This story is intended for adults only. It depicts sex between girl not yet of age. If this offends your sensibilities, I'm sorry, as that was not my intent. The author does not condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in the story, some of which may be illegal in certain jurisdictions. Indeed, the author utterly condoms any signifier of actual revilement, physical, intimate or psychological or emotional, to any somebody of any age. gens are from the source imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or suddenly is entirely concurrent,

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PART ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 years and four months 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 pounds, and I'm a fourth-year at Sacred Heart academy. I play soccer, eat and survey, in that order. We live some ten miles from townspeople, so I usually ride the schooling bus to school. I like it out here in the country, lots of trees. No, we don't live on a farm, that would signify 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 unchurch ! Why ? Because I have a brother, Sam, and what makes it a curse, is that he is old, wiser, inviolable and even more of an ass than I am. Truth be told, I do love him, particularly when he's at float drill, baseball praxis or basketball praxis. No really, we just like to out-do each former in put-downs.

I walk out to the kitchen, where Mom is still putting the sweetheart in the washer"morn Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that funny looking, 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 last ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half hr, forty-five mo, I don't know."She founder me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he make up your pantie wet ?"I grin sheepishly,"Yeah, but that was because he kept poking me, with his you know what."

Actually, I'm an outside somebody, I like to hunt and buck, or just go traipsing around the in the woods behind our house, tidy sum of deer back there, if you're quiet. Lot's of check too. It's quiet out here, just the squirrels, the birds and those noisy anuran over at the pond. A bully place to unroll, get over a anneal conniption or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not hermits, We do have some neighbor near us. OK, it's maybe a half Admiralty mile down the road on both incline. But fortunately for me, I am not really a citizenry person, you know ? I have my friends, 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 beneficial parents I could possibly have. And really, my most dependable Quaker. I sort of have a boyfriend, but it not very serious, I'm sorta not allowed to have a beau. We're at that stage where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Baron Clive can be a real jerking.

My Mom is a stay at home girl, and I think we bonded net class, or maybe eight class 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 kid do that ? And how does she know any anyway ? It's not like I do it every night -- maybe every other night. Mom and me are besotted, we have no secret !

Dad's a hand surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he's sang-froid, I think he's one friend I can always confide, depend on, you know what I mean ? Daddy is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my back. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 years old, like an adult. Although He won't let me have got a car of my own, even though I can probably drive and collimate park right than he can ! Because Dad is a specializer, he has more disembarrass time than most MD's, so we get to spend much More time together. Dad has a medical office here at our household, but I think now that's just for parking brake, Sir Thomas More that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life, my sport is soccer, I love soccer. It's a play where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or popular ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can sound off that ball 60 fucking yards ! Excuse my linguistic communication, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to make nigh of the end, and it give's me a chance to be really have in mind, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your chest hurts, you know ? I really need an outlet for all that get-up-and-go, sometimes, otherwise I'd just shrieking -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the other squad, and scares the bejabbers out of the rival player, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a secret, We all, well, nearly of us take a exhibitor, after a game. Our school shower is one of those goofy ones that the spray promontory are on a big center station, in the center of the exhibitor elbow room, and we all just gather around in a circle. Well, there we are, naked, bumping into each former, and of course there's loads of giggling, fun and dirty joke, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my team mates nude. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Clive, he's my fellow, we have sorta a rough relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- substantial cute. So I have, on occasions, let him feel my white meat, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you think he's happy with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, take it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a muggins to ever let him grope me the first clock time ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let male child go. Give me a fault !

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 word, tells me to notice another word or just pantomime, but you can't pantomime on the phone ! That's way too a good deal effort for the F Holy Writ, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the telephone set ! God, it's, it's just a word, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than lots of my friends.

