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   A Perfect Wedding Present (M/F/f-teen, Inc, Ped) by Fitfully
Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)

   ***

   First of all, I think I need to talk about my relationship with my wife.
The year after I graduated high school, I married one of my high school
sweethearts.  I say one of them because I had at least twenty lovers
between my junior and senior years of school, although only one of them was
my love.  Sharon and I had, well, an understanding - she could sleep with
whomever she wanted, and so could I.  Our emotions were reserved for each
other, but our bodies were ours to do with as we please, as long as we used
condoms whenever we had sex outside the home to protect against diseases
and pregnancies.  She didn't look at sex the way everyone else did, and I
found out why during the summer vacation before senior year.  Apparently,
her mother had a few lovers on the side, but when her father found out, he
left the family, and they hadn't seen him since.  Sharon said that if she
ever got married, she wasn't going to let a little thing like sex get in
the way.

   Another thing I think I have to explain is that Sharon and I are both
sex addicts.  We were each other's first, and that first night, we went at
it five times.  Neither of us could get enough, and that was when she told
me she wanted an open physical relationship, but a closed emotional
relationship.  Of course, for a boy who had just found the pleasures of
sex, being told he could have sex whenever he wanted with whomever he
wanted was a dream come true.

   When we decided to get married, we changed the rules a little bit.  Both
of us could still do what (and whom) we wanted, but if either of us ever
filed for divorce, the one who filed would automatically lose all custody
of any children we might have.  We had this agreement notarized, and
celebrated it by throwing an orgy with most of the wedding party invited.
We didn't think it was a good idea to invite the flower girl (who was
Sharon's 15 year old cousin), but all the others showed up.  Sharon ended
up being gang banged by my best man and three groomsmen (the groomsmen she
took care of all at once, being fucked in the mouth, ass, and pussy at the
same time), and my best man fucked both her and her maid of honor, fucking
one after another as they took times licking each other to orgasm.

   I fucked the maid of honor and two of the three bridesmaids (the other
was a confirmed lesbian, and confined herself to eating out all the women),
cumming five times between the three women.  When the party ended, the maid
of honor left with the best man, two of the bridesmaids went home together,
and the other bridesmaid left with all three of the groomsmen (from what I
understand, she got pregnant that night, but she never found out which of
the groomsmen had knocked her up).  I, of course, went home with my bride,
and we ended the night with multiple orgasms.

   The next day was our wedding, and the wedding party arrived almost at
the same time.  The bridesmaids were blushing, the groomsmen were
strutting, and everyone was getting along wonderfully.  About halfway
through the prep, the flower girl developed an attitude, but no one really
understood why.  My best man said it probably had to do with all the
attention everyone else was getting instead of her, but I decided to
reserve judgment on that.

   The wedding itself was spectacular, and not just because we decided to
have the wedding in Vegas.  I know that when people hear about weddings in
Vegas, they automatically assume a small chapel with strangers as
witnesses, but they never show the weddings that the couple takes their
time planning.  Ours was, to put it mildly, an extravaganza (it had better
be, with a budget of more than $500,000).  We invited three hundred guests,
and paid for the hotel rooms of the guests that would have had a difficult
time with the extra expense, as well as the plane tickets.  The hotel
comped us half the cost of the rooms we booked, and comped all our guests
$200 in gambling money, so most of the guests had nothing to complain
about.

   Except Annie, the flower girl.

   Through the wedding and the beginning of the reception, Annie stared
daggers at Sharon and me, seeming to be angry about something.  Finally,
after the food was done and the DJ started playing music to dance by, I saw
Sharon pull Annie aside and try to talk to her.  While she did that, I
mingled with our family and friends.  Before I knew it, half an hour had
past, and there was still no sign of Sharon or Annie.  Concerned, I went to
the corner where they had retreated, only to bump into Sharon.  "Is
everything alright?"

   "Oh, yeah.  Annie and I had to talk about a few things." She pointed
over to the door leading out of the banquet hall, where I saw Annie
standing with her parents.  Annie, I noticed, had a self-satisfied little
smirk on her face.

   "Did you find out what's wrong with her?"

   Annie looked at me for a moment before answering.  "She wants to be
treated more like an adult instead of being stuck in a hotel room with her
parents for the rest of the weekend.  I was able to get her a room of her
own, so now she won't be in her parent's way and they won't be in hers.

   I looked at her parents again, and it did seem they appreciated the
privacy too.  After all, who wanted to go to Las Vegas and not be able to
have sex because you also had your fifteen year old kid with you?  As I
watched, Annie left the room, presumably to get her belongings and move
them to her own room.

