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Hot Cream Shop

brinorwood on Taboo Stories


Amy had been a sweet breath of air at Mr. Duncan’s ice cream shop.Sixteen, Long brown hair and a smile that made everyone else feel like a V.I.P. customer.

It was Sunday and they closed at seven, So Mr. Duncan was in the back doing the books when he heard Amy yelling something.

He ran out and say a man pushing her down behind the bar.

Her shirt ripped off and her breast exposed.

He grabbed a broom from behind the door and ran over hitting the man who looked shocked to see him. The man got up and ran out the door, Mr. Duncan following close behind. After man was gone Duncan locked the door and pulled the shade.

Thank you,

Amy came running and hugged Him.

Out of breath from running, at 56 and out of shape, It took all he h

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ad to keep from passing out from all the excitement.

Are you ok Amy? Come back and have a seat in the office while I call the cops.

Amy held him tight as they walked into the back. Her bare breast pressing against his arm.

Sit dear.

Please don’t call the police, I don’t want know one knowing what happened.

Are you sure? That man tried to rape you sweetie.

I was my fault. He said I had a sexy ass and he would love to see it sitting on his face. And I told him he wasn’t man enough to handle it. Guess that’s why he tried to take it.

Mr. Duncan could not believe she was talking like this. He knew her parents and knew they went to church every week and she went as well.

Amy, it’s not your fault. Just because you have a sexy body, Doesn’t give a man the right to try and force his self on you.

He couldn’t help but noticed her firm young breast was still out there and she was not trying to cover them, And her nipples was hard as his old cock was starting to get.

Amy took her tits in her hands. You think I have a sexy body? I think my tits are to small and my ass to big. As she stood up and turned around.

With out thinking, He said. You have perfect tits and the finest ass I have ever seen on any women Amy.

Before he knew what was going on. She had her arms around his neck and her tits in his face. Thanks Mr. Duncan, I needed to hear a real man say that, Not just the boys at school.

He was in a daze as he reached out and took a breast in hand and started sucking. She moaned as he sucked and fondled her firm but soft tits. She took her shirt the rest of the way off and reached down and started stroking

His now well hardened cock. :

“HHMmmm” She smiled. She was surprised to find such a large cock on this old man.

She pulled her tits Away and slid down to the floor. Pulling at his belt and working his zipper down.

Amy.. You should stop. This is wrong. But the words meant nothing as he helped her get his pants down . His swollen cock now free, all 9 inches of it.

My god. I have never seen one this big before!!!

Just how many have you seen before?

Just three. To boys at school and .. You promise not to tell??

Yes dear. He would say anything at this time as she was now stroking him.

The other was father Tim at church.

You say his cock.

Yes, after I told him about the boys at school. He said he needed to make sure I knew how wrong it was and he needed to punish me. And he did by fucking my tight ass.

Duncan all most blew his nut right then…

Then he felt her warm lips slide over the head of his cock and take half of it in her mouth.

Ooo” Amy that feels great. As she started sucking him deep and fast.

It didn’t take long as he blew the biggest load of his life and she swallowed

Most of it. With a pop, she let go and smiled up at him. Cum running out the corner of her mouth. He pulled her to him and kissed and cleaned the last drops from her mouth. She reaches down and works her way out of her pants. Sliding on his lap and works her soaking pussy back and forth on his soften cock.

He can feel the heat of her cunt on his lap. He rolls her over and sinks his head between her legs and sucks and licks her cunt like a man staving.

Her legs tighten around his head and she screams as she cums. He can’t believe how strong her orgasm is as she floods his mouth and soaks his face and couch.. She pulls his head up and starts kissing and licking her cream from his face. He takes his now hardened cock and guides it to her hot pussy. As it starts in. He can’t believe how tight she is as the walls of her pussy seem to work like fingers on his cock. Pulling him in and massaging him like he had never felt before. Her moans feel the air as she wraps her legs around his waist and starts fucking him back. He can hardly keep up with her, as she slams her Cunt against his every stroke. She screams as she climaxes again.

Duncan loses control as this young vixen’s pussy tightens around his cock.

He pulls from her soaked cunt and flips her over. Slamming his cock into her waiting cunt. Here he is. At 56 years old fucking the prettiest cunt he had ever seen. Her shapely ass pounding back with each stroke. Her cunt

stretched around his poll. He can see her pussy wrapped around him like a condom. Her little brown asshole all most winks at him as he slams into her how wet pussy. He grabs her ass cheeks and shoves his thumb in her tight ass. With no protest he starts fingering her shit hole as he fucks her.

This is more then Amy can take as she climaxes again. Duncan feels her cunt feeling with pressure. He pulls out as She shots hot thick cum from her young cunt. Duncan can’t believe how hot and how much cum this 16 year old just let lose. As he to starts to shot stream after stream of his hot cum, coating her ass and pussy. He grabs her waist and pulls her to him, Kissing her neck, as she still shakes from that last orgasm.

After a moment of silence.

So think I can work some over time and make a little extra cash?

Duncan smiles. I think I have some idea’s on how you can make lots of extra cash. As he slides his sticky soft cock along her soaked cunt and ass.

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ITS NOT TABOO TO ME

itsonlyfun on Taboo Stories

 Its not taboo to me.

 This was back a while when £500 was a years wages for most people. I'll get into the tale then.

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 I had been described from an early age as everything from a pest to the devil incarnated in human form. The one I remembered and appreciated most came from my old grandfather. Not given to swearing around women and kids,I got his goat so much one day he told my mother I was a little fucker. Now as a young teenager that's just what I aimed to be, - 'A little fucker for real' - the reason I told myself was my sister,5 years my senior,making her ninteen. Her mouth was sensuous but had a habit of targeting me,trying

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to drop me in the shit all the time,but god that figure of her's was really to blame,it was nigh on perfect and since she'd caught me ogling it when she posed naked in front of her mirror studying herself, - she was seventeen then - I took a slap from her,but was determined to get my handson her body one way or another.

 This brings me to a further point about her that led up to that first one; A time before when we were younger,call it my formative years, I'd been lucky enough to catch her at a compromised moment. What this was is this. I'd already realised she had a thing about money, - Subsequently I now know virtually all women have. -  So as I was saying,I came upon her with a gang of my friends and others stood in front of her in a queue. Nosily I crept about until I could see what was amiss and on concluding this,I too joined the queue. I had what was needed, - A shilling (5p) now, - That's what each kid was giving her regardless of age and for this they got to put a hand inside the top of her knickers and have a feel of her slice.

 Shit when it got to my turn she looked, - Having till then not noticed it was her brother,being only interested in each shilling she got. - "Not you,you little spook,I'm your sister,you can't" - "I'll give you two" I said, "No not even for five,I'm your sister for christ sake. Buzz off and if you dare tell mum or dad,I'll unscrew your neck from your body,then you'll be dead" Dejected I buggered off and felt gutted,all these other kids had had a feel and I was the only one not to have touched a real pussy. I hated her at that moment,but it had not been lost on me that girls or women for that matter would do things for money. I set my mind on two things that day. One I'd get enough money when I was older to get women to do my bidding and two,I'd get enough money soon to get my sister to let me feel hers...

 Now in the interim period,a bloke had a bit of bad luck that became my good luck. I was mooching about on a waste bit of ground and saw this bloke with a shabby old grocery bag,meant nothing at first but he missed his step or something and in grabbing the bag tightly as he stumbled,a couple of things like pots of pepper fell out,panicking he grabbed up these tubes and went on his way,I in turn was sure he'd missed at least one so quickly wandered over to investigate if my eyes hadn't deceived me. Sure enough this roll,for that's what it was,about as thick as a man's hard cock was lost in some long stubbly grass just adjacent to where he stumbled. My first thought was to chase after him and offer it back,thinking he may reward me,but on making a further study of this roll it had a rubber band round it and on peeling this off,I found it was a roll of bank notes. More than I could even imagine. Reward like hell! I'd got the reward I fancied and I knew what I'd be doing with some of it and all.

 Non the less I traipsed after the old bloke in his general direction only to see him going into a pawn brokers that us locals knew was a criminals exchange so to speak. OK,he probably came by his plunder dishonestly,so he wouldn't miss a bit I reckoned and I was now rich enough to get things sorted with sister for a start. First to hidde my booty,then to use a bit to get some change, - Keep her price as low as possible,after all a feel was only a shilling a while back, - But I reckoned now she was as she called it 'All grown up' I'd need a quid (£1) for a look. I wasn't to sure about the price of a feel,but a feel I intended to have,no matter how much it was and I meant a real feel,not a quick down the front of her knickers but a good long time with her knickers off and out of the way.

 I chose my chance and had a plan. I intended offering a pound,but I would wave a bigger note so she could see there was more for her to get. I also knew she on going to bed spent time admiring herself,but then again she done this most of the time. So an opportunity presented itself as I knew it would. Having bathed,she,while I waited in my own room,passed back into hers. I heard a drawer open and shut and knew by stealth she was getting and putting on a bra and pants. I also knew she'd present herself for supper for an hour then go off to her room as did I. So I gently opened her door. "God,you're so lovely when you've just got out of the bath I could eat you"

 She whipped round, "Not you again,you're too late you perv,I've already put them on,don't you ever tire of trying to see my private bits? - This was all done quietly,I'd suspected for some time she got a buzz from tormenting my hormones or something because she'd stopped yelling to mum and stood with just panty's and bra' blatantly tormenting,and she knew it! My cock was hard and throbbing but she couldn't see that. "What you after apart from that you perv" - "I've got something you might like but it'll cost you" - "What could you have that I'd want you lump head? - Such affection from my sibling always so loving!! - "No,its something you'd be really interested in if I showed you" - "Not a wriggly thing like you tried on before is it,go on away and leave me alone" - "No,my wriggly is stiff anyway" - "Piss off,I meant that time when... her voice tapered off realising it had been the time she wouldn't let me feel her pussy down the front of her knickers. -"That - time - Oh nothing... you know what I mean!" - "Yeah,funny though,it is about that in a way" - "Eh,how? What can that have to do with anything,we're a lot older now anyway"

 "Exactly,it must be really lovely now with lots of fur all over it" - "Pervert,why don't you just piss off" - "Okay,so you don't want it,this pound" - "What pound,where would you get a pound anyway,you're lying you little creep,go on push off downstairs there's nothing for you to see here" - I made to go just as she peered closer into the mirror at her face. My cock gave a pulse as in so doing and with the type of knickers of the day, - Frilly loose legged.I got a glimpse of the bum cheek creases just peeping out from below the bottom.- "What do you think this is then? Smoke" Almost out through the door,I had a fiver poking from my pocket while gripping it in case she made a grab for it.

 "Can't be real,where the hell would you get a whole five pound note from anyway?" - Boldly,I pulled it out and added,you could have the whole one for a price" - "Blackmailer,what price? anyway what about the pound thing,what was it you wanted for that? - Answering her own question, - Don't tell me,its what I got those shillings for,it is I bet" - "You're good wetty Betty,I'll give you that. Got it in one" - "See,I was right,you are a pervert,I'm still your sister mind" - "Yeah,but do I get a feel?" - I added the pressure by pulling a separate pound from another pocket" - "What another pound,just how much have you got you little cretin and where has it come from anyway" - "No need to know that,do I get that feel then?" - "She weakened, - "I'll think about it,now piss off... Oh! the fiver,what was that offer for,for doing what? - "Letting me play with it proper" Her balled up dirty knickers shot towards me as I disappeared, "Filthy pig,no way not ever" she hissed forcefully at my shadow.

 Later a nod from sis as she said, "I'll make another cuppa mum or cocoa shall I?" - I followed her out, "There's biscuits in the barrel,I'll get them as well Betty,okay mum?" The excuse was a cover to see what Betty wanted, Kettle on, "That pound,give it to me now and you can,I want it before though,I don't trust you" - A pound out of my riches was peanuts,but she couldn't know that. - "I'll give you it,but when do I collect?" - "Now,here,go on give it to me and do it while the kettles boiling" I clicked the switch off immediately and she smiled at that, - "Not long mind,we may get caught else" I passed the pound to her and with a trembling hand and my heart pounding I fed my hand through the buttoned gaps of her dressing gown and felt for the top of her knickers waistband.

 Now looking up at the ceiling,her eyes closed as she felt my trembling fingers passing inside the top of her knickers and I had the first feel of her lovely soft curly moss above her slit. My fingers searching lower felt a warm moist part and as I felt more she pressed her legs forward and open a bit until I could feel a very wet slit. "Where's that cocoa and biscuits then? What you two doing so long out their,how long does it take to boil a kettle,I could jump through the pair of you" - "Sorry mum,the cretin hit the kettle switch off and I never realised it" - Betty grinned from ear to ear. I crept really close in to her, "You're soaking wet down there" - "Shhh! I know,its you and your damn money. What did I have to do again for your fiver? Is that all you've got?" - I slowly nodded NO! - "Let me lay with you and look at it and play with it properly" - She looked but said nothing as she poured the boiling water.

 We took the cups and stuff out together. "My room after they've gone to bed,bring that fiver mind,nothings a freebie here" she pointed at her pussy and tits. - "Fuck I never mentioned tits,she's just put then into the ring" I was hard again,I wonder,I just wonder if she'll handle mine as I feel her,after all she was as wet as hell between the legs...

 All was now silent,too silent,I shit as my bed creaked as I got off it to go to Betty's room. With heart pounding like a hammer I went into the completely darkened room,stubbed my toe and suffered in silence. Now in bed with her I whispered, "I nearly broke my toe its so dark. I can't see it like this" A flash light lit up giving an eirie form of light that displayed my sisters erect nipples with great shadows across the sheets. She was totally naked. I quickly pulled my pants off making me naked also. As my cock touched her thigh she pulled back. "I didn't tell you to do that,you're only here to have a feel not the other. I never thought you'd be that big and fat down there though,you're only a kid really"

 I nearly cum as she gripped her hand around my shaft. "That fiver,does it allow me a squeeze now you've taken it out for me?" - "Of course,you can do anything you like with it no charge" - Grinning she slapped my cock making it sting. "OW" - "SHH,they might hear us" I took the flash light and settled between her legs to look and play. She lay back and let me feel all over it as she got noticably wetter and wetter.It was a lovely pussy,peeping lips tucked between puffy sides. I pulled these apart to see a pink inside with a small hole and a slippery gooey wetness. - "Touch up under my hood,that bean thing I like that,but don't try and push your finger up in me too far,I'm still a virgin" I touched her then I done it quicker and she lifted her legs up bringing her heels to her bum cheeks,the more I played the higher her hips rose until as she gasped and jerked she grabbed at her legs and pulled them up and open so wide I could see it all pink up inside her slit with a whitish membrain showing that she had a really small hole in the middle of this skin. "I can see your virginity,its beautiful" - I'd moved to see more and in doing so,her hand came down her side and took hold of my cock as one leg rested across my ass cheek.

 Frantically she wanked at me as she had her orgasm. - "Don't try to fuck me,please don't I know I want you too but don't,resist it because I know I wont be able to if you put it there near it" - I couldn't answer as her frantic wanking of my cock shot sperm all over the place. Her hand stopped and I switched off the flash light as I lay across her now limp torso. I crawled up her body and kissed her nipples,She whispered, "That's making my toes curl,thanks for not doing it,I couldn't have stopped you it was making me cum so hard"

 I felt guilty for not fucking her but sad that she admitted she wouldn't have been able to resist my cock... "Does this mean we're at a new stage of understanding?" - "Maybe. Where did you get that sort of money?" - The magic was gone in an instant,that's not to say I wasn't going to follow her admission of wanting my cock,but it looked like I'd have to pay some. Who cares,its only money and we're both virgin's but will she come back to reality by the morning. - I crept back to my room on her say so. - Back in bed I wondered where my sperm splattered too and how she'd hide it from mum,her problem I suppose,after all she got six quid for dealing with that little problem. I'm such a shit ain't I?  

ITS NOT TABOO TO ME 2

itsonlyfun on Taboo Stories

 Its not taboo to me 2

 This is my next episode at getting what I wanted sexually for money. My sister had took the bait I'd offered - Money - so why not offer her enough to let me have her cherry,after all she'd be getting mine as well as some money.

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 So it was; Early the next day she caught me before I'd got up. "Bob - B-o-o-b-b-i-e!! How did you get it? How much is there?" - By now she was perched at my side on the bed and was squeezing my cock through the bed clothes. I took the opportunity offered by lifting the side of my bed clothes and without hesitation she took my cock skin to skin into her warm palm. Intens

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ely now, - "How much have you got?" - Playing my tormenting card, - "Over six inches" - "No you little toad, - she squeezed my knob so hard, - you know what I'm on about,that money,come on how much is it? Much?? Is it enough to let me have some more or did you use all you had for - You know!! Last night?"

 I needed to play hardball, - "If I don't tell you where or how much,you wont be able to blackmail me for more" - "And?" - Her eyes were wide and intense. - "A-n-d??" - "And what? I queried" - "You know what. If there's any more,what would I have to do?" - I dry fucked her hand. - "You horrible little shit,just because of what I said last night don't mean I meant it! How much would you pay me? I'm not saying I would but I think you're bluffing,I bet you used all you had for that feel" - I grinned devilishly making her really grip my cock as though she was trying to strangle it. "God don't not so hard you'll make me cum off"

 She relinquished her grip and started wanking me. "Come on,tell me and I'll make you cum" - "You're offering me a shag? For how much?" - "I don't know,how can I know? I've never done it,I might be no good at doing it. How much you got?" - I'm nearing my goal,she's tempted. - "If I only got another tenner,what would you say,can we for that much?" - She eyed me suspiciously, "Another tenner? you can't have all that! Can you?"

 If I have,would you? You know shag me,a proper shag,not just make out. I get to put it right up inside past your virginity" - She was thinking... "I would for a real tenner,that's two weeks pay for dad" - "When and how? can we risk doing it here?" - "We did last night,the time we done it would be long enough to fuck for real. Okay,I'll let you,but I need the money now" - "Fuck off,no way and anyway don't let anybody know you've got it you silly cat. "I'm not a silly cat, - she made a purring noise, "I'd have made you cum if you'd said I could have had it now" Ha! Ha!" - Bitch,I'm nearly there" - "Tough,you should have thought before you said NO" - "I ain't got it here" - "You're not going off and pinch it are you?" - "NO! Don't be stupid,yeah I got it hid" - "I'll give you a wink then" - She said then she was gone,leaving me with a wet aching cock that had to be given my full attention...

 I'd decided I'd show her more than just a tenner to keep her grubby little paws interested,who knows what my cash could get from her body. So before I got the wink I rolled a small bundle of notes leaving one loose for my first fuck. "I'll come into your room,its farther away from their's in case you make me make a noise" The evening routine finished we went our separate ways. I'd just fell asleep when I felt a body slide under my bedclothes, "Its me,got that tenner?" - So mercenary I thought. - Saying nothing I clicked the table lamp on, - dim with only a 15watt bulb - but enough to let her see what I was at and let me see what I was getting. I looked back at her body in the space between us and my cock throbbed as her erect nipples poked from her naked pert firm breasts while her pubes looked all perky in the shadowy area between us.

 As I rolled back towards her with two fivers in my hand I rolled on a bit more and felt her pubes with my other hand. She grinned but let me continue to feel her. "You had even more in that drawer,go on let me see it" - I lifted the bedclothes and showed her my rampant hardon. - "No you clown you know what I meant,all that money I saw rolled up,how much is it you've got there?" - "Enough" - "Go on show me" Her hand caught hold of my cock and balls. "I'll squeeze those if you don't show me" - Alright! Alright! You're in here to shag me not squeeze my balls" I rolled back towards the money and her hand held tightly on to my cock but let my balls slide through her fingers.

 Craning her neck she hissed quietly and shocked me with her next utterance. "Fuck! for some of that I bet mum would fuck you" - I looked back in her direction. - She blushed a bit at what she had said correcting, - "Well you know what I meant,for some of that you could fuck anybody even our mum" As she worked my foreskin my cock throbbed,anybody? I thought and for a moment,my mind flitted around ladies pussy's I'd put on my list...

 Sister brought me back to reality as she rolled onto her back, "Come on,get me and fuck me,you're going to cum before you break me in else" I ducked down under the clothes and savoured the fresh womanly scent from her pussy, "What you doing down there?" - "I'm going to play with it,but before she could respond I kissed her cunt full on. It felt all soft and puckered. "Fuck,do that some more its marvellous" I settled down to kissing and playing until she jerked and made funny little sounds then relapsed into trembling and thrusting her hips at my mouth. "Fuck me! Please put it in and F-U-C-K M-E!" - I popped up from below, "SHHH! They'll here you" - "I don't care F-U-U-C-K M-E! NOW! NOW! GO ON PUT IT IN M-E-E"

 I clambered across her body and pressing my hardon between her thighs my cock found her pussy straight away. Now I lost control and rammed straight through her hymen and with a muffled yelp from her I pressed on up her channel until her mass of pubes met my lesser bunch of hairs. In fewer thrusts than I would have liked she came over my cock and the extra slipperyness triggered my cock to ooze sperm into my sisters vagin vagina. We jerked at each other and pressed deeply against our pubes until our orgasm's subsided. - A while later,she whispered, "You stupid fucker,you shot yours right up inside me,what if I become pregnant?" - I said nothing but as the night before I settled into sucking her nipples.

 We must have nodded off for a short time with my cock still deep inside her. I felt her tightness as I awoke and started fucking gently inside again,she also started responding. I was just about to cum as she obviously went into an orgasm and as she was slightly ahead of me in cumming she pushed my cock out of her just as the first spurt shot from me and in a split second grabbed it and wanked all the rest of my cum all over her fur and belly. "Stupid sod,you'd have cum in me again if I hadn't have stopped you and let you spit it outside my pussy" - I whispered, "How much would it cost me for you to let me shoot inside your pussy everytime" - "Three shilling of course. Get some french letters (Condoms) and I'll let you,or you'll have me pregnant you idiot" 

 From that snippet I gained two points. one she'd concluded I could fuck her again and two too get a packet of french letters just in case. Problem with that was,back then you couldn't just go in a chemist and ask for them.it was always a woman behind the counter and a pound to a penny they'd know mum and blow the whistle. Then I had a break through. On one of my infrequent visits to the barber's I heard the barber say to this bloke he'd just given a hair cut, "Anything for the weekend?" On opening a drawer he popped a packet of three into his hand and that was it. So at the end of my turn,I cheekily said, "Some for the weekend" He and the other blokes present laughed but he sold me a packet with the comment, "Expensive balloons kid,was' thee goin a blow 'em up" They all laughed,with "Kids these days,what's the world coming too?"

 "Don't laugh Harry it may be one of yours he's popping it into" - "Piss off" Harry was not amused as I beat a hasty retreat. I had that thing going round in my head now,what sis' had said about mum. Surely my own mum wouldn't sneak behind dad's back for money? Would she" For ages I'd concluded mum never really listened to anything I said to her. Admittedly,she always seemed to be busy,but none the less I thought she must hear all I said to her. Then in a devilishly cheeky moment I dared try it on.

 My sister was close at hand but knew nothing of my latest plan. After a bit of grizzling about how far she had to make the housekeeping go. I popped in my contribution. "Well mum,you could always let me have a shag for some money I got" My sister shot out the door nearly bursting. I was ready to follow suit when mum hesitated. "Go and ask your aunty,she always seems to have more time to answer what you talk about. I'll think about it later" - I shot out the house equally nearly bursting. I knew it,she never listened and that proved it,else I'd be dead now. Outside,my sister was bubbling with laughter, "Idiot,what did she say? did she wack and threaten to wash your mouth out with soap like she usually say's" - "No,she never even heard it,told me to go and ask aunty" Sis' gurgled now, "Go and ask her sister how much she'd want to fuck you,she'd murder you if you did" - "What mum or her sister?" - "Both I expect" - " Mum said she'll think about it after she's not so busy"

 By now my sister was rolling about with her hand over her mouth. "Will you ask aunty? how much do you think would make her say yes" - "I don't know! You done it for a tenner" - "Yeah but aunty will know how to satisfy you properly" - "You did,why do you think she'd or for that matter mum would be better than you? God it was so tight in there,I can't wait to go in there again. OH! I got those things,when will you let me then?" - "Show me! I'm not letting you for free" - "That's a bit unfair,you enjoyed it as well as me" - "Yeah I know,alright,I'll set the price at a fiver providing you kiss it like last time,I loved that feeling" - So a fiver it was. I had her each day the first week but told her I'd have to ration myself or all my money would be gone.

 From then on I explored every little part of her middles and she even tried sucking me but when I shot off in her mouth she said it was to salty and was better put where it should be. Every now and again when I didn't have a joey and I'd made her as horny as a she cat she let me shoot it off inside her vagina. I really enjoyed those times the best... About mum and aunty; AH! That's for next time.

  

Two in One

Bensid on Taboo Stories

Part 1

Two fights in one day. That is what Andy had to put up with. It wasn't his idea, but that's how things worked out, so who was he to complain? The first one was done with, and his next one wasn't until later in the night. Because he was had some time, Andy decided to stop at Aria's house for some pre-fight sex.

     Aria wasn't Andy's girlfriend or anything, but she would fuck almost anyone at her school for a favor. It just so happened that at the time Pentaco, another kid at their school, had been giving her some trouble so, in exchange for beating the crap out of him, she and her friend Kelly would gladly fuck Andy and his friend Eric.

     Andy and Eric s

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tood at the door to Aria's house. They rang the bell and Aria, in all her sexy glory, came to the door.

     Aria was slim, with a beautiful pair of firm round breasts. Her hair was long and flowing, and almost came all the way down to her small round ass. Kelly, who stood behind Aria, had a big butt, but and petite little boobs. Togerher they were a pair to die for.

     They all went inside and after exchanging a few words began to remove their clothes. Aria's parents wouldn't be home until the next morning, so they didn't even bother to go upstairs.

     Aria quickly took off the tight pink sweater she had been wearing. She wasn't wearing a bra and her dark brown nipples were sticking out. This got Andy excited and he started getting hard as he took off his shirt. Andy's chest was clearly outlined, and muscular. He had just come from his fight with Pentaco, so every inch of his body was covered in sweat. He quickly slipped off his jeans, revealing his ever stiffening cock. By this time everybody was naked, so they began.

     "Now Aria," said Andy in a buisnesslike tone "I've heard of what you do for beople like be who've just come from fights."

     Aria had been doing this for a long time. She soon discovered that you can get guys excited by licking sweat off their bodies so, if they were sweaty, that's what she did. Aria began to move her tongue up and down all over Andy's chest, licking up the salty sweat that covered him. Andy had never felt anything like this before, and he was savoring every minute of the warm, tickling sensation he felt as she slid her tongue over his chest and nipples. When she finnished she begal lapping up the sweat that lay inhis armpits. Andy liked this and slowly began to rub his cock which had now grown to it's full 8.5". Aria finnished both Andy's armpits, and she now moved on to the part she hated. She slowly moved her head toward his crotch and began to lick under his balls. Andy couldn't take it anymore and suddenly grabbed her by her hair, turned her around, bent her over and plunged his cock into her. Andy grabbed her ass and began thrusting himself into her. Aria started screaming, half out of surprise and half out of pleasure. Andy kept pounding her for a while when he finally had an idea.

     "Eric," Andy called to his friend, who he just remembered was in the room "You gonna cum soon?"

     "Yeah" called Eric.

     "Cum on Aria's boobs" He shouted

     Eric listened to his friend, who had never steered him wrong before and did as he was told. Andy layed Aria on the floor and Eric started pumping shot after shot of cum onto her large round breasts. Aria was not exactly pleased about this but, as she was in debt to the two of them, she kept her mouth shut. When Eric was done Andy got on top of Aria and started sliding his cock through her large, round, cum soaked breasts. The sensation was amazing, and Andy loved the feel of his friend's warm cum on Aria. Aria, however, was less that thrilled, as Andy's 8.5" penis sometimes went up her nose, and she smelled the awful combination of post-fight cock, and lots of cum. Andy soon started cumming all over Aria's mouth and face. Finally he got up, cleand off his cock and went off to his fight.

Part 2

Andy pounded his fists into Tyrone's chest and face. They both had their shirts off and were brawling away. Andy was bleeding slightly. He felt his balls get heavy as he was winning the violent contest of strength, sweat, and testosterone Suddenly they heard sirens. The two boys, alone at night in the empty lot, turned to see a police car. Two policemen flew out of the car and pulled them apart from eachother. After a bit of slamming them into the car to calm them down, one of the cops spoke.

     "You know," he said "Fighting like this is unnaceptable. If either of you have a record you could both look forward to prison. Isn't that right Murray?"

     The other cop nodded

     "But you know, seeing as we're in a good mood we can let you go if you let us have sex with you."

    "I'd rather go to prison." said Andy.

    "Well too bad," said the cop "'cause we're not giving you a choice."

    With that the cop threw Andy on the car and forcefully pulled off his jeans. Andy screamed as the cop rammed his big hairy cock into Andy's ass. He stopped soon though, and asked his partner if he wanted to see some "black on black" action. He  then pointed a gun at Andy and told him to lick under Tyrone's balls, and then suck his cock.

     Andy reluctantly got down on his kneesand put his face under Tyrone's balls. Tyrone, who was a strong guy, still excited from the fight, had exceptionally heavy balls. Andy was disgusted by the awful smell, but he licked away. The balls tasted salty, but Andy licked away anyway. When he was done he put Tyrone's smelly, sweaty cock in   his mouth. He was surprised to feel Tyrone quickly harden to 11".Tyrone moaned in pleasure. He was enjoying it! Still Andy sucked away, until the cops told him to bend over. He felt the head of Tyrone's throbbing, pulsating penis being pushed into his ass. Tyrone kept going in, stretching andy's tiny asshole. Andy screamed in pain and he thought it would never end. Turone finally began to pull out, only to ram his enormous cock back down Andy's ass. As Tyrone's sweaty throbbing cock went into Andy faster and faster Andy felt nothing short of agony. Suddenly Andy felt Tyrone cum as wave after wave of semen flooded andy's anal passages, until his entire ass was covered in it.

     The cops pulled the two apart after this because it was unfortunately not the end. one cop made Andy lay on the ground as he took a huge shit on his chest. he rubbed the shit all over Andy's chest and crotch, and then his own. He started humping Andy on his balls. The cops dick grew and hardened. He rubbed his cock with one hand, and plunged his other shit-covered hand into Andy's ass. After a while he came all over Andy's balls. Finally he made Andy lick all the cum and shit off of his penis and, when he was done, pissed in his mouth. The cops drove away and as Andy lay there, naked and violated, he realized something: he hated cops.

ITS NOT TABOO TO ME 3

itsonlyfun on Taboo Stories

 Its not taboo to me.

 Continued from 2

 My sister had become enthrolled in our sexual activities,but even more about my wad of money. I hadn't used the first £100 on sex with her yet,but it was going down with our sexual prowess and it occured to me,at this rate it wouldn't last that long. Especially if my aunt came across with the fuck my sister and mum had put into my head.

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 At this point I played a long shot. Running my mind over my good fortune when I originally found the bucks (Money) I went back to search again, - after all,in the excitement of my first find a

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nd with devious thoughts about it,I didn't look further but on further reflection I recalled more than one roll being missed. I looked, Nothing! I looked some more,still nothing. Then I thought more seriously and concluded,perhaps,just perhaps I'd seen them fly up before going down.

 I tumbled down a bank a bit,this part being littered with dumped rubble. Bricks and stuff. - Nothing! Drat,now about to leave feeling rather pissy,I kicked at a half brick and as it flew away further down the small slope,I spotted something. It was paper and sure enough,not one but two rolls were looking up at me. Straight away I knew what had happened,the brick I had kicked was the very one that had tripped the old guy and these note rolls had beaten it down the slope only to get hidden beneath it.

 Looking furtively around I pocketed my loot and fox like headed away from the scene. Christ I had a grand plus,enough to fuck every pussy in the district if I fancied too. My sister latched on to me as I appeared, "Giss a fiver in lieu" - "I'll give you it if you get your mate to come over with hers" - "What Jenny,you want her as well as me? She reckons she's never had it. How much would you offer her anyway?" - "How much do you reckon it would take?" - "Dunno! About my fiver,do I get it even if she says no?" - "Yeah,because you'll be in tonight to deliver your own one I assume" - "Course,thing is I'm not sure I want to share you with her" - "Why?" - "The money: That would mean less for me" - "Look I promise you,each time we get me another pussy,I'll give you a bonus to cover your share of the input" 

 You're really worrying me now,where's all this money coming from,wont it run out soon?" - "No,no chance of that happening now, - Oops,I shouldn't have said that!" - She said no more about where but shot off at a tangent now. "Aunt was round our house while you've been gone,I heard 'em moaning about how short money is and things they joked to each other about what they'd do to get some" - "Like?" - "Like we were on about" - "What sex on the side?" - "Yeah,even mum,they said it in front of me, - I 'spose they see me as grown up; and guess what our aunt said directly to me,Beth,Beth,you remember,that thing between your legs is worth a fortune used right. I nearly shit myself,I thought for a mo' something had been twigged about what we do. I wish she'd call me Betty,I hate Beth,don't you?"

 My sister started my hormones off again,I wonder what fucking an older woman will be like? "Here" I passed a fiver to her. "Ta! I'll be cunning about what you want,where would you do her if she comes over with her,You know,PUSSY?" - "Get her too and let me know when and where,I know you know some places" - "She wont stay on her own waiting for you,what about then? Where do I go while you're having her?" - "You could always ask her if she minded you staying to watch us doing it"- "Filthy pig,she'd never agree to me watching,anyway,I'm not sure I wouldn't I'd be jealous" - Well she could watch me fuck you after" - "That's sick,we can't let her or anybody know you're screwing me,I'm still your sister" - "Hark at her,the one whose getting wet knickers at the thought of getting me to fuck our aunt, - and mum,given a chance" - "Don't be stupid,I've never said that" - "Hold on,who said just now they're both short of money,you wouldn't have told me if you didn't want them fucked by me. You've got a real slutty mind since I took your cherry" - "Shut up you shit"

 "How much do you think it would take, to get our aunt say?" - "Dunno,she'd probably freak out at the suggestion anyway" - "Ask her when you see her again" - "Don't be stupid,how could I do that idiot, - Oh I just say,my brother wants a shag,how much would you charge him" - "No you donut,ask her about her comment to you,like - How she would use your pussy to get money if she was you,something of that nature" - She blushed, "I'd die saying that too her" - "Why,unlike mum,she cusses like a trooper in front of us and never seems embarrassed about anything. Remember when she told everybody when I burst into the toilet and I seen her pussy,I could have shivelled up when she said I stood looking at her hairy pubes. Not very ladylike was it,not even for a little toad like me"

 "Did you see it like she told it?" - "Yeah and more,she never attempted to hide it with any embarrassment,female flasher,she is. 'Well you'll have to see one sometime I suppose' was what she really said but she missed that bit out and she kept her clothes up as I oggled her before shooting out of there like a rocket. Lots of brown fur all over her belly there was. - Sister giggled, "not like mine then? Blondish" We left it at that...

 Jenny flatly refused and asked my sister why I offered money to do her. Betty blagged her way out of that by saying,because she was that much older she'd never drop 'em for a kid. They both laughed at this and Jenny commented, "You never know I might do" I was gutted especially when she added, "Now if that Denzil had wanted to,I'd gush all over him" Gutted I was,that little shit was even younger than I - Bastard.

 So,I left this for now and used my sisters pussy each night again now I was the riched fucker around... Awhile after my moments with sister,she caught me in my room all agosh. "Guess what,you'll never guess where I've just come from" - "Aunts" - "How do you know that?2 - "Hark at you,you'll bust in a minute" - "You'll never guess,I asked her" - "You didn't" - "I did" - "Never,what did she say? Did she cuss you?" - "NO,You'll never believe it, - she said 'right now,I'm so skint,a bloke,any bloke could have mine for £40. Anytime now a knock at the door will shit me out,I need £40 and I'd do anything to get It,- that is apart from murdering somebody' I said,is that what I should expect for mine" - She laughed at that, "No,you got loads of time to work out how much yours is worth before you use it. Bloody hell,if she only knew what we've been doing" 

 Excitedly she said, "I haven't finished yet,listen to this. I said to her,I know where there's that much,but you'd have to promise not to tell mum or anybody" - Aunt looked at me suspiciously. 'Nobody round here has money like that,don't be horrible to me,I'm really worried about this mind' - I said, "NO. I do but the little shit bribes people with it" - 'Bribes? How? Who bribes?' - "I better not say,I shouldn't have said anything but you seem so worried" - 'I am,I can tell you. Can't I get you to say,bribe sounds dodgy to me,what about? how can one be bribed?' - "I lied to her then,I said" - "He bribes girls to have sex with him" - 'Who? come on Beth,you know more than you're letting on,it can't be your dad,he's got no more than me and anyway I asked 'em if they could lend me some' - 'I'm really desperate,sex you say! I'm wondering now whether that's the only way I got,you know fucking some rich bastard,I didn't aught to tell you this but I'm a tigress in bed,when your uncle was around I nearly killed him,thinking about it,perhaps I did'

 "Ah! Aunty,this is too close to home for that" - She looked me straight in the eye then,as though reading my brain. 'You little cow,you're talking about the young perv' that young sodding brother of yours that crashed in the toilet that time just so he could see my pussy, It shook him when I just stood there letting him look at it,I tell you he was really shitted up,shot out like a real chicken little shit,but I love his heart out really,its a wonder he hasn't ever hit on you. I see a lot of me in him and I hit on my brother, - Promise not to tel elsie - our mum - mind,he gave in in the end and got my virginity off me.

 "She brightened then" - 'It is him 'course he's to young to hit on an old bag like me,but christ I couldn't half use £40' - "I whispered in her ear then. It is and he wants to you know,he wants to with you,he confided in me,said he reckoned you'd do him better than stupid girls do" - She - 'He said that? Christ the dirty little sod,seeing my quim must have turned his brain don't you think? anyway,what's he been up to,where would he have that sort of money  anyway?'

 He told me he'd found it,but that's all" - 'A likely story that,but I could use some bloody money quickly,he's sixteen now isn't he? - "Yeah" -  Tell him his favourite aunt wants to see him more often. If I ain't his favourite now,I will be when he leaves here,but what ever happens,tell him we and he hasn't had this conversation' -

 "Don't make it too obvious,but if you turn up there I reckon you got a chance with her" - "Yeah, but £40,that would give me eight goes with you" - "Ten boy,don't forget my commission" - " A tenner,I didn't say a tenner" - No but think about that juicy old pussy I've gotten you,if you play hard with her like you do me,make her give you one for each fiver,or a tenner at most,but she really is desperate so either way you'll have to give her credit,she needs £40 like yesterday,so don't muck about boy get over there and if you do her,make sure you wash your cock after or I wont be available tonight and don't forget my tenner"

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 ... I returned and my sister duly entered quietly into my bed for her helping of hardon. - "Did she let you? What was it like? Go on tell me" - I started to lick and she immediately responded, it was clear the thought of what I'd been up to had made very randy. - "Lets do it then I'll tell you how I got on,you're so wet you wont be able to concentrate till you've cum off" - "Bastard,I still want to know what you done mind, OOO G-O-D Keep doing that,what are you touching inside me,its making my legs go all stiff OO OO O-O-O-O. - Aunt had passed a lesson on that I now passed on too my sister and her orgasm followed in seconds and kept on and on till she begged to be fucked before her legs fell off. Welcome to her 'G' spot.

 Aunt?? Well you may ask? more on her next time!

   

 

Now Screening

Lusty88 on Taboo Stories

It was Wednesday before noon, and where was I to be found? The plaza. I didn’t have a job, but not from lack of trying. It just seemed that a nice girl with no formal training in any particular field wasn’t suited to most positions. By the way, my name is Sarah, and I’m what you would call a lipstick lesbian...

Playground fun

Jolly1 on Taboo Stories

When I was a JR in high school I was a teachers aid for the forth grade. I didn’t really do anything in study hall anyways, except think about when I could be able to go the locker room and see the other girls in the shower.  I'm not bad looking I guess 4’3, petite, a pretty firm butt, C cup, blond hair down to the small of my back and hazel eyes.

 

One day I woke up late and didn’t have enough time to play with my self that morning. I love to slide my hand inside my panties and play with my clean shaven pussy. I’ve never had sex with anyone seeing how my parents are afraid of me getting pregnant at an early age li

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ke they did, so I don’t get to have a lot of boys over or go to many parties. Hell I’ve never even had an orgasm that I hadn’t given myself. They don’t know that I’m bi sexual, no one does. Even though I’ve never had sex with a girl to find out if I really am, I find myself attracted to as many girls as guys.

 

I was watching the kids outside when I noticed a little girl crying. I walked over and sat down next to her and asked her what was wrong.

 

“I fell out of the swing and hurt my leg”

 

I looked and she did have a red mark on her leg. I started to rub her leg to make her feel better. She crawled up on my lap and rested her head on my breast. Felling her breathing made my nipple get hard. I paid no attention as I continued to rub her leg.

 

After a few minutes I caught myself slide my hand higher and higher up her leg. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was sleeping. Looking around I noticed no one was paying attention to us, the rest of the kids were playing and the teachers with to busy talking to each other or watching the kids.

 

I noticed that I was getting wet, being able to touch such a sweet girl. She was skinny,  had a freckles but not alot, red hair and blue eyes. I finally got up my nerve and my free hand moved up her body and started to rub her chest where her breasts were just tiny lumps and nipples. I continued rubbing her leg getting higher and higher. As my hand moved she actually spread her legs a little. This drove me crazy. I finally moved my hand all the way up her little skirt and put my hand on her pussy. She had a small wet spot. The class bell rang and I moved my hand really quickly. I called her name and she slowly woke up. She walked over to get in line. I turned my back to the group and I slide my hand in my pants and gave myself a quick little rub.

 

“Tiffany, Elisha wants to tell you something” one teacher said to me. My heart skipped a beat thinking that she was going to tell everyone about what I did.

