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 From the Author:
Be warned: this story involves explicit sex in many forms including
that forced on young teenagers so if that offends, read no further.
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must not be posted to any commercial or pay site whatsoever.
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author, has ever indulged in situations described in this story; they
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Even Big Girls Must Obey
(C)December 2004
(M+F+f+m (various), nc, forced, inc, rom, sm)

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
by Writer's Cramp
writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40/

Characters:
Michelle Jackson, aged 18, shy and a loner.
Stevie Jackson, aged 15, her brother, a mischievous brat.
Beatrice Jackson, aged 39, her mother, domineering and sometimes cruel.
Warren Jackson, aged 42, her father, demanding and voyeuristic.
Gordon Richards, aged 21, her co-worker and boyfriend.
Uncle Clarence Ritson, her uncle Clarrie, Beatrice's brother, aged 48, a
sleaze
Aunt Sarah, his wife, aged 42, as cruel as Michelle's mother.
Winifred Ritson, their daughter, aged 16.


Chapter One
      Michelle Jackson was finally beginning to enjoy her life. Although
she still lived at home with her parents and younger brother, Stevie, since
her birthday a few weeks ago, she had been given all the freedom a young
woman of eighteen should expect and she was allowed to do as she wished
with her time.
      It was a far cry from pre-adult days when she was at the mercy of her
parents and was regularly disciplined, sometimes in cruel and humiliating
ways for even the smallest infractions. When her mother explained their
decision she at first thought it might be a trick to entice her towards more
spankings but even when she stayed out after midnight, something she did
on purpose to test this newfound freedom,  not a thing was said.
      It wasn't that she had friends she could party with into the wee small
hours, far from it for she never seemed able to break into those circles 
that
she desired so much. It was just that she was too shy to express herself 
like
the others and rather than be the wallflower of the group she chose not to 
be
involved. That of course left a lonely feeling deep down, something she
wasn't able to talk to her parents about and having no close friends, it
stayed bottled up deep inside her psyche.
      The people she worked with were friendly enough, she wasn't the
butt of their jokes or sneers, in fact both the men and women treated her
with the greatest respect on her floor but come knock-off time, she almost
always left work alone. The few times when she was invited to the coffee
shop by a group of the girls were special but she couldn't open her mouth to
add to the conversation at all and this hurt her deep down. Why was she so
shy? Why couldn't she laugh and tell stories like the other girls. How come
they all seemed to have boyfriends but no one showed any interest in her?
These questions ran through her mind often but she was too self-conscious
to ever raise the subject with any of the girls at work.
      She desperately yearned for someone to have as a confidante yet they
all seemed to bypass her when friendships developed. But what happened
on that Friday afternoon seemed to change all that. She had just finished
packing up her work desk for the week, had pulled her jacket on and began
to leave when a voice said, "Would you care to join me for coffee,
Michelle?"
      "Wha...? Oh, it's you, Gordon. Did you ask me...?"
      "I just wondered if you'd like to have coffee with me, that was all."
      "Oh," she almost gushed with joy, trying desperately to show a calm
exterior. Inside her mind was racing. "Oh, yes. Yes that would be nice,
Gordon. Thank you."
      "It's nothing, just some coffee," he said off handedly but  Michelle
was sure he was just as nervous as she was.
      They said no more than a few words as they walked to the coffee
shop, both feeling decidedly self-conscious and as they found seats and sat
down, she waited for him to start some sort of conversation. But the silence
became more and more embarrassing.
      "It's nice here," she finally mumbled, looking around so she
wouldn't catch his eyes.
      "Y...Yes, I guess so."
      "Do you come here often, Gordon?"
      "Me? Oh, no, I guess not."
      "Oh."
      "But... But I like it though, don't you?"
      "Oh, yes, it's nice," she replied, cringing inwardly for repeating
herself.
      The waitress coming to take their orders broke another long pause in
the conversation.
      "Gordon, why did you ask me here?"
      She saw a deep crimson blush spread across his face and he fidgeted
with the menu before he stuttered, "I... I wanted to get to ... to get to know
you, Michelle."
      "Oh," she gasped in surprise. "But... well, you do know me, don't
you? I mean we work together and all."
      "Yes but we don't talk after work. I mean, I was wondering if you
would like to be my friend. Well my girlfriend, I mean. Oh, that sounds
stupid," he groaned nervously.
      "Oh," she said softly. "I never... well, I've never had a boyfriend. I
don't know what to say..." her voice trailed off.
      "If you don't want to it doesn't matter," he added quickly.
      "No, it's not that, Gordon. I'm very happy you asked me, truly I am.
But what would we do? I mean I don't know what you like or anything and
it's really hard for me to talk, you know, about things. I can never think 
of
anything to say, I'd be terribly boring."
      He looked straight into her eyes, surprise showing all over his face.
"No, that's not you, Michelle, that's me. That's how I always am. I can't
talk to anyone, too stupid, I guess."
      "I don't think you're stupid, Gordon. Maybe we're the same kind of
people, that's how it seems to me anyway. I can never find the words to say
anything when I'm with a group of people. Maybe we could be friends and
see what happens, would that be alright?"
      "Oh, gosh, yes. That sounds just great, Michelle. Thank you, thank
you," he gushed, taking her hand and shaking it vigorously.
      Michelle was taken aback with his enthusiasm and gave a self-
conscious little giggle, glancing around to see if anyone else was looking. 
It
didn't seem so.
      "Would you like to see a movie or something?" Gordon asked, the
smile never leaving his face. It was a lovely face, she told herself. He's a
real gentleman.
      "When, Now?"
      "If you'd like to, that is."
      "Oh, I guess so."
      They finished their coffee and made their way to the cinema
complex. She left him to buy the tickets but gave him enough for her share
of the money. He looked at it for several seconds before deciding to use it
and share the cost. When he returned she discovered he had booked for a
romantic film but the billboards showed a girl wearing very little in the 
way
of clothing, being kissed furiously by a muscle bound man. She wasn't quite
sure whether she really wanted to sit with a stranger through that sort of
movie but she couldn't find the courage to tell him so she went along with
his choice. He picked seats right against the wall near the back of the
theater.
      All was well until a scene when the lovers took a weekend away in
some country hotel. No sooner had they arrived than he was removing her
clothes piece by piece, kissing each lot of bare skin as it was uncovered.
      "Oh," she gasped with embarrassment. She heard Gordon groan
softly as though he wasn't sure what to do.
      Soon the woman was quite naked although her private bits were
always turned away from the camera but the man's intentions were clearly
obvious, her breasts receiving much attention from both his hands and his
lips. Deep down, Michelle found the scene highly erotic and visions of
Gordon doing that to her flashed across her mind at regular intervals. But 
to
sit beside this newfound friend and know he was seeing the same things she
was, was highly embarrassing. Should she leave? No, that would only
embarrass him. Deep down she hoped he would say something, maybe
suggest they leave but his eyes were glued to the screen and she was sure he
wouldn't want to leave even if she did.
      At last the naughty weekend was over and Michelle gave an audible
sigh of relief when the sex scene had finished. Gordon glanced across and
after a moment's hesitation, whispered, "Gosh, I'm sorry about that,
Michelle. I never realised..."
      "No... No, don't apologise, you weren't to know, were you?"
      "Uhm... No, no I didn't know," he said unconvincingly. "Uhm,
would you like to leave?"
      "No, let's see the end," she suggested, hoping there would be no
more sex. Thankfully there wasn't and they left the theater feeling less
embarrassed that they had been.
      "I'm sorry about... you know, that sex stuff and all," Gordon
mumbled self-consciously.
      "Oh, don't be silly, Gordon. It happens in lots of films... well, I
guess it does. Anyway, they didn't show much," she added then blushed
furiously as she remembered breasts across the screen getting well and truly
massaged.
      "I didn't mean to upset you, Michelle. It won't, I mean it won't stop
our friendship, will it?"
      "Of course not, let's just forget it."
      "Could I... would it be alright it I walked you home, Michelle?"
      Uh, oh, she thought. If he does that he might want to kiss me
goodnight. Oh, I couldn't let him do that. What if he thought I would let
him do... other things. Oh, goodness, what to do? "Uhm, I guess so. Mum
and Dad are home, you know."
      "Oh, yes," he said in acceptance.
      They walked on for a while, each in their own thoughts. Gordon
wanted something more. He wasn't sure what but knew he did. Michelle
was thinking of the easiest way to leave him at the front gate so she could
avoid any possibility of him trying to kiss her.
      Nearing her home, she felt him tentatively take hold of her hand. She
didn't reject him and they continued on in silence, both happy to have a
friend to walk with.
      "This is where I live, Gordon," Michelle informed him as they
arrived. He seemed disappointed.
      "Oh, is it? I thought we might be walking a little while longer." She
felt sorry to let his hand go as well.
      "Well, goodnight, Gordon. I enjoyed being with you," she gabbled
quickly, pulling her hand from his.
      "You did?" He asked with surprise. "Oh, I enjoyed it too, Michelle,"
he added quickly.
      With that, they parted quickly, Michelle almost running up her
pathway and through the door. "Night, Mum, Night, Dad," she called as she
passed the lounge and went quickly to her room.
      As she lay in bed, the scene from the film kept repeating itself in 
her
mind and she began to imagine it was she in place of the woman. Her hand
moved to a breast then slid into her pajama pants and she stroked herself to
sleep.

      Gordon and Michelle saw each other three times more that week and
they soon became less self-conscious with the other at each meeting.
Everything was quite innocent and Michelle began to breathe a silent sigh
of relief when Gordon made no moves that could ever be construed as
sexual. She became quite comfortable when he took her hand in his during
their walks.
      A week after their first date, they walked along the lakeside, the
moon throwing shadows in their path, creating a surreal atmosphere. She
felt herself moving closer and soon he put his arm around her waist. It felt
warm and comfortable and she hoped the evening would never end. They
found a vacant seat overlooking the water. She never hesitated when he
drew her to it and sat down. His arm stayed around her waist and she
snuggled closer against him.
      "Michelle, have you ever...?"
      "No," she responded instantly before he had even finished the
sentence. "You shouldn't ask that."
      "I... All I meant was have you ever watched the lake on a night like
this," he explained, surprised at her reaction.
      "Oh, is that all. I thought you meant... Oh, it doesn't matter," she
added quickly, knowing she couldn't explain her reaction to him at all.
      "What did you think I ...?"
      "No, it doesn't matter. I was being silly."
      "Can I kiss you?" His asked in a wavering voice.
      "Kiss me? No... Oh, I don't think we should, Gordon."
      "Alright," he agreed submissively.
      "Couldn't we just cuddle a little," she suggested, hearing the
disappointment in his voice. "It's just that I don't want you to think I 
didn't
like you or anything. I really do, Gordon. I like the times we are 
together."
      "You do? Oh, so do I. I... I think I love you, Michelle. Please don't
get angry."
      "Oh, Gordon...," she sighed happily and as though her movements
were not her own she brushed her lips against his for just a moment. For
many minutes afterwards, they cuddled together in their own thoughts.
      "Have... Have you ever wondered... I mean, have you ever thought
of us doing things?" He asked in a half whisper.
      She was silent for what seemed an hour. In fact it was no more than a
minute or so. A thousand things flowing through her mind every second of
that time. She had certainly thought of what it might be like when he
touched her, over her clothes of course. But she wasn't sure that's what
people did when they became friends. Did she have to let him? How would
she react if he put his hand on her boobies? No one had ever done that
before, well no one other than her... well that was different, she told
herself. Then thoughts of some of her school friends who had bragged about
letting their boyfriends do it. Would she faint? What if he tried to put his
hand under her skirt? Then she surely would faint.
      "Yes," she whispered back.
      "What?"
      "Oh," she whispered nervously. "Touching, I guess."
      "Touching?" He asked with renewed interest. "Where? Who?"
      It was becoming most embarrassing. How could she answer that?
"Do you think about things too?" She asked trying to deflect having to tell
him anything.
      "Yes, I guess."
      "What things?"
      Now it was his turn to remain silent. They never made a sound
hoping the other would speak first.
      "I... I think about... about your... you know, your uhm, your
bosom,"  he finally blurted out and she felt his body stiffen, waiting for 
her
response.
      "Tell me what you think about, Gordon. I want to know, really I do."
      "Well, when I was at school, some of my friends talked about how
they felt up their girlfriends. Do you hate me, Michelle?"
      Hate? Why should she hate him? They had been friends for a whole
week and had begun to speak about more personal things, like their life,
growing up; school; others at work. Don't men try to touch their 
girlfriends?
She thought that was the norm for men. That's what she had read
somewhere, although she couldn't remember where.
      "I thought we would start talking about more personal things
sometime, Gordon, although I still find it difficult to understand why men
need to touch girls. But you do, don't you? I don't hate you, I like you," 
she
added hoping he didn't take that as a green light to begin already.
      "Oh, I thought you might be offended. I suppose we do think about
feeling girls. I mean their breasts and you know, elsewhere. Don't you think
about that too?"
      "You mean do I think about touching girl's breasts?" As soon as she
said it she began giggling and soon he joined in too. They giggled so much
they lost complete control, tears of mirth flowing down each of their cheeks
and it was several minutes before they could stop themselves.
      "I'm sorry, it just seemed funny at the time," she said, clasping him
in her arms and placing her cheek against his. Her breasts pressed against
his chest and she soon became aware that his hand was half cupping her
outer breast. She became very still and silent.
      "Can I, Michelle?"
      "Yes," she whispered back, their faces still pressed together. She
moved her body away from his and allowed his hand to fully cup her breast.
      One hand cupped, not moving, the other clasped her shoulder firmly.
She put one hand around his neck and snuggled her face against his neck.
      "It's beautiful, Michelle. Thank you. Could I feel it, squeeze it?"
      "Yes."
      He held her firmness then slowly began to massage it, gently
squeezing and rotating his hand over the mound. Shivers of pleasure ran up
and down her spine, lodging deeply inside her pussy like electric shocks
shooting in every direction. It felt wonderful yet it scared her. Would
allowing him this privilege, encourage him go further? Is that what men
did? She knew they always wanted more. Oh, please don't try to put your
hand inside my blouse, she prayed silently. I couldn't bear that. It would 
be
so gross. Oh, god, it does feel nice. She moaned silently or did she 
actually
make that noise? Oh, please don't let him hear.
      "Did I hurt you?"
      "Uh? Hurt? Nooo, no I don't think so," she mumbled into his ear.
"It's just that no-one..."
      His hand stopped moving although he still cupped that one breast.
"Me either, Michelle. I've never touched another girl before, not in any
way. Not like this. I thought I was hurting..."
      Emotions overcame her and tears began to flow down her cheeks,
wetting his neck. She was simply overwhelmed by his innocence, his
sincerity and her hand held his face against her. Here was someone exactly
like herself, inexperienced yet gentle, loving. Yes he loved her, he even 
said
so.
      "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I made you cry, Michelle. I
didn't mean..."
      "You make me feel very happy, Gordon. I... I think... I think I love
you too," she finally got out between her tears of joy. "I... I thought what 
all
men wanted was... you know... sex, but you... you are so gentle and
caring. Thank you, my dear friend." It was at that stage that their lips 
joined
and Michelle felt for the first time the thrill of sexual arousal. It was
incredible, unbelievable. Her heart raced, her breath became faster and
something deep inside, somewhere behind her pussy, urged her onwards.
      No, I can't let him do more, she told herself as she broke the loving
kiss. "Oh," she gasped aloud, feeling the heat of a deep blush across her
face. "Oh, I never... I've never felt anything like this before," she admitted
shyly.
      "Me either. I liked it, Michelle. Touching you... your ti... I mean
your breast. I've never felt any girl's breast before. It is very firm and 
soft at
the same time... I mean... Oh, I..."
      "All you did was feel my bra, silly," she giggled looking away.
      "I know but it still felt nice."
      "Do... Do men get excited... the way I just felt," she asked
innocently, still unable to look up into his face.
      "Excited? I... I guess so. I mean I had a hard... you know, I got hard.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
      "You mean... down there," she glanced quickly at his crotch. "I
thought... well I thought that only happened when you... well, when you
did sex... Oh," she moaned at the thought of what she had just said.
      "To me, that was the sexiest thing I've ever done," he admitted.
"And it made me hard... you know."
      "I don't think I do know... I don't know much about men... I mean,
about what happens when... you know." They sat together but unable to
look at each other. "Men touch themselves, don't they?" She knew this was
the most stupid question she had ever asked and so personal.
      "I... I guess so."
      "Do you?"
      "Some... Sometimes, I guess."
      "Do you want to now? What do you do?" Oh, how na�ve, she
groaned to herself but she desperately wanted to know, to learn what he
liked.
      "It... It's embarrassing," he whispered. "I've never talked about
these kinds of things to anyone before. Don't you get... I mean don't you
get embarrassed about sex? When you're with other people, I mean."
      "Of course I do but it seems easier when I'm with you. I just
wondered, that's all. You don't have to tell me," she said feeling she had
overstepped their short relationship but the feelings that started her 
asking
questions still remained deep inside, gurgling away like a witches brew,
urging her on.
      "Sometimes I think of being in a room with a girl and taking her
clothes off. I've never done it of course, just think about it," he added
quickly. "That's when I want to... you know, what you asked. It's such a
strong feeling and my thing gets hard and I just have to... well that's when
I... that's when I do it... jerk off."
      "Gosh, I've never thought about it before, about imagining naked
girls, I mean. I read somewhere that men think about sex all the time. I
don't, I mean think about naked men but... well, when we went to that
movie, with the naked woman... well I did it when I went to bed," she
confessed with all sorts of doubts and fears of what he might think of her,
running through her mind.
      "You did? So did I," he confessed feeling pleased to share this secret
with his girl.
      "We're naughty, aren't we?" She gave an embarrassed, little giggle.
      "I think I like talking like this, Michelle. I've never had anyone I
could trust to talk like this. Gosh if you'd laughed at me I don't know what
I'd have done but we are very much alike, don't you think?"
      She took his hand and pressed the back of it against her breast again,
almost offering herself. "It's nice but scary too. I don't want to... you 
know,
do real sex things... well, not yet anyway. That would frighten me but what
we've done tonight was exciting, well for me it was and I can see it excited
you too," she said with a genuine smile, purposefully looking at the tent in
his trousers.
      "Oh, gosh, sorry, I couldn't help it. It just happens... when I think
about sex things. Do you hate me for it?"
      "Hate you, oh you are a silly, Gordon. I guess it's just natural. Is 
it
really hard?"
      "If it wasn't, would it push my pants up like this?" He giggled and
pressed his hand harder against her breast. This is the real culprit," he 
stated
giving her poor breast a heavy squeeze with the back of his hand.
      "I guessed it was," she smiled. "Could I touch it? I mean your
thing... for just a moment. Oh it does feel naughty," she gasped as he drew
the hand he was holding down and rubbed it over the tent of his erection.
Sure enough, she felt his erect penis and marveled at its hardness.
      "Oh, I never realised. It must hurt," she said with sympathy.
      "No, it just feels very sexy when you touched it even if it was me
who made you do it."
      "Oh, you didn't make me, I really wanted to."
      "But it was my hand that took you there. I felt so sexy I nearly did 
it
in my pants," he said with a blush.
      "What does that mean?"
      "You know, I nearly had a ... oh, a climax, I guess."
      "In your pants? Wouldn't that make a mess. I mean it's like goo isn't
it?"
      "We both know so little about each other, don't we?" He said
thoughtfully. "Yes, it's certainly gooey when it happens. I usually... I don't
think I could tell anyone else this but I usually use a handkerchief when I 
do
it... to catch the mess."
      "It all sounds so strange but then we women have strange things
happen to us too."
      "But you don't... you know, make a mess, do you?"
      "There's a mess there sometimes. Every month," she added to help
him understand what she meant. "I've never spoken to anyone like this
before either, Gordon. But with you it seems... well, I don't seem to be
embarrassed anymore."
      "Me either although I must confess it's still strange talking like 
this,
you know, such intimate things. You meant your cycle before, didn't you?"
      "Yes."
      "I'm glad we don't have to put up with that." He desperately wanted
to know more but thought it prudent to let her add anything rather than
prompting her. Unfortunately she had nothing more to say on the subject.
      "Are you... Will you, uhm, will you touch yourself tonight?"
      "I don't think I could stop myself," he admitted. "You have made me
feel so... Well, so aroused. I want to do it right now."
      "Do you? How long does it take?"
      "Right now about thirty seconds, I reckon. But once I settle down, at
home, I guess I can take as long or as quick as I like. It's just how I feel
when I'm doing it. Sometimes I just want to shoot quickly, sometimes I
want it to last."
      "And it feels good? When you shoot?"
      "Michelle, it's incredible but you should know that. Girls have
climaxes too."
      "I... I don't think... Well it is nice when I do it but all it does is put
me to sleep. I've never really understood why some of my school friends
made such a big fuss about getting off. It's nice and calming but that's 
all."
      Gordon remained silent for several minutes, making Michelle
nervous that she had said something wrong and she wasn't sure whether to
say more or not. After all, she was just being honest. Finally he spoke 
again.
      "Michelle, I'm not sure whether you've ever had a climax. I mean I
know what it feels like for a man because every time I have one I make this
gooey mess. Girls don't shoot out semen but I'm sure they have just as
much feeling when they climax as men do. I mean all those books I've read
when a girl goes over the top, she usually screams out loud and long
because the pleasure is so intense. I don't want to pry but does it give you
such strong feelings? I mean, does it make you cry out when it happens?"
      "No, nothing like that. I guess for me it just soothes me and puts me
to sleep. You don't think there's something wrong with me, do you? Maybe
I'm frigid or something."
      "Far from it, my darling, not after the way you kissed me just before.
But I'm wondering whether you've been stopping too early. I understand
girls do take a lot longer than men to become aroused, they're such delicate
little things, you know," he added with a smirk.
      "Oh, you...," she laughed.
      "So I'd suggest you play with yourself for longer, try to work
yourself up more and then just wait for the feelings to grow until your mind
explodes with pleasure."
      "Oh, you're making me feel all funny again, you naughty man. Fancy
talking to a girl like that."
      "It's only to you, Michelle, no-one else, I promise."
      "I hope so, but I still can't understand why because it does feel 
nice,
you know when I stroke myself down there but that's all."
      "You learned about your clitoris when you were in school SexEd
didn't you?"
      "Yes, they told us stuff so I guess I have one. Oh, I don't know,
maybe I'm just a freak."
      "Maybe you need me to assist you?"
      "What?" she shrieked, putting her hand to her mouth to diffuse the
noise. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She said sarcastically.
      "You bet," he smiled back."
      "When you play jerky-jerkies tonight, try to imagine you're doing it
to me. That's as close as you'll come to the real thing, my dear boy."
      "Damn, I gave it my best shot."
      "It's too soon, Gordon. One of us needs to restrain this new found
sex drive we both have and I guess that falls on the female shoulders. Give
the man his way and he'd be raping me on the ground even as I speak."
      "Oh, yes please," he laughed then became serious. "I understand
your reasons, darling. I'm sure I wouldn't ever try to rape you but when 
this
need rises up..."
      "You mean that pole thing between your legs?"
      "That's the baby... When he gets a surge of need, I'd probably do
whatever you allowed, no matter what."
      "Maybe one day, I could help you calm those needs without having
to give my virginity up as a consequence."
      "Your virg...? You are still a virgin? Oh, my gosh, I never even
thought about... A virgin? You've never let anyone have their way with
you?"
      "That's me, Gordon. Miss Prim-and-proper if ever there was one.
But then, aren't you too? That's what I thought you said a while ago."
      "Yes, of course I am. You are the first woman I've ever touched
sexually. I have kissed a couple of others but never as lovers, just good
night kisses after a date. Nothing ever eventuated, probably because I'm
such a dork when I'm with one."
      "Not with me, you're not, my darling. I think I could get very used to
being with you. Maybe one day even, we could... Well, maybe we should
take it a step at a time," she said, trying to defuse the sexual aura they 
had
built up between them. "But I am surprised at one thing."
      "You are? What's that?"
      "I'd just suggested I might be able to help you relieve some of the
tensions that build up in this man's body without having to give away my
virginity. Remember? But all you did was be surprised at my virginal state."
She saw the wry smile creep over his face.
      "Just what are you suggesting then?"
      "I really don't know but I'm sure the mind of man will have a few
ideas on that particular subject."
      "You just want to get your hand on my privates, don't you?"
      "I believe it's the reverse, my dear. Would I be correct in assuming
it's you who wishes to get my hands on your privates?"
      "Oh, I'm allowed to dream, aren't I? But why would I wish that, I
wonder?"
      "I mightn't have much expertise when it comes to the finer points of
sexual pleasure but I have read a few books on the subject and it's my 
belief
that a woman's touch in that particular area of a man's anatomy gives far
more pleasure than the hands of the particular owner on said anatomy. Am I
correct or is it just my vivid imagination?" By now, Michelle had become
quite comfortable in this repartee with her new found friend and that in
itself gave her more confidence than she had ever dared hope.
      "I guess I do have dreams along those particular lines," he admitted.
"Would I be presuming too much to think I may experience such delights as
we sit here, alone with no one nearby, in the shadow of a full moon
tonight?"
      "Oh, indeed you do presume too much, my good man," she said with
a laugh. "But I do envisage the time may come to those who wait patiently.
Someday soon, Gordon. You know I ache for that touch just as much as you
but we must move slowly. Don't you agree?"
      "I think you're just one great big cock tease, young lady. If I had my
way, that would be punished, very severely."
      "Ha, dream on. I got enough spankings while I was younger to last
me a lifetime so you can put those thoughts out of your mind forever."
      "Michelle, can I feel you again, your breasts. Please?"
      "Yes," she said moving so he had access to both mounds. She wasn't
large in that department, just a good handful and she was proud of the fact
that at eighteen there was no sign of any droop whatsoever. Gordon should
be very pleased when she finally allowed him to not only feel the bare flesh
but to view them as well. She hoped she had the courage to allow him that
privilege soon but she was determined not to rush things too fast.
      "Oh, they are beautiful," he crooned as his hands moved over the
precious possessions, squeezing, stroking, and testing. He laid his face
between the mounds and breathed deeply, taking her body scents to himself.
He was overwhelmed by the access she gave, and there was no way he
could show her the joy he felt. As he moved to take her face between his
hands and kiss her softly on the lips, his erection pressed against her hand
as it lay in her lap. The thrill was exquisite. He knew she felt it. She too
knew not only what it was but  he knew she felt it.
      That became a pivotal moment in their new relationship. Instead of
pressing further that she might actually begin to massage his hardness, he
backed off. "I'm sorry, Michelle, I didn't mean to do that. Not that it 
wasn't
nice; it was fantastic but I want to let you choose the pace of our growing
together. Maybe it's time for me to walk you home?"
      She was in the process of deciding to take him in her hand there and
then regardless of the consequences and she loved him all the more deeply
for his strength in not wanting more. It would have been so easy for him to
seek it.
      "I'm beginning to love you very deeply, Gordon Richards," she said
resting her head on his shoulder as they walked along arm in arm. They
both felt excruciatingly happy and when he moved his arm so he could
reach her breast with his fingertips, she made no move to stop him. They
were now his property.
      "And who's little tittie is this one?" he asked with a grin.
      "It's yours, you know that."
      "When do I get to bath it then?"
      "Ah, ha, that's another question, isn't it? Not for a while yet, baby.
Just be patient."
      "Yes, ma'am."
      When they reached her house, they moved towards some bushes so
they couldn't be seen from the street and embraced in a long passionate
kiss. She made no move to stop him when he cupped her bottom cheeks and
pressed his crotch hard against her's. She didn't complain when he gyrated
his penis against her in an overt sexual way. In fact it thrilled her that 
she
finally had someone whom she liked dearly and who liked her and her body
just as much. It excited them both as he ground himself against her. She 
felt
his hardness and thrilled at the feeling.
      "If you don't stop you'll mess yourself," she finally warned as she
pulled away. "I loved tonight, Gordon. It was so exciting and I know it will
get better."
      "Can we go out tomorrow night, Michelle. I love being with you."
They agreed to meet in the mall at six o'clock and finally separated after
another long wet passionate kiss.
      "That's enough for tonight, baby," she said, finally breaking away.
Then feeling very naughty continued. "Just remember this, Gordon, love. In
exactly fifteen minutes, I will be lying in my bed naked and touching you-
know-where. Now, you must go home." By the time she had finished her
face glowed fiery red in the darkness and she gave a little gasp at her 
sheer
audacity as she slipped inside her front door. The clock showed a quarter
past one and the house was in complete darkness. Thank goodness everyone
is asleep, she told herself.
      Her fingers remained at work this time and finally caused the need to
press her face deeply into the pillow to stifle her gasps of pleasure. As  
she
drifted off, she wondered if Gordon had achieved his pleasure at the same
time.

