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Subject: {ASSM} Tina's Modeling Adventure ch3: The Accident (Exh,Inc,m/f,M/f,F/F)
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This is an adult story dealing with adult themes.  If you are underage
please go elsewhere - I know you won't, but you should.
The story deals with incest involving minors.  If this offends you,
don't read it.
This story is fiction.  It has not happened.  Could not happen. 
Should not happen.  It is fantasy and nothing more.  It is one thing
to write or read a story dealing with this subject and another to
practice it.  I do not advocate sexual relationships with minors in
any way whatsoever.  It is coercive and wrong and you should not do
it.
That said, I hope you enjoy the story.  Please feel free to send me
your comments at Knightwolf@ev1.net



	How does a 14 year old girl seduce her family?

	Maybe it was because of the dreams I had the night before.  Maybe it
was because my dad saw me masturbating.  Maybe it was because I'd had
sex with Laura the day before.

	I don't know.

	I just know that thought kept running through my mind as I woke up
Sunday morning.

	My family is pretty conservative.  Dad's 38.  He's an accountant. 
Pretty good looking.  He goes running every morning.  He's pretty
cool.  That means I can get away with almost anything around him.  Dad
let's me and my brothers do pretty much whatever we want - unless
we're trying to kill each other.  Within reason.

	Mom's 37.  She's a nurse.  And sometimes a bitch.  For the last
couple of years we've sort of gone round and round together.  Hormones
I guess.  Anyway, she's the one I don't ask when I want to do
something fun.  This sounds like I hate my mom.  That's not true.  We
get along fine most of the time.  It's just that sometimes she can be
so unreasonable.

	Russell's my older brother.  He's 15, about to turn 16.  Pretty much
full of himself.  When Brad told him about his pizza delivery
adventure Russell threatened to tell Mom.  But he didn't.  Not sure
why.  Russell's a hunk.  He plays wide receiver on the football team
and guard in basketball.  He's tall, thin, and athletic.  All my
girlfriends swoon over him!

	Timmy's 12.  I don't know why I'm closer to him than to Russell.  It
just seems like he and I have always done a lot together.  We both
like the same sort of things.  He's also going to be tall like his
brother, I think.  Right now he's skinny with sandy blond hair.

	That's my family and I guess we're pretty normal.  We fight.  We
laugh.  We play.  It's not like we have strict rules about nudity
around the house.  It's just that we've never had the need to.  Timmy
ran around in his underwear until he was 9, but never since then.  I
think Mom told him he couldn't do that anymore.  I think he likes to
run around the house naked when he's alone.  I came home one afternoon
and saw him running up the stairs as fast as he could go.  He didn't
have his shirt on, but I couldn't see if he had any pants on.  I don't
think he did.  Anyway, I've never seen any of the others in their
underwear.  My brothers spend the weekends and summer wearing shorts,
often without shirts.  Dad sometimes goes shirtless, when he's been
swimming in the pool or working in the yard.  Mom wears a robe over
her nightgowns but it never reveals anything.  On weekends and
holidays I often wear nightshirts and panties.  Sometimes my panties
may show, but not often.  I have a bikini for swimming but it's pretty
modest.

	But things were different now.  I was different.  I'd tasted sex like
I'd never imagined.  I'd tasted exhibitionism - like I'd never
imagined.  Even though I'd never fucked a guy and was therefore
technically a virgin, I was hooked on sex.

	I couldn't get over how excited I was when my father burst in on me
while I was deep in a wet dream.  God!  The realization that he'd seen
my nude body with my entire hand stuffed in my cunt!  I wanted to fuck
him.  I wanted to feel his cock stuffed inside me instead of my hand.

	I wanted sex!  I wanted nudity!  I wanted to be seen - by everyone!

	Yes.  I'd changed.  And my god I was horny!

	I lay in bed gently rubbing my shaved pussy and trying to figure out
where to go from here.  I knew my dad.  I knew he would have been
incredibly embarrassed about last night and that he would pretend it
had never happened.  He hadn't told Mom or else she would have come in
and given me a "talking to."  Dad would attempt to block the entire
episode out of his mind.  And he would never, never, ever barge into
my room again!

	The last thing I could get away with was wondering into my living
room naked, throwing myself on the floor, spreading my legs, and
saying, "Come get me, Big Guy!"  It may be true in stories that every
dad will fuck his daughter if given half a chance and every mom will
let him, but not in this family.  They'd pack me up and send me to the
nut house if I did that.

	No.  I'd have to be much more subtle than that.  Much more devious. 
I'd have to seduce all four of them at the same time over a period of
several weeks to get what I wanted.  Sounded like fun!

	I slipped one of Rickie's magic capsules inside my pussy and pulled a
nightshirt on before leaving my room.  No panties.  My nightshirt hung
down to my knees and was dark so it was impossible to tell, but I knew
and it felt great!

	As horny as I was, Sunday was really pretty uneventful.  Nobody
realized that I was bare under my nightshirt.  Around noon I put on
shorts and a tee shirt.  No underwear.  But no one could really tell.

	That night, though, I managed my first flash.  I took my shower a
little earlier than usual, knowing Timmy was in his room right down
the hall.  I "accidentally" left the bathroom door slightly open.  Our
shower has a glass door so you can see whoever's inside, sort of.  It
tends to get foggy.  I couldn't tell if anyone looked in or not.  Our
towel closet is in the hallway and somehow I'd forgotten to get a
towel.

	I turned off the shower and yelled, "Timmy!"

	No answer.

	"Timmy!"

	"What?" he called back.

	"Come here," I replied.

	"What do you want?" he asked as he poked his head in.

	I was still in the shower with the door closed and fogged up.  I knew
all he could see was my shadow.

	"I forgot my towel.  Will you get one for me?"

	"Uh.  OK," he replied, a little uncertainly.

	As soon as I saw his head disappear I stepped out of the shower and
stood facing the door, dripping water all over the bathmat.

	Timmy stepped in with my towel, expecting me to still be behind the
shower door.  He just froze and stared at my naked body.

	"Uh...  Timmy?  My towel?" I said, trying not to laugh.

	"Towel?  Oh.  Yea."  He handed it to me, eyes glued to my body.

	I expected him to run out, but he seemed paralyzed.  Just stood there
with his mouth hanging open.

	I pretended everything was normal and just began drying off in front
of him.  I dried my arms, then my breasts, wiped off my back and moved
down to my legs, working my way back up to my hips.  Finally I spread
my legs and dried off my pussy.  For some strange reason it seemed a
little wetter than it normally was after a shower.

	I then dropped the towel in the hamper, picked up my nightshirt and
slipped it over my head as I walked past him.  He still seemed to have
a serious problem with his motor functions.  As I walked downstairs to
the living room I knew that he, at least, would know that I wasn't
wearing any panties.

	This may not seem like much, but it was the first time since I was a
small child that someone in my family had seen me nude.  My God it
felt great!

	It was two more days before I managed another exposure.  This one was
pretty tame too, but I figured I had to start slow and work my way up.

	I'd never realized how cool it was to have the linen closet in the
hallway instead of in the bathroom itself.  That's were we kept all
the towels, sheets, and even the toilet paper.

	I had to work this one out very carefully.

	I was wearing jeans and a leotard style shirt.  That's a shirt that
actually has leg openings in it just like a leotard.  It allows a girl
to wear a tight fitting shirt without worrying about it coming
untucked.  It also means that it must be pulled completely down in
order to go to the bathroom.

	First I checked and made sure Russell was in his bedroom with the
door open.  I went in the bathroom and left the door ajar as I had
been doing.  There was a small amount of toilet paper on the roll that
I pulled off and stuffed in the trashcan.  I dropped my jeans to my
ankles, pulled my arms out of my leotard and pushed it down to my
ankles as well.  I was now essentially nude.

	I sat on the toilet and peed.

	"Russell," I called out.

	"What?"

	"Come here a minute."

	"I'm busy," he yelled back.  "You come here."

	"God damn it, Russell!  I'm on the pot and need some TP.  Will you
please get me some?" I responded.

	I heard the closet door open and the plastic rattle as he pulled out
a fresh roll.

	He pushed the door open and stepped in.  "Jeez, you should pay more
atten..."

	He sort of stopped talking when he looked up at me and realized that
I was topless.  My tits were poking straight out (partly because I'd
been pinching them just before he came in).
	
	Moving fast so as to complete this before he backed out I grabbed the
roll, whipped off a portion, and stood up.  Russell now had a perfect
view of my shaved pussy.  I squatted slightly and slid the paper
between my pussy lips before dropping it in the toilet.

	Facing him, I squatted down, opening my legs wide to pick up my
leotard.  I stood up and looked him in the face as I slid my arms into
my top.  He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  I pulled my jeans up
and buttoned them.

	"God, Russell, you'd think you'd never seen your sister's bald pussy
before," I whispered in his ear.  Then I did something I honestly
hadn't planned.  I reached up and squeezed the outline of his hard
cock through his shorts and walked out of the room.

	Friday night was the big night for me.  The climax of the entire
week, if you will (pardon the pun).  As I said before, Mom's a nurse. 
She works Friday and Saturday nights.  This lets her stay home during
the days so that we were never left alone.
	
	Friday night she went to work leaving me alone with my dad and two
brothers.  As usual, my plan started in the shower.

	I went upstairs, stripped in my bedroom and walked down the hall to
the bathroom nude.  This was just for the thrill of it.  I knew
everyone was downstairs and that no one would see me.

	Leaving the door open about half way I turned on the shower, let it
warm up, and stepped in.  I lathered up, getting soap all over my bare
body and shampooing my hair.

	This is what I called the set up.  Now I had to put my plan into
action.  I had to make it look good if it was going to work.  I was
horny and nervous at the same time.

	The shower was right over the living room, so people could hear if
someone was stomping around up there.

	I picked up the shampoo bottle and dropped it, letting if fall with a
loud clunk (didn't break, plastic).  Then I let out a scream, stamped
my feet a couple of times and slipped flat on my ass on the floor. 
Like I said, I had to make it look good, so I figured I had to have
some kind of bruise, or at least a red spot.  I think I may have
overdone it.  My ass hurt like hell.

	"Daddy!" I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks (largely from the soap
that had gotten in my eyes).  "Daddy!  Help me!"

	With the shower running I couldn't hear anything until the door swung
open and he came running in.

	Since I was still screaming he swung the shower door open.  I think
he expected me to be covered in blood holding my severed leg in my
hands by the way I was carrying on.  Instead he looked down on his 14
year old daughter, nude, covered in soap, sitting on the floor with
her legs splayed open, crying.

	"Tina, what happened?  Are you OK?" he asked, worry pouring through
his voice.

	Through choking sobs I said, "I... I... I slipped and fell.  God, it
hurts!"

