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Neighbourly Tutor Book 2

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NEIGHBOURLY TUTOR © January 2002 BOOK TWO

Sexual Fantasy Fiction by Writer'sCramp (Fm, fm, Mfm, Mg, rom, humil,
coerced, forced, nc, teen, spk, menst, sm, ws, inc, etc.)

The Characters: James (Jimmy) Tailor, aged 15, Jennifer (Jenny) Tailor,
my sister aged 16, Margie Tailor, my sister aged 13, Mrs Tailor, my mother,
Bob Tailor, my Dad, Mrs Esme (Essy) Mercer, (Known as Mistress and mother by Jenny & Jimmy) our neighbour Josie Mercer, her daughter, aged nearly 16,
Father Faustino, (alias the pig). Mrs Mercer's priest who molested Jen and
Jimmy at her house.

Synopsis In Book One: Fifteen-year-old, Jimmy Tailor finds himself left
with the lady next door while rest of his family goes on vacation. Soon
learns she has designs on his innocence and between her and her
sixteen-year-daughter, they initiate him into sexual awareness. Is shocked
to find that his prudish sister, Jenny has already been corrupted by the
neighbour and soon,

In Book Two: Jimmy and his sister, Jennifer cut their ties with the
neighbour after her male friend tries to take Jimmy for his own love-boy
and their newfound friendship together grows into a passionate life long
love affair. Many sexual adventures are encountered during this journey
with family incest in many forms dominating.

JIMMY'S story CONTINUES Preamble Last part of book one:

"I'll never forget you, mother and in some ways I would miss not having
you to make me do the things you do. I can't speak for Jenny or Josie but
I don't want to lose you altogether," I assured her.

"Nor me, Mistress," Jenny added. "I love you."

"Just make him leave altogether, Mom," Josie sighed. "After all, you
always have me when the others aren't around."

"And we'll only be a call away," I suggested.

"You won't post the letter, will you, James?" mother asked.

"No, but I will keep it for the time being. Just in case he tries to
make trouble." I kissed her on the lips and smiled. "We won't leave,
Mother but I think Jen and I should go now. Call if you need us."

Jenny kissed mother and Josie as a lover would and I noticed tears all
around as we left.

"Let's go somewhere, Jimmy. I want you to comfort me."

BOOK TWO Chapter One

There were very few places I could think of except my favourite hideaway
on the creek and I decided to show my lovely sister my secret place. It
was to become 'our' secret place.

There was a well-worn track along the creek bank but in one place a low
hanging tree branch grew alongside the track. Jenny followed as I climbed
onto it and walked the few feet back to the trunk. There a lower branch
gave me a step down onto the ground behind the large trunk where no one
could see my footprints because bushes grew all around. I took Jenny's
hand and whispered, "Follow me."

Soon we could hear the rippling stream and we came out onto an almost
flat rock that gave us a picture theatre view of a small section of the
creek, with trees all around and heavy bush across the stream to dissuade
anyone from getting down to the bank on that side. It was very steep
anyway.

"Oh, it's beautiful, Jimmy," she said happily. "How did you find it?"

"Absolute sheer fluke. I needed to pee and just wandered in to it.
When I found the low branch that hid all my footsteps I knew there was
little chance anyone else would discover it. You won't tell, will you?"

"You can spank me until my bum turns blue if I do," she giggled and when
she saw the way I looked at her added, "Want to do it now? Spank my
bottom, I mean?"

"Only if I can gag you. You'd scream too loud otherwise."

"Then you'd better bring one next time."

I needed no second chance at that.

"Come here," I said, holding out my arms. She fell into them with all
the fever of a woman in love and we kissed passionately. Tongues fighting
each other for the right to invade the other's lips, lungs gasping for
breath, saliva covering each other yet not caring, my cock rubbing against
her and I could feel her returning the pressure.

"I do love you, Jimmy," she gasped as we finally separated. "Oh, how I
do, my strong brother."

"Can we do it, Jen?"

"Yes, right now."

She began to undress as I watched, becoming more aroused as she neared
her nudity. Oh, those tits and her beautiful cunt glistening in the
sunlight. I was rock hard. She twirled around like a dancer then stood
and said, "Your turn."

"You do it," I said, gulping at the thought.

With an impish smile she stood in front of me and unbuttoned my shirt. I
made no move to help but let her bend my arms however she wanted and it was
soon discarded.

"Now I wonder what we'll find down here, Jennifer," she sang to herself
as she unzipped and unbuttoned my trousers. I had a huge erection and she
knew very well that's what she'd find. My shoes and socks went and she let
the pants fall then stepped me out of them.

"Ooh, aah," she giggled as she knelt facing the bulge in my boxer
shorts. "Now how does a girl get these off?"

She didn't try but simply stroked me over the shorts. Shit, it felt
good so who was I to stop her? Keep going darling, I thought until she
eventually wanted to see for herself. She pulled and they slid down but my
dick popped through the fly and poked up at her.

"My, my, you are big, aren't you?" She said with genuine surprise.
"It's the first time I've really had a chance to introduce myself formally.
Hi, I'm Jenny. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Thrills, I feel
I've known you all my life."

"Mr. Thrills?" I gasped. "Where did that come from?"

"It's what he does best. It suits him."

"Mr. Dribbles more likely. That seems to be all he does. Dribbles
whenever I think of you so I've got wet underwear morning noon and night."

"But it's nice dribble, darling," she smiled up at me as she smeared
this very same dribble over the tip of my dick. "I'll clean him whenever
you want, you know. Just ask."

"Then I'll do it at the dinner table."

"Then you'd better ask Momma. She's a lot more experienced than me."

"You're evilly naughty," I said accusingly and pulled her up and kissed
her deeply. "Thank you for being so naughty."

"You haven't seen anything yet, darling," she said with all the meaning
in the world. "Make love to me."

We found a mossy corner under cover of some bushes and she lay down,
reaching up for me to join her. "Love me, Jimmy. From now on I give
myself to you."

How divine she looked, her pearly white body set against the dark mossy
green, her breasts firm with nipples so long they could have been little
pricks. My lips found them and I sucked and licked these tight little
darts for a millennium. She moaned and twisted herself into me as her
feelings rose. I had no idea how I could hold off coming and dreaded the
moment when I would push into her glistening sex folds for I would explode
before I pleasured her at all.

"My Mistress taught you well, Jimmy. Keep doing it," she moaned. One
hand cupped a breast and my thumb and forefinger held the nipple tightly
while my other hand reached her bottom. Oh, how firm those cheeks were.
Certainly spankable but that wasn't what I wanted to do today. My hand
roamed over the twin globes and down the crease. All the time our lips
were together, kissing softly, lovingly, urging each other on towards
arousal. It was something I'd never felt before. More than just loving.
More than commitment. I needed to do more, to give her more pleasure.

I remembered how mother reacted when I sucked her cunt lips so I slid
down my beloved's body and parted her thatch of curly hairs. Her slit
glistened deep pink and I could see her clit aroused and standing up for
attention. So I gave it all the attention it deserved. I sucked and
licked it like an ice cream and now she was fully aroused because it sat
upon her cunt like a little worm. My tongue made it wiggle just like a
worm too, which brought moans of pleasure from her lips.

I slid several fingers as deep as I could inside and lathed her pussy lips and clit with my tongue, pressing the clit hard and grinding it
against my top teeth, which drew a gush of breath from her throat.

"Now, darling. Inside. Quickly."

My real test as a man, I thought as I raised up and slid myself ever so
easily deep into her pussy. She held me tightly to her with her arms and
clung to my buttocks with the heels of her feet. It was difficult even to
move and she did most of the thrusting herself. She held me firm and
ground her clit hard against my pubic hair, moaning and at times squealing
quite loudly. Then her pleasure overflowed and she lost all control, the
mighty shudders of orgasm jerking her all over me, thrashing about, and
juddering as her passions flowed. I couldn't hold out one second more and
felt the rush of sperm along my cock and the wonderful release as I
exploded inside her cunt. I couldn't stop ejaculating, it just went on and
on and it made her more aroused for I could swear she was enjoying her
second climax in as many minutes.

I must have been making noises but I was deaf to it all. The feelings
were everything. My climax, the knowing that she achieved her own heights
at the same time as mine and maybe even more than one. It was all too much
and finally I was overtaken, slumping half along her body and half on the
ground.

We laid still in our own thoughts, silent and still, feeling little
ripples run through each other's bodies from time to time, relishing the
sweet waning of our pleasures as they slowly subsided. We were both
replete and I was very, very tired. Sleep finally won and the sun had
started to set when Jenny moved for the first time.

"I love you, my lover," she whispered, holding my face between her
hands. "It was the best ever."

"For me too," I replied happily. "Thank you."

"No, thank you."

"No, it was you. Truly."

"We sound like Chip'n'Dale," she laughed softly. "You'd better let me
up. I think I've got a lot of cleaning up to do."

"Let me," I said magnanimously.

"I'll do it but you can watch if you want."

With that she squatted in front of me and let several clots of sperm
drain from her pussy.

"What a waste," she moaned. "I should have sucked you off then I
wouldn't have to throw it away."

