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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Rick's Story - A TYTC Sequel - Part Two by - The StoryMaster

   When Vanessa Adams got home from school she went immediately to the
kitchen to grab a snack, before heading for her room.  She was very
excited, and couldn't wait to get online.  A boy she'd met that very day in
the hallway after class had promised to meet her in a popular chat room,
and she'd agreed.

   Normally Vanessa shied away from such things, having heard too many
tales about the weirdos lurking out there in cyber-space just waiting to
pounce upon unsuspecting prey, but this boy definitely wasn't a weirdo. 
Vanessa was a little surprised at how strong her feelings were for him in
fact.  Usually she was attracted to the more athletic types.

   Jerome Davis was certainly not athletic, although he wasn't a dork
either.  He was simply more studious than most of the young men who's
friendships Vanessa had sought in the past.  Jerome was a good looking lad
of fifteen, who had the reputation of being rather serious and reserved,
and therefore wasn't all that popular with the ladies.  He was an
exceptional student, and remained on the Dean's List from one semester to
the next.  Generally he kept to himself, and more often than not, he could
be found with his nose buried in a text book, studying.

   Surprisingly, Vanessa also had a difficult time of it when it came to
meeting boys and forming relationships, but for an entirely different
reason; one that no one would have suspected.  It certainly wasn't due at
all to her physical appearance.  To the contrary, Vanessa Adams was what
most young men referred to as a "knock out".  She was slim of figure with a
lovely face and waist length blond hair, and she was just around the corner
from becoming a teenager.  In fact, Vanessa would celebrate her thirteenth
birthday in less than two weeks.  She was a smart child and a good student
and had a mysterious, worldly air about her, a characteristic that many
found to be very appealing.  As a result, she had a regular following of
interested and eligible young men.  Vanessa Adams, however, would have none
of them, and after snubbing Dale Peterson, the most popular boy in the
Junior Class, she quickly earned the reputation of being cold and aloof. 
Many assaulted her emotional citadel, and many failed.  To practically
everyone, Vanessa Adams remained an enigma.  To everyone, that is, except
her older brother.

   What no one suspected, and what Vanessa genuinely hoped and prayed that
none would ever discover, was that from the tender age of ten, she and her
brother Rick had been engaged in a secret and rather amorous relationship.
What originally began as conventional childhood games, had blossomed over
the years into a fairly involved sexual interrelationship, and one that
Vanessa, had she had a choice in the matter, could well have done without.
Her brother, Rick, had for the past three years, however, successfully
maintained control over his lovely younger sister, keeping her in line and
at his beck and call.

   Rick Adams, you see, retained a large number of digitized images of his
younger sister of a rather compromising nature.  The resourceful young man
threatened to expose his sister's confidential activities to her friends
and acquaintances and to the world in general by publishing said images on
the Internet if Vanessa were to become in any way uncooperative. 
Naturally, as the years passed and their relationship matured to new
levels, Rick's collection of photographic "evidence" became ever more
explicit in nature, until the very thought of having anyone she knew, or
didn't know for that matter, witness her intemperance was utterly
intolerable to Vanessa.  She would do anything to maintain her brother's
continued confidentiality, and Rick, being an unusually imaginative young
man of nearly fifteen years of age, consistently provided his pretty sister
with new and exciting opportunities to ensure his silence.

   There was little doubt in either sibling's mind about who "wore the
pants" in their relationship, and the reason that Vanessa had such a
difficult time in her attempts to meet and get to know other young men her
age, was because her big brother, for the most part, forbid her to
entertain any extracurricular male camaraderie.  Rick made it abundantly
clear to Vanessa that he had no problem with her talking to other boys
within the setting of her school, but there was to be no "dating" or even
flirting unless he granted his consent.

   "I'll be watching, Vanessa," Rick told his resentful sister.  "Don't
test me," he warned.

   Of course, Vanessa, being a girl about to enter her teenage years, tried
on occasion to rebel against her brother's wishes.  Once she succeeded in
flirting with an interested young man, and after experiencing no
repercussions, she naturally tried it again.  Somehow Rick found out about
the second incident, and as a result, Vanessa's darkest nightmare nearly
became a reality.

   Her brother was poised to release hundreds of photographs of her
indiscretions into several Newsgroups on the Net before, Vanessa literally
fell to her knees and pleaded with him to reconsider.  Vanessa was only
barely able to avert disaster that time, and only then by agreeing to cater
to Rick's every whim for the better part of the following weekend.

   Now here she was, tempting fate once again.  "There's no way he'll find
out about this," Vanessa thought confidently.  A smirk graced her pretty
face as her slim fingers flew over the keyboard.  "Jerome digs me.  I know
he does, and I'm not going to go on letting Rick run my whole life!" she
resolved.

   It was a Thursday afternoon, and the Net wasn't too busy.  Vanessa and
Jerome met in the chat room like they'd planned and spent a wonderful two
hours sharing their dreams and aspiration with each other.  At one point
during the "conversation", Jerome asked Vanessa if she was "seeing" anyone.
With her heart in her throat, Vanessa replied that she wasn't, but that she
might like to.  She sat, waiting breathlessly for the boy's response.  Then
slowly an image began to take shape on her monitor.  The pixels multiplied
and the picture gradually took shape until with a smile, Vanessa recognized
the grinning face of her "cyber-beau", Jerome.  Vanessa was rebellious, but
she wasn't reckless.  Before dropping the link, she knew she had to
fabricate a plausible reason why she and Jerome needed to be discrete about
being seen together.  She did not wish to raise the suspicions of her
brother.  "My Dad is really protective," she lied with her fingertips.  "If
he thinks that I'm fooling around with boys, I'll be grounded for life."