	"What hurts, baby?" he asked, holding my hand.  "What did you fall
on?"

	"My butt.  I think it's broken," I wailed.

	"OK.  OK.  Can you stand up?"

	"I don't know," I sobbed.

	He reached up and turned off the shower.  He was almost as wet as I
was at this point.  Soap was still in my eyes so I could barely see.

	He grasped my hands and said, "come on, baby, try to stand up.  Let's
see how bad it is."

	He stood, pulling me up by my hands as he did so.  Truth is, my ass
did hurt, though not as much as I was pretending.

	I stood up, groaning loudly.

	"Turn around, baby, let me take a look."

	I turned around slowly and bent slightly at the waist.

	My daddy knelt down behind me and examined my naked ass.  My legs
were spread slightly and I knew he had a clear view of my shaved pussy
as well.

	"I think it's just a little red.  You might have a bruise but I think
it'll be alright."

	"It hurts, Daddy!" I sobbed.  "I think my tailbone's broken."

	That did it.  He reached up and pressed his hand against my crack,
feeling my tailbone.  I groaned in dire pain as he pressed his hand
against me.

	"It doesn't feel broken," he muttered.  "But I don't really know how
to tell.  Maybe we should go to the emergency room."

	I hadn't really thought about that.  I mean, I wanted him to see me
nude but I hadn't even thought about going to the hospital.  Somehow
that sounded incredibly exciting.

	"It hurts," I whined, knowing exactly what that would do.

	"It's OK, baby.  I'll take you to the emergency room and they can
take care of it for you."

	"OK.  If you say so, Daddy," I whimpered.  "But I gotta get this
shampoo out of my hair."

	Dad was at a loss, poor man.  He didn't know what to do.

	"Can you turn on the water and rinse my hair out for me?" I asked.

	Without a word he reached up and turned on the shower again.  I held
on to him for dear life, as though I was scared to death I'd fall
again.  Every time I moved or he bumped against me I groaned.

	He gently rinsed all the soap from my hair then turned the water off
and helped me step onto the bathmat.  Picking up a towel he dried me
off, gently caressing my arms, back, legs and even my breasts.  I
played the helpless invalid.  As he touched my ass again to dry me off
I screamed in pain.  He was afraid he'd killed me.

	I looked up and Timmy and Russell were both standing in the doorway
watching, a mixture of concern and lust painted on their faces.

	"Come on, babe, let's get you dressed," he said.

	I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my bare breasts against his
chest.  He half carried me as I limped to my room.

	My mind was spinning.  This was a chance of a lifetime - if I played
it right.

	"Russell, get her some clothes," he said.  At this point he'd
obviously decided that he needed help more than he needed to protect
my modesty from my brothers' eyes.

	"No," I whimpered.  "Just my robe."

	"But, babe, you may have to wait at the emergency room for a while,"
Dad whispered.

	I didn't say a word, just started crying again, huge tears rolling
down my cheeks.  I guess I should feel bad about what I was doing, but
at the time I was totally nude, leaning against my father, with both
my brothers staring at me, and the prospect of being seen by a
multitude of others.  I was horny as hell!

	Russell picked up my robe and brought it to me.  I rarely ever wore
my robe anymore.  It was almost two years old and was one of the first
"feminine" things I'd ever gotten.  It was a pink, cotton wrap around
robe that tied around the waist.  When I'd bought it it came to about
mid-thigh.  Now it barely fell below the curve of my ass.

	I smiled bravely through my tears and slipped it on, groaning
slightly as I tied the belt.

	Dad pulled on a dry shirt as Russell and Timmy helped me down the
stairs.  Both their arms were around my waist.

	"Timmy, go get the ice pack out of the freezer," Dad directed as he
trotted down the stairs.  Mom always kept a couple of ice packs in the
freezer.  Don't ask me why.

	Together the four of us hobbled out to Dad's truck.  He drove a four
door pick up.  Tim climbed in first, carrying the ice pack.  Russell
and Dad sort of picked me up and laid me down across the backseat (and
over Timmy's lap).  I groaned loudly.

	Dad flipped my robe up above my waist, grabbed the ice pack from
Timmy's hand and gently placed in on my bare bottom, right between my
legs.  Then he took Timmy's hand and put it on top.

	"Hold that there," Dad commanded as he stepped into his seat. 
Russell climbed into the front passenger seat.

	I was lying on my stomach, half out of my robe, by ass completely
exposed.  My bare pussy was pressed into Timmy's crotch (and obviously
hard cock) while he held a freezing cold bag of ice against my
asshole!  Actually, that ice was a lifesaver.  By this point I was
incredibly excited.  The ice pack cooled me down somewhat.

	Mom worked at one of the big hospitals downtown, however, there was a
minor crisis center just a few miles from our house.  It wasn't really
an emergency room.  I mean, it's not where you'd go if you were having
a heart attack or had just been shot.  However, when Russell broke his
leg falling out of a tree a couple of years ago this is where Mom
brought him.  We tended to come here a lot.  Mom really liked the
treatment the doctor used, alternative medicine and stuff.  They
handled all kinds of minor emergencies.  They closed at 9:00 on
Fridays but it was just 8:30 so Dad headed there.

	We pulled into the parking lot and parked a couple of spaces down
from the door.  Getting me out was going to be a trick.  Dad didn't
really want to pull on my legs, but he couldn't think of any other way
to do it.  He opened the door and I sort of scooted out, flashing the
entire parking lot in the process.  I stood up very slowly, letting my
robe fall down to cover (barely) by ass.  I tied it loosely around my
waist.

	Leaning on my father we limped into the waiting room.

	I'd never been there on a Friday night before.  Evidently this was
the place everyone brought their sick kids to when it was past their
normal doctor's hours.  It wasn't packed, but there were quite a few
people there.

	Dad walked me to the counter.  Poor guy.  He was so worried about his
little girl that he didn't even realize that he'd pulled my robe up
around my waist when he put his arm around me to hold me up.  My pussy
was completely exposed to the entire room!

	Once we got to the counter Dad explained to the receptionist what had
happened.  She looked genuinely concerned - then handed him a stack of
paperwork to fill out and said I'd be called in a few minutes.

	I surveyed the room.  There were about 20 people sitting in the
various chairs and couches.  For some strange reason, every one of
them was staring right at me!  My tears had dried up but I managed to
keep a look of intense pain painted on my face.  About half the people
were parents and the others were kids with the sniffles.  Right in the
middle was an empty couch.  While Dad filled out the forms I put my
arm around Russell and let me lead me to the couch.  Then I crawled
onto it, flashing the entire room as I did so.  I grabbed Timmy's ice
pack hand and shoved it between my legs again.

	In less than five minutes my name was called.  As I got up my robe
came completely undone.  Since I was obviously in incredible pain I
didn't even bother to close it up again.  Holding on to Dad on one
side and Russell on the other I hobbled towards the door, my robe
stuck between their two bodies exposing me completely to anyone in
front of me.  Timmy followed dutifully behind.

	As we stepped into the examination room the nurse reached up and
pulled my robe all the way off.

	"This seems to just be getting in the way," she commented, "and
nothing is covered anyway."

	She hung it on the hook sticking out of the wall.

	"Now, Tina, tell me what happened."

	Leaning against the examination table I explained that I'd slipped
and fallen in the shower and hurt my rear.

	"Alright.  Well lie down on the table and let's take a look."

	I lay down on my stomach, throwing plenty of moans and groans in
along the way.  The examination table was like virtually every
examination table in the world, long and relatively narrow.  As I got
settled the nurse gently pushed my knees off each side so that my legs
fell off causing me to straddle the table and stretching my pussy
open.  Dad, Russell and Timmy were standing behind the nurse and had a
perfect view.

	The nurse then began to feel around my ass, gently at first and then
with more and more pressure.  She began rubbing up and down my crack,
pressing against my tailbone, even sliding a finger inside my pussy! 
I groaned periodically, but only halfheartedly.  The truth is, it felt
great and I simply wasn't able to continue the charade.

	After almost five minutes of constant caressing and pressure the
nurse stopped and said, "I need to get the doctor.  Please remain as
you are."

	She turned and left, leaving the door wide open.

	I was now lying on my stomach completely nude with my legs spread
apart and facing the open door so that anyone who happened to walk by
would get a perfect view of my pussy.  Plus, Dad and my brothers were
staring right at me.

	Several minutes passed before the nurse and a male orderly came back
in the room.

	"Dr. Richards said you needed an x-ray.  Gentlemen, if you'll wait
here we'll be right back," the nurse announced.

	With that, the two of them disconnected some cables attached to the
bed and wheeled me out the door, still completely uncovered and
exposed.

	I don't know how many people are usually in a minor crisis center
hallway just before closing, but I swear it felt like the entire
building had turned out to see me wheeled down the hallway.  I know I
should have felt embarrassed, but I didn't.  Just the opposite.  This
was the coolest thing I'd ever experienced.  Somehow it was different
from the fashion show I had been in.  That was cool too.  But it was
expected - well, sort of.  This wasn't.  This was spontaneous - well,
sort of - and it felt incredible.  Men, women, and children were all
getting a perfect view of my soaking wet pussy and I was getting more
turned on by the second.

	The X-Ray tech seemed a little surprised that I was completely nude
and exposed, but other than that she was all business.  She took my
x-rays and told the nurse I could go back to my room as she walked out
the back to develop the film.

	Just then Dr. Richards stepped in.  I'd seen Dr. Richards several
times over the last few years.  He was young, like most doctors at
this type of place, and incredibly good looking, short dark hair,
penetrating brown eyes, sparkling white smile.

	"Tina, we need to talk for a moment," he said.

	I looked up and groaned, rather pitifully.

	"Cut the crap," he stated flatly.  "And sit up.  I know you're not
hurt.  There's nothing wrong with your tailbone.  From what Nurse
Janet said, you reacted far to positively to have anything more wrong
than a minor bruise from sitting down a little too hard on the shower
floor.  Now, sit up."

	I turned around and sat up, suddenly very conscious and embarrassed
of my total nudity.

	"You're fourteen, right?"

	I nodded.

	"A virgin?"

	I nodded again.

	"But Nurse Janet said you'd lost your hymen."

	I nodded.  "An accident a few weeks ago," I muttered.

	"Alright, I'll accept that.  Now my guess is you wanted your dad to
see you nude and things sort of got out of hand.  Is that right?"

	I nodded, meekly.

	"Well you got your wish - an more.  You will do exactly what I say or
I'll tell your father exactly what you've done.  Is that clear?"

	Startled, I nodded.  I thought the game was up.  I just knew he would
tell Dad. He'd be furious.  And Mom would go ballistic!

	"Fine.  Nurse Janet, please return her to the examination room.

	With that he turned and walked out of the room.

	"Alright, my little slut.  Lie down like you were," she said,
grinning wickedly.

