This story is intended for grownup only. It depicts sex between little girl not yet of age. If this offends your sensibilities, I'm sorry, as that was not my purport. The author does not condone or endorse any of the bodily process detailed in the report, some of which may be illegal in certain jurisdictions. Indeed, the writer utterly condoms any form of existent contumely, forcible, sexual or psychological or emotional, to any person of any age. name are from the generator imagination, and any resemblance to existent outcome, or locales or someone, living or beat is entirely coincidental,

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PART ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 geezerhood and four month old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm felicitous enough, I'm cute, I mean, If I don't say it, who will ? I weigh about 92 lbf., and I'm a aged at Sacred Heart honorary society. I play soccer, eat and sketch, in that order. We live some ten Admiralty mile from town, so I usually ride the schooltime bus to schooltime. I like it out here in the res publica, plenty of trees. No, we don't live on a farm, that would have in mind getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cows and muck out the stalling -- 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 torment, is that he is older, wise, unattackable and even more of an ass than I am. Truth be told, I do have it off him, particularly when he's at swim practice, baseball game praxis or basketball drill. No really, we just like to out-do each other in put-downs.

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

Actually, I'm an outside soul, I like to hunt and pip, or just go traipsing around the in the Mrs. Henry Wood behind our house, dozens of cervid back there, if you're quietly. Lot's of ticking too. It's quiesce out here, just the squirrels, the birdie and those noisy salientian over at the pond. A great space to loosen up, get over a normalize tantrum or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not hermit, We do throw some neighbors near us. OK, it's maybe a half mile down the road on both side. But fortunately for me, I am not really a people someone, you know ? I have my friend, 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 best parents I could possibly birth. And really, my most rock-steady friends. I sort of have a young man, but it not very unplayful, I'm sorta not allowed to have a fellow. We're at that stage where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Clive can be a real number tug.

My Mom is a halt at household lady friend, and I think we bonded cobbler's last year, or maybe eight years ago, I forget. She is the cleverest person I know. She has this wicked grin, like she knows that I masturbate -- but golly, don't all tyke do that ? And how does she live any anyway ? It's not like I do it every nighttime -- maybe every other night. Mom and me are tight, we have no mystery !

Dad's a handwriting surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he's cool, I think he's one Friend I can always entrust, bet on, you know what I mean ? dada is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my spine. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 eld old, like an grownup. Although He won't let me take in a car of my own, even though I can probably beat back and parallel parking area ripe than he can ! Because Dad is a specialiser, he has More disembarrass time than almost MD's, so we get to expend much Thomas More time together. Dad has a checkup office here at our house, but I think now that's just for emergencies, Sir Thomas More that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My aliveness, my sport is association football, I love soccer. It's a play where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or democratic ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can plain that ball 60 screwing thousand ! self-justification my linguistic communication, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to make about of the goals, and it give's me a fortune 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 dresser hurts, you know ? I really need an mercantile establishment for all that vim, sometimes, otherwise I'd just scream -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the other team, and scares the bejabbers out of the competitor actor, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a underground, We all, well, most of us look at a exhibitioner, after a game. Our school day shower is one of those goofy 1 that the spray heads are on a big nitty-gritty military post, in the center of the shower way, and we all just gather around in a band. Well, there we are, bare, bumping into each other, and of course there's plenty of giggling, fun and dirty jokes, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my squad mates naked. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Clive, he's my young man, we have sorta a bouldery family relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real cute. So I have, on occasions, let him feel my breasts, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you think he's glad with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, take it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a fool to ever let him grope me the first fourth dimension ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let boys go. yield me a break !

Now I know you're wondering, No, I've never been fucked ! Gee, I'm only eight adolescent, for god's sake ! Dad hates it when I use the F Christian Bible, tells me to notice another Christian Bible or just pantomime, but you can't pantomime on the phone ! That's way too much effort for the F Good Book, 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 spate of my supporter.

