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Isabelle’s Family Secret
by Amour (no address provided)

***

An unexpected encounter with her father leaves fifteen-
year-old Isabelle dreaming of a romance with the 
handsome but mysterious man renting the house next door. 
(Mf, ped, reluc, inc, asian, rom)

***

Chapter 1

Conner moved into the rental house next door to my 
family last September, right about the time I was 
starting ninth grade. I didn’t pay any attention to him 
at first; he was just another tenant who’d probably be 
gone before the end of the school year. I’d see him 
sometimes as I walked home from school, driving by in a 
black convertible sports car, hair mussed up by the 
wind, sunglasses, radio playing; he never so much as 
looked at me, but there was a certain aura about him 
that I found intriguing, and as time went by thoughts of 
him began to intrude during my classes at school, and as 
I prayed in church on Sunday, and when I lay in bed at 
night.

In all my life I’d never had an experience like this; I 
hadn’t even spoken to him, and yet I couldn’t get him 
out of my mind; it was crazy, the only thing I knew 
about him was that he was much older than me, and that 
didn’t matter because I had fallen completely in love 
with him. I know it doesn’t make sense but my feelings 
were real and I had to deal with it, so I decided that I 
simply had to meet him, make friends, and find out what 
he was like, which would have been great, if only a 
certain incident hadn’t sidetracked my plans.

It happened one day after school, I was talking with my 
girlfriend, Mallory, complaining about how I’d never 
even kissed a guy and wouldn’t know what to do if 
presented with the opportunity, and then, out of 
nowhere, Mallory offers to teach me the fine points of 
locking lips. Now to be honest I was startled by the 
idea of kissing another girl, and I suppose I was a 
little naive at the time, but Mallory said it was only 
“practice,” and it would be our “little secret,” so I 
fell for it and invited her over to my house that very 
afternoon.

I told mom and dad that we’d be studying in my room for 
a while, and once we were up there Mallory went right to 
work; getting me on the bed, pressing her lips over 
mine, rubbing her body on me, squeezing my breasts, 
pinching my nipples, taking me far beyond the mere 
kissing lesson that I’d agreed to, and perhaps she did 
take advantage of me, but it was my choice to go along 
with it, nobody forced me. 

A rush of wonderful feelings swept over me as Mallory 
had her way with my flesh, the sensations were too good 
to resist, and who knows how far we might have gone if 
my dad hadn’t walked into the room and caught Mallory 
with her hand under my skirt. I swear, it was so 
embarrassing, my dad is a serious man and I was 
terrified that I had disgraced him, I didn’t have a clue 
how he would react, I only knew that my panties were wet 
when he sat down next to me on the bed.

My dad spoke in a soft voice, asking what we were doing, 
and I explained how I never got to be with guys and just 
wanted to learn how to kiss, and he reflected on how he 
had raised me and at least considered that he may have 
been too strict. Then he put his arms around me, holding 
me tight, kissing me in a manner unlike he had ever done 
before, softly at first, then with more urgency, 
slipping his tongue inside my mouth; I couldn’t believe 
it!

I sat between them on the side of the bed. Mallory’s 
eyes opened wide as she watched my dad unbutton my 
shirt, she heard him say that he was going to teach me 
everything, and she witnessed him putting his hands 
under my skirt, pulling my panties down, and her face 
turned red as he positioned me on my back, spreading my 
legs apart, and her nipples became hard when he climbed 
on top of me, pushing himself inside, doing it to me for 
the first time.

I know that some people will say that I should feel bad 
about what happened, and that I should have stopped him, 
or at least tried to, or even reported him, but you have 
to understand that looking at something like this from 
the outside and actually being involved are two very 
different things. The truth is this; I’m glad it 
happened, I am what I am, and nobody has a right to tell 
me how I should feel.

Life changed for me after that day, my need to be 
satisfied on a regular basis ratcheted up dramatically; 
I was no longer able to go for extended periods of time 
without sexual release, at the very minimum I had to 
masturbate every day or otherwise I became irritable and 
couldn’t sleep. Fortunately for me, self-gratification 
wasn’t always necessary, my life as a schoolgirl 
presented abundant carnal opportunities.

It wasn’t long after my fatherly initiation that I 
noticed my science teacher, Mr. Watson, taking an 
interest in me that went beyond the boundary of a 
typical student-teacher relationship. The flirtations 
were innocent enough until one day during class when I 
caught him looking under my skirt while I sat at my 
desk, and trust me, it was a lot more than just a casual 
glance; the man was really checking me out.

I was flattered by his attention and decided to provoke 
him a little more by first raising my hand to ask a 
question, and then innocently moving my legs apart to 
give him a better view. The poor man tried to act 
professional, but his eyes repeatedly dipped down to 
feast on my thighs; if my teacher only knew that his 
behavior was making my pussy slobbering wet.

This was the last class of the day, and when it was over 
I let the other kids rush out of the room ahead of me, 
then I slowly walked by Mr. Watson’s desk, one toe in 
front of the other, gently swaying my hips, feeling his 
eyes following me like radar.

“Oh Miss Tanaka, would you be willing to stay after 
school for a while and grade papers for some extra 
credit?”

I turned in quick pivot, skirt flaring out around me. 
“I’d love to Mr. Watson!”

The science classroom has a secluded nook in back that’s 
used for storing things like beakers and test tubes, Mr. 
Watson’s desk is back there as well, and that’s where he 
had me grade the papers. I sat down on the wood chair, 
letting my skirt pull up a little too high, and naughty 
me, I left it there. I didn’t bother to ask myself why I 
was acting this way, or where it could lead; I suppose I 
just liked the personal attention from a man.

There was a tension in the air that made me squirm on 
the chair; I was well aware of this teacher’s reputation 
for compelling personal favors from his female students; 
was that the reason he had me stay after class? Would I 
be the next girl to stumble into his snare? I tried to 
focus my mind on the project he’d assigned me, but I 
could feel him staring at me as he walked around the 
room; maybe if I asked a question it would calm me down.

“Excuse me; I’m unsure how to grade this question, would 
you help me please?” 

The next thing I knew he was standing next to me, 
leaning over the table, his eyes moving back and forth 
between my legs and where my finger was pointing on the 
paper. It was embarrassing to see him looking at me like 
that, but I found it exciting too.

Now I could have lowered my skirt, but I didn’t, I just 
sat there, expecting an answer to my question. What I 
got instead was the sight of his hand moving off the 
edge of the desk, reaching down to where I sat, pulling, 
up my skirt, touching my panties with a single 
fingertip, right on top of my clitoris, sending powerful 
shudders all through my body. 

“Miss Tanaka, you’re a good student, I’m proud of you,” 
he said while rubbing my pussy. “Thank you Mr. Watson, I 
enjoy science.”

“I want to ensure that you continue to have success in 
my class, but that will require my giving you some 
private instruction.”

“I’d like that Mr. Watson,” I said while slowly opening 
my legs a little further. My mother would kill me if she 
saw how I was behaving.

My teacher rubbed me between my legs, making my panties 
scrunch-up beneath his molesting hand; the white cotton 
stretched and pushed to the side, exposing my pussy lips 
to his fingertips. I met his lecherous gaze with a sappy 
schoolgirl smile just before he lowered his mouth to 
mine for a tongue probing kiss and a thorough fingering 
as well. I guess I had it coming after the way I acted 
in class.

“I never knew the ninth grade could be so much fun,” I 
whispered in his ear.

“You’re right Miss Tanaka; it can be a lot of fun, 
especially if a girl knows how to handle herself.”

Mr. Watson took my hand and pulled me up to my feet, 
then he turned me around to face the desk while he stood 
behind me; I felt his hand softly push on my shoulders 
until I was forced to lean over the edge of the desk, 
with my bottom thrust out in front of him. 

“Do you want me to keep grading papers?”

Mr. Watson took hold of me just below my hips, pulling 
up my skirt, squeezing my bottom. “Let’s take a break 
Miss Tanaka; I have something else for you do.”

“Um, is this the private instruction to ensure I do well 
in your class?”

“You catch on fast Miss Tanaka.”

A puff of cool air wafted over my crotch when he pulled 
the panties off my bottom and down over my ankles. I 
couldn’t see anything back there, but I heard the clank 
of a belt buckle and the rip of a zipper; he held me by 
the waist, pressing up behind me, rubbing and stiffening 
until he extended straight out between my legs; I 
gripped the edge of the desk and prepared myself, 
closing my eyes as he centered the tip of his cock 
between my pussy lips.

“AAAAHHHH, Mr. Watson!” I moaned.

The desk jerked on the floor as my teacher stroked his 
cock into my tight cunt hole; the searing pleasure took 
my mind away to a place where there were no bullies, no 
crippling shyness, no shame, hurt feelings, or worries 
about what other people think; there was only the joy of 
being filled by a man; why couldn’t I feel this way all 
the time?

“You’re the prettiest girl in the ninth grade.”

“Thank you Mr. Watson.”

“Have you done this with any other teachers?”

“Oh no Mr. Watson, you’re my very first.”

“Your pussy is so welcoming, you feel just like a 
woman.”

“What a wonderful compliment Mr. Watson!”

“You know Miss Tanaka, I’ve waited for this since you 
first came to school here in the seventh grade.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

“The fruit should ripen before it’s plucked.”

“Oh, I get it, mmmmmm, Mr. Watson, aaahhh, you make me 
feel so good.”

“I was certain that was how you’d respond, Miss Tanaka, 
you see, the way you acted in class today made it was 
obvious that you were in the mood for some adult 
supervision.”

“I think the feeling was mutual, Mr. Watson, I know you 
like young girls like me.”

That comment seemed to get him going; my teacher pounded 
my pussy fast and hard, like a dog humping its mate on 
the playground, and I responded by arching my back, 
pushing my ass upward so that my cunt would receive the 
full length of his cock. I loved being able to captivate 
a man’s mind, arousing him and making him want me.

“I’m going to come in your hot pussy.”

“You naughty teacher! What would the principal say?”

“AAAAHHHH,” he moaned while twisting himself inside of 
me.”

I knew from experience that the end was near so I 
gripped the edge of the desk, pushing my ass backward 
against him. In an odd way I felt grateful for the 
preparation my dad had given me; I was easily able to 
accommodate the most violent thrusts that Mr. Watson 
could deliver, and I knew how to handle the situation 
when he leaned over and gripped my shoulders, pressing 
himself far inward, grunting and shaking and twitching 
inside me with spasms that expelled his hot seed deep 
within my belly.