	I lay back down on my stomach and dropped my legs over each side of
the bed, opening my shaved pussy again.  She opened the door and
wheeled me back down the hallway, past all the spectators, and into
the examination room again.  I remained on my stomach with my legs
spread wide while my brothers and father pretended not to stare.

	Dr. Richards came breezing in moments later, carrying the x-rays.

	"Good evening, Tina," he cheerfully announced.  "Looks like you've
taken quite a fall there.  How did it happen?"

	"I fell in the shower," I muttered.

	My father stepped in and explained in detail what happened, even
including why I was nude.

	"I see," responded the doctor.  "Well, we're going to get you taken
care of, Tina.  Now lets see what we got."

	With that he stepped up to the table and began caressing my bare ass.
 I shivered as his hands lightly touched my rear.  He traced my spine
down my back and through my crack.  When he reach my asshole he
pressed slightly, spreading my cheeks even more.

	"Does that hurt?"

	"Some," I muttered.

	"Just as I suspected," he replied.  He slid his index and middle
finger all the way into my pussy.  I flinched.

	"Well, sir," he said, looking at my father as he put the x-ray on the
view screen.  "The good news is that she doesn't have a broken
tailbone.  The bad news is that she has serious internal bruising. 
The fall actually broke her hymen.  This bruising can have serious
consequences if we don't treat it aggressively right away."

	"Like what, doctor?" Dad asked, concerned.

	"Well, bruising is essentially internal bleeding.  If the internal
bleeding continues it could result in renal failure or damage to her
vagina and ovaries resulting in sterility.  Fortunately we can treat
this fairly easily although it may produce a bit of discomfort and
embarrassment."

	"What do we need to do?"

	"We have a cream that needs to be applied internally to her anal and
vaginal walls that will clear the bruising and relieve the pain."

	I looked back and realized that the tube he was holding up was the
same tube that Rickie had used on us during our fashion show and
modeling shots.  It was designed to create a constant state of sexual
arousal.

	"Internally?" Dad asked, worried.

	"Yes sir, I'm afraid so.  And because of the pain she won't be able
to apply it herself.  Let me show you what you need to do."

	Holding his hands out, the nurse squirted a large dollop on the index
and middle fingers of both hands.

	"Tina, this may hurt somewhat," he said gently.  In one motion he
pushed the two fingers of his right hand into my asshole and two
fingers of his left hand into my pussy.

	I gasped as his hands invaded me.  His fingers were wiggling,
pressing, twisting, and pushing inside me.

	"Now you need to massage this cream as far into her as possible,
completely covering the vaginal and anal walls.  That means really
working your hands around.  And you need to do it for at least 10
minutes every 4 hours."

	I glanced back at my dad.  He was as pale as a sheet.

	"I've got to rub this stuff inside her for 10 minutes every four
hours?" he asked incredulously.

	"Yes sir, you do," replied Dr. Richards.  His fingers were still
pumping in and out of my ass and pussy.  I moaned and moved my hips.

	"Unfortunately," Dr. Richards responded, "this much vaginal
stimulation is naturally going to create some sexual responses from
your daughter.  Simply remember that it is essential that you complete
this regimen regardless of her responses.  Failure to do so could end
in serious consequences, do you understand?"

	Dad nodded, watching with widening eyes as my hips began to writhe to
the wiggling of the doctor's fingers.  I could feel my orgasm
building.

	"Now, Mr. Johnson, I want you to try it.  I need to make sure you can
do this or I'll have to send her to the hospital and admit her."

	Dad swallowed and stepped forward.  The nurse squirted another
liberal dollop of cream onto his fingers.  The doctor pulled his hands
away and was immediately replaced with my father's tentative fingers. 
He gently pressed himself inside me.  I moaned and pushed myself up to
them.

	"You need to be a little more aggressive than that," the doctor
stated.  "Really press and massage.  It is essential that you rub the
cream deep into her tissue."

	With that, Dad began really massaging both my pussy and my asshole. 
I bit my lip as an orgasm rolled through me.

	"Wonderful," praised the doctor.  "Now you have to do this every 4
hours for 7 consecutive days.  I want to teach your sons to administer
this treatment as well."

	Dad didn't say anything, which surprised me.  He just stepped back
with a flushed look on his face as Russell stepped forward and got yet
another dose of cream applied to his fingers.

	I could tell from the way he pushed his fingers into my sopping wet
pussy and ass that he was about to cum himself.  His fingers pushed in
and out quickly causing me to gasp with each insertion.

	"Slow down, son," advised Dr. Richards.  "Just rub it around inside."

	Russell stopped and began moving in circles around me.  I could feel
his fingers in my ass pressing down against the fingers in my pussy. 
So much cream was in me that my entire cunt felt like it was on fire. 
Biting my lip again I pushed back against him and shuddered through my
second orgasm.

	"Your turn, young man," said the doctor, directing Timmy to step up.

	Without a word he stepped up and put his hands out for the cream.

	"Your hands are small enough you need to put them entirely inside her
up to your wrist, OK?"

	Timmy didn't say a word as the nurse supplied a large squirt of cream
onto his palm and fingers.

	"Wait just a second," suggested Nurse Janet.  She picked up a bottle
of baby lotion from the counter and squirted it directly over my
asshole and pussy.  I shivered as the cold liquid slid into me.  "You
can use this if she's too tight to fit in."

	Timmy stepped up and placed his fingers against my asshole and pussy
and pushed.  With a squish both his hands slid right into me.  I
looked behind me.  Dad, Russell, the nurse and Dr. Richards were all
standing there looking at my brother masturbate me with both his hands
inside me up to his wrists.  His fingers were rolling around inside
me.

	He pulled out and looked up.

	"You've got to do it a little longer," prodded the doctor.

	He pushed his hands in again and it was just too much.  I pushed back
hard against him, driving his hands into me, and screamed as my orgasm
washed through me.
	
	When I finally came back to earth Timmy was standing behind me with
both his hands sticking up in the air dripping my cum with a look of
terror on his face.  Even my dad looked like I was about to die.

	"It's OK, Timmy," assured the doctor.  "The bruises are extra
sensitive and if you push against them just right she may respond like
that.  But you did just right."

	Timmy grinned uncertainly when he was sure I was OK.

	My father and brothers stepped back away from me and the doctor moved
forward again.
	
	"Wonderful," exclaimed Dr. Richards.  "Now, how often do you do
this?"

	"Every four hours," replied my dad.

	"For how many days?"

	"Seven."

	"Unfortunately, that's just part of the regimen.  This ointment needs
oxygen in order to work properly.  Her anus and vagina naturally close
and seal out most oxygen.  Therefore we have to insert a speculum
thong to keep both her vagina and her anus open for the entire seven
days."

	The nurse had stepped out of the room while the doctor was talking
and returned carrying the weirdest thing I'd ever seen - and maybe the
scariest.  Essentially it was two plastic speculums wired together
with a belt attached.

	A speculum is basically two or more plastic tongs that are inserted
into the vagina or anus and then separated by twisting a knob. 
They're used sometimes during examinations.

	"Now, I need to show you how to put this on.  Tina, raise your hips a
little more."

	I complied with a whimper of fear.

	"First, coat the tongs liberally with the cream.  Then slide this one
into her vagina first.  This curved part faces forward."

	He gently slid it about three inches into me.  It felt really weird. 
I'm not sure what it was made of, but it wasn't the hard plastic I
thought it was.  It was some type of firm rubber or silicone.  It held
it's form, but it was flexible as well.  The tongs were covered with
small little bumps that rubbed against me when I moved.

	"Now, you have to open the lips so that they don't close over the
vagina.  That's what these bars are for."
	
	There were two flexible rubbery bars on either side of the speculum
about two inches wide with small clamps on either end.  These he
attached to my pussy lips, forcing them open and apart.

	"Now do the same in her anus."

	I gasped as he pushed another speculum three inches into my ass as
well.

	"Next," he instructed them, "twist this knob to the one and a half
inch mark."

	My asshole felt like it was about to split as he forced it open. 
Like the one in my pussy, this was soft, rubbery, and flexible.

	"This tag sticking in front of her is to hold her clitoris in place. 
Fortunately by this time her clitoris will normally be engorged so it
is easy to find.  Simply grip it with your forefinger and thumb and
attach the clamp to it."

	I felt like he was pulling my clit out by the roots.  It hurt like
hell - and felt great.

	"Now latch the belt around her waist and she is all set."

	I couldn't see myself, but I could imagine what Dad, Russell and
Timmy were seeing.  I was on my stomach with my legs spread wide and
my ass sticking up in the air.  My ass and pussy were both spread wide
open in front of them.  A black leather strip about half an inch wide
connected my pussy to my ass.  Another black strip went up my crack to
the belt that encircled my waist.  Two black strips traveled up to the
belt in a V pattern from the clit clamp, leaving my entire pussy
exposed.

	"These speculums are made of a special rubber that is flexible.  It's
designed to expand and contract as needed for tool insertion. 
However, you must take this off each time you treat her, then replace
it.  Understand?"

	"Yes sir," Dad replied quietly.  I think he was a little
shell-shocked.

	"Janet, while I finish giving them the rest of the instructions, why
don't you go print them out a written copy so that they can take it
home.  I'm not sure how much they will remember."

	"Of course, Dr.," Janet said.

	"Since Tina's anus and vagina will be open for seven days it is
essential that she receive both an enema and a douche twice daily. 
This will keep her clean and infection free.  While at home she should
remain nude, since the cream can sometimes cause extreme nipple
sensitivity.  It is essential that oxygen be readily available to her
anus and vagina, therefore she must not wear pants of any type and
nothing that hangs lower than the robe she came in with.  I recommend
that she simply wear a man's dress shirt when out in public. 
Generally that is long enough to cover her and loose enough to provide
oxygen.  Janet will provide you with an inner tube for her to sit on
whenever she has to sit upright.  Exercise and activity are important
to the healing process.  Tina should continue with her normal routine
rather than spending all week alone at home in her room.  I'll provide
a special note for Mr. Franklin at her school.  Do you have any
questions?"

	I was in shock.  Really.  I loved exposing myself to my brothers. 
Pretending to fall in the shower was a great way to expose myself to
my father.  Being brought here to be examined had simply continued the
excitement, but somehow it had all gotten out of hand.  This guy
expected me to walk around with my ass and pussy spread wide open, to
be nude all day when at home, to go to school wearing nothing but a
shirt!  He said I had to have a damn enema twice a day for God's
sake!!!  I was utterly speechless.

	Evidently so was Dad.  He just sort of stared at me and nodded
quietly.

	The nurse walked in and handed Dad a two page sheet of instructions
along with a plastic bag filled with tubes and stuff.

	"Alright, Tina, time to go home," announced Dr. Richards.

