DL-224 Making Daddy
By Jack Grant


Chapter 1

 As Robin Hawley prepared to sneak out in the dark night and watch her
daddy screw a young girl she was doing it more by budding female instinct
than any sure knowledge. Strange new feelings about her father were
growing in her small bosom, and she tingled now at the thought of what she
was about to see.

 Robin held her breath and listened for the soft, even sound of her
sister's breathing. The bedroom was dark and quiet. She figured it must
be close to midnight by now. It had been hard to stay awake so late, but
the excitement of what she might see had keyed her up so she didn't even
feel tired. Now she slipped back the sheet and crawled out of her twin
bed.

 She stood a moment listening for any sign from Jodi. There was none, and
Robin tiptoed across the soft carpet to the door. Her heart was pounding
and she shivered a little even though the night was warm. It was August,
and the summer had hit with a fierce, gripping heat wave that seemed
reluctant to loosen. Robin loved it for several reasons. Summer vacation
was her favorite time of year, since it meant no school. Summer vacation
also meant the lake cabin instead of the house in the city. And now, there
was the special thrill of finding out some of the things she wanted to
know!

 She had been down at the lake swimming, lazing in the water, floating on
her back in an inner tube. She let the currents and waves carry her
wherever they would, and she lay with her eyes closed to the sun. She
hadn't realized that she had been drawn back to the dock and the pontoon
boat tied to it until she heard the murmur of voices. She opened her eyes
and pulled herself under the end of the dock, thinking she would sneak up
on the talkers and splash them from her hidden stronghold. At ten, Robin
enjoyed the childish games and trickery.

 She paddled softly so as not to alarm those on the other end of the dock.
She recognized her father's voice first.

 "God, you've got to know that I've been looking at you and wanting you
since that first day you walked out here on the beach in that goddamn
bikini! Christ, Francie, the sight of those tits drives me crazy! I want
to feel them ..."

 Robin saw the shadow of movement as the man put his hand on the girl.

 "Mister Hawley, don't! Someone might see us!" It was Francine Collins,
the sixteen-year-old girl who lived in a cabin a short distance along the
shore. Her brother did some work around the yard and cabin for the Hawleys
and she often wandered down to watch him or to talk to the girls, Robin and
her nine-year-old sister Jodi. Sometimes, Stan Hawley took Francie or her
brother Jack water-skiing behind the big boat. When Robin rode along to
spot for them, she noticed the way her father watched the older girl--it
was hard for him to take his eyes off her.

 So now, she was very quiet under the dock while she listened to them talk.

 "Christ Almighty, how can I stop! You've been flaunting that gorgeous
body of yours at me all summer, and now you say 'no, no, mustn't touch!'
Do you think I'm made of iron?" The shadows moved again and his voice was
lower. "Look, I've got a hard-on just thinking about you and being this
close!"

 Francie made a funny sound that was part moan and part giggle. "Don't
..." she whispered hoarsely.

 "Then say you'll meet me tonight!"

 "I--"

 "Say you will!" Her father sounded almost angry.

 "Yes, all right ..."

 "God! Where ... what time ...?" Her father's breath was rasping loudly
and the boards of the dock creaked as the two moved quickly. Robin thought
she could make out her father's hand on the girl's fanny, but the waves
bobbed her inner tube, and the shadows cut off her view. She held her
breath and listened.

 "Ahhhh ... the screened patio next-door. The house is closed, the Murphys
won't be back up until Labor Day weekend ..."

 "All right. Eleven o'clock?" Her father's voice was tight and rough as
though he were having trouble breathing.

 "No ... I can't make it that early."

 "Yes, you can! Make some excuse; get away ..."

 The boards creaked. "I can't ... maybe between eleven thirty and twelve
... not before. My father stays up and he wouldn't let me out of the house
..."

 "Sneak out, for god sake!"

 She giggled. "I'll be there before midnight; that's all I can promise.
He listens to the news at eleven o'clock; I can't get past him then. Maybe
right afterwards ..."

 "God, Francie, I'm so fucking hard for you I could roll you over right now
on this friggin' dock!"

 "Mister Hawley ..." Francie's shadow moved closer to his, and Robin saw
the two figures come together and pull apart quickly.

 "Don't ... tonight, I promise."

 The girl moved quickly then, pulling away from the man and standing up on
the end of the dock and diving into the water. From her hiding place under
the dock, Robin saw the girl's slim form slice into the calm lake and leave
a wide circle of ripples. Francie swam underwater until she was halfway to
the next dock, the one that jutted out from the shore of the Murphy cabin.

 Stan Hawley sat for a few seconds, then got to his feet and went toward
the shore. From under the dock, Robin saw him pull his beach coat around
him, but before he got it closed, she had a quick glimpse of the hard bulge
at his crotch under the tight blue swim trunks. Robin felt a hard, tight
warmness in her belly. The little she knew about sex came from the
so-called sex-education classes she had at school. She knew about a man's
penis and a woman's vagina, and how they came together to make babies.
Intercourse. That's what it was called. But her father had made it sound
far more exciting than any textbook ever had. And what he planned with
Francine Collins wasn't for the purpose of making a baby. Robin knew that
sex was a thing of pleasure that the books didn't tell about. She'd heard
her mother and father in bed at night, heard the sounds of pleasure they
both uttered as they had intercourse. She'd also heard words like 'fuck'
and 'screw' and 'cunt'. And 'hard-on'. Her father had one for Francie.

 When her father vanished in the house, Robin paddled out from her hiding
place. She thought a lot about what she'd heard, thought about it the rest
of the day. And by the time she'd gone to bed that night, she knew that
she wasn't going to stay there. She was going to sneak out of the cabin
and make her way to the Murphys' place. She was going to watch and listen
as her father and Francie met.

 Now she was on her way. She didn't bother with a robe since it was still
and warm. The air had cooled just enough to make sleep possible and the
humidity had dropped so it was pleasant. In the thin short nightie, Robin
was warm enough. She eased out of the bedroom and carefully shut the door
behind her.

 Her parents' bedroom was dark, and Robin knew that her mother hadn't yet
returned from the trip to town she'd made with several friends for some
kind of meeting. Her mother was always off to something, here at the lake
or home in the city. Nina Hawley rarely sat around doing nothing.

 Outside, the moonlight was bright, and Robin stayed close to the house as
she crossed toward the dark stand of trees that formed a thick wall between
the Hawley cabin and the Murphy one. She was afraid that her pale figure
would be spotted easily if anyone looked this way--like her father or
Francie. In the light gown, she was like a ghost hovering along the edge
of the shadows. But maybe Francie and Dad would be too busy to look up ...
She hoped so: she was counting on it.

 Her belly had that hard feeling again, something inside her stirred at the
thought of the education that was about to be given her. She licked her
lips and ran lightly across the patch of open yard to the trees. She was
panting for breath, and she moved slowly now, touching tree trunks to guide
her to the next yard. The screened summerhouse of the rendezvous was
backed almost to the wall of trees on this side, and she would be able to
hide out of sight while she listened and watched. The moonlight would
bathe the small enclosure from the clearing on the opposite side, making
the patio a stage for her viewing.

 Dry leaves and pine needles cracked under her bare feet, and Robin felt a
moment of panic for fear the couple in the patio would hear her. Her heart
was pounding so loud it seemed impossible that it couldn't be a drumbeat in
the night. But she could see the whitish screens now ... She paused and
listened.

 There were no voices, no noises at all. Robin caught her lip between her
teeth and peered at the summerhouse. A tiny point of light glowed in the
shadows at the far side. A cigarette.

 Her father was alone, sitting on a large lounge chair, smoking. He sat
hunched over as though in pain and every few seconds he stared off in the
direction of Francie's house. She hadn't gotten there yet. Robin smiled
and settled against a tree to wait.

 Her father stubbed out the cigarette and got to his feet. Just then the 
soft sound of someone running on the grass could be heard. Robin saw the
pale flutter of Francie's robe as the girl darted toward the summerhouse.

 Stan Hawley had the screen door open and grabbed the girl in his arms.
"My god! I thought you weren't coming!"

 "Aaaaahhhh--" Her words were cut off as Stan jerked her hard against his
body and crushed her mouth in a kiss.

 His tongue lashed against her lips, forcing them open. He could feel the
girl's unfettered tits under the thin robe, feel the hard pips of the
nipples against his chest burning at his flesh through the sports shirt he
wore. He pressed his crotch to hers, and his cock began to grow hard on
contact.

 "Christ ..." He groaned the word as he let her extricate herself from his
embrace.

 "I told you I'd be here ..." Francie sounded excited.

 "Take off the robe." He was already skimming his shirt over his head. He
tossed it behind him and unfastened his slacks. He had wanted to wait for
her to be naked but didn't dare take the chance. Now he wasn't wasting any
time peeling down to his skin.

 The girl untied the belt at her waist, and the robe fluttered down her
arms. She stood very straight and waited for the man to pull his pants
from his legs. When he straightened, he said, "Oh, my god!"

 Several yards away, Robin stared. Francie's naked body gleamed like
marble in the moonlight. Robin could see the high, full mounds of her
breasts and the dark circles of the patches at the tips. The girl's slim
waist and gently flaring hips were a frame for the dark patch of pubic hair
at her crotch.

 Stan stared at the lovely sight before him. She was as full, lush and
ripe as he'd known she would be. The skimpy bikini had hinted at the
lovely tits that hung beneath it, and now they were uncovered for his eyes.

 And his hands. He grabbed for her. "Christ, baby ..." His hands mauled
at the mounds, crushing and mashing the firm, youthful flesh. She had no
sag at all, just the hard, jutting prominence of youth. He could feel the
heat of her body radiate to his palms. He felt the hard pips of her
nipples begin to push at his hands, force themselves out of the rosy dark
beds of uneven skin and pop forth like blooming flowers. He dragged her to
the lounge chair and almost threw her onto it. He was on top of her at
once, his hungry mouth searching for the tit and capturing it like a ripe 
cherry.

 The girl moaned and breathed through her mouth. "Ohhhhh--mmm." His mouth
was working at her breast, his tongue lapping her flesh and driving her
wild. His hands were all over her, probing, digging. Between her legs, at
her cunt. God, he was turning her on fast. His hard, angular body was hot
on hers, their skin torrid and sweating. She knew that she wanted him.
She wanted him bad. She'd been flirting with him all summer whenever she
could get away with it, and now he was here ... She moved her legs apart
and let his hand dive into the warm haven of moist hair. She was already
dribbling cunt juice from her excited belly. His hand found it, and he
sucked hard on the tit, as his lust grew. He plunged his hand into her,
pushing aside the wet folds of erotic flesh, rubbing hard over her clitoris
and sending shivers through her whole body. Now his fingers were deep in
her pussy, digging into the pulpy walls of flesh and driving her crazy.
Francie groped for the man's cock.

 He let go of her tit then and brought his face up to hers. His fingers
never missed a beat of the hot tempo he had going in her vagina. His voice
was ragged. "You're not a virgin ..."

 "No--"

 "Who ..."

 When she didn't answer right away, he hand-fucked her faster and harder as
he repeated the question: "Who's had you, baby? How many guys? Kids?"
His voice rasped and his breath was a strangled sound deep in his throat.

 Francie realized then that he wasn't asking out of curiosity. It excited
him to have her talk about others ... She smiled and told him. "Boys ...
at school ..."

 "No men?" His hand pounded in her cunt.

 "Aaaaahhh--no ... only you ... you're the ... first ... please ..."

 "Soon, baby, soon ... Grab my cock. Yeah ... oh, god, yessss, that's the
way ..."

 She had him now and she pushed her hand back and forth on the huge,
throbbing sex organ. He was big, bigger than any of the boys she knew--oh,
god, she wanted it in her ...

 "How old were you when you lost your cherry?" His lips were nibbling at
her neck, her shoulder, his face pressing into the warm fragrance of her 
hair ...

 "Twelve ..."

 "Do you know how to suck cock?" He sounded as if he would explode. His
belly was a hard knot of passion now, and her hot little hand was sending
him out of his bird. Christ, she was going to be good fucking!

 "I ..."

 "Go ahead; put it in your mouth. You'll like it, baby ..." He moved with
her and got them into the sixty-nine position.

 In the darkness of the trees, Robin listened and watched. Somehow she
knew exactly what they were talking about, knew exactly what they were
doing. Some deep female instinct told her what her previous knowledge did
not include. She felt her chest tighten as though a rope were tied around
it. She had to lean forward slightly to ease the hard pain in her belly.
Something was happening inside her, something strange and exciting. It was
almost as if she were being touched on her private parts, excited along
with Francie. She leaned against the tree and slowly sank down along it
until she was squatting on the ground. Then she pressed her fist to her
mouth to be sure she didn't make any sounds out loud. She turned her
complete attention to the couple in the summerhouse.
Chapter 2.
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 Francie wrapped her lips around the huge swollen shaft of flesh and began
to suck it. It was hot and hard in her mouth, filling it and stabbing into
her throat. He moved, forcing the big tool back and forth as though he
were fucking her this way. She was shaking, hungry for him and full of hot
desire. Her belly was on fire. He pushed her leg up and put his face to
her crotch. She almost screamed when the hot spear of his tongue moved
across her cunt, searching out her clitoris and lapping at it violently.
No one had ever done that to her before, and she liked it--she liked it
very much. It did crazy things to her, things that made her forget
everything but the hunger of her body for this man. He was far more
talented than any of the kids who had taken Francie up 'til now. She knew
she was going to enjoy this night.

 His darting tongue stabbed between the hot swollen folds of her labia,
parting them and lapping at the juice she was already pouring out for him.
It excited him, and he guzzled it greedily. That excited her.

 She was enjoying that cock in her mouth thoroughly now. She had regulated
her breathing to his movements, and she could concentrate on the lovely
smooth head of the tool as it pushed back and forth in her mouth. It was
huge, like a giant cap on a stem. The head was slippery and smooth, a
glossy lollipop for her tongue. Tiny drops of tart salty fluid oozed from
the small slit at the apex of the head, and the taste of it drove her
crazy. She tried to suck out more. The foreskin covering the long stem of
the cock was drawn back tightly, and the puckered folds around the base of
the head moved with each thrust she made. She could feel it slide and come
up again each time the cock speared into her mouth. Oh, god, she was hot!

 Stan drank up the kid's cunt juice hungrily. She was tight and nice; he
could feel the hot lips of her pussy grab at him each time he licked up
into her vagina. He could feel those big beautiful knockers bounce against
his belly every time she thrust at his prick, and they were hot and heavy.
He rubbed his flesh against them, felt with his hands for her ass, pulled
her close and held her tight. God, she was sucking up a storm on his cock,
and he was wild for her. He wanted to come right in her fucking mouth, but
he knew his climax would be that much sweeter for waiting for the young
cunt. He gulped for air and pried her thigh from his head, forcing her leg
high enough so he could move deeper along her body. He licked his way from
the cunt to every inch of flesh around it, flicking the heavy folds of
erotic flesh with his tongue nibbling them with his teeth. She was
writhing and thrashing under him. He grinned. He wanted her really hot.
He wanted her to like it so damned much that she'd come back for
more--whenever he wanted her! He started his tongue along the deeper
crevice of her ass, heading for her asshole to rim it and see how she liked
that. He was willing to bet that she'd never had it before. For all her
big tits and popped cherry, she was still a pretty green kid.

 It surprised him a little how much he enjoyed the young flesh. He'd known
that he'd been taking a chance making a play for a girl so young. Just a
kid, but he liked the idea now ... even more than the hot body should
warrant. Maybe it was the idea of the forbidden fruit of the child ... He
grinned again and found her asshole with his tongue.

 It surprised her so that she almost let go of his cock. He pushed the
hard tool back into her throat and moved his hips so she'd know he wanted
her to keep up the good work. Now his tongue was at the tight, puckered
muscle of her anus. He licked over it, around it, at it. She whimpered
but kept sucking him. He could tell that he was turning her on high, and
the thought made him lick harder and faster at her asshole. He poked his
tongue against the tightly drawn muscle and forced it open enough to admit
just the tip of his oral organ. She groaned and her body quivered. She'd
never had this before ...

 Francie felt as if she had fallen into a bubbling cauldron of molten
steel. Her whole body ached and boiled for what he was doing to her. She
thought she'd go out of her mind when he began to suck her cunt, but now it
was even wilder. He was licking her asshole and driving her to spasms of
wild delight. His fingers found her cunt and began to play in it while his
mouth was busy at her back gate. "Oh, Lord!" she moaned on the hard
driving cock in her mouth. "Oh, Lord!" Her lips pounded to try to tell
him. She was coming! She couldn't stem the hot tide of orgasm that washed
over her. It flooded her, carried her to dizzying heights of ecstasy. She
felt the hot spurting juice swamp his hand and run out of her cunt. He
felt it, too, and he made a quick move to put his mouth back to the spout
of her pussy and drink up the nectar.

 His face and mouth were covered with her come-juice, and his tongue lapped
furiously to catch as much as it could. Now he was ready, too hot to wait
any longer. He shoved her back, forcing her to lie flat on the lounge
chair and pulling his cock from her mouth with a loud popping sound. He
scrambled on top of her.

 "Christ, baby, I'm so fucking hot! Let me in that little love
hole--ooooohhhh yeah!"

 He was atop her, pushing down at her body with impatient thrusts. His
stabbing, swollen shaft of sex found the ready, wet, wide-open target of
her pussy. It slammed into her like a piston.

 Francie felt it and when it hit bottom, digging into the thick, wet pulp
of her vagina and forcing the tight muscle to spread and let him penetrate
the inner opening of her uterus, she felt the hot, ready orgasm hit her
again.

 "Aaahhh! Oooooo, I'm commmiinngg!!" She pounded her fists at his naked
back, drummed her heels on his ass and tried to force him harder and deeper
into her. She was on fire, coming violently but still knowing she was not
through, that he would make her come again ... "Yeeesss!!!"

 "Christ, you're tight and hot ... how's this baby? ... what a fuckhole
... mmmm, goooddd ..." He felt the film of sweat cover his body. The
night air seemed ten degrees warmer, but he knew it was the heat radiating
from her body and meeting his own. Her cunt was a hot, hugging clamp on
his prick. When she came, more hot spurting juice bathed his hard,
stabbing tool. It lit new fires for him. He wasn't going to hold off much
longer. Not with a wet swamping cunt like this around him. She was damned
good fucking ... nice tight little-girl fucking ... he liked it more and
more each second!

 Outside the summerhouse, Robin hunched in the shadows and watched and
listened. Her young body was shivering, but not from the cold. She had
never felt like this before, never known what hot, sweet pain her young
organs held. Her mouth was dry, and she kept licking her lips as the girl
in the chair a few feet away moaned and cried out in delight. Robin
pressed her fists to her belly and tried to stop the hard, hot pain that
grew there. Her thighs were moist under the short nightgown, and her
hairless pubic mound throbbed with a dull, aching need. She could feel the
tiny bud of flesh between the folds of flesh sting and pulse, and she
wondered what it would feel like to have a man lick it and touch it. She
shivered again and bit her lip to keep the whimpering cry silent.

 The couple in the summerhouse probably wouldn't have heard if she screamed
aloud. They were caught in the final throes of their passion, fucking hard
against each other as Stan's climax became imminent.

 "Ooooohhh!" The girl's hips rose to meet his thrusting prick.

 "Here it comes, kid. Christ, I'm coming, I'm commmiiingg noowww!!!" And
he did. The hot, heavy load of semen gushed from his stabbing cock and
spurted into her heavenly cunt. It sloshed and bubbled, filling her and
mingling with the thick load of her own juices, which had already swamped
her hole. It felt like a ten-megaton explosion.

 Francie gasped as the new wave of lust filled her, and was instantly set
off to an orgasm by his hot geyser of semen. The man drove the hard shaft
into her over and over again, hitting her with new fury and drawing out
every drop of fucking come-juice her young body could produce. Their sex
organs meeting made loud, wet sounds in the night and it was difficult for
her not to scream aloud her pleasure. Instead, she moaned and groaned it
in a rough whisper.

 "Mmm, ooowww, yyeeesss, aaaggghhh!!" Her fingers clawed at his smooth,
hard shoulders, trying to find a hold in the flesh to keep him close. She
was slick with their mingled perspiration, drenched with their mixture of
sex secretions. Her whole body tingled hotly. When he finally slowed and
came to rest atop her, she was gasping for breath. She clung to him, her
arms tight around his damp body as he lay on her. She could feel the hot
pressure of his chest and the curled dark hair that covered it on her tits.

 She could still feel the hard pressure of his cock in her cunt and the
heavy pressure of his body against her clitoris. She wanted the pleasure
to last forever.

 But he pushed away after a few moments. "Wow, that was the best fuck I've
had in a hell of a long time!" he said.

 She smiled and reached for his cock as he pulled it from her cunt. It was
still firm, but it had lost the rigid need it had been filled with before.
She clamped her fist around the sticky wet shaft and stroked it gently.
"Really, Mister Hawley?"

 He fondled a tit and swung his legs over the side of the lounge chair so
he could sit up. "Hell, yes! God Almighty, girl, you could please ten
men!"

 She giggled. "You don't mind that I'm only sixteen?" Francie asked
softly.

 He laughed and touched her hand where she held his prick so lovingly.
"For a kid, you know how to please that tool." He groped on the floor for
his pants to get a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled deeply. "Francie?"

 "Yes, Mister Hawley?"

 He dragged on the smoke and looked at her in the glow of the halo of light
from the cigarette. "I want to see you again--soon."

 She didn't answer right away and he squeezed her tit and poked his finger
at the dormant nipple to bring it alive again. She felt the tremor run
through her. She wanted to see him again. Lots ...

 "Okay?" he prompted.

 She nodded and whispered, "Yes, Mister Hawley ... yesss."

 In the shadow of the trees, Robin was doubled up with the hot pain in her
own belly, which had not been satisfied. She was confused, not sure what
to do. She had never felt like this before, and it frightened her a
little. She had set out to learn and widen her education about grown-up
things. Now she was caught in a tight, hot web that she couldn't free
herself from. It hadn't helped to see and hear the lovemaking of her
father and the neighbor girl. She had learned a lot, a lot indeed. But
now she had a very pressing and real problem. One of the things she
learned too well was that her own body was longing for the ritual of love.
Dazed, she realized now that what she felt was desire--even lust. She
wanted to be fucked. She wanted to experience the wonder of a hard cock in
her body, feel it throb and push at her female flesh the way Francie had.
Up until now, she had thought of sexual pleasure as something reserved for
adults--like her mother and father. Now she realized it could happen much
earlier than she had suspected. It had happened to Francie. It was trying
to happen to her--her body was ready; she only needed a man.

 She came back to reality with a start. The two figures in the summerhouse
were stirring, getting ready to leave.

 "... a quick swim to wash off," her father was saying.

 "We shouldn't--"

 "We can be very quiet. Christ, I can't go back into the cabin dripping
with your cunt juice, baby ... My wife's not all that dumb!"

 Soft laughter. The two figures picked up the clothing they had scattered
on the floor in their haste, and let themselves out of the screened
enclosure. The two nude figures, arm in arm, ran softly down the slope to
the water.

 Robin waited until the man and the girl had eased themselves from the end
of the dock into the lake. There was hardly a splash to betray their
movements, and Robin could no longer see them. She pushed herself to a
standing position, holding onto the tree until the tight coiled pain in her
belly let up enough for her to stand. She breathed deeply, filling her
lungs with the cool night air and trying to slow down her pounding heart.
Then very slowly and carefully, she made her way back through the trees
toward the cabin.
Chapter 3.
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 Crossing the clearing, Robin noted that her mother's car wasn't parked
near the cabin. She was still out. Robin couldn't help wondering what her
mother would say if she knew about Daddy and Francine Collins. She
wondered how wives felt about their husbands having sex with other
women--or girls, in this case.

 The heaviness in her guts had let up a little, but it wasn't gone.
Robin's damp thighs rubbed together as she crept along in the darkness, and
the feeling made her excited. Everything seemed to add to her excitement,
and she kept wondering what it would feel like to have a man's sex organ up
inside her.

 She let herself into the cabin and made her way to the bedroom stealthily.

 She closed the door and began to climb into her bed.

 "Where have you been?" Jodi's harsh whisper sliced the silence.

 Robin jumped and her heart pounded, racing with fright. "To the 
bathroom," she lied.

 "You were not!" Jodi sat up and peered across the space between the beds.

 "I went to the bathroom and you weren't there! You've been outside!" The
voice was trembling and full of accusation. Jodi leaned over so her face
was only a few feet from her sister. "What were you doing out there?"

 Robin felt the panic swell in her chest. "Nothing. I just went for a
walk." She thought quickly. "It was warm and I wanted to cool off."

 "I'm gonna tell Mom--"

 "No! Don't!" Her panic was real now, and it told in her voice.

 Jodi laughed softly. "Then you'd better tell me where you were and what
you were doing." Smug satisfaction tinged her words.

 Robin got along well enough with her sister. With only thirteen months
separating them in age, they shared a lot of the same interests and were
only a grade apart in school. But there was a slight rivalry, with Jodi
feeling compelled to do everything her older sister did, beat her whenever
she could. Yet the two girls felt a closeness in many ways. They were
younger by several years than their two brothers. The boys, Kevin and
Drew, were in high school and had interests far beyond the scope of the two
'kid sisters'. Right now, they were off on a canoe trip along some remote
Canadian-border lake. They spent only a few days each summer at the lake
cabin that Jodi and Robin still loved for the whole summer ...

 "Okay," Robin said with a sigh. "Come on over here. I don't want Mom or
Dad to hear us talking and come in to check."

 Jodi scrambled from her bed and hopped onto her sister's. "They're not
home," she whispered. "I looked."

 Robin nodded. "I know. Mom hasn't gotten back from town yet. And I know
where Dad is."

 "Oh? Where?"

 Robin grinned in the darkness. "Promise not to tell?"

