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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) Neighbours daughter ch. 17-20 (mf ff teen rom) by Henrik Larsen
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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



Even though it is a repost of a fairly recently posted story, I still 
appreciate your comments. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.



This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their 
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant 
encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.





The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 17.


Both my parents and my brother came and helped me with the move. I'm sure 
the only reason my mother came along was to see Sophie. She knew I had a 
girlfriend, but she didn't know much more than that. I didn't want to 
involve my parents in Sophie's situation, so I'd only told them that she was 
in high school and that we were seeing each other. Mum was so disappointed 
when she found out that Sophie wasn't going to be there. I had to promise 
her to introduce Sophie soon, if the relationship lasted. That I was sure 
of.

I moved on a Saturday. Sunday, Sophie had told her parents that she was 
going to an all day event - I think it was an exhibition - with Nina. Her 
parents would have no way of reaching her and we would have all day 
together, alone and undisturbed. I picked her up at ten in my new car. She'd 
seen the house while I was fixing it up, but it was the first time she was 
really going to see it.

She was dying to see the whole house, but she'd also prepared a game or role 
play for us. We'd tried role playing a couple of times over the past month, 
but it had been fairly spontaneous. This one Sophie had planned for weeks, 
while I was busy preparing for the move. She'd told me about it and it 
sounded exiting.

In short, she was a spy and she had stolen something. I was going to search 
her thoroughly and then try to make her talk, which of course included a 
little spanking and a lot of sex. She'd indicated that I probably would need 
to tie her up at one point, perhaps also blindfold her and she had asked me 
to consider other ideas to make her talk. I'd spent a considerable amount of 
time, trying to figure out what she wanted me to do and I had come up with 
one idea. I hadn't told her. It was going to be a surprise.

Sophie was already in love with the house and she liked it even more, when 
she'd seen all of it. The ceilings had very beautiful stucco and there was a 
romantic open fireplace in the living room. The inside of the house looked 
even bigger, now that the plastic I'd used to cover the floors with, was 
gone. The garden was very secluded and divided into several small gardens, 
connected by hidden trails, designed to bring up the child in almost 
everyone who saw it.

After we had finished the grand tour of the house and garden, we were ready 
to begin the game. It was actually hard to get started this time, probably 
because it was planned and we both were very excited. I asked Sophie to 
change into one of my old t-shirts and when she'd done that I tied her hands 
behind her back.

I had chosen the settings and we started in the living room. The curtains 
were drawn close and I'd lit a fire in the fireplace. The room was dark, 
primarily lit by the fire and it created just the right mood.

"So, are you going to tell me where you hid it?" I asked.

I tried to speak with a squeaky accent like an actor in a movie I'd once 
seen. Sophie shook her head defiantly.

"Then I'll have to make you tell me," I said. "But first, I'll search you 
and see if you have been foolish enough to hide it on your body."

I stood in front of her and began a full body search, starting with her 
shoulders moving down her back, then her stomach up to her tits. I paid 
great attention to her tits, kneading them thoroughly to make sure she 
hadn't hid anything in the bra.

I knelt and went over her arse, kneading it, too. Then down her legs on the 
outside and up again on the inner side, ending with her crotch.

"You won't find anything," Sophie snorted.

"Are you sure," I said, and rubbed her lips through the tight jeans.

Sophie didn't say anything.

"Then I think we better do a closer search," I said and stood up in front of 
her.

I'd prepared the T-shirt in advance. Sophie got a bit of a shock when I 
grabbed the rim in the neck and brutally ripped the shirt open. She had a 
strapless bra on, as I had asked her. I ripped the shirt to pieces until it 
was all off. Then I snapped the clasp on her bra open and let it fall to the 
floor.

"What pretty little breasts you have," I said and caressed them. "But I 
mustn't forget what I'm doing. I'll enjoy your nice titties when you have 
told me what I want to know."

I pinched her nipples between my fingers, pulled them out and let them snap 
back.

"You'll never make me talk," Sophie hissed.

"Maybe I don't need to make you talk. Maybe I'll find what I'm looking for," 
I said and opened the button in her jeans.

It was quite difficult to get her jeans off, but eventually they came off 
along with her panties. Her socks went last. I ran my hands up her inner 
thighs to her crotch and felt how wet and hot she already was.

Mrs Larsen had left me a heavy wooden chair with armrests.  I untied 
Sophie's hands and tied them again behind the back of the chair, when she 
sat down. I pulled her legs up over the armrests and tied them loosely. When 
I had finished, she was sitting on the edge of the chair with her legs wide 
apart.

I'd been to the chemist and bought a pair of thin latex gloves. I'd also 
bought some gel, the kind doctors use when they are performing such 
examinations. The girl behind the counter looked like she knew what I was 
going to do with the gloves, the gel, and the plastic test-tubes with 
rounded ends that I bought. I was blushing and felt like the first time I 
had to buy condoms. Ridiculous, really.  Sophie stared at me with great 
anticipation while I put on the gloves.

"Maybe it will fall out, if you are wet enough," I said and knelt in front 
of her.

She was as wet as she could be, but that didn't matter. I began to lick and 
suck her pussy. Nothing came out except more juices. I pressed two fingers 
into her while I kept sucking, as if I was trying to feel if there was 
anything in there. Sophie was moaning loudly, probably enjoying that she 
didn't have to be afraid that someone was listening.

I didn't want to make her come already, so I stopped and sat back to watch 
her pussy by firelight. It looked beautiful as always, lips swollen and 
puffy and her clit peeking out from under the little hood.

Sophie moaned frustrated and looked down at me. I squeezed out a glob of gel 
on my fingers.

"There is one more orifice I have to examine," I squeaked.

Sophie shivered when I put some gel on her tiny hole with my finger. I 
circled around the hole with the tip of my index finger until I reached the 
centre. Sophie held her breath. The gel made the latex very slippery and it 
didn't tale much pressure to open her. Very slowly, my finger entered her 
tight arse.

Sophie gasped and strained a little in her bonds. I'd made the ropes of 
pieces of old towels and they were soft and loosely tied. They would leave 
no marks. Half way in, I stopped and pulled back again. She grabbed my 
finger very tight, but the gel made it easy to slide in and out.

"Maybe I should search a little deeper?" I said as I pushed my finger in 
again.

"Yes," Sophie moaned. "Search as deep as you want."

In a couple of slow strokes, my index finger was as deep as it could get. I 
slipped two fingers into her pussy again and began to move them in and out, 
alternating with the finger in her arse.

"Are you going to tell me where it is? I asked her.

"No!"

"Not even if I do this," I asked and closed my lips around her swollen clit.

"NoooOOOOO," Sophie whined and strained in her bonds.

I sucked her clit and flipped my tongue over it. At the same time, I pushed 
all three fingers deep into her. Sophie let out a high pitched sounds and 
her stomach convulsed. Had she been able to move, her thighs would have 
squeezed my head. It was a little unexpected and certainly not planned that 
she should come already, but I had misjudged her excitement.

After I had untied her, I took a paper towel to wipe the excess gel off. It 
took her a few minutes to regain her composure. With an orgasm like the one 
she'd just had, I was sure that she needed a long break, before we continued 
the game, but I was wrong.

"If that's the way you've planned to make me talk, you're a fool," she said.

She sounded very triumphant.

"So I have to get rough on you?"  I squeaked.

"I'm trained not to talk. You'll never make me," Sophie said.

"We will see," I said. "I will bring you to the bedroom and continue there. 
Then you can prove how well you are trained."

