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The Awesome Summer
by Varkel


Chapter 8: Summer's End

"Don't tell me you still have growing pains!"  Flubbie addressed her 
sarcasm at Cissie, who was leaning forward to rub her spread legs.  
Along with Julie and Ruby, they were relaxing on the woman's 
second-floor verandah, westward facing in the cool shade of mid-morning.
All four lounged on her long, overstuffed glider, while sipping icey, 
fruit-stuffed chianti through straws.  It was the Monday after a 
particular vigorous weekend marked by Roger's absence on overnight 
patrol.  They each wore one of Ruby's ubiquitous housecoats.  As usual,
Cissie had thrown hers open.

"They're sore," she explained.  "Just look at them!"  She raised one so
that all could appreciate its bruised inner thigh.

"Men's knees!" grumbled Flubbie.  "They got me too."  She raised her own
knee through the housecoat front.  On her slightly darker skin the less
frequent bruises were also less evident.

Ruby chuckled.  "You two were certainly popular this weekend.  Cissie, I
expect more than your legs are sore."

"Oh, yeah!"  The blonde clasped both hands over her shaved vulva and 
grinned.  "But I don't complain about that."

Flubbie regarded her askance.  "You finally got your wish, did you?"

When Cissie failed to respond, Ruby asked, "What wish?"

"She's been like, 'That parking lot was a real kick-in-the-pants.  Let's
get 'em again, Flubbie, please, please!'"

"What parking lot?"

"At the high school, where she took on 28 boys in the back of a car."

Julie said thoughtfully, "We only had a dozen this weekend."

"This time they weren't boys," said Cissie, shuddering.  Her hands 
tightened.

"Boys don't last," Flubbie added.  "She did that 28 in an hour."

"An hour!" breathed Julie.

Ruby sniffed.  "I'm surprised they were so much fun."

"They didn't slow down," explained Cissie with a dreamy smile.  "On and
off, on and off."

Ruby nodded sagely.  "I see: just one at the time."

"Yeah, not like this weekend."

Ruby grinned.  "Do you prefer two or three together, Cissie?"

The blonde heaved a sigh.  "I went to heaven this weekend.  Both days."

"We all noticed you're a screamer."

"I guess.  _Something_ makes my throat dry!  I'm glad you thought to 
bring cold beer."

Julie regarded her with interest.  "You don't know what you say?"

"While I'm fucking?  All I know is I'm in heaven."

"All of us went there this weekend," noted Ruby.  "Having so many girls
to play with gets the guys more excited.  And my nieces are real assets;
they all said so."

"Assets?" said Flubbie, hand on her posterior.

Julie giggled.  "What they say is you're blazing."

"Okay," said Flubbie with a gratified smile.

Ruby said, "We might have twice as many guys the next time we go to the
ball field.  Think you could handle that?"

"In the parking lot she did 28," Flubbie asserted.

"When's the next time?" asked Cissie.

"It's hard to tell," said Ruby.  "We've got two substitute captains 
for the cutter.  Roger doesn't take her out every time it's his turn."

Flubbie said, "He was out this weekend, wasn't he?  That's why he wasn't
at the ball field.  I don't understand.  He likes to fuck as much as 
anybody.  Look what he and Fergie did to Cissie our first night!"

Ruby explained, "Very few guys are brave enough to carry on with an 
officer's wife in front of him, especially one in their chain of 
command.  Or his nieces.  The Coast Guard _really_ screws you for that!"

"Why does it care?"

Julie grinned.  "Fergie says those old captains and admirals don't want
anybody to get laid when they can't."

Ruby said, "Actually it has to do with keeping the guys in line -- with
what they call discipline.  All the military services are strong on 
that."

"You mean stopping fights, like you did between Joey and that other guy
over who got my asshole next."

Julie giggled.  "I liked what you said: 'her asshole's not going to 
close up.'  I meant to ask you, Flubbie.  You seem to _like_ it up your
ass."

The black-haired girl shrugged.  "What if I do?"

"But it ...  Does it feel good?"

"Good enough.  And you can't get knocked up."

"If I do more of it, will it feel better?"

"You don't mean it hurts!"

"Not exactly."  Julie took a deep breath.  "How long've you been doing 
it?"

"It's how we started -- well, after cocksucking.  The old guy that 
babysat us did us up the ass first."

"How old were you?"

"Eleven."

"Wow, that's young!"

"Speaking of knocked up," said Ruby, "are you girls taking your pills 
regularly?"

"Oh, yeah," answered Flubbie.  "Thanks to you we didn't miss a day.  
Good thing too!  We fucked more the first day than the whole week 
before."

"And the day after too," added Cissie.  She smiled.  "This is such a 
fine place!"

"Yes, it is," Ruby agreed.  "We don't have to worry about our men 
catching some vile disease."

They heard someone knock on the front door below them.

Ruby added, "Speaking of whom!"

Julie sprang up, pulled her housecoat closed and leaned over the 
balustrade.  She raised her voice.  "Hi, Smitty!"

Ruby hissed, "You'll scare him away!"

Julie withdrew and spun around, hand over mouth.  "Sorry!"

"Go let him in -- if he's still there."

The girl entered the upstairs hall, carefully not slamming the screen 
door.

