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Phoenix Rising
 
 
(c) 2003  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I
kept during these years. 
 
This is a sequel to _Exile_, which can be found on my asstr-mirror.org site:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/exile/index.html

 
                             * * * 


Chapter Four - Girls Talk (Ff Mf fg fb teen inc oral preg)
 
 
I woke up just after dawn, the sun a crimson disk rising from the hills
to the east.  David was sound asleep, softly snoring.  I climbed out of
bed and walked through the bathroom to Dana's bedroom, climbing into
the cot next to her bed.  Dana was asleep as well, stirring ever so
slightly as the cot's springs squeaked when I laid down on its lumpy
mattress.  I lay awake for a while, just staring at the wall, trying to
make up my mind about living here.  It seemed as if for every reason I
could think of to move here, there was an equally compelling reason not
to. 
 
After an hour of this, I realized that this wasn't a decision I could 
make rationally.  My heart would decide, and I knew that this wasn't 
something I could rush.  When the time was right, I'd know what I would
have to do.  I felt better knowing that this decision could be deferred
for a while, and soon I was asleep again. 
 
I dreamed about Daddy.  He was giving me a bath, just like he used to 
do, except I wasn't three years old anymore.  Just as in my memory from
a dozen years earlier, he was naked and wrapping my fingers around his 
erection.  This time, however, I knew what to do. 
 
And then we were on a bed, in a room that resembled the one at the Ritz
in which Julia and I had stayed, that first time she'd taken me to 
Boston.  I was laying on my back, my father stretched out on top of me.
 I looked down and saw that I was wearing a wedding gown, puffy
sleeves, a low cut bodice, voluminous skirts of organza and crinoline
bunched up around my waist.  My pretty white lace panties were pulled
aside and my father's hard cock was pressing against my sex.  He
grunted as he entered me, and I felt a sharp stabbing pain as he tore
through my hymen. 
 
There was blood, so much blood, flowing out of me, staining my lovely 
white dress, the bed, his penis.  My vision faded to crimson, wine,
then black. 
 
And then I woke up. 
 
 
                                  * * * 
 
 
Dana was still asleep, and I sat on the edge of her bed, watching her 
slumber, thinking how cute she looked snuggled against her pillow.  I 
didn't have the heart to wake her, but it was getting close to 8:30 and
Mia had asked me to make breakfast for them before 9 AM.  I leaned in 
and kissed her cheek, hearing her stir slightly.  Slowly, I pulled her 
blanket aside and kissed her little belly, tickling her just a bit. 
She stirred again, letting out an unconscious giggle, as if she'd been 
tickled in her dreams. 
 
I pulled the blanket down further, over Dana's legs.  Fortunately,
there wasn't any blood on the sheets, nor were her panties spotted.  I
cupped her little ass and caressed her, finally rousing her from her
sleep.  She looked down at me and smiled, rolling over on her back,
yawning, stretching. 
 
"Good morning, sunshine," I said, stretching out on the bed next to
her. 
 
"Morning, Annie," Dana murmured, still shaking off her slumber.  I 
kissed her cheek and caressed her smooth belly, getting a sigh and 
another kiss in return. 
 
"How do you feel, baby," I asked her. 
 
"Fine." 
 
"It doesn't hurt down there?" 
 
"Not really," Dana said.  "Well, a little." 
 
"Let me see you," I said.  Dana pulled her panties down, over her 
thighs.  I tugged them the rest of the way, checking the crotch for 
blood.  There was none.  She spread her legs and I curled between them,
gently parting her puffy little lips and examining her. 
 
"You look fine," I said, leaning forward and gently kissing her sex. 
 
"Do that again," Dana said, giggling.  I kissed her once more, dipping 
my tongue into her cleft.  She sighed and moved her hips slightly, 
pressing her cunny against my lips.  I'd intended to just give her a 
kiss or two and then get dressed and start cooking, but breakfast was 
right here, right now. 
 
"Annie...," Dana whispered as I cupped her little bottom and brought
her slit to my mouth, licking her from her tight passage all the way up
to her little bud, hearing her gasp as I circled it with my tongue. 
She rocked her hips as I ravished her tiny clit, and soon I had her
moaning and writhing in my hands and grabbing fistfuls of her My Little
Pony bedsheets.  She sat up straight after she came, gently pushing me
away from her cleft and throwing her arms around me, hugging me.  We
held each other for a few minutes and then got out of bed. 
 
"Wash up and get dressed, Dana," I said, heading for the bathroom. 
"I'm going to wake up your brother."  She nodded and followed me into
the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet as I slid aside the door to
David's room. 
 
I stood in the middle of David's room and looked around for a moment.  
There was something about a boy's room that fascinated me.  Maybe it
was because I had to share my room in Florida with Del and Paco, and
had watched half of it transform from my dainty pink and white
sanctuary to a riot of sports equipment, posters of athletes, and other
artifacts of a boy's life.  My best friends, Luci and Tina, had their
rooms to themselves, and I often envied them: no clutter, no piles of
stinky, sweaty clothes, their stuffed animals not displaced by baseball
gloves. 
 
All that clutter fascinated me, though, as if it contained some hidden 
information, some insight into the boy's personality.  David's bedroom 
was no different.  Shelves of plastic models and books, a couple of 
soccer balls, an electric guitar propped up in a corner, clothes thrown
over a chair, textbooks open on the desk, posters of cars, planes, Star
Wars on the wall.  In the middle of it all was David, lying in his bed,
on his stomach and clutching his pillow, his sheets pushed down around 
his hips.  I slowly sat down on the bed and watched him for a minute or
two. 
 
I heard the toilet flush, and then Dana appeared, coming in from the 
bathroom.  She stood next to me, putting her arm around my shoulder. 
 
"Aren't you going to wake him up?" she asked. 
 
"I was just about to," I said, trying to figure out how to get him to 
roll over on to his back without waking up.  Finally, I reached out and
lightly traced the curve of his spine with my fingertip, barely grazing
him.  David shrugged his shoulder and murmured something, so I did it 
again, even softer this time.  He stirred momentarily and rolled over. 
 
