My problem now was what to do about the whole situation. Obviously, I felt we should go to the boys' parents and the police, but I felt that had to wait, since my wife was out of town (again!). God, there were times I hated her job, whatever it was! However, this had happened at least two weeks before, so another day or two was not going to matter. A bigger problem was how to go to the police about it and how to talk to Cindi about it without using the tape. She was traumatized enough - I really did not want her to know that her rape had been videotaped and god knows who had seen it. Even worse, her daddy had seen it. I could not do that to her, if I could possibly find another way. I suspected it had not been widely viewed by the boys at school, or some of her friends would have known. Some of those girls knew everything that happened - it was uncanny. However, someone other than the original boys had obviously seen it - it was unlikely they had delivered the tape to me. In addition, was this the original, or a copy? As good as the quality was, I suspected it was the original, but I did not know. I had to do something about that - I could not stand the thought of my baby finding out through some sick locker room gossip that her rape had been recorded

As often is the case when there seems to be no clear way to go, an opportunity presented itself the same day to deal with the situation with Cindi. That evening, Cindi and Amy had another fight. This one was bad enough that it finally even got to sweet, gentle Amy, who never got upset about anything. I heard the whole thing, and again it was Cindi that started it. That made sense to me now. Amy got so mad, she stomped out of the room, yelled, "Go to hell, bitch!", and slammed the door. I thought poor Amy was going to die when she stomped into the living room and saw me sitting there looking at her. What you have to understand about Amy is that she is the original goody two shoes. Except with her, it is all genuine. Until that day, I had never heard Amy say a bad word, even "damn" or "hell". I didn't even know she knew such words, much less "bitch". I doubt her mouth was capable of saying, "fuck", if she even knew the word. She stopped dead in her tracks, with a look of horror on her face, turned bright red, mumbled "I'm sorry, Daddy", and then announced she'd had enough and she was going over to Rebecca's house, three doors down. Then she very quietly walked out of the house, closing the door softly behind her.

I waited about 10 minutes for things to calm down, and then I called Cindi into the room to talk to her. She walked in belligerent, angry, snotty, with a chip on her shoulder, and said "WHAT?!?" She knew she was in trouble, as she was just as shocked by Amy's outburst as I had been. At first, I was mad, that she would act that way to me, but immediately I was sorry for that reaction, and my heart just melted for this poor little girl and what she had gone through. I called her over to me, and when she stomped close enough to me, I reached over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her onto my lap, wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her. I first saw the surprise in her eyes, as she was sure she was going to be chewed out, not hugged. Then she tried to pull out of my arms, but I would not let her go. She looked at me with moist eyes and said, "Please let go of me, Dad". I thought I would stop breathing when she said that, but I held on to her and asked her "What's wrong, Cindi?"

"Nothing", she replied. "Why do you think something is wrong?"

"Well", I replied, "it could be that you have been a total bitch to Amy tonight. It could be that you have been that way for about two weeks now, or it could be that you will not even let your daddy touch you, who loves you more than he can even tell you. Which one do you want to pick?"

"Dad (Oh god, when did I become dad instead of daddy?), Amy is such a snot, I am so tired of..."

"Cindi", I interrupted, "Cut the bullshit. I heard the whole thing tonight, as well as several over the last two weeks. You have started every one. Now, are you going to tell me what is going on?"

She gave me a glare that would have put me in the grave if looks could kill, and said nothing. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled, and said, "You know, Cindi, I haven't gotten to cuddle with you for two weeks, and I've really missed it. If you want to sit here on my lap all night, that is fine with me. I'm rather enjoying holding you, but I am not letting you go until you talk to me".

Suddenly, the dam broke. She laid her head on my shoulder, and cried, sobbing her little heart out. I held her, stroked her hair, and told her how much I loved her. I did not tell her it was going to be ok, because I knew it might never be ok for my little girl again. She sobbed her heart out for 15 minutes or so, not seeming to be able to stop. Finally, she wiped her tears on my shirt, looked at me, and wailed "Oh, god, daddy, I don't want to be a slut, I don't want to be a whore!" She started to cry again.

When she stopped crying again, I asked her what was wrong. What did she mean by what she said? She said, "Oh daddy, I'm so ashamed", and then, haltingly, began to tell me what had happened to her two weeks ago. I played ignorant, not letting on I knew all about it. That might seem cruel, making her relive it when I could have saved her the time, but I felt it was important to get her to talk. I still could not let her know I had seen her "shame". I might have lost her forever if I let her know that. She told it straight down the line, even about how she could not stop the orgasms. She cried as she told me how hard she had tried to keep her body from responding, but she just could not help it. As she talked, I began to realize that she thought she was a slut and a whore because her body had responded.

I explained very carefully how it was possible for a male who knew what they were doing to make a female have an orgasm whether she wanted to or not. I told her that did not make her a slut. I told her that she had been raped, and that nothing her body did after she said no changed that. I spent a lot of time holding her, letting her know she was loved, that not all men were like that, and that it was not her fault. After quite awhile, she began to believe me. Then I started to work on the other problem.

"Cindi, you need to stop blaming Amy for what happened to you".

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are, honey. I am so proud of you for protecting her, and I will always love you in a special way for what you sacrificed to protect her, but she had nothing to do with it and it was not her fault. You have been being mean to her because they used threatening her to get you to cooperate, and you blame her for that. It's not fair". Her eyes got very big, and she said, "Am I really doing that?" We talked it out for a while, and then we just cuddled for quite awhile, with her on my lap, her head on my shoulder, and our arms around each other. I thought she had gone to sleep; she was so relaxed in my arms.

When the front door opened, Cindi immediately sat up as Amy walked in. I saw Amy's eyes open wide as she saw Cindi sitting in my lap, so obviously the opposite from the way she had been lately. Then Cindi jumped up, ran over to Amy, threw her arms around her in a tight hug, and started crying.

"Oh, god, Amy, I'm so sorry, I've been so mean to you, I love you so much, please forgive me, I know it wasn't your fault, I'm sorry". She kept asking her to forgive her and saying she was sorry. Amy looked at me over Cindi's shoulder, confusion in her eyes, and mouthed to me "what??" I mouthed back "just go with it", and she shrugged her shoulders and hugged Cindi back, telling her it was ok, she loved her too. Then they went into the other room together, and I slumped back down on the couch, breathing a big sigh of relief, totally exhausted. I knew we, and Cindi, were not out of the woods yet. One hour or two of talking was not going to solve all of Cindi's problems, but at least, for the first time since I saw that movie, I was beginning to have hope.

A few months after our wedding, Victoria announced she was pregnant. We were both delighted! The joy was compounded when the doctor announced a few months later that it was twins! Our joy overflowed on the day she gave birth to beautiful twin girls.

On the day in question, the girls were 13 years old. It was obvious when you saw them that they were not identical twins. In fact, it was hard to tell that they were twins at all. Cindi, the oldest by 15 minutes, was 5' 1", 90 lbs soaking wet, long blond hair, small breasts, and beautiful deep blue eyes. Amy is 5' 4", 108 lbs, and is the almost perfect image of her mother, with the same long black hair, small breasts and stunning green eyes. Their personalities were very different also. Both were so smart it was scary. Victoria and I are very smart, but we look like dummies next to these two. Cindi was quiet, very serious, and very emotional. She cried about everything. Weddings, funerals, birthdays, movies, happy, sad, didn't matter - she cried if it was emotional. Amy, on the other had, is happy go lucky, adventuresome, always cheerful. After babyhood, I do not think I ever saw her cry until she was 13 years old. Both girls were outgoing and popular, and even in their early teen years, were just the sweetest things you would ever want to be around. I would sit around wondering when they were going to turn into the monsters at 13 that all teens seem to become, but it still had not happened. They would help around the house without being asked, and generally took care of their dad very well. That is good because Victoria has always traveled a lot as part of her job. Many of our friends jokingly ask if we wanted to trade children, ours were so sweet.