Chapter Two
      She came down for breakfast and sat as though nothing out of the
ordinary had happened last night.
      "Ah, hi, Sis," Stevie said smugly. She looked at him wondering what
that was all about. Stevie was never one to offer friendly words in her
direction. "So, who's the new boyfriend, then?"
      "What," she cried out in shock. "What do you mean?"
      "You know very well, Sis. I saw you snogging in the bushes."
      "What?" her father took up the chorus. "What do you mean,
Steven?"
      "Yes, just what do you mean, Stevie?" Her mother added.
      "No. There's no boyfriend. He's just being silly," Michelle tried to
explain but knew the moment the words came out they sounded untruthful.
Her deep blush didn't help her case at all.
      "So just what is going on here?" Her father asked again, looking
from daughter to son.
      "He's just trying to upset me, that's all," Michelle came in. "It's 
not
true. I don't have a boyfriend."
      "Well it wasn't another girl grabbing your ass, it was a bloke, no
doubt about it," Stevie explained superciliously. Looking towards his
parents to see who was believed. He was pleased to see all eyes were on his
sister, almost accusing her of lying.
      "Well one of you isn't telling the truth. Who is it?"
      "He's wrong, Dad. I do not have a boyfriend and no one was
touching my..." She couldn't bring herself to say the word.
      "Just what time did you get home, young lady?" Her mother asked.
      "I... I'm not sure. Maybe twelve-fifteen."
      "It was nearer one-fifteen. I heard you creeping up the stairs."
      "What were you doing awake at one-fifteen, young man?" Dad
asked.
      "I hadn't gone to sleep, that's all." In truth, he had been sitting on 
the
garden seat with his friend, Bennie watching his sister and Gordon
embracing the whole time. Only after she went indoors did he climb back
through his first floor window. It was something the two boys did regularly,
creeping out after lights out and talking until the wee hours, usually about
girls. Last night, they were dumbstruck as they watched the two necking so
passionately.
      His father looked into Stevie's eyes for a long time, trying to decide
if he was lying or not. He wasn't quite sure.
       Warren Jackson looked toward his wife for a moment then said,
"We'll leave it for the moment. I haven't decided who's lying. If I ever 
find
out who, pity help that person, that's all I'll say now. We will talk of 
this
matter after dinner tonight. Make sure you're both home on time."
      Michelle gasped. "But Dad, I promised some friends I'd go to the
pictures with them tonight. You said I could do whatever I liked now I'm
eighteen."
      "So you can. But I won't have you lying to me or your mother under
any circumstances. You know that and you know the penalty for doing so."
      Oh, God, he means a beating, she thought. He can't. I'm  not a child
any more.
      "You'll just have to cancel with your girlfriends because I want you
home. Understand?" His voice was reaching that menacing tone she so
dreaded in her earlier days.
      "Yes, Dad." She'd just have to cancel her date with Gordon. How
could she explain that to him? How could she explain she had been
grounded? After all, she was an adult now.
      "And you, young fella, you know what's in store if you lie too, don't
you?"
      "Yes, Dad," the boy blanched. "But I'm not." He desperately wanted
to add that he could prove it, but in so doing, he would have to admit to 
his
after hours activities after lights out. It was a predicament.
      "All right, you go off to work now, Shellie." That had been his
nickname for her all her life. "We'll talk again tonight."
      "You aren't lying, are you, Misha?" Her mother asked, a look of
consternation in her eyes.
      "No, Mum, I'm not lying," she lied without hesitation. She was in so
deep there was no going back. Anyway, there was no way Stevie could ever
prove she was.

      After she had gone, Stevie turned to his father. "Dad, I wasn't lying,
I promise and I can..."
      "Just be careful, young man. You're this close to the hiding of your
life and it will be in the raw in front of everyone."
      There was a moment when Stevie wished he had never said anything
but then it dawned that if he was in line for a beating in the nude, then so
was his sister if she was found guilty and in front of everyone. That meant
he got to watch too.
      "Dad, I promise you I can prove everything I said," he stated as
quickly as he could before he got cut off again.
      "What do you mean, Stevie?" His mother asked.
      "Look, Mum, I did see Michelle kissing and grabbing some guy last
night. She was pressing herself against him and he was grabbing her bum
and her tits." It was out before he could stop himself. "Ooh, I didn't mean 
to
swear."
      "But... How...? Where were they when they were supposed to be
doing all this?"
      "We were hiding in the bushes in the front garden, near the garden
seat."
      "In the front? But your room is out back."
      "You were lying, weren't you, you little cheat?" His father roared,
grabbing him by the shirt.
      "No," Stevie squealed. "No, I wasn't in my room, honest."
      "What? What do you mean?"
      "Look, I know this will get me into trouble but I have to tell you
because it will prove I wasn't lying about Michelle and the guy," he began
in a humble voice. "You see, sometimes, after you go to bed, I climb down
the tree outside my window and Bennie and I meet to talk. Guy stuff, you
know?"
      So?"
      "Well we were out last night, sitting on the garden seat, just talking
and stuff when Michelle and this guy got home and started groping each
other. Honest, they were. She never even stopped him when he grabbed her
ti... uhm, her boobs and kind of squeezed them all over. We were pretty
close and saw it all but they never saw us; too busy with themselves, I
guess."
      "And?"
      "I guess that's all. Before he left she kept whispering something to
him but we couldn't hear." His eyes darted from parent to parent, hoping
the story was believed.
      "So how do I know you aren't making this up to save your hide?"
      "Well ring Bennie and ask him."
      "Hmm, maybe I will. How often do you two get out like this,
anyway?"
      "Look, Dad, we just like to talk and stuff, that's all. It's cool 
being
out late like that, you know. He's my best friend and we decide at school
when we'll meet."
      "So, instead of getting a full night's sleep to be ready for school 
the
next day, you're turning yourself into overtired zombies? Not a good way to
get results is it?"
      This wasn't going exactly the way he'd hoped. He didn't seem mad
at Michelle at all but was zeroing in on his own indiscretions.
      "At least I told you," he reminded his father.
      "We'll see about it tonight. Now, off to school."
      Unbeknown to Stevie, Warren immediately picked up the phone and
began to dial.

      Michelle suggested that they go for a walk during their lunch break.
Neither wanted the office to know they were a couple just yet so they left
separately and met a few blocks away. It wasn't long before they were
seated in the same seat as last evening, looking over the lake and it's
reflections.
      "I enjoyed last night, Michelle," Gordon said trying to break the ice
because his girl seemed more quiet than he would have expected.
      She looked directly into his eyes and said, "Gordon, I can't come out
with you tonight."
      He looked stunned. "What? But why? Oh, please don't say it was
because of how I acted last night, in your garden, I mean."
      "No, Gordon dear, it isn't that at all. I really wanted to go out with
you tonight but I can't. You see, my parents have called a family conference
for tonight and I just have to be there. It is a... well, it's sort of a 
family
ritual. I'm really sorry."
      "I was looking forward to being with you so much tonight. Oh, why
did they have to pick this day of all days?"
      "I know how disappointed you are. I feel the same way but we'll
have other nights, lots of them. I like being with you, Gordon. And the
things we do together," she added shyly.
      "You do? You really mean that?" He asked, his eyes brightening
from their gloom.
      "If I didn't I wouldn't let you do them, now would I?
      "No, I suppose not." He looked at the ground for a moment then
without looking up asked, "Did you do what you said, when you got to bed
last night?"
      "Yes."
      "And?"
      "Well, something happened."
      "What?" His whole body was tense with anticipation.
      "If I hadn't held the pillow over my face I would have screamed out
aloud."
      "You had an orgasm? Truly?"
      "It was fantastic." Her face glowed at the thought.
      "Were you really naked?"
      "Under the covers I was. It felt very naughty. Do you think that's
what gave me the orgasm?"
      "No, I think your fingers did that. How long did it take?"
      "I have no idea, a fair while though."
      Neither could look the other in the face and they whispered together
as they looked out across the lake.
      "And you? What did you do?"
      "The same as you but it didn't last that long. Just the thought of 
your
tits, I mean your breasts, sorry, well they set off the explosion in less 
than a
minute."
      "And?"
      "Well it was nice. It seemed to last a lot longer than usual. Oh, 
damn,
every jerk-off is great no matter how long or short it takes."
      "What do you do with the mess then?"
      "Just wrap it up in a hankie and wash it out the next morning."
      "Doesn't it smell?"
      "No, silly girl. Maybe you should help me to one then you'll know,"
he said with a grin, looking at her for the first time since they sat down.
      "Maybe I will but not here. I couldn't live if anyone caught us at it.
Oh, it does sound so very naughty, doesn't it?"
      "I wish I could see you naked, Michelle. I would worship your body,
you know that."
      "Oh, Gordon, you do send shivers up and down my spine you do."
      "I think I'm going to have to go to the toilet and jerk-off as soon as
we get back. I'm so excited. Oh, God, I've got a wet spot," he said looking
down at his lap.
      "A wet spot? What do you mean?"
      "Well, you know. Men's cocks start to leak when they get excited.
Mine's leaked right through my pants."
      "Where? Oh, my goodness, so it has. It still looks big too, I can see
its outline." She was enthralled at the sight she saw.
      " Shit," he swore. "I can't go back like this."
      "Maybe I could buy a paper for you to hold. There's a stand, I will."
      She was back quickly and held out the paper with a smirk.
      "Here, Mr. Sex Fiend, cover up the evidence." As he reached out,
she whisked it away with a giggle.
      "Very funny. If you don't give it to me, I'll tan your naked hide, 
first
chance I get."
      "Ah, ha, you just won't ever get that chance then, Mr. Smarty-Pants-
with-the-wet-spot." But she relented and gave him his cover. "Kiss me
before we go back, Gordon," she asked seriously.
      If felt wonderful. No matter what happened tonight, she would have
this moment to remember. Deep down, she trembled at the thought of what
she might face when she arrived home. Her thoughts recalled the last
punishment she had at her Mother's and Father's hands but she tried to put
them aside. Tonight was just too dreadful to contemplate.
      She still couldn't work out how they were seen but she dared not tell
Gordon the truth about what had been said at home. It would be too
embarrassing. Stevie was too smart for his own good. He did have a vivid
imagination so maybe what he described was just a coincidence, something
he had read in a book somewhere. After all, he was inside in bed when they
said their passionate goodbyes last night. He even admitted he was in bed
when she came home so it was impossible for him to have seen anything.
Oh, why did I continue with such a lie? If I'd just said, "Yes, I have a
boyfriend," everything would have been fine. But I had to be pig headed as
usual. Anyway, it's nobody's business but my own. What's so wrong with
that? But I did lie and Dad and Mum are sure to try to find out who is 
lying,
Stevie or me. Sure what he said was close to the truth but he couldn't have
known that. He was just guessing that's all.
      "Michelle?"
      "Uh, oh, sorry, I was just dreaming."
      "What about?"
      "You, of course. Come on, let's get back to the office."
      They held hands for part of the way and returned separately.

Chapter Three
      Fearing the worst, Michelle was surprised that nothing untoward
surfaced as she walked in the door that evening. Dinner was served and
normal conversations were held around the table. There was definitely an
icy silence between the two siblings but she could understand that. Stevie
was in just as much trouble as she was. As soon as Dad saw that he was
talking off the top of his head, he would pay for it and she would be
released from a possible beating.  Thank goodness.
      Her mother cleared the table and her father looked from Stevie to
Michelle several times, not saying a word.
      "So, we have a difference of opinion to sort out, haven't we?" He
asked each of them.
      "I told you, Dad. It's the truth," Stevie piped up.
      "And you, Michelle. Do you still maintain that Stevie's statements
were untrue? Was he lying?"
      "Maybe he dreamed it up, Dad," she said hopefully.
      "Well he did hear you come upstairs last night, very late, I might 
add.
You admitted that yourself. Answer my question. Is he lying?"
      "I don't know what goes on in his pathetic little mind so how can I
say?'
      "Did you let some man grope you last night as Stevie stated?"
      "No, I didn't," she replied defiantly. "He made the story up just to
look smart."
      "So, you're saying he's lying, is that it?"
      "Of course it's a lie. He never saw anything like he said."
      "Stevie, repeat what you told me this morning."
      Michelle swallowed and paled as she watched the smirk rise across
the boy's face as he looked directly at his sister. Oh, God, what is this 
all
about?
      "Well I told you, Dad. Me and Bennie often sneak out at night after
you and Mum have gone to bed and usually sit on the garden seat and talk
about stuff. I know I'm going to get it for telling you but I just want you 
to
know I'm not lying. We both watched her and some guy grabbing each
other in the moonlight last night. He was grabbing her ass and her ti... uhm
her boobs and she was grinding herself against his co... well, against his,
you know."
      "How can you say you saw anything like that when you were already
in bed? That's what you said, didn't you?" Michelle snapped but felt
absolutely cornered now.
      "Sure Sis, I was in bed when you came up the stairs. All I had to do
was climb the tree and slip back inside my room."
      "Well, Mishy? What do you say to that?" Her father asked quietly
      "Look, I did nothing wrong and anyway it's none of your business...
Oh," she gasped at the realization of what she had said.
      "The fact is, Michelle, I rang and spoke to Bennie after Stevie told
me. What Bennie said was exactly what Stevie just related only in different
words. It sounded very convincing to me."
      "You have lied to us all, Michelle," her mother said for the first 
time.
"Blatantly lied and even accused your own brother of lying as well just to
cover up your own untruths. I was so sure you hadn't lied to us this morning
that I told Dad to give Stevie a hiding tonight, but thankfully the real 
culprit
has been found, no thanks to you. What would you have done when you
realized Stevie was going to get thrashed for your own lies, step in and 
save
him by confessing? I don't think so. And you had the gall to tell us to mind
our own business. I don't understand you, Michelle. We give you the
freedom an adult deserves and you repay us with lies and accusations. From
this moment your adult privileges are withdrawn and you will be punished.
How severe depends on the truth you give us this evening. Now get upstairs
and take a very hot shower. You know what you are to wear, don't you?"
      Michelle sat rigid from the humiliation of being found out. Not only
found out but backed up by others. How could she have been so stupid?
And the way her mother accused her; she felt sick in the stomach from the
fear of what she was sure would come from that.
      The remark about knowing what to wear said it all. She had a good
idea of what she would soon face. At least it would only be in front of her
parents. Stevie would be sent to bed as he always was.
      Without another word, she ran from the room sobbing pitifully. Her
spirit was crushed.

      It was so degrading, having to face her parents like this. Of course,
she had suffered this kind of humiliation many times at their hands but not
for nearly two years. Then she was a child but now she was a fully-grown
adult and they were going to see her in this almost transparent nightdress
that she only wore on punishment nights. Once they had required her to
remove the flimsy bra and panty set she wore under the gown now, her
father would see absolutely everything. Not that it really mattered all that
much because once the caning started she would have already removed it in
front of them and displayed her privates for their inspection anyway. Oh,
God, then Dad will take his time feeling me up all over. He always does
that. In fact, once when they invited Uncle Clarrie and his family over to
witness her humiliation, they gave him permission to do just the same too.
That was terrible. They couldn't do that to her now, surely?
      Then the thought of what she had done returned and she knew it was
all about to happen again. This time it would be as a fully-grown adult. She
looked at herself in the mirror one last time and trembled at what was in
store. It was all her own stupid fault and now she was going to pay. Oh,
thank goodness Gordon had no idea what she was about to undergo. Then
the thought of trying to cover the bruises from Gordon... Well at least she
could simply refuse him any attempt to access those parts until the bruises
had vanished.

      As usual, the room was in complete darkness. She knew where to
stand. Ten paces straight inside, legs well apart, hands on her head, which
had to be bowed towards the floor. She never knew how long she was to
wait like this. The time always passed so slowly, waiting for the voice to
instruct her further. The longer she waited, the more she thought the very
next second would be the time, but second after second passed by; minute
after minute. It was nervous torment, she told herself. If she dared to 
move,
to look up or around trying to see something in the darkness, they would
always pounce right at that moment. Then the punishment was increased.
She forced herself not to give in to the temptation they waited and hoped
for. It was cruel but that was what her mother enjoyed the most. That and
the actual tortures she inflicted, always with a gleam in her eyes, always
with small laughs of satisfaction.
      Her father of course, enjoyed the sexual stuff. She had learned very
early in life that to refuse him anything would only mean she would endure
worse. Her first anal rape at his hands actually started out as a feel of 
her
newly formed titties but as she fought and refused, it grew to raping the
valley between her breasts and finally being held down by her mother while
her father satiated himself in her rectum, her 10 year old rectum at that. 
The
tear he caused took several weeks to mend and was only fully healed after
the family doctor was called. Since then, she had been abused in so many
ways she couldn't count them all. Yet she still loved them; at least a love 
of
sorts. She had been cowered of ever complaining either to them directly or
to her school by even harsher threats and she learned it was easier to allow
him whatever he wished. But that all ended when she turned sixteen. Two
whole years of nothing, not even one feel up and now this. Well, she really
asked for it, she had to admit.
      Oh, God, the waiting is killing me, she thought. Muscles ached,
trying to keep herself perfectly still and her nerves were raw with the
knowledge of what was to come.
      Suddenly, the room was filled with incredible light, nothing like she
had ever experienced before. It rose from darkness to intense brightness in 
a
split second. It took her several seconds to recover and in that time she 
had
moved; her head lifting instantly from the shock, her hands held outwards
as though trying to fend some invisible thing off.
      "You know you were not to move, Michelle. That adds a new
dimension to your chastisement," her father's voice came from behind her.
He must have been standing by the door, waiting for her indiscretion.
      She dared not speak. It was forbidden.
      Then the horror registered. There directly in front of her, sitting on 
a
settee with the smuggest look of all, was her brother, his eyes darting all
over her body. She could feel her legs wobble and come near to collapsing
just as her father took her by the arm.
      "This is something entirely new, isn't it, sweetheart; having your
brother witness your degradation? But when you think about it, he deserves
the satisfaction of seeing the very person who accused him of lying,
receiving her just deserts, don't you think?"
      "But, Sir, he's my brother. He can't... Please send him away," she
shrieked.
      "That's earned you another 10 cuts of the cane, young lady," her
mother stated with a sweet smile. Oh, I do love these nights."
      "Hold on a moment, Ma'am," her father said with an exaggerated
voice. "The girl has a point. Let her explain why Stevie shouldn't stay to
witness her punishment. If she convinces us, then so be it, she won't 
receive
the extra ten but if she fails to convince us, she should receive another
twenty cuts. What do you think?"
      "No," Michelle shrieked loud and long. She knew there was no way
to win this charade.
      "Excellent idea," Mother agreed. "Go on, naughty girl tell us why
Stevie should be sent to bed."
      "I didn't mean it, Sir. Please don't make me do this. I know I could
never convince you. Please give me the extra ten and let him watch."
      "Oh, he's going to do much more than watch, my dear," Her mother
stated with a smirk.
      "Oh, please, no. Not that. Oh please, Ma'am, I'll do anything.
Anything you or the master wants but don't let him touch me. I couldn't
stand that."
      She looked down at Stevie and through the tears, saw he was
sporting a massive erection in his pajama pants. His hand was stroking the
thickness.
      "Then it looks like it's twenty more. That's nice, isn't it, darling?"
Her mother asked cruelly.
      Michelle had no strength to object.
      "The first thing we have to sort out is exactly what you and this
mystery man really did get up to last night. Do you want to tell us?"
      The poor girl simply shook her head and cried.
      "Then Stevie, as you were the one who witnessed these shocking
deeds, do you think you can show us what you saw?"
      "I guess so. What she did was push her..." he stopped in mid
sentence, not sure what words to use to describe the two of them grinding
their genitals together.
      "You can use whatever language you like, Stevie. This is
punishment. Anything goes here, son."
      "Oh, sure, Dad," he said with a grin. "Well she was grinding her
cunt against his cock. That's exactly what she was doing."
      Michelle could have died with embarrassment. How could her
parents allow Stevie to do this?
      "Then young lady, use Stevie as your mystery man and do exactly
what you were doing last night. Make sure you do it exactly the same way.
Understand?"
      She was near fainting as Stevie slowly walked and stood in front of
her. "Do it to me, Sis. Come on."
      The image of his erection still clearly in her mind, she put her arms
around his waist and pulled him against her.
      She held herself still against her smirking brother, hoping it was
enough to convince her parents.
      "She was doing much more than this, Dad. She was rubbing herself
real hard against him, like she was trying to...," but he stopped as he
thought of the next words. Then he remembered his instructions. Anything
goes. "Well it was like she was trying to fuck him, whoever he was."
      "Noooo...," she moaned. "We were just kissing goodnight. We
weren't having sex, I promise you, Sir. It is the truth, Ma'am," she 
pleaded,
looking at her mother who was holding the cane she would soon feel across
her backside.
      "Well, it looked just like she was trying to fuck him," he added
gleefully.
      "Then do it just as it was, Mishy," he father demanded in a menacing
voice.
      She could feel her brother's cock, hard and throbbing as it pressed
against her groin. Oh, God, I never thought it would come to this. She
whimpered pitifully then began to grind her sex against him, almost fighting
to keep him against her own body. The humiliation was so intense she never
felt his shuddering or his groans of pleasure as he shot his ejaculation 
inside
his pajama pants.
      It was Stevie who pulled apart first, placing a hand over the wetness
of his pj's and looking quite embarrassed himself.
      "Is that what you were doing, Michelle?" Her mother asked. "Did
you make him cum in his trousers too?"
      Michelle then realised the significance of her brother's quick
extraction from their coupling.
      "Oh, God, I didn't mean to do that, Ma'am. Truly I didn't. No, he
never came at all. We just wanted to show our affection to each other." She
quickly replaced her hands on her head and looked downward.
      "Maybe you were, maybe you really did want him to fuck you," her
mother stated. "Have you let him do that yet, Michelle?"
      "No, he's never... No he hasn't... I never let him."
      "So, you're still virginal?"
      "Yes, of course," she whispered, unable to speak aloud through the
tears.
      "We'll be checking, of course. Meanwhile you have a mess to clean
up, young lady," she suggested, looking purposefully towards Stevie.
      Since he ejaculated into his pajamas from the rubbing Michelle had
given him, Stevie felt distinctly uncomfortable. Not just because of the
wetness he knew must be showing and certainly felt as the gooey substance
began to run down his legs, but the fact he had actually cum with his
parents present. As soon as the spotlight had left him and his parents
continued to berate his sister, he quietly sat back on the divan and 
remained
perfectly still, covering as much of the wetness as he could with his hands.
He most certainly didn't want to do anything that might banish him from
this incredible family gathering.
      Now the gaze of all had turned back to him.
      "N... No it's alright," he mumbled, feeling his face burn with
embarrassment.
      "There's no need to feel ashamed about cumming, Stevie," his
mother said in an encouraging voice. "Boys do that all the time. There's no
shame in what you did, in fact if it weren't for the actions of your 
uncaring
sister you wouldn't be in this predicament anyway, would you?"
      This brightened the boy immensely. So he wasn't under threat of
dismissal. Michelle was still the villain. He just looked up into his 
mother's
face and was sure she was on his side.
      "I know you masturbate, Stevie. You wouldn't be the young man you
are if you didn't. No, I'm not accusing you of any wrongdoing. All boys and
men masturbate. It's natural, nothing to be ashamed of. But when a girl does
something that causes such mess, it is her responsibility to clean it up
afterwards. Isn't that so, Daddy?"
      "Most definitely and there's no time like the present, eh, Mishy?"
      "Me? You want me to clean his... to clean him up? He's my
brother...," she whined, trying to convince them both that it wasn't fitting
for a sister to have to do such an intimate chore. But deep down she knew
there was no backing away.
      "I... I'll get a face washer," she mumbled and began to move
towards the bathroom.
      "No need for that, young lady. You know the rules about `the seed of
men', don't you?" He mother snapped demandingly.
      The distraught girl stopped herself in mid-stride.
      "No," she wailed. "I can't. It isn't right," she pleaded with eyes
glistening from the tears that fell down her cheeks.
      "You really have forgotten so much, Michelle," her mother sighed.
"Repeat the instruction you once knew by heart. I do hope you haven't
forgotten?"
      "No, I... Oh, this is terrible," she whined, wringing her hands
together a she cast a sideways glance at Stevie as he sat watching the
tableau unfold.
      "The seed of men is the most precious commodity of mankind. It is
never to be discarded, it must always be revered." Her head fell to her 
chest
and she whimpered piteously.
      "Then you must revere it, right now," her mother demanded as a
look of satisfaction spread across her face. "Stevie, go and lay over the
ottoman. Michelle has a task to complete."
      The young boy wasn't quite sure what would come next but his mind
was racing. He was pretty sure it was something he was going to enjoy. Still
trying to cover the ever-growing wetness, he stepped to the leather-
cushioned seat and laid along its length, his feet hanging well over the 
edge.
      "He's my brother," the stricken girl reminded her parents almost in a
whisper but she knew that wouldn't change things at all. The things they
had required of her in earlier years had graduated far beyond anything she
could have expected. Her eyes caught Stevie's for just a split second as she
made her way to the young boy's side.
      Without another word, she lifted his hands from his crotch and
licked the moisture from them. Stevie's cock had already grown to his
second full-length erection of the evening and was pushing firmly against
the wetness as she pulled the drawstrings loose and opened his pajama
pants as far as she could. Globules of sperm covered his genitals with a
glistening hue and she was clearly aware that her brother was watching
every move she made. His cock stood up perpendicular to his crotch, a cock
as big as her father's, maybe bigger, she thought as she tentatively took it
between finger and thumb to hold it steady.
      As her mouth descended, Stevie gasped, "Jesus," when he knew he
was going to get sucked clean. His own sister knelt beside him, and she was
about to suck his sperm clean away.
      "You're allowed to enjoy the feelings, young fella," his father
assured him softly. They had both moved closer and Stevie saw the video
camera in his father's hands. Shit, he's recording it all, the young boy
realised in silence.
      "Every bit, Michelle," her mother reminded her.
      Stevie wasn't sure he could hold out much longer. Just the thought of
her doing this was beyond anything he could have imagined, but with the
added friction of her tongue and lips, his arousal was fast rising.
      Michelle wanted it to be over as quickly as possible and in her haste,
overlooked the matter of stimulation she was giving to his cock. As her
tongue and lips caressed his manhood, she drove him close to a second
ejaculation.
      "Better slow down the blow-job, Mishy," her father suggested when
he saw the tremors begin to rise over Stevie's body.
      Aghast, Michelle released his cock and sat back on her heels. She
had no wish to be showered with a second eruption.
      "You'd better leave his cock alone for a while, girl," her mother
added. "Remove the pajamas and save what has been soaked up."
      Stevie felt the garment being pulled downwards and then watched in
awe as Michelle began to lick and suck every inch of the inside wetness. It
took many minutes and when she had finished her whole face was
glistening with his sperm. His sperm had just washed his sister's lovely
face.
      She knelt beside him once more and began to lick his pubic hairs
clean. It was such an incredible feeling, one of his fantasies come true. 
She
nuzzled deeply in then, still without touching his penis, moved between his
legs and pushed them apart. His balls were next. Oh, the feeling of her
tongue against his sac was beyond belief.
      "Oh, shit that is so good," he crooned and giggled at the sound of his
voice.  She held his testicles to one side as she earnestly sought out every
crevice, reaching down all the way to his ass-hole which she lathed with her
spittle. At last it was over and she stood before her parents, her head 
bowed
in supplication once more.
      "Damn," Stevie moaned. "Is it over already?"
      "Just for the moment, baby," his mother told him with a reassuring
smile. Did that mean he was to receive more attention later on? His cock
flickered with anticipation. She went on, "But it is certainly not over for 
this
naughty girl just yet. It's punishment time."
       "Oh, God," Michelle whimpered as the colour left her face.
      "Remove your bra, naughty girl."
      It was no different than the last time. It was simply a strapless bra,
nothing over her shoulders to cause a problem in removing it. She stood
facing them all and with great difficulty unclipped the back of the bra
through her transparent nightdress. They all watched as it fell downwards to
the floor leaving her breasts on full show. As much as he wished, Stevie had
never seen his sister naked before yet here she was standing perfectly 
still,
allowing him to see everything. Well almost everything. Her cunt was still
covered by her panties.
      "Now the panties, naughty girl," her mother demanded.
      Without hesitation the sobbing girl lifted the hem and slipped the
pink panties down and stepped out of them.
      "Hand them to your brother," her mother told her.
      A slight hesitation, a deep blush then the prize of all prizes changed
hands.
      "Sniff her woman scents, son," his father instructed.
      He had never thought of such a thing but the feeling of power he
held over his older sister became incredibly strong. He pressed the softness
to his face, first noticing the warmth that still clung. His own sister's 
body
heat caressed his senses then the muskiness of her womanhood soared
through his consciousness. He remembered something Bennie had told him
once about Bennie smelling his own sister's knickers and jerking off at the
smell, a story that excited Stevie no end. But the sensations charging
through his mind at this very moment were far stronger and he was sure he
would shoot his load right there before them all.
      "I... I have to sit down," he confessed meekly.
      "Strong stuff, eh, boy?" his father asked with a grin.
      "Oh, shit, Dad, I never knew..."
      "It's called growing up, son. Once you get a sniff of woman's juice
the old cock takes over, doesn't it?"
      "I guess so," he said weakly still caressing her panties with his 
face.
      "Just hold them, boy. You'll learn of other goodies you can use them
for later on."
      "Oh," Michelle gasped. She knew exactly what her father meant for
she had used her panties to please him many times before. This time it
would surely be Stevie's turn and the thought sickened her.
      "Now, young lady, what was it? Twenty strokes plus a further twenty
for refusing to allow Stevie to watch, wasn't it?"
      The girl simply nodded.
      "Do you want the chance to reduce that number?"
      Michelle paled once more. Whenever she was given such a choice it
was usually a one-way ticket to having the punishment increased. Why
would it be any different now?
      "Can't make up your mind, naughty girl?"
      "I... I don't know, Ma'am."
      "Then let me make it a little easier for you. There are certain things
that still need to be done, and if you carry out those things to our
satisfaction, I will halve the punishment. All are simple and quite
achievable, I promise that. On the other hand, if we have to force you, you
will still eventually carry them out and receive the full punishment as 
well. I
should think 20 strokes much more acceptable than forty, don't you?"
      "Yes."
      "Then you agree?"
      "Yes."
      "Good. Following the revelations of last night, there are many
aspects that require answers and you are going to explain every one with
absolute honesty and without hesitation, leaving nothing out whatsoever. Is
that clear?"
      "Yes."
      "Yes what?"
      "Yes, Ma'am, it is clear."
      "Then we shall begin."

