Our Friend, Lover, and Dad
By Fritz - Sept 2015
Two teens, who live in a sexually open family are left
without a dad. They have to move to a town they don't
like, and people they don't want to be around. Fate
enters their life and sends them on a vacation where they
meet a man who satisfies their needs, and later makes
their mom very happy. What could have been the worse
turning point in their lives becomes a happy story. It
is up to you if this is real or fantasy, but what it
really is; is unconditional love.
- - -
My name is Traci, and this story starts when I turned
thirteen years old. My mom was from Ohio, and my dad is
from Ontario. Dad was forty-two years older than mom and
he worked as an independent trucker for a timber company.
Mom was from a broken home. Her father was a raging,
abusive alcoholic, and her mom worked two jobs at diners to
pay bills. She grew up not knowing love, compassion, and
what a hug and kiss meant to a child. When she was just
seventeen she was homeless, finally finding a job in
Mackinaw City, Michigan, as a waitress. This is where my
mom and dad met. Dad was not only mom's husband and lover,
but her father as well. He restored peace, calm, and
stability to her life, and taught her support, loyalty,
devotion, and sex. He was her rock, and she was his one
and only love. And love him is what she loved to do.
Despite living on a very small income, and coming from
less than normal family backgrounds, both our parents were
very smart people. Mom had been an all 4.0 student all her
life, and dad an aerospace engineer in Vancouver until he
got tired of being cooped up in a research center doing the
same thing every day. Along with my parents there is
Kelli, my eleven year old sister. We are also smart kids,
and mature well past our age. You have to be to live up
here.
We lived near a small town called Elliot Lake, between
Sudbury and Ste St Marie, Ontario. Our home was a cabin in
the woods, about the size of a two car garage. It was
small, but we slept together in one bed and had all the
necessities of life. We never asked for much, and mom said
that God would provide what we needed. Dad and mom were
pretty lenient on what we wore around the cabin. Since
nobody lives around here it was not unusual for us to wear
jogging shorts or panties with a t-shirt and no bra, (or
nothing at all), inside the house. Most of our clothes
came from a second hand store in Ste St. Marie, Michigan.
Sometimes we got boys clothes as that was all they had.
Jeans are jeans, and t-shirts are t-shirts, mom would say,
while patching them up.
Kelli and I have our parents build; small boobs, very
long blondish hair, and steely blue eyes. Kelli's hair is
natural wavy like dad's. We are both tall, thin, with long
legs. Dad said our long legs would make us good hockey
players. But we had no desire to play hockey, although
watching hockey games on TV while sitting with daddy was
like an ice cream treat on a hot night! Why?
At a very young age we learned how to have sex. We
learned how to give and receive oral sex, masturbate, how
to kiss, and all that. We were never penetrated, although
we wanted dad to do to us like he did mom. Dad said our
bodies were physically too small to accept a penis. When
dad came home from long trips he would sometimes rub our
legs and bottoms and comment on how beautiful we would be
when we grew up. He would come up behind me and wrap his
arms around my chest, cupping my little boobs, giving me a
huge bear-hug, while kissing and nibbling on my neck.
"You're my girl, I love you so much," he would say, then
spinning me around to embrace him face to face for minutes
on end.
Sometimes when I crawled up on his lap to watch hockey
he would pull my panties to the side and massage my little
pussy. I loved it when he rubbed my pussy and kissed me at
the same time for three periods of a hockey game! It felt
so good to be touched, kissed, and held in his arms.
Kelli didn't have much in the way of boobs, just enough
to know they were there. She liked dad playing with her
clit, or his tongue caressing her cunny. He would suck her
tits joking, "We have to make these grow! They are too
delicious to stay small." Mom would yell at him saying,
"Those girls are completely normal girls. They will grow
someday!" We loved to give dad sex and make him cum.
Kelli and I loved the taste of his cum. But sometimes we
had to fight with mommy for first dibs. Best of all we
loved sucking him while he used his tongue and lips on one
of our pussies.
We had a fairly decent life as small towns go, and I had
my share of friends. I started getting sexually active
outside the family just before my thirteenth birthday,
mostly with boyfriends who liked to grab boobs or touch
panties. I would never let them put a finger in me, which
pissed them off. My sister was just getting interested in
boys, but she preferred dad over any boy. The boys just
couldn't measure up to dad. She was closest to dad and
sometimes we would fight for his attention. I didn't mind
as I got my share, and sometimes my sister and I would love
on each other.
In 2003 my mom received horrible news that my dad was
killed in a truck wreck. Another truck driver had been
driving drunk, and run head-on into my dad on Trans-Canada
Highway at the curve just outside of Algoma Mills. Both my
dad and the other driver were killed instantly due to the
impact of two trucks with full loads coming together at 104
kmph. I was devastated because my dad was a father, best
friend, and lover. Kelli was distraught beyond all
comprehension, and went silent and somber on us. Mom was
numb, and hardly spoke at all, and cried almost every night
for six weeks straight. She had us, but she lost a huge
part of her soul.
We stayed in Elliot Lake, Ontario, for a few months more
before mom said we needed to move to Ohio. She said she
needed "a support system" and help with finances. It was
big change for Kelli and me. The town we moved to was
called Leema. It was a depressing little Ohio community
which had seen better days. All over town you saw for sale
signs, boarded up homes, closed factories, roads in need of
repair, and people out of jobs.
People in Leema were different. They had no ambitions
or goals. One of the girls I met in school said jokingly
the smart people move away and dumb ones stay. There was
probably some truth to that. When it came to teens getting
together, girls were the property of boys. Sex was not
love or commitment; it was a service a girl provided. When
a boy wanted sex, you were expected to give it to him. If
a girl had needs, she was ridiculed and teased. Kelli and
I had a hard time getting acclimated into the community and
school. We were outsiders, held to a higher scrutiny,
targeted because of our differences. If you act different,
and have an accent, you ARE a target.
Boyfriends were very different than back in Elliot Lake.
They were rough, crude, and verbally abusive. My first
boyfriend would grab my boobs and squeeze them painfully.
If I complained he would call me a bitch, a fucking cunt,
or a "ho." My second boyfriend slapped my ass while we
made out. After the third slap I lost interest in him,
which usually caused him to get verbally abusive. He
believed all girls enjoyed pain when having sex. My third
boyfriend, Greg, was an older guy who attended the local
trade university. He was eighteen, and I was thirteen.
Yeah, I know that is quite a difference in ages, but we got
along OK most of the time and his friends were semi-
tolerant of me. I also looked older, carried myself well,
and was articulate when I spoke.
The university my boyfriend attended focused on diesel
and gas engines, so basically he was studying to be an
automotive mechanic. Although not really physically
abusive, he was verbally abusive. It was always fuck this
and fuck that, and every other curse word you could think
of. He also had a problem with hygiene. The last thing
any girl wants is for some guy with oily fingers putting
their hands on her tits or panties, kissing her with a
greasy face, or hugging with body odor. I was tolerant
till someone better would come my way.
Kelli was starting to come into her sexuality. We would
talk about the boys and how they treated us. She was
obviously distraught at the quality of decent guys. She
had problems at school with minority kids pushing her down,
smacking her books out of her arms, tripping her, or
calling her "Canadian Bacon" because of her nationality.
Her accent provoked a lot of teasing so she learned quickly
to keep her mouth shut and not speak. This was totally
different from her back in Ontario. Her boyfriend was like
mine, sort of an uneducated, unmannered boor, named Todd.
I had dreams of moving back to Elliot Lake or someplace
up north once I was on my own. But we also didn't want to
leave mom. Kelli and I talked many times how nice, civil,
and quiet it was back north. But for now we were stuck in
this fucking hell-hole of a town with people we didn't
like. We longed to find an educated, mannered, loving man
like our father for us, and mom.
It had been a tense time in school this past year with
bomb threats, fights in the hallways, and kids generally
acting like assholes in class. My mom took my sister and
me to the doctor and put both of us on birth control. Her
fear was that one of us would get raped and get pregnant.
I think she knew what kind of loser guys lived in town and
knew that any pregnancy would lead to us being single moms.
During the past school year, five of our classmates got
pregnant, including a ten year old at the elementary
school. We knew kids who were on drugs, and doing crimes.
The change in our social environment was more than
disturbing to me. I needed a vacation.
My boyfriend loved to fish, and had a group of friends
he fished with. Ironically, Kelli's boyfriend, Todd, was
kind of a tag-along to the group. One of the boys in the
group was David Vogel. I knew Dave's girlfriend Jane.
Jane could be a selfish little twat, but most of the time
she was accepting of Kelli and I. Perhaps because we were
always civil to her even when she was bitch to us. I would
also step in when some of the minority kids wanted to kick
her ass and mediate her nonsense. She was the groupie with
Dave and the guys who offer up her opinions on people,
usually comprised of ridiculing them. From what I know she
was easy. She had been on more sausages than French's
mustard.
Dave's dad, Frank, was a very successful and respected
businessman in town. He was one of those men you would
look at and think he was just a normal guy. He was in his
early sixties, had a little belly on him, and had blue eyes
and brown hair with some white coming in. He was quiet,
gentle, and cared about people. Actually, he reminded me
of my dad.
He was married to Darlene, who pretty much ignored him
since the day Dave was born. She was nice but you could
tell that their marriage was no longer a marriage of love.
They ignored each other and did their own thing. The few
times I met him with the rest of the gang Frank would make
sure we had money for gas and food, fish bait, and then
lecture us on being prepared for everything in life. Dave
would always protest saying, "I know dad, I know, I know!"
Frank always smiled at us girls and told the boys to open
doors for us and be gentlemen. The boys would roll their
eyes.
One day I heard the boys talking about a place up north.
Hearing "up north" peeked my interest. Greg said that
Dave's dad purchased property in Michigan's Upper
Peninsula. It was supposed to be on the shore of Lake
Superior. "He has a nice place, and a fifty-eight foot
boat," Greg said. "Now we can really do some fishing!
We've been invited for a two week vacation."
"Oh boy," I thought, "Fishing. Well fuck me ... that's
just what I want to do is fish and sit in a damn boat."
The thought of a whole day listening to boys swear, tell
lies, and catch fish was the last thing I wanted to do.
But, the tables were set for the trip in late June.
There were eight of us going on the trip, Kelli and I,
Dave and his girlfriend Jeni, and another boy named Ted and
his girlfriend, Jane. Jane had big boobs, with pubic hairs
shaved in the shape of a heart, and wore too much perfume.
She was always fishing for trouser trout.
Frank, Dave's dad, must have talked to my mom about
Kelli and me going up north. On her notepad next to the
computer was a phone number which said "Vogel" with a 906
area code and the dates we would be up there. She also had
his e-mail address, and a mobile and cellphone number.
She must have felt comfortable with us going away for
the week as she commented, "Frank seems like a decent,
honest fellow who wants the best for you kids." The more
and more I thought about it Frank sounded an awful a lot
like dad. Secretly looking at her cellphone I could see
they had talked about eight times, sometimes at great
length. So she must have been probing for information, or
getting a feel for how this vacation might go for us, and
how Frank might treat us.
The time finally came for our trip up north. Frank gave
us each an envelope containing a set of geographic
coordinates, exits on the highway for fast food, along with
a ten dollar bill. The note also contained instructions
such as "top off your gas tank in Mackinaw City or St.
Ignace," and "be sure you use coordinates, we don't have
street numbers."
"What's the ten bucks for," Greg asked.
"It's probably toll money for the bridge," I responded.
The rest of the group all looked at me like I had a unicorn
horn in the middle of my forehead. "We'll be going over
the Mackinaw Bridge, which requires a toll. $2.00 per
axle, or $4.00 per car," I said.
"Well... what's the deal with coordinates," Greg asked,
slightly annoyingly.
"That's because we're going where they don't use street
names or numbers. I have the feeling we'll be in a woods
or on an unpaved roads if he's giving us coordinates."
"How the hell do you know that shit?" Greg said, sort of
snotty.
"My dad used to drive truck. Sometimes I went with him
and counted out the money for toll booths, and a lot of the
jobs he had were at timber lines which were just places in
the middle of nowhere." I felt happy to be able to say
something intelligent in the group of dullards.
My mom called Frank one last time to inform him we were
coming. Frank assured her that he would keep an eye on us,
and treat us like his own. Mom knew Dave was a decent kid
with good grades and ambition so she felt comfortable.
Kelli and I had been on trips before when we rode with
dad. It's how we saw the Rocky Mountains, Winnipeg,
Newfoundland, Toronto, Montreal, and once we skirted the
top of New York City. But never had we been away from mom
or dad. However, travelling up north and getting out of
Ohio? Oh hell yes! I was ready to soak this adventure in.
Mom told me Frank built the place up north and there
were several cabins along with the main house. "It's
probably just a hunting lodge and cabins. Don't expect
much," she said. He told mom the boys would be in the east
cabin, and the girls in the west cabin, with a firm ten PM
curfew. He had security cameras to catch any nonsense
going on. Mom seemed satisfied knowing responsible adults
were monitoring our actions. She also said that Frank
didn't approve of drinking, drugs, fighting, or boys being
nasty to girls. "He sounds like the kind of guy I would
like," she said.
The drive up north was long and hard. Highway
construction had our speed way down. Dad would say, "This
is traffic to take a nap in." A usual 112 kmph drive on
I75 and US23 was down to 56. We left at 7AM in the
morning, but we didn't arrive till 8:30 that night, tired
and sweaty.
When we rolled into Frank's place it was the most
amazing sight. Off the access road we drove back at least
a mile and a half before coming into a clearing. There
stood a huge home made of brick with a lighthouse at the
top. It was sort of a colonial style like you see in
pictures of Philadelphia. It was so large we first thought
we were at the wrong location. It looked like a hotel,
except for the garages and out-buildings we drove past, and
Frank's truck with Ohio plates.
Kelli looked at one of the outbuildings and whispered to
me, "Those damn barns are bigger than our house in Elliot
Lake!" About 90 meters either side of the house were two
pairs of two cabins, and a shelter house. I'm reluctant to
say cabins as they were more like medium sized homes, at
least the kind I was used to living in. Cabins are
supposed to be small.
When Kelli, Todd, Greg and I pulled in, Dave's dad came
out of the house, welcomed us, and apologized profusely for
the problems on the road. He explained where the boys and
girls would stay, and then told the boys to carry the
girl's luggage to the girl's cabin. "You boys need to be
gentlemen and help the girls," he said, rather sternly.
The boys reluctantly complied and took our stuff to the
west cabin while we stayed with Mr. Vogel, then took their
things to the east cabin.
Just as they were done taking their stuff to their cabin
the other car of teens showed up with Dave, Jane, Ted, and
Jeni. They were given the same instructions and told to
come back to the cars when they were done. Kelli and I
continued to look around, admiring the surroundings. We
could hear the waves crashing on the beach, but our sight
was blocked by the house. Finally everyone returned.
"I want you all to know Mrs. Vogel did not want to come
up. She has important business down state, so you're stuck
with me. A couple rules..... First of all; don't wander
around after dusk. We have brown bears and wolverines
around here. Second; stay out of the woods. I didn't have
time to spray or clean brush out. You'll get ticks on you,
and the mosquitoes are the size of hummingbirds and are
hungry. Third; the whole area is wired with security, so
if you boys try going over to the girls place, or if you
girls go over to the boys place, I'll know about it.
Fourth; no drinking, drugs, fireworks, loud parties, or
nonsense. If you want to party together, keep it sane and
safe. Fifth; the shelter house is where you party, not in
the cabins. Curfew is 10PM. Got it? If anyone starts any
bullshit, I have a pilot friend in Pelston who will fly you
home, and before you land your parents will know all the
gory details of why you're coming home." We all nodded in
agreement. He reminded me of how stern dad could be with
rules. Dad was a fun guy, but don't break his rules.
"Breakfast is in the morning between 7AM to 9AM in the
main house. Just come in the back door, I'll leave open.
After 9AM, you're on your own. Lunch at noon, if you show
up. And dinner is at 6PM." As he went to leave he turned
around and said, "Dave knows how to pilot the boat when you
guys want to go fishing. He is the captain, and what he
says ... GOES! Wear life preservers, keep the marine radio
on, and no going down the coast to party or drinking on the
boat."
"Yea. Fishing, just what I want," I though
sarcastically as I trudged towards the girl's cabin.