   "So is everything going to smooth out?"

   "Yes, it should," Sharon replied.  "I do want to run to the store after
the reception.  You know how I only like one type of conditioner.  Why
don't you go play poker or something and I'll call your cell when I get
back up to the room?"

   That sounded fine to me, but as I led Sharon back to the dance floor,
she pulled at my arm.  "Whatever you do, don't wear yourself out with some
strange chick tonight, ok?  I have a feeling you'll need all the strength
and energy you can get tonight." That said, Sharon stepped onto the dance
floor.

   Three hours of dancing later, people were finally wandering off to enjoy
their weekends the way each of them wanted to.  Sharon and I went up to our
room to change clothes, and with a peck on the cheek, she walked out of the
room.

   At first I was tempted to lay down and take a nap, but I knew if I did
fall asleep, I wouldn't wake up easily at all, so I decided to take my
bride's advice and wait for her while playing a few hands of poker.  I'm
not really all that good, but I don't suck at it either, and that night I
was more on than off.  Sharon was gone for the better part of an hour, and
when she called I was a thousand dollars to the good.  I finished the hand
I was playing (losing $50.00 with two jacks against two queens), and made
my way up to my room.

   Sharon met me outside the door.  "Did you want to exchange wedding
presents now?"

   "Sure," I said, "yours is in the room."

   "You can get it for me in a minute," she said, and held out a thick
envelope.  "This was originally supposed to be your present, but I found
something you might like better than this.  I mean, you can have both, but
this was the original."

   I took the envelope, opened it, and almost had to pick my jaw up off the
floor.  Season tickets for third base side, front row to the Texas Rangers
fell into my hand.  "And you think you found something better than this?" I
asked, winded.

   "Well, I did manage to reserve a private box seat for one of the games,"
she said, her eyes glittering with humor, "but that's part of this present.
I have a feeling you'll really get off on your real present." Saying that,
she took my hand in hers and led me into the room.

   I retrieved Sharon's present (a diamond encrusted necklace), and she
oohd and aahd over it like I knew she would.  After trying it on, she took
it reluctantly off and placed it carefully on the dresser.  "I'll be out in
a minute," she said, walking sensuously to the bathroom.  Five minutes
later, she called out, "Ok, close your eyes, and no fair peeking!"

   I do as she says, closing my eyes tight.  I heard the bathroom door
open, and then felt the bed lower slightly as she sat behind me.  "Ok, you
can open them."

   I opened my eyes, turning my head to face where she was sitting as I
did. To my surprise, she was sitting behind me, wearing the same outfit she
had changed into after the reception.  She must have seen the confusion on
my face, and she laughed gently.  "Did I say to turn?" she asked, pointing
toward the bathroom.  I turned back to the bathroom, and froze.

   There, in front of the reclosed bathroom door, stood Annie.  Not as she
was during the wedding, nor was she wearing the outfit she had changed into
for the reception.  Instead, she seemed to be wearing a bikini made
entirely of wide cut ribbon, tied in a bow between her b-cup breasts and on
both sides of her hips.

   "Well," Sharon said.  "Aren't you going to open your present?"

   I turned to her, mouth open.  "Wha..."

   She held up her hand.  "Before you start, yes, I know she's only 15, no
I didn't talk her into anything, this was her idea, yes, I'm sure I'm ok
with it.  Did I get the questions right?"

   I nodded without saying anything.

   "Now that we have that out of the way, there are some things we need to
talk about.  First, Annie is a virgin, and since she is on the pill, she
has decided she does not want you to wear a condom."

   "But..." I started, but she waved my question aside.

   "I know the rules state a condom is a must, but I think we can waive
that.  I think that if we keep it in the family, we can waive it.  Second,
since she is a virgin, and my cousin, make sure you be gentle on her.  No
impatience, understand?" I nodded, and she continued.  "Third, I will be
sleeping in Annie's room, which happens to be right next door." She pointed
at the door separating the two rooms of the suite, which was propped
slightly open.  "That way, if her mother or father decides to check on her,
they'll think she's in there.  Any questions?"

   I sat there staring at Annie, and Annie stood there staring back, her
eyes partially concealed by the bangs of her auburn hair.  Apparently
satisfied there were no questions, she stood up and walked through the door
separating the two rooms.  "I'll prop both doors open in case someone
checks on Annie," she said, but the words barely registered.