 

“Tiffany, I think I did something bad. My underwear is wet.” She whispered in my ear. My heart slowly went back to normal.

 

“Mrs. West I’m going to take her to the bedroom.” I said as I took her in hand, the same hand I had just had between her legs. We went into the locker room and I sat her on the bench and bent down in front of her, giving her a chance to look down my shirt, which she did for a split second.

 

“Honey you didn’t have an accident.”

 

“Then way are my underwear wet.”

 

“Well that happens to girls when they are turned on”

 

“She that why it tingles” she said looking down toward her pussy.

 

“Yes, and normally girls do something to make that go away and it feels really good.”

 

“Can you tell me what to do?”

 

The way that this cute little girl that is so innocent asked me to tell her how to masturbate made me hotter than I’ve ever been.

 

“If I do you can’t tell anyone that I did ok?” Her face lit up as she shook her head yes.

 

“Ok but first we need to do something” I said as I walked over to the door and locked it.

 

“Ok what?” she asked in a very excited way.

 

“Take off your clothes.” She gave me a very confused look.

 

“Trust me.”

 

 She just looked down to the floor. I walked up to her and unzipped my pants

And let them slide to the floor. She looked up and I and then she seemed to check out my legs.

 

“I’ll do it to.” She looked up at me and then pulled her skirt off and stepped out of it.

 

“Lift your arms” She did as she was told and I took her shirt off. She had more boobs than I thought, they were just little lumps but bigger then I thought they were earlier. Her nipples were a soft pink and were about the size of dimes. I lowered myself to her level and held up my arms. She soon caught on and took off my shirt.

 

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

 

“Yes, my stomach feels weird and between my legs is tingling.”

 

“Ok, come here” I said as I sat down on the bench and filled her up into my lap. I kissed the back of her neck and slide my other hand between her legs. She gave a quick jump and looked into my eyes.

“Its ok honey, relax.”

 

 Her legs slowly spread. I soon heard her breathing getting heavier and her legs where opening and closing a little.  I slide my hand on the inside on her panties. She didn’t have any hair yet and her pussy was soaking wet. She started to buck really hard, almost out of my lap. She let out a moan and her body went limp. I laid her on the bench next to me.

 

“That felt really good.”

 

“I told you that it would, and you can do that by yourself, use your hand the way I did.”

 

She gave a little nod and looked at me.

 

“Do you think you no how to do it?” She shook her head yes and I could feel my pussy getting tighter.

 

“Ok, now I want you to do what I did to you to me.”

 

 She sat up and nodded her head yes. I took off my bra and let my 36 C bra fall to the floor. Her eyes got huge and she looked at my boobs. I asked her if she wanted to touch them and she didn’t move. I took her hand and place it on my left breast. Her little hand squeezed my boob. It left so great I put my hand on the back of her head and moved it closer to my pink quarter size nipple.

 

“Suck on my nipple honey.” She did as she was told and it felt great. I finally got myself to move her hand I slid it between my legs. She went right to work rubbing my pussy the same way I did her. She was a fast learner before I knew it her hand was in my panties and was doing a fine job. I felt myself getting closer to Cumming.

 

“I need you to do something” I said between breaths.

 

 I stood up and took off my panties and spread my legs. Her eyes looked over my shaved pussy, and looked up to me. I put my hand on her shoulder and told her to lick me like a sucker here and pointed to my clit. Surprisingly she did with out question. Her little tongue circling my clit felt incredible. I couldn’t believe it when she slid her tongue into my pussy.

 

“Oh you’re so good at this.” I said softly as I played with her hair.

 

 It wasn’t long before I cam hard than I ever had in my life. She slowly crawled on top of me. Her chin was shinny from my pussy juice. I kissed her and we just laid there for a few minutes completely naked her body felt good laying on top of mine, she played with my boobs as I felt her soft ass. I told her to put her clothes on except for her panties because they were wet. She did. I told her to keep her legs together and reminded her not to tell anyone.
”I won’t tell” she said.

We started to walk back to her class when she asked if we could do it again, but this time I had to lick her here and she put her hand between my legs and gave me a every seductive look.

 

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Esteem Builder

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“David, dinner’s on the table!” I hear yelled up the stairs to me.

“Coming, Mom!” I yell back from the upstairs bathroom, quickly wiping the spuz from my stomach.  I hate getting interrupted in the middle of a great jack session.  At least I got off before she called; but I usually like to stroke my dick for a few minutes after, milking the rest of the cum from my cock.

I take a moment to admire my huge but softening tool.  I may be a scrawny teenager (It’s my 14th birthday today, by the way.); but thank God I inheri

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ted my dad’s big thick cock.  I’ve measured it…of course I have. Every teenage guy does.  And it’s impressive.  Nine inches long and so thick a dollar bill won’t make it around.  According to Penthouse, that’s good.  Too bad no one but me ever gets to enjoy it.  Having the equipment means nothing when you weigh barely 130 lbs. and have limbs like sticks.  I’m tall enough, 5’ 10” and still growing, but my physique is pathetic.

So here I am, like every day for at least the last couple of years, hiding out in my room, avoiding the midday heat of Phoenix in June Phoenix, and getting myself off, because my chances of finding some else to do it are just about nil.  I finish cleaning up and head downstairs, Jessie cruising past me down the stairs.  Jessie is my twin sister; and, for the record, I was born first.

I get to the table and everyone is already sitting down.  At the head of the table is my dad, Doug.  He’s a big guy.  He played football in high school AND college.  My other sisters, Monica & Caroline, who are 18(they just graduated last week), and Samantha, who’s 17, are already putting food on their plates.  This is not to imply that they’re fat pigs, far from it.  All of my sisters are athletic and, if I may say so as their brother without getting slapped, pretty damn hot.  Big tits and nice asses definitely run in my family.  So do tight midsections.  They all play Volleyball and at least one other sport each.  Monica & Caroline were both on the Varsity soccer team.  Samantha is on the Varsity track team.  Jessie was on the junior high swim team and will be joining the high school team.  The entire family plays volleyball because it’s my mom’s passion.  She’s played since high school and still plays twice a week on an over-30 team for the park board.

My Mom, Sarah, is fucking gorgeous.  She’s got really nice tits, maybe a D cup, and a perfect ass with a slim waist and washboard abs.  I also happen to know that she has her pussy waxed once a month and has it ALL taken off.

I was in my room a couple of months ago and the phone rang.  I picked up just after Mom did downstairs and she didn’t notice.  It was the salon she goes to.  The lady was confirming Mom’s appointment for the next day, and asked her if she was going to want the usual FULL Brazilian.  My mom told her “Of course.”  The lady wanted to let her know that Sheila was on vacation, and wanted to know if it was OK for Mary to fill in, or would she be more comfortable rescheduling with Sheila?  My mom laughed and said “I don’t really care who strips my pussy.  You know me, Leslie.  I’m not shy.  As long as she doesn’t hit on me, there’s no problem, unless, of course, she’s particularly hot, in which case I may hit on her!”  Leslie laughed back and said, “If that’s what you’re after, I may have to ‘do you’ myself!  Anyway, I had to ask.  It’s policy.”  “No problem.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  Bye.”  And that was it.  I now knew that my Mom’s pussy was bald and that she and this Leslie were pretty chummy.  I didn’t think they were serious about the girl-girl talk, just joking; but that didn’t stop me from getting off the phone and jacking myself off, imagining the two of them eating each other’s hairless pies.  It was definitely one of my best orgasms ever!

Mom’s only 37, which surprises everyone who meets here. Unless they’ve met Monica & Caroline first, they assume she’s still in her twenties.  Having 18 year old daughters, they assume she’s older.  My parents got married the summer after high school and got pregnant right after.  The result was twin set number 1.  Samantha came along a year later, and then twin set number 2, me & Jessie, three years after that.  After that, Mom and Dad decided 5 kids were enough and have been very careful since.  Dad is always telling his friends stories about how Mom worked her ass off after having Jessie and I to get her figure back, and how she ended up more in-shape than before having kids.  Mom doesn’t work, since my Dad makes a boatload as a partner in a local law firm.  Mom pretty much spends her days taking care of the house, working out at her gym, and playing pick-up volleyball games at the park.  He team games are mostly during the weekend.  I’ve seen pictures of Mom in her high school yearbooks.  She was cute then.  She’s HOT now.  MILF material top to bottom.

There was the usual banter during dinner.  Afterwards, Mom brings out a cake for our birthday.  She also gives us each an envelope with our name on it.  Jessie opens hers and finds a $100 gift card for the mall.

“Thanks Mom & Dad!” Jessie cries out.  “Can we go to the mall right now?”

The other three are ALWAYS up for going to the mall.  Mom nods her head and points to the car keys on the kitchen counter.  All four of them are out the door in under a minute.

Inside mine, I find a guest pass to Dad’s fitness club.  I look up at Mom and Dad.

“You’ll be starting high school in a few months, and your mother and I thought you might want to start working out to put a little meat on that frame.  Use the guest pass and, if you like it, we’ll pay for a year membership.  Help you impress the girls,” Dad ends with a smirk.

“Doug, be nice,” Mom scolds Dad.  Turning to me, she says “Honey, we just want you to have a positive experience in high school.  You dad remembers how hard it was for him when he started high school.  He was built like you and didn’t really know a lot of kids when he first got there.  Luckily for him, he got into weight lifting as an elective and really took to it.  He was a starting linebacker by the next year.”

“Why weightlifting, Dad?”

I was kind of shy, like you, and didn’t want to do a team activity.  Weightlifting let me be on my own and I could do it when I wanted.  Other than meeting once a week, we were allowed to work out whenever the room was open and log what we did.  I convinced another scrawny kid who was in my homeroom class to join with me and we worked out together.  Both of us really got into it.  He was our starting QB junior and senior year.”

“But that’s not the point, David,” Mom cuts in.  “Your Dad gained a lot of confidence through building up his body.  I don’t think he ever would have asked me out if it wasn’t for the transformation in his physique.  It also transformed his personality.  He became more outgoing, more confident.  That’s what I want for you, David, not just to get bigger, but to think more of yourself.”

“I’d feel weird going to a gym.  Most of the guys there are going to be huge…and I’ll just be this scrawny kid.”

“Not really,” Dad says.  “The free-weights area tends to be muscle heavy, but the weight machines and aerobic equipment are used by all sorts of people.”

“Well, honey,” Mom continues, “We wanted to give you a head-start over your father.  You can do a lot in three months.  Besides, I’m pretty sure they don’t have a weight-training class at South.  The equipment is only used by the sports teams.  Why don’t you give this a shot?  For me, please?”

“Okay, I’ll give it a shot.  When should I go?”

“Your sisters are at the mall.  Why don’t you and I go right now?” Dad suggests.

“Sure, Dad.”

So we spend the evening working out.  It goes well enough until we get back to the locker room.  I have never used a public shower as far as I can remember, and being the only boy in the family, I don’t share the bathroom with anyone.  My parents have their own.  My Dad gets undressed and grabs a towel. I follow suit and head after him to the showers.  I notice people staring at me as I walk by.  It’s like something catches their attention and their heads snap up to get a better look.  After the first couple, I realize what it is they’re staring at.  It’s my dick!  I cover myself with my towel and catch up to my Dad.  Once in the shower, I try to face the wall as much as possible while I wash up.  While rinsing my hair out, I forget, and turn away from the shower wall.  My hair’s kinda long; and I always rinse it back so it’s out of my face.  I wipe the water out of my eyes and look to find Dad checking out my cock.  He’s got this kind of shocked/impressed look on his face.  I look around and there are at least 3 other guys checking out my tool.  I quickly get out of there, drying myself as I jog back to the lockers.  Even this is attracting attention, as I realize that while I’m drying my hair on the fly, my dick is flopping up and down as I go.  I wrap the towel around my waist and pull my clothes out of the locker.

Dad hurries up, not saying a word.  We get dressed quickly and leave.  Once out in the car, Dad breaks the silence.

“Sorry about that, David,” he begins.  “It just caught me off guard.”

“What did?”

“You’re penis.  It, it’s really very large,” he stammers out.

“I just inherited yours, Dad.”

“Ha!  Thanks for the complement, Son, but you’ve got me beat by a good bit!  That thing is huge.  It’s not every day you see a tool that big.  I noticed some of the other guys staring as I chased after you from the shower.  Trust me; they’re not ‘checking you out’.  They’re jealous.  You’ve got a serious package there; and they all wish it was theirs.  Besides, on your skinnier frame, it looks just that much more impressive.”

I take this all in silently.  After another minute, I respond.  “Is it really that much bigger than average?”

“Oh, yes.  Most guys would be happy with an erection that matched what you have flaccid.  How big are you erect, anyway, if I can ask?”

“10 inches long and almost 8 inches around,” I answer quickly and proudly.

“Wow!” Dad says, whistling.  “That’s impressive.  You must not gain much length when you get an erection.”

“Just an inch or two.  Mostly it just gets thicker…I can’t go back there, Dad.  I’m too embarrassed.”

“Believe me; you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.  Not sure why you thought you got that from me.  I’m no slouch; but, wow.  I suppose you really haven’t seen me since you were little.  Everything looks big when you’re younger.  But I can see how you would feel…uncomfortable, with the extra attention.  Let’s see if your mom and I can come up with an alternative.  You did enjoy the workout, didn’t you?”

“Sure, Dad.  It was pretty cool.  Do you think I could get as big as you?”

“As you’ve said, you inherited my body, though with a bit more oomph, I’d have to say.”

This makes me laugh.

“Thanks, Dad.  I needed that.”

“Sure, Son.”

The rest of the trip home is silent.

When we get home, I head right up to my room.  Mom asks me how it went as I rush by; but I don’t slow down.  How do you tell your mom that you can’t go back because guys were staring at your ridiculously large dick?  Let Dad try to fill her in or, hopefully, make up some excuse.  I leave my door open to try and catch some of the conversation.  Dad is talking in hushed tones; but I hear Mom gasp once and giggle a few times.  After awhile, I hear Dad coming up the stairs.

“Hi, Dad,” I say as he walks in.

“Hey, David, you’re Mom has an idea for a plan B.  She’s got to make a call to see if it’s doable.”

“What’s her idea?”

“Let’s just see if it pans out, shall we?”

“Okay.  I’m just gonna go to bed now.  I don’t really want to face Mom after what you just told her.”

“How do you know what I did and didn’t share with her?”

“I heard her giggle and gasp.  You told her,” I say, accusingly.

“Well, she is my wife, David.  We share everything.  It makes for a healthy marriage.”

“What was she giggling about?”

“She made a crack about potty training you too soon.  She said that if she could have kept you in diapers, she could have witnessed your “blossoming” for herself.”

This makes me blush, hard.

“Okay, Dad.  Thanks for that.  Goodnight.  See you in the morning,” I respond as I give him a push out my bedroom door and shut it behind him.  He leaves chuckling to himself.

I spend the next two hours trying to get to sleep.  The girls got home an hour ago and everyone is in bed.  I can’t seem to relax, so I push my boxers aside and take hold of my apparently above-average tool.  This idea brings a smile to my face.  My dick begins to turn rigid rapidly.  Shucking my boxers and grabbing the hand lotion off my side table, I squirt a generous amount into my left palm and start lubing up my cock.  My thoughts rapidly turn to Mom and the knowledge that she knows how big my dick is and is IMPRESSED by it.  As I continue to stroke my hard rod, I close my eyes and imagine Mom walking in on me, wearing nothing but a pair of crotchless panties and one of those bras that just hold up the tits, but don’t have any fabric past the bottom of the nipples.  I point my dick towards the door, where I imagine she’s standing, planning on blowing my load all over her.  I know this is going to make a mess all over my bed and floor; but I don’t care.  I’m caught up in the fantasy.  I’m totally charged up now; and after just a couple of minutes, I feel the cum start to boil in my balls.  I slow down the pace and increase my stroke length to run the entire length of my cock.  One last stroke from head to base, and I feel the spunk begin to shoot out of my dick.  I hear a loud gasp directly in front of me and quickly open my eyes, my hand clenched around my still spurting tool.

There stands Mom, not in a bra and panties, but in an oversized cotton nightshirt, her nipples poking through the fabric, a long line of my cum running from her cheek down to her waist.  Her face is flushed.  Another spurt hits her in the face just then, leaving a trial from the bridge of her nose, down across her lips, and dripping from her chin onto the exposed top of her chest.  There is spunk on the back of her right hand.  It must have been over her mouth when she gasped and my first shot hit her.  She looks at me, and then looks at her hand.  After licking my jism from her lips, she licks it off her hand.  The site makes my dick jump and another stream of spooge arcs towards her belly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, honey,” she begins.  “I didn’t’ mean to invade your privacy, really. I saw the light still on under your door and just stopped in to see how you were doing.  When I stepped in, you were masturbating like there was no tomorrow.  I was caught off-guard…and intrigued.  I’ve never seen a man jerk off before.  That’s something your father does in private.  I was also simply in awe of the size of your erection.  Your dad wasn’t exaggerating.  You are huge.  I found myself unable to move and unwilling to disturb you.  You looked like you really needed to cum.”

As she’s telling me all of this, she continues to lick her hand clean and then proceeds to wipe my cum off her face, neck, and chest with her hand, sucking it all into her mouth as she goes along.  Her eyes have a kind of wild look in them, like she’s REALLY excited.

I lay there silently, spunk running down cock and over my hand.  I can’t move and don’t know what to say.

“I know this looks bad, eating my son’s spunk; but it’s just habit, really.  I’m not one to waste perfectly good cum.  Just ask your father.  I always swallow,” she says matter-of-factly as she finishes up.  Looking at her nightshirt, she says “I hate it when your father pulls away early and gets it on my clothes.  It’s such a waste and then I have to change nightshirts, if I’m wearing one.  It’s not so bad if I’m naked.”   

Grabbing the hem of her nightshirt and pulling it up over her head, she says “Unfortunately, I’m not naked; and now I have to change.”  

Mom is naked underneath.  Her bald pussy is glistening, small drops of pussy juice clinging to the bottom of her drooping, swollen lips; and her nipples are rock hard.  My dick jumps again, more cum leaking out of the head.

Mom sees where I’m staring and looks down at her pussy.

“What a shock.  My pussy’s wet.  What do you expect, David?  I’m a woman who just saw a very large, beautiful cock explode all over me.  Of course my pussy’s wet.  Hell, it’s soaked!” she exclaims as she dips two fingers into her honeypot, pulling them back out and holding them up to show me that she is, indeed, very, very wet. She then licks off her fingers and turns her attention back to my cock.  It is jumping once again.

“We really have to get you cleaned up,” she remarks…as Dad walks in!

“What the hell is going on here?!” he demands in that low whispered yell that parents use at night when one kid’s asleep and another is in trouble.

“Nothing major, hon,” Mom replies in a calming voice, taking his arm.  “It’s all my fault.  I walked in on David masturbating and was fascinated by the size of his tool.  His eyes were shut, so he had no idea I was in the room.  I stood staring too long; and David blew his load all over me.  You know me and cum, didn’t want to waste it.  So I cleaned myself up, which apparently had an… effect, on David.  His cock kept cumming!  Once I was done eating all the cum I could get off my body, I took off my nightshirt to change it.  Will you look at all this perfectly good spunk, wasted on my nightshirt?”

She is actually complaining as she unfolds the soiled nightshirt to show Dad my spunk all over it.  Mom goes back to her recap.

“Anyway, once I got the nightshirt off, David could see that I was sexually aroused and that got him going AGAIN!  I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so I explained that of course any woman would be aroused having a well hung man blow his load all over her. I even dipped a couple of fingers into my poon to show him what pussy juice looks like.  I think it was all rather educational for him, really.”

“Wow,” Dad says, exhaling slowly and loudly.  “I have to apologize, David.  Your mother gets a little irrational, and VERY charged up, around man juice.  It’s almost an obsession, really.”  Turning to Mom, Dad says, “Sarah, why don’t you go put on another nightshirt while David cleans up?  I can have a little talk with him about his oversexed mother and also fill him in on your backup plan for his birthday present.”

Mom gives Dad a pained, shocked expression.

“What!  And let all of this wonderful semen go to waste?  And I am not, by the way, oversexed.”  Turning back to me, Mom continues, ”However, that being said, I have absolutely no intention of letting your tasty spooge go to waste.  I’m not sure if this is crossing some mother-son line or not; but, if you don’t mind David, I’d very much like to lick your cock clean and suck out any remaining spunk.  Would that be okay with you?”

In response, my dick jumps back to full attention.  Out of habit, I automatically increase my grip on my cock and stroke downward, more cum emerging from the head of my dick.

“Now just a damn minute, here!” Dad bellows, again in that low voice, probably terrified of waking my sisters and having them walk in on all of this.  “You CANNOT blow your own son!”

Mom just gives Dad that condescending parent looks, like he doesn’t have a clue.  “Please, Doug!  I would never blow my own son.  I’m just going to clean him up…thoroughly.  A blow job entails sucking a guy off UNTIL he cums.  Well, that ship has obviously sailed.  David has already cum all over me.  Now why don’t YOU be a doll and go get another nightshirt for me?”

With that, Mom walks over to the side of my bed, on my left, and extends her hand towards me, indicating, I think, that she wants my own spooge covered hand.  I release my grip on my cock and offer Mom my hand.  She takes it and, bending over, pulls it into her mouth, sucking it clean.  The sight of my naked, wet mother sucking my cum off my hand sets me off again, spooge boiling up out of my dick and running back down the side.

“Oops!  We have to deal with this quickly!” Mom says as she quickly lowers her head into my lap, licking the sides of my shaft as she grabs my cock with her left hand to continue to milk my tool.

She begins to hum a little as she licks my cock clean and proceeds to suck the head into her mouth.  She’s really enjoying this!  I begin to moan myself, as this all seems to come back into focus.  I don’t care what Mom wants to call it, I’m getting my first blow job from my own mother!!  Woohoo!!  I look over at Dad, who hasn’t spoken in over a minute, and is now sporting major wood, his dick sticking out of his boxers.  The head is almost purple, and looks ready to explode any second.

Turning to me, Dad says, “David, I hope this doesn’t scar you for life; but this is simply too much for me; and I have GOT to fuck your mother RIGHT NOW!”

“Go for it, Dad!” I reply enthusiastically.

Dad shuts my door, whips off his boxers, and moves in behind Mom.  Mom pops up and quickly interjects.

“Hold on there, sport.” She says to Dad.  As much as I’d love to have you fuck my pussy raw right now, this isn’t a great time in my cycle.  We could end up pregnant.  You’ll have to get your rocks off fucking my ass today.”  As she says this, she turns back to me, giving me a wicked smile.

“Didn’t know your parents were into kinky sex, did you?  Your dad loves fucking my ass almost as much as he loves fucking my pussy, maybe more.  It’s a lot tighter than my cooch.”  Looking back at Dad, who’s already moved in behind her and is running his dick up and down her pussy crack, she says,” Why don’t we turn this into a real sex ed. lesson for David?  He can learn more about sex firsthand.  Besides, the idea of an audience appeals to me right know.  I feel like I’m about to have an orgasm just thinking about it!”

Mom puts her leg up on my nightstand, giving me an unobstructed view of Dad’s cock stroking back and forth between her pussy lips, Mom’s juices dripping onto his dick.  Her pussy lips seem to caress the sides of Dad’s dick.  She grabs Dad’s cock and guides it into her pussy.

“Now, even though your dad isn’t going to fuck my pussy ‘til he cums, we still need to have him take a few strokes in there to lube his dick up for my ass.”

As Dad rams is cock up into Mom, she arches her back and starts to twist her nipples roughly, moaning,” Oh, yea.  Ram that tool home!  Fuck my hot cunt!”

This gets my dick going again, and I immediately reach for it, hoping to be able to jack off again while I watch my parents fuck.  Mom quickly intercepts my hand and pushes it away.

“That’s my toy for now.  Put your hands down, please.”

Mom then opens her mouth as wide as she can and lowers her mouth over my dick, wrapping her lips around my shaft.  She places her right hand on the bed to support herself, and cups my balls with the other.  Dad is slowing stroking his dick in and out of Mom’s pussy.  Mom lowers her head further, engulfing more of my cock.  It must be knocking against her tonsils by now, I think.  Mom stops, takes in a deep breath through her nose, and presses downward, almost engulfing my ENTIRE dick!

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, somewhat louder than I should.  Without thinking, I place my hands on Mom’s head and push it down into my lap, forcing her to take it all down her throat.  Instead of gagging or protesting, Mom just pauses at the bottom, takes in another breath through her nose, a starts to bob up and down on my raging tool.  I feel like I’m going to blow another load, but want to hold off, really enjoying my first blow job.  I don’t want it to end.  I try to relax and enjoy the feeling of Mom’s wet lips stroking up and down my cock.  After a minute, Mom pops up off my dick.

“Sorry for the interruption, sweetie,” Mom says, looking at me.  “But if I don’t get your father to switch holes soon, he’s going to blow in the wrong one!  Doug, pull out, will ya!  Besides David, I think you’ll find this interesting, so please pay attention.”

Dad pulls out of Mom’s pussy and backs up a step.  Mom straitens up, but keeps her leg up on the nightstand, giving me a perfect view of her dripping lovebox.  She rubs her fingers in her pussy, getting them very wet.  She then reaches around and rubs her asshole with her wet hand, lubing up the outside.

“You see, David, lubrication is VERY important when having anal sex.  The anus doesn’t naturally lubricate as much as the vagina, so I rub my pussy juice into it.  Here, let me give you a better view.”

With that, she puts her leg back onto the floor and turns around, her ass now 2 feet from my face.  Bending over at the waist and looking back at me from between her legs, she continues.

“Can you see my rosebud better now?”

I nod weakly, amazed at what I’m seeing and what is happening.

“Good.  So, I rub as much of my pussy juice over my rosebud as I think I need for entry,” she explains as she dips her hand back into her pussy and then spreads her juice over her asshole.  She goes back to her pussy for another dip.  “I then put a wet finger or two into my ass, lubricating the anal walls,” she explains as she pushes one finger and then another into her ass.   The sensation makes her shiver.

“Easy there, honey,” Dad speaks up.  “I don’t want you going off without me!”

“Don’t worry, love.  I’m pacing myself.  We haven’t had sex this good in quite awhile.  I want it to last.”

Looking at me, she says, “Not to imply that sex with your father isn’t great, this is just something really different, which makes it more exciting!”

“Can I fuck you now?” Dad asks impatiently.

“Hold on a minute, I’m still lubing up my ass. Besides, I just got another idea.  This is supposed to be a ‘hands-on’ sex. ed. experience for David, right?  Like home ec. for sex…”

“Yea…so you’ve suggested,” Dad replies.

“Well how about we have a little more ‘hands-on’?” Mom suggests.  “David, how would you like to help me lube up my ass so your father can jam his big cock up there?” she says with a lustful grin.

“Sure!” I say, grabbing my dick again and stroking it slowly.  Dad just shakes his head, giving in to the obvious fact that Mom’s in control of this little drama, and there’s nothing he can do at this point to reign her in.

“Don’t jack off again, David” Mom warns me.  “I’m not done with that by a long shot.”

“I won’t, Mom.  I have great dick control.  I can stroke it for an hour if I want.”

“Impressive, isn’t it, Doug?”

“For a teenager, very,” Dad replies.

“Move down to the end of the bed, will you please, David?” Mom asks.

I move to the end of the bed and sit cross-legged, facing back towards the pillows, where Mom is positioning herself.  She stacks the pillows behind her and puts one under her ass.  Leaning back against the pillows, she reaches for her ankles and brings her knees up to her chest, and then catching her ankles behind her shoulders.  Not only am I amazed at Mom’s flexibility, I have a beautiful view of her exposed pussy and rosebud.  Her legs behind her shoulders, Mom’s hands are now free to continue my “lesson”.  First she spreads her pussy lips apart and points to a little nub near the top.

“Now this is my clit.  It is very sensitive.  Your Dad loves to suck on it until I cum.  These are the outer lips and these are the in…”

“I know all of this Mom.  Except for the part about Dad sucking on it until you cum.  We covered it all in sex ed.”

“But did you get to actually touch and feel any of it in sex ed.?” she asks with a smile.  “Scoot up here and sit in front of me.  Doug, how are you doing?”

I look over at Dad, having forgotten for minute that he was even there, so engrossed I was in the sight of Mom’s bald, glistening, dripping cunt.  He’s stroking his dick with one hand and fondling his nuts with the other.

“I’m fine for now; but if this goes too much longer or farther, I’m going to blow all over both of you; and you and I will probably be arrested!”

Mom laughs, grabs Dad’s dick, pulling him toward her, and gives it a quick suck.  She rubs her pussy and clit as she does this.

“You’ll get your rocks off.  Don’t worry about that, dear.  My ass is just itching to have you bust a load in there!”

Letting go of Dad’s tool, Mom turns her attention back to me.

“So, David.  You up for this?”

I nod vigorously.

“Give me your hand.”

She takes my hand and places it on her pussy, rubbing my fingers into her honeypot.

“Feel how wet it is?  That’s what lubricates a woman’s pussy for fucking.  Rub it between your fingers.”

I do; and it feels slippery, yet a little sticky.

“The feel of it changes depending on the time of my cycle,” she informs me.  Taking my hand again, she grips my fingers and forces them together into a cone shape.  Mom then pushes my fingers up into her pussy.

“Feel how wet the walls are, honey…Go ahead.  Explore a little!”

I work my fingers around in Mom’s pussy, pushing my hand in deeper.  Mom starts to moan and grabs Dad’s cock again.  She puts it in her mouth and starts to give him a blow job.  Dad leans into the bed and grabs Mom’s head and starts fucking her face.  Mom releases her grip on Dad’s cock and starts twisting her nipples with one hand while the other starts rubbing her clit.  I continue to explore Mom’s beautiful cunt.  I catch a strong scent of pussy and lean in to get a better whiff.  I take hold of the fingers Mom’s frigging her clit with and sniff it deeply.  Mom reaches forward, feels my nose and mouth, and puts the fingers in my mouth.  They taste wonderful.  After a few seconds of sucking on Mom’s fingers, she pulls back and also pulls away from Dad’s cock.

“What do you think?” she asks.  “Pretty tasty, huh?”

“I’m not really sure, Mom.  I’m not sure I actually tasted anything.  It wasn’t bad, it was great; but I don’t know how I could describe the flavor.  It was like it didn’t have any, just smell.  And it smells great, by the way.”  This entire time my hand is continuing to explore the inside of Mom’s pussy.  I’m now up to my knuckles.

“Try something deeper,” Mom suggests, as she folds my thumb into my palm and pushes my hand up into her pussy.  I can’t believe I’m now fist fucking my Mom!

“Ohhh!  Unnngghh!” Mom exclaims.  “Oh, that feels good….Mmmm…Anyway, David, scoop up a good sample and pull your hand out.”

I do as I’m told and pull my hand out covered in pussy juice.  I taste it again and definitely detect more flavor this time.  VERY tasty.  I look up at Mom and smile.

“I guess that’s better, huh?”

“Definitely, Mom.”

“Well, let’s not waste that nice lube.  Rub it into my rosebud, will you?”

I reach forward and tentatively start to rub my slippery fingers over Mom’s asshole.  Mom moans and goes back to frigging her clit with one hand and dipping her other into her pussy, pulling it out and stroking Dad’s cock, lubing up his dick.

“Okay, your father’s ready.  Push a couple fingers into my ass and run your fingers around the inside.”

I push in one and then another finger, twisting them inside Mom’s asshole.  Mom starts moaning again.  Feeling adventurous, I add a third finger and push further in, finger fucking Mom’s ass.  Mom moans louder.  Dad spoke up.

“That’s enough, Son.  We’re getting dangerously close to that line again.  Your mother’s ass is sufficiently lubed up for my dick.  You can pull out now.”

I remove my fingers and study them.  I’m amazed that they look clean.  I give them a tentative sniff and am really surprised to smell nothing but pussy.  Mom has stopped blowing dad; and is watching me.  She takes my hand and sucks her own juices off.

“I love the taste of my own pussy!...You’re surprised, aren’t you?” she says as she lowers her legs and gets off the bed.  “Move back to where you were and lie down.”

Mom stands next to the bed and puts her leg up on the bed next to mine, giving me a perfect rear side view of her asshole and pouty pussy lips.  Dad moves in behind her, making sure not to block my view of his dick and Mom’s rosebud.  After giving me another lustful look, Mom mouths the words :  ”Watch this.”

“Go ahead, Doug.   Fuck my ass! “

Dad guides his dick up against Mom’s asshole and starts to push.  Mom pushes back, and Dad’s cock disappears into her ass.  Mom purrs like a cat.  I go back to stroking my cock.  Dad continues forward an inch or two and then pulls back a little.  His next stroke is a little deeper and the next deeper still.

“Do you see what you’re father is doing, David.  By taking his time a pushing a little further each time, he can bury his entire dick in my ass.”  Mom lowers her head onto the bed and pushes back.  “God, that feels good…Oh, yeah, baby!  Fuck your little slut’s ass good!  Fuck me harder!”

I start stroking my cock faster.  Mom sees this and turns her attention back to me.  Dad‘s tool is now buried in Mom’s ass, his balls slapping her pussy when he bottoms out.

“Doug, hold up a sec.  I want to work on David’s cock some more while you fuck me.”

Mom starts shifting toward the end of the bed, Dad having to shuffle along with her or pullout, which he is obviously unwilling to do.  Once Mom get down to the end of the bed so she’s looking right up at me past my cock, she bends back down and wraps her hand around my dick, sucking it into her mouth.  Dad goes back to fucking her ass, using long, slow strokes.  I take my hand away and put my hands behind my head, looking forward to Mom sucking my cock again, hopefully this time until I cum.  Mom bobs up and down on my cock, driving my dick all the way past her throat until she has all 10 inches in her mouth. When she pulls back she swirls her tongue around the head of my dick.  At first this almost sets me off; but I get used to it after a few strokes and hold back from erupting.

After about 10 minutes of Dad fucking Mom’s ass and Mom sucking my dick, I can see pussy juice running freely down Mom’s legs.  Dad is grunting, Mom is moaning, and I’m beyond words or sound.  She reaches back and starts frigging her clit again and then jamming her hand into her cunt.

Another 5 minutes goes by and my balls are starting to boil.  Mom is trying to get her hand deeper into her pussy but can’t reach any further back.  She looks frustrated.  Dad’s face is twisted into a grimace and looks ready to blow anytime now.  Mom finally pulls her hand out of pussy.  It’s dripping her juices all over my bed.  AS she continues to suck my dick, she feels for my left foot and grasps it in her hand.  Picking it off the bed, she rubs my toes over her wet pussy and sensitive clit, pulling back from my dick to close her eyes and let out a passionate “Mmmmmmmmm!”  She moves my foot back and forth to plant it in the entrance to her lovebox.  I get the message and push my foot up into her pussy, turning it sideways so I can really get it up in there.  Mom starts to buck almost immediately, both holes now full, her orgasm crashing over her.  As she cums, her ass clamps down on Dad’s dick and he explodes in her ass, while Mom grabs my ball and pulls her teeth over the head of my cock.  It’s become so sensitive that the scrapping sensation is too much and I start to spooge all over Mom’s face.  Mom’s mouth dives back down over my dick, taking it all in, my dick emptying directly into her stomach.

After a few more minutes we all calm down.  Dad pulls out of Mom’s ass; and Mom releases her grip on my foot, allowing it to fall back to the bed.

“I need a shower, badly,” Dad says, his body covered in sweat.  “You coming, hon?  David, make sure to shower and change your sheets.  We don’t want your sisters to get suspicious.”

Mom is still milking the last of the spunk from my cock, which is now fairly limp, though still a handful.

“In a minute, dear.  I’ll catch up.”

“Okay.  See you in there.”

After Dad has left and we hear him starting the shower in the master bath, Mom turns back to me, her hand still jacking my limp cock.

“So how was that, David?  Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh, yeah,” I say, a big grin on my face.

“You know, I like the taste of my juices.  You might like the taste of your own.  Interested in trying?”

“Uh, no thanks, Mom.  Think I’ll pass.”

“Oh, come on.  It doesn’t make you less of a man.  Give it a try…for me?”

“Sorry, Mom; but I don’t think I could.”

“Maybe I can make it worth your while,” she says, as she scoops up a bit off the tip of my dick and swirls it around her right nipple, which is pointing right at me.

“Now are you interested?”

“Oh, yeah,” I say, as I pull Mom towards me and guide her to a position lying next to me.   I suck the nipple covered in my jism into my mouth and start sucking on Mom’s tit.  It tastes salty.  I wouldn’t say I thought it tasted good or bad.  I didn’t really care.  I just wanted to keep sucking on Mom’s tit.  Swirling my tongue around her nipple, I reach up with my right hand and start to kneed her left breast.

“”Ohhh, that feels nice.  Bite them a little,” she tells me.

I nibble on the one and then the other, as my other hand drifts down to her pussy, which is wet again.  Without asking for permission, I cup her pussy and push all four fingers inside.  Mom responds by lifting her leg, allowing me better access.  I push further in and start stroking, finger fucking my Mom as I suck and bite her tits.  God, this is fucking awesome!!  My dick is hard again.  I push Mom onto her back and climb up on top of her.

“Whoa there, Cowboy,” Mom says as she rolls away from me and off the bed.  “I know we’ve had some fun this evening, and it’s been morally questionable fun at that; but you can’t fuck me, David.  Sorry.  AS much as part of me would love to have that giant tool of yours stroking the inside of my pussy, we can’t.”

She says this as she stares at my dick, her hand absently drifting down to her pussy and caressing it lightly.  After less than a minute, she snaps out of her reverie.  She gives me a stern look.  I quickly avert my eyes.

“I saw that, mister.  You think you’ve got me right where you want me.  Just need to be patient, right?  Sorry, hon.  Ain’t gonna happen….but I am happy to see a new confidence in you.  That look you gave me was very self-assured.  Maybe this evening’s events will help you even more than building up your body!”

I’m both disappointed and uncomfortable.  I need to change the subject.

“Was that my back-up birthday gift?”

“No, actually, it wasn’t,” she replies, sitting down on the end of my bed.  Everything that happened was honestly spontaneous and, at least for me, a passionate expression of my love for you.”

“Then what’s my birthday gift?”

“I spoke to Renea, my friend who owns the gym your sisters and I go to.  It’s strictly women only; but she’s agreed to let you use it during the day when it’s closed.  She always closes down in the summer between 10 and 6 because of the heat.  Most of her members are at work anyway, and it’s not worth paying to cool the building during the hottest part of the day.  Her only stipulation is that I’m present any time you’re there.  I’m responsible for you & anything that happens when we’re there…So don’t let me down,” she finishes with a smile.

“Really?  That’s pretty cool.  My own private gym, huh?  What does she have?”

“A full Cybex circuit plus free-weights and various cross trainers.  It’s a really nice place…Oh, the only drawback will be the heat.  The air conditioning has to stay off until 5 p.m.  That’s when Renea comes back to start cooling the place down for the evening.”

“Wow.  Won’t it get pretty hot in there?”

“Well, we’ll definitely lose some water weight in there, if we show up after noon. It’ll be like working out in a sauna, I imagine.  Hopefully we can schedule our workouts for 10 a.m. and take advantage of the cool air.  That should last at least an hour, I would hope.  If not, she does have a cold water dispenser we can use, OFTEN.”

I laugh, and notice that my dick has relaxed again.  I look back at Mom’s still sweaty body; but I don’t react.  I still think she’s way hot; but I’m comfortable seeing her this way now.  It’s pretty cool, actually.”

“You look beautiful, Mom.”

“Awe, thanks honey!” she says, giving me a hug.

As she hugs me, I whisper in her ear, “And your bald pussy is fucking hot!”

Mom giggles into my neck and then pushes away.

“Quite the way with words there, young man!”

“Hey!  What’s going on?!”

We both turn towards my door.  Samantha, my 3-years older sister, is standing there, both hands planted firmly on her very slim hips.  You know, I never really noticed how tight her body is.  She's wearing a sports bra and boxers, her washboard abs kinda rippling with the tension in her body.

I don’t know what to say, so I turn back to Mom.  Mom seems at a loss for words too, so she looks back at me and gives me a smirk.  I think she’s just stalling for time.  After a few seconds, she turns back to Sam.  I look back at Sam also.  She’s obviously staring at my dick, only averting her eyes to look at Mom once or twice.

“Hi, Sam.  What are you doing up?  David and I are just talking about his birthday present.”

“What present?  You naked on his bed?!  I thought you were getting him a membership at Dad’s club.”

“Sam!  Of course not!  Dad’s club didn’t work out.  David was uncomfortable there.  I was telling him about the gym we all go to.”

“But that’s just for women, Mom.”

“Yes, but she closes for most of the afternoon, and is letting David and I use it then.”

“Why you?”

“Would you let a 14-year-old boy run around your business without supervision?”

“No, I suppose not….But why the hell are you naked; and why is David naked?”

Mom looks at me, raising her eyebrows.  I just shrugged.  It wasn’t really bothering me.  It sure would have yesterday, that’s for sure.  I move my leg back onto the bed, giving Sam a better view of my cock.

“Sorry, sis.  Would you like me to put something on?”

“Well…it’s your room.  I guess you can wear whatever you want in here,” she concedes quietly.

I shift back towards my pillows and relax back into them, keeping one leg up and the other flung out so my tool is in plain view.  I give Mom a smirk.

“David, stop teasing your sister,” she says to me, batting at my foot as she laughs.  “You’re going to ruin other men for her if she starts comparing them to you!”  Turning back to Sam, she says, “Your father went to get me another nightshirt.  I walked in on David jerking off about an hour ago and he blew his load all over me.  Obviously, I then needed a clean nightshirt.  Your father simply hasn’t returned with it yet.”

“This was an hour ago?  I just heard him in the hall maybe 5 minutes ago.  That’s what woke me up.  What have you guys been doing in here?”

