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                           Perpetual Pedophile
                           by Paul Phenomenon

Copyright© 2002 by Paul Phenomenon


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Description: During each of my many and varied lives over the last thousand years or so, I have been a pedophile.

Codes: mf ff rom 1st teen cons pedo inc bro sis group oral mastrb
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Chapter 1


During each of my many and varied lives over the last thousand years or so, I have been a pedophile.

How, one could ask, did I know such a fact? Well, I started to remember a few years ago. The memories started to move through my mind about the time puberty struck. At first the memories of my past lives confused me as they flooded my consciousness, nearly driving me mad, but eventually they also comforted me, actually became my friend and protector. For example, they informed me puberty had always initiated my remembrance of past lives. The changes in my body transforming me from a boy into a man, or a girl into a woman, released the memories from my subconscious. They protected me because I knew without needing to ask that no other human I had ever met over the ages remembered who he or she had been in a previous life, at least not consciously, so in this life I would not make the mistake of asking. Having a thousand years or so of history and life's experiences stuffed into one's head helps one avoid repeating mistakes. Also, in a different past life, I had divulged my past lives to others, and I had been locked away with some real nut cases for years. I wouldn't make that mistake again.

That isn't to say I would go through life this time around without making a mistake. My character had been formed about a thousand years ago. I can't remember my very first encounter with life as a human much like a grown man or woman can't remember their first few years after birth, but I did remember far enough back to realize my character defects tended to raise their ugly heads life after life.

Especially my major character defect. Whether born in the 10th Century or the 21st, whether a male or female, Chinese or Italian, or during my current life as Paul Johnson, a fourteen-year-old boy living in a small mining town in Nevada in the United States, I was and am a pedophile. Specifically, young girls define my sexual preference; say girls aged ten to twelve or thirteen. Pubescent girls have always excited me more than grown women, and I guess they always will. This was the case even when I existed as a female - no, especially when I was a female.

In my immediate previous life I was an oriental female. Amazingly, I even remembered the Mandarin language. The life before my Chinese experience, I was an impoverished Italian Count. Yes, I understood and could read Italian and a host of other languages - a fact I kept to myself. At one time or another over my various trips through life, I'd been born both male and female of many races and in many countries. I'd been a child of both peasants and aristocracy. I'd died young and lived to an old age. I'd been rich and poor, powerful and weak, and a slave but never a slave owner. I'd assumed the mantle of many vocations and professions, fathered and gave birth to countless children, and under local customs worshiped various Gods under the direction of many self-appointed shamans. I even paid and dodged taxes. When life allowed I didn't steal, and I didn't kill unless to defend a loved one, or myself. I honored my parents if they deserved respect, and rarely coveted my neighbor's wife - his young daughter was another matter.

Sexuality is a strong defining force. I knew without doubt this life like my others would take me down the pedophile path. Without the memories, I might not have recognized my perversion until later in life. But when I added circumstances I had experienced during this life to previous lives' memories, I knew I was fated once again to be reviled by my fellow humans unless I used the wisdom accumulated during past lives to hide my kink while practicing my perversion. And my accrued wisdom would need to be applied soon, beginning that night if I had read the signs correctly.

You see, I have a younger sister named Catherine, and she has friends that visit our home. Kate's ten years old, and her girlfriends range from nine to twelve. One of these nymphets in particular intrigued me, a gangly redheaded tease named Piper.

Covered with freckles, Piper sported the cutest, tightest little butt in this hemisphere and beyond - at least to my way of thinking. Deep green eyes twinkled mischievously when they flirted with me to test her budding eleven-year-old sexuality. When she looked at me she saw me as I was: an apparently shy teenager with a shock of blond hair, a reasonably attractive body and face that frequently displayed a boyish grin. What she didn't realize was I had lost my virginity the first time over a thousand years ago and many times since, and during my various lives I had often been a girl her age, so generally, I knew her thought processes, the feelings coursing through her young body, her desires, and most of all, her fears. As a girl, I had experienced all her current emotions and by and large knew how to manipulate them to my benefit to satisfy my perversion. Also, I had a few years before being sexual with a pubescent girl would label me a pedophile. That's one advantage a teenaged pedophile enjoys. Later, after turning eighteen, I'd need to take greater care when I felt the urge for a young girl.

Before proceeding, I needed to test the nymphet. Could Piper keep a secret? Very few girls, if any, could experience the joys of sex without telling someone, and then that someone would tell his or her best friend, and so forth and so on, until everyone in our small community would be aware of my propensity for young girls and revile me. I decided to proceed cautiously.

A slumber party organized by my sister consisting of four girls gave me the opportunity. The giggling cluster of budding femininity had spread their sleeping bags under the stars in the backyard that night. I briefly split Piper from the herd of nymphets when she entered the house alone.

"Piper, may I ask you a question?"

My voice startled her. I'd been in the living room when she walked by me, waving a greeting and her cute butt at me as she proceeded to the bathroom, but in the interim, I'd moved to a shadowy corner of the kitchen.

"Oh, Paul, you scared me."

I laughed softly. "Sorry. Can you keep a secret?"

"What? What do you mean?" She batted her eyelashes at me, and her cute butt twitched alluringly under the pajamas she wore.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes, of course."

"Come here."

She stepped toward me timidly, stopping about two feet from where I stood out of sight from the peering eyes in the backyard.

"Closer," I said softly.

She took another step and looked up at me adoringly with those deep-green eyes.

I reached and caressed her cheek and her long, lovely neck. She shivered.

"Do you like me?" I asked.

She nodded and swallowed.

"Good. I think you're really sexy." My hand moved down and fondled the small bump that was her breast. I felt the nipple lengthen under my fingers. She moaned and leaned into my hand. "Would you like to be my secret girlfriend?"

Again she nodded. Her eyes shined and her face flushed either from embarrassment or from arousal. Even with my massive accumulated wisdom, I didn't know which emotion caused the blush - maybe both.

"Excellent. Do you know why you must be my secret girlfriend, not just my girlfriend?"

She shook her head, seemingly unable to speak.

"Because I'm in high school, and you're in grade school. If anyone finds out about us, I'd be labeled a cradle robber, or worse, but I like you, and I think you're sexy, and I'd like to be your boyfriend if you promise not to tell a soul."

She licked her lips and croaked, "I promise."

Ah, she could speak. She gasped when my hand cupped her cunt over her pajamas and pressed my fingers against her emanating heat. Her narrow hips rotated slightly toward my exploring fingers, so I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. I soon wondered who'd taught her to kiss, because she was definitely not a novice. My hands explored her gangly form as my tongue searched her mouth for erogenous areas that excited her. I had to break the kiss. I think she would have continued the embrace indefinitely.

"Goodnight," I whispered. "Remember, this is our secret. Okay?"

"Yes."

I reluctantly stepped back and started to walk away.

"Goodnight, secret boyfriend," Piper said reverently just before I disappeared from her view.

I waited about a week - time enough for the word to spread if Piper told anyone. Nothing. The nymphet had passed my first test - probably. Time for the next one, only this test wasn't about her ability to keep a secret. I wanted to test her readiness to explore her sexuality. Though her response the night of the slumber party indicated she was more than ready, I needed to determine her fears and inhibitions.

Propitiously, she called the house supposedly to talk to my sister. I guessed she'd tired of waiting for my next move. I was alone in the house. Dad and Mom were at work, and Kate was with another friend, so I asked Piper to join me. I told her we needed to talk about the night I kissed her. She lived up the street, so five minutes later I heard a knock at the door.

She wore a pair of tight shorts - tight across her cute butt, but loose around her slim legs - sandals, and a t-shirt. I noticed bra and panty lines. I sat her on the sofa in the living room and snagged two colas from the refrigerator before I sat next to her, offering one to her without a glass.

"Did you keep our secret?" I asked after gulping cola from the can.

Ladylike, she sipped the cola and nodded. Smiling, she crossed her long legs, legs just starting to take on the shape of a young woman. "I didn't tell a soul."

I returned her smile and asked, "Did you touch yourself in your sleeping bag the other night after you left me?"

Her eyes widened and she blushed.

When she didn't answer, I added, "I did. Touched myself, that is. When I went to bed I was so excited I couldn't help myself, or rather I did help myself." I chuckled. "Well, did you?"

"Uh-huh." Her blush deepened.

"Sexy. Very sexy. I masturbate a lot, and since our kiss, you've been the girl in my imagination when I do it. What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"

"Yeah." She bowed her head in embarrassment as she uncrossed and re-crossed her gangly legs.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Sort of. I've never talked with a boy about... you know."

"Sex? Masturbation?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you want to change the subject?"

She shook her head.

"Good. Sex is my favorite subject. I learned how to masturbate through trial and error. Did you learn how to do it by yourself, or did someone teach you?"

She gulped and remained silent.

"Let's see. You have an older sister. My guess is she taught you. Correct?" My experiences in my past lives indicated an older sibling or friend of the same gender often taught a girl or boy how to perform the delightful but essentially lonely pastime.

Piper nodded and her red locks shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the living room window. The conversation had pushed my cock erect, creating a substantial tent in my shorts. Piper had glanced furtively at the bulge from time to time.

"Are you getting excited?" I asked. "I certainly am, as you've noticed. You felt my erection against you the other night when we kissed. Have you ever seen a hard cock before?"

She gasped. I had used the vernacular word for a penis purposefully to gauge her reaction. I didn't expect her to answer my question, but she surprised me.

"Yes, but not..." She blushed. "On a baby boy, not a - not a real one."

"Would you like to see mine?"

She nodded, tentatively at first but the gesture soon became eager, so I fumbled with my jeans and shorts and finally pushed them down to my knees. My hard cock flopped up and waved at her. Pre-cum dribbled from the end of it. I grasped it in my fist and stroked it while I studied her reaction. She licked her lips while her eyes focused on my hard-on. After a few seconds, she raised her eyes to mine.

"It's big," she whispered in awe. "Bigger than I thought it would be."

I smiled inwardly. The girl was ripe, but she was also afraid as she wondered if my long, thick cock would fit into her tight, virginal cunt. She didn't need to be fearful. I had no intention of trying her pussy out for size that day. I planned to move slowly.

"Piper, though I want you, I'm not ready to go all the way, not yet. I hope you're not disappointed." She gazed at me with her wide green eyes and shook her head. "But I'm very excited," I continued. "Have you ever masturbated with anyone before?"

Again she surprised me when she nodded.

"Who?" I asked and her response pleased me greatly.

"I can't tell. It's a secret." She grinned at me and added, "And I know how to keep a secret."

I had found a gem - a sexy, ripe nymphet who knew how to maintain a confidence.

"Would you like to masturbate with me?"

"You mean... ?"

"Yeah, let's watch each other masturbate until we come."

Her frightful gaze flitted around the room searching for possible observers.

"We're perfectly safe. If my mom or dad comes home unexpectedly, we can hear the gravel crunching in the driveway in time to pull our clothes on, and Kate is with Eleanor. They went to Ely to shop, and she won't be home for a couple of hours." Ely was the closest town to McGill, the small community where I lived. Thirteen miles away, Ely contained shops nonexistent in McGill.

I stroked my cock and her eyes moved to the motion.

"Okay? We won't even touch each other. I promise," I said.

Still, she sat immobile.

"Please show me your pretty pussy, secret girlfriend," I persisted.

She swallowed and reached for the zipper at the side of her shorts. Unlike me, she didn't merely push them to her knees. She removed them completely and folded them neatly, placing them on the arm of the sofa for easy access if needed. She did not remove her panties. I could smell her arousal - the very first time during this life the delightful scent had assailed my nostrils. The sexy fragrance made my cock throb.

She placed one bare foot up onto the sofa leaving the other on the carpet, effectively splaying her legs and offering me a marvelous view. I noticed a few errant red pubic hairs poking out of the leg band of her white cotton panties.

"Jeez, you're sexy!" I exclaimed.

She appeared pleased with my compliment, but confused, too, and I understood her reticence. I'd been there, done that in a previous life. She didn't consider herself pretty, let alone sexy. She felt too tall and too skinny; her feet were too large, and her breasts were mere bumps, just starting to develop, and she hated her freckles.

"I love long, slim legs on a girl, Piper, and I like the color of your hair, which complements your lovely green eyes perfectly. I even like your freckles; they give you character, make your pretty face and form more interesting."

"I hate my freckles! Hate them!" she exclaimed.

I laughed while I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my jeans and briefs. Like her, I pulled my left leg up onto the sofa, leaving my right foot on the carpet and leaned back against the arm of the couch. I fondled my balls while I watched the fingers of one of her hands caress a thigh.

I grasped my cock again and stroked it. "Come on," I encouraged. "Take off your panties and show me your pussy. I'm naked. Get naked with me, girlfriend."

She shivered, but reached and peeled off her panties. While she pulled off her t-shirt, I gazed at her youthful flower. Her pubic bush was so sparse I could see skin between the hairs. The outer labia were puffy and so tight together I couldn't see inside the crease - an exciting, youthful cunt - girl cunt, my favorite kind. I raised my eyes to her breasts as she hesitated while reaching behind to unsnap her bra.

"Your cunt is gorgeous," I said, again testing her reaction to dirty words. She didn't flinch. "Go ahead. Take off the bra. I know your breasts are just starting to develop. You might not believe me, but it's true. I prefer small breast to large ones. I'm an aberration, I guess."

"Aberration?" she asked, obviously not understanding the word.

"I'm aberrant. I deviate from the normal or typical. I like small breasts. They excite me. Large, sagging tits turn me off."

"Oh," she remarked as she grinned and unsnapped her bra, adding it to the neat pile of clothing stacked on the arm of the sofa. Suddenly she felt bashful and cupped her breasts with her hands. Both feet now rested on the couch, and she closed her legs.

"Please don't hide yourself, Piper. Seeing you naked really excites me."

She looked up at me but didn't remove her hands or spread her legs.

"When you masturbate, do you play with your tits?"

"Uh-huh."

"Show me."

"This is really embarrassing, Paul."

"I know, but it's exciting, too, huh?"

She reluctantly nodded, and finally I watched as she caressed her tiny breasts and tweaked her nipples with her fingers. Her areolas were about an inch wide, maybe a little more, and her tiny nipples looked like abbreviated pencil erasers - typical of a girl her age. I disliked large, baby-chewed nipples. I wanted the tits I played with to be youthful, budding, sort of like Piper's, maybe a little larger. God, I was hot. I stopped stroking my cock.

"Beautiful. You have beautiful breasts, Piper. I hope they don't get too big."

She smiled, and her fingers became bolder. Her legs had spread a little without volition, I assumed, so I lowered my gaze to her cunt again.

"Spread your legs for me."

One knee dropped horizontal and the other moved away until it encountered the back of the sofa. The balls of her feet rested together but were far enough away from her pussy so they didn't block my view.

"Outstanding!" I gushed. "That's the prettiest cunt I've ever seen, though to be honest, I've only seen one other real one, but compared to the pictures of pussies in Playboy and Penthouse, I'd place the beauty of your pussy right up there with the prettiest of them."

She squirmed with pleasure my words evoked, and one of her hands traveled down from a breast until she cupped her cunt with it.

"Yeah," I said and increased the pace of my strokes. "I'm getting really hot." I stopped stroking and removed my hand from my cock. "Too hot. Catch up with me."

She focused on my waving cock now fully exposed to her view, and I watched her push her middle finger into her slit. It curled inward, obviously sliding inside her cunt a little.

"Uh-huh. Show me how you do it. Finger fuck yourself for me, girlfriend. Are you hot? Are you getting close?"

"Uh-huh." Her finger slipped upward and gently encircled her clitoris without touching it directly. The digit, wet from her juices, spread moisture around the bundle of nerves. Returning to her opening, she acquired more of her natural lubricant and quickly returned her fingers to her clit, this time touching it directly. She gasped as she repeated the process a few more times until her entire vulva shined with her juices.

"Touch yourself again, Paul," she said between gasps.

I reached and wrapped my throbbing cock with my fist. "What am I doing?" I asked. I wanted her to talk nasty for me.

"Playing with yourself," she said and blushed, but continued when I raised my eyebrows in a silent query. "You're jacking off."

"Yes, I'm jacking off, and what are you doing?"

She giggled. "I'm jilling off."

"What else?"

"Finger fucking!" she said forcefully with a rush of air. "I'm finger fucking my cunt!"

Suddenly, the hand she'd been using to tease her nipples moved down to her cunt, and a finger disappeared inside while the fingers from her other hand flashed back and forth over her clit. She moaned loudly and her hips started to rotate, enhancing the connection of her fingers to her cunt. The finger inside her cunt went inside as deeply as it could, and I wondered if she'd already lost her virginity. In any case, her hymen had been ruptured, a fact that didn't upset me. I didn't enjoy tearing the worthless membrane. The blood and the pain often ruined the first fuck for a girl, which ruined it for me, too.

My hand now flashed up and down on my cock. I recognized the signs of Piper's pending orgasm, and I wanted to come at the same time she climaxed. Red blotches appeared on her neck and upper chest, competing with her mass of freckles. Her nipples stood stiff and turgid, and her eyes had rolled back into her head. She panted, and her hips really took off.

"I'm coming!" she wailed. "Coming! Coming! Come!"

"Me, too!" I shouted.

Her eyes snapped open with the sound of my voice, and she gazed at my cock. My body stiffened and I raised my butt from the sofa as the first contraction from my orgasm struck me. My balls tightened and my come rushed through the length of my cock, jetting from the end of it, flying high into the air to settle down and puddle on my belly and lower chest.

"Yes!" Piper exclaimed and shuddered as the sensations of her orgasm spread throughout her body, but still she kept her eyes opened and focused on my ejaculating cock until after the next spurt of semen flew high, this time falling straight down over the head of my shaft and stroking hand. Piper eyes slowly closed as she let her orgasm take full control of her consciousness. She made little mewing sounds and panted as contraction after contraction jerked her little body in quick succession. Her rotating hips started to slow down about the time I collapsed back to the sofa. A few seconds later, her lovely pubescent body went limp. She lay there with her legs splayed and her hands resting on her swollen and red-blotched pussy. Occasional orgasmic aftershocks shook her, but each shock appeared softer until they disappeared completely.

Her eyes opened seconds later. She smiled softly, and languid with the afterglow of a climax, she took a few deep breaths. She looked so lovely, I couldn't resist, so I rolled between her splayed legs and kissed her softly and murmured how beautiful I thought she was. She kissed me back with passion and wrapped her long legs around my back. I felt the bottom part of my half-hard, come-covered cock slide through the crease of her cunt. She raised her hips and grasped me tighter with her legs to enhance the connection, moaning passionately into my mouth as she kissed me again. The wet semen on my belly smeared onto hers, and some of the come covering my cock now resided in the crease of her cunt.

"Uh-uh," I said when the kiss ended. "No fucking. Not yet." I pushed myself up and retreated to the other end of the sofa. "You're much too young to have a child, and I'm too young to be a daddy. We'll need protection if we're going to fuck. You've menstruated, haven't you?"

She grimaced. "Yeah, a couple of times."

All her inhibitions had vanished. She continued to lay with her legs spread, exposing her cunt and breasts in all their glory. It was then I remembered how easily she had inserted her entire finger into her pussy.

"Are you still a virgin, Piper?"

"Oh, yes, of course. Jeez, Paul, I've never done anything like this before, let alone... you know."

"I know. I asked only because I noticed how easily you inserted your finger inside your pussy. If your hymen was intact, you..."

"Oh, that. I broke it years ago while riding a horse." Another pretty grimace crossed her face as she shuddered with distaste. "I bled like a stuck pig. My mother told me even though I had lost my maidenhead, I was still a virgin."

"Your mother was correct. Also wise." I rose. "Stay just as you are. I'm going to clean off this sticky stuff, and I'll bring back a warm, damp washcloth to wipe up the mess I made on you when we kissed."

She smiled and nodded. A few minutes later, I stopped dead in my tracks as I watched her rub a finger through the semen I had smeared on her stomach. She brought the finger to her nose and sniffed, and then smiling wickedly, she sucked the finger into her mouth. The sexy sight took my completely flaccid cock to half-hard as I strolled into the room.

Kneeling on the floor next to her, I rubbed the warm washcloth over her stomach and then down the inside of each thigh, finally scrubbing it over her vulva. She purred like a cat.

"That feels so nice, Paul."

I admit, I cleaned her pussy more than it needed, but I didn't want our experimentation to move into new territory, so I stood and said, "We'd better get dressed before Kate arrives home and surprises us."

She rolled her long feet to the floor and looked up at me. She smiled as her gaze traveled down my body until it landed on my half-hard cock. She reached tentatively and returned her eyes to mine.

"May I touch it?" she asked timidly.

"Sure," I said.

Her dainty hand with its long fingers encircled my cock, and it lengthened some more. Her eyes darted back and forth from my face and my cock. She had just watched me jack off, so she knew the motion I preferred, and after a few strokes, my cock became fully erect again.

"Cool," she said and giggled, but suddenly her expression turned serious. "It'll never fit, Paul," she said with fear in her voice.

"Oh, it'll fit, but we won't even try until you say so, until we're both ready."

"Oh, I want to try. I want to try right now, but..." She looked up at me. "I'm glad you're not ready yet. Neither am I."

My cock throbbed but I remained silent.

"Am I doing... uh, am I jacking you off right?" she asked.

"Uh-huh, but we don't have time..."

"I know," she said but continued to stroke my hard-on. "Next time I want to do you like this. I want you to show me how to jack you off until you come. Okay?"

I nodded and gritted my teeth. "I'll let you jack me off if you'll let me finger fuck you."

She flashed me a glorious smile and finally released my cock. "You've got a deal!"



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Chapter 2


As I said, I lived in a small mining community in Nevada, population about 2,000. My father worked in the foundry of the town's major employer, a copper company. The company mined the copper ore from an open pit near a town called Ruth and transported the ore via railroad to McGill where it was milled, smelted and refined. The slightly larger town of Ely bridged the gap between Ruth and McGill and contained the county's only high school.

At thirty-six years old, Dad was a frustrated artist. I think that's why he enjoyed his work in the foundry where he created molds for various equipment needed in the mining operation. On weekends, he frequently took to the mountains and painted landscapes in oil. He won first place in his class for his paintings nearly every year at the county fair.

Mother worked as a cashier in McGill's one small grocery store. She had more friends than anyone I knew. She was a giving person, a real and true friend to those she cared for, helping them when they were sick or in trouble and was always ready to perform a favor. This attitude carried over to our family. She was a loving, nurturing mother. Pretty, too. I had noticed how she turned the heads of both men and women on a few occasions, but as far as I knew, she had remained faithful to my father. I knew they loved each other deeply.

And I loved and honored both of my poor but proud parents. I also knew I would change our financial status within a few years, if not sooner. All things being equal, it is better to be rich than poor. Using the knowledge I had gained over the ages, I knew how to make money, but at fourteen years old, it would be difficult, especially without a stake.

I was sitting thinking about my hour with Piper when Kate arrived from her trip to Ely. She bustled into the house carrying a shopping bag.

"Hi, bro," she said brightly. "I bought a new swimming suit. Want to see it?"

"Sure."

Kate and I were typical siblings. We bickered about petty things and played dirty tricks on each other, some of them a little cruel (Kate was more ruthless than I), but I loved her and knew she loved me. With me four years her senior, we weren't close in the sense that we hung out with each other, but still we did things together. She looked up to me as a big brother, and I watched over her as a little sister.

Kate was the smart one in the family. She had never received a grade in school below an "A". In grade school, I was the opposite, happy with a passing grade, and expending as little effort as possible to achieve it. All that changed when the memories started. They made me mature beyond my years. I was fourteen, but I retained most of the knowledge I had gained in past lives as well as the experience of living in various cultures, all of which gave me an edge in school. In truth, I didn't need to go to school. I rarely learned something new, but the law dictated I attend, and experiences from past lives indicated I should follow the customs of the society in which I lived without making too many waves.

My little sister was also a beauty, which she promptly proved when she returned to the living room and struck a pose that would have given a dead man a hard-on, if the dead man were a pedophile, that is. The bikini enhanced her little, pubescent body. Long, dark hair flowed down around her bare shoulders and framed a beautiful, sculpted face and impish grin. She had bright blue eyes that appeared deeper in color because of her olive complexion. Her lips were full and narrow, and when she smiled her bright-white, perfect teeth shined.

She was smiling. "What do you think?"

"Sexy," I commented.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "What about the back side?"

Surprised, my cock, which had lengthened a little when I first saw Kate in her new bathing suit, now rose to a full erection. For some reason I had not noticed my little sister's ass had taken on the perfect shape over the last few months, passing up Piper in the cute-ass department by far. Kate wasn't a tomboy, but she liked sports, especially swimming, so her body didn't carry any baby fat. The sight before me was a pedophile's wet dream. To my way of thinking, Kate had just become the sexiest girl in our town. Her little breasts pushed out the top half of the bikini. They, too, had grown over the last few months and appeared larger than Piper's, unless the bikini top was padded, or Kate had inserted tissues to enhance their appearance. Before puberty struck her, Kate had not been very modest. I'd seen her often in her altogether, but unfortunately during the past six months, she'd become more private. Now I knew why. She was no longer a little girl. She was a GIRL!

"More than sexy," I muttered. "Dad will pitch a fit if he sees you in that suit."

"Posh, I can handle him," she said as she rubbed her hands over her buns to flatten out any wrinkles in the material stretched tightly over her world-class ass.

I wished briefly I could ape her caress with my own hands. I also wanted to remove the suit and have her pose for me naked. I wanted to study the changes that had happened in her little body and explore her with my hands and mouth.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you can."

I was Mother's favorite, but Kate had Dad wrapped around her little finger. She could get away with murder with Dad unless Mother intervened, and Mother wouldn't interfere regarding the swimming suit. She wouldn't be upset if her daughter looked sexy unless she looked sluttish. To her mind, a sexy girl had advantages over a plain one. Sluts were another matter entirely.

Sitting like I was, I believed my hard-on was hidden from my sister's view, but I was wrong. The direction of Kate's gaze drew my eyes, and I noted a wet spot at the apex of the bulge in my shorts.

I groaned, and knowing the damage was already done, I reached and adjusted my hard cock to a more comfortable and less obvious position. Kate didn't take her eyes off me during the adjustment.

"Sorry, Kate," I said blushing. "As I said, you look really sexy in that outfit."

She smiled wickedly, and I knew my cock had given her the response she had sought. She licked her full lips, turned and left the room. I debated about going to my room and jack off to release the pressure Kate had created. Instead I retrieved a soft drink from the refrigerator, plopped back onto the sofa and turned on the television. I flipped through the channels and found nothing of interest, and my thoughts drifted back to a summer two years before when I was twelve and Kate was eight.

As a little girl, Kate liked me to read to her, cuddling up next to me as I read. I didn't mind, because Kate allowed me to select the books I read. Even so, she appeared to appreciate the range of subject matter offered by my selection. One day while reading, my hand accidentally fell to her slim thigh. She was wearing a short summer dress, and in those days Kate wasn't very modest. She had raised one foot up to the sofa, which caused her dress to puddle around her waist, giving me a view of her panty-covered pussy if I looked.

I looked.

She didn't seem to mind my hand on her leg, so as I read I caressed her smooth, little-girl thigh. My hand traveled up her silky leg getting closer and closer to her pussy. About an inch from my goal, the position of my arm and hand disallowed further exploration unless we altered our positions. Suddenly, Kate turned toward me, and my fingers rubbed across her little, pre-pubescent cunt over her panties. She didn't back away. In fact, she hunched her hips forward a little, pushing her pussy harder against my fingers.

I continued to read while my fingers pressed and petted her cunt. A minute later, I could feel her panties becoming damp. My memories had not arrived yet, so I didn't understand what was happening and wondered if she needed to go to the bathroom. I started to pull my hand away, but Kate stopped me and pushed my hand forcefully against her cunt. Her little hips started to move as she used my hand under both of hers to stimulate her pussy. She moaned a little, and the ratcheting movement of her hips became faster. Her breathing became heavier. I watched in amazement as her little body abruptly stiffened, and she let out a long, low moan. A few seconds later, she went limp and pushed my hand away. When her eyes fluttered open, she looked at me and smiled.

"Go ahead, bro. Finish the chapter."

For the rest of the summer whenever I read to her when we were alone, I played with her pussy over her cotton panties. She never touched me, and we never spoke about the incidents at the time or since. When school started in the fall, story time ended, and she never asked me to read to her again, which made me a little sad. I would have been happy to cuddle and read to her without the sexual play if that's what she wanted.

When the memories started a year later, I played with the idea of manipulating her to reinstate our sexual play, but at the time she didn't fit my ideal as a sex partner. Also, I wasn't ready yet to explore my sexuality beyond masturbation. After the fashion show this afternoon, my attitude about Kate as sex partner changed dramatically.

I groaned. Now I not only had to deal with my pedophilia but also my incestuous desires. Life was getting too complicated and had suddenly become much more dangerous. I decided to control my sexual desire for my little sister and concentrate on Piper.

Hah! I had just made the mistake of thinking I controlled the situation. With my memories, I should have realized Kate's attitude had more to do with what would happen between us than my own, and that fact hit me like a sledgehammer when Kate returned to the living room, plopped down next to me and handed me a book.

"Read to me, Paul. Read to me like you used to."

She wore a short summer dress and pulled one of her feet to the sofa, spreading her legs like she did as a little girl. I cracked the book and read the title and the author's name.

"Let's skip the reading part, Paul," Kate said with a mischievous grin and pulled my hand up under her skirt. Besides skipping the reading part, a few other things had changed since the last time I read to her. Her pussy now had a smattering of pubic hair, and this time she had failed to put on panties when she dressed.

So much for my resolve to make life less dangerous, I thought as my fingers deftly explored my little sister's damp pussy.

She moaned and pressed one of her hands over mine. "I've missed your touch, bro. When I saw the bulge in your shorts a few minutes ago, I just had to feel your fingers on me again. Did I shock you?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, you do know what I like." She moaned and then giggled. "I guess it's like riding a bicycle."

"I guess." I thought Piper had made me hard earlier, buy Kate's shenanigans made my cock harder and longer than it had ever been, especially when she reached with her dainty, small hand and explored its shape through my shorts.

"May I see it?" she asked boldly and fumbled with the top button without waiting for a response. She struggled and grunted with frustration. "Damn it, help me."

I chuckled and soon kicked my shorts and briefs to the floor. Kate's hands returned to my hard-on, this time without any impediments.

"Cool," she whispered in awe. "Oh, Paul, it's all hard and soft at the same time."

My cock jerked and throbbed in her hand.

"And so hot and alive. I love it!" She looked up at me. "Tell me what to do. Show me. You've made me come so many times I owe you big time."

I put my hand over hers to demonstrate how I liked my cock stroked. A quick learner, she soon took over without my help.

I groaned with pleasure, and my fingers went back to her cunt.

"Why now all of a sudden, Kate?"

She shrugged. "It's not really sudden on my part. I've never stopped thinking about what we did a few years ago. I put a halt to our story times, Paul, because I got scared. I got so I wanted you to play with my pussy every day, twice a day, or more. Even at my young age, I knew we were headed for trouble, and you would have been the one to take most of the heat, not me. I didn't want to get you in trouble, so I stopped." She snickered. "It was like going through withdrawal, but I busied myself with school and friends and got through it. Since then, I've teased you, even let you see me naked, but you didn't seem that interested in me, not until today. Anyway, just take my word for it. This isn't sudden. I've been building up to this for a long, long time. Ooh, your fingers know just what to do. I love your touches. And today is so much better. Today, I get to play with you, too. Ah, I'm hot, big brother, so very, very hot!"

So was I. This might be her first time to jack off a cock, but her sudden expertise belied her inexperience. I pushed a finger into her cunt, and it ran into her hymen. She flinched so I backed off a little, finally returning to her throbbing clit.

"Yes! Like that, Paul. Just like that."

She increased the speed of her strokes.