As early as I can remember, both of the girls were adamant that they were going to be cheerleaders. And starting as soon as they could apply, they were. Both were very pretty, and being popular, it meant that there were always numerous very pretty and, for 13-14 years olds, very sexy young girls running around the house all the time, in various stages of dress and undress. For whatever reason, Victoria and I were the most popular parents of all the cheerleaders, and combined with the popularity of our girls, our house was always full. Not that we minded. We loved kids, and the girls were mostly very sweet and well behaved, with one big exception. They loved to try to embarrass me with their attitudes about dress. It was not unusual to walk into a room and find several pretty, young teenaged girls in tee shirts and panties (on a few occasions minus the tee shirts!) sitting on the floor talking. Of course, this always resulted in squeals (theirs, not mine!) and giggles as they ran for the bedroom. My two were not as bad or as obvious, but they often played along too. Of course, the next day they would do it again, so I knew it was a game. Or, when taking a shower, they would "forget" their clothes and have to run giggling through the house in their panties and, sometimes, bras. Again, since my wife traveled a lot, it was usually just me around. The times when it happened when Victoria was around, she thought it was cute and just as funny as the girls did. Then she would mock scold them about how it was not nice to tease me, all the while smiling at them. Predictably, they giggled.

Although I recognized that all of the girls were very pretty, their antics never really bothered me any. I knew my girls were stunningly beautiful, and their friends were almost as pretty. All right, as a dad, I am not exactly unbiased, but they really were. The point is that it never bothered me because I was just not into young girls sexually. Ok, I am not dead - some of the prettier and more developed of them I would notice and maybe get a hard-on at the time (boy, they really giggled at that and turned the prettiest shades of red) but there was never even a thought of being attracted to them. Cindi and Amy had always been very affectionate, and still were at 13. Hardly a day would go by that they did not sit in my lap or cuddle up next to me and tell me they loved me. They did the same with Victoria when she was around. Often they would fall asleep like that, watching a movie. After a while, some of their friends started cuddling with me also, particularly a little cutie named Katie. She had just moved into town about a year before. Her dad was not around, and I got the impression that she was never close to him anyway. Actually, I got the impression she hated his guts and was glad he was not around. I guess I was a substitute. The first time she cuddled with me and called me daddy surprised me, but I was very touched also. She was so embarrassed she turned bright red, but was relieved when I told her it was ok. I really got to like Katie a lot, and she became almost like another daughter to me. Of course, I was close to all the girls in the group, but Katie was special to me. For some reason, Cindi and Amy were never close to Katie, even though she was really sweet and nice, but they had no objection to her being close to me or calling me daddy. They just always seemed rather reserved around her. They once implied that Katie was rumored to be loose with boys, but clammed up when I tried to find out more and never referred to it again. She was about 5', 90 lbs, long blond hair, small breasts, and actually looked much more like Cindi's twin than Amy did. You could even mistake one for the other if you saw them from behind. People who had never met the group before and knew there was a set of twins in the group usually assumed it was Cindi and Katie.

One summer day, I was at home, having taken the day off work. I had been working a lot of long hours, and needed a break. Victoria was out of town (again!) and I thought it would be nice to have Cindi and Amy come home to a parent instead of an empty house once in awhile. At 13, they were old enough to take care of themselves (better than I could take care of myself!), but still, I should be around sometimes. Besides, something was going on with the girls that I was worried about, and I wanted to take some time to think about it.

Cindi and Amy had always been best friends as well as sisters. They seldom went anywhere without the other. They even had to be cheerleaders together. They seemed to always be in tune with what the other was thinking or feeling. Even when they were young, they never fought. They played together, shared things, and just got along great. Cindi, being the "oldest", was fiercely protective of Amy, and they always covered each other's backs in anything they did. Therefore, I was particularly concerned that the last two weeks they had been fighting quite often. Since they had always been so good about working things out, I had not been interfering, hoping it would resolve itself. I was petrified that my sweet, wonderful girls were finally turning into the teenage monsters so common among our acquaintances. Even the other girls had noticed the tension occasionally and seemed to be a little uncomfortable at times.

I had noticed that it was always Cindi that started the fights, and usually about stupid things that had never been a problem before. Ok, I will admit, and everyone knew, that if I had a favorite, it was Amy, because she looked so much like her mom. I loved Cindi dearly, and I do not think I ever showed favoritism, but we all knew it was there. No one, including Cindi, minded - they were treated equally; she just knew that Amy was special to me and Cindi thought it was cool. I say this to make the point that I was sure I was not just blaming it on Cindi - I had observed several times when they did not know I was listening to what was happening. Amy, being as laid back as she was, pretty much remained cool about it, but I could tell she was as confused as I was. I was also disturbed that over the last two weeks Cindi had stopped cuddling with me, was not sitting on my lap anymore and in fact seemed to be avoiding all physical contact with me. I had known that the degree of contact with the girls would inevitable begin to taper off as they got older, but I was not ready for it yet, and I assumed it would occur slowly, not to this radical degree. I was wondering if I had done something wrong, but neither of the girls had ever shown much reticence to bring it to my attention if I had done something stupid. Something was definitely wrong.

I was sitting in the living room thinking about all of this and wondering what to do about it, if anything, when I heard something drop through the mail slot. When I went to check on it, I found a package lying on the floor. Whoever had pushed it through was long gone by the time I went to look. When I opened it, I found a video tape. There was no title, no note, nothing indicating what it was or whom it was from. Being curious, bored, and at a dead end as to what to do about the girls, I turned on the TV, put the tape in, and started watching it. I was very shocked by what I saw, and my life changed forever in that moment. For what I saw was my pretty, sweet daughter Cindi, being gang date raped by three guys she knew, one of which was her boyfriend.

           Patricia spotted her cousin in the distance and let out a squeal. Nicolas spotted her at the same time. Rushing towards her, he enveloped Patricia in a tight hug. Patricia was surprised at the quick jolt of sensation traveled through her body.Â

 “What the hell was that?” She mused to herself. Dismissing the feeling as jetlag and a six month lack of sex, Pat held her cousin at arm’s length to examine him.

 “Well, do I pass?” He jokingly asked.Â

She answered to herself, “and then some”. But to him she said, “You’ll do.”

Nicolas stood about 5’11, almost 6 feet. Pat liked to tease him about the missing inch. He was a light coffee color with hazel eyes set deep in his head. With a hard pronounced chin and a full bottom lip, he could only be described as handsome. At 34, he naturally maintained a body that was not chiseled but defined and muscular.  When he smiled, he had one dimple on his left cheek that drove women crazy. Nicolas was adopted by Pat’s uncle when he was 2 and Pat was still a baby. They were raised practically as brother and sister instead of cousins.  As they caught up, Pat began to note different things about Nicolas that she never did before.  Like how his low-cut hair now registered one or two strands of gray. And how he had gained a little weight in five years but somehow, they worked on him.

 “When did he become so delicious?” Immediately, Pat admonished herself for her train of thought. “You ought to be ashamed!”