Flubbie asked, "Why would she scare him away?  Doesn't Smitty like her?"

"Because talking over the balcony might attract somebody else's 
attention, which he doesn't want, believe me!  Of course he likes her.
Why not?"

"None of the guys paid her much attention on the ball field."

"With you two foxy pussies spread open?  You shouldn't be surprised."

Cissie laughed in appreciation.  Flubbie noted, "Didn't keep them off 
you."

Ruby grinned.  "I'm a foxy pussy too.  Julie's starting slow.  Give her
a few years."

Shortly Julie appeared at the hall door.  A man stood behind her.  
Neither opened the screen.

Ruby craned her neck.  "Is that you, Smitty."

"Yeah."  His voice was gruffly male.  "I better not come out there."

"I understand.  We'll come in."

She led man and girls into the upstairs den, where all took seats.  
Flubbie and the man smiled at each other.  He was a young man, stocky, 
with short brown hair, wearing a slightly wrinkled blue field uniform, 
adorned with the two stripes of a seaman apprentice.

Ruby asked, "How long do you have, Smitty?"

He glanced at his wristwatch.  "About two hours.  Gorch'll be checking 
on me at 13:00."

"You're planning to miss lunch?"  She grinned.  "Want something to eat?"

He grinned in return.  "Won't have time for that."

Flubbie said brightly, "Can I get him a cold beer?"

"Not if he's returning to duty," said Ruby firmly.  "Julie, go get him a
glass of coke.  What else is your pleasure, Smitty?"

"Well, I, uh ..."  Looking around at the girls, his grin faded.  
"Somehow this weekend I never got the chance ..."  He paused, eyes 
locked with Flubbie's.

Ruby snorted.  "Hard to believe you missed any chances this weekend!"

"Well, I missed one.  And from what the guys said ...  Miss Flubbie, you
sweet thing, can I have a couple hours with you?"

The black haired girl's face lit.  "Oh, yeah, Smitty!"  Standing, they 
met in the middle of the room and fell kissing into each other's arms.

Ruby also stood.  "Come on back to the balcony, Cissie.  We know when 
we're not wanted."

Cissie shook her head.  "He'll want me in a few minutes.  They always 
do."

"Maybe you're right.  Send Julie out when she gets back with his drink."

"Okay."

As Ruby passed through the screen door, she heard Flubbie say while 
tugging at his buttons, "I think you're the studliest guy on the 
island."

Julie soon appeared and paused beside the glider.  Her face showed her 
surprise.  "Don't you want to watch?"

"When a guy asks for a particular girl, you let him have her."

"Then what's Cissie doing in there?"

"I've been watching the two of them for better than a week.  When 
Flubbie gets first poke, she always turns the guy over to Cissie to 
clean him up."

"Yuck!"

Ruby chuckled.  "Some women love that combination."

"Jism and ..."

"Pussy juice.  I don't mind it myself.  You're still very young, Julie."

"I know it."  The girl flopped onto the glider and crossed her hands 
over her chest.  "I hope my boobs get bigger soon."

"Did your mother have big ones?"

"I ... don't remember.  Haven't seen her lately."

"They'll get bigger, although not as soon as you wish, maybe."

"The guys don't like me."

The woman smiled at her.  "Sorry you brought me Flubbie and Cissie?"

"I ... guess.  A little.  Not that more than three or four of them would
do me before!"

"I think that's because of who you are, not the size of your boobs."

The girl declared, "I know they'll like me better when they get bigger."

"Probably."  The woman's smile vanished.  "Julie, I've been meaning to 
ask you.  Are you on the pill?"

"You mean birth control pills?"

"Yes."

Julie looked silently away.

"What?" said Ruby.  "My god, you don't mean ...  When was your last 
period?"

"I don't remember.  Maybe July."

"Oh, shit!  _Are_ you taking the pills?"

The girl took a deep breath.  "I forgot to tell Daddy to get them."

"Julie, I hate to think ...  When's your next period supposed to 
happen?"

"Um ... It was supposed to happen the first week in August."  At last 
the girl looked around at the woman.

"And you've missed it by more than two weeks, haven't you."

"I guess so."

Now Ruby took a deep breath.  "Oh, god, that tears it!"  She got to her
feet and started for the door.

"What's wrong?" asked Julie.

"I can't believe you don't know what's wrong.  If you mean, where'm I 
going, I'm getting dressed and going to the commissary -- the drug 
section."

Julie's face brightened.  "Hey, I'll go with you."

"No, you won't.  You stay right here until I get back.  And don't take a
piss while I'm gone, okay?"


* * *


When Ruby returned, she found Julie leaning in the den doorway, watching
a nude Smitty fucking Cissie on the couch.  The blonde lay 
catty-cornered, legs wrapped around his hips as he knelt on the carpet 
before her.  Flubbie knelt beside them, hanging on his shoulders and 
licking his ear.  Both girls were naked.

Ruby said, "Julie, come on into the bathroom."  As the girl followed 
her, she added, "I thought he had the hots for Flubbie."

"He did -- for her asshole.  He sure put the juice in it!  Didn't take 
long."

"Smitty's a fast popper the first time.  Here.  Pee in this bedpan."