"I don't care. I like it either way, but this was the best."

"I've got to pee," she bemoaned as she straightened.

"Not here, in the creek," I suggested. "We don't want this spot to
start smelling like a lavatory."

She moved to the edge then after looking back at me, with a giggle
spread her legs, turned and began to piss into the water. She never looked
back at me until she'd finished but I had a clear view of her golden flow
between her legs. Then she squatted again and washed herself.

"I've never seen a girl piss before," I said in wonder. "It was sexy "

"I know. There's a lot of things men like about our liquid gold," she
said smiling. "Some day you'll learn." Then we were kissing again.

"It's late. Mum and Dad will be furious," she said finally breaking
apart. We dressed and rushed home but there was little to explain, just a
'You're late, where were you?'. It was too easy.

And so began a life long love affair with my elder sister. Right from
the outset, Jenny looked forward to our little trysts and we found we were
fucking nearly every day somewhere. I made Jenny come most times but I
definitely shot off every time we played about. If only my schoolmates
knew what was going on. Thank goodness they never even suspected.

Chapter Two

'Meet me at the hideaway after school.' the note said which made my cock
rise just at the thought. I raced there as quickly as I could, making sure
no one was following.

She wasn't there and it didn't look as though she had been there. I sat
down and waited, trying to decide whether to strip off or just wait for
her. I dared not call out for although the place was almost intruder-proof,
I didn't want even the slightest chance of anyone knowing about the
hideaway.

So I sat and waited, my head on my knees, half asleep after a while.

The first I knew of someone else was a burning slash across my back,
which made me jump, but when I tried to look around a severe voice growled,
"Don't you dare look around, you snivelling worm." It had to be Jen but she
hurt me and her voice was nothing like I expected.

"Jen...?"

"Be quiet. When I want slime to talk, I'll tell it to. Understand?" I
could only nod in shock.

"Stand up," the voice demanded. "Don't... You... Look... Around," I
was told with vicious intent and another slash landed on my back. It stung
like hell and I staggered.

"Is it you, Jen?" I gasped and received another slash across my
shoulders.

"Strip and keep your eyes closed."

If it wasn't Jenny, then who? Finally I decided it had to be her and
she was treating me as a slave. Yes, that's it but she was hurting me,
really bad.

"So you've got hard all of a sudden. Think you're going to enjoy this
do you?"

"No, Miss," I struggled to answer then bit my tongue. Did I speak out
of turn again?

Apparently not for I didn't receive another bite of her lash.

"Kneel in front of me. Face up." I felt her body against my forehead
then felt her pouring water over my face. Water? No, it was... She's
peeing on me. Oh, how could she?

"Open your mouth, worm."

The hot liquid poured in.

"Don't spill even a drop."

Not even mother or Josie did this to me. I swallowed several mouthfuls,
gagging at the thought of drinking her piss. Wait, it's my love's piss. I
have her inside me. Yes, my love, I will take it all. I tried to press my
face closer but received another stroke right down my back, which made me
cry out.

The stream finally slowed then stopped.

"Remain still."

I could hear her splashing in the stream then she was standing beside me
again.

"I'm going to leave you shortly. Start counting to two hundred. Then
you can get up and leave, not before. I'll be waiting to see you don't
open your eyes before hand. It would not be worth your while to do so."

It had to be her, I told myself over and over. She's the only one who
knows about our hideaway as we call it. But Jenny's never been cruel like
this before, why now?

The two hundred finally arrived and I called out the final five numbers
but waited for a few moments more before I opened my eyes.

I was naked, wet and quite alone. I never heard her leave at all. Was
I dreaming? Not with all this piss dripping down my body. Still stunned
at the experience I walked to the stream and washed myself, feeling the
bruises over my back. Very painful.

Still wondering, I walked home, frightened that Jen was paying me back
for something but I couldn't think what.

Jenny was in the kitchen talking with Mum when I walked in. She was
still wearing her school clothes and seemed unconcerned when she saw me.

"How long have you been home, Jen?" I asked.

"Home? Oh," she said matter-of-factly, "an hour, I suppose. Why?" Mum
never contradicted her and Jenny's face looked so innocent.

"Did you see me on the way home?"

"No. Where?" She was looking at me strangely.

"What have you been up to Jim?" mother asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing. I saw Jen leave school just before me but she beat me
home by a long while."

"Beat you? That's for sure," she said so innocently. "By an hour at
least."

She was lying I tried to tell myself, looking for some telltale gleam in
her eyes but she looked the picture of innocence.

"I'm going up to do my homework," I said distractedly.

"I'll come too," she called after me.

"What was all that about?" She asked me as we got to my room.

"You know very well. You damn well hurt me, Jen," I said with hurt pride.

"Hurt? How? I didn't do anything."

"I know it was you, Jenny. No one else knows about the hideaway. Not
even my school mates." I handed her the note.

"It's not mine," she said after reading it several times. "Look, can't
you see that's not my writing?" She said pushing it back to me with an
offended look.

"It's not? It has to be," I responded staring at the writing again. It
was definitely a girl's hand but Jen was right, it wasn't hers.

"Well?" she said with all the airs of superiority.

"Have you told anyone about our hideaway? Anyone at all?"

"No one," she retorted firmly.

"I haven't either. So how could anyone else know? Do you think we've
been followed?"

"I hope not. So what happened?"

"It's embarrassing," I told her shuffling about.

"So tell."

"I hurried there because I thought you were going to fuck me..."

"To put it crudely," she interrupted.

"Well anyway you weren't there and I waited for a long time until
someone started beating me and made me close my eyes. I'm sure it was a
girl's voice but it was very deep. She made me strip then peed all over me
and made me drink some." I took my shirt off and showed her the marks. I
was sure they were still there because my whole back was burning.

"Oh, Jimmy," she said with compassion. "It's terrible. They're all
black and blue. What did she use?"

"I don't know. It just hurt, real bad."

"I'll get something. Lay on the bed." She raced out and returned with
something that was cold and felt wonderfully soothing. The hurt left me
almost immediately.

When she finished she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Now say
you're sorry."

"Sorry? What for?"

"For thinking it was me."

I sat up as the reality hit home. It wasn't Jenny at all.

"Oh, Jen, I'm sorry," I humbled myself and tried to hold her but she
pulled away.

"I suppose I accept the apology but you really hurt me, Jimmy. How
could you blame me for doing something like that?"

"Then who could it have been, Jen?" I looked at her anxiously. "Who
knows about our special place? You know what it means. We can't go there
again. Somebody's been spying on us. They could have seen anything."

"They probably did. We might get blackmailed. We'd be perfect
targets."

"If Mum and Dad find out they'll put us in a home. Separate homes," I
added.

"I'd go to jail. I'm the oldest," Jenny said making it all the worse.

"What'll we do then?" I asked a little frantically.

"Wait and see what happens," she said. Then as an afterthought, "I
think you'd better make me come, Jimmy. As an apology."

She closed the door, laid on the bed and hiked her skirt above her
waist. "Your finger will do."

My heart wasn't in the job as I masturbated her but she enjoyed it and
came just before Mum called us for dinner.

"Now I forgive you. Come on, stop worrying," she said as she kissed me
then raced down stairs. The predicament we were now in didn't seem
important at all to Jenny but it weighed heavily on me.

"You're very quiet this evening, Jim," Dad said during the meal. I
mumbled something and he asked if anything was the matter.

"Oh, no, I don't suppose so. I'm just trying to work out some of my
homework tonight. It's a real puzzle," I told him.

"Can I help?" He asked.

"No, it's alright. I'll get it sorted out soon."

Not much else was said at dinner that night but as I rose Mum grabbed me
around the shoulders, which made me flinch, even though my back had stopped
hurting. "I'm sure you'll work it out, son. You always do," she said
encouragingly. I kissed her on the cheek, which made her day because she
doesn't get much affection shown to her.

No homework got done that night. Jenny left me on my own and I just
brooded, trying to work out something just in case we did get blackmailed.
Finally I decided to take a shower and go to bed. At least I could think
in comfort in bed.

I was still awake when the door clicked and I saw a shadow slip inside.
The room was almost pitch dark and I waited for my love to join me.

"Don't you dare look around you snivelling worm," the deep voice growled
and I almost jumped from the bed.

"Wha...?" I cried out expecting another beating to land then the light
flicked on.

Jenny wore a huge self-satisfied grin and nothing else. But she held a
nightdress in her hand.

"You... It was you. You lied," I cried out in dismay. "It was you all
along and you bloody well hurt me," I said feeling the anger rising within.

"Good aren't I?"

"Bitch," I spat.

"It was simply wonderful. On the way home I came without even touching
myself. Oh, you should have seen yourself," she half whispered with glee,
killing herself with laughter.

"At least it tells me two things, Jenny Tailor," I said softly.

"And what are those, my darling?" She asked smugly.

"At least our hideaway is still secure."

"And?"

"And I now have the reason and authority to beat your pert little bottom
to a bloody pulp."

"But you won't," she responded smartly.

"I most definitely will. Tomorrow at the creek and I'll bring the gag,"
I reminded her. "Just make sure you're not late. 4 o'clock sharp."

