y 14! But my god they were beautiful. Mary was perfect in every way and she had a breast size that defied her young age. Easily a DD. And Jo was just as good. Not as perfectley formed as Mary, but beautiful in her own way, with ginger hair done up in pigtails, freckles on her face, and beautiful young eyes.

So come 4 o'clock, I had some menial cleaning tasks ready for them, and sure enough, they were late. They came in my room at 4:15, stinking of weed. "Been smoking again girls?," I asked.
"No sir, we've learned our lesson, we're hear to do our detention and go home," replied Mary, looking hotter than ever. I could feel the bulge in my trousers already. Would I be able to contain myself?
"Well, you've got until 5 o'clock to tidy this room from top to bottom, here's some polish and a duster, and you'll find a mop over there. Make sure you do it quietly as I have papers to mark, and I don't need any distractions"
"O'k, sir," said Jo, "you won't hear a peep."
Then I saw them exchange the dirtiest of smiles, and Mary reached for the polish, and Jo walked over to the mop.
And so they began to clean. For 10 minutes, nothing really happened, I marked my papers and they carried on cleaning. It was only when Mary came to polish my desk, that I noticed she had unbuttened the top of her blouse.
"Excuse me sir," she said as she leaned over my desk and my god, what a cleavage! But not only that, she wasn't wearing a bra, and just as I got a glimpse of her perfect nipples, she quickly rose up, with a shocked look on her face.
"SIR! Were you looking down my blouse?"
My face went bright red, "Er...no, of course not. You're 14!!! How dare you..."
"We know sir," said Jo a she walked over to my desk and joined sophie.
"Know what?"
"That you jerk off to the thought of our tight young pussys"
"I..I...but...Mary"
"What we want though sir," she said as she exchanged a smile with Jo,"is for you to jerk off and shoot your hot spunk all over our young faces," said Mary. And all of a sudden , her blouse was off and Jo was rubbing , kneading those beautiful young breasts.
"Oh god...." was all I could say as my cock was fit to bursting out of my trousers.
"Now," said Mary as she turned around and Jo went round shutting all the blinds and locking the door, "Spank me!" And she lifted her tiny skirt to reveal the most beautiful ass with only a tiny G-string covering her. "NOW!!!!"
SPANK!!!! I couldn't help myself, SPANK SPANK SPANK, each hit made my cock even harder and there was no turning back now. I stood up and immediatley grabbed those amazing breasts, and started to suck each nipple in turn. As I was doing this, Jo came over and bent down, unzipping trousers, finally releasing my throbbing 8" cock. Then Mary also knelt down and before I knew it, both girls were licking and nibbling on my rock hard member.
I couldn't believe what was happening, two 14 year old girls were sucking me off!!!! It was insane, but as Mary finally took my whole member for herself and started to suck, it felt so good I lost all sense of self control.
"Oh yes, suck it, take it all you dirty little slut."
As Mary masterfully sucked my cock, Jo stood up and ripped off her blouse, to reveal her tiny breastsdropped her skirt and stood there with just her pink panties on. "Come here now!" I demanded, and as she started to kiss me, I felt between her legs for her hot pussy, and began to stroke it. It was soaking wet, and after a while, I had my index finger all the way in, and she started to moan.
"Thats right, how does that feel?"
"Oh....so ...good...sir"
"Now, both you little sluts bend down, I'm gonna cover you're little faces in my spunk, but first, you must beg for it. BEG!!!!"
"Please sir," they said in unison," Cum all over our faces, please, we want to taste your hot spunk now! PLEASE"
That was it, I jerked off as they looked up at me with their 14 year old faces, and then, I exploded
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Jet after jet of spunk flew out all over their faces, I had never cum like that in my whole life! They were absolutley covered in Jizz, and they began to lick and kiss each others faces, not wasting a single drop. Some had dripped onto Mary's tits, and Jo didn't hesitate to lick it all up.
"How was that?" I asked, exhausted.
"Amazing, but we want more!"
"Well, I don't think I have any more for now."
"No, now we want you to piss all over us. Please, piss all over our young body's."
Wher did that come from? Two 14 year old girls wanted me to piss on them. Now, I can't say I'm into that sort of thing, but I had totally lost my mind, and I couldn't say no.
"Right, lie on my desk."
They both complied, and as their beautiful cum sodden body's lay next to each over, they started to make out, and piss started to geyser out of my cock onto their body's. As I soaked their body's, I realised how much this turned me on, and when Mary got up and opened her mouth, I aimed straight for it, and she guzzled it down. It was amazing.
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door.

pm for about 2 hours. She went in front of the mirror and started to take off her blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror in her sexy bra and turned to look at her back. Then she proceeded to take off her shorts. She was now standing in front of the mirror in a bra and panties. She continued to admire herself in the mirror when I heard a knock on the door. My aunt hastily got into a robe and she opened the door. It was Namitha the maid.

"Madam, can I clean your room now?"

"Why, yes of course." I heard my aunt say.

"Well I can come back later if you are busy."

"No. no. its perfectly fine," my aunt said, as she let Namitha in.

"I guess you were too busy in the morning to do any work huh?" I heard my aunt ask with a short laugh. Namitha giggled. "Yes, madam, I was busy showering with your cute nephew."

"Well, thats interesting. I hope you didn't do anything naughty," my aunt said. "Well, he is still being trained madam," said Namitha.

"Well did you go all the way with him?"

"No, madam. I will need sometime. But I heard some noises in the afternoon just before lunch. What were you upto madam?"

"Well, I had a bit of fun with him. It was accidental of course but he started playing a porn movie by accident and I couldnt help it."

"What did you do?" Namitha sat down on the bed next to my Aunt. "I let him kiss my breasts and he gave me a hand job. It was so good. I have never cum like that after my husband died."

"Then I gave him a hand job too. His penis is so small but so sexy."

"I think I may have pulled a muscle after all that playing," my aunt said touching her left shoulder.

"Do you think you can give me a massage, Namitha?"

"Of course madam, come here lie down on the bed and take off that robe," she said.

"Do you mind if I get down to my underwear too, madam?"

"No. Thats fine," I heard my aunt say. Namitha started to rub my aunts back with cream as she rubbed her shoulders. I heard my aunt sigh.

"Oh this is so good. Where did you learn to massage like this Namitha?"

"Well madam, all you need is to know the points on the body that need most of the touch. That is the areas that you dont let people touch."

"Mmmm...sounds interesting. What would those areas be?"

"Well, for instance like your back. It is starved for touch. So are your shoulders and backs of the thighs."

"Oh, I was thinking of more exotic areas," laughed my aunt. "I think you are right, you are doing such wonderful things to my back."

"Do you mind if I straddle you tush while I rub your back?" asked Namitha.

"No, of course not. Go ahead."

I saw Namitha straddling my aunts buttocks in her panties and bra and start to rub her back slowly and sensually. It made me feel hard again. She leaned further up my aunts back so much that her breasts rested on my aunts back as she rubbed my aunts hands kneading them in her hands. My aunt moaned as she felt the pleasure of Namitha's touch.

"Oh Namitha, your body feels so warm and soft," my aunt moaned.

without a word, Namitha unsnapped my aunts bra and started to massage the sides of her breasts. Without my aunts knowledge she slipped off her own bra, and continued to massage her. Her dark heavy breasts burst out of their imprisonment, making my cock jerk in response to the wonderful sight.

"Namitha, do this any longer and you may have a horny old lady in your hands," said my aunt gasping as she felt hands caressing the sides of her breasts.

"Relax," was all what Namitha said as she rubbed my aunts back and under her arms. I saw her gently rocking on my aunts buttocks and her face was getting excited by the second. I could see her chest moving up and down rapidly and I realised that Namitha was rubbing her pussy on my aunts buttocks through her panty.

Then Namitha leaned over again and started to kiss my aunts cheek and ears. She started to suck her ear pulling on the earlobe. Her breasts were now resting against my aunts back and there was no way that she could have missed that fact that the bra had come off. Then I saw Namitha kissing my aunts lips while her head was turned to the side. Then without saying anything Namitha lifted herself and turned my aunt around, taking off her bra.

Then she lay on top of my aunt and started to kiss her eyes and nose so gently and moved slowly to the upper lip, sucking on it slowly while her breasts rubbed against my aunts breasts. She then started to french kiss my aunt while taking her hands and imprisoning it above my aunts head, totally in control. Then she moved slowly to her neck sucking noisily. She then started to trace her throat with her long tongue moving up to the chin and then sucking it and back to her lips kissing hard.

My aunt was going crazy bucking her hips trying to rub her pussy against Namitha. Namitha held her back kissing my aunt harder and harder and then slowly moving down to her arm pits. I never seen a woman jump like that when Namitha started sucking my aunts shaved armpit. She started to moan loudly, while her maid sucked her like a vacuum cleaner. Then Namitha moved to her cleavage and started to lick up and down its length. Then she moved slowly to one breast. Like I did earlier, she started to lick around the nipple avoiding it. Then she started to suck the whole nipple making my aunt cry out. She was writhing under Namitha like a snake, moaning and crying and screaming at the same time. She held Namitha's head in her hands directing her on her breasts, urging her to suck them and pleading not to stop. Namitha switched to the other breast and gave her the same treatment. Then I saw my aunt pushing her down towards her tummy. Namitha, started to suck and lick my aunts tummy spending extra time on her navel. She then spread my aunts legs and started to kiss the top of her crotch over the panty.

She kept licking the top and started to move slowly to the slit. "Oh, madam your panty is so wet," said Namitha in a low voice and started to suck my aunts panty noisily just above her pussy moving down lower and lower. My aunt was urging her to lick her hard and she pushed her panties down making Namitha lick her pussy directly.

"Oh, baby push your lovely tongue into my pussy, pleeeeasee,..oh god," she kept moaning. Then I saw Namith push her finger into my aunts pussy and my aunt lifted her pelvis up moaning.

"Oh god, what are you doing? Are you licking my ass too?"

I could see Namitha going lower and lower and she must have put her tongue into it because my aunt screamed in ecstasy.