From the outside the cabin looked sort of like a rustic
colonial building, one you would see on a side-street in
the UK or Philly. But once inside it was like a five star
hotel room. There was a kitchenette, living room with flat
screen TV, a shelf of DVDs, showers and bathroom, and (4)
four and a half meter by five meter bedrooms with a nice
oak queen bed, dresser, mirror, and couch. I thought to
myself, "This is better than we have at home." I just
could not get over the size and lavishness of the cabin.
I flung myself on the bed, and it was one of those
memory foam styles, the most comfortable I ever slept on.
Suddenly Kelli came running into my room attacking me,
"isn't this fantastic! I wish we could stay here forever!"
After getting unpacked it didn't take long to fall
asleep. Initially I went to bed with pajamas on, but it
turned out to be a rather hot night so I slept with just
panties and a sheet over me.
In the morning Kelli tried to call Todd on her
cellphone, but he was not answering. Same with Greg. We
later discovered the boys had brought their PlayStations
and were up all night gaming in their cabin. They went to
sleep around 3:30AM.
Kelli and I wandered over to the main house for
breakfast. When we walked in we got the full impact of the
house. It was beautiful! Polished oak wood floors, Corian
countertops, oak cabinets and trimming, furnished with the
most beautiful furniture. This was not your typical
northern home. The kitchen table was a huge oak table
which could easily seat twelve comfortably. And further
down was a living room with two couches and seating to
relax.
"Wow," I blurted out, "is this is all yours?"
"Yep. I worked hard all my life. I saved and
sacrificed. Now, this is my reward."
"How big is this place," I asked as looking around.
"One-hundred and fifty-five feet side to side, and
eighty-six feet deep. Two stories, and a third if you
count the lighthouse at the top. I own 285 acres, with
frontage on the lake."
"Frontage," I asked quizzically. "What done frontage
mean?"
With that, he leaned over and pressed a button on the
wall next to a light switch, and the curtains on the front
of the house started to open via a motorized system showing
a magnificent view of Lake Superior! Just then Jeni and
Jane came in. "Wow, will you look at that," they squealed,
running to the window looking out on the lake.
"Where are the boys?" Frank asked.
Jeni cocked her hips to the side, looking disgusted,
"Oh, they were up playing those stupid video games all
friggin night. I bet we won't see them till the
afternoon."
Frank chuckled. "OK, so what do you girls want," he
asked. "I have eggs, omelets, pancakes, waffles, fruit,
cereal, three types of toast, bacon, sausage, and there is
coffee, milk, or juice."
We all made our selections and Frank made us a breakfast
like you could get in a five star restaurant. He then sat
down with us and chatted as we all ate. After breakfast
Kelli and I volunteered to clean the table and do the
dishes. Jeni and Jane jumped up and plopped their little
asses down in the front room in front of the windows and
pulled out their phones and started texting, and shooting
selfies of themselves with the lake as a backdrop.
When we got done with the dishes, Jeni and Jane said
they were going out to explore the beach and ran out onto
the front porch facing the lake. Kelli and I stayed inside
and walked up to the big windows watching Jeni and Jane
play in the sand and water like two little kids.
Kelli was standing about arm length away from me, when I
felt the warmness of a hand around my shoulder. I looked
over, and Frank was standing slightly in back and between
us with his arms around both of us looking out towards Jane
and Jeni.
"Looks like they are having fun," he said. His hands
felt soft and warm. A warm, comforting, wanting feeling
came over me; one I've not had in a while. I looked at
Kelli and her eyes were wide open as if she had seen a
ghost. "I think this is just what you kids need. You need
time on your own away from the city. A time to find peace.
A time to discover what you want." He gave our shoulders
a little squeeze and turned and went back to the kitchen to
put away some pans.
"Wow," Kelli whispered excitedly. Her eyes were still
as big as mine. "That felt just like..."
"Dad," I answered.
Kelli nodded, "Oh my God, it was like he was here with
us"
A tear started to build in my eye.
"I miss being touched like that," Kelli whispered.
"I think we should go see what Jeni and Jane are doing,"
I said, trying to gain my composure. As we walked thought
the kitchen Frank looked up. "Are you girls OK?" His
face was concerned.
"Yeah, we're good. We have allergies. We're going to
go out with Jeni and Jane," and I hustled fast past him, as
he looked puzzled.
We played around on the beech till about noon when we
heard the boy's voices. Todd was the first to leave the
cabin and he was making his way to the boat dock. "We're
going to go out on the boat," he yelled. "Go get your
stuff and meet back here in a half hour."
I couldn't find Kelli and figured she was back at the
girl's cabin, and I was feeling pretty guilty about my
exchange with Frank, so I walked back into the main house.
Frank was at his desk doing paperwork and looked up.
"Well, hello again, Traci," he said with a smile.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"What for?" he asked, looking confused and concerned.
"I was rude and ran out without thanking you for
breakfast. I have a lot of things on my mind." Then it
just all came flowing out, along with sobs and tears. I
explained about the death of my dad, the rough times we had
been having living in Leema, and how the kids in school
teased us, and how I longed for a male parent in my life.
I missed the physical contact my dad would give to me with
his unconditional love.
He got up from his desk and wrapped his arms around me
and gave me a hug. Although an older man, he was muscular
yet gentle, older looking yet handsome, and his face showed
love and compassion. When I looked up at him with tears on
my cheeks, he took his index finger and wiped them off,
smiling at me, and hugged me tighter. "A pretty girl like
you doesn't need to shed tears. I know you've been having
a tough time. Traci, if you need to talk, or need
anything, anything at all, come see me. Whatever it is,
I'll do whatever to help."
Then he walked me over to a large mirror on the wall in
the corner of the living room. He had me stand in front of
the mirror, facing it. He stood in back of me, put his
arms around me, and gently kissed the top of my head. I
could feel his forearm pressing the sides of my breast, his
breath on the back of my head, and his body on my back, as
I looked in the mirror watching him. Familiar feelings
started to stir in my heart.
"Traci," he said in a low, calm voice, "Don't listen to
what other people say. Look carefully in the mirror and
study the person I see." As he pulled back my hair from my
face he kissed me on top of my head again. "What I see
before me is a beautiful young lady. Look at that face,
those eyes, that smile, and lovely body. You have
absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You're a bright,
lovely girl. When others people can't be as good as you,
they tear you down. They do so because it's all they can
do. They have no ability to be as good as you. Don't
worry, everything will be OK." Then he hugged me for about
thirty seconds while resting his cheek on top of my head
rocking back and forth like dad would do.
I don't know what came over me but I turned around
quickly making his hand brush against my now stiffening
nipples, which I'm sure he noticed. He was turning me on
as much as consoling me.
I turned my head against his chest and hugged him for
about thirty seconds. I could smell his scent, and hear
his heart beating in my ear. I wrapped my arms around his
neck, and pulled him to my face and started kissing him.
It started with a small kiss, and then became rather
passionate. At first he resisted, but then he relented and
kissed back. I opened my mouth, he opened his, and our
tongues danced together. We kissed for about two minutes
when I felt his hand slide from my back over my ass,
pulling me tighter against him. I was completely oblivious
to the outside world until I heard my sister outside
yelling, "Traci! Traci!"
I broke our embrace, a little out of breath, and scared
that Kelli would discover us. I looked at Frank with
loving eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Vogel, I really needed that.
You're like the dad I once had."
"You're very welcomed. And might I add, you're an
excellent kisser," he smiled as I ran towards the door with
a big smile. I must have looked like the Cheshire cat, I
was smiling so much.
"Traci, we're all leaving," Kelli said.
"I'm not going."
"What? Why?"
"Tell them that my stomach is upset and I'm staying
here," I said.
"OK," said Kelli, running back to the dock.
I turned and walked across the sandy beach toward the
girl's cabin, and called mom to let her know Kelli and I
were doing OK. I didn't tell her about kissing Frank, but
I did tell her about Frank's little pep talk.
"Mom, you wouldn't believe it, but Mr. Vogel is just
like dad. I was feeling pretty depressed and started to
cry. Mr. Vogel hugged me and told me not to worry. He
said everything would be OK, and to come to him whenever I
had a problem. Maybe you should get to know him, mom."
Mom said that when she talked to him she had the same
feeling about Frank. She said she asked a lot of questions
and he seemed to have the right answers. She also
mentioned he was always calm and comforting to her, and
asked if I though he was genuine. I said I thought so.
I don't know if this made or ruined her outlook on
Frank, but I told her his home was very big, new, and
expensive looking, but, "he's like dad in the way he deals
with people, very kind and loving. I don't think he's a
snob or anything like that."
"I sort of thought it was just your basic hunting
lodge." mom said. "I wonder how he could build a place
like that?" she asked.
"Mom, don't you remember, he built that company and then
sold it for millions. They talked about it on TV one
night. But that's not the point. What I'm trying to tell
you is Mr. Vogel is a lot like dad. Kind, gentle, and
loving."
As I was talking on the phone, I looked out on the lake,
and I could see the boat leave. Mom and I talked for half
hour more about our vacation, then I told her I would call
her later.
I was still worked up about kissing Frank. My thoughts
were confused. I'm thirteen, and he's sixty something.
But, damn, he's like my dad, and I wanted to be held again.
I wanted that physical touch of a mature man. I decided to
go back to the house to talk to Frank, again.
As I walked back to the main house my thoughts were all
over the place. What did I want? What should I say? I
want... Shit! Do I know what I want? The only thing I knew
was I like being held, cuddled, loved, and I missed daddy's
touching and making me feel good. I missed dad's sex.
I walked in the back door and couldn't find Frank
anywhere, so I sat down in a plush chair facing the windows
overlooking the lake. As I sat there with the thoughts
rolling in my mind I became aware of someone along side of
me. It was Frank, standing there, looking at me with a
smile. All he had on was a robe, and was carrying a wet
towel, like he just got out of the shower.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be
fishing with the other kids." he said while trying to keep
his robe together.
"I didn't feel like going fishing. I really.... I mean.....
I wish.... Damnit! Mr. Vogel, will you hold me again like
you did? It felt so good. Please?" I could tell he was
somewhat cautious about being with me in his robe. "I just
need to be held and feel good, Mr. Vogel."
"I don't know, Traci. You're awful young. Are you
sure? I feel guilty about what we did earlier."
I stood up and took three fast steps toward him, wrapped
my arms around him, and started hugging him as tight as I
could. He dropped the towel and put his arms around me.
Oh, it felt so nice having his arms around me, holding me.
I pressed body against him, feeling the heat from his
chest where his robe was open at the top. I was rubbing my
body on his chest and nuzzling his neck like a cat in heat.
I'm sure he could feel my stiff little nipples raking
across his chest. I looked up at him with sad eyes and
said, "Kiss me. Please, please kiss me again like you did
before. Please?"
He started to kiss around my neck then worked his way up
to my lips, then down to my neck again. A fire of passion
started to build inside me. We stood there and kissed for
what seemed to be at least twenty minutes before I noticed
his robe had come undone. I looked down to see a cock
about the size of my dad's, erect, and hard. Although I
had seen a man's cock before, this was the first time I had
seen one with no hair. From his navel to his knees he was
devoid of any hair. I'm sure he noticed me looking, but I
went back to kissing him, but couldn't help but look again,
kissed some more, and looked again. I was thinking about
how daddy would love me, and I would handle his tool to
make him feel pleasure as he pleasured me.
"You've never seen a man who has removed his pubic
hair?"
Looking down again, then looking up I said, "No, I guess
there is a first time for everything." I buried my cheek
into his chest hairs and hugged him even tighter. There is
a certain smell a man has, and it was making me mad with
need. I really needed for Frank to touch me, and now.
As I continued to rub and nuzzle him, and kiss him, I
slowly kicked off my sandals. Then I secretly untied the
knot for the sweatpants that I wore. They were my mom's
sweatpants, and a little larger than what I would wear, so
they were hanging by the hairs of my body to my hips. For
a top I wore a t-shirt my dad had given me which was
slightly oversized.
"Traci, you're stirring up feeling that I..." I cut him
off by placing my finger over his lips and sliding down his
chin to my lips which I kissed. I then took a small step
back which caused the sweatpants to fall to the floor. I
stepped out of them and looked up at him. He looked down
at my now exposed bald pussy peeking out from under the t-
shirt.
"Mr. Vogel, my dad would love me up when I felt bad. As
long as I can remember he hugged me, played with me, and
made me feel good. I need you to love me," and I stepped
back and pulled off my top and took off my bra. As my tiny
breasts came popping out he looked at me and smiled. He
removed his robe and let it drop to the ground.
I stepped forward and our two naked bodies now embraced,
with our lips joined together. He started to kiss me more
passionately than before, and took my ear lobe in his lips,
and traced the top of my ears with his tongue before
sucking on my neck.
He then ran his hand across one of my nipples real slow
and said, "See, didn't I tell you earlier you are a very
beautiful girl?" I gasped at the touch, and looked up at
him, and started to French kiss him more.
He broke our embrace and walked me over to the couch,
and then he walked over and locked the doors and drew the
curtains in back. "We don't want anyone walking in, do
we?"
He walked back to me and admired my sleek teen body,
then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my bare
back, bent down and locked in an embrace. I could feel his
male member pressing against my tummy like a hockey stick.
It felt so good to have a man holding me like this. I
missed it terribly. The more I seemed to miss dad, the
more I wanted to kiss, hug, and .... have him touch me in
special ways.
He sat down on the couch with me in his lap turned
sideways. I could feel his stiff dick across my ass. I
was consumed in him holding me and us making out. Many
more minutes drifted by with him kissing me all over my
face, lips, neck, and his fondling my breasts. I was in
heaven. This felt so fucking good! I didn't want it to
stop.
"Traci, would you like me to make you feel real good?"
"I don't want to fuck, Mr. Vogel. I'm still a virgin."
"No, I'm not going to fuck you ... unless YOU want to.
But trust me, you will feel good." I said nothing, and
like a moth drawn to a flame, started to kiss him again,
more passionately showing my approval. I loved how he held
me, cuddled, and kissed. It made me feel warm and loved.
"Traci, scoot down and lay on your back with your head
on my leg," he said. I moved down now curious what was
next. His boner was next to the left side of my head while
he stroked my hair with his left hand while his right hand
squeezed and felt my breasts. I was relaxing a little when
I felt his left hand move from my tits to my tummy, and
then start playing with my labia. I shuddered for a second
with a mini orgasm. It felt good. I hadn't had that
feeling since before dad died. I could feel that feeling
that I would get with him. I moaned softly as he slowly
worked his fingers between the labia. Then his finger
found my clitoral hood and opened it, touching the
sensitive little nub.
"Oh Jesus" I said in a shocked voice, arching my back
up.
"Relax and just go with it," he whispered. "Just relax
and let me make you feel good," and he leaned over and
parted my legs exposing my now wet slit. I could smell the
muskiness of my wetness which was adding to my excitement
and anxiety.
Slowly he massaged my clitoris which was gaining in
sensitivity, while his left hand continued to stoke my
hair. I was losing it with the sensation and could feel
something building up inside. He kept coaxing and saying,
"relax, just let it come to you. You're going to have a
beautiful experience."
As my pussy became wetter he would dip down and take
some of the slippery substance, and go back to running his
finger in circles around my clit. Then he extended his
finger strokes so it went from my clit, over my urethra, to
my vagina, and finally my rosebud, and sped up his motions.
I exploded in a massive orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhh..... Daddy!! Mmmmmm. Ahhhhhhh.....Oh my God,
Daddy!" His fingers raced over my clit, back and forth,
up and down, almost like someone playing a fast sequence on
a guitar. He held my cheek and stroked my head as wave
after wave of electrical like shocks ran through my body.
A couple times he dipped his finger into my vagina, but
sensing my maidenhead he didn't go into me any further.
I parted my legs wide open, lifting my knees. "Daddy,
I'm having a cummie again. AAAhhhh...... shit! Aawww feels
good!" For a few moments was lose in ecstasy, panting,
vocalizing my enjoyment. Finally, I begged him to stop.
My heart was racing, and I couldn't catch my breath. I lay
there panting like I had just ran a 200 meter race. My
brow was even sweating.
He took the palm of his hand and dragged it across my
labia a few more times, drawing what wetness he could.
Then as we relaxed I looked up at him and smiled. He
smiled back and took his finger, wet with my juices and put
it in his mouth. "You taste as beautiful as you look,
Traci."
"Mmmmm.... Mr. Vogel, Ohhhh, that felt so good. But now
it's your turn." I immediately rolled on my side, towards
his stiff pecker, and slowly started to consume it with my
mouth. I knew how to do this since I watched my mom give
dad blowjobs, and swallow, and she taught me how to do it
to dad.
