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The follow is a work of pure fiction.  Please don't read
it if you are underage in your locale or offended by:

(teen, inc, mf,ff, Mf)

I hold the copyright to all my work, but often grant permission to
re-publish the work if requested.

Carey is a 14 year old, very active and pretty teen. She has
light brown hair that comes about to the middle of her back,
brown eyes, and a figure to get anybody's attention. Her breasts
aren't big (a full A cup or B cup depending on the bra and brand), 
but they match her hips and slender 5'5" body.

Her mom and dad are divorced and she lives with her dad.  Her 
brother, Tad, lives with her mom. Tad has just turned 16 and is about
eighteen months older than Carey.

Like Kissing Your Brother - Chapter 4

Chapter 3 left us with the feeling that Carey had much stronger
feelings for her brother than she ever would have suspected...

Mom and Dad have gone off to hole up for the weekend to see if
there was anything left of their once happy marriage. Carey and
her brother are left alone with the house to themselves...

Part 1

     Waking up with her brother snoring in the back of her neck, 
Carey had a pain in her lower tummy and scrambled out of bed
dancing on her toes toward the bathroom. "Gotta go! gotta go!
gotta  go." She whispered all the way in. When she unrolled a tuft
of toilet paper and put it between her legs, Carey thought 'what a
mess, I'd better get a wash cloth.'

     Tad walked in all sleepy eyed and spotted his sister with her foot
up on the tub and a washcloth between her pretty thighs. He sighed
as he approached the toilet and watched that cute bottom wiggling.
"What are you doing?"

    "Cleaning up your mess."

    "My mess? I think you were there too."

    Carey turned to stick out her tongue at Tad, but instead watched
his fingers holding his limp penis. "Want me to hold that for you?" She
asked.

    Looking at her and smiling, he answered, "Sure."

    Carey tossed the washcloth into the sink, got behind her brother
and reached around for Tad's dick. She had to peek around him
to see and with her left arm around his waist, her body pressed 
against his back and her right hand around his cock, Carey lightly
stroked it.

    "Don't do that, I'll never pee with you stroking it!"

    "Oh, I thought that's how it was done."

    "You did not. You know very well how it's done. Do you 
remember the first time?" Tad relaxed at the thought and a long
stream of pee gushed out. "Careful with the aim or you'll have pee
everywhere."

     Adjusting some, Carey watched as the seemingly never ending
flow splashed into the toilet. "Jeez Tad, where did all that come from?
You'll be dehydrated before you're done."

    "Well do you?"

    "What?" Carey asked shaking the flaccid cock up and down.

    "The first time you held my cock while I took a piss."

    "That seems so crude to me. Yes I remember it really well. We
were visiting Uncle Jerry and Aunt Eve. We hiked back into the
woods on some trail that we found and you had to pee. You didn't
even try to hide, you just unzipped your shorts, pulled it out and let
fly right there."

     "You were staring at it and I asked if you wanted to hold it for
me." Carey's fingers still had his cock captured and he was 
beginning swell. "You stood beside me and used it like you were
watering that tree."

    "Even got a little stiff too huh? Like now. It's getting a little stiff
now too. What else do you remember?"

    "After I was finished, you pulled down your panties and started
to pee where I had just finished."

    "And you watched too. When I was through, I didn't have anything
to wipe with and I was worried about Mom finding pee in my panties.
You got between my legs with the end of your shirt and wiped me."
Carey's strokes got longer and soon had it in the palm of her hand
with her fingers wrapped around it. "It even made me squishy down
there because your fingers kept rubbing me and not the shirt."

    "I came for the first time that night."

    "You did? The very first time?"

    "Yes. I had tried jacking it like my friends showed me, but nothing
would ever come out. It felt good so I kept trying. But that night, 
thinking about you touching my cock and my fingers touching your
cute little slit was enough to make me cum."

    The object in her hand was getting ever harder and her strokes 
getting ever faster, Carey whispered in Tad's ear, "I came too. I 
thought about touching this. I thought about you touching me."

     His voice no more than a croak, Tad said, "Tell me all about it."

     "Ummm it was so nice. I was on top of the bed in my jammies
with the top open and my hand down in the bottoms. I pushed the
bottoms off and spread my legs really wide and pretended that you
were watching me." Carey stuck her left hand out and showed Tad
her three middle fingers. "I took these and started to rub my pussy
up and down. Softly and first and then harder and harder. The
underside would rub against my little clit and the tips would enter
my cunt. I kept getting wetter and wetter until I finally raised my
back off of the bed and let my climax take me.

     Enough for Tad, with a grunt and an "Oh shit." the tip of his
cock opened and cum started spurting out. Carey caught what she
could in the palm of her hand and ended up with a large puddle
of his semen.
     
    Carey was still pressed tight against Tad with her head on his
bare back. She opened her hand and started to spread the cum
all over his chest, concentrating on his nipples, and then over his
tight stomach.