"Oh god, I never knew that it would be this nice, oh god..please...more" she moaned as I saw Namitha insert her finger into her ass, while she sucked on my aunts pussy. My aunt continued to moan and buck at the attention and finally she came very hard. This was much louder than when she was with me. They lay there for sometime recovering from the activities, and Namitha went up to my aunt and started to kiss her hard.

"Can you taste your pussy on my lips, madam?"

"Oh god yes !! Please let me suck your pussy too?"

I saw Namitha start to sit on my aunts face letting her lick her. She started to rock on her face and started to moan while squeezing her breasts. She reached back and put a finger into her anus while my aunt licked her. I was surprised to find that I liked to see her finger going in and out of her ass. I reached for my cock and started to jerk it. It still hurt a little after being used twice in a day but I didn't care. I wanted to cum again.

Finally I saw Namitha cum hard on my aunts face and then they kissed passionately. Then to my surprise, Namitha sucked the finger she had in her ass. This made me cum so hard that I was sure that they heard me. I wanted to join them but I didn't want to mess up the moment. So I waited until they kissed each other lovingly and Namitha proceeded to clean the room. My aunt fell asleep almost immediately and thats when Namitha found my hiding place. She was amused to see me with my shorts around my ankles and cum on the floor.

"Well, look who is peeping on his aunt," she said kneeling before me about to take my cock into her mouth. I pulled away saying that it hurt so much. She understood and asked me to be a good boy and take a warm bath and that everything would be fine by the next day. I left my aunts room and went back to my room and had a nice long bath and slept like a baby till 6pm when the sound of thunder woke me up.

Jenny, my aunts daughter had come back home after visiting her friends, and I realised that it would only be a matter of time when I would play with both my aunt and Namitha. But boy was I wrong about that !! Wait for my next installment of this story.

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prowess with the Ferrari. Somehow she being close to me made me lose my concentration and I ended up losing the race.

"Damn!!" I said, banging my fist on the table.

"Why sweety, what happened?" she asked.

"Oh, I lost the game. This needs a bit of concentration." I said.

"Oh, I am sorry. I will let you get back to the game," she said getting up. I noticed that she was upset. I got up hurriedly.

"I am sorry, aunty. Please sit down. I am finished with the game anyway." Her face brightened a little as she sat down.

"So tell me young man, what do you have on this PC besides games?"

"Well I have my school work and some movies."

"Wow, I like movies. What do you have?"

"Well I have The Matrix, Gone in 60 seconds, and ..." I hesitated feeling a little nervous.

"Well, can I see a movie?"

"What do you like?"

"Gone in 60 seconds? Is that good?"

"Yes," I said as I started up the movie player. Then before I could load the movie, I must have accidently pressed the play button and the movie I last watched came on the screen. Now the bad thing is that it was not a movie that I wanted my aunt to see because I had loads of porn on the machine and the player loaded the last porn movie I watched. It started with one guy getting a blow job by two ladies. I tried hard to close the window but I could not do it properly as I was so nervous.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Well I don't mind watching this movie, " my aunt said. I dared not look at her face. I could only nod.

"Tell me why you like this movie darling?"

"Well, er.. er.. well..." Words were in short supply.

I looked at my aunt. Her attention was totally on the movie. One lady in the movie was younger and the other was older. They were playing Mom and daughter while the guy was their father. Now the daughter lay on the bed while she sucked daddys cock and mommy was licking the daughter between her legs. I felt so uncomfortable as I could feel my cock rising up. I looked at my aunt and realised that her face was flushed and she was breathing faster. She had changed into a blouse and pair of shorts. The pair of shorts were fairly long and the blouse was tight across her breasts. I could see the nipples poking out of her bra and blouse. Without batting and eyelid, she took my hand and before I could say anything she placed it on her left breast and held it in place with her hand.

My breath was coming fast and my heart was doing its techno beat. I didn't know what to do. I was so scared and excited at the same time. So I did the obvious thing. I started rubbing her breast over the blouse. A soft moan escaped her lips as she continued to stare at the video. I started to squeeze her breast lightly. Then I got a bolder and squeezed it more firmly. I could see her thighs opening and  closing rythmically. I kept squeezing her breast. After a few seconds, she unbuttoned her blouse with her hands until all of the front buttons were off. Then she pulled the flap of the blouse on her left breast so that I was now in direct contact with the bra. I could feel the nipple hard under my hand. She took my hand away to remove her blouse completely and forced me to place my hand again. I got bolder and got up. I went behind her and cupped both breasts with my hands kneading them firmly. She leaned back on the chair sighing as I squeezed both breasts with my hands.

"Mmm..mmm.. oh god. This feels so good..." she said squirming in her seat.

Since the back of the chair was shorter I could lean against her back and my cock which was hard and pressing against my shorts, was resting against her back as I rubbed her breasts. I felt her opening her shorts and sliding them a bit and she started to rub her panties. I was so excited to see this.

"Please baby, come and sit next to me."

I sat down next to her and she took one of my hands and placed it on her panty after taking her shorts completely off. She spread her legs and I started to rub her panty that was drenched. She slid down the chair so that I could reach her pussy lips. The panty was so wet. To reach her pussy I had to slightly turn towards her and bend so my mouth was quite close to her breasts. She must have felt my hot breath on it since she pulled my face closer. I started to lick the bra cup avoiding the nipple. I didn't realise I was teasing her but when she started to move her nipples towards my mouth I got an idea. I avoided her nipple and that drove her crazy. She started to hold my head and pull it to her nipple. But I kept moving away. Then all of a sudden I sucked the nipple hard through the bra at the same time I moved my hand into her panties feeling the pussy directly. She screamed so loud that I am sure Namitha must have heard it. I continued to suck her nipple through the bra as my fingers started to rub her pussy.

Then I pulled the bra cup down with my teeth exposing the breast. She helped me by slipping the strap off. I started the same treatment without touching her nipples and she started to go crazy again. Then I sucked her nipple hard. She moved one of her hands down to my hand to help me find my bearings showing me how she wanted to be rubbed. I wanted to slip my finger into her pussy, but I was not sure whether I could find the right place so I kept rubbing the slit. Then I felt her hand pulling my face up. She started to kiss me hard as she urged my hand to move faster. I guessed that she was close to cumming. I rubbed even harder and she came hard screaming into my mouth. She shuddered for almost 20 seconds and to me it was like and hour. Then slowly her breathing came down to normal but she never stopped kissing me during this time. Finally she let go of my lips and I felt like someone who was underwater for 5 minutes without breathing. I was breathing so hard. She held me close, whispering that she loved me and that she was thankful for what I did.

Then I felt her hand going to my shorts and taking my cock out. She started to rub it making a fist in her hand. Then she brought her hand to her lips and spit into it and the wet hand sliding down my cock made me jump. It was an exquisite feeling. She started to jack me off slowy at first kissing me again and pumping up and down. After a while, I felt I was about to cum and I started to kiss her harder, pushing my tongue into her mouth, she responded by moving faster. Then I came so hard and my cock spurted a small amount of cum as I had exhausted most of it in the morning with Namitha.

"well, well, well, looks like you had a nice time in the morning."

I nodded, looking down at her hand still wrapped around my cock. She did the most amazing thing. she moved her hand to her mouth and started to lick the cum off her hand.

"Its been a while since I tasted some cum," she said as she smacked her lips. I was flabbergasted. Here I was sitting almost nude with my aunt licking my sperm off her hand after giving me a hand job! She then took my hand and held it to her mouth and started to suck it too ! Then when she finished, she kissed me again. I could taste my sperm and her cum in my mouth !! Though I felt a bit hesitant about tasting my own cum, I kind of enjoyed tasting my aunts cum. Then we remained seated our breathing returning to almost normal. My aunt was a mess with sweat pouring down her face and cleavage but she seemed different. Her face seemed brighter. She looked at me and then there were tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying aunty?"

"This is the best thing that happened to me since your uncle died," she said hugging me hard.

"I am so sorry for doing this but I could not help it. I know its not a legal thing too. Please don't tell anyone OK?"

"Yes, I am glad that you are happy," I said hugging her back. Then I told her about me and Namitha. To my surprise, she nodded saying that she knew about it. She had walked in on us the other night and watched us doing it. She also told me that she played with herself while watching us.

"Well I should have a bath now," she said getting up and straightening her clothes. I pulled up my shorts and straightened the desk up. I could not believe what happened. I knew this was wrong but I was so happy that I managed to make her happy.

When I went downstairs for lunch, my aunt and Namitha were both talking. They stopped the moment I entered the kitchen. Namitha pretended to be busy setting up the table while my aunt sat down to read the paper at the table. She gave me a sly look and smiled. Then she went back to her reading. I sat down at the table. Namitha came behind me to set the plate down and she pressed her breast to the side of my face while setting the plate down. She gave me a sly wink and went about her business. I felt the blood rush to my face and dick ! I found it hard to concentrate during lunch and I finished my meal quickly and got up to go to my room.

"Sam, are you OK?" My aunt looked concerned. I nodded as I went on my way to my room. Then I had a bright idea. Thats another story !!

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and I could not wait until they left. I pretended to be asleep as I had an annoying erection and didn't want to go out with my penis sticking out like a sore thumb. However, my heart skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the door. It was my aunt.

"Wake up sleepy head" she said. She came into the room as it was unlocked and came round the bed to the side as I was facing my back to the door. I had to ditch the pillow since I did not want her to think that I was being naughty. She sat down by the edge. I could smell her perfume and her face was partially hidden by her chest. I turned onto my back so that I would not get caught staring at her breasts. She leaned over a little looking at me, I could see that she was wearing a low cut blouse and a few more degrees lower and I would be able to see her cleavage. I tried so hard not to look and I could feel her eyes on me and detected a half smile on her lips. Before I could say anything she started to talk.

"Listen, I am sorry about what happened the other day. I spoke to Mrs. Jones and she said that its normal for boys your age to experiment." I was shocked.