"I'm very close," she said and sucked in air. "I've been daydreaming about you touching me again for so long I was hot before we started." Her eyes focused my cock and her busy hand. "Are you close? Will I be able to make you come like this?"

"Uh-huh. Just keep on doing what you're doing."

We went silent then. I concentrated on her pussy, and she concentrated on my cock, and a minute later I felt her little body stiffen. Momentarily, her hand stopped stroking my cock as her orgasm crept up and overwhelmed her, but with what looked like a monumental effort she remembered her goal, and the stroking resumed.

The sight of her flushed face grimacing with pleasure and the feel of her pulsating cunt on my fingers took me over the edge. I grunted and climaxed shooting sperm into the air. Like Piper earlier that day, Kate stared avidly at my cock as semen jetted out the end. She watched until I fell limp back against the sofa. She continued to watch as semen bubbled out the end, and she stared at my pulsating cock even as her little body shook as contractions continued to roll though her.

She recovered quicker than I did, and rolled over astraddle my lap. She leaned forward, ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me softly. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. The kiss started out romantic but soon became passionate. Kate kissed a lot like Piper, and I wondered fleetingly if they had practiced on each other.

My teenaged cock had softened a little, but when Kate hunched her hips and dragged the bottom side of my shaft through the crease of her cunt, it soon lengthened to a full-blown erection again.

"Ooh, that feels good, bro," Kate whispered passionately, and her sliding hips found a rhythm that seemed to work for both of us, especially Kate because a few minutes later she climaxed again.

I reveled in the fact that my little sister could achieve another orgasm so soon after the last one and wondered if she were multi-orgasmic. And then suddenly it dawned on me that my come-covered cock shouldn't be sliding through the crease of my little sister's cunt. I reasoned a frantically swimming little sperm could find the entrance to her pussy and make the trip down the vaginal canal, wriggle through her cervix and survive the journey beyond her uterus to a fallopian tube where it could say to an ovum, "Howdy, Partner."

When Kate collapsed onto my chest after her climax, I pushed her narrow hips away breaking the connection of her cunt to my cock. She moaned with frustration, so I explained my reasoning. Her eyes grew wide as I spoke.

"Scary," she commented seriously.

"Yeah, very scary, but I think we're okay. We just need to be careful to keep my sperm away from your cunt."

"Cunt?" She grinned and faked being shocked. "That's a really, really nasty word, bro."

"Uh-huh. And what do your call your delightful and very loveable cunt, sis?"

She laughed. "When I want to be nasty, I call it a cunt. It's sure been a cunt this afternoon." She fisted my hard-on. "And what do you call this hard and soft and hot and lively thing?"

"My cock. Sometimes my prick or dick."

"Then cock it is. I love your cock, bro." She started to stroke my shaft again and giggled. "Also your prick and dick." She reached with a finger and captured a blob of come from the end of my cock and raised her finger to her face. She sniffed and then sucked it into her mouth. "Not bad," she commented. "Not good, either. Smells like paste, and the taste is a little salty. Sort of slimy, too. An acquired taste, perhaps? What do you think?"

"I think you're the sexiest creature I know."

She laughed and lost her rhythm. "Sorry," she said and soon regained a smooth stroking motion as her hand slid up and down my hard-on. "Can you come again?"

"I don't know. I was close while you were climaxing, and then I realized the peril of an errant sperm so close to your cunt. Let's take a break." I glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. "We have an hour before Dad gets home. Let's get naked, cuddle on my bed and talk."

"Good plan," Kate said and hopped off my lap.

I picked up my shorts and briefs and we walked together hand in hand toward my bedroom. Inside, she turned her back to me.

"Unzip me, please."

She pulled off the dress and stood naked. My jaw must have dropped because she giggled and performed a perfect pirouette.

"Beautiful," I whispered. "Simply beautiful."

Her breasts were slightly fuller than Piper's, and her figure displayed more subtle curves, but she was definitely still a girl. I loved her look. We tumbled onto the bed and hugged each other.

"I like being naked with you, bro," she said and kissed me quickly, a happy sort of kiss that reflected her mood. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Incest."

Her expression abruptly changed. She looked like she was clouding up to rain. "That's the one subject I don't want to talk about," she said with a groan.

"Denial isn't the answer, sis."

"We're just playing some games, Paul. It's not like we're doing it. What we did isn't incest."

"Let me see if I understand. If we fuck each other we're committing incest, but any other sexual act we commit with each other isn't incest. Is this your belief?" I used the vulgar word purposefully, though I didn't consider it vulgar.

"Yeah, sort of."

"If we get naked like we are, hop into a bed like we have, and I lean over like this..." I licked her tiny nipple and sucked it into my mouth, and then lashed it with my tongue. She moaned and I raised my head "... and suck on your tits, like I just did, then we aren't committing incest. Correct?"

"Right. Do that again, Paul. I liked it - a lot."

I shrugged and attacked her other nipple. She groaned with pleasure and pulled my head tighter to her breast.

I backed away and asked, "What happens if we fuck each other, Kate? If we keep playing sexual games with each other, things will escalate, and before either of us realizes it, we'll be fucking."

"Uh-uh. No fucking."

"Okay, what about oral sex? If I put my mouth on your pussy, like this..."

I pushed her legs wide and rolled between them. Gazing at her face, I waited a few seconds to give her an opportunity to stop me, but she didn't say a word or push me away, so I dipped my head and licked her cunt from her perineum up through the crease to her clitoris. She shivered and grabbed the back of my head with her hands.

A long soft moan escaped her mouth. "Don't stop, Paul. Please don't stop."

I licked her a few more times, but I wanted the conversation to continue, so I rolled away from her.

"Spoilsport," she said with a pout.

"So everything and anything goes except fucking. Right?"

"Uh-huh, especially oral sex. Jeez, Paul! That was amazing. I loved it!"

"What about anal sex?"

"Yuck."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it. Let me give you an example." Again I rolled between her lovely legs, lifted her little butt a short distance off the bed, spread the cheeks of her world-class, pubescent ass, and licked her sphincter. She tried to squirm away from me, but I persisted and soon felt her pushing back at my tongue as it explored her little asshole.

"Damn you," she muttered. "Yeah, I like that, too."

I rolled over next to her again and hugged her. I couldn't keep my hands off her, so I fondled the cheeks of her cute ass with my hand.

She gazed at me with adoration. "You seem to know a lot about sex, Paul. Who taught you about all this stuff, stuff like oral sex and anal sex?"

"No one. I'm a virgin, like you, but I can read, and sex interests me, so I made an effort to learn all I could about the subject."

"What makes you think I'm a virgin?"

"Your hymen is still intact. I felt it earlier when I was playing with your pussy."

"Smarty-pants. Okay. Do we have everything straight now? We can do anything but fuck. Right?"

I laughed. "Kate, we committed incest today, and from all indications we'll commit incest tomorrow. Don't fool yourself. If Dad or Mom or anyone else walked into the room right now and saw us naked and touching each other, whether we've fucked each other or not will be immaterial, and they'll consider us incestuous."

She grimaced. "Yeah, I guess." Then she grinned. "So what?"

"So what?"

"Yeah, so what? I don't care. So we're committing incest. So what?"

I laughed. "Yeah, so what? Fuck it!"

"Yeah, fuck it!"

She kissed me passionately. "And when I'm ready to fuck, I want you to be my first. Okay?"

"You bet. Just say the word."

"Now, about oral sex. Let's..."

"Uh-uh, Kate. Dad will be home in fifteen minutes. We need to get dressed and appear..."

"Spoilsport."

In one day, my sexual horizons had expanded dramatically, and I was in deep shit. I had two girlfriends, and one of them was my little sister. I groaned inwardly. Some day not too far into the future, Kate would find out about Piper, even if I tried to hide the affair. How would she react? Will she expect fidelity from me? Fidelity in a sibling sexual relationship wasn't very smart. Soon, Kate and I needed to explore how we could keep our situation a secret. Piper might not discover my incestuous relationship with Kate, but still the situation was rife with potentially disastrous elements, and all of the disasters were aimed at me.



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Chapter 3


I needed money, if only for condoms, and decided it was time to start changing the family's fortune. But I was a minor, so I needed a front. Dad was the logical choice, but he wasn't a risk taker. That's why he worked for a wage. Mother might do it. She was more adventurous, but she wouldn't oppose Dad or put him down as a man by being my partner to his exclusion.

But, she could help sway him.

I strolled to Kate's room and knocked. She closed the door behind me after I entered and kissed me thoroughly.

"Nice," I said when the kiss ended.

"I hoped to have an opportunity to kiss you goodnight, bro. I really, really enjoyed this afternoon," she said as she fondled the erection she had created with her passionate kiss.

"Yeah, me, too. I stopped by to talk you into going to the mountains with the parents tomorrow. I'm going."

Her happy expression turned sour. "Damn. I was looking forward to a whole day alone here with you. Why did you change your mind, Paul?"

"I need Mom's undivided attention for at least an hour, and there's no better time than while Dad is off painting a landscape. Here at home, I could never get her to stand still that long. Then I need about the same amount of time with Dad."

I could see my explanation only confused her further and decided a rehearsal of the pitch I had planned for the parents wouldn't hurt.

"Kate, do you know about the old Jensen house, the one that's been vacant for about six months?"

"I guess. Why?"

"Well, I want to buy it."

"What?"

I spent the next hour with Kate explaining my project. During my discussion we went to my room where I laid out the business plan I had written. She didn't say much while I talked, except to ask a few very good questions. As I've said, Kate is the smart one in the family.

When I finished, Kate said, "They'll never go for it, bro. It's too bold. But it is brilliant. How do you know about all this stuff?"

Four of the many vocations I practiced in other lives were real estate development, architecture, general contracting, and banking, though to be fair I wasn't a very good banker. I wasn't ruthless enough. But telling my little sister the truth would only cause problems. So I lied, sort of.

"I borrowed some cassette tapes about how to buy real estate with nothing down from Jerry's dad. Then I spoke with Bob Terrance about construction and construction costs under the guise of a school project." Terrance performed most of the remodeling done on the homes in McGill, and I planned to use him as the contractor for my project. "I also interviewed Mrs. Potter at the bank using the same device, Kate."

I did perform all the tasks I mentioned so I would have an explanation about my knowledge of the subject matter in my business plan, though none were necessary except Terrance's knowledge of current construction costs.

"What will you do if the parents won't get involved, bro?"

"Find another partner."

"Do you have anyone in mind?"

"No." I did have a person in mind, but I wasn't about to mention her name to anyone. She'd be the silent partner, not me, and I'd still need a front man for my end of the transaction. Besides, I'd rather have a few successful projects completed before approaching the woman.

"Well, will you go to the mountains with us?" I grinned. "We could take a hike and find a private place in a grassy meadow somewhere."

Her bright eyes shined. "Yes!"

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The hour-long journey to the mountains was painful. Kate teased me unmercifully during the trip and thoroughly enjoyed herself. Mother finally noticed Kate's shenanigans and told her she wasn't being very nice and to knock it off.

"Knock what off?" Dad asked.

"Nothing, dear," Mom replied. "I'm so happy our kids decided to join us today. I'll have company while you're off painting by yourself."

She had turned to the backseat of the car and noticed my pants bulging, which embarrassed me, but didn't upset her. She'd seen me with a hard-on tenting my pants before, quite often, in fact. I was after all a normal teenaged boy. Once during a past life I'd been the mother of a pair of teenaged siblings. The girl teased the boy like Kate teased me to test her developing feminine charms. And like me, the boy's cock usually rose erect. I remember not being upset about my daughter's teasing or the boy's erection. Both were normal. I think Mom's attitude about Kate and me was similar. Mom appeared amused by the situation.

We selected a shaded, relatively private picnic table alongside Timber Creek, and I laid out my project to Mom while she prepared lunch. Dad was off somewhere splashing oil paints on a canvas.

"He'll never go for it, Son," Mom remarked when I finished outlining my plan.

"Why?"

"The whole thing is too risky."

I'd been waiting for such a statement and pulled out my written business plan. "I've described all the risks involved and provided methods to minimize them in my business plan, Mom. Look." I reviewed the plan including the numbers with her and explained how the numbers had been developed and how I'd covered all the risk factors. "The key to the project is turning the Jensen house into a duplex, creating a condominium regime, and selling off each half to bachelors working for the company. They really don't have any housing except the dormitory provided by the Company unless they buy a family-sized home that comes onto the market." I then reviewed the facts about the size of the bachelor market and the probability the units could be sold quickly, though the plan showed a long hold period and still worked financially. I had drawn the existing floor plan of the house to scale and had shown the changes I wanted to make. "I reviewed the plans with Terrance, and he helped me develop the construction costs. Mom, I really want to do this and not just for the money, though we definitely need the money. What happens if the union goes on strike this winter like they did three years ago? We need a nest egg to carry us through any strike or illness."

"True, but..."

"Will you at least support me, encourage Dad to take an honest look at the project, make him at least considers helping me? I'll leave the business plan here, and you can look it over at your leisure. I'll make my pitch to Dad during and right after lunch."

Mom grimaced but nodded. "Okay, but if he says no..."

I pulled Mom into my arms and hugged her. "Thanks, Mom. Thanks a lot. This is very important to me, more important than anything I've ever done."

She smiled. "Okay. I'll help, but don't get your hopes too high, Son."

Suddenly, I felt full of energy. I had jumped the first hurdle obstructing the feasibility of my project without falling on my face. I glanced at my wristwatch. Lunch was a couple of hours away.

"I need to stretch my legs. Want to go for a hike, Kate?"

"Yeah."

"We'll be back for lunch, Mom."

We grabbed our backpacks and headed upstream. Dad had wandered downstream to search for a spot providing a good view as a subject for a painting.

"Good job, bro," Kate commented when we dropped from of Mom's view.

"Thanks. She'll help, but... Damn, I wish Dad... Ah, I'm kidding myself? He won't do it."

"Maybe, maybe not, but you have a shot. Mom can be pretty persuasive."

Fifteen minutes later we found a relatively level spot in a copse of aspen trees surrounded by scrub oak - a perfect private place. I pulled a blanket from my backpack, and Kate laughed when she spread her blanket over mine.

"Great minds, etcetera," I commented. We'd both come prepared. I looked around. We had hiked back away from the stream and partway up the mountain. Only someone above us had an opportunity to see us, and the trees and bushes would probably block even that view. Besides, if anyone were on the hillside, we could see the interloper before he could see us. Unless we made too much noise so another hiker would investigate, or someone merely stumbled upon our location, we were safe from prying eyes. I sat on the blankets, and Kate settled onto my lap and kissed me. She sighed happily.

"This was a good idea, bro. I'm glad we made the trip."

"Yeah, and the next couple of hours will be the best part."

Kate's look had turned sultry, and just her expression caused my cock to lengthen. I loved her little ass in my lap pressing up against my erection. I caressed her developing body over her clothes and kissed her. The kiss soon became passionate, and while we kissed we pulled off our clothes. My mouth found Kate's sensitive nipples, and my fingers petted her hot, already wet pussy. Her hand wrapped my throbbing hard-on.

My sister surprised me when she bent down and licked the crown of my shaft with her tongue. I groaned with pleasure when she sucked in a couple of inches but flinched when her teeth scraped its sensitive surface.

"Sorry," she muttered and returned her mouth to my cock. She had figured out on her own that teeth were a no-no when it came to cock sucking. She pushed her mouth down around my cock until it hit the back of her throat, which caused her to gag a little, so she backed off and looked up at me. "How am I doing? I daydreamed about sucking your cock last night when I masturbated before going to sleep."

"Great! I love your mouth on me. Would you mind some suggestions?"

"Of course not. I'd appreciate them. After all, I've never done this before."

"And, I've never had it done to me, but I watched a porno movie once, and the gal appeared to know what she was doing. First off, as you've already discovered, watch your teeth, and remember a cock is designed for a cunt, so use your mouth as if it were a pussy. Secondly, keep your hand around the base of my cock. Yeah, like that. That way you can stop me from thrusting too deeply into your mouth if I get too excited to realize what I'm doing. Also, the porn star used her hand to jack the cock off at the same time she was sucking and licking. It looked to me like her mouth, lips and tongue along with her hand all became involved in the process. That's all I know. We'll need to play it by ear from there. I'll let you know if you do something I particularly like and vice versa."

"Okay. I love your cock in my mouth, bro. I really like oral sex, whether receiving or giving."

Her mouth returned to my cock. I groaned as her tongue swirled around the shaft as she pulled up. "Yeah," I gushed to reinforce tongue swirling. At first her mouth and hand weren't in sync, but she soon found a rhythm that worked, but the movement of her mouth up and down my cock wasn't fast enough.

"Bob your head a little faster, Kate. Play like your mouth is a pussy. Let my cock fuck your mouth. Oh, yes! Perfect. I love it!"

While she sucked my cock, I played with her pussy with one hand and fondled her tiny breasts with my other, though it was difficult to concentrate on her while she was giving me so much pleasure. I'm getting my first blow job in this life, I shouted silently, and my hips ratcheted up at her mouth making her realize my suggestion about her hand had validity. I was getting close and remembered one other piece of advice.

"You have a choice to make, Kate. Before I come you need to decide whether to swallow my semen, or not. If you'd rather not, at the last moment raise your mouth from my cock and jack me off. Okay?"

She nodded on my cock, which sent thrilling sensations through me. I didn't know whether she would swallow my come when I climaxed, but I hoped she would. Swallowing reduced the amount of mess we'd need to clean up before returning for lunch, but more than that, I think most males feel like the female isn't enjoying herself if she doesn't swallow, which reduces the pleasure for the male.

I didn't have long to wonder. I soon felt my balls tighten, and my cock swelled up. "I'm coming, Kate. I'm coming!" My back arched and body stiffened. I felt my face twist into a grimace as the sensations of my orgasm rushed through me. I grunted with satisfaction and thrust my hips forcefully toward my sister's sucking mouth while grabbing the back of her head at the same time. For a few seconds the copse of trees around me disappeared as all of my five senses failed me, overwhelmed by the sixth one - the pure, exquisite sensations of a powerful orgasm. When I could see again, I looked down and saw my sexy, pubescent sister madly swallowing my come. Some of the white stuff had slipped from her mouth and dribbled down to drip off the point of her chin. I spurted one last blast of semen into her hot, wet mouth and collapsed back onto the blanket.

Still limp, I felt Kate cuddle next to me. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, tasting my semen, but not for the first time. Like most boys I'd been curious and had tasted it before. The come in my little sister's mouth tasted much sweeter than it did when I'd licked it from my finger.

Kate was panting. She had not climaxed while she sucked me off. I had probably ignored her completely after the onset of my orgasm. Recovered enough to return my sexy sister's favor, I pushed her off me, moved over her and kissed her.

"Your turn, sis," I muttered.

"Yeah, my turn," she whispered and shivered in anticipation.

I kissed her neck, nuzzled her little titties, and left wet tracks from small kisses as I traveled down her lovely body. She splayed her legs after I rolled between them. Pulling her feet up next to her tight, round ass, she looked completely ready for my mouth, and I couldn't wait.

The low moan she uttered as I opened wide and covered her entire vulva with my mouth continued without a break as I started to lick her little virgin cunt. I licked the outer lips first, spread them with my fingers, and licked her inner lips and around her engorged clitoris, which caused her continuous moan of pleasure to increase in volume. I curled my tongue and stabbed the interior of her cunt with it over and over again. Her narrow hips started to rotate and her hands went to the back of my head. She was too excited to hold still. When I returned to her clit and sucked it into my mouth she started her climax. Her hands jerked my head tightly to her cunt, and her moan turned into a wail. I reached and covered her mouth with my hand to muffle the sound. Sound carried in the mountains. I didn't want anyone to investigate her cries of pleasure.

Her pussy started to slide on my face, up and down, up and down. I could do nothing except flatten my tongue and let her use for friction against her clit. When she relaxed a little, I licked her outer lips again and stabbed inside her cunt with a curled tongue. The interior of her pussy was pulsating madly and I could only imagine what it would feel like around my cock. I hoped she'd want me to fuck her soon. I was ready now, but the timing was up to her.

To test her readiness to stop my embrace, I moved back to her clitoris and sucked it again. She didn't push me away, which surprised me, so I lashed the little nubbin with my tongue while I sucked it. A minute later, she climaxed again. I continued to test her orgasmic ability, and was able to extract one last orgasm before she pushed my face away from her cunt.

Yep, my sexy little sister was multi-orgasmic. Lucky girl.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her softly. I whispered how beautiful and wonderful I thought she was. I also told her I loved her, kissing her eyes and face and lips intermittently. My hands roamed over her body, caressing her soft, youthful skin. I tried to remember some sexual experiences I had had in previous lives that compared to this one, but none came close unless actually fucking occurred.

"I sure do like oral sex, bro," Kate finally gasped. "You can lick my pussy anytime you want."

"Let's amend that to anytime I want when it's safe, sis." It was time to talk about how we could keep our incestuous relationship from others.

"That goes without saying."

"No, we need to talk about it. No one can know about us, Kate. I'd get into more trouble than you can imagine. I'd be labeled a child molester because of your age compared to mine, and with incest thrown in for good measure, they might just throw away the key."

"Okay, I get the point, bro. Let me enjoy how I feel for a few minutes more, and we'll talk about it." She sighed. "How many times did I come? I lost count. And my orgasms were so intense I nearly passed out. Are you sure you've never done that before. How could you possibly know how to make me feel so good without doing it before? You know how to use your lips and tongue just so at just the right place and with just the right pressure. You're amazing!"

I chuckled. "Thanks. I don't read a lot, not like you, but I've made a point to read about sex, and not just dirty stories. I studied the anatomy of sex."

"Well, you sure know your way around my anatomy. Whew! That was something! Oh, and I loved giving you a blow job, though for the life of me I don't know why it's called a blow job. A suck job, or lick job... no, a mouth job would be more accurate."

I laughed. "How about giving head?"

She joined my laughter. "Yeah."

"Well, you can give me head any time you want. You just helped me have the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced."

She moved closer to me, squirming into the crook of my shoulder and rolling one slim leg over my hip. I could feel her wet pussy on my thigh. She kissed me, a small kiss of appreciation.

"Okay. What was it you wanted to talk about? Yes, now I remember. You want to talk about how to keep our incestuous relationship a secret so they don't throw you in jail and throw the key away. Right?"

"Uh-huh, though I don't think I mentioned jail. I'm a minor, but... I guess jail is a possibility. In any case I'll be in deep shit if we're discovered."

"Something I don't want either. We'll just need to be very, very careful."

"Yes, and I have a few suggestions along those lines, but first I need to ask some questions. Kate, do you expect fidelity from me?"

"Yeah, I guess. Sure. I mean I don't plan to... Why do you ask?"

"We're brother and sister. If we spend too much time together to the exclusion of everyone else, we'll attract attention. We can't appear as lovers to the world around us, so we can't act as if we're lovers, either."

Kate looked decidedly unhappy. "You mean you want to go out with other girls."

"Not necessarily, but we'll need to create and maintain the subterfuge that we're available. You don't date yet, but still you become involved in situations where you'll need to react normally with other boys in social situations. I've yet to have my first date, but soon I should be asking a girl to certain functions."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. Okay, to that extent I don't expect fidelity from you." She giggled. "And I get to do the same. Right?"

"Of course." I swallowed. My confession about Piper still loomed. "Ah, I need to tell you about something else, Kate, and what I have to say will probably upset you. I want you to promise to stay calm and talk about it with me. What happened took place before yesterday afternoon, before we... you know."

She frowned. "Okay, tell me."

"Yesterday morning, Piper dropped by the house. It was while you were in Ely. Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up masturbating together."

"What?" she shouted. "Piper?" Anger flooded her expression and she rolled away from me.

I reached for her shoulder, but as soon as my hand touched her, she brushed it away angrily.

"Don't touch me," she muttered spitefully.

"Okay, I won't touch you, but you need to talk to me. You need to tell me what you're thinking, how you feel. Come on, Kate. Talk to me."

Her shoulders started to shake, and I knew she was crying. I wanted to take her into my arms and console her and promise to never touch Piper again, something I was willing to do if that's what Kate wanted. Instead, I waited until she calmed down and repeated my request. "Talk to me, Kate."

She rubbed her little fists into her eyes and squared her shoulders. "Tell me what you did with her. Tell me everything."

I shrugged and did as she asked. "... I never touched her, except the kiss, and she didn't touch me until just before she left."

"Did you make arrangements to be alone with her again?"

"Yes, for today, in fact, which I cancelled last night."

"Who do you prefer, me or Piper?"

"You, by far."

"Do you want to be alone with her again? Touch her? Fuck her?"

"Before I answer your question, let me ask you a few more. What upsets you about Piper the most?"

She sniffed. "I think I might have understood if you had told me you'd been with another girl close to your age, one more developed, a really sexy girl with big tits, but Piper! Piper's like me, still a little girl. Damn it, Paul. She's my friend, not yours. Fuck!"

That's because girls your age, Kate, fit my sexual preference, I thought but kept the thought to myself. "When we talked about fidelity, we spoke of it in the context of dating, sort of. I take it you believe it's all right to date, but you don't want me to do any sexual stuff with my dates. Correct?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"You know we can't get married when we grow up, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Then wouldn't it be wise to keep our relationship from becoming so intense I'll hurt you, or you'll hurt me, if one of us falls in love with someone else sometime in the future?"

"I guess. Paul, you're approaching all this with logic, and when I think about what you say, I understand and agree with your logic. But right now logic doesn't matter to me. Damn it, I've wanted us to start our sexual games again for a long time, and yesterday and today you made me very happy. I have very strong feelings for you right now. I can't help it. I love you. I know we can't get married and all that stuff, but right now for a while I don't want you to play any sexual games with another girl. You told me to tell you how I felt, and that's how I feel."

"Fair enough. Then that's how it'll be. Just me and you, Kate, at least for a while."

"Really?" Her pretty smile brightened our shadowy glade.

"Really."

She rolled into my arms and kissed me. "What are you going to do about Piper?"

"Break it off with her. Tell her I'm too old for her."

"Okay."

"You'll need to remain her friend, Kate. You can't let a hint of us as a couple get out by acting spiteful or jealous."

"I know, but..."

"No buts. You've got to be as nice to her as you were before."

Kate giggled and blushed a little. "You might not like that."

"What do you mean?"

"You aren't the only who has masturbated with Piper."

I felt my cock stretching down my leg. "You know, when you and I kissed the first time yesterday afternoon, I thought you kissed a lot like Piper. The two of you practiced kissing with each other, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh." Her blush deepened.

"What all have you done with her?"

"That's all. When we were practicing French kissing, we both got hot, and - well, you know."

"You masturbated together. Did you touch each other?"

"No. Jeez, Paul, we're not lesbians."

My cock hardened some more and slipped up between us, rubbing across her belly. She reached down and grasped it with her hand.

"What's this?"

"Thinking about you and Piper kissing and finger fucking excited me."

"Really?"

"You bet. Look we need to get dressed and go back for lunch. Let's take another hike later, have some more fun, and you can tell me about you and Piper. Have you masturbated with any of your other girlfriends?"

She chuckled and stroked my cock. "Uh-huh. The night of the slumber party we all finger banged our pussies in our sleeping bags. We were playing truth and dare, and..."

"Tell me about it after lunch." I pushed her hand from my cock and stood up.

"Spoilsport."

We dressed and hustled back to our camp. I stopped en route to wash the pussy smell off my face in the creek. As we approached the picnic table I could see Mom and Dad sitting together with my business plan in front of them. Mom was talking, but I couldn't hear her words. Her expression looked intense, and she was jabbing a finger at the plan as she spoke.

As we ate, I outlined my project for Dad. He asked a lot of questions, all of which I answered. I had studied the project from all angles. When I finished the presentation, I asked, "Well, what do you think?"

He pursed his lips and ran his fingers nervously through his thick, brown hair. "You're serious about this, aren't you, Paul?"

"Very, Dad. I think I've considered every potential pitfall and problem and made provisions to handle them in the plan."

"And you worked with Terrance and Mrs. Potter to develop the plan, but told them it was a school project. Correct?"

"Yes."

"And you did the working drawings yourself?"

He had hit on the one area of the project I couldn't explain. I had taken a drafting class in the 8th Grade, but that class couldn't explain the level of expertise required to produce the drawings contain in the business plan. I decided to stonewall the weakness. I couldn't tell him I had been an architect in a previous life.

"Yes."

He shook his head. "Unbelievable."

I sat silent.

His eyes turned toward Mother. She nodded, and Dad glanced down at the working drawings again.

At that moment, I knew I had won. It took all the willpower I could muster not to jump up and shout for joy.

Finally, Dad broke the silence. "Okay, here's what I'll do," he said with a serious expression. "First, I know a man, a confirmed bachelor who hates living in the dormitories. I'll show the plans to him. If he's interested, we'll take the business plan to the bank to see if they'll give me the construction loan. Okay?"

I had to be careful. To support me, Dad had just taken a giant leap, jumping way out of character. I didn't want to put him down with what I had to say.

"Perfect, Dad. Your idea about testing the market with your bachelor friend is pure genius. I should have thought of it." In fact, I had planned to pre-sell the units if possible, but that approach wasn't part of the written business plan. I had wanted to error on the side of caution when I prepared the plan.

He smiled - pleased he had contributed.

"But," I continued, "we need to tie up the property before we do anything. We'll make the offer to purchase subject to financing, so we can control the property without risk, even if the bank won't lend us the money. Besides, the bank won't take you seriously, Dad, unless we have the house under contract. This is a good project. The architectural plans I showed Terrance didn't divulge creating a duplex out of the residence, and I certainly didn't discuss creating a condominium regime with anyone because turning the units into condos is the key to the project, allowing us to sell the units separately. And Mrs. Potter has not seen the full business plan. The one I showed her was amateurish at best. I wanted her think you took my idea and made a viable project of the whole thing. Let's tie up the property first, and then you can show the plans to your friend. If you can pre-sell one of the units, Mrs. Potter will fall all over herself to lend you the money we'll need to complete the project as planned."

"Oh," Dad stated. "Makes sense. And I don't need to put up any money?"

"Not a cent. The bank loan will cover everything."

He shook his head. "This one project, Son, makes more money than I make in a year." He glanced at Mother again.

She smiled broadly. "Let's do it, Honey. We've got the smartest two kids in the whole damned town. We'll need money to pay for their college educations."

Dad bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, and glanced toward me. "Okay, Paul, but I want to study this plan over the rest of the weekend and reserve the right to change my mind if I find any problems."

I extended my hand across the picnic table. Dad took it in his and shook it.

"Thanks, partner," I said with a grin.



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Chapter 4


Dad contributed much more to the project than I believed he had in him. Once committed, he became completely involved. He pre-sold both units, worked closely with the buyers, and managed the construction process like an old pro, bringing the project in a month ahead of schedule. I hardly had to do anything. When the dust settled, we had increased our best-case profit projection by forty percent, and I believed I had a business partner for life.

That winter we purchased two other homes and repeated our success with the first one. Curiously, Dad continued to work for the Company, donning his work clothes and hardhat each morning to trudge off to the foundry. I guess he didn't trust our success to continue indefinitely.

Winters in McGill were a bitch. The town rested at 6,000 feet elevation in a valley between two mountain ranges in the Sierras. The mountains ran north and south, and when the wind roared down from the north, it froze the snot in your nose. I hated being cold, detested shoveling snow and vowed I would someday relocate to a locale that didn't make my teeth shake in the winter. It seemed like the only times I felt truly warm that season were when Kate and I cuddled under a heavy quilt after we'd given each other an orgasm, though to be accurate, I would achieve one to her three or more. Damn, that girl sure knew how to come.

Kate and I had been careful about our incestuous fun, but as winter waned I'd noticed some strange expressions cross my mother's face, usually when Mom saw Kate looking at me with lust and love in her eyes. The nymphet couldn't help how she felt, and her emotions were often written on her countenance like a roadmap. I had cautioned her to be careful how she looked at me, but she slipped frequently. Dad was oblivious, but Mom obviously suspected something was going on between her children, something involving more than the love of a sister for a brother.