Julie straddled the commode, holding the curved pan between her legs.  
Urine rattled.  Finished, she studied the results and shrugged.  "Looks
normal to me."

Ruby chuckled.  "What'd you expect?  Set the pan on the counter."

The woman tore open the box labeled, _Pregnancy Test_, and scanned the 
directions, saying with a shrug, "These things have changed!"  She freed
a strip and holding it by the blue end, thrust it into the yellow liquid
while counting to three by thousands.  Removing it, she pulled off a 
tissue and laid the strip on it.

"Now what?" asked Julie.

"Now we wait five minutes, according to the directions.  Do you happen 
to know how many periods you've had?"

"Since I started?  Not really; I didn't count."

"Well, when did you start?"

"This spring.  I think it was March."

"What do you use for the blood?"

"Use?  Oh.  Like tampons?  I had to get the smallest they had in the 
commissary."

"_You_ had to get them?  Didn't you tell your father?"

"No.  I felt ... squeamish."

"I hope you talked to a woman in the commissary."

"I did.  Did it matter?"

"Yeah.  A man would've told all over the station that the old man's 
daughter started her periods."

Julie blinked.  "Who would care?"

"As I said before, it's who you are, honey.  Tell me: when did you ... 
lose your cherry?"

"In June."

"You probably haven't noticed," said Ruby dryly, "but now you can use 
larger tampons."

"If I have another period, you mean."

"Well, when a woman first begins, sometimes she misses one or two while
her body gets into the rhythm."

"You mean ..."  Julie's eyes widened.  "I might not be pregnant?"

"You might not.  We'll know in another minute or two."

They could hear the couch creaking in the den.  Julie said musingly, 
"Smitty's second time can last."

"That's true of all men, honey.  The difference is that not all of them
can go a second time so soon after the first."

"Why not?"

"One of the differences.  Haven't you noticed?  Some guys lose their 
hard-ons right away."  Ruby chuckled.  "That's when they remember who 
they just fucked."

After awhile the woman took a deep breath.  "That ought to be about five
minutes.  The directions say we'll see a bright _control_ band in the 
white area and below it ...  Oh, shit, Julie, bad news!"

She held up the strip.  Two narrow bands were clearly evident below the
colored part.

"What's it mean?" said Julie, licking dry lips.

"That you're caught, honey."

The girl snatched the strip, held it close and studied it intently.  
"The bottom band is fainter.  Couldn't it be a mistake?"

"No.  The directions say the strongest indicator comes with first 
morning pee.  This is what to expect at lunch time.  If you weren't 
caught, only the control band would show."

"Oh, god!"

"Oh, god, indeed!"  Ruby shook her head, sighing.  "This will probably 
ruin everything."

"What do you mean, 'everything?'  _I'm_ the pregnant one."

"You'll have to tell your father, Julie.  And he'll find out 
everything."

"I don't have to mention you and the guys."

"Don't you?  Then how did you get caught?"

Julie considered the point, obstinate expression quickly fading.  Her 
chin sank into her hands.  "Oh, shit!"

Ruby hugged her.  "Poor kid.  Poor _us_!"


* * *


Julie had checked the schedule posted in the mess hall.  Her father was
due to lead the patrol starting tomorrow.  Her showdown with him -- as 
she thought of it -- must be tonight or it would have to wait another 
three days.  That might be too late!  Just how pregnant was she?

Her father's bedroom possessed a full-length mirror attached to the 
closet door.  After stripping off her clothing, she stood before it, 
turning to gain a view of her torso, absently gauging the size of 
breasts that were budding at last.  She kneaded the flesh of her stomach
and turned again to view her belly from the other side.

"I'm not showing yet," she murmured to herself, "but with my luck it 
won't take long."  She sighed.

As she contemplated herself, the door slammed downstairs.  Heavy feet 
thumped on the stairs.  Her sigh deepened but she stood still before the
mirror, cringing only slightly.  Now was the time!

Her father entered the room through the open bedroom door, stopped in 
surprise then said fondly, "Hi, Julie!  Did you have supper?"

"Yes, Daddy.  I fixed a sandwich."

He was unconcerned about her state of undress, as was she.  Though she 
was gradually ceasing to expose herself to him, such behavior was still
familiar enough to draw no comment.

He slipped past her to hang a freshly pressed uniform in the closet, 
asking over his shoulder with a grin, "Do you like what you see?"

"Not really.  Is my stomach getting large, you think?"

"Well ..."  He returned beside her to study her reflection.  "You've 
just about lost your baby fat, precious, and you're developing very 
nicely.  Your breasts are larger than the last time I noticed them."

She fondled herself with both palms, meeting his eyes in the glass.  He
was not a foot taller than she.  "Do you really think so, Daddy?  They 
look the same as ever to me."

"But you remember when you never had them at all, don't you?"

"Yesh, and I had a little round stomach."

"You're growing up, Jewel.  You now have more flesh in some spots and 
less elsewhere.  Your tummy's flatter, but your chest no longer is.  
Your legs are longer and your thighs have lost their pudginess."

"Hair has started growing on my privates."

"Of course, but I decided not to mention that."