The sheets were wrapped around his hips, so I carefully tugged and
freed them, exposing his body down to the knees.  David's penis was
half-hard, as if some sexy dream had just started.  I knelt over his
legs and took his cock in my mouth without using my hands, feeling him
harden between my lips.  He was quickly erect, and I slowly began to
bob my head up and down, engulfing and releasing his shiny shaft. 
 
"Can I do that, Annie?" Dana asked.  I released David's hardness from
my mouth and looked over at her. 
 
"Sure, go ahead," I said.  "Do it slowly, so he won't wake up too
fast." 
 
Dana leaned over from the side of the bed and guided her brother's 
glistening boycock into her mouth, sucking him slowly, as I had told 
her.  I shifted back towards the foot of the bed and leaned down
between his spread thighs, kissing and tonguing his fuzzy balls, gently
sucking the almond-sized testes within his silky sac.  I could hear a
murmuring coming from the other end of the bed, but Dana's head was in
the way and I couldn't see if David was awake or not. 
 
"Nice...," David whispered, finally awake and realizing that this
wasn't a dream.  There really were two hungry mouths working over his
cock and balls.  His hips began to move, making his smooth shaft glide
over his sister's lips.  Now that he was awake, I could suck and tongue
his nuts harder, earning a gasp from him when I began to probe behind
them with my fingers, toying with the gap between his cheeks. 
 
I felt David's testicles tighten, contracting towards his body, his
hips stabbing upwards towards his sister's loving lips.  Suddenly,
Dana's eyes widened and she gagged, pulling her head back from her
brother's penis and coughing wetly.  She ran into the bathroom and
began spitting her brother's cum into the toilet, caught by surprise
when David had erupted in her mouth.  I wrapped my lips around his
spasming cock, sucking the last couple of spurts of his semen, milking
him with my lips before cleaning the remains of his ejaculation from
his softening shaft. 
 
"Sorry, Dana," David called out, trying to suppress the urge to laugh 
hysterically.  She was still spitting out his seed.  I heard the toilet
flush and then the sound of her brushing her teeth.  By this time, both
David and I were laughing so hard we were nearly in tears. 
 
"Wash up and get dressed," I said to David.  "I'll go check on her 
before I start breakfast.  We shared a quick kiss before I walked into 
the bathroom where Dana was still busy brushing. 
 
"You okay, Dana?" I asked her.  She nodded, still brushing, but then
she spit into the sink and rinsed out her mouth with a Dixie cup full
of tap water. 
 
"Tastes awful," she said. 
 
"You get used to it after a while, I guess." 
 
"Really?  I'll never..." 
 
"David's tastes pretty good, compared to some others I've swallowed," I
said.  Over the previous year, my year on the street, I'd tasted 
hundreds and hundreds of different men's semen.  They ran the gamut
from toxically bitter to cloyingly sweet.  David didn't really drink or
smoke, his blood sugar levels were normal, his diet healthy, which made
his seminal fluid taste fairly bland compared to some of the chain-
smoking alcoholics I'd serviced. 
 
"Ewwww."  That was Dana's last word on the subject.  I gave her a quick
hug and left her in the bathroom as she started to brush her teeth for
a second time.  I threw on my kimono and headed for the kitchen,
letting the dog out into the back yard before putting on a pot of
coffee. 
 
After a big breakfast of waffles and sausages, the kids sat down in 
front of the television, clicking through the Sunday morning talk shows
to find some cartoons.  I headed to the bathroom and took a long, 
relaxing shower, getting to know the massage wand a bit more
intimately.  After drying off, I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt
and joined David and Dana in the living room.  They made room on the
couch so I could sit between them, snuggling up to me on both sides. 
 
My father and Mia returned home a couple of hours later.  Mia rushed 
over to the couch and hugged the three of us, kissing the tops of our 
heads, smiling and laughing.  Even my father had a contented grin on
his face, winking at me as he headed down the hall to his bedroom, to
change out of his suit. 
 
"How was it?" I asked Mia.  I had followed her into the kitchen and 
watched as she put on water for tea. 
 
"I'll tell you later," she said, giggling.  "Would you do me another
big favor?" 
 
"Sure," I said.  "Anything." 
 
"Could you take the kids swimming this afternoon?  There's an indoor 
pool at the clubhouse." 
 
"Of course," I said.  "You've got plans for the afternoon?" 
 
"Well, we were planning on heading back downtown for brunch, but I
think we might just spend the day here.  Alone." 
 
"I get it," I said, giving her a wink and a sly smile.  "Have fun,
Mia."  She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. 
 
"I'll give you some money for lunch before you go.  Oh, and one other 
thing." 
 
"What's that?" 
 
"Frank's going to take the kids out to dinner tonight.  He wants you
and I to spend some time together, just the two of us.  To get to know
each other better." 
 
"That'll be fun," I said.  We shared a quick hug and then I went back
to the living room to let David and Dana know we were going swimming.  
Excited, they jumped up from the couch and ran to their rooms to change
into their suits.  Dana was going to wear a one-piece maillot, styled 
after the US Olympic swimming team's suits, but when she saw my string 
bikini, she changed into a skimpy two-piece that was a size or two too 
small.  I helped her tie the halter top and tugged the bottoms over her
round little cheeks.  It was only going to hit the mid-seventies that 
afternoon, so we put on jeans over our bathing suits for the walk to
the clubhouse.  David met us in the hall, and I stopped off in the
kitchen to get money for lunch from Mia before walking the kids over to
the pool. 
 
We pretty much had the place to ourselves.  Most of the newer houses at
Rancho Paradiso had been built with indoor pools, and barely half of
the older houses were occupied as residents traded up from Phase I
homes to ones built later.  There was no lifeguard on duty, but I kept
a close eye on Dana and David as they dived off the high board and swam
back and forth. 
 
I sent David over to the clubhouse's snack bar for sandwiches and then,
after the requisite thirty minutes to digest our lunch, we spent the 
afternoon swimming, diving, lounging by the pool.  David loved to show 
off for me, plunging into the pool cannonball-style from the high
diving board, though he had to cool it a bit when an older couple
arrived at the pool to take some leisurely laps back and forth in the
water.  We showered off the chlorine pool water at the clubhouse and
headed back home, carrying our wet suits.  My father and Mia were still
in their bedroom when we got back, so I helped the kids hang their
suits up to dry and we went out to the back yard and kicked one of
David's soccer balls around for a while. 
 
