rsquo;s and parties and buying as much junk food as we could.

It was early in the day, the sun was out and it was very warm so we spent most of the day outside sunbathing playing games etc. At one point in the afternoon I lay down on the sun lounger watching the two girls and Paul throwing a Frisbee around our large garden in their bikini’s, I caught myself checking out the girl’s bodies as they ran and jumped around. Vicky and Sarah had very similar bodies they were both around 5’4” and slim. Vicky has very dark straight hair down to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, full pouting lips, 34D’s which her leopard skin bikini struggled to keep covered and an unbelievably sexy, firm round ass. Sarah had long wavy blonde hair, beautiful hazel eyes, very soft lips, 34B’s and a small perfectly sculpted, tight ass which her light blue bikini bottoms seemed to melt into. Both their bodies glistened in the sunlight and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Paul stopped playing and walked over to me and lay down on the sun lounger next to me while the two girls lay down on a blanket on the grass. “What time we ordering the Pizza?” He asked, “Don’t know what time is it now?” I replied, he leaned over and picked his phone up off the floor. “It is three, forty five,” he said, “I will order it soon, I will try to get it for around five that way we can start drinking earlier,” I said, “We should have had a party man?” he said, “Come on. That house is loaded with goods, would you let half the people we know into your house?” I replied rather bluntly, “True...It doesn’t really matter we will have a great night any way we always do.” He said, “Too fucking right,” I said. We then watched the two girls get up and walk over to us, “What time we eating we’re so hungry,” Sarah asked, I looked up at her, “I’ll order it now if you want?” “Yeah,” they both replied, “Okay then what we having?” I asked, “20” meat feast,” Paul shouted, “Paul I was asking what sort of Pizza you want not what your sexual fantasy was.” I said, “Fuck you man!” He replied, “I want it large hot and spicy,” Sarah said, “Again I wasn’t asking you how you like to be fucked. Only kidding is everyone cool with the a large hot and spicy?” I asked and everyone else nodded and I got up and wandered into the house to order the Pizza.

An hour later the pizza arrived and half an hour later we had all been fed. It was starting to get cooler outside as the sun started to go down. Both the girls had put t-shirts on but you could still see their nipples poking through and we continued to sit and talk until the sun went down, “Who’s for a drink?” I asked, everyone put their hand up, “Okay what’s everyone drinking?” I continued, “We want wine,” said Vicky, “I’ll just have a beer please mate,” So I walked into the house to grab the drinks from the fridge, grabbed some glasses from the bench and came back out onto the deck. I handed the bottle and some glasses to the girls and a beer to Paul. We just sat there drinking, talking, telling jokes and reminiscing for a couple of hours until it was really dark. “Who’s for the Jacuzzi?” Vicky said and with that everyone jumped up. My father had gotten this for my mother as an anniversary gift and we all loved it. I quickly whipped the covers off it and straight away steam started to rise up into the night air, the girls took off their t-shirts and we all climbed in. The water was lovely and warm and it was made even better when Vicky turned on the jets. I had a jet right between my legs that was blowing bubbles against my inner thigh and my cock, which felt really good and I was soon rock hard. My dad really had thought of everything when he bought this because it had a fridge on the side which we had stocked up earlier so we didn’t have to get out for another drink. It was fantastic the garden was dark, our house is on the edge of a large private estate and is very private and we have a large fence and trees all the way around for extra privacy. All we could hear was the low rumble of the jets and the splashing of the water. Paul was sat to my right in one corner and Sarah to my left in another corner and Vicky was straight in front of me. As I reached for another drink I noticed Paul staring at something and as I looked back around I saw what he was looking at, Vicky’s nipple’s were poking through her bikini top, they looked rock hard. I myself tried not to stare but kept catching myself looking. Soon we were all well on our way to being drunk, the girls had finished off their bottle of wine, Sarah leaned forward and reached over me to grab the second bottle which was by the fridge. As she did this she slipped and landed onto of me with a splash, her hand falling right onto my hard cock which I thought was intentional. As she got up she looked straight into my eyes and gave me a little smile. Straight away I knew what I was getting tonight, due to the fact the two of us slept together from time to time in fact we lost our virginity together, but it was our secret. She sat back down she topped hers and Vicky’s drinks and put down the bottle of wine on the side, her nipples were also hard but not as obvious as Vicky’s.

 “Let’s play a game,” Sarah shouted sounding all exited. “What?” Paul said, “Let’s play truth or dare,” she said, “Aren’t we a little old for that now?” I asked, “No of course not, it’ll be fun, it’s always a good game to play pissed,” She said, “Okay then, since it’s your idea Sarah you can go first, truth or dare?” Vicky said, “Truth!” She replied all exited, “Who was the first person to give you an orgasm?” Vicky asked, “That’s easy Joe.” She said without thinking, oh shit I thought to myself as Paul and Vicky looked at me, I looked at Paul, “Sorry mate.” I said rather sheepish, “It’s okay bud I’ve been with Vicky.” “You have, have you?” I asked, “Yeah,” he replied, and that was it, we laughed and moved on, “Sarah truth or dare?” Sarah said, “Truth,” Vicky replied, “Has Paul ever given you an orgasm?” She said, “I can’t tell you that you’re his sister,” Vicky said sounding rather shocked, “So, just tell us!” Sarah replied, “Alright then, yes he has,” Vicky said, “Next. Paul, what’s the dirtiest thing you’ve done with a woman?” I asked, “What... Do I not get asked truth or dare?” He replies “Sorry, truth or dare?” I laugh, “Truth,” “Okay same question,” I said, “I’ve let a girl finger my arse,” he replied, “Wow,” I said, “Don’t mock it till you’ve tried it,” “Not mocking mate,” I reply, “Come on then Joe truth or dare?” Paul asks, “Well since everyone else went truth, I will too,” I reply, “Have you ever masturbated over Vicky?” He asked, they all look at me, “Fuck you man, I’m not answering that!” I reply angrily, “it’s a genuine question.” He replies, “I’m not answering that!” I reply, “Okay then you do a forfeit.” He says. “Fine,” I reply, the three of them huddle up in Vicky’s corner whispering among them for a minute or two, and then sit back in their corners, “Okay then we want you to drop your shorts and run around the garden.” Paul says, “Fine,” I say and with that I stand up grab hold of my shorts, pull them down revealing my semi-hard cock, pull them off, step out of the Jacuzzi and set off jogging around the garden naked.