She sidled close, into his embrace, asking almost in a whisper, "Do you
think I'm sexy, Daddy?"

"Fathers aren't supposed to admit that about their daughters, 
sweetheart, but yes, you are indeed sexy.  I guess you're at an age when
I need to say something about the danger of boys."

"I already know, Daddy.  I really do."

"You can't know all that much, precious.  You were still a tomboy at the
start of the summer."

"I'm thirteen, now.  I have periods."

"I realize that.  I hope you understand what it means."

"It means that I can get pregnant, Daddy."

"Yes, in time, when you're older and have a boyfriend."

"Do you need a boyfriend for that, Daddy?  Isn't it just sex?"

His eyes narrowed.  "Are you planning to have sex without going steady 
with a boy?  My little girl isn't like that, sweetheart.  Only slutty 
girls sleep around.  Besides, you're too young to even think about such
things." 

Julie began to whimper softly against his chest.  Suddenly concerned, he
stroked her bare back.

"What's the matter, precious?"

"Daddy, would you still love me if I was a slut?"

"I'll always love you, Julie, no matter what.  Why do you ask such a
ridiculous question?"

"B-because I am."

He stiffened.  "Don't be silly.  What is this?  Have you been fooling 
around with Vale's son?  What's his name?"

"Creight."

"Well, have you?"

Looking up fearfully at him, she nodded.

"I knew it, dammit!  Did you ..." Partridge took a breath, "let him have
your virginity?"

"No."  She gasped a sob.  "But Daddy, I think I'm pregnant!"

He rubbed finger tips along the bumps of her spine, hesitating before 
speaking again.  Then he smiled.

"I'm sure you're mistaken, darling.  Creight has been touching you, has
he?  You can't get pregnant by such childish naughtiness.  Don't you 
know that?"

She stepped back and looked with teary eyes into her father's face.  "I
went all the way, Daddy, and now I've missed a period."

He sighed.  "That doesn't necessarily mean anything.  When did you start
your periods?  In the spring, wasn't it?"

Julie answered a different question.  "Ruby went down to the commissary
and got a test kit."

"Ruby!  Do you mean Ruby Klieger?  What are you doing with her?"

"I've made really good friends with her this summer."

"What did she say the test showed?"

"That I'm really pregnant."

Her father grew furious, although he sought vainly to control himself.
"Ruby, for god's sake!  Did she tell you to give yourself to that, that
... little punk, Creight?  Your body is not yours -- or hers -- to throw
away like that!  It belongs to me until you're eighteen!  That kid's no
older than you."  He gritted his teeth.  "What in the world made you 
turn to Ruby?"

Tears streaked the girl's cheeks.  "Ruby didn't make me have sex."

"Didn't she?  Then I hope to god you don't take after your mother!"

Julie threw herself onto his bed and curled into a fetal position.  She
began to bawl convulsively.

"Both you and Creight are too young!" he stormed.  "You can't get 
married!"

He sat on the bed beside her, legs over the side, and pulled on her hip
until she lay on her back.  She quieted for the moment, looking up at 
him.

"He may not be the one, Daddy," she said.

The man gaped at her foolishly.  "Don't tell me that!"  He took a deep 
breath before continuing, controlling his voice with difficulty.  "How 
many?  How many boys have you had sex with?"

"I don't really know," she bawled.  "I lost count!"

"Julie!  Were you gang-raped?"

"No, Daddy.  No one forced me.  I liked it."

"You're just a half-grown girl, barely pubescent!  Who are these guys?"
His brow knitted.  "On this island?  They must be older.  By god, 
they're in my command!"

"Please, Daddy.  I don't want to get anybody into trouble."

"Trouble?" he raged.  "You don't know the beginning of trouble, Julie!
You're sleeping around and got yourself knocked up!  And you're only 
thirteen years old!"

He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it forcefully.  "You enjoy 
having guys touch you?  I've often admired your cute titties, but I 
never thought of fondling them, because you were my sweet, innocent 
daughter!

"So you _like _guys sticking their cocks into you!  That settles it: 
you're your mother's daughter."  He thrust his hand between her thighs 
and jabbed two fingers into her vagina.  "Why shouldn't _I_ do it, now 
that you're giving yourself away to any guy who asks?"

"Please, Daddy!" she cried.  "You're hurting me!  You said you'd love me
no matter what."

Suddenly he stood up from the bed and turned away.  "Yes, I did, and I 
still do.  But I never anticipated being tested so cruelly.  I'm going 
downstairs now.  You get dressed and join me.  We have a lot to 
discuss."


* * *


Julie came into the kitchen, barefoot, wearing T-shirt and shorts.  Her
father sat at the table with a bottle of Scotch and a half filled glass.
He looked at her and  acknowledged that his daughter was a powerfully 
desirable piece of jail bait.

"Daddy," she asked, "are we going to have sex together?"

Nothing about her could surprise him any more.  He calmly replied, "No,
Julie, and I want you to stop parading naked around the house."

She seemed disappointed, or was he mistaken?

"No," he said again, "but I'll probably touch you differently from now 
on."

"You were too rough upstairs, Daddy.  You hurt me."

"I'm sorry, Julie.  I won't hurt you again.  You're still my little 
girl, and I love you no matter how much trouble you've caused."