"It was just a lark, Jimmy darling. When you think back about it all,
you'll laugh yourself."

"Of course I will," I answered sweetly. "I'll be remembering slapping
your little tooshie until it swells up. That'll make me laugh immensely."

"You couldn't be so cruel," she began to whine.

"Just be there, baby doll. Now I think a good blowjob is in order.
Just to make me sleep," I suggested.

At least she made a good job of that, swallowing every drop. I grabbed
her nightie and pushed her through the door, naked. Seconds later I heard
a squeak and then someone talking but didn't open my door to see what it
was about. Jenny was a big girl now. She could look after herself.

Chapter Three

We didn't talk until lunchtime at school.

"You aren't really going to do it are you, Jimmy?" She asked with
trepidation.

"I haven't changed my mind. It's your turn tonight. And make sure
you're not late," I added with satisfaction when her face lost it's colour.

"You're still mad at me aren't you?"

"Only until I finish patting your delightful bottom," I smiled back at
her.

"Hmm," she mused. "Jimmy?"

"What?"

"Did you like it? Feeling my pee over your face?"

"Not at the time but once I knew it was yours I want to do it again.
Perhaps in the bath at home," I suggested.

"Oh, you naughty boy," she laughed. "Just when do you think we'd get
the house to ourselves for that long?"

"I'm sure we will manage it sometime. Anyway, what was all the
squealing about last night?"

"You heard that? Dad caught me as he was coming up the stairway."

"You were naked," I gasped. "What did he do?"

"He just stared and stared," she giggled. "His eyes were all over me. I
didn't know what to do but finally covered myself as best I could and
muttered something about going to the loo and thought he was already in
bed."

"He probably wanted to shag you," I smiled. "I do, right now. Do you
think we'd cause a stir if we did it just here?"

She looked around. "Oh, I don't know. There's only a few kids around.
They'd probably like to watch," she said with a giggle.

But her face was quite serious. Then she added, "Anyway it's not over
with Dad. I've got to go to his study at nine o'clock tonight."

"What for? Was he mad about you running around starkers?"

"From the looks he gave me I don't think so. But you might be right,
maybe he wants to touch me up or something."

"It's only natural, I guess," I conceded smugly.

We in fact walked to the hideaway together, Jenny hardly saying a word
so I left her to her thoughts. As usual we watched for anyone who could
see us then disappeared behind the big tree.

"It's beautiful here, Jimmy. I just love our secret place."

"Remove your clothes, Jennifer Tailor," I demanded sternly giving her no
time to talk me out of it. In fact I was randy as hell at the thought of
smacking her beautiful bottom.

"Please don't hurt me, Jimmy. I can't stand pain you know."

"Should have thought about that last night," I reproached her.

From my bag I took a roll of tape and wound it around her mouth so there
was no chance of her screaming out. Then I taped her hands together in
front of her and walked her to the low limb than we had sat on a few days
ago.

"Over my knee young lady," I demanded and she complied immediately. Oh,
the whiteness, the smoothness, the firmness of those two beautiful pubes.
My dick was hard and poking into her stomach but I left it there just to
remind her what was to come next. She wasn't to know though just what that
was.

"Ten of the best, Miss Jennifer, but if you start wriggling about I'll
have to start over again. Remember that."

I had no idea just how much a girl's bottom bounced when she got a
spanking but bounce my Jenny's did. The white was soon pink and the pink
soon turned a bright red. This was no blush; it was the burning sting of
hand falling sharply onto tender white woman's flesh.

At the count of five I rested for a moment and took the opportunity of
exploring the crease that separated the two globes. It was warm and moist
where the flesh pressed together. My finger insinuated itself downwards
until I felt the little pucker of her bottom and my fingertip first tickled
then pressed against the tightness. She moaned through her nose and I knew
then just what was in store for my girl when her punishment was over.

By the tenth smack of my palm she was literally bucking on my knees and
I took satisfaction in knowing it hurt her. Both globes were bright red,
almost shiny and the heat against my hands as I caressed her finally, was
very noticeable. I sat in silence for a few minutes, gently caressing her
hurt and then stood her up. She had been weeping heavily for tears trailed
down her cheeks and her eyes were quite red.

At first I had the inclination of ripping the tape away and holding her
to me but that would have been a sign of weakness I told myself. Instead,
I did remove the tape from her mouth and immediately she began blubbering,
trying to fall into my arms but I brushed her aside and pushed her hands
which were still bound, down to the branch where I had sat. She cried
piteously when she realised I was taping her hands to the branch, trapping
her in a half leaning position.

I roughly spread her feet apart and told her not to move.

Behind her back I stripped my clothes away, wet my dick with saliva and
then knelt and wet her bottom hole with my spit. I'd often thought about
how to fuck a girl in her bottom and from some of the conversations with my
friends, none of whom had done this I was sure, decided lots of spit was
essential.

It wasn't the first time Jenny had taken a cock this way for she had
told me of the Father's love for this activity, but was surprised how she
objected when my dick first touched the target.

"No, Jimmy. Not there. Please not that way." She was weeping with deep
sobs but my mind was made up. If she'd already agreed to let the Father,
why should she not let me, I thought.

I held her hips as still as I could for she was swaying from side to
side quite vigorously and pressed my cock to her bottom. Yes the head did
force her hole apart, at first just enough for the tip to intrude but soon
my whole cock churned into her tunnel and I found myself embedded to the
hilt. My cock was deep inside her arsehole.

She was tight, much more than her pussy and my intrusion caused all her
movements to cease. She stood stock still, her legs apart and her crying
silent. I let go her hips and began to stroke her breasts and was pleased
to feel her nipples hard and pointed. She was definitely aroused.

That was good, I thought and with great difficulty decided not to thrust
myself into her but keep my dick embedded while remaining still. One hand
kept stroking her wonderful tits while the other slipped down and began to
masturbate the impaled girl. She remained calm but her breathing became
faster as my fingers began to speed up. Soon her whole body was swaying to
the rhythm of her pleasures and a low moaning began to issue from her lips.
Before long she was thrusting herself, pulling back and then pushing
herself onto my dick, back and forth, in and out as her bottom held my cock
firmly.

Who was taking the pleasures now, I wondered. She or me? It wasn't
long before I realised I was going to shoot off very soon and speeded up
diddling her pussy and tits. But she beat me to the climaxes, gasping with
a ferocity I hadn't seen in her love making before, as she gulped one deep
breath after the other and shuddered over my cock in a tumultuous orgasm.
Nothing could have stopped me than and I pumped great globs of spunk deep
up her bottom.

She wore me out, for I slumped to the ground as soon as I was finished,
completely worn out from the experience. She remained standing and it was
some minutes before I realised she was still taped to the tree.

I ripped the tape away and carried her to our mossy bed.

"I'm sorry, darling," I whispered, kissing her face time and time again.
"Please forgive me. I didn't want to hurt you but it was something I
couldn't stop," I tried to explain.

She never said a word, just laid still, her eyes closed. No tears now,
just stillness. Was she hurt? Did I kill her? Oh, please not that, I
thought as I scampered down beside her and wrapped my arms around her.

"Thank you, my wonderful lover," she whispered in my ear. "It was the
most exciting love making I have ever known."

I looked into her eyes, which looked up at me glistening with
satisfaction.

"Do you mean that?"

"You were wonderful, my love," she sighed and pulled my face down to
hers. "I'll never forget today, ever," she giggled.

"You don't mind what I did?" I asked with surprise.

"Mind? It was beautiful."

"I thought you hated being fuc... I mean the way I did it?"

"Not with you, just the pig. You were wonderful. Did you feel me
come?"

"Yes. Just before me."

"I know. I've got all your sperm inside my body. I'm going to hold it
there for ever."

I couldn't help laughing. "That means you'll have it inside you when
you see Dad tonight. I'd love to see his face if he ever found out."

"Well I won't be telling him," Jen giggled like a child.

"Oh, no," I gasped as I realised something. "What if he means to tan
you for walking about in the raw? He'll see where I spanked you."

Jen laid still in thought for a moment. "I'll have to tell him I've
been horse riding and the stallion bucked me. Well that's almost the
truth. You're my stallion, darling," she added whimsically.

"Can I make love again, Jen?"

"Yes please," she smiled back and stretched herself out, her knees
spread in total abandon. "I think I'll come a dozen times in a row, I feel
so wonderful."

She was somewhere near right. At least she climaxed twice before I came
inside her pussy. Unfortunately this lot drained out as she walked down to
the stream to wash herself.

Chapter Four

"I'm going to have a shower," Jenny told us all as she rose from the
dinner table. "I've got lots of homework. And other things," she added,
glancing at Dad. I saw him catch her glance then look away. Did his face
really become a little pinker?

I slipped into her room for a moment after she had begun to study. She
was wearing a soft nightdress that looked as though it floated about her.
Her perfume filled the room and as I nuzzled her neck the bath talc smelled
wonderful. She looked beautiful.

"Do you intend to seduce him?" I whispered. "You look ravishing."

"No," she sniggered. "But anything to make him go easy on me," she
whispered back. "You'd better go. Margie might catch you."

"Good luck. Come and tell me all about it," I said, kissing her ear as
I left.