I helped Sophie up from the chair and led her to the bedroom. It was as big 
as my old living room and dominated by the big brass bed. The air felt cool 
after we'd been in front of the fire for so long. Kind of nice.

"Lie down on your stomach," I ordered.

I tied her ankle to the bedposts, spreading her legs wide apart. I didn't 
tie her hands and it puzzled her at first. I think she assumed that I would 
do it when I had undressed, but I just knelt in front of her, naked. Sophie 
got the idea and raised herself on her elbows.

My cock was right in front of her mouth and as I leaned forward to reach her 
buttocks, I had expected her to open her mouth and take it in, but she 
didn't. My cock brushed against her face. I gave her cute bottom a light 
slap.

"Open your mouth!" I ordered.

"Nnnnn," Sophie hummed and shook her head.

It surprised me a lot, and it took a few seconds to figure out what she 
expected me to do to make her open her mouth.

"I will have to spank you harder, until you do," I said.

Sophie nodded. I positioned my cock on her lips and began to spank her, 
pausing between each slap. I used a little more strength every time. After 
the fifth slap, she opened her mouth and let my in. Not because I spanked 
her very hard, more likely because she was too excited and wanted to open 
her mouth. It was sometimes hard to stay in the role.

I'd planned this part to last for some time, so I eased of the strength and 
slapped her buttocks lightly, pausing between each slap. Every time I leaned 
over her to give her beautiful bottom another slap, my cock was forced into 
her mouth, but Sophie could control the depth with her hand around the 
shaft. That was the reason I hadn't tied her hands.

At first, she only took about half my cock into her warm moth, but then she 
let go of my shaft and my cock hit the back of her throat. I could feel the 
swallowing motion of her throat. It felt as if her throat expanded a little 
bit when she swallowed. My cock was just about to go all the way down her 
throat.

Sophie was breathing noisily through her nose. Every time my cock hit the 
back of her throat, it felt as if it was going to pass the constriction and 
go in deep if I put a little more pressure on, but I didn't dare. I pulled 
out completely. Sophie looked up at me with feverish excitement in her eyes.

"I won't talk, even if you force all of your cock into my mouth," she 
gasped.

I had kind of promised myself never to use force, but I was too excited and 
too much into our little play. Leaning over her again, my cock hit the back 
of her throat. I kept the pressure on. Sophie's stomach sort of cramped and 
she made a gargling sound. She swallowed hard and suddenly something gave 
way. My cock went down her throat until her nose touched my stomach. I 
didn't take time to feel what it was like; I just pulled back very quickly. 
Sophie coughed and tried to clear her throat. She looked up at me 
triumphantly and forgot her role completely for a moment.

"I did it!"

Then she quickly resumed her role.

"You can do it as much as you like. I'll never tell," she said.

Sophie was still smiling triumphantly and added whispering: "I can't wait to 
tell Nina."

It was easier the second time and I was able to enjoy the very tight 
feeling. Sophie didn't convulse, but she made a gargling sound. Still, the 
most exciting thing was to see my cock disappear completely into Sophie's 
mouth. I forgot all about the game and about spanking Sophie's cute bottom. 
Sophie pushed me away after a while.

"Spanking me . . ." Sophie had to clear her throat, "won't help you either."

I was much too excited to answer. When my cock disappeared into her throat 
again, I resumed the spanking. I was in a daze. Sophie took my cock down her 
throat several times before I had to back off to avoid coming. I still had 
one more thing planned.

When I looked down on Sophie's bottom, I realised that I'd lost control for 
a moment and spanked her pretty hard. Her buttocks had an angry red colour 
and looked very hot. She didn't complain, though. She didn't even rub her 
buttocks, she just looked up at me in anticipation of what was next. This 
time it was I who needed a moment to clear my brain.

For the next and last part of the game, I'd prepared a few things in 
advance. Two loops of torn towel were already tied to the top bedposts. I 
untied Sophie's legs and asked her to lie on her back. I tied her arms above 
her head and tied them to the top of the bed. Then I picked up a dark scarf. 
The element of surprise was important.

"You will have to be blindfolded," I squeaked and tied the scarf around her 
head, covering her eyes.

One by one, I put her legs through the loops, positioning them at her knee 
joints. Her legs were spread wide and her arse raised slightly. I'd 
neglected her tits all day and now was the time to give them a little 
attention. I treated them tenderly, licking and sucking her nipples for 
several minutes. I loved Sophie's small, firm tits and she loved it when I 
licked them. I almost forgot that I had more in store for her.

I had to leave her for a moment to get the test tubes from the fridge. I'd 
put them there before I went to pick up Sophie. They were filled with 
crushed ice and water, very cool to the touch, four of them in all.

Sophie had a chance to relax and cool off while I fetched the test tubes. 
Despite the temperature, I was sure that the tubes were going to make her 
hot. I lay down on my stomach in front of her crotch. Her buttocks hadn't 
cooled much. They were still blushing red and were very hot to the touch. I 
kissed them lightly. Sophie didn't know what to expect and jerk when I 
touched her poor bottom, but she relaxed when she felt the soft kisses.

I took the first tube and pushed it gently into her wet pussy. It was thin 
and entered her easily. Sophie gasped in surprise and tensed.

"It's cOOOOOLD," she screamed.

I pulled it out again and ran it over her inner lips up to her clit. Sophie 
shivered and cried out. It was wonderful not to have to worry about anybody 
hearing us and Sophie held nothing back.

"UUUUUUH, IT'S SO COOOLD!"

I put the tune inside her again and took another. Since I had neglected her 
tits for so long today, I teased her nipples with the cold tune. The skin 
around her nipples contracted and they got very hard. When they couldn't get 
any harder, I moved back to her pussy. I chilled her clit with the tube, 
prompting a lot of high pitched cries from her.

"Oh, your little clit is getting so cold," I squeaked. "Let me warm it."

I sucked her clit into my mouth for a moment, before I held the cold tube 
against it again. It was driving Sophie up the wall. I just wanted to add a 
little bit more to make her go completely mad. I took the third tube and 
held the rounded tip against her arse.

"Oh GOD," Sophie cried out.

Her tiny hole clenched, but seconds later, it relaxed a little and the thin 
tube slipped in. Sophie moaned incomprehensively and threw her head from 
side to side. I held a tube against her clit, and then licked her clit 
before using the tube again. Sophie tensed and tried to straighten her legs. 
I hadn't tied the ropes that held the loops very hard and they couldn't 
stand the pressure. With her legs free, she stretched out and pressed her 
thighs tightly around my head. Her back arched until she was resting only on 
her heels and the back of her head.

My hand was caught between my cheek and Sophie's thigh and I'd lost my grip 
on the test tube I held against her clit. I just sucked her clit into my 
mouth and flipped my tongue over it. Sophie jerked rigidly a couple of 
times. Then she released my head and rolled away from my mouth the best she 
could with her hands still tied over her head.

When I had removed the tubes and the blindfold, I untied her hands. Despite 
the soft cloth I'd used, there were marks under her knee joints. I just 
hoped they would go away quickly. Sophie didn't notice. She was completely 
exhausted.

"I'll talk now," she gasped. "God, it was great."

It was and I was very, very excited. I lay down next to Sophie and kissed 
her deeply. She couldn't help noticing my cock poking into her thigh.

"I think I need something warm inside me now," she giggled.

I crawled on top of her and she welcomed me between her thighs, guiding my 
cock into her sopping wet and very hot pussy. I sank in like a hot knife 
through butter. We just lay there for a while, looking deep into each other 
eyes.

"It's right here," Sophie said and pointed to her chest.

"What is?" I asked.

"My heart. And it belongs to you. Always."