She had spoken to her neighbour about what I did ! She must have seen the shock on my face cos she bent over again even lower this time to pat my cheek and reassure me that it was Mrs. Jones who had talked to her about her daughter Lisa. I couldn't believe it !! Lisa was a really plain looking girl with freckles and glasses. I would never have thought that she would be the type who masturbates. I was even more shocked that my aunt would share such a thing with me. I felt my cock getting harder. I hoped that she would not notice. But then, my uncomfortable glance towards my crotch must have alerted her because she looked over her shoulder and she must have spotted my dick since I heard her take a sharp breath. "Oh my! Looks like what I told you got you excited?" she looked at my face. I could have died !

"Well, I guess the pillow will come in handy now, huh?" she asked with a sly smile. I didn't know what to say. Then she did the most incredible thing. She placed her hand on my erection over my pyjamas and I almost flew through the roof. I bit my lip and that is the only way I could manage to lie still. She cupped it for a while looking at me. Then she sighed. "I wish I was younger," she said and got up abruptly and walked out of the room without another word. The moment she was out of the house I got up quickly and cleaned up. My cock refused to go down. I was so excited to think of the possibilities of being alone with Namitha.

I went downstairs and I could not find her. Then I went to her room. The door was unlocked and I went in. I was wearing a pair of shorts and underwear where I managed to cram my unrelenting cock. It hurt but I didn't want anyone else to come by and see my predicament. I was about to turn back when I heard the sound of the shower in the maids' toilet. I went down on my knees by the door and slowly eased it open as it was unlocked. I could see the maid under the shower. Her body looked so inviting and the pain in my shorts increased. Without thinking I knocked on the door. "Who is it?" asked Namitha. "Its me. I need to talk to you," I said. What a stupid thing to say I wondered. I heard the shower stop and the door opened and Namitha was in a hastily wrapped towel. Her long hair was wet with strands all across her face looking at me with an amused expression. "Mmmmm.. nice to see you around here. Has your aunt left?" she asked me with a mischievous smile. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. She came closer and closer, her eyes sparkling and her hands on either side lifting up to encircle my body. I shivered involuntarily, my heart hammering like a bass drum to a techno beat. I felt the blood pounding to my head and elsewhere as I felt her cool hand pull me to her and give me a big hug. It felt so comfortable to be held by this woman. I sighed as I felt her breasts press against me.

"Does my little master need a shower?" she whispered kissing me gently on my cheek. I nodded dumbly my hands shaking as I tried to hold her. She must have felt it because she asked me to relax and hugged me even harder. She then half dragged me into the toilet and started to undress me.

"I will give you the best shower that anyone has given you," she said as she pushed my shorts down. Leaving my underwear on for the moment. "Oh my, you seem to be thinking very naughty thoughts," she said as she threw away my shorts. Pushing me towards the shower cubicle.

She turned the shower on, adjusting the controls to a mildly warm temperature and then shed her towel. Her body looked so inviting and I got bold and looked at her luscious breasts drinking in their beauty. They were much bigger than my aunts with dark nipples. I wished I could touch them but I couldn't get my hands to move. It was so exciting to be with a woman twice my age, willing to teach me stuff. I always used to feel invisible around girls my age where guys who were better looking that me got most of the attention. Having someone so close to me, made me feel like a scientist who discovered something for the first time. I wanted to experiment and see the possibilities the new discovery offered.

"I missed you." I said, finally managing to get something out of my mouth. she came closer with a sponge and started to rub my body starting with my chest and moving lower. Her breasts jiggling at the effort. I stood and stared at them, mesmerised by the soft lovely mounds moving in concert to her efforts.

"I know," she said continuing to rub my tummy with the sponge moving lower to my crotch. I gasped as I felt the soft sponge touch my dick. Before I could get used to the sensation she went down rubbing my thighs and then the back. Then I heard the sponge drop and I felt her breasts against my back and her hands started to encirle my waist rubbing my tummy and moving up to my chest teasing my nipples. I felt her licking my ear which made me shiver. She then took some of liquid soap and started to rub is slowly over my chest. Slowly moving down as she bit my neck slowly. I never thought my neck would be that sensitive as I shivered as I felt her tongue exploring it. I felt her hands move closer and closer to my crotch. She then turned me around and her mouth decended on my lips sucking the lower lip first and her hands starting to rub soap on my cock and balls. Then her hands moved to the back and one finger started tracing my butt crack moving towards my anus. I started to suck her lips as I felt her finger getting closer and closer to my anus. I felt it cleaning my anus and slipping in slow because it was well lubricated. I started sucking her lips so hard involuntarily as I felt her finger work its magic there. I started rubbing my cock against her tummy feeling her reciprocate the movement.

After a few seconds, she then moved away pushing me under the shower again washing off the soap carefully. Then she took her towel and dried me off, lingering at those special places making sure I was dry. Then she took me by the hand and led me into her room. She made me sit on her bed and knelt before me so that she could kiss me. We were more or less at the same height because the bed was low. She started to kiss me hard pulling me closer with her hard dark nipples grating against my barely hairy chest. Her hands pulling me to her. I could feel her hands getting tighter around me kissing me harder. Then she got up taking her left breast and pushed it against my lips. I started to suck it into my mouth. She almost jumped moaning pulling my head to her fiercely. I sucked harder pushing my whole face into the lovely mound. Without thinking I started to caress her tummy and started to move down. She must have felt my hand because of one of her hands started to come off my head and pushed my hand down between her legs spreading herself for me. I felt her lips and the fingers slid across the lips because they were drenched in her juices. I started to rub her lips tentatively. Her hand came down impatiently and gave me a little lesson. She made me push the finger into the slit so that I could rub the clit and the lips. I continues to suck and then she gave me her other breast. I went on sucking and playing with her breast in my mouth while my hand rubbed her.

After a minute or so she moved away lying down on the bed. Without a word she made me kneel and put my head between her legs. I started to lick her up and down her slit. She tasted funny but I didn't care. I heard her whisper, breathlessly.

"Put your finger inside darling" she said. Then she gave me another lesson on how to find her pussy hole. After a few attempts and a few cries of pain, I was inside her. My fingers seemed small insider her pussy as I moved backwards and forwards while licking the top of her pussy. She started to moan aloud and started to buck as I continued. Then she came so noisily that I was scared that she was hurt. She pushed my head away, shivering and shaking hard. After a while her breathing came back to normal.

Before I could say anything she made me get up and come over her head and started to suck my cock. I felt a finger under my anus pressing as she started to suck me hard. I held on to the wall as she sucked and sucked with all her might taking most of my 4 inch cock into her mouth. I knew I could not last much longer and the moment the thought was complete, I started to cum in her mouth as I felt her finger slide into my anus. It was too much and I heard her moan as she felt my sperm in her mouth and throat. I pulled out of her mouth slowly and lay down next to her.

It was unbelievable. I wished that moment would never end. I closed my eyes to picture it in my mind and suddenly I felt her getting up and before I knew it, her pussy was on my mouth and her thighs straddling me as she pushed it next to my mouth. I started to lick her hard again and she took one of my finger and coaxed it into her anus. She came in a few minutes with her cum all over me almost breaking my neck in the process. Then she climbed off and pulled me to my feet. We had a nice shower right afterwards and I went back to my room as if nothing had happened by the time my aunt came back.




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as is the case with most Indians. One of the reasons I used to like being at my aunts is that being in a mostly female household presents with so many visual opportunities. My aunts name is Jane and her Daughter Jenny and the maid is Namitha. I have on so many occasions seen one of the ladies in various stages of undress. I would get so many opportunites to handle their underwear which used to drive me nuts. I had a curious habit which started when I was younger, to rub my cock against the pillow as I was riding a horse. This gave me a lot of pleasure and I used to cum on the pillow. I could never grow out of it. This was how my Aunt found me when she accidently came into my room ! Damn! I forgot to lock it and I was startled to hear her voice that I fell off the bed. When I rose up she was standing in my room, her hand on her hips and with a look of disapproval on her face. I was in a Tshirt and underwear since I did not want to soil the pillow !

Before I could say anything, my aunt said, "What do you think you are upto young man?"

"I..I.. am sorry aunty, I didnt know you would be back so soon" I said.

"At least lock the door next time. I don't want Jenny to see this kind of thing ok?" She left the room without saying another word. I felt so bad about what happened and didn't talk much during dinner. My aunt behaved as if nothing had happened and she went out of her way to get me to talk. Namitha as usual was literally bending in front of me giving me the joy of looking down her ample cleavage. After dinner I was helping her do the dishes and she asked me why I was quiet tonight. I told her the story and she laughed. "You mean you do it on a pillow ? Hahaha.. " she laughed so much that she almost broke a plate.

I went to sleep early that night but could not relax. I kept thinking of what happened. Then I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and was surprised to see Namitha standing outside my door in a night dress that was cut low to show the swell of her dark breasts.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I came to see you do the pillow." She said with a smirk. I tried to close the door on her, angry, but she would not let me. "I will scream if you dont let me come in." she said. I let her in. "So show me what you did." She asked me, sitting down on my bed her neckline plunging further down showing her big breasts encased in a black bra. I felt my cock getting hard.

"Please Sam, show me what you do with the pillow. I wont laugh at you." She said. "Well what the hell! I will show you. You can laugh if you want to." I said. As I took the pillow and put it on the bed and positioned it between my legs while i hugged another pillow and started to move rubbing my cock through my pyjamas on the pillow rocking like a jockey. After a few seconds I felt a hand on my back. Then a voice close to my ear. It was Namitha. "Do you want something better than that pillow Sam?" Namitha asked me. I could feel a tremble in her voice. I stopped and nodded, unsure what to say. Namitha lay down on her tummy and patted her ass. "Rub yourself on my ass, but on one condition. You have to take your pyjama off." I pulled off my pyjama, and then she lifted her night dress so her dark ass was bare. Then I positioned myself so that my cock was in the groove of her ass. Then I started to move hugging her hard, moving slowly at first. Her body felt so warm and nice and felt much better than a pillow. After a while, she made me stop. I could see that she was excited too. Then she turned and helped me put my cock between her thighs and pushed them close together imprisoning my cock. Then she made me move up and down rubbing my cock against her smooth thighs.
It felt like heaven. Then she started to kiss my face and then without warning she kissed me on the mouth. I was getting close to an orgasm and sensing this she stopped me. "Wait young man, why are you in such a hurry?" She asked, kissing my lips and pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then she pushed my mouth towards her breasts.