"Ms. Ruby said that I should tell you about it."

He chuckled ironically.  "Because pretty soon I'd be asking how you got
a swollen belly?"  His humor vanished.  "Of course she knows what you've
been up to."

"Yes, Daddy.  She said you'd probably want to talk to her about it.  She
said there's no way we can keep it a secret now."

"What secret, precious?  What have you done worse than spreading your 
legs for the guys?"

"Maybe she should explain that, Daddy.  I wouldn't know how to start."

"Start with your first guy.  Who was he, if not Creight?"

"P-Pongo."

The man blinked.  "What?  Your cousin?  He was only here for a night or
two at the beginning of the summer."

"I know, but he showed me some videos and ... we did it."

"Videos!  That little bast--  All right, water over the dam!"  He 
sighed.  "I want to hear it all, Julie.  Did Pongo whet your appetite?
Who was next?"

"Creight and Dave."

"Dave who?"  The man shook his head.  "I don't know their first names."

"The Pelchers' boy."

"What?  He's just a ...  Is he even old enough to get it up?"

"Oh, yes.  I taught him to squirt."

"Squirt?"  He blinked at her.

"You know, ejaculate."

"How in the world --"

"In my mouth."

"You, you ..."  He glared.  Somehow a cock in her sweet mouth seemed the
far worse violation.

"And then there were other guys, older."

"You haven't been off the island all summer, so they were in my command,
weren't they."

"Yes, Daddy."

"How many?"

"I don't know.  Six or eight, maybe."

"That many!"  He sighed.  "Well, I guess it could be worse.  _Where_ did
you meet them?  Here?"

"At Ruby's.  Or in the woods.  Mostly at Ruby's."

"That figures!" he said ironically.  "Was Roger there?"

"Two or three times."

"And he laid you too, did he?"

"No, although I would have."

"Jesus Christ!"

"He said I needed to fill out more."

"I can just imagine.  He likes them full-figured, like his wife."

"She sure is, isn't she!  But he likes Ruby's nieces, even Flubbie."

"Ruby's infamous nieces!"  He stood up.  "Come on, we're heading to 
Ruby's house.  Roger is off on patrol.  I wonder who she's entertaining
tonight."


* * *


They walked slowly down the sidewalk toward the Klieger house, which was
a few hundred feet distant.  Surprising the girl, Partridge had paused 
in his room to take up a briefcase that now dangled from his arm.  As 
they walked, they saw movement on the Klieger verandah, although the 
light was too dim to determine who was present.

Partridge chuckled ironically.  "She's certainly entertaining 
_somebody_!"

Diffidently Julie sought her father's free hand.

"Jewel," he asked, taking it into his own, "are you old enough to 
experience, you know, _real _pleasure when you have sex?"

"I know the word, Daddy: orgasm.  More often than not I feel it.  It's 
awesome!  Will it get better when I'm older?"

"I don't know about girls, sweetheart, but guys get the full blast from
early on."

"Daddy, don't you need sex any more?  Are you too old for that?  You 
don't date."

"I'm hardly too old, precious.  I have sex from time to time, but now I
think I should find a new wife."

"I'll be your wife, Daddy."

"Absolutely not!  Although I doubt many fathers ever heard such a sweet
proposal.  Besides I've decided to send you to live with your Aunt Agnes
in Columbus."

"With Aunt Agnes!  Please, Daddy ..."  Julie started to pout but 
recalled that Pongo went to college in Columbus.

"It's selfish of me, honey.  My career won't withstand a pregnant, 
thirteen-year-old daughter.  Agnes will ... help you and spare us from 
embarrassment."

They continued on, now silently.  As they neared the Klieger house, they
heard footsteps thumping on stairs and the backdoor slammed.

Partridge grunted.  "Who do you suppose?"

"Probably it was Creight and Dave."

"What were they doing there, precious?"

"Ms. Ruby nieces live with her now.  I guess the boys were visiting."

"Of course.  Tell me, Julie: does Ruby ...  We might as well be frank 
now.  Does she fuck them too?"

"Creight, but not Dave.  She says he's too boyish."

A womanly soprano floated down from above.  "Is that you, Arnie?"

"Julie and I.  We need to talk."

"Come on up to the den.  We've been expecting you."

"Who's with you?"

"Just my nieces."

He stepped up on the porch, opened the screen door and walked without 
hesitation through the house and up the stairs, leaving Julie to follow.
She noted that he needed no direction.  Were all the island house plans
on his computer?

Lamps on end tables lit the den adequately.  Julie followed the man 
inside the room and stood just behind him.  Ruby was seated on the 
longest couch, flanked by the two girls.  All three were barefoot, 
wearing their customary housecoats.  The girls' hair needed attention 
but the woman's makeup was immaculate.

Partridge rested his free hand on that hip.  "Ruby, we need to discuss 
what's been going on with you and Julie -- as well, obviously, with an 
unspecified number of men and boys."

"Very well, Arnie.  But first, I don't believe you've met my nieces.  
They weren't here on your last visit.  This is Flubbie on my right.  The
blonde is Cissie."

"We're pleased to meet you," said Flubbie with a polite smile.

