This story is intended for adults only. It depicts sex between daughter not yet of age. If this offends your sensibilities, I'm sorry, as that was not my purpose. The source does not condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in the story, some of which may be illegal in certain jurisdiction. Indeed, the author utterly condoms any form of actual ill-usage, physical, intimate or psychological or emotional, to any soul of any age. names are from the generator imagination, and any resemblance to actual consequence, or locales or individual, living or dead is entirely coincidental,

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function 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 well-chosen enough, I'm cute, I mean, If I don't say it, who will ? I weigh about 92 lb, and I'm a senior at Sacred Heart Academy. I play soccer, eat and subject, in that decree. We live some ten nautical mile from Town, so I usually ride the schooltime bus to schoolhouse. I like it out here in the commonwealth, heap of trees. No, we don't live on a farm, that would mean getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cows and muck out the cubicle -- 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 older, wiser, firm and even more of an ass than I am. Truth be told, I do sleep together him, particularly when he's at swim practice, baseball practice or basketball practice. 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 dishes in the washer"break of day Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that funny aspect, 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, forty-five proceedings, I don't know."She consecrate me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he make water your panties wet ?"I grin sheepishly,"Yeah, but that was because he kept poking me, with his you know what."

Actually, I'm an out-of-door person, I like to hunt and shoot, or just go traipsing around the in the woods behind our house, stacks of deer back there, if you're quiet. Lot's of ticks too. It's quiet out here, just the squirrels, the hiss and those noisy toad frog over at the pond. A great place to unwind, get over a biliousness tantrum or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not hermits, We do have some neighbour 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 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 best parents I could possibly have. And really, my most steady-going friends. I form of have a swain, but it not very severe, I'm sorta not allowed to have a boyfriend. We're at that microscope stage where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Clive can be a real saccade.

My Mom is a stay at nursing home girl, and I think we bonded final year, or maybe eight years ago, I forget. She is the clever individual 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 get laid any anyway ? It's not like I do it every night -- maybe every other night. Mom and me are tight, we have no secrets !

Dad's a hired man surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he's cool, I think he's one friend I can always commit, depend on, you know what I mean ? dad 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 grownup. Although He won't let me have a car of my own, even though I can probably push and twin park easily than he can ! Because Dad is a specialist, he has more free time than most MD's, so we get to spend much Thomas More time together. Dad has a medical checkup office here at our theater, but I think now that's just for emergencies, more that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life, my variation is soccer, I love association football. It's a mutation where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or pop ! We even have a heavy-set daughter, Janet, who can kick that ball 60 fucking 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 believe well-nigh of the end, and it give's me a fortune to be really mingy, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your chest detriment, you know ? I really need an outlet for all that energy, sometimes, otherwise I'd just sidesplitter -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the other squad, and scares the bejabbers out of the competition player, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a secret, We all, well, virtually of us take a shower, after a game. Our school day rain shower is one of those cockamamie ones that the spray heads are on a big center mail, in the nitty-gritty of the shower bath room, and we all just gather around in a circle. Well, there we are, naked, bumping into each other, and of course of study there's destiny of giggling, fun and dirty jocularity, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my team 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 beau, we have sorta a rocky relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real number cute. So I have, on occasions, let him sense my chest, under my jumper 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, take it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a jester to ever let him grope me the first 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 Holy Scripture, tells me to find another Christian Bible or just pantomime, but you can't pantomime on the phone ! That's way too much effort for the F word, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the phone ! God, it's, it's just a Logos, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than lots of my friends.

You know I think function of the rationality I don't have hang-ups, like sex, drinking, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our phratry we see each other raw pretty often, especially in the hot calendar month, it's a heck of a lot more comfortable to just go plain minimum, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels cracking 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 up pool, so you don't have a spirit flack when you dive in, like you would in coldness water ! Since we're in sorta a seclude location, as long as we don't have fellowship, we just go bare ass. Only excitement I have in the pool, is when Sam and I wrestle for the ball, or something, and all that body reach give Sam a hard on ! We all swim pretty much every day. It's a large way to stay in build ! We even have a guy that comes around once a week, takes care of the consortium, does a slap-up job. He does it in the dawn, while I'm snoozing in my comfortable bed.

The four of us have a neat relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each other naked so often, we have few mystery -- we know each other better ! I suppose we're more like a really special kin, movement in our house we don't have a lot of formula, former than to be sportsmanlike and don ‘ t pickaxe on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy individual, and gets off with our family, she has so a good deal fun !

I guess that's mighty significant to her. She has a killer soundbox, sort of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to Fuck !"Sam is always telling her all the guy wire 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 know how, but she can outlive me ! Sorta scary, isn ‘ t it ? Her titty are on the small side, sorta of like mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This evening Dad's in a swell humour, so I screw up the bravery him, asked if he thought my boob 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 tells me,"I recommend you let me knead your bosom for about 20 or 30 instant, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to veil that laughing audio coming from her direction. I only ask personal doubt like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, smasher"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age titty, but let's see."“ Stand up Hon, and take off your jersey, will you ?"He keeps a heterosexual boldness as he asks,"Are any of your admirer -- boys complaining ?"“ Any female child complain ?"I give him a stern flavour, 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 conjoin in -- everybody's invited, of row. My Mom can be depended to stick up for me, after all, I am her favorite ! Naturally, Mom says the needed"favourite, You have really overnice, sexy breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in front of him, up close of course.

"looker, I'm a medico, and as your family forcible, I can promise you, that for a missy your age, your state of ontogenesis, and your tit are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like height, some nestling grow faster, and in the Saami way, some girls start breast evolution at unlike eld, but that is all rule, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for preaching, but I think my white meat sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just demand reassuring, from dad, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In subject I didn't Tell you, we're from a hanker line of Huggers !"Don't you guys bury, tomorrow is Sat, you have to take me to soccer practice session in the morning."

