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The Perks of Being a Doormat, Book Two by AnonyMPC (Mf, Mg, fg, teach,
oral, inc, first, loli, blackmail, preg)

   The Perks of Being a Doormat

   Book Two:

   **** Chapter One:

   "It's not fair," Stephanie whined.  "I already have to share a room with
her.  I have to share everything with her.  Now I have to share you, too."
She lay on my chest, a thin layer of sweat the only thing between me and my
love, a beautiful fourteen year old girl, here for a quick fuck on her
lunch break from school.  That was done, now, though I was still inside
her, mostly softened.

   "I know, baby," I said, stroking her back.  "I don't like it either. 
But you're not really sharing me.  It's just tutoring." That was how our
affair started.  At her mother's request, I tutored Steph Tuesdays and
Thursdays.  When I learned her problems at school were due to distraction
and a lack of sexual satisfaction, we were slowly drawn together in a road
that led to love, even though I was more than ten years older than her.  It
was wrong, I accept that, but it wasn't just sex, I genuinely felt I loved
her.

   "I know, but it's the best part of my whole week," she said with a pout.
"And now my little sister's going to mess it all up.  She messes everything
good up." The previous day, her mother (actually, her grandmother, but
she'd raised her from birth) had invited me to dinner and sprung the
bombshell...  since I'd done such a good job helping Stephanie raise her
grades, she wanted me to help with her eleven-year old sister, Bonnie.  I
couldn't find a good reason to tell her no.

   It was always one of my failings.  I'm a doormat, and have almost an
inability to say no to people when they ask for my help...  but on the
other hand, if it wasn't for that, Stephanie and I would never have gotten
together.  Either I would have said no to her mother, or I would have said
no when she asked me to help her masturbate so she could have a clear mind
before a test, or I would have said no when she asked me to tutor her
sexually.  I probably should have said no in all cases, but being a doormat
had made me very happy these last few weeks.

   I ran my hands over her straight black hair.  "It's the best part of my
week too...  but we'll find a way to manage." I never planned on doing
anything but tutoring Bonnie.  Of course, it was the same with Stephanie,
at first.

   "If Bonnie's here while you're tutoring me, you can't really fuck me,"
she pointed out.

   "Yeah, I've been thinking about how we're going to handle this.  Bonnie
probably doesn't need as much time.  So maybe instead of having you both
together, I have her first, and you can spend time with your friends after
school...  then I'll send her home and we can be together.  And we'll still
have lunch hours." On a regular basis, Stephanie would duck out of school
on her lunch hour and show up at my place.  Even when she just came to
talk, I still looked forward to it.  I worked from home and didn't have
many friends, so she was one of my few sources of social interaction.  I
wondered if that was the reason I fell in love with her, but it had to be
more than that.  She was sweet, smart, and a little shy, but no longer the
last around me.  If she was older, she would have been my perfect woman. 
As it was, she was pretty damn close, and the taboo aspect certainly added
a little spice.

   "I guess that could work.  It's just...  lunch hours aren't long
enough," she said.  "Between coming here, having to go back, and getting
ready for school again..." It wasn't much time when you put it like that.

   "Yeah.  In fact, speaking of which..."

   She looked at the clock, then groaned, and rolled off me.  "Thanks for
reminding me; I'd better get ready and go.  Unless you want me to skip
Geography."

   "Now, as your tutor, I can't advise you to skip a class," I said
lightly. "No matter how tempting it might be for me."

   "Yeah, I know.  And my Mom would kill me.  I bet she told them to call
her if I even get a late slip." She slipped out from under the covers and
stood up, giving me a view of her tight little ass.  Steph was small and
thin, and her ass was no exception, but something about it always seemed
happy and joyful, especially when she bent down, as she then did, in order
to fetch her clothes.  I watched for a while with a smile.

   Once she got them all, she smiled, leaned over to kiss me on the lips,
and then retreated to the bathroom.  I took the time to get dressed.  When
she came out, she was once again in her schoolgirl uniform, a blue kilt,
matching vest and jacket over a white shirt, with a tie.  In it, she looked
both the picture of innocent sweetness and like the subject of the secret
fantasy of many men, all at once.  It was amazing they still let schools
dress girls that way.  We kissed again at the door.  "I hope I'll be able
to make it here sometime this weekend.  If not I'll leave for school early
and come by Monday morning, okay?" She wasn't allowed to date until she was
sixteen, almost two years away, and so it was hard for her to get away from
her controlling mother and see me without coming up with a good excuse.

   I nodded and swatted her playfully on her butt.  "Get off to school."

   When she was gone, I got back to my work.  I liked my job...  it paid
well, I could set my own hours, and I only had to deal with my boss through
e-mail.  I once was a little more lax about it...  I'd often procrastinate
and finish my tasks at the last minute, just like in school, but my
relationship with Stephanie was making me more disciplined.  The more I got
done during working hours, the more I'd be available if Stephanie managed
to drop by.

   I saw Stephanie, and Bonnie, on Sunday, as it turned out.  I accepted an
invitation from my parents, and, unbeknownst to me, Grace had also been
invited along.  As much as I liked seeing Steph, it was incredibly hard to
be comfortable with her in any public setting.  One accidental slip of the
tongue and I'd be in for a world of hell, and teenagers aren't always the
best at keeping secrets.

   I tried to be polite but distant, and hoped Stephanie would understand.
I kept my conversations with her restricted to how her homework was going.
I also managed to explain to Grace about how I saw the best arrangement for
tutoring...  Bonnie first, then Stephanie after.  Grace deferred to my
judgment as a tutor.

   Thankfully, not much was expected of me.  My parents had been friends
with Grace for a while, so they dominated the conversation, and they
especially talked about the topic of that Sunday's sermon.  They were so
busy self-righteously agreeing with each other while disagreeing over very
minor interpretations of scripture, that I don't think my parents noticed
anything unusual about my behavior.  I was always a little awkward around
company.

   That didn't mean, though, that nothing unusual was going on.  When we
were sitting down at the table, Stephanie managed to subtly arrange to be
sitting beside me.  At Grace's house for dinner that prior Thursday, she'd
been trying to play footsie with me, across the table.  Sitting sidebyside,
my fears were confirmed.  She was going to try again.  I felt the soft
pressure of her foot on mine, grazing up against my leg, playing under the
hem of my pants.  In a perfect world I might have enjoyed such flirtatious
play, but with my and her parents right there, I just wanted her to cut it
out, but I couldn't tell her that.  Instead, I kept perfectly still, waited
for a moment when the others were particularly engrossed in discussing how
many other options there were to abortion, and gave her a pleading glare.

   She took the hint and let up, but then the next time there was a lull in
the conversation, Steph spoke up.  "Mom, can I go out for a few hours after
dinner?" she said.  "I wanted to go do some school work with a friend." She
tapped her foot on my toes twice, an improvised signal.

   Grace looked at her dubiously.  "It's not that Rachel is it?  I told you
I don't want you hanging around with her, she's a bad influence."

   "No, Mom.  It's a different friend.  It's Tina.  You know her.  We have
a skit to perform on Monday in History, and we need to practice."

   Grace shook her head.  "Fine, but remember, I want you home before
seven, it's a school night."

   She beamed.  "I will."

   If she was making an excuse to see me, I wanted to get out of there as
soon as possible...  and if not, I wanted the same, just so that there'd be
less chance of her getting caught trying something.  So I made up an excuse
about having work to catch up on, got a plate of leftovers to take home
(Mom makes great roast beef and seems to be under the impression that, on
my own without a woman, I eat nothing but pizza, ramen and baloney
sandwiches), and went home.

   Stephanie arrived about an hour after I got back, still wearing the same
blouse she had at my parents house, and we made out on my couch.  But I had
something else on my mind, too.  "You really got to cut out the flirty
stuff when other people are around," I said between kisses.  "I could get
into a lot of trouble."

   She seemed disappointed.  "I know.  I just wish we didn't have to hide.
It would be easier if somebody understood."

   "I don't think anybody will," I said.  "Just a few years.  It won't
matter then." I didn't think we would last that long before disaster
struck, but if she made it to 18, I thought a ten year age gap would no
longer be an insurmountable obstacle.  We might still have to hide it from
our parents, but we could go out openly among friends.  "Until then, it
would be a really, really bad thing if anybody even got a hint something
was going on between us."

   "Okay," she said.  "I'll stop playing around in front of Mom.  But
you've got to do something for me." I tilted my head towards her
questioningly.  "Well, you see, I was at dinner at one of my Mom's friends'
place earlier, and there was a really, really hot guy there.  And I
couldn't stop thinking about what I wanted to do to him.  I got a little
worked up.  You think you could help me with that?  Please?"

   Sometimes helping somebody else is its own reward.

   **** Chapter Two:

   Tuesday was my first session with Bonnie.  I was working on documenting
an update for one of my company's products, and when I heard somebody
coming up my stairs, for a moment I thought it was Stephanie.  By the time
I got to the door I remembered what the day was, and when I opened it, I
was surprised to see both of them.

   Bonnie and Stephanie looked a lot alike, in fact, except for the hair,
Bonnie looked much like a miniature version of Stephanie.  They were both
slight girls with a little color to their skin that made them look
Hispanic, although they were at least one-quarter Asian.  Their eyes,
although not distinctively Asian looking like their grandmother, Grace,
were almond shape and gave both of them an exotic quality.  Where Stephanie
had long, straight hair, often tied up in a ponytail, Bonnie's hair was
shorter, neck length, and had a little curl and bounce to it, which framed
her face.  She even wore a very similar school uniform, although because
Bonnie lacked breasts, on her it looked simply cute rather than erotic.

   Because of their similarities, I assumed that they shared a father,
although I had never asked, because I got that it was a sore subject. 
Their biological mother, Michelle, was, according to Grace, a heathen on
the road to hell, and a drug-addicted slut who wasted her life by getting
pregnant at 12 and again at 15, and ran away at 16.  I'd never met her.

   "Here," Stephanie said.  "Now you know where it is." This was directed
at her sister, who, I gathered, had used unfamiliarity with my address in
an attempt to get out of the appointment.  Steph smiled at me, and asked,
"So I guess I'll see you in an hour?"

   I nodded, wanting to kiss her, but with her sister there it was
impossible.  Bonnie came in, and Stephanie headed back down the stairs with
a sigh.

   I tried to smile encouragingly at Bonnie, who looked a little
intimidated to be in a relatively strange man's apartment, then waved her
over to where a desk was set up.  "I guess we should get started."

   Although Bonnie and Stephanie looked very similar, I quickly came to
note the differences were more in their personalities.  Stephanie had two
modes.  She was very shy, most of the time, which made her sexual appetites
and her habit of screaming uncontrollably when she had an orgasm all the
more adorable.  But once you got past the shyness, she was sweet, loving,
playful, but still a rather quiet and thoughtful girl.  Bonnie on other
hand was a bundle of energy.  She didn't ever seem shy, but was mercurial,
friendly and talkative one minute, sullen and angry the next.