    "Why didn't you just let it go?" He asked.

    "And let your sperm go into the bowl where your pee is?'

    "Come back to bed and let me take care of you now sweetie.
You've kinda used the reserves, but I'll be I kind think of something."

     "I'm fine from last night. You don't have to take care of me. Let's
go make breakfast. In the nude. Let's have breakfast nude." And
kissing him on the back, Carey let go of him and headed of toward
the kitchen.


Part 2

    The pair was having some lunch at the food court in the mall. Tad
seemed to be lost in gaze, so Carey followed the path of his eyes to
beneath the table across from them. In a small panic, Carey looked 
around to see if anybody else could see or was watching. She elbowed
Tad hard in the side.

    "Oooof! Jeez Carey, what was that for?"

    "You're looking up that girls dress."

    "So? I think she's flashing me."

     Carey took a good look and decided that her brother was probably
right. "If her mother turns around and sees you, security will be
hauling us out of here."

     "Look Carey! Look at what she's doing."

     Sure enough, the girl had the skirt of her dress pulled back even
more and her fingers had been inserted into little her cotton panties, 
with red and purple flowers, through the leg. She was definitely smiling 
at Tad. Not to be outdone, Carey looked at the girl and slid her hand 
over Tad's crotch. The girl's eyes got as big as saucers as Carey 
rubbed her hand over and up and down the front of Tad's jeans. 
Carey could feel the rise and was sure the girl could see it.

    A voice came out of nowhere saying, "Hi guys, what ya doing."

    "Hi Mika." Said Tad.

    "It's like meek ah Tad, not mike ah." Carey scolded, "As long as
you've known her, you'd think you'd get it right."

     "It's okay Carey. Mom, Dad and you are about the only ones
that get it right. Oh, Ms Jaques too, but she just wants to get into my
panties. So, what're you looking at."

     "Don't turn around Mika! Pervert here is watching that girl behind
you play with her pussy." 

     About that time, the girl's mother said something to her and she
quickly pulled her hands away and smoothed her dress. She smiled
again at Tad and started to eat her chicken strips.

    "Speaking of Ms Jaques, she called me into her office last night
after school."

     "She wanted to get you alone and give you a checkup?" Laughed
Carey.

    "What makes you guys think she's a lesbian?" 

    Mika explained, "She was accused of having sex with four girls
on the basketball team at her last school. The girls wouldn't rat on her, 
so they couldn't prove anything, but they moved her to our school 
our year.

   "Anyway, that isn't why she wanted to see me. This is why." Mika
held up a blue and pink bag."

    "I'm betting on a bra in the sack." Remarked Carey.

    "She said that I had to start wearing a bra. She say's my nipples
 'are prominent and my breasts jiggle'.

    "Not one, three of them. They were on sale and I couldn't decide 
on which one was the least ugly." Mika sat up straight, pulled her tiny 
red tank down tight and asked, "Now tell be that these are tits that look 
like they need a bra."

     "They look like tits that need a bra." Carey and Tad said in unison.

     "They are cute though Mika."

     'Wrong words Tad' Thought Carey.

    "Cute? Titties aren't supposed to be cute! Titties are supposed to
be, well, titties. These are speed bumps! Oh well, it was coming I
guess.

    "On to important stuff now. What about going steady Tad? That
way nobody will think that you're fucking Carey."

    Carey said just above a whisper, "Shup Mika! People can hear 
you. What makes you think we are having sex anyway?" 

    "I've known it for years."

    "You couldn't have, we just did it for the first time last week."

    Mika pointed her finger at Carey and said, "Hah!"

    Tad grinned and said, "You're supposed to be the bright one here 
Carey. That was sooo easy." 

    "Well, this isn't the place to talk about it anyway, let's go home
and talk."

Later they were sitting on Carey's bed playing Uno...

    "This is as boring as watching my mother make jam." Said Mika.

    "Mostly yes." Said Tad "I mean, I've never watched your mother
make jam, but it would be boring I think. This was a sucked idea
Carey."

     "What do you want to do? All get naked and make a pile?"

     Tad and Mika looked at each other. Mica said, "That's brilliant
Carey, let's do it."

     Carey gave Mika the stink eye and flipped her the sign. "I know, 
Mika can model her new bras for us."

     "I really like that one!"

     "Easy Tad. Okay. I don't want to be a spoil sport so I'll just do it."

     "Hand me those scissors and the bag Mika." Said Carey.

     Mika did as Carey asked. "What are the scissors for?"

     Tad said, "She has a fetish about cutting the tags out of everyone's
underwear."

      "Not just underwear," Carey said as she opened the bag and
dumped the contents into her lap, "Anything where the tag will show. It
drives me crazy to see a bra tag through a sheer top or a forty-five
dollar tank with the tag sticking out of the neck." Carey started to
methodically snip the labels off.

    "She's weird Tad."

    "I told you so Mika."

    "Fuck both of you."

    "Okay."

    "Okay."