“Well, you ready to go?” Nicolas wrapped his arm around Pat’s waist and steered her towards the exit. Pat took the opportunity to wrap her arm around his waist. As he walked his body just rippled with muscles. Pat’s fingers started to tingle with every movement. She secretly inhaled his scent. He smelled of fresh air and Drakkar, her favorite cologne that she had sent to him for Christmas. Her body was tuned to his, becoming alive with excitement. Pat kept up a constant montage to herself as they walked.

“Get it together, girl!” “Get focused!” “Stop thinking about his body!” But it did not help.

           Nicolas drove to his house on

           From the kitchen, a voice was softly singing along with a Joe song. “Okay, she can sing, I will give her that, but nothing else!” Pat thought to herself. Nicolas ushered her into the kitchen just in time to hear an amazing high note at the end of the song. Andie had her back to them, singing strong into a big wooden spoon splattered with bbq sauce. Clearing his throat, Nicolas cringed when Andie whipped around with a screech. “Nicky! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Andie was 5’4, blond, blue-eyed, with an oval face and pointed chin. At first glance, she seemed unremarkable. She was what some considered pudgy. But those are the ones who could not see the hourglass figure, the obviously feminine shape. Her hair was straightened and hung past her shoulders. Unremarkable. But then she smiled. When she smiled, her eyes lightened to a sky blue color and seemed to sparkle. Her face glowed and she became quite pretty. Then she ran to Nicky and threw her arms around him. Pat could only stare with her mouth open as Andie turned around and displayed a large, perfectly round, apple-bottom ass. Pat, who has never had a homosexual feeling, could only say “Damn!” Nicky hugged Andie and lightly smacked her ass, while looking at Pat as if to say “Yea baby, look at this fat ass!” Pat turned her head, holding in her smile. Nicky turned Andie around and introduced them. “Andie, this ugly hag here is my most favorite cousin I will ever have, Pat. Pat, this parasite attached to my neck is my girlfriend, Andie.”  Nicky ducked as both women lunged at him. Pat stuck her hand out, “nice to meet you.”  Andie ignored the hand and engulfed Pat in a surprisingly tight bear hug. Andie did not talk, she gushed, “I am so happy to finally meet you. Nicky talks about you all the time; he measures all women to you. I do believe that the only reason we are together is because I remind him of you.” Try as she might, Pat could not help but to like Andie, she had such a bright outlook and attitude that made her want to smile. Pat was given the bedroom across the hall from the bathroom on the second floor. Because of only one bathroom on this floor, they had to share. She was jetlagged and wanted to take a nap.

           Two hours later, Pat woke up groggy and disoriented, at first she did not know where she was. When she remembered where she was, she began to hear noises coming from the bathroom. At first it was a soft whispering, and then it was a low moan. Curious, Pat opened her door to investigate. The door to the bathroom was open just a crack. Pat crept to the door and pushed it open slightly. Just in time to see Nicky’s dick disappear into Andie’s mouth. Andie was on her knees, while Nicky was sitting on the toilet, laid back against the seat. Both were naked. Pat wanted to leave but was frozen, she had to look. Nicky had his head back; his eyes were closed and he was starting to moan louder. Apparently, Andie knew what she was doing. Pat watched as his stomach muscles clenched at a particularly strong suck. Then Andie pulled his thick member out of her mouth and started licking the tip. His cock was about 8 inches long, darker than the rest of him, with a thick mushroom head. The head was shiny with saliva. Pat’s mouth watered and her hands itched to touch and taste that cock. Andie shifted on her knees to get a better position. Pat’s eyes traveled to her luscious bottom. Lightly tanned and firm, Andie’s ass moved slightly up and down as she gobbled his member, giving Pat a peek of a smooth mound glistening with wetness. Pat felt her own pussy heating at the sight.Â

           Pat had to relieve herself. She closed the bathroom door silently and went back to her room. She did not even make it to the bed before she had two fingers rubbing on her clit. Her pussy was wet, making her fingers glide easily. Stripping down, she lay naked on the bed, teasing her clit with her thumb while two fingers went into her pussy. She wet the fingers of her other hand and smeared her juices on her nipples. She lightly pinched and pulled on her nipple while moving two fingers smoothly inside her heated hole. She spread her legs wide, and began to work her finger in and out of her love hole. She was working her pussy so hard that she did not notice the door opening.Â

           Strong fingers grasped Pat’s wrist and slowly removed her fingers from her pussy. Pat opened her eyes to see Nicky bring her hand to his mouth. He licked his tongue and caught her juices that dripped from her fingers. Pat could only stare and gasp as he slid her finger in his mouth and sucked hard on it. “AAAAAaHHHH!” When he had licked her fingers clean, he dipped his finger into her wetness and saturated it. He held his finger out. Andie leaned over Pat and cleaned Nicky’s fingers with her mouth. Pat, still dumbfounded, looked from one to the other, trying to get her mind to create words. Finally after swallowing a few times, she squeaked out , “What…. How……When?” Nicky chuckled and answered, “Let’s do this backwards. The when is when Andie saw you and said you were one of the sexiest women she has ever met and that she wanted to taste your pussy. The how is that we set up that little episode in the bathroom for you, hoping you would join us. The what is that I want to bury myself in your very hot, very wet pussy while Andie sits on your face. How bout it?”

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"Stupid tree-huggers, when will they ever learn?" the Logger says, and laughs as they move over to cut down the tree.

That bastard, he'll never respect nature like he should, I think, and suddenly hear a voice from behind me.

"Cassandra, if you want to stop them, follow the sound of my voice," it says in a strange, femminine way. I look around, not seeing anyone else, I head deeper into the forest.

I follow the strange voice deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally I reach a cave, when I enter, I see a large pool of water at one end with a beautiful waterfall.

Seated on a rock below the waterfall was a beautiful woman, she had long brown hair that cascaded over her body, but that barely covered her nudity, she had breasts that had to be at least 36D, huge compared to my meager B-cup, and a neatly trimmed pussy with only a short strip of pubic hair.

"Isn't it kind of dangerous to hang around here naked?" I ask, not seeing any clothing around.

"True, but I find clothing too, unnatural," the woman says.

"Was it you that was calling to me?" I ask, recognizing the voice.

"Yes, I am Gaea, the Goddess of Nature," the woman says, and I gasp.

A Goddess? What's she doing here? I think. "How do I know your what you say?"

The woman sighs, and makes a motion, from the woods emerges a silver wolf, who kneels before her.

"This is a special wolf, his name is Felix, he's my trusted companion and pet," Gaea says. "I have seen how much you want for revenge for how humans have destroyed nature, and I am going to give you a chance."

"How?" I ask.

"I am ready to start over, but to do that, I must give those humans who deserve it, the ability to spread the seed of the beast," Gaea says. "Once infected, any human becomes an animal. And then the world can start anew. Are you willing to do this, Cassandra? You certainly seem worthy enough."

"I'll do anything," I say, and Gaea nods.

"Felix will help you," she says, and vanishes.

Felix looks at me, I shudder, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Are you really willing to do this?" He asks in a voice that is more like a growl.

"Yes, I'll do anything," I say.

"Then remove your human clothing, you no longer have a need for them," he says, and I nod, stripping off my clothing, revealing my small breasts and shaven pussy. "Now, get on your hands and knees, girl!"

He's gonna fuck me doggie-style, I think, and then remember that of course he's a wolf, so that comes natural for him. I do as he says, as I bend over, he positions himself behind me, pressing his huge cock right at my pussy.

"Last chance, human," Felix growls.

