Captive Teens
(Mff, mf, teens, first time, rape, inc)
 
“You shall remain prisoners here until I release you. Should I die, you will 
die. No one knows of your location. You have adequate food and water for thirty 
days. The bracelets around your necks are the ones used by police for house 
arrest. It works very simply. If the bracelet moves more than forty feet from 
the receiver device, the signal will fail and a very large charge of dynamite 
will be triggered, burying you alive. Any attempt to remove or damage the 
bracelet will almost certainly trigger the dynamite. If you tamper with or 
damage the computer or receiver device, the dynamite will be triggered.”
 
“What if the power fails?” Linda licked her fear-dried lips.
 
Karanaught smiled coldly. “There is a battery back-up. It’ll last about twenty 
hours, according to my calculations. If the power has not been restored by that 
time, the dynamite will be triggered.
It is warm and dry here. It is more than you deserve. When I succeed in my task, 
you will turned over to the police for prosecution.” Charles Karanaught stood 
over the man and woman, shotgun at the ready. 
 
“And if you fail?”


“Then I will die. And you will starve.”
 
“And our children? What of them?”
 
“They will accompany me. You will instruct them that your survival rests upon my 
success; it is in their best interest to offer every aid. If I fail, they may 
end up in slavery. The deal I have made is to deliver your children as partial 
payment for the payment you stole. These are very nasty people you cheated, 
asshole. Or you can face the Thai syndicate yourself, explain it all to their 
satisfaction. It’ll save your children from the fate you dealt those other 
children.” He waited for their response. They looked away. “I thought as much. 
You won’t even do the right thing to protect your own children.” 
 
Thornburton looked upon his enemy with undisguised hatred. He had been foiled in 
his efforts to murder the businessman and seize his assets. He had gambled all – 
and lost even more. He risked a sidelong glance at his wife and shrank at the 
loathing he read in her eyes. “And if they refuse to go with you or assist you?”
 
“I’ll release them and the assassins will eventually find me. And you’ll starve 
or be blown up. Your children will have no idea how to find you.” The woman 
sobbed. Karanaught stared at her coldly. “You have thirty days food and water. 
If your children assist me, I expect that it will take most of those thirty days 
to do the job – or die.” Karanaught walked to the other room and called for the 
children. They trooped in sullenly, three lovely girls and a young boy.
 
Thornburton turned to his four children and spoke without hope. “You must all go 
with Karanaught. If you value your mother’s life, ensure that he is successful 
and returns within the thirty days. I can understand that you would have less 
concern for my life, but her fortune is tied with mine.” 
 
The thirteen year-old nubile blonde Melody stood confused, tears in her eyes. 
The fifteen-year old twins, Charles and Glenda, glanced at each other with 
discomfort and at their father with brooding anger. Red-haired Theresa, the 
eldest at sixteen years, glared briefly at her father, then fell sobbing into 
her mother’s arms. 
 
“Just to set the record straight – correct me, Thornburton, if I make any 
mistakes – your father’s plan was to kill me and steal my assets through 
identity theft. Your mother was a willing accomplice. She seduced me, posing as 
a widow in distress. I must say that your mother, in addition to being quite 
beautiful, is a great lay and a very skilled cocksucker. Fortunately, from my 
point of view, they failed, but they have created a situation that may yet 
result in my death. They cheated a crime syndicate in Thailand using my 
identity. That crime syndicate has now issued a contract on my life. I am going 
to Thailand to set things right again. There is no time to lose – contract 
killers may already be upon me. Did I leave anything out, Thornburton?”
 
The would-be assassin and thief glared at him, but made no reply. The children 
gaped in disbelief, first at their father, then at their mother. Theresa drew 
back from her mother in shock.
 
“Mom! Say something! Don’t tell me…” Theresa stepped back further as her 
mother’s inability to meet her eyes communicated the truth of the situation. 
 
“We leave now.” Karanaught spoke brusquely. “Get into the Suburban, all who are 
leaving with me.”
 
“May we leave this place, but not in your company?” Charles stood warily, 
measuring this stranger who had turned his life upside down in the last few 
moments.
 
“You may, if you wish your parents to die. You don’t know where this place is 
and you’ll never find it. If any of you leave the group, I will abandon the 
effort and leave them here to die. Just as they will die if I die or am taken 
prisoner. But I will do nothing to stop you. If you join me, you will obey my 
instructions, however distasteful, dangerous, or unreasonable. Disobedience may 
result in the death of your parents. Let me be clear – I will not kill you but 
you may in your disobedience create a circumstance that will kill your parents. 
I am not a murderer, not like your father and mother would be, had they 
succeeded. I am certainly a nasty character all the same, as you will discover.”
 
“You had better not hurt those children!”
 
His voice was filled with contempt. “Linda, you should have thought of that 
before you tried to kill me. Your children will pay a hefty price for your 
perfidy.”
 
“Why are you taking us with you? Is there something that we must do?” Theresa, 
the protective elder child, moved to place herself between Karanaught and her 
siblings.
 
He regarded her steadily. “No. Your presence merely creates an illusion 
necessary for the deception I have planned; you can do nothing to aid me.”
 
“And if we overpowered you or killed you, what would prevent us from freeing our 
parents?”
 
“They have food and water enough for about thirty days. You would never find 
them, certainly not in that time. You’ll be blindfolded when we leave, as you 
were when we came here. And if you did, they would be blown up when they tried 
to leave – and you along with them. Now, everyone out. It’s time for us to 
leave.” 
 
Tarkenton turned his back on the group and strode to the Suburban. He started 
the engine. “Last call!” The teens looked at each other and quickly scrambled 
into the vehicle then looked back to watch their parents until each had a black 
bag pulled over their head and secured at the neck. They had no doubt that they 
would never find their parents in this remote place. Nor did they doubt their 
captor’s willingness to let their parents die. Somberly they sat in their 
darkness as they left their entire lives and all certainty behind.
 
Hours later, after hours of a long, exhausting drive featuring a dizzying number 
of turns, they all sat over dinner at a truckstop. Karanaught distributed pieces 
of paper. “I need to know your clothing sizes, including shoes,” he said. 
“Everything. Write them down.” They slowly began writing their sizes as they 
finished their suppers. “Everyone pisses now. There won’t be any stops for 
several hours.” Tarkenton took the papers and went outside to the car. They 
could see him hunched over a laptop.
 
“We could run away,” Melody quavered.
 
“Only if you wanted to be an orphan,” Charles retorted somberly. “We do what he 
says, whatever he says, and when he says. I don’t really believe that Dad and 
Mom did that, but I do believe that he will kill them.”
 
“So do I. At least, I’m not willing to risk it,” intoned Theresa. “Like Charles 
said, whatever he tells us to do, we do. Glenda and Melody, let’s go to the 
bathroom.”
 
“I’m not done,” Glenda protested. 
 
“You’re done! No delays, no trouble of any kind!” Theresa hurried her sister 
along fearfully.
 
Long uncomfortable hours later, Tarkenton shook Theresa awake. “We’re stopping. 
Wake them and get them into the house.” 
 
Theresa shook her head groggily. They had driven all night; the sun was now 
rising over a vast, desolate desert – Nevada or Utah, she thought. She looked 
behind the SUV and saw a large brick house, the door standing open as Tarkenton 
stepped in. She reached into the back seat and shook Charles.  “Wake up. Get 
into the house.” She repeated her actions on the other twin, then got out. 
“Glenda, wake up Melody. Tell her to get into the house.” 
 
Theresa looked around curiously as she followed Karanaught into the house. 
“Where are we?”
 
He looked up at her from perusing the contents of the large commercial 
refrigerator. “A house I rented over the internet. We don’t want people seeing 
us. I don’t know who might be an assassin. Do you cook?”
 
“Don’t you?”
 
“I’ve been driving all night and I’m tired. You’ll be a lot happier with what 
you would fix. But I want it fast – I’m going to bed very soon.”
 
Sullenly she came to look into the refrigerator. “I’ll make omelets, ok?”
 
“Fine. This afternoon I have someone coming with clothes for all of us. The 
story is that we are a recent widower and his sad family here to grieve in 
peace. We left home immediately after the funeral and didn’t feel like packing. 
A personal shopper from a department store has been instructed to be very 
discreet and bring a selection of clothes for all of us. You will each pick out 
clothing that will not be noticed, enough for a week without laundering. Make 
sure everyone knows the story and acts appropriately. Use your mother’s name as 
the recently deceased. Right after breakfast, you will take the Suburban into 
town and shop for incidentals – feminine products, toiletries, that kind of 
thing, for all of us. There’s a map on the kitchen table. While you’re shopping, 
get the oil changed and whatever other service needs to be done. Go to K-Mart, 
it’ll be inconspicuous.”
 
“How do you know I won’t phone the police or someone to free my parents?”
 
“I don’t care. Any attempts to free your parents will result in their deaths. 
And that’s ok with me. How about you?” He spoke casually, but convincingly. “Be 
back here by four – that’s when the personal shopper will arrive. Outfit 
yourselves, then when you’re all done, come wake me up so I can make my 
purchases.”
 
“How long will we be here?”
 
“Until we leave. Any other questions?”
 
“Can I use your laptop?”
 
“No.”
 
“Are you going to kill them?”
 
“No. I would prefer that they rot in prison – it’s probably much more miserable 
than dying. And I hope to enjoy their humiliation during the trial. But if they 
die, that’s ok, too.”
 
She stared at him hopelessly. “You’re an animal.”
 
“I wasn’t the one who tried to kill someone and take all their money. I didn’t 
seduce anyone – fuck him to kingdom come while my husband watched – yeah, he 
watched. They had my house bugged. So who is the animal, Theresa?”
 
The shapely red-haired petite teen wheeled and ran from the room in tears.
 
“Do you all swim?” The shopping was done, the personal shopper departed. 
Tarkenton had just come down from his bedroom in his swimsuit. “We’re going to 
be swimming into Thailand and I don’t want anyone drowning on me. Everyone out 
to the pool.” 
 
“We don’t have bathing suits.” Theresa looked nervously at him. “You didn’t tell 
me to buy swimming suits.”
 
“You’ll have to swim in your underwear.”
 
“But we don’t have bras! We’ll be almost naked!”
 
“No bras? Why not?”
 
“We don’t need them. We never wear them.”
 
“Then you’ll swim topless. Shed the clothes. We’ll swim twenty laps, that’s 
about the distance we’ll have to swim in Thailand.”
 
“No!”
 
He shrugged. “Ok. My condolences to you four orphans.” He turned and started 
walking back to the house.
 
“Wait! We’ll do it!” Melody shouted. She quickly removed her blouse, pants, 
shoes, and socks and stood meekly in her panties, arms folded over firmly 
conical pubescent breasts. Her sisters reluctantly followed suit. Charles looked 
away and stripped down to his tighty-whities.
 
They all followed him to the large rock-bordered pool in the backyard. He lined 
them up at one end of the pool. “You’ll follow me – just like when we go into 
Thailand. Twenty laps with no rest, no touching bottom. Let’s go.” He dove into 
the pool and began swimming. The four teens quickly followed.
 
Twelve laps later, Melody faltered, floundered, and began to sink. Tarkenton 
quickly swam back and grabbed the tiny girl by the hair, pulling her to the side 
of the pool as she shrieked with panic and the pain of being hauled by her hair. 
He yelled at the others to continue until they finished the twenty laps. He 
pushed Melody onto the pool’s edge, letting go only after she had latched onto 
it. He pulled himself out of the pool. He shouted to the swimming siblings, “You 
don’t want to drown when we have to swim in Thailand. We have a short time here 
– you will all work out in the weight room and swim as many laps as you can, 
several times a day.” He plunged back into the pool and continued his laps as 
well.
 
Charles and Glenda managed seventeen and nineteen laps respectively before 
having to be pulled out the pool. Theresa and Tarkenton finished and pulled 
themselves up on the edge of the pool, Theresa shielding her naked breasts with 
her arms.  Charles’ cell phone rang. He hurried to pick it up and pushed a 
series of numbers, listening several times during the sequence. Theresa looked 
at him quizzically. “Your parents will stay alive awhile longer now,” he said 
quietly. She looked away. “Does Glenda cook?”
 
“Yes. She’s actually better than I am, why?”
 
“You and I are going for a drive. She’ll cook dinner while we’re gone. It’ll 
take about an hour. Tell her what to do, change your clothes, and meet me in the 
car.” He stood and walked into the house. Theresa worriedly relayed the 
information to her siblings and hurried into the house.
 
“Pay attention to where we’re going. You have to make this drive tomorrow 
morning,” he said. They drove away in silence. Twenty minutes later, Tark pulled 
over at the edge of the road overlooking a valley and got out of the vehicle, 
motioning for her to follow. “Park just like this, so the Suburban can be seen 
from below. It must be facing this direction and be parked on this side of the 
road. Pay attention to how it’s parked. See, there’s the house.” He pointed 
below them at the house they had left twenty minutes earlier. “You may see a 
group of people over in that area,” he pointed, “but if you see anyone at the 
house, you must tell me when I call you. You’ll have a cell phone. You will all 
be in the Suburban.” He had her repeat the instructions, correcting her until 
she was able to repeat them correctly. “This is one of those times that can get 
us killed if you screw up, ok? I’m meeting some very bad people tomorrow. It’s 
important that you do everything just as I’ve shown you, ok?”
 
She nodded, visibly scared.
 
“Any questions? Now is the time to ask,”
 
“I can’t think of any.”
 
“I’ve tried to think of them all. If you get scared, the best thing is to do 
nothing. Just wait – and that’s very hard to do. But if anyone approaches you, 
drive away and drive away fast. Drive to the police station and tell them that 
someone scared you by following too close. Do not let anyone get close to you, 
understand? Your life may depend on it.”
 
“OK,” she said tearfully.
 
“If you see anyone at the house while I’m meeting the syndicate or someone tries 
to approach you, do not return to the house.” He handed her a small notebook. 
“There are instructions there on what to do. There’s another house about three 
hours from here. You will meet me there if anything goes wrong here. If you have 
any idea that someone is following you, go to the police. Obviously you can’t 
tell them anything, just that you’re being harassed and followed. They’ll take 
care of the problem. Got it?”
 
