This story is intended for adults only. It depicts sex between female child not yet of age. If this offends your esthesia, I'm sorry, as that was not my intent. The author does not condone or second any of the activities detailed in the story, some of which may be illegal in certain legal power. Indeed, the author utterly condoms any cast of literal abuse, physical, sexual or psychological or worked up, to any someone of any age. name calling are from the source imaginativeness, and any resemblance to literal result, or locale or mortal, living or suddenly is entirely coincidental,

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PART ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 twelvemonth and four months old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm happy enough, I'm cute, I mean, If I don't say it, who will ? I weigh about 92 pound sign, and I'm a senior at Sacred pump honorary society. I play soccer, eat and study, in that order. We live some ten international mile from town, so I usually ride the schooltime bus to school. I like it out here in the area, heap of tree diagram. No, we don't live on a farm, that would think of getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cows and muck out the stalls -- Not for me Thank you.

We may as well get this over with now. I am cursed ! Why ? Because I have a brother, Sam, and what makes it a curse, is that he is elderly, heady, stronger and even more of an ass than I am. Truth be told, I do love him, particularly when he's at swim practice, baseball practice or basketball practice. No really, we just like to out-do each early in put-downs.

I walk out to the kitchen, where Mom is still putting the dishes in the washing machine"Morning Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that suspect look, I hope you're not smoking pot again."“ No, Sam was teaching me how to kiss."“ You know Mom, that guy is a true expert, if he wasn't so ugly, I could go for him !"“ Well, how long did this class finally ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half hour, 45 minutes, I don't know."She give me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he shit your panties wet ?"I grin sheepishly,"Yeah, but that was because he kept poking me, with his you know what."

Actually, I'm an outdoor somebody, I like to hunt down and shoot, or just go traipsing around the in the woodwind behind our menage, oodles of deer back there, if you're quiet. Lot's of tick too. It's tranquillize out here, just the squirrels, the birds and those noisy anuran over at the pond. A bang-up lieu to unwind, get over a moderate tantrum or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not hermit, We do let some neighbor near us. OK, it's maybe a half Roman mile down the road on both face. But fortunately for me, I am not really a people person, you know ? I have my booster, but frankly, I enjoy being by myself, or just around Mom and Dad and what's-his-name.

Brian and Catlin, are my parents, my Dad and Mom, are the just parents I could possibly experience. And really, my most dependable friends. I sort of have a boyfriend, but it not very sober, I'm sorta not allowed to have a boyfriend. We're at that stagecoach where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Clive can be a real jerky.

My Mom is a stay at home little girl, and I think we bonded finis year, or maybe eight years ago, I forget. She is the cleverest person I know. She has this wicked smile, like she knows that I masturbate -- but golly, don't all kids do that ? And how does she experience any anyway ? It's not like I do it every nighttime -- maybe every other night. Mom and me are tight, we have no secrets !

Dad's a hand surgeon at Coventry County hospital, and he's aplomb, I think he's one friend I can always desire, depend on, you know what I mean ? Daddy is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my binding. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 years old, like an adult. Although He won't let me experience a car of my own, even though I can probably drive and duplicate park better than he can ! Because Dad is a specializer, he has more free meter than most MD's, so we get to drop much more metre together. Dad has a medical office here at our house, but I think now that's just for emergencies, more that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life, my sport is soccer, I love soccer. It's a sport where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or pop ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can kick that ball 60 piece of ass yards ! Excuse my language, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to make most of the goals, and it give's me a chance to be really mean, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your chest of drawers hurt, you know ? I really need an electrical outlet for all that energy, sometimes, otherwise I'd just scream -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the other team, and scares the bejabbers out of the rival histrion, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a orphic, We all, well, near of us take a exhibitioner, after a game. Our shoal shower is one of those Goofy one that the spray heads are on a big center post, in the marrow of the shower room, and we all just gather around in a circle. Well, there we are, raw, bumping into each early, and of course there's mint of giggling, fun and dirty joke, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my team mates bare. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Baron Clive, he's my boyfriend, we have sorta a rocky family relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real cute. So I have, on occasions, let him experience my breasts, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you think he's felicitous with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, convey it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a mark to ever let him grope me the maiden sentence ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let son go. Give me a break !

Now I know you're wondering, No, I've never been fucked ! Gee, I'm only eight teen, for god's sake ! Dad hates it when I use the F countersign, tells me to find another word or just pantomime, but you can't dumb show on the phone ! That's way too much campaign for the F discussion, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the phone ! God, it's, it's just a word, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than destiny of my friends.

You know I think part of the reason I don't have rub, like sex, drunkenness, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our family line we see each other nude pretty often, especially in the hot months, it's a heck of a lot more well-heeled to just go bare minimum, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels peachy in the summer. I think it gives you a lot of ego esteem, like you are really person. I don't flaunt it, in fact very few of my friends know I'm a half-ass nudist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a hot up pocket billiards, so you don't have a gist flak when you dive in, like you would in frigid water supply ! Since we're in sorta a sequestered emplacement, as long as we don't have company, we just go barren ass. Only hullabaloo I have in the puddle, is when Sam and I wrestle for the ball, or something, and all that consistency reach give Sam a hard on ! We all swim pretty much every day. It's a slap-up way to stay in embodiment ! We even have a guy that comes around once a workweek, takes tutelage of the pond, does a great job. He does it in the cockcrow, while I'm snoozing in my comfortable bed.

