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Lauren Gisal Volume Two 
 
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered 
offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. 
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such 
material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then 
delete this file. 
 
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criticism is welcomed. 

Chapter 12 
 
The following day, Lauren got up early. There was no particular  
reason why she had to do so, but it seemed that the day was going  
to be wonderful, and she wanted to let everyone know that she was  
happy to be alive. The girls shopped in the morning, driving into  
Boquette to be ready for when the supermarket opened at ten  
thirty. Elizabeth had called the previous night and told her about the  
situation in the north. The news stories on the television had made  
things seem worse than they were, but Elizabeth was certainly  
concerned enough to activate what she called 'their contingency  
plan.' 
 
They had chatted about the paintwork on the house, and whether  
there was a letter from a local decorator waiting with an estimate.  
Lauren told Elizabeth about the visit to the doctors, and breathed a  
sigh of relief when Elizabeth failed to ask any questions regarding  
the treatment. Only later did she wonder why she had changed the  
subject. She knew full well that her own mother would have wanted  
to know every last detail.  
 
Lauren mentioned Quintero, or the lack thereof, plus two visits  
from a local gardener who was looking for work. Elizabeth  
suggested that they have him tidy the bushes around the pool to see  
how well he worked. 
 
Lauren found the credit card where Elizabeth had said it would be,  
along with a list of phone numbers that she put in her purse. At the  
supermarket, the girls took a trolley each and loaded up with cans  
and other non-perishable food that could be kept for months on  
end. The shop itself was poorly lit, badly stocked and seemed to  
have no order at all. Toilet cleaner was next to the dried goods, just  
after bananas and coffee. The woman at the checkout knew exactly  
what was happening, and tut-tutted all the time in indignation as  
people queued behind with their own meager supplies. As they left,  
her voice rose and her language grew angrier as she explained to  
those waiting her feelings for those sort of people. Lauren didn't  
understand a word, but understood everything from the body  
language. She felt sorry for the woman, but felt sure that she too  
would be doing the same later on, it was just that Lauren and  
Emma had got there earlier than anyone else. 
 
They made a tour of the area, taking the best part of the morning,  
loading the big four wheel drive car to the limit. A number of  
people noticed their load and shook their heads in dismay. Finally,  
they turned into the driveway and spent almost an hour unloading  
and packing the food into the house. The spare bedroom looked  
like a warehouse. But they both felt it was justified as they settled  
down with their lunch in the lounge to watch the local news. 
 
Further reports of beatings in the north were accompanied by actual  
film of government soldiers hitting people repeatedly with huge  
batons, clearly unaware that they were on camera. As they turned  
and realised their mistake, the camera shook violently as the  
cameraman obviously made a hasty retreat. 
 
The government had also decided to maintain the present tax rate  
which was heavily biased in favour of those in the top earnings  
bracket, although the Nationalists had responded by laying out the  
total income of the government, and questioning where it had been  
spent. They had managed to show an allocation of about twenty- 
three percent of all taxes, the rest just seemed to disappear. Slightly  
to the south of the beatings, farm workers were striking, refusing to  
work on the orange and coffee crops until they were paid their  
claim for back wages. 
 
Lauren needed a siesta after her early morning work and the heavy  
lunch. She snoozed until just after three o'clock then changed into  
her bikini and headed for the pool. Jamie was nowhere to be seen,  
but Emma had already staked her claim to one of the reclining  
chairs and was reading, lying on her stomach, topless. Lauren  
decided that it was time that she stopped being quite such a  
European prude, and also laid on her stomach. She reached round  
and undid the bra strap, feeling the tension lift even though the  
material remained underneath her. She looked away from Emma  
and closed her eyes, thinking about the television news and the  
election only five days away. Regardless of the outcome, Elizabeth  
said that the losers were going to blame the others for cheating and  
intimidation, and that preparations were being readied on both sides  
for the showdown that would surely come. 
 
She turned over and laid on her back. Conscious that she was  
topless, she thought briefly about dressing properly once again. She  
glanced across to Emma and noted that she was still on her  
stomach. She rubbed her nipples quickly against the palm of her  
hand and sank back against the seat, her eyes screwed up against  
the brilliance of the sun. Her hand disappeared beneath the recliner  
and sought the suntan lotion. She applied a little to her breasts and  
stomach, taking care to cover her shoulders with the thick white  
cream. Satisfied, she relaxed again, feeling the warmth pervading  
through her body. 
 
The TV news had also mentioned shortages of sugar, which seemed  
inconceivable to Lauren, when there were so many sugar  
plantations around the country. She supposed that it was more  
likely a result of the strike by drivers, packers and distribution  
workers that had caused a shortage of such a basic commodity. But  
she didn't care. They had bought almost sixty kilos that morning, so  
there wasn't a problem in their house. Strange to have to buy all  
that, she thought, when only Jamie takes sugar. 
 