 "Of course, dummy. Now, come on. What's this all about? Does your going
out in the middle of the night have anything to do with Dad being out?"
Jodi was excited and her words came out a little breathlessly.

 "Sort of." In a low hushed voice, Robin told her sister about what she 
had done, beginning with the overheard conversation that afternoon down at
the dock. Jodi listened raptly as Robin described her excursion to the
Murphys' summerhouse to watch their father and the young girl from down the
road meet in their stolen rendezvous. From time to time Jodi interrupted
with a question.

 "You mean you really saw them naked?"

 "Yes, of course. The moonlight was bright and it was almost like daytime.

 I could see real good."

 "What was he like ... Daddy? Tell me, ooohhh, tell me everything!" Jodi
bounced up and down on the bed.

 "I will if you stop interrupting!" Robin delighted in her special
knowledge and was eager to talk about it. "He's big. His penis is real
long and it was hard--so hard it kind of stuck out from his body instead of
hanging down. She grabbed hold of it."

 "Aahhh!"

 "That's not all. That was just the beginning." In slow, delicious
detail, Robin recounted the events that followed. She told her sister how
their father had made the girl suck him while he licked and sucked her. "I
couldn't see for sure," Robin said, "but I think he was kissing her ass,
too. Maybe even licking it."

 "You're kidding!"

 "No. He pushed way up between her legs and she made all kinds of funny
noises. She was really excited, so he must have been doing something. His
hands were all over her--in her thing and all!"

 "Then what?" Jodi was so excited she could hardly breathe. She wanted to
hear everything. Oh, how she wished she had been with Robin to see all
these wonderful things!

 "Well, after a while, Daddy got on top of her and they--well they--you
know ..."

 Jodi kicked her feet against the mattress. "They screwed. Fucked. Oh,
gee, I wish I could've seen him slip his dick up her cunt!"

 Robin stared at her sister in the dim light of the room. "You ... where
did you learn ..."

 Jodi giggled. "I've heard Kevin and Drew talk. They didn't know I was
there, but they were talking with that guy, the pal who's always hanging
around in the city. You know, Ward Riggs. He thinks he's hot stuff,
always talking about screwing girls and feeling their tits and stuff."

 "Do you suppose Kevin or Drew has ever fucked a girl?" Somehow, Robin had
never thought about her brothers that way. Now the possibility intrigued
her.

 Jodi shrugged. "I dunno. Once I saw Drew without any clothes on and his
pecker was hard. He kind of doubled over like he wanted to do something
with it himself. It was big, really sticking out." She sounded proud of
information.

 "What did he do?" It was Robin's turn to ask questions. She tried to
think of her brother without clothes. Was his sex organ as big as her
father's? Drew was only fifteen, and Robin didn't think it would be.
Maybe Kevin's ... he was seventeen, almost a man.

 "He sat down all bent over and sort of rocked back and forth. I couldn't
tell if he was holding himself or not. Then I heard someone coming and I
had to duck."

 "Where was this?" Robin wanted to know.

 "In the house, the city. I was outside the window. He didn't see me,
didn't even know I was around. I had just come back from the park and no
one else was home. He was taking a shower, and when he came out of his
bathroom and into the bedroom, I saw him."

 "Well, if his penis can get hard, I suppose he could fuck a girl."

 Jodi giggled. "If any girl would have him! He's such a dope!"

 The two huddled and smothered their giggles in the bedclothes. Then Jodi
said, "Tell me more about Daddy and that girl. It makes me feel all funny
inside when I hear things like that!"

 "Me, too. Gosh, I even got wet between the legs while I watched them and
heard the stuff they said."

 "Really?"

 "Uh-huh. I felt all squishy inside, like I wanted it, too." There, she
said it. Out loud, she'd said the thought that had been growing inside her
head ever since she'd witnessed the scene in the screened patio.

 For a moment the bedroom was silent. Jodi looked at her and Robin felt
tingly all over. Jodi let her breath out in a long, slow sound, like the
wind against a screen. "Yeah," she whispered. "Sometimes I think things
like that. At school Patty Doyle had a book with some pictures ...
screwing pictures."

 "Real ones?"

 "Uh-huh. Photographs, in color. Her dad sent away for it and she swiped
it from his desk. We looked at it in the girls' bathroom. Wow! They were
something. And when I saw those pictures, I felt kind of funny, too. Like
you say ... all squishy inside. I'd like to have a man's cock go up into
me. Mmmm, it must feel good. The girls in the pictures sure looked
happy."

 Robin nodded. "Francie sure liked it. You should've heard her!"

 "I listened to Mom and Dad once ..." Jodi confessed.

 Robin giggled. "Me, too. I even peeked through the keyhole and saw
them."

 "Really? Was it good?"

 "Well, I couldn't see too much through that little hole, but I liked it.
Gosh, I wonder ..."

 They were quiet again for several moments, knowing each other's thoughts
without words. Jodi spoke first. "Why don't we find out what it's like
for ourselves."

 "How?"

 She shrugged. "Get someone to fuck us."

 Robin felt her mouth go dry again. It was exactly what she had been
thinking and now the exciting thought was out and taking form.

 "We don't have big tits yet or anything. How are we gonna get some guy to
go for us? I don't even have any hair down there yet," Robin said with a
sigh. She peered at her sister in the gloom. "Do you?" The idea that her
sister might be ahead of her was alarming.

 Jodi laughed. "No, but Patty Doyle says men like to fuck little girls'
twats. They're nice and tight."

 "How would she know?" Robin scoffed.

 "Well, promise not to tell? She swore me to secrecy."

 Robin's head bobbed up and down quickly. "Sure, sure!"

 "Well," Jodi said, "she says her uncle fucked her. You know, her father's
brother lives with them. He's thirty years old and not married. Patty
says he climbed into bed with her one night when her folks were gone and
began to play with her. When she didn't get scared, he did other
things--you know, let her touch his thing and get it hard; then he put it
in her. He told her how tight she was and how he liked young girls and she
was very special. He said that lots of times uncles and nieces do it
together, even fathers and daughters."

 Robin's breath was a tight band in her chest. "You think she was telling
the truth or lying?"

 Jodi shrugged again. "I don't know, but it would be pretty hard to make
up all the stuff she told me. I mean, how would she know it?"

 "Maybe she read that book, the one her father had."

 "No, it was just pictures. Patty had lots more detail, like what it felt
like and stuff. I think maybe she was telling the truth. She even made me
swear not to tell any of the other kids for fear someone would let it slip
to a grownup and it would get to our folks. She didn't want anything to
spoil it between her and her uncle."

 "You mean they still do it? More?"

 Jodi nodded. "Every time they're alone in the house, she says."

 "Gosh ..."

 They thought about it awhile, staring into the dim room and trying to
imagine what it would be like to know a man physically and intimately.
Then Robin said, "Do you suppose we could get Kevin or Drew to do it?"

 Jodi made a face. "Maybe, but why don't we try Dad?"

 "Daddy?"

 "Sure, you said yourself he was big and hard for Francie. Maybe he likes
young girls ..."

 Robin remembered a fragment of the hushed conversation of the couple in
the screened summerhouse. "You don't mind that I'm only sixteen?" ... "You
could please ten men." Their father had enjoyed the young girl ... he
liked the tight cunt. He'd liked it very, very much.

 "Should we?" Jodi asked again.

 "Okay," Robin agreed. "Let's!" For a minute, they hugged each other and
giggled with their delightful secret. Then they tried to think of a way to
accomplish their purpose.

 "We have to get him alone somewhere," Robin said.

 "Yeah, then we have to get him hard and hot. Patty says once a guy gets
hot he wants to fuck and can't stop. So if we can turn him on good, he'll
do it."

 "Should both of us try at the same time?" Robin questioned.

 Jodi chewed her lip. "We might scare him off. It might be better to
start a little slower ... just one of us."

 They peered at each other, neither asking the question but both thinking
the same thing. Which one?

 They heard the car then and saw the sweep of lights across the back of the
house.

 "Mom's home!" Jodi scrambled from her sister's bed. "We can talk about it
tomorrow. Gosh, I'm so excited!" She hurried back to her own bed.

 Robin pulled the sheet up over her head and curled up in a tight ball
under it. She was very excited, not only by the thought of what might be
coming in the future but still by the thoughts of what she had seen earlier
tonight. Cautiously, she put her hand between her legs and felt the upper
parts of her slim thighs. They were sticky and still slightly damp. She
hadn't imagined it then. She was wet and ready for a man. That's what the
pain in her belly was.

 Robin knew for sure that she wanted to be first; she wanted to be the one
who felt her own father's big, swollen cock push up into her virgin cunt.
She wanted to feel his weight atop her, feel his hands all over her body as
they had been on Francie's. Even though she didn't have big, swollen boobs
like Francie, she wanted her father to rub her and make her feel good.

 She touched her breasts, searching for some sign of swelling, some
indication that she would soon develop into a woman. Was it her
imagination or could she feel a slight swelling, a new fullness there? She
sighed and buried her face in the sheets. Robin's mother had talked to her
about growing up, about the onset of her menstrual periods and the growth
of her body. Mom had even suggested that it would start any time. After
all, she was almost eleven, would be in four months. Lots of girls began
that early, Mom had said.

 Robin snuggled down under the sheet and smiled. Maybe getting fucked
would help her grow up faster.
Chapter 4.
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 Francie felt the cool water on her overheated body and submerged quickly.
She was still overheated from the exciting, wild time the man had shown her
up in the screened summerhouse. Wow! She'd known it would be good, but he
had surpassed her wildest dreams. He was a man, a real man. That
hard-driving cock was something else again. It made all the others she had
had, the boys she knew, pale to insignificance. Not that they weren't good
... she liked fucking no matter who gave it to her! But Hawley was
special. And the things he'd said and done ... mmmmm, it had been
delightful. She could still feel the tingling delight in her belly. God,
how she'd come! Over and over! And she thought she'd die when he licked
her asshole. That had been wild.

 Francie swam out and floated on her back in the moonlight. Her tits stood
up high, like sails above her body. The cool water made her nipples pop
again, and the pulling sensation was pleasant. She heard the splash and
saw Hawley swimming slowly toward her. She treaded water and smiled,
waiting for him.

 "Hi, baby." His hand groped for her crotch under the surface. He darted
his head toward her and tried to kiss her.

 "Shhhhh, sound carries on the water," she warned.

 "Then swim in with me so I can fuck you again," he whispered. He tugged
at her arm.

 She laughed softly and swam along with him until they reached shallow
water. He grabbed her quickly and pressed his naked length along hers.
She felt the hard pressure of the stiff cock at his crotch, knew he was
hard for her again, wanted her. The thought excited her and she spread her
legs under the water and arched her body to him.

 "Christ!" He poked upward, missing on the first try and bending for a new
thrust. The second try was successful, and his prick spread her vulva and
pierced the washed cunt. The cool lake water spurted into her body with
him and she shivered delectably. He shoved harder and completed his
penetration.

 "Jeeezzz!" He was humping at her.

 "Shh, ooohhh, aaahh!" She almost forgot about sound carrying when he
slammed up into her cunt. She was hot all over again. He scraped against
her clitoris every time he jabbed, and shivers of lust raced through her
belly. She wanted him again, wanted him now.

 But he couldn't get good leverage this way, and he had to juggle his
balance to stay up. After a few impatient tries, he grabbed her arm and
dragged her toward the dock. Wordlessly, he pushed her over it in the
shallow water, making her lie face down with her ass angled toward him as
he stood behind her. His crotch was in place now, and he stabbed the hot
tool toward her again.

 Francie almost screamed when instead of digging into her cunt the thick
whipping prick found the tight hole of her anus. He pushed on it, and she
whimpered. He pressed harder then, and lay his weight on her, putting his
face close to hers.

 "Be quiet," he whispered. "Relax ..."

 Then he pushed hard and the cock drove itself right into her asshole. She
stuffed her fingers in her mouth to cut off the cry of pain and hot lust
that flooded through her and made her forget everything but wanting him
again. Her feet came off the bottom and splashed on the surface of the
water. He pressed his face against her so she could make no sound. Then
he braced himself on his arms along her ribs and began to fuck the tight,
hot tunnel with furious strokes of lusting need. He wanted her again, this
way, hot and dry and in the ass. He felt the surging power of his new
erection and lust. He was going to come again. He was going to come now!
He shoved it up her, snaked back for another thrust, pushed harder. She
was so fucking tight his foreskin jerked along the length of his cock as if
it would be pulled off. The thick ridge of the head of the tool scraped
along the stinging-hot tissues. A few dribbles of juice leaked from his
cock and oiled the tunnel, and that set him off. He came in a hard burst
of spurting semen, came as good as he had earlier in her cunt.

 When he was done, he backed off her slowly, panting for breath and weak 
with his own pleasure. She lay very still for several seconds, and he got
a little worried. Maybe he'd been too rough. He walked over to her and
bent over her.

 "Are you all right, baby?" he whispered.

 Francie moaned softly. "Yes. Oh, my god! I came again! You made me
come again!" She sounded shocked.

 He grinned and slapped her ass playfully. "It was good. Haven't you ever
been fucked in the asshole before?"

 "No. Oh, my god, it was wonderful!"

 It was his turn to remind her to be quiet. "Shh, we'd better get out of
here now before we get caught!"

 She stood up, walked into the water again and bathed her hot, throbbing
body. She watched him sluice water over his cock, then bend so he could
douse it good before he emerged from the lake and picked up his clothes.
He dried himself with his shorts, then pulled on his clothes. He was
putting on his shoes when she ambled out of the water finally. Even now
after he'd taken her so many times, she was a beautiful sight in the
moonlight. Her big, firm tits bobbed on her ribs and water dripped from
the nipples. The dark triangle of hair at her crotch was a thin shadow on
her pearly flesh.

 He let her use his shorts to dry herself before putting on her gown and
robe again. Then he kissed her lightly and asked if she wanted him to walk
her back to her cabin.

 "No," she said quickly. "My father or someone might be up. I'll sneak
in." She turned and started away.

 He grabbed her arm. "Francie, when will I see you again?"

 She giggled, and let him pull her close in a hard kiss, one heightened by
his probing tongue. "I'll be around ..."

 "That's not what I mean."

 "I don't know," she said. She was still a little scared of being found
out, and she knew it was impossible to make plans very far in advance.
She'd have to wait and see what happened tomorrow. God knew she sure
wanted him again--soon. The sooner the better, and the more he wanted her,
the better she liked it.

 She left him then, scurrying through the trees and shadows. Near her own
house, she paused and listened. She thought she'd heard a sound in the
brush behind her, but it didn't come again. She decided it must've been a
nocturnal animal, and she walked on slowly. She had spent her summers at
the lake place for many years, and she wasn't afraid of the dark, lonely
road. She rather liked the privacy it afforded. She was glad she had
consented to meet Hawley, and that everything had gone so great. It was
the best part of the whole summer--of any summer. It was the best thing in
her whole life.

 The cabin was dark and she let herself into her bedroom quietly. Her
heart was still pounding at a fast rate, and she slipped into bed and
shivered delightedly. She closed her eyes and thought about the man she
had left.

 The sound was so soft that she wasn't sure she heard it, but her eyes flew
open and the shadowy figure was bending over her. She gasped but no sound
came from her lips.

 "Shhh, it's me, Jack." Her brother put his hand on her shoulder, and his
fingers gripped her flesh hard.

 "Ohh, what are you doing here?" She could hardly talk.

 "Move over ..." He shoved at her body. He was climbing into the bed and
she tried to shove him back.

 "What the hell do you think--"

 "Shut up, you little cunt--whore!" he said. "I watched you with him.
Don't give me any of your lip." His hands grabbed at her under the sheets.

 She was scared. He had seen her and Hawley! My god! But what--

 She didn't have a chance to wonder long. His hand was under her
nightgown, jerking the thin cloth up and feeling for her crotch, prying in
the thatch of sparse hair.

 "Spread your legs, baby sister. I want some of that hot cunt you've been
giving away so goddamn freely!"

 She shook her head, unable to believe she had heard right. Her own
brother was planning to fuck her!

 He knifed his knee between her legs and climbed over her. She realized
then that he was naked. His hot, dribbling prick stabbed at her belly as 
he tried to find her cunt with it.

 "Don't!" she said and tried to push him away.

 "Don't act coy with me, Francie. How would you like it if I tell your boy
friend Mister Hawley that you're not sixteen yet? You're not even
fourteen! Won't be for three months. He's been fuckin' a goddamn
kid--jailbait!" He shoved at her, and the hot cock hit her labia, seared
the flesh and made her shudder.

 "No--don't tell him!"

 "Then give me a piece of the action. Or maybe I'll tell Pa you've been
sucking and fucking around with the neighbors ..."

 His cock darted up into her. She was dry from the hard screwing she'd had
and the effects of the cool lake water. She hadn't expected another
session. He pushed in hard, forcing his pounding cock into her cunt. It
pulled and she bit her lip to keep quiet. Then he was in--all the way
in--and she was feeling a new warm wetness inside her. It flowed slowly at
first, then spurted quickly as he began to push in and out of her with
short, measured strokes. God, she was hot again! Her own brother was
making her hot and wet and ready to come. She lifted her knees and clamped
his darting hips and rode with him.

 In muffled silence they grunted and humped together in the dark bedroom.
Only yards away, their parents slept, unaware of the wild passion that was
being pursued by their son and daughter in another bedroom.

 Francie felt the hard pressure of her pending orgasm. Her brother's prick
was a hard, stabbing spear lancing into her young cunt. She thought about
the lie she'd told Hawley about her age. She'd been pretending to be older
ever since she met the Hawleys the previous year, when they'd bought the
cabin. She'd seen Hawley before--he'd owned a cabin several miles away on
another lake. When he bought the one here, she'd made up her mind she
wanted to have him. She was afraid that if he knew she was only thirteen,
he'd never come near her. Even though she had the body of a woman. So
she'd lied, and he hadn't found out. And she had gotten caught by her
brother.

 But he was good, almost as good as Hawley. She pressed her legs and
raised her hips to tell him she was going to come. He didn't need any
encouragement.

 He was so damned hot he knew it was only a matter of minutes. He'd been
hot ever since he spotted his sister sneaking out of the house and followed
her to the place where she met Hawley. He'd listened and watched from the
shadow of trees along the road. And he'd seen and heard plenty. Enough to
make him hard and needy. And now he was finding out that his kid sister
was plenty damned good, just like Hawley had said. God, she was tight and
firm, like a virgin. At seventeen, Jack had fucked enough girls to know
the difference between an experienced and an inexperienced twat. And his
sister knew a lot--a hell of a lot.

 He came then, ejaculating his load of churning, boiling semen into the
swamp hole that sucked him deep with each thrust. He came, drove hard, and
came some more. He could tell by the hard, twitching spasms of her cunt
that she was coming, too, and the idea made him grin. He was as good as
old man Hawley any fucking day of the week.

 After a long time, he climbed off her and sat panting a few minutes on the
edge of the bed. She lay very quietly for a long time; then her hand moved
over his rump and squeezed his ass gently.

 "It was good, Jack."

 He grinned and grabbed for one of those big tits, which were hidden under
the thin nightgown she was wearing. He liked the feel of her ripe
woman-flesh. It was hard to believe that she was only thirteen and had
tits that size--and a cunt so talented.

 "Okay, kid. I'll let myself out." He moved off in the shadows, stooped
to pick up his clothes. The door closed silently behind him.

 She was alone. She lay hugging her belly for a minute. Her body had
given her so much pleasure tonight, that it was hard to overcome. She
still tingled and felt good all over. Her legs were almost numb with the
rays of lasting pleasure that radiated through them. Finally, she forced
herself to get up and tiptoe into the bathroom to clean herself. She let
the thick juice drip from her body, then took a washcloth and wet it under
the tap. She scrubbed at her genitals with the harsh rag for several
minutes, then tossed it into the laundry hamper. She drank a large glass
of water and went back to bed.

 She was asleep almost the instant her head touched the pillow.
Chapter 5.
---------

 When Robin and Jodi woke the following morning, they were surprised to
find their mother already up. Usually after she'd been out late she slept 
until noon, and the girls were left on their own to amuse themselves.

 Nina Hawley was still pretty at thirty-seven. Her face was oval shaped
and smooth-skinned, giving her a youthful look. She helped the natural
blonde of her hair with Tighteners, and she had managed to keep her figure
despite four children and approaching middle age.

 She smiled at her girls now and set out cereal and milk for their
breakfast. "You two want to ride along with me today?"

 "Where?" they asked in unison.

 She made a face at them. "This is the day Kevin and Drew get back from
their canoe trip. I have to pick them up at Meritsville."

 Robin had forgotten that her brothers were due back now. Normally she
would enjoy the ride to the town sixty miles away and the chance to poke
around in the stores before coming back to the isolation of the cabin. But
she was reluctant to go today. She woke up with thoughts of what she and
Jodi had discussed the night before, the plan about their father, and
somehow it seemed essential that she stay here at the cabin while he was
here. She waited for Jodi to answer first.

 With her ever-present enthusiasm, Jodi accepted the idea readily. "Can I
go?" She was always eager for a trip.

 Nina smiled. "Sure, glad to have company. How about you, Robin?" She
glanced at the older girl.

 Robin shook her head. "Naw, I don't feel like riding today."

 Her mother raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Not sick, are you?"

 "No," Robin said quickly. "Feel great. But it's hot and I'd rather swim
..."

 Her mother nodded and turned back to pile dishes in the sink. Jodi looked
at her sister suspiciously, as though suddenly remembering there might be a
reason to stay at the cabin. She was trying to decide if the slim plans
they'd made the previous night were sufficient enough to make her miss out
on a day's fun in town. She decided against it, and began spooning cereal
into her mouth again.

 After breakfast, Jodi cornered Robin in the hall before running out to the
car, where her mother was already waiting.

 "You gonna try anything now? I mean with Dad," she whispered sharply.

 "No, of course not." It didn't sound too convincing.

 Jodi frowned. "Maybe I should stay home."

 Robin shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going swimming." She turned and
entered the bedroom. Her heart was pounding with the excitement of the lie
she had told her sister and she was afraid Jodi would know it. The younger
girl stood in the doorway several seconds, watching while Robin pulled her
swimsuit from the rack in the bathroom that opened off their bedroom. Then
she turned and ran out to the car.

 Robin stood listening to the sound of the car as it moved off down the
road. The country silence closed around the small cabin again, and Robin
let her breath out slowly. She dropped the bathing suit over the edge of
the tub and leaned toward the other door of the small bathroom. The room
opened off the two bedrooms of the cabin. On the other side of the door,
her father was still sleeping, she knew. She imagined she could hear the
faint sound of his breathing.

 She chewed at her lip and wondered what to do next. Could she get her
father excited, get him to touch her or want her? In the light of day, the
plan that had seemed so exciting the night before seemed doubtful this
morning. She felt shivery at the idea and turned away from the door to
pick up the bathing suit again.

 But she might not have a better chance or one as good. The others were
gone, only she and her father were in the house. And he was
sleeping--naked. Often she had caught glimpses of him as he got out of bed
in the morning and moved sleepily toward the bathroom. He was always
naked, never wore pajamas or underwear to bed. She thought of the glimpses
she'd had of him and of the shadowy figure in the patio the night before.
His cock was big and hard. When he got up in the morning, sometimes she
had seen it hard, too. Maybe he always woke up that way.

 The idea thrilled her, and she knew she had to make at least an attempt to
get to him. But she couldn't climb into his bed just like that, could she?

 She looked down at the shorts and shirt she had donned when she got up.
No, that would be a mistake. Besides, she wanted to feel him warm and
close to her flesh. Quickly she went back to her own bedroom and pulled
off the brief outfit she was wearing. She got a shortie nightgown of very
thin cotton from her drawer and pulled it over her head. She didn't bother
with the tiny panties that were supposed to go with the gown. She glanced
it herself in the mirror and made a face.

 Damn it, she had no shape at all! She thought about Francie's big tits
and how her father had handled them and liked them. She felt her own flat
chest. Only the slightest swelling rose under her palms. She sighed and
tried to push at the tiny mounds of flesh and make them bulge more, but it
didn't help. She could see the dark circles of her nipples through the
thin cloth. Would he like them? She lifted the gown and stared at the
image in the glass. Her pubic area was smooth and round, still childish.
She ran her hand over it and was sure she felt a faint fuzz, the beginning
of the thatch of hair that would someday cover her there. How could she
still be such a child in build when she felt so grown-up inside? Just
thinking about her father made her belly tighten. She closed her eyes for
a second and imagined again the scene she had witnessed the night
before--her father's big swollen cock spearing into the young girl's cunt.
She gasped as her imagination made her shiver delectably. Quickly, she
left the bathroom and let herself into her parents' bedroom.

 The shades were still drawn and the room was dim. The sun didn't reach
this side of the house until afternoon, and the thick wall of trees beyond
the windows kept the house in shadows. Across the room she saw the mound
of her father's sleeping body. She tiptoed to the bed.

 He was sleeping with his mouth slightly open but breathing softly and
regularly. His naked chest was dark on the stark-white sheet, which he had
tossed half off his body. The white cloth slashed across his flat, firm
belly and tangled under his body. One leg sprawled on top of the sheet,
and the other was covered.

 Robin stood staring at him. The dark, tightly curled hair on his chest
looked like a soft, down mat, and Robin resisted the impulse to reach out
and feel it. Her father grunted and rolled to his side, his legs kicking
at the sheet and pushing it out of his way. Robin held her breath. The
sheet had fallen away from his hip and she could see the long, soft rope of
his cock. It lay across his thigh like a sleeping snake. She studied it,
bending close to the bed for a good look. She had never seen a penis up
close and it sure didn't look like the pictures in the diagrams in her
sex-education classes! It was thick and dark in color. A few dark hairs
sprouted along its length, and the base of it was hidden in a dark thatch
of curled strands. Below the dormant organ, two large, roundish balls fell
sideways onto his leg. She studied these closely. The skin was ridged
like seersucker cloth. The color of the balls was dark red, darker than
his penis. The sac was covered with a thin layer of sparse hair. Beyond,
she saw a darker patch where the crevice of his body curved toward his ass.

