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The Proposition
by David Jannsen (david.jannsen111@outlook.com)

***

Ana is 14 years old girl who wants to go to medical 
school. She knows she is good enough, but she is living 
on the hard edge of poverty. Then an opportunity 
appears, so how can she snare it? (MFFf, ped, inc, 1st, 
bi, oral)

***

Part 1: The Proposition

"Ana," her grandmother called, "Ana, come here, you are 
wanted!"

"Coming!" came the reply from a small room.

Ana came into the dining/lounge room and saw the three 
people sitting at the small table, Oma, Mamma and their 
landlord, Mr. Cummins. The lounge was small, as was the 
apartment. Rent was high and Oma and Mamma struggled 
every month with it. The only benefit of living there 
was that it was a good neighborhood, a good school 
district. For Ana, this was critical. 

She needed a good education to get out of this poverty 
cycle. All three females were what was left of their 
family, escapees from the Balkans during the height of 
the wars there. They came with nothing to this country 
and struggled, women alone, with a baby, barely speaking 
English, all the negatives were there, set in stone and 
while they were safe, they were not able to get a real 
start.

Oma spoke with the remnants of her accent - Mamma hardly 
had any accent at all and Ana had none, and when Oma 
spoke, everyone listened. "Ana, it is time you were part 
of this conversation. You are not a child anymore, and 
you need to be part of the decisions made here."

Ana knew that there was some serious issues being 
discussed, but, despite the small apartment, she 
assiduously avoided being involved in anything that was 
grownups business. "You are now fourteen, time you 
learned about the world - our world."

Ana listened, and was surprised, first at being included 
in the discussion, then being told she was not a child 
anymore, then by Oma's statement she needed to know 
about "our world". What world would that be, she 
wondered. Ana nodded and Oma went on.

"We have been talking with Mr. Cummins for the last 
month about rent. Money is always very tight, but with 
me not getting the work I was getting cleaning, it has 
been getting tighter. So we have problem paying the 
rent." Oma said it as matter-of-factually as she could, 
pragmatic, honestly. 

"Unfortunately, our previous arrangements are not enough 
anymore." Mamma looked embarrassed and avoided eye-
contact with Ana. "Mr. Cummins has made a proposal and 
we have been discussing it, and now you need to be a 
part of it. You have to make some decisions."

Oma, Mr. Cummins and Mamma looked at her, intensely, to 
make sure she would understand what was being said. 
"Look around, Ana, tell us what you see," said Mr. 
Cummins.

"A small, two bed-roomed apartment, kept neatly, but it 
reflects the poverty we actually live in. Clothes are 
mostly second-hand, as are all the appliances. The power 
is turned off at least once or twice a year, then is put 
back on, usually before the end of the day, but 
sometimes the next day. The central heating is the only 
thing that keeps us warmish in winter, but we melt in 
summer." 

Ana said, "We struggle, all the time, but we will win 
out. I am going to medical school, to become a doctor 
and then I can look after Oma and Mamma." Mr. Cummins 
nodded and then took on a slightly amused look at her 
mention of medical school.

"Ana," Mamma started, "We know you are very smart, but 
medical school is so expensive."

"I know Mamma, that is why I am going to be applying for 
all the scholarships and bursaries I can apply for. And 
I am going to get one."

Oma looked a little grim at this statement, "It is not 
that easy Ana, nothing good ever is. I wish it was, but 
it is not." She looked directly at Mr. Cummins with a 
hidden look of distaste that Ana could see, but she 
doubted anyone else would pick up on it. Ana had been 
studying her Oma for years and knew all the looks, but 
did not understand why this particular look right now.

"This is, in part, what we have been discussing Ana," 
Mr. Cummins said, "Your future, the future of the 
family."

Then Ana understood. She saw it, clear as anything. "So, 
having sex with both Oma and Mamma is not enough to pay 
the rent then, Mr. Cummins?" Ana said, bluntly. "You 
want me too."

Peter Cummins was rocked back, he was stunned at the 
question. He could not reply as Ana went on. "Oh, I 
figured it out ages ago. Why we could not pay a bill, 
then it got paid. Why the late night visits after I was 
in bed, supposedly asleep, everyone being very quiet. I 
would sometimes see your car leaving as I got home from 
school, Oma was home but Mamma not. All the other 
visits, everything else that has gone on. Mamma and Oma 
are both beautiful women, so what else would it be?"

Peter, Oma and Mamma were all silent, looking a little 
like they just got caught with their hands in the cookie 
jar. Oma responded first, "There is no doubt you are 
very bright, but sometimes, you might want to think 
about how you express your thoughts."

"Yes, Oma, but I think honesty here is far more 
important. So let's put everything out in the open, and 
we can worry about the ethics and morals later."

"I am not sure there is anything right here at all," 
Mamma said, "No matter what, we are all damned."

"Mamma, please, don't be so dramatic." Ana said, "I love 
you and Oma, no matter what - and I am sure you do me. I 
know what has been going on and I have learned enough of 
history to realize that women always do what is 
necessary, when it is necessary to do it." She let that 
sink in, and went on, "Oma, please, whatever is 
happening, I think I really do need to know now."

"Ana is making a lot of sense now, Katja," Peter said to 
Oma. "Tell her everything, and we can move on from 
there." Katja hesitated, and Peter said, "It is better 
coming from you and Mia than me, I think." Ana nodded, 
and Peter went on, "I think it might be best if I went 
and came back when you are done. Call me if this is 
going to go further."

"Ever the businessman, Peter?" Mia said.

Peter nodded, and responded with, "She deserves to know 
the whole story, and then I will put my proposal to her. 
Ana is no child, she can make up her own mind. Let's see 
if she is actually willing to make such decisions 
though." He stood and left the table, the apartment door 
closing behind him.

Ana, Katja and Mia all looked at each other. "The whole 
story, Oma?" Ana asked.

"Yes, I think there is not to be no more secrets. 
Everything must be told."

"Mamma," Mia said, "I am not-"

"Everything, absolutely everything." Katja said, "The 
whole story, the rotten bits as well. Ana needs all the 
information we have to make herself own decisions." 
Katja was clearly under stress now, she only mangled her 
English when she was seriously stressing. Whatever the 
story was, it was not going to be good.

"The story we told you about coming to this country was 
both truth and lies. Lots of it true, but other parts 
not. We made an escape was not just because we were 
threatened, we never told you that it was your father 
who threatened us." 

Ana stiffened as it explained a large gap in her life. 
Her grandfather was mentioned, but her father was not, 
now she would find out why. "Your father was part of a 
militia group who were killing people who were our 
neighbors. When your grandfather found out, he objected, 
he was beaten by your father and some of his cronies, 
all killers. You were about three months old, and they 
fought again. Your grandfather asked him if he was 
prepared to tell you how brave he was when he killed 
unarmed and defenseless men, women and children when you 
grew up. 

"This time, it was your father was hurt. One of the 
militia men stopped them fighting, then killed your 
grandfather. At first we were told that it was a sniper, 
from ambush, but the truth came out quickly, the killer 
bragged of it when he was drunk. Oma and I told your 
father not to return to our house, but he did, and 
brought with him militia men where they beat us and 
raped Oma. 

"Your father raped me, to 'put me in my place' he said. 
He expected his dinner on the table that night, or next 
time he would not stop his friends from raping me as 
well. We lived in fear from that day forward and we 
plotted. We plotted how we would get away from our 
home."

Ana was shocked, frightened not just by the story, but 
the cold and deliberate manner in which her mother was 
telling the story. She had never seen this side of her 
before. Always, Mia was warm and generous, with an 
underlying sadness Ana assumed was mourning for her dead 
husband. No, it was more than that, her murdered father, 
her mother, her life.

"He came home drunk one night, you were about six months 
old and asked me if you were really his daughter. He 
refused to believe me. He beat me and raped Oma when I 
told him that he was the only man that ever had me. Then 
he said he would kill you if he ever found I had a 
lover." Mia stopped, she swallowed as if the story was 
too much to tell, and she looked at Oma.

Oma took over, hesitantly at first, obviously it was not 
something she wanted to talk about. "From that time, 
until we could get away, I was raped by your father two 
or three times a week. The killing was getting to him 
and we were little more than future corpses. We knew it 
when he threatened to kill you, we knew it was only time 
before he killed all of us. We gotten some forged 
documents to get out of the country. 

"We learned that he was going to the siege around 
Sarajevo for a week or more with his militia so we 
experienced one last indignity. After he left, we packed 
and that night we ran away. We got out of the town with 
all the food, water and money we could carry and headed 
for Zadac. 

"It took six days to get there, and lots of different 
vehicles, even walked for two nights, but by a miracle, 
crossed the borders and we got there. We found a 
smuggler and landed in Italy the next day. We had little 
money left, a few thousand lira, but we made it out of 
Bosnia. It was there we met Peter, in Italy."

Katja stopped and took a mouthful of water. She 
shuddered at the memories of escape, of fear, not of 
death, but the fear of Marko finding them. "We were 
working in Italy, and we were trying to get enough money 
to move onward. We were trying to get to France, then 
Mia began working at this hotel in Firenca. One of the 
guests took a liking to her."

"Peter Cummins." Ana said. Mia nodded.

"He is a handsome man, is he not?" Mia said. "He is 
charming too and wealthy. That is what I saw, but what I 
did not see was the businessman, the buyer of lost 
souls."

"No, Mia, do not start again that. We must be grateful 
he brought us to this country, provided a home for us 
and found out that Marko was dead in the war."

"At what cost Mamma? A cost so high that now Ana must 
pay it? He keeps us, for what? For sex? We are his sex 
slaves, that is all!"

"We all are slaves to sex while we live. We know we die 
inside when sex is meaningless or just a ritual!"

"You are worst, Mamma," Mia went on, shaking her head, 
"All those times you were raped and you still think sex 
is great!"

"Sex is great, and my body may have been violated, but I 
wasn't. Awful is being raped, but I have sex because I 
want it and my love only ever to my husband went - and 
you and Ana!"

"Alright," Ana butted in, "We can discuss this later. I 
know what you told me about meeting Mr. Cummins, about 
what happened there and am I right in thinking that the 
sex started there?" Mia nodded. "But wasn't he married 
then?"

"Yes he was," Mia said, "A beautiful woman she was, such 
a shame. So many cars and so many accidents - but her 
and their son together. He still grieves for them, but 
he wouldn't if something like that happened to us."

"Yes, he would, Mia," Oma replied, "That is his nature. 
His grief will not let anyone in, but without us, his 
grief would be much worse."

"Oma, Mamma, please, we need to move on. These are all 
interesting questions and we can talk later, but now, 
what is happening?"

"OK," Mia went on. "My job ends in two weeks. The 
company is closing. We could barely scrape through with 
Oma having fewer hours, but not if I am unemployed. We 
talk with Peter about this and we cannot live here 
anymore. Even with the sex, we cannot afford the food to 
live. This also means you will have to change schools." 

Ana was shocked at that, frightened by the possibility 
of moving to a school that would not be of the same 
standard she was at now.

"When we told him we had to move, he said he would think 
about it. He did, but the proposal he make is not my 
liking, it is so wrong we cannot take it."

"I can assume it includes me as his sex object then?" 
Ana said.

"You are very smart, unuka, you are right, which is why 
we cannot agree."

"But I am old enough to make my own decisions Oma."

"You a child still are!"

"Legally, yes, I am underage. But let's face it Oma, 
that is the main way I am a child. In most other ways I 
am an adult."

"You ever have boyfriend?" Katja asked.

"No, and you know it."

"Why you think this is? You very beautiful girl, smart 
too, so why no boyfriend?"

"The boys are always looking at me, some of the girls 
too. They are jealous I have big tits, or my hair is 
soft and long and blonde. A lot of the men teachers also 
ogle me, some are really obvious, others are not. Some 
of my lady teachers are always looking down on me, but 
one, I think actually lusts after me. I have noticed 
this since I was 10, Oma. I keep them away by being 
smarter than them. 

"The boys drool over me, but are frightened off because 
I am too smart. I don't do the cheerleader thing, 
because I do not want to be seen as some bimbo, but I 
know I can dance and be better athletically than most of 
the cheer leaders. I don't want a boyfriend, or 
girlfriend for that matter, because I am going to med 
school. I don't want the anxiety of a breakup or a 
jealous ex, hanging around."

"Yes, I am glad you know what you are doing." said Mia, 
"You have grown up very well in the last few years. I 
can hear you masturbating sometimes, even when you think 
I am asleep."

"I started masturbating when I knew what was happening 
in Oma's bed. The walls are not soundproofed Mamma. 
Although, I must admit some shock at both of you having 
sex with him at the same time. Good is it?"

Katja and Mia looked at each other, a their glances 
revealing something that Ana did not understand. "Ah-" 
said Katja, "Um, - This way I put it, all sex is good 
sex if you like what you doing. If you not like what you 
do then don't do it, do something you like."

"Good way of avoiding the question though. Is it good? 
Do you like sex with Peter?"

"Peter is a considerate lover, he is usually good at it. 
He tries to be good at it, but like a lot of men, he 
does not always succeed."

"So you like sex with Mamma and Peter then? Threesomes?" 
Again a look passed between them that Ana did not 
understand.

"Twosome, threesomes, moresomes-" Mia replied, "It is 
what you like, as Oma said, do not do what you do not 
want to do. Experiment - but then find out what you 
would like to keep on doing, that is how it should 
work."

"Both of you have avoided the question now, or rather, 
deflected the question. Do you like sex with Peter? Or 
perhaps, when you have sex with Peter are you also 
having sex with each other?"

Both women looked at Ana, shocked, "Ana-" Katja started.

"No Oma", she cut off the older woman, "Don't try to 
avoid it, I know you are. Sometimes, Peter is a little 
louder, and I don't think he is talking to himself when 
he says something like 'Eat that pussy'. I know, and 
have done for a while. I also hear you sometimes when 
Peter is not here."

No-one said anything, the enormity of the older women's 
secret was out. Something they really dreaded was known. 
Ana let it go for a while, but there was no sense of 
victory or of shame or anything else, it was only an 
open acknowledgement of what she knew.

"I listened to your stories, I saw the inconsistencies. 
I have been doing the research. I looked for myself and 
sort of guessed that a lot of what you were telling me 
was not quite the truth. As I went on, I found more and 
more and understood the horror of what you ran away 
from. I also understood you will never want to go back, 
and why. Andrews is not our real name." A statement, not 
a question. 

"If you wanted to cover it up, then I am not sure I want 
to know. But all that does not matter. As I said, women 
do what women have always done and then got on with 
their lives. We are no different. You do what you need 
to do to survive, as will I. Essentially, we are 
illegal's, so we do what we must do to survive. So what 
is this proposal Peter was talking about?"

"It is not a nice proposal," Oma started.

"Oma, no, leave the judgments out of it. We need to 
discuss it and allowing such judgments to get in the way 
will only muddy up the water, so to speak. Just the 
facts, then we can look at it later."

"Simple, we go and live at Peter's house, we are 
"cleaners" for him. We clean the house and inner 
gardens, you go to school. At night one of us, or maybe 
all of us, will be in his bed - every night. There are 
two conditions, one you must be virgin, and two, you 
must be willing to do anything he asks."

"That's all we get, a job, a roof?"

"We eat off the household budget." Mia said, "Oma is 
main housekeeper, so she gets to buy food for household. 
Our combined wages, with job security, keeps everyone in 
new clothes - for a change. Some real benefit for all of 
us. But you get to go to Central High, and have better 
chance of getting into medicine, better opportunities 
for scholarships."

"But mamma, those are incidentals, yes there is 
improvement but he gets exclusive use of me for as long 
as he wants me?" The thought of going to Central was a 
good one though. "What else will he want of me?"

Hesitantly, Mia said, "I-I think we can assume he will 
want to - w-watch you with one or both of us."

This is not unexpected, Ana thought. She gently asked, 
"Then I ask again, Oma, Mamma, when you have sex with 
each other, what it is like?"

They looked at each other, and Katja said, "Truth only -
" she took a lungful of air, "I never thought that 
making love with a woman would be such a beautiful thing 
to do. Ooohh! I love a man, his touch, his cock, but a 
woman - is very different, and very exciting." Ana had 
never heard Oma use a word like cock before, she was 
surprised Oma knew the word, but then, why wouldn't she?

"I never realized how much I could love a woman until we 
started doing it," Mia said. "The first time, was a 
little awkward to start, but once we kissed and touched 
each other, I think we felt something we had not 
considered before. It has blossomed and I love Oma in 
ways I never have believed I would, or could, love 
anyone."

"Hmmm." Ana said, "As a virgin, I think a man would tell 
me what to do, what he wants, but there is enough 
pornography around to make that almost unnecessary 
today. Same for a woman, I think. I probably know enough 
to understand the mechanics, but lesbian incest, that 
might take a bit of getting used to. Was that hard for 
you?"

Katja and Mia gave each other another look, "No more 
lies," said Mia, reaching her hand out to hold the older 
woman's hand. Katja took it, nodded agreement, then 
said, "Mia and I are lovers, friends, as close as two 
women can be I think, but we are not mother and 
daughter. Marko was my son. Even though he became a 
monster, he was still my son. 

"He might not pulled the gun, but he killed his father, 
and had sex with his mother, but he was still my son. He 
would have killed us all, that is why we had to run 
away. I could not bring myself kill him and Mia was 
never the kind of person who would even consider it."

Ana was stunned into silence, the true horror of her 
mother and grandmother's past was revealed. The tears of 
their anguish rolled down their cheeks. Ana stood, 
walked to her grandmother and wrapped her arms around 
the older woman and softly said, "I love you Oma, and I 
am saddened by what you had to endure. Both of you. it 
must have been..." Words escaped her. 

Ana held her grandmother and beckoned her mother closer. 
All three hugged and held each other tight - sharing 
their love, Ana giving all her love and strength to 
them. For a few minutes they cried together, holding 
each other in the mutual embrace of love and release of 
fear and pain.

Ana understood the depth of her grandmother's pain, her 
only son a murderer and rapist. Worse, he raped her and 
would have murdered her as well. The tears flowed as 
more of the story came out, the seemingly endless rounds 
of beating and rape. Her daughter-in-law helpless, just 
as brutalized and victimized as herself. 

The ever-present threat to her grand-daughter always 
staying the hand of revenge. The bind of being trapped 
by the brutality of the times, the breakdown of civil 
order, friends who were being murdered, other friends 
who were doing the murdering. Everyone watching 
everyone, their tormentor who was their protector. 

Ana dismissed the idea she would have done anything 
different, she probably wouldn't have or might have been 
so fully paralyzed by her fear that she would now be 
dead. The secret preparations for fleeing their 
homelands, the fear of discovery of their flight, the 
uncertainty of landing in a new place, without the 
language skills to get by. 

The emotional desolation of turning to prostitution, 
just to eat. Moving westward, to Rome, to Florence, 
meeting Peter, looking for legitimate work and not 
finding it often, or it was not paying enough. Being 
brought to this country. Getting a visa to leave Europe, 
to come here and be away from all the horror, but the 
fear did not stop, it might never stop. All the while 
their current situation looming in the background, until 
the story was told.

Ana listened and while listening began making decisions, 
she would protect her family too. Not out of duty, or 
fear, but love. She would make the necessary 
contributions and get them out from under anyone's 
thumb. 

Peter Cummins would get his women, but the cost was 
going to be much higher than he thought it would be. The 
story wound down, the truth a final victor. Now the 
healing, the real healing can begin for Mamma and Oma 
thought Ana. But first, my turn.

"So, here we are, in dire need, again. Only this time, 
we can face it as a whole family," Ana said."Decisions 
need be made but in the end, it is my choice. You have 
to respect my decisions, Oma." 

Ana let that same steely resolve into her voice she had 
heard Oma use whenever there was something that would 
not be discussed further, or argued with. Katja heard 
it, and Mia gave her daughter a long, deep look, as if 
she was listening directly to her mind. "So why is this 
not a good deal Oma?"

"It is scandalous. You are little more than a child - a 
very bright child, Ana, but you are only fourteen years 
old. What do you know of life?" Katja asked, "What of 
love and childhood?"

"Oma, being raised by you and Mamma, well, that is an 
experience of its own. I have been given the best things 
in life, your love and protection. We do not have much, 
but what we do have is appreciated, cared for, and it is 
going to get better. I may be 14 calendar years old, but 
I am not some self-obsessed adolescent."

"These things I know, my darling, but Peter Cummins is a 
- a - "paspathnk" -"

"Pervert," translated Mia

"Thank you, a pervert." Katja went on. "He may have 
perverted us, but think about it, if you are included in 
our games, then we really would have crossed the border 
to perverdedness."

"Oma, you and Mamma have both entertained men for money, 
just to survive. You still do for this place, just one 
man. To my thinking, you have not charged enough." Ana 
said. "Both of you are beautiful women, and I am lucky 
to have inherited that beauty from you. 

"It is about time we brought more money into the family. 
I do not like the deal offered, it is paltry, cheap. I 
read a few weeks ago a comment that is most apt, 'sex is 
cheap, you can buy it anywhere, but vice, real vice is 
very expensive'. Mr. Cummins will find to satisfy his 
vice is not going to be cheap."

"We cannot push him too hard," Mia said, "He has 
protected us while we have lived here, and done other 
things for us, not always for sex."

"That may be mamma, but now he is extending his grasp, 
and left himself vulnerable. Oma, I am not boasting when 
I say that I am the smartest person here," Katja nodded 
acknowledgement, "But I lack experience so my brains are 
limited use. Mamma, you and Oma have the experience I do 
not, and you are right, I do not want to push him too 
far, but how far is too far? He has no wife or other 
children, was he an only child? Did he inherit his 
wealth or build it himself? These are important 
questions, and I really need answers. I need to know 
more about him. I know some things, but not enough."

For the next half hour, Peter Cummins was the only topic 
for discussion. When Ana felt she understood enough she 
said, "Ok, here is my counter proposal. One, yes, I am a 
virgin, and two, yes, I am willing to do anything that 
does not harm anyone else - at least once. But if Peter 
wants me, then he has to meet some conditions of my 
own." Ana outlined her ideas to Katja and Mia. Within 
minutes Ana said, "So call him, invite him for dinner in 
an hour and a half - tell him to bring Chinese, I love 
Chinese."

The meal went well, no one seemed to be willing to open 
discussion on the deal while there was food on the 
table. It soon disappeared, and coffee was served by 
Mia.

Peter confidently opened the discussion, "So Ana, you 
have heard my proposal, and are willing to accept it?"

"Yes, I have heard it, but no, I am not willing to 
accept it," she replied.

"I am surprised," he said, looking at Katja and Mia, "I 
understood -"

"The deal you offered is insufficient," Ana interrupted. 
"I am making a counter proposal."

Peter sat up then, his mind snapped from a done deal to 
a potential train wreck then a negotiation. So, she 
wants more, he thought. "Go on," he said, thinking he 
was going to enjoy this.

