BEE-5879 LIVE-IN LOVER by Norma O'Toole

CHAPTER ONE

During the last few months I have lived a life that fluctuated between exquisite pleasure and severe psychological pain. Now that I have finally removed myself from the scene of that experience, I must, so that society understands, tell the entire story. It is a story that is not unique, but it is fare enough to prove both interesting and educational.

My story begins the day my brother and I celebrated our eighteenth birthdays. My name is Lana Morris. Lonnie, my brother, is my twin. We were products of a middle class suburban upbringing that seemed normal in almost every respect. The only major problem was our mother.

The day of our birthday marked the fifth year my mother had confined herself to her room. She was constantly complaining of some illness that an unaccountable number of doctors were unable to successfully diagnose. My father, who was as patient as Job, said that although her pains and illnesses were probably psychological they were still very real to her, and therefore, needed the same respect that was due someone who was physically sick. This was not difficult to do, since our only contact with Mother was a daily goodnight kiss.

Daddy took up the responsibility of being both parents to my brother and me. He was a wonderful, jovial man, who went out of his way to bring sunshine into everyone's life. Single-handedly, he took care of Mother, and still managed to make a better than average living as a producer for a major television station. At thirty-seven years old, he was still the most handsome man I had ever met, and through a vigorous exercise routine, managed to remain in excellent physical condition. I was beginning to realize he was a very sexy man.

We began the night of our birthday together, just Lonnie, Daddy, and myself. Instead of inviting our friends to a large party, we decided to wait until summer when we could use the pool and our large backyard. Daddy brought home a bottle of champagne, and for the first time, we were given permission to partake of an alcoholic beverage.

After dinner, we were about ready to pull the cork on a bottle of champagne when the telephone rang. There was an emergency at the television station, and Daddy was needed to handle the bruised ego of an important talk-show star. We could tell that he was genuinely unhappy about being taken from such a momentous family gathering. He promised that he would make it up to us, and told us to start on the champagne without him.

My brother and I were disappointed, but we knew that nothing could be done. Left alone, we began to drink the sweet, bubbly wine. This was a new experience for us, and it made us feel very adult.

Both Lonnie and I were pretty naive about life. It seemed that our teenage years were geared toward preparing us for college. Our friends, likewise, were pursuing the same goals, so therefore our education and life experience was, for the most part, rooted in academics. We, of course, knew that drinking, boy-girl relationships, and sex existed, but our knowledge of these things did not go much further than that.

So now that my brother and I were both feeling the effects of alcohol for the first time, it did not seem strange that Lonnie would bring up the topic of sex during our wide ranging conversation. We were very close, as twins usually are, and were very rarely embarrassed by our bodies or their functions. But this was the first time either of us had ever discussed the subject of sex.

"Lana," Lonnie began, "do you think I'm sexy?"

"I think you're good-looking, if that's what you mean. After all, you are my twin, and I think that I'm not too bad to look at," I replied humorously.

"That's not exactly what I meant," he said. "It is very difficult to explain."

"Oh, Lonnie, you explain things very well. Try," I urged.

"I was at the bookstore today, and this girl I had never seen before came up to me and started a conversation. During our talk she told me that she found me very sexy, and wanted to take me home and chain me to her bed. I didn't know what she was talking about, but just the fact that she was talking to me about sex had a very strange effect on my body. Later, after she left, I realized I wanted to go home with her to find out what she had in mind. Does this make sense to you?" he asked.

"Yes, in a way, I guess. I know that I have awakened in the night after certain dreams and experienced strange sensations in my body. But I never gave them much thought. I think the dreams might have been about sex, but I'm not sure," I answered.

"Wow, that's right! I wake up almost every morning with a strange feeling. As a matter of fact, there have been some physical changes as well," my brother blurted.

"What do you mean by physical changes?" I asked, becoming more interested than I thought was proper.

Lonnie also realized, I think, that we were headed into new and mysterious directions. He was blushing and taking his time before answering. I had never seen my brother at a loss for words before.

"Do you remember when we used to take baths together?" he finally asked, but continued before I could respond. "Well, you remember how small my penis was, right?"

I nodded my head yes.

"On those mornings I was talking about, it would swell to a size of seven inches. I measured it because it was so difficult to believe," Lonnie said, not able to look at me.

"What did you do about it?" I asked.

"Nothing, really. In a few minutes, I forgot all about it, and it returned to normal size. But when it was swollen, it was very, very sensitive," he stated.

"Wow!" was all I could say. The feelings that I had occasionally felt after those certain dreams, were returning. I really didn't want the conversation to continue any longer. I think I was more bothered by my own ignorance than by anything that was being said.

The only information that I had received about my body was when my mother explained to me what had to be done when I started my period. She didn't tell me why I was going to have a period, only that I was going to have one each month, what to expect, and how to take care of it. She also strongly ordered me not to touch my private organs for any reason other than was necessary for personal hygiene.

The school district that we belonged to had voted down the introduction of sex education in the classroom. This being the case, the only way I cold learn about sex was through my friends or family. And, I doubted that my friends knew very much more than I did about the subject.

As far as my family was concerned, the prospects of finding answers, again, seemed slim. I couldn't ask my mother. We really hadn't said anything to each other for years. The only words were the "goodnights" said at the end of each day. She didn't know anything about me, and it would have been almost impossible to raise such a sensitive subject. To ask my father was totally out of the question. Knowing how he was, I would never put him through what was sure to be an embarrassing situation. And Lonnie, surely, was in the same ignorant boat I was.

So, on the night of our first conversation about sex, I suggested that we ask around for some literature that explained the sexual weakening of our bodies. He readily agreed, and promised that the next evening he would have the material we needed. Both of us were surprised when the events that took place later that night would make my suggestion almost unnecessary.

It was well after midnight when Lonnie came into my room and woke me from a sound, champagne aided sleep.

"Daddy brought home that talk-show lady, and she's down in the game room. She is really something. Do you want to see her?" Lonnie asked, totally out of breath.

I followed my brother downstairs. When we reached the entrance to the room where my father and the lady were, we stopped. The hallway was dark, and we could see into the room without being seen.

The lady was obviously drunk and in a very agitated state. Daddy was trying to calm her down, but he did not appear to be making much progress. I had to agree with my brother that she was something else. She was wearing a slinky strapless gown, and her hair was completely disheveled. The lady, whose name was Mai Widner, was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Even with her makeup thoroughly mussed, and her long blonde tresses flying everywhere, it was easy to see how striking she was.

It took my father a few minutes of comforting her before she relaxed, encircled in my father's arms. They were standing in the middle of the room and she was crying on Daddy's shoulder. The only sound coming from the room was her soft, little girl sobbing that escaped from her womanly body.

It was quite a while before anything began to happen, but when it did begin, events moved swiftly. First they started to dance to some imaginary music. It was not dancing really, but a swaying back and forth. Their hips were moving, but their feet remained motionless, anchored to the floor. Both Lonnie and I gasped when Mai turned her head to my father, and he kissed her tenderly on the lips. The kiss lasted for a long time until my father took her face into his hands and licked the tears from her cheeks.

Mai took this moment to break slightly from the embrace, and undo the buttons on Daddy's shirt. He did not resist. Instead, he pushed the top of her gown down until it was bunched around her waist. Her voluptuous breasts were now exposed to Daddy and our own unseen eyes.

Lonnie and I looked at each other, and saw the expression of disbelief that was registered on each other's face. We both wanted to discuss the situation, but fortunately realized that our voices would carry, discontinuing our private show. Even though our sexual education was severely limited, we both knew that the scene we were secretly watching was definitely sexual in nature.

When we turned back to observe the participants, we saw that my fathers shirt had been removed, and was lying crumpled on the floor. In the meantime, Mai's fingers were busily attacking his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants. Quickly, the pants were puddled around his ankles, leaving him clothed in only his boxer shorts. I had often seen my father wearing only his underwear, but I had never seen the huge bulge that was now outlined within the cotton material. This had to be the penile erection my brother had been talking about earlier.

During this time, Daddy had remained active. At first he caressed Mai's breasts, concentrating on the swollen nipples. Each breast received equal attention. Soon, he brought his mouth to her bosoms, and lavished loud kisses on every square inch of those splendid treasures. When he reached the nipples, he sucked them deep into his mouth and drew on them, very much like a baby sucking at a bottle.

Mai was moaning with, what I believed to be, pleasure. The effects of Daddy's mouth on her breasts seemed to have relegated her to a weakened state. She was using his shoulder for support, but at the same time, still furiously rubbed at the bulge in his shorts.

I was also feeling the effects of the scene being played out before me. The sensations, that had only been felt before while dreaming, were presently being experienced while I was totally awake. And they were much more intense than ever before. It was almost as if electrical charges were being shot from my breasts to my groin, heating up the area between my legs until my insides felt filled with hot liquid. There was an itch on my private parts that was demanding to be scratched. The feeling was not unpleasurable.

My brother, too, was showing signs that he was reacting to the show. His breathing had increased, his face was highly flushed, and his tongue was constantly moistening his dry lips. But the real physical proof of his excited condition was the large bulge that seemed to have grown from between his legs.

We were both dressed in our nightclothes. He was wearing flimsy cotton pajamas, while I was wearing a long nylon nighty over my underpants. Since I was crouched at Lonnie's side for comfort, I was on the same level as his straining penis. I studied it closely, this being the first time I had had the opportunity to be this near to this phenomenon of the male anatomy. I knew that somehow it was supposed to fit into the cavern between my legs, but at this time, I had no idea how. The only outward sign of my own response to what was going on was my swollen inflamed nipples trying to push their way through the thin material of my gown. I am sure that Lonnie also noticed them.

Mai and Daddy were now sitting on the couch, totally naked. He was stroking the hairy triangle between her legs, while she was giving her full attention to the large, mushroom headed stalk that protruded from his groin. Her hands were exploring the entire area, sometimes concentrating on the wrinkled, heavy-looking sac beneath his penis, and at other times, caressing the full length of the elongated organ.

Daddy began pushing a finger into the hot pink flesh of Mai's center. He did this very slowly until his finger was completely buried. Only then did he withdraw it, bringing it nearly all the way out before plunging it back in. He continued this, steadily increasing the rhythm. His other hand was tenderly caressing the top part of her widely spread slit, the action causing an involuntary bucking of her hips.

Mai's moans became louder and more passionate. Her body taking on a flushed glow, her eyes clenched tightly. She released my father's penis, and pulled his face close to hers, finding his lips with her own.

Daddy was now driving three fingers into her moist opening, less gently rubbing the place above the hole.

"Oh, shit, don't stop! I love it! I need it! I need it so bad, baby. I'm going to come all over your beautiful cunt-fucking fingers!" Those were the first words she spoke since falling into my father's arms.

I had no idea what she meant by coming, but I knew it was something this woman greatly desired. Her body began convulsing out of control, and Daddy was having trouble keeping his fingers on target. The convulsions built to one final body wrenching spasm, before she relaxed into, what appeared to be, unconsciousness. It was a good thing that my mother was two floors removed from the action, or she would have surely heard the ear splitting scream that accompanied the woman's orgasm.

Just watching was enough to rob me of much needed oxygen. My knees were too weak to support my body, and I was forced to sit down. It was then that I noticed the crotch of my panties was soaking wet. I knew I had not urinated, and was mystified by the cause. It was only when I focused on Mai's puffy sex organ that I observed that she, too, was secreting a glistening fluid. At that time I figured correctly that it had something to do with increased sexual excitement. There was no way I was going to let it worry me while my curiosity was heightened by the spectacle taking place in front of my eyes.

Mai appeared to have recovered, and was again touching Daddy's body. He allowed her to touch his penis, enjoying the pleasurable sensations. When he seemed to have had enough, he motioned for her to sit facing him on his lap. Instead of sitting on him, though, she placed her knees on the couch astride his hips, and began lowering her crotch toward his awaiting erection.

For the first time, Lonnie's and my view was obstructed. The woman's back was facing us. From the actions of the couple, it looked like Daddy was rubbing the head of his penis up and down the length of her intimate organ. It was only when she leaned her body forward on his chest that the view of what was happening between their legs improved.

Mai reached down the plane of her body, and with one hand took hold of my father's sizable penis and guided it to the place where he had earlier impaled his fingers. Once she was satisfied that they were perfectly lined up, she continued to lower her hips. The sight of Daddy's penis being slowly swallowed by the woman's body was the most dramatic event I had ever witnessed.

More quickly than I would have liked, Daddy's sex organ had totally disappeared inside of Mai. For a while there was no movement, at all. They seemed to be caught up in the feeling of each other's body. I turned toward my brother and hooked his attention. The smiles that we gave one another were tempered by our own private emotions. It was only when my glance wandered down toward his erect penis that he became aware of his own condition. Knowing that he did not want to leave his front row seat to hide from me the evidence of his own response, he just gave me an embarrassed look and shrugged his shoulders. I know that if my own reaction was not hidden from view, I, too, would not have left.

Movement in the den turned our attention back to Daddy and Mai. Her hips were slowly rising and falling, allowing my father's angry-looking penis to appear and disappear into her sex. When it was visible, it gleamed, coated by her abundant womanly fluids. Both of the participants were beginning to breath very hard, and the speed of their action steadily increased.

"Oh, Mai, you feel so good! From the first time I set eyes on you, I knew I needed to have you. You're the most beautiful fuck I have ever had, and I'm going to fill your body to the brim with my fuck cream! Fuck me with your hot, cock sucking cunt! Fuck me!" he demanded. It was the first time I had ever heard Daddy use those kinds of words. I had to admit that I liked the way they sounded.

"Oh, yes, Bob!" Mai cooed. "Your big fat cock is splitting me wonderfully! If I didn't have you locked in my hot little pussy, I'd suck you deep into my mouth! I'm going to empty those heavy balls of yours with the best fuck you ever had! Give it to me, baby!"

"Oh, fuck, yes!" was all Daddy seemed capable of saying.

The speed of their fucking was mounting to the height of frenzy. As Mai was lowering her hips, my father thrusted himself up, their bodies slapping together in passion. It was amazing to me that their velocity was ever-increasing. It was almost as if they were matching their rhythm to the unheard sound of a record being played faster and faster.

With one final, violent, ramming motion, Daddy imbedded himself deep inside the convulsing woman, and held her tight against his chest. His hips were spasmodically jerking, but his penis remained invisible to our eyes. Both bodies shuddered one last time, and then relaxed, seemingly drained by their efforts. The only leftover evidence of their actions was the thick cream that oozed from the woman's hole, and mingled with her own juices like pearl drops in the tangled hair between her legs.

Lonnie tapped me on the shoulder, and motioned that we should rapidly depart. We had seen enough for one night, and did not want to be caught spying on our father's private life. We silently walked back to our rooms on very unstable legs.

"We have to talk tomorrow about what we just saw," Lonnie whispered as we reached the door of my room.

"I guess we don't need those books after all. But you better get them just in case," I giggled, taking one last look at my brother's still-distended penis.

"Goodnight, Lana," he said before, entering his own room.

"Goodnight," I repeated, entering my own.

CHAPTER TWO

I knew it was going to be impossible to get to sleep that night. My body was still trembling from the excitement the scene downstairs had caused. My mind was another story completely. It was jumbled with the events I had observed, questions that I needed answers to, and the relationship it had to the feelings in my own body.

The strangest thing was that I had not even thought about the fact that my father had just been unfaithful to my mother. If I would have known then what I know now, I still would have easily accepted his infidelity. It was obvious that he was not having sex with my mother, and had not been having it for quite a long period of time. Now that I know the feelings in my own body, and the demands it makes, I have had no problem understanding his own sexual requirements.

That night the vivid picture of what I'd witnessed would not disappear. I had to throw the bedclothes on the floor in an attempt to cool my fevered body. It took only a few moments to realize that taking off the blankets was not enough. My nightgown soon joined the covers on the floor. Again, this made no apparent difference.

Lying spread-eagled on the bed I found it difficult to keep my hands off my breasts and from between my legs. It was almost as if my body was crying out to be touched. I could only fight this alien urge for a few minutes before I gave up, and allowed my hands to wander.

I was not prepared for the intensity of sensation once contact was made. My breasts felt different. They seemed harder and swollen. The electric-like charges that I had experienced earlier were so much more profound. When I touched my nipples, the most mysterious feelings shot to my crotch, causing the cotton panel of my underwear to become wet.

It's not hard to admit that this was the most pleasure and excitement my body had ever felt. I continued to play with my nipples, gliding my fingers very gently over the top and sides. Next, I rubbed them harder with the palms of my hands. This only heightened the sensations slightly. It was only when I began rolling my nipples between my fingers and pinching their swollen flesh that I truly experienced the most pleasure. My entire body was alive! My breasts, the woman's place between my legs and the most startling place -- my tiny asshole.

I continued to explore the sensations of my breasts and nipples, but I could no longer ignore the sopping place between my legs. With one hand I stripped my panties from my body, rendering myself nude to the darkness of my room. My hands then flew to the steaming triangle and cupped it tightly.

The heat emanating from my loins was momentarily frightening. Never, even during my most severe illnesses, was my body so feverishly hot. My biggest surprise, though, was that my cunt was even more sensitive to my touch than I thought possible to endure. I let my fingers explore my womanhood, and noticed an outward physical change occur. The two puffy lips, that protect the delicate tissue within, pulled apart like a budding flower, exposing the wet flesh to my fingertips.

I did not want to touch the inside just yet, feeling it would be better to go slowly, to discover the full range of these intense new feelings. Kneading and tenderly pinching the outer lips seemed to have an effect of disconnecting my lower body from the rest of me. My hips involuntarily jerked toward my pleasure-giving hand, almost as if it wanted my fingers implanted deep into the flesh of my liquid center.

I was too far gone to disobey the demands of my body. My fingers dove into those soft protective lips, and for the first time in my life, I felt the slippery flesh that made me a woman. I found the entrance to the tightly muscled hole and discovered the slippery fluid. Slowly, I began sinking my finger into the constricted opening while my legs widened of their own accord. The feeling of fullness was almost as pleasurable as the soft, gentle touches had been. Unfortunately, my finger came to an obstruction that blocked any farther descent into my fevered body. It was disappointing to me and seemed then that it would be impossible for me to accept the entire length of an erect cock, like Mai had. As a matter of fact, it almost extinguished the burning excitement that had come over me.

It could only be called luck, that when I was withdrawing my finger, it grazed against the sensitive nerve center of my sexual being. The pleasurable shock of that first touch nearly sent me into unconsciousness. The place that I accidentally rubbed was a button-hard protrusion that peeked out from under a fleshy piece of skin. I found that I did not have to rub it hard to repeat the sensation. A tremor rolled through my body.

I soon discovered a gentle but firm touch was best. Using the fluid from my hole as a lubricant, I allowed my fingers to slide easily over the little pleasure nub. This made it quite easy to avoid soreness as I began building up to a steady rhythm. And rhythm was what my body desired. The more I touched it, the more it needed. I was moving toward some unknown mysterious place that my body had never been to before. The prospects were very frightening, but I knew I could not stop.

The intensity of sensations continued to build. I realized I was thrashing around the bed. For all intents and purposes, I was out of control. The only thing that mattered was that my finger give me pleasure. My whole life was focused on that little nub of flesh.

I began experiencing spasms, starting deep within my lower abdomen. They seemed to move downward the area my hand was furiously massaging. It felt like all the heat and liquid were being pushed out of my tiny woman's hole. My entire body was convulsing, my breathing reached a gasping stage, my mind was bombarded with vivid colors and unknown images. Every single nerve ending became sensitive as my body reached upward towards an incredible height -- a final explosion.

Unconsciously, I removed my finger from my little pleasure button. I think I might have passed out for a few seconds because I could not remember how or when I rolled into the fetal position and drifted off to sleep.

In the space of one night, my eighteenth birthday, I learned more about being a woman than in all of the previous eighteen years combined. Never again would I ignore or feel guilty about the pleasures my body could bring me. That night was the most enjoyable night I had ever had. I truly loved it. At last, I wad a woman.

For the first time since I entered my room, I thought of Lonnie. I hoped that he, too, was able to experience the pleasure of his sex. Being twins, we seemed to arrive at the different steps of our lives at about the same time. I prayed that this was the case because I dearly needed someone to talk to about the events of the night.

Even though he was a male and my brother, I figured that I could talk to him. We were closer than any brother and sister I knew or sister and sister, or brother and brother for that matter. And since we believed that our friends were as ignorant as we were about sex, it would have been impossible to communicate our feelings to them. Our only alternative was to learn together.

I knew that we would be treading on dangerous water. If society had kept the answers to our important questions hidden from us, I saw no alternative but for us to take drastic steps. I was hoping that Lonnie had arrived at the same conclusion.

My body and mind were totally exhausted. The relaxed, dreamless sleep was the best I had ever had.

CHAPTER THREE

Lonnie and I didn't have much time to talk the next morning. We had both gotten up late, and barely had enough time for breakfast before leaving for school. But if Lonnie's sunny smile was any indication, he had also experienced something profound in the darkness of his room the previous night. Knowing my brother as well as I did confirmed in my mind that he had reached the same conclusions I had.

Dad joined us at the table, and he, too, was sporting a bright smile. He explained that there was a guest asleep in the game room, and asked us not to disturb her. Lonnie and I had a difficult time keeping the knowing grins off our faces. We both figured that it would not be a good idea to question him about who she was, or why she was here. Our pretended ignorance was his bliss.

Blissful as Daddy was, it was apparent he was feeling some guilt. He said that it would be better if we didn't mention the guest to Mother. He stated that there was no reason to bother her with the information -- "knowing how she would worry about the house not being presentable, etc." During the conversation he did not look at us while speaking but if he had we would have continued to keep our expressions neutral.

School was unbearable that day. I could not concentrate on even the most simple details of my lessons. Flashes of what I had seen and felt the night before constantly invaded my mind. I had to fight off a maddening urge to go to the girls' room, and reproduce those delicious feelings that I learned about last night. And if it were not for my underwear fortunately absorbing my sexual excitement, a stain, I would have found difficult to explain, would have appeared on my lightly colored slacks.

I sighed with relief as I left my last class. Now I could go home and explore the delights of my body again. The conversation I would have with my brother would not take place until later that night when we would be assured of our privacy. Since it was my father's poker night, he would leave the house after dinner, and not arrive home again before the early hours of the morning.

As I was leaving the school, Lonnie suddenly appeared beside me. He was still wearing the smile that had decorated his face earlier that morning.

"Oh, Lana, you would never believe what I did last night," he said.

"I don't know about that," I answered, giving him a knowing smile in return. "I, too, made some interesting discoveries about myself last night."

"Really?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.

"Really," I repeated, arching my own.

"We'll talk about it later after Daddy goes to his game," Lonnie instructed.

"Okay, Brother," I sung, "we got ourselves a date."

"Oh, yeah, before I forget," he said, stopping me from continuing on my way. "I have to stay late for a history lecture. So what I want you to do is study this book. It will be easier to talk about this subject, if we know the different names and functions. I'll see you later."

Lonnie ran back into the school, leaving me holding a book. The cover was concealed by loose leaf paper scotch-taped to the jacket. I peeled away one corner to read the title. It was "The Complete Anatomy and Physiology of Sex." I had to agree with my brother, it was exactly what the doctor ordered.

I rushed home, not wasting a minute. The anticipation of reading the book and taking care of my bodily demands was overwhelming. After entering the house, I raced to my room, and quickly disrobed. I wanted to look at my body in the light. Never before had I taken the time to really look at myself.

I stood in front of my wall-length mirror. My short, dark, red hair framed a face that other people considered cute. My height was average, five foot four. I weighed just over one-hundred pounds. My figured was still, it seemed, in the process of changing.

Although my breasts in no way compared to those of Mai Widner, they were still quite good, and quite large. They were firm and shapely. I didn't need a bra to support them. The nipples that topped my pale, rose-colored breasts were slightly darker, and swollen, having been exposed to the air and my feelings of inner excitement.

My stomach was tight and flat, my hips curved and shapely. When I looked close, I could see a fine, lightly colored thread of hair, which began just below my navel and trailed to the large thatch of auburn hair that formed the perfect triangle between my legs. The hair was not kinky like the TV woman's or my father's, but more like the hair of a cat, smooth and soft.

I turned around and studied the view of my rear. The cheeks of my behind were small but full, and no sign of flab or wrinkled flesh. My legs, though, were my best feature. They were long and lean, with curves in all the right places. Whenever I wore shorts and there were boys around, I was sure to get a few wolf whistles and complimentary comments about my "gams".

Before looking at my most sensitive and hidden parts, I thought it best to study the book my brother had given me. That way I figure I could more readily identify their mysteries.

I sat on my bed, and opened the book to the section on the anatomy and functions of the female sex and reproductive organs. On the first page, they had a diagram of the area between a woman's legs, with labeled arrows pointing at the various parts. The words they used for the different organs seemed very scientific and very cold. I liked the words my father and Mai used a lot better. Still, I took the time to memorize them.

Once I had the names and locations down, I took a hand mirror from my dresser and brought it back to the bed. Spreading my legs as far apart as I could, I placed the reflecting glass between my thighs, and focused on my womanhood. I quickly identified the fleshy outer lips as the labia. And after peeling those plump, little doors apart, the inner world of my sexual being was revealed to me.

The small, muscled mouth was the entrance to my vagina. The diagram showed it to be a long canal that ran deep into the hollows of my body. Again I became worried about the blockage I had encountered the night before. There was no way I could function as a whole woman with that dead-end in the middle of my main road. So instead of continuing on my journey of discovery, I turned back to the book in hope of finding an explanation for my vaginal obstruction.

It took only a few minutes to find exactly what I wanted. The book said that every female is born with a cartilage-like membrane in her vagina which impeded sexual penetration. It was called the hymen. The book went on to say that if a female had a hymen intact, she would be considered a virgin because it was impossible for intercourse to have taken place. Reading the passage removed a heavy burden from my mind.

I went on to read about the various ways the membrane could be eliminated. The three main ways to accomplish this were through a non-sexual tearing due to an accident or an athletic activity, like horseback riding; the surgical removal by a doctor, or the natural process of sexual intercourse. To me, the last was the most appealing.

As I was about to close the book, my eyes fixed on a chapter heading called "The Female Orgasm." I had never heard the word before, but after reading the section, it explained the phenomenon I had experienced the night before. It said that orgasm was the natural culmination of sexual arousal, and was brought on by direct stimulation of the clitoris. There were also certain theories, which had not been entirely disproved, that a woman could achieve orgasm through vaginal penetration, and in some cases, rectal stimulation. I hoped I was one of the lucky ladies that could climax all three ways.

After reading the last chapter, and having my mind relieved by the preceding one, I decided it was time for a little practical application. Back on the bed with my legs widely spread, I replaced the mirror in its strategic location, and commenced furthering my education.

Using the heel of my hand, I watched in the mirror as I gently massaged the outer lips or labia. The familiar new feelings rapidly began returning. It was a breathtaking sight when the lips began to pull apart to reveal the hot, pink tissue that resided within.

I moved back to my vagina, slowly using my finger, penetrated the slick canal, stopping when I reached the hymen. I was already wet with the juices of my arousal, and had no pain as I pumped my finger in and out, using a steady but slow rhythm. The feeling of fullness was sublime, and I began to desire something larger inside of me. Something very much like the male erect penis that Daddy had sported, or the one Lonnie could not hide, the previous night. Not having them at my disposal, I added a second finger to the first, and was greatly pleased by the lack of discomfort and the exquisite fullness.

The stage of my arousal had now reached the point when my pleasure-giving clitoris could no longer be ignored. Looking in the mirror, I could already see its hardened head peaking out from beneath, what the book called, the clitoral hood. Very tenderly, I touched the little button, and was quickly rewarded with a pleasure shock that shook my entire body.

I did not immediately go back to stimulating my clitoris. Instead, I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my vagina, and used my other hand to coax out a response from the different areas of sensitivity. There were varying feelings from each place I touched. The flesh around my clitoris was intense with sensation, while conversely, the tissue on the outside of my meaty lips was less so. But the biggest surprise was when I reached lower, and began caressing my asshole and the surrounding area. It was alive with the most wonderful feelings. Using some of my natural lubricant I glided my fingers over the tightly muscled hole. If a year before, somebody had told me that my rectum was a pleasure organ, I would have laughed in their face. But now, I was a true believer.

Soon, my body became too fevered for additional exploration. I returned to the little, insignificant-looking pleasure bud. Lightly, at first, I again touched it. The shock, if anything, was stronger than before, and involuntarily, the speed by which I was touch it, began to increase -- and increase and increase -- as I came closer to my desired orgasmic release. The only difference between this and the night before was that I continued to pump my fingers into my steamy vaginal canal.