The kids were hungry when Mia and my father finally emerged from their 
bedroom, so they left almost immediately, heading for a local pizza 
parlor.  Mia opened a bottle of wine and started preparing dinner, lamb
chops with mint jelly, along with a salad of mixed greens.  Schultzie 
stood alert on the kitchen floor, ready to snarf up anything that fell 
from the counter or cutting board. 
 
"So, how was last night?" I asked Mia over a forkful of lettuce. 
 
"Nice," she replied, taking a sip of her wine.  "We hadn't gone out 
dancing in almost a year.  It was such a treat.  Thanks again for 
watching the kids." 
 
"My pleasure," I said.  If only she knew what pleasure it had really 
been. 
 
"We had champagne and strawberries sent up to the room," Mia said.  "It
was lovely."  She blushed slightly, as if remembering an intimate
moment from the night before. 
 
"Sounds romantic." 
 
"It was," she said. 
 
While I cleaned up and washed the dishes, Mia went back into her
bedroom and changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants, returning with a
bottle of moisturizer. 
 
"Let's sit in the living room," she said, picking up her wineglass.  I 
finished the dishes and went to Dana's room, changing into my own 
sweatshirt and pants, the ones I'd gotten from Trish the year before, 
emblazoned with the word "GEORGETOWN" on the front of the shirt and
down the left pants leg.  Grabbing the wine and my glass from the
kitchen, I joined Mia on the living room couch.  She'd put on some soft
music, and was reclining on the sofa, her sweatshirt hoisted over her
belly, rubbing moisturizer into her skin. 
 
"I hate these stretch marks," she said, pointing out the streaks that 
marred her otherwise perfect skin. 
 
"Does this help?" I asked, picking up the bottle of Nivea cream. 
 
"That's what I've heard," Mia said. 
 
"Would you like me to do that for you?" I asked her. 
 
"Could you?" she said.  "My arms are getting tired." 
 
"I'd be glad to," I said, squirting some lotion on my palms and rubbing
them to warm it up before smoothing it into her swollen belly.  Every
so often I'd feel the baby kick inside her, and I couldn't help but
wonder how it felt to carry a living thing inside me. 
 
"That feels good," Mia said, dreamily.  She tugged her sweatpants down
a bit so I could rub lotion into her waist and hips. 
 
"You have beautiful skin," I said, pouring more lotion on to my hands 
and caressing the sensual curve of her belly. 
 
"Thank you," she said.  "I'd trade it for your pretty blond hair."  Mia
reached forward and ran her fingers through my locks, gently brushing
my cheek in the process. 
 
"It's too thin.  It just lays there," I said. 
 
"You could get a perm, you know." 
 
"I know, but they're so messy and smelly."  I remembered the Toni home 
permanent kits my mother used to buy for herself when I was younger, 
before she started getting it done professionally at a salon. 
 
"Well, I think your hair's nice just the way it is," Mia said. 
 
"Thanks." 
 
"Annie?" 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"Would you mind doing...?" Mia said, lifting her sweatshirt over her 
breasts.  Like her belly, they were swollen, her nipples stretched into
big brown disks. 
 
"Not at all," I said.  I squeezed some more lotion into my hands and 
began to rub it into her breasts, one at a time, slowly, gently. 
 
"I used to be so small," Mia said, reaching for her wine.  "Now look at
me.  I feel like a dairy cow." 
 
"They're lovely," I said.  "So...womanly." 
 
"And to think that Frank wanted to buy me implants after we got 
married." 
 
"He did?" 
 
"Well, I think he was just joking around, but..."  Mia's eyes began to 
mist. 
 
"Mia?  What's wrong?" 
 
"Frank's afraid to touch me," she said, her voice cracking.  "Since I 
got pregnant." 
 
"You mean you haven't...?" 
 
"Not for months." 
 
"What about last night?  At the hotel?" 
 
"I sucked him.  That's all we do these days.  Then we cuddle
afterwards, but..." 
 
"That's not enough." 
 
"No, it isn't.  I just can't wait for this baby to be born, for things 
to get back to normal.  But there'll be those feedings at three in the 
morning, and it'll take months to lose this weight." 
 
"I'm sorry," I said. 
 
"Don't be.  I wouldn't trade this for the world.  But I just wish..." 
 
"I know.  I know."  I leaned forward and kissed her cheek, stopping a 
single tear in its tracks.  Mia turned her head and our lips touched, 
lightly at first, and then with passion as our tongues met and melted 
together.  I kept my hand on her breast, kneading it a bit harder as we
kissed. 
 
"We shouldn't...," Mia whispered after breaking off our kiss. 
 
"Why not?" I said, gently caressing her breasts again.  I lightly 
circled her big brown areola with my finger tip and Mia shivered with 
delight. 
 
"I'm your stepmother.  It's not right." 
 
"Says who?" I said, leaning in to kiss her again.  "Let's go to the 
bedroom."  There was no resistance to this suggestion.  I got up from 
the couch and held out my hand, helping Mia to her feet.  She grabbed 
the bottle of lotion and I followed her into the bedroom with our wine 
glasses, closing the door behind us.  Mia began to pull her sweatshirt 
over her head. 
 
"Let me help you," I said, tugging at her shirt, lifting it up to free 
her arms.  She sat down on the edge of the bed and I helped her out of 
the sweatpants and the plain white cotton panties she wore. 
 
"Lay back," I said, picking up the bottle of lotion and squirting some 
more into my palms, warming it up before gently rubbing it into her 
thighs.  She spread her legs slightly, exposing her sex to me.  Her 
labia bloomed like an orchid, and her pubic hair was trimmed into a
neat little triangle that covered her mons. 
 
"You've been waxing," I said. 
 
"I thought I'd keep it neat.  For the doctor, anyway," Mia said, 
laughing. 
 
"Lovely," I whispered, leaning forward and kissing the little patch of 
hair above her cleft. 
 