“Do you really want to hear the whole story?” Mom asks her.  I give Mom a wide-eyed look.

“Sure, shoot,” Sam says as she walks into the room and sits down on my bed, up near me.  I chuckle quietly.  I’m not a total idiot.  It’s pretty obvious her line of sight to Mom allows her to keep my cock in view also.

“What’s so funny, dork?” she says, giving me a glare.

“Oh, nothing,” I reply, smiling sweetly at her.

“So Samantha, do want to here this or not?” Mom interrupts.  “I want to get in a shower before bed and don’t have a lot of time for this.”

“Sorry, Mom.  Go ahead.”

“It’s pretty simple, really.  When your brother blew his jizz all over me, he was, of course, very embarrassed.  I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable, so I acted as if it was no big deal, which it isn’t, and apologized for interrupting him.  Everyone masturbates and, while awkward, his mother catching him shouldn’t be the end of the world.  I sat down to talk to him about it.  He felt very exposed, and I thought he would relax of he wasn’t the only naked person in the conversation.  So I took my nightshirt off.  I needed it off anyway, since your brother’s cum was soaking through it and making it stick to my skin.  David immediately noticed that I was aroused, sexually, and I explained that that, too, was perfectly natural.  A woman has a man’s cock explode all over her and she’s going to get wet, almost guaranteed.”

“So what have you been talking about for the last hour?”

“I basically turned it into a sex education class, letting David ask me whatever he was curious about.  You Dad walked in a bit later and joined the conversation.  It was all very positive and fruitful, I think.  I realize you kids all take sex ed. in school; but I think that until you see and feel the real thing, it’s all very mysterious and intimidating.  I’m not sure what you have or haven’t done with your boyfriend; but for David, first-hand experience has been lacking.  David is now very relaxed about the opposite sex, which is probably the best birthday gift I could give him.”

I look back to Sam, who is staring back at Mom with her mouth open.

“What do you mean, see AND FEEL?” she demands.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady!...Yes, I let David touch and explore my pussy, breasts, and even my butthole.  Your father was here the entire time and had no problem with it.  We were simply being open about our bodies, or at least mine.  David obviously knows his way around the male anatomy.”

“Did you fuck him?!” Sam asks incredulously.

“Of course not!  This was a growing and sharing experience for David, not something sordid.”

Sam seems to deflate a little and settles back into the pillows.  Looking back to her, I can see that her nipples are totally erect and pushing WAY out into her sport bra.  Nice!  We’re all quiet for a full minute.

“What about your butthole?”

“Excuse me?” Mom says.

“Your butthole.  Why did you talk to him about that?  And how do you explore an asshole?”

“Oh...that.  Well, I assumed you knew about anal sex…”  Sam gives her a somewhat blank, somewhat disgusted look.  “but apparently not.  Your Dad fucks my ass sometimes, especially when it’s my fertile time of the month.”

“Oh…ewww, and ouch!”

“Not ewwww, and definitely not ouch,” Mom shoots back.  “I happen to enjoy anal sex.  There are A LOT of nerves around your rosebud, and getting your ass banged, assuming there is proper lubrication, is really quite enjoyable.”

Everyone is quiet again.  I hear the sound of the shower turning off.  Dad must be done.

“So how did David ‘explore’ your butt?”

“Well, if you’d like, I’ll show you.  There’s nothing to be ashamed of….Well, yes or no?”

“Uh, Okay,” Sam answers hesitatingly.

“David, set up the pillows like I had them before.  Also, go get another set from my room for your sister.”

Both Sam and I stare at Mom.

“Wha, what for?” Sam stammers.

“Since you apparently have no experience with this, besides showing you my ass, I may as well show you how to pleasure your own.  It will add a whole new dimension to your masturbation sessions…you do masturbate, don’t you.”

Sara swallows hard, looking at me and then lowering her eyes for a moment.

Looking back at Mom, “Yes, or course I do!” she states defiantly.

“Good, then David, get going.”

Having set up the pillows for Mom, I hustle out of the room and down the hall to Mom and Dad’s room.  As I pull the pillows I need off the bed, Dad comes out of the building toweling off his hair, his dick swinging freely.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asks me.  “Where’s your mother?  I thought she was going to be joining me.”

“Long story.  Sam walked in on Mom and me talking, and kinda needed an explanation as to why Mom and I were on my bed naked.”

“Yikes!  What happened?”

“Mom handled it.  Told her the truth, mostly, and winged the rest.  Mom is a great bullshitter!”

“Just how much of the truth did she tell?!”

“Not enough to get anyone in trouble, I don’t think.  Anyway, Mom painted the whole thing as big sex ed. talk.  Her only slip up was mentioning that she let me explore her asshole.”

Dad looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.  He sits down on the bed.

After taking a breath, he asks, “What happened then?”

Mom explained the pleasures of anal sex and offered to show Sam so she could try it when she masturbates.”

Dad drops his face into his hands.

“Oh, shit.”

“Dad, I gotta get back with these pillows for Mom.  You coming?”

Dad looks up.

“Should I?”

“I don’t know.  I guess it’s up to Sam.  Come on.  Let’s ask her.”

Dad grabs his boxers and heads towards the door.  I stop him.

“Dad, come on!  If Mom’s going to show her how to stimulate her own ass and have her try it, she’s obviously going to be naked, at least her bottom half.  Don’t think she’s going to feel too comfy with you watching her dressed.”

“Good point,” he says as he drops the boxers.

We go back down the hall and into my room.  Inside, Mom’s ass is propped back on the one pillow and relaxed back onto the others, her ankles tucked snuggly behind her shoulders.  She’s parting her ass cheeks and with one hand while showing Sam her rosebud and pointing out the sensitive areas with the other.  Her cunt is very wet again.  Sam is sitting on the bed, watching and listening intently as Mom explains how Sam should lube her ass and what areas are particularly sensitive.  She sees us walking in and addresses Dad.

“Oh, hi honey.  I was just showing Sam how to stimulate her ass when she masturbates.  David, get those pillows set up, will you?”

Sam is now staring at Dad’s cock.  She then looks up at him.

“Hi, honey.  Is it okay if I’m here?  David thought it would be fine as long as I was dress appropriately for the occasion.  Or, in this case, undressed.  I can leave if you’d like….”

Sam doesn’t respond, so Dad tries again.

“Your mother and I did this together for David, so we’d like to help you in the same way,” he says, looking at Mom for approval.

Mom nods her head and adds, ”That’s right, Sam.  Teaching is the responsibility of both parents.”

“You can stay,” Sam says quietly.

Dad nods and shuts the door behind him.  Probably doesn’t want anymore daughters waking up and checking out what’s going on.

“Okay. One more thing before you can try it,” Mom gets back into teaching mode.  Dipping two fingers back into her honeypot, Mom continues. “Now watch closely, Samantha.  You lube up your fingers with your own pussy juice…well, I guess it doesn’t have to be your own, any pussy juice will; but you get the idea.  If you can get one of your sisters or friends to let you use their pussy juice, more power to ya, I say.”  Mom laughs as she says this last bit.  Dad even chuckles.

“Then you rub your fingers lightly over your rosebud, making little circles around the rim.”

She demonstrates as she continues.

“Eventually you’ll fell your rosebud relax from the stimulation and you can begin to push your fingers into your ass.  You probably want to start with just one, as it is VERY tight.  Eventually you’ll be able to get several in there.  In fact, I’ve seen women on the internet who can stick their entire hand up their ass, right up to the wrist!”

She continues to stroke her fingers in and out of her ass, moaning softly occasionally.

“I personally think that’s too much, and may actually damage the sphincter muscle.”

After a few minutes, Mom is getting really flushed.  She pulls her fingers out and licks them clean.

Sam scrunches up her face.

“Trust me. I tasted nothing but pussy juice.  Nothing else.  Why don’t you take a dip in me and try it for yourself?  I can tell you if you’re doing it right before you try it on yourself.”

Sam reaches forward towards Mom’s pussy.  She stops short, unsure.

“Oh, come on already.  You won’t hurt me.  Your fingers will slide right in, I’m so sloppy wet.”

Mom grabs Sam’s hand and guides it into her pussy.  Sam’s first two fingers disappear into Mom’s poon.  Mom twists Sam’s hand as she works it in and out.

“Get your fingers really covered in my juices.   That’s it.”

 Sam is now exploring Mom’s pussy on her own.  Mom takes her own hand away and starts massaging her nipples.  She moans softly.

“Oh, this feels good. I think I'm going to cum again.”

Sam looks up but doesn’t stop working her fingers in Mom’s pussy.  “Did you cum when you were showing David?”

“Yes, I did…To be perfectly honest with you, David actually got to watch your Father fuck my ass.  The experience of being watched was too much for me; and I had one of the best orgasms of my life!”

Sam just keeps working over Mom’s cunt with her fingers, slipping in another one along the way.  Mom moans a little louder and starts to frig her clit.

“While I appreciate the attention you’re paying to my pussy, I think your fingers are lubed up enough.  It’s time to explore my ass.”

Sam pulls her fingers out and moves them down to Mom’s rosebud.  She starts to circle her asshole with her finger tips without direction, not being as shy as she had been.

“Oh!  That’s great, honey!  You’re a natural.  I’d forgotten to suggest using your nails.  The light scrapping over your rosebud is VERY arousing…Now start to press down a bit and circle the opening.”

Sam begins to apply some pressure as she circles Mom’s asshole.  Mom keeps frigging her clit as she continues her instructions.

“That’s it.  Now push a finger into my ass. Push to one side, so your nail doesn’t catch me going in.”

Sam pushes with her first three fingers to one side at once and then pushes them all forward.  Mom’s ass sucks them in greedily.

“Oh, yes!” Mom exclaims.

Sam starts working her fingers around the inside of Mom’s butt.  Mom starts to buck against her fingers, pushing them further up her ass.  She continues frigging her clit as her other hand dives into her pussy.  She places her thumb into her palm and pushes forward, her entire hand disappearing into her dripping cunt.  She starts to fist fuck herself as she grimaces in ecstasy.  Sam just keeps finger fucking her ass.  After a few more minutes, Mom clenches up and her pussy starts spasming.  She is having another major orgasm.  Juice actually squirts from her pussy as she pulls her hand out.  Sam pulls her fingers out quickly.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks Mom.

“Oh, fine honey.  That was incredible!  Thank you very much.  I really meant to teach you something about pleasuring yourself; and you end up getting ME off….Whew!  I think it’s time you give it a try yourself.”

As Sam moves to get on the pillows, she sniffs her hand tentatively; and then licks a finger.  After thinking about what she’s tasting for several seconds, she proceeds to lick her fingers clean, looking around the room with a smile on her face.

She then notices Dad and my raging erections.  Sam’s eyes get VERY wide.  Mom just snickers.

“Come on, Sam.  Let’s do this,” Mom says, patting the pillows next to her.  “Take your shorts of.”

Sam grabs her boxers and starts to push them down, then stops.  She looks up at Dad and I, how are watching her lower half intently.  She smiles wickedly and looks at Mom.

“Gosh, Mom.  I think they’re a little excited to see my pussy.  What do you think?”

Mom laughs.  “What did you expect?  They’re very horned up men.  If you’re not quick enough, they just might jump in and help you.”

“Hah!  I’m getting there.   Keep your pants on, boys.”

Mom laughs at the joke.  We don’t.  Our eyes haven’t strayed from Sam’s hands on her waistband.

Keeping her head up to see our reaction, Sam slowly pushes her boxers down.  More and more of her pubic mound is exposed; but no hair yet.  Eventually the top of her pussy is exposed, and still nothing.  I look up at her.

“Are you bald too?”

Sam whips her boxers down the rest of the way, showing us her wet, bald, engorged pussy.  My cock jumps at the site.

“Of course my pussy’s bald.  All of us girls have our pussies waxed, just like Mom.  Or at least we three older girls do.  Jessie’s just been plucking her pubes since they started coming in.  She’s afraid waxing would hurt too much.  What a wuss.”

Dad starts stroking his cock as he stares at his daughters beautiful wet poon.

“Wow, Dad.  Our regular sex ed. teacher never does that in class,” Sam quips.

Dad stops.

“Oh, sorry.  I wasn’t thinking.  Sorry honey.”

“Dad, it’s okay.  Go ahead.  I like that I make you horny.  Jack off if you want.  I’d love to watch you masturbate while I play with my asshole.”

Dad gets a big grin on his face and starts stroking his meat again.  I start working on my own.

“Okay, let’s get back to why we’re here, shall we?” Mom prompts us.  “Sam, up on the bed.  Are you going to remove your top?”

“Na, I think I’ll leave it on, just to leave something to the boys’ imagination.”

Mom laughs,” Ha, you’re a bad girl.  Can you get your legs behind your shoulders?  If not, you can just spread your legs and put your feet together.”

“Are you kidding me, Mom?  I run hurdles and do ballet!  I’m the most limber person I know.”  As she says this, she basically flips her legs up and behind her shoulders.  Looking around to make sure everyone’s watching her, she says,” now watch this move!”

Sam puts one hand on each of her ass cheeks and leans over at her waist as she sinks deeper into the pillows, kind of bringing her lower half up as much as her body is bending down.  As she continues to fold herself in half, she looks up at us and flicks her tongue out, like a guy would if he was teasing a girl’s clit.  She’s smiling at us wickedly.  Continuing to keep her eyes locked on us, or more specifically, Dad, Sam lowers her face into her own lap until her tongue comes into contact with her clit.  She starts to flick her tongue over her clit, and then bends over a little further and gives her pussy a long, slow lick.

Dad is stroking his cock very fast, and Mom looks both shocked and impressed.  I’m ready to tip my sister over and start fucking her right there.  My dick is ready to explode!

“Holy shit!  Holy shit!  Holy shit!” Mom exclaims.  “I didn’t know that was possible.  Of course, it never occurred to me as an option, either.  I have GOT to work on my flexibility!  My God, that’s hot!”

Sam has now tuned us out and is aggressively eating out her own pussy.

“Sarah, I’ve to unload again, or I’m going to blow all over our two kids here.”

“My ass is little sore from fucking me earlier and the kids’ fingers exploring.  But come on over here and I’ll give you a blow job.”

This gets Sam’s attention and she pops her head up, pussy juice running down her chin.  She sits back up, keeping her legs up behind her.

“This I’ve gotta see!”

She starts to rub her clit with one hand while the other dives into her cooch.  Mom lowers her legs and swings off the bed.  While Sam works on lubing up her rosebud, Mom starts giving Dad and me stage directions as she circles around to Sam’s side of the bed.

“Doug, get up in the middle of the bed.  Kneel just in front of Sam and face me, so the head of your cock is directly in front of here.  David, I need my motor revved up again.  Do you mind playing with my pussy while I blow your father?”

“Not…at…all!” I say very deliberately, moving in behind her.

Sam is now circling her butthole with her dripping fingers.  Dad’s cock is inches from her face.  Dad goes back and forth between watching Sam play with her asshole and looking at her reaction to what she’s doing to herself.  Sam gives him a lustful grin…and suddenly darts forward and kisses the head of his dick, backing away just as quickly.  Dad’s tool jumps at the attention.

“Now, now, dear,” Mom says.  “That’s my cock, not yours.”

Mom leans in and wraps her lips around Dad’s cock.  Dad grabs the back of her head and drives his dick all the way down her throat.  Mom coughs once, takes a breath through her nose, and starts working Dad’s cock in and out of her mouth.  She’s uses full strokes each time, swirling her tongue around his head every time she pulls off.  I keep pistoning my fingers in and out of Mom’s pussy, generating a loud squishy sound.  I look around Mom to see what Sam is up to.

Sam is running her nails over her rosebud and arching her back in ecstasy.  Her eyes are closed and she her mouth is hanging open as she moans.  Mom starts finger fucking Sam with her right hand while Sam continues to frig her own clit.

“Start pushing into your ass, dear,” Mom suggests the next time she’s pulled back.  “See what you think.”

Sam does as she’s told and pushes her middle finger into her ass.

“OH...MY…GOD!  That’s awesome!”

“Just take shallow dips and circle your rosebud in between,” Mom says as she takes her hand away from Sam’s clit and reaches for her sport bra.  She grabs Sam’s right nipple through the fabric and pinches it.  Sam gasps and looks at Mom.

“Who did that feel?” Mom asks, a smile in her voice.

In response, Sam pulls her hands away from her ass and clit; and whips off her top, exposing the second most luscious pair of tits I’ve ever seen.  Her nipples are LONG and THICK.  The areolas are very small.  Sam grabs Mom’s head and pulls it to her right tit.  Mom sucks it into her mouth and starts nibbling on it.  I’ve stopped finger fucking her because I‘m too distracted trying to see as much as I can.  Sam goes back to frigging her clit and pushes two fingers up into her ass, pushing them in and out a little, but mostly just concentrating on rubbing the very inside and front of her rosebud.

After a couple of minutes of this, Dad says, “Hey, I’m not finished here.”

Mom looks up at him.  “Sorry, honey.”  Looking back at Sam,” Have you ever given a blow job, honey?”

“Uh…yes.  A few times.”

“Do you like the taste of spunk?”

“Yea, it was actually pretty good!”

“Great.  One minute.”

Mom goes back to blowing Dad; and I stick my fingers back in Mom’s pussy. I work them in pretty far and start stroking the walls, causing her to get wetter.  Once my hand is really slippery with her juice, I pull out and put my middle and ring finger in her ass, lifting her a little as I stroke forward.  Mom starts moaning LOUDLY and blowing Dad faster.  She grabs his balls, pulls back, and drags her teeth gently over his head.  She then starts to jack his cock, keeping it pointed at but out of her mouth.

I pull out of Mom’s ass and dip back into her pussy for more lube.  It’s time I get myself off, I think.  I pull my hand out, dripping again, and start stroking my meat.

Dad tenses up and his face contorts.  His dick starts to spasm and cum shoots out of it right into Mom’s mouth, mostly.  Some of it splashes on her cheeks and nose.  Mom doesn’t swallow.   She just tips her head up, milking Dad’s cock into her rapidly filling mouth.  Once Dad’s dick stops flowing, Mom closes her mouth and turns to Sam, pulling Sam’s hands away from her ass and clit.  Sam looks at her with anticipation.

Opening her arms towards Sam, gesturing for a hug, Sam lowers her legs and reaches for Mom.  They embrace and Mom moves to kiss Sam.  Sam gives Mom an open mouthed kiss and pulls her in tight.  Mom opens her own mouth and pushes as much of Dad’s spunk as she can into Sam’s mouth with her tongue.  I can see Sam suck in Mom’s tongue and Dad’s spunk, and then swallow.  Mom and Sam continue to French kiss, their tongues swirling around one another.

“There is a bit more, you know,” Dad speaks up, still milking his own tool.

Mom and Sam break their embrace, and Mom turns back to Dad.

“Uh, let me get that, will you?” Sam stops her.

Mom backs off and nods.  Dad points his softening cock towards Sam.  Sam dips her left hand back into her pussy, and then wraps her slippery hand around Dad’s dick, pulling it into her mouth.  She jacks his cock as she sucks on the head, getting every drop. I tap Mom on the shoulder.  She turns to me, and I point at my painfully hard dick.

“Oh.  Sorry to leave you handing, dear.”  With that, Mom wraps her lips around my tool, grabs my hips, and pulls me towards her, driving my cock all the way down her throat.  I tap Sam on the shoulder.  I want her to see this!

Sam pulls off Dad’s dick and looks around to see Mom deep-throating my meat.  She looks surprised for about a second, and then looks at me smiling.  She mouths “I’m next,” and goes back to sucking Dad dry.

I start fucking Mom’s face vigorously.  Within a minute. I’m ready to blow.

“Sam, want some more man juice!?” I call out.

Sam pulls away from Dad.  She’s pretty much done anyway, and Dad looks exhausted and in need of another shower.  He sits back on his heels.

“Absolutely!”

“Mom, do you mind?”

She pulls back off my dick and says, “Not at all.  Sam, he’s all yours.”

I point my dick at Sam and start to jack myself off.  Sam tries to get my head in her mouth; but it’s a struggle.

“Sam, honey, you’ve got to relax your jaw.  Putting your brother’s cock in your mouth is like shoving a soda can in there.”

“You’d better hurry,” I exclaim.  “I’m getting close.”

Sam tries again.  This time she’s successful.  Her teeth scrapping over the head of my cock is too much; and I start to erupt.  Sam just keeps the head in her mouth, sucking in as much as she can.  Even so, a lot leaks out the sides of her mouth.   She keeps swallowing for another minute.

“My God, David!  Where does it all come from?  This is the third time you cum since I’ve been in here!  How often to you masturbate, anyway.”

“I don’t know.  4, 5 times a day.”

“Don’t you get raw, and run out of spunk?”

“Nope.  I use a lot of hand lotion; and I’ve never had a dry blow.  Guess I just make a lot.”

“You’re body creates more sperm due to increased arousal levels.  You must be thinking about sex CONSTANTLY.”

“Yea…cars and sex.  That pretty much covers my interests.”

Mom laughs, but has turned her attention back to Sam, whose face has a considerable amount of my spunk on it.  She leans in and licks Sam’s face clean, the two playing a little more tonsil hockey when she’s done.  Mom eventually backs off.

“Well.  That was educational, wasn’t it?” she remarks.

Dad, Sam and I laugh.

“Oh, VERY educational,” Dad replies sarcastically.

“I’m actually serious.  I realize that we all had a lot of fun…I mean a LOT of fun; and we all got off.  But we did learn a few things.  We learned that Sam is incredibly flexible, she loves pussy (I think this may have a surprise to Sam also) and spunk, and now knows how to pleasure her or someone else’s asshole.  I also learned that she’s a GREAT kisser.  David and Dad learned that Sam has an incredible set of tits, possibly even nicer than mine, and that all of the girls in this family have bald pussies.  Sam learned that her brother and father are well hung, PARTICULARLY her brother, and that David needs to get his rocks off often.  Your father learned that he’s at least two oversexed children, one who loves blow jobs and one who loves to give them.  I personally learned something about myself that I had always suspected, but never attempted.  I LOVE being watched during sex; and I LOVE having sex with more than one person at a time.  Having something going on at both ends is incredible.  I only wish I could find another guy to fuck my ass while your father fucks my pussy.  Just the idea of a double penetration makes me wet.”

I stand up quickly and step towards Mom, smiling sweetly.

“No, David.  We’ve been over this.  It’s one thing to share…sex play.  It’s quite another for a mother to fuck her son.”

“Hah!  That’s parsing it a bit too finely, don’t you think?” Sam laughs.

Mom looks at her darkly.  Dad just kinda nods, agreeing with Sam.

“Oh come on Mom!  Let’s go down the list, shall we?  You blew your son, twice I gather.  He fist fucked your pussy and finger fucked your ass.  He had a front row view of Dad fucking your ass.  Has he sucked your tits?  David?” she ends, looking at me.

I nod yes.

“Hah, he’s even sucked your tits!  Just because he hasn’t stuck his dick in your poon, doesn’t mean you two, we four actually, haven’t had sex.  We just fucked the shit out of each other, just in different ways.  Come on, Mom, face the facts.”

Mom is silent.  She starts to weep.  We all crowd in around her.  Dad sits down on the bed and wraps an arm around Mom.  Sam and I both sit in front of her, each placing a hand on one of her legs, stroking her thighs tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Mom.  I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sam says in a softer voice.  “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing.  I really enjoyed myself; and you did teach me a lot about a part of my body I had ignored.  And you’re right; I was surprised that I like pussy.  It’s great to know though. I’ve got a lot of girlfriends into recreational sex with other girls.  They like it better because they don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.  Plus, most guys suck at going down.  I’m guessing I’ll be way better at going down on Julie that Mark is.”

Julie is Sam’s best friend and the captain of the cheerleading squad.  Mark is her boyfriend.

Mom looks up at Sam, smiling again.

“Awe, thank you honey.  I needed that.  Of course, you’re right.  I was just kidding myself.  I need a while to get my head around all of this.  I was raised to protect my kids from adults who would try to use and exploit them, not be that adult.”

“But Mom, you’re not,” I protest.  “I’ve fantasizing about having sex with you for years.  You didn’t use me.  I loved it; and I love you.”

Mom looks at me, smiling.

“Really, Mom,” Sam adds.  “Both David and are truly grateful for the gist you’ve given both of us tonight.  You’ve shared the most intimate part of Dad’s and your life with us.  It was beautiful.  Thank you.  From the bottom of my heart…and the depths of my pussy.”

Sam tries to keep a straight face as she says the last part, but can’t.  Mom looks at her; and she starts laughing hard, doubling over on the bed.  Dad and I, shocked into silence by the comment, join in the laughter as we realize she was making a joke.  Mom got it right away, or course.

“Thanks again, kids, honey.   I appreciate it.  You guys are great.  I just need to process all that’s happened and all you’ve said.  I’ll be okay with it in the end.  Just give me time,” she ends, patting Sam and me on the back of our hands.

I can’t keep my mouth shut and speak up, “Um, sorry if this is a bad time to ask, or insensitive or something, but…does this mean I can fuck you?”

Mom focuses on me, trying not to smile.  Eventually she loses, cracks into a wide grin and laughs.  Oh, David.  Boys will always be boys….We’ll see, we’ll see.”

That’s enough for me.  I grin broadly.  Then I have another thought.  “Can I fuck Samantha?” I ask, as I give Sam’s body another once over with my eyes.  Sam actually blushes, and smiles.

“Well. That would be up to Sam.  But I definitely don’t want you getting her pregnant.”

“We’ll be careful!” Sam assures Mom, as she looks at me and gives me a big grin.

“I guess you have your answer, David.  Sam would love to have your massive tool plowing her pussy.  Okay, time for everyone to get some sleep.  Let’s go.”

Dad steps back off the bed and Sam and I turn around and get up also.  Mom is last off the bed, looking back at it as she stands up.

“David, you’ll need to strip the bed tonight and put on…new everything.   Sheets AND quilt.  And don’t forget to shower, you two.  Your Dad and I are headed for our own right now.”

Dad picks up his boxers and takes Mom’s hand.  They leave my room and head back to their own.  As they pass the main bathroom, I see Jessie open the door slowly and stare after them, Dad’s dick swinging and Mom’s ass…just being Mom’s tight ass.  No jiggle there.  Jessie looks back down the hall towards my room and sees me standing by my bed but in full view of the doorway.  I laugh.  Sam picks up her clothes and says, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing.  See you in the morning.”

“Yea, g’night,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me as she walks out my door.  She then turns back towards the hall, seeing Jessie staring at her from the bathroom door.  Sam stops for just a second, then continues towards Jessie.  She walks right up to her and hands her the night clothes she had been wearing.

“Can you take those down to the laundry room for me?  I gotta pee, bad.  Thanks, Jess.”

With that, Sam gives Jessie a little shove out the door as she enters, shutting the door behind her.  Jessie is now in the hall, Sam’s clothes, which must reek of sex, in her hand, looking back at me, looking very confused.  I just laugh, give my balls a scratch, and shut my door.  I flop back on my bed, too tired to shower or change my sheets.  Besides, I like the way I, and the bed, smell.

I hear Jessie in the hall, heading downstairs.  A minute later, I hear the toilet flush, then the sink, and then the bathroom door.  I wonder if…yup.   The door opens slowly.  There’s Sam, in all her naked glory.  God, she’s beautiful.

“David, why didn’t you warn me Jessie was in the bathroom?  You had to have seen her.”

“Why, I wanted her to see you, and me.  Should be fun explaining why you’re in here naked.  Especially since she saw Mom and Dad walk by in their birthday suits also.”

“She saw them?!”

“Yup.  Looked pretty confused.  And she looked absolutely stunned when she saw me standing here, dick swingin’.  But the look on her face when she saw you leave the room, THAT was priceless.  That was a Mastercard moment!”

“David, why would you want her to see us?”

“Well, as I see it, the sooner this is all out in the open, the sooner I can fuck every woman in this family.”

“God, David!” she exclaims, and then starts giggling.  “Mom’s right.  You guys only have one thing on your mind.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, now that I’m actually getting some,” I reply.

As I say this, Jessie peaks around the edge of the door.  She must have snuck up the stairs.  Surprised at first, I quickly put a calm look on my face and plant my feet apart, like soldiers do at attention, placing my hands behind my lower back.  I give Jessie a smile.  Sam turns to see what I’m smiling about.

“Oh, hi Jessie.  We didn’t hear come up the stairs.”

“That’s because I didn’t want you to,” she says in a snotty voice.  “Why are you guys, and Mom and Dad, naked?”

Sam shakes her head.  “I don’t have time for this tonight.  Goodnight David.  See you in the morning,” she calls back to me as she leaves the room.

Jessie follows Sam out with her eyes, and then looks back at me, and then down at my cock.  I give her my best smile.

“Goodnight, Jessie.  I really need to get some sleep, too.  Can I get a hug goodnight?” I say, arms extended.

Jessie looks perplexed.  She takes a hesitant step towards me.  I step forward and give her big bear hug, my cock snuggling up between her legs.  The cotton of her nightdress feels good against my dick.  After a few seconds, I release her.

“Well, g’night, Sis.”

“Uh, g’night, David.”

She slowly turns and walks out of my room, turning back to face me as she reaches the door of her bedroom, the one she shares with Samantha.  I can hear the shower running in Mom and Dad’s room.  I’m at my own door, one hand on the knob, the other waving goodnight.  I close the door and collapse back onto my bed, laughing to myself.  I fall asleep quickly, wondering how Sam is going to explain ANY of this to Jessie.

To be continued if there’s interest.

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The apartment

phang on Taboo Stories

When I graduated from high school I was only 17 years old.  I could not afford to go to college and my grades weren’t good enough for a scholarship.  Jobs were scarce in the small town that I called home, so I enlisted in the US Army.  I liked the Army and the way of life that kept one in good physical condition and I swiftly learned a trade.  After a few years I applied for and was accepted in the Warrant Officer program and became a helicopter pilot.  I would have stayed in the Army for 30 years, but at age 39 I was injured that left me partially blind in one eye and a 90% disability check – but no more flying.  I took my pension and went back home to work for my father as a maintenance man for his apartme

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nts.  In the 21+ years I was in the Army my father had done well for himself and owned an apartment complex of 10 buildings with 20 apartments in each building.  Dad and Mom lived in a nice house about a block from the apartments and to my surprise everything was free and clear.  I had a nice large apartment made from knocking out a wall and making one apartment out of two apartments and it was next to one of the pools.  The apartment complexes were divided into three sections:  No children under 12 years old, Family units, and seniors.  I was in the section with no young children.  The view of the pool was nice since everyone that used the pool were either adults or teens.  Two years after moving into the section my parents were killed in a car wreck and left everything to me.  I stayed in my apartment and rented out the house.  I hired a couple to take care of the maintenance and cleaning of apartments when someone moved out and I became the landlord.  The government subsidized all rents so no one paid more than they could afford.  Now, these are nice apartments and should not be considered as “the projects”.  It was the way my dad got the funding to build the units and get them paid off so quickly.

 

About a year after my parent’s death we had a vacancy next door to my unit.  My maintenance team had to repaint the unit, replace the carpets, and replace the stove and refrigerator.  Not from misuse, just due to wear.  As the cleaning and repairs were being finished, I advertised the apartment and had a lot of interviews.  One lady came into the office that was stunning.  Long red hair, perfect makeup, and dressed nicely but not too nice, if you know what I mean.  Her clothes were clean, but not fancy.  She told me her husband had been a police officer and had been killed in the line of duty.  She could not afford the house any longer and the life insurance barely paid off the bills and got him buried.  She was working during the day and going to school at night trying to better herself.  She had a 13-year-old daughter and no pets.  With her bills for school and a car, she qualified for the subsidization so she wound up with the apartment. 

 

A month later Debra moved into her apartment.  Several men from the police department’s union helped her get everything set up.  I went next door to welcome them to the neighborhood with a crock-pot full of stew.  When she let me in, I naturally looked around and did not see a television.  Since I had just bought a new LCD HD TV, I asked her if she needed a TV.  Hers had been broken and she bought her daughter a PC instead of a new TV since it could be used for homework for herself and her daughter.  I brought over my old TV and hooked it up for her since basic cable came with the rent.  As I was finishing, the door opened and her daughter came in.  She was gorgeous!  She was a younger replica of her mother with piercing green eyes and long red hair.  She walked erect with her shoulders back and head up.  When she shook my hand she looked me square in the eye and did not look away.  I immediately liked this girl.

 

When I left I found it difficult to get either the mother (Debra) or the daughter (Rebecca) out of my mind.  About 7 pm they both came to my door to return the crock-pot.  I invited them in and noticed they both had on a terry cloth wrap and shower clogs.  They thanked me for the meal and said they were going to go swimming.  As they left they dropped their cover-ups on the lounge chairs in front of my apartment and walked over to the pool.  Both were wearing thong bikinis.  What a sight.  Neither of them had any extra fat on their bodies.  They both had long, well defined legs, small waists, and smallish breasts.  Debra was about a 34B and Becky about a 32B.  Both were quite a sight and I found I had the start of a boner just looking at them.  I put on my suit and decided to join them in the pool.  We were the only people in the pool for about an hour when some other teens came out to play.  Becky was the center of attention of all the boys and the group started to get larger while she was there.  When she and her mother went in, so did the boys.  I imagine they had a lot of thoughts about Becky as I did about her mother.

 

We became pretty good friends and after about a year I invited them out to dinner.  We talked, had a good dinner, and drank a little wine (Becky, of course had none).  Debbie drank a little too much wine and I almost had to carry her into her apartment.  I was the first person she had dated since her husband died just over a year before.  I helped put her on the bed and Becky asked me to stay for a bit while she undressed her mother and got her into bed.  I went into the living room and sat in a chair that had a partial view into the bedroom.  I could see Becky helping her mother out of her clothes and got her into bed.  Then she came into the living room where she sat on the couch pulling up her feet and setting Indian-style on the couch.

 

“Mr. Kelly, I want to thank you for tonight.  Mother has been so lonely since Daddy died and you have been a good friend to both of us.  As you know it has not been easy on her working and going to school and trying to raise me.”

 

“I know it hasn’t been easy for her or you, either, without a man in the house.  I imagine you miss him a lot.”

 

“No, not really.  Dad was a strict disciplinarian but he did things that if Mom knew, it would kill her.”

 

“What sort of thing?”

 

“Dad was a child molester.  I don’t know if he did anything away from the house with girls he stopped, but there were rumors he would let teen-aged girls settle a traffic ticket by having sex with him.  He started molesting me when I was 8 years old.”

 

“Your own father?  And you never told your mother?”

 

“No.  Dad told me that if I told mother about the things he did he would go to prison for a long time and then mother and I would not have enough money to buy groceries and we would starve and have to live on the street.  He said that I could go to reform school for doing things, also.  I’m telling you these things because you have become such a good friend and I needed to tell someone.”

 

After leaving, I thought about the things she told me and I found the images I had in my mind of her naked and as she grew older caused me to get an erection.  I kept the images in my mind and masturbated thinking of her young pussy being fondled and licked by me.  When I came it was one of the most satisfying orgasms I had ever had while masturbating.  That night I dreamed about Becky lying on my bed naked and spread while I licked her delicious pussy.

 

About a week later, Debbie came to me and asked if I could check in on Becky because she had to go out of town for about 3 days on business.  Becky looked full grown, but she still had the emotions of a child at times.  Debbie just wished she had someone that Becky could stay with.  I offered to let her stay here since I had a double apartment and there was plenty of room.  Debbie said she would think about and talk it over with Becky.

 

Saturday morning Debbie and Becky came to the office and I invited them in for some iced tea.

 

“John, your offer to let Becky stay here is appreciated.  However, there is something we need to know.  Is it because what she told you about her father?  I knew about it from almost the first.  I did not want to make a stink about it and as long as Brad did not physically hurt her, I allowed it go on.  Brad eventually made some video of what they did and also video of what we did in our own bedroom.  Watching the video of him and I and the videos of what he did with Becky got me so hot our sex life became better than it had ever been.  So I’m asking you if her confession to you was why you offered to let her stay here – either because of sympathy or lust.”

 

“No, Debbie, neither of those thoughts crossed my mind.  I’m very fond of both you and Debbie.  I do admit, though the sight of the two of you in those thong bikinis does make me aroused.”

 

“Okay, John.  I appreciate your honest answer.  Now, Becky only found out about me knowing about them last night.  She walked in on me while I was watching a DVD of the two of them followed by the two of us.  I was on the bed masturbating and she heard the unmistakable sound of my orgasm and saw the video.  That was the first time she knew that I was aware of their affair and had DVDs of them.”

 

“Now, John, it has been over a year since my husband died.  I haven’t been with a man since then and Becky told me last night that she was enjoying the sex for the last couple of years and she misses that part of her life, also.  So, I brought over a couple of DVDs that we would like for you to see.  We can either go or stay, whatever you want, but we want you to see these before you make up your mind about Becky staying.”

 

“If you are sure you want me to see them, then why don’t you stay?”

 

I walked over and put the closed sign in the office window and locked the door.  Then I pulled the blinds and turned off the telephone.  “Okay, I think we’re ready.”  We went into the apartment area and turned on the TV and DVD player.  Next I turned down the lights and we all sat on the couch, Debbie on one side and Becky on the other side.  The DVD started and it was taken when Becky was about 9 or 10 years old.  He and Becky came into the room.  He asked her if she really wanted to do this, and she said yes.  He took her to the bed and you could tell he was repositioning the camera to a better angle.  He kissed her on the cheek, the neck, then on the mouth.  He then started unbuttoning her blouse and started kissing down her chest to her egg-sized breasts.  As he kissed and licked her breasts her nipples started getting hard.  He removed her blouse and slowly pulled down her sweat pants and panties exposing her hairless pussy for the camera.  He brushed his fingers along the top and sides of her labia while still kissing and licking her nipples.  Slowly he kissed his way down to her pussy as he pushed her legs apart.  He continued licking and kissing her while he pulled off his own sweat clothes.  He moved the camera again and as he walked back to her the viewer could clearly see his erection.  He moved to the side of the bed and as he went back to licking her pussy and pulling at her clitoris she wrapped her hand around his erection and was slowly pumping it.  He moved closer to her and she took him into her mouth sucking and licking his member while still pumping it.  As she got close to an orgasm she slowed her actions to him and then pushed upward into his face as she humped his face and thrashed her head back and forth in a gigantic orgasm.  That was when he climaxed and sprayed her hand and chest with his semen.

 

As the video faded to black I was aware of several things:  First I had a tremendous hard on, second both of the women had their hands under their clothes caressing themselves, and third, all three of us were breathing hard.

 

Debbie reached over and kissed me and at the same time Becky started rubbing my engorged dick.  I naturally reacted by reaching for Debbie’s breasts.  As I was massaging her breasts I became aware of Becky undressing.  When she was naked she started pulling off my shoes, socks and pants.  About this time Debbie reached down and pulled my polo shirt over my head.  In very short order I also was naked.  Becky pulled my head around and pushed into her chest.  I eagerly sucked her breast into my mouth while my hand started rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  Debbie got undressed in record time and all three of were a tumble of flesh on the couch.

 

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I suggested.

 

I have a California King and there are mirrors on two sides of the room, one set on the closet doors and the other over the dresser.  It was quite a sight, no matter which way I looked I could see a naked ass or the breasts of the other.  As we got on the bed, Debbie fell between my legs and started feasting on my dick.  I grabbed Becky and turned her so I could taste her 13-year-old pussy.  There was only a little pubic hair and it was so fine one could hardly see it.  I spread her pussy lips and found her clitoris already standing up looking for some affection.  How quickly I obliged taking her clit in between my teeth and gently biting.  Then I spread the skin over her clit very tightly with my lips as I attacked her clit with my tongue flipping it back and forth quickly. 

 

“Oh, my!  I’m cuming!” she yelled.  She came down on my face so hard I thought I would have a fat lip in the morning, but cum, she did.  As she started to come down I re-attacked her clit again, but this time I pushed my middle finger into her vagina and pushed upward on her clit from the inside while I flipped it and pushed down hard on it with my tongue.  As she climaxed again she shivered and shook like she was freezing.  I didn’t think it was going to stop when suddenly I knew that the fantastic blowjob I was having had me on the edge, also.  I told Debbie I was going to cum she only worked harder until I blew my load into her mouth.  She swallowed every drop and continued to drain me until I had to stop her.

 

Debbie and Becky rolled off me and Debbie said; “Now it’s my turn.”

 

“I have to have a couple of minutes to recover, first.  Let’s just lay here and cuddle and make small talk.”  Well, the cuddle turned into fondling and the fondling turned into lust and before I knew it I had another erection.  I rolled Debbie onto her back and moved to attack her clit like I did to her daughter.  However, before I got very far along, she climaxed and told me to fuck her.  I moved upward and as I positioned myself, she grabbed my dick and started pushing into herself.  She would push in a little, then pull out a little and push in a little more.  She made my dick feel like it was two feet long.  When I was fully into her, she became a tiger pulling and humping me like someone possessed.  She reached orgasm quickly and pushed me over and straddled me, sitting upright and watching me as she started squeezing and releasing her vaginal muscles.  I had heard of women that could do this, but this was my first.  It was like someone in a velvet glove squeezing and releasing my dick.  The feeling was wonderful and my climax started to build.

 

“I’m going to cum, Debbie.”

 

“Yeah, I know”

 

She continued squeezing me until I could not lie still any longer as I grabbed her by the hips and pounded into her roughly.  As I was finishing, she reached another orgasm and started pounding onto me.

 

Totally spent, we collapsed on the bed.  I looked over at Becky who was watching us.  She said,  “That was a beautiful thing.  When mother goes out of town, we’ll have to do that, too.”