"First, I want you to know that I am a virgin. I have 
never had a lover, nor have I ever ridden a horse. My 
hymen should be intact. I am willing to give it to you, 
let you be my first lover," Ana said without hesitancy 
or embarrassment, she let that sink in and Peter nodded, 
"In your deal, Oma becomes the head of the household 
staff, so how many are there?"

"Three, soon to be two. Which is part of the reason why 
I am proposing this arrangement."

"No, there is no 'arrangement' no deal, just a number of 
proposals that may or may not be negotiated 
satisfactorily," Ana remarked in a crisp business-like 
manner.

Oooohhh I am going to love negotiating with this one. 
Sheesh, she might only be fourteen but she certainly has 
some spirit, Peter thought.

"OK, I can accept that," he responded, "But, there is 
not a lot of room for negotiation here."

"I do not know your business operations, Peter, or your 
personal set up," something of a lie in both these 
areas, but Ana justified it by knowing such information 
is used in her bargaining, "But my counter proposals are 
not really more demanding, just different."

"Oh, now you do have my interest."

"I thought I had that anyway. Your original proposal 
certainly indicated that. Was I mistaken? If so, I do 
apologize, and can only offer my inexperience as a 
reason."

Peter smiled, yes, she was going to be good, he hoped 
she would show the same dexterity and spirit in bed. "Oh 
no, please, don't apologize, my earlier interest was, 
shall we say, restricted to a limited perception of you, 
but now you have intrigued me and that is interesting. 
So what are your alternative proposals."

"Oma takes on the head of household duties, with full 
pay and other rights."

"That was inherent in the proposal, so yes, I can agree 
with that."

"Whether she shares your bed or not is at her 
discretion," Ana stated.

"No I cannot accept that."

"I will be in your bed, and you may not necessarily want 
to have another person there. After a time, when I am 
more comfortable and learned in the ways of the bedroom, 
either one of us may invite another person, or persons, 
to join us, but that must be at their discretion."

"You are saying that you will sleep in my bed? All the 
time?"

"Yes," Ana replied, "If we can negotiate a successful 
agreement here."

Peter looked at Katja and Mia, they were unshaken by 
those comments. There must have been some real 
discussion before he came for dinner, he thought. Would 
loved to have been a fly-on-the-wall for that. "OK, I 
can agree to that," he replied, after a full minute 
wait.

"Next, you propose to use Mia as a menial, then 
sexually. I offer that you are wasting her skill and 
intellect. I am sure there will be a job somewhere in 
your organization for her."

"You want me to give her a job?"

"Yes, but not a made up one, a real job. One that 
requires a skill set, and pays well. Mamma has some 
really good people skills, so perhaps in sales or in 
lower management. Let her prove herself as more than a 
menial."

"Don't know about that, will have to consider it 
carefully. I don't directly employ people anymore, we 
have outsourced our HR these days. What I can do is to 
introduce her to the people who do our hiring, and if 
she can convince them she is up to a given job, then I 
suppose that can happen."

"There needs to be a bit more surety than that."

"You are talking important positions here. Good sales 
reps are hard to find and need to be fully acquainted 
with the product before they go into the field. We train 
all our management staff in a number of different 
operations, so they need to be competent to start with. 
I have never asked Mia, do you have any qualifications?"

"I have a degree in Electrical Engineering from the 
University of Zagreb, but it will not be recognized 
here."

"And if it was, it would have your real name on it, 
which would raise a number of difficult and awkward 
questions for us." Peter mused. "However, that makes you 
suitable for Sales in electronics, at the very least. A 
degree of any kind is worthwhile, even if it is not 
related to anything my companies do. OK, I can introduce 
her with a personal recommendation."

"Will that be enough?"

"It will be," Peter said, "It will be." Making sure that 
there was no question she would win a position would not 
be that straightforward, but if the Chairman of the 
Board was to add his weight to her employment, and 
himself as President and largest stockholder, it would 
happen.

"The last part, and I am going to be very selfish here." 
Ana stated, "Even with Central's accelerated program, I 
probably won't graduate from medical school for at least 
10 years, then there is an internship, say, another two 
years. An Ivy League med school is out, too costly, so 
it is going to have to be City U's med program. You have 
my virginity, my companionship for the next ten, maybe 
twelve years. I want a scholarship from your company for 
a medical degree. I qualify for the first part of the 
scholarship by being accepted into City U's pre-med 
program. The rest is covered by the company as I 
graduate into medicine."

Peter was really surprised. "Jeez, that is going to cost 
a lot of money, I am not sure anyone is worth that."

"Actually not, but it is not that great an amount of 
money. I have two more years in high school, perhaps 
then into City U's pre-med program. The company sets 
aside the funds for the scholarship and claims a tax 
deduction. The funds build with accumulated interest so 
when the first call on the fund is made, there should be 
enough money there to cover at least half the costs of 
the first three years of study.

"The condition for the scholarship is that I must 
provide services to the company for no less than four 
years. After my internship, I come and work for the 
Company for four years."

"We could just go and hire a doctor."

"You can, but they won't be as good as me."

"Confident, or the cockiness of an adolescent?"

"Certain, and I think you should know, Peter, I am 
somewhere in the 180plus range for an IQ, so yes, I am a 
little cocky, but it is not without foundation. Oma and 
mamma have both worked hard to keep my feet on the 
ground and now it is rewarding us all."

"And I notice you have been very quiet, Katja."

"Peter, I do not like this deal, we are talking the 
corruption of a fourteen year old. But she insists we do 
it her way. Either you to the party come or you don't."

"I convinced Oma that I knew what I was doing. For all 
the sacrifices both Oma and mamma have made for me, this 
is so little in comparison. Now it is up to you."

"OK, I can buy your proposals. But why these elaborate 
schemes?"

"Everything must have a clear and open reason Peter. 
There must be a start for something that is beyond 
reproach. You giving Oma the housekeeping job is clear 
and open. Mama and me living there is not. Mamma as a 
maid, no it does not work, you have never had a 
household staff of four before, so why the extra person? 
Mamma working in your office and living under your roof 
might set tongues wagging, but if you have nothing to do 
with her at work, then few will make a connection. 

"Your company sponsoring a medical student, that too 
makes sense. The student also lives under your roof, the 
granddaughter of your housekeeper, actually makes a 
clear connection between your personal philanthropy and 
your influence with the company to support a 
scholarship. 

"While some cynics might suggest a sexual entanglement, 
there is no supporting evidence for it. You have decided 
that the granddaughter of your housekeeper is smart 
enough to become a doctor, so you are helping her along 
the way. Plus your companies get a lot of benefit from 
it. Always, there is the opportunity for swapping the 
scholarship to someone else if I do not work out. So, 
there is nothing that cannot be explained in a clear and 
open way."

"One set of truths to cover other, larger truths, yes, I 
like it." Peter replied. "I like the idea of a doctor on 
staff or at least, at call, for a while, provide better 
health care for employees, great PR there. But I am sure 
we could think of dozens of ways to use your skills, if 
you graduate, of course."

"Of course. Oh, obviously, I can never become pregnant 
so I must be on the Pill."

"No need, not right away anyway. I have had a vasectomy. 
My late wife had a terrible time during her pregnancy so 
had a tubal ligation. I thought I would join her so was 
nipped as well - but that proved advantageous in other 
ways. Later you might want to go on the Pill, as your 
sexual base expands."

"You think I am going to be sleeping around a lot?"

"Not necessarily, but there are likely to be other men. 
I am not that naive or conceited enough to think I will 
be your only lover over the next ten years or so."

"You are probably right, I had not gone to that point in 
my thinking, yet. No hidden cameras or microphones, no 
photos, no secret videos, no visual evidence at all."

"Agreed, most definitely - but what is your reasoning 
here?"

"The obvious is legal ramifications, until the calendar 
says it is OK, the law will not budge and I do not want 
you in jail." Peter nodded at this, "The other, and for 
me the more important reason, too many young college 
students are getting pictures or videos of them having 
sex on the Internet. I do not want my face amongst them 
and sooner or later the colleges are going to start 
kicking students out for it. A logical progression 
here."

Peter was astounded at the depth of Ana's thinking on 
this. "You really have thought it through, how long have 
you been considering it?"

"Only since this afternoon."

"That is pretty impressive. Ever change your mind about 
medicine, I am sure we can find a better paying job for 
you in one of our divisions. OK, one more thing, what 
happens in the case of you pulling out?"

"If that happens then it all stops, everything. No more 
scholarship, no jobs for mamma or Oma. We are on our 
own. Please understand, I am aimed at medical school, 
that is my single goal. I decided that years ago and 
there has been very little to distract me from that 
path. 

"The only real barrier is money and as mamma has not had 
a high enough paying job, it is unlikely I will get 
sufficient student loans to pay for my tuition. It has 
to be a scholarship, or bursary, so I cannot walk away 
from this. My concern is what if you decide to kick us 
out?"

"Not going to happen, there is sufficient distance 
around the house not to get on each other's nerves too 
badly. I am regularly travelling anyway. I have come to 
regard Katja and Mia as a strong part of my life, and it 
is time I did something for them that was more 
meaningful than a dingy two bedroom apartment. My time 
with them has become - special - for me. And I hope that 
the same will happen with you."

"Then we are agreed?"

"Yes. So how do we sign the deal?"

Ana looked at her Oma and said, "I started my period 
yesterday, and the first time I have sex is not going to 
be during a period. I have never seen a real man's thing 
before, close up, erect. I have never seen his semen, so 
is it OK if I strip down and you masturbate on me. I 
want to feel your semen, I am the paper and your semen 
the ink of our agreement, signed by your cock." They 
were all stunned at the sheer brazenness of this child-
woman.

"What did you want?" Mia asked, somewhat surprised at 
this turn of events.

"I am going to lay on the floor there, and Peter is 
going to masturbate on me. He is going to cum on me, 
that is our signed agreement," Ana said as she began to 
undo the buttons on her blouse.

"And you expect us to watch?" Mia asked.

"If you like, but I would like you to hold my hand, tell 
me you love me as he cums. Both of you," Ana looked at 
her mother and grandmother.

"Are you sure?" ask Oma.

"No, not really, but we need something to seal a deal 
that will help us all get what we want." Ana peeled her 
blouse off, exposing the almost flawless skin of her 
upper body and revealing her cheap bra. She quickly 
shrugged her bra off and looked over at the bemused 
Peter Cummins.

"Well, you up to this? I am lying there and you are 
kneeling between my legs. You are masturbating and 
cumming on my tits. Think you can reach that far?"

"I can try," Peter responded, ogling the youngest and 
most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen.

"How long will it take?"

"Dunno," Peter said, "A few minutes maybe. If everyone 
is naked, might help."

"Mamma, Oma, please help," Ana asked, "You can be 
involved in this. I am the only one here who has never 
been involved in anything like this before, so I want it 
to be right."

"This is not 'right'," Oma said, "It is wrong."

"Oma, please, you agreed to allow me to make my own 
decisions, so I am asking you to support them." Ana 
stood and undid the buttons on her jeans and folded them 
down.

"You are determined to do this then?" Oma asked.

"Oh yes, I am. For us Oma, for all of us."

Ana took Peter by the hand and guided him to the small 
area between the sofa and the television. She turned and 
faced him, moved closer and kissed him. She had never 
kissed a man before, and felt the hardness of the flesh 
of his face and the short, firm bristle of an early 
evening growth. 

She began undoing the buttons of his shirt, and ran her 
hands under the opened material. Peter was not a very 
hard, muscular man, but was not a fat, overweight 
executive waiting to die of hypertension. The smoothness 
of his skin, the underlying muscles of his chest excited 
her.

Ana felt, rather than saw, hands reaching around Peter's 
waist, undoing the belt of his trousers. She could feel 
the manipulations of buttons and zips allowing the pants 
to drop away, pulled down by the weight of the contents 
of the pockets. Looking down she saw the hands 
disappearing and the line of his underpants being pulled 
down, exposing his now rampant dick. 

As she had never seen a dick before, she was fascinated 
by the color and texture of it. The swollen knob, 
purplish in color, arrogant in its position, and she 
looked as fingers wrapped themselves around it, rubbing 
it up and down, making it swell even more than it had 
been before. The hand was mamma's.

Peter pulled Ana's face upward and leant down to kiss 
her again, as his cock was being pulled by her mother. 
Ana could feel the gentle slap of Mia's hand on the 
bottom of her stomach each time mamma stroked Peter's 
dick. 

Ana was sure she was not really kissing Peter properly, 
but she was willing to be guided by him, his hands on 
the bare skin of her back, touching her breasts, tracing 
patterns gently over her shoulders, her face.

After a few minutes of kissing, caressing and fondling, 
Ana broke and lay down on the floor of the small lounge, 
urging Peter to kneel between her legs. "Do you think 
you could put a line of your cum between my breasts, 
Peter?" She asked.

"From here," he said as he knelt between her thighs, "I 
think I might be able to hit your face, would you like 
that?"

"Don't know, seems a little yucky to me," Ana replied, 
watching Peter beginning to stroke himself.

"So do most things the first time you try them, but then 
you learn what it is you are actually doing."

"And what would that be?" Ana asked.

"Giving someone else pleasure, without asking for any 
yourself. Being unselfish. Understanding that that is 
the most important aspect of sex and love and sharing."

"So if it is done right, then you give of yourself to 
your lover and they do of you at the same time. Mutually 
satisfying each other."

"Yes, but not always at the same time, that comes with 
practice."

Ana looked at mamma who nodded, and then Oma, who was 
not displaying any emotion at all. Ana willed Oma to 
join her on the ground. She held her hand out to Katja 
who looked at her for a while. Silently, Ana pleaded 
with her grandmother to join her, trying to project the 
love she felt, the support she needed, the desire to be 
an adult and take her share of the burden that only her 
mother and grandmother had borne so far. 

Oma nodded, and knelt alongside Ana, leaned down and 
kissed her. Not the kiss of a grandmother, but the kiss 
of a potential lover, one woman to another, an 
exploratory kiss, to which Ana responded on a level of 
sensuality that she had never felt before. For the first 
time, she felt a frustration at the fact that she was 
having a period, not really able to explore this new 
experience. 

Mia took her other hand and knelt to the other side and 
replaced Katja, kissing her daughter in the same sensual 
manner. Ana responded again, in the same way, 
frustrated, but this time, a little fearful at the 
stirrings of her body.

Ana had never felt anything like this before. Her 
stomach was full of butterflies, her breathing not 
controlled, her nerves afire with anticipation, Ana did 
not know if she was able to control anything anymore. 
Mamma holding one hand, Oma the other, the man who was 
going to take her hymen was kneeling between her legs, 
pulling his dick. In a week or two, he was going to fuck 
her with that dick - a thought, that for the first time, 
took on a terrifying aspect.

Ana looked at it, the length, the thickness, the size of 
the swollen knob, all of it. She could not imagine how 
it was going to fit, but she dismissed this as a stupid 
thought, baby's heads are much bigger than dicks, so it 
will fit, generations of women told her so. 

Fear of the unknown balanced with the fear of a new 
experience, the anticipation of experiencing her first 
sexual encounter all felt like they were overwhelming 
her. The sounds of skin slapping gently on skin as Peter 
masturbated. the gasping of air as the effort grew in 
him, the gentle cooings of her mother and grandmother as 
they knelt alongside her all came together in a cocoon 
of soft sounds, giving the whole tableau a sensual depth 
Ana never dreamed of before.

Ana reached up and gently grasped Mia's breast, fondling 
it, feeling the nipple harden. The soft texture of the 
skin and tissue under her hand gave way in face of the 
rippling of Ana's fingers over its surface.

Peter kept up a quite, but steady, stream of compliments 
of Ana, Mia and Katja, their breasts their bodies, their 
beauty, all of them being so sexy, so gorgeous. Ana 
noted his speech became more ragged as he went on until 
he said loudly, "I am cumming, cumming, not going to be 
able to hold it," "Let it go," Ana said, "Cum on me."

She looked up and saw the knob of his tool grew a little 
and turned a deeper purplish color then his cock spasmed 
as a jet of white fluid shot out of the little slit. She 
watched it arcing down and felt it land somewhere 
between her breasts and her chin. Another shot came as 
Peter gasped loudly, that flew towards her, landing just 
above her navel, a third spurt, slower and less urgent 
seemed to fall just above her panties, on her stomach.

Letting go of Mia's breast, Ana stuck her finger into 
the pool of cum on her chest and lifted her finger to 
her mouth. She took the salty, but not entirely 
unpleasant substance into her mouth, trying to taste 
what it was really like. Peter watched her as she was 
watching him. She saw his eyes open slightly in 
amazement at her action. 

She rubbed her hand in it as it dripped down towards her 
navel, spreading it so it wouldn't stain anything. 
Quickly Ana sat up and took hold of Peter's dick, gently 
rubbing it, watching it ooze a little more cum. She 
leaned forward and pulled him, guiding his detumescing 
dick into her mouth. "Oh! Wow!" Peter exclaimed as Ana's 
mouth swallowed him.

She knew she was not very good at sucking dick, never 
having done it before, but she had seen it in a porno 
movie she watched on a kid's cell phone a little while 
ago. She felt the silky softness of the shaft, even in 
its half erect state. She tasted the salty semen as it 
dribbled into her mouth. 

She tongued the semi-hard cock while bobbing her head 
backwards and forwards, just as she saw some woman doing 
in that movie. While Peter's cock did not get any 
harder, it was not going down either. Ana was not 
discomforted by having his thing in her mouth, and she 
worked out pretty quickly that she was going to have to 
breath when there was not a lot of it in there, on the 
out stroke, she thought.

"Oh my, Katja," she heard Mia say, "Perhaps Ana is as 
big a slut as you."

"She will be fortunate if she is, I think," Katja 
replied. Ana heard the affection in their voices so did 
not allow it to bother her, or distract from what she 
was doing. Peter was obviously enjoying it, from the 
moans and oohs and ahhs she heard. She felt his cock 
harden slightly and then push another glob of cum into 
her mouth as he "Arghhed" and "Fuck!" Peter cried, "Ana, 
that was unbelievable!" between gasps. "I have never cum 
twice so close together like that before!"

Ana lifted her head off his cock and saw a line of fluid 
joining them, she leaned forward and licked the head of 
his shaft again, making sure that it was all in her 
mouth. She wiped it around with her tongue and 
swallowed. "Well, I have never done that before. Was it 
good?" she asked.

"Oh baby, that was great!" Peter responded, "But how did 
you know?" asked Mia.

Ana made a face and replied, "I've seen a porno before, 
wasn't much, pretty disgusting actually."

"So a porno makes an expert?" asked Oma.

"Oh no, I was just very curious as to what would 
happen." Ana reached out to Katja and pulled her closer, 
then kissing her, Ana caressed Oma's exposed breast as 
she had done Mia's before. "I am very curious about 
everything Oma." Ana looked at Peter and asked "Do we 
have a deal?"

"Of course, it will be as you asked. In a day or two, 
Mia will get a call for an appointment with the HR 
people and next weekend you can start moving into my 
house." Oma nodded and Peter said, "The rooms you will 
be occupying are mostly furnished. Mrs. Johnson is 
moving to her sister's place, retiring now as the sister 
is a widow too. She is leaving on Friday morning, so I 
can arrange a car to pick you up, take you to look at 
the place tomorrow if you like." 

Katja agreed as Peter went on, "You can figure out what 
you need to bring with you, what you want to keep, what 
you want to lose, then you can move in on Saturday. Mia, 
you will have to take the subway to get to work, we 
cannot be seen together too often, I would imagine, and 
it won't auger well if you turn up in the owner's car 
each morning." Mia nodded. "I'm going to be leaving 
Thursday, won't be back until the Tuesday after at the 
earliest, so your first weekend will be alone, can't be 
helped I am afraid."

"What about the gardener and his wife?" Mia asked.

"I can ask John and Shirley to come in on the Saturday, 
to give you the keys and show you around the house. They 
are both part time staff, she does a bit of the cooking 
and looks after the small gardens and he does 
maintenance and they both take care of the grounds. Mrs. 
Johnson keeps the house, looks after me, basically. 

"She used to... ahh never mind, her main job was to make 
sure I was prepared for work and would organize my 
schedule, doing it all off the top of her head. 
Marvelous at it, she was, but now she wants to retire 
and I have to move on."

"As do we all. Peter. Now it is time, I think for us to 
be planning for the next week then. Mia, my bed please, 
Ana, will you help Peter dress and work out what you do 
next week." Katja gave Peter a hug, squeezed his dick 
and kissed him. "See you during the week, before you go, 
to finalize some things."

Mia followed Katja, but bent to kiss Peter's dick and 
said, "And I hope to see you before you go away." 
Peter's dick gave a little throb, and Peter said, "So 
does he by the look of it." Mia followed Katja out of 
the lounge and into the main bedroom - they did not 
bother to close the door.

"So, you have any reservations Ana?" Peter asked.

"None at all, Peter. I expect that some things will hit 
me during the week, the anticipation of our first night 
together is already a little scary, but I am not the 
first and will not be the last girl in this same 
position."

"Probably not, but I am seriously hoping it will all 
work out. I am not holding out a lot of hope that we 
will still be living under the same roof in a decade, 
things change. But, I will promise this, if it comes to 
a point where you no longer want to share my bed, then I 
will try very hard to accept it and move on from there."

Ana nodded, that had not even come into her thinking at 
all. The times involved seemed so long anyway, nearly 
double her current life time. She moved closer to Peter 
and kissed him, placing his hand on her left breast, "If 
it comes to that, then, it may be that you have decided 
that you want a different lifestyle. For the moment, 
everything will be as agreed. Soon as mamma starts work, 
then I will ready for you."

Peter nodded, gently caressing the fresh, soft flesh of 
her adolescent tits. "Then I hope it is soon." "Believe 
it or not, so do I now. I don't think I want to wait too 
long for my first real fuck."

Part 2: The Consummation

Ana's life was never going to be the same after last 
night. She agreed to her own deflowering as a negotiated 
contract, had a man masturbate over her body, she 
watched her mother and grand-mother having lesbian sex. 
Her world was now very different. Long held ideas had 
been broken, myths she had considered around her father 
were destroyed, permanently. 

She was certainly going to check up about her father, 
the stories she heard were shocking, and unbelievable. 
Ana knew though that fantastic tales might be true, but 
it is only the perceptions and preconceptions of the 
listener that makes a that story unbelievable.

How could a man act as he did? What would make him turn 
his back on normal social etiquette, murder his 
neighbors, condone the murder of his own father, rape 
his mother, after turning her over to his friends? 
Threaten his wife and daughter? What kind of monster was 
he? Was that why she had no pangs of conscience about 
what she was agreeing to do? Was the same sort of 
callous indifference in her too? 

No, she thought to herself, my motivations are 
completely different, and I do have the screaming 
heebies over it. Ana realized she was not indifferent to 
what she had agreed to do, but for her, it was an escape 
from the poverty they had lived in all her life. 