Chapter Four
      It was only now that Stevie realised he hadn't taken any notice of his
sister since she handed her panties to him. There she was, standing just a
couple of feet from him, her cunt on clear show. In fact, everything was on
show now. Her tits pushed the nightdress outwards and he had to admire
her shape. She had tits as good as any girl he had seen in Playboy. They
were firm and tort with nipples of coral pink. Most of the girls in the
magazines he had seen had nipples of various sizes but most were brown.
Michelle's were pure glowing coral pink. It made them look softer for some
reason and he had instantly fallen in love with tits like this. He guessed 
the
nipples were smaller than a golf ball yet rounder than a silver dollar, just
perfect in his mind. He wasn't sure about her belly button, well everyone
had those but her cunt was something else. The curls were exactly the same
colour as her hair, soft golden brown yet light enough to see her slit
beneath. He hoped against hope that he would see inside the slit but she
never opened her legs enough to show anything more.
      "Now Michelle tell us about your new gentleman friend; his name?"
      "It's Gordon. Gordon Richards. He works in the same office as me
but in a different department."
      "How old is he?"
      "He's twenty-one."
      "And single, I trust?"
      "Yes, he lives with his mother."
      "Do you love him?"
      "Yes... I think so."
      "When did you meet?"
      "Uhm, about two weeks ago, I guess. He asked me out for a coffee. I
mean that's when we became friends. I said we worked in the same office."
      "When did he first touch you?"
      "Touch... Oh you mean... Well he hasn't actually touched... I mean
not under my...Oh," she gasped as she saw Stevie watching her intently.
      "Go on, stop hesitating."
      "He has touched my..., here," she said, lightly cupping a breast.
      "Anywhere else?"
      "No... We haven't, I promise, Ma'am," she pleaded to be trusted.
      "If he hasn't gone any further, what's the matter with him? He's not
a queer, is he?"
      "Nooo," she bemoaned. "He's just a wonderful caring person. He
wants to but when I said no, he didn't go any further."
      "So you've jerked him off, is that it?"
      "N... We haven't done that."
      "Not yet anyway."
      "Can't you believe we do love each other and he respects me, that's
why he hasn't pressed his needs on me. I know he wants me to do things but
I haven't felt happy to, not yet at least."
      "He's just the type to fuck and run, I suspect," her father added."
      "No, he's not, Sir. He really does love me and he does respect my
wishes."
      "Has he said he wants to fuck?"
      "Y...Yes, I guess so," she almost whispered.
      "Does he know you're a virgin still?"
      "Yes, I've told him that."
      "Have you told him about your other openings?"
      The girl remained silent, her face bright red, blushing with
embarrassment. All she could do was shake her head the slightest bit.
      Stevie looked at his parents and back to Michelle. There were things
unsaid here, he told himself but didn't understand what."
      "Have you talked about sucking?"
      "No, never."
      "About masturbation?"
      "Yes."
      "Whose?"
      "Uhm, his; he said he uses a handkerchief."
      "Does he now? I wonder how his Mummy handles that in the wash?"
      "He didn't say," she whispered.
      "What else?"
      "I told him I do it too, sometimes."
      "And what did he say to that?"
      "Nothing, I guess. We sort of talked about pleasuring ourselves
together."
      "You mean you've done it together?"
      "No, we just talked about it together."
      "So how often do you do it to yourself then, naughty girl?"
      "Just a few times," she said in a half whisper, glancing briefly at 
her
brother.
      "And when was the last time?"
      "Oh," she gasped. It was something secret between Gordon and
herself that she was now about divulge. It hurt terribly. "The... It was the
night before last after I left Gordon in the garden."
      "Ah shit, she jerked off after getting dry fucked," Stevie shrieked
with glee then turned red at the sound of his own voice.
      "You can ask her something if you'd like, Stevie. She caused you
enough trouble, it's only fair."
      Michelle opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it.
      "Oh, boy, great, thanks Mum. Describe how you jerked off."
      "No, don't answer that, naughty girl. Sorry, Stevie you'll have that
answered later but you can ask something else if you want to."
      "Oh," he responded then thought for a while. "Have you ever sucked
any guys off?"
      Her father laughed aloud. Her mother's face beamed with a big
smile.
      She looked from one to the other parent but seeing no respite, simply
nodded to answer in the affirmative."
      "I'll bet it was that Gary Lawson in high school. He always bragged
that you'd blown him."
      "No, I never did. He's a liar if he said that," she shrieked in 
defiance.
      "Oh, yes, just like I was yesterday," Stevie accused her knowingly.
      "No, it wasn't a lie," she hissed back. "I never went out with him and
I most definitely never let him touch me in any way let alone do that to
him."
      "So who was it then?" Stevie asked smugly, knowing she had no
choice but to answer.
      There was a long silent pause as Michelle looked to her parents again
but as they made no move to stifle the question she simply lowered her eyes
to the floor and said softly, "It was Daddy."
      The answer absolutely shocked the young boy. Never in a million
years would he have believed it. Yet there was no denial. His father was
looking towards his mother, both smiling knowingly.
      "Oh, yeah, right. Of course it was. You just up and sucked off your
own father," he said sarcastically, not believing a word of it.
      "I had no choice. I had to," she responded softly, all fight drained
from her.
      That left her brother speechless.
      Neither parent responded in any way.
      Then after what could only be called a pregnant pause, her mother
began to interrogate her once more.
      "Have you given him any indication that he may take further
liberties?"
      "Only to say that it was too early for me to let him do anything else
but feel my... my titties through my clothes. I know he wants me to touch
his... his penis but I've refused to so far."
      "When do you plan to meet again?"
      "It was supposed to be tonight but I had to tell him I couldn't."
      "What excuse did you give him?"
      "Only that there was to be a family meeting and I had to remain at
home for the evening."
      "So it will be tomorrow, is that it?"
      "That's what I told him. Please don't say I can't."
      "Of course you can't. How will you explain the bruises?"
      "He won't be looking there," she explained.
      "That depends where they appear, doesn't it?"
      Michelle remembered back to one fearful evening when the cane
landed on the whole length of her body from the undersides of her feet to
within inches of her neck.  It took ten days for the bruises to vanish and 
she
had to remain indoors, missing school the whole of that time.
      "Please don't hit me where it shows, Ma'am. I didn't mean to lie, it
was just something that grew worse and worse and I couldn't stop it."
      "Indeed. Well you certainly won't be able to attend work tomorrow
or maybe even the next day so our dear Mr. Gordon Richards will just have
to wait, won't he?"
      "Yes, ma'am."
      "We just have a couple more things to attend to, then we can get on
with a little light strap music. Remove your nightdress my dear."
      The embarrassment about Stevie seeing her undressed had almost
departed as he could see everything through the flimsy nightdress anyway
so removing it wasn't so hard to do. At last she stood completely naked,
hands by her sides; face looking down to the floor in absolute supplication.
      "Well, Stevie, I guess this is your first naked woman, is it not?"
      "Sure is," he sniggered.
      "You can touch her but don't even try to insert your finger up her
cunt. Anything else is permitted."
      "Holy shit," he whispered just loud enough to be heard. His cock
was poking out from under his pajama top as he stood in front of his once
prude of a sister.
       "You've no idea how much I've dreamed about this, sis, but I never
thought it would ever happen," he smiled at her as one hand tentatively
cupped her breast.
      She even cringed backwards but it was no use. Her snotty nosed
brother with the total approval of her demon parents was feeling her up and
she had no say in the matter at all. It was soul destroying and cruel yet 
she
suffered the offence in silence.
      "Nice tits, sis," he smiled smugly. Then his hands began to wander
further downwards and around behind. He was so close now she could feel
his cock pressing so close to her pussy she knew there was every chance of
it slipping inside. When her father did things like that at least she was on
the Pill but since she had been given her freedom from his attentions there
was no reason to continue taking them. She wished she had, now.
      "Just be careful with that rod of yours, son. Don't want any accidents
down there," his father warned and he moved backwards enough to break
the connection. "Actually, Stevie, I'd suggest you take a taste of her 
titties
because you'll get a much closer look elsewhere a little later on."
      Stevie needed no further encouragement. He leaned downwards and
sucked a nipple in. God it was the most incredible feeling, being able to do
such sexy things to his very own sister with his parent's full permission. 
She
tasted sweet that was his first thought and her nipple was hard and much
pointier than he'd expected. He nuzzled the tip with his tongue as he gently
nipped the bullet between his teeth. Was this making her breathe faster he
wondered as he tried to swallow more of her breast? All the while his
fingers were manipulating her other breast and nipple and when she began
to moan softly he thought she was crying. But little tremors began to shoot
through her body and the streetwise yet girl-innocent boy suddenly realised
she was becoming aroused.
      "Is this really getting you off, sis?"
      Her eyes were closed and she never answered.
      "Michelle," her mother snapped.
      "Uh, yes, I think so," she whispered.
      "No shit and I'm only touching your tits," he said in wonder, looking
across at his parents for guidance.
      "Maybe that's enough for now, Stevie. You have much more to learn
before this night's out," his mother suggested.
      Reluctantly he released her captured nipple and stood away from her.
She seemed a little dazed, he thought.
      "Get onto the ottoman, naughty girl." As she lay down, her mother
added, "No, on your back."
      The cane and the strap were always laid across her back and legs,
never over her stomach and she looked puzzled as she rolled over. It was
certainly a much more humiliating position than the normal tummy down
way she'd expected. They were soon all standing beside the ottoman
looking down at her nakedness.
      "You told us you were still virginal. I hope that's true."
      "It is true, Ma'am."
      "Good because we are all going to check that out. Spread your legs,
naughty girl."
      It took some moments before the meaning of this sank in. They were
going to feel inside for her hymen and Stevie was going to get a good look
too. It was the worst moment of her life. She was a grown adult and she was
being treated more like a prisoner in a third world country, unable to 
object
to anything they cared to do.
      She parted her legs; there was no option but to obey. Her father
produced a tube of lubricant, just as she'd seen this many times before as 
he
took her rear entrance and she waited to the cold glob to hit her warm 
parts.
A brief rub to spread it along the line of her slit then her mother slipped 
a
finger inside. "I suggest you don't move at all, naughty girl. We don't want
to rupture the proof do we?"
      Michelle shook her head but remained silent. It wasn't the first time
a finger had intruded this way. Her doctor had done so several times as her
mother looked on then once she had learned the correct way to test the
barrier her parents began to check her regularly. Two years had passed
since the last time and it was just like being raped anew, more so with her
sneaky brother watching every second of that rape.
       "Hmm, I do believe you are telling the truth this time, naughty 
girl,"
her mother responded but made no effort to remove her finger. "Yes you are
still intact, I'm sure. You better test her too, Daddy. Just to make sure 
I'm
not mistaken."
      His penetration was just as humiliating, worse when he stretched her
pussy lips apart to give Stevie full view of all her secrets before slowly
pushing inside. She saw Stevie's cock was still hard and long and it was
oozing wetness that trailed down to the floor. It was sickening. Why
couldn't he clean himself up? She thought. She laid back and closed her
eyes in shame.
      Her father moved his finger in and out many times before pressing
deeper to reach her hymen. He loved to humiliate her this way, adored it in
fact. "Yes, mother, you are right, she's still a virgin, well her pussy is
anyway," he said with mirth in his voice.
      "Don't leave Stevie out, Daddy."
      "No," Michelle gasped but it was no use.
      "Two more," her mother snapped.
      "Oh," the girl moaned then remained silent.
      "These are her outer lips and these are the inner lips, her labia, 
son.
They get pretty sensitive when she's aroused but not as much as this little
pimple. See how she jumps when I touch it?"
      "Yes, she sure does, Dad. It's her clitty isn't it?"
      "So you have learned something in SexEd after all?"
      "I guess so," he sniggered.
      "Rub her here for a few minutes and she squeal like a pig in heat.
But she was banned from enjoying a climax while we were teaching her
about sex, weren't you, Mishy?"
      "Yes," in a soft whisper.
      "But I suspect she's used the last couple of years catching up. Is 
that
so, Mishy?"
      "No... I never, I mean I never had one..." She began.
      "That is a surprise, don't you think, Mother?"
      "Indeed."
      "No... I mean I had one... I had one last night. The first time."
      Both parents looked at each other and raised a smile. "How come we
never heard any noise then?" Her father asked with a smirk.
      "I... I hid my face in a pillow."
      "Oh, my, our little girl finally learnt every woman's secret; how to
get off."
      No response.
      "Mother, I think we should have a repeat of that performance, don't
you?"
      "I don't want her finding pleasure when she should be feeling
nothing but pain," Beatrice said seriously and they all heard Michelle's 
sigh
of relief. Then she continued, "But it's the perfect time for Stevie to see 
a
girl in the throes of pleasure. Yes, it is a good idea but first teach him 
how
to feel a girl up and test the status of her virginity."
      "Oh, good God, no," Michelle whimpered but made no move to
avoid the intrusion.
      With great reverence yet highly excited, Stevie lowered his finger
until he touched the wetness of her lubricated vulva then on instructions
from his father, gently inserted it. He had his finger inside a girl and she
wasn't even objecting. She was so warm down there and so wet.
      "Just be very careful, Stevie. You mustn't break her hymen, that's
saved for one special man in her life."
      "Shit, Dad, she isn't even engaged yet. How can you say that?"
      "It's the truth, it is there for one man and one man only. Now, take 
it
very easy, don't try to be smart. You should slide in to the first knuckle 
then
stop the moment you feel anything stopping you from going further. Can
you feel it yet?"
      "N... No, it's still going in," the boy replied very seriously.
      "Oh, shit, it's still going in, Dad. I haven't, have I?"
      "I think she'd be making lots of noise by now if you have, my boy.
Just be careful. And you, Mishy, you know better than to move at all, don't
you?"
      "Yes," the stricken girl whispered, her eyes tightly shut.
      "Feel it yet?"
      "Y... Yes, I think so. It's like her cunt just stopped."
      "That's it, boy. You are now touching one of the most precious
commodities a girl possesses. In some countries it is worth a million 
dollars.
Here, most give it away freely. Silly girls."
      "Just hang on there, buster," Beatrice piped in. "Remember who
received mine," she said accusingly. "I never gave mine away. You had to
earn it, boy-o."
      "Ain't that the truth," he smiled wryly.
      "What do I do now, Dad?"
      "Just slide out again. You can tickle her clit if you want to. She's
wide open just hoping for a bit of a grope, aren't you, chicken?" He
laughed, giving one of her breasts a little slap.
      Michelle remained silent as her brother began to stroke her most
secret private place. She felt like a little girl again, forced to endure a
father's intrusions on her innocence. It was just like the first time half a
lifetime ago, mother standing by as she watched her husband undress his
little girl until she was naked, breastless, hairless and weeping from the
humiliation of hands touching where hands never should. She wept again,
this little nine-year-old going on eighteen.
      "If that boy continues this task he'll flood the house out. Look at 
the
drool your dumping on my carpet, young man."
      "Oh, shit, sorry, Mum. I didn't realise," Stevie apologised, red 
faced.
It was true. There was a dark wet patch between his feet where his cock had
leaked ever since he began the internal feeling-up of his sister.
      "Don't worry, Stevie, she'll be back on the menu later," his mother
added with a smile. Then to her errant daughter, she commanded, "Over on
your stomach, girl. The time has come. Twenty plus two; I'll give you ten,
your Father the same and your truthful brother will lay the final stripes. 
For
the very first time, I'll give you the choice; strap or the cane? Quickly,
choose which one?"
      "Uhm, oh, the strap, Ma'am."
      "If I have to tie you down the penalty will double; twenty-two with
the strap and twenty-two with the cane. Just remember that."
      "Yes, Ma'am," Michelle cried softly.
      "Count them and don't miss any. Miss the count and we start from
one again. You know the rules. Legs well apart, come on let me see that
little pussy pouting." That made Stevie smile.
      She lay still, waiting. Hands clutching the edge of the ottoman above
her head, her face pressed hard against the leather.
      <Crack> She flinched and began, "One, thank you, Ma'am."
      <Crack> Stevie saw the first stroke begin to redden where it landed
right across the peak of her bottom. The second landed much further down,
halfway along her thighs. It wasn't because his mother had poor aim for she
seemed very purposeful.
      <Crack> No, the strokes were laid on accurately for the third was
straight across her back at shoulder blade height. Then he realised. They
were spread so well that the girl had no idea where the next one would fall.
      Michelle counted aloud, her voice beginning to break as the count
neared ten. By the time her mother had left a swathe of marks up and down
the girl's body and Michelle was squealing frantically after each stroke. 
She
was crying like a baby, her face moving from side to side as the burning
heat from the punishment rose more strongly with each stroke.
      <Crack> "T... Ten, than... Thank you, Ma'am," she cried and
slumped on the bench as though unconscious.
      "She's alright, son," she heard her father assure Stevie. "She's just
putting on a show. Anyone would think we've killed her but we're going to
leave that pleasure to you, son. It'll be your revenge as it were. O.K?"
      "Oh, shit yeah, Dad. Mum really gave it to her," he added with much
joy.
      "You're mother has a special way with her when it comes to
punishments. Just remember that, son, you don't ever want to get into her
bad books, you can see why now."
      Stevie nodded, his earlier arousal now like soft jelly as he thought
about being in Michelle's place.
      He watched his mother hand the strap to his father and stood
perfectly still while the man of the house measured the distance between
himself and Michelle's bottom. The strap was laid across the upturned
globes and his father with his arm held out, stood at the place where the
strap became taut.
      He then brought the strap down with a peculiar twist of his wrist just
as it connected with Michelle's bottom.
      <Crack> She screamed loudly, reaching back to clutch the burning
cheeks. "Ugh, One, Daddy," she wept.
      <Crack> Crack> Two stripes appeared simultaneously and
Michelle's bottom rose up as she tried o flex her beaten behind. "Oh, God,
please not so hard, Daddy. Uhm, Three, Daddy. Thank you very much."
      Stevie was surprised that unlike his mother, his Dad's sole target was
the girl's posterior. Very soon that portion of her anatomy had turned 
cherry
red with several cute bruises already turning into purple, long stripes over
the crimson surface.
      Michelle had given up counting now, the pain of her beating beyond
her ability to cope and she shrieked helplessly as each new cut reigned
down. Stevie, not to be outdone had begun to count in his sister's place and
reminded his father when the ten cuts had been applied.
      The injured girl slumped over the ottoman, pain and humiliation
causing great weeping sobs to rise from her lips. Stevie noticed her face 
was
wet with tears and spittle that escaped from between her lips. His cock was
as hard as it had ever been for he knew it was his turn next, even if he was
to get only two strokes in.
      As he took delivery of the length of hard leather, his cock popped
out, standing upright along his stomach. The show wasn't wasted on his
mother who smiled and whispered in her son's ear, "Just mind you don't
shoot off before it's over, young man. We don't want a mess all over the
floor. You will be given your pleasure, I promise you that, so try to calm 
that
man-sized cock of yours for the time being. It will be worth the wait, I
promise you."
      Those words were the sexiest thing he had ever listened to and he
was on the verge of shooting right there and then. Oh, God, he told himself,
hold on, you idiot. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes to take away
the sight of his naked weeping sister and finally found the urgency
subsiding.
      "When you're ready, Stevie," his father prompted after a while. The
young boy took a deep breath and eased it from his lungs, trying to relax 
the
way his football coach had instructed to get the team calm before a big
game. That worked too.
      So there she lay, naked with stripes all up and down her body, her
bottom cheeks covered in purplish bruised welts, courtesy of her father. She
was still slumped over the Ottoman, her body rising and falling with deep
sighs as she breathed her pain away.
      "As hard as you can, son. Make her pay for all the lies she has told
about you," his father encouraged and Stevie could see his father's erection
pushing his trousers into a massive tent.
      Yes this was indeed poetic justice, Stevie thought as he took a
practice swing of the strap. He was impressed with the weight of the
leather, which felt hard in his hands. He was sorry he was only allowed to
land two but intended to make sure both counted.
      <Crack> The first landed straight across both cheeks. The girl's body
shook from the unexpected shock and she squealed a mournful cry, her
hands clutching both cheeks trying to ease the pain.
      "Down," her mother warned and instantly her hands moved to her
sides. She took a deep breath waiting for the final cut to rain down. Stevie
heard the intake and smiled to himself as he purposefully delayed the 
stroke.
Just as she breathed out he landed his last, bending his back as his 
shoulder
forced the strap directly over the last cut.
      <Crack> "Ooowwww," she squealed again, in absolute agony. But
she and all of them realised her punishment was over.
      Her mother took a bottle of salve from a shelf and began to smooth it
over Michelle's badly bruised buttocks. The stricken girl cringed at first
then relaxed as she felt the stinging ease rapidly. She lay still, weeping
softly, as she calmed down, her pain but a memory now.
       "Stand up, naughty girl and face your persecutors."
      Just as before she knew what was to come. She hoped Stevie wasn't
to be included for she could think of nothing worse than what she was
going to be made to do.
      "You may thank us for teaching you how to behave in the future,
naughty girl."
      Stevie looked on with anticipation, licking his lips as he wondered
what was to come.
      Michelle in all her nakedness stood before her mother, taking both
her mother's hands and pressing the open palms against each of her breasts.
Stevie watched his mother massage both mounds and then gasped as he saw
Michelle take her mother's face in her hands and kiss her in the most
passionate way. It was one of those kisses he had seen many times on the
TV as lovers kissed and that's what the two females were doing right before
him. Mother and daughter kissed with open mouths, saliva slapping noisily
as his mother continued to massage Michelle's breasts. With a little nip of
each nipple that mage the girl flinch the kiss was finally over.
      "Thank you, Mummy, I'm very sorry I've been such a bad girl,"
Michelle said in a little girl's voice.
      It sounded so sexy to Stevie that his cock was standing at full mast
for all to see once again but he saw they took no notice.
      Soon Michelle was kissing her father in the same way, his large
hands full of her young breasts which he manipulated as he thrust his crotch
against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. It was done in such a
way that Stevie saw every detail.
      "Thank you, Daddy. I know I've been such a very bad girl," she
mimicked again.
      As they parted, Michelle stepped aside, looking anywhere but
towards her brother.
      "Stevie too, Michelle."
      The shocked look on her face was like Summer Wine to the young
boy. He was going to get the same.
      She stepped in front of him, pressing his palms over her breasts as
she lowered her face for him to kiss but he wasn't going to miss out on
anything. He pressed his erection against her naked crotch but the moment
her lips met his, he could take the excitement no longer and his cock
erupted in the most magnificent orgasm he had ever experienced.
      Then the strangest thing happened. Instead of Michelle breaking to
avoid the streams of sperm he was ejaculating, she clasped her hands
around his buttocks and held him firmly against her body. Finally the spurts
eased and he felt the trickle of semen running down each side of their
clamped bodies. Michelle held him firmly in place until his cock has ceased
its shudders then without being told to she knelt and began to lick his 
juices
into her mouth. She caught the trails that had run down his sides, with her
fingers and licked them in then sucked his softness between her lips until 
all
trace of sperm was gone. Her hands removed the streams from her own
body and these were sucked clean too.
      Stevie looked across to his mother but when no cries of shame came,
he sighed with relief.
      "Conduct your Daddy to your bedroom, Michelle," were the first
words spoken and immediately, the young girl took her father's hand and
they walked from the room.
      Stevie looked at his mother. "What... what are they going to do,
Mum?"
      "You'll find out, my boy. It will be your turn next. You'll enjoy it, 
I
promise." She smiled at her son them muzzled his hair. "Enjoy your cum?"
      Stevie blushed and nodded sheepishly.
      "Good. Probably good you did it now because it will help you to last
longer for next time."
      "Next time?"
      "Just be patient, son. This is our way of making her apologise for the
beating you nearly received because of her lies. She'll never lie to us 
again,
I'm sure of that."