She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks.
 
He looked at her. “You’ve done really well until now. Why the tears now?”
 
“I thought you were going to rape me.”
 
He started the car and swung the big rig back the way they had come. “I’m not 
going to rape you.”
 
She started crying in relief.
 
“You are going to have sex with me willingly, enthusiastically. Tonight you will 
sleep in my bed.”
 
She abruptly stopped crying and stared at him incredulously. “No I’m not! I’m 
not going to!”
 
“If you won’t, perhaps Glenda will. And if she won’t, then I’ll be forced to 
rape someone. If I have to rape someone, it will be Melody,” he said quietly.
 
The lovely teen stared at him, horrified. “Melody is a little girl!”
 
“Your mother was a very enthusiastic sex partner. Talented, too. I don’t expect 
you to be talented, but you will be enthusiastic. Or I’ll have to try your 
sisters until I find someone with enthusiasm. Are you a virgin?”
 
She nodded, speechless.
 
“You can think about it. You have choices. You can try to get by reluctantly and 
hope that it will be enough to satisfy me, or you can really work on your 
attitude and make sure to satisfy me. Either way works, it’s up to you. But if 
you seem reluctant and I’m not having fun, I’ll be trying out your sisters. And 
I only have fun when my partner seems like she’s having fun. Something to think 
about.” He glanced at the stricken teenager. “I hope it can really enjoyable for 
you and me both. I’d really like that. But if I have to make a choice, it will 
be that it be enjoyable for me.”
 
Desperately, the shapely brunette bargained. “Perhaps in a few days I will come 
to really want to be with you, Tark…”
 
“I may be dead tomorrow, Theresa. These are very bad people I’m meeting with 
tomorrow. And a contract killer could catch up with me at any time. I may not 
have time for you to want me, not that that would really happen anyway. I’m 
really sorry for both of us – I’ve never forced anyone to have sex with me 
before. But your parents have really fucked me good. And, unfortunately, you and 
your siblings have to pay part of the price. Choose now, Theresa. If you were 
hot for me, you would be snuggling up to me now, kissing and all that wonderful 
stuff. Tell me now with your actions, Theresa. Are we having fun tonight, or 
does Melody get raped?”
 
“You would really…?”
 
“Yes. I would and will. If I’m not having fun by the time we get back to the 
house, I will get out of this rig, pick up Melody, and carry her upstairs. I’ve 
never raped a girl before – some people enjoy it. Maybe I will. I’ll sure as 
hell try to enjoy it.”
 
Sobbing quietly, Theresa shifted her body next to Tark’s. She flinched a little 
when he put his arm around her. “Yeah,” he said quietly, “this is what lovers 
do.”  He kissed her forehead. “Except for the crying. I know it’s not fair to 
demand that you stop crying and do some smiling and laughing as if you were 
really having fun, but nothing about this whole damned situation is fair.” She 
smiled weakly at him. He pulled the Suburban over to the side of the road and 
turned to her, gathering her in his arms. “You are a sweet girl, Theresa.” He 
kissed her tenderly on her quivering lips. He gently pressed the kiss until she 
opened her lips to admit his tongue. He slid a palm over a modest but very firm 
braless breast, massaging it lightly, then released her, and brought the 
Suburban back onto the road, his arm still around her. 
 
“Will I get pregnant?”
 
“You might. I’m not going to worry about it. If it happens, you can either give 
the baby up for adoption or have an abortion. Up to you. But I’m not going to 
hassle with any birth control stuff. This may be my last sexual experience. You 
will probably survive, Theresa. I will probably not.  I’ll be gentle and tender 
and make it as enjoyable for you as I possibly can. Something to think about.”
 
They arrived at the house. He kissed her as they approached the front door and 
took her hand as they entered. Charles and Melody goggled at the pair, noting 
the handholding, as they walked into the living room. 
 
“Is dinner ready,” he asked them.
 
“Just about,” Charles returned sullenly, his eyes searching Theresa’s face for 
some idea of what was going on; her downcast eyes surrendered no information. 
“Are you all right, Theresa?”
 
“I’m ok. I’ll help Glenda finish dinner,” she murmured. She gently released 
herself from Tark and hurried into the kitchen. 
 
Tark went upstairs to his bedroom. Charles and Melody followed Theresa into the 
kitchen.
 
“Why were you holding hands with him?!” demanded Charles. “Did he do anything to 
you?”
 
She turned and confronted him. “Listen, we are trying to survive here and to 
keep Mom and Dad alive. And I will do whatever it takes to do that. He is 
demanding sex. If I don’t accommodate him, he will take it from Glenda or 
Melody. Do your best to ignore us. He wants romance and sweetness, so I will do 
my best to give him that. You will all pretend that he is my boyfriend. You will 
pretend to like him. Do you understand?”
 
“Did he rape you,” Melody asked, wide-eyed.
 
“No, he hasn’t done anything yet but kiss me and grope me a little. He’s 
actually been nicer than some of the guys I’ve dated. But I am sleeping in his 
bed tonight. And you will all help me get through this by pretending it is 
normal.”
 
“You don’t have to do this, Theresa,” Glenda stammered, blushing. “I know you’re 
a virgin. I’m not. Let me do it.”
 
Theresa stared. ”What do you mean you’re not a virgin? Since when? Who?”
 
“That’s none of your business,” her sister retorted, lifting her head proudly. 
“But it’s true. So, it should be me, not you.”
 
“Well, it’s not going to be you, anyway, whether it is true or not. He has 
decided that I’m the girlfriend. There’ll be no more discussion.”
 
“But how can we possibly pretend it’s ok?” asked Charles heatedly. “It’s not ok! 
It’s rape!”
 
“I don’t care what he does to me, you just smile and pretend it’s ok. If he 
strips me and rapes me on the table during dinner, I will pretend to love it and 
so will you. Remember, Mom and Dad will die if he decides we’re not cooperating. 
And I believe with every fiber of my being that he will be glad to kill them.”
 
“What if he decides that you’re not enough – that he wants Glenda or Melody?”
 
Theresa looked each of them in the eye, one after the other, silently. Finally 
she spoke. “I am going to do everything I can to prevent that. I am going to be 
his slut and it’s going to look like I love it. So don’t be surprised at 
anything I do. Anything. But. If he can’t be satisfied with me, I expect each of 
you to do whatever you must to keep Mom and Dad alive.” She smiled wryly, 
“Hopefully he doesn’t like boys, Charles. But if he does, you will do it with a 
smile. Get it?”
 
Charles gulped visibly. It evidently hadn’t occurred to him that he might also 
be in danger of sexual indignities. “Ok,” he whispered. 
 
Each sibling nodded his or her agreement to the challenge. Each sibling stared 
at the others, wondering who would be playing the sexual games with their 
captor.
 
“The good news is that he doesn’t seem to be want to hurt us. He wants to have a 
fun, romantic time because he thinks he may die soon. But he will rape one or 
more of us if he doesn’t get fun and romance. So he gets fun and romance, ok?” 
They all nodded. 
 
“Do you think he will die. Will we?”
 
Theresa looked troubled. “He thinks that he probably will and we probably won’t. 
He’s meeting some horrible people tomorrow – he says they may kill him then. 
We’re going to be up on the hill behind the house, watching the meeting. At 
least he seems to be trying to protect us.”
 
“What if he gets killed tomorrow?”
 
“We go to the police and tell them everything. Hopefully they will be able to 
save Mom and Dad. But I’m guessing that they won’t be able to.”
 
Dinner was awkward. The siblings tried to keep the conversation going, but long 
uncomfortable silences occurred, provoked by Tark’s romantic attentions toward 
Theresa and her forced efforts at returning them. Her sisters especially tried 
to keep a conversation going, hoping to delay the end of dinner and whatever 
unknown event might follow. 
 
“Thank you for a delicious dinner, Glenda. You did very well,” Tark commented. 
“We will take a rest for an hour, then we will go back to pool for more exercise 
and swimming practice. Theresa, let’s go upstairs.” He stood and offered her his 
hand to lift her from her chair. She accepted with a strained smile.
 
“Charles,” she said, “would you and Melody do the dishes and clean up the 
kitchen?” Charles nodded mutely, stricken, then he watched his elder sister 
accompany her middle-aged soon to be lover up the stairs. He looked at his other 
sisters in disbelief, shook his head, and stumbled into the kitchen through 
sudden hot, blinding tears. 
 
Tark and Theresa stopped by the bedroom she had expected to share with Melody 
and gathered her clothes and incidentals, then carried them into Tark’s bedroom. 
He assisted her in hanging her clothes in the walk-in closet and storing the 
other items in dressers and the bathroom as she continued her pretense of light 
heartedness and gaiety. 
 
“I’m glad you’re cooperating. Thank you,” he said, folding her into his embrace 
lightly.
 
She shrugged, fighting to maintain a smile. “Whatever I can do to help,” she 
said softly.
 
“May I ask you some questions, personal questions? I know it’s intrusive, but 
I’m really wanting to make this as easy for you as I can.”
 
“Sure,” she gulped, her smile slipping.
 
He kissed her and sat in a well-padded chair, taking her into his lap. He kissed 
her again; she cooperatively kissed him back with what she hoped passed for 
enthusiasm. “You’re sixteen. You’re a virgin, but you’ve probably had some 
experiences with boys. Will you tell me about them?”
 
“This is supposed to help me?” she said incredulously. “Or are you just 
entertaining yourself?”
 
“A little of both, to tell the truth. I want to know what experience you’ve had 
so I can guide you more easily through those things you haven’t done before. And 
it will be interesting to me, entertaining if you prefer, as well.”
 
“I suppose you’re going to insist?”
 
“Yes, I think I will.”
 
She closed her eyes briefly and swallowed. “How do you want me to do this?”
 
“Just tell me about your experiences. Start with your first and end with your 
most recent.”
 
“I could just lie, you know. Tell you I had no experience, or make things up.”
 
“I can probably tell the difference. You don’t seem to be an accomplished liar. 
I’ve been in business for a long time – knowing when someone is lying is very 
important in business so I’ve become quite accomplished at detecting lies. It 
will go much easier for you if you tell the truth. The whole truth.”
 
She quailed at the implied threat. He had done nothing yet, but she was afraid 
that he would be willing and that once he began mistreating her and her siblings 
that it would remove his reluctance to mistreat them further. She steeled 
herself to tell all the embarrassing details.
 
“I was twelve,” she started. “Steve was my neighbor and I had a crush on him. He 
was older – fifteen. I used to hang out with him a lot. No one thought anything 
about it – they all thought it was cute, a little tomboy following him around. 
And he was always very kind. He was the kind of person everyone trusted.
 
I went to his house one day during the week. It was July so we were out of 
school. His mom and dad both worked, like mine, and I wasn’t supposed to be at 
his house with no parents around, but there wasn’t anyone around to enforce the 
rules, so I was often there anyway.
 
I couldn’t find him at first. He was usually in the family room, playing 
computer games when I came over. I looked around for him and finally went to his 
bedroom. He was there, looking at something on his computer. He quickly closed 
whatever it was. He seemed really tense, but pretended he was glad to see me…
 
“What are you doing?” 
 
“Oh, just playing on the computer. What’s up?”
 
“I’m bored. Thought I’d see what you were doing. What were you playing? Did you 
get a new game?”
 
“Uh, no. Just surfing the ‘net.”
 
“Oh, that’s fun. We can’t do that when Mom isn’t around anymore,” she giggled. 
“Charles got caught looking at porn and Mom hit the roof. Now they’ve put a 
password on the internet and Charles hasn’t figured out what it is yet.”
 
He laughed hollowly. “Looking at porn, huh? Just Charles?”
 
“Well, all of us looked at it a little, except Melody. It was kinda funny. But 
Charles is the one that started it and he’s the one that got caught. Do you look 
at porn on the internet?”
 
He reddened. “Well, everyone does. Some.”
 
“Is that what you were doing? Is that why you closed the browser?” She grinned 
at him, enjoying his discomfort.
 
“Well, yeah. Does that bother you?”
 
“No. I thought it was funny, looking at some of the stuff. Want to?”
 
“I don’t know… I’d get in trouble if my parents found I showed you porn.”
 
“You don’t think I would tell!?” Theresa’s tummy tightened at the thought of 
looking at porn with Steve. Maybe he would finally notice she was a girl.
 
“Well, I guess not. You’ve always kept secrets before. Are you sure you want 
to?”
 
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “It’ll be fun.” She pulled up another chair and sat next 
to him. “Let’s look at what you were looking at when I came in.”
 
He looked at her for a long moment speculatively, then brought up the browser 
again, selecting the option to resume from last session. “This is Opera. It’s 
faster than Internet Explorer and let’s me start again where I left off,” he 
explained. The website he returned to was called asstr.org. “These are stories 
mostly, though some stories are illustrated with pictures. You can search for 
the kinds of stories you like or for anything else. Do you want to read stories 
or look at pictures. We should go to a different website if you want to look at 
pictures.”
 
“I like stories best, but illustrated stories would be nice. Do you pay for 
this?”
 
“No, it’s free, but I make donations every now and then. I don’t want it to go 
away. It’s my favorite site for stories. There are thousands and thousands of 
stories.” He began navigating to the illustrated story area of the website. 
“What kind of stories do you like?”
 
“Guys and girls, teenagers like us. I like them to be funny and romantic.  I 
don’t care for the others. How do you make donations?”
 
“I have a checking account with a debit card. Have you read a lot of these kind 
of stories, Theresa?”
 
“Some. Eroticstories.com, mostly. Your parents don’t find out, about the 
donations?”
 
He shrugged. “They don’t look at my checking account. They set it up so I 
wouldn’t keep forgetting lunch money. There are ATMs at school, so I have a 
debit card.” He selected a story about teenagers and waited for it to load.
 
“Cool. That’s neat, having your own debit card.  What’s this story about?”
 
“I don’t know. I haven’t read it. The codes are mf ff first time, so it’s about 
teenagers having sex for the first time, I guess. Want to read it together?”
 
