to that part of her mind once. That is enough. I will never go back there again if I have a choice. I was afraid I would not survive. How she deals with that is beyond me. Somehow, her relationship with Patrick has helped her deal with it; wall it off into a black area. It occasionally breaks out, when someone tries to hurt her babies. She actually was rather controlled at the Fair. Let's just say if you have her, Amy and Patrick together, you don't need an army. All those guys would just get in the way. Do you get the idea I just adore Amy? Giggle!

Patrick is unique. He is the only one that does not go to the camps, at least since he was a little boy. They are not pleased with him. They cannot do anything with him. He only survives because of the necessity of his breeding stock for the lineage. They have made a huge mistake in leaving him alive. Now they cannot kill him. Would you want to try that with Amy around? They know what she is capable of; they dare not incur her wrath.

Patrick belongs to an international organization known simply as "24". He refers to it in his mind more often as 'two- four'. Actually, he is the founder and leader of the organization. It is a conglomerate of ex-intelligence, ex-law enforcement, and ex-military personnel. It is the most elite private investigation firm in existence today, if PI is the right term. Although most law enforcement firms, intelligence organizations, and military leaders have heard of "24", they know little about it. They have the full cooperation of all governments. It wouldn't matter if they didn't, as most of the time, they don't involve the governments anyway, but act at a much lower level. There is nothing that Patrick could request that he would not have immediately. Having the cooperation of the governments only makes it easier to clean up later. "24" is the most nonpolitical, incorruptible entity in existence. They only accept jobs that help people or organizations that are in trouble. That and anything that protects Patrick's loved ones. They only work for good. Patrick will not let them do anything else. No job is too little or too big if it will help a person or organization that is being taken advantage of or unfairly hurt. Although most everyone that has dealings with "24" knows that Patrick is associated with it, I don't believe anyone knows his true involvement in it. The organization grew out of a disastrous experience Patrick had as a young teen with a young girl named Julie that he was extremely close to. It was not a sexual relationship of any kind; she was only six years old. Her life ended one day very badly. He swore that no one would ever hurt one of his loved ones again if he could help it. Once he was old enough, he set up "24" to accomplish that purpose. In some way that I don't understand, Victoria was also impacted by that same situation, even though Patrick and Victoria did not know each other then. I strongly suspect the memory of that experience resides in that black area of her brain. It is responsible for her response when someone tries to mess with her babies. Somehow, the experience of the young girl is connected with her relationship with the older man that taught her about love and saved her life when she was in her early teens. Patrick stepped away from "24" a number of years ago after an operation that somehow went wrong and resulted in the death of his high school sweetheart. After he personally killed everyone that caused her death, he left the business. He felt he did not like what he had become, that he wanted to save lives, not take them. The organization stipulated that he was able to assume command anytime on a moment's notice. He occasionally used their organization, like when he arranged Victoria's flight home when Amy was sick.

As I stated earlier, I have no idea who the camp people are. Our association with them has always been as teacher and student. I would assume since they periodically bring us to the camps that they still have some plans for us. It should be interesting to see how that will change if Patrick reads this and finds out that some of the cheerleader camps his girls went to were not that at all.

I guess it is obvious here that some of what I have told my new family was not exactly true. Like not knowing them until I moved to town last year. I have known them most of my life. From the camps. They just don't remember me. Although Amy and Cindi might have had some indistinct memories — that would explain why they were always rather distant with me. Like pretending I didn't know how I saved Amy. Most everything else is true. I am Patrick and Victoria's sister. My twin sister, Becky, did die in a fire. All of that is true.

There is a big fight coming. I don't know with whom. Someone killed Cindi, and tried to kill Amy and Victoria. Patrick has stepped on their toes big time in protecting his family. I almost hope they go after him. That will end it really quickly when they run into Amy. I think that is going to happen anyway. Several pieces of this whole puzzle just don't make sense to me, though. I can't put my finger on it. I wonder why they have never gone after me. Surely, they must know about me. Surely, someone must know how much of this I have figured out. Why do they think they don't have to worry about me?

I wish I knew who is trying to contact me. Their color is orange. It is getting increasingly annoying and distracting. It is distorted somehow. I hope the enemy doesn't have others like us. I really don't want to see two Amy's fight.

Our family is driven by love. That is the source of all our power. That is why we seem to be normal people until something or someone threatens someone we love. That, and self-defense, activates everything. Amy could not walk into a bar and start a fight. It wouldn't work. She would get her butt kicked. If someone attacks her, or even insults someone she loves, such as the kids at school making disparaging remarks about Cindi, their world can change very quickly. She controls it pretty well though. We have discovered we each have an aura connected with us. It is often connected with eye color. I am yellow — that was not connected with my eye color, but my eyes are changing to that color. Amy is bright, deep green. Cindi was bright, deep blue. Both of those match the eye color. Becky died before we started exhibiting auras, so we don't know what hers would have been. Patrick and Victoria have not exhibited an aura yet, but both their eye colors are the same as Amy's, bright, deep green.

Our family has some unusual ideas about love and sex. It is difficult to form a relationship with someone that does not know or understand what you are or what you can do. Keeping a huge secret like that from your partner can really affect a relationship. Somehow, Patrick and Victoria have managed with their secrets, maybe because it is the same secret. We tend to form our relationships within our own family and fellow manipulated beings. It seems that is our own brothers and sisters, parents and children. Incest means nothing to us. It is as if we are a different species with a very small gene pool to pick from. That may be why Amy and Cindi had so much power — Patrick and Victoria being twin brother and sister, they got a double dose of the genes that control these powers. There are no feelings of taboo with any of us. Well, maybe Patrick, but that is more concern about causing harm, not a taboo per se. I feel like I am really rambling here. I just cannot concentrate well with all the interference in my mind.

I am writing this so that someday someone will know what they have done to us. Amy, Cindi, myself, Becky, we are / were just kids, damn it! Amy should be enjoying herself, learning about life and love from boys, going to dances. She shouldn't be a well-polished killing machine. She is the sweetest person you would ever want to meet, yet she has to live with the guilt of killing people. No one should have to live through what has been done to Victoria. I have never experienced so much pain, sadness and suffering in one person. She shouldn't have to live with the guilt of what she has done to survive. It is not fair! This must never happen again. I will update this account as we come across more information as to who is responsible for all this.

I hope I am still alive if you are reading this. I wanted to die so badly after Becky died. I even tried to kill myself. But after I have met Amy, Victoria, Patrick I want to live. I hope I'm not dead. If you are reading this, Patrick, please don't think your little girls are monsters. If you could see into Amy's mind as I can, you would see how wonderful she is. Of course, I see how you look at her, so you already know. Who wouldn't love her? Please keep loving us. We love you, and always will.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I finished reading the file. It only made me love my girls more. They really were special. I walked out into the room where Amy and Katie were waiting for me. They both had nervous looks on their faces. They looked so pretty, so vulnerable, so helpless standing there, afraid I would condemn them. They just looked like scared little girls. There must be some mistake. That pretty little girl called Amy that I saw standing in front of me, biting her lower lip, could not be the same girl I saw in the 'video'. But I knew it was. My heart just melted. I still had tears on my face. I hugged and kissed both of them. Then I took them by the hand and led them into the bedroom where we were staying.

My Dad and Mom are just the greatest parents in the world. All my friends are in love with my Daddy (so am I! Giggle!), and have adopted Mom as their Mom away from home. Mom is not around much — she travels a lot. She's a computer troubleshooter; just ask her, that's what she'll tell you. Dad and I know better. She thought she was pulling the wool over Dad's eyes for a long time, but he wasn't as fooled as she thinks he was. He's pretty smart. He has his own secrets too. I haven't figured it all out yet, but I think it's pretty much the same as Mom's secret. I think the whole thing is hilarious. Here all these years they've been keeping these big secrets from each other and eventually they're going to find out it's essentially the same secret! Parents! What's wrong with just telling each other? And me! I'm going to find it out anyway — I always figure these things out myself. Did I tell you I'm a genius?

I've been worried about Daddy for a while. I don't think he's ever dealt with Cindi's death. Not that I'm doing so well, but at least I have had a good cry (several of them actually — poor Daddy). I think he's just transferred those feelings for Cindi to Katie. I knew that one of these days this was all going to come around and bite him. I think it finally did Sunday.

I guess I should tell you something important about me. I hope Daddy doesn't mind me telling this, but I doubt he has in mind just anyone reading this. You see, Cindi and I, and now Katie, have always had this special thing. We could read emotions really well. I always knew how she was feeling, and she always knew how I was feeling. We could do it with our parents also. We can also tell where the other one is, no matter how far away. The location thing works with Mom and Dad also but not as well. We could just feel it in our minds. They think we could just do the emotion thing with them sometimes; we've never told them how well we could do it with them. We didn't want to freak them out. It gets somewhat interesting sometimes when they are... um... fooling around. Those emotions can be pretty overwhelming for a 13-year-old girl! Maybe one of these days I'll gross Daddy out by letting him know how... excited... Cindi and I would get sometimes! Giggle! Course, maybe it wouldn't gross him out. Maybe I won't think about that. I don't know how I'd feel about that (yes I do, I just don't want to think about it! Giggle!). Not that we knew what it all meant. We used to sneak over to the door of their bedroom and watch. Why not? If we're going to feel the emotions, we might as well watch! Dad caught Katie and me the other day, but he didn't tell Mom. He is so cool! What would really make them freak out is if they knew that I'm getting better at this. Sometimes I swear I can read their minds. I know what they are thinking before they say it. I try to control that. The way Daddy looks at Katie sometimes, I do not think I want to know what he is thinking! Giggle!

Anyway, where I was going with this is that Daddy has never dealt with Cindi's death. I can see the pain in his eyes sometimes, even often, and I can read in his emotions that he still hurts. I think that's what's going on now. His mind is so mixed up and confused, I can hardly make sense out of his emotions. I can feel tremendous guilt, and I know that somehow it seems to be connected with Cindi and me. I don't know why. Cindi's death was an accident. How could that be his fault? I don't know what he has to feel guilty about with me. Somehow, Mom is involved in his concerns too. That one has to do with fear. Is he afraid she's in danger? Surely, he can't be afraid she would leave him, no matter what the problem is. That would never happen. Even with my reading him, I have no answers.

Whatever happened to him started Saturday night when we were at my grandparent's house for the birthday celebrations. Up to that time, he was fine. I noticed all of a sudden that he was upset about something. I teased him about dropping his wineglass and asked him why he was upset. Boy, did he take my head off! He has never talked to me like that before. I would've been really mad and hurt if I hadn't been able to feel that he was really hurting. The next day he was even worse. He yelled at me again, but I was determined not to let it get to me. Then he yelled at Katie! That really got Mom worried. Daddy would never be mean to Katie. We decided to give them our presents to try to cheer him up and then he had to take a phone call. He said it wasn't important, but he was lying. Then he just got really upset when I gave him Cindi's present. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but I know she wanted him to have it. She spent a lot of time getting it just right. He went into the office, and that's when the emotions coming out of his mind got really scary. About then is when he collapsed. Mom and I got him to the bed. When he still hadn't responded by the next day, Mom got worried.

"Amy, I think we should call a doctor. I don't like this," she said. I didn't think it was a good idea to call just a regular doctor. I don't know what Dad's secret is, but if it's like Mom's, as I suspect, he would not want to see just a regular doctor.

"Mom, I'll take care of that. You stay here with him. I think he would want you to be close to him." That wasn't much of a risk; I knew she didn't want to leave him anyway. She and Katie could tend to him while I could figure something out. As I left the room, I picked up a fountain pen that was in his shirt. Nobody paid any attention to me.

I had noticed something odd about that pen. He had only been carrying it the last few weeks. Suddenly it appeared along with his favorite one. And it looked different. On a hunch, I picked it up, went into the other room, and started playing with it. It didn't take me long to figure out this was not just a fountain pen. It did some other things too. It seemed to be a cell phone of some kind. I punched speed dial one and it vibrated in my hand. Ok, that was Daddy's number. I managed to get into an address book of some kind. The entries seemed to be coded, but it didn't take me long to find one that looked like my number. I set my cell phone on vibrate, and then hit that speed dial number. Yep, my phone went off. Ok. I could tell then that Dad was number one, Mom was number three, I was number four, and Katie was number five. So, who was number two? He started carrying this after Cindi died, so it couldn't be her. So, if Dad was number one, and he was out of commission, and I needed to get him a doctor, who else better to go to than whoever was number two? Did I tell you I was a genius? Giggle! Here goes nothing. I dialed number two. I hope I was doing the right thing. I heard the phone being answered.

"Yes?" a soft-spoken polite female voice spoke.

"Please don't hang up. My name is Amy Phillips..."

"Please hold on," she interrupted. I heard a series of clicks, and then a male voice answered.

"This is Captain Jensen. How may I help you?"

"Please," I repeated, "don't hang up. I found this number and my Dad needs help." I was getting a little flustered now and didn't give them all the information I should have.

"How did you get this number, young lady?" He asked firmly.

"I found it listed in a fountain pen phone like thingy that my Dad had. He's unconscious and needs a doctor."

"How did you figure out how to use it, and why did you dial this number, young lady?" I wish he would quit calling me that!

"It was pretty easy to figure out, and I figured out all the other numbers, and since he was number one, I figured out I wanted to talk to the number two guy. That's you. And don't you dare call me young lady again! And how come you've never asked me who my Dad is?" I was beginning to wonder about this guy.

He chuckled softly. "You must be Amy. I don't have to ask who your Dad is. The fact that you dialed this number means he could only be one person. Patrick told me you were very smart. So far, you're doing fine. We have a problem, though. An authorization code is normally used. Since I have never talked to you before, I don't know your voice. I'm not sure if you are who you really say you are.

"Fine. If you insist on going by the book, the authorization code is Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray. I believe you now would repeat that back to me. However, let's cut the crap and I'll tell you that your authorization code is Delta four seven three Charley. Can we get on with the business of getting help for my Dad now?"

There was a long silence.

"How do you know those codes, young... er, Amy?" He sounded surprised.

"I don't know. I've never heard them before. I just knew them now. I guess they're right, huh?" I felt a little sorry for him. He didn't know how to deal with a smart-ass 13-year-old genius. I wondered if it would make him feel better that I don't know how to deal with me most of the time either!

"Are you at home right now? Maybe I should speak to Victoria." He still was not comfortable dealing with a teenager. I felt a little better that he knew Mom's name.

"I wouldn't suggest that. Mom doesn't know anything about this part of Dad's life. I don't think Dad wants her too, either. She probably won't believe you."

"And what do you know about 'this part of your Dad's life', Amy?" He asked.

"I know enough to figure out this isn't a normal pen. I know enough to figure out how to use it. I know enough to not call a regular doctor. I know enough to figure out you're the one to call and how to do it. I'm afraid you are stuck with the teenage smart-ass kid. Sorry."

For the first time, he laughed. "You are amazing, Amy. No wonder your father is so proud of you. There will be a doctor there in 15 minutes. And Amy... forget all about this number and conversation."

"Darn. I sure wish I could get this stupid number to work. All I get is a busy signal!" I giggled.

He laughed and hung up. I had done what I could. I hoped Captain Jensen was one of the good guys. Now it was time to go back and see if I could help Daddy.