   "But, 'Tiny Dancer' [Vanessa's chat room alias]," Jerome's words
scrolled across the window at the bottom of the screen.  "I just want to
get to know you as a person.  I wouldn't dream of asking you to do
anything...  You know...  like that." Jerome Davis was indeed an honorable
young man.

   Vanessa sat for several minutes staring at his words on her monitor. 
"If only he knew," she thought as she felt the beginnings of a heated blush
rise up into her cheeks.  Suddenly her bedroom door opened, and Vanessa was
only barely able to close the chat window before her big brother stepped
behind her and put his hands onto her shoulders.  Thankfully Rick didn't
inquire as to what she was doing on her computer.

   Rick had been uncharacteristically charitable the past couple of days,
and Vanessa was beginning to hope that maybe this time she'd be able to
conceal her relationship with Jerome from her uncompromising sibling.  Then
as Rick slowly slid his right hand into the open collar of her cotton
blouse, Vanessa sighed and leaned her head back against his body the way
her big brother had taught her.

   The next day at school, Vanessa had seen Jerome once or twice when
they'd passed in the hallways.  Each time she'd given him a little smile,
but that had been the extent of her acknowledgment of the boy.  Before
their unexpected sign-off the evening before, the two young people had
managed to promise each other that they would meet again in the same chat
room the next night, and Vanessa had barely been able to contain her
excitement the as the hours slowly crept by.

   When at last she sat again before her computer, waiting for the hateful
machine to boot up, Vanessa was more exhilarated than she could remember
feeling for a long, long while.  "What would he say to her?" she wondered
dreamily.  "What should she say to him?" That thought made her somewhat
uneasy.  The young lady that Jerome thought he might someday like to get to
know better was definitely not the girl who sat awaiting his company in the
ether.  Vanessa imagined that she might somehow become that girl, but the
fact was, she never would, and that certainty was about to be made severely
clear to her.

   Finally she was logged on, and after typing in her screen name and
password, Vanessa waited impatiently for Jerome to log on and recognize her
alias on the chat room occupants list.  A couple of minutes passed, giving
Vanessa time to consider her strategy.  It didn't take long for her to come
to the conclusion that although she very much wanted to build a
relationship with Jerome that was open and honest, there were some things
that he simply didn't need to know.  A lot of things, actually.  Vanessa
was so lost in thought, that she didn't notice the words scrolling in the
lower window for several seconds.  With a start, followed by a smile,
Vanessa read, "Hi Tiny Dancer.  I've been waiting all day to talk to you."
Vanessa felt her heart race.

   "Hi, 'Pythagorus' [Jerome's goofy screen name]," she typed.  "I've been
waiting too," she added with a blush.  "He's so shy," Vanessa thought to
herself when Jerome didn't respond right away.

   "Is your Dad around?" Jerome's words scrolled across the screen.

   "Funny he should ask that," Vanessa thought.  She hesitated before
replying.

   Coincidentally, both of her parents were on their way to Nassau for the
weekend, leaving her in the "care" of her big brother.  Speaking of her
brother, Vanessa thought it odd that she hadn't seen or heard anything from
Rick.  Usually he wanted her to do "something" for him as soon as she got
home from school.  His conspicuous absence made Vanessa a little
apprehensive.

   "Haven't seen him tonight, but he could walk in at any minute.  I might
have to break the link if he shows up.  I hope you understand," she typed.
"That part's true, anyway," Vanessa sighed to herself.

   "I understand why he's so protective of you, Tiny Dancer.  I wouldn't
want to share you with just anybody either."

   Vanessa stared at her new friend's words for a good while without moving
a muscle.  "That's a weird thing for him to say," she reflected.  "That
doesn't sound at all like Jerome." The hairs on the back of her neck
suddenly stood on end, and Vanessa shivered reflexively.  She began to get
a very bad feeling deep in her belly.

   Seconds passed while Vanessa sat frozen before her computer.  Then at
last she shook her head.  "Don't be silly!" she chided herself as she
reached for the keyboard.  In an attempt to change the subject and move on,
Vanessa quickly typed, "So, what do you want to talk about tonight?"

   While she waited for a reply, an image began to materialize just like
the night before.  In fact, as pixel after pixel filled in, Vanessa
recognized the photo as being the same one that Jerome sent last night just
before they signed off.

   "What the hell?" Vanessa whispered, as the image of a smiling Jerome
stared back at her from the computer on her desk.  Baffled, the pretty
blond was about to ask her "cyberbeau" what the heck he was doing, when
before her very eyes, Jerome's face was abruptly replaced by the grinning
face of her brother, Rick.

   Vanessa stared in stunned silence at the foreboding image on the
monitor. Her mouth went utterly dry and her expression became a mask of
dismay as these words scrolled letter by letter across the screen.  "Let's
talk about you coming to my room, Vanessa.  I need you to do something for
me."

   Rick had taken a liking to using his sister's mouth for his pleasure. 
There were many times, of course, that he would insist that she attend to
him while he lay on his back on his bed or sat at his desk doing his
homework, but more and more often lately, Rick would order Vanessa to kneel
in front of him, either on the bed or on the floor.  He would begin by
holding her head between his hands while he propelled himself slowly in and
out of her mouth.  Then, once he established a rhythm, he would instruct
her to hold still and allow him to have his way with her.

   It was in this very demeaning position that Vanessa found herself
shortly after having been "busted" by her brother for fraternizing with
"that geek, Jerome Davis".