“How about if we take turns reading it. And you can read when guys talk and I’ll 
read when girls talk. It’ll be fun.”
 
They read through the story about two teen girls spending the night together. 
They practice kissing together and end up getting each other off. Later, the 
bolder girl helps the more timid girl seduce a boy and both girls have sex with 
the boy.
 
“Do you suppose these things ever really happen?” Theresa’s excitement had moved 
from her tummy to a now moist area between her legs and her tight nipples. The 
pictures had been exciting as well. She had found herself salivating at the 
pictures of the girls sucking the boy’s cock, though the pictures of the girls 
taking a hard cock in their cunts had intimidated her. She had never put 
anything in herself, but she rubbed herself often during her baths.
 
He shrugged, his pants uncomfortably tight. As exciting as reading naughty 
stories and looking at sex pictures had been before, it was much more exciting 
hearing Theresa read part of the stories and reading part to her. “I don’t know. 
It’s never happened to me the way it happens in the stories.”
 
“Would you want it to?”
 
“Sure. That’s why people write the stories. It’s the kind of thing that people 
get excited about happening to them. So they make up stories that they wish were 
happening to them. Or maybe they write about things that really did happen. And 
that’s why people like reading the stories – they want those things to happen to 
them, too. Don’t you think so?”
 
“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about those things actually happening to me. I 
just liked reading about people doing those things. Has anything like that ever 
happened to you?"
 
“Well, a little. Not the sex part, just seeing someone naked.”
 
“Will you tell me about it? That would be much more exciting than made-up 
stories!”
 
“I’m not sure. She wouldn’t like it if I told. If I told you about it, would you 
have a story to tell me?”
 
“You don’t have to tell me who it is, that way she wouldn’t care. I haven’t done 
anything at all, but I could tell you a story about someone else. A true story – 
I saw it.”
 
“Well, ok. Want to keep looking at pictures while we tell stories?”
 
“Ok.”
 
He navigated to groups.yahoo.com and logged in, then select one of his groups. 
“I like this one. There are a lot of good pictures and a lot of them are real 
people, not just models.” He went to the photo area and selected an album then 
started slowly moving through the pictures. “Hmm. How can I tell you this story 
without you knowing who it is?”
 
“I know her?”
 
“Well, you may have met her. I guess I’ll have to leave out details that would 
identify her. If you do happen to guess who it is, you won’t say anything will 
you?”
 
“No, of course not. When did it happen?”
 
“Last summer… this is hard to tell without giving too much information, Theresa. 
I’m not sure I should tell you.”
 
“Oh, go on. Even I figure it out, I won’t tell anyone.”
 
“Ok. I guess. My sister has lots of friends stay with her, right? So that 
doesn’t really give anything away. It was one of those girls. We had all been 
swimming in the pool that afternoon and she had been really friendly, you know? 
Most of Erin’s friends snub me because I’m two years younger, but she was really 
friendly, really nice to me. And she kept giving me these sexy looks whenever my 
sister wasn’t looking.”
 
“Was she really hot looking?”
 
“She was nice looking, but not super.. well, we’re getting into too much detail 
here, Theresa. She was good looking. Nicely put together. Late that night I went 
for a swim before going to bed – it helps me sleep. She came down to the pool 
and told me that my sister was asleep but she wasn’t tired. She ended up coming 
in to swim, too.”
 
“She was in her bathing suit?”
 
“Sure, how else would she go in the pool?”
 
“I thought maybe she stripped and jumped in with you,” Theresa grinned.
 
“You’ve been reading too many of those stories,” he laughed. “She was even 
friendlier without my sister around and we ended up kissing in the deep end. She 
was giggling and laughing the whole time.”
 
“So she took off her bikini?”
 
“Not then. Someone might have seen. She said she needed to shower before she 
changed into her nightgown, but she didn’t want to wake my sister. I told her 
she could shower in my bathroom.”
 
“How very helpful of you,” Theresa smiled. 
 
He grinned. “So she showered, but she had left her nightgown in my bedroom 
instead of taking it into the bathroom. She came out in a towel and, looking me 
in the eye, dropped the towel and changed into her nightgown.”
 
“That’s all?”
 
He shrugged, “She kissed me again then went to my sister’s room. That was it.”
 
“That was mean – she teased you.”
 
“I was sure sorry she didn’t let me touch her or anything, but I was glad that I 
at least got to see her naked.”
 
“I still think it was mean. Did she at least let you look a long time?”
 
“A few minutes. She stood and toweled off, bent over and everything. She let me 
see all of her. She even opened her legs wide and pulled her pussy lips apart so 
I could see inside. But every time I moved or reached toward her, she pulled 
away. Sorry that’s all there is to the story – really sorry.”
 
“Well, that was what happened. It’s still exciting.”
 
“So what’s your story?”
 
“It happened just a few weeks ago. It was one of my baby-sitters and her 
boyfriend.”
 
“Do I know them?”
 
“I doubt it. They’re both in college and they don’t live close. Mom knows her – 
she’s an intern at the office.”
 
“What happened?”
 
“After all of us kids were asleep, I woke up. I heard some noise coming from the 
living room. I snuck out real quiet to see what it was. The lights were off 
except for the dining room light – it shines into the living room – and the 
television was on. There was a porn movie on television.”
 
“Do your parents have porn movies?”
 
“Yeah. They don’t know I found them, but they have a few. They’re fun to watch, 
but I almost never get to. Either my parents or the other kids are home almost 
all the time.”
 
“Maybe you could bring one over here. I’ve got a DVD player here in my room.”
 
“That would be fun. I’ll bring one sometime.”
 
“So what happened?”
 
“Evidently her boyfriend had come over after I had gone to bed – he hadn’t been 
there before and I don’t think he was supposed to be there. My parents have 
never allowed baby-sitters to have boyfriends come over. But he was there. They 
had been watching the porno movie, but they weren’t paying attention to it when 
I saw them. They were both naked. He was sitting on the couch and she was 
kneeling in front of him with his dick in her mouth.”
 
“Really?! Wow! That must have been great to see that. What did she look like?”
 
“She’s a brunette with largish boobs. They were hanging and swinging while she 
sucked him and he was playing with them. She seemed to like that. She was 
pretty, though it was a little hard to tell with her mouth full like that,” she 
giggled.
 
“Girls are always more beautiful like that,” he mumbled.
 
“Oh, you think so!” She laughingly slapped his leg, noticing a bulge in his 
pants. 
 
“What did it look like when she was sucking him? Was it like these pictures?”
 
She frowned, looking at a couple of the images as he paged through them. “He 
wasn’t nearly as big as most of these guys. But she seemed to really like it 
anyway. She was really moving on him, using her hand, too. And she was slurping 
really loud,” she explained.
 
“What happened next?”
 
“He came in her mouth and she opened her mouth so he could see it. Then she 
swallowed it.”
 
“Cool! Then what?”
 
“She got up and sat on his lap and they kissed for awhile.”
 
“He kissed her after she sucked him? Wow. Did he do it to her?”
 
“I don’t think so. It looked like she was just sitting in his lap, kissing him. 
He was touching her all over, though. He started kissing her boobs and playing 
with her nipples, then she got up and told him it was her turn. He laughed and 
then he got on his knees after she sat down and spread her legs wide. He started 
kissing her down there and kept feeling her up until she screamed a little and 
pushed him away. It took awhile. He got up and they cuddled for awhile. He tried 
to get on top of her, I guess he wanted to have sex, but she pushed him off and 
sucked him for just a few minutes then told him he had to go home. That was it. 
I snuck back to my bedroom while she was kissing him goodbye at the door. She 
was still naked, though.”
 
“Was the door open?”
 
“No, silly. Someone might have seen them. They kissed and he touched her some 
more then she pushed him out the door.”
 
“Wow. Great story! You actually saw someone naked and having oral sex! That’s a 
lot better than my story!”
 
“Except your story happened to you. I just watched the people in my story.”
 
There was a moment of silence. They watched a few more images go by. The album 
was pretty much all women with pronounced tanlines, many of them having sex with 
men or other women.
 
“Would you rather have your own story, where it was you instead of someone 
else,” he asked.
 
Her throat tightened. “I guess.”
 
“We could, uh, do something. Then we’d have our own story.” He didn’t look at 
her, just watched the pictures changing on the monitor.
 
“I don’t have any tits yet. And I don’t want to have sex. I’m too young.”
 
“You’re still pretty. I would like to see you naked. And you could see me. We 
don’t have to do anything.”
 
Another long pause. “You think I’m pretty?”
 
“Yeah, of course. Your face is a lot prettier than most of these women. And you 
have a nice butt and good legs.”
 
She fairly glowed at his praise, her pulse quickening. “Will you still like me? 
I wouldn’t be a slut if I let you see me? You would still let me hang around 
when you have friends over? You wouldn’t be ashamed of me?”
 
He looked at her, surprised. “Theresa, you are one of my best friends. I take 
some heat because I hang out with you and let you hang out with me and my 
friends, but they all admit that you’re cool. And you wouldn’t be a slut just 
‘cause you let me see you.  I don’t think you’re capable of being a slut.”
 
“I’m afraid you’ll just want to look at me and that’s all you’ll want to do from 
now on. I trust you not to tell anyone – you wouldn’t would you?” He shook his 
head solemnly. “But I’m not sure I trust you to still like me for me, to still 
want to do things with me that we’ve always done. I don’t want to ruin our 
friendship.”
 
“I promise that it won’t hurt our friendship – it’ll make it closer, don’t you 
think?  And we’ll still do all the things we like to do together. Promise. OK?
 
“Well, ok, but you first.”
 
“What do you want me to do?”
 
She shrugged, “I don’t know, just take off your clothes, I guess.”
 
“How about if we do it together?”
 
She eyed him speculatively. “Well, ok. Let’s take off our shoes and socks first, 
they don’t count.”
 
They both bent to remove shoes and socks. She placed hers neatly next to the 
closed door; he just dropped his next to the bed.
 
“T-shirt first?” He said.
 
She nodded. “You first.”
 
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it onto the bed, smiling 
nervously. He struck a muscleman pose, prompting her to laugh. Then he stood, 
waiting.
 
“Well, I don’t have anything on top anyway. I look a lot more like you than the 
girls you look at on the internet,” she said, pulling her arms into her t-shirt. 
She looked at him and blew her breath out, then lifted the t-shirt over her 
head. She self-consciously turned and neatly laid the t-shirt on the bed behind 
her, aware that she didn’t have anything more than bumps to show him. She then 
stood before him, blushing. She felt an urge to cover her nipples with her arms, 
but forced her arms to stay at her side. His intent gaze seemed to inspire them 
to rise and harden. “Your turn, she smiled nervously.”
 
He bent to unsnap his 501s then hesitated before pushing them to his ankles and 
stepping out of them. He dropped them on top of his t-shirt. He smiled at her 
with nervous encouragement as she glanced at the lump in his briefs. She 
answered by quickly skimming her shorts off and placing them, folded, on her 
t-shirt. She turned back to him to see that he had clearly enjoyed watching her 
as she moved about in her small cotton undies. “I don’t have sexy undies. Mom 
won’t buy them.”
 
“You look wonderful in those, Theresa.”
 
“But I’ll look better out of them?” She laughed nervously, sticking her tongue 
out at him. He nodded enthusiastically, comically – prompting a genuine laugh 
from the young girl. “You first.”
 
He paused, looked into her eyes, and the smile left him. “Uh, can we do it... I 
mean, it would be really neat if you took mine off and I took yours off. Can 
we?”
 
She was surprised at a flicker of sexual hunger running through her body alloyed 
with nervous tension. “Well... if you don’t touch, just take them off.”
 
He nodded. She slowly approached him, unconsciously licking her lower lip as she 
watched his face. “Turn around,” she said. He turned. She grasped the elastic 
band at the top of his briefs and tugged downward, then tugged again harder. 
They slid down, but then caught, unseen by her, on his achingly hard prick. 
“What’s wrong,” she asked. He turned to her and motioned toward his painfully 
bent hard-on. She flushed and carefully took hold of the waistband on each side 
of the obstruction and lifted it over and down. She pushed his underwear to his 
ankles, bending to one side, and removed them as he lifted first one foot then 
the other. She stared curiously at his cock, remembering what she had seen her 
baby-sitter do. A light shudder ran through her frame as an image of his cock in 
her mouth came to her mind. 
 
“My turn,” he croaked. He cleared his throat and smiled at her tenuously. She 
nodded slightly. He dropped to his knees before the slender, petite redhead and 
grasped the waistband of her panties. She watched his face as he began slowly 
drawing her last bit of clothing down her coltish legs, his eyes focused on the 
v between her legs. His breath caught as her nether lips were revealed, a light 
reddish fuzz covering but not concealing her sex. He almost subconsciously 
puzzled over a light pleasing fragrance in the air. He slowly slid her panties 
down, his focus entirely upon her downy lips. He was startled as she put her 
hand on his shoulder as she lifted first one foot then the other from the 
puddled panties. He continued kneeling, studying her intently as she watched him 
nervously.
 
“May I touch you?” He voice whispered hoarsely. 
 
She hesitated for a long moment, then nodded. Realizing that he couldn’t see her 
head nod with his attention focused on her crotch, she whispered, “gently, not 
inside.”
 
His fingertips tentatively traced the lips of her sex as he thrilled at the feel 
of her sparse downy covering and the buttery soft lips. Her breath caught, then 
was released a moment later in a sigh as she watched him stroke and carefully 
examine her most private treasure. She shuddered as his hand reached through her 
slightly open legs and stroked the bottom curve of her rounded butt. She 
hungrily absorbed his tender, loving fascination with her body and with its 
silent acceptance and praise of her form. She no longer felt inadequate because 
of her lack in maturity and curves – he was clearly caught up in rapt enjoyment 
of her body. She hungered for more of his approval. 
 