     Carey held up a pretty little pale pink 32-A and looked at it. "This
is cute. Look matching string bikini panties. Hey! a white set too
and both have a little ribbon on the panties and bra."  She grabbed a
white, nondescript cotton bra and said, "This is sorta ugly." Then on
the bottom of the little pile, Carey found a tiny purple thong. "Yummy
Tad. You should like this. There must be all of fifty cents worth of lace 
in this and, " sticking her face up to it, "you can see right through it.
Anyway, try the white set first Mika."

    "The deal was the bra and that's all I'm putting on." Mika said as
she stepped toward the bathroom.

    "Where are you going?" Carey asked.

    "To the bathroom to put it on! You can't expect me to sit here and
put it on. You'd be staring at my titties."

     "Mika."

     "What now Carey?"

     "Everyone's seen your titties. Every time you bend over, people
get to see your titties. For a girl that thinks she doesn't have any, 
you're suddenly pretty modest about it." 

     Not dissuaded, Mika headed for the bathroom to change. Carey
threw the matching panties at her, she picked them up and steamed
off.

    "What's taking her so long?"

    "It's Mika Tad, be patient."

    In a few minutes Mika made a grand entrance to the bedroom
and twirled around in her red tank that showed plenty of tummy
and her very short blue denim skirt. 

     "Nice Mika, but you still have the tank and your skirt on. Where's
the bra show?"

     "Can't you see the outline of it?" Mika questioned.

     "Not the same Mika, pull the top off so we can see the pretty 
girl in the pretty bra." Carey replied.

     "You might pull the skirt up some too." Suggested Tad.

     "Wait just a minute here...how come I'm the one that has to put
on a show. I think it's only fair that you two take something off too."

     Carey said, "She has a point Tad, take off your tee shirt and 
drop your shorts."

     Tad pulled his tee shirt over his head and then unzipped his 
shorts and pushed them to the floor.

     "Boxers too and, for God sakes Tad, take off your socks." Carey
mumbled something to herself about naked guys and socks as she
watched Mika pull her tank over her head and shake out her short
blonde curls. Mika was a vision in her brand new bra and that nearly
nothing denim skirt.

    "You too! You can't just sit and watch us without taking yours off
too." 

    "Okay, okay Tad, give me a minute. Pull up your skirt and let us
see your new panties too Mika." Carey took the bottom of her white
satin cami and lifted it over her head.

     "You're going to need new bras pretty soon too Carey. Your 
titties are starting to overflow the cups." Noted Mika.

     "This one is a small B, so it might be awhile. Be nice if I could
get to a C without getting fat to do it." Carey unzipped her shorts
and raised her bottom to push them off. "Those panties are super
cute on you Mika. You can even see your pussy lips through them."

     Mika looked down at her panties and then lowered her skirt,
unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. "Look at Tad Carey. He doesn't
even like me. He isn't hard yet or anything."

    "He will." Carey said as she smoothed her hair back over her
shoulders and reached back to unfasten her bra, "Turn around and
spread your legs a little. Good, now loosen your bra and hold it
against you and then bend over. Yes. Now run your fingers up and
down your slit clear up past your butt hole. Ummm nice, if Tad 
doesn't like, I do."

    Tad liked. When Mika turned around she saw his cock at full
attention just a few feet from her. She dropped the bra to the floor
and quickly stepped out of her panties. Tad was almost drooling
over the tiny titties with pink, and very erect, nipples. His eyes
fixed lower to the golden triangle of thin, well trimmed fur over Mika's
mound. He took his cock in his hand and started to stroke up and
down the shaft to proudly display his manhood for the girl.

    Watching Tad and Mika, Carey rid herself of her panties and
said, "Get closer to him Mika." Mika slowly moved to directly in
front of Tad and let his cock touch her tummy. "See Mika, he does
like you. Show him how much you like him now."

   Tad is nearly a foot taller than the girl and she had to look up into
his face. Mika put one hand on his chest, the other around his
hard cock and lowered herself to her knees. Mika licked and kissed
it to get it wet, then took him full into her mouth. She gagged a little
when her nose nestled into his dark, curly public hair and had to
back out of it some. She soon got the rhythm and the length that 
she could take figured out and began fucking him with her warm 
little mouth.

     "Don't make him cum Mika, we need him fresh for us." Carey
instructed as her fingers played with her nipples.

    Tad looked and Carey and Mika turned her face, still firmly 
wrapped around Tad's cock, to look too. Mika reluctantly let the 
object of her attention slip out of her mouth. Tad took Mika's face
in one hand, turned it too him and gave her a sweet kiss. "I think
you're beautiful."

    Red in the face, Mika said, "Thank you. I think I really needed
that more than anything." She looked over at Carey and nodded
he head toward her, "She is the beautiful one. Beautiful in so many
ways."

    "Great tits too."

    Mika gave Tad a light punch the stomach, "Not nice Tad. True
of course, but not nice." Mika ran her tongue over her pink lips
and said, "I just love to suckle them."