I decided I needed to take steps to alleviate Mother's suspicions. I had found misdirection an effective ploy in past lives, and I could think of nothing better than another female thrown into the mix to confuse the issue. I needed a girlfriend, a girl close to my age with big tits and womanly hips. I tossed in long legs as a criteria, too, simply because I liked long legs on a girl. I wasn't opposed to sex with a girl out of puberty, or with a full-grown woman for that matter. I'd even been married in past lives, but I preferred young girls like my sister with bumps for breasts and world-class tight, little buns.

When I outlined my idea to Kate, she surprisingly agreed with me.

"We need to do something, bro. Yesterday, shortly after you left, Mother sneaked into the house like a burglar. Jeez! She's never come home at that hour before. I think she got off work just to see what we were up to. If she'd arrived an hour earlier, she would have caught us naked and doing everything except fucking." She chuckled and then her expression turned sad. "Do you have a girl in mind?"

"Yes, Helen Iverson. She's a year older than me, but she's made it obvious she's interested." She also had a ten-year-old sister named Vera who liked to tease, and I was more interested in Vera than Helen. Kate knew Vera, but they weren't close friends. Nat Iverson, Helen's father, was a big shot for the Company, not a working stiff like Dad, and lived in one of the big houses on what was referred to as the Circle, the richest residential section in town. Normally the kids from working-class homes didn't run with the kids living in the Circle. Kate had not been affected by our improved status in the community, but I had. The in-crowd had made overtures to me following our family's little successes with real estate development. Regardless, I think my suggestion shocked Kate a little.

"Really? I can understand why she'd be interested, but... Damn, Paul, she's a babe. How can I compete with the likes of her?"

Easy, I thought, just stay the way you are right now. "Compared to you, Helen is a dog, Kate."

"Yeah, sure. Come on, Paul, get real."

"I am being real, sis. I think you're twice as sexy as Helen." I chuckled. "I bet she can't give head half as good as you."

"Maybe, but she'll probably let you fuck her. Damn! Have you asked her for a date yet?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you first. I planned to ask her to the high school dance this Friday. Of course, she might turn me down."

"Not likely. Okay. I know you're right about Mom. We need to do something. Go ahead, ask her out, but if you fuck her, don't tell me about it because I'll pitch such a fit Mom won't be the only one to know how I feel about you. I'll scream loud enough for the whole damn town to hear me."

I loved the way Kate negotiated. She laid everything on the line and then hopped back and forth across the line to gain whatever edge she could.

"Okay, no fucking, at least for a while," I said. "How about oral sex?"

"If you put your mouth on the slut's hairy cunt, don't try to put it on mine again."

I grinned. "You're really limiting my repertoire. What about kissing and petting?"

"Maybe, but no tongue." Suddenly she laughed, but her laughter had a bitter edge to it. "Ah, who am I kidding? Do whatever it takes to make the ploy real, Paul. If Mother doesn't back off and catches us naked together, I'd never forgive myself. You were right last summer when you wanted to be logical, and I refused to listen to anything but my emotions. The last thing I want is to bring the heat down on you."

"Whatever happens, we're far from finished, sexy sister."

"I know, but things will change. Come Friday, it won't be just you and me anymore. I know I've been selfish. I just wanted to run the string out as long as I could."

Helen accepted my invitation and suggested we go to the dance in her car. At sixteen, she had a driver's license, and her daddy had given her a car for her birthday. I insisted I'd walk to her house to pick her up, which pleased her, and then she could drive us to the dance in Ely.

The evening of my first official date, Mom drove me to the top the circle to drop me off. It was unseasonably cold that night. What town folks referred to as a Blue Norther had swooped down on us, dropping the temperature close to zero degrees. It was just too damned cold to walk all the way from my house to Helen's. En route, Mom and I talked.

She seemed pleased about my date. I believed her pleasure came more from relief regarding her suspicions about Kate and me, but she surprised me.

"I'm happy you've started to date, Son, but the girl you selected confused me."

"Why? Because she lives on the Circle?"

Mom chuckled. "No, the Iversons are rich by McGill's standards, but in the total scheme of things they're upper-middle class at best. One day, Paul, you'll be a very rich man, much wealthier than the Iversons will ever be. Helen let you know she was interested in you because she recognized - if not consciously, then unconsciously - some qualities in you that make you a superior male. No, her family's status in our community didn't confuse me. It's her look. You've never been attracted to older girls before. You don't look at them the way you look at girls Kate's age. I thought your first date would be with a girl younger than you, not older."

Whew! Mom's powers of observation were more acute than I had assumed.

"Sorry, Mom. I guess you were wrong. I think Helen's a babe."

Mom laughed. "Yes, that she is, but still she isn't your type. You know your little sister has a crush on you, don't you?"

"Yes." Lying would have been stupid under the circumstances.

"Kate's a real beauty, much more your type. I know the two of you have been messing around sexually. After all, I do the laundry. I've found crusted semen not only in your sheets but also Kate's. How far have you gone?"

I didn't answer her question - couldn't. It's difficult to speak when suddenly struck dumbfounded.

"I hope this date isn't merely a subterfuge to relieve my suspicions about you and your sister," Mom continued. "Now answer my question."

I swallowed and moved my lips but no sound came out for a second or two. Finally, I spoke, "Let me put it this way, Mom. Kate is still a virgin."

Her shoulders visibly relaxed and she sighed. "Good. Was that her decision or yours?"

"Mostly hers, but I..."

"I thought so. My guess is the two of you started to experiment with sex about the time of the picnic last summer when you laid your first business plan on your father and me."

I didn't respond. She pulled to the curb at the top of the Circle, put the car in the parking gear and turned to me.

She continued, "Your father is attending a Union meeting tonight, so I plan to have a similar conversation with Kate after I get back home. If you're lying to me, Son, I'll find out when I talk with Kate."

"I haven't lied to you, Mom. From your comment, I take it Dad doesn't know."

"No he doesn't, and I want to keep it that way."

"Okay, Kate and I are busted. What now?"

"I don't know, not yet. I need to talk with Kate first. She's in love with you, isn't she?"

"Yes, and I feel the same about her."

"For now. What happens when she gets to be Helen's age, or maybe a little older? What then?"

Jesus, Mom not only knew about Kate and me, she was also aware of my perversion. I had underestimated her completely.

"Mom, Kate and I love each other, but we both know what we have won't last forever. We can't marry and have children. We can't show the world how we feel about each other. She'll find a replacement for me when she's ready. Until then, I'd never abandon her."

Mom grimaced. "That's damned big of you. Yes, I suppose she will replace you, but mark my words. You'll still break her heart. As males go, Son, you might be superior, but you aren't very nice."

I pursed my lips and nodded. "I know."

"Plan on another session with me on this subject in the morning. When your dad leaves the house to check construction progress, you, Kate and I will sit down together and figure out how to handle this situation. Does Kate know about your preference for young girls over women?"

I shrugged. "I've alluded to the fact many times, but I don't know if my comments have really sunk in."

"Okay. I hope I haven't ruined your first date with our talk. Try to have fun tonight, Paul. Tell me. Did you ask Helen on this date just to confuse me, or are you truly interested in the girl?"

I thought about her question a few seconds before I replied. "To be honest, my primary motive was to alleviate your suspicions, but I had other motives, as well."

"Such as?"

"You are our mother, so you picked up on Kate's and my relationship first, but others were starting to wonder about the two of us, too. We've been spending much too much time with each other to the exclusion of others. From the beginning, I told Kate we'd need to date other boys and girls, and the dating would start with me because I was older, but she opposed that approach until she realized how suspicious you'd become. Also, I selected Helen because she isn't my type, as you said, and would misdirect others away from my preference for younger girls. The need for misdirection regarding Kate and me became acute during the last week or so when it became obvious you were suspicious about us, and Helen rose to the top like cream in milk because she'd recently made it clear she was interested in me. Also Helen's very popular. Being her boyfriend will be a real coup for me. But in the end, I asked the girl to the dance tonight because I honestly like her. Helen reminds me of you, Mom. She's a very giving person who also happens to be nice to look at."

My mother shook her head and smiled. "It's a good thing you're a charming rascal. Go on. You're already late."

"Then I'll be late. Mom, you've expressed your knowledge about Kate and me, as well as my penchant for younger girls, but you haven't said how you feel about everything."

"I'm not ready to talk about how I feel. I'm numb. I've pushed down my personal emotions because I love you and Kate. I love the two of you more than life itself. You are my life. And your actions have been so self-destructive I'm terrified they'll break up our family. I'm very worried about Kate. She's still a little girl, and I think she's so in love with you she'll be devastated when I put a stop to your incestuous relationship, which is something I must do. I'm also worried about you because your preference for young girls puts you in constant peril not only now but also every day for the rest of your life."

She took a deep breath. "I'm frightened, Son, so scared I can't sleep at night. I need your help. I don't know why you're the way you are, but you can accomplish more than any grown man I've ever met. You're maturity is amazing. You know things and can do things no one your age should be able to do or know. Damn it, Paul! You're the source of my terror, but deep down I believe you can also help me make the correct decisions so we can keep our family together and go on with our lives. Will you help me?"

I slid across the seat and took her in my arms. I hugged her and kissed her cheek. Tears streaked her face. "Of course, I'll help. I love you, Mom. Tomorrow, the three of us will talk. Solutions will rise to the surface. Be gentle with Kate tonight. She'll lie to you at first, mostly to protect me. Tell her about our conversation; make her understand it's time for honesty, even if it hurts."

"Yeah. Now go. Please, I'll be fine. I know I've ruined your first date."

"True, but to borrow your expression, in the total scheme of things, this date isn't all that important."

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"I had a good time, Paul," Helen said.

We were parked in front of my house. I had not been very good company, so I knew Helen was just being nice. The date had been a disaster. She'd tried to keep our conversations flowing, but my mind frequently drifted off to my discussion with Mom earlier. I'd wracked my brain for solutions to help Mother so she could start sleeping and smiling again, but I hadn't come up with anything original. The solutions were obvious, though. One. Kate and I had to stop fooling around, but merely stopping left me worried about Kate's mental well-being. Two. I had to ignore my preference for young girls and date girls like the one sitting next to me, but ultimately I knew a nymphet would tempt me and my resolve would melt.

"Liar," I quipped. "I haven't been very attentive, Helen. I've been preoccupied all evening with a personal problem. I apologize and hope you'll give me chance to make it up to you another time."

She sighed. "I didn't lie. I did have a good time. I admit I didn't have a great time, but I've had worse dates. You did seem preoccupied most of the night." She reached, took my hand and smiled. "You're a good dancer, though."

She's really nice, I thought. With the life-altering decisions to be made the next morning, I decided I should end the evening on a positive note.

"Thanks." I pulled her hand up and held it against my cheek. "You have lovely hands - long, dainty fingers with a soft touch. Sensuous even." I turned her palm and kissed it, letting my tongue slip through my lips to touch her skin so lightly I wondered if she'd notice. A tiny gasp let me know she'd felt the gesture. "Have you ever been in love, Helen?"

She giggled. "Yes, once. I was six or seven at the time - unrequited love. I was so lovesick I thought I'd die. I've avoided the emotion ever since. What about you?"

But Helen didn't die, I thought, and Kate won't either. My little sister will be devastated, but in time she, too, would recover.

I laughed. "Tonight was my first date ever, and I blew it. No, Helen, love has eluded me, though like Jimmy Carter, I've lusted in my heart. Look, may I impose on your driving skills again on Sunday?"

"I guess. What do you have in mind?"

"I'd like to take a drive, just the two of us, and talk. I want to get to know you better."

She smiled. "Okay. What time?"

"What's best for you?"

"Afternoon."

"Excellent. I'll call you tomorrow for an exact time. Again, Helen, I'm sorry I was so out of it tonight. Thanks for understanding."

I reached with my hand and stroked her cheek. She really was very pretty. I brushed her strawberry-blonde hair away from the side of her face, and my hand went to the back of her neck. I pulled her head gently toward my face as I leaned to her. We kissed. At first the kiss was friendly, but her lips soon parted and moved over mine. A soft moan escaped her mouth, and the sound became trapped inside my mouth. Her tongue moved against my lips, and I sucked and rolled my tongue around it. She groaned then, and her arm went around me. She pulled me closely to her while I explored her mouth with my tongue. I couldn't feel the shape of her body next to mine because of the heavy winter coats we wore, but I really enjoyed the passionate kiss. When it ended, I slid away from her and opened the door.

"Goodnight, Helen. I'll see you Sunday."

Mom was waiting up for me when I entered the house. I pulled off my coat and hung it in the entry closet.

"Sit and talk with me for a few minutes before you go to bed, Son. Your father's asleep. Kate, too. I've made some hot chocolate. Would you like some?"

"Sounds perfect."

We sat at the kitchen table where most discussions took place between Mom and me.

"How's Kate?" I asked. I sipped, and the hot chocolate warmed me.

"She's asleep, or was the last time I checked. She cried herself to sleep. Your sister is a very unhappy little girl, Paul, and you were correct earlier. She started off lying through her teeth. She was terrified she'd get you in trouble if she told the truth, but she finally opened up to me. Down deep, she's a good little girl. According to her, she seduced you, not the other way around."

"Sort of, but it takes two. I never said no, and as the oldest, I'm the one responsible. You think of her as a little girl, Mom, but sexually, Kate's very precocious. She's highly sexed - multi-orgasmic, in fact - and extremely hard to resist, especially for someone like me who prefers girls her age. Did the two of you come to any conclusions?"

"Not really. What about you? Have you thought of any solutions?"

"Not beyond the obvious. Kate and I have to stop fooling around, and I need to date girls like Helen. But the solutions have huge holes in them to consider."

"Uh-huh. Kate tells me you're still a virgin, like her."

"True."

"Then your solution won't work. Kate will go along with any decision we make with one exception, and she's being absolutely pigheaded about it. She informed me in no uncertain terms that you will be her first, and more than that, she wants to be your first."

"What?"

"You heard me. She's very angry with herself because she didn't go all the way with you before I became involved. She knows she has to stop her incestuous relationship with you, and she will, but not before you take her virginity. Damned little fool." Mom groaned with frustration.

I laughed.

"It's not funny, Son. Jeez, you guys can't..."

"Sure we can, Mom. You say she's adamant about this?"

"Yes. I tried to talk some sense into her, but..."

I laughed again.

"Damn it, quit laughing at me. There's nothing funny about this situation?"

"I'm not laughing at you, Mom. I'm laughing about the entire mess. I wracked my brain all evening to come up with a solution about Kate and me that would allow us to stop our sexual shenanigans and keep Kate from being too unhappy. She presented the solution. She wants us to be together one last time, and then she'll accept our decision. If she'll commit to that arrangement, then you have your solution, Mom."

"But..."

"Mom, didn't you hear me. Kate is a very sexual person. If I don't take her virginity, she'll soon find someone else to perform the deed. Wouldn't you rather have me do it in a loving and caring environment than a bumbling boy in the back seat of a car?"

"But she's too young, too small."

"Which only makes my argument more valid. If she doesn't get her way, she won't wait long to find a substitute. She's made her mind up, Mom. Tomorrow morning when Dad leaves, you leave, too. When you return, you'll have your two children back acting the way you want them to act, like a brother and sister, not lovers. I have a date with Helen again on Sunday. So I'm trying, too. Think about it, Mom. This way is the best solution. Virginity isn't all it's cracked up to be, not in today's world, but the lack of it is important to Kate."

"She could get pregnant."

"Yes she could with a bumbling boy in the back seat of a car. Not so, with me. I'll use protection. Give us your blessing, Mom, and you have my commitment that Kate and I will stop our incestuous ways. I'm sure Kate will give you her commitment in the morning, too."

"No, not in the morning," Kate said.

Mother and I turned to the sound of my sister's voice. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen wearing her flannel robe.

"I'll give you my commitment tonight, Mother," Kate continued and walked up to me, placing her hand on my shoulder. She bent and gave me a quick kiss, and then turned back to Mother. "If you give us your blessing and give us tonight and tomorrow, we'll never have sex again, not even oral sex. I'll stop being Paul's lover and just be his sister. If you don't give us this, Mom, we'll have sex anyway, and that's a promise, too, and if we have to sneak around about it, we'll keep doing it until Dad catches us, or someone else, and..."

"Okay. Okay, I give up," Mother said. "You have tonight and tomorrow morning. That's it. Then you must end it. Promise me, both of you."

"I promise," Kate and I said simultaneously.

As Kate and I walked hand in hand toward my bedroom I remembered a similar incident many years ago, five or six lifetimes, in fact.

The girl's name was Gabrielle. My name was Andre, and our surname was Lachance. Yes, we were brother and sister. We lived in Aix en Provence in France. The year was around 1740. My father managed the Domaine de Tournon, a distinguished hotel on Route des Pinchinats. Located in the middle of the countryside three kilometers from the center of Aix en Provence, the Domaine de Tournon sheltered a splendid complex in its Bastide of the XVIIth century. My memories as Andre Lachance were not particularly pleasant, except for my youth and Gabrielle. I would die on July 14th in 1789 when I joined a Parisian mob and stormed the Bastille prison, a symbol of the old regime, so I wasn't involved, as I'd planned, when a few weeks later, the revolutionaries enacted the Declaration of the Rights of Man that embodied the principles of Liberté, Egalité, and Fraternité (Freedom, Equality, Fraternity) and had far reaching consequences for all other European monarchies.

I was eighteen years of age at the time. Gabrielle was ten, almost eleven, and a real beauty. I had planned to leave my family the following week to go out into the world to seek my fortune, and my little sister had begged me to meet her in an unoccupied room in the hotel. She wished to say a proper farewell, she told me. I indeed joined her in the sumptuous suite of rooms and found her sprawled on a velvet settee in a satin gown bulging with petticoats. A laced cap sat atop her black tresses, and silver decorated her shoes. She'd dressed as if to attend a formal ball, and I almost laughed because she'd "borrowed" some of the items she wore from Mére's closets, which on her cute little body looked a bit ridiculous. I would have preferred it if she'd met me naked like I found her the last time I had stumbled unknowingly upon her in one of the unoccupied rooms. She'd been bathing then, and after she calmed from her fright at seeing me, I washed her smooth back and had her stand dripping into the tub so I could wash her front, too.

Gabrielle enjoyed my touches as my hands swooshed over her wet and soapy skin, especially when I washed her little, hairless cunt, sliding my index finger through her slit. Except for some small sighs and tiny gasps of pleasure, she remained mute while my hands roamed over her girlish body. She was frightened by the sensations that assailed her, but she stood brave with her back straight and her shoulders back. She had no breasts at all, not even bumps, and her nipples looked like a boy's, except they exhibited the sensitivity usually present in her gender, which I discovered when I licked and sucked on them.

Finally, I lifted her from the tub and dried her off with a large fluffy towel. Still she said nothing, so I laid her on the bed, spread her little legs and placed my mouth over her cunt. She squirmed and the small sighs and tiny gasps became loud groans and pants as I continued to lather her smooth pussy with my tongue. Her la petite mort made her frantic. I felt her tiny body go into wild spasms, and her hands gripped my hair and pulled my mouth so tightly to her cunt I couldn't breathe. Fortunately, she soon relaxed and let me go before I expired from lack of oxygen.

I stood and gazed down upon her. She lay immobile with her slim legs splayed, obscenely displaying her red-splotched, little pussy. I had also left reddened skin caused by my active mouth around her pointy, hard nipples. I desperately wanted to tear my clothes away, fall on her and fuck her. But I resisted, turned and walked away. As I opened the door to leave, in a small voice like a heavenly choir, she said, "Merci, Andre."

The bath incident had happened the year before. Gabrielle had changed since then. Puberty had struck her. She smiled as I approached her until I stopped and looked down with a stern expression.

"Remove those silly clothes," I ordered. "Now, Gabrielle. You are much too beautiful to hide yourself in such tawdry apparel.

My words shocked her. She'd made an effort to look older and alluring for me, but the effort had produced the opposite effect. Tears welled in her dark eyes, so I dropped to one knee, and softly kissed each of her tear-ladened lashes, and then brushed my lips over hers.

"Please, Gabrielle," I said. "I dreamed of arriving to find you naked, like I found you last year, not dressed in showy finery."

"Truly?"

"Oui, I'll go out the door and return in a few minutes. I want to enter the room and see your true beauty - your beauty, Gabrielle, not gaudy attire. Will you honor my wish?"

"Oui," she said unhesitatingly and with a bright smile.

When I reentered, she was posed on the settee as before, but the borrowed adornments were stacked neatly on the floor at the end of the couch. Her body had changed since I'd last seen her nude. Small bumps now gave evidence of soon-to-be breasts, and a smattering of dark pubic hair rested above the tight outer lips of her delectable cunt. Her hips were still girlishly narrow, and her legs had not yet taken on the shape of a woman, and her look thrilled me. I wanted her desperately.

I knelt next to her again, and pulled her little body into my arms and kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, and our tongues entwined, danced together and explored. I couldn't remember my cock ever feeling so hard before.

After the kiss, I stood. "May I remove my clothes, too?"

"Oui," she said without trepidation.

When my hard cock came into her view, she gasped. "So immense! Grand!"

I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the canopied bed. We lay side by side and I kissed her again. Then I explored the rest of her body with my mouth and hands, finally flicking my tongue through her tight slit. I licked her clitoris until she climaxed.

After she recovered, she asked if I would teach her how to do the same for me, which surprised me. I'd believed she requested the assignation merely to repeat our previous sexual encounter, which consisted only of my mouth on her little pussy.

Did I teach her? Of course, but her young mouth was too small to be very effective. Still, I was so aroused by her effort an orgasm soon overwhelmed me. The brave little girl gulped down my seed as if my semen were a gourmet sauce.

We held each other and whispered endearing words. I had a week left before my journey began and wondered how often my little sister would allow me to pleasure her during my remaining days with my family. While we cuddled, Gabrielle's little hand grasped my flaccid cock. She giggled. "So petit. Laxisme - softness." She squirmed down on the bed and this time her little mouth had no difficulty, not until her efforts ultimately lengthened my cock and made it as hard as before.

She rolled onto her back. "Fuck me, Andre," she said simply, the vulgar words so out of character with her soft, feminine voice. "Plaisent."

I rolled between her splayed legs, grasped my hard-on with my fist, and rubbed the crown of my cock through her wet slit. It looked huge compared to her little cunt, and I worried I would hurt her. But she appeared determined and eager, so I settled the head at the entrance and pushed. The head popped in, and Gabrielle gasped, not with pleasure, but with pain, so I stopped pushing.

"Are you sure, Gabrielle? I don't want to hurt you."

"Oui. Fuck me, Andre. Fuck me," and hunched her pelvis toward me.

I pushed again and my cock ran into her spongy hymen. She flinched, but didn't cry out. I backed my hips and pushed again, this time a little harder, but my effort proved ineffective. I did not breech her barrier. This time, she whimpered and tears smarted her eyes.

Gabrielle took charge then. She pushed at me, and I rolled to my back, my cock flopping from her pussy. She straddled me with her knees and with a dainty hand, settled my cock just inside her cunt. She gazed at me adoringly, and suddenly and forcefully let her entire body fall. My cock rushed into her and tore through her hymen, finally slamming into her cervix.

She screamed in agony, and blood gushed from her cunt when she scrambled off my cock and curled into a ball on the bed beside me. Still moaning and writhing with pain, her hands gently cupped her defiled pussy, ineffectively trying to stop the flow of blood.

I rose, grabbed a towel, and rushed back to her. I rolled her to her back, which elicited another howl of anguish, and place the towel over her little bleeding cunt. Lying beside her, I tried to comfort her, and succeeded a little. I checked the bleeding from time to time; it slowed and then stopped. I rose and returned with a warm, damp cloth and carefully bathed her bloody thighs and vulva. I had to rinse the cloth three times before I had cleaned up both of us.

She looked at me sadly and apologized. I hushed her, and softly kissed her lips and eyes and even her sore little pussy.

"Tomorrow, or the next day," she said courageously, "we will try again, Andre."

True to her word, two days later, I entered her little cunt again, and she joyfully fucked me at least twice a day until my departure.

Kate and I entered my bedroom. In a few minutes, I would breech Kate's maidenhead. I hoped her experience wouldn't be as traumatic as Gabrielle's. We didn't have two days for her to recover. We had only that night and the next morning. And, Kate couldn't scream in anguish and bring our father's wrath down upon us.



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Chapter 5


Behind my bedroom's closed door, Kate dropped her flannel robe to the floor and stood naked and proud before me. What a beauty! Looking back over my past lives, I could think of no girl I had ever wanted as much, or one more magnificent.

When Mother had informed me of Kate's one condition to the solution of our problem, I had rejoiced not only because it provided a way for Kate and I to break our incestuous bond without my little sister languishing unhappy and depressed but also because I, too, felt cheated. I wanted the nymphet desperately.

Kate shivered and pulled down the covers of the bed and hopped under them while I removed my clothes. I opened the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a foiled-encased condom.

"I hope you have more than one of those," Kate said with a wicked grin.

I reached back inside the drawer and removed two more small packages. "Like a boy scout, I'm prepared."

We cuddled under the heavy blankets. My hard cock flattened against her soft belly while we kissed; the heat from our bodies soon warmed the sheets.

"I can't believe Mother gave in to my demand," Kate whispered as her hand snaked between us and grasped my hard-on.

"We didn't leave her much of a choice." My fingers fondled her breasts, and then her vulva. We'd touched each other so many times over the last six months our touches had become automatic but no less thrilling or stimulating. My head went under the heavy quilt and my mouth found a sensitive nipple. It lengthened and stiffened under my tongue while my little sister stroked my hard cock. I started to slide down to place my mouth over her little cunt, but Kate stopped me.

"Later, Paul. I want to fuck now. I don't know. I guess I'm still afraid Mom will change her mind."

She fears more than a vacillating mother, I thought. "We have all night, Kate," I murmured and continued the trip until my tongue spread her tight outer labia. She wasn't very wet, so I was happy I'd made the trip, and a few minutes with my mouth on her cunt had her dripping. I groaned when I thought how much I would miss the fragrance of her arousal. Her taste! The soft silky texture of her cunt! I nuzzled in her wet heat, licking and sucking and nipping with my lips until I recognized an approaching orgasm.

I made the trip back up her torso, kissing her little body as I journeyed back up to kiss her mouth again. I reached and tore the package apart and rolled the condom down over my cock under the blankets.

"Are you sure, Kate?" I asked giving her one last chance to change her mind as I rolled between her invitingly splayed legs.

"Yes," she whispered. "I've wanted you inside me for so long, but I was afraid. No more. Fuck me!"

She reached and guided my cock to the entrance to her vagina and hunched her narrow hips up at me. I pushed and the crown of my cock popped inside her and bumped against her hymen.

She winced but smiled up at me. "Do it, Paul. Don't fool around. Just do it!"

I nodded and grasped the cheeks of her little ass and thrust forcefully. I felt my cock tear through her hymen and move inside her tiny cunt about half my length.

She gasped with pain and tears smarted her eyes, but she didn't cry out. Brave, I thought. I didn't move. She'd tell me when she wanted to continue, if not verbally, then with body language.

She removed a hand from my shoulder and brushed away the tears. "Not so bad," she said and smiled courageously. "Are you in me all the way?"

"Not quite."

"Oh, I feel so full already."

I kissed her eyes softly and then her mouth. "I love you, Kate," I said.

"And I love you." She hunched up at me again and sucked in air as a spasm of pain moved through her. "How about now? Do I have it all?"

"Just about." I made one last thrust, and my cock was finally fully encased by my little sister's lively, hot cunt. I reveled in the feel of her around me. "That's it. You've taken it all," I gasped.

She sighed, and then smiled up at me. "We're fucking, bro. We're finally fucking!"

"Yeah." I retracted my cock about a half-inch and pushed it back inside.

"Nice," she said. "It still hurts, but not as much. Do that again."

I lengthened the stroke a little, and repeated it a couple more times, making sure my cock rubbed against her clitoris as I pushed into her.

"Yeah, better than nice. Again."

Five minutes later I was stroking fully but slowly.

"Faster, Paul."

I wanted her to climax with me but feared without clitoral stimulation I'd win the race and leave her behind. "Touch yourself, Kate. Play with your clit while we fuck."

"Uh-uh. I like this. I like fucking. I can rub myself off anytime. Fuck me!"

I increased our rhythm, and Kate's hips started to slide back and forth, which enhanced the intermittent connection of my cock with her clitoris. Her fingernails dug into my back and her little legs crossed over my thighs. She kissed me passionately.

Our bodies sweated under the heavy blankets, and we were gasping both from exertion and our arousal. Kate's pelvis was flying at me, and my hips pounded my cock into her grasping cunt, all perfectly synchronized.

"Oh, Paul, yes! Fuck me! Faster! Harder! I'm so close!"

I tried but I was already fucking her as fast and hard as I could. My fear that I couldn't stay the course became acute. I felt my balls tighten and lift. My cock swelled inside her cunt, and I thrust into her almost violently as my head flew back. My hands grasped the cheeks of her little ass, and I pulled her forcefully toward me and stopped thrusting. I grimaced and tried to stop my climax, but I was too late. My back arched and my body stiffened as the sensations of my orgasm crashed around me.

"Yes!" she screamed, which frightened me, so I mashed my mouth onto hers. I didn't want Dad interrupting us.

As semen rushed through my cock and splashed into the end of the condom, I felt Kate's body go into orgasmic spasms. She made incoherent sounds into my mouth, and her hips rose off the bed as her orgasm took control. She whimpered with pleasure and continued to fuck me, throwing her cunt up and down my cock as each contraction wracked her body. Somehow, I kept my weight from crashing onto her until finally she fell back to the bed and relaxed. I collapsed atop her and she grunted, so I pulled back up a little resting on my elbows and knees. I didn't want to roll away from her. I loved the feel of my cock inside her convulsing cunt and was loath to remove it. As she lay exhausted, I kissed her eyes and cheeks and ears and neck, and even her little breasts. My cock finally softened and slipped from her defiled, bleeding pussy, so I rolled to her side and gathered her into my arms.

She had recovered by then, and she must have given me a hundred tiny kisses, and some not so tiny.

"Oh, Paul! Why did we wait? Why?"

"Because we weren't ready."

"What am I going to do? I love fucking. I love you. What am I going to do?"

"Like me, you'll honor your promise and get on with your life."

"Yeah, I guess, but it isn't fair - life I mean."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I know."

"Honestly, what am I going to do? I heard your comment about a bumbling boy earlier. You hit on my biggest fear. Even if I try and find a boyfriend, he won't know what to do, how to touch me, kiss me, fuck me, not like you."

"Then teach him. If he's not teachable, dump him."

She chuckled, which pleased me. "I guess. What about you? What are you going to do? Mother and I talked about... well, we talked about the kind of girls you prefer, girls like me."

"I'm going to ignore my preference and date girls like Helen."

She shuddered. "Damn it! Helen... Helen makes me jealous. I can't help it. She's so beautiful, and her body is to die for. Fuck!"

"Would you prefer I reconnected with Piper or a girl like her?"

She laughed. "Yes. Weird, huh?"

"Not so weird, merely in error. You feel like you can compete with a girl like Piper, which is more than true, but incorrectly feel inferior to Helen, which in my case is false."

"Well, if you're interested, Piper still has a crush on you."

I laughed. "Don't tempt me. I not only have to stay away from you, I also need to give up my urge for girls like you."

I rolled a bit on the bed and my sticky condom-covered cock flopped onto my thigh, reminding me we needed to clean up the mess we had made.