It sounds so corny now, but it was really touching back then. She meant it.

"I love you so much, Sophie."

We made love, slowly and tenderly. I stopped every time I was close to 
coming and then began slowly again. We kissed and whispered in each other's 
ears how much we loved each other. Suddenly, Sophie stopped.

"Eric, can't we take the duvets and put them in front of the fireplace? I 
want to make love to you in front of the fireplace."

A minute later, the duvets were laid out, and I'd put more wood into the 
fire. The living room was very warm and just arranging the duvets had made 
us sweat. I lay down on my back. Sophie straddled me and impaled herself on 
me.

The flickering light from the fire made Sophie look like she had a fire 
burning in her eyes. She was sitting up straight. She didn't move, but she 
used her internal muscles to squeeze my cock. It felt wonderful. I reached 
up and pulled her down to me. For ten minutes, maybe more, we moved slowly 
against each other, sometimes only fractions of an inch, until I couldn't 
take more. I'd built up so much excitement, so much pressure, and it had to 
come out.

We didn't really move faster, just more intensely. Sophie's pussy squeezed 
my cock more than ever - at least it felt that way - and I felt like my 
balls were going to explode. I held her so close and thrust up into her, 
hard and determined, two or three times, as deep as I possibly could. I 
think it was much like when Sophie came: I arched my back, resting only on 
my heels and the back of my head. It felt as if everything drained from me, 
all my energy. For a moment it was like I was going to pass out. It was so 
intense, almost painful, but wonderful.

When we had recovered, we began to feel the heat from the fire. We were both 
slightly roasted on the side turned against the fire and we got up quickly. 
The temperature in the room was tropical and we had to create a draft to get 
it down to normal. What a way to start life in my new, old house.


(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001




The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 18.


I missed Sophie. After I'd moved, we didn't see each other quite as often as 
before. She couldn't just pop in if she had half an hour. She would have to 
take the bus or I'd have to pick her up, usually the later. She had a key, 
like she'd had to my flat, and I loved it if she was there when I came home 
from work. She still did that every now and then.

One Tuesday in late April, Sophie was there when I got home. I was home 
rather late and it irked me that I hadn't come home before, because Sophie 
probably would have to go home soon.

"Hi, my love. Been here long? I'm sorry I'm so late," I said.

"I've . . . I'm here to stay. I'm not going back this time," Sophie said.

"What happen?" I asked.

I sat down in the sofa next to Sophie and pulled her close to me. She didn't 
look at all happy.

"I forgot to take off the heart you gave me for my birthday. Mum wanted to 
know where I got it and I decided to tell her. I mean, I told her I got it 
from my boyfriend. She just went through the ceiling. She began talking 
about sending me to an all girl boarding school. It was like I'd told her 
I'd robbed a bank or something. She immediately forbid me to see you and she 
forbid me to go anywhere."

"And then you left?"

"No. I went to my room and packed my things first. I knew I didn't want to 
go back. Mum kept shouting. She said that I'd get hurt, that you would hurt 
me. She always say that. If I let you have "your way", you would dump me. I 
told her I'd had "my way" with you and you'd had "Your way" with me and we 
loved each other. Dad tried to calm her, but he agreed with her. They wanted 
to send me away," Sophie said.

Tears began to form in her eyes. I hugged her tightly and tried to comfort 
her.

"Nobody is going to send you away, my love. You'll stay here with me and 
we'll work something out," I whispered.

"I don't want to work anything out with them. Not again. They . . . they."

Sophie didn't finish the sentence. I don't know what she was going to say, 
but I think she felt let down by her parents. Everything she wanted, they 
were against and for no particular reason. How could they talk about sending 
her away? What was the great idea of having children, if you wanted to send 
them away? Not that Sophie was a child any more, but she was still their 
child.

"You'll stay here with me. Nobody is going to take you away from me. Nobody 
is going to hurt you," I whispered.

As long as her parents didn't know where she was, they couldn't do anything. 
I hadn't worked out what to do, if or when her parents found out that she 
was with me. I just knew I would never let go of her again.

- - -

I didn't put pressure on Sophie to make her call her parents this time. I 
reckoned she deserved a little time to work things out for herself. She 
deserved much more than that, but I couldn't give it to her. Only her 
parents could and right now, Sophie hated them and everything they stood 
for.

The first thing Sophie did was to get her hair cut short and dyed red. It 
was a dark, warm auburn red and it looked so good on her, almost more 
natural than her natural hair colour. I don't know if Sophie really cared 
how it looked. All she cared about was that her parents would never let her 
do it.

She also wanted her earlobes pierced. Her parents had blindly refused to 
even talk about it. I couldn't see anything wrong with that. Most of the 
girls I knew had pierced earlobes and I gave Sophie a nice pair of golden 
earrings.

On Friday, Sophie wanted to play one of her role-playing games, which of 
course meant that she was going to have her bottom spanked. I was the strict 
headmaster and she was the naughty schoolgirl. It didn't take long before 
Sophie was standing with her bare bottom in the air, nicely coloured. She 
was very turned on and kept pushing me to spank her harder. I did, until I 
figured she'd had enough and I told her I would have to find other ways to 
punish her, meaning that we were going to engage in some kind of sex. But 
Sophie had other ideas.

"Will you take off your belt and use it on my bottom?" Sophie asked.

It wasn't unusual that she suggested what she wanted me to do this way, but 
she'd never suggested anything like that.

"No. That will be too much," I replied.

"No it won't," Sophie said. "I bet you I can take it."

I was a little shocked. Hitting her with my leather belt was a step in a 
direction I had never considered taking.

"No, Sophie. I don't want to hurt you, you know that."

"But you know you can't hurt me," Sophie protested.

"Maybe not, but I'm not going to put it to the test."

Sophie resigned and we continued the game. She was very wild and it was as 
if she tried to buck and grind against my teeth, when I licked her pussy. We 
got though the game without serious injuries, but only just. I'd never 
experienced Sophie acting like that and it worried me a little.

Sophie appeared to be happy. At times, she would suddenly be far away, 
caught up in her own thoughts, but if I asked her if anything was wrong, she 
just smiled and said that everything was fine.

- - -

Sophie still didn't want to call her parents. I had hoped that she would 
eventually do it, but she was stern set on not calling them.

"What about your grandparents? You could call them instead," I suggested.

"I don't really know them," Sophie said. "Mum and dad don't get along with 
either of them. I saw my mum's parents a few years back, at my uncle's 
funeral, but we didn't talk."

'God, it runs in the family,' I though to myself, but I didn't say anything.

- - -

I went home late on Monday. Sophie wasn't in the living room when I came in 
and I began looking for her. I was sure she was home. I found her in the 
bedroom. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, naked. Scattered around 
her were a number of clothespins. She had put clothespins on her nipples and 
labia. My clothespins were new and very tight. It had to hurt really badly. 
She put another clothespin on her inner lips, just as I came in. A flicker 
of pain crossed her face.

"Sophie! What are you doing?" I asked, shocked.

She hadn't heard me come and jumped at the sound of my voice.

"I wanted to surprise you," she said.

"You're hurting yourself. Why?"

"It doesn't hurt. Nothing I do with you or for you can hurt me. See!"

Before I had time to do anything, Sophie took a pin and put it on her clit. 
She couldn't suppress a cry of pain as the pin squeezed tightly around her 
sensitive flesh.

"No, Sophie. Stop, please. You got to stop."

I sat down next to her on the bed and began to remove the clothespins very 
cautiously. It hurt and Sophie's pain was transferred to me. I could feel 
the agonising pain in my own nipples as I took the pins off her nipples. 
They left some ugly marks and bruises.