    "Me too."

    "You should knock her up so she'd have milk for us to suckle."

    Carey butted into the exchange and said, "Then people would say
'What a cute baby. Pretty eyes too. I wonder why two are blue and
the other is brown?'"

     Mika laughed, "It doesn't actually work that way, but it's funny.
Let's go suckle her nice round nipples Tad. Yummm."

    With one on each side of her, Carey let the pair have their way
with her nipples. They were truly at it too. Each was holding a tit
and each had their lips firmly attached. Carey had never had a baby
suckle her, but she was sure it would feel something like this. Very
nice. 
    
    Mika's free hand was exploring Carey's skin from her arms to as
far as she could reach. Fingertips trailing the inside of Carey't thighs,
Mika found the dampening opening to the vagina. With finger rubbing
a protruding clit and rubbing a flowering pussy, the dampness was
soon replaced by small flow of wetness. Carey was rotating her hips
to the suckling and the rhythm of the fingers.

    Not paying any attention to Mika, except for the sucking noises on
his sister's upright nipple, Tad was body exploring too. Tad urged
Carey's knees up enough to get his hand under the leg and find the
crease of her bottom. He felt Mika's hand as it was curled around
Carey's mound and felt the pressure of her fingers as they hooked
into the wet cunt. Gathering some Carey cum, Tad found her cute
little pink hole all alone and waiting for attention too. It opened nicely
for Tad's slick finger and he wiggled it in as far as it would go. Carey
was starting to make her funny little murmuring noises as she fucked
against their fingers.

    Carey was laying back with her eyes half closed. The work on her
nipples, pussy and ass was almost more than she could bear. The
murmuring was being replaced with loud groans as she pushed 
against the pressure on her lower body. Mika and Tad had matched
the strokes of their fingers and could even feel the other's fingers
tucked inside of the heated girl.

    "Finger fuck her." Mika mumbled.

    "Eat her Mika. Lick her hot little cunt until she screams." Tad 
answered. He continued suckling a nipple while he watched Mika
kiss and lick her way down Carey. Finally he saw Mika's head
partially disappear and lost the nipple when Carey jerked her body.

    'Oh God...I don't know how much more I can take. Now she's got
her finger and tonque in me.' Then Carey whispered to her brother,
"Her ass is up for you, get behind her and fuck her. I want her to
forget her father. I want you to fuck her."

    Releasing his mouth from Carey's nipple, Tad got onto his knees
to work his way to the end of the bed. Mika was laying almost flat on
the bed with her butt up a few inches, so Tad had to reach under her 
legs and pull her to her knees. Tad opened the crack of her sweet little
ass and looked at the open slit and the tiny round hole above it. He
could hear Mika licking and sucking away at his sister's open cunt
as he placed the head of his drooling cock at Mika's wet slit. With it
spread, he could see the opening to her vagina where his cock
would be next. Tad said aloud, "I'm going to fill this with my cum
Mika." Mika was making muffled noises as Tad plunged all the way
into her tight fuck hole. He wasted no time in ramming at her and
driving her face in and out of Carey. Tad was holding her tits and
squeezing her nipples. He kept telling her how nice she fucked,
how hot her cunt was and how much he loved her small titties. It took
all of about a minute of that before Mika lifted her face and placed it 
on Carey's lower stomach. Her eyes where forced shut, she was 
gritting her teeth and digging her nails into Carey's legs when she 
orgasmed. Mika actually screamed.

    Mika rolled off of Carey onto the bed and on her side. She was
curled in a near fetal position and watched as Tad moved between
his sister's thighs. He gave Carey that 'you're next look' and 
reached for a pillow. Carey raised her back for him and helped slide
it under her butt. Knees up and legs spread, Carey guided Tad's 
wet, slippery cock home. She wrapped her legs around him and
pulled his chest tight against his. When his cock was firmly in place,
Carey fucked him. Tad was the one making the noises now. It felt
to him like Carey wanted to tear his cock out by the roots. Her cunt
was sucking his cock in and out and the usually wet sucking noise
of cock and pussy was louder than it ever had been. Tad tried to
pound her back, but Carey was in control and there wasn't a lot
for him to do.

    Mika couldn't believe her eyes. In all the stories she'd read, she
could have never imagined two people having sex like these two
were. But, she had never had anyone abuse her pussy like Tad just
had either. Abuse was a strong word, because Mika would let him
abuse her like this anytime that he wanted to. She watched as Tad
straightened up and could almost feel what Carey felt as he jerked
and soaked his sister with sperm. Carey was shuddering and 
whining when she released with him. This was sex. Sex between
people, not just fucking, that cared for and loved each other.

    Three young bodies all together on the bed. Carey in the middle,
her brother on one side and her best friend on the other. Mika was
cuddled up to her. If she had of had her thumb in her mouth, then
Mika would have looked like a content baby. Tad, as usually, was
deep in thought twiddling Carey's nipple.