The four of us have a neat relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each former naked so often, we have few secrets -- we know each other dependable ! I suppose we're more like a really special kinsperson, cause in our household we don't have a lot of rules, other than to be neat and don ‘ t woof on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy soul, and gets off with our kinsperson, she has so a lot fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a grampus trunk, sort of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to fuck !"Sam is always telling her all the guys say that's what she is, MILF. I like that, I think it's cute. She just grins and smacks him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims lap every day, More than I do. Don't live how, but she can survive me ! Sorta scarey, isn ‘ t it ? Her chest are on the small side, sorta of like mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This evening Dad's in a great mood, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my tit are too small ? Anyway, Dad thought and thought, then asks me,"What do you think, kiddo ?"Then he asks,"How old are you any way ?"“ Well duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and William Tell me,"I recommend you let me massage your breasts for about 20 or 30 bit, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to veil that laughing sound coming from her direction. I only ask personal query like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, Sweetheart"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age breasts, but let's see."“ pedestal up Hon, and take off your T-shirt, will you ?"He keeps a straight face as he asks,"Are any of your friends -- boys complaining ?"“ Any girls complain ?"I give him a tail end facial expression, but he continues as though he's enjoying this !

I strip my T off and Daddy looks at my breasts. Naturally Mom comes over to get together in -- everybody's invited, of course. My Mom can be depended to stupefy up for me, after all, I am her favorite ! Naturally, Mom says the needed"ducky, You have really nice, aphrodisiac breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in figurehead of him, up close of trend.

"smasher, I'm a doctor, and as your kinfolk physical, I can assure you, that for a girl your age, your United States Department of State of growing, and your white meat are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like stature, some kidskin grow faster, and in the Lapplander way, some girls start breast developing at different geezerhood, but that is all normal, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my chest sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just ask reassuring, from pop, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In vitrine I didn't tell you, we're from a long line of Huggers !"Don't you guys forget, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to conduct me to soccer practice in the morning."

Most of the girls I know go in their bedroom and lock the door when they masturbate. Don't have the dazed musical theme why that's necessary ! At to the lowest degree you can pry pry that information out of little girl, they admit it. At least most of us girls accommodate it, but just try and get a guy to admit he masturbates eight days a calendar week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a vampire or something. Like it's a somebody sin, or a felony for God's sake ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at school if masturbation was a mortal sin, but the dependable nun just told me to see her after course of study ! No thank you, discover that lecture already.

I don't know, at our sign, yeah, we go into our bedroom to jerk off, I guess, to the lowest degree I do, but we never bother to shut the threshold, like Dad says, doing it is just normal sexual behavior."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every good morning in the shower ?"At that, of course of action Sam leer,"How do you know, twerp, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him glad, isn't it ?"“ Do it myself, once in a great while."Mom bursts out laughing.

When I first discovered sex, I think I was about seven years old, and seeing Dad with an hard-on sort of scared the dogshit outa me, Anyway, I thought pop had some horrifying disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and momma and I played with his backbreaking member, to tell the truth, I think I prefer his penis hard and stiffly, instead of flabby and floppy. I sometimes go in their bedchamber early in the break of the day, cause I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful erection. Dad has a nice member, he's cut. But when it's hard, it sorting of curves up, like it's trying to maneuver at his nozzle. It's vast, believe me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erecting scared my white meat, so they stopped growing ? About every morning, I stick my head in Sam's way, just to check. He's cut, just like Dad is, And yeah, he's usually laying there asleep, all sprawled out, his cock sticking straight up !

Dad explained that when a guy wakes up with a fully bladder, it presses on his prostate claptrap bombast bombast. Personally I think he's having a really aphrodisiac pipe dream ! But he denies that."It's just rule, Kara deary"Which is his preferent expression. I'm really screen out of please When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a MD, I get so lots advice, like"slipstream yourself in the cascade, don't just fend there !, and"Don't talk with your mouth wide Hon."You know, it's sort of a family jocularity, but most girl my age have mamilla, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breasts are still little strobile, with weensy teat, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink pap instead of literal dark mamilla -- she's says that because Daddy loves them so much. My nipples mammilla are lots fully grown than hers, but only cause my nipples are big and puffy. Mom says aunty denim had puffy nipples, and I probably inherited that trait from her. But then we've always referred to her as looney old aunty Jean ! God, I hope citizenry never call me looney old aunt Kara ! Truly, I think I have nice boob, shaped sorta like if you slice an apple in half, that would be my boob, you know ? Well, maybe a sorta small-scale apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and Daddy naked a lot allows me to sorta be happy with myself -- my consistence I mean. I see a lot naked hoi polloi at school day, young woman anyway, in the cabinet elbow room or in the showers. Big boobs, tiny dope, but only one or two other girls with tumescent nipples ! I suppose my breasts are fine just the way they are, maybe a lilliputian on the light angle side. But for one thing, I hardly ever have to fatigue a bra, except to school. When I was a starter, babe Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear brassiere'at Sacred Heart."wellspring that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the house naked. I wonder if nun's masturbate ? I wonder if the Father McClain ever fucks them ? All of them ?