"Sophie, you can't punish yourself for what has happened. It's not your 
fault," I said, as I removed the last pin.

I pulled her close and let my fingers run through her hair.

"It doesn't hurt. It's not true what they say. You can't hurt me," Sophie 
sniffled.

I realised that I'd been a coward all along. I knew what I had to do and I 
should have done it a long time ago.

"We can't go on this way, Sophie. I'm going to call your parents. We have to 
sort this out," I said.

"No! I don't want to talk to them," Sophie protested.

"I do. You don't have to say anything, but I want to talk to your parents. I 
want to know why all this has happened. I'm going to call them and then we 
are going to see them."

"No. They'll just send me away. I don't want to leave you," Sophie 
whimpered.

She had kept it all inside for so long, but now it began to come out and 
Sophie broke down in tears. I held her tight and told her over and over 
again that she was going to stay with me, no matter what happened. It took 
the best part of half an hour to calm her down. She got dressed and we went 
in to call her parents. I didn't exactly look forward to it, but it had to 
be done.

"Mrs Petersen? It's Eric Green, your former neighbour. I'm calling you about 
Sophie."

"My God! Is she all right? Is she with you?" Mrs Petersen whimpered.

"She's fine, but she's very unhappy and I think we need to talk about it."

"She'll have to come home. She'll be happy if she comes home. Has anything 
happened to her? Has her boyfriend left her?"

"No, he hasn't and he won't. I'm her boyfriend, Mrs Petersen. That's not the 
point, though. Sophie can't go on like this. We need to get things settled 
once and for all. We are coming over in an hour. We just need something to 
eat first."

"YOU! I demand that you bring Sophie back immediately. She belongs here, you 
filthy . . . you, you,"

"I'm bringing her, but she only stays if she wants to stay. We'll be there 
in an hour."

I didn't just want to hang up on Mrs Petersen, so it took some time to end 
the conversation. She was very upset and called me all kind of things. I 
just hoped that an hour was enough to calm her down.

- - -

Sophie didn't want to go at all. I guess I could have gone alone, but I had 
promised her mother to take her with me. I tried to imagine what Mrs 
Petersen would look like when she was angry. I'd seen her worried, but never 
angry. It suddenly got me thinking of something else.

"Sophie, how old is your mother?"

"She's just turned thirty-three. Why?" Sophie answered.

That had to be it! Not that I knew exactly what the reason for their strange 
behaviour was, but I had a pretty good idea. I didn't want to say anything 
to Sophie at this point, though. I could still be wrong.

"Just wondering."

Sophie stayed behind me when we went up the stairs to her parent's flat. My 
finger had hardly left the doorbell, before the door was opened.

"What have you done to her, you creep? What have you done to my daughter?" 
Mrs Petersen yelled when she saw Sophie with red, short hair.

She tried to get past me and reached out to grab Sophie's arm. Sophie hid 
behind me and tried to avoid her mother. Mr Petersen appeared behind his 
wife and pulled her back.

"Take it easy, dear. Let them come in. We agreed to listen to them," he 
said.

He appeared to be calm, but sad, almost apathetic. Mrs Petersen reluctantly 
withdrew and let us in. Sophie made sure to keep me between herself and her 
mother and Mr Petersen kept his wife away from me. We sat down around the 
dinner table. Mrs Petersen looked at Sophie.

"My little Sophie. Why are you doing this to us?" she said.

"It's not me," Sophie said. "You've been treating me like a baby for years. 
You . . ."

"Let's try to solve this, shall we?" I interrupted her.

Her father nodded. My stomach hurt really badly. This was the most 
unpleasant situation I had ever been in, as far back as I cold recall. The 
hostility of Sophie's mother was digging into me and I began to feel guilty. 
Maybe it was I who had set Sophie up against her parents. Maybe I was the 
problem after all. I thought about it for a second before I decided to 
continue. I wasn't the problem. I couldn't be.

"Sophie has had a special upbringing. Apparently, you have never told her 
why she couldn't do the same things as other girls her age. I've been 
thinking a lot about it, since I first got to know Sophie, but it has 
remained a mystery to me," I said.

"It's none of your business," Mrs Petersen interrupted me.

Her husband put a hand on her shoulder and she sat back, still staring 
angrily at me. I decided jump in with both feet and see what kind of 
reaction I would get. It couldn't get much worse. I took a deep breath.

"I do have an idea, though. Mrs Petersen, you were sixteen, when you had 
Sophie," I said.

I let the words sink in, waiting to see if there were any reaction. Sophie's 
mother turned pale. Mr Petersen was just about to say something, but his 
wife broke in.

"You have no right to come here and insinuate anything, you-you-you," she 
couldn't find a name to call me.

"Don't, Amy," Mr Petersen said. "We should have talked about it a long time 
ago."

"He has no right. He's taken our daughter away from us. Look at her."

Mrs Petersen hysterically pointed a stiff finger at Sophie. Sophie was about 
to say something, but it was as if Mr Petersen finally woke up. His wife 
went on about how I'd taken her baby from her and that she wanted me out of 
her home, but Mr Petersen managed to stop her and began talking, quietly and 
calm.

"Sophie. Your mother and I grew up in the country, as you know. We grew up 
on neighbouring farms and there were no other farms nearby. Our parents 
never got along well. I don't know why. I think it was a dispute about land, 
dating back several generations."

He paused and took a deep breath. Mrs Petersen was about to say something, 
but he raised his hand.

"No, let me continue. I've known your mother since she was born, but we 
rarely saw each other, because of our parents, but one day, I suddenly saw 
this beautiful young girl. I fell in love with her and she with me. We . . . 
I got your mother pregnant."

Mr Petersen had to take another deep breath.

"It was a catastrophe. Your mother's parents claimed that I'd raped their 
daughter. They . . . I was arrested, but Amy insisted that I hadn't raped 
her and since she was of legal age, when she got pregnant, the police had to 
drop the charges. My parents claimed that Amy had seduced me . . . they 
accused her parents for setting me up to slander them . . . I couldn't stand 
it . . . We ran away."

He stopped. Sophie's mother was hiding her face in her hands.

"It was difficult. We had to quit school and get jobs. We suddenly had the 
responsibility of a little child. We . . . we had no experience and nobody 
to ask. We . . . wanted to protect you. Nothing was ever going to happen to 
you. You have to understand what we went through. We didn't want you to . . 
. to end up like us."

It was awful. I could see the pain in his face as he spoke.

"Sophie, we tried to protect you because we love you. We wanted you to get a 
good life, an education. We . . . love you Sophie. Maybe . . . we were too 
worried . . . you have to understand. We love you."

"Why?" Sophie whispered. "Why did you . . ."

The tears began running down her cheeks. I put my arm around her.

"We tried to do what we thought was best for you," her father said.

Sophie's sorrow turned to anger.

"Have you any idea what it was like to be me? Never to be able to do what my 
friends did - Be alone all the time - Be a freak? Have you any idea how much 
it hurt?" she whimpered.

"Please, Sophie. Try to understand . . ." he father insisted.

"No! You try to understand. You never told me why. You never told me 
anything. You only told me all the things I couldn't do. How could I 
understand? What is it you want me to understand? That you were going to 
send me away? You don't send someone you love away? You don't ridicule 
someone you love. You don't put them in a prison!" Sophie screamed.

"I'm sorry, Sophie," her father said.

"You're sorry!" Sophie screamed hysterically. "You've . . . ruined my life!"

"Please, Sophie," her father said.

Sophie got up and headed for the door. I got hold of her and pulled her 
close to me. She fought me, banging her hands against me chest.