The sound of rambunctious junior high kids drifted into 
the classroom from the hallway, car doors slammed and 
school bus engines roared in the parking lot. My teacher 
pulled his cock out of me, the passion returned to the 
place it came from, and the world as it really is came 
back to me; soon I would have to go home, practice 
piano, and be a good daughter.

I stood up, turning my eyes away from him, pulling up my 
panties, straightening my disheveled skirt, wondering 
what he really thought of me, and then I noticed the 
mess I’d made on the desk.

“Look Mr. Watson, the homework papers on your desk are 
wet, I think I drooled, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll say my dog got a hold of it.”

“You’re funny.”

“Thank you for staying after class Miss Tanaka, the 
extra credit will guarantee you an ‘A’ in my 
class.”

“I was getting an ‘A’ already.”

“Ah yes, that’s right; in that case we’ll just have to 
think of it like an insurance policy. Now don’t forget 
to do your homework this weekend.”

“I won’t, see you on Monday Mr. Watson.” 

I walked out of the classroom and found Mallory hanging 
around in the hallway, waiting for me like a lonesome 
puppy; she always wants to walk home with me after 
school. Today she insisted that we walk home by way of 
the trail through the woods, and I knew the reason why; 
she wanted to get me alone.

We made our way along the dirt path until the dense 
trees concealed us from the road, then Mallory turned 
around, pushing me up against a tree, kissing me and 
putting her hand under my skirt; it had become a rather 
dull routine with us, but I always let her do it because 
she’s my friend, and besides, Mallory knows the family 
secret so I have to keep her happy.

Had I become a slut? Everyone would think so if they 
knew I was making-out with my girlfriend only minutes 
after having full-blown sex with my teacher. Oh well, I 
guess a girl just gets lucky sometimes, and today I was 
really fortunate, Mallory was dropping to her knees, 
pulling down my panties; I was about to get my pussy 
licked by a little girl just like me.

I held my skirt up and assumed a wide stance while 
leaning back against the tree. Malloy ran her hand 
between my legs, touching me everywhere, even on my 
sensitive anus, and then she moved her mouth to my 
pussy, flicking my clitoris with the tip of her tongue 
while fingering me at the same time.

“Wow Isabelle, you’re all wet for me today, I’ve never 
seen you like this.”

I couldn’t tell her that my pussy was still in the 
afterglow from being pommelled by an older man’s cock, 
especially Mr. Watson’s cock; you see, Mallory had 
always warned be about the “lecherous science teacher,” 
it was like she was jealous of him or something; I’d 
simply have to tell a lie.

“It’s the way you do me Mallory, I mean, your tongue is 
amazing.”

Mallory seemed encouraged by the compliment and 
proceeded to get her face all the way down underneath 
me, wiggling her tongue inside my pussy, licking the 
walls of my vagina, and I once again drifted away to my 
happy place, moaning and rocking my hips, occasionally 
bumping my clitoris against her nose, savoring the 
ensuing bursts of pleasure.

All of a sudden Mallory pulled her head away from me, 
coughing and clearing her throat, and when I looked I 
down at her I saw gooey white stuff smeared around her 
mouth; oh no, Mr. Watson’s semen was draining out of me; 

Mallory’s face had become my toilet.

“I can tell I’m making you hot,” she said, “you’re 
flowing like a river.”

Mallory smiled and licked a glob of Mr. Watson’s 
discharge from the corner of her mouth and swallowed, 
completely oblivious to what was really happening, and I 
had to keep her that way.

“Mmmm, I like it, put your tongue back in there and lick 
me some more.”

The words I spoke to Mallory sounded like they had come 
from a stranger; I’d changed so much that I almost 
didn’t recognize the girl I had become. It was only a 
few months ago that my life had been all about homework, 
piano lessons and gossip, but not anymore, now I was 
consumed with something that refused to be satisfied; I 
guess a little daddy diddling will do that to a girl, if 
she isn’t careful.



Chapter 2

The start of summer vacation cleared the cobwebs out of 
my mind and made me realize that I was in a period of 
transition; up to this point I had lived my life to 
please my father, he had been my foundation, but now, 
after so much had happened, I knew that I had to take 
the next step, it was time to break away from him and 
forge a relationship with someone outside of the family, 
and that brought me back to the man who lived next door.

My fascination with Conner simmered through the last 
months of the school year, and now that summer was here 
I had nothing to think about except him; there was no 
doubt in my mind that we were meant to be together, I 
even believed that some higher power had brought him 
here just for me, but at the same time I was crippled 
with self-doubt, I felt like I was soiled merchandise; 
if Conner knew the truth he’d probably think I was 
garbage, and I wouldn’t blame him.

Let’s be realistic, what would Conner possibly want with 
a silly schoolgirl like me? After all, he could have any 
girl he wanted, he was good looking and obviously 
successful, but I noticed that he never had anyone over 
to visit and he seldom went out on the weekends; maybe 
the answer was so simple that I’d missed it; he might 
just need a friend.

Fruitless days and weeks passed me by, the month of June 
was almost gone and I still hadn’t so much as spoken to 
Conner; I was desperate, something simply had to happen 
today or else! It was Saturday morning and his car was 
in the driveway; I hatched a plan to hang around the 
neighborhood until he came outside, but I still had to 
figure out how to approach him; it’s like I want him so 
bad, but I don’t know what I’d do if I actually got him. 
I really am pitiful.

I finished breakfast well ahead of my parents and little 
sister and then hurried upstairs to get first dibs on 
the shower; it was a big deal to look nice for Conner so 
I planned to shampoo and blow-dry my hair and put on a 
cute summer outfit. I looked in the mirror as I brushed 
my teeth, wondering if he would have any qualms about 
being with an Asian girl, imagining that he’d secretly 
been wanting me all this time; I was totally ready to 
start my new life with Conner, but then my dad came into 
the bathroom and closed the door.

“Dad, what are you doing? I’m getting ready to take a 
shower,” I said with toothpaste bubbling from the corner 
of my mouth. 

“We haven’t had much time together since school let out; 
you’re always running off with your friends.”

I watched him in the mirror as I took a handful of water 
and rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth, wiping my 
face with a towel; he was standing so close behind me 
that I was kind of trapped against the sink.

“Dad, this isn’t a good time, what about Mom and Jodie, 
they might come up here.” I pulled my bathrobe tight 
around my waist.

“They’ll be busy with breakfast for a while.”

“But Dad, I’m not in the mood.”

I swear I tried to resist, I really did, but the summer 
robe didn’t provide much protection, and I wasn’t 
wearing a bra or panties so I was defenseless when he 
slipped his hand inside the robe, moving his fingers 
over my breasts, causing my nipples to tingle, making me 
wet; 

I hated myself for being so weak. 

“Pleeeease Dad, not now.”

I tightened the sash that kept the robe wrapped around 
my waist, but a simple swipe of his arm pulled the robe 
wide open. The mirror reflected an image of his hand 
moving between my legs, he didn’t even pretend to ask 
permission, he just did it, as if I was his personal 
property, something he could do with as he pleased.

My dad’s finger slid with authority over the length of 
my pussy lips, stopping only to circle my clitoris with 
a deftness that sent shivers up my spine; heartbeats 
thumping in my chest foretold the future, it was going 
to happen, and resist though I may, soon enough I would 
surrender and embrace the lustful union with my father. 
What was happening to me? I didn’t know who I was 
anymore. What kind of girl am I?

“Daaaad, noooooo,” I said in a whiny, little girl voice.

He took hold of me under the shoulders, picking me up 
and setting me on the counter, his robe falling open, 
freeing his dong to swing in the air between us. I 
watched it grow and levitate like a magic wand as he 
lifted up my knees, scrunching me up against the mirror, 
a little roll of baby-fat creasing across my stomach, my 
pussy lips spreading open; how could Conner ever love a 
girl who would do something like this?”

“It’s early in the morning, what’s gotten into you?” 

I whispered.

“Isabelle, the sight your firm little bottom bouncing 
beneath your bathrobe is more than any man can be 
expected to resist.”

“But isn’t this the kind of thing you should be doing to 
Mom?”

“You are better than your mother.”

“I don’t believe you said that.”

I closed my eyes and pictured myself with Conner; he 
told me that he loved me and wanted to be with me 
forever; he carried me to his room and laid me on the 
bed and I told him everything about me and he said the 
past was gone and the only thing that mattered was the 
two of us, and then he made love to me.

“Ooohhh, that’s nice,” I moaned.

He pushed and stroked, going in deep, pulling out and 
rubbing it over my pussy lips, slapping it down on my 
clitoris before driving it back in. His eyes were 
reddened with a base lust that stoked the sensual fire 
in my teenage mind, corrupting me and encouraging me to 
act like I’d never dreamed; clawing at his arms and 
thrusting my cunt over his shaft; all I wanted was to be 
filled up with my daddy’s man-flesh.

“Oh yes Daddy, fuck me now; fuck me more!”

“Isabelle, watch your language, I’m still your father.”

“I know Daddy, I can’t help it.” He pulled his cock out 
while talking to me.

“It appears that you have some tension built up that 
needs relieving.”

“How could you tell?”

“You’re my daughter, I can tell a great deal just by 
looking at you; I sensed your sexual frustrations during 
breakfast, that’s why I came up here.” 

“Mmmmm Daddy, you know me so well.”

“I know how to take care of my little girl.”

“Oh wow, you’re big and hard Daddy! Put it back in and 
fuck me!”

He didn’t scold me for my language a second time; he was 
too far gone, having slipped under the dark waves of 
pleasure, down here with me. A layer of pussy juice 
slathered over my father’s cock, lubricating his 
lecherous presence inside me, and I held onto the edge 
of the counter, steadying myself, as I absorbed the 
relentless pounding that rocked me against the mirror.

“Do I really look sexy in a bathrobe?”

“Yes, the way you sashay about in a bathrobe is very 
seductive, especially when your nipples are hard; this 
morning I wanted to feel-you-up at the kitchen table, 
but I couldn’t do that in front of your mother and 
sister.”

“But you can now; after all, you’re my father and this 
is your house; you can do anything you want to me.”

“You are a good girl Isabelle; you’ll make a fine wife 
for some lucky man.”

“Ooohhh yes Daddy, I want to be a good wife, I want to 
make my man happy, teach all that I need to know.”

“You have already mastered the art of arousing a man, it 
is an awesome power, but now I must prepare you for what 
can happen once you’ve awakened the lust in a man’s 
heart.