When my orgasm hit, it was more intense than the previous one. I don't know if it was the fact that my fingers were filling my hole or what, but there was a definite difference. Although it started like the night before with spasms beginning deep inside my body, this time when they rolled to my vagina, the walls of the slick cavern clamped down hard on my imbedded fingers. It was almost like my vagina was snapping at my invading fingers. Whatever the reason, it was definitely better. I vowed to use this technique regularly during my newfound pleasure hobby.

When my body had finally relaxed after the onslaught of pleasure, I went back to studying the book that Lonnie had given me. I read that masturbation was the self servicing of my body that I had discovered on my own. The book went on to say, there was no known harm that came to one who indulged in such activities. This, of course, refuted the instructions about not touching myself that Mother had previously given me.

I boned up on the male anatomy as well, and learned a great deal. The male orgasm, it seemed, was different from the female's. I was dying to compare notes with my brother. It would be interesting to find out exactly how he had discovered that pleasure the night before. There was no doubt that we were going to learn a great deal from one another. We had no choice.

Dinner, that night, was uneventful, and if it had not been for the anticipation of talking to Lonnie, later, it would have been plain boring. The talk around the table between Daddy and ourselves was all of the small variety. The only interesting thing said was by my father...

"Listen, guys," he said, "I want to apologize about running out on your party last night. I really didn't have any choice. When the station calls, I have to move my tail. Mai Widner, the TV host, was publicly slandered by a guest on her live television show. She was very distraught, and I'm the one they called. She was the person who stayed here last night. I didn't believe it would be a good idea for her to go home to an empty apartment in her condition. So, after taking her out for a few drinks, I brought her here."

Both Lonnie and I nodded our heads with approval. Although we knew what actually went on the previous night, we didn't want to let him know what we had seen. There was no reason to embarrass him because he submitted to a very natural desire. It was truly amazing how mature we had become in the space of twenty-four hours.

"I think you might be seeing more of Mai," Daddy went on. Lonnie and I had to suppress our giggles, having seen as much of Mai as possible. "I think you'll both like her, and she did mention that she would enjoy meeting the two of you. We became pretty close in one evening and, I'd like to believe, we've become very good friends."

My brother was elated at the prospects of meeting the TV lady. I guess he wanted to see her up close this time to make sure that his eyes had not deceived him. I, too, was anxious to meet someone who promised to be interesting, and the lover of my daddy.

My father left the table, saying he had to get ready for his card game, and that he would see us in the morning.

"If he only knew," Lonnie said, rolling his eyes to the ceiling once our father was out of earshot.

"I have to admit, it sure was an eye-opening sight," I agreed, laughing. "Knock on my door when you're finished studying."

CHAPTER FOUR

Before returning to my room, I paid my nightly respects to my mother. This took care of the last responsibility standing in the way of my sex education class. After taking a shower, I dressed carefully for my encounter with Lonnie.

I wanted to wear something that would allow my brother to understand what was happening to my body without having to remove any of my clothes. The articles of dress that I chose were a short, see-through nightgown and a pair of my sheerest bikini panties. When I checked myself out in the mirror, I realized I was totally decked out in white. I had always assumed that this was the way I would be dressed on my wedding night. The fact it was not, did not make it any less appropriate.

Finally, after spending a fruitless hour over my schoolbooks, there was a knock on the door, and my brother came bursting into my room. He was wearing only cotton pajama bottoms, and he carried a stack of papers. His eyes widened when he caught sight of the way I was dressed.

"Wow! I keep forgetting how good-looking you are," Lonnie said, not able to tear his gaze from my body.

"You're not bad-looking yourself," I returned.

Actually, he was quite good-looking. His red hair was cut medium long, and his facial features were very similar to my own. Lonnie was at least six feet tall, and though his body was lean, it was well muscled. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off my brother's bare torso and pajama-clad lower body.

"Before we start discussing what happened last night, I want to show you some notes that I made on what people, without scientific backgrounds, call the various parts of the body and their functions," he said as he handed me the papers.

I took my time as I went down the list, trying to retain as much of the information as I could. It was evident that I had heard most of the words before, but I never thought they made more sense, and I found them, to my way of thinking, better than the sterile scientific names the book had used.

My brother's list was extensive, and to simplify matters, he jotted down the scientific designations next to the appropriate street word. For me, fuck, suck, cock, prick, pussy and cunt, cum, clit, tits, and balls had a much more arousing effect than the book's words. Lonnie and I both agreed to use these slang words and expressions in this and any further conversations we would have regarding the subject of sex.

"It was amazing, that right after we began talking about sex, Dad would bring home that woman, and give us a demonstration. It was easily the most exciting night of my life," my brother said, starting off our long-awaited discussion.

"Yes," I agreed, "it was very exciting for me, too. As a matter of fact, I haven't been able to shake those images from my mind or the feelings from my body. If it wasn't for what I learned, when I returned to my room last night, I'm sure the men in the white coats would have had to come and take me away. I think you know what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean. And when I finally orgasmed or came, it was the all-time greatest feeling of my entire life," Lonnie said, crossing his legs.

I think he might have been trying to conceal the beginnings of a hardon. Seeing it would not have bothered me a bit. I very much wanted to see it, actually, but I didn't want to scare him off by embarrassing him with a remark about it.

"Do you know that last night was the first time I ever touched myself, and today was the first day I ever really looked at myself. I guess if anyone had seen my actions, last night and today, they would have said that I was making up for lost time," I giggled, feeling myself blush.

"I know what you mean. The last time I did it, I had to use hand cream because I was starting to get sore. I guess you could say that I was trying to catch up, too," Lonnie giggled along with me.

I was, however, finding it difficult to imagine what Lonnie was talking about without seeing a demonstration. It was still too early in our conversation, I thought, to make that kind of suggestion, but I just didn't want to wait. There was no doubt in my mind that Lonnie was already sporting a healthy erection. My own nipples were standing out through my gown, and I could see he was having a difficult time not letting, his eyes focus on them. Maybe, we could stroke a deal, I hoped.

"Lonnie, I'm finding it impossible to understand how you come. If you show me your cock, I might be able to see what you mean," I said, giving him my most perplexed look. "If you would feel more comfortable, I'll take off my gown. That way you can look at my tits while you explain. Okay?" So much for not wanting to shed any clothes, I thought.

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Lana. This seems like a dangerous situation," he reasoned.

"Listen, Brother dearest," I replied, "it would have been a different story, entirely, if somebody would have taken the time to teach us about the sexual nature of our bodies. Nobody did, nor will anybody teach us anything in the future. This is to be our learning experience. I think it's our duty to ourselves to take advantage of the opportunity. We are closer than any brother and sister I know. If we can't learn from each other, who can we learn from?" I passionately argued.

I could see by his face that he wanted to go-along with what I had just said, but he still appeared a bit undecided. The trump card was needed. I pulled off my nighty, and stood before him in only my panties.

Lonnie gulped hard at the sight of my body. I was a little surprised that I felt no embarrassment. In a matter of moments, my brother regained control of himself, and moved towards me. It was obvious that he wanted a closer look. Somehow, I didn't mind being the object of his scrutiny. As a matter of fact, just the idea that he was studying me was enough to reacquaint me with my new-found sexual desire.

"You have got yourself a deal," Lonnie finally said, "but you still have your underwear on. That's not fair to me. The only way I'll take off these pajama bottoms is if you take off those pretty little panties. How about it?"

My nodded my head, yes. If that was the only way I was going to see his cock, I had no choice. I quickly pushed them down my legs, and stepped away out of them, leaving me totally naked before the eyes of my brother. He was so absorbed by the darkened triangle between my legs, it took a moment for him to realize his own obligation to me.

He turned his back to me as he undid the pajama pants. When they were finally around his ankles, I studied his muscular ass before he turned back to face me. It was sturdily formed, and I could not help wondering if his hidden little asshole was as sensitive as mine. I made myself a mental note to remind myself to ask him. I was just beginning to lose my patience with his modesty when he turned around, at last.

Now I could understand his reaction when I took off my panties. I stood no more than three feet from where he was standing with my eyes fixed on his crotch. His cock was in full erection. It was pointed at the ceiling with the base surrounded by dark red pubic hair. His cock was not quite as thick or as long as Daddy's, but it was still one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. I was about to walk toward him to get a better look, when my brother recommended that we sit on the bed.

I crawled to the head of the bed, while my brother sat at the foot. As I was about to fold my legs underneath me, he sternly motioned to me to keep my thighs apart. All we did for the next few minutes was stare at each other's crotch. I kept switching my own gaze back and forth between the mushroom headed stalk and the heavy ball-carrying sac that hung beneath it.

Meanwhile, Lonnie's stare had partially opened my outer cunt lips, and had drawn my juices close to the surface. I loved the feel of his eyes on my most intimate treasures, and wished that he would touch me as well. I knew that I would have jumped at the chance to touch my brother's sexually ready cock.

The fact that we were being pulled closer and closer to a society taboo, to incest, for some reason had no effect. What we were doing was viewed by both of us as purely a learning experience. Actually, it was all pretty innocent, at least at this point. It would have been difficult for either of us to come up with the word that described where we were headed.

"Looking at your body like this is driving me crazy," Lonnie said, beginning to look uncomfortable. "I think that instead of trying to explain the process of jacking off to you, I'm going to have to show you. Okay?"

All I could do was nod. My mouth was becoming very dry, and I did not want to spoil the atmosphere we had created by saying anything. If it was not for the spectacle that was about to take place, my own fingers would have dove between my legs, and massaged my own meat to orgasm. Instead, I moved closer to Lonnie, stopping when we were no farther than a foot away from each other. It was only then that I touched myself. I pulled apart my plump cunt lips. This allowed my brother a better view of the charms that were hidden within. Seeing him lick his parched lips with his tongue proved I had done the right thing.

Lonnie started to work on himself very slowly, almost as if he wanted to draw out the procedure as long as possible. It was not altogether different from my own initial approach to masturbation. With his right hand, he gently caressed every square inch of his cock, giving special consideration to the swollen purple-colored head. His other hand concentrated on his balls, giving them the most tender of touches.

I had read about the principles of the male orgasm in the book my brother had given me. I, therefore, knew that he was going to ejaculate a white cream-like fluid from the little hole at the tip of his angry-looking cock. It was strange to me, that I found myself hoping that some of his cum would land on me. I wanted to feel it and rub it into my body. It seemed like the logical way to baptize the sexual awakening of my being.

My brother's hand was moving a little faster as it pumped the length of his organ. Every once in a while, he squeezed the blood-engorged head, and a small drop of clear fluid would ooze from the tiny slit. He would then use the fluid like a lubricant, cutting down the skin burning friction of his hand.

Lonnie's eyes were half shut, but I could see that they were still focused on my cunt. He must have been enjoying quite a view. Not only was I totally exposed, but the juices were flowing from my pussy, and dropping down the crack of my ass. My brother's pin-pointed sight felt like it was burning a hole in my cunt, and again, I had to fight the need to soothe the wound with my fingers. Thankfully, though, I was able to remain absorbed by the novelty of the event I was witnessing for the first time.

Soon, his breath was coming in short bursts, and the speed of his cock-stroking significantly increased. His hips were beginning to rise up, meeting his pleasure-giving fist, while low ecstatic moans were escaping from deep within his chest. I was mesmerized by the scene, and found myself leaning my body closer to his ready-to-come cock.

His body was beginning to shudder. I realized the spasms he was experiencing were not all that different than my own. It was the release, though, which made the difference between male and female. His cock was literally dancing in his hand, almost like it was holding back a tremendous pressure. And then it erupted in a series of cream-spurting contractions.

It was truly a magnificent sight to watch. The cum was propelled many inches from the head of his cock, and gratefully, splashed all over my belly and breasts. It way warm, and the consistency was rich and thick. I wanted to touch it, but I waited until Lonnie was finished with his eye-popping performance. It was not long before my brother's cock slowed its involuntary twitching and ceased to deposit any more cum at my disposal. I knew it was going to be a while before he recovered from his intense climax.

It was while I was waiting that I began rubbing my brother's essence over my tits and belly. I really enjoyed the way it felt. And since some had landed on my nipples, I used it like hand cream, jacking off my breast buds in imitation of the way Lonnie had hand-fucked his cock. I was totally lost in this activity when I felt something touch my burning center.

My brother had evidently recovered, and had begun lightly touching the slick pink flesh of my pussy. Even though I knew that his inexperienced fingers could not rival mine as far as coaxing the ultimate sensations from my body, I was never the less taken aback by strange hands becoming intimate between my legs.

I decided to let him enjoy himself in his explorations, while I gave special attention to my cum-covered breasts. Surprisingly, Lonnie knew more than I expected. He found my hot virginal canal, and commenced to caress the tightly muscled opening with his thumb. It felt outstanding when he began to slide that pleasure-giving digit through the entrance ring, then down the slick cavern to my center.

"I'm going to practice a few of the things I learned from reading the book, and talking to my friends. Just lie back, and let me do all the work," he instructed.

"Oh, yes!" was all I could say. My body was now dictating the events, and I was feeling too terrific to argue.

My brother's face could not have been more than six inches from my steamy cunt. I could actually feel his hot, excited breath play over the dripping flesh of my pussy. It was apparent that he was as interested in learning about sex as I was. As a matter of fact, I couldn't get as close to my crotch as he was.

Lonnie's thumb was then inserted as far as that little piece of virgin-maintaining skin allowed. For what seemed like the hundredth time in the last twenty-four hours, I cursed the presence of that penetration deterrent. My brother did not remark about it, so I figured he knew what it was and why it was there.

It, did not take long before he added a few more pleasure-giving digits to aid his thumb as he continued to explore my womanhood. He glided his fingertips from the top of my inflamed slit to my rosy backdoor hole. I could no longer control my hips, nor the moans of appreciation that were falling from my lips. Lonnie was doing a wonderful job.

But it was the shock of his touch on my clitoris, causing my body to lift from the bed, that truly awakened him to my most important needs. I was surprised that my reaction to that first clitoral touch did not frighten him from touching it again. Fortunately, my brother was an intelligent person, and soon determined that the upward thrusting of my hips was in fact an invitation to seek out that place and touch it once more. Just to be on the safe side, I grabbed his hand with my own, and guided it back to my swollen clit. Still holding his hand, when we'd found it, I showed him the motion that seemed to me to produce the most response.

The new body smells that had permeated the room added to the thick, exciting atmosphere of our sexual classroom. So far, I had not come across a single aspect of my new erotic awakening that I found unpleasant. Although I had not yet become aware of all the ramifications of my actions, I promised myself, from that moment on, that I was not going to deprive myself of any of the pleasures my body could give me.

An orgasm was almost upon me. Lonnie was expertly rubbing my pleasure button, while his other hand paid homage to my boiling cunt hole. The combination of these factors, plus the feeling of his breath on my fevered flesh, started the familiar sensations that made up my climax. I spasmed, twitched, and convulsed. My body slapped repeatedly against the bed, and my snapping vaginal muscles claimed his fat thumb as their prisoner.

For the second time in a row, my orgasm bettered the previous one. If this was the way my sexual climaxes were going to continue, my sensual future was limitless.

I must have dozed off for a few seconds. I chalked it up to the intensity of my orgasm. Lonnie had already left my room, his spent jism crusting on my breasts. The temptation to taste it was overwhelming. So, I did. Needless to say, I lowed it, and vowed that if my brother and I should repeat this little episode again, I would ask him if I could drink it warm and fresh from his beautiful cock. How could he say no to such a pretty, obliging sister?

I really felt good about myself.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next night proved to be impossible for Lonnie and me to continue our sexual training. It seemed that Daddy had invited Mai Widner home for dinner, and we were expected to help entertain our lovely guest. It was definitely no chore. She was as funny and knowledgeable, as she was beautiful and sexy.

We could see immediately how taken Dad was by her. He had a great deal of trouble tearing his eyes from her, and when I paid attention, I noticed little lovers' signals being sent back and forth between them. I was genuinely happy he had become attached to such a sexy, intelligent, and lovely lady.

She was making the same impression on my brother. He, too, appeared pleased for Daddy, but his reaction was slightly different than mine. Every time Mai asked him a question or tried to get him involved in conversation, Lonnie hopelessly stuttered. His eyes had taken on the appearance of fifty-cent pieces, and an idiotic grin had remained fixed on his face. I, also, happened to spy the telltale bulge of arousal that was only partially hidden by his trousers. My now sexually aware brother was literally being turned on by the mere presence of the beautiful Mai Widner. Strangely, this was not difficult for me to understand.

Her whole appearance radiated a sexuality that was entirely new to me. Although there was nothing blatant about her choice of clothes, they still managed to draw from the woman the hint and, maybe, the promise of sex. The perfume she wore, at first, gave the notion of innocence, but the longer you were in her company, it was evident that there was a kind of animal quality to it that got your sexual attention. My brother was not alone, as she was also having a very sexual effect on me.

I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that my father and Mai would again make love that night. It was going to be a tremendous temptation to sneak down to the game room and watch the action unfold. I was sure that my brother had the same thing in mind. To enjoy that spectacle again certainly appealed to me, but I was afraid that somehow I would be horning in on my father's deserved happiness. The thought that he had been deprived of sex all these years by my hypochondriacal mother, and the fact that we were secretly watching his sexual joy, seemed unfair. I decided to take my own pleasure, alone.

It was the following night, after Mai's visit, while sitting with Lonnie on my bed, in preparation for another body-awareness session, that he recounted the circumstance of an event that took place in the middle of the previous night. We were both dressed as we had been the first time we shared a sexual experience. The only difference was that I no longer thought it necessary to wear panties. If it were not for the possibility that we might be caught, we probably would have worn nothing.

We were sitting on the bed, just like we had been before, with each other's crotch in our respective sight frames. I was going to comment on the quickness of Lonnie's arousal when he cut me off and began telling me the most interesting story I had ever heard.

"I know what I'm going to tell you is going to sound far-fetched. But I swear on the head of my prick, that everything is true," he said with a great deal of feeling.

"Lonnie, if I can't tell when you're telling a lie, then one of us would have to be dead," I said, trying to lighten his somber, truth-telling mood. Unfortunately, my brother wouldn't have it.

"This is very serious. If you can't accept it that way, I'm just not going to tell you. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, Lonnie," I answered, feigning contriteness, "I promise to be serious."

"I must have woken up about two or two-thirty in the morning to go to the bathroom," he began, finally getting his story underway. "Before turning in, I wanted to go downstairs and spy on Mai and Daddy, like we did the other night. But I fell asleep. When I woke up, everything was quiet downstairs, and I assumed that everyone had gone to sleep. At first, I was a little disappointed that I was not going to see the beautiful TV woman's body again."

While he stopped to catch his breath, I began wondering where his story was headed.

"Well, I was coming out of the bathroom, when who do you think I almost run into?" he asked, but didn't give me a chance to guess. "Miss Mai Widner. She was wearing Daddy's smoking jacket, and it was barely able to contain those monstrous tits. The bottom only fell to the middle of her thighs, and I just knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I could also tell that she gave my body the once-over. All I was wearing was my pajama bottoms, and you know when I get excited, my hardon is impossible to hide."

I wanted to ask him a couple of questions, but I, also, didn't want him to lose the thread of his tale. Beads of sweat had begun to appear on his brow, and I could see by the bulge in his pajamas that he was becoming aroused by his own narration.

"Mai and I became involved in a discussion about the location of various rooms in the house. She asked me where Mom and Dad slept, and where our rooms are. I gave her the different placements, when she interrupted what I was saying, and suggested we go to my room, so as not to disturb anybody. Since we were right across the hall, all we had to do was take a few steps and we were there. As soon as we entered, Mai closed the door behind us and switched on the light." Again, he stooped for a long breath.

"This is not going to take all night." I asked impatiently. I still had no idea what was coming next.

"Hold your horses!" Lonnie responded.

It almost looked like he was trying to decide if I was worthy enough to hear the rest. At that point, all I wanted to do was grab a hold of his magnificent prick.

"Okay, now I'm going to tell you the good part," he said.

"Oh, goody," I shot back sarcastically. Lonnie didn't seem to notice the dig, and continued where he had left off.

"She sat down on my bed, and because of the shortness of Daddy's dressing gown, I caught sight of her entire thigh. If it would have drifted up another inch, my eyes would have feasted on her pretty blonde-haired cunt. During this whole time, I was making believe I'm cleaning my room in order that she can't see my cock straining against the thin pajama material. Mai watched me make a fool of myself for a couple of minutes, before patting the bed and telling me to sit down because I was making her nervous. There was no way, I was not going to immediately obey. When I finally joined her on the bed, she moved closer until I could feel her naked thigh press against my own."

I had to admit to myself that his story was getting more and more interesting. Just hearing his words heading in the direction of sex was enough to make my body begin to feel the awakening urges of my new-found sexuality.

"We started talking about a bunch of different things when she suddenly changed the subject. She said that she could see that I liked her by the way my cock wouldn't stay hidden from her view. The embarrassment I felt was total. I could even feel my cock begin to shrink back to normal size. Things turned around awful swiftly, though. She turned my head until I was looking directly into her eyes. Oh, Lana, you won't believe how terrific it is to tongue-kiss. We must have had our lips locked together for, a good five minutes before I began to feel her hand drift over my cock. She grabbed it through the thin cotton, and glided her hand from top to bottom," Lonnie wheezed, again needing a moment to pause.

It was a little disappointing to find that someone else had beaten me out of touching Lonnie's cock first. For some reason, knowing it was Mai made it all right.

"After she grabbed me, she took my hand, and guided it under the robe and between her legs. Immediately, I felt her pubic hair and skin was a little damp. Naturally, I figured that it was a product of her time with Daddy, before I had run into her. The fact, that he was with her earlier, didn't bother me a bit. Anyway, her puffy pussy came alive, meeting my fingers with her fresh juice. She couldn't believe how well I was playing with her, and she asked where I had learned about a woman's body. I told her that you and I had done some experimenting on each other because we had nobody else to go to. She said that 'That was a very cute way to learn, and if everyone learned as well as I did, she would gladly recommend it.'"

This time, when he paused, he struggled out of his pajama bottoms and grabbed a handful of swollen cock. At this point, my hands were moving also. One was pinching and tweaking my erect nipples through the tiny nighty material, while the other was reaping pleasure from my fevered cunt. We were both masturbating to his tale of Mai.

"I kept working on her inflamed pussy. Unlike you, when I pushed my fingers into her dripping hole, there was no barrier to stop my progress. My other hand was lightly caressing her pleasure button, and I could tell, it was not going to be much longer before she came. When she did come, she threw her head back on the bed, lifting and spreading her legs. I watched, as my hand whipped its way through her slit. She was moaning and groaning in obvious satisfaction. I have to tell you, Lana, her orgasm was a lot more dramatic than yours."

I was going to answer him back for his slight, but thought better of it. Even though he had put me down, I was enjoying his story immensely. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to stop.

"It took only a few seconds for Mai to recover, move to her knees between my legs, and pull my pajama bottoms down to my ankles. My cock stood proud and straight. I wanted, dearly, to stick its thick head into her soft, slippery hole. But she had other ideas. She held my cock firmly at the base, and rained tiny, sucking kisses all over it. Soon, her tongue replaced her lips, and she began licking the sensitive places on the underside and the extremely sensitive, blood-filled head. It was like I was an ice cream cone. I thought I was in heaven. Just when I was about to come, she would back off from what she was doing, and go onto something else. It was only when she took my cock into her mouth, and-gently sucked it, that I knew I was experiencing one of the ultimate thrills of sex, the blow job," he recited, breathlessly.

His story was absolutely enthralling. Both of my hands were busily working between my legs. I was trying to envision the scene with the beautiful blonde making love with her mouth on Lonnie's cock. If it was not so important that I hear the rest of my brother's story, I would have to imitate the actions of the lady, and pop his swollen cock into my own mouth. But the only way I was ever going to be able to give a good blow job was to listen to Lonnie's description.

"It was so warm and wet," Lonnie said, continuing his graphic narrative, while furiously pumping his cock from the memory. "I could feel her tongue trying to dance inside the tiny hole at the end of my prick. And then, in disbelief, I saw more and more of my erection disappear into her mouth. I had no idea where it was going, but the feelings were getting better and better. There was no other possibility, as my prick was in her throat. In no time, her lips, tongue, and throat were having their intended effect. Her sucking mouth arid bobbing head were milking the jism from my body. I could feel it start to build in my balls, and I warned her that I was about to come. Instead of lifting her head from my throbbing meat, she swallowed me even deeper, making sure that she didn't lose a drop of my boiling cream."

I was truly amazed by the story. Not so much because Mai took Lonnie in her mouth, but that she had done the exact thing that I had fantasized doing. It was not upsetting, at all, nor was I jealous of his experience. Actually, I was quite happy for him.

It was evident that he had finished the tale of his encounter with Mai Widner because his concentration was now fixed on the process of making himself come. His hand was like a blur, as it glided the length of his mushroom-headed organ. My desire to touch it finally overwhelmed me.

I crawled between his legs, and for the first time in my life, reached down, and took Lonnie's sex organ in my hand. It was hot, and seemed to be alive as blood flowed through the veins, which were visible on the surface. I squeezed and pumped it, as I had seen my brother do before. But what I really wanted to do was follow the lead of the blonde-haired, TV woman, and take the lovely cock deep into my mouth. I looked at my brother's face to see if there were any signs that he didn't want me to continue. A quick glance told me that Lonnie was totally oblivious to his surroundings, and only his cum-loaded weapon mattered to him. I was going to personally unload his gun.

Lowering myself until I was on the same level as his erect prick, I approached the purple, one-eyed helmet, and placed a wet kiss on the smooth surface. Lonnie's entire body jerked at the touch, and a little drop of clear fluid welled up in the tiny slit. I used my tongue to scoop it out, and then rolled it around in my mouth to savor the taste. If this was only the prelude, I could hardly wait for the main event, I thought. I used my tongue to give the majestic organ a sensual bath. While my right-hand kept his prick tight to my mouth, my other hand explored and caressed the heavy, ball-filled sac that hung snuggly from between his legs. There was no need to rush. I wanted it to last as long as possible.

His lusty moans and groans piloted my mouth to his most sensitive places. I tongued every square inch of cock, until I knew his seven inches intimately. I even kissed the wrinkled bag that housed his jism-filled balls.

My explorations must have gone on for a good ten minutes, when I knew I could no longer keep his hardon from the depths of my mouth. I opened my wet mouth and guided his cock in. I fed it in slowly, allowing both of us to enjoy each and every sensation. My tongue, in the meantime, continued its task of flicking out pleasure and lubricating the heated flesh.

Meanwhile, my own body was crying out with a need of its own. I rotated my body, getting into a position so that Lonnie could use his hands to work on my cunt. My shift in position was quickly rewarded by the touch of his hand.

I was remembering how my brother had described the blow job, and tried to follow Mai's routine as closely as possible. The head of his cock was resting at the entrance to my throat, while I tried to relax before attempting to swallow it. When I finally did begin to ease it into my throat, I gagged slightly; my throat did not seem able to open to swallow it. Somehow, with patience and timing, I was able to conquer my urge to choke and let my brother's cock continue its journey inward. Success was mine when I felt his short kinky hair tickle my lips.

At this point, Lonnie stopped pumping his finger into my cunt. At first, I wiggled my bottom to signal that I desired for him to remain there, but I stopped immediately when I felt one of his fingers discover a new and yet unexplored target -- my tiny asshole. His finger was slick with my juices, as he smeared my crack until it was well soaked. For a while he was content to give my anus feather-like touches, but soon, that was not enough. I began to feel his slippery finger try to slice through the tightly constricted hole. It hurt for a moment or two, but once he was past that first tight inch, it was clear sailing until he sunk to the maximum depth.

The feeling was terrific. Whereas in my cunt, you could only plunge to the shallow, restricted limit, my asshole had no such limit. It gave me a feeling of fullness that I found impossible to experience in my cunt. I know I also would have preferred to have something buried deep within my fevered pussy, but since that could not be, I gladly settled for the sensational feeling of my brother filling my virgin asshole.

What he was doing for my body was being done in return by my cock-eating mouth. My head was bobbing up and down, almost allowing his strong prick to escape before reswallowing it until it reached the sucking level of my throat.

