Message-ID: <3251eli$9708231825@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 12-13 of 59 (ff/mf/Ff/Mf/inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708230034.SAA08228@shaman.lycaeum.org> alt.stories.erotic Lauren Gisal Volume Two The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then delete this file. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Please do not request reposts of this material. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Chapter 12 The following day, Lauren got up early. There was no particular reason why she had to do so, but it seemed that the day was going to be wonderful, and she wanted to let everyone know that she was happy to be alive. The girls shopped in the morning, driving into Boquette to be ready for when the supermarket opened at ten thirty. Elizabeth had called the previous night and told her about the situation in the north. The news stories on the television had made things seem worse than they were, but Elizabeth was certainly concerned enough to activate what she called 'their contingency plan.' They had chatted about the paintwork on the house, and whether there was a letter from a local decorator waiting with an estimate. Lauren told Elizabeth about the visit to the doctors, and breathed a sigh of relief when Elizabeth failed to ask any questions regarding the treatment. Only later did she wonder why she had changed the subject. She knew full well that her own mother would have wanted to know every last detail. Lauren mentioned Quintero, or the lack thereof, plus two visits from a local gardener who was looking for work. Elizabeth suggested that they have him tidy the bushes around the pool to see how well he worked. Lauren found the credit card where Elizabeth had said it would be, along with a list of phone numbers that she put in her purse. At the supermarket, the girls took a trolley each and loaded up with cans and other non-perishable food that could be kept for months on end. The shop itself was poorly lit, badly stocked and seemed to have no order at all. Toilet cleaner was next to the dried goods, just after bananas and coffee. The woman at the checkout knew exactly what was happening, and tut-tutted all the time in indignation as people queued behind with their own meager supplies. As they left, her voice rose and her language grew angrier as she explained to those waiting her feelings for those sort of people. Lauren didn't understand a word, but understood everything from the body language. She felt sorry for the woman, but felt sure that she too would be doing the same later on, it was just that Lauren and Emma had got there earlier than anyone else. They made a tour of the area, taking the best part of the morning, loading the big four wheel drive car to the limit. A number of people noticed their load and shook their heads in dismay. Finally, they turned into the driveway and spent almost an hour unloading and packing the food into the house. The spare bedroom looked like a warehouse. But they both felt it was justified as they settled down with their lunch in the lounge to watch the local news. Further reports of beatings in the north were accompanied by actual film of government soldiers hitting people repeatedly with huge batons, clearly unaware that they were on camera. As they turned and realised their mistake, the camera shook violently as the cameraman obviously made a hasty retreat. The government had also decided to maintain the present tax rate which was heavily biased in favour of those in the top earnings bracket, although the Nationalists had responded by laying out the total income of the government, and questioning where it had been spent. They had managed to show an allocation of about twenty- three percent of all taxes, the rest just seemed to disappear. Slightly to the south of the beatings, farm workers were striking, refusing to work on the orange and coffee crops until they were paid their claim for back wages. Lauren needed a siesta after her early morning work and the heavy lunch. She snoozed until just after three o'clock then changed into her bikini and headed for the pool. Jamie was nowhere to be seen, but Emma had already staked her claim to one of the reclining chairs and was reading, lying on her stomach, topless. Lauren decided that it was time that she stopped being quite such a European prude, and also laid on her stomach. She reached round and undid the bra strap, feeling the tension lift even though the material remained underneath her. She looked away from Emma and closed her eyes, thinking about the television news and the election only five days away. Regardless of the outcome, Elizabeth said that the losers were going to blame the others for cheating and intimidation, and that preparations were being readied on both sides for the showdown that would surely come. She turned over and laid on her back. Conscious that she was topless, she thought briefly about dressing properly once again. She glanced across to Emma and noted that she was still on her stomach. She rubbed her nipples quickly against the palm of her hand and sank back against the seat, her eyes screwed up against the brilliance of the sun. Her hand disappeared beneath the recliner and sought the suntan lotion. She applied a little to her breasts and stomach, taking care to cover her shoulders with the thick white cream. Satisfied, she relaxed again, feeling the warmth pervading through her body. The TV news had also mentioned shortages of sugar, which seemed inconceivable to Lauren, when there were so many sugar plantations around the country. She supposed that it was more likely a result of the strike by drivers, packers and distribution workers that had caused a shortage of such a basic commodity. But she didn't care. They had bought almost sixty kilos that morning, so there wasn't a problem in their house. Strange to have to buy all that, she thought, when only Jamie takes sugar. "Hey, at last! Now you'll get really tanned!" said Emma, glancing over at her then back to her book. Lauren smiled, wondering why she had made so much fuss about taking her top off