The agreement was not ideal, but it would provide for 
all of them, better than anything either mamma or Oma 
had, so far, been able to achieve. Ana also knew that to 
a large extent, she was in a much stronger bargaining 
position than either mamma or Oma had ever been and this 
is what made it work, well maybe make it work.

Ana had always realized she was powerless as a child, 
but her beauty, her presence, gave her some way of 
gaining power. She was going to continue to exercise it 
like she did last night. She would have to become more 
manipulative than she had thought she would, but the 
rules were clear, her own advantage would have to be 
secondary to what she could achieve for others - except 
when it came to pleasure. 

Overnight she understood that there was a great deal of 
pleasure in sex. What she saw of Peter, especially when 
she sucked his dick, made him putty in her hands, and 
watching mamma and Oma, touching, kissing, licking each 
other, wow she wanted to try that.

Ana realized that one of them was going to be her first 
woman lover. She had to decide which one, but she loved 
them both dearly. 

The incestuous nature of that relationship was not going 
to cause any issues for Mamma and Oma, and she did not 
think it would be an issue for her for a while. She had 
time yet, a few weeks she thought. The inherent 
sexuality of their new relationships might cause some 
difficulties in the short term but if they were each as 
loving of each other as they have been they might just 
avoid any real problems. Last night, after mamma and Oma 
had both had orgasms, Ana climbed onto the bed, still 
half naked and hugged and kissed both women.

It was a real turn on to be kissing one while the other 
was fondling her breasts, she cursed her period for not 
allowing her to go further then, but it was really only 
a matter of time. They talked about what was going to 
happen and Oma insisted that she should be sleeping with 
Peter for a while before they invited either of them 
into their bed. While Ana might want to try sex with one 
of them, it was going to have to wait until after she 
had some real experience with Peter, Oma had said.

Oma interrupted her morning reverie with the cry of 
"School, come on unuka ljubavnika." Ana smiled "grand-
daughter/lover" yes she liked that idea.

"Oma," Ana said, "We are moving next weekend, so how do 
we tell the school? What about enrolling in Central 
High? It will all have to be very fast."

"Make an appointment with your counsellor, they should 
know what to do. Talk to her, and in the meantime, I 
find out all the details about this new school. Mamma 
will have to come in to talk to them anyway."

Later in the day, Ana did talk to Ms Jefferson, her 
counsellor. Loni Jefferson was a tall, willowy blond, 
who poorly hid her interest in Ana. While there was 
never anything overtly sexual in her manner around Ana, 
Ana always felt a tightly controlled, and very careful 
professional guard whenever they were together that she 
never saw with other students. 

During the conversation, it was clear that Loni was 
really disappointed that Ana was going to be leaving 
them, and to Ana, that disappointment was not just 
professional. Ana paid attention to what Loni was 
saying, to pass on the information to Oma and mamma. 
When it was clear the interview was over, Ana stood and 
turned to leave, on impulse she turned back and said, 
"Ms Jefferson, would it be OK if I was to call you after 
I have settled in?"

"Call us? Sure, why would it not be? It would be nice to 
hear how you are doing."

"Well - I - I meant -" Ana stumbled, and saw a flicker 
of surprise replaced by a furtive sexual glance from 
Loni.

"Did you mean that you would like to talk to me?" she 
asked, regaining her more formal look, but her eyes 
still looked like they were undressing Ana.

"Well - yes. I don't think I want to lose touch with 
you," Ana gushed out - trying to play the embarrassed 
teenie.

"Ahh, Ana. I would love to hear from you at some stage, 
but don't feel bad if you don't call. You are going to 
be developing new friends, new relationships, there are 
new teachers and counsellors. It is OK to leave the past 
behind."

"I know, but, well, you have been really good to me, 
really supportive and I would like to - " she stopped, 
"Well, you know, I would like to keep you as a friend if 
possible."

"You will always have my friendship, Ana and I hope you 
get to make your dream come true," Loni said, "And while 
I really hate to admit it, going to Central is more 
likely to help you on that path than if you stay here - 
but please, don't ever tell anyone I said that!" They 
both smiled at a shared confidence. 

Ana knew that Loni Jefferson was almost hooked. If she 
was seriously interested in a relationship with a woman, 
outside the family, then this would be her first. Ana 
wasn't sure of that was what she would want, but if she 
did, here was one who was definitely interested.

The usual round of classes and antagonisms seemed to 
sweep by Ana, her mind was on other things. Her only 
friend, the only student that was able to keep up with 
Ana's intellectual abilities, noticed there was 
something going on. Beth Schultz was almost as smart as 
Ana, but considerably more - well homely. 

Beth really had a nice body but the artist who put her 
together stopped short at her neck. Ana did not want to 
say anything about changing schools but Beth deserved 
better than that.

Beth was devastated when Ana told her. She cried, 
showing a side of herself that Ana had never seen 
before. Their friendship had begun when Ana revealed 
herself in Science and Beth was the only one who had 
been able to understand her. Both of them quickly left 
their teachers behind in every subject. The quality of 
their work was seriously advanced on anything any other 
student was doing. 

It did not matter the subject, Beth and Ana, working 
together or individually, scored a constant stream of A  
and A   grades. It was clear that at graduation, Ana was 
more than likely to be valedictorian, with Beth a close 
second. No-one else was going to get anywhere near them, 
and the next closest to them was likely to be Aiden 
Fleming - a seriously nerdy kid, all arms and legs and a 
mouthful of metal.

Ana told Beth that she should team up with Aiden and 
work with him. Beth was not responsive, refusing to 
consider the idea. For the rest of the day and the next 
morning, Ana pummelled Beth with logic about why she 
should pair up with him. Beth broke down and finally 
told Ana that he was a boy and unreliable, immature, 
socially inept. 

"As opposed to us you mean?" Ana responded, making Beth 
laugh for the first time. Ana took a new track, and 
suggested that if she wanted to, she could train Peter 
to be more human. "Like a pet?" came the question, 
"Essentially, yeah," was the answer, laughingly. "You 
could also seduce him a little." 

Beth was shocked, and Ana told her that she had great 
tits, and if she was to occasionally just press herself 
onto him for a moment, he would melt into putty she 
could do anything with. Give him a hug for something 
really good, or at the end of the year Ana told her if 
you have been successful, give him a kiss, or 
accidentally brush her hand over his cock, "...he would 
be yours for life," Ana said.

Beth was genuinely disgusted now, telling Ana she was 
just not interested in boys. "Oh you will be, but right 
now they are not likeable. Look, just talk to him. I 
think he could be quite nice, and if we ever really got 
to know him we might have found him to be different than 
we thought." Eventually, Beth was worn down and on the 
Thursday, Ana and Beth were going to be talking with 
Aiden Fleming.

In the canteen, Aiden was going through the common anti-
nerd gauntlet of bullies and jocks when Ana spotted him. 
She quickly rose and went over to him, invited him to 
join Beth and her at their table. Aiden just about 
dropped his lunch tray with surprise and Ana had to 
guide him to where Beth was sitting. They talked the 
whole lunch break and in the end, Aiden agreed to take 
Beth as his lab partner. Ana said she would see that Ms 
Jefferson knew about this that afternoon and would 
support them.

At the end of Friday, Ana's last day at Eastern High, 
Ana made her way to Ms Jefferson's office and asked if 
she had a few minutes. Ana explained what she and Beth 
and Aiden were discussing and asked Ms Jefferson if she 
would talk to their teachers to make sure it happened. 
Loni agreed, only after Ana had explained her reasoning, 
and at the end, Loni stood, walked to Ana and held her 
hand out. 

"I am sorry to see you go, Ana, but best of luck for 
you." Ana took Loni's hand and held it, took a quick 
look around to see if anyone could see them. Seeing no-
one, Ana then pulled Loni close wrapping her arms around 
the older woman and hugged her, feeling their breasts 
squeezing together. Loni momentarily resisted, but Ana 
refused to let go, and pulling her head back slightly, 
said, "I will miss you too," and kissed Loni, on the 
lips.

Loni pulled away then and appeared quite flustered. 
"Ana-" Ana interrupted her and said, "Sorry, I don't 
know what made me do that, it was wrong." with a lot of 
contrition. Loni just melted then, and said, "Yes, it 
was, I am still a teacher." But Ana heard the older 
woman's emotional strain, "I - I- just-" Ana stopped. 

Loni looked at this young woman who had revealed that 
she was feeling something that perhaps she shouldn't and 
she was hooked. "I know, Ana, don't ever be embarrassed 
about your feelings. Just remember that," Loni said, 
"But you had better go." Ana nodded. Yes you gorgeous 
child, go before I lose it altogether and end up getting 
fired or worse, Loni thought, "And please, don't forget 
to call me." She smiled and Ana returned it and nodded 
as she left the office. Ana was over the moon, really. 

For just an instant, when she was kissing Loni, Loni 
responded to the kiss, and that instant told Ana she was 
well and truly hooked. Now all she had to do was chose 
if she wanted to reel her former counsellor in.

During the week, Katja had organized the move to Peter's 
house. Mia got a call about a time for an interview for 
a job and afterwards felt it was pretty successful. The 
next day, Mia was invited in to take part in a week long 
company and product training course. If she was 
successful there, then she would be offered a job in the 
company. 

Ana was thrilled and Katja was just so happy for Mia. 
"But Oma," Mia said, "I have to quit where I am, then I 
have to get through the training period before I get a 
job." "The company is shutting down, if they are polite 
they will let you go with a bonus, otherwise they will 
say 'Good luck'. And the HR company contacted you 
quickly after the interview, so I suggest they will take 
you - they can see also you talent. You can do anything 
you put your mind to, and now you have the chance, you 
will do well."

The weekend was a blur of activity. The move went off 
without any difficulty, there was no really heavy items 
to move. The Salvation Army was contacted to come and 
clean the apartment out of furniture and anything else 
it wanted from what was left behind. Amazingly, all they 
really took with them were some clothes, mementos, 
personal items, their new accommodation had everything, 
and of much better quality anyway. 

Even so, there was still a lot of cleaning to be done. 
Katja had arranged for the Salvation Army to come in on 
the Monday and Tuesday, while on Wednesday and Thursday, 
she and Ana would be cleaning the old apartment.

Katja and Ana were busy re-arranging their new rooms, 
exploring the house on Monday. They had made an 
appointment at Central High for Ana's enrolment. Katja 
thought a week off school was not going to cause too 
many problems so, when they visited the school, they set 
commencement day for the next Monday. It was pretty much 
the same as her old school in design, the colors were 
different and it was a lot cleaner. 

The science labs looked a lot more modern, and a range 
of other differences, but the students looked pretty 
much the same, if better dressed. Ana sensed the 
divisions in the student body were the same as Eastern, 
the jocks, the emos, the fashionistas, the cools, there 
were more nerds, even if fewer gangstas. Her classes 
were different though. All were AP, Biology, Chemistry, 
Calculus. 

European History, French were her first choices, some of 
which were not offered at Eastern, so there was going to 
be some catch up work to be done. Before he left, Peter 
indicated the library, with its rather expensive 
computer and internet connection were available for use. 
This would make it considerably easier for Ana to get 
through the work.  

Peter came home on Tuesday evening and was off early the 
next morning to a conference. That evening, everything 
was prepared for a dinner but Peter did not arrive until 
late that night - drunk. Katja poured him into bed and 
stayed with him for the night. His routines were quickly 
established and, by Friday, was planning his next trip 
for the following week. In that time, he made no 
insistence on Ana joining him in bed, understanding that 
Mia needed a position first. 

So far, Mia and Katja were keeping him well occupied at 
night and Ana was kept busy with other things and the 
catch up work already given her by the school. Friday 
afternoon, Mia was offered a job in the electronics 
division, but not in sales, in R&D. The starting salary 
was good and already their lives were improving 
dramatically.

On Friday evening, Peter arrived home and they shared a 
dinner. Each discussed what had been happening in their 
new roles, and Ana felt that hers was the most boring, 
but even Peter seemed to appreciate that the trivia of 
her life had a meaning, a purpose. Increasingly, Ana was 
becoming more nervous as her role in this little drama 
was about to be expanded. The last of the dinner dishes 
were cleared away and the discussion got a little more 
serious. 

Peter produced documentation that outlined a future 
scholarship fund, complete with instructions to his 
company lawyers. The initial donation made Ana's eyes 
widen. Further, the quarterly donations would result in 
a very generous scholarship, much more than Ana had 
thought necessary. Essentially, when she started Med 
school, there would be close to a half a million dollars 
in the scholarship fund. All that could be reasonably 
consumed by the fees charged, but at completion of her 
studies, with the ongoing there would still be well in 
excess of a quarter million dollars in the fund.

"Tomorrow night, we are going to have a private dinner 
party." Peter started.

"Oh!" Katja replied, "How many guests?"

"Two." And Ana knew.

"Yes, and it is about time." she said. "Mamma has a job, 
you, Oma, are running the house, and it is time for me 
to fulfill my part."

Inherent in this was that mamma and Oma would not be 
present at the dinner - or its aftermath. Ana was both 
relieved and scared by the prospect. Her deflowering was 
a planned event, not just happening, in a bed, not the 
back seat of some old car, with an experienced, man, not 
some zit-covered boy. She was not sure if she should be 
thrilled or appalled that so much trouble has gone to 
making this event. After having Peter cum over her, then 
having his cock in her mouth, it wasn't a complete 
unknown, but still it was scary.

"Dinner for two," Oma said, "The menu?"

"Simple and light, I think," said Peter, looking at Ana, 
who nodded.

"In the private dining room upstairs?" asked Oma.

"Yes, thank you Oma, it will be quiet and private 
there," Ana said still looking at Peter. "A good 
suggestion." Peter nodded.

"Very well," Katja said, with a slight quiver of 
resignation in her voice.

The get together broke up shortly after that. Ana wished 
everyone a good night and left. She was, for the first 
time in her memory, luxuriating in her own room. It 
wasn't a large room, but it was hers alone. She could do 
what she wanted here, even if she wasn't going to be 
spending a lot of time here. The walls were bare, for 
the moment, but soon there was going to be a poster or 
two on the wall, other pictures she would find would go 
up there as well. 

She slid into bed and heard a quiet knock on the door. 
"Come in," she said, thinking maybe Peter wasn't going 
to wait until tomorrow. It was Mia, which for some 
reason disappointed Ana a little, who came in and sat on 
the bed, a slightly worried look on her face.

"There is something we need discuss," she started.

"Yes, there is," replied Ana, "but can we leave it until 
tomorrow?"

"I want to get this out now, because I might not be able 
to tomorrow."

"Mamma, please, I think I know what you are going to 
say, and I have been thinking about it myself. Look, all 
I can say is let's see what comes, deal with it at the 
time. We cannot make any more plans, it must all evolve 
naturally now."

"Natural, that is what I what I am talking about. Is 
this 'natural'? I mean, he is older than me!"

"Doesn't matter one bit. Natural, mamma, for a normal 
teenager is a grope in a dark car, or a sleazy motel, a 
few grunts and groans with some boy as frightened as 
you, then often a worried wait until the next period 
starts. Who waits until getting married these days? 
Being cared for by people who love me, and sharing my 
sex with someone who is, according to Oma, a usually 
considerate lover, and I think underlying his publicly 
selfish exterior is a very kind person - this is a far 
more pleasant way to become sexually active. Peter is 
not that old."

"Well, he is only three years older than me."

"Yes, but you are mamma, and mothers are supposed to be 
old and wise. I compare you to most of the other mothers 
I have seen at the schools I have been to and you are so 
young and beautiful, while they are old and worn out. 
You have always been smart and wise, they are usually 
shrill and it is little wonder their children are not 
that smart. Peter though, I know he is old, but he is 
young too, and he has a kind of wisdom, and is handsome, 
for an older guy. Are you having doubts now?"

"Doubts? I think I will always have doubts about if this 
is right or not."

"Of course it is not right. How can you doubt that? But 
it is necessary, for us."

"Not that necessary. You don't have to go through with 
this."

"I am going to, for lots of reasons mamma. But now 
knowing what I know about everything, how can I not? All 
I ask from you and Oma is your love, all you have to 
give me."

"You will always have that, Ana."

"And when or if it comes time, will you and I have sex 
too?"

"I-I don't know. If he asks..."

"He will, and that is why I told him that anyone else 
who might join us in bed has the right to say no! I have 
not considered much past having sex with Peter yet," a 
little white lie, Ana thought, "That is a little scary. 
Let's get past that first, then we see what's what. You 
know I have seen you and Oma, and I was really turned on 
by it, so I might like to try it myself - but when I 
want to. Let me get used to sex with a man first."

"That was Oma's concern, we have been talking," no 
doubt, thought Ana, "and we felt it would be better for 
you to concentrate on him first."

The hugged and Ana drew Mia to her and kissed her, a 
clumsy kiss, but a kiss full of meaning and Ana gently 
squeezed Mia’s breast. Mia pulled back and said, "I 
thought we agreed not to do this just yet, if ever?"

"Yes, but I wanted to kiss you to let you know I loved 
you. Is that OK? Besides, you have felt my breasts and I 
yours, remember, and I actually do love the feel of your 
breasts in my hand. Even through your clothes, it is 
nice." Ana leaned back, gently pulling Mia with her. 
Kissing her again, Ana then said, "Mamma, if I am going 
to make love with a woman, I think it should be you 
first."

Mia responded by kissing Ana, gently at first, but then 
with some passion as she felt her daughter's breasts 
under hers. "Oh... yes. I think you might be right. But 
for now, we can wait. I will see you in the morning. 
Peter gave me some money so we can do a little shopping 
for something really nice for you. We can take the 
subway into the city, do a little real shopping."

"Ok mamma," Ana let her go and watched mamma leave her 
room.

Ana had never been into the city before, not even just 
to look. The names of the stores were world renown, 
almost as famous as the streets where they are located. 
The attention given them in some of the stores was 
overwhelming, just stepping through the doors was an 
adventure. Dressed in Mia's clothes, and some make up, 
Ana easily passed for being much older than she was and 
they turned more than one head as they passed men of 
almost any age. They found a formal dress for Ana that 
was a scandalous price after trying on a lot of them. It 
was black with a silver brocade bodice that highlighted 
Ana's narrow waist and full breast line. 

Ana and Mia hunted for the right kind of negligee and 
finally found one they both liked. It was sheer, lacy 
and really sexy. The salesgirl raised an eyebrow, but 
wrapped it up for them. After leaving the store, Mia 
said, "When we get home, you are going to have to model 
them for me." Ana smiled and nodded. They had enough 
money left over to look for some really sexy underwear 
that really did take Ana out of the cheap range of bra. 

The woman that was fitting Ana gasped when Ana shrugged 
off her old bra and gushed at how beautiful Ana looked 
with a new, seriously sexy bra. Ana was sure the woman 
was not gay, but would have gladly played with her 
breasts if Ana had invited her to.

They stopped for coffee, a real latté for Ana at a 
small, intimate coffee shop. Ana probed Mia about what 
it was like, the first time. Mia responded with a 
simple, "It is different for every woman, but if it is 
romantic and he is a good man, it can be a wonderful 
experience." "And what about you? What was it like the 
first time?" "My family watched me carefully to make 
sure I was still a virgin on my wedding night, and I am 
not sure that your father had all that much experience. 
He said he did but he was..." She stopped. "At first he 
was really nice, but later.."

Ana held Mia's hand and said, "No more, please, I should 
never have asked, mamma, sorry."

"You will have a very experienced and gentle lover, he 
will do what he can to please you, but it will hurt. 
When you have done it a few times, then you will allow 
yourself to enjoy it. Peter will be kind and will help 
you be a good lover, but remember, there are things you 
may not like doing that he will love. Just realize that 
it is as much for his pleasure as it is yours. This is 
one thing you must learn as you go, there are lots of 
manuals and lessons out there, but in the end, the 
theory does not really prepare you for the reality."

"Well, I have been using the Internet in the home 
library now, looking up information but what is there is 
either porn or clinical. None of it actually talks about 
what it feels like."

"I am not sure there is a language we can use to 
describe it, darling."

"Maybe not. Even Shakespeare would be unable to describe 
it adequately I think. What seems to be missing is the 
emotional context. How does it feel?"

"I can't describe it in that context. At the time, I was 
really in love with Marko, I did not see what was 
lurking within."

"No, but being so far removed, I can, well I think I 
can, see something that you might not have."

"Oh?"

"Well, neither you or Oma have mentioned it, anyway. You 
might have recognized it, but never said so. I don't 
know, but how do you think you and Oma were able to get 
away with doing a mother-daughter act? I really had 
thought you were mother and daughter, until you told me 
different. I never questioned it."

"Ahhh. We never meant to mislead you, and when you 
started calling Oma, Oma, I did too-"

"It's OK mamma, it is clear now, but everyone around me 
thought the same. You look similar. The same hair, the 
same colored eyes. There are differences to see you are 
not twins, but I think if I saw any old pictures of Oma, 
I would be looking at you. I think that is why Marko 
acted as he did. He married his mother, and when he got 
the chance, he took her as he did you."

"Is it that obvious? Yes, we discussed it, but Oma 
didn't want to accept it. But, in retrospect, it is 
obvious, well to me at least."

"So Marko was sexually interested in his mother long 
before he met you. Well that explains something about me 
then."

"Oh? What would that be?"

"I am, I think, more concerned about having a lesbian 
relationship than I am that it is to be you who will be 
the first woman I will have sex with." Mia's eyes 
widened. "You said something like that last night too." 
Ana nodded, "And I meant it." Mia was thoughtful and 
they finished their coffee.

On returning home, Ana rushed into her room and 
stripped, putting on the negligee they had purchased 
that afternoon. She called Mia to come and see. 
"Beautiful, and so so sexy" was Mia's first appreciative 
comment. The filmy garment highlighted her curves 
perfectly but, to Mia's horror, it also showed a hairily 
over-abundant pubis. "We are going to have to do 
something about that," she said. "What?" asked Ana. 
"Your pubic hair, I hadn't realized that there would be 
so much of it. But then, we have never discussed it 
before."

Ana was not understanding what mamma was getting at, she 
had a strong growth before her periods had started and 
thought it normal. The she remembered, both Katja and 
Mia had small bushes. "Peter, I think, would prefer not 
to see so much hair. You better trim it before tonight, 
perhaps." "If you think so mamma, but I have never done 
it before. Could you do it?" Mia was surprised, 
pleasantly so by the look on her face. "Ok, but take 
that off, put on your new gown and come in the 
bathroom."

Ana did as she was told and Mia had put some warm water 
into the hand basin and held a pair of scissors. "Take 
off your robe." Ana dropped it, standing naked before 
her mother. Mia knelt before her daughter and quickly, 
using the scissors trimmed the excess hair back. "Can 
you lather yourself around your inner thighs and your 
bush, please." Ana did so and saw that Mia had taken out 
a woman's razor. Ana's heart rate increased and she felt 
her body thrilling at the older woman's touch. "Stand 
still now, I don't want to cut you." 

