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 The Orphan

   By Vidal Dais

   1

   At the moment I'm feeling pretty sad, lonely and disillusioned.  Welfare
has moved me, yet again, into another Home.  This is my fifth since I was
nine-years old; my seventh or eighth, since my fourth birthday.  I'm not
really sure how often really because it's all a bit of a blur these days
and hard for me to remember my past precisely - short as it is.  This place
is run by nuns.  Nobody smiles much and they seem pretty strict.  They've
given me a room on my own away from everybody else for the first month `to
give me time to reflect on past indiscretions and reacquaint myself with
God'.  I have to make my own bed, clean my room and go to chapel every
morning at 5 a.m.  Breakfast, as with all meals, is a solemn affair
conducted in total silence.  After that, there's not much to do at all
except read the bible.  I'm supposed to read the book all day, every day,
but I'm finding it pretty hard to do.  It don't understand a lot of it.  It
is so boring and doesn't interest me at all.  But I still have some fond
memories and, of course, my dreams.  I guess I should be thankful for that.
My name is Linda.  I was orphaned when my parents died in a plane crash.  I
was very young at the time and, without the aid of the few photographs I
possess, I can barely remember them or even what they looked like.  I lived
with my grandparents for a while but, due to their old age and failing
health, I was eventually taken into care.  I'm two months into my
thirteenth year now and I can't see things ever changing for the better. 
It seems nobody really wants you when you reach your teens and have what
they call "serious behavioural difficulties".  Life seems so unfair to me
at times.  At least I know why they moved me this time.  It was because of
what happened between me and Brian, um, I mean Mr.  Harrison, Robbie and
Jenny.  God, it was so embarrassing, the worst thing I've ever been
through. I know that what happened was probably my fault, but I honestly
didn't think I was doing anything wrong at the time, and I still can't
really understand what all the fuss was about.  What truly amazed me was
how many stern-looking `experts' suddenly popped out the woodwork and into
my life, interrogating, analysing, busily throwing about words I'd never
heard of like abuse, perversion, sexual deviation and paedophilia with a
gusto and frequency that eventually had my head in a right old spin.  Every
time I tried to explain something to them they just turned it all around
and put a real nasty slant on it.  God, they even put Mr.  Harrison in
prison.  That was awful.  By the time they finished with me I felt unloved,
dirty, cheap, and something more akin to a freak than a normal
twelve-year-old girl.  To be honest, it all got a bit beyond me, I'm
afraid, and in the end, when I found out the police had locked Brian, um,
Mr.  Harrison away, I refused to speak to any of them.  I just clammed
right up.  They even had big words for my silence saying I was suffering
from `deep guilt and psychological trauma' obviously brought on by the
`shocking mental and sexual abuse' I'd endured the last couple of years.  I
just withdrew into myself and left them to figure out for themselves
whatever it was they were trying to figure out.  My story begins, I
suppose, from when they sent me to the Harrison's.  I was eleven then.  The
family made me so welcome and I really liked them.  Brian and Marie were
like a real Mum and Dad and were so kind to me.  They had two children of
their own: Robbie and Jenny.  Robbie was fourteen and Jenny was a year
younger than me.  I got on okay with her, well, both of them really, but
Jenny more so because we were girls, looked very much alike, and had a lot
more in common with each other.  She was blond, blue-eyed, tall for her
age, and slightly over-weight (although, because of her height, not
noticeably so) and she enjoyed most of the same girly stuff I did.  She was
quite cute in her manner and didn't hesitate to let me share her bedroom.
She was, in fact, just like I'd always imagined a little sister would be.
Brian and Marie Harrison were wonderful.  They made me feel so welcome and,
despite my supposed difficulties, gave me loads of attention and treated me
no differently than they treated their own children.  For perhaps only the
second time in my short life I felt loved, safe and secure, and soon
settled in as though it were my very own home.  After a month or two, I was
so happy I didn't think I'd have to move ever again.  It was lovely.  Marie
was a nurse and worked a lot of shifts, often at night.  Brian was
something to do with computers and worked from home a lot.  He would take
care of Jenny and me seeing that we did our homework on time, didn't watch
too much TV, ate our meals, took our baths and went to bed at a reasonable
hour.  Though he could be strict with us at times, he was really nice.  I
liked him a lot.  Robbie, being older than us, did pretty much as he
wanted, or so it seemed, which made Jenny and I a bit jealous.  After all,
we were quite grown up and we couldn't see why all the rules and
restrictions should apply only to us two girls all the time.  Like I said,
Brian could be quite strict.  I didn't realise this fully until I'd been
living there for about four months.  One evening Jenny and I, momentarily
lost in a game we were playing upstairs in our bedroom, didn't hear him
shout to us that our bath was ready.  When he came up to check on us and
discovered us still playing, the bath water long since cold, he was, to put
it mildly, less than pleased.  He burst into our room looking really angry.
"What do you think you young ladies are playing at?" Jenny and I were so
shocked by his sudden intrusion that we both sat totally dumbfounded,
staring up at him as he stood over us with his hands on his hips.  He was a
tall, muscular, very handsome man, with striking blue eyes and short blond
hair.  Being angry somehow made him even better looking.  Seeing them side
by side, anyone could see where Jenny got her looks from.  "Well?" he
snapped.  "Sorry Daddy," Jenny said, her voice no more than a squeaky
whisper.  Feeling my face go red, I said the same.  At his insistence, I
had to call him Daddy, too.  It felt a bit strange at first, but I soon got
used to it and it seemed natural to me by this time.  "Sorry is not good
enough," Brian said, almost shouting.  Jenny and I both jumped.  "I called
you a half-hour ago.  The bath water is cold.  Both of you get undressed -
now!" Jenny immediately jumped to her feet and began undoing her play
dress, a simple, cotton button-up-the-front thing we would change into from
our school clothes.  With utter disbelief, I watched her remove the dress
in front of her Dad and stand in just her vest and pants.  "Take everything
off, Jenny," he said, and cast a scouring look in my direction.  "You too,
Linda, and be quick about it.  You obviously can't be trusted to bathe
yourselves.  As punishment for your disobedience, I will do it for you
tonight and make sure the job is done properly.  Maybe that will teach you
a much needed lesson you won't forget." "But Daddy," Jenny whimpered, "we
didn't hear you call us.  It's not our fault." "No arguments.  No talking.
Get your clothes off now!" Brian sat on the edge of Jenny's bed eyeing us
both.  Fingers trembling, I quickly unbuttoned my dress, nervously glancing
at Jenny as she slipped her vest over her head, took off her training bra,
slid her knickers down her long legs and then removed her socks.  Now
completely naked, staring down at the carpet, she shyly folded her hands
across her front.  I was surprised at how curvy her body was.  God, she was
only ten, but she had bigger titties, hips and bum than I did.  Though mine
were growing, I felt quite flat and skinny compared to her.  Blushing to
the top of my scalp, I followed suit and was soon standing beside her
completely naked.  "Come here, Jennifer," Brian ordered, the anger still
evident in his tone.  "Please...Daddy," Jennifer whined.  "Not in front of
Linda." Without another word, Brian took naked little Jennifer by her elbow
and pulled her to him.  He bent her over his knees and, holding her firmly
in position, loudly swatted her raised bum six times with the flat of his
hand.  Jennifer yelped like a puppy each time he spanked her, but she
didn't really cry.  I watched the spanking, standing wide-eyed, naked and
trembling, scared but, at the same time, strangely excited.  I licked my
dry lips as butterflies fluttered in my belly and my knees wobbled weakly.
I saw the way Jennifer wriggled her bum beneath her Dad's big hand and was
completely awe-struck, fascinated, frightened all at the same time.  God,
was Mr.  Harrison going to do the same to me?  Surely not: He wouldn't dare
- would he?  When he stopped spanking his daughter, he looked at me while
gently rubbing each of poor Jennifer's reddened bum cheeks, and said, "Come
here, Linda." Dread washed over me, a whooshing sound filled my ears and
speckles of flashing colour danced in front of my eyes.  My bottom lip
quivered as, drawn like a moth to a deadly flame, I tearfully and slowly
inched my way across the room.  Brian allowed Jennifer to rise, then took
me gently by the upper arm and made me bend across his knees.  Fear and
panic made me tremble all over.  I felt his warm hands touch me, one
sliding to my waist, pressing my belly tighter to him, the other skittishly
brushing over the taut flesh of my bottom.  He seemed to hold me like this
for quite a while before the first stinging blow made me jump and yell at
the same instant.  My legs flailed and I tried my utmost to wriggle free
from his grip, all to no avail.  The slaps continued to rain down, but I
refused to demean myself by allowing another yelp to pass my gaping lips.
Soon, my bum burned as if it had been roasted in a baking oven.  Brian
stopped as suddenly as he'd begun.  "I'm sorry to have to punish you like
that, Linda," Brian said, quietly, his hands caressing my tingling bottom.
"Jennifer and I made an agreement a long time ago that, if she misbehaved,
she would rather accept my punishments than have me report her and have her
mother deal with it.  She knows her mother's punishments would be much
worse and last a lot longer.  Up you get now; time for your bath." Brian
took us to the bathroom and made us stand side by side, waiting nervously,
sulking from our spanking, while he emptied the bath of cold water and
refilled it with hot.  "I should make you both have a cold bath," he said,
grumpily.  "If this happens again, I most certainly will.  So be warned. 
Ok, it's ready.  Get in." I could feel his eyes on us as we obeyed his
instructions and stepped into the water.  I'd never been naked in front of
a man or even another girl but, oddly, didn't feel too bothered about it.
Jenny, on the other hand, appeared mortified and was blushing from head to
toe.  She seemed very relieved once she'd sat down and the water covered
her privates.  Brian rolled up his shirt sleeves and knelt beside the bath.
He reached for the soap and began lathering his hands.  He looked from me
to Jenny and back again.  "Right, who's first?" "Daddy, please - " Jenny
said, meekly pleading, hopelessly trying to hide as much of her nakedness
as possible behind a green wash cloth.  "Can't you leave us to bathe
ourselves?  We'll do it properly and be quick.  Honestly." "Where would the
punishment be in that, Jenny?  You can be first.  Stand up and turn
around." I watched as Jenny stood and faced the tiled wall.  She looked
down and closed her eyes as Brian began to slowly soap her neck, shoulders
and back, his big hands darkly tanned against her pale skin.  When he
reached her bum, he told her, "Lean forward, Jenny.  Stick your bottom out
and open your legs wider." Jenny did as she was told.  Bending slightly,
she leaned against the tiles, her weight on her hands like a prisoner under
interrogation.  Brian gently soaped her protruding bottom still red from
the spanking, his face really close, his eyes following the movements of
his hands as they lingeringly massaged and lovingly cupped each full, firm
cheek.  I watched, too, my eyes transfixed, fascinated by the way Brian
caressed his daughter.  It was like watching something very private,
forbidden even.  A strange - but nice - tingling feeling started low down
in my belly, something I hadn't felt before.  Brian put one hand on her hip
holding her steady as the fingers of his other hand slowly followed down
Jenny's bum crease and probed intimately between the fleshy globes.  I saw
Jenny tremble as he gently slid his fingers back and forth going ever lower
and under, between her spread legs.  As he did this, he looked at me, saw
me watching his every move and smiled warmly.  I smiled back at him.  His
eyes held mine whilst he very deliberately, and ever so slowly, moved his
fingers right between his daughter's legs.  I knew where he was touching
her and I, somehow instinctively, knew it had nothing to do with getting
her clean.  A tremulous thrill rushed through my body.  The tingly feeling
in my tummy seemed to get stronger and spread to each of my little boobies
making my nipples stick out like hard little buttons.  I didn't have much
in the way of breasts, but I was proud of the fact my nipples were quite
long and pointed.  Brian was looking at them and his smile broadened.  He
seemed to know exactly what I was feeling.  Blood rushed hotly to my
cheeks. "Daddy..." Jenny mumbled, and I heard her draw in a sharp breath.
Her face had an odd expression, her mouth hung slack and her bottom and
legs trembled violently.  "Nearly done, darling," Brian said, his hidden
fingers still busy between Jenny's legs.  He smiled and winked at me.  I
returned his smile and felt the undeniable urge to squeeze my legs
together. The tingly feeling inside me was almost overwhelming.  In truth,
I wished he would hurry up and finish with Jenny so he could do the same to
me.  I couldn't wait for it to be my turn.  "Turn around and face me,
Jenny," Brian said, sitting back on his heels, his big soapy hands resting
on the side of the bath.  Jenny rather shakily turned around.  Her gaze was
fixed down at the water, her hands covering her privates.  "Don't be silly,
dearest.  Put your hands to your sides," Brian smiled up at her.  "There's
no need to be embarrassed.  I'm your Dad.  You've got nothing I haven't
seen or bathed before.  I know you've grown a bit, but you're much more
beautiful now so stop worrying." "Yes, Daddy," Jenny whispered.  Face
glowing crimson, she lowered her arms to her sides as instructed.  Brian's
face was only inches from her belly and the smooth, plump bulge of her girl
parts.  Mentally, I compared her sex to mine and I was quite pleased to
note we were very much alike down there.  More excited than ever, I watched
as Brian lathered his hands once more and began to apply the soap to
Jenny's front.  As before, he started at her shoulders, did her arms and
her sides, then began on her chest.  Jenny took deep breaths as his fingers
fondled her titties, massaging the small mounds for what seemed like a long
time and making her nipples spring out into sharp pink points as he tweaked
them between his thumbs and forefingers.  Slowly, slowly, slowly, his hands
moved over the swell of her visibly quivering belly.  He looked up at her
as he fingered the small indent of her navel and then slid his fingers
lower.  "Open your legs a bit wider," he said, quietly.  Jenny did so and
her bum gave a little jerk as her Dad's whole palm cupped over her bulge,
the long fingers disappearing in her fat cleft and between her thighs.  Her
knees almost buckled.  Brian smiled up at her, placed one hand on her
bottom, seemingly to steady her, whilst gently rubbing his other hand back
and forth.  "There's a good girl," he said.  "We'll soon have you nice and
clean." I squeezed my thighs together as I watched these intimate
proceedings.  My mouth was dry and I felt so hot and breathless.  It was
one of the most exciting things I'd had the opportunity to witness.  Brian
quickly did Jenny's legs and, at long last, stood up and handed her a giant
pink towel, saying, "Right.  You're all done.  Now get yourself dried off
then go and get into your pyjamas while I do Linda." As soon as Jenny left
the bathroom, Brian pushed the door closed and, smiling, said, "Right young
lady: Your turn.  I think you know what to do."
Indeed I did.  I stood up, my legs slightly wobbly, faced the tiled wall
and leaned against it.  I sensed Brian close behind me and shivered as a