	I swung my leg off the table and almost collapsed as I stood up. 
This thing he'd put in me was diabolical.  First, it kept my legs
apart.  The thing in my ass felt stiff and hard.  The one in my pussy
was curved slightly and rough on the end, pushing and rubbing right
against my G spot whenever I moved.  My clitoris was pinched into that
clit clamp and sent jolts of electricity through me every time I took
a step.  Russell slid his arm around me and I slid into him as we
walked out of the room.  I didn't even think about my robe hanging on
the wall.

	Clinching my teeth to hold back the orgasm I felt rising in me I
walked through the now empty waiting room.  Half way through it hit. 
I collapsed to my knees, gasping and rubbing my crotch as waves of
ecstasy rolled through me.

	Everyone stood and stared at me.

	"That's to be expected until she gets used to it," said Dr. Richards
as he raised me up again.  "Y'all have a good night."

	He walked us to the door and locked it behind us.

	I rode home the same way I came, laying on my stomach on top of
Timmy.  Only now I was completely naked and he was staring down into
my wide open asshole.  I could feel his hard little cock pressing
right against me exposed clit.  This was wild.  I couldn't come down. 
In the past whenever I masturbated or did something for Rickie, I
relaxed shortly after my climax.  But now I couldn't.  The stimulation
was constant.  In the last hour I'd cum half a dozen times but the
stimulation never stopped.

	Lying there pressing my clit against my little brothers cock I tried
to think of a way out of this.  Surely I wouldn't have to go to school
like this!  Surely Mom and Dad would realize this was insane, probably
even charge the doctor with sexual assault.

	But no.  I knew better.

	Mom was a nurse on the cancer ward.  Every weekend she worked with
people dying from horrible diseases.  Over the last several years she
had become more and more interested in unorthodox methods of
treatment.  She'd seen patients die using traditional medicine and
patients miraculously survive for years using alternative medicine. 
Over time she'd become a true believer in unorthodox medical
treatment.  Against hospital policy she even counseled some of her
patients to go to various doctors for different alternatives.
	
	And Mom was the disciplinarian.  She set rules and followed them,
rarely changing.  That's why she and I fought so much.  She set the
rules and I broke them.  Well, now she had two pages of rules from a
doctor for an unorthodox treatment.  Even though it meant tossing out
her views on modesty I was sure she would follow them to the letter.

	I was doomed.  She would make me do everything Dr. Richards had
suggested.

	It was bad enough that I would have to be nude at home, but how was I
going to go to school in nothing but one of my dad's dress shirts?

	Timmy placed his hand on my ass and slowly slid it towards my open
hole.  His finger slipped inside and began stroking gently.  I
trembled and pushed down against his cock.  He tensed under me and
then I felt him shoot into his pants.  His cock pulsed underneath me
for what seemed like hours before it stopped.  I felt the warm
moisture of his cum-soaked crotch.  I glanced back and smiled up at
him.  His eyes were closed, his finger still stroking my asshole.

	It was almost 10:00 when we got home.  I whimpered that I wanted to
go to bed and Russell and Dad helped me get up the stairs.  I lay down
in bed and silently cried myself to sleep.


	"Angel?  Angel?  You've gotta wake up, baby."

	I shifted in my sleep.  A jolt of electricity flowed out of my
clamped clit.  That'd been happening all night.  Every time I moved my
pussy would wake me up.

	"Sweetheart, I've got to give you your treatment."

	I rolled over onto my side and looked up at my father.  He'd turned
the lamp next to my bed on.

	Dad had his robe on, tied tightly around his waist, and long pajama
bottoms.  He looked really worried.

	"It's OK, Dad," I assured him as I unclipped the belt around my
waist.  I reached down and undid the clit clamp then rolled onto my
stomach and lifted my ass for him to do the rest.

	Without a word he released the speculums and slipped them out of my
pussy and ass.  I felt empty without them.

	He was still.  Uncomfortable.  Unwilling to proceed.

	"Give me the tube," I directed.

	Rolling onto my side I took both his hands and squirted the ointment
on them.

	"It's OK," I said.  "Go ahead."  I lay back on my stomach and raised
my ass again.

	Gently, tentatively, he pushed his fingers into my pussy and ass.  I
sighed and relaxed.  He softly massaged the inner walls.  God it felt
great.  The ointment made me tingle all over.

	"I'm sorry I have to do this, baby," he said.  "It feels so wrong."

	"Dad.  Please.  You have to.  The doctor said so."

	"I called your mom.  She's pretty worried.  Said it sounded serious
for Dr. Richards to prescribe such an unusual therapy.  But she
agreed.  Dr. Richards is very good and really knows about all this
alternative medicine stuff.  Mom thought we should do what he said."

	I just moaned silently as he fingers continued masturbating me.

	"I know this has to be really uncomfortable for you.  I'm sorry that
I have to see you like this.  That I have to do this to you.  I want
you to know that I love you."

	I reached back and patted his leg.  "I know," I whispered.  My hips
began moving to his massaging fingers.  I bit my lip as a small orgasm
washed over me.  My whole body trembled.

	"Are you cold, baby," Dad whispered.

	"No, Dad, I'm fine.  Really.  Don't worry."

	Dad pulled his fingers out.  "Time's up," he announced, looking for a
place to wipe his fingers finally lifting the edge of his robe and
using it.  Dad's hard cock had popped out of the hole in his pajamas
and from my position I got a momentary view of it.  I almost reached
out to touch it, then realized that it was too soon.

	I handed him the speculums to put in again.  He was sort of clumsy
about it and it hurt some when he did it, but eventually I was all set
up.  Once again my ass and pussy were forced open and my clit was
pinched in the clamp.

	As Dad stood to leave I stood up with him.  He turned towards me with
a questioning look in his eyes and I gave him a tight huge, wrapping
my arms around his waist.  Dad's pretty tall, I only come up to his
shoulders.  My bare breasts pressed against his flat stomach.  I felt
the hardness of his cock through his robe.

	"I love you, Dad.  Thank you for taking such good care of me."

	Hugging me back he said, "I love you to, baby.  Now go back to
sleep."

	Dad watched as I climbed back into bed then turned to walk out.

	"See you in four hours, Dad," I called.


	At 5:00 Dad came in to wake me up again.  No need.  I was already
awake.  I'd been dreaming about him and woke up to another orgasm.

	This time he was wearing just his pajama bottoms, no robe, no shirt. 
His chest seemed more muscular than I had noticed before.

	Something had changed about him.  He seemed to have come to some type
of decision, like he wasn't going to allow this to embarrass him any
longer.

	"Good morning, Angel," he said, smiling as he walked toward me. 
"Ready for your next treatment?"

	I smiled up at him and replied, "Yep," while unclasping the belt and
undoing the clit clamp.

	Dad slipped the contraption off and handed me the tube.  I squirted
it on both his hands and laid back down on my stomach.

	Dad was in control this time.  He gently and firmly pushed his
fingers into both my ass and pussy and immediately began massaging me,
pressing firmly against my inner walls.  The ointment immediately set
my entire pussy and ass tingling.  Without hesitation Dad slipped his
thumb down to my clit and began rolling it around.

	It wasn't long before I was writhing to his actions, holding back my
orgasm so that it would continue to build.  I watched the clock and
after about 8 minutes I released, allowing my orgasm to flood through
me.  Moaning loudly I pushed back against his hands, bucking to push
him further in.

	As I calmed down Dad leaned back and slipped his fingers out.

	"Feel better?" he whispered.

	I just nodded as I looked back at him.  I took both his hands and
licked my juices off of them.  "Thank you," I whispered.

	I looked at his pajamas.  His cock hadn't come out, but only because
it had missed the hole.  A huge tent was sticking up.

	He grinned.  "Guess you sort of heated me up, too."

	"Can I help?" I whispered.

	Dad hesitated.  "I don't think so," he replied.  He didn't seem the
least bit embarrassed.  He just wasn't willing for me to do anything. 
At least not yet, I told myself as he walked out.


	After Dad walked out I dozed off and on.
	
	I didn't know what to think.  A week ago I'd decided I wanted to
seduce my family.  I wanted to be nude.  I wanted to be seen.  I
wanted sex.  With everyone.  I created a wonderful little plan.  I let
Timmy see me in the bathroom.  Then Russell.  I felt daring.  Naughty.
 A little wild.

	Everything changed last night.  I was no longer in control.  Last
week I'd have given anything to walk downstairs totally nude and have
my father masturbate me into an orgasm.  Now I couldn't make myself do
it.  I don't know why.  Embarrassment?  Fear?  I don't know.  I just
know I stayed in my bedroom, sleeping, waking, and sleeping again.

	At 8:00 I heard Mom come home.  I knew she and Dad were discussing me
and the treatment Dr. Richards prescribed.  Twenty minutes later she
came into my room.

	"Tina?"

	I rolled over, very conscious of my nudity under my sheets.

	"Hi Mom."

	"How do you feel?"

	"Much better.  It doesn't hurt too much."  I was afraid to admit that
it didn't hurt at all.  Afraid that she would realize that it was a
setup.

	"Dr. Richards seemed to think it was pretty serious."

	"Yea.  I guess."

	"Let me take a look."

	I pulled my sheets back and rolled onto my stomach.

	"Spread your legs so I can see better."

	I spread my legs wide.  Mom gently felt my rear, slipping her fingers
into my open ass and pussy.  I shivered at her touch.  She massaged my
clamped clit lightly.  I moaned.

	"This may hurt just a little."

	She slid her fingers into my ass and pressed against my tailbone.  I
winced.

	"Well.  I agree with Dr. Richards.  Your tailbone isn't broken and
you do seem unusually sensitive indicative of bruising.  I gave him a
call last night after your dad called me.  He explained the treatment
he prescribed and why it was so important.  I think it's essential
that we follow it to the letter.  Are you OK with that?"

	"I guess," I whined.  "What about school, though?"

	"Dr. Richards said you can go to school."

	"Yea.  But I'll be practically naked."

	"You'll be wearing one of Dad's shirts.  You'll be covered."

	"Mom.  Everyone will see me!"

	"Tina, I know this is embarrassing.  And I know this will not be
easy.  But, baby, it's important that you follow Dr. Richards'
treatment.  If we don't, this may cause serious problems.  What's
more, Dr. Richards said it was very important that you maintain your
normal active lifestyle.  You can't do that hiding in your room."

	"I know," I whimpered.  "I'm just...  I'm just... scared.  I know Timmy
and Russell and Dad all saw me naked last night, but I'm scared to go
downstairs now.  I'm scared of...  I don't know.  I just don't know how...
what..."

	I put my head in Mom's lap and started crying.  I wasn't playing
anymore.  This was real.  Even if I confessed, Dr. Richards would say
that the fall I did have caused the problem.  I was trapped.  They say
to be careful what you wish for because you may get it.  Well I did. 
And I didn't know how to handle it.