“I understand Daddy; I want you to prepare me right 
now.”

My father honored my request by making long thrusts into 
my little pussy, while at the same time reaching out and 
twisting my nipples between his fingers; my arm flinched 
outward, bumping the faucet, accidentally turning on the 
water, but neither of us bothered to turn it off.

“Oooohhhh fuck me, Daaaaady,” I warbled in delirium.

“Isabelle, you have acquired a taste for the delicacies 
of adulthood, you are sexed beyond your years, and you 
are not afraid to ask for what you want; I am proud of 
you.”

“I want to be a sexy girl for my daddy.”

A series of images flashed into my mind as I looked down 
at my father’s cock penetrating my stretched open pussy; 
I saw my friends at school, my mom and sister, our 
preacher and Conner; it was like they were all here in 
the bathroom with us, watching my dad twisting my 
nipples, getting up close and looking as he shoved his 
cock into me, noticing the way I welcomed it, and how 
the love-syrup dripped out of my cunt in appreciation.

“What would people think if they knew what you do to 
me?”

“That would be bad.”

“But you do it anyway, you can’t stop, can you Daddy?”

“You’re such a hot little girl, resisting you is not an 
option.”

My dad’s humping caused me to bounce on the counter, so 
I put my hands around his neck and hooked my feet behind 
his back for stability, and then I pulled myself against 
his chest and held on with all my weight falling down on 
his upward pumping shaft; he was sweating and clenching 
his teeth and grunting, and I trembled with lovely waves 
of pleasure, knowing it was wrong to be fucking my 
daddy, but loving it anyway.

“I bet you’d like to come inside me.”

“Oh Isabelle; aaaarrrggghhh!”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

The sensation was like we were sky-diving and I was 
clinging to him before the parachute opened, riding atop 
his powerful penis, craving the feeling of it plunging 
into me again and again, knowing that it was engorged 
and hardened with the blood spawned from taboo lust. His 
strong arms squeezed me, forcing the air out of my 
lungs, and I trembled and dug my fingernails into his 
back, delighting in the contractions that rippled 
through my pussy; and then his cock began to leap inside 
of me with pulsations that flooded my teenage pussy with 
his manly ejaculate, and finally it was over.

My father set me back on the counter and pulled out of 
me, a slimy coating of my fluids soaked his shrinking 
cock and pubic hair, and as for me, there was a splotch 
of white semen that filled the space between my pussy 
lips, kind of like whipped cream on top of a cherry pie.

The sound of water coming out of the faucet filled the 
bathroom like a freakish anthem to what we had done, and 
when I turned the water off the silence was even worse; 
this was a time when honest feelings ought to be shared, 
but we wouldn’t be doing anything like that.

There’s a rapid change in my emotions after having an 
encounter with my dad, the passion dissipates almost 
immediately, I just want to get away and blot it out of 
my mind, and that’s the way it was today, our parting 
was simple and efficient, devoid of sentimentality.

“That was nice Isabelle, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

My dad avoided looking at me as he walked out of the 
bathroom. I locked the door after he was gone and turned 
on the shower, stepping under the cleansing stream of 
hot water, watching the whirlpool of suds swirl down the 
drain as I ferociously shampooed my hair, digging my 
fingertips into my scalp until it hurt, scrubbing every 
inch of my skin with a soapy washcloth, and then 
douching as the finishing touch. 

When the shower was over I wrapped myself in clean 
towels and went to my room and lay on the bed, resting 
until the time was right to go outside and find Conner. 
I put a lot of thought into what to wear, eventually 
deciding to keep it simple with my favorite blue denim 
shorts and a pink t-shirt that had a print of a black 
rose on the front. 

I stood in front of the mirror and pretended that I was 
Conner looking at me; it was an appropriate outfit for a 
fifteen-year-old girl, except perhaps for my going 
without a bra, but my little breasts wouldn’t be noticed 
by anyone unless we were in close proximity, and the 
only person I planned on being close to today was 
Conner, and believe me, I wanted him to notice.

The short walk down the stairs seemed like a thousand 
miles. I found my parents and my little sister, Jodie, 
sitting together in the living room; they were watching 
a baseball game on television, the sound of it permeated 
the entire house, I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

“I’m going outside and ride my bike,” I yelled from the 
hallway.

“Alright, but don’t go too far away from home,” my mom 
said.

“I thought you gave up bike riding,” said Jodie.

“I didn’t ‘give it up,’ I just don’t do it as 
much.” 

Actually I had stopped riding my bike because Jodie had 
started riding her bike everywhere; I didn’t want people 
to think we were like twins or something.

“Where are you going?” Jodie asked; she always tries to 
snoop into my business.

“I don’t know.”

“Then how will you know when you get there?”

My little sister sat between my mom and dad holding a 
bowl of popcorn between her legs. I had been brought up 
to be the “good example” for her, I was supposed to be 
her protector and leader, and I accepted that role and 
tried to perform it well, but Jodie is not easily 
managed, and for a seventh grader she’s fiercely strong 
willed and independent.

To be honest my little sister is attractive and 
developing nicely for a thirteen-year-old; she has a 
pretty smile and an athletic figure, and I often see 
grown men noticing the graceful sway of her hips as we 
walk down the aisle at the grocery store. It’s odd 
though, she doesn’t see herself as pretty at all, her 
self-esteem is somewhere down in the gutter.

My sister wants to have the double-eyelid surgery that’s 
currently so popular with Asian girls; she believes that 
her life would somehow be magically transformed if her 
eyes only looked a little rounder. My dad has denied her 
requests for the surgery so far, but Jodie is persistent 
and usually gets her way with him in the end, and I must 
say that I fully expect my dad to eventually have his 
way with her as well.

I went to the garage and pulled out my bicycle from 
behind a stack of cardboard boxes; the baby-blue girl’s 
bike had been given to me as a birthday present several 
years ago and was a little small for me now. I sat down 
on it, carefully wedging the pointed seat between legs, 
and then I saw Conner, he was walking down the driveway 
to pick up the morning newspaper; I couldn’t believe my 
luck.

There was no time to think, I just gathered up all my 
courage and gave the bike a push, coasting down to the 
street, stopping in front of him, heart pounding inside 
my chest; his mouth opened slightly when he saw me, like 
he was about to say something, but he remained silent, 
looking at me with eyes that seemed deep and thoughtful.

“Hi, my name is Isabelle. I’m your neighbor.”

“Nice to meet you Isabelle, I’m Conner.”

“I guess it’s kind of weird that you’ve lived here so 
long and we’re just now meeting.”

“Isabelle, I hope I don’t seem rude, but I have to go 
back inside. Goodbye.”

Conner squeezed the rolled-up newspaper and then turned 
around and returned to his house. I felt embarrassed for 
having subjected him to such an insipid conversation; he 
must think I’m an idiot, why couldn’t I think of 
anything intelligent to say?

The expression on his face puzzled me, I swear he looked 
like he’d seen a ghost, and my own feelings during our 
conversation were strange as well; my pounding heart and 
nervousness had vanished once I was in his presence, I 
felt peaceful and safe with him, kind of like we were 
old friends or something.

I had to plot my next move but I needed time by myself 
to think so I rode by bike down the street, pedaling as 
fast as I could for block after block, houses and fences 
and barking dogs streaming past me in a blur; riding 
until I was well beyond what my mother would consider 
“too far” from home, and I don’t know how much further I 
would have gone if someone hadn’t called out my name.

“Hey Isabelle, what are you doing?”

The voice belonged to Rachel Moran, an eighth grader 
from Fleurton Junior High, where I go to school; she was 
sitting on the sidewalk by the intersection, underneath 
the shady overhang of a Willow tree. She waved at me, so 
I turned my bike around and rode back to her; I needed 
to talk to someone and Rachel would be perfect; she was 
nice, she never gossiped, and I liked her.

“Hi Rachel, what’s going on?”

“I’m walking down to Chloe’s place; I just stopped here 
to rest. What are you doing?”

“I guess I’m really not doing anything except trying to 
figure out how to get a guy to be interested me.”

“That should be easy for a pretty girl like you”.

“I am not pretty.”

“Yes you are!”

“I’m just average.”

“Above average, I’d say, but what’s the big deal about 
this guy?”

“Here’s the problem in a nutshell; I’ve really fallen 
for him, but I’m scared he won’t like me.”

“Who is it?”

“You don’t know him; he’s an older guy, my next door 
neighbor.”

“So let me guess; I bet you haven’t even told him how 
you feel, have you?”

“Of course not, I’ve only spoken to him once, but I’m 
convinced we’re meant to be together, I just don’t know 
how to get things going with him.”

“I think you have a choice Isabelle, it’s like you’re at 
a fork in the road and you have to decide which way to 
turn; you can open your heart and plunge in, or you can 
spend the rest of your life wishing you had.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me?”

“You said the two of you were meant to be together; are 
you willing to risk a broken heart to find out if you’re 
right?”

“Yes I am.”

“There, I think you’ve answered your own question,” 
Rachel said while reaching around her knees, fiddling 
with her shoe laces.

This fortunate meeting with Rachel made me feel like I’d 
been touched by some kind of providence; I mean, if I 
hadn’t run into her I might have wasted the entire day 
riding my bike; now I knew that I had to go back home 
and find some way to take my relationship with Conner to 
the next level.

I stood there in silence for a moment, trying to think 
of a way to thank Rachel, noticing that she had a far-
away look in her eyes, like some profound thought was on 
her mind.

“What have you been doing this summer,” I asked.

“Oh, not much really, Chloe and I have been mostly 
hanging around with our dads; I guess that’s good, it 
keeps us out of trouble. Do you think we’re weird?” 
Rachel’s blue eyes blinked from behind the blonde bangs 
that hung over her eyebrows.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, we’re having a great time, and I guess our dads 
think so too, they spend more time with us than with our 
moms.”

“Why did you ask me if I thought it was weird?”

“I don’t know, maybe I should feel lucky; next weekend 
our moms are going on a church retreat and leaving us at 
home; Chloe’s dad came up with the big idea for us to 
stay at each other’s houses while our moms are gone, he 
says it’ll be fun; I’ll stay with him and Chloe will 
spend the weekend with my dad. It’s all a big secret, 
don’t tell anyone.”

“I’ve never heard of two dads trading their daughters 
for the weekend.”

“Me either.”