   I saw a little of both sides when I was tutoring that first day, and
over our next few sessions I came to realize how hard it would be to
predict her moods .  She didn't ever want to be there, and would have
rather spent the time with her friends.  She made that clear, and it
probably made her initial attitude towards me more combative than it
otherwise would have.  Still, I could catch her interest from time to time
and she'd talk to me like we were best friends.  It was during those times
that I tried to go over her homework with her and help her with the
concepts she didn't understand.  But at other times, she seemed bratty and,
even though she had to be there because she was told to be, refused to do
work or pretended not to hear me or yelled at me for trying to explain
something the same way twice.

   Sometimes, it was an odd combination of both willingness and being
stubborn and difficult...  she was willing to do the work, but was very
insistent on what we had to do and for how long, trying in vain on
something she just wasn't getting when we could have been more productive
by moving on to another subject.  Sometimes she would only do her homework
if I wasn't in the room watching her, sometimes she demanded I stay with
her and point out when she made a mistake.  It was pretty frustrating, as a
tutor, to have no reliable tricks that worked for her.  I had a feeling
that in her tutoring sessions, whether we accomplished anything or wasted
both of our time was more a matter of luck than skill.

   I did my best with Bonnie for about three weeks.  I'd either help her,
or not, and then I would let her leave and wait for her sister to show up.
Although I still sometimes helped Stephanie out if she had trouble with
something at school, mostly we made love and talked about her day, or
things that interested us.  It wasn't usually in that order, but Stephanie
had a high sex drive and sometimes she would arrive early and drag me to
the bedroom practically the moment her sister was out of the door.

   One such time, she sat on the couch beside me and patiently waited her
turn.  When I dismissed Bonnie, and the little girl left, Steph started
climbing all over me on the couch.  "Finally," she breathed, and then
nipped my ear lightly.  "If I had to wait another minute I thought I was
going to burst." Within a few minutes, we were both naked, making out on
the couch, and she got on top of me.  It was one of her favorite positions,
that and plain old missionary.  She liked any position where she could kiss
me, during the act.

   She was eager, wet already and I didn't even spend time eating her out
this time...  I worried about her being horny all through school, for her
biggest problem had always been that when she was aroused, she couldn't
concentrate on lessons.  It was what had brought us together.  She pushed
herself up and down, repeatedly impaling herself on my shaft...  she seemed
content to do all the work, but I didn't want to just lay there.  As I
cupped one of her pear-sized breasts in one hand, I rested the other near
her hip so that I could play with her clit with my thumb.

   Before too long, she started with her moans.  Steph's orgasms were
predictable.  She might be quiet at first, but when she got really into it,
she'd start moaning, louder as she got closer to cumming.  Finally, she
would start shouting, asking me to fuck her or telling me she loved me, and
her pussy would squeeze onto my cock, almost like she was milking it. 
Then, at the climax, she would lose all control...  she could hold back on
the moans before that point, but once she started thrashing her mouth would
open and she would yell, an inarticulate scream of pleasure, although some
might think it was pain, if they overheard.

   I was lucky on that front.  My landlord, a real estate holding company,
wasn't able to rent out the neighboring units, nor the long-vacant store
beneath our feet.  Nobody was liable to hear us, and even if somebody did,
they had no reason to connect the sound to me and the piece of jailbait who
visited me on a regular basis.  I dreaded the day when I'd have to worry
about the neighbors.

   When I heard Stephanie's climax starting, I thrust my hips upwards into
her repeatedly to maximize her pleasure.  She came, and collapsed onto me,
wiped out for a moment.  I hadn't come yet.  I felt pretty good about that,
because I was always the type of person who liked to please my partner
first.  I didn't have to wait long to get my own satisfaction though, for
after a break of about ten seconds, she started riding me again, more
gently and deliberately, but I didn't mind.  She kissed me, first on the
lips, and then just above, and I spent myself inside of her.

   Afterwards we cleaned up and she helped me make dinner, which she liked
to do even though she couldn't share, because she would be expected to eat
at home.  Finally, we went over some of her lessons...  my earlier worries
were well-founded.  She hadn't been able to pay attention, and wanted my
help to go over things so she was sure she understood.  I was happy to
help.

   **** Chapter Three:

   Our very next tutoring session, Bonnie was acting unusually smug about
something, and kept asking me about what time we were ending that day.  I
figured that she had other plans, and I would have been more than willing
to let her go immediately, but I didn't want Grace to think I was skimping
out on my tutoring duties, so I went over a few questions she had in Math,
and English, and then decided to just let her do her homework.

   I sat beside her looking over her progress and cleared my throat when
she made a math mistake, and she got into one of her moods.  "No," she
said. "You're making me nervous.  I'm not going to do it if you're going to
stand over me watching."

   "Fine," I said.  "I'll let you work and I'll watch some TV."

   That wasn't acceptable to her.  "Out of the room," she said.  "You'll
jinx me.  You can check it afterwards and tell me how I did."

   I sighed, but complied.  As I started towards the hall, I said, "Okay,
let me know when you're done."

   I went into the bedroom, cleaned up the area a little so it would look
tidy when Steph arrived, and then I rubbed my chin and realized I needed a
shave.  So I headed into the bathroom, closed the door, as I had a habit of
doing when I went in for any reason, and covered my face in foam.

   I was working on my sideburns when I heard a door slam.  I called out,
first Bonnie's name, then Steph, but received no answer, so I quickly
finished up shaving and rinsed my face, and went to investigate.  It was
all quiet.  I went into the living room, and saw just Bonnie's homework
answers, but Bonnie and her book bag were gone.  On top of the homework was
a note "Can I leave early today?  Already did.  You can check my homework
and give it to my sister." I sighed to myself, but although I was annoyed
at her lack of discipline, I had to admit I was happy with the result.  It
meant less work for me.

   I looked over her answers, making notes here and there.  On the whole
they were sloppy, and it seemed like she rushed through them, so there were
a lot of red marks.  I was just about done when I heard a soft knock on my
door.  It was Stephanie.  I let her in with a smile.

   She looked around cautiously.  "I know I'm early again but my friend had
to go home and I didn't have anywhere else to hang out while I waited."

   "She's already gone," I said.

   Steph pulled her cell phone from her pocket and checked the time.  "But
it's still early!"

   "I know, I guess she just really wasn't in the mood today." I shrugged.

   She rolled her eyes in exasperation.  "Figures.  She's always lazy with
her chores too...  Mom's always yelling at her to finish them." Then she
smiled, "But maybe I shouldn't be hard on her this time." She stepped
forward to close the distance between us, and kissed me, open mouth.  "So,
Mister Jacobs," she began with a sultry look.  Normally, she called me by
my first name, Tim, but she sometimes thought it was funny to use my last
name for innuendo.  She continued, "My sister might not have been in the
mood to study, but I certainly am.  I really think I need to do some more
work in the oral area."

   We went into my bedroom, and as we undressed, she started talking about
her day, which mostly meant the events surrounding her circle of friends.
It was like a soap opera, but I was actually able to follow who was dating
who, which people did what mean thing to somebody behind their back, and
all the other high school drama I left behind years ago.  I felt like I
knew these people, because they were important to Steph, even though I'd
probably never meet them.

   Together, we hopped onto the bed, and she skooched towards me and took
my dick in her hand.  It was only partly erect, large and floppy but not
yet entirely hard, but that soon changed as she took me into her mouth. 
She certainly didn't need any lessons on that, not anymore, and in moments,
she was going down about halfway on my rigid member, using her hand on the
other half.  I reached over and grabbed her ass and started pulling her
towards me, and she opened her mouth and looked back at me.  She wiggled
her butt at me.  "I want to taste you, too," I explained.

   She lifted one leg and shifted until she straddled my head, and I dove
my tongue into her little slit while she went back to sucking me off.  We
spent several minutes like that, though Stephanie didn't keep a constant
motion, she came up for air or to moan softly because of my own efforts.

   It was in this outrageous position that we were interrupted.  "Whoa,"
came a high pitched little voice.

   My dick fell out of Stephanie's mouth and she gasped.  "Oh, shit."

   I looked over and saw Bonnie, standing in the doorway to my bedroom,
staring at us with wide eyes as her sister and her tutor were engaged in
mutual oral sex.  Then she grinned.  "You guys are so busted."

   "What are you doing here?" Stephanie asked, getting off me.  I just laid
there, terrified.

   "I was hiding in the hall closet," Bonnie said smugly.  "I knew
something was up.  I heard you last time, after I left, making sex noises."
She must have suspected something earlier, though, or she wouldn't have
listened at the door, that time as she must have.

   "You little spy," Steph spat out in annoyance.  "I hate you!"

   "That's not very nice." She began swaying from side to side.  "You're
the one who's being bad.  You're not even supposed to be dating, and
especially not sex!  You're going to get in so much trouble..." she warned
in a sing-song voice.

   She wasn't the only one.  I couldn't say anything, paralyzed by the
sudden conviction that this was the end of my life.  When Bonnie told, I
would go to jail, and either I'd be tormented and eventually murdered in
prison as was the reported fate of child molesters, or even if not, I'd
never get a job or a normal relationship again, with that on my record. 
Not to mention the devastation it would cause to my family when they found
out.  Suicide seemed like the best option.

   "Don't you dare tell on me," Steph warned.  She got off the bed and
tried to stare down her sister, thrusting her naked chest towards Bonnie's
face.

   "Or what?" Bonnie asked.  "Anything you do to me is nothing compared to
the trouble you'll be in."

   Steph desperately tried another tactic.  "We weren't doing anything
wrong.  He was just teaching me...  you know, it's like Sex Ed."

   "Please," Bonnie said, with a dubious look.  "I'm eleven, I'm not
stupid. I know what you were doing, and unless you do as I say, so will
Mom."

   Stephanie sighed, a sigh of defeat.  She couldn't see any way out of it,
but sibling blackmail must have been a familiar option.  "What do you
want?"

   Bonnie's face lit up with a devilish, smug smile.  "I want in.  I wanna
learn about sex stuff too.  I bet it's way better than boring old
homework."

   **** Chapter Four:

   Oh god.  I almost pinched myself to check if I was dreaming.  My cock
twitched, regaining the enthusiasm that had been lost with the
interruption. I'm glad Steph didn't notice it; she was too busy being
gaping at the suggestion.  "No," she said, when she composed herself. 
"Anything but that."

   "It's that, or I tell."

   I finally found my voice.  "Bonnie, can you give us a couple minutes
alone to talk?" I suggested gently.  I had instinctively covered myself
with my pillow.

   She looked me over appraisingly.  "Fine.  I'll be watching TV." She
walked off.

