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 Subject: TETMD: Brianna's Story P1

   Story Codes: g solo, M/M, b/g mutual mast

   Summary: Brianna's Story from her parents meeting, her 10th birthday,
birthdays are important to Brianna, and the people in her life.

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   The Evil That Men Do Brianna's Story 1

   - Prologue

   Anna Fason was twenty-years old when she gave birth to her first and
only child.  She named her daughter Brianna, partly after herself, but
mostly after the girl's father, Brian, Brian Fason.  Anna was not as tall
as her daughter Brianna would become; but, was without a doubt, the source
of her enchanting beauty and alluring personality.  Although Anna had run
away from her home in Portland on many occasions while growing up, she
eventually graduated from high school only one year behind her original
classmates.  On the day after graduation, she set out, at the age of
seventeen, to make a new life for herself in Seattle.

   Anna felt no ties, of any kind, to her alcoholic and toxic parents.  All
connections to them were completely severed the day she left their
household.  Upon her departure, her mother managed to moan out "Oh, Anna"
from the couch; and, her father snarkily remarked, "Don't let the door hit
you in the ass".  Upon arriving in Seattle, she declared herself an orphan
and never looked back.  She worked full-time at an organic market and,
although not old enough, picked up extra money working club bars around the
city.

   Anna always paid her own way and worked hard for everything she earned.
She gave of herself in the community and was a dependable service
volunteer. She saw her jobs as the means by which to survive, but viewed
the volunteer work as her life's calling.  Even if success never arrived,
she was contented with the sense of fulfillment she got by doing good
things for other people.  Anna was selective with her partners; she wasn't
a slut, by any means, and didn't present herself as such; but, she could be
rather aggressive sexually when she saw someone she wanted, whether male or
female.

   One beautiful fall Saturday found her engaged in a coastal clean-up
event at Discovery Park.  That was where she first encountered Brian Fason.
Brian had a full head of curly black hair and sported a week-old beard. 
He, more or less, was built like a bear, standing nearly six and a half
feet tall and weighing around two-hundred and fifty pounds.  Anna was
assigned to a group that worked near the group Brian was leading.  From
what she could hear, he was funny and engaging.  His group appeared to be
the happiest folks working the cleanup.  When she saw the opportunity, she
slipped away from her group for his.  Almost immediately he noticed her; he
moved beside her and quietly asked, "Are you seeking asylum or have you
come as a spy?"

   Anna replied, "Asylum, definitely asylum!  Is there room for one more?"

   Brian smiled and motioned for her to join the group.  Brian was
immediately intimidated.  Anna was one of the prettiest girls to whom he
had ever dared to speak.  Outwardly, he was fun and jovial but that was
just his cover for a devastating shyness, which at times, could immobilize
him.

   Anna saw the fear in his eyes and understood exactly what he was
thinking.  She stepped closer to her bear-man, extended a hand and said,
"My name is Anna Fenwyk.  I couldn't help but listen to you and your group;
I knew I wanted to be over here with you instead of the hipsters in my
group." Then, with more of a conspiratorial tone, she added, "If I was
going to spy, I would have stayed with my group and just eave-dropped on
you!"

   Brian took the offered hand and looked her right in the eyes.  He
stammered slightly, and then what she said registered with him.  He
replied, "Brian, my name is Brian Fason ...  please join us.  We ...  I ...
are more than happy to have you along."

   It was then that she first noticed his big brown eyes.  She had never
before seen eyes that had so completely drawn her in.  Everything around
her seemed to vanish as a sort of tunnel vision closed in on her and all
she could sense were his eyes.  They bore to her soul.  She became aware of
his hand, it was large and strong, but it emanated warmth that she could
feel moving up her arm.  She wanted him to hug her; she wanted him to make
love to her while gazing into her eyes.  She wanted this bear-man.  He was
nothing like anyone she would have ever considered dating.  He had none of
the usual physical or grooming traits she preferred.  She instinctively
knew she had to be careful not to lose this man.

   Brian looked her over as she held his hand longer than she should have.
He could see that, for the moment, her thoughts were elsewhere.  He wanted
to get to know this girl more.  He always fell for the long-haired blondes
who looked like they fell off a wagon straight from Texas.  He liked his
girls tall.  He liked to look eye-to-eye with his girls.  This pretty
dark-haired girl was more than a foot shorter than him, with barely
shoulder length brunette hair.  She was a tiny thing, but obviously tough.
She kind of reminded him of Joan Jett, in an odd sort of way.  He decided,
right then and there, that he would spend the rest of his life getting to
know her.  He had no clue that she had made the same decision just a second
earlier than he.

   After the clean-up was over the volunteers were invited to the Island
Marina Tavern for a "Coast is Clear" party.  Brian and Anna found a small
table off in a corner and spent four hours deep in conversation.  Brian had
always been very careful around new girls when it came to discussing his
line of work.  He usually told them he worked as a minor programmer for one
of the big companies.  More times than not, that would be enough for some
of the girls to decide he wasn't their type.  In reality, he was running
his own highly successful econ-dot-com analytical company which he started
after selling his adversarial-analytical company.

   His programmer line didn't faze Anna in the least.  She was interested
in what he did and expressed happiness that he was doing something he liked
to do.  She was also sure he would be successful at finding happiness, when
he figured out whatever it was he loved to do.  He thought to himself,
`What I would love to do is to make you happy for the rest of your life!'
The question of him finding happiness, and the answer, seemed simple to
him.

   Anna was open and honest about her work and spoke about the joy she
found in community service.  Brian began to think about how they could
unite their efforts and make a life worth living for the both of them.

   When it came to discussing their families, Anna, as expected, was
bluntly honest.  Brian was a bit more reticent; but, he eventually
described how he was raised by his now departed paternal grandparents after
his dad went MIA in Afghanistan and his mother abandoned him a year later.

   Without thinking, Anna blurted out, "We'll just have to make our own
family!"

   Brian stared at her for a moment.  At first, Anna was terrified and
thought, `What the FUCK did I just say?' Anna was certain she just blew it!
She tried to recover, she gathered herself up, she knew she was falling in
love with him and tried her best to feel love coming from him.  She knew he
was reaching inside her with his eyes.  He looked down for a moment, looked
back up at her, and said, "Yes, we will, won't we?" She had won!  In
actuality, they both had won!

   They sat in silence for a while.  Brian said, "Come with me, lets walk a
bit."

   They walked the beach and, in so doing, decided they would marry in
exactly one year.  They would become engaged in six months and start
preparing for their life together.  They would spend the next six months
getting to know each other better.  Either one was free to back out
whenever they wanted or needed.  Opting for total honesty, Brian told Anna
the truth about his work and growing wealth.  Anna was genuinely
disappointed, for a moment, and then thanked him for his honesty.

   Exactly one year later they were married.  Eight months later their
first and only child, Brianna, was born.

   Everyone loved the name of their little girl.  She was a beautiful and
good baby.  The three of them became the picture of a perfect family.  As
Brianna grew, so did Brian's business success.  Anna's volunteer program,
the "Homeless Connection" was starting to be cited as a possible nationwide
model for helping the needy.  When Brianna was four they moved to a new
waterfront home in one of the more exclusive areas of Seattle.  Brian
upgraded his boats and now had more time for his life-long passion:
fishing. The Fason's became a nautical family during their free time.

   Just as Brian and Anna's life was really hitting stride, Anna became
sick.  Within days she was hospitalized and was quickly diagnosed with a
deadly virus that is very rarely found in the US.  She was hospitalized for
a month and, in the process, had to undergo a wide range of emergency
surgeries.  Public health officials traced the virus to a homeless camp
where undocumented immigrants had settled.  The virus was eventually
contained, but only after five people died.

   The illness was a grave setback for Anna, both physically and
spiritually.  She no longer had the drive or desire to help out the needy
of the community.  She started withdraw into herself, blocking out those
she loved.  Brian still loved her dearly and did everything humanly
possible to lift her from her depression.  Anna secretly turned to the
bottle.  It was the only thing that seemed to help.  To others, she
appeared to be recovering and getting back to her life when, in reality, in
private, she was following in her parents' steps.  She hid bottles around
the house and constantly tried to cover up the stink of alcohol.

   Brian had an inkling that there was a deeper problem with Anna, but he
chose to ignore the signs of the price being paid for her faux recovery. 
In reality, Anna was alive, but not living.

   Eventually, Brian saw what was happening.  Anna was in and out of rehab,
play-acted at AA until she was banned, and even traveled to the renowned
Gongju Clinic in Korea, where she was a rare failure.  The one tragedy,
that no one ever saw, was that young Brianna lost a little of her mother's
love, with every bottle emptied by Anna.