	Mom silently stroked my hair.

	"Darlin', you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. 
Especially here.  We all love you and want to take care of you."

	"It's just not fair," I cried.

	"I know, I know," Mom comforted.

	"Why... Why..." I stuttered.

	"Why what?" Mom encouraged.

	"Why am I the only one that has to be naked?" I rushed out.

	"What?" laughed Mom.  "You're the only one that's hurt, baby."

	"Yea.  But why does everyone get to see me naked and I don't get to
see them?"

	"Well...  I don't know, baby.  It's not like we can all run around
naked," she replied.

	I looked up with a spark of hope.  "Why not?  I have to!"

	"Tina!  We can't do that.  It just isn't proper!" Mom exclaimed.

	"Yea, I know," I sobbed, putting my head in her lap again.  "It's
just not fair.  I have to be nude all week.  All by my self!"

	"You really think it would be easier if we were naked too?"

	"Yes," I whispered.

	"Well, I won't make any promises.  But I'll think about it and talk
to Dad."

	For the first time in a couple of years, I really felt close to my
mother.  I really was afraid.  I really was embarrassed.  And I'd
somehow been able to talk to her about it and she had really listened.

	"Now, it's time for your enema and douche."

	I winced.  "Will it hurt?" I asked tentatively.

	"No, Dear," Mom replied.  "The enema will feel uncomfortable until
you get used to it, but the douche will actually feel quite nice. 
Now, go into my bathroom and I'll go get all the stuff."

	"OK," I whimpered.

	Mom headed downstairs and I walked down the hall to their bedroom. 
I'd forgotten how incredible it felt to stand and walk with my
speculum belt on.  Both speculums pushed into me with each stride, the
one in my pussy rubbing my G spot.  My clit was pinched and pulled
with each step.

	Mom and Dad both walked into the bathroom shortly after I got there. 
Dad looked a little embarrassed.

	"I'm not going to be home for your treatment this evening, so I have
to show Dad how to give it to you," Mom explained.  "Roger, why don't
you take Tina's speculums out while I set up?"

	Somehow this was incredibly embarrassing.  Dad had treated me twice
during the night.  He'd take this thing off of me and put it back on
both times.  Yet now, in front of Mom, I felt incredibly conscious of
my nudity.

	Dad knelt down in front of me and gently removed my clit from the
clamp.  I shuddered at his touch.  I spread my legs and squatted a
little while he released the speculum in my pussy and slid it out. 
Staying in front of me, he reached one hand around my waist to release
that speculum.  Sliding the other hand over my pussy he gently removed
the device from my asshole.

	"The first thing you need to do is pee," instructed Mom.

	I backed up a couple of paces and sat down on the toilet.   Dad was
still kneeling in front of me.  He was only about three feet from my
pussy.  He'd put on shorts and a tee shirt, but they didn't hide the
hard outline of his cock.

	I hadn't peed since last night or I doubt that I'd have been able to
do so now.  I released and a hard stream of urine shot out of me.  Dad
remained squatting in front of me, transfixed.

	When I was done, Mom instructed me to come kneel down over the tub
with my ass in the air.

	"In the future, when you're more used to it, you can do this on the
bed where it's more comfortable.  This time we better do it in here in
case we have an accident.  This may hurt a little."

	She rubbed some Vaseline into my ass and then slid the hose into me. 
A long way into me by the feel of it.

	"This is going to feel a little strange, but just try to relax."

	She released the clamp from the bag that was hanging from the towel
rack.  The warm water (and whatever else she'd put in it) gushed into
me.

	I gasped.  I can't describe what it felt like.  Good.  Bad.  Great. 
Awful.  All those conflicting things.  It filled me up.  Two full
quarts of warm water bathing my insides.  Finally I was full and Mom
pulled the hose out.

	"Now, you need to hold that for 20 minutes," she announced as she set
the timer she'd brought up.

	Twenty minutes!  I felt like I was going to explode right now.  How
was I ever going to hold this for that long?

	"Lay down on your back," she said.  "I'm going to give you a stomach
massage."

	I lay back on the towels Mom had spread out, bending my knees and
squeezing my ass to keep from losing anything.  Mom knelt on one side
of me, still in her nursing uniform, while Dad knelt on the other
side.

	"Roger, you need to do this each time you give her an enema in order
to help her relax," Mom instructed.

	She reached out and began rubbing my stomach just below my belly
button.  I'd never realized how soft her hands were.  Her hands slid
all around my belly, slowly making their way down towards my crotch. 
Before long she was actively massaging my mound, just to the top of my
slit.  It felt exquisite.

	"Massaging her breasts can be quite relaxing as well," she commented,
as she placed one of her hands on my ripe nipple.

	I shivered.  I'd never felt like this before.  My insides were full
to the point of bursting, yet warm like an oven.  Mom's hands
continued caressing my breasts and my mound.  I was so close to an
orgasm, but not quite there.  And the anticipation, the delay, was
magnificent.

	I was oblivious to everything except her touch and the incredible
sensations of the water inside me.  The sharp ding of the timer
brought me back.

	"Now, squat over this bucket and release.  Don't use the toilet
because the force will splash the water all out and make a mess."

	I hadn't even noticed the five gallon bucket Mom had brought up.  I
struggled to my feet, almost losing control, and squatted over the
bucket before releasing.

	Wow!

	Water and... well, shit, shot out of me like a super soaker water gun! 
It would have knocked the bucket over if Dad hadn't been holding it! 
I wasn't sure it was ever going to stop.  And I can't even describe
how it felt.  It hurt, some.  But it felt good, too.  Cleansing. 
Emptying.
	
	As the force came to a stop Mom told me to move to the toilet and let
the rest come out.  I sat down and released another stream, not quite
so hard this time.

	I sat there.  Relaxed.  Naked.  With Dad standing in front of me.

	Mom turned on the shower.

	"Now for your douche," she announced.  "Step into the shower."

	I stood up and stepped under the hot streams of water.  Dad was
leaning against the counter, watching me.  And Mom was undressing!

	I didn't expect that.  I'd seen Mom naked a few times, but not often;
usually just when we were on vacation and shared a motel room.  Even
then, it was just for a couple of minutes - changing into swimsuits or
something.

	Now she was standing in front of me stark naked!  Mom was a beautiful
woman, really.  She was petite, only 5'1" and thin.  Here breasts were
small and still quite firm, even though she was 38.  I knew she worked
out every day but had never noticed how toned her body was.  Looking
between her legs I was surprised to notice that her bush was closely
trimmed.

	She stepped into the shower with me, leaving the door open - and Dad
still leaning against the counter, watching.  "It's much easier to
douche in the shower than in the bathroom," she explained.

	Our shower isn't tiny, but it wasn't meant for two.  We were pressed
pretty close together.  As Mom reached for the shampoo she pressed her
breasts against mine.

	"Squat down so I can wash your hair," she directed.  

	Facing the door, I squatted, looking straight at my father.  I knew
he had a clear view of my shaved pussy.  Mom shielded me from the
water with her body while she shampooed my hair, then moved aside to
rinse it off.  Lifting me up she began rubbing the bar of soap over my
body, first my arms and back, then my breasts, legs, rear, and
finally, my pussy.  I'd never been pampered like this before.  I'm not
real sure why I was now.  My back was to my mom as she pressed herself
against me, reaching around to wash my nipples.  I moaned quietly.

	Finally she picked up the douche and inserted the nipple into me. 
With one powerful squeeze she forced the liquid deep into my vagina. 
I didn't have anything to compare it to, but it felt like how I
imagined a man cumming inside me would feel. It pulsed into me in one
long steady stream.

	Mom squatted behind me and slid her fingers into me, rinsing me out. 
A small orgasm shivered through me.  Meanwhile, Dad was standing there
watching his wife sticking her fingers into his daughter's pussy!

	Mom stood and turned the water off.

	"Roger, why don't you dry her off while I dry myself," Mom said.

	I stepped out of the shower into his open towel.  He wrapped it
around me, pressing his body against me in the process.  His cock
pressed against my belly button.  He softly dried my whole body,
paying particular attention to my breasts and pussy.

	"Now for your medication," Mom said as she led the way into their
bedroom.  "Lay down on your back."

	"Dad's been doing it on my stomach," I replied.

	"Yea, but I'm not Dad," (standard Mom answer #4).

	I lay down on my back on their bed and looked up at Mom.

	"Scoot over," she said as she lay down next to me only with her head
towards my feet.

	I scooted towards the middle of the bed and she slid up against me. 
Half her nude body was on mine and her crotch was right at face level.
  She slid one hand under my ass and placed the other over my pussy.

	"Roger, squirt the ointment on me, please," she asked Dad, who had
followed us into the bedroom like some silent shadow.

	I watched as Dad squirted large dollops onto both of Mom's hands. 
Instead of pushing right into me, Mom began by rubbing the lotion
around the outside of each hole and then slowly slid inside.

	The lotion made me tingle immediately.  Moaning, I raised my hips up
for my mother as she massaged me.  It's hard to describe the situation
I was in.  I'd been being sexually stimulated through the speculums,
the nipple clamps, the massages, the enema, shower, and douche -
sexually stimulated nonstop for almost 12 hours!

	As my first orgasm ran through me Mom lifted her leg and placed it on
the other side of my head, then slid her entire body onto mine. 
Without saying a word she pushed her naked pussy against my 14 year
old mouth.  I slid my tongue through her soaking slit, surprised out
how aroused she evidently was.
	
	She ground herself more and more against me as I sucked her.  Her
fingers continued pushing, caressing, massaging my pussy and asshole. 
One thumb was rolling my clit, pressing it against me.

	I felt my mother tense and then explode as she pushed her pussy
against my open mouth and tongue, moments later my own orgasm ripped
through my body.

	Then we both lay still for a few minutes.  Spent.

	Finally she rolled off of me and picked up my speculum belt.  She
looked at me and smiled.  An unspoken thank you.  She slid the
speculum's into me again and clamped my clit before buckling the belt.

	"I don't think your request is going to be a problem," she whispered.
 "Now go downstairs and torment your brothers."

	I got up and walked out of the bedroom.
	
	Dad shut the door behind me, staying inside.


	Walking down the stairs I began to realize just how difficult this
week was going to be, aside from the obvious problems of exposing
myself to the world.  My clit, pussy, and ass were constantly being
stimulated, and the cream multiplied the sensations ten fold.  Every
move I made sent sparks of electricity shooting through my body.

	Both my brothers were in the living room watching TV when I walked
in.  They were both wearing jeans and tee shirts, which was a little
unusual for them.  Usually they wore shorts or their swimming suits
and no shirts.  I figured it was because they were afraid I'd see them
get hard.