I began to feel his heavy balls pull closer to his body, as his hips began to rise and fall. He was actually fucking my mouth. He was also definitely losing control, but, somehow, he kept both of his hands working diligently on my clit and my asshole. I, too, was reaching for my climax, and it looked possible that we were going to come at precisely the same time.

His manly cock was growing larger in my mouth, as I became aware of a faint throbbing coming from someplace well within his groin. I knew it was just about to happen. With one final lunge, he forced his cock hard against the back of my mouth, and his whole body was overcome by one giant tremor before his cum-filled cock began to rhythmically spasm. Like an oil well gushing oil to the surface, this action, alone, was enough to bring on my own much-needed orgasm.

Even in the throes of my own intense asshole-convulsing orgasm, the memory of his jism-spurting cock bathing my mouth for the first time, imprinted itself on my mind forever. It was almost impossible to swallow what seemed like an infinite quantity of his super-heated cream. At one point, it started to ooze from my lips, and I found myself disappointed by my own inability to swallow the entire load. It was rich and salty, and at that moment, I knew I would never get as much as I needed. I did vow, though, that I could definitely try to get as much as I possibly could.

CHAPTER SIX

The next few days passed uneventfully. Daddy spent most of his free time at home, lavishing us with the attention he was unable to give us on our birthday. This made it impossible for Lonnie and I to get together. All of our sexual moments had to be enjoyed alone in the privacy of our rooms. Of course, this did not rule out our having a good time. We went out to dinner, and had a fabulous meal. We went disco-roller skating. And most importantly, we grew much closer to our father. For the first time, he began really communicating with us, sharing with us both the high points and low points of his life. Just the conversations we had with him drove home the fact that those low points greatly outweighed the high. The only reason we came up with for Daddy's new-found willingness to confide in us was that we had reached the age of eighteen, and being on the verge of adulthood, we could better understand adult problems and situations.

It was not difficult to wade through his words to know what my father's major problem was. It was my mother, of course. The husband-wife relationship was nonexistent. All communication had evidently ended years ago. Up until the recent interest he had shown in the TV woman, I doubt if he had been with another woman.

All the bright plans he had made for the family's future laid destroyed and broken, just as Mother's body had been destroyed by her own mind. There did not appear to be any visible solutions. If, after all these years, my father had not come up with any answers, it was reasonable to expect that Lonnie and I wouldn't come up with any either. This did not stop us from discussing the bleak situation, and praying that we would be visited by a miracle. It was ironic, that now that our bodies had been released from the sexless burden of ignorance, our minds would become filled with the frustrations of adulthood.

The only star that shined on my daddy's life was the beautiful Mai Widner. Every time he talked about her, his eyes brightened and his voice took on an excited tone. Both Lonnie and I could see that he had fallen in love with the woman or, at least, was very close. Fortunately, Mai seemed to feel the same way about my father. When they were not physically together, they stayed in contact through endless conversations on the telephone.

It was a shame that the star would have to eventually burn out. The living fact that my mother existed could only destroy the union in the end. The relationship, between Daddy and Mai, would always be limited. They could not be married, nor could they comfortably live together. There could be no trips to exotic worlds, nor could there by any open display of their love for each other. It would be impossible to gauge what my mother's reaction would be if she found out about Mai. Both Lonnie and I suspected that the ramifications would be severe, and the future restrictions, total. At least Daddy would have a few joyful moments. We felt it was too bad that he could never be totally happy.

At dinner one night, Daddy explained that he would have to take a trip to the coast that coming weekend, to scout talent for the network. He apologized for, again, leaving us, and putting the task of taking care of Mother on our shoulders. In the past, when he was forced to leave for extended periods, Lonnie and I were expected to handle the chores. They were not difficult, nor time consuming. All we had to do, in fact, was deliver my mother's meals and retrieve the empty plates. She had a bathroom all her own, and she was still able to take care of her personal hygiene. We had telephone numbers of people and agencies to call in case of an emergency. If things proceeded as they had in the past, there would be no major problems that we could not handle.

Daddy, also, informed us that he'd asked Mai to come and stay with us while he was gone. Ordinarily, he said, he would have liked to take Mai along with him, but she had a pressing appointment that coming Saturday that was impossible for her to break. The only reason, he said, he had asked her to stay, was because her apartment was being painted, and it would have been silly for her to shell out money for a hotel when we had plenty of room, right here. He went on to say that he had told her how we would be more than glad to have her. The favorable impression that she had made on my brother was known only to the two of us.

Personally, I was very happy that she would be staying with us. It would definitely be nice to have another woman in the house whom I could talk to. I was beginning to realize how much in life I was missing by not having another woman to confide in. It was apparent that Mai was a unique woman who had different ideas about how she conducted her life. I could tell that this promised to be an interesting weekend.

Lonnie was beside himself with ecstasy when he heard the news. The possibility of a repeat encounter was definitely having a profound effect on him. From the time he was told, to the moment of her arrival, it was impossible to successfully communicate with him. He walked around as if he were in a fog. But the weirdest consequence of the whole thing was the manner in which he kept his hands busy. They were constantly playing with his cock. If he was wearing pants, his actions were masked by the use of his pockets. If he was wearing his pajamas, there was no masking of his actions, at all. Thankfully, Daddy was unaware of what he was doing. On the other hand, I knew exactly what was happening.

It was not, so much, the arrival of Mai that triggered my own heightened, sexual response, but the, fact that my brother was walking around with this ever-present hardon. I was dying to get my hands and mouth on it again. Unfortunately, the circumstances did not permit that. From the time that Mai was going to stay here, until she finally arrived, seemed to be spent with Daddy constantly hovering over us.

My only worry about the up and coming weekend was that I would not be left with enough time to fully satisfy my needs with Lonnie's cock. I was sure that Mai, being older, would want to monopolize that wonderful piece of male flesh. Although I was not jealous of the blonde-haired woman, I was unnecessarily building up fears that any sex for me would be severely limited. Until Mai arrived, both Lonnie and I had our lives turned upside down by sexual anticipation.

Mai made her entrance early Saturday evening, ushering in the real beginning of our weekend. The first hour was quickly consumed in small talk. It was not a boring time, since just looking at the woman was enough to throw Lonnie into sexual expectancy, and drag me along with the vision of his straining cock dancing in my head.

She was dressed, simply, in a tight, white, jump suit that amplified her covered charms. When I was not casually checking out my brother's hardon, I found myself staring at her large, perfectly formed breasts, and the hint of her pubic mound that was partially outlined by the clinging fabric. It seemed strange, that I found myself responding to the body of another woman. I had to agree with my brother that the woman sitting here "was something else".

"I feel very sorry about your father," Mai said, turning the conversation serious. "Even though your mother hasn't left her room for all these years, she still remains a stifling influence on all your lives. Your father's, in particular. You both must know that your father and I have become pretty close during the last few weeks. It certainly hinders the growth of what I'm sure could be a lovely relationship between us. I like him very much, but I don't want to put myself in a position where I could be devastated when he has to reject me for your mother."

"I understand what you are saying. But isn't it possible for you to take, at least, a temporary happiness from each other, and worry about the problems later?" I asked, knowing it was a weak question to base an even weaker argument. I looked over to my brother for some help, but quickly realized he could offer nothing in his trance-like state.

"I'll consider your suggestions, but how long could I go on, knowing that eventually the whole thing would end? My life would be geared towards it's ending so much so, that it could not help but put a damper on all the moments that could be happy ones. I would never ask anyone to do what you asked of me, so how could I ask myself?" she replied.

"Oh, Mai, we know you're right. It is all so hopeless. If we didn't feel this way about you, there would be no reason to argue. But, Mai, we really do like you, and would like nothing more than having you here all the time," I stated with tears blurring my eyes.

"Lana, that's very sweet of you. I know how Lonnie feels about me," she said, giving my brother a flirtatious wink, "but I had no idea you felt the same way. Please don't let this worry you. It is amazing how things rapidly change. At least for the near future, I'm not going to run out. I guess you can say that this is the only game in town for me, right now."

Both, Lonnie and I jumped from our chairs, pulled Mai to her feet, and gleefully took turns hugging her. It was almost as if I had a sister. Maybe, I hoped, Monday morning would never come.

"I guess Lonnie told you about our little party," Mai said, changing the subject.

"You wouldn't believe how he told me," I giggled, and tapped Lonnie on the thigh, not far from his obvious bulge.

"Oh, I think I can imagine," Mai shot back. "My situation, as I was growing up, was not so different from your own. My mother died when I was very young, leaving only my father and an older sister for me to learn about life from. In my case, a male cousin came to live with us, and that proved to be the catalyst for my own learning experience."

"Could you tell us about it?" I asked, looking to my brother again for support. But I could see that he was still useless as far as conversation went.

"There is not much to tell, really," she said. "I was exploring my body one day, alone in my room, when I saw my cousin spying on me from a tree outside my window. Well, I was always one for a good time, so I decided to have some fun with him. I made believe I didn't see him, and turned my body toward the window. He was, then, looking straight between my legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched, as he almost fell from the tree."

Lonnie and I chuckled happily at Mai's story. Although the narration was fairly innocent, it still had the effect of adding something new to our get-together. The best way to describe it, I thought, was to call it a sexual tension. There we were, just sitting around, comfortably talking, while a definite sexual undercurrent was pulling me to a place where I had never been before.

Actually, the three of us were bound together by sex. Our first real experience was when we had watched Daddy and Mai. That was the event that allowed us to go back to our rooms, and try to figure out how our bodies worked. Then, there was the late-night encounter between Mai and Lonnie. Through the accuracy of my brother's explanation, I was able to learn, through Mai's actions, the technique of giving a blow job. Somehow, I hoped, in the course of the weekend, we could continue my sexual advancement.

"The next time I ran into my cousin, later that day, he asked if I was interested in watching him play with himself. Since I always believed in furthering my education, I watched and learned. Needless to say, we spent the next few months practicing, practicing, practicing," Mai said with a sexy leer.

"Wow! Did you go all the way? You know, d-did you fuck?" I stuttered. I wanted to sound mature, but I knew I was having a difficult time pulling it off.

"I'll say we fucked, anytime, anywhere. We couldn't get enough of each other. It was, easily, the most fun we had ever had. I guess you could say that when I ventured out into the real world, nobody would ever accuse me of being inexperienced," she answered.

It seemed like it was getting very hot in the kitchen. I wished I could take some of my clothes off, and give my body some needed air. Lonnie, also, appeared overheated, and was fidgeting constantly, trying to get comfortable. Mai didn't seem to notice, and continued to regale us with her assorted and varied sexual experiences. In the middle of one of her conquests, she turned to me, and started to give me instructions.

"You are going to have to be patient, Lana. For a time, you will have to satisfy yourself with everything but actual intercourse. Before we give you the chance to enjoy the feeling of having a big cock stuffed into your little cunt hole, we'll have to get you started on some kind of birth control. The one thing in the whole world that can fuck up a good sex life is an unwanted pregnancy," Mai explained.

"Oh, Mai, I agree with you a hundred percent. But the one thing that really bothers me is that I still have my hymen," I replied with a touch of sadness in my voice.

"Now, don't you worry a bit. There is always some big stud out there who wouldn't mind dunking for cherries every once in a while. As a matter of fact, you have a pretty fine stallion sitting right here who, I'm sure, wouldn't mind taking a little dip in your pool. Right, Lonnie?" Mai asked, winking at my brother.

"Anything you say, Mai. I just love it when you talk like that," Lonnie answered, obviously missing the point of the question.

I, though, did think about what she had said. There was no doubt in my mind that I would have liked my brother to shove his meat between my legs, but I had someone else in mind to take my virginity. Mai interrupted my train of thought with a long-awaited suggestion.

"What say we go downstairs to the game room, open up the sofa bed, and continue this conversation in a more comfortable surrounding?" she asked.

There was nothing more that I wanted to do than take her up on her suggestion. But something was gnawing at my sense of well-being, and I wanted to bring it up before we became too intimate. Her answer to my question, I thought, might go a long way in deciding my immediate sexual future.

"Mai, before we go downstairs, there is one question I would like to ask you," I nervously began. "As you know, Lonnie told me about what happened that night, between you and him. If you like Daddy so much, how could you have sex with his son? And if Daddy ever found out about it, the way he likes you, don't you think it could destroy him?"

"Listen, Lana, no matter how I explain it to you, it is going to come out sounding bad. I think that if your father realized that we were playing around, he would probably be very hurt, and maybe, very angry. You see, Lana, I have become a sexual slave to my body. When it cries out its need, I have to find some way to satisfy it. I know, it's a difficult idea for you to comprehend. It's just the way I am. If your father should find out and is unable to understand, then I guess the relationship would be over. The only argument that makes any sense is that you kids are better off learning about sex from me, than from the street. At least with you two, I would be keeping it in the family," she answered, trying to end the serious statement on a humorous note.

I can't say that her answer satisfied me. There was still too much I didn't understand, being as young and naive as I was. What I did know, though, was that her suggestion to go downstairs meant more than just a more comfortable place. At this point, my sexual urges were becoming quite a bit stronger than my ability to logically think through the situation. Without knowing it, I was already experiencing her theory on being a sexual slave.

CHAPTER SEVEN

We helped Mai pull out the sofa bed, giving us plenty of room to continue our conversation. Of course, I don't think any of us had conversation in mind. I, at least selfishly, didn't want to talk at all. I didn't know what part I was going to play in our threesome, but I did know I was ready for just about anything. It was impossible to tell what Lonnie was thinking. Glassy eyed and visibly trembling, he looked like a lost teddy bear.

"I guess we all know why we came here. We only have a short weekend to accomplish quite a lot, your ongoing education and my ongoing need to be satisfied. Nobody is going to bother us, so let's strip down to our underwear," Mai instructed.

She wasn't going to get an argument from me. I was already pretty aroused, and I did want to get some of my suffocating clothes off. I turned to my brother and saw that he had already begun flinging discarded garments to the four corners of the room. When he was finally down to his jockey shorts, I could see that he was suffering from his usual erect condition. Mai, on the other hand, was taking her time. She had gotten up from the bed, and was standing in the middle of the floor, swaying to some imagined music.

I immediately stopped undressing, having reached the stage where my bra-less breasts were bared, but my pants were still belted to my hips. I did not want to miss anything the TV woman was going to do.

Her movements were slow and sensual. She ran her hands over her entire body, giving special attention to her breasts, ass, and the faintly discernible mound that marked the juncture of her legs. Although she had not removed one article of her clothing, her actions had already caused my brother to reach inside the waistband of his shorts, and take his straining hardon in his hand.

Both Lonnie and I could see that she was not wearing a bra, but even though the suit was unzipped, her huge tits remained hidden behind the thin fabric. Her cleavage was totally visible, and because of the way the garment was constructed, her exposed skin looked like an arrow, beginning at her tits, and pointing to the small, white panty patch that covered her womanhood.

With a shrugging of her shoulders, the top of the jumpsuit slipped away, revealing her magnificent breasts to our hungry eyes. The skin appeared super-smooth, and her cherry-like nipples were already erect with desire. Tenderly, Mai began massaging her soft mountains of flesh, slowly, starting from the outside and working her way to the nipples.

During this entire time, she continued her erotic swaying. Her rhythm was building, and it was becoming obvious that her hands were starting to become more insistent. They continually pinched and tweaked the darkened flesh, until I thought she was going to pull them from her body. It was while she was doing this that she gave me a mysterious wink. At first, I had no idea what it was for. It was only when she dropped her gaze from my face to my breasts that I flashed back a smile of understanding. It seemed that I was imitating what she was doing to her breasts on my breasts without even realizing it.

When Mai finally stepped completely out of her jumpsuit, she was rewarded with twin gasps of amazement from my brother and me. They were the first sounds to be heard since Mai had begun her dance. The white panties that we thought Mai was wearing were not panties, at all. Actually, it was a filmy G-string that just barely covered her plump mound. When she turned away from us, the only part of the material that was in view was a thin strap that was partially hidden between the tight, muscular cheeks of her ass. When she turned to face us again, we could make out a growing stain of moisture darkening the stark, white fabric that clothed her crotch.

While one hand continued to play with her tits, the other planted itself between her legs. Her eyes had become glazed, and at that point, I don't think she was aware that we were there. After stroking her cloth-covered pussy for a few moments, she began trying to work the flimsy piece of material between her fleshy outer cunt lips by rolling it tight, like the other straps of the abbreviated garment. It was then that I realized that something had changed since the time I had seen her with my father. Her pussy was completely barren of all her pubic hair.

It looked exactly how mine had looked when I was a little girl. I loved the way her fat outer lips glistened in the light. I had begun hoping that she would discard the G-string so I could savor the new, delightful sight.

At that moment, though, Mai had no intention of discarding anything. It was soon apparent what she was using the narrowed strip of cloth for. She was masturbating herself with it. While one hand held the material in the front, the other hand had a hold of the strap in the back. Forward and back, the rolled, dripping material went, whipsawing against the sensitive pussy flesh.

In a matter of minutes, her body began shaking out of control with little animal-like cries escaping from her lips. It seemed like it was going to go on forever, until with one final massive shudder she stood perfectly still. I was just about to get off the bed and come to her aid, when she started staggering toward the bed. Heavily, she fell to the mattress, turned on her back, and pressed both hands tightly to her spent cunt.

Lonnie and I were speechless with awe. Never had we witnessed such an intense display of sexuality. When she finally began to recognize her surroundings, Lonnie and I stood on the bed, and began applauding her performance, calling out "bravos" and "encores" to the delight of the vanquished woman. This went on for a full minute before Mai put her hands in the air and signaled for silence.

"Thank you. Thank you ladies, and gentlemen," she said in her very proper television voice, while making little bowing motions with her head, "the pleasure was all mine. I would like to thank my hands and the little piece of G-string for making it all possible."

Lonnie and I were rolling on the bed, convulsed in laughter. I was trying to get control so I could ask her about her hairless crotch.

"Mai, how come you don't have any pubic hair?" I innocently asked, not wanting to give away the fact that we had spied on her when she was with Daddy.

"Oh, you noticed, huh?" she said, sounding quite amused. "Every four or five months, I run into this lady who likes me enough to give me free favors for certain services rendered. Her main line is removing unwanted and unsightly body hair through the use of wax. Since I always liked the way it looked, I'm able to endure the irritation of the hair growing back. And, with this job, I won't have to worry about that for at least a few weeks. Do you like it?"

Mai then pulled the scanty material to the side, exposing her woman's cunt to our curious eyes. Both Lonnie and I had edged forward until we were no more than a foot from the center of her sexual being. Not only could we see her sex, but we could also smell the muskiness that marked her recent endeavor.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" I asked.

"Me, too?" Lonnie chimed.

"That's what it's there for, boys and girls. First, let me slip out of this sexy piece of nothing. I want you to finish undressing, too, Lana. It's not fair to have you wearing clothes while your brother and I are practically naked," she said, getting up from the bed.

I shed my slacks as Mai stepped out of her G-string. For the first time since Mai arrived in our life, she really looked at me. I was wearing, what I thought my sexiest underpants. They were skimpy and bordered by lace, but the best thing was the color, a fire engine red. Since my skin is very fair, I believed the bright color contrasted well. But I don't think it was the bright color that got to my brother. It was probably the large, damp stain that framed my pubic mound.

"Well! Well!" Mai exclaimed, patting the bulge in Lonnie's jockey shorts. "It looks like your sister got a little turned on during my striptease. Not only does she like boys, but she also seems to have a wet spot in her heart and drawers for women, as well."

My embarrassment didn't last long. I was still, too, interested in Mai's hairless cunt. She had by this time removed my brother's underpants, and was gently caressing his erect cock. I moved closer to my target by crawling, face forward, between her legs. I stopped when I was only inches from her porcelain-smooth pussy.

Not only was I able to see and smell the sexual wonders of the woman, but now I was in a position to feel the heat that emanated from her loins. There was no sign of hair stubble, and you had to look close to see the empty hair follicles. For the first time in my life, I reached out and sexually touched the flesh of another female. That first, light, fingertip touch to the smooth, soft skin of the outer pussy lips was enough to elicit an instant response from Mai. Grinding her ass into the bed, she swung her legs open to the maximum spread. This movement dramatically pulled apart the labia, and revealed the hot, pink flesh that resided within.

While I was doing my investigation of Mai's most private parts, she and my brother had their lips locked together in a passionate kiss. She continued to stroke his manhood while he, in turn, feverishly pawed at her beautiful breasts. I could see by his insistent movements and the fervent pressure he was applying on her tits, that he was reaching a stage in his arousal when he was very shortly going to shoot his creamy seed into Mai's stroking hand.

Mai, too, saw that his come was imminent, and quickly removed her pleasure-giving appendage from his overheated tool. Lonnie groaned at the absence of her hand. He broke the kiss, staring wordless at Mai, waiting for the reason for her sudden withdrawal.

"The reason I stopped, big boy, was because I want you to stick your big piece of meat into my cunt, and fuck the ass off me. Do you want to do that?" Mai asked.

"Oh, wow!" was all that Lonnie was able to say.

"I guess that means yes, right? Just shake your head if you want to fuck me," said Mai, watching him shake his head up and down like an idiot. Turning to me she said, "You get in there real close. I want you to see what it looks like before it happens to you. After I finish with your brother, we'll figure out some way to take care of you. Okay?"

I nodded my head, yes, and waited for her to motion my brother into position before putting myself in a good place to witness the proceedings. She had Lonnie lie flat on his back, leaving his powerful erection pointing toward the ceiling. I moved to the right side, even with his hip, giving myself an outstanding view of the soon-to-be commenced action. Mai rose up, placing both knees astride his body, and began to lower herself until his jutting prick and her waiting cunt were properly in line and almost in contact.

Just the anticipation of Lonnie's cock penetrating her womanhood seemed to reopen Mai's cunt lips like a blooming flower. I could actually make out the inner workings of the soon-to-be fucked pussy. With one hand, she reached back and took hold of his manly prick, guiding it to the rich, pink flesh that housed her most exquisite sensations. Using the angry, purple head, just like she had used the G-string not minutes before, she repeatedly stroked the entire length of her cunt crease.

I watched in awe as her juice started running down her thighs, pooling in the dark, curly pubic hair of my waiting brother. As I continued to watch, I could see her pussy wink in invitation and her little clit push its way out past the fleshy covering. I was feeling my own tits and cunt respond to the marvelous sight.

Mai finally steered the head of my brother's straining cock into position. She began lowering her hips, forcing his prick to slice through her hot, buttered cunt on its journey to the source of her extraordinary heat. Her pussy hole was steadily opening until the mushroomed head was engulfed by the clinging muscles of her well-practiced vagina. Slowly, his cock disappeared into her body. It was truly a breathtaking sight, and I was afraid that if I blinked my eyes, I would miss part of the erotic coupling.

When Lonnie's weapon was totally sheathed in the cunt holster, I noticed my own condition. My erect nipples had become almost painful, forcing me to try to soothe them with the palms of my hands. My young pussy was something else. Never before were the nerve endings so sensitive without being touched. That secret place needed soothing too, but I forced myself to avoid the temptation. Mai had promised that I was next. I couldn't believe she would let me down.

I returned my attention to the action taking place scant inches from my face. Mai was slowly raising and lowering herself on my brother's swollen organ, making it appear and disappear. Every time she came all the way down, she took a second to rub her pleasure button against the hard surface of Lonnie's pubic bone. It was a true treat to watch an experienced woman fuck, not to mention the spectacle of a hairless pussy literally swallow a man-sized prick.

Moving to the rear to get a different angle of the proceedings, I noticed the tightly clenched asshole of the woman. It was really very pretty, and I yearned to touch it. I hoped that Mai wouldn't mind because I knew that now was not the time to ask her for permission. I began by stroking the smooth, white globes of her buttocks. It seemed like she was enjoying the added touch because she gave her tail end a little wiggle of acknowledgement. Each of my strokes was bringing me closer to her little eye, and Mai was doing nothing to discourage these back-door advances.

When I finally touched it, Mai reared up and almost lost Lonnie's cunt-fucking cock. I pulled my hand away quickly. The last thing I wanted to do was interrupt her pleasure.

"Oh, Lana, don't stop! I love to feel my asshole touched. Oh yes, stroke it, put your finger in it! Fuck my asshole!" she cried.

My finger practically flew back to the target. Permission had been officially granted. I brought my fingers up a little bit farther, and helped myself to gobs of her copious love juice. I smeared it all down her ass crack, concentrating on thoroughly lubricating the tiny hole. Just this gentle touching seemed to relax the wrinkled orifice, and allow the tip of my middle finger to bury itself inside. It was warm and tight, and the effect it had on Mai's hips confirmed, in my own mind the categorization of the asshole as a fabulous sexual organ.

I continued to push my finger in slowly until it had totally disappeared in her back-door channel. Using the same rhythm as her fuck strokes, I began pumping my finger in and out. When she started to speed up the rise and fall of her hips, I kept in time with my finger in her ass. Lonnie also followed the rhythm, rising off the bed to meet the woman's downward thrusts.

"Oh, yes, Lonnie, I love the feel of your man-sized cock! It gets so far inside, I can almost taste it! And, you, Lana, just keep finger-fucking my asshole! Oh, damn, I'm going to fucking come already! Oh...!" Mai screamed. She was slamming herself down on my brother with hip-pounding violence.

It was not difficult to see that Lonnie was right with her. His face was twisted and his own hips were slamming back at the blonde-haired woman with an equal dose of ferocity.

It was becoming more difficult to keep my finger planted in the butt of the out-of-control woman. Somehow, though, I knew that I must. To take it out at this time might spoil everything. I knew, even this early in my sexual life, that I would enjoy the same thing if somebody did it to me. The feel of my brother's cock through the thin membrane that separated the vagina from the rectum was enough to make me want this to happen to me as often as possible.

With one final thrust, they came hard together. The powerful spasms could be felt starting in her asshole, and rippling through the rest of her body. The strength of Mai's asshole was surprising, clamping down on my finger to such a degree that I started to worry she would swallow it. But thankfully, instead of removing it, I let it stay, and was rewarded by the feel of my brother beginning to eject his boiling cum. His wonderful cock would expand and contract while he spurted his essence deep inside the cock-milking cunt. Unfortunately, it was over too quickly, with Mai falling, exhausted, into Lonnie's arms, trapping his deflating cock in her cum-filled pussy. My finger, though, stayed where it was, enjoying the heat and feel of her asshole.

Too soon, I had to withdraw my finger from the relaxing woman because my own condition was demanding attention. I figured that it might be awhile before they recovered, and my body could not wait another minute. My soaked-through panties were quickly thrown to the floor, and my fingers found the place that promised to give me the release from the sexual tension that, for so long, held me prisoner. My crotch and thighs were dripping with my juices, a tribute to the sexual display that I had just witnessed.

I was just getting comfortable, prior to stroking myself to orgasm, when my brother's face came into my field of vision, and he forced his lips on mine. It was the first kiss I had ever had of a sexual nature. His exploring tongue and sucking lips brought another dimension to what was becoming a crash course in sex.

Next, his hands found my tits. He was gentle but strong, appearing to have a knack for doing the right thing to each part of the female body. At first, he teased my straining nipples with light, feather-like touches. Gradually, he began increasing the pressure until he was squeezing the dark, erect flesh between his fingers.

I was just about ready to push one of his hands into my burning crotch when I felt strange hands begin stroking the insides of my well-spread thighs. Although I couldn't see who was bringing such exquisite pleasure to my lower body, I knew it had to be Mai. I had touched her intimately during the fuck session with Lonnie, and now she was going to return the favor and satisfy me.

Two out of the three most important people in my world were making love to my wanting body. The only person missing was my Daddy. It was mind-boggling to realize that the more I began becoming involved with my sexual being, the more I began thinking of him as a vital part of my sexual education. I knew that it was wrong to have sex with my brother. I knew that it was wrong to have sex with Mai Widner, my father's mistress. And I knew it would be wrong to have sex with my father. But for some unknown reason, I felt no guilt. Because of this strange situation, I was not going to easily forget what I had already experienced, nor did I have any intention of giving up hope for the possibilities I longed for in the future. I was becoming a sexual person, and I wanted the people I loved to be part of my sexual life.

My brother was paying homage to my tits with his lips, his tongue, and his mouth. He seemed to be really enjoying his work because, out of the corner of my eye, I could see his manhood swelling in resurgence. Down below, Mai was treating my crotch with a tenderness I didn't think was possible. Indeed, she was an experienced woman who knew intimately the nuances of the female body, and with that knowledge, she was coaxing the most remarkable feelings from mine. I was coming closer and closer to sublime ecstasy.