"Do it," I say to him. I let out a scream as he rams into my pussy with his cock, but it soon turns into a moan of pleasure as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me, his claws piercing my skin as I feel him thrust even harder into me.

I hadn't ever really been turned on by the thought of being fucked by a man, it seemed weird, but this seemed more, natural, more enjoyable, despite the fact that it was a little painfull as his huge wolf cock penetrates my tight pussy.

The more he thrusts into me, the more I feel a burning. It starts in my pussy, and then spreads to every inch of my body. When he finally cums deep into my pussy, I actually howl instead of scream.

He pulls out, and dissapears into the forest, leaving me retching.

I look down at my hands in shock, my fingers where shrinking into little stubs as I fall to my hands and feet as my bones rearrange into the skeleton of a wolf. Fur grow from every pore of my body except my pussy, and my tailbone elongates to form a tail. My nose and mouth fuse together to form a snout, and my teeth elongate, forming fangs. My ears move up my head and become more pointed, I hold my head back and let out a howl.

Gone is the human, all that remains is the beast, and she will reign in this forest forevermore.

A few days later, back in the logging camp, Sean is sitting at a campfire with some of the workers.

"Hey, we haven't seen that Cassandra bitch in days, I wonder where she went off to," one of the workers says.

"Not to mention half of the other workers," another says.

"Ahh, who cares, she's not around to bug us about the trees, and there's a few less men to pay," Sean says, and stands up, heading towards the forest. "I gotta go take a piss, be back in a few."

I've been hiding in the forest for the past few days, sneaking into the camp only to take some of the loggers and make them into wolves, the chief servants of Gaea.

Now I see Sean standing by a tree, unzipping his pants, and relieving himself, I wait for a second to let him finish, and then pounce, knocking the company man to the ground. I tear off his clothing with my long sharp claws, and grin in my wolvish way.

"Still want me, bastard?" I say, and his eyes widen.

"Cassandra?" He gasps, and I impale myself on his now hard cock.

I thrust onto him harder and harder, hearing him grunt and groan I laugh.

"Its payback, you bastard, payback from nature, soon you shall serve Mother Gaea!" I say, and feel him cum deep inside me while I let out a howl, soon he joins me, and a new wolf howls at night.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

They went into the master bedroom and Ashley grabbed a shoebox from under her bed and opened it up to what she said was 7 grand in assorted bills.  Annie asked for $300 to which Ashley said was kind of alot.  As Ashley sat on the bed Annie fell to the floor at her feet literally begging for the money.  I want you to kiss my feet for me you fat bitch, Ashley ordered.  Will you give me the money if I do what you want?, Annie asked her little sister.   I'll tell you what...the clock is now 12:15.  If you do my bidding for one hour I'll give you $400.  Annie quickly agreed raised her little sisters leg and started laying kisses all over it.  That's it you ugly blond cow...you're my little bitch now aren't you? Ashley asked.  Annie moaned yes and put her sister's big toe in her mouth sucking it like giving a blow job.  Her eyes were staring at Ashley's crotch.  Ashley saw it and spread her legs while running a hand down to cup her box.   You like staring between my legs big sister? Ashley asked and Annie ran her tongue up the length of her little sisters foot.   So how does it feel to be ugly, fat and 40 now compared to me being sexy as ever and only 36?   Annie didn't say anything but looked over at the clock to see only 3 minutes had passed.   Get up and close the door and then I won't you right back here where you're at Ashley told Annie.

In a second she was back at her feet.  Kiss your way up my legs leg licker.  When we were young girls and you bullied me I always swore that I'd get revenge on you and today is the summit of it all.  I took your husband and now I have you.  Annie was at Ashley's knee now licking it it and kissing it.  You like my pretty tanned legs slut? Ashley questioned her.  Yes I do alot to which Ashley countered suck on them then and Annie did on the insides of her thighs again staring directly at her sisters crotch area for her to see.  Ashley reached down unbuttoned her tight shorts and then unzipped.  Annie stopped sucking and stared.   Take them off whore Ashley demanded raising her ass in the air.  Annie was then told to remove her red satin panties to which she promptly did.   Ashley stood up then and went across the room and sat in a low cushioned chair closer to the floor than her bed.

Annie crawled over to her as she threw each of her long tanned legs over each arm of the chair.  You gonna be a good big sister and lick my hot snatch?  Oh God yes I've wanted to do this for so long Annie moaned.  Ashley's vagina was a perfect triangle of dark black pubes all over it.  She had a real big clit and her mound was really the only thing even close to fat about her.  Mike came in me before he went to work so here's what I want you to do...put your hands behind your back and lay your head here on my thigh.  Annie did and then Ashley continued...tell me what you think about having your face between your little sister's legs?  I love it Ashley...please let me suck it for you...I promise to make you feel real good.  Ashley wrapped her hand around Annie's hair and head and then guided it to her steaming cunt.  Yeah suck that hairy pussy of mine you little dyke...does my pussy taste good sister dear?  Annie moaned yes and then got deep enough in it where she was extracting her ex-husband Mike's cum.  Run your hot tongue all up and down my wet crack.  Oh yeah that feels so fucking good now let me stand up.

Ashley stood before Annie on her knees with her hands still folded behind her back.  Holding her big sisters head she fed her furry twat to Annie's hungry mouth.  Yeah bitch...eat my hairy pussy good...just like that.  Ashley humped her beaver back and forth in her sister's mouth and then threw a leg up on a counter.  Oh I love seeing you munch on my muffin.   Suck that hot pussy good while I grind my wet hole all over your face.  Annie gasped for air and blurted out I want you to sit on my face.  

Little sister Ashley had Annie lay on the carpet on her back and then said give me your hands as she straddled her sisters neck region and pinned her big sisters arms above her head.  Now I'm gonna ride your face while you suck on my dripping cooche real good.  Yeah that's it...suck your sisters hot hairy pussy real good...and I'm gonna absolutely drown your face in my cum.  You wanna drink all my hot pussy juice baby?  Annie moaned an audible yes to which Ashley started rolling her twat in circles on her face and then started humping up and down.  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...this is it...chew on those pussy lips...that's it, that's it...now suck on my clit real good...yeah! attack it!...I'm cumming, Oh I'm cumming...lick it all up and drink it you fat bitch!  Annie's mouth was wide and sucking deleriously on her fat clit.  A hot torrent of pussy nectars gushed into her mouth and then all over her face.  Ashley kept Annie's head in a vice with her legs for minutes as she came all over her face.  Then Ashley commanded Annie to follow her to the bathroom.

In the bathroom Annie was again on her knees as Ashley stood by the commode.  Ashley wiped alot of sweat and whatever else off the inside of her legs and then stuck her fingers in her gash and had Annie suck  her fingers clean.  Then Ashley spent said I have to pee and Annie begged please make me drink your hot piss.  Ashley had her lay down in the bathtub and squatted her hairy pussy over her face and told her suck my bushy pussy...here comes...yeah bitch drink all that piss...don't spill a drop.  That's right.  When we're done with this our oldest sister Irma is stopping by and your gonna give her some cunnilingus too.  Fuck what the clock says.

 

But I am getting ahead of myself. To really understand my situation, you have to know me and what lead up to me on my knees in a moon lit park. Let me explain.

 

My sister Julie and I are identical twins in body mind and spirit. We both stand 5’ 6” and weigh 105 lbs. We both have the same figure, with the measurements of 30-inch chest with size b cup breasts with nipples that even make themselves known under a bra and blouse. A 21 inch waist and around our ass we come in at 27 inches with long slender legs.