    "Careful Tad, you two have made those really sore."

    "Sorry." Said Tad as he kept on fiddling with the nipple.

    Mika looked at Tad and asked, "Is she more like our mother or
what?"

    "Sometimes seems that way doesn't it Mika?"

     "Will it be this way always Carey?"

    Carey had her fingers in Mika's hair trying to smooth the golden
curls that kept popping back to where they were in the first place.
"I don't know Mika. We are kinda young I think. I can't see into the 
future. I know one thing for sure, I won't be having sex with my father
again. Not in this lifetime anyway."

     "Me either. I think back now and it doesn't seem wrong really, but
my father doesn't really love me. I thought he did, but he doesn't love
me or Mom."

     "I've had my time with Mom," Tad said, "it was great, she was great,
I love her, but she and Dad are a fit and belong together. She doesn't
me to interfere."

      Carey reflected on all of this and then said, "I think we should
just be what we are and not take all of this too seriously. We should
have fun, enjoy each other or others, and let things go where they
will."

     The heads laying on her chest nodded. It was quiet for a very
long time until Carey heard a pieceful buzzing from the little blonde
head on her left. Tad smiled at Carey, kissed her, then leaned over
and kissed the other head in their little triad.


Part 3 - The Dream

     Mika couldn't stay the night and Carey was alone in her bed
with Tad the next morning. It was a little warm, so they weren't all
wrapped around each other like they usually were.

     The morning sun flashed through the window and woke Carey.
She yawned, listened to her brother snore for a few minutes and
closed her eyes again. Life seemed very good to her. It was peaceful,
the birds were tweeting and there was no traffic in the street this
Sunday morning.

    It couldn't have been five minutes before Carey woke up the second
time. She opened her eyes and looked over for Tad, but he was gone.
The birds outside were making weird noises too. 'Jeez what a racket
that is' Carey thought. The she sat straight up in bed. 'Something is
terribly wrong here! I'm not in my own bed, Tad is gone, this isn't
even my bedroom!' She heard a loud crashing noise that seemed to
be coming from the front.
 
    Jumping out of bed, Carey ran to the window. There was a flock
of white birds with long white necks walking across a hedge below.
Some were flying out and over the palm trees. 'Palm trees!' and out
of nowhere, 'They're cattle heron', with no idea how she would know
that.

    She ran to a window along the front and could see the source of
the crashing; surf. This room faced the ocean and appeared to be
on the second floor of this old house. Carey could tell it was an old
house because of the windows. They weren't all white and sanitary
like her house, the were trimmed in real wood, had big slats on the
front like venetian blinds. The windows had screens, but the windows
opened out and away from the house and were held in place with 
sorta like sticks. The view was incredible. It looked like an island
on her right and another island right in front of her across the water.
There were palm trees lining a beautiful beach with pale brown
sand and little black bumps sticking up in rows. Off in the distance,
Carey thought she saw a girl in the water. Worried for a second,
she decided that the girl knew what she was doing and left the
window.

    Sitting on the bed with her face in her hands and starting to cry, 
Carey pinched herself to see if she was really awake. She received
an "Ouch! Shit!" as her response. Carey looked up and saw an old,
almost full length mirror in the corner. Looking at herself, she thought,
'Well that answers it, this isn't really me. It's sorta me I guess, but not
really.....damn if I don't look different somehow, but it must be really
me'.

    I got up from the bed to stand in front of the mirror and get a closer
look. My hair is about the same color, but a little longer and a little
more red in the brown. There are golden highlights that seem to be
natural from the sun. It hangs down in large coils in tresses. My eyes
are the same, but my skin is darker. More tan I think. I have freckle!
Not many freckles, but a few under my eyes and beside my nose.

    Just an old gray tee shirt with the seams coming out of the 
shoulders. That's apparently my nightdress. It say's Baldwin 
Athletic Dept. on the front and that is all faded blue. It hangs about 
mid thigh, so I pulled it up to my navel. Whomever I am, I need to 
find some scissors. I don't like a big bush or anything. In fact, I 
have about the same amount of hair there, but it's lighter and needs 
a good trimming.  I don't wear a bikini either. Well, maybe it's a 
bikini, but it isn't as small as I like. I can tell exactly how big it is
because my skin is white enough there that I wouldn't need one
from a distance.

    Almost afraid to look, I pull the shirt up to my neck. Jeez, I don't
mind showing that part at least. The tan line around my breasts 
almost wasn't. My breasts are really mine, maybe a little fuller and the 
nipples are certainly darker. I like them....I want to keep them no
matter who I really am.

    Okay this dream is really getting wild and I wish that I would hurry
and wake up. There is a acoustic guitar in the corner. This one says
Gibson, it has a very dark brown finish like koa and there is a number
on it. I'd like to trade my little Fender for it, but she wouldn't be
foolish enough to do that. There are three other smaller guitars too.
The aren't really guitars, they are ukulele. 'Oo koo lay lee', I think,
'and not you ka lay lee' and being sure how I would know that. There
are two funny looking little hollowed out logs with long, cone shaped
sticks next to them too. 'Some sort of drums'.