	"Hi, Tina.  You OK?" asked Timmy, doing his best to ignore my state
of undress.

	"Yea, Timmy.  I'm a lot better now."

	"I blew up the inner tube you have to sit on," said Russell, looking
pointedly at the TV and not at me.

	On the couch where I always sat was the inner tube.  Wow!  I knew a
guy who had broken his tailbone once.  He had a little inner tube
about two inches thick, really nothing more than a small donut of air
to keep some of his weight off his tailbone.  My donut was four inches
thick, clear, and had a row of rubber bumps about the size of a pencil
eraser around the inside.

	I turned around a sat down in the middle of it and immediately
realized how devious this design was.

	First of all, it was so thick that my ass sank into the hole forcing
my thighs up in the air.  My feet couldn't touch the ground and with
the speculum pushing my legs apart I couldn't even close them.  In
addition, the rubber knobs pressed right against my clit clamp.  Every
time I moved or shifted in any way my clit rubbed provocatively
against them.  Anyone looking at me had a clear view of my stretched
pussy.  And I knew that Dad's shirt would never keep me covered. 
What's more, getting up was virtually a porn show in itself.  I had to
lift my ass straight up, spreading my legs and sliding to the edge of
the donut in order to touch the ground.  That meant absolutely no
cover whatsoever.  And, as I soon found out when I tried to stand up,
that movement wiggled the speculum in both my ass and pussy as well as
stretching my clit against the clamp.

	Even sitting, I was in a stat of constant stimulation.  I had to
clinch my teeth to keep from cumming right there on the couch.  How
was I ever going to do this in school?

	"Are you OK?" Timmy asked, looking at me in concern.  "You look like
you really hurt."

	"No, Timmy.  I'm fine," I gasped.

	"Do those hurt," he whispered, looking at my open crotch.

	"Not really," I said.  "Just takes getting used to."

	"Oh."

	Everyone was silent for a while, pretending to watch TV and not me.

	I found, as I sat in the donut, that it was impossible to be still. 
Whenever I shifted, my clit tingled.  I'd try to sit still and then
end up caving into temptation.  After about twenty minutes I was
almost humping the donut, grinding myself into, pushing down so that
the speculums fucked me more and more.  My breaths started getting
shorter.  I was panting.  My brothers were staring.  I lifted my ass
up and slid my fingers into my gaping pussy and came in one powerful
grunting orgasm!

	I looked up and saw both my brothers staring at me with open mouths. 
Still panting slightly I pulled my fingers out and collapsed back into
the donut.  Doing so force the speculums deeper into me and, as my
clit hit the rubber knobs, another orgasm shuddered through me. 
Involuntarily I leaned forward, pushing my clit into the knobs even
more, sucking in my breath and grunting yet again as the orgasm
rippled through my body.

	I leaned back, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat covering my body.

	I heard Russell stand up.

	"Be right back," he muttered.

	"Hold on just a second."

	It was Dad.  I opened my eyes.  He was standing in the front of the
living room wearing shorts and a tee shirt, blocking Russell's exit.

	"Sit back down, Russell.  We're having a family meeting."

	Russell sat down (a little awkwardly).  Dad sat down in the chair
across from us.

	"Turn the TV off, Timmy."

	He did.

	"OK.  Your Mom and I have discussed this situation and come up with a
few new family rules.  I want to go over them with you now so that
there is no misunderstanding.

	"First, because of Tina's accident she has to be nude whenever she's
at home and virtually nude whenever she's in public.  Furthermore, as
you've just witnessed, her treatment leads to heightened sexual
arousal."

	Dad can really sound pompous when he presents commands from on high.

	"Your mom and I" (that means Mom) "don't think that's fair so we're
setting some new rules.
	
	"First of all, beginning immediately and for at least the next week,
we will not be shutting any doors in this house.  That means whenever
you go to the bathroom, take a shower, or get ready for bed you must
leave the doors open.

	"Next, beginning tonight everyone in this household will sleep nude. 
You both sleep in your underwear anyway so that shouldn't be a big
deal.

	"As far as clothing during the day goes, it's up to you.  At least
for the next week we are a clothing optional household.  You may wear
as much or as little as you want.

	"There are two exceptions to this, however.  First revolves around
Tina's treatment.  Both of you have been taught how to give it to her
and both of you will do so at various times.  From now on, whoever is
giving her her treatment will do so in the nude.  And yes, that
includes your mom and me.  It doesn't seem right that Tina is forced
to be nude while we remain covered, so at least during her medication
the person doing it will be completely nude."

	We were all pretty speechless at this point, but not nearly as
surprised as we were about to be.
	
"Finally, about masturbation.  We've all seen how easily this
treatment causes Tina to climax.  And we've all been sexually aroused
ourselves.  Once again, it doesn't seem fair that Tina should endure
the embarrassment of public orgasms while we hide in our bathrooms or
bedrooms for ours.

	"Now, every one of us masturbates.  Even you mother.  She masturbates
two or three times a week, usually alone, sometimes with me.  I
masturbate three or four times a week, usually in the bathroom. 
Russell, I'm guessing you jack off at least once every day and
sometimes three or four times.  Am I right?"

	Russell was almost in shock.  Embarrassed, he nodded, sort of.

	"Timmy, you're probably just starting but I bet you do it several
times a week as well, right?"

	Timmy looked fascinated, like this was the coolest conversation he
had ever heard.  He nodded, a sheepish grin covering his face.

	"Well, from now on no one may masturbate unless he, or she in the
case of your mother, is completely nude and in Tina's presence.  Let
me repeat myself, in order to masturbate you must strip completely in
front of Tina.  Tina, you may help the other person if you choose or
merely watch.  That's totally up to you.

	"Are there any questions?"

	Dad just sat there and stared at us as we took in everything he had
just said.  Like I said earlier, this was completely unlike my
parents.  We, as a family, just didn't parade around in front of each
other.  We weren't prudes, it just didn't happen.  At least it didn't
use to happen.  Now, evidently, I was going to see all of them naked
and probably see all of the jacking off in front of me.  Hell, I might
even get to help.

	Russell looked like he was about to faint.  I could practically read
his mind.  Even though he was incredibly good looking, he was scared
to death of stripping in front of us.  I don't know why.  I could see
his mind searching for some loophole, some way to get out of this.

	Timmy, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear.  
	
 	"You mean I can strip and walk around completely naked," Timmy said
excitedly.

	"Well... yes.  If you want to you may be nude whenever you are home. 
But you don't have to," Dad cautioned, a little uncertain at his
youngest son's question.

	"Alright!" Timmy exclaimed.

	Without a moment's hesitation he pulled his shirt over his head,
stood up and dropped his jeans and underwear and was standing in his
birthday suit, proud as the day he was born!

	All three of us were surprised.  I knew Timmy had always been less
modest than the rest of us.  Mom had to tell him he couldn't run
around in his underwear when he was younger and, like I said earlier,
I think I almost caught him running around the house naked one day
when he was alone.  But none of us expected him to strip right down at
the first invitation.

	He suddenly got self conscious as we all stared at his naked body. 
His balls were almost hairless, just a few small curls.  His hard cock
was three inches long and pointed right at the ceiling.

	"What?!" he said.  "I like being nude!"  And he plopped back on the
couch, covering himself slightly with his hands.

	Dad chuckled.  "Well, OK.  I didn't really expect that, but if your
sister can be naked in front of us I don't see why you can't as well."

	Russell wasn't taking this nearly as well as his little brother. 
Just as I'd never realized how exhibitionistic my little brother was,
I'd also never realized how modest Russell was.  Looking back on it I
realized that I'd never seen him undressed at all.  He always had at
least shorts on - long shorts.

	"Russell, are you OK with this?" Dad asked.

	"No!" Russell pouted.  "Why should I have to strip just because Tina
can't stand on her own two feet?  It's not fair!"

	"I'm sorry you feel that way, Russell," Dad replied, evenly.  "But
your mom and I have determined that this is the only way that is fair.
 Therefore, you will do as we say.  You will not close the door when
you go to the bathroom.  You will sleep in the nude.  You will strip
when it is your turn to medicate your sister.  And, if you ever want
to relieve yourself, you will do so in front of your sister.  Do you
understand?"

	Silence.

	"Russell?"

	"Yes!  I understand!"

	"OK.  Understand this.  If you disobey you will be punished in a way
appropriate to what you do."

	"Yes sir," he mumbled.  "May I be excused?"

	"Yes."

	Without a word Russell stalked out of the room.

	"Russell!  Wait!" I cried as I struggled out of my donut.  I was
vaguely aware of my fathers widening eyes as he watched me lift my ass
and open pussy over the edge of the tube.

	Running up the stairs after my brother almost pushed me into another
orgasm.  When I got to his room I was panting, my cunt tingling on the
verge.  How was I ever going to make it through school when every
movement threatened to send me over the edge?

	Russell lay on his bed, staring at the wall.

	I walked in and sat on the edge of his bed.

	"Russell, what's wrong?" I asked.

	Silence.

	"Russell," I whispered.  "Talk to me.  What's wrong?"  I touched his
shoulder and he jumped slightly.

	"Nothing!  OK?" he barked.  "I just like my privacy, OK?"

	"Russell, look at me."

	"No."

	I grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back.  He didn't
resist.  He just stared at the ceiling.

	Impulsively I swung one leg over him and sat down, right on his
crotch.  My God that felt good!  I ground myself into him slightly.

	"Tina! No!" Russell shouted.

	"Why not, big brother?  Don't you like looking at me?"

	He lay still making an effort to look into my eyes and not at my bare
tits.  Lust and uncertainty burned out of them.

	I could feel his hard cock through his jeans right against my open
pussy.

	Smiling, I rocked back and forth along his rigid pole, grinding
myself against him.

	"Tina.  Tina.  No," he groaned.

	Suddenly he tensed and pushed his hips straight up, lifting me up
with him.  I pushed down and we ground against each other as his
climax rolled into my.

	"OH GOD!  Tina!  Yes!" he yelled.

	I wasn't sure he would quit.  His back was arched and I could feel
his cock pumping against me.

	Finally he collapsed back onto the bed.

	Without a word I slid down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and
unzipped his jeans.  His jeans were wet and his underwear was soaked. 
Grabbing the waist, I started pulling them down.  Meekly, he raised
his hips to help.  Standing, I grabbed them and pulled them all the
way off his feet, then stood there looking at him.

	My brother's cock was at half mast, unwilling to go down completely
as he lay there looking at me.  I was standing at the foot of his bed
with my legs spread and my hands on my hips like Wonder Woman.  I
knew, with the speculum in my pussy, that he could see right in me.

	At half mast his cock was about three inches long and really big
around.  His balls were pulled up against him and covered in thick
brown curls.  Right now, those beautiful curls were matted down with
drying sperm.

	"Feel better?" I asked.