"Calm down, Sophie," I whispered to her. "Easy now. Take a deep breath."

"I want to go home," she whimpered.

Her mother came to life again.

"This is your home, Sophie," her mother said.

"No, mum. This is not home. This was my prison. I'm free now."

"No, Sophie. Don't go," her mother whimpered.

God, had I started this? Was it at all a good idea to try and get things out 
into the light? I wanted to leave, to get out of there and forget all about 
it, but somewhere deep inside I knew I couldn't just do that. This would 
have to be settled. Not today, but we had to leave the door open. I turned 
to Sophie's father.

"I think we all need to sleep on this. You know where Sophie is now, and I 
think you should come and see us, but right now, I think Sophie need a 
little time. We will call you tomorrow."

Her father nodded. He looked tired, but there was something different, 
something in his eyes when he looked at Sophie in my arms. Tenderness. I 
believed him when he said he had done it all out of love for Sophie.

(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001




The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 19.


We talked until midnight when we got home. There was so much Sophie needed 
to get out. Things she had kept to herself for so long. Anger, pain and all 
the things she felt she had missed. I mostly listened. It wasn't the right 
time to try and convince her that her parents loved her and always had.

We both stayed home the next day. Sophie's anger hadn't gone away over 
night, but she was kind of relieved. She had gotten so much off her chest 
and even though she wasn't ready to forgive her parents, she was ready to 
listen to me. We talked until lunchtime. By then, Sophie was beginning to 
understand what her parents had been thinking, and we were beginning to get 
a little tired of talking about it. After all, she felt good, she was where 
she wanted to be, and she was definitely with someone who loved her 
unconditionally: me.

After lunch, we took a bath together. We both loved the feeling of slippery 
soapy skin against skin. The marks and bruises after the clothespins were 
apparently more or less gone. Her nipples were a little sore, but Sophie 
admitted that she'd had the pins on her nipples for quiet a long time. She 
couldn't remember exactly how long, or she wouldn't tell me. I was cautious, 
but we still got pretty worked up, and we decided to go to bed again.

"There's something I want to ask you to do," Sophie said, as we ran into the 
bedroom, damp and naked.

"No spanking or clothes pegs, please," I grinned.

"No, it's not that," Sophie said, but added, "You might have to spank me 
again. I'm such a naughty little girl and I get so hot when you spank me."

I chose to ignore that.

"What is it, then?" I asked.

"Do you remember when you had given me chocolate for my birthday, and you 
licked it off my face?" she asked.

"Yes, I remember. I licked it off your face and a few other places."

"I think it was the first time I really realised how much you loved me. I 
mean, it was so . . . intimate. Would you lick my face again, please?"

"I'll lick any part of your body that you wish, my love."

"Ummm, I might take you up on that later, but right mow, I just want to feel 
you inside me, while you lick my face."

Sophie lay on her back and she pulled her legs up and out. I studied her 
pussy before I lay down over her. It wasn't all true that the pins hadn't 
left any bruises. There were several bruises on her outer and inner lips. 
Only her clit had had no marks, probably because the pin had been taken off 
so fast. I didn't confront her with the facts. It was over.

My cock sank into her very easy. I rested on my elbows with my hands on her 
tits, very gently brushing over her nipples, and I began to lick her face 
from the top, licking her brow and temples and continuing down to her 
eyebrows, then her eyelids and her nose. Her cheeks were so smooth. I spent 
a long time licking and kissing them thoroughly. I licked her ears a little 
too, but I couldn't do Sophie's, and my own, favourite thing: suck on her 
earlobes. The piercing hadn't healed yet. I continued with her upper lip, 
licking and sucking it. She just let me do whatever I wanted with her soft 
lips.

All the time, we moved slowly against each other. Except for rocking her 
hips slowly, Sophie just lay completely still and enjoyed it. She was 
breathing noisily through her nose, faster and faster. I was completely 
absorbed in the licking, working down her neck after I'd licked every square 
inch of her face. My tongue couldn't reach anything below her neck, the way 
we were laying, and it just felt so good that I didn't want to move. I let 
go of her tits, held her head in my hands and began licking her face again.

Sophie suddenly inhaled noisily and rotated her hips more, grounding herself 
against me. I sucked her lower lip intensely. It was an incredible intense 
feeling to hear her breathing become ragged and elaborate, feeling her 
moving harder against me, and whimper softly. It seemed to me as if her 
orgasm built up much slower that it usually did. Kind of deeper. I don't 
know if it felt the same way for her, but to me, it was extremely erotic. I 
let go of her head and took her hands, holding them over her head.

Her whimper became louder and her body twisted and turned under me. She was 
struggling under me, struggling to get over the edge, struggling to hold 
back and make it grow even stronger. She threw her head from side to side. I 
let her control things; let her ground herself against me, even though the 
urge to thrust hard into her was growing.

Her orgasm was a long whimpering cry. She trembled uncontrollably, pressing 
her pussy hard against me. She pulled up her legs until her knees touched 
her chest. It was time for me to take over. I plunged hard into her with 
long strokes. Sophie met my thrust and arched her back to take me in as deep 
as she could. It lasted an eternity. A fine sheen of sweat covered both of 
us. I felt like I could go on forever. My pelvic bone began to hurt, but I 
ignored it, and then all of a sudden I could feel it building up. I tried to 
ignore it, too, but the intense feeling of pleasure insisted on being 
noticed. I held back for as long as possible, until it was too painful.

If I'd come in her mouth, she would have drowned. That is the best way to 
describe my orgasm. I poured jet after jet into her. Afterwards, we lay in 
each other's arms. No words were needed. We had talked all of the previous 
night and all morning. We were exhausted and very satisfied.

- - -

Sophie called her parents in the evening. She was very anxious before she 
made the call, but once she'd done it, she felt much better. It was her 
father that took the call and they talked for long time. It was the 
beginning of some kind of understanding between them. Not that Sophie had 
forgiven her parents - I don't think she ever will forgive them completely - 
but she tried to understand and her father tried to understand her.

It took a long time, but the relationship between Sophie and her parents got 
gradually better and better. Her mother has never really forgiven me, or 
understood Sophie. She still talks about Sophie as "her little girl". In the 
end, Sophie became much closer to her father than she'd ever been.

- - -

Finally, it looked like everything had worked out the way it should and we 
were both happy. We had everything: a house, a car and a solid bank account 
if anything should happen.

It was early in May when I got the writ. I had to read it several times, 
before I understood what it said. I called Mr. Zimmermann right away. I 
didn't have to explain.

"Yes, I had a call from one of my colleagues. He'd been approached 
concerning Mrs Larsen's will and after talking to me, he recommended to his 
client that he should give up. There's no case. Apparently, he has found 
another lawyer who was willing to take the case to court," Mr Zimmermann 
said.

"But who is this man and why do he think he has a right to Mrs Larsen 
money?" I asked.

"The man is Mrs Larsen's nephew. Mrs Larsen had a brother and he was married 
for a short time, but long enough to get a son. The son stayed with his 
mother after the divorce and as far as I know, Mrs Larsen only saw him once 
after the divorce. That was at her brother's funeral and that is over ten 
years ago. I don't know on what grounds he will dispute the will."

"What am I going to do? He has sued me."

"I'll recommend a lawyer to you," Mr Zimmermann answered.

"Why not you?" I asked.

"Because I'll be your most important witness."

"Oh, I see. What are the chances that I'll lose the case?"

Mr Zimmermann didn't even need to think about it.