Chapter Five
      Michelle closed the door after they entered.
      "Daddy...?"
      "I never thought we'd be doing this again, sweetheart. Must say I
missed it, you know."
      "I've hated it, Daddy. Please don't make me," she pleaded but her
heart wasn't in it. She knew very well she had to go through with it.
      "Your lies did cause us to almost punish Stevie, didn't they?"
      "Yes, Sir."
      "Unzip me, Michelle."
      Oh, God, it's all going to happen again.
      She knelt before him and pulled the zipper down, pushing her hand
inside and through the fly of his underpants. His cock as usual, was swollen
so much her hand could barely enclose its girth. She slipped her hand
upwards until she clasped the head and used her thumb to rub his slippery
lubrication up and down the underside, the most sensitive part of his whole
body.
      He gasped softly as she continued to stroke her thumb up and down,
her eyes looking upwards for any indication he was reaching the point of no
return. She daren't let him ejaculate in his trousers. It only happened once
and she didn't want to go through his punishment for that indiscretion, even
thought she had no idea he was about to shoot.
      "Undress me now."
      She immediately let his cock go and stood, before him, her eyes cast
down so as not to meet his. She was in her demure mode and began to
slowly undo each button of his shirt, sliding the garment off his shoulders
and down his arms. He was a very fit man and this showed in his chest
muscles. She ran her hands over the whole area, kissing his nipples several
times, her breasts stroking across him in a gesture of oneness with the man
before her.
      She knelt before him again as she removed shoes and socks then
unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them down. His underdaks were wet
from his pre-cum discharges and she laid her face against the wetness and
sucked the juices, small though they were. She pulled the last garment over
his erection and down his legs until father stood before daughter, both nude
and both knowing what was to come.
      His hands reached her breasts which he caress as a lover would,
thumbs flicking nipples erect, lips sucking them in, licking and pinching
them between hard lips. The feelings were exciting even thought the girl
was made to do such illicit things with her father.
      "He really hasn't seen you like this, has he, baby?"
      "No, never, Daddy, I promise you. All I've let his do is cup my
boobies over my dress. He's never even tried to touch me under my dress."
      "You love him, Michelle?"
      "I... I think so, Daddy."
      "What would he think if he saw you now?"
      "I... I don't know. He'd probably hate me."
      "Will you ever tell him?"
      "No, of course not," she retorted adamantly. "I couldn't, ever."
      "Good girl. Put your leg up on the bed."
      She knew exactly why and almost immediately his hand cupped her
pussy, fingers tickling her slit.
      He pressed his erection against her accessible pussy, the whole
length of her slit covered in erectile cock, the wet head pressed against 
her
crinkly hairs.
      "One day, this will be mine, won't it, baby?"
      "Yes Daddy. I know it will. You will be the first."
      "What will he say when he finds out he was beaten to the prize?"
      "I... I don't want to think about it."
      "You should tell him."
      "What? Tell him you did it?"
      "No, tell him you did it yourself by accident. He's never to know I
popped the cherry for obvious reasons."
      His mouth was wetting each of her nipples in turn as his cock
stroked lightly up and down her cunt.
      "I think I'm close enough, baby. Let's do it."
      "Yes, Daddy."
      She waited while he laid full length on her bed then she knelt over
him, knees straddling his shoulders as she leaned down to take his cock in
her mouth. At the same time she lowered her pussy over his mouth and felt
his tongue begin to lick along her parted pussy lips. Each time it met her
clit, she gave a little flinch and moaned happily as she began to stroke her
mouth up and down his erection.
      She had been quite young when she was forced to take his full length
inside, choking and gagging, clambering for breath, but now it part of her
armoury of tricks. She could hold his thick seven inches all the way in for
nearly a full minute before needing fresh air. She knew it was one of his
greatest desires every time they had sex together and knowing she had no
choice, she had taught herself to enjoy the tasks.
      "Soon baby. All the way down," he grunted and she forced his cock
deep into her throat just as the first spurt erupted. Most of his climax 
went
straight to her stomach without having to swallow but eventually she had to
come up for air and the last feeble squirts landed on her tongue.
      She held the semen until she was sure he had exhausted his load then
turned herself around and let him see the last swallow. He smiled his
acceptance as he put his arms around her and cuddled her to him.
      "Didn't take long that time, Daddy."
      "It's been a long time between drinks, baby."
      "Isn't Mum keeping you satisfied these days?"
      "Oh, it's not that. I mean it was a long time since I had your 
beautiful
lips around my pride and joy. No, your mother's keeping me very happy.
She's doing more than ever before."
      "Mum is? I thought she used me to do that for you?"
      "Oh, I'm not getting much sex from her but she's providing it in
other ways?"
      The young girl raised her head and gave him a questioning look.
      "She's got a group of her friends together and they share themselves
between each other's husbands. I get a different woman about twice a week
and some of them are quite young. She's even talking about some of their
daughters joining the group."
      "Daddy?"
      "I'm quite surprised she hasn't roped you in as well. She hasn't, has
she?"
      "God, no. How could she even think of it?"
      "You know your mother, babe. When she wants something, she
always gets it."
      "Yes," Michelle agreed as her mind raced madly at the thought of
being made to do sex with other men.
      "But I guess you like it, Daddy, having lots of women, I mean."
      "Never been better, especially the young ones."
      "How young?"
      "Well one's at least ten years younger than me. Nice set of tits too."
      "Just the way you like them," she smiled. "How did the young ones,
their daughters, agree to such a thing, anyway?"
      "I don't think any has yet. I haven't enjoyed any so far, and I'm sure
your mother would put me at the head of the list."
      "So their mothers have forced them?"
      "I don't know but I guess they wouldn't come voluntarily."
      "That's probably what Mum would do with me anyway. Belt my
poor backside until I had to give in. There's not much use opposing her
wishes, I've discovered?"
      "Maybe when it happens I'll get two together," he smirked at her
shocked look.
      "Oh, God. Please don't let Mum make me do that."
      "Can't promise but she hasn't mentioned it yet."
      They lay together cuddling each other for some time.
      "Let me get you off, love," her father finally said moving so he could
get a hand to her pussy.
      She rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide apart.
      "Yes please," she purred as his finger stroked her clit.

      After it was over and she languished in her afterglow for many
minutes, he finally moved. "You'd better get back, Mishy. Stevie's turn
next."
      "No, you don't mean that do you? I couldn't. Not with Stevie. He's a
sleazebag."
      "What fifteen year-old isn't when it comes to naked girls and sex?
But you owe him, don't you?"
      "Oh, God, this is the worst day of my life."
      "Get it done then its over."
      It was good advice.

Chapter Six
      She returned to find Stevie sitting beside his mother, his cock at 
full
erection, blatantly on show.
      "Show your brother to your bedroom, Michelle," her mother
instructed as though it were the most innocent of requests.
      "Mummy," she pleaded in her little girl's voice. "He's my brother.
It's not right."
      "Neither is telling blatant lies about him either, naughty girl. Take
him and make sure he doesn't make one complaint about your performance.
Stevie, you have my permission to ask her to do anything you want, no
matter what." Then as an afterthought, she added, "That is, except no cock
up her pussy, understand?"
      "Yes, I understand Mum. But she has to do everything else?"
      "She knows she does."
      "Oh, God," the girl sighed as she moved towards the door.
      "Hold my hand like you did for Dad," Stevie told her mischievously.
      So the siblings entered the holy of holies hand in hand.
      Michelle just stood, waiting for instructions, her eyes misted over
with humiliation.
      "Michelle, look I'm sorry in a way but you did do me wrong, didn't
you?"
      "I'm sorry," she whispered.
      "I really would like you to do things," he almost pleaded.
      She looked at him, his cock poking out on full display beneath his
pyjama top. "I never thought I'd be doing sex with you," she said
accusingly.
      "I've dreamed about it a lot, sis. Now here you are standing beside
me all naked. You really do have great tits. I loved sucking them."
      "You can if you want. You heard her. You can do anything you want
and I can't stop you."
      "But you don't want to, do you?"
      "Of course I bloody don't."
      "Good, that makes it all the more exciting," he said happily. "What
did you and Dad do together?"
      She gave a small gasp and looked up to the heavens but knew there
wasn't any hope.
      "I stroked his cock for a bit at first."
      "Then do the same to me. No better still, I want you to do exactly the
same to me as you did to Dad. Everything, Mishy, and if Dad tells me you
missed something out, I reckon that would earn you another going over,
don't you?"
      "You're a little prick, Stevie. Alright, the first thing I did I can't 
do
for you."
      "Why?"
      "Because you're not wearing pants. I unzipped his pants and pulled
his cock out and stroked it until he nearly came."
      "Then pretend I am. Do it."
      She knelt in front of her brother and took his erection in her hand.
Up close, she realised it was much smaller than her father's as she clenched
it easily before starting to jerk him off. Michelle was pretty sure her 
brother
wouldn't have the staying power her father had and very soon he grunted
and smacked her hand away.
      "Shit, Michelle, you nearly made me cum. You were trying to do
that, weren't you? Did Dad cum in his pants?"
      "No of course he didn't. He had better control than you. You're an
amateur at this, he's a pro."
      Stevie was trying to decide whether she was taking the Mickey out
of him or not.
      "Yeah, well, maybe I haven't fucked around as much as him so
you've got to make allowances. Make sure you do in future."
      "Yes, Master," she sneered, curtsying.
      "What did you do next?"
      "I stripped him naked. Do you want me to do that now?"
      "Yeah, why not?"
      It took seconds to remove the top and leave him naked before her.
She sniggered when he quickly cupped his genitals with a hand.
      "Don't get smart, sis, or I will complain. What's next?"
      "You have to feel me up for a bit, down here," she said pointing to
her open crotch as she raised one foot up on the bed.
      "Oh, shit. Man this is fantastic," he giggled as he clamped his hand
over her pussy lips and jigged it up and down.
      She stood still, unmoved by his excitement.
      "You'd better not stick a finger inside or I will tell on you," she
reminded him, reversing his earlier warning.
      "I know that. I'm not stupid."
      "If you say so."
      "You can be a real bitch, Michelle. Why don't we just forget our
arguments and we can both enjoy ourselves? If you want, I'll make you feel
nice too."
      "I wasn't told to make myself feel nice, just keep you happy."
      "I'll remember that. Now what happens next?"
      "You get sucked off."
      He looked stunned for a few seconds. "You mean... a blow job?"
      "Only if you want it."
      "Shit, do I ever. What will I do?"
      "Lay out on the bed and I'll do it. I did it until Dad came. Is that 
what
you want too?"
      "Will it be over once I cum? Will you go back to Mum then?"
      "No I stay until you're finished with me."
      "Hot damn, then suck away, sis. All the way down the gurgler," he
sniggered as he held his cock straight up in the air.
      She never knelt over him like she did to her father. Rather, she knelt
between his spread legs and took the semi-mature cock into her mouth. It
took just a few sweeps in and out and a tongue lashing and he was jerking
his way to paradise. His body stiffened, his legs shivering and his body
jerked several times before he gave a loud sigh and lay still.
      "Oh, God, they'd never believe this. That was fantastic, Mishy.
Thank you."
      "You can't tell anyone, you know that."
      "Yeah, of course I do but if I did tell anyone, they'd sure call me a
liar."
      "So they know you lie a lot, do they, your friends?"
      "Forget them. What's next?"
      "Well, Dad cuddled me and we talked for a while."
      "That doesn't sound too smart. Can't you do something else?"
      "Only what you want, Master."
      He remained silent then with a smirk, "Alright, you asked for it.
Instead of this cuddling stuff, I want you to make love to me, kissing and
loving and stroking and licking, everything you'd do with your boyfriend if
you were naked in a room together. I am the love of your life and you are
going to make out with me but you'll be doing everything, I'll just enjoy 
it."
      She looked at him for a moment then smiled.
      "Alright, my love, I'll play along but you can't be Stevie. You'll be
Gordon."
      She lay along his body on her side, pressing one breast into his side,
the other resting on his chest.
      "Hello, lover. I'm so glad we can do this at last. I do love you,
sweetheart," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "You can play with
my titties," she said, cupping his hand over the free breast.
      "Do you like them, Gordon?"
      "Oh, shit yeah," he responded expectantly.
      "Then kiss them. They are yours, my darling." She runs her hands
through his hair and kissed him directly on the mouth.
      "Would you like to fuck me, darling?"
      "What?"
      "I'd love to feel what it's like to have a cock right up inside of me.
Please fuck me, darling. I'm all yours."
      With that she reached down and cupped his roaring cock, taking it in
her hand and began to stroke it.
      "Oh, it's so hard. Please fuck me. I really need it, Gordon."
      "You... you know what Mum said. I can't."
      "But you love me, don't you. Wouldn't you like to fuck me?"
      "Of course I want to but she'd kill me. You know she would." He
half sat up looking down on his sister. "Damn you, Mishy, you're just trying
to get me into trouble, aren't you? And you'd even lose your cherry to do
it."
      Michelle looked up into his eyes and gave him a drowsy smile. "If
you did do it, I'd get killed too," she reminded him. "Not even the real
Gordon will get his chance at this," she added as she cupped her hand over
her pussy."
      "He won't? Aren't you going to marry him? I thought..."
      "Mum says it's been promised to someone special, that's all I know."
      He looked at her for a moment. "No shit? Who?"
      "Guess."
      It didn't take long for his demeanour to tell her he knew.
      "Dad?"
      "I guess so."
      "Does he know?"
      "Yes, I think he does but he's not nearly so bossy about doing sex
things as Mum is."
      "You do things with Mum too?"
      "I did until a couple of years ago. That's when I turned sixteen and
they gave me my freedom from having to please them. I think a couple of
things in the news about family incest scared them. It wasn't until they
found out I lied about what you told them; they used that excuse to make me
perform again. This time you've been brought in too."
      "Oh, shit," he bemoaned in a soft voice. "All I wanted to do was get
you into trouble. I didn't think... well, I didn't realise it would lead to 
this.
Not that I'm complaining, I suppose."
      "You've loved every minute, you bastard," she said accusingly but
she still retained the far away smile.
      "I'm a boy; of course I've loved it. Where else would I ever get a
naked girl to play with?"
      "So why don't you fuck me then?"
      He looked down at his sister and realised she was still having him
on, teasing him in the cruellest way.
      "I could fuck your tits," he suggested. "I read about it once."
      "I'll bet you did but there's no hope to poke in these babies. Sorry,
you've been reading fiction."
      "Lay on your back, Mishy and I'll show you."
      "No don't, you can't. I was just teasing."
      "You have to obey me, don't you?"
      She laid over looking up at her young brother, her hand cupping her
pussy for protection. But he straddled her chest, not her crotch. When he
dropped a large blob of spittle right into the valley between her breasts 
she
protested but he took no notice as he pressed her breasts together then let
them fall apart again.
      "You have to help, you know," he said as he held his cock along the
valley. "Now you have to squeeze your tits together. Yes just like that."
      It didn't take Michelle long to realise his intentions as he thrust
himself up and down, her breasts providing the perfect masturbation
platform.
      "Oh, shit, this is heaven," he moaned with pleasure.
      With each upward thrust his cock-head poked perilously close to her
face and she became fascinated to watch her breasts close in as he pulled
back again. His spittle gave him perfect lubrication.
      "I read about if but never realised how good this could be," he sighed
as he looked into his sister's eyes. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
      "No, it's nice actually." Michelle realised she was gradually
becoming aroused herself and wished she could reach down to stroke her
clit but her task was to keep her boobs pressed tightly together.
      "Stevie, when you come, it's going to make a mess you know."
      "That's your department babe. I make the mess, you clean it up."
      She let him continue for a few strokes more.
      "Stevie?"
      "What?" he gasped. She could see he was becoming much more
aroused now.
      "After you come and I clean it up, would you give me an orgasm? I
think I need one."
      This made him stop in mid-stroke.
      "Give you one? I wouldn't know how."
      "It's easy and you'd get to see me having it. Imagine that. I really
need to cum too, Stevie."
      It was too much for the young boy. He groaned and she felt his body
stiffen and shudder. Then a large squirt of semen shot out and splashed over
her face. It was a first for her and Stevie as well. Michelle knew better 
than
throw her brother off so she let him enjoy his climax, accepting several
shots across her face and neck, streams dribbling down each side of her
throat onto the sheet.
      "Oh, God that was fantastic, sis," he moaned as he slumped his full
weight along her body. His face touched hers and he didn't even notice as
sperm was smeared between them. She remained still for several minutes,
struggling for breath and finally had to push him over her body onto his
back. Stevie was already asleep.
      She felt an absolute mess. Sperm covered her face and hair and had
dripped onto her pillow and sheet. She left the sleeping boy and took a
quick shower, knowing that was the easiest way of ridding herself of his
seed.
      Ten minutes later when she returned, Stevie was still sound asleep,
his flaccid cock now a poor substitute of its former glory.
      She sighed, turned her pillow over and lay back on the bed, bringing
her hand to her clit and stroked herself until she erupted with her own
pleasures.
      Half an hour later she returned to the living room and reported that
Stevie had received his satisfaction.
      "Am I forgiven now, Mum?"
      "Your days are only just starting, baby," her mother said but this 
time
there was no anger or threat.
      Michelle stood naked before her mother, wondering what the
statement really meant.
      "Will I get dressed?"
      "Not just yet, sugar. Sit down and I'll make you happy. You've been
through a lot today."
      "Oh, I gave myself one just before I came out. Stevie was going to do
it for me but he's sleeping it off like a baby."
      "Want to come to my bed for a while?"
      "Yes," she agreed and they walked hand in hand. It was like earlier
days, endure their sadistic punishments then be pleasured in the most
intense ways.

Chapter Seven
      The marks on her body were so severe the following morning her
mother rang her work to say she wouldn't be able to come on for the rest of
the week on Doctors orders.
      Stevie made no reference at all to the events of yesterday but
Michelle saw his erection the moment he came to the breakfast table.
      "Stevie," her mother called as he left for school.
      "Yes, Mum?"
      "Not a word to anyone, not even your best friends, understand?"
      "Yes, Mum, I won't."
      "What Mishy faced yesterday would be a picnic compared to what
you would get if I ever heard you had."
      "I said I won't and I won't, Mum," he assured her.
      When he had gone, her mother sat beside Michelle and put an arm
around her shoulders. "Well, how do you feel, baby?"
      "I'm OK I guess. I never thought I'd have to do those things again
but now it's over. It is over, isn't it?"
      "No, not really, baby. We've both come to the conclusion that sex
with you, the way we like sex, is too good so we'll be needing you from
now on."
      "Oh, God, no. What about Gordon? I do love him, Mum. What if he
asks me... to marry him? I think he wants to, you know." There were tears
in her eyes as she pleaded for her freedom.
      "You can tell him yes if he does and you want to but we'll be making
the rules to that union. He'll have to accept them, every one, or he'll have 
to
walk away, baby. I'm sorry but you are family, you know."
      Michelle sat with her hands clasped in her lap, her head bent down
as she dropped tears over the table. It wasn't fair.
      "What will I have to tell him?"
      "I'll tell him if it finally happens, baby. You won't have to. But you
saw how much your Daddy loved having you back, didn't you?"
      "Yes, I suppose so. He was very nice to me last night, really loving
but its still incest isn't it? I could never do that if I married Gordon."
      "Yes you could. Besides there something else you'll have to learn to
do shortly."
      Dread filled the young girl's thoughts. Her mind went back to what
her father told her last night. Daughters were given to other men....
      "Please don't make me, Mummy." It was a pitiful plea that brought
tears to her eyes.
      "Don't make you do what, baby?"
      "Daddy told me... about the girls. That's what you mean I'll have to
learn, isn't it?"
      "So, he told you, did he? When?"
      "Last night as we laid together after... after he came. We talk about
things and he told me about your friends coming to give him sex and then
about some of their daughters maybe doing it too."
      "Two mothers have already volunteered their girls, Mishy. It's my
turn now. It's not so bad, really it isn't. All the men treat us well, and 
they'll
be especially gentle with the girls when they finally join us. I know the 
girls
are putting a bit of opposition but they'll give in, I've no doubt about it.
They won't want to do it at first but once they've visited a couple of times
and began to understand how wonderful sex with others is. They'll become
very content, just as you will."
      "How can you think I would let other men rape me? It's a crime. You
can't make me," she said forcefully but without much conviction.
      "Oh, Michelle, Michelle. You know very well I will make you if it
comes down to that. You know that, don't you? Just the way you've always
agreed. Why suffer hard beatings for nothing when you always do it in the
end?"
      The youngster remained silent, her face leaning over the table again,
sobbing softly.
      "You'll be the oldest, you know. The others are sixteen and
seventeen and they resented it at first but mother knows best. Mothers
always do, child, don't they?"
      "I suppose," she agreed reluctantly.
      "There's just one other thing."
      "What now?"
      "You'll need to lose your virginity. Can't go presenting yourself to
the men and not open your legs for them. You probably would get raped
then. We'll do it tonight, baby. It'll all be over very quickly."
      "Oh," she sobbed. "Does... does Dad... does Daddy know?"
      "Of course he does. He's quite excited you know."
      "I suppose. Oh, I really wanted it to be Gordon. He worships me, you
know and I don't know what he'll think when he finds out I've done it with
someone else."
      "It's always been Daddy's privilege, hasn't it?"
      Michelle nodded.
      "We can fix it so Gordon still thinks he's the one. As soon as Daddy
has finished with you, why don't you give yourself to Gordon? You'll still
be bleeding for quite a while and all you need to do is give a cry when he
pushes in and he won't know the difference."
      "Oh, God," the girl sighed, not knowing what to do.
      "Or you could just tell him sometime that it was an accident when
you were younger."
      "Whatever the way, I'd be lying, wouldn't I?"
      Just then the doorbell rang and her mother went to see who was
there.
      "Oh, Gordon, have you come to see Michelle? She's in bed; she's
feeling pretty sore you know."
      As soon as the girl heard her mother's rather loud comments she
quickly rushed to her room and got under the covers after changing into a
nightdress.
      "Michelle, you have a visitor."
      She pretended to wake from sleep and looked up. "Oh, Gordon,
you've come to see me."
      He leaned down to kiss her cheek, aware that her mother was
standing by the door watching.
      "What happened?"
      "She slipped and fell badly on her bottom. It's black and blue and
very painful. Show him, Michelle."
      Michelle looked blankly at her mother. "Come on, I'll help. Roll
over." With that, her mother eased the blankets down and lifted the nightie
just enough for Gordon to see the deep purple bruises that the strap caused
last evening.
      "Please don't tell your workers you saw that, Gordon, they might not
understand the circumstances. And it wouldn't be very nice if they knew
where she had been hurt. It's fairly embarrassing as you can see," Beatrice
explained and Gordon, his face red as beetroot, acknowledged her words.
      "No, of course I won't. But they do know I'm visiting so I'll just say
she is still very sick."
      "Good boy, I knew you'd understand. Look, you shouldn't stay too
long and tire the poor girl out but I will give five minutes together. 
Gordon,
her bottom may be off limits just now but her boobies aren't. Why don't you
caress her there? I'm sure you've already got that far, haven't you?"
      "Uhm, yes, Mrs. Jackson. Thank you." The poor boy had no idea
what to say or even do.
      "Slip your nightie off, baby. I'm sure he'll appreciate a little easy
access. Help her, Gordon."
      Michelle made hard work of removing her only garment as she
couldn't sit up in case he saw some of the strap marks that were evident up
and down her back. Gordon finally peeled it off and Michelle left just her
breasts uncovered.
      Gordon leaned down to kiss them but realised her mother was still
leaning against the door. His body shot up and he stammered, "I'm sorry...
I... I didn't..."
      "It's alright, young man, go ahead. You have my permission and I'm
sure you don't need that from Michelle. But I can't leave you alone with a
naked girl. Who knows what a young man's hormones might make him do.
We don't want our girl raped, do we?"
      "Oh, I would never..." He stammered feeling absolutely stupid.
      "She is a virgin you know. Even though she ruptured her hymen
when she was young, she's never let any man touch her down there, have
you, baby?"
      "You did?" He asked in a shocked voice.
      "I'm sorry, dear, I should have told you but it was embarrassing. I
really haven't done anything with any other man, I promise."
      "I believe you, my darling. You don't have to explain."
      "You're a good man, Gordon, but you know you have a competitor
for her affections, don't you?"
      "Mum, don't," Michelle interrupted with little effect.
      He looked first at the mother then to his beloved. "Michelle, I... I
don't understand."
      "If you decide to take her away you'll have to answer to us. You'd be
taking our only girl and we wouldn't like that, Gordon, not at all."
      "Oh," he almost laughed. "I thought..."
      "I'm being very serious, you know. We couldn't bear to lose our
darling to anyone, not permanently anyway. But we can talk about that
another time. You'd better start caressing your lady love before your time
runs out."
      He drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, not knowing what he
should do with mother watching them like a hawk.
      Michelle saved him as she took his hands and pressed them over her
breasts then pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately. There was
no stopping him now as his lips alternated between each nipple, her face
and her lips. Within seconds his breath was ragged with excitement.
      "I think that's enough, young man. Run along now. You can visit
another day. Not tonight though; she needs all the sleep she can get just
now."
      "Oh, yes, of course," he agreed standing up but desperate to hide his
erection, he sat down again trying to move his cock from the tent it was
making.
      "You're not going to kiss her goodbye?"
      "Oh, yes, yes of course. Goodbye, my darling. May I visit again
tomorrow?" He was looking at his adult-aged girlfriend but asking her
mother.
      "Tomorrow? Well, just for a few minutes would be alright but early
evening, not during the day."
      "Yes, Mrs. Jackson. Thank you. Bye, Michelle," he called from the
door as Beatrice showed him out.