feeling of intense tingling anticipation washed over me.  "Legs open a
little more and stick your bottom out as far as you can," Brian said. 
"That's right.  Good girl.  Now stand still while I get you nice and
clean." As soon as his hands touched my shoulders, my whole body shuddered.
"Oh, that feels nice," I said.  "You like that do you?" Brian said, slowly
moving his hands around my neck and shoulders.  "I somehow thought you
would.  Just relax and I'll get you nice and clean all over." There was a
moment of silence.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his soapy
hands sliding over my back and down my sides.  His touch was firm, yet
gentle.  My whole body seemed to ripple with waves of pleasure.  He slid
his hands around me, onto my belly, then up to my little titties.  He
traced circles around the bumps then pinched my hard nipples like he had
Jenny's.  I felt tingles shoot like electric shocks down between my legs. I
couldn't help letting out a breathless, "Ooh." "My, my - you do like that
don't you?  You're a sexy little thing, Linda," Brian said, and chuckled.
"and very beautiful." "No I'm not," I said, face burning.  "Not as
beautiful as Jenny.  I'm skinny compared to her." "You're both beautiful
and you're not skinny.  You're just right," Brian said, his voice low,
thick, his hands now on my bum, slowly massaging it.  He held each cheek
and I felt him spread them apart, his fingers touching me right on my very
private spot.  I knew he could see everything he was touching and it
thrilled me in a funny sort of way.  I was surprised, shocked even, as I
felt his finger slowly slip into my back passage, the soap making it go in
very easily.  He eased it in and out, going a bit deeper each time.  It
felt strange at first, a sort of burning sensation like I wanted to poop,
but at the same time, it felt so-o nice.  I shivered.  "You've got a
perfect little body, Linda.  You're going to be a right little cock magnet
when you get older.  You should be very proud.  Does that feel nice?  Do
you like my finger in...here?" "Mmm," I whispered, wondering what a `cock
magnet' was.  "It feels funny, but...  Oh y-yes...Yes, I like it." I
couldn't help pressing my outthrust bum against the intruding finger.  "I
have to get you clean inside and out don't I?" "Yes...Oh yes," I said, now
gently rocking my hips back and forth in time with his oh so gentle, very
deep fingering.  "Bend a little lower," Brian said, his finger sliding ever
deeper, in and out and back in again, feeling as though it was going right
up me.  My knees felt like rubber and the tingling in my belly seemed to
get stronger and stronger.  I swear I could feel his hot breath on my skin,
too.  "That's it.  Keep still now.  That's very good.  If you do as you're
told like this all the time I won't have to punish you ever again, Linda.
Are you going to be good for your Daddy all the time?" "Y-yes...Oh yes," I
whispered.  "Yes what?" "Y-yes, Daddy, I-I'll always be a g-good girl for
you.  I promise." His finger moved quicker in my bum-hole and I shivered
all over.  The strange sensations roared like fire through my entire body
and made my mouth so dry I could hardly speak.  I felt Brian's other hand
come around the front of me onto my quivering belly again.  It slid lower
and covered my bulging mound, his fingers resting right along my slit.  I
felt him press my cleft lips apart and touch a place that made me jump just
as Jenny had.  "Do you ever play with your little cunt, Linda?" "W-What's a
cunt, Daddy?" "This is your cunt, Linda...Right where I'm touching you now,
making you feel so nice." His palm pressed on my mound.  The finger moved
in slow circles around my tingly place and my breath caught in my throat.
It felt like I wanted to pee myself, but different, much more intense. 
"Have you ever played with your cunt like this?" "N-no," I managed to gasp.
"I-I never have." "This is your pleasure button," he said, his voice low
and soothing.  "Its proper name is clitoris or clit.  You have a nice large
one, quite long and perky, too; made to be played with.  You should try
playing with it sometime.  Do you like me playing with your clit like
this?" My whole body seemed to turn to liquid under the twin assaults of
his fingers.  The one in my bum slid in and out quicker and quicker and the
one on my clit felt as if it was dancing along every nerve in my body.  I
groaned and nodded furiously.  "Y-yes.  Oh yes!  It feels...it does feel
nice." "I knew you would like it," Brian gave a little chuckle then said
something I thought was a bit weird.  "I'd like to taste you.  Would you
mind if I did that?" "Ooh...O-ok," I gasped, not quite understanding what
he meant.  A moment later, I felt his long finger slowly withdraw from my
bottom leaving me with a strange empty sensation.  Almost without a pause
it was replaced with something very soft, wet and wriggling.  It took me a
while before I realised Brian was using his tongue to poke my bum-hole.  It
was very strange, ticklish and odd, but wonderful, too.  It sent shivers up
and down my spine and I could no longer stop myself from actually peeing.
Embarrassment flooded my senses along with the multitude of other
sensations storming through my body.  "Ooh...I'm so-o s-sorry.  I'm so
sorry." "It's all right my little darling.  Don't be shy.  Let it out.  Let
it all out." Brian whispered against my bum all the time holding his hand
right over my girl cleft.  I knew I was peeing over his hand and fingers,
but there was nothing I could do about it.  He gently rubbed me as I peed
and I felt like I was exploding.  My whole body went into spasms.  "That's
a good girl, cum for Daddy: Cum for Daddy!" I felt exhausted, drained, as
Brian's strong hands helped me sit shakily back down in the bath.  He
rinsed the soap from my still trembling body.  I smiled up at him.  He
smiled back at me then kissed me right on my mouth.  I was a bit startled
at first, but remembered how I'd seen adults kissing this way on TV.  I
felt his tongue push between my lips and touch mine.  Emboldened, I stuck
my tongue flutteringly against his and felt very grown up as he seemed to
mash his lips against mine.  I think I fell in love in that instant. 
Eventually, he stopped kissing me and smiled as he said, "There.  You had a
nice orgasm, a nice climax or cum, as it's more commonly known.  You don't
need to worry about peeing, ok?  That's perfectly natural and often adds to
your pleasure.  Good girl.  I think you're all done.  Hop out and dry
yourself then go to your room.  My mind in a spin and whole body feeling
wonderfully glowing, I did as Brian told me.