It sounded to me as if Rachel was trying to convince 
herself that this was a great idea, and maybe it was, 
but on the other hand it did seem weird, and I was 
trying to think of a way to help her be skeptical about 
it, but just then I saw Conner driving his black 
convertible down the street toward us.

“Rachel look, that’s him.”

My nipples tingled at the sight of Conner’s hair blowing 
in the wind, but what was I going to do now? Rachel 
basically said I could take a chance and plunge in or 
let him slip away, it was up to me and I only had 
seconds to decide as his car approached the 
intersection.

“Hey Conner, please stop.”

I stood up and waved and held my breath, afraid that he 
would ignore me and continue driving as if I didn’t 
exist, but he didn’t, he swerved into the shade next to 
us and turned off the engine. 

“You’re a long way from home Isabelle.”

“I know, I got carried away riding my bike.”

“So why did you want me to stop?”

“I wanted to talk to you, where are you going?”

“I’m making my weekly trip to the grocery store.”

“Can I come with you?”

“You’d be bored.”

“No I wouldn’t.”

“Well, I can’t take you with me anyway.”

“Then could I come over and visit you later?”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea either.”

“Why not, don’t you like me?”

He paused for a moment, keeping a straight face; it was 
hard to read his emotions with sunglasses covering his 
eyes, but I had heard a faint crack in his voice and his 
hands were squeezing the steering wheel. I honestly felt 
like he was scared of me, but I couldn’t believe that he 
actually would be.

“Now Isabelle, of course I like you, how could I dislike 
you if I don’t even know you? We just met this morning.”

“You’re trying to avoid me.”

“That’s because your parents wouldn’t approve of your 
spending time with me.”

“How do you know?”

“What grade are you?”

“I’ll be in tenth grade this fall.”

“That’s how I know. There are laws that say people like 
you and me can’t get involved.”

“I bet there’s no law against being friends.”

He looked back into the car, reaching for the ignition, 
starting the engine, and I almost burst into tears; I 
didn’t want him to leave, all I wanted was to spend time 
with him and talk; how could that be so bad?

“What’s with the black rose?” Conner said as he removed 
the sunglasses; his eyes politely perused the print on 
the front of my shirt, and I felt a degree of 
satisfaction in knowing that he couldn’t help but notice 
my breasts.

“I bought this shirt because the black rose matches my 
hair, do you like it?” I arched my back and turned from 
side to side, hair swinging over my shoulders.

“I just like flowers, that’s all, but it’s time for me 
to go, think about what I said Isabelle; I know you’re a 
good girl.”

Conner pushed the car’s stick-shift into gear, the 
rumbling engine became louder as he pulled away from the 
curb; I didn’t want him to have the last word so I 
yelled out to him before he’d gone too far to hear me.

“I’m more grown up than you think!”

The taillights of his car disappeared around the corner 
while the memory of our conversation echoed through my 
mind; I didn’t accept his excuse for avoiding me, there 
had to be a deeper reason and I was determined to find 
out what it was; I had to know the truth.

“He’s really good looking,” Rachel said. “I don’t 
believe you asked him to stop.”

I sat back down on the sidewalk with Rachel. “I’m 
surprised he actually did stop. Do you get the feeling 
he’s kind of nervous around me?”

“That was obvious, but at least he was honest and told 
you why.”

“I think there’s more to it than that, he’s hiding 
something and I’m going to get to the bottom of it, even 
if it takes all summer.”

“Think about it Isabelle, what would people think if 
they saw you with him?”

“What would they think if they knew you were spending 
the weekend with Chloe’s dad?”

Rachel looked down and resumed fiddling with her shoe 
laces. “That’s different; at least I think it is.”

“Don’t worry about me Rachel, I’ve been thinking about 
this for a long time, but listen, Chloe’s dad may have a 
more personal reason for wanting to get you all alone 
for the weekend, after all, you may be just an eighth-
grader, but you’re not hard to look at either.”

“I doubt that, he’s one of my dad’s biggest customers,” 
she said in a voice that seemed to evaporate into 
nothing.

I said goodbye to Rachel and got on my bike to ride back 
home. My heart pounded, but it wasn’t from the exercise, 
I was excited about my first real interaction with 
Conner, I mean, there was emotion in his voice and that 
had to mean something. I think I held up my end of the 
conversation pretty good this time, now I needed an 
encore.

When I got back home a half-hour later I was bursting 
with wild energy. I rode up the driveway and into the 
garage, spinning the bike around on the smooth cement 
floor, losing control, smashing the back tire into my 
dad’s stand-up toolbox. The scene struck me as hilarious 
so I hung my head over the handlebars and giggled.

There was nothing else to do so I remained in the 
garage, sitting on my bike, rocking on the seat and 
looking at Conner’s house; what did he do when he was 
alone in there, it must get terribly lonely, there’s no 
reason for a guy like him to be all by himself, 
especially when a girl like me lives next door.

I moved back on the bike seat, a tingle radiating inside 
my shorts; feelings like this used to pester me only 
occasionally, but now the impulses called for 
gratification several times a day, and now was as good a 
time as any, so I slid back and forth on top of the bike 
seat that fit so perfectly between my thighs, and if 
that wasn’t exciting enough, the next thing I saw was 
Conner’s car returning home. 

He parked in the driveway and got out of the car, 
unloading several brown bags stuffed with groceries. He 
didn’t look in my direction, which was good; I would 
have been embarrassed if he saw me in the back of the 
garage, rubbing myself on a bicycle seat. He’s a great 
looking guy and the sight of him bending over to pick up 
the groceries made me want to hump his leg like a dog.

I pushed my pussy over the bicycle seat while watching 
Conner carry the groceries into the house. I had to find 
a way to get in there with him so we could spend some 
quality time together, then he’d have a chance to see 
that I’m a great girl, and there would be no more lame 
excuses for avoiding me.

The handle bars on the bicycle served as a convenient 
support as I leaned forward, pressing the front of my 
pussy on the seat. I shamelessly arched my back, 
pointing my ass upward, sliding my clitoris backwards 
along the seat, thrusting my hips downward, violently 
rubbing my pussy lips along the contoured curvature that 
snuggled between my legs.

There is a little lump located at the center of the 
bicycle seat which I believe was a manufacturing defect, 
and I noticed from the first time I rode this bike that 
the little lump was positioned so as to inadvertently 
give pleasure to the lucky little girl who sat down on 
top of it; it’s the reason that I became a bike riding 
fanatic.

I loved coasting down rough sections of roadway, leaning 
forward on the seat, my clitoris absorbing every 
delicious vibration that rippled through the frame. In 
time I left my bike for more grown-up pursuits, but now 
we were back together again and the magical seat was 
satisfying me one more time.

I leaned over the handlebars and extended my legs 
backward past the spokes on the rear tire, toes touching 
the concrete floor, balancing the bike like training 
wheels as I humped my crotch on the bike seat, imagining 
that I was with Conner, sitting on top of him, rubbing 
my pussy all over the cock that bulged inside his pants 
just for me.

“Ooohhh Conner, I want you so bad,” my voice echoed 
through the garage.

Rapid-fire jolts of pleasure reverberated through my 
cunt, my panties were all in a bunch and my pussy lips 
mashed open like a suction cup; for a moment it seemed 
like it really was Conner’s cock stroking between my 
legs; if he only could feel the emotion that I had for 
him then he’d surely want me too, how could I make him 
understand?

“Mmmmm Conner, my lover.”

I slowed the movement of my crotch until I was resting 
perfectly still on the bike seat, balancing all my 
weight precisely on top of my clitoris, toes extending 
like a ballet dancer, leg muscles trembling, waves of 
pleasure flooding outward from my cunt as I dreamed of 
holding Conner between my naked thighs.

“Aaaahhhh, fuck me Conner,” I moaned as the orgasm took 
over my body and then quietly slipped away.

After a few minutes had passed I got off the bike and 
stood up with wobbly legs, taking hold of the bottom of 
my shorts, pulling the fabric away from my crotch. So 
much had already happened today and it wasn’t even time 
for lunch. What was I going to do now? Conner might not 
come out of the house for the rest of the weekend.

My parents didn’t pay much attention when I walked past 
where they were sitting in the living room, which was 
fine because I was looking for my little sister and 
didn’t have time for their nitpicking. I looked out the 
kitchen window and saw Jodie sitting at the picnic table 
in the back yard; approaching her was going to be 
awkward, the two of us argue about everything, I think 
she’s spoiled and she thinks I’m bossy, but today I was 
willing to set all that aside because I needed to ask 
her for a huge favor.



Chapter 3

I went outside and joined Jodie at the picnic table; she 
was reading a soccer magazine which was no surprise 
because she’s a little jock. I wish my parents would 
make her study piano, like me, maybe then she’d 
appreciate how hard I work.

“You look strange,” Jodie said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tossed my 
hair back. Do people look weird after masturbating? 

“Your face is all red. What have you been doing?”

“I told you earlier, I went for a bike ride.”

“Where did you go?”

“No place in particular, I just wanted to get away from 
the house for a while.”

“What were you and dad doing in the bathroom this 
morning?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I walked by and heard your voices through the door, and 
then mom saw me and grabbed my arm made me go back to 
the kitchen.”

“It was nothing, we were just talking.”

“Both of you sounded strange; I thought you were getting 
in trouble for something.”

“Believe me, I’m not in trouble, but listen Jodie, I’ve 
been thinking; it seems like you and I are always 
fighting; we get jealous of each other and argue over 
the dumbest stuff; it doesn’t have to be that way. I 
just want you to know that I’m proud to have you for a 
sister.”

Jodie looked down at her magazine and spoke in an 
unusually soft voice, “I never expected you to say 
something like that.”

“I think it’s time that we become a team Jodie, 
supporting each other, I’m on your side and you’re on 
mine; what do you say?”

“I’ve always been on your side, you just didn’t know 
it.”

“I’m glad to hear you feel that way because I have to 
ask you for a personal favor. I’m going to be gone for a 
while this afternoon, I need you to cover for me so Mom 
and Dad won’t get worried and report me missing or 
something.”

“Where are you going?”

I looked over the tall fence toward Conner’s house, the 
daylight curtains concealed the corner room on the 
second floor; I wonder if he ever secretly watched me 
from behind those curtains; maybe he stands up there 
looking for me and longing for me and he just won’t 
admit it.

“I’m going over there,” I said while discretely pointing 
toward Conner’s house.

“Why?”

“I know you’re smart enough to figure that out.”