It was very late when I heard Jenny sneak in and close the door. She
slipped under the covers beside me and remained silent for some time. I
held my arm out and she snuggled into me but I let her take her own time.
For the first time she came to me still in her nightdress.

"You were nearly right, Jim," she whispered finally. "He didn't want to
do sex but he..."

I could tell she was overcome with something unexpected.

"Take your time pet," I urged, holding her tighter.

"I think I made a mistake wearing a nightie to see him."

"Oh yes?"

"He made me..."

"Start from the beginning, baby. There's no hurry. Would you like to
wait until tomorrow?"

"No, I'll be right in a minute." She said then went silent again.

"I walked in right on time and he told me to close the door which was
strange in it," she began finally. "Dad was sitting at his desk and he
told me to stand before him. It made me feel like fronting up to the
headmaster. Then he looked at me for a long time without saying anything.
I was so self-conscious that I'm sure I was blushing and the first thing he
said was that I looked very pretty. Then he added, 'Almost as pretty as
you looked last night'."

"But with a much redder bottom," I prompted.

"No, he couldn't see... Oh, you silly," she said with a titter. It
seemed to ease her nervousness. "Well, I tried to apologise for walking
around undressed but he brushed it aside and said he liked looking at me
that way. It was the first time he had done so for some years and he was
happy to see how his eldest daughter had become so attractive. Gosh,
Jimmy, I really blushed when he said that."

"I think I know what's coming," I interrupted. "But you tell it."

"Then he chided me for trying to cover myself up in front of him. I
couldn't believe it, Jim. He kept on about not being bashful in front of
him and that he had a father's right to look at his children even when they
were undressed. He took offence when I tried to cover my nakedness with my
hands."

"He did want to shag you, Jen," I stated firmly.

"Well I didn't know what to say. What could I say? Tell him he is a
dirty old man?"

"He is," I said adamantly. "But I'll bet he got worse."

"He did. He then wanted to know if I was wearing any panties under my
nightie."

"Naturally," I said, feeling my dick rising.

"When I said I didn't he just said 'good' and had me turn around several
times while he watched. I was trying to work out how I could get away
before anything else happened but he beat me to it and made me come around
to his side of the desk. 'Just remain still, Jennifer. I want to see how
my big girl looks,' he told me then reached out and took hold of my
nightie."

"I knew he'd strip you," I said with satisfaction and jealousy.
Satisfaction because I was right and jealousy because Jenny was mine.

"No, not quite. But it felt a lot worse. I was almost between his
knees and he began to pull my nightie tight against my body. You know,
pulling it from the back so it would be tight against my front. He looked
at the line of my breasts then my hips and I had to turn while he looked at
my bottom and back."

"Did he touch you?"

"No, just looked. But it was the way he did it, Jimmy. I know what it
means to be undressed by someone's eyes now."

"I do that to you all the time," I said, smiling.

"But I like it when you it's you, my darling," she said and pecked me on
the cheek.

"So what happened then?"

"It didn't get any easier. He held me by the hips for a while looking
straight up at my tits. I think he's a tit man, Jimmy."

"Aren't we all?"

"True. Then he began to rub his hands around and say what a beautiful
daughter I'd grown into. Things like that. It was so... So uhm,
intimidating."

"But you could have run away," I suggested.

"I know that. Why didn't I? I wondered that all along. Anyway he
finally exclaimed, 'You aren't wearing underwear are you?' even though I'd
already told him that and hugged me to him, the top of his head just
touching my breasts, and began to say how nice I smelled."

"I've already told you that. You smell, well... Inviting,"

"I was sure he was going to grab my bottom because his hands were moving
all over my back."

"He was probably getting up the courage to feel you up," I suggested.
"Shit, what would it be like to get touched up by your real father, I
wonder?"

"Probably the same as your brother doing it to you. And you do it very
nicely, thank you my brother," she whispered and we began to kiss, softly,
lovingly.

I thought about that for a long while. "Then you wouldn't mind if he
did?"

"You know I would, darling. I'm yours, all yours. But he is my father,
Jimmy."

So what? I thought to myself but answered, "Yes, I think I understand
how you feel. So, would you stop him if his hands did wander?"

"I don't know, Jimmy. Really I don't."

"Do you think it's all over now?"

"I don't think so. Anyway I still haven't told you everything. I want
to. He pulled me down onto his knees and then started to talk in a baby
voice, like a father to his baby. It was really weird. 'Will my little
girl give her daddy a big hug? She hasn't hugged her daddy for so long.
Your daddy loves you.' All that sort of stuff. Then I had to kiss him and
I'm sure I felt his tongue."

"He's just another dirty old man," I said with a growl.

"Aren't you all?" She asked snuggling closer and continued her story with her lips right at my ear.

"He became much more personal then. 'When I saw my little girl last
night, she looked beautiful' he began and then asked if I was still pure. I
didn't understand at first..."

"I do," I responded.

"When I asked him what he meant he came right out and asked if I was
still a virgin. All the time he was holding me very tight and rubbing his
hands over my arms and waist. 'Of course I am, Daddy' I said without
hesitation. I mean, what girl would ever tell their father they lost their
cherry when they were thirteen?"

"I can understand that," I said wryly.

"'I knew you were' he said with obvious pride and cuddled me again.
'When I saw you last night I just knew you wouldn't give your most precious
possession away. Good girl' he said and kissed me right on the lips again.
He was nuzzling me not like a father but more like you do, very sexily.
Well, he was aroused, I know because I could feel him underneath poking at
my bottom."

"How could he not have a hardon? He wants to fuck you, Jen."

"I think he does Jim, in his dreams at least. He asked if Mum had told
me about boys and sex so I told him 'no'.

"You should have said yes and you know what he's thinking."

"I couldn't. It would have been like I know what he's thinking or
something. Anyway when I said no, his next reaction was one of surprise,
genuine I think, and he said that it was then his responsibility to talk to
me about growing up."

I laughed out loud. "He what?"

"Sssh. He really did," she sniggered too. "I wonder what he'd say if
he really knew?"

"Have a heart attack."

"For sure. Anyway that's what happened. But it isn't the end. I've
got to go back tomorrow night, to get my sex talk I guess. His final
instructions were to wear the same as tonight but a different nightie. He
said I feel very nice in a nightie."

"He didn't?"

"Exactly that. I think he's not getting any satisfaction from Mum these
days. No sex, I mean. They don't seem to show any real affection, do
they?"

"No, I suppose not. Now they sleep in separate beds he mightn't be
getting any."

"Poor Daddy," she sighed and put her arm around my neck, rubbing her
cheek against mine.

"Have you still got it?" I asked.

"What?"

"Inside your bottom."

"Oh, that. Of course. And all the time I was sitting on his knee I was
thinking about it. Can I please have some more?"

"Anytime, my dear," I said with great aplomb.

"Right now."

"Now? In the same place?"

"No, in bed, not the hideaway."

"Silly. I mean do you want me to take your bottom again?"

"Of course I do, silly man. Right now." Her hand slipped between us and
found my already hard dick. "My, he is a randy little man isn't he?"

"Well he's raring to go. He's only been busy twice today. Plenty
left," I said boastfully. "How will we do it? Want me to tape you up
again?"

"You don't have to do that to get your way, my love. But would you mind
if... If I raped him. Can I sit on him this time?"

"Be my guest," I smiled throwing the covers off. "Whenever you're
ready."

"You've got to masturbate me, Jimmy. Like last time."

"I'll give you as many comes as you want, sweetheart," I said throwing
myself on top of her. "I'll start first,"

With that, I knelt between her knees and kissed her pussy with all the
passion I knew. How could we be quiet with this going on? "Tell me when
your close, baby," I whispered. "And don't wake the family."

I came inside her bottom after she climaxed twice and she brought on my
ejaculation over half an hour by making the slowest movements possible and
taking all the weight of her body on her knees as she moved.

I have decided Jenny is a wonderful lover. Who else would sing softly
as she allowed my cock to commit sodomy with her? Who else would whisper
sweet things as her bottom rode my dick, as she brought me nearer and
nearer to that exquisite feeling of satisfaction? How many women would
enjoy being raped in their bottom hole and actually feel sexual fulfilment
from the act? Who else would want to retain my discharges within her
bottom and be proud of it? Who else could give me the bliss of sex the way
she does?

Well I've got to admit I've only fucked three women in my entire fifteen
years and a bit but my Jen stands out in the crowd of three. So does her
beautiful tits. Now that thought made me smile.

As my cock pumped more and more spunk into her, she encouraged me to
take the pleasure. Then when I was drained she laid along my body, her
face on my shoulder and whispered, "Thank you, darling. It's wonderful.
Wake me at 5 o'clock. I'll leave then." She closed her eyes and made no
effort to extract my now flagging cock from her bottom. I was happy to
take her weight and couldn't have cared even if Mum and Dad walked in and
caught us in the act. She was my love and my sister and that was all that
mattered. I put my arms around her back and slowly drifted into beautiful
sleep.

Chapter Five

Noises woke us together.

"Shit, Jimmy, it's eight o'clock. They're all up. What'll we do?" She
cried out in panic.