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   Brianna was growing into a lovely young lady.  She had her father's good
nature and her mother's intensity.  She was a combination of her father's
height with her mother's beauty.  Most importantly, she had her father's
eyes and the insight they brought with them.  She was always the tallest
student in class; but, usually, her gentle and caring nature won over the
other kids who felt the need to mock her.  She did not have any close
friends her age; her closest friend on the planet was her father.  They did
everything together.  She was happy to just sit in the same room as him. 
Her real love was being on the water with him.  He gave her responsibility
at an early age when out on the boat.  By the time she was ten, she was as
accomplished a boat-woman as anyone twice her age.

   - 10

   The girl in the mirror stared back at Brianna.  As she gazed into her
own eyes, she could feel herself becoming self-aware of her own unique
being.  The sensation was odd; she felt the way she felt when her father
would gaze at her.  She sensed she was being turned inside out and laid
bare for examination.  It was frightening; but, also eerily exhilarating at
the same time.  The mirror allowed her to see herself, to see the depths of
her being.  Recently, when she gazed into her mother's eyes, she sensed
fear and loathing, self-loathing.  Her mother was in genuine pain and would
not accept any type of assistance.  Her mother hated herself, she did not
see herself as being worthy of the love of the two people closest to her.
Whenever Brianna tried to gaze into her father, she was unable to see
anything.  Although she did not see it, she felt love, warmth and a
powerful all-encompassing love.  She didn't need to see more.  Even when
her father was upset with her, the love was always present.

   She broke her gaze from her own eyes and looked at herself in the
full-length mirror.  `I always look the same; but, slowly, I know my body's
changing.  I like this little outfit.  It's cute and I think I look pretty
in it.' Her hands rose from her side and rested upon her hips.  She wore
simple black shoes, white anklet socks, a short plaid pleated skirt, maybe
a bit too short, but it only looked that way because of how long her legs
were, and a simple yellow v-neck shirt.  Brianna slowly started to gyrate
her hips in what she hoped was a provocative manner.  `Smile!' She said to
herself.  `Not like a dork, smile like you want him to know you like him
... like you want to get to know him better.' Brianna discovered that when
her smile combined with the right look from her eyes, the message got
through.  She could sense it as she looked at herself in the mirror.

   Brianna turned sideways to the mirror and was pleased with the way her
butt jutted out just the right amount to give her some curves.  From the
front, she could see her waist was thinning a bit and her hips were
widening enough to show the start of a woman's figure.  She had noticed
some of her clothes were not fitting quite as well as before.  Now, out
loud, she said, "At least I have curves from the waist down.  Jesus, I'm
never going to have boobs!" Brianna pulled her shirt tight behind her back
and searched for some sign of growth.  All she saw were two little dimples
barely poking up enough to press against her shirt.  With a sigh, she let
her shirt loose.  She ran her hands over her chest and felt nothing but two
little eraser-sized buttons.  With another elongated sigh, she slumped down
and sat on the edge of the bed.  Her hand came to rest on the new clothes
she got for her birthday!  She needed to try them on!

   Brianna spritely rose to her feet, then to her toes.  She turned her
upper body to the right as she reached for the button and zipper on the
right side of her little plaid skirt.  Once freed, the little skirt fell to
the floor.  She gathered her mid-back length, straight, black hair and
slightly leaned her head back as she crossed her arms and lifted the soft
yellow shirt up and over her head.  She placed her fists on her hips and
surveyed herself in the mirror once again.  "My legs are too thin ...  I
don't want to be fat but, I wish there was little more of me!"

   Brianna gently tugged up on her light grey silk panties a little bit and
they snuggly formed a second skin over her developing pudenda.  "What did
Shelly call it?  Camel eye?  No ...  camel toe!  That's it." Brianna tilted
her head slightly and took in the view of her panty-clad crotch.  `Looks
kind of cute; gotta remember this when I'm in my bathing suit.' Brianna
widened her stance, bent over slightly, pushed her hips forward and moved
her right hand to her crotch.  Using her index finger she gently pressed
the fabric of her panties deeper into her slit.  She didn't have a chance
to see the natural beauty resulting from her manipulation because as her
finger moved across her slit and pressed into her clitoral area, she
shuddered.  Her eyes closed, she straightened out as a jolt of what felt
like electricity snapped on her fingertip and spread through her `private
parts'.

   "Oh ...  My ...  God!" She pressed her fingertip again and she was
jolted once again.  This one felt better than the last!  Brianna realized
that her nipples hurt.  At a glance she could see that they were more erect
than they had ever been.  Slowly she brought her left hand up and
simultaneously touched both her nipples with her thumb and index finger. 
The same feeling, although not quite as intense, flowed across her chest,
emanating from each nipple.  She then pushed all three fingers at the same
time, and a wave of pleasure rolled through her body.  The feelings seemed
to meet at her belly button; the resulting sensual collision caused her to
reflexively contract and, exhale with a moan.

   Catching her breath, Brianna slowly pushed again as she looked in the
mirror.  "What ...  the ...  ooooooooh ...  fuck?" This time she almost
doubled-over from the feeling.  She felt a little light-headed and fell
back onto bed on her right side.  This one sort of took her breath away. 
She needed a moment to recover.  She reached up the bed for a pillow and
dragged it under her head.  A quizzical look appeared on her face.  She
thought, `Why did Charlie come to mind?  Where did that come from?' Rolling
to her back, with her right hand cupping her crotch, she thought,
`Charlie?' She pressed on her crotch and gave herself a squeeze.  It felt
good!  `Oh God' she thought, `This is wonderful!' Her butt rose slightly
from the bed and for some reason unknown to her she moaned out loud,
"Charlie".

   Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized her panties were wet and
she could feel the warm moisture on her fingertips.  Jumping up from the
bed, with her hand cupped over her crotch, Brianna headed for her bathroom
saying, "Holy shit ...  I haven't had an accident in years!"

   Brianna peeled of her panties, sat down on the toilet and tried to go
but nothing happened.  She quizzically looked at her panties, something
wasn't right.  She leaned forward, picked them up and examined the wet
spot. She gave it a sniff and thought, `That doesn't smell like pee.' She
held them off to her side, dropped them, and looked down at her crotch. 
She rolled her hips a bit and leaned over to get a good look.  `Yep,' she
thought, `I'm wet down there.' She carefully slid the pad of her index
finger down through her slit.  She jumped a bit when she touched something
at the top, `that clit thing under that hoody-thing, God that felt odd, but
really good'!  Her finger continued downward and easily slipped in between
her outer labia where she found the source of her wetness.  "My pussy lips
are all slippery!"

   She slumped down, rested her elbows on her thighs and her chin in her
hands.  She took another look down.  Her labia were redder than she had
ever noticed before.  At a glance, she could see her nipples were still all
stiff and pokey.  In the excitement, she had forgotten about them.  After a
second or two of thought, she realized that she was entering puberty
full-force!  When she had played with herself before it was only for that
tingly feeling that was weird and ticklish; now, it was very different ...
very different indeed!

   Brianna leaned back, lost in thought.  She was starting the trip into
womanhood!  If things could feel this good, she was going to like this a
lot!  Her smiling face quickly changed when she remembered that she had
thought of Charlie when she was discovering herself.  Sure, Charlie was
great, and she liked him a lot; but, not in that way, he didn't fit into
any kind of fantasy.  He did sexy things to her though, and there were
those times that ...  she decided she needed to think this over.  Maybe she
would ask Charlie about this.

   Brianna decided to call it a night and get ready for bed.  She kept
mulling everything over in her mind as she went through her rituals and
eventually curled up with her stuffed animals in bed.  She later remembered
two dreams from that night.  In one, Charlie was simply walking with her in
a park, holding her hand.  In the other, she was in a beautiful bedroom
somewhere, it was all white, she had no clothes at all on and was walking
to a huge bed where Charlie waited for her.  In the morning, she was even
more perplexed by all this.

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   Charlie was old; not Grandfather old, but older than her parents.  He
was cute though, cute like a surfer dude.  Sandy blond hair, fit and trim,
he was kind and friendly.  Brianna often thought that if she had to have
another father, she would want Charlie.  Charlie owned and ran one of the
first upscale organic markets in the Seattle area.  His place, "The O
Spot," was frequented by everybody.  No matter who you were, at one time or
another, you had gone through the doors of his market.  If you wanted to
"be somebody", you better get to know Charlie!

   Charlie had been a bright child; quick with a joke or an insightful
observation.  Born and raised in Kansas City, he enjoyed everything that
fun city had to offer.  Through adolescence and his teens; Charlie was one
of those people everyone liked.  In college he excelled at the city's best
school of business and graduated at the top of his class.  Through
connections, and reputation, Charlie received many employment offers after
graduation.  Aside from his intellect and hard work, his connections and
reputation probably did more for his achievement than anything else.