"Please kiss them." She urged as I licked the bra cup that was so thin that I could feel her nipples get hard. She was moaning now and I kept sucking her breast through the thin material. She could not take it any further as she ripped her bra off, uncovering her luscious breasts and forced me to suck it hard. I started pumping my cock again between her thighs. I could feel it rubbing against her pussy and the cock started to slide more easily as her pussy got wetter and wetter making a slight wet noise.

She then reached between us and got hold of my 4 inch cock and started to rub the tip against her pussy where her clit is while not letting my face off her breasts. She continued to rub as I came all over her pussy but she kept on rubbing it and came soon after shuddering. We lay there for a minute getting our breath back. I was wondering how lucky I was to have a maid like this who would let me do stuff like that. She then pushed me off her and before I had time to react she started licking my cum off my cock. It was in a semi hard on state after the orgasm. Namitha kept licking off my cum until the most of it was gone. Then she pushed her pussy to my face and made me lick my cum off her pussy. I didnt like it at first but the heat of the moment really helped me to lick it off. Then she kissed me tasting my cum again on my lips and then without a word she left the room.

I could not sleep that night. I was so excited about what happened that I fell asleep well after midnight. In the morning, I was worried that it had been all a dream until I realised that I had fallen asleep naked.

I went downstairs after a wash and was a little worried when my aunt gave me a funny look and asked me if I slept well last night. Maybe it was my guilty concsience that got the better of me. I was shy to face Namitha in the morning, but she acted as if nothing had happened and she was her usual self until I went to the kitchen to leave my plate when she made a playful grab at my cock. When I turned around I saw my aunt leaving the kitchen door. I was sure she had seen me. I was more worried that she did not say anything more about the day before. I was in half a mind to go back home before things got too complicated. But I could not leave this sexy Indian maid who was such an exciting creature to be with.

Part 2 will follow.

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hat I have heard some incredible stories in my years, but none quite like the one Candy told. I should say that I am happily married to my college sweetheart and I have always been faithful. And in all circumstances with my sessions I have kept the upmost professionalism. Until I met Candy. Her sessions unfortunately led to something more which I will get to. I will try to be detailed, but as brief as possible.

Candy was a high school senior, eighteen years of age. For this purpose I will tell you that she was very cute but not overly beautiful. She kept herself well groomed and was polite and honest from the first time I talked with her. She is 5'5" tall and weighs 105 lbs. She has short blond hair, a large bust, and an attractive figure. Still, though I originally considered her fairly average, there was a certain quality about her looks that made her as sexy as any girl I had worked with. It was a measure I used in my studies, that basically helps me in determining the whys and such of each case. I changed her rating after a couple of visits and could begin to see why she was attracting more attention from the boys in her school than I would otherwise have assumed. She was reluctantly sent to me by her parents at the request of her high school counselor. They wanted her to go to one of the women doctors in the office, but she insisted she could be more open and comfortable with a man. I took her case immediately thinking nothing of it. I read her case and in short, she had been caught in the boy’s physical education locker room during lunch break having sex with multiple boys in the shower. There were ten boys in all and she was well into her acts when an administrator walked in because of a tip he had gotten from a rival girl at school. To be more descriptive, she was caught positioned between two boys, being penetrated in the vagina and the anus simultaneously, while giving oral sex to another and masturbating two more with each hand. It was an incredible story in it’s own right, but only a part of what came to be known. She had been expelled until she sought professional help for her problem and I was it. On only our fourth session, I had found out much about her recent sexual encounters, of which there were many, and decided to go deeper into her past to get a grip on the origins of her sexuality. I was not too surprised to find out she had her first sexual encounter at the age of thirteen. Many girls I worked with started young, some even younger, so this was not the shocking part. The shocking part was who she was having these encounters with and the circumstances surrounding them.

Candy’s parents I will call Rick and Pam. I found out in our sessions that Rick and Pam were heavy drinkers. They usually did their drinking at the home and Candy said that they were never abusive when they drank. In fact, she said she enjoyed them more when they had been drinking. She said they would not let her drink with them but she didn’t mind because she didn’t like it much anyway. She told me that she masturbated often. She had been masturbating since her twelfth birthday. She had been recently interested in it at that time and decided that would be the date. She loved it so much that she did it often, but after a few months she told me she felt like she needed more. She broke her hymen the first time she used an implement with masturbating. She had grabbed a cucumber from the refrigerator and put it in warm water until it was no longer cold. She began to use the cucumber going farther inside her vagina until she felt a sharp pain. There was a little blood, but not too much and to my surprise, she told me it didn’t stop her from finishing. That went on for another month or two until she said she felt she was ready for the real thing. She had been given a pornographic movie by a friend of hers that she said showed, among other things, a woman sucking on a man’s penis. She told me this really got her hot and she had an uncontrollable urge to try it herself. It took her some time to get up the nerve, but by the time she was thirteen she finally made a move.

All of this sounded standard with other stories I’d heard, with some of the details being different, until she said something that completely caught me off guard. She told me that she was nervous about asking a boy in her school to let her perform on him so she got another idea. Her parents usually drank until they were very drunk and basically would pass out in their bed. She remembered how hard it was to wake them when they were in this condition as she had tried in the past. This got her to thinking about an opportunity that I’ll have to admit made me really sit up and listen.

An incestuous story was about to begin that I will never forget. She got the idea of trying fellatio on her father while he was unconscious from his drinking. She came home one day from school and it was a Friday. Being the weekend, her parents were already drinking heavily when she got home. The entire night she talked with them like nothing was out of the ordinary, but she was really horny and knew that this was the night. After her parents went to bed, she waited about an hour and crept slowly down the hall and into their room. She was careful to be quiet, even though she knew they would not wake up. Then she went to her dad’s side of the bed and slowly pulled the covers back. She was glad to see he was naked under the sheets and she slowly began to feel for his penis. When she finally touched it, she said it got her so excited that she lost all her inhibitions about getting caught. Wasting no time, she quickly pulled the covers all the way back and put her head down at her dad’s crotch. She gave his crotch a few sniffs and was generally studying his penis and scrotum as it was the first real one’s she had seen. Then she took his limp penis and pulled it up with her fingers until it was raised in the air before lowering her mouth over the head.

I had to reassure her that it was all confidential and that I would not tell anyone about this story before she continued. I have to admit, I had gotten somewhat aroused from listening to girls stories before, but this one was really getting me hot. I tried to ignore it, but as she continued I found myself getting more and more aroused. I also found myself looking at her suddenly gorgeous body and her now incredible face and at the same time trying to remind myself that I was a professional. It really wasn’t working though, as this average teenage girl was becoming a tremendously hot and sensuous woman before my eyes as she spoke. I could see why she got the attention she did at school. Anyway, she began to suck on his penis like she had seen in the porn movie she had and described how he slowly started to get harder and harder in her mouth. She said it grew so much that she had to take all but the head of it out because it wouldn’t fit. Then her dad began to moan and stir a little and she got scared and hurried out of the room. But it wasn’t her last visit.

She told me she had been scared at first, but realized she had to try again because she was enjoying it so much. She was horny basically and she rubbed herself to an orgasm before returning as it didn’t quench her desire. The second trip was almost identical to the first as his penis was flaccid again. She sucked him until he began to stir but this time she didn’t run away. Instead she began to quicken her pace and increase her suction. Then she admitted that she had no idea about what was about to happen until it happened. The porno hadn’t show that this was possible, but as she sucked him, he began to ejaculate his sperm inside her mouth. Shocked at the sudden feeling of his sperm in her mouth she pulled away but did not leave. Instead she stayed, memorized by the site of his pulsating penis ejaculating spurt after spurt of semen into the air and it landing all over his stomach. After he had finished, she suddenly became aware that he would know something was up when he woke if she left him a mess. She started to go to the bathroom and get a towel to clean up the mess, but then got another idea. Instead, she decided to lick him clean. She had almost involuntarily swallowed the first spurts of his seed when it happened in her mouth. She now analyzed that it tasted good to her and made her feel sexy. So she began to work on his genitals and abdomen region, cleaning off the sperm with her tongue and swallowing it. She said she did a really good job and seemed very proud in telling me about it. She was very honest and descriptive about the entire thing. Just when I thought she was finished, she continued with the story.

She then began to tell me how sexy she thought it was and she couldn’t get to sleep after that. She masturbated two more times but now didn’t feel the same satisfaction and wanted more. The next night she knew her dad would be drunk again and so she planned for another visit. The test was to make sure he didn’t say anything the next day that might indicate that he knew something was up. After a long day of drinking that Saturday, her dad had not said anything that she thought indicated that he knew. So after he passed out again in bed that night with Pam, Candy proceeded with her plan. This time it was not oral sex she wanted as she described walking into his bedroom wearing only a long night shirt and pulling the sheets back as she had before. She did place his cock inside her mouth, but only until it became hard. Then she slowly crept onto the bed with them and made her way to his side. Being very slow and careful as not to move the bed anymore than necessary, she finally got into position by straddling his waist facing away from him. She then pulled her shirt up until her naked vagina was exposed and lowered herself down until she could feel the end of his penis at her vagina’s entrance. Then she said she slowly lowered herself down, feeling the tip finally finding the entrance and continued until she was sitting fully on his lap with his penis inside her. It fit snugly inside her and she took the time to let her vagina adjust to the new sensation. Then she slowly began to move her hips, careful not to allow the bed to shake. She moved back and forth over his penis for a time before bending over and putting her hands on the bed at his knees and lifting her bottom up and down on his penis. This time she let him cum inside her as she figured the clean up would be easier. She was on birth control for menstruation reasons so she thought it would be fine. After she was finished, she slowly rose off her father and moved off the bed and crept back to her room where she masturbated several more times to orgasm. Then she finally felt satisfaction and went to sleep, showering immediately the next morning before going down and enjoying a great breakfast her mother had prepared. Again, her father was apparently oblivious to what had happened.