 She heard the sound and suddenly realized it was her own breath. Her
heart was pounding and she felt the first signs of wetness between her
legs. She moved closer to the bend of his body and put her face as close 
to his sex organs as she dared without waking him. She could smell the
musky odor of his sex organs and it excited her even more. She took a deep
breath and very carefully climbed into bed with him.

 He moved, straightening his body and she quickly pushed her length along
it. She could feel the heat from him touch her, and she found it was hard
to breathe. She was very quiet, and her flesh quivered as she strained to
press against her father's sleeping form. She had planned in her mind what
she would say if he woke too soon and questioned her, but she was still
hoping she might be able to get some pleasure from him before he came to
enough to realize it was her. She was counting on his normal groggy state
when he woke. She knew that he barely opened his eyes, scarcely knew what
was going on for a long time after he wakened. He hated to wake early, and
getting up on time for work was always a chore for him.

 Now she snuggled against his body, making sure that her nightgown pushed
up and her naked belly and thighs were on him. Ooooohhh, he's so warm and
so wonderfully soft! She let her belly scrape along his crotch hair
gently. It sent shivers of rushing delight through her. She had to bite
her lip to keep from whimpering her pleasure. She felt the penis between
their bodies stir. It seemed to grow fatter, thicker, pull up from its
at-rest position. Robin wanted very much to look at it, see what was
happening, maybe even touch the cock with her hot hand, but she didn't dare
move. The feeling in her belly where the hot tool touched her flesh was
too wonderful to risk losing or disturbing.

 With great care, she eased even closer to him. The tip of his prick
jerked and slid along her pubic mound. Robin thought she would die from
the wild, fiery delight that raced through her whole body. She gritted her
teeth to keep from shivering.

 The cock was hard now, stabbing out from his balls and thighs, jutting
toward her young flesh. Robin arched her back so her crotch moved closer.
At the same time, she lifted one leg so there was enough space for the
thick, red-tipped hot poker to go between her legs. She had no idea how to
get it inside her; she wasn't even sure where to aim, but she knew she
wanted to feel it on her thick, dry mound of flesh, feel it move toward her
wet folds around the opening to her body. She moved again and captured the
prize she sought, then lowered her leg to clamp it tightly between her
quivering thighs.

 Her father mumbled in his sleep and his tongue ran over his dry lips.
Robin could feel his breath over her hair and she could feel the tiny
nipples of her tits press at the mat of hair on his chest. Still sleeping,
her father tossed his arm over her and pinned her close to him.

 Tears filled Robin's eyes. She was so hot. So warm. She knew that
something very strange was happening inside her body, and she longed for
the fulfillment of sexual intercourse. She knew she wanted the hot penis
between her legs to push upward into her and fill her ... She wanted it so
badly she couldn't lie still. She wiggled her ass and tried to force the
stiff organ upward. Her father grumbled and moved again, rolling toward
her and pushing her almost onto her back. For a second she thought her
thighs would lose their grip on the cock, but he moved forward and it
stayed in the warm haven of her childish pussy.

 Her cunt had come alive now, aching and wet for him. She could feel the
slow trickle of her juices wet the tool, and it twitched to make her even
hotter. She had known it would be fun, exciting, but even this little bit
was driving her crazy. She couldn't stand the pressure in her guts any
longer. She had to make her move, had to try to accomplish her purpose.
God, she was getting wetter and tenser by the minute!

 She wiggled and tried to impale herself on his shaft of flesh. The wet,
hot head slid over her labia and past the tiny cunt opening. She moaned
softly, almost in tears now. He was lying almost atop her and she couldn't
move enough to force the change of position she wanted. And to push at
him, to try to move him, would surely waken him. And she was afraid of
what would happen then. After all, he was her father, and he didn't need
her for sex the way she needed him. He had Mom and he had Francie ...
maybe even other girls or women. But she had no one but him ... and she
wanted him now.

 She moved again and the hot spear touched her swollen tissues. She held
the cock there, tightening her thighs around it, forcing the big prick
between the folds of erotic flesh. It touched her clitoris and sent shock
waves of pleasure through her lower belly. But his cock was flat against
her cunt and she couldn't wiggle enough to poke it upward. In desperation,
she finally reached down with her hand and grabbed her father's cock.

 The sudden motion woke him. Her father grunted, rolled half off her;
then, as if thinking better of it he rolled back and onto her. It was a
reaction without thought, a sexual need he wanted fulfilled. He wasn't
aware of who lay beneath him. In his groggy state, he probably thought it
was her mother, Robin decided. She quickly spread her legs and held her
breath, waiting for him to complete the action he had started.

 Stan Hawley came awake very slowly, not wanting to open his eyes to face
the new day. He hadn't slept enough ... he wanted to sack out longer ...
but, Christ, he was hard, and Nina was pulling him onto her and into her.
He could always use a quickie then go back to sleep. Without opening his
eyes he rolled on top of her. His cock was stiff and he felt the heavy 
pulse pounding along its length and deep in his guts where his action
began. He pushed between her legs.

 He was only dimly aware that it was different this time, and his foggy
brain made no effort to identify the difference. Smooth flesh, he thought.

 He pushed and the tip of his cock parted the hot lips and tried to enter
her. Christ, why the hell didn't she open her fucking legs and let him get
in her snatch! He shoved again and heard the tiny whimper.

 He opened his eyes and found himself staring down at his ten-year-old
daughter.
Chapter 6.
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 For a moment he was too stunned to move. He was braced over her, his hard
cock stabbed between her slim legs, the tip of it already wet and uncorked
from the sheath of foreskin, ready for fucking. He had thought it was
Nina! A wave of horror washed over him at what he had almost done.

 He forced himself away from her naked flesh and dropped back onto the bed,
propping himself on one elbow and shaking his head in disbelief.

 "My God! Robin! What are you doing here!" His voice rasped from his
throat like fingernails on a blackboard. His kid! He'd almost fucked his
kid! His face was filmed with cold sweat. He saw her glance at his
genitals and he quickly jerked the sheet to cover himself. She tried to
smile at him.

 "Are you all right, baby?" he asked quickly. He was scared, so scared his
guts ached. He'd almost fucked his own kid! He looked at her now, lying
there with her nightgown tangled all around her so her baby cunt was open
to his sight. His mouth went dry and he looked away. Why the hell
wouldn't his prick go down! The goddamn thing was still as hard as tooled
steel. He laid his arm across his lap and tried to look as though he had
nothing to hide. His fucking cock was sticking up like a flagpole.

 "Yes, I'm all right," Robin said in all very small voice. She didn't
sound all right, and he peered at her.

 "You sure, honey?"

 She nodded and bit her lip.

 "God, baby, I'm sorry. Christ, I was half-asleep. I didn't--" He 
couldn't go on and he had to look away again. His cock was still a ramrod
and his loins ached. What the hell was the matter with him! He glanced at
her again. She looked so damned sweet and innocent lying there. The thin
nightgown she wore barely covered her flesh, and he could see the dark
patches of her nipples through it. He wished she'd pull down the gown, or
cover herself so he couldn't see the smooth, gleaming mound of her pubic
area. He didn't have the guts to do it for her. He didn't dare touch
her--not the way he still felt. His mind whirled in confusion, and he felt
as though he had a colossal hangover. With guilt, he remembered the girl
last night--Francie. Maybe his sleeping brain had been busy with thoughts
of her when he tried to mount Robin.

 Robin touched his arm ... "I'm all right, Daddy, honest." She smiled and
he had to offer half a smile in return.

 "You're sure?" he asked.

 "Yes, I'm sure."

 "What are you doing in here?" he asked.

 She licked her lips in a quick nervous gesture and smiled again. "I
wasn't feeling so good. Mom and Jodi went to pick up the boys, but I
didn't feel good so I went back to bed. Then I felt worse, and I got
scared. So I came in here ..." She couldn't look at him with the huge lie
on her tongue.

 He put his hand to her forehead. She felt a little warm but not really
feverish. "Where does it hurt, honey?" he asked.

 She hesitated, then pressed the palm of her hand to her belly. He
frowned, forgetting his own problem as his concern for the child grew. He
touched the naked flesh of the smooth white belly below the line of tan
where her shorts and swimsuit ended. She was firm and warm, and he probed
his fingers gently at the flesh. Appendix? He poked but she didn't jump.

 "Does that hurt?" he questioned.

 She shook her head.

 "Here?"

 "No."

 "Here?"

 She shook her head. "Down further." The two words were barely a whisper.

 Would he do it? Would he touch her where she wanted him to touch her?
She held her breath and closed her eyes partway, watching him through the
narrow slits.

 He paused, unsure, yet needing to know. Slowly, his hand moved down on
her body. The heat seemed to increase and he couldn't resist the pressure
that seemed to grow on his fingers. He was hypnotized by the gentle
swelling just above the juncture of her thighs. She was still lying as
she'd been when he climbed off her, with her legs spread slightly. He had
a spasm of lust as the memory of his hot cockhead against that virgin
territory assailed him. He was sweating again, but he couldn't move his
hand from her pubic mound. It was so smooth, so incredibly warm and
smooth. He felt his fingers twitch, and her body quivered slightly under
them.

 "This where it hurts?" he asked. He pressed lightly and had to catch his
breath as his cock jerked violently with desire. Somewhere deep in his
conscience, he knew it was a game, that she wasn't in pain, but he couldn't
stop. His hand moved again, over the hump and to the softer flesh of the
edge of her labia. She shivered now, and he didn't look up at her. His
fingers probed gently at the softer part of the hill of erotic flesh,
moving gently and slowly down and toward the crevice that hid her virgin
cunt.

 "Yes ... there ... yesss ..." Her words were escaping breaths fluttering
in the quiet room, hovering between them like a lover's plea.

 He swallowed hard. His throat was very dry now and he was having trouble
breathing. His lungs were on fire, and his belly was a tight knot of pain.

 His prick was poking the sheet upward and a small spot of wetness stained
the peak of the tented cloth.

 She moved, very suddenly, and his hand was between her legs, burning
against the hot, damp tissues of her youth. Stan's breath made a harsh
sound in his throat and he bent forward before he could get control of
himself. He forced himself to pull away from her.

 "Oooowww," she moaned in mock pain and closed her eyes.

 He looked at her, trying to read the expression on her face, trying to
understand what was happening between them. For a few seconds, he could've
sworn she was doing this deliberately! He gnawed at his lower lip. That
was impossible. She was only a child--ten years old! She wasn't even
mature yet! It couldn't be--it simply couldn't be! It had all been in his
mind, a product of his conscience about Francie and his horny dreams in the
night that followed. He'd wakened with a pee hard, and moved to her
without knowing what he was doing. She was just a kid, a lovely little
girl who--

 She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

 The tight pain in his chest eased slightly and he breathed again. "You
feel better now, baby?"

 "A little."

 "Well, you'd better get back to your own bed now and maybe you can sleep a
little." He had to get her out of here, get away from her before his own
pain got any worse. He couldn't believe his own physical feelings at this
moment, and he didn't trust himself. And he couldn't get out of bed with
the goddamn hard-on he had. He touched her hip lightly and she rolled
toward the edge of the bed.

 She sat up and the thin nightgown fell over her enticing, smooth crotch.
"Daddy?" She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "You're not mad
at me, are you?"

 "Of course not, baby; why would I be mad?" His voice was creaky and his
mouth dry.

 "'Cause I came into your bed--"

 "No, don't be silly. I just want you to feel better."

 She nodded solemnly again and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "I
do feel better now," she said slowly. "Being with you and having you touch
me, hold me ... that made me feel good."

 She got up then and walked slowly across the room before he could react to
her words. He watched her until the door closed behind her. Then he sat
for several minutes just staring.

 His mind raced over the possible meanings of her last words. No, he was
being foolish again, reading things into her words that shouldn't be there.

 It was his own crazy mixed-up lust that was hinting at sexual overtones in
what the child said. God, he had to stop thinking these things.

 He threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed. His cock was still hard
and jutting. He could feel the thick pulse-beat along the length of it,
the hard pressure of need in his balls. He had gotten excited being near
her--his own daughter, ten years old--and he'd wanted her. He pushed the 
thought from his mind, refusing to accept it despite his knowledge that it
was true. He'd be careful from now on, make sure he wasn't alone with her
in situations like this. God, that had been close.

 He entered the bathroom and stood over the sink to wash. What would he
have done if he had not wakened at the moment he did? Suppose he hadn't
realized who it was with him until he had already penetrated her vagina?
Suppose he'd realized it was Robin only when he was already at the height
of his lust, taking what he wanted, getting his passion spent? Would he
have been able to pull out? Would he have wanted to?

 He bent over the sink and doused his face with cold water, cupping it in
his palms and holding it to his hot face over and over until some of the
fever began to dissipate. He had to stop thinking about it. Of course he
would have stopped! The shock would have ended any need he had. But he
was human ...

 He finished washing, and sluiced cold water over his cock, which was still
struggling with the fullness of its need. He felt the cold, sharp sting of
the water, and the shock helped reduce the hard-on. He was all right now,
he told himself. He was all right. He opened the medicine cabinet and
reached for his toothbrush.

 In her own bedroom, Robin sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the bathroom
door. She had closed the door to her father's bedroom from the bath but
had left the second one to her own room open. She wanted to watch him, to
see him. When he entered the bathroom he went right to the sink and held
cold water to his face. She could see his hard cock jutting between his
legs as he bent over the basin, and she licked her lips. The memory of
that hard, hot tool on her flesh made her shiver with delight. Oh, why had
he wakened when he did! Another minute and she would've known what it felt
like to be fucked! He had been all set to push right up into her cunt,
when he saw who it was. Another minute ... and she would have known what
it was like to be a woman. Would it hurt, that first time? She had felt
the tight pressure even in the very small partial penetration he'd begun.
Would she have had an orgasm right away? She wondered how long it took,
what an orgasm really felt like.

 She sighed. Well, she'd almost gotten him. And she had seen the look in
his eyes, the dazed expression on his face. He had wanted her. She knew
it just as surely as she knew she wanted him. She knew, too, that she
would try again. She had to succeed.

 Her belly ached with a hungry gnawing pressure that was like a glowing
fire inside her. Her thighs were damp and sticky where the juices that had
run out of her were drying. Some of it had come from his penis, too. She 
shivered again at the thought of the hot wet head touching her leg, her
labia.

 In the bathroom, she watched him splash water on his still-hard cock. He
couldn't get it down. That made her smile. He did want her--she had made
him sexy. He began to brush his teeth.

 She stared in fascination at his genitals as he peered in the mirror and
finished brushing his teeth. He hadn't looked toward her door yet, so he
didn't know she was watching. She had to smile at the insistent pressure
that filled his cock. It pleased her to think she had done that to him,
and it made her nice and warm in her belly to think she would soon have
him. She wasn't going to give up. Next time she would be more aggressive,
more demanding. She had to admit to herself now that she had been plenty
scared. But she wouldn't be next time. She knew now that he would not get
angry with her and throw her out, push her away. She could excite him, and
next time she would do it more fervently, so much so that he would not be
able to stop and try to ease his pain with cold water!

 He shut off the taps and turned to the toilet. He had to push his stiff
prick down in order to urinate, and Robin watched in absolute fascination.
When he was done, she saw that hard-on had vanished finally, and the long
cock hung limply over his heavy red balls. He turned back to the sink
then.

 With a sudden movement as though he had just glimpsed the open door, he
whirled to stare right into her eyes. For a moment the house was silent as
the father and daughter looked at each other across the two rooms.
Outside, a bird trilled a song somewhere high in the trees over the cabin.
A vagrant breeze rustled the leaves of the aspen in a soft, whispering cry.

 On the lake, a distant motor hummed as a boat trailed a white wake behind
it.

 They stared across the space. Stan felt the swift knife pain slash his
loins, felt the quick involuntary jerk of his cock as it began to come
alive again. He realized he was holding his breath. Before he could
change his mind, he turned and went quickly back into his own bedroom,
closing the door and slipping the lock carefully. He leaned against the
panel and let his breath out in a long, slow sigh.

 In her bedroom, Robin saw him leave, saw the door close, heard the snap of
the bolt. She smiled. It wouldn't be nearly as hard as she'd thought.
Next time. Soon. She pressed her damp thighs together and wrapped her
arms over her breasts. She wouldn't be a virgin much longer.
Chapter 7.
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 Nina and Jodi reached the place where they were to meet Kevin and Drew,
and Nina parked the car in the shade of a huge oak tree. The boat landing,
where the boys were to come in from the trip, was at the edge of town on
the shore of a huge lake that was part of a chain that ran along the
border. The day had grown warm, and now the air hung around them like
ribbons of dampness. Jodi wished she had brought her swimsuit.

 "I'm going down the street and have something cool to drink, baby. Want
something?" Nina climbed out of the car.

 "I think I'll stay here awhile," Jodi said. She knew that her mother
preferred a nice cold drink at the local bar to the root beer she might be
forced to have if Jodi went along.

 Nina smiled. She reached in her purse and pulled out a dollar bill.
"Here. If you change your mind there's a pop stand over there." She
jerked her head toward the outdoor stand near the corner. She snapped her
purse shut and walked toward the cool dimness of the bar.

 They'd been in this town often enough so that she didn't have to worry
about Jodi getting lost. The whole town wasn't big enough to get lost in,
she thought with a laugh. A nice gin and tonic would hit the spot and
ready her for the drive back.

 Jodi leaned against the car, fingering the bill. She was thirsty; a root
beer would hit the spot. She sauntered across the road and climbed onto a
high stool at the counter. A bored-looking teen-age girl with big knockers
waited on her.

 Jodi sipped the cold drink and watched the girl behind the counter as she
moved listlessly, pushing a wet cloth over the counter. Jodi wondered how
old she was, and what size bra she wore. Gee, it would be nice to have her
own body grow up. Then boys would look at her that special way, want to
feel her. She thought about Patty and her uncle. Patty didn't have big
tits, either, but her uncle didn't mind. Maybe men liked young girls
because they were tight and firm, like Patty claimed. Jodi sipped at the
root beer and wondered what it would feel like to have a man's cock slide
up into her body. She thought she'd like it. She thought about the night
before, and what Robin had seen and heard. Wish I'd been there to see it
myself, she thought wistfully. She couldn't help wondering if her sister
was planning anything this morning. It was strange that she hadn't come
along. It meant she and Daddy were alone in the cabin. Jodi smiled at the
thought. She didn't think Robin would have nerve enough to do anything. 
Robin was a chicken when it came right down to it. Jodi was the more
adventuresome of the two, bolder by far. When she wanted something, she
went after it.

 The more she thought about fucking, the more she was sure she wanted it.
Ever since Patty had told those stories, Jodi had thought about it often.
The plans she and Robin made the previous night were very real to her. No
matter what Robin did this morning, if she did anything at all, Jodi knew
she was going to find out firsthand about fucking. With her father, or
with her brothers, maybe all of them.

 She saw the canoes pull into the landing across the road, and quickly
finished her drink and started back to look for her brothers. She spotted
Kevin right away but didn't see Drew. When she reached her brother, he
seemed surprised to see her.

 "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Where's Mom?"

 "Cooling off in the bar," Jodi said bluntly.

 Kevin laughed. "Drew will be along in a little while. He's with the
second group. Why don't you wait here for him, kid? I've got something I
have to do before I go home." His glance went past her toward the root
beer stand where the girl with the big tits was wiping her hands on her
apron and watching them.

 "Where ya goin'?" Jodi asked slyly.

 Kevin didn't answer. He was already on his way across the road, and the
girl was out of sight in back of the small stand some place. Jodi leaned
against the dock post and waited to see what was up. A few seconds later,
she saw Kevin and the girl come from behind the small building. Kevin's
arm was around the girl's waist and they were walking very fast toward the
grove of trees beyond the edge of the clearing.

 From the way the girl looked at Kevin, it was apparent they knew each
other. Jodi grinned, pushed herself from the post and sauntered after
them. She had the feeling that if she followed them, she might see
something interesting. The least they would do would be some heavy making
out. Maybe he'd even do more; who knows?

 When the couple vanished in the shadows of the trees, Jodi ran lightly so
she wouldn't lose them. There was no path that she could see, and she
didn't want to let them get too far ahead of her. Once beyond the fringe
of the trees, she slowed down and listened. Ahead, she thought she could
hear the light crunch of branches and leaves as they walked. She moved 
quickly but lightly so they wouldn't hear her.

 Then she could hear their voices. Jodi stopped and listened to the low,
murmuring sound. They weren't far now. She moved forward again on
tiptoes.

 Kevin and the girl were in a small clearing, standing in a tight embrace,
mouths fused in a hot kiss. Kevin's hands were exploring the girl's ass,
tugging at the white skirt of the uniform, inching it up. The girl's
creamy tanned thighs came into view, and Kevin's hands were on them at
once. He was pulling hard at her, pushing her crotch to his, bending his
body so his cock hit right where her legs came together.

 Jodi licked her lips and hunched down to watch. A moment later, Kevin
pulled his lips from the girl's open mouth.

 "C'mon, Jean, let's not waste any more time. God, I've been dreaming
about fucking you ever since I left here last week." He was unzipping his
jeans, pulling them down and off quickly. He wasn't wearing any shorts,
and his heavy-hanging cock and balls coming into sight so quickly that they
made Jodi gasp. She pressed her hand to her mouth and giggled softly. She
didn't want them to hear her!

 Jean unzipped the white uniform and stepped out of it. She tossed it over
a branch of a bush nearby, then strained to unhook the bra at her back.
Kevin watched her, grinning. Her huge tits jumped out of the white cupped
cloth. They were bigger than Jodi had thought. They bounced and bumped
against the girl's ribs. The huge dark circles at the ends of the domes
were like painted silver dollars, and even from the distance of her hiding
place, Jodi could see the hard pips of the nipples jutting out.

 Kevin saw them, too. He skinned off his T-shirt in a quick motion and
advanced to the girl while she was still pulling off the white nylon
panties. He grabbed for the dangling melons of her breasts.

 Jean squealed slightly, then stood up and pushed herself closer to the
boy's groping hands. She closed her eyes and put her head back, caught in
the delight of the moment as Kevin's big hands covered the ripe flesh of
her tits and mashed at it.

 "God, baby, let me at them--" Kevin pulled her with him to the ground,
his hands cupping the full swelling of a tit and holding it so he could
catch the nipple in his mouth. He sucked it ecstatically. Jean moaned
softly and rolled her hips.

 The girl's hands felt between their bodies for the penis she wanted. Her 
fist closed around it, grabbed it hard, pulled. It was already getting
hard. Jodi could see the bulging red flesh ooze over the top of the girl's
closed fist each time she pulled back on the cock. The head was a red
mushroom cap, thick and heavy on the huge stem. Then the girl's hand began
to move so fast that it was hard for Jodi to see much of the prick at all.
Kevin made small groaning sounds as he sucked the girl's tit. He liked
what she was doing to him. He liked it a lot.

 Jodi filed the knowledge in her brain for future use.

 Kevin's hand went down between the girl's legs, into the dark patch of
hair at her crotch. The girl moved her feet and spread her cunt for him.
From where she was, Jodi could see right up into the dark shadowy patch of
hair. Then Kevin's hand closed over it. At first his fingers were curved
over the whole area; then he began to pry at the folds and find an entry
into her. Jodi heard the wet sound when he slipped his hand into her
pussy.

 They were both moaning now. Jodi knew it wouldn't be long until she saw
them fuck. It wouldn't be long at all. She smiled and pressed her fists
to her belly, into the bend of her body where she crouched. She felt
something warm and strange between her legs--like when Patty described what
her uncle did to her.

 Kevin pulled his mouth away from the succulent tit and gasped for air.
"Jeez, I'm so fuckin' hot ..." He rolled the girl to her back on the soft
grass. He was over her then, crawling between her spread legs.

 Jodi held her breath as she watched him grab his cock and push it at the
girl's cunt. For a second, Jodi saw the wet red lips part to accept the
tool; then Kevin slammed his body hard at the girl and she raised her legs
to wrap them around his body.

 "Ohhhhh, fuck me, Kevin, fuck me!" The girl whimpered and cried as her
body came up to meet each dive the boy made into her. Kevin's long blond
hair flopped over his face as he drove his penis deep into the girl, pulled
back and drove again. The wet smacking noises filled the small clearing
and they made Jodi very excited. She quivered as her imagination put her
in the girl's place ...

 "God Almighty, I'm gonna come!!!" Kevin could hardly talk he was shoving
it to her so hard.

 "Yes ... ohh, yessss--give it to me! Give it to me! Now! NOW!!" The
girl's hands clawed at Kevin's naked back. The fingernails left tiny red
trails on the deeply tanned muscular shoulders.

 He didn't notice. Kevin felt the hot warning pain and the almost
instantaneous shooting of his load. He felt the hot semen pour from his
cock, fill Jean's cunt and wallow in its own juice. She came, too; he felt
the tightening of her cunt around his organ, felt the thrust of her muscles
on him, then the warm mingling flow of her juices. He drained himself in
the lovely wet hole, a week's worth of come-juice he'd been saving for her.

 It was several moments before he finally slowed and stopped. He fell on
top of her, panting for air, his body bathed in sweat from the heat of his
passion and the hot afternoon.

 Jodi was so excited it was hard to sit still. She had heard their sounds
of passion and watched the couple come together in lust. She had seen
it--seen even more than Robin had the night before in the summerhouse,
because there were no shadows or darkness to hide the nude figures, the sex
organs, the copulation. She had watched every bit of it, and now her
breath was heavy in her chest as her own excitement would not die. It went
far beyond the sights she had seen. The excitement was deep in her belly,
the kind of needy feeling that talk of sex always brought to her. She
recognized it for what it was--wanting to be fucked.