"Ohhhhh. That's right, Traci, suck it good," he
groaned. "Oh, that feels soooo good!"
I started first by running my tongue around the head of
his dick, and sucking it like one would consume a popsicle.
Then running my tongue around the underside of the head in
that soft spot. As I sucked, I rolled around, kneeling on
the couch with my head in Frank's lap. I took my right
hand and started massaging his balls like dad showed me,
squeezing his testicles lightly, rolling them around in his
scrotum, to stimulate his body. As I did this I flashed
back to how my dad's cum tasted when I brought him to his
climax.
As I started to bob my head up and down I could feel his
hand slowly come up overtop my butt searching my wet slit
again. He leaned to the right finding, and assaulted my
now sensitive clit, again. After a few minutes it was
obvious that we were both on the verge of cumming at the
same time. "Traci, I'm going to cum." He grunted. I
nodded that I understood, and his fingers moved faster over
my clit. I could feel a huge orgasm blossoming. After a
few seconds I felt his dick start to spasm. It seemed like
one stream after another, I was having a tough time
swallowing. And I could feel his index finger sliding back
and forth with more pressure on my clit and ridge to my
vagina. Faster and faster, sending me over the top.
My head came off his dick and I started screaming,
"Daddy, daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy. Don't stop, daddy.
I'm coming, daddy." As I screamed some of his jizz run out
of my mouth, falling on his lap. I was out of my mind with
sexual delight, and was gripping his leg with my hand like
I was hanging on for dear life. Afterwards I saw I left a
handprint on his leg from gripping him. The muscles in my
tummy were rewarding me in ways I never could have
imagined. It was strong, and radiant, perhaps even
stronger than the last time my dad and I played around.
After minute the orgasm subsided and I was laying there
panting. I noticed the cum which had fallen out of my
mouth and licked it up. He looked at me, somewhat out of
breath. "Get up here, you." He whispered. I jumped back
up on his lap with my legs wrapped around his hips and
relaxed. I could feel his now limp dick against my ass
crack. We made out for about thirty minutes. I could
taste my pussy juices on his lips, and he didn't mind the
taste of his cum. He would lean me back, bending down,
grasping a nipple between his lips and run circles around
it with his tongue or tug on it with his teeth. Oooo, I
loved the feeling of a man's mouth sucking my tits!
Things started to slow down, or more honestly I think we
were both totally exhausted. "We better clean up," he
said. I really didn't want to get off his lap, but I knew
I had to. I needed to take a shower and clean up. I was
drenched in sweat, his cum, and mine. I smelled like sex.
We stood up, still naked, and he continued to kiss my
neck and lips. "Oh fuck," I thought, "I don't want to
leave. I want to do this all again." We kissed some more
then agreed we really did need to clean up. We parted for
a moment, and then he drew me back and kissed me saying, "I
love you, Traci." I exhaled slowly and smiled at him, "I
love you, too, Mr. Vogel. I really do," then grabbed my
clothes, putting on the shirt and sweatpants, carrying
everything else, and ran back to the cabin.
When I got to the cabin I put clean clothes out on the
bed and jumped in the shower to freshen up. As I finished
up in the shower, I heard the door to the cabin open and
slam shut.
"Who's there," I yelled.
"It's me, Kelli."
Wait... wasn't she on the boat, or is the boat back? I
went out with a towel around me.
"Is everyone back?" I asked.
"No they are still fishing." She came over, putting her
arms around me, trapping me from escaping, and started to
French kiss me. "Mmmmm .... so THAT'S what Mr. Vogel tastes
like." She smiled wryly at me. She knew what happened!
But how did she?
"You little shit, how did you know?"
"I decided I wasn't going to go fishing, so I went into
Mr. Vogel's house to get some pop to take back to the
cabin. He was in the shower, and the door wasn't
completely closed. I watched him for a while, while
playing with myself. When I heard you come in, I hid
around the back of the couch on the other side of the room
from where you guys were making out. I'm sure glad I did,
that was some show! I haven't seen people get off like
that since mom and dad would do it!"
"You little shit! Spying on me! I suppose you found it
interesting?" I groused.
"Well, most of the time I had my hand down my pants
playing with my cunny. I was pretending it was his hand in
my pants. But I wanted to stay hidden."
"Are you going to say anything to mom?" I was
concerned that she would want us to come home immediately
or have Mr. Vogel arrested for molestation.
"HELL No, but honestly, sis, I would sure like to have
Mr. Vogel do to me what he did to you." She flicked the
towel off my body, looking at my body like a wolf looking
at meat. "Yummy" she said, (which was her little catch
phase when she got hot and bothered).
Kelli grabbed my neck and started kissing me, hard. At
first I was a little annoyed, but then arousal took over
and I started making out with her. After a while we
settled down and curled up on the chair together.
We talked for about an hour more about what happened,
how I felt, and what emotions were running through my head.
Our talk was finally broken by the sound of the boat coming
back. It was the boys with Jeni and Jane. As they pulled
up to the dock, Jane was now wearing Jeni's top, and Jeni
was wearing Jane's top. Hmmmm... I wondered how they
switched. Interesting.
That night we all relaxed at dinner with some steaks Mr.
Vogel made on the grill. When he came around to serve me
my dinner I felt his hand softly on my shoulder, and I
looked up into his blue eyes and smiled at him. He mouthed
"love you" back to me. It was like my dad would do, and
although I was hungry as hell, those human feelings started
to stir.
After dinner I went to bed early. I could hear the
other kids at the shelter house, but I was too tired to
participate. Greg was pissed. He wanted to feel me out,
but I could tell from giving him a kiss on the cheek
earlier he had not washed up since coming back from
fishing. He smelled of sweat, fish, and bait. Yuck! As I
lay in bed I called mom.
We talked about things, dad, and then I mentioned I had
another talk with Mr. Vogel. She seemed interested. I
didn't mention the sex part, obviously, but simply said I
felt lonely and depressed and he hugged me, and talked to
me for a long time. As I talked to mom about him I
started to brush my pussy with my fingers, and play with
myself. I thought about what happened earlier and was
getting turned on again. "He's such a kind and gentle
man," I said. "I know we'll never be able to replace the
memory of dad, but maybe he could be our new dad." Mom
dismissed the idea saying she didn't know him that well,
but I reminded her that she always told me I was sort of
clairvoyant in my judging and trusting of people. "Mom, I
think you need to give the guy a chance. Trust me on
this." She agreed, albeit reluctantly, saying that he was
already spoken for. Although it could have been the end of
our vacation, I mentioned Mrs. Vogel choose not to be with
us, and I felt their relationship was somehow over.
We talked girl talk for a while, but somehow either mom
or I would approach the subject of him. I finally wrapped
up my conversation with mom by telling her that I loved
her, and thought it might be a good idea for her and Frank
to meet. She said she would consider it.
I lay in bed thinking over and over about what Frank and
I did, and how I felt. It was such a loving feeling, I
needed it more. And maybe, just maybe, he I could share
himself with Kelli and mom.
I woke up early next morning at 5:30. I knew Frank said
breakfast was at 7AM but I thought I would check out if he
was up and around. Sure enough, when I walked in the back
door he was up taking care of things. When he saw me he
smiled and said, "Good morning, sunshine. How do we feel
today?" He came over and gave me a big hug, and kissed me
on the forehead. Damn, it sounded and felt so much like
my dad.
I carefully surveyed the room to see if anyone was
around. I threw my arms around him his neck, giving him a
big, long kiss. He kissed me back, pulling my hair back on
the side, nibbled a bit on my neck, and then kissed me
right under my ear. I let out a little sigh.
"You know," he said, "that was pretty intense yesterday,
and I'm sorry if I was too pushy with you. It's just you
are such a beautiful, gorgeous girl. I wish I had a
daughter like you."
"Oh, Mr. Vogel, I wanted it as much as you did. It felt
real good. But we need to be careful. I think my sister
may know." I was trying to be as coy as possible, not
wanting to scare him. After all, he was a very passionate
kisser and his foreplay was, well.... a little better than
dad's.
"Oh, you mean your sister hiding behind the couch?"
"Yeah!! How did you know?" I was shocked that he knew
knew.
"She really needs to make sure she doesn't cast a shadow
on the wall. All the time you were having your orgasm, I
could see her shadow on the wall. She was trying really
hard to cum while trying to hide. Did she?"
"I don't think so, but I also think she was scared being
caught." We both laughed at the thought of Kelli thinking
she wasn't discovered.
"Maybe we should teach her, Traci. You know, start with
her titties," he reached out and softly ran his finger
across the now hard ends of my nipples, "and then seeing if
we can make her cum hard like you did," brushing his hand
across the front of my shorts.
Then Frank bent down and kissed me hard, cupped my
breast. Oh, it felt like heaven. He broke the kiss and
whispered, "Sometime we'll have to try something new,
something you have never done before."
"Oh yeah" I panted, "like what?"
When you have some time to yourself, in the bottom
drawer of the chest in the cabin's living room, you'll find
some books. There is one which is spiral-bound and quite
interesting. You might get some ideas. I found it at our
previous cabin. One of our girl cousins left it. I bet
they miss it."
"OK, I'm going to go look for it right now, since it's
early."
"You do that," he smiled. "I'm going to start prepping
for breakfast."
I ran back to the cabin in search of the mystical book.
I was quite as a mouse, digging through books of crossword
puzzles, old magazines, coloring books, tour guides, and
even a newspaper from 1999. BINGO, there it was. I
grabbed the book and closed the drawer on my finger.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!" right across the knuckle.
I tried to hold it in, but damn did it hurt. I quickly
scooted out the door, and make a beeline to the shelter
house where I could curse some more and massage my finger.
There I found a comfy chair to curl up in and read, despite
a throbbing finger.
The book was about sex, very graphic sex, sex between
adults and kids. It had stories about girls losing their
virginity, fathers and daughters, young neighbor girls
having sex with their friends and their friend's fathers,
vibrators, and everything. Man, this book was hot stuff!
I completely forgot about my bruised finger in no time.
A couple of times I caught myself fingering the outside of
my shorts as I read. I read about one-hundred and eighty
pages of sexually charged material until I heard my name
being called.
"Traci, where the hell are you? It's almost 8:30." It
was my sister yelling from the main house. I dashed out of
the shelter house yelling, "I'll be right there," and
headed to the girl's cabin. Once inside my bedroom I
crammed the book under my pillow and ran back to the main
house.
"Am I too late for breakfast?"
The other kids tried to convince me I missed my chance,
but Mr. Vogel put down a plate of scrambled eggs with
cheese, bacon, home fries, and half a bread roll. After
putting the plate down, he put his hand on my shoulder and
smiled at me. He looked at me with the big blue loving
eyes. "Damn," I thought. "I'm so horny right now I could
do him on the table with everyone sitting here as an
audience." He smiled at me and I sighed as I started to
eat.
"What the fuck is wrong with you," Greg demanded.
"Hey, hey, hey," Mr. Vogel scolded, "we'll have none of
that language at the table. So what are we going to do
today," he asked Dave.
"Fishing, out on the lake," said Dave.
"Fishing," I thought. "That's just what I want to do,"
sarcastically.
Kelli perked up, "do we have to?"
"Yes, you do," said Todd. Greg shook his head in
agreement. "You have to go! We have things planned."
I was the last kid out of the kitchen as everyone left,
and just before I went out the door I felt a pat on my ass,
and turned around to see Frank. "Have a good trip," he
said, smiling, and winking at me. I looked back, and just
to tease him I glanced at his crotch and licked my lips,
then ran.
A half hour later we met at the boat and Dave piloted
out about two miles and dropped anchor. As the fishing
started so did the lies, bullshit, and big talk. Suddenly
I was taken by surprise by Jane and Jeni. They walked up
to the front of the boat, put down a towel, and took off
their tops and bottoms. Jane showed a little fur around
her pussy, but Jeni had her pubic hair shaved and trimmed
now shorter into a heart.
They took great delight putting sunscreen on each other
and lay on the front of the boat. Dave left his fishing
pole in the back of the boat and went right up to Jeni. He
started to run his hands down her front, and then
positioned himself down on deck between her legs. O.M.G.
he was eating her out! After a while Jeni was flailing from
side to side in bliss. She had one small orgasm and more
were on their way. Jane got up on her hands and knees and
started kissing Jeni's face and squeezing her tits as Dave
munched away. Her butt was up in the air advertising for
action.
Ted came up behind Jane. Jane was already turned on by
Dave and Jeni, but was startled when Ted's tongue ran up
the crack of her ass. Both girls started rocking back and
forth. The girls kissed and felt each other's tits while
their boyfriends munched on their pussies which were being
devoured like they never had a meal. Dave had pulled
Jeni's pussy lips so far apart I could see her pink vagina
hole in the sunlight 20 feet away!
I was watching when suddenly I felt that familiar grab
of Greg's hand on my tits. He was kneading them like
someone making bread and it hurt. I started to pull away,
but he would force me back. He had one hand on my tit
squeezing it painfully, while his fingers pressed into the
front of my shorts, as if he was trying to force his
fingers through the cloth.
I looked over at Kelli, and Todd had already flipped up
her shirt and was sucking on her little mounds. She held
him tight and demanded he suck them more and more, which I
later discovered was her way of keeping him from putting
his hands down her pants or having to put her mouth on his
cock. It was a fair exchange in her mind.
As I watched the action suddenly there was a "SLAP", as
Greg's hand went across my exposed ass cheek below my
shorts. "Come on, bitch, act like you enjoy it." He
became rougher by painfully squeezing my ass. I could see
Jeni's hand now jacking off Dave's dick, but the moment was
suddenly broken by someone throwing up.
Yaaaaacccccckkkk.... Kelli was hanging over the side of
the boat losing her breakfast and feeding the fish. This
ruined the moment as everyone, myself included, had to
contain the contents of our stomachs. Listening to a girl
throw up, in a rocking boat, was affecting everyone. I
thought I would start to hurl.
"I'm headed for shore, and get off the lake," Dave said,
as he jumped up from between Jeni's knees. His mouth
glistened with her cum. Everyone sort of washed off, and
I went back to Kelli who was now crying.
"I ruined everything. I'm sorry," she cried.
"Jeezus, Kelli, at least you could have waited till you
jerked me off," Todd grumbled.
"Knock it off, Todd," said Dave. "She's a kid, on a
rocking boat, and you got her worked up."
I held Kelli tighter, and stroked her back. "There,
there, calm down, and let me hold you. Someday soon you'll
have decent sexual experience." Kelli raised her head up
and looked back at me, puzzled. I motioned for her not to
say anything, and just smiled while holding her.
After a while she stopped crying. As we came closer to
the dock I sensed there was a backup plan. Jane and Jeni
were looking for dick. They were starving for dick!
Ted and Dave knew about Dave's dad's ATV, and they
talked openly about going to buy rubbers and liquor from a
place which sold to minors. Since we all knew Jane and
Jeni were on the pill, and nobody knew that Kelli and I
were on the pill, I sensed the liquor would be used to
"soften us up" and the rubbers would allow one or more of
the boys to fuck Kelli or I without getting pregnant. I
really needed to figure out a way to get out of going with
them. Dave mentioned he had a map showing the logging
trails and a few secluded places near the shore.
As they mulled over their plan, Jane laughed and said,
"I want to be fucked so hard, and have so much cum in me, I
can taste it." I thought, "I bet you do."
I whispered to Kelli, "When we get to the dock, pretend
like you're going to hurl again, and run for the cabin.
I'll cover for you." She nodded that she understood the
plan.
When we finally tied up at the dock, Kelli took off
running to the cabin holding her mouth like she was going
to throw up. I told the other kids that I was going to
take care of Kelli and they should go ahead. Disappointed
in the change of their plans they headed toward a storage
barn where the ATV was located. I followed Kelli but
walked slowly. Frank was out cutting wood and motioned for
me to come over. "What happened?" he asked.
I explained it all. Hell, what did I have to lose?
Frank was pissed as hell and wanted to beat all the boy's
asses, but I convinced him to just let it be. He started
to calm down till I mentioned how Greg had smacked me on
the ass, and Todd was rough on Kelli's tits. When I turned
around to show him the red mark from Greg's slap, Mr. Vogel
put his hand on my still sore ass cheek, rubbing it softly.
Then he held me against him and stroked the back of my head
saying it would be OK. That calming, loving feeling came
over me. The hurt went away, but other feelings swelled.