After that I clean off my feet and climb back into the Jacuzzi not even bothering to put my shorts back on. “Right, then Sarah, truth or dare?” I say, “Dare!” She says, “Okay, I want you to strip step out onto the deck and sing I’m a little teapot with all the actions,” I said, everyone laughed, as she stood up and stepped out onto the deck and removed her bikini letting it fall to the deck, her hard nipples pointing up at the sky and I watch as the water runs down her body and down towards her pussy with a sexy strip of pubic hair just above, she then stood back and sang the song with the action which we clapped along and laughed too. Afterwards she climbed back in again not bothering to cover up, “Okay Sarah truth or dare?” “Dare,” “I want you to strip and sit on the side and spread your pussy lips and rub yourself for thirty seconds,” Sarah said, I thought this was too far and Vicky would never do it, but she stood up and pulled down her bikini bottoms, bending over to remove them, reached back and untied her bikini top allowing her beautiful round breasts to fall out, dropping the bikini top to the floor and sat down on the side directly in front of me. I couldn’t help but watch as she parted the lips on her perfectly clean shaven pussy, licked her fingers and began to rub her pussy right in front of me. I was now deep in shock, I couldn’t believe what was happening and I also couldn’t believe how turned on I was. My cock was now rock hard under the water all I wanted to do is fuck her. She then stopped and lowered herself back into the water. The night had become sex charged, it was obvious that we were all extremely horney and over the next few goes things just kept going to the extreme, Paul chose truth and admitted he had fantasised about fucking Sarah, I chose dare and had to stroke myself on the side of the pool, Sarah chose dare and was dared to hold Pauls cock for thirty seconds and actually stroked it instead, Vicky chose truth and admitted to masturbating over me. I felt like I should stop what was happening but couldn’t bring myself to do it, Paul then chose dare and I dared him to let Sarah finger his arse, which she did and now it was my turn again, “Joe. Truth or dare?” Said Sarah, “Dare,” “Okay I dare you to lick Vicky’s pussy,” Paul jumped in.  I couldn’t believe what had just came out of his mouth but I knew I wanted to, I looked towards her and she smiled at me just as she started to lift herself up onto the side. I moved over to her as she spread her legs, I brought my hand up and began to rub her pussy slowly, I then brought my other hand up to spread her lips. This was it, I thought to myself as I lowered my head down and begun to lick her pussy. She seemed to get wetter with each lap of my tongue, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her pussy even further to the point I could barely breathe. I felt an arm reach around me and take my hard cock in hand, “Fuck me he’s rock solid!” I hear Sarah shout, I then feel a shove which knocks me off balance, and I look around to see Sarah and Paul making out passionately opposite us. I look up at Vicky and she lowers her head down to me and we share a soft but passionate kiss ourselves.

I stop and stand up in the Jacuzzi revealing my rock hard cock to Vicky the water dripping off all 6 ½ inches of it. She reached out and took hold of it, pulling me towards her and we share another kiss. She then lays back and spreads her legs even further, without hesitation I position my cock at the entrance of her waiting pussy, I take a hold of it as I slowly begin to slide it in. She’s so wet as I begin to pump in and out of her, I look in her eyes as we share a connection unlike I have ever experienced with anyone else, she lifts herself up and we kiss again as I fuck her pussy. When I pull away again I am mesmerised by the way her beautiful tits bounce to the rhythm of my thrusts and the harder I thrust the more violently they bounce, this turns me on even more. I can see the ecstasy in her face as she closes her eyes and her mouth opens wider and her moans get louder and louder, “I’m going to cum!” She yells, I continue to fuck as she wraps her legs and arms around me causing me to stumble inside the Jacuzzi onto her causing my cock to slam deeper into her pussy as she cums onto my dick. I can feel her whole body shacking and her pussy becoming extremely wet around my dick. We share another passionate kiss as she begins to come down from the high of her orgasm. I am now distracted by another scream and I look up to see Paul fucking Sarah doggie over a sun lounger they’re both facing Vicky and myself watching us as we fuck which seemed to turn us both on as we began to speed up again, this time everything seems slower and I begin to take more notice of what’s happening, I look down and watch as my cock slides in and out of my twin sisters pussy. I watch it as it glistens as it slides out then watch it disappear again, as I slowly look up I watch her tits bounce and even they look to be moving slow, I can see her moving her body trying to match each thrust of my cock and when I reach her face I can see the look of pleasure etched all over it and the look of pure lust in her eyes. I then watch as her right arm moves slowly up to my shoulder which causes me to snap back and for everything to speed up again, “Oh, God I’m going to cum again!” She shouts, I can feel more and more blood flowing into my cock and my balls begin to ache as I feel myself coming close to coming, “Hold it! I’m almost there!” I shout, I continue to thrust in and out, she wraps her arms and legs around me again digging her finger nails into my shoulders , “I can’t hold it much longer!” She shouts, just as I feel my cum begin to race from my balls up through my throbbing cock, I quickly kiss her passionately before my cum explodes out the tip of my cock into her just as she releases her orgasm. Our bodies quivering together as the pleasure pulses through our bodies. We’re almost locked together for a little while, holding each other tightly.

Once we begin to come down and back to our senses, we looked at each other and smiled it seemed like the perfect moment which is soon broke up by the sound of clapping. We both looked up to see Paul and Sarah sat naked on the sun lounger, “Fuck me that was so amazing! You two were electric I have never seen anything like that!” Sarah shouted, “No bull that was far hotter than any porno that I have ever seen!” Paul said. We looked back at each other and kissed again as I slid my cock out of her and my knees buckled under me and I fell back into the water. I was shaking, Vicky slid down into the water and cuddled up to me. We were both exhausted and extremely satisfied, there was no doubt in our mind that what we’d done was so right, “How was it for you two?” I eventually asked, “Amazing! It was amazing and watching you two just made it even better.” Sarah said, “Well good job we still have the rest of the weekend to ourselves.”

  

  

I love to see pics of the women who read my stories. Would you mind sending me one if you’re 21 or older I base my characters off of it sometimes.            josephsmith1974@live.co.uk 

us was using it, we would merely close the door to the other persons bedroom. This was to change.

Keri was now my beautiful little naked sex slave. Every chance we got, she would end up being tied in a way to make her helpless and vulnerable to my sexual advances. She seemed to live for those moments when she was helpless to me. I would allow her privacy when she had to use the bathroom, but I ordered the doors open when she bathed or was fixing her hair or makeup. Further, I made sure she was always naked in the bathroom so I could see her. It was exciting.

If our parents were gone, we would shower together. That would almost always result in hot love making in one of our beds. I would not allow Keri to be dressed when we were alone. It seemed that we were completely absorbed with her sexual slavery. We didn’t even pretend to play the “captive” games. We were doing it for real. Keri would be tied, whipped, tormented, and sexually abused as a matter of course. We looked for any excuse to “play” with each other. Our parents never figured out what was happening, they just enjoyed the fact that their two children got along so well. I had to be very careful not to leave any obvious marks on Keri body that might betray our new relationship.