   In high school, Charlie found out that he was bisexual and didn't really
care about the age of any potential sexual partner.  He had a fondness for
little girls ...  and boys.  He enjoyed his time with older women and
distinguished gentlemen.  He sought and seduced the prime of KC's elite
young professionals and still made time for blossoming adolescent girls and
boys!  Charlie spent time among KC's old money and saw that, for all too
many of them, their need for his company was caused by their shallow lives
and hollow spirits.  He could see the same among the up and comers, they
believed that wealth would bring happiness.  The only true joy he saw was
among the young ones; among the children, the preteens, and the not-already
jaded teens.  Charlie discovered he did not desire wealth, he desired
happiness.  The happiness he desired would require a sizeable stake though.

   Charlie graduated in May and spent a month and a half traveling in
Europe.  He enjoyed every minute of his travels and would have stayed
except that he longed for home.  He returned to KC and reviewed his still
active offers.  Opportunity still existed and he sorted his options. 
Looking at the companies, he remembered a fellow he had met a few months
back.  That wonderful fellow worked for the some sort of cattle grinders
company or some such bullshit.  His name was Daniel and he had a wonderful
cock!  Charlie got hard just recalling the encounter.  Daniel was a lovely
fuck and sucking his cock was like heaven ...  Charlie pulled himself out
of his reverie and got back to business.  There was an offer ...  a cattle
offer somewhere in the pile ...  yep!  There it was, The Cattle Processors
of America.  Daniel had said the owner was an older guy who kept his
"predilections" pretty tightly closeted.  Shuffling through the offer,
Charlie found the old cock sucker's name: Stephen R Douglass!

   Charlie remembered that Daniel did not care one bit for the guy and that
Daniel wanted out; but, needed money for his own start-up in the Bay area.
Charlie found Daniel's number, amongst his long list of contacts, and sent
a message proposing a meet-up.  Within the hour, Daniel wanted to know when
and where.

   They met at Charlie's apartment.  Within minutes Daniel was on his knees
giving oral glorification to Charlie's aerodynamic eight inches.  Daniel
seemed to be on a mission; so, Charlie leaned back on the couch and let him
do his magic.  Within ten minutes, Daniel could feel that Charlie was
getting close, so he quickly slid his finger deep inside Charlie's ass and
found his P-spot.  Within seconds, his mouth was filling with Charlie's
warm, delicious cum.  Daniel drank down every one of the little fellows
Charlie shot into him, as well as those he himself had to suck and stoke
out of him.

   Charlie stood, raised Daniel up, and kissed him deeply.  He used his
tongue as if he was trying to get his cum back from Daniel.  Charlie could
feel Daniel's hard seven-incher straining to be freed from its confines. 
He worked Daniel's pants and boxers down.  Charlie kissed Daniel and then
lowered himself to take the meaty member into his mouth.  His purpose was
to get Daniel lubricated.  Once he had Daniel hard as steel and slippery as
an eel, he turned, knelt on the couch, raised his ass and lowered his head
to the arm rest.  Daniel soaked his fingers with his own saliva and drove
two of them into Charlie's ass.  The next thing Charlie felt in his ass was
Daniel's hard cock.  Daniel didn't last long.  He quickly built to a
fucking frenzy and shot his load deep into Charlie's bowels.

   Daniel flopped on top of Charlie, leaving a gaping asshole where his
cock had just been.  The two men intertwined and passionately kissed. 
After some time, Daniel said, "Lover, let me come up for some air!  I need
to catch my breath and take a piss!"

   Charlie laughed, rolled off the couch, stood, took Daniel's hand and
helped him up.  Coyly, Charlie replied, "You better hurry!  I need to take
a squat pretty soon!"

   Once both men were relieved, Charlie mixed a couple of Manhattan's and
they stood naked, arm-in-arm, looking out the balcony window.  Daniel
turned to face Charlie, slowly pushed his hips forward and started to play
with Charlie's dick using only his dick.  Charlie loved this little game
but quickly gathered his wits and said, "Now, let's not get too worked up
again ...  I need to talk to you about that bullshit company you work for.
I have an idea and I think we could both profit immensely!"

   Daniel stepped back, pondered the statement a moment, and replied, "I'm
willing to listen; if I don't like what I hear, I'll never tell a soul". 
Daniel then walked back and sat in the side wingchair.  Charlie pulled up
an ottoman and sat directly in front of Daniel, a position and view he
enjoyed!

   "Daniel, I'll put in simply; you get me in the right place at the right
time and I'll have that old closet faggot of a boss of yours sucking my
dick or nailing me in the ass.  You need to help me set it up and then we
blackmail the shit out of him." Charlie took a drink and looked at Daniel
expectantly.

   "I like it, man, I really like it!  That old fucker acts all Christian
and anti-guy when, in actuality, he's a sperm gurgling queen, ass fucker."
Leaning forward, almost face-to-face with Charlie, he continued, "We need
to set this up carefully ...  I assume you have an outline of an idea ...
how much do you think?"

   Charlie set his drink down, placed a hand on Daniel's chest and moved
him back into the chair.  He then slid down to his knees between Daniel's
legs.  He started stroking Daniel's perfect cock and without taking his
eyes off it said, "If I take him up on his job offer, can you get me close;
at a function or conference or something?" Charlie started to run the head
of Daniel's dick along his lips and then said, "You think I might be able
seduce the old bastard?" Without waiting for a response he slid his mouth
over Daniel's dick and gave it four extra luxurious sucks.  "Looking up at
Daniel he said, "I imagine seven figures for both of us, or else we go to
the press and the Feds; regardless, his wife and minister are going to see
the pictures, or videos!  Let's make sure we have video!" Daniel couldn't
reply, he was too lost in the sensations delivered by a world-class
cocksucker.

   Their plan worked to a "T".  Old Mr.  Douglass forked out eight million
in cash to the two blackmailers.  They split their ill-gotten money and
Daniel left for the Bay area while Charlie headed to Seattle with a small
business plan in mind.  Mr.  Douglass retired a few months after his wife
sued for divorce and took him to the cleaners for alimony.  He stopped
going to church all together and, within a year, came out of the closet
figuring his troubles were a punishment for all his lies and deceitful
practices.

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   Charlie opened his organic market in Seattle, which soon became one of
the hottest spots in the region.  His cashiers were beautiful young women
or men.  His stockers and baggers were radiant male or female teens.  His
specialty workers (butchers, flower arrangers, produce managers,
dieticians, etc) all looked like a picture of healthy living.  No
semi-normal human could enter the place and not encounter someone they
would want to fuck, suck, or just look at.

   Charlie's social life was full.  He had all the dick or pussy he ever
dreamed of; even better, he was loved by all and considered a pillar in the
community.  Eventually, he encountered someone who threw him for a genuine
loop.  Anna and Brian Fason had been regular customers for a little less
than year.  He genuinely liked the young couple.  He made no attempts for
either of their attentions; they were too much in love.  He desired the
type of love they obviously had for one another and would not to anything
to disturb them.  Something about Brian kind of scared him.  When he looked
at you, you always felt as if he was looking deep inside you.  There was
more than enough action around the market anyway.  He saw no need to cause
trouble.  When Anna became pregnant, Charlie and the whole market were
filled with joy.  He directed that everyone do everything possible to
assist the parents-to-be.

   Charlie was allowed to meet the child when she was only a week old and
he fell in love immediately.  It was an odd feeling for him to have to deal
with.  It was the first time he knew that he would put someone else before
himself.  He watched her grow and was amazed at both her outward and inward
beauty.  When she was six he caught her putting candy in her jacket pocket.
He took her to a nearby bench and she stood between his knees as he
explained to her that what she did was wrong.  Even though he went to great
pains to tell her she wasn't in trouble, crocodile tears began streaming
down her cheeks.

   When he told her not to be upset about trying to steal the candy, she
replied, "It's not that ...  I feel bad that you won't like me any more
..." Charlie melted right then and there.  He pulled her in for a hug and
comforted her until she stopped crying.  "Brianna, whenever you want
anything ...  and I mean anything ...  just come and ask me.  If it's in my
power, I'll get it for you.  I promise.  OK?" Brianna looked at him with
eyes that would melt stone and nodded her head.  "That is our secret, don't
tell anyone.  I'll always be here for you, understood?" again Brianna
nodded her head and slowly a smile came to her face.  She hugged Charlie
with all her might.  Charlie hugged her back but had to shift slightly; he
was getting hard under his grocer's apron.  Almost as soon as they broke
from their hug, Anna came around the corner with her shopping cart; Charlie
instructed Brianna, "Now, go tell your mother everything, everything except
for our secret." Brianna and Anna had a short but powerful conversation. 
When Anna looked back at Charlie, he smiled and nodded his head.  Anna
mouthed "thank you" to him and then they finished their day.