“Wait,” she murmured and slowly walked to the bed. He stood and turned to face 
her. She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly spread her legs, intently 
watching his absorption and wonder at her revealed beauty. He glanced up at her 
face and smiled gently; she returned his smile and bit her lip as he reached for 
the now fully exposed sex. She felt a rush of heat course through her body as 
his fingers returned to her tender lips. She felt his other hand move over her 
abdomen, up her tummy and then stop to explore her tender nipples and the bulge 
of her prepubescent breast. His fingers continued to explore the satiny lips of 
her virgin sex as his other hand roamed from one breast and back to the other.  
She shivered as she felt his breath tickle her pussy hairs.  "Enough,” she 
commanded, placing a hand protectively over her little girl cunt. “It’s my turn 
to look at you and touch you.”
 
He rose from his worshipful posture between her open thighs and leaned over her, 
kissing her nipples then first touched his lips to hers in a simple, innocent 
kiss belying the intimacy they had already shared. She sighed and her eyes 
closed at the gentle meeting of their lips and softened her own lips against 
his. The sudden remembrance brought by the pressure of his naked body against 
hers and the new experience of a hard cock nestled against her tender, girlish 
sex interrupted her kissing with confusion and alarm.
 
She pushed, not gently, her friend and now partner in sexual exploration away 
from her nakedness and pressed the offensive until they were both standing 
again, safely away from the soft, tempting bed. “My turn to look and touch, 
Steve. Sit on the bed, please.”
 
She kissed him again, scarcely needing to bend to meet his lips. Again she 
sighed, then, standing very close to him, ran exploring hands down his body as 
he had down with her. She tweaked his nipples, looking into his eyes 
quizzically. The widening eyes and slow smile answered her question; she smirked 
and pressed on, kneeling now between his legs and pushing his thighs apart with 
dainty but impatient hands.
 
She knelt and looked at his bobbing hardness, seemingly pulsing with each 
heartbeat. She marked the bulbous, mushroom like head and its dark color 
irregular at the edges. She measured in her mind the length of his stalk and 
noted the mottled color, the irregular bits of flesh immediately below the 
crown. She puzzled at the coiling flesh of his scrotum, the outlines of the 
balls within manufacturing sperm that would gladly fertilize the monthly eggs in 
her child-woman’s body given any slender opportunity. 
 
She reached forward and tenderly grasped her first manstalk, marveling at the 
hardness under such delicate flesh. Her fist slipped up to encounter the bulk of 
the head, then opened to enclose it, feeling the heavy spongy mass throb under 
her touch. Her hand reached, fingertips exploring gently the folds and wrinkles 
of the scrotal sac then carefully lifting, hefting the mass of that most 
sensitive of male organs. She drank in the sights and scents of the aroused male 
child and knew that she would never be quite the same, consumed by a new primal 
force welling up, awakened within her. She recognized her own scent of arousal 
mixing with his in the summer morning air. Her hand formed around his length and 
slowly stroked its length as her cunt lips swelled in arousal. 
 
She was suddenly aware of sound of her breathing and his, filling the air with 
the gently hurried music of lust. She pressed his hardness within her palm and 
stroked once more then started at the spurt of pearly male essence erupting from 
its tip and the several that followed, landing on his chest and abdomen as he 
spent himself with a groan. She looked in wonder at his cum splattered body, 
then laughed in delight that she had made him erupt. She watched in wonder as 
his cock softened, shrank and wilted to lie against him, spent. She nudged the 
resting much reduced organ with the tip of her finger, then took the wobbly 
nubbin into her hand amazed at the sudden and complete change in size, shape, 
and consistency only to feel it slowly begin to fill and harden again. She 
laughed softly, entranced as it grew to fill her palm and continue stiffening 
until it stood erect once again. 
 
She looked up to see him watching her sheepishly, a much softer light in his 
eyes than had glowed there moments before. She grinned at him and stood, 
thoughtfully, then disappeared into his bathroom to emerge a minute later with a 
warm, wet washcloth. She bathed his spattered body tenderly, removing the sticky 
evidence of their wanton play. She bent to kiss him, thrilling again at the 
contact between their nude bodies and then took the washcloth to the bathroom 
hamper.
 
Because his sister was usually home, the two were rarely able to repeat their 
dalliance. Aware that her apparent tomboyish innocence and the evident platonic 
nature of their relationship provided their greatest defense, the couple took 
pains to ensure that nothing seemed to change while stealing opportunities to 
revel in kisses, caresses, and occasional perusal of nakedness. 
 
Months later, Theresa first took a swollen cockhead into her inquisitive mouth. 
Soon after that, Steve explored the mysteries of her sex with his tongue, 
savoring her taste. Often thereafter, as often as could be arranged, Theresa 
drank his sperm and Steve tasted her virginal spend. They often discussed the 
eventual loss of their virginity, straining cock in newly opened vaginal 
splendor, but chose to continue pleasing each other with lips and tongues. 
 
Because they could not be boyfriend-girlfriend and retain the freedom they 
savored and exploited, both occasionally dated other people. Steve, now expert 
in kissing and relatively wise to feminine mysteries, found himself much in 
demand by appreciative teenage girls. He tasted many kisses and fondled numerous 
naked tits and cunts, but refused to endanger his younger lover by exposing her 
to sexually transmitted diseases. He developed a reputation as a tender, 
discreet, and generous massager of feminine charms capable of delivering 
delicious climaxes with his hands and mouth-on-mouth kisses alone. 
 
Theresa, being younger and tomboyish, dated infrequently and preserved the image 
of wide-eyed innocence. Occasionally wrestling matches ensued, netting her date 
with a hastily palmed breast or pussy mound, but these came at a price – no 
further dates and painful injuries inflicted on sensitive areas. No one but 
Steve ever viewed her increasingly feminine attributes. No one but Steve enjoyed 
her astonishingly capable cocksucking talents.
 
… and that’s my story. Here I am virginal, except that Steve tells me that I 
give great head. Perhaps you would be satisfied with a very willing cocksucker 
instead of…” Her moist eyes searched his face for mercy. “ No, I guess you 
wouldn’t,” she sighed. “Three years of saving my cherry for Steve – and you’re 
going to get it instead.”
 
He kissed her tenderly. “Sorry, little one. I’m afraid Steve is just going to 
miss out. It’s up to you whether you tell him or not – I’m certainly not going 
to.”
 
“You forget, Charles, Glenda, and Melody know I’m your sex slave. They won’t all 
be able to keep a secret like that, even if I chose to deceive Steve. Which I 
won’t.”
 
“Will he be angry?”
 
“With you, yes. Very angry. He’ll want to kill you if you’re not already dead – 
maybe even then. Though he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even kill a rapist like you. 
But with me he’ll be very sensitive, very tender and he’ll cry with me over my 
stolen, long anticipated gift for him. But now you know my life story, exposed 
for your fun and games. You’re the only one who knows. Are you going to further 
damage me by telling my siblings about my sexual relationship with Steve? They’d 
be quite astonished, you know. Very surprised. I’m sure you’d enjoy it.
 
“I’m cruel, I know, but your secret is safe with me.”
 
“Thank you. I mean that. You confuse me – you are a cruel rapist, taking my 
virginity by threatening to rape my sister – a little girl, yet you treat me 
tenderly. It doesn’t make sense.”
 
“I have always – up until now – been tender and loving in my relationships with 
women. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that you have to pay this price for your 
parent’s sins. I really am very sad about that. I never would have had the 
opportunity to make love with you, but if I had I would have cherished you 
tenderly and carefully. Tonight I will rape you with all the tenderness and love 
I can invest in such a horrifying act, because I desperately want to taste that 
tenderness and affection before I die.”
 
“Were you this way with Mom? Tender and loving, I mean?”
 
He laughed bitterly. “Oh, yes. She was the lost and lonely widow, needing solace 
and tender lovemaking to ease her burden. I wined and dined her, laughed with 
her and cried with her. I took her on business trips with me and we made long, 
sweet, delicious love. Your mother – in the guise of that despairing widow – was 
the best lover I’d ever known and, I thought, a soul mate. And it was all a lie. 
She intended for me to die and she was going to take my money and property.”
 
“What was their plan? What do you think they were going to do?”
 
“She used the business trips to steal my identity. Then she and your father made 
contacts with the criminal world in Thailand and began buying and selling sex 
slaves.” Theresa gasped in horror. “Yes, it’s true. Your parents are slavers of 
the worst variety. After several months of buying and selling sex slaves – 
little girls like Melody, quite often – they established trust in my name. Then 
they sold twenty young girls, American virgins, for a huge sum. Over five 
million American dollars. They took the money – and stiffed the buyers. They 
didn’t have the twenty young American girls. Never did. Had no intention of 
delivering. Meanwhile, I am totally in the dark, bringing my lover roses and 
drinking champagne from her pussy while she skillfully sucked my cock – you 
aren’t the only great cocksucker in your family, believe me. It was ten days ago 
that they took the money and ran. The delivery was supposed to be a week ago. 
Now I am being pursued by international hit men with a million dollar price on 
my head.”
 
“How did you find out?”
 
“I have a friend in military intelligence. My name started appearing in 
communications they were monitoring in terrorist groups – yes, terrorist groups. 
There’s some overlap between organized crime and terrorists, I guess. Not 
surprising. They did some investigation and found out about the fraudulent sale. 
It was apparent to them that someone was using my identity – the physical 
description was all wrong. Fortunately, the hit men are looking for a six-three 
blonde man with dark roots and a rose-colored birthmark on his neck.”
 
“Dad,” the horrified teen gasped.
 
“Yes, your dad. They also have a good description of your mom. My understanding 
is that she helped your dad kidnap girls in third world countries. They posed as 
missionaries, of all things, on aid missions. Your mother gained the confidence 
of the young girls and invited them on a shopping trip into a nearby city. Their 
families never saw the girls again. They would later appear on the streets and 
whorehouses of Thailand. Your mother has been gone a lot, hasn’t she? She’s 
either been fucking me, quite expertly, or stealing little girls and selling 
them into sex slavery.”
 
“I don’t believe you, you know. My parents wouldn’t do that.” Theresa’s eyes 
were filled with pain and misery – and passionate denial.
 
“I don’t expect you to. I don’t want you to. If you believed me, you might not 
care if I kill your parents and walk away from me. I want you to stay.”
 
“So I can be your sex slave. Isn’t that what you’re making me? A sex slave?”
 
“Yes, it is. I wish it could be otherwise, but I will not die without taking as 
much pleasure as I can first. Besides, your parents didn’t care enough to save 
you. They could have, but didn’t.”
 
“How?”
 
“Your parents think I am going to deliver all four of you as sex slaves to the 
Thai syndicate.”
 
“You’re lying!” Theresa gasped in pain. “My parents wouldn’t do that to me! Not 
to Charles and Glenda and especially not to Melody! They love us!”
 
“I’ll admit they had a hard choice. They could let you be sold as sex slaves – 
or they could face the Thai syndicate themselves, in person. They would have 
died a horrible death without question. They chose to live and to let you become 
sexual playthings for disgusting men and women in Thailand.”
 
“I can’t believe this. I won’t believe this. Why would I believe you – you who 
are going to rape me tonight.”
 
He shrugged. “So don’t believe me. Believe what you will.” He consulted his 
watch. “It’s time for swimming classes. Let’s go.” He lifted her from his lap 
and, standing, took her into his arms for a kiss. “Don’t forget the enthusiasm,” 
he smiled, bitterly. He kissed her again as she responded with all the fake 
enthusiasm she could muster.
 
“When we go swimming, you will not cover yourself like you did this afternoon. 
You will leave your arms at your sides and you will maintain an erect posture. 
You will instruct your sisters to do the same.”
 
“So you can get a good eyeful, I suppose.”
 
“Yes, so I can enjoy looking at three topless nubile young girls.”
 
She stifled her anger, afraid that he would go further if she protested. “OK. 
They will be presented for your viewing pleasure.”
 
He kissed her again, and then he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, gazing into her 
eyes. She tried not to flinch, but her anguish spoke in her hopeless but 
carefully constructed pose of indifference.
 
“We might as well get you ready for the swimming lesson, yes?” He opened the 
blouse and pushed it back on her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts to his 
appreciative gaze. He bent and kissed each nipple, then unbuttoned and unzipped 
her pants. He slid them down her muscular but very feminine legs and waited for 
her to lift her feet before removing them and tossing them onto the bed. He 
gently cupped her pudenda in his hand and kissed her again.
 
After he released her from the kiss and his embrace, he watched her firm 
panty-clad ass and lithe body as she walked to the bed and shook the pants out, 
then hung them in the closet. She then returned to him and looked up at him 
expectantly.  He kissed her again; she returned his kiss with faked ardor.
 
“Wouldn’t you rather just go to bed, Tark,” she breathed. “You’ve got a hot 
virgin pussy waiting for you.”
 
“Your love for your sisters is admirable, Theresa. You are willing to accelerate 
your loss of your virginity so you can save your sisters from being ogled 
topless. That is really wonderful. But it won’t work. Sorry. It really is 
important that they be able to swim that distance – that’s a reality. It will be 
a life-and-death reality, so you need to help me whip them into shape if you 
want to save their lives. My enjoyment of their topless state is just a fringe 
benefit for me.”
 
“It doesn’t bother you that we’ll be topless in front of our own brother?”
 
“Not at all. When I was his age, I would have been thrilled to see my sisters 
naked, and they weren’t nearly as beautiful as you three are. I’m doing him a 
favor.”
 
“I doubt he’ll thank you for it. Under other circumstances, I know he would 
enjoy it, but not with you forcing it on us. It doesn’t bother you that my 
sisters and I will be mortified to be seen topless by our brother?”
 
“Nope. Not a bit.”
 
Theresa turned and started walking toward the stairs.
 
“Don’t forget that you’re my fun loving playmate. Why don’t you ride down the 
stairs on my back. Laugh a little.”
 
She turned, mustering a smile, and kissed him passionately. “Why don’t you just 
fuck me on the kitchen table right in front of them. That should be amusing.”
 
“Hmm. Not tonight. Tonight will be special, private, romantic. Maybe tomorrow, 
though.”
 