One afternoon, about a month after I had made Keri my sex slave, a couple of months after her fourteenth birthday, Keri asked me a question. We had just finished a little session. I had made her strip, after which I tied her hands behind her back. It seemed that her elbows were the next logical thing to bind as it forced her breasts out from her chest, exhibiting them very prominently. She has magnificent breasts that begged to be displayed and touched. I had made her put on a pair of my mothers high heel shoes, and required her to pose in front of me, in various revealing positions. The high heel shoes made her nice legs more shapely, and forced her ass to stick out more. I loved this addition to her nakedness, and she seemed proud of the change.

After showing herself off to me, I lay down on my bed and made her to straddle me, impaling her pussy on my rampant cock. I made her ride my cock to a climax as I slapped her breasts. She had a shuddering climax. After she came back from the ozone, I ordered her to suck me to a climax.

I released her wrists and arms and had her lay beside me on my bed. I had my arm under and around her as she put her head on my shoulder. Her delicate little hand was stroking my semi-hard cock. We were basking in the after glow of a wonderful bondage and sex session.

Keri moved her head up so she could kiss me on the cheek. I kissed her back and gave her breast a squeeze.

“Jack, I love what we are doing. Can we do it forever?”

Smiling, I replied, “I sure hope so. I love us, and I love what we are doing.”

Keri was quiet for a moment, then asked, “What are you telling Jerry and Damon. They used to play “capture” games with us all the time. Since you made me your sex slave, we have not seen them.”

I thought for a moment, “Well, I guess I have been too busy with you, and just us. They have been asking when we are going to get together again, and when will we play our “capture” games. I have been stalling them.”

Keri asked, “Why? They have got to be wondering what is wrong.”

Now, I was not sure how to answer her. But, I tried, “Well, now we are playing “capture” for real. When you are tied, you are stripped, tortured for real, and raped, and sexually abused. I love it. I don’t want to change that. It would be very difficult for me to play our “capture” games and not do it for real.”

She was quiet, and I continued, “I had thought, that if we are really going to keep doing this for real, and not just playing around like we used to do, that I could allow them to join in and make it real for them, too.”

Keri remained quiet, and waited for me to continue. I was not sure what I wanted to say, but made an attempt to make sense of my thoughts.

“If you are really my sex slave, then you would have to agree. Of course, if you did not want to be my sex slave, then we would quit playing our games for “real”, and go back to what we did when we were little kids.”

Keri squeezed my now erect cock and answered, “Jack, please, I don’t want to quit being your sex slave. I really love you and what we are doing. I don’t want to give it up.”

“Well, what should I do”, I asked?

Keri paused, “Oh, Jack, I don’t know what to say. I just don’t have an answer.”

She remained quiet for a moment, “I don’t know, Jack. I love you. I will do what you want me to do.”

I am sure my cock leaped in her tight grip. My heart skipped a beat. I could not believe Keri was telling me to do what ever I wanted to do to her. I hugged and kissed her. Rolling her on her back, I climbed above her and slipped my rigid cock into her sweet pussy. In a matter of a minute or two we both we coming with each other.

Damon was the only one of my two best friends in town. Jerry and his parents were in Seattle. Jerry’s father worked for a company that was transferring him to that city. Now they were there looking for a new house to buy. I decided not to include Jerry in our expanded “capture” games with Keri. I invited Damon to come over the next morning for play the game. He readily accepted.

After our parents went to work, I instructed Keri to get “dressed”. She had a bikini ensemble that was perfect. The top was very revealing, just covering part of her breasts. The bottom was just a little more than a thong. There was a pleated matching mini skirt that matched the bikini. It could be worn away from the pool area, hiding the wearers nearly exposed buttocks. I had her wear this outfit, along with a pair of my mothers black patent leather high heels. She was absolutely stunning. My cock was ready to leap from my trousers.

After Keri completed her makeup, I bound her wrists behind her, and again with the elbow ropes. I loved this tie as it made her breasts even more magnificent. I kissed her, and placed a gag of wadded handkerchief in her mouth, tightly securing it with another handkerchief which was tied around her face and head. Keri looked incredible.

Before Damon arrived, I had Keri parade and pose for me. I was wondering how Damon would react to the advancement of our “capture” games. Keri seemed nervous, yet there was an excitement in her eyes that told me she was ready to obey me.

Damon arrived about fifteen minutes later. I placed Keri in the closet in the hallway next to the family room. Damon arrived, and I explained the new rules of the game.

“Here’s the deal. First, if you repeat anything about what we are going to do this morning, you will never be allowed to play our games with me and Keri again. Do you swear to never say anything about this to anyone, ever?”

Damon looked at me, questioningly. “Yeah, man, I promise. This sounds mysterious.”

“Well”, I replied. “It is serious. In the past when we play “capture” or “kidnap” games, we played for pretend. If we had kidnapped Keri for real, then we would have done anything we wanted to her. We held back because it was only a game.”

Damon looked even more confused. “What does that mean, “for real”.

I tried to make him understand. “Hey, man, you’ve read books about what happens to a girl or woman when she is kidnapped or captured. The gangsters and bad guys do what they want with the woman. Those guys were not pretending. That was for real.”

“Does that mean we are going to kidnap Keri, for real, and really do things to her”, he asked?

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. I decided to quit playing games, and do it for real. Keri has submitted.”

Damon’s eyes were wide with wonderment. “Wow! Man, that’s heavy.”

“O.K., remember, she is my sister, and I am in control. I will decide how much and what we do. O.K.?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say”, he said. His mouth seemed dry from anticipation, and already I could detect a bulge in his trousers.

“O.K., have a seat on the couch, and we will get started. I have already kidnapped Keri, and tied her up. I will get her, and we will get started.”

Damon sat down and watched me walk to the hall closet, and open the door. He was even more amazed when I brought a helplessly bound and fantastically costumed Keri from the closet. I led her into the family room as Damon watched with amazement and lust written all over his face.

I slapped Keri’s tight ass and ordered her to pose and parade around for Damon. She was amazing, and Damon was awestruck. He could not take his eyes off her.

“Damon”, I said, “Our captive is a wealthy woman, and I have kidnapped her for ransom. No one has paid the ransom, so I have decided that we will torture her until the ransom is paid.”

I untied the strings holding the bikini top on Keri, and the top fell to the floor. Damon was speechless. I reached around Keri and grasped her breasts, squeezing and pinching them.

“Prisoner, since no one has paid your ransom, you will pay the price”, I said. Keri just moaned behind her gag.

I reached down and removed the mini skirt. Turning Keri around and making her face me, I hugged her to me, pressing her breasts against my chest. I gave her sweet ass several swats, and then removed her bikini bottom, leaving her standing there bound, gagged, and wearing only a pair of high heel shoes. My handprints were obvious on her ass. Damon was dumbstruck.

“Prisoner, go to my friend and let him examine you.”

I grasped Keri’s bound wrists and pushed her to where Damon was sitting. Her breasts jiggled as she walked to where Damon was.

“Prisoner, lean over, and offer your tits to my friend”, I ordered.