   "Look at me, Vanessa," Rick Adams ordered his unhappy younger sister as
he stared down upon her.  It was a lovely sight which met his gaze.  As the
pretty blond dutifully raised her sparkling brown eyes to his, Rick placed
a hand behind her neck and stroked her soft, shining hair.  Her pink lips
were tightly stretched around the shaft of his manhood which glistened with
her saliva.  Her nostrils flared each time the head of his penis touched
the back of her soft pallet, cutting off her airway.  "Admit it, Vanessa.
This is much better than playing around on the computer with a geek like
Jerome.  Isn't it?" Rick said with a wicked smile.

   Vanessa knew what he expected.  "Mmm...hmmm," she responded in a puffing
hum through her nose as she nodded her head slowly.  Her jaw was starting
to ache.  They'd been at it for almost an hour now.  Twice Rick had come
very close to spurting into her mouth.

   Vanessa had learned that just before he did that, her brother's penis
would swell noticeably.  Also, he'd start leaking some musky tasting fluid
before he unleashed the real stuff.  Vanessa hated it when Rick spurted in
her mouth.  It tasted terrible, but she was getting used to it.  After all,
it happened practically every day, now, sometimes more than once.

   She also hated it when Rick shoved his penis down her throat, but he
tended to do that all the time too these days.  The first time he'd done it
to her, Vanessa thought she was going to suffocate.  She'd gagged and
gagged, and even though she'd scratched his legs hard, Rick had kept her
face pressed up against his groin, her nose mashed into his pubic hair. 
His penis was so big, it had really hurt, and he'd kept it down her throat
for so long.  It didn't hurt her as much now, but Vanessa still hated it.
It made her feel dirty and used.

   "Hold my testicles like I taught you, please, Vanessa," Rick said to his
accommodating younger sister.  "That's good.  That's good," he complimented
her as she began to caress him carefully.

   So far, he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary to her, but Vanessa
had an unexplainable premonition that this particular engagement with Rick
was just getting started.  She'd been dreading this weekend for days now.
Ever since her parents told the two of them that they were leaving, Vanessa
knew that she'd have very little free time away from her brother during
their absence.

   "I just can't understand what you see in a guy like Jerome," Rick said
casually as he continued to use his young sister's mouth.

   She'd learned a lot since he'd started with her three years ago, and
although she protested from time to time, Rick could tell from the marked
improvement in her skills that Vanessa had a knack for oral sex.

   "I mean I can see why a healthy and active girl like you would want a
boyfriend," Rick commented.  "Watch those teeth, please," he cautioned his
pretty sister.  She nodded her understanding.  "But a guy like Jerome
Davis." Rick shook his head.  "I'm telling you, Vanessa.  You're just not
cut out for a dork like that.  By the way, I've seen Jerome in the shower
after gym class." He smiled down into his pretty sister's brown eyes.  He
had her attention.  "Jerome has a little dick.  I promise you."

   Even with her lips stretched tightly around his manhood, Rick recognized
the appalled look on Vanessa's face.  He had to wonder whether she was
disgusted with his graphic description of her "cyber-buddy's" shortcomings,
or if she was discouraged by the ramifications of his remark, disappointed
perhaps.

   "Anyway, Vanessa.  I wish you'd come to me an told me that you wanted a
boyfriend.  We could have avoided a lot of mistrust and hurtful feelings."

   Her brother's casual commentary incensed Vanessa, considering what he
was doing to her.  Between trying to concentrate on breathing when she got
the chance, and dealing with the storm of emotions that tore at her mind,
Vanessa missed what her brother was eluding to.

   "You're certainly old enough to have a boyfriend," Rick went on calmly.
"Lots of girls your age are sexually active.  I mean more than just oral
sex or hand jobs," he clarified for his sister's benefit.  "I've been
giving it some thought, Vanessa, and ever since I found out about you and
Jerome, I've come to the conclusion that it's time for you to have a
lover."

   "Gawwppp," his sweet sister squawked in protest from around his steadily
pistoning member.

   Rick quickly grabbed her head with both hands to keep her in place so
she couldn't start arguing with him like she was in the habit of doing from
time to time.  She started to struggle with him, but Rick easily
overpowered her.  Then he dropped the bomb.

   "What do you think, Randal?  Don't you think my sister is ready for a
man in her life?"

   "Absolutely, my friend," the young man who'd been silently observing
from Rick's closet replied cheerfully.

   Vanessa thought she would die from shock and shame.  She simply couldn't
believe this was happening.  "Had he been there the whole time?" she
wondered in utter dismay.  "Has he been watching all along?" Vanessa knew,
though, as her brother continued to service her mouth that Randal Carter
had heard every word, that her brother had spoken since he'd begun with her
over an hour ago.

   Then as if things weren't nightmarish enough, out of the corner of her
eye, Vanessa saw Miranda Carter, Randal's sister and her closest friend,
step from behind her brother.

   "What do you think, Miranda?" Vanessa heard Rick ask her pretty friend
as her head began to spin.

   It was then that Vanessa fainted.

   The pressure gradually intensified until, Vanessa's subconscious mind
could no longer deny its presence, and subsequently handed off the
increasingly unpleasant sensations to the more intricate frontal lobes of
her brain for processing.  Her mental flow chart looked something like
this:

   Sensation: [PAIN] ----> Anatomical Location: [LOWER ABDOMEN] ---->
Source:
[UNKNOWN] ----> Tolerance Level: [DECREASING] ----> Action Items: [ a.)

INCREASE MENTAL ACUITY LEVEL., b.) DETERMINE CAUSE OF DISCOMFORT., c.)
REDUCE LEVEL OF DISCOMFORT.]

   Vanessa's eyes fluttered open.  She was disoriented at first but quickly
discovered that she was lying on her back.  As her surroundings gradually
came into focus, the first person who Vanessa recognized was her friend,
Miranda Carter.  Puzzled, the pretty blond stared up at her young friend
who knelt beside her on what she recognized as her brother's bed. 
Struggling still with the muzzy remnants of her period of unconsciousness,
Vanessa was in the process of putting together the words to query her
friend as to what she was doing in her brother's bedroom, when a familiar
voice spoke up.