Jodie’s face went blank for a moment before her eyes 
flickered with understanding, “There’s just that guy who 
lives alone over there.”

“That’s right, and this afternoon he’s going to be alone 
with me.”

“I knew it! I’ve seen you staring at his house when you 
walk by, but why do you like him?”

I searched my heart for a way answer Jodie’s question 
but couldn’t find any words, perhaps that was because I 
hadn’t thought this all the way through, I’d only been 
dealing with it on an emotional level.

“His name is Conner, and I think he’s the greatest guy 
in the world; something happens to me when I talk to 
him, I’ve never felt this way before, I can’t stand to 
be away from him.”

“If Dad found out he’d restrict you to the house until 
you went to college.”

“I feel restricted already. Now listen Jodie, I’m going 
to figure out some excuse to go over there and knock on 
his door. I need you tell Mom and Dad that I went to 
meet a friend and I’ll be back in time for dinner.

“That would be a lie.”

“Not technically, he will be a friend by the time I’m 
done with him, and I will be back for dinner.”

“Okay Isabelle, I’ll do it, but you have to help me too; 
I have my own guy that I’m working on.”

“Really, who is it?”

“His name is William. He lives in the blue house down 
around the corner.”

“Oh yeah, I know who you mean.”

“We just talk occasionally right now, but my plan is for 
us to get a lot more personal, if you know what I mean.”

“Hum, that’s interesting, we both like older guys. 

How did you meet William?”

“One day I was out riding my bike and I saw William 
working in his front yard, I said ‘Hi,’ and he 
smiled and said ‘Hi,’ and for some reason I turned 
around and went back to talk to him.”

“You know Jodie, mom and dad warned us about talking to 
strangers.”

“I considered him a neighbor rather than a stranger; 
anyway, we talked for a long time that day and lots of 
times since then.”

“Do you think he likes you?”

“I know he likes me, I can feel it, and I think the only 
reason he’s holding back is because I’m thirteen years 
old. I get so excited when we’re together, he actually 
talks to me as if I’ve got a brain, and the way he looks 
at me is so intense, it’s like he’s undressing me with 
his eyes.”

“Relationships are complicated Jodie, once you get 
started with him it might be hard to stop.”

“Thank you for being concerned Isabelle, but I think I 
know what I’m doing, I probably have more experience 
with guys than you do.”

“I doubt that, you’re only in seventh grade.”

“I’ve been with an older guy before.”

“Who?”

“Angie’s father.”

“Jodie! How could you? He’s you’re best friend’s dad.”

“It was easy; I go over to Angie’s house all the time 
and he’s usually there, and I guess we kind of flirt, 
which is fun, and on this particular day it was raining 
hard about the time I had to go home and Angie’s dad 
offered to drive me so I wouldn’t have to ride my bike 
and get soaked.”

I saw the excitement in my little sister’s eyes as she 
brought the series of events back to life, her voice 
didn’t betray the slightest hint of regret.”

“Why didn’t you ask Dad to come and get you?”

“I like to handle things for myself and Angie’s dad is 
nice to me so the idea of riding in a car with him 
sounded like fun; Angie’s mom made her stay home and 
help with dinner which left me all alone with him for 
the drive back which was well after dark and everything 
happened so fast, the next thing I knew he pulled the 
car to the side of the road in this isolated place where 
there weren’t any streetlights.”

“Were you scared?” 

“I didn’t have time to get scared because he immediately 
slid over the seat and started feeling under my shirt 
and inside my pants; it felt so good to be appreciated 
by an older guy that I let him do anything he wanted 
like fingering me and putting my hand on his crotch; it 
was the first time that I’d squeezed a guy’s cock, but I 
guess he liked the way I did it because he came in his 
pants.”

I put my hands over my ears; I couldn’t believe my 
little sister had gotten involved with Mr. Anderson. If 
anyone found out about it her reputation would be 
ruined.

“So tell me Isabelle, have you ever made a guy come in 
his pants?”

“No I haven’t.”

“See! I am more experienced than you.”

“No you’re not.”

“Oh really Isabelle, then why don’t you tell me about 
something that you’ve done.” Jodie folded across her 
chest.

This wasn’t the direction that I wanted this 
conversation to go; I didn’t want to reveal the details 
of my love life to Jodie, but if I let her win this 
argument then she’d have bragging rights and that would 
be intolerable. I simply cannot allow myself to be 
outdone by my little sister.”

“It’s like this Jodie; I try to be a little more 
discreet with my lovers, I don’t just fall into the arms 
of my best friend’s dad, I seek out the man I want, like 
I did with Mr. Watson.”

“Do you mean our science teacher?”

“That’s right, you see I could tell by the way he looked 
at me during class that something was on his mind 
besides the lesson plan, and I knew what he had in his 
mind when one day he asked me to stay after school to 
grade papers for extra credit; it was amazing, he 
couldn’t keep his hands off of me, and he didn’t just 
finger me and call it quits either, he pushed me over 
his desk and took me doggy-style, and I didn’t just make 
him come in his pants, I made him do it inside me.”

“Well, I guess that’ better than nothing,” Jodie said, 
“but it’s really not a big deal, everyone knows Mr. 
Watson does it with any girl who’ll drop her panties; 
you just let yourself get used by him.”

“Excuse me, I seduced the man!”

“That’s a laugh Isabelle, I’ve got one that’s way 
better; I did it with a girl who just happens to be your 
best friend Mallory! She came over to see you one day 
after school but I was the only one home, and believe 
me, your best friend was all over me as soon as I let 
her in the door; I tried to resist but she wouldn’t take 
‘No’ for an answer, she just kept kissing and 
licking and finger-fucking me until I gave in and let 
her do it.

I was shocked to learn that Mallory had gone behind my 
back and gotten involved with my little sister, I felt 
betrayed by a trusted friend, but this was no time for 
personal reflection, I had to win the argument with 
Jodie.

“I did it with Mallory a long time before you did.”

“So what, I bet she likes me better!” Jodie’s upper lip 
twitched like hoodlum.

“That’s doubtful Jodie; your tits probably reminded her 
of a boy.”

“No way, mine are almost as big as yours.”

Jodie scowled and stood up; I’d made her mad with that 
last comment, which really wasn’t true, but I was too 
proud to take it back. She walked around the table while 
I remained seated, ignoring her, until she yanked me 
backward off of the picnic bench and onto the lawn.

“You say you’re sorry, Isabelle, you little slut.”

“I’m not a slut, you are, and you’re a bitch too!”

“You’re a slut for your teacher.”

“At least I didn’t do it with my friend’s dad.”

“Isabelle, you are a little whore.”

“Jodie has a big stinky cunt!”

My sister yanked me up by the shoulders and slammed me 
down on the lawn, she’s strong for a thirteen year old, 
but I’m bigger so I used my weight to roll over and and 
pin her down on the ground.

“Jodie, we have to stop this.”

“I’ll never give up until you say you’re sorry.”

“Jodie, I need your help, there’s a secret I have to 
tell you so that you’ll understand, I don’t know how to 
say something like this so I just will; Dad and I have 
been together..”

“What do you mean together?”

“I mean, really together; that’s what we were doing in 
the bathroom this morning.”

“WHAT! How could you?”

“I’m sorry Jodie, it started by accident, and now it’s 
like he can’t stop.

“Why hasn’t he done it to me?”

“I don’t know.”

Jodie summoned up a burst of strength and pushed me off 
of her. I was still on my hands and knees when she 
kicked the soccer ball, slamming it into my rib-cage.

“Jodie, stop it, that hurt.”

I got up and kicked the soccer ball back at her, but 
unlike the rocket that she had launched at me, the ball 
I kicked feebly skidded across the grass, which is 
understandable, I spend all my time practicing piano 
while she’s running around a soccer field.

“I wish you’d kept it a secret,” Jodie said in a sullen 
voice.

“You asked what we were doing in there.”

“I never imagined what could happen.”

Jodie kicked the soccer ball, launching it toward me 
like a deadly missile, scaring me so that I ducked to 
avoid it. My lack of soccer skill was embarrassing, I 
wished I could challenge her to a contest of playing 
Mozart piano sonatas, I’d win that one.

I retrieved the ball and placed it on a little pedestal 
of grass, and then I took a few steps back before 
running toward the ball and kicking it with all my 
strength. I hoped it would be a bullet-like shot that 
would terrify Jodie, but instead she looked upward, her 
eyes following the ball as it flew in a high arc above 
her head and over the fence and into Conner’s back yard.

At first I felt embarrassed by my incompetence, but then 
it struck me; the opportunity I’d been looking for had 
appeared by chance, or as I’d prefer to think of it, by 
the hand of a higher power; I would have to retrieve my 
sister’s soccer ball, and that was a legitimate excuse 
to go over to Conner’s house and knock on the door.

“Jodie, this is it, I’m going over to Conner’s house, 
I’ll get your soccer ball for you, but I won’t be home 
until dinner, will you cover for me?”

Jodie hesitated but then said, “Yes I will.”

I turned and started to run toward the tree lined 
corridor between our houses, but Jodie called out my 
name and ran after me so I stopped.

“Isabelle, I’m sorry for the mean things I said, I 
didn’t mean it.”

“I was mean too, I apologize.”

“Is it really true, I mean, about you and Dad?”

“Yes, and that’s why I’m doing this today, you see, Dad 
can’t stop, but he’ll have to once I get a boyfriend of 
my own.”

“I hope this works Isabelle.”

“I’ll give it my best, I promise.”

“Play Conner like you play the piano and you’ll be 
okay.”

“I think I know what you mean, thank you, I’ll see you 
at dinner; wish me luck.”

“Good luck Isabelle.”

The fence that I kicked the soccer ball over extends all 
the way between our houses, and I discovered, to my 
dismay, that the metal latch on the gate had rusted shut 
from non-use. Walking down the driveway was out of the 
question, my parents would see me from the front window; 

I had to find a way to open the gate or else climb over 
the six-foot fence. 

I yanked and pulled at the latch, fingers tiring and 
slipping off, stumbling backward, gripping the latch and 
trying again, eventually succeeding but in the process 
cutting my finger deep enough to draw blood, so I sucked 
on the wound and pinched it until the bleeding stopped, 
and then I walked through the gate to the other side.

After I closed the gate it seemed like I had been 
transported into another world; a place where my 
schoolgirl concerns and my dad were a distant memory; a 
place where I was imbued with a comforting inner peace. 
I made my way along the side of Conner’s house, all my 
instincts told me that I belonged here with him; it was 
like I was coming home for the first time.