Victoria:

My name is Victoria Phillips. Patrick Phillips is my husband of 15 years. Like Amy, I haven't read what Patrick has written. Amy and I have also agreed not to read what each one of us has written. At least, that is the plan. I wouldn't put it past Amy to sneak in and read what I wrote later. She is trustworthy, just too curious for her own good sometimes. So, Amy, if you're reading this, I love you honey, and you're a brat! <I am not! Oops!>

Amy:

The doctor arrived right on time. He was an older gentleman and seemed to know my Dad, and his history, very well. After checking him out, he ran some kind of portable scanning device over his head. I have never seen one of those on TV. He compared it to some scan tracings he brought with him. Previous brain scans? Daddy, what do you do for a living, really? Later, he sat down with Mom and me to talk to us about Dad. He wouldn't let Katie sit in because she is not listed officially as a member of the family. Wow! Was she mad! I have never seen Katie that mad before. Remind me never to get her mad at me! The doctor said that as far as he could tell, Dad had suffered multiple emotional, traumatic events very close together and he had just emotionally shut down. He would probably just stay that way until his brain sorted them out and figured out how to deal with them. That is what scares me. His brain is so messed up right now, emotionally, that I wasn't sure how that was going to happen. He didn't seem to be working on it right now. I tried to act cool about what he said, to keep from scaring Mom, but I'm not a good actor and Mom is pretty smart. I'm so glad Katie was not in there. Now we have to calm down and then figure out something to tell her. Right. Like she hasn't already read our emotions. I think I'm learning what Daddy has known for a little while now — trying to lie to someone who reads your emotions is pretty useless. Rats! It's not much fun being on the receiving end of problems with this reading stuff!

I asked Mom to go talk to Katie. I told her Katie would be able to read my face too well. I just wanted her out of the room. I decided to try something I swore I would never do; try to read my Daddy's mind without him being able to tell I was doing it. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what was there, but if I could help him, I would take his pain. I will write more later.

Well, that was a big waste of time. I'm not very good at this mind-reading stuff anyway, at least not yet. His mind was so jumbled up and confused, I couldn't tell much more than I already knew from the emotions. For some reason he is overcome with guilt about Cindi and me. Why Cindi? It was a car accident... wasn't it? Could Cindi's accident have been not an accident? Why would the police not know that? Wait — the phone call Sunday! That voice could have been Chief Haskin! I know Daddy was lying when he said it wasn't important. But why would Daddy feel responsible / guilty? Ah, because of his big secret. Maybe he felt he should have /could have protected us. He did say he had people following us. He thinks he is so smart with that 'make Amy mad so she will stop asking questions and go away' act. Like I can't see through that! Ok, let's assume that is it with Cindi. God, I hope I'm wrong! That will really tear Mom and Dad up. Not to mention the bloodbath that is going to follow if I know them the way I do. They had better not even try to keep me out of it. That was my Cindi! Ok, calm down. This is still just speculation. Ok, so we go with that for now. Then why would he feel guilty about me. What has happened with me? Oh, shit! Oops! Daddy thinks I don't know or say those words. I meant shucky durn golly gee willikers! My illness? Surely not! Can't think of anything else. Now where does Mom fit in? It doesn't feel like he is scared for Mom's life. More like just scared for them. Why? She's crazy about him, and he about her. I can't even think of anything that could break them apart. When did all this start? Saturday night when we were looking at the pictures of Mom. And he's scared about Mom. I first noticed he was upset when he dropped his wineglass. He dropped his wineglass when looking at the pictures. Which picture? Let's see... The original picture of Mom and her... brother??? Same birthday? Holy shit! And I ain't apologizing this time! That's not possible! Is it? Oh, man, if that's it, I have GOT to be there when he tells Mom to see the look on her face! That would be priceless. But... surely he doesn't think that after 17 years Mom would leave him just due to a little thing like she is married to her... twin... brother? She wouldn't. Even if she would, she'd have to deal with me first! But he may not realize that in his state of mind. I really like being a genius, but I really hope I'm wrong on this. God, Cindi... I know dead is dead, but man, I hope you didn't go like that. If Dad thinks Mom goes crazy when someone hurts her babies, he ain't seen what a smart-ass 13 year old genius who just happens to be able to kick her Mom's ass in a fight (he doesn't know about that yet; and we have seen what she can do!) is going to do about someone murdering her twin sister! Wonderful. The genius figures it out — maybe. So, how does that help Daddy? I'm going to bed. I wish Cindi were here. She figured out how to save me when I was dying. I'm sure she would have been able to help Daddy.

No change in Daddy's condition today. I'm really getting worried. I love you Daddy, please don't leave me! I have to go — I have to go cry, and everyone knows Amy does not cry, so I got to go hide. Oh, God, Mommy and me and Katie can't survive without Daddy!

I'm back. Mom is becoming a basket case. I actually saw her cry this morning. Mom never cries. I have to find a way to help her and Daddy. I had the weirdest dream last night. It was very clear and realistic. Daddy and Cindi were there. Daddy was in the same condition he's in now. Cindi gave me very detailed instructions on how to wake him up. I just wish it were that simple. The instructions were rather embarrassing. Especially with your Daddy! Giggle! Not that I have not thought about that! Giggle! Cindi said something really weird in the dream. She said, "All you had to do is ask." What does that mean? Oh well; it's just a dream, right?

Ok, something weird is going on here. I had the same dream again last night. About Daddy and Cindi and how to wake him up. It was so realistic. At one point in the dream, Cindi and I were cuddled up on the bed together, naked. How embarrassing! I mean, it's not as if Cindi and I were never cuddled together naked. Sometimes when Mom and Dad would get us so... um... you know. I mean, it's not like Cindi and I ever actually did anything together. I mean, we just couldn't. It would be too much like doing it with yourself, you know? But... well, sometimes we would... um... do ourselves... you know what I mean... right next to each other. It was better that way. But not with our Daddy and Mommy watching and naked too like in the dream, for heavens sake! I just have this really strong feeling that this is the way to help Daddy. But how can Cindi be showing me this? She's, like, dead, you know? I know she could do things we didn't know about. Could she have planted this in my brain for use sometime when I needed it?

Ok, three nights in a row, more real each time. I've got to talk to Mom about this. Oh, God, this is way too weird! I am really uncomfortable with this. But if it will help Daddy...

I slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. I was having a wonderful dream, about Victoria, Cindi, Amy, and Katie, all wrapped together in wonderful love. I wondered if my heart could take it! I realized, as I came more awake, that I was indeed wrapped up in love, having just had an orgasm. I sighed, then opened my eyes and found myself cuddled up to Victoria. Heavenly! Then I realized that Amy was cuddled up to my other side, smiling at me. Naked. Oh no! Please! Not Amy!

"Amy, I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" Amy put her finger across my lips.

"Shh Daddy, it's ok. It was necessary. It's ok," she reassured me.

"Did I... did we... ?" I asked, panic-stricken.

"No, Daddy, we didn't," She assured me. Then she gave me a teasing 'Amy' grin. "Not yet!" She whispered. "But the night is still young!" Victoria, Amy and Katie all laughed at me as I blushed.

"I love you all," I whispered. Then I remembered everything that had happened before I blacked out. Oh, God! I couldn't help it. I started crying.

They all looked at me, concerned, and cuddled up to me, holding me close. I couldn't help it. I sobbed brokenly against them for what seemed like hours. All the pain, the sadness, the sorrow that I had never dealt with after the death of Cindi; it all came pouring out. I couldn't stop it. Amy held me, whispering in my ear "I know, Daddy. I know. Let it go Daddy. I understand. I love you. Always. Remember. No matter what. I love you."

"Oh, Amy, I only wish that would be true! You have no idea what I have to tell you, my precious little girl." I sobbed. She just held me.

"Victoria, I love you so much! I'm going to miss you so much, I don't know if I can stand it!" I cried.

"Patrick, my love, why would you miss me? I am not going anywhere, now or ever. I love you, now and forever!"

"I only wish that were true, my love. The things I must tell you. You will hate me!" My heart was breaking.

"Mom. Katie. Can you give me a few minutes alone with Daddy? Please. Trust me." Amy looked at them, her eyes begging them.

After they left the room, Amy looked at me, smiling gently.

"Ok, Dad, what is so awful that we will stop loving you? Do you really think that would ever happen?" She smiled encouragingly.

"Oh, Amy, you have no idea." I had no idea how or where to begin. She sensed my confusion.

"Ok, Dad, you are upset and confused. Let me help you. I will tell you. First, Captain Jensen sends his regards. You are going to have to deal with him soon. I think he is rather... upset about a conversation I had with him. I'm afraid I didn't follow protocol." She giggled as she held up her hand to stop me. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. Mom knows nothing. Ok, let's see what is so terrible. First, Cindi's accident was no accident. She was murdered. I am sure you will tell me how. My illness was not an accident. That was attempted murder. You feel responsible for not stopping either one. Daddy, I know this is going to destroy your image of me, but that is bullshit!" She smiled at my shock at her use of a bad word. "Yeah, I just learned that word ten minutes ago. I don't know what it means, but maybe you can explain it to me!" She smiled as I laughed at her. "Both of those incidents happened before you activated your protection of us, Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray, so why would you be responsible?" She smiled at my shocked look. "Yeah, that was about Captain Jensen's reaction too. I think he wants to talk to you about that. Don't ask me how I know that — I have no idea. I needed to know it, so I did. Don't bother to change it; I know I will not recall it after today. Did you know Mom feels just as guilty as you do about Cindi's death — that she should have protected her? She feels that even though she doesn't know yet it wasn't an accident. You're going to have to help her through that. Bear in mind you're going to have to figure out an explanation for your guilt for her; how a hospital employee should have been able to protect his daughter. Not saying you shouldn't tell her; you need to get this stupid guilt out of your system. Ok, now the biggie. Do you really think Mom is going to stop loving you or divorce you just because you tell her she's married to her own twin brother? Something neither of you knew, nor anybody outside this room has to ever know? Does it change your love for each other? I know it doesn't mean anything to me. I am, however, really looking forward to seeing the look on her face when you tell her!" She giggled. "So, Daddy, how am I doing so far?" She smiled at my stunned look. "I thought I had it about right. Daddy," she said seriously, "despite my trying to cheer you up, I am very upset about Cindi. You are going to have to move fast if you plan to kill the people responsible for that before Mom or myself, or even Katie gets to them first. Don't even think about excluding us from what you're going to do. We're a family, albeit a rather strange one, and they have messed with my — our - family. Heads will roll."

"Amy," I whispered in shock, "how do you know all this? How can you know?"

"Hey," she said with a cheerfulness I knew she did not feel, "I'm a genius, remember? Now, you had better get yourself together, because you have a very upset, very loving wife, and a very upset, very scared little girl out there to deal with. Call us when you are ready to talk." She got up and walked out of the room.

Did I wake up in some type of time warp? When did my little girl grow up so much? Was she 13, going on 30? If nothing else, these people would pay for taking my little girls childhood away from her. She shouldn't have to be playing the parent at 13 to her messed up Dad. Somehow, I would figure a way to make it up to this remarkable girl.

After I pulled myself together, I called all three of them in to talk. I told them how Cindi's accident was not an accident, how she had been murdered. I held them, and cried with them as they dealt with that. Then I told them about the attempted murder of Amy. That actually did not seem to surprise Victoria as much, although she tried to hide it. With her connections with anti-terrorism and what they had to know about Bioterrorism (of course, I was not supposed to know anything about those connections!), she had recognized the unusual nature of Amy's illness. I think she just had not carried it out that far yet. I was glad I was on her list of loved ones. I really did not like the look in her eyes as I told her all this. The look in Amy's eyes, now that she didn't have to cheer me up or worry about making me go nuts again, scared me as much if not more. Katie just looked plain pissed off. I had never noticed the flecks of yellow in her eyes before. I didn't know enough about her yet to read her expressions, but with everything she had been through in her life, I'm sure she was just looking for an excuse to kick some major ass. For not the first time, I decided these three were going to give me some real trouble in the future. Then I saw Amy grin as I started to dance around the subject of Victoria's and my relationship.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Dad, just get to it, will you? Good grief, she's a big girl; she can take it. Besides, I can't stand the suspense anymore!" She giggled. Thanks, Amy. Get me in trouble.

"So, how is it Amy knows what you have to tell me before I do?" Victoria raised her eyebrows and looked at me dangerously.

"Hey, it's not my fault. The little smart-ass genius figured it out herself. Would you do something about getting some control of your daughter?" I demanded.

So, I told her. Amy was right. It was priceless to watch. Victoria's eyes got real big. She put her hand up to her open mouth in shock. Then she started laughing. She laughed so hard she cried. Finally, she got serious.

"Patrick, you goofball, did you really think I would leave you, divorce you over that? No wonder we get along so well. Hell, I just wish we had known before. Think of all the extra excitement we could have had if we'd known we were having kinky, perverted sex!" She giggled like a teenager. Not her too!

"Mom!" Amy was shocked. Then she got an impish look on her face. "Since you and Daddy are committing incest, does that mean he and I can fool around too? Hey. Brother / sister, father / daughter, what's the difference?" She squealed as we both swatted her butt. "And does this mean I am my own first cousin? And what does that make Katie when we adopt her?" She could hardly talk, she was giggling so hard. I noticed that Katie was the only one not laughing. I pulled her over on my lap.

"Hey, Little One, I'm sorry I yelled at you when you came to talk to me the other day. You have something to tell us, don't you?" I smiled at her warmly, trying to put her at ease. She was shaking like a leaf. I did not know what she was going to say, but what ever it was, it was very serious to her.

"Um... Mom? Dad? I don't know how to say this..."

"Just spit it out, Little One. That is usually the best way. We will clean it up later if you say it wrong. We love you, Katie. Nothing you say is going to change that." Amy reached over and held her hand.

She sighed. "You know that picture we saw the other day, of you and Mom when you were little?" We all nodded. "Well... the man and woman in that picture... well... I'm almost sure they are mine and Becky's mom and dad."

Well! Leave it to Katie to capture an audience! We certainly did not expect that. Even the little genius was taken by surprise. Everyone started talking at once.

"Are you sure, honey? That picture was taken 35 years ago."

"That's not possible! You are 37 and she is 13. How can you be siblings?"

"Well," I said, "it is possible. If they were, say, 18 when they had Victoria and me, and there is 24 years difference between Katie and us, then they would only be 42 when they had Katie. That is possible. Twins run in families, so it would make sense there, too. Katie, how old did your parents appear to you to be when you were taken away?"

"Oh, they were really old. I would say at least in their 40's." Poor Katie, she did not even understand why Victoria and I both smacked her!

"I never noticed the yellow flecks in your eyes before," I whispered in her ear. "Very sexy!" She blushed prettily.

"I did it just for you, Daddy," She giggled. What did that mean?

"So, Dad, do we have to adopt Katie if she is your sister? Of course, we cannot tell anybody that without letting everybody know that you and Mom are perverts! And that means that after we adopt Katie, she will be both my sister and my aunt." Amy was having way too much fun with this, practically rolling on the floor laughing. This was just the type of stuff that really appealed to her twisted sense of humor.

"Well, it's been a long day. I am going to bed. Coming with me, Auntie Katie?" Amy shrieked as Katie chased her into the bedroom. I smiled at Victoria. Teenagers!

"So, sister of mine, I think I have some making up to do for the other night. Want to have some kinky, perverted sex?"

"Ooh, kinky sex! Let's go. Race you to the bedroom, brother!"

As we headed to the bedroom, we heard Amy call out to us.

"Goodnight, Aunt Victoria, Uncle Patrick!" Amy giggled helplessly.

"Would you get some control over your niece," I snapped irritably to Victoria.

I stopped her from sucking my cock so that I could eat that sweet wet cunt. As I started eating her she pushed my head further into her cunt yelling " Fuck me with that tongue til I cum down your throat". I thought who was I to argue? I continued to lick and suck on her clit,which was about an inch long,  and driving my tongue deep into her cunt. Then I felt something wet sliding into my asshole. I stopped and there was her Mother,Nancy she was tonguing my asshole. She stopped long enough to smile and say, " don't stop now I want you to eat my Daughter til she cums". I continued eating and tongue fucking Debbie, she started to shake screamed " God yes I'm cumming", gushing one of the biggest loads      I 've ever had the pleasure to suck down. The whole time I was doing this Mom was tonguing my asshole, and I was as hard as a rock.