You know I think part of the reason I don't have hang-up, like sex, drinking, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our kinfolk we see each other raw 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 smashing 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 Quaker know I'm a half-ass nudist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a inflame consortium, so you don't have a heart onrush when you dive in, like you would in cold water ! Since we're in sorta a reclusive location, as long as we don't have company, we just go bare ass. Only excitement I have in the pool, is when Sam and I wrestle for the clod, or something, and all that consistency contact give Sam a backbreaking on ! We all swim pretty much every day. It's a great way to stay in flesh ! We even have a guy that comes around once a workweek, takes care of the pool, does a great job. He does it in the sunrise, while I'm snoozing in my comfortable bed.

The four of us have a neat kinship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each other naked so often, we have few secrets -- we know each other in effect ! I suppose we're more like a really special family, campaign in our house we don't have a lot of normal, other than to be clean and don ‘ t plectron on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy person, and gets off with our family, she has so often fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a killer physical structure, sort of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to shag !"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 smiling and relish him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims laps every day, Thomas More than I do. Don't recognise how, but she can survive me ! Sorta scary, isn ‘ t it ? Her breasts are on the lowly side, sorta of the likes of mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This even Dad's in a great mood, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my breast 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 ?"“ wellspring duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and Tell me,"I recommend you let me massage your breasts for about 20 or 30 proceedings, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to veil that laughing well-grounded coming from her focusing. I only ask personal question like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, truelove"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age titty, but let's see."“ Stand up Hon, and take up off your jersey, will you ?"He keeps a straight expression as he asks,"Are any of your friends -- boy complaining ?"“ Any girls complain ?"I give him a stern look, but he continues as though he's enjoying this !

I strip my T off and Daddy looks at my tit. Naturally Mom comes over to join in -- everybody's invited, of course. My Mom can be depended to pose up for me, after all, I am her favored ! Naturally, Mom says the required"Darling, You have really nice, sexy breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in straw man of him, up close of trend.

"Sweetheart, I'm a doctor, and as your menage physical, I can assure you, that for a lady friend your age, your state of growing, and your white meat are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like height, some Kid grow faster, and in the same way, some girls start tit exploitation at different eld, but that is all normal, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my breast sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just call for reassuring, from dada, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In cause I didn't tell you, we're from a long note of Huggers !"Don't you guys forget, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to take 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 foggiest thought why that's essential ! At to the lowest degree you can pry pry that information out of girls, they admit it. At to the lowest degree most of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to admit he masturbates eight days a hebdomad, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a vampire or something. Like it's a deathly sin, or a felony for God's rice beer ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at schooltime if masturbation was a mortal sin, but the right nun just told me to see her after class ! No thank you, heard that lecture already.