   "I'm glad you could join us, Vanessa," her brother, Rick said, stepping
into view behind Miranda.  Somewhere in the corner of her consciousness,
Vanessa puzzled at the rather affectionate manner in which Rick placed his
hands onto her friend's narrow shoulders.  "We wouldn't want Vanessa to
miss this very special occasion, would we, Miranda?" Rick cooed.  He
squeezed the little brunette's shoulders softly.  Vanessa watched her young
friend look up at her older brother and shake her head.  "No, of course
not," Rick chuckled.  He smiled at Miranda then he turned and smiled down
at his confused younger sister.  "This is an important day for you,
Vanessa, and Randal has promised to make it really special.  Right,
Randal?"

   "You bet, Rick.  You're never going to forget this morning, Vanessa.  I
promise," another voice said.  "We're going to get to know each other
really well, you and I, and Miranda and your big brother are going to be
right here to share the whole thing with us.  Why, Miranda's even offered
to join in later on.  Isn't it nice to have friends like that, Vanessa?"

   Shock can't begin to describe the sentiment that Vanessa felt at that
moment.  To this day she'd never know why she hadn't simply fainted away
again, but unfortunately or fortunately, as the case may be, the lovely
blond had remained conscious.  Vanessa slowly shifted her gaze downward
until she stared in wide eyed horror at the young man who knelt there,
cradling her slim calves in his hands.

   Even if she'd been completely cognizant of her situation and alert
enough to resist, it is very doubtful that Vanessa Adams could have done
anything to impede the events which transpired.  Events which would mark
the true beginnings of her new life.  Abruptly the source of Vanessa's
vague remembrances of an unfamiliar stretching and stinging discomfort
became abundantly clear to her as that same sharp pain began anew.  Vanessa
was certainly no prude at the tender age of twelve, and even though this
was her first time, she instantly recognized the significance of the fiery
hot presence which pressed against her most intimate flesh.  If the
realization that Randal Carter was just seconds away from becoming her
first lover wasn't enough of an affront to poor Vanessa's sensibilities,
when her pretty young friend, Miranda unexpectedly leaned down and kissed
her full on the mouth, it rocked the lovely blond to the very foundations
of her being.

   Perhaps it was the hours of touching and cunnilingus that she'd received
at the hands of her brother that helped to ease Vanessa into womanhood, but
whatever the reason, Vanessa's gates fell with relatively little
difficulty. Randal wasn't a particularly large young man, nor was he a
gifted lover, but this being her first time, the young blond was suitably
impressed by the experience.  In addition to countless indelible memories
of Randal's all encompassing presence within her, Vanessa would forever
recall the sensations and emotions associated with being kissed
passionately and repeatedly by her best friend, Miranda, while her older
brother began to make love to her.

   Trained by the best in the world, Miranda Carter, played a big part in
the defloration experience of her best friend.  At just twelve and half
years of age, the pretty child was adept well beyond her years.  Vanessa,
of course, didn't know it at the time, but she was being kissed by a
graduate of The Youth Training Center.  As a result of her six month stay
with that venerable organization, Miranda's very talented tongue danced
over the sensitive interior of her friend's mouth, treating Vanessa to
delights that the pretty blond would blush hotly about in retrospect.

   A lovely girl in her own right, Miranda Carter was once a rather
uncompromising young lady yet annoyingly flirtatious as well until Randal
Carter, desirous of his younger sister's cooperation and companionship,
made arrangements through a friend for Miranda to spend time as a Guest of
the Center.  There the pretty little brunette received a comprehensive
education having to do with her true purpose in life and the
responsibilities she bore as a member of the "fairer" sex.  Miranda's
enlightenment was so thorough in fact, that when she was reunited with her
older brother following her graduation, the youngster's willingness to
please along with the many exceptional talents she'd acquired, surprised
even Randal.

   A very pleasing relationship had quickly developed between the two
siblings.  Friends and family alike would remark how close Miranda and her
older brother had become.

   "Heartwarming," they said.

   "Mm...mm...  Moohh!" Vanessa moaned into her best friend's mouth as the
bed began to rock.  Randal was starting to get up a rhythm.

   "Hush now, Vanessa," Rick said from where he stood just behind Miranda.
"You be still and let Randal make love to you.  After all I've gone through
to arrange for you to have a boyfriend, I expect for you to behave yourself
and be nice."

   Vanessa moaned again, and this time it didn't sound as much like a
protest.  When Miranda's little head wasn't blocking her face, Rick was
treated to a surprising display of emotions expressed quite vividly in his
sister's eyes.  At first there was an unmistakable and chilling flicker of
animosity in her gaze, but that was to be expected.  Then as Randal's
romantic endeavors became more enthusiastic, Vanessa was forced to suspend
her disgruntlement with her older brother and redirect her immediate
attention toward the business at hand.  Her eyes slowly took on a more
liquid quality and her gaze became more distant, that is when her eyes were
open.  Vanessa's nostrils flared from time to time, indicating to Rick that
Randal was making quite an impression upon his kid sister.