   2

   I couldn't sleep for thinking about what had happened in the bathroom;
so many strange and wonderful discoveries and all at once.  It was almost
too much to take in.  My mind was buzzing with exciting new words, feelings
and experiences, and I couldn't stop picturing what Brian had done to Jenny
and, more importantly, to me, with his hands and tongue.  I couldn't get
over it and, to be perfectly honest, I didn't want to.  I wanted more: Lots
more.  Across the darkness of our room, I could hear Jenny softly snoring
and wondered how she could possibly sleep.  I was so excited and wanted to
talk to her about her Dad and what he'd done to us, well, maybe not all of
it.  Brian said it was our secret and made me promise never to tell anyone
because, if they knew what had happened, he'd get into some serious
trouble. I couldn't understand that at all, but I promised anyway.  I kept
thinking about what Brian had said about touching my pleasure button, about
playing with my clit.  I still felt all sort of itchy and tingly down
there. Tentatively, I slipped my hand under the elastic of my pyjama
trousers, down my belly to my smooth tingly mound.  I parted my legs a bit
and, for the first time ever, gently explored my privates with one of my
fingers.  My cleft lips felt puffy, sort of swollen.  Lower down I felt all
slippery and wet and wondered if I'd peed myself again.  God, I hoped not.
What would Brian and Marie think if I peed in the bed?  How embarrassing
would that be?  It was like pee yet wasn't, and it was very slippery.  I
couldn't quite figure that out.  I withdrew my hand and smelled my finger,
but it didn't smell horrible.  It hardly had any smell at all.  I replaced
my hand down my front and found my pleasure button for sure this time.  My
whole cleft seemed to swell more as I tried to rub it as Brian had.  It
felt good, really good, but not as good as when Brian had done it.  I began
to feel the pleasure waves roll through my belly and my nipples got all
stiff and tingly as well.  It was actually a bit scary, but exciting at the
same time.  I did it for quite a while, but became a bit drowsy and tired
so stopped as sleep crept up on me.  Sometime during the night I had a
dream that seemed so real.  I felt all the wondrous sensations that Brian
had made me feel whilst bathing me.  I dreamed my pyjama trousers were
somehow gone; my top was up around my neck and what seemed like a dozen
hands were playing over my quivering flesh all at the same time.  Warm bare
skin pressed against the length of my body.  I felt my legs being pushed
wide and something soft and wet sliding over my cleft, from my pleasure
button right down to my bum-hole and back again.  I urgently raised my bum,
pushing my hot mound up to get more of the slippery thing because it felt
so delicious.  My nipples were being gently pinched and were tight and
tingling and sending magic sparks back and forth from my cleft to belly to
nipples and back again.  I moaned out my pleasure and a voice whispered in
my ear, "Shush little girl.  Be very quiet." I thought it was Brian's
voice, but it didn't sound quite the same.  I opened my eyes, but all was
in darkness around me.  I could see nothing.  A long finger slid along my
slit, parted my swollen lips and found my slippery clit.  It played
mercilessly, stirring and circling, tapping and rubbing.  It dipped lower
and I felt it press into my slit then a slight fullness.  It had gone in
me, but not in my bum this time.  This was new.  It didn't hurt.  It felt
good and soon got better as it slid gently in and out.  I moved my hips in
harmony with it.  Then another finger moved to my clit again and I almost
exploded like I had in the bath.  I bit my bottom lip to stop from crying
out.  "You're quim is so soft and wet.  You're gagging for it you little
cunt; you're gagging for some cock aren't you?  You'd love to get fucked
right now wouldn't you?" The voice in the darkness was husky and low and
saying so many weird things to me but, still half asleep, I was beyond
thinking coherently, too lost in a sensuous cloud of heated sensation, for
it to bother me that much.  The fingers suddenly left my sex and I almost
begged for them to return.  The voice whispered in my ear.  "Give me your
hand.  Hold my cock.  I'll teach you how to give me a wank." A hand held
mine, guiding.  Something hot, thick and hard, yet, sort of soft and
rubbery, filled my trembling palm.  The hand shaped my fingers around it,
held them there and began moving them in a certain way.  "That's a good
girl," the voice whispered in the darkness.  "Squeeze a bit tighter.  Rub
your palm over the top.  That's right, keep moving your hand like that. 
Play with my nice fat cock." I did as the voice told me, moving my hand
steadily back and forth, unsure now whether I was still dreaming.  My wrist
ached a bit.  Was it actually happening?  Was there someone in my bed?  Sly
fingers again slipped over my mound and along my cleft and I no longer
cared.  Dream or reality, it felt so good, so wonderful.  My whole body
thrummed with sensation.  "Keep rubbing my cock like that.  Perfect," the
voice whispered.  "Let me suck on your lovely little titties." A soft
wetness encircled my left nipple, teeth nibbled, a tongue fluttered and
flicked, and I felt a wonderful sucking sensation that went straight to my
pleasure button.  That plus what the fingers were already doing sent a
burst of electric tingles all over me.  The voice whispered hotly in my
ear. "I want to fuck you little girl.  I must fuck you.  Do you want my
cock to fuck you?" "Ye-es, ok," I gasped, hardly able to breathe.  I didn't
know what fuck or cock meant, but whatever it was, if it made me feel
better feelings than I was all ready experiencing, I wanted it.  My hand
was removed from the thick, rubbery thing it was holding.  The bed rocked
as weight shifted and a silhouette moved over me, pressed lightly down on
me.  I felt nervous, expectant; a bit scared, but was excited, too.  I felt
hands behind my knees and my legs being lifted and pushed wider apart.  A
hot thickness, bigger than a finger, rubbed slowly up and down my moist
cleft.  It pressed harder against me and I felt my swollen lips stretching,
spreading open.  Another second, a sharp tearing pain and, suddenly, I felt
the hot thickness going into me, filling me with an uncomfortable fullness
I'd never before known.  "Ow!" I muttered.  "Ooh!" "Be quiet," the voice
whispered, breathlessly.  Then: "Oh God...Oh God, yes...Oh yes!  Yes!" I
listened to the heavy breathing and felt the thick pole of hot flesh pull
out then slide back up me, going deeper and deeper, filling my insides. 
The whole bed shook.  I knew instinctively it was the cock going in me. 
The cock slid nearly out, then went in again deeper than ever.  "Agh...!" I
muttered, trying to be as quiet as possible.  I couldn't help gasping for
deeper breaths.  It hurt a little bit, but not enough to interfere with my
pleasure too much.  "Oh yes - you are so wet and deliciously tight.  Can
you feel it?  Can you feel my cock fucking your wet little cunt?" "Y-Yes,"
I whispered into the darkness, feeling the cock withdrawing, then sliding
back into me faster and faster.  I bit my bottom lip.  The uncomfortable
feeling soon went away and was gradually replaced with swells of rippling
pleasure each time the cock slid up me.  I wanted to press my belly up into
the one pressing down on me, but the way the hands were holding my legs I
couldn't move.  As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I closed my eyes
and concentrated on the plundering, stretching thrusts of my first ever
cock; my first ever fuck.  The owner of the cock groaned softly.  "Ooh
yes...Oh God!  You're cunt is so hot and tight; feels like silk, like hot
oily velvet.  Have you done this before?" "N-no," I whispered.  "Never. 
I-I'm only eleven." "Yeah, I know you're eleven.  That doesn't mean
anything.  I fucked Jenny when she was nine." "Jenny-?" "Shush!  Keep
quiet. Agh, God.  I'm going to cum...Ah, Ooh, ye-es!  Take it!  Oh, take my
cream!" The belly pressing down on mine shuddered.  The cock went right up
me, stayed there and seemed to twitch and pulse deep in my belly.  "You're
heavy," I groaned.  After a minute, the cock pulled out of me and the
weight eased away.  The hands holding my legs let them drop.  I lay still
in the darkness, trembling with the welter of sensations and discoveries
that had bombarded me these last few hours.  The mention of Jenny had
really surprised me.  "Did you really do it... eh, fuck Jenny?" I
whispered, timidly.  "Oh yes.  She didn't like it at first, but after a few
times, she quickly got the hang of it.  Now I've got two sisters to fuck.
The way you flashed your long legs off in those short skirts and gave me
all those secret peeps at your little knickers every time you bent over or
sat down, I knew you'd like it straight away and I was right wasn't I?  You
love it." So my steppy-brother Robbie was my plunderer.  I felt myself
blushing in the darkness.  "I didn't know you were looking at my knickers,"
I said, defensively.  "Yeah, right," Robbie chuckled.  "They all say that."