   At first, Charlie never perversely molested Brianna; but, his hand would
often rest on her ass as he bent over next to her, helping her pick out
some candy or nuts.  Her hugs always stirred him and as she grew, she
became the most attractive girl he had ever encountered.  She was
personable, smart, and witty.  Charlie never tired of her.

   As for Brianna, she loved Charlie.  There was nothing he could do that
was wrong or anything bad about him.  She learned all about "bad touches"
and everything in school; but, none of that applied to Charlie, as far as
she was concerned.  As a matter of fact, if he wanted to do all those
things they said were bad, she would let him.

   Over the next four years their emotional and physical relationship grew.
She loved to feel his hard thing when she sat on his lap or gave him a big
hug.  Sometimes he would stand behind her and put his hands on her
shoulders as he rubbed it against her.  It seemed to make him happy; so
whenever they could be alone together in secret, she would try to feel his
thing.  Once, when she was nine, they were alone in his office.  Anna had
asked Charlie if he could look after Brianna for an hour so she could go to
the doctor.  Well, that time he actually took it out of his pants!  Brianna
thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  It was long and
hard ...  it was alive!

   Without asking, she reached out and held it in her hands.  It was warm,
almost hot!  It was soft and hard at the same time.  He showed her how to
stroke it and warned her before the stuff shot out of it.  Brianna was
mature enough to understand what was going on; but still, to actually see
it, now that was something else!  She laughed and jumped when he shot his
stuff.  With one look she could see that he was the happiest she had ever
seen him.  He looked at her with such love.

   Charlie then took time to compliment her on how adult and mature she
was; but also, that she must never tell anyone about any of their secrets.
What just happened was now their number one secret.  Brianna wasn't
concerned.  She would never tell anyone.  On the way home with her mom,
Brianna began to wonder if Chase, her older friend in the sixth grade, knew
anything about this sort of stuff.

   Chase lived down the street and around the corner.  Chase was twelve,
having been held back in the fourth grade by his father.  Chase's dad
rationalized that he was "red-shirting" Chase for a year so that he would
be more physically mature when he was in high school.  They were natural
friends.  Brianna never really fit in with her classmates.  She was always
the tallest in her class and demonstrated a maturity well beyond her years.
She had a couple of friends in her grade but mostly hung out with kids a
grade or two ahead of her.  Chase and she became friends two years
previously when he stopped a group of kids from school who were harassing
her.  Chase sort of became the big brother she never had.  Chase, being an
only child himself, related to Brianna and saw her as the little sister he
never had.

   There had been times that they had pushed the limits of their friendship
by playing "house" and "doctor".  They had sleepovers at each others'
houses and, until Anna had become "sick," their parents often socialized.
Now, with her mother not being herself, the parents had drifted apart, even
though Brianna and Chase remained good friends.

   Brianna knew Chase was busy that afternoon with sports so she couldn't
see him until the next day at school.  When she saw him at school they
arranged to meet in their secret place, up in the loft of Chase's garage.
He had turned a hidden corner of the loft into a club room where he could
get away and be alone.  Chase seemed to need the secret place more than
Brianna; but, she was always welcome whether he was there or not.

   Brianna got home from school the next day, quickly changed, had a snack,
and was out the door telling her mom she was heading over to Chase's house.
Anna replied, "Have fun, be home at 5:30!  Love you!"

   Brianna called back, "Love you more!" She jumped on her bike and was off
down the street.

   Chase was already in the loft when Brianna arrived.  "Hey Bree, what's
up?!" He was sitting on the futon mattress he pulled out of his parent's
garbage a few months ago, leafing through an old swimsuit edition of Sports
Illustrated.

   Brianna sat cross-legged across from him and said, "Chase, put that down
for a second and look at me.  I want to know something about boys, older
boys."

   Chase gave her a smug look and said, "You've come to the right place,
Bree.  Shoot, ask me anything!"

   Brianna shifted a little bit, paused, and asked, "Why do you ...  boys,
men ...  look at those pictures in that magazine ...  and in the others,
like the ones you hide over there?" She flipped her head over in the
direction of an old two-shelf bookcase.

   Chase was taken aback!  He never would have imagined she would have
asked a question about that.  "Brianna, that's grown-up stuff, you're too
young!  Don't ask about things like that!  How did you find my stash?! 
You've been snooping!"

   Brianna leaned forward and shot back, "Don't give me that bullshit,
Chase!  You didn't really hide them ...  I think you wanted me to find
them. Anyway, you don't know the answer about guys and girlie pictures! 
Right?!  Or ...  or you're just a chicken!  You said to ask you anything!"
Brianna sat back, folded her arms and glared at Chase.

   Chase was a bit scared, a bit embarrassed, a bit curious, and strangely,
a bit turned on.  "Alright Bree, I don't understand everything but I'll
give it a try.  I like to look at them because it's naughty; it makes me
feel, like sex and stuff.  I get excited!  I look at those ladies and I
want them.  I want to have sex with them.  I think that since they let guys
take their pictures and put them in magazines, they would want to have sex
with me!  Shit, have you ever seen the videos?" Chase stopped to catch his
breath; he couldn't believe what he just said.  He looked at Brianna and in
a soft voice said, "I hope you don't hate me now, thinking I'm all
perverted or something.  I'm just a guy, every guy I know is like me and
even in school they explained that all of this is perfectly normal." Chase
looked down and paused, "Do you think I'm normal?"

   Brianna needed a moment to digest everything Chase had said.  He was
looking at her and she looked back, directly into his eyes.  She knew he
was good.  He wasn't a perv or anything.  She could tell that what she
thought of him was really important to him.  She knew she had to tread
carefully.  "Chase, I know you're normal.  You're the closest friend I have
and I'll always be your friend.  I really just wanted to know about boys
... and their ...  I don't know ...  thoughts?  Feelings?  Like, how does
it feel?  Do you ever ...  you know, like ...  masturbate when you're
looking at the pictures or videos?" She tried to put on as friendly a face
as possible and simply waited for him to reply.

   Chase was still a bit shaken from this whole thing, it was so sudden! 
Christ!  Only minutes ago he was looking at a story on shortstops.  If he
didn't tell the truth, somehow Brianna would know.  Shit!  She always knew!
She really was his only real friend.  Chase made a decision and spoke,
"You're talking about jerking off and, yes, I do it when I look at those
ladies.  Not every time, sometimes I don't need to look at anything; I just
think about sexy stuff in my mind and it works just as well.  Sometimes I
just like to look at the ladies and I like the way it makes me feel."

   "How does it feel?"

   "I don't know ...  it just feels good.  When I jerk it, it's kind of
like your mind goes away and your body feels really, really good.  When I
just get horny, it feels good too because I remember the other feelings,
but it's not as good."

   "Horny?"

   "Jesus, Bree!  When my dick gets hard, or it's just about to!"

   "I want to see!"

   "No way!" That's too far!  No way am I doing that!"

   "Chase, you said ...  hmmmm ...  if you don't show me I'll tell your mom
about your magazines!"

   "Bree, there's no way you would do that.  I know you won't, so don't lie
to me.  We can't do things like that anymore; we're too old for that.  Even
if I wanted to show you, it would be wrong and we'll get punished."

   "Chase, it's only us, I won't tell anyone, I promise.  I know you won't
say anything.  I never said anything before." Now Brianna turned on the
charm and demurely said, "Who's to know?  We won't get into any trouble,
it's just you and me ...  c'mon Chase ...  pleeease?"

   Chase gave it some thought and decided that she was right; it was only
them.  It would just be like it was when they were kids.  Anyway, he was
thinking things could work out for him.  "Ok Bree, I'll make you a deal,
you show me yours and I'll show you mine.  Just like before"

   "OK, but you go first."

   Chase leaned down to untie his sneaker laces, glanced up and said,
"Deal!" He took off his sneakers, dropped his jeans, and started to slide
his underwear down.  He knew he already had a boner and when he stood back
up his 12 year-old four inch dick stood straight out from his body at full
attention.  "OK, you've seen it!" Chase started to bend down to pull up his
pants.

   "Stop!  You're supposed to ...  to ...  jerk it!"

   Chase stopped with his britches half way up his legs, his dick sticking
straight out at Brianna, and said, "You're serious, aren't you?  You really
want me to jerk off for you don't you?" Placing his right hand on his dick,
chase continued, "OK, but I need something sexy to look at while I jerk off
...  your turn!"