   Watching Randal have his way with Vanessa proved to be more of a thrill
for Rick than he'd expected.  Her face, neck and shoulders were beginning
to take on a nice healthy blush of color as Rick allowed his eyes to stray
downward across her small body.  The tiny nipples with which her budding
breast cones were adorned had become erect, indicative of Vanessa's growing
ardor.  From time to time Rick could plainly see the outline of her ribs
when for one reason or another Vanessa inhaled a deep, gasping lung full of
air.  As Rick studied his pretty sister's interaction with her lover, he
deduced that her gasps tended to be concurrent with a pronounced flexing of
her abdominal muscles.  Further observation revealed that each time Randal
thrush his hips forward, Vanessa's tummy would first bulge outward then
flex hard.  Out of curiosity Rick leaned around Miranda and placed the palm
of his right hand onto his sister's warm little belly.  Her skin was
exceptionally smooth and the flesh beneath soft and resilient, however,
just below the surface of this outer layer of girlish softness powerful
forces were at work.  Rick could only imagine what Vanessa felt like on the
inside.

   Unable to contain his curiosity for long, Rick asked, "How is she,
Randal?"

   "Not too bad," Randal answered a little out of breath.  "She's pretty
athletic actually." He held Vanessa by her narrow hips, pulling her up onto
the tops of his thighs, angling the young girl for more efficient
penetration.  It was a technique he practiced often with Miranda.

   Glancing down between her slim thighs, Rick became enthralled as he
watched Randal Carter's heavily veined shaft pass steadily in and out of
his kid sister.  It's surface was already coated with a thin film of silky
fluid.

   This was the first defloration that Rick Adams would witness, and he was
frankly astonished at how little bleeding there was.  He was also
pleasantly surprised at the apparent lack of trauma involved with his kid
sister's unexpected transition into womanhood.  Admittedly, Miranda Carter
did a splendid job at muting the biggest majority of Vanessa's early cries
of protest by keeping her mouth firmly planted over that of his sister's,
but it wasn't too terribly long after Randal's initial foray into the
youngster that she seemed to resign herself to her responsibilities in the
pairing.  Surprisingly quickly, in fact.  Rick made another mental note,
one that he wouldn't forget.  Many were the times later in his career as a
TYTC Handler that Rick Adams would look back upon this very day and take
heart as he watched yet another young lady struggle to preserve that which
she'd been conditioned to believe was sacred, only to lose it in the end.
Because of his early experiences with his young sister and later with a few
of her little friends, the second half of the TYTC Mission Statement held a
very special meaning for Rick.

   "Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners or
apparatus, employing the proper techniques, for an adequate period of time,
any female, regardless of the circumstances of her involvement, will
eventually become an active and willing participant in the relationship."

   Watching Vanessa with Randal that day was without question an experience
that would shape young Rick Adams' life.

   "Yep, She's a pretty good little lay.  Aren't you Vanessa, baby?" Randal
said in an affectionate tone of voice.  Then abruptly he shot his hips
forward, driving himself deep into his young lover.  As her big brother
looked on, Vanessa arched her back high off the bed, instinctively angling
herself to better accept what Randal Carter had to offer.  Her somewhat
louder and decidedly more visceral groan was effectively muffled by Miranda
Carter's talented mouth.

   "Hey, don't hurt her," Rick cautioned his friend.

   "Hurt her?" Randal Carter replied in astonishment.  "Why I wouldn't
dream of hurting her." He smiled down at his sweet young lover, drinking in
the site of her nubile body, her slim waist and his big hands upon her
narrow hips.  "Vanessa's one of my special girls now," he murmured huskily
as he pulled her hips toward his groin.  Unseen, deep in the warm, dark,
previously unexplored reaches of the pretty blond twelve year old the head
of Randal's penis pressed firmly against her cervical os.  Again she
moaned.

   Almost instinctively Rick Adams looked to his sister's face for signs
that he might use to gauge her reaction to her lover's attentions.  In her
eyes Rick witnessed but did not recognize the "Inward Stare".  Round, wide
and staring, those deep brown pools, those windows to her soul, gazed
unseeing up into her brother's eyes.  What Rick Adams would learn later on
was that his sweet sister was becoming "Womb Centered".  Her gaze was
turning inward toward a significant yet previously unknown sensation of
fullness and completion.  Rick might not have known exactly what his kid
sister was feeling at that very moment, but somehow he knew in his soul
that her current condition was profoundly meaningful.  Of one thing Rick
was certain.  Vanessa would not forget this day.

   "Hey, I appreciate you letting me have her first," Randal Carter said
conversationally, interrupting Rick's daydreaming.  "She was no trouble at
all," he added looking down at root of his manhood protruding from between
heavy labia majora.  He rolled his hips slowly from side to side.

   Rick let his eyes travel back to his sister's pubic arch.  From his
vantage point all he could see was Randal Carter's dark pubic hair rubbing
to and fro against her.  While he watched, Vanessa's tummy heaved once...
twice.  Rick then heard several moist snapping sounds emanate from between
his sister's thighs.

   "That's my girl," Randal cooed softly.  "Fuck me, Vanessa.  Fuck me,
sweetheart." Randal grinned at Rick and added, "Your sister's got a real
talent, man.  She just needs a little guidance and practice, that's all."
Then returning his gaze to his sweet young lover, Randal said in a husky
voice, "We're gonna practice a lot.  Aren't we baby.  Oh yeah, Vanessa!"
Randal practically groaned when the little girl's internal anatomy answered
him with a healthy embrace.  "You like to make love, don't you, Vanessa. 
Don't you," Randal purred as he started to get up a rhythm once again. 
Turning to her brother, Randal said, "She's fucking me back, man.  Look at
her hips movin'," he added happily.

   Randal was right, of course.  Rick could plainly see his sister's hips
roll slowly in the older boy's hands in time to his cadence.

   "You ever make her cum?" Randal asked offhandedly as he gave Vanessa his
undivided attention.

   "No," Rick said in mild astonishment.  "I didn't know she..." but Randal
interrupted him.

   "You thought she was too young.  Right?" he said.

   "Yeah, I...  I mean she hasn't, you know, had her period yet," Rick
plead his defense.