   3

   "I don't believe you've done it to Jenny," I whispered into the
darkness, gradually getting my breath back.  "You want me to prove it?"
"Ok," I said.  "Right, cover yourself up and pretend to be asleep." I felt
the bed shake as Robbie got off it.  A moment later, the lamp by Jenny's
bed flicked on bathing the room in a soft pink glow.  Robbie turned to me.
I saw him naked for the first time.  His cock looked really big, was hard
again and sticking out from his belly.  I saw he had a bush of black hair
around the base of it and a strange round sack dangling beneath.  I
couldn't take my eyes off of it.  That long, thick pole had just been up
me, been inside me!  He saw me staring, smiled and started to rub his cock
slowly.  He put a finger to his lips signalling me to keep quiet then he
turned towards a softly snoring Jenny.  I watched, fascinated, as he slid
the bedcovers off of her.  Very gently, he eased her onto her back and,
without waking her, tucked his fingers into the waistband of her pyjama
trousers and quickly tugged them down and off her slack limbs.  He turned
his head to me to make sure I was still watching then got straight back to
business.  Robbie placed Jenny's rounded bottom right on the edge of the
bed and spread her thighs wide giving me a perfect view of her sex.  Jenny
mumbled in her sleep.  I felt the now familiar tingle stirring in the pit
of my stomach and my nipples hardened as I watched him kneel between her
legs.  He dipped his head low and, hands on her hips, sensuously licked his
tongue slowly up the length of her plump cleft making soft slurping sounds
as he did so.  Robbie obviously enjoyed his task.  He patiently did this
for a long time before Jenny quietly moaned and her belly and thighs began
to twitch.  Her cleft lips were fat and glistened wetly in the soft light.
Eventually, her bottom and belly slowly began to undulate under the artful
ministrations of that mischievous flicking tongue and I knew Robbie had now
infected her dreams with a host of sensual delights just as he had mine.  I
couldn't resist letting my hand slip down to the wet place between my legs.
Whilst awaiting Robbie's next move, I sought out my pleasure button and
began to very lightly diddle myself.  The nub of my oily clit was so
excited it stood up to my fingertips like a vigorous little cock.  I pushed
the duvet into my mouth and let out a muted groan of intense pleasure.  If
Robbie heard me, he showed no sign, but rose up between Jenny's spread
thighs.  He took her behind the knees and raised her legs just he had mine,
bending them back into her chest making her sex and bottom bulge forwards
totally open and defenceless to his attack.  He stooped slightly, lining
his stiff cock up with its intended target.  As I watched, my fingers
danced over my swollen clit and tingles of delight sizzled to my nipples
and back to my clit.  Robbie held the bulbous head of his cock against the
bulging curve of Jenny's sex, spreading her fat, moist cunny-lips apart as
he teasingly worked it up and down the pink cleft, bum-hole to clit and
back again.  Over and over he did it, obviously savouring the tender
softness of her flesh slipping around his cock head.  After a while, I saw
his naked buttocks flex and he thrust his loins forward.  Jenny's sex
spread wide and seemed to thickly mouth Robbie's cock as he slid the full
length into her tight cunt.  He groaned.  "Robbie-?" Jenny muttered,
confused, half asleep still, but it was way too late for any protestations.
Robbie's cock was in - right in - and his dangling balls nestled against
the furrow of her bum-hole.  "Shush little sis," Robbie whispered, quickly
fucking in and out of her wetly slurping, mouthing cunt.  I watched every
thrust, the mechanics of this lustful act holding me in a tight,
unbreakable grip of curious, excited fascination.  "Ooh!" she squealed, her
head rolling from side to side, her whole delicious body rippling and
writhing with each pummelling of Robbie's hard, prodding cock.  "Ooh-ooh!"
she squealed again.  And I did, too, as my fingertips bounced on my clit
and the pleasure sparks burst in my belly.  After a minute or two, Robbie
withdrew from Jenny's wet, gaping sex.  He turned and, grinning from ear to
ear, stalked across the room to me.  He whipped the bedclothes off, grabbed
my hand and pulled me up and off the bed.  The next thing I knew, I was
laying beside Jenny, my legs raised and taking a cock deep up my cunt for
only the second time in my young life.  I gasped and rolled my head to the
side.  Jenny was staring into my eyes as Robbie continued to shag my little
cunt from joy to bliss and back again.  Then it was Jenny's turn.  Then
mine again.  Eventually, he kneeled across Jenny's heaving chest, his
throbbing cock sticking out, resting on her quivering chin.  "Come on.  Be
a good girl now.  You know what to do," he whispered hoarsely.  Jenny
raised her head, opened her mouth and slid her lips down half the length of
that fat cock.  Robbie groaned, held onto the back of her head and groaned
again as he slowly fucked Jenny's mouth.  "That's it," he said.  "Oh God,
that's it.  Use your tongue... Ye-es...Yes, like that.  I'm cuming.  I'm
cuming sis.  Swallow my cream... swallow it all!" I was totally engrossed
as Jenny sucked and gulped on Robbie's cock.  I'd never seen anything so
exciting in my life.  It was even more exciting than watching what Brian
had done to her in the bathroom.  I think I came then without even touching
my clit.