	He nodded.

	"Well I don't!" I announced, and jumped back on top of him.

	I'd never felt a guy's cock before, especially between my legs.  This
speculum was designed in a really unobtrusive way.  It fit inside me
and kept me open, but didn't hang outside hardly at all.  The bars
holding me open actually increased the pressure as I ground my cunt
against his cock.

	I felt it grow hard right up my soaking lips.

	Without a moments hesitation I lifted up and slipped him into my open
pussy.  I dropped down, forcing him all the way inside me.

	Wow!

	I'd never fucked a guy before, but this was incredible.  The speculum
had already opened my pussy wide so there was no pain whatsoever from
this first invasion.  What's more, the speculum expanded to allow him
entrance and then tightened around the base of his cock.  The bumps on
the outside of the speculum pushed against my vaginal walls.  Since
his cock was about 5 inches long it poked past the edge of the
speculum.  I could actually feel him pressing into me!  It worked like
a cock ring, tightening around his base and keeping his climax at bay
for a while.

	The only thing I can say is that we both went wild.  I started
bouncing up and down on top of him.  The speculum and cock both would
withdraw a couple of inches, but the belt and thong kept us tied
together so that he couldn't slip out.  Each thrust wiggled the one in
my ass as well.  And the clit clamp?  It tugged and pulled in a dozen
different directions.

	I know I was screaming.  I don't even remember what.  It seemed to be
one continuous long orgasm.  I bounced on top of him for a while then
he rolled me over onto my back and pounded me himself.

	The speculum kept his climax at bay for a full 10 minutes of
incredibly intense fucking before he gasped and exploded.  My God but
he exploded!  I felt like gallons of his seed was pumping into my
clinching cunt.

	Finally he came to a shuddering stop.  He was laying on top of me, my
legs splayed open.  I felt his cock shrink inside me and then slip
out.  I realized that once a man entered me while I wore this speculum
he was locked to me until his cock shrank again.

	I rolled Russell over and straddled him again.

	"Did you like that, big brother?" I grinned.

	He just nodded, then started to sit up, startled.  "My God, what if I
got you pregnant?"

	"Relax," I replied.  "I read the instructions on my ointment.  It
works as an intense spermicide.  Your little dudes are all dead," I
laughed.

	His juices were flowing out of my open cunt like a little waterfall
as I sat on my brother's crotch.

	I grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it over his head.  He lifted up
slightly so I could get it off.

	Grinding my pelvis into his I announced, "If you ever want to fuck my
little pussy again you'll stay like this whenever you're at home!"

	"What?" he replied.  "No way!  I can't run around naked!"

	"Why not?  Timmy and I are!"

	"Well, I'm not!"

	"Fine," I said, standing up.  "Don't come running to me when your
pecker needs pecking!"

	I turned and sashayed out.

	"Wait!"

	I just ignored him and walked down the hall and into my bedroom. 
Exhausted, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow,
only vaguely aware of my brothers cum still dribbling out of my pussy.


	I woke up at 12:45 to the sound of Timmy on his Play Station in his
room.  From the sound of it his "gang of misfits" were in there too. 
That wasn't too unusual.  Timmy had three really close friends: Jeff,
Mark, and Jennifer.  Yea - a girl.  But she acted just like one of the
guys.  They tended to spend a lot of time over here playing video
games and stuff.

	Of course, in the past his big sister wasn't laying in bed completely
naked with her pussy and ass spread open for all to see.  For that
matter, I couldn't help but wonder if Timmy was still nude.

	My pussy was still tingling.  I had been sexually aroused for more
than 15 hours!  Every move, almost every breath, caused my clit clamp
to tug and pull.  The two speculums inside me wiggled with every
movement.

	Even though I'd fucked my brother just two hours earlier I was
incredibly horny!

	I lay on my bed, absently stroking my open pussy lips.  Saturday
lunches were pretty much do-it-yourself.  No set time.  We ate what we
wanted when we wanted.  I figured Timmy and his gang of misfits had
probably already eaten.

	I heard an alarm go off down the hall and looked at my clock.  1:00
PM.

	Timmy came running into my room.

	"Wake up Tina," he announced.  "Dad and Russell went shopping.  He
told me to give you your treatment."

	"What's up with the shorts?  I thought you liked to be naked," I
replied, still absently stroking my pussy.

	"The guys are here playing video games," he replied.

	"So?"

	He was just quiet for a few moments.

	"Anyway, it's time for your medicine."

	"OK.  Let's do it in your room," I grinned mischievously.

	"Uhhh.  You know Jeff, Mark, and Jennie are in there?"

	"Yea.  You know you have to be naked when you treat me?"

	Uncertainty was written all over his face.

	"You guys peeked in on me while I was asleep, didn't you?"

	He nodded.

	"And you told them what you have to do, didn't you?"

	He nodded again.

	"Did you tell them you had to be nude?"

	He shook his head no.

	His hard cock tented his shorts nicely.  God my fingers felt nice
caressing my pussy lips!

	"Come on," I said as I stood and strode out of the room.  The
suddenness of my movement almost made me cum as my clit was tugged
again.

	As I turned into the hallway I saw Timmy's three friends duck back
into his room.  They'd been eavesdropping.  I was greeted with three
staring faces as I walked into Timmy's room.

	"Hi guys," I said, pretending that it was the most normal thing in
the world for a big sister to walk into her little brother's room
completely naked.

	"Timmy's gotta give me my medicine, so you guys have to quit playing
for a little while," I announced.

	"Timmy, drop your shorts," I commanded as I unbuckled my belt.

	"But..." Timmy stuttered.

	"Yea, Timmy, drop the shorts!" chimed in Jennie with a wicked grin on
her face.

	"Do it or Jennie will do it for you!" I warned.

	Without a word, Timmy dropped his shorts to his ankles.  His cock
sprung straight out, hard as a rock, longer and thicker than it was
this morning.  A string of precum was hanging off of it.

	"Wooohoooo!" screamed Jennie.  "Big man on campus!"

	The two guys were trying to watch everything and melt into the walls
at the same time.

	"Mark, come unclip this," I directed, fumbling with my clit clamp. 
"I can't get it undone."

	Mark was a gorgeous blond boy with sparkling blue eyes.  Today he was
wearing a tee shirt and shorts, just like the other two.

	He was so scared he looked like he was about to pee in his britches. 
He tried to decide what to do then came towards me and kneeled down.

	His face was literally two inches from my dripping pussy as he tried
to unclasp the clip holding my pussy.  I gasped as he pinched a little
too hard before popping off the clamp.

	"Perfect!"  I encouraged.  "Now slide this out."

	Slipping his fingers inside my pussy, he gripped the edge of the
speculum and slid it out.  I sighed as my pussy reclaimed the now
empty space.  I rolled onto my knees on the bed, ass in the air.

	"Now the last one," I said.

	His fingers slipped into my ass, gripped the edge of the speculum and
slid it out.

	I lay down on my stomach with my ass in the air and sighed.

	"OK, Timmy.  Come on over.  Get on your knees on the bed right
between my legs."

	He did.

	"Jennie, squirt this stuff all over his hands."

	She did.

	With eyes as big as half dollars the three of them stared at Timmy.

	"Go on," I encouraged.

	With a deep breath Timmy began working both his hands into me at the
same time, one in each hole.  First his fingers.  Then his knuckles. 
With a final push his thumbs slid into me and he sank into my ass and
pussy up to his wrists!

	I bit my lip, holding my climax back.  His hands were moving inside
me, twisting, rubbing.  I could feel both of them pressing against me.
 I was being invaded by ten wiggling fingers!

	I couldn't help it.  My whole body began to rock back and forth to
the rhythm of his hands.  The lotion was tingling, burning.  I felt me
climax building but did everything I could to hold it in.

	Five minutes.

	Seven minutes.

	Ten minutes.

	 I released, pushing back hard into Timmy's hands and let me climax
roll through me.  I was laughing and grunting like a pig at the same
time.  As my body stopped shaking Timmy slowly pulled his hands out of
me with a loud squishing sound.

	Mark, Jeff, and Jennie were staring at us, totally silent, eyes huge.
 All three of them were trying rub their crotches without anyone
noticing.

	I rolled over and looked at Timmy.  His cock was bright red and
actually pulsing even though he hadn't been able to touch it.
	
	"Thank you," I whispered, and leaned forward to take it in my mouth.

	I'd never given anyone a blow job before.  Never even seen a cock
until this weekend.  My friends had talked about it though.  A couple
said they had done it.  One really liked it, the other thought it was
gross.  I hadn't planned on doing it.  Truth was, it just looked so
damn kissable.  And Timmy looked so damn miserable.

	I slid it all the way into my mouth and back out again.  The precum
was salty, but not bad.  He gasped.  Running my tongue up his shaft I
squeezed his butt.  As his whole body tensed I sucked him into me
again.

	I'd never felt or tasted anything like this before in my life.  His
cock pretty much filled up my mouth.  It swelled slightly then began
pumping cum into me.  Feeling it jump and bounce against my tongues
and cheeks was incredible.  And surprisingly to me, his cum actually
tasted good.  Salty, creamy and slightly sweet, in moments it had
filled my mouth completely.  I swallowed, feeling it slide all the way
down my throat.  I don't know how a twelve year old could hold that
much cum.  It just kept pumping out, eventually overflowing my mouth
and running down my chin.

	Finally the pumping slowed and stopped.  After one final thrust I
opened my mouth and he pulled out.  A long string of cum glistened
from my lips to his cock as he backed away.

	That was more than the guys could handle.  I looked over at them and
both of them had dropped that pants and were actively pumping their
cocks.

	"Slow down, guys.  Mark, come over here."

	Astonished, he silently stepped to me.  His cock was a little longer
than Timmy's.  I quickly sucked him into my mouth and began massaging
his shaft with my tongue.  One thing can be said for twelve year olds:
they're fast.  In less than ten seconds he was pumping his cum down my
throat.

	As he withdrew I licked my lips and turned to Jeff.  Jeff was no
fool.  He was already beside me, waiting his turn.  In a matter of
seconds my third serving of hot cum was swirling around in my stomach.

	All this time Jennie had just been staring at us.  She was
unconsciously rubbing her crotch through her shorts.  I could actually
see a small spot of moisture soaking through.

	"Come here, Jennie," I commanded.

	Almost in a trance she walked to me.  I pulled her tee shirt up and
off with no resistance.  No bra, although she could probably have used
one.  Her tits were about the size of small plumbs, nipples hard and
pointed.  Slipping my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and
panties I pulled them both down in one motion.  Her slit was lightly
covered with downy brown hair.