   Brianna had hoped Chase would just let her watch him and then forget
about the deal; but no, he had her in a corner.  Brianna looked at his
pretty, boy-dick and decided, `What the hell'!  She stood up, unbuttoned
her slacks, kicked off her sneakers, pulled all of her coverings down and
off.  She stood erect in front of Chase and noticed his eyes were glued on
her bald, puffy pussy.

   She shifted her weight, and pushed her hip out to the side.  This spread
her thigh gap even further than it was naturally, exposing more of her
crotch than before.  She placed a hand on her hip and said, "You like what
you see, Chase?  Not quite as fancy as your picture and video girls; but,
it's much nicer when it's real, and right in front of you, eh?"

   Chase was stroking his dick quicker and quicker.  He was smiling and
breathing hard.  He moved his eyes from hers to her crotch and back again.
In reply, he said, "Mummmuch better ...  oh Bree!" He began to jerk his
dick instead of just stroking it.

   Brianna stepped forward and grabbed his right hand to stop his jerking.
Chase started to pull his hand from her hands when she said, "Can I try?"
Chase could only nod his head in approval,

   Brianna slid a bit around to his side and started performing a
"reach-around" on Chase.  Brianna didn't want to be in front of him when he
shot his stuff.  She did enjoy the extra contact this positioning offered.
She could feel Chase build to his climax, as her body was firmly pressed
against his side.  She wrapped her free hand around his waist and held him
closer as her delicate hand stroked his firm, preteen dick.

   Chase's head rolled back as he started to quiver and jerk in her arms.
She could feel his dick grow bigger, Chase let out an elongated "ooooh,"
and then it happened!  She watched as his dick squirted out its white cream
in several arcing shots.  With each shot she could feel Chase's body
stiffen and then release.  Brianna held his dick as the shots turned into a
dribble and then she let go.  She didn't want any of that stuff on her. 
Chase fell back onto the mattress and didn't move as he caught his breath.

   Eventually he sat up, looked at her, and said, "Oh my God, Bree!  That
was like nothing ever before.  Let me do you now.  Let me get you off."

   Brianna was already putting her clothes back on and said to Chase, "No,
silly, I just wanted to see what it was like for you.  I don't need
anything." With her clothes back on, she knelt down next to Chase on the
mattress, warmly smiling and said, "Tell you what, if you want, we can do
this again.  I liked it a lot.  Was I as sexy as your ladies?"

   "Much, much sexier, Bree!  I think every time I look at you I'm going to
get horny!"

   Brianna leaned down and softly kissed him on his forehead then ran her
fingers through his mussed hair, straightening it out and said, "I love
you, Chase; I understand a lot more now.  Thank you." She stood and took a
step back.

   Chase quickly said, "I love you too Bree, and no, THANK YOU!"

   Brianna was home with plenty of time before dinner.  She flew through
her homework as usual and then spent some time on the computer researching
"Human Sexuality".  Dinner was wonderful and her dad had her and her mom
laughing as he told a story about Keith, his business partner.  Lying in
bed that night, Brianna decided that the last two days had been very
interesting indeed!

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   After the night of her tenth birthday when she had discovered all her
new sensations, and had those dreams about Charlie, Brianna knew she had to
see him, and as soon as possible.  She didn't have to wait long.  On some
of her mom's "sick days" Brianna had to ride her bike to the market and
pick up some groceries.  For obvious reasons, she enjoyed these errands; as
did Charlie.  It happened that Anna got "sick" two days after her birthday.
Brianna grabbed the market list and was out the door in a flash.

   She had to lurk around the market for a little while until most of the
customers were checking out and Charlie was free to sit with her on one of
the benches that are placed around the market.  Charlie was thrilled with
her news.  He said she was becoming a young woman and would soon be ready
for real grownup fun.  But, he also talked very frankly about how she
should respect herself and the gift she was just discovering.  He also
suggested that she go slowly, don't rush things.  If she let things happen
naturally, she would be much happier.

   He explained how she needed to make sure she didn't share her gift with
just anyone, she needed to be wary of the men and boys who would now chase
after her.  Brianna giggled when he said "chase".  Charlie knew Chase,
Brianna had shared that she kind of liked Chase.  He laughed with her over
his unintentional joke.  Charlie desired Chase as well but couldn't figure
out a way to get near him.  Regardless, Brianna was certain that if anyone
would be the first to touch her like she touched herself, it would be
Charlie.

   Brianna got her groceries and, Charlie walked her out to her bike.  He
gave her a kiss on the forehead and she hugged him warmly.  He watched as
she rode away.  As Charlie walked back into the store, Kelly, the cashier
was eying him.  He noticed and as he walked towards her, she said,
"Charlie, you're the sweetest man in the world.  Sometimes, I think I would
like a kiss from you so I could give you a hug."

   Charlie smiled a warm smile at the lovely blonde seventeen year-old
Kelly and said, "Lets you and I knock off early and go get some dinner."

   Kelly was no fool.  She closed out her register and was untying her
market apron within moments of his offer.  She was clocked out in record
time and met him behind the market and joined him in his car.

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   One of Brianna's birthday gifts was a membership in the finest martial
arts school in town.  Aside from being an outstanding boater, Brianna was
also an excellent swimmer, winning several medals and awards over the last
three years.  She had always wanted to try martial arts and now she had the
opportunity!

   Anna had a list of needed supplies needed for the martial arts school
and, on Saturday, she took Brianna shopping.  They had a wonderful day! 
They found everything she needed; had a nice lunch and then did some fun
shopping.  At lunch, Brianna was her bubbly self, sharing all of the recent
news and gossip in her life; except of course her sexual awakening.  She
never broke anyone's trust when it came to secrets.  It was a "good" day
for Anna and she was feeling a genuine connection with her daughter.  At
one point, Anna just sort of zoned while gazing at Brianna.  She heard her
voice but really didn't hear her words.  She could tell when to smile, or
nod, but wasn't hearing a word her daughter said.  She simply felt wonder,
joy and love for her daughter.  Unlike herself, Brianna was so beautiful,
so alive!  Anna wasn't, but would never be jealous of Brianna; she simply
marveled at what she and Brian had brought into the world.

   That night, while Brianna and her dad searched on-line for a small
sailboat, Anna poured herself an iced tea with a double shot of vodka.  She
sat out on the deck, overlooking the bay, and half-listened to the two most
important people in her life enjoy quality time together.  Anna got up,
mixed a second drink and returned to the deck.  She sat and looked at the
lights across the water ...  the next thing she was aware of was that her
drink was empty and she didn't hear any voices.  She rose and walked
inside, everyone must have gone to bed.  This experience unsettled her; she
mixed another drink and went back out to the deck.  She woke up the next
morning in her bed alone.

   She found a note on the kitchen table written by Brian.  He wrote that
he tried to wake her up but she was too deep asleep; he and Brianna were
driving to the coast to check out a sailboat they saw online.  They planned
to be back in time for lunch.  Anna smiled at the note, wandered into the
living room, curled up on the couch and cried uncontrollably for a half
hour.

   Brian liked the sailboat they went to see but Brianna nixed it.  Since
the boat was meant to be hers, Brian followed her judgment.  They discussed
Brianna's mother on the drive back home.  They couldn't admit that the
situation was too much for them to handle.  When they got home, Anna was
fine; her normal happy self.  They all had a fun afternoon and evening. 
Everything appeared normal.  Brianna fell asleep with a smile on her face
that night.

   Brianna started her martial arts training on Monday.  She loved every
minute of it.  Over the next two months her hard work had her advancing
through the ranks faster than anyone had ever advanced.  It wasn't just her
hard work, she had some help.  A boy named Hunter from her school, in her
grade, was already quite advanced and he helped her immensely.  He was a
cute kid, about three inches shorter than Brianna, who had a winning way
about him that she enjoyed.  He was also the best martial artist for his
age group in the northwest region.

   Brianna, of course knew who he was, but didn't really know him.  Hunter
was very quiet and reserved in school.  He had come to their school a year
ago and was pretty reserved.  At the martial arts school he was a
completely different person.  Brianna liked that person!  She began to
wonder if maybe Hunter would like to fool around.  She did some innocent
flirting with him and, although he obviously knew what she was doing, he
always diverted her attention and got back to whatever task was at hand. 
She caught his message and figured they were to be martial arts friends
only.

   At ten and a half, Brianna was stronger than she had ever been. 
Swimming and martial arts had made her physically fit and independent.  Her
sexual awakening had turned her into a self-aware young woman and she had
friends who were true friends.  Even though her mom was in and out of
reality, she knew she had two caring and loving parents.  The future grew
even brighter when her dad walked her out to the deck, with his hands over
her eyes, and surprised her with the exact sailboat she had been aching
for. There couldn't have been a happier girl in the history of womanhood.