 The couple lay in each other's arms, their bodies still joined together.
Kevin had rolled sideways without letting go of the girl, and his cock was
still in her cunt. It felt good to hold her close this way with her big
tits hard against his chest. Jean reached out and stroked his ass slowly.

 "Mmmmmm, that was nice, honey," she said. "It was a long week without
you."

 He pulled his head back slightly and grinned at her. "You mean you didn't
screw around with anyone else while I was gone?"

 She giggled softly. "Would it matter to you?" she asked.

 He shrugged and let go of her so he could roll on his back. His wet cock
slithered out of her pussy and flopped on his thigh. Jodi could see the
thick white creamy moisture clinging to it. "I don't know. I guess not."

 "You're such a goon about some things, Kevin!" Jean sat up and brushed
her hair from her face. Her big tits bounced and jiggled.

 "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, sounding a little angry.

 The girl laughed. "Of course, I screw around with other fellows. My god,
you only come up here to see me once in a while. What the hell am I
supposed to do the rest of the time?" She got up on her knees and spread 
her legs and looked between them. A heavy sludge of juice flowed from her
cunt onto the grass. She grabbed toward the branch and snagged her uniform
and dug in the pocket for a tissue. She began to wipe her cunt when the
flow of semen and cunt juice stopped. Kevin watched her with interest.
She tossed him another tissue and he wiped his cock with it.

 Jodi was fascinated by the way he pulled back the loose foreskin on the
organ and cleaned under it before pulling the skin up to cover the head.
The foreskin was like a blanket wrapped around and over the organ, and Jodi
hadn't realized how shielded the head was. She thought she could see the
bulge where the ridge pushed at the loose skin, but she wasn't sure. Kevin
let the penis flop against his balls and tossed the tissue into the bushes.

 "I guess you're right, honey. I didn't mean to sound jealous. It's just
that you're such a damned good lay, I'd like to keep you all to myself."

 Jean laughed again. "I suppose you are an angel down at that lake place
and in the city. No fucking around?" Her voice was teasing.

 He grinned and got to his feet as she began to put her bra on. He grabbed
his jeans and stepped into them. "Sure thing. Look, I'm gonna see if my
old man will let me have the car some night this week. If I can get it,
will you meet me? Maybe we can go some place and take our time ..."

 She shrugged. "Better call me first."

 He looked at her, then zipped his pants. "Yeah, well, it depends on if I
get the car." He wasn't going to beg. There were plenty of other girls
around.

 A loud bell ringing shattered the quiet woods, and Jodi jumped up in
fright. Jean quickly put on her pants, then the uniform. She pulled a
comb from her pocket and raked it through her long blonde hair. "That's
Harry," she said. "He rings that goddamn bell if things get busy and he
needs me. I gotta run or he'll have my ass!" She turned and started
toward Jodi.

 Kevin grabbed her arm and turned her around so he could kiss her. "Save
your ass for me, doll. I'll try to call you soon."

 The girl nodded and pulled away, ran back towards the road. Jodi just had
time to duck behind a huge pine tree so she wouldn't be seen. She waited
until the girl was out of sight beyond the trees.

 Kevin was shrugging his way into the T-shirt, and his face was covered
with the cloth as she stepped into the clearing. When he jerked it down, 
he gaped at her.

 "Jodi! What the hell are you doing here! I thought I told you to wait
for Drew--" He broke off as he realized she must've seen him and Jean
together.

 Jodi smiled. "It's okay, Kevin; I won't tell anyone."

 He stared at her, his mouth still open. Little snot. She had watched
everything. She could really foul up things for him if she blabbed. Could
he believe her? He squinted at her through narrowed eyes.

 "I swear I won't, Kev. Not as long as you're nice to me." Jodi said,
grinning impishly.

 Goddamn little snot. She was going to blackmail him by making him buy her
candy bars or taking her out in the boat. He could see it now. He ought
to put her over his knee and whale the shit out of her.

 "Okay, kid. I'll be nice, and you keep your goddamn mouth shut--okay?"

 "Okay."

 "We'd better get back before Drew and Mom come looking for us." He
clamped his hand on her shoulder and headed for the road. He'd like to
throttle her, but a few bucks' worth of candy or a few quick boat rides
were a pretty small price to pay for her silence.

 Jodi hid her smile. She'd made the deal; he'd agreed to it readily. Now
she was going to make him teach her all the things she wanted to
know--about sex!
Chapter 8.
---------

 All the way back to the cabin in the car, Jodi watched her brother as he
sat beside their mother in the front seat. She couldn't stop thinking
about the wonderful things that were going to happen soon. She felt all
warm and squishy inside, remembering how delighted that blonde girl in the
woods had been with Kevin. She thought about the plans she and Robin had
made to try to get Daddy to fuck them, and she decided her new plan might
be a quicker way to reach her goal. Daddy might take more persuasion to
get naked and hot. After all, he was their father and he was older. If
she used Kevin to teach her some good stuff--some things about fucking and
making a man hot--she'd have a better chance with Dad later.

 She thought about Robin and wondered if she'd tried to get close to Daddy
this morning. She doubted it. He was sleeping and probably wasn't even up
yet. Besides, he'd fucked that girl last night and he probably wasn't so
horny any more. Maybe, if she could find a way to get Kevin alone this
afternoon, she could try to get to Daddy tonight ...

 She wondered about telling her sister the new part of her plan and decided
against it. It would be fun to get screwed before Robin! After all, it
had been Jodi who knew about Patty and her uncle, her idea to get Daddy to
fuck them. No, she'd get both Kevin and Daddy; then she'd tell Robin after
the fun was over.

 As she stared at her brother, she realized he wasn't bad-looking. She'd
never thought of him as anything but a pesky big brother who was a pain in
the ass, but now she could look at him with more interest. He was tall,
almost as tall as their father. He had wide shoulders and a slim body--and
big sex organs.

 "What are you grinning about, Jodi?" Her brother, Drew, sitting next to
her in the back of the car, looked at her and frowned.

 She tried to look noncommittal. "Nothing. Just thinking."

 He shook his head as though calling her a dumb kid. Jodi shrugged and
looked out the window. She caught a glimpse of Kevin as he turned and shot
her a quick glance, but she didn't look at him. He'd know what it was all
about when she made her move.

 She tried to imagine when and where it would happen. Her mind created
pictures of the naked boy and herself ... on the beach ... in the lake ...
in a large silky bed ...

 Actually her chance came sooner than she expected. As soon as they got
home, the boys decided to go for a swim to cool off. Robin wasn't around
the cabin and their father was lying in the sun in the yard. He got up and
fixed drinks for him and Nina while the boys changed to their trunks.

 Jodi got her swimsuit on and grabbed a towel and went to the dock before
anyone saw her. She climbed in the back of the speedboat and lay down on
the seat. From here, she could listen and watch her brothers. If there
was a chance to be with Kevin she could move in any direction easily.

 The two boys swam far out into the lake, then back slowly. Drew stood on
the dock and let the water drip from his body for several minutes. Then he
took his towel and headed back for the cabin. Kevin climbed into the 
speedboat and started the engine. He didn't see Jodi since the convertible
top of the boat was up and she made sure she stayed far in the corner until
the boat was way out in the water. Then she sat up and peeked over the top
of the seat.

 Kevin loved the speedboat ... liked to feel the wind on his face and the
rushing air on his wet body. It was invigorating. He also liked the peace
and quiet of the middle of the lake. He often took the boat out, anchored
it in deep water, then lay in the sun on one of the seats that folded down.

 Jodi knew this, and she was counting on his doing it now. If he did, she
would be ready. She hugged her arms to her flat chest and rocked happily.

 Kevin anchored the boat and began to put down the seat. He saw her then.

 "What the hell are you doing here? For crying out loud, are you gonna
follow me around all the time?"

 Jodi grinned. "No."

 "Well, I'm gonna get some sun, so don't pester me." He got the leather
seat down and spread a towel so he could lie on it. He lay on his back and
closed his eyes, face upturned to the sun and body glistening. Jodi sat on
the other seat and looked at him.

 He was wearing navy blue trunks that clung to his slim hips and ass like a
second skin. She could see the large bulge where his sex organs were
caught to one side and trapped under the tight cloth. She thought about
how they'd looked this morning when he undressed for the girl ...

 She stared for several minutes before she moved closer and put her hand on
his bulging cock. He jumped as though she'd burned him. "What the--"

 She grinned. He reached down and shoved her hand away. "Cut that out!"
he said harshly.

 Jodi grinned and let her hand fall to his naked thigh and linger there.
He looked at her and frowned. She tightened the pressure on her fingers
and pressed them into his warm flesh. He didn't move.

 Jodi said, "You promised to be nice to me."

 He still didn't say anything, just stared. She knew he was surprised, and
she took advantage of it. Quickly she began to move her hand back toward
his crotch. He raised his hand as if to shove her away again and she shook
her head. "Let me," she said softly.

 "What?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

 "Let me touch it. I want to ..." Her small hand cupped over the soft
mound and kneaded it gently.

 He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was still in a state of
shock. He watched his kid sister with wary eyes, wondering what the hell
she was up to. He knew he should stop her, hit her hand off his cock and
balls, but he was mesmerized by her actions. Her hand was warm and
pleasant on him.

 "Show it to me, Kev."

 "Huh?"

 She nodded. "Take off the suit and show me. I want to see what it looks
like up close. I couldn't see it so good this morning."

 "You're crazy!" He gaped at her, stunned. But he still didn't move away
from her touch. Dumb kid. It was some dumb kid trick or game ... she
couldn't be serious.

 Her hand was still over his crotch, the fingers twitching slightly. He
felt so warm even though the suit was still damp. Did she feel a stirring
of the organ or was it her own imagination that made her think so? She
moved her fingers and tried to slip one under the edge of tight cloth. He
jerked his leg and moved his hand toward her.

 "Cut it out!"

 She shook her head. "No. I want to know a lot of things. I want you to
show me lots of things ... please?"

 "You're just a kid--"

 "What difference does that make?"

 He laughed. "You gotta be kidding."

 "Why? 'Cause I'm nine? I'm growing up ... I want to know all about
fucking and things like that."

 His voice was hoarse and breathy. "Go ask Mom."

 She shook her head. "I don't mean those things. I know that stuff. I 
want to know the real stuff ... like what to do and how it feels to be
fucked."

 "You're crazy!" It was barely a whisper.

 Her finger slid under the cloth and poked at the warm, soft mound of his
cock. "Am I?"

 "Jeeeeezzz!"

 She used her free hand to slip the straps of her one-piece suit off her
shoulders and pull the garment down over her thin body. He watched with
wide, wondering eyes. Her flat chest with the small dark circles of the
nipples came into his view. He tried to look away, but something stopped
him. He couldn't tell if it was the shock or the way she kept feeling his
cock with her warm hand. His guts rumbled and he felt a twitch deep in
them.

 "Please, Kev ... at least let me see and feel you so I know what it's
like."

 He sat and stared, paralyzed by a strange feeling that was completely new
to him. He'd never had anything like this happen before. He'd fooled
around with girls, fucked plenty of them even ... But no one had ever
deliberately done things like this to him. He sat and waited ... listened
to her soft voice beg him ...

 "Take off the suit, huh? I'll take off mine, and you can tell me stuff
and show me ..."

 He felt himself nodding in agreement. His mind was caught in the vise of
wonder, and he let her tug his trunks down over his hips. He got up and
took them off and dropped them to the floor of the boat. At the same time
she stood up and skimmed off the skimpy one-piece suit she wore and kicked
it aside with her foot.

 He looked at her as he sat down again. She was undeveloped. Her flat
chest showed no signs of tits yet. Her crotch was barren of hair. Yet
there was something enticing about her naked flesh, something he couldn't
explain but which he could not deny. She sat next to him on the flat
cushions that now formed a narrow cot. Her hand went to his crotch.

 Her fingers covered his limp prick and moved on it. He felt a twitch deep
in his guts and the organ jerked under her palm. She smiled and moved her
hand on it some more, lifting it and looking at the thick soft column of
flesh. Her mouth was open a little and her tongue flicked over her lips. 
Kevin's breath caught in his throat.

 She raised the penis and examined his balls, rubbing her hand over the
light haze of hair that covered them. He stared as she traced the line
that separated the balls, feeling it and touching the corrugated skin
carefully, savoring the smooth, yet wrinkled, texture. Her fist closed
around his cock and she tugged at the loose foreskin. The first few times,
it made him shiver slightly as the threatening excitement began to boil in
his belly. Then she pulled more vigorously, yanking the noose of skin all
the way back and making the head of his cock pop out of its covering
cocoon. He felt the instant response of his organ as it began to fill with
need and grow in her hand.

 Jodi's heart was pounding as Kevin took off the swim trunks. She was so
close to him she could see the tightly curled hairs at his crotch come into
view as he pulled the blue cloth down. She quickly jerked her own suit off
and kicked it aside. When he sat down, she sat close to him, pressing her
naked thigh against his, and immediately putting her hand to the wonder of
the naked crotch. Wow! His cock was so warm and soft in her hand. She
closed her fingers over it and felt it. It was delightful, a hidden
promise of pleasure. Shivers ran through her and she could feel a funny
tight feeling across her chest, as if some thick, sluggish liquid were
trying to fill her young breasts. It felt as if the tiny nipples of her
tits were going to explode. When she glanced down at them, she saw that
the little pips of flesh were straining out and hard. She licked her lips,
moved her hand over her brother's cock. She saw the soft sac of his balls,
and was amazed to see that it, too, showed a thin haze of hair. But it was
the skin that fascinated her most. It was ridged, like wrinkled prunes,
but it was so incredibly smooth and soft! She cupped the sac in her palm
and squeezed gently. Kevin made a funny noise in his throat, but he didn't
pull away from her.

 She squeezed again and found the full, hard cores inside the loose skin,
like twin golf balls hidden under the fleshy skin. She smiled and rolled
them in her palm. Kevin made another noise. She moved her hand along the
pale whiter line that seemed to separate the balls, traced it all the way
up his cock. Her fist gripped the tumescent organ and began to love it.
She pulled the loose skin down and watched the red eye of the head peek at
her. She pulled up and covered it, winking it out. The second time she
pulled harder and saw a bulge of glossy red skin emerge.

 It excited her, made her breath come faster and her belly tighten in
anticipation. She felt a wetness between her legs again--like she had the
day before when she watched Kevin fuck the girl in the woods. She was
getting excited, and she liked the feeling very much. She pulled harder on
the tool, which was now becoming fuller and thicker in her fist. This time
the head of his cock snapped out of the tube of skin in desperate need.
The gleaming, glistening skin caught the light and seemed to glisten
brighter. The head mushroomed out from the thick stem, ridged with a layer
of smooth, glossy flesh shaped like a cap. The tiny slit at the top oozed
a drop of wetness. On the underneath side, Jodi saw the thin band of skin
that seemed to hold the cap to the longer stem of the tool and she could
see it pull as she held her tight fist so the foreskin was stretched to its
limit. The drop of moisture gathered, broke and spread over the tip of the
now-hard shaft. Jodi was breathing hard.

 The boat rocked gently on the lapping waves. It was very quiet out in the
middle of the lake. No other boats were nearby, and the two siblings were
alone in their nudity and need. Jodi bent her thin young body and opened
her mouth to take the cock between her lips.

 Kevin gasped. "Holy Christ!" She was licking, and sucking him! He felt
her hot mouth close over him, wrap around his fucking cock and lap up the
dribbles of cock juice he was already forcing out. He knew he should stop
her, push her away, make her put her goddamn clothes back on and take her
home ... but he couldn't move. She was licking and lapping at him like
crazy.

 Jodi's mouth was filled with his prick and it tasted salty yet sweet. She
licked off the dribbles of wetness, sucked and tried to get more from the
prick. Patty had told her about doing this. Patty's uncle said it drove
him crazy. Patty said she liked it, too.

 Jodi liked it very much. She could feel the thick cap of smooth flesh
under her lips and tongue, feel the hard shaft of the cock itself beyond.
She moved her open mouth faster and harder on the lovely pecker.

 "Holy shit!" Kevin felt his guts knot. She was getting him hot! His own
kid sister was driving him out of his bird! He grabbed her head and shoved
her harder and faster onto his throbbing prick, trying to sink it all the
way into her fucking mouth. God, he was hot!

 Jodi felt a hot spurt of juice between her legs. She was getting hot and
sexy, all squishy inside. She had to feel this big, thick dick up in her
cunt. She let go, but he was holding her head and she couldn't pull from
his grip. He liked what she was doing and he didn't want her to stop. She
sighed and sucked him harder. But she wanted something, too, and she would
not give up. When she felt his grip on her hair relax, she jerked her head
up and looked at him.

 "Aagghh!!" he protested.

 "Fuck me ... fuck me ... Kev! I have to feel it go up inside my cunt ..."

 She was scrambling over him, pushing him down as she climbed onto his
crotch.

 "No--" His protest was feeble. His ramrod cock stood up from the nest of
crotch hair like a flagpole. She was crawling over it, her legs spread.
He saw the thick white mound of her pubic flesh. His heart pounded against
his ribs. His loins ached with a hot wildfire of need. She put her hands
down to her own crotch and spread the thick lips. He gasped and reached
for her enticing cunt.

 She was so smooth and silky. The thick lips parted under his huge tanned
hands; the ruby-red wetness of the inner labia came into sight. His mouth
watered. Jodi braced herself on the side of the boat, leaning over him,
panting for breath.

 "Do it, Kevin ... do it ..."

 "Jeeeezz! Let me lick it!" He grabbed her, pulled her so she was over
his head.

 She came down easily onto his waiting, open mouth. His tongue lapped over
the juicy-wet lips, sucking up the nectar of her young body. His tongue
found her baby clitoris and began to lash at it. Her whole body jerked and
shivered, and her hips moved passionately. The kid was hot! She was hot
for fucking! The thought drove him crazy. His cock was ready to explode.
He shoved her back then, forcing her over his erect tool again and pulling
her body down so the hot tip touched her flesh.

 Jodi whimpered. She was excited and a little scared. She wanted him to
finish what she had started, wanted to feel this hot poker shove up into
her. But it looked so big and thick ... It had filled her mouth ... what
would it do to her cunt? Was she big enough to take him?

 The tip of the dribbling cock touched her and she gasped aloud. She was
shaking now, shaking all over. She let him guide her onto the spear.

 "Don't be scared, kid ... easy does it ... oh, my god!"

 The thick, jutting shaft of hot flesh poked into the wet lips of her
vulva. Jodi held her breath. Kevin felt the tight hole and almost shot
his load. God ... it was tight and hot and good ... a virgin ... a virgin
kid ... jeeeezzzz! He pulled her down gently, forcing his cock to
penetrate the tiny opening. She whimpered and her eyes were wide, watching
him intently, betraying her hot lust. She wanted him to fuck her. He
wanted to fuck her. He pulled her hips and forced her harder. He felt the
stiff membrane of her hymen. A fucking virgin! God, he was hot. He
pulled his lips back in a tight smile.

 "Easy baby, easy god ... yeah ... ooooohhh ..."

 "Kev ... aaaaahhhhhh ... oooowwww!"

 "It'll only hurt for a second ... relax ... I've got to break through your
cherry ..."

 "Yeeeessss ... oooohhhh ... aaaaaggghhh!!"

 It popped, and a tearing pain shot through Jodi's cunt. But it gave way
to an immediate flood of hot joy and need. She cut off the cry of pain and
moaned in ecstasy instead. Kevin jerked her hard and forced his way into
her cunt. The thick, hard prick slammed up into the hot, hugging tunnel,
filling it and poking hard at the far end, distending the wall of thick
muscle to accommodate the long tool. She almost went out of her mind.

 The hot lust consumed her. New feelings she had never dreamed possible
raced through her and overflowed. She tried to tell him, but no words
would form on her tongue. Only sounds of delight and passion came.

 "Aaahhhhhh, mmmmm!!"

 "Fuck, baby, move it ... this way ..." He jerked at her body and put it
in motion.

 A moment later she had the beat and needed no help. She could feel the
hard shaft of flesh deep in her belly, feel the hot, dribbling tip score
against the bottom of the firepit, feel the hard pressure on her clitoris
each time she scraped over his crotch hair and pressed her body to his.
She came down, half-lying over him. His hips came up to meet each thrust.
Her face was above his, her mouth open and panting. His eyes were
half-closed in agony-ecstasy. She could see his red tongue beyond the gate
of his white even teeth.

 Her belly was on fire. She felt a hardening, a tension that surpassed
anything she had ever felt before. Something was going to happen to
her--she was going to come! She knew it as surely as she knew he was going
to ejaculate his heavy load of hot fuck juice into her! Her body quivered.

 He opened his eyes and his mouth. A low growl-like moan came from his
lips. His hands pulled her hips; his cock stabbed into her hot cunt.

 "Christ! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come ...!"

 "Oooooohhh, yeeeeessss going ... to ... come ... too ..." She shoved her
whole body at him then, driving herself onto the exploding cock with a fury
of lust and need. She felt his hot load of semen spurt into her, and the
force of it triggered the huge wave of her first orgasm. She felt the
undulating, rocking waves wash through her belly, stream out from the point
of contact where his hard male flesh touched her female softness. The
waves radiated down her legs, making her tingle and throb. She shoved her
cunt to him again and again until she was weeping with joy. He pushed up
at her until he was drained of come-juice and energy.

 He lay very still, and she collapsed atop him, her young tits hard on his
chest, her deflowered cunt wet and hot on his flaccid cock. She buried her
face in his shoulder and let her tears of joy dampen his sweaty shoulder.
The boat rocked gently on the quiet waves.
Chapter 9.
---------

 Kevin felt the warm air and the warm child on his skin. With great
effort, he pushed himself up, forcing Jodi to climb off his cock. He was
still quivering with the radiating pleasure of his orgasm. It had been
wild and wonderful, wiping out all thoughts of doubt about wanting his kid
sister sexually. She had done something to and for him that he'd never
felt before, and now he grinned at her as she scrambled from his lap.

 "God!" He shook his head in wonder.

 "Oh, Kev, it was wonderful ... I loved it! Mmmm, can we do it again?"

 "Christ, I'm pooped!" He stared at her in wonder.

 She giggled. "I don't mean right now, silly! Another time, maybe later
today or tomorrow ... any time!" Her face was radiant, her eyes a little
glassy.

 Kevin wiped his hand over his mouth. "Shit, I don't know ..."

 "You liked it, too; I know you did!"

 He couldn't deny that. He smiled at her. "You'd better believe it! God!

 How did you ever learn to fuck like that? You were a virgin; I had to
break your hymen, but you came on like wow! I've never had any girl fuck
me better!"

 "Really?" She glowed under the compliment. "Maybe it was because I was 
so tight; you know, small and not spread out from lots of screwing around."

 He laughed. "You really surprise me, Jodi. Where the hell did you learn
so goddamn much? You been reading books or something?"

 She laughed softly. "Sort of. And girl talk."

 "Girl talk! Hell, you're not even ten yet! What kind of girls do you
know!" He stared at her.

 She laughed again. "You'd be surprised. One of my girl friends started
fucking months ago ... she told me a lot."

 He shook his head. "God! Grade school swingers!"

 "What difference does it make as long as we liked it?" Jodi smiled at him
and let her hand move to his warm thigh in a caress. His leg quivered and
he lifted her hand.

 "Don't do that, kid."

 "Why not?"

 "God Almighty! We're sitting in a goddamn boat in the middle of the
goddamn lake! Anyone could come along ..."

 She giggled. "You didn't think about that a little while ago." She
reached for him again and he grabbed her wrist.

 "Listen, I'm not kidding. We could both be in real trouble if anyone sees
us. It was a dumb, crazy thing to do--and we've got to cut it out. Now."
He put her hand back in her own lap and reached for his swim trunks, which
lay tangled on the boat floor. He shook them out and started to pull them
on. "Get your suit on before someone comes by."

 "I'm all sticky ..."

 "Shit, I never thought about that." He looked around and found a small
cloth. He handed it to her. "Use this to wipe up some of it. When we get
back in, you can go for a swim and that will take care of the rest of it."

 He watched as she bent forward and started to clean herself with the rag.
She inspected the thick white creamy sludge that was moving slowly along
the inner side of her leg. It fascinated her and she poked her fingers in
it and rubbed them together. "I never knew it would be so heavy," she said
in awe. She had covered her hand with it now and she raised it to her nose
to sniff it. "Mmm, smells male." She grinned impishly and put out her
tongue to taste it. "Salty."

 "Crazy kid." But he was fascinated by her eagerness and openness. She
wanted to learn everything she could about sex, and she just did what she
wanted to do. He felt a tight pull of lust forming in his guts, and he
looked away. Christ, he couldn't let her start him again. He couldn't
risk it--god! If anyone saw him fucking his own kid sister there'd be all
hell to pay. Sure, he wanted her, but from now on he was going to be
damned careful where he had her. This fucking lake was almost in public.
He was sweating now thinking about what might have happened.

 "Put your suit on," he said gently. He stood up and pulled his trunks
over his nude torso. Jodi grinned and worked her way into the small suit
and pulled the straps over her thin shoulders.

 "Throw the rag overboard," he instructed.

 She did, and he pulled up the seat and sat behind the wheel. The engine
started at the flick of the key and the boat was purring toward the dock.
The wind on his face took away some of the heat and Kevin hoped his
excitement wouldn't show by the time they got home. Christ, if his old man
ever found out--he'd kill him! His own sister! He chewed at his lip to
hide his grin. He didn't want the kid to know how much he'd liked it.
Jeez, his balls still ached when he thought of that tight little snatch.
He'd have to play it very cool, but he knew he wanted to have Jodi
again--often. He was more than willing to teach the kid anything she
wanted to know. Holy Christ! She was teaching him something!

 He steered the boat to the dock and threw the line over the mooring post.
No one was around, and that suited him fine. He hopped out and let Jodi
climb out alone. He didn't dare touch her, not the way he felt about her.
Christ, he had all he could do to keep his cock from getting a hard-on just
thinking about her.