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

I shivered when I alighted on the floor and hurried to the bathroom. While letting the water run until it warmed, I flushed the condom down the toilet and urinated. After I cleaned up the blood and Kate's juices from my groin, I rinsed out the washcloth, and opened the door to the hall. As I walked toward my bedroom, I noticed movement. Mother was still awake. At least, I hoped it was Mother. Then I saw her peek back around the door. I smiled and waved at her, and the master bedroom door closed. Suddenly it dawned on me that she'd seen me naked. I shrugged.

I gently washed Kate's legs and vulva. She had not bled much, but our vigorous fucking had spread the blood and her juices, which had crusted here and there on and around her pussy and inner thighs. Mother would have to deal with the stained sheets tomorrow. I returned to the bathroom once to rinse out the washcloth and returned to finish the job. It was fun to lift one of Kate's slim legs and put her in various positions so I could wash her properly. She let me twist and turn her hips and legs without protest; in fact, she enjoyed my pampering.

Finally, I cuddled back under the blankets with my sexy sister again. Kate eyed the two remaining condoms on the nightstand. "Never fear," I bought a half-dozen."

She grinned. "Good. Two more won't be enough. We have the rest of the night and tomorrow morning." She chuckled "Six might not do it."

I groaned. I had created a monster, a loveable monster though, I thought as I nuzzled her neck.

"I need to tell you something, Paul. Ah, I haven't been completely faithful to you, and I've been feeling really guilty about it. Also confused."

Though the green jealousy ogre raised its ugly head, my sister's statement also pleased me. She needed to explore her sexuality with other boys beside me and get on with her life.

I didn't speak so she continued.

"Piper and I... well, we... ah, we've been messing around."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Well, I told you the two of us had masturbated together."

"Yes."

"A week ago, I was at her house, and we did it again, and... well, we did a little more."

My cock lengthened. My mind's eye created a vision of two naked nymphets doing a little more with each other, as Kate had said.

"Such as?"

"Ah, we touched each other, gave each other a come."

"Is that all?"

"Well, no. Ah, I put my mouth on her. Does that make me a lesbian, Paul? Do you hate me?"

I laughed. "I could never hate you, sis. I love you, and no, you're not a lesbian. Did you enjoy licking her little pussy?"

"Uh-huh." She chuckled. "Of course, I enjoyed her licking mine more, though she's not nearly as talented with her mouth as you."

My cock throbbed. "Then you're bisexual. You enjoy sex with both men and women, which isn't necessarily a bad thing." I reached and fondled my sister's deflowered cunt. It was wet. "You're excited. Thinking about sex with Piper excites you. Good. You'll have an outlet for your sexual needs until you can train a boy to give you what you want. You won't need to be promiscuous, bouncing from boyfriend to boyfriend until you can find one who can satisfy you."

"You think?"

"Uh-huh."

Her dainty hand enclosed my hard-on. "Thinking about Piper and me excites you, too, huh?"

"Yep. I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall."

She stroked my cock expertly. "Oh, you'd like to watch us, would you?"

"Oh, yeah." I slipped one of my fingers slowly into her cunt until I couldn't put it in any deeper. She flinched at first, but her hips moved, encouraging my exploration.

Her hand moved faster on my cock, amplifying my arousal. I groaned.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll arrange it so you can watch Piper and I do each other, if you'll do the same for me with you and Helen."

Holy mackerel, I thought. Kate and I might not ever have sex with each other again, but it appeared we'd continue to play some games involving sex. I liked her deal. No, I loved it. I agreed immediately.

"That is," I added, "if Helen and I start to have sex with each other."

"Oh, she'll fuck you, bro. If she doesn't, dump her."

I laughed. "I thought Helen made you jealous."

"Green! But, like Mother, I don't want you sniffing around little girls like me. Fuck her, bro. I'll be jealous, but I'd rather be jealous than see you in trouble. But first, fuck me again. Put on another damned rubber and fuck me again. I really, really, really like fucking you, big brother."

After I rolled the condom down over my erection, I pulled her over me. She took me inside her, wincing a little, but was soon panting and sliding up and down my cock as if she'd done it a thousand times. She also managed to have two orgasms to my one. When she finished she collapsed onto my chest with my cock still in her newly deflowered cunt. We cuddled and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to a wonderful sensation. Kate was bathing my hard cock and balls with a warm washcloth.

"I thought I'd return the favor, Paul. I'm glad you finally woke up." She lowered her mouth down around the head of my cock and licked it vigorously. "I was getting so impatient, I might have fucked you while you slept, and I would have but I didn't know how to put on one of those damned rubbers."

I chuckled and taught her how it was done, a skill she'd need in the future. We started out in the missionary position, but soon Kate rolled over atop me again, declaring she liked that position better. Even fresh as I was from a good night's sleep, she still achieved two orgasms to my one. Lucky girl. I had known many women over my life times who couldn't achieve an orgasm from normal fucking, let alone two or more. They needed direct clitoral stimulation to experience the little death. Not Kate. She was a natural, and I would miss her more than I realized at the time.

A little later, Mother knocked and poked her head in the door.

"Kate, you need to go to your room until your father leaves," Mother whispered.

Kate groaned but nodded. She tossed back the covers and rolled from the bed. My mother's eyes widened when she saw my flaccid cock still encased in a condom before I pulled the covers back over me. Kate strolled brazenly naked to the door, and I heard her and Mother talking as they walked towards Kate's room, but I couldn't make out the words through the closed door.

Fifteen minutes later, Dad poked his head through my door.

"Do you want to join me at the Elliott house this morning?"

"No, go ahead. I want to work on the business plan for our next project today."

"Okay."

I listened to sounds in the kitchen and made my way to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. I returned to my room and my bed, and finally silence descended in the house. A few minutes later Kate returned and jumped back in bed with me.

"I thought they'd never leave," she said and kissed me passionately. "We still have this morning and still have three rubbers to use.

We used them all.

I wondered if I'd ever be able to fuck again by the time my sister finished with me just before Mom knocked on the door again.

When we told her to come in, she sat next to us on the bed. Kate and I were cuddled and covered to our necks by the blankets. She looked at me and then fixed her gaze on my sister.

"Well did I make a mistake? Will the two of you honor your promises?"

"Spoilsport," Kate said and winked at me. "Yes, Mom, I'll keep my promise."

"Good. No teasing, either. If you don't tempt your brother, I know I can trust him. Right, Son?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you two get showered and dressed while I make us some lunch. Kate, I need to talk to you privately, so you shower first and then join me in the kitchen."

Later I asked Kate what Mother wanted to talk to her about, but my sister aped zipping her lips, and then laughed. "I guess I can tell you, but don't tell Mother I blabbed. She doesn't trust me. Oh, she trusts me with you, but... Let me put it this way. She made an appointment with Doc Haynes to put me on birth control pills."

Wise, very wise, I thought.

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Late that same afternoon, I looked around a dim room, which smelled of dust, cheap perfume, sweat and booze. Three scantily clad women past their prime sat next to grubby men drinking at a bar. One of the women fondled the crotch of the man next to her and smiled coquettishly while she spoke. I watched him nod, and he and the women stood and strolled away, his hand resting on the woman's skinny ass as they entered a hall I assumed led to the small rooms where the women plied their trade.

I stood in a whorehouse in Ely, Nevada, dropped off there by a friend with a driver's license. He promised to pick me up within a half-hour.

Foxy Mama Gerhard, the elderly woman behind the bar and the Madam of the joint, eyed me with suspicion and motioned me forward with a flick of her wrist. I strode to the end of the bar where I'd have relative privacy.

Nevada was unique among the states. Gambling and prostitution could be legal at the county's option. White Pine County opted to make both legal, a holdover of the lifestyle and attitude from early mining and ranching days.

"You're too young to be in here," the blue-haired woman said without rancor when I pulled myself onto a stool. She was large, taller than me, but wasn't fat - big boned described her. Dark, piercing eyes looked me over, and her massive bosom heaved. She wore a silk sarong-type gown and too much makeup. "What are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?" she asked with a gravely voice from smoking too much for too long. A cigarette dangled from the corner of her painted mouth. Suddenly, she smiled and waved at a man who had just entered, and I could see she must have been a beauty in her day, a day long past. Her engaging smile cracked a chiseled, well-worn face. The smile warmed me and made me like her.

"Yes, in between the two," I answered recapturing her attention.

"I can't serve you booze in any case, but come back in a year or two, and I'll get your ashes hauled."

"I'm not here for one of your ladies or a drink, Ms. Gerhard."

After last night and this morning, I doubted I could fuck again for a week, well, maybe a couple of days, and even thinking about being in bed with one of the used-up bodies for sale in Foxy Mama's establishment made me grimace with distaste. I'd researched Foxy Mama Gerhard and the Big Four, the name of the whorehouse. The mob, along with Foxy Mama, owned the enterprise, and the mob rotated new ladies of the evening about every three months, women worthy only of third- or fourth-class houses. Foxy Mama had run the establishment for over twenty years. She had the money I needed to make the deal work, and the grapevine indicated she'd invested in local projects before, though I didn't know that for a fact.

My comment surprised her, but only briefly. "Oh. Why then?" she asked.

"I need a business partner, a silent one who'd like to make a large rate of return on a modest investment, and I thought of you."

She laughed, a true belly laugh that attracted the attention of the patrons and girls still in the bar area. She turned and frowned, and everyone quickly ignored us.

"You have the balls of a grown man, boy. What's your name?"

"Paul Johnson."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she considered my name. "Are you Hank Johnson's lad, the new high roller in McGill who's been remodeling homes into duplexes and selling them off to bachelors?"

"Yes, Ma'am, though referring to my father as a high roller is a misnomer."

"Hmm. Send your daddy to see me, and I'll talk to him."

"No."

"No?"

"He doesn't understand the deal well enough to present it properly. I do. Listen to me."

She laughed again, but with more restrain. "You're a bold one. Brass! Your balls are pure brass. How much money do you need?"

"$10,000."

"That ain't chicken feed. What's the return?"

"We'll triple it within a year."

"What kind of business?"

"Real estate development - a small apartment project."

"In McGill?" she asked incredulous.

I chuckled. "Heavens no. McGill couldn't sustain an apartment project, even a modest one. The project's in Ely. I - we tied up four parcels close the high school - old houses on three of them, and a fourplex on the fourth. The land is zoned for multi-housing. We'll create one parcel of the four, remodel the houses and fourplex, add more units, and join them into one cohesive structure containing a total of twenty-four units. We'll put it on the market after construction, but will operate it as apartments until it's sold, which I estimate won't take longer than a year, including the six-months construction timeframe."

"What piece do I get for the ten grand?"

"One-third."

"Fifty and it's a deal."

I laughed uproariously, again attracting too much attention. She frowned at the crowd again, and our privacy quickly returned.

"Ms. Gerhard, you don't know enough about the deal to take it at any percent." I set my business plan on the bar. "Study this. The plan includes all relevant facts like the financials including projected profits, market analyses for both renting and selling, salient architectural drawings, estimated construction costs, and so forth. If you're interested, give me a call. If not, I'll stop back and pick up the plan." I smiled. "By the way, the thirty-three percent is firm, Ms. Gerhard."

"Brass! Pure brass! Call me Foxy, young man." It was no secret that Ms. Gerhard's friends and patrons called her Foxy and her girls called her Mama - thus, Foxy Mama. The old whore mistress was a legend. "After all," she continued, "we might end up being partners. Let me ask you. Did you set up the deals in McGill, or did your dad?"

I smiled dryly. "I'm a minor, Foxy, as you so adroitly pointed out when I walked into your establishment. I didn't sign anything. Minors can't do deals like this."

She stared at me. "Will your father be your front on this deal, too?"

"He'll sign whatever documents are needed, and he'll supervise the construction."

"Okay, I understand. When do you want an answer?"

"Let's say a week at the outside. If you decide one way or the other before then, give me a call. I think Sam Ventura will be interested, if you're not." Sam was the local District Attorney and Foxy Mama's nemesis. "I'd prefer you as a partner because of a future deal I have in mind, but..." I shrugged and smiled. "I think I - we covered everything in the plan, but if you have any questions, call me."

"Brass! Pure brass!" She was still laughing as I walked out the door.

I didn't expect to hear from her, not for a few days, but Foxy Mama surprised me and called the next morning.

"A riveting read, young man, a real page turner. Couldn't put it down last night," she announced after I said hello. She laughed at her own joke.

I didn't. "I take it you have a few questions."

"Uh-huh. First, why do you need me? You can cheapen up a few things here and there, cut your contingency budget in half and presto, you'll have your ten grand."

"True, but I don't like cheap. Doesn't pay in the long run, and if my plan works the way I think it will, we won't use any of the contingency money. That doesn't make it prudent to enter the project with less than an appropriate amount in the contingency line item. It makes the bankers nervous."

"True. Can't have any nervous bankers. You overpaid for the fourplex."

"Uh-huh, by about $4,000, give or take $500. I tied that property up last, and the seller wasn't as motivated as the owners of the other three parcels. Overall, I picked up the properties for a total value well below what they're currently worth, and the value added by the project by making it one parcel instead of four, doubles the current value of the land. The projected profit of $90,000 can be easily achieved. Frankly, we should exceed $100,000. With Dad running the construction, we'll bring the project in ahead of schedule and under budget."

"Your plan anticipates the sale of the property once it's leased up and proven. Do you have a buyer in mind?"

"No, but you do. That's why I came to you."

She laughed, another belly laugh. "True. If I sell it, do I get the sales commission you've scheduled?"

"Yes, if a real estate broker isn't involved."

"Okay, I'm in. Pete Hansen is my lawyer. He'll expect a call from you..."

"No, Dad will call him. I'll go with my father to meet with the man, though. Remember, Foxy, I'm a minor."

"Yeah, I forget. Have your father call him next week and get the paperwork going. Pete will be my front, like your father is yours. Do you plan to tell your father about my involvement?"

"No. You'll be a truly silent partner, strictly between you and me. Oh, and Pete, or course."

"Good. Drop by for a chat next week. I want to hear about this next project of yours."

"It's still in the planning stages. It looks good, but I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

"Okay, drop by anyway. I'd like to get to know you better. Hell, I'll even let you have a freebie. You pick the lady you want, and she's yours for the night."

I laughed. "I'll drop by, but I'm not interested in one of your ladies. I like 'em young and fresh."

She groaned. "Story of my life. Too damned much free competition."



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Chapter 6


Vera Iverson opened the door to my knock. The ten-year-old nymphet grinned wickedly and fluttered her long, dark eyelashes, looking so mischievous I wanted to tickle her to interrupt her impish composure. Her hair had been trimmed in a pageboy cut, which complemented her narrow face and long neck. Dark brown eyes glinted impishly. She personified a rare combination of cute and beautiful. I really liked her look and mischievous but still innocent personality.

"You're here for Helen. Follow me," she said with a voice that made me quiver with excitement as I imagined her lips moving next to my ear.

I followed her and decided I also liked her round, little ass encased and exhibited in tight jeans. She was tall for her age, and slim without being skinny. Her chest appeared flat with no evidence of breast development. I wondered if pubic hair had sprouted on her little cunt.

She looked over her shoulder and caught me ogling her. Her grin widened and the little wiggle she'd offered while she walked became a touch more exaggerated - such a delightful tease.

She settled me in the living room, told me Helen would join me soon and asked if I wanted a drink or something. The walk from my house had made me thirsty, so I asked for a soft drink of any kind as long as it wasn't diet. Besides, asking for the drink would give me one more opportunity to check out her sexy, little body.

Helen arrived before Vera returned with the drink, but only by a few seconds. I took the glass from Vera, thanked her and gulped, swallowing half the contents while gazing at her over the rim of the glass. I handed the tumbler back to Vera and winked. She squirmed and grinned.

Turning to Helen, I asked, "Shall we go?"

For me, the sisters didn't look like sisters. Vera had dark hair and a fair complexion, like porcelain. A strawberry blonde, Helen's complexion was darker, almost Mediterranean. Their eyes were similar though, dark brown and large on their narrow faces, and both had long, lovely necks.

"Yes," Helen replied. "I put together a basket - drinks and snacks. It's too cold for a picnic, but if we get hungry or thirsty we can picnic inside the car. Let me get it and we'll be on our way."

When Helen was out of sight, Vera asked, "Is my sister your girlfriend now?"

"Sort of. We're dating, but she's just a friend still, not a girlfriend."

Helen returned with a picnic basket in hand.

Vera announced, "He says he's just your friend, not your boyfriend."

I thought Helen would scold the nosy scamp. Instead, she grinned. "True," she said agreeing with me.

Helen obviously loved her little sister, and Vera returned her love with full measure. Nice, I thought.

"But you told me he kissed you. Doesn't that make him your boyfriend?"

"Not necessarily," Helen replied and turned to me. "Vera and I were talking earlier. She's struggling with the differences between a friend and boyfriend. I need a little help here."

"Well, Vera," I said, "if I get to know your sister more today, hear about her dreams and aspirations, how she feels about many things and how her responses fit with how I feel, then maybe we'll become boyfriend and girlfriend. We don't know each other well enough yet to make such an important decision." I winked at her again. "Besides, we'd need to kiss each other again, maybe more than once or twice, to become more serious than mere friends."

"Oh," Vera said simply. "Makes sense." She turned to her sister. "Sounds to me if you want him to be your boyfriend you've got to kiss him a whole bunch more, tell him all about yourself and hope he likes what he hears."

Helen laughed. "By gosh, I think you've got it! But I've got to like what I hear, too."

Vera grinned widely, winked at me, and skipped away, grabbing my eyes with her tight, little, denim-encased butt.

"Adorable," I said out loud without realizing I'd verbalized my thought.

"Yeah, but she can be a trial, too. Let's go."

I wondered if I'd exposed my preference, but Helen didn't appear offended. Outside, I politely opened the driver-side door and helped Helen behind the wheel. When I hopped in on the other side, the engine was running.

"It'll be a few minutes before the heater will work," Helen said. "Where would you like to go on this drive?"

"No preference. Surprise me."

She shrugged, thought a minute and backed out of the driveway. We headed out of town on Highway 93 going north, and after the car warmed she turned down the heater. It was a bright sunny day. The wind had turned from north to south since Friday night, bringing up warmer air, though it was still cold outside.

"Pull over," I suggested, "and we can take off our coats."

I helped her with her coat and threw it along with mine onto the backseat. Helen wore a loose sweater with a skirt, and pantyhose for warmth, I assumed, because her slim, shapely legs needed no enhancement. When she manipulated the clutch and gas pedals, the hem of her dress slipped up a ways on her thighs. She turned and grinned at me.

"Much better without the coat," she said.

"Uh-huh, especially the view of your legs. You have great legs, Helen."

She blushed. "Thanks." She reached and started to pull her dress lower.

"Don't you dare," I said and laughed. "I like the view. Don't spoil it, please."

She looked and me, and my grin must have been contagious, because she smiled back and shrugged. "Okay." She appeared to think about something and, keeping her eyes on the road, asked, "Would you like the hem a little higher?"

"Maybe just a little," I said with a chuckle.

"Say when," she quipped and her dainty fingers pulled on her skirt, exposing more of her legs. She stopped and glanced at me. "You were supposed to say when."

"I know."

"Oh." The skirt slipped up her thighs another inch and then another.

"When. Perfect."

"Whew! For a minute I believed you wanted me to expose more than my legs."

"Now that's a thought."

"Be nice. Have you been to the cave just north of the turnoff for Duck Creek?"

"Yes, but it's been a while. Good idea, but this car won't take us to the entrance. We'll need to hike a ways, and we'll need a flashlight."

"I have a Mag-Lite in the trunk and some blankets, though it won't be cold in the cave, and a little hike never hurt anyone. We can even have our picnic inside."

"I'm game. Sounds like fun."

A half-hour later darkness descended as we moved down into the cave. The cavern consisted of two large rooms with stalactites growing down from ceiling and stalagmites growing upwards from the floor. The Mag-Lite cast bouncing, eerie shadows as we moved deeper into the bowels of the earth.

Many teenagers had played in the cave over the years, and someone or a group had marred its beauty by building a fire with old tires inside. Stupid. They must have exited coughing and gasping and literally black with soot. But today, the air smelled sweet, and the Mag-Lite provided ample illumination.

We arranged the blanket on a level ledge next to a shallow pool of black reflective water. Helen handed me a can of cola, and then opened one for herself.

"Let's see," she said. "I have some cold fried chicken, cheese and crackers, and some home-made cookies for dessert." She set the food out and handed me a napkin. "Here, you'll need this. The chicken is sticky."

"But good," I said as I bit down on a chicken leg. We chatted while we ate. "This is great, Helen. I'm glad you brought the basket of goodies. Are you always this organized?"

"Lord, no. I mean - ah, I don't know what I mean."

"I think it means you made a special effort just for me. I hope so, because that's a real compliment. Thanks."

"Your welcome. And thanks for helping me with Vera. Puberty is sneaking up on her, and the new hormones produce more questions than answers, especially about social situations between boys and girls."

"She's great, and she's lucky to have a big sister to help her. I love girls her age. They're so open and adventurous. Boys, too, though boys aren't adorable like girls, much more troublesome. You know - puppy-dog tails and so forth. It's a shame society and their peers stomp on kids that age and dampen their enthusiasm."

"Yeah. Well, what are your dreams and aspirations, Paul?"

I laughed. "That was supposed to be my question, but I'll let you borrow it. I don't know. I know I don't like cold winters, so ultimately I'll settle somewhere with a warmer year-round climate. I also don't like being poor, so I'll have money someday. I've been helping Dad with his real estate development business, and we've just closed a deal for a small apartment project in Ely. I have a few other ideas, too. What about you?"

I could feel her eyes on me. Had I let her know too much?

"My father told me your dad surprised him when he started to remodel the first house and turn it into a duplex. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but my dad said he didn't think your dad had it in him."

"Yeah, Hank Johnson has surprised quite a few people." Including me, I thought.

"How involved are you, Paul?"

"Not very. Dad handles the construction details. The idea was mine. I talked to the contractor and Mrs. Potter at the bank and wrote the first draft of the business plan."

"Did you do the same for the project in Ely?"

"Sort of. I have a knack for ideas that seem to work, but without Dad, that's all they'd be - ideas." Time to change the subject. "What about you, Helen? What do you want out of life?"

"Finish high school, go to college, fall in love and get married, enjoy a career, have children. Same as most girls, I guess. I'm not very adventurous."

"Not true. You showed me most of your legs when I asked."

She laughed, and I suspected she blushed but I couldn't see her well enough inside the dark cave to be sure. The flashlight lying on the blanket let us see each other, but not well.

"Brazen, wasn't I?" she said.

"Sure, you're a real hussy," I quipped with a chuckle. "No, you're not brazen, but you sure are sexy." I surprised myself because I actually did think of her as sexy. Her quiet charm warmed me.

"Really? Do you really consider me sexy?"

"Sure, don't you?"

"No. Oh, I'm pretty, I guess, certainly not plain, and my body is okay, but sexy? No, not sexy."

"Didn't you feel sexy when you raised the hem of your skirt for me?"

She thought about my question and smiled shyly. "Yes, I did."

"I believe being sexy is a state of mind, Helen, as opposed merely to a set of physical characteristics. If you feel sexy, you'll be sexy. If not, you won't. You'll just be another pretty girl with an okay body, grossly understated expressions, incidentally. You're stunningly beautiful, well beyond pretty, and as my little sister, Kate, said to me a few days ago, you have a body to die for. Take my word for it. To me, you're sexy. I think you appear sexy to me, because when you're with me, you feel sexy. I'd say if you were with another boy, you might not feel or be sexy, but that would be presumptuous of me, making me appear much too full of myself."

She laughed nervously. "Not presumptuous. I think you're right. I do feel sexier when I'm with you," she said and to hide her embarrassment about my compliments started to clean up the picnic mess.

I helped and soon everything was in order. "Are you afraid of the dark?" I asked.

"No."

"Turn off the flashlight for a minute."

Suddenly, the dark became absolute, pure black like being inside a womb, I decided. Before Helen extinguished the flashlight, I'd noted her position on the blanket. I reached and took her hand in mine. We entwined our fingers.

"This is how a blind person goes through life," I said. "Scary, huh? I think I could lose my hearing and live an almost normal life. Not so if I lost my sight. I'm very visually oriented. My memory is visual. I prefer art to music." I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm and the tips of each or her fingers. "What's more important to you? Sight or hearing?"

"I don't know. I love music. Sounds thrill me, but... Gosh, it's dark. It's as if darkness is tangible in here, not merely the absence of light."

"Uh-huh. I remember the last time I was in this cave I speculated how it would feel to kiss a girl in such utter darkness. I wondered if the complete lack of visual stimuli would enhance or degrade the sensations of the kiss."

"Kiss me," Helen said and squeezed my hand. "I want to know, too."

I slid next to her and pulled her into my arms. In complete darkness, we bumped noses until we oriented the location and tilt of our faces. The kiss started tentative, but soon became romantic. Her soft, large breasts mashed against my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples even through her sweater and bra. She pulled away.

"For me, the darkness enhanced the sense of touch," she said. "Your lips on mine felt wonderful. It was if that's all existed - the touch of your lips on mine."

"Uh-huh. That's how I felt." I kissed her again, this time exploring her mouth with my tongue.

She moaned passionately, and I felt her hand on my cheek before she slipped her dainty fingers sensuously through my hair. The kiss continued, and I dropped my hand to where I believed her thigh rested on the blanket, but my fingers grasped below her knee. I fondled her lower leg and moved my hand up until I caressed the soft place behind her knee. She gasped.

"Oh, Paul. I'm really feeling sexy right now."

"Me, too."

She pulled my lips back to hers, and my hand traveled farther up her thigh. Her legs spread a little giving me more access, and soon my hand cupped her cunt over her pantyhose and panties. She groaned and hunched her hips at my hand, so I pressed my fingers harder and rubbed up and down. I could feel her moist arousal, and in the dark, I could smell it, too. My other hand squeezed her breast, finding a hard, little nipple I tweaked between my thumb and forefinger over her clothing.

In the absolute blackness, her face and form became her sister's in my mind's eye, the only visual reference I had. My cock lengthened and throbbed. I pulled her hand to the front of my jeans, and she grasped my hard-on and squeezed.

I wanted her. Whether she was Helen or Vera, I wanted her. I reached high at her hip and found the waistband of her pantyhose and tugged. That's when she stopped me with her hand, so I reached back and cupped her cunt again and rubbed some more. I nuzzled my face between her breasts and nipped at her nipples over her sweater.

A minute later I tried to remove her hose and panties again, and this time she let me, even helped by raising her hips off the blanket. My fingers went to her very wet cunt and explored every nook and crevice. She had a large clitoris that appeared to be too sensitive to be touched directly, and my finger inside her cunt found no hymen. I didn't know if she had fucked before, but I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her, and the fact I wanted her thrilled me. Maybe I could go through the rest of my life this time around without fucking little girls.

Rolling between her legs, I placed my mouth on her cunt and tasted her. Her taste was stronger than Kate's, but no less delectable, merely different. She grabbed the back of my head and promptly climaxed. Her screams of pleasure echoed off the cave walls.

She lay gasping and limp as she recovered. Memories from my past lives didn't go back to the time when man lived in caves, but somehow the experience that afternoon felt primal, and I had a very primal urge. I took a condom from my pocket, and after pushing my jeans and shorts to my knees, I rolled it down over my throbbing hard-on. Again, I situated myself between Helen's legs, but this time the head of my cock bumped against her cunt, not my mouth.

"No, Paul," Helen gasped with fright in her voice. "We can't. I'll get pregnant."

"You couldn't see, but I just put on a condom." I took her hand to my latex-sheathed cock. "Feel."

"Oh, but..."

"Tell me you don't want me, and I'll stop, Helen."

"It's not that. I want you. Oh, God, how I want you! But what will you think of me? I'm not a slut, Paul. I don't..."

"Of course you're not a slut," I said interrupting her. "You're a sexy girl with a beautiful face and an exciting body, and a very delicious pussy." I twirled the crown of my hard-on around the entrance to her cunt and pushed a little, entering her just past the bulbous head of my cock. "I'm barely inside you. If you want me, sexy Helen, you'll need to pull me deeper inside you. I won't take you. I want you. I want you desperately, but I won't take you."

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes!" She grabbed my hips with her hands and jerked me to her. I sank fully into with that one thrust. Her hips took off pushing her cunt up the length of my shaft and then quickly taking it back only to ratchet her hips up again taking me completely inside her. Her words became incoherent, excited sounds between gasps, and her lovely legs wrapped my thighs, pulling me to her and pushing me away, synchronized with the slide of her hips and my thrusts. We fucked each other like I believed prehistoric men and women fucked. There was no finesse, no subtlety to our rut. We fucked! Pure and simple.

I climaxed first and roared like a caveman when my head flew back and my back arched. I grabbed her pelvis with both hands and jerked her tightly to me. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I gasped each time a contraction rolled through my stiffened body, and at the same time, I jammed my cock deeply into her only to retract it a little so I could once again throw my entire length into her hot, convulsing cunt over and over again until my contractions finally slowed and became intermittent.

Her orgasm started about the time mine ended. She wailed in ecstasy, and the cave's walls revisited primal sounds from eons long past. Finally she collapsed, which allowed me to do the same, but I rolled to her side. My softened cock slipped out of her cunt. We weren't touching, and I stared up into the utter blackness. It was like the void I'd just visited when my orgasm took away all five of my senses, a void consisting of only the pure sensations of a climax. I felt! But not with the sense of touch - the feeling was totally in my mind. I felt bliss, pure ecstasy, a high so exquisite I wanted to never let it go.

Helen grabbed at me. She wanted to be reconnected, so I kissed her, gave her a lot of soft little kisses and murmured how wonderful I believed she was and how happy she'd made me. Finally, we just held each other, lying in the black cave together as if sharing a womb.

Ten minutes later, our breathing returned to normal, and I felt the stickiness of her juices drying around my groin, that and the slushy feel of my semen within the condom. I rolled it off and tossed it away, defiling the cave no less than the teenagers who had put tires afire within its confines. I reached and pulled up my jeans and went in search of the flashlight. Helen didn't help. It was as if she wanted to stay in her lethargic afterglow forever.

My search proved futile, and when I couldn't immediately find the only source of light we had, I started to panic. I anxiously groped over the blanket, even beyond its edges. Could we find our way out of the cave in the dark? Finally, my hand brushed against its smooth, metal surface, and relief flooded over me. I desperately needed my sense of sight, and with a flick of a switch the utter blackness turned into a more acceptable reality for me.

I turned to Helen. She smiled up at me, completely unaware of my recent panic. Her legs were still splayed, and the light settled on her reddened cunt, covered with course, blonde and matted tresses. The light on her nakedness embarrassed her. She jerked down her skirt and hurriedly started to repair her disheveled, just-fucked appearance.

Without speaking, we gathered up our things and exited the cave. Night had fallen while we were inside, and I reveled in the star-filled sky, the ceiling of the world's cave. I wondered how long we had dallied. A glance at my wristwatch indicated the night was still young. We'd been inside only a little over two hours. The hike down at night was a little treacherous, and Helen sprained her ankle, though not seriously. Still, I had to help her finish the trip back to the car.

We remained silent while Helen negotiated the dirt road back to Highway 93. When the tires started to sing on the paved road, I said, "That's the best Sunday drive I've ever taken."

Helen glanced at me and smiled. "Me, too."

"I think you can announce to your little sister that we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend now."

"Yes!" But her exclamation of emotion suddenly embarrassed her. "I mean..."

"I know exactly what you meant, Helen. Your strong emotion tickled me. As far as I'm concerned, my girlfriend is the sexiest girl in White Pine County, maybe even the whole state." Except Kate, I thought, but wisely kept my thought to myself.

"Thank you, Paul. I gotta admit I've never felt sexier." She reached for my hand, and our fingers entwined.

And maybe Vera, too.

"Soon, let's do it in full sunlight," I said. "I want to compare. I've experienced you as a blind man with an enhanced sense of touch and smell and taste, and the sounds we uttered were almost primordial, but I want to see you gloriously naked so I can explore you with my sense of sight, too." I chuckled. "I've always been a proponent of the scientific method."