Mom said " I want to see that hard cock of yours deep in my little girls cunt. I want you to fill her with hot cum". I told Debbie to get on her knees and to eat her Mom's cunt while I fucked her. She immediately started eating her Mom's cunt as I slowly pushed the bulbous head of my cock in her tight little cunt. Once in I started pounding in and out, I was  shoving her face deep into her Mother's cunt each time I shoved my hard throbbing cock into her. I could hear her Mother saying " That's Mommy's little slut eat Mommy's wet cunt like a good little girl". after about 15 mins. I couldn't take it any longer and filled her little cunt with a huge load of hot cum. Debbie was cumming and her Mother was yelling " Eat Mommy's cunt I'm cumming, Drink all Mommy's cum, you little slut".Nancy the went down on her Daughter sucking all the fresh hot cum, I had just deposited, out of her.While she did this I grabbed Debbie by the hair and told her " lick my cock clean you little bitch", which she eargerly did.

After resting for a while Nancy told me she had something she wanted me to watch, by now I was game for anything. She left the room, while she was gone I started sucking on Debbie's wet cunt again, sucking what was left of the mixture of hers and my cum. Her Mother was back and had their Great Dane with her.She coaxed the dog onto the bed had him lie down and started to jack him off, his cock growing as she did. she the pulled the sheath back exposing a 10" long and very thick cock. She then started licking up and down the long hard shaft of the dog, she slid his cock all the way down her throat. My cock was again getting hard as I watched this beautiful woman sucking a dog cock. She then grabbed Debbie by the hair and shoved her face down forcing the dog's cock deep into her mouth. Debbie was protesting trying to keep from having his cock in her mouth, but Mom slapped her ass and told her she better " suck that cock, if you know what's good for you". She Slowly started to taste this huge dog cock and suddenly she engulfed the whole 10" sliding her mouth up and down the long thick shaft. My cock was so hard , the head deep purple, the veins on the side bulging out, I needed to do something. I grabbed Debbie by the ass and drove my cock deep into her cunt at the same time shoving my thumb into her tight asshole. This caused her to come off the dog's cock with a scream, then she was back sucking that cock.

Mom now wanted some cock and grabbed me on the out stroke, pulling me out and taking my cock into her eager mouth. Mom sucking me Daughter sucking the dog, his knot was swollen to the size of a small baseball. I had Nancy by the back of the head and was now throat fucking her, while watching her Daughter sucking that huge dog cock. I pushed deep into Nancy's throat telling her " I'm cumming and don't you miss one fucking drop of my cum bitch". She didn't. Debbie was still busy on the dog and he was getting ready to spray his load as he was humping Debbie's mouth faster and faster. I heard her Mother tell her, " you be a good little slut a drink every drop of that cum or I 'm going to let that dog fuck you in the ass". Of course no matter how hard she tried she couldn't drink his cum fast enough and some of it ran down her chin. After she was done Nancy pushed the dog's head toward my cock and said " lay still while he cleans up that cum I missed". The dog started licking my cock , down my balls and even down my ass. As he licked, my cock got hard again, I raised my legs to give him easier access to my ass, which  he eagerly licked  even delving into my ass. I was now moaning. " Fuck that feels good" I said. then Mom and Daughter started licking and taking turns sucking my cock, while the dog tongued my asshole. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore " Suck my cum you fucking bitches" I yelled to Mother and Daughter as I let go with another hot load of cum, first splashing their faces, then them sucking down what they could. Then Nancy with a firm grip on my balls said " lick that dog's cock clean, Motherfucker, or pay the consequences", as she sqeezed. I pulled the sheath back and slowly licked the dog's cock." suck that cock ,I want to see you, take that cock all the way down your throat". I did as I was told and as I did his cock started to grow bigger and thicker. I had no choice or my balls were going to be crushed. As I continued, Nancy said to her Daughter " finger fuck his ass and suck his cock, you fucking cunt". I felt her little finger slide into my ass as she started sucking my cock. It didn't take long and I was hard again and loving every minute of the finger fucking while being sucked. I was so engrossed in what was being done to me that I was no longer bothered by the thought of sucking this dog cock and was completely going down on the this huge cock. The all of a sudden Hot cum started spraying down my throat causing me to shoot my load in Debbie's throat. I drank as quickly as possible , but lost some the cum down the corners of my mouth and down my chin. Nancy grabbed me and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth licking and sucking out as much dog cum as she could. Afterward she said to me " remember what I told my Daughter would happen if she let any of the dog cum out of her mouth"? "Yes, I replied". " Well, that goes for you , too."

All the time this was going on my friend was fast asleep, while I fucked and ate his wife and Daughter. What a Night.

Yes there is the story of Debbie & Me being fucked by the Great Dane, but I'll save that for later......

After he gathered all the sundae supplies, chocolate syrup, sprinkles, whip cream, and cherries, he asked Marie to start making them the best sundaes ever, while he went to the bathroom. Only he did not go to the bathroom. He went to the living room and put one of his favorite dirty movies about an old man and a little girl into the DVD-player, and turned on the television so the movie was on and playing.

When he got back to the kitchen, Marie had made them both scrumptious sundaes, and had obviously had fun doing so because the crease of her lip wore a smear of chocolate, which made Mr. Stewart want to taste her even more.

“Let’s take these delicious sundaes into the living room where we can be more comfortable,” he said.

As they walked into the living room, Marie was instantly drawn to the movie on the television. There was a pretty little red-haired girl, who had her hair in pigtails just like Marie wore. The little girl on the screen was sitting on an old man’s lap and giggling each time he would kiss her lips, and they both looked so happy.

Marie and Mr. Stewart sat on the couch and began eating their ice cream. He purposely stayed quiet because he wanted to watch Marie’s reaction to the movie, and he wanted to make her feel like this was completely okay and normal so she would remain comfortable.

On the television screen, the little girl was now straddling the old man’s lap facing him, and he began to unbutton her blouse to help her off with it. Marie was drawn to the television, not sure entirely why. Finally, she asked Mr. Stewart, “What is this movie about?”

Mr. Stewart said, “It is about a man and a girl playing boyfriend and girlfriend. I thought you might like to see how much fun it can be.”

By the time they finished their ice cream, the little girl on the screen was completely naked and was dancing around in front of the old man, teasingly. “Wow, she’s such a pretty little girl. But, I think you are prettier Marie,” said Mr. Stewart. Marie began to blush a little and snuggled up next to Mr. Stewart. Mr. Stewart took this as a sign to move things forward, and he guided Marie into his lap, and kissed her cheek. She gave him a quick kiss back on his cheek and giggled. And, then he leaned right in and kissed her lips, surprisingly, Marie pressed her lips equally against his so he lingered longer, and allowed his tongue to part her lips and enter her small young mouth. He could still taste the sweet ice cream they had just finished eating, and took great delight in exploring her mouth with his tongue. Not really understanding what was happening but feeling a comfortable warmth spreading through her whole body, Marie began to mimic Mr. Stewart’s tongue movements with her own tongue. His cock was stirring beneath her bottom, and he began to move slightly against her bottom to bring his cock to full hardness.

He needed to feel her naked skin, and began to unbutton her blouse, pushing it off her small slender body, and then lifted her white lacey undershirt up and off of her. “You are beautiful Marie.” Marie shyly turned her head slightly and smiled. He turned her head back to his and began to kiss her mouth again, and this time she was more comfortable kissing him back. Mr. Stewart brought his hands to her tiny budding mounds and began to rub her small blossoming nipples. She must have liked the feel of his hands against her exposed and naked chest, because she pressed harder against his hands, urging him on to continue his attentions. He lightly played with her nipples between his finger tips, while penetrating her innocent inexperienced mouth with his tongue. Marie started feeling warm all over, and she felt warmth and moisture begin to build within her pussy, and she could not understand why, but it felt so good that she did not want it to stop.

Marie glanced at the television and without thought said, “What is she doing?” Mr. Stewart took his attention’s away from playing with Marie’s small tits, and saw that the little girl on the screen had her hand wrapped around the old man’s exposed hard cock and, and was stroking it. “Well Marie, when a girlfriend and boyfriend kiss and touch each other it makes the boys cock get hard, and he needs to take it out of his pants so his girlfriend can play with it and make him feel special all over.

Do you feel special all over when I touch you like I am?” Marie quickly said, “Oh yes, Mr. Stewart I feel so special all over my body and I feel happy. Do you want me to make you feel happy like that girl is doing in the movie?”

Mr. Stewart could not have asked for this to go any better, and without saying a thing back to her, he unzipped his pants and pushed his underpants and pants slightly down, repositioning Marie back in his lap. Having young Marie so close to his hard cock was maddening. Marie reached her small hand to his cock and wrapped her hand around it the best she could. Mr. Stewart had an average sized cock, around 7 ½ inches when fully hard. Marie liked the feel of his cock in her hand, it was soft yet hard, and it was warm, very warm. She began to stroke his cock the same way the girl in the movie did. Mr. Stewart groaned with delight, “Mmmmm, Marie that feels really good.”

While Marie stroked his cock up and down slowly, He brought his mouth to her small budding tits and licked and sucked at each of the nipples. He knew he could not take too much more of this and was a few minutes from busting out a hot load of cum, but he did not want to frighten Marie by unloading it in her hand, just yet. “Marie, your hand feels really good around my cock, and when boyfriends feel this good their cocks like to show it by exploding love juice. I don’t want to get it all over you and your hand; I want you to drink it for me.”

“How do I do that Mr. Stewart?”

“Let me show you,” said Mr. Stewart, and with that he helped Marie off his lap and to his side, explaining that she needed to lean over his cock and suck on it like an ice pop, up and down slowly, while your hand holds around the base. She was quick to do exactly what he told her to do, and his hard cock was slipping between her novice lips into her warm mouth. She licked and sucked his cock up and down, trying to take as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. “Oh that’s it, keep sucking my cock like that nice and slow.” He held on to her head and gently helped her bob up and down on his cock, feeling his cum boiling and rising with each suck and thrust of her sweet little mouth. That familiar tightening in his balls let him know he was going to shoot his load into little Marie’s mouth. “Uhh Mmmm, Marie I’m going to cum for you, taste it and drink it for me.” And with that, Mr. Stewart let loose his strings of cum right into Marie’s young mouth. She gagged a little, but did not want to disappoint Mr. Stewart, and tried to swallow as much of the salty tasting juice he squirted into her mouth.

His cock began to shrink smaller and Marie released it from her mouth. When she looked up at Mr. Stewart she had a smear of cum to the side of her lip, and he chuckled to himself thinking back to earlier when the smear was chocolate syrup, and now was replaced by his own thick and white sort of syrup.

“Did I do it right,” Marie said eagerly searching out the approval of Mr. Stewart. “You did great, and you made me feel so special. Thank you,” Mr. Stewart said as he gathered her into his arms and kissed her lips. “I like when you kiss me Mr. Stewart. It makes me feel important.” Mr. Stewart was not done with making her feel ‘important’, not at all done.

He helped Marie straddle his lap, with one leg on either side, and he began kissing her again. While he kissed her, he began to move her hips back and forth, toward him and then away, slowly. He loved the way her panty covered crotch felt against his cock, and he loved it so much that his cock began to spring back into life, hardening.

Mr. Stewart reached behind Marie, unzipped her skirt, and lifted it up over her head and off. He noticed that the crotch of her panty’s were visibly wet, and enjoyed knowing she was being aroused by everything they were doing. Putting his hand on her crotch, he lightly rubbed against her pussy. Marie liked how this made her feel, and she was warm and tingly deep inside her pussy. She did not understand why, but she liked it and did not want the feeling to stop, and began to press her pussy against Mr. Stewart’s hand.

He knew he had to see her pussy, now. He had to see it as he touch it, he had to smell her sweet young scent, and he knew he had to taste it. Rubbing his finger up and down her panty covered slit making sure to increase pressure on her clit, she let a small moan escape her. He knew he could proceed with anything he wanted to do to her because she was enjoying this new pleasure. Mr. Stewart guided her off his lap and stood Marie in front of him and reaching his hands beneath the elastic band of her panty, he slid them down her legs and she reflexively stepped out of them.

It was pure innocent beauty that appeared before his eyes. The small hairless pouts of her pussy mounds were beautiful. Her clit and pussy lips were still hidden well within the crevice of her pussy. He could smell a hint of her musky scented juices that had to be building from all the touching and kissing they were doing. Mr. Stewart drank in her picture perfect and unspoiled treasure, and then guided her back into a straddle of his lap. As he positioned her, he was able to get his first glimpse of her glistening clit and pussy lips when her legs spread to each side of his lap. It made his cock stiffen.

Mr. Stewart began to take off his shirt and undershirt. Marie giggled when he released his chubby belly and hairy white chest, and Mr. Stewart brought her into his arms and against his naked chest. His hairy chest tickled and scratched against Marie’s own naked chest, but it felt oddly good to her, and they began to kiss. She could feel his hard cock rubbing back and forth between the crevice of her pussy and that exciting warm feeling was building up again. She liked the way it felt and began to rub her pussy harder against his cock, and Mr. Stewart was delighted.

He brought his hand around to her ass and rubbed it gently before he let his fingers feel her wet little pussy from behind. He could not believe how wet her young pussy was getting. Then Marie suddenly became aware of the movie on the television when she heard the little girl on the screen moaning. Mr. Stewart saw her attention was drawn to the screen and the little girl in the movie was enjoying a good finger fucking by the old man.

Mr. Stewart helped Marie turn around on his lap, spread her legs to each side of his own, leaned her back against his chest, and rubbed her nipples as she was now watching the movie. He had hoped that her interest in the movie would continue to make her feel comfortable allowing him to touch and explore her body without resistance, and it did. He began to move his cock back and forth between her spread legs and could feel her young pussy juice bathing his cock. The heat from her pussy was intense, and Mr. Stewart brought his finger to her clit and began to rub it between his fingers.

Marie liked how this felt and she began to press her pussy against his fingers, urging him on. She wanted to feel how his finger would feel inside of her, and to have him do what the man in the movie was doing to the girl. Mr. Stewart could sense from her movement against his fingers, hand and cock was a sign of urgency—of wanting more. He slid his finger up and down her pussy slit, feeling her juice build, and then slid the tip of his middle finger into her tight hole. Slowly, he began to work the tip of his finger in and out of her pussy. He did not want to push his finger in to deep and break her cherry, so slowly and gently he worked his finger in and out, in and out.

This new feeling of having something inside her private part was the best feeling Marie had up to now. The funny feeling in her stomach began to travel through her whole lower body, and she could not help but moan softly each time Mr. Stewart put his finger inside of her. She began to push against his finger and had the urge to push it in deeper than it was going.

Mr. Stewart felt her pushing harder and faster against his finger and knew she may be close to possibly cumming for him. He wanted to taste her sweet unspoiled pussy juice the first time she came for him. So, Mr. Stewart moved Marie from his lap and guided her to lie down on the floor.

“Marie”, he said, “I want to kiss your body and make you feel really special. Do you want me to make you feel special?” She looked up at him and nodded yes.

He spread her legs wide, and knelt between them. Again, he drank in the beauty of her young innocent pussy, its small ruffling lips and budding clit glistening from Marie’s pussy juice. Mr. Stewart pressed his parted lips against her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Marie was startled at the first feel of Mr. Stewart’s mouth on her privates, but then she relaxed because she really did not want him to stop what he was doing. His tongue flicked against it, tasting Marie’s pussy juice. While he sucked on her clit, he fucked his finger tip in and out of her pussy, helping her build up her pleasure again. She began to push harder against his finger tip, and he desperately did not want to break her cherry with his finger and not his cock, so he removed his finger once again, but he could feel her disappointment.

Mr. Stewart began to lick his tongue up and down her pussy drinking in her juice. Then he spread her pussy lips open with his finger and plunged his tongue into her tiny hole. He licked and lapped at her pussy enjoying her taste. Marie was also enjoying this new feeling and began to push her pussy hard against Mr. Stewart’s mouth. He rubbed at her clit and tongue fucked her pussy, quickening his pace, then Marie’s young body tensed up and he could feel her pussy spasm around his tongue, and she instinctively moaned with pleasure as warm juice flowed into Mr. Stewart’s hungry and waiting mouth. He kept gently licking at her pussy until she seemed to relax from her first orgasm.