"Make for the bathroom. Quick. If Margie's awake, say you've already
made your bed. That's all we can do. You're wonderful," I said kissing
her goodbye.

At least there was no commotion when she left so I got up hoping her
absence in her own room had been missed.

She was all smiles when I came down. "You're late, Jim," she said
accusingly.

"No I'm not," I said looking at my watch.

"It's alright dear," Mum said. "Your sister got up an hour early and
now she thinks we're all lazy."

"She's even made her bed," Margie piped up.

"Maybe she can do that every morning," Mum suggested.

Dad said nothing and looked decidedly uneasy. Jen glanced at me and
pointed towards Dad with her eyes. We both knew what he was remembering.

Then I nearly choked when I heard her say, "Jimmy, will you give me some
more cream please. Mine's all gone?"

For a moment I just stared at her then Mum said, "We don't have any,
child. Whatever do you mean?"

"What? Oh, I meant milk. Sorry," Jen said and looked shrewdly at me as
I passed the jug.

I couldn't wait for the lunch break and found Jen waiting right outside
my door.

"Come on, quickly," she said taking my arm and pulling me along.

We have our own little meeting place at school, out of the way but
certainly not as good as the hideaway, but that was too far to go over
lunchtime anyway.

"You're wicked, Jenny Tailor," I said accusingly when we were away from
the hoard. "I nearly had a seizure when you wanted more cream."

"Ha, ha, I know. Should have seen your face. I thought your eyes were
going to pop out. Still, they had no idea, didn't they?"

I had to admit she was right. "So I suppose all my hard work had gone
down the loo?"

"Sad to say, yes. But I'll have some anytime you want to give, my
darling," she smiled.

"There's other things we can do that are just as nice, Jen. Don't you
think so?"

"Sure but I know you like that particular way. You do, don't you? I'm
very tight down there, don't you think?"

"You're a tease and a witch," I accused. And then with a smile added,
"and I love every minute of it."

"So do I. Don't ever forget that, my wonderful lover."

"I couldn't. Anyway how did it go this morning? We weren't caught."

"I was, by Dad, but he didn't know it. I was heading for the bathroom,
at least with my nightie on this time, when he came out of the toilet. It
was very close."

"Did he say anything about last night?"

"No, just an embarrassed Good Morning. I think he might be having an
attack of the guilts."

"Could be. He was very quiet at breakfast."

"Should I go to him tonight, Jimmy? I really need you to tell me."

"You mean will I be mad if he starts touching you up?"

"Yes, I suppose I do," she replied uncertainly.

"The only time I'd be hurt, Jen, is if he did and you didn't tell me.
In fact I liked hearing what went on. Aroused, sort of."

"Randy, more like it. I felt your cock get hard as soon as I started to
tell you about it. You're a voyeur, darling," she stated with a laugh."

"I know. I knew it when I watched you stripping for the father and you
didn't know I was watching. I suppose it's the same in reverse. You
telling me the story and Dad doesn't know. I'm spying on his own mind."

"I can understand that. Maybe you should show yourself off to Mum.
Then when she tries to feel you up you can tell me." She giggled at the
thought and I had to join in.

"We're both evil, Jen. But we aren't hurting anyone are we?"

"That's true. Yes," she conceded. "It's true. We're hurting no one
and yet enjoying every minute of it. At least I am."

"Me too, madam," I told her indignantly.

"So you think I should go tonight?"

"Why not? Your stories will give me another hard on. What are you
going to wear?"

"I haven't thought. Maybe something not as revealing."

"You didn't reveal much. Why not go the other way? Something he can
see through."

"I haven't got a see through nightie. Mum'd have kittens. I've got
that silk one that clings. You know the one, you ogle me every time I wear
it."

"Oh, the one with the plunging neckline?"

"You know very well. I'll bet it would set Dad off too."

"Can he get his hand up it easily?"

"If you can I'm sure he will," she smirked.

"I love you, Jennifer Tailor," I told her as I looked into her eyes.
"And I love your sexiness."

"I'm but an innocent child, kind sir," she said looking indeed innocent.

"Look at Dad like that and he'd believe anything."

"I hope so. If he tries to, you know, to uhm, become friendly, should I
let him?"

"Somehow I think you will, baby. But let him make the moves. Just play
along with your innocence and see what happens. But I want to know
everything. Promise?"

"When he's finished with me I'll come straight to your bed, my darling,"
she agreed with a peck to my cheek.

"Good. I want all the juicy stuff."

"I thought I get that?"

"And you will."

Jen was the first to leave the table again and this time Dad watched her
all the way out the door.

"I think she's studying too hard, Bob. Do you think you should have a
talk with her?" Mum said as Jenny left.

He almost jumped out of his chair. "Oh, ah, yes, I suppose I could. I
will tonight after she's finished." He stammered and I spied guilt written
all over his face. I just had to tell Jen.

I opened the bathroom door and said, "Peek-a-boo."

"Jimmy, get out," she said from the shower stall.

"You'll never guess what? Mum told Dad to have a talk with you tonight.
About you studying too much. Ha, ha. It's Dad that's going to be doing
the studying."

"Get out, Jim," she said more forcefully.

Well if that's all the thanks I'm going to get, I thought and left her
to her task.

She came to my room dressed in pink silk. I just stared I couldn't help
it.

"You're beautiful, Jen. He's going to come in his pants, I'll bet."

She giggled then in all seriousness wanted to know what my intrusion was
all about. I went through it again and she considered it for a moment.
"Gives him the ultimate alibi, doesn't it?

She left without a further word in deep thought.

I heard her close her door when she left to visit Dad's study but it was
after two o'clock when she slithered in beside me.

"I feel very sexy, darling," she whispered, taking my face in her hands
and kissing me deeply. "Make me feel nice. Please"

I made her come with my finger and never asked her once about her visit.
She would tell me when she was ready.

"That's better," she sighed after her climax had eased.

I continued to hold her and felt her body relax.

"I'm going to tell it to you as though I've written a book, darling.
Don't interrupt me or I'll forget something, I'm sure."

"O.K.," was all I said and waited.

Chapter Six

She began, "I guess I had become aroused even before I got to his room.
Silk feels lovely against my skin and the thought of what might happen made
me very excited. I knocked lightly but when he didn't answer, I went
inside. He was sitting at his desk just as before and motioned to close
the door, and then he twisted his fingers meaning I was to lock it. It
made me feel even more nervous.

'Come and show Daddy, dear,' he said and held out his arms for me to
come around his side of the desk. I knew I was blushing. It felt like the
first time my Mistress undressed me in front of my Master.

He made me turn around a few times but his eyes always came back to my
breasts, probably because he could see lots of flesh in my cleavage. I was
silly to wear it so blatantly and by now my nipples were poking through the
silk. I knew he could see their outline very clearly.

'You are even prettier than last night, Jennifer,' he said and began to
stroke my bottom. The silk was so thin and it clung so tightly..."

Jenny hesitated as though reliving the time all over again. I never
spoke.

"'Did you wear this specially for your Daddy, darling?' He asked and I
could only nod. 'You're not wearing panties again either, good girl,' he
said, smiling up at me as he patted my bottom. "And I can see there's no
bra either. Are you proud of your titties?"

'Yes, Daddy,' I answered in a whisper. 'But it makes me feel
embarrassed. What if Mum comes in," I asked. 'Would she be mad at me,
Daddy?'

'She never comes in here, baby,' he said reassuringly. 'She's too busy
watching television. Besides, she asked me to have a talk with you
tonight.'

'She did?' I asked with my eyes wide with surprise. 'Did you tell her
you were going to talk with me, Daddy?'

'And she wanted me to,' he kept on, not answering my question.

'Oh, then it's alright,' I said.

'Of course it is. Why shouldn't it be? Little girls should talk with
their fathers, don't you agree?'

'I suppose so, Daddy.'

He then pulled me down onto his knees just like last night and began to
kiss me with his open mouth. It was very wet.

'Do you let boys kiss you, baby?' he asked.

'Sometimes, Daddy.'

'Do you like it?'

'Not when they use their tongues," I said so innocently that he never
knew I was kidding.

'Why don't you like that, dear?'

'When one boy did it, I liked it, but the others, yuk.'

'You should learn, you know. It makes a man happy to do it like that.'

'It does? Why?'

'I'll show you.' Then he held my face in his hands and French kissed me
deeply. His tongue pushed in and out and he started to breath real hard. I
knew he was worked up because his cock was poking into me again.

'Oh, Daddy, you took my breath away,' I said in a surprised voice.

'That's the way it should be. It joins the boy and girl together as
one,' he explained then went on. 'Now you do it to me.'

'You want me to push my tongue into your mouth?' I asked wide-eyed.

'See what it feels like.'

So I kissed him back and before long we were tongue-fighting, saliva all
over our faces.

When we broke I looked at him and asked innocently, 'Oh, Daddy, isn't
that naughty?'

'Of course not, not if the boy's your husband. Or your Daddy of course.
Then it's right to do it.'

'What about other boys though, when they try to do it, Daddy?"

'You mustn't let other boys do that to you. Things like that must wait
until you marry.'

'I can't kiss boys at all?' I asked with surprise.