She glanced at me and squeezed my hand. "Okay."

The subterfuge of a normal sexuality was in place. Could it be maintained? Or would my primal urges for a younger female overwhelm me again? I knew I liked the very pretty girl with the more than okay body sitting next to me and holding my hand. I liked her a lot.



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Chapter 7


Following my death in 1789 while storming the Bastille, I was reborn Teresa DaSilva in Rio de Janeiro. My life as a woman in Brazil was short and harsh. I lived only twenty-nine years. Born to poverty, I was raped and became pregnant at the age of fifteen and was forced into prostitution to take care of my child after my family disowned me. I wasn't a very attractive woman, slightly overweight and quite short, but because of my youth and amiable personality, I managed to eke out a living by sporadically selling my body. The memories from past lives had assailed me starting in my thirteenth year, but as an unmarried girl with a child, and with the yolk of the culture I lived in at the time, even with my memories I couldn't overcome the poverty I had assumed at birth. A sick patron accidentally murdered me in 1818 when I was playing the role of a submissive and things got out of hand.

My daughter, whom I named Inês after my maternal grandmother, was a sweet and loving little girl and a real beauty, and it was my fondest dream that she wouldn't follow me in la Vida - the Life - like so many daughters of prostitutes at that time and ever since. I believe I succeeded, but I didn't return to Brazil during my next life, which I lived as an architect and builder in a different part of the world for over fifty years, so I don't know how fate treated the girl. I know I loved her. Still do. Two years before my death, my daughter and I became lovers. Very empathic, Inês sensed my need for her and slipped into bed with me one night. Come to think of it, Vera reminded me of Inês when Inês was ten. Maybe that's why I was so attracted to the mischievous imp.

Every whore has a story. I just told you one I experienced. I didn't know Foxy Mama Gerhard's story, nor did I think she'd ever tell me, but I was sympathetic to her plight. Overall she'd probably made the best of what life had handed her, though no doubt she made mistakes along the way. We all do.

I entered the Big Four, and Foxy Mama noticed me immediately. This time, she greeted me with a warm smile, not suspicion. She instructed one of her girls to take over the bar and guided me to her rooms. A different woman entered a minute later with a glass of wine for Foxy and a club soda for me. The blue-haired woman fussed over me and made me feel welcome.

"Pete called. The deal is set," she said with her gravely voice and sipped her wine. "Now, tell me why you know so much about real estate development."

"I was an architect and builder in a past life," I quipped with a chuckle, expecting the old whore mistress to dismiss my statement as flippant. She surprised me and took me seriously.

"I thought so. It had to be something like that. I sometimes remember flashes from some of my past lives."

My jaw must have dropped because she laughed raucously.

"I was kidding," I said, blushing.

"Maybe. Doesn't matter. Pete said he'd never seen such a professional business plan before, at least not around these parts. He also said it was uncanny how you looked over the legal documents so quickly and easily found the loopholes he'd placed within them for my benefit. You don't play fair, young man. My guess is you were also a lawyer in a past life."

I laughed. "Never. All lawyers should be executed for high crimes against humanity. The world would be a better place for it."

She laughed. "True. Are you ready to tell me about our next deal yet?"

"No, but I'll tell you it involves a casino."

Her jaw dropped. I wasn't as rude as she. I only chuckled.

"I'm working on the business plan now. Give me a month or two to work out all the details. With your permission, I'd like to drop by and pick your brain about some parts of the deal from time to time."

"Sure. You don't think little, do you?"

"This isn't a big deal, Foxy. This Podunk town can't handle a big deal, but it can stand a little competition."

"My partners in this establishment might not like more competition," Foxy Mama said and looked at me sternly. "And I'm not talking about the hooker business."

I grinned. "I know. We'll just make them our partners in the casino."

"You do know who I'm talking about, don't you?"

"Da Mob?"

"Yeah, you know. They play the game by different rules, young man. If things don't go well they don't take their partners to court. They use other methods, some of them of the lethal kind."

"Foxy, under the right circumstances, we can each make a half-million dollars, give or take. You can sell out your interest to them and retire."

"Ah, hell, I can retire now, could have years ago. If I retire, I die. Give me another reason."

"Because we'll have some fun in the process."

She laughed. "Damn it, boy, I like you. Okay. I'll play along for a while."

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"What the hell were you doing in the Big Four, Son?" Mom asked two days later.

I laughed. "Not losing my virginity."

"Don't be a smart ass and answer my question."

"I will if you'll tell me who tattled."

"Mary Larson. Her husband told her that Greg Will told him that..."

"Enough. If you must know, Ms. Gerhard is our silent partner in the apartment project in Ely, but I promised not to tell anyone, so I'd appreciate your confidence on the matter."

"What? Paul, your Dad will have a hissy fit!"

"Why?"

"Ah - because, just because."

I laughed again. Mother had hissy fits, not Dad.

"Mom, I invited Ms. Gerhard to be our partner in the apartment project because I really need her involvement in our next venture. We didn't actually need the $10,000 she put up for the apartment deal. I was just thinking ahead."

"But we can't have the neighbors... no, let me amend that. We can't have the whole damned town gossiping about you and putting you down. I won't have it, you hear?" she said forcefully.

"I don't mind, but obviously you do. Look, Ms. Gerhard anticipated this problem. When we meet in the future, no one will see me. Tell Mary Larson I went inside the establishment out of curiosity, and Foxy Mama threw me out. That should satisfy her prurient mind."

"What do I tell your father?"

"Tell him everything if you need to. Otherwise let it alone. She's a silent partner, Mom. Dad will never need to deal with her. I won't either, not on the apartment deal, but I do need her help with my next venture."

"Surely you're not thinking about opening a cathouse?"

"No, I..."

Mother was putting me on, and cracked up when I fell for it. She laughed so hard tears started to stream from her eyes. Her hilarity was contagious, and the two of us were still laughing when Kate came home and demanded to know what was so funny.

"Mom thinks I'm planning a cathouse for my next business venture."

"Cat house? We don't have any cats."

Her confused look and words set Mom and I off afresh. My side started to hurt.

"Oh, the other kind of cathouse," Kate said and joined our laughter.

Later, Kate knocked on my door. I was in the middle of reading an article on my computer, so I held up my finger for her to give me a minute. She sat on the bed and waited patiently. My first request after we closed the initial duplex deal was a new, powerful computer - powerful for 1986, that is - with a satellite connection to the World Wide Web. It cut my research time in half. After we sold the apartments, I planned to use part of our profits for a CAD setup for drafting, which reminded me. We'd soon need a bigger house, if only for office space for Dad and me and our business.

I saved the document and turned to Kate with a smile. So far we'd both kept our promises to Mother, but damn it, I sure did miss her. I missed the feel of her silky, squirmy body next to mine. I missed her mouth and kisses, her budding breasts, her touch and most of all her lively cunt.

To give her credit, Kate had been reasonable and had not teased me - well, not very much.

"Why a cathouse?" she asked.

I explained. "But mums the word. Dad doesn't even know about Foxy's involvement."

Kate just sat there shaking her head. "Unbelievable. Bro, you're something else again." She hesitated. "How's your sex life?"

When my eyes widened, she chuckled. "Never mind. I know you don't kiss and tell. The reason I asked, do you remember my suggestion during our night?"

We had over the past week or so started to refer to the night and morning Mom gave us to consummate our love for each other as "our night."

"You know," Kate continued, "the suggestion about watching Piper and me, and the same for me with you and Helen?"

"Yes." Of course I remembered. The images her suggestion evoked in my imagination flashed through my daydreams frequently.

"Are you still interested?"

"In watching you and Piper, yes, definitely. Reciprocity can't be arranged yet."

"Okay, whatever. Be here by three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, in hiding, if you get my drift, and enjoy."

She stood and strode from the room, wiggling and teasing... 

She'd been correct when she complained not long ago that life just wasn't fair.

I had a hard-on.

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I cut my last class and begged a ride from a friend, but I arrived to a quiet house ten minutes before three o'clock. I went to my room and waited impatiently.

At five minutes past the hour, I heard noises and soon recognized the delightful sounds of Kate's musical voice. I didn't know where the event would take place - in the living room or Kate's bedroom - so I stayed in my room until the girls committed.

The voices became louder. As they entered Kate's room, I could make out their words.

"I'm horny," Kate said. "Are you?"

Piper chuckled. "I'm always horny."

"Let's get naked and mess around."

"Yeah. Last one naked has to do the other one first."

I listened to giggles and the rustle of clothing and envisioned the two nude nymphets in a Sapphic embrace. Because I'd seen both of them naked, I conjured quite a scene from memory, a sight I'd soon actually confirm. My cock throbbed and felt decidedly uncomfortable, so I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them off along with my shorts.

"It's a tie!" Piper announced from my sister's bedroom.

"Cool, we'll do each other at the same time," Kate suggested.

I fisted my cock, watched pre-cum dribble from the end and waited until I heard moans and sighs. Standing, I crept from my room and down the hall, hoping Kate had left the door cracked open so I could see them.

It wasn't open a crack. It was wide open. I peeked around the doorjamb, and my gasp nearly gave me away. Actually, my quick intake of air let Kate know I was watching. She looked up from Piper's vulva and winked at me. She had arranged the tableau so I could stand in the room, and Piper couldn't see me. Piper was on her back, and Kate was over her facing the foot of the bed. I couldn't see Piper's face because it was between Kate's pretty legs, licking my sister's pussy, I assumed.

Kate dropped her mouth back onto Piper's cunt, but her eyes remained on me. With a hand, she motioned me forward, and then my sister gasped when she saw my hard cock in my fist. Piper probably assumed her mouth on my sister's pussy caused the gasp.

"Jack off," Kate mouthed silently.

I nodded and started to stroke my cock.

"Finger fuck her," I mouthed.

Kate nodded in Piper's cunt and pushed a finger deeply inside the redhead, and at the same time she lashed her friends clit with her tongue. Kate's finger thrust quickly in and out of Piper's pussy, which caused the redhead to moan. When Piper's pelvis started to hump up at Kate's mouth and finger, Kate grinned and winked at me again.

Too close to a climax, I removed my hand from my cock. I held up two fingers, and Kate nodded and acknowledged my request by adding a second finger to the one already thrusting in and out of Piper's excited pussy.

I wanted to replace my sister's fingers with my cock and fuck the sexy redheaded youngster.

As if she could read my mind, Kate raised her head from Piper's cunt and said out loud, "Pretend my fingers are my brother's long, hard cock." Kate added a third finger and stuffed them into the gaping little cunt under her mouth.

Piper groaned mightily, and her little ass rose up from the bed as she climaxed forcefully. Kate continued to fuck her friend with her fingers as the girl moved through her orgasm. When Piper's little butt fell back to the bed, Kate motioned to me, indicating I should leave the room.

Seconds later, I stood in the hall next to the door to my bedroom ready to duck out of sight and listened.

"Jeez, Kate how many fingers did you have in my pussy?" Piper asked after she had recovered from her climax.

"Three, sort of. The third one wouldn't go in very far."

"I thought so. I felt so full! What made you bring up your brother?"

"I've known for a while you've had a crush on him. I thought the comment would excite you and make you come. That's why I stuffed your pussy so full. I wanted you to feel as if Paul was inside you."

"Well, it worked. I haven't come so hard in a long time. What about you? You didn't get to come."

I heard movement on the bed, and Kate said, "There. Roll between my legs and eat me, Piper. Ah, yes. Like that."

I moved silently back down the hall and peeked around the corner again. Kate was leaning against the headboard with her legs spread and Piper's face mashed against her cunt. Once again, Kate had arranged a scene I could watch without being seen by Piper if I didn't make any noises to draw Piper's attention from the pussy in front of her face.

Piper was on her knees and leaning forward, which pulled her little ass into the air like a stinkbug. I could see her red and swollen pussy between her legs, and the position spread the cheeks of her ass just enough so her little, brown pucker winked at me. Piper had grown a substantial bush of auburn pubic hair since the time I had seen her over six months ago. With the action Kate had given the girl's pussy a few minutes before, her labia gaped, and I could see the entrance to her vagina. I swallowed a groan and fisted my cock again.

Kate winked.

"Would you let him fuck you? Paul, I mean?" Kate asked. "No, don't talk, Piper. Nod on my pussy if the answer is yes."

I noted Piper's head move up and down.

"Cool," Kate said. "I wish he were here right now. He could step up behind you and shove his hard cock into your cunt while you eat me. Would you like that, Piper?"

The answer was obviously positive.

"Yeah, I bet you would. I bet he's a better fuck than your cousin. He has a really big cock, Piper. I watched him jack it off once."

Piper jerked her head up. "Really?"

I jerked my hand from my cock, and prepared to turn and rush away. If Piper turned her head just a little, her peripheral vision would expose my presence.

"Don't stop!" Kate exclaimed and pulled her friend's face back to her pussy. "Yeah, it looked to be about seven inches long and it was very thick. That's bigger than the cock your cousin shoved in you. Right? No, don't talk. Just nod yes or shake your head no. Yeah, I thought so."

Kate groaned. "Oh, I do love your mouth on me, Piper. Yeah, right there. Suck it! Suck my clit!" With her hands at the back of Piper's head, my sister pulled the girl's mouth tightly to her cunt.

I grabbed my cock again and started to stoke it - long, slow strokes so I could control my orgasmic urge, which had become acute again.

"Yeah, when I saw it all long and hard like that," Kate added, "I wanted my brother to fuck me, Piper! I wanted him to shove his long cock into my little cunt and fuck me! Do you think I'm sick or perverted for wanting my brother to fuck me? You fucked your cousin. You committed incest. You shouldn't be too shocked to find out I want to fuck my brother. Are you? Yeah, that's what I thought. Let's both fuck him, Piper. He can fuck you while you eat me, and then he can fuck me while I lap his come out of your pussy. Okay? Yeah, I thought you'd like that. Suck my clit! Bite it! Yes! I'm coming, Piper. Suck me off! Shove your fingers into my cunt. I want to pretend Paul is fucking me! Fucking me! Fucking me!"

A long, low moan escaped my sister's mouth and strengthened until it became a scream as an orgasm washed over her, gripping her and stiffening her body, and twisting her pretty face into a grimace of pleasure.

I climaxed at the same time. My head flew back and semen shot from the end of my cock. I tried to catch it with my hand, but some still fell to the floor. I bit my lip to maintain silence, but I wanted to shout with pleasure. More than that, I wanted to fuck them both. Fuck them and fuck them and fuck them.

On wobbly legs, I backed from the room, moved down the hall and fell onto my bed. My door was open, and I knew I should close it, but I was too out of it. I was gasping, and I hoped the sounds didn't carry. But I'd heard the girls earlier, so they could hear me now. I groaned and with a determined effort I rose and closed my door silently, slumping onto my computer chair instead of the bed. I was still hard. I had never seen anything in all my lives as arousing as the sight I'd just witnessed. Kate's nasty, sexy imagination and words were major contributors.

I waited in my room reliving the recent event until I heard the girls get up and get dressed. A few minutes later, Piper left, and soon Kate opened my door and stepped inside. Her lustful eyes fixed on my come-covered, still hard cock, and without a word, she pulled off the few clothes she'd put on to let her friend out the door.

"She knew you were here, Paul," Kate said as her skirt hit the floor. She wore no panties. "We could hear you gasping. When did you come?"

"In your room. I caught most of it with my hands."

"You're still hard." She stood before me naked.

"Uh-huh."

"We're going to break our promise."

"Uh-huh."

"Just this once. Okay?" She walked to me.

"Yes."

Straddling my hips, she guided my cock into her cunt. We both sighed as my hard shaft slipped fully inside her, and then she chuckled because of our simultaneous sighs, which caused wondrous things to happen to her cunt around my hard shaft.

"Jeez! Having you watch us was sexy! I want to watch you fuck her, Paul."

"Yeah," I said and sucked one of her tiny nipples into my mouth as my hands squeezed her world-class ass. God, how I had missed her! I missed everything about her.

"Will you fuck her while she eats me?"

"Yes."

"And then we'll break our promise one more time when you fuck me while I lap up all your come from her cunt."

"Uh-huh." I'll fuck you anytime, anywhere you want me, I thought. In fact her scenario would satisfy a major fantasy I enjoyed in private moments, usually with my hard cock in my fist.

I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her while her narrow, active hips went into the natural sliding motion women of all ages seemed to know and perform intuitively.

"Do you know you've never come in me, Paul? You've only come in those damned rubbers. I want you to come in me! In me! In my cunt! I want you to fill up my cunt with your sperm!"

"Yes." I kissed her again, and she increased the speed of her rhythmic slide back and forth on my cock.

"Mom knew we'd break our promise, you know. That's why she put me on the pill."

"I guess."

"We can't do this all the time, not like before."

"I know."

"But sometimes I need you inside me so much I want to scream."

"I feel the same way."

"Oh God, you feel so good in me not covered up by a rubber."

I grabbed her hips and threw mine up at her.

"Yes, like that. Fuck me, bro. Fuck your little sister. Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me."

Lifting her with my throbbing cock still seated deeply inside her, I rose from the chair and fell on the bed on top of her. I fucked her then. It was my turn to break my promise. It was my turn to fuck her, and I fucked her. I fucked her like I'd never fucked her before. I pounded her little cunt unmercifully, and she loved it. My hips were like the pistons on a steam engine as I shoved and retracted and thrust and pulled away over and over and over again, faster and faster, and harder and harder. She climaxed and still I pounded her, fucked her until she climaxed again, and finally I exhaled a primal roar that reverberated off the walls as my semen blasted into her cunt, filling it with my come for the first time.

"Yes!" she screamed, writhing frantically under me, grasping me with her hands, her feet, and her convulsing pussy. "Give me your seed. Come in me. Come! Come! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

We collapsed at the same moment and held each other and kissed and touched and kissed some more and told each other how deeply we loved one another. Kate recovered before me and bathed me with a warm, damp washcloth like I'd bathed her on our night. I didn't stop panting until she finished.

Kate laughed. "We lasted almost two weeks. I'm proud of us."

"I'm not. We broke our promise, Kate. We can't continue to fuck each other."

"I know. I couldn't resist. When I saw your hard cock again while I was eating Piper, I knew my resolve would falter. We'll try again." She giggled. "Let's try to last a whole month this time."

"What about Piper. You said she knew I'd watched the two of you."

"No, I said she knew you were here. I convinced her we got away with it."

"Oh, okay. Were you serious about the three of us getting together?"

"Dead serious at the time. Now, I have reservations."

"Good, so do I, not the least of which was my other promise to Mother. I'm supposed to leave girls Piper's age alone."

"Paul, I came very close to telling Piper you were behind her while she was eating me. I really wanted to watch you push your cock into her. And I wanted to eat your come from her cunt while you fucked me even more. She would have done it, too, Paul. She would have let you fuck her. She wasn't just talking in a moment of passion. She fucked her cousin a couple of months after the two of you masturbated together, so you could fuck me while she watched and she wouldn't condemn us for it."

"But she might tell someone about it. After all, she told you about her and her cousin. No, I don't trust her, Kate."

"Maybe. We'll see. We'd better get cleaned up. Dad will be home in a half-hour, and it might be best if you weren't here."

"Yeah. Be careful with my semen. That's how Mother tumbled on our activities before. She found my come tracks in your sheets."

Kate nodded and reluctantly rolled from my arms and stood by the bed with her little breasts red-blotched and her cunt shiny and puddled with my come.

"You are so utterly beautiful, sweet sister of mine. You take my breath away."

Kate shivered and grinned. I reached for her, but she danced away.

"Don't tempt me. I can't resist you, bro. I never have and never will. We don't have the time."

I groaned. "I know. I'm supposed to meet Helen, anyway, so I'll shower first."

"Helen!" she grumbled. "The gorgeous bitch still makes me jealous. You've fucked her, haven't you?"

I laughed. "You know I don't kiss and tell."

"Well, you owe me. Set it up so I can watch the two of you."

"Uh-uh. Helen wouldn't be as understanding as Piper if she caught you, and she certainly wouldn't understand our incestuous urges."

"Maybe not, but I've heard a few things. You might be surprised."

"What?"

"Rumors and gossip, not worth repeating. My source is a compulsive liar. Go shower."

Standing under the shower spray, I wondered again what Kate had heard about Helen. My sister would tell me if I pressed her, but I wouldn't push the issue. Both of us condemned gossip and gossipers. I shrugged. It was just as well Kate kept the gossip to herself. If I'd heard the rumors, I might have been tempted to confront Helen to confirm or deny them, something I shouldn't do, had no right to do.

As it turned out, I probably should have insisted Kate repeat the gossip for me.



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Chapter 8


Three days after our interlude in absolute darkness, Helen and I had our session in the light of day and agreed wholeheartedly the addition of visual references enhanced our sexual pleasure, though Helen told me she was happy our first time had been in the dark of the cave. She said she probably would have refused to let me have my way with her otherwise and declared she'd always cherish our first time as special and unique. We made the comparisons while recovering from our orgasms, but even then she seemed reluctant to discuss the subject.

Her regal, quiet charm excited me, though, and except for an occasional inevitable side trip with my sister, I hoped to satisfy my sexual needs with my slightly older girlfriend and avoid the potentially serious problems inherently present if one messed around with younger girls.

But, a few things bothered me about Helen. She'd not been a virgin our first time in the cave, but still she acted the innocent, was easily embarrassed by sexual comments or compliments, and basically shy about exposing herself physically except during and immediately following sex, and even then she compressed those moments and covered her nakedness at the first opportunity. In past lives, I'd noticed females - myself included when I was a female - tended to bask in the afterglow of sex, displaying themselves in somewhat lewd ways without being concerned about appearing ladylike. Not so with Helen. Oh, she liked to fuck and had no difficulty achieving an orgasm, but unless highly aroused during the sexual act never brought up sex or sexy subjects.

We were sitting in the family room of the Iverson residence watching television. Vera wasn't underfoot, so I assumed she was visiting a friend, and Helen's parents had gone out to dinner. Alone with the pretty girl, I decided to push her to reveal more about her sexual attitudes as well as uncover details about her past sex life.

I took her hand in mine and said, "You told me you've never been in love, except for a childhood crush, Helen. True?"

"Uh-huh." She squeezed my hand and smiled.

She probably expected me to declare I was in love with her, but I surprised her. "Have you ever been in lust?"

After an initial shocked look, her smile widened and her eyes turned sultry. "I'm in lust with you, Paul."

"No, I mean before me."

A worried look crossed her face. "Yeah, I guess. What about you?" she asked using her common tactic of making me the center of the conversation.

I laughed. "Oh, I've lusted after too many females to count." Piper, Kate, Helen, Vera, and a half-dozen more nymphets if I were to tell the truth, which I didn't. "That's the nature of males. And yes, I've been in lust a few times, especially right now with you. Were you in lust as well as in love with your childhood crush?"

"No. I was too young then. I didn't really know about lust, but I do remember..." She blushed.

"Remember what?"

"Oh, getting a funny feeling in my... ah, lower belly."

"I forget. How old were you then?"

"Six, almost seven."

"Was that the first time you felt the funny feelings in your lower belly?" I chuckled. "By the way, how low in your belly?"

She slapped my shoulder, but not hard. "Be nice."

"You mean below your belly, don't you? Like in your pussy?"

She blushed. "Yeah, I guess."

"Why does the word pussy embarrass you?" It dawned on me she'd never said a dirty word in my presence.

"It's not nice."

"Say it out loud for me."

"Paul! I can't. It's not nice."

"I disagree. I think your pussy is very nice indeed. Okay, I'll let you off the hook, but answer my other open question. When did you first experience what you call funny feelings in your pussy?"

"I don't know. I know I felt them before then."

"In what context?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know. Associated with a boy or while bathing or another activity?" Like touching yourself, I thought.

"Oh. Ah, Paul, I'm really not comfortable with this conversation."

Surprise, surprise, I thought. "Why? Are my questions too personal?"

"Sort of. I don't know. I've never been comfortable talking about sexual things, that's all."

"But we've had sex, Helen, quite a few times."

She blushed. "I know. Still..." She went silent.

"Helen, from all indications you enjoy sex - a lot, in fact. Does having sex make you uncomfortable, and I don't mean physically uncomfortable?"

"Sometimes, at first. Not later when... you know." She smiled, and I knew she planned to change the subject. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine. Helen, you're very sexual, but talking about it makes you uncomfortable, which is a shame because I really enjoy talking about sex. I don't consider sex a bad thing. Oh, it can be naughty, even nasty, but naughty sex can also be a real turn on. Let me approach this from another angle. When you mentioned your funny feelings, you hesitated before you said they occurred in your lower belly, so I suspect you verbally amended your thought. Did you think 'lower belly' first or did you think 'pussy' or another word you associate with your vulva?"

She squirmed and her eyes darted back and forth from mine to a spot somewhere on the wall in front of her.

When she didn't answer my question, I said, "You didn't think 'lower belly' first, did you?"

"No."

"When you see or touch me when I have an erection, do you think, 'Oh, what a nice erection?' or does your mind use a more vulgar term for my erect penis? A word like cock or prick or dick? What I'm asking is does your thinking process use so-called dirty words?"

"I guess. Sometimes," she said with a grimace.

I grinned. "Great. We're making headway. Okay. I just discovered you're normal after all because you sometimes use dirty or vulgar words when you think, even if you won't or can't verbalize them. Words or thoughts can also be very suggestive. For example, even though you're uncomfortable with this conversation, I'd be willing to bet you're a little aroused sexually, too. Correct?"

She nodded. "A little."

"When did the arousal start?"

"A while back."

"When you thought about getting that funny feeling?"

"Uh-huh."

"When you thought about the funny feeling in your pussy?"

"Yes."

"And when I mentioned my cock, your arousal increased, didn't it?"

"Yes."

"Good. By the way, I'm aroused, too. My cock is about half-hard right now. You're a little wet. I'm a little hard. Why? I haven't touched you except to hold your hand, and you haven't touched me. We're fully dressed; we haven't even kissed each other, but we're aroused. We're that way because we've been talking about sex."

When I told her my cock was half-hard, her eyes had glanced furtively at my crotch. When she looked back up at me, they expressed more than a little lust.

"Have you ever thought about your pussy as a cunt?" I asked taking the issue up a notch.

Her eyes widened and her jaw gaped a bit. "Paul! This conversation is getting out of hand!"

"I asked a simple question. You can reply with a yes or no, but I'd like you to be honest with me. In your mind, have you ever labeled your vulva a cunt? Yes or no?"

"No!"

"Liar. I can see it in your eyes. You're lying through your teeth. Okay, in your mind have you ever thought the word, fuck?"

Appearing very offended, she jerked her hand from mine and moved away from me. "I think it's time for you to leave, Paul."

I shrugged and pushed myself up from the sofa. "Okay. I just think it's strange that you can fuck me but throw me out of your house for saying the word." With a stern look, I continued, "I enjoy fucking you, Helen. A lot. You're my girlfriend, and I love my cock in your cunt." She flinched with each vulgar word exiting my mouth. "I consider the word, fuck, a beautiful word, certainly not dirty, unless used as a cuss word or in a derogatory manner. You feel all warm and fuzzy when you think about making love. I feel the same way when I think about fucking you. Somehow the word fuck expresses all of the lovely emotions and sensations I experience when we make love. I know you use the word and other similar words in your mind, but can't say them out loud, not even in a loving context. I know I've offended you, but I'm not sorry because I've also aroused you. Goodnight. If you want to see me again, give me a call."

I turned and walked away from her. As I was pulling my coat from the entry closet, I turned to her. She sat rigid, but I could see tears welling in her eyes. She glanced in my direction, and the tears overflowed.

"Don't go," she said with a whimper.

I put the coat back into the closet and returned to her, taking her into my arms. She sobbed once, but swallowed the next one, trying mightily to control her emotions.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I'm such a prude." She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and gave me a shy smile.

I softly kissed her eyes and her mouth and tasted her salty tears. "No, Helen, you are not a prude. Someone, your father or your mother or both, conditioned you so thoroughly you can't utter aloud words your mind can handle silently with ease."

"No, I feel guilty even when I think nasty words."

"But still, you think them, and that's normal, very normal. Our thoughts are private. They answer only to the person thinking them. Who pounded it into your skull not to use certain words? Your mother?"

"No, Daddy, but Mom, too, I guess, though for the most part she does things to please him. She backs him up, doesn't act on her own. If she heard me say a bad word, she'd caution me by saying Daddy wouldn't like it. She'd say I wasn't being ladylike."

"If you use the words casually, you wouldn't be ladylike, but in a loving situation, like when we're having sex, the words are appropriate, or at least they are to my way of thinking."

"I know. I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes, my mind literally screams the words at me, especially when... you know, when you're inside me."

"I said I wasn't sorry, but I am. I screwed up and pushed you too far. I wanted to see how excited I could make you with words and suggestions without touching you or kissing you, but I pushed the wrong buttons. I wanted to see if you would reach for me and touch me sexually without me leading you. I also wanted to know about your past sex life. I wanted to hear about the first time you touched yourself, the first time a boy touched you, when you had your first orgasm - those sorts of things. Instead, I made you too uncomfortable. I'm sorry, though I won't promise I won't make you uncomfortable again."

"Oh, Paul, I can tell you all those things. I just can't tell you using the words you wanted me to use."

I smiled. "I can live with that. Dirty words arouse me. Obviously they have an opposite effect on you. I..."

"No, they arouse me, too, if said in a loving way. I don't mind you saying them most of the time. In fact, I like it. I just can't say them myself."

"Let me ask you this. Have you ever wanted to initiate sexual play between the two of us?"

She nodded. "Yes, but I believed you would consider me too bold, sort of sluttish, so..."

"Never. I'm your boyfriend, Helen. If you have a desire, express it."

"Okay. Would you please shut up and make love to me? We've already wasted a lot of precious minutes. Vera could come home anytime."

I laughed heartily, stood and held my hand out to her. "Let's go to your bedroom in case the munchkin comes home before we're finished."

Helen's smile lit up the room. She took my hand and I lifted her into my arms. She kissed me before I could kiss her, and her new slightly aggressive behavior pleased me.

In her room we undressed quickly and tumbled onto her bed, kissing and touching each other. My mouth found a nipple, which made Helen gasp.

"I love my breasts kissed and caressed," she said. "Yes, like that. When you... ah, suck on them, it's as if they are connected to my... my pussy. There! I said it. Are you happy?"

I chuckled. "Considering the situation, pussy is certainly more appropriate than vulva or vagina."

"Uh-huh. Kiss me down there, Paul. It's so nasty, but it feels so good."

"Down where?" I asked to tease her.

"Kiss my pussy, damn it!"

"Just kiss it, or would you like me to lick it, too?" I asked as I traveled down her body.

"Lick it, too. Oh, that feels so good. I love it, Paul. I couldn't believe it when you put your mouth on me in the cave. I remember I thought, 'How nasty! How can he do that?' I even reached with my hands to push you away. But I didn't. I didn't push you away. Instead, I pulled you closer to me, like I'm doing right now. Your mouth on me thrilled me. The sensations were so intense I climaxed almost immediately. Do you remember?"

I turned my face to the side and said, "Yes."

"And then in the car a few days later, you put your mouth on me again. That time I didn't even consider pushing you away. And today, today I asked you to lick me, to... Oh, I'm so hot, so close. When you suck on my clitoris... oh, oh, yes! When you suck and lick like you're doing right now, I - can - hardly - stand - it! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!"

Her "yes" became a long wail increasing in volume as her orgasm progressed. Her cunt grabbed my finger inside her like a vise, but only for a second, then the interior membranes fluttered and convulsed. I continued to suck and lick her clitoris and plunge my finger in and out of her cunt until she slumped limply back to the bed.

I crawled up over her and kissed her. She didn't mind tasting her juices covering my lips, and I wondered if she'd mind tasting my semen. I held her and gave her time to recover, and finally her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a relaxed smile.