   Stephanie closed the door, and started pacing back and forth along the
floor in front of the bed.  "I hate this," she said.  She was practically
crying.  "Every time I have something good she ruins it, I can't have
anything to myself." She then looked at me, and said, "I don't want this,
do you?"

   "Of course not," I said, and felt guilty for the lie.  It was only a
partial lie, though.  If I could go back and make Bonnie never find out,
I'd choose that in a heartbeat, but since we were where we were, I wanted
to agree.  The idea of having not only a girl I love but another girl to
fuck on the side had a powerful appeal, even if Bonnie was only eleven. 
Maybe that made it all even hotter.

   Dirty possibilities ran through my mind.  I think there was a very
simple reason for this sudden acceptance of my perversion, where before I
was guilty for even the littlest indiscretions I had with Stephanie.  Deep
down, at that point I was certain that I was already dead; it was only a
matter of time.  Stephanie might be able to keep silent about our
relationship, but I was sure Bonnie would tell, sooner or later, and then
it would all be over.  Or perhaps Bonnie would keep it secret but
Stephanie's jealousy would cause her to tell.  Either way, whether it was
in several hours or several months, I now expected this all to blow up in
my face.  So part of me decided I might as well embrace it and have as much
fun as I could while it lasted.

   "What are we going to do?" she asked.

   "I don't know," I said.  "But if she tells, we won't be able to see each
other anymore...  and I'll go to jail." I let it hang in the air a moment,
before adding, "If that's what you want, I'll understand.  I'll tell people
I took advantage of you."

   "No," she said, and I had to hold back a sigh of relief.  "I don't ever
want you to get in trouble for me.  I guess we really have no choice, do
we?"

   "It won't be anything more than teaching her," I promised.  "My heart's
yours, always."

   "You fell in love with me while teaching me," she said.  She kneeled
down at the end of the bed and pressed her forehead to mine.

   "Because you're loveable," I said.  "You're sister's...  well, she's a
bit of a brat." That got a laugh out of her.  A weak one, but a laugh all
the same.  "I love you."

   "I love you too," she said.  "I just wish I didn't have to share you."

   I kissed her forehead.  "Don't worry.  I've got an idea," I said.  "Call
her in."

   Stephanie went to the door and just shouted, "Bonnie!"

   Bonnie came running in a few seconds.  "That was fast.  So?"

   "We agree," Steph said softly.

   "What was that?" Bonnie said, although since I heard It, she must have.

   "I said we agree," Steph snapped.  She stalked towards the bed and sat
down near my feet.

   "Good," Bonnie grinned, and looked to me.  "So are you going to fuck me
now?"

   "Not so fast," I said.  "We agree, but there are some conditions, okay?"
She didn't ask what they were, but nor did she immediately object, so I
continued.  "First, of course, you have to promise not to tell anybody,
ever." She nodded, but I waited for her to say the words before I moved on.
"Second, I'm going to be teaching you like I was teaching your sister. 
I'll do my best not to hurt you, and to make you feel really good, but we
go at my pace and we do what I say when I say, okay?  You can stop if
something hurts, but otherwise you have to trust that I know what I'm
doing, like in any teacher relationship."

   She took in what I said, evaluated it for hidden traps, but finally
said, "Okay.  So when do we get to fuck?"

   And I thought Stephanie was an eager beaver.  "Not for a while," I said.

   "He has to make sure you're ready or it'll really hurt," Steph supplied.
"It took me a couple weeks before we fucked, and you're even smaller, so
don't count on it anytime soon."

   "But I want to," Bonnie whined.

   "Now Bonnie, what did I just say?  There's plenty of fun we can do
before then, though.  I guess you might as well get undressed."

   She didn't need to be told twice.  She threw her jacket on the floor,
and then pulled off her vest, so that she was wearing her skirt and shirt.
Then she got a little flirty, having apparently gotten it into her mind to
show off how sexy she was.  She wiggled her hips back and forth and ran her
hands down her chest like she was in a music video, and then pulled off her
tie and then her socks, one by one.  As she did that, she lifted her legs
in the air and I caught a flash of black beneath her skirt.  "Stop showing
off," Stephanie said.

   Bonnie pouted cutely in response, but only for a moment before she
opened her mouth and did some suggestive movements for me with her tongue,
and finished with another sly smile.  But she slowed her dance moves and
stood still as she continued undressing.  She undid the buttons of her top,
while keeping it closed, then, all of a sudden, pulled it wide open,
exposing her torso.  She wasn't wearing a bra, but then, she didn't really
need one.  She was completely flat-chested, the hint of boobs supplied only
by the lighter colored skin over where her breasts would be.  I also
noticed one other immediate difference between her and her sister.  Stephie
had an innie bellybutton.  Bonnie had a little bit of an outtie.

   Before Bonnie removed her shirt entirely, she took off the kilt. 
Underneath, she wore black shorts.  The shirt went next.  She slid it first
off one arm, then the next, then letting it drop off her shoulders as she
pulled down her shorts.  Underneath she had a pair of pink panties with
blue trim as the only thing she had left.  That didn't last long before she
let them fall to her feet and stepped out of them.  She didn't seem to have
a hint of shame about what she was doing.

   I stared between her legs.  Her pussy was just a hairless mound, with
the same style of slit as Stephanie's...  nothing sticking out of the lips,
but they ended in a Y-shaped fork at the top.  Seeing her nude was
incredibly erotic for reasons I can't explain to people who don't
understand, and for those who do, no explanation is necessary.  There's
just something about a girl, just on the cusp of her womanhood, still a
child in body but aware enough about sex to be curious.  She was the
youngest girl I'd ever seen naked in person, and Stephanie herself was the
second youngest, but I'd come across pictures on the internet,
accidentally, years before that had probably sparked the taste even if I
tried to deny it.  I wasn't exclusively attracted to children, but they did
arouse me.

   "How do I look?" Bonnie asked, coming close to the bed, close enough to
touch.

   "You don't even have boobs yet," Stephanie said contemptuously.

   Bonnie sneered.  "So, you barely do."

   "Now, now," I said.  "No fighting.  You look fine, Bonnie." I
tentatively reached out a hand for her chest.  She didn't pull away...  to
the contrary; she bent closer until we made contact.  I held onto her side
and caressed one of her pale brown nipples with my thumb.  It began to
stiffen.  I traced my hand down, around her bellybutton, and over her slit.
I didn't try to penetrate, just ran it up and down gently with the
slightest bit of pressure from my finger tip.  She shivered.

   I would have done more, but I saw Stephanie staring daggers at us.  She
wasn't happy with the attention I was paying to her sister.  So I pulled my
hand away, and said, "Okay, it's only fair that you get to see me too." I
was hard, so I flipped the pillow off me and exposed myself.  She looked
down at it, but not in shock, just curiosity, with a little smile.  "Have
you ever seen one before?" I asked.

   "Yes," she said.  "Yours is bigger."

   "He means a real one," Steph said.

   "So did I."

   Stephanie's mouth hung open in shock.  "Who's?"

   "What else did you do?" I asked, curious.

   "I rubbed it," she said, and without any shyness, wrapped the fingers of
one hand around my dick and began pumping it up and down.  "And put my
tongue on it while he squirted."

   "You gave a blowjob?" Stephanie asked, astonished.

   "No," Bonnie said.  "I didn't put it in my mouth, I just had it on my
tongue."

   Stephanie was still at a loss for words.  So was I, a bit, but just
hearing about it made my penis twitch.  "Who was it?" Stephanie demanded
again after a second.

   "I promised I wouldn't tell," she said defiantly.

   That was a little bit of a relief.  "Then you shouldn't say," I said,
perhaps too quickly.  "A promise is a promise." Maybe she could be trusted.

   "I guess," Stephanie said.  "But I still want to know."

   "What else have you done?" I asked.

   "I don't know," she said.  "I showed him my nipples.  He liked touching
them." She smiled at me.  "Do you like touching them?"

   "They're very nice," I said as Stephanie fumed beside me.

   "He didn't touch me on my pussy though, that felt pretty good, are you
going to do it again?"

   Out of the corned of my eye, I saw Stephanie angrily cross her arms over
her breasts.  I knew I needed to handle this pretty soon, before her
jealousy endangered everything.  "In a bit," I said.  "What about sex?" I
asked.

   "Okay," she said.

   "No, I mean, have you seen sex?"

   "In movies, yeah."

   "I think it'd help if we gave you a demonstration," I said.  I found
Stephanie's hand with my own and squeezed.  "Besides, because you
interrupted us, I didn't get to finish with your sister...  and if I don't,
I'm going to feel bad all night." I looked at her.  "At least if you still
want to."

   **** Chapter Five

   Stephanie didn't answer right away.  She was struggling with her
distaste for the whole situation we were in, and her desire to have sex
with me.  "I guess," she said finally.  "It's going to be weird with her
watching, though."

   "I know." I got out of bed, and directed her over to the side, where I
could kneel down between her legs.  To Bonnie, I said, "Find a comfortable
spot, where you can see, and if you have any questions, ask."

   Bonnie knelt on the bed next to her sister, so she had a good look at
what was going on.  No sooner had I started running my tongue along
Stephanie's slit did Bonnie interrupt.  "Isn't that gross?"

   "Not at all," I said.  "It's not dirty or anything.  The vagina's very
clean.  And knowing that I'm making her feel good makes me want to do it."
I started licking again.

   "What's it taste like?"

   Since it looked like Bonnie was going to get talkative, I inserted my
fingers into Stephanie's pussy and began stroking.  She wasn't as wet as
she sometimes got, but she was starting, or it was still residual from what
we were doing earlier, I wasn't sure which.  I hoped she didn't notice that
these were the same fingers that had just been touching her sister.  "It's
hard to describe.  It's a little like sweat, but nice tasting too.  I don't
do it for the taste, but I like it."

   "So why do it then?"

   "Because when she feels good, I feel good.  That's a lot of what sex is.
It's not all about yourself.  It's about the power of making somebody else
feel incredible.  It also helps her get wet and slippery, which makes it
easier later."

   She stopped talking, so, although I kept my finger in Stephanie, I also
went up to working her over with my tongue.  Stephanie usually liked to be
teased around the sides, with darting jabs of the tongue inside, going
upwards towards the clit, but not on it directly, at least until she was
warmed up.

   "Does the tongue feel better than the finger?" she asked, but she was
addressing her sister this time.

   "Much better," she said between breaths.  "But it's best when he uses
both together."

   Over the next few minutes, I could feel her start to relax against me.
Her sister being there had made her tense, but with enough stimulation her
concerns went away and I could feel her start to buck against me.  Bonnie
had stopped the questions for the most part and just watched, only
occasionally asking if she liked it when I licked a certain area.

   Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.  My cock was begging for relief,
aware that it had not one but two underage girls naked in my bed, and
what's more, they were sisters.  I needed to get off.  I stood up, holding
my rod with one hand, and rubbed the head gently up against her crack,
looking to her for permission.  She gave it wordlessly with a nod.