      "That was cruel, Mum, to both of us. You know I love him yet you
wouldn't even give us some privacy."
      "Don't get sassy with me, young lady. If I gave you some time alone
he'd be getting an eyeful of strap marks and you wouldn't want that, would
you? Besides it was an ideal time to announce your hymen-less situation. I
thought it was quite smart, don't you? Now there's no problem when he
finally nails your pussy to the bed."
      Beatrice began undressing in front of her daughter. "Shove over,
baby. I think we both need some loving."
      As they lay in each other's arms, relaxing in the glow of their mutual
orgasms, Beatrice thought it was time to explain some things.
      "All the girls enjoy being members of the Garden Bed Girls, Mishy,"
she began.
      "The Garden Bed Girls? What's that? Have you gone into gardening,
Mum? I never thought..."
      "Well, a garden bed is where you plant seeds, granted? So why not
call our little group The Garden Bed Girls where the men sow their own
seed. It's a nice innocent name so that only the members know the true
meaning. Smart, don't you think?"
      "I'll bet you thought that one up."
      "Yep and it's the reason I've been voted President."
      "Oh, impressive but I still don't want to let men fuck me all the 
time.
It's indecent."
      "It will no different for the other two young ones once they start.
Both mothers will have to wield the big stick before they agree but once
they begin doing the rounds, they'll soon learn that sex is addictive. The
mothers keep pleading with me to give them more assignments."
      "So they'll be forced into whoredom too, just like me?"
      "You're not whores, my dear; no money changes hands after each
visit. Sometimes we get a small gift but it's all done for the pleasure of 
both
sexes."
      "So you've fucked all the men?"
      "Oh, many times. That's one of our problems; we're all so keen we
wear the poor bastards out. Six women and girls taking on four men doesn't
work all that well but we have no intention of asking any of the sons to 
join.
It has to be husbands and wives together with any daughters the mothers
wish to initiate into the little clan. So even allowing for several days off
each month for their monthlies, there's never enough hard cocks to go
around."
      "It's so hard to imagine visiting men every so often and just letting
them have their way. It's gross."
      "It's not always men, baby. Sometimes it's just for the ladies
pleasure. We're all getting excited at the thought of teaching the young 
ones
about girl sex. We girls, the wives, all enjoy those times best but we're
never allowed to refuse visits to the menfolk."
      "How come I've never seen any come here?"
      "Oh, they do. You've been at work most of the time. That's the
beauty of having your father operating his own business from home. He
takes off just a couple of hours for his own enjoyment then back to work.

Chapter Eight
      "Go and take a long hot bath, Mishy," her mother directed once
dinner was over.
      "What's going on?" Stevie queried.
      "Nothing that concerns you, son," His father shot at him, daring the
boy to follow up. "In fact, you're banished to your room for the rest of the
night, Stevie. You can watch TV or use your computer in your room."
      Now the boy knew something definitely was going on. "But Dad, I
was going out with the guys tonight."
      "Then check with Bennie and stay over at his place. I'm sure his
parents will agree." He may be missing out on something here but at least
he and Bennie can sneak over and spy on Sally next door. He'll never forget
the peek her got of her in her underwear last time they tried that little 
stunt.
      "Sure, Dad. I'll telephone him now."

      Michelle found a new nightdress spread across her bed. It was
beautiful. The neckline was cut very low but at least it wasn't see-through
and the silky feel on her skin was marvellous. With the garment she found a
pair of panties in the same fabric, both pure white. She hurried through her
shower and carried out a full set of ablutions even to the extent of washing
and drying her long golden hair and painting her nails a gentle pink to
match the lite lipstick she wore.
      Her instructions were to wear the panties but not to put the
nightdress on until she was called so there would be no creases.
      "You can come, now, Michelle," she heard her mother call.
      One last look in the mirror to assure herself that she was indeed
presentable to the man who was about to break the only thing she could give
to no-one else.
      They were both nude, her mother gently stroking her father's long
erection.
      "Oh," the young girl gasped as she felt the blush spread across her
face and breasts.
      "You've seen him like this before, darling. There's no need to be
embarrassed."
      Embarrassed wasn't the word she would have used. Terrified,
frightened, feint-hearted; all these would have been more appropriate.
      Her father took hold of her two hands and stood back to survey his
child bride. "Oh, darling, you are so beautiful. You always were but
tonight... there's a glow. You're not pregnant, are you?" He asked with a
cheeky grin.
      "You know I'm not," she retorted softly.
      He hugged her to him, his cock poking into her stomach and she
knew there would be a wet spot but who cared about that right now?
      "You're my new wife," he whispered, looking over the girl's head
towards Beatrice. She encouraged him with a wink. "And new wives have
something to offer their new husbands, don't they, baby?"
      "Y   yes, Daddy... I mean my husband." At least she could play
along with this charade.
      He looked into her face and smiled. She reciprocated and they kissed
softly, wetly, his tongue fighting between her teeth for entrance. Then he
lifted her up so her face was level with his and they kissed passionately, 
as
newlyweds tend to do.
      He lifted her under her knees and laid her on the bed, sitting beside
her as his hand slipped under the neck of her nightdress and began
massaging each breast in turn.
      "Such beautiful mounds you have, Mishy. When you were running
around with your chest as flat as mine, I often wondered if I would ever
catch a glimpse of these once you grew up. Now here I am feeling them
with your permission even. And I'm about to fuck you," he smiled as he
pecked her on the lips.
      "I never knew I would ever be letting anyone do this, ever," she
responded. "If anyone saw us now, we'd all be railroaded from the whole
town, wouldn't we? It's so unreal having my own father feeling me up like
this."
      "And your mother looking on with complete approval," Beatrice
added. She was standing beside the bed, the digital video whirring away in
her hands. She clicked the pause button and said, "Take your daddy's cock
and kiss it then suck it in as deep as you can, baby. "We want the record to
show you are doing this of your own free will. And make sure we can see
you are enjoying yourself as you do it."
      She actually was enjoying it, she thought so it wasn't any need to
fake it this time. Maybe later when he was thrusting she might feel
differently.
      As he stroked her nipples under the gown, she sucked his erection in
and out, occasionally glancing towards the camera and smiling. What a
whore I am, she thought.
      Her daddy slipped the shoulder straps down to expose both breasts,
leaning down to take each one in turn between his lips. Two faces were
close together, his pressed against her breasts; hers, below his chest 
sucking
cock.
      Eventually he whispered, "I think you should ease off, now, darling.
I don't want to come before the big event." As she let the manhood slip
from her lips, she nipped the tip between her lips to remove the trickle of
lubrication.
      She laid back, naked breasts glistening with spittle and waited for 
his
next move. The item of the evening was coming closer for her father slid
along the bed and lifted the nightgown up her legs until it was bunched
across her stomach. She could feel the cool air on her legs.
      He parted them slightly then leaned over and pressed his lips against
her panty-covered vagina, breathing in her womanly scents. Her muskness
aroused him all the more. Then he slipped the panties downwards, nudging
her hips so he could slide the soft garment beneath them. She was surprised
that his next move was to raise her legs upwards, ninety degrees to her body
and he placed the panties directly under her crotch.
      "It's to catch the proof, darling. We'll keep this precious memento
for the rest of our lives."
      "Why," she asked with surprise.
      "In the old country, where my granddaddy came from, the blood
from a virgin's deflowering was always taken as proof of her purity."
      "Huh, I don't think I'm so pure," Michelle retorted. "Not that any of
it was by my choice, of course," she added a little sarcastically.
      "It has to happen sometime, baby," her father smiled back,
overlooking her comment.
      Then he looked directly into the camera lens and stated, "Here
beginneth the deflowering of our young virgin, Miss Michelle Jackson, by
the man she has chosen for the privilege, her loved and loving father,
Warren."
      With that, her father knelt up between her legs, spreading them
wider, pressing the heels towards her bottom. He leaned over and kissed her
vagina reverently, then for the benefit of the camera, poked his tongue out
and lowered it against the partly open slit.
      For several minutes, he lathed every crevice, leaving glistening 
trails
of saliva, forcing his tongue inside then up and down the sharp petals and
over her clitoris. His thumbs opened her vagina to show the coral pink flesh
inside. Her body quivered with anticipation, not of the deflowering but of
the thrills he was producing between her legs.
      With his mouth still maintaining contact he took hold of a tube of
lubrication the lay hidden and he began to spread liberal amounts of the
clear gel over every surface then along the full length of his cock.
      At last, he leaned over her body, his arms pressed into the bed each
side of her breasts to hold his weight as he kissed her gently on the lips.
      "I'll be as gentle as I can, darling, but you are allowed to cry out 
if
you need to."
      That was her cue to reach up and hold his shoulders, her eyes
glistening with a flood of tears, tears of emotion, of love, maybe.
      He had no need to steer his cock, it was as though it had its own
homing device, for the moment he lowered his hips, the head touched her
opening. His eyes were on hers throughout the moments this took.
      She felt the first entry. It didn't hurt at all, she thought but it 
was still
a strange feeling. He pressed further then stopped. They both felt the
meeting of the barrier together. He, by the fact his way was barred; she,
from the pressure his cock was exserting. She felt much fuller already but
there was still no pain at all.
      Maybe it won't hurt after all, she foolishly told herself. But her 
mind
soon changed as he pressed harder.
      "Oof," she gasped and he eased back immediately.
      "Did I hurt you, baby?"
      "Just a bit, I guess." She could feel sweat forming on her forehead.
      "I'll try to do it slowly. I don't want to hurt you."
      "Ugh, oh, God, that hurt a bit."
      "Ooh, oow," she complained and tried to shift from beneath him. She
couldn't of course.
      "Sorry, baby, but I have to do it."
      She felt him press harder and it hurt all the worse. "Oh, God, oh,
God," she cried out as the biting force grew worse by the second.
      She felt the next shove that seemed to push her whole body up the
bed. "Stop. Stop, Daddy. Oh, you're hurting. No," she squealed as he
pressed harder. Was this blasted tissue ever going to give way?
      "Stop, please, Daddy I can't stand it. Aarrrhh," she gasped as he
pulled back and thrust hard and fast against barrier. And then he was laying
right along her body, giggling to himself as his face rested on her breasts.
      It was a different feeling this time. Painful yet nothing like before.
And she felt as though she was so full, she needed to go to the toilet.
      Then she knew it was all over. His cock was all the way inside her.
She was no longer a virgin. She was a woman.
      Her arms went around his neck; her heels rose up and pressed
against his buttocks and she smiled into his face as she kissed him like a
lover.
      "We did it, darling girl. Did I hurt you very much?"
      "What bit didn't you understand when I said `stop'?"
      "Sorry, it was my duty never to give up."
      "It means I can fuck Gordon now," she whispered shrewdly.
      "Only when we say you can."
      "Spoil sports."
      "I think I should get a fee every time you open your legs for that
boy," he stated. "I reckon I'd become a millionaire."
      "And here I was thinking you were going to ask for a tit for tat fuck
every time. Besides, if you got paid that'd mean you were my pimp and that
would make me a whore."
      "It would still make me a millionaire - I'd sell the movie. Anyway,
the tit for tat bit's already written into the rules."
      "Yeah, you wish. The way Mum tells it, the girls are wearing you
guys out. You can't get it up these days."
      "Oh, she's sorting that out, didn't you know. She's got two young
girls being added to the flock, very young girls. One is so young..."
      "And I'm one of them, is that right?"
      "Yep, spot on. But then I can fuck you any time I want, can't I?"
      "During my periods too, I suppose?" That thought made her giggle.
      "Oh, you might be very surprised. I hear one of us guys likes that so
much you girls don't even get time off these days."
      "Yuk. What a mess."
      "Speaking of messes, I still have a need, sweetheart. I need to
conclude your deflowering."
      "I... I thought you already did."
      "It's only over when the cock's not hard any more, get it?"
      "So you want to soil your sweet daughter's pussy, is that it."
      "I'll try not to hurt too much but you'll still be tender inside. 
Sorry
but it is my right."
      "All men are sadistic bastards."
      "You've got a lot to learn yet, young lady. Now give me some room,
I have a young lady to pleasure. The rules say I'm not allowed to cum until
you do so for God's sake, get yourself excited, O.K.?"
      "Yes, my rapist."
      She felt him move and flinched when the bite grabbed her. Out then
in, each time the torn membrane stung her but she clenched her teeth and
endured. Soon there were other feelings, nice, lovely feelings as though he
were tickling her clit. The more he moved the less the bite, the greater the
sweetness.
      "Oh, God, don't stop," she moaned. It's wonderful, Daddy. I never
knew..."
      "I told you it was worth it," he said between grunts.
      She could feel electric sparks shooting inside, little pinpricks that
sent bigger shivers up and down her back making her teeth itch for want of
more.
      She cocooned him within her heels and arms, restricting his
movements so that only the thrusting hips gained any freedom but that was
all either of them needed.
      Her own pleasures grew to the extent she was no longer able to
remain silent the silent partner in the operation. Her throat gurgled with
pleasure and little moans grew louder, all captured on the video in her
mother's hands.
      "It's nice," she whispered in his ear as she raised herself up then 
fell
backwards again. "Oh, oh," she sang in unison with his thrusts, all thought
of the earlier pain lost within the pleasure that was filling her being.
      Her father grunted and moaned with each sortie deep inside her
sheath.
      For the young girl beneath, doubts she had carried since she was old
enough to know what sex was about had all disappeared as her mind swam
in an ocean of pleasures; pleasures that grew with every thrust.
      And then her mind exploded. The joys her hand gave her, the
sensations her mother had given her after many of her beatings over the
years, all these became insignificant as she finally experienced the 
ultimate
orgasm, from that of a grown man's cock beating rhythmically inside her
secret passage.
      "Aaarrrhhhh," she gasped, the muscles of her body flexed and the
stars erupted in every crevice of her being. It was her own miracle and she
wanted it to never stop.
      As her father felt his child's climax, the knowledge was all that was
needed to bring him to the edge and push him over. His rutting grew in line
with the guttural sounds that rose from his throat and he spilled his man-
seed deep inside his girl's passage.
      It was Michelle who forced the movements to continue, her own
crotch thrusting against his as semen filled and over flowed until at last 
both
participants slowed and finally ceased all movement.
      He still held himself above her, not wishing to press his body weight
against her but the effort became too much and he finally had to slide onto
his side, knowing his cock had slipped from the non-virgin sheath.
      "Now you're a woman," he said with a giggle and a sigh.
      She lay in her original position, knees still bent and wide-spread as
she felt his seed draining over her bottom crease onto the covers. She was
aware her mother had moved to the foot of the bed and a glance proved her
privates were being closely videoed. It was something she couldn't have
cared less about right now for her thoughts were only for the man at her
side; the man who had changed her from a girlhood virgin to a woman.
      "It was wonderful, Daddy. Thank you," she whispered as her hand
stroked his sweaty brow and cheek. "I love you. I love you," She could feel
the tears well up and spill down her cheeks as she leaned her face to his 
and
kissed him lovingly on the lips.
      "No, my dear, it's me who needs to say those words," he responded
as his hand fell across one of her breasts and giggled it with satisfaction.
      "Michelle," her mother said softly.
      She looked across, thinking her image was going to be captured once
again but the camera had vanished and her mother was kneeling beside the
bed.
      "It was the most moving scene I'd ever seen, darling.
Congratulations, you're a woman now." There followed several minutes of
hugging and kissing before the older woman said it was time to remove the
evidence.
      "Evidence?"
      "Raise your bottom, darling," Beatrice said and lifted the blood
stained panties from beneath her daughter. The deep red stain, mixed with
Warren's sperm was large and even scary to the young one.
      "Oh, it's so big. I must have lost a lot of blood. Am I alright?"
      "I'd say, just about perfect," her mother smiled reassuringly. "We'll
dry this off and then have it framed... for posterity."
      "What, framed? You don't mean you're going to..."
      "It's only for you, darling, unless you do want to display it, of 
course.
It'd make quite a conversation piece over your bed, I guess."
      "Like hell," the young woman declared, still staring at the result of
her womanhood.
      "Here, put this on," her mother said, handing a sanitary pad over.
Then you'd better slip some panties on. No need for any more mess."
      With that, Beatrice pulled the covers over the lovers then stripped
her clothes away and slid beneath the covers, joining the other two.
      "You don't seem so upset now, darling," her mother told her.
      "Didn't have a choice yet I have to say I'm glad it happened. I knew
for a long time you would make sure it was Dad who did the deed. It wasn't
a nice thought, incest and all that, while I was growing up but now I'm
happy it was him. Thank you, Daddy. You were wonderful. It seems you've
had plenty of practice at deflowering young virgins," Michelle told her
father.
      "You're only the second one, sweetie. Just your mother and you but
it was nice to get a second chance now I've sort of had plenty of practice.
Hadn't a clue the first time round."
      "He says that now but I thought he was a champion when he took my
cherry," her mother laughed as she reached across and patted the soft cock
beneath the covers.
      "So I guess I can let Gordon do it now," Michelle said but she knew
it was really a question.
      "He might be your boyfriend but we're you're parents, Mishy. Only
we give permission and you don't do anything with that boy without having
our permission, do you understand?"
      "But I'm a woman now and an adult. I can make my own decisions."
      "You might be both, my dear but when it comes to sex, you do what
we say and that is the end of it. However, you can let him, baby; tomorrow
night. In fact it's a demand that you do and here's how you're going to do
it.

Chapter Nine
      Michelle couldn't believe that despite their loving ways after this,
her big moment, nothing had changed. Like a little girl she had agreed to
everything her mother told her and wept silently for her beautiful Gordon
who was about to be drawn into her mother's web of intrigue just as she
was enmeshed herself.

      The next day Beatrice opened the door, as soon as the bell rang. In
fact she had been watching the path to make sure she startled the young
man as soon as his finger pressed the button.
      "Well, it's Mr. Richards, again. And what to what do we owe this
pleasure?" She asked piously.
      "I... I... Hello, M... Mrs Jackson," the young man stammered. "I...
I've come to visit Michelle... if that's alright."
      "You visited only 2 days ago."
      "Yes... but I lo... I mean, I... we... at work, we're all concerned at
her illness. May I see her, please," he asked wringing his hands.
      "She's still in bed. I'm not sure it's proper that a young man should
be visiting a young single lady in her bedroom, do you?"
      "We're... we're friends, Mrs Jackson. We have been..."
      "Oh, indeed you are, or maybe I should say, were friends. I have
heard about your midnight liaison the other night. I'm not sure you are the
right influence for such an impressionable girl."
      The poor man was moving from foot to foot, a sickly smile, his eyes
darting from her face to somewhere in the room and back again.
      "I... I didn't mean anything... I mean, nothing happened. We'd just
been to the cinema and I walked her home, nothing else."
      "So you're a liar too. You were seen, Mr. Richards. You were seen
in the bushes in my front garden... with my innocent girl and your
hands..." Beatrice's eyes bored into his skull just as much as a pistol shot.
      Gordon gulped and turned pale.
      "I... I promise nothing did happen. Please, I do like your daughter's
company. We are very good friends. I would never do anything... anything
to hurt her."
      "Hmmpf," she puffed. "Well you may visit for fifteen minutes but
there's to be no touching. Do you understand?"
      "Yes... yes, of course I do. Thank you." Again the sickly smile
surfaced as he followed her to Michelle's room.
      "Mishy, you have a visitor. Be careful, I do not trust this man."
      "Oh, Gordon, you did come. Oh, it's so good to see you," Michelle
said excitedly, holding her hand out towards him. Just as he was about to
take it, he looked around to see Beatrice still standing in the doorway and
quickly withdrew it to his pocket.
      "Uh, yes, it's good to see you again, Mich... ah, Miss Jackson."
      "What?" Michelle asked with surprise.
      "I'll leave you two alone. Just heed my words, young man."
      Whilst still conscious of the stripes across the whole breadth of her
back and thighs, Michelle took his hand and pulled it under the covers to
clasp it to her breast. He felt the nakedness immediately and his cock rose.
      "Oh," he gasped. "That's beautiful. Like last time... I mean with no
clothes on. But your mother..."
      "Forget her, she has things to do, she won't bother us. Close the
door. Quickly."
      He was back in a shot and slipped his hand under the covers to claim
her softness once again.
      "Does it feel nice?" She asked slyly.
      "It's beautiful, Michelle."
      "I've got noting on at all. When I heard you talking to Mum I took
my nightdress off. Quick, take your clothes off and join me. We can do it. I
really want you to do it with me, Gordon. I've dreamed about it for days,
ever since... well you know what we did in the garden. If I'd stayed a
minute longer you would have done it then, wouldn't you?"
      "I... I can't. Not here. Michelle. What if we were caught?"
      "Oh, don't be silly, I really want you to. Look," she said and lifted
the blankets to show her nude form, making sure her back was completely
covered from his view.
      "Oh, my God," he gasped as he looked at her completely nude for the
very first time. "Oh, I hope we don't..."
      "Hurry," she whispered, giggling as she pulled him closer. "I can't
get pregnant, I'm on the Pill.  I have been ever since we started going out.
Please show me what it feels like to make love all the way, Gordon."
      Nothing could stop him now and his clothes were ripped away in a
thrice.
      "Oh, Gordon, this feels wonderful," she crooned as she ran her
hands up and down his body, closing in on his rampant cock.
      "You are ready? It's so hard?"
      "Y... yes, I think so." For a man making ready to have sex for the
first time, he had much to learn, especially about excitement when one's
cock is being rubbed by a soft loving hand the way Michelle doing it now.
      "Stop," he called out. "Oh, God, please stop or I'll..."
      "What the hell's going on in here?" The woman's voice boomed
across the room as she threw the door wide open.
      Gordon had jumped straight up, throwing the covers off them both,
his cock rampant and wet as spurts of semen were spewed across the room.
      "You filthy animal. Leave you alone for a second and you're raping
her. Get out. Get out now or I'll have the police on you."
      "Oh," Gordon gasped, grappling for his clothes, missing all but his
trousers. He made for the door then realised what he left and turned to
collect the rest.
      "Out, you rapist," Beatrice roared as she picked up a vase and began
to hurl it at the stricken man.
      "No, I wasn't... oh, please listen..."
      "Out."
      As he got to the front door he stopped and turned around, holding the
trousers against his front.
      "Mrs Jackson, please listen. We are in love. I love her and she loves
me."
      Beatrice stopped in mid step then walked towards him slowly,
defying him to say another word.
      "In all my years," she stated angrily. "In all my years I have never...,
never seen anything so blatantly abusive as your conduct tonight, and in the
bed of a sick woman at that. I need time to calm myself before I decide what
to do about you, mister. I'll expect you on my doorstep at eight o'clock
sharp tomorrow evening with your explanation. I may decide to return the
rest of your clothes then. Is that understood?"
      It took Gordon several seconds to realise he still had a chance and he
nodded furiously as he stepped backwards and naked, ran into the shadows
before he managed to pull his trousers on. Then he had to work out how to
bypass the crowds and his mother's roving eye once he returned home.

      Beatrice returned to the scene of the crime.
      "Mum, you promised we could have some time together. You
promised but instead you made me look stupid," the unhappy girl cried in
frustration.
      "I rather think he was the one who looked stupid, my dear. I've never
seen a man spray his seed to the wind like that before."
      "You frightened him."
      "Of course I did and I'll frightened him a damn sight more when he
comes crawling back tomorrow night. I don't know what you see in him,
Mishy."
      "I love him, Mum. He's gentle and kind..."
      "And one great big wimp."
      "No," she defended her beau forcefully. "He's not a wimp at all.
Can't a man be caring and loving without being a wimp? He treats me like a
lady which is more than you do," she accused her mother forcefully then
realising what she had said, gasped and apologised.
      "Well we'll see tomorrow. Do you think he'll ask you to marry him
anytime soon?"
      "Marry? Oh, I hadn't thought... I've dreamed that he will."
      "Oh, is that so? And how will you explain your need to visit so many
friends on you own once you tie the knot?"
      "Visit...? What do you mean?" The girl asked as she realised there
were still worse things in store for her.
      "The Garden Bed Girls, of course. There are men out there whom
you're promised to young lady and you'll carry out your end of the bargain
for as long as I say you will. Besides, there's Dad and Stevie to please.
When will you ever get time to spread your legs for a husband?"
      The stricken girl looked at her mother in horror. "You... you can't
mean that, Mum. You wouldn't stop me getting married, would you? Please
say you're joking."
      "This isn't a joke, young lady. I've promised you will join our little
group and you will. You'll be needed at least two nights a week for a couple
of hours and probably once a month for a whole weekend. Then Dad will
need you and heaven know how often young Stevie will need a plaything. I
mean, I can help him out sometimes but he doesn't need an old woman's
thighs; he'll expect your nice firm body and he'll get it, won't he?"
      By now Michelle was driven to distraction, her world disintegrating
around her with every word her cruel mother uttered. She slumped over the
bed, the wet semen stains not even noticed as she cried her eyes out in
frustrated hopelessness.
      Beatrice left her crying, giving her time to sort these new 
revelations
in her own mind.
      Later, thee young woman walked in and stood before her mother.
      "I hate you, Mum. I hate the way you're treating me and I hate the
way you're treating Gordon. It's not fair," she stated vehemently.
      "Would you care to have your stripes freshened, baby?"
      "What are you going to say to Gordon?"
      "Oh, you'll be present so you'll hear it first hand. When he arrives,
you'll say nothing and you'll do nothing. You will stand still and listen 
and
you will do whatever I tell you. You never know, you might even like it this
time."
      "Tell me now."
      "No, my dearest, not until tomorrow evening, providing he actually
fronts up."
      "He'll be here," she responded confidently.