By the time I believed Mai was giving my body the ultimate in pleasure, I realized I was mistaken. She placed her hands under the cheeks of my ass and lifted the bottom half of my body off the bed, totally exposing my wide-opened crotch to a new and unknown element of erotic technique, her mouth.

She started on my fleshy labia by trying to suck both of those puffy lips into her mouth. The right one first, then the left. I was already on the verge of climaxing, and she had just begun. If I thought her mouth was driving me crazy, I was totally unprepared for her tongue. She used it like a paint brush, making broad strokes that began at my asshole, and ended just past my bursting clit. These strokes were incredibly slow, covering all my screaming nerve endings. This went on for, at least, five of the most happily torturous moments of my life. It was unbelievable that there was more to come.

Her next trick was to concentrate her tongue exclusively on my asshole. She lathered it with both her saliva and my natural juices, and commenced to try to drive her tongue through the heavily muscled ring. The sensation was so intense that my asshole puckered tightly, making it impossible for her tongue to travel very far. It took only a few seconds, though, to get used to the feeling. As soon as I began to relax, Mai buried it to the limit. She pumped it in and out before alternating with a side-to-side flicking. Again, I thought, it was the best new sensation of my life.

Suddenly, she withdrew her tongue, but before I could mourn its absence, she replaced it with her thick, juice-covered thumb. It was the widest object I had ever had imbedded in my asshole, and it made me believe that I could have easily accepted something quite a bit larger. My gaze fell on Lonnie's resurrected prick, and I filed away that possibility of it for future use.

Mai kept her thumb working and attacked my cunt with her persistent tongue. She repeated the actions she had used on my asshole while adding a few new erotic twists. Even without her touching my clit, I thought I was going to come.

But Mai was anticipating me. Her mouth left my steaming cunt, but not before, again, filling the empty hole. This time she used two fingers, sinking them as deep as my virgin membrane would allow. It was only then that Mai's tongue found its way to my super-sensitive joy button.

Her tongue was like a snake's, flicking continually at my ultra-heated tissue. Even with her various fingers lodged in my orifices, my hips gyrated and bucked, almost disengaging the pleasure-giving mouth from my blood-filled trigger.

The familiar contractions started deep inside of me, but with both my hungry holes filled and feeding on finger-flesh, I knew that this orgasm was going to be my most fantastic. My entire body was convulsing out of control, and my skin seemed to have reached a temperature of two-hundred degrees. My mouth-sucked nipples and tongue-lashed clit felt like they were going to explode. Never before had my body been so passionately wracked. To stifle my orgasmic scream, I had to bite down hard on my lips. Finally, I passed out from the maddening sensations.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to, I found that I was heading for another orgasm. Mai had taken my sensitive clitoral nub between her lips, and seemed to be trying to suck it down her throat. Her tongue was whipping the tip, bringing me again to the door of ultimate heaven.

With my sexual throes building and building, my brother loomed in front of me, and filled my face with his erect, ready-to-come prick. The expression on his face told me he was moments away from his own orgasm, and his ferocious cock-pumping confirmed it. Before, I closed my eyes as I was about to come, but this time I didn't.

The key to this orgasm was the white cream, that began to shoot from the tiny hole in the mushroomed-head of his prick, splashing warmly on my face. My tongue tried to get as much of the drippings as was possible in my frenzied state. But I was finding it a more difficult task than I could have imagined. It seems the climactic waves of my second consecutive orgasm were washing over my body with no less intensity than the first. To my sexually whipped mind, the sensations seemed to last for hours.

Mai left the vee of my legs and replaced Lonnie in front of my cum-covered face. Quite tenderly, she began kissing my lips with an emotion that I could only construe as love. After a long and delightful moment, she broke the kiss and gave my face a thorough tongue bath, ridding my flushed skin of the produce of my brother's spent passion.

I was too exhausted to utter my sincere thanks to Mai and my brother, but I'm sure they saw it in my glistening eyes. Placing my head on the blonde woman's voluptuous chest and closing my hand around Lonnie's virile but dormant organ, I closed my eyes and slept the sleep of the ravished.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning found the three of us tangled in each other's arms and legs. We were still naked, and our skin retained the smell of last night's sexual exertions. I was definitely sore from the muscular contortions that were orgasmically inflicted on me. But I knew it would only be temporary, and would disappear after a hot bath.

Lonnie quickly excused himself from our company, explaining that he had to play in a baseball game. But he did say that he would be back for more fun and games as soon as the Sunday competition was over. Mai and I reluctantly waved goodbye to the only male flesh that we had available. We told him that he had better single-handedly end the game as quickly as possible or forego a much more sensual activity. He yelled back that not even an extra inning, scoreless tie could keep him away from our sex-thrilling bodies.

I was secretly kind of glad that Lonnie had left. It would give me a few private moments to discuss with Mai a subject I didn't want to bring up in front of him. But before any conversation could take place, I had to make and serve breakfast to my mother.

As soon as I entered her room with the food tray, she started in on me. I was totally taken aback by the confrontation. Never, in the last few years of my mother's invalidism, had I heard her utter more than a couple of words. Her anger was ugly, and there was no one else with me to help diffuse it.

"Where is your father?" she spit out at me.

"He had to go away on business. Didn't he tell you?" I asked, beginning to feel very defensive.

"Yes, now I remember. Your brother brought my dinner, last night. But that is no excuse to be late with my breakfast!" she snarled.

"I'm sorry, Mother," I apologized. It was true that I had not noticed the time. "It won't happen again."

"You can bet your little ass, it won't happen again! If I had the strength in me, I would knock you silly! Come closer. I want to see what my insolent offspring has turned into," she demanded.

I obediently walked over to the side of her bed. Instead of getting dressed before delivering my mother's breakfast, I had thrown on an old threadbare robe to cover my nakedness. She was so intently staring at me, I was beginning to feel very nervous.

"I must admit, you have turned into quite a fine-looking woman," she said almost to herself. "Take off your clothes, I want to see what you really look like."

The demand she made on me was the most unsettling request I could remember. She was obviously crazy. I was just about to turn and leave her room when she repeated her bizarre order. She might have been mad, but I was still her daughter. With tears beginning to run down my cheeks, I unbuttoned the robe and let it fall to my feet.

"Um, very nice. You look exactly like I did when I was your age. I bet all the horny boys are sniffing up to you now, not to mention your slime of a brother. Has he ever put his filthy hands on you, Lana?" she yelled, continuing to stare at my body.

"No, Mother," I lied. There was no way that I, was going to tell her the truth. She might have gathered the strength, somewhere, and tried to kill me.

"What about your horrid excuse of a father? Did he ever try to touch you? I know that man, and he is capable of doing the most perverted things. Always trying to put his slimy cock into my virgin body. Well, never again! Never, ever again!" she said, looking like her tirade was beginning to take its toll on her diminished condition.

I didn't bother to answer the one question that I could have given an honest, and for her purposes, satisfactory answer.

It soon appeared that she had lapsed into her own thoughts. It was a good time, I thought, to steal out of the mad woman's room. I had just picked up my robe, and turned from the bed to put it on when my mother spoke again.

"Get over here, Lana. We are not finished with our mother-daughter conversation, yet. And don't put that robe back on until I tell you to!" she tried to scream. Her voice was already showing the effects of her ranting and she was gradually turning hoarse.

Again, I dropped my robe to the floor, and stood directly in front of my reclining mother. Without a warning, she ran her hands down the length of my body. My entire being shook at her touch. Her explorations went on for a good, silent five minutes, with her occasionally motioning me to turn around to give her access to my back.

"Oh, Lana," she said, her voice, for the first time, soft and full of emotion. "I'm truly sorry about the way things worked out. I didn't want it this way. It was your son-of-a-bitchin' father's fault. He knew I wanted to live my life as a virgin. He forced me, you know. He turned my body from a holy temple into a common receptacle for his dirty sperm. I swore that he would never touch me again, and he has not!"

I could not believe the things she was saying. It was the first time I was told the reason why she kept to her room. Oh, there was no doubt that my mother had a health problem, but it was not a physical one but a mental one. My respect for my father was growing in leaps and bounds, as I realized what he was forced to put up with all these years.

"Put one leg up on the bed. I want to see if you are still a virgin. If I can't be one, I'll make damn sure that you will remain one. For your sake, I better find your hymen intact," she threatened as she lubricated a finger by putting it into her mouth and coating it with saliva.

I was horrified by her crazy-person demand. Also, my mind flashed on the fact that I was still covered with the dried secretions from the previous night's pleasure. Thankfully, the room was filled with her own musky body smell, making it difficult for her to detect my own passion odor. For some reason I didn't understand, I felt I had to obey.

It was evident that she was going to stick her finger into my vagina, and see if I still possessed the vaginal barrier. I propped one leg on her bed and leaned toward my bent knee. This made me quite accessible to her probing finger. With one hand, she separated my sticky outer folds while the other sought my presently dry cunt hole. Fortunately, her examination lasted only a moment. Her slick finger slid through the tight passage, easily finding the target of her search. Mother emitted a sigh of relief while she wiped her finger on the corner of a sheet.

"I'm glad to see that you are still a virgin, Lana," she said. "If you weren't, I might have had to take serious steps in order that you would not know the pain and anguish that I have had to live with. And, from now on, you will wash that filthy part of your body before you come in here. Every night before you go to bed, you will report to me and submit to a daily examination. The reason that I want you to wash it is you feel and smell like sex. You didn't think I could tell, huh? Well, I can tell a lot of things. I know that things happen while we are sleeping that we have no control over. Even I wake up some mornings like the devil has had his way with me. Those things we cannot help. But if I catch you again like this when you come to me at night, you are going to have to pay some terrible consequences. Do you hear me, girl?"

"Yes, Mother," I meekly answered.

By this time, I was sobbing uncontrollably. All I wanted to do was leave this mad woman who called herself my mother. Finally, when she said I could leave, I threw on my robe, and ran out of her room as fast as my wobbly legs allowed. Running down the stairs with tears blurring my vision, I accidentally bumped into Mai as she was coming out of the den.

"Oh, Mai!" I cried as I forced my way into the arms of the blonde-haired woman.

She didn't say anything, and just rocked me gently in her calming embrace. Mai had now become my true mother, I thought. She had the quality I needed that my mother could not provide. She was able to understand my feelings on the most personal level. Someone once said that "The hardest thing in life is growing up." And without a functioning mother, it was twice as difficult. I, somehow, believed that Mai could fill this empty void.

When I first woke up that morning, I had only one problem to discuss with Mai. Now I had two, and the second was much more serious than the first. Never did I think that I would be burdened by such a hideous situation. Somewhere inside myself, I had to find the courage to share it with Mai. Maybe, just maybe, she could find an answer to lift this terrible fate from my shoulders.

Without my knowing it, Mai guided me to the bathroom. The tub had already been filled with steaming-hot water. She stripped off my robe, followed suit with her own, then helped me into the soothing water. Mai sat at one end while I tried to relax at the other. Her legs were bent and lying between my own.

"What happened, Lana?" Mai asked, true compassion showing on her face. "It would probably do you a world of good to share it with me."

"Oh, Mai, it was horrible. I never knew how sick my mother really is until this morning," I answered.

"Tell me, Lana, should we call a doctor?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

"It's not her body that needs a doctor's attention, it's her head. She is completely crazy, and did the most terrible things to me," I told her, before recounting the painful experience of that awful hour.

Mai listened. I could see that she was having trouble keeping the look of horror and disgust from her face. She did not say a word during the entire narration, waiting instead until I was finished before replying.

"Oh, Lana, I feel so bad for you," she finally said, sliding across the tub and taking me, again, into her comfortable arms. "First your father had to deal with the woman, and now it's your turn to pay the price for her insanity. I will not allow her to ruin the lives of the two people I love most in this world. The price is just too damn high!"

"What can we do, Mai?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't imagining a note of promise in her voice.

"Well, we don't have too many alternatives. Your father refuses to put her away. He must be feeling quite a bit of guilt about the cause of her condition. It probably has to do with the fact that her body was ruined by the pregnancy she went through when you twins were born. It's fairly common. But, even with professional help, I don't know if she can be totally cured. Your father, by not taking any action, must expect to continue to live the way he has been, accepting the fact that he is always going to have to take care of her. Selfishly speaking, that would mean I would never be able to have your father all to myself. As I told you before, I would find that kind of role difficult to accept," she explained.

"Does that mean you're going to leave our lives before we really get to know you?" I asked, my spirits, again, plummeting.

"We do have one solution, Lana," Mai said, "but it won't be pleasant. We would have to get your brother in on it, and he would have to agree that it's the only way. If he doesn't, we are going to have to forget the whole thing, and play the bad cards we've been dealt."

"Oh, Mai, Lonnie is a logical person. I'm sure that when he hears the entire story, he'll agree to go along with any plan that is necessary. Now tell me, what do you have in mind?" I asked, hoping that there was going to be a rainbow after this awful storm.

I listened while Mai laid out the details of the only plan she thought might work. It was shocking to realize how far we would be forced to go. The execution of the plan seemed to be the easiest part. It was the preparation and the after effects that were going to be difficult. Both Mai and I discussed some refinements, and decided that our solution would have to be played out that coming night, before Father returned from his trip. We also agreed that he must never find out nor suspect what really happened. Our final story was to get Lonnie to accept being an active participant.

***

The water was very relaxing, and Mai was lightly massaging my crotch with her foot. It reminded me of what I had wanted to talk to her about before the terrible confrontation with Mother.

"Mai, can I change the subject for a moment?" I asked.

"Please, Lana, feel free to do anything you want. I want you to be more than just a friend. Anyway, I think we know what has to be done tonight," she said, giving me a sincere and reassuring smile.

"The truth of the matter is, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," I proclaimed, finding that I was very much at ease talking about such intimate subjects with this older woman.

"I see no problem there," she replied. "Now would probably be a good time for you to lose that cherry of yours. The one important item that must be taken care of before that momentous day is to get you started on some form of birth control. You don't want to get pregnant, right?"

"No way," I answered.

"Good. Sometime in the near future I'll take a drive out here after the show, and take you to my gynecologist. He'll probably prescribe some birth control pills, and let you know when it's safe to proceed," Mai stated.

"Oh, Mai, that's terrific. How am I ever going to repay all of this kindness?" I asked, tears of happiness forming in my eyes.

Mai gave me a sexy wink, and forced her big toe through the plump folds of my cunt.

"Oh, I'll find a way," she giggled.

"If things work out, I'll be the happiest girl in the world. And it will be all because of you," I said breathlessly. Her toes were already awakening the most sensitive places of my body.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. Don't forget, I have my own selfish motives," she stated. "By the way, who do you have in mind to do your deflowering? Lonnie?"

"That's another problem," I answered. "I do want Lonnie to fuck me. But I have someone else in mind to be the first. I hope you won't be angry when I tell you."

"Lana, there is no way you are going to make me angry. I am interested, but if you don't want to tell me, I'll understand," she said.

"I want Daddy to do it," I blushingly replied.

Mai threw her head back, then clapped her hands with glee. I was startled by her reaction. I patiently waited for her to stop laughing before asking her what was so funny.

"Your father is absolutely the best choice. He is gentle and caring. As a matter of fact, he is the best choice of all the men I know. But for you, unfortunately, he will probably be the most difficult to get. Unlike you, Lonnie, and myself, your father didn't have to turn to the family to get his sexual education. As for me, it wouldn't bother me at all. I know that I would be unbelievably turned on just watching it happen from a distance. But, like I said, it is probably going to be a more difficult rabbit to pull out of a hat than what we have planned for your mother this evening," she said.

"There has got to be a way," I replied sadly.

"Well, before anything like that is going to happen, we have to get you started on the pill. Maybe, during that time, we'll have come up with a solution. The most important thing right now, though, is to deal with your mother first, okay?" Mai explained.

"Oh, yes, Mai, I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out. We just have to!" I said with as much conviction as I could muster.

"In the meantime, why don't you bring that virginal body of yours over here, and let an older, experienced woman wash the troubles and tensions away," she suggested in a very husky voice.

I obeyed immediately. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to have those hands bring me an escape from the agonizing thoughts that flooded my mind. But before escaping, I needed to thank her. And the only way that I could think of doing it was to bring to her some of the pleasure she had brought to me.

I pulled Mai to her feet, brought her head level to mine, and forced my lips on hers. I needed to show her with my tongue how much I appreciated the lengths she was willing to go to ensure my happiness. She seemed to understand this desire because she allowed me to do what I wanted.

My tongue explored the inside of her mouth, while my lips sucked greedily. When I found her tongue, I quickly entwined it with my own.

During those first few moments, my hand reached for a bar of soap. As slowly and as sensuously as I could, I coated her back with the fragrant suds. I could feel her body come alive. She rearranged her hips, allowing my thigh to press heavily against her hairless pussy mound.

Breaking the kiss, I stepped away from her, and commenced soaping her majestic breasts. They were already anticipating my touch. Her nipples were hard and erect. I used the slippery suds like a lubricant, sliding my palms repeatedly back and forth, frictioning away at those sensitive points. I could tell by the extra weight, she was putting on my shoulders to support herself that she was enjoying my efforts.

After giving her tits more than enough attention, I turned her around, and lowered myself to my knees. Mai, because she no longer had my shoulders to lean on, remained standing but had bent herself at the waist, using the side of the tub for support. With her legs slightly spread for balance, her entire crotch filled my view. Her new position and her mounting arousal had opened the outer door to her sex. The large labial lips were hanging straight down, and the hot pink flesh that resided within was revealed to my hungry eyes.

Using the soap again, I heavily lathered the hard, muscled flesh of her buttocks, working slowly toward her asshole. Only when her ass crack was thoroughly smeared with suds did I attempt my digital invasion. Although she was sexually stimulated, she had presence of mind to relax the tiny eye to such a degree that one of my fingers disappeared in a flash. It was almost as if her anus had sucked it right in. I pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second finger.

The most unbelievable and stimulating sight, though, was when I increased the number to three and then four. Indeed, it was a tight fit, but with the soap acting as a lubricant, they easily slid back and forth. Mai was groaning from the pleasure and the exertion. Just keeping the little hole open must have demanded a certain physical challenge. But somehow, she managed and seemed capable of enjoying the exotic finger-fuck.

Keeping my fingers driving into her asshole, I crawled between her legs, until her hairless pussy was staring me in the face. I loved the little-girl appearance, but I didn't forget that it belonged to a mature woman who knew the pleasure it could give and receive. With my free hand, I soaped the entire pubic area, but unlike before, I did not let the suds remain on her cunt. I wanted to rinse it thoroughly before attacking it with my mouth.

I started on the fat cunt lips, giving them quick, sucking kisses. My mouth did not miss a single square inch, while Mai's moans applauded my work. Using my free hand, I spread those puffy labia as far apart as possible before running my tongue through the hot flesh of her slit. For a good long while, I concentrated on giving her steamy vagina the best tongue-fuck she had ever received. If it was not for my fingers pumping away in her asshole and keeping her anchored in position, it would have been almost impossible for my tongue to remain on target. As it was, she was thrusting her hips at my mouth with frenzied excitement.

When I finally reached her clitoris, it was engorged to twice its size by the blood that had rushed to the area. It was an amazing sight, and if it was not for the fact that I had a definite purpose in mind, I would have continued to just look at its throbbing presence.

At first, I used my tongue as a tease, flicking all around her little bud but never touching it. Mai tried to move her hips in such a way as to institute the much-needed contact. Instead, by using my fingers imbedding them deeper into her asshole, I was able to keep my tongue out of harm's way. I continued this sexual torture for a few minutes, until Mai was practically begging for release.

When my tongue reached the long-awaited contact, Mai let out an ear-piercing scream. I wondered how my mother could not help but hear it. Since there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, I resumed giving my surrogate mother the pleasure her body was crying out for.

After that first initial touch, I flicked and stabbed repeatedly at the swollen pleasure nub. Simultaneously, my fingers, still lodged in her asshole, began to pick up the pace set by my tongue. Finally, I pushed the broad surface of my mouth flush onto her clit, and began furiously grinding away.

It took only a few seconds before I began to feel the spasms start deep within her body. They traveled outward with lightning speed. Her body was twitching around like it had just been electrically shocked. Her asshole tightened down hard on my fingers, stopping the finger-fuck completely. Again, a piercing scream echoed in the close confines of the bathroom.

As soon as her body appeared to relax, I removed my fingers from her still-spasming little hole, sat down in the tub, and brought the passion-spent woman into my arms.

Her recovery was slow, giving me pause to worry. So it was with a feeling of relief, when she swiveled her head, and caught my waiting lips with hers. It was then that she proceeded to see that I was physically repaid for the sexual gift I had just given her.

CHAPTER NINE

We spent the rest of that morning continuing the sexual exploration of our respective bodies. By the time Lonnie arrived home, we were definitely ready for a male participant.

We both wanted to be sexually enticing to him, so we dressed carefully. Mai wore only a pair of black panties, just like the night before, when she had regaled us with the G-string. This pair was not what most people would consider normal underwear. They were sheer black bikinis, split down the middle, exposing her baby-smooth crotch from the top of her cunt to halfway up her ass crack. Before she had even pulled them to her hips, I was turned on.

Since I could not claim the same sophisticated wardrobe, I had to satisfy myself by wearing my sheerest baby-doll top with nothing on beneath it. Without panties, my sexual juices were constantly dripping down the insides of my thighs.

When Lonnie came into the den, Mai and I had to almost fight each other to see who could hug him first. My brother, of course, was delighted by the outpouring of affection by two very scantily clad ladies. The only problem, though, was that he definitely smelled like he had just played in a baseball game. We told him to hit the showers, and we would be waiting impatiently for his return. But before he had a chance to leave, Mai and I took turns massaging his cloth-covered cock with the promise of more when he came back. While he was gone, Mai and I discussed the way we could explain our plan to him and the reasons behind the need for such drastic action. I could not remember Lonnie ever saying anything bad about Mother. I began to worry that even after he heard the horrifying details of what happened that morning, he still would not be interested in taking part. Without him, we could do nothing. Not only was he needed to help pull it off, but all three of us had to participate to ensure our undying silence.

The only alternative we had, if we could not convince him of the logical necessity, was to use our bodies as the ultimate persuaders. Hopefully, this would not prove necessary. But just in case, Mai and I did talk over the possibility that we might have to use our feminine edge.

Almost before we had a chance to catch our breath after our discussion, Lonnie came flying back into the room. He was stark naked. The shower that he had just taken was obviously not cold enough to dampen his arousal. After looking at woman-flesh all morning, it was quite nice to see his enormous male cock.

We instructed my brother to sit down because we had something important to discuss with him. I told him about the morning confrontation with Mother. He was definitely outraged, but shrugged his shoulder in helplessness. He said that Mother was Father's problem. Mai and I, then, told him our plan.

"No way! You two have to be as crazy as she is to think of something like this," he said, his voice registering genuine shock.

"Listen, Lonnie, forget about what she said and did to me for a second. Think, instead, of the life Daddy has had to lead since she locked herself in her room. Don't you think he deserves something better?" I logically argued.

"She's right, Lonnie. Your mother could have caused serious harm to your sister's body this morning. She accused both you and your father of trying to mess around with Lana. Although that might be true in your case, it is certainly not true in your father's. If an accusation like that should reach the ears of the public, whether it is true or not, you, your father, and probably Lana, would not have a future that would be worth a dime," Mai said, adding her own argument.

"I'm sorry, Mai, Lana. I agree that something has to be done. But I don't agree with the way you want to do it. I think we should tell Daddy what happened, and let him make the decision. He's been making them all these years. Why should we take that responsibility out of his hands now? After all, he has taken care of her and given her everything she has ever asked for. Daddy wants to handle the situation. If he didn't, he would have sent her away a long time ago. I think we should forget about the whole idea, and get down to some serious sex. What do you say?" Lonnie asked, finishing his side of the debate with a leering look at our half-naked bodies.

"What about Mai?" I demanded. "She deserves something better. As long as Mother has her way, Daddy will never be able to live a life that is considered normal. Come on, Lonnie, wouldn't it be wonderful to have Mai around all the time? She just might be the best piece of ass you'll ever have. Are you going to let it get away? We'll give you five minutes to think about it. Okay?"

"I don't have to think about it," he replied.

Mai and I got up from the couch, leaving Lonnie sitting alone. Both of us realized that it was hopeless arguing with him. We still gave him the five minutes. If at that time he didn't come around to our way of thinking, it would be necessary to take more drastic steps.

We had discussed the possibility of Lonnie not wanting to go along with us. Mai said that she knew a technique that was guaranteed to change his mind. She went on to say that not only would it get what we wanted, but we just might get a lot of personal enjoyment from it as well.

Mai threw on her robe, then dashed to her car. She removed a large canvas bag from the trunk, and hurried back into the house. I had already been briefed about her bag of tricks, but hadn't seen it. I was very curious as to the contents of the bag. I was about to ask if I could see what was inside when Mai pointed at her wrist, signaling that my brother's time was up. We gave each other a good-luck feel of one another's cunt, then returned to the den.

Back in that room, we could see that Lonnie had been giving our talk a great deal of thought. His cock had deflated and his brow was furrowed in concentration.

"Well, Lonnie, are you going to change your mind and do something about this terrible situation, or are you going to sit there and hope it disappears?" I asked, giving reason one last chance.

"Look, if it matters at all, I think something should definitely be done. I just don't think it's our place to do it. So why don't we forget about it for now, and start doing something that is a lot more pleasurable? Both of you ladies look good enough to eat. And the hardest decision I want to make all day is who is going to be first?" he answered, fingering his born-again erection.

"You're not going to change your mind then, right?" Mai asked, just to make sure.

"No, I'm not going to change my mind. That's final!" he answered.

Mai nodded her head to me, whipping us both into action. I went and took Lonnie's arm, leading him to the bed. He came along easily, obviously figuring that the sex games were about to begin. He was absolutely right, except all the rules were Mai's and mine. Mai had already reached the bed, accompanied by her bag of tricks.

I pushed Lonnie down on the bed, and went right for his blood-engorged cock. It was a shame that we had to trick him in this manner, but he gave us no other choice. Without any preliminaries, I popped his loaded weapon into my mouth, and began, seriously, trying to suck the ammunition right out of it. Unfortunately for Lonnie, it was a diversion. Mai grabbed his right hand, placed it between her legs, and allowed him to caress her hairless crotch. He didn't suspect anything was strange until the handcuff snapped closed over his wrist, attaching him to the bed.

Once he realized he was trapped, Lonnie began to furiously struggle against his metal bond. I jumped clear of the bed, joining Mai a safe distance from my surprised and thoroughly leashed brother.

"What the hell is going on?" he screamed.

"Lana and I decided that we want to play slave and mistresses. We're not going to hurt you. All that's going to happen is that I'm going to expose both you and your sister to a different aspect of the sexual scene," Mai explained.

"Are you sure that this has nothing to do with what we were talking about before?" he asked, calming down somewhat.

"It has nothing to do with that," Mai lied. "This is just a game to heighten our sexual pleasure. Lie back and enjoy it. But first, we have to finish immobilizing your arms and legs. Okay?"

"Nobody is going to get hurt, right, Lana?" Lonnie questioned, turning his attention to me.

"Nobody gets hurt," I confirmed.

Not telling the truth posed no problem for me. I believed that the only way to solve the problem with my mother was to have my brother go along with the plan. Since this was the case, I was willing to go to pretty extreme lengths to get Lonnie to agree to come in with us.

My brother relaxed quietly on the bed while Mai locked his other wrist to the frame with a second pair of handcuffs. She then secured his legs to the bed with leather straps. When she was finished, Lonnie was totally bound to the bed, helplessly spread-eagled on his back. For the second time in the last hour, his erection disappeared.

We didn't really want to torture him into joining us. Mai and I agreed that if we could tease him enough, he would probably change his mind. Mai had explained that timing would be the most important part of our plan. We could only bring up our demands when he was enduring the most teasing and discomfort. We couldn't afford to tip our hand too early in the game.

The first item on the agenda was bringing back his erection. Mai took a large feather from her bag and began stroking the area around his flaccid penis. Without ever touching the sensitive cock-flesh, her skilled hands brought it back to throbbing life. She had concentrated her efforts on the tiny stretch of skin between his asshole and the wrinkled sac that contained his balls. His erection was my signal to join in on the action.

I hopped on the bed and straddled his shoulders with my knees. It was then when I stripped off my nighty, exposing my nakedness to his horny eyes. My cunt was no more than six inches from his face, and I could tell that his nostrils had already caught the smell that emanated from my woman's crotch.