Ana felt the blade wiping over and around her pubis, 
then Mia said, "Sit on the edge of the toilet, lean back 
so your thighs are forward, then I can shave a bit 
lower." Ana moved into position, "A bit more forward, 
please." Ana adjusted herself as Mia knelt between her 
legs. "Good. Only be a few moments."

Ana relaxed as mamma finished with the razor, "Stay 
there," she said and Ana saw Mia pick up a face washer, 
to wipe the soap lather from Ana's body. Ana could not 
remember the last time Mia had washed her, and her 
memory was very good. There was something different 
though, Mia was being more sensual than workmanlike. Ana 
did not move when it was obvious that Mia had finished 
wiping her down. She saw Mia looking at her, and Ana 
softly said, "Can you kiss me, please mamma." 

Mia moved to stand up, "No, from where you are." She 
looked at Mia and saw understanding in mamma's eyes. Mia 
leaned forward and placed her mouth onto Ana's pubis. 
Ana felt her mother's tongue wiping over her vagina, her 
clitoris, feeling its way between Ana's labia lips. 
Ana's heightened senses were driven to full arousal 
almost instantly. She could feel her vagina swelling in 
response to Mia's tonguing. Such a glorious feeling 
swept up her body, different to what it was when she was 
masturbating. Her moan escaped before she could cut it 
off, and Ana hoped that Oma was not close enough to hear 
her. "Ooohh mamma," she said, "I never knew..."

Mia stood up and without wiping her mouth, kissed Ana on 
her mouth, plunging her tongue inside her lips, feeling 
for Ana's tongue. "See what you have to look forward 
too, my darling?" Ana nodded and Mia went on, "Come, 
back to my room, I have something else for you." Ana put 
her robe back on and followed Mia to the room opposite 
her own. Mia opened a drawer in the bedside cabinet and 
took out a large black velvet bag. Opening the bag and 
reaching in, Mia pulled out a plastic dick. Ana was 
surprised her mother would have one in her bedroom.

"You only have a two hours, before dinner, hold this," 
she said handing Ana the dildo. "It is a little thicker 
than Peter's cock, but is about the same length, just 
hold it for the moment." Mia reached over to the 
dressing table and picked up a tiny bottle of perfume, 
"Here, try this," she said opening the bottle and using 
the attached atomizer, put a tiny spray onto Ana's held 
out wrist. Ana lifted it to her nose, "Oh mamma, that's 
beautiful, what is it?"

"Givenchy. Very expensive so use it sparingly, I bought 
it for you and tonight would seem a good night to wear 
it." Mia replaced the cap and put it into a pocket of 
Ana's robe. "Now for the plastic fantastic. It's a toy 
you can practice on."

"But I want to keep my hymen intact, mamma."

"Your sucking, darling. You can master the basic 
technique in a few minutes, but it can take years to get 
really good at it. You showed us you had some idea, but 
your technique was guaranteed to make you gag. Imagine 
what would happen if you got too enthusiastic and ended 
up gagging. You don't want that." 

Ana shook her head, not really believing that she was 
having this conversation with her mother. For the next 
half-hour, Mia coached Ana in the basic techniques of 
sucking cock. She took Ana past the point of gagging and 
told her how to time her breathing with her sucking. 
Sucking a plastic tool was not Ana's ideal, she 
appreciated it was a good way to learn, though.

Ana and Mia sat and talked for a while as Ana's nerves 
seemed to grow. She remembered how her vagina felt when 
Mia mouthed and tongued and kissed her but the thought 
of having a cock inside her was still frightening. While 
she tried to dismiss it as being silly, a fear of the 
unknown, it was a fear none-the-less.

"Oooh look at the time, you better shower and get 
dressed. When you are ready, I will accompany you to the 
upstairs dining room."

"Where will you be?"

"With Oma, in the kitchen, using the dumb waiter!" Mia 
smiled, "Never used it before. Oma said that there is a 
little bell that signals for the next dish to be sent 
up."

"What is for dinner then?"

"A light broth with croûtons first, then a mixed seafood 
salad, with no dessert. That is what he wanted. Did he 
ask you?"

"No, this is for him. I just supposed I am the dessert," 
Ana smiled as she was leaving. "No darling, you are 
certainly not 'just' anything, and never forget that." 
Ana tuned and hugged her mother, "I love you very much 
mamma, and no matter how this turns out, I love that you 
are allowing me to make a contribution." Ana saw the 
tears welling in her mother's eyes and got out before 
she started crying as well.

Getting her inner turmoil under control, Ana went to the 
bathroom, used the toilet, then showered and washed 
herself. In her room she dressed in her new and very 
sexy underwear, new pantyhose and then her dress. She 
pulled her new high-heeled shoes out and slipped them 
on. She had walked in them earlier, somewhat unsteadily 
at first, but learned to keep her balance quickly. She 
looked in the dresser mirror, and was stunned at the 
result. Her long straight hair hung down, framing her 
face and covered her breasts, but still, somehow, 
allowed the swell of the bodice to be revealed. 

Ana had always thought of herself as being attractive, 
but she now saw that she was, in this image, beautiful. 
She shrugged and one side of her hair was flicked back 
over her bare shoulder, exposing the upper bodice, 
revealing the size of her breast. Ana ran her hand over 
it and tried to feel for the nipple she knew was 
hardening. If she kept this up her new knickers would be 
soaked before she sat down for dinner. 

A gentle tap came at her door and Ana called "Yes, come 
in." Mia came in, followed by Katja. They both stared at 
her, and she could see the amazed look on their faces. 
"Look," said Katja, "Our little girl is a beautiful 
almost to be woman now. Yes, even more beautiful than I 
ever was."

The older women quickly applied some makeup to Ana's 
face and gloss to her lips. Ana was not happy at the 
fuss being made, but accepted it, after all, it was the 
biggest night of her life so far. Ana reached into the 
discarded robe on her bed and pulled out the perfume. 
Mia dabbed a little on Ana's neck and then took the 
short jacket that accompanied the dress holding it for 
Ana to step into. Now dressed and readied, Katja hugged 
Ana and kissed her lightly, not wishing to disturb the 
freshly applied makeup. 

"I love you so much Ana. I really hope it goes well for 
you now." Ana responded to the hug and nodded. Mia took 
her hand and gently pulled her toward the door. "Five 
minutes late is fashionable, but ten is just rude," she 
quipped, "Come Ana, it's time." Ana nodded and said, 
"This is not an execution, ladies. I am just filled with 
your love so be happy for me, and be glad for the best 
possible introduction to an adult life we could ever 
hope for."

Katja nodded and left, making her way around to the 
kitchen. Mia and Ana walked, carefully, to the stairs 
and then Ana had to concentrate on walking up stairs in 
high-heels. She certainly did not want a broken ankle 
now. Making it to the head of the stairs without major 
incident, they continued their slow march to the dining 
room where they stopped in front of the door. Ana asked 
what they will be doing tonight and Mia replied they 
would be crying in each other's arms. 

"Tears of joy mamma, please, be happy for me." 

"You are so beautiful you know. I think I am more than a 
little jealous right now, and envious." 

They hugged and Mia said, "He will be waiting for you, 
enjoy yourself - enjoy him." Mia let her daughter go and 
headed back to the stairwell. Ana took a deep breath and 
steeled her nerve. She placed her hand on the door 
handle and turned it, the door opened and she went in.

As she entered, Peter turned and looked at her, agape, 
he drew a sharp breath. "Wow!, You are stunning in that 
dress!" he stammered out. He had stopped everything, 
just to look at her.

"Thank you, sir, for your kind words to this poor little 
girl."

"Little girl? I do not believe that is an expression 
that could ever be applied to you again! Please, come 
in, sit down. Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Oh no, thank you Peter, I think I will need to be a 
little older before I take a glass of anything. An 
acquired taste apparently."

"Plenty of water on the table." He gestured and there 
was, the center leaf of this expanding table had been 
removed and it was now small and well appointed. Gentle 
music played low in the background and the lighting had 
been turned down to make it more intimate. Yes, Ana 
thought, this is now romantic. The center of the table 
held a candelabra and Peter lit all three candles, then 
turned the overhead lights to their lowest setting.

He beckoned her to the table again and held her chair as 
she sat. "Mmmm that is a lovely perfume," he said. She 
smiled and thought, now he is trying too hard to get me 
to relax. "Thank you, again," she said and with a smile 
she continued, "But please, I am nervous enough as it 
is, if you are relaxed than I will be too."

Peter picked up his glass and quaffed it, then put it 
down. "Believe it or not, I am actually nervous too, 
now." he smiled shyly. "I was certainly not prepared for 
this, you have simply knocked me over and I am not sure 
what to do next. I must admit, this is not a feeling I 
have had for many years, and really do not wish to 
experience it. What do we talk about?"

"Well, perhaps you can tell me a little about the 
house?" she asked.

"Um, Ok." Peter started, "The original house was built 
by my great-grandfather in the 1880's, and it was a lot 
smaller than this place. Basically, where the north wing 
is, that is the site of the original house. My 
grandfather added the western range and the south wing, 
and my father added the second story when he demolished 
the old house and replaced it with the north wing. We 
didn't need the ballroom in the south wing anymore so 
Lauren-" he stopped, "Lauren converted it to a gym and 
had a lap pool put in."

"Lauren, your late wife?"

"Yes, but please, I do not want to be talking about 
her." He said curtly.

"I am sorry, but please, go on. A ballroom?"

"Yes, my great-grandfather wanted a ballroom, and 
infected my grandfather with the idea. When grandfather 
built the south wing he made it into a ballroom. My 
father told me that it was used as a ballroom five 
times, when it was first built, about 1905, in 1917 to 
farewell the men who volunteered for the first war, then 
for those who few made it home. After that it was 
quarantined off and used as an infirmary for the Spanish 
'flu in 1919-1920 when the local hospital was over-run. 

Then as a ballroom in 1942, again to farewell men who 
were leaving to go to Europe and the Pacific wars. A war 
bond ball was held here in 1944 and that was the last 
time it was used as such. My brother and I used to play 
there when we were children but it was deteriorating 
even then. It was refurbished about fifteen years ago 
but has not been used in the last decade or so. I just 
do not have time."

"This is a big house, it must have any number of 
interesting stories about it?"

"It does, but right now, the lechery and immorality of 
past ages seems a little out of place here tonight," 
Peter smiled.

"Oh, I don't know. Are you keeping up a family tradition 
then?" Ana laughed.

"Oh yes, for sure." He laughed, "Great-great-grandfather 
was devastated when they took his slave girls away, but 
apparently he quickly replaced them with female 
servants. Great-grandfather had more female servants 
than his father. Apparently he sent any illegitimate 
children out into the world with an education and a 
generous cash gift. There used to be a schoolhouse on 
the grounds, and the teacher was always, young and 
pretty apparently. 

Few lasted more than a year or two. Father told me that 
many of the men who went off to the first war were his 
father's half brothers, and more than one engagement was 
called off because the couple were too closely related. 
But he was such a liar, I could never believe half of 
what he told me."

"From what I understand, it was not that different in 
other parts of the world."

"No, probably not. I have always been irrationally 
terrified of the possibility of some stranger knocking 
on the door and introducing himself as my brother 
though. Grandfather and father did not particularly hold 
with anything that resembled abstention. They both 
chased anything that was breathing, but they were a lot 
smarter. They personally employed a doctor specifically 
for abortions at the local hospital. The local law 
looked the other way, and then, Roe v Wade took any risk 
out of it. Along with better contraception and the Pill, 
it changed but by then, father was well into his 
fifties. That he died saved us a lot of embarrassment 
now, I suspect. Sexual harassment charges are all the 
rage right now."

"And your sins, what are they?"

"All of the flesh actually, and only when I met Mia, 
then Katja, and now you, that I have taken on the flaws 
of my ancestors. But that is enough. Food time," he said 
as the light soups appeared in the dumb waiter.

The conversation turned light then, "Oh, I asked John to 
make sure the pool and gym are usable, but I am assuming 
you know how to swim." Ana nodded, "Good, then you can 
use the pool. Perhaps Katja and Mia would make use of 
the pool as well?" Again, Ana nodded. "The equipment in 
the gym is probably no good, but if you talk to John he 
will get in some more." Ana nodded again. "And John has 
already begun restoring the sauna, I understand. When 
that is done, then you can use that as well."

"That is very generous, but why are you doing all this?"

"The three of you have brought more life into this place 
in less than a week than it has had in the last decade. 
Katja has let in the light, banishing the shadows I had 
allowed to accumulate. I have heard you and Mia running 
around the house, and the grounds, making more noise 
than essential, but less than necessary to bring the 
house alive again. I am assuming you will have friends 
over for study, an occasional sleep over perhaps, the 
rowdy guest or two sometimes. In the last three days, 
you have wrecked my carefully ordered and incredibly 
singular life, just by being here. I don't think I want 
it back again now I lost it."

"You should be grumpy and unhappy that we have disrupted 
your life!"

"Yes, I should, but do you know how much I hated that 
life? How relieved I am that it has finally been made 
obvious to me that I hated it? I was incredibly unhappy 
and I put it down to grieving, and for a while that was 
true, but it had long since turned into self pity. Then 
the weekend before last, I learned what I was really 
missing. That is why I did not see you before leaving on 
my last trip and I was dead drunk the night I got home. 

Waking up with Katja the next morning made me see it all 
over again, and then Mia the next morning. I think in 
their own way they actually like me, which is why we are 
still getting along, still together, why our 
relationships have become this. God knows, I cert-" He 
stopped. "Then there is you."

"Yes me." Ana said. "Please do not think that our having 
sex is going to affect your relations with Oma and mamma 
- I sorted that first. You can still have them any time 
you want, singularly or together. In time, I might join 
you as well, we shall see on that one, but I am 
considering it."

"Are you really?" he asked, "In your own time then?" Ana 
nodded. "I wasn't even going to ask until you had 
mentioned it. I had fantasized about it, particularly 
after the evening of the signing of our agreement. You 
know how sexy that was?"

"Yes, I had a glimpse of it after you left. I was 
watching mamma and Oma, that was incredibly sensual, and 
so sexy. If you had still been there, I might have had 
my knickers down and let you have me then and there." 
They smiled and Ana could feel the tension mounting 
inside her. She knew what the outcome was going to be, 
but foreknowledge did not make the evening any more 
relaxing.

Through the salad, Peter talked about the house, 
relating scandalous stories of his forebears, of his and 
David's, his older brother, adventures around the 
grounds. The land around the house is a lot smaller than 
it used to be. Their father had parcelled sections up, 
subdivided them and sold them off for housing. He also 
remembered the extending of the hedge. Originally, he 
said, the hedge was a windbreak, but then it became a 
privacy screen. The food eventually ran out and talk 
became more intimate.

"When you met Katja, you said you changed. Why? How?"

"My life has always been dull. I know I got to travel, 
but there has never been anything adventurous about it. 
I was not allowed to have a gap year, it was right in to 
college and then to work. Father had no idea what 
recreation is, and neither do I really. For him, it was 
sex, for me it was getting away from him, which is why I 
travelled a lot. I always visited factories, met with 
people, I am good at it, and made sure that Father knew 
that as soon as I found out he disliked travelling. We 
did a deal and that saved my sanity, I think. 

"When I was home he would drive me crazy. Cost me a few 
early girlfriends, but then I met Lauren, we married, 
had a baby boy and life was good - as long as I kept 
travelling. I don't think Lauren minded me being away, 
she didn't have to make herself available to me and it 
didn't matter. Then I went to Florence and took Lauren 
and Jon with me."

"Where you met Mia."

"Yes, I saw her in the street near the hotel and was 
taken by her beauty. Then I saw her again, the next day 
in a coffee shop and we left at the same time, by 
circumstance. I left just before her and then I caught 
her reflection in a store window, going in the same 
direction as me. I let her get ahead then she turned 
down the dead end alley next to the hotel and there was 
only two doors she could have used. She turned into the 
employees entrance of the hotel. 

"I didn't think much of it, but a few minutes later, she 
is knocking on our door to clean the room. When I opened 
the door I was hit with this incredible wave of desire I 
had never felt before. By the end of the day, I knew her 
name, and everything I could find out about her. The 
next morning, I spoke to her in the coffee shop and that 
night, well, it was the greatest night of my life to 
that point. When she introduced me to Katja, I was hit 
doubly hard."

"Yes, together they could have that power."

"I found something out about myself there, and obviously 
Mia and Katja were a part of it. I really missed them 
when we left Florence, and after coming home, I knew I 
was confined by my life and was really unhappy. I did 
try other women, but they weren't Mia or Katja. Father 
saw it, for the first time he smiled at me I think. I 
knew he thought my life was flawed, not as much as 
David's, but when he found out about the women, I think 
he was happy with me, for the first time."

"David?"

"He lives in San Francisco with his boyfriend. David was 
really the chosen one, but Father disowned him when he 
found out David was gay and never spoke to him again. 
Kicked him out of the house, the company, treated him 
like he was dead and I was his second-rate replacement. 
When Father died there was nothing in the will for 
David, it was all mine. At the funeral, David came in 
and the then head of company security told him that his 
presence was not expected and that Father's expressed 
orders were that David was not to attend.

"When I found out David was there, I brought him inside 
the chapel and was told that it was not Father's wishes 
for David to attend. I simply said that funerals were 
for the living, the dead don't care and if any employee 
tried to prevent David from entering, they would be 
looking for new jobs later that day. None of the other 
members of the family, few by then, were of the same 
mind as Father, in fact they rather enjoyed the idea 
that he was having his nose tweaked in public - even if 
he was dead."

"Not a nice scene for a funeral."

"No, but that was Father all over, he was not a nice 
person."

"I'm glad you're not like him."

"Aren't I? I try not to be but sometimes..."

"Well, that is a conversation for another day, perhaps. 
Right now, I think I want to move on." Ana said, taking 
the lead.

Peter smiled and said, "Yes, please, let's." He stood 
and took Ana by the hand, urging her to her feet. He 
took her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him 
back, as best she could and she felt his hands start to 
roam over her body. He gently squeezed her ass and then 
slowly slid his hand to her breast. When they broke he 
said, "Come with me."

They went out the private dining room and Peter led her 
to the master bedroom. Ana had never been in it before 
and wasn't sure what to expect. Entering the chamber, 
Ana saw a huge bed inside a huge room. Off to one side 
was an open corridor where she could see hanging 
clothes. She had never seen a walk-in robe before and 
behind that there was yet another room.

"That is the dressing room, and behind that is a full 
bathroom. You can see my clothes on one side and there 
is something for you on the other." He continued to draw 
her towards the large bed. Stopping again, he kissed her 
and again ran his hands over her body. Ana heard the 
door behind her close and his fingers found the clasp at 
the top of her dress. Undoing it, he felt for the zip 
and slowly slid it down. She could feel her heart 
pumping faster and her breathing getting more rapid. 

She felt her dress sliding off her, as Peter moved 
slightly away from her, which gave her the opportunity 
to push his jacket of his shoulders. She had never 
undressed anyone else before and found herself wondering 
what she should do next. Buttons on shirts seemed a good 
idea, so she undid a single button then pushed her hand 
inside the shirt to feel the smooth skin of his chest.

In the meantime, Peter had been running his hands over 
her back and slowly centered onto her bra clasp. He was 
actually quite adept at undoing it and she felt the band 
loosen as it fell apart. He pulled the shoulder straps 
off and allowed the bra to fall off her. Ana reached 
down and fumbled with the belt of his trousers, not 
quite getting the belt out of the buckle so she ran her 
hand down over the fly to feel his stiffening cock under 
the material of his clothes. Peter drew her over to the 
bed, a huge bed, king sized and laid her down on the 
covers.

Continuing to kiss her Peter rolled Ana onto her back 
and kissed her neck then down to her exposed breasts. 
Ana was sensitive to the light touches he was making on 
her chest and over her breasts. She could feel his 
fingers sliding softly over her skin, making her feel 
far more sensuous than she had ever felt before. Peter 
touched the line of her ribs running his hand down to 
her hip. She thought he might take her knickers off but 
he ran his hand straight over the top of the band and 
continued touching her down the thigh. 

He had nearly made it to her knee when he could go no 
further so his fingers trailed back up the front of the 
thigh, then over the top of her mons and down the front 
of her other leg. When he reached the limit of his arm, 
he slid his fingers to the inside of her thigh and so 
gently ran his fingers up to the top of her leg. She 
could feel herself getting more aroused as his fingers 
came ever closer to her covered vagina. When he got 
there, Peter did not stop as she expected him to.

She gasped as his fingers crossed over her knickers 
enclosed vagina but did not stop. Again he trailed his 
fingers down the inside of her thigh and as his hand 
moved down, so did his head. He kissed her ribs, under 
the breasts, and down, towards her navel. Stopping 
there, he lapped it softly, poking his tongue into the 
opening and then rimming the edge, to poke his tongue 
into her navel again. 

His fingers trailed down even further, then he gently 
pushed he knee to a side and ran his fingers down the 
back of her calf muscle. His mouth moved closer and 
closer to her lace covered mons, and his fingers 
reversed themselves, making their way back up again, 
until they reached the back of the knee. Ana felt a 
thrill shoot through her leg and into her vagina making 
her gasp again.

Slowly, Peter touched her inner thigh, his soft touch 
sliding upwards again. He repositioned himself between 
her legs, his face below her crotch, giving him a good 
view of her. He then placed his hand over her clothed 
vagina where he started to massage it. The heel of his 
hand pushed the lacy material of her knickers into the 
now aroused lips of her labia. Ana felt an equal 
pressure on her clitoris as she pushed her hips upward 
slightly to take advantage of his masturbating her. 

His lips moved over the soft inner thighs of her legs as 
he continued to massage her vagina. Her body began to 
respond more urgently, her breathing increasingly ragged 
when he replaced his hand with his mouth. Ana just about 
jumped out of her skin as he did this, feeling the 
hardened ridges of his teeth wiping down over her clit 
and then his mouth drawing her now soaked knickers into 
it.

Ana felt his fingers under the band of her knickers and 
they slid down as he pulled them off her. She lifted her 
legs to make it easier for them to come off and as she 
felt them disappear, she dropped her legs spreading them 
as much as she dared to give him complete access to her 
now fully exposed body. 

Peter immediately began to mouth her labia, and pushed 
his tongue into her. He reached up with his hand to 
fondle a breast, its nipple now a hardened nubbin under 
his fingers. Her moans and groans of pure pleasure 
seemed to spark Peter's efforts as he mouthed and 
tongued her vagina. Ana began to pump herself into his 
mouth feeling the same sensations as she did when she 
was masturbating and about to cum. Only this was 
considerably more intense.

The empty feeling in the base of her stomach rapidly 
spread as a tightening of the muscles in the lower part 
of her body. The sensational tingling that began in her 
vagina spread and met this emptiness, just sweeping it 
away, forcing every muscle in her stomach and thighs to 
quiver, to snap them in one massive convulsion, spasm as 
he tongued her clit. Pushing herself into his mouth she 
orgasmed harder than she had ever done before. Wave 
after wave of pleasure seeped through her and out her 
mouth, lifting her shoulders off the bed. Ana fell back 
and her muscles felt like a jelly in the aftermath of 
that explosion of effort. She registered, rather than 
felt, Peter's tongue still lapping at her clit as she 
caught her breath again.