in the seclusion of the garden. She picked up the suntan oil and spread some more over her breasts, carefully massaging it around her nipples. The excess was spread over her stomach, and she rubbed off the remainder on her thighs. She peeked under the bikini bottom, pleased to see that there was a very definite difference between her tanned stomach and the whiteness below. She closed her eyes, remembering that she should limit herself to about ten minutes. "Any news from your friend, Nikki?" asked Emma. She had turned away from Lauren and had to repeat herself. "No, I might call her later today, or maybe early tomorrow morning." "Couldn't she borrow some money to get over here?" "Not really. She doesn't have a job and her father wouldn't lend her the money just to come and see me." said Lauren, realising that was pretty close to the truth. She would dearly like to see her so that they could go exploring together, and there was so much room at the house. "I know you miss her. I would too. She sounds great!" "Hmm" said Lauren. Emma was right, she really did miss her. There's no substitute for someone of your own age and background to talk with. "Hmm, I do." "I'm going to get a drink. Want one?" asked Emma still not looking at her. "No, I'm fine, thanks" Lauren watched as Emma stood and padded slowly across the hot stone patio. Her youth was apparent in the outline of her form and the poorly delineated shape of her bottom and legs. Lauren knew that within a few years she would fill out, her hips growing over the months ahead. Emma disappeared into the house, the closing of the door bringing Lauren out of her reverie. The patio area was warm, secluded and peaceful beyond measure. A wonderful place to doze, or read, or simply do nothing. She wondered what Nikki was doing. Talking to someone, she thought. Maybe partying in town, or going out with a new boyfriend. At least she could speak her language and was free to do whatever she wanted. Lauren realised that she had just as much freedom, and had been lucky to join a family where the children didn't need constant entertainment, or changing and feeding. Twenty-five minutes later Emma returned and only then did Lauren realise that she had been away a long time. She heard the sound of ice clinking in her glass. "Oh Lauren, you're beautiful!" she said in amazement. "God, I hope my boobs grow to look like yours, they're so beautiful!" Lauren was flattered beyond measure, but had no clue whatsoever about how to respond. Finally, after looking down as though she had never really seen them before, she smiled back. "Thanks, you'll have a beautiful figure as well, believe me." She waited a little, then looked again at Emma. "Is everything OK?" "Sure, why?" "Oh, you seemed to take so long getting your drink, that's all. Just wondered if your rash had been hurting you again?" "No, I'm fine. I just made some phone calls, to friends. I want to see one of them soon, if you can drive me there. It's only just down the road." "Course" Emma sat down, but didn't lean back. She stared at Lauren, obviously with something on her mind. "Lauren?" "Mmm?" She recognized the tone of her voice and the impending bombshell. She wondered if she had been like this at thirteen. Then she realised that she and Nikki had met at that age and had discussed everything about anything. And she had met Jim. Six years ago. Her first and only boyfriend. "Lauren, are you listening?" "Sure sweety, what's up?" "Lauren, I was thinking last night. I want to, you know, do it." "Do what?" "It. Sex. I want to do it. Like the others at school. Like I said. But I want to do it with Jamie" "Emma, don't be crazy. I told you before. The right person will come along and you'll be so pleased you waited. And anyway, it's illegal. He's your brother. In fact it's doubly illegal, you're under- age" "Lauren. I want to. Then I'll know what it's like and I won't have to smile at the others and pretend I know what they mean!" Her lower lip trembled slightly as she gazed at the dark stone patio. "No! Absolutely no!" Lauren shouted. "Your parents would throw you out, I bet. And I'd get sent home. Walking." "Jamie doesn't mind." "I've talked to him." replied Lauren. "I know. But he doesn't mind." Lauren terminated the conversation at that point. Furious that her control was slipping once again, she returned indoors and sat on her bed. She was convinced that the girl needed something to do, a distraction. She cursed herself for being unable to remember what she did to amuse herself at age thirteen. Andelburg was hardly the center of the universe as far as amusement was concerned but she certainly occupied herself as far as she could remember. Visions slowly drifted back of summer holidays, endless sunshine, Nikki and her brother in the local pool. The memories of their afternoon experimentation made her head swim as episodes flooded back. She shook her head, almost convincing herself that their curiosity had been different, acceptable. She also debated in her mind what she would do if she did catch them together making love. As though she had just discovered a miracle cure, she bounded off the bed and flung open her cupboard. Unzipping the bag, she rummaged through until she found what she wanted; twelve condoms that Nikki had convinced her to pack. She breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least I may stop her getting pregnant, but she couldn't be with her and patrol the house twenty- four hours a day. And then she realised that she had walked through the house with only her bikini bottom on. Her breasts swung very slightly, still pale, still her pride and joy. She recalled Emma's comments and smiled at her innocent compliment. She strode out onto the patio again, still angry until she looked down at the little girl, her blossoming breasts, small dark nipples and tiny white bikini briefs, a picture fit for any man's magazine. "Let's finish the shopping. We need some more batteries and other bits from the hardware store." The store was twenty minutes away, the other side of Boquette. They drove in silence, each girl glancing alternately at the other. They