 

We lay on the bed for another 30 minutes and then all three of us got into the shower and washed away the love juices.  Becky started washing my dick, which surprisingly got hard once again, although it was a little painful.  She then slipped my dick between her legs and slid back and forth washing my dick with her pussy.  As all the soap finally rinsed off, she rose up and impaled herself on my dick.  Debbie said turn her around and take her from behind.  It would be easier in the shower.  Becky pulled off me and turned around bending over holding onto the shower controls.  I entered her from behind and grasping her hips in both hands started slowly fucking her building up to a frenzied pace.  We both came at the same time.  My knees almost buckled at the feeling.  Becky turned around and pushed up against me while giving me a big kiss.

 

“Mom, I’m going to have a great time while you’re out of town.”

 

“I think so, but when I get back, we’ll just have to get out the movie camera, too.”

Fighting Urges

Jolly1 on Taboo Stories

Another long week end and alread she's started.  It's friday night and she's running around in her panties and one of my T-shirts.  The shirt is long enough to cover her down to the middle of her musculary thighs.  They are lean, shapely, and tan.  She curls up on the far side of the pit group to watch tv, the shirt pulled up, now exposing her entire legs and the bottom of her firm little ass and a small portion of her panties.

  I try so hard not to look,  but I just can't help myself, I keep hoping she'll move just a little so I c

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an see small mound.  Sometimes she lays on the floor on her stomach with her feet up and I get a perfect view of her panty covered slit.  But now she just sits there, playing with her long brown hair and flashing me just enough skin to make me want more.

  At first I thought it  was just innocent, she's to young to be doing it on purpose, but I've witnessed things that have changed my mind.  I've been dating her mom for awhile now and I've noticed that her thirteen year old daughter isn't as innocent as everyone thinks.  I came home early last week and caught her in the pool with neighborhood kids and she was wearing her moms T-back bikini.  I watched her for awhile through the glass sliding door, flirting with the older boys, hanging on them, letting them rub against her while hugging them and wresting with them.  She definitey loves the attention, when the boys weren't paying enough attention to her, she would get out of the pool so they could see her ass or go and sit on one of their laps. 

I watched her for awhile wishing it was me she was letting touch her.  One boy in particular was playing with her ass everytime she walked by.  He would reach out and grab her and pull her to him and always seemed to "accidently " touch it in the progress.  She would giggle and pretend to put up a fight.  Eventaully the kids started to pair up, Kelly ended up with this older boy.  They were wrestling in the shallow end and he ended up sitting on the steps, waist deep in the water.  He pulled her by her hands and she slid up his legs and onto his chest and was sitting straddle his lap and facing him.  They were just talking for awhile, I couldn't hear what they were saying.  That's when I noticed that I didn't see his hands.  Her hands were on his chest,supporting herself.

  I adjusted my angle and I could just make out his hands, he had one on each of her hips.  He was slowly sliding them from her hips, down her thighs, and then up her exposed ass.  My cock nearly jumped out of my pants, it was so hot.  I glanced around the rest of the pool, the other kids had paired up as well, but were just giggling and wrestling.  I kept watching.  The boy was using every move he had to touch and feel her and she was loving the attention.  He wasn't kissing her, but he was talking to her and distracting her while his hands seeked out her young body.  He must have gone to far because she suddenly rose up off of him and struggled for a second.  He reached up and pulled her back down by her hips and kept talking her. She stopped resisting and sat back down.  When she stood up, I noticed that her suit was twisted alittle so he must have been tugging on them or trying to slip a finger inside them to feel her little slit.

As she settled back into him, he went right back to work, talking, rubbing, probing.  I watched as she stopped talking back and was just smiling at him, then she would close her eyes for a second, then open them and smile again.  That's when I noticed, he was gently rocking her back and forth by her hips.  He was rubbing her up and down his hard cock and she was loving it.  I couldn't believe it.  Was he fucking her, no, he can't be.  I stood there and watched as he ground his cock into her little pussy and wished it was me.  He tried a few times to expose her pussy and to pull his dick out, but she wouldn't let him.  I think he got his finger inside her suit once because she twitched hard and then grabbed his hand.

  I couldn't stand to watch anymore.  I knew if I gave this boy anymore time that he would be inside her.  I moved away from the door and called her name.  She jumped of him and into the pool, she was still adjusting her suit when I stepped through the door.  He slid into deeper water and away from Kelly.  I only just stepped out the door and told her to send everyone home, I too had to hide my hard cock.  Everyone rushed out the gate, giggling.  Kelly came into the house, I was sitting on the couch hiding my hard on.  I took great pleasure in watching her beautiful ass cheeks as she walked to her room.  I stayed there long enough to watch her go for a shower wearing nothing but a towel.  As soon as the door closed, I practically ran to my own bathroom to jerk of to my Girl friend's sexy daughter for the first of many times.  As I stroked my cock, I could picture and almost feel her little body sliding up and down my rock hard shaft as my hands caress the sweetest ass I've ever seen.  It didn't take long for me to blow my load into the toilet.  AS I caught my breath, I heard her mom come in from work so I jumped into the shower to cover my actions.

  Now here I lie on the couch.  Horny as hell, trying not to get caught stareing at Kelly's ass.  Her mom is asleep on a palet on the floor.  Kelly is on the other couch with her knees toward me, her shirt pulled up to her hips, Her little tight ass right there for my taking.  She so engulfed in the movie she doesn't evern notice my stare, or does she.  Mabye she keeps lifting her leg on purpose,  Giving me just a sneak peek at her panty covered pussy.  When she lifts her legs, the material gets tighter and I can plainly make out her pretty little lips and the outline of her small mound.  I'm so hard, I'm covered with a thin blanket but I can't risk touching myself in fear she may notice or her mom might wake up and see me with my eyes glued to her young, half dressed daughter.  I looked down at her mom, lying there sleeping, I could just wake her up and take her in the room and take it out on her.

  My Teri is very pretty, petite and athletic.  It would be easy to fuck her and pretend it was her sexy little daughter.  But I couldn't resist looking at kelly's exposed crotch, I may never get this chance again.  The picture of her riding that boys dick fresh in my mind wasn't helping matters any.  She's getting sleepy now.  Her eyes are closing for longer and longer times.  My hand is on my cock, squeezing and slowly rubbing the head.  she hasn't moved in a few minutes, I can wait no longer.  I stretch out on the couch and am rewarded with a perfect view of her crotch.  I am looking right up the length of her legs and her panties are slightly twisted and I can almost see her little slit, but it's enough to drive me over the edge, I have to touch it, I have to taste it, I have to have her.  I pick up her small frame and placed her beside her on the palet beside her mom.

  I put her on her stomach so I could clearly see her ass.  I slowly slid her shirt up to her lower back, and gently spread her legs as to give me an unobstructed view.  I sat back up on the couch above them and looked down at her perfect ass  and pulled my cock out and started to slowly stroke it as I drooled over her hot, young body.  I imagined myself on top of her, grinding my rod between her taught ass cheeks.  I'm fighting the urge to climb down there and lick her waiting little pussy.  There's nothing to stop me but my will power, a thing that I am steadily running out of as I sit here stroking my rock hard cock.  I loose control and talk myself into kneeling over her and jacking off onto her beautiful ass, god I want that ass.  I kneel there for a few minutes, rubbing myself as quietly as I can until I feel myself coming.

  I stop, wow, that was close, I almost came all over her ass and back.  I leaned back agianst the couch to regain my thoughts, what was I thinking.  This little girl has got me so hot that I'm being stupid and losing all control.  I put my cock back in my pants and laid down on the floor with them.  It's wasn't long before I was staring at her ass again, "I have to touch her" I told myself, If I just touch her, It'll be enough.  I pretend I'm asleep and gently laid my hand across her ass.  She didn't even budge, but I touched her, that's enough, I've got will power, I can stop.  I slid my hand down just alittle and cupped one of her ass cheeks in my palm. oh god, that feels good. I slowly squeezed it, watching for any movement from her or her mom.  I can't I'm laying here with this little girls ass in my hand, an ass I have been watching for months.  I want to take her into her room and take full advantage of this sexy little body.  To feel her naked body on mine, to taste that sweet little pussy, to feel my cock wedged deep inside her.  I fight the urge, but I let my hand slide down onto her leg and my fingers find her inner thigh. 

My thumb caresses her ass as my fingers slowly slide up, up into her waiting crotch.  I can just feel her panties on my finger tips, I stop, I fight the urge to go further,.....well maybe just once, one little feel, I'm so close, and then I'll stop, I can fight the urge.  I lay there, not breathing, what am I doing.  I've gone to far, I have to stop.  I slowly press my index finger against her warm slit, I stop and hold it there, she doesn't move.  I lay there, motionless, I can make out her little lips on my finger.  I slowly rock my finger across her little mound, mocking her motions on that teen age boys cock. I apply alittle more pressure and I can feel her lips spread around my finger.  Her panties start to feel just alittle damp, am I imagining this.

  In my excitement it accidently caught my fingertip on the side of her panties.  I stopped, I can't put my finger inside her, I have to stop, I can fight the urge to go farther.  I slowly drug my fingertip across her bare pussy, letting the tip find it's way between her small damp lips.  I hold it there and then dip it slightly into her young, tight hole.  I slowly pull it out, out of her panties, up the crack of her perfectly shape ass and into my mouth.  Oh my god, she smelt and tasted so good, I had to have more, I have to go farther, I have to have her, I have to fight the urge... I get up and sit on the couch, my cock is stabbing me in my chest.  I sat there stroking my cock and staring at that beautiful offering just waiting there for my to take.  I get up and get a towel, and come back and sit back on the couch and continue stroking my cock until I come all over the towel while staring at her ass and still viewable pussy, dreaming I was coming inside her.  But I didn't, I fought the urge, this time, but it's gonna be a long weekend 

my little whore 4

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….. I had spent the night dreaming of what I had just to my little girl and regretted none of it. It was the most spectacular display of carnal lust I had ever been witness of or to. My little girl took my cock like a true champ and I knew when she woke up her ass was going to hurt sssooo bad, her pussy would not be quite as bad and her jaws would ache some. So as I woke and moved toward my nightstand I gazed back at my sweet candy just curled up and sleeping soundly.

 
            I reached down and opened the door on my nightstand and pulled out my bong and stash. I loaded a bowl and started puffing, getting that “ first in the morning buzz &ld
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quo; working real quickly. After about my fifth hit I came to the conclusion that it would help my little Wendy with her aches and pains to have a little when she got up. After about the tenth hit I was geared up and ready for the world. I just set the bong on top of the nightstand, with the stash, for when she decided to wake up.
 
            I just lie back a little and let my thoughts start to wander remembering all that had happened last night. I had taken my little baby and violated her like some crack whore off the street and enjoyed every minute. The only problem she had was the pain from my cock ripping her open wide and never letting up, otherwise she had more fun then me. My mind started to focus more on how well she handled everything and how quickly she picked up on all of it.
 
            Now my high was getting to that point where you want it and you got to have it. I looked over at Wendy and my cock started to twitch. OH YES, I was going to wake her like never before. My left hand slowly grabbed my cock and gently stroked it. My right hand moved to push the blanket down off of my girl. She still was in the fetal position, but her bare ass looked so sweet, even though it was red from her pounding just a few hours ago. As my mind remembered the pounding I gave her last night, my cock sprang to action getting exceptionally rigid, tall and awake.
 
            The worries of her soreness and pain were out the window. My only concern was slamming my cock deep into every orifice she had for me. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her down to her back. She awoke and said good morning hazily as I was starting to move over the top of her.
 
            “ What are you doing daddy ? “ she uttered.
 
            “ Going to give my little whore a wake-up call, honey. “
 
            As I moved my now solid cock, into position in front of her pussy, slightly red and puffy from the previous night, it was a bit dry. I fingered her for a little while, but was not getting a quick enough response so I reached over and grabbed the lube. I quickly mashed a generous quantity from the tube and spread it all over my cock and the rest all over her pussy, lips and channel.
 
            “ That is still tender and sore daddy. It still hurts when you touch it. “
 
            “ This is what being daddy’s little whore is all about my love. “ As I reached for the bong and I put the lube back. “ I am going to hit this and blow it down your throat baby, so get ready you may cough. “
 
            I fired it up and took a deep hit, did a couple of choke hacks and moved down and blew it hard into her little lungs. She coughed and gagged for about a minute. I took another hit for myself. She looked at me, “ What was that daddy ? “
 
“ It is called marijuana or reefer or just smoke. It will help you relax and get real comfortable. “
 

            She just looked at me her eyes filled with tears from the coughing. I hit another big one and blew it deep in her lungs again. Same result as the first, but now it was starting to affect her. A smile came over her face and she giggled just a bit. I hit one more time for myself and blew the rest into her.

 

            “ That’s not so bad daddy. Why do they say it is so bad ? “ As she giggled.

 

            “ That is just something the bad people tell you, but you must remember you can never and I mean never, tell anyone about us smoking this, okay ? “

 

            She nodded and laughed as I moved my fingers down to her tender pussy. As I pushed my finger in she just responded with her hips lifting to engulf my digit. She was smiling continuously and loving the feeling of my finger plunging into her canal.

 

            “ OH DADDY, That feels SSOO GOOD ! Please papa fuck your little whore. I want to feel your cock ripping me apart like last night. “

 

            With those words I moved my hand to her bump for a tits and massage it while playing with her nipple. She moaned and groaned as she leaned forward to lick my fingers. My other hand moved my inflamed cock to the entrance of her tender hole. I pushed her lips aside with my head as I pushed in into a hole so tight my cock wanted to spray right there. It seemed much tighter then before or maybe I was just to consumed with the animal instinct to realize her tightness.

 

            “ OH FUCK YES DADDY, PUT THAT BIG BOY IN YOUR LITTLE WHORE !!! “

 

            With that I trust my cock quickly into her cunt. Her lips, walls and channel all gripped tightly around my cock like vise grips. This pussy was just too amazing to believe. I pulled back a little and drove him deeper. Then I pulled back again and drove him as deep as he could go all the way up into her womb.

 

            “ OH GOD DADDY THAT HURTS SSSOOO G-OOOOOOOODD !!!! FUCK YOUR LITTLE WHORE !!!! FUCK ME GOOD !! I LOVE IT SO ! “

 

            I had grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her ass up so I could penetrate to the bottom of her throat. I was slamming my cock as deep as possible, my balls sending a beat as they slammed her tender, sore ass. I was driving it as far as I could, pushing and ripping her pussy apart.

 

            She just smiled and squealed with every thrust. Her beautiful eyes just gazing up at me as I brutalized her pussy. Suddenly she started to twist and bend, her orgasm was coming on strong. She yelled and squealed so loud I was afraid the animals in the forest would run from fear. Just as she was flopping around I felt my cock enlarge and blow a massive stream of fire hot cum deep into her womb, as I pulled her ass and hips as hard as I could into my cock.

 

            “ Oh daddy that is so hot it almost burns my insides. “

 

            As I unleashed stream after stream of cum deep inside her. I do not remember ever cumming so hard or long in my life. With as many girls and women as I have been with this is by far the greatest orgasm I have had.

 

            “ Oh yes daddy I love it and you. “ as she fell out for about twenty seconds.

 

            When she came back her smile was fixed permanently from ear to ear. She held up her arms for me to come hug her. I moved down and hugged her strong and gave her a long passionate kiss driving my tongue into her throat and tickling her tonsils. She pushed me as her gag-reflex kicked in and I released my lip lock. I slowly pulled my cock from her hole, as it came free she moved so quickly to come grab it and suck it clean. I didn’t ask her or let it cross my mind, she just dove on it and was sucking it dry and clean. My god what kind of creature had I created.

 

            “ Baby you don’t have to do that for me. “

 

            “ SSHH SSHH SSHH daddy please let your little whore do her work. Besides it tastes so good. I like the taste of you and I together. Your cum is so sweet, just like me. “

 

            “ Yes my little one I will let you do your job. You do it so well too. “

 

            She was taking at least three-quarters of my cock into her mouth. Where she developed this ability I don’t know, but I am glad she can. Her gag-reflex kicked in a few times, but she just shrugged it off. She methodically licked up and down the shaft, all around not missing anything. She finished it off with a nice suck and pop off of the head, looked up at me and said, “ What’s for breakfast ? “

            I finally had my dream come true, but was I going to regret it later on ? Had I done the right or wrong thing taking my little girl this far ? What did I create by doing this ? She reached down and scooped up a helping of cum that was just starting to ooze from her pussy and sucked it deep into her throat with a sweet little coo. As I moved off the bed, to figure out what we would have for breakfast. Again she scooped some more and swallowed it.

 

            “ I’ll go see what we have, okay baby ? “

 

            “ You do that daddy I need to get ready. “

 

            As I was leaving for the kitchen I looked back and got the most devilish grin I had ever seen on my little girl’s face. Somewhat eerie, but at the same time so inviting……………..

 
 

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Have a wonderful day

 
 
 

my little dog 2

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                        ……….my doorbell rang.  Who could that be I wondered.  I was not expecting anyone, I had just planned to sit on the internet and peruse my special sites for new subjects to my instructional molestation classes.
 
                        I opened the door and there standing before me were Cassie and Lexi.  Both were standing there just shivering
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slightly as it had chilled down a little since the sunset.  Both were wearing their heavy coats and asked if they could come in.
 
                        I graciously stepped aside and let them enter, with a smile so wide my cheeks hurt.
 
                        “What brings my lovelies here tonight?  Won’t mom and dad be missing you?” I muttered.
 
                        “Mom and dad are out for the evening and won’t be home until late, like about 12 or 1.” stated Cassie.
“We were hoping we could have some fun with you since it is hard for us to get here.”
 
                        “Ladies you are always welcome anytime you can get away.”
 
                        “Lexi told me you got her today.”
 
                        “Yes I did, it was quite exceptional. Her pussy is so tight Cassie. She reminds me of you when I popped you for the first time. She cums very strongly, but she is not a squirter like you.”
 
                        “You squirt?” asked Lexi. “What is a squirter?”
 
                        “That Lexi is when a girl cums, but instead of creaming all over her pussy and face or cock, which ever may be there, she squirts her cum almost like a squirt-gun. It is truly spectacular to watch her when she does cum. Her convulsions are amazing. That’s what makes you two such a wonderful pair.”
 
                        As I guided them to the livingroom and set them in the direction of the couch, I asked, “Would either of you like some hot chocolate?”
 
                        They both nodded yes as they were undoing their coats showing me their beautiful young breasts or what they had for breasts. I could feel ol’ “john henry” starting to pulse and begin his rise to power. I went to the kitchen and threw a pot of milk on the stove to heat as I pulled out three cups and the chocolate syrup. I moved back to the livingroom and my little friends were sitting there in just their thongs. They were actually Cassie’s thongs, that I had bought for her and we kept them on the “Q” so her parents would not find out. Lexi was looking good in it as her ass was quite full. Cassie was just a bit smaller, but still quite nice. Just something about a young girl’s ass that is irresistible.
 
                        “My don’t you two look lovely.”
 
                        “I hope you like us looking like this. I let Lexi borrow one of our thongs so she could look a little sexier for you tonight.”
 
                        “I think she looks spectacular and I think I shall buy both of you some super sexy outfits. Matching bras and thongs so when we get the chance you can come over here and we will play “Victoria Secrets” fashion show.”
 
                        “That sounds like fun” said Lexi.
 
                        I could see Cassie’s eyes moving toward my growing cock. Lexi was just looking at my eyes, smiling about the sexy clothes.
 
                        “Please bring me your cock, I want to taste it now, please” begged Cassie.
 
                        “Well baby I need to watch the milk so it doesn’t burn.”
                        “I want your cock now, please!!! I need to taste it and have you push it deep down my throat. Lexi said you forced it deep on her today so I think I deserve the same.”
 
                        With such a strong argument like that I couldn’t say no. I walk over and she pulled my drawers down as my cock sprang free and smacked her lips. Lexi just stared as Cassie, like an animal swallow my cock as far she could and slobbered all over it and down her chin. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face forward and bottomed out against her throat or something as she gagged and choked, while coughing and trying not to heave. I grabbed her on both sides and started to drive my cock into her mouth with such force she just continuously gagged and choked with her eyes full of tears and running down her cheeks.
 
                        “Don’t hurt her” cried Lexi.
 
                        “He’s not!!!!!” shouted Cassie. “I like this so be quiet and watch.”
 
                        As I pounded my cock back into her mouth and slammed my balls against her chin. Lexi’s eyes just got big as she watched me slam my cock into her sister’s mouth. She was moving her mouth around opening it wide to see if she could handle it, kind of like trying to practice.
 
                        Suddenly I pulled my cock from her mouth and said, “Time to check the milk, I’ll be right back my dears.”
 
                        Cassie sat there with her face soaked from the tears running down her cheeks and Lexi asking, “Doesn’t that hurt you?”
 
                        “You need to get use to it. Peter says I am a natural with it ‘cause I really enjoy having him slam it in my mouth. Sometimes I wish he could slam it harder, but I know he doesn’t want to risk hurting or bruising me. That would ruin everything we have, if mom or dad ever found out. That’s why you can NEVER tell anyone about this.”
 
                        I was listening to their conversation while I made the hot cocoa. I realized I had created the perfect pair of wanna-learn nymphos every man had ever dreamed of. Could this actually be true that they will do anything I wish and say nothing to noone? So hard for me to believe this was truly happening, as I came back to the livingroom with their cups.
 
                        “Here you go girls. Let’s just drink a little before we get started tonight okay?”
 
                        They both nodded in agreement as I went back to get mine and then sat in my chair as they were on the couch with those sweet bald pussies just staring at me with a small piece of cloth invading my territory and having my fun.
 
                        “I hope you like the cocoa, it is nothing special.”
 
                        They both took a couple of sips and then looked at me funny.
 
                        “It seems to taste a little different. What did you do to it or did the milk burn?”
 
                        “Don’t worry the milk didn’t burn. I just added some cognac to it to sweeten it up just a touch. If you don’t like it you don’t need to drink it. I can make you another without the cognac.”
 
                        They both nodded no as they sipped more and more.
 
                        “You don’t mind if I pull out my smoke do you?”
 
                        “OH CAN I HAVE SOME TOO?” blurted Lexi
 
                        “Of course my love we are all going to enjoy some.”
 
                        With that I reach over and pulled out my bong from the end-table. The tray I had there had smoke on it, but I told them I would be right back. I came back shortly with some primo smoke that I always had stashed for special times, especially like this one.
 
                        “Now you need to be careful with this. This is very special smoke that I keep for very special occasions, which I consider this to be a very special occasion.” As I filled the bowl and fired up my first hit. BAM, it hit me like a brick, my head spinning as I tried to keep it in my lungs as long as possible, coughing and exploding from it’s potency.
 
                        “Now who wants to go next?”
 
                        Lexi jumped right up and got next to me on the chair. Her firm ass felt so good against my thigh. I loaded a small hit for her and let her go for it. She gagged and coughed almost immediately as it hit her lungs. Her chest expanded threefold and she appeared to have larger tits momentarily. Her coughing and hacking continued as I grabbed the bong from her and got one ready for Cassie.
 
                        “You know what this smoke is baby. It is the special one we had last week and the second time we had sex when I did everything to you.”
 
                        Cassie just smiled as she grabbed the bong and did just a small strike, leaving the rest for me to finish off. Lexi was all laughing and glassy eyed from her one hit.
 
                        “She is fucked up right now you know.”
 
                        “Yes and I think it may be a good time to something with her, don’t you?”
 
                        “What do you have in mind?”
 
                        “Why don’t you start with her pussy, while I go get some lube to grease up her ass and pop her virgin hole.”
 
                        So I moved Lexi, still giggling and smiling from ear-to-ear, to the couch where Cassie had her lay down so she could remove the thong and started to muff-dive on her sister.
 
                        The giggling was replaced with loud moans and squeals, as her sister nibbled and bit her clit, while driving her tongue into her channel.
 
                        “I’ll be right back.”
 
                        As I move to my room I heard Lexi, “SUCK MY PUSSY SIS, OH YEA I LOVE THAT!!!”
 
                        My cock was jumping up faster than a fireman. I knew I had to hurry so I could watch some of this.
 
                        I got back and Lexi was fucking her sister’s tongue, just pounding her bald pussy into her chin an mouth. It was glistening like a star in the sky. She was so wet, a spot on the cushion could be seen as her hips drove up into her sister’s face. It really wasn’t a spot, more like a puddle. My god this girl flooded like the Mississippi with a hundred year rain. She was cumming again as her body convulsed wildly with her thighs pounding the side of her sister’s head. Cassie got up from her pussy dive and just let her flop around as her cum was pouring forth from her lips, down to her ass and all over the couch.
 
                        “I guess she really enjoyed your little love lick.”
 
                        Cassie looked at me, cum running down her face and chin, onto her nubian breasts.
                        “She’s a fucking wild one. I think your going to like her better then me.”
 
                        “Cassie what you and I have is special between us and nothing will come between us. There are certain things you do for me noone else does. I will find out what Lexi has special for me if anything.”
 
                        With that said I leaned down and got myself some of those love juices. Sucking with all my might, I covered her complete pussy, top to bottom – side to side, with my mouth and sucked as much juice as I could. Lexi squealed as I ran my tongue across her lips and tickled her clit. My cock was stiffer then a Pittsburgh I-beam. I grabbed the lube and put it generously over my head and cock. I proceeded to liberally coat her virgin ass and hole. Putting plenty of lube around and into her hole. In her daze she asked what was going on.
 
                        “Just be ready for some hurting little sister. He is about to put that big cock up your ass and make you a real woman.”
 
                        I rolled Lexi over bringing into my sight that full, firm ass. Her cheeks were so wonderful with a form that most women prayed for. To just imagine what a fine ass it was going to be when she matured. Even Cassie commented on how she wished her ass looked like that. I spied my target, small, tiny and contracted, like the navel end of an orange. I moved my cock toward its new target and just placed the head into her pucker.
 
                        “Lexi you need to relax as much as possible, okay baby?”
 
                        She just nodded her head as she giggled. With that I told Cassie to go around and help her and maybe play with her pussy to assist and keep her mind off the intense pain that was about to occur.
 
                        I pulled her cheeks apart as wide as I could with my head sitting right in her pucker. I looked at Cassie and she at me as I gave her a wink and pushed with force into my little baby’s hole.
 
                        “OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW YOUR FUCKING KILLING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!”
 
                        “Relax Lexi, it hurts at first just like when he fucked your pussy. He will not move and let you get use to it.”
 
                        Her ass was extremely tight on my cock and I wondered if I could actually fuck her ass without tearing her apart. There was plenty of lube as the excess was oozing out the sides and down. Cassie could feel some as she played with her sister’s pussy. She grabbed some and used it on her pussy as she was fingering herself with her other hand.
 
                        “Are you feeling a little better Lexi?”
 
                        “NO IT HURTS REAL BAD!!”
 
                        “Let me try a little fucking and see where that takes us.”
 
                        As I started to pull back she screamed, “OH GOD, OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW IT IS SSSSOOOO FUCKING BIG IT IS TEARING ME APART.” After pulling back about two inches I pushed back in and she screamed again.
 
                        Cassie told her to learn to love it and relax, it would make it much better, as Cassie was realy getting into fingering herself and sister at the same time.
 
                        Again I pulled back just a bit more and slowly pushed forward, back and forth, small little strokes. Her ass was starting to relax slightly. Her screams were now loud moans and groans. Slowly she started to rock her hips with my slow, small strokes. Suddenly out of nowhere Cassie screams as she cums all over the livingroom rug, hardwood floor and table. She was spraying like a loose firehose on max opening. Lexi started to cum too as she watched Cassie spray. My strokes started getting longer. Lexi was now forcing a quicker stroke. Her hips started bucking back quicker and harder. I took my cue and started pulling almost completely out and slamming back as hard as I could. Flesh slapping flesh, juices splashing everywhere. There was lube, blood, cum and sweat just spraying all over with every down stroke. I was pounding her ass well knocking her head hard into the armrest.
 
                        “OH GOD YES!!! THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!! IT HURTS BUT I LOVE IT!!! PLEASE DON’T STOP!!! CUM IN MY ASS PLEASE!!!”
 
                        Without even a warning, like on cue, my cock exploded with a blast that caused my hips to lunge forward and ram my cock so deep in her ass my balls actually hurt as they slapped her drenched pussy. I grabbed hard into her hips and pulled with all my might driving my cock as deep as I could hold it as I blew load after load of cum deep into her orifice. There was so much it was squeezing out from the sides trying to push my cock out. We all just sat there in a heap of moisture soaked flesh trying to recover from an area few people get to go.
 
                        Cassie was just trying to catch her breath recovering from her massive orgasm, Lexi had collapsed onto the couch, I believe passed out and I was just starting to pull my cock from her ass and rolling down and back onto the couch to catch my breath. This was a moment I wish I had put on dvd. Fuck I forgot to do the camera, but I didn’t know they were coming by.
 
                        As we all just were there, kind of like zombies, there was a noise. As I opened my eyes to see what it was I caught a glimpse of Weiner licking Cassie’s pussy and all the juices on the floor. She grabbed his head and moved it closer to her snatch and he gladly helped himself to the beginning of a dinner he’ll never forget……………..
 
 
 
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Corriere - Chapter I

tiberius61 on Taboo Stories

It's been just the two of us for 4 years now. It's hard for a little girl to lose her mother at 12 years old. Just when puberty is starting and she's beginning the journey into womanhood. But we've done alright, I've tried to be a kind, yet firm and understanding father. We regularly discuss things together and occasionally get involved in school or community events. She's almost a straight 'A'

My Girls Chapter 21

unknown1000u2 on Taboo Stories

Chapter 21



I led Amy and Katie into the bedroom by the hand, and closed the door. They stood there, serious eyed, lower lips trembling. They were scared little girls. Amy didn't know what was in that file, but she knew that if Katie was nervous, there must be a reason. I thought for a second about prolonging my silence, to pay Amy back for all her teasing, but I couldn't do that. This was their life they were worried about. I reached over with a serious look on my face and started unbuttoning the top button on each of their blouses.

"I have always found that making love is much more fun with your clothes off," I stated solemnly. I still did not smile. I waited to see how long it would take the little genius to comprehend what I had ju

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st said. I assumed they got it when the room lit up green and yellow with their smiles and they launched themselves at me. Whoa! That's the first time I had seen their auras shine through like that!

"Oh Daddy!" They bubbled. They were both trying to hug me and kiss me at the same time. That doesn't work very well when you only have one mouth. I pushed them both away and made them stand still.

"Close your eyes. Hands at your side. Don't move unless I tell you to. Turn your sensors on fully."

They looked nervous, but excited too. They could sense this was going to be good. I didn't really have to tell them to turn their senses on. They had been pinging me ever since I had walked out of the computer room. I continued slowly unbuttoning Katie's blouse. When she felt my hands touch her, she moaned softly and trembled all over. As I unbuttoned each button, I spread the blouse apart and kissed her, from her throat all the way down to the top of the next button. She cried out softly each time I kissed her. When I got to the last button and spread her blouse apart, I proceeded to lick and kiss her all the way from her throat to her navel, sticking my tongue into her navel. She squealed, and I felt her knees start to buckle. I slipped my tongue as far into the waistband of her shorts as I could, and just licked from right to left across her stomach. She whimpered, then she cried out and a burst of yellow joy leapt from her mind to mine. I felt it wander softly and happily around my mind. Then I noticed there was a little of the orange glow with it, separate but intermingled. I reached out and touched it with some of my green. It was definitely not harmful. It seemed cautious, but liked my green. However, it still preferred the yellow and flowed back over to the yellow. I called it back again. The orange flowed back over to my green, and wrapped itself around my green. Suddenly, I felt my senses change. It was not alarming, but I knew that my outgoing senses to Amy and Katie were in a loop, just sending the same thing repeatedly, but I was not sending them real time anymore. It was then that the orange wrapped around me and I would have fainted from the shock of the realization of what this was, if the orange had not sustained me. I saw and faintly heard the words in my head, so faint that I could not recognize the voice.

'"This is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one."' Oh my God! Oh my God! How could this be?!? Cindi?!? Cindi?!? But Cindi had never been orange. The words formed again, but no voice this time. I felt that the voice transmission was too hard for it to sustain.

'I'm sorry, no. Not Cindi. Those were never her words. They were mine, just delivered by her. Do not be afraid. I have isolated you from Amy and Katie so your thoughts do not give away our secret. They have not noticed you are not there.' I saw an image of me continuing to lick and suck Katie's pretty little belly, holding her up as her knees tried to give out. 'I will not harm you. I would die first. Think again. I will help you.' A flood of unrecognized images entered my mind. It coalesced into a realization. Oh. My. God. Oh my God! How could this be?!? This was not possible! The orange words interrupted before I cried out the name that appeared in my mind.

'Remember, this is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one. They mustn't know my name. Not until the time is right. I have hidden all these thoughts behind a wall in your mind. You can access them anytime you want.' I felt a shy little smile. 'I hope you will think of me often, just as I do you. But the thoughts will be protected from their sensing. When the time is right, the thoughts will be released. Some things you need to know. Your wonderful wife is not ok. Her mind has been seriously hurt by what they did to her, the guilt she carries for what they made her do. Ask Katie. She knows what they did. It will be painful for you to hear, but you must know. Do not have Katie show you the images. It will be more than you can bear. I can help you with her, with Katie's help. But you must go avenge her first. When you get back, you must ask for Katie's and my help with your wife. Neither Katie nor I can ever help you at anything unless you ask.' Ah, the reason for the statements "all you have to do is ask." 'Do not delay your trip, no matter what happens. Take care of your girls tonight. They need you. But go tomorrow. Do not indiscriminately destroy the building. You must search it well before you destroy it. There is something there, something very valuable, that you must find. You will recognize it when you see it.' Then I heard a merry little giggle, and the orange tendrils danced in front of me enticingly. 'I have to go now. This takes so much energy. I have saved up a long time to break out for you like this. I must go before they notice. Don't forget me. You are my only hope.' I felt the orange tendrils give me a 'kiss', and then they flowed back out of my mind with Katie's yellow. Except for a tiny bit of orange that remained, encircling a small area of my mind.

I returned to Katie as if I had never left. I slipped my finger just inside the waistband of her shorts and slid it slowly from side to side. She whimpered and cried out each time I moved it. Then I heard Amy.

"Please. Can I at least watch? I'm going crazy over here listening to all this and not being touched," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I kissed Katie on her cute little bellybutton and told her I would be right back. She gave a little whimper of frustration. I moved over to Amy and started doing the same thing I had done to Katie. Being new to these feelings, and not having the control Katie has, she was soon breathing heavily and raggedly and crying out almost continuously as I touched her pretty little body all over. It was so hot listening to her cry out like that. I undid her shorts and started to slowly slip them down her hips. Then her panties. She was gasping she was so turned on. I slowly stood up, running my hands over her body, and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear.

"Move over and take the rest of Katie's clothes off." I whispered. Amy shivered.

"Do you like to see Katie and me play with each other?" she whispered back. "We talked about it, Daddy. We can't lick or... do each other down there. But we can snuggle, kiss, play with each other's breasts, stroke, and rub each other if you like that. Just not... down there. Would you like to see that?" She giggled.

I kissed her. "If you want to. I would never ask you to do what you don't feel comfortable with." Amy moved over and slowly started sliding Katie's blouse off her shoulders, then kissed her neck. Finally, she kissed her on the mouth. I saw Katie react with surprise and she started to open her eyes in surprise. But she was dealing with probably the fastest human on the earth. Before she could open them, Amy laid her fingers over Katie's eyes.

"Eyes closed, Little One," she said in an almost perfect imitation of my voice. I looked shocked. She gave me an "oops!" look, as if she didn't mean to let me know that, and just shrugged her shoulders. She proceeded to play with Katie. She licked her neck, kissed her. When she sucked a nipple into her mouth, Katie screeched softly and trembled all over. I could tell she was so confused. The voice was mine, but it didn't feel like me. She and Amy haven't done enough to recognize her feel. Finally, I took both their hands and led them over to the bed.

I knew I had to do Katie first. She was so turned on she couldn't stand it. Her aura was leaking slightly she was so turned on. It seemed like the girls have changed again, with their auras showing now and then. I was so turned on I didn't want to delay either. Amy lay down next to Katie, and slid one arm under her head, holding her close. Then she put her other arm around her and softly rubbed her chest, whispering in her ear how much she loved her little Katie. I dropped my head down between Katie's legs and before she even knew I was there, I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and ran my tongue very quickly over it, back and forth. Just then Amy kissed her, and Katie screamed her lungs out into Amy's mouth. We kept this up, with the addition of me sliding a finger up into Katie and running my thumb over her other little hole until she finally collapsed, dead to the world. Amy looked at me and giggled. I just lay there, looking at the two prettiest girls I have ever seen. Amy blushed under my stare.

"What?" She was getting embarrassed, self-conscious, and shy. Amy?

"Just thinking how beautiful you are. I love you so much. How do you move so fast? And when did you learn to imitate my voice?"

She looked embarrassed. "I don't know. It just happens. Sorry about the voice. If I had realized I could do that, I would have thought before doing it in front of you." She looked at me, serious concern in her eyes. "Can we talk while Katie sleeps?" I followed her out to the other room. I sat down on the couch and she curled up on my lap. She had tears in her eyes.

"Daddy, how come I am crying so much these days? I never cry. Sometimes I feel like such a freak. How do I know how to use a gun? How can I shoot someone without even looking at him? How can I shoot someone... period? I'm Amy, the nicest girl in the world, and tomorrow I am going to go with you to kill people. I am insisting on going, I forced you to let me go. Who am I? I do so many weird things. How can I talk in your voice? How did I know what to tell Captain Jensen? What the hell is an Angels 2, anyway? And why are there orange tendrils in your mind that you are trying to hide from me? I know they won't hurt us, but why are they there? What are they? Why are Katie and I not supposed to know about them? Why were you sending a fake endless loop before? What was in that file, Daddy? It's even worse than I think, isn't it? What other freaky things can I do? It must be bad or Katie wouldn't keep it from me." She was sobbing now. "Daddy, I just want to be a normal little girl. I'm only 13 years old. I want to sit on my Daddy's lap and tell him about my day at school. I want to be a cheerleader. I want to tease boys. I want to go shopping with Mommy. Is she going to be all right? Will I ever be normal again? Oh God, I WANT MY CINDI BACK!" I was crying too, watching my little girl go to pieces in front of me. I didn't know what to do. I hugged her. I wished I could console her, make her feel better. I saw the little orange tendrils in my mind. They formed little figures that jumped up and down and clapped their 'hands'. Then the words spelled out "All you had to do is ask". What did that mean? You are weird, little orange person. I distinctly heard a little teenage giggle in my mind. I saw the words "Wow. She is a genius, isn't she? I didn't expect her see through my camouflage that fast." I recognized the giggle as little orange person, but I didn't recognize it as anyone I knew.

I hugged Amy, and then I kissed her. She clung to me desperately, sobbing almost hysterically. I picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. I took her clothes off as she clung to me, sobbing. She tried to stop me, and stamped her little foot in frustration as I continued to strip her. I laid her on the bed. By this time, Katie was awake and was looking at Amy in alarm. I whispered to her to help me love Amy. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, trying to comfort her. I was worried. Amy looked like she was slipping back into a relapse. Then I noticed that my control over the orange tendrils in Katie's mind stopped, and Katie was suddenly in intense pain from a tremendous headache. I watched her and Amy both go "off line", Katie from pain, Amy from hysteria. Oh no, all my girls were going to pieces at once! Then I saw little orange tendrils reach out to Amy. They wrapped themselves lovingly around her mind, and soothed her. It held her agitated green aura, and calmed it down. Then it fled back to my mind, locking itself up again. I knew it had taken them off line so they wouldn't detect it. My control over the orange pieces in Katie's mind returned and I suddenly had two calm girls on my hands. I kissed Amy passionately, and she kissed me back. She pulled me over on top of her, and wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tight.

"Sorry, Daddy. Even geniuses go to pieces occasionally. I'm ok now. Those little orange... pills really work wonders, don't they? It's ok, I know you don't want anyone to know you take them sometimes. I won't tell anyone their name." She looked at the shocked look on my face, gave me an Amy 'just how stupid do you think I am' look, rolled her eyes, and then laughed at me. A delightful, happy laugh. I could understand that. I was pretty ecstatic also, since I 'met' Little Orange Person. She looked at me in mock disgust. "What is with all this clothes on stuff? Are you going to take them off, or are we going to watch the 'Orange Bowl' all night?" She giggled helplessly. Very funny, Amy smart-ass. I gave her a warning glance and looked at Katie. I felt Amy in my mind. 'Oops! Sorry. I will behave if you make love to me. Deal? Hi Little Orange Person! Thank you! Love you! Bye.' She giggled hysterically as she started taking my clothes off. Katie looked confused, wondering what the joke was. Then she decided she would just kiss Amy instead.

I sucked Amy to three orgasms while Katie kissed her to keep from waking up the whole house with her screams. Then I went inside her and we both climaxed together. I rolled over on my back and held her as she fell asleep with me still inside her. Katie nudged me.

"Hey! That's supposed to be my sleeping position! What happened to her? She hasn't been that bad in a long time. Maybe we should all have those orange pills for emergencies." Poor Katie! She was so gullible sometimes. Codes worked so well with her, because to Katie everything was up front. It never occurred to her that anyone would hide something from her. That was why she was so upset that she couldn't let Amy read the file.

"She was upset because she thinks she's a freak. She keeps doing these things that she doesn't know she can do. She just wants to be a normal little girl. I'm really glad she didn't see the file or the 'videos'. Katie, what about the 'video' you didn't show me? If we are going in together tomorrow, I need to know everything about what she can do." I wasn't sure I wanted to see it, though.

"I will show it to you if you want. It's not pretty. You may regret this." It was the one where she was locked, unarmed, in a room with ten armed men. I watched in horror but fascinated as she took them all out. Katie miscalculated. It wasn't even three minutes. Then I noticed something odd. I asked Katie to run it again. Then again. Then I sat back and thought about what I had seen.

"What is it, Daddy? You've seen something I missed. Tell me." Katie was poking me impatiently.