"Hey, at last! Now you'll get really tanned!" said Emma, glancing  
over at her then back to her book. 
 
Lauren smiled, wondering why she had made so much fuss about  
taking her top off in the seclusion of the garden. She picked up the  
suntan oil and spread some more over her breasts, carefully  
massaging it around her nipples. The excess was spread over her  
stomach, and she rubbed off the remainder on her thighs. She  
peeked under the bikini bottom, pleased to see that there was a very  
definite difference between her tanned stomach and the whiteness  
below. She closed her eyes, remembering that she should limit  
herself to about ten minutes. 
 
"Any news from your friend, Nikki?" asked Emma. She had turned  
away from Lauren and had to repeat herself. 
 
"No, I might call her later today, or maybe early tomorrow  
morning." 
 
"Couldn't she borrow some money to get over here?" 
 
"Not really. She doesn't have a job and her father wouldn't lend her  
the money just to come and see me." said Lauren, realising that was  
pretty close to the truth. She would dearly like to see her so that  
they could go exploring together, and there was so much room at  
the house. 
 
"I know you miss her. I would too. She sounds great!" 
 
"Hmm" said Lauren. Emma was right, she really did miss her.  
There's no substitute for someone of your own age and background  
to talk with. "Hmm, I do." 
 
"I'm going to get a drink. Want one?" asked Emma still not looking  
at her. 
 
"No, I'm fine, thanks" Lauren watched as Emma stood and padded  
slowly across the hot stone patio. Her youth was apparent in the  
outline of her form and the poorly delineated shape of her bottom  
and legs. Lauren knew that within a few years she would fill out,  
her hips growing over the months ahead. Emma disappeared into  
the house, the closing of the door bringing Lauren out of her  
reverie. 
 
The patio area was warm, secluded and peaceful beyond measure.  
A wonderful place to doze, or read, or simply do nothing. She  
wondered what Nikki was doing. Talking to someone, she thought.  
Maybe partying in town, or going out with a new boyfriend. At  
least she could speak her language and was free to do whatever she  
wanted. Lauren realised that she had just as much freedom, and had  
been lucky to join a family where the children didn't need constant  
entertainment, or changing and feeding.  
 
Twenty-five minutes later Emma returned and only then did Lauren  
realise that she had been away a long time. She heard the sound of  
ice clinking in her glass. "Oh Lauren, you're beautiful!" she said in  
amazement. "God, I hope my boobs grow to look like yours,  
they're so beautiful!" 
 
Lauren was flattered beyond measure, but had no clue whatsoever  
about how to respond. Finally, after looking down as though she  
had never really seen them before, she smiled back. "Thanks, you'll  
have a beautiful figure as well, believe me." She waited a little, then  
looked again at Emma. "Is everything OK?" 
 
"Sure, why?" 
 
"Oh, you seemed to take so long getting your drink, that's all. Just  
wondered if your rash had been hurting you again?" 
 
"No, I'm fine. I just made some phone calls, to friends. I want to see  
one of them soon, if you can drive me there. It's only just down the  
road." 
 
"Course" 
 
Emma sat down, but didn't lean back. She stared at Lauren,  
obviously with something on her mind. "Lauren?" 
 
"Mmm?" She recognized the tone of her voice and the impending  
bombshell. She wondered if she had been like this at thirteen. Then  
she realised that she and Nikki had met at that age and had  
discussed everything about anything. And she had met Jim. Six  
years ago. Her first and only boyfriend. 
 
"Lauren, are you listening?" 
 
"Sure sweety, what's up?" 
 
"Lauren, I was thinking last night. I want to, you know, do it." 
 
"Do what?" 
 
"It. Sex. I want to do it. Like the others at school. Like I said. But I  
want to do it with Jamie" 
 
"Emma, don't be crazy. I told you before. The right person will  
come along and you'll be so pleased you waited. And anyway, it's  
illegal. He's your brother. In fact it's doubly illegal, you're under- 
age" 
 
"Lauren. I want to. Then I'll know what it's like and I won't have to  
smile at the others and pretend I know what they mean!" Her lower  
lip trembled slightly as she gazed at the dark stone patio. 
 
"No! Absolutely no!" Lauren shouted. "Your parents would throw  
you out, I bet. And I'd get sent home. Walking." 
 
"Jamie doesn't mind." 
 
"I've talked to him." replied Lauren. 
 
"I know. But he doesn't mind." 
 
Lauren terminated the conversation at that point. Furious that her  
control was slipping once again, she returned indoors and sat on her  
bed. She was convinced that the girl needed something to do, a  
distraction. She cursed herself for being unable to remember what  
she did to amuse herself at age thirteen. Andelburg was hardly the  
center of the universe as far as amusement was concerned but she  
certainly occupied herself as far as she could remember. Visions  
slowly drifted back of summer holidays, endless sunshine, Nikki and  
her brother in the local pool. The memories of their afternoon  
experimentation made her head swim as episodes flooded back. She  
shook her head, almost convincing herself that their curiosity had  
been different, acceptable. 
 