Instead of acknowledging the introduction, he said, "Last names the same
as your maiden name, I understand, and both are 17."

The woman's eyes glittered.  "That's what we told you."

"We can do better than that, Ruby.  The one with black hair is Florence
Alford.  The blonde is Shelby Beveril.  Both are age 14."

Ruby's eyebrows rose.  Both girls stared at him with wide eyes.

He laid the briefcase on the coffee table, popped it open and withdrew 
two computer printouts that he handed to the woman.  She glanced at 
them, sighed and passed one to Flubbie, the other to Cissie.

"What's the paper?" asked Julie.

"FBI wanted posters," said Partridge, "with their photographs and 
complete descriptions."

"What are they wanted for?"

"Nothing illegal.  Yet.  They're in the database as runaways, last seen
over a month ago getting into a car with unknown men in Port Jefferson,
New York.  Curiously enough, the yacht that foundered, _Long Island 
Belvedere_, was based at Port Jefferson.  Did you know all that, Ruby?"

The woman took a breath.  "I didn't know their last names or exactly 
where they were from.  I guess you want to know why I lied to you."

He grinned sourly at her.  "Knowing you, my dear, I believe I 
understand.  Are they truly so randy?"

"Oh yes!  They're exactly like me at that age: can't get enough."

"I see."

"But do you?  Cissie, show him."

The blonde got willingly to her feet and threw off the housecoat.  She 
performed a brief burlesque dance before him with chest thrown out, 
breasts bouncing, hips gyrating, a hand fluffing her hair.

When she stood still, hands on hips, she said in the wide-eyed smile and
husky voice of Marilyn Monroe, "I'd love to suck your cock all day 
long."

"My god!" he uttered involuntarily.

Flubbie spoke up.  "She means it too.  All day and all night, if you'll
let her.  She loves it."

"What about you?"

"I'll be right beside her, doing whatever you wish."

He nodded, looking at Ruby.  "Indeed you _were_ expecting me!  Did _you_
teach her that stripper's dance?"

"No," said the woman, "I think it's instinctive."

Cissie pressed her belly up against him and puckered her lips for a 
kiss.  Instead he slipped a backwards-turned hand between them, pushed 
two fingers into her vagina and from the inside compressed her clitoris
against his palm.  She was wet; his fingers entered easily.

"Ooo!" she moaned.

"I admit this one is randy!"  He sighed heavily and stepped back.  "But
I came here to talk, Ruby, and that's all."  His voice firmed.  "Young 
lady, put on your clothes and sit back down."

As the miffed girl obeyed, Ruby said with a shrug, "All right, Arnie.  
Do you want privacy for this discussion?"

"Parts of it, maybe."  He indicated the "nieces."  "Do they know about 
Julie's ... condition?"

"_I_ didn't tell them!"

"Then ... of course, it's the basic reason I'm here, as you and I know.
But tonight I learned a lot more as well."

The woman sighed.  "Yes, I guess you have.  Should I send the girls out?
It's up to you."

"I don't have to discuss Julie's condition.  I've already decided what 
to do about that."

"Then why don't you sit down?"

"Thank you."  He gestured for Julie to join him on the facing couch.  
Taking a deep breath, he said, "My daughter tells me she's been sexually
active with numerous partners here on the island.  Is that your 
understanding?"

"Exactly, but let me say right off that she was not seduced by me."

"Creight, you think?"

"Creight and Dave."

"Little Davis Pelcher!"  He shook his head.  "Perhaps Julie seduced 
_him_."

"Partly she did.  Let me assure you that neither myself nor any other 
adult is implicated with that child."

"You and others are culpable, though, and I want to know how culpable.
In particular how far has Julie advanced in her sexuality?"

"During the past couple of months, Arnie, she has learned and 
experienced more about sex than most women do in their entire lives."

"She's only thirteen, for god's sake!"

"It happens like that sometimes."

"How about you, Ruby?  Did you start that young?"

"In that respect I was more fortunate than many girls, but let's not 
talk about me.  It's Julie who has the problem."

"And you don't?  Christ, Ruby, what have you been doing with Julie and 
the other kids?"

"I didn't want to discuss it, because it might trouble you."

"What's to discuss?  I assume you've been fucking boys and licking twats
with these girls.  You could wind up in the slammer!"

She sighed.  "You won't report me, Arnie, not after what we've meant to
each other."

"That's not the reason, as you very well know."  He paused in a moment's
thought.  "You told me once that Roger knew about us.  How does he 
know?"

She shrugged.  "I told him of course!"

"Did you!  And how did he react?"

"He wanted to hear every detail, just as he does with all my 
carryings-on.  He approves of them, Arnie.  I think he hopes it will tie
his career to yours."

"Is he so cold-blooded?"

She shook her head.  "I'd call him _hot_ blooded."  She grinned.  "He 
says that he can only fuck twice a day, but through me he gets laid a 
lot more often than that."

Partridge looked thoughtful.  "And he's not worried ... about you 
running off with another man?"

"Why should he be -- if he lets me have them here?"

"An interesting point."  He took a breath.  "Julie says that she has 
slept with several men in my command."

"In a manner of speaking, Arnie."

"Yes, I gather they don't actually sleep.  This has occurred under your
supervision?"