"Thank you, Paul. I love it when you do that for me."

"I'm glad. I love having the same done for me, Helen."

She didn't grimace, but she certainly didn't appear positive about my request.

"I've never done that, Paul. I don't know if I could."

"Why? Do you think it wouldn't taste good?"

"That's part of it. I don't know. It just seems so nasty to me, like saying dirty words."

I glanced at my hard-on. Pre-cum was drooling from its tip. I reached and scooped some up with my finger and placed it on her lips. Shocked, she pulled her head back, but a second later she licked her lips. A curious expression preceded a small smile.

"Will you teach me?" she asked tentatively.

"Sure. We'll start slow, and you can stop anytime you want. Scoot down and kneel next to my hips. Good. Now take my erection in your hand. No, down lower, as low as you can. Great. Now bend down and reach with your tongue and touch the tip."

She chickened out during her first nervous attempt and backed away before her tongue connected, but she squared her shoulders as if to say, "I can do this," and on her second try, the tip of her tongue gently touched the end of my cock. She pulled back, sitting on her heels, and smiled at me.

"Not bad," she said rolling her tongue around in her mouth. "What's next?"

"This time lick all around the crown as if it were an ice cream cone."

She bent again, still tentative but much less so, and her tongue lapped around the head of my cock. I groaned with pleasure not only to give her positive feedback but also because her tongue felt so good. She acknowledged my feedback by rolling her tongue around the crown again before sitting back.

"Helen, that was nice. I loved it. Now pull about two or three inches into your mouth, suck gently and twirl your tongue at the same time. But watch your teeth. Teeth and oral sex don't go together."

"Right. No teeth."

A few seconds later, I groaned loudly. Helen was definitely a quick study. "Nice. Very nice."

She leaned back and gave me a big grin. "This isn't so bad. I think I like it, even. What now?"

"Well, you have the basics. Now think of your mouth as a pussy. What excites a man is thrusting in and out of a pussy, so bob up and down on my cock with your mouth while you suck and lick at the same time. Oh, your hand should be involved, too. Stroke my shaft with your hand in time with the bobbing of your head. Plus, you have a decision to make. You need to decide whether to swallow my semen when I ejaculate, or not. If not, at the last second, pull your mouth off my cock and stroke it until I come."

She nodded, dipped her head and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. For a first timer she was doing a marvelous job. What pleased me the most was she obviously enjoyed what she was doing, which surprised me, especially considering her negative attitude before she started. It took her a while to put everything together, but I gave her a few words of praise or some guidance with my hands, and she soon had me close to an orgasm.

"Just before I come, my cock will swell up a..."

Suddenly the door slammed open, and Vera burst into the room. She slid to a stop, and her jaw gaped open in shock.

Helen squealed, and then screamed, "Get out! Get out!"

But Vera didn't move. It was as if she'd suddenly become catatonic. Her eyes were fixed on my hard cock wobbling around in the air, wet and shiny with Helen's saliva.

"Vera," I said softly, but loud enough for her to hear. "Vera, look at me. Look at my face."

Her eyes rose to mine.

"Vera, you should leave. Okay?"

She nodded, a tiny nod, and her eyes returned to my waving cock. She looked back at my eyes, turned and left the room without saying a word or closing the door.

Helen had pulled a sheet up to cover herself. She was mumbling to herself. I couldn't understand her words. Rolling my feet to the floor, I pulled on my shorts and jeans.

"Get dressed," I said to Helen. "We need to talk to Vera."

"You talk to her. She'll tell on us for sure. Daddy will ground me for the rest of my life, and he'll beat the hell out of you."

"Helen, this isn't about you and me. It's about Vera. We shocked her. She needs to know you still love her."

"Didn't you hear what I just said? We're in trouble, Paul. Big trouble."

I buttoned my shirt. "Get dressed. I'm going to talk to Vera."

I knocked on Vera's bedroom door. "Vera, it's Paul. May I come in?"

Silence.

The door wasn't locked so I pushed it open. I saw Vera lying face down on her bed.

"May I come in?"

Still she didn't respond, so I walked to her bed and sat on the edge of it.

"Did we shock you?" I asked.

I watched as she nodded her head just a little.

"I bet we did. It wasn't polite of you to burst in on us like you did without knocking first."

"I didn't know you were there, what the two of you were..."

She stopped talking. She had the same trouble expressing herself regarding sex as her sister.

"Were what, Vera?"

"You know. Having sex."

Maybe not. The oldest child is usually more conditioned to parental attitudes than younger siblings. "Do you usually just burst into your sister's room when the door is closed?"

"Yeah, sometimes, but..."

"Does she get angry with you when you do?"

"No. Never before." She rolled over and looked up at me with her large, dark eyes as if I'd asked a silly question. "Not until today."

I chuckled. "We shocked you, but you surprised us. What happens if someone sneaks up on you and suddenly yells? You jump in fright and then feel angry if only for a second or two. Right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Helen was angry at first for the same reason."

"Oh, okay. Is she still mad at me?"

"No. She's worried, though."

"What about?" She glanced at my crotch, the second furtive peek since she rolled over.

"She's afraid you'll tell your parents about what you saw when you invaded our privacy."

The expressions on her cute, little face told the story. Up to that moment, informing her parents had not crossed her mind. Now it was a definite consideration. It was leverage she could use to trade for favors.

"But you wouldn't tell on us, would you?" I said.

"I have to. I'm supposed to tell."

Have to? Supposed to? Maybe I'd read the imp wrong. Instead of using the incident for leverage, it appeared she felt impelled to tell her parents for some reason. Why? I decided to ask.

"Why must you tell, Vera?"

Her cute little face twisted into a grimace. "'cause."

"'cause? That's no answer. I don't understand. Why must you tell?"

"I can't tell you. It's a secret."

Strange. Something else is involved, I thought, something outside the norm - something secret. What?

"If you tell on us, I'll tell on you," I said. I hadn't planned to use the leverage she'd given me, but she left me no choice.

"Me! I didn't do anything!"

"Yes you did. You're almost as guilty as Helen and I. After you burst into the room, you couldn't take your eyes off my hard-on. Helen yelled at you to leave, and still you stood there staring at my cock."

Her eyes widened. I didn't know if she were shocked by the dirty words I used, or because I knew about her interest in my exposed erection. I continued, "Your entire attention was focused on my erection. You were intrigued by it, weren't you?"

She blushed and looked away from me. "Uh-huh," she whispered finally.

"So if you tell on us, then I'll tell on you. I'll tell your mother and father how you stared and stared at my hard-on. How the sight of it excited you. How deep down inside, you wanted to touch it. I'll tell them about the funny feelings you got between your legs. I'll tell them when I came to your room to talk to you about what happened, you continued to glance at my crotch. If you tell, Vera, I'll tell, too. And you'll be in as much trouble as Helen and I."

I took a deep breath and studied her face. Her normally mischievous eyes were now filled with fear. I hated what I was doing to her and didn't like myself very much for frightening the girl, but I saw no other option.

"So, regardless of the reason that forces you to tell on us, you'll keep what you saw a secret, won't you?"

I watched her expressions while she mentally grappled with the decision to tell or not tell. In the end, she fell on my side.

"Yes," she said.

"Good. And I'll keep your secret, too, Vera."

"Helen knows. She won't. She'll tell on me."

"No, she was too upset, too frightened to notice your interest in my erection." I bent and kissed her forehead. "I'll hold your secret deep inside me. I promise. I'll never tell anyone, not even Helen. Okay?"

I glanced toward the open door and decided Helen was probably still hiding in her bed. Before Vera answered my question, I brushed my lips against hers - a tiny kiss.

She gasped, the sound of it barely audible, and suddenly mashed her mouth to mine.

"'kay," she whispered in a small voice with a look of wonder and lust when she backed away from the kiss. "I'll keep your secret, too."

A normal teenaged boy would have left well enough alone at that point. But I wasn't normal. I wanted the nymphet, the little girl looking up at me with lust in her eyes.

"Great. A boy and girl who can keep each other's secrets are true friends indeed, and true friends share more than secrets." I took another quick glance at the doorway and leaned to her little ear. "If you keep my secret, I'll let you see it again sometime. Maybe even let you touch it." I straightened my back and gazed down at her. "Would you like that?"

"Uh-huh," she said.

"Good. We'll seal the bargain with a touch." I took Vera's dainty and placed it over my hard-on. Her eyes became wide and lustful. "Go ahead. Squeeze it a little." I felt her fingers tighten over my trousers. "There," I said with a big smile. "Now we have another secret no one in the world knows about except you and me."

She returned my smile and squeezed my hard-on again.

"Let's go talk to your sister. She's very upset, and we need to chase away her fears. Tell her you'll keep what you saw when you burst into her room a secret, but don't tell her why. That's our secret. Okay?"

"'kay."

"And remember. Helen's my girlfriend, Vera, but you can be my secret girlfriend if you want. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Great! Let's go put Helen at ease."

We strolled hand in hand from her room.

I'm like the scorpion in the fable about the frog, I thought. I can't disavow my nature, and someday during this lifetime, as happened in some of my past ones, my nature would destroy me like the scorpion when he stung the frog helping him across the river, causing both scorpion and frog to drown in the rushing waters.

Pedophilia is by nature self-destructive.



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Chapter 9


I propped up a rendering I had just completed. "What do you think, Mom?"

"Nice," she said after a quick glance. She was bustling around the kitchen, busy as usual, but suddenly a mischievous grin curled her lips. "Is that a picture of the new cathouse?"

I laughed. "If that's what you want. It's your new house."

"What?" Her pretty eyes widened, and she slumped onto the kitchen chair facing the rendering. My comment had taken all the busy out of her.

"You heard me. Of course, if you don't like the way it looks..."

"What's not to like? You're kidding, aren't you?"

"No. We've been very successful with our real estate ventures, and we'll soon need office space to run the business properly - also yard space for equipment and construction materiel. We start construction on the apartment project next week, and the project after the apartments will be in Ely, too. Also, the only office space available is in Ely, but that makes no sense unless we move there. But Dad doesn't want to quit his day job, and you're still working at the grocery store, though for the life of me, I can't understand why the two of you want to hang on to your dead-end jobs. So a move to Ely is out. Here, let me show you what I have in mind." I rolled out the working drawings for the new house on the kitchen table. "This is the site plan. I tied up some acreage between Ely and McGill. The seller was more than motivated. He was desperate. The damned fool piled up some heavy gambling debts, so I bought the land for pennies on the dollar." I turned to the floor plan and pointed. "This wing of the house will be our business office. It has a separate entrance and parking for visitors. The rest of the house is yours to do with, as you want." I chuckled. "Even make it a cathouse, but I can't really see you as a Madam. Foxy Mama, you're not."

She ignored my sarcastic, teasing comment as her excited eyes traveled over the drawings, glancing frequently at the rendering. Tears welled in her eyes. "Surely we can't afford..."

"What's to afford, Mom? The difference between what I paid for the land and its real value provides an adequate down payment, and we can handle the monthly mortgage payments easily, even if you and Dad quit your day jobs."

"But it's so grand! The master bedroom closet is larger than our bedroom now. This has to be the nicest house in McGill, Paul! What will my friends think? They'll think I'm uppity, too big for my britches. That's what they'll think."

I laughed. "Not your real friends, Mom. You're real friends will be happy for you."

Her eyes poured over the drawings. "I guess. What's this?" She pointed.

"The air conditioning unit," I replied with a chuckle.

"Oh."

"Study the drawings, Mom. They're preliminary. I want your input. Dad's, too. Kate has already made some demands. She wants a bigger closet, which can be arranged, but I put my foot down when she asked for her own bathroom. Kate and I can share a bathroom."

"I should hope so. We do fine with one bathroom for all of us now. What's this?"

"Guest bath, no tub, just a sink and john."

"Oh." She giggled. "So grand!"

Not so grand, I thought as I fondly remembered Villa Cornaro, my home when I lived as an Italian Count from 1886 until 1941, the year the Nazis stood me against a wall and shot me as a traitor. Located in the village of Piombino Dese about thirty kilometers from Venice, Villa Cornaro was a masterwork of its architect, Andrea Palladio. Constructed in 1552-53, the villa introduced the two-story projecting portico-loggia motif to Western architecture. Thomas Jefferson selected Villa Cornaro as his initial model for Monticello.

Grand or not, the modest home I'd designed for my mother obviously pleased her. "Let me know what changes you'd like to see, Mom. I told Dad I was doing preliminary designs for a new house, but he hasn't seen the drawings. He's an expert in construction and construction costs now, so I need his input, too. I want to build our new house at the same time we develop the apartments in Ely."

She was smiling broadly and studying the floor plan as I started to leave the room, but Kate's arrival pulled me up short. My sister noticed Mother pouring over the plans for the new Johnson family residence.

"If we move out there in the middle of nowhere, Mom, you'd better be prepared to drive me into town often - to school and back and to visit my friends," Kate commented with a grimace.

When we moved into the house, I'd be sixteen and would drive myself, so the location five miles south of McGill didn't bother me, but Kate's argument was valid.

Mother looked at me for an answer, but I didn't have one.

"That's the one drawback to the location, Mom. We'll be somewhat isolated." Which was desirable to my way of thinking.

"Somewhat!" Kate exclaimed. "Come on, Bro, get real. We'll need our own snowplow in the winter so we can get to the highway."

Damn, she looks cute when she's angry, I thought.

"How far out of town is this land, Paul?" Mom asked.

"About five miles."

She shook her head. "Kate's concerns are real."

"True, but Dad and I will be spending more time in Ely than McGill, and I..."

Resolutely, Mother rolled up the drawings. "The property between Ely and McGill won't work, Son. Find some land here in town."

I groaned, but deep down I knew Mom was correct. "Okay. I'll put the land on the market, and we'll use the profits from the sale to purchase the new lot. The sale will delay the start date for the new house, though."

"I understand," Mom said and looked wistfully at the rendering.

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The cute bundle of energy tumbled onto my lap and mashed her mouth to mine. She couldn't kiss very well, but her squirming little-girl body lengthened my cock along my thigh.

Two weeks had passed since Vera had burst into Helen's room while Helen was reluctantly giving me head for the first time. Today marked the first occasion Vera and I found ourselves alone since the traumatic event. Helen had left a while back to do some grocery shopping for her mother.

While Vera's tight lips nearly bruised mine with her concept of a passionate kiss, I ran my hands up the outside of her slim legs up under her skirt until I could cup her little ass cheeks over her cotton panties. I retracted my hands and slipped my fingers under the leg bands to fondle her tight, youthful buns. So soft! So very smooth!

"May I see it again?" she asked with her little voice when she pulled back from bruising my lips.

"See what?" I asked, teasing her. I wondered if she'd talk nasty, unlike her sister.

"You know."

"Uh-uh. See what?"

"Your thing?"

"My thing? I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"Your penis, you jerk."

I laughed and unfastened my belt. "If you insist." I reached inside and pulled it out.

Her eyes gazed avidly, and her little hand moved tentatively toward the throbbing shaft, but then pulled back. She looked up at me. "May I touch it?"

I nodded and she grabbed and squeezed it. The girl didn't do anything in half-measure. "Not quite so hard," I commented softly.

She jerked her hand away. "Sorry."

I smiled and took her hand and placed it back around my hard-on. "Like this," I said and pressed my hand against hers to show her the pressure I preferred. She quickly learned how to stroke my shaft after I pulled her hand up and down its length a few times.

"Cool," she said.

I glanced at the front door. "We're very exposed here. What if your sister returned right now?"

The imp giggled. "I'd scream, 'Get out!'"

"And I'd be in big trouble. You don't want me to be in trouble, do you?"

"Uh-uh," she said, her eyes wide with concern.

I pushed myself erect, holding her off the floor against me with my hands grasping her cute, little ass. Her hand remained around my hard-on. Walking with her, I moved to the kitchen and sat on a kitchen chair next to the table. The location would allow me to put my cock back in my pants should Helen or one of her parents arrive. Vera started to stroke my hard-on again, but suddenly hopped off my lap. Bending, she kissed the end of it, which surprised me at first until I remembered she'd seen Helen with her mouth around my cock when she'd burst in on us a few weeks ago. She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

When I smiled, she leaned and took the crown into her mouth and sucked, but she sucked much too hard, and her teeth grated the sensitive surface. I flinched. She jerked her head back.

"Sorry," she commented. "Show me."

"No teeth. Put your lips over your teeth, and don't suck so hard, not at first."

She tried again, this time successfully. I groaned with pleasure. "Perfect," I said.

She pulled herself erect and grinned widely.

"My turn," I said and could see my comment confused her. Lifting her from the floor, I set her in front of me on the table. "I want to taste you now."

Her cute face grimaced. "Yuck."

"Yuck? Why yuck? Didn't you like the way I tasted?"

"That's different."

"Not for me. Trust me." I spread her slim legs and pulled her cotton panties to the side and feasted my eyes on her puffy little-girl cunt lips, completely hairless and damp with her arousal. I could smell her arousal mixed with a faint scent of urine. Her fragrance spread my nostrils. I couldn't wait to run my tongue through her sex, so I dipped my head and licked her from bottom to top.

She gasped. "Oh! Again, please."

Someone had taught her manners, and I chuckled inwardly as I leaned and licked her again, this time pushing harder and splitting her crease. Ambrosia! Little-girl cunt! I loved her taste and knew I would taste her at every opportunity. I gently spread the lips of her pussy with my fingers and gazed at her pink inner labia and rather prominent clitoris. Its hood was fully retracted and the throbbing surface appeared red. The pinkish opening to her vaginal canal pulsed with excitement. Taking a chance her clit could take direct stimulation, I sucked the nubbin into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue, and the little girl promptly climaxed.

She screamed and hunched her cunt at my mouth, and at the same time her legs wrapped around my head and pulled me tightly to her convulsing cunt. I lowered my tongue and lapped at her nectar as it oozed from deep inside her. Contractions continued to pulse through her body until finally she fell back onto the table and slowly unraveled her legs from around my neck.

Once released, I straightened my back and gazed down at her. Her eyes were closed and she had a subtle smile on her lips. Reaching, I pulled her panties back over the red and swollen lips of her pussy and patted it lovingly, which made her jerk as one last contraction rippled through her. Her eyes fluttered open and saw my smile. She pushed up onto her elbows and said, "Wow!"

My grin widened. "You liked that, huh?"

"Uh-huh. A whole bunch."

My cock throbbed. I had fisted it a while back, and I was close to an orgasm. She noticed movement as I stroked it and hopped energetically from the table. "Let me," she said and pushed my hand away.

She stood between my legs, and her little hand soon found a pleasant rhythm. "Are you going to squirt?" she asked.

I wondered how she knew about male ejaculation and asked her.

She blushed. "Mom and Dad have this book about sex with pictures."

"Oh, do they know you've read it?"

"Uh-uh."

"How about Helen?"

"Yeah. She showed it to me."

Interesting, I thought. "Some other time when we're alone, show me the book and we'll look it over together."

"'kay." She dipped her head and twirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

I groaned with pleasure. She sucked again but had stopped moving her hand.

"Keep jacking me off while you suck," I said. "Yes, like that. May I come in your mouth?"

She nodded without removing her mouth from my cock, which produced some nice sensations. Another minute, or so, and I would have filled her mouth with my come, but I heard a car door slam. I groaned with disappointment and pushed Vera's face from my cock.

"Helen's back. Please go to your room and let me put myself back together. Okay?"

"'kay."

She gave me a quick kiss as I stuffed my hard-on back into my jeans. "Hurry," I said. "And remember, this is our secret."

She nodded, spun from me and danced away, waving at me as she exited the kitchen. I quickly rose and washed my face at the kitchen sink, using a strong smelling dish detergent to mask the odor of Vera's little cunt on my face as well as the scents in the room. I was sitting at the kitchen table with a can of coke in my hand when Helen bustled in ladened with a grocery bag in each arm.

"There's a couple more bags in the car," Helen said, happy to see I'd waited for her return. "Will you bring them in for me?"

I rose while her back was to me so she couldn't see my hard-on and soon returned with the bags. After the groceries were put away, I pulled the graceful teenager into my arms and kissed her.

"Let's go to your room. I've been thinking about your pretty mouth around my cock again."

"What about Vera?"

"Your door has a lock on it." Besides, she'd probably enjoy watching, I thought. I kissed Helen again and pressed my hand to her mound. "Come on. We'll do each other at the same time."

Her eyes became heavy and lustful as I rubbed her cunt outside her jeans. When I pulled her toward her bedroom, she didn't resist.

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Just before her parents were due to return, Helen mentioned the Alexander house would soon be for sale.

"I know you've been looking for some land here in town, but the Alexander house is quite large. Maybe you could renovate it like you did with the other houses."

"Maybe. What happened? Why is Mr. Alexander selling?"

"Dad said the Company is transferring him to Globe in Arizona."

"Isn't he being replaced?" Tom Alexander was a big shot, and his house was one of ten located in the Circle. Usually the person brought in to replace any of the bosses would buy the house being vacated.

"I don't think so. Dad was complaining because they're giving him part of Mr. Alexander's duties."

"Hmm. Do you think Alexander would entertain an offer from my father?"

She shrugged. "I don't see why not."

No, she probably wouldn't, but it just wasn't done. A worker had never even entertained buying a house from one of the bosses let alone gone through with it. When Helen's father returned, I queried him but he was reluctant to answer any questions until he realized I was interested in buying the house. His attitude made me curious, and I decided to look into the Company's operations. As a public company, a host of information was available for the asking, and I was a shareholder through my father. From the way Helen's father was acting, the Company planned some serious changes in operations.

"Mr. Iverson, my family needs a bigger house, mostly because we need offices for our real estate development business. How would the bosses feel if my dad bought the house?"

His face grimaced distastefully, and I had my answer. "You know we offered your dad a promotion into management, but he turned us down."

"Yes, he's happy doing what he's doing. His work satisfies some creative urges he has, and his real estate activities have been successful, so we don't need the extra money. Helen said Alexander wasn't being replaced, so his house will probably remain vacant. I think Alexander would entertain an offer, don't you?"

"Probably," he muttered.

I didn't like his attitude, so I decided to push him around a little. "Would you do me a favor and call him for me? I want to look the house over to see if it would fit our needs."

"I guess. When will your dad want to see the place?"

"Not Dad. Me. I do the design work for our little business. Now would be good?" I turned to Helen. "Would you like to go with me while I check it out?"

She nodded enthusiastically, stood and handed her father the phone.

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"The house will fit our needs but will require a lot of work," I said as Helen and I strolled back to her house. The Alexanders had appeared delighted my father might be interested in buying the house. The company had made an offer, but Mr. Alexander wasn't pleased with it. He'd made some improvements they'd discounted completely.

"Cool," Helen said and took my hand. "We'll be neighbors."

"Maybe. The Alexanders will need to take the land I purchased between Ely and McGill in trade for their equity, and Dad and Mom will assume their loan. They might not like my offer."

"Oh."

"And, the Company will probably improve their offer, if only to keep my family off the Circle."

"What? Surely you jest!"

"No, I'm quite serious. Your father wasn't very happy when I mentioned my family would be interested in the house. I don't think he wants a union man as a neighbor."

"That's unfair, Paul."

"Maybe. But if the Company wants to keep us in our place, we'll let them. We won't get into a bidding war with them."

She cocked her head at me. "My dad was correct a while back. You're running the real estate business, aren't you, Paul? Not your father."

Busted. "Not really. Let's just say it's a family business. Mom helps, too. She keeps the books."

Lame, but she seemed to accept my explanation.

Back at the Iverson home, Helen's father quizzed me.

"I think we can make it work for us," I told Mr. Iverson. "But we'd need to buy or lease some land for equipment and materiel storage. As to office space, we could carve out enough from the house proper to fit our needs. I understand the Company made an offer, but Mr. Alexander considers it inadequate."

"Yes, he mentioned his dissatisfaction to me, but as things stand, the Company won't increase the offer."

As things stand? What does he mean? I made another mental note to look into the Company's financials as it related to their local operations.

"What do you honestly think, Mr. Iverson? Should my family make an offer, or not?"

He shrugged. "It's a free country."

"Answer Paul's question, Daddy," Helen said. "He's concerned you don't want a union man as a neighbor."

Her father's face flushed. "If your father quit his job, I'd be happy to have you and your family as neighbors."

"And if he doesn't?" I asked.

"I've said all I intend to say on the subject, but pressure can be applied."

"What kind of pressure?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from him. I also wanted his daughter to know what kind of man he was.

"The bank has bent over backward to support your business."

"True. Are you suggesting they'd withdraw their support?"

"Possibly. The bank exists in this town because of the Company. A word or two in the right ear and your construction loan for your apartment project could be withdrawn."

"Not quite, but I understand. Thanks for being honest." I smiled and turned to Helen. "I need to leave. Walk with me for a block."

She nodded. Anger danced in her eyes.

Outside, she mumbled something.

"What?"

"You were right. The S.O.B. is a real snob."

"Don't be too hard on him, Helen. The rift between management and labor has existed for over fifty years in this town."

"But he actually threatened you!"

I chuckled. "I guess he did."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. If it were up to me, I'd establish new banking arrangements and tell your father and the rest of the bosses to stuff it, but I'm not the only person involved. Mom and Dad will continue to live in this Podunk town, probably for the rest of their lives, and they'd feel any negative social stigma more than me. It'll be their decision, not mine."

At home, I discussed the situation with Mom and Dad, and they decided to leave well enough alone. I didn't pressure them one way or the other, but two days later the bank called and gave us a bad time about the first draw on the loan for the apartment project in Ely. Mr. Iverson and his cronies had decided to stomp on the Johnson upstarts. A shame. I didn't really want him for an enemy, but he'd drawn a line in the sand, and I planned to step over it.

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I took a bite of the pecan pie and sipped coffee.

"Foxy," I said after I swallowed, "I need a new bank. Any suggestions?"

The old whore mistress guffawed, and her massive breasts heaved. "I heard the rumors. The Company thinks you've got too big for your britches."

"Uh-huh. We had the audacity to contemplate buying the Alexander house on the circle. We had decided to pass, but pressure was brought to bear anyway, which was a mistake. The store fired my mother, and it didn't take much investigation to discover why. Dad's pissed, and my mother is so angry she could chew nails. So today we bought the house and, in essence, told the Company to go piss up a rope. Alexander accepted my land between Ely and McGill for his equity, and we assumed his loan."

"Why do you need a bank? It sounds like you've got everything covered. The construction loan is set on the apartment project, and the permanent loan is in place... oh, you need a construction loan for the renovations for the house."

I grinned. "Yep, and I'd like to move the loan for the apartment project, or at least be able to threaten to move it if we need to."

"Okay." She pulled out her humongous Rolodex and flipped through it. A minute later she handed me a note. "Call this man tomorrow afternoon. I'll call him tomorrow morning. He's the president of a bank in Reno, and he could care less about Company politics."



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Chapter 10


"Dad, have you noticed anything strange happening at the Company lately?"

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Iverson made some comments when I spoke to him about the Alexander house a few weeks ago. I did some investigating and discovered the EPA has ordered the Company to install scrubbers on the smoke stacks and do something about the tailings."

The tailings were waste products from the mill and smelter. Muddy open streams transported the waste to the valley below McGill. The water then evaporated, leaving a sea of finely ground rock and dirt that looked like gray sand. When the wind blew, which happened frequently, dust storms developed.

"Yes. The Company brought those issues to the negotiating table with the union during contract renewal talks. They're using the EPA orders as a threat to eliminate wage increases and other benefits. The union thinks they're overplaying their hand and will probably stage a walkout. But what do these issues have to do with anything strange going on at the Company?"

"I think the union should take the Company seriously because if the powers that be aren't considering closing down operations, they should. The price of copper is very low, and the quality of ore out of the mine in Ruth is not close to what it used to be. The Company is losing money big time with this operation, Dad."

He shrugged. "They've lost money before but kept going. The price of copper will go up again. It's cyclic."

"Perhaps, but the Company is reducing management staff. Alexander isn't being replaced, and old man Cornell retired last week, but the company didn't promote anyone or bring in someone to replace him. I also heard the Company is offering early retirement to others in management."

My father's rugged face grimaced. "I can't think of anything out of the ordinary going on, but I'll keep my ear to the floor. If the Company closes down, McGill will become a ghost town."

"And Ely won't fare much better, not with the loss of the Company payroll to the local economy. Let's put the casino on hold until we know what direction the Company takes."

"Good idea. What about the apartment project?"

"We're safe there regardless."

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The next day, Kate burst through the front door, muttering and cursing to herself.

"What's wrong, sis?" I asked.

"Boys! Bumbling, insecure boys, to be exact!"

I chuckled.

"It isn't funny. I - let's just say I did something with someone, someone I believed would be discreet. Instead he bragged and blabbed about it and flushed my lily-white reputation down the toilet. I know I'm not really lily-white, but I would have preferred to maintain the subterfuge."

"Oh, no. Who's the culprit?"

"Tim Williams, the no-good, pusillanimous prick!" My sister enjoyed long words.

"What's he bragging about?"

She blushed. "I'm now known as Kate, the cocksucker."

Chuckling again, I said, "Now I understand why you're upset. Cocksucker doesn't come close to describing you. Cocksucker is way to ordinary. Superior cocksucker comes closer, but still..."

She laughed.

"That's better," I said. "What do you plan to do about the boastful bastard? Want me to beat him up?"

"No, of course not. The damage is already done. What can I do?"

"Reverse the damage and make him look like the damned fool he is."

"Lovely! How?"

"Use the same grapevine he used and put out a different story. Gossip has no eyes, only ears. Who is the biggest gossip you know?"

"Eva Demarco. She can't keep anything secret."

"Call Eva. Make up a story and let her spread the word. Tell her you let Tim kiss you, but when he did he came in his pants, or something equally embarrassing or damaging, and then tell her Tim told everyone a different story to make himself look like a big man."

Kate's eyes glinted with anticipated revenge. "Yeah, except I'll tell Julia, too. She's almost as big a gossip as Eva. And Piper, so she'll back up my story." She picked up the phone and started to make her calls.

I went to my room to work. I had a business idea I was exploring in the event the Company closed its operations. A half-hour later, Kate knocked and interrupted me. She spun my chair around and straddled my lap.

"Where's Mom and Dad?"

"Ely."

She leaned forward and kissed me. My cock twitched and started to lengthen.

"Do you really think I'm superior?" she asked.

"No. Superior is inadequate. As cock sucking goes, you're utterly amazing, in a class by yourself."

She giggled and squirmed against my hard-on. "Am I better than Helen?"

"By far."

Oops, I thought when I noticed a frown of jealousy flash into Kate's expression.

"Suspicions confirmed," she said. "If she's given you head, you've fucked her. Am I a better fuck, too?"

"Eminently better," I admitted. I couldn't see the benefit of maintaining the deception that Helen and I had not been intimate, not with Kate, at least.

"When do I get to watch?" Her hand snaked between her legs to fondle my hard-on.

I shrugged.

Kate kissed me again and curled my toes. I compared her kiss to Helen and Vera's attempts at the embrace, and they both came up lacking. I pulled Kate tightly to me and kissed her back.

"Fuck me," she said simply when she leaned back.

"Kate..."

"We've been good too long. It's been two months, not one. Fuck me."

She slid back on my thighs and stood, bending to undo my jeans. I helped and my pants soon hit the floor. Kneeling in front of me on a rug, she took my hard-on into her mouth. While she licked and sucked, I removed her blouse and bra and played with her nipples.

"Let's get on the bed," I muttered.

We stood and the rest of our clothes joined the pile already started on the floor. Cuddling on the bed, I explored her body with my hands. She felt wet and ready, so I rolled between her slim legs.

"Ah," she moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of joy, when my cock slid into her excited pussy. "You don't know how much I've missed having you inside me."

"Yes I do. I've missed you, too."