The boys found a cart that Frank used to transport
firewood, and decided they could use it with the ATV to
haul everyone to the carryout and to their private fucking
spot. I was surprised when Frank said it was OK. "You
guys get back by dinner else I'll be looking for you. And
when I find you it won't be fun." They agreed with some
grumbling and everyone except Kelli and me piled in. I
walked back to the cabin to check on Kelli.
After they were out of sight, Frank came over and
knocked softly on our cabin door.
He whispered, "Traci, are you in there?"
I answered back and he whispered that I come out alone.
Once outside he took my hand and walked me to some stumps
arranged around a camp fire. "Did you find the book?"
"Oh yes I did," smiling back at him. "It was most
interesting and educational. I never dreamed of many of
those things."
"Ok, here is what I want you to do. I know the boys are
going off to have some debauchery, and who knows what they
will do or how many hours it will take to do it. They will
be gone for a long time. I want you to read some of the
book to Kelli, and then come over to the house in 30 to 45
minutes."
"Why?" I asked, sort of hoping we could be alone for
some more loving.
"I want to show both of you how a man treats a woman.
No hitting, no yelling. Gentle, kind, affectionate love.
Kelli needs to know sex is not violent, but loving." He
got up and started walking toward the main house.
I went back in and found Kelli in her room, lying on her
stomach reading an old Cosmo magazine. I got the book out
of my room and lay down beside her, and started to read
some of the most erotic parts of the book to her. As I
read, she was paying attention to every single word,
getting drawn into the stories. Occasionally, I could see
her hand move down to her shorts, manipulating herself or
squeezing her chest. As I read, I kept an eye on the clock
across on the wall. At 35 minutes I stopped, closed the
book, and looked at her.
"Hey! Why are you stopping? It was getting real good!"
she complained.
"Kelli," looking sternly into her steely blue eyes, "You
trust me, right?"
"Of course I do, sis. You're my best-us friend."
"Just trust me on this!" Then taking her hand we headed
toward the main house.
"What's going on, where are we going?" She protested
all the way. All I would just say is, "Trust me, sis."
Just outside of the main house I stopped. "Kelli, do
you remember how dad would treat mom, and the things he
would do to her?" Kelli nodded. "Do you remember how dad
would touch us, and make us feel good." Kelli nodded
again, "of course I do." "Do you remember how loved you
felt?" She nodded with a big smile. "Come on, let's go,"
I said and I dragged her in the door.
When we got inside Frank was there in a pair of jogging
shorts and a U of M jersey. Kelli leaned over to me and
said, "he's sort of hot looking." I nodded in agreement.
He motioned for us to come over to the couch, the same one
where we made out. We sat on each side of him.
"Kelli, what you saw yesterday was perfectly normal.
Two people enjoying each other," he smiled at her. "It's
nothing to be ashamed at. When you make someone feel good,
that's a good thing."
"I didn't see anything Mr. Vogel," Kelli protested.
"He saw you, Kelli," I spoke up.
Her face turned beet red, but Frank put his arm around
her and pulled her close to him nuzzling his face in her
hair, and kissing her. She didn't resist, and I sensed it
turned her on a bit. This was the same way dad had talks
with her. For a while he coddled her in his arms, stroking
the back of her head. He finally tilted her head back and
kissed her slowly. Kelli broke the kiss after fifteen
seconds exhaling like she had just run a race. "Oh crap,"
she said. "That was incredible!"
"Kelli, Traci, it's time both of you know how a real man
treats a woman. No hitting, no foul language. Sex is
supposed to be gratifying, enjoyable, not dreaded. When
your body is satisfied you should want more, and want to
return the pleasure to your partner more. I want to show
you, OK?"
Both us nodded it was OK, but Kelli was obviously
scared.
"Here is what we'll do," he said. "Kelli, you stay
seated, and let Traci rest her head in your lap. As she
gets excited, you softly stroke her face and encourage her.
Kiss her, and play with her tits. Make her feel good.
Now, Traci, I want you to remove everything you're wearing
and lay on the couch on your back, with your head in
Kelli's lap. I'll love you first!"
I stood up removing everything I had, and even though
Kelli had seen me nude before, her eyes got big watching me
undress. When Frank pulled off his shirt, showing his
masculine frame, and then his shorts, she mouthed, "Oh my
God". She stared at his dick and balls with no pubic hair.
It surprised her as it did me. To calm her, Frank ran his
hand across her face and leaned down and kissed her. I put
my head in her lap, and reached up and caressed her cheek.
"It's OK, I promise. Trust me."
Frank started kissing my cheeks then my lips, inches
away from Kelli's face. Then he moved down to my neck,
then to my tits. The fire was lit. It felt so good, so
very good. As he continued to lick and suck on my tits I
had to do something. I raised Kelli's shirt, turned my
head sideways, and started tonguing the little girl's
navel. I could sense this was the start of her arousal
and she took a quick breath and exhaled making a sighing
sound.
As Frank continued down to my pussy, and I motioned for
Kelli to bend forward. As he started exploring his way to
my pussy I started sucking my sister's tiny tits, pulling
on her nipples with my teeth softly. Her eyes rolled back
and she started panting. Just then I could feel my legs
being softly parted. Frank started licking me, pulling
open my labia, having complete access to everything I had
to offer. His hands were under my ass raising it up and
angling me so my love hole was right in front of him. All
of a sudden his tongue darted in my vaginal opening. It
was such a surprise that I bit Kelli's nipple slightly.
"OW! That hurt!" she cried. In a breathy apology I
said I wouldn't do it again and went back to sucking her
again. The smells and heat of our sex was turning us both
on. Frank was now between my legs lapping my pussy and
prodding with his fingers. He started to put a few fingers
in when something sort of hurt, and I flinched. He pulled
away.
"I see you're a virgin," he said. "I don't want to take
your virginity, so I won't touch you there again."
I panted, "nobody has been inside me, not my boyfriend.
I want to save myself for when I could take my daddy's
penis." He smiled and went back to tonging my virgin
slit.
He started to rub my now sensitive clit, at the same
time he would thrust his tongue inside me. I felt that
good feeling welling up inside. I could tell it was going
to be really good so I threw an arm around Kelli and told
her to pinch my tits with her fingers, and she did it.
"More," I said. Kelli regripped my areola and nipples,
rolling them in her fingers, while watching Frank munch on
me.
When she pinched them it was like someone turned on a
switch. The feeling started to rush into me and I came
violently. It seemed like minute or two of waves of
ecstasy rolling from one end to the other. I jerked up and
down, almost falling off the couch. From my chest, to my
ass, to my clit, my stomach, all over. Over and over again
waves of orgasms rolled. Frank was lapping away at my
pussy while fingering my clit, and Kelli was massaging and
pinching my stiff nipples and tits.
Finally I had to yell, "Stop, Stop, I can't take no
more. STOP." Kelli stopped first, and then Frank stopped
playing with my clit, but continued to slurp up all my
juices. I lay there on Kelli's lap until Mr. Vogel helped
me up.
"How did it feel?" he asked with a smile, and my juices
still on his lips.
"WONDERFUL!" and I threw my arms around him as we kissed
for about a minute passionately. I could taste my juices
on his lips and tongue. I sat down on the edge of the
couch and looked at Kelli. "Ok, sis, now it's YOUR turn."
Kelli's swallowed nervously, as I started to undress
her. At last I knelt down in front of her and slowly
pulled down her panties revealing a beautiful little bald
pussy. I kissed her right between her pussy and navel.
"Kelli, trust me, you'll like this.... no, you'll LOVE it." I
said with a grin.
I took the spot where she once sat and she lay back,
almost stiff. Mr. Vogel looked at her and consoled her.
"Relax, Kelli. You're very beautiful. Relax and let me
show you good love. Take a deep breath and get ready for
your body to pleasure you lovingly."
He started on her neck, and as soon as his tongue hit a
nipple and circled it, she started to become vocal;
moaning, and whimpering at the feelings inside her. I
started to stroke her face and lean to kiss her on her
forehead while telling her to consentrate on the feeling.
Frank spent about ten minutes sucking, and tonguing around
each of her little mounds, running his tongue around her
nipples as her whimpers became more pronounced.
As he moved down her belly he tongued her navel like I
had done. "Traci, I feel a strange feeling coming on," she
panted. I told her to relax and just let the feeling come.
Then Frank made his way to her little girl pussy. I could
hear her whispering, "oh God, oh God, oh God," as his
tongue started to part her labia.
He finally reached her clit which was sticking up from
between her pussy lips. It was no wonder Kelli could enjoy
touching herself through her panties! He flicked it with
his tongue, and she arched her back right up. "Woooo," she
yelped. "Traci, hold me tight!"
"She is sensitive, and wet, Tracie. Kiss her, love her.
She is pretty sensitive," Frank said, as he took his
fingers, and divided her pussy lips which showed a
glistening, wet, pink vagina. As he licked her labia and
toyed with her clitoris, Kelli rocked and reeled back and
forth yelling "don't stop! Don't stop! Daddy, Please,
Don't stop. Make me cum, daddy! Pleeeeeese!!"
I was taken by surprise at her loud vocalizations. Here
is this little eleven year old girl screaming in ecstasy.
Even with dad, I never hear her so vocal. As Frank
tongued her little hole and massaged her clit, she was
rocketing in massive orgasms. "Ohhhh.... Daddy. Lick me,
daddy. Lick me, PLEASE! More, MORE. Stick your tongue in
me. Please Daddy, make me cum!"
She was thrashing around so bad that she was falling off
the couch and I couldn't hold her. Back and forth she
flailed screaming in ecstasy, begging not to stop. When
Frank stuck his tongue inside her hole, and flicked
upwards, she grabbed his head pushing him down into her
virgin little pussy. "Oh, Kelli," he softly spoke, "I
can't get enough of your love juices. Let me make you come
more." He stood up and picked her up off my lap.
Frank took her over to the big oak kitchen table a lay
her carefully down on the table top. Sitting on a chair,
he put her legs over his shoulders with his head between
her legs, while seated on a chair, and began licking and
pulling her labia with his lips. He motioned for me to
come over and kiss her and suck her tits. "Suck hard,
Traci," he said. "We want her to make her cum good."
Pushing his face hard against her slit, parting her
little pussy lips, he was tongue fucking my little sister
while rubbing his thumb over her clit. Her ass and back
were flailing up and down while she vocalized loudly,
screaming at times. I don't know now he could stay on the
mark.
"Deeper! Yeah, (scream) ooooo yeah.... Aaaahhh. (scream)
I feels so good!" As far as I could tell she was having
strings of orgasm after orgasm, and they were rolling
through her like a tsunami, consuming ever nerve ending in
her body.
Finally, like me, she cried for him to stop. She just
couldn't take it anymore and begged for Frank to stop. As
things started to slow down, and she caught her breath, and
I found myself fingering my hole getting a funny feeling
and more physical desires. My pussy was aching for more,
but this time I wanted more than a tongue lashing. I
wanted Mr. Vogel's dick in me!
"What do you want to do now?" Frank asked.
"Fuck me," I blurted out. Kelli's head swung around in
disbelief, her eyes big and mouth open. She couldn't
believe what she heard. "Fuck me, fuck your little girl,
daddy," I said.
Frank stood up and looked at me. "I'll fuck you, but
YOU have to take your OWN virginity. And your sister has
to witness it."
Kelli looked at me and then at Frank and asked, "How can
she do that?"
"I'll lie on my back, and Traci will get on top of me.
Position my dick at your vagina, then press down as much as
you like. If you want to take your virginity, go all the
way. If it hurts, stop. Kelli, you watch as it goes
inside her, as someday you'll do it, too. You may see some
blood, but that's natural. When a girl's hymen breaks it
bleeds a little. The only thing I ask is when it's my time
to cum, take care of me. Remember, good lovers take care
of each other."
And with that we went down on the floor. Frank lay on
his back on the rug, and I started to get on top of him. I
instructed Kelli to go around to his ankles where she could
see his prick enter me, and she literally ran to get into
position. She was as excited as curious.
As I swung my hips up and over top of him, my emotions
started to get the best of me. I was so nervous I could
not find my opening, almost pressing his dick into my ass.
Then I could feel Frank's hand moving his dick from my clit
to my ass, up and down getting it wet. I started to come
down on it, we found the special spot! The head started
to press my opening. It hurt a little, but I could stand
it. More and more I pressed as I tried looking between my
legs to see where it was.
"It's going in. It's going in!" Kelli shouted, all
excited.
I pressed and pressed again, and then pulled it out,
pressing in again. I now felt the tip of his dick at my
maidenhead. It was now I had to make a decision. It felt
so damn good just going between my pussy lips, even if it
wasn't all the way in.
"God, Traci, it's sort of in you, but there is still a
lot left to go," Kelli yelled.
Try as I could, gritting my teeth, I tried to punch his
dick through my cherry, but it hurt so, so very, very bad.
I was tearing up as I tried. It hurt so bad. I wanted
Frank to fuck my pussy but I just couldn't take the pain
anymore.
"FUCK. Son of a BITCH!" I screamed, as I leaned
forward, collapsing on his chest and starting to cry
uncontrollably. I was hysterical as I wanted his meat in
me but I couldn't stand the pain.
Frank wrapped his arms around me and held me tight,
comforting me. "Don't worry, Traci. It's OK. It will
happen someday, it's just not that day." He held me tight,
and kissed my tears away, but I could still feel the motion
of his dick at my pussy.
Kelli, who had a great view of his prick trying to
penetrate me, was jacking him off slowly. The head of his
dick still close to the entrance to my vaginal canal. I
turned around and watched Kelli jacking him until Frank
stiffened up and grunted, "I'm about to come Kelli. Pull
it away!" It was at this point I regretted not pressing
down harder, ignoring the pain to get his seeds flowing in
me.
She pulled it away, all right, right into her mouth just
at the right time. She continued to jack it up and down
with her hand. "Mmmmm!" Frank took a deep breath, and
stiffened up with me lying on top of him. I knew what was
happening. Kelli's mouth was being filled with his cum!
"Swallow it, Kelli. Swallow it," I yelled. "Don't let
any of it get away."
Kelli took the entire load and swallowed it. Even
after the flinching of his stream subsided she kept it in
her mouth sucking softly. When she came up off Frank's
dick she smiled, and let go of his shaft, leaving it fall
against my pussy. Frank was clearly spent by the orgasm
he had, but he had one more surprise for me.
"Roll over," he whispered. I rolled over on my back and
he proceeded to lap and lick my now sore pussy till every
ounce of my juices were gone. I came slightly again in the
process, but not as strong as before. Nevertheless the
utter love I had for him made me want to try again in the
future.
Frank turned around and did the identical thing to
Kelli. She started screaming in delight as his tongue had
his way with her pussy lips, clit, and reddened vagina.
Her fingers were wrapped behind his head, and she was
bucking up and down as a few little girl climaxes consumed
her.
After both of us were satisfied he got up and helped us
to our feet. "That's the way a man treats a lady," he
said. "Did you enjoy this sex?" he asked. We both smiled
and nodded in agreement. "Let's get into the shower before
the others get back." He picked up Kelli and carried her
as I walked behind them.
We went into the shower and washed each other, which was
enjoyable in its self if you wash someone up in those
special spots. After drying off we put our clothes back
on. Exhausted, we curled up together and watched TV on the
couch under a blanket. It was just like having dad back
again. We cuddled up on each side of him, and when I
looked up at him, he would look down, smile, and kissed me
on the forehead.
"You know, I enjoyed our sex," he said. Both Kelli and
I nodded our head and smiled really big. We just cuddled
up and watched TV for an hour or two till we heard the
sound of the ATV coming back. We quickly grabbed our stuff
and ran for the shelter house.
We got in just in the shelter just in time to see the
gang top the trail edge, and stop at the house. We walked
over to see them. Getting off the ATV we could see Jeni
and Jane's crotches were soaking wet, a clear sign than
someone had savaged their pussies.
"What have you guys been up to?" Dave said.
"Oh, we took a trip down the nature trail and took in
some sights," Kelli said. I was taken back by her double
entendre, and elbowed her in the side. Dave shrugged his
shoulders no knowing what she meant and told the other guys
to go back to their cabin. The boys were too tired to do
much of anything. Jeni and Jane hightailed it back to the
girl's cabin and said they needed to take showers as they
were 'a little sweaty from looking for seashells'. I
thought, "bullshit," but after what I went through I felt I
got the best of the bargain today. Kelli looked over at me
and smiled. "If they only knew," she said. We laughed,
and my little sister and I held hands as we entered the
cabin.