"You don't lose the case. You can't. Mrs Larsen's will is an affidavit, 
signed by a second person and me. Unless he can prove that Mrs Larsen was 
senile and didn't know what she was doing, any judge will dismiss the case. 
It had been different if you'd found the will in a jar in her kitchen 
cupboard. Maybe that's what he thinks you did. He hasn't approached me to 
get any details about the will other than your name and address, which I 
find a little strange, especially when he wants to dispute it," Mr 
Zimmermann said.

- - -

The lawyer Mr Zimmermann recommended was of the same opinion, but I was 
still worried. I would be in deep debt, if I lost the case and Mrs Larsen's 
money. I would be able to sell the house almost without loss, except the 
expense of moving, but selling the furniture and the car would mean a loss. 
I'd have to get another place to live and that would cost money as well.

I'd gained a lot of confidence, job wise. I could afford to give up the job 
without having another job at hand and that made me feel safe and I think it 
was one of the reasons I did so well. I could afford to trust my own 
judgement. Not that I wanted to make mistakes and get fired, but I didn't 
have to worry about it and I dared take decisions that I might not have 
taken, had I depended on the job. I was afraid I would lose that 
self-confidence too, if I suddenly were in debt.

I had a lot of sleepless night over this. Sophie tried to comfort me, and 
she was confident that I would win. She'd never seen anybody visit Mrs 
Larsen all these years, except me.

"It will be so unfair if you lose. The nephew or whatever he claims to be, 
doesn't deserve it," she said.

"That's not the way things are, when it comes down to legal matters. The law 
doesn't recognise what is fair and what is not," I replied. "I'll just have 
to hope that Mr Zimmermann is right."

"I can get a job. We'll make it work." Sophie said.

She sounded worried. I was worried, but the last thing I wanted was Sophie 
to be worried. She'd been through enough already. Maybe it was a little 
egoistic as well. I needed Sophie to be happy and kind of distract my 
thoughts.

"We'll make it. Mr Zimmermann says everything is going to be all right."

- - -

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long for the case to go to court. In 
the end of June, Sophie and I went to the courthouse, very nervous. None of 
us had ever been in a courtroom before. It was a new office building and 
didn't look much like a courtroom to me, but then again, I only knew what 
I'd seen on film.

I looked around to see if I could spot Mrs Larsen's nephew. He was sitting 
with his lawyer by a table opposite mine. At first, I though the young man 
was her nephew, but a little calculation told me that it had to be the 
middle-aged man. Funny how conventions can deceive you; a lawyer has to be 
at least forty, which is old when you are in your early twenties.

I don't really know what I had expected her nephew to look like. 
Emotionally, I imagined he had horns and hoofs, but he looked very ordinary, 
wearing a grey suit and an ugly tie. I'd been spending hours, wondering why 
he would do this. My assumption was that greed was the main motive, but 
looking at him made me a little insecure. He looked friendly, smiling and 
not at all like a greedy monster.

The nephew's lawyer was young and very enthusiastic. He presented the case 
and claimed that Mr Larsen was senile when she changed her will.

The nephew presented his statement. He claimed that he had visited Mr Larsen 
regularly, although not often and that she'd been senile the last couple of 
years of her life. I knew that wasn't true, yet her nephew sounded 
convincing and even caring, when he talked about his old, senile aunt.

He also claimed that she had told him that he was going to inherit all her 
possessions. He didn't know what had made her change her mind. Apparently, 
his aunt had told him that I was a scheming person and it was obvious to her 
that I'd only been visiting her to get to her money. Mrs Larsen would, 
according to his statement, never have changed her will in favour of me. 
When his lawyer asked him what he thought had happened, he implied that I 
had either forged the will or tricked her into changing it.

I was outraged. I wanted to stand up and shout at him. It was all lies and 
his sleek and caring appearance was all acting. It had to be. Mr Zimmermann 
was sure he hadn't seen her for years. I mean, why would Mrs Larsen lie 
about seeing her nephew? She'd seen her brother regularly while he was 
alive, but even he did see his own son very often.

My lawyer asked disturbingly few questions. Only one, actually. He asked him 
why he hadn't come forward earlier. The nephew, Mr Jensen, had some vague 
explanation about being away for some time and when he got back, Mrs Larsen 
hadn't been at home. He didn't know that she was in the hospital and only 
found out that she'd died when he read the obituary that Mr. Zimmermann had 
written. Then it took a long time to find out who had handled Mrs Larsen's 
estate to learn who had inherited her money.

Mr Zimmermann was next. My lawyer questioned him first.

"Mr. Zimmermann, how long have you been Mrs Larsen's lawyer?"

"Over forty years."

"Isn't it odd that Mr Jensen didn't know that and had to spend a long time 
to find out who was managed his Aunt's estate?"

"I think it is, especially because I handled the estate of his late father," 
Mr. Zimmermann answered.

"Did Mrs Larsen ever mention her nephew's visits?"

"No. She mention seeing him at his father's funeral, but that was the only 
time," Mr Zimmermann answered.

"When did Mrs Larsen change her will?"

"Two years prior to her death."

"And who was the benefactor in the previous will?"

"Different charity organisations. I have a copy of the old will here."

He handed a copy to the judge and Mr Jensen's lawyer. My lawyer continued.

"Did Mrs Larsen mention Mr Green's visits?"

"Yes. She talked a lot about Mr Green. She was very fond of him and grateful 
for his help."

"We have heard Mr Jensen say that she was afraid that Mr Green was only 
after her money. Did Mrs Larsen mention such concerns for you?"

"No. Quite the contrary. I had a suspicion that Mr Green was after her 
money, but Mrs Larsen never told him that she had any money, neither did he 
know that she had changed her will," Mt Zimmerman said.

"Was Mrs Larsen senile, when the will was changed?"

"No, she was definitely not senile. She remain sharp until the day she 
died."

My lawyer took out a piece of paper, which he handed to the judge.

"I have a statement from the doctor who treated her during her 
hospitalisation proceeding her death. It states clearly that Mrs Larsen was 
sane and was in possession of all her faculties."

He turned to Mr Zimmermann again.

"One last question: Was Mr Jensen ever a benefactor from any of Mrs Larsen's 
wills?"

"No," Mr Zimmermann replied.

Mr Jensen's lawyer was pale. He hesitated for a moment, before he began to 
question Mr Zimmermann.

"If Mrs Larsen hadn't left a will, I believe that her estate would have gone 
to my client, isn't that correct?"

"That's correct," Mr Zimmermann replied.

"Isn't it possible that you have worked with Green to get Mrs Larsen's 
money? You could have forged the will."

I would have expected Mr Zimmerman to get mad at him, but he just smiled.

"It is possible, but it would have required a lot of planning. First, I 
should have anticipated this situation twenty years ago, when Mrs Larsen 
made her first will. Secondly, I should have persuaded the notary to help 
with the forgery. Last, but not least, I would run the risk of jeopardising 
my good name and the firm's reputation to gain very little. Sorry to say 
that, but Mrs Larsen wasn't that wealthy. It is possible, but highly 
unlikely that I would do that, don't you think?" Mr Zimmermann said.

"But you could have done it?" He young lawyer persisted.

"I didn't, but I could," Mr Zimmermann replied.

The judge interrupted Mr Jensen's lawyer.

"Have you anything to substantiate your accusations?"

"Eh, no. But it does look suspicious that the all evidence about the will 
and the estate is coming from Mr. Zimmermann, who himself might benefit from 
forging the will," the lawyer said.