   4

   That night was the beginning of my willing descent into a world of
passionate sex and lust I never knew even existed before.  Once Robbie had
somewhat brutally captured the delights of my hungry, virgin cunny, he
couldn't leave it alone.  Over the next few days, he would grab any
opportunity to fuck me, sometimes quickly, without even bothering to
undress me properly.  He'd just pull my skirt up or my jeans down, slip my
panties off, or out of the way, and stick it to me hard and fast.  At other
times, especially if Brian and Marie weren't around, it would be long,
slow, passionate shagging, both of us panting, hot and naked.  He taught me
different positions; how to give him a wank, even how to suck him off, and
once, he made me lick Jenny's fat little quim and her mine.  My clit and
cunny seemed to be forever swollen, damp and tingly.  It was great fun and
I enjoyed it immensely.  Sometimes, Robbie and I would gang up on Jenny and
make her do things to both of us.  She was quite submissive and
uncomplaining and would let us do practically anything we wanted with her.
One day, Robbie wanted to put his cock up her bum.  He made me get a pot of
cold cream from Marie's bedroom and I had to smear it on his hard cock and
stick some all around Jenny's pink little wrinkled bum-hole.  I didn't
believe he could ever get it in such a small target.  "You just watch," he
said, and made Jenny bend over the arm of the sofa, with her bum up nice
and high.  I held her down and leaned over her back so I was very close to
the action.  I was excited and didn't want to miss a thing.  "Don't Robbie.
I don't want you to do it in there," Jenny whined, her voice partly muffled
by the cushions.  "Relax now, Jenny.  Don't be silly.  Just let it in,"
Robbie said, holding her raised hips firmly, slowly pressing his hard cock
against her wrinkled hole.  Fascinated, I watched as the tight hole
slackened and the fat, round plum of his cock head slipped inside.  "Ow!"
Jenny protested.  "Take it out, Robbie.  It hurts." "Shut up and hold still
a minute.  You'll love it." A moment later and Robbie had his cock right
in. He slowly fucked in and out in long, deep thrusts between Jenny's
wobbling bum cheeks.  "Ooh," he gasped, "that feels sweet; really tight and
slick.  See Linda; told you it would go in." I nodded enthusiastically. 
"What does it feel like, Jenny?" "Ow!  Do it slower, Robbie.  It's making
me want to pooh." "Is it hurting?  Tell me," I demanded.  "N-No," Jenny
panted.  "It just feels kind of funny." "Oh God...Feels fucking great to
me," Robbie said, pumping the full length of his cream-coated cock
relentlessly in and out of my steppy-sister's tight little bum-hole.  "Do
you like it, Jenny?" Jenny groaned into the cushions, then meekly admitted,
"It's o-ok." A moment later, Robbie gritted his teeth and his whole body
tensed.  His hands gripped Jenny's hips and I knew he was coming inside
her, his cock pumping out its usual copious flood of thick, creamy spunk
(another word he taught me) deep in her quivering bum-hole.  "Agh... Ooh,
yes!" "Will you do it to me later, Robbie?" I asked.  "Mmm...Yes, of course
I will," he said, pulling his juice-covered, now wilting, cock from Jenny's
tight sheath.  "I need a rest right now though." After watching Jenny
getting arse-fucked, I was feeling really randy so I made her lick my clit.
She's getting really good at it and brought me off in seconds.  I loved it.
Robbie watched us doing it, grinning the whole time.  Once, we almost got
caught.  Robbie was giving me a `quickie' (as he called it) in the kitchen.
I was bent over the kitchen table, my school skirt up over my head, my
knickers on the floor somewhere.  Robbie was giving it to me hard, pumping
like a demented little rabbit, almost on the verge of coming, when we heard
the car pull into the drive.  Marie had finished her shift early.  We only
just managed to get to our respective rooms before she came through the
front door.  In my haste, I realised I'd left my knickers downstairs.  God,
I panicked.  I went back down and, trying to appear as nonchalant as ever,
said hi to Marie.  She was in the kitchen putting the shopping away. 
Somehow she hadn't seen my screwed up knickers under the table.  I managed
to distract her with my banal chatter long enough to recover them and
return to my room.  That was such a close call.  I lay on my bed for a good
ten minutes quaking with fear and anxiety.  A few minutes later, Robbie
caught me in the bathroom and made me finish him off with my mouth.  I was
nervous still, but Robbie was so pent up and excited, it didn't take very
long before he was moaning low in his chest and I was swallowing a mouthful
of his tangy sperm.

   5

   About a week later, with Robbie at a friend's house and Marie on a late
shift, Brian again decided he would bathe Jenny and I.  He came to our room
this particular evening and without any preamble told us both to undress.
Jenny was reluctant and made her usual lengthy but feeble protests.  I, on
the other hand, became instantly excited.  What he'd done to me the last
bath time still featured heavily in my dreams and fantasies as I lay abed
at night playing with my ever erect little pleasure button.  I immediately
disrobed and stood proudly naked under his avid gaze neither hiding, nor
attempting to hide, any part of me.  "You see, Jenny," Brian said, smiling
warmly, "Linda knows how to obey Daddy, how to do as she's told without
argument.  You must learn to do the same.  If you have to learn the hard
way, then so be it." The bath was full and the bathroom hot and steamy. 
Brian shut the door then taking Jenny by the arm, sat down on the
towel-covered stool, and with measured slowness, drew her over his lap. 
Her head hung low, hands on the floor, and her bum stuck proudly up, pale
white and delightfully rounded, perfectly presented for whatever it was he
intended to do.  He held her around her waist with one hand and with the
other gently started to fondle the twin globes of firm young flesh.  As I
watched in wide-eyed awe, the familiar tingly sensations started in the pit
of my trembling belly.  Brian saw me watching and smiled as his fingers
slowly traced the inviting crease of Jenny's vulnerable bottom.  Slowly, he
eased her outer leg wider and slipped his fingers lower and lower.  Jenny
flinched, but remained placidly silent.  His wrist and hand barely moved,
but I knew his fingers were very busy stirring those same exquisite,
electric sensations they had stirred in me.  I envied Jenny and couldn't
wait for my turn.  "For arguing with Daddy," Brian said, "and not doing as
you were told right away, I'm going to punish you my little darling.  Sit
on the edge of the bath, Linda, and take note." I did as Brian told me and,
from this new position, could clearly see his fingers slowly stroking the
length of Jenny's plump-lipped, pink slit.  I felt sweat beading my
forehead and upper lip, damp trickling under my arms and down my lean
flanks.  My hair was lank and matted around my neck and shoulders.  My long
nipples were taut and sharp with need.  The heat and steam made me feel
slightly faint and hotly randy all at the same time.  I really hoped Brian
was going to fuck me tonight.  I wanted it: Badly.  Without thinking,
without being asked, I knew what I was supposed to do.  I spread my thighs
wide giving Brian an unobstructed view of my own tingling girl sex.  He
nodded and smiled at me.  "Good girl, Linda.  I wish all little girls were
as obedient as you.  Because they are not, sadly, Daddy is forced to teach
his lessons in a somewhat harsher manner." With this, Brian drew his
teasing fingers from between Jenny's twitching thighs and snapped the flat
of his hand down onto her right buttock.  I flinched with the suddenness of
it.  Jenny yelled.  Brian followed through with a half dozen loud smacks of
each quivering, bouncing buttock.  "Oh...Daddy!" Jenny yelled.  "Daddy! 
Please, no!  No more...Please." But Jenny got another half dozen and ended
up sobbing loudly.  I watched intently, my cunny swollen, juicy, and
tingling madly.  Brian stopped the spanking and once more gently caressed
the now wriggling, reddened cheeks of glowing girl flesh, his own
daughter's flesh.  "There, there.  I'm sorry little one, but you must learn
to do what Daddy tells you to do; do it promptly and without fuss.  If you
behave as your new sister, Linda, behaves, none of this would be necessary.
That way, everybody is happy and nobody gets punished.  Look at her.  Look
at Linda." Bottom lip trembling, Jenny turned tearful eyes towards me.  Our
gazes locked and held.  Emboldened by Brian's praise I confidently sat up,
straightened my back, thrust my nipples and belly forwards and spread my
thighs a little wider.  I smiled at her and then at Brian.  He sat looking
back at me, blatantly and unashamedly displaying an enormous bulge in his
pants.  He slid his arms around Jenny, pulled her back between his spread
legs.  One of his hands stroked her belly then slid lower to cup the smooth
bulge of her sex.  Gently he caressed her until her shaking thighs
willingly bowed open allowing him better access to her slit.  She closed
her eyes and sighed.  I intuitively sensed a shift in the balance of our
circumstances.  From now on things were going to get more interesting and
definitely a lot more exciting.  "Good.  I think we understand each other a
lot better.  Hop in the bath now girls.  Let's get you nice and clean."