As soon as we got in the cabin Kelli demanded to know
where the sex book was. I dug it out from its hiding spot
and gave it to her. She ran back to her room and closed
the door. I went into my room and closed my door and took
off my clothes and crawled into bed. I called mom on my
cellphone and we talked about my vacation, girl-things, and
dad. I approached the subject of intercourse and how it
feels. She immediately panicked and wanted to know if Greg
and I were doing it. I screamed, "Not No, but HELL No!
Are you kidding me, with HIM?" and she pressed why I was
asking. All I could say is I missed dad and how he would
touch us and play with us, and how Kelli and I would watch
her having sex with dad and enjoying it. I could hear her
voice quiver as she said she missed him, too. I mentioned
to her that I wished Frank and her would get together as I
wanted to see her happy again. She dismissed it by saying
she really didn't think Frank would like her. I told mom
that she should give herself some credit as she was still
very sexy. Mom asked, "You think so?" I told her I
thought Frank would probably rock her world, which she
found funny. Oh, if she only knew. We talked for a while
more, again approaching the subject of Frank and her, and
then told her I loved her and wanted only what was best.
She seemed delighted that I would be so concerned about
her. I said I was going to take a walk over to the shelter
house and would call her later.
I grabbed a couple books and walked over to the shelter
house and vegged out in a hammock. My thoughts still racing
about Kelli, Frank, and me. As I lay in hammock my right
hand came up to my left breast and toyed with my nipple. I
missed dad so much, and wished Frank would be our new dad.
That night at dinner it was just the girls at the table.
The boys had porked out on snacks after they got back and
had no interest in dinner. They were exhausted from their
fuck fest. Jane and Jeni were their usually selves, but
maintained some civility at the table. After dinner they
jumped up and said they were going out to play on the
beach, leaving their dirty dishes at the table. That left
Kelli and I alone with Frank. We helped him clean up, did
the dishes, and put them away. When we were all done he
took our hands and walked us over to the couch. He sat
down, and we jumped in next to him.
"Girls, I really appreciate your help," he said.
"That's OK, Mr. Vogel. We like to help," I said.
"And we really like being with you," Kelli said.
"Yeah, I guess that's the problem," Frank said softy.
"What problem?" I asked.
He looked at me first, then Kelli. "I'm falling in love
with you girls."
I looked at him, and slowly smiled. Kelli rested her
head on his shoulder. "Mr. Vogel, we have never done
anything like we have done with anyone else, except our
father," I said. "You remind us so much of him, but at the
same time you're uniquely different. When we kiss I feel
peace and love throughout my body. I wish there was some
way you could be our dad, and maybe mom's husband. And the
sex we had .... Well, it was like ... it was more enjoyable
than I ever imagined."
"Oh, yes it was," Kelli chimed in. "You made me feel so
good. I love you, Mr. Vogel."
"I just don't want you girls being hurt. I promised
your mom I would take care of you, but not the way I have
been. I sort of feel guilty. But I just can't put into
words the love I feel for both of you. You're smart,
articulate, and .... Well, you would be the best daughters a
man could EVER have."
I leaned up smiling and kissed him, and Kelli did the
same.
"I'm sorry if things are getting out of control, but I
just want to make you feel good, and I want to love you.
You are so very special." He turned and gave us both a
kiss, and then stood up, and helped us up. "I think you
better go, before our clothes come off again."
"Ok, Mr. Vogel, but I have to say something," I said. I
moved up real close to him and said, "I love you, dad,"
then I gave him a long kiss.
When I stopped, Kelli kissed him and ran her hands
around his face and neck. "I love you, too, daddy. I wish
you were our father. I love you so much!"
He walked us to the door with a big smile, hugged us
again, and we walked back to the cabin.
"Damn it, Kelli," I bitched, "I'm falling for him, too.
We got to find a way get him to mom together. I know they
would hit it off."
"How will do that," Kelli quipped.
"I don't know. I just know Mr. Vogel will get her out
of her funk, and you and I will have a dad again. We just
have to be subtle about it so she doesn't get suspicious.
Let's start telling her more about him. Maybe she'll take
the hint."
We got back to the cabin and watched TV for a while
cuddled together on the couch. After a while we realized
Jane and Jeni had packed up their stuff, and moved to the
adjacent cabin. "I guess they didn't like us," I said.
"I guess they are trying to find a way to get dick
without us knowing," Kelli said. We laughed and kind of
felt good that we were no longer sharing the cabin with
them.
With them gone, that allowed Kelli and me to sleep
together without them knowing. We shut her door, and then
she came to bed with me. We were tired, but not too tired
to make out for a while. We took off our clothes and I
loved up my little sister! We finally fell asleep in each
other's arms.
The next day I woke up early to high winds and waves. I
thought to myself, "shit, if they can't go fishing, and
they can't go on the ATV, I'll have to put up with Greg's
silly ass today." The thought made me sort of ill. I
didn't see Kelli in my room and figured she went back to
her room for some privacy, so I wandered over to the main
house to hang out with Frank before breakfast.
When I came in the back door to the kitchen I could see
Kelli beat me there. She was helping Frank make breakfast
cinnamon rolls on the center island in the kitchen. Frank
was complimenting her on her culinary skills with the bun
dough on the baking pan when he saw me. "Speaking of nice
buns, look who finally woke up," he joked. I ran over to
him and gave him a huge hug and a kiss.
"Is there anything I can do," I asked, smiling wryly at
his remark.
"Sure. If you can cut some ham slices, I thought we
could have scrambled eggs, ham, and hot butter cinnamon
buns. What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me," I said, while thinking I would
rather have something else, if you know what I mean.
Nevertheless, I walked over to him and gave him another big
hug, looked up at him, and smiled.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"That's for being like a dad to us, loving us, and
taking care of us," I said. He returned the hug and gave
me a kiss on the forehead, motioning with his lips "I love
you."
We finished up with the food preparations, and it was
about 7:15, and the other kids had not showed up. I could
hear the wind blowing and the waves crashing on the beach
even with the windows closed. I wondered if anyone else
would join us for breakfast.
Frank washed his hands and turned around to us. "If you
don't mind, we should probably hold breakfast till the
others arrive. Meanwhile, I want to talk to you." My
mind started to race as to the possibilities. He looked
real serious. Kelli's eyes darted from him to me, as he
led us over to the couch where we made love previously.
"Girl's, we need to talk. When we had sex, did I take
advantage of you?" We both looked at each other. Kelli
and I shook our heads and said "we didn't think so."
"Mr. Vogel, Kelli and I were raised being loving,
touching, sexual, and that sort of stuff. You didn't take
advantage of us. We wanted it just as much as you did.
You made us feel like we wanted to feel. Believe me, if
you were trying to take advantage of us, we would have let
you know!"
"I'm happy to hear that," he said. "I suspect we're
both in need of touching and love. Mrs. Vogel and I have
not had sex since Dave was three. Now she wants to divorce
and stay in Ohio. She has no interest in me. I want to be
here in the peace and quiet. I know you have been having a
hard time in Ohio. I guess we both need each other. And I
think your mom wants you to have a dad."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I have been talking to your mom, giving here status
updates," he said.
Panic suddenly hit both Kelli and I. "You talked to
her? Did you tell her about us doing..."
"NO, that is between us! She made me promise to tell
her how you were doing, and frankly she is worried about
both of you. She doesn't like where you guys live, she
doesn't like the school, the people, or the community.
She's afraid that you both will be beat up or raped. She
loves you very much, so VERY much. The death of your dad
has hurt her so bad, and you both are the only thing she
has in life. When you left to come up here, she made me
promise to call her twice a day, protect you, and make sure
you were comforted in every way."
Kelli started crying, and Frank reached down under her
knees and put a hand around her back, and scooped her up
onto his lap. He rocked back and forth slightly with her
in his lap as she cried, hugging her, kissing her and
saying "it's OK. It's going to be OK." I was close to
tears but still composed, and leaned against him. He then
cuddled me to his side, kissing me on my head."
"Everything works out for the best," he said. "I just
wanted to be sure you were not having sex with me because
you were desperate, or I was taking advantage of you. But
here's another thing. Every time I talk to your mom I
feel.... well, I feel like I want to get to know her, and
maybe, you know, maybe see if she wants to come up here and
see me, and maybe ... um, get together."
Kelli raised up her head. "Mr. Vogel, PLEASE be our
dad," Kelli said. I jerked my head up quickly at what she
said. "Mom needs a strong and kind man, and we need a dad.
You need a good wife. We'll be good daughters and do
anything you want, ANYTHING! Please be our dad."
"I'm not sure I can promise that right now. I mean,
don't you think your mom should have something to say in
this?"
Kelli got up and straddled his lap, with her legs around
his hips, and threw her arms around his neck. "Look here,
Mr. Vogel. Talk to her. Call her, tell her how you feel.
Tell her you need a strong, beautiful wife and cute
daughters to make your life whole. At least invite her up
here and get to know her." Kelli planted a long kiss with
an open mouth on him. He kissed back and I muscled my way
in, too, kissing him and Kelli. "You know you want sexy
daughters, and a sexy and loving wife. It's the perfect
opportunity," Kelli whispered in his ear. "Call her."
"You know in your heart Kelli's right," I whispered in
his other ear, then nibbling it.
The sexy mood was suddenly broken with the scream of
"Fuck you, you bitch" outside. Jane and Jeni were fighting
and on their way over to the main house.
Frank picked up Kelli and put her on the floor. "Girls,
I love you both very much, and I would love to be your dad.
I think living here is far better than back in Ohio. If I
had a choice I would keep you here with me, and raise you
as my own. But that's not my decision to make. But, maybe
we can find a way." He then gave us both a hug and big
kiss again. "Let's make breakfast so the two grumpy girls
will stop fighting," he said.
As we walked into the kitchen area Jeni and Jane came in
still arguing. "Girls! Girls! For shits sake what is the
problem?" Frank asked, really annoyed at the drama queens.
"Nothing," Jane snarled, and she went over to one of the
kitchen chairs and started playing with her phone while
Jeni sulked over to the couch.
As Frank and Kelli started making breakfast, I put the
cinnamon buns in the oven and then motioned for Jeni to
follow me outside to talk.
Once outside, we went into the wood barn to get out of
the wind and drizzle. I asked Jeni what was going on.
"That little fucking little cum sucking cunt whore
bitch!" Jeni said, annoyed. "I arranged to sneak over to
the boy's cabin about 3AM for some fucking and sucking on
Ted. That little cunt found out about it and went over at
midnight and fucked and sucked ALL of them. She got every
ounce of their ALL their cum. Every fucking damn ounce!
When I got over there, Ted had no interest in me, nor did
any of the other boys. They couldn't get a hard on if they
were paid to!"
"You got to be kidding me," I said, all the time
thinking "tough luck, dumbass." But I was still curious,
and mad, "Why did she do that, and are you saying she did
ALL the boys?"
"She said I got the best of the fucking the other day
when we took off on the ATV, and said it was her turn to
get hers. She not only did Dave and Ted, but she also did
Todd and Greg! She has enough cum in her tummy and twat to
get the whole senior class pregnant. She's a shit bitch!"
Hearing this made me mad. Although I was starting to
hate Greg. This was sort of the last straw for me. But
hearing that Todd had been a party to this made me madder.
How would I tell Kelli? "Are you sure she fucked Greg and
Todd?"
"Yep, one by one she let each boy fuck her without a
rubber. After they came in her, she sucked them each of
them off. When she was done with all four, she started
sucking them again until they came again in her mouth.
Then tried to do a third time. I heard her come back to
the cabin just before I was going to leave to go over.
When I got to their cabin the boys told me to buzz off.
That little twat pisses me off!"
I was pissed, too, but not as much she was. I heard the
boy's cabin door slam and Jeni took off to the main house.
Not knowing if there would be a confrontation I waited a
second and then came into the house. I didn't want to make
it obvious we spoke. Breakfast was already on the table.
Breakfast was civil, but there was tension in the air.
Kelli and I helped serve everyone their meal, and kept our
distance in case there was a dust-up. Jane and Jeni kept
their cool, but the boys could sense something was up and
were in defense mode. I think Frank could sense it too as
he kept looking at them. They would look back guilty as
hell, lowering their eyes, refusing to make eye contact.
At the end of breakfast Kelli and I volunteered to clean
the table, and wash dishes. Jeni and Jane left for their
cabin, somewhat forgiving their argument.
Dave came over and asked his dad, "Could we borrow the
car and go into Ste St Marie to see the locks and the
Valley Camp? (The Valley Camp is a museum ship you can
tour). We also want to go to the Fudge Du Locke." (The
Fudge Du Locke is a place in town with some of the best
fudge you can find in the U.P.)
"I don't know, Dave," Frank said, looking out the
window. "There's a pretty big storm coming down the lake
from Wisconsin. I'm real concern how it's building over
the west end of the lake."
"We'll be OK, dad. The storm is not supposed to get
intense till later tonight. We'll be back by 5PM at the
latest. Come on, can we go?"
Of course I knew Dave was speaking out of his ass. Lake
Superior can be very unpredictable, and the storm could
come early, or later, and the intensity can change on a
moment's notice. Dad always said there was a reason people
said, "Lake Superior never gives up its dead." Brutal
storms will come down the lake from the west-northwest and
are unpredictable.
After a lot of pleading, moaning, and promising, Dave's
dad finally relented. Dave and the boys took off to their
cabin. Frank looked at Kelli and me, "Are you going?"
"No, I went there with my dad. Kelli and I have seen it
all. But I really don't want to hang out with the boys,
ever again." Kelli looked at me, startled, questioning my
words. She knew I liked the fudge shops in Ste St Marie,
and wouldn't pass up the shops on W. Portage Avenue.
"Oh, why not," he asked.
"Let's just say I have trust issues," I said, looking
over at Kelli, who was surprised, expecting and
explanation. I then started for the sink to wash some more
of the dishes.
"OK," he said, still curious but dropping the subject.
He looked at Kelli like he was expecting an answer from
her, and Kelli made a motion to him like she didn't know
what I was talking about.
Kelli and I finished up the dishes, wiped off the table,
and swept the floor, as Frank was putting away the pots and
pans. I told Frank we were going back to our cabin.
"Wait," he said. Then he wrapped his arms around both of
us, bending down to give us each a long kiss. "Thank you,
girls. I appreciate the help. I love you!" He snuggled
us all together. We both smiled and said, almost in
unison, "Love you, too." He patted us on our bottoms.
The wind was brutal outside and I took Kelli's hand.
"What do you think about Mr. Vogel being our dad," I said
as we pushed our way to the cabin,
"I would love it a lot. But how do we convince mom to
marry him, or even meet him?"
"I don't know, but I think if Mr. Vogel needs a wife we
HAVE to try to introduce him to mom. They would be perfect
for each other. Kelli, just think. Mom would be happy,
and I'm sure both of us would be happy. I don't see a
better opportunity, do you?"
When we passed the other cabin, we could see through the
open door Jane and Jeni primping for their trip with the
boys. "Are you going with us?" Jeni asked.
"No, I think Kelli and I are staying here. I don't like
the way the weather is acting," I said.
Jeni cocked her hip to the side doing her ghetto stance,
"what are you, some kind of fucking meteorologist or
something?"
Kelli shot back, coming to my defense, "Meteorologist.
Isn't that sort of a big word for you to use?"
"Shut up, or I'll pound you, twerp," Jeni screamed. I
stepped between Jeni and Kelli so nothing would escalate.
Jane came out of the bathroom and asked what the hell was
going on, and Jeni just turned and walked out the door.
Jane looked at me and asked again what the problem was,
and I told her to forget it. Then she asked if I was
going. I told her no. She wanted to know why and I
explained that I knew about last night, and her fucking and
sucking Greg. Then I mentioned I also knew about her and
Dave, Ted, and Todd, forgetting Kelli was standing behind
me. As I realized what I had just said, I turned around.
Kelli got a shocked look on her face, and her lip started
trembling. She turned around and bolted out the door
towards our cabin, crying.
"Hey, a girl has to get what she can while the pump is
good and primed," Jane said, smiling from ear to ear. "And
just remember, Greg didn't turn me down. It's not like I
forced myself on him. He wanted it, I supplied what you
wouldn't. And if he and the other guys are up for it
again, I'll do it again." Honest to God, I wanted to face
check the bitch into the wall where she stood.
I walked back our cabin and to Kelli's room and found
her with her face buried in her pillow, crying. "I'm
sorry you had to find out that way, Kelli."