I must now admit my reaction. After she had finished the story, I could tell she was aroused. I wasn’t sure if it was only the story, or if it was the fact that she was telling another person about it. That is when I began something that I both savor and regret. I savor it because of what it is, and regret it because of my prior and continuing vows and commitments. But to continue, my mind was racing as I simply got up from my chair and walked to the door of my office. I was consciously making no attempt to cover my erection as I walked. I opened the door and told my secretary that I would be extending my session and to reschedule the next appointment for whatever was convenient for the next patient. I was glad to hear that the next session had suddenly called to cancel only minutes before anyway. I was happy to hear this because I hated to do that. But I had more important business today. I then told her to take an early lunch and that there was no need for her to return as the session she was rescheduling was to be my last of the day anyway. She gladly accepted and immediately started to get her things together to leave. I closed the door again and locked the deadbolt.

I guess I have always had the fantasy of dominating a woman. Of being aggressive and forceful, but not physically harmful, during sex. And that the woman in the fantasy would strictly obey whatever I said or do whatever presented itself. I had never really fulfilled this fantasy because my personality doesn’t match that type of behavior. But now I was suddenly feeling like it was time to try. I had assessed that this might be just the thing Candy wanted and I was willing to give it a go. She was a teenager and my patient no less, but that really didn’t matter to me at that moment. As I turned away from the now locked door, I began.

"Now Candy," I said, "the story you just told was obscene and atrocious!"

"What doctor?" She shyly replied, looking very stunned by my words and tone. "I thought you wanted the truth? You told me to be fully honest and detailed in what I told you."

"You seem to be a hopeless nymphomaniac and I think what you need is some real discipline. Discipline that fits the crime so to speak. I’m going to try to help you but you have to agree to want to be helped, no matter what methods I use." I said.

"Well, I guess so. I mean, I really want to be better but I can’t seem to help myself." She cautiously replied.

As I began to undress, she wildly asked me what I was doing. I told her to sit back down and not to speak unless spoken to or told to do so. I told her that I was in charge and that she must embrace my methods of treatment if it were to work. She still had apprehension in her eyes, but her silence was an indication that she was at least apprehensively willing. After I was completely naked I began making my demands. I started by ordering her to remove her clothes and sit up on the edge of my desk. She slowly and shyly did as I said, looking my body over as she worked. She seemed very uncomfortable but I didn’t care about that. She surely knew by now the nature of my so called ‘treatment’ and she had not made any attempt to stop me. Without a word, I quickly walked right up to her at the desk and dropped to my knees. I then began to slowly kiss and lick the inside of her thighs, keeping eye contact with her the entire time. She kept that contact, even though she was shivering with nervousness and girlishly covering her mouth with one hand while futilely trying to cover her ample breasts with her other. When I finally touched her labia and clit with my tongue, she quickly moved away. I demanded that she return and she slowly abided. Then, as she was back in position, I urgently went to work giving oral sex to her. She made low, uncomfortable sounding noises at first, but quickly began to soften and change her sounds into louder, more sensuous moans. After several minutes I could tell she was nearing orgasm and I stopped and stood up in front of her.

"Now it is your turn to lick and suck me, Candy." I firmly stated.

"Yes sir."

She was not as shy now as she moved more quickly to get on her knees before me and begin to jerk on my penis with her hand. That played right into my fantasy.

"I didn’t say to touch me or stroke me with your hand, Candy. I distinctly told you to lick and suck my penis. Now do as your told or I’m going to have to be more forceful with my instructions."

She said ‘yes sir’ again before finally placing my cock into her mouth. It felt more exciting than anything I had ever experienced. It was so taboo in so many ways and the thrill of it was getting me more and more aroused by the second. My penis was harder than it had been in years as her skillful techniques made me shoot my sperm into her mouth. Like a good girl, she swallowed every drop before I finally told her she could stop. I was out of breath and felt shakily weak as she pulled away and sat down onto her heels, looking up at me eagerly for more instruction.

"Ok, now stand up and bend over the desk. I am going to have sex with you from behind and I want you to run your fingernails all around my hips as I do so." I demanded.

Without a word she quickly got up and positioned herself as I had instructed. She was seductively looking back at me, guiding my penis toward her with her eyes as I moved forward into position. My penis was touching her labia for several seconds before I finally inserted it inside her vagina. This heightened the anticipation for both of us and was incredible. She did as expected and the feel of her fingernails on my skin was amazing. I quickened my pace as I felt my orgasm nearing. That’s when I got the most devilish idea. I had never given anal sex to anyone before and truthfully never gave it much of a thought. But now I felt an overwhelming urge to do just that to Candy. I knew she was not a stranger to anal sex, but I was and I deemed this as my one shot at experiencing it because my wife strictly forbade it. Without warning I stopped my thrusts and pushed my middle finger inside her anus. She looked back at me with desire as I stuck a second and then a third finger inside her. She was completely relaxed now. My penis was still inside her vagina, pulsating with pleasure as I used some saliva to give her anus some lubrication. The time was right after a couple of minutes and I quickly pulled out of her vagina and pushed hard into her incredibly tight anus. It was undescribable what I felt, having my penis inside a woman’s ass. Especially with it being Candy and the forbiddenness of it all. Within a few slow strokes, my orgasm was near again. The intensity of the tightness around my shaft was too much as I began to ejaculate once again, this time inside the teen’s anus. She hit the height of her own orgasm almost simultaneously. I leaned over her body and grabbed her firm breasts as we finished, kissing her on the neck and cheek before finally embracing in an erotic kiss on the mouth. Our tongues explored each other as we delighted in our sexual embrace. After I finished I demanded that we stop and get dressed. She was disappointed at first.

"But doctor, I don’t think I’m cured yet. I have more to do. Anything you want." She said.

I assured her, "Don’t worry Candy, this is only the beginning of many more treatments to come."

ring how the clock got so messed up on time."

She looked at it, puzzled. "It's the right time." She insisted. Then, she reached over and gently bit my ear as she realized what I was saying. Ah, so there was a difference between Cindi and Katie. Cindi would never have gotten that joke. After a little more hugging, she steered me over to the chair to sit down. She looked at me for a second, head tilted sideways slightly (I love it when they do that), then started to rub my shoulders. Sometimes there are advantages to having girls that can sense emotions. She made my back feel better. I didn't really care if it did or not, as long as she kept kissing my neck and kept those cute little hands on me. Then she slipped onto my lap and kissed me. That was good, too. She whispered in my ear how she would like to make something else feel good, too, but Amy would probably feel that emotion. Then she served and fed me breakfast.

By the time Amy stumbled in, I was eating my own breakfast; Katie was hungry and was eating her own instead of feeding me. Amy walked in, took one look at Katie, looked at me with a surprised but pleased look on her face, and then mouthed "thank you!" to me and went over to get her own breakfast. She sat down to eat, and Katie and she proceeded to have one of those teenage conversations where I wasn't even sure what language they were speaking, much less understand any of it. I could've bought a Porsche for what I spent sending them to school just so they could talk like that! Well, not really, but you get my point. After Katie left to get ready for school, Amy looked closely at me.

"Thank you, Daddy, for whatever you did last night to cheer up Katie. I can't stand to see her unhappy. I don't know how you do it; you always were able to do the same thing with Cindi." Brief jolt of sadness for both of us at the mention of Cindi.

"Well, Amy, if you got sad once in a while I could show you," I teased. Then I turned serious. "Of course, the one time you did I was a miserable failure."

"Daddy! That's not true. You were a big reason why I came back. We just needed a little help."

"Your Mom will be in town tomorrow," I reminded Amy. Katie walked back into the room as I said it.

"Really?" Katie asked.

"Yeah. It's their birthday. Nice hint, Dad." Amy the smart aleck. We told Katie about the whole weekend of festivities we usually had planned. She was excited. They never did anything fun like that in her family.

After dropping the girls off at school, I decided to see a lawyer friend of mine. I told him about Katie's situation, and asked him about adopting her. He said I would need a signed statement from her current "mother" releasing her. I thought that would be easy, even if I had to bribe her. He said statements from the real parents might or might not be necessary depending on the language of the judgment of the court. He would research that, and get back to me. In any case, unless someone fought it, it should be able to be done quickly, since she was already living with us. I told him to let me know if there were any problems and I would take care of it.

I checked in with Chief Haskin to see if there was any progress with the accident investigation, but he wasn't in. I told his secretary I would check back in later, and headed for work. I checked in with the Director of Microbiology about Amy's bug. He told me they had made some substantial progress, but he couldn't tell me anything yet. He'd let me know when he had something. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I had the feeling he knew more than he was saying and that he wasn't happy with what he knew.

After work, I stopped by a jewelry store to pick up Victoria's birthday present. I had put it on layaway a few weeks ago when I saw her admiring it. I'm sure I wouldn't surprise her, but she would enjoy it anyway. When I got home, Amy and Katie had supper ready again. I could get used to this.

After supper, Amy came down to talk to me. Must be serious, I thought, the 'twins' were not together.

"Dad," she started. Yep. Dad. Serious. "Can I ask you a question?" Really serious. She didn't sit down or cuddle.

"No, Amy, you are not allowed to ever talk to me again. Of course you can ask me a question."

"Well, it's just that I know you aren't going to answer it, so I don't know why I am bothering... Dad, do you have someone following us?"

Damn! Certifiable genius. I never expected her to notice that, though. Those guys are good.

"Why would I have anyone following you, honey?"

She rolled her eyes, gave me an 'Amy' look, and stamped her foot in frustration.

"Look, Dad, I know I'm just a kid, so I don't really expect you to tell me things that you haven't even told Mom about what you really do for a living, but don't treat me like an idiot, ok? I want to know if this is something I should be worried about, or if there is something I should know about. I guess I could just take him out next time I see him and ask him myself. You know I can do that.

Damn it. Why does she have to be so damn smart all the time? Why not just when I'm ready for it and think it is cute?