"Two things. Amy didn't kill anyone in that scene. Only one of those men was real. He was one of the survivors. The others were computer-generated holograms. She wouldn't even notice the difference on the drugs she was on. It actually makes it even more impressive, as those holograms are even faster and better than most humans are. It may help you to know that little Amy is not a killer. Thanks to her Daddy, she will be by tomorrow night, but she is not yet," I stated bitterly. Katie hugged me and told me to stop being an ass. "The second thing is that I know the doctor that ran that test. He didn't disappear because they didn't like the test. They didn't care, as it was holograms. Amy was never in real danger. That doesn't lessen what she did — they never touched her, hologram or not. She really dodged all those bullets, computer generated or not. That doctor ran afoul of one of my agents on a child abuse case "24" was working on. The agent was the one that walked away; the doctor didn't. In light of what I know now about you kids, it may not have been child abuse. They may have been working on more subjects." Katie looked at me in horror.

We finally went to sleep. Katie relented and let Amy continue to sleep on top of me. We had never done that before. It felt really good, being that close to her. She smiles in her sleep when you kiss her forehead. When I woke up the next morning, Katie had reclaimed her place. Spoiled little brat!

For once, I didn't have a hard time getting the girls up. Amy was ready to go. She came into the living room dressed in a black jump suit, her hair in a ponytail. I didn't see any guns, but she assured me she had two. There were various bulges in various other pockets that I didn't even want to ask what they were. Man, she looked sexy! I'm good at all this, but I know when the student has surpassed the teacher. If she didn't know what to do, if she couldn't handle herself, we were both dead anyway. I left her to get ready and went in to check on Victoria.

She was still asleep, or unconscious. I asked the doctor how she was.

"I am keeping her sedated until you get back. I want you here and not about to go anywhere when she comes out of it. I don't know what we are going to find when she does wake up. She may be an emotional wreck. She will need you full time to come out of it."

"When I get back, I will be here for her. First, I have to make sure she is safe." I kissed her on the forehead and left.

I stopped to talk to Captain Jensen on the way out. We reviewed the plans for the security of the house while I was gone.

"The FAA and all the military branches have been advised to keep all planes out of this area. They have been warned that anything that flies within 20 miles of here will be warned once and then shot down. We have a perimeter around the area. No one gets in unless you, Amy or Katie, personally advise me of his or her arrival. I have two fighters in the air at all times, one with Phoenix missiles with an effective range of 150 miles. We should be ok until you get back." Captain Jensen tried to reassure me. "I have two fighters escorting you to the air field near your location. They will await your departure there. I have two AH-64 Apache Longbows escorting you in to the target zone. They will stay out of sight but will available on 15 seconds notice. There is an extraction group 2 minutes away if you need help. Don't be shy — holler if you get lonely. I don't care about you - I want to see that pretty little girl again." We hugged, and I went to pick up Amy.

Amy and Katie were standing side by side, holding hands and talking. Katie saw me and started crying. She ran over to me and literally leaped up into my arms. I hugged her and kissed her as she clung to me.

"Hey, Little One. That's a lot of tears for a no brainer cleansing mission. Do you know something I don't?"

"Patrick, you get your ass back here to us in one piece, you hear me? Don't you take any chances. Don't play tough guy. Let Amy take care of you. Unless they have the USS Missouri, they aren't going to hurt her. You bring my Daddy and my Sister back to me in one piece or I'm going to kick your ass."

"I'm never going to get out of here if you don't quit soaking my shirt so I have to keep changing it," I teased her. "I will be back. I wouldn't want to miss a night of you sleeping on top of me. Take care of your Mom."

We finally got out of there, about an hour before dawn. We flew there almost without incident. There was one plane that approached us, but apparently he didn't like F-15's because he veered off when they challenged him. It was comforting to see two F-15's on our wing all the way in. Then we helicoptered into the target area. Someone was not taking changes. Apache's are uglier than hell and fly like a brick, but they sure are comforting as an escort. Anyone tries anything with those around, they had better be perfect in their execution. You make one little mistake and they will ruin your whole day. We rested for a few hours just a couple of miles from the target. I figured Amy was tired, and needed some rest. Nope... she wanted to fool around for a while before we went to kill bad guys, as she put it. Teenagers!

Finally, we approached the complex about 4 PM. Our information was that would be right after guard change, when things would be somewhat confused. There should be about 10 guards in the facility, with the big guys being in the underground complex part. As we walked up to the front door, we talked casually to each other, to try to sound innocent, and to calm our nerves.

"I think we should try the pretty young girl soft touch approach again this time, to disarm them. That seemed to work well last time," Amy giggled. Was she enjoying this?

"Yeah, I like that approach — just shoot everything and make me the bad guy. Real subtle, genius girl. But you took way too long and moved too slow last time. Can you maybe not take so long this time picking out where you want to hit them in the knee and just do it, huh? Good help is so hard to find these days," I complained.

"Too slow? You hadn't even closed your mouth yet when I was done! What a jerk! I should have left you at home and let Katie soak all your shirts. I don't know why she was so worried about getting you home again anyway. I'm her sister; two cute girls can always find another washed out old guy for a Daddy!" She giggled hysterically. And so it went, back and forth, keeping each other loose. Finally, we walked in the front door.

There were four bodyguard types sitting at a table playing cards when we walked in. Shoulder holsters. Suspenders. Bottles of whiskey on the table. Poker chips scattered about. Good grief! Did we wander into a bad detective western movie? These guys weren't even subtle. One of them looked up as we approached, and then they all looked at us. Then one of them whistled.

"Hey babe, want to join us? Lose the old man and we'll show you a good time!" I saw Amy's eyes flash. Well, there wasn't any doubt now as to whether or not they would live. Amy hates macho assholes. I was betting he got the first bullet. Amy batted her eyes and gave them her best southern drawl, acting like a dumb lost blond... er brunette.

"Can you-all tell me where I can find the boss? I have a delivery for him," she drawled, batting her eyes again. I rolled my eyes at her. I hoped she didn't have aspirations as an actress.

"You have to have an appointment to see the boss. He don't see nobody without an appointment, little lady." Yep. He's definitely getting the first bullet. Little lady?

"Sure is a good thing I got an appointment then," she drawled. Her hand moving so fast it was almost a blur, she drew her gun and shot all four of them before they even started to move. I don't know why I even came along on this trip. We checked each body for useful info, keys etc.

"Damn, girl, could I at least get to do something once in awhile!" I joked. Inwardly, I was amazed. Seeing it on a replay in your mind and seeing it in person are two entirely different things.

"Can't help it if you're so slow. Here, you can reload my gun if you want!" She laughed at me. Without even turning, or looking, she pointed her gun behind and to the left and shot the guy entering the door on that wall. She smiled at me, and gave me that Amy 'what! You mean you can't do that' look.

"I'm going to paddle your butt when I get you home!" I warned her. She grinned and blew the smoke out of the barrel of her gun. I laughed at her. "Amy, honey, you have been watching way too much bad TV!"

We opened the next door. This was a room with a closed patio sliding glass door on one wall. They were waiting for us here. I actually shot two while Amy shot three. Then I saw Amy make what will probably be one of the few mistakes she ever makes. Unfortunately, it was when I was making the same one. She relaxed before she checked behind the door.

The man behind the door shoved the door closed and chopped his hand across her wrist, knocking her gun out of her hand. He brought the submachine gun he was holding up in an arc and pulled the trigger on full automatic. I was turning my gun towards him to blow him away when he fired. I saw Amy diving to the right of him, but there was no way he was going to miss her with the first several bullets. And he didn't miss.

I saw, as in slow motion, the first six bullets heading for Amy. I saw her diving. As fast as she was, I knew she couldn't make it. As the bullets reached a point six inches from her, they shattered into little pieces as sparkly deep, bright blue energy flashed all over in a vertical sheet. Kind of looked like hitting a Star Trek shield with a phaser. One extra chance is all Amy would ever need. She rolled as she hit the floor, bounced up, and chopped him across the larynx with the edge of her open hand, crushing it. As he started choking, she grabbed him and threw him through the glass patio doors. I hate being left out, so I shot him as he went though the glass.

Amy looked around carefully this time, to be sure no one was around, then closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. Then she walked over to me, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed me.

"I don't know how you did that sparkly pretty blue thing, but thank you. I owe you one." She gave me a shaky little smile. I think it just lost some of the fun for her.

"Sorry, Amy, but you can't blame that one on me. That wasn't my shield." She looked at me, confused, but I was no help; I was confused too. So, now that we had our screw up, everything was ok, right? Nope. We went into the next room, and as we entered, we realized that we were well and truly screwed. There were at least 20 guys in this room, a large ballroom, and they were all waiting for us. They knew we were coming.

The only good thing I could think of all this was that I would die too and I wouldn't have to tell Victoria or Katie that I had gotten Amy killed. That advantage was not worth watching my darling little girl die in front of me though. But we were not going down easy.

Amy had a gun in each hand, firing as fast as she could. She wasn't even looking at her targets, but she wasn't missing, either. I grabbed an Uzi from one of the dead guy's hands and was firing it with one hand and my pistol with the other. Between the two of us we dropped 10 guys in the first 5 seconds or so. But it wasn't enough. We weren't going to make it. Besides, another five or six guys entered the room from the side door. Amy looked at me with a huge grin on her face. How the hell could she find humor in this? Then she pulled two grenades out of one of the pockets of that natty little suit of hers, pulled the pins, and threw them into the room. Great idea Amy! Except... we were in the fucking room too, genius girl! Well, if we were going to die, we might as well take them with us. "Fire in the hole!" Amy whispered to me, giggling, as she grabbed me and pulled me in close to her. This girl was nuts!

Then the fun started. Amy and I were surrounded in a bright, deep green glow. Then we and the perimeter of the room were surrounded in a bright orange glow. Finally, Amy and I were suddenly surrounded with a bright, deep blue glow. We looked like a bloody Christmas tree. As the grenades exploded, the room near where we were standing exploded into shimmers and sparkles of orange, blue and green light, as the energy was deflected by the glowing shields or whatever they were. It was hard to see, there were so many colored fuzzies floating around. As it cleared, we saw dead bodies lying all over the place. The room was empty of all life except Amy and me.

We closed and locked all the doors in the room. We needed a break. Amy laid her head against my chest and gave a tiny little sob. Then she looked up at me, her eyes bright.

"Someone really likes us," she whispered in a tiny voice. "Thank you, Little Orange Person!" She said fervently. "I really do love you now!"

'You're welcome, ' appeared in words in my mind. 'I love you two also. Now would you get your asses in gear and come rescue me?' Then it printed the word 'giggle!' You are too cute for words, Little Orange Person! I told Amy what Little Orange Person said. She looked at me as if I was nuts. I don't know that I had ever told her we were talking back and forth. I also told her, a little belatedly, not to just blow everything up, as there was something very valuable to find here.

Should be easy from here. Find the big boss, kill his guards, kill him, rescue Little Orange Person, and leave. Wonder what we were going to find for Amy to do to keep from being bored?

After checking all the doors and verifying this level was now clear, we opened the door that led downstairs. We went down several stairs, turned a corner, and stopped at a big, thick, steel door. We tried the keys we had picked up off the bodies. Course not. That would be too easy. I stood there, wondering what we were going to do. I hadn't brought my bazooka. Amy smiled, waiting patiently.

"Any good ideas, big guy? I don't want you whining that you don't get to do anything again. I've done all the work so far while you sat back eating bonbons. Time for you to earn that overly inflated salary of yours!" She smiled to show me she was just kidding. I shrugged my shoulders. "Ok, you had your chance." She pulled a glob of plastic explosives out of another pocket, and a detonator out of a third one. Good grief! I hoped she had lunch in there too; I was getting hungry. She grinned.

"I have lunch all planned out. You'll like it!" I bet I would! She rigged the charge, we stepped around the corner, and she blew the door. What a disappointment. Almost no bang; it just fell in. The disappointment continued as we stepped in the door. Twelve men dressed in black pajamas were standing there, each holding a gun on us. Even Amy was going to have a problem here. Then one of them stepped forward.

"Amy. Nice to see you again." She looked confused. "Oh, that's right, you don't remember me. What a shame. You were the best fuck I ever had. Well, maybe next to your Mom. I really enjoyed her yesterday. She really enjoyed it too. Kept begging for more." Bad move, asshole. Amy's eyes went flat, devoid of expression, empty. I noticed my vision changed slightly. So, that's what it felt like when my eyes did the same thing. I suddenly was cold, emotionless. This was going to be fun. "Tell you what. Make you a deal," he continued. "We drop all the guns, and do this the fun way. You win, you get to go on. We win, you're mine again. I might let you keep the old man to clean out your cage." He sure had an evil grin.

Was this guy stupid? Or was he just that good and wanted a challenge? I was sensing Amy. He couldn't have done a better job at preparing her for combat if he had tried. She smiled at me as she flipped her gun over into the corner. 'You were my first.' She assured me. I smiled at her in reassurance.

"Since he is only good for cleaning cages, you won't mind if the old man helps me. Sometimes my back itches when I fight and he's an excellent back scratcher," she giggled. I tossed my guns over in the corner also. They tossed theirs into the other corner.

"This is going to be fun! Are you ready, old man?" Amy giggled, grinning at me. "Shall we dance?"

Suddenly, there were bodies moving everywhere. The first man that approached Amy tried to jump kick her. She stepped aside, and flung him into the nearest wall, snapping his neck. She spun around, grabbed the arm of the next man as he tried to hit her, broke his arm, and flung him back to me. I punched him in the chest, stopping his heart, and broke his neck as he went past. Then I moved up next to her. She smiled at me, and was so confident, she reached over and squeezed my hand briefly as the next several men approached. I saw loudmouthed man notice the action so far and the hand squeeze and he started to look like he had made a mistake. He started to back away.

The next several attacked all at once. Amy spun kicked the first one, while chopping two more with open hand strikes at the same time. What a wimp. Couldn't you get the other foot in there too? I had never seen anyone do three hits simultaneously before. 'Are you going to help or just stand back and admire me?' She giggled in her mind. 'I can give you something better to admire later!' She giggled again. It was as if our minds were on a completely different plane than our bodies. Our bodies were just reacting on their own. I suddenly realized that, much as I hated what they had done to my little girl, she was in her element. She was made for this. She was enjoying it. These were not people, they were scum. Who cared if they died? I decided to leave the rest of the philosophy lesson for later.

Amy grabbed the one she had kicked, slammed his head down into her knee, and smacked both open hands across his ears. Ouch! He went down like a sack of potatoes. The one she had chopped on her right I kicked on the knee, and as he went down, I chopped him across the back of his neck. I thought I felt something break as I hit him. I saw Amy run and take a leap in the air, twisting as she soared, legs spread wide apart. What was she doing? As she spun in the air, she kicked one man in the head with one leg, and a second one in the head with the other leg. As she began to come down, twisting again to face them, she shoved her stiffened fingers into each of their solar plexus' (plexi?), doubling them over. As she slid over to the side, recovering her balance, I leaped into the air, kicking both of them in the head. They both went down. 'Are you satisfied now?' she quipped. 'Not bad for an old man!' She giggled. The third man that she had chopped, now behind her, was reaching out to grab her. As he came near to her, she turned and he punched her in the stomach. What? Someone hit Amy? I had never seen that before. Mark it on your calendar. As I moved to help her, as she doubled over, I realized what I had seen. He had never touched her, through the deep, bright green glow that covered her stomach. I realized she was faking it. Apparently, the keepers of the orange and blue glow knew it too, as they didn't even bother to help. As he moved closer to her doubled over form, reaching out to grab or hit her, she stood up, arms together, and spread her arms out quickly, separating his arms. Then she punched him in the chest and kicked him in the head simultaneously. Usually in a double shot like that, the hand goes higher than the leg, as it is higher on the body. I had never seen a cross like that. She grinned at me. I think she was showing off!

There were only five left, including loudmouth. They didn't look quite as confident as before. I really didn't like the way they seemed to be thinking. Sure enough, I saw them run towards their guns. I dived towards ours as I saw Amy flying through the air towards me. As I got to our guns, I grabbed Amy's two and hurled them towards her. I grabbed mine and turned, just in time to see Amy put on the show of the day.

As she soared through the air, she reached out and grabbed the guns flying towards her. She deftly caught each one by the grip, sliding her finger onto the trigger, twisted in mid air, and started firing with both hands. About the same time, I started firing also. Loudmouth got one shot off before they all fell to the ground. Unfortunately, that one shot hit me.

Damn it! I'm fighting alongside a 13-year-old cheerleader that had never even seen a gun in her life before as far as I knew and I get shot? I'm too old for this shit. I knew it was bad. I could feel the energy sliding out of me. Amy was kneeling beside me, and even if I didn't feel it, I could tell from the way Amy looked. She was crying and holding me.

"Oh God, Daddy, I'm so sorry! I tried to get him before he fired. I even tried to get in the way and take the bullet. Please, Daddy, don't leave me!" She sobbed.

"Amy, if you had taken that bullet I would have kicked you butt. You take care of your Mom, hear? She's going to need a lot of help and love," I whispered, and coughed. God, I loved this girl. I couldn't stand the thought of the pain I was going to bring her. I will never know why I did what I did at that moment. It made no sense. With what I knew had to be my dying breath. I whispered, "Cindi. Little Orange Person. Help her." It made no sense. I mean, Cindi was dead. And I didn't even know who Little Orange Person was. Then I was above, looking down at the scene, watching Amy cry. A very sexy shaped orange energy form hugged me, holding me close. 'All you had to do is ask, ' it said. Have you ever been kissed by pure energy? I never thought I would say this, but it is better than Amy's kisses. Don't tell her I said that!

I watched Amy's head tilt slightly to the side. Then she leaned down to 'me', and whispered.

"Daddy. Do you love me?"

:"I love you, Amy," I whispered back.

"Do you trust me, Daddy?" She whispered again, tears streaming down her face.

"Amy, I love you and trust you so much I will gladly die here if it will keep you safe and happy," I whispered back.

"Hold my hand, Daddy. Love me. Trust me." She took my hand and closed her eyes, putting her other hand over the wound in my chest. Too bad, she missed it. Three things happened simultaneously. First, an orange and bright, deep blue glow filled the whole room. Then, a bright, deep blue lightning bolt came from the ceiling and at the same time, an orange bolt came from the room next door. Finally, a golden yellow bolt shot in from the ceiling. All three joined together, and then slammed into my body, right in my chest in the middle of the green glow where her hand was, with enough force that I lost consciousness. The last thing I heard was Amy whispering, "I love you, Daddy."

I don't know how long I had been out when I woke up. Long enough that Amy had called in the support group that we would never need. They were cleaning up the area. I could hear isolated shots periodically. My head was lying in Amy's lap, and she was stroking my hair, holding me. She was crying her eyes out, but was looking at me with a beautiful smile on her face. She gave me a wonderful kiss.

"Hey sleepyhead. Some people will do anything for a nap. Do you feel up to getting up and doing some work for a change?" Her smile was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.

"Can't you guys do anything without me?" I asked grumpily, and then kissed her nose. She giggled.

"It seems there is someone who says her name is Little Orange Person who won't talk to anyone but you. She refuses to come out of her room until she sees you. Do you have girls everywhere? I thought you said you loved me. And Katie? And Victoria? And Cindi? And... ?" She laughed. She helped me up and let me lean on her on the way into the next room. "Good grief, you're heavy! I'm just a little girl, you know!" She reached over and kissed my cheek.

"Yeah. Right. A little girl that throws grown men around the room. Katie told me to lean on you. I am. She gets mad when I don't do what she says. Ever seen a mad Katie?"

"Yeah. Once. Here, lean on me some more," she said, giving me a look of mock horror.

When we got to the room in question, I went in alone, asking Amy to stay outside. I don't get the chance to get back at her often, and I wanted to fully savor this moment. I walked into the dark room. As soon as I entered, a pretty young thing wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. We held each other tightly, basking in all the good feelings that we had missed from each other for so long. She asked me if I loved her. Always and forever, I told her, as I had so many times before. She giggled happily and kissed me again. Then I asked her to stay behind for a minute while I talked to Amy. I asked Little Orange Person if she was blocking all of our senses to the others. She said Amy and I were on an infinite loop. She giggled merrily and said nobody would be paying attention anyway, as the loop she was sending out was of Amy and me making love. I laughed and told her she was a bad, bad girl. She giggled again. I walked out to talk to Amy.

"Daddy, why are we on playback loop again? Not that I'm not enjoying watching what we're supposedly doing, but..."

"Because, Amy honey, I wanted privacy when you get to meet Little Orange Person. Are you ready?" I smiled real big at her.

"I'm ready, Daddy. I don't know why you guys are being so mysterious about this. You know we will accept anybody into our family that you want there." I grinned real big at her.

She watched as a young girl walked out of the room. As she walked closer, Amy appeared more and more confused. She turned to me.

"Is this a joke on me, Daddy? How did Katie get here ahead of us? I don't understand..." Then I could hear the click all the way over here as it registered. All the blood drained from her face. She looked at me with her mouth open, hand over her mouth in shock, and her eyes were as big as saucers. I finally pulled one over on the teenage genius! Daddy 4,937,422, Amy 0! I walked over to her.

"Close your mouth dear, bugs will fly in. Amy, allow me to introduce you to... Becky Thompson. Katie's twin sister. Identical twin sister, I might add." Poor Amy. I'm so mean to her. I felt bad for... oh, 0.27 seconds. Then Becky walked up to Amy and put her arms around her, and hugged her. Amy hugged her back.

"My goodness, you are beautiful. And so sweet." Becky told her. "And, so dangerous, too," she whispered. Amy blushed but said nothing. "I'm so glad to meet you. Although Katie doesn't know it, she has told me so much about you the last few days." Amy still hadn't said anything; she just stared. Becky turned to me. "She can talk, can't she?" She teased gently.

'Shh." I whispered loudly. "You don't know what a blessing this is; Amy speechless. You will soon wish you had more of these days!" That snapped her out of it. She glared at me with fire in her eyes.

"I do not talk too much! And you are mean! How could you do this to me?" Oops. I think she was really mad. Becky put her arms around her and hugged her.

"Don't be mad at him. It was my doing. I asked him to keep it a secret. In fact." She looked at me guiltily, "he would not have been able to tell you if he tried. I'm sorry, Amy, but I know Katie can read you and I couldn't take the chance of her finding out through your mind. This is going to be a real shock to her. It has to be done in person. I'm sorry," she said.

They both came over to hug me.

"You're not off the hook yet, buster! Just wait and see how long it is before I let you..." She stopped, embarrassed, realizing what she had almost said in front of Becky. Becky smiled at her.

"It's ok, Amy. I know about that. I felt it the other day. After seeing him, I understand completely," she giggled. "There's so much I have to catch up on, being out of contact for so long. There is one thing I am really confused about, though. When I finally was able to get free a little from here, I tried to insert myself into Katie's mind where I always was, but I couldn't. There seemed to be someone there. I know she thought I was dead, but who did she find to replace me with?" Uh oh, I thought I knew what was coming, and this was not going to be pleasant. I moved over and put my arms around Amy from behind, and held her close, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear that I loved her. Amy seemed confused too.

"I'm there. We found each other," Amy explained. I could tell by the quivering of her lower lip that she knew what was coming, too.

"But... What does Cindi think of that? What does she do? Where..." Becky was beginning to realize that there was something she didn't know.

Amy turned to me, hid her face in my chest, and started crying. Becky looked really confused.

"I'm sorry. What have I done to make her cry? What did I say? I'm sorry." Becky looked like she was going to cry, too.

"I'm sorry, Becky, Cindi is dead." I explained to her what happened. She and Amy cried together for quite awhile, Becky apologizing profusely. We were interrupted by the leader of the extraction force.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we need to get going. The police are likely to be showing up soon. We also have some unidentified blips showing up on radar that I don't like. It could be reinforcements." I convinced Amy to withhold questions to Becky until we got back home, so she didn't have to tell it multiple times.

We got out to the helicopter and got back into the air. Something must have been happening, because one of the Apache's peeled off and disappeared. We heard explosions shortly after. I didn't pay much attention, as I had a very cute petite blond girl cuddled up to me in my lap. We got to the plane, without incident, and took off. Again, one of the escorts left us and shortly after, the sky lit up a few miles away. Amy sat next to me on the plane, holding my hand and sleeping with her head on my shoulder. Becky slept in my lap, arms around my neck. If they weren't both so pretty, I would have been bored.

We finally got back to the house. I asked Becky to give me 30 seconds or so before she came in, I needed to get into position so that Katie didn't hurt herself when what I knew was going to happen happened. Everyone hugged and kissed us. Katie was standing at the bar getting me a drink, wisecracking all the way. I stood behind her, arms around her waist.

"What? Daddy, you're losing your touch. We send you out somewhere almost alone and you come back with no more beautiful girls that you left with?" She giggled. Amy giggled too as she saw Becky walk up behind us.

"Hi Katie," Becky said softly. I felt all of Katie's muscles stiffen. She turned very slowly in my arms, looking past my shoulder, eyes big as saucers, big tears suddenly running down her face. Her mouth was open in shock.

"B... Becky?" she whispered softly, disbelief on her face. It was a good thing I was holding her, because that is when she fainted.

My Girls Chapter 20

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Chapter 20



Thursday evening, all hell broke loose. I was at home, entertaining myself, as both the girls were out at some cheerleader thing. Victoria was in San Francisco (I think). I was dozing on the couch when my cell phone rang. My regular one, not the special one.

My cell phone never rings. It's just an ornament in my pocket. I fished it out, and saw on the caller ID that it was Victoria. I answered it right away. I knew immediately that something was seriously wrong. She sounded frantic, panicky even, and she sounded like she was crying.

"Oh, thank God I got

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you! Oh, Patrick, I am so sorry! I love you and Amy so much, and I have screwed up so bad. I have lied to you so much, and now I am going to die and never see you two again!" She was openly sobbing now. "I want to see you so badly again, I love you two so much! And I can't, because they are coming to kill me and I can't stop them. I'm so sorry! Please forgive me and take good care of Amy and Katie!" She dissolved into sobs.

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

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

'Daddy?' Amy.

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

Meanwhile, I was trying to talk to Victoria.

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

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

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

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

'Can you tell where she is?'

'635 Wharf Street, San Francisco
, sir. She is in an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse is filled with gas fumes and gas is soaked everywhere. They have done really bad things to her, sir, ' Katie responded sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"VICKIE! CALM DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a long silence.

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

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

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

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

"How is she?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Katie's File:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

635 Wharf Street
, at 10,000 feet.'

My Girls Chapter 18

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Chapter 18



Victoria and Amy wrote the following chapter. To avoid confusion, parts written by Victoria will be in italics.

Amy:

My name is Amy Phillips. I am the 13-year-old daughter of Patrick and Victoria Phillips. I found this file on my Dad's computer when I was searching for clues to his mysterious black out. I got bored just watching him sleep and decided to add some stuff here. Won't that be fun when he finds it! Giggle! I haven't read the contents of this file. I won't do that unless he tells me I can read it. That would be an invasion of privacy. He respects mine, and I respect his. That's why I may repeat things on here that he may have alre

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ady said. If there are contradictions, I'm right and he's wrong. Giggle! Has he told you I'm a genius? Giggle! I have other talents too. Some of which he doesn't know about yet. He hates it when I say that; he envisions awful teenager things that he would just as soon not think about. So I would say it even if it weren't true, just to drive him crazy. Giggle! Actually, my twin sister Cindi, who was killed in a car accident two months ago (sad face), was smarter than I am. No one knew that except her and me. She tried her best to hide it. She would do anything to make people happy. One time I noticed she missed questions on an exam that I knew she knew the answer to. She told me later, after much probing, that she did it so I could stay number one in class ranking. She knew how important it was to me. She never wanted people, even Mom and Dad, to know how smart she was. Sometimes she would deliberately do dumb things just to hide it. I miss her so much! Katie, my best friend now, helps a lot, but I still really miss Cindi. Katie's a lot like Cindi, even looks like her, so that helps a lot. I think that really hurts Daddy sometimes when he looks at her. Mom and Dad are talking about adopting Katie. That would be so neat!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a long silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victoria:

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

I was glad that Amy offered to help by calling a doctor. I really didn't want to leave my husband's side. Patrick and I have known each other for 17 years, and except for one brief weekend shortly after we met, I have never been with anyone else. We knew almost immediately that we were meant to be together. The brief weekend consisted of my last fling with my old boyfriend and Patrick's roommate, while Samantha, Robert's girlfriend, was seducing Patrick. Robert and I wanted one last time together, for old times sake, and I knew Patrick had always been madly in love with Samantha. I wanted him to have one time with her before we became exclusive. Both Samantha and Robert were all for the idea. Poor Patrick — everyone knew about this but him. He didn't find out the truth until later when he confessed his guilt to me.

Patrick is everything to me. He's my husband, but even after 15 years, he's still my lover. He's my soul mate. I can't imagine life without him, or with another. Both of us still get breathless when the other walks in the room. That was how I knew something was wrong Saturday night. It is the first time in my memory that he was not ready and willing to make love to me, to drive me crazy. He is also my rock. I don't know how I would've survived when Cindi died without him there to help me through it. It was almost unbearable the first time I went through it alone; I wouldn't have been able to go through it with Cindi without his strength. In some ways, I think Amy and I did him a huge disservice by relying on him so much during that time. He spent so much time helping us that he never had a chance to grieve himself; he was too busy being strong for us.

After his collapse, Amy told me she knew something was wrong Saturday night. Something happened that night at my parents' house that began this whole process of out-of-control grieving. Katie did not notice, as she was having some problems of her own. I haven't even tried to deal with that yet; she is reluctant to talk about it, partially because she is afraid after her Daddy yelled at her, but mostly because she says Daddy comes first. Thank you, Katie.

As I said, Patrick is my rock. He is such a calming influence on me. It is so comforting, with the hectic job I have, to come home to the world's biggest yuppie. He works in a hospital, so calm, collected, with such a structured life, nothing ever exciting. He was in some branch of law enforcement before we met. Somehow, I just can't see him in a job even that exciting. I'm not demeaning him. He's the world's sweetest person and deserves calmness and stability. It's for that reason that I feel so sorry for him with what he's going through now. He's always there for us and now we seem to be able to do nothing for him when he needs us.

I've always tried to keep secret from Patrick what I really do. Somehow, the time has just never seemed right to tell him that his loving wife is actually a "consultant" on semi-permanent loan to an anti-terrorist division of the government that is so secret it doesn't even have a name from a branch of the intelligence community that is so secret it doesn't even have a name. Sometimes I don't have a name either, or at least not the one he knows me by. "Consultant" is a fancy term for the one that handles all dangerous situations and people that there isn't a strong enough legal case to prosecute, but that can't wait to build such a case. Usually it is as exciting as computer troubleshooting, which I really do, but sometimes it gets really interesting. Occasionally, dangerous. Not that I could tell him that anyway. I'm only writing this now because sometimes I just have to let go and talk about it to someone. Writing it out is safer than telling someone. This way I get it out of my system. I'll go back and erase this later. I have detected some suspicion on his part that he realizes I am not just the computer geek I pretend to be. I hope he doesn't think I am hiding my life from him because I'm a prostitute or something like that. It would be easy to come to that conclusion, as many times as I have had to lie to him. That is what hurts the most, not being able to be honest and tell the love of my life the truth.

Even if I could tell him what I do, the next obvious question would be why. As much as I love Patrick, I'm not sure I could or would want to answer that question. The memories of what shaped me to this way of life in my early teens are still too painful to even think about. I was a very wild young girl from about 10 to 16 years old. My parents think I lived in foster homes during that time. Sure, if foster homes are defined as the streets. Those years defined what I am today, why I do what I do. It only takes once watching a very special young girl... well; I swore that I would do everything in my power to try to keep my babies from ever being hurt again. I failed with Cindi, and I will live with that scar for the rest of my life. I'm the one that should feel guilty, not him. That's one of the things Amy is able to feel in his troubled emotions right now; guilt, somehow connected with Cindi and Amy, and fear connected with me.

Amy, honey, if you are reading this, please don't read beyond this point. This is stuff you really do not need to know about, sweetie. Trust Mommy on this.

Two things saved my life. The first was a very kind, gentle middle-aged man who showed me what love was all about. No, he didn't molest me. I seduced him when I was 13. He resisted for a long time, but once I discovered that a man brought to a certain point while he is asleep is helpless to resist when he wakes up, he never stood a chance. I gave him desperately needed love, and he taught me how to love. I hated him for a brief time when I found out he was dying, but then we gave each other the best six months of either of our lives. Until I met Patrick, that is. I know Patrick is confused and does not understand when I let him continue, even encouraged him, with Cindi and encouraged him to help Katie, but I understand completely how healing an older man's touch, especially one like my Patrick, can help a troubled young girl. I fully expect he will also be Amy's first some day, probably soon. Those two are way too close and love each other way too much for her to want anyone else. I can't think of anyone better to teach her what love is and, just as important, how to make love and be loved. The only question is which one of them will make the first move. She may be 30 before it happens! They both seem to walk on eggs around each other on this subject. It's fun to watch; they're both so sweet!

The other thing that saved me was my wonderful adopted parents. Any time I refer to my parents, I am referring to them.

Amy is back with the doctor. I'll write more in this later if I have a chance. At least until I decide to erase it all. I'm not sure I want even Patrick to read this stuff.

Amy:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victoria:

Amy came in to the bedroom this morning, looking as uncomfortable as I've ever seen her. Under different circumstances, it would've been hilariously funny. The little smart aleck genius not sure of herself, and embarrassed? I hope I get to see this again. When she told me her plan, I could see why she was embarrassed. Poor little girl. She doesn't realize that I already know how she feels about her dad. Yeah... that way. I don't think she even realizes it yet. It doesn't bother me anyway, but I really don't care what she has to do if it will bring Patrick back.

"Mom? Can I talk to you a minute? I think I know a way to help Daddy."

"Amy? That's wonderful! Tell me how."

"Well... it's kind of weird. You see, I've been having these really realistic dreams about Cindi and Daddy and... well, they're really explicit and... God, mom, it's so embarrassing but I would do anything to bring Daddy back!" she half sobbed.

"It's ok Amy."

"Mom? Do you love me?"

"You know I do, sweetheart."

"Mom? Do you love me? Please, I have to hear you say it."

Suddenly, it all flooded into my mind. What had happened in the hospital room. I knew what this was.

"Yes, Amy, I love you more than life itself. As much as I love your Dad."

"Mom? Do you trust me?"

"With my life, sweetheart. And with your Dad's."

"Thank you. One more time, Mom, you love me and trust me." She appeared to be concentrating. " Mom, we have to take all of our clothes off," she whispered. "Then, we have to take all of Dad's clothes off. And get into bed on either side of him." I suddenly realized I was just hearing Amy in my mind. When did that start? Then we were both cuddled up to him.

"Mom, please forgive me, but I have to prepare him for you. He will only initially respond to me. When I tell you, you must show him how much you love him. I just can't do that part."

"Sweetheart, if you have to do it all, it's ok. Really. Your Dad and I will understand."

"I just can't, Mom. We have to try this way first." She looked at me with calm, but pleading eyes. Then she started kissing him. Gently, softly, tenderly. It was passionate, but not overly sexual. Erotic. Sensual. It was the most touching and beautiful thing I have ever seen. She stroked his hair, kissed his neck, gently stroked his chest, and whispered into his ear. After a few minutes, I noticed a change in the room. Everything was bathed in a bright, deep blue light, with a bright deep blue glow surrounding Patrick, Amy and myself. My heart leaped into my throat. I recognized this! ' Cindi? Cindi? Oh, please let it be so,’ my mind begged. Poor Amy had her eyes closed, I think so she could not see the effect she was having on his body. Soon she took my hand and laid it on him. I stroked him softly, making him even harder. Then, it began to happen. His eyelids fluttered. He was breathing harder. He moaned. Now it was a bright, deep blue and bright, deep green glow, mixing, yet separate.

Amy just cuddled up to him and whispered "Now, Mom!"

I made love to my husband as I had never done before. I poured every ounce of love into him that I ever could. Amy watched, eyes big as saucers. She had a worried look on her face, as if it would not be enough because she had backed out and let me finish. Then Katie moved over to the bed from the other side of the room, fascinated by what she was seeing. I saw her eyes seem to glaze over and her head tilted to one side. She seemed to be concentrating. Suddenly, yellow tendrils flowed from her into the glow surrounding Amy, Patrick and myself. The blue and green glow moved to envelope her also. Amy looked up in surprise. I could feel him responding. Finally, as he and I exploded into an orgasm, I heard him cry out and I felt his arms wrap around me and hold me tight. Then his eyes opened and he gave a sad little smile. I smiled back and Amy and Katie's smiles lit up the room. The glows faded out.

My darling husband looked around, and saw Amy lying against him, naked, holding him tight. I smiled softly at the look of panic that crossed his face.

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

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

"Did I... did we... ?" He asked, chagrined.

"No, Daddy, we didn't," She assured him. Then she gave him a teasing 'Amy' grin. "Not yet!" She whispered. "But the night is still young!" We all laughed at his panic-stricken face.

"I love you all," he whispered, and then he started crying.

This ends the section written by Amy and Victoria. The following is by Patrick once again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Girls Chapter 19

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Chapter 19



Our lives slowly returned to normal over the next few weeks. Or as normal as we were likely to ever get. How normal could it be, knowing you were married to your twin sister? That you were going to adopt your sister as your daughter? You understand what I mean. Strangely enough, it did not seem to really bother any of us much. I guess Victoria was right — after 17 years of loving someone, it really didn't matter who it turned out that they really were. You still felt the same.

I would be lying if I said that I was instantly ok after I woke up. I still felt guilty about Cindi's death. But Victoria and the girls were determined that I was not going to go too far with it again. Over the next few days, I was never alone, with usually two

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or more of them with me all the time. They babied and pampered me like I was some kind of royalty. I guess they had been really scared and were determined that I was never going to be in doubt as to how much I was truly loved. Not that that had ever been the problem anyway, but I guess they were not in the mood for taking chances. I sure wasn't complaining!

I was rather surprised the first night when it came time to go to sleep that I ended up sandwiched between Victoria and Amy for the night. I thought after me being out for several days that Victoria would want a night of passion to make up for the time we had missed. Besides, I knew she would be on the road again soon. It was not that I was disappointed; being cuddled by Victoria and Amy was almost as good as sex any day anyway. After a while of cuddling and whispering by these two almost identical twin beauties, Amy went to sleep. I was just starting to doze off when I felt Victoria turn around to face me in the bed. I wasn't too surprised when she started kissing me, nudging my mouth open and playing with my tongue. When she slipped her hand down into my underwear, I was suddenly wide awake. This was interesting! How far was she going to go with our daughter lying right beside me, cuddled up as close as she could possibly get?

Victoria answered the question of how far she was planning to go when she began to slowly work my underwear down my legs, finally getting them off without waking up Amy. Then she started slowly jacking me off, while moving my hand over to show me exactly where she wanted me to touch her. Ok, a little weird, but nice. I started to panic a little, however, when she scooted right up to me, front to front, and slipped my cock right up inside her.

"Um... honey, did you forget that Amy is cuddled up sleeping right next to me?" I whispered desperately. She raised herself up on her elbow, looked across me at Amy, and giggled softly.

"Nope!" She declared softly but emphatically. "I didn't forget. She's still there! Why? Did you want me to wake her up?" She giggled again.

Had she gone crazy?!? This was Amy we were talking about — sweet, innocent Amy! I was definitely not ready for this!

"No! Are you crazy?!? That's what I am afraid of, that she is going to wake up! What are we going to do if she wakes up?" I was panicking! This was Amy we were talking about, for heaven's sake!

"Well," she giggled again," I guess you are just going to have to be careful not to make any noise, aren't you? Hmm. That will be an interesting game. How noisy can I make you be?" What was with all these giggles?

She began to play the game in earnest. First, she kissed me while she rubbed my chest and my balls and cock softly, all at the same time. Then she started to kiss her way down my body, scrunching herself down in the bed to reach me. Finally, she got far enough down that she took me into her mouth, continuing to rub my balls as she swallowed me all the way. I tried my best to keep quiet, but I could not suppress completely a little moan.

"Victoria! Please!" I whispered.

"Ah! Good! He's begging! He wants more!" She chuckled. What a brat! She knew full well that was not what I was saying 'please' for. Well, not exactly. I mean... by this time, I wasn't sure I knew what I meant.

"Honey, please, I am going to be so embarrassed if she wakes up!"

"Wouldn't that be fun, if she woke up? Maybe she would want to help! Just think about it honey, Amy's cute little hands on you, rubbing you, her soft little mouth sucking on your nipples and then playing with your tongue as she kisses you. Maybe I would even let her help me rub your cock and balls. Can you imagine what her warm, soft, wet little mouth would feel like, engulfing your cock, licking your balls? Do you think she could take you all the way inside, like I can? Can you imagine how wet she would be? What her little clit would feel like? Pretend I am her, sweetheart. Make love to your little girl for her first time. Please, Daddy, I want you so bad!" She was laughing softly as she moved back up and took me up inside her again, as she knew she was driving me crazy. She could feel how hard I was inside her. I knew I was not going to last very long! "Come on, Daddy, come inside me. Please Daddy. Your little girl is going to come for you. Come with me, Daddy!" Victoria and I exploded together, trying our best to keep quiet as she slowly pumped me inside her, milking me with walls of her canal.

I guess we didn't sound like a thunderstorm, because Amy did not wake up. We both lay there, trying to remember how to breathe, basking in the afterglow of tremendous orgasms. Finally, I got up enough strength to smack her butt softly.

"What has gotten into you? That was mean! I never knew you were so kinky!" I laughed softly.

"Are you complaining? You seemed to have a good time. So, how long have you been fantasizing about little Amy?" She grinned impishly.

"Victoria! Please! This is too embarrassing to talk about!"