"Take these off," Mia said, tugging at the sleeve of my sweatshirt.  I 
pulled it off over my head and skinned off the sweatpants, kneeling 
between her legs dressed only in my panties as I continued rubbing the 
moisturizer into her skin.  Mia smiled and laid her head back on the 
pillow, enjoying my pampering. 
 
"Roll on to your side so I can do your back," I said.  As she turned I 
poured more lotion into my hands, massaging it into her back muscles, 
working lower, over her bottom and the backs of her thighs. 
 
"Mmmmm...," she murmured, dreamily. 
 
"Feel nice?" 
 
"Wonderful." 
 
When I finished doing her back, I stretched out behind her, caressing 
her round belly, kissing her long neck.  She slowly rolled over to face
me, and our lips touched again, her tongue teasing my own.  She reached
out for my breasts, touching them tentatively at first before fondling 
and gently squeezing them.  Our thighs intertwined, and I could feel
her sex, warm and moist against my skin. 
 
"Mia," I whispered, clinging to her round belly, taking one of her big 
brown nipples in my mouth and suckling her like a baby.  She gasped as
I lightly grazed it with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth and milking
her with my lips.  As she stroked my hair I could taste a thin fluid 
coming from her breast. 
 
"Baby," she murmured, pressing her cleft hard against my thigh,
grinding it back and forth over my skin. 
 
"I can taste it," I said, releasing her nipple and kissing her.  There 
was something else I wanted to taste.  Slowly, I began to slide down
her body, kissing her breasts, her swollen belly, her knees, her
thighs, homing in on her center, her delicate flower.  Mia rolled on to
her back and spread her thighs, anticipating my kiss. 
 
I guess I expected a different taste, since she was pregnant, but her 
nectar was just like every other grown woman I'd made love with, Julia,
Helen, Trish, even Sister Katherine.  There was one difference, though:
Mia was wetter than anyone I'd seen.  As soon as I began to suckle her 
dark labia, her juices began to flow.  I reached for my sweatpants and 
slid them under her bottom so she wouldn't stain the duvet. 
 
There was no need to tease her clit; it was swollen even before I 
touched it with the tip of my tongue.  Almost immediately, Mia began to
moan and squirm on the bed, her big belly heaving as she breathed.  I 
held her swollen abdomen as I ravished her needy sex, wondering if the 
baby could feel anything.  The thought crossed my mind that this might 
be my strangest threesome, and I had to suppress the urge to start 
laughing. 
 
I licked and sucked her beautiful pearl until her moans became screams 
of pleasure, months of pent-up frustration pouring out of her like the 
juices that flowed from her cleft.  She rolled this way and that, 
pinning me between her quivering thighs, but I stayed glued to her sex,
intent on pleasuring her until she made me stop.  Mia hit a second peak
of pleasure before she gently pushed my head away from her soaked
pussy.  I crawled up in the bed and laid next to her, and she kissed
me, tasting her own nectar on my glistening lips. 
 
"Anne...," she whispered.  Her eyes were misty with tears, her voice 
hoarse from her cries of pleasure.  "Annie..." 
 
"Shhh..."  I held her in my arms, caressing her belly, her breasts, 
kissing her again. 
 
"Annie," she whispered again.  "I've got to pee badly.  Could you help 
me up?"  I crawled out of bed and supported her as she struggled to her
feet, her knees still weak from her release, helping her into the 
bathroom.  She sat down on the toilet and unselfconsciously began to 
empty her bladder.  I sat on the edge of the big black marble bathtub 
and looked around.  It was a huge bathroom, with a double sink that 
matched the tub and gold plated faucets.  The tub was big enough for
two people, at least. 
 
"You've done that before?" Mia asked, getting up from the toilet and 
wiping herself. 
 
"Done what?" 
 
"Made love to a woman," she said, reaching over to flush the toilet. 
 
"Yes," I replied, helping her back to the bed. 
 
"You don't like boys?" 
 
"No, I do.  I do," I said, snuggling next to her, wondering if she'd 
make love to me.  The sheer naughtiness of making love to my pregnant 
stepmother had left me incredibly horny. 
 
"We should get up," Mia said.  "Frank and the kids will be home soon." 
 
"I guess," I said, disappointed.  Mia sat up and swung her legs around,
trying to reach down to the carpet to pick up her discarded panties.  I
climbed out of bed and helped her, slipping them up over her thighs, 
followed by her sweatpants.  My own pants were soaked from her juices, 
but at least the bed wasn't stained.  I slipped on my sweatshirt, which
went down to my thighs, just long enough to cover my bottom, and 
followed Mia back into the living room, throwing my wet pants on to my 
cot as I passed Dana's bedroom, startling the dog, who was lying on the
floor next to Dana's bed.  We'd just settled down on the couch when I 
heard a car pull into the driveway. 
 
David and Dana bounded into the living room, giving me and Mia a big
hug each, even though they'd been gone for just a couple of hours.  My 
father was right behind them, leaning over the back of the couch to
kiss his wife.  The kids excused themselves and headed off to their
rooms to finish doing their homework. 
 
"How was dinner?" Mia asked my father. 
 
"Fine, fine," he replied, going over to the bar and pouring himself a 
drink.  "We went out for ice cream after."  He sat down in one of the 
chairs across from the couch and sipped his drink.  I could see his
gaze falling on my thighs, trying to catch a glimpse of panty under my 
sweatshirt. 
 
"Frank, would you excuse us?" Mia asked my father. 
 
"Oh, sorry," he said.  "Girl talk.  I got it.  I'll get out of your 
way." 
 
"Thanks, honey," she said. 
 
"No problem," my father replied, leaning over to kiss her again.  "I'll
be in my office if you need anything.  Good night, Annie."  He kissed
me on the cheek and left us to ourselves.  When he was safely out of
sight, Mia reached for my hand and gently squeezed it. 
 
"So, tell me," she said in a hushed voice, "who was your first?" 
 
"My first?" 
 
"Your first woman.  The first you slept with."  I smiled at her and
took a sip of my wine. 
 
"Well, first there was my best friend Luci," I said. 
 
"How old were you?" 
 
"Ten." 
 
"No!  Really?" 
 