You know I think character of the grounds I don't have hang-ups, like sex, imbibing, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our family we see each other raw pretty often, especially in the hot month, it's a heck of a lot more comfortable to just go bare minimum, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels great in the summertime. I think it gives you a lot of self esteem, like you are really somebody. 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 heated pond, so you don't have a heart attack when you dive in, like you would in dusty piss ! Since we're in sorta a secret positioning, as long as we don't have company, we just go simple ass. Only excitement I have in the pocket billiards, is when Sam and I wrestle for the chunk, or something, and all that soundbox contact establish Sam a firmly on ! We all swim pretty much every day. It's a great way to stay in shape ! We even have a guy that comes around once a week, takes forethought of the pool, does a great job. He does it in the sunup, while I'm snoozing in my comfortable bed.

The four of us have a neat human relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each other naked so often, we have few arcanum -- we know each other better ! I suppose we're more like a really peculiar fellowship, effort in our house we don't have a lot of rules, other than to be clean and don ‘ t pickax on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy person, and gets off with our household, she has so much fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a killer whale trunk, sort of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to roll in the hay !"Sam is always telling her all the guy say that's what she is, MILF. I like that, I think it's cute. She just grinning and smacks him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims laps every day, more than than I do. Don't know how, but she can outlast me ! Sorta scary, isn ‘ t it ? Her breasts are on the small face, sorta of ilk mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This eventide Dad's in a great mood, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my breast are too pocket-size ? Anyway, Dad thought and thought, then asks me,"What do you opine, kiddo ?"Then he asks,"How old are you any way ?"“ well duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and tells me,"I recommend you let me massage your breasts for about 20 or 30 minutes, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to obliterate that laughing sound coming from her centering. 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 white meat, but let's see."“ pedestal up Hon, and involve off your T-shirt, will you ?"He keeps a neat font as he asks,"Are any of your champion -- son complaining ?"“ Any girls complain ?"I give him a rear end tone, 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 join in -- everybody's invited, of path. My Mom can be depended to puzzle up for me, after all, I am her best-loved ! Naturally, Mom says the requisite"darling, You have really overnice, sexy breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in front of him, up close of form.

"sweetie, I'm a doctor, and as your kinfolk physical, I can assure you, that for a girl your age, your country of ontogenesis, and your chest are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like height, some nestling grow faster, and in the same way, some daughter start titty development at different ages, but that is all convention, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my breast sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just necessitate reassuring, from pa, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In case I didn't William Tell you, we're from a long seam of Huggers !"Don't you guys block, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to choose me to soccer practice in the morning."

Most of the young lady I know go in their sleeping accommodation and lock away the door when they masturbate. Don't have the fogged idea why that's necessary ! At to the lowest degree you can pry pry that selective information out of girls, they admit it. At to the lowest degree to the highest degree of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to take he masturbates eight daytime a week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a lamia or something. Like it's a someone sin, or a felony for God's sake ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at schooling if masturbation was a mortal sin, but the commodity nun just told me to see her after class ! No thank you, get a line that lecture already.

I don't know, at our household, yeah, we go into our sleeping accommodation to masturbate, I guess, least I do, but we never bother to close the door, like Dad says, doing it is just formula sexual behavior."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every cockcrow in the rain shower ?"At that, of course Sam sneers,"How do you get laid, twirp, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him happy, 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 class old, and seeing Dad with an erection sort of scared the shit outa me, Anyway, I thought Daddy had some horrible disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and mamma and I played with his hard penis, to tell the true statement, I think I prefer his penis hard and stiff, instead of diffused and floppy. I sometimes go in their bedroom early in the morning, causa I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful erecting. Dad has a Nice member, he's cut. But when it's hard, it variety of curved shape up, like it's trying to point at his nozzle. It's Brobdingnagian, believe me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erection scared my breasts, so they stopped growing ? About every forenoon, I stick my heading in Sam's room, just to correspond. He's cut, just like Dad is, And yeah, he's usually laying there asleep, all sprawled out, his dick sticking straight up !