"Oh," she said, "That was wonderful, Peter, you can do 
that to me anytime."

Peter lifted his head and replied, "You taste very nice, 
very nice indeed." And returned to what he was doing.

"Oh boy, you better stop. I want the rest of it now. I 
think I really want you inside me, come and take my 
virginity properly. I probably won't have the energy to 
do it if you make me cum again."

Peter got to his knees, between her legs, and finished 
undoing the buttons of his shirt. He took it off and Ana 
marveled at the smooth skin of his chest. He did not 
exercise all that much, from what she saw of his daily 
routine, he was not fat, not well muscled but showed no 
sign of over-indulgence. He undid the belt of his 
trousers and then the zip, pulling them down Ana noted 
the size of the real tent now pushing to one side of his 
boxers. He slid off the bed and stood alongside it to 
drop his pants and then the boxers disappeared. 

For the first time, Ana looked at the size of his 
rampant cock. It seemed a lot bigger this time than it 
had the night he had masturbated over her. Her fear then 
hit her. She knew, intellectually, it was ill-founded, 
but for the first time ever, or as long as Ana could 
remember, she was being ruled by her emotions, her 
sexuality. He, Peter, was going to stick that prong into 
her. She knew with a certainty she was not going to stop 
it, she did not want to, but she feared it.

Peter reached over to the night stand and spread a thick 
bath sheet out, and folded it double. He indicated Ana 
should lie on the towel and he positioned her so that 
her ass was well and truly on the towel. Beginning with 
her feet, Peter kissed the instep, the then ankle, then 
up the leg, over the shin to the knee, up the thigh, 
again stopping at her virginal slit to make sure she was 
good and wet, ready to receive his cock. When he was 
happy, he then moved further up, over her stomach, to 
her breasts and finally, kissing her on the mouth.

Ana felt his body covering her, his skin gliding over 
hers, his stomach sliding over her pubic hair. Then she 
felt his lips on hers and she eagerly returned his kiss. 
Then she felt is cock probing its way into folds of the 
aroused tissue of her labia. Then it caught and she felt 
the knob of his prong entering her, slowly, almost 
gingerly. "Oooh yes, I can feel it, in me!" she moaned.

"Only a little way," Peter said, "Yes, in and stopped." 
Ana felt it come up against the hymen and not move any 
further. What was in her was really nice, but Peter was 
not moving to drive it deeper. Ana tried to push her 
hips upward, to force him into her, "No, relax for a 
moment," he said, "Get ready, I am going to push right 
in when you are relaxed." Ana tried to lay back and with 
just with the knob inside her, she was feeling so 
aroused that her fears and nervousness evaporated in the 
face of the inevitability of what was happening. 

There was something reassuring, or natural, having him 
lying on her, his cock parting her labia lips, his 
kissing her- then he pushed. She felt the insistence of 
that rod, demanding it be allowed entrance deeper into 
her. The refusal of the hymen to allow entrance did not 
last long as he pulled back then much more firmly, he 
pushed in again. This time she felt something give, it 
tore open, parting before the strength of his thrust. 
Then she was hit by a short, sharp pain which made her 
cry out with its unexpectedness. 

The pain passed and she felt Peter's cock sliding inside 
going into her, then pulling out a bit, then pushing in 
deeper again. Each time he pushed, is seemed to be 
opening her further and further.

"Tight, so tight," he said. Within a short space of 
time, his breathing became ragged and his thrusts more 
demanding his moans more urgent and he cried, "Ohhh, I 
am cumming, cumming! NOW!" 

Ana felt a throb inside her, and as Peter moved within 
her, it seemed all of a sudden that it was far more 
slippery than it had been, coinciding with his moans. 
His weight collapsed onto her, but she was not really 
made uncomfortable by it. Obviously, to her, he had cum 
and was now gasping with the expenditure of effort. She 
always felt it when she came so why wouldn't a guy? Even 
more so if he was doing an awful lot of work, she 
reasoned. 

She held him as she felt the swelling of his dick 
decline. It wasn't long before he fell out of her. Was 
that it? She thought. God, she better not say anything 
like that, she continued thinking. Well, that was nice, 
a little anyway. She didn't like the pain of her hymen 
being broken, but once she got past that it did not seem 
to be seriously uncomfortable, at least, to the point 
where she couldn't continue. She was still feeling a 
little tender there, but not seriously so.

Peter was saying something but he seemed to be a long 
way off. "Mmmm?" she mumbled, "Sorry, I was drifting off 
there," returning her attention to Peter.

"I was saying I gotta move, but you relax and I'll take 
care of everything."

"OK," Ana replied, but she was not really paying 
attention. She seemed to be in a state of somnambulance, 
somewhere between a daydream and sleeping. She felt 
Peter moving and his weight lifted off her as he rolled 
onto his side. He still had one of her legs trapped 
under him, but she wasn't distracted by it. He wriggled 
off the bed and she felt rather than heard him leaving 
the room. Somehow, the thought of being left alone right 
now disturbed her, but was not distressing, she really 
felt like she could use a warm body alongside her right 
now. 

In what seemed an indeterminate passage of time, she 
felt, rather than saw, Peter returning with something in 
his hands. He put it on the night stand next to the bed 
and Ana heard the soft splashing of water and Peter said 
something that did not quite register on her 
consciousness. But she replied, "OK" anyway and then 
felt the soft ministrations of a warm, wet, face washer 
wiping over her vagina and inner thighs. 

Still this made little impression on her, the blurry 
image of Peter rinsing the face washer then wiping 
himself as well dimly registered as something that was 
not threatening. Ana was not really noticing much at 
this point, she was absorbed in what had happened from 
the dinner table to the moment that she was pierced then 
Peter's collapse on top of her.

Going over everything, the sensations, the movements, 
the feeling of the sheets under her, the rough towelling 
under her ass, the silky smoothness of Peter's skin, the 
hard facial musculature of his lips. For some reason, 
Ana was drawn to comparing Peter's hard mouth with 
small, missed shaven stubble to Mia's soft mouth and 
lips touching her vagina. The thrills were very 
different, each exciting in their own way but very 
different experiences. Deep inside her, she knew she 
wanted more, but right now, she was being swamped with 
so many emotions and physical feelings that she felt 
like she wanted to switch off for an hour or two. She 
felt Peter drying her vagina and inner thighs then 
tugging at the towel under her. She lifted her hips 
slightly into the air and felt the towel being dragged 
from under her. "Mmmm." she mumbled, "Thank you, but I 
think I am going to sleep now."

"Yes, my lovely girl, you rest now, later we can learn 
how to make love properly." Peter looked down on the 
naked form of this beautiful girl and felt an unfamiliar 
surge of emotion. What that was, he did not know, but he 
really felt there was a lot more to this than he had 
previously considered. It wasn't love, it had to be a 
lust driven affection, a wish to protect, and more than 
a little desire to keep her in his bed, Peter thought, 
but maybe it is more. Now the deed was done, Peter was 
surprised to find it actually meant something to him. 
Lying awake, as Ana slipped into a regular breathing 
pattern, Peter reviewed the last few weeks in his 
memory.

When Katja rang him to let him know they were in going 
to be severe financial difficulty, his first thought was 
to get the two women into his home. Mrs. Johnson had 
already indicated she wanted to retire, but he had kept 
putting her off. This was a golden opportunity to make 
sure that, when he was home, he would have someone in 
his bed if he needed them. Either one, or both together 
was as far as he was thinking at that point. In their 
time together, Ana was still a child, in his mind, he 
had not appreciated that she was now fourteen, if asked, 
he would has thought she was about ten or eleven years 
old. 

She did not factor into his thinking at all. Then Mia 
mentioned that Ana was now going to have to change high 
schools, and he realized that for her to be at high 
school, not junior high, he was not really keeping up 
with her. They had not met all that frequently, as 
Peter's visits were either during the day when she was 
at school or at night, usually after she had gone to 
bed, but the few occasions they did meet, even Peter saw 
she was going to be an extraordinarily beautiful woman. 
Then he included her in his plans, but then, something 
happened. Ana was not just the usable asset he saw, she 
made herself a person to him.

She challenged him. His concepts of these two women were 
limited to their being sexually available to him. That 
is, in part, why he was not overly interested in taking 
part in the social rounds of widowers, meeting other 
women. There was no sexual drive to do so. Socially, 
well, who cared, he had his work. Sometimes, he would 
fuck Katja then go back to the office, or come from the 
airport and stop in to fuck Mia, or both of them, 
depending how he felt. Having both of them in bed was 
exciting, always. They had this thing, a genuine romance 
he thought, which made watching them having sex a real 
pleasure. 

It turned him on to the point where he was really 
insatiable. He would often fuck one, then the other to 
orgasm, then fuck one of them again just so he would cum 
himself. For the first time though, Peter thought he has 
made a mistake. Forcing Ana into their games has changed 
it all. It is not just the physical dynamic that has 
changed, which Peter thought he could handle, but this 
has added an emotional dimension that he was not sure he 
could cope with. Peter drifted into a light doze with 
this disquieting thought, was he feeling again?

Ana woke and for a moment did not know where she was. 
Then it all came back to her, the dinner, the sex. She 
had done IT! She was no longer a virgin. She had felt a 
man's cock inside her, and he had cum in her. She 
stretched like a cat at the feeling she was now no 
longer a child, but a real woman. She realized she was 
naked and that the man was still alongside her, 
breathing in and out in the same sort of rhythmic 
pattern she had heard mamma when she was asleep. Trying 
not to disturb him, Ana slid out from under the quilt 
and, in the very dim light, made her way through the 
connecting walk-in robe into the bathroom. 

Fumbling for the light switch she winced at the bright 
light that washed the room when she found it. She used 
the toilet and then washed herself with a damp wash 
cloth she warmed up under the hot water tap. She found 
the large bath sheet that Peter had placed under her and 
saw a blood stain, her hymen, she thought. 

This reminded her that her vagina was a little tender 
but not overly sore. It wasn't a real bad experience, 
but it did ensure she would never forget it. Drying 
herself, Ana considered what it was that she wanted to 
do next. She flicked the light off and stood in the 
darkness until her eyes adjusted. She then made her way 
back to the bed and climbed in.

She was now cooled off by the walk to the bathroom, so 
she waited until she had warmed up a little. She had 
placed her hand into her armpit to warm it and when she 
felt it was ready, she very gingerly, reached out to 
Peter, to find his skin then hunt under the covers for 
his cock. She found it and started to gently stroke him. 
It wasn't long before she was rewarded with a hardening 
of that silky skin as he became erect. She really wanted 
to get down and put it into her mouth, but not just yet, 
she thought, that would be something for later.

Peter woke when Ana got out of the bed, but said nothing 
and he was really only dozing when she returned. He felt 
her fingers on his skin, wondering what she was doing, 
but he kept still and when she gently took his cock, he 
was thrilled. Oh yes, this was one sexy babe, just like 
her mother. Her hand stroked up and down bringing it to 
life again. Peter thought it would be too much to ask 
her to suck him, at least not just yet. He moved to let 
her know he was awake and he reached for her, pulling 
her closer. The skin of her breasts, her nipples brushed 
his arm as he leaned over further, kissing her. 

She continued pulling his cock, making him hard and she 
then pushed his shoulder backward. As he rolled back, 
she straddled him, pushing the bed linen off of them, 
feeling around for his cock. She found it and held it 
upright, then lowered herself onto him. Where did she 
get that idea from? Peter thought. He would have 
expected her to be sore still, after all, it has only 
been a few hours since he broke her hymen. She bounced 
up and down on him for a while, then rocked back and 
forward, rubbing her clit on his pubic hair.

She slowed down then allowed herself to slump forward 
and kiss him while he was buried deep inside her. Having 
her mouth filled with his tongue and her vagina with his 
cock was really nice. What about the other way round, 
she thought. Lifting off him, she turned her body and 
straddled his face, then leant down to take his rampant 
prick into her mouth. She was certainly no expert in 
oral sex, she knew, but she knew she liked getting it. 
Remembering what she had done with the vibrator earlier 
that afternoon, Ana tried to apply the lessons learned. 

What she did not get was that the warmth of a cock is 
much greater than that of a piece of plastic, the taste 
is very different, there is no leaking fluids from a 
vibrator and most of all, she was not being distracted 
by a tongue eagerly lapping her cunt. It wasn't long 
before Ana felt the upsurge in the little spasms that 
were signalling orgasm. She took too much of his prong 
in her mouth and gagged just as she started to cum. 

Fuck, she thought, as she coughed Peter's cock out of 
her mouth. Lost the orgasm. It did not seem to bother 
Peter at all, he just kept lapping at her labia and 
circling her clit bringing her back to a new, but, it 
seemed not quite as intense a peak. Ana shuddered all 
over as the pleasure of her orgasm reached over her 
body.

After a few moments of rest, Ana returned to sucking his 
cock, her self-appointed task. Again she thought back to 
the vibrator and tried to get her movements right. She 
was rubbish, and she knew it. His cock was too big in 
her mouth, her jaw ached, her neck grew sore, she was 
rapidly running out of steam. Peter must have felt it as 
he left off lapping her and started to move around on 
her. Holding her, and rolling over to be on top of her 
again, he drove into her far more quickly and easily 
than he had before. 

Thrusting in and out as far as he could, Peter heard the 
sound of their skin slapping together, the moans and 
grunts of their rutting coinciding with the slams of the 
bed. Their joint excitement spurring Peter onward to 
thrust even harder as he neared his second ejaculation 
of the night.

"I am cumming! Can't hold it any longer!" he cried, 
"Argghhh." he called as he spurted his semen into her. 
Ana held him, pulling him in as deep as she could by 
wrapping her legs tightly around him. "Yes," she called, 
"Give it to me! I want your cum!" They collapsed in each 
other's arms. After a few moments, the late night cool 
enveloped them so Peter found the energy to find the 
quilt and pull it over them. They cuddled for a few 
moments, warming each other, but sleep was not quite 
coming. Peter started talking. 

For the first time in a very long time he spoke about 
his wife and child, opening up to Ana in a way he had 
never done with anyone else. Ana let him speak, 
encouraging him from time to time with a question or a 
comment. Soon though, Peter ran down and they both 
quickly delved into the sleep of the satiated, relaxed 
and comfortable in each other's arms.

Both stayed asleep for quite a while, and when Peter 
woke, Ana was lying with her back to him, her ass 
cuddled into his crotch. He felt his morning piss-horn 
right between her cheeks. While he did not want to 
disturb her, he really could not stay where he was. 
Moving slowly away from her, Peter then got out of bed, 
and made his way to the connected en-suite. It was lit 
enough by the morning light so he sat on the toilet, 
thinking about what had occurred during the night. 

Why had he talked to her. He had never done so with Mia, 
so why her? What made her so different? He definitely 
wanted more of her, her willingness to play was 
unbelievable, nothing shy about her he thought. 
Finishing his business, Peter ran his hand over his chin 
and thought a shower and a shave before going back to 
bed would be to his benefit.

Turning the shower on, he stepped into the hot stream of 
water and caught movement at the door. Ana came in, her 
hair bed mussed, but she looked gorgeous without any 
clothes on. She smiled at him, "Good idea," she croaked 
as she sat on the toilet. Peter heard the splash of her 
pee and he smiled in memory, Lauren would never have 
done that. 

Ana wiped herself and flushed the toilet, then marched 
straight into the shower, joining him. She picked up the 
bar of soap and began to wash her body, paying 
particular attention to her vagina. When she was well 
lathered, she then started to lather him, particularly 
his cock. Peter laughed at the brazenness of this woman, 
then held her close, squirming on her, enjoying the 
sensuous touch of slippery skin on skin.

Ana too enjoyed it, and when there was too little lather 
left, washed away by the running water, she began to 
wipe him over, making sure there was no soap bubbles on 
him, again paying particular attention to his prick. 
When she was happy there were none left, she immediately 
got onto her knees, and without warning, started to suck 
him. Already erect from her earlier attentions, Peter 
was just enjoying himself as he felt her lips wrapped 
around him. 

Jeezzuzz, the thought, she had sex for the first time 
last night and this was the third time she had his dick 
in her mouth. She wasn't very good at it yet, but she 
was obviously willing to learn. The water cascaded over 
her head, and was making breathing difficult for her. 
Peter stood her up, turned her away from him and held 
one hand on her hip and pushed her shoulder forward. She 
quickly grasped the idea and spread her feet apart, so 
his dick could slide into her.

He quickly found the vaginal opening and thrust into 
her, pushing as she held herself on the wall of the 
shower cubicle. Peter tried to reach around and fondle a 
breast as he was fucking her, but she was too far 
forward. In and out when his rock hard piston, driving 
her to pleasure when he heard her say, "Don't cum in me, 
cum in my mouth. Let me know and shoot into my mouth." 
"Are you sure?" he asked, surprised at her request. 
"Oooh yeah," she replied, "I sure am."

The very thought of her asking became such a turn on for 
him as he drove and drove into her, again and again. In 
what seemed like seconds he felt that tension that 
signalled an impending cum. His balls tightened, the 
muscles at the base of the scrotum tensioned and the 
nerves all over his knob were screaming for release. 
Peter held it for as long as he could and grunted, "Now, 
move now!" 

Without any hesitation, Ana disengaged and spun around, 
quickly got to her knees again and aimed Peter's cock 
into her mouth. The movement took a little too long and 
disrupted his pattern, so Peter took his prick in his 
hand and stroked it, bringing him back to the edge, 

"Open wide," he said, "Ugh- 'coz here it cums!" 

Ana obliged and with the knob of Peter’s cock resting on 
her bottom lip, she felt it spasm and a host stream of 
semen hit the roof of her mouth and then the back of her 
throat. She enclosed his cock with her lips and pushed 
forward, taking as much of it into her mouth as she 
could. She sucked in and was rewarded with another gob 
of semen in her throat. 

"FUUUCK!" cried Peter, "You're un-fucking-believable."

Ana realized that this was the third time in less than 
twelve hours he had cum, so this would not be a lot of 
semen. She swirled it in her mouth and swallowed, 
savoring the mixture of slightly metallic, salty tastes 
and blandness. Even allowing for the shower water, it 
was a pretty tasty start to the day, Ana thought. She 
stood and went to kiss Peter but he shied off. 

"Not many men would like a taste of their own cum, Ana," 
he said. 

Ahhh, she thought and then rinsed her mouth in the 
shower stream. She then kissed him, and when she 
finished, she said, "You don't know what you are 
missing, it's actually good." 

"No, I think I will forego the pleasure my lovely, but 
please, indulge yourself whenever you feel like it."

"It's not that easy to suck you. Mamma and Oma might be 
OK but I am just not up to their standards I expect."

"Well," Peter said smiling, "I appreciate that, but you 
are very new at all this." He hugged her naked body 
feeling her breasts on his chest and her clipped pubic 
hair on his now shrunken cock. "You will get the hang of 
it as you get more experience."

"You made me cum with your tongue, twice. I was only 
trying to return the favor."

"Oh Ana," Peter started, "you are off to a brilliant 
start in your sex life, but take your time, no need to 
do it all at once. Takes time to learn these things."

"Well, I am a fast learner and I think I am becoming an 
eager learner now." she smiled. They finished washing 
each other and then towelled each other off. Peter could 
not help but continue to touch her body, and she got to 
the point where she took him by the hand, back to the 
bed where he showed her more about how cunnilingus can 
be used to sexually satisfy someone. Peter marvelled at 
her recuperative powers. 

She did not complain once about being sore and was 
energetic enough to keep going, in fact she was rapidly 
out-stripping him. Peter gave up, he told her he just 
could not keep going. Ana laughed and said, "And here am 
I, absolutely worn out and thinking when are you ever 
going to stop? God, I need some sleep!" Ana cuddled into 
him, kissed him and said, "Let me sleep for the rest of 
the day, please!" He laughed and cried, "Wake me up 
before you go, I am sure you can waken the dead." Within 
minutes, they were sound asleep, ignoring the rest of 
the world.

As sleep claimed her, Ana thought, it is done, several 
times done, and I love being fucked, a man's cock in me, 
now I can really start to explore.

The Exploration

Ana woke to the gentle breathing of Peter, and she felt 
vastly different. She was no longer a child, she knew 
what grownups knew. Lying still, she went over the night 
in her mind, thinking about what happened, what Peter 
did to her, what she did to him. Instinctively, she knew 
something had changed for him during the evening. Making 
love with him the first time was an exercise in patience 
and tenderness for him, as if breaking her hymen was 
more of a job than an act of passion. 

Then, at that moment she felt the hymen give way, he 
changed. His approach altered drastically. The act of 
penetration seemed to break something in him as well. 
Whatever it was, he became more passionate, more part of 
her and for the first time, Ana felt like he was really 
wanting to make love with her, not just fuck her. 

Was this just wishful thinking on her part? Ana thought. 
Perhaps, as she really had nothing to judge the change 
on. Her inexperience was preventing her from making an 
accurate assessment. 

Ana slid out of the bed, not wishing to disturb Peter 
and again made her way into the en-suite. Closing the 
door, she used the toilet and then washed herself with a 
clean washer, drying herself on the towel Peter used on 
her earlier. She came out of the en-suite and for the 
first time, she noticed the nightgown hanging there. 
Peter had said something before, but she wasn't paying 
attention being focussed on what was happening next. She 
had walked through here, while it was darkened three 
times, but this was the first time she saw the robe. She 
put it on and felt the smooth, light touch of pure silk 
on her skin. 

Tying the belt, she silently made her way through the 
bedroom to the door. Peter had not stirred and she 
looked back at him with a sense of affection. She loved 
what they did last night, and again this morning - even 
if she was feeling a little tender there. She was going 
to be doing it again, and soon, she knew. She opened the 
door and went through, downstairs to the kitchen where 
she would have some breakfast, and then it was time for 
Mamma and Oma.        

Mia had spent a nervous and restless night with Katja. 
After it was obvious that Peter and Ana were no longer 
in the informal dining room, Katja had cleared away the 
dishes and the table. Resetting everything to its normal 
state, she returned to the kitchen and set used dishes 
into the half full dishwasher. Taking Mia by the hand, 
Katja guided her into her own room, and laid her on the 
bed. They held each other for a while then got under the 
covers. 

They did not make love that night, but held each other. 
Little was said, there was nothing to be said. Each felt 
that this was too monstrous an act of compliance to be 
spoken about. No matter how they tried to justify it, 
their feeling of failure to protect their little girl 
was strong. They should have spoken out sooner, they 
knew their cowardice was unconscionable. Several times, 
Mia felt like storming upstairs and stop what was 
happening, but each time she was held back by two 
things, Ana asking for their love and their support for 
making her own decisions. 