While Mai continued her manipulations with the feather, I commenced to masturbate myself into sexual readiness. It was easy to see that he was responding to the sight because of the way his tongue spastically licked his moisture-starved lips. Very slowly, I drove a finger into my vagina, then pumped it a few times until it glistened with my hot sex juice. After working myself up for awhile in this manner, I withdrew my pleasure-giving finger and held it under his nose. He inhaled my fragrance deeply. Soon, I could see that he wanted to savor my sex with another of his senses, so, I dropped my finger to his mouth. Lonnie greedily sucked on it, not leaving the slightest chance that any of my essence would remain.

By this time, I was aroused as my brother was. The feelings that were coursing through my system were crying out for relief. The fact that this little session might go on for quite some time stopped me from burning myself out too early. So instead of giving in to the immediate urge, I turned myself around and gave Lonnie a different view of my hot little body-my asshole.

"I want you to eat my asshole, Brother dear. And if you want to be rewarded, I suggest you do a good job," I said, grabbing and pulling my ass cheeks apart, giving him full access to my tiny back-door hole.

Just to egg him on a bit, I placed a wet kiss on the head of his cock which bobbed maddeningly in front of my face. It took a great deal of self-control to release his angry, red organ after just one kiss.

During this entire time, Mai kept up her feather assault. She moved it slowly over his asshole, balls, and finally his prick, never quite allowing him to derive the maximum amount of pleasure from any one place. As soon as he began to show signs of intense excitement, she quickly stopped what she was doing, and began all over in a different region.

Since I really did not understand all of the subtleties of what we were doing, I could only follow the instructions that Mai had given me, and rely totally on her judgment and leadership in this matter. As a matter of fact, the only aspect of the exercise that I was sure of was the erotic feelings that continued to build inside myself.

Meanwhile, my brother's tongue had found its mark, beating out a steady tattoo on the sensitive flesh. He had my little hole all wet and slippery, and was trying to push his insistent, tongue into the tightly muscled orifice. I was squirming with delight. My juices were dripping on his chest and neck. Lonnie was taking the game very seriously.

While Mai was able to remain patient with her teasing feather, I was no longer able to control my powerful need to climax. I said a silent good-bye to Lonnie's tongue, working so well on my asshole, and introduced it to the true seat of my pleasure. I grabbed my pussy-flesh and pulled it apart, allowing my brother room to attack my quivering clit.

And attack it he did! He started with broad tongue-strokes that pinned the small sensation buzzer against the soft tissue of its home. Then he began flicking the tip of his tongue rhythmically against it, always increasing the speed and, for me, the sensation.

This only had to continue for a few minutes before my body began its familiar come-dance. I twitched and shuddered as the spasms focused directly on and in my cunt. I had finally arrived and with one last convulsive shake, I squeezed all of my woman's juices from my clenched vagina into his mouth. I collapsed, unconscious, with my cunt tight to his face.

Mai must have watched my passion throes because she lifted me off Lonnie's pleasure-giving mouth and sat me down at the foot of the bed, framed by the vee of my brother's widely spread legs. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by an intimate view of the older woman's body. Her nipples were swollen and seemed to be crying out for somebody's mouth. Her split-crotch panties were also showing signs of her growing excitement. The lace borders that surrounded the opening were beginning to darken as her own juices poured passionately from her body.

I was just about to take care of her overheated cunt when she waved me away, handed me the feather, and pointed to Lonnie's enormous cockhead. I understood, immediately that she wanted my brother to do her as he had just done me. There was no argument from me. I needed a rest, anyway. Quickly, she was on his chest, saying to Lonnie that his next meal had arrived.

"I want you to make me just as happy as you made Lana. Okay?" Mai asked, pulling apart her own woman's pussy to give him an unobstructed target at which to direct his tongue.

Lonnie didn't say a word. It was like he was going to let his educated mouth do the talking for him. Mai was pleased by his ready compliance. I watched for a moment while Lonnie's tongue began its milking task inside of her sex-swollen cunt. Unfortunately, I had to soon turn away from the spectacle because I, too, had a job to do. The feather, I realized, was still in my hands!

In the beginning, I imitated the same technique that I had watched Mai use. Pretty quickly, though, I was inventing my own. I was really getting off on his reaction every time I touched a sensitive place. Sometimes he would strain mightily against his restraining bonds. It was not hurting him, I was sure, because if it was, he would have demanded that we stop. It hadn't happened yet, but we couldn't rule out the possibility that pain might become a reality.

To be in this much control, I was beginning to realize, was a pleasing experience. I felt powerful, knowing that I was free to do anything. Even though I very much loved my brother, he was the one responsible for the sensual onslaught we were unloading on him. If he insisted on remaining disagreeable to our wishes, he was going to have to pay the consequences, and I was going to enjoy it.

I turned the feather around in my hand, and, this time, stroked him with the pointed end. Since I was positioned only inches from his asshole, I figured that it would be a fine place to commence a new attack. Before inserting it, though, I reached between my own legs for my natural lubricating fluid. I then smeared it all around and through his hair-covered hole before taking the end of the feather and guiding it into his dark, sensitive tunnel.

Lonnie's hips leaped off the bed as he felt the new sensations of anal invasion. Even Mai turned her head to see what I had done to make him react so violently. I quickly withdrew the feather, held it up for her to see, and showed her what I had done by pushing it through my circled fingers. She nodded her head and winked, giving me the go-ahead to continue.

Again, I placed the end of the feather into Lonnie's asshole, but this time, I allowed him to get used to the strange feeling before shoving it all the way home. He seemed to have accepted it better this time because his only outward reaction was a faint squirming of his lower body. At the time, I took a quick look at his cock and saw that it was still erect, proving to me that he had not disliked the new sensation all that much. Slowly I began to push the feather deeper. The action was turning me on to the unique disappearing act. As a matter of fact, I was so turned on that I was tempted to gobble his wonderful cock into my mouth. But, fortunately, I remembered that Mai had warned me that if he was to come, it would be much more difficult to make him bend to our wishes. It was a weird thrill, enjoying Lonnie's discomfort as much as I was.

The bare spine of the feather was, soon, totally out of my view. I was almost jealous of the sensations he was receiving, knowing how much my own hole liked to be filled. And it was definitely evident that he was enjoying it. His cock was swollen to what looked like bursting proportions and his hips were slowly twitching in what I knew was pleasure.

Unfortunately, it was at this point, that I also knew I could no longer continue. Even without touching his ready-to-come cock, I could not take the chance that I might trigger his release in some other way. So, it was with a little bit of sadness that I withdrew the feather, leaving his asshole empty once more.

Although my brother's joy had temporarily ended, it was obvious by Mai's moans that she was reaching the height of hers. I figured, since Lonnie's hands were tied and Mai's hands were needed to keep his cunt-eating face in position, that I would give some attention to her heavenly breasts. I started out by kneading and massaging them with my hands, but, quickly, replaced them with my lips and tongue as soon as I approached her hard nipples. At first, I just flicked at them, making those tasty tidbits swell with desire. Then, alternating between the two, I sucked them deep into my mouth, drawing hard on the tender tit-flesh.

With my nipple-sucking and Lonnie's clit-licking, it was not long before Mai was writhing around in pre-climax tremors. She was literally smashing her cunt into my brother's mouth, covering his entire face with her juices. It looked like she was fucking his face. If it was not for the fact that my hands were filled with her glorious tits, I would have fingered myself into her building excitement.

When Mai climaxed, it was with as much intensity as I had experienced just minutes before. She, too, fell against Lonnie's mouth, giving the appearance of being unconscious. This time, it was my turn to assist her until she recovered. I moved her to the same place she had moved me, completely ignoring my brother. Mai took her time, slowly recuperating.

Lonnie had not watched Mai and me climax. There was no doubt he was beginning to wonder when his body was going to be able to receive the ultimate in physical pleasure.

"Now that you ladies have satisfied yourselves, don't you think it's time to grant me a little satisfaction?" he asked.

"We didn't want it to have to come to this, Lonnie, but you haven't left us any choice. If you promise to help us with the plan to deal with your mother, I don't think either Lana or myself would deny you anything," Mai explained.

"Oh, so that's the reason behind tying me down and getting me excited, right? Well, it's not going to work. I'll never let myself get involved in your crazy scheme," he boasted.

"Oh, Lonnie, can't you see that we don't want to take advantage of your situation. You give us no choice. Please reconsider. If you promise right now, I'll let you fuck me and break my cherry. How does that sound?" I offered.

"No dice, Lana. I am not going to give in. Why don't we forget all about this? Turn me loose, and we'll all have a good time. Come on, what do you say?" he asked, a charming, persuasive smile appearing on his face.

"I'm sorry, Lonnie. Whatever is going to happen to you is really your own fault. We have given you every opportunity to change your mind. You didn't, so I'm afraid you are going to have to be made to bow to our wishes. Right, Lana?" she asked, turning to me.

"Right," I answered, my voice showing less enthusiasm than Mai's.

I knew that the next phase of our little game of extortion was not going to be as gentle as the first part. I looked into my brother's eyes, hoping he could see my feelings of concern. Maybe, if he understood how worried I was about continuing our tactics, he would go along with us. Instead, for the first time since we began the proceedings, Lonnie's face was registering anger. And when Lonnie was angry, he became stubborn. It was too bad, I convinced myself, that he was making things difficult for himself.

"Okay, Lana, we gave him every possible chance to change his mind. He chose not to. Would you please get my canvas bag for me? I have to get your brother ready for the next step," Mai said.

As I went across the room, Mai went directly to the area between his legs, and began caressing his sensitive cock-flesh. During our talk, Lonnie had again lost his erection, and Mai was taking the time to revive the limp organ.

It quickly became obvious that Lonnie was trying to fight the sexual urge. His eyes were tightly closed in concentration. It appeared that he was having some success because his once-all-powerful cock was not responding to Mai's expert hands. I had already retrieved her bag, and was about to ask if I could help in some way, when she waved me off with a nod, signifying to me that she had everything under control. All I could do was stand there and watch.

Soon, the blonde bombshell could see that she was getting no sexual reaction from my brother. Bending over, until her face was scant inches from his flaccid cock, she began blowing soft billows of air into his cockhead. When I looked closely, I could see that it was having a minimal effect. Although he was not getting a hardon, his penis was twitching under the strain of his conscious effort to restrain his excitement.

Mai was growing tired of her less-than-successful preliminaries. This time, she lowered her head completely, and popped his limp cock into her mouth. It disappeared totally within minutes. Mai's cheeks were puffed out by the large treat. I could tell that she was enjoying it because of the way she rolled the large morsel around in her mouth.

The expression on my brother's face was proof that Mai was finally and successfully getting to him. He was definitely unable to fight the sensations any longer. Further proof was the fact that Mai had to release some of his growing cock from her sucking mouth. I figured Mai would stop the blow job at this point, but she showed no signs of quitting.

It was great watching an expert at work. Not only was her mouth active, but she was bringing her tongue into play with evident effectiveness. At times, she let my brother's fully erect sex tool slide entirely from her mouth, tenderly massaging his heavy balls, and letting her slippery tongue give his vein-ridged cock a thorough bath. Lonnie had lost any of the control he might have had in trying to suppress his arousal.

It was at this point that I thought Mai would surely end her onslaught. Again, I was wrong. His cock went back into her mouth, and she sucked vigorously on his blood-engorged organ. Her head began to bob faster and faster until I figured that there was no way she would be able to stop in time. Her saliva was matting his pubic hair, and his cum-filled balls were drawing up close to his body. Soon, Lonnie's hips were jerking off the bed, meeting Mai's downward, gulping mouth with upward, face-fucking thrusts.

Both participants appeared to be caught up in a sexual frenzy. All I could think was that Mai had become so immersed in her work, and had let his male excitement get to her.

But for the third time in a matter of minutes, I was proven wrong again. As Lonnie was giving one of his upward thrusts, Mai's mouth was suddenly not there to greet him. His cry of anguish was heart-wrenching. It was evident that the blonde-haired beauty knew what she was doing. We both watched in awe as Lonnie fucked the air, hoping that some way he would climax. It took him a long moment to realize that was not going to be the case. Without something to friction against his cock-meat, nothing was going to happen. Finally, his hips relaxed and he rested quietly on the bed. Only his hardon was testimony to his need.

Mai's cocksucking exhibition had a very real effect on me, too. As she walked toward me to get her bag of tricks, she allowed her hand to wander through the heated flesh of my fully aroused cunt. I followed suit and brought my hand to her center, caressing and kneading her hairless, panty-framed joy spot. If we did not have the very important job of convincing my brother to go along with us, I'm sure, we would have joined him on the bed and taken care of our own excited flesh.

Of course, this was not going to happen until Lonnie regaled our ears with the promise of his cooperation. Mai, in the meantime, had removed some strange-looking devices and objects from the bag and placed them out of my brother's sight at the foot of the bed. I had no idea as to their individual uses, but I did know they were going to be used as convincers. There were objects that looked like rings with clamp fasteners that made the rings smaller. She also had an array of long, cylindrical devices whose purpose seemed more suited for the pleasures of the female body rather than that of a male's.

My sex education was about to be taught a new lesson again.

CHAPTER TEN

"Are you ready to change your mind yet, Lonnie?" Mai asked while he was still frustrated by his inability to come.

"No way!" he said, giving us a look of determination.

"Well, Lana, I guess we have to continue. Are you ready?" Mai inquired, picking up a tube-like device from the bed.

"Yes," I answered, realizing that I was quite excited by the anticipation of the next step in our game plan.

"As you can see, this object is supposed to fit inside one of the cavities of the body," she explained, holding it up so that Lonnie could see it. "And since you, as a male, have only one hole to give, I don't imagine you will have any trouble figuring out where it is going. It's true that it looks like a baby's pacifier, but unfortunately for you, it is not for your mouth." Turning to me, she continued. "Lana, why don't you jump up here on the bed, and we'll get this butt plug ready for your brother. We don't want to hurt him, so we'll make it nice and slippery."

I obeyed Mai's instructions and hopped on the bed. Facing Lonnie, I allowed her to pry apart my thighs and begin massaging my dripping cunt with the hard, rubber tip of the plug. It felt absolutely terrific. Soon, Mai found the entrance to my steamy vaginal hole, and worked the object slowly into my body. Never before had I had something so large invading me. I found myself wishing that it was me who was going to receive this artificial gift deep inside my asshole. But I knew what Mai had in mind. These preliminaries were strictly preparation for what was to come.

For me, it was over too quickly when Mai withdrew the stimulating sex toy. While she had thoroughly lubricated the device inside of me, she had not ignored the preparation of Lonnie's asshole. Using the fingers of her free hand, she scooped out some of her own lubricating fluid and smeared the thick liquid into and around his anus. Lonnie was ready.

I was finding it hard to catch my breath as I watched Mai aim the butt plug at the tiny orifice and begin forcing it into the tightly clenched hole. Lonnie was obviously fighting the invasion. His face was grimly contorted with the effort, while his manly prick began shrinking back to the size of a little boy's. Although Lonnie fought hard, it was not enough to fight off the determined Mai. She successfully pushed half of the rubber device into the hole.

Mai got my attention, and motioned for me to take Lonnie's cock into my mouth and bring it back to sexual life. It took only a few moments of licking and sucking before my brother was, again, rising with arousal. I truly loved the feel of his hardening cock in my mouth, and I savored the sensations of it once more becoming a truly active sexual organ. I wanted desperately to suck his boiling jism into my thirsting mouth, but knew that I would have to wait. When Lonnie had achieved his full erection, I sadly removed myself from my pleasurable work.

"This is a cock ring," Mai said, holding a round, ring-like object for Lonnie to see. "This fits around your cock and will keep you from climaxing. Now Lana and I will be able to concentrate on our pleasure-starving work without having to worry about you coming and spoiling what we have already accomplished."

As I watched intently, Mai fixed the ring just below the swollen cockhead, and slowly tightened it down until it stayed where she had put it without need of support. I stole a quick look at Lonnie's face to see if this new addition was bothering him. He didn't look to be in pain, but he did appear very sad and helpless. If it was not for the importance of our project, I'm sure, I would have felt very sorry for him. With a thick, rubber tube shoved up his asshole and a tight, constricting cock ring. Cutting off his ability to orgasm, it was obvious that he was not having a great deal of fun. Well, I thought, he didn't have anyone to blame but himself. It was his own stubbornness that brought this sexual torture on him.

Mai began pumping the butt plug in and out of Lonnie's asshole. Every time it was pushed all the way in, his cock shuddered and twitched. Occasionally, a little drop of clear fluid bubbled up in the tiny slit of his angry, purple cockhead. Not being able to feast on his great-tasting jism, I had to satisfy myself with the drops my tongue swiped from the little hole. It seemed that after every three or four pumps with the plug, another drop would appear, and I would help myself. Of course, it was not as much as I wanted.

Mai had ceased fucking my brother's asshole with the butt plug but had not removed it. She went to her canvas bag and took out another device. It was pink and tapered, and almost looked like an erect cock. Unlike a cock, though, it did not have the large, rounded head. Instead, it was tapered, thicker at the base than at the end. I could see that it would come in handy for pleasing my own various sex holes. When Mai turned on a switch at the base plate of the device, I recognized its true potential.

"This, folks, is a vibrator. In some circles, in the absence of men, it is referred to as the lonely woman's best friend. Lana, why don't you sit on your brother's chest, and I'll give you both a close-up demonstration," Mai explained and instructed.

Since I was already on the bed, I only had to travel over Lonnie's hardon to sit on his chest and give him a tight view of my open crotch. Mai squatted down behind Lonnie's head and turned on the vibrator. It made a soft buzzing noise, and when she placed it on my breast, a tremor passed through my entire body. I was amazed that even before Mai placed it on my cunt, copious amounts of my pussy juice were already pooling in the hollows of my brother's chest. The feelings were incredibly exciting.

Mai worked the humming device slowly down my body, awakening a strange and wonderful response. Lonnie kept his gaze locked on my dripping cunt. His nostrils were constantly flaring, hoping to draw in my little-girl sex smell. The only movement he made with the rest of his body was a frustrated humping up into the air. Mai, though, was alert, making sure the cum-starving cock ring continued to function.

When the vibrator finally came in contact with the sexually alive area between my legs, I jumped a foot off the bed. Unfortunately for Lonnie, it was his chest that I had to land on. It was unbelievable that one minor touch of the plastic instrument could cause that dramatic a reaction. There was no doubt that I wanted to explore further the vibrator's potential.

When Mai touched me the second time, I held on tight, not wanting my brother to painfully suffer for my own inability to control myself. It was enough that we had to torment him sexually.

"Anytime you say you've had enough and agree to our demands, we'll stop immediately. Don't make things harder on yourself. You know I'm just dying to feel that beautiful cock of yours explode deep inside my hot little pussy. If you would rather come in my ass or mouth, that would be fine, too. All you have to do is say the magic words. Lana and I are at your disposal. Okay?" Mai asked, giving me some hope that she had discovered a chink in his stubborn armor.

"I can break Lana's cherry?" he asked, showing the signs that Mai had somehow noticed.

"Anything but that," Mai replied quickly, knowing that I wanted someone special for that purpose.

"Well, if I can't have Lana, no dice," he said, conviction creeping back into his voice.

By this time, I was ready to accept his demand, but Mai wouldn't allow it. She winked at me and mouthed a "don't worry" I was torn between ending Lonnie's torture or continuing to follow the older woman's judgment. It was the vibrator that made my decision for me.

Mai was now exclusively using the instrument on my cunt. After running it around and through my slit, she lodged it tightly up against the entrance to my hungry pussy. The muscles that protected my steaming front-door were opening and closing as if they were inviting the vibrating device to bring its pleasure inside. I agree whole-heartedly with my cunt's desire.

Lonnie's eyes went wide with amazement as he watched the rounded end of the vibrator disappear inside of me. His tongue licked his dried lips, and his breath was coming in short, oxygen-starved gasps. I'm sure that my own visible reaction to the instrument was not too different.

Soon, Mai had the vibrator resting against my natural virgin barrier. For about the tenth time in the last week, I wished it was gone. It would only be later, when the days sexually stimulating moments had ended, that I would appreciate the fact that I was still intact and saving it for Daddy.

The feeling of the modern electronic wonder vibrating inside my body was starting to drive me out of my mind. My entire body was spasming, but I was not experiencing a climax. It was almost as if I was being electrically shocked by something with a very low voltage. Indeed, if it had not been centered on my true sexual center, it would not have been very pleasant at all. It was, however, very well centered.

Along with the vibrations, the fact that Mai was slowly fucking it in and out of my cunt added to the heightened sensations. Being the largest object I had ever had in my pussy increased the array of new sensations to mind- and pussy-blowing proportions. I was being fucked, vibrated, and stretched to my little-girl limit. I was definitely approaching heaven.

"Wouldn't you like to be part of Lana's orgasm, Lonnie? I'm sure that she would love to get off sitting on your face with your giant cock being sucked by her gorgeous mouth. Say 'I do', and it's all yours. Do yourself a favor things could get rougher," Mai again inquired, still displaying an infinite amount of patience.

Lonnie kept his mouth shut, but his eyes remained fixed on my vibrator-fucked cunt. I turned my head and saw that his cock seemed more swollen and angry-looking than before, if that was possible. But by this time, as my body continued on its course to orgasm, my feelings of compassion had once again waned.

When Mai removed the vibrator from my slick pussy, my mind and body rebelled at the loss. I was about to scream at the woman to return it when I felt the hand-guided plastic touch my plump, bursting clitoris. Again, I bounced on my brother's chest, but this time I didn't spend a second of thought on the possible pain I was inflicting. My need to come made everything else seem unimportant.

So, with Lonnie's hot breath wafting against my overheated flesh and the vibrator rooted to my pleasure nub, I reached climax. The desired sensations of orgasm began rolling over me in never-ending waves. Thankfully, my short fall onto my brother was cushioned by my sex-swollen tits.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was resting in the same familiar space that Mai had placed me before, curled up between Lonnie's harnessed legs. Amazingly, his erection still stood, powerfully in need of orgasm-induced solace. I was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to give in. On the other hand, Mai's face shone with confidence.

"Okay, Lonnie," Mai said, feigning disappointment, "we tried all the nice ways of convincing you. Now, I'm afraid, we must begin to exert a little more physical pressure. Don't make me go to the next step. What you are forcing me to do is going to make everything else seem like children's games. Come on, Lonnie!"

"Look, if you didn't persuade me with your little games before, there is no way you're going to persuade me now. I'm getting very angry, and when I get angry, I get very stubborn. If you don't believe me, ask Lana. She knows me well enough to confirm it. You might as well put everything back in your little bag because you are not accomplishing anything!" Lonnie said once again, sounding fiercely determined.

Mai looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. I could tell she wasn't altogether happy about going on to the next step. She motioned me off the bed and walked me to the corner of the room, out of the listening range of my brother. It was then that she whispered to me the next move in our on-going task. She outlined what my responsibilities were going to be and, also, what she was going to do. I conveyed to Mai that I understood, and gave her a pat on her bald cunt for inspiration. I'm sure she didn't need anything from me, but I thought that it was as good a reason as any to touch that alluring hunk of flesh.

When we returned to the bed, Lonnie gave us both a disinterested glance before turning his eyes away. If it was not for his rampant hardon, it might have had a demoralizing effect. But it was still swollen with a need that only Mai or I could satisfy.

I climbed back on the bed, again sitting on Lonnie's chest. But this time, instead of facing him, I was turned around with my mouth only inches from his ringed cock. I made sure that when I leaned forward toward his beckoning monster, he would be regaled with the sight of my desirable crotch, centered in his field of vision.

In the meantime, Mai was kneeling between his legs, gently removing the butt plug. She took her time, not wanting my brother to miss any erotic sensation. When his asshole was empty for the first time in the last hour, she picked up the vibrator, turned it on and, sunk it to the depths of her cunt. Like before, when she greased the butt plug with my vaginal secretions, she was lubricating the vibrator with her own natural fluids. I could see, immediately, that the device was having a marked effect on her, and for a second, I thought she was going to have to bring herself off before continuing. But, with a look of determination as fierce as my brother's, she removed the pleasure-giving instrument and turned off the switch.

"Okay, Lonnie, last chance. Do yourself a favor, don't make me go through with this. I have no idea how you're going to react to this. It could be very painful, or it could be so pleasurable that it will still be painful. Please?" asked Mai, for what I knew was the last time.

"You might as well go ahead, because nothing is going to change my mind," Lonnie shot back.

"Please, Lonnie, I don't want this to happen. You know if I wasn't a virgin, I'd let you fuck me. As a matter of fact, if you want to stick that beautiful cock of yours up my ass, you're perfectly welcome. Oh, please, Lonnie, please!" I begged.

Lonnie clenched his teeth in obstinate resolve.

Mai gave me the pre-arranged signal, and we began the final stage of the torture. If this failed to work, Mai and I had decided we would go no further, and shelve the plan we had for Mother. Without Lonnie's participation, it would never work. If he was not involved, he would not have a personal invested interest, and therefore, his silence would not be guaranteed. If Lonnie didn't bend, Mai and I were resigned to accept our fate.

Since that was not yet the case, we settled down to the work at hand. My job was to give Lonnie the best hand and blow job that was possible with my inexperience. With the cock ring firmly in place, it would be virtually impossible for him to come. I desperately wanted him to say that he would join us. I yearned to suck the built-up jism from his lovely cock.

Mai had switched the already lubricated vibrator on, and was lining it up for the invasion of his asshole. She placed it against the tightly puckered orifice, and began to insert it, ever-increasing the speed of the dildo until it finally started to make headway and began to cut through the well-muscled hole.

Lonnie groaned as it stretched his rectum to the limit. Although he had already experienced the feeling of having the butt plug worked into him, it couldn't possibly compare to what he was feeling now. The vibrator was at least three times as thick, making it, at least, three times as uncomfortable. I continued to feel bad for him, but I had to stick to the priorities.

I noticed that his penis was beginning to shrink from the effort of accepting the large, plastic instrument into his asshole. This was my cue to commence caressing his heavy, cum-filled balls and frenching his sensitive but deflating cock. Using long, broad strokes of my tongue, I licked the length of his penis. Almost immediately, I was rewarded by the sight of it growing large once again. It was difficult to tell whether he was tolerating the imbedding of the vibrator better or that my tongue distracting him was overpowering the pain.

I stopped licking and took the re-swollen cockhead into my mouth. It was very strange feeling the vibrations coming from deep inside him being transmitted through his prick onto the roof of my mouth.

Moving back to get more comfortable, I positioned my widely opened crotch within inches of his face. I wanted to feel his tongue buried deep in one of my two holes. But, of course, the large vibrator was consuming all or most of his attention. It was a shame that all of my tasty sex juice was dripping wastefully on his chest and neck.

When I gazed at Mai, I saw what kind of effort it took to force such a large object into so small an opening. She was going very slowly, not wanting to cause any physical or permanent damage. There was no doubt that Lonnie was going to be quite sore for a while.

"Oh, shit, it hurts!" Lonnie cried out, for the first time acknowledging the pain.

"You know what to tell us," Mai calmly replied.

Mai went back to her pushing until the vibrator was finally sunk to the hilt, with only the base plate still visible. She gave Lonnie time to grow accustomed to the feeling of extreme fullness, and signaled me to begin sucking on his cock in earnest. If he was ever going to accept our demands, it had to happen soon.

I took the head of his ringed cock in my mouth, then sucked hard on the tender flesh. Even with the constricting cock ring keeping him from orgasm, I secretly believed that I could pull the hot, boiling cum from his balls. As my mouth drew hard on the hard, sensitive head, my tongue was flicked at the tiny slit, and my hand jacked furiously on the long, erect shaft.

While I was deeply involved with my own work, Mai had begun to slowly fuck his asshole with the humming tool. At least, it began slowly. As the tender flesh became more comfortable with the large dildo, the speed of her ass-fucking steadily increased. I was timing my own cocksucking and hand-stroking to the rhythm of her thrusting.

"Lonnie, are you still in pain?" Mai asked with concern.

"No, no pain," he gaspingly answered. "I just need to come. Ow, wow, let me come! I just have to shoot. Mai, Lana, please let me come!"

"Are you with us?" Mai wanted to know.

A long, drawn-out no was his only reply.

I moved the lower half of my body even farther back until I felt his chin enter my super-heated cunt. The excitement of eating his cock, and watching Mai fuck his ass with the vibrator, was getting to be too much to take. Since I had my hands full with the responsibility of keeping his cock hard and over stimulated, I was forced to take my needed pleasure any way I could. If I had to rub myself to orgasm on his face, that was what I was going to do. I was totally locked into the scene. My cunt-rubbing, my mouth-sucking, and hand movements were all tied to Mai's tempo with the vibrator. My only hope was that I could hold out as long as my brother.