Keri bent over and offered her breasts. Damon was quick to take them into his hands, kneading them and teasing her nipples. After a few moments of this, I ordered her to turn about and offer her ass for inspection. This she did with aplomb. Damon was quick to seize this opportunity to feel and stroke a magnificent ass. He even gave her a few substantial slaps on her bottom. He ran his hands over her thighs and ass. Finally, I ordered her to face Damon, and spread her legs, exposing her pussy. Damon grasped her Venus Mons. He toyed with her nether lips and inserted his finger into her heated passage. Keri started to moan and move her hips slightly. I stepped up behind her and pulled her back into my chest, to support her. I cupped her breasts and played with them as Damon was busy rummaging through her pussy. Keri was absorbed in what was happening to her. Her bound hands found my rigid cock and was stroking it as well as she could, considering her stringent bondage.

After Damon had thoroughly inspected my beautiful sister, I led her and Damon to my parent’s bedroom. They had a wonderful old four poster bed. I placed Keri on her knees, with her back against one of the bedposts. Using several strands of rope, I tied her to the post. She could not squirm, or wriggle loose. Next I blindfolded her. She knelt there, naked and bound to the bedpost while Damon and I undressed. I picked up the small leather whip I made to use on Keri’s breasts. Now was an opportune time.

“Prisoner”, I said with authority, “No one has ransomed you, so you will now pay the price.”

I removed the gag from her pretty mouth, and allowed her to breath fresh air through her mouth. She did so with relish.

“Prisoner, there is a dick in front of you face. You are to kiss it, and tell me if it is mine, or Damon’s. If you are wrong, you will receive five strokes of the whip across each tit, for a total of ten lashes.”

I stepped up and put my cock to her lips. Keri kissed it, and tickled the tip with her pretty pink tongue. I then had Damon step up and do the same. Keri treated his cock in the same manner. Damon closed his eyes. He was caught up in the moment. At least he did not moan, giving Keri a clue whose cock she was kissing.

“Now, prisoner, whose cock was first and whose cock was second? Was it the same cock, or were they different cocks?”

Keri paused for a moment or two, the almost whispering, replied. “Sir, the first one was Damon’s. In fact I think both kisses were on Damon’s cock.”

“Cunt, you are wrong on both counts. The first was my cock. For that mistake, since it was two questions, you will receive ten strokes on each tit.” Keri bit her lip and trembled slightly.

I picked up the whip, and brought it down sharply on her right breast, followed by a similar lash on her left breast. Keri tried to struggle, but she was too well tied. After five lashes on each breast, she was beginning to moan and attempt to avoid the lash.

The next ten lashes were delivered by Damon. He loved this torturing her for “real”. His cock was rampant. He was in a fantasy world that was beyond his wildest imaginations.

“Prisoner”, I said. “Now you will take each cock into your mouth. Again, tell me whose cock you are sucking. Fail, and you will pay the penalty.”

I had Damon put his cock in Keri’s mouth. I allowed her to suck it for about 20 seconds. Then quietly I stepped up and put my cock in her mouth. She sucked it vigorously for about 20 seconds. When asked, she said she thought the first was mine, and second cock was Damon’s. Wrong again!

Again her breasts suffered another ten lashes each. By the end of the last lash, she was gently sobbing. I let her regain her composure, and pressed on.

“Prisoner, you have failed miserably. In order to help you out, you will have a cock placed in your mouth. You will suck it and make that cock cum in your mouth. Based on that, you will tell me whose cock you have just sucked.”

“Yessir”, was Keri’s whispered reply.

I had Damon put his cock in her mouth. I was sure he had never been sucked off, and today was the day he lost that virginity! Damon was in heaven. Keri was working on his cock, while Damon was practically fucking her face. In just a matter of a minute he was cumming. He climax was so great that Keri could not swallow all of his issue. A small amount trickled from the corner of her mouth. A couple of drips of glistening cum dropped on her delightful breast.

“Now, prisoner, who cock as that?”

“Sir, I think it was Damon’s cock.”

“Well, very good, prisoner. Just for that, I will reward you with a good fucking. Would you like that”, I asked.

“Yessir, I would like that. Thank you”, Keri replied.

I untied her from the bedpost, an escorted her to my bedroom. I put her in the middle of my bed, with her arms still bound and pinned under her. Leaving the blindfold in place, I got on the bed and entered her sweet pussy. She was hot. He pussy was a scalding caldron of female juices. She was a delight to fuck. Damon stood on the side and voiced encouragements.

“Hey, man, fuck that beautiful sister. Man, she’s hot.”

I noticed that his cock was rigid and ready to go again. After I finished fucking Keri, I let Damon get on her, and fuck her with his rampant cock. Keri was humping Damon as he ravished her. She kept experiencing one climax after another. Finally, Damon had a massive cum, and collapsed on Keri. It took both of them a while to come back from the ozone.

After we had rested, we returned to the family room and sat on the couch. Keri was ordered to get on her knees, and use her newly released hands to stroke each of her tormentors to another erection, suck each cock, the use her hand to jack each cock to a climax. This she did. She seemed to love what we did to her, and loved playing with each cock.

It was time for Damon to go. He kept hugging and kissing Keri. It seemed that he could not get enough of her. He promised to return soon and play more “games”.

After Damon left, I had Keri sit next to me on the couch. As usual, I had my arm around her, stroking her breasts, while she was stroking my relaxed cock. We talked about what had just happened. She told me she had enjoyed the afternoon, even though she was very apprehensive at first.

“Sis, do you still want to be my sex slave and naked prisoner”, I asked?

“Jack, my big brother, I really love you. I love what you do to me, and let me do to you. I want to be your sex slave, and your prisoner. I don’t want that to ever stop. I will do what you want me to do.”

I hugged Keri, and kissed her for the longest time. Yes, I was in love with my sister. No other woman could ever make me feel like this. I was not sure what the future held for us, but I wanted Keri in my future, as my lover and “prisoner”.

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He was laughing. “Yeah, Tara, I pissed on you; I shit on you; and I jacked off on you several times! I took pictures too. I think I’ll sell them over the internet!”

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I rinsed the tub out and then thoroughly scrubbed it clean.

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Ricky stripped down and got into the shower with me. He lathered a fresh washcloth with soap and started washing me from the neck down. He spent extra time on my breasts and would squeeze my nipples between his thumb and index finger. I couldn’t help but moan.

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“That’s ok slave. I know you can’t help but moan but don’t do it loudly or I will stop”.

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He continued to wash further and further down to my lower half. He stopped at my abdomen and started slowly washing my belly and just above my crotch area. It felt so good my legs were starting to shake. I could feel my juices starting to flow. Then, he moved my legs about shoulder length apart.

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“Ok slave, I’m going to play with your pussy. But, if you make any sounds I will stop. Do you understand you little cunt?” I nodded my head. I desperately wanted to cum.