The other thing that held her was what she had felt in 
the bathroom that afternoon. Just using her tongue, Mia 
had brought Katja to orgasm many, many times, and they 
both loved that. But kissing Ana on the vagina was, for 
her, something special and she really wanted to bring 
her daughter to orgasm too. Mia realised there was no 
right in this, none, anywhere. Making a scene in the 
bedroom upstairs was not going to help anyone, was not 
going to stop anything, would cause more hurt than 
anything else, so she held her peace. 

In the morning they were sitting in the kitchen, having 
finished breakfast and coffee, silently commiserating 
and consoling each other. Ana walked in, dressed in what 
looked like a very expensive nightgown and robe. When 
she saw them at the table, Ana's face lit up, like it 
was the best thing that could have happened to her that 
morning. Ana rushed to Oma and gave her a hug and then 
kissed her, on the lips. 

Turning to mamma, Ana smiled and as Mia pushed away from 
the table to stand, Ana quickly squeezed herself between 
her mother and the table to force Mia down again as Ana 
sat on her lap. She embraced Mia and kissed her, with 
passion.  

After a few moments, Ana lifted her face and said, 
"Thank you, both of you, for making last night the 
greatest night of my life." She kissed Mia again and 
went on, "I could not have asked for a better 
introduction to the rest of my life. I love you both 
dearly and thank you for your help. I could not have 
done it without you." Ana held her hand out to Oma, with 
the other arm around her mother, sitting on her lap, she 
leaned forward to give Oma another kiss. "Peter is such 
a dear man, he was very kind and thoughtful and I am 
glad we went through with this. Much better than some 
groping and grunting in a dark alley or  the back seat 
of a car somewhere." 

Mia sat up a bit and, in a rather brittle voice, said, 
"Glad you enjoyed yourself." Oma nodded and said, "We 
were worried.." "Nothing to worry about, Oma," replied 
Ana, "It was the best. And the best part for me was that 
you allowed me to be an adult, to make my own decisions 
here. I will always love you for that, above anything 
else." 

"See, Mia, our little girl is not as little as we 
thought she was, they grow up so fast these days." Oma 
opined. 

"Oma, please can you do me a favour. I think I wore him 
out, or maybe killed him," smiled Ana, "Can you go and 
get into bed with him? I would prefer him not to wake on 
his own. He should sleep for a while yet and if he wakes 
and sees you, he will probably want to make love." 

"You mean, he will have sex?" "No, make love to him. 
Something happened last night and I think he is not the 
same person he was yesterday. I might be fooling myself, 
I am not experienced enough to make that judgment, but 
you might see it too. I think he is different, he was 
last night and this morning, so maybe he will be with 
you too." 

"Sanjalica," Oma said, quietly. 

"Maybe I am a dreamer Oma, that is why you must be with 
him now, I must know if I am seeing something that is 
not there." She paused, "None of us can allow ourselves 
to be trapped by our own foolishness or wishful 
thinking, me especially." Oma nodded and left the 
kitchen, Ana, sitting in Mia's lap, were now on their 
own.

Katja did as her granddaughter asked, mainly because she 
was intrigued by her comment, but also because her heart 
was lightened by Ana's clear lack of guile. She really 
was glad that she had last night and that her life was 
not in turmoil. Ana was always sensible, clear-headed, 
and was never a good liar. None of her tell tale signs 
were there, so it must have been good for her, or at 
least, not a bad experience. 

She was glad for Ana, happy it was so easy for her. 
Katja knew it was not always so, some of her girlhood 
friends had miserable experiences their first time, but 
she was lucky, Josip was a kind and considerate man. 
That was why she married him early, at 16, before 
someone else got him. A mother at 18, and two 
miscarriages after that meant that Marko was their only 
child.    

The stairs seemed a lot easier to get up this morning 
than they were last night and Katja made her way to 
Peter's bedroom. Quietly opening the door, Katja moved 
into the gloom of the darkened room easily, knowing 
already where things were. Her eyes adjusted and she 
could easily make out the king-sized bed in this huge 
room, Peter's shape wrapped in a warm quilt. Moving 
closer, she quickly undressed and for a moment, she 
stopped as she caught a dim glimpse of herself in the 
large dressing mirror out of the corner of her eye. 

Standing fully facing the mirror, she was quite happy to 
make out her shape and was pleased at how her body was 
holding up. She was now fifty three years old, did not 
exercise a lot but was healthy by the work she 
performed, without it wearing her down. Her tummy did 
not sag, her breasts were not as proud as they used to 
be, but still shapely, her arms and legs were still 
firm. Izgleda dobro, dobro izgleda, Katja thought to 
herself smiling at her little self-conceit. Quietly and 
as easily as she could, she got into the bed and moved 
as close to Peter as she dared. His breathing was not 
interrupted, and she settled down in the great bed. 

Katja became aware of Ana's aroma left on the sheets. 
She could smell the arousal and the sex that happened 
there the previous night. She felt her nipples harden at 
the thought of Ana, and for some reason, she just 
wondered what the taste of Peter's cock when it was 
covered with a mixture of his and Ana's cum would be 
like. She really was a drolja, a trollop, even at this 
age, she loved sex, the idea of sex. She felt her labia 
swelling as she thought of how tasty that mixture would 
be and her hand moved of its own volition to touch 
herself. 

She felt her arousal as her fingers stimulated the lips 
of her labia and pressed on the swollen clitoris. Making 
a circular pattern around the clit, Katja's fingers 
moved faster and faster as she pushed her body towards 
orgasm. The aromas, the images, the dreams made this 
approaching storm a strong one, Katja realised, but she 
did not stop, not caring if she woke Peter or not. The 
dam burst inside her and she moaned as the waves of 
pleasure swept through her. 

"Oooh, that sounded nice," Peter said. "Nothing better 
than being woken to sound of a woman cumming."  Peter 
moved over to her and kissed her, then swept down her 
body to replace her fingers with his tongue. Within 
moments, it seemed, Katja came again this time pushing 
her sex into Peter's mouth, feeling his tongue on her 
clit, then deep inside her, lapping at the juices now 
flowing from her sex. Spreading her legs even further, 
Katja pulled Peter up and his half-erect penis entered 
her. He moved a bit and she felt the lack of real energy 
there. Wrapping her legs and arms around him, Katja 
said, "No, don't move, I just want you there."

"Why are you here? Where's Ana?" he asked. "She came 
downstairs for breakfast, and she told me she did not 
want you to waken on your own. She asked me to come here 
and be with you, and love you if you wanted to. I do 
think I am feeling as sexy as I ever have and even if 
you didn't want to, I would have had you."  

 She kissed him and held him and for the first time, she 
felt something very different from him as he lay on top 
of her. Taking a breath, Katja said, "Oh my bezdušno 
ljubavnika, what has happened to you in the darkness of 
the night?"           

"Heartless lover? Yes, I suppose I was, but she made me 
look for my heart, then I found it." Peter sobbed. Katja 
was shocked at this admission and his tears. Ana was 
right, something strange had happened, he had gained or 
lost something, changing him. She held him, felt him and 
gently kissed him.  

"I know her the least, I understand her not at all, but 
she has seen through me and has done something to me. I 
realised last night I have been treating you badly, so 
impersonally, giving you little in return for what you 
have given me. You know, in all the time we have known 
each other, I have never been honest with you. That is 
what shook me most I think. Ana made me see this and I 
found myself loving her for it." He stayed silent for a 
few moments and then said, "She said nothing, did 
nothing but love me. She gave me her love, 
unconditionally, not just her sex and I will never be 
the same again."

"And how do you feel about her now?" Katja asked, more 
than a little alarmed at this change. 

"Oooh, I don't know." He paused, "I think I love her, I 
certainly desire her, but I think I love you and Mia too 
and I am glad you are here now." Katja felt his cock 
growing rigid inside her as he spoke, and he began to 
move. In and out he pushed himself, using her legs for 
leverage - in and out in the endless pattern of love.     

Ana kissed Mia again. "I really love you mamma, and soon 
I want to be in a bed with you. I want to learn what you 
know, how to make a man happy, how to make a woman 
happy."

"Ana, Ana, please, one thing at a time. I am not really 
bothered by the fact you are my daughter, nor by the 
idea of a sexual relationship with you, but timing. Get 
used to a man first, as Oma has said."

"Honestly, mother, yesterday I asked you to kiss me, and 
you did. That was so thrilling, and last night, Peter 
brought me to orgasm twice with his tongue. But both 
were very different kinds of thrills. He was inside me 
three times and each time I knew that this is what I 
have been waiting for since I understood what you had 
been doing with him for years. I was just two years old 
when you met, and I don't remember the flight here, a 
year later. It took me another nine years to figure it 
out. 

"I knew something was going on, but I did not try to 
find out or even think about it until I understood the 
difference between boys and girls. My first priority is 
always going to be a man, I think, and I want to try a 
woman. If it is as good as your kiss promised, then I 
think I will like women, but not as much as men."

Mia did not reply but thought a bit, realising this was 
not a discussion for now, and there would be no winners 
if it became an argument. She nodded and said, "OK, how 
was dinner then?" 

"Very nice, but I am starving now." she smiled. "Peter 
was actually quite nervous, which did surprise me. He 
did not really know what to talk about, so I asked him 
about the house. He told me the history, and a lot of 
family history."

"You are going to have to let me up if you want 
something to eat, young lady, unless you want to get it 
yourself." Ana stood and allowed Mia out from under her. 
"Continental?" 

"Yes please," Ana replied, "But can I have the dark 
chocolate instead of coffee?" 

Sylvia nodded and then asked, "And that make you think 
he has changed?" 

"No, not at all, He was very formal all through dinner. 
He said something about his late wife so I asked a 
question about her, and he made it clear he did not want 
to talk about her, at all. I was surprised as he got 
very cold, but he got past that quickly enough. I 
thought the evening had just sunk, but he seemed to want 
to make it work. The stories he told were funny - 
outrageous and a lot were very rude. All based around 
his family and this house. Did you know he has a 
brother?"

"Well, yes and no. Katja said he said something about 
his brother visiting so he would not be seeing us for a 
few days, but he never speaks about him. I think that 
was about the time his father died, so we were not 
expecting to see him too often anyway." 

"He never mentioned that David is older and actually 
gay?"    

"No, not at all. But why?" 

"Apparently his father disinherited him and left 
everything to Peter. Peter set up a trust for David when 
he took over the family fortune, making sure he was 
going to be alright." 

 "Well, that says a lot about the background of both 
men. We never met his father, but from what Peter told 
us, it would have been difficult to not be sleeping with 
him too." 

"Randy bunch this family. It wasn't until after Peter 
met you and Oma that his father was fully trusting of 
his younger son. After all, Peter only had one woman in 
his life until you. It seems the previous generations 
would fuck anything that moved and, according to Peter, 
his great-great-grandfather might not have been even 
that fussy." 

Mia was surprised to hear the language, and said so, 
"You must remember that you are a lady and must always 
retain your dignity. A lady's dignity is only removed 
with her clothing, dear."

"Well, I have heard you and Oma say it..."

"Yes, but not very often - and the sentiment remains the 
same."    

"When we were in bed a lot later, in the night, he 
started talking about her."

"What?"  

"He started talking about her. He said he never spoke of 
her before, and he did not know why he was talking about 
her now." 

"Well, well! The mountain has come."

"I am sorry? I don't understand." 

"Oma and I talked about how his wife's death affected 
him, we thought he was grieving for her, but had 
internalized it and it was such a part of him now he 
would never be rid of it. He has never spoken of her 
before, to anyone as far as we know. Perhaps he has some 
sort of change." Mia said, knowing she was going to have 
to wait until she could talk to Katja again.

The next few weeks were days of change for everyone. Ana 
slept with Peter most nights and every night she did, 
she learned more and more. Her sucking technique 
improved and one morning, before Peter woke, she started 
sucking him awake, then kept going until he came in her 
mouth. Triumphantly, Ana swallowed his cum and at last, 
she thought, now she was ready for the next step in her 
adult education.

 For the first time in his life, Peter was not looking 
forward to his next trip away. Finding Ana in his bed in 
the morning, sucking his dick was one of his greatest 
pleasures. In fact, it did not matter who was in his 
bed, it was just a pleasure having them there. One 
Friday evening, at the dinner table, Ana told Peter she 
would not share his bed the entire weekend, but Mia and 
Katja would instead. For him it was something really 
special. Spending the night with the two of them was an 
incredible experience. Since they moved in he had one of 
them in his bed, but the first time it was both of them 
at the same time, just took him to greater heights. 

The house was transformed in that time. There was 
laughter and joy there for Peter, like he had never 
known. Everything was working better than anyone had 
ever expected. Ana, Mia and Katja clearly loved each 
other and never gave any indication of jealousy or of 
selfishness. One or two of them slept with him, Ana most 
of all, but increasingly, she was sharing Peter with Mia 
and Katja. Peter did not mind one bit. 

He found he was able to have sex with them regularly, 
and the more he had them, the more he wanted them. They 
were healing his soul, he thought, taking the 
accumulated unhealthy part of his grief and anger and 
self pity and replacing it with their love. 
Increasingly, he found he never wanted to lose them. 

Mia's job took her to a new level of skills. While her 
degree helped, there was a lot of changes that she had 
to catch up on. When she was introduced to the team she 
was working with, her boss told them that Mia had not 
been working for a while and would need to be brought up 
to speed. She took all the new information in, and 
discussed her ideas with other people, only to find what 
she was thinking had been developed a few years ago. It 
did not take long for them to realize that Mia was 
actually quite gifted and they were patient with her and 
soon she was an integral part of the team. 

Katja's approach to the house was a huge change from her 
predecessor. Rooms that had been closed were reopened, 
aired, cleaned thoroughly. Talking with Shirley and her 
husband, Katja understood that grief had taken over the 
house which needed to be cleaned out, and that was what 
she did. John worked on the pool, gym and sauna and 
talking with Ana and Mia, they decided to replace the 
old equipment in the gym with a new range of things. 

Oma insisted that every evening before supper, the whole 
household would have to attend the gym and spend a half 
hour on the various devices, fifteen minutes in the pool 
and sometime in the sauna. Initially Peter objected, 
strenuously, as it was the wrong time of the year and 
too cold. Katja simply told him he was to join in or he 
would go onto a short ration diet, bread and water and 
no sex. Ana laughed, but she too decried the severity of 
the penalty as it meant no sex for her too. Two weeks 
later, Peter was feeling better for it and while it 
killed his libido at first, he felt he was fitter as his 
stamina improved. 

Ana went to the new school and felt more than certain 
Central was going to help her achieve her dream far more 
readily than Eastern would have. She was welcomed into 
her classes, and she could smell the testosterone of the 
boys swell as she walked to her classes and feel the 
jealousy of girls as easily. In the first few days, Ana 
looked for the most socially isolated girls in her 
classes and they stood out clearly. She felt they would 
unlikely to be her intellectual equals, but they would 
help provide her with a barrier from other, unwanted, 
attentions. 

She shared classes with two girls, Jazmin and Mel, both 
not unattractive, but socially inept. She found it hard 
to talk to Jazmin at first, but Mel was really looking 
for a friend so took to Ana easily. Ana thought about 
Jazmin and realized she was perpetually scared. 
Persistance and patience broke through Jazmin's shell 
and with a little help from a jock, Ana won a firm 
friend. Ana invited Jazmin to sit with them in the yard, 
and she heard Mel say, "Oh jeez, here comes Ryan 
MacDodo." 

Ana looked up and Ryan MacDonald, a member of the 
football team, the baseball team and an all round jock 
jerk approached the group. His friends were not too far 
away, and watching intently. Jazmin froze a little and 
the scorn on Mel's face made it clear they did not want 
to be anywhere near him. 

Coming closer to Ana, Ryan gave her a hungry look, which 
turned Ana off immediately, then mumbled, "Hi, Ana, 
wanna come to the movies with me tomorrow night?" 

Ana looked him up and down, trying not to show the scorn 
she felt and said, "No, thanks." 

Obviously this was not the expected response so, in 
front of his friends he said loudly, "What are ya? A 
lesbian?" 

Without a blink, Ana said just as loudly and as sweetly 
as she could, "No, but if I was, I would be getting more 
pussy than you ever would." 

Ryan's mouth dropped open, stunned by the speed of the 
comeback, he flushed a bright red and stormed off 
saying, "Come on, let's leave these lesbian bitches 
alone."  His friends were a lot less hostile, laughed at 
Ana's rejoinder and obviously enjoyed their friend's 
embarrassment. 

Mel laughed and Jazmin smiled, and revealed her actual 
beauty to Ana. "He is such an asshole," said Mel. "Well, 
you made a friend here, I been waiting since junior high 
for someone to do that," Jazmin said. Ana smiled and 
replied, "Sorry, he just pissed me off." "Nothing to be 
sorry about that Ana," went on Mel, "He has needed that 
for a long, long time." Jazmin said, "Mel's right, he is 
such an asshole that he will start rumours about you 
now. So you might expect to be outcast as well." 

Ana looked to her new friends and said, "And who cares? 
They can say what they like, I got more important things 
to worry about." 

Within hours, Facebook messages were being circulated 
about her and Jazmin showed them to Ana the next day. 
"This is pretty nasty, he is like that." "I don't have 
Facebook so I don't care, but I see your point. You seem 
to know him, what can you tell me about him? Get him to 
back off?"

Jazmin and Mel told her everything they knew about him 
and they mentioned a name that Ana knew. Jess Carlyon 
was in several of her classes at Eastern, a nice enough 
girl, intelligent, but not really gifted. Ana still had 
her number from a joint project they worked on so rang 
that evening and spoke to her about Ryan MacDonald. She 
also said she had seen the Facebook crap, and felt bad 
for her. 

The relationship with Ryan ended badly as he was 
insisting on sex with her and she refused. He called her 
a frigid bitch and that was how she was remembered. 
"Would you mind if I was to change that a bit?" Anna 
asked. 

"What do you have in mind?" Jess asked. 

"Just to tell a couple of the big mouth girls here that 
the true story was that when he pulled it out of his 
pants, it was so small you laughed." 

Jess laughed and said, "Well, if you really want to 
know... You can fill in the blanks yourself. It would be 
great to get that prick back. I would be quite happy to 
put that on Facebook myself if you like!"  

Ana thanked Jess and said, "No you better not, but if 
anyone asks, you might want to say something like that 
you doubt he would ever satisfy a real woman."  Jess 
laughed again, "Good idea, thanks Ana." they spoke a 
little more about what Ana was doing, and Ana asked how 
Beth and Aiden were getting on. "Aiden is such a sweetie 
with her," Jess said, "Follows her around like a puppy 
but she treats him kindly, pats him occasionally and he 
loves it. But Beth, she is changing too. Remember those 
shapeless dresses she usually wore, well they are gone 
and she has a really great body, and Aiden knows it. I 
think he will get to know it a lot better before they 
finish their senior year." 

"Oh, that is the best news I have had for a while Jess, 
thank you. I hope you are right, they are both really 
nice people and I would like to think they can make each 
other's lives better."  

"Lots happened in the last three weeks.." The 
conversation petered off into gossip then until they 
both said goodnight. 

Within days, Ryan MacDonald was the laughing stock of 
Central High. Ana was called to talk to the counsellor, 
it seems that she was spreading rumours about Ryan. Ana 
said that no, she was not. She knew nothing about Ryan. 
He had asked her out she said no thanks, that was all. 
Ana then made it clear to the counsellors that she had 
no intention of allowing anything to get between her and 
medical school and that included boyfriends. If Ryan 
thought she was the source of his embarrassment, then 
she had to plead ignorance. Within days, her involvement 
in this was forgotten, but Ryan avoided her for the 
remainder of his time at Central.   

School life settled down to the point where it was part 
of the rhythm of her day. Classes were attended, tests 
completed, assignments finished, grades received and she 
quickly climbed to the top of all her classes. Some 
people were unhappy at being displaced, but Ana's way 
was to be nice to everyone and with a little effort, was 
able to gain people's respect. Jazmin and Mel helped her 
along the way and provided her with invaluable 
information about her classmates. Their group 
assignments were always the three of them and they often 
participated in Katya's evening fitness program when 
they were working on an assignment. 

Peter was not unhappy at this, it brought people into 
the house. Initially they were awed at where Ana was 
living, and they envied her relationship with such a 
wealthy and handsome guy. It was then that Jazmin 
noticed that if Peter was in the gym, and Mia came in, 
he would perk up a bit, help her more than he helped 
anyone else, spent a bit more time with her than with 
either Katja or Ana. 

After that, it became obvious that Peter was paying more 
attention to mamma than he was to anyone else. Ana asked 
Mia to join Peter at night, on occasion, she noted that 
Mia tried not to show her emotions, but she was 
certainly not unhappy at the prospect. In the meantime, 
Ana and Peter fucked in their bed, in the shower, Peter 
took her to the observatory platform on the roof and 
they fucked there. 

Ana straddled Peter on the side of the bed, she did it 
again one evening in the dining room while Oma and Mia 
were occupied elsewhere in the house, Peter pulled her 
knickers down and ate her while she was studying for a 
test, she pulled his dick out and sucked it while he was 
on the phone to his head office. She masturbated him in 
the car and they nearly crashed, but he found a deserted 
spot and they fucked in the back seat. On the way home, 
she had not put her knickers on so she masturbated in 
the passenger seat for him, then fucked him on the hood 
of the car in the garage when they pulled into it.     

After Ana had successfully given Peter a complete head 
job, Ana started to turn her attention to Mia. Sooner or 
later she was going to try it and the sooner the better 
now, as far as Ana was concerned. The week over, Ana 
started thinking about how she could set it up - without 
causing too much suspicion.   

Saturday morning dawned cold, but sunny. Peter went off 
and played golf with some of his executives, Mia studied 
the schematics for a new type of music player, Ana 
worked on a French essay and Oma prepared the daily 
meals. Later while everyone was in the gym, Ana told 
Peter she would like Oma to be with him that night. 
Peter accepted that sometimes Ana would call a time out 
so nodded. Ana then mentioned that she was going to the 
pool. Peter saw no bathing suit as she stripped off and 
dived in. A few moments later, Katja undressed and did 
not stop at her bathing suit either. She too dived in, 
having learned the technique from Ana. 

Mia was engrossed in her rowing machine and did not 
notice much but as Peter went past her he asked if she 
would join them in the pool. Mia nodded and went over 
toward the pool and saw the piles of clothes there, saw 
Peter getting undressed. As she started undressing, it 
dawned on her that she could see the bare flesh of Ana's 
ass as she swum past. She looked at Oma and could not 
see her dark swim suit, then Peter dropped his trunks 
and, looking at her, said, "Skinny-dipping, haven't done 
it in years." Obviously he was looking forward to it as 
his dick grew a little. Mia shrugged off her own clothes 
and took Peter by the hand, and pulling him in as she 
jumped. 

Oma had breast-stroked to the shallow end of the pool 
and turned to come back. Ana came to her quickly 
stopping her progress. Oma stood to ask what Ana was 
doing but Ana wrapped herself around Oma and kissed her. 
They squatted into the pool and Anna proceeded to wrap 
her legs around Oma's hips and sat on Oma's now square 
form lap. 