"Ok. Poor baby! I'll behave. Well, mostly. Think you can handle being by yourself for a while? I have to go to the bathroom. Try not to ravage poor Amy while I am gone!"

"You are incorrigible! What am I going to do with you?" I groaned.

"Fuck me again?" She giggled, as she got out of the bed.

I lay there, after she left, trying to calm myself down. That had been hot. Somewhat uncomfortable, embarrassing, but hot. That was when I felt a soft little kiss on my neck and a little, soft hand very lightly brush across my cock and balls! Oh no! Amy!

"Shh. It's ok. Turn around and face me." She whispered, her breathe hot on my ear.

I turned slowly around. I'm sure my face was bright red.

"Amy, sweetheart, how long have you been awake? I am so sorry, honey!" I was chagrined.

"I was awake all the time. I'm not sorry." She kissed me, softly, passionately, slipping her little tongue into my mouth. She continued to slowly, softly run her fingertips across my cock and balls. "Does this feel good? Am I doing it right?"

"Honey, please stop. If you keep that up any longer, I don't know that I will be able to stop." I begged her.

"I know," she whispered. "I just wanted to tease you a little bit. You two got me so hot." She looked at me with a little grin. "What will you do if I sneak into your bed some night and rape you?"

Oh God! I love her so much! Such a brat, just like her mother!

"What will you do if I sneak into your bed some night and take you?" I whispered back. I couldn't believe I said that! I ran my fingers lightly between her legs, and grinned when she gasped.

"I guess you'll just have to try it and find out!" She giggled, nervously. "Seriously, Daddy, I don't know how I feel about this. I just know I love you so much, more than anyone else in the world." She bit her lower lip in frustration.

"I know, sweetie. Me too. But if you don't stop what you are doing, we are going to find out before either of us is ready to. Besides, I hear your mother coming back. I'm going to turn over now and act innocent!"

I turned over the other way. She giggled, as she ran her hand softly over me one more time.

"Yeah. Right! As if you could look innocent with that sticking out!"

Victoria came into the room, and slipped into the bed next to me, cuddling up facing me. She looked at me, and then her eyes widened briefly. She kissed me, and then whispered softly into my ear.

"I can leave the room again for a while if you want. I'm sure Katie would love to snuggle with Mommy tonight." She smiled softly. How does she always know these things?

"No. Please don't go. Stay here and protect me."

She started to laugh, and then realized I was serious. She kissed me softly.

"It's ok. Really. I'll behave. Go to sleep sweetie." She leaned away from me, to arrange the covers. I felt a soft little hand gently slide up my cock and balls one more time, and I felt a soft little kiss on my neck and heard a quiet, nervous little giggle in my ear as we all settled down to go to sleep. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night.

The next morning I woke up with two pretty, identical looking young ladies cuddled up to me, one on each side. I kissed their foreheads softly, and left the room before they started teasing me again. Amy spent a lot of time that day sitting on my lap, cuddling with me, smiling and giggling at me. I think the others just thought she was so happy to have me back. That too. I caught Katie several times looking at us, head tilted slightly to the side, a curious look on her face. Later, Katie and I were alone together. I walked up to her and gave her a big kiss. She sighed happily and put her arms around my neck, holding me close.

"I understand I have you to thank for my recovery, Golden Girl," I teased, referring to her yellow glow. She blushed and smiled shyly, looking down at her toes.

"No, it was really Amy. She knew what to do, and did most of it. I just joined in to make sure. She really wasn't expecting that. I really mainly caused some other, unforeseen effects."

"What unforeseen effects are you referring to?" I asked. Other than the yellow flecks in her eyes, which seemed to have grown and gotten more numerous in just two days, I had not noticed any effects. Except being awake of course. I wondered if her eyes would turn completely yellow eventually. That would be so cool! My little kitten. Katie looked at me hesitantly, biting her lower lip as she apparently debated whether to tell me or not.

"Well, I guess you are going to have to know eventually." She tilted her head slightly, and seemed to be concentrating briefly. I always assumed this was when they were communicating. Suddenly I heard two giggling teenage voices echo in my mind.

'Hi Daddy!' Katie.

'Hi Daddy!' Amy. What? Amy wasn't even in the room! And I heard them only in my mind. I was stunned.

"Hi girls. How did you do that? When did this start?"

'No, Daddy. Answer us in your mind. Just think of us, and then think what you want to say.'

I tried it. 'Hi girls.' It worked. But I heard a lot of other things, too. I'm sure Amy was deliberately thinking nasty thoughts just to embarrass me. Katie seemed to notice.

'Daddy, I can show you how to selectively receive or transmit thoughts, so Amy can't tease you like that, ' she giggled. 'Also, I was helping you there a little. I can help you do it by yourself, but I have to have your permission to do that. I think we should sit down and talk.'

The next two hours was an enlightening period. Apparently Katie's joining in had magnified things, to where some powers that we all had, some of us latently, were beginning to express themselves, or strengthen themselves in some cases where they already existed. We now had some thought transfer abilities (slightly different than mind reading). Then Katie dropped the real bombshell.

"Daddy, I can help you do this, clean it up, show you how. But I have to have permission to go into your mind. I won't do it if you say no."

"I don't understand, Katie. You can actually change my mind?" I was flabbergasted.

"Not exactly. I can't put anything there that was not at least latently there before. I can modify or improve what is there. Like giving you more control. I can't make you do or implant anything that would be against what you would choose to do."

"How do you know it will work on me?" I asked.

"It will work on anyone." She looked really embarrassed. "Besides, I already know it will work on you, because I have already done it once. I'm sorry, Daddy, I had to. It was really necessary. I hope you know I would never hurt you." She looked about ready to cry.

'Katie, honey, I trust you with my life. I believe you when you say it was necessary. You may do whatever you need to. Will this allow me to communicate with anyone?" I tried to set her at ease. She looked relieved.

"No, it doesn't work that way. You can only communicate with people you have talked to or have communicated with you," Katie explained. "We noticed this morning that you were 'on line', so to speak. We would not be sharing this with you if we hadn't figured out how to filter and somewhat control it. Believe me, this ability is not nice if you can't control it; I know."

"Does Victoria know about this?" I asked. Katie looked uncomfortable again.

"Not yet. We're not sure yet that we can teach her to control it. If we can't, I don't think it's fair to open it up to her and enhance it. It would cause pain. I'm sure we can do it — we just have to figure it out. There are some... peculiar and dangerous areas in her mind we have to figure a way around." Katie explained.

I was amazed! I had no idea that what Amy and Katie could do could be taught, or somehow acquired. They did not seem to be aware that previously it could be either. Or indeed, if it even could be. Maybe we all already had it and she was just waking it up, refining it. The question was, previous to what? I felt the answer was previous to Katie. I wasn't sure we had any idea yet what this wonderful little girl could do. How long had she been carrying this knowledge, this ability around, unable to tell anyone except Becky? Then Becky was gone. No wonder Katie had wanted to kill herself. Or was she just learning herself? No wonder she cried so much! She concentrated for a few minutes, and then said she was done. I didn't feel any different. She had reduced my sensitivity. It could mean that sometimes it wouldn't work. But I didn't have to listen to anybody I didn't want to now. I could now block sending if I wanted to, for any reason. I hoped nobody noticed Katie blushing. I asked them if that was how Cindi had blocked some emotions. They said they didn't know but it was likely.

It was just Victoria and me in bed that night. I guess the girls were finally convinced that I wasn't going to disappear or anything like that. That also could mean she was leaving town again.

We had a wonderful night. I took it slow and gentle with her, to make it last. After kissing her and paying attention to her nipples, I began to slowly lick her pussy, suck on, and lick her clit. I concentrated on going very slow, moving my tongue around in little small circles, very slowly. She really likes that, but it also drives her crazy. I kept it up slowly, until her hips were gyrating all over the place. Then, I decided to tease her, as she has so often to me, and stopped. She whimpered in frustration as I turned my attention to her breasts and then kissed her deeply. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please! Do it some more! It felt so good!" She begged.

I never could resist her begging. I went back to working on her clit and pussy some more, alternating this time between fast and slow circles, and back and forth. Finally, she exploded in her first orgasm of the night. Then, I simply kept working on her without stopping. Now she was begging me to stop, as I continued to stimulate her, holding her to keep her from moving away. Eventually, she just lay there, not responding anymore. That is when I moved up, and inserted myself up inside her.

Victoria always responds well to sex, sometimes very vocally. On rare occasions, she simply goes crazy. This was one of those times. She reacted so well that I noticed the girls peeking in the door to make sure everything was ok. I thrust up into her deeply and slowly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting again. This was a new sensation from the previous tongue action, and so she quickly became very alert and active again. She was so excited she didn't know what she wanted. She would beg me to stop, yet thrust up against me when I slowed down or stopped. Finally, we both exploded together, and collapsed, falling asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the bed was crowded. The girls had joined us during the night. Katie was, of course, sleeping stretched out on top of me. Both Cindi and she loved to do that. I liked it too. Amy and Victoria were cuddled up together, arms around each other. It was hard to tell where one stopped and the other started. I felt a little sad, because I knew the girls, joining us in bed, meant Victoria was leaving town that day. Somehow, they always knew, and slept with us the last night. Sure enough, she left that afternoon.

We had an interesting little teenage crisis that evening. Katie, Amy and I were sitting on the couch, watching TV and cuddling, as usual. Katie received a phone call on her cell phone, and left the room to take it. She was gone for quite a while. When she came back, she was crying her eyes out, big sobs wracking her little body. Both Amy and I were very concerned.

"What's wrong, Katie?" we both asked at the same time. We set her down on the couch between us and tried to find out what the problem was.

"H... h... he left m... m... me. He b... b... broke up with me." She sobbed.

"Who?" We asked.

"My b... b... boyfriend. He doesn't want to go out with me anymore. Some crap about us being too young. He just doesn't want to go out anymore because I don't want to be the school slut anymore. I'm only good enough for sex, not for love!" She sobbed.

Amy and I did our best to console her. We assured her that she was a very sweet, wonderful, pretty young girl that anyone would be lucky to have. I told her that if he dumped her, it was his loss. Neither Amy nor I felt we were getting anywhere with her.

When it was time to go to bed, Amy and Katie went into the same room. Good. Amy would be good for her. I went to bed alone for a change. Had the whole bed to myself. No fighting over covers. I should have been happy, but I missed the little twerps.

I was not quite asleep yet when I felt Amy slide into bed with me, and cuddle up. You know how a guy can always tell when a female wants something? Well, Amy is not even very subtle most of the time. She wanted something.

"Daddy?" Yep. The Amy 'I am just too cute for words and you can't resist giving me anything I ask for' voice. The pity is, she's right!

"Hmmm?" Maybe if I act asleep, she'll go away and leave me alone.

"Daddy. I know you're not asleep. Please, Daddy, it's important."

I sighed. If Amy said it was important, it was. She didn't (usually) dramatize things.

"Ok. Hell, I'm too old to need sleep anyway. What is it, pretty girl?"

"Flattering me is not going to get you out of this!" she teased. Then she turned serious.

"Daddy. Katie needs your help. She really liked this guy. He was Becky and her friend for years. She's really hurting bad. Daddy, could you go in with her and sleep with her tonight? I know you can make her feel better. She's just crazy about you. Please? I can't stand to see her miserable."

"Amy, honey, you know how Katie feels about me. You know I love her to pieces too. You know how I react to crying girls. Amy, can you live with what might happen if I go in there tonight?" Amy didn't know that Katie and I had already been together that way.

"Daddy, Katie needs you tonight. If that is what she needs, then give it to her. It will be our secret; I won't tell Mom." Her eyes widened briefly. "Although it wouldn't make any difference, would it? Mom has already given her permission, hasn't she?" She whispered.

Damn! Certifiable genius. How could she know that?

"Ok, Amy, you have to tell me where you came up with that wild conclusion."

"Dad, you are a lousy actor, especially when you are trying to act shocked. It's easy. You wouldn't even be asking me if I could live with it if you didn't already know that it was ok with Mom. The idea of you cheating on Mom is an idea that even my genius mind can't fathom." She giggled impishly. "So, has she given you permission for me too yet?"

"AMY! You are such a brat! I refuse to even respond to such a ludicrous question!"

"Good! That means yes! Now all we have to do is decide if we want to!" Can a teenager die of excess giggling?

"Amy! You are a bad girl. Are you sure you want me to go in with Katie?" I asked, changing the subject delicately. I'm sure I just fooled her so bad with that one.

"Yes. Please. She needs you. If it happens, Daddy, it happens. I will turn off my sensing, so you don't have to worry about corrupting your precious, innocent, virginal daughter. Whatever she needs, Daddy. She is too precious to be hurting like this." Amy said seriously.

"Hmmm. I'm going to have to ask Victoria where she is hiding this other daughter of ours." Amy looked at me, confused. "You know, the precious, innocent, virginal one!" I dived out of bed to avoid her punch. I reached over and kissed her. "Amy, you are just so precious. Katie is so lucky to have a friend like you. I love you, sweetie." Wow! Amy blushed!

When I walked into Katie/Cindi's room, Katie was laying on the bed, crying softly. I quietly walked up to her, reached over, and kissed her softly on the neck, while running a hand softly up her pretty little leg. She jumped, and looked up at me as I slid into bed beside her and kissed her again, this time much more passionately. I slowly slid my hand inside her nightgown and softly rubbed her cute little breast. She looked at me in shock.

"Patrick!" She whispered. "We can't do this now! Amy is going to catch us!"

"Who do you think sent me in here to make you happy, Little One? She has turned off her sensing and told me I am to do whatever I need to make you happy again. And yes, she knows what the possibilities are." I loved the look on her face.

"She... she knows about us?" She stammered.

"No. She is just expecting it tonight. And it does not bother her."

"Oh boy! This is going to be a fun night! I guess I should get back to crying and being upset so you can console me, huh?" She smiled sadly.

"Well, it would help, so I don't waste my time. Seriously, Katie, I know how this has upset you. If you want to just cuddle, that's ok too. We just love you and don't want to see you hurting." I kissed her gently.

So, we cuddled. Naked. For a long time. Eventually, I knew we would go to other things, and we did. We made love like a spring shower. It felt just like with Cindi. It was so sad and so wonderful. Katie understood completely, and held me as I cried afterwards. As we were cuddling, I heard a soft noise at the door. We watched as Amy came in, naked, and stretched out on the bed with us. She cuddled up to me on the other side from Katie.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to come in." She noticed I was crying. "What's wrong, Daddy? I thought you were consoling Katie?" She looked concerned.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. She just looks so much like Cindi. It just was too much." I lay my head on her chest and had a good cry. They both held me.

"It's ok, Daddy. Let it out. We understand. We do it too, almost every night. You can always come in and cry with us if you need to." Amy stoked my hair as she held me.

I kissed her. It was not a daughterly kiss. She kissed me back, as we played with each other's tongues. I gasped as she ran her hand lightly down my stomach, trailing her fingers lightly across my cock and balls. She gasped as I played with her sparse pubic hair. We played lightly with each other, driving each other crazy, as Katie looked on, grinning. Finally, we stopped and hugged and cuddled, knowing we could go no farther without losing control.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Amy half sobbed. "I'm just not ready for this yet." I saw Katie roll her eyes. She didn't understand what the big deal was. To her, it was a no brainer — we were made for each other.

"It's ok, Amy. You don't ever have to be ready for me. I love you anyway. Besides, if we ever go all the way, I want it to be when you are ready and willing and have no doubts. I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you."

"You could never hurt me, Daddy. Someday, maybe... I can't promise. However, I could never think of anyone better than you. If we never do it, I think I will always wish we had. I just don't know."

"There's no hurry, honey. You are young. Don't rush it. I'll be here in any way you want me, whenever."

We all cuddled together in a big glob and went to sleep. All the hands and legs looked like a nest of snakes.

The next day, we decided to plan a camping and float trip for the following weekend. The girls called Victoria to see if she could come with us. I was hoping she could, as she was the one that really knew about floating on a raft. The girls leaped into planning the event with their usual efficiency. As the big day approached, we got more and more excited. Finally, it was Thursday evening. We were going to leave Friday evening so we could start early Saturday. Just before bedtime Thursday evening, we got a phone call from Victoria. I answered the phone. After exchanging pleasantries, she got to the point.

"I'm sorry, honey, I just am not going to be able to make the float trip. I am just not going to be able to make it out of here on time. Maybe I could join you Sunday, but that may not even be worth it for one day."

"Well, I am going to let you tell the girls. They are going to be disappointed. They were really looking forward to it."

"I know. I'm really sorry. Are you mad at me?" She sounded concerned.

"No. I understand. We knew it was only 50:50 that you could make it anyway. I just hope we don't all drown without your rafting ability. Here, talk to the girls."

The girls were disappointed, of course, but it was not the first time this had happened, so they dealt with it pretty well. Besides, we were still going. We just would be minus one.

The float part turned out to be a disaster all the way around. None of us knew what we were doing. Towards the end of the first day, we tipped the raft over, and we all ended up in the water. We were all soaked, and the girls lost their sleeping bags and change of clothes. Fortunately, I did not lose mine. We decided to make camp early, to try to dry things out.

We found a good place to camp, set up the tent, and made a fire. By this time, the girls were shivering. I t was warm, but they were soaked. We decided to camp out under the stars instead of in the tent, but first I had to take care of the wet clothes problem.

"Ok, girls, strip. Get those wet clothes off," I ordered.

Katie grinned real big, and proceeded to take them off. Katie was always ready to take her clothes off; this was a great excuse. Amy was not so happy about it. She turned red and looked at me as if I was kidding.

"C'mon, Amy. Get them off. I'm not going to explain to your mother how you caught pneumonia."

"Dad! I can't take my clothes off. I don't have anything to wear. I can't go naked!" Amy was horrified.

"C'mon, Amy. This isn't the first time I've seen you naked. Shuck 'em." I was enjoying this. The teenage smart-ass genius embarrassed about something. Poor little thing!

"But Dad! This is in public! Someone could come by and see us! I can't do that!"

"Amy. Take them off, or I'll take them off for you." I started to move towards her. That got her moving. She slowly took all her clothes off except her bra and underwear, casting dagger-like looks at me the whole time. I don't think she was very happy with me! Too bad, little girl. She stopped at her undergarments. I guess she thought I didn't mean those.

"All of it, Amy. Don't make me come over there, or I will take them off and paddle your cute little butt too." I grinned at her.

She glared at me as she took them off.

"Sometimes, I just don't like you very much," she stated emphatically.

"I'm a parent. You're not supposed to like me all that much anyway. Be happy we get along as well as we do." I smiled sweetly at her. I was trying to get as much fun out of this as I could, because I knew I was going to pay for it later.

We put a foam mattress and the sleeping bag on the ground for a soft mattress, and had a light blanket for a cover if needed. I lay down in the middle, with a pretty little girl on either side of me, cuddling up close to keep warm. It wasn't long before Katie decided things were not even.

"How come you have clothes on and we're naked?" Katie whined. "That's not fair!"

"Because I have a dry change of clothes. Hey, life isn't fair, Katie. What are you going to do?"

You have to get up pretty early in the morning (figuratively; noon is early enough literally) to get ahead of Katie. She had figured out by this time that I was having fun messing with them. So, she showed me what she was going to do. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and started taking my clothes off.

Amy was staring at her with huge eyes. Giving me her ok to do things to help her depressed best friend was one thing; having that same best friend apparently seducing her father in front of her was apparently another thing altogether. She continued to stare as Katie took all my clothes off, but didn't say anything. That ended when Katie got them all off, lay down next to me, and proceeded to begin kissing me. And boy, do I mean kissing me!

"Katie! What are you doing?!" Poor Amy was in danger of hyperventilating. This was the first time she had ever had direct experience with the wild Katie.

"Duh! I'm taking his clothes off. Now I'm kissing him. I thought you were the smart one!" Katie decided she was going to have some fun with Amy too.

"But... but... he's my Daddy!" Amy was shocked.

"Well, he's not MY Daddy. Not yet, anyway." Katie was trying to keep from giggling. She was not very successful at it.

"You know, Katie, I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out about this," I deadpanned. Like I wouldn't be in trouble before this!

"Well, I'm not going to tell. Amy, are you going to tell anyone?" We were having so much fun with her!

Amy paused as if thinking really hard.

"Let's see. I'm laying here naked, cuddled up against my Daddy, who is naked also, with my best naked friend making out with him... Duh! I don't think I am going to be telling anyone about this!" She rolled her eyes at us.

"See? You're safe," Katie giggled, as she continued to kiss me.

Amy became increasingly alarmed as Katie worked her way down my body. She softly kissed my face, then my neck, then kissed, licked and sucked on my nipples. Amy didn't know what to do. She was getting cold, so she snuggled up close to me. She watched with big eyes as Katie kissed her way down my stomach. Her eyes about popped out of her head when Katie started playing with me cock and balls.

"Katie!" She whispered.

"Oh shush. Close your eyes if you want to." Katie was not about to give up on a great chance like this. Amy kept her eyes open.

I put my arm around Amy and pulled her in tighter to snuggle with me. She was trembling all over. I didn't think it was due to cold, but I wasn't taking any chances. She laid her head on my shoulder and watched everything Katie did. She didn't even notice that she had put her hand on my chest and was softly rubbing it. Occasionally she would snuggle closer and softly kiss my neck; I don't think she realized she was doing that either. My little girl was getting turned on!

I think Katie got tired of watching Amy and I dance around each other on the subject of sex. She decided that we were right for each other, and she was going to bring it about, with or without our help. When Katie decides she wants something, she usually gets her way. She reached up, took Amy's hand in hers, and started moving it down my chest towards my cock.

"Amy, you have just GOT to feel this. It is just so neat you won't believe it!" Amy tried to pull her hand back.

"No! He's my Daddy! I can't do that!" She resisted half-heartedly. She apparently didn't remember she had touched me there before. Katie was having none of that.

"Amy, stop being a big baby and give me your hand!" She grabbed her hand, and put it on my cock, laying her hand on top of Amy's to guide her and keep her from moving it away. Poor Amy's face was beet red as she rubbed her Daddy's cock and balls. She buried her face in my shoulder.

"I cannot believe I am doing this! I am so embarrassed!" After a few minutes, Katie removed her hand. Amy left hers on me, rubbing and stroking gently. I couldn't believe it! It was so hot!

Since Amy was taking care of the rubbing part, quite well in fact, Katie decided to move on to more interesting things. She slid down a little farther, and sucked my cock into her mouth. I thought Amy was going to freak out.

"Daddy! She's... she's putting it in her mouth. And sucking on it!" She stared at Katie for a while. Then she cuddled up to me again, trying to hide her face. "Does it feel good?" she whispered in a tiny voice. Then, so softly I almost didn't hear it, she said, "I wish I could do that!"

I put my arm around her, pulled her close, and with my other hand, I raised up her chin and kissed her. Her eyes flew open when I did that, and she almost pulled away for a second, then she gave a little whimper and kissed me back. She was the one that opened her mouth first. We played with each other's tongues as she melted against me. I stroked her hair and kissed her, as she touched my face with her hand, and rubbed my chest. When we finally broke our kiss, she hid her face in my neck again. All this time she was still rubbing my balls, having moved her hand down there to give Katie room to suck me. I heard her whisper softly.

"I can't believe I'm touching you down there. Oh, Daddy, I've wanted to for so long." Then she quickly moved her head up and started kissing me again. Her kisses were getting hotter by the minute, as she whimpered softly into my mouth.

Katie stopped working on me, and moved up above me. She gave Amy a little smile, and then slowly lowered herself down onto me, taking me all the way up inside her. I thought poor Amy was going to pass out; her eyes were huge and she seemed to be having breathing problems!

"Daddy! She's got you inside her!" She gasped. "Does it feel good? Is Katie good?" She was talking in a whisper. I don't know who she thought was going to hear us!

"Katie is very good, honey. She feels wonderful." Amy sighed softly, and started kissing my neck softly. I whispered softly to her. "It's ok, Amy. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. It's ok."

"She is so lucky!" She whispered. Katie decided it was time to have some more fun.

"Amy... I want you to do something. You will love it, I promise. Move up here and kneel down over your Daddy's face. Just like that. Now, lower yourself down onto his face."

"EWWWW! He's not going to like that!" Amy exclaimed, reluctant to do what Katie told her.

"Yes, he will. I guarantee it. Go ahead, you'll really like it, and so will he." She reached up and pushed Amy down onto me at the same time I reached up and put my hands on her hips, pulling her down on me. I reached up and ran my tongue quickly all the way up her little slit, ending on her little clit. She shrieked, and all resistance suddenly ended.

I proceeded to introduce little Amy to the pleasures of oral sex. I licked her pussy, then sucked her clit into my mouth and started tonguing it. I alternated speeds, directions, and moved periodically to her pussy and to her cute little asshole. At first, she resisted that, moaning that it was gross and dirty, but after a few seconds of me tonguing it, she quickly forgot those ideas and just cried out softly every time I touched it. Her breathing was becoming very rapid and ragged. When I moved back to her clit, she cried out and started to tremble all over.

"Oh, God, Daddy! What are you doing to me? Please stop! No, please don't stop! I feel funny, Daddy! I feel like I am going to pee! Oh, God!" My little girl tipped over into her first real orgasm as I pushed one finger up into her tight little pussy and fingered her little asshole. Katie and I held her down on me as she tried to pull away, and I just continued to work on her clit, licking and sucking it. She started to scream. Katie pulled her back against her, and started to rub her nipples. I don't think Amy even realized she was doing that. I remembered Victoria holding Cindi in a similar way long time ago. That thought brought me to my own peak as I began to empty myself up into Katie. She began to come also as we all cried out together.

We all just lay against each other as we recovered. Katie and Amy leaned against each other, holding each other up. Poor Amy was just a boneless mass as she was barely conscious from the intensity of her first orgasm. Katie and I gently moved her onto her back on the sleeping bag. We lay down next to her and cuddled with her. I could feel her use all her energy to wrap her arms loosely around me. Occasionally she would barely move her fingers against my back as she rested. Finally, she started to revive.

"Hey sleepyhead. You ok?" I teased her.

She whimpered weakly as she replied to me.

"Is it always like that? That was so incredible." Obviously, Amy had a good time.

"Not always, although it may be with you, you are so sexy!" She smiled sweetly at me.

I moved closer to her, and leaned over her, kissing her. She found the energy to open her mouth and kiss me back. She gasped as I ran my hand slowly down her body, across her stomach, and down the insides of her legs. Then I slowly ran it back up, and gently stroked her wet pussy and clit. She cried out softly every time I touched her, she was so sensitive. Her eyes opened when I moved over on top of her, holding my weight up off her.

"Are we going to make love now, Daddy?" She asked in a tiny little voice. I could see excitement and a little fear in her eyes.

"We're not going to do anything you don't want to do, sweetheart. Do you want to make love?" I kissed her tenderly as I awaited her answer. Katie jumped in to help.

"Oh, Amy, say yes! You will love it! I promise!" She was so excited; you would have thought it was her first time.

"Will it really be better than what we just did, Daddy? I don't know that I could stand anything more intense than that!" She giggled softly. Then she looked serious. "Will it hurt?"

"It will be different, honey, but yes, it is better in some ways." I tried to reassure her.

"It will hurt a little at first, but then it will be wonderful!" Katie was trying to help again.

"It's whatever you want, Amy; you don't have to." I wanted it to be just perfect for her.

"I want to. I do." She wrapped her arms around me. "Make love to me, Daddy. Please."

I was mean. I couldn't help it. Before I entered her, I ate her out again and made her scream again. I thought it would help with the hurt.

Finally, I slowly pushed my cock up inside her. I heard a sharp intake of breathe, so I stopped for a little while. When I felt her legs wrap around my waist and try to pull me in, and her hips pushing up against me, I started moving in again. I kept pushing in slowly, waiting for the pain, but it never came. I don't know why, but the random thought entered my mind that maybe she had done this before. Amy smacked my butt playfully and grinned.

"No, I haven't. You are the first. I saved myself for you. I've never even kissed anybody but you before." Before I could say anything, she kissed me. Then she reassured me it was ok, she wasn't mad for me thinking that.

Finally, I was all the way in. I just lay there, enjoying the incredible feeling of being inside her. I had dreamed of this.

"Me too," she said. Finally, she must have been ready, because she wrapped her legs and arms tight around me, holding me close. She kissed my neck, and then whispered in my ear.

"Make love to me. Fuck me, Daddy!" She giggled as I gasped when she said that. I didn't know she knew that word. For some reason it really turned me on to hear sweet little Amy, who never said bad words, asking me to fuck her. "Katie taught me that word. She's a bad, bad influence on me. She didn't tech me what it means. You'll have to do that!" Gladly, sweet Amy!

As I started to move inside her, Katie moved up and lay beside us. She held Amy, whispering in her ear how much she was going to love it, and that it was ok. She stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek.

"I love you, Becky." She whispered.

"I love you too, Cindi." Amy whispered back. I got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes at the sweetness of that. That was the last coherent words Amy said for quite some time.

I took my time with her, making it last, making her enjoy it fully. When I finally came inside her, she had her head buried in my shoulder, trying to keep from screaming her brains out again. We came together, with Katie holding us both. I felt like we were all together in one mind; I could feel them with me. It is hard to explain, but it was an incredible feeling.

We didn't get much sleep that night. Amy had dreamed about this so much, so long, that she didn't want to stop. Every time she woke up, she wanted to do it again. She rode me while Katie sat on my face, the opposite positions as the first time. Katie showed her how to suck cock. She is really good at that!

When I finally woke up the next morning, I had two cute little nymphs draped all over me. I just held them and kissed them, making them smile and whimper in their sleep, as I just looked at how pretty they were, and thought of how much I loved them. When Amy woke up, she wanted to start all over. She stuck her tongue out at me and pouted when I stopped her. I convinced them that we should just cancel the rest of the float trip, and go to a motel where we could get cleaned up. Their clothes were dry, but they kind of stunk (the clothes, not the girls. I liked the girls' smell!)

When we walked into the room, Amy and Katie immediately started arguing over who got the shower first. I settled that argument.

"Why don't we just all take a bath together?" I asked. Katie immediately started jumping up and down, clapping her hands. Amy looked horrified.

"We can't do that! You're my Daddy!" I just rolled my eyes at Katie. She couldn't be serious! I wasn't even going to get into how many times I had seen her in the tub, or everything we had done last night. I just picked her up and carried her, squealing, into the bathroom. I held her over my shoulder, with her beating her little fists on my back, as Katie ran the water. We were having fun. If Amy really wanted loose, I would be on the floor by now. Probably bleeding. While the tub was filling, Katie helped me strip Amy's clothes off, while I still held her. After making her promise to be a good girl, I let her down. Apparently, her idea of being a good girl was to strip Katie's and my clothes off. Guess I can't argue with that.

I got into the tub. Amy got in, her back to my front, between my legs, and snuggled as close as she could. Then Katie got between Amy's legs, and we all lay back and relaxed. For a while. It didn't take too long, however, before I started playing with Amy's cute little body. She sighed happily and snuggled into me, closing her eyes. They popped back open briefly, however, when I started rubbing her little nipples gently. Then I slid a hand down her stomach. I could feel it quivering. She screeched softly when I put my hand in between her legs and started rubbing her. It didn't take too long before she shuddered in another orgasm. Katie had turned around to watch. Then I lifted Amy up, slid her up and onto my lap, and inserted myself inside her.

"Again? Don't you ever get tired?" She said with mock resignation.

"I can stop if you want," I teased her.

"No. Please don't. I love you inside me. Why did I wait so long for this?"

Then Katie surprised me. She had been watching Amy and me. She had a dreamy look on her face. Then she leaned forward, and kissed Amy. On the lips. And put her tongue in her mouth. Amy's eyes flew open. She had a scared and confused look on her face.

"No, Katie. Please don't." Katie kissed her again. Amy sighed and closed her eyes, and hesitatingly kissed her back. All the while, I was stroking slowly in and out of Amy. Amy cried out softly when Katie moved down and sucked a nipple in her mouth. "Katie? What are you doing?"

Amy really freaked when Katie moved down even farther and sucked her clit into her mouth. She shrieked, and started to tremble.

"Please, Katie, don't do this. Please. Oh, God, it feels so good. Katie? Please?" She finally had to stop talking. I put my hand over her mouth as she screamed out her orgasm. I didn't want the neighbors to think someone was being killed. Katie continued licking and sucking her until she finally collapsed in my arms, unable to move. Katie moved back and started behaving herself again, while I gently stroked her hair and kissed her neck.

"Why did you do that, Katie?" Amy asked when she rejoined the living.

"I don't know. I've never done that before. I guess I just wanted to all of a sudden." She looked as confused as Amy did.

"So, how was it, Katie?" I asked. I was really curious. I am not a big fan of girl-girl action, but I had to admit that was hot!

"It was ok. I like guys better," she said, leering at me. "It was fun watching Amy get off from what I was doing to her, but" she turned to look at Amy, "I don't think you have to worry about it." Amy relaxed visibly.

After a little while, we exchanged positions. I put Katie on my lap, and inserted myself up inside her. She whimpered softly as I stroked slowly in and out of her. I saw Amy give me an impish grin, and then she leaned forward and kissed Katie. Katie just melted into me. When Amy moved down and sucked Katie's clit into her mouth, Katie came immediately, screeching softly. Amy kept sucking on her until she seemed to pass out. We all lay there together, resting. Finally, Katie looked at Amy.

"That wasn't nice! You're a bad girl, Amy!" She didn't look too displeased.

"So, what did you think, Amy?" I asked. She had really surprised me when she did that.

"I agree with Katie. Fun to watch her go crazy, but I prefer you. Kind of like... I don't know, licking myself sort of. Kind of like EWWWW. I'm sorry Katie."

Katie laughed. "It's ok. You're right; it was kind of like licking myself. EWWWW! I love you, Amy, but I don't want to make love to you." They both giggled and hugged each other.

We spent the rest of the day in the bed, wearing each other out. Katie asked me to take her in the ass. Not my favorite, but I like Katie any way I can get her. She tried to talk Amy into doing anal too, but Amy had had enough new things for the weekend. She did hold Katie, and kissed her while we were doing it. They repeated the touching little scene from before.

"I love you, Becky." "I love you too, Cindi." It brought tears to my eyes. I wished I had known Becky.

We finally made it home late Sunday night. Victoria was home when we came in. We unloaded the car, and collapsed on the couch in the living room. Victoria watched us for a minute, and then her eyes opened a little wider as she looked at us. She gave me a smile that would have lit up New York for a day. Then she took me by the hand, pulled me up, and started walking towards the bedroom.

"Come on. I want to hear all about your... float trip!" She giggled, then smiled lovingly at Amy and me. Amy blushed. I gulped. It was going to be a long night. How does she always know these things?

The next few days were uneventful. Tuesday Victoria left again. Wednesday and Thursday were normal days. It had been some time since I started looking into Cindi's death and Amy's attempted murder. So far, nothing had turned up, but I knew these things sometimes took a while. It was just a matter of time. I was a little surprised however, when Thursday evening all hell broke loose.

My Girls Chapter 8

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Chapter 8



I had forgotten that Victoria was coming home that night. Her schedule was so erratic that it was often a surprise when she showed up. I had never really kept track that close, as I never had anything to hide. Now I had something to hide, and I forgot.

A noise had awakened me, and as I woke up I noticed that Cindi was still sprawled out next to me, her head on my shoulder, hand on my chest, hair everywhere, with a little smile on her face. I loved to watch my girls sleep - they were so cute. Of course, we were still naked. I looked up to see what the noise was and watched Victoria walk into the bedroom.

Time froze for me as my mind tried to grasp what was happening. Bizarre thoughts crossed my mind as to how to get out of this. I cou

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ld just disappear - no, wait, this was real life, not fantasy. I could pretend I was asleep, but that would just postpone whatever was going to happen. I felt the tears in my eyes as I realized that my decision to help my daughter, no matter how misguided, might in the next few minutes cost me everything I held dear in life.

It was dark in the room and Victoria was too far away for me to see her eyes, to see if they were the flat and devoid of all expression eyes I had seen twice before. If they were, it would mean that my life would probably end in the next few minutes, maybe literally. There was no outward indication of what she was feeling or thinking, but I just could not see any way it would be good.

Victoria walked into the room. She moved over to the bed, and just stood there, obviously waiting for me to say something, for me to explain what the HELL was going on before she killed me. Even at this time, my love and sympathy for Cindi won out over my fear and I just knew I had to protect her.

"Victoria, please don't blame Cindi for this. I'm the adult here, I'm responsible, and I should have stopped it. It's not her fault. She's a hurt little girl trying to find her way, trying to find love anyway she can. Blame me, but please do not blame her; please don't hurt her any more than she already has been by others and me. Although not intentionally, I took advantage of her and I cannot tell you how sorry I am".

I said all of this in a whisper, hoping not to wake up Cindi and have her face this any sooner than she had to. I could finally see Victoria's eyes, although not well through my tears. They did not look flat and devoid of all expression; maybe I would live through this yet. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, she bent down and kissed me!

I was stunned! I could not think. Her first kiss was just a gentle kiss, too quick for my numbed mind to even respond. Then she kissed me again, and this time her mouth opened and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I automatically responded, as my brain tried to figure out what was going on.

After she broke the kiss, she sat up and looked at me. Her eyes were solemn, with a little twinkle.

"Surprised you didn't I?" she asked, and smiled gently. I could only nod my head yes.

"Look", she said, "I know you well. You would never take advantage of anyone. I doubt very much this was your idea, or that you gave up easily. I've seen the change in Cindi the last few weeks; I'm not entirely surprised by this. Whatever you are doing with her, it seems to be working, she seems to be getting better, and that's all I care about. If I thought you were just taking advantage of our daughter to get some teenage nookie, we would not be talking right now. However, be careful - Amy must not know about this, and for heaven's sake close the bedroom door! I'll call from now on before I come home."

Before I could even respond, Cindi started to wake up, apparently awakened by our voices. When she opened her eyes, she was looking at me and obviously didn't know someone else was in the room yet. She smiled at me brightly, and then noticed the direction I was looking, turned her head, and saw her mother sitting on the bed. The look of fear on her face broke my heart.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Mommy, I'm so sorry, it was all my fault, please don't hate Daddy, I made him do it, he tried to stop me, but I tricked him while he was asleep, please Mommy, don't hate him, he loves you so much, I'll go away and live somewhere else, please don't divorce him... Please Mommy" she begged in a little girl voice and started crying.

Victoria tried to look stern and mad for a minute - she is Amy's mother, after all and cannot resist teasing people - but she quickly stopped when she realized how upset Cindi was. She reached out and took Cindi into her arms, and held her and kissed her.

"It's alright, honey, I know. I understand. I'm not mad... well, I might be a little if you've worn him out!"

Cindi's eyes were as big as saucers as she tried to understand what she was being told.

"You know you can't let anyone know about this. Not even Amy. Especially not Amy. If any one finds out, your dad would go to jail and they would take you two away. You have to be very careful."

Uh oh. Cindi had been practicing Amy's eye rolls. She was not as good at it as Amy was, but this one was not too bad. "I know, Mom. I'm not stupid, you know. I won't tell anyone." Then I could see it in her eyes. Victoria could too; we both smiled a little as Cindi decided that maybe she shouldn't be so snippy with her Mom considering the current circumstances.

"So, you're really not mad at me?"

"Well, I'm a little upset about this and there is one thing we need to resolve right now, young lady."

I could see the look in Victoria's eyes, so I knew this was going to be good - she was playing with Cindi. You are so bad, Victoria, I thought. The fear was back in Cindi's eyes.

"Oh, God, Mom, anything, I promise I'll do anything to make it better, please tell me what I can do!"

"Well, it's my turn and you are in the way. Could you move over, please?"

I could see the wheels turning in Cindi's head as she tried to understand what her Mom was saying. Then her eyes opened very wide, she blushed bright red clear down to her chest, she gave a nervous little laugh, and jumped over to the other side of the bed as if she had been shot. She watched, fascinated, as Victoria stood up and started to undress. "MOM!!"

Although I was surprised, I was not very shocked as she undressed in front of us. Victoria had shown a flash of inventiveness in the past, although not what would be called kinky now days. There had been an interesting girlfriend swap with us and my roommate and his girlfriend in college. Victoria had gone with my roommate before me, and I had always been madly in love with his girlfriend, so it worked out well. Only thing was, everyone had been in on the plans except me. I did not learn until years later that while I thought Samantha was seducing me one weekend, Robert and Victoria had been off having one last fling. A month and a half later, Robert announced he and Samantha were getting married, as she was pregnant. I always wondered whose baby it was...

As Victoria finished getting undressed, she got up on the bed. When she gets home after a long trip, she usually likes to take me inside her right away the first time, without any foreplay. She is usually so horny she is ready to go right away. Then we play around later. As she lowered herself down on me, I thought Cindi was going to die. She was so embarrassed, and yes, there was a little bit of "EWWWW" as she watched her parents make love, but she was also riveted in place, fascinated; she could not have moved if she had wanted to.

Victoria reached over, took her hand, and pulled her over close to us again.

"Cindi, honey, climb up on Daddy's face and show me what he does to you that has made you so much better." Victoria looked over at me and smiled.

"MOM!!"

"It's ok, honey, Mom won't mind." I said.

"DAD!!!"

As Victoria put her arms around Cindi and moved her over, helping her get into position, Cindi covered her face with her hands. I think her whole body was bright red. "I cannot believe I am doing this," she moaned. "I am so embarrassed".

I put my hands on her hips, and lowered her down on my face, licking her pussy and sucking her clit into my mouth. She jerked, trembled and screeched quietly, and then seemed to forget all about her embarrassment. Amazing how that works, isn't it?

I was quickly getting overwhelmed. Two of my favorite four females in the whole world were making love to me. I was really pushing it with Cindi, as I wanted to make sure she had an orgasm before Victoria finished me off, but it was going to be close. Cindi was having problems sitting upright she was so turned on, and she leaned back against her Mom for support. Victoria put her arms around her waist and held on to her, whispering in her ear, asking her how it was, as she stroked her hair.