 

Our faces entertain the same voice, eyes, ears, button nose and a mouth circled by soft narrow lips. We have the same hair texture that is dirty blonde in color. At one time I kept my hair shorter than hers, but for reasons that will become known, I now have it the same length.

 

People say that twins will experience the same feelings at times. I don’t know if it is true with other identical twins but in our case it is true.

 

At times I will suddenly become sad or upset or even depressed and burst into tears for no apparent reason and later find out that Julie went through some emotional experience during the day.

 

Not to sound conceded but I know by the way guys look and stare at my sister that we have beautiful bodies.

 

As with all twins, no matter how identical they may appear, there is always something different about them. This is even true in our case.

 

The difference between my sister Julie and I involves gender! She is all girl with a beautiful bald pussy. I on the other hand am all girl except that I have a bald crotch with a four-inch cock when hard and two balls to go with it. I think that when we were being given our genes inside Moms womb, Dads contribution fell very short.

 

To top it off, my own body doesn’t know what to do with my out of place male organs. When soft, they disappear inside my groin as if to say, “ I am not really here.” 

 

They will pull up in me to the point where my hairless crotch will look like my sisters pussy lips. Talk about being really fucked up. My mind tells me that I am a girl at times and then will later remind me that I am a guy.

 

When I started growing breast it began to pose a problem for me at school so I began to wear a workout bra or tights to keep them hidden under baggy shirts.

 

My mom took me to the doctor one time when I was sick with the flue and while she was out of the room I asked him about my growing breasts. He told me that some young boys do experience it but that they go away eventually.

 

I asked him not to tell my mom and he complied with my request. Every morning I would get up and wrap myself and wear baggy clothes and I kept it a secret even with my family.

 

When it came to attending gym class in school I would have my gym clothes on under my other clothes and would just pull them off and then redress after class.

 

When the gym teacher began to dock my grade for not taking a shower so I found reasons to talk my parents in letting me home school.

 

So in the seventh grade I left school and was able to avoid problems I would have encountered. Thus my breasts remained my secret.

 

Mom and Dad both worked and so during the day I was the only one home and given certain chores to do such as laundry, mowing the lawn, cleaning the bathrooms in the house and other household chores. I would also help get my two younger sisters off to school. 

 

One day I was cleaning Julie’s bathroom and picking up her laundry to wash it, I began to wonder how I would look in her clothes; after all I knew we had the same body.

 

I undressed and started putting on her clothes. As soon as I slid on her silk panties I changed. The feel of them sliding up my legs and thighs and then over my butt was like nothing I felt before.

 

Next I put her bra, skirt and blouse on. I stood and looked I the mirror turning to see every angle. I even lifted my skirt and turned so see what others would if the short skirt failed to conceal me. I was a girl in every way and no one would be able to tell.

 

I felt alive, sexy, and so complete as if my body and all my senses were in harmony. Released from the male bonds, not forced to feel a different way then I was meant to feel. God I was as sexy as my sister!

 

I thought about putting on make up but decided to avoid it thinking that if anyone came home I would be harder to change back into myself.

 

Everyday when everyone left the house I would go upstairs and change clothes and become Julie. I would dress in her sexy mini skirts or shorts. Putting on different outfit each day. All day long I was this sexy girl going about my chores.

 

That’s all I could think about! Getting everyone out of the house and running upstairs to change clothes.

 

I even grew my hair long like hers. During the day I would wear it down and the illusion became more complete.

 

When I had to be myself I would pull it into a ponytail, which was more masculine, and the guys in the neighborhood thought I was kewl. Dad did not like my long hair but he tolerated it but not without his comments.

 

I started feeling confined in the house so I started taking walks around the block.

 

I even became bold enough to walk down to the shopping mall during the day dressed like her to pick up a few items. No one noticed, just accepting me as a woman. The guys would give me the same looks I knew they would give my sister and would even flirt with me.

 

At times I would go into clothing stores and try on girl clothes being helped by saleswomen with out being suspected.

 

Weekends and evenings I would dress like myself and hang out with my friends in the neighborhood.

 

My sister’s life was in full swing, popular with the boys and envied by the girls because of her beauty.

 

When Julie became a cheerleader I was so excited for her.

 

When she went to the school dances I could almost see myself there.

 

I started living my life through hers. Each day I would listen intently to the details about her day.

 

Julie and I would talk for hours each night and no doubt about it we were not just identical in looks but also in mind and spirit. We shared the same feelings on everything.

 

The only thing I didn’t tell her was that I was dressing up in her clothes and becoming her during the day.

 

When Julie started high school, she began struggling with her grades and was about to be removed from cheerleading till she brought them up.

 

I on the other hand was very good at school, probably due to not having the distractions of a social life at school.

 

I began to formulate a plan on how to bring her grades up and allow me to have some kind of interchange with the people in her life.

 

The plan I came up with was for me to tutor Julie on her homework at night. Then on days when she had tests I would attend her classes dressed like her and take her tests. Then meet somewhere and make the switch back.

 

When I told her of my plan she at first was shocked and then laughed hysterically. I then realized she had never really known how identical we were.

 

After she recovered she began to look at me, at every detail of my face and features.

 

Suddenly she got up and went to her room and she began to pull out some clothes that she had doubles of. As I walked into her room she said to me as she turned and looked at me with a perplexed look on her face.

 

“ Ok, Kacy show me how this will work.” Julie said handing me the clothes mockingly.

 

“ Alright, I will be back I a couple minutes.” I said.

 

God this was so exciting, I was finally letting her in on my secret. A secret I wanted to tell her so many times. My stomach was in knots hoping this wasn’t the end of our really close friendship.

 

“ Try on the red mini with the white blouse first. But if they don’t fit don’t force them on.” Julie said with a tone of amusement in her voice.

 

I went to my room and began to get changed. I pulled on a pair of her panties, which fit perfectly and then pulled off the workout bra that hid my breasts. It felt good to release my tits from the under the workout bra and into her bra that formed around my breasts.

 

After fastening it I pulled the top on and then stepped into the red skirt she had given me and slid it up over my hips and fastened it. I brushed out the wrinkles in my skirt and then took my hair out of the ponytail and brushed it. It was the same length as hers. I made the final adjustments and went to Julie’s room.

 

As I opened the door and walked in she turned to look and froze!

 

She just stood there speechless staring. I stopped breathing not sure what she was thinking.

 

I think that’s the first time I have ever seen her unable to say a word and the first time I was not able to read her thoughts.

 

Out of my baggy jeans and loose fitting shirt with my breasts sticking out, her tight fitting clothes showed every curve of my body, a body that I had kept hidden from her as well as the rest of the world.

 

When she did move she walked slowly over to me with her mouth stuck open and not taking her eyes off of me, not even blinking.

 

Julie circled me tugging here and tucking something in there. Then she grabbed my breasts and drew back realizing they were real!

 

“ No Way! Kacy those are real!” she finally stammered. 

 

“ Yes they are.” I said in a shy voice.

 

I walked over to the mirror with her following in disbelief as if she had been duplicated in some mold. She stood in silence not believing her eyes.

 

Finally I couldn’t take the silence anymore so I asked,

 

“ Well what do you think?” my nerves on edge.

 

“ Well, we will have to do something with your hair, hum, also some make up and your finger and toe nails.”

 

I could tell Julie had recovered from her shock because the look of shock had taken on a look of amusement.

 

Julie ushered me to the bathroom and went to work washing my hair, styling it.