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He moved his hands so that he touched my outer pussy lips. My legs were shaking worse now. It was becoming difficult to stand. I could feel myself building to a huge orgasm. He pulled my pussy lips apart to expose my aching clit. He turned me slightly to let the water spray directly onto my clit. I jumped and took in a quick breath. I bit my lip hard to keep from making a sound. I quickly grabbed for the washcloth. Just as soon as I had the washcloth, he started rubbing the slit of my pussy vigorously and putting extra pressure directly on my clit. He was trying to make me scream so he could torture me by stopping!

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Fortunately, in the nick of time, I jammed the washcloth into my mouth. It felt so good I was shaking my head vigorously back and forth. I was screaming but fortunately all of the sound was completely muffled. Ricky rubbed my slit and my clit faster and faster. It was time! I spread my legs wider. His face was directly in line with my pussy. The orgasm exploded within me with such force that the need to pee was overwhelming. I couldn’t hold it back so I decided to let it go. I would accept whatever beating I would get.

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I exploded in a geyser full of fluid directly into Ricky’s face. I kept pushing and pushing as blast after blast of my juice poured over him like a second shower. Finally, my knees began to buckle as I lowered myself down into the tub.

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I sat there with the water hitting me. Ricky was on the other end of the tub.

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“That was fucking fantastic Tara! I have never seen a girl explode with that much pussy cum” That was fucking awesome! Now, talk to me.”

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I know he wanted me to flatter him by saying how awesome that was for me. At first I was going to keep silent but then I knew that would only cause him to get angry and I didn’t want that now. I wanted to salvage maybe a small reprieve from his hating me while I had a chance.

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“That was fantastic! I have never experienced that before. I’m so sorry for peeing on you. Please don’t beat me.”

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He laughed. “You silly stupid little bitch; that wasn’t pee – it was your pussy cum. Women can shoot cum just like guys; most of you just don’t know it.”

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“Well, that was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had. I really want to thank you for that, brother.”

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“Now don’t start getting all gushy with me Tara. I’m being a little nicer with you right now but I still hate you and I’m going to keep doing things to show you how much I hate you. But for now, we’ll take a time out. Stand aside. I’m going to shower off and then you do the same. Then, we’re going to get dressed and go out for dinner. I’m starved.”

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“Ok; I’m starved too Ricky,” I said as I flashed him a quick smile.

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“Tara, I don’t want you to call me Ricky. Call me either brother or master”.

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“Yes, master”.

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I quickly showered and got into a nice tight pair of slacks and a tight low-cut silk blouse.

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“Come on, hurry up Tara”. He was downstairs. I finished putting on the last strokes of lip gloss. I took one last look in the full length mirror. I must say I looked hot!

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We got in the car and drove to the restaurant in silence. Ricky grabbed my hand and had me rub his cock all the way to the restaurant.

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We parked the car in front of the restaurant and gave the keys to the valet. Then we walked inside.

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This restaurant was somewhat upscale and known to cater to the younger crowd. I noticed I was getting admiring looks from both the men and the women. Ricky was getting admiring looks from the women; especially as their eyes wandered down to see the huge bulge in his tight-fitting slacks. It looked like some of them even licked their lips – or was it just my imagination?

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No sooner had we sat down in our booth than two of the girls came over.

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“Hey Ricky, who’s your gorgeous friend? This is my friend Anna.”

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“Hi Michele; hi Anna. This is my kid sister, Tara”.

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“My my Ricky, please don’t take this wrong but she doesn’t look like your sister”.

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“Well, that’s because we have the same father but different mothers. Anyway, we have some things we need to talk about so if you don’t mind…”

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“Ok, we get the hint. Nice meeting you Tara. Maybe we can have fun sometime”.

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“Bye; nice meeting you too”, I said not quite knowing what she meant.

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Just then the waitress appeared. She was about 5 feet 6 and weighed about 120 lbs with large full breasts a low-cut black blouse and tight spandex black pants. She was stunning!

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“Hi, I’m Jasmine and I will be your waitress this evening. Before I take your order would you like something to drink?”

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Ricky spoke, “Yes, we’ll each have a glass of Kendall-Jackson Cabernet please. By the way, I’m Ricky and this is my sister Tara.”

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“It’s very nice to meet both of you. I will be right back with the drinks.”

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Within a minute, Jasmine returned with the drinks. Then she bent over to present our menus. As she did this she gave us a full view of her breasts. They were gorgeous. She was not wearing a bra. Jasmine hesitated a bit to make sure that Ricky got a complete eyeful.

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“Are you ready to order?”

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“Yes, we’ll start with appetizers. How about your combo platter of raw oysters, shrimp, and escargot? Then, we'll have the New York strip, rare, with a lobster tail and your vegetable of the day.”

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“Excellent choice. Coming right up.”

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As she left Ricky said to me, “Ok, I want you to start stroking my cock. When she returns I want you to drop your napkin under the table so she has to pick it up. Then, let’s see what happens”.

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I giggled with excitement. I would never have dared to do this before.

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I unzipped Ricky’s fly and slowly pulled his entire length outside of his pants. I placed my napkin on my lap so I could quickly knock it onto the floor under the table by my feet.

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Jasmine returned in about seven minutes with our appetizers. We were both looking at her and she looked back at us with a somewhat puzzled look as to what we were up to. Just as she started to walk away I said, “Oh, Jasmine, I accidentally dropped my napkin could you get it for me?”

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“Of course, Tara”.

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Jasmine looked down around her and not seeing the napkin, realized it was probably under the table. Then she bent down under the table cloth to retrieve the napkin.

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She had been down there at least a minute when I heard a slight moan from Ricky. I looked and his eyes were closed. Just then I felt something warm and wet sliding around my hand (the one I was using to stroke Ricky’s cock). I moved so that I could look under the table. Jasmine had her lips around Ricky’s cock and was slowly sucking him!

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I quickly cleared my throat so that Jasmine could hear me. Within a couple of seconds she was out from under the table.

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“Here’s your napkin Tara.” Here’s another one (as she retrieved a second napkin from the next table). “You never know when you might need another napkin”, Jasmine said with a wink. “Please bring us another wine in 5 minutes”, I said.

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“Sure thing”.

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“Brother, let’s finish this before our food gets cold”. He nodded his head with a grunt.

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I grabbed his cock holding the base with one hand while stroking vigorously with the other. “Here’s a napkin. I want you to make sure you cum into the napkin”. “Ok”, he said.

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It only took about two minutes and he let out a sigh as he shot load after load into the napkin. I squeezed the last bit out and quickly retrieved the napkin; folding it in half so that none of the cum leaked out. Then I placed the napkin beside me.

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Shortly, Jasmine returned with two fresh glasses of wine.