"It's not your fault," she cried. "I know Todd is a
nothing but a horny cockhound. He told me a couple days
ago that if I didn't fuck him while on vacation, and let
him cum inside of me, he would get rid of me like a bad can
of beer. I don't want anything to do with him," she cried.
I bit my lip and told her I not only understood, but I was
in the same boat with Greg.
After some wallowing in pity, we decided to call mom.
She was real happy to hear from us, and pretty sad to hear
about our boy problems. I told her Mr. Vogel made up for
it. Kelli slapped me on the bare leg and whispered, "What
the fuck is wrong with you? Don't tell her anything!"
I had to back pedal when mom started asking me questions
about what I meant. I was careful not to let the cat out
of the bag, but emphasized he took good care of us, made
sure we were fed, and we were safe in our cabin at night.
That last reference made her feel at ease. I mentioned I
might try to send her some pictures of us. "I'll also send
you some pictures of Mr. Vogel's place," I said. "It would
be a nice home for a great mom with two awesome daughters."
"I would like to see that, honey. I'm curious about the
man," mom said. Suddenly I got the feeling she was
getting interested. On one hand I didn't know if it would
impress here, on the other hand I didn't know if she would
be scared off, having come from a more humble surroundings.
"What do you think, Traci? Is he really a decent guy?"
"Mom, I'm serious, Mr. Vogel is not like the guys back
in Ohio. He's kind, takes care of us, loves us, and I
think he would be someone you would enjoy being with." I
said. "He's like dad, but he's also a lot more. You and
he need each other. I would think about it."
She asked to speak to Kelli. Kelli took the cellphone
and talked to mom for about 18 minutes. Right at the end
of the conversation Kelli took a parting shot. "I don't
know if you are aware, but Mr. Vogel will be single, soon.
Yeah, his wife doesn't want to be with him anymore. She
says she has other interests. He's a nice guy, you should
meet him. He's a lot like dad." I took the phone from
Kelli and talked to mom, saying I agreed with Kelli. "Mr.
Vogel was like dad to us. Caring, sensitive, hardworking,
and protective." I said. She said "I know."
We talked some more, and then heard Dave's dad's car
pull out onto the stone drive. I told mom we had to go and
would call her later because it was just starting to storm.
I went to the window and looked to watch them leave. Kelli
joined me at the window watching them leave, counting six
people in the car. To the west it was obvious the storm
was sort of moving in, so there was no going outside to
play on the beach. But we were alone without all the
bullshit.
As I turned around Kelli had an certain look in her
face, "Traci, I need some loving." I quickly obliged by
putting my hands softly on each side of the little girls
face, opening my mouth, and proceeding to French kiss her.
She eagerly kissed back. We must have kissed for about ten
minutes before she broke our kiss and took me by the hand
and led me over to my bed.
"What's up?" I asked.
"You know what's up," and she started to undress me. I
smiled at her and started to undress her. We lay down on
her bed and continued with our kissing, and alternating to
each other's breasts. Kelli stopped for a moment, like she
was thinking, then said, "Traci, lay on your back. I read
something in that book you showed me that I want to try on
you."
I turned and lay on my back, and Kelli mounted me with
her little girl slit in my face, and her face in my slit.
It didn't take any coaching to know what to do. We started
licking and sucking on each other. It seemed like a
contest to make the other person feel good. Kelli was
really hitting the right spots on my body. Perhaps being
siblings, our sex needs and sensitive spots were the same.
I reached around her legs from the outside, pulling her
labia open licking wildly. Finding her clit exposed I ran
my tongue around it then nipped it a bit with my teeth.
She cried "Ow" for a second and then did it to me. "Ow," I
yelled. This sort of made our clits more sensitive to the
licking.
I flicked her clit with my tongue, and she did it to me.
I jumped, but this made our clits even more sensitive. I
was having orgasms as was she, and I could feel her small
fingers prying me open and licking the opening of my
vagina, lapping up my love juices. Over and over again,
climax after climax.
I was losing my mind in the pleasure, but I wanted more.
I kept thinking of Frank trying to take my virginity, and
how he couldn't get it past my hymen. "Kelli, do you see
my cherry," I asked.
"I think so. It's where Mr. Vogel's dick was stopped,"
she replied.
"Put your fingers in me and press on it." She did it
and it hurt like hell, just like it did when Frank tried to
fuck me. "Lick my clit hard, and press on it. I want to
break it," I breathlessly said.
"No! I'll hurt you, sis!" she said.
"Just do it, and keep doing it. Suck on my clit hard and
pull on my pussy lips with your teeth, while pressing on
it," I commanded. "Just do it."
The little girl was obedient, and was licking and
pulling, and I could feel her fingers pushing on my
virginity. I could sense she was holding back, but there
seemed to be a rhythm to prodding my love canal. So I
started lapping her pussy with violent force which seemed
to distract her, and when I felt her push her fingers in, I
moved my butt upward and suddenly there was a severe flash
of pain and the feeling of a finger slipping deep inside
me, followed by Kelli screaming, "You're bleeding!"
"Kelli! You did it, you took my virginity!" As Kelli
rolled off me, I rolled around and could see bright red
blood on my pussy, and some blood on Kelli's finger. Kelli
was shocked, and froze. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped her
finger off quickly, and then put the Kleenex at my vaginal
opening so the blood would not get on the bed. Kelli was
still in shock at what she did, but I tackled her and
started kissing her. "Kelli, you took my virginity. I
love you! I love you! I love you! Don't be scared. If I
had any choice of whom to take my virginity it would be
YOU. You're my beautiful sister. I love you. I love you
so very much."
I pushed her back starting to kiss her tits and neck,
and working my way up to her lips. We made out for a
short time and then I asked if I could excuse myself to
clean up, but told her NOT to get dressed. She agreed,
still in shock at what she did to me.
I went to the bathroom and found there was not too much
blood to be seen, and washed myself real good.
Experimenting around I found I could press my middle finger
inside myself all the way up as far as it would reach.
Pulling out my finger I couldn't see any blood. I washed
myself out again and returned to Kelli's room. She was
reading that sex book again while fingering her clit. She
put the book down when I jumped into bed.
"Kelli, I want to lay on my back and you look in and
check."
"You want me to do what?" she asked.
"Let me lay on my back and pull myself open. Look
inside me and see if my cherry is gone. Tell me what you
see." I insisted.
I moved over to the center of the bed, while she went to
the bottom of the bed. I grabbed a pillow and crammed it
under my hips, rotating them up and forward. Then taking
my fingers, I pulled my pussy lips apart as far as I could
while Kelli got up close.
"Oh my God, Traci, I can see deep inside of you," she
squealed. "Your cherry is gone!"
"Put your finger inside me."
"What?"
"Put your finger inside me as deep as you can, and then
pull it out, and put it in again."
Kelli did it, and as soon as the little girl's finger
hit the wall of the unused portion of my vagina, I rolled
back my eyes with a groan. "Don't stop.... FASTER! Use two
fingers."
Kellie did what I asked her to do, and I was losing my
mind. The intensity of the preorgasm was building and I
could feel my muscles tighten around her fingers.
Suddenly it exploded like an atomic bomb.
"AAAhhhhhhgghhh!" My pussy tightened down on Kelli's
fingers which just intensified the feeling. Kelli kept
flogging in and out of me. I was exploding in joy.
After a minute or two I had to beg Kelli to stop. The
sensation was too much for me. She slowed down and finally
stopped, withdrawing her now soaked fingers. My body was
still quivering and every so often I would get sort of a
shock causing my body to shiver. I was out of breath,
savoring what had just happened. Kelli was watching with
big eyes, and I reached down, grabbed her, and started
French kissing her again.
"Oh my God, Kelli, that was fantastic. I never thought
sex could ever be that good. And you, you took my
virginity." We started to kiss more. I had my arms around
her so she couldn't move her arms and I was Frenching her
wildly and hugging her tightly.
Kelli broke her kiss and looked at me with a serious
face, "will you take my virginity?"
"I don't know, Kelli, you're awful young and small."
"Come on, Traci, I took your virginity, now I want you
to take mine. Or would you rather Todd does it?"
"Ok, I'll try if you want me to. Just tell me if I
start to hurt you, OK? I don't want to hurt my little
sister." I was concerned. Seriously, Kelli is tall like
me, but her vagina is still small and childlike.
"I'm Ok. Just go slow." She lay back on the bed, and
pulled the pillows up under her butt. Like I had done, she
rotated her hips upward, and as she pulled herself open. I
gaze down at the most perfect little girl pussy, with her
womanhood in all its glory. Her vaginal hole was less than
the size of a dime, and her cherry was about 80% of that.
I started preparing her for he change from little girl to
young lady.
"Pull yourself open wider," I told her. She grit her
teeth and opened herself up as far as she could with her
fingers. I licked her everywhere, from her rosebud to her
clit, all the while pressing lightly on her hymen with my
right index finger. I could tell when I pressed too hard
as she would tense up and pull away. But I kept pressing
and licking, finally using my teeth to nibble on the inner
side of her labia, and clit, and flicking it. I started
pressing with my finger on her precious membrane.
Occasionally I would take out my finger and lick her
opening, putting force on the upper side. It was driving
her wild.
After what had to be about 20 minutes, I took my left
hand and rest it above her clit and flicked her clit with
my thumb, and alternating to pressing in on her hymen,
while at the same time pressing my tongue in the folds of
her labia, hard. "Traci, I'm going to come hard," she
cried out. I knew that when she came, she would raise her
hips, so I was prepared, and pressed softly on her hymen
while licking and flicking it. Just when I thought she
would cum I pressed hard with my tongue, and pinched her
little clit with my fingers. She let out a primal sort of
scream and thrust her hips up and forward, and my finger
penetrated her now open canal about two inches. She
screamed. I continued to lick her and flick her clit, till
finally she begged for me to stop with tears in her eyes.
As I stopped, she yelled "Traci, that hurt!" And then
with a shocked look on her face pointed to my fingers which
had her blood on them.
"You're no longer a virgin, Kelli," I said with a smile.
Kelli grabbed her hips and tried to look down, finally
putting her own fingers down and finding just a little
blood. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I cleaned
myself up, and just returned to the bed when Kelli came
flying through the door, tackling me sideways into the bed.
We rolled around kissing and groping each other.
"I love you sis! I can't believe it, I'm not a virgin
anymore. I love you!"
We made out some more on the bed, and finally pulled up
the covers and fell asleep in each other's arms. It was
one of the most beautiful moments ever to share with my
sister.
We were woken up to a banging on our door. I looked up
and it was 2PM on the clock on the nightstand, and it was
storming like hell outside. We were so exhausted we were
oblivious to the storm. I peeked out and saw Frank at the
door. I yelled, "Are you alone?" and he nodded yes. I
figured he's seen me like this before, so I ran out and
opened the door and let him in. The wind blew rain in the
door which hit me my chest giving me a chill and stiff
nipples, so I excused myself and ran back to the room,
returning with a long t-shirt and my panties. Kelli
followed me out. Frank was taking off his raincoat and had
a bag with him.
"I knew you didn't go with the other kids, but I thought
you might like lunch," he said. He started to unpack a
nice dinner of tater tots, a steak hamburger with gravy,
corn, and bread sticks, on the coffee table in the living
room.
"You didn't have to bring this over, we would have found
something to eat," I said.
"No, I need to take care of my little girls." Both
Kelli and I hugged him almost immediately.
"Thank you, Mr. Vogel," I said.
We sat down next to him and had a wonderful lunch
together, while watching TV. After lunch Kelli stayed with
him, while I took the dishes in the kitchenette and cleaned
them, and repacked them into the bag. When I came out
Kelli was on his lap kissing him like she was starved of
companionship. "Hey," I said, "When will I get my desert?"
Kelli jumped off his lap and patted his legs motioning for
me to take her place. I put down the bag next to the
door, and crawled up on his lap, and started kissing him,
and running my hands all over his neck and chest.
"Mr. Vogel, you're so good to us." I said. "Have you
talked to mom, yet?"
"Um, sort of. But I've been thinking about her more and
more, as well as you guys."
"When you talk to her, tell her you would like to see
the picture of her posing at the Soo Locks," I said. "It's
on her phone. Tell her WE SAID you need to see it or we'll
show you the picture of her in the hot tub that Kelli
took."
"Yeah, that's a good one." Kelli eagerly said.
"Nude?" Frank asked.
"Yep, so you'll get the one from the locks for sure." I
said.
"You know," he said, "It's not right to blackmail your
parents."
I tilted my head down and looked up at him coyly and
smiled, "I'm a naughty girl. What are you going to do about
it? Punish me?"
Suddenly he grabbed me, and started tickling for a few
seconds. When I leaned in to him, he captured my face and
started French kissing me passionately. Then he looked at
Kelli and said, "You're guilty too," and started ticking
her, finally bringing her up to him and kissing her.
He gave us both a hug and said, "I'll call her and talk
to her. But when you talk to her perhaps you can put a
good word in for me. I have to admit to you I've had her
and both of you on my mind all day."
Then he looked out the window and seemed sort of
concerned. "It looks like the storm is intensifying. I
better get back to the house, then go into town and get
some essentials."
Kelli pouted. "Do you have to go? I need more desert."
"Yeah, I better. We'll save the desert for later. I
better go get some extra groceries, candles, and batteries
in town. We might be in for a rough night." He got up,
gave us another hug and kiss, put on his rain coat, took
the dishes, and walked back to the house.
I looked at Kelli. "What do you think? Will he ask her
to come up here, or visit her down there?"
"I betcha he does. I think he's interested. He just
doesn't have the nerve yet." We laughed and sat back on
the couch and cuddled up together and watched Cartoon
Channel on the TV. Soon we fell asleep again, together, in
each other's arms.
We were rocked awake around 3PM to a horrendous clap of
thunder. Outside it was storming like hell. "Come on,
Kelli, let's make a run for it to the house." My logic
somehow justified that it was safer in the house than the
cabin. I slipped on my shorts, and tossed on a t-shirt,
and left my bra on the floor. Kelli did the same thing.
As we looked out the door of the cabin we could see the
rain squall line coming across the lake. "Run!" I yelled
to Kelli, and we both took off like rabbits across the
field to the main house. As we got to the back door we saw
a note Scotch taped to the door. I ripped it off and we
took it inside, just as the rain started in buckets. The
note read; "Kids: I'm going to the store and will try to
beat the storm. I'll be back by 4:30, or as soon as I
can."
Kelli and I made our way to the front of the house and
looked out over the lake. Waves were crashing up on shore,
and the flag was standing straight out. The trees looked
like they were going to snap right off. We were a scared,
and needed to do something to take our mind away from
things.
"Traci, I have an idea! Let's investigate the house and
take pictures on our phone and send them to mom. Let's
show her what a nice place this is."
"Good idea, Kelli, give me your phone."
"Um, I left it at the cabin, use yours."
"Damit. It's also at the cabin! One of us has to go get
our phone."
"I know! Rock, paper, scissors. Whoever loses two of
three gets the phones."
"Deal!" I felt pretty good about winning. One, two
three. shit! lost. One, two three. Woo-hoo! won. OK,
this is it. One, two three. Fuck! Lost. "Ok, I'll go get
the phones. Stand by the door and open it for me when I
come running back."
I ran outside like a gazelle being chased by a lion, and
made it to the cabin. I found my phone, and Kelli's phone,
and ran back. Kelli held the door, but despite that, I was
completely soaked when I got back. I gave Kelli her phone
and put mine down on the counter thinking to myself I was
as wet as an otter and don't have anything to wear. I
found a towel in the laundry, which had Frank's cologne
scent on it, and wiped off my hair. Then I got an idea.
"Kelli, I'm going to put my clothes in the dryer."
"But you'll be nude," she said.
"We're the only ones here, dummy. If we hear someone
pull in, I'll dash down and put my shirt and shorts on."
I stripped down to my birthday suit, and Kelli eyed me.
"Yummy," she joked, looking me up and down. I leaned
into her, still wet, and gave her a hug.
"Eeww, don't do that." She protested.
We started taking pictures of the kitchen, dining room,
and the front room facing the lake. When we got to Mr.
Vogel's desk and computer we noticed something interesting.
There were printouts of final divorce papers. The date
indicated he was now a single man. There was also a
Stickynote with the name Becki Ambeault and cellphone
number. Becki is my mom. Kelli and I looked at each other
and we thought this was real promising. He had been
communicating with her! I wondered if he's said anything
about the picture yet. His computer was locked so we
couldn't investigate it without being obvious.