Chapter 4

I scooted around the corner of the house, ducking inside 
the garage, a mirror on the wall caught my image before 
I moved on; the garden alongside the walkway to the 
house was carefully laid out with flowers arranged in 
neat rows, there was a sense of order here, and I 
wondered how I might fit into the picture. The front 
door loomed over me like a fortress as I knocked; I was 
ready to cross the Rubicon with nothing to offer him 
other than myself.

“Uhhh… hi! Remember me?” I blurted out as soon as 
the door opened.

“Yes, I remember you Isabelle, what brings you to my 
house?”

He stood there waiting for me to answer, his eyes 
hovering over the black rose on my shirt; some girls 
might take offense at such a look, but I found it 
thrilling, so I extended my arm for a handshake, and 
felt gratified that he actually reciprocated.

“Sorry to bother you Conner, but I accidentally kicked 
my sister’s soccer ball into your back yard.”

“Oh I see; I’ll go get it for you, wait here.”

Conner left me standing in the doorway while he walked 
through the house. Waiting here for him was dangerous, 
he’d probably come back and shove the ball into my arms 
and then send me away, and that would be unacceptable. 
My only chance was to take matters into my own hands, so 
I invited myself in, stepping over the threshold, 
shutting the door, enjoying the startled look on his 
face when he turned to see standing in the foyer.

“I like the way you decorated your house.”

“I’m going outside to get your ball, wait there, I’ll be 
right back.”

I immediately disobeyed him and walked across the living 
room to where a row of wood framed photographs sat on 
top of the fireplace mantel. Most of the pictures 
appeared to be of friends or family, but there was one 
that stood out; he had positioned this particular 
picture front and center relative to the others, as if 
to give it the place of highest importance; it was a 
picture of Conner and a girl, an Asian girl, just like 
me, but older.

I heard him come back into the house, footsteps slowing 
as he approached me from behind. It probably was rude of 
me not to turn and face him, but I couldn’t take my eyes 
off of the Asian girl in the picture, something about 
her was giving me goose bumps. 

“I found your soccer ball Isabelle.”

“Who’s this?” I pointed to the photo of him and the 
girl.

“She was my girlfriend in college, we had plans to get 
married but she developed cancer during our senior year 
and passed away.”

“That’s so sad, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

Conner stood by my side, placing a hand on my shoulder; 
it was the first time he touched me.

“How long has she been gone?”

“It’s been fifteen years.”

“What was her name?”

“Kiyomi.”

“I’m guessing from her name that she was born in Japan.”

“That’s right; she was sent here by her parents to 
attend college, the expectation being that she would 
return home after obtaining a degree, but Kiyomi changed 
her plans after meeting me and decided to stay here; she 
had this belief that we were preordained from birth to 
find each other, no matter where we were in the world.”

I continued to stare at the picture of Conner and 
Kiyomi, they were standing in front of a fountain, arms 
wrapped around each other, as if to relish every moment 
before death would tear them apart.

“Kiyomi loved you very much; I can see it in her eyes.”

“Yes, and I still love her.” 

Kiyomi’s straight black hair hung down to the middle of 
her back, much like my own, and her hint of a smile 
reminded me of the painting, “Mona Lisa.” There was also 
something else about her that held my attention, it was 
like I knew her from somewhere, but that was impossible, 
she would have died just about the time I was born.

“Do you visit Kiyomi at her grave?”

“Yes, I go there often.”

“It must be lonely to stand above where she’s buried, I 
mean, it’s got be hard to be so close to her and not 
really be with her.”

“That’s exactly how it feels.”

Conner stood behind me, looking at the picture over the 
top of my head, and without thinking I leaned back 
against his chest as if I’d known him for a long time; 
it just seemed so natural, I was totally at ease with 
him.

“Kiyomi was pretty. Is it still hard to be without her 
after all these years?”

“I miss her every day.”

He held me by the waist in a familiar kind of way, like 
he thought of me as an old friend, and I turned the side 
of my head against his chest and reached up, putting my 
hand around the back of his neck, I have no idea why I 
did that, it just seemed like the thing to do, and then 
I looked up at him and the next thing I knew our lips 
were touching.

I didn’t protest when he reached under my shirt, seeking 
out my bare breasts that so eagerly awaited his caress, 
and I wasn’t shy about swaying my bottom over his front 
side, feeling the firm appreciation of a man for a girl, 
and I didn’t retreat when his hand slid over the front 
of my shorts, violating social taboos, touching between 
my legs. It was all so wonderful, but I should have 
known that I was pushing him too fast.

“I’m sorry Kiyomi, I mean Isabelle, I can’t, it’s not 
right.”

Conner pulled away from our embrace and led me across 
the room to the sofa. It was painful to have this kind 
of intimacy come to such an abrupt end; I had to find a 
way to get him in the mood again.

“Conner, is there something wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, I led you on and that 
was wrong, I apologize, but we have to stop.”

“But what if I want to be led-on?”

“How old are you?”

“I’ll be sixteen next October.”

“That’s too young.”

“It might be for some girls, but not for me.”

“Think about it Isabelle, what could we possibly have in 
common?”

“Maybe quite a bit, for example, you just called me 
Kiyomi by accident; there is a striking similarity 
between me and her.”

“That doesn’t mean we should get involved.”

“Maybe, maybe not; have you ever considered that your 
decision to move here may be something more than a 
coincidence?”

“I have no use for magical thinking, it’s as simple as 
this; Kiyomi and I wanted to live in Rosalund once we 
graduated, then, after she died, I tried to carry out 
our plans as a way to honor her memory, but it tortured 
me to live the life we dreamed of without her, so I 
moved here to start over.

“That’s my point; you ended up moving in next door to 
me, the one girl in the world who looks more like Kiyomi 
than anyone you’ll probably meet for the rest of your 
life.”

Conner didn’t respond, but he did look up at the picture 
of Kiyomi and then back at me; I could see that his mind 
was working hard, he looked like a like a chess player 
plotting the next move.

“I think I’ve got you figured out Conner, you see, a 
girl can know some things in her heart without being 
told; now tell me the truth, have you been with even one 
girl since Kiyomi died?”

We paused in silence before he answered in a voice so 
soft that I barely heard him. “No, I haven’t,” was all 
that he said.

He sighed and hung his head down, he looked broken, and 
it was the saddest thing I’d ever seen. I felt like I 
had thoughtlessly opened an old wound solely for my own 
self-interest, but I really wanted to help him, it 
wasn’t all about me.

“You took it hard Conner. I wish I could say that I know 
what it’s like and that it will get better, but I never 
lost anyone like you have, however, back when I was 
really little I did lose my cat. It all began with a box 
of kittens that a family was giving away after church, 
everyone took their pick but there was one scrawny 
looking kitten left over that nobody wanted except me, 
he had stripes so I named him ‘Tiger’ which I 
actually spelled T-i-g-r-r-r; pretty clever huh?”

“I like that name, but please continue.” 

“Well, Tigrrr the unwanted kitten surprised everyone and 
grew up to be big and strong and he wasn’t even afraid 
of dogs and I was the only person he’d listen to and 
he’d follow me all around the neighborhood. Then one day 
I crossed the street and Tigrrr ran out to follow me 
right when a car was coming and I yelled at Tigrrr to 
stop but he kept coming and the driver wasn’t paying 
attention and ran over him and I saw it all with my own 
eyes; one moment Tigrrr was with me and the next he was 
gone forever.”

“Oh my god Isabelle, I’m sorry.”

“I loved him so much, I picked his body up off the 
street and I carried him home and I dug a grave for him 
in the flower bed and I put him in the ground and I 
covered him with dirt and part of me died with him that 
day, part of me is buried in that grave with him. I 
still miss Tigrrr every day, even after all this time, 
but I have learned something.”

“I’m listening Isabelle, you’re the first person I’ve 
heard talk this in a way that sounds real.”

“It is real. What I’ve learned after years of missing 
Tigrrr is that the pain, the heavy weight of loss that 
you feel really isn’t pain at all, it’s the love that 
refuses to die, Tigrrr’s love for me is still with me, I 
keep it close to my heart, and I wouldn’t want it any 
other way.”

“I never heard anyone say that before.”

“I figured it out myself, there’s a spiritual side to 
all this that nobody understands, even though they think 
that they do; so Conner, I don’t know what it’s like to 
lose someone you’re going to marry, but I do know what 
it’s like to feel bad and sad, and I wish there was 
something I could do to make you feel better.”

“You just did.”

“Don’t you see Conner, everything has worked out so 
perfectly for us that it can’t be an accident; your 
moving here, my resemblance to Kiyomi, and listen, I was 
even born fifteen years ago, just about the time she 
died; it’s so obvious to me that something in this world 
is pulling us together.”

I kind of lost control of myself at that point, I broke 
down and started crying and shaking, big tears rolling 
off my cheeks and falling to the floor. 

“Isabelle, you’re bleeding.”

Why I thought of my period I’ll never know, but when I 
looked up I saw a line of blood dripping along my 
finger; the cut from the gate latch had opened up.

“Let’s get a bandage on that,” he said.

Conner picked me up and carried me to a sunlight filled 
room on the second floor that overlooked my back yard. 
It was the very room I had gazed at so many times 
before, and I had been right, you can look out through 
these curtains, but people can’t see in.

Conner applied a styptic pencil to my cut, which stung, 
and I complained about it, but it did make the bleeding 
stop right away, then he treated the cut with an 
antiseptic and put a small bandage on it.

“What’s that green mark on your knee?”

“It’s a grass stain; I was wrestling on the lawn with my 
little sister, she’s only thirteen but she puts up a 
good fight.”

“You have in intriguing personality Isabelle, part of 
you is more grown up than many adults, and another part 
of you, shall I say, is still wrestling on the lawn.”

“It was only a little disagreement; my sister and I are 
actually best friends.”

Conner got a wash cloth soaked in warm water and wiped 
the grass stain off my knee. He called this cozy room 
his “study.” A round antique looking table was placed in 
the corner by the window, the back wall was covered with 
a bookcase full of hardbacks that stretched from floor 
to ceiling, and a loveseat sat in front of the adjacent 
wall.

“Thank you for telling me about Tigrrr; I guess our 
lives have been on separate paths leading to the same 
place; it’s odd though, you’ve only been here for a few 
minutes, but it feels like we’ve know each other for a 
long time.”

“Do you feel kind of peaceful?”