The topless teen shuddered with fear that he might just do exactly that and 
resolved to keep her mouth shut – whenever she wasn’t busy sucking his cock. 
That thought sent another shudder through her body. She jumped onto his back and 
tried to laugh convincingly. It took several efforts before it sounded slightly 
credible to her own ears. She saw her siblings stand from the couch where they 
had been pretending to watch television while speculating on what he had been 
doing with her upstairs. She let herself drop from his back and walked around 
him to confront the silent three. They rocked in shock at her panty-clad form.
 
Tark watched them, amused. “It’s time for swimming and work outs. We’ll swim 
until we can’t swim anymore, then we’ll break for a half-hour before going to 
the exercise room. We’ll swim again after exercising, then turn in for some 
sleep. This is for your benefit. I’m not kidding or even exaggerating when I 
tell you that we will have to swim a half-mile into a Thai beach. If you cannot 
swim that distance, you will drown and I won’t be able to do anything about it. 
If you want to live, you will learn to swim more than a half-mile without rest.”
 
“Now I have to go prepare the pool. You’ve got about ten minutes – be at the 
pool in ten minutes or less, capice?” They all nodded fearfully. He turned and 
walked away.
 
“Are you all right,” Glenda asked Theresa? “Cover yourself! Charles is here!”
 
“I’m fine. He still hasn’t done anything much – some kissing and touching a 
little. But he will be taking my virginity tonight, no question about it. I 
don’t want you all to be worrying about it. I’ve decided that I’m going to make 
the best of it that I can. I don’t have a choice, so I’m going to try to enjoy 
it.”
 
“Enjoy it!” The three spoke at once, explosively.
 
“Yes, enjoy it. You’ve heard the saying, just lie back and enjoy it. I can’t 
fight it, so I’m going to do my very best to enjoy it. Don’t be shocked at 
anything I do – it’s for our benefit, not his. But you’re not getting out of it 
scot-free either, I’m sorry to say. Girls, you will be swimming just as I am. 
You are to keep your arms at your side – no hiding your breasts.” Both girls 
gasped. “And your posture will be correct – push those titties out there. He 
wants to see them standing high and proud. I suggest that you do as I am doing – 
pretend with every fiber of your being that you are with someone you love. He 
will get what he wants – whether you’re willing or not. You will be able to keep 
more dignity if you do it willingly.”
 
“What if he wants to…” Melody quavered.
 
Theresa took her into her arms and held her lovingly. “I am doing everything in 
my power to prevent that. Everything. If I have to have sex with him with you 
all watching, it will be worth it if he is satisfied and doesn’t rape you. And I 
will do just that if I think it will help, do you understand? I need your 
cooperation. You all need to keep a smile on your face and fake a good attitude. 
If he does something to you, pretend to like it – laugh if you can. Hopefully, I 
will see what is going on and I will divert his attention to me – whatever it 
may take to accomplish that.”
 
“Remember this – it’s really important. What he really wants it to be loved and 
appreciated. It’s hard to believe, but I think he’s hurting a lot and very 
enraged. He’s taking it out on me. He admits it and even apologizes for it, but 
he’s doing it anyway. So try to be friendly and loving toward him. There will be 
time when we’re all safe and away from him to scream and cry and try to get him 
killed – if he’s still alive.”
 
“Do you think he’s really in danger of being killed tomorrow? Or is it just a 
story to justify his abuse of us,” Glenda asked.
 
“I don’t know how much if any of it I believe. I really do think he’s 
murderously angry with our parents. That much I believe.”
 
Melody spoke through tears even as she tried valiantly to stem them. “Are we 
going to be killed, too?”
 
“No, honey. We won’t. He has said a lot about what to do when and if he is 
killed. And he’s protecting us when he goes to meet those criminals tomorrow. We 
will be up on the hill in the Suburban. If he gets killed or if anyone tries to 
approach us, we drive away as fast as we can to the nearest police station.”
 
“Why don’t we just do that anyway.”
 
“Because Mom and Dad will die if we do.”
 
“Oh.”
 
“Now girls, strip down to panties. Charles, please be kind to us and don’t look 
at us – this is horrible enough as it is. But don’t appear to be looking away. 
If he wants you to look at us, to talk about how pretty we are, do what he wants 
and pretend to like it. Hell, you might really like it,” she smiled quaveringly. 
“But if you can, your sisters would appreciate it if their brother didn’t gawk 
at them, ok?”
 
He nodded somberly then turned his back as Melody and Glenda began stripping.
 
Four hours of exhausting swimming and working out in the exercise room followed, 
each dedicated to the task, firmly believing that their life depended on being 
able to swim the half mile. During the grueling session, Tark frequently admired 
the high, firm cones on the young girl’s chests and the panty clad firm butts, 
not to mention the hidden clefts whose contours were clearly revealed by the 
clinging panties. He did not, however, require Charles to participate, nor did 
he tease or otherwise cause the girls additional discomfort. Nor did he cause 
Theresa additional outrage by touching her, other than occasional kisses and 
embraces. 
 
But it was all too much for her younger sister. John brusquely ended the swim 
session. “Ok. Enough swimming. Let’s go to the exercise room. We’ll take a 
fifteen minute break, then we’ll start exercising.”
 
“No,” Glenda said sullenly. “I’m done. I’m finished. I’m going in to bed. Fuck 
you.” She stood, hands on hips, breasts heaving with the exertion of swimming.
 
“Melody, come here,” he said quietly. “You will pay the price for your sister’s 
disobedience.” John took the young girl’s arm and pulled her up from the water 
where she had been clinging to the side of the pool, winded from her efforts to 
keep up with her siblings and their captor. She began crying silently as he put 
her on her feet, not looking at him.
 
“Wait! What are you doing?! I’m the one you should be punishing – not Melody.” 
Glenda rounded on John, fists clenched. 
 
“Your actions don’t affect just you. It’s time you learned that. You quit on me, 
your parents die. You screw off while we’re working to improve our strength – 
incidentally, so we can survive the swim into shore in Thailand – and Melody 
pays a price.” He reached down and pulled Melody’s panties to her knees in one 
motion. 
 
“Stop! Stop! Ok! I’ll do what you say. Just leave Melody alone,” Glenda 
screamed. 
 
“Melody, leave your panties where they are.” The girl had stooped to pull them 
up, her face aflame. She slowly stood again, her hands over her private parts. 
“Drop your hands to your sides.” She obeyed, fear plainly written across her 
face. He pushed a foot between her ankles and forced her legs about six inches 
apart as Melody sobbed audibly. He faced Glenda. “Are you willing to take your 
punishment, then do as I say? Or do I continue with Melody?”
 
“I said I would! Stop scaring her! Stop being so mean to her. I’ll take my 
punishment.”
 
He put his arm around Melody; she shrank away from him. He slapped her butt, 
hard. “Cooperate, Melody, or it just gets worse.” She cried out at the blow, 
then sagged against him in silent tears. He drew her close and stroked her 
reddening butt tenderly. “Sorry, Melody. I hope I won’t have to do that again. 
Perhaps your siblings will understand that I will be obeyed. Do you think?” She 
nodded rapidly, clearly uncomfortable with his hand stroking her bare ass. He 
moved his hand to her hair and stroked it tenderly, then bussed her cheek. “I 
like you, Melody. I know you don’t like me – I don’t like me much right now, 
either. I hope that things will go a little smoother, now. Don’t move, don’t 
pull up your panties until I tell you, ok?” She nodded again. He kissed her 
cheek again, then released her.
 
“Come here, Glenda.” The young girl hesitantly and slowly walked toward him.
 
“Damn you!” Charles launched himself at the much older and larger man. John 
sidestepped the attack and tripped the young boy, then grabbed him by the neck 
and jerked him to his feet. The older man slammed a fist into the boy’s gut then 
let him fall to the ground. The boy gasped for air, doubled up, crying. His 
elder sister, Theresa, screamed.
 
“Stop it! Stop it! I told you to do what he said!” She ran to her brother and 
knelt beside him, holding him. She turned to Glenda and spat, “Isn’t this whole 
situation bad enough without you making it worse? I told you to do what he says. 
Do you understand?” Glenda nodded numbly. Theresa turned her attention to 
Charles. “Are you trying to get us hurt? Raped? Now you behave yourself and do 
what you’re told, do you get it?” He nodded through his tears then leaned 
sideways and threw up noisily. He cried disconsolately.
 
John stood, watching the siblings interact tearfully. He had known that it was 
necessary to goad the teenagers into defying him so that he could establish his 
dominance, but it wasn’t something he enjoyed. All the same, it was necessary. 
He grimaced at the thought that he was putting them through an extreme boot camp 
experience, more extreme than that he himself had endured – and hated. The 
siblings watching his expression, misread it, and quailed in fear.
 
“You, too, Charles must learn that your failures affect everyone. Unfortunately, 
Melody pays the price for your failures. Come here, Melody.”
 
Terror was writ large across the girl’s face as she tearfully but obediently 
waddled to him, her steps constrained by the panties at her knees. 
 
“Look into my eyes, Melody,” he said quietly. She lifted her head and sought his 
eyes with hers. “Now, continue looking me in the eyes and take your panties off, 
Melody,” he said quietly. Looking upward into his eyes, the girlish teen bent to 
push her panties to her ankles, then remove them from one foot and then the 
other. She glanced briefly to receive Theresa’s gravely encouraging nod, then 
back up into his eyes.
 
“Have you ever been touched by a boy or a man, Melody?” 
 
Melody blushed, darting a questioning look toward Theresa again. Her eyes 
dropped. “Yes.” John noted Glenda’s look of amazement as she stood behind her 
little sister. 
 
“Keep your eyes on mine, Melody.” She lifted her eyes again. “Have you touched a 
boy or a man on his private parts, Melody? Keep looking into my eyes.”
 
Melody nodded again, reluctantly. Glenda gaped. John let his eyes flicker to 
Theresa and Charles who were likewise dumbfounded at Melody’s admittance.
 
“Would you like me to touch you, Melody? Would you like to touch me?”
 
Melody energetically shook her head at both questions, looking fearfully into 
his eyes.
 
John smiled. “I can understand that. This is a horrible situation, isn’t it.” 
She nodded. “I understand, Melody. It’s a horrible situation for me, too. And 
I’m sorry that I’m being so mean to you and your siblings. But it’s going to 
continue this way unless everyone does what they’re told. Do you understand?” 
Melody nodded warily. “Now, I’m not going to ask you to touch me. But if there 
are further challenges to my authority, that will happen – that and more. Do you 
understand?” Melody nodded again. “Now, come and stand by my side and tell your 
siblings here that you don’t want to pay anymore penalties for their actions, 
ok?”
 
The barely pubescent girl slowly walked to his side and turned to face her 
siblings. He put and arm around her and pulled her to him, then stroked her back 
and her sweetly rounded butt. “Please,” she begged her sisters and brother with 
a sob, “don’t do anything to make him mad. I don’t like this. I don’t want to 
have to do anything else. Please?” The siblings nodded their agreement mutely. 
 
John kissed her forehead tenderly and gently slapped her butt. “Go stand next to 
Theresa, but you will stay naked until you go to bed, understand? That’s part of 
the penalty.” She nodded and rapidly walked over to Theresa who clasped her to 
her breast and held her, stroking her back tenderly as the younger girl sobbed.
 
“Melody, turn around and stand next to Theresa. Hands at your sides, Melody,” he 
corrected the girl. “Glenda, come here.” Glenda warily obeyed, walking up to him 
slowly. “Are you ready for your punishment, Glenda?” She nodded meekly. “Do you 
think it fair that Melody has to be naked for what you did while you’re not?” 
Glenda shook her head resignedly. “I’m going to pick you up and stand you on the 
diving board, then I’m going to take your panties off. Are you ready?” She 
nodded again, eyes brimming with unshed tears. 
 
John moved to her side and put one arm around her lower back, the other across 
her thighs, sweeping her off her feet. He carried her to the diving board and 
placed her on the board feet-first. She stood and turned to face him. Her 
siblings fearfully moved to stand behind John at his signal. “Look into my eyes, 
Glenda.” She lowered her eyes to his which were about level with her crotch. 
“Doesn’t Melody look pretty standing there naked, Glenda?” She nodded fearfully, 
unsure of where he was going. “Then tell her, Glenda. Tell her she looks pretty 
standing there naked, but in your own words. Don’t just repeat what I said.”
 
Tearfully, Glenda spoke to her sister. “You look… beautiful standing by the pool 
naked, Melody. I’m so sorry, Melody,” she sobbed. 
 
“Now look into my eyes, Glenda.” She tearfully obeyed. He ran his hands 
appreciatively over her smooth, muscular legs until he rested his palms on her 
wet panty-clad butt. He took the elastic waistband in his fingers and rolled the 
panties down to the top of her pubis. “Are you a virgin, Glenda?” Her face went 
scarlet, but she hesitantly shook her head. “That surprises me, Glenda. How old 
are you?”
 
“I’m fifteen,” she whispered.
 
Do you like sex?” She nodded. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
 
“Will you leave Theresa alone if I have sex with you,” she asked quietly.
 
He tugged her panties lower, exposing the light, sparse hair of her pubis and 
the upper portion of her pubic notch. “No, Theresa will be sleeping in my bed, 
regardless. That’s very thoughtful of you, though.”
 
“Then, no. I don’t want to have sex with you.”
 
He smiled and tugged the panties down further, completely exposing her sex. “You 
have a very pretty body, Glenda. I’m sure that your lover appreciates it. I envy 
him that he has such a beautiful and willing lover.” He pulled her panties down 
to her knees. “You understand that further punishment will involve intimate 
touching, perhaps even some form of sex, don’t you?” She nodded reluctantly. 
“And that Melody will be subject to that as well as you.” She nodded again, 
glancing at her younger sister. He pulled the panties to her feet and gestured 
for her to lift one foot then the other so he could completely remove her 
panties. He threw them into the pool. “Tomorrow, Melody will be allowed to wear 
her panties. You will not. Do you understand?” She nodded, biting her lip.
 
“Turn around, Glenda.” She turned away from them. He adjusted her feet, moving 
them well apart. “Now bend over and hold onto your ankles, Glenda.” She 
hesitated then complied. Her new position displayed her sex deliciously between 
her thighs. He ran his hands lovingly over the backs of her legs and lavished 
great attention on her raised asscheeks. He slowly ran his fingers across her 
exposed pubis. “Brace yourself, Glenda. I am going to spank you now. Are you 
ready?” He looked through her open thighs to see her nod. Her face was aflame 
with embarrassment. 
 