    The dresser was next to the window by the bed. I hated to be
snoopy, but I didn't ask to be here. Besides, I needed some 
underwear. I opened the drawer and sure enough, plenty of panties.
Like two pair of socks, but lots of panties. I rummage around in there
and can't find any that I like. Not one pair of string bikini. I mean 
some are cute alright and they are bikini, but more standard bikini.
Some of the panties are solid color and lined. 'She dances.', I 
thought'.

    Okay then, no panties that I will wear (they still have the tags
too), I don't care about socks, but this tee shirt's gotta go. There is
a closet in the corner next to the instruments. I opened the door
slowly in case she's hiding in there, but she isn't. The first thing
I looked for was shoes. There are no shoes. There are no shoes
anywhere in this room. Lots of bras hanging neatly on hooks. Even
some cute tops and skirts. 'The poor girl has no shoes'. There are a
mass of brightly colored pieces of cloth. I take one off of a hook
and look at it. It's just a rectangular piece of cloth. There must be
one hundred of rayon and cotton pieces of cloth like this. All in 
bright colors and all with flowers on them. I found and exceptionally
pretty one, wrapped it around me, tied a square knot on the left
side, and rolled it over a couple of times so that the lowest part was
above my knees. I shoved the top down until it was just hiding the
start of my pubic hair and a line of white skin showed .

    Lots of bras too. Some are obviously not for everyday wear. I 
mean, honestly, coconut bras? There are three white ones handy
and they all say 33-35 B, or 34 B. I need to leave a note for her
that Macy's will have a small C cup that will fit these titties much
better. Okay, shuck the bra too.

    Wait though! There is a pretty tank way back there. I love the
peach color, so I off the gray rag and put it on. She must have 
gotten it at a retro thrift store though because it comes down below
my tummy button by six inches. I look in the mirror, match as well
as can be expected in a skirt with big flowers on it, and go on to
explore this place before I wake up or somebody calls the police.
Maybe the three bears are on their way even.

    There is a room almost across from mine (mine?). I look in and
there is a lady in there that has something hooked to her wrist and
nose. She gets ill sometimes and stays ill for a while. She always 
gets better, but the times between getting better and getting ill are
shorter and shorter. She seems fine this morning, but I went in and
checked anyway. Peaceful and asleep, I kissed her on the forehead
and leave.

     At the bottom of the stairs, there is a short hallway. I tiptoe down
to an open door near the end. There is a strange man asleep in
the room and I can hear him snore. I can't see much except his
face and a tattoo on his right arm. He is very handsome. There is
a bathroom across the hall, so I stop to use it. I want to snoop, but
really already know what's in the cabinet, so I straighten myself and
go back into the hall. The huge living room was an experience. It
had open windows like the room upstairs and ceiling fans that were
busy thumpa thumping. It has a beautiful view of the sea and the
island across the water. Real hardwood floors too. Covered with
small rugs, but bright and shiny. Old, but clean and fresh smelling
couch and chairs. No TV set though. Can you imagine?

    The kitchen is something else too. Everything is new and shiny.
Well, not new but new if you know what I mean. You probably don't,
but it is like stuff from old TV shows, but like it was new two years
ago. It is big....these people like the kitchen. A TV too! I was getting
worried. A small TV, but a TV. I looked out through the window on the
side and spotted a rusty old Jeep. Somebody had done a pissy job of
trying to cover a white star and US Army with a spray can. Next to
it is a new, old car. I don't know what kind of car it is. It's really
dusty and I can't see the front or the license plates.

   The big doors to the kitchen were wide open. I opened the screen
and stepped out onto a big veranda that seemed like it almost circled
the house. Next to the door was a big pile of shoes. I found the shoes.
Not all are shoes, most are sandals and thongs. Slippers they call
them here (don't ask how I could know that either). I decide to go
down to the beach. It would seem to me, given the dark brown of
my titties, that beach attire here meant no top. Sounding like a nice
way to live, I took off the tank and draped it over the rail.

    The beach is a short walk from the house. The closer I got, the
louder the surf got. I found my way down a little trail to the sand and
was instantly glad that I didn't bother with "slippers" because the
sand was so soft, that I sank to my ankles. Sorta hot though, even
at this time of the morning, so I rushed to the slow crawl of the
water left behind. 'This is nice', I was thinking.

    When I tore my eyes off of the tiny crabs trying to beat the sea,
I spotted the girl that I saw before coming toward me on the beach.
As she got nearer to me, I could see that she was dressed (or not)
just like me except her skirt is green and mine is yellow. She had
a band made of tightly rolled cotton around her waist that was
strung through a big sheath. The sheath had a very large knife
inserted in it. Water was still dripping off of her waist length hair,
down her dark skin and over her large breasts. The light wind was
blowing her skirt away and I could see the vee of her thighs and
mound. She is nearly hairless down there, but what dark brown
curls that are there, blend well with her incredible soft skin and the
curve below her navel. There are no tan lines.