      The door was left ajar and despite his knock, no-one answered.
      "Hello, is anyone home? Mrs Jackson, are you there? Hello."
      "Come," the voice that made him quaver, demanded.
      The face peered around the door and he shuffled into the room,
looking and feeling the least confident he could ever remember.
      "Oh, hello, Michelle," he smiled sheepishly. He saw the love of his
life standing still, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped in front of her. 
She
was wearing some sort of thin nightdress he thought.
      "I see you've dressed yourself," Beatrice stated in a severe voice.
That brought on a deep blush of embarrassment.
      "I'm terrible sorry about last night, Mrs Jackson. I'm..."
      "All your sorry about is the fact that you were caught trying to rape
our virgin daughter. That's nearer the truth, isn't it?"
      "No... oh, no, it really wasn't..."
      "Young man you were naked under the covers of my daughter's bed
and your excuse for a penis was so erect you couldn't even hold off
ejaculating. It was pitiful, mister. Pitiful."
      "I have no way of explaining, I know. All I can do is to say I..."
      "Be quiet. There's another matter. I found his in your wallet. What is
it?"
      Gordon could say nothing. His throat had constricted to such an
extent he could hardly draw breath.
      "Well?"
      "It... it's a... a condom," he stammered.
      "Indeed it is and I ask myself why the man who is squiring my own
daughter and supposedly professing his love and devotion towards her,
would carry such a thing as this. Explain yourself."
      There was deathly silence and Michelle began to weep silently but
both Gordon and her mother could see her distress. Beatrice made no move
to comfort the girl.
      Gordon had no answer and rubbed his hands together as though he
was washing them.
      "You carried it in the off chance you got the opportunity to rape her,
didn't you?"
      "N... no I..."
      "So why didn't you have it on when you tried to do just that last
night, eh? Tell me, rapist."
      The longer the conversation went the deeper the hole Gordon found
himself falling into.
      "You have no answer do you?"
      The young man could only shake his head. Then he lifted his face
and looked her straight in the eyes.
      "I'm dreadfully sorry about everything that's happened, Mrs Jackson.
The fact is, I love your daughter, I have for several months and I think she
loves me. I want to..."
      "Just what are your intentions towards my daughter, Mr. Richards?"
      "My intentions? I don't understand what you mean, Mrs Jackson."
      "What do you expect of her? Is she just a bit of fluff with a vagina
you can masturbate inside then thrown her away or do you have more evil
plans? Don't start shaking your head, Mister, I know what you men want.
You want to use her for your own filthy purposes then discard her like a
dirty rag once you've had your thrills. I have a husband young man and I
know what men do to innocent young girls so stop that head shaking and
tell me what you intend to do with our daughter. Now," she growled so loud
Gordon actually jumped in fright.
      "I love Michelle, Mrs Jackson. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her, I
promise I wouldn't."
      "You say that now but get her alone and I know it your cock is thrust
down her throat and ready to pour your slime. I know what you want boy so
stop telling lies."
      "No... no, that's totally uncalled for," the young man rebuked her,
his courage somehow returning for once in his life. "I love her and hope to
one day ask her to marry me," he added with a nod of forcefulness.
      "Oh, Gordon, I love...," Michelle gasped with a smile of glee.
      "Are you asking her right now? Are you?" Beatrice demanded with a
dare in her eyes.
      "Now? Well I hadn't planned to but she's the only girl I've ever
loved the way I love her so yes, I am." He walked to his beloved's side, 
took
her hand and began. "Michelle, you know I love you and I think you love
me too. Would you make me the happiest man and say you will marry me?
Please?"
      "Oh, Gordon, yes, yes, yes," she cried for joy and kissed him
squarely on the lips in front of her mother.
      "You both better understand that she is our daughter and we will be
placing several conditions on giving our permission."
      "Conditions? What do you mean, Mrs Jackson?"
      "Firstly, you will live in the unit behind our house for Michelle 
still
has family commitments to meet several times a week. You know what I
mean, don't you, Mishy?"
      "Mum, you can't..."
      "I can and you know you will agree, don't you?"
      The stricken girl knew only too well what her cruel mother meant.
      "What does she mean, Michelle?" Gordon asked, having no idea
what was going on.
      "It's not your concern, boy, neither now or after your marriage...
even if we give our permission for that, of course."
      "But she would be my wife then."
      "And she will always be our daughter and daughters have a duty to
their parents as well, don't they, Mishy?"
      "You can't mean it, Mum, not once we're married. Please, Mummy,
don't say we can't get married."
      "Of course you can, as soon as you wish but only with conditions,
baby. Now stop being obstinate. Either you want to marry him or you don't.
What's it to be, eh? Fulfil your daughterly duties and marry the man you
seem to love or say goodbye to Gordon right now?"
      "Mum, I..."
      "What do you call her `daughterly duties', Mrs Jackson?" Gordon
asked, feeling there was something going on her didn't understand.
      "They will never be any of your business, Gordon, it is family
business and nothing to do with you. I suggest you too, accept the fact that
she is still our daughter and we will have her with us at various times 
during
each week. Accept them now, Gordon or you can turn your back on the girl
you love and forget her."
      "Gordon," Michelle whimpered, her eyes pleading for him to accept
her mother's demands.
      "Do you agree, Michelle? If you do, then so will I."
      "Yes, I have to, Gordon. They are my family and it is their ways. It
won't stop me loving you, I promise."
      "In that case, I have to agree too, Mrs. Jackson."
      "Good, well you can leave now for Michelle has matters to attend to
over the next two days. Don't come back or anywhere near our house for
the next three days, then we'll talk about your marriage. Understood?"
      "Yes, Ma'am," he agreed unhappily. He took Michelle in his arms
and kissed her lovingly. "In three days then, my darling."
      "And don't forget your clothes either," Beatrice snapped, pointing to
the bundle beside him.
      As he was leaving he heard Michelle ask her mother what was
happening for the next two days. It was only a brief snippet about Uncle
Clarence visiting and Michelle's pitiful cry. But he wasn't sure whether it
was a cry of happiness or fear. Maybe he would find out when he returned
in three days.

Chapter Ten
      "Mum, please don't make me let him touch me. You know what he
does. Aunt Sarah too. They're cruel and filthy."
      "But they're family, Mishy. They love coming here because of you,
you know that."
      "I hate them, Mum, what they want to do to me. It isn't fair. I'm
eighteen now."
      "Listen here, you selfish little bitch, they bring just as much to 
please
your father, don't they. You know how Winnie hates what Dad does to her
but she agrees because she's family."
      "She agrees because they make her, you know that, Mum."
      "Just like you."
      "Yes," Michelle grudgingly admitted.
      "Now get upstairs and make yourself presentable. I want some loving
from you before the boys get home. Make it snappy."

      Michelle kneeled between her mother's thighs, her lips pressed
against the widely spread pussy as she nudged her mother's clit with her
hard pressed tongue.
      "Yess, baby, that's nice. More like that. Make me cum baby. You
know what I like don't you?"
      Michelle grunted her response as she lathed the wet slit with her
tongue and fingers, two of which were pressed deeply inside her mother's
vagina. It was the quickest way to bring her mother off, fucking her with 
her
fingers while her tongue took care of the sensitive clit.
      "Turn around, baby. Let Mamma give you some nice feelings too."
      It wasn't that often her mother gave her any pleasure at all, it was
usually all one way. Get her mother off then get pushed aside while her
mother slept. This was special for her mother knew exactly how to make her
arousal grow better than any man did, well, much better than her brother
anyway.
      They moved into the sixty-nine position, Michelle on top, her
mother's lips clinging to her pussy like a vacuum cleaner. Then the young
girl began to feel the movements of her mother's tongue. It was nice, no
matter how disgusting it seemed, for her mother knew just the right things
to do to make her climax rise inside her the way it was happening now.
      With tongue flicking between the depths of her pussy and her rock
hard clit, one hand tickled her bottom hole, pretending to press deep inside
but never quite achieving it while the other hand cupped one of her breasts,
massaging it gently, even lovingly.
      As Michelle was taking her pleasures, she too continued to please
her mother with fingers and tongue lathing the wide-spread gash of the
older woman. No matter how badly she is treated by her cruel mother, there
were times like this when all the past wrongs were completely forgotten as
she urged her own climax to grow.
      "Mmppf," Michelle gasped when her mother pressed the pad of her
thumb hard against the girl's clit and wriggled it back and forth until her
orgasm quickly overflowed and the intense feelings swamped her body and
her mind. She knew better than to stop what she was doing to her mother
which was the hardest thing as the waves of lust rolled across her loins. 
But
the lust urged her on and soon she felt the shudders rise in her mother's
loins as she too experienced woman's greatest pleasure.
      "Oh, God," Michelle gasped eventually as she slumped on top of her
mother, her cheek wet from the flow of lubrication from her mother's pussy.
      She gasped and sighed for several minutes until her mother moved,
giving Michelle the signal to climb off her body.
      "Your father is waiting, Mishy. Give him a good fuck, baby."
      The voice didn't sound callous but in the young girl's mind it was
most a degrading and callous demand. No time to relish her aftershocks, no
rest, just go and give her body to the next needy party.
      "Mum, please don't make..."
      "And then you'll spend the rest of the night in Stevie's bed. You'll
do whatever he wants, no matter what, is that understood?"
      "N...," she began hotly but caught herself in time. There was no
fight left in her. She walked from the room naked, her female juices
dribbling between her legs. At least she'd be wet for her father to dip 
into.

Chapter Eleven
      She was rocking gently back and forth, kneeling over her father's
prone thighs, his cock so deep she was sure it must be pressing inside her
womb because the pressure was greater than she'd ever experienced. It
didn't hurt so much but she could feel something deep inside being forced
to open.
      "Just take it easy, sweetheart. We have plenty of time and I adore the
way you're making love to me. We've never been as loving before, have
we?" As he spoke, a happy smile on his face, he stroked her breasts and ran
his hands up and down her sides.
      Just like with her mother, he was doing everything to make her enjoy
the experience as well. It was never like this. He usually mastered her,
making her do things she didn't like, hurting her when she strayed from
what he wanted but today it was different.
      "Press your clit against my bone each time you press downward,
baby. Give yourself some pleasure too. You can cum whenever you like. I'll
hold off until you enjoy yourself too, baby."
      She looked down at her daddy and leaned over so she could press a
breast to his lips. It was her way of saying `thank you' for being kind and
gentle.
      "Do you like fucking, baby?" he asked, genuinely interested.
      "I...," she started to respond and found herself blushing furiously.
"Yes, it is nice when we do it this way, Daddy. It's just..."
      "Just what, baby? Tell me."
      "Well, having sex with my own father; my whole family, I guess. It's
incest. I know it's not right, Daddy. What would I do if Gordon ever found
out? Or someone else?"
      "If you don't tell him, how will he find out?"
      She hesitated then went on. "But he's my fianc�e, Daddy and I'm
cheating on him."
      "You have no choice, do you, sweetheart? What your Mamma says
goes and that's the truth. That's what you really hate, isn't it? You hate
being made to do sexual things and take her punishments."
      "Of course I do, why wouldn't I hate all of that? Now she wants me
to have sex with other men too. It's not fair."
      "Nothing's fair, baby, and I'm afraid that's just the way it is. 
Frankly,
I love having you to give me pleasure so I won't object, will I?"
      It was something that suddenly hit home. All the things that she was
made to do, sex with both parents and her snotty nosed brother, being
beaten in cruel ways, the threat of being made to visit other men's homes.
All of this was due to one person, her mother, a woman who held absolute
sway over the whole household and over Gordon too.
      In the midst of all of this reality another certainty hit her. The 
tickle
in her pussy began to grow deeper by the second and she knew her climax
was imminent.
      "Huh," she gasped softly.
      "Rub yourself, darling. Bring it on," her father encouraged as he
tweaked each nipple in time with her thrusts. "Enjoy your pleasure, baby."
      "Uh, uh, ahhh," she gasped as she threw her head back and allowed
her body to rejoice in the incredible sensations that were shooting through
her mind. The thrusting ceased yet her father's erection remained encased
deep inside of her as her shuddering grew then slowly subsided.
      "Oh, God," she whispered as the final shivers passed and her mind
returned somewhat back to normal.
      "Would you like me to do the rest, darling?"
      "What?" His words seemed like an echo that her still addled mind
hadn't understood.
      "Roll over and let me finish."
      "Oh, no, I'll do it. Give me a few moments then I'll do it. Thank you,
Daddy. You've been wonderful. It felt... well, it was a good one, this time."
      "I'm glad for you, baby."
      She began to thrust her vulva deeply over his cock, filling her as he
never had before. Even the beginnings of that tingle were returning to her
for a second time as she concentrated on her task, to give her father the
climax he desired. It didn't take long.
      Soon she felt his thrusts join with hers as he neared his pleasure.
      "Cum inside me, Daddy," she encouraged. "Enjoy it."
      Enjoy it he did. His face turned a darker shade of red, his breathing
rose from normal to fast, to grunts to a final gasp as she felt his erection
pulse then wash her insides with his sperm. She continued her movements,
slower but still purposeful until she could see it was all over.
      "God that was a good one, baby," he sighed as he stroked her face
and hair, with paternal love.
      "It's a good thing I'm back on the Pill," she mused, looking down
into his face.
      "Indeed," he agreed gently patting her bruised backside.
      "I have to sleep with Stevie for the rest of the night, Daddy. I'd 
better
go," she told him as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "I enjoyed
myself tonight too," she assured him. It was one of those rare moments
when two people had completed their lovemaking and were both drowsing
in the aftermath.
      "Don't go yet, sweetheart. Lay in my arms for a while."
      "I'll give you a wet spot, a big one, I think, if I don't get rid of 
this
load," she reminded him. With that she pulled herself off his now deflating
member and clamped her hand over her filled vulva, making for his
bathroom in that strange squatting lope that all women encounter when they
need to discharge their man's load after sex.
      She returned fresh and sweet and laid her nakedness against him, her
face nuzzling into his neck. It was bliss.

Chapter Twelve
      "Who's that," the voice called as she opened his door.
      "Me, of course," Michelle responded, in a voice that let him know
she wasn't happy with having to make this visit.
      "Oh, shit, are you staying the night?"
      "You know bloody well I am, you little creep."
      "Don't be so snooty, Sis. Anybody would think I was going to rape
you or somethin'."
      "What else do you call it then? It's against my will so it's rape,"
Michelle spat back, still in the dark.
      "Now Sis, you'd better apologise for that right now. You know very
well you agreed to come else you wouldn't be here, would you? Am I
forcing you?" Michelle could hear the lilt of happiness in his voice, 
teasing,
sarcastic.
      "Alright, let's get on with it. What do you want?"
      "What are you offering?"
      "Damn it all, Stevie, it's bad enough as it is, let's not play games."
      "I've got you all night, haven't I?"
      "Yess," she hissed. "Look can you turn the light on? I hate it in the
dark like this."
      "Are you naked?"
      "No, of course I'm not."
      "Then when you are, tell me and I'll switch it on."
      "Shit," she whispered with exasperation but blushed when Stevie
laughed at her remark.
      "Alright, I'm naked so now you can look." Get it over as quick as she
can, she had decided; anything to stop the supercilious remarks from the
little shit.
      "Nice sight, Mish," he sighed as he looked his naked sister over.
"Now I'll tell you what you're going to do. Come here beside me and
listen."
      Michelle gasped as the evil mind of her brother filled her own mi9nd
with dread.
      "You can't mean that, Stevie. It's filthy."
      "You can start with my toes, baby, whenever you're ready," the boy
cooed as he laid back on the bed.
      It took just moments for Michelle to know she had no choice so she
lowered her tongue between his toes and began to lick his boy-sweat away.
It took her well over an hour to bathe his whole body, every crevice, even 
to
the extent of deep inside his ears, his nose and mouth, and worst of all, as
deep as she could into his rectum. No word was spoken between them and
when the taste became so bad she felt herself becoming nauseous, she had
to force herself to finish the task completely. Worse was to come for once
she sat back on her haunches, the evilness of her brother rose even further.
      "I need to take a piss, sis."
       "So, go and take it."
      "No, I'm not moving, not when I have a portable toilet sitting right
beside me. Come on down you go and make sure you don't spill a drop on
my bed."
      "What?" She knew what he meant but she couldn't believe his
intentions.
      "I'm about to let go, sis, you'd better hurry."
      "Oh, shit, you miserable bastard," she screeched as her lips clamped
over his soft cock. Almost immediately the stream splashed against the back
of her mouth and she began to swallow quickly. The bitter taste remained as
his urine continued to fill her cheeks. How long will this last, she 
thought,
frightened that she might gag and spill his effluent everywhere.
      Finally the flow eased until he managed just a few dribbles.
      "Suck me dry, baby. I'm sure there's still a bit to come."
      But as she did so, she could feel his penis growing into a full blown
erection and she didn't need to ask what was next on the agenda. He must
have been really worked up during the bath her tongue gave him and now
she was about to receive the result of her ministrations. The giggle turned 
to
a gurgle then a deep grunt as he discharged his sperm into her mouth. At
least she could hold it all without fear of this overflowing.  His favourite
was always a blow-job an she held him in her mouth until he relaxed then in
one final gesture, she leaned down beside him, opening her mouth to show
him what she was holding, then swallowed, letting him see it had all gone.
      Then she fled to the bathroom to clean herself up and wash all the
residues away. When she returned he was sound asleep. She slipped naked
under the covers beside him, and thought of what was to come tomorrow.
Even the filth of what Stevie made her do was nothing to what she expected
when Uncle Clarrie and Aunt Sarah arrived tomorrow. It took her a long
while to drift off to sleep.

      Stevie awoke to find Michelle had left his bed sometime earlier. He
was upset because he was looking forward to another great blow-job before
he got up but it wasn't to be. He would make sure Michelle suffered for
that. Then he heard the doorbell ring and a great scurrying from others in
the house.
      He crept out onto the landing just as the door opened and the
booming voice of his uncle boomed out.
      The adults were hugging each other as though they hadn't seen each
other for twenty years and Stevie was quite impressed at the kiss his father
was giving Aunt Sarah. It lingered on and on as though there were about to
fuck each other, the boy thought.
      Uncle Clarrie, was squeezing his mother's bum cheeks like no
brother-in-law should yet his Dad made no effort to stop him.
      Michelle was standing quite still, her face bowed as though
embarrassed at the scene before her. Stevie noticed she was dressed all in
pink. A pink silk blouse that showed every curve of her breasts and a short
pink skirt that flared out from her hips. She had pink sockettes and pink
runners. It reminded Stevie of something out of Alice in wonderland but his
attention was soon taken when his cousin showed herself from behind
Uncle Clarrie.
      Cousin Winifred was a year or so older than Stevie but this was the
first time the boy had really taken notice. This time the gangly girl had
grown tits and hips and a face that was the essence of innocence. Strangely,
she too wore almost identical clothing as his sister. The pink was slightly
brighter but still little-girl candy-pink and she too seemed ill at ease,
embarrassed at the grown-ups antics, Stevie thought.
      Then Stevie gasped as Uncle Clarrie finally noticed Michelle
standing behind her mother.
      "Well, well, well," he crowed as he grasped Michelle in his arms and
gave her a kiss straight on the lips, his mouth open wide and Stevie could
only guess a tongue being pressed deeply into his sister. Michelle tried to
break away but Clarrie wasn't having any.
      "My God, girl what great tits you've grown," he drooled as a large
hand clasped one of her breasts and mauled it for several seconds. "Oh,
baby you're so sweet I could fuck you right here on the floor. He, he, want
to try?"
      "Nooo," Michelle wailed as she finally separated herself from his
mauling.
      "Mishy, behave yourself. He is your uncle, you know. Now you be
friendly, go on. If he wants to get a feel you let him," her mother warned,
her eyes darting fiercely at her.
      The girl let her arms fall to her side and she stood waiting for the
inevitable groping.
      "Oh, shit, she's a beauty, Beattie," he drooled, his hands slipping
under the very loose blouse. Stevie could see the hands cup both breasts
squeezing each one several times. "God I can hardly wait. Winifred, go and
kiss your uncle and you be nice too, understand?"
      As Uncle Clarrie continued his feeling up of Michelle's mammaries,
Winifred stood before Warren, accepting a more than uncle-like kiss. It was
obvious she wanted nothing of the acts she was enduring but she made no
effort to back away. Soon, Warren had his hands under the girl's blouse and
was feeling her up in the same way Michelle was being handled.
      Both mothers looked on, a smile of satisfaction on their faces as they
watched their husbands molest the two girls in the most intimate ways.
      "I think you boys better take your playthings upstairs," Beatrice
finally declared and the men needed no further urging.
      Stevie fled back to his bedroom to dress, hoping he was going to be
drawn into what seemed like debauchery on a massive scale. His cock was
rock hard and he needed some of the action.
      As he walked downstairs his mother called him into the lounge.
      "Stevie, give your Aunt Sarah a nice welcome kiss."
      Shit, he thought, she's an ugly cow but he dared not disobey. To the
boy's dismay he was pulled down onto her knees and she open-mouth
kissed him, spit dribbling into his mouth as her tongue twirled around. Not
even his mother had done things like that. By the time it was over his cock
was rock hard and he wondered if he was going to be raped.
      "My, my, you have grown into a big boy since I saw you last, Stevie,
love. Oh, yes a big boy indeed," she added as her hand cupped his raging
hardon through his pants.
      He was on the verge and pulled back, desperate not to make a mess
of himself in front of the two women.
      "Aunt, I..." He gasped and found himself trembling from the
emotion of it all. The last time they had visited he was just a boy and he 
was
left quite alone.
      "Are you going to be a good boy and show me how much you've
grown, Stevie?" His aunt asked, her fingers still trailing over his 
erection.
      "Show you? I don't ..."
      "I'm so sorry sis, that we haven't produced a boy to give you
pleasure," his aunt said casually as her eyes were fixed on the bulge in his
pants. But then I'm sure you've made good use of this one when you need
to."
      "Ha, yes, he does have his uses," his mother agreed, smiling at her
son at his embarrassment. "I'm afraid he likes his sister's attentions a 
little
more than mine but he pleases me, don't you, baby?"
      Stevie had no idea what to say or where to look. This was a whole
new ballgame.
      "Well, Stevie, are you?"
      "What?" the boy gulped.
      "Are you going to be a good boy for your Aunt Sarah?" she pressed
him.
      "Er, I guess so."
      "Then undo that belt and drop your pants, my dear. Let me see just
how big you really are."
      A thousand things zoomed through his mind. Embarrassment for he
could feel the heat in his face and knew he was blushing furiously.
Desperation for his cock was so close to exploding. Anticipation for the
thought of having her stroke his nakedness was now seeping through his
brain. Doubt at doing something like this in front of his mother. But in the
end he sighed and with his eyes facing downwards, he did just as he was
told. His cock springing to attention the moment it was released.
      "Oh, yes, most impressive, Stevie. But you mustn't come yet though.
Make sure you don't, young man, understand?" This was in a much firmer
voice, like his mother when she said something she really meant.
      "Do you like fucking, Stevie?"
      "Y... yes, I guess."
      "Would you like to fuck me, Stevie?"
      "I...," he began and glanced towards his mother. Her smile showed
she was enjoying his discomfort. She gave him the slightest nod.
      "Yes," he admitted eventually, his face burning red.
      "And I suppose you'd like to try out your Cousin as well?"
      "Oh, shit," he whispered, loud enough for both women to hear. They
both tittered at his discomfort.
      "I'm sure you would. Well, you can, later. But first if you want to
show me what a good little fucker you are, you have to please me first. Will
you do that, Stevie?"
      "Please you? I suppose so," he stated not knowing what she really
meant.
      "Good boy, I knew you would. Well, what you need to do is slip my
panties off and lick my pussy clean, Stevie. Once you've done that, I want
you to make love to it with your mouth and hands until you give me a nice
orgasm. Can you do that, Stevie?"
      "N... now? Here?"
      "Yes, I really need it, baby," his aunt crooned as she pulled him to
his knees between her thighs. "Go on, you can start now."

Chapter Thirteen
      Michelle's day didn't start as easy as that.
      As both men made their way upstairs, their arm around each of their
young partners, Michelle felt her Uncle's hand clasp her bottom cheek and
squeeze it hard.
      "Please, it hurts, Uncle," she complained but she knew that was
exactly what he wanted to hear. From previous visits she had learned that
his greatest pleasure was in extracting gasps of pain as he played his 
little
sadistic games with her. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be
beaten harshly sometime during the day and maybe several times. She
always bore stripes and bruises after his visits, even before she had become
a teenager.
      "It pleases me, you know that, pumpkin," he smiled as he gave her a
harder squeeze. "We'll go to your parent's room, where the sound doesn't
escape. Oh, we're going to have lots of fun and you are going to enjoy
yourself, aren't you, pumpkin?"
      All she could do was nod.
      "Good girl, I knew you'd agree. I'll bet you got excited when you
knew we were coming. I have, I tell you and when I got a feel of these
babies," he said taking a breast in his large hand and mauling her, "Well,
you just know I've been drooling about you, don't you?"
      "Yes, sir."
      By now her father had disappeared into Michelle's room with
Winifred leaving Michelle to bear her uncle's cruelty alone.
      When he closed and locked the door, placing the key in his pocket,
he just stood in the middle of the room, staring at her. "Turn around,
pumpkin, slowly. Let me get a good look at how big you've grown."
      Hie eyes leered as she did so and she kept her gaze to the floor. 
After
she had made several circles he opened the bag he always carried with him
on his visits. The camera was much more modern than the one he used last
time and he took no time in being ready.
      "You know what I want you to do, remember?"
      "Yes," she sighed.
      "A little slower then you can begin."
      Just like the last few visits, she continued to pirouette slowly on 
the
spot, each time removing one more piece of clothing, first her blouse then
the little pink skirt. Each shoe was removed as she had her back to him,
leaning down so her bottom was facing the camera. Then each sock as she
faced the camera, lifting her foot upwards which spread her thighs to show
the pantied crotch more openly. Now only two more items remained. She
unclipped her bra as her back was to the camera then removed it as she
turned to face him. She was fairly sure his hands trembled when he looked
over her naked breasts for the first time.
      Two more twirls, once cupping her breasts, the second time holding
them upwards for the camera. Then with her back to him she slipped her
panties down and as she faced him, stepped out of them and presented
herself stark naked for his enjoyment.
      The last time he'd seen her like his she was barely a teenager and her
breasts and in even her feminine figure, were still immature. This time she
was a grown woman. She saw the tent in his trousers but that was quite
expected. He always had a hardon when he was with her, more so this time
because she knew he had permission to do whatever he wanted. When she
was thirteen and still a virgin, his molestations were severely curtailed.
      No word was spoken and now he began to come closer, the lens
focusing on individual parts; her face first then her eyes, lips, nose and 
ears
then downwards to breasts then individual breasts then nipples and so on.
Her vagina was hairless as it always was these days so he had a clear view,
especially when he indicated for her to spread her feet wide apart. She
hoped there were no juices flowing from her pussy but forced herself not to
look.
      "Nice stuff, pumpkin. Yep, you're a real cock tease now. I'll bet your
Dad makes good use of your treasures?"
      She didn't answer and felt a hard slap on her bottom.
      "I asked you a question, girl. Don't disappoint me again."
      "Y... yes, he does," she admitted and felt the blush spreading across
her face.
      "You never refuse him, girl?"
      "No, sir, never."
      "And you won't refuse me anything either, will you?"
      "No, Uncle, you know I won't."
      "I suppose young Stevie gets a feel now and again?"
      "He... He's allowed to do that, yes."
      "Who fucks the best, him or your daddy?"
      It was absolutely soul-destroying, these intimate questions but she
had no choice. To refuse would only mean pain, lots of hard pain and
afterwards she'd have to answer him anyway. "Daddy makes me cum most
times. Stevie doesn't ever."
      "Too interested in his own cock, is he?"
      "Yes, I guess so."
      "I'll bet you like girl sex with your mother though?"
      "Yes, it is nice."
      "I'll watch that sometime while we're here," he smiled his leering
smile then added, "Yep, watch you girls at work then fuck you both. Ah, I
love these family gatherings, don `t you?"
      Of course she didn't but she dare not say that.
      "Yes, Uncle."
      "Now before we get started, I want you on your back on the bed with
your legs spread wide, very wide, understand."
      She conformed and on his instructions began to masturbate for the
camera. How could she give herself an orgasm while he watched? She was
told in no uncertain terms that it had to be a genuine climax, not a faked 
one
and she had to finish herself off quickly. It was just impossible.
      With her eyes closed to show off her pleasures, she began to stroke
herself and to her horror felt the juices begin to flow almost immediately, 
all
this, in front of his filthy camera. She wasn't even sure that the images
would remain his secret, in fact they probably wouldn't be. How many
people would get to see this over the next few years? Maybe he'd even post
it to some site on the internet and she had no control whatsoever.
      So, her fingers stroked her pussy lips and her clit and she heard the
squishy sounds of her juices, that same sound being caught by the camera
no doubt.
      "Oh," she moaned, genuinely surprised at finding herself nearing a
real climax.
      "Oh, God, it's happening," she moaned softly, not for the camera's
sake but from the bliss that was roaring through her brain as the orgasm
rose then overflowed.
      "Aaaahh," she groaned as fireworks crackled in her ears and her
mind. "Oh, I did it," she finally whispered to herself. She wasn't sure
whether she had spoken those words or they were something her body
actually told her.
      She lay still, her head slumped to one side, a glow of enjoyment
pushing any thought of what the sadist beside he might do next. But it
wasn't to last. She kept her knees wide apart for to close them to his gaze
would mean harsh punishment, and the reverie soon left her as his hand
clamped over one breast and squeezed tightly.
      "Ouch," she cried out in pain, trying to pull away which was useless.
      "Convince me that was a real orgasm, girl," he hissed, his lips beside
her ear.
      "It was, Uncle, I promise it was. See how wet I am down there," she
pleaded, widening her knees to give him closer inspection.
      Several fingers were inserted and twisted around inside her pussy.
"Ah, yes, you're wet alright. So you did have a proper cum, didn't you?"
      "Yes," she agreed, hoping his hand would release her sore breast.
      "So, what's best, your hand or your daddy's cock, eh?" By now his
hand was roaming all over and into her pussy, his other hand grasping one
of hers and rubbing it against his hard erection. There was nothing unusual
about that; it was something he always did at the beginning of his
incestuous molestations, even when she was a young child. The very first
time she had been no more than eight years old when he made her play with
his cock and was taught how to pleasure him with her small hands until he
squirted his white stuff all over her naked body. The shock of the
experience would remain in her mind forever, she thought at the time and
she had never been allowed to forget ever since for her duties always
included a long tiring hand job before he used her in whatever way he chose
afterwards.
      She didn't have to be told. Her fingers unzipped his fly and removed
his trousers and shorts to release the beast within. It was red and wet, his
juices already weeping down his penis as her hand took hold and she began
her slow masturbation.
      "Well, which one?"
      "What?"
      "I asked you a question, I want an answer."
      Her mind hadn't taken it in. "I'm sorry, Uncle, I don't think..."
      He took one of her nipples between his thumb and finger and
squashed it.
      "Eeeiiiyyy," she squealed as the hurt reached her brain. "Oh, God,
that hurt," she gasped. "I'm sorry, Uncle, I don't remember what you asked.
I'm really sorry."
      "Then you'd better wake up. I don't like repeating myself, do I?"
      "No, sir," she whimpered as his fingers finally released her bruised
teat.
      "Let's play a little game, shall we?"
      His `little games' always meant pain to her.
      "Open your legs again." She obeyed immediately and closed her eyes
as his hand zeroed in on her pussy again. "We've never played this game
before but I know you'll love it. It's a sort of challenge, you see. Now I'm
going take hold of just a small piece of your pussy, this bit," he added as 
he
pinched her clitoris between thumb and forefinger.
      "Ouch," she gasped. No-one had ever squeezed this sensitive organ
like this before and the shock of the pain was great.
      "Oh, dear, we can't have that, young lady," he warned. "No, no, you
mustn't make a sound see. You must remain absolutely quiet all the time.
Understand?"
      She nodded her head several times, her teeth clenched tightly to stop
herself from crying out.
      "Yes, that's better," he smirked as she opened her eyes. "You never
know, you might get to like this. Maybe you'll be lucky and have an
orgasm; it is your clitoris after all. Now let's hear the rest of the rules. 
While
I play with your clitty," he told her giving it an extra pinch which brought
tears to her eyes, "You have to stroke my cock and make me cum.
Understand?"
      Several quick nods as she took hold of his erection. "Good girl, I
thought you'd like this game. Now what you have to do is make me cum in
the next ten minutes, that's plenty of time, isn't it? At the same time you 
are
not allowed to make even one sound. If you fail in either one of these 
rules,
you lose. If you do remain silent and you make me ejaculate, you win. Want
to know what you win?"
      All the time he was slowly spelling out his instructions he was
pinching her clit most cruelly, causing painful signals to shoot to her 
brain
so much that her ability to concentrate on what she was supposed to do was
destroyed. But she had endured much pain before from not only her uncle
and aunt but both parents as well. She had learned to set the signals aside
which reduced her discomfort enough to do what she needed to. She
nodded her wish to learn what she would win if she succeeded.
      "If you are successful, my dear, you will not receive any of the
twenty five strokes of my cane that you will earn if you fail. Twenty five
strokes in the presence of your whole family; twenty five strokes that will
mark you for several weeks, I'm sure. Twenty five strokes that will give me
great delight and earn you immense pain. Ah, see how my cock has risen at
the thought?"
      Indeed his erection had become even harder which augured well for
her own needs she thought as her hand began to stroke up and down his
pole.
      "Ready to go, I see. Well your time starts now," he said looking at
his watch.
      Instantly he pinched harder and twirled her small sex nub back and
forth between his thumb and forefinger. It took all of her willpower to put
the pain aside, to think of just one thing, the stroking of his hardness.
      She could use just one hand, the other holding herself up because of
the way he had placed her on the bed when he took hold of her clit.
      She felt the wetness begin to ooze from his cock, a sure sign she was
at least getting him aroused. She closed her eyes to help her concentrate 
and
began to rub the palm of her hand over his cock-head with each upward
stroke. His juices became a river and soon the whole of his cock was
slippery wet but she refrained from moving her hand too fast.
      Every now and then without warning he brought his fingernails
together at the very tip of her clit so tightly that she thought he would 
nip it
off. The pain was bad but with clenched teeth her resolve remained.
      Was that a gasp he just gave? She thought with excitement. How
much longer do I have? Oh, God, please make him shoot his stuff. Please
make him.
      Then she was sure. He gave a loud gasp and at the same time
pinched her cruelly. It must be the sign, she told herself. With that she
decided now was the moment. She quickly pulled down hard on the skin of
his penis, making his glans bulge and turn absolutely shiny. It was one
special way she made her father cum when she needed to and Uncle Clarrie
was no exception.
      With one heavy gasp he released her burning clit and laid back on
the bed, his cock gushing several long streams of sperm up and over both of
them. Michelle made no effort to protect either herself or him from the
eruptions. Her task had been successful and anything else was meaningless.
Her emotions were overwhelming and she fell half over her torturer and
began to weep from sheer happiness.
      They lay together for many minutes, neither making a sound. Her
own weeping ceased, his relief evident as he held her to him in what she
thought must have been his way of thanking her for the pleasure.