John jumped onto the diving board next to Glenda. He put his left arm across her 
arched back and brought his hand down onto her naked ass hard. Glenda jerked and 
cried out. John stroked and massaged the reddening asscheek tenderly. He reached 
between her thighs and slowly stroked her sex once, then continued his massage 
of her butt. He suddenly swung his hand high and landed another sharp blow to 
her other asscheek. Glenda screamed then sobbed. John stroked and massaged the 
newly injured buttock, reached between her thighs to apply a lingering touch to 
her nether lips, then continued the gentle massage of her ass. 
 
After her sobs subsided, John spoke to her soothingly. “Ok, honey. Let your 
ankles go. Stand up.” He helped her rise from her doubled position. He drew her 
to him and hugged her gently, stroking her back until her stiffened, resistant 
body relaxed into his. He kissed her forehead, then took her face in his hands 
and kissed her tenderly on her lips, waiting for her lips to soften against his. 
He again took her into his arms as before, jumped from the diving board, and 
placed her back on her feet with another tender kiss. “Now, our break is over. 
Let’s go to the exercise room.” He led them off, Melody looking longingly over 
her shoulder at her panties lying on the pool deck.
 
“We shall be working to build up our arms, shoulders and legs as well as 
increasing our endurance,” John said to the siblings gathered around him. To 
start off with, Melody and Glenda will be jumping rope, Charles will be pumping 
iron with the free weights, and Theresa will be lifting weights on the universal 
gym. Are you all familiar with the universal gym?”
 
“Yes, we have an exercise room at home with a universal gym,” Theresa said. “We 
all use it regularly.”
 
“Good. Get started. We’ll work out for fifteen minutes, then shift to another 
exercise.” He handed jump ropes to the younger girls. Charles adjusted the free 
weights to his needs. John took Theresa’s hand and led her to the universal gym. 
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly with rising passion. She 
felt his cock pressing into her abdomen, rigid and long. She pulled away from 
him.
 
“That turned you on, what you did to Melody and Glenda, didn’t it?” She accused 
angrily.
 
“Of course, Theresa. I don’t mind punishing them – I rather enjoyed it. They 
probably should be very careful about giving me excuses to punish them – I was 
very tempted to go much further than I did.”
 
She stared at him in consternation. “I’m cooperating with you so you will leave 
my sisters alone.”
 
“And I am practicing incredible restraint, Theresa. But I will brook no 
opposition. And I will take every opportunity to play with your little sisters 
that they offer. I appreciate your cooperation and I am honoring our little 
agreement – to a point. Beyond that point – if they offer further opposition or 
disobedience – I will enjoy their punishments immensely. And yes, to answer the 
question you’re afraid to ask, I will eventually fuck them in front of all of 
you if they provoke me further. There are all kinds of fun things I could employ 
as punishment. I am very imaginative. Perhaps,” he smiled, “you should be making 
an effort to distract me from your sister’s charms.”
 
She shuddered in apprehension, fearful of the consequences he would be all too 
willing to place upon her sisters. Steeling herself to the sacrifice, she forced 
a seductive smile and pressed herself to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. 
She kissed him with increasing ardor and passion, ignoring the faltering 
exertions of her siblings as they watched in amazement. He held her tightly with 
one arm, cupping and fondling a full, firm naked breast and rubbing the nipple 
with his thumb. He finally ended the kiss and stepped away from her with a 
mocking smile. “Get to work, love. Gotta strengthen those muscles.” He moved to 
another part of the universal gym and beginning his own workout. “Get back to 
work, kids! Stop your gawking,” he barked.
 
Twice they stopped to rotate among the various pieces of workout equipment, 
taking a drink of water and a brief rest and stretch break before starting anew. 
John openly admired the two nude girls, appreciatively gazing at wonderful sight 
of them working out, exposing themselves involuntarily as they moved about on 
the equipment. 
 
“Back to the pool, kiddos,” he called. “We’re done in the exercise room tonight. 
Just a few more laps, then we’ll call it a night.” Theresa walked up to him and 
pulled his head down for a long kiss. She then put her arms around him and they 
walked to the pool behind the younger members of the party. They watched as the 
twins and Melody plunged into the pool, clearly grateful for the cooling water 
after the long workout. John picked up Theresa as he had Glenda earlier, kissed 
her tenderly then kissed her breasts. He grinned at her and dropped her into the 
water as she cried out in surprise. He looked up to see the other siblings 
watching and winked at them. “Swim those laps,” he cried. “Move!” They continued 
their swimming. He jumped in beside Theresa and kissed her once again, fondling 
her ass. “Let’s get these laps done. I’m anxious to get you alone in our 
bedroom.” Theresa forced a smile and then began her laps.
 
Their laps completed, John called them all to the poolside. “It’s been very nice 
for me, seeing you girls naked,” he began, smiling at their blushes. “Tomorrow, 
Melody you may wear your panties – until someone does something requiring that 
they be disciplined. Today was our first day, so I’ve exercised a lot of 
restraint –it’s difficult having a sexy, naked girl in front of me and doing 
nothing but a little touching and kissing. Next time it will be much more 
enjoyable for me, do you understand?” Four heads nodded somberly, fearfully. 
 
“Tomorrow morning, early, we will have another swim and exercise session, then I 
have my meeting.” He paused and continued somberly. “If I survive that meeting, 
we will all meet here again for another swim and exercise party. If you see 
anyone approach the house or if anyone attempts to approach you on the road, 
Theresa knows what to do. We will be meeting late tomorrow at another place, if 
that happens. If I am killed tomorrow, you have my most humble apologies for 
what I have put you through and my condolences on the deaths of your parents. 
Any questions?” He stood gestured for the siblings to exit the water. “Ok, 
Melody and Glenda may kiss me goodnight, then you should all shower and go to 
bed.” 
 
He held out his arms to the nude girls who reluctantly entered his embrace and 
endured his kisses as his hands caressed their backs and asses. He released them 
and lightly slapped their butts, hurrying them on their way. Charles had watched 
sullenly and glared at John, then turned to follow his sisters inside, glancing 
back with a troubled gaze at his eldest sister who stood by the pool, waiting 
for John’s attention.
 
John directed Theresa to lie down on the chaise next to the pool. He went to the 
bar and poured a scotch for himself. He then mixed a Long Island Tea and handed 
it to her.
 
“What’s this?”
 
“Long Island Tea. It tastes good and has a hell of a kick. If you have a few of 
those, you won’t remember much of what happens tonight.” She accepted the drink 
and tasted it with a slight grimace.”
 
“I know you could have made it much worse tonight,” she said. “So thank you.”
 
He nodded. “You’re welcome. I wish we could have met under different 
circumstances. You seem like a nice kid. And I’ve always been a very nice person 
before.”
 
“You still could be. It’s your choice.” She spoke earnestly, her heart in her 
eyes. “We wouldn’t even tell anyone what you’ve done so far. We’d just be 
grateful and not say anything to anyone.”
 
“Nice try, but, no. I’m sorry, but I’m not dying without some last few 
pleasures. I can’t tell you how tempted I was to just have all you girls 
tonight, knowing I may die in the morning.”
 
“Do you really expect to die?”
 
He looked into the night with haunted eyes. “I’ve been told by my contact in 
military intelligence that I have less than a fifty percent chance of surviving 
tomorrow’s meeting. Tonight is likely my last night.”
 
“Why are you meeting them?”
 
“They are representatives of the syndicate. If I can convince them that I can 
deliver the money or the sex slaves, they might let me live and make the 
delivery. That’s why we’ve got to go to Thailand.”
 
“And if they let you go, let us go, what happens? You don’t have the money and, 
unless you’re selling us as sex slaves, you don’t have sex slaves, either. Are 
you selling us?”
 
“No. Unless something goes terribly wrong, you will not end up as sex slaves.”
 
“That’s not very encouraging. You’re expecting things to go terribly wrong. 
You’re expecting to die. So why would we not end up as sex slaves, too?”
 
“There is a plan, Theresa. And I have taken extreme caution to ensure that you 
will not fall into their hands.”
 
“How can I believe you?”
 
“I wouldn’t if I were you. You’re only risking it because you want to save your 
mother and father. Other than that, all you’ve got is my word.”
 
“Again, small comfort.”
 
“Have I lied to you?”
 
“I don’t know. Not that I’m aware of.”
 
He shrugged. “Here, I’ll make you another Long Island Tea.” He reached for her 
glass, but she held it out of his reach.
 
“I’m losing my virginity tonight,” she said quietly but with determination, eyes 
downcast. “It’s the only time it’ll happen, so I want to remember it. Even if 
it’s not the person and the circumstances I’ve always dreamed it would be, it’s 
important.” She looked up at him somberly. “And you said you would be gentle and 
tender.”
 
He stood and kissed her tenderly, then started to walk toward the house holding 
her hand. She appeared to be an enthusiastic participant – at least to the three 
pair of eyes watching from a first floor bedroom window. She saw the parted 
blind and blushed at the thought of her siblings watching her kiss Tark so 
passionately dressed in only soaking wet panties. She stopped and pulled him 
toward her and kissed him again, moving his hand up to cup her breast, then 
seizing the other and pushing it onto her ass. If they were going to watch, she 
would make sure they got an eyeful. She slid her small hand into his trunks and 
fondled his growing organ, startled at the size of her first adult cock. He 
returned the favor by pushing her panties down so he could fondle her bare ass – 
an ass pointed at the window full of peepers. 
 
“Take my panties off. Carry me inside naked,” she told the astonished Tark. He 
turned her around, facing that window, and stripped her panties from her, 
throwing them into the pool with Glenda’s. He kissed her again, gently running 
his fingertips over her sex, then lifted her in his arms and kissed her further, 
bestowing kisses on her lips, neck, chest and hardening nipples. He began 
walking slowly toward the house.
 
“Oh, jeez! I can’t believe she’s actually doing it!” cried Melody. She turned 
away from the window, astonished at seeing her elder sister being carried nude 
into the house. “She’s actually going to have sex with him!”
 
“You’d better go shower and go to sleep, Melody,” Charles said somberly. We’re 
getting up early for more swimming and exercise. Try not to think about Theresa 
– she’s a big girl and she will be ok. She’s making it the best she can.”
 
“I guess!” muttered Glenda. She looked apologetically at Charles reproachful 
look. “I’ll help Melody. We’ll grab a quick shower and fast to sleep. Good 
night, Charlie.” She and Melody kissed their brother good night – not something 
they had done before, but the siblings felt closer now than they ever had. 
Glenda gazed steadily at Charles until he nodded his understanding. Glenda 
ushered her sister out of the room and into their shared bedroom next door.
 
Tark carried the naked teen to the bedroom and pushed the door closed with his 
foot. He lay her on the bed, then turned to light several candles in the room 
and insert a CD into the stereo as she watched him. He turned off the lamps and 
adjusted the volume of the music, then bent to kiss his naked, young lover. He 
picked her up again and continued on into the bathroom and kissed her again, 
then set her on her feet. He reached into the shower and turned it on, then 
adjusted the temperature. “Share a shower with me, milady?”
 
She smiled uncertainly, “Certainly, milord. But please, keep your trunks on for 
just a few minutes, if you don’t mind.”
 
He raised his eyebrows quizzically, then shrugged. “Of course. However I might 
please milady will please me as well.”
 
They stepped into the shower together, she nude and he in his trunks. They 
shampooed each other’s hair and applied conditioner then kissed and began 
washing each other’s bodies with body shampoo. He delighted in running soapy 
hands over her petite, tight curves and missed no part of her. For her part, she 
seemed to enjoy herself as well, giving herself over wantonly with low guttural 
laughter to his intimate touches though she had not touched him intimately yet. 
They rinsed the conditioner from each other’s hair, enjoying the fingers 
massaging the scalp, and then he kissed her yet again and stood, quizzically 
regarding her.
 
Downstairs, Glenda quietly slipped from the room she shared with Melody and into 
Charles’ room. “Charles,” she hissed. “Are you awake?”
 
“Yes. I expected you earlier.”
 
“It took forever to get Melody to sleep.” She slid into his bed and into his 
embrace. They shared a deep kiss. “Charles, I’m dying to fuck – I’m so hot I 
can’t stand it. Please make fuck me now!”
 
He looked startled, “After what he did to you? I thought you’d be wanting to 
just be held while you cried. That was so horrible – I just wanted to die for 
you.”
 
“I can’t explain it, Charles, but it made me really hot.” She took his cock in 
her hand and began to pump it. “I almost was ready to have sex with him while 
you all watched, I was so turned on! I really really hoped he would say that he 
would leave Theresa alone if I had sex with him – I would have done him right on 
the spot! I wanted it! Jeez, to have him strip me and touch me, kiss me – in 
front of all of you! I was totally turned on!”  She kissed him passionately and 
grabbed his hand and pressed it to her breast, still pumping his rapidly 
stiffening shaft.
 
He broke the kiss. “God, it’s a good thing he didn’t know! He probably would 
have done it to you!”
 
She smirked. “He knew, Charles! When he fondled my cunt, he felt the wetness – I 
was dripping! He raised his eyebrows at me and smiled. I just about died then – 
embarrassed and wanting him to fuck me at the same time.” She pushed Charles 
onto his back and mounted him. She spread her legs widely and pressed his 
cockhead to her wet opening. She hissed with pleasure as he slid into her. “Oh, 
jeez. Fuck me, Charles, fuck me hard. I’m so hot…” 
 
Charles fucked up into her hot wet clasping cunt, astonished at the wild 
passionate lover his twin had turned into. Never had he seen her so hot for sex. 
Their sex had always been tender, playful, fun… never this wild or wanton. He 
strained to keep up with the girl hotly gyrating above him, grunting and moaning 
encouragement to him as he drove into her. He grabbed her asscheeks to hold her 
and pull her harder against him; she sucked her breath in sharply. “God, that 
stings!” She pushed her hands over his, holding them harder to her pumping ass. 
She gasped, “Did you see him wallop me with his hand? I couldn’t believe how bad 
that hurt! And it made me even hotter – isn’t that weird? Damn, your cock feels 
so good in my pussy. It’s never felt this good before, Charlie.” 
 