Mai was also very much into the action. Her free hand was rapidly stroking her own blood-bursting clit, and by the look on her face, she, too, was trying to hold out for as long as was necessary.

By this time, her ass-fucking hand was moving so fast, it was a blur. Not only were those thrusts extremely rapid, but they were also quite hard. Again, I spared a moment of concern for Lonnie. But I quickly realized there was no need. He was humping his ass off the bed with the same speed and intensity as Mai. He, too, was becoming lost in the orgy of sensations. The only difference was that Mai and I could come.

"Okay! Okay, already! Let me come. I'll do anything you ask. I can't take anymore. Please let me come! Please...!" Lonnie shouted, plainly out of control.

"I hope for your sake that you're not bullshitting us, Lonnie. If you are, your sister and I will eventually get you some way. That, Lonnie, is a promise that I'll keep till my dying day. Do you understand?" Mai asked, making sure of his commitment.

"Anything. I'll do anything you ask, I swear! What more can I do? Please, just let me come!" pleaded my brother, finally bowing totally to our demands.

"Okay, Lana, release the cock ring," Mai ordered.

I didn't need to be told twice. My fingers fumbled at the clamp, but somehow managed to take it off. It barely hit the floor, where I tossed it, before my mouth once again closed around his throbbing meat. I sucked it deep into my mouth almost as if I were trying to swallow it. My tongue lashed again and again at the sensitive tissue, as my hands tenderly kneaded his cum-filled balls.

In the meantime, Mai had not stopped nor removed the vibrator. If anything, her speed had continued to increase. The motion of her free hand had also increased as it frantically plowed through her dripping furrow.

And to my surprise, another treat was added. When I had released the cum-stopping cock ring, Lonnie maneuvered his head so that his tongue replaced his chin in the stimulation of my own hot little pleasure button.

By the look on Mai's face, the insistency of Lonnie's wonderful tongue and mouth-sucking and lapping at my cunt, and the increased throbbing of his ready-to-come cock, it was evident that the three of us were only moments away from having an intense simultaneous orgasm.

Suddenly, Mai screamed, jerked the vibrator from Lonnie's asshole, and collapsed heavily on the bed.

My own climax was good and strong, but this time I refused to slip into the blackness of the previous times. Instead, I kept my concentration firmly fixed on the milking of my come-starved brother. And when he did orgasm, it was the most unbelievable event I had ever seen, heard, or felt.

At the moment when Mai pulled the humming dildo from Lonnie's rectum, his hips rose from the bed, pushing his cock even farther down my swallowing and sucking throat. This overheated meat began to twitch for a moment before exploding with such power that I was forced to lift my head from his spurting cock in order to refrain from choking. Fortunately, I didn't try to take the full load in my mouth. Instead, I let some of it strike me in the face, savoring not only the taste, but the feel and heat of his fabulous essence. It was only when the spurting began to slow down that I remouthed his lovely cock and greedily sucked the remains of his sweet-tasting jism.

Mai joined me as I finished cleaning the last of the cum from my brother's shrinking prick. What she could no longer get from my brother, she licked from my face, obviously enjoying the taste as much as I did. This went on for a few tender moments before Mai crawled from the bed and removed Lonnie's restraints. Once she'd accomplished this, she curled up on one side of my brother, and motioned me to do the same on the other.

The three of us, exhausted by the long day's demand, slept peacefully. Phase one of our plan had been accomplished.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The three of us were now firmly tied together in our desire to eliminate the threat of my mother. Once Lonnie had finally decided to join our conspiracy, his commitment was total. He even made acute suggestions and certain refinements on our plan that Mai and I realized were basic to making it work.

Late afternoon and early evening were consumed by the discussion and practice of our project. If for any reason we failed in reaching our objective, the consequences we would have to pay would be heavier than any one of us was prepared to suffer. That's why we were constantly going over the plan. That plan was the key that would unlock our gloomy present, and free us to a brighter tomorrow.

It was evident that Mai and Lonnie were as nervous as I was. Never in my young life had I made such an irreversible decision. Although I was filled with the almost numbing fear of failure, I was surprised that I was not hit with the all-powerful emotion of guilt. When I asked Lonnie if that was the case with him, he admitted that he, too, was surprised by the absence of guilt. I guess it showed how little Mother meant to us.

The key to the success of the plan was the fact that Mother was so caught up in the possibility that either Daddy or Lonnie was sexually interested in my developing body. If she reacted to the scene we were about to play out, her natural inclination to rage out of control would seal her fate. It was a very simple plan that needed only one harmless-looking but important prop. We were ready to proceed.

I went up to my mother's room, bringing her, her nightly meal. Mai said that I was to dress as I usually would for these new occasions, and not give her any hint of what was to happen. Since I was going to play the major role, we didn't want to prematurely put the events in motion before everyone was set up.

"Here is your dinner, Mother. I hope you enjoy it," I said.

I could tell immediately by the look on her face that she had not forgotten what had taken place earlier that day.

"Thank you, Lana. I'm glad to see you're on time this evening. From now on, I no longer want your father to bring me my evening meal. This way, I'll be able to examine you at the same time every day," she instructed. "Why don't you strip off your clothes, and we'll get it over with. Okay?"

"Oh, Mother, are you really going to go through with this?" I asked in a whining voice, wanting to appear as natural as possible.

"Yes, Lana, we are going to go through with this. Every goddamn night, we are going to go through with this. Now get rid of those clothes before I get angry!" she ordered.

All I was wearing was a pair of denim overalls with a pair of plain panties underneath. I knew that once I removed the garments, I would be totally naked and the plan would be in effect with no turning back. Outwardly, I tried to appear as uncomfortable as I could, not wanting to give Mother reason to be suspicious. Thankfully, I didn't have to try very hard to maintain my guise. The fact that our project was underway and I was standing naked in front of my mother made me look uncomfortable.

As ordered, I stepped from my overalls and rolled my underwear down and off my legs. But instead of immediately walking to the side of her bed and allowing her the access to the most intimate part of my body, I stood out of her reach, staring down at her.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, impatience creeping into her voice.

"When you did this to me this morning, it hurt terribly," I answered. "Isn't there a less painful way to do this?"

"Just come over here, and get it over with," she insisted.

"What if I turned myself on, first? It would definitely make things easier and a lot less painful. Maybe if you could gently play with me, I might even get to like these nightly exams," I suggested, maintaining a straight face.

Instantly, my mother's face registered with the horror of what I was saying.

Mother was growing increasingly more agitated. Her face was mottled by frustrated rage and her body trembled. She threw the bedclothes from her withered person, and made an attempt to rise from the bed. Her first try was unsuccessful. She fell back into the soft mattress, exhausted by the effort.

She did finally succeed in standing, and the look of terror on her face frightened even me. She stumbled to the door, screaming about devils and how God Himself would present me to hell. She said that if I continued to be controlled by the devil, then there would be no chance of forgiveness.

She went out of the doorway and down the stairs. I called to her, pleading with her to stop, but she was uncontrollable. I saw Mai and Lonnie standing in the dining room, and neither of them made an attempt to stop her. At the time, I did not have any idea what a fatal mistake this would be, but by the same token, it would be a blessing. My mother, had been an emotional drain on me and the family for too many years.

She ran out of the door, into the night. Suddenly a truck turned onto our street, and Mother ran into its path. I believe she knew it was the only way. I didn't look.

It was obvious that the angle of her head in relation to her body spelled instant death. Her entire weight must have been concentrated on her brittle backbone and neck when she landed.

The three of us stood rooted together in the street, and looked down in awe at the fatal results of our plan. Nobody said a word. We were successful, but none of us wanted to cry out in triumph or wallow in elation. Mai, Lonnie, and I had killed my mother with sane premeditation. It was a totally selfish act, but to the three of us, it was undeniably necessary. Even Lonnie, after all the pain we had put him through, knew how necessary it was, and agreed we had come up with the only possible solution.

My brother and I finally turned our backs on the dead body. It was no longer our mother and hadn't been for quite some time. We went to our rooms and got dressed while Mai called the police and an ambulance service. Mai also called Daddy. She said that he sounded upset on the telephone, and was returning immediately. The efficiency she displayed in taking care of all the details only increased our admiration for her.

We had agreed beforehand that the impression we wanted to give the authorities was that Lonnie and I were in deep shock over the tragic accident. This way, Mai would be justified in giving us a couple of tranquilizers, making it impossible for the police to question us so soon after the incident. We would have at least twenty-four hours to have our stories down pat. The possibility that Lonnie and I would make a mistake was greatly reduced.

By the time Daddy arrived home, Lonnie and I had slept off our supposed sedatives, and the case had been closed by the police-labeled as an accident. We never did answer any questions. Mai took care of that end.

Daddy did not suspect a thing. He constantly praised Mai for the tremendous help she had been to the family during the time of crisis. As a matter of fact, she continued to help, making the funeral arrangements and answering the telephone calls of well-wishers.

Even though Daddy was now in the process of closing a very unhappy chapter in his life, it was apparent that he was still filled with guilt. Fortunately, the prospects of starting a new chapter with the beautiful Mai Widner went a long way in making his sorrow tolerable. We, the three conspirators, also maintained sad and solemn demeanors. It would have been insane to screw up what we had accomplished by gloating over our success.

Mother was gone. Now, all I wanted in life was to take Daddy as my first true lover. He would be the one who I thought could best prepare me for a full and happy sexual life. If I could commit murder, I figured, seducing my father should be easy. I knew that as long as this remained a fantasy, the more obsessed I would become.

CHAPTER TWELVE

After the funeral, life for the four of us became more normal than ever before. Lonnie and I went back to school, nearing graduation, while Daddy resumed his job at the Network. Mai, the least affected of all of us, continued with her weekly show and gave most of her non-working time to ensure that our household functioned smoothly.

The most immediate benefit resulting from my mother's death was the change in my father. For the first time in many years, he was not burdened by the maintenance and care my mother demanded. And emotionally, he was free to seek the things that made him happy. Of course, he didn't have to look very far for the person that had the most positive effect on him.

In a matter of days, it seemed, the sorrow and guilt over Mother's death was overridden by an effervescence Lonnie and I hadn't seen before in our father. His relationship with Mai could now come out of the illicit shadows. They were able to be seen in public, and, occasionally, were even written up as an item in the gossip columns. Mai was talented and beautiful, and Daddy was dashing and eligible. The match was portrayed as made in heaven. Only Lonnie, Mai, and myself knew how large a part the devil played.

From what I could see, ridding the world of my mother was well worth it. I was not experiencing any guilt, nor did Lonnie appear to be experiencing any, either. If guilt could be measured by outward appearances, Mai, too, showed no signs of regretting her role in the fatal conspiracy. There were no drawbacks, only benefits. We all felt that there would never be any reason to inform Daddy. We could not be sure how he would react, nor did we want to take the chance of spoiling everything we had accomplished.

If there was any negative result at all, it was the fact that Lonnie and I were no longer able to enjoy a sexual life with Mai. She was now sleeping in Daddy's bed, and was obviously getting the sex she needed. I was truly happy for her, but I did miss the open, erotic relationship that we shared that fateful weekend while Daddy was away. Although Lonnie and I continued to take care of each other's basic needs, I was soon finding that it was not enough.

I needed much, much more. Having Mai and then losing her was a blow, that although I could handle, I would have strongly preferred not to. I was not jealous of Daddy and I really did understand, but emotionally and sexually I missed her. Some of the happy glow that had accompanied the death of my mother was too quickly gone. Of course, we were still able to talk and I did confide in her the emptiness I was experiencing, but this was only part of my need.

I guess that not having Mai as a sexual partner and the lack of progress I was making in getting Daddy to relieve me of my virginity were taking their toll on my usual sunny disposition. Although school took up a great deal of my time, it didn't go far enough in filling this void. It was true that I was attracted to some of my male classmates, but I didn't want to get involved with them until my sensitive virginity was a thing of the past. And until I could somehow enlist my father to take care of my need, I saw no end to my mounting frustration.

The fact that Lonnie didn't appear to miss his sexual encounters with Mai puzzled me at first. Although the frequency of our brother-sister masturbation sessions didn't decrease, they didn't have the same intensity that they had in the beginning. At least that was the case with Lonnie. My own intensity seemed to be the same, and the feelings that our little meetings generated were still wonderful. But for me, there was something missing. It was only when Lonnie told me that he had recently become sexually active with three different girls that I understood why his own head didn't seem totally into it.

Jealousy, again, was not a factor. It was just that the rest of my family and Mai were being sexually fulfilled, and I wasn't. And the most depressing thought of all was that if I didn't get Daddy to finish my sexual schooling and Lonnie became more involved with his women and less involved with me, I might be without any erotic stimulation at all.

The only solution that I could think of was to try again to impress upon Mai my growing frustration with my deteriorating sex life. I knew that she would understand, and I hoped that she could see how unhappy it was making me. Now that she had found a certain contentment with Daddy, I wondered if my desire for my father would no longer be acceptable to her. Mai didn't seem to be the jealous type, and before the death of my mother, she was very supportive of the idea. It was just possible that, as in the case of my mother, she would again come up with the solution that would lift my pressing problem from my shoulders.

It was over a month before Mai had a real chance to talk. Daddy and Lonnie had gone to a baseball game, leaving us alone. Mai was living at the house permanently now, but still retained her apartment in the city for convenience. We were dressed in our nightclothes as we sat across from each other at the breakfast table.

"Gee, Mai, it has been a long time since we have been alone," I stated.

"You're right, Lana, we haven't been able to have a good talk in some time. That doesn't change how much I love you. The last month or so has been quite hectic, and we just keep missing our connections," Mai offered sincerely.

"Oh, Mai, it must be tough, getting used to a whole new life and all. You don't need to explain anything to me. What you have done for Daddy makes everything worth it. And Lonnie and I will never forget how happy you made us. Just knowing that you..." I had to turn away so she wouldn't see the tears running down my face.

"Lana, sweetheart," Mai said, walking around to my side of the table and putting her arm around my shoulder, "You're not very happy, are you? I would hope that you would tell me if anything is bothering you. I truly care about you, Lana, and I want to see you happy. Please tell me what it is."

"It's not very important," I lied. I don't want you to start worrying about my problems.

"Oh, Lana, that's silly. I insist you tell me what is making you so sad," she said, turning my head until she was looking me in the eye.

"Okay," I finally answered, "but please don't think that it is so earth-shatteringly important."

"Why don't you let me decide what is important. Okay?" Mai asked.

The words poured from my mouth like a raging river. I told her everything, focusing on my desire to have my father make love to me. I also reminded her about the promise she had made to me concerning birth control.

"I haven't forgotten. Early next week, I have an appointment to see my gynecologist, and I made one for you at the same time. So if nothing else, we will, at least, have you prepared. Now, as far as your father is concerned, that is another problem entirely. I have subtly hinted that the sex education of his two offspring was being seriously neglected. Unfortunately, he said that he was much too embarrassed to broach such a subject. He stated that if it was necessary, he could handle a talk with Lonnie, but there would be no way he could discuss it with you. He doesn't yet realize that you are a sexual being. I guess you know how protective fathers are about their daughters, especially where sex is concerned," Mai explained.

Her explanation was like a slap in the face. I felt terribly rejected even though I had no right to be. The dream that I had fantasized about all these weeks was shattered. I found myself wondering if I would ever fully experience those wonderful feelings between my legs that had recently become such a major part of my life. All I could do was cry out my sorrow on Mai's sympathetic shoulder.

Thankfully, Mai did not agree that the situation was totally hopeless. She allowed me to continue my self-indulgent bawling for a few minutes before she shook free of my grasp and gave me a stern look.

"Okay, Lana, I've put up with you feeling sorry for yourself long enough. If you had allowed me to finish talking before you buried yourself behind your tears, you might have realized that I didn't think your quest was totally hopeless. If we both put our minds to it, we just might come up with a solution that might work. That is what we did in your mother's case. Let's not get suicidal about this thing until we have gone over all the possibilities. Okay?" she said, her voice again taking on a comforting tone.

"Oh, Mai, you're so good to me. Yes, let's see if there is something we can do. I don't seem to have any ideas. Do you have any?" I asked, feeling my mood become more positive for the first time in weeks.

"I think that if you were to hit your father right between the eyes with your unusual request, he would be likely to rebel against it, and possibly harbor ill feelings toward you for wanting him, and toward me for suggesting it. What we want to do is make him desire you without him realizing what is happening. In the beginning if he should respond, you probably won't notice any change, and there won't be any sexual overture from him. But if these little sex shows were to continue, it is quite possible that subconsciously he will build up a real compulsion to make love to you. Once this becomes the case, it should be easy to pick a time when he will have his guard down, and be free from the guilt of an incestuous encounter," Mai suggested, thinking through her idea out loud.

I hugged the blonde-haired beauty tightly, and kissed her lips with gratitude. She had hit on the perfect idea, and, even if it did not work, I could see that it would be fun trying. I had begun to believe that I might be a little bit of an exhibitionist, and to exhibit my sexuality to my father promised to be a real turn-on. I could hardly wait for him to return home so that I might begin the initial steps that just might lead to the living out of my fantasy.

While these thoughts were going through my mind, I realized that my lips were still locked together with Mai's. Her tongue had forced its way into my mouth, I could tell that her passion was building. Once I caught on to what was happening, I allowed myself to follow her erotic lead and meet her tongue with mine. It was only moments before we had our flimsy night clothes stripped from our bodies, and began pleasuring each other for the first time since the night Mother had died.

Mai and I made love for the next couple of hours. A new, bright day was dawning in my life. Not only had I resumed the loving relationship with my father's mistress, but, also, had a very visible plan to use in quest of my number-one fantasy.

Daddy and Lonnie returned later that afternoon. I could hardly wait to begin my subtle seduction. I greeted him at the door in a pair of super-tight, cut-off jeans and a flimsy halter top. He was quite taken aback when I hugged him tightly and covered his face with tiny kisses.

"Wow!" he said, breaking the embrace, obviously slightly embarrassed. "That is what I call a greeting. What do I deserve this wonderful attention and welcome for?"

"Just because I love you, Daddy. I'm afraid that since Mother died, I haven't had much of a chance to show you. From now on, I'm going to show you as often as I can," I said.

"With children like you two," Daddy stated, putting an arm around each of us and walking into the living room, "I feel like the luckiest man alive. I know that the last few years have been very difficult for you because of your mother's illness, but from now on, I promise you, I'm going to make up for every moment we didn't do the things that a family does together. How about it, gang? Are you with me?"

"We're with you all the way!" Lonnie and I squealed in unison.

The only thing I would have traded that moment for was to finally be in bed with Daddy.

The four of us had a marvelous dinner that night, complete with champagne. Mai told funny stories about some of the interviews she had done with famous people, and Daddy talked about the weird personalities he had dealt with during his years in show business. We all got a little drunk on the wine, and managed to have a terrific time.

It was quite evident to me that my brother had more on his mind than the happy conversation going on around the table. He couldn't keep his eyes off Mai or me. Being with my father all day had definitely put him in a mood to spend the night with a feminine companion. Since Daddy was very loving toward Mai, and probably couldn't wait to get between her legs, I was most likely going to be my brother's sexual target for the evening.

This proved correct when he and I cleared the table and brought the dishes into the kitchen. While my back was to him at the sink, he snuck up behind me and embraced me from behind. I immediately felt his hard cock press against my buttocks as he began kissing the back of my neck.

I had to admit that the prospect of having some kind of sex that night was very much on my mind. The time that Mai and I had spent together earlier seemed like no more than a warm-up for what my body was now demanding. Of course, it was not Lonnie who was my main sexual interest but Daddy. Although that was the case, I had no intention of rejecting my brother. I was realistic enough to understand that I was not going to reach my goal in one night. But, on the other hand, I didn't intend to fall asleep in a state of sexual excitement.

"Let's go to your room and fool around," Lonnie whispered in my ear.

"Why don't we hang around Mai and Daddy for a while? We can always go upstairs later," I answered.

"Oh, Lana," he moaned.

I wanted to moan, too, but I didn't want to spur him on. He was already using one hand on my breasts, while his other hand was seeking out the source of heat between my legs. My nipples were hard and tingly. I could also feel my crotch start to moisten and become more sensitive to his persistent touch. With more control than I thought I possessed, I shook off his hands, giving him a sexy smile. And just so he wouldn't forget that I had plans for him later, I squeezed the obvious cock-bulge that showed through his jeans. Once again, he moaned.

When I returned to the dining room, I knew that I was displaying the signs of my sexual arousal. My skin was flushed and my nipples protruded from the light material of the halter top. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me, but I knew that if I returned his gaze, he would probably turn away in embarrassment. Instead, I focused my attention on Mai, and watched as she gave me a knowing wink. Lonnie remained in the kitchen a few minutes longer, apparently waiting for his erection to subside.

The next hour was filled with more conversation and laughter. But the longer it went on, the more uncomfortable I was becoming. I was sitting across from my father, and every once in a while caught him staring at my straining breasts. Noticing this, I decided to give him an even better view of my body. I backed my chair against the wall, and commenced to sit Indian-style. This would allow my pussy mound to be prominently revealed under the tight material of my cut-offs. This position also brought the seam of the heavy denim snuggly between my puffy outer cunt lips. Not only was I giving my father an almost unobstructed view, but every time I made the slightest move, the seam would brush against my swollen clit. If it was not for the fact that I was wearing a pair of absorbent cotton panties, his eyes would have also beheld the sight of a growing stain in my crotch.

"Why don't we all go downstairs, and get comfortable?" Mai suggested.

We all agreed that it was a good idea. But before we left for the den, Mai said that she wanted to change into her night clothes so she could better relax. I took up her lead and said that I, too, was going to change, and would meet everyone downstairs in a few minutes.

I hurried to my room, knowing exactly what I was going to wear. Once I was behind the door to my room, the temptation to relieve myself of my growing excitement by masturbation was overwhelming. But once again, I summoned up all of my self-control and put those delicious moments off till later. Instead, I quickly stripped off my day clothes and put on my white, baby-doll pajamas with matching panties. The material, though very thin, would only reveal my naked flesh if I silhouetted myself in front of a bright light. It was definitely an erotic outfit for mixed company, but it could be innocently seen as proper night clothes for a young girl. The hint was there, but it was not blatant.

When I returned to the den, Daddy and Mai were sitting close together on the couch while Lonnie sat alone in an easy chair. Soft music was coming from the stereo, and the lights had been dimmed. Mai had changed into a long hostess gown that looked thinner than the filmy material of my own baby-dolls. I couldn't help wonder if Daddy was going to catch on to our manipulations.

We sat for a while, listening to the romantic music before Mai got up, pulled my brother to his feet, and began dancing with him. I could see that Lonnie was slightly embarrassed, and because he wanted to avoid a highly charged situation, kept Mai at arm's distance.

"Lana, honey," Daddy said, taking my attention from the slowly gliding couple, "do you think you might give your old man this dance?"

"Oh, Daddy, I'll dance with you anytime," I replied, feeling my skin flush at the heavenly idea.

My father held me quite a bit closer than Lonnie was holding Mai, but other than being wrapped in his arms, our bodies stayed slightly apart. I didn't want to force the issue, so instead, I concentrated on following his smooth lead. He was a very good dancer.

When the song ended, I expected to resume my position on the couch, but Daddy seemed to have other ideas. He must have known what the next song was going to be because he didn't break our loose embrace. The song was "Daddy's Little Girl". I had always loved the way Wayne Newton sang it, and now that I was dancing with my father to the highly emotional strains, I couldn't help but push myself closer to my daddy's body.

He did not pull back from my closer presence. The smell of his aftershave filled my nostrils, and his sweet breath played upon my neck. If I would have been able to watch us dance, I knew I would have thought us lovers. I never wanted the song to end.

Not only was I on an emotional high, but I was also getting very turned on. The thin garments that I was wearing almost made me feel naked. My nipples were like knife points trying to cut their way through his chest, and my molten center spewed great amounts of my boiling sex juice. I could tell that the crotch of my thin bikinis was already soaked through.

I was not the only one, it seemed, who was experiencing a reaction from our closeness. Daddy's breathing had definitely become more rapid, and if I turned a certain way, I was almost positive that I could feel his hardened penis poking at my tummy. The temptation to stand on my tiptoes and grind my wanting cunt into that throbbing, paternal member was almost too much to bear.

Too soon, though, I think my father began to realize what was happening because, with an almost undetectable maneuver, the contact between us was broken. I thought my heart was breaking, too. If it wasn't for the fact that I opened my eyes and saw Mai give me the thumbs-up sign, I probably would have had to flee the room, crying uncontrollably. Fortunately, I remembered that Mai had said it might be a long-term plan, a plan that had to use the subtle psychology of understated suggestion, rather than the immediacy of instant gratification. Thankfully, these memories held back my tears of frustration.

The song ended. Daddy, acting very gallant, stepped back and gracefully bowed. I appreciatively smiled, and gave him a very lady-like curtsy in return. When I did my little bow, my eyes went right to his crotch in search of the possibility he was sporting an erection caused by the close contact of his daughter. I wasn't disappointed. Although it already appeared to be fading back to its non-sexual state, it had definitely been hard. I wanted to jump on the couch and scream my thanks to the heavens. But instead, I calmly resumed my position on the corner of the couch.

After a few moments of pleasant daydreaming, Lonnie caught my attention, and with a motion of his hand, expressed his desire that we should leave and let Mai and Daddy enjoy some privacy. I knew what his real intention was, but now that I had implanted the first hint into the sexual segment of my father's mind, I was more than ready to take Lonnie up on his suggestion. Standing up, we excused ourselves for the night. Neither Daddy nor Mai appeared to be overly disappointed that they were going to be left alone. I gave the couple the benefit of my best exit wiggle.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The walk to my room was a turn-on in itself. Lonnie could not seem to keep his hands off me. All the places that had been sexually warmed by the dance with my father were now burning from the touch of my brother. When his hand found my dripping crotch from behind as we climbed the stairs, I had to firmly grip the banister in order not to fall from the thrill that ran through my body. There was no doubt that I was in need of quick relief for my fevered being.

As soon as we entered my room and closed the door, we fell into each other's arms and began passionately kissing. His hands were running up and down my back, and I could feel his jean-covered cock pressing hard against my panty-clad cunt. I wanted very much for both of us to be naked, so I attacked the fasteners and zipper of his clothing. I found that I was fumbling in my agitated state, so instead, I stepped away from him, and pulled my own gown over my head and tossed it blindly into some far corner of my room.

Lonnie was just as rapidly shedding his own clothes. I couldn't help but notice what a fine build my brother had. His love of athletics kept his muscles well-toned. But the best part of him was his mighty, manly prick. Once his pants and jockey shorts were puddled around his ankles, that wonderful pleasure object appeared in all its splendor. It pointed straight at the ceiling, ready for anyplace I wanted to put it.

I peeled the soaking panties from my body, waited for a moment while he stepped from his discarded garments, and rushed back into his arms. Again we held each other tight, and resumed our tongue-fucking kiss. The only movement was the slight friction of our sexual parts against one another's. I wanted desperately to have his beautiful cock stuck deep into my cunt, but I held back, knowing that that special place was earmarked for Daddy's generously sized member.

My brother maneuvered me to the foot of the bed and gave the slightest shove. I toppled back upon the bed, and was quickly covered by Lonnie. Soon, his mouth and tongue began replacing his hands as the primary pleasure-givers. He was licking and sucking, and even gently biting my swollen nipples, while his hands skillfully kneaded the softer tit-flesh. My fevered pussy was also crying out for attention, and since his hands and mouth were quite busy, I took his throbbing prick and rubbed it up and down inside my steamy, slick cunt slit.

Almost immediately, the initial tremors of orgasm began to mount in me. I concentrated his swollen cockhead on the bursting nub of my clit. Right away I was out of control. The pushing, slamming, and sliding motion of his prick against my most sensitive organ was rapidly bringing on the physical onslaught of my climax.

"Oh wow! Oh wow! I'm coming already! Suck my tits! Bite them! Fuck my clit with your beautiful prick! I'm coming!" I screamed.

I don't know if Mai or my father heard my bloodcurdling yell, but at that body-spasming moment, I couldn't care less.