Most of the girls I know go in their sleeping accommodation and lock in the door when they masturbate. Don't have the misty idea why that's requisite ! At to the lowest degree you can pry pry that information out of girls, they admit it. At least nearly of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to allow he masturbates eight 24-hour interval a hebdomad, 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 school if masturbation was a mortal sin, but the honorable nun just told me to see her after course of study ! 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 keep out the door, like Dad says, doing it is just normal sexual demeanor."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every morning in the shower ?"At that, of course Sam sneer,"How do you sleep together, 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 years old, and seeing Dad with an erection kind of scared the crap outa me, Anyway, I thought pappa had some horrifying disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and ma and I played with his hard penis, to tell the trueness, I think I prefer his penis hard and crocked, instead of soft and floppy. I sometimes go in their bedroom early in the break of day, cause I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful erecting. Dad has a skillful penis, he's cut. But when it's hard, it kind of curves up, like it's trying to designate at his nose. It's huge, think me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erection scared my breast, so they stopped growing ? About every dawn, I stick my head 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 full vesica, it presses on his prostate fustian fustian blah. Personally I think he's having a really sexy dream ! But he denies that."It's just normal, Kara pet"Which is his preferred expression. I'm really sieve of delight When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a Doctor of the Church, I get so often advice, like"dry wash yourself in the rain shower, don't just stand there !, and"Don't talk with your mouth full Hon."You know, it's variety of a family antic, but nigh girls my age have mamilla, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breasts are still little cones, with bitty pap, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink nipples instead of really dark mamilla -- she's says that because dad loves them so much. My nipple mamilla are wads cock-a-hoop than hers, but only cause my nipples 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 auntie Jean ! God, I hope people never call me Crazy old Aunt Kara ! Truly, I think I have gracious breasts, shaped sorta like if you slice an orchard apple tree 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 Daddy naked a lot allows me to sorta be happy with myself -- my organic structure I mean. I see a lot naked masses at School, girls anyway, in the cabinet elbow room or in the exhibitor. Big dummy, tiny boobs, but only one or two other little girl with puffy mammilla ! I suppose my breasts are fine just the way they are, maybe a slight on the light weight side. But for one thing, I hardly ever have to wear a bra, except to school. When I was a entrant, 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 mansion 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 bare ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to occupy about sunburn, and in the eventide, it ‘ s extremely nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to lecture to her about sex for a min, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? wellspring Duh, Mom, it's on my mind sort of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic fuzz, the to a greater extent you get the sexier your thoughts become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you find like you are ready to take intimate carnal knowledge ?"I thought about it a minute, and told her"At school, Mom, I think a lot about coitus, and my thanks is usually wet panty. 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 take sexual intercourse."“ I sorta want 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 exceptional in mind Honey ?"“ Like maybe Robert Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is interested in you."“ No “, I replied,"Baron Clive of Plassey is a total jerk-off, he's only is interested in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a missy's vagina is in front or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will have to watch your spoken communication, there's an grownup present tense, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, mortal experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one shooter deal, you know, and I would hate to waste it on some jester boy !"“ All the eligible son 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 medallion in shag, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"Honey your pop is already taken, Sorry !"

"dear, 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 body, like how to give 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 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 William Tell me,"I think you're right, Kara, you are growing up, and those things will only go a lot more crucial to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just savour it."It's your life."“ William 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 periods !"

The next morning, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking last nighttime, and we both feel that maybe it clip we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on nascency ascendency pills."dada looks at me and says,"How old are you now kiddo."“ Dad, I'm 14, don't you remember, I didn't get a car for my birthday."“ Someday, Kara, you'll be serious and it will scare the bull out of me !"“ Language, pa"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 little scared, to state the truth, I remember I had an test when I was younger, cause I had started my periods, but I was a vernal girl then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort different, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my faltering, because he asks me,"sweetheart, do you desire me to do the examination, or would you rather one of the interne do ?"Without hesitation, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"Shit !"says dad suddenly,"we forgot to bring Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- heavy. It took us about a half hour to take down to his place. We walk over to GYN, and look for an empty test room. Dad asks Patty, one of the nurses,"Good Morning Pat, my girl here want to get a pelvic, could you help ?"“ Of path Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help out, Kara, and even obligate your manus if you want me to."I know Patty pretty well, she's a orderly miss.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on birthing control."“ Does that entail you have a special boy, already picked out, and you're going to take that big jump right 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 gown, I shook my head no."Why hassle,"I laughed,"I may as well not be wearing it, right ?"and we laugh again, as she says,"You have a dear point there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the high gear exam board. cake took my rakehell pressure sensation, and stuff like that.

A few minutes later, Dad came in."Are you decent ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me dada !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder joint, and touching my breast, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for lumps, he asks,"Have you been doing your regular chest exams, dearest"?"No lumps or sensitive spots, no discharge from the nipples ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a nice girlfriend, Daddy."Patty giggles.

He feels both my tit very carefully, including my teat, proclaims,"No problems here !"“ Let's lay back, dear"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my tummy, couple of property, and then listens to my centre. He always presses that stethoscope thingy on my cutis so gently ! He looks over at Pat,"She feels sorta dumpy Pat, what should we do with her ?"“ I think she needs a circumcision physician !"Pat replies with a straight facial expression. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my cock off, retentive time 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 seconds, before my branch were high in the air, and wide apart."I'd fate rather be out there playing soccer,"I mutter. papa looks up from the chart."Just retrieve, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my little vocalisation, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could have a class of youthful interns, in here to note your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to assume a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her head."You're fearful, Kara."

END OF component ONE

Next, Kara gets a pragmatic education in sexuality .