"Yes.  We were so curious about everything." 
 
"What, you just started fooling around?" Mia asked. 
 
"Sort of.  We found some magazines in her mother's closet.  They were 
her father's, but he'd passed away and I guess her mother didn't want
to throw them out or something." 
 
"So you looked through them with her?" 
 
"Yeah, and we were like totally confused by it all.  Some of the 
magazines were pretty raunchy, mostly the European ones." 
 
"I can imagine," she said. 
 
"Then we found her mother's vibrator," I said, feeling myself blush 
slightly at the memory of watching Luci use it on herself, how her 
little body shook with pleasure. 
 
"And you...?" 
 
"Yes, we did." 
 
"Together?" 
 
"Yeah.  Luci's mom had a dildo, too, and we'd take turns." 
 
"When was your first kiss?" Mia asked. 
 
"That was later.  It was on a dare, my stepbrother dared us to kiss
each other.  After that we'd do it when we were alone," I said. 
 
"Did you fool around with him, too?" 
 
"Yes, all the time." 
 
"Wow," Mia said, looking flushed as she reached for her wine.  "So, she
was your first.  Were there any others?" 
 
"Yes," I replied. 
 
"How many?" she asked.  "I mean, I don't want to seem nosy.  I'm just 
really curious is all.  Do you mind my asking about this?" 
 
"No, not at all," I said, squeezing her hand.  "After Luci moved away I
met another girl, Tina.  She was my new best friend." 
 
"You were with her, too?" Mia asked.  I nodded. 
 
"What about boys?  When did you lose...?" 
 
"I was eleven." 
 
"Really?" 
 
"Yeah, but I'd already torn my cherry with the vibrator." 
 
"And this was with your stepbrother?" she asked. 
 
"Del.  Short for Delberto.  He and his brother Paco shared my room
after my mother remarried." 
 
"How old were they?" 
 
"Del was twelve, Paco was ten." 
 
"You did it with Paco, too?" 
 
"Yes."  I felt a lump rising in my throat, as I usually did when I 
thought about them and Ramon and Julia.  I missed them so. 
 
"Anne?  What's wrong?" 
 
"I...I just..."  I moved closer to her and laid my head on her breasts,
feeling tears start to well up in my eyes.  "I just miss them so much. 
It's been over a year since they died, but I can't help..." 
 
"Annie, Annie...," Mia cooed, putting down her glass and stroking my 
hair, kissing the top of my head.  I clung to her belly as I quietly 
wept, feeling her wrap her arms around me.  I knew she didn't expect me
to continue, but I felt so close to her.  I felt like telling her
almost everything. 
 
"After we moved to Maine I met this woman," I whispered.  "She was
older than me, in her fifties.  Julia.  We fell in love." 
 
"Anne, you don't have to..." 
 
"I want to.  I miss her, too.  She died a year ago and I still think 
about her all the time." 
 
"Poor baby," Mia whispered, gently rocking me in her arms.  Though she 
was only nine years older than me, I felt safe in her arms, loved, 
cherished, like I was really her daughter. 
 
I was going to tell Mia about my year on the streets, the shelter, the 
men I sucked for money, life with Delia and Cami, but a quiet voice in 
the back of my mind told me that this wasn't the right thing to do.  
Since Bradley and Helen had found me on the street and taken me in, I 
wondered what people would think of me if the things I had to do that 
year became known. 
 
Mia rocked and caressed me for a while, until I began to feel better. 
I sat up on the couch and reached for my wineglass, draining the little
bit that remained.  Then I walked into the kitchen and dried my tears 
with a paper towel, picking up the bottle of wine and bringing it back 
into the living room, refilling my glass and topping off hers. 
 
"Thanks," Mia said, taking a sip. 
 
"So, now it's your turn," I said. 
 
"My turn?" 
 
"I've told you some of my secrets.  How about you?" 
 
"Annie...," she said, nearly choking on her wine.  "I don't know..." 
 
"Nevermind, then," I said, disappointed.  "Forget I asked." 
 
"No, no, I'll tell you," Mia said.  "It's only fair, I suppose." 
 
"Right.  Fair's fair," I replied.  "First kiss?" 
 
"Hmmm...first kiss.  Jean-Claude, I guess." 
 
"How old were you?" 
 
"Thirteen," she said. 
 
"Did he take your...?" 
 
"No, no.  That wasn't until I was sixteen.  Gregor." 
 
"Gregor?" 
 
"Yes, that was his name.  Beautiful boy, his parents were from Hungary.
 We did it on their bed, there was so much blood on the sheets when we 
were done.  I was so shocked, embarrassed.  We pulled the sheets off
and even the mattress was stained." 
 
"Did you get caught?" I asked her. 
 
"No, we flipped the mattress over and put on new sheets," she said. 
"It hurt so much, too.  Not as much as childbirth, I guess."  Mia
rubbed her swollen belly, as if caressing the baby inside. 
 
"What about, um..." 
 
"What?" 
 
"Women?" I asked her.  Mia looked flushed again and took another sip of
wine.  I snuggled up against her again, resting my head on her
shoulder. 
 
"Do not tell anyone about this, ever.  Okay?" she whispered.  "Frank 
doesn't even know about this." 
 
"I promise."  I made the cross-my-heart sign. 
 
"Freshman year at McGill," she said, lowering her voice in case anyone 
was listening.  "My room mate was this really bookish girl, smart, 
pretty but just a bit overweight, very shy.  You can't imagine how shy 
she was.  She'd cringe whenever someone tried to talk to her."  Mia 
paused for a moment when she heard a door open down the hallway, taking
a sip of her wine.  A minute later, when the door closed again, she 
continued. 
 
"Anyway, I was seeing this guy, pre-med, and Lena -- that was her name,
Lena -- agreed to head over to the library to study.  That way we could
have the room to ourselves, you know?" she said.  I nodded, as 
interested in this snippet of college life as I was in the story of her
first lesbian experience. 
 
"The next night, to thank her for letting us have some time alone in
the room, I took her out to a bar near campus.  I had been trying to
get her to come out with us for a while, have some fun, get her out of
her shell, you know?" 
 