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“Your food will be ready shortly. How were your appetizers? I see you’re still eating them. Is everything okay?”

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“Oh yes, Jasmine; they are delicious. So good, in fact, we’d like to share…”

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“Oh no…I’m not supposed to…”

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Jasmine quickly looked around to make sure she was not seen. Not to worry, our booth was off the main floor to the side against the wall so we were fairly-well secluded. Then, she scooted into the booth beside me.

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‘Here’s your appetizer,” I said with the sweetest smile I could muster as I handed her the napkin.

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She took the napkin and as she opened it up her eyes got real wide and her jaw dropped. I wish I had a camera. She looked at me and then Ricky. Suddenly, her eyes became glazed over with lust.

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She opened the napkin as she looked at us. She never took her eyes off of us. She had the napkin fully opened and resting in her hand; fully exposing a large load of creamy white cum. Then, she seductively smelled it. “Uuuummmmm”, she cooed.

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Then, in one smooth action, she tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and scraped the napkin against her lower lip; letting the cum slide into her mouth. Next, she opened her mouth to show us the full load. It was almost starting to leak out when she tilted her head back slightly and swallowed.

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Then she licked her lips clean and said, “Thank you so much for the appetizer you two. I have been working all day and haven’t eaten a thing until now. I’ll be right back with your entrees’.

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In two minutes she returned with another waitress to deliver our main course. As the other waitress returned to the kitchen, Jasmine paused and turned around. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse to show us her beautiful breasts. Then, she quickly buttoned back up.

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“Very nice”, we both said.

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 “Enjoy your meal”.

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“Tara, that was very hot. Thank you. You know you are gorgeous. I think Jasmine likes us”.

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“I agree brother. I know she likes us”.

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Jasmine retuned in about 5 minutes. “So, how is your meal?”

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“It’s delicious”, I said.

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Then, Jasmine lowered her voice. “I just came from the ladies room. I was so horny after drinking Ricky’s cum that I had to masturbate. Here, I didn’t wash my fingers.

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She offered her fingers for both Ricky and I to lick. I licked the index finger and he licked the middle finger. “Uuuummmmm” we said.

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“So, what are you two doing when you’re done here?” She asked.

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I looked at Ricky. “Well, since our grandparents are out of town, we’ll probably go back home and fuck our brains out”, I laughed.

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“I get off at nine. Would you guys mind some company? I’d love to have a go at that huge cock again!”

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“Sure thing. Make sure we give you our address before we leave”, Ricky said.

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We continued to enjoy the rest of our meal. Jasmine returned and asked us if we wanted dessert. We declined and asked for the check. Jasmine returned with the check and included a blank piece of paper for Ricky to write her our address. She returned to retrieve the check and inspect the address.

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“Oh, you guys live in the subdivision by the new Mall – about 15 minutes away”.

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“That’s right,” Ricky said. It was about eight o’clock. “We’ll see you in about an hour”.

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“I’ll see you then”, Jasmine replied.

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As we drove home Ricky said, “Sis, tonight you can call me brother or Ricky, not master”.

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“Oh? Maybe Jasmine would like the master routine”, I giggled.

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“Tara, it’s not a routine. I’m serious. It’s about you and me. I don’t want to talk about it now. Let’s focus on having our fun with Jasmine tonight”.

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“Ok”.

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Soon, Jasmine arrived. “Hi you guys. I hate to ask this, but do you mind if I take a quick shower? I just worked a ten hour day and I want to freshen up a little”.

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“No problem,” Ricky said. “On one condition; that Tara and I get to wash you”, he laughed.

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“Ok, I’d like that,” she said.

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We led Jasmine upstairs. She stripped down. She was gorgeous! She had an athletic body and actually had ripped abs.

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“Jasmine, you are ripped. You are gorgeous girl!”

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“Thank you. I used to be in gymnastics though I was a little taller than most.”

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“Well, you look awesome. Actually, Tara and I decided to shower with you if you don’t mind”.

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“Not at all; hop in”.

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We quickly showered; deciding not to linger and take a chance on letting the sex start until we got to the bedroom. Needless to say, when we got into the king-sized bed, we were all extra horny!

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were actually watching a slightly old comedy called Joe Dirt. It was one of those movies that was funny because it was so stupid!

 

They were over on their couch teasing each other, making fun, laughing, joking, and tickling each other. It was actually kinda sickening to watch. They were like teenagers. They were like that a lot. It sometimes made me wonder about him and me. He was clearly very happy with his marriage to mom. I don’t always understand where I fit in regarding our ‘sexual’ relationship.

 

When the movie ended mom got up. “Okay. I need to straighten up this mess before we go to bed. I made some pudding. It’s in the fridge. Why don’t you get some and go away so I can clean.”

 

“Are you saying we get in your way?”

 

“Yep. Bye.”

 

Daddy faked a look of heartbreak and slowly walked into the kitchen with his head down. Mom just rolled her eyes and began picking up the loose popcorn on the floor. I followed daddy as he was filling up a cup with chocolate pudding.

 

“What’s your poison?”

 

“I’ll take the vanilla.” I grabbed the cup he had waiting for me and began filling it up. The bowl was cold.

 

“Want to eat it out on the back pouch? It’s nice out.”

 

“Sure honey. I’ll put this back in the refrigerator and meet you out there.”

 

I headed back through the family room. Mom was turning off the DVD player and I opened the door leading outside. I leaned against the rail, stirring the creamy goop and looked out across the long back yard. Dad came out a few minutes later, laughing at some insult mom had given him and settled beside me against the rail, chuckling quietly. Must have been funny as hell.   

 

“You love mom, don’t you?”

 

“Undeniably. She’s my life. I don’t think I could exist without your mother.”

 

I simply stared at him. He had such a content look on his face. A happiness, a radiance that was so pure and so strong. I found myself whispering, softly, ever so softly. I was almost afraid that my words could freeze the very air around us, turning it to hard glass that would shatter, causing our world to fall apart, cutting us to pieces in the process. I have a flair for drama sometimes, but I had to know.

 

“Then, why me?” I asked, ever so softly.

 

He froze and I flinched slightly, expecting, waiting…

 

Then as if someone flipped a switch he resumed swirling his pudding, looking into it deeply as if the answer was somehow hidden inside of it. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I knew he would answer. I knew he was thinking. He probably never bothered to ask himself why, preferring not to dwell on it, to bring forth guilt.

 

After several minutes and several spoonfuls of pudding he spoke. “I don’t know. It certainly wasn’t planned, at least not at first. It was completely unexpected. It was…the wonder…the magic of you…” He looked at me then and I saw in his eyes the awe, the love, the joy, the…pain.

 

“I never had seen a little girl. I never knew the wonder, the beauty of seeing a little girl slowly blossom and become the exquisiteness of a woman. I watched you grow and develop into what you were meant to be — a woman, a beautiful, desirable woman made for one primary purpose.”