   "Wait, don't you need a condom or something?" Bonnie asked.

   "We trust each other," I said, "and we've done this a lot already.  But
you're right; a condom usually is a good idea with somebody.  If you want,
when it finally comes to that time, I'll use one with you, don't worry." I
wanted to advise her to use one all the time, but I couldn't without
feeling like a hypocrite.  I'd offered, but had never had to use one with
Stephanie, and never wanted to.

   I pressed forward.  I took it slow, mostly for Bonnie's benefit, so she
could see the whole thing.  Stephanie was used to me and I was able to
enter her with no trouble, but it was still very tight.  As worked up as I
was, I was afraid I'd cum right away.  I took a few seconds to try and push
down the feeling, and then started to thrust forward, in and out.

   "How does it feel?  Is it good?"

   "Mmhmm," Stephanie said.  "I love it."

   "What about you?" Bonnie asked me.

   "Oh, it's very good," I said.

   "You've had other girls before, right?  How is Stephanie compared to
that?"

   I frowned a bit.  During sex is not the time to bring up past
girlfriends.  Steph was jealous enough about Bonnie being there.  "She's
the best I've been with," I said.  It wasn't even a lie.  As though to
reward my judgment, Steph wrapped her legs behind me, using them to draw me
more into her.

   "You're probably just saying that," she said.

   I slowed down.  "No.  I'm not.  I've never enjoyed sex as much as with
her, and I don't think anyone could be better."

   "I bet I'll be better," Bonnie said smugly.

   "Shut up," Stephanie grunted.  I picked up the pace again.  She soon
started on her little moans.  But for once, I didn't want to take her all
the way to orgasm.  So, I started imagining things, including Bonnie and
Stephanie in competitions to please me, doing their best to outdo one
another in an effort to earn my cum.  I moved my gaze back and forth
between Stephanie, who was impaled on my cock and loving it, and Bonnie,
who was now rocking back and forth and squeezing her own thighs together.
My dick began to pulse and I could feel a tingling rising from the base. 
Finally, with a grunt of my own, I came, dumping a few jets of cum inside
her, but then I quickly pulled out so Bonnie could see.  One jet of sticky
white cum landed between the lips, then another.  I spread it around with
the head, smearing the clit.

   Bonnie had an expression of amazement on her face.  "You got it right on
her pussy," she said.

   "Yeah, and inside, too," I told her.

   "But you'll get her pregnant, won't you?"

   Before Stephanie could answer, I said, "It's a risk.  Now do you want to
begin doing stuff?"

   "Yeah," Bonnie said eagerly.  "Are you going to touch and lick me like
you did her?"

   "Yes," I said.  She brightened.  "But I have a job for you, too, while
I'm doing that.  You lick her pussy."

   Both Bonnie and Stephanie cried in unison.  "What?"

   "You promised you'd do what I told you," I reminded her.  "And you were
worried about her getting pregnant.  So you can lick the cum off her and
out from inside of her.  I didn't get a chance to make her cum, either, and
if I'm helping you I can't spend time on her."

   "But...  but I'm not a lesbian," Bonnie protested.  "It's a sin to be
one.  A really, really big one." Grace was really religious, and I suppose
some of it had to rub off.  I felt pretty stupid for not thinking of it
before, but neither of them were too concerned about sin when it came to
fucking an older man out of wedlock.  Perhaps my fantasies had finally
gotten ahead of reality.

   **** Chapter Six:

   I thought quickly, trying to come up with some justification Bonnie
might buy.  Stephanie, I hoped, might go along just because she trusted me,
but Bonnie was new at this.  "You're only a lesbian if you're doing it
because you like to lick pussy and don't want to be with men," I said.  "If
you lick another girl's pussy to help keep her from getting pregnant, or to
give her an orgasm, or to make a guy horny, that doesn't mean you're a
lesbian.  It's just helping out another girl.  It's all just a part of
sex."

   I looked back and noticed that Stephanie was just staring at me like I'd
grown antennae.  Maybe I was wrong about her trusting me.  I feared she'd
just decided I was a freak and didn't want anything to do with me ever
again.  But she didn't say anything.  Neither did Bonnie, at first, just
staring at the gooey mess I left in Stephanie's snatch.  So I went for
broke and prompted, "You love your sister, right?  So, are you going to
help her out?  Or are you not ready to do actual sex stuff and just want to
sit and watch for the next few sessions?"

   Suggesting that those were the only two options must have made the
decision.  "Okay, I'll do it." I felt guilty for being so manipulative, but
it worked.  She didn't sound especially happy about it, but I hoped I could
make her happy in time.  Bonnie leaned forward and put her face just an
inch away from Steph's pussy.  She hesitated for what seemed like a long
time, then closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out.  It made contact with
my cum, drew back, and then went in again.  Stephanie shivered from the
contact.

   Bonnie went back again, and again.  It was halting and hesitant at
first, but once she got used to it she was more willing to continue
licking. I maneuvered Bonnie's body so she was lying a bit on her side, so
I had good access to her pussy while she did her job.

   I pulled, spreading her labia apart, exposing her little hole.  It did
look very much like Stephanie's pussy, just without hair, and much tighter.
It also wasn't nearly as wet...  maybe she was too young to produce much
lubrication on her own.  I saw a hymen, so she was still a virgin.

   I stroked her labia gently, along the edges and with my pinkie probed
the hole itself, but I didn't want to penetrate even with that right away.
A bad experience might not only enrage her and make her more likely to
tell, but also make her distrust sex in the future.  So I just kept rubbing
carefully while she worked on her sister.  She squirmed a little at my
touch, so I leaned in closer and started kissing, and then finally ran my
tongue along her labia.  She didn't taste like much...  like licking clean
skin, without the underlying muskiness of her sister.  "Oooh," she
squealed. "I like that!  Keep doing that."

   You don't ignore a request like that, so I continued to tongue her while
she took a break from her own licking to ask, "Is this what it feels like
for you too?"

   "Uh huh," Stephanie said with a quaver in her voice.  At that point I
don't even think she knew what Bonnie was saying, too caught up in the
sensations, while being torn over the wickedness of who was providing them.

   "Wow, why didn't I think of this before?"

   I kept licking, which elicited more squeals, curious looks back towards
me, and even giggles from Bonnie.  Anything around the clit seemed to
tickle her as much as, if not more than, provide pleasure, but she seemed
to be enjoying it.  Bonnie had unconsciously spread her legs even wider to
give room to work from the first lick.  Meanwhile, Steph was getting close
to her own orgasm; I could tell by the way she was moaning.

   I soon figured that it was time.  "Bonnie," I said, "Can you go into the
medicine cabinet in the bathroom?  There's a little bottle labeled
Astroglide.  Bring it back, okay?"

   "Oh," she said.  "Okay.  So I'm done licking Stephie?"

   "No, I'll keep her warm for you until then.  Hurry back."

   Bonnie rolled to the side of the bed and hopped off.  I pulled myself up
to Steph and ran my fingers down to her pussy.  I saw her little sister had
done a good job, all of the cum outside was gone.  I slipped a bit inside,
sawing my fingers inside slowly.  She watched me carefully, an uncertain
expression on her face, as I leaned in to whisper.  "I love you more than
anything, and I want you to know, you're not sharing me.  You and I are
sharing her."

   Her brow furrowed for a moment in an expression of puzzlement, but then
an instant later she relaxed, and smiled, smiled happily, while she made a
satisfied "Mmm" sound.

   Bonnie came back a few seconds later, holding the bottle.  "Okay.  What
is this stuff?"

   "It just makes things slippery." I withdrew my fingers from Steph's
pussy and held out my hand.  Bonnie passed the bottle to me.  "Now go back
to what you were doing and try to relax."

   "Are you going to fuck me now?"

   "Not yet," I said.  "But I'm going to put my finger in.  Go back to work
on your sister, she's almost done." I spread Stephanie's pussy a little and
pointed at the clit.  "Focus right here for a while."

   I spread a little of the lube on my pinkie finger, and swabbed her slit
with it, and then pushed into her hole.  It slid in with only a little
resistance.  "Let me know if it starts to hurt, okay?"

   "Kay," she said.  "It's okay.  It feels weird, but good.  Keep going...
and you can use your tongue again if you want."

   I moved my pinkie in and out of Bonnie's tight little cunt, probing
around her hymen, and I wanted to stop there.  I'd never broken one before,
since her sisters had broken naturally before we met, and so I wasn't sure
how to handle that little detail or how much it would hurt.  I satisfied
myself with fingering her up to that point, and adding my tongue.  The lube
had a bit of a sweet flavor to it but otherwise didn't alter the experience
except to make it more slippery.

   Soon Steph began gripping the bed sheets with her hands, and her body
twitched slightly.  She let out and extended scream that left her gasping
and her sister covering her ears.  "Holy cripes, Steph, the whole world
probably heard that."

   "Shut up," she replied, but there wasn't any venom in her voice.  If
anything she seemed sleepy.

   "She usually screams when she has an orgasm," I said.  "I find it cute."
If a little inconvenient at times.

   "That's when it feels really, really good, right?" Bonnie asked.  I
nodded, and she asked Steph, "So what's it like?"

   "It's...  it's....  really, really, good." She smiled and added.  "Like
better than almost anything."

   "That doesn't tell me much," Bonnie complained, then looked at me.  "I
want an orgasm of my own."

   I couldn't help but smile at the demand.  "Okay, I'll try.  Lie on your
back." Over the next half hour, I kept up a steady pace of rubbing Bonnie's
little pussy, fingering her with one finger, and the use of my mouth, both
on her nipple and on her slit itself.  Unlike her sister, Bonnie was pretty
talkative throughout, and not just about sex.  She started telling us about
how they had a substitute teacher in Geometry who talked to herself, for
example, and when I took it as a sign that she was losing interest and
stopped rubbing her, without missing a beat, she whined at me to keep
rubbing her there and add my tongue, too.

   For most of it, Steph just watched, no longer angry or jealous, but just
interested, answering her sister's questions, both mundane and sexual. 
When I buried my head in Bonnie's little mound, I looked up and noticed
Steph had started rubbing her sister's chest with one hand.

   Finally, the stream of irrelevant chatter ended, and everything Bonnie
said was either a giggle or a squeal in response to one of my movements, or
urging me to keep going.  I noticed she was holding her breath a lot more,
and then letting it out in short bursts, so I picked up speed.

   "It won't stop tingling," she said, and then she closed her eyes and her
head rolled back.  There was no scream, just a few soft whimpers.  Her legs
shivered and jiggled, then she went limp a moment.

   "You okay?" Steph asked.

   Bonnie opened her eyes just half way.  "I think I just had one," she
reported.  "An orgasm."

   "How was it?" I asked.

   "Can I have another one?"