"Yes, I know," I said.  I was painfully shy when I was younger, but I 
managed to grow out of it.  And then some. 
 
"So she came with us, me and a few of my friends, and you know what?  
She had fun.  She drank, she danced, she talked to boys, the whole
deal.  So, anyway, we stumble back to the dorm.  We had been ordering
pitchers of beer and shots, and I could tell she was not used to
drinking, but she was okay, not too wasted or anything.  I was pretty
bombed, though, and Lena had to help me get undressed.  So she takes my
bra off and boom!  She's cupping my tit.  Not squeezing it or playing
with my nipples, just holding it, saying nothing." 
 
"Wow," I said, shifting slightly on the couch.  "What did you do?" 
 
"I turned my head, like I was going to ask her what she was doing, you 
know?  And suddenly we're kissing!  And you know what?  It was 
wonderful," Mia said, reaching for her wineglass.  "Her lips were so 
soft.  It wasn't like kissing that pre-med, I can't even remember his 
name.  He'd stick his tongue down my freaking throat." 
 
"So what happened next?" I asked her.  Mia took another sip of wine 
before continuing. 
 
"The next thing I knew we were in my bed together, totally naked, 
kissing and hugging each other.  It was beautiful, she was beautiful, 
like I was seeing her for the first time.  She was so soft and tender, 
so patient and gentle.  And she was anything but shy in bed.  She could
make me come so hard..." 
 
"How long did you see each other?" 
 
"Well, we really didn't 'see' one another, not like we were
girlfriends, anyway.  I was still dating the Tongue, and she knew that.
 And we kept everything secret.  You know, in a girls' dorm nothing is
secret, and people look at you differently if they know this about you.
 Montreal's a pretty hip city, but a lot of the students had that
provincial attitude.  You know what I mean?" 
 
"Yeah, sort of," I said.  "Maine was like that."  You might see gay 
people walking around holding hands in Ogunquit, but in Portland they'd
have been beaten to a pulp, even killed.  "So what happened?" 
 
"We'd sleep together most nights, at least those nights when I didn't 
have a date.  Sometimes we'd even push our beds together for the night 
and make love for hours.  But then Lena went home for the summer and 
that was the last I saw of her," Mia said. 
 
"You miss her?" 
 
"Sort of, yes.  She was so sweet." 
 
"Mia...," I whispered, laying my head on her breasts again.  "I'm 
sorry." 
 
"Don't be," she said.  "It was just sort of a fling, nothing really 
serious.  Not for me, anyway.  Sometimes I thought Lena was really in 
love with me.  She wouldn't admit to anything more than a crush, but
you can tell from the way someone looks at you, you know?" 
 
"Yes," I replied, looking up at her.  There was something funny about 
the way Mia was looking at me. 
 
"Hey," she said.  "I want to show you something.  Come."  We got off
the couch and I followed her out of the living room, into a room that
opened off of the front hall.  Like my father's den, it was set up as
an office, with a desk, electric typewriter, shelves of books, filing 
cabinets, a couple of chairs, and a small couch. 
 
"This is my office," Mia said, closing the door and locking it.  "Used 
to be the guest bedroom.  Like it?" 
 
"Yes, it's nice," I said.  Unlike my father's office, this one was 
nicely decorated, with framed prints on the wall, some Indian artwork,
a hand-woven rug on the floor.  I looked over the bookshelves: they
were filled with foreign language dictionaries and reference books, a
few novels in French, Russian, and Spanish, some bound reports and
looseleaf notebooks.  In the corner of the room was a crib and a
changing table, still in their boxes, unassembled.  In a couple of
months this room would be transformed from an office to the baby's
bedroom. 
 
I felt hands around my waist, one roaming up under my sweatshirt to my 
breasts, the other dipping down into my panties, cupping my mound, and
a big round belly pressing against the small of my back.  Then breath, 
warm breath on the back of my neck, a gentle kiss, the nuzzle of a
nose. 
 
"Mia...," I whispered. 
 
"Annie," she said softly.  I wanted to turn around and kiss her, but
her hands on my breasts and pussy felt so nice.  She dipped a finger
into my moist passage, and I let out a quiet gasp as she found my clit.
 
"Let me make you feel good," she whispered in my ear. 
 
"Mia, you don't have to..." 
 
"I want to.  Please." 
 
I turned around, shuddering slightly as her fingertip dragged across my
hidden pearl and slipped out of my panties, taking her in my arms and 
kissing her, lightly at first, and then passionately.  She squeezed my 
bottom, pulling me closer to her belly, making me bend my body to fit 
her new shape.  Her hands roamed higher, over my back, pulling my 
sweatshirt up over my head, forcing me to break off our kiss.  She 
tossed it aside and our lips met again, tongues meeting, melting 
together. 
 
Mia guided me to the couch, positioning me so that I was kneeling on
the cushions, facing the wall.  She stood behind me, cupping my breasts
in her hands as she kissed my shoulders, working lower down my back. 
Her hands fell to my hips, and I felt her tugging at my panties,
pulling them down my thighs.  I leaned forward, leaning against the
back of the couch, and presented my now bare bottom to her.  She took
one of the cushions and laid it on the floor, kneeling behind me. 
 
Mia's hands roamed over my cheeks and thighs, and I could feel her 
breath on my skin, getting closer to my cleft, a cloud of warmth that 
foreshadowed what was to come.  The fulfillment of this promise began 
with a tender kiss on my sex. 
 
"You shaved?" Mia whispered. 
 
"Yes." 
 
"I like it.  So clean," she said.  Mia kissed me down there again, and 
then I felt her tongue part my lips, entering me, probing me, tasting
my nectar.  I sighed and arched my back, spreading my thighs wider to
give her access to my flower.  She stroked my thighs as she licked me
from front to back, pushing her tongue inside me with each repetition. 
I began to rock back and forth to her languid rhythm, that wonderful 
tingling growing inside my belly. 
 
She pulled me back a bit so she could reach my pearl with her tongue, 
using her thumb to penetrate my slit, probing my bottom with a wet 
fingertip.  I took one hand off of the back of the couch and squeezed
my breasts, flicking my fingers over my nipples as she ravished my sex.
 It might have been a few years since she'd last been with a woman, but
Mia knew exactly what to do, reading my responses, repeating the things
that made me gasp, moan, shudder.  Her thumb began to move in and out
of me faster as her tongue lashed my clit, making my thighs quiver and
the couch shake. 
 