Chapter Fourteen
      In the next room, Winifred found solace in her Uncle's arms. There
was no hurting, no beating that she endured when her father decided he
needed to use her body.
      As soon as the door closed, he kissed her gently and assured her by
promising they would be doing things that made them both happy. Warren
was quite aware of the way she was treated in her own home by both her
mother and father and he wanted her to understand he planned nothing of
the sort.
      He lovingly undressed her and she blushed furiously. It had been
several years since she had stood before him naked, then she was a young
girl, now she was a teenager, almost a fully grown woman with all the
inhibitions a young girl of fifteen had about her body and sex in general.
      "There is no doubt you are a different girl these days, baby. You look
beautiful," he praised her as he held her arms out to get a full view of her
nakedness. "Nice tits, by the way," he added as he stroked one then the
other.
      "I... I'm embarrassed," she admitted shyly, lowering her face,
knowing full well it would endear him towards her even more.
      "Good," he smiled.  "I like innocence, it's rather charming. Now,
would you like me to kiss you all over?"
      "Yes," she whispered, and allowed him to lower her onto the bed.
His fingers stroked, his lips kissed her lightly and he finally could not 
hold
out any longer and took her face between his hands and gave her a deep
lingering kiss. "Oh, my God, you know how to kiss back, don't you?" He
smiled as they broke apart.
      "Uhm, I guess so. Mum... Mum taught me how to kiss. She does it
to me all the time and I have to kiss her back. If I don't do it right I get
punished."
      "Is she as bad as your father? Does she hurt you, child?"
      "She does things to embarrass me. I think that's even worse that
what Dad does. At least when he rapes me it's all over quickly but Mum...
well she makes me do things in front of her friends and lets them touch me.
It makes me feel so terrible afterwards."
      His hands were stroking her breasts as he laid beside her, his lips
near her ear and he asked his questions in a whisper, laying still as she
answered.
      "Do you get raped often, Winifred?"
      "I... I don't think Dad even has sex with Mum. He just uses me, all
three places, you know," she added as she glanced into his eyes.
      "Oh, I can imagine. We don't have to have sex if you don't want to.
Maybe we can just make each other feel nice with our hands?"
      "No, please do it to me, Uncle Warren. You make it nice, not gross
like Dad."
      "Does he make you go to his friends? Other men?"
      "No. Well, he hasn't yet anyway but he does threaten to do that if I
don't let him do whatever he wants."
      "Want to tell me about the worst things, Winifred? Sometimes it
helps to talk to someone, you know."
      She remained silent for a long moment then he heard a sigh. "It's not
easy to tell even you but I think you're right. He uses my bottom mostly but
never uses anything so he'll slip in easily. I know he does it on purpose 
just
to hurt me. I'm usually bleeding by the time he's finished and if he does it
that way several times I hurts for days afterwards. But I don't have any
choice. Both Mum and Dad never stop each other no matter what they do to
me."
      "I take it you are on the Pill?"
      "Oh, yes, I'd get pregnant no doubt about it if I wasn't."
      While one hand continued to stroke her nipples, his other hand
strayed downwards and she actually opened her legs for his access. She was
already wet, quite wet in fact, he thought.
      "Tell me about your mother's treatment, my dear. At least she
doesn't rape you."
      "Yes she does, more out of spite than anything. Maybe it's because
Dad wants me instead of her. She has this rubber... you know, a cock she
wears. She uses it just like Dad uses his cock. At least she uses cr�me so 
it
doesn't hurt like Dad."
      "Does it still hurt though?"
      "No, I guess not. It's just the fact that I have to let her do 
whatever
she wants. It's degrading."
      "Well, I guess Michelle feels just like that too. She has no way of
saying no and she cries sometimes but she knows she has to obey."
       She remained silent for several minutes and Warren never pressed
her to go on, just kept his gentle stroking of her nipple and clit.
      "I've wondered if all girls have to do things like this for their 
parents.
I mean I do and so does Michelle."
      "And what conclusion did you reach?"
      "Well... I know Dad gets his kicks from making me suffer and Mum
does too. All her girlfriends use my body is various ways. I suppose that's
just what girls have to do. It's strange though for our teachers and the
Minister says touching young girls is wrong and the papers say the same
thing. Is it just that in families, people do it but don't talk about it?"
      "That's the way our family works, Winifred. Just think what it would
be like when you get married if you never learned about the things men
want of their wives. When you marry, you will be able to accommodate
anything your new husband demands because you have been taught
everything. It all makes sense to me."
      "Did Aunt Beatrice have to do the same things when she was a girl?"
      "She certainly knew how to please me right from the start and there
was no other way she could have learnt all the things I wanted her to do for
me."
      She remained silent for another length of time. "I guess it's what
girls have to learn then."
      "It is, Winifred, even though it makes you feel terrible sometimes,
it's all a learning experience to use when you become a wife. Do you know
in some countries, men even demand that girls lose all their sexual feelings
so they have no desires to let other men have sex with them, only their
husbands."
      "What does that mean?"
      "When they are still children, just before they mature, they have 
their
pussy lips and clitoris cut off. All that's left is a gaping vagina. At 
least we
in this country don't damage our females like that, do we?"
      "You mean, they can't feel pleasure the way you are giving to me
now?"
      "None at all. They receive no feeling at all, no pleasure, when a man
pushes his cock inside her."
      "That would be terrible," she sighed.
      "Want me to keep pleasuring you?"
      "Yes, please."
      "Want to cum?"
      "Yes, please."
      "Now?"
      "Yes, please," she responded with a giggle.
      "Then enjoy it, my dear." He began to wiggle a fingertip over her
hardened clit, pushing firmer against her pubic bone. He could feel her
juices begin to flow more profusely and heard her little moans of
contentment.
      "Ready?"
      "Yesss," she hissed as the sensations began to build quickly.
      So he gave her the pleasure she seemed to rarely experience.
      "Ugh, aaarrrhh," she groaned as blinding sensations drove her over
the edge and she shuddered her way through one of the most intense
climaxes she could remember.
      "Oh, oh, oh," she gasped deeply as her mind finally took its fill of
pleasure and left her with that afterglow feeling of wonder. She felt her
uncle's arms encircle her as his hard penis pressed against her bottom.
      "Nice?" He asked once her breathing had returned to somewhere
near normal.
      "Thank you, Uncle Warren," she smiled as she twisted herself
around to face him. "That was ... well, it was the best... it was wonderful,"
and she placed a kiss on his nose.
      "It's my pleasure, sweetheart."
      "But you haven't had your pleasure yet. Let me give you..."
      "You don't have to, Winifred. I enjoy holding you more than you
could imagine."
      "No, please, let me... let me give you the same."
      "I don't have a clitoris."
      She sniggered. "Maybe not, but I can feel that thing that's still
digging into me. Would you like me to suck you?"
      "You don't have to, really."
      "But... I'd love to do it for you, Uncle. Please say yes."
      "Oh, well, who and I to dispute a young lady's wishes. Go on, then,
I'll be a martyr."
      "Some martyr. I promise I won't cause your death," she giggled and
she slid down between his widespread knees. "Men, well Dad anyway, he
loves me to do it only this way. He says my tongue gives him the best
feelings this way."
      "Who I can't dispute that?" He sighed and laid back, closing his
eyes.
      Her hands rested on his sides as she took his penis between her lips
and lathed the underside with her tongue. She moved her hands up and
down his body, across his nipples, never pinching then, just stroking his
chest. Occasionally she swept a hand over his stomach in an arc just above
his pubic hairs and each time his arousal rose higher. She sucked and
lathed, using her lips like a hand as she plunged and withdrew, taking
delight in the moans and groans she produced. It wouldn't be long, she told
herself. In fact the very first time her fingers brushed over the hairs of 
his
balls he ejaculated.
      "Oh, damn that's good you little houri," he gasped as the spurts
continued.
      Her hand gave his balls another couple of strokes and it was all over.
      His breathing slowed, the shudders subsiding and her movements
ceased. She stretched her face up towards his and saw the look of bliss all
men seem to get after the big event. A few seconds to compose himself then
she let his softness slip from her lips and crawled up along his body, 
giving
a little muffled giggle as she kissed his lips, causing his eyes to open.
      As he did so she opened her mouth to show his discharge still inside
then made an exaggerated swallow and opened again to show it all
disappeared.
      "All gone," she giggled and laid her face against his. "I think this 
is
the nicest sex I've ever had, Uncle Warren," she sighed. "I wish..."
      "You wish you didn't have to face your parents again?"
      "Maybe that's what I was thinking, who knows. I just know I'd like
more of what we did today."
      "Maybe we can," he told her as an encouragement. "Miracles
sometimes do happen."
      "Yes, in fairytales."
      "Want to take a shower with me?"

Chapter Fifteen
      Dinner was a rather subdued affair. Both men were apparently worn
out from the efforts of the two girls and Sarah and Beatrice had a long
satisfying bath together, culminating in climaxes for them both. Winifred
felt complete although Michelle still hadn't received an orgasm, just happy
to have escaped the dreaded torture her uncle had decreed if she had failed
in his challenge.
      Michelle was quite sure her Uncle's nose was out of joint because of
that and she would probably suffer for that sometime during their stay. Her
clit still throbbed with pain and she was sure he must have ruptured the
muscle with all the squeezing and twisting he had inflicted. She wondered
what was in store for their evening session. There was always an evening
session.
      Stevie had complied with his aunt's wishes and gave her the orgasm
she sought but she hadn't returned the favour as she'd promised. At least I
should have been allowed to watch he sulked in silence a dozen times over.
      "Well boys," Beatrice said finally as she brought the dinner to an
end. "The girls and Stevie will clean up here while we take a little rest.
Then we'll all meet in the lounge for some more fun. You're included this
time too, Stevie."
      The youngster's eyes widened in anticipation and the prospect of
illicit activities, kept him horny through the washing up. In the kitchen he
couldn't keep his hands off either his sister or his cousin and the fact 
that
they didn't object to being felt up made him all the more aroused.
      "If you don't stop that, you'll spunk in your pants and I don't think
Mum will be very pleased about that. I'm sure she has plans for your load
and soiled pants wouldn't please her at all," Michelle warned.
      "Never had a chance like this before, two lots of tits and cunts. I'm
in heaven," he laughed happily. "Do you think I'll get to fuck you, Wini?"
      "The name's Winifred, you little pest. Do you want to fuck me?"
      "Shit yeah. I'd love that."
      "Why?"
      "Because I've never seen you naked and I've never done you before.
By the way, your tits feel nice, real nice."
      "Every girl's tits would feel nice to someone like you, little boy" 
she
sniped back, both girls giggling at his offended reaction.
      "I'm not so young. I've got a cock to prove it," he retorted proudly.
      "He has, you know," Michelle confirmed. "One this big," she added,
holding her finger and thumb about an inch apart. Winifred smiled
consolingly back at him. "Poor child," she quipped.
      "It's fuckin' as big as Dad's, Sis and you know it. It's been up you
enough times."
      "So small I never feel it, actually," Michelle, told her cousin.
      "Is he old enough to shoot white stuff yet?" Winifred asked
innocently.
      "Nah, just watery goo. Maybe that's all he'll ever have. I mean boys
should have sperm by his age, wouldn't you think?" Michelle asked and
both girls broke into fits of laughter.
      "You wait, Sis. Next time I fuck you it'll be up the ass and I'll make
you suffer," he sulked.
      "As I said, Winifred, I never really feel him."
      "Shit, you're both nuts but I'll have you both and pretty soon too,
you just wait."
      Winifred looked around and saw he was close to tears. "Sorry,
Stevie, we've been bitchy and we're sorry, aren't we, Mishy?"
      "Yeah, I guess so.  Look, you can suck our pussies if you like. Want
to?"
      Stevie looked from one to the other trying to work out whether they
were taking the Mickey out of him again. "You mean it? We won't get into
trouble, will we?"
      "Only if you shoot your load, sonny," Winifred responded. "Think
you can suck without exploding?"
      "Yeah, sure," he said with bravado. "When will we do it?"
      "What about now?"
      "Now? You mean it? Right now?"
      "We'll share a chair and you can move between our cunts, does that
sound OK to you?"
      "Alright," he shouted, punching the air. And they did just as they
promised. Soon panties were strewn on the floor and the two girls each sat
on a corner of one of the kitchen chairs, hiking up their skirts above the
waist and holding their pussy lips open invitingly.
      "Oh, shit," he gasped in wonder. "I'm in heaven."
      He kneeled in front of Winifred and leaned forward to make contact
when Michelle jumped up and urgently said, "Oh, God, it's seven thirty.
Quick, we can't be late." Both girls grabbed their panties and raced for the
other room leaving the stricken boy on his knees wondering what had gone
wrong.

      After a short while, giving himself enough time to calm his roaring
hard-on, he joined them all in the living room. Both girls must have been
quick because they were both wearing the same pink dresses they wore
when Winifred arrived. The two girls stood in the centre of the room
holding hands and looking shy.
      "Sit here with me, Stevie," his aunt directed. As soon as he sat she
began to open the zip on his pants and put her hand inside.
      "Let's see how big you've really grown, young man," she said as she
fished his cock out into the open. "Oh, my, still a little bit soft, isn't 
it? I
thought you might at least have become a little bit excited," she said in a
disappointed voice.
      "I... I'm sorry, it's just that... I mean, in front of everyone..." He
tried to explain.
      He could see she was baiting him from the shrewd look in her eyes.
"Maybe it's for the best," she explained as she looked down at the half soft
cock that lay on the palm of her hand. "The girls are going to put on a 
little
play and I don't want to have you shooting a load all over me so it's better
that you don't get yourself too excited. Oh, yes, what I mean is that if you
do make a mess before you have permission, you'll be sleeping with
yourself tonight instead of..."
      The boy's excitement grew instantly and his cock lifted up off her
hand as though it had suddenly awakened from a deep sleep.
      His mum, sitting on his other side, gave his hair a rub and smiled at
him but never said a word.
      "Well girls, what have you to entertain us with?" Warren asked.
      "Oh, we...," Michelle began and gave a shy giggle. "We thought
you'd like to see what girls get up to when they are left on their own, so 
for
your enjoyment we now present our play called `Naughty Girls at Play'."
      "Oh, shit," Stevie groaned as he watched the two girls hold each
other in a passionate embrace. From there they began to slowly undress
each other, giving little sighs and giggles as they did so. When Winifred
loosened Michelle's breast from the pink bra she wore, she cupped it then
held it as though displaying it to the audience.
      "Hmm," she said with a shy smile. "Very nice." Then she sucked the
nipple between her lips and they swayed together, their heads thrown back
in the rapture of the moment.
      "Oh, shit," Stevie whispered as he noticed both men had their cocks
in their hands, gently stroking themselves.
      "Be very careful, Stevie," Aunt Sarah warned as his cock flicked up
and down of its own accord. "You mustn't cum, not yet, young man."
      By now both girls were topless and their hands cupped and massaged
the others breasts, sighing and swooning in an exaggerated way, their eyes
glancing towards their audience from time to time to ensure they were
pleasing the watchers.
      Stevie saw Aunt Sarah take his Dad's cock in her other hand and
begin to massage it while both looked on at the show with avid attention. A
quick glance to the other side saw his mother doing the same to Uncle
Clarrie.
      It was obvious the two girls were enjoying themselves. After all,
there was nothing but enjoyment happening between them. No hurt, no
demands, no disgusting sex, just soft caressing enjoyment for them both. It
was one of the joys of a family visit and it always took place on the last
night.
      Winifred slipped Michelle's panties down to the floor and then knelt
to clasp her arms around her cousin's bottom cheeks, pressing her lips deep
into Michelle's groin, and obviously doing something that the receiver
enjoyed very much for she threw her head back and moaned softly,
caressing her lover's face.
       "My turn," Michelle finally sighed as she pulled away from
Winifred's contact and made the other girl naked too.
      "Lay down, lover," Michelle directed and immediately straddled her
cousin's body; her mouth searching between Winifred's parted legs. At the
same time she eased her bottom backwards and lowered her haunches so
her pussy came in contact with Winifred's lips.
      They sighed and moaned, pleasuring each other in gentle thrusts
back and forth, now completely ignorant of any others in the room.
      Stevie saw for the first time, two girls engaged in lesbian sex, the
thought straining every ounce of willpower to avoid ejaculation.
      The lovers changed places, Winifred now on top but the actions were
the same, each girl clasping the other's pussy between their lips and
thrusting tongues deeply inside.
      Stevie sat up straight and looked stunned from the hard swat of a
hand on his thigh. "I told you to take care, young man. You were on the
verge, weren't you?" Aunt Sarah demanded. He could do nothing but nod
his head, his eyes still locked onto the spectacle before him.
      Now the girls were using their fingers too and it soon became
obvious that both were approaching their climaxes. Moans were louder,
deeper, and each was urging the other on towards the ultimate pleasure. It
was Winifred who succumbed first, with a loud moan of "Oh, God," her
body stiffened and shuddered as she screeched loudly through what seemed
like forever to Stevie.
      His aunt allowed his cock to rest in the palm of her hand but she
made no move to hold it for that would have caused the young boy's release
without doubt. He was very close to ejaculation without any stimulation
other that that of sight.
      Before Winifred had finished her climax, Michelle exploded too,
with a deep moan of "Yessssss," as her bodily control was completely lost
in the moments of exquisite pleasure. Her head rocked from side to side
beneath her cousin who was diddling her clit with her fingers still.
      Finally the room returned to silence as the girls slumped onto the
floor and lay still glorying in the fulfilment each had experienced. They 
held
hands and looked into each others eyes for many minutes. The adults did
nothing to disturb their reverie and Stevie sat still, his eyes boggling at 
the
scene he had just witnessed. Oh, God, he wanted to shoot his load so
desperately but his chance had not come yet and he wondered if it ever
would.
      Then Michelle leaned up and nodded to her happy lover. Both girls
knelt up and scurried in front of the two men, Michelle in front of Uncle
Clarrie, Winifred in front of her Uncle Warren.
      "Pussy wants some cream, Pussy wants some cream," they meowed
with mischievous grins and immediately knelt between the men's knees,
taking cocks between their lips and gave head. It took little time for their
needs to be met as both men shot off within seconds.
      Winifred licked her lips and opened her mouth to show her man that
his seed had disappeared down her throat. Warren smiled happily and
clapped his hands. Michelle however had to scrape several strands of sperm
from her face into her mouth with her fingers as Clarrie had jumped and
shuddered so forcefully that his cock slipped from her lips at the first 
rush
of semen and she had quite a job to capture the swinging monster again. But
she soon cleaned herself and showed Clarrie his seed too had disappeared
where all good sperm should.
      The men were replete and the girls were highly satisfied but Stevie
and the two mothers for that matter were all still desperate.
      "Take Stevie up to his room, girls. Give him whatever he wants until
the morning. You may not get much sleep, I'd say," Beatrice instructed. "As
for you, Mr. Clarence Ritson, I do believe we have some matters that need
your attention, in private."
      "Oh, and I have several things I require of Warren as well," Sarah
added with a smirk. "Perhaps we should all retire." No-one objected in the
least, even the girls who could have been off-put at having to allow the
juvenile full access, made no complaint.