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   Brianna's tenth birthday had been a true turning point in her life. 
There were more to come; the types of turning points that would destroy a
normally functioning adult, much less a young girl.

   The worst day of her life was the day her father died.  It happened one
week after he brought home the sailboat.  He didn't die in any spectacular
or dramatic fashion.  Early one morning, while going to prepare the power
boat for a day of fishing, he fell down the stairs from the house to the
dock and broke his neck.  A neighbor was the first to see her dad's body
when he came out to watch the sunrise and have his coffee.

   Brianna and Anna were both devastated.  The next few weeks went by as if
it was a shared nightmare.  Anna swore off drinking and held her vow until
right after the funeral.  The only way they survived the ordeal was with
the help of Brian's business partner of five years; Keith Semple.

   Keith had become a good family friend, and the brother both Brian and
Anna never had.  He became Uncle Keith to Brianna.  Over the years he had
intertwined his life with the small Fason family's life, as well as taking
the business to new heights and making them more money than they ever
imagined.  It was natural for him to be there at all hours, now that their
small family unit had been torn asunder.

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   Keith Semple was a thin, gaunt man.  He wasn't handsome but he was not
entirely unappealing either.  He kept himself in great shape and was very
meticulous about his appearance.  He always looked as though someone had
dressed him, for whatever occasion he was at and one would have to look
very close to find a hair out of place.  He was thirty-two years old;
unmarried, unattached, not gay, at least openly, and seemingly asexual.  He
was a genius at business and the e-world of Seattle provided very fertile
soil for him to grow a fortune.

   Hooking up with Brian Fason was one of the easiest decisions he ever
made.  He saw that Brian was a dynamo, only needing someone to direct and
amplify his energy.  The past five years were the most exciting either of
them had been through.  Brian never questioned Keith about his lifestyle
and easily accepted him for what he was; which was an unknown.  Anna was a
bit more persistent though.  She tried to set him up with various eligible
ladies and even asked him one time if his taste swung in other directions.
He laughed to himself at the time; she didn't realize how close she came to
the truth.

   For as long as he could remember, Keith only knew of one interest he had
sexually: young girls.  Even as a child, he felt an attraction to girls who
were younger.  He didn't know why, he just knew he wanted to touch them, to
see them naked, to do things with them.  It was an obsession that never
wavered throughout his life.  At the age of five, he had been caught by his
mother molesting a three year-old neighbor girl.  He had lured her into the
garage with promises of candy.  She was naked from the waist down, his hand
directly on her little pussy, rubbing away, when his mother walked into the
garage.  That day, he received the first of many sadistic beatings from his
mother.
If he learned one thing, from his mother, it was that he needed to hide
his "predilection" so no one would ever know.  Keith grew up in Phoenix and
had his first business successes there.  He never made any real friends,
just associates or colleagues.  Very few people disliked Keith, even fewer
liked him.  He gave no one a cause for either emotion.  He frequented the
public places, where you might expect someone like him to frequent.  He
would also utilize the "escort services" advertized in various places,
always asking for the youngest or youngest-looking girls.  Sometimes he
would come close to what he really desired with a fifteen or sixteen

year-old escort; but, most times he was usually left feeling unsatisfied.

   Maybe about once a year he got lucky.  He would encounter a ten or
eleven year old that he could molest.  Even on those occasions he felt
unsatisfied.  He wanted a relationship with a young girl, not a momentary
molestation.

   Eventually his business success led him to greater opportunities for the
kind of experiences he sought.  After one such night, spent with a very
pretty and "willing" thirteen year-old, high-class prostitute, he thought
"Who the fuck said money can't buy happiness'?  For his part, his thought
was true.  As his wealth increased so did his access to what he desired
most.  Keith was dabbling in the outer spheres of Aiden's universe.  He was
getting the girls, whose value had dropped to the point where they were
available to the wealthy general public, for a price, a very steep price.

   He had heard, through his contacts, that even more beautiful and younger
girls were available in Seattle.  Keith began researching the Seattle
business scene and settled on three small businesses that were in dire need
of his abilities.  After meeting with two owners he could immediately see
why their businesses weren't progressing and pegged them as doomed for
failure.  Those businesses reflected their owners.  The third business was
another experience altogether.

   A dynamic bear of a man named Brian Fason, was stuck; his company didn't
have the ability to grow to meet the demand that he was starting to
experience.  After an hour-long meeting, Keith laid out the path to success
for Brian.  Brian could not find a flaw in what this odd, skinny, little
fellow was proposing.  What was obvious was that his business needed this
Keith guy in order to succeed, and Keith knew it.  The next day the two of
them hammered out an agreement that was fair to both them and their current
and future employees.  Keith, honestly, didn't give a shit about the
employees, but it was important to Brian.

   The money he earned took Keith almost to the center of the world of
little girls in Seattle.  He could afford it and he loved it.  One
particular thought began to percolate in the back of his mind.  Why
couldn't he just adopt, or procure somehow, a young girl from somewhere and
raise her as his own?  Every time he looked into how this could be done, he
met a brick wall.  This became an obsession for him; it deepened every time
he visited the Fason family and encountered the absolutely marvelous
Brianna.

   Brianna, although getting older, was everything he imagined in a little
girl.  She was affectionate, witty, smart as a whip, and pretty; oh, was
she pretty!  She had eyes that were like magnets for your soul.  Whenever
she would sit next to him or, talk to him, or God be praised, hug him, he
felt full of warmth.  No matter how warm he felt towards her, he also felt
a greater level of lust for the young enchantress.  In his mind, he
considered that maybe she knew what she was doing to him.  She was teasing
him; she was playing coy around him.  He started to believe that her
genuine kindness and amity was just a tease, a tease to seduce him!

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   Keith had always viewed tragedies as opportunities in disguise.  He saw
Brian's death as just that; an opportunity.  A plan formed in his mind;
before Brian was even laid to rest, he put it into action.  Keith became
overly protective of the grieving widow and fatherless daughter.  He knew
how to read people and brought all of his skills into play when dealing
with the two females.  He became a pillar of strength for them, as well as
a consoling friend.  He found out their wishes and needs and saw to their
every desire.  He managed their finances and saw to insurance and burial
details.  He turned Brian's death into a financial windfall for his
survivors.

   Keith made sure Anna was properly "sedated" on most days and alert on
days when they dealt with other people.  Keith either took Brianna to her
swim club or martial arts classes himself, or arranged for her
transportation, when on the rare occasion, he couldn't take her.  He
desired these alone moments with Brianna and provided her with the comfort
and guidance she needed.  His heart skipped a beat the day she started to
give him a quick kiss and hug when getting out of the car.

   Keith also started to isolate Anna and Brianna from their friends and
past lives.  He organized activities and events to occupy their time. 
Brianna no longer rode her bike to the market alone or simply went over to
Chase's house to visit.  Every minute of their lives was slowly being
controlled by Keith.  He took control so slowly that they barely even
noticed it.  He couched all he did in a fake concern for their safety. 
Anna dearly wanted to feel safe and was fine with whatever limits he put on
Briana, to ensure that she wouldn't lose her as well.

   Keith especially tried to keep Brianna away from Charlie.  He saw
Charlie as the number one threat to his plan.  Keith made covert attempts
to have Charlie investigated; but, nothing ever came of his attempts.  It
dawned on him that if he wanted to keep Charlie out of the way, he needed
to keep him close.  He was always present when Brianna saw Charlie, or when
Charlie came to the house to visit Anna.  What he didn't notice were the
notes surreptitiously passed between Brianna and Charlie the first few
times they met.  They were also able to IM and FaceChat when they had the
opportunity.

   Charlie felt something was wrong with the way things were going. 
Brianna defended Keith's actions as being best for everyone.  They both
agreed that they missed each other greatly and needed to plan a way to meet
in private.  Sadly, for them, none of their plans ever worked out.  Normal
life events either got in the way or Keith quietly foiled their attempts at
secret rendezvous.

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   Brianna's mourning wasn't completely by herself.  People at the swim
club were very supportive and caring to her during her time of need.  She
found solace in the individual exertions of swimming.  She could free her
mind from thoughts and concerns.  Pretty soon she was breaking several of
her personal bests at many distances.  The martial arts complimented the
swimming perfectly.  She was able to release aggressions, in a controlled
atmosphere, and socialize without Keith watching over her.  The first time
he brought her to the gym he hung around, for a while, and was absolutely
bored to death.  There were plenty of kids that should have attracted him,
but those bulky, loose outfits were a turn off.  He didn't see any reason
to hang around there waiting for Brianna.