She laughed a stuttering, hiccuping laugh and fell to the side, pulling her twin 
onto her. “Fuck me, fuck me harder, Charlie,” she cried. “Bite my nipples!” 
Charles bent to suck her nipples into his mouth, biting lightly and pulling on 
the rubbery hardness. “Oh, that’s it… harder, Charlie, bite me harder.” He took 
her other nipple and repeated his actions, biting and pulling harder this time. 
He took her legs into his palms and lifted her legs up and onto his shoulders. 
“That’s it, Charlie. Fuck me, Fuck me… God.. Charles!”  She shrieked his name; 
he lifted his eyes to see her mouth frozen open, her eyes straining wildly. He 
hammered his cock into harder than he ever had, plunging deeply into her now 
firmly resisting core as her cunt gripped his cock firmly. He erupted deeply 
inside her body, spewing his hot incestual sperm into her grasping sex. Finally, 
she slowly fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily, eyes closing as she 
relaxed gradually into a contented smile. He fell onto her heavily, spent. For 
long minutes there was only the sound of their gradually relaxing breathing. He 
moved to his side, removing his weight from his sister’s body and cradling her 
tenderly in his arms.
 
She kissed him tenderly and smiled. “That was the most fantastic…”
 
“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning. “You were so hot!”
 
“Maybe I should get stripped, fondled, and spanked more often!”
 
Her brother looked troubled. “Does it have to be by him? I’d be glad to do it, 
Glenda.”
 
She kissed him thoughtfully. “Hmm. I don’t know if that would work. You see, 
part of it was the fear – I didn’t know what he would do next. I was afraid he 
would fuck me, and yet I desperately wanted him to fuck me. And I don’t think I 
could ever be afraid of you, Charlie.”
 
“Glenda, you can’t do that again – push him into punishing you.”
 
“Why not,” she grinned archly. “Next time he just might fuck me – right in front 
of all of you. I think that would turn me on, too. And since you would know that 
I’m really enjoying it, you could enjoy it, too.”
 
“Yeah, but he would punish – and probably rape – Melody, too.”
 
Her grin faded. “Yeah. I can’t risk that. Maybe I can just talk him into letting 
her off the hook. I mean, he’s doing that to control us – he knows we won’t do 
anything to endanger Melody. But if I could get him to let her off the hook…”
 
“You want to fuck him?!”
 
“I do. Does that bother you?”
 
“Why are you so hot for him?”
 
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fear thing, but I want to fuck him.”
 
“I can’t believe this. You’ve never fucked anyone else before except me. Have 
you?”
 
“That’s none of your business, but we’ve always talked about the fact that I 
would fuck other men. We’re brother and sister; no one can know we’re lovers, 
too.”
 
“Ok,” he said dubiously. “I’m not excited about it, though.”
 
“Why? Jealous?”
 
“Yeah. I don’t want you fucking anyone else, even though we’ve talked about it. 
And I especially don’t want you fucking him. He’s been mean to us. Hell, he 
wants to kill mom and dad.”
 
“Maybe. I’m not so sure. I’m beginning to think we’re a lot safer with him than 
it seems. Just let me do it, ok?”
 
“Do I have a choice, really?” 
 
She smiled at him lovingly. “Not really.” She turned to him and kissed him. She 
ended the kiss with a wicked grin and pushed him onto his back, sliding on top 
of him. She slid down his body, keeping her eyes locked onto his. She sucked and 
lightly bit at his nipples, giggling, then continued moving downward. She lifted 
his limp cock with delicate fingers, arching an eyebrow then sucked his length 
into her mouth, sucking him hard. She let him plop out of her mouth then slid 
wantonly up his body and kissed his mouth with an excited grin
 
“I want to go upstairs and see what’s going on.”
 
“We know what’s going on. He’s raping our sister.”
 
“If he is, she’s the most willing victim I’ve ever seen in my life.” She kissed 
him again and ran her hand over his hardening sex. She stroked him easily, 
familiarly. She laughed. “You were getting hard, watching them at the pool, 
weren’t you. I could see you. But it’s ok, I was getting wet myself. In fact, 
I’m getting wet again thinking about it, see.” She took his hand and placed it 
on her pussy. His fingertip stroked the silky folds of his sister’s naked sex, 
then slipped between them to find her wet and hot.
 
“Yeah, it was kind of exciting, even if she was unwilling.”
 
“She’s not so unwilling.”’
 
“You think?”
 
She shivered as he put a finger inside her. “Oh, that’s sweet.  I really want to 
fuck again, but I want to see what’s going on upstairs first.”
 
“Ok”, he sighed, knowing that she would get her way in the end anyway as she 
always did. “But what if we get caught. What do you think he’ll do?”
 
She giggled. “He’ll probably just yell, but he might decide to fuck me, too.”
 
“And if he does?”
 
“Don’t you dare do anything to get in the way! Theresa is acting like she’s 
sacrificing herself for us, and maybe she is, but she’s hot for him, too. I can 
tell. And I want him, too.”
 
“Are you going to do it tonight?”
 
“I don’t think so. I don’t want to horn in when my sister is losing her cherry. 
It’s a special time and I want her to enjoy it. But I want to watch, if I can.”
 
“You may not get the chance to fuck him. It sounds like he might be dead 
tomorrow afternoon.”
 
“Yeah. I’ll have to get him in the morning.” She was squirming on his finger as 
it fucked into her wet cunt. “Tell you what. When we finish the swim and start 
for the exercise room, I’ll pretend to have a cramp. You get the girls into the 
exercise room and I’ll seduce him. So, let’s go.”
 
“Naked?”
 
“Yeah, naked,” she giggled.
 
He shrugged and followed her out the bedroom door. The nude twins paused to 
ensure that Melody was in her bed asleep, then crept up the stairs slowly. At 
the closed bedroom door, they listened carefully.
 
“Do you hear anything, sis?” he whispered.
 
“Something, but it’s really quiet. I think they might be in the bathroom. I’m 
going to look.”
 
“Be careful!”
 
The naked female twin cautiously opened the door, listened, then looked inside. 
“They must be in the bathroom. Let’s hide in the closet!” She crawled into the 
bedroom quietly. He followed close behind – close enough to whiff her 
excitement. She cautiously opened the sliding mirrored closet door and slipped 
into the nearly empty closet, positioning herself to see through the crack 
between the not quite closed door. Charles sat next to her, slipping an arm 
around her nude shoulder and let his hand cup her breast.
 
In the shower, Theresa smiled into Tark’s eyes as she sank to her knees before 
him, placing the bottle of body shampoo on the stall floor. She rubbed his 
stiffening cock through the trunks, slowly moving her palm up then down his 
length. She reached for the waistband of his swimming trunks then paused, 
looking into his eyes. As she slowly pulled the trunks down, she watched as his 
pubic hair and then the top of his cock appeared. The trunks pulled him down, 
and then he sprang up, free of the trunks. Theresa dropped the trunks to the 
floor and helped him step out of them. She smiled up into his face as she took 
him into her hand, then she reached for the body shampoo. Lovingly, slowly, 
tenderly, she washed his entire middle section, paying special attention to his 
cock and balls. She ensured that he was thoroughly rinsed, then watched his eyes 
as she probed his pisshole with the tip of her tongue. She stopped to return his 
broad smile, then pressed his cock to her face, bestowing kisses along its 
length. She gave him a dazzling, naughty smile, then pressed his cockhead to her 
pursed lips and slowly fed his length into her mouth, suckling him gently. He 
groaned at the delightful sensation and the vision of the slender teen kneeling 
before him with his cock deep in her mouth. Slowly she let his length slip from 
her oral embrace, then stood to kiss him. “Just a sample of things to come. 
After you deflower me,” she whispered. “If you like, I’ll wake you up that way. 
Do you want me to?”
 
“Oh, yes!” he laughed. “Absolutely!” He stepped out of the shower and gave her 
his hand to help her out as well. He took a large, fluffy towel and dabbed at 
her flesh, blotting the moisture from her. It was a process that included many 
kisses to every part of her body as he dried her and was accompanied by her 
giggles and quiet laughter. She then returned the favor, including the kisses. 
She had to dry his cock several times, as she would suck it deep into her mouth 
after drying it, making it wet again. Finally, they were both dry, except for 
her pussy which, to his gratification, had become quite damp. He picked up the 
slender nude teen and carried her into the bedroom.
 
“Wow, look at that!” Glenda hissed. “His cock is huge!”
 
“Shhh!” cautioned Charles, irritated with his twin’s obvious excitement at 
seeing the much larger adult male organ. “They’ll hear you!”
 
Tark lay the smiling naked teen on the bed and stood back to enjoy the view. 
Theresa reveled in the attention and rolled about on the bed slowly, let him 
look his fill and making no effort to hide any portion of her delicious anatomy. 
For her part, the excited sixteen-year old enjoyed his obvious admiration of her 
and her view of her first adult erect penis. She reached out while looking into 
his eyes and took him in her hand, stroking gently. She smiled wantonly as she 
kissed the swollen helmet then sucked it between her lips, unwittingly providing 
a perfect profile view for her siblings.
 
“Damn! Look at her! I can’t believe she’s enjoying this!” Charles exclaimed in a 
hushed scream. 
 
His twin reached blindly for him, sliding her hand around his body until she 
found his cock. Without removing her rapt gaze from the carnal couple before 
her, she whispered huskily, “But it seems to be getting you pretty hard, 
watching our elder sister suck a hard adult cock.”
 
Tark’s eyes gleamed as he ran his hands over his under-aged lover’s responsive 
body as he watched the innocent face eagerly sucking him. She finished her oral 
homage and pulled him by his hard handle onto the bed, moving to position 
herself in a sitting position on top of his cock. She leaned over him, pulling 
his head up to her breasts. “Suck them, Tark,” she whispered. She slowly stroked 
her pussy along his cock as he nursed at her firm, conical teen breasts, 
shuddering with building passion. “I want to be on top, the first time, ok?”
 
He looked up into her face as he lightly bit her nipple, nodding with a smile. 
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations of his hardness 
pushing up against her wet labial lips and his teeth and tongue playing across 
her breasts and nipples as he hands tenderly pushed and prodded at the sensitive 
underside. She rotated her hips, dragging herself across him, feeling the 
contours of his sex pressing against hers. Suddenly she was grateful for his 
willingness to let her take her time and enjoy the building urgency toward the 
moment she would take her first cock into her sex, knowing that even Scott with 
his sensitivity and great concern for her pleasure would be too driven by his 
own teen sexual drive to allow her that luxury.
 
Charles and Glenda watched with awe and their own building passion. Charles’ 
cock was rock hard in her slowly moving palm. Her sex began leaking her sexual 
juices onto the floor of the closet. His fingers closed tightly on her breast. 
Both twins fervently hoped that the couple on the bed couldn’t hear their 
breathing as clearly as they could.
 
Theresa smiled shyly, seeing tender regard for her in Tark’s eyes. Her eyes 
never left his as she massaged and tweaked her nipples and then slowly moved her 
hands down her body to her sex. She spread the lips of her cunt over his hard 
sex and carefully moved against him, gasping at the powerful sensations created 
by her naked clit against him. She turned her gaze to the head of his cock 
peeking from between her full, wet nether lips then pulled herself back down his 
length, her breath hissing from between swollen lips. Her fingers slowly wrapped 
around his girth and lifted his length to a vertical position in front of her.  
Licking her lips, she smiled smokily into his rapt visage. “Ready?” she 
whispered huskily.
 
“Are you?” He responded quietly. She nodded. He reached up to pull her down for 
a long, tender, passionate kiss. “You are so beautiful, so wonderful. Thank you 
for making love with me.”
 
She kissed him back with sudden ferocity. “This was not my dream – but it is 
what I want now. Your tenderness, your patience – I love this!” She kissed him 
again, stroking his face as he caressed hers. She lifted his hardness against 
her open sex and bathed the head in her dew as she pressed him against her, 
moving slowly against him. She bit her lip and smiled through brimming tears as 
she felt him slip into her and bump easily against her badge of virginity. He 
cupped her face between his hands and kissed her lovingly as he pressed with 
sudden but tender energy into her, sundering the protective barrier. She moaned 
into his mouth at the painful twinge, then gave herself over to his kiss. With 
an aching slowness, she took his length into her as she savored every sensation 
of his hardness moving into her, through her wetness, through the slight edge of 
pain of her torn innocence. 
 
“Oh, god,” Glenda whispered tearfully, “that is so beautiful…” Charles nodded, 
holding his sister tenderly as he watched another sister lovingly surrender 
herself and her virginity to their captor. The twins felt sexually charged at 
the erotic sight yet also full of thankfulness for their sister’s tender 
initiation. 
 
“I’m ready, Tark. Move in me, make love to me,” the newly deflowered teen smiled 
into her lover’s eyes. Slowly he began withdrawing, then pushing back into the 
tender sex of his lover as she lay over him. She sighed at the emptiness of his 
leaving her body, then moaned throatily as he filled her again. She 
experimentally pushed back at his thrust, cautiously moving to delight in the 
sensations as she varied the angle and depth of his penetration. She sat upon 
him, smiling brilliantly into his eyes and carefully lifted herself, paused, 
then let herself slowly drop onto his length. She cooed and moved her hands over 
her pudenda and abdomen, probing gently for some hint of his presence inside 
her.  He reached up to take her breasts in his hands, prompting another smile. 
She continued slowly moving up and down his length, grinding herself into him at 
the bottom of each cycle.
 