   I stood up and slowly crossed the room to stand in front of Annie.  "Are
you sure you want to do this?" I asked, and the 15 year old nodded.  I
reached out and grasped the ends of the ribbon concealing her breasts, and
pulled them gently apart.  The ribbon concealing her breasts clung for a
moment on her erect nipples, then fell to the floor.

   As I have said, I have had sex with many women, but I had never seen
breasts so small and perky before.  Her areolas were strawberry pink, the
nipples themselves stood out like pencil erasers.  Almost hypnotized, my
hands moved over to her heaving breasts, cupping the outside surfaces, and
my thumbs began massaging the nipples.  Annie shuddered and collapsed
against me.

   "Oh, god, that feels good," she moaned.  "Most boys think they can pick
up radio or something."

   "Have you had a lot of experience with boys?" I asked gently as I helped
her to the edge of the bed.  She sat on the edge and I knelt between her
dangling legs.

   She shook her head no.  "I've been felt up, but that's about all I've
let the boys do." Her eyes dropped to the side, and I could tell she was
hiding something, but I wasn't about to press her into talking about things
she wanted private.

   "What made you want to go all the way with me, if you don't mind me
asking?"

   She stared into my eyes, and I noticed for the first time she had
startling green eyes.  "I knew I wanted you to be my first since the first
day I met you.  Sharon told my mom that you were a real gentle lover, and I
heard it hurts if your first isn't gentle."

   "Well, that is true, but you could always find someone gentle a little
closer to your age."

   She looked at me like I was stoned.  "Are you kidding?  If there is one
thing that's the same about everyone I've heard stories from its that the
guys who are looking for young flesh aren't too concerned with the girl's
feelings; all they want is young pussy!  That's why I want someone who
didn't chase me down as my first!" Her voice carried, and I saw the door
between the rooms open slightly, and Sharon peered around the corner. 
After determining there was no trouble, Sharon disappeared, and I don't
think Annie even knew she had been there.

   "I want you," she continued," because I know that if I have sex with
you, you won't chase me around like a love-struck puppy, or like a
sex-starved maniac always wanting more."

   "And if I do want more?"

   "You would respect my wishes if I said no."

   She had me there.  "And you're sure you want to do this now?" Annie's
only answer was to grasp the lower edge of my shirt and pull it over my
head.  At her urging, I stood up.  She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and
pulled them down, exposing my cock, which had been hard since I first
touched her small breasts, sprang free.  She looked at it, then up into my
eyes.

   "Is it true that if you have a large penis first, the smaller ones later
won't hurt as much?"

   "Why, are you looking at a larger one, or a smaller one?"

   "Oh, yours is much bigger, but ..." She trailed off.

   "But, you don't want to talk about it," I finished.  She nodded and
reached out her hand to my cock.  She stroked it with her small hand, her
palm only half again as big as my cock head.  Her fingers traced the veins
running up the shaft, then she leaned forward and sucked my cock into her
mouth.

   I groaned in absolute pleasure, feeling her tongue swirling around my
shaft, and I could tell mine wasn't the first hard dick inside this fifteen
year old's mouth.  The teen beauty had skill, and that was part of the
problem.  If she didn't stop soon, I'd cum in her mouth.  While I had no
doubts about her ability to get me hard again, I didn't want her first
experience with me to be a mouthful of my cum.

   "Hold up, baby," I said after a few moments.  "We're here for your
pleasure, not mine."

   "Don't you want to cum in my mouth," she asked, the corners of her mouth
curling down in a pout.

   "I want to do a lot to you, but I want to be the one to choose what and
when."

   She looked thoughtful at that, bit her lip, and nodded.  She lay back on
the bed, her breasts settling against her body until they virtually
disappeared, and spread her legs to expose a spreading dampness on the
ribbon covering her pussy.  I reached down, carefully removed the wide
ribbon covering her, and caught my first glimpse at her freshly shaved
pussy, which glistened with her juices.

   "Do you always shave?" I asked her.

   "No," she said, and I noticed her face was contorted in a grimace of
expected pain.  "Aunt Sharon helped me shave."

   "And did anything else happen?" The question popped out of my mouth
before I could help it.

   Annie didn't answer, but she looked up, questions in her eyes.  "Never
mind," I said, and knelt between her legs.  I saw her start to cringe,
realized she was anticipating my cock plunging into her pussy, and
continued going down.  I inhaled sharply, relishing in the moist scent of
aroused teenage girl, and locked my lips on her pussy.  She gasped, not
expecting my tongue in such a sensitive place, and plunged her hands in my
hair.  I feasted on her virgin pussy, giving her two orgasms before even
touching her pussy with my fingers.