She also debated in her mind what she would do if she did catch  
them together making love. As though she had just discovered a  
miracle cure, she bounded off the bed and flung open her cupboard.  
Unzipping the bag, she rummaged through until she found what she  
wanted; twelve condoms that Nikki had convinced her to pack. She  
breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least I may stop her getting  
pregnant, but she couldn't be with her and patrol the house twenty- 
four hours a day. And then she realised that she had walked through  
the house with only her bikini bottom on. Her breasts swung very  
slightly, still pale, still her pride and joy. She recalled Emma's  
comments and smiled at her innocent compliment. 
 
She strode out onto the patio again, still angry until she looked  
down at the little girl, her blossoming breasts, small dark nipples  
and tiny white bikini briefs, a picture fit for any man's magazine. 
 
"Let's finish the shopping. We need some more batteries and other  
bits from the hardware store." 
 
The store was twenty minutes away, the other side of Boquette.  
They drove in silence, each girl glancing alternately at the other.  
They both wore T-shirts and skirts but no shoes, walking gingerly  
across the gravel in front of the hardware shop. Its distressed  
wooden exterior, peeling paint and cracked windows offered a  
sense of ironic abandonment. A little bell rang above them as they  
pushed against the heavy door and an old man, probably the owner,  
emerged from behind the stacked sheets of wood. 
 
"Afternoon!" said Lauren. He stared at her, not recognising the  
language. They made their way to the back and Lauren searched  
through the batteries. Emma nudged her, but she concentrated on  
the batteries, almost sure that double A size were the same as  
penlight. Emma nudged her again. She looked up and followed her  
gaze. There was a man, maybe slightly older than Lauren, looking  
through the cans of paint. He wore shorts and a T-Shirt which was  
filthy. Emma smiled, her teeth dazzling. Lauren moved slowly  
round so that if the young man turned he would see her legs. And  
her cute bottom. And her breasts in profile. Emma giggled and he  
looked up. She laughed and Lauren frowned, pretending to be  
annoyed at such a childish display. Her heart thumped as he walked  
their way. 
 
"Can I help you?" he asked. 
 
"No, we're just looking for batteries. But we've found what we  
needed, thanks." said Lauren, looking down at his feet. 
 
"No we haven't. You don't know which ones you need. It could be  
these or the ones that say size double A." said Emma in one breath. 
 
"These will do. Anything else?" 
 
Lauren's eyes had just taken in the details of his knees and shorts  
and managed to skip to his eyes before he became suspicious.  
 
"No, that's very kind of you. Thanks." She looked at his tanned  
face. It was strong, almost noble, and dirty. He looked like he had a  
pound of sawdust in his hair and there were great rings of white  
round his eyes. 
 
"Just been spray-painting my grandma's shed." he said, answering  
her unspoken question. "Too hot now to do much more. I'm Felix.  
I'd shake you hand but you'd get really dirty." 
 
"I'm Lauren, and this is Emma. We live just out......" 
 
"I know where you live. My father knows Emma's parents. Not  
sure how but they've mentioned them before" 
 
"Gosh. Well, have lunch with us one day. It's very quiet at the  
moment. Tomorrow!" said Emma. 
 
"Emma, give him a chance!" 
 
"That's fine. I'd really like that." He looked at them both carefully,  
his gaze resting on Lauren. "I'll call you and confirm tomorrow  
morning, OK?" 
 
He returned to the paint display. Lauren and Emma went back to  
the car, forgetting to buy anything at all. The giggled and chatted  
like conspirators on the way home, even sharing the news with  
Jamie who was skulking around the fridge as they entered the  
house. 
 
"Yeah, I know Felix. I met him in town once with Dad. Had a local  
girlfriend, but he's not from round here. I mean he wasn't born in  
San Falino, although he's been here for a while. Longer than us." 

Chapter 13 
 
Lauren let all the information sink in and floated to her room. She  
couldn't remember what he looked like, except that he needed a  
wash. She wondered what she would wear for tomorrow's lunch.  
Searching through her cupboards made her miserable - she had  
either T-shirts and her bikini, or jeans and sweaters. Nothing much  
in between. She thought for a moment and decided that she might  
drag Emma down to the clothes shop again and buy a couple of  
things. She glanced across the corridor into Emma's room but she  
wasn't in there. As she made her way past the lounge she stopped,  
frozen to the spot. 
 
Emma was kneeling on the sofa with her back to Lauren. Naked  
from the waist down. Jamie was sitting underneath her with his  
semi-stiff cock in his hand poking out from his trunks. Emma  
slowly sank down as Jamie positioned himself to enter her. 
 