   6

   The bathing followed much the same routine as on the previous occasion.
Jenny was seen to first and what a seeing to it was.  I watched enviously
as Brian lathered, fingered and licked every inch of her quivering,
blushing, curvy little figure to a shuddering, squealing orgasm.  When she
was done, he dried her, kissed her tenderly and sent her to the bedroom to
get into her pyjamas.  He closed the bathroom door after her, turned to me,
smiled, and immediately began removing his own clothes.  When he removed
his underwear, I saw his cock for the very first time.  I couldn't believe
the size of it.  He was sporting a rigid, vein-ribbed hard-on and it was at
least twice the size of Robbie's.  I openly stared at the monster in utter
amazement, my heart pounding in my chest while my belly churned with
nervous electric arousal.  "Right, my little cock magnet.  Get on your
knees." The water sloshed around me as I obeyed Brian.  I placed my hands
on the edge of the bath.  He stood right in front of me, his huge,
tumescent cock only inches from my face.  He looked down at me, smiled
again, leaned closer and pressed the bulbous spongy head of his organ
lightly against my lips.  "Open." I parted my lips and he pushed the whole
head into my mouth.  "Suck on it - gently darling.  Mind your teeth." I did
it like Robbie had showed me and slurped my wet tongue around the plum-like
head, paying special attention to the underside.  My mind reeled as I
tasted the familiar salty tang.  It was the taste of Robbie, the taste, I
supposed, of all men.  Brian noisily sucked in his breath.  "Oh my God," he
said, his voice taut, strained.  "You're a natural.  Keep doing it like
that.  Suck a little harder; just a little.  Good...oh, that is so good. 
Look up at me." I raised my eyes and felt him ease more of the hot,
tumescent shaft into my stretching mouth.  My jaws ached, but I worshipped
this new, forbidden beast and sucked on it lovingly as though it were my
favourite lollypop.  I wanted to give Brian as much pleasure as I could
because I knew that whatever I gave, he would give me back twofold when the
time came.  He was breathing heavily and out of the corner of my eye I
noticed a muscle in his thick thigh tremble violently.  He began to saw his
shaft gently back and forth, going a little deeper into my mouth each time
until I thought I was going to gag.  I didn't, though.  I adapted quickly,
was determined to take it as deep as he wanted.  Virtually panting through
my nose, I put my heart and soul into the illicit act, used every one of
the techniques Robbie had taught me.  "Ooh," Brian groaned.  He placed his
big hands on the sides of my head and lightly caressed my ears while slowly
fucking in and out of my willing mouth.  "Little angel, you're adorable. 
You're exquisite, you know that?  That feels perfect.  You love sucking my
cock don't you?  You were born to suck my cock.  When I cum you will
swallow it all, understand.  Don't stop till I tell you." And cum he did. I
felt him tense and grip the sides of my head tighter.  Brian gasped loudly
as his cock jerked and spasmed and fierce spurts of thick, salty seed
splashed against my tonsils and slid quickly down my working throat.  I
sucked and swallowed smoothly, keeping my tongue in constant, dancing
flicks over the swelling head and pulsing eye until there was no more left
to drink from this magic fountain and Brian haltingly whispered, "Stop now,
my little darling.  That was delicious.  Thank you so much." He held his
cock in my gaping mouth a while longer then slowly withdrew the softening,
thick- veined monster.  My knees and jaw ached, but I didn't care.  I was
totally elated with Brian's wondrous words of praise.  He then bent and
passionately kissed me, forcing his tongue between my wet lips.  The kiss
was thorough, deep, and made my heart lurch.  I'd never been kissed like it
ever, not even by Robbie.  Brian eventually broke the spell.  "Give me your
tongue.  Stick it out." I did and Brian sucked it into his mouth as if it
was a little cock, nibbling, moving his lips over mine as he did so.  I
felt his hands sliding down my naked back and moving over my bum.  He
slipped eager fingers into the moist crease and followed it under me.  I
moved my knees further apart and shivered as he touched the opening to my
back passage and then along my tingling split.  I liked it so-o much.  He
nudged my pleasure button with just the tip of a finger and I almost jumped
out the bath.  Brian gave a little chuckle.  "You're so excited aren't you
my pet?  You're little cunt is very juicy." I nodded, too hot and
breathless to actually say anything.  "I know, darling.  Don't worry. 
Daddy won't hurt you.  He'll make you feel really good, really nice. 
You'll enjoy it." This is what I had been waiting for since I'd watched
Jenny bounce, quiver and squeal in spasmodic pleasure long minutes ago. 
Trembling, I thought: Now it was my turn.  Now he is going to do me.

   7

   "Stand up," Brian said.  "Turn around and bend over.  I want you to pose
for me; show me all your delicious charms.  Make it as sexy as you can. 
Don't be shy.  I know you can do it." My knees were like jelly as I stood
up.  The bath water was only warm now, but that didn't do anything to
decrease the heat in my body in any way.  Heart pumping, I smiled at Brian,
turned and bent as low as I could, sticking my bum right out the way he
liked.  "Oh, yes.  That's nice," Brian said, huskily, smoothing his hands
over my outthrust buttocks.  "You've got a lovely, tight little arse.  Open
your legs wider, as wide as you can." I did as he told me, almost toppling
over, feeling myself opening up, knowing he could see every bit of my most
private parts.  I thought of what he'd done to me last time, the way he'd
used his tongue.  Butterflies danced madly in my belly and around my
nipples.  "That's right.  Good girl," Brian whispered, his hand cupping my
sex through my legs, one of his fingers tracing the length of my open slit.
"Ooh, you're so beautiful, so gorgeous.  Your little cunt is perfect, so
plump and smooth." As he said this, I felt his quick breathing near my bum
and his finger going up me, just a bit, teasing, making me wriggle my bum
and push back on it.  "That's it," he said.  "Show me you want it; show me
how much you want my finger in there." I boldly pushed back some more and
made a moaning noise as his finger slipped deeper inside me.  It felt
easily as big as Robbie's cock and made my tummy quiver and my knees wobbly
again.  "Ooh, ye-es, that's it," Brian said, his free hand slipping around
onto my little titties.  He gently tugged one of my long nipples, squeezing
and nipping at it with thumb and forefinger, sending rivers of liquid
sparks straight to my pleasure button.  The finger in my cunny slowly
withdrew to my outer lips then slid back up me, deeper still.  I gasped. 
"You're Daddy's favourite little girl," Brian said, his voice low, his
breathing ragged.  I felt another finger touch my bum-hole, circle it
teasingly, then gently push in.  "Do you like being Daddy's favourite
little girl, Linda?" "Ye-es," I mumbled, almost completely incoherent. 
"Yes what?" "Oh...Ooh yes, Daddy," I drooled.  The fingers were fucking
slowly in and out of both my holes now, going right in, filling me,
stirring all my senses to chaotic distraction.  I could feel my juices
slurping around the double intrusion and each of my nipples were being
deliciously tormented.  I was very close to a cum: Very close.  "Are you
feeling good?" "Ooh - ye-es!  Yes!" I gasped, my legs wobbling, my whole
body quivering.  I pushed my bum harder into the probing fingers.  "Cum for
Daddy; show me how much you like being finger-fucked.  Come on, let it all
go." "I-I want to...to pee," I squealed.  "Go on then, let it all go.  Cum
for Daddy: Pee for Daddy.  Do whatever makes you feel best." "Ye-es, oh
yes! I'm cumming now!  I'm cumming!" Brian held my heaving body, supported
me, tweaking my nipples as he pumped those fat fingers in and out of my
cunt and arse, fucking me to a bone shaking orgasm that took my breath away
and left me trembling, limp and drained.  I mumbled something meaningless,
as my belly quivered and pee trickled down my vibrating legs.  I
surrendered completely to the waves of pleasure rippling through and over
me "That's it," Brian said, quietly.  "That's it.  Let it all go my little
darling.  Let it all go." He held me till I stopped shivering then started
running his big, gentle hands all over my glowing body and licking down my
bum crease.  Oh God, yes, I thought.  He's going to do me with his tongue
now.  All ready, I could feel the tensions of another cum building inside
me.  I thrust my bum up and out, opening myself as wide as possible,
willing him to do his worst with me.  "I know little girl," Brian whispered
hotly against my bum.  "Daddy knows what you want.  Daddy knows." His
tongue moved into play over my bum-hole and cunny.  Oh God, yes.  He knew
all right.