'Definitely not with your mouth open. If you let them do that they'll
think they can take other liberties.'

'What do you mean, Daddy?'

'If you're free with your lips they'll think they can start touching.
And then feeling,' he added with concern all over his face. I knew he
wanted me to ask what he meant again.

'But they do that, Daddy.'

'What?' He almost cried out. 'You let boys touch you? And feel you up?
You mustn't, child. Never.'

He was almost crying with frustration, Jimmy. You should have seen it.

'But they have to touch me when they kiss me, Daddy. How else could
they? I don't understand.'

'Oh that's different. You frightened me.'

'What did you mean about touching and feeling then, Daddy?'

'Every boy on this earth wants to do that to girls whenever they can.
Don't you understand, dear?'

'No, Daddy.'

'I can see I've got so much to show you. Look, lay up on my desk and
I'll show you what I mean.'

'On your desk? Now?'

He pushed all his papers and things onto the floor.

'There, now there's room,' he said patting the edge of the desk next to
us.

'Ouch, it's cold,' I complained but he didn't seem to hear.

He laid me out, my arms at my side and stood looking down at me, his
hands hovering and definitely shaking.

'I know you've been to school dances with boys sometimes and I'm sure
you haven't done anything wrong so far, darling. But I want to show you
just some of the things boys will try to do to get into your panties.'

I couldn't help myself. I laughed and he became all flustered. I don't
know how I thought of saying, 'But, Daddy, boys don't wear my panties.'

'But they will want... Well let me explain a bit more.' He leaned over
and French kissed me again. 'It makes you feel nice, doesn't it, baby?'

'Yes, of course it does.'

'And once a boy starts to make you feel nice he'll go onto the next step
and put his hands on you. On other parts of your body.'

He began French kissing again, his tongue right down my throat almost,
and then I felt his hand begin to stroke my tummy. The circles got bigger
and bigger and it really felt nice, Jimmy. He was seducing me.

'Daddy,' I managed to struggle up. 'What are you doing?'

'It's alright, baby. But you have to learn what these boys are up to.
It's very important. You understand, don't you?'

'I suppose so,' I said doubtfully.

'Good girl, lay back now and we'll continue. Perhaps I'll stop the
kissing part and just go on. Would you like that better?'

'I think so, Daddy,' I told him.

He started to stroke my tummy again but used both hands this time.
'This is what they'll do next. They'll stroke you gently and make you feel
so good but all the time their minds are on other things. As soon as they
see you haven't stopped them from touching your tummy or your arms, the
innocent parts, they'll try for more. Then you'll feel their fingers just
brush against one of your titties, just like this, to see if you would stop
them.' and sure enough, Jimmy, he stroked the edge of my tit right here."

She placed my hand on the edge of one breast and held it there.

"I sat up again, this time more concerned and said, 'Daddy, you
shouldn't do that.'

'I have to show you everything, dear. Don't be afraid, it's for your
own good. You need to know what boys will try to get up to with innocent
young girls. It's very important to know these things. You do want to
learn don't you?'

'Yes, but you touched me there,' I complained.

'If it's only your Daddy, you've got nothing to worry about. Really
your mother should have told you all of this but she hasn't so it falls on
my shoulders to do so. Lay down again, dear.'

He was getting agitated and thought his chance of playing around with my
beautiful bod was flying away so I gave up and laid back.

'If you don't object to a little touch, the next time it's more, like
this,' and his hand slid right over my left breast. 'And the next time all
the way like this.'

There I was with my father standing over me, cupping my little tit with
his whole hand. At first he stood stock still, watching me but when I
didn't object he began to massage it, stroking and gently squeezing. 'Do
you see how they do it, dear?' They don't take no for an answer and
eventually you just give in and let them do it. Do you see?'

I could see alright. His trousers were bulging right at my side and his
hand was becoming more demanding.

'Oh, Daddy, is that what they do? It feels so nice,' I sighed and
closed my eyes.

'But they won't stop there, dear. boys have a much more important goal.
Once you don't object to them touching one tittie, pretty soon they have
both in their sights.' Now he was covering both my breasts with his hands
and I could feel his heat through the silk. My nipples were hard and his
palms were making them ever more aroused. I was moaning out loud, not
caring that he knew I liked it. His innocent daughter lapping up
everything.

'It does make a girl feel nice, doesn't it?' He half whispered, pulling
at the points with his fingers. 'You're becoming aroused and then you'll
let him move on. Lay still and don't move at all,' he cajoled. One hand
slipped upwards and under the neck of my nightie. It cupped me and with
his other he slipped the strap down my shoulder.

'Be still, dear,' he whispered urgently right next to my ear now. 'You
have to learn. You want to, don't you?' his hand was hot on my skin and he
massaged the nakedness so smoothly. I could feel my pussy oozing with
wetness, Jimmy. It was almost as good as you make me feel."

I was damn glad to hear her say that but the thought ran through my mind
that she might have just been saying that to make me happy. Dad had years
more experience but then I couldn't believe he and Mum had ever done
anything like this. Maybe he read books?

"Oh, Jimmy, it felt so good and I was moaning so blissfully that he
removed the other strap and I didn't care at all.

Then his voice started over again, urging me to comply, telling me it
was for my own good. 'They'll suck your little titties, my dear, suck and
lick your tight little nipples and you won't want them to stop.' Which is
exactly what he did next. His tongue and lips worked away making me writhe
with pleasure and I was calling out his name and telling him not to stop.
It was so sexy, Jimmy. He was licking me all over and his spittle made my
breasts all cool. 'Daddy,' I called out as I writhed around. 'What is
it?' he managed to ask between moving from one tit to the other.

'I won't have a baby will I?'"

I laughed aloud, it was impossible not to.

"Well I'm innocent aren't I? Anyway it was enough to move him on to the
next stage. 'You won't have a baby until he starts playing with this,
sweetheart,' he whispered then took my hand and pressed it against his
cock, his big hard cock, I must tell you.

'Do you know what it is?' he asked still whispering right into my ear.

'Oh, Daddy it's your, uhm, your man's thing. Isn't it being terribly
naughty touching it like this?' I pulled my hand away.

'It is if it were a boy wanting to have his way with you but I'm
teaching you and there's not wrong in that. Put your hand back, dear.'

'Must I, Daddy?' " I looked up at him questioningly.

'You have to know, dear. Put your hand back.' I did as I was told.

'Feel it with your fingers. Can you feel it?'

'Yes, Daddy. It's so big. What does it do?'

'It's what makes babies,' he said and I pulled my hand away in fright.

'I don't want to get a baby, Daddy. Please don't make me.'

'Ha, ha,' he laughed in my ear. 'You can only get babies when a boy uses it on you,' he said looking straight into my eyes. 'But we'll talk
about that another day. Alright?'

'Yes, Daddy,' I agreed like a good little girl.

'Right now, there are other matters we need to talk about. Sit up
straight, dear, with your legs over the edge.' My breasts were uncovered
and my arms were held by my sides by the shoulder straps on my nightie but
he soon righted that by making me take my arms out of the straps
altogether. I sat facing him with the top of my nightie around my waist.

'You are a beauty,' he said and began to stroke both nipples with his
fingers. 'You mightn't know it but never have I seen such fine nipples on
any young girl, even in picture books. Do you realise they're so pretty,
my sweet?'

'No, Daddy. I didn't,' I said shyly and then looked into his face and
asked, 'You won't tell Mum, will you, Daddy?'

'This is just between you and me, little one,' he said ingratiatingly.
'It's our secret, isn't it?'

'Yes, Daddy.'

'Do you like the way it makes you feel, dear?'

"He knew I did because I was still moaning softly as he drew his fingers
in a light pinch right along the length of each nipple. It was very sexy,
Jimmy. You'll have to do it to me soon."

'Do you want me to stop then?'

'You don't have to, Daddy. It does make me feel nice. Sort of funny,
uhm, down there.' I shyly touched the general area of my crotch and found
myself blushing.

'It's how every young girl feels when a boy does this to her, you know.
It's not your fault; it's just the way girls are made. Do you understand?
Nothing to be ashamed of, when a girl feels like this, she should enjoy it,
but never when some boy tries to get her this way. No, this is something
special that she should save for her husband to do. I'm just pleased I can
show you what to look out for when you are with boys. You know they will
try to do naughty things with you, don't you?'

'Yes, Daddy. You told me.'

'Then they move on to the next step and it's very important to
understand because you mustn't give in to them, Jennifer. You must promise
me you'll stop them from doing what I'm going to show you next.'

'Yes, Daddy. I'm sure I will once I know.' All the time he was talking
he kept stroking my tits until I thought they would burst with pleasure."

I had to laugh. "You are a born tease," I told her and she sniggered at
the complement.

"Oh, Jimmy, I can't explain how sexy it made me feel. It wasn't just
because he was touching me sexually. You do that much better. But it's
because he didn't know I knew all along. I was just a little innocent in
the hands of a dirty old man."

"Your father at that," I added.

"Yes, that too. Well Daddy moved on, all the time telling me it was
important to know these things. 'Do you know what every boy wants to do
with the girl he's with, dear?'

'Kiss them, I expect, Daddy.'