    "Aloha kakahiaka Tihani." I said, fiddling with the gold dolphin on 
the end of a long gold chain around my neck.

    "Aloha and Good morning to you too Kali.", She answered.

    "I saw you off the reef in the kai this morning. You know how
dangerous that is. You should have come and gotten me." I scolded.

    She held up a little net bag with some red-orange stuff in it and said,
"My father got drunk and fell down last night. He hurt his leg and I need 
some to stop infection.

    "Did you hear them last night Kali?"

    "The drums? Of course I did, they were for you. It was your 
birthday yesterday and you didn't go."

    "You believe everything that Kumu tells you."

    "Ae. Yes I do, and so do you or you wouldn't hear them."

    "I can't dance like you and you wouldn't go with Me.", She said
turning away.

    "I can't go with you and you will be able to dance for them when
the time comes. I told you that. Did you go there this morning?"

    Tihani reached in back of her and retrieved a small lei of white
and yellow plumeria. "Ae and there were no footprints. Only this."

     "The 'Old Ones' don't leave footprints. There will be none until
you dance. The lei is for you and there will be one there every year
on your birthday until you dance." I took the lei from her and 
placed it over her head.

     Tihani walked past me and turned, "Mahalo nui loa Kali. I really
love you know?"

     "I know. I love you too Ti."

      She walked a few more paces and turned again. "I read a story
and have haole names your you and me."

     "I have a haole name Ti."

     "Forget that. My name is Shelly and you are Soo Sea."

     "Susie you mean?...like with a 'Z'?"
   
     "That's what I said, Sue Sea."

     "Okay. Kukana; Susan...Sue, Susie...Kukana Kalilani...Nice
Tihani. Mahalo." I answered after her as she walked away. I heard
her yell toward the wind, "It's your turn soon you know?"

    "Ae." Yes, I know. I am as frightened as she is and she knows
that too.

    I walked for another half an hour or so past the big rocks that
protruded into the kai and on to a grove of coconut palms. It was
very quiet there, even the surf seemed nervous about disturbing the
air. I quickly turned around and left the place as fast as my feet 
would take me without running. 

    On the way back to the house, I saw a big crane looking thing far 
off and above the trees and outcropping. 'There are getting to be so
many hotels.', I thought, 'Dad say's it's good, but I think everything 
will be ruined. I know one thing though, part of that one is in the 
King's Walk and they will be ever so sorry that they built it there.'

    When I reached the top of the steps, I put the tank back on. It
came to me that yellow and peach didn't really go together, but then
everything else was strange too. I had lots of chores today, but one
very important one this morning. My favorite chore of all. 

    I started the coffee and the teapot. While I was grinding the tiny
yellow flowers for my tea. Tihani and I gather them from the mauka
(hillside). They are to keep our periods regular and prevent 
"accidents". Anyway, as I was grinding the nasty stuff in the jar, I
noticed a calendar on the wall. I put down the jar and went to look
at it. I lost interest quick when the date said "1976". I turned suddenly
because there were dates circled. Like yesterday with a big heart
in red around it. I thumbed through and found my birthday was 
circled too.

   Okay, this wasn't fun or funny anymore. I sat at the big kitchen 
table and started to cry. The teapot started to whistle and that shook
me loose again. No sense to cry, it would be over soon. I hope.
I got up and made my tea (lots of sugar and lemon). Then I prepared 
the coffee. One teaspoon of sugar and a little bit of half and half.
I gathered the cup of coffee, my tea cup and saucer and went 
down the hall for my first chore. I love these Sunday mornings.

    The handsome man was sitting up in bed when I came in. He
said, "I could smell the coffee clear in here."

    "Good morning Daddy." I reached to the side, rolled up the skirt
and untied it. After I tossed it over a chair, I approached the bed.

    He said, "Good morning Princess." and then he looked down
below my tummy and said, "No panties?"

    "Couldn't find any that I liked."

    "You must have a hundred pair in your drawer."

    "I want some little ones...ones that have strings on the side...not
that you tie, but small you know? Will you buy me some?"

    He pulled back the cover and patted the bed. "I'll buy you 
anything that you want sweetheart. Do they sell those in stores or
do we have to get them from a catalog?"

   I crawled into the bed next to him and said, "I have no idea 
Daddy. I guess it's no big thing anyway." While the cover was up,
I had a good view of him. Tall, not dark, but well tanned, nice strong
arms and chest, brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Tight white boxers
with a big bulge in them. I almost lost my breath when I saw the 
outline of what caused the bulge. He was giving me the same sort
of look at my pantyless bottom too.