"Mostly, I suppose."

"And you and your 'nieces.'  How many have you three _not_ slept with?"

"You want numbers?"  The woman stared at him.  "At our last orgy I 
believe twelve of your men attended."

"Plus the two boys?"

"Yes."

"And Julie?"

"Yes, Arnie."

"This room isn't large enough for so many."

"We held it in a clearing beyond the ridge that the kids call the ball 
field."

He looked at his daughter.  "You were there, Julie?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Who did you fuck?"

"C-Creight and Dave.  And ... four others."

"Only _four_?"

"Most of them think I'm too young."

Ruby said, "They all know she's your daughter."

He sighed.  "What have you been doing here, Ruby, aside from 
entertaining your husband and his commander?"

After a moment the woman smiled slightly.  "I think of it as a course in
sexual education.  It has some benefits, you know.

"Oh yeah?  For you?"

"Yes, I enjoy it immensely and so does Roger when I tell him.  But it 
keeps a lot of your guys on station, especially on the weekends.  You 
have no discipline problems with _them_."  She chuckled lightly.  "They
think the Coast Guard ought to make such education generally available."

He grinned sourly.  "As a special duty of execs' wives?"

"Maybe a special MOS."

He said dryly, "I won't be a hypocrite.  If they can name an admiral who
might approve, I'll let them write him."  He sighed.  "So you've become
a pedophile and a lesbian, Ruby?"

"Only incidentally.  Don't be so staid, Arnie.  It's the Twenty-First 
century."

"You mean the new age allows sex with children?"

"The kids enjoy it."

"And you as well, I'm sure.  Maybe I'm too retro, but I refuse to sleep
with my thirteen year old daughter."

The woman's eyes sparkled.  "She offered?"

"Almost in so many words.  That shit has to stop, Ruby.  I'm sending 
Julie to live with my sister in Ohio.  Agnes will take care of the 
problem, one way or the other."

"Face the facts, Arnie.  Julie won't change even in Ohio.  As for me, I
much prefer adult men, although I do confess to enjoying occasional 
snuggles with a girl."

"Like these two.  But they can't stay here, Ruby.  Others have seen 
those posters."

"I understand, Arnie.  We've discussed it and the girls know."

"What will you do with them?"

"Put them on the ferry with CPO Bakersfield, if you don't prevent it.  
He'll buy them bus tickets for Port Jefferson."

Partridge looked at Flubbie.  "But will you two go home then?"

The girl's chin rose.  "We'll be out of your hair, either way."

Cissie's voice was more submissive.  "We have to get back before school
starts."

Flubbie said mockingly, "Thinking of those 28 boys, are you, honey?"

Partridge let that pass.  He said firmly to Ruby, "Your girls and mine 
have to be shipped out by the end of the week.  Let's be done with it!"
He stood to leave, adding, "I expect you to take care of this promptly."

"I'll certainly take care of my two," said the woman.

"All right.  I'll talk to you later.  Come on, Julie."

As they returned to his house, he asked his daughter, "What's that about
28 boys?"


* * *


Two suitcases and a makeup case were to accompany Julie on her flight to
Columbus; the rest would be shipped later.  CPO Bakersfield, with Seaman
Honiker driving, was waiting before her house in the humvee at the 
appointed hour.  He had already picked up Ruby's "nieces."  Flubbie sat
between the men.  She was playing with Bakersfield's cock, a hand thrust
under his belt.

Cissie helped Julie stow her baggage.  A flight bag each was adequate 
transportation for what Ruby had bought them on the island.

"Good morning, everybody," said Julie, taking her seat in the vehicle.

They all responded as the humvee lurched forward.  Cissie, wearing 
jeans, went to her knees on the spacious floorboard and licked Honiker's
neck.  He flinched but straightened up to accommodate her.

"Oh, god," she murmured, "I'm going to miss your ever-hard banger."

"For a while," agreed Flubbie, "till you find another."

"It's really too bad," said Bakerfield, "you kids have to leave.  You 
were even more fun than my boat."

"Oh that was fun too," said Flubbie.  "When you took us fishing, we 
caught four dicks."

"Uh-huh!" enthused Crissie.

"I only caught Creight's," Julie grouched.

Flubbie said, "You'll do better when you come back to the island."

"If I ever do."

Flubbie craned her neck to look at the younger girl but said nothing.

The mainland ferry had not yet arrived.  At the slip everyone departed 
the humvee.  Honiker unloaded their bags.  All three girls took the 
moment to kiss him on the lips.  He returned to the vehicle and drove 
away with a doleful expression.

They found Creight and Dave waiting for them.  The boys spoke to the 
older girls but caught Julie's hands and pulled her aside.  "We want to
talk to you."  They tugged her behind a thick concrete stanchion where 
the strong morning breeze fluttered in their ears.

Watching them leave, Cissie asked aggrievedly, "Where are they taking 
her?"

"To get a last blowjob," guessed Flubbie.

Bakersfield laughed.

Cissie sidled up to him, her hand on his arm.  "Which is a good idea."

His laughter choked off but he smiled.  "Wait till we get on the ferry.
Did Ruby say why she didn't come to see you off?"

Flubbie answered, "She hates to see us go."