   After the workout, the class, and the practice, Brianna and Hunter
always found time to practice together.  Over the past few weeks, Brianna
was improving at an amazing rate.  Every facet of her art was being honed.
At times she was able to beat Hunter by using her longer limbs to leverage
his greater strength.  Hunter noticed a change in Brianna; she was getting
a bit meaner each day at practice.  He noticed that she seemed to be toying
more and more with her workout partners.  She just didn't beat her
opponents; she was close to humiliating them.

   Brianna's world had been secretly rocked when Chase told her that his
father had found his secret room and everything hidden there.  Brianna
couldn't believe it when Chase told her that his father was sending him to
military boarding school in eastern Oregon.  Brianna cried every night for
a week.  She was losing everyone who mattered to her.  Brianna began to
take out her feelings in her matches.

   One day Hunter was watching as Brianna made another girl cry.  Brianna
hurt the girl a bit and, when she had her down, whispered something to her
that made the girl cry.  That was a line that Hunter believed should never
be crossed.  Brianna stalked off the mat and sat on the small set of
bleachers at the end of the gym.  No one else had seen what had happened
and the girl wasn't going to say anything to anyone about Brianna's
behavior.  She was too scared of Brianna to tell on her.  Hunter took it on
himself to talk to Brianna.

   Brianna was fuming and angry when Hunter approached.  She had no idea
why she felt so mad, she just did.  She looked across the gym at the girl
she just beat and thought `Little bitch deserved it!  Little cunt got what
she needed ...  a fucking beat down'!  Brianna was tunnel-vision focused on
the girl and never saw Hunter approach.  Suddenly, she noticed him as he
sat next to her on the bleacher.

   Looking straight ahead, he said, "Went kind of rough on the kid, didn't
ya?"

   "Hey, the bitch got what she deserved!"

   "She's been here four weeks and you were supposed to show her some
stuff, not beat her down."

   "What difference is it to you?  You like the little cunt?  You here to
protect her?"

   "Brianna ...  come with me."

   He led her off the bleachers around the side and down a narrow corridor.
Along the right side were smaller empty workout rooms.  He opened the door
to the second one and walked inside.  There was a large window along the
corridor wall but it was opaque if the inside light wasn't turned on. 
Enough light came through so the room was just kind of shadowy.  Brianna
followed him in and pushed at Hunter.

   "So, we're here to fight, huh?  OK, I'll kick your ass right now!"

   "Brianna!  For Christ's sake, would you just calm down for a minute?! 
I'm not here to fight you ...  I want to help ...  whatever it is ...  let
me help!"

   Brianna was caught off guard by this but immediately put her guard back
up.  "Help?  You've barely said a thing to me since my dad died!  Help? 
What the fuck can you do to help? ..." Brianna trailed off; she started
pacing around the small padded room.  Her obi had come untied and she tried
to retie it but her anger caused her to only fumble around with the Asian
sash.  She grabbed the obi, threw it against the wall and half yelled, "God
damn thing ...  nothing works"!

   She could feel tears begin to well up and her face turn red.  `No!' she
thought, `I am not going to cry!' In a burst of rage she threw off her
uwagi, throwing it against the wall as well.  "I hate these keikogis! 
They're so ...  aaarrrggg ...  ugly!" She pulled the shitabaki down and off
and threw it against the wall also.

   Hunter was dumb-struck!  He couldn't believe what was happening in front
of his eyes.  An expression of his father's came to mind, `Bat-Shit Crazy'!
Looking at Brianna, standing in front of him, in her very revealing light
blue under skin wear, fists tightly clenched, shaking in anger and glaring
at him with hatred, he thought, `Brianna is crazy, I'm going to have to put
her down and get some help.  Shit!  I better be quick'!  He started to move
into a fighting position and saw that she had closed her eyes.  `Holy shit!
She's not going to fight!  She wants to get beat up'!

   For a second, Hunter held his position.  He then looked at what was in
front of him.  Brianna's under-skin was tight as a second skin and very
revealing.  She had two tiny chest bumps with points sticking out at the
front.  Looking down he could clearly see the outline of her pussy.  He
noticed that she had a shape he felt was sexy and, now, he no longer
thought about hitting her.  He lowered his hands, relaxed and let out a
breath.

   Brianna heard him exhale and opened her eyes.  Hunter looked at her and
said, "My mom died a year and a half ago.  Me and dad had to move here.  My
dad's with the Navy; I've never lived anywhere for more than a couple of
years.  I don't know anybody.  I don't make friends anymore.  I know what
it's like to ...  lose a parent."

   He started to turn and walk out when Brianna said, "I'm so sorry,
Hunter, I had no idea ...  I'm so sorry!"

   Hunter stopped dead in his tracks and stifled a sniff.  `No, no, no! 
I'm not going to cry'!  He turned and strode towards Brianna, she shied
back a bit.  Even though she had beaten him in some recent matches, she
knew he had let her win.  If he wanted to, he could really hurt her.  When
he was a foot away, he stopped and started to say, "Brianna, I wish I could
..."

   He didn't get anything else out as she stepped into him and hugged him
tight.  She was a few inches taller, but she still managed to snuggle
completely into him.  Hunter felt good.  He wrapped his arms around Brianna
and held her close.  He held her head between his shoulder and head and
became very conscious of the lithe body pressing full force into him.  She
relaxed her grip on him for a moment and he thought that the hug was over.
She was only repositioning herself so she could snuggle all the tighter
into him.

   If Brianna held him any closer, she would have been on the other side of
him!  It didn't matter, for the first time, in a long time; Hunter felt the
genuine warmth and caring of a female.  Sure, it wasn't his mom, but it
sure felt good.  He realized that it was starting to feel real good, almost
too good.  He released Brianna and pulled away, scared that she would feel
his "woody" against her body.

   Brianna let her hug loosen but kept her hands on Hunter's shoulders. 
She placed her right hand alongside his face and turned his head so she
could look into his eyes.  She felt whatever tensions and worries in him
fade away.  She smiled as she saw a scared boy trying hard to be a brave
man.  He was good, he was kind and, best of all, he liked her, a lot.  She
could tell he was waiting, waiting for her to move first, he really wanted
her to take the first step; he was hoping she would make the first move.

   She moved her hand from the side of his face around to the nape of his
neck.  Brianna tilted his head slightly to his left, gently moved forward
and, softly placed her lips on his.  Hunter was hesitant at first, but
found his way very quickly.  Their youth didn't matter; they kissed with
passion and need.  Brianna was the first to open her mouth and cautiously
seek out Hunter's tongue with hers.  Hunter pulled Brianna tight as he felt
his excitement rise.  This time he wanted her to feel his erection against
her body.

   Brianna moved in such a way that she straddled the front of his thigh;
running her immature pussy up and down his leg.  Hunter joined in her
movements as his hard dick pressed up against her hip.  The two preteens
writhed and dry humped each other as they shared a long passionate kiss.

   Brianna could sense that Hunter was getting close.  His breathing was
coming quicker and his movements were much more emphatic.  She broke their
kiss and moved apart from him, while moving her hands to his shoulders. 
Hunter was a bit shaken, he liked what was happening and didn't want it to
stop.  Brianna's smile was soothing, he relaxed and waited for what was
next.

   What was next was Brianna untying his obi, and sliding her hands inside
his uwagi and carefully removing it.  He wore nothing underneath and
Brianna liked what she saw.  His upper body still had the softness of a
boy; but, a year-plus of strenuous exercise had built up his muscles and
provided enough definition to provide a clue as to what his body look like
in the future.  Brianna ran her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and
down his chest.  Her hands moved around his waist; her thumbs ended up
inside the waist band of his shitabaki.

   Hunter's excitement had abated, somewhat, but now he was starting to get
nervous.  He had never had a girl see him without clothes on!  He was
starting to feel embarrassed and unsure about all of this.

   Brianna moved her hands from the waist band and reached around and up
his back, pulling him in close.  She pressed her crotch tightly against his
and slowly began a sensuous dry hump.  She gave him a light kiss and said,
"Trust me, Hunter.  I know this is weird ...  it's OK ...  you'll like it
...  we'll be fine."

   Brianna could feel the worry leaving Hunter.  She bent down as she
removed his shitabaki; but, left his boxer shorts in place.  It seemed
fair; they were both in their undergarments now.  She stayed on her knees
and pulled on his arms for him to kneel also.  The two of them were on
their knees facing each other.  Brianna leaned back a bit and slid her
under-skin bottoms down until her bald, just starting to mature pussy was
exposed for Hunter to see.  She suspected he would like a look at her
privates.