“Mr. Stewart, that felt so weird, but nice,” Marie told him.

“I know sweetheart, I like making you feel special”, he said, and Marie smiled.

He lay down next to her and brought her close to him, and they both watched the movie that was still playing. Mr. Stewart knelt over Marie and kissed her neck and worked his way down to her nipples, where he rubbed and suckled them in turn. Marie was so relaxed and comfortable, and she really liked the attention Mr. Stewart was giving her.

The old man, in the movie, had the little girl sitting on his lap facing forward now with his cock rubbing between her pussy lips. She was looking down between her legs at his cock thrusting up from under her, and she would reach her hand down to tug on his cock. Then he spread her legs wider and she seemed to know exactly what that meant, because she took the old man’s cock and guided the tip into her small pussy and he pushed it in the rest of the way. The little girl began to move her body up and down on his cock.

Marie’s eyes widened to this scene, and she wondered how it would feel to have Mr. Stewart do the same thing to her. Mr. Stewart watched her expressions, but did not want to talk to her and possibly scare her. He wanted her to enjoy what he was doing to her body and just let things happen without much talking. He felt she would continue to keep moving forward if her body felt good, and with that he began to finger fuck her pussy again.

Marie lay there on the floor entranced to the feeling his finger was causing her pussy. She could not understand why it felt so good and she did not know if it was okay for her to feel good like this, but she did not want it to stop. So, she spread her little legs wider as she lay there as if she were inviting Mr. Stewart to have her young pussy. Mr. Stewart’s cock was so turned on by her spreading her legs for him. It was like her pussy was calling out to his cock and telling it to go inside.

He knew he had to prepare her for the possible pain his cock might cause her pussy when he first entered her, but he did not want to scare her off. So, he leaned over her mouth and began to kiss it, letting his tongue suck on her small tongue, and then he kissed her cheek working over to her ear. His finger was still working slowly in and out of her very wet pussy, and he whispered in her ear, “That girl in the movie like to have her boyfriends cock inside of her like that. They must do that all the time because she seems to be having fun. Do you want to have fun like that?”

Marie was so into the feeling he was causing with his finger going in and out of her pussy that all she could do was nod yes. Mr. Stewart then whispered, “She is very use to his cock, and it goes in to her nicely. But you are not use to my cock and I don’t know if you will like it.” Marie said, “I like you, so I will like it I promise.” He said, “Sweetie, it may hurt when it goes in for the first time because it has never been inside of you, but it does not hurt for long and after that it will never hurt again and you will be just like that girl in the movie.” Marie was a little scared now, but she did not want to make Mr. Stewart mad at her because she really liked that he wanted to spend time with her. So, she just kissed him on the cheek as if to say okay you can do it.

Mr. Stewart continued to finger fuck her pussy, going a little deeper to feel where her resistance would begin. Then he kneeled between her spread legs and allowed a wad of his spit to drizzle down to her pussy. He rubbed his spit into her pussy making it more wet than it had already been, and then he began to rub his cock between her pussy lips and concentrating more at her pussy hole.

He pushed his cock tip into her hole gently, allowing her pussy to adjust to the size of his cock. Mr. Stewart did not want to force it in; he wanted to feel every tight inch of her pussy hole as it allowed him to pass into it. Then he began to slowly thrust the tip of his cock in and out of her pussy. Marie liked how this new feeling felt and she wanted to push against his cock each time he pushed into her, and she began to meet his short thrusts. He knew she was enjoying it and pushed deeper feeling her cherry sheath against the tip of his cock. To his surprise, Marie did not wince when he hit her cherry, she was too lost in the new feeling she was having from the fullness of his cock.

Mr. Stewart drew back his cock and pushed deeper and her cherry ripped as he passed through it. He did not move, but looked down at Marie for a sign of pain or fear. Her eyes had welled up with tears, and she was grabbing at the rug beneath her. Mr. Stewart bent down to kiss at her lips and she kissed him back. They kissed for what had to be 5 minutes without his cock moving from the position it was in. And then, Marie began slightly moving against his cock, she was moving him in and out all by herself.

He pushed his hard cock all the way into her thrusting pussy and Marie moaned with delight—Uhhmmm. He was finally inside Marie. Slowly he began to thrust his hard cock into her tight pussy, and he could not believe how it could spread open and allow his hard cock inside because it was so incredibly tight. Marie’s pussy was literally wrapped around his throbbing cock.

Mr. Stewart new he would not last to long and was on the brinks of exploding cum inside of her. Marie must have also been close to another orgasm because she began to quicken her thrusting rhythm as she impaled her pussy onto his cock. In and out they thrust against each other.

He looked beneath him at this young and now sex hungry girl who was getting off on his cock inside of her, and he fucked her tenderly. Marie’s body went tense again, but this time her tight pussy clenched Mr. Stewarts cock deep inside of her and she felt a warm rush devour her pussy as it spasmmed against his cock. Mr. Stewart lost it in that moment. The tightness of her pussy around his cock made him shoot rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy. They thrust against each other in pleasure. Her small pussy could barely hold his load of cum and began to seep out from around his cock. It was magnificent to watch his cum coat her pussy.

Mr. Stewart had never had such an intense fuck in all his life. He pulled Marie snuggly into his arms and whispered into her ear, “You are such a good girlfriend.” Marie blushed and smiled at him and told him that she liked being his girlfriend. He told her they could spend lots of time with each other, but what they were doing had to be kept a secret because no one would understand and they may get jealous and mean to her. She promised to keep it a secret.

   As the car pulled out of the drive way,I went back inside to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.Jessica was in the refridgerator taking out all the stuff.Even though she was just eleven,Jessica and I were good friends ever since she was a baby,each knowing what the other were about to do or think,so I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see her preparing to make us sandwiches.A slice of bread fell to the floor.Groaning her annoyed groan she bent to pick it up,and even thoug I knew she was a kid,My dick was asking where did she get that ass from!Her butt was medium sized and plump and round,it had a very nice shape.As she straightened my attention went to her frame,her body was well proportioned.

    She then turned to me and asked if Rex,my dog,will eat the bread.As I went to take the bread from her,I looked at her chest.There was definitely some breasts coming out of there,and from the looks of it they would be all out soon too.As she smiled and walked back to the counter,her long shapely legs moved her ass in an alluring dance.

   Dinner went by with us teasing each other and talking bad things about our parents for not letting us go with them.It was getting late so Jessica and I sat on the couch looking at television.We were looking at some childish show that she liked but I wanted to look at something else,so I switched the channel.She got angry and fought for the remote ,which she knocked out of my hand and then fell away near the TV.We both went after it ,resulting in a wrestling match.I tried to grab it but she put all her weight on my back and then I turned over,then she sat on my belly.As I pushed her her ass then slid on my groin above my dick.I tried to move again but she just sat there with a grin.She  was strong for eleven,but I then raised my hips and this ccaused her to lose balance and she fell onto my chest.As her head hit my chest we were still grinning but as she pulled herself up so that she can face me, she shrieked her arms were weakened but I caught her just in time to prevent our heads from crashing,but not in enough time for her lips to touch mine.The weight of her head was just enough to make her lips melt into mine.We remained like this for two seconds until she remembered to pull herself up.We looked at each other and then I mumbled an apology and went into my room.I lay on my bed feeling sort of scared and then I dozed off.

  I woke up with Jessica lying in bed with me.I didn’t even know what time it was,but I was under the covers with her.She told me that our parents were on a party boat belonging to our fathers’ boss and they wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.She added that she locked up the house for me.What a good babysitter she was,I thought.Suddenly she wrapped her arms around me and began to kiss my neck.I was still drowsy so I was not resisting.Suddenly it occurred to me that she was so warm,because my hands found their way to her petite body.She was naked!She was now on top of me and was trying to make her way back to my lips.I stopped her and told her that it was wrong,but she told me that she loved me and wanted to do this so long now,and if I had done this so long ago she wouldn’t have had sex with a boy that was her age in her school.Shocked,I listened to her tell me about Aaron,her ‘boyfriend’ at school,who agreed to have sex with her at his house,but after his small penis did nothing but remain at her entrance without enough penetration,she was fustrated from then on.When we were wrestling she felt my boner got hard,so she wanted me to fuck her right there,but she didn’t think that I would run away.

   She said that if we did have sex, she wouldn’t tell,plus she knew that I wanted her,because she looked mature.I took her closer to me in my arms and put my mouth into hers and kissed her softly.Using my tongue I parted her mouth open and tasted the sweet warmth in her mouth.Her tongue went into mine and I sucked on it,which made her go wild as she pulled my hard penis out.She looked at it and was pleased,even though it was seven inches then.Putting her mouth over it,she becan to suck its head ,using her tongue to tease the sides,which made it grow bigger,but she managed to put the whole thing down her throat.Turning her around,I began to inspect her pussy.Her vagina was showing some small hairs coming out,but it was still bald enough to be eleven.I placed the tip of my tongue along the slit,which made her hips jerk.Slowly I began to lick around the bald parts and then I placed the tip at the entrance of her partial – virgin pussy.Aaron was no fucking help at all,it was still tight.Slowly I worked on pumping my tongue into her pussy,Her hips pushing her sweet vagina towards my face.

  My tongue went right inside and I was tasting all of her sweet juices.Suddenly she began to buck wildly as as make such a sexy groan to announce her first orgasm.As she bucked my tongue accidently slipped out and touched her anus,but I didn’t move it.I began to lick its tangy pink exterior and she was loving it.She was still working on my dick but then she stopped and said that she wanted it in her pussy now.I arranged our bodies and I spread her legs open.I knew that this was wrong but what the fuck ever.I placed the head of my prick against her inflamed lips of her pussy.Slowly I got the head inside with no obstruction.As I inched in further it began to get tight.With the look on her face I bent over and put my mouth over hers and got her to accept my tongue.As she sucked I eased the rest of my penis into her with her cries muffled by my mouth,which soon became cries of pleasure as we fucked each other missionary position until I began to feel myself cum.I erupted all inside her pussy by what felt like bucket loads as my cum kept gushing into her.When we were done we cleaned up all the evidence and we went to wash up,resulting in us fucking in the bathroom.Ten years have passed and we plan to marry some day,but we’re no longer mad that our parents left us home .

     But whatever misgivings Julia Holland may have harbored about Melinda they were summarily dismissed by her husband Jack.  He saw nothing in the least way wrong with the girl who had been best friends forever with his daughter since the fourth grade.  Indeed, Melinda was the prototype of model social behavior: honor student, JROTC, girl scout, church youth group, junior literacy volunteer.  Her plate was full.  No time at all for---what was the word?---"carousing" of any sort.  Melinda even had a strict 10:30 PM curfew---weekends not excepted---and was not permitted to date until she turned 16.   

   "She's a good girl," Jack reassured his wife, "and so is Jamie.  Give them a little credit."

    That was all very well and gracious of him.  But Jack had a far less noble motive for keeping Melinda in his daughter's closest circle, moving familiarly through his house in whatever sexy outfit she chose.   To be blunt about it, he was just dying to fuck her.  But then, given the way Melinda smiled as she swung those big, juicy tits and that perfect ass of hers around, what red blooded male wouldn't want to bang her?   And to be the first!  God Damn!  Yes, he was aching to pop that sweet cherry.  He had been for years now, having had a front row seat to watch her develop into the hottest piece of ass on the planet.  It was his determined course of action, a life goal, to fuck Melinda Bailey. 

    And towards that end he had been steadily and stealthily preparing both himself and Melinda for the inevitable roll in the hay.  He worked out regularily, building his own body into a sleek, buff, tight butted object of girlish desire, even keeping his chest clean shaven.  He involved himself playfully in Jamie and Melinda's recreations, in paricular the pool parties (which, truth be told, were his suggestion), performing the role of the "cool dad" longed for by every teenage girl.  In the process he had acquainted himself with Melinda's habits and interests, more and more as a friend than as a friend's father, while all the while impressing her as much with his mature understanding as with his youthful athleticism.   

    "You're dad is so totally awesome," he overheard Melinda whisper to Jamie one day.

    "What? You're not crushing on my dad now, are you?" Jamie tittered back.

     But Melinda didn't answer.    

     Jack smacked his lips at that.  Damn, that little piece of ass was practically his for the taking.  Instant Pussy!  But complications would soon be thrown athwart his designs on Melinda Bailey.  And then not from the expected quarter of a sanctimonious wife; but from the unforeseen hand of a seemingly ingenuous daughter, who was just as methodically working out her own agenda, and who would lay before him the most perverse dilemma a father could ever face.  Jack would find he wasn't the only daddy getting prepared to fuck his daughter's best friend.   

I felt her grab my now hard cock and pull it thorugh the whole in my boxers, I felt her lips wrap around the tip and work thier way down 4 inchs  of my cock and her hand jerked the remaining 3 inchs while her other hand fondled with my balls. She caught me by surprised when she started to hum a soft tune with my cock nearly half way down her throat.

It only lasted a few seconds as i my balls tighten and she realized i was goign to cum. She Quickly grabbed a cup and jerked me roughly as i shot 8 shots of cum into the cup.

Me being tottaly pleasured she got up and dribbled the cum out of the cup and onto her pieces of toast and spread it around with her finger. She Picked up the piece of toast and took a big sloppy bite.

Cum covered her top lip and she looked so happy with a big smile on her face and her body so relaxed as sshe enjoyed her cum covered toast.

My cock was hard again and she realized i had my hand pumping away on it, And gave me a wicked grin. She finished her toast and put her plate in the dishwasher.

She then Walked back over to the table And bent over it.I knew what she wanted and I wanted to give her what she wanted. I Quickly got up and got behind her,I pushed my first 2 inches in and She gasped with pleasure,

I pushed in my next 2 inches and found her hymen, and with one quick and hard movement i was all the way in. She Screamed With extreme pleasure and thrust her head back moaning very loudly.

I slid in and out slowly and she thrust her tiny hips back on my cock and found a good rythm. I continued to pound into her getting hard and faster by the second ,

"FUCK ME JOEY FUCK ME HARD, FUCK M-ME  FAST... CUMM IN MY PUSSY JOEY CUM BABY CUM!!!! " She screamed between  breaths as she came on my cock drenching it with her juices. Her Pussy muscles tightened on my cock and i was going to cum. I warned her and she said " CUM.. IN.... ME ... JOEY!! ", And with those words i shot my load deep in her womanhood.

I collapsed on her as i finished cumming in her. We lay thier for several hours catching our breaths and letting the cum settle in her pussy. She fell asleep on the table and i pulled out of her and went to shower. When I return in only a t shirt, She Was Still passed out on the table and i used this to my advantage.

I walked over the table and pulled her head to the end of the table and placed my flaccid cock at the entrance to her mouth. I slowly teased her lips and stuck the tip of my cock into her mouth and et her breath help my

cock rise to it's full length. And then i started to fuck her mouth with a VERY qucik pace, I was going to cum in less the 3 minutes of when i started, And i shot my cum all in

her mouth and left my not softening cock in her mouth.Her mouth was now full of cum and cock. As she continued to sleep I kept my cock her mouth and the cum soon hardened into a

thick liquid. I left her like that for the remainder of the night. The Next day i walked into her room as she put on her top to complete her outfit, " Thanks for the snack You

left for me last night " She Said With a grin, " You liked that eh? " I said with smile, " Hell yeah! ", My cock began to rise now and was now it's full length and was sticking

out with a tent in my pants. She looked down and got to her knees " Not to messy this time I got some places to go to " She Said, " Just a Hand Job " She Said.

I Nodded and let her get to work, She Pulled my pants down and my cock popped out and hit her in the cheek. She lightly tapped it and said " Silly little cock " As It bounced and Raised up to attention.

She Spit on her hands and wrapped both of them around my cock , And Jerked it slowly and hard, She looked at her watch while she jerked and said " OH SHIT! I'm late! "

She then started To jerk it extremely fast until it was a blur to watch. I Came so Hard and fast I didnt even know it. It sprayed directly onto her lips as she opened her mouth and accepted the rest of the load. 