“You picked a good word for it, the only time I get this 
way is sometimes late at night, when the house is 
absolutely quiet; it’s then that I feel like Kiyomi is 
with me, and somehow our hearts speak to each other in a 
language the mind can’t understand.”

“That’s her love, death couldn’t take that away; she’s 
been with you all along. What do you think Kiyomi would 
say if she could talk to you right now?”

“I don’t know.”

“She loves you so she’d want what’s best for you; I 
think she’d tell you to move ahead with your life and 
fall in love again.”

Conner held me in his arms, standing in silence, looking 
out from behind the curtain; my sister and parents were 
out on the deck, and I shuddered with the strange 
feeling of being embraced by a man while looking at my 
dad.

I don’t know where I got the nerve, perhaps I just knew 
that I would have to be the one to drive us forward, so 
I put my hand on his stomach and let it slowly drift 
down over the belt buckle and onto his crotch.

My fingers fanned out over his zipper, rubbing and 
squeezing, making the front of his pants bulge out as he 
looked through the curtain at my family, he was no doubt 
weighing the risks and rewards of my being here; my job 
now was to get him so excited that he’d forget all the 
silly reasons to resist me.

“Would you do me a special favor?” I asked.

“We’ve already done too much.”

“Pretty please, with sugar on top?”

“What do you want now?”

“For the next few minutes I want you to pretend that I’m 
Kiyomi.”

“Why would you want that?”

Conner looked into my eyes but I didn’t give him an 
answer, choosing instead to keep him in suspense while I 
squeezed the hard pole in his pants, then he picked me 
up and carried me to the loveseat where he sat down with 
me on top of his lap, unlacing my shoes, dropping them 
on the floor, rubbing my white ankle socks. 

Then we kissed, lips and tongues moving over each other 
with a fluidity, exciting me in ways that I’d only known 
in my schoolgirl dreams, and I began to really trust 
Conner, letting myself be vulnerable, surrendering to 
him in a way that I had never done with anyone before 
now.

“I love you,” he said. Hearing those words coming from 
Conner was like a gift from heaven, and it didn’t matter 
if he was saying it to me or Kiyomi.

Conner trembled and clung to me, his surging boner 
pressing against my bottom, teardrops running down his 
cheek; I didn’t know how to deal with a grown man 
crying, but I knew in my heart that he needed me, and 
that distinguished him all the other people who had 
wanted me just for my body.

Conner pulled up my shirt and cupped my breasts in his 
hand, rubbing the dark fleshy colored nipples between 
thumb and forefinger, licking the sensitive spires into 
a feverish arousal. If this was the way he treated 
Kiyomi then I’m sure that she’d like to come back from 
the dead and be with him again.

“You are a beautiful girl, you are a good girl.”

Conner’s comment encouraged me so I reached down between 
my legs and squeezed the mound in his pants, and wow, he 
had become huge, his boner stretched out in front of his 
pocket like a third leg.

“You’re really hard Conner, I’m flattered.”

“I can’t help it; you’re such a sexy little girl.”

The glow of afternoon sunshine streamed through the 
window and over my legs as Conner moved his hand along 
the inside of my thigh. My mom and dad would have a fit 
if they saw how I spread my legs apart so that my shorts 
displayed a suggestive silhouette of my pubic mound.

“I’m having fun being here with you,” I said.

He simply smiled and moved his hand between my legs, 
rubbing my little pussy, making me wet, sending pulses 
of pleasure rippling way up inside me. I was completely 
comfortable with Conner, even better, I knew I was safe 
with him; I wish that I could live with him and share 
this embrace every night. I love everything about him.

“I’ll do anything you want,” I said.

He was silent for a moment and I became scared that he 
might pull away from me like he did downstairs, I 
couldn’t let that happen again so I stroked my hand 
along his cock and kissed his neck; I had to use every 
available tool in my feminine arsenal.

“Would you undress yourself for me?”

I smiled and stood up, walking over to the table, 
looking out the window at my dad scraping the grill on 
the barbecue; a sense of triumph flickered inside me, I 
had a man of my own now, there was nothing my dad could 
do to stop it; I turned back to face Conner as I pulled 
the t-shirt over my head.

I tossed my shirt at Conner and then pulled down the 
zipper on my shorts, his unblinking eyes fixed upon me, 
watching every move as I slid my fingers inside my 
pants, rubbing myself in front of him, tantalizing him 
until he stood up and came over to me, pulling my shorts 
all the way down.

I feigned shyness, covering my breasts and turning 
around to face the table. Conner took hold of my waist 
and pressed himself against my backside, his stiff cock 
pushing against my ass. We both looked though the 
curtain at my parents and sister in the back yard.

“Your parents wouldn’t like it if they knew you stripped 
off your clothes for the man next door.”

“They wouldn’t want me stripping for anyone.”

“What would your father think if he saw me doing this to 
you?”

Conner reached around me and slid his hand inside the 
front of my panties, fingers inching through my pubic 
hair, touching the ripe lips of my pussy where I was 
slick with the succulent juice that brews inside of 
horny little girls like me.

“My daddy would be mad if he knew you put your hand 
inside my panties.”

“Then he’d find this even more disturbing.”

Conner’s fingertip parted my pussy lips and slid inside 
me, it was a moment I’ll always remember; he fingered me 
in such a friendly way, like he wanted to get to know 
every nuance about the inside of my little girl pussy; 
I’d say his fingering is a lot like the way he French 
kisses, very personal.

“What would you say to your father if he could see you 
now?”

“I’d say, "Daddy, I’ve found the man that I want.’ 

He wouldn’t like it but that’s his problem.”

“I was hoping to hear you say that.”

“Does that mean you’re okay with my being here?”

“I wish you never had to leave.”

“Are you saying that to me or Kiyomi?”

“I can’t tell the difference anymore.”

Conner pulled my panties down to the floor, then he 
released his belt and took off his own pants right in 
front of me; I was smart enough to know what I was 
supposed to do next so I pulled up a chair and sat down, 
taking his stiffening cock in my hands, engulfing it 
inside my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth.

“Your lips feel good, Isabelle.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled, trying to speak with a mouthfull 
of cock.

A gloss of saliva coated Conner’s cock; the stiff rod 
disappeared inside my lips and then reappeared as my 
head floated over him. My pussy lips tingled with 
anticipation and my emotions soared into a primal place 
where he was a guy and I was a girl, and there was 
nothing else. 

Conner had me stand up with him and look out the window; 
I stroked his cock as we watched my dad work on the 
barbecue; my mom walked out to the deck and said 
something and then went back inside, I could tell by the 
way she was dressed that she was going grocery shopping; 
life at home was moving along normally.

“Do you think you’ll have any regrets tomorrow?” Conner 
asked.

“If you still want me tomorrow, then I’ll be happy, but 
even if you don’t, it was my choice to be here with you 
now, and I’ll always be glad to have made that 
decision.”

“I will want you tomorrow Isabelle, just like today, but 
right now I’m going to do something to you that would 
make your parents very unhappy, if they knew.”

“You can trust me Conner, I won’t tell.”

Conner stood behind me, looking over my shoulder, cock 
swinging against my bottom; I knew what was coming so I 
leaned forward, supporting myself on the table with my 
elbows.

“Can I take off my socks? My feet are slipping on the 
wood floor.”

“I’d like you to leave your socks on; I’ll explain it to 
you later.”

“Well, alright, if you say so.”

He kissed all over my back in a delightful prelude, and 
then it was there between my legs, sliding along my 
pussy lips, spreading them apart, pushing inward.”

“AAAAAHH!” I cried.

This time I was doing it with the man I wanted, all the 
others didn’t exist anymore; it was just me and Conner 
for now on.

“Ooohhh Isabelle, it feels good to be inside you.”

“You’re driving me wild Conner, I love it!”

Conner moved his cock all throughout my pussy, exploring 
every available space inside, leaving no part of me un-
fucked, and that’s exactly what I wanted.

“Look out the window Isabelle, what’s going on with your 
father and sister?”

I’d already been watching them for several minutes, 
feeling both disturbed and stimulated by what I was 
witnessing, hoping Conner wouldn’t notice; my mom had 
gone to the store, leaving Jodie and my dad alone on the 
deck, Jodie was lying on the chaise longue, filing her 
fingernails, sipping a soda, swinging one leg from side 
to side, and my dad was watching her as he worked on the 
barbeque.

I don’t think Jodie suspected anything when my dad 
walked across the deck and sat with her on the chair, 
but I did, and my heart sank because I knew what was 
going to happen, and that meant Conner was about to 
discover our family secret. Why couldn’t my dad me more 
discreet?

I gulped as I watched Jodie innocently spread her legs 
apart, laughing and talking, letting him put his hand on 
her thigh, enjoying the attention, oblivious to what 
would soon transpire. Suddenly she was squirming in the 
chair, looking right and left, dropping the nail file, 
spilling the soda onto the deck.

“What’s you dad doing to your little sister?”

“He’s feeling her up,” I said, sensing a strange arousal 
at the sight of Jodie being molested, briefly feeling 
the desire to fuck her myself.

My little sister tried to get away but my dad held her 
down on the chair with one hand rubbing between her 
legs, the other hand squeezing her breasts; I knew what 
she was going through, she didn’t want him to do it, but 
her pussy was getting wet anyway, weakening her resolve, 
leading her toward the forbidden.

“Wow, look at them; she better watch out or he’ll do 
even more.”

Conner was right about that. I couldn’t make out every 
detail through the curtain, but I could see that my dad 
had her pants unzipped; he leaned over, locking her in a 
kiss, hand sliding inside her panties; Jodie spread her 
legs out beside the chair, her fingers touching his 
face, her mouth wide open, her hips undulating, her 
resistance a fleeting memory.

Dad wouldn’t have time to fuck her before Mom got home 
from the store, but I expect that he’ll take care of 
that in the near future. The thought of them coupling 
evoked a bizarre twinge of jealousy in me; I suppose I 
can understand my dad wanting Jodie, she is a pretty 
little girl, maybe now he’ll devote his energy to her, 
and forget about me. 

“Look at how she opens her legs for Daddy,” Conner said. 
I could feel him becoming even stiffer inside me as he 
watched my little sister’s incestuous liaison.

“I knew it would happen eventually, I just didn’t think 
it would be this soon.”

“Amazing, he’s feeling up his own daughter and she’s 
only thirteen-years-old, she’s a cute little girl too, 
better watch out or he’ll be fucking her one of the 
days.”