Chapter Sixteen
      As soon as the door closed on them, Michelle smiled as she set the
mood of the evening. "Well, Stevie, it looks like all your dreams have come
at once. We're in your hands, what do you want us to do? Or shall we just
hop into bed and go to sleep?"
      "Like bloody hell," the young boy shot back. "You're mine for the
whole night. I want to fuck you two silly."
      "I don't think you'd last too long the way you are right now, what do
you think, Winnie?"
      "He'd spunk us before he even got it in. Maybe we should help him
get rid of the burning need right away then he can take his time and please
us as well as himself for the rest of the night."
      "What... what are you going to do?" The boy asked suspiciously,
remembering the way they had treated him just before the evening
entertainment when they left him standing all alone after they had teased
him into that roaring hardon.
      "Want me to suck you off, Stevie," Winifred asked. He looked into
her face and saw nothing that caused him to think she wouldn't do it.
      "You mean it? Right now?"
      "Only if you want to," she replied with a smile.
      "Shit yeah, you bet."
      "Then lay on the bed, no let us undress you first then we can begin
something nice, OK?"
      "Oh, God, it is heaven, isn't it?"
      "And you will stay there as long as you keep us happy too, just
remember that," Michelle added as she began undoing his pants.
      In seconds he was laying flat out on the bed with two naked girls
leaning over him, one holding her breasts directly over his face, the other,
kneeling between his widely spread legs as she blew warm breath on his
roaring hard cock.
      "Want me to start, Stevie?"
      "Y...," but he couldn't get the rest of his approval out as Michelle
pressed a nipple right over his mouth and Winifred engulfed cock between
her lips. It took just two thrusts for his orgasm to splash against the back 
of
her throat. She didn't encourage him further with her lips, hoping to hold
back some of his pent up sperm for later in the night. Once he had calmed
himself, she sucked the residue off his cock as she pulled away and let it
flop back against his stomach.
      Then directly above him, he watched two girls kissing each other
passionately until Winifred held Michelle's face and released a string of
sperm into her mouth. Both girls made an exaggerated swallow then
brought their open mouths down for Stevie to see all his discharge had
disappeared.
      It was so incredibly sexy he couldn't stop his cock from getting hard
again, so soon after his last cum.
      "I think it's your turn first, Winnie. Be my guest," Michelle said as
she sat up.
      "Want me on top or underneath, Stevie?"
      "On top...?"
      "Do you want me to fuck you or you to fuck me?" She asked,
exaggerating every word.
      "Oh, shit," the young boy moaned. He had no idea what he wanted.
His brain was scrambled already.
      "Better show him how, Winnie," the considerate sister suggested.
      So the smiling cousin pulled his legs together then straddled his
body, pressing her genitals against his erection. "What we do Stevie, is 
push
and pull," she suggested as she rose up and lowered herself back against
him. "Push and pull, push and pull. Do you understand now?"
      "I think s... oh, God, that's incredible," he groaned as she held his
cock upwards and encased it inside her pussy.
      "Nice?"
      "Yesss."
      "Want some more?"
      "Yes."
      "Say please."
      "Please."
      "Say it nicely," she said in a softer voice, making every word sound
sexy.
      "Oh, please do it, Winnie. Please."
      "It's Winifred to you, sonny," The girl above him berated.
      "S... sorry, Winifred. Please do it, please."
      "Well don't you go and explode before I'm ready or I'll strangle it
'til it's dead, do you hear?"
      "Yes, I'll try," he answered in a little boy's voice, which nearly 
sent
Michelle into hysterics. But Winifred showed no hilarity as she began to
pump his cock up and down, going deeper with each thrust until each
downward stroke thumped against his pubic bone.
      Stevie was in heaven. It was altogether different to the way he had
fucked Michelle. This time he felt as though he was part of the girl above
him. With each rise, he too, pulled back and with each downward stroke,
his groin pushed upwards in perfect synchronisation
      "Oh, God; oh, God," he kept moaning as his eyes followed her
breasts that jiggled above him. It made his brain hint rather strongly that 
he
needed to squirt this very moment.
      "Uh, Uh," he gasped, desperate for relief but knowing there was
terrible retribution if he let go too early. Oh, shit, he whispered, knowing
the end was near.
      "N... No, stop...," he gasped as he reached the verge of ejaculation.
      "Don't you dare squirt your puny soap suds into me, kiddo,"
Winifred warned in a most threatening way. "Want me to lop it off at the
root?"
      "No," he squealed as her hand reached down between them and
squeezed the base of his cock so hard the pain shot upwards into his brain.
      "Oh, shit," he groaned from the sickening ache that permeated every
part of his body, not realising his erection had died a spontaneous death.
"Damn you hurt me," he whimpered, trying to extricate himself from
between her legs.
      "Young boys need to learn their duty, kiddo," Winifred hissed into
his face, refusing to release his body. "Fucking is a two way thing, you 
see.
I please you but you have to please me too, understand. You were going to
get your rocks off without even a thought of what I might need, weren't
you?"
      He looked into her eyes with a sickening feeling of embarrassment.
      "I already gave you your jollies, didn't I, so how come you thought
you could get a second go and leave me wanting my cum? Well?"
      Both girls were eyeballing him severely, not a hint of hilarity
showing.
      "Mum said I could fuck you silly," he whimpered in defence.
      "Well Mummy's not here now, is she, Mummy's boy?"
      "I'm not," he began then shut up as he saw their anger growing.
      "Want me to fuck you some more?" Winifred demanded almost
sarcastically.'
      "Yes."
      "Yes, what?"
      "Yes, please, Winnie... I mean, Winifred."
      "Do you know the price?"
      "The price? I don't have to pay... do I?"
      "It's very high and we don't think you can meet the price, do we,
Michelle?"
      "There's no way he can, I'm sure of that."
      "Then maybe we should just make each other happy and let this boy
cuddle up to his teddy bear."
      "No, you can't... I mean, I do want to fuck... I mean have sex with
you. With you both, really I do. How much is it then?"
      "He really is a baby isn't he?" Winifred asked Michelle without
taking her eyes from his own.
      "His only redeeming feature is he does have a nice hard cock, when
he puts his mind to it."
      His eyes swept from his cousin to his sister and back again, as he
nodded his head in agreement.
      "What you have to learn, little cousin is that we girls demand
pleasures too, not just give them, understand. If you want to fuck good 
stock
like us you have to please us before you get your own pleasure, I thought
you'd understand that, sonny."
      "Yes, I do, Winifred. I understand." Then his eyes left them for a
moment before he added, "What do you want me to do?"
      Winifred looked at Michelle and the hint of success shot silently
between the two.
      "We need you to give us orgasms before you shoot off, because if
you go first, there's no way we'd get our satisfaction. We're not stupid,
Stevie. We know that once you shoot you roll over and sleep."
      "No, no I wouldn't. Anyway, what do... How do I ... How do you
get your orgasm. My cock just spurts of its own accord, you know?"
      "From now on, it doesn't `just spurt'. From now on, you lead us into
magnificent orgasms first and then it's your turn. Now if you want to learn,
you'd better start by giving us some head to bring us on. Come on," she said
matter-of-factly as she then Michelle rolled over onto their backs and 
spread
their legs wide apart, caressing their breasts as they waited for the young
innocent to begin his pleasuring.
      Stevie knelt before them, his mouth open slackly as he almost
drooled at the sight before him.
      "Well, Stevie?"
      "Uhm, yes... do you want me to lick you? Down there?" He
stammered as he pointed to Winifred's glistening pussy.
      "You'd better believe it, sonny Jim."
      "Oh, God," he groaned as he lowered his face between her thighs
and felt the dampness touch is lips as he made contact. Then he realised
Michelle was kneeling beside him, showing him things to do.
      "Spread her pussy with your fingers then lick up and down. Yes,
that's right. See her clit...? There, stupid, lick there, really hard with the
point of your tongue. Push inside then pull out and lick her clitty; yes, 
more,
harder, keep it wet. You can use your fingers to jiggle it, she'll like 
that.
Just don't stop, understand. If you do all the pleasures you've built up 
will
vanish and you'll have to start over again. Suck the lips inside and caress
them with your tongue; just like sucking tittie, isn't it?"
      "Mff," he acknowledged as he tried to do everything Michelle
showed him. Then he realised two things, firstly that his cock was rock hard
again which gave him confidence for the first time in quite a while.
Secondly, he felt Winifred's body beginning to vibrate and shudder and her
thighs began to close against his face then open again. She was making
sounds too, little whispered oohs and ahs. He must be doing something right
at last, he thought as he threw himself into the task with greater effort.
      "Oh, my God, Stevie, that's incredible," he heard Winifred gasp at
last. "Don't stop, don't stop... no, do it now. Fuck me, Stevie. Poke your
big fat cock up me and make me cum. Yesss," she gasped as the young boy
moved quickly to obey.
      He began thrusting like a steam train until Michelle calmed him
down. "Take it easy, little brother. Be gentle and make sure you hold
yourself back. Think of the snow in winter. Think of freezing your balls 
off,
anything to stop yourself exploding until she comes."
      Stevie looked down and found Winifred rolling her face from side to
side as she cupped her breasts and whimpered in the throes of nearing
climax, not that he was aware she was about to cum.
      When she did reach that precipice, her whole body shuddered like an
earthquake and he had trouble staying on top but he knew he just had to
keep thrusting, he didn't want her to pleasure to stop so he had to start 
all
over again.
      Her feet rose up and clamped around his torso so firmly he could
hardly move and he had to fight against the power of her legs.
      "Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Winifred gasped in a whisper but
Stevie had no ears for anything as his mind set the course to continue the
steady but short thrusting her tightly clenched legs allowed.
      She placed a hand over her face as she came down from one of the
most satisfying orgasms she had ever experienced and tried to tell him it
was over but Stevie just knew he couldn't dare stop for if he did he would
have to start all over again. Winifred's body slackened in the afterglow and
she had no strength to point out her needs had been fulfilled.
      Eventually, Michelle took his face between her hands and he finally
realised he could cease his efforts. Both their bodies were covered in a 
film
of perspiration and he slumped down over her body but immediately slipped
off to the side and rested, his breath hard and fast as he tried to gain his 
own
strength.
      All three remained silent for many minutes until Winifred placed her
hand over her vulva to hold his sperm from dribbling onto the bed. To her
surprise there was no residue other than the wetness of their bodies
lubrication.
      "Oh, my God," Winifred gasped in surprise which made the other
two to take notice for the first time. "Stevie, you didn't cum. You gave me
as incredible fuck..."
      "Did I? Incredible? Was it really?" He asked like an excited juvenile.
      "Incredible, truly but you didn't have one yourself?"
      The two girls looked at each other in wonderment and then made
such a fuss of his manliness that he couldn't remember ever feeling more
proud of himself.
      "You mean I could have? After you had yours? Oh, shit, I thought I
wasn't allowed," he finally muttered then could have bitten his tongue.
Damn, why did I have to go and tell them that?
      "You might just become one of our favourite lovers, if you could do
that again; I mean give your lover a great fuck without spurting off too
early."
      "Do you think you could suck me off again then?"
      "Not a hope, sonny," Michelle grinned as she gave his limp cock a
stroke. "You've still got me to please before any of that baby stuff. I 
don't
think you've ever fucked me without shooting off far too early. I want what
you gave Winifred, understand, and I want it now!" With that she laid back
on the bed and spread her legs widely, holding her pussy lips apart until
with a groan of satisfaction, she felt lis lips encompass her sex.

Chapter Seventeen
      When he woke in the morning both girls had disappeared, he realised
unhappily, so he showered and came downstairs to see Winifred and her
parents with bags packed, ready to leave for home.
      There was lots of hugging and kisses but when it was Winifred's
turn to say goodbye to Stevie, she whispered in his ear, "Just remember
what we did, sugar. I want some more of that. Thanks, Lover." Then she
slipped her tongue deep into his mouth and fought with his tongue for
several seconds.
      When they finally went outside, Stevie heard his father say to Uncle
Clarrie, "Just remember what I told you, Clarrie. Go easy of the women
from now on. I guarantee they'll have a permanent home here if you can't
ease up on the sadism."
      Uncle Clarrie didn't reply but nodded his head with a look of
resignation. Stevie wasn't sure what it was all about but put it aside to 
ask
his Dad sometime.

      Once the household returned to normal, Beatrice sat down with
Michelle. "Well we have a wedding coming up, baby. We'll have to make it
memorable."
      Michelle didn't look at all happy. "You won't make me do things,
will you, Mum, not once I'm married?"
      Beatrice looked shrewdly at her daughter. "You're part of the family,
baby."
      "Yes but Gordon wouldn't understand. He just wouldn't. How could
any husband allow his wife to fuck others, especially her father and 
brother?
It's not right."
      "We've been over this already, baby. He'll understand, believe me
because you're going to explain it all to him."
      "Nooo," she whimpered. "Oh, God, that's impossible. You're a
vicious witch," she cried loudly then cupped her hand over her mouth in
shock. "Mum, I didn't mean that, honestly, I didn't it was just a spur of 
the
moment thing. I'm sorry."
      "Oh, dear, you are such a naughty girl, aren't you? Well, Gordon has
to learn soon enough how to punish naughty girls so there's no time like the
present. Go shower and change. He's expected in half an hour. You know
what to wear."
      Tears overwhelmed the poor girl as she rushed from the room, a cry
of pity reaching her mother's ear which gave the woman a feeling of
pleasure.

      "Come, Gordon, we have some things to discuss."
      "Good evening, Mrs. Jackson," he mumbled self consciously as
being in her presence always made him feel completely inadequate.
      "Your marriage to my daughter is due shortly," Beatrice stated. This
was the first time any mention of approval had ever been made to him.
      "Oh, Michelle and I haven't discussed a date yet. There is so much
to think about."
      "It's not up to you or Michelle. I'll decide when it's to be."
      "You... no, I need..."
      "You don't need to do anything because I'll be making the
arrangements."
      "But..."
      "Have you fucked my daughter, Gordon?"
      Wha...? I... nooo, of course not."
      "Why?"
      "What?" He looked at the overpowering woman, unable to
comprehend the tone of the discussion.
      "I asked you why you hadn't fucked her yet. Isn't she good enough
for you? Not your type? Or maybe you want something each way. You're
not a queer, are you?"
      "No. No, of course I'm not and I take offence at the tone of this
conversation. I love Michelle and she loves me. We plan to get married
whether you like it or not."
      "Ahh, the boy's finally found some courage, but still not man enough
to convince the girl you love to give her treasures to you. What's the 
matter
with you, boy? You do like sex, don't you?"
      "Of course I do but I honour Michelle and have no wish to force
myself on her before we are married."
      "You must fuck others then? Is that it?"
      "No, never."
      "A virgin? I don't believe it."
      He rose to leave. "You've got no right to even think it, let alone
demand. It's personal and none of your business."
      "Then you are giving up my daughter, is that it? Running away?"
      "I am not."
      "If you leave now, I promise you will not have our consent and she
will honour our wishes. Now sit down and shut up."
      Without another word, he slumped into the chair.
      "So you are a virgin?"
      "Yes," he nodded, his eyes looking at the floor.
      "Then you relieve your sexual needs by masturbation, is that it?"
      His eyes shot up at her as she sat smugly waiting for his response.
      "Occasionally I do. Everyone does."
      "So, you think I masturbate too, do you?"
      "No, I meant... I mean... No I didn't mean that, I'm sorry."
      "Michelle would have done it for you if you'd asked her. She had my
permission to do so."
      "I never asked. I hold her in great esteem and I love her, Mrs.
Jackson."
      "You really aren't the manly type, are you? Most men would have
jumped on her as soon as they could. She's not a virgin, you know?"
      He looked at the woman for a moment then nodded. "Yes, I know,
you told me. She can't help an accident like that."
      "Is that what I said, an accident? Oh, well, she'll explain the 
details
soon enough. Do you believe the man should be the head of the house,
Gordon?"
      He knew this was a trick question. His manliness had already come
into question and she was treating him like dirt. What should he say?
      "No, I believe it is a partnership, Mrs. Jackson. We'll share
everything and make our decisions together."
      "But what if you disagree? Who makes the ultimate decision? There
can only be one."
      He remained silent, unable to think of anything that sounded even
the least bit credible and he dared not look up at her because he was sure 
he
would melt like butter in a microwave.
      "I ask you this for one very simple reason, Gordon. In this house, my
husband is head and if he is not here, then I am in charge. At the moment it
is my duty to make the decisions while he is at work and something has
come up that I have had to decide on. I do not allow disobedience and
disrespect in this family, Gordon but I'm afraid it has occurred and so it 
is
accountable and has to be righted."
      "I haven't been disrespectful, Mrs. Jackson, really I haven't," he
stated with a pleading look. "Surely you can't..."
      "Well this time it isn't you, there's another who deserves a lesson
and I think it appropriate that you become accustomed to the way we do
things in this household. After all you will be involved in such matters 
many
times in the future."
      "Me? But I..."
      "Oh, do shush up, Gordon. You sound like a child pleading for
lenience. Now listen carefully for I shall not warn you again. What you are
about to witness is private and must never be mentioned outside this house.
You will sit and watch but you will not interrupt, is that understood?"
      "What are you going to do?" He asked dubiously.
      Without even acknowledging the question Beatrice called,
"Michelle, come in now."
      Beatrice's eyes never left the young man and she took great
satisfaction seeing him gasp in shock as Michelle walked into the room,
tears already falling down her cheeks. She was well aware her fianc�e
would see things she had never discussed with him and she knew her attire
was beyond anything he had seen her wearing, even though he had seen her
naked that one time.
      She never acknowledged his presence but stood barefoot before her
mother, holding a thick leather strap which she held out for Beatrice to 
take.
Then she knelt and bowed her head. Except for a diaphanous nightdress
that came down level with her crotch, having no back and very little above
her nipples, she was quite naked.
      Gordon couldn't take his eyes from her.
      "Please mother, I'm so sorry," Michelle whimpered. "Please don't do
it in front of Gordon."
      "Why are you here dressed like a common whore?"
      "Be... because I was disrespectful," she whispered, her body shaking
uncontrollably.
      "Why else?"
      "Because I deserve to be punished."
      "Do you accept the punishment I chose for you?"
      "Yes, mother."
      "Stand up and face your man. Stand closer. Now spread your legs
and clasp your hands behind your head."
      She did everything her mother demanded but couldn't look at her
husband to be. That was just too much to bear.
      "So Gordon, I believe you have never seen this naughty girl dressed
like this before?"
      "N... no, never," he mumbled, his face beet red.
      "Does it please you?"
      "Y... yes."
      "Does it excite you?"
      The poor man couldn't answer so he simply nodded.
      "Remove the garment, Gordon."
      "What? You mean now? Oh, I couldn't do that, it's not right."
      "If you don't, you too will be standing before me just as she is. Now
do what you're told."
      He stood for a moment and began to raise his hand but stopped and
said, "Michelle?"
      "Now," Beatrice's voice shot through the room so loud that both he
and Michelle jumped and spurred him into action. It took just seconds to
find the one clip that held the garment in place and as he undid it, the 
thin
floated down her body and fell to the floor. She stood before him in all her
naked glory.
      "You should be pleased about this, Gordon. There are not many men
who have the privilege of seeing their bride in all her glory on their
wedding day. Do you still want to marry her? Does her body excite you
sufficiently? Well?"
      He gulped and managed a squeaky, "Yes."
      "Good then you may consummate the marriage. Go on, begin now
before I change my mind."
      "Con...? You mean...? You don't mean it, Mrs Jackson, do you? I...
I can't believe it." His voice quavered as Michelle gave him no help in
deciding what he should do.
      "You'd better act quickly or I'll ban you completely from ever
wedding her. Go on, get on with it."
      "You mean right now, in front of you? I... I can't."
      "Tell him Michelle."
      "Do it, my dear," she whispered finally as she reached to undo his
belt. "She means it. There are no secrets in our house, Gordon. Don't be
shy. She'll see you naked lots of times in the future."
      "Oh, God, I don't think this is right," he mumbled but never stopped
her from removing his clothes.
      As she slipped his boxer shorts down his erection sprung upwards
and dripped a long trail of pre-cum to the floor.
      "Kiss me, my husband," she whispered as she pulled his nakedness
against her."
      Everything was a blur, a dream as though he was floating among the
clouds.
      "Husband? But we're not married."
      "Yes, she just married us, my love. Just accept it. We are married.
Come, make love to me. Make me your wife."
      Michelle had been well primed for this little scene. She knew she
had no choice. Whether Gordon would go along was another matter as she
felt his body stiffen against the weight of her trying to pull him down to 
the
floor. "Come, my dear," she cajoled.
      Gordon glanced across at Beatrice then back to his love and finally
gave in. She lay spreadeagled on the floor, her thighs parted, knees bent
outwards and her arms held out inviting him to join her. There was no need
to any foreplay on her part for his cock was standing at full stretch as he
knelt between her knees. Her hands clasped the back of his neck as she
pulled his face to hers and as he leaned down his cock nestled neatly 
against
her spread pussy lips.
      His movements were automatic as though he'd bedded a thousand
women before this but in fact he was giving his virginity away without even
realising it.
      They were as one, their lips pressed feverishly together as she
encouraged him to take her. He slipped inside so easily and began to thrust
back and forth without even realising he was in the act of lovemaking. The
fact that Beatrice was looking on had passed completely from his mind and
he pressed his body deep inside her cleft.
      "Yes, my love, it's beautiful," she cooed, pressing his face against
her cheek as she raised her legs and clamped her heels over his back. There
was no rush, no need to force himself, just gentle loving thrusting into her
depths. The feelings soon made him realise all he had missed by not having
sex before but it made the moment all the more poignant for the lovers were
giving of themselves to each other.
      Michelle knew she probably wouldn't achieve orgasm this time her
only need was that Gordon would be satisfied with the feelings her body
gave him. After some time, neither of them knew how long, Michelle felt
his urges grow stronger. He held her tighter, his breathing grew faster as 
did
his thrusts, stronger and deeper if that were possible and then he exploded.
      He growled like a lion as she held him tightly, her heels digging in 
as
ejaculation after ejaculation flooded her insides. She knew he was
overflowing for she felt his essence running down her bottom cheeks.
      "Oh, my darling, darling husband, I love you so much," she
whispered in his ear once the quiverings eased. Finally in exhaustion he
slumped down on top of her, taking her breath away but she made no
objection. Her arms held him in place until she could bear the weight no
longer and gradually slid from beneath him, his penis now soft as jelly
flopped from her body and allowed a large gush of semen to run down her
legs.
      "Well he might be a wimp but he can fuck, that's for sure," Beatrice
declared. "I look forward to sampling him before too long."
      "I hate you," Michelle retorted but knew what her mother said was
the truth. Before very long, Gordon would be bedding his mother-in-law as
well as his wife. The poor boy had much to learn.
      "I'll take that as a compliment but there is just one tiny matter that
demands my attention," she said with a smirk of satisfaction. "Over the
chair, my girl."
      Michelle was genuinely shocked for she had expected the
humiliation of having Gordon bed her in front of her mother was her
punishment for the earlier abuse she had spat at her mother.
      "Mum, you don't mean it, please don't, not with Gordon here." she
begged. "You know I'll do whatever you want but later. Besides, His semen
is still draining...."
      "What I want right now is to see your pretty little butt pushed up in
the air awaiting its penalty. I think twenty should just about wipe the 
slate
clean, don't you?" The anticipation on Beatrice's face was evident.
      "Oh, God, please don't do this, Mother, I beg you. Not in front of
Gordon. Not that please." Michelle had dropped to her knees pleadingly.
      "Maybe thirty is more appropriate."
      "Oh, God help me," she whimpered as she crawled to the large
leather armchair and climbed upon it, each knee resting on an arm so her
thighs were wide apart, her pussy gaping as she raised her bottom upwards
the way she had been taught so many times before. A large dollop of white
sperm fell onto the seat and splashed out in a perfect circle. She glanced
down at Gordon who was still in deep calm sleep following the exertion of
copulation just minutes before.
      "If you keep the noise down, maybe he won't even notice, baby, but I
really doubt you could."
      Michelle couldn't answer for she knew what she was about to
undergo. Her mother took great delight in making her scream her loudest
and she would make sure Gordon was well and truly made aware of who
headed this household. Michelle lowered her breasts against the top of the
armchair and awaited her fate.
      The strap was over 2 inches wide with a cut down the last foot of its
length. It was thick heavy leather, made supple from years of being lovingly
oiled before and after each use and each stroke brought instant burning
pain. It was the same strap that just a few days ago made the marks that
were still visible over her bottom and back.
      The first three, Michelle managed to gasp her hurt silently but the
fourth landed lower and caught full across her widely spread pussy lips,
jerking her whole body upwards and the roar of pain filled the room.
Gordon stirred immediately, awakened from a dream of naked women and
desert islands.
      He raised himself, still groggy from sleep and looked around to
discover what had disturbed him. At that instant the fifth stroke landed and
the poor girl shrieked aloud, unable to withstand the pain that had already
built up.
      "What...? What are you doing?" he cried out, as he struggled to his
feet.
      "Just shut up and watch, boy. Unless you want some of the same,"
Beatrice growled as she laid another stroke over the girl's posterior, 
higher
up this time to show a separate strap mark that immediately turned deep red
and became a raised strip over both cheeks.
      "You can't do that to Michelle," Gordon cried out incredulously as
he saw another stroke fall with the resultant cry of pain from the stricken
girl.
      Without even slowing her rhythm she continued to lay the strap over
her daughter's red and purple bottom and stated clearly above the cries of
pain, "She will receive twenty lashes but I'll gladly double that if it 
makes
you so excited. Now sit down and shut up."
      "Michelle...?"
	The poor girl half raised a hand and pushed it towards him, telling
him to leave things alone. Gordon was distraught, not comprehending the
reality, wanting to do something to save his love from the torture she was
going through but he had no will to oppose the woman wielding the strap.
      "Oh, God," he whimpered as he dropped back into another chair and
bowed his head in horror, pressing his hands over his ears but still hearing
her continued screams of agony. "What can I do? Michelle..." but he did
nothing.
      "Stop the snivelling and watch, boy. You will be doing this to her
when she deserves it from now on. Young girls must be taught. This is not
her first nor will it be her last," Beatrice spat out between each stroke.
      So Gordon watched. He saw each new mark as it changed from
instant pink to crimson red then slowly to purple as the bruising formed. He
heard her shrieks of pain lower to cries then almost to nothing as she 
neared
exhaustion and unconsciousness.
      His nudity didn't even register in his mind but the effect of the
punishment certainly did in his brain and that related instantly to what 
hung
between his legs. His erection was huge and upstanding although he wasn't
aware of the fact, himself.
      Finally the room became silent. Michelle was weeping deeply, almost
silently yet her body was shaking with tremors of humiliation and pain and
exhaustion.
      Beatrice, still holding the strap turned and stood in front of Gordon.
"I see the punishment affected you greatly, boy."
      "It was terrible."
      "Terrible enough for this?" She asked and took his genitals in her
hand. The move was so quick that by the time it registered, she had a firm
hold of both his balls and the hardness. Shocked though he was, he couldn't
pull away and the erection would not deflate.
      "Now I can see what Michelle sees in you. You are quite a man
down there aren't you? It always amazes me what excites a man and there's
nothing like a little sadism to achieve the best hardons." As she spoke she
continued to caress the length of his cock with the side of the strap. 
Gordon
groaned from both the frustration of being unable to object and from the
pleasure she gave him.
      "Michelle, come and worship your master."
      The tear stained face turned to see the scene for the first time. She
was silent as she walked the few steps to stand beside her mother who was
still caressing her man.
      "I can see I will have to savour this for myself sometime soon but
now you'd better attend to his urgency." With that she pushed Michelle to
her knees and almost fed his penis into her daughter's mouth.
      "In this house, Gordon, sex is a pleasure and punishment is part of
that same pleasure. She will do whatever you wish from now on, she will
never say no, remember that." Gordon's eyes rushed back and forth
between the kneeling woman administering a service he had only ever
dreamed of in times of private stimulation, and up at her mother who
continued to lay down the rules.
      "You will be officially married so you can share the time with your
family, but you are now part of our family and Michelle is not only your
wife but your personal plaything. She will never refuse any need you have,
no matter what it is. Think about that for a moment. Absolutely anything
you wish, whenever you wish it. She will love you unreservedly."
      It became increasingly hard to concentrate on his new mother-in-
law's words as Michelle's lips drove his desires to greater heights than he
had ever experienced.
      "But there is a price, Gordon. She is yours for most of the time but
there are times she will be ours, mine and my husband's, exclusively and
you will give her over willingly, without objection for as long as we wish.
Then she becomes yours again. I'm sure you love her deeply enough to pay
that small price?" It was a question without being a question.
      His arousal was so close to exploding all he could do was grunt and
nod his head just before his body jerked and he fed his new wife for the
very first time.

      Some time later after Michelle had showered and dressed, she stood
beside her mother for she was unable to sit.
      "Gordon is upset. He doesn't understand what he saw. I tried to
reassure him but..."
      "Do you love him?"
      "Of course I do, I want him forever."
      "Does he feel the same?"
      "Yes but he can't get over the fact that he didn't do anything to help
me. He's distraught because he thinks he should have refused to do what
you made us do, to fuck in front of you and make me suck his cock off."
      Beatrice laughed. "Oh, the poor innocent boy, he's got so much to
learn hasn't he? But he'll get over it. Give him the works for the next few
days. Be a whore for him and be dirty. He'll learn soon enough. Besides
once he gets the taste for young flesh, he'll never leave. By the way, the
Garden Bed Girls hold their inaugural meeting in a couple of days. You will
join us. There's another couple of youngsters being brought along too so
Gordon will soon have lots of choices."
      "Oh, God," Michelle whispered softly. She knew she would do as
she was told.
      "Go on, get out and fuck him silly. See how many times he can cum
before running on empty," Beatrice giggled and she gently patted her
daughter's damaged derriere.

      The End.

NOTE: A sequel to this story, Flower Bed Girls, has begun (but don't hold
             your breath - it is a loooong way off completion).

I hope you like the story - please let me know if you do,
if only to feed my ego.
Also PLEASE do let me know if you find errors in the text
i.e. spelling (British English), punctuation, grammar, scene errors
(e.g. where something is stated then is different later on) etc.

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in both text and Word 2k2 formats. Titles so far are:

Family Fantasy Book 1
Family Fantasy Book 2
Family Fantasy Book 3
Neighborly Tutor Book 1
Neighborly Tutor Book 2
The Learning of Gemma Book 1
The Learning of Gemma Book 2
The Little Schemer
Thoughts of a Dirty Old Man (Short Story)
Thoughts of a Dirty Old Man Book 2
Training the Twins Book 1
Uncle

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