"Ok, Amy. I won't treat you like the idiot you are acting like. What did he look like, and how did he act?" She described him and his actions to me. Nothing to worry about; one of mine. Except a 13 year old girl had just made one of the best shadowers I had ever met. Maybe I should hire her!

"Don't worry about it, Amy. He's one of the good guys. Just a little added protection I arranged for my family."

"And your family would need added protection why?" Great. She wasn't going to let this go. I guess I was going to have to piss her off.

"Let me worry about that, ok sweetie? You just concentrate on being a teenager that doesn't irritate her parents too much. Ok?" That should just about do it.

She gave me another 'Amy' look.

"Strange, how someone who works in a hospital can arrange protection like that." She stomped off.

Well! That was fun. Wonder how long she would be mad at me about that?

I had trouble sleeping again that night, so I went down to the basement to watch TV again. Maybe the excitement about the upcoming weekend; I really did enjoy these times together. Maybe an uncomfortable feeling I had that I was not going to like the results of the investigations that were running. Maybe I was just secretly hoping Katie would come find me. Whatever the reason, I finally dozed off, only to wake up with Katie sitting on my lap kissing me.

"Hey, sleepy head. Couldn't stay awake waiting for me? If you are really tired, I can leave you alone tonight."

I put my arms around her and held her so she could not get away.

"You are not going anywhere, Little One. Now, what was this you were going to show me this morning that Amy would have picked up on?"

She grinned, giggled, and slowly took her clothes off. Not that she had a lot on anyway. The universal uniform, panties and a tee shirt. Then she just as slowly took my clothes off. I love it when she undresses me. Then she swallowed my cock all the way, and gave me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. The things she does with her tongue, lips, hands and teeth had me filling her mouth within minutes. Then she sat down on me, taking me inside her before I could get soft, and proceeded to bring herself to an orgasm as I watched. I just love to watch her tremble and shake all over, with her head buried in my neck, kissing me and trying to keep from screaming her brains out.

We cuddled for a while, and then she started to cry. I instinctively knew this was not the usual happy cry. Something was wrong.

"What is it, pretty lady? Talk to me."

"You are going to hate me so much. I seduced you and started this whole thing and now I have to stop it. I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

"Sweetheart, this has always been up to you, whenever you need it. We can stop whenever you feel the need to. But why do you have to stop it?"

"I don't want to! I love you so much, and you make me feel so good I cannot believe it. You and Victoria have been so nice to me, giving me a place to stay, and even talking about adopting me. And I repay Victoria for all her kindness by seducing her husband behind her back. The kids at school are right — I am just a slut." She sobbed brokenly against my chest.

This was going to be fun. I love problems this easy to solve. I lifted her head up, looked into her eyes, and wiped her tears away, kissing her gently.

"Katie... look at me. You are not a slut. Sluts sleep with multiple guys at once. You are not two-timing me are you? And you said you were seducing me behind Victoria's back. Would it help it I told her about it?" I teased, trying to get her to laugh.

She smiled shyly. "Well, I'm not sleeping with or making out with anyone else. I am dating someone, though." She looked at me nervously. "Is that ok?" Then what I said dawned on her. "No! Please don't tell Victoria! She would hate me! Not to mention she'd probably kill me and kick me out of the house!" She looked frantic. She did not seem to see the humor of being killed and then kicked out of the house.

"Of course it is ok. You should be dating boys your own age. Katie, you know I love Victoria very much. You said I was a nice, sweet guy. Did you ever wonder why I gave in to you so easily? Why I did these same things with Cindi?

"Well... because I seduced you and you couldn't resist, because I remind you of Cindi? Because you felt sorry for both of us? Because you get lonely and... you know... when Victoria is gone so much? I don't know."

I laughed. "You certainly are very pretty and sexy, Little One, and you would be hard to resist, but I think I could have managed it if I had wanted to." She blushed prettily. "The truth is, Katie, Cindi did seduce me the first time, but Victoria knew about it by the second time we made love. She approved of it, because of the good effects it was having on Cindi's recovery. She also told me in so many words that I was a fool and she would kick my butt if I did not make love to you. She has given me permission to be with you anytime she is out of town. Not only given permission, but strongly encouraged it."

"WHAT?!? Why would she do that? Why would she share someone like you with someone like me?" Katie looked stunned.

"Because she loves you. She knows I love you. She knows how much I miss Cindi and how much you remind me of her. She knows how hurt you have been, sexually and emotionally, and she knows I can help with that as I did with Cindi. Because we are grateful to you for saving Amy's life. We discussed things we could do for you in appreciation. She knew you were in love with me and the thing you wanted most in life was to make love to me. Was she right?" She blushed and looked down when I said that.

"Yes," she whispered shyly. "But, I would never try to take you away or make this a permanent arrangement or anything like that! I just want to enjoy you when I can."

"She knows that, Katie. No offence, pretty girl, but you could never take me away from Victoria. No one could. This is not meant to be permanent. You will someday fall in love with a wonderful man and you will not need this anymore. Until then, I am here anytime you need me. As long as Victoria is not in town. As long as you follow certain guidelines. Do not get pregnant. Do not bring diseases home from other guys. Do not tell anyone."

"I would never tell anyone! Those other things would all involve having sex with someone else, and I am just not interested in that. So, you really mean it is ok? She doesn't mind?"

"Yes. Now, shut up and make me happy, Little One!" I teased her.

Suddenly, I had 90 lbs of wiggly, squirmy Katie all over me, kissing, hugging, and sucking everything she could find to get her mouth on. Then she decided she wanted to do something special for me. First, she pretended she was Cindi. That was sad but nice also. Then she pretended she was Amy, giving herself to me for the first time. How hot was that?!? I do not even want to think about that anymore! By the time she left to go back to bed, I was exhausted. I was going to have to get some sleep one of these nights. It was not going to be tomorrow night, though, because Victoria was coming home. I told the girls they could sleep over at Rebecca's house if they wanted, but strangely, they both said no, they would just suffer through it. Giggle, giggle.

When I got home from work that evening and walked into the kitchen, I was greeted with the prettiest sight I could ever want to see. Victoria, Amy and Katie were all working together, cooking dinner. I just stood there and watched, and listened, before they knew I was there. Victoria was the essence of loveliness; at 37, she still looked no more than 25. Amy, looking so much like her, looked older than her 13, maybe 16. For some reason, I doubt it was accidental, they were wearing almost the same outfit. Finally, Katie, looking so different, yet so much like Cindi it took my breath away. The others looked happy, but Katie positively glowed. She was happier than I had ever seen her. I knew Victoria would be talking to me tonight! They were all mine for the whole weekend. Tonight was staying at home night. Tomorrow evening was dinner at Victoria's parents' house. Sunday was the birthday celebration at our house, with just us four.

As we were relaxing after dinner, teasing each other and just generally having a wonderful time, Victoria and I decided it was time to talk to them about Katie's future.

"Amy, Katie," Victoria said, "Your Dad and I have talked about it, and considering Katie's situation at home, we decided we would like to start proceedings to adopt Katie. Your Dad has looked into it and it should not be hard to do, and hopefully would not take that long. What do you girls think about that?"

Of course, Katie was excited. I had warned her not to let on that I had already mentioned it to her. Amy had a strange look on her face, one I could not read. Victoria noticed it too, and looked at me questioningly, but I did not know what was going on.

"Sure. That would be great," Amy said, then burst into tears, ran into her room, and closed the door. Victoria and I looked at each other in shock. We never would have even dreamed that Amy would have a problem with this. Katie started crying and looked devastated. I told Victoria I would talk to Amy and headed for her room. I knocked on the door.

"Amy. It's Daddy. Can I come in, sweetie?"

I heard a very tiny "yes". Amy was lying on her bed, sobbing her heart out. I have never been able to handle females crying. It just tears me up inside. Amy crying has always been particularly upsetting to me, maybe because she does it so seldom. This was several times in the last two months. Poor little thing. I sat down next to her on the bed, took her head and lay it in my lap, and just held her, stroking her hair. Finally, she calmed down a little.

"Want to tell me about it? A very upset little girl out there does not know why you do not want her to be your sister. Honey, how did we screw up? I honestly thought you would be happy about it; we wanted to surprise you. You and Katie seem to be so close..." I was thoroughly confused and upset that I had caused all this commotion. I could just imagine how Katie must feel.

Amy looked at me with big, sad eyes. What had I missed? I felt like I should know why she was crying. I braced myself for the chewing out I was going to get. Amy is not the most forgiving or diplomatic person when she is upset. Usually you did not have to guess what the problem was.

"God, Daddy, I am such a brat! Poor Katie, she must feel just awful. I really am happy for her, and I really think it is a great idea. I would love to have Katie as a sister. It just seems like... we are just forgetting about Cindi. I am so happy around Katie and it just feels like I should be missing Cindi and not being happy. When I heard we were going to adopt Katie, it just seemed we would not even need or remember Cindi anymore. I'm so sorry, I'm so silly, and now I've made a scene and Mom and Katie both probably hate me; Katie's so upset; I can feel how upset she is in my mind. And you have to listen to all this nonsense from me and I'm ruining your birthday weekend... Daddy, is this what they call a relapse? Am I having a relapse? I don't want to go back to the way I was before. Please help me, Daddy!" she cried as she started sobbing again.

I didn't know what to do. This was such a little thing, but it was so big to her.

"Honey, we don't have to adopt Katie right now. We don't have to adopt her at all. It was just an idea to help her. However, we can take our time and let you get used to it. She can still stay here just like she has been."

"No! I really don't mind. It's so important to her. She needs to belong to a family. I'm the idiot here, not her for wanting a family. I just need to calm down here for a while, and then go back out there and see if I can repair the damage I have just done. I hope it can be repaired. Tell them I'm ok and I'll be out in a little while."

"Amy, they love you. They will understand. Don't be so hard on yourself. I'll tell them."

I went back out to a sobbing, red, puffy eyed, almost hysterical Katie, with Victoria futilely trying to comfort her. I walked over, picked up Katie, and sat down on the couch with her in my lap. She buried her head in my chest and sobbed. Victoria looked lost, not knowing what to do. I smiled at her and told her it would be ok.