   8

   In little more than four months, I'd been turned from an innocent,
naïve, eleven-year-old virgin schoolgirl, not wanted by anybody, into a
sexually knowing, wanton slut, and I was enjoying all the new-found special
attention I was now getting - especially from my handsome steppy-dad,
Brian. I never told him about how Robbie was fucking Jenny and me.  I
thought it best to keep that quiet and told Jenny not to say anything
either.  What Brian did to us we kept from Robbie, too, although I think he
would probably have enjoyed hearing all the juicy details.  The bath nights
became a regular feature every time Marie and Robbie were out of the house.
All pretense about it being a punishment was dropped.  Brian would get us
naked and spank us simply because he liked it.  He gradually persuaded
Jenny to suck his cock in front of me, then me to suck it in front of her.
He loved having us kneeling side by side and doing us together.  He would
make us swallow his cum or, sometimes, he would spurt it over our faces or
our little tits.  He also liked us to stand in front of him while he sucked
on our excited little nipples and fingered both of us at the same time to
see which of us he could make cum first.  Naturally, Jenny would protest
and whine a little bit but, she liked it as much as I did, so always gave
in and went along with everything in the end.  It seemed Brian was content
to just have us suck his lovely cock while he vigorously finger-fucked us
in cunt and bum, bringing us to orgasm after orgasm.  Though I really
enjoyed what we did together, I was dying for him to actually shag me.  I
wanted to feel what it would be like to have such a big cock going up me. I
liked Robbie's, but Brian's looked so much longer, bigger, and sort
of...well, meaner.  It was so thick, I could hardly get my fingers around
it or my mouth, but every time I saw it or touched it, a deep yearning
would wash through my entire body.  God, I would get so wet and tingly
wanting it.  The way he looked at me sometimes, I think Brian knew how much
I wanted him to fuck me.  I suppose it must have been about five or six
weeks later when our bath night routine changed.  Brian bathed Jenny and me
in the usual way and made us both cum.  Then, instead of making us suck him
off, he dried us and took us, still naked, into his bedroom.  He told us to
sit on the giant bed.  My eyes were drawn to the front of his robe.  His
cock was hard.  I had a feeling something different was going to happen and
my nipples tingled while the butterflies fluttered excitedly in my belly.
"Now ladies, " he said, smiling at us, "I want to take some pictures of you
and you're going to pose for me." Jenny and I looked at each other and
watched as Brian produced a video camera and set it up on a tripod close to
the bed.  He put his eye to the camera and I saw a red light come on. 
"Jennifer, darling, lie back, put your arms above your head and open your
legs nice and wide for me.  That's right.  Good.  Stay like that and don't
move." Brian came over and stood in front of me.  Standing side on to the
camera, he let his robe drop from his shoulders and there was his wonderful
cock standing long and hard inches from my face.  "Open, Linda," he said,
and gently eased the head of the monster organ into my mouth.  "Look up at
me.  Good.  Suck on it nice and slow, darling.  Put on a good show for the
camera." I did and could feel Jenny watching me.  I couldn't believe Brian
was filming me actually sucking his cock.  I felt really excited and my
nipples and cunny were tingling like mad.  As I sucked, Brian reached down
and began to play with Jenny's smooth, plump, bulging sex.  "Oh, yes.  My
little girl is all wet and juicy isn't she?" "Ye-es, Daddy," Jenny mumbled,
and I heard her draw in a sharp breath.  I could guess what Brian was doing
with his fingers.  I was wet, too; very wet and wanted my share.  I used my
tongue, swirling it around the fat plum-like head of his cock just as he
liked it.  He grunted and began to fuck slowly in and out of my busy little
mouth.  "Oh God, that feels good.  Keep doing that, sweetheart." I did it
till my jaw ached and I was pretty sure he was going to cum, but Brian
stopped me.  "Ok, Linda darling.  That's enough for the moment.  Stand up.
Now turn around, bend over, and stick your bum out.  I want you to suck on
Jenny's clit and make her cum for me." Brian went to the camera and focused
in as I did what he told me.  Jenny was wet and her sex was puffy, swollen,
and looked ripe for fucking.  I licked her slit from top to bottom and back
again.  She tasted sweet, groaned, and began to undulate her belly as my
tongue flicked across her pleasure bud.  "Lift your legs, Jennifer,
sweetheart," Brian said.  "Pull them right back so Linda can get to your
little bum-hole as well.  That's it.  That's good.  Go on, Linda, stick
your clever tongue in her bum.  Make her squirm.  Oh, yes.  That's so good.
She likes that.  Lift your bum up a little more, Linda, and spread your
legs a bit wider.  Beautiful.  Perfect." I was really getting into working
on Jenny.  I reached up and played with her soft titties, making her
nipples spring to pink attention.  She was wriggling and squirming around
as I tongued her bum-hole, cunt and clit.  I pursed my lips over her clit
and gently sucked the pleasure bud between my lips.  Jenny jerked her hips
up from the bed, thrusting her plump mound into my mouth.  As she came, her
whole body spasmed and twitched, her nervous system dancing to the
delicious shock.  "Stay as you are.  Do her some more, Linda; make her come
again," Brian said, and his big hand slid between my spread legs, cupping
my sex from behind.  I felt one of his large fingers slide up my wet cunt
and I moaned my approval into Jenny's twitching, swollen slit.  Brian's
other hand lovingly fondled my bum.  He withdrew his wet finger from my
cunt and spread the wetness around the star of my other opening, then slid
it back in my cunt and wormed a finger from his other hand into my now
moist bum hole.  My belly rippled as waves of electric pleasure traversed
every nerve ending in my entire body.  I loved it and sucked on Jenny's
clit even harder.  She squealed with delight as I made her cum again. 
"Hold still, Linda, darling," Brian said.  He placed both hands on my waist
and held me in position.  Then I felt it.  His enormous, hot, hard cock
nestling in the damp crease of my bum.  He slid it slowly up and down,
going lower, spreading the folds of my sex.  The fat head lodged at the
entrance to my cunt.  Oh God, he was going to do it.  He was going to fuck
me!  I groaned and slurped into Jenny's wet, bobbing mound.  She knew what
her Daddy was going to do to me.  I felt the rim of my cunny stretching as
the huge mushroom head eased in a little further.  My nether lips enfolded
the invader, welcoming the beast, wetly bid him to enter, to fuck.  Ooh,
God!  Then he was gone.  Brian refocused the camera again then strode to a
high-backed chair in the corner of the room and sat down on it.  "Linda,
Jennifer, come here.  Both of you." I could barely walk.  My legs were
shaking, weak and spindly.  My belly churned.  God, I wanted that cock. 
"Come here, young lady.  I think it's time you had some cock." Brian smiled
up at me.  He turned me around so I was facing away from him.  "Come back a
bit," he said.  Gasping for breath, eyes half shut, belly now
somersaulting, I opened my legs and eased back against him.  "Jennifer,
kneel down sweety.  I want you to hold my cock up so I can lower Linda down
on it, ok?" Jenny nodded and did as she was told.  Brian cupped my bum in
his hands and spread the cheeks apart.  "Ok, Linda.  I'm going to lower
your little cunt slowly onto my cock." I anxiously bit my lower lip and
looked down at Jenny.  She was looking up at me.  Her eyes were bright and
she was holding that huge cock straight up.  She was eager to see me get
fucked by her Daddy, her revenge for when I'd held her down for Robbie to
fuck her bum.  I bent my knees and let my weight rest in Brians hands. 
Prolonging my anticipation and, no doubt, his own, he slowly lowered me,
the hairs on his belly tickling my bum.  Then I felt it, felt the folds of
my sex separating, spreading ever wider, stretching open to accommodate
Brian's enormous rod of solid flesh.  This time there would be no mercy, no
escape - thank god!.  Wide-eyed, Jenny was watching closely as the first
inch of that fat, round knob-end split me wide and the second inch wider
still.  I gasped as another relentless inch filled me.  "It's ok, sweety,"
Brian said.  "It might hurt a bit at first.  Just relax and you'll be able
to take it." Brian's hands squeezed my bum, holding it spread.  Jenny's
hand brushed against my gulping cunny as another inch of her Daddy's cock
went up me.My belly churned and I felt as if I was about to cum despite the
uncomfortable fullness stretching my insides ever wider.  Jenny's crafty
little finger nibbled around my clit bud.  Then I did cum, my whole body
quivering as Brian forced another inch up my slick, tight cunt.  "That's
it, darling," Brian felt me cum.  "You've nearly got it all.  You love it
don't you?" He raised me up, withdrawing his cock from my tight, vibrating
cunt, but the relief was momentary, because he plunged me back down on it,
raised me again, then lowered me right down.  He was actually fucking me
and it soon started to feel like everything I had expected - absolute
bliss. I squealed my pleasure as the huge rod fucked in and out of me and I
came again.  Brian was over excited and couldn't last very long.  He
groaned and held me down tight on his cock as it pulsed, pumping hot spurts
of cum deep inside me.  There was so much it dribbled down the sides of his
embedded monster into the nest of hair at the base.  "Oh God, Linda!" Brian
gasped.  "I'm amazed you took that so well, darling.  You're a delicious
little fuck.  Exquisite.  The next time will be much better, sweety.  I
promise." Brian switched off the camera and took us into the bathroom to
freshen up.  I'd forgotten we were fucking on film.  I wondered what it
would look like and couldn't wait to see it.  I also wondered if he would
fuck Jenny.  I really wanted to see him do her.  The very thought made me
horny again.  I decided to push it a bit.  "It must be Jenny's turn now
isn't it, Daddy?" Brian looked at me, smiled.  "Yes," he nodded.  "That's a
good idea, Linda, sweety.  As you've had some cock, I think it's only fair
for Jennifer to have some as well.  Do you want some, sweetheart?  Linda
will help like you helped her." "No, Daddy.  Please...I don't want to."
"Course you do," Brian said, slipping his fingers quickly over her
beautiful, bald bulging sex.  Jenny wriggled her lovely, curvy bum as Brian
played with her.  "Mmm...Yes.  Nice and squishy down there, sweety," he
smiled at his daughter.  "You enjoyed watching me fuck Linda didn't you?  I
think you're ready to fuck now.  Don't worry, darling, Daddy will take good
care of you.  You'll soon get to like it." Back in the bedroom, Brian
readjusted the camera and switched it back on.  He went and sat on the
chair again, but his cock was soft and dangly.  "Come here, Jennifer." Head
down, Jenny slowly went over to her father.  "Kneel down, darling.  I want
you to suck Daddy's cock and make him hard enough for you to ride." Jenny
was good at sucking cock now.  Her experiences with Robbie had trained her
well and it turned me on to watch her get into it.  I sat on the edge of
the king-sized bed, opened my legs and gave Brian a show by stimulating my
over-excited clit with franatic fingertips.  I jerked my hips and bum, my
heaving belly thrusting my smooth, eager mound against my own hand.  It
didn't take long.  As I watched Brian's massive cock swell and bulge
Jenny's cheeks, I came with a passion.  "Good girl.  Wonderful," Brian
said, smiling at me.  "Frig Jenny for me.  Get her ready."