She Got up straightened out her skirt, and kissed me on the cheek, she quickly grabbed her soiled panties on the floor and gave me them.

She handed them to me and told me this would tide me over. She left me in her room and went out the front door as i heard it slam behind her.

I quickly got naked aand jumped on her bed, and started sniffing her panties and jerked my cock fast and hard with them. i came and shot my load all over them. This gave me an idea. I got up went to her dresser and grabbed all of her panties and thongs and place them in a bunch. I pumped my new hard on with all i could and blew my HUGE load all over her soiled panties. I placed them back and walked out of the room. I sat on the couch and my sister walked in about 5 hours later, Drunk , and Missing her top. I grabbed her and placed her on the couch and she passed out.

I did the same thing i did to her on the kitichen table but left my cock at the back of her throat , She coughed and gagged as she breathed unconciously, But i left it in thier, slowly pumping my cock up and down her throat. i came in her throat with what i counted to be 8 shots of thick cum into her tight throat. and i let one last shot covered her lips , I pulled her head so that i could leave my cock in her mouth as we slept. When i woke up all I saw was her head bobbing up and down on my rigid cock.

All i did was enjoy the pleasure i was recieving as her spit covered my entire cock. SHe continued to bob her head up and down And sucked as hard as she could.

I placed my hand on her bobbing head and she stoped sucking as i forced her head down on my cock as she gagged, I held her down.

She continued to gag and tryed to pull free but i wouldnt have any of that. I felt my orgasm nearing as i felt her nose grind into my Pubic area and her bottom lip dripping spit onto my balls. I thrust more into her throat and fucked her mouth as i came and exploded into her throat. I left her go free as she coughed and gagged but swallowed as much as she could.  After she was finished

she got up and wiped her face with her forearm. " I'm Gunna go shower, Wanna Come with? " She asked with a grin, " Sure " i said  as she walked to the bathroom. I got and followed her in.

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The sister, Elsa, invited me to a party she was throwing for her youngest child, Joanna, who was turning 13. Turns out her birthday is 1 day before mine, I was turning 32, and I had planned on going out that weekend but since Elsa’s brothers are such partiers I thought what the hell. I hadn’t met Joanna until the night of that party and when I met her I knew she was going to be a heartbreaker as more birthdays past her by. She was about 5’ 2” tall, long black hair, which I truly love, greenish eyes and already a body to die for. She had braces, which I found so cute on her. When she found out how close our birthdays were she said she would share her party with me, awww how cute. Long story short, great party with lots of drinking and good times.

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The following year I decided to throw a birthday party for myself and of course invited my bosses and co-workers. Elsa asked if she could bring her children and of course I said yes. Wow, what a difference a year makes! Joanna was now a full-blown hottie. The childish look in her face was now replaced with a more grown up look, yet her braces reminded you she was still a lil girl. Her titties had grown to a wonderful grapefruit size and seemed just as firm. Her tight, low cut jeans showed off the ass of dreams. She was still a little shorty but oh so hot.

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The party was a hit, family and friends all stopped by and even though I told everybody I would have plenty of booze everybody brought along beer and bottles of liquor. As everyone drunkenly started singing me “Happy Birthday” I reminded them it was also Joanna’s birthday and after a rowdy applause, which left her embarrassed and red faced, they sang to her also.

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As the night went on with everybody giving me shots of this and that, I decided I needed to kick back a bit and went inside my home. I snuck into my bedroom thinking I’d smoke a joint and rejoin the party. Surprise, surprise, Joanna was in there with her 2 uncles (my other bosses) and they had been giving her shots of tequila! “Hey here’s the birthday boy, come on in and have some shots with your birthday buddy!” said Rick. I couldn’t help but laugh and told them that’s why I came in, to avoid that, but then figured one or 2 shots couldn’t hurt. Joanna already looked pretty buzzed and sat there giggling like the schoolgirl she was.

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We shared a couple of birthday toasts and had some shots and I whispered into my other bosses ear that I had come in to smoke a joint and still wanted to but he thought it was a bad idea because Elsa was already a lil upset that they were getting Joanna drunk. Joanna overheard and giggled “I’ve never done that, I wanna try!!” We laughed it off and I figured my boss was right so I didn’t try. Rick gave Joanna another shot and she quickly forgot about it. The guys got up to go back to the party and Joanna tried to get up but quickly sat back down and started giggling again. “I can’t get up!” she laughed. I told her uncles she could stay in here but I whispered to them I would roll a joint in my bathroom and meet them out back. Joanna laid in my bed as I went into my bathroom and started to roll a joint. “Now that my uncles are gone, show me how to smoke.” Joanna slurred.

I laughed and said “Aint no way I’m gonna make your uncles, or worse, your mom mad at me.” “Aww, come on.” As I rolled it I figured what can it hurt. I finished and put my stuff away but by that time, Joanna was long gone and passed out on my bed. As I left my bathroom she had laid on my bed so that I could actually look down her blouse, which was loosely fit and was letting me see her little tit flesh. She was wearing a cute lil pink bra but I could see enough to give me a massive hard on. What a gorgeous body she had, I thought to myself. So young and firm. Dang! But she was also my bosses daughter and niece, not to mention only 14 and in the 8^th grade. I quickly left the room and sought out my bosses and brother and a couple other friends to smoke the joint.

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As the party winded down, of course Elsa started looking for Joanna and I finally confessed as to what happened and reminded her that it was Rick and Raul that had gotten her drunk, I just walked in. My bosses quickly took off, along with Elsa’s sons and since most of my guests had either left or had passed out, Elsa and I were left alone for a bit. “I can’t believe my brothers, she is really a good girl, good in school and all that, I’m pretty sure this is the first time she has gotten drunk.” I apologized to her but she told me not to worry, she knew it wasn’t me. She asked me to help her with Joanna and I agreed.

I went in with Elsa and picked up and cradled Joanna and took her to Elsa’s car. Elsa led the way and I couldn’t help myself and must admit I groped Joanna a bit. I massaged her tits through her blouse and bra and it made me feel like a kid again. I hadn’t felt 14 yo titties since I was about 17. I also managed to feel up her ass a bit and it felt sooo naughty. We got Joanna in the car and they left. As I fell asleep that night, I dreamt about her and had my first wet dream in years.

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About 6 weeks went by and Thanksgiving came along. We always had our 4 day weekend and I was looking forward to a long partying weekend. The only night I wouldn’t go out was Thanksgiving night as I had promised my sister that I would wake up early and go to the mall to buy my niece her Christmas gift since it was on sale for that day only, of course. Now I’m not a mall person, and the day after Thanksgiving is one day that I had never gone to the mall, but fate had a very special surprise for me.

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I went to the mall and found the toy and went to pay for it and ended up an hour in line, it was so packed with Christmas shoppers. Finally paying for the gift and I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I walked out the main entrance and there she was, Joanna! Oh my god, she looked awesome. I had fantasized about my lil schoolgirl a lot lately and she had played up to that fantasy. She was dressed up with a white button up dress shirt in which you could pretty much see through to her black bra. She also wore a somewhat short pleated plaid skirt that showed off her luscious looking legs. Thigh high black socks and ponytails on both sides of her head completed the lil schoolgirl look. I nearly melted right then and there, but if I had fallen forward my cock would have held me up, it was that hard in my slacks. She looked a little confused or lost, looking around. Then I remembered her whole family was going to the mountains for the long weekend. I walked up to her and when she saw me a big smile came across her face and she ran to me and gave me a big hug. My cock was pressed hard against her belly and I hoped she didn’t notice. She looked up at me and smiled, showing off her cute lil braces and told me how glad she was to see someone she knew. I asked her why she wasn’t at the mountains with her mother and uncles and she told me that they had dropped her off at the mall on their way up there because she was gonna spend the weekend at her friends house. They were supposed to meet at the mall and do some shopping and hang out for the day and then go to her house. Her friend had not arrived and she was worried. I lent her my cel phone and she called her friend. Bad news, or good depending how you looked at it. Her friends mom told her that her friend had gotten the flu and she didn’t think it was a good idea for Joanna to go over now. I got on the phone and reminded her how Joanna’s mom was heading for the mountains but she wouldn’t budge saying sorry but her daughter was really sick. I asked Joanna if maybe she could stay with her grandfather but he had decided to go to the mountains also. I tried calling Elsa on her cel but I guess she was out of range at the time. I asked Joanna if she had her house keys and she nodded yes. “Well, I’ll take you home and we can try your mom later.” She smiled and said “Great.”

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We went and had breakfast first. We ate and had some small talk over breakfast. She told me how much fun she had at my party, although she did get a little sick the next day and had been pretty hung over. She thanked me for having the crowd sing to her but admitted to being so shy about it. I laughed and said it had been fun, but maybe she should wait a couple more years before she drank again and she laughed but agreed.

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As we were getting ready to leave, Elsa called me. She had gotten service again and noticed the missed call from my number. I explained to her that Joanna was with me and explained the situation. She asked if she could speak to Joanna and I gave her the phone. They spoke for a while and Joanna kept reminding her mom she wasn’t a baby anymore. She handed me the phone and said “My mom wants to talk to you.” Elsa told me she had offered to drive back and pick her up but Joanna wanted to stay home in case her friend got better. She asked if I could take her home and, she knew she was asking a big favor of me, she asked if I could check in on her every once in a while. I was speechless for a bit but managed a “Sure!” I hope she hadn’t noticed my eagerness. She asked me to remind Joanna to call her if she needed anything and also to mind me. I said of course.

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As we walked out of the restaurant, I followed Joanna to my car. I couldn’t help but stare at Joanna’s lil ass and the way her lil skirt swayed back and forth as she walked. I was getting nasty thoughts of this lil girl again and slowly parts of a plan started forming in my head.

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As we drove to her house I told her that I had to meet my sister and run some other errands and that I would check in on her later on in the afternoon. We got to her house and she was a little nervous about going in by herself so I went in with her and checked it out for her. Of course everything was ok and I was leaving and I looked at her and said “I know I told you shouldn’t drink for a while, but would you like to drink some wine coolers or something tonight?” Her eyes brightened up and she said “Yeah!! Do you think maybe you could bring some tequila too?” I laughed and said sure but she couldn’t tell anyone as I was pretty sure her mom wouldn’t appreciate it too much. “Goody. I know I got sick the next day but I wont drink that much this time.” I then turned to leave and said “Ok then, we’ll see you in a while!”

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I left and went to my sisters, ran my errands and then went home for a bit. I grabbed a bottle of Dom Pedro that I had and after thinking it over a bit, grabbed some pot and rolling papers. I got to my door and really started to think about what I was hoping might happen tonight. No doubt about it, I really wanted to try to seduce an 8^th grade girl tonight. I started thinking better about it and at that moment decided my freedom was something I valued very much, plus my bosses had become good friends to me. Ok then, I thought to myself, I’ll just go over, let her drink a bit till she got buzzed and then I would come home. After all I had already promised her at least that.

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I arrived at her house after stopping at the store for some wine coolers for Joanna and a six-pack of Bud Light for me. Joanna answered the door still dressed as I had left her, minus her shoes. She led me to the kitchen and we put everything away except for 1 wine cooler and 1 beer and went to the living room and sat down and started some more small talk. After a while she said “Lets do a shot!” I said good idea. We went to the kitchen and got the bottle and then got a lime out of the refrigerator and cut some wedges. We took 2 shots quickly and then refreshed our drinks. We sat in the kitchen for a while talking again for a bit. After another shot Joanna started getting a bit giggly like she did at my party. She started asking bout me, where I went to school, how did I like working with her mom and uncles and so forth. Then she asked me if I had a girlfriend and I told her at the moment, no. “What about you? You have a boyfriend yet?” “My mom wont let me yet, I haven’t even kissed a boy yet, how embarrassing, huh?” “Nah, your time will come soon, enjoy your youth while you can.” I told her. Her voice was so sweet, still kinda high pitched but yet very sexy. We took a couple more shots and grabbed a couple more bottles of wine cooler and beer and headed back to the living room. She turned on the stereo and put in a mix cd of some good rock music one of her brothers had burned. We sat a while and talked some more. “I wish my mom would let me have a boyfriend, I really wanna know how it feels to kiss a guy.” She told me. I guess the beer and tequila had started to kick in, I just leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on her beautiful lips. I realized what I had done and was waiting for her to freak out and kick me out and call her mother, but instead she sat there with a stunned look on her face. “I’m so sorry Joanna, I don’t know what I was thinking.” “It’s ok, just caught me by surprise is all.” She giggled. “Wow, my first kiss, it was nice.” I tried to change the subject as I was embarrassed and I noticed my cock start to rise.

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We started talking about other things while we drank and had another shot of good ol’ Dom Pedro when a Guns N Roses song came on. “Oh my god, I love this song, I’m gonna dance!” she yelled. She got up and started head banging and dancing around. I couldn’t beleave my eyes. She shook her hips and shoulders and bounced around the room through the whole song, it was such a sexy sight! The song ended and she ran and jumped on the couch next to me and landed on her knees. She put her hand on my leg, looked me in the eyes and asked if I had any pot with me. Looking back in her eyes while I recovered from watching her sexy dance, I told her I had some in my car. “Oh please, please, please lets smoke some.” She pleaded with me. “I don’t know Joanna, I don’t think I should, what if your mom found out?” “Who’s gonna tell her, I’m not. I wont tell anybody, I promise!” What the heck, I thought and went to my car and got my stuff. I started rolling a joint and she downed the rest of her cooler and asked me if I wanted a beer. I told her I did and downed my beer too. I was kinda glad she left the room while I rolled the joint because my hands were shaking. She came back with 2 bottles and another lime. Geez, this lil girl really wanted to drink. An Aerosmith song came on and she jumped up and squealed “Oh my god! I love this song too!” she started dancing again. If I thought her last dance was sexy, this one blew my mind! She shaked her hips again and bounced around even more. I could see her lil tits jiggle around and now she was bouncing around so much that her lil skirt started to fly up giving me a glimpse of her panties, cute lil white cotton ones with a red rose on the front! Yup, you guessed it, instant hard on. I sat there frozen and speechless. Here was a young, sweet, smart lil girl, with a hot lil body and beautiful young face, drunk off her ass and dancing around AND flashing me. I couldn’t believe my luck. The little school girl outfit only added to my excitement. I took a big chug of my beer and put the joint to my mouth. Joanna saw this and bounced to couch and onto my lap. That completely caught me off guard and I almost dropped my beer. She wiggled her ass trying to get comfortable and into a position where she wouldn’t fall off, I’m sure she had no idea just exactly what she was doing to me. My cock was in heaven feeling her ass grind against it. “Light it, light it!” so I did. I took a big hit and handed it to her. Try as she might, she had never smoked anything before, and she couldn’t get the hang of it. She would suck on the joint but when she blew out no smoke came out. I tried again and easily got a good hit off it. She tried again to no avail. “Let’s try giving you a shotgun blast,” I said as I took a deep breath and gulped hard. “What’s that?” she asked. “Let me show you,” I took another big hit but didn’t inhale, then I leaned forward putting my lips to hers, opening her mouth with my lips and blew the smoke into her mouth. I leaned back and told her to hold it in and swallow. She did and I told her to hold it, hold it, hold it, ok let it out. A nice stream of pot smoke emerged from her lips, “Yay!!!” she yelled out. “another one, please, please.” I couldn’t say no and we repeated the whole thing over again with the same results. She sat there laughing, “That’s so awesome! You have nice lips.” She said. This was some powerful pot so we only smoked half then I put it out. “One more shot!” she said so we did. By now I could see I had one drunk and stoned lil girl on my hands but I remembered my promise and told her I should get going so she could get some sleep as it was getting late. “No, no, please don’t go, I would be scared staying home alone, please stay!” She then put her arms around my neck and held me tight. “I don’t know Joanna, this isn’t proper, I think I should really leave.” “Please don’t go,” she leaned back and gave me a lil girls pouty look. I just couldn’t resist and told her I would stay for a while longer, but we were done drinking. She agreed and put her head on my chest. I just knew she could feel my heart pounding and my 7” cock digging into her ass. I asked her if she was ok and she looked up at me with those big green eyes and nodded. Then she reached up and kissed me. I couldn’t resist and I kissed her back. We nibbled on each others lips for a while and then I pushed my tongue into her mouth and touched hers. She was a quick study and she started rolling her tongue with mine. I was in heaven. We stayed lip locked for a while she started grinding her sweet 14yo ass on my cock some more. She obviously felt it now. She leaned back still grinding away and asked “Is that your penis?” “It’s my cock sweety, penis is a word you use in school,” I told her. “Oh, ok. It sure is hard, am I hurting you? Do you want me to get off?” “Oh no darling, it feels good to me, real good.” “Ok” she said. We made out some more and then I started kissing around on her neck and licking it which made her start to breath a little harder and hold me tighter. The whole time I rubbed her back with my hands but then I brought my right hand between us and started rubbing her sides and tummy. She had a smooth, flat, hard tummy; I could feel that even through her shirt. I continued licking her neck and kissing her as I let my hands roam up a bit higher till I got right beneath her left lil tit. She suddenly held her breath and I stopped, waiting for her to protest but she didn’t so I continued up till I had her breast in my hand. She sighed and let her breath out. I started licking her neck again and went down till I got to the top of her chest and started licking down. I let go of her tit with my hand and started unbuttoning her shirt. What was I doing, I thought to myself, she’s only 14 my mind told me. But my hands and cock were now in control. One button at a time I went then pulled her shirt, which was tucked into her skirt, up.