When I recovered my senses, I realized that Lonnie was trying to work his prick between my puffy cunt lips and into my still-convulsing vagina. Still feeling terribly horny, even though I had just orgasmed, I was almost tempted to let him continue until he finally owned my cherry. It was more than with a little bit of sorrow that I had to refuse his entry.

"Oh, Lonnie, please don't do that," I pleaded, trying to turn my body away and close my legs. "I want to save it for someone else."

"Come on, Lana, you know you'll enjoy it. What is the big deal about who goes first? I'll be gentle, I promise," he said.

"No, Lonnie! That is my final word on the subject. I'll let you fuck me someday. You know I love your big, hard cock. Just have a little patience. Okay?" I replied, not wanting to totally reject him.

He rolled off my body, turned onto his stomach, and began to sulk. I didn't want our sex session to end so quickly and on this kind of negative note.

"Listen to me, Brother dear," I said, an idea taking shape in my mind, "remember when Mai and I had to torture you to go along with us in taking care of Mother? Did you like the feeling of having those things put up your asshole?"

My question appeared to have a positive effect on him. He turned on his side, then thought for a second. His cock, which had begun to shrink after my rejection, was once again coming back to life.

"Yes, I remember. What is it to you?" he shot back, still in the throes of his little-boy tantrum.

"I don't know," I answered, "it's just that I really enjoyed watching it happen."

"It hurt in the beginning," he said, "but after they were in for a while, I kind of liked the way they felt. As a matter of fact, if I didn't have that damn cock-ring on, I probably would have come as soon as I began feeling comfortable with it inside of me. What does that have to do with what is happening or, to be more precise, what is not happening?"

"Well, since that first night, when you put your finger inside my asshole, I've yearned to take something larger. If you are up to it, and I can see you are, why don't you fuck me in the ass instead of my pussy?" I asked, seeing his eyes immediately light up at my suggestion.

"Do you really mean it?" he questioned, not able to hide the glee in his voice.

Instead of giving him an answer, I rolled to my knees, turned my ass in his direction, and pulled my buttocks apart, giving him an unobstructed view of my asshole. Just thinking about what was going to happen was turning my body into jelly. And listening to Lonnie maneuvering to get into position told me that he, too, was being overpowered by the desire to try a new sexual endeavor.

I could feel the bed move as he crawled between my legs. While he was trying to find the most comfortable position to begin his assault, his swinging cock and balls were making exquisite contact between my thighs. Finally, he had himself lined up and was guiding his swollen cockhead to my puckered porthole. That first touch was electric. But, almost immediately, I realized it was going to be a chore to get such a large object into so tight a space. I let him try to work it in for a few moments, but eventually, I had to pull away because it was beginning to hurt. It was quite depressing to find out that not even this fantasy was likely to be made a reality.

"Stop, Lonnie!" I commanded. "It hurts too much. I guess we're going to have to forget about it."

"Hold it just the way you are for a minute. I have an idea. Let me give it a try," he said.

Since I really wanted that beautiful cock inside me, I kept my position, and allowed him to have a go at what he had in mind. Still holding my ass cheeks far apart, I almost jumped when I felt his hand upon the heated tissue of my sopping cunt. It was obvious that he was trying to get me in the mood again. I had to admit, he was on the right track. He touched and caressed my cunt, working his way closer and closer to my resurgent clitoris. I thought, at first, that he had forgotten about the original mission, and, instead, was going to give me the more traditional finger-fuck.

I was wrong. While one hand continued to massage my little joy button, I felt an entirely new sensation in the deep center of my ass... Lonnie was using his tongue on me. He started with long, wet strokes, beginning at the top of my crack and ending at that small piece of skin that bridged my two holes. Every time his wonderful tongue touched the sensitive anal flesh, I twinged with erotic delight. I wanted him to give his total concentration to that puckered little hole, and, thankfully, I was getting my wish.

When he began flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, I was raised to the next level of pleasure. All the feelings that were usually reserved for the stimulation of my pussy seemed to have been transferred to the pink flesh of my nether hole.

"Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie, don't stop! It feels sooo great!" I cried, ecstatic with his lingual technique.

But the best was yet to come. After poking furiously with his tongue for a few wonderful minutes, he stiffened his pleasure-giving tongue and tried to drive it through the heavily muscled ring. Like magic, I felt my tiny hole begin to relax and open for his thrusting tongue. I could feel him forcing in gobs of his slick saliva. It was then that I realized what his ass-eating was trying to accomplish.

Lonnie continued in this vein for a while before replacing that marvelous organ with a slick finger. At first, I missed the sensation of the hot, darting tongue, but when his finger slid effortlessly into me, I forgot it. Lonnie stroked it in and out, getting my hungry hips to meet his incoming thrusts. When he slipped in a second finger, I was amazed that there was none of the pain that I had experienced when he had tried to gain entry with his huge, swollen prick. I could have had this go on indefinitely, but that was not going to be the case. My brother had other ideas in mind.

And now that I was totally lubricated and relaxed, not to mention highly aroused, he was ready to try to ass-fuck me again. My brother was proving to be a very considerate lover.

Once more I could feel him bring himself into position. The big difference, this time, was that he didn't immediately go right for my asshole. Instead, he took his ready cock in his hand and began lubricating its entire length by continuously running it through the puddles of sex juice that had accumulated in my cunt slit. Every time he made contact with my clit, my hips involuntarily backed closer to him in invitation. If I was ever going to be ready, this was the time.

Both Lonnie's cock and my asshole were well-lubed. He brought the head of his monstrous organ back into line, causing me to flinch when it made contact with my ultra-sensitive nether flesh. Then he pushed. The pain that I had encountered earlier returned, but before I could pull away, he shoved his hips forward and entered me. I could tell that only his thick mushroomed-head was inside, but, somehow, I knew the most difficult part was over.

Lonnie didn't attempt to start fucking me right away. Instead, he let me get used to the new feeling of fullness, and to wait and see if the pain was going to lessen. What I didn't know, of course, was that he was fighting to control the timing of his orgasm. Not only did he want it to be memorable for him, but for me, too.

Amazingly, the pain soon disappeared. I wiggled my hips slightly, giving him the go-ahead to continue his journey through my virgin asshole. And continue, he did. Inch by slow-moving inch, he pushed his way in until his thick cock was totally sheathed in my hot, back-door hole.

Lonnie's cock was splitting me apart, beautifully. The feeling of absolute fullness was one of the most enjoyable sensations I had ever experienced. If it was like this in my asshole, I could only imagine how it was going to feel when I had a cock deep inside my steamy little pussy.

Just like when he first sliced his way through the outer ring of my asshole, he stopped all motion and rested. As a matter of fact, it was me who resumed my first, thrilling ass-fuck. I pulled away from him slightly, allowing his rock-hard staff to withdraw halfway out. Once reaching this position, I momentarily stopped before pushing my ass back and reseating him again to the hilt. I continued doing this until Lonnie began picking up my slow rhythm and thrusting ahead, meeting me halfway.

The slow stroking soon began to increase as both of our bodies needed the release that only the rapid frictioning would cause. With one hand on top of my head to maintain my position, Lonnie used his other hand to tweak my clit to the same ass-fucking tempo. Before I ever began to notice the first signs of my climax, I already knew it was going to be the best one of my short sexual life. I could feel his swinging, cum-laden balls striking at the hanging lips of my pussy as he really began to fuck me in earnest.

I wanted to scream out my pleasure, but refrained, knowing the possible consequences. Lonnie's breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps as his powerful cock-strokes got faster and faster.

"Oh, Lana, your tight asshole is going to milk the cum right out of my balls! Fuck me with your asshole! Faster! Faster! Oh fuck, here I come!" he squealed.

I was right with him. My spasms of delight had already started, and nothing could interrupt my body's natural course. His cock was sunk to my farthest depths when I could feel it begin to throb. Finally, with one last groan, his wonderful pleasure organ started to spurt its hot load within me. My asshole was convulsing like a spring with the tension suddenly released, biting again and again at my brother's imprisoned cock. I thought I would never cease climaxing.

It was probably several minutes before either of us had recovered. When I finally did, I realized his shrinking organ was still buried inside of me. I didn't want it to leave, but my natural reaction was to push the foreign object out. He left me with a load, and I began to feel his cooling jism start its journey back out through my rectum. It felt fantastic as it soothed my sore and burning ass-flesh.

Although it had been my ass that was fucked, I couldn't help but believe that it was a fuck, no matter where it had taken place. I was feeling very good about myself, and the thought that I might allow my brother to dip his magic wand into my virgin pool did cross my mind. But fortunately, I thought better of the idea, and instead, crawled next to him and took his exhausted body into my own tired arms.

At that wonderful moment, I realized I loved him more than a sister normally loves her brother. It was true that we were twins, but that still couldn't account for the tremendous emotion I felt for him. Even though I wanted to fuck my father, it was my brother, Lonnie, whom I never wanted to be away from. I let him know this with the soft little kisses I showered upon his face.

"Lonnie, my brother, my sweetheart, my lover, that was the most pleasure I have ever received. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for not only the wonderful times you have given me but, also, the times we are going to share in the future," I whispered in his ear, stopping occasionally to nibble at his earlobe.

"Oh, Lana, I wish there was some way I could show you how much I love you. Mai and the other girls I've screwed can't hold a candle to you. I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he replied, hugging me close with his strong, supple arms.

"Oh yes, Lonnie, I understand exactly what you are saying. I want the same thing, and I feel the same way about you," I said. "But the one thing you must understand and deal with is the fact that I want Daddy to be the first man to fuck my pussy."

"You what?" he asked, the tone of his voice registering his disbelief.

"Oh, please, Lonnie, I have had this fantasy for so long. Won't you let me go after my impossible dream. Try to understand. I love you, but I need Daddy to do this. Please?" I begged, wanting his approval more than anything.

Lonnie rolled away from me in a sulk. He turned his back and refused to acknowledge my pleadings. It seems that once you have found the things you really wanted in life, there was a string attached that brought down sorrow upon the glow of triumph. Life was truly unfair.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

After I had told Lonnie who I picked to relieve me of my virginity, he pouted for a few minutes, then got off the bed and silently left my room. I was just not able to find the words that would have made him understand. We had engaged in the best sex of our young lives, and now it was forgotten in lieu of my revelation about Daddy. Fortunately, the frenzied sex had tired me to the point where sleep, at least, temporarily took my mind off my new problem.

But the next morning found the situation with Lonnie unsolved. I tried not to dwell on it, and instead, concentrated on ways to continue my plan for seducing my father. I believed that once my cherry was a condition of the past, I could bring my brother back into the fold, and we could live out our lives in the bliss we had envisioned in my bed the night before.

So, even though the problem with Lonnie remained unsolved, I had a good feeling about what this day might bring. We planned to stay home and relax in the large backyard behind out house. The weather cooperated, giving us the warmest day of the year. This meant that everyone could get away with wearing light clothes. Yes, I thought, it was going to be a good day to continue my seductive assault on Daddy's sexual senses.

I put on my discarded baby-dolls from the night before to walk to the bathroom for my morning shower. Just in case my father was already up, he would catch an eyeful of my young body that might jolt him back to the memories of the preceding night. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to be awake.

After I finished my shower, I decided to wrap myself in a towel for the trip back to my room. I heard someone stirring, and tried to hurry, not wanting to inconvenience anyone by hogging the bathroom, and forcing them to use the one downstairs. As I turned the corner in the hallway, I saw my father quietly closing his bedroom door, obviously not wanting to disturb a still-sleeping Mai. All he was wearing was a pair of thin cotton pajamas.

I loosened the towel a little, ran up to him, and gave him an early-morning hug. He held me for a moment, and gave me a fatherly kiss on the forehead. We exchanged the greetings of the morning, and both mentioned how much we had enjoyed the night before. As we were disengaging ourselves from each other, I gave a slight shrug, and allowed the towel to open and fall to the floor. I quickly turned my back to him, feigning embarrassment, then bent over to retrieve the covering. I could tell he was uncomfortable with my nakedness, but I could tell that he couldn't take his eyes off me. And when I was bent over, I could feel his gaze fall on my exposed crotch. I muttered something about being clumsy, and ran toward my room without recovering myself, leaving Daddy standing with his mouth agape. It was definitely starting off to be a terrific day, I thought.

Once back in my room, I was tempted to celebrate my early-morning triumph by masturbating my already-aroused flesh, but I thought better of it, not wanting to wear myself out so early in the day. While dressing, though, I noticed that I had left my nightclothes balled up on the floor of the bathroom. It would be a good excuse to return and, this time, spy on my father's nakedness.

As I approached the bathroom, I could hear the shower running. The door was unlocked, and when I quietly entered, I was totally unprepared for the sight I beheld. There were glass doors in the shower, and if they weren't fogged with steam, you were able to see inside. Since Daddy was not in the habit of taking a really hot shower, the windows were still clear, affording me an unobstructed view.

Because of the noise the cascading water caused, he didn't hear me enter. And even if the water had not been running, he probably still would not have noticed that he was not alone. It seemed that he'd found the discarded panties from my baby-dolls, had taken them into the shower and was rubbing them on his face. His other hand was frantically jacking-off his monstrous erection. It almost looked like he was sniffing and licking the crotch of my underwear.

I was stunned by what I was seeing. My feet were frozen to the floor, and the only movement I made was the fast one of my hand seeking out the sensitive and now-heated place between my legs. The temptation to strip off my clothes and join him in the shower was overwhelming, but, fortunately, my feet stayed rooted as I remained mesmerized by the activity in front of me. The thought that I should leave flashed through my mind, but, again, I stood where I was, silently watching.

Just then, my father's body trembled, and he fell sideways against the far shower wall. I knew that he had just come and even though I didn't see the thick cream shoot from his beautiful cock, I imagined it spurting deep inside my vaginal canal. My panties were still covering his face, and I decided to leave before he noticed me. I picked up the top part of my baby-dolls, and silently closed the bathroom door behind me. With my legs feeling like rubber, I stumbled back to my room.

I was glad that I had retrieved my garment. When he stepped out of the shower, he would realize that I had returned to get it. He would immediately suspect that I had seen what he was doing. My plan of seduction was working better than I could have ever hoped for. He had seen me nude, and he would probably assume that I had seen his activity in the shower.

Unlike the first time when I had returned after he saw me nude and refused to masturbate, I knew that I was going to be unable to refrain this time. My fresh underwear was already soaked through, and I was more turned on than I could ever remember being before.

I stripped off my jeans and reclined on the bed. I kept my panties on. I figured that I might leave them someplace Daddy might find them, and repeat his actions of the morning. It could only help instill the sexual hint deeper into his mind.

I twisted the thin material of the panty crotch into a tight band, and fed it between my puffy cunt lips. The feel of the material on my clit was almost enough to send me into the tremors of orgasm immediately. Then came a faint knocking at the door.

Before I could acknowledge that I was unable, at that moment, to answer, the door flew open, and my father, once again clad in his pajama bottoms, filled the frame. He had the baby-doll panties in his hand, and was obviously going to give them back to me. There was absolutely nothing I could do except cease whipsawing the sodden underwear crotch back and forth across my pussy-flesh. It was evident that he knew what I was doing because his eyes remained fixed on that area between my legs. He appeared speechless and on the verge of shock. I didn't say a word as I, too, was almost in a state of shock. Anyway, what can you say when your father catches you masturbating, knowing there is a very real possibility that you had just seen him do the same thing?

Although the awkward moment seemed to last for hours, I knew that it was really only a few seconds. My Daddy finally ended it by calmly dropping the garment on the floor, and leaving my room. But before he had gone, I saw that his cock was again growing, tenting the thin material of his pajamas. All I could do was resume what I had been doing before the interruption. My climax was great.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The breakfast-table conversation that Sunday morning was unusually non-existent. I could see that Lonnie was still upset with me, and my father appeared to be in deep thought. Mai tried to get things going, but saw that it was useless and concentrated, instead, on eating. I could tell she suspected that something had happened, but not in her wildest dreams could she accurately guess what it was. I searched my father's face to see if there was any reaction on his part, but other than not returning my gaze, he made it appear that nothing was wrong. I was powerless to do anything. All I could do was weather the storm.

After our very quiet breakfast, we all decided to leave the close confines of the house for the wide-open spaces of our backyard. Daddy and Lonnie spent most of the morning reclining in lawn chairs and reading the Times, while Mai and I halfheartedly tossed around a frisbee.

Nobody seemed to want to talk, and all questions or attempts at conversation with my father and Lonnie were met with one-word answers or simple grunts.

It was only when the frisbee sailed over my head and landed, unseen, in the bushes next door that Mai and I had a chance to talk out of earshot of the men. I quickly told her about the wonderful time that I had had the night before the dance with my father and then my first ass-fuck with Lonnie. I also mentioned the early-morning scenes with my father.

"Oh, that explains why everyone is acting so standoffish this morning. I don't know how your father feels, but I know last night was one of the-all-time-best sexual nights of my life. After you and Lonnie left, following your dance, your father was almost uncontrollable with passion. He just couldn't get enough of me. I truly loved every sucking and fucking moment. Now you've got me wondering if that dance with your daddy might have had a lot to do with it," Mai said, looking at me in a different light.

"Do you really think he might have been turned on by me last night?" I asked.

"Could be," she answered.

"Yeah, I guess it could go a long way in explaining what happened this morning. Now I just have to figure a good way to keep the momentum going. I definitely don't want to screw up what has already been accomplished in so short a time," I replied.

"I agree," Mai stated, "and if we play our cards right, today, we can continue to force the issue. As a matter of fact, Lana, I just might know a way we can keep your father on a sexual edge."

"Oh Mai, tell me," I pleaded, hardly able to control myself.

"Well, I don't have it entirely worked out yet, but if you follow my lead, something just might happen," she explained.

"You know me, Mai, I'm pretty quick on the uptake," I replied excitedly.

"By the way," Mai continued before we walked back to our yard, "don't worry about Lonnie. Once we get this virgin business out of the way and with a little persuasion from me, I'm sure he'll get over his broken heart."

We went back to throwing the frisbee when Mai, for the second time, glided the saucer over my head and into the bushes next door.

"One more thing," she said as she raced me to the toy, "just in case things happen very quickly, today, you might possibly be taking the chance of getting pregnant."

"Oh, Mai," I giggled, "I'd put myself in a life and death situation for a shot at this. If something does happen, we'll pray together."

"As long as you realize what you're doing," Mai replied, laughing right along with me.

We soon became tired of our frisbee game, and walked over to where Daddy and Lonnie were still absorbed in their newspaper. I tried again to start a conversation, but was rebuffed in my attempt. I looked at Mai with a helpless expression on my face. Instead of returning my look of frustration, she smiled and winked, then she startled everyone by leaping from her chair and running into the house. I had no idea what was on her mind. And I could see that the men were just as confused as I was.

It was fifteen minutes before she returned. She was carrying a tray that held a pitcher filled with liquid and four glasses.

"Bloody Mary time," she announced. "The perfect drink to end the Sunday-morning blues."

Almost immediately, after we all had a few sips, the atmosphere began to thaw. Although the conversation touched on harmless subjects and avoided sex, it was still better than not talking at all. In the space of one half-hour, the pitcher was empty, and Mai was on her way to get a refill. During the time we awaited her return, I caught Daddy staring at me with a far-off look in his eyes. It was almost as if he was dreaming with his eyes wide-open. When he saw that I was watching him watching me, he quickly turned away, his face flushed in what I figured could only be embarrassment. I couldn't help hoping that he was becoming as obsessed with making love to me as I was in having him make love to me.

Mai returned with the refill, and we soon put a substantial dent in that one, as well. The alcohol was rapidly having an effect on me, and by the action of the others, it appeared that they were also affected by the strong mix. We were all laughing and joking, and if nothing else was to happen for the rest of the day, it would still be considered a fun morning.

Mai, though, had other ideas. She grabbed the frisbee from the picnic table, and shouted that we girls would have no trouble keeping the plastic saucer from the 'grubby' hands of the men. I was able to jump from my chair a split-second before the men, and be in a position to receive Mai's perfect pass. Lonnie was in hot pursuit, but his dive was too late to upset my return pass to Mai. We were able to keep the gliding frisbee away from the men for nearly five minutes. Lonnie tackled me while Daddy brought down Mai.

It took a moment to realize that my brother was being abnormally rough on me. While keeping me pinned to the ground, waiting for Daddy to retrieve the disk from Mai, Lonnie reached beneath me and pinched my nipples while his other hand grabbed at my thighs and ass.

I squealed my disapproval, but, I'm sure that Daddy and Mai did not take notice due to their own gay combat. I was certain he was trying to punish me for my revealing admission of the night before. Since I was not going to get any help from Mai or my father, I was forced to manage my own escape. I reached between Lonnie's legs, felt for his heavy balls and, having found them, gave a very firm squeeze. He bellowed out in pain, allowing me to crawl clear of his wounded body. I headed straight for Mai and Daddy, thinking that I could be of help in rescuing my partner.

As I approached, I could see that Daddy was doing the same thing to Mai that Lonnie had been doing to me, only he was being much more gentle. Diving on his back, I immediately began tickling the expanse of skin below his ribs. My father was terribly ticklish and I was quickly rewarded for my efforts. Mai was able to sneak from beneath his convulsing body as I continued my torturous attack. I was hoping that Mai would be able to detain my recovering brother while I wrestled intimately with my father.

Mai knew exactly what was on my mind because she immediately went on the attack against my brother. Unfortunately, while I took the time to check out the other couple's progress, my father was able to reverse his defensive position to one of offense, and began giving me a taste of my own medicine. He started by finding my own ticklish areas and proceeded to give me an unmerciful going-over. My arms were kept immobile by one of his large hands and his weight, straddling my waist, kept me from moving away.

Tears were rolling down my face as my laughter was reaching a hysterical level. But even though I was caught up in my wild, convulsive laughter, I could still feel my father's tickling hand occasionally brush up against my breasts. At first I assumed it was accidental because of the way my body was thrashing to and fro, but even after he was in full control, the cheap feels continued. I knew that if I was not being tortured by laughter, I would have probably moaned with delight. I cursed myself for deciding to wear a bra that morning.

I was just reaching the point where I was about to wet my pants when everything caved in on top of me. Mai and Lonnie had decided to join our mound of flesh. Their combined weight had collapsed my father on top of me. I was just about to scream out with the pain I was expecting to feel when I realized that Daddy was bridging my body, allowing only a minimum of pressure to descend upon me. Everyone was laughing.

While lying on my back, with my daddy twisted above me, I experienced the sensation of a stray hand working its way down my stomach and toward my magic center. I had no idea whose it was, but I definitely had my hopes. It was a gentle hand, and it caressed my plump mound with a great deal of tenderness. My hips rose, practically on their own, in an invitation for the hand to continue its joy-giving work.

Being anonymous in our pile of bodies, I, too, began to let my hand wander in a quest to find the sensitive flesh between Daddy's legs. I struck out in the direction of where I thought his crotch might be, and was soon rewarded with the feel of a swollen penis clothed in jeans. I not only wanted to get my hand inside those jeans, but, also, have the hand playing in my crotch find its way inside mine. Unfortunately, everyone was too contorted to allow such a maneuver. I had to accept what I was getting... The only question that remained was whose hand was between my legs and whose legs was my hand between. It was just too difficult to determine cock size through the thick denim material. All I could do was give a little bit of pleasure in return for what I was so gladly receiving.

All too quickly the hand disappeared from my crotch, and everyone began shifting in an effort to get to their feet. I reluctantly withdrew my own hand, not wanting to cause undo embarrassment. I figured that once I was on my feet, I would check the crotches of both males to see if there might be the signs of a telltale bulge. Using my best furtive glance, I swept my eyes between the legs of the now-standing men. I saw immediately that my father was sporting a very obvious bulge. I thought that I was about to burst with happiness until I noticed that my brother also had a hardon framed by his jeans. The mystery would never be solved.

All four of us were perspiring heavily from our athletic exertions. We returned to the picnic table to refresh ourselves with the remainder of the Bloody Marys. Our clothes were severely grass-stained and disheveled from the rollicking contact. I knew that any minute I was going to be itching like crazy from the dirt and grass that had worked its way underneath my blouse and jeans. It was at this point that I noticed Mai was not with us at the table.

Evidently no one else had noticed either because the next sensation we were assaulted with was the feel of cold water being sprayed on our overheated bodies. It seemed Mai had found the garden hose and was giving us an impromptu shower. In a matter of seconds, our clothes were thoroughly soaked. The three of us leaped from the table, and fought our way through the powerful stream of water in the hope of wrestling the hose away from our torturer. Daddy reached her first, and successfully took it from her while Lonnie and I grabbed for her arms. We held her firmly between us, ignoring her pleas for mercy. Daddy took no mercy on her, though, and commenced giving her more than she gave. Now we were all drenched. We stood around and laughed at each other's water-logged appearance.

We were definitely a sight. Our jeans must have weighed twenty pounds, and our shirts and blouses were plastered to our bodies. Our hair hung limp on our faces, and we were beginning to realize how uncomfortable it was to be soaking-wet.

"Well, I don't know about any of you, but I'm going inside to change," Mai announced, heading off toward the house.

"No one is going into the house until they dry off. I don't want the rugs to get stained," Daddy called to her. "We'll just have to wait a few minutes and allow the sun to dry us a bit."

Mai turned around, and I could plainly see that her tits were visible beneath her blouse. She was not wearing a bra, and the soaked material made it look like she was dressed in plastic wrap. Surprisingly, it did not seem to bother my father that she was practically naked from the waist up. As far as Lonnie was concerned, he couldn't keep his eyes off those luscious tits. Even my brother's reaction didn't seem to bother my father.

"Oh, Bob, have a heart," Mai pleaded. "At least let me go into the kitchen and make another batch of Bloody Marys."

"We can wait a minute, Mai. Just give those jeans a while to drain," he commanded.

She gave my father an irritated look, but did not answer him back. For a few moments she stood half-way between the house and where we were, caught up in her own thoughts. Then, instead of returning to the table, Mai undid her jeans and quickly stepped away from them, leaving them crumpled on the lawn. The three of us watched in amazement as she turned away and marched toward the house.

Just like that night when Mai did her seductive striptease for Lonnie and I, she was wearing the skimpy G-string in place of her panties. From the rear, it looked like she wasn't wearing anything because the band was twisted deep inside the crack of her ass. No one said a word as the swaying buttocks disappeared inside the house. Eventually Daddy gave a "what can I do" shrug and returned to the table. Lonnie and I gaped in awe at the conduct of the brazen woman. The funny thing, though, was not that we were only in awe of Mai, but the cool way our father reacted to the display. And if that wasn't enough, before he sat down, he, too, removed his jeans and shirt. His underwear was also drenched and before he sat down, I was able to see his soft penis surrounded by the dark forest of his pubic hair.

I was just getting over the shock of the last few minutes when Mai returned with the third pitcher of refreshments. I had expected that she would have changed into dry clothes, but I was mistaken. If my father appeared naked in his undershorts, Mai was a true exhibitionist. Her stark, white pussy-covering was as soaked as my father's shorts, allowing her hairless mound to be completely visible. Once again, Daddy didn't react to Mai's dress, or, actually, lack of dress. Of course, his pecker was hidden under the table, and I couldn't tell if he was getting an erection. It was really his calm acceptance that amazed me.

"What are you two waiting for?" Mai asked as she filled up our empty glasses. "Do you want to catch pneumonia or something?"

I looked to Daddy to see if it was okay with him, but he just smiled and closed his eyes, letting the sun warm his face. Lonnie also looked in his direction for advice, but he, too, wasn't able to garner any response. There was nothing that I wanted to do more than stand naked in front of my father. After what happened that morning and his standoffishness that followed, I wanted to get his interest back as quickly as I could. I knew that my panties, being white, were going to be as transparent as Mai's. They were soaked through, not only by the water from the hose, but also by the juices that were induced while lying at the bottom of the human pile.

I removed my blouse, leaving my bra on. Since Mai was not wearing one, she kept her blouse on. I carefully spread it out on the cement of the patio before attacking the fasteners of my jeans. As I was taking them down, I turned shyly away from where the others were gathered, letting them see my ass, first. I thought I could feel my father's eyes on me, but wasn't sure until I turned around and walked back to the table. They were, and they were focused on the dark area of my slick pubic hair. In order to avoid appearing embarrassed, I only looked at Mai as I walked to the lounge chair to sit down. It was only then that I felt his gaze leave me. At that moment, I wished that Lonnie and Mai would go away. Unfortunately, that was not going to be the case.