 

I slowly began to understand. Kind of. As he has told it, my father didn’t have a typical childhood. He was raised primarily by men. His mother died giving birth to his sister. Jessie was going to be his first female sibling, but she died too. Grandma and grandpa had seven boys in all, including my father. My father was the youngest of the children. They all lived in the same house, on a farm, believe it or not. All he knew was men. His brothers and father shaped his world. Eventually some of his brothers married and moved away and started their own families, but once they moved he rarely saw them or his cousins, female and male alike. He did see girls, and interacted with them, but not very much.

 

He saw them at school, but at school you studied. The only time you socialized was at recess. He didn’t really understand girls. They were strange to him and being raised by men, my father was actually a very rough type of individual. You know the type — the jock and the sexist. One thing about my father though, he was very smart. Very smart. He liked to learn and any and every bit of knowledge he gained he kept. As a result he received a full academic scholarship to NYU in New York, far away from his little hometown in Kansas. He went there and studied medicine.

 

It was that move that changed daddy. Up until college, and really most of it, women had no place in his world, other than for one purpose—sex. And when it came to sex he’ll be the first to admit he loved women then. Sexually wise, a woman was and is flawless. But, during that time that was the only value he credited them for. That is until he continued his medical education. There were women beside him — few, but there — who were also pursuing careers in medicine, all at various levels and all that required a fair amount of intelligence.

He began to see women in a whole new light, particularly after meeting one in particular whom he considered to be the most brilliant neurologist in existence — Mrs. Pamela Goldstein. Being the smart man that he was, he began to realize he was a sexist and his viewpoints of women were wrong, so he changed. Well, somewhat. There still are some things that come out of his mouth that makes even my mother want to smack him, but for the most part he’s a decent guy.

 

So I guess what my father was saying was: having a little girl, seeing one ‘develop’ for the first time intrigued him?

 

He laughed. “Yes. Intrigue is one word for it and surprisingly I found myself,” he sighed, “aroused by it. I never saw or experienced anything like it. Oh, I know how it happens. I’ve treated women of all ages at hospitals but I never saw it up close and personal on a day to day basis with a girl — woman — that I already loved. So I found myself sexually excited.”

 

I put my empty cup on a table and turned to look back into the house. I could see my mother in the living room, cleaning up the mess daddy and I always seem to leave behind despite our best efforts.

 

“You knew it was wrong.”

 

Even though I wasn’t looking directly at him I saw him move. He leaned lower on the rail, resting his weight on his elbows.

 

“Yes.” He said it as if it were a matter of fact. No denial. Simply fact. I wonder if he even felt guilty, if he ever did or had he simply learned to accept his actions.

 

“And that didn’t bother you?”

 

“Of course it did! You are my baby girl, the idea of hurting you… ”

 

“Then what? What was it that made you continue? God, Dad, have there been others? Are you a pedophile?”  I turned to him, shocked for a moment, that idea never having occurred to me before.

 

“Oh god. I…shit.” He turned away from the yard and like me faced the house window and then he saw mom. “Oh, god!” He turned back toward the yard. “There’s only you. Only you. I never felt that way toward anyone else. It was only you.”

 

I relaxed. I felt a little better.

 

“Because we have love.”

 

“Yes. And…”

 

“And…?”

 

“And I knew you…wanted…it.”

 

He turned to me then, looking me full in the eyes, almost asking me to deny it, but I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. He was right. I did want it. From the moment I was old enough to understand the looks, I wanted it. I may not have been considered old enough to know what I wanted or completely understand the urges that were coursing through my body but I did want it and I did tease him with the new power I quickly learned to master—my femininity. I liked his touches and his attentions. I craved it. I encouraged it.

 

“Yes. I did.” There was a flash of something there — relief. Perhaps some part of him had doubts.

 

“So now that I’m older — now that I’m no longer innocent and ‘developing into what I was made for’ — is it over?”

 

He looked away again, off into the night. The night always seems to offer false hope that the answers we seek are hidden just beyond it. Another thought occurred. “Daddy? Is my baby safe with you?”

 

He laughed, a short, quick bitter laugh. “Yes, baby girl, your daughter will be safe with me, that I promise. The idea of reliving those experiences I had with you doesn’t even appeal to me. To be honest, I don’t think anyone could take your place, like no one could take your mother’s. The feelings I feel for you…”

 

“Damn it, stop being so damn dramatic and complete your sentences! What? What? What feelings, they what?”

 

He laughed and turned to me. “Sorry. Didn’t realize. My feelings for you, my attraction for you, is purely for you, only you. I do know that, even if the rest of it is crazy.”

 

I smiled. I liked that. “Then why? Why haven’t you touched me in so long? You stopped right after I told you I was pregnant. You just — changed.”

 

He sighed again. He looked down at the slight swell in my tummy and reached out his hands. “You are so beautiful like this. Your mother was beautiful too when she was like this, but with you for some reason it’s different. It’s always been different with you. Again, you are changing, growing, become more of what you were made for — a mother. And the idea is driving me crazy, Brie. You have no fucking idea.”

 

His hands pushed harder against my skin and moved, circling my hips, feeling their curves, down, around my ass, squeezing, molding, and pulling my body closer to his. I quickly looked back into the house. Mother was gone, probably in the kitchen. He saw my look and paused, following my lead, but seeing it all clear, he continued, he moved me to him. Our bodies touched, his hardness, and mine — my tummy, but despite that I was still soft, a soft curvy woman.

 

“Daddy? I’ve missed you.”

 

He growled, that deep, sexy growl at the back of his throat and I felt his hardness rise up as he buried his face in my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. Pain. My pussy went straight to pain. That only happens when arousal hit me hard and fast, when my pussy becomes ready for fucking faster than the rest of my body, but it was quickly catching up. My heart began to pound, my nipples harden, my skin began to tingle and waves of desire began coursing through my body uncontrollably.

 

“I want you so bad. More than I ever thought possible. There are times when I look at you now, seeing you like this, watching the curves grow — it’s all I could do from raping you. You are so fucking sexy. My cock is constantly hard. I’m afraid sometimes it’s going to fall off cause he never rests. I need you so much. I need you so much.”

 

He was moving against me, hard, sure, grinding, biting my neck, sucking on my skin, finding my mouth and we kissed. He kept pulling me closer, lifting me so our bodies would fit better, despite the baby. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, opening myself to him. His dick found my panty-covered puss and he began rubbing, up and down, grinding against her, my pussy, making the moisture flood the fabric. Grinding, grinding, up against my clit. Oh, god, I was so horny. I was losing my damn mind. Our tongues clashed. Devouring, sucking, mating. His whole mouth surrounded mine. He invaded my moist cave with such force and desire I thought I would faint. He grabbed the hair on my head and slowly began to pull.

 

“Ah.”