 He walked to the end of the dock and dove into the water. The cool water
flowed over his body and he swam with long, swift strokes underwater as far
as he could before his lungs were bursting and he was forced to surface.
He blew water from his face and looked toward shore. Jodi was swimming
close to the dock. He paddled around in the deep spot until she had
climbed out of the lake and wrapped a towel around her and gone up to the
house. Then he swam lazily in.

 In the cabin, Robin was in the bedroom when Jodi entered. She had
deliberately gone off when she heard the car returning from Meritsville.
She hadn't wanted to face Jodi and tell her that she had gotten into bed 
with Daddy. Jodi would be mad because she had acted alone and before her.
Well, it was only right; after all, she was older, so she should be first.
It was fair.

 Now when her sister entered in her wet suit, Robin said hi and turned back
to the magazine she was reading. Jodi was strangely quiet, but Robin was
glad of it. When Jodi had changed out of her swimsuit, Robin tossed the
magazine aside and smiled.

 "Did you have a good time in town?"

 Jodi shrugged. "Sort of. You should've come along."

 Robin grinned, then quickly tried to look serious. "I didn't feel like
the long ride. It's too hot. I went swimming." She looked away so her
sister couldn't read anything in her face.

 Jodi was looking at her strangely, almost as though she suspected the
secret. If she asked, Robin wouldn't be able to lie, but she didn't want
to volunteer any information. Besides, she hadn't succeeded totally.
Daddy had stopped too soon. Robin needed one more time with him. Would
she be able to get him alone some place tonight? The idea made her smile
and shiver slightly.

 Jodi watched her sister and wondered what she was up to. She looked
guilty about something, but instinctively Jodi knew that it was not getting
fucked that her sister was hiding. Jodi knew she would be able to tell by
looking at Robin if she had gotten to their father. No, that wasn't it ...
at least not all of it. Maybe she had tried? That could be it? But tried
and failed. Jodi couldn't resist the temptation to bait her sister, flaunt
her own success at her.

 "There was something--"

 Robin looked at her. "Yeah? What?"

 "Kevin's got a girl in town. He screwed her."

 "What?"

 Jodi grinned and nodded, the good news too much to hold back now. "Yep.
He got back before Drew, and Mom was cooling off at the bar so I followed
Kev and the girl. He took her in the woods and fucked her!" Jodi's voice
was a hoarse whisper.

 Robin sat up and leaned toward her sister. "You're kidding!"

 Jodi shook her head. "Honest. They took off all their clothes and he
fucked her there in the woods, in a little clearing. I was only a few feet
from them and I saw everything. And I mean everything!"

 Robin forgot her own secret in the excitement of hearing these details.
"What happened?"

 "They kissed and he started feeling her legs and ass; then he said he was
too hot to wait. They got their clothes off and he pulled her down to the
ground. He said he was so fucking hot he wanted her right away."

 "Did they do it--then?"

 Jodi sat on Robin's bed and leaned close. "They felt each other first.
Kev sucked her big tits and she found his cock and pumped at it. God, it
was so big and thick! Even from where I was hiding I could see the wet
stuff ooze out of it. Then he put his hand in her cunt and played with
her. They were rolling all over, hot and sexy." She paused.

 "Go on!" Robin punched at her arm.

 "Then they did it."

 "Tell me how--tell me everything!"

 "He rolled her onto her back and got between her legs. God, he was so
big; you should've seen it! He pushed it at her and she lifted her legs,
and that was it--he was in. I could see his balls whacking against her ass
and see the wet red lips of her cunt as he slid in and out of her."

 Robin hugged her belly and moaned with imagined delight. She wished she
had been witness to the scene her sister was describing. She listened
breathlessly while Jodi gave details of the fucking session, telling her
how it sounded, what the two people said, what it looked like.

 When Jodi told about the date Kevin tried to make with the girl, Robin
sighed. "Gosh, I'd sure like to see them ..."

 Jodi sighed and shrugged. "I don't care about that any more."

 Robin looked at her suspiciously. "What does that mean?"

 Jodi smiled, unable to suppress the bubbling excitement at the prospect of
telling her sister of her deflowering. She glanced toward the door to make
sure it was closed, then leaned closer and lowered her voice.

 "I went into the clearing after the girl left. Kev knew I saw--"

 "What?" Robin almost shouted.

 "Shhhh, for pete sake; someone will hear us."

 "You told him you watched?"

 She nodded. "And I promised not to tell as long as he was nice to me."
Her eyes glittered with excitement.

 Robin peered at her. "What do you mean?"

 Jodi giggled, unable to hold back her news any longer. In a rush of words
she told her sister about hiding in the boat and coming out when Kevin had
anchored far out in the lake. Robin listened eagerly and breathlessly as
Jodi described the events that followed, how she talked her brother into
it, how he tried to resist but couldn't ... and about the final, wonderful
results. Robin stared bug-eyed, unable to believe that her sister had
actually gotten fucked, but knowing it was true. She asked questions,
wanting to know everything. Jodi was eager and anxious to give intimate
details.

 "You can't imagine what it felt like," she declared. "Oh, boy, I mean he
was so big and so hard in me! I could feel him all the way up inside me,
every bit of his cock!"

 "You were sitting on him?" Robin asked again in awe.

 "Yep. Oh, boy, it was something. Then all of a sudden he said he was
gonna come, you know? Something happened to me then. It was like a
fireball in my belly, all hot and flaming, like long fingers licking at my
belly from inside. I could hardly breathe. The pressure was like a
bomb--and all of a sudden it went off. He shot a whole load of fuck juice
into me and--I dunno, it happened. I never felt anything so wonderful."
She was breathless now remembering and trying to describe the feeling.

 "You had an orgasm?"

 "I guess that's what it was all right," Jodi agreed. "But a word hardly
seems to describe it. It was like my whole body felt it--big waves washing
over me, drowning me in the sweet heat and loving wetness. God, it was
something!"

 Robin swallowed hard. She was almost in tears. She was glad for Jodi, 
but at the same time she was angry because her sister had succeeded where
she herself had failed. She thought about Daddy and his big cock almost
going into her. Almost. But almost wasn't enough. It made her angry to
think that Jodi had gotten fucked and she was still a virgin. It wasn't
fair. Her anger made her more sure than ever that she didn't want to tell
her sister about the time she'd spent with Daddy in bed this morning. No,
she would say nothing until she, too, could tell an intimate detailed
account of her loss of virginity. And she was more determined than ever
that she would find a way to get her father to be the one who had her cunt
the first time. Tonight. She would find a way to be alone with him
tonight.
Chapter 10.
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 Stan Hawley was nervous all day after the events of the morning with
Robin. He was visibly shaken, and he was glad when Nina and the other kids
got back and there were enough people around to relieve his fears of being
alone with Robin. He had to steer clear of her, stay at a distance so he
could not be tempted to do the things his body insisted on feeling when he
was close to her.

 At dinner, which they didn't eat until after seven, Nina announced that
she had promised a friend down the lake that she would go to a movie with
her. Stan begged off, saying he preferred to relax and had some reading to
catch up on. Actually he didn't want to sit in a show while his thoughts
were racing over far more exciting things. He had watched all day for
Francie, hoping that she would be able to get away and that he could meet
her again and be with her. But there had been no sign of her. He'd walked
along the road, passing her cabin without catching a glimpse of her. It
made him nervous and he wondered if she had been caught last night when she
sneaked back into the house. But she wouldn't have told where she'd been.
No, Francie had as much to lose as he did and it was a sure bet she
wouldn't risk discovery.

 What then? He sweated out the rest of the day. He couldn't get Robin's
strange behavior off his mind, either. And thinking about her made him
even more nervous. Christ, that had been close. If Francie would only
come! He could screw her and relieve his frustrations, forget the wild
thoughts about Robin that kept popping into his head. But Francie didn't
show.

 Kevin asked for the car and Stan let him take it. He suspected that Kevin
had a girl some place but he didn't ask. Both his sons were virile and
active with girls. He accepted this fact easily and with some pride. Drew
was already talking about going back to the city instead of staying the
week at the cabin. Stan knew it was because of a girl named Sheryl that
Drew was screwing regularly there. Kevin was more outgoing and aggressive,
able to find a girl in any spot. Both boys vanished from the cabin shortly
after their mother left. Stan tried to settle down with a book, but he
couldn't keep his mind on the printed pages. He finally tossed the book
aside and went outdoors.

 It was dark now, the kind of summer darkness that was alive with night
sounds. The air was warm but not sticky, and there was a hint of a breeze
off the lake.

 Robin and Jodi were playing a quiet game in the yard, but he reminded them
it was bedtime. They didn't protest, which surprised him. He watched them
go inside, and some time later the light went out in their room. Stan sat
in a lawn chair smoked several cigarettes. When he was pretty sure the
girls were asleep, he crushed out the last butt and walked around the
house. On the road, he headed toward the Collins house, still hoping he
might find Francie.

 Lights were on in the Collins place, but he couldn't see into the rooms
from the road. He tried to think of some excuse that might validate his
going to the door and knocking, but he couldn't. He hadn't met either of
the parents except to nod in passing. The boy, Jack, had finished his work
for Stan several days before. And he couldn't ask for Francie.

 He kicked a stone and turned back toward his own house. Damn! Why had he
let her get away without setting a definite time and place to see her
again? It was driving him crazy not knowing where she was and when he
would see her.

 At the driveway to the Murphy place, he thought of the summerhouse where
they'd met the night before. Maybe she'd come there. It wouldn't hurt to
wait. She hadn't been able to get away until almost midnight the previous
night. It was early, by that standard. He'd wait.

 When Jodi and Robin went to their room, they got ready for bed and turned
out the light. Then they sat by the window and watched the shadowy figure
of their father in the lawn chair. They held a whispered consultation.

 "Do you think he's going to meet Francie?" Jodi asked.

 "They didn't make a date; she said she didn't know if she could get out,"
Robin whispered back.

 "He's waiting for something."

 Robin peered at her sister in the dark room. "Jodi?"

 "Huh?"

 "He's mine ... I mean if we have the chance I get to try first. You had
Kevin ... it's my turn." Robin felt a tight envy in her chest as she
thought about her sister's success and her own failure.

 Jodi didn't answer right away but finally said, "Okay. But maybe I can
help."

 "Help? How?"

 "Oh, I don't know. What I mean is I can watch and maybe join you--"

 "No!" Robin turned and growled the word. "You stay out of it!"

 "Okay, okay, don't get excited. Jeez!" Jodi moved away from the window
and flopped onto her bed. Robin was jealous. That was it. She was just
plain jealous. She was mad because Jodi had gotten fucked by Kevin while
she was sitting around doing nothing. Well, she wasn't boss. Just because
she was a year older didn't make her boss. Jodi would do whatever she
wanted. She curled up with her pillow and closed her eyes. The day had
been long and she was tired, more tired than she realized. In only a few
minutes, she was asleep.

 Robin saw her father walk around the cabin and to the road. She glanced
at Jodi but she was quiet. Was she asleep? Robin got to her feet and
tiptoed past the other girl's bed without disturbing her. She let herself
out of the bedroom and the cabin.

 She hadn't bothered with slippers and she had to move slowly so rocks
didn't cut her feet. She could see a dark shadow moving ahead of her and
she dared not get too close. Where was he going? She could see him
walking slowly ahead of her. He didn't turn in at the Murphy cabin, and
that surprised her. Was he meeting Francie at her house? She doubted
that.

 He stood looking toward the Collins cabin for a long time and Robin ducked
into the thicket of brush at the side of the road. After a few minutes, he
turned around and started back. She held her breath as he went past. When
he turned in at the Murphy place this time, she slipped out of her hiding
place and followed him.

 The moon wasn't as bright tonight and she could barely make out his figure
in the summerhouse. He was alone, sitting and smoking. Robin found a good
place to hide and settled down to wait with him. If Francie was coming,
she didn't dare go to her father now. She would have to wait. She was
scared, and she wished she were home in a warm bed--her father's warm bed!
She thought about this morning when she had felt his hot flesh on hers, had
his wonderful hard cock so close ...

 She pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle the sob that erupted. She was
hot for him; the warm, gushy feeling in her belly was spreading through her
as she huddled in the trees. Knowing how close she'd been to having him
changed things. Before, it had been fun to watch and think about having
him. Now it was torture.

 The minutes dragged by in the darkness. It seemed like a very long time
before Robin was aware of another sound. Someone was coming. Robin peered
toward the road.

 It was Francie. Stan saw her, too, and he leaped to his feet and ran to
meet her. He pulled her in his arms and smothered her with a soul kiss.
Her warm tits glowed like hot coals on his chest and he began to search for
a way under her shirt. She was still dressed in shorts and a knit top--not
the free-flowing nightgown of the night before. He tugged at her clothes
impatiently.

 She pushed away and gasped for breath.

 "Wait--"

 "God, I've been waiting for hours! I thought you weren't coming." He
kissed her again, breathing hard and feeling his cock stir and fill.

 "Mister Hawley ... don't ..." She pushed at him again, trying to free
herself from his embrace.

 He peered at her. "What's the matter?"

 "I can't stay."

 "What do you mean you can't stay?" Anger filled Stan. The little bitch
had kept him waiting for hours and now she was playing games with him.

 "My father knows I'm out. He said if I wasn't back in the house in
fifteen minutes, he'd come looking for me." Her voice was low and
frightened.

 "What! Does he know--"

 She shook her head quickly. "No, of course not. But I have to go right
back. Please let me go; I just came to tell you ..."

 New fear filled Stan. Did the girl's father suspect that she was meeting
someone or was this only a normal part of their family life? He knew
nothing of the parents ... the Collinses.

 "I saw you walking on the road," she whispered, rubbing her hand slightly
on his chest. "I knew ... that is, I figured you might be waiting for me."

 "Francie--"

 "Gee, Mister Hawley, I thought about you all night and all day. Just my
luck that my old man is in a lousy mood and watching me. He does that
sometimes."

 "Tomorrow? Can you go somewhere with me tomorrow?"

 "Gosh, I don't know ..."

 "Maybe you can meet me at the end of the road. I'll have the car; we'll
drive somewhere and be alone. God, Francie, I'm so fucking hot for you
..."

 "I'll try, Mister Hawley. But I can't promise."

 "One o'clock? By the mailboxes. If anyone sees us we can pretend we're
driving to the store."

 "I'll try."

 "Be there!"

 She giggled. "You're hurting me."

 He hadn't realized that he was gripping her tit, mashing it against her
ribs. His need was so strong it blotted out everything else from his mind.

 He released her and she pulled away. "I'll do my best, honest. Now I
have to go. He'll be out here--"

 She pulled away from him and ran back to the road and vanished in the
shadows. Stan swore softly under his breath, damning her and her father
and himself. Shit, he didn't need her that bad. He could find someone
else ... sure, that's what he'd do. He'd drive down to the roadhouse a few
miles away and pick up one of the local girls who hung out there. He'd 
have himself a good piece of ass and forget all about Francie Collins.

 He started for the house, then suddenly remembered he had let Kevin take
his car. He swore again and leaned against a tree. His guts ached with
the need he had built up for the girl. His balls were hard and ready, his
cock half-erect and hopeful. Shit! He needed a drink.

 He strode quickly to the cabin and went inside. He took the bottle of
bourbon from the cupboard and got a glass from the dish drainer. He
carried both of them outside and down to the lake. He didn't want to do
his drinking where one of his sons or his wife might come in. He had to
get calmed down before he could face anyone. Every time he thought of
Francie he got madder, and his cock stirred and grew. Little bitch.

 He sat on the pontoon boat, behind the striped awning that shielded him
from view of the cabin. He poured himself half a tumbler of booze and
began to drink.

 Robin had watched her father and the girl in the driveway and heard the
girl's excuses. She wasn't fucking her father tonight! Francie had to go
home, and Daddy didn't like it. Robin knew that he was probably hard for
the girl. She grinned in the darkness of her hiding place. If he stayed
hard, he might not be able to turn her down this time. She listened to
them make the tentative plans to meet the next day. Then Francie was gone,
and her father was striding back toward the cabin.

 She watched him get the liquor and go down to the boat. Robin hovered in
the edge of the shadows and thought about her father. Would the drinks
help him or would they help her? She could see him splashing the booze
into the glass and downing it quickly. She'd seen him drunk several
times--when his parties went on late or if he had business conferences that
kept him out until early morning. He was happy when he drank; she could
recall times when he grabbed her mother and tried to undress her on the
spot. Nina's protests had finally stopped him, but the two had vanished
into the bedroom quickly afterwards. That must mean that drinking makes
him more sexy, Robin thought.

 She sat on a small stool near the end of the dock and waited. The house
was quiet; Jodi was asleep, and the others weren't home yet. The lights
across the lake shimmered on the water and seemed to emphasize the silence
of the night. Her father poured another glass of liquor and set the bottle
beside the deck chair. Every once in a while, she could hear him mumble
something softly to himself. When he raised the bottle to refill the glass
the third time, Robin crept toward the boat. A board creaked when she
stepped on the dock, but her father didn't turn around. Robin smiled and
moved onto the pontoon boat.
Chapter 11.
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 She was beside the chair before he even realized anyone was with him. He
turned his head and peered up at the blurred form.

 "Francie?" It was a whispered hope, a slurred plea.

 Robin didn't answer. She knelt by the deck chair and put her hand on his
thigh. She felt the muscles twitch and she rubbed lightly, inching her way
up toward his crotch. Her father put his hand to her head and pulled her
close. Quite abruptly, he stopped, suddenly aware that she was not
Francie.

 "Fran--"

 "It's all right, Daddy, it's me." Robin caressed the large mound of his
trapped cock under the slacks.

 Her father sucked in his breath sharply.

 "Robin?" The need was there but the hesitation, too. He moved as though
to get up from the chair, but her insistent hand at his genitals made him
relax again. It felt so good, so goddamn good.

 "I love you, Daddy." Robin squeezed the pulpy mound and felt the first
signs of response under her hand. She smiled and laid her head close to
her hand at his crotch. She had to have him, had to feel his love in a
physical way. She opened her mouth and pressed her lips to his cock,
mashing softly through the cloth and letting her hot breath sear at his
hidden flesh.

 "Robin--" He knew he should move, pull away. His body was coming alive,
feeling the hard pressure that had begun to build while he waited for
Francie and then was so abruptly denied when Francie ran away from him.
The longing had stayed; the pain had stayed. Now the desperate need was
returning. He couldn't slide out from under the child's hand. His mind
was blurred from the liquor, his senses sharpened. He felt the pressure of
her hand then her lips on his cock and balls, felt the heat of her
breathing on him. It flamed his desire, and he felt the answering twitch
of his prick. He was getting hard.

 "Robin, I--" He couldn't find words to say what he felt. Nor could he
move away from her. In his daze, he realized that he wanted her. The 
tempting touch he'd had of her flesh this morning had left him dazed and
shaken. He hadn't been able to rid himself of the lust he felt for her.
His mind had denied it but his body held it. Now she was here ... and she
was making it clear that she wanted him ... God! How could he refuse?!

 Yet he sat paralyzed by his own conscience. He couldn't take her, not his
own child ...

 Robin's fingers found the metal clasp of the zipper and began to work it
down. Stan's breath came faster, searing his lungs and throat. Her hand
went into the fly and felt at his shorts for the second opening. Then she
was touching his flesh. The heat of her hand was a fire that ignited him.
His cock sprang to life, growing tumid and trying to force its head through
the noose of foreskin. Her fingers were tiny and light, yet her grip was
coiled steel. She began to move her fist up and down on the solid shaft of
sexy flesh. Stan gasped and leaned his head back against the deck chair.
My god, he was coming alive at her touch! His need pounded in his guts and
spread like molten lava to his balls. The pressure swelled and his cock,
swollen and hard now, filled her hand. The head popped from the sheath of
skin and surged upward. Her smooth young palm found it, and she moved her
head closer as though peering at it in the dim light on the boat.

 Robin held her breath as she unzipped her father's slacks and wormed her
hand into the fly and under his shorts. He was so warm, his flesh seemed
to burn against her hand, teasing her fingers and making her quiver inside.

 Her mouth was very dry, and she kept running her tongue over her lips.
Then she was holding it, the glorious hardening column of maleness. She
squeezed and began to move her hand up and down on the shaft. It grew
harder and fuller with each stroke.

 She could smell the heady male aroma of his body and she leaned closer to
it. Then her mouth was open and the tip of the swollen cock touched her
lips. She shuddered and pressed her face to it, mouth open wide and eager
for the first taste of the tempting tool. The sensations that assailed her
were overwhelming. The smooth skin of the cockhead brushed her lips like a
silken caress. The hot drop of preseminal fluid that had already collected
at the slit scalded her tongue. The incredible, warm fullness of the organ
filled her mouth as she pressed forward and took it quickly.

 Stan gasped. "Aagghhh!"

 She was sucking him. Her lovely young mouth, a virgin mouth, thrilled him
and excited him more each instant. She was lapping her tongue over the
smooth, throbbing head of the organ, knowing instinctively what pleased him
most, pressing hard with her lips to force the foreskin back as far as it
would go, then rubbing the wetness and heat of her oral organ under the 
ridge of thick flesh.

 "Ooohh, baby!!" Stan could not sit still in the chair. His body was
alive with passionate need and he wanted to feel her, feel the smooth young
naked flesh. He groped for her shoulders, slid his hands down to the
undeveloped tits beneath the thin nightgown. A tremor ran through him and
his breath came very fast.

 "Baby, baby ..." He pulled at the cloth and got his hands under it. He
was on her naked tits now. He felt the tiny buds of the nipples on the
almost flat plane of her chest. They were like two tiny fires burning at
his palms. He cupped the soft cover of her flesh, trying to mound the tits
under his palms. She whimpered and urged her body closer to his touch,
liking it and wanting more. He could feel the hot trembling need of her
child's body.

 Robin could hardly breathe. Her mouth was full of her father's prick and
it drove far back in her throat with each thrust she made on it. It filled
her, excited her, made her body shiver with need. Now his hands were hot
on her breasts, feeling the pips of the nipples and making them turgid by
squeezing and cupping her minute mounds of child flesh. She lapped
furiously at his cock to tell him she liked it. He squeezed his answer
back at her tits.

 She felt the hard need in his organ and knew that she had aroused him as
thoroughly as he had aroused her. Now she wanted the final thrill of
intercourse. She wiggled her ass and tried to climb on him without letting
go of his cock. He laughed softly and lifted her head from his crotch.

 "Baby ... here ... let's get down on the blanket ..." He lifted her from
her knees and laid her gently on the beach blanket that was spread on the
boat deck. His hands were gentle and caressing. His voice was a thick
whisper. "Take off the nightgown, baby ..." He was already pulling off
his sport shirt and dragging his slacks over his hips and thighs. He
tossed the clothes down and came to her.

 His flesh gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Robin felt as though a heavy
weight were on her chest. Her breath was a fireball, caught somewhere
under her ribs. Her father's hands moved over her tits, down her smooth,
flat belly ... to the hairless pubic mound.

 "Baby ... oh, my god ... smoooth ... lovely ..." He kissed her lips
lightly, then kissed the same trail his hands had taken--her nipples, which
were now hard stones on the tiny rounded mounds of preadolescent flesh--her
smooth child-belly, where his tongue found the concave of her navel--to the
delectable hill of her crotch, where no hair interfered with his 
appreciation of the heady youthful flavor of the child ...

 His tongue speared out again and he took her leg with his hand and pulled
it aside. The V was open to him now, and in the moonlight it resembled a
shadowed haven for his lusting, thirsting mouth ... a fountain for his
overheated tongue ... He probed the dark place with his tongue. The child
moaned softly and her torso trembled violently. Her virgin cunt was
responding with ageless knowledge of woman.

 Stan felt the first hot, wet touch of her labia and his own need boiled in
his belly. God, she was sweet and delicious! His tongue moved over the
silky wet folds of erotic flesh, searching for and finding the untested and
untried button which was her clitoris. Robin's entire body trembled now
and she made passionate tiny sounds in her throat, whimpering sounds of
desire and need. He forced his tongue into her cunt and felt the hard
tissue of her hymen. A jolt of fire shot through him at the thought of
breaking it with his cock. A throbbing pain coursed through his belly.

 Robin felt the tongue touch her tissues and it was a spear of fire. Her
whole belly ached and tingled with excitement and need. She had never felt
anything like this before. Having him touch her was far more satisfying
and exciting than watching him touch someone else. This time, she knew he
was going to go all the way. Nothing would deter him from having her now.
She could feel the hard pressure of his swollen, throbbing cock against her
leg, and she felt the trail of hot fluid that oozed from his prick and
dribbled onto her flesh. Her hips twitched and her hands groped for him.

 He let go of her then and almost in slow motion climbed over her. He
leaned close, breathing his whiskey-laden breath on her face. He smiled,
and she saw the gleam of his even white teeth in dim light.

 "Pull your knees up a little, baby."

 She did and he was between them, bent over her body and crooning endearing
words softly as he grabbed his cock and brought it toward the sweet promise
of her cunt.

 "Easy, baby ... yes, ooooohhh, god!"

 His hot, throbbing flesh touched her labia. Robin whimpered and held her
breath. It was so hot, so smooth and silky yet so hard. He pushed and it
parted the thick wet lips of her vulva. Fire on fire ... she whimpered
again.

 "Darling ... I'll be careful ... I don't want to hurt you ... easy ..."
He pushed. The hot virgin folds caught his prick like a clamp and drew it 
into the fire. The tip touched the hard shield of her hymen.

 She held her breath. He bent and kissed her mouth, gently at first, then
with fire as his body pounded need into the cock and tortured his guts. He
pushed his tongue into her mouth to keep her from crying out, and at the
same time he shoved hard with his thick ramrod of flesh and broke through
her virgin tissue. She cried softly into the kiss, her sounds muted by the
lashing of his tongue at hers. He was in her now, and the tight cunt was
gripping his cock with a wild fury that seemed to belie her virginity. Her
body quivered and his cock throbbed. He began to fuck her, slowly at
first, taking care not to hurt her tiny vaginal opening, but with increased
passion and lust as his body was caught in the fire of hers. He was
fucking her virgin cunt, fucking her for the first time, fucking the lust
of her soul with his hot cock.