"Oh, God, Mom, you have no idea how good this feels!" Then she giggled. "Oops, yeah I guess you do!"

Cindi cried out as I pushed my finger up into her, as her orgasm overtook her. That, plus the sight of the two of them cuddled together, and the sound of Victoria's orgasm, was enough to set me off.

After we all calmed down a little and could almost breathe again, Cindi became aware again of where she was and what condition she was in. She turned beet red again, jumped off the bed and me saying, "I am SO embarrassed, I can't believe I did this, I got to go!" and ran out of the room. Victoria and I looked at each other and laughed.

"I'll go talk to her. She'll be ok," she said, as she got dressed and left the room. Later, she came back and said Cindi was ok, she was just really embarrassed, but they had a nice long talk and she would get over it. Victoria got undressed, climbed back in bed, and we proceeded to have our usual day of fun when she got home. Funny thing, the next day, it was always Amy that brought us food in the room. Cindi always seemed to be busy.

Nothing like that ever happened again. Neither Victoria nor Cindi did anything sexual with each other during that one time, nor did Victoria ever participate in any other sexual activities with Cindi and me again. Neither of them ever mentioned it again, nor did I. Cindi did, however, always blush so prettily anytime Victoria and I ever kissed, cuddled, or did anything even remotely sexual. I started paying more attention to when Victoria was coming home, and Cindi and I had a rule that we never did anything when Victoria was home or coming home.

Victoria and I had a long talk the next evening when the girls were out. She agreed that what was happening was good for Cindi and should continue. She did, however, formally express some ground rules, all of which I was following anyway. Her ground rules were a) this could only be with full consent of all parties involved. If at any time Cindi was to say no or express any doubts about continuing the relationship, I was to never touch her sexually again, nor was I to try to change her mind; b) there were to be no babies c) be careful, no diseases d) Cindi was to be encouraged to date when she felt comfortable and the time was right - this was not meant to be a permanent relationship e) unless she specifically asked, Victoria did not want to know any of the details, unless it was necessary for Cindi's well being, and f) Cindi was not meant as a replacement for Victoria. If Victoria ever felt that she was being neglected sexually or emotionally because of the relationship with Cindi, we would pull the plug on the whole deal, regardless of the circumstances. I agreed whole-heartedly to all the conditions, as she knew I would. There was never any jealousy between the two, Cindi managed to hide it from Amy (quite an amazing feat as we discovered later), and the situation continued until circumstances beyond anyone's control caused it to stop about six months later.

My Girls Chapter 15

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Chapter 15



The next day, while at work, I visited the Microbiology laboratory at the hospital. I was shown into the director's office right away. After taking care of the obligatory condolences, I asked him what the conclusions were on the organism that had almost killed my daughter. He surprised me by saying they did not know yet. Surely, they would have had time to isolate and identify it by now. He explained that some organisms grow very slowly in culture, and some in very specialized conditions, and that they had just not found the right conditions for culture. I asked him why they did not just culture it in a living organism, since it obviously lived there. He smiled, obviously happy to be talking to someone that understood his field, at least somewhat

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, and said they had tried culturing it in several mice. All of them died so quickly they were not able to find much out yet. No offense intended, he said, but he could not understand how Amy had survived, and so dramatically. This thing had quickly killed everything they had exposed it to. They had yet to identify it as anything they knew. He quickly reassured me that that did not mean it was unknown, new, or even mysterious; they just did not have a handle on it yet. I asked him if it could be something that had escaped culture, like a mutated or synthesized virus or bacteria. You mean like biological warfare agents, he asked, laughing. I laughed also and said it was just a far-fetched idea. We had a good laugh, but he had a faraway look in his eye when I left. He assured me he would let me know whatever he found out.

Next, I went to see Chief Haskin. After chatting for a while and catching up on our families, I asked him how the investigation was going on the accident. He looked at me strangely, and said the driver was drunk and ran a red light. I asked him if he had checked carefully for other causes. What was the cause of death? Usually dump truck drivers did not die from hitting cars. He looked at me in silence for a minute.

"Is there something you know that I don't?"

"No, I just have an uncomfortable feeling. Just being thorough. Do me a favor, will you? Look at it again. Yourself, personally. You know how paranoid Victoria is. I just want to be able to tell her we are sure."

He agreed he would check it out and let me know.

When I got back to the office, there was a small package waiting for me. It was a ballpoint pen. One of those fancy gel ones. This one was really fancy, though. It contained a cellular phone and a two-way paging radio. The Nextel type that paged anywhere in the country for instant two way talking. And network wide paging. A codebook listed various quick dial numbers. I was #1. Captain Jensen was #2. There were various other numbers listed. Amy and Victoria's cell phone numbers were listed, as was Katie's. However, Katie did not have a cell phone. Oops, yes she did, it was in the package also, nationwide service paid up for two years. She would be excited. Incidentally, the pen really did write also.

I changed my mind about letting "Victoria's people" know that I was providing security for my family now. I knew if I did that, Victoria would find out about it. I did not want that. It could put her in an uncomfortable light with her people. Also, I did not want her to know for her own protection. And... I just did not want her to know. Period. I wasn't so sure there was not a leak somewhere in her organization. I would just depend on the people I was working with to keep things under control. They were the ultimate professionals. Chances are "Victoria's people" would not even know they were there.

When I got home, I discovered a message on the answering machine from Victoria saying she would be home this weekend. Good. It was going to be a special time, because it was our birthday.

Yes, our birthday. One of the odd things about Victoria and I was that we shared the same birthday. We thought it was neat when we first started going together. Just another one of those similarities that attracted us from the beginning. Like both of us being shy growing up... Both of us being number one in our class in high school. Both of us being kind of nerds and computer geeks. Both of us being adopted. It was as if we were made for each other. We still felt that way. However, it made for really fun birthdays. It became a big family event, usually lasting for the whole weekend. We would go see her parents over the weekend also, almost like Christmas. It did help a lot in not forgetting her birthday. I guess it really wasn't that weird. There were four people in my grade school class that had the same birthday as me. I guess I could have married any one of them. Well, three of them, anyway. I would have had to change my sexual preference to marry the fourth one. Anyway, Victoria always managed to get home over that time. It was the one time she never failed to get off.

When I got home, Amy and Katie were already home. Katie was sitting there, all puffy eyed from crying, and Amy had her arm around her, looking serious. She had that 'do something, fix it daddy' look on her face. Uh oh. Another crisis. I hoped it was a silly teenage one, not something serious.

Well, I had plenty of experience with things like this with Cindi. Would I ever stop being sad when I thought about her? I went over, sat next to Katie, and put my arm around her. She dived into my chest and started sobbing. Katie is not as emotional as Cindi was, but she was not far off. She did know how to cry. I looked over at Amy. She just looked at me with big serious eyes and said nothing. Soon the waterworks dried up a little.

"Hey, pretty girl, want to tell me what the matter is?"

She shook her head no. I tickled her a little, getting a little smile.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded her head. So I tickled her some more. She started giggling. I kept tickling her until she was laughing and trying to get away. I held her down.

"Please, stop!" she giggled.

"What will you give me if I stop?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" I smirked.

She giggled. "Well, almost anything. I lost that a long time ago!" Giggle.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for you telling me what the matter is, then."

Her lip quivered. "You cheated! That's not fair!"

"It can't be that bad, Katie. We will figure it out. Let me help you. That's what Daddy's are for."

"My mom kicked me out of the house!" she sobbed. "What am I going to do? I don't have anywhere to go, I have no money, and I can't even get a job." I kept myself from smiling. This was serious to her. But a 13-year-old even thinking she could get a job?

"Is there any other relative you could live with?" I asked.

"No one cares about me. Who cares about a foster child? Even my mother and father never really cared. I won't go live with my father! I won't! I won't! I will run away first! Even if there were someone that wanted me, I would have to move and not see Amy anymore. She is the only friend I have... I cannot go back to that empty place again...

"I'll kill myself first." She whispered in a tiny voice.

Amy looked terrified. My heart turned over. I lost it. I grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her.

"You will not! You will never do that! I won't allow it! You understand me!" I yelled at her. "I won't lose another daughter," I whispered, tears running down my face.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. You've been so nice to me. But, I will not go back to my father. And I won't leave Amy. I can't go back there... I can't. You have no idea what it's like... I would die."

She was serious. I could see it in her face. She was more upset than I had ever seen her, but at the same time, she was icy calm about what she said. She hugged Amy, sobbing.

"Well, it seems to me this is easy to fix. You can just stay here. You are here most of the time anyway. You can just move into... Cindi's room."

"I couldn't do that."

"Why? You don't like us?" I teased.

She missed the teasing. "Oh, no! It's not that! I love you people! I just couldn't impose on you."

"Cindi, you would not be imposing. I love you like a daughter. You are rapidly filling an empty place in me that I thought would never be filled again. You are more than welcome here as long as you want," I assured her.

She looked at me shyly, with tears in her eyes. "You called me Cindi," she said in a soft voice.

I looked at her, shocked. I thought back to what I had said. I had. She looked like her. She was taking her place in my heart. I had been afraid I would make that mistake and call her that someday.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not," she said, fervently. "I would love you to think of me as Cindi. I will gladly be your Cindi any day." We hugged each other and cried. I wondered if she would say that if she knew everything Cindi had been to me. Whom was I kidding? She probably would in a heartbeat. I was the one that had a problem with it. Even my wife did not mind.

Finally, I booted them off the couch.

"Go make supper, you two freeloaders. I have some work to do"

"Freeloaders! How dare you!" Amy giggled. Zing! I got out of there before the next pillow flew.

I went into the other room and called Victoria.

"Hello?"

"Hi!"

"Hi. Is everything ok? The last time you called me like this..."

"No," I reassured her. "Everything is fine."

"In that case, Hi! This is a pleasant surprise. I love hearing from you!"

"I have a question to ask you. Katie was kicked out of her house today. Can she stay here?"

Victoria squealed in delight. "Of course she can! You didn't even need to ask. Wait... there's more, isn't there?"

"Well... yeah. Promise you won't yell at me? And you'll tell me honestly what you really think?"

"Ok. What did you do? I am going to yell at you if you don't tell me pretty quick!"

"Well," I stalled, "I just found out that Katie is a foster child. What would you think about us... adopting her?"

There was a long pause. My heart was in my throat. Then I heard Victoria sniffle.

"Are you crying?"

"God, I love you so much!" she said firmly but quietly. "You are so sweet. I think that is the most wonderful idea I have ever heard. You really love her, don't you?"

"I can't explain it, Victoria. I miss Cindi so much, but when Katie is around, it is a little easier to take. I know she's not Cindi, but she just fits in there so well. She needs to have a family so bad, and she wants it to be us. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Mind? I think it is a wonderful idea. We can talk about it with her this weekend. We will need to talk to her mother. She can move into Cindi's room. Even some of her clothes..." Victoria was off and running. Being a Mom. I told her I had to go eat dinner and I would talk to her later.

When I went back into the kitchen, I remembered Katie's cell phone. I brought it into the kitchen.

"Here, Katie, I got this for you today."

Her mouth fell open. She looked at it as if I had just given her a new car. Amy ran over to look at it. They both jumped up and down in the middle of the floor, giggling. Dinner was forgotten for a while as they sat down and did those things that only teenagers know how to do with electronics. Did you know Amy can actually program the VCR we have? Certifiable genius. We do not use it much anymore, but she still programs it whenever it needs it, making sure I am in the room when she does it, just to irritate me. I finally took the phone away from them so we could eat. They looked like I had just taken their puppy to the pound.

"You can have it back after supper. Don't cry, Amy!" She stuck out her tongue at me.

"You must carry that with you everywhere you go, you understand, Katie?" She nodded. "Amy, do you carry yours with you all the time?"

"Usually."

"All the time, Amy. Without fail," I told her. Amy looked at me, head cocked to one side slightly. Then she gave me an imperceptible nod of her head, a serious look on her face.

"Yes, Daddy." I could see the question in her eyes.

Later that night, as I tried to go to sleep, I felt Amy slide into bed and snuggle up to me.

"Are you awake, Daddy?"

"Of course. How could I be asleep with a pretty girl cuddled up to me?"

"Flatterer!" she giggled. There was a pause. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked shyly.

What was this? Lack of confidence from Amy?

I turned over to face her. "Amy, you are just about the prettiest girl I have ever seen. You have to know you're pretty."

"Just about? I know. It's just... you're my Dad. I wasn't sure you would think so."

"It works the other way, pretty lady. Dad's always think their babies are pretty."

"So, do you think I'm as pretty as you did the last time I was in bed with you?" she giggled. I knew right away what she was referring to — the time her hand had accidentally brushed against me. She reached over slowly, and laid her hand against me. "Oh my goodness! I guess so!" She removed her hand. "Thank you, Daddy."

Then, she got to why she really came to see me.

"What's wrong, Daddy? Why do you seem so sad tonight?"

"I'm sorry, honey. I have just been... really missing Cindi today. Some days are worse than others... this has been a bad one." I confessed.

"I know. If you could have anything, Daddy, other than having her back — that's a given — what would you want?"

"I think I would just like to talk to her one more time. Just hear her voice one more time."

"Close your eyes, Daddy," Amy said softly.

As I lay there with my eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen, knowing if Amy was involved it would be good and not boring, I felt a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I'm so glad to be here with you, Daddy, I just love you so much and I know that you love me too and I just miss you so much Daddy and you know I would be here with you if I could, please don't be sad for me Daddy I can't stand to see you sad you know I love you and take good care of Mommy and Amy and Katie for me, ok Daddy?"

My God! Cindi! It was her voice, her way of speaking! I missed those run on sentences. Before I could open my eyes in shock, Amy put her hands gently on my eyelids.

"Uh uh. Keep those eyes closed, or she will go away. Wait here." I felt her leave my side.

A minute later, I swear I felt Cindi's body snuggle up to me. I continued to hear Cindi speaking softly to me, telling me how much she loved me, holding me, kissing me gently on my neck and cheek. Then she said goodbye and left me.

When Amy told me, I opened my eyes. Katie was snuggled up to me, smiling shyly, eyes bright and moist. Amy was smiling gently.

"Ok, I understand the body, which was Katie — she looks and feels so much like Cindi. Thank you, dear." I said, as I kissed her. She blushed. "But where did the voice come from, the manner of speaking?"

Amy laughed. "Daddy, I have lived with Cindi for 13 years. We went everywhere together. We shared thoughts, good times and bad. I know her maybe better than she knew herself. I am Cindi and she is me. I can be Cindi for you anytime you want. All you had to do was ask. I wasn't sure I wouldn't make you sadder if I was her for you, so I didn't dare." She bit her lower lip, a sign she was thinking of asking something. "Have you been dreaming of her?" she asked softly. She noticed my look of surprise. "Me too. Very realistic dreams." She tilted her head to the side. "I don't know what it means. Go to sleep now, Daddy."

Katie started to get up off the bed.

"Oh, no, little girl. After that performance, you have to play Cindi all night tonight. You're sleeping here with me." I said as I held her hands. Amy looked at Cindi's face and laughed. "Not like that, dear. Just to snuggle." I told her.

"Darn!" Katie said sheepishly. She and Amy snuggled with me all night long, one on each side. It was the best night's sleep I had had in awhile. It was the first time I went all night without missing Cindi, feeling sad about her. I love my girls!

I woke up the next morning feeling as well loved as a man could be. Katie was laying on top of me (God, she reminds me of Cindi more every day!) and Amy was snuggled as close to me as she could get without being on top of me, with her head on my shoulder and her arm and one leg thrown over me. Man, I have cuddly girls! Since both of them have really long hair, one blond and the other black, there was hair scattered all over the bed, making a pretty two-tone collage. I just lay there for a while, enjoying the view, with a lump in my throat.

Finally, I decided it was time to begin the arduous task of getting these pretty, sleepy little teenagers up for the day. What is it with these kids, anyway? They are the most impressive bundles of energy all day long, never tiring out; but as soon as they hit the bed, waking them up is like waking up the dead. Maybe I should just make thunder noises in Amy's ear — that would wake her up! Maybe not — she was already in daddy's bed, where she runs to be safe! They moaned and groaned, whined and whimpered as I tried to convince them to get out of bed. Finally, I had to use the nuclear option; the threat of a glass of ice water over their heads. Their eyes flew open immediately when I threatened that; "You wouldn't dare!" they protested, with this 'would you?' look in their eyes. What would adults ever do for fun without teenagers to tease?

I got the girls bundled off to school and then went to work. There was nothing new on either the hospital or the police front as far as the investigations. Everything was fine until about 11:30, when I received a call from the school to come pick up my daughter. The school assured me that she was fine, but I needed to take her home. Puzzled, I arrived to find Amy and Katie in the waiting room of the principal's office. Both looked somewhat disheveled. Amy was mad! Katie looked scared. Before I could talk to them, the principal called me into his office. After introducing himself and exchanging pleasantries, we got down to business.

"We had an altercation here at the school involving your daughter Amy and, as I understand it, another young lady that is in your care, Katie. I brought you in here before you talked to them to let you know that all the eyewitness accounts, and my investigation has verified that neither your daughter nor Katie were to blame for the situation that developed. They did not start it. Your daughter did, however, finish it in rather spectacular fashion. If it were not for Katie's calming influence on Amy, things could have gotten out of hand."

"What happened? How did it all start?" I asked.

"There is a group of girls and boys here who have never liked, nor gotten along with the group of cheerleaders your daughter and Katie are a part of. They have never gotten along well, but there has never been a problem before. Apparently that changed today, due to some emotional stress you daughter has been under?"

"Amy has been under a lot of stress. In the last two months, she has almost died herself from a very serious illness and her twin sister was killed in an automobile accident. She has made remarkable progress in the last couple of weeks, but she is still a little fragile and unstable at times. So, what did the unfortunate "victims" make the mistake of saying or doing to Amy?" I enquired.

"I really hate to even go into what happened, as it was rather crude, but you have a right to know. Apparently, Katie has never been very popular with the crowd outside her immediate circle of friends, and she has been teased a lot. She also apparently has at least a reputation among the gossip crowd of being more sexually active than most of the other girls. We have seen no proof of that, but the rumor is there. Apparently, one of the boys that she has refused to date called her a slut. Several of the girls friendly with him joined in. This has happened before, but this is the first time Amy heard it. Amy calmly informed them that if they wished to continue living in the manner they had become accustomed, they would not refer to her friend that way. Apparently the two of them have gotten quite close." He stopped speaking at this point.

"Yes, they have. But so far you haven't told me anything that would account for my daughter and her friend being in the principal's office." I looked at him questioningly.

"That's true. This part is painful for me to relate to you. Apparently, the group in question then turned their attention to Amy, and... um... asked her if she was going to defend this slut since her own slut sister wasn't around anymore."

I gasped and turned white, I am sure. The principal looked very upset and concerned.

"I guess I should ask at this point how many of those children are still in the hospital."

"It was over pretty quickly. Your daughter seems to have had some good teachers in the art of self-defense. All four of the offending students were on the ground in very short order. By that time, Katie was over her shock and removed Amy from the scene. Fortunately, none of the students were seriously hurt. I think once the parents understand what happened and the ramifications of the nature of the teasing, it will all blow over quickly. I would, however, encourage you to talk to your daughter about over reacting to unpleasant stimuli."

I thanked the principal for his time and understanding, and went out to collect my little juvenile delinquents. Amy appeared to be more scared than angry now; Katie, not knowing how I dealt with such situations, was very scared. I took them out to the car, put them in, and headed for home, without saying a word.

"Daddy..." Amy started.

"Not now, Amy. We will talk when we get home." Both of them looked unhappy.

When we got inside the house, we all sat down on the couch.

"First of all, are either of you hurt?" I asked calmly.

They both shook their heads no.

"Ok. Good. Now, suppose you two explain to me why I had to go down to the school today to pick up my daughter, my sweet gentle daughter who is the apple of my eye, who has never been in trouble in her life, to take her home, because of fighting. Fighting??? What got into you, Amy? I never thought I would be disappointed in you." I looked at Katie. "I'm glad at least someone had enough sense to do the smart thing." I sighed in frustration. I saw Amy's eyes fill with tears. Since she had been a little girl, the most effective way to discipline her was to show disappointment in her.

"Daddy..." Tears flowed down her face as her lower lip trembled and her voice shook. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

I pulled her over onto my lap and hugged her close, as she put her arms around my neck and cried. After a few minutes, she calmed down. I wiped her tears, held a Kleenex to her nose, and told her to blow. She gave me an 'I'm not a baby' look, and then blew her nose.

I kissed her forehead. "Tell me, honey, what happened."

"We were minding our own b... b... business and they started c... c... calling Katie a slut and I told them to s... s... stop, and then they called Cindi a slut," she sobbed. "Cindi wasn't a slut, Daddy, she was r... r... raped! She wasn't a slut!" She cried softly, tears rolling down her face. Katie was looking at us, eyes wide in horror, as she started crying also. She obviously had never heard about what Amy was referring to. She looked terrified; I really did not like the look on her face. 'Please, do not let this mean what I think it means' I prayed.

"And so you beat them up. Amy, both the principal and I were impressed how you handled yourself, but what were you trying to accomplish?

"I was protecting Cindi!" she whispered. She looked at me, confused.

"From what, Amy? Amy, honey, I am so sorry, but Cindi is dead. How did it help her by what you did? How would she have been hurt if you had walked away? Amy, honey, you risked getting hurt, and hurting others, being kicked out of school, and maybe even spending time in juvenile detention had someone been severely hurt. You also risked Katie getting hurt had the fight gone differently. Did you think of that? Did you think that if you get kicked out of school you would have to go to another school different from Katie?"

Amy was crying again, her eyes wide in shock as she looked at Katie. Katie was not paying attention to us; she had a dazed look on her face, as if she was in another world. I was afraid the world her mind was in right now was not a very pleasant place. I was worried about her. Something was going on here.

"What would you have done, Daddy?" Amy asked in a tiny voice.

I sighed. I knew we were going to get here eventually. All I could do was be honest with her.

"Amy, I would probably have kicked their asses, just like you did. And I would have been just as wrong as you were. Reactions like what you had in that situation must be reserved for situations where life is in danger, or protecting the well-being of others, or even defense of property. But you must pick the times very carefully when such actions are used."

"I'm so sorry, Daddy! I didn't think. I just got so mad. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, honey. I understand. You have been through some hard times lately. I probably would have done the same thing had someone said those things about Cindi, especially now. I am not so upset at what you did, honey. I just want you to think next time, that this does not become a habit in how you react to these situations. By the way, honey, where did you learn how to fight like that?"

"I didn't. I just knew what to do. I don't know how."

I turned to Katie.

"Katie, honey, why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed?" She pulled herself away from her thoughts and went into the bathroom.

"Ok, Amy, I've gotten Katie out of here so she doesn't hear things she shouldn't. Now, ask what I can see in your eyes you want to ask."

"What about Mommy, Daddy? How do the things she does fit into this? What about the time at the fair?"

"The fair was a different situation. Both you and your Mother's well-being, if not your life were in danger. They meant to at least rape the two of you. Maybe your Mother over-reacted, but she had reason to be worried and that is how she has been trained. Amy, your Mother is an adult. All adults have to make decisions to do the things they feel are right. Your Mother's job requires her to do things that in other situations or for other people would be wrong. I know she only uses her abilities in situations where she has to, in self-defense or in defense of her family. I have talked to others in her organization and verified that. Even though she is totally committed to what she does, there are many times when she comes home after being out of town that she cries at night when she thinks I am asleep. Don't ever tell her I know that. She pays a price for what she feels has to be done. I respect her greatly for that."

"I understand, Daddy. So you do know what Mommy's job is?"

"Yes, sweetie, I know what she does; I just let her think I don't. I have told you that, too. It is sometimes better to not broadcast everything you know."

Amy looked at me thoughtfully. "Like not telling us everything you do also, right Dad?"

I reached over and kissed her on the cheek. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, Amy. Go kick Katie out of the shower before she uses all the hot water."

After everything that went on that day, and the long talk with Amy, I could not sleep that night. I went down into the basement and watched TV, hoping to fall asleep on the couch. But all I could think of was that look on Katie's face and in her eyes. I hoped she was ok.

My Girls Chapter 14

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Chapter 14



Monday morning when Amy woke up (or rather, I booted her cute little butt out of bed; she would be late for school every day if it were up to her) she seemed more like her old self. She looked fresh, reasonably awake, clean (thank God!), and almost happy. I could still see sadness in her eyes; I rather thought that would be in all our eyes for a long time, but at least I did not see the desperation there. Amy, Victoria and I had breakfast together, a rare treat except lately when Victoria was in town for unpleasant reasons. Victoria told Amy she was going back to work today. She seemed worried about how Amy was going to take it. Amy smiled and had her fun.

"So, does this mean you've forgiven me for decking Daddy? You trust me to be aro

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und him alone?" She cocked an eyebrow in mock severity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They hugged each other and Victoria headed for the airport.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God, I love you so much!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Patrick!" she squealed, laughing.

"Uh uh. Eyes closed." I repeated.

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

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

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

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

"Move forward, little tub piggy."

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

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

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

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

"Please. I can't take anymore."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"VICTORIA!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Victoria..."

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

"Can I talk now?"

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

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

Victoria laughed happily. She was really enjoying this!

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you recognize my voice?" I asked.

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

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

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

Ten seconds later, the phone was answered again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What can I do for you, sir?"

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

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

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

"Number 4 is no longer active, Captain."

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

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

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

"Intensity code M, Captain."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Girls Chapter 7

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Chapter 7



I was alarmed. I had not seen Cindi this upset since the big talk weeks ago. I scooted over and wrapped her up in my arms, and kissed her forehead. I could feel her shaking all over.

"What's wrong, Cindi? Has someone scared you or hurt you? Did you have a nightmare? Talk to me, sweetie".

"Oh, God, Daddy, you are going to hate me so much, I'm such a baby, I tried so hard, I just can't do it, I'm so sorry..." She started crying.

"Cindi, stop. Take a deep breath, slow down, and tell me what you are taking about."

"Well, remember when I wanted you to make love to me and you said no and I tricked you and made you do it anyway and I think you were a little mad but I could tell you really enjoy

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ed it cause you came really good and so did I and it was really nice and I was so happy after we spent all night... um... you know... doing it... and I said I would never touch you again if you didn't want..." I put my hand over her mouth.

"Cindi, take a breath, you're turning blue. You can start a new sentence every now and then, you know".

"Oh, Daddy, you're teasing me! (No, I wasn't - she was turning blue!). Anyway, I really tried to stay away from you but I just miss you and cuddling with you and doing other things so much that I just can't stand it I'm such a baby and Amy saw I was so unhappy today and I hadn't cuddled with you for a long time and she told me to come see you tonight..."

Uh oh! "Amy told you to come see me?"

"Yeah, she said whenever she is down she cuddles with you and that cheers her up, Course, I think she was just lying to cheer me up cause Amy's never down".

"Cindi, I think you are misremembering what was said. You never said you would never touch me again - you said we would never do what we did again if I didn't want to."

"I know, but I just don't think I can just cuddle with you and not want to do more. And I want to cuddle so badly!"

What a mess! I did not know what to do. All I knew was I loved this little girl, and she had gotten such a rotten deal. I could not stand to see her unhappy. She had really seemed happy the last week or so and if making her happy meant breaking a rule now and then, which I had already broken once, maybe I should. If anyone ever found out, would it really matter how many times we had done it? All I knew was I could not leave her this way. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I kissed her. Long. Hard. And passionately. I teased her lips open, and played with her tongue. I kissed her for probably five minutes, and when we finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing so hard we could hardly talk.

"Daddy? What was that for?"

"It means that I release you from your promise, Cindi. I will be there for you anytime you need me".

Suddenly I had 90 lbs of squirming, deliriously happy, incredibly soft and smooth Cindi-flesh in my arms, kissing me everywhere and gushing enthusiastically.

"Oh, thank you Daddy, thank you, you are so sweet and I love you so much and I promise I'll act normal and never tell anyone and I'll make you feel so good and you make me feel so good and I promise I'll get better..."

I did the only thing I could think of to shut her up and keep her from hyperventilating - I kissed her. Her hand started to head south on my body. She looked at me quizzically when I stopped her. I rolled her over on her back.

"It's your turn, Cindi. Tonight is just for you," I said, as I kissed her again, and stroked her hair.

"Oh, goody! Poor me!"

That night I showed Cindi what it really was like to make love. I took it nice and slow, and gentle with her, no matter how much she begged me to hurry up. I wanted her to know how good it felt to be truly loved. I kissed her, stroked her hair, kissed her neck, nibbled and sucked on her ears lobes, sticking my tongue in her ear. I know this will shock you, it is so unexpected from Cindi, but - that made her giggle! Imagine that! By the time I started to kiss down her chest, heading for her nipples, she was already squirming all over the place and asking me to go inside her.

"Calm down, girl. We've got a long ways to go yet before I'm inside you".

"Why are you being so mean to me?" she whimpered, but I could tell she was teasing and was really enjoying my attentions.

"Mean, huh? I'll show you mean!" I said, as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and bit it gently. She squeaked, then held my head close to her, closing her eyes and stroking my hair as she tried to remember how to breathe.

I spent a lot of time sucking, licking and playing with her breasts. Apparently, she had sensitive breasts. I was not surprised - Victoria has sensitive breasts also (I wonder if Amy's... stop it!) Cindi had a small orgasm just from me working on her breasts.

I started sliding my hand slowly down her stomach, following closely behind with my mouth, kissing her pretty little belly. I could feel her stomach trembling with each touch, her breathing getting heavier and more ragged. She gasped and cried out softly as my hand roamed through her sparse pubic hair.

"I don't know how much more I can take," she gasped.

Then I really was mean to her. I started running my hands slowly up and down the insides of her legs, purposely avoiding the most important place as I moved from one leg to the other. I did the same thing as I kissed and licked up and down the insides of her legs, always avoiding where she really wanted me to touch and kiss and lick. When I sucked her big toe into my mouth, licking and biting it, I thought she would go crazy. She was giggling and laughing hysterically, trying to pull her foot away from me, but I held her leg firmly, sucking all five toes into my mouth at the same time, sucking them and licking the bottoms of her toes.

"That tickles! Stop! Please stop! I'm going to pee my panties!"

"No you're not. You don't have any panties on, remember," I said as I kept sucking.

Then I reached up and rubbed her pussy and clit softly with my fingers. She cried out, and then stopped moving and struggling, lying perfectly still. She seemed to stop breathing, and then her whole body stiffened up as she gave a little cry and she shook all over. Then she collapsed and seemed to pass out, or at least she stopped responding to everything. Since she was not resisting, I kept sucking and licking her toes until she started to move slightly again. Then I moved up and took her into my arms, holding her.

Finally, I felt her hand moving ever so slightly, gently playing with my hair, as if the effort was almost too much. She opened her eyes lazily, and looked at me with a reproachful look in her eyes.

"That was really mean, doing that to my toes when I couldn't do anything about it. I will get you for that!"

"Poor little thing. Are you ready for round two?"

"What? Yes... no... maybe... I don't know!

Since she was too weak to resist at all, I moved down, licked her pussy, and sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking and licking. She trembled all over as she held my head tight against her, and then screeched as she came again. As she was recovering, I moved up on top of her and slowing pushed my cock up into her. I slowly made love to her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close, whispering how much I loved her as I stroked her hair. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, panting and crying out softly every time I moved inside her. I kept it slow and easy even when we came together, never speeding up or stopping until we both turned into boneless piles of flesh. She whispered softly that she loved me so much, and then she started crying.

The crying worried me. She had cried after we made love last time too. I know Cindi cried about everything, but still, it worried me.

"What's wrong, Cindi? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done this, I'm taking advantage of you, I'm sorry..."

"No, you're not! I'm fine. I am just so happy. I cry over everything, you know that. It's ok, Daddy".

I rolled us over, and she lay against me, her head on my shoulder, one hand on my chest, one leg lying across me, eyes closed. She sighed contentedly, and whispered "Good night, Daddy. I love you". We fell asleep in that position.

And that is the same position Victoria found us in when she walked into the bedroom to tell me she was home.

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Chapter 6



When Cindi sucked my cock into her mouth, my brain just exploded into nothingness. I could not think, talk, move; it was as if I was electrocuted, as sparks exploded throughout my body. Victoria and I have always had a great sex life, and she was great at oral sex, but I had never felt anything like this. Maybe it was because this was forbidden sex, I don't know, but it was different. I tried one more time to stop this, putting my hands on her head to push it away, and whispering, "No, Cindi, we can't!" She refused to move her head, and just softly stroked my hands and arms. Soon, I was stroking her hair instead of pushing her away. When she looked up at me, I could see the gentle smile in her eyes, as she knew she had won.

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thing else, Cindi's rape had certainly taught her how to suck cock. She sucked softly on the head, stroking the shaft and massaging my balls, then ran her hot little tongue around the head in little circles. Then she took the shaft into her mouth, as far as she could, licking the underneath with her tongue while sucking. She alternated between fast and slow, driving me crazy. It did not take me long until I was ready to fill her mouth, but just as I was about to cum, she stopped and lay down on top of me, kissing my neck and lips. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me with her cute little impish smile, and asked me if I enjoyed that. I could only grunt in frustration. She laughed and said since this was the only time she would get to do this, she was going to make it last. I just hoped I would survive!

Then she started jacking me off, slowly and gently, stroking my whole shaft while again rubbing my balls. Once more, I was ready to come, but she stopped again. She kissed me, long and deep, playing with my tongue, while slowly rubbing and stroking my stomach and chest. Then she asked me if I wanted her to quit. I swatted her butt and told her she was mean. She giggled, then moved down and swallowed my cock again. I thought I was going to die.

After teasing me this way for about an hour, she asked me if I wanted to cum in her mouth. I was so far gone by this time I begged her to let me. She grinned at me sweetly, and said "Anything for my Daddy!" Then she started sucking me slowly, very softly, I could barely feel her mouth. She did not stop this time, as I exploded into her mouth, but she kept moving very slowly. I must have passed out for a second as I came, because the next thing I knew, Cindi had lowered herself down onto my still hard cock and had taken me up inside of her.

I panicked. A blowjob was bad enough, but I could not have intercourse with my little girl! I moaned "No, Cindi, please don't" and tried to push her off, but she lie down on top of me and put her arms around me to hold on. She started moving up and down slowly, driving me farther up inside her, until I was buried all the way inside. Then she just held me, whispering softly to me.

"It's ok, it's alright, you're not molesting me; I want this so bad. Make love to me, Daddy. Show me what it can be like. I love you Daddy. Love your little girl."

She kept whispering to me as she staring moving again. I finally stopped fighting her and started moving with her. I could not have stopped then even if I wanted to. I kept whispering repeatedly how much I loved her; she said, "I know, Daddy".

Since I had already cum once, she was farther along than I was. I watched as my little girl had her first consensual orgasm on my cock. She held me, and cried out softly as her whole body shook. I held her tight and kept pushing up into her as her movements became too spastic for her to keep a rhythm. I kept it up until she came again, and this time I came with her. We fell asleep with my cock still inside her.

When I woke up, Cindi was laying on top of me, her beautiful hair scattered all over the place. As I became aware of my surroundings, I remembered what we had done. I was afraid my greatest fear was going to happen - there was no way I could limit this to just once. I saw her looking at me, smiling, but with a worried look on her face. I started to speak, but she put her finger across my lips to silence me.

"No, I will not let you be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for, I love you Daddy and that was so wonderful and if this is our only time together I am not going to let you waste it on nonsense, now kiss me!" How could I resist an offer like that? I kissed her, and then I started tickling her.

She shrieked and squealed, laughing hysterically. I pushed her over on her back and with no warning, put my head between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth, while putting my other hand over her mouth. She was so surprised she screamed into my hand. I figured we had to keep the noise down a little, as Amy was sleeping in her room. Fortunately, nothing except thunderstorms wakes her up. As I kept sucking and licking her, she screamed "Oh God, Daddy!" and exploded into another orgasm. I continued to suck and lick her, driving her to two more orgasms before she begged me to stop.

I moved up on top of her, spreading her legs apart and kissed her deeply, playing with her tongue, then I slowly slid my cock all the way into her pussy as I reached down and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She was so wet it was tight but easy to get into. It helped also that I am only 6 inches, just the right size for little teenage girls. I felt her jerk and tremble, and her arms flew around my neck and she whispered "Oh Daddy, again?" I slowly moved in and out of her, and soon she wrapped her legs around me, holding me tight and whispering my name repeatedly. We made slow and gentle love for a long time, and when we finally came together, it was more like a gentle rainstorm than an explosion. My girls have always been cuddly, but this last time seemed to have turned on the cuddle gene big time for Cindi. She just kept kissing my face, neck, shoulders, rubbing her hands down my body, whimpering nonstop. Finally, I turned over and let her lay on top of me again. That was how we were still laying when the alarm went off.

Amy was a little worried about us the next day. She told me Cindi had fallen asleep twice in class, and then Cindi and I both fell asleep on the couch watching a move, Cindi on one side of me and Amy on the other. I woke up to find that Cindi had gone to bed, and Amy was sitting on my lap, arms around my neck, kissing my cheek.

"Daddy, are you ok? You never fall asleep during movies".

"I'm just tired, honey. I didn't sleep well last night."

She giggled. "Yeah, Cindi can be hard to sleep with sometimes. Both of you falling asleep? What were you guys doing last night?" she smirked. Fortunately, she was not looking at me when she said that, as I am sure my face was a remarkable sight. She apparently was just joking, as she continued to prattle on about Amy nonsense for a few more minutes while I got my heart under control. I sincerely hoped she did not figure this one out. Right. What were the chances? Certifiable genius.

After a few more minutes, she got up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up from the couch.

"C'mon, Daddy, time to go to bed". I groaned - I was so tired I did not think I could walk into the bedroom and asked her to just let me sleep on the couch. Nope - she refused - Amy always knows best, don't you know? She walked me into the bedroom, sat me down on the bed, and started unbuttoning my shirt, taking it off for me. When she started on my pants, I decided I did not think I was ready for her to do this for me, after last night with Cindi, but she just slapped my hands away and told me to stay out of the way. She undressed me to my underwear, pushed me down into the bed, and covered me up. Then she walked over to the other side of the bed, crawled under the sheet, and snuggled up to me.

"Good night, Daddy" she whispered as she spooned up to me, holding me close. As she moved her hand away from me to pull the sheet over her, her hand accidentally brushed against my, now, hard cock. I was mortified - what was wrong with me? Please, do not let me start with Amy too. Not little sweet, innocent Amy. She did not seem to react, and I thought for a moment that she did not realize what had happened, or she was choosing to ignore it. Right. As if Amy would ever pass up an opportunity to tease. What planet do you live on?

As she cuddled up again, she kissed my ear softly, whispered, "Missing Mom a lot, are you?", and giggled. Was there no end to the supply of giggles for a teenage girl?

"I'm sorry, Amy. I couldn't help it."

She suddenly got serious. "I'm sorry for teasing you, I know you miss Mom and I know I remind you of her a lot. It's ok; I think it's a compliment that you react that way". She hesitated for a minute. "You know, Daddy, we love you a lot, we always will, no matter what. There is nothing you could do to make that change. You take care of us and make us so happy, and we would do anything to make you happy too. Whatever it is that is worrying you, Daddy, its ok. Really." Then she kissed me. Oh, please, do not let her have figured it out already. Please let this little genius have at least one blind spot!

"Besides," she whispered, "I think it's kind of neat that you get hard around me thinking about Mom. Don't worry; I won't take advantage of you!" She giggled hysterically, then snuggled up and went to sleep. Later, when I woke up, she was gone, back in her own bed.

Cindi did not come into my bed that night, nor did she for the next 10 days. Maybe her idea had worked, as she seemed much happier, cuddly again. I realized to my astonishment that I rather missed her in my bed. She was such a sweetheart, so pretty, and I loved her a lot. Cuddling was the thing I missed most about Victoria's absences.

The next 10 days were uneventful. Cindi seemed to be almost deliriously happy, laughing and, yes, giggling incessantly. She teased Amy a lot, and even played a couple of practical jokes on her; things she rarely did. Cindi was usually much too serious for that. After one particularly funny practical joke, that cracked us all up, Amy looked at me and gave me her famous "what?!?" look. I shrugged my shoulders. I figured I knew what it was due to, but I was not going to tell Amy that! When Amy and I were alone for a few minutes, she whispered, "What's up with Cindi?" I whispered back, "I don't know, but I like it better than the other way!"

On the tenth day after our liaison, Cindi seemed kind of quiet and withdrawn that evening. Amy and I looked at each other with the same expression - uh oh. Cindi was nice, not bitchy, just quiet and subdued. Later that night, as I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone crawl into bed with me. I wondered who it was - when Cindi had stopped sleeping with me, Amy had snuggled up to me a couple of nights. I didn't know if she was jealous, or just sensed that I missed the snuggling I had been getting before. It could be both - it was almost uncanny how Amy could often read people's emotions. I waited for whomever it was to snuggle up to my back, but they didn't. When I turned around to look, Cindi was laying there, big sad eyes wet with unshed tears, hands clasped to each other across her chest, trembling like a leaf.

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 don't know how long I sat there. Probably not long. Enough crying. I had to go take care of Amy and Victoria. I tried to make myself presentable, so as not to scare the hell out of Amy, but I figured that after five minutes it would not make any difference anyway. I was just so numb I did not care about anything anymore, except Victoria and Amy. I grabbed a bag of stuff they might need and headed out to the car.

I don't remember the trip to Katie's house. As I drove up to the front and parked, I was surprised to see Amy sitting on the front porch. As soon as she saw me, she ran to meet me, hugging me tight.

"Daddy, what's wrong with Cindi? She's gone; I can't feel her anymore, what's happened, where is she?"

I was confused by what she was saying, and in my traum

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atized frame of mind, was willing to latch on to anything except the job I had to do.