   9

   In the months since I'd arrived at the Harrisons, I'd crammed an awful
lot of varied - fun - sexual experience into my young life, but I think the
highpoint of it all for me has to be seeing a loving father fuck his own
little girl.  There's something very special, very meaningful about that.
And to be given the opportunity to assist in this most moving of acts was
even more special and meaningful.  Watching Jenny take her Daddy's big cock
for the first time was so incredible and is something I'll never forget -
ever.  Naturally, Jenny was a bit apprehensive, a bit in denial, but that
was Jenny.  I could tell just by the feel of the swollen, puffy folds of
her dilated sex, the hard, erect nubs of her nipples and her pleasure
button, that she wanted her Daddy's cock to fuck her and badly.  Brian sat
on the chair, head back, eyes closed, mouth gaping, and was in ecstasy as
his daughter voraciously sucked on the bulbous, purple mushroom of his
rigid cock helmet.  His hairy stomach rippled and his huge balls were tight
and swollen.  Jenny had both hands around the thick stalk and
enthusiastically slurped her lips, mouth and tongue all over the throbbing
head.  "Tickle my balls, darling," Brian gasped, breathlessly.  I knelt
behind Jenny, touching her velvet-smooth, sleek skin all over, paying
particular attention to her spikey nipples, her rounded belly and bum, and,
of course, her moistly eager sex.  While she slurped on her Dad's beast of
a huge cock, I licked and sucked her bum-hole, cunny and clit.  She was
wriggling around like crazy and constantly moaning her pleasure.  I was
excited still and really needed to cum again.  As I got Jenny more heated,
I fingered my own sex faster and faster.  Brian was soon ready and eager to
see to Jenny.  He made her sit astride him, the only difference being this
time, unlike me, he made her face him and put her arms around his neck.  He
held her bum in his big hands, nicely separating the round globes, holding
her wide open so I was able to see everything.  "Linda," Brian gasped,
"take my cock, darling; guide it into Jenny's hot little cunt for me."
Feeling the hot throb of the slick monster in my grasp, I did as I was told
and watched intently and enviously as Jenny's pouting cleft slowly lowered
and spread over the fat monster's head.  Despite earlier protestations, her
tight little quim swallowed each slow inch like a greedy, gobbling mouth.
At about the seventh turgid inch, she groaned, "Oh, Daddy!  Daddy!" "It's
all right, sweety.  Daddy's got you.  There...there.  Slowly does it.  Just
relax...Let it go in, darling.  Let it in.  That's it.  Tha...at's it!"
Brian gently coaxed his beautiful young daughter down onto his cock, the
huge pole cleaving her tender, gaping cleft gently, easily, like a warm
poker sliding into a marshmellow.  As Jenny joyously slid down the full
length of her father's probing manhood, somehow I didn't think there would
be any further protests from my sweet steppy-sister, at least not for the
immediately foreseeable future.  Jenny threw her head back, let out a long,
keening whine of exquisite pleasure.  Brian gasped, "Yes...Oh, yes!  Oh,
that's good, sweety.  That is very...  good." Hair flying about her head
and shoulders, emitting groan after groan, Jenny bounced her cheeky bum up
and down in Brian's lap, his hands clasping, moulding the tight fleshy
globes, mashing them down hard on his now steadily thrusting cock.  I'd
watched Robbie fuck Jenny on numerous occasions, but nothing quite compared
to watching how Brian fucked her that first time.  He was so experienced;
an expert in the ways of sucking and fucking tender girl-flesh into the
scariest of exploding sensations.  What's more, I could feel every inch of
his cock as if it were once more spearing deep into my own churning belly.
My fingers whipped my throbbing clit in an oily frenzy.  Brian lasted a
long time, much longer than he had with me.  Jenny came violently, the
tremors wracking her little body.  Each thrust of her Daddy's lusty fat
cock turned her into a limp, bucking rag-doll, made her belly, knees and
long legs jerk and spasm endlessly.  Brian grunted and I watched his balls
tightly draw up into his jerking body.  I knew he was pumping his little
girl full of hot, creamy cum.  A second later, I wetly, noisily, brought
myself off on frenzied fingers.

   10

   After that night, things just got better and better, almost perfect in
fact.  God, we had such fun.  It was glorious.  True to his word, Brian did
make our next fuck better - much better - and each successive fuck just
got, well, pure fucking heavenly.  I don't know if it's true people can
really become addicted to sex, but I certainly felt as if I had.  For me it
was the best thing in the world.  I just couldn't get enough cock and it
didn't matter whether it was Robbies' or Brian's.  I suppose I prefered
Brian's because, in my humble opinion, his was so much larger and he really
knew how to use it, really knew how to take a girl to places she rarely -
if ever - got to go.  He had an instinctive eye for detail and really
understood the needs of my young body and what pleased me most.  He would
take his time about things, give a girl the most fantastic, gut-wrenching
orgasms ever and always more than just one.  It was nothing for me to cum
three, four, even five or six times on every tumultuous occasion he fucked
me.  With him, it was the full box of exploding fireworks and I would be
floating on a cushion of tingling air for days afterwards.  Robbie, on the
other hand, lacked that depth of finesse.  He tended to rush things; just
liked to get it in any and every hole without fuss and cum as quickly as
possible, as often as possible.  He was obviously so much younger and less
experienced than Brian, but would certainly make up for any shortcomings
with his stamina and eager, tireless enthusiasm.  Neither Jenny nor I ever
had cause for complaint; well, maybe Jenny did, occasionally - in the main,
only when she had to take it in her bum - though not nearly as often as she
once had.  Deep down, she was the same as me: a hot, totally game and
gagging little slut.  The inescapable fact was we both liked it, liked it a
lot and liked it dirty - the dirtier the better.  As the old saying goes,
though, all good things must come to an end and come to an end they did in
the rudest possible way.  Brian had just finished giving me a sparkling
hour of thorough cleansing in the bath and was taking me to his bedroom for
what I enthusiastically anticipated would be a blistering finale.  As we
passed by the half-open door of Robbies bedroom, we heard the now familiar
squeals of uninhibited delight that Jenny would make every time she rode a
vigorous cock.  Brian signalled to me to keep quiet and we crept up to the
door to take a peek.  "Mmm," he muttered.  "Robbie is home early it seems."
Brian stepped away and I peeped through the crack in the door.  There was
Jenny, naked, pink, still damp and fragrant from her bath, bending low over
the side of the bed.  Robbie, equally naked, stood behind her holding onto
her hips and pulling her in to him, giving her high, rounded little bum a
deep and eager shafting even Brian would have been proud of.  "Oh yes," he
chanted, breathlessly.  "Ooh...God!  I love fucking your tight little arse,
sis.  So warm and clinging.  I can feel it sucking the cum from my balls."
When I tried to turn back, Brian held me in position and I felt his rigid
cock brush against my bum cheeks.  "Let's stay and watch," he whispered. 
He used his foot to spread my feet wider and gently tugged on the excited
buttons of my nipples to encourage me to stoop at the waist.  My cunt felt
moist and tingly still from the treatment Brian's lips and tongue had given
it just moments earlier in the bathroom.  Willingly, I allowed him to bend
me lower and in an instant felt his fat, engorged helmet nudging between my
swollen nether lips.  He rubbed it slickly back and forth a few times,
stoking my juices, making my jutting clit expand and throb.  Then he was
going up me into the depths of my churning belly.  I groaned with pleasure.
Brian glued his eyes to the crack in the door as he thrust his cock
repeatedly in and out of me.  My heart pounded and the blood flowed like
molten larva through my veins with each inward plunge.  My bum slapped
against Brian's meaty thighs, as broad and unyielding as a pair of oaks.  I
had to support myself against the door jam with both hands or I surely
would have collapsed as the first waves of an intense ecstatic orgasm
turned my knees wobbly as jelly.  I watched with one watering eye as Robbie
plunged his cock into Jenny in the same manner his father was plunging into
my own tender, twitching vitals.  "Ooh sis...Ooh sis...  You fuck so
good... Ooh fuck!  Soooo good!" Brian reamed deep up my cunt and I felt his
cock jerk against my writhing innards as he pumped what seemed like a
gallon of hot cum into me.  My belly and thighs quivered uncontrollably and
I came again as I heard Robbie chant out his own spurting pleasure into
Jenny's skewered bum hole.  Then: "Jeezus Brian!  What the fuck are you
doing to that poor child?  You bastard!  You scum-of-the-earth fucking
bastard!  I'll see you fucking hang for this!" Brian made a weird sort of
choking noise.  My heart leapt with paralytic fear as I recognised Marie's
very loud and very angry voice.  For a brief instant that seemed to last
more than a decade, poor helpless Brian continued to pulse cum into my
spasming cunt as I feebly tried to straighten up.  Then to make matters
even worse - if that were possible - Robbie and Jenny ran into the hall,
bollock naked still, Robbie sporting a frown and a semi-hard cock dribbling
cum.  Marie silently stared at us for a second, a look of dumbfounded
horror on her face.  Then she calmly announced she was calling the police.
She slowly turned and made her way downstairs.  The police arrived fifteen
minutes later.  So - that's how I ended up in my present unhappy
circumstances.  Why everyone created such a fuss I shall never know.  I
told them I wasn't hurt or abused.  I was really happy and very well taken
care of in what I had come to accept as my own home with my own caring,
loving family looking after me.  We were just having some fun that's all.
They said that what I had been doing was against the law.  I said it's my
body - made by God to enjoy all of life's pleasures - so how can doing what
comes naturally be against the law?  They said I wasn't old enough to make
decisions about my own body.  I said, in that case I'm not old enough to
answer any more of their stupid questions.  At night, after lights out, all
I think about is Brian, Robbie and Jenny and all the fun we used to have. I
miss them so much and feel so lonely without them.  Marie won't even answer
my letters.  I cry a lot.  My cunny gets very wet and itchy still.  It's
then I imagine Brian sucking and fucking me while I diddle my clit and make
myself cum.  Sometimes, for us orphans, life can be so unfair.

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