 Robin felt the first hard pressure of his entry. When he began to kiss
her, she didn't realize at first that it was a cover for his penetration,
his ripping of her hymen, a shield for the pain that tore through her. But
the pain was quickly over, bathed away by the hot fire of his entrance all
the way into her pussy. She was on fire, her whole body. Her uterus was a
hard hall of white-hot steel. Her cunt was a firepit of molten lava. She
had known it would be good, but the actuality of it left her breathless and
whimpering with delight. He let go of her lips then and began to move his
cock in and out of her. He was fucking her!

 She clung to his flailing body, gripped him with hands and knees. It felt
as if she were being torn in two by each thrust he made into her, but there
was no more pain. Instead, the sheer ecstasy of his body in hers was pure
pleasure.

 "Ooohhhhh ...!" She tried to talk but she was beyond words. Nothing
could describe the delight of that moment. Something new and even greater
was about to happen now. She felt her body tense for it, felt his cock
swell inside her cunt and threaten to explode ...

 "God!! I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come ... oooohhhh, yeesss, here it
commesss!!"

 His explosion set off the time bomb in her virgin belly. Her female
organs found the key to her passion, exploded with him. As his hot load of
semen ejaculated into the tiny cunt, her body exploded with her first
orgasm. It was wild and hot and hard, filling her and making her shake as
though she were being tossed over a firepit. Huge waves of hot delight
radiated through her young body, set off by the hot liquid that spurted
from his cock and filled her cunt. His prick slapped into her, sloshing in
the double wetness of her cunt juice and his load. Their bodies came 
together with wet, smacking sounds that seemed to be an echo of the
throbbing lust that filled them. Robin could feel the soft, gentle smack
of his balls against her ass, and that, too, excited and thrilled her. She
was dripping with sweat, filled with delight.

 After a very long time, her father slowed his hard-hitting motions and
came to rest. He propped his weight on his arms along her sides. He was
breathing very hard and she could see the sweat glisten on his body and
face.

 She smiled up at him. "Oh, Daddy, that was so goood, mmm, soooo goooddd!"

 She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down so she could
kiss him.

 His breath rasped harshly in his throat. After a few seconds, he pushed
himself up and pulled his deflated penis from her sopping-wet cunt. He sat
beside her on the blanket, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his
breath.

 He couldn't look at her. God! What had he done? He'd fucked his own
child! And she was a child--not even into her adolescent years yet! He
tried to find shame in what he had done, but his body was filled only with
the pleasure of having had her. He had not come like that for a very long
time--if ever! It had been a very special experience--better than Nina,
better than Francie, better than any woman he had ever known. He chewed at
his lip. A kid, his own kid, a baby. Baby cunt. And he had loved every
fucking second of it. It wasn't just the drinks; he knew that now. He had
wanted her so damned bad this morning when he woke up and found her in his
bed. God, it hadn't gone away all day. He wanted her when he went to meet
Francie. He wanted her when he tried to drown his need with booze. And he
wanted her when she crept to him in the darkness on this boat. He wanted
her and he took her, and he was not ashamed.

 Very slowly, he got to his feet and pulled her up. He put his arm around
her and wordlessly led her to the shallow-water end of the boat and helped
her down into the water. She stood very still while he wiped at her body
with his hands under the surface, splashing the cooling, cleansing water
over her tits and belly, then using his hand to scrub the thick, swollen
labia with cool, refreshing water. He put his fingers into her cunt and
washed her out the best he could. He couldn't help wondering if he'd made
her bleed when he broke her hymen. When he was done, he lifted her to the
boat and wrapped the beach towel around her thin body and dried and warmed
her. Then he helped her pull the thin nightgown over her head and
shoulders. He kissed her lightly.

 "Go to bed now, baby ... I love you." He gave her a gentle push toward 
the cabin.

 He sat for a long time before he dried himself and put on his clothes.
Chapter 12.
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 When Francie Collins left Stan Hawley, she hurried back along the road
toward her own house. Her heart was pounding with excitement and with the
daring excuse she had told the man. It had been a hard choice to make, but
she hoped now that she would not be sorry. Hawley had been great fun the
night before, but somehow now that she had managed to seduce him, some of
the thrill was gone. Not that he wasn't good--he was. Plenty good! But
he'd appreciate her more if she weren't quite so available whenever he
snapped his fingers. Besides, tonight she had a more exciting offer.

 She thought again about the previous night, first with Stan Hawley, then
with her blackmailing fucking brother. It had been an exciting night all
the way around. And this morning, her brother had come to her again with a
deal. He told her how much he had liked fucking her, wanted more. His
buddy Drew Hawley was due back from a canoe trip today, and why didn't she
spend the evening with the two of them? He had a couple of six-packs of
beer stashed away and knew where there was an empty cabin they could use.
Drew had been off in the woods for more than a week, and he would be ready
for a good time and a good piece of ass.

 At first, Francie had hesitated. She promised Jack her answer by dinner
time. She had savored the memory of Stan Hawley taking her. More and more
she found herself wondering what his son would be like--and more and more
she found herself liking the idea. And Jack. Her brother had surprised
her last night, both in the size of his sex tool and his talent in using
it. More than that, the prospect of having two of them at the same time
was the strongest attraction. She'd never had more than one cock at a time
before. She decided to spend the night with the two boys. It was sure to
be more exciting than a few stolen minutes with Stan Hawley.

 So she met Stan and stalled him until the following day. She could have
her cake and eat it, too.

 Now at the road to her house she stopped and peered past it into the
darkness. At first she saw nothing, but then a shadow moved and she saw
the pale glint of moonlight on a moving figure. It was Jack. He waved a
hand and she followed his gesture. When she caught up to him, he slipped
his arm through hers and hurried her along the dark road.

 "Drew's waiting for us," he said.

 "Where are we going?"

 He grinned and she saw the flash of white teeth.

 "There's a cabin about a half-mile down the road that's been empty all
summer. We've been using it, always straightening up when we leave so no
one knows we've been there. Very convenient."

 Francie frowned. "Who's we?" she asked.

 "Me, Drew, a few of the other guys around." He spoke softly, almost in a
whisper. They were walking past driveways to other cabins. Francie rarely
came this way along the lake, and she had no idea who was living at the
cabins and which were vacant. But her brother seemed to know, and she
followed him, half-running with quick little steps from time to time to
keep up with his long, loping stride. Funny, she hadn't realized how grown
up Jack was until now. He'd always been just a pesky brother, someone to
fight with and resent. But now, he was an interesting young man.

 About a half-mile along the road, the trees thickened considerably and the
road was flanked on both sides with dark woods. Francie had seen the
cabins along this stretch of road. They were far apart, with high brush
and woods surrounding them. Each one was virtually isolated from its
neighbors.

 Jack steered her down a sloping drive toward the lakefront. The cabin
squatted near the water, a brooding, dark outline against the night sky.
The sound of the lapping waves on the sand and rocks was the only noise.

 Jack held her hand and guided her up the few steps leading to the back
door of the house. He rapped very softly, twisted the knob. Then they
waited while soft footsteps inside the house came toward the door. The
door swung in and they entered quickly.

 Francie held her breath and clutched Jack's arm in the pitch blackness of
the interior of the cabin. There were no lights, and the shades had been
drawn at all the windows, blocking any outside light. She heard the sound
of movement; then a match flared. Drew Hawley held it up and grinned at
them.

 "Let's get in the other room. A light here might be seen from the road."
He moved toward the front of the cabin, the match flickering as the air
caught it. Jack led Francie through the small kitchen and into a larger
room at the front of the house. "In the bedroom," Drew said. "There 
aren't any drapes on the picture window. It's like a goddamn movie screen
from the lake."

 In the bedroom, Drew closed the door, struck another match and lit a lamp
on the dresser. "Welcome to my lair," he said with a grin.

 Francie looked around the room. It was a large bedroom on the corner of
the house. The windows were covered by shades and over them heavy drapes
of red velvet had been pulled. There was a huge four-poster bed at one
wall, a large chaise lounge, a dresser, a vanity table and a metal stand
with a small TV set. She was duly impressed, and grinned at the two boys.

 "Who'd leave a joint like this empty all summer?" she asked.

 Drew grinned back at her. "Our fairy godmother!" He turned and lifted
the top of a small cooler on the floor near the dresser. He extracted
three cans of beer and popped the lids, handed one to each of the others,
then lifted his own in a toast. "To the Edwards family. May they long
rest in the city while we enjoy their pad!" He put the can of beer to his
lips and drank. When he lowered the can, his lips were flecked with foam.

 Francie felt the excitement rising in her chest. This was going to be a
night to remember. She drank some of the beer and liked the cool, tart
flavor.

 "Now," Jack said, "let's get comfortable. I vote we strip now and save
ourselves the bother later."

 "Hear, hear! I'll drink to that," Drew said.

 Giggling slightly, Francie hid her surprise. They both knew what they
wanted and they didn't bother playing games about it. Obviously, Jack had
told Drew about the night before, at least about the time he had spent with
her. She wondered if he'd told the other boy that Francie had also
accommodated his father? The idea made her smile. Maybe they could invite
Mr. Hawley, too. She giggled again and drank down some more beer.

 Drew set down his can of beer and began to undress. "Come on, you
two--get with the program!"

 Jack grinned and glanced at his sister. Then he began to take off his
clothes. Francie watched in amazement and interest as the two boys became
naked bodies in front of her eyes. She saw the jeans pull down over the
slim boy hips, saw the dark, enticing triangles of pubic hair, then the
thrilling long cocks dangling over heavy balls. She looked from one to the
other of them, measuring with her eye and finding the pricks equally long 
and promising. Drew's cock was perhaps a trifle shorter than Jack's, but
it looked thicker around--as if it would have a hard time getting into a
cunt because of its diameter. Even soft as it was now, it looked almost
ominous. The difference in size and shapes of penises fascinated Francie.

 They were naked then, their clothes tossed on a chair near the bed. And
they were both looking her, waiting. Drew lifted his can of beer again and
smiled at her. "Come on, baby ..."

 In slow motion, Francie unfastened her shorts and drew them down over her
wide, full hips. Drew licked his lips and sipped some more beer. She was
wearing thin nylon panties, bikini style. The haze of white cloth covered
but did not hide her thick thatch of pubic hair, and the eyes of both boys
were drawn to it at once. Drew licked his lips again.

 She left the panties on while she skimmed the knit shirt over her head and
down her arms. She knew even without looking that both boys were now
staring at her tits in the sheer nylon bra. The bra was made of stretch
nylon, and it clung to the heavy, full curves of her breasts, holding them
lightly without binding them. Each move she made was translated to a
jiggling, bouncing motion of the pendulous tits, and the boys' eyes widened
in appreciation. As she tossed the shirt to the chair, Francie glanced at
the crotches of the boys and saw the first stirring of their excitement.

 "God!" Drew shook his head and grinned as he looked at the size of her
tits. Even under the cloth, they were the most exciting things he'd ever
laid eyes on. It was hard to believe she was only thirteen! He thought of
his two scrawny kid sisters who hadn't even begun to develop yet. Christ,
this was the kind of sister to have. He drank some more beer and felt his
cock tighten as his juices stirred.

 In panties and bra, Francie stood a few seconds and let the boys enjoy the
sight of her. Then she caught the elastic of the bra in her fingers and
began to pull the flimsy garment up over her head.

 It stretched, pulled hard over the mounds of her tits, popped as it
released the heavy domes of flesh. She heard Drew gasp in delighted
astonishment, sucking air into his lungs as the full impact of her body's
size struck him. She tossed the bra and quickly jerked down the panties.
Her tits swayed and hung like huge melons as she bent forward to get her
pants off and kick them aside. Then she stood up, very straight, with her
shoulders pulled back hard so the tits jutted forward. She looked at her
brother, then at Drew.

 Drew couldn't believe the size of her boobs. His mouth watered at the
sight of them, and he could feel his cock getting a hard-on just looking at
her. He thought about what Jack had told him--how the other boy had fucked
his own sister the night before, after she had come home from her dalliance
with Drew's old man. God, thirteen! And an accomplished screwer! This
was going to be a night to remember! He grinned at Jack and glanced at the
boy's prick. It was expanding with need, too. Yeah, this was going to be
quite a night! He polished off the rest of the beer and bent to the cooler
for another can.

 Jack moved to the bed and pulled back the white fuzzy spread and the red
blanket under it. He folded them carefully over the foot of the bed. They
wouldn't be needing them. He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to
his sister. "Come on over here where we can see you better, Francie."

 Francie walked to the bed and sat down. Her brother's hungry eyes were
taking in her naked body and it was like being caressed. Francie liked the
feeling. Drew came around and sat on the bed behind her, pulling her
backward and forcing her to lie down. She giggled and held up the beer so
it wouldn't slosh. Drew grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her head so
it was high enough for drinking the beer without sitting up.

 "All the comforts, baby." Drew grinned at her. His hand slid across her
shoulder and to her breast, capturing the large dome under the palm that
was cool from holding the iced can of beer. Francie squealed and smiled at
the boy.

 "Nice," she said.

 "You like?"

 "I like." And she knew she was going to have a very good time.

 Drew felt the tit, high and ripe and full. He rubbed his palm over the
corrugated patch of the nipple, pressed a finger into the soft cushion of
coral. The nipple began to swell and emerge from the red nest. Francie
could feel the drawing sensation as her hormones stirred and began to pour
out. Her cunt felt damp and hot already, even though neither of the boys
had touched her there.

 When Drew had brought the rosy twin pips to turgid attention he paused to
drain half the new can of suds. He licked his lips and put the can on the
bedside table, then bent to suck Francie's dark, tempting tit. In the
flickery light of the kerosene lamp, she looked very appetizing indeed. He
grinned as he saw Jack bring his mouth down to the other dome of erotic
flesh.

 Francie moaned softly. She had a boy at each breast, and they were 
sucking and licking her until she could hardly lie still. Her body was
coming alive with heat and need, a deep desire for a lot of sex-play. She
knew that this would not be any rush job. Both boys planned on savoring
everything she had to offer. The idea was exciting--in many ways.

 Carefully, so as not to disturb either of the hungry tongues at her tits,
Francie emptied the beer in a long swallow. She felt a little giddy from
drinking it so fast. She had never had the chance to drink much--an
occasional beer at a party when the adults weren't around. She liked the
giggly bubbly feeling, and more than that, she liked the hot tongues on her
tits. She reached to the side of the bed and set the empty can on the
table. She snuggled down into the pillow Drew had given her, and gave her
whole attention to the loving session that was just beginning.

 Jack tasted the hot tit on his cool tongue and sucked at the slightly
beery flavor of Francie's tit-peak. He liked seeing his sister naked this
way--in the light where he could appreciate the sight of her as well as the
feel of her. The night before had been great fucking, but tonight he was
going to feast his eyes and mind and body on her. Drew had suggested the
party when Jack told him about last night. Drew's plans included some
things that Jack had never tried before--like asshole fucking, both of them
doing Francie at the same time, maybe even trying to get both cocks into
her tight cunt for double-header fucking. God, he got all hot and bothered
just thinking about it! And the nicest part was that they didn't have to
rush. No one knew where they were; no one would disturb them. They had
all night.
Chapter 13.
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 Drew let go of the tasty morsel in his mouth and grinned at the girl.
"Like it?"

 She nodded eagerly. "Yes ... don't stop."

 He laughed. "Got something better in mind, honey; spread those creamy
thighs and let me at your pussy!"

 Francie caught her breath and moved her legs apart. Drew was at her
crotch in a moment. His hands pried at the thick mat of pubic hair and
explored the curtained doorway to her cunt.

 "Holy shit! Look at that!" He had never seen anything so red and
glistening and wonderful. He touched the slick, wet folds of flesh.
Francie gasped and her hips moved as she tried to push her body onto the 
teasing fingers.

 "Ooohhhh ..."

 "Come and look at this, Jack ... God, look at this cunt!" Drew's voice was
full of delight.

 Jack removed his mashing lips from Francie's tit and turned on the bed so
he could join Drew at the V of his sister's legs. Drew spread her cunt
wide with his hands, exposing the pulpy wet flesh, the slivers of erotic
flesh, the thick vulva, the thin petals beyond.

 Jack sucked air into his lungs greedily. It was a beautiful sight. He
saw the tiny outcropping of Francie's clitoris and put his finger to it.
She squealed and squirmed.

 "Yeah, give it to her; play with her trigger," Drew instructed. Although
two years younger than Jack, Drew was definitely more experienced in sexual
matters, and he was definitely the leader of this little expedition.
"Pinch it," he said.

 Francie could no longer lie still. Her whole body was on fire now with a
raging desire that made her want to be all over the two naked boys. She
wanted to feel them touch her, enter her, take her ... she wanted to be
fucked many times over. She twisted on the pillows and grabbed for both
cocks. Grinning, the boys obliged by turning so she could reach them.

 With a cock in each hand, Francie began to pump hardness into the stirring
organs. They were both swollen already, filling with the lusty need of
youth. Drew moved closer and turned his body sideways. "Eat cock, baby
... go ahead ... yeahhhhh!"

 Francie had the lovely hard tool in her mouth then, pushing back the taut
foreskin to expose the thick mushroom head of the organ with its silky
skin. It felt like hot liquid on her tongue. She realized then that he
was already dribbling cock juice and she was licking it up eagerly. She
closed her lips around the thick ridge of flesh, found the band holding the
cap to the stem with her tongue.

 It was Drew's turn to groan with delight.

 "Aaaagghhhh, jeeezzz, that's good ..."

 "Let me suck her cunt," Jack said, pulling her hip so he could get in
position.

 "I'll hold it open for you. Jeez, you're licking my fingers!"

 "Mmmmm ..."

 "Holy christ--I'm hotter than a pistol!"

 "Suck me ... ooohhhhh yessss ..." Francie was going crazy. She moaned
the words onto the cock she held tightly in her mouth. Her body was on
fire, her belly aching for anything these two could give her ... wanting
and needing it all. Jack's tongue lashed into her cunt, lapping at the
folds and beating an insistent tattoo on her clitoris. Drew's fingers kept
pushing deeper into her, coaxing out hot, spurting love juice for the other
boy to guzzle. The cock in her mouth was a hot poker, stabbing deep in her
throat as the organ got harder and bigger. She had been right in her
supposition that it would be a mouthful. She could hardly breathe with the
big, swollen shaft filling her air passages almost completely. But it was
so tasty, so good, so sexy, it never occurred to her to let go of it. She
could feel his pulse pounding in the column, his need dribbling from the
tiny slit in the head. She poked her tongue into the minute space, felt
that quick spurt of preseminal fluid. He would come if she kept it up ...
the idea excited her wildly. Her cunt was on fire with the hand and the
tongue-lashing it was receiving.

 "Yeeaahhhh, oooohhhh, baby! You're driving me up the wall!" Drew's body
began a rhythmic movement in and out of the hot, hugging tunnel of her
mouth. She was bringing him to the boiling point, but he knew he could
hold his come, wait until the fire became a conflagration. He was going to
shoot his load into that tight heavenly snatch Jack had bragged about. He
wanted a piece of the real action first. Then she could bring him back,
get him hard again and they could fuck in other ways--at leisure.

 Jack's mashing mouth was glued to the pussy. He made thick slurping
sounds as he drank the creamy fluid that poured from his sister's cunt and
Drew fingered her and excited her. His own cock, still in Francie's hand,
was a hard stick of dynamite, ready to go off. With his eyes open, all he
could see was the rounded mound covered with hair--his sister's pubic
mound, thick and enticing. He could smell the tangy female sex odor, and
he could taste the heady delight of her body. He was very glad he had told
Drew about the night before and that the other boy had come up with the
idea for this party tonight.

 Drew pulled out of the triangle first, breathing hard and forcing Francie
to let go of his pounding shaft of manhood. "Let's fuck her!"

 Francie watched wide-eyed as Drew pushed her back on the bed and yanked
the pillow from under her head. "Lift her ass," he instructed Jack. Jack 
grabbed Francie's hips and raised them from the bed. Drew jammed the
pillow under her. Her body was arched upward, her belly stretched taut and
her legs splayed wide. Drew climbed over her.

 "God, what a fuckhole! Let's try it out." He grabbed his thick ramrod
cock and began aiming it at her spread labia.

 "Christ, I'm so fucking hot I'll shoot my load watching you ... let me
fuck her--"

 Drew grinned slyly. "Let's put both of them in her."

 "How the hell--"

 "We can try. If it doesn't work, one of us can take her asshole. Ever
fucked asshole?"

 "No."

 "Oh, brother, you're in for a treat. Tight, hot and dry. Jeeeeez, what a
body!" He aimed his cock again and touched it to her cunt. Francie felt a
stab of fire shoot through her. Then he pressed, hard and fast and
penetrated her vagina in a swift motion. It was like a bullet piercing her
flaming body. The first impact of his erotic flesh inside her cunt sent
Francie into a spasm of orgasm. Her uterus erupted like a fireball,
spewing hot lava all over his stabbing pecker. She moaned, bit her lip and
made unintelligible sounds deep in her throat.

 "Holy shit, she's coming already!!" Drew grinned and fucked her
furiously.

 "God!" Jack was doubled over with a pain of lust. He wanted to feel his
cock in the warm hole, too ... he wanted to shoot his load into his sister
...

 Francie gasped and finally slowed her frantic breathing. It had been wild
and quick, a delight of climax that had caught her unaware. She tried to
grin at the two boys.

 "Hot fucking," Drew said.

 "You gonna let me in there?" Jack demanded.

 "Sure, sure ..." Drew bent all the way over the girl's body, arching
himself to fit the curve of her belly. His hard cock pulled at her cunt,
spreading it wide and putting new, tight pressure on her clitoris. Francie
already felt the new excitement stirring inside her wet cunt and uterus.

 "Try now. You'll have to stay up on your knees ... jeeez, oooowwwww,
hell, it slipped ..."

 Jack tried again, holding his rigid prick and trying to force it into the
slippery-wet hole Drew was holding open with the pressure of his penis
inside the girl's cunt.

 This time, the head mashed against the column of Drew's cock, flattening
and slipping up along the other tool. It squeezed hard, forced partway in.

 Francie whimpered. It hurt a little, being stretched so wide, but it was
very exciting, too. She could feel the twin poles jabbing at her, the hard
pressure of Drew all the way in her and the threatening pressure of her
brother at the open gate. Her muscles stretched; her cunt opened like a
huge mouth to grab at the two tools.

 "Aaaggghhh! Ooooohhhh, mmmm!!"

 "I can't get in!"

 "Push harder! Christ, I can feel you on my cock!"

 "Shit, it's so slippery--so fucking hot and wet--"

 "Aaaaaahhhh, yyyeeesss ..." Francie closed her eyes and bit her lip. A
new orgasm was building in her guts as she thought about the twin probes in
her vagina and felt the hard pressure as her brother tried to squeeze in
beside the other boy's prick. But Francie was too tight and Drew was too
big--Jack couldn't force into the cunt. Swearing, he pulled back and sat
panting while he watched the other boy screw into the depths of her cunt.

 Drew felt the warning pressure in his balls and he began to fuck out his
need. He slammed his cock into the wet, sucking hole, slapped his balls
hard against the rough, curled hair of her twat. He watched her big tits
bounce and bobble on her ribs and saw the grimace on her face as her
pleasure erupted.

 "Here it comes, baby; here comes my hot load of firewater!" And it did.
The ejaculation blew like a boiler, spurting the steamy semen out of the
hose and into the black wet pit of her throbbing pussy.

 Francie came, too, another violent rush of heat and juice that filled her
and mingled with the boy's load of love juice. She felt him pull at her
crotch hairs, heard his body smack wetly to hers, felt the heat radiate
through her. And still he was rock-hard and fucking furiously. His cock 
refused to go down. He was good for all night!

 Abruptly, Drew jerked his still-swollen cock out of her body. She looked
at him and started to protest, but he grinned quickly. "Roll over baby."
He shoved at her and forced her onto her belly. His hands pulled her
buttocks, and his finger traced a path down the crevice and stopped at her
asshole.

 "What do you say, Jack, want to try this?" His finger poked lightly at
the tight sphincter of her rectum.

 "Christ, I'll never get in!"

 "Sure, you will. Get some of her cunt juice on your cock." He pulled at
Francie's hips and raised her to her knees over the pillow. His hand went
to her cunt, sloshed in the thick fluid that was dripping from her. "Here,
have some." He rubbed the slime on the other boy's cock.

 "Christ--"

 Drew laughed and moved back out of Jack's way. "Go to it, man--you'll
never be the same!"

 Jack poised over his sister's ass, his prick slippery and hot, aimed at
her tight asshole. The tip touched, and the dry skin of her rump burned at
his throbbing tool. He shoved it against the hole, felt pressure similar
to when he had tried to enter her cunt with Drew. Her rectum was sealed
tight.

 Drew leaned over and got his hand under Francie's chest, finding a breast
and mauling it lightly. "Relax, doll, take a few deep breaths through your
mouth ... let old Jack in your back gate. Yeah ... that's right ... shove
it up her ass, Jack."

 Jack pressed again and felt the tight muscle give, tighten, then give
again as Francie breathed deeply. Then he was in. The tight tunnel closed
around him again, squeezing the cockhead like an orange for juice. His
balls went into high production of fuck juice, his loins arched, he shoved
hard into her. Then it was too much. The hot tunnel drew his load almost
instantly. It was like a huge, hungry vacuum cleaner sucking up anything
in its path. He felt the hot spurt, the quick grab of her muscles, and he
shot off. His semen spurted into the narrow, dry passage and in a moment
it was lathered wetly and bubbling over.