    He took his coffee, I took my tea and we chatted for a few 
minutes. I told him about meeting Tihani, he asked me about how
Mom looked this morning. We just talked comfortably. I was starting
to get restless thinking about the man in those white boxers. There
was a gnawing in my lower tummy and a feeling in my vagina that
he had the cure for. I lifted the cover again and could see that the
bulge had lost room in the boxers and was sticking out of the hole
in the front. I put my tea on the night stand and then pulled the tank
top off over my head, then slide down beside and very close to him.
He put his coffee aside and then pushed the covers down and out
of our way. I reached over and found a button on his boxers. In
fact there were three buttons but two were undone. In a second the
last button was unfastened and I put my fingers against his cock.
I felt every little bit of it with my fingers and then under him to his
big balls.

    I now had full view of his cock. It was long and thing like Tad's.
His balls were big and heavy....like Tads. He had more hair than
Tad too. His chest, stomach and legs were hairy too. Not too hairy.
Not like a bear or anything, just sexy. Just real sexy. I put my hand
around it and could barely touch my fingers. He groaned when I
started to stroke it. I had an almost uncontrollable desire to put my
mouth around it. I did. I leaned over and took it in my mouth. There
was precum running down the tip and I sucked that in to my mouth
first, then the tip, then I took all but a few inches deep into me. I
sucked him. He held my head gently and mumbled, "Oh God." or
something, but I really wasn't listening to him. I was fucking him
with my mouth.

    His need was powerful because I didn't get a chance to suck him
for very long. He stiffened and I felt his cock swell a little more. 
Then he filled it with his warm, salty semen. I laid my head on his
tummy to swallow and get my breath. He pulled my up close to him
and gave me a deep kiss. The kiss started easily and sweet, but 
soon was filled with passion. When our tongues met and his hand
touched my breast, I felt the shock run through me. His cock was
hitting my thigh and it was either hard again or hadn't gone down.
I can't say that I was annoyed at that.

    He was kissing all over my neck and shoulders. His hand left
my tit and he kissed each of those. Then his fingers were parting
me and I felt his big finger penetrate my flowered pussy. He rolled
on his back, taking me with him, and whispered, "Straddle me."
I did as he wanted and with my pussy just over his cock he said,
"Put it into your cunt Princess."

    I smiled into his handsome face and said, "You need a shave."
Then, "Are you going to find those panties for me?" But, without
waiting for an answer, I held his cock under me and lowered my
hungry cunt over his cock. "Fuck me." I said.

    "I will." He croaked.

    "Mamma said it was up to me to take good care of you."

    "You do Princess."

    His eyes were closed, but he was holding a cheek of my butt
in each hand and forcing me up and down his shaft. I could feel
it open and close the walls as he fucked. I ground against his pubic
bone when I could. I felt the orgasm forming somewhere far away
and was trying to coax it closer. I was getting help as he held me
tight and raised his hips to force his cock ever deeper. I came.
I came hard. Not once, but a series of hard waves until I felt him
bury all the way and stop. He shuddered and I could feel the 
throbbing inside. When I pulled up, his cum ran down my legs and
on to his thighs and balls.

     "And then I woke up again next to you Tad."

     "I thought something was bad wrong Carey. I decided that you 
were having and naughty dream, so I used my fingers to help."

     "It was so real. I was there and the wind was even blowing my
hair and skirt. The water was cool on my feet. Tihani was so
beautiful that she made my heart almost stop."

    "Who is she Carey? Is she part of us. Is Mika not the one and
Tihani is."

     "I don't now, but someday we must go and find her."

     "Where? Where is this place? If that calendar is right, then she
must be older than Mom."

     "I think she will be our age Tad. I don't know where it is. On
some island I guess. The calendar said Lu Chow Laundry, 
S. Kihei Rd."     

     "Must mean South Kihei Road. We can maybe find it on the
computer."

     "Let's try. Then figure out how we can someday go there."

    "What if it's a big place Carey."

    "We'll find her or she'll find us. I just know it."

     "Carey? That's a pretty necklace. I've never seen it before. Who
gave it to you?"

    "My kumu when I was ten years old."

    "Make love with me Princess.", Tad whispered in her ear.

    "Ae. Yes."
  
The last chapter of our story, maybe the beginning for Carey and
Tad.

Afterword:

    Ae (almost aye, but not quite) Yes

    Kumu (Koomoo) is a hula teacher or master.
    
    Haole (Hah olie) is a term first applied to British sailors. It is has
             come to mean caucasion and in no more derogatory than
             Native American, German, or Latino.

    "Old Ones" refers to the spirit of the Tahitians that arrived more 
than 850 years ago. The Old Ones have no notion of skin color or 
origin of birth. A group of people may be walking the beach late at 
night and one person hear the drums and the others not.

    The "Kings Walk" refers to a place where the king took his family
for strolls and the children to play. A certain hotel has a wing that
is mostly closed because people complain of loud noises and
children laughing at night. The builders wouldn't listen when they 
were told where the path actually was.

My reward is your mail and it's welcome
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