It was her hand, not her tongue, that brought me to my climax.  As
Mia's thumb sawed in and out of my cunny, her fingertip penetrated my
bottom, pinching the flesh that separated my two hungry holes.  I
grabbed the back of the couch and pushed my hips back, wanting her to
probe me deeper, to push me over the edge, to bring me release.  She
stopped licking my pearl and concentrated on fingerfucking me, reaching
around my thighs with her other hand to continue what her mouth had
started.  I bit my lip, trying not to cry out as I came, but the
intense wave of pleasure that washed through me made that impossible. 
I buried my face in the back cushion of the couch and let out a quiet
scream. 
 
It seemed as if Mia could have mad me moan and shudder all night.  I
had to fall sideways and stretch out along the length of the couch to
get her to stop.  She leaned forward and laid her head on my belly,
licking my juices from her thumb until I sat up and kissed her, tasting
my own nectar on her lips. 
 
"Thanks," I whispered. 
 
"My pleasure," she replied, her slight French accent making the words 
sound like "Mon plaisir".  She slowly stood up and returned the cushion
to the couch before heading over to the windows and opening one a few 
inches.  The room was small, and it was filled with the scent of our 
lovemaking.  I pulled up my panties and stood up from the couch,
walking over to her, holding her from behind, kissing her graceful
neck. 
 
"I miss watching a woman find her pleasure," Mia whispered.  "Men like 
Frank just grunt, squirt, and fall asleep.  You looked so beautiful
when you came." 
 
"Thank you," I said, kissing her again. 
 
"We should go back to the living room," she said, turning in my arms
and kissing me on the lips.  I pulled on my sweatshirt and followed her
out of her office. 
 
"I was wondering where you two were," my father said.  He was sitting
on the living room couch, his feet up on the coffee table, a fresh
drink in his hand. 
 
"I wanted to see her office," I said, sitting down and crossing my legs
so my panties didn't show.  Mia sat next to me and reached for her 
wineglass. 
 
"Anne wanted a French lesson," she said. 
 
"Oh, did she?" my father replied. 
 
"Oui," I said, taking a sip of wine.  He smirked, like he didn't really
believe this sorry excuse, but he didn't seem to be too jealous,
either.  Men are funny that way, willing to share their wives with
another woman but turning into monsters if another man was involved. 
Most of them, anyway.  The people Bradley and Helen partied with had no
problems with something like that, so long as they could watch or join
in the fun. 
 
"Would you like to come to work with me tomorrow?" my father asked. 
 
"We're going shopping, Frank," Mia said, even before I could reply. 
"Me and Annie." 
 
"Oh, well then what about Tuesday?" 
 
"I'd like that," I said. 
 
"Great."  He swirled his drink and stood up, heading back down the 
hallway to his office. 
 
"Do you think he knows?" Mia asked as soon as she heard his door close.
 She reached for my hand and squeezed it. 
 
"I don't know," I replied.  "But if he does, it seems to me that he 
doesn't care." 
 
"Really?  Why wouldn't he...?" 
 
"It's a guy thing, Mia." 
 
"I don't understand." 
 
"I really don't, either," I said.  "It just is.  Maybe it's the promise
of a potential 'threesome'." 
 
"No!  You think he wants to...?  With you?  His own daughter?"  Mia's 
eyes were as wide as saucers. 
 
"No, no, no," I said, knowing the opposite was really the truth.  "I 
just mean in general, you know?" 
 
"Oh, okay," she said, mock-fanning herself with her hand.  "You had me 
going there for a second.  I guess I understand now."  Mia took a sip
of her wine. 
 
"Has he ever asked you about something like that?" 
 
"A threesome?  Never.  I know he looks at other women.  I catch him 
doing that all the time.  But I'm sure he's been faithful to me." 
 
"That's good," I said, wondering if jerking off in his daughter's 
panties counted as "faithful" or not. 
 
We talked for a while and then Mia excused herself, heading off to bed 
after giving me a quick kiss.  I was tired, too, but I poured a half 
glass of wine and turned on the television, clicking through the 
channels until I decided that there was nothing on worth watching.  I 
shut it off and sat on the couch, sipping my wine, once again wondering
what life here would be like.  The dog padded into the living room and 
climbed on to the couch, stretching out and laying his head in my lap. 
I petted his soft fur for a while, finishing my wine before heading off
to bed.  Schultzie followed me and took his place on the rug next to 
Dana's bed, circling three times before curling up and yawning.  Dana 
was fast asleep, her bedtime having arrived an hour before.  She'd 
thrown off her covers and lay sprawled on her stomach, her nightie 
riding up around her slim hips, exposing her little cotton panties.  I 
pulled off my sweatshirt and stretched out on the cot, trying not to 
wake her. 
 
Sleep didn't come easily.  I lay on the cot, staring at the ceiling, 
counting the glow-in-the-dark adhesive stars someone had stuck on
Dana's ceiling.  I'd counted nearly a hundred when I heard the door
slowly open.  Through half-closed eyelids, I saw the silhouette of a
man, tall, broad shoulders, wearing a bathrobe.  My father.  He closed
the door behind him and my eyes readjusted to the darkness. 
 
My father stood over the beds and untied his robe, pulling something
out of his pocket.  Probably the panties he'd stolen from me, I
thought.  He wrapped them around his erection and began to slowly
stroke himself, his gaze alternating between Dana's bottom and my bare
breasts.  I thought about staying perfectly still, feigning sleep, but
there was something inside me that made me want to reach out, to touch
him, to please him, just like when I'd posed nearly naked for him out
in the desert.  I wanted to be his good little girl. 
 
My father froze when I sat up on the cot, quietly moving down to the 
foot of the lumpy mattress, reaching out for him, taking my pink cotton
panties from his hand and exposing his hardness.  I heard him swallow 
and clear his throat. 
 
"It's just a dream, Annie," he said, just like that first night. 
 