 Francie whimpered, stuffed her hand in her mouth and cut off the scream
that built in her throat. The pain was wild, but the pleasure was wilder. 
The hot, spurting semen in her asshole fused with the heat of her belly and
she experienced another orgasm, different from the others yet basically the
same satiating delight of all of them. She panted and gasped for air.

 Jack climbed off, sweating and limp with the explosion that had taken him
so quickly. Man, that was something. He grinned at Drew. The other boy
winked and began to fondle his cock, which was still hard.

 "What say we all have another beer and then we can get down to some
serious fun!"

 Francie looked at him, then at her brother. Peering up from the pillow in
which her face was buried, she looked comical. Jack began to laugh.

 "What do you say, Sis? Game for more?" he asked.

 Francie hesitated. Then she grinned widely. "You'd better believe it!
Give me two beers and I'll take both of you on at the same time--all you
can give!!" Drew laughed and climbed off the bed for the beers.
Chapter 14.
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 Kevin turned the car into the driveway, still angry and swearing softly.
He'd driven all the fucking way up to Meritsville and that little bitch
Jean was nowhere to be found. He'd told her he'd be back--almost promised.

 What the hell did she expect from him? She could've waited a few hours to
find out if he'd show. No, the dumb little broad had such goddamn hot
pants she couldn't sit alone for a few hours. Right now she was probably
in the back seat of some car with one of her local boy friends. Jeez, he
got mad all over again just thinking about the time he'd wasted running
after her. She was just a piece of tail; he could do without her. There
were plenty of other girls who'd be anxious to make him happy ...

 He snapped off the lights and ignition and sat in the dark car for several
minutes. It was still early; he should've gone out looking for some
action. The trouble was ... this isolated lake area wasn't exactly a
swinging community. Mostly private parties.

 Private parties ... what was it Drew had said about a party at an empty
cabin down the road? Yeah ... he'd said they were having one tonight and
invited his brother along. Kevin had only half-listened since he'd been
full of his own party plans with Jean. But now, he was at loose ends.
Maybe Drew's party might be fun. He tried to recall if his brother had
given him any details about the party, but it was all very vague. 
Something about some kids down the lake.

 Hell, it would probably be a very dull minor beer bust, but it would beat
sitting around the cabin with nothing to do. Unless ... no, that was
suicide. He had to steer clear of Jodi. God! What a surprise she had
given him this afternoon in the boat. A nine-year-old kid--his own
sister--wow! But as much as he liked the idea of playing around with her
again, he didn't dare go anywhere near her ... unless he could get her far
away from his folks and any chance of being caught. God, his father would
kill him if he knew!

 He got out of the car and walked slowly up the drive. He wasn't exactly
sure where the cabin was that Drew had mentioned, but he had a general
idea. He figured he'd be able to find it. If not, the walk might cool him
off. He was still plenty damned mad about Jean.

 In the house, Jodi woke when the headlights of the car flashed across the
bedroom window. She was instantly awake, aware that she was alone in the
room. When had she fallen asleep? She had planned to watch Robin, follow
her if she left to pursue her seduction of their father. But she had
conked out, and Robin was gone.

 She climbed out of bed and walked lightly to the window. The car
headlights had gone off, but she could see the figure sitting behind the
wheel in the gloom. Not her mother ... Kevin then. He was back.

 Jodi peered at the tiny illuminated dial of the clock on the dresser. It
was early, only eleven. She smiled to herself. That had to mean that
Kevin hadn't found that girl--the one from the woods he'd tried to make the
date with. He was back far too early for a night with her.

 Jodi pressed her fists to her belly. Mmmmm, if Kevin hadn't found his
girl, he'd be hot and hard for wanting her. Jodi thought about the
wonderful hour she'd spent with her brother out in the boat this afternoon.

 The taste of sex that she'd had whetted her appetite for more. Already
she was getting horny, her thighs dampening as love-juice began to trickle
from her cunt. Maybe, if she went out to Kevin, maybe he'd fuck her again.

 Ohhhhh, her belly ached from thinking about it.

 She groped under the bed for her slippers and opened the bedroom door
quietly. The entire cabin was hushed, empty. No one else was home. She
padded across the living room, through the kitchen, and opened the back
door. Outside, she stood a moment letting her eyes get accustomed to the
night. She moved toward the car.

 She was right up to it when she realized that Kevin was no longer sitting 
behind the wheel. The car was empty. She almost called out his name, but
caught herself just in time. She looked around the yard. He hadn't gone
inside; she would've seen or heard him. She caught sight of a white moving
blur near the road. It was Kevin. He was walking up the driveway and
turning down the road. Without hesitation, she hurried after the vanishing
figure.

 She wasn't sure why she didn't call to him. Instinct made Jodi stay
silent and follow her brother down the road. Jodi knew the road well,
since she and Robin explored the entire lake shore, knew all the families
along the road. But there were no kids her age and she rarely did more
than walk past the houses.

 Kevin didn't turn in at Collinses, and that surprised Jodi. For a few
minutes she'd thought about Francie Collins and her brother Jack, who was
Kevin's age. He might've been seeing them ... especially after what Robin
had told her about Francie's sexual expertise with their father. She
giggled at the thought. Where was Kevin headed then? There were no more
kids along there at all. Few cabins were even occupied.

 Kevin stopped and looked down a driveway. He seemed undecided for a few
seconds, then resumed his even pace down the pale ribbon of the road. The
woods were thicker here and the moonlight didn't penetrate to the dark
road. Jodi kept her eye on the white patch of her brother's shirt, staying
a few yards behind so he wouldn't hear or see her. When he stopped again,
he seemed to be listening to the night sounds. Then he turned and walked
carefully down a driveway.

 Jodi chewed at her lip. No one was up at this place. The cabin had been
standing empty all month. The owners, a young couple who did a lot of
drinking and partying, had spent two weeks' vacation here in July, but
hadn't returned since. But Kevin was already out of sight, and she pressed
forward.

 She saw her brother listen again at the door, then turn the knob and let
himself into the dark house. She ran down the remaining feet of the
driveway and onto the tiny porch. She pressed her ear to the door and
could barely hear the sounds of music and voices inside. She smiled.
Kevin knew something she did not. There was a party going on here--a
hidden and secret one. Someone was using the cabin for their own fun.

 Carefully she turned the knob and let herself in. The door was the kind
that opened and locked with an old-fashioned key and it had no bolt or snap
lock. The owners had apparently forgotten to lock it when they left, and
Kevin and whoever else was here had discovered the fact and helped
themselves to the place.

 The music and voices came from some place beyond the kitchen. Jodi saw
the outlined doorway and headed for it. The living room was dark, too, but
enough light came through the large picture window which faced the lake, so
Jodi had no trouble seeing. Her brother was standing outside a closed
door; beyond it the voices were louder, the laughter strong.

 Jodi stepped back to the shelter of the kitchen doorway when Kevin opened
the bedroom door. Light flooded out, looking very bright at first but then
subdued. It seemed to flicker, and shadows leaped along the walls.

 "What the--My god! Kev, you scared me outta ten years growth!" Drew
laughed then, relieved to discover that the sudden unexpected intruder was
only his brother. "Hey, man, glad you came back. Join the party!" Drew
held up his can of beer and slapped Francie's bare ass playfully. "Which
will it be first, beer or the broad?"

 Kevin grinned at the threesome on the bed. Stark-naked, they were a
twisted mass of legs and arms and bodies. He could see Francie's huge
tits, one resting on Drew's thigh and the other caught in her brother
Jack's mouth. The girl's head was at Drew's crotch. She had looked up
startled when the door opened, but now she came down again with her open
mouth on Drew's hard, spearing cock. Drew jerked with pleasure and settled
back on the pillow to enjoy the fellatio she performed on him. He raised
the beer can and drank with gusto.

 "Looks like she's plenty damned busy already," Kevin commented, watching
Francie.

 "Hell, she can take another one--no sweat! This little cunt is the
wildest thing this side of the Mississippi. Come on, take your goddamn
clothes off and join the party."

 Kevin moved into the room and closed the door behind him. He didn't need
any more coaxing. The urges that had stirred in his guts at the thought of
seeing Jean again tonight were still strong, and he could use a good time.
He began to strip off his slacks and shirt. The girl watched him without
slowing down her sucking motions on Drew's prick. Jack pushed his hand
between his sister's damp thighs and forced her to open her legs so the
newcomer could get a good view of the red, luscious pussy in the cocoon of
golden hair.

 Kevin jerked off his socks and went to the edge of the bed. His clothes
lay in a heap on the floor near the door, just where he tossed them. He
hadn't bothered to untangle or hang them. Not when he had a promising hot
body like Francie's waiting for him only a few feet away. Christ, she was 
a tempting morsel! His mouth watered at the sight of the golden-haired
pussy. The tight curls of hair were flecked with moisture--hers and maybe
even some cock juice from earlier copulations. The smooth, rounded hump of
her ass made his fingers itch.

 He was on the bed then, his face pressing into the tunnel formed by her
open legs, his lips and tongue delving immediately in the haven of hot,
waiting love. She was delicious, sweet and intoxicating. He drank
greedily, feeling the instant twitch of life in his balls and the springing
alive of his prick. He grinned and shoved his mouth harder into the golden
nectar of her body.

 When Kevin entered the room and closed the door, Jodi moved silently
across the darkened room. She had caught a glimpse of the naked kids on
the bed, recognized Drew and Jack Collins. She had only seen the girl's
long blonde hair and the huge tit Jack was sucking, but she knew it had to
be Francie Collins. She giggled silently, thinking how worried she had
been about seducing her own brother. And here Francie Collins, the girl
her father had lusted for and taken, was obviously fucking her own brother!

 Maybe all the things Patty had told her were true at that. There seemed
to be plenty of men and boys who thought it was perfectly okay to screw
around with their own flesh-and-blood relatives. So if Patty was right,
that meant all men also liked young girls--young, unhaired, undeveloped
girls like herself! She knew that she wanted to join the party in the
other room. Fucking Kevin had given her a taste of things to come, and now
she had the chance to take a giant step forward in her sex education.

 She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. The four people on
the bed were so engrossed in one another that they didn't hear the slight
sound of the door swinging open. Jodi slipped into the room, and the door
closed quietly behind her. She gaped, staring, trying to take in all the
action at once. Each of the foursome was at some part of another's body,
the three boys swarming all over Francie, hands roaming her naked flesh,
mouths licking and nibbling at tits and cunt. Only Drew was at all
passive, lying back sipping his beer while his hand mauled Francie's big
tit, pulling lightly at the hard, jutting nipple, while the girl's mouth
beat a hungry tattoo on his swollen and erect cock. One of Francie's hands
was clawing at Drew's thigh, rubbing in the crotch hair that surrounded his
cock and cupping his huge, hanging balls. The other hand was around her
brother's hard, thrusting cock. Her knee was between Kevin's legs,
pressing upward onto his sex organs and making his penis sway and dribble
threateningly.

 Jodi licked her lips. She wanted to be there with them. She pushed her
foot against her heel and got her slippers off. She lifted the hem of the
short nightgown she was wearing and skinned it over her head. It fell to 
the floor. She walked to the bed.

 It was Drew who saw her. He looked up from his can of beer, and his face
paled. "Jodi!" His cry was a strangled sound of surprise and fear. For a
moment the others didn't react. They were too engrossed in their own needs
and pleasures. Drew tried to pull himself away from the tangle of bodies,
staring at his kid sister's naked body only inches from him. "How the
hell--What are you doing here!"

 Jodi's breath was a tight coil in her chest. Drew seemed angry, but she
was not going to leave. She wanted to join them. She tried to smile. "I
followed Kevin ..."

 At the sound of her voice, the others looked up, aware now that someone
else had arrived on the scene. Jack and Francie looked shocked, then
amused. Francie's hand came up Drew's cock and closed around it. She
began to pump at it in slow motion, as though defying Jodi to stop her or
to turn off Drew's apparent interest and need. Jack simply stared, not
knowing what to make of the kid standing there as naked as a jaybird. She
was just a kid, no pubic hair, no tits ... yet he could not take his eyes
from her tanned flesh.

 Kevin was so startled he stared with his mouth open. She had followed
him! The dumb little shit had been waiting for him to come home--then she
followed him here! He grinned, and ran his tongue over his wet lips,
tasted the cunt juice that still clung to them from his recent sojourn at
Francie's pussy.

 Drew glared at Jodi. "Get the hell out of here, you little snoop! Put
your goddamn clothes on and go on home to bed where you belong!"

 Jodi shook her head, scared of her brother's anger but unyielding in her
determination. She was all hot and wet inside now, and she didn't want to
leave.

 Drew waved the empty beer can in her direction. "Go on, beat it! And
keep your goddamn mouth shut, you little shit!" He was slightly drunk,
breathing very hard and trembling slightly.

 Kevin looked at Jodi. The corners of his mouth turned up in a small
smile. Kevin turned to Drew. "Leave her alone, Drew."

 "What? What the hell do you mean?" Drew was struggling to sit up, but
Francie wouldn't let go of his prick, and he fell back onto the pillows.
"What are you talking about! Damned brat, she needs a good paddling!"

 "Cut it out," Kevin said sharply.

 Drew turned to glare at him, his confusion evident on his face. "What!"

 Kevin grinned and looked back at Jodi. "Let her stay. You might be
surprised at how much your kid sister can add to the party!"
Chapter 15.
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 The room was silent for a few seconds. The boys on the bed were staring
at each other, then at their sister. Drew frowned.

 "Her? Aw, come on, you gotta be kidding." He tried to laugh, but the
sound wouldn't come out. He had the strong feeling that Kevin wasn't
kidding at all.

 Jodi watched Drew, waiting for his next words. She straightened her thin
shoulders and pushed her breasts forward. Kevin had stuck up for her--he
had actually admitted she was good sexually! She was glowing with pride,
and she was also burning with new lust and desire. She didn't want to be
sent away like a child. She wanted to stay right here and enjoy the
pleasures she knew her body could bring her.

 Drew looked at her. His glance slid from her face to her body, lingering
at the undeveloped tits with only coral patches to indicate the womanhood
that lay there hidden beneath them. Drew's tongue flicked over his lips,
and his glance moved again ... over her taut smooth belly, tanned deeply
but marked with lines where her shorts and halter ended ... to the high
mound of pubic flesh. It stayed there, piercing his own doubts and coming
to accept his brother's testimonial. It was hard to believe, but Kevin
wouldn't con him--not now, not here. A smooth baby cunt, but usable. He
smiled, then looked back at Kevin. "No shit?"

 "No shit, Brother. I tried her out this afternoon. It was something to
remember, I'll tell you!"

 Drew looked back to Jodi, and his tongue moved again over his full red
lips. "You wanna play?" he asked softly.

 Jodi nodded. "Yes ... please let me ... I'm all hot and hurting."

 "Good god!" Jack stared at the kid. His guts were a hot ball of fire at
the idea of screwing a young piece like that. She didn't even have any
cunt hair, and she was talking about fucking like a pro! Jeez, this was 
going to be a party!

 Francie looked the naked kid over carefully. Little bitch. What did she
have to show up now for? Damn her. Francie liked the idea of having the
three beautiful fucking cocks all to herself. Besides, what did Jodi have
to offer? What did the brothers and her own kin see in the kid? She
verbalized her protest.

 "She's just a kid, for crissake. Make her go home!" She petted and pawed
Drew's cock to coax him to side with her.

 Jack sat up and slapped Francie's naked rump. "Look who's talking, baby
sister. Hey, you guys know how old Francie is?" Jack giggled.

 Kevin looked at the big tits and the wide-open cunt in front of his face.
"Sure, sixteen."

 Jack laughed.

 Francie said, "Shut up--"

 "She's thirteen! That's all. Thirteen!"

 "Aw, you're kidding ..."

 Jack shook his head and burped softly. "Nope. She won't be fourteen for
three months yet. She's stacked like a starlet, has been since she was
eleven. Quite a dish, my little sister. Yeah, quite a dish!" He poked
his fingers into the wet, spread cunt and wiggled them suggestively. "So
what's your objection to the other kid, huh? You ain't the only kid with
hot ass to go." He laughed again and rammed his hand deeper into the hot
tunnel of Francie's vagina.

 Drew giggled and Kevin grinned. Jack pulled his feet sideways on the bed,
pushing his naked body closer to the girl already on the bed.

 "Come on, baby, climb aboard!" He winked at Jodi.

 Jodi laughed and scrambled onto the bed near her brother. Drew made a
grab for her. "If you tried her this afternoon, then give me a chance now,
Brother!"

 Jack laughed, still hand-fucking his own sister. "What about me? I'd
like to try her, too."

 "Hey! Take it easy, boys, plenty for all. Right, Jodi?" Kevin slipped 
his arm around Jodi and pulled her down to the bed. "I think she'd like to
try lots of things, right, baby?" He grinned at Jodi. "Want us all to
fuck you? Want to suck each and every cock? Want someone to suck your
cunt while you suck someone else's pecker? Want to get fucked in the
mouth? In the asshole?" He was talking softly to her, leaning over her
and breathing the words heavily. She felt his hot breath on her face, his
hand at her tit.

 Jodi was trembling with anticipation now, quivering inside where the fire
had been fanned to flaming desire. "Yes ... oooohhh, yes, I want all those
things ... please, yes ..."

 Kevin laughed. "See, what did I tell you?" He glanced at Jack and Drew.
"Jodi is an eager and apt pupil, so what are we waiting for?"

 "Hot damn! Let's roll."

 Drew scrambled and grabbed for Jodi's legs. He pulled her around and
lifted one leg so he could peer at the lovely unblemished, hairless crotch,
into it, into the thick red wet lips of her vagina. "Holy christ!" His
mouth was watering already.

 Kevin turned to Francie. He noted that Jack's hand was still deep in his
sister's cunt. He said, "Hey, take those fucking fingers out and let me
slip my dick up there. Christ, I've been hard all night and waiting for a
warm, hungry pussy ..."

 "Be my guest, Kevin. She's in rare form tonight--horny as hell. We've
been fucking up a storm for two hours almost. She can take you, then come
back for more."

 Kevin ran his tongue over his lips. He was hot and hard, his cock ready
for action. He'd been on the verge of an erection ever since this
afternoon when he'd fucked Jodi so wonderfully. The memory and thoughts of
his kid sister had kept him at fever pitch. He'd thought to relieve it
when he saw Jean, but then she had crapped out and his hard-on wouldn't
vanish. Now he was going to get his release. He was eager for it. He
grinned at Jack.

 "Why don't you let Jodi suck you off? She has a talented tongue."

 Jack crawled closer to Jodi and she opened her mouth eagerly. Drew was
fingering her cunt now, getting her even hotter and wetter than she was,
rousing her deep need and making her whole body throb. She accepted the
hard spear of flesh that the boy jabbed toward her face. It was smooth and
hot and pulsating. She closed her lips around it, and he sighed, pushed 
forward so the tool sank farther into her mouth. She pulled at the layer
of foreskin and felt for the ridge of the cockhead with her tongue. He was
as big and as delightful as Kevin ... she liked him ... she liked what she
tasted. She also liked what her brother, Drew, was doing to her cunt. His
hands were at it, pulling the thick, hairless lips apart and teasing at the
wet red folds beneath them. Jodi sighed and sucked harder on the other
boy's tool. He tasted so good, and the harder she sucked the hotter she
got.

 Drew was fascinated by the ripeness of his sister's inner folds of flesh.
He had never dreamed that a kid, a nine-year-old kid, would look so
exciting, be so sexy. The flaps of red tissues winked and blinked at him
in the flickering lamplight. The soft, glowing light made everything
slightly shadowed, more exotic. But in any light, this cunt would be worth
looking at ... and feeling. He knew he was getting very hard in Francie's
fucking mouth because touching Jodi was turning him on. He wanted to sink
his prick into this sweet little swamp hole, this new fertile field of
loving ... god ... look at it ... the tiny bud of her clitoris winked at
him wetly. He touched it and the child shivered, pushing down and forcing
his hand to slip into her opening. He grinned, wondering if she had done
it knowingly. It didn't matter; he liked the feel of the wet, silky flesh,
the heat of her cunt washing over his probing fingers. He twitched them,
sinking the tips into the tight walls of the young muscle. She had no
cherry. Had Kevin popped it this afternoon? Lucky bastard. Ohhhh, man,
he was aching he was so hot! He pushed his thumb against her clitoris and
fucked her with the other four fingers in the cunt. Her little hips were
dancing all over the place now. She was so eager, she was having a hard
time staying put. Only the firm pressure of Jack's prick in her mouth kept
her down.

 Drew tugged at Francie's hair, rumpling it with his open hand. "Let go,
doll, I'm gonna shove that hot dick up this little girl's cunt! Oooohhh,
man ... I have to feel her wrap that twat around me ... let go ..."

 He pulled and Francie reluctantly let go of the swollen shaft. But she
didn't have long to miss it. Kevin rolled her onto her back and crawled
between her widespread legs. He grabbed his cock and aimed it at the
target of her sweet sex-hole. He scored a bull's-eye on the first try and
rammed it deep into her. Francie cried out with instant orgasm.

 "Ooooohhhh, yyeess!" She clamped her knees to his sides and clawed at his
shoulders with her hands. She was coming again, and this new cock was
wonderful ... big ... hard ... thrusting ... my god ... already a second
wave of excitement was building, flowing into her body with red-hot heat as
Kevin slammed his cock with repeated hard thrusts into her pussy. He was
almost there ... he felt the pulse pounding in his organ, felt the hard 
pressure of the semen at his starting gate, felt the hot need build and
finally explode.

 "Here it is, baby. HERE IT IS!!!" He let go then. The thick wad of love
juice gushed from the depths of his belly and filled the hot twat of the
girl. It triggered another orgasm for her and she rode with him, coming up
with her hips to meet each slam. Her mouth was pulled taut and her teeth
clenched as she gurgled and gasped with the new pleasure.

 "Mmmmmm, ahhh!!" Francie felt the satisfying tremors of need fulfilled.

 Drew heard the sounds as his brother fucked Francie and they added to his
own heat now. He grinned down at Jodi, who was staring at him with huge
eyes. She was still sucking Jack's swollen shaft of flesh, but he was
doing all the work now. He was very hot, and he was fucking Jodi's willing
mouth just as he would a cunt. Her hot tongue lapped and loved him like a
nice, tight vagina. He had moved around so he was at the side of her head
and out of Drew's way. Jodi could look up and see his bouncing balls as
the prick drove deep into her throat. She was so turned on now she was
trying to grab both the boys on her.

 Drew got between his sister's legs and spread her vulva with his fingers.
She was slimy and oozing juice. He touched the swollen labia with the tip
of his cock and she moaned softly on the mouthful of cock. Her eyes told
Drew she liked it. He grinned and pushed in.

 Jodi felt the hot spear jab into her cunt, and the excitement in her belly
reached fever pitch. It was like falling into a tub of hot water--the
excruciating delight of pain almost overwhelming her at first. Then the
rays of pleasure coursed through her fully; the memory of the first fucking
she had gotten, this afternoon, came back to assure her of the joy that was
in store for her now. Her brother began to move in and out of her with an
even-paced beat.

 Drew got hot very quickly in the lovely little cunt. His own sister--his
own fucking sister--god, the idea excited him, too! She was tight and
smooth and lovely. He had never dreamed it could be fun to fuck a kid--a
hairless, flat-chested kid with a baby cunt. But jeez, it was better than
any girl he'd ever had, so nice and tight ... so eager and fresh ... holy
shit ... he was going to come ...

 He heard Jack grunt and saw the tight grimace on the other boy's face.
"Give it to her, Jack ... yeah ... we'll blow together ... god ... now ...
NOW!" Drew felt Jodi's cunt tighten in the quick spasm of orgasm. His
cock was squeezed like a ripe orange, taking the juice from it. He gasped,
and felt the hot new load of semen spurt into the gulping pussy.

 Drew felt Jodi's body twitch as she came, too. Her belly quivered and her
hips bounced. At that moment, Jack moaned.

 "Ooooohhhh, here it comes, kid, here it comes--" His cock spurted hot
lava into the kid's mouth. She gagged, strangling, as she could not
breathe with the thick load clogging her throat. He pulled back quickly to
let her have air, and the rest of his ejaculation squirted all over her
face. The kid closed her eyes and swallowed the thick mass, then licked at
the dribbling trails of semen that trickled over her mouth and face. She
looked absolutely ecstatic, reaching as far as she could with the tip of
her tongue to find more of the glorious nectar.

 Jodi was only dimly aware of what she was doing. For one blinding moment
she had thought she was going to faint. She couldn't breathe, and the
gigantic waves of pleasure filled her whole body. Her orgasm was
breathtaking, exciting, complete. The hot cock pounded in and out of her
cunt, setting off aftershocks of the earthquake that had rocked her. The
hot hose in her mouth spurted and she choked on the thick wad of slime that
shot to the back of her throat and cut off her air. Then she was
swallowing the salty brine, and she felt the warm splash of more semen on
her nose, cheeks and lips. She groaned softly and licked at it, wanting
all of the tasty nectar she could find. When her tongue could reach no
more, she lifted her hand to wipe at the rivulets, then put her fingers in
her mouth and licked them voraciously. Mmmmmmm, it was so gooood!

 She lay with her eyes closed, savoring the full pleasure of her satisfied
body and the delight of her palate. She felt Drew rubbing her thigh with
firm fingers, and realized he had pulled his prick from her. Slowly, she
opened her eyes and looked at the two boys who had delighted her so. She
smiled and they both grinned back at her.

 "Like it?" Drew asked.

 "Oh, yes, it was wonderful!" She took a deep breath, and she could still
feel the undulating rays of pleasure seep through her flesh. Her belly was
a solid ache of delight, throbbing and quivering warmly. Her legs tingled;
her toes felt as though they had curled. She was totally satisfied. Her
second excursion into the grown-up world of sex had been wonderful, even
more wonderful than the first. She hugged her arms to her breasts and
rocked with delight.