We went through two big doors to the east snapping
pictures. On the north side of the hall there was an
amateur radio station with lots of equipment, cards on the
wall, and awards. On the south side of the hall was a
workshop of electronic equipment, much of which we didn't
know what it did. I did recognize something which looked
like the CB my dad had in his truck.
We went back into the main room and to the two big doors
on the west. On the north side we found an empty office
with shelves for books, filing cabinets, and one of those
ladders to get books off the top shelf. On the south side
we found another empty room. We figured out that these
rooms were probably for Mrs. Vogel, had she stayed with
him. We snapped more pictures as we walked around.
We went back into the main room then to the second
floor. There were two ways to get upstairs, by a spiral
staircase near the kitchen, or a large set of oak steps in
the front. As I crept up the stairs I listened carefully
for any sign of a car returning.
At the top of the stairs, above the main room facing the
lake was a seating area, along with a bar, 2-way radio (I'm
guessing a marine radio), and several comfy arm chairs. To
the back and over the kitchen were two bathrooms, with
showers, and enough towels in the closet for a hockey team.
For fun I got into the shower, and then covered my tits and
crotch like I was surprised by someone walking in. Kelli
took a picture. We figured mom would get a chuckle.
Actually she was not amused till we explained the
circumstances and how we sneaked into the house to take all
the pictures. Only then did she see the humor.
Down the hall to the east were three bedrooms, two on
the south side, and one on the north side. The two smaller
rooms were not equipped, but the front one was filled with
handcrafted oak furniture. To the west, it was the same
layout, with a big room to the north, and two smaller rooms
to the south. The south rooms were modestly equipped with
almost the same furniture which was in our cabins. We then
went in the north room which was obviously Frank's room.
We were taking pictures when I detected his scent as I
neared his bed, which was not made. As I sat on the edge
of the bed I wanted to be in his arms again.
"Come on, Traci, let's go," Kelli yelled as she left the
room. There was one more place to investigate, and that
was the lighthouse. I started up the spiral staircase with
my sister in back of me when I felt the light touch of a
finger between my legs, followed by her saying "yummy."
"Quit it," I barked back, and swatted her hand.
Once we got to the top of the stairs it was just like
what you would expect a lighthouse to be. A light, which
was not on, and walkway around the light. Before I could
finish the last step up a clap of thunder had us running
down the stairs.
Once on the second floor, Kelli said to me, "Let's go
back to his room."
"Why," I asked, following behind, trying to keep up with
her.
Once in his bedroom Kelli turned around and grabbed me
and tossed me onto his bed, then came crashing down with
me. "This smells like Mr. Vogel, doesn't it," she said,
rolling like a cat in catnip.
We rolled on the bed until Kelli said she wanted to have
sex, kissing my breast. His smell was making her little
girl hormones kick in. "Not now," I said, "let's wait till
we get back to the cabin." Against her demands and pouty
face we went back downstairs.
I retrieved my now dry clothes from the dryer, and
slipped them on. "Let's go upload mom the pictures."
Just before we went out the door, Kelli stopped and
said, "I have an idea! Let's go over to the boy's cabin
and fuck with them." I smiled and followed her lead.
Out into the storm we went, (lot of good drying my
clothes did), and over to the boys cabin. Just before
entering, Kelli picked up a small handful of sand. She
then went over to each bed and deposited some sand between
the sheets and worked it in. Finding a pack of crackers,
she crumbled up a small amount of crumbs in their clothing,
hoping bugs would find the food. I went over to their jugs
of pop, and put a little water in each open bottle to
flatten it out a bit. Finally, we took all their toilet
paper and hid it under couch. Giggling about what we did,
we ran to Jeni and Jane's cabin and took a couple hair
scrunchees and took them back to the boys cabin so they
would take the blame. Then we ran back to our cabin to
send mom the pictures.
When we got into our cabin we were both completely
drenched. I took off my clothes, as did Kelli, and popped
them into the dryer, then I put on an old ripped t-shirt.
Kelli didn't bother dressing. We started composing our e-
mail to mom and explained each of the pictures. We also
sent her a selfie of us together with all smiles to show
her we were having a good time. We signed it, "Miss you,
wish you were here. We really want you to meet Mr. Vogel!"
After I sent the pictures, I asked Kelli what she wanted
to do. I was surprised when she held up her hand and
stroked my face lovingly, then slowly leaned forward and
gave me a small kiss on the lips.
"I want to make love to you, Traci. Passionate love,"
she said in a whisper. She pulled off my t-shirt slowly
and we started kissing, and holding each other, feeling
each other tits, and leaning down to kiss them. We finally
assumed a sixty-nine position and started eating each
other.
Kelli was wet, and I mean real wet. As I licked her I
had an idea. "Kelli, I'm going to try something," and all
I heard was a muffled voice from my crotch that sounded
like "uh huh." I parted the little girl's pussy lips, and
holding my hand sideways I inserted my finger deep in her
vagina. I heard what sounded like a squeal, but she didn't
remove her face from between my legs. So I started to
flex my finger back and forth in 4/4 time. She started
getting wetter, making my finger slide easier, and I could
feel her breathing getting labored and she started
vocalizing. Within a minute she was grunting "uhh" each
time my finger slid in and flexed, and she was getting
louder and louder. I could feel her muscles start to clamp
down as the pitch of her grunts became higher. I knew she
was going to come any minute.
"Kelli, when you're about to come, yell." She nodded
her head. Her head disappeared from between my legs and I
heard her yell, "NOW!" I then started jerking my finger in
and out as twice the speed, and going as deep as I could
while flexing my finger.
"Jesus H. Christ!" she cried as her whole body
stiffened. "Don't stop. Don't stop. More, MORE!" She
was losing her mind when I turned my hand a little more so
I could get my tongue on her clit, and lick her juices.
She was convulsing on the bed screaming in ecstasy. After
a while she started say "Stop. Stop." I slowed down and
scooped her up in my arms, and onto my lap. Initially her
head was hung down in my chest and I could feel her hot
breath panting on my tits. After a while she raised her
head up and put her arms around my neck and started French
kissing me, coming up to take a breath and say, "I love
you. I love you so much Traci. God I love you."
We just cuddled with each other for about ten minutes
when she leaned back, and with an evil look in her eye she
grinned, "Now it's YOUR turn!" She pushed me back and
started kissing me at first, then nibbling, biting, and
sucking on my neck. I was getting turned on pretty quick.
Then she slid down to my tits and was sucking on them so
hard that I could see my nipples being draw out away from
my body. It hurt a bit, but it was an erotic hurt and I
coached her on with, "Suck em, good, Kelli. Suck them real
good."
By the time she got down to my vagina I was like a
volcano ready to blow. She took a lick at my wetness and
said "yummy," then started licking my love hole in every
direction while massaging my clit with her middle finger.
Then suddenly I could feel her middle finger enter my love
canal. I was starting to build a good cum up, when she
pulled out her middle finger and inserted her middle and
index finger. She put them in straight, and then bent them
slightly at a 45 degree angle putting pressure on the top
of my vagina as she pulled them out. BINGO! I was
instantly cumming and screaming.
I could feel her push in with her fingers together, then
split them apart and flex as she pulled out, putting more
pressure on the entrance to my vagina. When she put her
fingers in they slid in easy, and when she pulled them out
it opened me up more and more. I pushed back to get her
fingers to go in deeper and deeper!
"Roll over, on all fours," she commanded. I swung
around quickly, and when in position she put two fingers in
me, and pressed hard, pushing me foward. "OH FUCK!" I
screamed, pounding my fist on the mattress as the feeling
grew.
"That's what I'm going to give you sis, a good finger
fucking." Then she laid into me. The feeling was beyond
description. I could feel her fingers going in and out
while wetness ran down my leg. The pressure was now on the
area between my vaginal canal and my rectum. This went on
for about another five minutes until I could feel her put
three fingers inside of me. When she pressed them in it
sort of pulled my vagina apart more. I could feel a
massive orgasm, building quick. It hit me suddenly by
surprise and I collapsed forward, completely spent.
Instead of stopping she kept pummeling me with her fingers
while kissing and nibbling on my spine just above my ass.
I was belly down on the bed, shaking like I was having an
attack of some kind, while my pussy was reverberating with
sweet orgasms consuming me.
She turn me around so I was on my back, and parted my
pussy lips and started licking me. I watched her eat me
with passion as my body was rocked with its last orgasm. I
motioned for her to lay on top of me, we gently kissed and
held on to each other tight for what seemed like a half
hour. Oh, God, I love my little sister so much. Not just
because she's a great lover, but because she is my best
friend, and a GREAT sex partner.
"Kelli, I think we better both get a shower, and clean
up," I said.
"And Febreze the cabin. This place smells like horny
girls were in here having sex," Kelli said. We laughed and
headed toward the shower.
While in the shower we washed each other, except for a
brief time when our tits and belly were soaped up and we
played by grinding against each other kissing. After the
shower, I helped her with her hair, and she helped me with
mine. We put on t-shirts without bras, and panties, and
cleaned up the cabin. After making the beds we both curled
up on the couch together under Kelli's favorite blanket and
watched TV. Kelli leaned against my chest and I held her,
ever so often lowering my head down to kiss her head. We
forgot all about the storm as the sound of the rain become
sort of common.
The weathercaster on the TV station talked about the
next big storm. "This will be an epic storm with winds of
80 miles per hour, heavy rain, and frequent lightning.
Small and medium craft out on the lake should take port as
soon as possible as wave up to 20 feet are expected off the
Grand Marais and White Fish Point. Some roads and highways
are now impassable," the weathercaster reported.
In the middle of the sports report, we heard a knock,
and looked up to see Mr. Vogel in a yellow raincoat. "Are
you girls OK," he asked, very concerned. We assured him
we were OK, and were just watching TV.
"There is another bigger storm rolling down the lake
later," he explained. "The other kids are stuck in Ste St
Marie. Route 28 is a mess all the way back to I75 from the
storm, and some areas are unpassable. I got two rooms for
them at the Holiday Inn, one for the boys, and one for the
girls, to stay the night. It's not safe for them to
travel, so it's just us here holding down the fort."
I couldn't help but think he wasted his money on a
second room, as they would probably fucking and sucking
each other all night in one room.
"Are you sure you're going to be OK by yourselves," he
asked.
"We'll be fine," Kelli said.
"As long as we have food, water, TV, and cellphone
service, we're doing OK," I said.
He looked at me and I smiled and nodded that I agree.
I could also tell he was looking at my nipples, which has
stiffened from his presence and were sticking out of the t-
shirt like two pencil erasers. "Ok," he said. "I wouldn't
want anything to happen to my beautiful little girls."
As he turned to leave he stopped, turned around, removed
his rain coat and knelt down saying, "Come here you two."
We jumped up like two little five-year old kids and ran to
him, hugged him tight. He kissed us both on the neck and
hugged us again. "Listen, if you get scared, or need
something, anything at all, come over to the house. OK?"
Then he tilted our heads up and kissed us on the lips, slow
and deliberate. As he broke my kiss, he ran his index
finger over my protruding nipple, and circled it. I
shivered at his touch. He then raised up Kelli's shirt and
kissed her now erect nipple. "I'll leave the back door
open." Then he put on his rain coat and headed to the main
house.
Kelli looked at me. "I need something now, but I don't
think it's what he had in mind."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, Kelli," I laughed.
We settled back into some TV, both of us cuddled
together. After about an hour I looked at Kelli and said,
"I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I'm going to bed."
"Yeah, I'm tired, too." Kelli walked down the hall with
her favorite blanket in tow to my room. We both got in and
cuddled with each other. Outside the winds were picking
up, and the waves grew louder, crashing on the shore.
We were probably asleep for six hours before the second
storm started to blow in with vengeance. It woke me up
first, and then Kelli, frightened. "I can't sleep. The
storm is keeping me awake," she complained.
No sooner than she said this than a big flash occurred
out to the west window, the lights blinked and there was a
clap of thunder. "Son of a bitch," I exclaimed, as Kelli
jumped on top of me. Then there was a second clap of
lightning and the lights went out. Luckily the cabin had
emergency lighting and we could still see our way in the
room. The winds were howling outside and growing in
intensity and we could hear the combination of rain, and
pine cones being flung against the side of the cabin by the
winds. Kelli was really frightened, and after two more
lightning flashes she yelled, "Let's go to the main house."
I grabbed our phones and with Kelli right behind me, we
ran for the door. When we opened the door the winds almost
blew us back in in the cabin. I screamed as sand hit me in
the face. The wind and rain were stinging. Kelli screamed
when she got hit by a pine cone in the back. Pulling the
door snugly shut, we ran to the house. The back door was
open, and we ran inside. As soon as we got into the
kitchen area we heard Frank coming down the spiral
staircase with a flashlight, which he shined on both of us,
wearing nothing but boxer shorts.
"I would say you know about the storm," he laughed. We
stood there, dripping wet from running in the rain.
He went over to the closet and took out two towels.
"You can't sleep in those wet things, let's get your dried
off. Kelli started to pull off her t-shirt, and Mr. Vogel
pulled mine off. Then he got down on one knee, and pulled
down my panties.
Taking my towel he meticulously dried all the rain off
me, then looked up at me and gave me a kiss on the lips and
a hug. Then he dried off Kelli. As she stood there in
front of him with her shirt off, he removed her panties,
and ran his hand over the back of her butt, then dried her
off. "You sure are gorgeous girls." He then kissed her,
too, and put our clothes in the dryer, (which I had used
earlier).
"Let's go to bed, kids. You can sleep with me since the
storm is so intense." I started to walk up the spiral
staircase, but he motioned for Kelli to hop on his back and
he carried her up. At the top of the stairs he put Kelli
down and we walked down the hallway.
When we got to his room it looked sort of like it did
earlier, except it was dark and the lightening was flashing
outside. The rain beat on his windows. All of a sudden
there was a flash and an immediate boom. Kelli took off
like a shot and dived into his bed. Mr. Vogel laughed and
said, "I think you found where you're going to sleep," as
she cowered under the covers. He then looked at me and
said, "If you're going to sleep like that, I might as well
do the same," and he removed his boxers. I couldn't help
but stare for a moment. Damnit, I wanted that cock inside
me.
He let me get in next to Kelli, and then he got in with
me. I forgot how chilled I was from the rain, but
snuggling next to him made me feel much better, and warmer.
Kelli was now cuddled against me, with her face across my
shoulder. My emotions were really high, and I tried to
sleep, but I kept thinking of... things. You know.
Kelli fell asleep quickly, probably from exhaustion, and
I could her sort of snoring. Frank was lying on his
stomach as he slept. I finally rolled over, and threw my
arm over Kelli, and fell asleep. Outside the storm
continued to rage.
About 4 O'clock in the morning I woke up, aware that
Frank had rolled on his side, and his dick was lying up
against my ass. I lay there trying to go back to sleep,
but I couldn't help but think about him, and his dick. The
more I thought about it, the hornier I got. I found myself
at one point playing with my clit which was making me even
hornier, and wet, but trying to be quiet so as not to wake
either Kelli or Frank.
I don't know what came over me but very slowly reached
back and took his limp dick in my hand. I had this massive
urge to have it embedded in me. I lifted my right leg, and
slowly moved the head of his dick over my aching slit. I
was rubbing it back and forth over trying to find the entry
point when I heard him whisper, "Need something, my dear?"
I looked back and he smiled.
"I want it in me," I whispered in a desperate tone.
"No, not now. Let's just have quiet foreplay and not
wake Kelli," he whispered. He placed his finger at my
vaginal opening and circled the wetness. Then he started
to probe inside me, and was shocked when he didn't
encounter my hymen. "What happened to your hymen?" he
whispered.
"Kelli took it. We made sure it wouldn't be a problem
with making love," and with that I started to wiggle my ass
back and forth, trying to grind his finger deeper inside
me.
He moved over closer to my head and I could feel his
breath on the back of my neck. "Pull your hair out of the
way," he said. As soon as I did it, I could feel his mouth
kissing and sucking my neck and tracing the edges of my
ears with his tongue as he probed deeper. "Roll onto your
side, and bring your right leg up," he asked. I willingly
complied. And with that his finger slipped in deeper, as
he circled the walls of my vagina. "Traci, let's try
something," he whispered. I whispered back to him to have
his way with me.