 

I reached one hand back, wrapping around his as he bent me backwards against the rail and forcibly pushed against my clit. Waves of pleasure surrounded me so intensely I was crying. He reached up and carefully unbuttoned my top, revealing my body to him.

 

“They are growing again. You know that, don’t you? I’ve seen them. They are becoming fuller and they will continue to do so and they’ll become harder, and juicier, and filled with milk and when they do. I’ll be ready. I’ll be there.”

 

“Oh Daddy, you can’t. The baby. I have to feed the baby.”

 

“And you will. She’ll get some, but I’ll have the rest. She’ll have formula too; I’ll buy the best. Don’t worry. Your baby will be taken care of, but this…”

 

He pushed my bra aside. My nipples tightened in the cool air. He growled some more. He grabbed on, hard. I whimpered. It hurt. It hurt but…

 

“Good. Yes. The nipple, the nipple.”

 

He cupped my breast in his hand, giving it a cone shape as he twisted my nipple. Playing it like a violin, making me produce pussy cream on demand, like a cow producing milk.

 

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyy.” I wanted to scream, but mom — I couldn’t because of mom. I couldn’t see anything; he kept me bent back, away. I looked up at the stars in the sky and felt so small in comparison to their vastness. I felt tied into existence and the natural order of things. He was right; this was what I was made for. I felt him slowly apply his thumbnail to the tip of my nipple. Sweet agony. An annoying itch I didn’t know how to scratch. God, my pussy. I was so wet, so wet my panties were a mess. I tried humping up against him, but it was no use. There was so much moisture that there was no friction, not the kind I needed and my panties just slid and he just slid, completely unstable. I needed it there at my clit.  And then the nail was gone and my nipple was pounding. It was on fire, that one nipple. My back was beginning to ache. My head hurt from the pressure of his hand. He wouldn’t let up. I gave up trying to do whatever it was I was trying to do and slid my hand down to rest on the arms holding me close. His scent surrounded me as he leaned closer. Hmmmmm. I loved his cologne.

 

I jumped. Moisture. Warm, soft, slimy heat swirled around my nipple. Covering it, sucking it. Daddy. ‘Suck me, Daddy. Suck me. Suck me, Daddy…suck, suck, suck.’ He released my hair and his right hand found my left breast, circling, engulfing it. It felt so good, that warmth. He squeezed slowly, sensually, loving my mounds with smooth solid pressure. I loved the soft sucking sounds. It drove me crazy. Reaching down, I fought against the pressure of our bodies and found my panties. I pulled them down, despite the pressure of his weight against mine. I lowered my leg and let the panties fall naturally to the ground. 

 

He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the rail, never releasing my nipple as he lashed it with his moist tongue, licking my skin, my curves, squeezing it periodically, licking against the bulges he created.

 

“Hmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. His hot breath bathed my skin.

 

“Daddy. Please.” I was out of my ever-loving, cotton-picking mind. He released my nipple with a pop. I shuddered. It was cold — cold without his heat. I couldn’t take it. I was so close.

 

“Daddy, please,” I begged, but he just stood there, inhaling deeply, trying to breathe, squeezing my breasts over and over, like they were dough. He just loved the feel of their fullness in his hand.

 

“Daddddddddddyyyy,” I said in a gutteral plea. I even scared myself. I began to rock, nearly falling back until he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck again for support. He leaned down and took my right breast in his mouth and reclaimed the wet one for his palm. His free hand lowered itself to the heat between my legs.

 

“Yesssssssssss,” I hissed.

 

He found my button, covered it with his fingers and squeezed.

 

“Uhhhhhh,” I grunted, that deep-gutted grunt that made me sound like some huge animal. My world exploded and I was left jerking uncontrollably in his arms.

 

“Uh uh uh uh uh.”

 

My body was no longer mine. I cried. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I was barely aware of them. I fell against his hard frame, trying to breathe, still making those strange sounds.

 

I felt him move against me. Somewhere along the line he stop sucking on my tit, perhaps when I fell. He was slightly jerking himself, toward me, I felt myself slightly bouncing to his rhythm. Something was hitting me in my stomach repetitively, against the baby. Not hard, but it did make me look down. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and looked between us, still breathing kinda hard.

 

His dick. He had his dick in his hand and he was jerking off between us. His hands were stroking his cock much like in the bedroom and then I heard him bellow a hard breath, like all the air exploded from his lungs and he growled again and then...

 

Splat!

 

I was hit with a wave of cum shooting out of his dick in high spurts, some landing on my tits, most finding my stomach and still he stroked, less intense, but still strong. I heard him groan as if he was in slight pain. Now he was leaning on me just as much as I was leaning on him and still he pumped, even though there were only a few drops finding their way to my thigh. Then he released his cock and his dick fell on my leg, hot, moist and red.

 

He reached behind me and gripped the rail to support himself. If he leaned on me anymore we both would fall over. I looked back up over his shoulder and into the house. I moved closer to him, pressing more of my body against his, forming a sort of loose hug. It was quiet now. I could hear his heartbeat. I turned my head and rested it against his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular. I was at total peace. Not a single thought had entered my head. I just absorbed his warmth.

 

After a few more minutes in each other’s arms he began to pull away. I let him. I sat up on my own and looked at him. He smiled and kissed me on the nose. I watched him readjust and tuck himself away. I sighed and began following his lead, pushing my sore breasts back into their home and buttoning my shirt.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Yes, baby?”

 

“Will you be my Lamaze coach?”

 

He smiled. He reached for my face and slowly kissed my lips. “I’d be honored.” He helped me off the rail and picked up my panty. I tucked half of it in the waist of my skirt, under my shirt. I didn’t feel like putting it back on.

 

“You’re wet.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. My blouse was sticking to me because of the cum and there was a small amount of cum trailing down my thigh that hadn’t dried. I reached for my thigh and began rubbing the white stuff into my skin like lotion (fastest way to get rid of it).  Then catching a particularly thick glob I paused and looked up at him. Our eyes met.

 

I looked back down and lifted my skirt. We watched as I leaned back on the rail and lifted my leg again for a better view. For the first time ever I rubbed his cum into my pussy. We watched as my pussy sucked it up, swallowing it deep. I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

 

I looked back up and daddy was staring at me. He looked like he wanted to attack. Lust so intense gripped me hard and I felt the tears start again. But he didn’t touch me; instead, he moved further back. I put my leg down and we continued to stare, fighting for control. We both wanted more but knew it wouldn’t be smart. Not now. Not again.

 

“I don’t think I can anyway.”

 

He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.

 

“I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed. If I pass her and she asks, I’ll say you made me laugh and I spilled my pudding. Good thing I chose vanilla.”

 

“Good thing.”

 

And just like all the nights that have come before…

 

“Night, Daddy.”

 

“Night, baby girl.”

 

I went into the house and up to my room. Mom was nowhere in sight.

 

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