This story is intended for grownup only. It depicts sex between girls not yet of age. If this offends your sensibilities, I'm sorry, as that was not my spirit. The author does not condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in the chronicle, some of which may be illegal in sealed jurisdiction. Indeed, the writer utterly condoms any signifier of genuine abuse, physical, sexual or psychological or aroused, to any mortal of any age. Names are from the authors imagination, and any resemblance to literal case, or locales or individual, living or dead is entirely coincidental,

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persona ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 days and four months old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm glad 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 warmness honorary society. I play soccer, eat and survey, in that order. We live some ten miles from town, so I usually ride the schoolhouse bus to schooling. I like it out here in the country, band of tree diagram. No, we don't live on a farm, that would entail getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cow and muck out the stalls -- Not for me Thank you.

We may as well get this over with now. I am excommunicate ! Why ? Because I have a Brother, Sam, and what makes it a whammy, is that he is old, heady, stronger and even more than of an ass than I am. truth be told, I do love him, particularly when he's at swim practice, baseball drill or basketball game pattern. 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 washer"Morning Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that funny 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 !"“ wellspring, how long did this class stopping point ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half 60 minutes, forty-five proceedings, I don't know."She afford me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he constitute 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 person, I like to hunt and charge, or just go traipsing around the in the woods behind our business firm, lots of cervid back there, if you're tranquilize. Lot's of ticks too. It's quiet out here, just the squirrels, the shuttle and those noisy frogs over at the pond. A great situation to wind off, get over a temper tantrum or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not hermits, We do have some neighbors near us. OK, it's maybe a half mile down the road on both sides. But fortunately for me, I am not really a people person, 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 consume. And really, my most reliable friends. I sort of have a young man, but it not very sober, I'm sorta not allowed to give birth a beau. We're at that stagecoach where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Clive can be a real jerk.

My Mom is a halt at home miss, and I think we bonded last 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 nipper do that ? And how does she know any anyway ? It's not like I do it every night -- maybe every other dark. Mom and me are pixilated, we have no secrets !

Dad's a hand surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he's cool, I think he's one Quaker I can always trust, depend on, you know what I mean ? pappa is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my vertebral column. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 year old, like an adult. Although He won't let me birth a car of my own, even though I can probably tug and parallel parking area better than he can ! Because Dad is a specializer, he has more justify time than most MD's, so we get to spend much More time together. Dad has a medical exam office here at our family, but I think now that's just for emergencies, Thomas More that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life, my sport is soccer, I love soccer. It's a fun where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or popular ! We even have a heavy-set young woman, Janet, who can kick that ball 60 piece of ass yards ! apology my spoken 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 end, and it give's me a hazard 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 bureau damage, you know ? I really need an outlet for all that vitality, sometimes, otherwise I'd just screeching -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the early team, and scares the bejabbers out of the rival role player, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a secret, We all, well, most of us use up a cascade, after a game. Our school rain shower is one of those silly one that the spray caput are on a big center post, in the center of the shower way, and we all just gather around in a R-2. Well, there we are, naked, bumping into each other, and of row there's lots 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 boyfriend, we have sorta a rocky relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- rattling cute. So I have, on social occasion, let him feel my breasts, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you consider he's happy with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, make it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a fool to ever let him grope me the get-go time ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let boys 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 word, tells me to find another Book or just pantomime, but you can't dumb show on the speech sound ! That's way too much effort for the F Holy Writ, 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 batch of my friends.

You know I think part of the intellect I don't have snag, like sex, imbibition, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our family we see each other au naturel pretty often, especially in the hot months, it's a heck of a lot more well-heeled to just go denudate 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 mortal. I don't flaunt it, in fact very few of my ally know I'm a half-ass nudist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a heated up pool, so you don't have a heart onslaught when you dive in, like you would in frigid water ! Since we're in sorta a secret location, as long as we don't have company, we just go bare ass. Only hullabaloo I have in the pocket billiards, is when Sam and I wrestle for the chunk, or something, and all that consistence adjoin give Sam a strong on ! We all swim pretty much every day. It's a capital way to last out in condition ! We even have a guy that comes around once a calendar week, takes care of the pool, does a great job. He does it in the aurora, while I'm snoozing in my comfortable bed.

The four of us have a neat relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each early naked so often, we have few mystery -- we know each other easily ! I suppose we're more like a really extra class, cause in our house we don't have a lot of formula, other than to be clean-living and don ‘ t pick 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 practically fun !

I guess that's mighty significant to her. She has a slayer eubstance, 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, Sir Thomas More than I do. Don't know how, but she can outlast me ! Sorta scary, isn ‘ t it ? Her breasts are on the humble side, sorta of like mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This eve Dad's in a great mood, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my breasts 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 minutes, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to blot out that laughing level-headed coming from her counsel. I only ask personal doubtfulness like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, knockout"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age chest, but let's see."“ Stand up Hon, and take off your T-shirt, will you ?"He keeps a square typeface as he asks,"Are any of your friends -- boys complaining ?"“ Any girls complain ?"I give him a unappeasable look, 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 link in -- everybody's invited, of course. My Mom can be depended to flummox up for me, after all, I am her favorite ! Naturally, Mom says the required"Darling, You have really prissy, sexy breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in front of him, up close of course.

"Sweetheart, I'm a medico, and as your family physical, I can assure you, that for a girl your age, your state of development, and your breasts are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like height, some kids grow faster, and in the like way, some miss start bosom development at dissimilar years, but that is all normal, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my white meat sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just need reassuring, from daddy, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In event I didn't William Tell you, we're from a long logical argument of Huggers !"Don't you guys forget, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to take me to soccer practice in the morning."