"But you have Helen. Oral sex with Piper is nice, but as a steady diet it isn't filling, sort of like Chinese food - an hour later, I'm hungry again. That's why I let Tim take me too far. His puny dick came in my mouth in about three seconds, and then he couldn't get dressed and away from me fast enough. He ruined my reputation, and I didn't even get laid. The selfish pig!"

We were silent for a few minutes except for some gasps and moans of pleasure. I nuzzled her small breasts and sucked a nipple into my mouth while my hard shaft stroked in and out of her lively pussy. Her tight, little buns cupped in my hands felt perfect, especially when the muscles rippled as she slid up to meet my thrusts.

As usual, she climaxed first. I let her recover slightly and started a slow pace to increase her arousal until it matched mine.

"So good," she gushed. "So very, very good."

She tried to increase our rhythm, but I resisted and maintained a relatively slow pace. I wanted to bring her to the edge and sustain her at the brink of an orgasm for as long as possible. I had to control my orgasmic urges, too, which wasn't easy. Soon my sister was shaking her head back and forth on the pillow, pulling at me with her feet and hands, trying to get me to move faster on her.

"Damn you!" she exclaimed.

I kissed her, but when she tried to mash her mouth to mine, I backed away, and then kissed her again, but softly - romantically.

"I love you, Kate," I whispered in her ear. "You are my love for this life. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love with you."

She melted and tears welled in her eyes. "Oh, yes!" she whispered and kissed me, a romantic kiss full of passion but without demand. Finally she understood. We touched softly, caressed, and experienced each other fully, not merely reaching for yet another orgasm, not just fucking. We blended.

"Oh, how nice!" Kate muttered.

"Uh-huh."

She ran her fingers through my hair and gazed up at me with shiny eyes full of lust and love just before she kissed me again. My hands roamed over her perfect body - perfect for me. I suddenly realized my sister's body and mind would never again be as perfect for me as it was at that moment, but the thought didn't make me sad. I reveled in the opportunity to experience the feel of her around me, the depth of the love in her eyes, the touch of her silky skin - so many, many little details that made the moment perfect.

"Your it for me. You make me shine. I love you, too, Paul, more than you can imagine." We kissed again - still. "I don't care anymore. I need you more than once every month or so. I don't care anymore."

I shook with emotion - and arousal. While gazing at her lovely face, I climaxed. I didn't grimace. My body didn't stiffen or jerk. The orgasm washed over me and its sensations mingled with my emotions and became so intense and exquisite they brought tears of joy to my eyes.

Kate kissed my eyes, my mouth - my tears. I had stopped moving, and she had forgotten about herself to watch me, to experience my orgasm as an observer. Her hips started to slide again, and soon I watched her move through the same type of orgasm I'd just experienced.

We didn't collapse. There was no need. We merely held each other and whispered how much we loved each other.

Mother was correct, I thought. Someday I would probably break my sister's heart.

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"On hold?" Foxy asked.

"Yes. I think the Company will soon close its operations here. Adding a new casino to a disastrous local economy would be suicide." I explained my reasoning.

Then she used the same words Dad had used. "They've lost money before and didn't close down."

"Yes, but the current losses are far greater than ever before. The price of copper would need to more than double to allow them to breakeven, and the quality of the ore out of the mine is half what it once was. Remember, the current quality of the copper ore will continue to degrade so even that breakeven point would be short lived. To succeed, the Company would also need to modernize and retool, or change the refining process completely, as well as cut half its payroll to bring operations out of the red. Won't happen. The Company won't capitalize the improvements needed, not here. They have better places with less risk to use up their capital, and the union won't stand for massive, permanent layoffs. In fact, I anticipate a strike within the next two weeks, which will only play into the Company's plans. The damned fool union leadership doesn't know when to leave well enough alone, my father included."

Foxy grinned. "My business will pick up. Unhappy men need comforting."

I laughed. "I suppose."

"What will you do?"

I grinned. "Buy the Company's assets in McGill for pennies on the dollar."

"What?"

My statement shocked her more than any thing I'd ever said to her. "You heard me. I'm working on a plan right now to tear the plant down and sell it for scrap. In the process, I'll get the land and the underlying infrastructure like the water and sewage facilities for nothing. The Company will accept my offer. OSHA and the EPA won't leave them alone. Merely closing the plant won't satisfy the government, and the Company isn't in the scrap business. I'll use the smelter and foundry to turn the various metals into ingots and gain rights for the rail to transport the ingots to their markets. As an educated guess right now, I estimate it will take three years to tear the place down and sell off the scrap, which fits within the EPA's order before scrubbers are required on the stacks. Also, my offer will be contingent on the Company planting the tailings. I call the project the 'Greening of McGill.'"

"Jesus Christ on a stick!"

"Wanna be my partner?"

"I don't know. Maybe. What will you do at the end of three years?"

"That's phase two, but I'll start the second phase almost concurrently with phase one. Likewise with phase three. McGill will become a ghost town. With no Company payroll, there's no reason for McGill to exist. The workers will abandon their homes and move elsewhere to find work. Oh, they'll be some old diehards, retired folks or those close to retirement, that sort, but with the right incentives, they can be handled. Most of the houses can be purchased like the plant for pennies on the dollar. I've investigated various options and think McGill can become a retirement community. I plan to turn it into a little Sun City with a golf course, clubhouse, and craft and fitness facilities. The houses can be modernized. The new bedroom community will be very inexpensive compared to other retirement projects, and the need for inexpensive retirement homes is acute. I'd market the project to Californians principally."

"Jesus!"

"Phase three is a hospital or clinic and shopping facilities. Phase four involves hotel/casinos both in McGill and in Ely. I'll need the cooperation of local governments to improve the airport, and eventually the citizens of McGill will buy the water and sewage facilities and other community infrastructures from us. I've always wanted to be a rancher, so I'll graze cattle on the tailings. The Greening of McGill will take six to ten years. I'll need financing. Do you think we could interest the Teamsters Pension Fund?"

"Jesus!"

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"How did you come by those bruises?" I asked Vera. She was bent over picking up some books and papers from the floor where she'd been studying. Her upper thighs were discolored slightly.

She blushed. "Daddy spanked me."

Sadistic brute, I thought. Disciplining children was necessary, but beating them was another matter entirely.

"Why?"

Her blush deepened. "I said a bad word."

"He beat you because you cursed?" I said incredulously.

"Uh-huh."

"Come here." I had her stand with her back to me and raised her skirt. My hand brushed lightly across the bruises, which appeared to be a couple of days old. "It must have been a very naughty word indeed." I patted her little bottom over her baggy cotton panties, but softly, because I suspected it was bruised as well.

"Uh-huh."

"What did you say?"

Her cute face grimaced.

"Whisper it in my ear."

She grinned mischievously and crawled onto my lap. I kissed her briefly and noticed her kissing ability had improved. She didn't try to bruise my lips or hers. I wondered who'd taught her how to kiss since the last time we'd been alone together.

Helen was due home from school soon. She stayed late for some school activity and had asked that I meet her at her house.

Vera's mouth went to my ear. "Fuck," she whispered so quietly I barely heard her. Then she giggled and squirmed on my lap.

My fingers went to the gap in her panties and petted her puffy, hairless cunt lips.

"It really was my own fault," she said. "I thought Daddy was outside."

"Why did you say the word?"

"'cause I was upset. The program I wanted to watch on TV was... pre... I can't remember the right word, but the station was showing some news instead."

"Preempted?"

"Uh-huh." She fumbled with my jeans. "Can I see it again?"

Glancing at my wristwatch, I nodded. We had a half-hour. I'd arrived early purposefully, hoping to find Vera alone. Soon her little hands caressed my hard-on.

As she expertly stroked my cock, I pushed a finger into her wet little pussy. The opening to her cunt yielded to the pressure of my finger, and she gasped as the digit slipped fully inside her. She briefly forgot about my hard-on, and as her eyes rolled back in her head, she hunched her cunt on and off my finger.

No hymen, I thought, just like her big sister.

"What do you call what I'm doing to you right now?" I asked.

"Mas... mastur..." she stuttered.

"Yes, touching your pretty pussy with my fingers is called masturbating, but I call it finger fucking."

"Yeah. You're finger fucking me," she said shyly and grinned impishly, but the grin was short lived because she was too excited to sustain a mischievous attitude. "Finger fucking me," she repeated as her little cunt slid back and forth on my finger.

"What am I finger fucking?"

"My ah, pussy."

"Your cunt?"

"Yah, my cunt!"

I rested the pad of my thumb on her clit. Her hips became a blur as she increased the pace of her slide. She grunted and moaned and a minute later, her body stiffened as an orgasm washed over her.

"Finger fuck me!" she shouted as her little cunt convulsed around my finger, squeezing it, and then releasing it, only to grasp it tightly yet again, and again and again. God, I wanted to fuck her, to feel her tiny cunt spasm around my cock like it pulsated around my finger.

Panting she collapsed onto my chest. I held her softly and kissed the top of her head. My cock throbbed, trapped between out bodies. She recovered quickly, and returned her hands to my hard shaft. Hopping to the floor, she took my cock into her mouth. She remembered my admonition. Her lips protected my cock from her teeth. In fact she remembered all of my previous instructions. A dainty hand jacked me off as her mouth sucked on the crown of my cock and her tongue twirled around, licking at the sensitive places.

"Play like your mouth is your cunt, Vera. Bob your head up and down like you slid your cunt back and forth on my finger a minute ago." I groaned. "Yeah, like that. Perfect!"

When I climaxed, she tried to swallow, but the first spurt chocked her. I ended up coming all over her face. When I recovered from my orgasm and opened my eyes, I noticed semen streaked across her cheeks and eyes and hair. Though I wanted to laugh, I resisted.

"Wow!" she exclaimed and then licked come from her lips.

"Yeah, wow. You'd better wash your face before Helen arrives."

She grinned. "'kay."

A couple of minutes later she returned. I had cleaned my cock with my handkerchief and put it away in my jeans. At the kitchen sink, I dabbed at some errant spots of come on my clothing and washed my hands.

Vera skipped into the room and onto my lap again, giving me a soft, romantic kiss.

"You've been practicing how to kiss, haven't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Who with?"

"Secret."

"Helen?"

"Good gracious no!"

I laughed. "Okay." I squeezed her little bottom, and she winced. "Sorry," I said. "Does your daddy spank you often?"

"Uh-uh, just when I'm bad."

"Does he spank Helen, too?" I remembered some similar bruises on the older girl once when we first started to date.

"Used to." She kissed me again, and this time stuck her tongue into my mouth.

I sucked on it a little, which excited her.

"Uh-uh," I remarked and pulled back. "Your sister will be home any second now."

Her face twisted into a cute pout.

I remembered a situation from a past life when I was a girl and my father spanked me, and then fondled me. The spanking didn't arouse me, but his touches certainly made me excited. I've never appreciated pain as a means to sexual arousal.

"Does your daddy make you feel good when he finishes spanking you?" I asked.

"Sometimes," Vera said and blushed.

"What does he do?"

"Secret."

"He rubs away the sting, doesn't he?"

"Uh-huh."

"And rubs you between your legs?"

She nodded, but then said, "Can't tell."

"When he spanks you, does he get a hard-on?"

She blushed and nodded again.

"Does he show it to you, ask you to touch it?"

Her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously.

So, I thought, he spanks her and plays with her pussy but hasn't exposed himself, at least not yet.

"He finger fucked you, didn't he?"

She remained silent, which spoke volumes. I reasoned her daddy had ruptured her hymen with his fingers.

"Has he licked your pussy like I did?"

"No!"

"Has he fucked you?"

"No!"

She had become very agitated, so I backed off. Smiling, I gave her a quick kiss and tickled her ribs a little, which brought out some giggles. A car door slammed. I lifted her from my lap, and she took a chair next to me.

"Secret girlfriend, I had fun today," I said.

"Me, too."

The front door opened.

"Helen?" I yelled.

"Yes."

"We're in the kitchen."

My mind was going a mile a minute. Mr. Iverson likes to spank his daughters and then play with their pussies. He was as big a pervert as I, probably deflowered both his daughters with his fingers, at least that's likely with Vera. Helen wasn't a virgin when we fucked the first time. Someone got to her before I did. Her father? I knew the names of the boys Helen dated before me, and to my mind none were capable of seducing the careful girl. Of course with that thought, I could be too full of myself. I was guessing. I needed more information and admitted to myself that my motives weren't completely altruistic. If Helen's father fucked her, I had a lever if he discovered my illegal activities with his youngest daughter.



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Chapter 11


As predicted, the union walked out of contract negotiations when they stalled. The subsequent strike vote was nearly unanimous, and the union did exactly what the Company wanted them to do when 1,200 men and women walked off the job both at the mine in Ruth and the mill and smelter in McGill. A month later, company officials announced the permanent closing of its Eastern Nevada operations. They used the EPA and union as scapegoats, ploys that would be useful in their other mines and refining facilities.

The local economy tumbled into a deep recession. Men left their families and traveled to other parts of the country in search of work. The lucky ones soon sent for their wives and children and abandoned their homes.

I'd been frantically trying to finish the business plan for the Greening of McGill, but the overall scope of the project had bogged me down with its seemingly infinite detail. When I reluctantly pulled the scrap business out of the total project so it could stand on its own, I presented the plan to Foxy and my new banker. The banker passed on the deal, stating I didn't have enough collateral to cover the million dollars I needed to make the scrap business work. Foxy came through, though. Da Mob put up the money, or at least that's what I believed at the time. The deal was contingent on the Company accepting my offer, so I set up an appointment with Mr. Iverson, the man the Company left in charge to close up the mine in Ruth and the mill and smelter in McGill. Dad went with me to the appointment.

"You can't be serious," Iverson said after he glanced over the offer.

"Dead serious," my father said.

"The land alone is worth ten times this amount."

"Value is based on what a buyer is willing to pay and a seller is willing to accept," I said. "Do you have another buyer?"

Iverson stuttered. "I won't even present this silly offer. It's insulting! I'd be laughed out of the boardroom."

"As we speak, the offer is being delivered by courier to the Company's headquarters in New York," my father stated. We had anticipated Iverson's attitude. The man didn't like the upstart Johnson family.

"Mr. Iverson, the land is worthless," I said. "We'll turn the mill and smelter into scrap and sell it off piece by piece. Granted, we'll make a few dollars, but if the Company sells its assets to us here, it can go about its real business of mining and refining elsewhere. We believe the Company will take our offer very seriously."

I stood, and as previously arranged, Dad pushed his chair back to stand next to me. "After you hear from your bosses, give us a call," he said. We walked from Iverson's office, ignoring his sputtering and angry scowl.

The Company accepted our offer two weeks later, and the Johnson family went into the scrap business. To Iverson's chagrin, the Company left him in Nevada to supervise the closing of the mine in Ruth and handle the planting of foliage on the tailings as per our purchase agreement. He'd hoped to turn the task over to Jim Eggars, the mine's boss in Ruth before the shutdown. Unlike Iverson, Eggars was needed elsewhere.

Shortly after I turned sixteen at the end of the summer, I completed the business plan for the Greening of McGill and dumped the three-inch thick plan on the coffee table in Foxy's quarters at the Big Four. I had driven myself to the whorehouse in my new car.

"Finally finished," I said with a sigh. "And it works - all of it, all three phases."

"You don't expect me to read that, do you?" the blue-haired old woman said with a grin.

"Yep, every word on every page. I need to know if I've missed anything."

"I think I'll rely on your fetish for minutia. My old eyes aren't so good anymore." She sighed.

"You aren't your usual perky self, Foxy. Are you feeling poorly?"

"I haven't been up to par for a week or two, but I'm not really sick. I don't have a cold or the flu or anything like that."

"Sorry to hear that. Get well, partner. How many copies of the plan do you need for da Mob?"

Another sigh, this one larger. "Da Mob, as you call them, aren't involved, Paul."

"What do you mean? The Teamsters put up the million for the scrap business, didn't they?"

"No. They turned us down."

"Then who... ?"

"Me."

"What?"

"I put up the money. I've done okay over the years, and my needs are minimal. I had the money, and the scrap business looked attractive to me, so I made the investment. Besides, watching you operate has become an avocation for me. I couldn't stand the thought of you languishing in a ghost town, or worse having you move elsewhere in search of your fortune. Send this plan to your banker. With the Company's assets on your balance sheet, he'll put up the construction loan. Then you'll only need permanent financing. Call this outfit," she said and handed me a note.

"Foxy, I'm overwhelmed. Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Would you have allowed me to make the investment without giving me a lot of grief?"

"Probably not, but..."

"You have your answer." She chuckled. "What's my percentage on this deal?" she asked and slapped her hand on the booklet on the coffee table.

"A third like the apartment project and scrap business."

"I want half. I told you the first time I met you if you'd give me fifty percent I'd do deal."

I laughed. "You've got it!"

No wonder she had a million dollars lying around, I thought. She wanted half, and Foxy, it appeared, eventually got what she wanted. I loved the dear blue-haired woman. She was a true friend.

I hugged her and kissed her cheek. "You take care of yourself, Foxy. I need you hale and hearty. I'll keep you informed about the financing."

The old whore mistress' prediction proved accurate. My new balance sheet more than satisfied my banker, and the legitimate insurance company she recommended was happy to commit the permanent financing needed.

Dad completed the apartment project, and even with tough times, the units rented almost immediately. Foxy arranged for a buyer and earned the sales commission when we transferred ownership. We nearly doubled the projected profit I had outlined in the business plan.

The Johnson family moved into our new home on the Circle that fall, which seemed appropriate to me. We'd become the town's largest employer.

And then all hell broke loose. Three separate incidents took my current life into a tailspin, and all of them occurred within the space of a few weeks.

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As Kate had stated, she was no longer prone to space our sexual encounters to once every month or so, and like Foxy, what Kate wanted, Kate got. I resisted for a while, but when summer started and Kate and I had so many opportunities to be alone, most days we ended up in her bed or mine for some fun and games. It didn't take Mom long to discover our rekindled relationship, and she tried to warn us, but like most horny teenagers we failed to heed her warnings. Surprisingly neither Mom nor Dad was the first person to walk in on Kate and me in an uncompromising position.

One afternoon, Kate was enthusiastically riding my cock when I glanced toward my half-opened bedroom door. My heart sunk. Standing with a shocked look and her hand over her mouth, Vera looked like she'd just seen a ghost. All the color had drained from her face. I don't know what had prompted the nymphet to enter the house without permission, but she'd obviously let herself in. The damage was done, so I went into a damage control mode, and not just with Vera. I had not informed Kate I was playing sexual games with Vera. Oh, I had not fucked Vera, not yet, but from all indications the event was imminent. The little girl and I had oral sex every time an opportunity presented itself, which wasn't often. Helen or one of her parents was around most of the time. Vera had met me at my house once, and that incident probably encouraged her to drop by again and enter without permission.

"We have company," I said as I pushed Kate off my cock. Her head spun toward the door, and her eyes widened when she spied Vera. My sister squealed and pulled the covers over her naked body. I rose, my hard cock flopping, and strode to the girl. Tears streamed from Vera's eyes, and she stood as if rooted to the floor. I gently urged her to enter the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed. She acted lifeless, like an automaton. After I pulled on my jeans, I sat next to her and took her hands in mine.

I smiled and after glancing at Kate, said, "It looks like I shocked you again, Vera."

She remained mute, so I told Kate about the first event when Vera had stumbled on Helen and me. Using some facial tissues sitting on the nightstand, I wiped the tears from Vera's eyes. I wanted to kiss her unhappiness away but couldn't, not with Kate next to us, not before I explained the situation to Kate.

"You really should learn how to knock, Vera," Kate said.

"Sorry," the little girl murmured.

Good, I thought, she's responsive after all.

Vera raised her eyes to mine, sad, loving eyes, and the tears continued to flow, streaking her cheeks. Some color had returned to her face.

"My God, Paul, the girl is in love with you!" Kate announced. She scrambled from under the covers and took Vera into her arms. "What have you done with her, Paul? Have you fucked her?"

"No," I stated simply without explanation.

"Is he telling the truth, Vera?" Kate asked.

"Uh-huh," she said and sniffed, once again burying her face in my sister's naked shoulder.

"But he's touched you, hasn't he?"

Vera nodded.

"And you've touched him."

"Uh-huh."

Kate glared at me. "You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?"

I felt no need to answer her rhetorical question.

"Here, hold her while I put on a robe," Kate said. I obeyed. "Okay, leave us alone for a while," Kate continued. I obeyed yet again. Pulling on a t-shirt, I strode barefoot from the room.

The next half-hour was the longest thirty minutes I experienced during this lifetime. My mind created elaborate scenarios - all of them disasters. Vera told her father about my incestuous relationship with my sister. Then she told him what I'd been doing with her. Gendarmes banged on my door! Surprisingly, I didn't worry so much about myself as Kate. I dreaded the possibility Kate could be stigmatized and labeled incestuous.

Finally, my sister called me back into the room. As I entered, it was my turned to look shocked. All the blood from my face drained away, but not because of trauma, rather because the blood rushed to my cock.

Kate and Vera were naked, and Kate's face was buried between Vera's slim legs. Vera's eyes had rolled back in her head and her dainty hands held my sister's busy mouth against her pussy.

Kate looked over her shoulder at me. "Would you like to join us?" my sister asked with a wink.

Vera's eyes popped open and watched avidly while I quickly removed my jeans and sweatshirt.

Kate told me later what had happened during her half-hour alone with the girl. With careful questioning, Kate had discovered everything Vera and I had done with each other. While they talked, Kate toyed with Vera's hair and stroked her arms and legs as she held her. Soon her hands caressed the younger girl's inner thighs, finally rubbing her panty-covered pussy.

"Did you like it when Paul licked your pussy?" Kate asked.

"Uh-huh. A lot."

"Do you know a girl can make you feel just as nice as a boy, maybe even better?"

"Uh-huh. I saw pictures of two girls in Mom and Dad's book, but I thought only lesbians did those sorts of things with each other. I'm not a lesbian. I like boys, especially Paul."

"Not true. Some girls are bisexual, like me. I enjoy both boys and girls."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." By now Kate's fingers were under Vera's panties. My sister inserted a finger into the girl's pussy and fondled her clit with her thumb. Vera emitted a small moan of pleasure and didn't push Kate's hand away. "Would you like it if I shared Paul with you? I already share him with your sister, Helen."

"Helen doesn't know."

"True. No one knows about Paul and me, and we need you to keep our secret for us. Okay?"

"I guess."

My sister told me Vera's ambivalent commitment worried her. She realized we needed to get the girl completely involved with us to keep me out of trouble. That's when, according to Kate, she decided the two of us should have sex with Vera at the same time. Frankly I felt then, and still do, that by that time Kate wanted the girl as much as I did and was rationalizing her desire.

Kate slowly removed Vera's clothing while she continued to increase the nymphet's sexual arousal with soft touches and kisses, along with an occasional finger fully inserted in Vera's tiny cunt. She informed Vera she wanted to taste her, but that Vera didn't need to return the favor, not if the younger girl found the concept distasteful. That's when Kate called me back to the room.

I scrambled onto the bed naked with an impressive hard-on. Lifting Kate's perfect butt to the proper level with my hands, I twirled my cock around the entrance to her cunt. She was more than wet; she literally dripped. I looked at Vera. "Should I fuck her?" I asked.

Vera bit her lower lip and nodded. I pushed my cock into my sister and moaned with pleasure. I didn't thrust, merely let my shaft soak in my sister's lively, wet pussy for a few seconds. "Does Kate eat you as good as I do?" I asked Vera.

"Uh-huh." Once again her eyes rolled back in her head.

My question must have excited her, taken her that one tiny increment closer to an orgasm, because suddenly Vera's little body stiffened. She wailed with pleasure and jerked Kate's face tightly to her cunt. Vera's neck and upper chest became red-blotched, and I noticed for the first time that her breasts were starting to develop. A minute later, she collapsed and lay limply. Kate kissed her pussy one last time and pulled back. "Let's cuddle her, Paul," Kate said.

With Kate on one side and me on the other, we held and kissed and whispered loving words to the temporarily sated nymphet. Minutes later Vera started to stroke my cock, and once again I reveled in her ability to quickly recover from an orgasm.

"I want to fuck," Vera whispered shyly.

"What?" I asked, unsure I'd heard her correctly.

"She wants you to fuck her, Paul," Kate said.

I raised my eyebrows signaling a silent question to the girl. Vera giggled and nodded.

I'd been interrupted twice: once when Vera discovered Kate on top of me, fucking me as only Kate can fuck me, and again when Kate wanted me to cuddle the girl, so I was more than ready. I could think of nothing I'd rather do than fuck Vera. I glanced at Kate. It was her decision, and she knew it.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Kate asked with a grin. "When a girl asks you to fuck her, it's polite to respond."

I laughed and said to Kate, "Okay, but I want you to help. Get her nice and hot again while I watch."

"I'm already hot," Vera said and pushed me onto my back. She straddled me and took my cock in hand, stroking it like I had taught her.

Kate watched with an enigmatic grin, holding her head up with her hand using her elbow as a fulcrum.

"Help her," I said. "Guide me into her, Kate." I wanted this to be Kate's decision as much as Vera's or mine. At the time I was unaware of Kate's plan for the two of us to fuck the girl to protect me.

My sister grinned and soon knelt next to Vera. She took my cock from the younger girl's hand and told her to rise up. "Good. No, a little lower. Perfect," Kate said as she pushed the head of my cock back and forth through the crease of Vera's cunt, thoroughly wetting the crown.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Vera?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

Kate settled the head of my cock just inside the opening to Vera's little pussy. "Okay, lower yourself gently, Vera. Take as much time as you want," Kate said. "You don't have a hymen, so you won't bleed, but if this is your first time, you'll still feel a little uncomfortable."

"It's my first time," Vera said as her pussy slipped over my cock, squirming down until about half of it was inside her. "It hurts a little, but it feels good, too."

"Yeah, I love it," Kate said. "I love my brother's cock in me, fucking me. Nothing feels better."

Suddenly, I remembered something that needed asking. "Vera, have you had a period yet?"

"Uh-uh."

"Maybe I should put on a condom anyway."

"No, Paul," Kate said. "Let it be this time. If she hasn't menstruated, it's highly unlikely she could get pregnant, and she'll enjoy it much more without one of those damned rubbers covering you up."

"What do you think, Vera?" I asked.

"No! No rubber."

A look of determination entered Vera's eyes. She sat, letting gravity do the work, and the rest of my cock slipped into her tiny cunt. I could feel the end of my shaft bump her cervix, and she grimaced. Tears of pain smarted her eyes. She brushed them away with her hands, looked down and suddenly smiled. "You're all the way in!" she stated happily. "I took it all. I didn't think I could!"

"You sure did," Kate said and kissed her briefly. "You're a woman now."

"Yeah. A woman," Vera sighed.

Woman, hell, I thought. You're a little girl, Vera, one slightly younger than perfect. At thirteen, Kate was still perfect, but her breasts were developing quickly, and her bush had filled out. She still had narrow hips and a world-class, little-girl butt, but they would become womanly soon. I groaned inwardly with anticipated disappointment and then remembered I'd have Vera for a couple of perfect years.

Kate winked at me. I think she knew my thoughts. "Fuck her, now, Paul. Fuck her good."

"Yeah, fuck me, Paul," Vera quipped and bounced on my cock, a movement that produced a little pain.

"Don't bounce. Slide," Kate said.

Vera looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Hop off and I'll show you."

I believed the girl would resist my sister's request. Instead she enthusiastically rolled off me and knelt by my side across from Kate. My sister threw one leg over me, grabbed my cock and settled her cunt down around it. I groaned and hunched my hips up to plant my cock fully inside her.

"Don't you dare come in me, Paul," Kate admonished. "Save it for Vera."

"Yeah," the nymphet commented with a giggle. God she looked cute, so eager to learn, so ready.

When Kate started her sliding motion on and off my cock, not coming became a bit of a problem.

"See what I mean by slide instead of bounce?" Kate asked Vera.

"Uh-huh. Let me try."

Kate hopped off. I groaned with disappointment and then moaned with pleasure as once again, Vera's tight, little cunt engulfed my cock. The nymphet started to move and within seconds perfected the sliding motion Kate had demonstrated for her.

"Perfect," Kate commented. "You're a quick study. I like to be on top. It allows me to control how Paul's hard-on and pubic bone rub against my clit. When you slide each way, drag your clitoris against him."

Vera's slide faltered for a second or two as she concentrated on her new instructions, but soon she established a pleasant rhythm. I could feel the top of her cunt rub against me both as she took my cock fully inside her and again as she slid up off my cock partway.

"Yeah," Vera grunted. "Perfect!"

My hands caressed the girl, roamed over her body, and occasionally bumped into Kate's hands doing the same thing. Kate added some kisses here and there, and one of her hands cupped my balls as Vera fucked me. I felt a wet finger part the crease of my ass and roll over my sphincter. When Kate did the same to Vera, the girl's rhythm faltered again, but only for a second. I also noticed Kate's other hand was busy between her own legs.

"The two of you are absolutely beautiful," Kate gushed. "I've wanted to watch my brother fuck a pretty girl like you for ages. You're close aren't you, Vera?"

"Uh-huh." The girl increased the speed of her slide. Red blotches appeared at her neck and upper chest. I leaned up and briefly sucked a tiny nipple, but the speed of her rhythm, quickly pulled my mouth away.

"I'm fucking," Vera muttered to herself. "Fucking."

"Come with her, Paul," Kate said. "Come with her when she comes."

I could climax at any time. I had held off my orgasm for quite a while and only needed to let go, just let it happen, but I didn't want to come at the same instant as Vera. I wanted to experience her orgasm and feared mine would deprive me of my desire, so I decided to come a few seconds after excited girl.

Hah!

The instant Vera stiffened in orgasm and slammed her cunt forcefully down around my cock as far as it would go, semen rushed through my shaft and splashed into the back of her convulsing pussy.

A minute later when she collapsed, I didn't mind her weight on me at all. I kissed the top of her head and my hands roamed over her youthful skin now covered with a sheen of perspiration. My cock throbbed inside her, and she jerked occasionally when an added contraction struck her.

I glanced at Kate. I'd completely forgotten about my sister. Her hands were busy at her cunt, and her face had taken on a grimace of frustration. She desperately needed to come but couldn't seem to take herself over the edge. My cock was still hard, but it was starting to soften. If Kate were close enough... 

I rolled Vera from me. She groaned with displeasure when my cock slipped from her cunt. Pulling Kate over me, I kissed her passionately and whispered, "Fuck me, sis."

"Yes!" She reached back, and I felt her hand around my cock as she guided it to her wet and throbbing center. As I hunched forward, she slid back and took my cock fully inside her. "Ah," she moaned loudly. "That's what I needed."

"Fuck me and come," I ordered. "Don't worry about me. Just fuck me and come as soon as you can."

Kate obeyed. Like a dervish, her cunt flashed on and off my cock as her perfected slide mashed her clit against me in both directions. I realized my sister had been deprived, too. She'd yet to experience her first climax that afternoon, and she wasn't to be denied.

Suddenly, she stopped moving, and then violently thrust down over my still hard cock one last time and shuddered in orgasm. I watched her move through her climax - an amazing and pleasurable sight I knew I'd never tire of seeing. I loved my sister's perfect weight when she collapsed on me like Vera had not long before.

"Exciting!" Vera gushed.

I glanced toward her. Dark eyes shined heavy with lust again. She leaned and kissed me and then kissed Kate - insistent, demanding kisses. I didn't think I had the strength to quench the nymphet's rekindled arousal, but Kate came to my rescue.

My sister rolled off me and over Vera into the classic sixty-nine position. Her mouth descended to Vera's needy cunt, and the girl moaned mightily with pleasure.

"Yeah, Kate. Lick me!" Vera shouted.

Kate remained on her knees, keeping her cunt away from Vera. I realized my sister didn't want to force the girl to reciprocate, but I had no such compunctions.