"Yeah, so do I, but when the boss says jump, you don't come down without
permission."

"What?" demanded Cissie, blinking at him.  "That's stupid!"

"But you notice who's jumping."

"He said we had to leave," admitted Flubbie.  "It made Ruby cry."

The man sighed.  "I guess so.  You're the kind she'd love as daughters."

On the far side of the stanchion Dave's face was gloomy.  "Creight says
you're leaving for good!"

Julie nodded.  "I might come back for visits."

"Just visits?  But where are you going?"

"To live with my aunt in Ohio."

"My god, Julie.  Did we do something?"

"It might not've been you."

"What might not've?"

"Who did something."

He looked puzzled.  "Don't you ... like us anymore?"

"Yeah, I like you."  She looked from one to the other and finally put 
her arms around both.  "You've stuck by me better than anybody."

"Then why're you leaving us?"

She misdirected them as her father had dictated.  "I'm going to school 
in Columbus."

"Oh," said Dave.  "Like a boarding school?"

"Except I can live with my aunt.  It'll be better than a ferry trip 
every day."

"But who'll you fuck?" asked Creight frankly.

She looked away.  "I don't know."  Pongo, she thought.  Maybe.  Then she
studied the boy's face with greater interest.  "You heard about Ms. 
Ruby's new rules, didn't you?  The question is, who'll _you_ fuck?"

Cissie stuck her head around the stanchion.  "Here comes the ferry.  
Come on back, Julie."

"We can still fool around with each other," Creight suggested as the
boys followed the girls.

"I'm not like you!" Dave declared under his breath.  "I'm not a queer!"

"I'm not either, but we've done it before enough times.  It's beats 
whacking off alone in the shower."

Cissie intercepted them, letting Julie go on.  She caught Dave's arm.  
Creight shrugged and joined the others.

"You won't forget me, will you?" asked the blonde.

"Of course not!  You're the only one who'll let me fuck."

"Besides Julie."

"She's like a sister."  He took her hands in his.  He stood half a head
shorter than she.  "I'll miss you and not just because I won't have any
girl to fuck now."

She pulled him against her and kissed the top of his head.  "Of all my 
guys this summer, Dave, you're my favorite.  You're a pretty boy with no
hair on his body and sporting a beautiful little cock.  I'll certainly 
miss you too.  I'll probably never find anyone like you again."

He grinned.  "Cissie, I found out I like blondes with lots of meat, 
girls like you.  But I'll miss more than your body.  I'll miss you as a
friend."

"At least you're not slobbering and telling me that you love me, like a
guy I dropped in the seventh grade."

"I don't know about love, Cissie.  I won't even kiss you good-bye.  
Let's just shake hands."

"We already are."

"There'll be other girls for me, Cissie.  There'll have to be."

Flubbie had drifted near.  She said, "You still don't know enough about
girls, Davy.  You only know the kind who spread before you ask.  Most of
them aren't like that."

"Don't all girls like to fuck?"

"Once they warm up.  It's not like you think, Dave.  Me, Cissie and 
Julie like sex pure and simple -- with girls and boys, men and women.  
We don't expect any pay-off besides orgasms.  The majority of girls want
more than that."

"Like what?"

"Presents and promises.  They want all your attention even when you're 
not having sex.  And they certainly won't share you with anybody else."

"That sounds like no fun, Flubbie.  I don't want to spend all my time 
with a girl."

"Yeah, I know.  That's why guys lie and cheat and make fools of 
themselves just to get pussy.  But with no girls around here after we 
leave, you and Creight will have to fuck each other and your fists."

"I'm not queer, Flubbie!"

"Maybe not, but Creight is half-way."  She snickered.  "He'll be there 
for you on lonely days."

"Maybe Ms. Ruby will change her mind."

"I doubt it.  She has enough grown-up guys to fuck, and I don't think 
she'll take any more risk fooling around with you and Creight."

"Bummer!  If things are going to be like that, I'd even let a girl lead
me around by the nose."

"But there aren't any more girls the right age on the island."

"Maybe my dad'll get transferred."

"You can always hope."

Creight came up quietly and embraced Cissie from behind, palming her two
soft breasts in the process.

"Time to go," he said.  "The ferry has docked."

"It has to unload first," Dave protested.

"That won't take long."

They joined the others.  Bakersfield smirked at Cissie.  "Looks like 
nobody to board except me and you girls.  I know a spot out of the 
pilot's sight.  You can suck my fat cock all the way to Portland."

"And I will too."


* * *


A small moving van had driven off the ferry and stood parked on the 
dock.  A strange man in Coast Guard uniform leaned against it while 
talking with the driver.

The girls, having said their good-byes to Dave and Creighton, followed 
Bakersfield, who managed their baggage, onto the ferry.  A woman and two
blonde, almost-adolescent girls disembarked, passing them in the 
opposite direction.  Cissie, behind the newcomers, waved wildly to the 
boys, pointing at the new girls.

"They must be moving here!" cried Dave, following her gestures 
wide-eyed.  "Come on, Creight.  Let's go meet them."

Cupping hands abour her mouth, Flubbie cried, "Watch out for the string in your
nose!"  Cissie dissolved in giggles.

END

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