“I’m sure he will, believe me, he knows how to seduce a 
young girl.”

“How would you know that?”

“I hope you don’t’ think my sister and I are terrible, 
but you see, before my sister and my dad, there was me 
and my dad.”

“What are you saying Isabelle? Do you mean you and your 
father…?”

“Yes, I’ve done it with my dad, more than once actually, 
and to tell the truth, sometimes I actually enjoyed it.”

“How does something like that happen?”

It was wild to have this conversation with Conner while 
his cock was buried inside me, but he was stiffer than 
any man I’d ever known; something about my family’s 
secret was turning him on.

“Nobody’s to blame really; it was just an accident that 
happened one day after school; my girlfriend and I were 
practicing kissing in my bedroom when my dad 
inadvertently walked in and caught us. I was so scared, 
I thought he’d be mad, but he wasn’t, he just wanted to 
show me what I needed to know before I got a boyfriend, 
and believe me, daddy showed me everything, which is 
fine, except that now he can’t stop.

“I never would have suspected.”

“Please don’t hate me.”

Conner remained mounted inside me without speaking or 
moving for several minutes, and he stayed hard too. I 
honestly didn’t know what to expect from him, however, I 
did know that I deserved the worst; now that he knew the 
disgusting truth about me there was no way that I could 
compare to Kiyomi, I wouldn’t blame him if he threw me 
away just like the trash that I am.

“I admire your courage to tell me the truth,” he said.

“You do?”

“Yes, now hold on to me.”

He pulled me up from the table and made me take hold of 
the back of his neck while he gripped the inside of my 
thighs, lifting me off the floor, bouncing me up and 
down on his cock, both of us looking through the curtain 
at my dad and Jodie.

“Oooh, aaahhh Conner, you bad boy, you’re doing it to me 
in front of my family!”

“Your father taught you a lot Isabelle, you’re an 
amazing lover for such a young girl; I think I’m going 
to do you some more.”

Conner carried me out of the study and down the hall, I 
was still afraid that he was going to dump me and tell 
me to go home, but he didn’t, instead he took me to his 
room where he laid me on the bed.

“You’re a beautiful little girl Isabelle; I can 
understand your father’s desire for you.”

Conner sat next to me as I lay on the bed, my pussy was 
open and ready for him, and so was my heart; I had 
followed Rachel’s advice and put myself out there, I was 
in his hands now, whether it be good or bad.

“I’m going to end it with my dad; you’re the one I want 
to be with.”

“I want to be with you too Isabelle. You saved my life 
today, now it’s my turn to help you.”

“How did I save your life?”

Conner didn’t answer and I didn’t care because the next 
thing he did was to lower his head between my legs, 
eating my ravenous pussy; tremors of joy raced up my 
spine as his tongue wiggled inside my cunt, explosions 
of pleasure went off in my brain while he sucked on my 
clitoris, and I responded with girly moans that echoed 
around the bedroom.

After a while he crawled up on top of me, between my 
legs, enticing me by rubbing the tip if his cock between 
my pussy lips; now it was my turn go give back to him, I 
really wanted to prove that I could give him the same 
kind of satisfaction that he undoubtedly had with 
Kiyomi.

“I know I’m only fifteen, but I can be just like a woman 
for you, I promise.”

“To me you’re a both woman and a sexy little girl, I 
couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“I’m a special order made just for you.”

“In a way I feel like that’s true, there have only been 
two girls in my life that could touch me like this, 
Kiyomi and you.”

Those words were so good to hear that it made me blush, 
I had to turn my head and look away from him for just a 
moment to regain my composure; it was then that I saw 
it, sitting there next to the bed.

“Hey, what’s that?” I said while pointing at the 
nightstand.

“A present Kiyomi gave me shortly before she died; she 
said it was to remind me of her whenever I saw it, 
that’s why I keep it here, by the bed, where I’ll see it 
every morning and night.”

I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs; 
standing on the nightstand was a slender vase that held 
a single blown-glass flower; a black rose.

“I didn’t know Conner, but that’s why you asked about 
the print on my shirt, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m scared.”

“Remember when you said that something in the world was 
pulling us together, do you really believe that?”

“I do believe it; everything for us has fit together too 
perfectly to be an accident.”

“Kiyomi believed that too.”

“She did?”

Conner smiled and gracefully slid himself into me with 
one slow powerful stroke, becoming part of me, making me 
feel like I had found the one place where I belonged.

“I don’t believe how hard you are.”

“Naughty little girls make me get this way.”

“Better get used to it Conner, I’m a naughty girl every 
day!”

He stroked his cock in and out, intruding into every wet 
recess within my tender pussy, making my girl juice ooze 
over my cunt lips, filling me with his love, and after a 
while I was able to respond with by playfully squeezing 
of my little girl cunt, massaging his long shaft, 
causing him to groan with unexpected pleasure.

I shuddered and clawed at his back as the throbbing 
sensation heightened, overcoming me just as it did when 
I humped the bicycle seat in the garage, only now it was 
far more extreme and I lost conscious awareness as the 
explosions of teenage lust lit up the inside of my 
brain.

“AAAAHHHH, oooohhhh, AAAAAHHHHH!” I wailed.

When my mind returned to the present I found that Conner 
was still doing me, but in a different way, he was 
gripping me tightly and grunting, poking himself all the 
way in, staying there motionless, except for the tremors 
that spanned the length of his body.

I felt is cock pulsing inside me, followed by a series 
of uncontrollable spasms that rippled through my pussy; 
we were finishing together, he was pumping his seed into 
me, filling my cunt with the lively jizz that flowed 
from his hairy balls and exploded out the end of his 
cock, and I wanted all of it, so I milked him with my 
cunt muscles, squeezing his manhood until I had drained 
every last drop out of him.

“Aaaahhhh Conner, I love you.”

“I love you too Isabelle, for now on I belong to you.” 

Afterward we lay there like two long distance runners 
after a race, feeling both exhausted and fulfilled. It 
was all so different with him, in the past I’d find an 
excuse to leave my lovers as soon as it was over, but 
not Conner, I wanted to stay with him and enjoy the 
peace, so I quietly rested on my side with my head on 
his chest.

“Conner, I want you to know that you fuck me a lot 
better than my daddy does.”

“Thanks Isabelle, I needed to hear you say that; I 
wouldn’t trade you for any other girl in the world.”

“You just made me feel happy.”

Both of us were soaked in sweat and we needed more time 
to recover, but I didn’t have a lot of time left, in a 
little while I’d have to go home for dinner or my 
parents would get worried. Conner wanted me to stay 
longer but he understood and helped me clean-up so I’d 
be presentable when I got home.

He put his arm around me as we walked to the front door. 
I felt so close to him now, I hated the idea of our 
being separated, and to make matters even more stressful 
I couldn’t figure out how to say goodbye, I mean, we 
hadn’t even had a chance to make our plans for the 
future.

“You really know how to take care of a horny little 
girl; would you be my babysitter?”

“Very funny Isabelle, but seriously, you’ve done so much 
for me; I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Does that mean you want to see me again?

“I wish I could see you every day.”

“That’s the way I feel too. I was afraid that you 
wouldn’t want anything to do with me after you found out 
about me and my dad.”

“I understand that sometimes things happen, in a way you 
could say it made you who you are, and I love you for 
who you are, so it’s all good, but how are you going to 
deal with the both of us wanting to be your lover?”

“It’s over with my dad, I’ve outgrown it, I want to be 
with you; I’ve just got to figure out a way to end it 
with him once and for all.”

“Maybe your dad will become infatuated with your little 
sister; he couldn’t get enough of her out there today.”

“You’re probably right, but my mom isn’t going to like 
it.”

I felt like I was living on borrowed time, not deserving 
of Conner’s decency, knowing that I had stumbled upon 
the key to his heart, afraid that I would do something 
to drive him away, deadly serious about every second we 
were together. I never told him about secretly asking 
Kiyomi’s spirit for help, making a pact between us 
girls, vowing to be as good for him as she had been, or 
else she could come back from the dead and kill me.

“Isabelle, I was wondering, how would you like to raise 
a cat with me?”

Where did he get that idea? I had never even thought 
about getting another cat; it was like after losing 
Tigrrr I just couldn’t make the emotional investment.

“I don’t know if my parents would let me get another 
cat.”

“Our cat can live here with me, if that’s okay with you, 
and we can bring it up together. I’d like you to choose 
the name.”

I couldn’t help throwing my arms around him. “What a 
wonderful idea! Can we get one from the animal shelter? 
I want to save the life of one that nobody wants.”

“That’s an excellent idea Isabelle, you have a good 
heart; I miss you already.”

“I’ll miss you too, but I’ve got to go. When can I see 
you again?”

“Any time you want, hopefully soon.”

“My parents have to take my sister to a soccer camp next 
Friday; I’ll be all alone at home, feeling bored and 
lonely.”

“How would you like to spend the day with me?”

“I’d like that a lot, see you then.”

I stood up on tiptoes, kissing his cheek, and then I 
headed back the way I came, taking small steps on the 
walkway, looking back over my shoulder, smiling and 
waving at him, hating to leave. I reached the driveway 
and was sneaking along the edge of the garage toward the 
gate when I heard him call out.

“Wait, come back.”

The sound of his voice sent me sprinting back up the 
walkway to where he stood on the porch, holding the 
soccer ball. How I could have forgotten that I’ll never 
know, but I thanked him, and then I remembered something 
else.

“By the way, you never told me why you didn’t want me to 
take off my socks.”

Conner blushed like a schoolboy. “I hope you’ll 
understand, you see, the sight of a pretty girl like you 
wearing white socks is a sure way to arouse me, Kiyomi 
wore them a lot; it put a spark in our love life.”

“Does it excite you to see me wearing them now; even 
after all we’ve been through?”

“Yes it does.”

“Thanks for letting me know! I have a drawer full of 
white socks, I’ll bring some over.”

We laughed and hugged and then I headed back to my 
parent’s house, this time stopping inside his garage to 
stare at myself in the mirror, thinking that I looked 
more like Kiyomi than myself. Sometimes a girl gets 
lucky, finding Conner had been the best thing that had 
ever happened to me; I would never let him go.

Later that evening my little sister was oddly quiet 
during dinner, she had a vacant, confused look in her 
eyes, and she only nibbled at her food; I could 
understand why. It probably wouldn’t be too long before 
Dad paid her a visit, in her bedroom, late at night, 
after mom and I had gone to sleep; it might even happen 
tonight.

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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