"No! I forbid it!" Lauren had no idea she could shout so loudly.  
Emma jumped, turning in fright as Jamie looked round her body,  
still holding his cock. Lauren raced over to them and took hold of  
Emma's arms. "Get off him! This instant!" shouted Lauren again,  
anger turning her face red. But Emma held on. 
 
"No, I want to!" she sneered, that same look on her face as the first  
day. "If I don't do it now I'll do it some other time!" she said  
defiantly." Emma turned back to her brother, noted his agreement  
and turned again. "Just help me, and then I'll forget about it." she  
pleaded, tears in her eyes. 
 
"Emma, this is bad. It's wrong." shouted Lauren, noting Jamie's  
cock stiffening as she tried to pull Emma off her brother. 
 
"Oh come on, just help!" said Jamie, as though it was a daily chore.  
"Make sure she doesn't hurt herself and that'll be it" said Jamie,  
gripping his sister's waist, holding her in place above his groin. 
 
"Look, you two, while your parents are away, you'll damn well do  
what I say." Her voice echoed around the room. She knew she had  
turned red as she bent down to retrieve their discarded clothes.  
"Emma, put your knickers on now! And you, put your fat cock  
back in your trousers! This instant!" she bellowed. 
 
Jamie Took hold of his cock, and stroked it. Lauren stood  
mesmerised while Emma gripped his thighs, still poised above him.  
"Either we do it now, with your help, or some other time" said  
Jamie shrugging his shoulders. 
 
Lauren looked at them both, the pained expression in Emma's eyes  
and the casual look on Jamie's face. She exhaled slowly, shaking  
visibly from anger. The boys cock was rock hard, bulging up from  
between his legs. Not particularly big but certainly enough for his  
young sister. Lauren thought of Jim. She closed her eyes and  
realised that she was defeated. Beaten by the children's  
determination, beaten by her lack of control and totally overcome  
by the thought of seeing his cock inside her beautiful body,  
although she tried desperately to push that last feeling out of her  
head. She slumped onto the sofa, turning to face them both. In her  
anger she was unaware of her summer skirt riding up her thighs and  
the view Jamie had of her skimpy knickers. 
 
She looked over his thigh; the boy's cock bobbing rudely out from  
the top of his swimming trunks while he held his balls. His sister  
kneeling above him, hand on his shoulder for support, little white  
skirt discarded by his side and her knickers nowhere to be seen. Her  
hairless pussy showed obvious signs of arousal, the labia parted  
gloriously to reveal the young, pink folds of her inner lips and the  
entrance to her unwanted virginity. Her thighs were firm, tendons  
delineating their form up to the smooth, prominent pubic mound  
and the softness of her pubescent sex. Recent memories of the  
ointment slid back into her mind, the smell of the gloves, the  
tightness of her Emma's vagina and the orgasm that had exploded  
within her own body as she sought sanctuary inside her bathroom  
afterwards. 
 
"Emma, you're only thirteen for God's sake! There's no reason to  
have sex with anyone at your age!" Lauren looked down again  
between her smooth legs, then at his cock, mentally measuring the  
distance between them, how she would just lean further over him  
and sink down on his shaft. Lauren shifted on the sofa. 
 
"Now, or later?" asked Jamie defiantly. His rudeness shocked her  
not for the words but for the inference that she was merely a part of  
the household, not their guardian. 
 
"Wait, don't do anything 'till I return" she said, storming out of the  
room towards her own bedroom. She grabbed her flannel and  
pulled out the pack of condoms. Walking back slowly into the  
lounge, she pulled one out and crossly pushed Emma over so that  
she sat on the sofa. Lauren knelt down in front of them both, noting  
that Jamie's cock lay quietly on his thigh. 
 
"Look! You have to use this. It's a condom." Maybe, she thought,  
that by boring them with a sex lesson they'll not actually go through  
with it. That thought lasted less than two seconds as his pole  
twitched back into life. 
 
"I know that!" said Jamie 
 
"Emma, did you?" The little girl shook her head as she stared at the  
packet. 
 
"Right, this is where your lesson begins then," her voice still loud  
enough to teach the locals as well. "It's lubricated so that his cock  
will enter more easily. It'll also protect you both against any germs  
and pregnancy. Plus you both need to know how to use them  
anyway." She handed the foil wrapper to Jamie and he tore it,  
taking out the condom and turning it over as he studied it. He gave  
it to Emma who did the same.  
 
"Unwrap it and pull it down over your cock when you're stiff. It  
only goes one way so if you get it wrong then turn it over." said  
Lauren, watching the expressions on their faces. Emma was  
obviously fascinated by the condom. 
 
"I thought it needs to be straight and really hard?" said Emma. 
 
"Right. So let's try another day when it might work!" said Lauren,  
scarcely concealing her optimism as she reached out to take back  
the condom. 
 