"Eat her, Vera," I said. "Lick her like she's licking you." I reached and pushed Kate's hips down until her pussy was within reach of Vera's tongue.

The girl's first lick looked tentative, but with a hearty groan of passion, Vera pulled Kate's pussy tightly to her mouth and licked and sucked it with enthusiasm.

Good, I thought. Unless the two of them fucked each other as well as me, I'd never keep up.

When the girls pulled away from each other after their orgasms, Vera licked her lips and said, "I guess I'm bisexual, too."

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Piper's father found work in Arizona and his family soon joined him, leaving Kate without a female lover. Vera filled the position and was a frequent visitor to our home. She and Kate also became best friends. I didn't know if Kate had involved Vera in her relationship with Piper before Piper moved away and never asked. Kate would tell me if she wanted me to know. Sometimes, Vera would arrive and I'd be alone and just the two of us would have sex; other times, I'd be absent and Vera and Kate would give each other pleasure. Of course, we all got together whenever we could.

As per Kate's plan with Vera, our incestuous relationship remained a secret. Vera told no one. Unfortunately from various clues, I knew Mother had figured out I was fucking both girls, but I didn't believe she had tumbled on the fact that the girls were also fucking each other. Silly me.

One morning just before we moved into the house on the Circle, Mother sat across from me at the kitchen table and sipped her coffee. She raised an eyebrow and said, "You've accumulated quite a stable of beauties, Son. Your sister, Helen and little Vera. Tell me, have you fucked them all at the same time?"

The milk I was drinking sputtered out over the table when I choked.

"I know you've been with your sister and Vera at the same time, and I know the two girls enjoy each other, but I'm not certain Helen is involved."

"She's not," I said as I wiped my face with a napkin. Denial would be futile.

"You know you're heading for serious trouble, don't you? Mr. Iverson won't take kindly to the fact you're fucking Vera as well as Helen. He's already our enemy. I shudder to think what he'll do when he finds out you've corrupted the baby girl of his family. How much does Helen know?"

"None of it."

"Dangerous. She'll be one to blow the whistle. She's in love with you, isn't she?"

I considered Mother's questions and answered her truthfully. "I don't know. She's never expressed love for me, not seriously."

"That means nothing. She's probably waiting for you to commit yourself. Have you lied and told her you loved her?"

"No, not seriously."

"Well, there you go. I imagine Kate and sexy Vera keep you pretty busy. Have you been neglecting Helen?"

"A little. I don't go out of my way to create times when we can be alone like I used to."

"You need to straighten up your act, Paul. You need to leave Kate and Vera alone and concentrate on Helen. I also know you won't heed that advice. Kate and Vera won't let you. You're heading for a steep fall, Son. I worry about you - a lot. So my less than perfect advice, advice I hope you'll heed, is to be certain you don't ignore Helen. With her on your side, the fall won't be off a cliff; hopefully, it'll be on a slope gentle enough to allow you to survive."

I nodded. What could I say? Mom had me and the situation pegged.



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Chapter 12


The first disaster struck shortly after we moved into the house on the Circle. I was alone when I heard a knock on the door. Vera stood grinning moving impatiently from one foot to the other as I glanced through the peephole to see who was knocking.

I opened the door and let her in.

"Are you alone?" she asked with a twinkle in her dark eyes.

"Yep."

"Goody!" She leaped up and wrapped her arms around my neck and her slim legs around my waist and planted an arousing kiss on my lips. Kate had given her lessons in kissing, so the embrace curled my toes. "Hurry, let's fuck. I can't stay long. I snuck out of the house."

Without relocking the door, I carried her to my bedroom where we quickly shed our clothes. I wanted to taste her pussy before we got to the main event, so I nibbled first at her breasts, which had puffed up quite a bit over the last few months, and slipped down to her pussy, now covered by a smattering of dark pubic hair. Vera had asked if I minded the hair. Kate had informed her I preferred young girls to full-grown women, and Vera had worried I might not want her when her pubic hair started to sprout. I sniffed at her fragrance and licked all around her vulva.

"Don't tease. Hurry," she said as she took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it.

When my tongue parted her crease and licked her pussy, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and twirled her tongue. We both groaned with pleasure. I reasoned from Vera's comments that our lovemaking needed to be a quickie, so I rolled her clit around with my tongue until it popped out of its hood, and then sucked it into my mouth. Vera squealed with what I thought was passion at the time.

Suddenly fists struck me! Bright red fingernails raked across my face when I looked up.

"You fucking pervert!" Helen screamed.

Unaccountably, her use of the "F" word shocked me more than the pain she caused as she pummeled me. She must have considered her bare hands ineffective, because she picked up a stapler from my desk and swung it with force at my head. I ducked, but when she swung back she caught my shoulder. The pseudo weapon ripped my skin, and I started to bleed heavily.

"You no good fucker!" she screeched. "I'll kill you! Kill you!"

I didn't doubt her intent. I had two choices: retreat or attack, so I retreated. I couldn't strike a woman any more than I could drown a kitten, even under such an onslaught. Jumping to the hallway, I grabbed the bedroom door behind me and pulled it shut. Helen tried to open it, but I was stronger than she. Still she tried and continued to call me vile names and threaten bodily harm.

"Calm down, Helen," I said through the door. "Violence isn't the answer."

"It's the only answer perverts like you understand, you child fucker!" She jerked on the door with all her strength and nearly succeeded pulling it open.

"Stop it!" I heard Vera yell. "Stop it, Helen. Stop it, this instant!"

I giggled. Why? I don't know, except I pictured the naked little girl standing with her hands on her hips and defiantly stomping her feet as she yelled, "Stop it!"

"Shut the fuck up, Vera," Helen's shrill voice screeched. "You're nothing but a little slut! A twelve-year-old whore! Wait until I tell Daddy what you were doing. You won't be able to sit for a week when he gets through with you."

"You're mean, just downright mean, Helen. I didn't tell on you! If you tell on me, I'll tell on you!"

"Go ahead! We both deserve a beating! You for being a slut, and me for trusting someone like that pervert in the hall around my little sister. I knew the two of you were messing around. I just knew it! That's why I followed you. Fuck!"

"Don't tell, Helen," Vera begged with a whimper. "Please don't tell."

I sensed that Helen had backed away from the door, so I opened it a crack. Still naked, Vera was kneeling on the bed crying. Helen had slumped onto my computer chair. Tears were running from her eyes, too.

God, what a mess! I'd forgotten about the slash in my shoulder, but when Vera saw me, she screamed, "You hurt him! He'll bleed to death!"

Helen looked up at me with hate in her eyes. "Good!"

We were making a little headway. Helen didn't rise up and attack me again. Vera rushed to me. "Come on. We need to stop the bleeding," she said and dragged me from the room to the hall bath. "Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Under the sink," I stated and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My shoulder was still oozing blood. The sticky stuff covered my entire right arm, even dripped off the ends of my fingers. My face was scratched, but not badly.

Vera bent and pulled out the kit, setting it on the counter.

We both turned to the door when Helen rushed in and grabbed Vera by her wrist. "Come on," she said. "Get dressed. I'm taking you home."

"No!" Vera said forcefully and tried to jerk her arm away from her sister.

"Vera, go get dressed," I said calmly. "Give me a minute alone with Helen."

"No!"

"Yes," I said and smiled. "I'll be okay. Go get dressed."

She pouted and jerked her hand from her sister's grasp. "'kay," she said to me, looked loathingly at her sister and stomped from the room.

I closed the door. "Leave your father out of this, Helen, or I'll bring him in. I know he beats both you and your sister, and I also know he fucked you when you were younger. He still does for all I know."

She glared at me. "So what?"

"So, keep this incident to yourself. If you blow it all out of proportion, I'll let the community know about your sadistic, incestuous father."

Suddenly, all the fight in her disappeared. Her chin quivered, and her shoulders started to shake. "He raped me, Paul. Raped me."

I wanted to take her in my arms. In fact, I took a step toward her, but she held out both hands warning me stay back.

"You're no better than he is, you little-girl fucker. I've heard stories about you and your sister, which I discounted as malicious gossip, but after seeing you with Vera today, I think the stories are true. Stay away from Vera. If I catch you alone with her again, even in a social situation, I won't care what anyone in this town thinks about my father or me. Do we understand each other?"

I nodded.

She spun on the balls of her feet. A few seconds later, I watched as Helen dragged her sister down the hall and out of sight. The front door slammed, and the first of three incidents that rocked my world ended.

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The second event happened two days later.

The beating my father gave me when he walked in while I was fucking Kate made Helen's attack look like a dance around a May pole. He literally threw me bruised and bleeding out of the house. I spent two hours in the emergency room in the clinic in Ely. Four stitches and some tape over my broken nose gave proof to his pugilistic skills. Of course I didn't fight back, and in a past life I'd studied martial arts. I could have taken him easily, but I wanted him to feel some remorse over the event, hoping a little quilt would take the edge off his anger. Besides, deep inside I believed I deserved the punishment he inflicted.

I spent the night in a motel.

Mother met me in a coffee shop the next morning.

"I warned you," she said.

"Yeah. Now what?"

"He doesn't want you living with us anymore."

"What about the business."

"It's all yours. He packed up and left this morning to find work."

"Shit!"

"My sentiments exactly."

"How's Kate?"

"Devastated. She loves her daddy. Now she thinks he doesn't even like her, let alone love her, which isn't true."

"And you. How do you feel?"

"I'm so angry I could spit nails, mostly with myself, but you're included. But I'm sad, too, sadder than I've ever been. My family, what I live for, is in ruins." Her chin quivered. "And I don't know if I can put everything back together again. Hank is as angry with me as he is with you. I had to tell him I knew what was going on and kept it from him. He thinks I betrayed him, which is true. I don't know if our marriage will survive."

Tears streamed from her eyes.

"You must hate me," I said and felt tears slip from my eyes, too.

She grabbed my hand and squeezed forcefully. "Never! I love you. You are what you are, and I love you, all of you - the good and the bad. I need your help again, Paul. I need you to help me put our family back together."

Frankly, I didn't know what I could do, if anything, but I knew I had to try. "Where did Dad go?"

"Salt Lake City. He'll be staying with Mary and Ned until he finds work."

Mary was Dad's sister, my aunt. Ned was her worthless second husband.

"He'll find work," I said. "As a lead man for a construction project, he's exceptional. What then? Does he plan to have you and Kate join him?"

"I don't..." She swallowed a sob. "I don't know."

I took both of her hands in mine. "What about you? What do you want? Do you want to be with Dad?"

"Yes! He's my husband. I love him."

"Then pack your bags and follow him. Fight for him."

"I can't. There's Kate. She's in school, and I..."

"Take her with you, Mom," I said interrupting her. "In the total scheme of things, missing a week or two of school doesn't matter, especially for Kate. She's smart, really smart, at least a year ahead of everyone else in her class."

"What about you? I can't..."

"I'll manage. I'll live in our house and run the business, but as a minor my hands are tied. You and Dad will need to emancipate me, make me an adult in the eyes of the law. I'll have Pete draw up the emancipation document and any other papers needed so I can legally take control of the business. In the meantime, take Kate with you and save your marriage."

"No. I asked you to help me put my family back together again, Paul. You're leaving yourself out of the solution."

"Three out of four is better than nothing, Mom. I don't think Dad will ever forgive me, and not just because of what I did with Kate. He's resented being in my shadow for quite a while. In his mind, I became the man of the house, not him. I usurped his position. I believe that's why he became so violent when he caught Kate and me in bed. All the anger and frustration that's been building inside him over the last three years finally exploded. Some angry words he used as he beat me indicated as much. He tried to be in charge, to be in control, but with each new project I initiated, he had to bend to my judgment more and more."

I took a deep breath and continued. "Making Dad feel less of a man than he is wasn't my intent, of course, and how he feels just isn't true. He's more of a man than I'll ever be. I just wanted to take us out of our poverty. Dad's unhappy, Mom, has been for a while. He couldn't keep up, and he's not the type of man to enjoy a free ride. Dad's a good man, a strong and loveable man, but he's not an entrepreneur. A job, an uncomplicated good job that utilizes his fine, analytical mind and artistic abilities, will make him happy, and without me around to complicate things or interfere with my entrepreneurial dreams and efforts, he can become the master of his own universe once more. But, he'll need you and Kate with him or his universe won't be valuable enough to make him whole."

"I think you're right, but what about you, Paul? You have a year and a half of high school yet in front of you, let alone college. Who will cook your meals, do your laundry, and clean the house? And Kate! Kate loves you deeply, Son. If I take her from you, she'll never forgive me - or her father. You are the love of her life."

"Mom, do you really think I need to finish school? Be honest?"

She shrugged. "I guess not. You're more knowledgeable than anyone I know. Why? Why are you the way you are, Paul? It's not normal."

I decided my mother had a right to know. "Because I remember all my past lives. My memories go back a thousand years or so." I spoke to her then in Mandarin. "That was the Chinese language, Mom. In my immediate past life, I was a Chinese female. I lived in Hong Kong from 1941 until 1970." The next language I demonstrated was Italian. "From 1886 to 1941, I was an Italian male, a Count actually, and lived in a beautiful villa in the Padua District of Venice. I've been an architect, a moneylender, a builder, a servant, a wife and mother, and yes, even a prostitute. I stormed the Bastille in 1789 as a Frenchman." I demonstrated my command of the French language when I told her I loved her dearly and would miss seeing her pretty face each morning. That thought brought tears to my eyes. "I'm not seventeen, Mom. I'm over a thousand years old," I concluded in English.

All the color had drained from my mother's face. "Unbelievable."

"Perhaps, but you believe me, don't you?"

"Yes. But how..."

"I don't know why I remember, but I know no one else sees their past lives as clearly as I do. I've searched over the centuries without success for someone like me. During each of my many lives, the memories arrived during puberty. At first, they made me think I was going insane, but when enough memories accumulated to make me realize what was happening to me, I finally understood."

"Why keep such a wondrous thing to yourself? Why didn't you tell me?"

"From past experiences, nothing good ever came from divulging my aberrant memories, and a lot of bad things have happened when they became public knowledge. I'm telling you with a request that you tell no one, Mom. Not Dad, not even Kate. Take my word for it. Life becomes very dangerous for me if too many people believe I'm living proof reincarnation exists. Devout Christians, among other zealots, can be particularly spiteful. I was burned at the stake during one past life."

Mother shuddered. "I'm sorry, Son. I can't promise what you ask. I made a vow yesterday I would never keep a secret from your father again."

I nodded. "I understand, but extract his promise to keep my secret before you tell him. Okay?"

"Certainly. What about Kate? She needs to know."

"I'll tell her myself when the time is right."

"She's so unhappy, Paul. When I take her away with me, her heart will break. She's in love with you, desperately and completely in love with you."

"I know, and I'm in love with her. I'll miss her more than you can possibly imagine." Tears stung my eyes again. "She'll want to spend one last night with me. Can you put off your departure one day?"

She nodded.

"I'll convince Kate to leave with you, Mom. It's the only way. In a few years, after Dad is whole again, after Kate gets over me or falls in love with someone else, we can be a family again. Think of this time as if I were going away to college, leaving the nest, if you will. I'm merely leaving a year or so early, that's all. And at over a thousand years old, I should be able to make it on my own."

I slipped from my side of the booth and slid next to my mother.

"It's not as if I'll never see you again. I love you! Dad, too." I hugged her. "Until Dad can accept me again, I'll make sure you and I spend some time together, quality time, as they say. Okay?"

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My last night with Kate was both beautiful and sad. We made love. We fucked like animals, and made love again. And we talked.

"I'm afraid for you, Paul," Kate said. "You'll be alone. I'll be with Mom and Dad, but you'll have no one."

I chuckled. "I suspect I'll have a huge phone bill. I plan to talk to you often - Mom, too. Dad, if he'll talk with me."

"It won't be the same. I'll miss you terribly, and not just the sex part. I love you, Bro. I won't be able to see your face or feel your touch." She snorted. "Smell you, taste you, fuck you."

"I know. You know, sometimes I study you secretly. I have your face and form memorized. You're indelibly imprinted in my mind. Little things. Like the way you raise one eyebrow a fraction of an inch when you hear a statement or comment you think is exaggerated or one-sided. The way half your belly button pokes out. The miniscule crack in your big toenail you try to hide so desperately with polish. The tiny, red mole on your left breast. How your areolas crinkle when you're cold. The nearly inaudible squeak in your voice when you get excited about something. The intensely erotic shape of your ears. I could go on and on.

"I'll especially miss watching you while you sleep. Every once in a while late at night, I crept into your room just to watch you sleep. You're at peace when you sleep and so beautiful you take my breath away. I love how intensely you feel about love and life. And yes, I relish the fragrances you offer. I love the smell of the bathroom after you've finished a shower and left it in a mess. I frown at the mess, and then your lingering scents make me smile. I love the smell of you when you first wake up, especially in the winter when you've slept under heavy covers and perspired a little. I can recall the bittersweet taste of your tears as if they were on my lips and tongue right now. I love everything about you, Kate, and I'll miss you as much as you'll miss me, maybe more, but we must part. How we feel about each other has destroyed our family. We must do everything we can to put it back together again. We owe our best efforts to Mom and Dad, and to ourselves so we can get on with the rest of our lives."

Kate cried out in anguish, kissed me and held me tight, and we made love again.

The next day, I helped Mom and Kate pack the car. When they drove away, tears were rolling down all of our cheeks. It was the saddest moment in this life, maybe all of them. And after they drove out of sight, the loneliness that suddenly overwhelmed me felt like grief, grief for the loss of loved ones, and then I realized the grief I was feeling was real. I had just lost my loved ones, at least for a few years.

I needed to connect with someone, but whom? Helen wasn't speaking to me. And Vera. Vera wouldn't understand. She was too young. Besides, I'd made a promise to Helen to stay away from her sister. My high school buddies bored me. I was centuries older than they. The connection I needed couldn't be made with my lawyers and accountants, my employees, or my bankers. I had no friends, I realized. Except... 

An hour later, Foxy served me hot chocolate and cookies.

"What happened to your face, Paul?"

Once I started to talk I couldn't stop and told her everything over the next few hours. She listened and didn't condemn. When I told her about some of my past lives, she became excited and asked a few questions, especially when I mentioned my life as an Italian Count in Venice. Other than that, she didn't interrupt.

As I talked I noticed Foxy twinge with pain from time to time. I asked her about it, but she claimed a touch of pleurisy. One of her girls brought in drinks for her on a fairly steady basis, and the drinks didn't look like wine, her usual drink of choice. "Scotch," she replied when I asked her what she was drinking. "Good scotch."

I visited her again twice more over the next few days. I needed her ear and her kindly regard. But I worried about her. She was drinking heavily, to the point the booze slurred her words, and she didn't look well. I queried her again about her health, but she repeated the pleurisy excuse.

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"Walk with me," Helen said without preamble when I opened the door to her knock.

I nodded and grabbed a jacket from the entry closet. We strolled through the half-light of dusk. I didn't try to take her hand in mine. The situation didn't call for a physical connection, but I wondered why she'd made the effort because we didn't speak for quite a while. Finally, we arrived at the park next to McGill's natural springs swimming pond. She sat across from me on the park bench with a picnic table between us.

"How's your shoulder?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.

"It will be fine. No permanent damage." Not quite true. The doctor indicated the gouge would probably leave a scar.

She studied my face, my black eyes and the tape over my poor, broken nose. I also still wore a bandage over the stapled cut on my cheek.

"It looks like your father did a better job on you than I. The rumor mill is buzzing, Paul. The few folks remaining in this ghost town are frightened. Will your family return soon?"

Ah, I thought. Her father put her up to this meeting. He wants some answers.

"Tell your father..."

"My father doesn't know I'm with you, Paul," she said interrupting me. "I knocked on your door to apologize to you for my rage, for physically hurting you. You were right. Violence is never the answer."

"Apology accepted, and I apologize for my incorrect assumption. To answer your question, my family will not return."

Her eyes widened. "What about the scrap business?"

"I'll take charge. As you suspected, I was running the business anyway, not Dad."

"You haven't been in school for a few days."

"I'm dropping out. The business comes first and will take up all my time."

A tiny smile touched her lips. "I said some pretty rotten things about you the other day."

"I deserved every word."

"I know, but I want, no I need to explain why I went into such a rage when I saw you with my sister. I need to talk to someone about everything that's happened to me. I can't talk to any of my friends. None would understand, and the rumor mill would go into overdrive if I said a word to any of them. I can tell you. You'll understand and keep what I have to say confidential. You have as much or more to lose as me if any of this gets out."

I remembered how patient Foxy had been when I unburdened my troubles on her, how she's nodded and made small sounds that encouraged me to continue. I hoped I could be as understanding and accepting while Helen dumped her problems on me.

"I'll listen."

She took a deep breath. "One day when I was thirteen, I was playing with my pussy - yes, Paul, I can say the words - and my father walked in on me. The sight enraged him, and he took me over his knees and spanked me viciously with his hand. Beating me aroused him. I could feel his cock get harder with each blow. After that incident, he used every opportunity to beat me he could find. His pet excuses were an unladylike act or a naughty word. He trained me, like Pavlov's dog, to never utter a dirty word. Each time he beat me, the sexual contact between us became more pronounced. Shortly after I turned fourteen, he stuck his finger into my cunt and ruptured my maidenhead."

She watched me carefully as she spoke and noticed my shudder when she told me how the sick man had torn her hymen. "Go on," I encouraged.

"Thereafter, when he finished beating me, he finger fucked me. I'm ashamed to say most of the time I climaxed." She blushed. "And I admit a few times, I acted unladylike on purpose. I felt so guilty, so dirty then. I hated the beatings. They never excited me, but his fingers did. Just before I turned fifteen, he raped me. I fought him. His large cock and angry expression frightened me. God help me, if he'd been tender and sweet, like you, I would have happily taken him inside me. After he fucked me, he would say things like, 'This was your fault, Helen. You tempted me. You brought this on yourself.'"

"Vile," I said. "The man is truly vile."

She nodded. "It gets worse, Paul. One day he was spanking my bare ass - he always made me remove my clothing below my waist. Curiously, he never wanted me completely naked, not even when he fucked me. Anyway, one day he was beating me, and Vera surprised us." She chuckled. "Vera has a habit of popping up at the worst of times, as you know. He screamed at her, told her he was punishing me for saying a dirty word. He told the frightened little girl he would punish her the same way if she ever acted unladylike. Also, he ordered her to tell him whenever I misbehaved, or he would beat her for not telling. That was the day I started to get a spine. I vowed to myself I'd never let him abuse my sister like he did me. Later, I made Vera promise to tell me if he ever touched her inappropriately."

"But she was more afraid of his threats than honoring her promise, so she didn't say anything," I remarked when Helen paused.

She shook her head. "No, that's not what happened, not exactly. Not long after the time Vera walked in on Daddy beating me, my mother did the same, but this time the beating was finished, and he was fucking me. I expected Mom to go into a rage like your father did when he caught you fucking your sister."

I must have looked shocked.

"Don't worry. No one knows but me. From the information Vera gave me, I figured out what happened. Anyway, after Mother saw Daddy fucking me, I expected her to leave the man and divorce him, taking Vera and me with her. But Daddy promised her he'd stop fucking me and begged her to stay. He didn't promise to stop punishing us, though, and to Daddy's credit, he resisted his urges to fuck me. Mother isn't very strong, so she accepted his promise. By now, I recognized the power I had over my parents, and on two occasions I forced him to break his promise to never fuck me again. As you know, I enjoy sex. I love a cock sliding in and out of my cunt." She blushed. "How's that for naughty? I love to fuck, but then you already know that, but with Daddy I felt dirty afterwards."

She grimaced. "Then I turned sixteen and started to date. I dated three boys before you, but did nothing with them beyond a little petting. One time Vera saw me making out and told my father. She was more afraid of the beating she'd receive if she didn't tell than the good will she'd receive from me for keeping mum about the incident."

I nodded and grunted understanding, and she continued.

"Of course, Vera slipped occasionally and received a spanking, too. And soon Daddy couldn't resist and fondled her. Vera kept those instances to herself, but then one day the son-of-a-bitch jammed his big finger into her cunt and ruptured her hymen like he'd ruptured mine. Later that day I knew something was very wrong, and finally Vera broke down and told me what had happened. I was furious! I went to my father and told him if he ever touched Vera or me again, I'd tell everyone he raped me and molested Vera. This happened just before our first date."

"Has he touched either of you since?"

"Not me, and I don't think he's touched Vera again. I think she'd tell me if he did. Let me finish. The hard part is coming up."

I nodded.

"When we made love in the cave, I fell in love with you. I wanted to be with you all the time. I wanted you inside me, fucking me. You made me see the difference between a loving relationship and the sick connection I had with my father. But after a while, I knew you didn't love me, not like I loved you. But I hoped, oh how I hoped. I hoped someday... never mind. That's when I started to notice how you and Vera reacted around each other, how you looked at her with lust. I discounted how she looked at you because I knew she had a crush on you. Your lustful expressions baffled me at first. Why would you want Vera instead of me? She had no breasts, was just starting to develop from a little girl into a girl. Why would you prefer her to me? So I watched you in other situations. Sexy women passing by did not draw your eyes, but if a cute, pubescent girl came into your view, you nearly drooled. You were especially attentive to your sister. When Kate and Vera became friends and started to hang out together, my suspicions increased. I followed Vera the other day to verify or disprove my suspicions. I had to know, so I entered your house like a burglar. When I saw you naked on the bed with Vera, I... let's just say, your face became my father's."

She took a deep breath and her shoulders sagged. A tear rolled from her eye.

"I've talked with Vera since, Paul. Eventually, she told me everything. Unlike my father, you didn't beat her or force her to do anything she didn't want to do. That doesn't negate the fact Vera is far too young to be so sexually experienced." Helen snorted derisively. "Shit, she's more experienced with sex than me."

When she stopped talking, I said, "I don't know what to say except to promise you I'll honor our agreement."

"Thank you. Vera will tempt you, though."

I grinned. "No doubt. She's very strong willed. If you'll let me, I'll talk to her and make her understand we cannot be together again, not sexually, but I'd like to be her friend. I'd like to be your friend, too, Helen."

"Thank you. I'll arrange a meeting between you and Vera, supervised by me, but you and I can't be friends, Paul. I don't think you realize how badly you hurt me, and frankly, I consider your preference for little girls as vile as my father's sadistic streak."

I nodded. Her comment saddened me. I really needed her as a friend. I needed another friend besides Foxy.

On our walk back to my house, I took her hand in mine. She didn't jerk it away. "You're wrong, you know," I said. "You and I can be friends. We know too much about each other to be otherwise. One day I'll need to talk with you because I won't be able to talk with anyone else, or the same will happen to you. We can't be neutral. We'll either be enemies or friends, and I don't consider you my enemy."

She squeezed my hand. "Maybe, but right now, I not neutral. I need some time. I no longer consider you my enemy, but I still don't consider you a friend. Maybe someday."

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The next day the third disaster struck. I received a call from Pete, Foxy's lawyer, my lawyer, too, some of the time. I believed he was calling about the emancipation process or another issue related to my taking control of the business.

"Foxy died last night," Pete said abruptly.

My heart sank and sudden grief hit me as if I was in a mine and the ceiling had collapsed down around me.

"Are you there? Did you hear me?"

"Yes," I finally muttered with tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm handling her estate, Paul. She left the bulk of it to you. Foxy was a rich woman, young man, which makes you rich, too. I also have a letter she gave me yesterday addressed to you."

"I'll pick it up within the hour."

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My Dear Paul,

Perhaps I should say, "My Dearest Gasparo". Are you surprised I know your name when you lived in the Villa Cornaro in the Padua District of Venus? You didn't mention your name to me, but I know it. It was Gasparo Filigenzi. How can I possibly know, you ask? I will tell you. I was your mother during that life. My name was Lauretta then. Do you remember? You were still a boy when I died. But what a boy! I believe you were seventeen when I passed away in 1903 at the age of thirty-nine. You were my only child and I loved you dearly. I don't remember the details of that life, not like you. I certainly don't remember and cannot speak or read the Italian language. Your mention of the villa was the key for me. My memories included the statuary gallery and frescos, and of course my beautiful baby boy.

As I said, Lauretta died in 1903 and was reborn and named Mary Anne Clarkson that same year in Chicago. I am eighty-three years old, and will grow no older in this life. When you told me about your past lives a few nights ago, I debated whether to inform you of the cancer spreading through my body. As you can see, I decided not to bother you with my small problem. The sawbones wanted me to take the treatments, but I refused. I'm too old and used up to survive the trauma. The only joy I found in life for the last five years was you, dear Paul, my dearest Gasparo. Besides, like you, I know a secret many don't know. I know without a doubt when I die I will be reborn, so I don't fear death. I will take my own life when the pain gets too much for me to reasonably bear.

It is my sincerest wish that I will be reborn a female and can remember the life I'm leaving. This life hasn't been all that memorable. I was first a mistress to a wealthy man, and then a call girl. As I aged, my status in my profession shrunk until finally I stopped selling my body and managed women who did. I never married, never gave birth to a child, and because I was an only child, I have no family. I've also outlived all I could call a friend - except one. I consider you, Paul Johnson, a friend, and I believe you feel the same about me. Thank you for coming into my life and accepting me as I am.

When you wanted to do business with the Mob, I refused to allow you to take that road. Accordingly, I have a post-life request of you. Do not involve yourself with gangsters and crooks. Live this life as an honorable man, and do business with other honorable men. Please.

If I am reborn a female and remember this life during the next, prepare to have a visitor twelve or thirteen years from now when my memories arrive. I've been your mother and your friend. I want nothing more than to be your lover, as well. Watch for me. I'll look for you. When I find you again, I will be perfect for you - a girl just entering puberty with soft, smooth skin and bright eyes, full of life and love. I can hardly wait!

Goodbye for now, dear Paul, my dearest Gasparo.

Watch for me.

Love,

Foxy, your friend

And more love from,

Lauretta, your mother



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Mother answered my call, which pleased me. I didn't want to talk with Kate, and Dad's angry grunt if he answered the phone always upset me.

"Paul, I'm so glad you called. How are you? Are you eating properly?"

"I'm fine, Mom." I hesitated. "No, I'm not fine. Foxy died yesterday."

"Oh, no, Son. I'm so sorry. I know you cared for her, though I never understood why. What happened?"

"Cancer. When the pain became too much for her, she took a bunch of sleeping pills."

"How dreadful. Can I help in anyway? When is the funeral?"

"Tomorrow."

"Oh, I don't think I can get away. Your father was offered a job yesterday. He starts tomorrow, so I know he can't leave, and Kate..."

"Are you making headway patching up your problems with Dad?"

"Yes, that's why I hesitated about the funeral."

"Stay with Dad, then. You said you didn't understand why I cared for the old woman like I did. She was a true friend, Mom, the only one I had. And today I discovered she was more than a friend. She not only left the bulk of her estate to me, which is substantial, but also left a private letter for me with her lawyer. She knew my name when I was an Italian and lived just outside Venice. I never told her my name during that life, Mom, like I never mentioned it to you. My name was Gasparo Filigenzi then, and my mother's name was Lauretta, a beautiful dark-haired beauty who died when I was seventeen. I was devastated for quite a while by her death. I loved her like I love you, Mother. Can you guess how she knew my name?"

Silence.

"Foxy was my mother in that lifetime. When I told her about my past lives I mentioned the villa I lived in. She remembered the villa, the statuary gallery and the frescoes, and she remembered me. Until then, neither of us knew about the past connection we had, but I believe we sensed there was more to our relationship than the business ventures we shared. We shared a past, and we shared a present. And, it was Foxy's sincerest wish that we would someday share the future. She wants to be reborn a female and hopes she remembers this lifetime. If she does she plans to look me up in a few years. She wants to be not only my mother and my friend but also my lover."

Tears were streaming from my eyes, and I heard my mother swallow a sob.

"I pray her wish is granted, Son."


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