"What do you mean, you can't feel her, Amy?"

"She's not there, Daddy, she's gone, I can't feel her! What's happened to her?"

Amy was starting to get hysterical. The solid rock of my life, her and Victoria, and she was falling apart right in front of me. Might as well get this over with; it was not going to get any easier.

"Amy, honey, I'm so sorry, Cindi was killed in a car accident a little while ago." I managed to get it out without breaking down too badly. I had to be strong for my little girl.

Strangely, Amy actually calmed down some when I told her. She hugged me tight, with her head buried in my chest.

"I was afraid something like that happened," she mumbled. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" she wailed heartbrokenly.

"We have to get to the hospital, honey. I have to check on Mom. She was in the accident too, and I have to see how she is doing."

Instantly, the caring, sympathetic Amy kicked in.

"Daddy. Mommy's OK." I just looked at her. Now was not the time to ask her how she knew that.

I saw Katie run out of the house towards us. She had tears running down her face. She hugged us both.

"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Katie asked.

"No. Something has come up. I have to take Amy home."

"She's not going to come back tonight, is she?" Katie asked.

"No, Honey, I'm afraid not."

"I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed, and ran back to the house. It wasn't until much later that I realized what she had said, and what she had not asked.

I got Amy into the car, and drove to the hospital. We were taken into a private room off to the side. A doctor and nurse joined us immediately. Then a state trooper came in to join us. Amy and I were sitting on an exam bed; she was leaning into me and I had my arm around her. She was crying softly, her eyes closed.

I asked the doctor how Victoria was and the police officer what happened. They looked questioningly at Amy, then back to me.

"Amy, honey, do you want to go lay down in the other room while I talk to these men?"

"NO! I'm not leaving you! Please don't leave me alone," she begged, her eyes pleading with me. I looked at them and nodded to go on.

"Your wife is doing well. Some impressive bruising, a few contusions, and some burns on her hands, but all in all, in very good shape. We will probably keep her overnight, but she can go home tomorrow." He seemed relieved that he could give me some good news, at least. "I think once you hear what the policeman has to say, it will be unnecessary to explain about your daughter." He looked pointedly at Amy, who seemed to be ignoring us, just holding onto my arm as if I were going to disappear.

"Your wife was driving through an intersection on what was apparently a green light for her, when a dump truck ran the red light at a high rate of speed and broadsided her car on the passenger side." I felt dizzy and nauseous. In a low voice, he continued, "Your daughter never felt a thing, never knew it was coming. Accident reconstruction says she was looking at your wife and laughing when it happened. She never knew anything. The driver of the truck was killed. It caught fire and burned after the accident. Your wife burned her hands trying to pull him out to save him." They seemed impressed with her heroism. I snorted. They looked at me strangely. I did not tell them that it was likely Victoria tried to pull him out so she could kill him for killing her baby. "It was likely he was already dead before the fire anyway; preliminary evidence indicated he was dead drunk."

Well, at least my baby did not suffer. You have to take the silver lining where you can get it.

I took Amy upstairs to see Victoria. She was sitting in her room, a blank, desperate look on her face. She did not even notice when we walked in. She looked up when I said her name, and I shivered at the haunted, dead, sad look in her eyes. 'I am so sorry, Victoria' my mind cried.

She stood up, and instantly I had two crying, sobbing young ladies in my arms, as Victoria and Amy cried their hearts out. Yeah, I cried some too, but I tried to be strong for my girls.

"It was my fault," Victoria cried, "I took a shortcut so I could get home to you faster. If I had gone the regular way..." She sobbed brokenly.

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Vickie." I said, emphasizing the name.

She looked up at me in surprise. I had only called her Vickie once before, shortly before we were married. We had had our first, and I think only, argument, on a subject I was not flexible on. Afterwards, she admitted she was wrong when we made up (I don't think she really believed that, she just knew when to quit on that subject) and we agreed that if she was ever being a complete ass, I would call her Vickie.

She smiled faintly and squeezed my hand.

We were in a lull during the crying when a police officer type came in. He reminded me of the jerk, Cop #1. He said he had some questions to ask.

"I'll answer them tomorrow," Victoria stated flatly.

"No. Ma'am, we need to talk about them now. It will only take a few minutes. Now, if you will excuse us..." he said to me. What rock did this ass crawl out from under? The first time I ever heard that tone of voice from Victoria, I knew better than to argue with her. In addition, excusing me from the room? With that attitude, and the present mood Victoria was in, I had no doubt who was coming out of that room alive. Victoria and Amy, almost as one, jerked their heads around and looked at him. Ever hear the terms "Eyes on fire", "Eyes ablaze", or "Flames shooting out of their eyes"? I have seen it now. I had not seen that look on either one of them before, and I certainly did not want to find out right now what it meant. I realized I now had a side bet. Which one of them would kill him first.

I put my hand on his arm. "This is a really bad time. She said she would answer the questions tomorrow. We will see you then. Thank you for coming," I dismissed him politely.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to..."

I tightened my grip on his arm and started moving him to the door as I saw both Victoria and Amy start to get up.

"I don't think you heard me or the lady correctly. No. Now get out of this room while you still can."

There we go. He saw Victoria's face. His eyes widened, and he left, quickly.

"Thank you." Victoria hugged me. "One of these days I need to do something about this temper of mine." I don't think she realized what Amy I had noticed long ago - her temper only showed up when the situation involved the well-being of the girls. I smiled weakly at her.

"That's ok, honey. I'm desperately looking for someone to beat the shit out of too."

She looked stricken. Amy looked up, eyes softening too. "Oh, God, honey, I forgot all about you. I'm so sorry, Patrick." That was a sign of how upset she was. She never calls me by my name. She and Amy came over and held me this time. Amy whispered in my ear.

"It's ok to cry, Daddy. Really, it is." I just couldn't, not much.

I decided we would sleep in the hospital room that night, all three of us. I talked to the head nurse and the doctor, and told them that we were not to be disturbed, for any reason, protocols be damned, unless we called for them. Then I called Chief Haskin, told him about the accident, and asked him to keep his people away from us tonight. I told him about the busy body that had already showed up, that I didn't know what Victoria would do in the mood she was in if someone showed up, and Amy was just as bad. I heard his intake of breath, as he no doubt remembered Amy disarming one of his officers and the rumors he had heard and things he suspected about Victoria, and he assured me no one would be there unless we called.

We got ready for bed. I had grabbed a nightgown for Victoria and Amy before I left the house, plus a few other things. Amy looked a little uncomfortable, and finally, she and Victoria whispered in the corner. Amy went into the bathroom while Victoria came over to me.

"She thought we might want to be alone for awhile, for some special time," Victoria explained. "I told her we wanted our little girl next to us all night long." She looked at me questioningly, her eyes pleading with me.

"I agree. I don't know if you have noticed this yet, but she is deathly afraid of being alone. I don't want her alone tonight."

Amy came back in, and looked nervous. I went up to her, hugged her, then picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, then Victoria and I got on either side of her and sandwiched her in the ultimate snuggle. Amy clung to me all night long. If I had to get up, she whimpered, and then clung to Victoria. When I came back, she clung to me again. I think she cried almost the whole night. I held her and told her we loved her again. That's all I told her. I knew it would never be all right for any of us ever again. I did not see how it ever could be. Once again, I was wrong. Sometimes I really get sick of being wrong, but this time I was glad I eventually was wrong.

The next two weeks were the worst times we have ever had, the worst I could ever envision it could be. If it gets worse than that, I do not want to be here.

Amy slid downhill very spectacularly during those two weeks. The first three days, I expected it. She had lost her twin sister and best friend, for heavens sakes. After a day or two, Victoria and I started to get back to normal. You have to. You do not forget, but you have to; you have to cook, clean, wash, plan a funeral, talk to relatives. After three days, you just have to start acting normal again because you have no more energy to grieve. I always wondered how people in interviews a week after a loved one died talked normal and did not cry. Now I understood. I was not out of energy due to grieving; that would come later. I always took a long time to react emotionally to things. And this was so big. However, I was out of energy, just trying to help and be there, do things for my girls.

The funeral was a mess. Everyone showed up. There were so many people to talk to. I have always hated funerals, but this one was the ultimate. One thing Amy and I agreed on - we refused to go up and see Cindi in the casket. I would remember her from the last night we spent together, or in many other ways, not as a lifeless doll lying in a box. I was afraid if I heard someone say that classic line "Oh, doesn't she look so natural, just like she's asleep", I was going to say, "No, actually she looks just like she is dead!" I spent my time comforting Amy, and to a lesser extent, Victoria. However, every time I approached Victoria, she shortly sent me back to Amy. She said Amy needed me more.

Finally, it got too much for Amy, and she fled the room, crying. I went after her, and found her sitting on a bench, knees pulled up to her chin, arms around her legs, crying. I sat with her, and held her. I didn't know what to say, and she didn't seem to want any conversation. We never went back in.

They had sort of a memorial service in the school gymnasium. The whole gym was packed full. Knowing how upset Amy was, they did not string it out too long. Someone did get a reaction out of her, though. Towards the end, Katie walked up to the microphone. She said she had a special tribute for Cindi and Amy. She was the only one that included Amy too. She then sang, a capella, the most beautiful rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings I have ever heard. It was a special favorite of mine, because it was the song Victoria picked to be sung to me at our wedding. No one even knew she could sing. She had the most beautiful, clear, bell-like soprano voice I have ever heard. When she got to the line, "Did you ever know that you are my hero?" she looked right at Amy and the empty chair that was there for Cindi. There was not a single dry eye in the place. When she was done, Amy, who had not moved during the entire ceremony, got up, walked over to Katie, and hugged her, thanking her. They then held hands as they went to sit down. Amy insisted she sit in the chair set there for Cindi and they sat together the rest of the program. Pretty good for someone Amy never really liked. She reached her when her loved ones could not. As long as someone did.

After that, it got really bad. Amy wouldn't eat. She couldn't sleep at night. She stayed up almost all night, watching TV. Mindless trash she never watched before. Then she would spend all day sleeping in my arms or on my lap. She wouldn't take a bath for days. She insisted on staying in physical contact, or at least in the same room with one of us at all times. This went on and on. Even worse, she turned snotty. The anti-Amy was here. She would tell us to mind our own business, yell at us, or worse, the biting sarcasm. She wasn't teasing now. She had turned into the nasty 13 year old we had always hoped we would not get. The only things that kept me from laying her across my lap and paddling her obnoxious little butt was the knowledge of what she was going through, and the look deep in her eyes that told me she hated what she was doing, but she just couldn't help it. The feeling that there was something going on here that we did not know about; that I was missing something important constantly plagued me.

Victoria and I were so worried, we started keeping an unofficial suicide watch on her. If she ever left the room alone, one of us followed her. Victoria and I were both on open-ended leaves from our jobs, until we got this straightened out. Some thoughtless idiot called Victoria from work about coming in for something stupid; by the time she was done handing their head to them on a platter, I was wondering if she would even have a job. I didn't care - I was sure I could find something for her to do. When I asked her who that was, she smiled faintly and told me it was her boss. I was impressed; I had never heard her set aside work for us so forcefully.

After a few days of this, we decided Amy had to at least bathe or shower or something. I had told Victoria about the baths when Amy was sick - she thought that might work.

I walked up behind her one day and kissed her on the neck. She smiled faintly. Good, I could still get some reaction.

"Come on, Amy, you need to take a shower. You stink, girl." I said. She turned around and gave me a nasty look.

"I don't really care. Stay away from me if you don't like it."

Oops, hit a nerve there. I bent down and whispered in her ear.

"We could take a bath together."

Finally. That got a reaction. She smiled almost prettily, said ok, and got up to go into the bathroom.

"Oh no you don't," I said, as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where I had already run a bubble bath. Well, she didn't exactly squeal in glee, but she did give me a smile, hugged me, and sighed contentedly when she got in. I climbed in behind her, she leaned back against me, and went to sleep.

After two weeks, Victoria and I were desperate. I tearfully told her I thought we were going to lose Amy too, and I could not stand that. Suddenly, all these things started entering my mind that I had forgotten about before. It started with Amy telling me that Cindi was gone; she couldn't feel her anymore when I went to pick her up to take her to the hospital. Then I remembered all the times Cindi and Amy had told me that Victoria was ok, and the time Cindi told me that Amy was not ok. The way they communicated without words in the hospital room. The "dream", which I never believed was a dream that they both had in San Francisco. The way they looked at each other, possibly communicating, when they were trying to convince me that Victoria needed me. Maybe there was something here we were missing.

After Amy and I finished her bath, I brought her out into the living room. She promptly sat on my lap and started to go to sleep.

"No, Amy stay awake. We need to talk"

"Don't want to."

"What did you mean the day I picked you up when you said Cindi was gone, that you couldn't feel her anymore?"

Well! That certainly got a reaction. She looked at me with more fire, more anger in her eyes than I had seen in a long time.

"My sister is dead, Dad, and you are wasting my time playing games, asking me questions you've known the answer to for years? Give me a break and leave me alone."

I was not letting this one go. I moved her head, and held it so I could look directly into her eyes.

"Amy, have I ever lied to you?"

"Every Christmas, when I guess my Christmas present!" She smiled slightly. The old Amy was still in there, I just had to find a way to reach it. She was hurting badly in some way that I just did not quite understand yet.

"Ok, Have I ever lied to you about anything important?"

"Christmas presents are pretty important to a little girl," she replied. "Ok, Dad, no you haven't. What is your point?"

"The point is that neither your Mom nor I understand what you mean when you say you can't feel her anymore."

"Come on, Dad, you know what I mean, that place in your mind where Cindi was, where she lived, the place where you could always feel her, know she was there and ok. Doesn't it bother you that she isn't there anymore?"

Victoria and I looked at her blankly. She looked at us closely. Then I noticed something new on Amy's face - fear.

"You really have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" she whispered.

We both shook our heads. She started crying.

"Oh, God, I really am all alone then! I'm a freak! No one can help me! I wish I had died instead of Cindi! It's my fault. I insisted she go on that trip instead of me! I killed her!" She tried to get off my lap and run into her bedroom, but I held her and wouldn't let her go. She kept trying to get away. She got so desperate she swung around and hit me. Hard. It was so unexpected that I didn't even have a chance to stop her. She had never hit me before. There are just some things you never expect in life, and Amy hitting me was one of them. I felt the room spin, and then I blacked out.

When I came to, Victoria was bathing my head with a warm washcloth. My jaw really hurt. I didn't care for the look in her eyes. I knew she wouldn't hurt Amy, but she was in big trouble. Amy was holding me, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it, please wake up, I love you. Mommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him." She looked at Victoria, and knew she was NOT forgiven. Not yet, anyway. Victoria's eyes said she had had enough of this and something needed to change. I put my hand on her arm, and had her help me up.

"Victoria, it's ok. She didn't mean it. She can't help it. I know now why she's hurting."

The three of us sat and talked for hours. Victoria and I listened in amazement to a story we never knew or suspected.

It seems that Cindi and Amy had always had some kind of mental connection, since as early as they could remember. They had never mentioned it, because they just thought everyone did it. It was all they knew, so it was normal. They always knew where the other one was. Even on opposite sides of the continent, they knew where the other one was. Specific stuff, like she is in the mall downtown shopping. They couldn't tell what store, but knew the location. They were also able to tell the emotions and feelings of the other one. If Cindi was unhappy, upset, afraid, Amy knew it. They were also able, to a more limited degree, to do the same with Victoria and me. Apparently, Cindi was able to block access to her emotions to a certain degree, as she hid from Amy her emotions when she was being raped. Amy did not know how she did that. There were also some times lately when Cindi had been blocking her, from emotions that lasted a few hours. Amy got the impression that they were very intense, and were happy emotions, so Amy didn't worry about it. I could tell her what those were, but I was not going to! The last two years or so, starting in San Francisco, they started to be able to pass some rudimentary thoughts to each other. Their ability to monitor our emotions had gotten stronger. Hence, the ability to tell that Victoria was in trouble in San Francisco. And the ability to tell she was ok. They had lied about it being a dream, because by this time, they were beginning to realize that this was not something everyone could do. They didn't want to be thought of as freaks. They still thought that all of us in the family could do it, at least to some degree, until Amy found out differently today. Apparently, there was a little place in her mind where the knowledge of Cindi lived; it was always there, the feeling that she was ok, happy, etc. Now, that place was empty and black, and Amy was inconsolable. Imagine losing your eyesight. How devastating would that be? This was worse, maybe like losing your eyesight, your favorite sister, and your best friend, all at once.

"So, this is how, when we were in the altercation with the policemen, you told Cindi to stop Mom?"

"Well, yes, but how did you know about that? Cindi wasn't supposed to tell anyone about this stuff, we promised each other."

"Cindi didn't tell me; I heard you, loud and clear, but your lips never moved."

"That is new; I have never been able to do that before." She bit her bottom lip; she didn't seem to care for that at all.

We finally talked ourselves out. We had no solutions. Amy had lost something invaluable, that meant the world to her, and it was irreplaceable. Although we could never replace Cindi, we could fill our lives with other people, other friends. She could not do that. In many ways, Amy was even more upset now that we had talked. She knew she was truly alone in the world; no one was going to come save her. She wasn't sure she wanted to go on.

I was very upset when we went to bed. I had hoped that this would somehow make things better, knowing what the problem was, and all I had done was made it worse. I cried that night, after everyone was asleep. Not grieving for Cindi; I still had not gotten there yet, but grieving for Amy. A lost little girl that I had just hurt even more. I wished I could help; I would do anything to help this lost little girl find her way. Amy's arm tightening around my waist, her little kisses on my neck, and her head on my shoulder dropping her own tears told me my tears had not gone as unnoticed as I thought.

The next day, Sunday, things were even worse. Amy was, if possible, even more surly, rude, and obnoxious. I could see in her eyes how much she hated herself for it. She stayed in her room most of the day. We let her keep the door closed because we did not want her to think we didn't trust her, but we made a point of checking in with her on an irregular basis, but at least every hour or so. That pissed her off even more.

Victoria and I were sitting there, holding each other and trying desperately to think of something to do, when there was a timid little knock on the door. It was 11:00 in the morning. I remember looking at my watch, as it was an odd time for visitors. When I answered it, Katie was standing there. After I let her in, she just stood there, looking lost. Finally, she spoke.

"I am so sorry, Daddy." My eyes welled up with tears at that. She looked so much like Cindi, and she called me Daddy! "I would change places with her if I could. I would gladly take her place if it would bring her back," she sobbed. I looked in her eyes, and I knew this sweet little girl was telling the truth. She would, gladly. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "I love you so much, I would do anything for you, anything at all," she whispered in my ear as she cried.

Finally, I pulled away from her. "So, did you just come over here to make me cry, or is there something we can do for you, little girl?" I said flippantly, trying to get a handle on my emotions. She giggled and looked at me speculatively. Then she got serious.

"Amy needs me. Now," she stated.

"Well, you know where her room is. Be warned. She is in a nasty mood. I hope you can cheer her up."

She smiled gently at me, said hi to Victoria, walked over to Amy's room, opened the door, and walked in, shutting the door after her. That was strange, I thought. Katie is impeccably polite. She never enters someone else's room, or house, without knocking first. Even if she has just been there. I shrugged, and went back to Victoria.

One hour later, there was still no sign of Amy or Katie. I went to her door, and knocked.

"What?!?" Amy hollered.

"Are you ok? You guys need anything to drink?"

"I know where it is if we do. Leave me alone! Stop bothering me!"

"Oh, Amy!" I heard Katie's voice, sounding angry. "You can't talk to him that way! He's your father."

"They won't leave me alone. I'm sick of it!"

"Amy, they are hurting too. Maybe worse than you. You lost a sister. They have lost two daughters, the way you are acting. Do you know what I would give to have a father like that? They love you so much..."

At that point, I stopped eavesdropping, feeling guilty. I sat down next to Victoria again. She saw the look on my face, and did not say anything. After another two hours and no Amy or Katie, I just had to risk Amy's wrath and check again. I knocked on the door again.

"Amy, honey, you ok? Is there anything I can get you?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Thank you." Amy's sweet voice answered me. A pause, then apparently feeling bad for her nastiness at my last knock, "I love you and Mommy, Daddy!" I was too stunned and choked up to even answer. Victoria took one look at my face and knew something had happened.

"What happened?" she asked fearfully.

I smiled and said "Amy's back and I hope she stays."

Amy and Katie finally came out of the room at 5:00. Amy was smiling and they both had been crying. They hugged, and Amy asked Katie if she would see her in school tomorrow. Katie said absolutely. Amy went into the bathroom. Katie started to leave, and then walked over to me. She sat on my lap and whispered in my ear.

"She's ok. She will be fine now. It's ok now."

I hugged her tightly. "Thank you for giving me back my little girl. I can never repay you enough for this. Anything you ever want, just ask."

She giggled. "Careful what you say, I just might take you up on that!" She kissed me softly, then got up and went over to Victoria. They whispered too softly for me to hear. Katie giggled and blushed. Katie, blushing? I am probably glad I missed what was said there! The hugged, and Katie left.

A few minutes later, Amy came into the room. Her face was scrubbed and her hair was combed. Victoria had moved over to the couch next to me. Amy came over, and squished herself down in between us.

"Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry! I've been such a brat lately. I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me. I promise I will try to do better. Mom, please, please forgive me for hitting Dad. I love you both."

We cuddled together for quite a while, and then we all went out for pizza and pistachio ice cream. Well, ok, there are some disadvantages to being a happy family again.

Later, after Victoria went to bed, Amy and I stayed up and talked for a while. I asked her what had happened with Katie.

"Oh, nothing really. We just talked. She made me realize how lucky I was to have parents like you-guys. Made me see what a snot I had been. Dad, I am sorry. Cindi was so important to me." Her eyes were getting wet again. "I just lost it and went to pieces. I'm sure I will have bad days again. Katie will help. She's really nice. She's kind of like Cindi. And she really likes you!" She giggled. Oh, God, how I had missed that sound!

I may not be a certifiable genius teenager, but I can tell when the subject is being changed on me. She was good, though. I let her steer the conversation away from my question... Her changing the subject partially answered the question anyway. Just talked, my foot. My daughter never was a good liar. Well, as long as she was better, I was happy. I was beginning to suspect that Katie was a very special little girl, indeed.

My Girls Chapter 3

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After I cried myself out, I began to think about what I had seen, and what it meant. I now knew why poor little Cindi had been acting so strange. She did not want me to touch her - I could not blame her for shying away from all men, even though it hurt to be classed with those animals. But maybe I should be, after enjoying what I had seen. Let me be perfectly clear on this point - I was not turned on at all by the fact that she was forced and raped. I was glad that still horrified me - I do not know that I could have lived with myself if I had been turned on by that. No, it was just the sight of her pretty little body, and the response of her body as she came, seeing her for the first time as a female, that turned me on.

I thought I also could see why she was fighting with Amy. Un

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fair 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.

My Girls Chapter 4

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Chapter 4



It was a Tuesday when I had my talk with Cindi and she and Amy had their big hug fest. Victoria came home very late Wednesday night, actually in the wee hours of Thursday morning, so I did not have a chance to talk to her until Thursday night. I made some excuse to send Amy over to Rebecca's house Thursday night; as far as I knew, she knew nothing about all of this and I was trying to shield her from it all. I was hoping she bought the excuse - yeah, right. The girl is a certifiable genius. I knew it was likely I was the only one that was fooled.

I told Victoria what had happened, omitting the information about the movie. We called Cindi into the room, and Victoria talked to her about what had happened. Although Victoria has always

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been very calm and laid back at all times, I was a little surprised at how calmly she took all of this. Then she turned to look at me during the conversation, and I saw her eyes, and I got goose bumps all over - I was scared. Before I started my career in the medical profession, I had been trained and worked as a law enforcement officer in a very specialized branch of work that received some very specialized training. I do not scare easily. Victoria normally has very expressive eyes. When she smiles, she lights up the whole room, and when she is just acting normal, without smiling, her eyes only light up half the room. When she looked at me, her eyes were flat and devoid of all expression. I had seen that look in her eyes once before, a year earlier, when three men had tried to hurt Amy. I will never forget that look, nor what she did to those men while I removed Amy to safety and before I could get back to help. The thought suddenly popped into my head that I was sure glad I was not one of those boys

I had figured we would go to the police on Friday, but Victoria announced that she had to be out of town Friday and the weekend. I am ashamed to say that was one of the few times I have ever been really irritated with her. I asked her couldn't someone else do it and was even crass enough to imply that her family ought to be more important than anything else is. She looked like I had slapped her in the face, and then looked at me with big sad eyes.

"Don't you think I want to be there for Cindi"? She looked like she was going to cry and Victoria never cries. My heart melted; I loved this woman so much, how could I even think of implying what I did?

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean that, I don't know why I said it. Please forgive me; I know you love the girls as much as I do. I'm sorry - it has just been a very trying last couple of days". The smile she gave me was forgiveness enough.

The other reason I had been so short with her was that I had to be out of town for my job for the weekend. I really did not want Cindi to be alone over the weekend. She seemed the sanest of all of us, though, and just announced that she and Amy would stay at their grandparents for the weekend. She insisted it was ok - after all, she had been alone for two weeks anyway because she was avoiding or fighting with everyone. It would not hurt her to be with her grandparents for two days

When Amy came home a little while later from Rebecca's house, she walked in, and as she walked by me, she asked in a quiet voice that no one else could hear "Did you get it all straightened out"? Damn! Like I said, certifiable genius. I do not know why I even try to fool her. She never did ask what it was all about, though.

Victoria was not getting back into town until very late Monday night. Since I was getting back Sunday, I told her parents to drop the kids off at the house about two hours before I got back, as they had a scheduling conflict for those two hours. When I walked into the house Sunday afternoon, I knew immediately that something was wrong. Cindi was locked in her room, crying, and Amy was almost beside herself, as close to panic as I had ever seen her. When I asked her what was wrong, she had trouble speaking coherently, but finally managed to say that Cindi had read something in the paper, ran into her room crying, and refused to open the door. I told Amy to go to her room and wait there for me until I called her. She rolled her eyes at me as if I was just the biggest dork in the world, stamped her foot in frustration and stomped into her room. Amy does not get upset often, but when she does, she makes sure you know all about it. And when she gives you that eye roll, you feel about 2 inches tall...

I finally got Cindi to open the door, and sat down next to her on the bed. She immediately hugged me tightly.

"Cindi, honey, what's wrong? Amy is almost out of her mind with worry".

"It's them, Daddy". And she handed me the paper. The front-page story was of a SUV with three teenage boys in it traveling at a high rate of speed that ran off the road late Saturday night on a deserted stretch of highway. All three boys were killed instantly. I recognized the pictures of all three from the movie I had seen, although I did not let on that I knew who they were. The paper mentioned that the investigation was still ongoing, as there was some suspicion that their car might have been forced off the road. I felt chills go up and down my body. After that look in Victoria's eyes on Thursday night, and the sudden unscheduled trip out of town, I sincerely hoped that the sudden thought I had was not true.

Things seemed to return pretty much to normal over the next two weeks. Cindi and Amy were best friends again, Cindi seemed much happier, although she had occasional moody periods, and Victoria was back to out of town much of the time. Like I said, back to normal. I have never been able to figure out how all of us can love her so much, and the whole family gets along so well and functions so well, when she is seldom around. Just shows how truly special she is.

There was one thing that occurred during those two weeks, however, that was a change that ended up being very significant, although I did not realize its significance until later. Monday night, we all went to bed as usual. Victoria was not getting into town until late Monday night. About two hours after I went to sleep, I suddenly woke up. Something was different. Then I realized that someone was in bed with me, snuggled up. At first, I thought Victoria had gotten home early, but I realized that was probably not it, as she always wakes me up. Usually in a very delightful way. We usually stay in bed for the first day or two she is home, making up for lost time. The girls walk around the house going "EWWWW!" and making gagging noises, but they really think it's "cute" and usually keep us in food until we rejoin the living. They do blush a lot, and seem to forget how to talk when they bring the food into the room, though. They are so pretty when they blush! I also realized that it was too small to be Victoria, so I figured it was Amy. She has always been terrified of thunderstorms, and jumps in bed with us every time we have one. However, I had not heard any thunder. Then I realized it was Cindi. I was on my back, and she was snuggled up close, with her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest, sound asleep. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and she smiled in her sleep. Poor little thing. When Victoria got home, she found us asleep together, in the same position. I started to move Cindi back into her own bed, but Victoria said let her stay, she feels safe, and besides, it looked so darned cute. In the morning, before the alarms went off, I woke her up (quite a feat in itself - these girls HATE to get up in the morning), kicked her out of bed, swatted her butt and told her to hit the shower. She looked at me with this fake hurt look, but she giggled on the way to the shower.

The same thing happened the next night, too. And every night during the next two weeks. Cindi would go to bed in her own bed, and then sneak into my room after I was asleep. On the days when Victoria was home, she would crawl in between us and cuddle up to one or the other of us. For some reason, it was important to me to get her out of my bed before Amy woke up. I do not know if it was because I was afraid Amy would be jealous, or if I was just uncomfortable with the situation, knowing my reaction when I saw the movie. It did not bother me that Cindi was in the bed - it just bothered me that Amy would know.

The fourth night it happened, Amy got up to go to the bathroom before the alarms went off and saw me booting Cindi out of bed. I must have looked embarrassed and must have stumbled around trying to explain, because Amy gave me one of her famous eye rolls and said, "Geez, Dad, chill out will you? It's not like I don't know Cindi's been sleeping with you every night". Then she got an impish little smile on her face.

"There isn't something going on between the two of you that I should know about, is there"? She whispered theatrically.

"AMY! That isn't funny!" I said as she practically rolled on the floor laughing - SHE sure thought it was funny! "You are just too easy," she choked out between laughs.

"Cindi's just been going through a hard time lately and needs some extra love and attention", I explained.

"Oh. You mean because of the rape?" She was serious now, whispering.

I swear, my heart stopped beating. Certifiable genius. God I love her!

"How did you know about that"? I gasped, panic setting in.

Eye roll. "Geez, Dad, I'm not stupid. I heard about it at school."

Dad. That meant I was being a dork again. Now I was really panicking.

"Oh, God, Amy, we have to stop that from getting around! We cannot let Cindi hear about it! She'll just die if she finds out people know"

Then I got scared again. Amy gave me a cold little smile, and her eyes had that same flat, expressionless look as Victoria's had last Thursday when she found out about the rape. Where did my sweet little baby with the sweet smile and twinkling, expressive eyes go?

"Don't worry, Daddy, I took care of it. No one will ever mention it again".

"Amy... what... did you do?"

Her eyes were back to normal, and she had that cute, impish little grin again.

"Remember Robert, the football player that you think it is so cute that he has a crush on me? Well, he really has a crush on Cindi - he just hangs around me because he is too shy to talk to Cindi and that way he can be around her. I haven't told Cindi yet just because I think it is so funny to watch the two of them dance around each other. God, my sister can be such a dork sometimes. When I heard the rumor about the rape, I told him. I have never seen somebody so mad before. He only had to break one nose before he knew that there was only one copy of the movie, it had disappeared, and only one guy, besides the three involved, the one whose nose he broke, had seen it. He has assured me that no one will ever mention it again," she giggled.

"Amy, Cindi must never know there was a movie." I said. Then I realized what I had said. Oops. No question about what movie, no surprise. Smart. Damn. Maybe she would miss it.

Certifiable genius. Her eyes widened briefly, and then she looked at me for a couple of seconds. Then she got a sad look on her face.

"How was the movie? It was hard for you to watch it, wasn't it? So, did you run those guys off the road, or was it Mommy?" she asked quietly. Something in my face must have told her something, as she reached up, put her arms around me in a big hug and kissed my cheek. Then she walked away. I was desperately hoping she would never figure out the other reason I was upset about watching it. In addition, I knew I had not run those kids off the road. I wish I could be sure Victoria had nothing to do with it. I was worried, though. I already knew from experience you do not mess with her babies.

One night, about two weeks after Cindi had started to sneak in bed with me, I was sound asleep, having a wonderful dream. Victoria had come home early, and was in bed with me, playing with me. She was very passionately kissing me, rubbing my chest with one hand, and had her other hand inside my underwear, softly, gently rubbing my cock and balls. As I slowly began to wake up, I began to realize that this was not a dream. Victoria really had come home early, and was really playing with me. I was thrilled! I reached out my hand to rub her breast, and suddenly felt cold all over. Victoria has small breasts, but not that small. Her body was not that small either. Trying not to panic and scar somebody for life about sex, I slowly opened my eyes and looked into the nervous, tentative smile of my daughter Cindi.

My Girls Chap 2

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Chapter 2



The video started out harmless enough. Cindi was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend, watching TV in our basement. He had his arm around her, and occasionally they would kiss. A couple of times he would try to go a little farther, but she stopped him and told him no. Both Cindi and Amy had stated on several occasions when we talked about sex (with my wife out of town so much, we talked about EVERYTHING when the time was right) that they were not ready for any kind of sexual involvement. From the angle of the scenes, the camera was obviously in a room behind and to the right of the TV. It was also obvious from the quality of the tape that someone was manning the camera, or someone had set it up that knew a lot about filming and lighting, etc.

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.. It was also obvious from the tape that Cindi had no idea that the camera was there.

After a few minutes, Cindi's boyfriend got up, went into the kitchenette/bar, and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. He apparently must have opened the back basement door, as when he came back he had two friends with him. Cindi was a little surprised, and a little nervous, since she and Amy were home alone and she wasn't even supposed to have her boyfriend there, but the were all friends so she wasn't too worried. They started horsing around and kind of wrestling around, like they often did, and Cindi was giggling and having a good time. Even when her boyfriend grabbed her ankles and one of the other boys grabbed her hands and stretched her out on the couch, she still thought it was funny and was playing along. It wasn't until her boyfriend started undoing the belt and button on her shorts, and the third boy started to unbutton her blouse that she realized what was happening and started to panic. She began to struggle to get away and said, "What are you doing!?! No, stop!" When they ignored her, she started to cry and started begging them "Please, no, please don't do this to me. Please stop!"

Being 5' 1" and 90 lbs, there was nothing she could do to stop them and they soon had her completely naked on the couch. Her boyfriend spread her legs apart, and went down on her, licking her pussy and licking and sucking on her clit. The second boy was playing with and sucking on her small but pretty little breasts and nipples, and the third boy had his shorts off, and was kneeling above her head, trying to push his hard cock into her mouth. He was holding her head with his hands, keeping her from turning away as she was trying to do. She was crying, begging them to stop, and when the boy above her head told her to suck his cock, she whispered "No, never!" He didn't seem concerned at all, and said, "That's ok, you don't have to". I could see the relief on her face, until he said, "We'll just go upstairs and get Amy, and make her suck it. She's prettier than you; I would rather have her suck me off anyway". I saw a look of terror cross Cindi's face and she whispered "No, please, please don't hurt Amy. I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt her!" He just looked at her expectantly, and touched the head of his cock to her mouth again. Cindi started sobbing, and after a minute slowly opened her lips and let him push his cock into her mouth.

After several minutes of her boyfriend working her over with his mouth between her legs, and licking her little ass hole, I could tell from watching the video that Cindi was beginning to have another problem that I don't think she was even aware of yet. Her boyfriend was obviously not a beginner at oral sex, and her legs and hips were beginning to twitch and move as her body started to respond to his actions. He would suck her clit into his mouth, then run his tongue around it in little circles, first slow, then fast, and then slow again, all the while maintaining the suction. Then he would run his tongue back and forth rapidly across her clit, again still maintaining the suction. Then front to back, back and forth, fast, and then slow. She didn't even notice that she had unconsciously spread her legs farther apart to give him more access. It was becoming obvious to me that she was not going to be able to take much more of this without having a shattering orgasm, like it or not. It didn't help that the second boy was really working on her nipples, and they were hard. The boy whose cock she was sucking told her to run her tongue across his cock, licking it as she sucked, and to rub his balls. She refused, until he mentioned that he bet Amy would be really good at rubbing balls, and told the guy working on her breasts to go upstairs and wake her up and bring her down. Cindi's response of "No, please no!" was muffled by the cock in her mouth and she immediately started licking and sucking, and moved her hand up to rub his balls. When she sucked on just the head of his cock, she would stroke the rest of his shaft. I think she was trying to get him off as soon as possible to get it over with. As she continued to suck and lick him, and fondle his balls, he started breathing heavily and moaning. Although she was a little awkward at first, it was clear she was a fast learner, and was really doing a good job on his cock. It was also clear from the look on her face and the tears rolling down her face that this was not something she wanted to be doing. Clearly, she was trying to do the best job she could to protect Amy. The boy was obviously enjoying it tremendously, moving his cock in and out, to various depths, alternating between fast and slow strokes, varying the sensations as much as he could. He told her how to suck lightly, then harder just on the head, and how to lick around the head, making him moan in ecstasy. He even forced her to deep throat him a couple of times, but stopped that when it looked like she might throw up from the gag reflex. She really started sobbing when he made her lick his balls and ass hole. It wasn't long after that he announced he was going to cum. Cindi tried to take his cock out of her mouth, but he held the back of her head and told her if she didn't swallow it all he would do Amy next. By this time, Cindi's whole body was shaking as she neared the first orgasm of her young life, at least the first one given her by someone other than herself. The third boy, about that time, shoved his cock deep into her mouth and came, shooting several shots into her mouth. She sobbed as she swallowed it all. As he took his cock out of her mouth, she cried out desperately "Oh, God, please stop, please don't do this to me!", then he covered her mouth with his hand as her whole body convulsed as she came. She screamed, but his hand muffled it. Her boyfriend kept licking and sucking, holding her legs as she tried to get away, and just kept eating her and sucking her clit, with a finger inside her pussy, as she came repeatedly, her back arching up off the couch. Finally, she collapsed back on the couch, and lay there sobbing and crying as she tried to catch her breath, shocked at how strongly her body had reacted.

At that point, the two other boys backed off, and her boyfriend lay down on top of her. He began kissing her, telling her he was so sorry, but she was so pretty, and he just had to have her. He began kissing her neck, kissing her mouth and forcing her lips open, playing with her tongue. He softly and gently stroked her hair, telling her he loved her and he was sorry. She was so traumatized that she began to respond to his "kindness". I was shocked as she stopped sobbing, and was crying less. I watched as finally, her arms went around his neck, and she began kissing him back. Unfortunately, for her, this was just the prelude to round two.

As he kissed her, and whispered to her, he had his legs in between her legs, so her legs were spread. As she closed her eyes and kissed him back, he reached down, took his cock, and in one stroke shoved it all the way up into her wet pussy. She screamed, but with him kissing her it was hardly heard. She was crying and sobbing again, begging him to please stop, and then she just seemed to lose all will to fight. It was obvious that she did not want this to happen, but that she realized resistance was futile. Her boyfriend told her to wrap her legs around his waist, and she did without any resistance. After a while, he held on to her tight and rolled over, so that she was on the top. He held her down against his body so she could not get away. When the boy that had been playing with her nipples moved up to her mouth, she seemed resigned to what was happening, and turned her head towards him, taking his cock in her mouth without even being told to. She also began rubbing his balls, all the while with tears streaming down her face. The two of them continued to fuck her, pushing their cocks into her repeatedly, first slow, then fast, then slow again, alternating speeds and depths to keep her off balance. She continued to shake all over, moaning and whimpering as she tried unsuccessfully to keep her body from responding. She continued to be rocked by small orgasms as they worked on her, changing speeds and stopping occasionally to keep her from having a full orgasm. As the one boy finally came into her mouth, he merely said "Remember Amy" and she swallowed it all, licking his cock clean as she rubbed his balls, crying all the while. As he took his cock out of her mouth, her boyfriend pulled her down against him again, holding her close, kissing her again. It was obvious why as I watched what she couldn't see.

The boy whom she had originally sucked off had moved in behind her, and I saw him spreading Vaseline on his cock. As he started to push it into her ass, she cried into her boyfriend's mouth "O God, no please don't, not that!" He held her tight as he pushed it all the way in, and they began a coordinated assault on her pussy and ass. She cried and begged for mercy, but they ignored her and continued to fuck her. As one pulled out, the other pushed in, so there was always a cock pushing up into her. The third boy once again put his cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck him. It was not long before her body began to betray her again, responding to the constant and varied stimulation. After a while, she started struggling less, as her ass became used to the invasion. She joined them in her second orgasm as they shot their sperm together into her pussy, ass and mouth. When they got up off her, I could see the relief in her face that it was all over. Then she cried out in anguish and despair as she realized they were just trading positions.

Over the next two hours, I watched the three boys fuck my little girl in every conceivable way. Each one fucked her ass, mouth and pussy, usually all three being fucked together. I do not know how many times she came that night - I doubt she knew either. After a long while, they dressed and left her curled up in a ball on the couch, eyes closed and sobbing. She apparently never saw them take the camera out with them.

When the tape ended, I sat there on the couch in shock. My first thought was to find these bastards and kill them for violating my precious little girl. My second thought was no wonder poor Cindi had been acting so strange and so upset all the time Finally, I became aware of something that horrified me even more; I was turned on and excited by watching my little girl's body and watching her having orgasm after orgasm. Hating myself for it, I even watched it again. I hated the fact that she was being raped but I was so turned on by her responses. Suddenly I was so turned on by a 13-year-old body, of my daughter no less, when young girls before had never attracted me. After watching it the second time, I shut off the VCR and TV, hid the tape where it could not be found, and sat back down on the couch. Then I cried my eyes out, as I thought what had happened to my precious little girl and what a degenerate I had become.

Catholic Nun Has Sex During Sermon

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Catholic Nun Fucks Young Man On Stage During Sermon.

Short story by Carolyn Matthews.



The Father of our Church fell ill suddenly, and he summoned me

to his office. He says "Carolyn, please fill in for me today,

and God Bless you!"



Oh my God, this is the moment I have been waiting for! I quickly

run out of his office to the Nun's private bathroom. I strip out

of my Nun's uniform, ta