	Holding on to her waist I laid her on the bed, slid to the floor on
my knees and began licking her moist pussy.  She gasped.  Shuddered. 
I stuck my tongue into her then pulled out and flicked her clit.  As
she tensed I stuck my whole mouth against her and sucked her clit as
far into me as I could.  Her back arched and she screamed as the most
powerful orgasm she'd ever had rocketed through her.

	I sat back on the floor and looked around.  Jennie was in front of
me, nude, spent, legs wide open.  Timmy was next to me, completely
naked, already hard again.  Jeff and Mark still had on their tee
shirts, but their cocks were in plain view, also hard again.  I was
naked, on the floor, my face shining with Jennie's juices.

	"Time to put my belt back on," I announced, breaking the silence. 
"Jeff, would you like to help?"

	He nodded and walked over to me.

	"Take your shirt off, first."

	Without hesitation his shirt went flying into the corner.

	I handed him the speculum thong.  "First, cover these with the
lotion."

	After he'd spread lotion all over them I got on my hands and knees
and stuck my ass in the air.

	"Now slowly work this one into my asshole."  

	He wasn't very gentle, but eventually he got it all the way in.  The
lotion was still tingling.  I'd lost count of the number of times I'd
climaxed since the night before.  This lotion and attention kept me in
a constant state of arousal.

	"Now the next one into my pussy," I instructed, spreading my legs
further.

	That one was easier to get in.

	"Attach the bars to the lips."

	He pulled my pussy lips and clamped them apart.  I was now completely
open to them.  I rolled onto my back, keeping my legs open.

	"Now attach the clamp to my clit."

	He fumbled around, obviously unsure what to attach it too.  Jennie
pushed him aside, "Here, let me do it."

	Gripping the clamp she gently massaged my clit to engorgement and
clamped it.  My whole body shuddered through a minor orgasm.

	"Boys!" she said, looking at me and grinning.

	I stood, enjoying the feel of being filled up and open that the
speculum thong gave me.

	"Thank you, gentlemen, lady," I said.  "Now I need to get something a
little more nutritious in my belly."

	Stopping at the door I turned back, "Oh.  If any of you want a repeat
of today's performance I had better not see any clothes on those
bodies when you are in this house!  Understand?"

	Without waiting for a response I headed downstairs, my clit tugging
and twisting with each step.


	Dad wasn't sure what to think when he and Russell came in a couple of
hours later.  He walked in to find me squirming naked on my donut, the
nubs rubbing my clit with every movement, and four naked twelve year
olds playing Twister on the floor.  We hadn't played Twister in ages
but they figured out pretty quickly that it was an easy way to examine
each other's bodies while pretending to do something else.

	As Dad walked in, Jennie was facing away from him, legs spread wide
apart and bending at the waist to reach the right color.  Mark's cock
was practically bumping her face.

	They'd previously decided to ignore Dad's arrival and continue
playing the game, so with an effort none of the three kids moved. 
This round Timmy was spinning the wheel, sitting cross-legged at the
edge of the mat, his hard cock pointing to the ceiling.

	Dad and Russell both froze, staring at the naked preteens in front of
them.

	"Hi Dad," greeted Timmy.  "Jeff, right hand to green."

	Jeff squatted and placed his right hand on the green circle between
Jennie's legs, putting his face right underneath Jennie's open cunt.

	"Uhhh, hi," Dad replied.  "What's going on here?"

	"We're playing Twister," Timmy replied innocently, stating the
obvious.

	"But, you're all naked."  Again with the obvious.

	"Yea.  You said we were a clothing optional house now.  You didn't
expect me to be naked without them joining us, did ya' Dad?  Jennie,
left foot to red."

	Jennie had to twist her body around to place her foot on the right
color.  She was almost forming a bridge, her open pussy pointing at
Dad and actually touching Jeff's face.  Twisting that way had raised
her head until Mark's cock was pressed against her face.

	"Well, uhh, I'm not sure I meant that all your friends should be nude
too," he replied uncomfortably.

	"Why not, Dad?" I responded.  "I have to be nude.  Timmy wants to be.
 Why shouldn't they be nude to?"

	"Mark, right foot to yellow."

	Mark spread his legs wider to reach the yellow circle.  His cock was
touching Jennie's lips.

	"This just, uhh, doesn't seem very appropriate," Dad stammered.

	"Mom just thought it was funny when she came down for a Coke a little
while ago," Timmy stated.

	Jennie screamed and collapsed, Mark and Jeff falling on top of her.

	"No fair!  Jeff cheated," she yelled.

	"No I didn't!"

	"Did to.  You licked my clit!"

	"I'm pretty sure the rules don't say you can't lick a girl's clit,
Jennie," I chimed in.

	"Your mom saw this?" Dad asked, staring at Jennie lying on her back,
legs splayed open.

	"Yea," I answered.  "She thought it was hilarious."

	"She was naked too," chimed in Jennie.

	"Mom was naked!" Dad exclaimed.

	"Yea," Timmy replied.

	"Your wife is hot!" Mark piped up, his cock leaking precum onto
Jennie's forehead.

	"Hey, Mr. J.  The boys got to see your wife naked.  When am I going
to get to see you naked?" asked Jennie with a mischievous grin.

	"Yea Dad!" I spoke up.  "Take'em off!"

	"No.  I don't think so."

	"Russell will.  Won't you Russell?" I asked, knowing his response.

	Poor Russell was so horny he didn't even hesitate.  "You bet!" he
exclaimed and dropped his shorts releasing his raging hard-on to
Jennie's wide-eyed view.  "Come on, Dad.  Your turn."

	Dad just laughed.  "No.  Not gonna happen," he stated.

	"Ah Dad," Timmy whined.  "All the rest of us are naked.  Why not you,
too?"

	"You guys keep playing.  I'm just gonna go watch some TV," he
announced as he turned to walk out of the room.

	"Wait," I cried as I struggled out of my donut, a charge of
electricity flooding through me as my clit pressed against the edge.

	He hesitated and looked back at me.

	"If you won't strip on your own we'll have to do it ourselves.  Grab
him, Russell," I yelled.

	"Yea!" yelled Jennie and the three younger guys, all charging Dad.

	Every dad in the world has a "No!" that will stop running water in
its tracks.  They also have a "No!" that means "I don't really want
you to but I won't stop you if you do."  With a combination of
anticipation and anguish, Dad yelled, "No.  Get off me!" and turned to
get away.

	Russell blocked his escape and Timmy grabbed his shorts and pulled. 
The shorts had an elastic waist and slid right down, pulling his
underwear about halfway down his ass at the same time.  Mark grabbed
the waistband of his underwear and pulled that down to his Dad's
ankles.

	Desperately Dad bent over and grabbed at his shorts.  Russell
immediately pushed him over onto his side.  Mark and Timmy then jerked
his shorts and underwear right off his feet.  Russell grabbed Dad's
arms and held them above his head.

	"Quick, pull his shirt up," he ordered.

	I jumped on Dad's stomach, straddling his waist to hold him down and
pushing his tee shirt towards his shoulders.  Sliding back I felt his
hard cock beat against my bare ass.

Instantly, my plan changed.
	
	I really had intended to simply help pull Dad's tee shirt over his
head.  Now, with his cock rubbing my ass I knew what I had to do. 
Without hesitation I raised myself up onto my knees, slid backwards a
few inches feeling the head of his cock slide along my crotch and
then, as it touched my wide open pussy I collapsed, forcing him all
the way inside me.

	The game suddenly stopped.

	The speculums kept my pussy wide open so there was virtually no pain
as his penis invaded me, yet I'd never had anything remotely this
large inside me before.  My dad doesn't have a MASSIVE 12" COCK, but
it was a hell of a lot bigger than Russell's and it felt like it was
splitting me in half.  After impaling myself on his pole I simply
froze, unable to move, unable to breath.

	Dad did just the opposite.  With a loud "No!" he sat up, throwing all
the kids off of him and rolled me onto my back in an effort to
withdraw from my pussy.  No way.  The speculum had locked us together.
 As he pulled back my waist was jerked up with him causing me to cry
out as the clit clamp and both speculums pulled me up.

	He froze.  He was on his hands and knees, his cock buried a good five
inches into me.  My legs were wrapped lightly around his waist, my ass
dangling several inches above the ground.

	I reached my a hands up under his arms, gripped his shoulders and
pulled myself off the ground and up against him, pushing his cock
another two inches into me and grinding my nipples against his chest.

	"It's no use," I whispered devilishly.  "This speculum has locked
your cock inside me and it won't let go until you shrink back to
normal.  You have to fuck me, Daddy!"

	"Oh God, No!" he whimpered.

	I locked my ankles around his waist and began grinding myself against
the base of his cock.

	"Oh God!" he whispered again.

	"Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck my soaking pussy," I replied.

	He had no choice.  Seriously.  Nature overruled.  His pelvis started
moving, pumping back and forth.  He laid me back down, pressing me
into the carpet with his strong chest.
  
	Last summer we took a vacation to the beach.  One night our whole
family took a walk under the full moon along the beach.  It was high
tide and the surf was crashing in, roll after roll of waves.  That's
what my orgasm was like.  I didn't explode like a rocket.  Instead it
just built and built, rolling through me like the surf at high tide,
deeper and fuller than I'd ever experienced, filling my whole being.

	Dad could only pull out a couple of inches to thrust, so he moved in
circles instead.  His cock gently slid out some then swirled around as
he pushed back in.  I'd never felt such fullness, such ecstasy, such
gentleness.  He was giving his whole self to me in gentle lovemaking,
not the wild fuck session Russell and I had had earlier.  God, it felt
incredible!

	I swear this lasted for twenty minutes.  The speculum kept Dad's
climax at bay as it built inside his balls.  I felt his cock widen (I
didn't think that was possible) and then he shot into me with such
force that I was afraid it would shoot right through me and come out
my mouth!  I felt like someone had stuck a hose in me and turned it on
full blast.  He just kept pumping and pumping and pumping.

	And then relaxed, laying on top of me, his elbows supporting some of
his weight so that he didn't squash me.  I relaxed my legs from around
his waist and kissed him full on the mouth.

	"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered.
	
	I turned and looked at the others.  Jennie was curled up between all
three guys.  I learned later that she'd given all three of them blow
jobs and each of them hand sucked her to orgasm.

	Gently Dad removed his shrinking cock from my pussy.  With a gush I
felt his cum slipping out of me.  Jennie jumped up and dove between my
legs, sucking his sperm right out of me.  Her soft lips pressing
against mine brought me to yet another soft, shuddering orgasm.

	After sucking me clean she slid up my body, Dad and slid off to the
side, and kissed me.  Pushing her tongue into me she deposited a whole
mouthful of my daddy's cum into my mouth, then pulled away giggling. 
A thick white rope followed her as she rolled off me.

	I lay cuddled against my dad's naked body, totally at peace.  So much
had changed.  So much was yet to happen.  But I knew life would never
be the same again.

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