My brother had already removed his shirt, but seemed to be hesitating before taking off his pants. When he finally did, I understood, immediately. His cock was straining against the thin confines of his jocket shorts, and he obviously didn't want Daddy to see his swollen condition. Daddy, though, again had his eyes closed, with that silly smile still decorating his face. Lonnie turned on his stomach in the lawn chair, hiding his delicious organ from view.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

We continued to sit quietly for a while, each of us deep in our own thoughts. There was a definite sexual tension in the air, but I didn't know how to take advantage of it. Although I knew that Daddy seemed to want me, neither of us was capable of making the move that would seal our fate. Once again, I felt that I was going to have to totally rely on Mai. And fortunately, I didn't have to wait long.

"Oh shit, I hate the feeling of soggy cloth pushing its way into my crotch. I'm going inside to change," Mai explained, breaking the silence.

"For crying out loud, Mai, stop the complaining. If you want to be comfortable, take off all your clothes. We're all family here, and the neighbors can't see over or through the bushes," Daddy said.

I was absolutely flabbergasted by my father's proposal. I could tell that he was getting slightly drunk, but I had never heard him, even when drunk, make such a strange suggestion. I hoped that I was the cause of his unusual state of mind. I had to admit that if the events of the last twenty-four hours were having the same effect on him as they were having on me, his actions might not seem that unusual at all. They might even be characterized as quite logical in a twisted sort of way.

Mai appeared as flustered as I was. She didn't immediately take Daddy up on his proposal. And when he saw that she wasn't complying, he stood up and peeled his underwear off, revealing himself totally to our stunned eyes. He didn't even act embarrassed by the fact that he was sporting a growing erection.

"Well?" he said, giving us all a look of impatience before sitting back down.

Mai was the first to recover. She tossed off the blouse and quickly discarded the flimsy G-string. Now she, too, was nude.

"How about you two?" Daddy asked, directing his question at Lonnie and myself. "You should be old enough to appreciate the human body. I believe that the good-looking bodies that the four of us have should be seen. I even read someplace that the body should remain unclothed for a certain amount of time each day so that the air can get at it. It allows the body to breathe or something," he explained a little thickly.

"Oh, Daddy, I never heard you talk about nudism before," I said half-kiddingly.

"I guess I just never had the opportunity before. I'm proud of my body, and I don't care who sees it," he answered.

I could feel my bare skin begin to flush. It was not due to embarrassment, but to a sexual excitement brought on by the real possibility that I was about to live out my fantasy. I looked over at Lonnie, and saw that his reaction was much different than mine. He was looking sullenly at Daddy, and was making no move to shed his jockey shorts. Although I didn't want to further alienate Lonnie, I just had to continue on the course that would lead me to my deflowerment by my father. My ready-and-waiting pussy dictated my choice.

I stood up no more than three feet from Daddy, reached behind my back, and unclasped my bra. My father's attention was firmly fixed on me. And just to enhance the moment, I took an extra second or two before I let the cotton cups slipped away from my shapely breasts. My erect nipples stared right back at him. Almost as slowly, I rolled my panties down my legs, and left them puddled on the ground, not bothering to bend down and retrieve them. He looked at my underwear for a time before letting his eyes rise, stopping only when they reached the intimate area between my legs. Since I was standing with my feet slightly apart for balance, his view of my hanging cunt lips was unimpeded. With his finger, he motioned me to turn around. I obeyed, and spun as gracefully as I thought a model might. I stopped when I returned to my original position.

"You're a most beautiful girl, Lana. I'm more than proud to be your father," he said, not trying at all to hide his now-complete erection.

"Well, thank you, Daddy," I said, momentarily holding eye contact before allowing my eyes to drop to his heavy hardon.

He saw where I was looking and gave me a very sexy smile.

Not knowing what to do next, I sat back down and, for the first time, noticed that Mai seemed to be quite taken by the scene that Daddy and I had just played out. Although she had one hand in plain sight, wrapped around a glass on the table, the other hand was under the table and out of our sight. Somehow, I knew exactly where it was and what it was doing. Lonnie, in the meantime, was still lying face-down, ignoring all that was going on around him. He had made no move to join us in our nudity.

"Lonnie," Daddy called, noticing the same thing that I had, "aren't you going to join us, or are you too embarrassed?" The way he said it made it sound like a dare.

My brother refused to acknowledge my father, and continued to ignore us. I found myself feeling a little sorry for him, but I had my own priorities.

"Come here, Son," Daddy ordered in a firm but gentle voice. "I want to see what my only son looks like."

Finally, Lonnie looked up. He had an expression of disgust on his face, and he made no move to comply.

"I said, get over here. Now!" This time there was no gentleness at all in my father's voice.

Lonnie reluctantly obeyed. He stood up and walked over to where Daddy was sitting. My brother was plainly uncomfortable.

"Okay, Lonnie, strip," Daddy commanded.

Lonnie did so, immediately. He pushed his jockey shorts down his legs, revealing his sexual tool. His penis was shriveled by embarrassment and, maybe, a touch of fear.

"Mai, do you mind coming over here to see if you can make a man out of him?" my father asked.

Once again, I was amazed by what was happening. Daddy was exerting his authority for the first time in quite a while. As a matter of fact, it almost seemed like he was directing a movie, a pornography movie, at that. I was very turned on.

Mai walked around the table to where Lonnie was standing. I could see that she was as aroused as I was at the events taking place. She threw her arms around my brother and began kissing his unyielding face. Her chest was pushing hard at my brother's chest while her hairless cunt ground away at his shrunken cock. Lonnie was not outwardly responding.

I think that Mai was surprised that her assault was so ineffective. With a look of determination, she stepped away and knelt in front of the offending organ. She took the docile tool in her hand and lowered her mouth to the appropriate level. Then she quickly stuffed his entire cock into her mouth and began sucking with abandon. Lonnie continued to look off into the distance, but I could tell that something was beginning to happen because he put his hands on the blonde beauty's shoulders for support.

Daddy was totally absorbed in the actions of the seductress on his only son. He was absentmindedly stroking his monstrous erection as Mai was just beginning to elicit a sexual response from Lonnie. It was becoming very difficult to concentrate on my brother and Mai while my father's flag was waving a scant foot from my greedy eyes. And I wanted very much to drop my hand into my own lap and soothe my burning center. But I waited, figuring that I would be very well taken care of before the day was through.

Reluctantly, I turned back to Mai and Lonnie. He had now achieved a strong-looking hardon, and Mai was getting carried away, now that she had the scent of his cum in her nostrils.

"Okay, Mai, that's enough for now. Let me look at the man I call my son," he said, watching Mai stand up on wobbly legs.

Daddy got out of his chair and stood by my brother's side. It seemed as if he was comparing his size to Lonnie's. It was apparent that Daddy's cock was slightly thicker and longer, but I could also see, by my father's face, that he was proud of Lonnie's endowment.

"You have a fine-looking cock, son. You should be proud of it. I think yours is going to be larger than mine when you finally stop growing. Mai, why don't you finish it off? I think he should be rewarded for his entrance into manhood," Daddy instructed.

During this entire time, my brother's face remained expressionless. I knew that he was jealous of our father's attention toward me and very embarrassed by the circumstances. I continued to feel for him, but it was getting more and more difficult to ignore my own needs.

Mai went back to her previous position, and, once again, took my brother's rampant cock into her mouth. While she furiously sucked at his organ, neither her hands nor her own passion were standing still. One hand held open her puffy cunt lips, while the other dug for the treasure buried within. It was evident that both their climaxes were not very far off.

It was about this time that Daddy asked his little girl to sit on his lap. When I heard this, I was nestled atop the naked body that I constantly dreamed about. His hands went directly to my tits while my dripping pussy wedged itself against his straight-standing cock. It almost looked like his erection was growing from between my legs. And, for the first time in my life, I reached down and touched it.

The swollen head was hot and smooth. I caressed it like I would a soft, furry animal, and when a small drop of fluid appeared at the mouth of its little hole, I smeared the thick substance over the entire tool. Daddy groaned with delight, evidently enjoying my gentle manipulations.

His hands, too, were more than tender as he brought great pleasure to my swollen tits. He kneaded my lovely breasts and teased, with velvet touches, the erect marble centers that stood out hard and true. His warm, familiar breath upon my neck was the final ingredient of a loving menu which succeeded in wrapping me in the most delicious feeling of security I had ever experienced.

When finally he sought to concentrate solely on my nipples, my hips took on a life of their own. Holding his prick tight to my slit, I felt for the first time, on my most intimate flesh, the hardness and power of my daddy. With the movement of my lower body, the friction between the surface of his cock and my burning clit was highly intense. It took only a moment before I began convulsing in orgasmic bliss. The strong arms of my father held me close, not allowing my twitching body to lose contact with his own.

My next memory, once my eyes fluttered open, was the sight of Mai and my brother. Before losing myself in my own desires I saw that Mai was still working on the blow job she was giving my brother. But now, their positions had changed. Mai was on her knees, with her head on the ground, while my brother was behind her, pumping his cock violently into her asshole. From where we were sitting, it looked as if she was being assaulted, and her cries and groans didn't seem to be those of pleasure. Turning slightly in my daddy's lap, I shot him a questioning glance. But instead of taking any action, he simply pointed between Mai's legs. I saw, at once, that Mai was working three fingers into her cunt, therefore dispelling in my own mind the possibility that Lonnie was hurting her.

Having been reassured, I again took loving notice of my father's straining prick. I gently removed myself from his lap and knelt before him on the cool concrete of the patio. His eyebrows arched, conveying to me that what I was about to do was unnecessary. Then it was my turn to reassure him with what I hoped was my best smile. Relaxing, he slumped forward in the chair, bringing his magnificent manhood within inches of my watering mouth. Using the tip of my tongue, I found the single, blind eye, and scooped out the thick, clear fluid that had, once again, appeared. I took a moment to savor the taste, rolling it around in my mouth until it mixed thoroughly with my saliva. Indeed, it was a wonderful taste that only whetted my appetite for the more plentiful volumes that waited inside.

Because of my overwhelming need, I abandoned my original plan of slowly milking the pleasure out of him. Instead, I attacked his cock like a hungry baby. I opened my mouth and drove the head deep into my throat. The quick intake of my father's breath was just the reward and encouragement I needed. With a sucking mouth and playfully flicking tongue, I commenced to furiously bob my head up and down. It couldn't have lasted more than a minute. I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders, and his hips rise from the seat, meeting my downward action with his own urgency for relief. And when his climax came, it was a truly awesome experience. His organ, swelled to what seemed like twice its size, his hips bucked out of control, and his soft groans changed to a long, drawn-out growl. Then his wonderful prick started to spasm and spurt his life-giving cream with incredible force against the back of my throat. For a moment, I thought that I was going to drown in an endless supply of his love sauce. My pride in not losing a drop was a close second to the pleasure I knew that I had brought him. Momentarily exhausted, I laid my head upon his thigh, and enjoyed the sensation of his spent prick growing soft in my mouth.

We rested, but only for a few minutes. My knees were beginning to become sore from my position on the concrete, so I reluctantly allowed his deflated cock to slip from my mouth. I was about to climb back upon my daddy's lap when, instead, he stood up, gently grabbed me under the arms, and lifted me onto the table.

"Now it's my turn to give you a present, Lana," he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Oh, Daddy, you already have. I can still feel it warm in my belly," I replied, licking my lips for emphasis.

"I think today, my little girl, we have an endless supply of presents for each other," Daddy corrected.

"I love you so much," was all I could say as tears burst forth from my eyes.

With that, he leaned forward in the chair and began kissing away those joyful tears. When he finished drying my cheeks with his lips, his mouth found mine and we lingered for minutes in the most tender, soulful kiss of my life. Our tongues swirled softly through each other's mouth, exploring the humid depths.

While locked in this most sublime of kisses, I felt him gently spread apart my thighs, and begin stroking my hairless legs. Each deft stroke brought him inches closer to my hot, liquid center. When his fingers finally trailed across my meaty nether lips, the shock of his touch lifted me off the table. He then broke the kiss with a chuckle, and shifted his gaze to the place where he had gotten such a startling response. For a long moment, he just looked. It almost felt as if he were touching me with his eyes. I could sense the juices pouring out of me.

With care, he pushed me down on the table, rode his chair closer, and rested the back of my thighs on his shoulders. I could see him drawing my smell into his nostrils. I wanted to push my cunt right into his handsome face. That was how bad I needed his touch. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long.

Using his thumbs, he pushed my lips apart and brought his mouth forward, tasting my sex for the first time. He was so caring, not allowing a single nerve ending to go without attention. Beginning with nibbling kisses, then continuing with broad strokes of his tongue, Daddy brought me right to the gates of erotic heaven. From my asshole to the hood of my clit, his lips and tongue traveled. First those nibbling kisses, then long, broad strokes of his tongue, until finally, the insistent flicking of the hardened point of his tongue against my erect little nub of pleasure propelled me, once more, toward the chaotic orgasm.

Waking from that onslaught of delight, I realized that I was, again, at the threshold of coming. I could feel fingers slowly pumping in both my asshole and cunt.

"Oh, baby, you're still a virgin. It makes me so happy. But I don't want to hurt you," Daddy said, the sadness registering in his voice.

"Daddy, I saved it for you. I've waited for this moment for so very long," I argued, feeling the pleasure his thick fingers were giving me begin to wave at the possibility my dream would not be fulfilled.

"Are you sure, Lana?" he asked, the sadness being replaced by anticipation.

"Yes. Oh, please. I've never been so sure or wanted something so much," I pleaded.

"Okay, my daughter, I know I want you as bad as you seem to want me. Now, lie back and enjoy. When I'm finished, I think you'll be truly ready," he instructed.

After hearing his glorious commitment, my body came alive again to what he was doing between my legs. My asshole was being stretched by what I was sure was his thumb. There was no pain, just a meaty fullness, that along with the fingers driving into my virgin cunt, filled me with delight. The final straw of his mouth sucking on my clit, with his tongue prodding the most-sensitive top brought me again to the edge. Soon my body was exploding anew, ripped apart by those undescribable sensations of my womanhood. My last fleeting thought, before entering the peaceful afterglow, was that the best was still to come.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

After recovering from what must have been my third ravaging orgasm of the morning, I took a look at my daddy's cock, and realized I was ready for more. If anything, it appeared even larger than when I had drained it earlier. With his eyes half-closed, he gently stroked his marvelous tool in what I imagined was anticipation. It was enough to start my juices flowing all over again.

Reluctantly shaking my gaze from my father, I surveyed the backyard, remembering that we were not alone. The sun was incredibly strong, and I needed to shade my eyes from the overhead glare. Dimly, at first, I picked up the form of my brother lying quietly on his back with his cock flaccid in repose. His hands were folded over his face and, at first, I thought he was sleeping. It was only when I saw his chest convulsively heave that I realized he was crying. My thoughts at that moment were terribly confused.

Somehow, I could feel the pain he was experiencing, but it was vague and the reason behind it was lost in my own feelings of contentment. This was not the time, I knew, to soothe his injured psyche.

Separated by three feet of lawn from my brother was Mai. She was in the same position that she was in the last time I noticed her. She was still on her knees, with her head on the ground, and the three fingers of her right hand were still buried in her cunt. The only difference was the complete lack of movement. No matter what Lonnie's emotions were, it was evident that he did all right by Mai. With both of them in the after-throes of their lust, Daddy and I were alone.

Gingerly, I got up off the table and, with my father's help, reseated myself on his lap. This time I sat facing him, with my legs dangling down to the outside of his own. I could feel my puffy cunt lips resting on his balls. Although my position was reversed from the way I sat before, his erect prick still looked like it was growing from my crotch. It gave me a feeling of closeness that I knew could only be surpassed by his entry into the depths of my body.

"Lana, my baby, I want this more than anything. But I have to be sure it's what you want. It is a big enough event for a girl to lose her virginity during her first true love, but to lose it to her father, to most people's way of thinking, is criminal," he said, tension clearly etched on his face.

"I thought we already went through this. What's wrong?" I asked, thinking everything was resolved.

"I guess I haven't quite come to terms with it yet," Daddy answered.

"Oh, Daddy, it's what I want. That's all that's important," I argued.

"I believe you, Lana. But it doesn't stop me from being afraid that I might be causing some harm," he said.

"No, Daddy, it's the harm we'll have caused if we don't do it. I don't know if I could continue to live, knowing we were so close and didn't take advantage of the opportunity. Please, Daddy, don't take this away from me now," I pleaded, taking the tool of my desire into my hand.

"Oh, baby, I don't know if I can separate right from wrong anymore. Before it was simple. So many things have happened. Mai came along and freed desires in me that I thought were dead. Then your mother died, and I realized how mature you and Lonnie had become. It has given me a freedom that I'm not sure how to handle. I wonder if it's this so-long-buried quality that's masking right from wrong." Tears of frustration were welling in his eyes, and I could feel the strength ebbing from his erection.

"Daddy! Daddy, listen to me," I urged, squeezing his deflating cock for emphasis. "What happens between you and me can't be judged by anyone else but us. This is our family, and nothing, not the laws or people's opinions, have anything to do with what happens amongst us. This is our world, and nobody else can come in."

As soon as I said this, the fleeting thought came that someone, namely my brother, was going to be hurt if we continued. But my own selfish needs struck it quickly from my mind.

"There is no doubt I want you. Then last night, after dancing with you and feeling you respond, put the thought back in my head that somehow there was a reality to my fantasy. And then this morning, seeing you bend for the towel and opening your beautiful pink insides to my view, and letting me catch you masturbating behind your unlocked door, confirmed to me that your emotions and desires were similar to my own. Now we have reached the point that I wanted more than anything else, but I can't help feeling that I'm only thinking about myself and the terrible consequences our union might cause."

His penis had become totally limp in my hand. I released it, and brought his head to my breasts, moaning over and over, "I love you". It was only when his sucking mouth found one of my nipples that I once again began to believe we would continue our destiny to the end.

Discarding my inflamed nipple, he emitted a heavy sigh. For a moment I had the fearful thought that he was again changing his mind. He grabbed me tight around the waist and, with my legs encircling him, stood up and walked carrying me to a spot of shade under a large oak tree that grew by the pool. My heart was hammering in his strong embrace. With a minimum of effort he brought us both to the ground. Enveloped in the coolness of the shade, I was stretched out on top of him, burning with the thought that we were about to begin.

And begin we did. He took my head in his hands and kissed me passionately, finding my tongue with his own. His thick prick poked insistently at my center as my tits ground fiercly against his chest. We continued in this way for several long minutes, blissfully ignorant of everything going on around us.

The next thing I was aware of was his hands sliding down my body, finding my crotch. One hand was imbedded in my asscrack, with the fingers gently circling the entrance, while his other hand came from below, with those fingers stirring the juices within my super-heated woman's slit. Before I knew it, I was again in the throes of a violent climax, bouncing and twisting puppet-like on his well-aimed fingers.

"Okay, baby, you're ready now," he said after I had revived. "I want you to get on your knees, and center your dripping cunt over my cock."

I did what I was told.

"Now, I want you to lower yourself until your little hole barely makes contact with the head of my ready cock. When you have reached that point, just stop," Daddy commanded.

It felt so monstrously huge against me, and, for the first time, I feared that it was going to be impossible for something so large to enter something so small. I wasn't afraid of the pain, only the possibility our quest could not be accomplished. It was the cool, confident look on my father's face that succeeded in sweeping my fear away.

"Okay, Lana, lower yourself a bit more, and feel your cunt open for your daddy," he instructed.

The sensation of his swollen cockhead passing through the tight but slick muscular opening was exquisite. The initial discomfort of the invasion quickly turned to a sweet fullness that I knew I needed deep in my belly.

"Very good," Daddy said through clenched teeth, obviously taken by the pressure of having his sensitive cpckhead trapped in the entrance of his target. "Let's relax for a moment and enjoy what we're feeling."

I closed my eyes, savoring the new wonders I was experiencing. Daddy was running his thumb through my cunt lips, unleashing the beginnings of another orgasm. As I waited for the spasms to build, I didn't notice his other hand reach out and firmly grasp my shoulder. Just at the peak of my pleasure, brought on by yet another fantastic orgasm, I was overwhelmed by a bright, hot explosion that started in my loins and carried through every nerve ending in my body. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure, only that I was experiencing something totally unimaginable. Finally, it was the massive fullness deep within me that forced its way into my consciousness, smothering all else with its startling uniqueness. My daddy was inside me.

"Lana, baby, are you all right?" my father asked as the rushing noise in my ears subsided.

All I could do was smile in answer. There was a slight amount of pain, but it was nothing compared to the happiness I was feeling. I understood, then, that while I was at the height of my climax, Daddy had powerfully forced me down, ripping through the obstruction of my virginity. Looking down between my legs gave further proof that he was, indeed, fully within me. Our pubic hairs were tangled together, and there was no sign of his long, thick shaft.

My daddy might have initiated my first glorious fuck, but it was me who was going to bring it to its conclusion. After taking a few moments to get used to the new addition to my body, I began to slowly rise and fall, starting the friction that would eventually lead to the final phase of my baptism. I was well lubricated, and, therefore, had no trouble sliding up and down Daddy's swollen prick. With each downward plunge, his hips would rise off the ground, meeting me halfway, and stretching my previously untouched depths to the beautiful limit.

I had started slowly, but some inner urgency began to take hold, and I found myself steadily increasing the rhythm. Seeing my father's face, I could tell his eyes were focused at the point of our union, watching his shaft appear and disappear into the clenching fist of my cunthole. His mouth was twisted with effort, trying to hold himself back from his climax until I was ready to join him.

He wasn't going to have to wait very long. Every time our bodies crashed together, I could feel my swollen clit rub against his coarse pubic hair. Our breathing was coming in oxygen-starved gasps, and the moans of passion were increasing as my fucking hips drove repeatedly down on Daddy's imprisoned, swelling cock.

"Oh, baby, I'm going to fill you with my life. Your pretty pussy is sucking it right our of me!" Daddy screamed.

"Oh, yes, I can feel it. Fuck me, Daddy! Come in my woman's cunt!" I screamed back.

My passion was building like never before. I was only half-aware that I was raking my fingernails across my nipples, and biting down hard on my lips. I was becoming more and more frenzied, decreasing the lengths of my strokes but ever-increasing the speed. Faster and faster I went, in perfect tune with the ever-swelling force of Daddy's cock inside me. I was beginning to feel the shocks and tremors of my mounting orgasm. But it was the long growl from the lips of my daddy and the gushing, convulsive, coming cock inside me that took me to the ultimate orgasm of my young life. I twitched and spasmed, my hips ground and twisted, and blood surged through my veins, trying to cool the overheated nerves of my passion. My nipples seemed to be tearing away from my breasts, and my cunt clenched around my father's continually erupting volcano.

I had made it. I fucked my daddy. The consummation was complete.

My last memory, before falling into a long, exhausted sleep, was the sound of Mai clapping her hands and yelling out bravos of approval, and the fact that my brother, Lonnie, was nowhere to be seen.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Sometime during the night of my most memorable day, I awoke to the sound of someone moving around in my room. Since the lights were out and the door was shut, I had no idea whom it was. At first, I thought I was still asleep and dreaming, but when someone climbed on the bed, I knew I was awake. I wasn't afraid, knowing that there was no one in the house who would want to harm me.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"It's Lonnie," came the reply.

"Hi, Brother, what brings you here?" I asked.

"I want you, Lana," he answered.

"Go back to sleep, Lonnie," I said sleepily. "Tomorrow is another day."

I was still half-asleep, my body was incredibly sore from the sexual onslaught I had put it through, and, at that moment, sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to go back to sleep with the images of what had happened to me that day dancing in my head. There was no doubt I wanted to close the rift between us, but now was not the time to do it. Unfortunately, Lonnie had other ideas.

I was lying naked under the cool sheets when they were ripped from me, and replaced by the hardness of my brother's body. His mouth immediately went to my neck, as his hands began to spread my thighs. Using all the force my tired body could muster, I tried to push him off. I quickly realized I was overmatched.

"Lonnie, don't do this, please," I pleaded. "You don't want me this way."

"Shut up, Lana!" he said menacingly.

"I'll scream, I swear!" I said, anger registering in my own voice.

"If you scream, I'll tell Daddy about Mother. I don't care about anything anymore, not after today. I never knew what a slut you had become. You're a filthy little bitch, and I'm going to use your body like the common whore you are," he threatened.

"Lonnie, listen to me, nothing has changed. I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. Daddy did what I needed him to do. But it's all finished row. He'll go back to Mai, and we'll have each other. Please don't spoil everything," I explained, trying to make him understand.

"Understand me, Lana; after I fuck the shit out of you, I never want to see you again. I don't want to see any of you again. This whole house disgusts me. All everybody has done is use me: first for their own selfish needs, and then for murder. I'm getting out of here, but first, I'm going to give you yours," he responded with finality.

I continued trying to plead with him, but he wasn't listening. Tears of frustration and hurt were rolling down my cheeks. I knew he was telling the truth about blowing the whistle on our murder conspiracy. And the realization that I was the one responsible for putting him in this terrible state filled me with an emptiness that I knew would never go away. I frantically searched my mind for some argument that might sway him to reason. But there was none I could find, leaving me no alternative but to comply with his horrible demand.

I allowed my body to relax. Lonnie, aware that there was no longer any fight in me, forced his knee between my legs and pushed it hard against my crotch. The pain lashed through my body like a bolt of electricity, causing me to cry out.

"Make any more noise, and I'll cover your face with a pillow!" Lonnie threatened.

While his knee continued to friction against my ravaged cunt, his hands began attacking my breasts. It felt like claws ripping at my sensitive nipples. When I arched my back after a particularly brutal assault on my tits, he replaced his knee with the angry tool of his demented desire.

None of his vicious foreplay did anything in awakening a sexual response from my body. My tender pussy was completely dry, and my asshole was puckered with fear. But I knew my condition was not going to stop him. I tried in vain to conjure up some sexual vision in my head that would start my juices flowing, allowing a less-painful entry into my wounded cunt-canal. Unfortunately, the physical and mental hurt that I was experiencing acted like a door, locking out everything but my hopeless present condition.

Soon, his mouth replaced his hands on my chest, and he began biting my already-sore tit-flesh. Meanwhile, his hands were in my crotch, pulling apart my pussy lips. The shock when his cock touched my inner self almost forced another scream from my lips. Luckily, I was able to catch it before it reverberated through the sleeping house. Lonnie, unaware how close I came to sounding the alarm, continued to stab away, trying to find the entrance to my body. Each of his thrusts was bringing me closer to sweet unconsciousness. But there would be no relief.

Finally finding my elusive hole, Lonnie gave a mighty shove, and plunged to the depths of my being. For a moment, I thought that the lights had come on, but it was only the devastating pain flashing on the inside of my brain. Lonnie gave me no time to recover. As soon as he was buried to the hilt, he began an unmerciful screwing. His cock would almost leave me before driving again to my center. Over and over again, he stroked. I could remember wondering why he was feeling no pain as he frictioned against my raw, dry surface. Unfortunately for me, it didn't seem to matter to him.

I prayed that he would come. My vagina felt like it was on fire, not from desire, but from the pain caused by his unholy intruder. Never before had I known him to last so long. It was like being fucked by a jackhammer that was never going to stop. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, it was impossible to tell how long he held out. I began to think that this was my hell, that I was forever doomed to this never-ending agony.

Finally, with one last horrendous plunge, driving my head solidly into the headboard of the bed, he came, spurting his cream against the bruised walls of my cunt. I hoped that it would have some cooling effect on my fevered internal flesh, but it felt hot, and did nothing for me.

For many minutes, he rested quietly on top of me. When his breathing began to return to normal, I realized he was crying. I wanted to somehow comfort him, but the terrible hurt that I was experiencing held back any of my efforts at sympathy. All I could do was cry softly along with him.

EPILOGUE

I don't remember him leaving. I don't know if I passed out from the pain or the terrible emotional exhaustion, but when I opened my eyes, he was gone. I could feel his essence slowly running from my injured cunt, and I thought the wetness on the pillow might have been his tears.

I never saw him again.

My physical wounds eventually healed. The wounds of my mind have not. The guilt has become a part of me, never allowing me to feel or give the magic of love. Images of my mother, lying broken in the street, constantly invade every night's sleep. The final night with Lonnie has blown out the light of my body's desire. The pleasures I have given and received have become only the chapters that have led to this shriveled, unhappy ending.

Mai and my father have begun their own life. They have tried to help me, but the fear that I might somehow spoil their love forced me to reject all of their unselfish attempts. In the end, I drove them away, too. At least they have a shot at finding the happiness that, I know, will never be mine.

THE END