   "A common misconception," Randal said without the slightest trace of
scorn.  He had a feeling about Rick Adams.  "Most people think the same
thing, that young ladies in their late pre-teen and early teenage years are
incapable of orgasm." Smiling at Rick, Randal Carter placed his palm onto
Vanessa's tummy and rubbed her affectionately.  "Not so, my friend.  Inside
your sister is all female.  She just needs a patient and gentle hand to
guide her."

   Randal paused his amorous thrusting momentarily and looked at his own
sister.  "Miranda learned all about how girls cum, didn't you Miranda?" he
asked her.  At first the little brunette didn't respond, but continued to
kiss Vanessa like she'd originally been told to do.  "Look at me, Miranda,"
Randal then ordered with that special timber to his voice.  Immediately
Miranda Carter raised her head and gazed obediently at her older brother.
Her expression was calm and neutral.  "I asked you a question, Miranda,"
Randal said with authority.  "Our friend Rick wants to know if you know how
to make a girl have an orgasm." He waited patiently for the uncomfortable
little brunette to answer.

   "Uh huh," she said softly after a minute and nodded her head.

   "That's very good, Miranda," Randal complimented his sister.  Then he
glanced down at Vanessa.  She looked disoriented, but otherwise OK.  She
was breathing deeply but slowly.  Four inches of his manhood remained
inside of her.  He looked back up at his pretty dark haired sister. 
"Miranda, I want you to ask Rick to make love to you," he said
unexpectedly.

   "Hey wait a min..." Rick started to protest.  Why he didn't know. 
Miranda Carter was a very appealing young girl.  Her brother had simply
caught him off guard.

   "Hey, man, it's OK, really," Randal said interrupting his friend.  "Tell
him, Miranda.  You want Rick to make love to you, don't you?" He stared
hard at his young sister.

   Rick's mouth actually fell open when slowly the lovely Miranda Carter
turned to him and with as sultry an expression as one could ever wish for,
she asked calmly, "Please make love to me, Rick."

   Rick was too astounded to respond for several moments as he stood gazing
into the pretty twelve year old's bright, clear eyes.  At last Randal broke
the silence again.

   "Go ahead, Rick," he coaxed.  "She's a lot of fun, I promise." Then to
his sister he said, "Help him, Miranda."

   Rick stood as if in a dream as the pretty brunette with practically no
hesitation unzipped his trousers, reached into his fly with one small hand
and with some difficulty tugged Rick out into the light of day.  Miranda
remained silent, but turned to her brother with a startled and worried look
on her sweet face as she stood holding Rick's sizeable equipment in both of
her hands.

   Randal smiled knowingly at his younger sister and said with a little
chuckle, "It looks like you and Rick are gonna get to be pretty good
friends, Miranda.  You take good care of him, now," he added.  Miranda
looked up at Rick as per her training and began to slowly stroke his
manhood with her small hands.  Her apprehension was unmistakable.

   After a minute or two, Randal said to Rick, "Take her from behind, why
don't you.  Just flip her skirt up.  I told her not to wear panties today."


   "Turn around, Miranda.  Hands on the bed on either side of Vanessa's
shoulders.  You know the drill," Randal ordered his sister.

   "Just ease on into her," Randal added casually.  "Miranda's always wet.
We have a little secret that keeps her that way, right Miranda?" The little
brunette blushed hotly at her brother's disclosure of some rather personal
information.

   While Rick stared in disbelief, Miranda released his semi-erect penis
and turned.  He'd grown to nearly nine inches of heavy male flesh.  He
stared down at the little brunette's narrow hips as she leaned forward onto
her hands on the edge of the bed.  Her dark hair was spread over her back
and shoulders like a cape, and some draped down onto Vanessa's face below
her.  He hoped he wouldn't hurt her, as he clutched himself with his right
hand and with his left he lifted the edge of her cotton skirt.  Beneath the
soft fabric Rick saw the backs of Miranda's legs.  They were surprisingly
shapely for a girl of her tender age.

   "Come on, man," Randal chided after a moment, breaking Rick's revery. 
"We don't want your sister to cool off too much," he said with his
customary lack of emotion.  "Once you get going with Miranda, I'll tell you
what we're gonna do."

   Rick released himself for a second and used both hands to fold Miranda
Carter's skirt up over her hips and onto her back.  She was indeed a lovely
child, and her figure seemed slightly more mature than Vanessa's.  Rick
could only see from the bottom of her rib cage down, but what he saw caused
him to swell quickly to full erection.  Miranda had a wasp thin waist. 
Later Rick would discover that he could wrap his big hands all the way
around her.  Her hips were marvelously flared and shapely and her little
behind was nothing short of breathtaking.  Miranda Carter could in fact
best be described as a mature young woman in every respect, only in
miniature.

   Even though Randal Carter was presently one with his own sister,
Vanessa, Rick felt a little funny about taking the youngster right there in
front of her brother.  He glanced up at Randal and as much as asked with
his eyes, "You sure?"

   "Go for it, man," Randal Carter said almost jovially.  Then to his
sister he ordered, "Spread your feet apart, Miranda.  Make it nice for
Rick."

   Rick grasped himself in his right hand and placed his left onto
Miranda's left hip to steady her.  The thought of foreplay never even
crossed his mind as he watched the bulbous head of his manhood disappear
between those two lovely globes of nubile gluteusmaximus.  "Her brother's
right," Rick thought to himself as he hunted briefly for her entrance. 
"She's a very wet young lady."

   [Miranda Carter was introduced to the drug Thelazine during her stay
with The Youth Training Center, and continues to receive a booster dose,
administered by her older brother, every six months.  To find out more
about the wonder drug, Thelazine, kindly refer to Chapter IV of the TYTC
saga.]