"Oma, I love you dearly, you know that," Oma nodded, 
"You have not had enough time with him lately. Mamma and 
I have seemed to kept his attention, so it is about time 
you did." Oma gave Ana one of her looks that asked what 
was really behind that suggestion. Not giving any 
ground, Ana looked at her grandmother with all the love 
and innocence she could muster on her face, and not 
convincing Oma for an instant. "Can you be with him 
tonight?" Oma nodded and Ana kissed her. 

Letting Oma go, Ana swum away from her allowing Oma to 
continue on her way. Peter and Mia were frolicking down 
the other end of the pool so Ana swum towards them. She 
swum straight between them and stopped facing Peter, 
quickly she reached out for him and kissed him. She 
reached down and found his tool was half erect, so she 
gave it a gentle squeeze. Peter reacted by running his 
hand over Ana's mons, which she tried to push onto his 
fingers but only succeeded in getting her mouth and nose 
underwater. 

Coming up for air, Ana turned around and reached for 
Mia, hugging her, then kissing her. Peter came in behind 
her, and squeezed her between himself and Mia. Ana could 
feel his cock was now more erect as it bobbled between 
the cheeks of her ass. She smiled in her mind as she 
reached behind her and started stroking Peter and again 
she felt his fingers probing her, his lips on her neck. 
Ana laughed and broke away leaving Peter and his 
erection facing Mia. "Kiss him mamma," she called. 

Mia laughed and reached Peter, kissing him and she felt 
his now fully erect dick. "Ever ready?" she asked. 

"Only with you." he said, then added "Three." when he 
saw Mia's eyes widen. He laughed and swum away. 

Ana closed in on Mia and said, "We are going to have to 
talk. I need some advice, I asked Oma to keep Peter 
company tonight." Ana put her hand on Mia's shoulder and 
pulled them together. Mia started to say something but 
Ana cut her off, "It's important." 

"OK," replied Mia, "What about?" 

Ana shook her head and said quietly as Peter came back 
towards them, "Later, mamma." I am curious now, Mia 
thought as she felt Peter touching her ass, so she 
reached around and grabbed his dick. Pool rules did not 
allow fucking in the pool, but a bit of playful slap and 
tickle was not frowned upon. 

Dinner was a boisterous affair, everyone was glad to be 
there, the four of them. Each told stories of their 
week, Oma changed produce suppliers this week as the 
quality of fruit and vegetables they were getting was 
poor. Ana scored an A  for her Physics paper, Mia 
mentioned that the new personal music player was going 
to be much smaller than they had previously thought 
possible. Peter discussed some business proposals that 
were going to mean some of the companies owned by his 
holding company would be moving their production off-
shore. He wasn't happy with the proposals, but if they 
didn't do it, they were going to be in trouble in a few 
years. 

The meals prepared by the women, all three of them, were 
really more than a step up from Peter's previous fare. 
The range of dishes from bland American to spicy Italian 
and Eastern European. There was a range of Eastern 
Mediterranean, North African, Spanish and French cuisine 
on different nights. Simple produce were turned into 
scrum-diddily-umptious meals, fit for a king. Peter had 
occasionally invited some of his senior executives for 
dinner, but not lately. 

These affairs had always been catered but he didn't want 
caterers disturbing his home now. Put it off, Peter had 
decided until everyone was a bit more comfortable and 
secure. The shortest dinner Peter could recall in the 
last few weeks lasted a little over an hour, but weekend 
suppers always went for two or more hours. Now his 
reserve was broken, Peter would tell stories of his 
family, particularly his ancestors, but the women his 
grandfathers, great and great-great as well, married 
were not left out. Some of the family scandals were 
outrageous, and would still be so, even given the 
modern, more tolerant and worldly outlook. Their own 
story was not that outrageous in comparison, somewhat 
banal by the standard of this family - Ana thought.

Ana became much more aware of the world around her. 
Peter needed a good understanding of world events to be 
able to move with the times, and this had been drilled 
into him as a child. He once said it was one of the few 
things that Father actually got right, hiring an 
excellent tutor for world history. (The tutor told him 
that it was Winston Churchill who said that the deeper 
we look into the past the further we can see into the 
future, not his Father, which really disappointed him.) 

The world grew exponentially for Ana at the dinner table 
as she realized her education was little better than 
provincial; her European History classes were devoid of 
the real power of the stories. She mentioned this idea 
once to Peter and his response was that it was always so 
when the people who make decisions are so confident of 
their nation's power that they cannot consider anyone or 
anything else as important as their own position within 
the world. 

Their belief that their strength will hold forever 
blinds them to an oncoming fall. This was the same for 
Rome, for the European colonial powers, particularly 
England, and had been the same for every empire he had 
studied. The only nation that had defied this was China, 
but they rarely conquered by military might, they 
usually conquered by making their conquerors Chinese. 
The Mongols were the prime example of this, with the 
growth and collapse of the Mongol Empire still being 
felt in many nations along the Silk Road. Peter used 
names she had never heard of, easily telling stories of 
places she never knew existed, fantastic stories from 
history. He fascinated her with the sort of stories he 
told.        

After dinner, Peter and Katja went to the library, with 
Ana and Mia cleaning up and after putting dishes in the 
dishwasher, they joined the rest of their family. For 
that is what it had become now. Katja and Peter were 
sitting on the broad Chesterfield and Ana selected a DVD 
movie, Denzel Washington's 'Deja Vu'. Two hours later, 
they were sipping drinks and complementing Ana's choice, 
although Katja and Peter both missed the last half. The 
Chesterfield is too comfortable for anything more than a 
short stay. Eventually, the party broke up, with Peter 
and Katja off to bed and Mia and Ana finally alone. 

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about then?" asked 
Mia.

"This," and Ana kissed her. She kissed Mia with all the 
experience she had over the last few weeks. Mia did not 
object at all. When they broke, Mia said, "So you think 
you are ready?" Ana took her hand and led her to their 
family shower. They undressed together, put their hair 
up, then got under the warm water. Ana turned and drew 
Mia toward her, she loved it here, the smell of the 
water, the increasing humidity and warmth of the air. 
She always fantasised the steam of the shower was her 
body heat coming off, heating the water further, but if 
this was so, then there would be very little water 
flowing down the outlet tonight she thought. Their 
washing of each other was completed, and by this time, 
Ana could feel her vagina swelling larger than it ever 
had before.    

 Towelling each other, they kissed and touched each 
other all over. Mia kissed Ana on her ribs, just under 
her heart, and Ana's heart fluttered at the gentle touch 
of those lips. Holding hands, they made their way to 
Mia's room and her queen sized bed. Closing the door, 
Mia turned and wrapped her arms around her daughter and 
kissed her. She kissed her tenderly, then with mounting 
passion. 

Their naked bodies pressing on each other, their mutual 
passion building from within their bodies, becoming a 
heat that radiated from them into the cool air of the 
room. Breaking apart Ana whispered, "I don't know-" Mia 
put a finger on Ana's lips and said, "I will show you. 
Just remember, do what you like, try something and if 
you don't like it, don't do it." The she kissed Ana 
again, pulling her onto the bed. 

They rolled on the bed, so that Ana was underneath, and 
Mia forced Ana's legs apart. Ana could feel Mia's body 
pressing on her, and where she would have felt Peter's 
cock plumping around her vagina, there was nothing, just 
Mia's trimmed pubes mingling with her own. But that too 
was sexy for Ana. She felt lingering kisses and drawn 
fingers over her body, her breasts being squeezed by 
Mia. Lips on her face, her neck, her chest, with Mia 
kissing one nipple, then the other. 

She felt the soft lips of her mother and tongue lapping 
at her nipples, as they stood proud and hard from the 
darkened aureoles. Downward Mia went, over the stomach, 
then across the pubes but, maddeningly, she did not stop 
there but went down the inner thigh, in a manner similar 
to what Peter had done on more than one occasion in the 
last few weeks.     

Mia went down the front of Ana's legs, first kissing the 
right leg high on the thigh, then the left, in a similar 
position, one side, then the other, all the way down. 
Ana loved the sensuous feeling of Mia's silken lips on 
her skin. Working her way down to Ana's feet, Mia pushed 
her ankles into the air and reversed her course, working 
her way back up Ana's legs. As Mia got to the backs of 
the knees, Ana expected Mia to speedily make her way to 
Ana's now steaming vagina, but no, Mia pushed Ana's legs 
even higher and pushed them towards Ana's shoulders. As 
she did this, Ana was forced to lift her ass off the bed 
and Mia's plan became more clear. 

Ana felt Mia's tongue on the cheek of one buttock, then 
the other, followed by little kisses and a nip from 
Mia's teeth. This made her jump with the unexpectedness 
of this new sensation, but she really loved what Mia was 
doing to her. The ooohs and aaahhs were being replaced 
with gasps and grunts as the tension inside Ana grew. 
Her skin tingled in anticipation for the next kiss or 
touch or nip she was getting. Higher and higher Ana's 
ass rose, further and further back went her feet until 
she was fully resting on her shoulders and Mia was 
holding Ana's weight with her arms around Ana's upside 
down hips. 

Anna grabbed her own legs to help herself balance on her 
shoulders as Mia's tongue wiped over Ana's fully exposed 
pudenda. From the clit to the vaginal opening, Mia swept 
her tongue down between Ana's fully inflamed labia. Mia 
pulled her tongue out of Ana and wiped it over the skin 
and plunged it into Ana's anus. Ana's body screamed with 
this unexpected sensation, pushing her to greater and 
greater heights as every muscle seized up in spasm. Wave 
after wave of pleasure raced over her as Mia's tongued 
her asshole. Mia moved back upward to Ana's labia and 
sucked those soft lips then began to mouth Ana's clit. 

It seemed only seconds later when Ana's body convulsed 
into orgasm. Without volition, Ana's legs jumped out of 
her grip and wrapped themselves around Mia's head 
pulling her mouth as close and hard onto Ana's cunt as 
she could get. Ana grunted and squealed through her 
orgasm, hitting her harder than she had thought 
possible. It really felt like her heart had pounded 
itself into oblivion and took the rest of her with it. 
Fu-u-uck, Ana thought as the world around her came back 
into focus, Jeeezzus, what the fuck just happened?  
"Mamma? you alright?" she gasped. 

"Oh yes my darling, you have strong legs but I am 
alright," Mia smiled. Mia worked her shoulders through 
Ana's legs and, planting one more kiss on her daughter's 
mons, she lowered Ana to the bed and settled herself on 
top of Ana. Ana wrapped her arms around her mother and 
pulled her face, now covered in Ana's juices, and kissed 
and licked Mia's lips and chin and around the mouth. 
"Mmmmm you taste nice Mamma," she said. "That is all you 
my darling girl, all your juice."  

They stayed in this position until Ana recovered her 
breath, and felt the last tingles or her orgasm leaving 
her. Now it was her turn she thought, she was really 
going to go through with it, she really wanted to bring 
Mia to orgasm with her mouth. She hesitated, then she 
steeled herself, and hesitated again. What is the matter 
with me, she thought, come on you stupid bitch, you've 
seen it, it has happened to you, this can't be much 
different than sucking Peter's cock. Winding her courage 
up, Ana committed herself, she took her reluctance and 
threw it away.  

Ana moved and rolled, placing Mia under her, reversing 
their positions. Ana straddled Mia, pushing up and then 
ran her hands over Mia's breasts, bowing and taking a 
nipple into her mouth. She carefully suckled and 
although Mia was already in a high state of arousal, Ana 
still thought she felt the nipple in her mouth growing 
firmer. Ana was now so curious as to what she was about 
to do, she moved all the way to Mia's mons with no stop 
on the way.   

Spreading Mia's legs she saw, for the first time in her 
life, close up and real personal a woman's sex. Ana just 
looked at it, she saw the engorged flaps of soft, 
crinkled skin outlining the vagina and noted the 
differentiated color of parts of the flaps. They were 
swollen and pushing out leaving a glistening centerline 
of folds, outlining the vaginal opening. Up the top, Ana 
could see the clit, standing out in its excitement. 
Placing her thumbs on either side of the lips Ana gently 
pulled them apart to see what was hidden by the skin and 
saw the hole open slightly, so she lent forward and 
aimed her tongue right for it. 

"Oooohhh" moaned Mia, that is nice, darling but slowly, 
feel around with your fingers, touch me, play with my 
clit." Ana did as she was told, and Mia moaned again, 
"ooohhh, much better, much better..." Mia moaned again. 
"Put a finger inside me, then push it in and out..." Mia 
moaned, and as Ana did that, "Add another finger." 

Ana inserted another finger and there were two going in 
and out. Ana tried the match the same sort of paced that 
Peter use when he was fucking her. Mia gasped and moaned 
again, "Oooohh, now use your thumb to tickle my clit..." 
Ana then tried but it wasn't comfortable for her hand to 
do it that way, so she used the other hand to massage 
Mia's clit, "Ooooohhh," Mia gasped again, "Oooohhh 
that's nice keep that up for a little while..." Ana did 
so and Mia assisted by pumping her hips into Ana's hand 
as she pushed in. 

Mia kept up a steady stream of "Ooooohs" and "Aaaahhs" 
and "Yes, yes..." and "Perfect, perfect," and "There, 
there..." Ana kept going as her hands grew more tired, 
"Oooh darling, you better stop," Mia said, "That's hard 
work if you are not used to it." Ana stopped pumping and 
slowly pulled her fingers out of Mia. 

"Now," said Mia, "Taste your fingers, put them into your 
mouth." 

Ana was really a little surprised but Mia insisted, and 
Ana went to put one finger in her mouth, "Both baby," 
Mia said. Ana stopped and Mia said, "The first time Oma 
and I did it was in an underground club in Germany. The 
owner was a real pig but he paid well, very well because 
we were billed as sisters. It was not easy, but we did 
it. Then we did it twice a night for about a month 
before Peter tracked us down. It was really hard that 
first time. We saw what other girls were doing, and we 
were getting double for it. But that first time, it was 
really hard." 

Ana tentatively licked her fingers, then put them into 
her mouth and sucked them clean. "It is better while it 
is still hot."  Ana looked at Mia and said, "I will, you 
know." 

"Will what darling?" 

"Go down on you Mia, just like you did for me."  Mia 
smiled, but noted the use of her name. "What happened to 
get you and Oma together." 

"We were working in this club, "The Mosquito Bar", for 
about two weeks. I was stripping and Oma had this big 
black man she would fuck on stage." With affection, Mia 
said, "Oma is a real slut when she has to be. Then one 
night the usual lesbian act quit, just left and went to 
another club, the black stud did not turn up so to fill 
the gaps, Gunter went to Oma and asked if we were 
related. Oma said no, so he called me in and offered us 
a large pay increase for doing the lesbian act, but we 
would be announced as sisters. He knew we were living 
together, so thought we had a lesbian relationship 
anyway. 

"I was horrified but Oma said that if we did it, we 
could get the money to move on a lot faster, and that 
was the only thing that I thought was going to be making 
me do it. Before we went on stage, Oma and I talked it 
through. We both were intrigued by the les act, and I 
had thought that maybe one of them might be a lover. 
Oma- well let her tell her story, if she wants to. We 
did it and I found I actually like it, and so did Oma. 
The next performance was easier and then we started to 
get good at it." 

Ana started to touch Mia as she was telling her story 
and then as continued, Ana took a nipple into her mouth 
and really began to masturbate Mia, gently rubbing her 
clit. The story came out in interrupted sentences, but 
as Mia finished her story, Ana let the nipple slip out 
from between her lips and kissed Mia under her ribs. She 
worked her way down to the trimmed bush on Mia's mons 
and over the edge, putting her tongue where her fingers 
were a few moments before. 

Mia spread her legs as far as they could go and Ana 
followed the line of the labia to push her tongue into 
Mia. I'm doing it! Ana thought as she lapped at the 
vaginal opening and forced her tongue into Mia. More and 
more Ana lapped at Mia, and used her fingers on Mia's 
clit, occasionally wiping her tongue over the clit and 
then returning to the labia and that hole. At one point, 
Ana swapped, she put her fingers back into Mia and she 
started lapping the clit. Mia arched her back when she 
felt the change and Ana was m
 et with the moans of a woman being pleasured. Again, 
Mia pumped her clit onto Ana's now rapidly moving 
tongue. 

A gasp from Mia and a squeal indicated to Ana that Mia 
was now very close to an orgasm. Ana kept up her lapping 
and added a third finger pumping in Mia. Mia spasmed 
with the added sensation and her orgasm seemed to go on 
and on for quite a while. Mia gasped and squealed like 
Ana had never heard before, but then there was no reason 
for Mia to even try to smother the noises of her love 
making. Oma was upstairs, and the only other person 
around was the one making her cum. 

Ana replaced her fingers with her tongue and pushed her 
tongue as deep into Mia as she could. There was a 
slightly different taste to her now, which Ana assumed 
would have been the cum. She had eaten and swallowed 
Peter's cum enough to realize his kiss tasted different 
to his precum which actually tasted different than his 
semen. Ana did not notice too much difference in Mia's 
lubricating moisture and her kiss, but there was a big 
difference between them and her cum. Mia gasped and it 
seemed to keep the orgasm going on, not really what Ana 
was trying to achieve, but for her to make Mia cum the 
first time she had tried it with a woman, well, that has 
to be something, she thought. 

Mia was finally spent, and flopped back onto the bed. 
Ana lifted her mouth off Mia and crawled up to kiss her. 
The kissed and hugged and Mia told Ana that her orgasm 
was just wonderful. Mia pleaded a thirst and reached for 
the glass of water on the stand alongside the bed. 
Taking a sip, she returned the glass and fell down to 
again embrace Ana. The kissed again and Mia's kisses 
became more and more passionate. "Again?" Ana asked. 
"Yes," Mia replied, "I want more of that wonderful 
tongue." 

Kissing each other, Mia's hands again explored Ana's 
body, only more stridently, squeezing her breasts, 
rubbing Ana's clit and then Ana took over, doing the 
same to Mia. Their noises were joyful, fun, enhancing 
their desire for each other. Mia then said, "Now for 
something I really love, a sixty-niner!"  

By morning, Ana was introduced to a lot of different 
sex. Scissoring, any number of different positions for 
oral sex, there must have been a hundred and one 
masturbation techniques. She was worn out as she found 
Mia exciting, inventive, insatiable - and Mia just could 
not get enough of Ana. The morning past, Sunday, there 
was no movement from upstairs, Ana and Mia made love 
again and dozed a little. Sunday meant no gym or pool 
that evening, it was a day off, but there were still 
things to do. Ana and Mia had a light brunch and they 
threw themselves into their work, refreshed, rested, 
sated. 

A little later, Ana heard Oma and Peter walking past the 
library where she was working so she stuck her head out 
and wished them a good morning. Oma smiled and Peter 
came back to hug her, whispering his thanks for a 
wonderful night. She hugged him back and told him she 
really did love him and Oma and Mia, as she dropped her 
hand and gave his tool a gentle squeeze. Peter jumped a 
little at the unexpected touch, but laughed as he broke 
away and told Ana to keep working, and there might be 
Chinese for supper. 

Mia and Ana had expanded their physical relationship 
whenever Oma spent the night with Peter. Ana was quickly 
learning Mia's techniques and in a fairly short time 
became a much better lover. Oma knew, and Peter 
suspected, but it did not matter, sharing each other was 
now such a part of their lives. Ana did not think it 
would last, but as long as it did not get acrimonious, 
it would still be alright. 

In April it was Ana's fifteenth birthday. Peter was 
going to be leaving on another trip, his first for a 
month, the next day so a double celebration was held 
that evening. When Oma brought out the cake with fifteen 
candles on it, Peter told her to blow the candles out in 
one breath and her birthday wish would come true. Mia 
knew what was happening, she had suggested it to Ana. As 
Ana was about to blow the candles out she looked at 
Peter said, "I wish to spend the night with Oma in our 
bed." She successfully blew all the candles out.  

Peter was surprised, and Oma was left speechless, her 
mouth gaping open. Mia smiled and clapped Ana, giving 
her a kiss and a hug. Ana walked around the table and 
kissed Oma, on the lips and said, "It is time Oma, come 
to bed with us."  Mia, "You really should Katja, it will 
be fun." 

Ana had never shared Peter in his bed before, and that 
was a challenge. Ana mostly followed Katja's lead, so 
that they both sucked his dick, one for a few strokes, 
the other for a few more and so on. The constant 
changing between mouths was not smooth at first, but Ana 
quickly grasped what Katja was doing with so little 
effort. Peter was getting as good a head job from the 
two of them as he would had got from either alone. Katja 
whispered to Ana that she should go and sit on Peter's 
face for a while, then they could swap for a while. 

Ana was more interested in the mechanics of how this 
could work, two women and one man, than she was in 
having an orgasm. Katja though, a lot more experienced, 
did her own things, and was not going to leave Ana out. 
Katja indicated to Ana to come and suck on Peter while 
she sat on his face, so she changed, but on the move, 
Katja made sure Ana was in a particular position so she 
could be masturbated easily by Katja. After a few 
minutes of this, Katja removed her fingers and replaced 
them with her tongue. Ana jumped when she felt the 
touch, it was electric. It only seemed like moments when 
Ana felt the pit of her stomach constrict and the 
swelling pulse of her mons could not be contained. She 
had to stop sucking Peter while she moaned and then 
Katja inserted a finger into Ana's asshole. Ana 
skyrocketed into an orgasm of intense strength. 

Fuck! thought Ana, Katja sure knows what she is doing. 
She is really good at this. Katja moved Ana out the way 
and mounted Peter. She bounced up and down on his cock 
with joyous abandon and asked Peter if he wanted Ana 
sitting on his face. Ana could not move quick enough 
when he gasped a yes, but Katja told her to sit facing 
her. Still bouncing on Peter's cock, Katja gently pulled 
Ana forward and kissed her, caressing her breasts. Ana 
felt Peter's tongue snaking into her cunt and Katja's 
tongue in her mouth. For the first time, Ana fantasised 
about the idea of having a cock in both ends at the same 
time. It hit her strongly and as she was kissing Katja 
back, she reached down and fingered the older woman's 
clit, getting her fingers squashed between their 
respective pelvis bones. 

Peter stopped tonguing Ana and grasped Katja's hips and 
Katja seemed to leap off him, breaking her contact with 
Ana, "No," she said, "Cum in Ana, Peter, cum in her." 

Ana rolled off Peter and settled herself as Peter 
mounted her. She felt his dick slide into her like she 
loved, right to the hilt, easily and filling her love 
canal, then moving backwards and forwards, in and out as 
she spread herself as much as she could for his. His 
action grew more violent as he neared his climax, his 
grunts harsher and Katja was saying, "Yes my darlings, 
fuck each other, give it to her. Cum in her, take him in 
you. Push, cum Peter, fill her with your juice." And he 
groaned as his balls jumped in their shooting his cum 
into Ana. One, two, three times Peter squirted his semen 
into her. Peter collapsed on top of Ana and it was only 
with the gentle urgings of Katja that he moved off her 
and rolled onto his back.