'That's only the beginning, just as I showed you. No, there's a far
more sinister purpose in every boy's dirty little mind. They want what's
under here.' With that he placed his hand in my lap, you remember I was
sitting on the edge of his desk still, and quite topless. He pressed his
hand down purposefully, looking straight into my eyes, his face very close
to mine. I found myself blushing.

'What's under here, dear?'

'My... oh, Daddy do I have to say it?'

'I want you to, dear. Don't be shy with your Daddy. What do you call
this special place, Jennifer?'

'Oh. It's my... It's my pussy, Daddy. Why do they want...?' I looked
into his eyes so innocently he had no idea.

'They want your pussy, darling, because that's the nature of boys and
men. Every boy and every man wants to use your pussy for their own
pleasure.'

'Even you, Daddy?" I asked with a shocked look.

'Even I have thought of your pussy, dear, especially after I saw you
naked for it looked very pretty. But it's different between you and your
Daddy because I would never do anything to hurt you but most boys would if
you gave them the chance. They would take your purity and throw it away to
gain a few moments of pleasure. And your purity is something you must
cherish above anything else. Your purity, your virgin purity must be
protected for your husband alone. When you marry you have something to
offer him and no one else. Do you understand, my pet?'

'I... I think so, Daddy,' I stammered. 'But it's so complicated. I
don't understand why boys want...'

'I know, darling. It is difficult but let's proceed then you will
understand. You see dear, once you've given in to them and let them caress
your breasts they will think they can have anything they want from you.
Even your virginity,' he explained looking at me closely as though he was
trying to mesmerise me.

'Yes, Daddy?" I said encouraging him to go on.

'So once you let them get to the stage where you have become aroused by
their attention to your little titties, they'll surely try for they
ultimate goal. Their hands will begin to stray, down here,' he said and
his fingers trailed down my thighs and under the hem of my nightie. At
least I had my legs squeezed together.

'Then they'll caress you like this and slowly begin to move upwards,
making you feel nice and hoping you won't stop them. If you are going to
have any chance of stopping their final assault this is the time to slap
their face and say, 'No more.' No, you don't need to slap me, dear,' he
almost yelped as I raised my hand.

'What I'm doing is showing you how easy it is to give in to some of
those very persistent little animals. For their hands will go higher, over
your knees and up your thighs. You know where they are aiming now, don't
you?'

'Oh, Daddy, are you sure it's right to do this? Won't I get into
trouble or something? It's very naughty.' I was making a very good
imitation of my discomfort. 'Mum would be very mad if she knew, Daddy.'

'Shhh, little one. Are you going to tell her? It would mean no more
lessons, no more learning about the mystery of it all. Well?' His hands
were stroking my thighs as he whispered the words in my ear. He knew I
wasn't ever going to stop him.

'What am I doing, little one?'

'Teaching me, Daddy. Oh, I feel so strange.'

'Why?'

'Because your hands... The way you are touching me, Daddy. No one has
ever done this to me before. It feels so...'

'Go on, dear. How does it feel?'

'Like I want more. Oh, why do I feel like this?'

'Because you're a normal little girl. It's nothing unusual. It's how
any persistent boy will make you feel and if you let him reach this far he
will go further. You have to experience it, dear, so you will know when to
say, 'No' to them. Stroke your titties while I show you. Make them hard
and sensitive again. That's right; make love to your little titties while
Daddy makes love to your pussy. Feel how beautiful it is, how your husband
will make you feel.'

His hands were stroking back and forth along the tops of my thighs and
my legs were shaking from the sensations he was producing. I know I was
helping as well because my tits were on fire, sending signals direct to my
pussy that I needed a climax. It was as though every nerve in my body was
centring their sensations all at once deep inside my cunt. You've no idea,
Jimmy. It was incredible.

He reached higher and higher, my nightie sliding up my legs as his arms
went forward, so near to my nest. But instead of stroking my pussy hair
his hands slid down either side and reached behind, making my bottom cheeks
flinch with sensations.

'Do you know where his hands will go next, dear?' He whispered in my
ear.

'Yes,' I replied almost silently as this time he stroked his fingertips
through the curly hairs.

'Oh, Daddy, it's so naughty but you make me feel so nice. It's
wonderful, Daddy,' I moaned softly, laying my face against his.

'It isn't finished. Spread your legs open, Jennifer. Very slowly.
Offer your everything to Daddy.'

"It wasn't funny, Jimmy so you can wipe that smile away. He was deadly
serious and so was I because all I wanted was my orgasm. There was no
doubt in my mind that I would reach the peak very soon."

'Can you feel my fingers, darling?' His damp breath caressed my ear.

'Yes,' I hissed.

'Where?'

'Touching my pussy, Daddy. Oh, please don't stop.'

"I was perspiring and it was running down my neck. My legs were jerking
open and closed against his hands, which were stroking my slit all the
time. It was so wet I wondered if I had wet myself but I knew I didn't. It
was my own pussy juices that he was stroking into my own flesh."

'Oooh, Daddy, something's happening. What is it? Something's wrong,' I
hissed in supposed panic.

'Nothing's wrong, you're feeling the pleasures of your sex. Let it
happen, darling.' He was pressing against my clit and I knew it had
arrived. My body shuddered and jerked it's way to a wonderful climax, and I
was moaning so loudly I was scared it would bring Mum in.

'Oh, oh, ooooh, Daddy, it's wonderful.' I moaned through my clenched
teeth not wanting to let this moment ever go away. He never stopped
probing my pussy lips and clit the whole time I was coming. He knows how
to please a girl, does Daddy. Just like you, darling, she added with a
giggle.

I was gasping for breath when it finally subsided and I slumped against
him. His fingers ceased their movement but he never withdrew them, at
least not until my breathing returned to normal and I was able to sit up by
myself.

He lifted my face to his and kissed me gently on the lips. 'Do you know
what happened?'

'No but it was wonderful, Daddy,' I told him in a half laugh, still
feeling the after shocks deep inside my body.

'You experienced an orgasm. I take it that was your first?'

'Whatever it was it was the first time I have ever felt like that.' Then
I looked into his eyes again with a troubled expression. 'I won't get a
baby from it will I?'

'You funny little girl. It takes more than my fingers to give you a
baby,' he laughed. 'But you will experience those feelings many times from
your husband when you marry. That's what lovemaking is for. To make
babies and to pleasure each other. I suppose you could put up with your
husband giving these feelings to you whenever you want?'

'It was incredible,' I smiled at him.

'And once it started there was no way you wanted to stop, I suppose?'

'I just wanted it to go on and on.'

'You must remember that, darling,' he told me seriously. 'If you let a
boy have his way with you, there's no stopping him once he gets you worked
up. You know that now, don't you?'

'I see what you've been saying now, Daddy. You're right, there's no way
I would stop him once he got me feeling like that and so it would mean he'd
take my purity away.' He literally beamed when he heard me say that.

'Exactly, dear. You must be very strong.'

'Then why didn't you take my purity away, Daddy?'

'Because I'm not like the insensitive, selfish boys you will meet. I'm
your Daddy and will protect your innocence to my last breath. That's why
I'm showing you how wonderful sex will be once you take a husband.'

'But I'm only sixteen, Daddy. It's so long before anyone marries me.
Does that mean I'll never feel like this again for years?'

'You have your Daddy. I'll always be here to help when you need me, in
any way you want. Never forget that, darling,' he said then stifled any
response by pushing his tongue between my teeth and kissed me like a real
father never should."

"Shit, Jen. It sounds like you don't need me. How are you going to get
him off your back and back onto my cock when your so called lessons are
over?"

"Do I detect a little jealousy, my lover?"

"Maybe. You seem so wrapped in your father touching you up, why come
back to me?"

"Oh, my poor baby," she cooed in exaggerated consolation. "Come and let
Mummy kiss it all better." With that, this wonderful girl slid under the
covers and sucked my leaking dick between her lips. She sucked slowly and
deeply and had me calling out with pleasure as my spunk spurted down her
throat. If Dad could only see his Little Miss Purity now, I smiled in
satisfaction.

I could taste my spendings on her lips as she came back and kissed me
passionately once my thrusting had ceased.

"Only you, do you hear?" She growled and shook my shoulders. "Now fuck
me and make me come, my true lover." How could I refuse?

"I haven't finished my story yet," she gasped after she had recovered
from her climax. "There's more. Probably enough to get another rise in
Mr. Thrills down there before I tiptoe back to my own bed. Want to hear?"
She shook the floppy gristle between her fingers. I just groaned and laid
back on the pillow.

"Once I'd recovered he had me lay along the desk again and began
stroking my now tender little nipples. Then he leaned closer, and held my
face in his two hands.

'Raise your knees, darling,' he instructed. He never looked to see if I
had but continued on. 'Now pull your nightdress up over your knees and let
if fall around your waist. Have you done that? Good girl. Now spread
your knees apart, as wide as you can. Have you done that, darling?'

'Yes,' I whispered. Now I was topless and bottomless, my pussy spread
wide and vulnerable. He hadn't moved from where he leaned over my face and
didn't attempt to look at my predicament.