"Hold it here, and move your hand up and down!" said Jamie,  
taking Emma's hand and showing her how to put her hand around  
his shaft. Emma looked down and did as she was told. He became  
erect quickly, letting her continue as he leaned back against the sofa  
and felt her warm hand rubbing him slowly, just as he had asked.  
Lauren looked on with an air of resignation and detachment, as  
though this was their show and she was only part of the audience.  
She sat on the floor by his knees with her hand resting on his leg  
and watched. Emma changed hands and spread her legs a little, the  
outline of her pussy lips showing between her tanned legs, and the  
delicate inner lips just peeking through. Lauren glanced at her  
crinkled little anus, so pink, so clean. 
 
"It feels so soft and smooth. Look at the way the skin moves and  
the inside stays still. That's clever!" said Emma, delighted with the  
afternoon's lesson. She experimented a little, with long strokes and  
quick short ones, watching her brother's face to see which affected  
him the most. Lauren dreamed. The thought of watching the  
beautiful girl lose her virginity to her brother made her warm. She  
curled her legs underneath her and pushed her right hand between  
her thighs, out of sight of the two performers. She continued to  
frown disapprovingly, moving nearer as she knelt and leaned on the  
sofa which afforded a clear view of Emma's swollen pussy and her  
brother's cock between her hands. 
 
"Try moving the top little bit of the skin very slightly." suggested  
Lauren. "Be gentle, up and down, gently. That's it." Lauren smiled  
as she watched the girl's first experiment, remembering the caution  
and excitement of her own first touches and the slippery feel to the  
shaft. "Now run your finger around the bulb at the top." said  
Lauren, pushing his legs apart and getting closer. She was  
determined that she wouldn't touch either of them, but would  
advise them, as Jamie had suggested, to minimise the pain if they  
were really determined to go ahead. Plus of course she had thought  
of the condoms. That was the sort of idea which one would expect  
from any sensible au pair. 
 
"That should be enough" said Lauren. "Now Emma, unroll the  
condom over his cock all the way. Try and make sure there's no air  
in the little bubble at the end. That catches all the cum." 
 
"The what?" 
 
"When he comes, all the liquid gets caught there. You'll see."  
Emma flipped the condom over and unrolled it with both hands  
over his stiff cock. His cock jerked with her movements, swelling  
even more as her tiny fingers worked their way to the base, the  
veins bulging along the length and against the fine membrane of  
protection. Lauren thought that he wasn't as big as Jim but probably  
the same size as her brother. Instantly, a sense of deja vu hit her and  
thumped around in her head, shouting at her, reminding her that this  
was exactly what she had done all those years ago. Even though she  
liked to think that Jim had been her first love, he had not been her  
first lover. This had been her, six years ago. One summer afternoon  
after they had watched a film with Nikki - it had seemed so right  
and wonderful then. She was convinced that she had done it  
because she loved him, a conviction that faded as she remembered  
Jim and their first weeks and months together. That had been love.  
Head over heels love of the first order. Debate raged in her head as  
to the state of her morals, the vote never taken. Emma moved to  
swing over her brother. 
 
"Wait a little. Emma, are you ready. Are you wet down there?" 
 
Emma felt herself. "I think so." she replied, showing Lauren her  
glistening fingers.  
 
Lauren looked at his cock and saw the lubrication on the sheath.  
"OK, now lower yourself slowly. You go as slow as you want.  
That's it. Down a little. Now can you feel it poking against your  
pussy lips?" 
 
"Mmm." she replied, holding the back of the sofa behind Jamie. 
 
"Does it feel in the right place?" 
 
"No, not really!" Emma squirmed a little to try and position herself  
better. 
 
"Wait, let me help!" said Lauren, looking up at her pussy from  
between Jamie's legs. She took hold of his cock in her left hand and  
felt along the sweet little lips of her pussy with the other. The  
foreskin of his cock had been pulled right down, trapped by the thin  
membrane of the condom. Emma shuddered as Lauren explored,  
her breathing ragged as her legs shook and her mind soaked up the  
touch of the older girl. Emma looked down between her legs, and  
was rewarded with the sight of Lauren spreading her delicate little  
lips with her fingers as she pushed the tip of his cock towards her  
opening. 
 
"OK, down again, really slowly" 
 
Emma gasped out loud as he penetrated the tiny folds of her sex.  
"Oh, that's beautiful. Oh God, thank you, thank you" said Emma as  
she allowed the first inch inside her. Jamie moaned to himself as he  
held her waist and watched himself disappearing inside his beautiful  
sister. Lauren was almost sure that he wasn't really attracted to her  
sexually, especially as he had had to be assisted to become erect.  
She was sure he wasn't gay, but found it strange. Jim would have  
come just posting a letter to this little beauty. Another inch  
disappeared. He said he even had erections as he dialed her phone  
number. Lauren's heart fluttered. She realised that with every  
additional inch that disappeared, so too did her authority in the  
house. 
 