As he did, his cock was still half erect and Katja dived 
onto it. Holding him between two fingers, Katja started 
to lick the cum and semen covered meat up to the knob, 
then took it into her mouth. Katja took the prong in and 
slurped her way up to the knob, making sure she was 
getting all the cream she could off him and out of the 
still leaking eye of his dick. Sucking it properly, 
Katja made sure that Peter did not lose his half 
erection and they were suddenly interrupted by a gentle 
tap at the door. 

Katja lifted her head and said quietly to Ana, "Mia! Let 
her in and undress her before she gets to the bed." 

Ana replied, "But I am going to be leaking!" 

"It's OK, I can clean it up when you get back. Now go!" 

Ana climbed off the huge bed and quickly walked to the 
door, opened it and before Mia said anything, Ana took 
her hand and pulled her in, kissing her, passionately. 
"I was feeling a little lonely," Mia said when Ana 
finished her kiss. "It's OK, Mia, come," said Ana as she 
started undressing Mia. 

Clothes fell off with every step and Mia was naked 
before the bed, Katja motioned Mia closer as she lifted 
her head off Peter's now growing erection. "Can you suck 
Peter, please, I am going to clean Ana up a bit." She 
waved her hand to signal Ana should move around the bed 
and she did, as Mia took over sucking Peter. 

"Oma," said Ana, "What-" "Sshh, my pretty one, come and 
lay down." Ana complied and Katja swooped onto her 
breast, sucking first one nipple then the other. Katja 
lifted her head and said, "The mix of his semen and your 
cum is very nice," Katja said, "Now I want more." Ana 
realized what she meant when she felt Katja's tongue 
sweeping over the skin of her belly and  then onto her 
clit. Katja buried her head into Ana's mons and used her 
tongue to lick out the semen just deposited there. "Oooh 
you are so hot, Ana, lovely and delicious."              

Ana felt Katja's tongue sliding over her inner thighs, 
licking up the syrup that had leaked down her legs and 
then back into her vaginal canal. Ana felt movement next 
to her and saw Peter mounting Mia, and she was pulling 
him onto her. They began pounding into each other just 
enjoying the fucking, loving each other. Katja too moved 
and Ana felt Katja's crotch descending to her face. Ana 
took to her with a will plunging her tongue deep as she 
could into Katja. She tasted very different to Mia, but 
it was pure Katja thought Ana. 

Spurred on by Mia and Peter's moaning and gasping, Ana 
lifted her legs to put as much of her cunt into Katja's 
mouth as she could while driving her own tongue into 
Katja as deep as possible. There were two double backed 
beasts on the bed, each generating their own heat, 
driving the other on, spurring each other to greater and 
greater heights of pleasure. Ana felt Katja starting to 
spasm, cumming in her mouth, as she herself went over 
the top, and their cries of ecstasy drove Mia and Peter 
into their own frenzied orgasms.  

Four gasping and sexually discharged bodies on a king-
sized bed is a snug fit. When one is fifteen years old, 
it is not a comfortable fit. Peter thought that Ana was 
a restless sleeper, but when he asked Oma, she told him 
it came with the age. Teenagers are fighting their 
hormones of a night time, so their beds looking like a 
fight arena in the morning was nothing out of the 
ordinary. That Ana was having sex on a regular basis 
should, Oma said, get her past that stage quickly 
enough, but for Peter, it wasn't. 

Quite often he would wake at night with no quilt on him, 
no sheets either, Ana had stolen them or wrapped them 
around herself, still fast asleep and completely 
oblivious. Peter actually put a double quilt next to the 
bed of a night so that if he woke up cold, he could just 
pull that over him and not worry about Ana. Ana knew 
this was going to be a problem if all four stayed there, 
so kissed Mia and Peter, and his cum covered cock, took 
Katja by the hand, and took her to the large room that 
Oma slept in with its queen sized bed. 

Peter barely got to the airport in time, and even then 
he was not steady on his feet. Mia wore extra makeup and 
still looked like she needed sleep, dozed on the subway 
and missed her stop. Ana was full of the youthful energy 
of her age so got to school on time, but by lunch was 
feeling zombified. Only Katja was in good spirits that 
night, but she did not tell anyone she had a morning 
sleep in after they had left. That afternoon, Ana used 
her new cell phone to call someone not in the family or 
a school friend for the first time. She dialled the 
number of Eastern High and asked to talk to Ms. 
Jefferson. 

Later that evening, "Mia," Ana started, "Can you take 
Oma out for luncheon and a shopping trip Saturday?"     

"Oh?" Mia responded. "Do you want anything, want to go 
into the city again?" 

"Yes, I would like to but I have a paper due on Monday 
so better not."

"You want Oma out of your hair so she won't interrupt?" 

"Yes and no..." Ana drawled off. "I am working on a 
paper but I was planning to finish it Sunday, I am 
inviting someone over and I think they might be 
intimidated by Oma." 

"A boy?" 

"Oh god no!" exclaimed Ana, "A girl actually, and it 
might just go somewhere."

"Oh please, are you becoming a lesbian?" 

"No, not at all," Ana replied, "Making love with you and 
Oma is unbelievable, but I doubt it is ever going to be 
my major focus. What we do is great, but a dildo or a 
strapon is just no substitute for a real dick Mother." 
Ana saw a flicker in Mia's eyes and went on, "You know, 
sooner or later I am going to bring a guy here and bang 
his brains out."

"What about Peter? What do you think he will say?"

"Don't know. I do love him, I think, but I am not in 
love with him. Oh, I will fuck him any time he wants, 
and honestly, I usually do want to. I like him a lot, 
but I will never be in love with him. Besides, I think 
he is developing a conscience about us. I think he is 
going to pull out of our agreement, sooner or later."

"What makes you think that?" Mia asked, with a touch of 
uncertainty, as perhaps a bit of fear. 

"He doesn't love me either. He likes me, but I am sure 
he is thinking that there is someone else he would 
rather be spending his time with, not me. And that is 
OK." 

"We have been at this now for less than three months and 
you are saying he is not going to last the whole time?"          

"We never were Mia, there was always going to be 
something getting in the way, and it is his emotions, 
and ours." Ana commented, "But we have to be together, 
no matter what, you, Oma and me. I hope Peter will stay 
with us, but if he doesn't then that will be OK too. I 
think he will honor our agreement, but I will not always 
be sharing his bed, in fact, I would suggest I will 
become either a former lover or a very occasional 
lover."

"Then who, if not you?" 

"Probably you Mamma, probably you." 

"Nonsense, I have little feeling for him, and he knows 
it." Mia responded, "I like him, and what he has done 
for us now, but he loves me? No, I don't think so."    

"Oh well, I am probably wrong then, but I am not wrong 
about him being more interested in someone else other 
than me." Ana said smugly. "Now will you take Oma out 
Saturday for a long lunch, please?" 

"Oh alright, enjoy yourself but I am not sure I want to 
know about it. OK?"

"Thanks Momma, love you," Ana kissed Mia just as Oma 
came into the dining room. "Oh please we are about to 
eat," Katja started, "Didn't you get enough last night?" 

Ana and Mia started laughing and Ana said, "Enough, no I 
don't think there will ever be a time when I have enough 
love from you or Mamma! But not tonight... mmm... how 
about a threesome tomorrow night? You, me and Mamma, 
wouldn't be before time I think."  Katja shook her head 
and Mia said, "Yes, why not, be something we have never 
done before." Katja looked at the two younger women, 
with that mixture of love and lust, and said, "Alright, 
but I get to pick a movie!" 

The weekend came and Oma was convinced to go into the 
city with Mia for lunch and some shopping. Within 
fifteen minutes of them leaving, the doorbell rang and 
Ana ran to see if it was her guest. Opening the door, 
she wasn't disappointed and she said, "Miss Jefferson, 
glad you could make it. Come in, come in."

"Hi Ana, is your mother home?" Ana took her hand and 
hugged her former counsellor and Loni felt her nipples 
harden. 

"Well... no, she asked me to give you her apologies but 
she had a last minute invitation to a work event 
tonight, and being Mamma, she didn't have anything to 
wear. She took Oma and went into the city. She was 
hoping to still be here when you arrived to speak to 
you, but she couldn't wait any longer."

"Yes, I thought I saw her at the subway station, with an 
older woman. Your grandmother I take it?" Loni nodded 
all the way through Ana's explanation. At that moment, 
she really felt she should leave. Oh well, she had not 
really forgotten how beautiful Ana was, but she did take 
Loni's breath away. Get a grip, Loni thought, be polite 
then leave. 

"Yes, Oma."  

"This is a big place isn't it? A lot bigger than your 
old place." 

"Yes it is," Ana smiled, "But we still live in the 
servants quarters. We can eat in the dining room unless 
he has guests, but I have to stay out of the way then. 
Mr. Cummins has given me the run of the library and the 
South wing but his private rooms and offices are out of 
bounds." 

"What is Peter Cummins really like?" 

"Quiet, travels a lot, really nice though, polite. I 
don't spend time with him, so wouldn't really know." Ana 
could feel her nose growing and pimples forming on her 
tongue. Loni followed Ana into the library and her eyes 
popped at the range of books there. "Wow, has he read 
all these?" "No, all the technical books he probably 
has, but the others, well, I have never seen him with 
anything other than a technical or business book in his 
hand. And the history stuff. He is really knowledgeable 
of world history."

"I thought you said you don't talk to him?" 

"Ordinarily I don't, but I was doing a European History 
paper and he came in and asked me what I was doing. I 
told him and he asked what about, I told him and within 
a few minutes he had about a dozen books in front of me 
and suggested I look for material in those. Then asked 
if he could use the computer. It's his computer, and he 
was asking me if he could use it?" Ana smiled and 
pointed to the second computer, "The next day, when I 
got home from school, Oma gave me a card and said that 
was put in by a technician, all set up and ready to go. 
The card was suggesting I use the new computer instead, 
otherwise it could get a little crowded." 

"Mmm, and how did the paper go?" 

"Really well, I got an A , but my teacher was really 
impressed with the extent of the research and 
references. I asked Mr. Cummins if I could bring my 
study pals here to research and he said yes, but not if 
he was hosting a meeting or a dinner, so check with Oma 
first. Worked well so far. And the range of materials 
here are just unbelievable, better than the school 
library and the Internet is not filtered so I can get a 
lot of research materials here that I can't at school. 
Come on I will show you around the rest of the house." 

"Are there many business meetings here?" Loni asked as 
they left the library. Ana's was certainly a young woman 
and moved like...Get a grip Loni thought, she is 
fourteen. 

"A few a week, actually. Mostly I get home and there are 
cars all over the place. I use the tradesman's entrance 
then, otherwise the front door is OK. There have been 
some dinners with some of his executives or visitors, 
but not many. It was my birthday last Wednesday and we 
got lucky, there was no meeting so we used the formal 
dining room, better than the kitchen table." 

"How is your mother getting on?" Fifteen now, look but 
no touching...

"Ah, really well. She got a job with some electronics 
firm, doing research, she says it is exciting to be 
really working again, instead of being a menial. 
Apparently the interviewer took a look at the address 
and fell over themselves offering her a job." 

"Ah yes, employment by zip code, it can make a 
difference." Ana went through to the kitchen then up the 
rear stairs to the end of the first floor corridor. "I 
normally don't come here, but here is the private dining 
room and Mr. Cummin's private offices and family rooms. 
We go through there to get to the front of the building, 
where the Library is, below us, with a parlour and 
formal dining room. The guest rooms are here, and 
through that arch is the south wing. Upstairs are 
utility rooms and the old children's and nanny's rooms."

"No one there then?" 

"No, Mr. Cummin's wife and son were killed in a car 
accident years ago." 

"Oh, I didn't know that. Sorry to hear it." Loni said, 
obviously embarrassed. 

"Apparently he nearly didn't give Oma the job because 
she asked if it was OK to bring us with her. It was a 
live-in job and she did not want to leave us where we 
were. Well, that is what Oma thinks, but he has been 
really nice to us since we got here." I'll say he has, 
given me a lot more than I'll tell you, Ana thought. 
"One of his execs though told Oma that she must be 
working some kind of magic on him because his staff have 
never seen him smile so much. 

"When we got here, most of the house was dark and musty 
and silent. Oma has really opened it up and it looks 
more like it is a home now, not just a building. Even 
the grounds keeper and his wife notice the change in 
him. Come on, let's go to my favourite part of the 
house."

As they went downstairs again, Loni thought she could 
smell chlorine, pool chlorine. "Mamma fixed up the gym, 
got some new equipment and we use it every day. Then the 
pool was cleaned, the filter repaired and I can swim 
anytime I am home. Come in." Ana pushed through the door 
and Loni saw the pool, long and narrow, and a set of 
doors at the end. "The gym and sauna are through there, 
but I just love the pool." Ana went to the side of the 
pool and waited for Loni to catch her up. "Mr. Cummins 
has an exercise routine in the mornings, but I use it in 
the afternoons with Oma and Mamma, it is brilliant." 

"Must be nice, all this luxury." 

"Mmmm it would be if I earned it I think. I just have to 
remind myself that I am a guest and that I could be 
kicked out if I don't look after things. Mamma made that 
pretty clear from the start."

"Sensible attitude," Loni replied and visualised Ana in 
the pool, naked, her hair streaming around her, breasts 
awash in the flow of water,.... Ana was saying 
something. "Sorry, I wasn't listening." 

"Ah, it's OK, but I was asking if you wanted to stay for 
lunch, there is plenty of food in the kitchen, so just 
an informal meal, if you like?" 

"Ahh,-" Oh mother save me... "I-

"Oh please stay, with Mamma and Oma not here, this place 
gets pretty large." 

"Ohh," against her better judgment Loni found herself 
agreeing to stay for a light lunch. 

Obviously delighted, Ana said, "In that case, would you 
like a swim? Plenty of towels in the lockers there." 

"Oh, I didn't bring a swim suit," Loni said, oh my..she 
thought.

"That's OK, it's only us here, Mr. Cummins is on the 
West Coast, Mamma and Oma are not going to be back until 
well after lunch. A quick swim and we can be talking at 
the table if they come home sooner."

"Ana," Loni started, but Ana had turned away and was 
already taking her clothes off. In seconds she was naked 
and turned to look at Loni, "Oh please, come in" and she 
dived into the pool, strongly swimming away from the end 
they were at. Loni just looked at her and was stunned by 
how closely her earlier vision of a naked Ana in the 
pool became as she stopped swimming, turned onto her 
back and back-stroked towards Loni again. Ana got to the 
end of the pool and, using the ladder, climbed out. 

Loni saw a naked Venus rising from the water. Rivulets 
of water glistened from every muscle, every surface, 
over her cute ass, and her long, gorgeous legs. Ana 
turned and walked towards Loni, and stopped just short 
of her. Loni's reaction was pure lust, but she refused 
to move, give any indication of what she was thinking. 
"You'll love it, promise," cajoled Ana. 

"Barely trusting herself to talk, Loni said, "I- I " she 
hesitated looking at the figure, the breasts, the secret 
region of her mons of this beautiful young woman. Then 
she thought a moment and asked, "Ana, are you trying to 
seduce me?" Obviously surprised and a little 
embarrassed, Ana stuttered, "I-I..." 

"A little clumsy actually, have you ever tried to seduce 
a woman before?" 

Ana shook her head thinking that she better get this 
right. "No," a little tremulously, "I have never 
tried.... anyone before." 

"Why me and why now then?" Loni asked.

"I feel like.... I feel like I just want to kiss you, 
and have you kiss me," she said in a rush. "Then see 
what happens next." 

"Oh, you do?" Ana looked away and nodded. Loni reached 
out, and touched her face, gently nudging it back to 
meet her eyes, knowing she was lost, she was going to 
have this child-woman. "Why me?" 

"Because...." Ana started, "Because every time you look 
at me I feel my stomach going flip-flop." 

"Are you gay Ana? A lesbian?" 

"No, well, at least I don't think so, but maybe, I don't 
know." 

"Mmmm well, why then did you think I was?" 

"I don't know. All I know is that when I was with you, I 
felt something from you. I know I want you to kiss me 
and touch me, and I know I have not felt that from any 
other woman before." 

"Ah... how about boys? What about Mr. Cummins."

"Nah, boys are dumb, too stupid. Maybe when I get to med 
school they won't be but right now.." 

"Right now you what?" Loni knew she would need to be 
careful here, she didn't want to get carried away with a 
power trip, the power she obviously has over this woman-
child. 

"I don't want to get involved with a boy, but I know I 
want some kind of relationship, and I thought maybe 
you..." she let that trail off. 

"Maybe I will what?" Loni asked, gently.

"You're a woman, you know things, I would like to know 
those things too and I was kind of hoping you would show 
me." 

"Why then did you think of me?" Loni almost whispered. 

"Because I know that you feel something for me, I am 
just not sure what it is. I know I feel I want you to do 
something to me, to teach me, and I know I get really 
horny and I just have to masturbate when I think of 
you." Ana stopped as if she was shocked by her own 
revelation. 

"Some girls masturbate over Brad Pitt, but that does not 
mean they will ever get the opportunity to actually bed 
him, even if they knew him personally." 

"I know," Ana stated, "But, the first time we met three 
years ago, I knew you were special. That you were 
special to me. Until I worked out the sex thing, I 
didn't know how special you were or what you would mean 
to me." Ana reach out and touched Loni on the cheek, and 
stepped forward, seemingly embarrassed by her own 
actions, she leant forward and tried to kiss Loni, Loni 
backed off a little, then thought, Why the fuck not, she 
is throwing herself at me. Loni turned her face back to 
Ana and kissed her. 

Ana was shivering, but it wasn't from the cold. She took 
Loni's hand and said, "My room is in the north wing..." 
she pleaded. 

"In the pool," Loni said as she caressed Ana's ass. 
"Undress me," she commanded. 

Ana immediately reached for the zip on Loni's jacket, 
pulling it down, then pushing the jacket over her 
shoulders. as it slipped to the floor, Ana kissed Loni 
again, and began to undo the buttons on Loni's blouse. 
Going as far as she could, Ana undid the belt at Loni's 
waist, and then the buttons holding her slacks. Ana 
realised then that Loni had to have her sneakers taken 
off, she kissed the bare skin accessible through the 
open blouse and then as he opened the flaps of Loni's 
slacks, Ana knelt and kissed the skin exposed. 

Reaching down, Ana slid one shoe off, then the other and 
pulled Loni's slacks down. Before Ana rose, she pushed 
her face into the now exposed silken material of Loni's 
underwear, taking in the heady, musty aroma of Loni's 
mounting excitement.    

Undoing the last of the button on Loni's blouse, Ana 
kissed her way up Loni's body, pushing the blouse off of 
Loni's body, allowing it to fall to the floor. Ana 
continued to kiss over Loni's breasts and up her neck, 
kissing the side of her face, and her lips. Reaching 
around Loni, Ana undid the bra clasps and pulled the bra 
forward. Ana continued to kiss Loni downward, not giving 
her a chance to respond, sucking on each of Loni's 
nipples. 

Loni moaned as her enjoyment of the lavish attention of 
this gorgeous girl's overtook her nerves, her emotions. 
Ana continued downward, and hooking her thumbs into the 
lacy underwear, finally had Loni naked as herself, then 
she kissed Loni's finely trimmed mons. Loni stepped out 
of her fallen clothes and hand in hand, they walked to 
the edge of the pool. 

Ana stepped into the water, Loni a half-step behind her. 
They walked down the steps and allowed the water to wash 
over them. Together, they waded toward the deeper end 
and Loni stopped when the water was just above waist 
height, pulled Ana to her and kissed her. Loni ran her 
hands over Ana's body, touching the secret places that 
would elicit a response from the younger woman. Using 
the buoyancy of the water, Loni wrapped her legs around 
Ana, pushing her hips into Ana's waist. 

Ana wasn't sure what she was doing but let Loni do as 
she wanted as she supported both their weights. Loni 
dropped a leg and shifted slightly to bring it up 
between Ana's legs. Ana could feel the stiff hairs of 
Loni's pubes on her thigh as Loni started rubbing 
herself on Ana's thigh. Ana pushed her thigh harder onto 
Loni's snatch and found she too could rub her clit on 
Loni's thigh. Kissing and masturbating in the pool, they 
were unable to maintain their equilibrium and soon found 
themselves spluttering after an unexpected dunking. 

"Come on," Loni suggested, "Come and sit on the edge of 
the pool." Ana nodded and using the advantage of the 
water, she leveraged herself out and spun in the air to 
sit on the edge. She move forward as Loni spread Ana's 
knees. "Lean back a little," she asked. Ana did and in 
moments she felt Loni's hot breath on her mons and her 
labia lips being probed and penetrated by Loni's tongue. 
Foreplay here was an optional extra, Ana thought, but it 
didn't matter, she was really enjoying Loni licking her 
out. The fact that she was sitting on the side of the 
pool, being eaten by a woman who was not a relative 
really got Ana turned on. Two firsts, sex in the pool, 
well, OK, on the side of the pool, and sex with Loni, 
just brilliant she thought as she let herself be taken 
away by the pleasure that Loni was giving her.        

A few minutes later, Ana began to notice the cold, even 
though Loni's tongue was distracting her. Sitting up, 
Loni lifted her head and before she had a chance to say 
anything, Ana said, "Swap" Loni smiled and asked "You 
sure?" "Yes," replied Ana, "Do the same as you did." 
Loni used the same technique Ana had and then positioned 
herself on the edge of the pool. 

Ana started by kissing Loni on the thighs, tasting the 
chlorine covered skin, Ana realised this was not a tasty 
exercise, so dove straight into Loni's half shaven 
snatch. Over the pubis, there was a fine covering of 
trimmed pubic hair that had trapped the water and again, 
it was not all that tasty. Wiping her tongue over Loni's 
clit and then down lower onto the labia lips, Ana felt 
the soft, smooth skin give way, allowing access to the 
slick and rather tasty juices lining the inner lips of 
Loni's labia. 

Plunging her tongue deep into the now slickened vagina, 
Ana touched and tasted as much of Loni's sex as she 
could. Slowly withdrawing, she lapped the top of the 
vaginal opening and then, using the bottom of her 
tongue, caressed the lower part of Loni's sex hole. Ana 
repeated this and then plunged back into the now eager 
hole as deep as she could. Ana set this up as a routine 
and Loni responded as Ana's tongue gave her so much 
pleasure. Within seconds, Loni realised that Ana was an 
experienced lover, she had had women before, but how 
many, she wondered as the waves of pleasure emanated 
from her most private parts and flowed through her body.   

This, thought Ana as her tongue brought pleasure to 
Loni, was really the start of her longer term plan, but 
it was going to have to wait until she was older. No-one 
else would help her in this plan, only Loni, but she 
would not know it until Ana was 18. Oh, Ana thought, 
smiling to herself, an awful lot of sex in the meantime, 
then for the real adventure. 

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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