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I finally had all her buttons undone and I pulled her shirt open and looked down and admired her young tummy and bra covered lil girl tits. I then continued to lick her chest while I caressed her tummy with my hand. I licked down till I could use my tongue on her exposed breast flesh then I reached up under her tit with my hand and started to lick and massage her tit through her bra. This really got her going, breathing picking up while she wiggled her ass some more. She was wearing a bra that snapped in the front and I used both hands to start to unsnap it. I did slowly, promising myself if she tried to stop me I would, but she didn’t and in seconds her tits sprung into the open!

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They were beautiful, just as I had imagined, if not better. So young and firm. I sat and admired them for a bit and then looked up into her eyes. She was nervous, that much I could tell. I told her we could stop whenever she wanted. “Ok but I don’t want to stop, I don’t know what is happening to me but it feels good.” I looked into her eyes a while longer, thinking to myself how wrong this was. She was 14 and in the 8^th grade, I was 33. She was innocent and naïve, I was guilty and knew where this was leading. She was a good girl, I was a horny older guy. None of the arguments that I had against this could stop me now, though, it had gone to far for that.

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I leaned forward to kiss her again and she hugged me and kissed me back. I reached up and put my hand around her beautiful breast and gently massaged her and then I pinched her nipple lightly. That brought a rise out of her as she started breathing hard in my mouth. She pulled away from me and let out a little squeal, “Oh god, oh god, that feels so good, I’ve never felt like this before”. I took this opportunity to go down and start to lick around her areola and then place her nipple in my mouth and gently sucked it in. “Aaahhhh, oh yes, oh my god” she squealed out. I could feel her heart beating in time with mine. They were both racing, beating quickly. My mind was spinning as she wiggled around on my cock, driving me insane. I quickly got up and brought her with me as I started walking to her bedroom, carrying her to her fate. My mind was now telling me this was meant to be, I had been destined to be her first lover, so she could lose her virginity to a man who knew how to treat her, not some young punk who would pull a “wham bam, thank you maam” on her. I promised myself that her pleasure would come before mine.

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Now I had been to her house before, a couple of times, for her birthday party and her brothers graduation party, and had been in every room but hers. I was anticipating a room where she would always remember her first time. She turned the doorknob to let us in and there we were. It was almost exactly, how I imagined it, cute little girl room with posters of her favorite rock stars and actors. She had a pretty lil canopy bed in the middle with a pink cloth covering it. It had Strawberry Shortcake covers and sheets and quite a few stuffed animals scattered all over the bed.

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I put her down so she was sitting on the edge of her bed and then I stood up. “Do you trust me Joanna? I mean really trust me. Do you understand that I’m not here to hurt you, I want to make you feel even better than you were when I was sucking on your nipple.” “I know Raul, and I don’t know what is happening to me but that it feels good.” I could tell by the way she slurred her words that the combination of alcohol and pot had really gotten to her and argued with myself how she didn’t know what she was doing or saying. Then she reached out and started running her hand up and down the front of my pants, on my cock. There would be no more arguments with myself after that. “I want to see it, I’ve never seen one before,” “What do you want to see Joanna?” I knew, of course, but I wanted to hear her say it. “Heehee, you know. Your cock.” She blushed as she said it and it made my heart weep. “If you really want to see it, go ahead, pull it out of my pants,” She looked up at me, unsure of herself, but she went ahead and started to unbuckle my belt. She then undid the buttons and  pulled down on my zipper. My cock pushed out against my boxers, straining to feel fresh air. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes and then she pulled down my pants along with my socks. And there I stood, just in my underwear in front of my lil fantasy. “Go on, if you really want to see it.” My boxers waistband was stretched to its limit as my cock bulged out farther than I had ever seen it do. Her eyes were wide as she pulled down my boxers. And there it was, right in her face, my cock, bigger, and feeling harder than it had ever before. I stood there proudly while she just looked at it, wide eyed and her mouth in a great big O. I watched as she reached out to touch it. My cock jerked up at her touch and my knees almost buckled but I managed to stay up.

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She tried to wrap her hand around my cock but she couldn’t reach all the way around. “Its so big and hard, yet soft and sooo big!” her words made me smile inside and I felt so good. I knew I would blow my load soon and I didn’t want to do that just yet so I took a step back and my cock slipped through her hand. “Not yet Joanna, I want you to feel good, we will worry bout me later. Lie back now, let me make you feel good.” She laid back and her shirt fell open and her breasts stood out so firm and proud. I thought about going at them again, but I wanted to see more of her first. I thought about pulling off her skirt but she just looked so cute but slutty at the same time, I decided to leave it on her but I did pull up on the front of it and exposed her panties. There was already a wet spot on the crotch of her panties that was growing bigger by the second. I could smell her scent in the air, it smelled fresh and made my cock strain out even bigger. I kneeled down and picked up her legs and kissed inside her thighs. She started to moan a bit and her upper body jerked around on its own. She was a sexual lil creature just waiting for someone to lead her into the world of love making and I was her man. Every lil touch would set her off more and more. I couldn’t wait any longer so I put my nose into the crotch of her panties and rubbed it up her lil slit through her panties. “Ooooohhhhhhh my, oh yes, pant, pant, oh please, please more.” I’m not sure she even knew what “more” was, but she knew she wanted it. I stuck out my tongue and licked where the center of the wet spot was and got a bit of tasted of heaven. Her legs locked around my head, trying to close. “What’s happening to me Raul, oh, oh I feel strange, mmm oh mmmm oh my.” I had to struggle to pull back a bit but I managed to cut loose. I lifted up her legs, hooked a couple of fingers into her panties and started to pull them off. I pulled her right leg out of her panties but left her panties on her left leg, dangling just above her knee. I crawled back between her legs and looked at the most wonderful sight I had ever seen. Her pussy was so beautiful. It had lil slick thin lips that covered the entrance to heaven. Her tiny clit had already started to peek out into the world for perhaps the first time. She had a small, thin patch of pitch black pubic hair starting just above her clit. “You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen!” She giggled and asked, “Really? I’m so glad you like it, I want to make you feel good too.” I dove in slowly and licked all around her pussy but not quite touching it yet. Joanna moved her hips around trying to make her pussy have some contact with my tongue, after teasing her a bit I finally licked her from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top stopping there to suck in her cute lil clit. “AAgghhh!!” she cried out. Her head came up off the bed, her eyes very wide with a look of ecstasy on her face. I don’t know if it was the liquor or pot or just natural born sluttiness but  she was just loving this. She reached down to hold my head in place as I continued to lick her. I reached up and started massaging her titties again and her whole body started quaking and shaking. Within seconds she let out a low, long moan and her legs clamped around my head and her juices started gushing out onto my tongue, I had done it, given my lil Joanna her first orgasm!

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After a while her legs loosened up on my head and I was able to come up for air. I looked at Joanna and she lay there with a big smile on her face, a look of satisfaction on her face. I thought about undressing her but changed my mind as I realized that a fantasy of mine was laying there before me, a lil school girl on her back waiting for me to make the next move. She lay there with her blouse and bra open with her titties out in the open, her lil skirt up around her waist exposing her beautiful pussy and her legs spread wide for me and her panties hanging off a leg, that’s a picture I carry in my mind to this day.

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I got on the bed with her and we both pulled ourselves up to the middle of the bed. I went to kiss her and groped her tit and I got closer to her and my cock made contact with her leg which caused my cock to jerk a bit. Her thigh flesh was so soft and smooth on my cock and it drove me wild. After a couple of minutes of this Joanna said to me “Please touch me down there again, please!!” “ Where do you want me to touch you?” “On my vagina,” she blushed. “Do you want me to touch your lil pussy?” She blushed again and understood what I wanted, “Yes, please Raul, touch my pussy, oh please touch my pussy.” I swung my right leg over her leg and laid it right between her legs, my thigh coming in contact with her wet slit. She seemed to like that a lot as she raised her hips up trying to mash her pussy against my leg. I continued rubbing my cock against her leg loving every moment of it. After a while I lifted my leg up again and used it to push her left leg apart a bit more. She started mewling in protest seeking my leg with her pussy. “Shhh, I’m just going to give something a lil bit better to rub up against your pussy.” With that I picked up myself on my elbows and brought my other leg in between hers which she spread wider. I then came down again and BANG, my cock finally made contact with her holy hole. She was sooo wet, my cock slid up and down, my head then my length rubbing up against her clit, to this day that was the best feeling I had and have ever had. My cock jumped around all most as much as she did. Her head started thrashing back and forth, moans coming from deep inside her. Her long black hair sliding all around the bed under her head.

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We continued rubbing up against each other for a few more minutes. The whole time I cursed myself for not bringing any condoms with me but I never meant for tonight to go this far. At this point, though, I felt content enough to just continue rubbing my long cock up against her small hole and maybe just cum on her tight tummy. After some time, Joanna started to breath hard and loud, with a moan in between some breaths. Her hips started to lift up off the bed, lifting me up also. She grabbed her bed spread and started pulling it up around us, then she froze. All of a sudden her eyes grew wider than they had all night and she let out a long scream, shit, I thought the neighbors might hear but I knew she was cumming and I started rubbing harder and faster trying to bring her to climax. She let go of her bedspread and put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her and held me in a bear hug. Her legs went straight up into the air as her orgasm overtook her. She continued squealing and moaning and breathing so hard I thought she might pass out. She stayed with me though and finally started to calm down.

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“Oh please stop, stop,” I went from so hot and bothered to being totally disappointed and heartbroken but still I started to get up. “No, no wait, just stop rubbing, my pussy is so tingly I can’t stand it anymore but stay here with me please.” Now I understood, I’ve seen girls who can’t take being touched after an orgasm so I slid down a bit so we could look into each others eyes and started making out some more. Little later she told me she couldn’t believe how  good that felt and after some thought I told her I could make her feel even better. “How is that? You can make me feel even better? How can you make me feel better than that?!” “Joanna, I wanna fuck you.” “What’s that?” Oh my god, so young naïve and so innocent. “Well I put my big cock inside your lil pussy and we rub against each other from the inside.” “But your cock is so big, it won’t fit, will it? Will it hurt?” “Oh sweety, we can make it fit and yeah it will probley hurt for a little bit but I promise you, I will make you feel so good. If you want to stop at any time we will, ok?”  “I don’t know, I don’t think it will fit, it’s soooo ohhhhhhh oh yes,” I had started rubbing my cock up and down her pussy again. She told me she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t say no,, I wanted to so bad but I didn’t want it to be against her will in any way, so I decided to get her hot again. It didn’t take long. She didn’t know it at the time but soon enough we both we would be going out of our way to get together to fuck as often as we could, and tonight would be the beginning of that. I had decided no matter how young and innocent she was, she was just too beautiful for me to let this opportunity pass me by.

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I reached down between us and grabbed my cock, it was so slick with our juices that I had a hard time getting a good grip. I rubbed the head up and down her slit again getting it slick with her juices and when I thought it was slick enough I started trying to get the head to go in. By this time, though, we had worked up such a lather and her hole was so tight, I couldn’t even start to get my cock in her. I kept putting my head to her lil pussy lips and it would slide up or down and even sideways but I couldn’t get it in. Finally after a couple of minutes of this, and even with my cock getting even bigger and harder from the sensation I felt, the head just sort of popped in. “Owww, oww, oooo wait, wait, please it hurts.” I pulled back a bit but then pushed forward as she took the head of what looked like an almost 8” cock inside her lil pussy hole. It took all my concentration not to just buck my hips and thrust my cock balls deep in her. I’m glad I had drank a bit of booze, it seems to numb you a bit which in this case was a good thing, if I had been sober, I would have cum right then. Being so much shorter than me, her head only came up to almost my chin so she had to look up at me and when she did I saw the confusion in her eyes, and also the pain. There was a single tear rolling down her cheek, it almost broke my heart. I reached down and kissed that tear away. “I know you hurt, but I promise in a little bit you will feel better than you have ever felt before, please trust me.” I told her. She slowly nodded her head and I pushed in a little more. “Oooo ow, ow, ohhhh.” I had only gotten the head in a little more when I felt her cherry. I could still pull out, I could stop and pull my cock out of this lil school girl and save her innocence. I started to pull my cock out and as soon as my cockhead was wrapped around by her lil pussy lips my hips had an involuntary jerk forward and I broke her cherry. “Owwww, oh no, it’s too big, it’s too big!!” I stopped myself and held still while she tried to come up on the bed but I put my left hand on top of her head and held her in place. I pushed down with my hips and pinned her to her lil bed and a whole inch of my cock slid in, her pussy walls stretched to take me in. She continued struggling to get off my cock and pushing up on me with her little hands but it was to late to go back, I could only go forward so I did and my efforts got another inch into her tight lil school girl pussy.

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By now she had lessoned her struggles but I could feel her 14yo pussy trying to squeeze me out, not understanding all that did was make me more determined to get in all the way into her too young snatch. I put my hand on her shoulders to hold her down and picked myself up off of her and looked down between us. What a sight that was, my cock stuck out about 3 inches outside her lil young pussy. Her tiny lil lips were stretched out to its breaking point. I pulled out a bit and got a chance to see her cherry tinged juices glistening on my cock. She still laid there shaking her head back and forth and moaning from what I’m sure was some pain. Unfortunately for her I was feeling ecstasy beyond comprehension, I couldn’t stop now, wouldn’t stop. She stop struggling all together and without any warning, I pushed in again and got about half of the remaining 3” inside her and her struggling picked up the pace again, her head came up off the bed and her eyes almost seemed to bug out of her head. “Oh my god, Raul, please stop, please wait!!” I couldn’t stop at this point, pulling out and thrusting in again till, finally, my balls smacked her lil ass, I was all the way in, and now I did stop and I laid back down on her to hold her in place, I put my chin above her head. We laid there like that for a while, she lay there underneath me moaning like a hurt puppy while breathing real hard. My cock was thanking me for all this, it had never been in a pussy so hot, wet and tight. To know that I was about to fuck a lil young, innocent girl was a total turn on. I don’t know if I would ever had done this with any other 14yo girl, but Joanna was just so perfect. She was beautiful with her long black hair and her eyes of green. When she smiled she made me gush with those cute braces of hers. Last, but not least, her awesome lil body was all a man like me could ask for, if I was gonna break the law, it would only be with my lil Joanna.