   When I felt those silken lips, they were dripping with her juices and my
saliva.  I slowly penetrated her body, feeling her folds of flesh slide
over my fingers, and then I hit the barrier of her hymen.  I sucked her
clit into my mouth, and the moment she arched up in orgasm, I plunged my
fingers forward and through her hymen.  I tasted some blood mixed with her
fluids, wiped my mouth, and raised my mouth from her quivering thighs.

   "Oh my god," she gasped.  "I've never felt anything like that in my
life!"

   "Move up to the pillows," I said, helping her up.  She moved slowly up
to the pillows, flopped down in exhaustion, and closed her eyes.  I moved
up her prone body, eased her legs apart, and took my place between them.  I
slid one arm under her head and pulled her face to mine.  Our lips locked
and I slid my free hand down her body, lingering on her luscious little
breast, and then in between our bodies.  I slid my cock head around her
dripping pussy lips, then eased the head inside her body.  With an
unconscious twitch of her hips, my cock slid past her recently busted
cherry.  She moaned in pleasure, actively pumping her hips into mine,
driving my cock deep into her body with every movement.

   When I felt she could handle more intense movement, I rose up over her,
propped her legs up with my arms, and began fucking her as hard as I could.
I felt her tight interior muscles clenching against my cock, realized she
was cumming, and sped up my pace.  She screamed in orgasm, and I came,
filling her pussy with my spunk.

   She started calming down, sweat beading between her perky young breasts.
I leaned over, licked the sweat from her nipples, and moved up to her
mouth. The taste of her orgasmic breath was almost enough to get me hard
again, but instead of pushing it, I lay on the bed next to her, slipped one
arm under her, and held her naked body against mine.  "Was that what you
wanted?"

   Annie looked into my eyes, smiled, and nodded.  "It was wonderful," she
sighed.  "I thought it was supposed to hurt, though."

   "I took care of your hymen with my fingers when you came so it wouldn't
hurt as much."

   "Um," she said, quickly losing interest in her exhaustion.  She snuggled
into my chest and quickly fell asleep.

   I started drifting off too, but realized my new wife was standing in the
doorway between the rooms, watching me snuggle my underage lover.  I
extracted myself from her naked form and made my way to my wife.

   "Did you enjoy your wedding present?" Sharon asked, smiling up at me. 
Instead of responding verbally, I kissed her upturned face, trying to
ignore the fact my naked cock, still damp from Annie's juices, was pressing
against my wife.

   "I thought you'd like it, but we need to talk." She pulled me into the
second room and closed the door, locking Annie in.

   "I had a visitor," Sharon said, motioning me to sit on the bed. 
"There's something I think you should know.  I was lying on the bed just in
case Annie's mom or dad came to check on her, so they would think it was
her in the bed.  It was a good thing I did, because both her mom and dad
peeked in about ten minutes after I lay down.  Her mom said something about
going to gamble, her dad said he wanted to go catch a show, and when the
door shut, I thought things were clear, but then I felt something sit on
the bed.  I lay still, thinking it was Aunt Emily checking to see if Annie
was sleeping, and I felt a hand on the comforter on my breast.  Then I
heard Uncle Bob say that he had been waiting for something for years, and
what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas, and I felt him crawl under the
covers, totally naked." Sharon shuddered at the memory.

   "He reached around me and cupped my breasts, and said 'Oh Annie, your
breasts feel bigger tonight," and I knew he actually thought it was his
daughter in bed, and he was trying to have sex with her, and..." Sharon
broke down in tears.

   "Take it easy, honey," I said, pulling her to me.

   "I can't take it easy," she sobbed.  "Now he knows Annie wasn't in this
room, but he thinks you were in the shower in here, and we gave Annie our
room.  I had to turn on the light, or he would have raped me.  I told him
he had better start talking, or I would tell Aunt Emily that he crawled in
Annie's bed naked and expected to have sex with their daughter."

   She shuddered.  "I made him tell me everything.  Just after Annie's ten
year birthday, he left a porn video where she could find it, and then
busted her when she started watching it.  He said he would tell her mom if
she didn't do what he said, and then forced her to give him a blowjob. 
Ever since then he's made her either beat him off or suck him off, and he's
made her strip for him before some of them, but he never dared try and fuck
her because he never knew when Aunt Emily was coming home, and he couldn't
afford to be caught with his pecker inside his teenage daughter, but he
thought it would be safe to fuck her in Vegas, and no one would know."
Sharon looked me in the eyes.  I got him, though," she said.  "Annie will
be safe, because I told him that if Annie ever told me he even looked at
her wrong, I'd hunt him down and cut that miserable excuse for a pecker
right off his body."