   Rick felt her begin to dilate as he pressed himself against her portal
gates.  When after a few seconds of effort she remained uncompromised, Rick
started to worry that the young girl was too small to accept him.  He felt
her start to tremble as she inhaled a deep, halting breath.

   Miranda Carter was extremely well trained.  She gazed dutifully into her
brother's appraising eyes as the behemoth continued its steady assault on
her body.  Quickly she repositioned her feet a little farther apart.  Then
drawing upon one of the wealth of techniques which she'd been taught,
Miranda lowered the small of her back, letting her tummy bulge out and
downward.  Stretching her spine, she rolled her shoulders forward.  Miranda
raised her head up high and still staring into her brother's eyes, she
performed a maneuver which in essence "unhinged" her pelvis.

   Miranda was good.  She judged her lover's height with perfection and
brought herself into perfect alignment.  Only the slightest shuddering
exhale of breath was heard from the little brunette as a surprised Rick
Adams popped through her gates and descended headlong into her depths in
one fluid plunge.  This represented Rick's first truly meaningful encounter
with an "under-age" young lady, and for the rest of his life he would
remember fondly the sweet charms of the lovely Miranda Carter.

   When Randal felt that Rick was suitably settled into his sister he
filled Miranda and her newest lover in on what he had in mind for Vanessa.
As he spoke he began to deliver slow, measured strokes to the little blond.
It was heart warming to see the exchange of emotions on the faces of the
two young girls as they looked into each others' eyes, while each accepted
the amorous attentions of the other's older brother.

   "Miranda, I want you to touch Vanessa, please," Randal said flatly.  The
pretty brunette's lower lip trembled noticeably as she gazed into her
brother's eyes, awaiting further instructions.

   Each time Rick Adams ventured into her, Miranda thought she could feel
him in the back of her throat.  He certainly had her undivided attention.

   Only one other man at "that place" had pervaded her so completely, and
unfortunately or fortunately as the case may be, that man had requested
Miranda's company on a regular basis.  Because of this early training,
Miranda was able to adjust herself to her latest rather sizeable lover.

   Rick's presence had stung like hell at first, then as one slow infusion
followed the next, Miranda began to demonstrate some of her youthful
resilience.  Also as that sense of resignation settled over her, she
started to relax a little and allow her lover to do with her as he pleased.
Soon the dull throbbing ache that accompanied his repeated forays became
mildly, and in the end, wildly enjoyable.

   Still holding Miranda's gaze with his dark eyes, Randal said, "Reach out
with your hand and touch Vanessa.  You know how," he added.  Then he nodded
downward.  Randal placed the blade of his right hand against Vanessa's
inner thigh and using his thumb, he began to rub her clitoral hood in slow
circles.  Below his hand his gleaming shaft continued its steady pistoning
motion.

   "Ahhh," Vanessa gasped when Randal first pressed his thumb to her "on
button".  The sensation it caused both thrilled and frightened her.

   "Be still, Vanessa," Rick cautioned his young sister.  "Look how quiet
Miranda is."

   The two girls exchanged a poignant little glance before returning their
attentions to more immediate concerns.

   "That's right, Vanessa," Randal murmured.  "I know it feels good, but
you and Miranda must both learn to be very quiet.  Nobody likes a noisy
girl," he chided.  "OK, Miranda, let's get to it.  I know you're having fun
with Rick, but that's no excuse."

   As if on cue, Rick took the sweet child by her narrow waist, the tips of
his fingers meeting under her soft belly.  Then as Miranda was reaching for
her friend's "special place" he nestled himself into her.  He felt her
shudder all over, inside and out, when he rocked his hips slowly from side
to side, filling every cubic inch of her.

   Miranda Carter was an immaculate young lady as many of the TYTC Staff
discovered during her stay with them.  Because of the hours of patient
training she received, Miranda possessed exceptional muscle control, and
for such a slight child, she was quite strong.

   As a Guest of The Center, Miranda spent several hours each day during
her free time doing Kegel exercises.  In addition, she and the other young
ladies spent many hours a week in the Gymnasium under the loving tutelage
of the Coach and his wondrous exercise equipment.  Miranda Carter had
become a star pupil almost over night when she lifted and held for one full
minute, using only her vaginal muscles, a five pound weight suspended from
a medium size artificial penis inserted into her.  The normally grumpy old
Coach had acted like a proud father.  It was almost comical to see.

   In any case, as a result of these training regimens Miranda Carter was
not only exquisitely cozy and tight, but she was also quite accommodating
as Rick soon found when to his surprise, the fronts of his thighs pressed
tightly against the firm globes of the young girl's buttocks.  Every inch
of him had somehow managed to find lodging within.  Rick then watched,
utterly enthralled as Miranda put her hand on Vanessa and started to rub
her.  After first slipping the tip of her middle finger between Vanessa's
ample outer lips, the talented little lady rolled the little protective
shroud of skin out of the way, exposing the tiny shining pink nubbin
beneath.

   "Look at Vanessa when you touch her, Miranda," he reminded the pretty
twelve year old.  "Don't forget your training." Randal monitored his
sister's progress carefully, while he kept up his slow, even cadence with
Vanessa.

   The Center had been good enough to send him some literature on the
subject of controlling a girl's climax.  Rick had read it cover to cover,
then he'd spent hours in bed with Miranda, practicing what he'd learned,
until he was able to keep his kid sister riding the knife edge of orgasm
for however long he desired.

   The skills that Randal developed with the help of his younger sister now
enabled him to make Vanessa Adams' first time an experience she would most
certainly remember for a long, long time.  He watched closely when after
rubbing Vanessa's clitoris in slow circles for a minute or two, Miranda
began to move her hand quickly from side to side, vibrating her finger tip
against the sensitive little bundle of specialized nerve endings.