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I tested her out by pulling out a bit and pushing back in, the suction was to intense I actually pulled her down when I tried to pull my cock out and again she cried out in pain. I laid still and with one free hand I started massaging her lil tittie and pinching her nipple softly. With my other free hand I reached down and behind her and squeezed her lil ass cheek, what a tight firm ass she had, I was so glad I decided to fuck my lil Joanna, she was just so perfect. I did want it to be good for her though, and while she had quit struggling against me I could tell she was still in some pain so I kept my cock in her and just wiggled my hips without thrusting forward. He face contorted in some pain but her moans sounded different now, and no more telling me to stop. After a while I pulled out about 2” and thrust forward again, “Ohhh, aahhh, mmmm.” “Does it still hurt?” I asked. “A little, just please go slow.” So I did, It was almost painful to me to go slow but I did, slowly pulling out and pushing in. I was in heaven, this was by far the tightest pussy I had been in, hell I hadn’t been with a teenager since I was 23 but this was the best pussy I had ever had the pleasure of putting my cock in.

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Little by little I started picking up the pace and her breathing started picking up again, her tits were raising and lowering with every breath. I no longer needed to hold her down so I picked myself up on my hands and looked at my sweet lil innocent schoolgirl. She looked so cute at first, her face contorted, not in pain anymore, but in pleasure. Her shirt and bra hanging open letting her titties hanging out very proudly. I looked down and with her skirt bunched up on her waist I could see my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, It looked so huge compared to her tiny lil 8^th grade pussy! I’ll never know how I got my big cock in her 14yo pussy. Her thigh high socks felt so good rubbing against my sides and with her lil cute panties hanging on her left leg it completed the lil schoolgirl slut look.

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I started giving her longer, but still slow strokes and she seemed to be taking them quite well. Her eyes were closed and her mouth in an O and little by little she started moaning again. Her hips started coming off the bed to meet my strokes. By now I was pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in all the way till my balls slapped up against her lil ass. We were now simply fucking. Just think of the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy you had ever been in and trust me, this was twice as good. Joanna was just so perfect, I now realized that everything fell into place today for it to get to this point, this was our fate.

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I really started pounding her now, pulling out and thrusting back in over and over again. Being very buzzed off the beer and pot helped keep me from cumming to soon. “Oh god yes, pant, pant, don’t stop now, it feels wonderful!” she cried out. Her moans and lil yelps encouraged me to go even faster and harder. Her hips met mine thrust per thrust as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her. I had to reach down to kiss her and I groped her lil teen titties making her moan loudly into my mouth. All of a sudden I felt a slight tingle in my balls and I stopped immediately. I didn’t want to cum yet, I wanted her to cum with my cock in her, I knew if I could do that to her I could have her whenever I wanted to in the future. She let out a groan of frustration and her hips started lifting up to me trying to get the friction going again. After a few seconds of this I started fucking my lil Joanna again. In and out my cock went slamming into her sweet lil pussy. Joanna really started getting into it now. Her eyes were wide open in surprise and lust. “Mmm ooooo, yes Raul, don’t stop, it feels soooo good!” “ Do you like my cock Joanna, do you like me fucking your lil pussy?” “Oh god yes.” I stopped again and looked down into her eyes as she protested with a cute little moan and by thrusting her hips up at me. She looked in my eyes and she knew what I wanted. “Oh god, fuck my pussy with your cock Raul, fuck me, please fuck me!” The transformation was complete, my sweet lil innocent, naïve, good girl Joanna was now a full blown slut, she was MY slut!

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I put my left hand on top of her head and with my right I grabbed her lil ass cheek and really started pounding into her now, holding her in place as I pounded her up the bed. She started squealing and moaning louder and louder, encouraging me to keep going. I started to feel a tingle in my balls again and was about to stop when Joanna cried out “Oh, oh yessss, I’m cumming again, oh god, don’t stop, fuck me with your cock, I love it, fuck me Raul!” This is the moment I had been waiting for, I pulled out till only my cockhead was in her tiny lil pussy and thrust forward yet again. My mind told me to pull out but my cock had other ideas. I knew I should pull out but I just couldn’t, it had been so long since I had had a virgin pussy wrapped around my cock and I just couldn’t waste this opportunity. “I’m cumming too Joanna, oh fuck yes, I love fucking your pussy! I’m going to cum in your pussy, Joanna. Do you want me to?” “Oh god yes, cum in my pussy, cum in my pussy!” I’m not sure if she realized what she meant, and my mind kept reminding me that I could get this girl pregnant, but my cock told my mind to come up with other ideas. “Oh god Joanna, oh yes, its cumming, I want you to take all my cum in your sweet pussy, her it cums, ohhhhhhhhhh yessssss!” I put my chin on the top of her head as I pulled out and thrusted back in balls deep in her as the first squirt of my cum blasted into her pussy, it was a big, long squirt and Joannas eyes opened wide as she felt it. She lost control of her body and she started squirming around and her pussy clamped down on my cock, making her even tighter. I pulled out and thrust into her again as another long stream of cum shot out into her pussy. “oh oh, I can feel your cum, don’t stop please, it feels so good, aaahhhhh I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Once more I pulled out and this time some of my cum came with me and started dripping down to the crack of her ass. I pushed myself in as deep as I could go and held my cock in her 14yo, 8^th grade pussy as I let loose with even more long squirts of my cum shooting deep in her pussy. It was by far the longest and best orgasm I had ever felt! My cock kept squirting my cum in her with smaller loads as her pussy kept contracting on my cock, tightening and loosening over and over as we ground our hips together. She had dug her fingernails in my back and I felt small trickles of blood start to flow down my back. Through her whole orgasm she had squealed and moaned loudly and now she just laid there purring like a lil content kitten.

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We laid like that for I don’t know how long, both breathing hard and coming down from our bliss. I had done it, I had fucked and cum in my lil Joanna. I expected to feel a little guilty but I didn’t, I loved every minute of it. My cock started to shrink and I slowly lifted myself up on my hands and looked down on my newfound lil slut and she had a big smile on her face. “Oh my god, that felt sooo good, soo good, I never knew I could feel like this.” I smiled back down on her and told her we could do this whenever she wanted. I slowly pulled my cock out, even with it softening her pussy felt so tight around it. It came out with a loud, wet plop and my cum started gushing out of her lil pussy. I stared at amazement seeing what a huge load I had shot into her. My mind did start racing at that time, I had cum into a young fertile girl and I had to think of something, but mind was still clouded in a druken, stoned sexual haze. I got up off the bed and brought her with me, she could barely stand, “My legs feel all rubbery,” she giggled. I then took off all her clothes and then pulled her bed spread, with my huge load of cum on it, off her bed. We then laid back down with me spooning her.

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“I know this sounds mean, but I’m glad my friend got sick and I ran into you at the mall,” she told me. I cuddled with her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Already my cock started to rise again and soon found itself snuggled into the crack of her ass. Joanna felt it and started pushing her ass back into me. “Are you going to fuck me again?” I kissed along the back of neck and asked her if she wanted me to. Her moaning let me know she did.

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I lifted her leg up and let my cock snake its way between her thighs. I started to reach down to grab my cock but my lil Joanna beat me to it. Her lil hand around my cock felt so good as she guided it to her pussy. As soon as I felt her lil hole I thrust up and into her pussy again. “Ohh, ohhh, yesss, mmmmm that feels so good. I grabbed Joanna’s hand and put it right above her pussy and showed her how to stroke her lil clit then I reached up and alternately groped and massaged each of her tits as I continued kissing and licking on her lil neck. I fucked her behind earnestly this time and she took it all. We both moaned loudly and I cold feel her heart pounding through her back. It didn’t take long till she froze and her pussy clamped down on my cock again. She let out a high squeal and then moaned loudly as I let loose with another huge load of my cum in her, although not as big as my first one. Her pussy being so tiny couldn’t hold it all in and I soon felt our combined juices leaking out of her pussy onto my balls. I slowly lowered her leg with my cock still inside her and we laid there like that as our orgasms subsided. I put my arms around her and cuddled with her. She fell asleep first and as I dozed off I kept thinking how her family wouldn’t be back for 2 days and smiled to myself. I fell asleep too, with my cock still nestled in her sweet lil teen pussy and sometime in the night it finally slipped out.  Â

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I sighed out loud and rolled over on my side, it didn't take me very long to realize that the wall wasn't much better than the ceiling....but it had stripes in it...so that entertained me for about three seconds longer than the ceiling. I finally managed to drift off to sleep, thoughts of my hand running up her silky thighs and the heat on my hand as I neared her tiny sex. I had taken something very special from her, and I wouldn't let her first lover be someone who had used her only for sex. If there was a God then I was most likely going to Hell, I had sinned BIG TIME! So if I was damned to hell because of his rules then I might as well do the right thing by MY rules. With that thought in mind I actually managed to get some sleep. Although it was pretty restless, filled with dreams of lithe young bodies writhing all over the place. I really was drowning in sin here, not that I could bring myself to mind. At least, I couldn't bring myself to mind enough to actually consider stopping what I was doing before it went any further.

I spent the entire day friday glaring at my parents for not being gone yet and glaring at the clock for not being at 4 PM yet. I felt like I had drank three too many energy drinks. (word to the wise, just stick with coffee, if anything) The aggression was more than I could stand, I must have spent the day in a constant state of arousal..which can be pretty tiring if you've got nothing to 'do' with it. I refused to waste the day masturbating at all, so I did whatever else I could to entertain myself. Mostly that seemed like going out back to the seemingly endless wood pile and chopping some logs with my old axe. I really don't consider myself that much of a hick or anything, but for some reason splitting wood has always calmed me, and it's great for the arms.

So 4:00 finally came around and I waved goodbye to my parents as they pulled out of my driveway with a smile and a throbbing erection. I waited until the car was completely out of sight before I made the mad dash back to the phone in my house. I immediately dialed the number she had left me on the note before, although I doubt I could have possibly forgotten it anyway. I had to dial the number three times before my trembling fingers actually managed to press the correct keys on the damn phone, and I can't even tell you how frustrating that got. When I want something badly I get unreasonably angry at things...my receiver still has a crack in it from the sheer force of my grip. I'm not trying to make it sound like I'm really strong or anything, it's a cheap phone made out of plastic. I finally did manage it, though and it was only one ring before she picked up.

"Hello?"

Oh, to hear her voice again. I has missed it even in the few days I had been away from her, she really does have such a beautiful voice, clear and sweet and high. I know I compare her voice to a silver bell every time I hear it, but I just can't ever seem to get over it. I was stricken for a few moments after hearing it, I actually had to compose myself again. I still haven't gotten any better at talking on the damn phone, I still sound like a bumbling idiot with a rat trap caught on his tongue. However I finally managed a weak, "hiya" in response.

"JOE!" She immediately shrieked back at me, I actually winced on my end of the phone and held the receiver away from my ear. "Hey Alice," I replied rather weakly.

"Are they gone?!" Damn, she was anxious to get over here, I actually felt rather flattered about it.

"Yeah, they just left, you can come over whenever you're ready." I said, my confidence swelling...along with one other part of my anatomy. Of course, that's why I used the word 'swelling'...so that I could make that all-too-obvious connection and try and make myself sound smart. That doesn't matter now, as I'm sure this little interruption will cause your eye to twitch the slightest bit, I'll get back to telling my story.

"YEAH! I mean....yeah...I just need to take a shower and get myself ready for you."

"Oh, Alice, you don't need to-"

But she had hung up the phone already and had most likely run off to take a shower. I only hoped to god it was a quick one. I lay on the couch where I had taken her virginity and just stared out my window. An eternity passed by, then another. I looked at the clock and three seconds had passed. After an almost infinite amount of eternities I saw her small form riding up on her bicycle. She was wearing a pair of pink cotton excercise shorts that clun so provocatively to the little globes of pearly flesh that capped the backs of her thighs. I could have said butt, but my way makes it sound less crude. She also wore the cutest little white shirt that was just as clingy as her shorts, and her being the tender age she was a bra really wasn't necessary for her, but I still appreciated the delicate swells of her budding breasts.

She pulled her bike to a screeching halt in front of my door, kicking it over and almost tripping in her anxiousness to get off the bike. I could only grin and laugh at her predicament. There was something just so beautifully honest about her, she wouldn't bother with trying to keep her dignity, it was pointless for both of us to even try. I figured I would take her road, seeing as we both wanted something from the other. I opened the door happily and scooped her up in my arms, she in turn leapt up at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her tiny torso against my somewhat larger frame. I held her tiny body up by reaching down around and supporting her by those irresistable buttox as she pressed herself as hard as she could against my erection. I felt like explaining to her that I really would never be able to manage that with the clothes hindering me.

At that moment, though all we did was kiss. I pressed my mouth against hers and she cocked her head, already getting better at this she moved her head to give me better access to her warm mouth. I pressed her against the doorframe and ran a hand through her slightly damp hair as I used my other hand to knead the flesh of her buttox through the sheer cotton material. I pushed the leg up further and slipped my fingers under slightly as I went to explore more forbidden territory. Our tongues lashed out at eachothers with no pretense of propriety. I needed her, right now. I also needed to actually get her inside before I fucked her stupid. Although the possibility of an audience was somewhat appealing, I can't lie about that. When I pulled away she was flushed and her eyes were half closed and glazed over with lust. Her lips were still slightly parted and as I pulled away and looked into her bright green eyes she whined a little and tried to move back in.

"We have all weekend, but first I think we should get that bike out of the front yard so people don't see it and wonder just what you're doing over here." I said to her. She stared at me, uncomprehending, for a few moments before finally nodding. She slid out of my arms, although on the way down her body was in constant contact with the bulge in my jeans and she was looking up at me with a shy little look on her face. I smiled down at her as she finally stepped away and wheeled her bike around back behind the house. I had a simply crippling erection at this point and I couldn't really walk properly. She was waiting for me at the back door as I let her in. She fairly rushed back into my arms as I gripped her again, swooping her back up in my arms and planting another passionate kiss on her soft lips. She pulled away and looked at me, finally speaking for the first time. "Last time I didn't get to see you naked....I want to this time." I only smiled and planted a quick peck on the lips, which actually turned into three or four pecks that increased in length. I finally managed to detach myself from the beatiful girl and smiled, "of course, we can take our time this time and do it right." I felt her tiny hands grabbing the back of my shirt and I assisted her in pulling it up over my chest. I stared down at her as I held her against me as her cool palms explored my hairless chest. I noticed a pattern in her movements, that is her hands kept trailing lower and lower. I grunted rather primally as she unclasped my belt with no small degree of difficulty and unbuttoned my pants.

I can't explain how incredibly enticing it really is to have a girl that young actually reaching inside your pants for the weapon that you'll be penetrating and ravaging her with again and again.

"I want you inside me again." She said in a hoarse whisper as I felt her tiny hand wrap around the base of my throbbing shaft. I felt her tiny hands running slowly up an down the entire, length, almost as if testing it out. As for how enticing it is to have her reach in my pants, that's NOTHING compared to hearing those words fall from the lips of a preteen like her. Who somehow managed to retain her innocent attitude (although maybe not her innocence) and still be absolutely desperate for me to fuck her. I'm sorry to use such a crude word, but at this point I was being drowned in a tidal wave of pure instinct and all I could seem to think about was how hard I wanted to fuck her, how loud I wanted to make her scream my name, and how much seed I wanted to fill her with. I carried her upstairs to my parents room, she was constantly kissing my neck and chest the entire way up, her hand never left my weapon. I finally managed to make it to the king sized bed and I roughly threw her down on it. She bounced up and down on the mattress for a minute, her legs splayed out and a surprised and lustful look in her beautiful eyes. She had done most of the work, all I needed to do was give my pants a quick jerk down and my erection stood free, pointing straight out with tendrils of clear precum oozing slowly down from the head. She stared at it, as if transfixed with it as I crawled onto the bed after her. Her breathing came in increasingly more shallow breaths as my large form loomed over her. I grabbed her shirt by the bottom and pulled it savagely up over her head, revealing to me for the second time those wonderfully soft little mounds of flesh capped by her hard pink nipples. I ran my hands over them, feeling the silky skin slide underneath my fingertips as I lowered them over her flat tummy and down to the top of her shorts. I pulled her pink cotton shorts off her, and to my surprise she wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't question it as I was presented with the view of her inflamed pussy lips and her tiny clit poking out from the top of her slit. Her arousal had soaked the inside of her thighs and all around her, leaving her mound slick and shiny.