   I was willing to try if she was.  As it turned out, I gave her another
two over the next few minutes.  It seemed like another difference between
Bonnie and Steph.  Bonnie had multiple orgasms, while Steph just had one
big one that wiped her out, even though she was always willing to keep
going, after a short break, to make sure I was satisfied.

   "It's getting late," Steph pointed out after I gave Bonnie her third
orgasm.  "Mom's probably going to be expecting you to be home soon." I was
hard, but Stephanie was right.

   "Oh." Bonnie pouted a little.  "Okay.  So how long do you think before
we fuck?"

   "You're still too tight," I said.  "I could barely get one finger in
you." I'd moved from my pinkie to my index finger, but I didn't think I
should risk much more.  "It'll stretch if you practice, but it'll be slow.
But be careful, don't hurt yourself."

   "Do you think you could help me practice?" she asked her sister.  "Your
fingers are bigger than mine."

   Stephanie seemed surprised at the request, or maybe just the humble,
non-demanding tone of it.  "Sure.  I mean I'll try."

   "Just do it when nobody else is home," I advised.  "And remember, if
she's helping you, it's only fair you help her and make her feel good."

   Before getting dressed, they had a quick shower, just in case they had
any sex smells on them that might give everything away.  Stephanie pointed
out how they shouldn't get their hair wet so their Mom would get
suspicious. I watched, but didn't join them, because I'd just cum all over
them again if they got to touching me.  I almost did when Stephanie helped
Bonnie wash her pussy, and imagining them exploring each other's bodies in
their shared room.

   Bonnie left, but Stephanie still had some time before she was expected.
She helped me relieve my tension with a blowjob.  I think she still had a
little bit of fear about losing me to her sister, so afterwards I lay
holding her on the couch, talked about other things going on in her life,
and remembered to tell her I loved her many times.  She was quieter than
usual, more pensive, but she didn't seem upset.  I could only hope that was
a good sign.

   **** Chapter Seven:

   The next tutoring day, Bonnie and Stephanie showed up at my door
together, two sisters in nearly matching school uniforms, the picture of
innocence.  They were naked in my bedroom within minutes.  "So, where
should we start today?" I asked.

   "Bonnie and I were talking," Stephanie said brightly.  "About blowjobs."

   "Cause I've never actually given one.  I just had my tongue on a
wiener."

   "I told her you'd teach her," Stephanie said.  I was glad to see there
wasn't any obvious jealousy any more.  Perhaps helping each other cum over
the last couple days had patched up some of the lingering sibling rivalry.

   "I don't think I should be the one to teach her." They both frowned, but
that changed when I said, "I think you should, Stephanie.  All I could
teach her is how it feels for the guy; you already know how to do it,
really, really well." Stephanie beamed at the compliment.  "I'll just be
the model."

   "Oh, okay." While I laid back on the bed, head on my pillow, the girls
climbed beside me so that their heads were together at my crotch.  As I
looked down at their eager, young, smiling faces staring at my cock, I felt
like I grew another inch on that alone.  Stephanie held my dick up and
said, "First you usually lick around the head a little." She demonstrated
immediately, sticking her long tongue out and running it around my head and
down one side of my shaft.  She then pointed my cock towards her sister.

   Bonnie didn't waste any time, and repeated the gesture, then giggled. 
Stephanie continued the lesson.  "Then you just take it into your mouth
like it's a big Popsicle.  Except you got to keep your teeth out of the way
like this." She opened her mouth, covering the tips of her teeth with a
protective barrier of lip.  Then she went down on me, going about halfway
down and bobbing her head up and down a few times before releasing again.
"Now you try."

   Bonnie was enthusiastic, and my dick had barely got exposed to the air
before it was once again in a warm, wet place.  Bonnie's mouth was tighter,
and it looked more obscene, and therefore more erotic, to see her childlike
little face sucking on my prick, but in terms of technique she wasn't as
good as Stephanie.  She didn't really move her tongue much.  She also went
too far on her third downward movement, probably in an effort to outdo her
sister.  She drew back abruptly and coughed roughly.

   "You went too far," Stephanie said.  "You have to be careful about that.
Try again." Stephanie then pushed Bonnie's head back down on me.  It's hard
to imagine how much I loved her in that moment.

   After a minute more of sucking, Bonnie pulled off and asked, "How long
do you have to do it?"

   "It depends," Stephanie asked.  "Sometimes we do it just to warm him up,
but then he goes in my pussy.  But normally you do it until he shoots."

   Focusing her eyes on me, Bonnie gave me one more up and down suck before
she let me flop out so she could ask, "Do you want to go in my pussy?"

   I groaned a little.  "I don't think you're ready for that yet," I said.
"But soon.  Anyway, I have an idea.  Why don't you take turns, each getting
a few seconds a turn.  Whichever one I cum in gets a special surprise."

   "What kind of surprise?" They both asked.

   "You'll see."

   Bonnie smiled, flashing her braces, and then, even though she was the
last one to go down on me, took another few sucks before reluctantly giving
it up to her sister.  I lay back and watched, astounded, as the two sisters
took turns giving me head.  It was like I was living in some pervert's
wildest dream.

   Stephanie was the better at it, but Bonnie provided the better view,
because it was just so wrong.  Of the two, it was Stephanie, who was the
real winner though, for the process to make me cum started under her, as
she nursed just the head of my cock and wiggled her tongue under it.  But
she didn't take the cumshot.

   Instead, she gave me a glance, one that told me she knew I was about to
burst, then pulled away and let her sister have another turn.  The pressure
built up along the length of my cock as Bonnie took it in her mouth.  She
hadn't been sucking more than five seconds when I burst, shooting two loads
into her mouth.  She swallowed, then opened her mouth and smiled widely,
flashing her braces again, but didn't pull away.  Instead, most of the rest
of my cum landed on her tongue.  When I was done, she swallowed that too.
"I win," she said.

   "I guess you do." I think I was the one who really claimed victory
there.

   "So, what's the surprise?"

   "Right." I rose and went to the drawer where I'd left it.  I got it the
evening before at a sex shop down town.  It was slim and silver and a
little wider than a finger.

   "What's that?" Bonnie asked.

   I pressed the button near the end, and it began to hum and shake rapidly
in my hands.  "It's a vibrator.  A sex toy." I jumped back on the bed and
spread Bonnie's legs, then gently touched her slit with the vibrator.

   "Oh wow," she said as she felt the steady waves.  "That feels really
neat.  I get to keep this?"

   "No," I said.  "Too dangerous, if your Mom finds it or something." I
shuddered at that mental image.  "But you can use it all you want today." I
handed it to her, and she wasted no time, holding the wand on various parts
of her body to see the results, but seemed to like it on her pussy the
most.

   "Wow," Steph said.  "Now I wish I'd won."

   I rolled over to her.  "Well, don't be too disappointed.  There's still
a lot we can do."

   I started eating Stephanie out, a task I never got tired of, although it
was a bit hard to concentrate with the sound of the vibrator and Bonnie's
commentary on it in the background.  "It feels nice on my nipples," she
reported as I teased her sister's clit with my tongue.  "But I really like
it just inside my chichi."

   A few seconds later, while I had two fingers inside Steph and was
stroking the inside while licking the outside, I heard Bonnie changing
position on the bed.  "You want to see what it feels like?" she asked, and
suddenly the silver rod appeared in front of me.  Without waiting for an
answer, Bonnie rubbed the vibrator right below the clit.  Stephanie shook
and moaned a little, and Bonnie laughed.  "Nice, isn't it?" But instead of
keeping it up, she pulled back and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her
putting the tip of it in her hole.

   I went back to my work, focusing my eyes on the beautiful pussy in front
of me.  I should have realized something was wrong when Bonnie had stopped
talking, just a few grunts, and the buzzing sound was a little muffled too.

   "Ow!" I heard.  "Owowowow."

   I looked up suddenly and saw Bonnie had shoved the whole thing up inside
her and was wincing in pain as she pulled it out.  "Oh my God, are you
okay?" Stephanie asked, coming instantly to her sister's side.  I followed.

   The vibrator was streaked with blood.

   **** Chapter Eight:

   "What happened?" Bonnie asked, looking at the bloody device between her
legs.

   "Let me look." I very gently spread her lips apart and looked inside. 
"You must have broken your hymen...  your cherry." I'd stretched it some in
our previous session but was careful not to try to tear, to avoid just this
kind of scene.  Secretly, I was a little relieved I wouldn't have to do it
myself.

   "I was just trying to push it in to stretch me out," she said.

   "I told you to be careful," I reminded her.  "But I guess it had to
happen eventually.  Don't worry, the pain won't last long." I planted a
soft kiss on her labia, and another on her clit.

   She giggled.  "It's already starting not to hurt.  But you can keep
doing that if you want."

   I kept it up for a few minutes, but then worried about her sister. 
Stephanie was on her knees, thighs squeezing together as she watched.  I
hadn't made her cum.  "Are you okay?"

   She nodded.  Bonnie turned her head towards her and said, "Oh, sorry, I
didn't mean to steal him.  Do you want me to lick you?" Steph smiled and
nodded happily, then climbed on top of her face.  So I licked Bonnie while
Steph licked her, much like we'd done the last time, only I also had a
vibrator to aid me.  The blood weirded me out a little, and added a rusty
taste to it, but I didn't want to make a fuss about it.  If she could lick
her own sister, I could deal with a little bloody aftertaste.

   This time, I made Bonnie cum first, but I could tell Stephanie was
close, and I was starting to get hard again.  Stephanie had her back to me,
knees on either side of Bonnie's head and resting on all fours, and it was
too tempting to resist.  I crawled forward by me knees, over Bonnie's body,
and rested my cock at her hole.  Steph looked back at me and nodded, then
raised herself up to get me better access.  We fucked like that, right over
Bonnie's face, giving her a good look from below as I thrust into Stephanie
again and again.  She started laughing and then used her hands to rub both
of us together.

   It didn't take long before Stephanie was cumming too, loudly as always.
When she was done, I pulled out of her, still hard, and she got off her
sister and rested on a pillow, exhausted.  I had some thought of finishing
on Bonnie's pussy and letting Stephanie lick it, but Bonnie got her old
obsession back.  "Since you broke my cherry," she said, "does that mean I'm
not a virgin anymore?"

   "No," I explained.  "You're still a virgin until you actually have sex."

   "But if I broke my cherry, that means I'm ready for it, right?  I don't
need to stretch?  We could do it now."

   "Why do you want it so badly?" I asked.  She'd brought it up nearly
every time we were together.

   Bonnie just shrugged.  "I don't know, it's supposed to be really good.
And it makes you a real woman.  My friends lost theirs, and I feel like a
baby lying to them."

   "They're probably lying to you too," Stephanie said.

   "I don't care.  I wanna do it," she whined.