   She snuggled against my chest, her sobbing easing off.  "Jack," she
said, "I don't want to sound crass, but you need a shower, love."

   I got up, walked over to the bathroom, and climbed in the shower.  I
stood under the water for a while, my mind reliving the feel of Annie's
petite body, and I started getting hard again.  I got out, hastily dried
off, and strode naked into the room.

   The room itself was dark, and with the light from the bathroom
temporarily blinding me, I felt my way to the bed.  Which was empty.  I
whispered for my new wife, but she didn't answer.

   I did, however, hear noises in the direction of the door connecting the
two hotel rooms.  The doors themselves were closed, but they were cracked
open just enough to prevent them from locking.  The light in the other room
was on, and I peeked in to see what was happening.

   I thought the two girls would be talking, but that wasn't what I saw. 
Annie was lying on the bed, blindfolded, spread-eagle.  Sharon lay between
her legs, her hair tied up behind her head, and a strap-on belted in the
proper place.  Her head was buried between the fifteen year old's thighs,
soul-kissing the girl's freshly deflowered pussy.

   Sharon must have seen me out of the corner of her eye, because she sat
up, motioned me to be silent, and started moving up Annie's body.  She
adjusted the strap-on and eased it into her cousin's pussy, one of the most
erotic sights I had ever seen.  Every time Annie tried to reach up to her,
though, Sharon pushed her hands back down.  I didn't understand why she did
that until Annie moaned, "Oh, Jack that feels wonderful!"

   Apparently, Sharon had crept up while Annie slept, put the blindfold on
her, and made her think I was the one pleasuring her.  I sat in the chair,
watching my wife fuck her cousin, and started stroking my rock hard cock.

   Suddenly, Sharon pulled her slicked up dildo out of the teen, and with
her hands, made it apparent to the blindfolded girl that "I" wanted her to
be on top.  Sharon placed Annie's hands on the headboard and started
fucking up as Annie kept pumping her hips on what she thought was me. 
Sharon started rubbing her hands up and down Annie's back, massaging her
ass every time her hands strayed that far down.

   Then she started playing with Annie's ass, her fingers running down the
girl's crack and flicking against her asshole.  After a few moments she
started sinking her fingers into Annie's asshole, finger-fucking her ass
while fucking her pussy with her dildo.  I could only stare, not able to
remember anything this hot, when one of Sharon's hands rose up a little,
motioning to me.  I walked up to the bed, realized she was motioning to a
jar of Vaseline sitting on the end table.  She saw me notice, and motioned
to Annie's ass, where she was trying to fit two fingers in.

   I nodded, realizing what she was trying to say, and lubed up my cock.  I
got on the bed gently, not wanting to shake the bed, and eased up behind
Annie.  At the same time, Sharon used her hands to stop Annie from
bouncing, and then stuck her fingers back into the teen's luscious ass.  I
eased forward, touching the back of Sharon's hand with my cock.  She pulled
her fingers out and grasped Annie's ass cheeks with her hands, spreading
them apart and giving me access to her virgin ass.

   When my cock first touched her asshole, Annie must have thought it was
fingers again, because she moved back a little.  My cockhead popped past
her anal ring, and she gasped.  Her hands flew off the headboard and ripped
off the blindfold.  "Sharon!" she gasped, looking at her cousin.  "What
the..." Then she looked back and saw me.  She looked at her ass, realized I
was just at the opening, and looked down her body to see the dildo buried
in her pussy.  "Two at once," she gasped.  "I didn't know that was
possible!"

   I continued to ease forward, feeling as every inch of her ass squeeze
around my invading cock.  I had to grab her hips and pull her toward me to
fit the last three inches in, but that started the rhythm between Sharon
and me, moving Annie's cute little body between us.  Annie shuddered in
orgasm, her ass clenching my cock so tight I couldn't move.

   Sharon pulled the strap-on out of the teen, took it off, and discarded
it.  She got in a sixty-nine position, and started licking Annie's pussy as
I resumed fucking the girl's ass.  I watched as Annie leaned down,
tentatively licked Sharon's pussy, and then buried her face between my
wife's legs.  I felt her ass clench in orgasm three times before I lost
control, flooding her colon with cum as she flooded my wife's mouth with
her juices.