 

Then she went to work on my make up applying some eye shadow, mascara and lipstick.

 

I sat there and watched as my features came to life in the reflection staring back at me. I began feel as if I was really Julie.

 

She told me every detail about her day and reviewed the details about everyone we had talked about so many times, the other kids, her boyfriend, others that flirted with her, teachers at her school and even the seat she sat in her classes and at lunch every day.

 

After doing my nails and toes she had me stand in front of her as she looked critically at every detail.

 

Finally stood there just looking. She shook her head in disbelief.

 

“ Kacy, My god I can’t believe my eyes! I never knew you looked like me and those breasts! That’s why you wear those baggy clothes isn’t it?” Julie whispered under her breath reaching out squeezing my breasts in silence for a long minute to check again to make sure they were real.

 

“ Yes they are real, Julie. That’s why I made excuses to be home schooled. Hell Mom and Dad don’t even know! You are the first one to know.” I said breaking the silence again.

 

Suddenly she began to laugh and laugh so hard she started to cry and backed up to sat on the bed, just staring pointing at me. After she recovered, wiping the tears from her eyes she smiled and looked at me and with amusement in her voice said,

 

“ There is more to being a girl than just looking like one. So lets put it to the test. Tonight when Mom and Dad call us for dinner you will go in my place and I will go dressed like you. If we pass this test then there is no question that you can fool them at school.”

 

“ Oh no way Julie! Lets not start with our family.” I said in shock.

 

“ We have too Kacy! If we can’t face them then we won’t be able to face anyone else!”

 

I wanted to tell her about my dressing like her and going to the store but then I stopped myself. I didn’t want to tell her because I was still afraid that if this didn’t work out she would really think me a freak or something. And she was right, so I reluctantly agreed.

 

“Julie! Can you come here I need help with dinner!” Mom’s voice came from downstairs.

 

I began to freak out. Could I pull it off? Its one thing to fool strangers and dress like this when no one was home.

 

What would they say if they found me out, I mean look at me dressed like a girl! I decided that if they did find me out that I would tell them that we were just messing around.

 

“ Be right down Mom!” Julie yelled back with a mischievous smile that infused confidence in me.

 

“ Ok Kacy girl, lets do it!” slapping me on the ass as I walked through the door. I could hear her laughing as I walked down the stairs.

 

At first I was quiet, keeping my answers short and to the point not wanting to give myself away.

 

“ You’re a bit preoccupied tonight Julie. Is everything ok?” Mom asked as I pulled the roast out of the oven.

 

“ Oh be careful! Don’t burn yourself! Here, let me do that you go set the table.” Grabbing the potholders out of my hand.

 

With every word my confidence grew. I went to the cabinet and pulled out the plates and grabbed the silverware and went to the dinning room table where Dad was sitting and reading some report.

 

Ok I said to myself, now what about Dad?

 

I walked behind him and bent down and kissed him on the top of his head.

 

“ Hi Daddy!” I whispered in his ear. He reached his arm around me and pulled me in for a quick hug pressing my chest against his head.

 

“ Hey sugar! How was your day?” he asked.

 

“ Good, we practiced a new cheer and it’s going to be a fun one to do.”

 

“ I hope you’re doing something about your grades Julie or you won’t be doing any cheers.” Dad said not even looking up from his report.

 

“ I am working on it Daddy more than anyone knows!” I said.

 

“ Oh remember me telling you about Brian?” changing the subject, “ well he asked me to go with him to the homecoming dance next week. I told him yes. You don’t mind do you Daddy?” GOD! I couldn’t believe I was caring on a conversation with him and he didn’t even suspect that I was Tom his son!

 

“ Did you talk to your Mom about it?” he said just as Mom walked in the room with the roast.

 

“ No she didn’t!” Mom said in a pouting voice.

 

Then looking at me she grinned and said, “ Go get the vegetables Julie. You have been dating him for a while now, haven’t you! When are we going to meet him dear?”

 

“ Soon Mom I promise! Daddy you’ll like him!” I responded, and that lead to a lot of girl talk between us. I was so glad I had remembered all the conversations I had had with Julie.

 

Dad just sat there shaking his head.

 

“ I don’t think I will like any guy you date Julie.” Dad said half to himself.

 

Then Julie came walking in to the dinning room and plopped herself into the chair.

 

“ Hey Dad, could you look at the lawn mower. It wouldn’t start for me today. That’s why the lawn wasn’t mowed.” She said matter of factly.

 

She looked just like me. She sat just like I usually did.

 

She was wearing one of my shirts and had wrapped her chest so as to hide her breast like I do.

 

She was wearing my favorite blue jeans with holes all over them.

 

Dad looked Julie and said “ Didn’t I tell you Kasy to throw those jeans away? Look at them, they are full of holes! You look like you’re dressed in rags. What is it with the kids today? You should pay more attention to your appearance like your sister Julie. And you need a haircut! By the way young lady” looking at me, “ your skirts are getting to short! You better watch that. You might think about letting your Mom help you lower the hem on them.”

 

Mom piped in from the other room, “ Oh honey there is nothing wrong with her skirts. She looks beautiful and you know it. And I like Toms hair.”

 

“ Oh she looks beautiful alright and the problem is that she is showing too much. Pretty soon she won’t be able to hide her under pants. In fact I would be surprised if they don’t show when you sit down or bend over.” Dad said eyeing me up and down.

 

The doorbell rang and dad got up. “ I’ll get it but don’t think this subject is closed young lady.”

 

Dad came walking back in the room with Brian strolling behind him.

 

“ Julie, Brian’s here to see you.” Dad announced

 

Julie was right! He was good looking and about 6’3” and well built. Oh god now what! I started to freeze up.

 

“ Has he had anything to eat?” Mom asked then turned to me saying, “ He can set where Tom normally sits next to you and Kasy can pull up another chair next to him. Julie go grab another table setting quickly, come on girl move it! Come! Come! Dinner is getting cold!”

 

I ran and grabbed another plate and set of silverware and glass and placed it on the table.

 

Brian came over and produced a rose from behind his back and handed it to me.

 

“ Wow, Brian I think your trying to get in good with my mom and dad.” I said recovering.

 

His arms went around my waist I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

 

“ UMMMM- UMMMM” dad cleared his throat. I walked over to my chair and Brian followed and held the chair while I sat down. Then he went and sat down next to me.

 

Julie sat down next to Brian and just looked at me and grinned. It was as if she wanted to start laughing at my predicament.

 

We ate dinner and all talked and laughed Mom and Dad enjoying conversing with Brian. Throughout the meal everyone seemed to enjoy teasing me.

 

Julie also got into the act “ So Brian, what do you think about Julies blouse and skirt? Dad thinks she shows to much of her breasts and legs.”

 

 My head was spinning. What was she trying to do to me?

 

“ Oh I think your hot Julie and I love the way you dress.” Brian announced as he eyed me up and down.

 

“ See, I told you our daughter is attracting too much attention to herself!” Dad told Mom as he pointed his finger at me.

 

Mom quickly changed the subject detecting my uneasiness.

 

Karen, one of my little sisters spoke up “ Look at her nipples daddy!” then pointed to my breasts from across the table.

 

God I just wanted to die as Dad then focused on my breasts and my nipples and then turned to Karen and told them to eat their vegetables.

 

Dad looked back and looked at me “ I think you and your Mother need to have a talk about your dress and what is modest.”

 

Julie’s smile grew even bigger and bigger as she enjoyed the focus being on me.