   Hunter's eyes were as wide as they could be.  He shifted his gaze back
and forth from her face to her pussy.  He said, "Brianna, I've never ... 
not in real life ...  up close." Brianna took his hand, pressed it against
her stomach and started to slowly move it across her abdomen, slowly moving
him closer to her private place.  His hand moved over each hip bone
extrusion and down the middle to between her legs.  If Brianna's eyes had
been open she would have seen a smile on his face the likes of which she
had never seen before!  She began to ride his hand and experience the
little sensual jolts that she had come to love so much.  Her hips were
instinctively rolling on his hand.  Hunter started to move his fingers in
an attempt to help; although he had no idea, whatsoever, what was happening
or what to do.  He just knew she was rubbing one out her own way.

   Brianna felt like she was in heaven!  The tingling feeling in her little
pussy grew and grew.  The jolts were starting to subside as more of a hot
wave seemed to flow through her body.  Through half-closed eyes she looked
at Hunter.  `He is so handsome, so nice, so good ...  he cares about me!'
At that thought, she felt a tremor move from the inside of her pussy and
radiate out through her entire body.  She stiffened, and then shook; she
exhaled with a squeaky sound coming from her throat.  She grabbed Hunter's
hand and pressed it hard against her pussy; another wave rode through her.
She curled forward, placed her left hand on Hunter's shoulder to steady
herself and, while looking up at his face, she felt a warm wave wash
through her body.  She needed to catch her breath.  Hunter's look was one
of complete surprise and awe.  He had never seen such a thing, never ... 
such a beautiful thing!

   She caught her breath and pulled herself into Hunter, forcing him over
on his back.  She excitedly gave him a big, messy kiss.  Pulling away she
said, "Oh my God, Hunter!  I've never felt THAT before!  You know, I really
needed that!  I have been so down lately ...  so mad ...  I needed
something, something good to happen." She then gave him a nice kiss.

   Hunter said, "Brianna, I know what you're going through and right now
everything is good.  Then things will be sad again, then good.  My dad said
that we would have good days and bad days.  Sometimes I think the bad days
will never go away.  Practicing helps a lot."

   Brianna smiled at him and said, "I think there are other things that can
help." While she spoke, her right hand made its way inside his boxers and
found his young stiff prick.  It wasn't as big as Charlie's, it wasn't as
big as Chase's; but, it felt big enough to her.  Her fingers easily reached
around it; its shaft was the length of the width of her hand.  Hunter
stiffened and gasped when her hand took hold of his dick.

   Hunter couldn't believe it!  Nobody else had ever touched his dick! 
Nothing had ever felt as good as Brianna's hand touching his dick.  He
couldn't help his reactions.  He kicked his legs a little bit when she
moved her hand on his dick.  He felt like he was going to throw up or
something; his stomach was doing summersaults!  He was breathing hard, like
he was working out.  His eyes were closed and his entire world was centered
on Brianna's hand gently sliding up and down his dick.  It felt so good it
almost hurt!

   Brianna had pulled down his boxers enough so his dick was standing free
and she could watch everything.  Hunter was on his back and she was sitting
sideways next to him.  She supported herself with her left hand and stroked
his dick with her right.  She thought Hunter looked beautiful!  She really
liked how his dick appeared to be the right size for him, and her.  It fit
snuggly in her hand.  When she wrapped her hand around it, only the `German
helmet' of his wee-wee was visible.  Her strokes made it disappear and
reappear; it was prairie-dogging!

   There was nothing about this act that Brianna didn't enjoy!  She slid
her hand down to the base of his dick and cupped his balls in her fingers.
She rolled his little hairless nut sack around her fingers like she was
warming up a couple of dice.  Hunter was moaning and breathing heavily. 
Every exhale was accompanied with a hip thrust upward and an abdominal
contraction.  He worked his arm around her back and was caressing her as
she took him higher and higher in this novel sexual experience.  She loved
making him happy!

   Hunter couldn't take it any longer!  He was feeling things he never felt
before.  He looked over at Brianna and saw she was smiling a beautiful
smile and watching as she jacked him off.  That was it!  He felt like his
entire abdomen was exploding through her hand.  He jerked and convulsed as
joyous pleasure rolled through his body.  He heard Brianna exclaim,
"Alright!  There you go!" He felt something wet and warm on his stomach;
Brianna's hand seemed to be gliding up and down his dick with a lubricated
ease.  He propped himself up on his elbows and could see white stuff on his
belly and also covering his dick.  Brianna was no longer stroking him; she
was looking at him with those wide eyes and a look of satisfaction.

   "Brianna, that's the first time anything has come out!  Sometimes, I
think something has, but this is the first time I've seen it!" He wasn't
about to share the times he had woken up with sticky pajamas; but, this
was, indeed, the first time he actually, consciously ejaculated.  God damn!
He felt so fucking good!  A very pretty girl had let him see and touch her
pussy!  She then jerked him off!  Life couldn't be better.  Then there was
the kissing, Hunter liked the kissing, he liked it a lot!  He lay back down
and thought, `This has been a great day!'

   Brianna popped up, went to where her uwagi was lying in a pile and
retrieved some tissues.  She wiped off Hunter's stomach and dick as best
she could.  She cleaned her hand and was then curled up next to Hunter.

   Hunter spoke first, "Brianna?  Are you my girlfriend now?"

   "No, no Hunter, I'm not ever going to be anybody's girlfriend.  We can
do this all we want but I don't want to be a girlfriend." She rolled,
rested herself on his chest, and continued, "I like you a lot, Hunter; who
knows, maybe in a few years we will be more than what we are.  Right now
... let's see how this works.  We can play, fight, kiss, and like each
other ...OK?"

   "You know, I let you win when we fight."

   "Yeah, I know, I think it's real nice of you.  I want to get better;
good enough to really win.  Can you help me?"

   Hunter turned towards Brianna and said, "I'll do my best to help you be
a champion ...  Can we do this again?"

   "Not today!  But, yea, sure!  I liked it a lot! ...  My ride might
already be here." Brianna got up and put her Keikogi back on.  She slipped
the tissue in her pocket.  Hunter got dressed as well.  They left the
workout room, unnoticed by anyone in the gym.

   Brianna's ride was indeed waiting for her.  The driver was the handsome
Devyn; one of Keith's personal assistants.  Devyn was of Pacific-Islander
heritage, he stood six foot three, and he must have weighed at least three
hundred pounds.  He was a mountain of a man.  She climbed in the back of
the fancy sedan and rode home in silence, thinking of Charlie, Chase, and
Hunter.  Then she thought about her dad.

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   When Brianna got home, she was surprised to see her mother alert and
happy.  She started to ask what was going on but her mother stopped her and
told her to get cleaned up; Keith was taking them out to celebrate!

   Her mother wouldn't tell her what they were celebrating, only that she
needed to wear her prettiest dress.

   Brianna wore a tight little black dress her mother had gotten for her
only a week ago.  She added a silky, white, half-top that she tied off just
under where her eventual breasts would be; She thought she looked pretty
damned good!  She pulled the sides of her long hair back and held it with a
clip, while the rest flowed luxuriously down under the pulled back tresses.
She had black half-heel shoes that gave her young legs some definition
without looking too sexy for a preteen.

   Brianna was almost shocked when she saw how wonderful her mom looked! 
She hadn't dressed up in years and she made up for missed time in one
night! Her dress had an angular red and black pattern and fit her like a
glove.  Anna had not lost her figure and was still a knockout in the sex
appeal arena!  She wore her hair simply and applied just the right amount
of makeup.  Together, they were one hell of a great looking pair!

   Keith arrived, in a stretch limo, and was justifiably shocked when he
saw the mother and daughter visions of beauty waiting for him!  He couldn't
gush enough compliments about the two beauties.  He tried very hard to
focus on Anna and, for the most part, he succeeded; but, he ached for
Brianna in the worst way.  She was the vision of his every fantasy!

   Anna was so happy and lively that she was contagious.  The three of them
had a marvelous time.  Over wine, before dinner, Keith announced that he
had signed a deal that day which would sell off about two-thirds of the
company for approximately fifty-seven million dollars!  They would retain
control over the remaining R&D division, which had the most skilled and
innovative employees, while disposing of the e-commerce side of the
business.  Anna understood what Keith had done.  He cashed in on the least
fun and innovative parts of the company; while keeping the future in their
control.  At the same time, he made them independently wealthy.  She had
two whiskey sours with dinner.

   After dinner, and before dessert, Keith shocked them even more.  He made
a proposal of marriage to Anna, who readily and joyously accepted.  Brianna
was happy for her mother and made a show of her approval while, deep
inside, she had a bad feeling about all of this; a very bad feeling indeed!


   Meanwhile, Keith ordered Anna another drink.
   To be continued ...