   "Three fingers," Stephanie said.  "He has to be able to get three
fingers in you at once.  Right?" She looked to me for confirmation.

   I nodded.  It was the benchmark I used for her.  "So try," Bonnie said.
She spread her legs.

   I stuck one in easily, two, but when the third tried to join it, Bonnie
tensed up.  It was too tight to do it comfortably, but I could probably do
it if I was willing to make her uncomfortable.  "You can try the slippery
stuff.  The AstroGlide," Bonnie suggested.

   "No, I don't want to force it.  It'll be soon, I know." It was crazy,
but I actually felt relieved that I couldn't get that last finger in
comfortably.  It was then I realized that my reluctance was more about me
than her.  After all that I'd done, even I wouldn't have expected that I
was holding back for moral reasons, but I knew I could probably fuck her
then and there and not only would she have allowed it, but welcomed it, and
yet, she was just too young.  She was old enough to be attracted to, to
want to do sexual things with, but deep down, I guess I didn't want to be
her first time.  It was like I was crossing a line...  and after all the
lines I'd crossed so willingly over the past few weeks, it was a surprise,
and a bit of a relief, to find one I feared to cross.

   I knew I'd have to do it, but I didn't want to do it then.  Besides, one
of these days, she'd learn the magic words for me.  If she said "Please," I
couldn't have said no even if I wanted to.  Still, even without the words,
Bonnie's look of disappointment got to me, and I still had a hard-on.  "But
we could have almost-sex," I suggested.

   "Almost-sex?"

   "Yeah.  It's a lot like sex, but I won't actually put it inside.  Here,
I'll show you.  Get on your hands and knees." She assumed the position, her
little butt proudly in the air.  I grabbed the lube from my dresser and
spread some liberally on my dick, then went back to Bonnie and put my dick
under her mound.  If I went into her hole, I'd have been all the way inside
her, but I wasn't, I was just outside, my shaft nestled in her pussy lips.
She looked beneath herself, with her head upside down, to watch what was
happening.  "Put your legs together."

   It suddenly became a tight, warm spot, not quite as good as a pussy, but
still very arousing.  I grabbed onto her butt and thrust myself back and
forth, slapping my stomach into her ass repeatedly, and my penis running
repeatedly along the groove between her lips.  Since Bonnie was only
feeling the sensations of my dick along her pussy but not actually inside,
I could afford to be rougher.  I was almost even able to convince myself I
was actually fucking her...  anybody watching us from far away would assume
that's what was we were doing.

   Shortly after we began, Bonnie grinned at her sister and said, "Look,
I'm a porn star." And she started bumping back against me enthusiastically
and shook her head so her hair flew around wildly.  "Fuck me, fuck me,
mmmmm, yeah, oh yeah." It was all exaggerated porn dialogue, but she put so
much heart into it that it was turning me on.  Her thighs also kept up a
steady rhythm of squeezing and releasing.  "This is fun, but I still want
to try the real thing soon." If she was this much of a hellion for real
sex, there was a real risk she'd wear me out.  A few more times of this
almost-sex and I knew I'd lose any resolve and just fuck her to find out,
"Please" or no "Please." She kept up the dirty talk for a minute or so
before she got quiet and I could feel tremors around my dick.

   Her climax triggered my own.  I felt the pressure build along my shaft
and, not wanting to spurt all over my sheets, I pulled back and rested my
dick in the crack between her ass cheeks, sawing it lazily back and forth
while my cum squirted out.

   Steph had been watching from the sidelines the whole time, not helping,
and I worried her jealousy had come back, but she seemed content and
relaxed, still basking in her own afterglow.  I lay back on the bed beside
her, exhausted from my own second orgasm and wanting to be close to the
girl I actually loved.  Bonnie crawled on my other side, lying on her
stomach, cum covered butt exposed to the air.  I put my arms around both of
them.

   I closed my eyes, just for a second, but I almost fell asleep before I
heard Bonnie's voice.  "Hey, don't go to sleep," she said.  "We still have
more we need to do!"

   I blinked and let out a half-laugh, half-groan.  "Oh, sweetie, I don't
think I have the energy for another round just yet."

   "No, not that," she said, and bit her lip.  "But I had some questions on
Geometry.  We had another sub in and he didn't explain it very well."

   A tutor's work, it seemed, was never done.

   **** Chapter Nine:

   It went on that way for about a week.  I never got around to fucking
Bonnie in our next few sessions, for I got scared again.  In addition to my
own unwillingness from before, I learned that her mother had not put her on
birth control like she had Stephanie.

   Stephanie told me she was started on the pill when she was 13.  So,
since I was too used to not using condoms, I held off with Bonnie and we
just did almost-sex some more.  Getting her pregnant, I thought, would put
an end to the fun rather quickly.

   Stephanie seemed to be adjusting to the new situation pretty well, but
it helped that she visited me alone during lunch hours and there was
usually some time after Bonnie had to leave that Steph had me all to
herself.  Since I tried to divide their shared time evenly between the two
of them, Stephanie came out well ahead, and she got all the lovey-dovey
stuff, the kisses, embrace, long talks, compliments.  Bonnie just got to be
a living sex toy.  Sometimes I think that's all she wanted.

   I was enjoying the experience thoroughly, as you can imagine, but I was
also on a knife-edge between pleasure and terror.  Any moment I knew could
be the one that everything got exposed.  Every time I heard a police siren
in the distance, I thought they were coming for me, and when Grace called,
I panicked that we'd say something that gave away the game.

   I became especially nervous as I got another invitation to visit their
home one Friday night.  Grace called and asked if I could come over.  She
didn't sound angry, but there was some tension in her voice and I was
afraid it was the end.  I never would have imagined what was about to
happen.

   I showed up around eight in the evening.  Grace met me at the door and
thanked me for coming, then offered to cook me something.  "I'd have had
something already done, but I just got off work.  I could make you a
grilled cheese sandwich or something." I refused politely, halffearing
poison.  "Are you sure?  You're a young man, you need to keep your strength
up," she said.  I shook my head.

   Bonnie was there, sitting on the couch and not watching TV.  She said hi
to me, but seemed guarded, depressed.

   I made an attempt to make conversation.  "So, how're things going?"

   "Never mind," Grace said.  "Bonnie, it's time for you to get ready for
bed."

   "Awww," Bonnie whined.  "But it's so early."

   "Yes, well, you're grounded, so I don't care.  You go get changed into
your jammies right now and wait until I call you.  Me and Tim have to
talk."

   Bonnie stalked off with a pout, and slammed the door to her room as she
disappeared into it.

   "Grounded?" I asked.  "What for?"

   "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.  Do you want a drink?"

   My mouth was still dry from my fears, so I accepted a glass of water. 
As she poured it from a jug in the fridge, I asked, "So, where's Stephanie,
and Jeff?" I knew where Stephanie was...  she had a sleepover planned with
some of her friends from school, she told me about it, but I thought it
would look unseemly if I knew too much about her activities outside of
school.

   "Stephanie's sleeping over.  And Jeff's with his dad this weekend.  I'm
glad, because that means I can talk to you alone."

   I tensed.  Whatever it was, I didn't like alone talks.  For a moment I
worried that she was interested in coming on to me.  She wasn't a bad
looking woman for her age, but I wasn't that attracted to her, and either
refusing her or giving in to her was fraught with complications.  It would
be a bizarre situation, I thought blackly as I sipped the water.  If she
forced it, I might have to, not just because I have trouble saying no, but
also because I didn't want her to get so pissed off she took her daughters
to some other tutor.  It turned out that what was on her mind was even more
bizarre.

   "It's about Bonnie," she said with a sigh.  "I don't know what I'm going
to do with that girl."

   "This is about her grounding?"

   "Yes.  The school called.  They caught her today.  With a boy.  In the
boy's bathroom."

   "Oh.  I'm sorry, I don't know exactly what to say."

   "She's going down the wrong path," Grace said.  "Just like her mother.
My daughter.  Sometimes, you do all you can, but these girls get boy crazy
and they go down the wrong path."

   "It's a difficult time, adolescence," I said.

   "That's why I told my girls they were not allowed to date until they
were at least sixteen." I always thought that was a little much, but it had
worked out pretty well for me.  If Stephanie had been dating already, she
likely never would have fallen for me.  "But she goes and defies me, and
not only is with a boy, but she's touching his, his, well, his
youknowwhat."

   "I'm sure it's not her fault," I said.  If anything, it was mine.

   "Yes, well, I warned her.  If she messes around with boys, she's going
to get pregnant, just like her Mother.  Now I need your help to put her on
the right path."

   "I'll try, but I'm not sure what I can do.  It doesn't have to be as bad
as you're thinking." I decided to take it as an opportunity.  "Since you
know she's active, you can get her on the pill."

   "No, I don't think you're hearing me." She stared at me, eyes drilling
into me.  "I told her, if she messes around with boys, she's going to get
pregnant." She smiled.  "That's why I need you.  To get her pregnant."

   **** Chapter Ten:

   "What?" It was hard to believe I was hearing her right.

   "She's only 11.  If she gets pregnant now, it will teach her a lesson,
and she'll have a chance to straighten out before she really messes up her
life.  And it's another little miracle from God.  Jeff will be gone to
college next year anyway, so there'll be a room we can have for the baby."

   "But..." I said, "She's only 11."

   "Yes, but I know men.  You don't really care how old a girl is.  You
just want a tight hole.  You'll probably enjoy it."

   "I can't," I said.  It was just too weird.  My cock wasn't in agreement,
it was hard the moment I understood what she was suggesting.

   "You don't have a choice," she said.  "If you say no, I'll call the
police and tell her you've been molesting my daughter at your tutoring
sessions." I swallowed.  She knew...  or so I thought, until she continued,
"I know the Bible says not to bear false witness, but I know Jesus will
forgive me because I'm saved.  And Jesus will forgive you because you were
forced into it, and you're doing God's work.  My daughter's on the path to
Hell, and she needs to learn.  The Bible also says to Honor Thy Mother, and
I'm the closest thing she has to a Mother, and she needs to be taught to
honor me.  Please, you need to help me."

   It was the most fucked up theological reasoning I'd ever heard, but to
tell the truth, most religious arguments sounded pretty fucked up to me. 
"Maybe somebody else would be better..." I said.  Not just because I didn't
want to knock up Bonnie, but if Grace was as crazy as she had turned out to
be, even if I did, she could turn around at any moment and have me thrown
in jail for molesting her daughter.

   "No, I've already made my decision.  I've known you for years.  You
study hard, do your work, are polite, and you don't let things distract
you. You're a smart boy, and a smart boy means smart babies.  It's better
you than some dumb jock in school she'd end up with if I just let her
follow her animal instincts.  Maybe her baby won't be so stupid that she
fools around with boys when she gets to be Bonnie's age.  Or maybe it will
be a boy and I won't have to worry so much."

   "I need some time to think about it."