   We collapsed, Sharon moving up to the pillows and laying on one side of
Annie, and me on the other, and we each cupped a hand over the teen's
breasts.  All of us were out of breath, so we lay there just enjoying each
other's company.

   Finally, when we had all collected our breath, Sharon spoke.

   "I heard the questions you asked before the two of you made love
before," she began, "and I have a few questions for you.  I want you to
answer them, honestly, ok?"

   Annie nodded, fear crossing her face, but not, I noticed, as much fear
as before.

   "Ok, question one.  Before tonight, have you seen more than one hard
dick?"

   Annie slowly shook her head no.

   Sharon nodded.  "Question two is a little harder, but I want you to
know, no matter what you answer to any questions I ask, neither of us will
think bad of you, ok?"

   Annie nodded.

   "When you asked if a small cock would hurt after a large cock, were you
thinking of the one hard cock you'd seen before?"

   Annie nodded again.

   "Two more questions, but this is going to be the toughest question. 
Here it goes; that one hard cock you've seen was it your dad's?"

   I could feel her body tense up under my hand, and I knew the teen was
temped to lie, but finally she nodded, one short, quick motion.

   "Thank you for telling me the truth," Sharon said, sitting up and
briefly kissing Annie's lips.  "I already knew that, but I needed to make
sure you were ready to admit it.  Now, the final question; would it make
you happy if your dad never touched you that way again?"

   Annie looked up, hope and disbelief in her eyes, and nodded her head
vigorously.

   "I had a talk with him, and he knows if I hear that he touches you
again, he will regret it for the rest of his life.  You will never have to
have sex with anyone you don't want to for the rest of your life."

   TWENTY YEARS LATER

   Sharon and I are still married, bur our relationship has changed
dramatically.  Both of us broke the rules of our open relationship, but
neither of us mined.  We never had kids together, but we didn't mind; each
of us only had one lover besides ourselves.

   I fell in love with the fifteen year old Annie, and continued to make
love to her (in fact, the last time was the night before last).  We never
use protection (a clear violation of the Rules), and we were in the bed
Sharon and I sleep together in.  Sharon doesn't mind, though.  Her lover
for the past twenty years is also Annie.  More often than not, we all make
love together, recreating that perfect wedding present Sharon gave to me.

   About twelve years ago, Annie had twins, one boy and one girl.  We are
discreet about our relationship, but those kids are not stupid.  They
figured out the adult's relationships are about as unusual as you could
get, but they kept their mouths shut and haven't told anyone about it.  It
did, however affect the twins.  They both have been acting a little weird
lately.  Yesterday, I watched as Kevin walked into the kitchen, supposedly
tried getting the cereal, and ground his crotch against "Aunt Sharon" in
the process.  From what Sharon told me later, she felt Kevin's hard on dig
between her ass cheeks as he pushed her against the sink.

   Kelly, on the other hand, flopped on my lap while I was watching TV last
night, and ground her immature ass against my cock until she could
obviously feel it hardening under her, then she wriggled around until it
lay in the crease of her ass, and lay her head against my chest.  I wasn't
sure she realized what she had done until she took my hand and slid it
under her shirt, not stopping until my hand was cupping her tiny little
left breast.

   This morning Annie talked to us.  Apparently, both our children have
chosen who they want as their first lovers, but Annie wanted to establish
some rules.  First, if Kevin and Sharon didn't want to use protection, they
didn't need to - they were technically second cousins, so there wasn't much
issue with possible defects.  Kelly and I absolutely had to, though, since
we are father and daughter.

   Second, there was to be no intercourse until the twins turned thirteen.
No exception.  As long as we followed those rules, we could do anything the
kids approved of.

   Sharon and I looked at each other, the turned to Annie, and nodded.  I
could tell this was going to be the longest three months of our lives.

   Annie smiled, looked over her shoulder, and called our kids into the
room.  Both of them were completely naked.  "I said no intercourse," she
said, smirking.  "I never said we couldn't play together." To our
amazement, she turned in her seat, pulled our twelve year old son to her,
and sucked his hard cock into her mouth.  At the same time, Kelly walked
over to us, knelt, and smiled as she reached toward Sharon's crotch with
one hand, unzipped my pants with her other hand, and pulled my hard cock
out.  "I really like to play," she said, rubbing the crotch of Sharon's
pants while lowering her mouth around the cock that had planted her into
her mother.
   Damn, this was going to be fun!