   The results were impressive to say the least.  On the outside Vanessa
began to gyrate her narrow hips in all directions, and her breathing came
in hiccuping gasps.  On the inside, Randal carter was treated to an
extremely pleasant medley of muscular activity.  To his great joy and later
to the joy of others, Vanessa Adams proved to have a very athletic vagina.

   Even though it was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do,
Miranda obeyed her older brother and gazed down at Vanessa's face while she
touched her friend in a way that most young ladies their age would never
dream of doing.  Slowly a slightly darker rosy blush rose in her friend's
neck and face like mercury in a thermometer.  Miranda glanced up at her big
brother who winked at her.  Brother and sister coordinated their talents,
working with Vanessa for nearly thirty minutes, while from behind Rick
Adams kept Miranda centered, gently reminding the sweet child from time to
time that he too was a part of this effort.

   When at last Randal felt the youngster's internal musculature begin to
fibrillate around him, he deemed it time for Vanessa to have orgasm,
probably another first for her.

   For Vanessa it began as a vaguely familiar stirring deep in her lower
abdomen.  Her face felt extremely hot and she found it increasingly
difficult to catch her breath.  The odd sensation in her belly continued to
grow the more Miranda touched her "down there".  Although it was
tremendously embarrassing for Vanessa to have to submit to having her best
friend touch her that way, she had to admit, it felt pretty nice.  And as
predicted, once the initial shock of her surprise love affair passed,
Vanessa discovered that Randal Carter wasn't nearly so loathsome as she'd
imagined.  Mistaking his efforts at Climax Management for tenderness,
Vanessa thought him quite gentle, actually, and sooner than expected she
gave in to the inevitable and allowed herself to be handled at will.  Quite
rapidly, what began as a slight stirring became a smoldering glow.  Then as
Randal increased his pace, the pretty "almost thirteen year old" caught
fire.  The last thing Vanessa remembered as rational thought took flight
was looking up into her friend Miranda's eyes where her own distant gaze
was mirrored.

   Meanwhile Rick encouraged his own young companion, by increasing both
the rapidity and force of his thrust cycles.  Anticipating her lover's
wishes, the talented Miranda Carter made every effort to increase her own
level of arousal.

   In spite of her distasteful sentiments toward The Youth Training Center
in general, at times like this Miranda's thoughts were invariably drawn to
memories of the many months she'd spent there in the hands of its thorough
and professional staff.  For nearly six months, Miranda had enjoyed the
affections of at least two young men every day, and during those times when
she wasn't actually in the arms of a lover or lovers, she'd been kept
occupied in other ways designed to further her enlightenment and education.


   It's no surprise then that the many lasting impressions Miranda received
as a result of her time at TYTC filled her pretty head as Rick continued to
fill her other end with ever increasing enthusiasm.

   Vanessa peaked first with Randal close behind her.  Rick recalled the
rapt yet far away look on his kid sister's lovely face as she
simultaneously experienced her first orgasm and accepted her very first
insemination.  The entire spectacle was nothing short of breathtaking to
behold.

   To her credit, Vanessa Adams climaxed in relative silence, making her
big brother wonder if this really was her first time.  Looking back on
their past relationship, Rick remembered nher reaction when he introduced
her to cunnilingus.  At first Vanessa thought it was disgusting, but as
soon as her big brother pressed his tongue between her thighs, she changed
her mind.  Rick recalled how Vanessa had remained quite still while he went
about licking and nibbling at her inner petals and sipping at the well of
her girlish nectar.  She'd treated him differently afterward too.  She was
much nicer to him and more cooperative, almost grateful.  Something he'd
done had made a distinct impression upon her.  That much was certain.

   While Rick was watching Randal and Vanessa, his own ardor rose more
quickly than he'd anticipated.  Even as a young man Rick intuitively knew
that the man needed to remain in control during intercourse, but due in
part to his lack of experience and to the considerable talents of Miss
Miranda, Rick suddenly had no choice in the matter.  Still, he conducted
himself with admirable aplomb.  He said nothing at all to Miranda as he
held her tightly by her narrow waist and pulled her forcefully onto
himself. Seconds later Rick made his delivery.  Rick could actually feel
Miranda's flat tummy swell beneath his fingertips as he injected a
prodigious amount of his seed into her.  Again Miranda's training was
clearly evident.  As she accepted the offering of her best friend's older
brother, she remained absolutely silent.  Not a sound escaped her lips as
she leaned heavily against the edge of the bed staring down into the eyes
of her very best friend as the little blond beneath her experienced that
same unforgettable sensation of being filled with liquid fire.

   Rick Adams and Randal Carter were destined to become fast friends, and
they would spend a good deal of time together in the company of their
younger sisters, Vanessa and Miranda.  So impressed was Rick with Miranda
and her exceptional level of worldliness that he would go on to pursue a
career with the organization that had given her such a remarkable
education.

   Vanessa Adams would become a very popular young lady during her junior
high and high school years, surprising her friends and family alike.  Where
once she'd been rather reserved and aloof, the attractive blond started
dating quite actively.  She tended to associate with Randal Carter more
than she had in the past, but made it clear that she was not dating him
exclusively.  In fact, Vanessa routinely fraternized with two or three
eligible young men at the same time, particularly in high school.  Rumor
had it that there was a faculty member or two who were counted among
Vanessa's close friends as well, but nothing was ever substantiated.

   What began as an innocent game for Rick Adams would evolve into a
successful and satisfying career.  At The Youth Training Center, Rick's
natural instincts and talents would be allowed to grow and take a
meaningful shape as an integral part of that venerable institution's vital
mission.
   End...  S