He pulled out his now drenched finger, and inserted his
thumb in my love canal. Although not as deep, his thumb
was thicker, and the sensation of it parting my opening and
going deep inside was pleasure beyond description. As the
storm raged outside, his methodic, rhythmic attack on my
small vagina was building. I was getting wet beyond belief
and the feeling was building. He whispered into my ear
not to make a noise and wake Kelli. I parsed my lips
together and held my breath trying to keep from screaming,
but I came hard, real hard. I think what sounds I made
were being masked by the storm outside. "Stop, please," I
whispered, and he slowed and stopped. I started to turn
over toward him but he told me to stay still.
"Put your legs down straight, and stay on your side," he
said. I did it slowly and quietly so as not to wake Kelli.
Then I could feel his stiff dick slide between my legs,
aided by my moisture, so it lay along my slit, and poking
out in front from between my legs. I could reach down and
feel the head of his dick coming out from between my legs!
Then he started humping me very slowly. The head of his
dick, and the shaft was sliding back and forth between my
legs, from my vagina to my tummy. As he humped me slowly,
he gripped my right tit, and sucked and kissed the back of
my neck. I was not close to an orgasm, but I felt real
good giving him pleasure, and it made me feel really good.
He humped me for about fifteen minutes, and it was
getting real intense as he was now nipping my ear
whispering "I love you, my daughter. I love you Traci."
After a few moments more he stopped nibbling on my ear and
said, "Traci, I have to pull my dick out. I'm going to
cum. I don't want to get you pregnant."
I turned my head as far as I could and told him, "Mr.
Vogel, I'm on birth control. Please, cum between my legs!
I want to feel your cum!"
His stroke changed to longer and now upward thrusts. I
could feel his dick dancing over the top of my clit, as he
continued to bite and nibble my neck, as he now started
rolling my nipple in his fingers. I reached down and when
his dick would come out from between my legs, I would play
with the knob. Then I felt it; the warm, sticky cum from
his dick! As he thrust back and forth I could feel it
spread from my ass hole and drip down the front of my leg.
I reached down got as much of it as I could and spread it
all over my tummy from my navel to my pussy, and licked my
fingers. After he pulled out from between my legs, I
rolled on my back and he laid his hand in his cum which was
on my tummy. "Let me clean you up," he said.
"No, please don't. I want to feel my daddy's cum on me.
I want to go to sleep feeling my daddy's cum on me," and I
took a finger full of cum and put it in my mouth. He
leaned over and French kissed me for a minute or two. He
rolled onto his back, and I rolled over onto him, laying my
head on his chest. I reached down and gave his dick one
more pull and got about pea size cum out of his dick, and
immediately put its contents in my mouth. The taste was
great. "Daddy, when will you come IN me," I asked.
"I don't know, Traci. I didn't know you were on
protection, otherwise I might have done it tonight," he
whispered. "I love you like my own daughter, but soon you
and Kelli will have to go home to your mom."
This made me sad and I looked up at him with very sad
eyes. "Why don't you invite my mom up here? The three of
us could take care of you, love you, and you could be my
real dad." There was a long pause, he smiled and said,
"I would really like that."
The storm continued for the rest of the night, and I
fell asleep in his arms, with my head on his chest, and his
cum all over my tummy and legs. In the morning I woke
first, and like a thief in the night, I climbed out of bed
and went to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as I got the
evidence cleaned off, I heard Kelli's voice. "What the
hell happened last night?"
"I don't know what you mean," I tried to be coy, but my
sister knew I was lying.
"Look, dumbass," she said, "The spot where you were
sleeping is wet, and smells like sex. Did Mr. Vogel fuck
you last night without me?"
I was caught. So while sitting on the toilet, wiping my
puss, with Kelli standing there, I explained what we did.
"No, we didn't fuck, well not the way mom and dad would
have fucked." I told her about him getting me wet, and
then sliding his dick between my legs, and that wetness was
my juices and his cum. Her face was a combination of
excitement and disbelief, and wanting it done to her.
"Did he know you were on the pill?" she asked.
"I told him we both are, just before he did it. But I
swear, he was not in me," I said with a smile. And she
mouthed "oh my god."
Then the door opened, and Frank was standing there,
smiling. "Are you telling Kelli what we did last night?"
I could only smile the happiest smile I could. "Yeah,"
I said.
"Fuck me, please," Kelli pleaded. "I want to be first
one fucked."
"Come on you two, let's go back to the bed," and we
followed him back to the bed and got in.
"Traci, Kelli, you know, I really do love your girls. I
love your personality, your gentleness, and your devotion,
your maturity, and your sex. I don't see you as eleven
and thirteen year old girls, I see you as mature and
devoted women. The sex we had was not out of lust, but
because we truly love each other."
I started to tear up. He was so right. I wanted him to
me my lover, my dad, my husband, and someday the father to
my child. Kelli must have felt the same way as she
wrapped her arms around him with her face buried in his
neck. The last time I saw her do this was with my dad.
"I need to tell you a secret. I have been talking to
your mom, and I think she wants to meet me. She's seen a
picture of me, and it didn't scare her off. She sent me
the picture of her at the Soo Locks, and I have to say I
now understand why you both are knock-out gorgeous girls.
We've been communicating back and forth and I think she's
interested, but cautious. She doesn't want to get hurt,
again. She is a little pissed at me for not telling her
about the house. She thought it was a hunting lodge or
something. But I think we have that all smoothed out. Oh,
and that picture you sent in the shower, she thought that
was cute. I wonder if she should see the security camera
pictures of you running through my house naked, and what
you did to the boys cabin."
"Oh crap," I thought, I forgot he had security cameras.
"What are you going to do with those pictures?"
"Don't worry, they are erased and gone. But I have to
say it was really sexy watching you two explore the house,
coming in wet, and starting to make love in my bed." He
smiled, and kissed both of us. "I could watch the two of
you make love all day. I think we could be daughter and
dad, don't you?" We both smiled and nodded yes. "When you
go home, maybe you can drop some more hints and see if your
mom would agree to coming up here to visit in two weeks.
What do you think?" he smiled.
"It's a deal, dad," Kelli squealed. "But we're running
out of time to be intimate with you. I got rid of my
virginity so I can have you in me! Please?"
"Kelli, Traci, I will not fuck you, or cum in you," he
said.
I was disappointed and it showed. Kelli started to pout
again. I wanted his dick in me, and I'm sure Kelli felt
the same way. We were disappointed to hear those words.
Until....
"Hold on.... I will not fuck you, or cum in you, until
your mom and I are married and we are a family," he said.
"Here's the deal. If your mom marries me, then you get to
choose when, how, and where I fuck you. I will do whatever
you want me to do for your first moment. You name it."
I was so happy, because knowing my mother, and knowing
Frank, there was a real chance of them falling in love.
The thought of me having a mom, dad, and a happy home was
exciting.
"Mr. Vogel," I said. "I know you won't fuck us, but
will you make mad love to both of us before breakfast?"
"Yeah, dad, make us cum. I want to cum A LOT," Kelli
said excitedly.
We made love to each other till damn near 9AM in the
morning. I could explain more about our love making that
morning, but trust me, it was great. But let's jump ahead
a few months.
Mom and Frank ended up hitting it off, and she said yes
to his marriage proposal.
We left Ohio and moved up to the big house where Frank,
I mean dad, took two of the bedrooms and made them ours.
However, we still enjoyed sleeping in the big bed as one
big family. I never thought I would see mom so happy
again. She is back to her fun, happy, smiling self.
Oh, the gang? Jeni got knocked up by the school's
football quarterback, who promptly dumped her, and she now
has a second child on the way from a "mystery" father.
Jane ended up married a kinky car salesman who likes to
have wife swapping parties, (which she's OK with). Dave,
dad's son, turned his life around and is presently in
college in his last year of mechanical engineering, and has
a pending job at a huge company in Detroit. Ted went into
the military and we understand he caught a social disease
in Afghanistan. Todd took a job with a company building
windmills and travels all over the place. And Greg, well,
he knocked up a cop's daughter at a party by getting her
drunk and fucking her when she was passed out. He took
off. Nobody knows where he's at. He has a warrant out for
his arrest for statutory rape.
Mom is happiest I have ever seen her. She has a great
husband, dad, a beautiful and safe house, and knows we'll
be taken care of. Although mom wanted to spend her wedding
night alone with dad and not us, we could hear her joy.
They started around 9PM and I think they were still going
at it by 5AM. Kelli and I stayed in my room, and
masturbated ourselves, and each other, while listening to
them go at it.
Oh, and the promise? True to his word, dad did what he
said he would do.
Kelli's wish was for him to take it slow, make it last a
long time, and have mom help her as it was her first time.
On the evening she chose, dad scooped her up in his arms
and carried her upstairs. Mom was already in bed, and as
he put Kelli down on the bed they both kissed and hugged
her. Then he performed oral sex slowly on her for more
than an hour, as mom sucked on her tits and kissed her
face.
When it was time, he positioned her on the bed with her
head in mom's lap and told her to raise her legs up and
outward. Kelli said he put some lubricant around her
sensitive little hole while mom sucked on his dick to make
him hard, then applied the same lubricant to his shaft.
Then he started to tease her clit and hole with his dick,
finally positioning it and press it in slowly.
Kelli said it hurt at first as her insides stretched out
to accept him, but slowly he was able to work it in her,
and after a while the pleasure overtook the pain. He just
left it in her as he kissed her, allowing her vagina to
relax around his tool. Then he moved it in and out with
small, short strokes, while changing his hip position.
This prolonged the love making yet touched every inch of
the inside of her vagina. Mom stroked her head and
massaged her nipples which were now hard little nubs.
She said they screwed like this until she wanted to try
it doggie style, and then with her on top of him. Kelli
said she lost count of how many orgasms she had, but she
knew dad wouldn't last forever, and she better go big for
the big finish.
She asked dad to roll her on her back, then she wrapped
her legs up over his shoulder and neck and said "give it to
me." Dad's strokes became more pronounced, and he would
occasionally pull his dick right out to her opening, do
three or four quick in - outs, and then bury the bone deep
in her. Mom was kissing her face, nibbling on her ears and
neck. She was losing her mind with the joy both of them
were giving her. Finally she yelled she was about to come,
and dad started drilling here faster. I could hear her
screams of ecstasy in my room as she peaked with a big
orgasm. As if on cue when her climax peaked, he blew a
huge load inside her. He stopped only momentarily, then
started to hump her again to granting her more cum.
Kelli said it was like a fire hose going off in side of
her, and when he finally pulled out, maybe a pint of cum
oozed out of her pussy. She captured as much of it as she
could and rubbed it all over her tummy and tits. After mom
and dad cleaned up Kelli and all three spent the night in
their bed.
Now it was my turn. I told dad that I wanted a romantic
first time, sort of like a movie, and to surprise me. The
next night I discovered a note on my pillow which read, "My
darling daughter: Meet me on the beach at 6:30AM just
before sunrise. Wear your white sundress and nothing else.
Love, dad."
I walked down to the beach at the break of dawn. He
came around the edge of the boat dock wearing his swimming
trunks and carrying a red rose and a blanket.
He met me at the edge of the calm waters and presented
me with the rose, and embraced me. Pulling back my hair
from the side of my face he traced the edge of my ear with
his tongue, then kissed and gently while licking the side
of my neck. As he kissed me he slowly untied the strings
of my sundress and let it fall to the sand. I knelt down
and slowly pulled down his swimming trunks, and he stepped
out of them. While on my knees in the sand I took his dick
in my mouth and started to slowly give him oral sex while
massaging his balls until he was as hard as a boat oar.
Dad took my hands and helped me up and kissed me, then
put down the blanket on the sand, and motioned for me to
join him on the sand. With the sound of the crashing waves
and screaming sea gulls in our ears he started to do me
orally. First my tits, as I rubbed my hands all over his
back, then he started to feast on the puffy mounds of my
pussy while I looked down at him. I ran my hands through
his hair and stroked his cheek. I had two really good
orgasms and was vocal about it.
I was good and wet and didn't need lubrication so he
crawled up on top of me and positioned his dick just inside
my entrance. "I give myself to you, my lovely daughter,"
he said with a whisper. As his penis slowly slid into me,
it was a new and erotic sensation. I immediately came as
it went in, screaming in ecstasy! For the first time my
pussy was filled with my lover's cock.
As his dick slowly went in and out of my love tunnel he
kissed me and whispered, "You mean so much to me and mom.
I'll love you forever, Traci. " I could feel him inching
his penis further down my love tunnel until finally the
head of his dick hit my now desiring cervix. I flinched a
little from the touch, as well as the knowledge dad was in
me as far as it would go, and this was it!
He pushed in deep and moved his hips around, feeling my
cervix with the tip of his dick, which was sending me off
the edge again and again. After finding the correct angle
he started pumping in and out on me. I was consumed with
wave after wave of intense orgasms, so much so that I
inadvertently clawed his back with my fingernails from the
first big orgasm.
Two, three, four, five good orgasms rocked my body.
After what seemed like hours, he sped up with longer
strokes. His dick was almost coming out of me, and then
would crash in meeting my cervix. I came again and again,
loudly, screaming, "Yes, YES! Fuck me daddy." It was the
most intense orgasms I EVER had.
Finally, he wrapped his arm around my right leg, forcing
it up and he plunged his dick deep in me ten more times as
I screamed with joy from this new position. Then he held
it in, pressing our hips together. The head of his dick
was right at my cervix entrance. I could feel his hot cum
spraying me from the inside. The emotional thought of my
daddy's cum flooding into me was too much. I think I may
have passed out for a few seconds from the intense
pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing and the warm cum
seeping inside me, which eventually escaped as his manhood
started to go limp. We lay there at the sunrise with his
dick still in me, lips kissing my face telling me, "Traci,
my beautiful daughter, I love you so much. SO much!"
Month after month Kelli and I had plenty of sex from
dad, whenever we wanted it. And mom got her share too!
She could not be happier with our family situation. In
fact, one night we were having group sex in their bed when
I ran my hand over mom's tummy. It seemed bigger, and
harder. "Mom, are you OK? Is something wrong?" I asked.
Mom looked at dad and a big smile came over her.
"Girls, I'm pregnant! We're going to have a new baby in
the family!" Kelli and I could not be happier, and
screamed with delight. We decided that mom should receive
a real treat that night, so while Kelli and I sucked her
tits and kissed her again and again, dad fucked her until
all of us were so tired we fell asleep in each other's
arms.
Mom gave birth to a little baby girl named Mandi. A
year later they had another baby, Sandi. Both girls have
blond hair, and steely blue eyes just like us. Kelli and I
help mom raise Mandi and Sandi. All of us, together,
growing up in a family of love. Finally, we're all happy
again. Well, sort of. I've secretly wanted to go off the
pill and have daddy give me a baby. I suspect Kelli feels
the same way, but that's another story.
I know some people are uneasy with kids and parents
having sex. Neither Kelli nor I were forced to do anything
we didn't want to, nor pressured to have sex. Sex was 100%
consensual. Sex to us was sharing of love, and devotion.
Sex is more than just reproduction, it's our physical bond
and proof of our undying love. We slept together, cuddled
and kissed which gave us peace and security, as well as
fulfillments of our body's needs. And I think we're better
kids because of it.
My new dad has been super supportive of Kelli and I in
school, attending all our school functions from band to art
exhibits. He has helped us with homework and school
projects. He made sure we had anything we needed. When we
went somewhere in the family car or truck he always opened
the door for us, and mom. If we went to the mall he would
drop us off at the door then go park the car. He taught us
self-defense, how to handle firearms, and skills to make us
self-sufficient such has hunting and fishing. He also
introduced us to amateur radio. We're probably the only
teen girls who can set up a solar panel and HF radio in an
emergency and talk worldwide. (Sorry, I won't tell you my
call letters). He also showed us how pilot a large boat,
work on engines, take trees and process them for firewood
and other uses, and although I'm too young to have a
license he's showed us how to drive. Kelli can drive the
Case tractor we use around our place to clear snow and mow
grass.
Our dad never, ever let us goes to bed without a hug and
kiss and telling us he loved us. And in the morning he
always greeted us with a smile, hug, and a kiss at
breakfast. Dad could be in the middle of one of his
electronic projects; but if Kelli or I needed to talk, or
needed loving, he drops whatever he was doing to attend to
our needs. Sometimes he senses if something is bothering
us and he comes into our bedroom to cuddle with us,
offering counseling or just being there to share our pain.
Or we may have sexual needs which need to be satisfied.
Love doesn't come with conditions. Love is not an age
number. Love is a family. I love my dad, mom, and
sisters, and always will!
Till next time
Love, Traci