 

Under the table I felt his hand on my leg moving around the hem of my skirt inching up. I waited a couple minutes and then gave him a look that told him to “ Stop it!” he had a grin on his face as he then turned his attention to my dad.

 

I reached over and grabbed the platter with the pot roast on it and handed it to him. He had to take his hand off to grab the platter

 

I then put my hand on his leg by his crotch. Wow! What a reaction I got.

 

I felt his cock start to grow. We continued with the foreplay back and forth throughout dinner with Julie looking on and smiling and at times laughing. Everyone would look at her as if wanting her to explain the sudden laugh.

 

“Oh sorry I just remembered something from a show I watched the other day.” And changed the subject but I knew why she was laughing.

 

I got up and helped Mom clear the table because that’s what Julie always did after dinner. While my little sisters left the room to turn on the TV and the guys went to the family room to rub their bellies and moan about how they had eaten too much and how good it was. Thanking Mom as they left the room.

 

From the kitchen we could hear the guys laughing and then silence and then laughter again. Mom noticed me trying to listen in.

 

Mom looked at me and smiled “ Oh go sit with Brian. I will take care of the dishes. He came to see you, not talk to your father and brother. Besides we don’t want to leave them alone to long now do we? Who knows what nonsense they will put in his mind!” 

 

And with that she grabbed me by the waist spun me around and pushed me through the door to the family room smacking my butt.

 

I walked in the family room and Brian was sitting on the love seat facing the fireplace. Dad and Julie were sitting in the chairs on either side of the love seat.

 

The only seat not taken close by was next to Brian. He grabbed my hand and guided me next to him.

 

I sat there aware of how short my skirt was and how I had to really watch how I sat, legs closed and off to the side.

 

Brian put his hand on my lap holding my hand as we chit chatted about school, friends and what was going on at his house. Dad asked him if he was ready for the big home coming game?

 

Julie quizzed him about things pertaining us dating. Damn her she was really enjoying putting me on the spot!

 

My little sisters, Karen and Holly were in and out of the room making kissing expressions in my direction and then running off laughing only to come back and pull their shirts teasing me about my nipples.

 

God I felt so put on the spot because all eyes were on me.

 

Finally Brian asked dad, “ Lets go for a walk Julie. It’s such a nice evening out.”

 

I started to make some lame excuse but he stood up and pulled me up.

 

“Your right Brian,” Julie piped in with a smirk on her face. “ It is a beautiful night and I think it’s a full moon out. Besides all Julie was going to do was play a video game with me.” Then turning to me she said, “ Oh go, you will enjoy the stroll in the moon light Julie!”

 

“ You want to come along Kacy?” I said hoping she would bail me out of this predicament.

 

“No thanks. I think you guys should have some time alone. You don’t need your brother tagging along.” Julie said with a smile directed at me.

 

God I wanted to smack her. She was enjoying this too much!

 

As we walked out the door Dad yelled, “Don’t be gone to long. It is a school night you know!”

 

“Oh I won’t keep her out to long sir. Were just going down to the park and back. I really like your brother Kacy. He’s a funny guy.” Brian said as we closed the door. The moons light was bright.

 

“ Yeah real funny. Sometimes I would like to punch him!” I said under my breath.

 

We walked down the sidewalk to the driveway. His hand went around my back to my ass and giving me a quick squeeze.

 

“Umm Umm, what a sweet ass you have.” Brian whispered in my ear.

 

“Stop it! My Dad will see you.” I said pushing his hand off my ass.

 

He put his arm around my waist and we walked slowly down the street in silence.

 

When we reached the park he guided me to a bench then swung me around to face him and then against him with his lips finding mine. His tongue shot into my mouth, probing, teasingly moving it around. I wasn’t sure what to do so I kissed allowing him to explore my mouth.

 

Then ending the kiss he said. “ I was so excited when you called me this afternoon promising you would give me a blow job Julie.”

 

“ I’m not sure why you wouldn’t suck my dick before but I’m sure you will enjoy it. All the girls do it.” He added.

 

His hands then moved between us as he started unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it apart exposing my bra.

 

I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there trying to think. What did he mean I called him telling him I wanted to suck his cock? I was speechless.

 

Brian sat down pulling my blouse totally off and then unfastening my bra and pulling it off. I was completely topless now. God I have never had anyone see my tits before and here I was with Julie’s Boyfriend under the light of the full moon completely exposed with my nipples sticking straight out for his viewing.

 

His fingers cupped my tits squeezing them ever so softly.

 

Brian’s mouth found my right nipple first and with his tongue swirled around it and then his teeth nibbled at it pulling on it and then letting it slip through his teeth.

 

“UMMMM “ I moaned with pleasure not even realizing I had made the sound.

 

“OH you like that don’t you babe!” Brian said taking my Left nipple in his mouth and repeating what he had done to the other one.

 

“ UMMMM “ I repeated my moan instinctively.

 

He stood up and unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the ground. Pushing me down to my knees in front of him, his cock hitting me in the face. God it was at least eight or nine inches and his balls hung heavily down.

 

“ There you go you little tease.” He jokingly said. “ Its all yours to enjoy my beautiful bitch.”

 

His bitch! That’s what he called me. I didn’t know what to do. So I did the only thing I could do, I opened my mouth and started to lick.

 

“ UMMMMM” he moaned as I licked the tip of his huge cock. The tip was smooth like silk against my tongue. I circled around the rim and then sucked the head in my mouth playing with the underneath side of it with my tongue.

 

“ UMMMMM. All through dinner I could think of nothing else but your red lips around my cock.”

 

I lifted his cock up and with my tongue I traced the under side of his cock down to his balls. I licked each ball and then sucked them in my mouth one at a time as I massaged them with my tongue.

 

Brian’s words kept spinning around my mind. Julie must have called him after I went downstairs. Telling him that she would give him a blowjob knowing quit well that it would be me on my knees in her place. I was set up!

 

“ OH GOD JULIE, your mouth is so hot on my balls. OH yeah, UMMMM” he moaned.

 

I licked my way back up to the tip and then started sucking him in and pulling him out slowly using my tongue to probe around his cock stopping only when my teeth reached the back rim of the head. Then I sucked him in till he reached the back of my throat. As I pulled my head back I wrapped my hands around his wet shaft and started pumping up and down.

 

“UMMMM OOOOOOO YEAH YOU SUCK IT BABE!” Brian moaned as he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock in my mouth till it hit resistance at the back of my throat.

 

Then with one sudden shove he went all the way down my throat. I fought the urge to gag as he held my face in his pubic hair. Then he slowly began to fuck my throat pulling my head with my hair.

 

In and out he fucked my face as I licked the under side of his cock and sucked.

 

I massaged his balls with one hand and reached around and used my nails to scratch his butt cheeks.

 

It was as if he was growing bigger and bigger and his moans became louder and breathing heavier. Each time he shoved his cock down my throat I felt more like his bitch and enjoying it.

 

“ UMMMMMMMMMM    OH    GOD I AM GOING TO CUM. UMMMMMMM OH YEAH OH YEAH YOU ARE A SWEET COCKSUCKING BITCH! UMMMM” he moaned and all of the sudden I felt his cock swell and he pulled out of my mouth.

 

Suddenly he was shooting his wad all over my face and into my hair. Dripping down my chin and onto my breast. Brian shot load after load out of his swollen cock as I continued to pump it with my hands. I began to rub it all my tits as if I was putting lotion on them.

 

“ Oh god Julie that is like the best blow job I have ever had.” Brian panted as he helped me to my feet.