"OK, take your time." She let go of his cock and the pink lips of his  
target, sitting back down on her heels as she looked up at their  
performance. His glistening cock stood straight, hard and purple as  
Emma slowly lowered herself onto her brother. Lauren saw her  
pussy lips curling around his cock, holding on for dear life as the  
tiny tunnel welcomed it's first important visitor. Emma drew in a  
deep breath as her pussy pulsed and her anus pouted in celebration  
and awe at the new feelings. 
 
"Has he come to a stop?" 
 
"Mmm, I think so" said Emma. 
 
"That's your hymen. I'm sure you know the rest." 
 
"Lauren, I want to do it. Really. Please sit next to us and watch.  
Please?" 
 
Lauren crawled onto the sofa and sat next to Jamie. She could see  
her pussy lips, wildly inflated, aroused with the folds of skin  
blooming out. They moved slightly as she took him deeper. Her  
clitoris was exposed, the most perfect pink bud glimmering in the  
afternoon light, waiting to be sucked and licked by the luckiest boy  
in the world. 
 
"Try going up and then down again. It'll help" said Lauren, leaning  
down to pick up the flannel. Emma obeyed her orders, rising up a  
couple of inches and then dropping down again. After several  
attempts, she squealed loudly, a look of shock and surprise on her  
face. The beginnings of a smile faded slowly until pain showed in  
her grimace. Her nails dug into the sofa as her head bowed and her  
movement stopped. 
 
"Oh, God, Lori, it hurts so much! It stings!" she whispered, tears  
forming. She shook slightly, gripping his ribs tightly with her legs as  
she sat across him. "I'm on fire! Is it too big?" she asked, slumping  
against her brother as she moved very slowly, desperately trying to  
find a less painful position without losing him from inside. Tears  
streaked down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. Lauren slid to the  
floor and massaged her lower back in a vain attempt to lessen her  
suffering. Emma's T-Shirt covered their union, although Lauren  
could see from the floor her little buttocks and the dark shadow of  
his cock, the latex ring of the condom just above his balls. 
 
Motionless once again, Emma cried loudly. Jamie held her, patting  
her back to console her, his actions reflecting his embarrassment  
and inability to say or do anything to lessen her obvious pain. The  
sobbing slowly subsided until Emma leaned back up, wiping her  
nose and eyes with the back of her hand as she again gingerly  
moved her bottom, measuring the pain that accompanied her  
transition to womanhood. She nodded to nobody in particular,  
moving up a couple of inches as she looked down beneath her T- 
Shirt, sniffing and wiping in a childlike manner. 
 
Then she laughed and put her arms around her brother's neck.  
Lauren joined them both once again on the sofa. 
 
"Thank you. Oh, I'm so happy!" She leaned across to Lauren and  
kissed her full on the lips. Lauren caught her waist and kissed her  
quickly, lightly, catching the little girl's upper lip between her own.  
She felt like a child again, her heart thudding against her chest as  
the intoxication of their embrace flooded her body. The kiss! Light,  
warm, lips so smooth and small. Parted lips that invited. Lauren  
stared at the little girl, her young mouth, the brilliant white teeth  
and the warmth of her tongue all ready for exploration. Lauren  
entered a dream state where she dwelt all too often, unaware that  
Emma lowered herself with more confidence once again, finally  
taking all of him inside her hot tunnel. A groan of pleasure from  
brother and sister brought her back to planet earth. 
 
"Come up slowly and let him out for a while." said Lauren. As his  
cock emerged, traces of blood were apparent, mingled with the  
thickness of their lubrication.. She moved Emma high above him  
and wiped the latex sheath. She turned and saw the wonderful sight  
of her pussy and the tell-tale signs of her elevation from childhood.  
Holding her waist with one hand she dabbed around her pussy lips  
until no more blood spotted the flannel. There had been very little  
to worry about. "OK, that's great. Now you should get dressed,  
both of you." 
 
"But what about the liquid? I haven't seen that!" moaned Emma. 
 
"Lauren, just wait." said Jamie, holding Emma's waist and pulling  
her down again. This time he found the entrance easily. Neither  
Emma nor Lauren offered any resistance as she sank again slowly  
all the way. "Move up and down, slowly, on my cock. Feel it  
driving inside your pussy. Does it feel nice?" 
 
"Oh yes! I've got that nice feeling starting again in my tummy." said  
Emma, closing her eyes as her hair draped over her face. Lauren  
watched in fascination as her pussy accommodated her brother with  
a strong, steady rhythm which even included a slight writhing  
motion of her hips. She was astounded by the rate at which she  
learned, and by the obvious express train of an orgasm that was  
building inside her.  
 