 Kevin was grinning at her, too. He and Francie had fucked with pagan
pleasure until they were sated with each other's body, filled with the
lusty, loving juices they had to offer.

 "What do you think of your kid sister now?" Kevin asked.

 Drew shook his head. "Like, wow!"

 They all laughed then, enjoying the wild abandon and freedom they had
found. Even Francie was no longer angry or jealous. If the little kid
helped make these guys horny, it was okay with her. Each of the boys, Drew
and Kevin Hawley, and her own brother Jack had long since proved they had
enough to go around. It was a shame that so much of the summer was gone.

 Francie lay back on the rumpled bed and stretched like a cat. Her big
tits jutted upward and each of the boys looked at them appreciatively. The
nipples were hard and thrust out, the coral patches huge circles of dark
exotic skin on the golden mounds of flesh. Francie knew she had a nice
body, and she was proud of it, proud that men and boys liked it and wanted
it. She glanced at Jodi with her flat chest and skinny hips. Then she
smiled as she saw the other girl staring at her. The smile was reassuring,
telling Jodi that she would develop soon and have the body she coveted.
Francie laughed silently. She had the feeling that when Jodi did develop,
she was going to be stacked--really big. And with the knowledge the kid
already had of fucking, she'd go crazy with need and drive everyone else
crazy, too. Boys, that is. Men. Francie thought about Stan Hawley and
wondered what he would think or say if he could see three of his kids right
now!!

 "God, what a night!" Jack said, flopping back alongside Jodi on the bed.

 "Let's have some more beer," Drew said. He pushed himself off the bed,
half-rolling to the floor in mock exhaustion, then grinning and crawling to
the cooler a few feet away. He lifted the cover and pulled out a six-pack
and shook it to get the water off. Then he ripped the cans one at a time
from the plastic collar and tossed them to the others on the bed. He
almost threw a fourth can for Jodi but suddenly remembered she was too
young to drink. He dropped the cover back onto the cooler and snapped the
lid of the can open. He put the cold brew to his lips and guzzled
thirstily. Then he got to his feet and walked back to the bed.

 "Hey, what do you say we plan another party?"

 Eager faces turned to him.

 "When?" Francie asked.

 Drew shrugged. "We need enough time to recover from tonight but we don't
want to wait so long that anyone becomes a case of need!" He grinned.
"How about next weekend?"

 Kevin looked thoughtful. "It's Labor Day."

 "So?"

 "This cabin may not be empty. Lots of folks make the lake scene on
three-day weekends."

 "Don't sweat it," Jack said, lowering the beer can from his mouth and
licking the foam from his lips. "I know another place we can use."

 "Where?" All eyes turned to him.

 "I've been working up at a place, an old farmhouse that's been remodeled.
The new owners aren't moving in until October. I'm finishing up some
scraps of carpentry and yard work." He grinned. "I have the key, and the
place is fully furnished, right down to a great big bed."

 "Hey, sounds great! Where is it?" Kevin asked.

 "Across the lake. We can go by boat or around the road by car. And the
best part is that the house is set back from the lake and there are plenty
of trees to hide it. You can't see it from the road or the water. We can
have all the privacy we need."

 "Jack, you're a genius!" Francie hugged her brother.

 "Next Friday night then?" Drew asked.

 Heads bobbed in agreement. Drew looked at his kid sister. "We'll have to
find a way to sneak Jodi out when Mom's not looking," he said.

 Jodi laughed. "I won't have any trouble," she said quickly. She thought
about how easily she and Robin had been sneaking out these past two nights.

 Robin. She had completely forgotten about her sister. Robin had not been
in bed when Jodi woke tonight. Where had she gone? The thought hadn't
occurred to Jodi until now, but her sister's vanishing act could only mean
one thing. Robin had gone after Daddy!

 Jodi looked at her brother. "Drew?"

 "Yeah, baby?"

 "Do you suppose that--I mean, well ... can Robin come to the party, too?"

 He looked startled, glanced at Kevin questioningly. "I dunno ..."

 "It's okay," Jodi reassured them. "She knows ..."

 "Is she a virgin?" Drew wasn't sure what his purpose was in asking.

 "I ... I don't know, but I do know that she doesn't want to be one!" Jodi
said.

 That made them all laugh. Drew patted his sister's naked shoulder, then
let his hand rest on the undeveloped mound that would someday be her tit.
"Okay, kid. We'll take your word for it." He grinned at Jack and Francie.

 "Next Friday then."
Chapter 16.
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 In the morning, Jodi was groggy and tired when she heard the sound of the
car. She wondered who was driving off so early, then glanced at the clock
and saw it was past ten. She had slept late, but it had been after one
o'clock when she crawled into bed so as not to disturb her sleeping sister.

 Now she glanced at Robin's bed and saw that the other girl was waking,
too. Jodi grinned.

 Robin rubbed her eyes. She looked rosy-cheeked and glowing, and Jodi knew
at once that Robin had succeeded in her mission the night before. She
jumped out of bed and scrambled to sit on her sister's bed. "Tell me about
it." she demanded.

 "What?" Robin pretended surprise.

 "Don't try to fool me; I know you got to Daddy last night! I can tell by
the look in your eyes!"

 Too excited to pretend any more, Robin quickly admitted what had happened.

 "I'm not a virgin any more!" she squealed.

 "Daddy?"

 "Uh-huh. Oh, Jodi, it was just as wonderful as you said! I was so
excited, and it felt so good. Honest, I've never felt anything so great in
my whole life!"

 Jodi grinned. "Tell me all about it!"

 She settled back while her sister recounted the details of the seduction
of their father. Jodi hid her smile when Robin told how Francie had
claimed she had to get right back home. The little liar. She was planning
to meet Drew and her brother all the time.

 When Robin finished her story breathlessly, she hugged her knees to her
chest. "Do you think he'll want me again, Jodi? I mean, he seemed kind of
scared when it was all over. God, I can't live without him! I have to
have him again!"

 Jodi grinned. "Whoa, take it easy. Sure, it was good, but I made a very
interesting discovery last night."

 "What?"

 "Well, I found out that when you get sexy, it doesn't make much difference
who fucks you or how. You can come real easy as long as you have a guy.
Or guys ..."

 "Guys? More than one? Aw, you're kidding me." Robin peered at her
younger sister.

 Jodi shook her head. "Nope, it's true." In a low voice she told Robin
what had happened the night before, her following Kevin, finding the others
partying at the empty house down the road. Robin's eyes almost bugged out
of her head as she listened to the exciting events and intimate details.
She broke in often to ask questions about the comparative sizes and talents
of the boys. It seemed almost too much to believe. She shook her head
when Jodi finished the story.

 "Wow!"

 "And that's not all. We're gonna have another party on Friday. And I
asked them if you could come."

 "Can I? Can I?" Robin was jumping up and down on the bed.

 Jodi nodded. "Yep. The more the merrier, Kevin said."

 "I can't wait!"

 Jodi laughed. "Shhh, we can't let Mom hear us. We'd better get up before
she comes in to see what's the matter."

 At breakfast they learned that their father had driven back to the city
without explanation this morning. That had been the car that Jodi had 
heard, she decided. She couldn't help wondering if his sudden departure
had anything to do with his fucking Robin. Was he remorseful now? Was he
afraid his wife would find out? When she asked her mother when he'd be
back, Nina shrugged and said she didn't know.

 The next three days went very slowly. Jodi wanted to be close to Drew and
Kevin all the time, but Drew warned her.

 "Look, if you start hanging around us every minute of the day and wanting
to go off with us at night, Mom's gonna get suspicious. So cool it, kid.
It will be Friday before you know it and then you can have your fun. In
the meantime, bug off, hear me?"

 Jodi agreed reluctantly. But she knew he was right. She and Robin
devoted themselves to sunning and swimming and taking long walks where they
could talk over the things they had experienced about sex.

 Then it was Friday. Dinner was over; Mom was off to town to a movie. No
problems at all about getting away. Kevin decided they would go by boat
since neither family car was around. Jack had an old clunker and would
drive himself and Francie over to the farmhouse. That way, they could get
away by land or water if anyone had to leave. Kevin was a bit worried
about his mother coming in and finding them all gone. She wouldn't worry
about the two boys, but she would wonder about the girls. It was important
to have a way to get them home at some reasonable time so she wouldn't miss
them.

 The farmhouse was everything Jack had promised. Isolated, it was almost
desolate in the thick stand of pines and birch on a knoll on the other side
of the lake. A not-yet-repaired boat dock jutted into the water, and Kevin
tied the boat securely to one of the posts. He and Drew led the way up the
hill, along a narrow, twisting path through the trees.

 Francie and Jack were already there. Jack had driven his car down the
rutted driveway and parked it out of sight. He told them that he had
closed and relocked the gate so that no one could venture down by mistake,
surprising them. Then he took them on a quick tour of the house. The huge
living room downstairs seemed the most ideal for the party, and Jack had
laid a fire in the huge stone fireplace. The kitchen, only a few steps
away, had a large refrigerator which was stocked with beer. The boys had
been bringing it in all week. They had thoughtfully provided Cokes for the
two younger girls, too.

 A radio played soft music and Jack pulled all the shades. A big bedroom
opened off a small hall at one end of the living room, and the spread was
pulled back to show the inviting white crisp sheets. Anyone who wanted 
could move in here from the other room if he tired of the soft furry rug on
the floor or the big sofas along the walls and in front of the fireplace.

 Robin's heart was pounding with excitement. They were all so casual about
the party. She had scarcely been able to eat or sleep for three days
because of thinking about it. Their father hadn't come back to the cabin,
and with the boys forcing them to keep their discreet distance, Robin had
grown sexy from waiting. She dreamed, day and night, asleep and awake,
about the hour she had spent with her father on the pontoon boat. She
closed her eyes and imagined she could feel his lips on her tits, his cock
sliding up between her legs--the tremendous pressure when it hit her hymen
and the flood of pain and relief when it finally broke through. Yet Jodi
assured her that the sex she would have tonight with her brothers and Jack
Collins would thrill her equally if not more. It was hard to believe, but
now she was here. She wished they would start, but she didn't have the
nerve to say anything. The boys and Francie seemed more interested in
drinking beer.

 She watched Francie. It was hard to believe she was only thirteen, not
sixteen as she had told them. She was so well developed, already built
like a woman. Robin sighed and wondered when her figure would form and if
it would be as nice as the other girl's.

 Francie giggled and tossed an empty beer can aside. She got to her feet
from the rug where they were all sitting and lurched to the radio, turning
the dial until she found a station with a good-beat song. Then, grinning,
she turned and began to dance.

 "Watch this," Francie said with a laugh. "I'm practicing to be a stripper
when I grow up!"

 She began to sway to the music, wiggling her hips, bending her knees
slightly, then bumping up with her crotch thrust forward. She looked at
the others through half-closed eyes as she continued the dance. At first
it looked silly, like a dumb kid game. But then something changed.
Subtly, Francie became a woman dancing. Her body swayed and moved with the
music; her hands traced sensuous paths to outline her body. The boys were
fascinated and couldn't look away from her. They smiled and watched her
over the rims of the beer cans.

 Francie moved her open palms along the sides of her rib cage, fingers
spread and seeming to grab for the peaks of her tits. Very slowly, the
hands moved under the full domes of ripe woman-flesh, cupped them, lifted.
It was obvious that she wore no bra, and the hard pips of her nipples veed
the cloth of the shirt. They seemed to grow larger and harder as they
watched.

 Still dancing, Francie moved her hands to her waist, over her hips. The
fingers were splayed wide and pressing into the taut white cloth of the
girl's shorts. Her hips were never still, swaying, bending, jutting. The
fingers crept toward her crotch.

 "Hey, hey!" Drew yelled and clapped his hands.

 "Take it off," Jack said with a grin. "Take it off!"

 Even the two girls had to smile at the dancer. She was exciting
everybody. In exaggerated slow motion, Francie caught the bottom hem of
her shirt in her fingers and began to inch the cloth upward. The boys
whistled and banged the beer cans. The music got faster, and Francie moved
faster in time with it, except for the painstakingly slow movement of her
hands skimming the blouse. After what seemed like a very long time, the
bottom rims of her tits began to show. They swayed with hidden promise,
bounced with the twisting, gyrating dance. Then she tugged at the cloth
again and it snaked over the peaks of her boobs, exposing the colored
highlights of the peaks. The shirt caught on the jutting nipples and
seemed to stop, then skimmed up again. The full beauty of the spheres came
into view. The jogging, jiggling tits seemed to rotate in circles as well
as bounce up and down, and none of the boys could take his eyes from them.

 Francie pulled the blouse over her shoulders and head. For a few seconds,
her face was covered by the red cloth as she continued the swaying dance
that made her body move so sensuously. The blouse finally came free of her
head and she held it at arm's length for an instant before she tossed it to
a chair at the side of the room. Francie danced lightly in circles a few
times, letting her breasts swing out with the force of her spinning. When
she stopped, the twin mountains of golden flesh with the rosy peaks bounced
to a stop. Francie's hands went to the shorts and she began the same
slow-motion removal of them, pushing downward, rolling the cloth, pausing,
inching more naked flesh into sight. The flat belly gleamed like burnished
gold. The top edge of her triangle of pubic hair a darker line of
glittering golden fleece which slowly grew thicker and narrowed to a
tempting V. All three boys were leaning forward now, intent on watching
and viewing all they could.

 At the side of the room, Robin and Jodi were getting impatient. They had
come here to have fun of their own, not just to watch Francie perform.
Robin glanced at her sister, and with unspoken agreement, the two sisters
began to take off their own shorts and shirts. Let Francie get the boys
excited, that was okay. As long as the two of them could get into the
action quickly. Jodi nudged her sister and pointed at Kevin's crotch.
Robin saw the obvious hard-on forming under the taut cloth of her brother's
slacks. His cock was bulging and straining against the seams of the pants.

 Robin licked her lips and felt the quick ooze of wetness between her
thighs. Seeing Kevin's hard-on quickened the excitement that had begun
with Francie's dance. Robin quickly got off her shorts and shirt. She
bent over and yanked off the tennis shoes. Stark-naked, she stood watching
her brother and breathing very hard. It was like the night before, even
more thrilling, because there was no doubt about her getting what she
wanted. Robin moved up behind her brother and sat beside him, her hand on
his thigh.

 Kevin barely glanced at her. Francie's dance had become a visual lust.
Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. Her hands were roaming
all over her body, touching, exposing. She bent forward, turning her ass
toward her audience. Her hands crept between her legs, fingers feeling
erotic places. She leaned farther down, and her huge tits swayed along her
arms. The room was filled with the music and the sound of the girl's harsh
breathing.

 Kevin gaped and his own breath was a strangled sound in his throat. Robin
looked at him, then moved her hand along his thigh and to his crotch. Her
fingers curled over the high mound of turgid flesh, grasping its solid
length and trying to free it from its prison of cloth. Kevin moaned
softly. Robin smiled and used her other hand to work down the zipper of
his pants, then inserted her hand inside the opening. Kevin's body was
warm and hairy. It was Robin's turn to gasp. He felt so big. She had the
end of his prick in her hand now, and it was pushing hard against her palm.

 She forgot about the girl who was dancing. She forgot everything but the
wonder of the thing she held. She undid the pants the rest of the way and
laid open the trousers.

 The cock was so incredibly long. It was thick and hard, but the foreskin
was still covering the head, a tight noose of skin closed over the large
bulge. Robin stared. Her throat was very dry for a moment, then suddenly
her saliva began to flow as though she were viewing a tempting ice-cream
cone on a hot day. Her mouth was watering for this cone ... She bent her
head and took the cock to her lips. Warm ... smooth ... silky ... hard ...
She pressed her mouth around it, felt the quick surge of the head. The
foreskin slid with her pressing lips and the blood-filled tip of the organ
shot from the trap of skin and onto Robin's tongue. She moaned, sighed and
began to suck him.

 Kevin felt the new delight but was not instantly aware of what was
happening. He was too enthralled watching Francie's dance, his mind
translated physical touch at his crotch to the same image. Francie was
naked now, and she lowered her body backward into a deep bend. Her legs
were apart, feet wide to balance her. She had turned to face the boys now,
and her golden crotch was a gleaming, flittering morsel before them. Her
crotch was spread wide, the red lips clearly visible, a dark shadow between
them hinting at the canyon of her womanhood beyond. All three boys were
entranced with the sight. They could actually see her cunt juice dribble
and wet her body.

 Jack moved first. He crawled forward, almost falling to his hands and
knees from his cross-legged sitting position. He moved between Francie's
legs and pressed his face to her crotch. He began to lick and suck at his
sister's cunt with a desperate and wild fury. While he did, he fumbled
with his jeans, unsnapping them and trying to get them off without stopping
his love-licking at her pussy.

 Francie moaned, teetered slightly, then regained her balance. She was
gasping air into her tortured lungs. She was very hot. She had fanned her
own flames of desire with the dance she had done. Now, Jack was eating her
cunt--and she was going crazy!

 Watching all of them, Jodi felt the pressures rise in her belly. She
followed her sister's lead and crossed behind her other brother, Drew. She
knelt in back of him, reached forward and found his zippered fly. She had
it undone in a second, and her hands were hot and groping at his naked
cock. He turned, grinned at her, moved back and dragged her to the floor
with him. He got her turned so they were in the sixty-nine position, and
he shoved his cock toward her face as he spread her legs to accept his
tongue. In moments they were lost in the ecstasy of each other's love
juices. Jodi felt her passion grow and her body tighten. Ohhhhh, he was
so good! His tongue speared deep into her cunt, rimmed the entire thick
gateway opening, tickling her clitoris and sending shivers of pleasure
through her. She was very hot now ... very hot ... Then, quite suddenly
and without warning, she came. The huge wave of erupting orgasm sprayed
through her and touched every inch of her body, yet her mouth never broke
its sucking beat on the delightful, hard cock. It was as though the
driving force in her mouth were the trigger for the jolting shock in her
belly.

 Drew felt the quick spurt of her juices and he gulped quickly to catch
them all with his lapping tongue. The little bitch had come! The idea
delighted him. She was something, this kid sister of his. He licked the
smooth mound surrounding her cunt. God, she was tasty and sweet! He
lifted her leg higher, pressed his face between her thin thighs, running
his tongue deep in the crevice of her buttocks. She whimpered but kept
right on cock-sucking. Drew felt the hard pressure building in his balls.
His tongue found the tiny tight pucker of her asshole and probed at it.
She made a small sound then, and her body quivered in his grip. He forced
his tongue to her asshole again, rimming it as hard as he could and trying 
to dig into the tight rosebud. Her thighs clamped on his head like a vise.

 For a second, his breath was cut off as his nose and mouth crammed against
her young, fleshy rump. Then he grinned and shoved his tongue harder ...
hard enough to force it slightly into the sphincter. Jodi moaned and
almost sank her teeth into his cock.

 With effort, he pulled away and turned her body. He raised her to her
knees, grabbed a pillow from the couch and stuffed it under her upended
belly. Then he leaned over and told her what he was going to do.

 "I'm gonna fuck your asshole, baby!"

 Jodi could scarcely believe her ears. She felt her brother's hot breath
on her neck as he whispered the words to her. Then he was backing up, his
hands were pulling her buttocks apart, his cock was pressing hard against
the tight muscle of her asshole. She took a deep breath and felt the
instant insertion of the hot tip of his big prick in her tight hole. She
opened her mouth to cry out, but he pushed harder, and she sucked air
deeply again. His cock forced its way inside her body.

 That night Kevin had said something about her being fucked in the asshole.

 She recalled the words now, but she had never given it any more thought
... until now ... My god ... he was in her asshole! He was so hard and so
long, shoving and pushing into her ... she felt the hard pressure force her
organs aside, probe a new path of lust. Her uterus seemed impaled on the
spearing end of the flaming cock. She was so hot she could barely breathe.

 Her breath was a tight ring of fire in her throat. Drew fucked in and out
gently in the hot, hugging tunnel.

 He felt his own need reach explosion level. He grunted, and pushed deep
into the tight pit ... exploded with a force that surprised both of them.

 "Aaaaggghhh!"

 Jodi felt it, and it set off her own second climax. The rushing tide of
lava that spurted from her brother's cock filled her asshole, but her
uterus responded as though the cock were in her cunt. The orgasm made her
moan and cry with delight.

 "Yeesss ... oohhh ... aaaaahhhhhh!!"

 Kevin had become aware of his sister at his side, her mouth on his fucking
prick. He was so damned hot from all he'd seen and all the loving the kid
had been lavishing on him, that he was ready to come. He grabbed Robin and
was delighted to discover she was stark-naked. With a grin, he pulled her
around and onto his lap, cunt down and onto his jutting cock. Her eyes 
opened wide with shock and pleasure as he sank his swollen, throbbing prick
into the pit of her child cunt. God! She was tight and hot and wet ...
just like Jodi when he had taken her in the boat ... but there was no
cherry to pop. He didn't care ... she was still hot stuff. He slammed her
the rest of the way down and his cock buried itself in her pussy. He felt
her smooth pubic mound against his crotch hair, felt his balls slap on her
young round ass. He grabbed her hips and began to bounce her up and down
on him, skewering the swollen prick deep into her cunt with each thrust.
She liked it. He could see the wild passion building in her eyes. She
liked it very much ... and her hot little twat was going to send him off in
a second ...

 Robin felt the hard stab of the column of flesh as it plunged into cunt.
It hit the farthest reaches of her tiny cunt, poked against the thick
muscle wall, pushed it out of shape. He pounded her onto his shaft again,
and this time she felt the sting of erotic pain as the inner muscle leading
to her uterus was forced open by the cock-tip. It set her on fire,
erupting her passion in a moment of furious lust.

 "I--I'mmmm cooommiinngg!" She no longer needed his hands to guide her
hips. She slammed her body to him, forcing him far into her cunt, forcing
the power of her clutching cunt to suck out his orgasm. He gasped and bit
his lip.

 "Oooowwww, babbyyy, ride it! I'm coommiinngg tooo!" He felt the quick
lashing thrust of his ejaculation as it spewed into her.

 Francie had not been able to stand the mounting pressure of her lust and
she had collapsed to the floor and grabbed for her brother. His hot,
lapping tongue had excited her beyond reason and now she wanted
fulfillment. He had gotten his pants off and now she quickly helped him
discard his T-shirt. She grabbed his cock then, bending over him. She
dragged her tits over his belly and sex organs, was rewarded with the quick
completion of his erection. She grabbed her own tits, laid the hard cock
between them, squeezed them together. She could feel the heavy pulse of
his body beating in time with her own.

 "Christ, Francie--lie back!"

 She did as he wanted, but pulled him with her, holding the cock and
immediately putting it between her tits again. He straddled her waist and
let his balls hang lightly to her belly. The touch seemed to burn both of
them. Francie craned her neck and tried to touch her tongue to the
gleaming red tip of the organ. He helped her by shoving forward. But it
only excited them more. She took his cock in her mouth then, sucking it
hard and fast with greedy, eager motions. In moments he knew he had to 
have his sister's cunt. He was too hot not to and she was too hot to deny
him.

 He inserted his throbbing, heavy prick in her cunt in a quick,
accomplished motion. Instantly, their bodies came together in pursuit of
the hot need they both felt. He watched her bouncing tits continue the
dance she had started earlier, but he kept his own rhythm in her body. She
was good ... damned good ... a hell of a lot of cunt, wild and wet ... hot
and hurrying yeah ...

 "Here it comes, Sister ..."

 "Give it to me, Brother ... I want all you've got! Fuck me ... FUCK ME!"

 They met in mutual orgasm then, heady, huge waves that engulfed their
youthful bodies and drained their lust. They fucked hard and furiously
until they knew they had both given and taken each other to the fullest.
When Jack finally stopped and fell across his sister's naked body in
temporary exhaustion, the room was quiet.

 A moment later the six kids looked at each other. They had moved into a
quick, natural kind of loving lust, and each had gotten the first fun of
the evening. The first climaxes had taken the desperate edges of need off,
or at least slightly dulled them, and now they could settle back and move
at a more leisurely pace.

 Jack grinned at them. " 'Bout time for a beer; what do you say?"

 "I'll drink to that!" Drew said, slapping Jodi's little ass. "And bring a
Coke for my friend here--she's too young to drink!"

 They all laughed then, and Jack padded naked and barefoot to the kitchen
for the cold drinks.
Chapter 17

 Late Saturday afternoon Stan Hawley drove back up to the lake cabin. He'd
spent four days alone in the city house, thinking and sweating out his
problem. He had left that morning before Robin was up so he wouldn't have
to face her, look at her after what he had done the night before.

 In the four days of hard thinking, Stan had come to several conclusions.
First, he had thoroughly enjoyed the sex session with his ten-year-old
daughter. The first guilt and remorse gave way to analysis and 
rationalization. He had decided that it was a natural attraction. He
loved the child, and when she came to him that way, his instincts had
turned his love to natural desire. He had wanted her and he had taken her.

 He no longer felt guilty about it. He could not change what had happened.

 He didn't want to. He would cherish the memory of that night for a hell
of a long time to come.

 But he had come to another conclusion and decision. He couldn't let it
happen again. He couldn't fuck his own daughter again--no matter how much
he wanted to. And he had to tell her. He had to make it clear to her that
she could not try to get him alone, could not try for a repeat of the
actions of that night on the boat. She wouldn't like it, he knew, but it
had to be done. She would have to wait until she grew up and then find her
own man ...

 The thing that surprised Stan Hawley most was how readily Robin agreed
when he stated his case that night. She smiled at him and said, "Okay,
Daddy. I understand. Is it okay if I go for a boat ride with Kevin and
Drew and Jodi now?"

 "Sure ..." He watched his child run down the bank and climb into the
speedboat where her sister and brothers were already waiting for her. The
boat sped off, leaving a trail of whitewater behind it. Stan Hawley shook
his head and marveled at the resiliency of youth.


The End.