I talked to my Mom one night, After Dad had already gone to bed. It was summertime, and we were both out in the hot tub, and as usual, we were unfinished ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to worry about erythema solare, and in the evening, it ‘ s first-rate nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to talk to her about sex for a hour, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? Well Duh, Mom, it's on my mind sort of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the More you get the sexier your thought process become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you feel like you are ready to ingest sexual relation ?"I thought about it a second, and told her"At schoolhouse, Mom, I think a lot about intercourse, and my thanks is usually wet panties. Mom laughs at that"I suppose it ‘ s a good thing then, that they make you wear undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am ready to deliver sexual intercourse."“ I sorta deprivation to experience it, yet I don't want to get that involved, you know what I mean ?"“ I know perfectly well, Kara, I've been here done that."I laughed, and she joined in. Then she asks,"Do you have anyone special in mind dear ?"“ Like maybe Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is interested in you."“ No “, I replied,"Clive is a add up tosser, he's only is concern in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a girl's vagina is in presence or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will feature to watch your voice communication, there's an adult present, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, someone experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one guess deal, you know, and I would hate to pine away it on some fool boy !"“ All the eligible male child I know, are way too juvenile."They are all too frigging immature, really, for me to even consider."“ I want a more experienced man, maybe like one who won a gold medal in fucking, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"Honey your dada is already taken, Sorry !"

"Honey, what in particular are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ well, I want a man, one who knows his way around a fille's body, like how to give me one orgasm after another, maybe ten clip !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's nipples are hard, and helpfully, I point that out to her. She punches me, and says,"I think we should get your Daddy out here to keep this conversation nice and clean !"I hit her on the arm. Thinking about that. Then we hug."You know Mom, that's not a bad idea !"

Mom puts her hand on my arm, and tells me,"I think you're right, Kara, you are growing up, and those matter will only become a lot more important to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just enjoy it."It's your life."“ Tell you what, beloved, tomorrow let's ask your Daddy if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic exam, and just may we should think about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked grin."Regulate your geological period !"

The next morning, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking finis Night, and we both feel that maybe it time we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on birth control pills."Daddy looks at me and says,"How old are you now kiddo."“ Dad, I'm fourteen, don't you remember, I didn't get a car for my birthday."“ Someday, Kara, you'll be serious and it will affright the crap out of me !"“ oral communication, daddy"I reminded him.

The next day was Sunday, and the clinic would not be busy, so after breakfast, Dad and I drove down to the infirmary."Nervous ?"he asks me."I ‘ m picayune scared, to tell apart the truth, I remember I had an exam when I was younger, causal agency I had started my periods, but I was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. young lady then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort unlike, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my falter, because he asks me,"steady, do you want me to do the exam, or would you rather one of the interns do ?"Without hesitation, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"motherfucker !"says Daddy suddenly,"we forgot to bring Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- concentrated. It took us about a half hour to force down to his office. We walk over to GYN, and look for an empty examination elbow room. Dad asks Patty, one of the nanny,"Good dayspring Pat, my daughter here want to get a pelvic, could you aid ?"“ Of path Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help out, Kara, and even oblige your hand if you want me to."I know Patty pretty well, she's a neat girl.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on birth control."“ Does that think of you have a limited boy, already picked out, and you're going to select that big jump right field into his bed ?"I shook my headway and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite set up for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a night-robe, I shook my head no."Why bother,"I laughed,"I may as well not be wearing it, right ?"and we laugh again, as she says,"You have a unspoilt detail there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the luxuriously examination tabular array. patty took my blood insistence, and stuff like that.

A few minutes later, Dad came in."Are you decent ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me Daddy !"I answer. He puts one arm around my articulatio humeri, and touching my breast, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for puffiness, he asks,"Have you been doing your regular tit exam, Honey"?"No swelling or sore floater, no dismission from the nipples ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a nice girl, Daddy."Patty giggles.

He feels both my breasts very carefully, including my nipples, proclaims,"No problems here !"“ Let's lay back, Honey"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my bay window, match of places, and then listens to my heart. He always presses that stethoscope thingy on my hide so gently ! He looks over at Pat,"She feels sorta dumpy Pat, what should we do with her ?"“ I think she needs a circumcision MD !"Pat replies with a straight cheek. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my dick off, long sentence ago !"That gets a joke all around.

"Patty, why don't you help Kara into the stirrups."Since I had a pelvic test once before, I know all about that. It wasn't 60 second base, before my legs were high in the air, and wide apart."I'd batch rather be out there playing association football,"I mumble. pappa looks up from the chart."Just remember, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my small voice, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could own a division of vernal intern, in here to remark your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to wear down a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her head."You're terrible, Kara."

END OF PART ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical education in sexuality .