Lauren watched entranced at the quickening entry and withdrawal  
of the boy's cock into the hairless pussy. The view she had was  
crystal clear, and she marveled at the white sheen that had built up  
around the base of his cock, evident each time Emma rose to the  
top of her stroke. She imagined how it must feel for Emma to be  
spearing herself so forcefully down on him, how the walls of her  
vagina must be stretched abnormally to accommodate the intrusion,  
and the rippling that she would be experiencing as his length  
traveled deep inside, striking towards her womb as it passed the  
ruined hymen of her childhood. 
 
"Lori. It's on it's way. Oh God, it's so strange........It won't stop! Oh  
Lori, help!" she cried, never missing a stroke, still grinding up and  
down, round and around on his cock. Emma shuddered above him,  
her breathing irregular and laboured as her face showed her  
anticipation and acceptance of what was surely going to happen.  
She whimpered again, looking down at his cock between her legs as  
she plunged hard against his groin before throwing her head back,  
her hair tossed in a golden arch over her shoulders as she held on  
for dear life. 
 
Suddenly, she flew forward, shuddering as she gripped the sofa  
tightly, her head by his shoulder and her pussy rammed as hard as  
possible against his cock. She whimpered for almost a minute while  
Jamie held her tightly around the waist and Lauren could only look  
on in wonder. Slowly she relaxed and Lauren stroked her hair, then  
pushed her hand up her back underneath her T-Shirt, caressing her  
and reassuring her that everything was allright. 
 
Lauren lifted her gently off him and let her lay down on the sofa.  
She quickly checked to make sure that she wasn't bleeding and then  
sat down next to Jamie who smiled at her, then at his sister. His  
cock was still rock hard, and he hadn't come. Emma was exhausted  
but smiled happily to herself as she watched his cock bobbing.  
 
"Why is there no liquid?" asked Emma. 
 
"I need some more help, then it'll come out. It feels just like you did  
just then." replied Jamie. 
 
"Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do. But this is just educational,  
OK. Like a biology lesson." said Lauren convincing nobody. "Now,  
take the condom off." 
 
Emma drew closer to him, leaned over and pulled the condom off  
his cock before looking down at Lauren for the next step.  
 
"OK, give it to me. Right, now just hold his cock and move your  
hand up and down, nice and slowly." 
 
She took him in her right hand and grinned as she started to move  
her hand slowly up and down, feeling the stiffness return to him.  
The skin had peeled all the way back and his knob stood proudly up  
in the air as Emma moved her hand rhythmically. His head flopped  
back against the back of the sofa as his eyes closed, feint groans  
emanating from deep within his chest as his breathing became  
louder.  
 
Lauren arranged Emma's fingers on his cock so that she had a  
thumb on one side and four fingers on the other. "Right, now hold  
his balls here, just gently, with this hand" 
 
Emma gently moved her free hand around his balls, scratching  
slightly as she explored below his cock and ventured towards his  
hole. She could see the look of pure pleasure on his face as she  
took hold of his balls and gently squeezed. His cock hardened and  
bulged with sheer power within her hand, the warmth and softness  
of a man pleasing her immensely. 
 
"Ohh!" she giggled. "It's alive!" 
 
"Lay your head on his chest and watch. You'll see it come out!"  
said Lauren. Emma lay down, her face only inches from the end of  
his cock. She was clearly tired but fascinated by what was  
happening. He opened his legs wider, spreading them so that  
Lauren could see down past his cock to the hair around his bottom.  
 
"OK, now take him in both hands and move slowly up and down,  
getting gradually faster." Emma responded well, and Lauren let her  
continue for several minutes. 
 
"Now change slightly. Let go with this hand and play with the top  
with the other. Yeah, oh that looks so good." Emma held him  
lightly with one hand while running her finger around the top of his  
cock with the other. The change of pressure and style sent him  
wild.  
 
"Lovely, now take the top skin between your thumb and index  
finger and move it up and down. No, slowly. Gently. That's good.  
She teased him a little while they watched his cock strengthen and  
swell until it seemed fit to burst. Then she moved the foreskin up  
and down a little further, slowly and gently, until it rolled back on  
it's own. Jamie was rapidly moving from a state of ecstasy to  
annoyance, and Lauren sensed his growing demand for release. 
 
Lauren nodded encouragement to Emma, who changed rhythm  
with her right hand, moving around the top of his cock, lightly  
stroking the length, and then taking her hand and squeezing him  
hard before moving up and down once again. 
 
"Oh yes, oh, I'm going to come!" he said, his eyes closed and his  
hands holding the sofa behind him.  
 