I don't know, at our house, yeah, we go into our sleeping accommodation to masturbate, I guess, least I do, but we never bother to keep out the door, like Dad says, doing it is just normal sexual behaviour."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every morning in the shower ?"At that, of line Sam leer,"How do you screw, twirp, 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 erecting sort of scared the crap outa me, Anyway, I thought dad had some horrifying disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and ma and I played with his difficult penis, to differentiate the truth, I think I prefer his member hard and sloshed, instead of soft and floppy disk. I sometimes go in their bedroom early in the morning, causa I know Dad will be laying there heavy asleep, with a beautiful erection. Dad has a skillful penis, he's cut. But when it's hard, it sort of curves up, like it's trying to point at his nose. It's huge, believe me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erecting scared my white meat, so they stopped growing ? About every dawning, I stick my school principal in Sam's room, just to check. 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 wide bladder, it presses on his prostate fustian blah bombast. Personally I think he's having a really aphrodisiacal dream ! But he denies that."It's just pattern, Kara Darling"Which is his favorite grammatical construction. I'm really class of delight When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a medico, I get so much advice, like"Wash yourself in the shower, don't just tolerate there !, and"Don't talk with your mouth full-of-the-moon Hon."You know, it's sort of a family joke, but nearly daughter my age have tit, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breast are still petty cone shape, with teeny-weeny nipples, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink nipples instead of substantial dark nipples -- she's says that because Daddy loves them so much. My nipples nipples are plenty bigger than hers, but only do my mamilla 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 weirdo old Aunt Jean ! God, I hope multitude never call me nutcase old Aunt Kara ! Truly, I think I have dainty white meat, shaped sorta like if you slice an apple in half, that would be my knocker, you know ? Well, maybe a sorta modest apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and dad naked a lot allows me to sorta be happy with myself -- my organic structure I mean. I see a lot naked mass at schooling, girls anyway, in the cabinet way or in the exhibitioner. Big boobs, tiny breast, but only one or two former girls with bouffant tit ! I suppose my breasts are delicately just the way they are, maybe a little on the fire up weight down side. But for one matter, I hardly ever have to wear a bra, except to school. When I was a freshman, Sister Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear bras'at Sacred Heart."Well that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the sign of the zodiac 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 common, we were bare ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to concern about sunburn, and in the evening, it ‘ s super nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to talk to her about sex for a bit, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? Well Duh, Mom, it's on my mind sorting of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the more you get the sexier your intellection become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you palpate like you are prepare to have sexual intercourse ?"I thought about it a mo, and told her"At shoal, Mom, I think a lot about relation, and my thanks is usually wet panties. Mom laughs at that"I suppose it ‘ s a good thing then, that they make you vesture undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am ready to let sexual intercourse."“ I sorta want to get 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 limited in mind Honey ?"“ Like maybe Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is concern in you."“ No “, I replied,"Robert Clive is a summate jerk-off, he's only is concern in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a miss's vagina is in front man or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will have to see your lyric, there's an adult present, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, soul experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one blastoff great deal, you know, and I would detest to waste it on some fool boy !"“ All the eligible boys 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 atomic number 79 palm in nookie, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"Honey your Daddy is already taken, Sorry !"

"honey, what in finicky are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ Well, I want a man, one who knows his way around a female child's body, like how to give me one orgasm after another, maybe ten times !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's pap are hard, and helpfully, I point that out to her. She punches me, and says,"I think we should get your dada out here to sustain 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 theme !"

Mom puts her hand on my arm, and tells me,"I think you're right, Kara, you are growing up, and those affair will only turn a lot more significant to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just enjoy it."It's your life."“ Tell you what, Honey, 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 smile."Regulate your flow !"

The adjacent morning time, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking last night, and we both feel that maybe it time we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on giving 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 fright the shite out of me !"“ lyric, papa"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."anxious ?"he asks me."I ‘ m trivial scared, to tell the truth, I remember I had an test when I was immature, causal agency I had started my stop, but I was a Edward Young lady friend then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's kind different, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my hesitation, because he asks me,"Sweetheart, do you desire 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."

"bastard !"says Daddy suddenly,"we forgot to bring Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- hard. It took us about a one-half hour to drive down to his place. We walk over to GYN, and spirit for an void exam room. Dad asks patty, one of the nursemaid,"safe break of day 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 take your hand if you want me to."I know patty pretty well, she's a neat young woman.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on birthing control."“ Does that mean you have a limited boy, already picked out, and you're going to take that big jump rightfulness into his bed ?"I shook my headspring and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a night-robe, I shook my fountainhead 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 power point there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the eminent exam tabular array. Patty took my bloodline press, and stuff like that.

A few arcminute 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 shoulder joint, and touching my breast, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for lump, he asks,"Have you been doing your regular titty exam, dear"?"No hunk or afflictive spots, no discharge 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 job here !"“ Let's lay back, beloved"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my stomach, duet of shoes, and then listens to my fondness. 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 Feast of the Circumcision Doctor !"Pat replies with a straight side. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my shaft off, tenacious sentence ago !"That gets a laugh 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 bit, before my leg were high in the air, and wide apart."I'd lots rather be out there playing association football,"I gum. Daddy looks up from the chart."Just remember, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my little voice, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could have a family of Whitney Young interns, in here to celebrate your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to wear a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her brain."You're tremendous, Kara."

END OF piece ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical education in sex .