 

“ See, I told you, you would love it and I did pull out before I came like I said I would.” He said as he reached down and pulled his pants up stuffing his wet limp cock in.

 

I put my blouse on leaving my bra off. He reached over and buttoned each button slowly for me and when reaching my breasts he abandoned the buttons and took each nipple between his thumb and finger lightly pulling them.

 

“ UMMMMM” I moaned and after releasing them he reached over and handed me my bra.

 

“You forgot this.” He said with a smirk on his face.

 

I took it and wiped his cum off my face with it and then tucked my blouse in my skirt.

 

As we walked back to the house we talked about his teasing during dinner and how he was sure my brother had seen him teasing me under the table.

 

“ Julie, I think you should know how fantastic you were and how hot it was seeing you in the moon light on your knees sucking my cock. You’re the only girl that has been able to suck it all in.” Brian whispered in my ear. “ And you have the most beautiful tits I have ever seen.”

 

“God I must be a mess!” I said when we reached the door. He kissed me goodnight and whispered in my ear, “You look hot with my cum all over your face.” With that he turned and walked into the night.

 

I went in and went straight upstairs hoping Dad or Mom would not see me. Julie met me at the top of the stairs with a big grin on her face. I just glared at her.

 

“ Well we pulled it off! No one knew we switched.” She said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me into her room and took a better look at me.

 

Laughing she said, “I can tell you enjoyed your walk to the park. Look at the cum in your hair! I think he certainly enjoyed himself. Come on, lets go wash you hair and you have to tell me all about it! Every detail!”

 

I was speechless! I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed or be happy! My thoughts and feelings all mixed up.

 

 

But on with the story.

My third night there I was lying alone in the dark and draft room I had been given.

My stepmother was out at her job working 3^rd shift at the local stop and shop.

It must have been around 1 am when I heard the warped door from the kitchen to my room scrape open. I laid there afraid to move, feigning sleep.

When I felt the covers start to be pulled off me I turned and grabbed for them, looking up and in to my horror seeing the woman’s two sons there, trying to pull the blanket off of me. They both wore sinister looks on their faces and the most horrific part was that they were both nude, with jutting hard ons.

Now they weren’t bad looking guys. The oldest was 20 and the younger was 17. Both were fully matured, as I could plainly see.

I let out a scream, but Jonas, the younger one jumped over and covered my mouth.

“shut you little cunt” he whispered harshly to me.

Jeremiah, the older one snickered and instructed Jonas to tape my mouth shut, which he did with duct tape. I tried with all my might to fight and lash out at them but they just laughed more and held me down. The two made quick work of removing my night gown and my underwear, leaving me full exposed, my  body softly lit by the moon light that seeped in between the boards. It was a cold night my body was shivering.

“Hot Damn Jeremiah look at her nipples!” Jonas exclaimed reaching out and grabbing one of my large hard nipples. “She ain’t got much tit but these nipples are great”

Jeremiah responded with a grunt, he was moving towards me, and was soon spreading my legs. I again tried to struggle, and again it was no use. In moment, I felt his thick manhood at the entrance of my vagina. Still struggling but quickly loosing the battle, I felt him grab my slim hips and pull me onto his shaft in one quick motion. I screamed against the duct tape as his cock slid up into me. It felt like a hot poker being shoved deep into my soul. Jonas pulled my pillow out from under me and covered my face with it to muffle the noise. I continued to scream into the pillow as Jeremiah thrusted himself into me roughly. I felt his penis swell within me and then dump his seed into my womb.

He pulled his softening penis from within me, and Jonas let up on the pillow.

It wasn’t long before the younger boy took his place between my legs and entered me just as roughly. The way was made easier because I was now slick with Jeremiah’s juices.

But the boy was more clumsy about it and hurt me even more as he raped me he reached down and pulled at my nipples, saying dirty things like “Oh yea sis you really are tight”

Jeremiah was still in the room. I had stopped screaming even though the pain continued.

Jonas was done even quicker than his brother, the two were soon done and left the room.

Left me naked, soiled and alone. I reached up and ripped the tape off my mouth and curled onto my side. The tears pouring down my face, my body racked with silent sobs.

 

I didn’t sleep that night. I heard the woman come in right after dawn. I got up and dressed myself again. As I thought she threw open my door and shouted “Get the hell out of bed girl, the boys and your daddy will be up soon make them some breakfast”

That is how it went on for the next 3 days. My waking hours were filled with cleaning and cooking for my father the woman and her two sons, and my nights were filled with being the sexual toy of the two boys. On the Fourth morning, my seventh in the house my father announced at breakfast that he was taking me to visit my mother at the rehab.

Relieved that perhaps I could figure a way out of this hell, I went and dressed quickly, and waited in the car for my father.

He got into the car, and without exchanging two words we were on our way.

Twenty minutes into the trip I realized something was wrong. Instead of the scenery getting more city like, it was getting more rural. When he pulled off the road onto a dirt path my stomach started retching. When he pulled up in front of the shack, I almost actually passed out.

I woke up and looked around me. I was on the floor of a small shack, no larger than the room I had back at my fathers house. The pretty sundress I had put on to see my mother was pushed up around my waist, the panties I had put on were gone.

I pushed myself up off the floor and that’s when my father smacked me across my face hard. I fell back hard against the floor banging my head.

My father was yelling at me, calling me a filthy whore. I cried.

He came up to me on the floor put his face inches from mine, I could smell the sour booze on his breath. “You are a dirty whore like your mother” he snarled, and at the same time I felt him push two of his rough dirty fingers up inside me.

I cried out and he bellowed for me to shut up. “ I heard the boys talkin’ about you yesterday” he said, still pushing his fingers in and out of me. “Talkin about how good you were” I tried to open my mouth to tell him I hadn’t wanted it, but his other hand came out and smacked me again. “Soiled, you soiled yourself you little whore, that was the one thing that made me take you in you know, knowing I could get your cherry myself”

I was shocked and terrified. To my relief he slipped his fingers out of me, but me relief was brief, because those fingers moved further down to my bum.

I tried to get away but he was strong. He quickly turned me over and pulled me onto my knees, first he insert his two fingers into my tight young ass, I screamed loud as he did it.

“Yea scream you little whore, no ones to hear you here”. He removed his fingers, and after a moment I felt his man sized dick at my rear entrance. “Worse thing is you little whore, is I bet you didn’t know Jonas and Jeremiah are your half brothers” he said this as he shoved his manhood into my bottom. The following hours were hell on earth.

My father was a grown man, his penis was large and swollen. Worse of all because of the booze he was able to hold his orgasm out for hours. He took turns plundering my ass and then my vagina and then my mouth. Finally at the end of the ordeal he emptied himself into my mouth, instructing me to swallow him.

He put me into the back of his car and drove me home. Both he and the boys left me alone for the next few days. I was thankful. The woman, had beat me the second day after my father raped me, when she had finally figured out all that had gone on. She told me I was a no good slut like my mother. She screamed at me how she had my father long before my mother and he met, and her boys were the proof, her boys, who I had lured and seduced into my bed were my own half brothers. And how I was the devil because I had cajoled my father into carnal acts. I denied it at first, but after her fists, and strikes with the broom I simply cowered in the corner, accepting her words.

I was made to sleep out in the shed after that. She said that she was not going to let such evilness beneath her roof.

I ended up at that house for 14 months, while my mother recovered and got herself back on her feet. I was subjected to sexual humiliations beyond imagination.

 

I have to tell my tales, and you readers are the only ones I can share them with.

 

 

 

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