"I see nothing suspicious in Mr Zimmermann's testimony. Your insinuations 
that Mr Zimmermann would have gained something by forging her will are pure, 
unfounded speculations. Unless you have solid proof, I suggest that you stop 
accusing Mr Zimmermann. I find it much more suspicious that your client 
needed several months to find out that Mrs Larsen's estate was managed by Mr 
Zimmermann, who had been her lawyer for forty years and that your client, as 
the only one, claims that Mrs Larsen was senile. We have a sworn statement 
from the hospital that she was in possession of all her faculties. Do you 
have any relevant questions to ask Mr Zimmermann?" the judge asked, harshly.

"No sir. I rest," the young lawyer said, dejectedly.

I'd expected the judge to retire before passing his ruling, but he just 
continued talking.

"After hearing Mr Jensen and Mr Zimmermann, I find it hard to believe that 
you, as a lawyer, has brought this case to court. You have in no way managed 
to present any evidence that there should be reason to question the 
authenticity of Mrs Larsen's will or her sanity. All you have been able to 
do is to insinuate that a respected lawyer might have committed fraud. If Mr 
Zimmermann should want to sue you for slander, you will probably end up 
paying a substantial compensation. In my view, you have wasted the time of 
this court, of Mr Green, his lawyer and Mr Zimmermann. Your client will have 
to pay all Mr Green's expenses. Mrs Larsen's will stands."

It was relief. I couldn't help thinking: "was that really all?", but I 
didn't say it out loud. It was more or less what Mr Zimmermann had told me 
would happen. Still, in the back of my mind, I wondered what would come 
next.


(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001





The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 20.


Nothing happened; not the next week, not the next month. I didn't dare to 
believe that everything was going to be ok, but I gradually stopped thinking 
about the next catastrophe to happen.

Sophie still saw Nina, but Nina had a boyfriend and that put a limit to how 
often they could see each other. They still had sex sometimes, but I think 
it was mostly when Nina couldn't see her boyfriend, or when I was away on a 
course or something like that. It may sound strange, but it didn't bother me 
at all. I guess I was used to it and it was Sophie's well established right 
to have sex with Nina.

Naturally, Nina's boyfriend and I weren't away at the same dates, which 
meant that sometimes, I'd come home after Nina and Sophie had enjoyed each 
other. In these cases, Sophie didn't let Nina get her off. Sophie saved up 
for me and I knew instantly as soon as I came through the door. She would be 
very excited.

Often, she would tell me that she'd been very naughty and cheated on me with 
Nina. It usually meant that she wanted me to spank her. After the initial 
shock of her little stunt with the clothespins, I'd realised that being 
spanked really did turn her on, and in a way it also turned me on, so we 
still did it every now and then.

Nina also visited us with her boyfriend. It wasn't exactly formal, but still 
different from when Nina visited us alone. Her boyfriend was a nice guy. 
Before one of those visits, I think it was in September, Sophie asked me if 
I would like to try something with Nina and her boyfriend, sexually that is.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Sophie. To be honest, I don't think 
I'd like to see you with another man," I said.

"I don't want to be with another man, but Nina would like to try to be with 
two men and . . . well, I love to be with Nina and you at the same time," 
Sophie said.

"I know it's irrational, but to me, being with you and Nina are different. 
You and Nina together are different, too. I would never even consider being 
with Nina without you. I don't love Nina, I love you and she can probably 
give you something extra, but she can't replace me, I'm sure. I mean, we 
have shared each other when we have been together the three of us. I don't 
want to share you with anybody but Nina and I think Nina's boyfriend will 
find it very strange to be left out and only be allowed to touch Nina, while 
the rest of us is allowed to do whatever we want."

"I never thought of it that way," Sophie said.

"Are you disappointed?" I asked her.

Sophie thought about it for a moment. If she really wanted to do it, I guess 
I would have said yes.

"No. I don't want to have sex with Nina's boyfriend. I just want Nina and 
you," she said.

"Does Nina's boyfriend know anything about what is going on between you and 
Nina?" I asked.

"No. Nina haven't told him, but we talked about doing it, you know, the four 
of us. She hasn't said anything to him about that, either."

"Will Nina be disappointed?"

"No, I don't think so. You know, she said she expected you to be too square 
and homophobic to ever want to do anything like that," Sophie giggled.

"Perhaps she's right. And perhaps her boyfriend will be scared to death by 
the thought of having sex with another man present. Who knows, maybe I would 
try to seduce him."

We both laughed. Nina was probably right: I was too square and too 
homophobic.

"Are you sure you don't mind that I still do it with Nina sometimes?" Sophie 
asked.

"I know it sounds strange, but yes, I'm sure. As long as I know that it's me 
you love. I mean, if Nina took something away from me, I'd be jealous, but 
as it is, I think she gives back something. I still think it is exciting to 
fantasise about the two of you together, and I would be lying if I said I 
didn't enjoy the times that we were together. Perhaps she can give you 
something that I can't give you. I just want you to be as happy as possible, 
and I can still give you something she can't give you."

Sophie giggled and blushed.

"Would you like to be with both of us again?" she asked.

"It would be unfair to her boyfriend, don't you think?"

"I don't know. It's different, the three of us, at least to me and also to 
Nina, I think."

"I'm not sure her boyfriend would agree," I said.

"You're always so righteous!" Sophie said.

"I would be very sad if you cheated on me," I replied.

Sophie looked down, timidly.

"But I am cheating on you, with Nina."

"You can't be cheating if I say it's OK. I'll let you know if I think it's 
too much or if I feel jealous about it, OK?"

"I don't want to hurt you, but . . . I mean, it's only fun . . . you know, 
Nina and me. It feels good. She means a lot to me, still. You mean more to 
me, but I can't let go of Nina. It's so difficult," Sophie said.

"Hey, who said it was going to be easy," I said and pulled her close to me. 
"I want you to be happy, really happy. Nina is a part of your life and you 
can't just throw her away, I know. Don't feel guilty about it."

"I'll try," Sophie sniffled.

"I'll come home early and watch you one day, if that will make you feel 
better," I joked.

Sophie giggled through her tears.

- - -

I didn't come home early to watch them together, mainly because they didn't 
really plan when it happened, it just sort of happened, and gradually less 
frequently, perhaps once a month. Schoolwork, Nina's boyfriend and I took up 
most of the girls' time.

One weekend in early November, Nina's boyfriend was going on a training camp 
from Friday to Sunday; he played soccer. Nina and Sophie had planned to 
spend Saturday together. They wanted to go shopping and then come back to 
our house.

It was a blistering cold day. I had lit a good fire in the fireplace and 
made hot chocolate with whipped cream for them when they returned with cold, 
blushing cheeks. They hadn't bought very much, but they were in a really 
silly mood, giggling and whispering together, just like they used to. I 
suddenly realised how much Sophie had matured in the last couple of years. 
Here they were on my sofa, acting just like when they were fifteen. It felt 
like a case of deja-vu.

They were whispering about different things now, or perhaps not that 
different. Back then I didn't know what they were really whispering about. 
The whipped cream yielded a lot of giggling comments from both Nina and 
Sophie: Had I made it myself? - Would there be any left for Sophie and so 
on. When Nina left the room for a moment to go to the toilet, I already knew 
what Sophie was going to ask me.

"I know that you think it's wrong, but couldn't you forget about Nina's 
boyfriend, just today? We both think it would be great to be together, You, 
Nina and me." Sophie asked.

She looked at me with her most innocent and pleading expression on her face. 
She didn't have to. I had already thought about it and it was too tempting 
to turn down. Nina's boyfriend was not really my problem; at any rate I 
couldn't care, not that day.

"I think I could forget about morals, just today," I said.