Dad explained that when a guy wakes up with a replete bladder, it presses on his prostate blah blah blah. Personally I think he's having a really aphrodisiac dream ! But he denies that."It's just formula, Kara Darling"Which is his darling formula. I'm really sort of pleased When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a doctor, I get so much advice, like"wash yourself in the shower, don't just resist there !, and"Don't talk with your lip replete Hon."You know, it's form of a family jape, but nigh female child my age have mammilla, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her chest are still little cone cell, with itty-bitty pap, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink nipples instead of actual dark nipples -- she's says that because Daddy loves them so much. My mammilla tit are deal bigger than hers, but only cause my mammilla are big and puffy. Mom says aunt Jean had puffy nipples, and I probably inherited that trait from her. But then we've always referred to her as Crazy old aunt Jean ! God, I hope mass never hollo me crazy old aunty Kara ! Truly, I think I have nice breasts, shaped sorta like if you slice an apple in half, that would be my breast, you know ? fountainhead, maybe a sorta little 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 dead body I mean. I see a lot naked people at schooling, girls anyway, in the locker room or in the showers. Big booby, tiny bosom, but only one or two former girl with puffy nipples ! I suppose my bosom are fine just the way they are, maybe a little on the light system of weights side. But for one matter, I hardly ever have to wear off a bra, except to school. When I was a freshman, baby Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear brassiere'at Sacred Heart."fountainhead 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 founding 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 bare ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to care about sunburn, and in the evening, it ‘ s super nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to talk to her about sex for a moment, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? Well Duh, Mom, it's on my psyche sorting of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the more you get the aphrodisiac your view become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you experience like you are ready to have got sexual copulation ?"I thought about it a minute, and told her"At school, 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 bust undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am ready to have sexual intercourse."“ I sorta desire 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 brain Honey ?"“ Like maybe Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is occupy in you."“ No “, I replied,"Baron Clive of Plassey is a total tosser, he's only is interested in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a girl's vagina is in front or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will have to check your linguistic communication, there's an adult nowadays, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, soul experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one shot deal, you know, and I would hate to knock off it on some motley 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 experience man, maybe like one who won a gold medal in nooky, at the Olympic Games !"Mom laughs,"Honey your Daddy is already taken, Sorry !"

"dearest, what in particular are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ Well, I want a man, one who knows his way around a female child's physical structure, like how to return me one orgasm after another, maybe ten times !"“ 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 pa out here to keep open this conversation nice and unclouded !"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 things will only go a lot more important to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just love it."It's your life."“ Tell you what, beloved, tomorrow let's ask your Daddy if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic test, and just may we should think about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked smile."Regulate your time period !"

The future morning, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking conclusion 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 xiv, don't you remember, I didn't get a car for my birthday."“ Someday, Kara, you'll be serious and it will pall the crap out of me !"“ Language, 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 hospital."Nervous ?"he asks me."I ‘ m trivial scared, to tell the truth, I remember I had an test when I was vernal, cause I had started my periods, but I was a Lester Willis Young girl then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort different, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my falter, because he asks me,"stunner, do you desire me to do the examination, or would you rather one of the interns do ?"Without hesitancy, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"Shit !"says Daddy suddenly,"we forgot to bring Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- difficult. It took us about a half hour to drive down to his function. We walk over to GYN, and look for an evacuate exam room. Dad asks cake, one of the nursemaid,"respectable morning time Pat, my daughter here want to get a pelvic, could you assist ?"“ Of course Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help out, Kara, and even hold your helping hand if you want me to."I know Patty pretty well, she's a neat female child.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on birth control."“ Does that intend you have a peculiar boy, already picked out, and you're going to take that big start right into his bed ?"I shook my head and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite cook for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a gown, 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 good gunpoint there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the high gear exam tabular array. patty took my lineage pressure sensation, and material like that.

A few arcminute later, Dad came in."Are you seemly ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me Daddy !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder joint, and touching my boob, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for lummox, he asks,"Have you been doing your regular breast exams, honey"?"No lubber or raw position, no discharge from the nipples ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a nice girl, Daddy."patty giggles.

He feels both my breast very carefully, including my nipples, proclaims,"No job here !"“ Let's lay back, Honey"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my tummy, couple of places, and then listens to my heart. He always presses that stethoscope thingy on my skin 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 case. 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 jape all around.

"Patty, why don't you help Kara into the stirrups."Since I had a pelvic exam once before, I know all about that. It wasn't 60 instant, before my legs were high in the air, and widely apart."I'd lots rather be out there playing soccer,"I mumble. Daddy looks up from the chart."Just remember, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my lilliputian voice, sorta afraid of a surprisal."Well, we could have a class of Edward Young interns, in here to note your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to wear a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her head."You're terrible, Kara."

END OF share ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical pedagogy in sex .