"Please...just do it to me right now." she gasped as I hovered over her. A droplet of precum landed on her navel and she gasped again, "pleeease!" she whined, almost whispered to me. I wasn't one to object, and I understand that sometimes, right at the beginning, a girl just needs to be satisfied. There would be plenty of time for games, but now was about primal satisfaction that we had tried and failed to bring to ourselves while we were separated.

I placed the head of my cock at her pearly gates and pushed in, again amazed by how far her little snatch had to stretch for me to fit inside of her. She hissed sharply as she drew in air between her clenched teeth, still surprised at the size of me and being filled so much. I was still a bit worried, "Alice...does it hurt?" She nodded fiercely but then grabbed the shaft of my cock, "but I like it to hurt a little." she said, surprising me. I did remember how she liked me being a bit rough with her before, so I felt I had no choice but to oblige her and fill her up, so with one more inward thrust I embedded myself to the hilt inside of her tiny body. She threw her head from side to side and tried to impale herself further on it, one hand trailed up and she bit her lip as she simply lay there, writhing on me. I myself was in heaven, feeling her muscles clenching around me and her juices making her slick. She just felt so alive inside, like she was trying to swallow my member whole.

"Uh...I feel like it's in my tummy!" She groaned as she finally managed to get words out. I felt my cock twitch simply at her saying that and began to move in and out of her, pulling out halfway and thrusting in deep within her. She gasped and mewled slightly with every inward thrust, especially when I would press against her as hard as I could, forcing every millimeter of myself inside of her. I picked up the pace slightly. She responded with great passion, spreading her legs wider than I would have believed possible and moaning loudly in her girlish voice as my hunched form basically ravaged her. I was careful not to be too rough with her, but apparently she had other ideas. I wasn't one to deny her what she wanted, so I obliged when she moaned her directions at me.

"Harder...please...be rougher..." She said almost coyly as I picked up the pace. I grabbed her slim waist and moved like a piston inside of her, moving her more than I was moving myself. I grabbed her tiny form and slid her roughly up and down on my length. I moved so hard and fast inside of her that our collective fluids oozed out around my shaft and made obscene noises that really were quite well suited to this kind of sex. The room was filled with the sound of her tiny shrieks of pleasure as her boddy shuddered with the impact of each inward thrust. "Hurt me! I want you to hurt me" she gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head as I fucked her for all I was worth. Her head was rolling back and forth as she screamed and begged for me to hurt her more and more. I kept obliging, lowering my head to her pert nipples and taking them into my mouth, using my teeth more often than not. She was lost in her own world, begging for ever more pain and pleasure as I continued without relenting.

I kept going even as her body shuddered and she arched her back, screaming out loud so that I was sure the neighbors could hear us. I felt her tighten up around me and squeeze me so that I felt like I was in a vice. I kept going, though, as I felt my own orgasm approaching. She lay limply for a few seconds, arms spread at her sides and her breath coming in deep panting breaths as I slid in and out as I neared the final stretch. It didn't take her long before she started moving her hips again, acting on pure instinct as she responded to my thrusts. I felt my balls tighten slightly and I knew it was happening, I drained myself within her, a few day's buildup spewed into her so that I felt like I was more hosing her insides than cumming. I kept going, though, making good use of the time I ad before my cock started to soften I continued to fuck her senseless, as she was in the throes of a second orgasm, and it would have been rude not to finish her before I pulled out. I moved inside of her full pussy, feeling my own cum as it sloshed around inside of her. The sensation seemed to launch her to new heigts as her body shuddered again she just let out a long moan and drove herself down on my cock.

I sat there over her for a few moments, panting and dripping sweat onto her as she stared back up at me. I didn't pull out as I looked down at her and smiled. She smiled warmly back up at me as I flipped over so that her form was on top of mine. I made sure to stay inside of her and we lay like that for a while, just dozing. Her small head rested on my chest and my hand ran through her hair and gently over her buttox. I noticed that my cock had only shrunk the slightest bit and with her constant clenchin around my weapon I could feel it starting to harden again inside of her. I made no move, though. I could tell she was tired and was just content to lay there on my chest. I felt her small lips as she kissed my chest occasionally. It was such an odd gesture coming from one so young, it seemed almost motherly. I loved it, though. We just idly sat there while my cock was prone inside of her.

It didn't take long for our loving stroking and kissing to escalate slightly, we were both tired, but this was a whole different kind of lovemaking. She shifted slightly, barely rocking up and down on my shaft and squirming around on it as I in turn pressed slightly up into her. Making her produce little purrs of lust and pleasure. I barely moved my hips and she barely moved hers, we just lay there, quietly moving.

"mmmmmm..." she trailed off slowly as she moaned into my neck. She simply nuzzled me as I continued to drive up slowly into her, entering a whole new state of sexual nirvana as I felt her squeezing around me. I could see that my weapon was as thick as her forearm and really did look too big to be entering such a tiny body. "Does it hurt?" I asked softly. I felt her nod and kiss my neck softly. "Only a little bit, though, and I like that anyway." I could only grunt slightly and give her a slightly harder thrust in response to hearing that. Her pussy was, at this point, sopping wet and filled to the brim with my cum. As we both felt ourselves nearing our ends she gasped, "Do it inside again...I love it being in me" She gasped. I obliged her, pulling her down on my cock and gave her what remained of my seed. She groaned slightly and had she not already been laying on me, I'm sure she would have collapsed. I just felt her body go totally limp against me as she lay there. The two of us dozed off to sleep, my member finally softening inside of her as she breathed contentedly against me.

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I woke up and for a moment couldn't remember where I was, something didn't seem right...maybe it was the waves of contentment washing over me. After a moment or two I realized that contentment felt an awful lot like a tongue licking my cock. Ah...so that's what was different. I opened my eyes, taking in the room around me. So far it was just ceiling, which I suspected was a great deal less interesting than what was going on.

I could have came just looking at her as she serviced me. Everything about this girl was intensely erotic, and the picture of her in her little white and pink sneakers and light pink socks and nothing else. Her slim body laying on the mattress and her slender neck craned out slightly as her soft pink tongue trailed slowly from the bottom of my weapon to the head. True it didn't do too much for me, except when she got near the head and ran her slippery tongue in little wet circles around it, sometimes even lightly sucking on it, barely pursing her tiny lips and putting almost nothing in her mouth. She saw me looking at her and smiled at me with her sweet, coy little smile and returned to her work. I could only smile back as her tongue began its paintstakingly slow journey up my shaft to the top of the head, her eyes half closed and glazed over slightly.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked huskily. She only giggled slightly and looked at me. "I didn't learn anything. I just liked the taste the last time we were together and you left it all inside of me, I..." She trailed off and shrugged her little shoulders. "I just noticed you were dirty and decided to clean it off for you." I could only say "Jesus" and grunt slightly. "Besides, you did this for me." She said with a smile, and her tongue resumed it's work. I smiled, I supposed it could work out NOT to tell her I couldn't have been happier tasting that sweet little peach of hers. This had been something I had wanted to try with her, but that she would do it on her own was unthinkable. I lay my head back down and looked at the ceiling, but I'm an extremely visual person and I just had to see her.

"Use your whole mouth." I said hoarsely. She gave me a wide-eyed look for a few moments, "But...can it...I mean I don't even know if I can open my mouth that wide." She said with a hint of fear or trepidation in her voice. "Just try." I said with as encouraging a tone as I could manage. I felt more like a coach than anything as I watched her nod and open her mouth to the absolute limit and slowly lower it over the head of my cock. It pulsated almost as if anticipating the feel of her wet mouth wrapping around it's drueling head.I felt her lips pressing against the bulb at the end of my member and knew it was going to be tough for her. Her lips were stretched to the absolute limit as I felt her trying to force the bulb into her mouth. I saw saliva starting to drip down the shaft as she worked at it. Finally, she made a loud slurping noise and the head popped into her mouth. I could feel her hot tongue pressing and thrashing against the end of my weapon and were I a more vocal lover I would have groaned. I have never been the type of guy to grunt and moan or talk during sex. I can't say why, really, I just haven't. I was damn close though, her mouth felt incredible. I was amazed when I watched her start lowering her head down even further on my shaft, she made it about three or four inches down before I hear her gag and she had to come up for air. She gasped and panted heavily for a few moments before enthusiastically impaling her face on my cock again. Her mouth opened as wide as it could go she slurped it in with a little more ease and pushed downward on it, she managed to get her head halfway down my shaft before she started to choke again, this time when she started to pull up I placed my hand on the back of her head and held her there. I began pressing her tiny head back down on my shaft, her brown curls fell around her face as she let me take the lead. My fingers ran through her hair as I bobbed her up and down on the shaft. Pushing her down until she choked and holding her there for a moment before lifting her head almost entirely off so that her lips were just pursed around the very tip of my now wet cock.

I closed my eyes, every movement of her head was bliss, her mouth was so warm and tight, I just couldn't believe it. Her tongue seemed to know exactly what to do to get me off as well, and with the wet walls pressing in from everywhere at once, and her teeth scraping the sides as it slid down into her throat I knew that I couldn't take much more of this. I had received blowjobs before where the girls had been able to deep throat my entire length...kudos to them...but this was by far the best oral experience I had ever had. Not only for the sheer tightness of her slippery little mouth or the fact that her tiny little body seemed to be writhing in a constant state of arousal...it was the sheer energy and enthusiasm that she put into it. She liked what she was doing a lot, and I can tell you that it makes all the difference knowing that they're loving it. The fact that she was moaning around my cock didn't hurt, either. It caused some wonderful vibrations.

I felt the pressure buildup and knew the inevitable was about to happen. "Alice, I'm going to come." I said to her. She lifted her face off of my cock for a moment, "what?" She asked innocently. I smiled, "Come...I mean, I'm going to shoot my load." I said to her, trying not to sound crude about it. She gave me a somewhat blank look..."Shoot your....OH!" She exclaimed and immediately lowered her head back down on my, taking me relatively easily into her waiting mouth and moving with fervent enthusiasm. I felt it happening, a fair tidal wave of hot white semen coated the inside of her mouth. At that point her lips were barely pursed around my cock head so it shot right into her mouth so that she could taste every bit of it. There was a bit too much for her because some dribbled out from between her moist lips and down her chin. She immediately made a loud gulping sound as she swallowed it all and ran her finger over the little rivulet of cum that leaked out of the corner of her mouth, licking it greedily off her finger. Something I always suspect in erotic stories that when women enjoy the taste of cum that the story was written by a man. However Alice loved to drink it off me every time, and I don't know if it's because she actually liked the taste or because she knew I liked watching her drink it, but she did every single time and with a smile on her face.

She smiled and presented me a view of her open mouth to show me that she had swallowed all of it. Seeing her in that pose, holding her sweet young mouth open for my approval. Something was just so deliciously submissive about it, and I knew that my cock wouldn't be going down just yet. I grinned to myself at the joys of being an 18 year old male, and to think I had once cursed my dick for not going down after jerking off three times in a row. I never got any peace from t, but now I would be able to satisfy my young lover properly...which I think has always been my first goal...satisfy your lover, then worry about yourself. Seeing as it's so easy to get a man off, anyway, as my young, amateurish cock-sucker just demonstrated. I feel I should give her more credit, she was amazing for her first time...for any time.

Now as I said I could properly help my partner with her little problem with her sexual tension. I felt her clamber on top of me, taking advantage of my rigid pole. I grabbed it by the base and directed the throbbing shaft upwards, straight at her still very tight and virginal looking opening. I left her in control of how hard she wanted it to be, and as I suspected, she just plopped herself right down on me. I slid upwards into her with one lightning movement, all she could do in response was let out a husky groan and squeal slightly as I rammed up into her tight little hole. She started rocking her hips back and forth on me, not even moving up and down just having me embedded deep within her as she rocked slightly. When she finally did start moving she really started moving. She bounced herself up along the entire length of my cock, popping up almost entirely off, one time she actually did go a bit too high and she wouldn't stop making a high mewling sound until I was safely back within the confines of her tight little love canal. She gave a sharp little 'ow' with every downward thrust as her entire body rocked and shuddered around me. I could feel every little movement that she made as I she raped herself. Evidence of her intense arousal was oozing down the shaft as she bounced up and down my length. I aided her as best as I could, grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me and thrusting my hips upward every time she came back down for more.

"ah...ah...ah....Joe......." was basically all her vocabulary consisted of at the moment. Eventually it became even less as she lost the ability to speak entirely. I just slammed her down so that her perfect little behind jiggled enticingly and her body quaked at the impact. She arched her back and reared her head, discovering that it felt like I was deeper inside of her when she did that, she stopped bending forwards at all. Her back was arched and her pert little breasts were thrust upwards, presenting to me two wonderful little handholds.They are, to me, the perfect shape. Small and pointed, only just starting to flesh out and get the slightest bit rounder. I reached my hands up to savagely grab the small caps as she began to ride the crest of her orgasm. She arched her back and let out an audible gasp and shuddered. Finally collapsing on top of me.

Her naked form collapsed on top of me for the second time. I loved the feeling just as much the second time if not more. I was utterly comfortable with her, and for me that's not anything to take lightly. I lightly stroked her back and kissed her forehead as her breathing started returning to normal. "How are you feeling?" I asked her quietly as I planted a small kiss on her forehead. She lifted her head up slightly, meeting my lips with her own as we slowly and sensuously kissed. Our lips barely parted, because we both knew that if we started to get too into it that we would end up fucking again and quite frankly I think we were both a little worn out. I had dozed for only a half hour before she had woken me up again, this time night was beginning to set in and we were both ready for bed. I lifted her out of my parents' bed, moving with a sort of lethargy...to my credit, at least I was still able to move. She smiled sweetly up at me as I picked up her prone naked form, peeling her sneakers and her socks off her dainty little feet before taking her to my bed. It was somewhat smaller, but much more comfortable. With big warm blankets and pillows that you can just sink right into. I laid her down on the bed and she stretched luxuriously, her maturing form caused my cock to twitch but I knew that she was exhausted.

I went to the bathroom, directing the awkward stream of urine into the toilet and managing NOT to piss on my floor. Something of a rarity when I had sex. You know, I make it seem like I've got so much experience, but there was only one girl before Alice, and frankly, I regret that I couldn't have lost it to her like she did to me. I heaved a heavy sigh at the memory of THAT little heartbreak and plodded back into my room. When I got there she was nestled under the covers of the bed waiting for me. She shifted slightly as I crept in next to her, she sighed and immediately turned to me, pressing herself against me as I lay flat on my back. One of her legs thrown over my own and her tiny hand on my bare chest, idly running her soft fingers over me. It tickled in a most pleasant and soothing way as she lay her head on my chest with my arm around her tiny shoulders. Holding her to me.

Now this is one of my favorite things about being with a woman, especially after the sex. When you get it so that every little desire is fulfilled and the only thing that one person wants out of their partner is their company. I was content at that moment to just lay there under the covers, idly rubbing her smooth back and butt as I pressed her against me. We both drifted off to sleep like that, enjoying the smell and feel of the other. It's one of the most comfortable places a person can be, when they're dozing and pressed against someone they care about. Personally, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Remembering that now makes me almost pine for that feeling again. I've never been the kind of person to seek out meaningless sex. I am a bit of a pervert, I'll be the first to admit that...but I still want it to have some sort of purpose...I know it's a stupid ideal, but for me sex has always been about sharing something special....NOT about sating primal urges...besides, if you do it right then you accomplish both things.

I had just shared that with Alice, my little angel, and I had two more days to enjoy her. I grinned like an idiot as I drifted off to sleep, her tiny little form nuzzling me affectionately as she drifted off.

Definitely nowhere else I'd rather be.

 

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