"Oh, goody," Sophie said excited. "We have been talking about it all day and 
I'm so hot. I really want to be . . . really naughty. Do everything."

Mina came in and caught the last sentence.

"You want to be do everything?" she giggled. "Dinner and the dishes?"

"NO, silly! You know what I mean."

"No I don't," Nina giggled. "Show me!"

"OK," Sophie said.

She stood up and undressed. This was certainly not the innocent little 
Sophie from a few years back. This was the confident, sensual and mature 
Sophie, almost eighteen. Still, she giggled shyly when she sat down again.

"You know what I mean now?" Sophie asked Nina.

"No, I'm not quite sure," Nina teased her. "Show me more."

Sophie leaned over and kissed Nina. Nina giggled and shook her head.

"No, I still don't get it," she said.

Sophie began to unbutton Nina's shirt.  She took it off and released Nina's 
tits from the constriction of her bra. The fire had made the living room 
nicely warm, but this show made the temperature go up several degrees. 
Sophie leaned forward and took one of Nina's nipples between her teeth. She 
looked up at Nina, biting her nipple lightly. Nina shivered and shook her 
head.

Sophie sat up again and unbuttoned Nina's jeans. She peeled them off, taking 
the diminutive panties down as well. Sophie pushed Nina back to a lying 
position and pulled her legs apart, one over the back of the sofa, the other 
on the floor. She lowered her face to Nina's pussy and gave her a long, slow 
lick from the delicate flesh just under her vagina up to her clit, letting 
her tongue dig in between Nina's already swollen lips. Sophie looked 
questioningly up at Nina again. Nina was breathing faster, but she still 
shook her head.

I had followed their act with growing excitement and even though I loved to 
watch at them together, I was pleased when Sophie left Nina, still splayed 
out on the sofa, and walked over to me. She began to undress me without a 
word. When I was naked, she knelt in front of me and let her tongue slide up 
my shaft. Again, she looked over at Nina. Nina, who was slowly rubbing her 
pussy, shook her head.

Sophie wrapped her hand around my shaft and motioned me to follow her to the 
sofa. Nina's head was on the armrest and she tilted it backwards. Sophie 
held my cock against Nina's partly open mouth and gently pushed me forward. 
She left me there and got up on the sofa on top of Nina. Leaning over Nina, 
Sophie pulled my cock out of Nina's mouth and took me into her own mouth. 
Then she gave it back to Nina with her mouth, delivering it in a kiss, my 
cock caught between them.

After a while, Sophie whispered: "Let's go into the bedroom."

We spent the next hour licking, sucking and caressing each other. Nina 
licking Sophie while I licked Nina, me and Nina licking and sucking Sophie, 
me licking Nina, who was licking Sophie, who was licking me. Every 
combination you can think of, we did it, constantly changing position. We 
were just teasing, not attempting to make each other come.

Finally, Nina ended up with her legs pushed up to her chest, held back by 
me. Sophie was lying on her stomach in front of Nina with two fingers inside 
her and one finger teasing her arse. We were both trying to lick Nina's clit 
at the same time, which was a bit awkward, but very exciting. Our tongues 
touched over Nina's clit, and one could truly say that we were sharing Nina.

I let Sophie take care of Nina's pussy and moved up her lovely tits, sucking 
and licking her nipples. Nina was going out of her mind, throwing her head 
from side to side. Sophie was in a teasing mood. She stopped licking Nina 
and looked up at her.

"So, do you know what I mean now?" she asked.

"Yes," Nina whimpered. "Please don't stop. Make me come."

We did make her come and as soon as she had calmed a little, we changed 
position again. Sophie pushed me over and crawled on top of me. She lowered 
her pussy to my face and took my cock greedily into her mouth. Nina sat up 
next to her.

"Show me that you can take it all," she said to Sophie.

Sophie had practised a lot since the first time and she only needed a few 
attempts before my cock went all the way into her mouth and down her throat. 
I groaned into her pussy. At this point, I was on the edge of coming and I 
think Sophie knew that. She quickly released my cock and let me rest for a 
moment. I continued my attack on her pussy, but Sophie suddenly moved 
further down my body and lowered herself onto my cock. Nina got the clue and 
lay down between our legs. She began to lick Sophie while Sophie slowly 
rotated her hips with my cock deep inside her pussy. I reached up, cupping 
Sophie's tits, squeezing them gently, and played with her nipples.

We didn't stay in that position for long. Nina pushed Sophie gently down on 
top of me, then motioned us to lay in our side. Sophie raised her leg to 
give Nina access and Nina presented her pussy to Sophie's mouth. My cock was 
still inside Sophie and I was about to go nuts, not only because Sophie's 
pussy tightened around my cock when Nina licked her, but also because Nina 
not only licked Sophie, she also played with my balls. I couldn't hold back 
any longer and began to fuck Sophie hard and fast. I came before she did, 
but stayed inside her while Nina drove her over the edge.

We were a mess afterwards. We were all very sweaty, Sophie with my cum 
running down her legs, and Nina with Sophie juices and my cum smeared all 
over her face. I'd prepared dinner in advance - lasagne - and I put it in 
the oven while we all showered together. We washed each other thoroughly, 
and my cock was already beginning to wake up again when we had finished 
showering.

After dinner, we arranged all the pillows we could find plus our duvets and 
some blankets in front of the fireplace. We did every thing we possibly 
could think of and wanted to do. First, the girls did a little show for me. 
They sat facing each other and masturbated. After a while, they lay down 
side by side, kissing and fondling each other's tits and pussies. Funny, but 
one of the most erotic things two girls can do, if you ask me, is kiss each 
other deeply. The show quickly restored my erection.

I joined the girls on the floor and after that it was hands, lips, and 
tongues all over. We continued for hours and I had to take a break every now 
and then. That didn't mean that the girls got a break, just that there were 
two sets of lips, tongues and hands on one girl.

In the end, even Nina was too sore to go on. Her pussy was red and inflamed, 
her clit looked like it had been grounded with sanding paper. Sophie looked 
the same. Nina and Sophie made a bet about who would get my cum. They took 
turns blowing me, two sucks each at a time. They did their best and it was 
pretty hard to hold back.

Sophie won, but only just. The first jet shot into her mouth just after she 
had taken over after Nina, She had only just closed her lips around my cock. 
Nina claimed that it had to be a draw, since Sophie didn't actually have to 
suck to make me come. I don't know where they found the energy, but they 
began to fight over it. Just for fun, of course and it didn't take long 
before they gave up and splashed out on the floor next to me. We could 
hardly get up, when we decided to take a shower and call it a night.

- - -

I didn't feel guilty afterwards. I think we needed to live it all out. 
Nina's boyfriend was replaced shortly after, but it had nothing to do with 
our Saturday night. It took several more tries for Nina to find the right 
one. We never stopped seeing her, but it was the last time we had sex 
together. Nina and Sophie still reminisce about old times every now and 
then, physically. I can tell, because Sophie sometimes is very hot, when she 
has seen Nina.

As I already mentioned, the relationship between Sophie's mum and us never 
became really good. Not even when we married. Sophie wanted her father to 
walk her up the isle and I think that he was truly happy about that. He said 
it was the proudest moment of his life.

We had invited Sophie's grandparents as well. It was a good opportunity to 
try and get the family back together, but we didn't get any reply. To our 
surprise, Sophie's maternal grandmother showed up in the church. She cried 
all the time. I'm not really sure if it was because she was happy to see 
Sophie married, or if it was because she was sad about all the things she'd 
missed. She didn't stay long enough for us to ask her and we didn't see her 
again, despite several letters and phone calls.

So far, we have lived happily ever after.




The End.



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