   She shook her head.  "No, then you could come back and call the police
and tell them what I said.  You are going to try to get her pregnant
tonight, so you can't go to the police because you've already committed a
crime."

   I sat there silent for a minute, half-expecting to wake up to find it
was all an erotic dream.  She continued, "Please, you'll be doing me a big
favor.  Nobody will know what you've done.  I'll tell everybody some boy at
school knocked her up.  She'll say what I tell her to say.  I'll be raising
it.  The government will give me assistance money.  All you have to do is
keep having sex with her until she gets pregnant.  Of course, you'll
probably have to tutor her a little more, since she may have to miss some
school after she catches."

   I still couldn't believe it.  She was ordering me to fuck her
elevenyearold granddaughter until she got pregnant.  "This is insane."

   "Don't call me insane," she snapped.  "You don't have any children; you
don't know how hard it is to raise them up right.  I've raised five kids
and most of them are doing very well.  I'm sure they'll go on to be very
successful." I flinched at her impassioned defense of herself, but that
didn't make me think of her as anything less than a loon.  "So, what is it
going to be?  Are you going to help me, or do I call the police?"

   "I guess I don't really have a choice," I said.  There really wasn't any
doubt.  I've always had trouble saying no when people pressure me to go
along with them.  That it was something that also turned me on made it a
foregone conclusion.

   "Good.  Believe me, God will bless you for this." I had my doubts about
that.  Luckily, I didn't really believe.  With the incredible perverted
luck I'd been having, if I believed in God I could only assume he was a
deviant.  "Come with me," she said.

   I followed her to the door to Bonnie and Steph's room.  Grace knocked, a
few sharp raps, and then opened it without any further warning.  Bonnie was
on her bed, in a short t-shirt and purple pajama bottoms.  Her almond eyes
widened a little in confusion as she saw me following her mother in. 
"What's up?" she said.

   "I've come to a decision, and you're not going to like it, but I think
it is for the best," Grace said.

   "What?"

   "When I was a little girl, I stole one of my dad's cigarettes.  I just
wanted to try it.  He got so angry at me, that he made me smoke a whole
pack, one right after another.  I got so sick, and I was angry, but I knew
he had done the right thing because I never touched a cigarette again."

   "Why are you telling me this?"

   "Because this is the same kind of thing.  You want to fool around with
boys, well fine.  I want you to do everything Mister Jacobs tells you to
do, no matter what." Bonnie stared.  She pulled me aside and whispered,
"Make sure you cum in her pussy." Then, raising her voice again, she said,
"I'll leave you alone now.  I'll check in on you later."

   She left, and closed the door behind her.  Bonnie continued to stare at
me, open-mouthed, before she finally said, "What's going on?"

   I sat down on the edge of her bed.  She pulled up her legs to give me
room.  "Your Mom wants me to get you pregnant." It took me quite a long
time to get the whole sentence out; I kept pausing, searching for words.

   She looked at me with a squint of disbelief.  "That's crazy."

   "That's what I said.  But she's forcing me into it." I laughed
uncertainly.

   She thought about it, and then shrugged.  "Okay."

   "That's it?" I asked.  "Okay?"

   "You're not going to talk her out of it.  And it could be fun." She
pulled her legs into her belly, lifting her ass off the bed, and pulled off
her pajama bottoms.  Underneath she had tight blue panties.  They went
next. "Does this mean we get to fuck?"

   "I guess it does." And if that was the attitude to towards having sex
and being forcibly impregnated, maybe Grace had some tiny point.  Maybe
Bonnie needed a lesson about the potential consequences, one she couldn't
ignore.

   I spread Bonnie's legs and went down on her first, to make sure she was
wet.  I didn't have my lube with me and didn't expect Grace would have any,
so I had to rely on saliva and her own juices.  She wiggled her pussy into
me as she kept up a steady stream of talk.  "I can't believe I got in so
much trouble just for being in the boy's bathroom.  It's not like I gave
him a blowjob or anything, I just had my hands in his pants.  It was a
dare. And if it wasn't for Mr.  Foster being so nosy we wouldn't have
gotten caught at all." I tried to ignore most of the rest.  "Teachers
aren't even supposed to be in the boy's bathroom, they have their own."

   Finally, I stood, and began to rub my dick along her crack, and she got
quiet, watching.  We weren't yet doing any more than we'd already done, but
we were about to go from almost-sex to actual sex.  "This may hurt a
little," I warned.

   "It's okay," she said.  "I think I'm ready."

   I centered the head on her hole and heaved forward.  It was impossibly
tight, tighter than anything I'd been inside before.  She grunted, but in
pain or pleasure, I didn't know.  "You okay?"

   "Yeah," she said, holding in a breath.  "Keep going, I'm a big girl, I
can take it." I hesitated, unmoving.  "Go on, fuck me." She rocked her hips
a little, trying to force the motion.  I got the hint, and began fucking
her in earnest.  She didn't complain, though she didn't talk much either,
unusual for her.  I thought I was hurting her and she was trying to hide
it, but a minute or two in she began rubbing her clit.  "Wow," she said
finally.  "I wish we'd done this sooner.  It's way better..."

   I panicked, and covered her mouth with my hand, feeling her last words
muffled beneath it.  I didn't know if Grace was listening at the door, but
despite what we were doing now, I didn't want her to know I'd already been
doing sexual things with both her and Stephanie.  I leaned forward,
whispered, "Your Mom still doesn't know what we did before." Her eyes
widened and she nodded, so I let her speak again.

   "How many times does it take to get pregnant?" she asked.

   "It could be only one.  It could be a lot.  It depends."

   "I hope it's a lot," she said.  "Then we can do this lots more."

   "Uh-huh," I said, grunting, trying to hold back.  I was close.  At least
the conversation was distracting me.  "Have you started having periods
yet?"

   "Not yet.  Why?"

   "Then you might not get pregnant for a while." It was an incredible
thought, though.  It might even be possible to make her miss her very first
period.  Something about that made me get turned on even more.

   "Oh, good," she said.  "But I don't know.  Part of me doesn't want to
get pregnant soon and part of me does." She pulled up her shirt, revealing
her flat chest.  "See if I get pregnant, I'll finally get big boobies."

   That simple little act triggered my climax.  With a hearty groan, I
thrust forward one last time, as far as I could, and felt the tingling
sensation all over, centered on my cock.  Then I pulsed as I filled her
little womb with my sticky sperm, flooding it.  Maybe one of those billions
of sperm cells would meet its way with the very first egg to drop.

   "You're done?" she asked, then pouted.  "I didn't get to have an
orgasm."

   "Maybe next time," I said.  I felt bad that I didn't give her one, but
it was all too strange.  "I should probably go." I pulled my pants up and
started towards the door.

   Grace was outside, on the couch in the living room, waiting.  "All
done?" she asked when I poked my head out.

   "Uh, yeah."

   "Wait a second." She stood and walked past me into Bonnie's room, then
touched her pussy.

   "Eww, Mom," Bonnie cried, "That's my private place."

   "Oh, shush," Grace said.  "It's nothing I haven't seen before.  I'm just
making sure he did what he was supposed to." Using two fingers, she spread
Bonnie's pussy lips apart, and looked.  "Okay, you put your seed in her all
right." She took her hands out of the pussy and wagged a finger at Bonnie.
"And he's going to keep doing it until you get pregnant.  I warned you this
would happen.  If you're going to act like a little slut, you'll get what
little sluts get, and that's pregnant."

   Bonnie sighed.  "Yes, Mom." Then she grinned when she thought Grace was
looking away, but she spotted it.

   "Oh, sure, you're having a lot of fun now," Grace warned, "but you won't
be smiling so much when you're the only girl in your school who needs a
maternity uniform."

   "I guess I can go, then?" I asked.  I half-feared she'd tell me that,
now that I'd just cum in her daughter, she was going to call the police. 
After all, who would they believe, me, or her?

   But she didn't.  Instead, she just said, "If you want.  But if you don't
have other plans, you can stay the night.  Stephanie and Jeff will be gone
until tomorrow afternoon, so you can sleep here with Bonnie and fill her
with another batch of baby-juice and they'll never know."

   "Please?" Bonnie said.

   Well, you already know I have trouble saying "No."

   **** Chapter Eleven:

   I fucked her two more times, once that night, and then again the next
morning, although that one you might say she fucked me, because I woke up
with her on top of me as she sank down on my shaft and bounced up and down
with an enthusiasm that was hard to match so early in the morning.

   I left soon after enjoying a breakfast of bacon and eggs prepared by
Grace.  She told me on my way out that I should keep having sex with
Bonnie, during our regular tutoring sessions, but not to let Stephanie find
out.  I kept a stone face as I agreed, and luckily Bonnie didn't do
anything more than grin, and then, after she paid me for the last couple
weeks of tutoring, I left.  I didn't want to be there when Steph came
home...  I knew she'd find out, but I wanted some time alone to prepare.

   I didn't get much.  Later that day, both Bonnie and Stephanie showed up
at my door.  "See, he'll tell you I'm not making it up," Bonnie said.

   Stephanie gave me an expectant look, arms folded over her chest.  "Is it
true?  Did you have sex with Bonnie already?"

   "Yeah," I said, and let them in.

   "I was supposed to be there!"

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't really have much choice in the matter."

   I explained what happened the previous night, the blackmail, her
mother's strange insistence that I get Bonnie pregnant.  I guess Bonnie
hadn't told her much more than that we fucked, since it seemed to stun her.

   "I can't believe it," she said after I was done.  "She was telling the
truth."

   "Who?"

   "Mom.  I mean, my real Mom." She took a breath.  "She swore it was her
Mom's fault she got pregnant with me and Bonnie.  I didn't know what to
think.  She was drunk, and I never asked her about it later."

   It was hard to believe, but she'd just done it to Bonnie, so it wasn't
too much of a leap to suspect she'd do it to their mother, too.  Was some
other random, lucky guy blackmailed into fucking that poor girl and getting
her pregnant twice?  I felt bad for her, and guilty for my part in
perpetuating it.  "Are you okay with this?  We can find some way around
it...  get Bonnie on birth control secretly."

   "But I want to have a baby," Bonnie whined.

   "You do?" She'd seemed positive about it the night before, but I thought
she was just getting into the spirit of being dirty.

   She nodded.  No explanations were given.

   "I guess if Bonnie's okay with it," Stephanie said, "I am too.  But it's
not right.  It should be me you're getting pregnant."

   As soon as she said it, I could tell the wheels in her mind were
turning, and she was liking the idea.  "Oh no," I said.  "We can't do that.
It might blow everything...  and Grace would just take that baby too." I
touched my forehead to hers.  "When we have a baby, it's going to be ours,
okay?  We'll wait until you're out of school at least."

   That seemed to get to her.  "Okay," she said.  We kissed.  "I love you."

   "I love you too."