Most of the young lady I know go in their bedroom and lock the threshold when they masturbate. Don't have the foggy idea why that's requisite ! At least you can pry pry that entropy out of miss, they admit it. At least most of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to admit he masturbates eight 24-hour interval a week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a vampire or something. Like it's a mortal sin, or a felony for God's sake ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at schooling if masturbation was a individual sin, but the good nun just told me to see her after category ! No thank you, heard that lecture already.

I don't know, at our house, yeah, we go into our bedroom to masturbate, I guess, least I do, but we never bother to shut the door, like Dad says, doing it is just normal sexual behavior."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every morning time in the shower ?"At that, of course Sam sneer,"How do you know, twit, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him happy, isn't it ?"“ Do it myself, once in a neat while."Mom bursts out laughing.

When I first discovered sex, I think I was about seven twelvemonth old, and seeing Dad with an erection variety of scared the crap outa me, Anyway, I thought Daddy had some frightful disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and Mommy and I played with his grueling member, to tell the truth, I think I prefer his penis hard and pie-eyed, instead of sonant and floppy. I sometimes go in their sleeping room early in the morning, drive I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful hard-on. Dad has a squeamish penis, he's cut. But when it's hard, it sorting of curves up, like it's trying to point at his olfactory organ. It's huge, conceive me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erection scared my breast, so they stopped growing ? About every good morning, I stick my psyche 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 to the full bladder, it presses on his prostate gland blah rant claptrap. Personally I think he's having a really sexy dream ! But he denies that."It's just normal, Kara favourite"Which is his favorite expression. I'm really sort of delight When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a Dr., I get so a lot advice, like"washables yourself in the cascade, don't just stand there !, and"Don't public lecture with your sassing full Hon."You know, it's form of a family joke, but to the highest degree girls my age have nipples, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her knocker are still little cone shape, with itty-bitty mamilla, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink teat instead of real dreary nipples -- she's says that because pa loves them so much. My nipples mamilla are lots larger than hers, but only cause my nipples are big and puffy. Mom says Aunt denim had puffy nipples, and I probably inherited that trait from her. But then we've always referred to her as Crazy old auntie dungaree ! God, I hope masses never address me weirdo old auntie Kara ! Truly, I think I have nice tit, shaped sorta like if you slice an apple in half, that would be my breast, you know ? wellspring, maybe a sorta small apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and dad naked a lot allows me to sorta be well-chosen with myself -- my torso I mean. I see a lot au naturel people at School, girls anyway, in the footlocker elbow room or in the rain shower. Big boobs, tiny boobs, but only one or two early girls with bouffant tit ! I suppose my titty are fine just the way they are, maybe a little on the light weightiness side. But for one matter, I hardly ever have to wear out a bra, except to school. When I was a newbie, sis Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear bandeau'at Sacred Heart."fountainhead that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the planetary 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 common, we were bare ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to worry about sunburn, and in the evening, it ‘ s ace nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to sing to her about sex for a mo, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? fountainhead Duh, Mom, it's on my mind kind of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic tomentum, 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 fix to have sexual congress ?"I thought about it a bit, and told her"At school, Mom, I think a lot about sexual relation, 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 schoolhouse, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am prepare to have sexual intercourse."“ I sorta desire to have 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 judgement love ?"“ Like maybe Baron Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is interested in you."“ No “, I replied,"Clive is a total jerk-off, he's only is occupy 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 watch your terminology, there's an adult nowadays, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, someone experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one shot great deal, you know, and I would hate to waste it on some tomfool boy !"“ All the eligible boy 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 medallion in fucking, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"Honey your pappa is already taken, Sorry !"

"love, what in particular are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ Well, I want a man, one who knows his way around a girl's torso, like how to give me one climax after another, maybe ten times !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's mamilla 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 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 deal on my arm, and tells me,"I think you're right, Kara, you are growing up, and those things 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, dearest, tomorrow let's ask your Daddy if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic exam, and just may we should intend about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked grin."Regulate your geological period !"

The adjacent morning, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking utmost night, and we both feel that maybe it time we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on nativity 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 scare the crap out of me !"“ lyric, Daddy"I reminded him.

The next day was Sunday, and the clinic would not be meddlesome, so after breakfast, Dad and I drove down to the hospital."Nervous ?"he asks me."I ‘ m little scar, to tell the the true, I remember I had an exam when I was younger, causal agency I had started my period of time, but I was a young female child then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort unlike, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my hesitation, because he asks me,"Sweetheart, do you want me to do the exam, or would you rather one of the intern 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 half time of day to tug down to his part. We walk over to GYN, and look for an evacuate examination room. Dad asks cake, one of the nanny,"goodness Morning Pat, my daughter here want to get a pelvic, could you wait on ?"“ Of trend Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help out, Kara, and even hold your hired man 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 nascency control."“ Does that imply you have a special boy, already picked out, and you're going to take that big jump rightfield into his bed ?"I shook my head and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a surgical 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 stop there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the highschool exam tabular array. Patty took my blood imperativeness, and stuff and nonsense like that.

A few min later, Dad came in."Are you in good order ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me Daddy !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder, and touching my bosom, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for lumps, he asks,"Have you been doing your regular breast test, beloved"?"No goon or raw situation, no discharge from the nipples ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a courteous lady friend, 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 tummy, brace of situation, 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 Feast of the Circumcision Doctor !"Pat replies with a straight face. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my dick off, long prison term ago !"That gets a laugh 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 second base, before my ramification were highschool in the air, and wide apart."I'd lots rather be out there playing soccer,"I mumble. Daddy looks up from the chart."Just call up, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my lilliputian phonation, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could let a class of young interns, in here to honour your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to wear a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her psyche."You're frightening, Kara."

END OF PART ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical pedagogy in sex .