"No it's not, Daddy."  I cupped his balls, gently squeezing them.  His 
erection had started to wilt when he saw me sit up, but now it began to
return to its former state.  I wrapped my fingers around his veiny
shaft and began to slowly stroke him. 
 
"Annie...," he gasped. 
 
"Shhhh...," I whispered.  "You'll wake her."  I saw him nod and then I 
leaned forward, into his crotch, parting my lips to take his hardness 
into my mouth.  He gasped again, but said nothing as I began to suck 
him. 
 
His penis was nothing like I remembered it, but a dozen years had
passed since he'd tried to get me to jerk him off while he bathed me. 
At that time it seemed huge, and memory had made it seem even bigger. 
I'd only been three years old, though, and everything seems big when
you're that age.  Seeing it once again, up close and personal, it
didn't seem like the one-eyed monster anymore.  I'd known bigger ones,
like Robby's or Mr. O'Hare's. 
 
That's not to say he was small.  He wasn't, in fact I'd place him above
average in length and girth.  He was circumcised, too, which sort of 
surprised me.  Most of the men his age I'd known still had their 
foreskins, unless they were Jewish.  My parents were nominally 
Presbyterians, though we hardly ever went to church. 
 
As I sunk my lips down his shaft, bathing the underside with my tongue,
he stood perfectly still, not moving his hips, just letting me pleasure
him with my mouth.  The thought struck me that this wasn't just my 
father's penis, this was the organ that had given me life, that planted
a seed in my mother's womb.  I wondered if she'd ever done this for
him.  She must have; I'd seen her suck Ramon's thick tool plenty of
times while my stepbrothers and I spied on their lovemaking through the
hole in our closet wall.  I remembered something I'd seen back then, 
something about the way my mother used to tilt her head as she sucked
my stepfather's cock.  I began to suck my father that way, turning my
head left and right as I engulfed and released his hardness.  He placed
his hands on my shoulders and began to rock back and forth on his feet,
sliding his cock over my lips. 
 
"That's right...suck me...suck Daddy's cock...," he whispered.  Like 
some of the men I'd serviced when I was on the street, my father was a 
Talker, a man who liked to narrate the act, giving a blow-by-blow 
description of a blow job.  I squeezed his heavy balls again and
wrapped the fingers of my other hand around the base of his shaft,
holding his skin taut over his glistening shaft as I sucked him.  He
kept rocking his hips, and I could feel his testicles start to contract
and twitch, a sure sign that he was nearing his release. 
 
"I'm coming...I'm coming for you, baby..." 
 
I let out a little moan, just for his benefit, just to let him know
that I was ready, ready to take his offering.  His cock began to dance
in my mouth, tensing up and bobbing between my lips.  I pulled back and
swirled my tongue over his spongy glans and suddenly he erupted, 
spurting his hot, thick semen into my mouth.  It seemed as if he'd
never stop.  Jet after jet of his seed spurted from his cock, and I had
to swallow twice before the flow began to wane.  My father let out a
deep breath and his penis began to soften.  I milked the last few drops
with my lips, gave his balls another gentle squeeze, and released him
from my mouth, planting a tender kiss on the tip. 
 
"Princess...," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. 
 
"Daddy..."  I tilted my head up and his lips met mine.  I opened my 
mouth and let his tongue inside, teasing it with my own.  Unlike some 
men I'd known, my father didn't seem to mind the taste of his own
semen, a taste that lingered on my lips.  His tongue still bore the
smoky taste of the scotch he'd been drinking. 
 
"I love you, Annie," he whispered, breaking off our kiss. 
 
"I love you, too, Daddy," I said.  He reached for the pink panties he'd
taken from me, but I grabbed his wrist.  "No, Daddy.  Take these 
instead."  I released my grip and reached down to pull off the panties
I was wearing, a plain white cotton pair that I'd had on all day.  I 
handed them to him, and he immediately brought them to his nose, 
inhaling my scent. 
 
"Thanks," he said, stuffing them in his pocket and tying his robe
before turning and leaving the bedroom.  I wiped a drop of semen from
my breast with the panties he'd brought, a drop that had somehow
escaped my lips.  The undies were stiff with dried sperm, and I
wondered how many times he'd used them to pleasure himself.  I dropped
them on the floor next to my sweatshirt and sweatpants; tomorrow I'd
wash them in the sink or let the housekeeper throw them in the washer. 
Stretching out on the cot again, I reached for the sheets, hiding my
nakedness from the luminous stars that glowed on the ceiling. 
 
"That was Daddy," Dana whispered.  I thought she'd been asleep. 
 
"Did we wake you?" 
 
"No.  Not really.  You sucked Daddy.  I saw you." 
 
"Yes, I did, baby." 
 
"Is he going to fuck you?" Dana asked. 
 
"I don't know, Dana."  Actually, I did know: I had another six days
here in Phoenix, and I could feel the inevitability of it all.  At some
point he'd find a way to be alone with me again, and that would be
that.  I made a mental note to start wearing my diaphragm when I was
around him. 
 
"What was it like?" Dana asked.  "Did he come?" 
 
"A lot." 
 
"Was he big?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Did you like it?" 
 
I thought about this for a moment before saying "Yes". 
 
Dana said nothing after this.  She rolled over on her side and looked
at me for a while before closing her eyes and going back to sleep.  I 
wondered what she'd been thinking.  Was she jealous?  Did she want to 
suck him, too?  I thought about climbing into Dana's bed with her, 
holding her, talking to her about what she was feeling, but she had 
school tomorrow, and I thought it would be best for her to get her 
sleep.  We could talk the next day. 
 
As I closed my eyes and began to drift off to sleep, I could still
taste my father's semen in my mouth, the seed that had helped give me
life.  I thought about how I'd made love to everyone now sleeping under
this roof in the space of four short days.  I felt like the family sex
toy, the pleasure girl, satisfying frustrated parents and teaching
curious children.  It was keeping me awake, wondering how every single 
relationship of mine always led to sex.  Was this my only way of 
relating to another human being?  I felt like writing in my journal; it
had been a few days since I'd written anything.  Instead, I went back
to counting the stars on the ceiling until I fell into a deep dreamless
sleep. 
 
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