I finally got Katie to calm down. I sat her down between Victoria and me, so I could talk to them both.

"Katie, Amy thinks you hate her now."

"I don't hate her! I love her. I thought she hated me. I can find somewhere else to live. I don't want her to think I am pushing her out of her family. I can go somewhere else. I don't want to hurt her!"

"She doesn't want you to leave. She thinks it is wonderful that you would be her sister. She was just taken by surprise. She just thought we were all forgetting about Cindi." I cringed at the look of horror on Victoria's face. "She understands now how impossible that is. She's afraid she's having a relapse and she doesn't want to go back to how she was. We have to be gentle with her; she's a very hurt little girl. Just because she's been acting normal the last two weeks we tend to think everything is ok. Even though you have helped a lot, Katie, she still misses Cindi sometimes."

Amy finally came out of her room. She apologized to everyone, then took Katie by the hand and led her into her room, and closed the door. They came back out an hour later, laughing and joking and giggling as if nothing had ever happened. Teenagers! So resilient.

Later, when it was time to go to bed, I asked Amy if she needed to sleep with us tonight. She rolled her eyes and giggled.

"I don't think so! I would like to get some sleep! Besides, you might not be able to tell Mommy and me apart in the dark! Hmmm, on second thought..." Victoria swatted her on the butt for that. Both Katie and Amy hugged Victoria goodnight together, each whispering in an ear. Victoria blushed?!? I have to hear what they said!

Neither one of us bothered to wear any clothes to bed. We were both too excited for such unnecessary frills. Victoria was in a playful mood, however, as she proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs in history. She kept bringing me right to the point of climaxing, then backing off and letting me calm down. I had a flashback of the first time Cindi had done that to me. Now I realized where she had gotten the idea. The little imp had been watching us! I looked over at the doorway and sure enough, two little wide-eyed faces were showing through the partially open door! They looked guilty and started to dive under cover until they heard me laugh. I smiled and mouthed "I love you!" to them as they watched. They mouthed it back as Victoria stopped long enough to ask me why I laughed. I told her it was because I loved her and she made me so happy. That was true. When she lowered herself down on me, taking me inside her, I understood why she had taken me so far with the blowjob. She was so wet! She exploded with her first orgasm as soon as I was inside her. Just in the short time it took me to peak, she had another orgasm. This was going to be a fun night! The two little faces looked stunned.

Later, as we were resting together, she looked at me and grinned. I knew that grin; I was in trouble.

"So," she whispered sexily, "how was Katie?" I looked to make sure our little voyeurs were no longer present.

"I thought she was fine tonight," I answered, deliberately misunderstanding her. "Once I explained why Amy... OW! What was that for?" I exclaimed, feigning hurt feelings after she punched me. I did not have to pretend it hurt physically.

"You know what I am talking about, smart aleck. How WAS she?"

"How do you know I did anything yet? I just said I would think about it."

"Are you kidding me? She was positively glowing tonight. Either you did, or she has been taken over by aliens." This was a fun game, but I decided I did not want to risk another punch, so I told her what she wanted to know.

"She was sweet, wonderful, very talented, not as good as you, but very enjoyable. She has also been very badly hurt, as you suspected." I told her the story Katie had told me. Katie had given me permission to tell Victoria. She had tears in her eyes, just as I did, when I first heard it. "Patrick John Phillips, you better tell me you made love to that poor girl after that story, or I'm going to beat you!"

"No, but I let her seduce me. Afterwards, she had a panic attack, thinking she was betraying you. I had to tell her that you knew." I heard Victoria laugh at that. I answered her unspoken question. "Yeah, she was freaked out, but once I convinced her it was true, she was happy." I told her all about that night. She insisted on the details.

"You make sure you keep that girl happy when I'm gone. She is way too precious to lose." Victoria ordered. Yes, ma'am!

"Since I told you about her, does that mean I can tell them all about our sex life?' I teased.

"What? You mean the stuff they didn't see tonight peeking through the door?" She giggled.

"You knew about that?" I asked, shocked.

"Hell, Cindi and Amy have been doing that for years. I figured with me gone so much, it was better than relying on you to give them the sex education talk!" This time I swatted her.

"Well, I did give them the talk." I told her about the experience with all the girls and the strip poker and sex talk. She was laughing hysterically by the time I was done.

"Damn! I'm going to have to watch it or I'm going to be sharing you with all those girls!" She didn't sound too distressed at the idea.

"Right. Just what they want. An old man and their friend's father to boot. They're not all like Katie, you know."

"Are you kidding? All of those girls would take you in a minute. Maybe at the same time, for all I know. Even the ones like Elizabeth and Emily who haven't the foggiest idea what sex is are hot for you, willing to learn." Great. I did not need to hear that! There is one good way to shut Victoria up. Well, from speaking, that is. She didn't say any coherent words for quite a while after that.

The next morning, we all had breakfast together. Amy and Katie looked tired, but then it was before noon. I asked them if they slept well last night.

"No," Amy complained. "Someone was torturing small animals all night long." Katie leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Oh! That was Mom and Dad? Who would have known? However, I think they deserve some recognition for their stamina, if nothing else." Smart-ass comedians. They both stood up and clapped long and loud. Both Victoria and I were blushing furiously. They finally got us good. Katie leaned over and whispered in a loud stage voice.

"I have some experience in these matters. They are really not very good. Your Dad climaxes way too soon and obviously does not care a wit about his partner's enjoyment. And your Mom shows an amazing lack of flexibility, inventiveness and interest. She just lays there like a bump on a log." She giggled and ducked as I threw a biscuit at her. Amy reached out nonchalantly and caught it without even looking. She caught me looking at her in surprise and she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Then Katie cringed in mock fear as I gave her a 'see if you get any more of my not very good technique' look. All of us were red now at Katie's crude remarks. I wondered how many other sides this girl has to her that we had not even seen yet.

The girls, including Victoria, decided they wanted to go shopping, so I decided to go with them for a change. I usually get bored very fast with shopping. They figured out that if they tried on sexy bathing suits occasionally, that would keep me attentive. Boy, did it! Then they had to try on panties and bras and they had to have my opinion on those. I told them I could not really tell unless I could see them as they were taken off, or took them off myself. Katie said "ok" and giggled, Amy turned red and got tongue tied, Victoria whispered "later". We had a fun time all day. They even let me look at some electronic stores. They rolled their eyes, but they smiled patiently while I played. Mainly because Victoria looked with me, since she is an electronics geek also. It also gave us a chance to neck and embarrass the girls.

We got home mid afternoon. The girls decided what they were going to wear to the dinner that night. Then we all decided to take a nap, since we would probably be up late. Of course, we all piled into the same bed to nap. I didn't actually sleep; I just watched three very beautiful females as they slept. I love to watch them sleep. When I got bored with that, I would tickle Amy or Katie's ear and watch them swat at it in their sleep. I tickled Victoria in another, more fun place. After the third time, I found out she wasn't as asleep as I thought; she whispered that if I kept that up, she was going to have to kick the girls out of the room. I suggested we go into Amy's room. One of these days when I really want to gross Amy out, I will have to tell her we made love in her bed!

Dinner that night was interesting. Victoria's parents are nice people. They adopted her when she was 16 years old. She had been living in foster homes from the time she was two years old until they adopted her. She was just elated when she finally found a permanent family. I understood exactly what she went through, as I had gone through a similar situation. She does not talk about it much, but I think she had a much tougher time of it than I did. As Amy said once, something happened that made her so frantic to protect her babies at all costs. I suspect there are things about her early teen years that we did not know and that she would love to forget.

I usually can't resist, when we get together with her parents, to take the opportunity to find out things about her past. This time I was checking up on something she told me after the incident at the fair. I was talking to her Father in the study, alone.

"By the way, I wanted to thank you for the self-defense courses that you let Victoria take when she was young. They have really helped out with teaching the girls some things they need to know." By now, I pretty much figured the response I was going to get.

"Well, I wish we could take credit for that, but we never had her in any such classes that I know of. Maybe it was before we adopted her. She always was pretty graceful, though." He proceeded to tell me several stories from her mid teens. I love to hear those stories. He got a brilliant idea just as the others came into the room.

"Would you like to see all her pictures in the family album? We found it the other day when we cleaning up." He pulled it out of a drawer.

"Dad... Patrick and the girls don't want to see all that old stuff." Victoria protested.

"Yes we do!" we all yelled in unison. Wow! It had been a long time since I had received a dirty look like that from Victoria. I try to avoid getting that look. I am scared of her, but Amy's not. She laughed at her. We spent quite some time looking at the pictures. It was remarkable how much she and Amy looked alike when Victoria was 13. You could literally mistake one for the other. Then he pulled out the real special picture.

"This is one we just found the other day. I hope this does not upset you, Victoria. This is the only picture we have of her from her original family. It shows her Mom, Dad, and brother with her when she was about two years old. Isn't she cute?" Unfortunately, there was no response, because it was at exactly that moment that Katie and I both had an attack of the clumsies and we both dropped our glasses on the floor, shattering them in a hundred pieces. After much apologies and helping to clean up the mess, the album was forgotten, to Victoria's relief.

Katie and I managed not to make any more messes the rest of the night. I noticed Amy giving us some curious looks periodically. I knew she was reading my emotions and I was upset about something. I was trying not to show it until I could check out something at home. Something was bothering Katie too; I did not need emotional reading ability to see that she could not sit still. I knew that nosey little Amy was not going to let the evening pass without bugging me about it. Sure enough, a few minutes later I felt her sidle up close to me.

"So... mister sure fingers, I don't think I have ever seen you drop a wine glass before. Waste of good wine. You seem somewhat upset. Want to talk about it?" She smiled at me so sweetly. Amy really is a sweetheart — she loves to help people. We have always been open with each other and pleasant to each other when we overstep the boundaries of privacy. I am sure knowing that made my answer even more confusing to her.