   Bonnie spoke up.  "If you guys are done with the mushy stuff, can we do
the fun stuff?  I mean, we're here anyway."

   I was already pretty drained, but I did my best.

   We kept it up, our strange three-way relationship, and nothing further
blew up in my face for a while.  I still loved Stephanie, which was why I'd
never admit that I probably preferred Bonnie sexually.  The little nymph
had seemingly limitless energy and was always horny, while her older sister
sometimes had times where she wasn't especially interested.  Luckily, they
got along now that they were pleasuring each other, too, so jealousy tended
to be short-lived and fizzled out instead of growing into resentment.

   It took until the summer vacation before we finally got Bonnie pregnant,
and Grace let me keep fucking her after, under the theory it was good for
the baby.  It was a strange thing, fucking a pregnant twelve-year old with
a visible baby-bump, especially since pregnancy only seemed to increase her
sex drive.

   Nine months later, she gave birth to a little girl, Tammy.  I wasn't
there during the delivery, but I saw her a few days later.  She was
beautiful.  I wanted to be with her forever.  By the time a few weeks had
passed, Grace had already arranged to get custody for herself.  She also
told me, bizarrely, to stop having sex with Bonnie, since the lesson was
learned.  But she never stopped the tutoring sessions or did anything to
ensure that we actually did stop fucking.

   We didn't.  We took a break for a while, as having a baby finally seemed
to lower Bonnie's sex drive, but after a few months she was joining me and
Stephanie again.  Bonnie was less enthusiastic on taking my jism,
unprotected, in her pussy again, but she hadn't entirely learned her
lesson. She still really loved sex, and particularly liked acting like a
porn star.  She really liked it when I came all over her face.

   Grace never found out about us, or if she did, she never revealed it,
and I guess she never will.

   Tammy was almost a year old, and we were planning a birthday, when
Stephanie showed up at my place in tears.  There had been an accident.  Her
brother Jeff had been driving on the highway and a car lost control and
slammed into him.  Grace was in the car with him.  Jeff died instantly. 
Grace held on, in a coma, for a few days, but there was too much damage to
vital organs.  Thankfully, Bonnie was babysitting Tammy.

   It was a tumultuous few days.  For a while, we thought Bonnie and
Stephanie would be sent to live with Grace's eldest son, who lived a few
states away.  Stephanie was terrified that, in addition to losing the
people she thought of as her mother and brother, she'd lose me, too.  I
held her crying in my arms and swore that if that's what it took, I'd move
just to be near her.  As it turned out my own parents, who were good
friends with Grace, stepped up, and said Bonnie, Stephanie, and little
Tammy could all move in with them so they wouldn't have to change schools
and could keep as much of a normal routine as possible.  Grace's son wasn't
in a position to take in three children.

   At the funeral, a woman my own age sat beside me at a quiet time with
nobody else around.  She looked Asian, and had short hair done up in a bun,
and wore glasses.  "Your name's Tim, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "I'm Michele."

   The name was familiar, but I couldn't place it.  It had been a long day.
"Grace was your..." I probed, hoping for a lifeline.  I thought maybe it
was the wife of Grace's surviving son.

   "Mother," she said.  "Bonnie and Stephanie are my daughters. 
Biologically."

   "Oh," I said, tensing up.  "I'm sorry for your loss." I'd heard a lot
about her.  That she was crazy, an alcoholic, and a drug addict.  But,
against everything I would have expected, Grace left the house and most of
her assets to her.  Maybe it was guilt over what she'd put her through.

   "Mom was fucked up.  I'm glad she's gone.  Jeff was my brother.  He was
a good kid." One of the things I'd learned over the past few days was that
he was the one who made Bonnie jack him off on her tongue, but I'd done
much more than that, so I couldn't be angry at him.  I privately agreed
with her about Grace, though I'd never admit it.  The girls still loved
her.

   "I'm sorry," I said again.

   Then she startled me.  "You're the father, aren't you?  Of Bonnie's
kid?"

   "Did she tell you that?" I asked warily.

   "No.  I just see how you look at her.  And I know Mom.  You're the type.
Quiet.  Polite.  Clean-shaven.  Not Asian." She sighed.  "Let me guess. 
Mom said she'd call the cops on you if you didn't get Bonnie pregnant." I
was afraid to answer, suspecting a trap.  "I don't blame you.  Their
father, he was a good guy too." Somebody was approaching, so she said, "We
need to talk about what happens next.  Somewhere in private."

   I met her in her apartment, across town, which surprised me.  I'd always
assumed that she lived far away, but she was nearby the whole time, just
living completely apart from her family.  The last time Stephanie had seen
her, she was 11.  Her place didn't look like the home of the mad, drunk,
druggie Satanist I'd heard about.  It was clean, an average apartment,
although there was what looked like an altar of some sort on a shelf.

   She caught me eyeing it.  "I was into Wicca for a while," she explained.
"I guess I still am.  I needed a Higher Power while trying to get straight,
and after what Mom did in his name, I wasn't inclined to trust Jesus."

   "So you're sober then?"

   "Three years now."

   "Congratulations."

   There was an awkward silence.  She filled it.  "You're wondering why, if
I've been sober three years, I didn't try to see my kids, and just let them
stay with my Mom."

   "Actually, I'm wondering why you haven't called the police on me."

   She smiled.  "I told you, I don't blame you.  Jimmy...  the guy my
mother convinced to rape me, he was a really nice guy.  He even wanted to
marry me." The smile turned a little wistful.  "It wouldn't have worked."

   "Because he was so much older than you?"

   "Yes, but mostly because I was a lesbian." She sat down on her couch. 
"Mom started on me when she caught me kissing a girl.  I guess she thought
getting me pregnant would cure me.  It didn't work; it just made me deny
it. And I got into drugs, booze."

   I sat down too, on a chair.  "I'm sorry."

   "Is that what happened with Bonnie?  Was she a lesbian too?"

   "No." She looked disappointed when I said it.  "She caught her with a
boy."

   "Did you ever get the feeling she was just looking for an excuse, and
getting off on getting a little girl pregnant?"

   "The thought had occurred to me." I smiled weakly.  It was uncomfortable
being there with her, talking about such intensely personal things.

   "I'm probably the one person in the world who'd be less screwed up if my
mother just asked me to eat her out." I stared, and she laughed.  "I'm
sorry, was that too shocking for you?"

   "It's just surprising."

   "Well, it's about to get more surprising.  I'm sure you like fucking
Bonnie.  I don't care, as long as she's happy with it.  In fact, if you
help me out, I'll let you guys go at it anytime you want."

   "What do you want?"

   "I want my kids back.  I should have done it years before.  But I can't
do it alone, and Tammy needs a father around.  If you be Tammy's father,
I'll let you keep carrying on with Bonnie."

   It sounded good.  Too good to be true.  "I can't.  If I admitted to
being her father, I'd go to jail...  and my family would disown me."

   "That's why you don't do that.  I've thought about this.  We just
pretend you're dating me.  I'm not really in a place to be in a
relationship anyway.  You can even move in with me, and pretend you just
came to think of Tammy as your own.  Please?  It would be perfect."

   "Why would you..."

   "I told you," she said.  "Tammy needs a father around.  And I don't
really have a lot of experience being a mother, either.  And I can't afford
three kids on my own.  That's a big part of it.  Mostly, I need somebody to
keep me honest.  I'm still pretty fucked up.  The reason I didn't try to
get my kids back before was I was afraid I'd abuse them more than Mom
would. I'm afraid if I'm on my own I'd slip one night and teach them how to
eat pussy." I didn't say anything.  It was like she looked at me and read
my mind.  "Holy fuck," she said.  "You didn't."

   I still didn't say a word, just froze in a state of quiet panic.

   "Wow...  she made you fuck both of them?" But Michele didn't seem angry,
just surprised.  "I could see that, I guess, but I'm surprised Stephanie
didn't get pregnant.  And I can't imagine her letting you make them do
anything together."

   I somehow got the feeling I could trust her.  Maybe it was her admission
that she thought about touching her kids, and was going to allow me to
continue on with Bonnie.  "Grace didn't make us do anything.  Stephanie
came on to me.  I kind of fell for her.  Bonnie caught us and wanted to get
involved." I shrugged.  "Grace only started blackmailing me after I was
already involved with both of them."

   "Okay, I need to know the whole story." So I told her.  I could see a
lot of her body language was similar to her daughters'.  She was aroused,
leaning forward eagerly, legs squeezed together, especially when I told her
about Bonnie and Stephanie eating each other out.  Her hand played around
her pants.  "Fuck, I'm wet," she said when I was done.  "I don't think
you're going to be the best person to keep me honest."

   "Probably not," I agreed.  "I guess I'm pretty fucked up too.  We could
have a fucked up contest and I'm not sure who'd win."

   "I think it'd be me, because I still think us all moving in together is
a great idea."

   She was right, because I had my doubts.  But as usual, I let myself be
talked into it.
**** Epilogue:

   So, that's how my bizarre little family got started.  It works out well,
even if nobody outside would understand it.  Tammy's almost five now,
Stephanie's in college, and Bonnie's about to graduate high school with
honors.  My parents are even proud of me for getting involved with Michele
and raising Tammy like my own.  If they only knew the truth I don't think
they'd be so proud.

   We're pretty happy together, but I think I have the best deal of all. 
In Stephanie, I have the woman I love romantically, a sweet woman who
turned out to have the best developed motherly instinct of any of us.  In
Bonnie, I have the wild sexpot, willing to do anything, including eating
out her mother.  Michele turned out to be very similar to me in
personality, so we've become great friends, even if I'm the only one in the
house other than Tammy who hasn't touched her sexually.  And as for Tammy
herself, well, I have a beautiful little child that I love more than
anything in the world.  When Stephanie gets out of college, we'll start
working on our second.

   Who would have thought being a doormat would turn out so well?  I'm
still as much a pushover as ever, and everybody in the house knows it by
now.  Even little Tammy's already learned that all she has to do is say
"Please" and bat her eyes and I'll spoil her rotten.  The other three take
advantage of me too, but more lovingly so.  It's not so bad.  Sure, I do
way more than my share of the chores and it may have been months since I've
used my paycheck for anything for myself, but it's been almost that long
since I've had to masturbate, too.  I wouldn't trade my life for anybody
else's in the world.  I still worry that it's all going to end some day,
but right now, I'm happy.

   I'm sure you're wondering, but no, I've never touched Tammy.  She's my
beautiful little angel, and I don't think of her in that way.  She's my
daughter, not my lover, and that's how I plan to keep it the rest of my
life.

   Unless, I guess, one night, when she's older, she comes to me and says
"Please...."

   The End

   The preceeding story was fantasy and I do not recommend or endorse any
of the acts described within.  Quite the opposite, really.

   This story is free to share and distribute so long as no money is
charged.

   If you liked this story, my complete collection is available at
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