'That's the position you will offer your virginity to your husband.
Totally open to his every wish. Does it feel strange, darling?'

'Not strange, Daddy. It's just... Well, anyone can see right into
my... Right into my pussy.'

'Because you belong to him, your husband. You offer him everything you
possess, whenever he wishes. Wives are expected to do so. No matter what
your husband desires, no matter how strange or embarrassing, you will agree
to anything that pleases him, that gives him pleasure. In return he will
pleasure you. Just like tonight.'

'Yes, Daddy. I think I understand.'

"Good girl. Tomorrow we'll talk about making love to your husband. I
think you will find it just as enjoyable as tonight.'

'Oh,' I exclaimed, blushing at the thought.

'I want you here an hour earlier tomorrow. At eight o'clock.
Understand?'

'Yes.'

'And in exactly the same pose a you are in now. Exactly, Jennifer. You
can wear a different nightdress if you want, but it must be arranged no
differently to now. I won't be here when you arrive and you will drink
what I leave on the desk, then arrange yourself and close your eyes. Do
not open your eyes under any circumstances. Can you remember all that?
You know what I want?'

'Yes, Daddy, I know. I'll remember,' I said nervously. 'Are you going
to have sex with me, Daddy?'

'You will have to wait and see, won't you? Just remember to do exactly
as I said. Right, you can cover yourself.'

I sat up and looked at him.

'Enjoyed yourself tonight, didn't you?' He asked me with a strange look.

'Yes, you made me feel nice.'

'Good. Tomorrow will be nice too.'

'Daddy, are you going to teach Margie too. About sex just like me.'

He looked at me nervously.

'What? Margie? Oh, I don't know, she's very young,' he said brushing
the question aside.

'She has her periods, Daddy. She should know in case she lets boys do
things. Like you warned me about.'

'But... Well she's... You see, she's...." He was lost for words.

'I wish you'd shown me about these things when I was thirteen. I'd have
known what the bigger girls were always sniggering about. You should show
her too, Daddy.'

'The thing is, Jennifer, what about your mother? Margie's just as
likely to say something to your mother without knowing. I can trust you,
Jennifer, but Margie? No I don't think she'd be as receptive to me putting
my hands under her skirt as you were tonight.'

'Please think about it, Daddy. I could talk to her first. I know she
wants to know things but Mum's never going to help you know that. What if
I was with you while you taught her? I could touch her first then you
could take over. And Jim needs to know too. You know how he's always
trying to look up our skirts. He's just like Margie. They both want to
learn about their sex feelings. Will you think about it, Daddy? Please.
She's very pretty, you know? I've seen her naked and she has the most pert
little breasts, so pretty.' I added and he took the bait.

'Yes, she is, isn't she? And just thirteen too. Hmm, alright, I'll
think about it.'"

"He's hooked, Jimmy. If he starts on Margie I'm sure we can get you a
spy hole somewhere. Are you interested?" She was very excited at her coup.

Interested? Shit, I'd stand on hot coals to watch that. She reached
down and took my dick in her hands.

"He needs some warming," she said sucking him in.

Chapter Seven

I nearly shot off in my pants when I saw Jen the next night.

"Oh, shi, Jen," I gasped as I snuck into her room. "You are ravishing."

"That's because I'm probably about to be," she smiled back sickly.
"Ravished, I mean. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I want you. Let's do it before you go to him, baby," I urged
her, cuddling up as any good lover trying to get a bit.

"Not now, darling, later. Don't want to leave any residues for him to
find," she smiled, patting my cheek as she watched me in the mirror. "I'm
going to be laying open, remember?"

It was beginning to burn me up. Here's Dad who has no right to be
touching my girl up, daughter or not, and I have to have the leftovers.
"It's not fair," I grizzled. "Anyway, what's he going to do when he finds
out you're not as pure as he thinks? He might get mean." I was hoping in a
jealous way, this might put her off.

"I'll worry about that if he ever finds out. I'm going to tell him a
bout a secret accident I had when I was ten with the seat of my bike.
Maybe that will convince him I'm as pure as snow after all."

"What accident?"

"The one where I fell off my bike after slipping my groin into the seat
and made my pussy bleed."

"When did that happen?" I asked incredulously.

"Just now," she said matter of factly, with a wry smile.

She sat at her dressing table, watching me. She had another nightdress
on but I'd never seen this one. Well, after all, she's almost always naked
when I see her.

It was bright candy pink and just floated over her body, held up by
shoestring shoulder straps. If she slipped those off her shoulders the
whole nightie would fall down her body to the floor. It was short, well
above her knees but low enough to cover her pussy and while it was loose
all around, it fell around her breasts to give anyone looking, clear
outline of the contours.

"I just bought it. You like?"

She could see my tongue sticking out and laughed softly. "Yes, of
course you do. No panties either. See." She whisked the front up to prove
it.

"Do all girls smell as good as you, baby," I asked in wonder.

"No. I'm the very best."

"I know it. You will come and talk to me when it's over won't you?"

"You know I will." We kissed gently but oh, so very meaningfully. She
knew how to convince me of her true love.

"Good luck," I whispered as I slipped away.

"Hold me tightly, darling," she sighed as she slipped in beside me. It
was after midnight again. I was pleased she still wore her pink nightie;
it made her look so desirable.

"Your father's not a dirty old man, he's a sexy dirty old man," she
giggled and kissed me passionately. "Oh, the things he did, Jimmy. Things
I'll be able to teach you. Kiss me again."

She cuddled closer, half laying over me and laid her head on my chest.
"I think he got me drunk. Just a little," she added with a giggle.

Then she fell asleep. What was I to do? I needed relief but I was
beginning to realise it's much better to wait for her to pleasure me in her
own time that than use my own hand. So with the feeling of frustration
growing, I too drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I remember is being woken up by a loud voice calling out.

"Jennifer? Jennifer, where are you?"

"Dad," I hissed to myself and tried to sit up but Jen was almost on top
of me.

"Jen. Quick. Wake up." I shook her furiously.

"Wha...? What's the matter?" She was still drowsy.

"Quick, it's Dad. He's calling out for you."

"Oh, shit. He'll know." She panicked as usual. "What'll I do, Jim?"

"Quick on the floor, at the foot of my bed and pretend you're asleep. I
pulled the covers up around my face and pretended sleep as well, none too
soon for Dad pushed the door open just as I settled.

"James? Wake up," he stumbled in the dark. "Where's Jennifer? Have
you seen her?"

It's not so easy to pretend I'd just woken up but I'm sure he didn't
notice.

"What? Jenny? I don't know. Why? In her bedroom I suppose."

"No, she's not there. I went in. She's gone."

"Is she having a piss. I mean, she's probably in the bathroom."

He was stumbling around the room beside me, frantically pulling at his
hair and mumbling.

"No, not there either. Are you sure...? Oh thank goodness, there she
is," he said bending over her inert form. I turned the light on.

"Jennifer? Jennifer, are you hurt?"

"Hello, Daddy," she smiled stupidly at him. "My darling Daddy." Then
she slumped back on the carpet. Oh what a beautiful sight she looked, her
nightie up around her waist her bum in the air and Dad trying to cover her
up.

"Jennifer," he almost shrieked. "For goodness sake, you only had one
drink. Get up. Come on, get back to bed."

"Oh, I love my Daddy," she swooned as he lifted her up, one of his hands
right under her nightie but I don't think he noticed.

"Be quiet, Jennifer. You mother will hear."

"Yes, Daddy." I can understand that being a problem, I smiled.

"Is she alright, Dad?"

"Yes. I'll look after her. Go back to sleep, son." He hurried out and
I nearly killed myself with laughter. It was hard to keep it quiet. Then
I realised it was not even half after midnight. We must have just got off
to sleep when he came looking. Probably wanted another feel before he went
to bed.

"Oh, I feel terrible," Jen groaned as she walked in for breakfast. She
was still wearing the nightdress but I saw she wore panties as well this
time.

"What's wrong, dear?" Mum always fussed.

"I just feel terrible."

Dad coughed and looked rather sickly himself. He glanced at me then
straight down into his paper again. I still didn't know what happened to
Jen last night and was itching to talk but she didn't look up to it right
now.

She slumped down next to Dad and wanly smiled at him. "Good morning,
Daddy." Her hand slipped under the table and I was sure it landed in his
lap. He almost jumped and pushed her away not responding to her good
morning.

"You really don't look well, dear," Mum said. "What do you think it is?
There's lots of flu around at present."

"I don't know, Mum. I just want to die."

"Maybe you should see a doctor."

"I think I'll just go back to bed," she said with a struggle but glanced
at me meaningfully.

"You should have someone to look after you, dear. I've got to go to
work and so has your father, but I don't like leaving you like this."

"I've got a free day, Mum. I'll stay in," I said gratuitously.

"You, James? Well, if you would that would be a kindness, to your
sister and to me. But you mustn't go out, James, in case she needs
something."

"That's O.K. I've got a lot of study to do anyway."

"Oh, that does relieve me. Off you go then, Jennifer. I'll pop in
before I leave."

"Thanks, Mum," Jennifer said wearily and left.

"What do you think it could be, Bob? She doesn't look well at all."

"I don't