"No, Amy, I don't want to talk about it. If I wanted to talk about it with you, I would have come to you. Why don't you go bother your mother for a while?" I snapped at her, turned around and walked away. I don't know why I snapped at her like that. Something was bothering me, some feeling of doom or distress, and I was distracted. I would never have talked to Amy that way otherwise. When I looked at her later, she did not look like her feelings were hurt; she was just looking at me with a sad and worried look on her face. I need not have worried about hurting her feelings; Amy had a cause now. Daddy was upset about something, so she made it a point to stay as close to me as she could, touching me and holding my arm any chance she got. I wasn't so distracted that I didn't appreciate it. Just do not bug me about my emotions when I did not have them sorted out myself. I was trying desperately to figure out what it was that was bothering me. Something about Victoria's childhood just was not right. I could not put my finger on what it was that I saw or heard that was out of place, but whatever it was, it had triggered either some unpleasant memories or deep-seated concerns. Whatever it was, it was worrying me and I was scared since somehow I knew it involved Victoria.

The rest of the evening was pleasant enough, although I must admit I didn't remember much of it. Amy stuck to me all night like glue. It wasn't unpleasant, as she really is a very pleasant and very pretty young lady, and she did not bug me anymore about talking to her. Katie still seemed antsy about something, but it did not seem critical. Otherwise, everyone had a good time. The ride home was quiet. I really didn't feel like talking, and Victoria noticed that. Amy and Katie dozed in the backseat. As we prepared for bed, Amy gave me a big, close, special hug and kiss, and then looked at me with those marvelous eyes of hers, full of concern and worry. She laid her cheek against mine, her mouth to my ear.

"I love you, Daddy, so very much. No matter what, I love you. Remember that. No matter what," she whispered. Then she went to bed. Katie gave me a somewhat distracted hug, and headed for bed also. When Victoria and I went to bed, she just quietly held me close, letting me feel the love she had for me. She could sense something was wrong. She could also sense I couldn't talk about it yet. For the first time since as far back as I could remember, we didn't make love. Somehow she knew I couldn't. She knew I just needed her close. We held each other close all night long. Sometime during the night, Amy came in, and when I awoke the next morning, she was cuddled close to the other side of me. That was about the only joy I was to experience that day.

I was even worse after we got up Sunday. After I got out of bed with Victoria and Amy, I wandered around the house like a lost puppy. I just couldn't snap myself out of it. I yelled at Amy again. She just smiled sweetly at me and told me she loved me. Later that afternoon I yelled at Katie when she wanted to talk to me and she ran out of the room in tears. A few minutes later, Victoria came into the room. She took me by the hand and led me into our bedroom, and closed the door. She looked unhappy.

"Ok, you have yelled at Amy twice now. Katie is in tears, because her Daddy doesn't love her anymore. It is my turn now. Yell at me, get it over with, and then maybe you can tell me what this is all about." She looked really worried.

"I don't know what is wrong. If I knew, I would tell you. I just have this dreadful feeling that something is terribly wrong, that disaster is about to strike me. I wish I knew. I can't believe I yelled at Katie. And Amy. Please tell them I love them. I'm too ashamed to face them."

"I have an idea," Victoria said brightly, trying to cheer me up. "Let's exchange presents now instead of this evening." She called out to the girls, then took me by the hand and led me out to the living room.

I insisted that we give Victoria her presents first. I did not feel that I deserved any, the way I was acting. Suddenly, I understood how Amy was feeling after Cindi died. How she was acting out, knew she was doing it, felt awful about it, but just couldn't help herself.

I gave Victoria a bracelet she had wanted and that I loved too. It was a pearl string, with delicate gold chains on either side. It was beautiful. She was ecstatic. The girls got her things she was just as excited about. I don't even remember what they were. I was happier, laughing and having a good time. The darkness had receded for a while at least. Victoria gave me a new watch. Amy got me sweet little things that I would treasure later, but didn't remember what it was at the time. Even Katie got me something. Then, Amy said she had one more special present. As she went to get it, the phone rang. She answered it, and then came back to me.

"It's for you, Daddy."

"Tell them to call back later," Victoria snapped. It seemed my lousy mood of before was rubbing off.

"He said it was important. He needs to talk to Dad immediately." Amy sounded concerned.

I took the call in the office. I knew who it was before I even answered the phone.

"Patrick, it is John Haskin. Happy birthday to you and Victoria."

"Thank you, John. We appreciate the good wishes. But that is not why you called, is it?"

He sighed. "I'm afraid not. Patrick, I looked over all the information on Cindi's accident. I'm afraid we missed something very important in the original investigation. The truck driver was dead before the collision. He had a bullet wound in the head. Someone else steered that truck and set the fire before escaping out the passenger door. I'm afraid it was no accident."

"You're telling me Cindi was murdered?" I whispered. "How did you miss this on the original investigation?" Oh God, Cindi, forgive me for not protecting you!

"I'm afraid so. I don't know how it was missed. Parts of the autopsy report were inexplicitly left out of the police report. We're investigating that." What he didn't say was more important than what he said. "I'm also afraid I have some more bad news for you."

"What could you tell me worse than this?" I asked, my voice breaking. What could be worse than killing my little girl? I found out; trying to kill my other little girl.

"The Director of the Microbiology Laboratory at the hospital just called me. He hasn't been able to reach you. He has asked me to initiate an attempted murder investigation for Amy's illness. It seems the virus she was infected with was an engineered virus, the kind developed by Biological Warfare Laboratories. He says there is no way she could have been infected accidentally, especially since she was the only one infected. She was very lucky; that virus has a near 100% fatality rate, with the few survivors succumbing to a relapse within a week."

Suddenly I was calmer. I thought I knew what I had been dreading.

"We will be investigating both of these crimes. I assure you we will find those responsible and bring them to justice.

"Pull your people out, John. I will take care of this one," I whispered.

"Patrick... we have discussed this before. I have seen how you work in this type of situation before. I will not have the streets of my city filled with dead bodies. You and Victoria are dear friends, but I cannot let you do this."

"You can't stop it, John. It's going to happen whether I want it to or not. Get your people clear. I don't want any of them on my conscience." I hung up the phone.

I sat there, berating myself. I had failed Cindi. She had died because I didn't protect her. I had suspected what Victoria really did after San Francisco. I had known for sure after I had met Robert, after the incident at the Fair. I had stopped digging after that meeting because I had recognized Robert. He didn't know me, but I knew of him. Still, I had trusted them to protect my girls, instead of doing it myself. They had failed; I had failed. But for Cindi's strange powers, Amy would be dead too. Cindi saved Amy, I killed Cindi. How could I tell Victoria that her baby had been murdered? What would happen if — when — she found out that I had the ability to protect her babies and had failed not once, but twice? How could she continue to love me, live with me after that? How could Amy stand to look at me, her Dad, who had let her twin be killed, had put her through all her suffering? These thoughts continued to swirl and build in my head as I outwardly calmed myself to go out to face my family, for probably the last birthday I would ever spend with them.

I actually appeared calm and happy when I rejoined the family. I told Victoria the call was nothing important. Amy and Katie were not fooled. They could read my emotions, could see the intense turmoil in my mind. They had an almost scared look on their faces. Amy said she had one more special present for me. She handed me a four-inch cube box.

"This was Cindi's present for you, Daddy," she said almost fearfully. I opened it slowly. Inside was a crystal sphere. Inside the sphere were tendrils of bright green and bright blue, the colors of Amy and Cindi's eyes. Etched in the glass was an inscription. It said, "Love me. Trust me." Suddenly, images flooded my mind, showing me what had happened in that hospital room. I remembered it all. Suddenly, I couldn't take anymore. I got up from the chair and walked out to the patio, to gaze out over the landscape. Amy, Katie and Victoria watched me go with surprised looks on their faces. I heard Amy whisper.

"Mommy! He is not ok!" She said fearfully.

Just when I thought things could not possibly get worse, I suddenly realized what was not right with Victoria's childhood. I remembered a picture in an envelope in my bottom desk drawer, underneath all the papers. A picture I had only looked at once and nobody else had ever seen. I walked back into my office, and took out the envelope, removing the picture. The only picture I had of my original family. A picture of a Mom, Dad, and a little girl and a little boy. I turned it over and saw an inscription on the back, an inscription I had never seen before, with a date on it. It said:

"Mom, Dad and the two year old twins... Patrick and Victoria." It was exactly the same picture I had seen at Victoria's parents' house last night. With shaking hands, I put the picture back where I found it.

I felt the darkness closing in. I knew this meant I had lost Victoria forever. How could she stay married to me once she saw this picture? I could not hide it from her. How could any of them want to be around the one who had failed to protect Cindi, had failed to protect Amy? I didn't even want to live anymore. I felt my body, my mind closing down as my mind reeled under the multiple shocks it had received. As I felt myself sinking to the floor, tears running down my face, I dimly heard Amy and Katie scream as I saw Victoria walk through the doorway.

"Mommy! Daddy needs you! He is not ok!"

At the same time, I heard Victoria yell "Amy! Get in here and help me with your Dad! Now!" That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

ould see why she was fighting with Amy. Unfair as it may be, she was blaming Amy for many of the things that had happened to her. She had to suck cock, and swallow cum to protect Amy. She had to rub balls, when she would rather have died than do all those things, to protect Amy from being raped. In her upset state of mind, she did not realize that a) she would have been raped anyway. They just would have raped Amy also, or if that was a bluff, just forced Cindi to do it anyway. I suspect threatening to take Amy was a bluff - they just were turned on by making her give in and do it of her "own free will". b) She made the choice to protect Amy. I will always have a special love for Cindi for protecting my little Amy like that, but it was not Amy's fault. She had nothing to do with it.

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.

and athletic with a beautiful face and the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen. She has a personality as wonderful as her body - calm, laid back, sweet. She has only raised her voice to me once in all our time together - and that was in a crisis when one of our daughters was in grave danger. She also showed me at that time that she is not quite the pretty but helpless thing everyone always thought she was; that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and her loved ones. That is another story for another time. Although I have been told I am good looking, I never could understand how I ended up with her.

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.