"Emma, some of this might hit you but don't worry. It'll wipe off!"  
said Lauren as Emma's hand flashed up and down. He jerked up, his  
bottom rising off the sofa, almost throwing Emma off his stomach.  
Then with a loud groan, he shot a stream of come into the air, way  
over Emma's head. A second spurt did hit her, on the cheek and  
over the back of her neck. And then, regular, smaller spurts filled  
his navel and became matted in his pubic hair. Emma looked on in  
amazement, slowing her movements, feeling him jerk as his cock  
became super-sensitive. Lauren watched in surprise as Emma traced  
her fingers around his navel, playing with the cum and rubbing it  
between her fingers. 
 
"Oh, wow. That's amazing. It's so beautiful. Would all that have  
been in me?" she asked, looking at Lauren over his dying cock. 
 
"Hmm. Then it would dribble out later." She wondered what other  
questions were coming and looked up. Emma looked shocked,  
speechless to the point of being horror- struck. 
 
"Car. They're home. Oh shit!" shouted Emma, falling off the sofa. 
 
Lauren felt her insides turn over. She was dead. That was for sure.  
Prison. She span round and saw the outline of someone  
approaching the door. She felt her sphincter tighten. Jamie stood  
and ran for his bedroom.  
 
"Stand up! Stand up!" she hissed to Emma through gritted teeth.  
Thankfully Emma's T-Shirt covered her down to mid thigh. Even  
so, a pair of knickers would have helped. Lauren stood as well,  
kicking the flannel under the sofa. Lauren lifted her skirt and stuffed  
the condom down her knickers. 'God', she thought, 'I'm so wet  
down there. Who cares. I've lost my job anyway.' Her heart rate  
was in the danger zone. She glanced at Emma. 
 
"Shit!" she cried, rubbing Jamie's cum out of her hair and off her  
cheek. 
 
"Hi there everyone! Just time to change and say hello!" said  
Elizabeth, pulling her key from the lock. "Gustav is just getting the  
cases. How's things? OK?" she said, walking towards Emma.  
Lauren smiled and turned away, just in case she lashed out  
immediately.  
 
"Mummy, look what we've been doing!" said Emma gleefully.  
Lauren mentally ducked from the onslaught that was sure to follow.  
"See, I've been playing this new Chopin piece. It's so lovely".  
Lauren looked over the sofa and watched as Emma led her mother  
to the piano. Then she noticed the streak of white cum that dribbled  
down the cushion of the sofa. Jamie's first shot. She sat down  
quickly, resting her arm over it, and gently wiped over the area. It  
was sticky, and matted the soft down of her arms. She looked  
around for more but was relieved to see that it seemed to be the  
only trace of their earlier educational supplement. 
 
Lauren slipped out of the lounge and into her room at the first  
possible instance, fled into her bathroom and wrapped the condom  
in toilet paper before flushing it away. Music filled the air, and she  
thought about the little girl now sitting at the piano, naked under  
her T-Shirt, playing perfectly innocently to her mother. Lauren  
returned to the lounge, glanced in and then offered assistance to  
Gustav who was struggling with their cases.  
 
"Oh, the Brazilian Ambassador has invited us to Venezuela for the  
weekend, in about a month's time. Can you come with us to look  
after Emma? Jamie hasn't been invited for some reason. He'll get  
another chance. " 
 
"Oh that would be wonderful. Of course." 
 
"All paid. He's even booked a suite for you two girls. I think he's on  
the board of directors or something." 
 
Lauren was thrilled. She hadn't really expected to have to travel  
with the family. She threw her weight behind the suitcases to such  
an extent that Gustav decided to take them away from her before  
she did some damage to herself. 
 
"Any mail for us?" asked Gustav. 
 
"Yeah, it's stacked up in the kitchen for you" 
 
"Great, thanks. Shitty weather, so hot. And the air conditioning was  
out again at the airport." He dumped the suitcases just inside and  
shut the door, paused briefly to listen to his daughter's piano  
playing, then headed for the kitchen. "Lauren, want a beer?" 
 
"Mmm, only if you're going to have one!" she shouted back. 
 
Elizabeth and Gustav ended up staying overnight. After Jamie and  
Emma had gone to bed at about 11 o'clock, Lauren stayed up  
chatting for almost two hours. She spent the first ten minutes  
glancing at every square inch of the sofa for rogue traces of Jamie's  
explosion, but thankfully found no more. Either that, or Gustav and  
Elizabeth were sitting on it. She would find out later, no doubt.  
 
Elizabeth was in fine form, complaining about the Nationalists and  
all governments for that matter. Even the Swiss came in for  
punishment. She also mentioned that three of the key opposition  
party members - agitators in the eyes of the government - had  
disappeared over the last few days. She seemed particularly  
concerned about their fate and stared at the floor constantly as  
though it was her responsibility to locate them. 
 
Lauren bid them good night at about one o'clock in the morning,  
pleased that she had taken the opportunity to talk to them and get  
to know them better. She had even discovered that Emma had  
phoned her mother on two occasions to say how much fun she had  
had with her, something, Elizabeth said, she had never done before. 


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