Glenda caught her breath and let it out shakily. “God,” she groaned, “I am so 
damn horny! Look at her! Jeez! She’s hot!” She pulled at Charles hardness. 
“You’ve got to get it in me. I can’t stand it.” She pushed herself up from the 
floor and pulled Charles toward her. “Let me sit on it, like she is. Get under 
me.” Charles scrambled to push himself under his sister’s body, then grasped her 
around the waist and pulled her downward. Glenda held his erect cock under her 
and pointed him at her dripping wet sex. She slowly slid down his body until she 
felt his cock at her opening. With a groan of satisfaction she slid down his 
length until she rested against him, his hardness fully contained within 
herself. He grasped her breasts and fondled them, brushing his thumb against her 
nipples in the way he knew from long experience that she enjoyed the most. She 
began pushing herself up then letting herself drop on him slowly as she watched 
her sister do the same with her middle-aged lover. Charles, unable to see the 
copulating pair, contented himself with making love to his twin and savored the 
feel of her breasts in his hands, her ass moving against his abdomen, and her 
wet cunt sliding up and down his erect stalk.
 
“This is wonderful, Tark,” breathed the teen as the candlelight glowed in the 
sheen of her perspiring body. She had experimented with many different ways of 
taking him into her from above, some more stimulating than others, but all 
wonderfully sensuous. “But I don’t think I can come this way. And I want to 
come. I need you on top of me.” She lifted her arms above her head, sliding on 
his sex and swishing her ass around to intensify the feelings of him inside her. 
She giggled as she slowly danced, moving upwards on him, until he slipped out of 
her sex. “Ohhh. I feel so empty, Tark. You have to fill me up again!” She bent 
to kiss him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it slowly and lovingly. 
She turned to kiss his cock, then sucked it into her mouth, tasting herself 
along with him. He groaned and laughed then pulled her butt to his head. He 
pulled her sex to his mouth, kissed it, and then fucked her with his tongue. 
“Mmm. That feels good, but it will feel even better to have you on top of me and 
in me,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Tarkington. Fuck your deflowered virgin and make 
her come.” She moved onto the bed next to him and fell back, lying next to him 
with her legs wantonly splayed open. Theresa grasped his hardness and used it to 
pull him over her.
 
Glenda gasped at the powerful sight before her and the forces at work inside her 
sex. She rose and fell more quickly on her sibling’s cock, pressing his hands 
against her breasts with her hands while avidly watching the lovemaking in front 
of her.
 
Tarkington rolled onto Theresa and knelt between her open thighs. She stroked 
his cock a couple of times then lifted herself on one elbow as she positioned 
him at the opening of her sex. She pushed up at him as he slowly pressed into 
her. He grasped a butt-cheek in each hand and pulled her against him, burying 
his length inside her, her ass in the air. Tark began moving in her, sawing into 
her pussy, as he let her butt down onto the bed. “Ohh. That feels soooo good, 
Tark!” The tender teen gasped, pushing back up at his thrusts. “Fuck me, Tark. 
Fuck me.” Tark lifted her face in both hands and kissed her passionately, then 
let her lie back to absorb his driving hardness deep inside herself. His hands 
wandered her body, lightly mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking 
the lips of her sex as he drove into her. Her breathing became labored and 
gasping, her legs wrapped around his ass and back in an attempt to pull him even 
deeper inside her.  Her heaving chest pinked, her firm buttocks pushed up at 
him, her eyes glazing as she breathed heavily through her open mouth. Her eyes 
opened wide. “Harder, harder,” she urged her lover. “Do it harder, fuck me 
harder.” He fell onto her, fucking himself into her with unrestrained fervor as 
he kissed her and twisted her hard nipples. She arched up toward her lover, her 
mouth open wide, a startled expression painted her face with a flushed, taut, 
twisted expression and she cried out loudly, screaming, “Ohhhh. Godddd,” before 
falling back onto the bed.
 
Tarkington cradled his barely-old-enough-to-drive lover tenderly in his arms, 
shifting his weight onto his side and pulling her to him. He was still deep 
inside her, his sex flexing vigorously inside hers. Her arms wrapped around his 
head, pulling him to her for a long, tender, passionate but exhausted kiss. She 
began laughing quietly, uncontrollably. “Wow! If I’d known it was going to be 
like that, I would have raped you instead of waiting for you to rape me!”
 
He smiled at her tenderly. “Did I rape you?”
 
“Well, up until a sometime during the shower…, yeah. In a sense. I was having 
sex with you to protect my sisters from your depravity.” She giggled. “If they 
knew what a wonderful lover you are, I’d be protecting you from them instead of 
the other way around.” He laughed gently, very slowly sliding out of her then 
back into her. “Ohhh. That feels so good, lover.” She sighed and snuggled into 
him for a prolonged tender kiss. “I never would have thought it could be so 
nice, making love to an older man like you. I always assumed that young girls 
with older men were golddiggers – doing rich guys for their money, but not 
really enjoying it. But maybe they know what I’ve just discovered – that older 
guys can be really great lovers.” He smiled then kissed her lingeringly, running 
his hands over her. “Mmmm. You’re getting me hot again, Tark. Ohhh. It feels so 
good to have you inside me, thrusting and pushing so…. Mmmm. I’m glad you didn’t 
come. I know you older guys can’t recover all that fast and I have plans for 
tonight – for a long night!”
 
“Oh, you do! Tell me about it, sweetie,” he sighed, beginning to slide through 
her increasing wetness with more urgency and speed.
 
“Well,” she gasped, inflamed at his increasing cuntal ministrations and the 
sparks he ignited in her with his hands on her body and his lips at her neck and 
throat. “I was originally going to try to exhaust you so you wouldn’t be 
interested in Glenda and Melody… “
 
“But now…” 
 
“But now I just want you to make love to me until I can’t stand it anymore. Oh, 
do it, Tark. Do me!” Wrapping her slender arms about his neck, the overheated 
teen kissed her lover deeply and moaned at the sensations of her body writhing 
against his, especially her distended, sensitive nipples and the hard lump of 
her clit pressing against her nether lips. 
 
“I want to see this time!” Charles hissed. “You got to see last time and I 
couldn’t see anything.” 
 
Glenda mumbled apologetically. The siblings hidden in the closet shifted, trying 
to find a situation that would allow them both to watch the carnal exhibition 
before them. After several attempts, they finally settled on Charles standing 
behind Glenda, his head next to hers and his hands roaming over her slender 
body. They moved their heads so that first one then the other could peer out at 
the copulating couple. Inspired by such an erotic tableau, Charles young cock 
soon rose between his sister’s wet thighs. He stroked her sex with his until she 
wanted him in her rather than sliding against her. She stood on her tiptoes and 
pressed down on his erection until the dome of his sex entered her small but wet 
opening. The sibling pair sighed in unison as he slid wetly into her, his hands 
continuing to caress her lithe body.
 
On the bed, the lovers were doing a bit of shifting about themselves. “Do me 
from behind, Tark. I love seeing pictures of people fucking like that – I want 
to feel it for myself,” the youngster gasped in passion, forcing herself to pull 
away from him so they could accomplish the new position. She gasped as he slid 
out of her and quickly, hastily rolled over onto her front and lifted herself 
into a kneeling position, waggling her firm butt in anticipation. Tarkington 
rose to his knees and hobbled around to her inviting posterior.
 
The couple in the closet stifled a laugh as the couple on the bed clumsily 
adjusted themselves and prepared for re-entry.
 
Theresa opened her thighs wide to accommodate Tark’s bulk and dropped to her 
elbows in front, breasts pressed to the bed. She reached back and took him in 
hand, then introduced his hardness to her sex. “Push into me, Tark. Take me,” 
she instructed breathlessly. Tark pressed, burying his length into her. He began 
a slow stroke in and out of her cunt. The position afforded Tark the opportunity 
to massage and palpitate her pussy lips and clit, eliciting gasps and trills of 
breathy laughter from his diminutive sex partner. “Ohhh. This is lovely, Tark. 
Fuck me, baby, fuck me!”
 
“Oh, jeez. I can’t believe how hot that looks, Glenda!” Charles pumped 
energetically into his sister, squeezing her tits firmly as he knew she liked.  
The pillows of her ass pressed deliciously against him as she pushed down and 
backwards against him, urging him to drive his cock into her faster and harder. 
She groaned her agreement and reached down to touch their joined sexes with her 
hand.
 
Theresa suddenly squealed as Tark slapped her asscheek energetically. “What! Oh, 
my god! Ohhh, that felt kinda good, babe.” She jerked as he landed a playful 
blow on the other derriere cheek, jerking again at the jolt of sensation in her 
sex. He continued landing slaps and spanks in no discernible pattern on the 
teenager’s buttocks, generating ever-increasing sighs and gasps and involuntary 
movements in his girlish lover as she quickly approached a second climax. He, 
too, was breathing heavily and straining mightily to put off the inevitable 
release. He bent over her grinding and twisting butt to grasp her hair and 
pulled her head upwards, landing a last firm blow to her fundament. She shrieked 
in pain and then in ecstasy, spending herself loudly and repeatedly as he 
spurted his potent babymaking fluid deep into her clasping cunt. The sudden 
thought and mental image of her nakedly bulging with his child drove his last 
powerful surge into her gripping sex.
 
She lay, spent, beneath him, his cock shrinking slowly inside her. “oh… god… 
that… was… incredible,” she gasped. I had the most nasty thought in my head… at 
the end.”
 
Tark collapsed onto his side, pulling the sweaty naked teenager with him, still 
planted inside her. “Tell… me… about it,” he groaned.
 
“Ohhh… I don’t know. It was so nasty!”
 
“That sounds wonderful, baby. What was it? I had a sudden image in my mind, too. 
It was the image of me fucking you, but you are very pregnant with my baby.”
 
Her head whipped around to hold his eyes with hers. “Really!! I had the same 
image! Oh, god, Tark. What if I am pregnant?!”
 
Her joined twin siblings had held off at the point of climax and had slowed to 
an easy rolling fuck. At their sister’s ejaculation, they stared at each other, 
wide-eyed with the vision of their very pregnant sister being fucked.
 
“I would love to make love to you when you’re bulging with our child. But as I 
said before, it’s not likely that I’ll be here to make love to you, I’m afraid.” 
His flaccid cock slipped from her wet sex. She reached down and held him against 
her tenderly.
 
“Oh, Tark. Really? I don’t want you to die. And if there is a child, I want you 
to make love to me while I’m pregnant, too. I wouldn’t abort our baby – not now. 
Not with the way I feel about you now.
 
He smiled tenderly but with a haunted expression and gently rubbed her tummy. “I 
wish I could say that I’ll be here. But I really don’t have much of a chance of 
surviving this, baby. It’s a million to one. But you’ve made the pain a lot less 
and I’ve been able to forget about it for the first time since I learned of it, 
for a little bit. Thank you.” 
 
She sobbed and began crying earnestly. She turned to him, clutching him to her. 
He held her through the storm, stroking her gently. As her tears slowed and her 
sobbing eased, he kissed the tears from her eyes and stroked her cheeks. She 
looked tearfully into his eyes. “Make love to me, Tark, but please, please – 
don’t die.”
 
“I’ll do my best, sweetheart. Believe me. I want to live. He smiled lovingly at 
her. She reached for his cock and found it still flaccid. She gave him a naughty 
grin through her tears and slid to her knees over his now small and floppy sex. 
The adorable teen slurped him into her mouth and took his balls gently in her 
hand. She smiled into his eyes around his slowly thickening member and made 
tender oral love to him.
 
“I can’t believe it,” Charles whispered. “Theresa loves fucking him! Him! And 
old man!”
 
Glenda snuffled, “Shut up Charles. I want to fuck him, too! He has been a 
beautiful lover for Theresa and it’s so sad that he’s going to die.” Charles 
gaped and stopped moving in his sister’s sex. “Don’t stop! Keep fucking me, 
Charles. Damn, look at her suck cock! She’s so beautiful, bent over with her 
tits hanging down, her ass in the air, and that beautiful expression on her face 
with his cock sliding through her lips. I want to make love to them both.”
 
Charles was stunned a second time. “Are you bi?!”
 
“I wasn’t until now, but suddenly I want to make love to her – I want to kiss 
her all over and eat her pussy. And I want Tark to be fucking me while I’m doing 
it. Now fuck me, damn it!” 
 
His erection revived by the lovely teen’s oral ministrations, Tark lifted her 
away from her task. She came up reluctantly. “I want to suck your cock and 
swallow your cum, Tark, but not now. First I want to make love with you. Make 
love to me, Tark. Love me.”
 
Tark sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Theresa to him. He helped her into 
his lap and helped her slowly accept his hard length into herself. She gasped as 
he penetrated her to his fullness and held his face as she tearfully kissed him. 
He helped her first rise then fall on him, holding her close and exchanging 
tender kisses as they made long, slow, achingly sweet love. She smiled 
lasciviously, her ass writhing under his hands like two small pillows. She 
gasped in pleasure as he increased the rhythm of his hard length sliding through 
her tight vaginal tunnel. “I wish I could suck your cock and fuck you at the 
same time,” she whispered wantonly. “I’m you’re slut, your whore, your 
mistress…” she gasped, eyes widening as she felt her womb contract and her toes 
curl with the raw primal force of her cum in response to his frenzied emptying 
of his balls into her cunt. She whispered, “and maybe the mother of your baby.” 
The older man and the young girl collapsed into and onto each other on the bed, 
gasping in spent passion. 
 
In the closet, a weary and well-fucked younger girl and her twin slumped to the 
floor of the closet, his incestuous cum leaking from her pussy. As the couple on 
the bed drifted into a contented and sated slumber, the exhausted siblings 
carefully crept from the room, casting one more long look at the smiles on the 
faces, the cock lodged in the teen cunt. They crept down the stairs tiredly. “I 
don’t want to sleep alone tonight, Charles. Please hold me and sleep with me.” 
He nodded his consent and tenderly helped his lover and twin sister into his 
bed. He slid in beside her and held her tenderly from behind, cupping a tender 
breast in one hand. And they slept.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Charles squeezed her nipples harder, drove into her wet pussy from below with 
even more vigor then gasped at the tightened grip of her sex on his. As she 
stifled her cry with a hastily thrown up arm, he drove himself through that 
fleshy vise, then gave up his milky passion to her wetly clasping cunt with a 
loud gasp. He felt the rigidity leave her hot body as she collapsed under him 
and clasped him weakly to her.