both wore T-shirts and skirts but no shoes, walking gingerly across the gravel in front of the hardware shop. Its distressed wooden exterior, peeling paint and cracked windows offered a sense of ironic abandonment. A little bell rang above them as they pushed against the heavy door and an old man, probably the owner, emerged from behind the stacked sheets of wood. "Afternoon!" said Lauren. He stared at her, not recognising the language. They made their way to the back and Lauren searched through the batteries. Emma nudged her, but she concentrated on the batteries, almost sure that double A size were the same as penlight. Emma nudged her again. She looked up and followed her gaze. There was a man, maybe slightly older than Lauren, looking through the cans of paint. He wore shorts and a T-Shirt which was filthy. Emma smiled, her teeth dazzling. Lauren moved slowly round so that if the young man turned he would see her legs. And her cute bottom. And her breasts in profile. Emma giggled and he looked up. She laughed and Lauren frowned, pretending to be annoyed at such a childish display. Her heart thumped as he walked their way. "Can I help you?" he asked. "No, we're just looking for batteries. But we've found what we needed, thanks." said Lauren, looking down at his feet. "No we haven't. You don't know which ones you need. It could be these or the ones that say size double A." said Emma in one breath. "These will do. Anything else?" Lauren's eyes had just taken in the details of his knees and shorts and managed to skip to his eyes before he became suspicious. "No, that's very kind of you. Thanks." She looked at his tanned face. It was strong, almost noble, and dirty. He looked like he had a pound of sawdust in his hair and there were great rings of white round his eyes. "Just been spray-painting my grandma's shed." he said, answering her unspoken question. "Too hot now to do much more. I'm Felix. I'd shake you hand but you'd get really dirty." "I'm Lauren, and this is Emma. We live just out......" "I know where you live. My father knows Emma's parents. Not sure how but they've mentioned them before" "Gosh. Well, have lunch with us one day. It's very quiet at the moment. Tomorrow!" said Emma. "Emma, give him a chance!" "That's fine. I'd really like that." He looked at them both carefully, his gaze resting on Lauren. "I'll call you and confirm tomorrow morning, OK?" He returned to the paint display. Lauren and Emma went back to the car, forgetting to buy anything at all. The giggled and chatted like conspirators on the way home, even sharing the news with Jamie who was skulking around the fridge as they entered the house. "Yeah, I know Felix. I met him in town once with Dad. Had a local girlfriend, but he's not from round here. I mean he wasn't born in San Falino, although he's been here for a while. Longer than us." Chapter 13 Lauren let all the information sink in and floated to her room. She couldn't remember what he looked like, except that he needed a wash. She wondered what she would wear for tomorrow's lunch. Searching through her cupboards made her miserable - she had either T-shirts and her bikini, or jeans and sweaters. Nothing much in between. She thought for a moment and decided that she might drag Emma down to the clothes shop again and buy a couple of things. She glanced across the corridor into Emma's room but she wasn't in there. As she made her way past the lounge she stopped, frozen to the spot. Emma was kneeling on the sofa with her back to Lauren. Naked from the waist down. Jamie was sitting underneath her with his semi-stiff cock in his hand poking out from his trunks. Emma slowly sank down as Jamie positioned himself to enter her. "No! I forbid it!" Lauren had no idea she could shout so loudly. Emma jumped, turning in fright as Jamie looked round her body, still holding his cock. Lauren raced over to them and took hold of Emma's arms. "Get off him! This instant!" shouted Lauren again, anger turning her face red. But Emma held on. "No, I want to!" she sneered, that same look on her face as the first day. "If I don't do it now I'll do it some other time!" she said defiantly." Emma turned back to her brother, noted his agreement and turned again. "Just help me, and then I'll forget about it." she pleaded, tears in her eyes. "Emma, this is bad. It's wrong." shouted Lauren, noting Jamie's cock stiffening as she tried to pull Emma off her brother. "Oh come on, just help!" said Jamie, as though it was a daily chore. "Make sure she doesn't hurt herself and that'll be it" said Jamie, gripping his sister's waist, holding her in place above his groin. "Look, you two, while your parents are away, you'll damn well do what I say." Her voice echoed around the room. She knew she had turned red as she bent down to retrieve their discarded clothes. "Emma, put your knickers on now! And you, put your fat cock back in your trousers! This instant!" she bellowed. Jamie Took hold of his cock, and stroked it. Lauren stood mesmerised while Emma gripped his thighs, still poised above him. "Either we do it now, with your help, or some other time" said Jamie shrugging his shoulders. Lauren looked at them both, the pained expression in Emma's eyes and the casual look on Jamie's face. She exhaled slowly, shaking visibly from anger. The boys cock was rock hard, bulging up from between his legs. Not particularly big but certainly enough for his young sister. Lauren thought of Jim. She closed her eyes and realised that she was defeated. Beaten by the children's determination, beaten by her lack of control and totally overcome by the thought of seeing his cock inside her beautiful body, although she tried desperately to push that last feeling out of her head. She slumped onto the sofa, turning to face them both. In her anger she was unaware of her summer skirt riding up her thighs and the view Jamie had of her skimpy knickers. She looked over his thigh; the boy's cock bobbing rudely out from the top of his swimming trunks while he held his balls. His sister kneeling above him, hand on his shoulder for support, little white skirt discarded by his side and her knickers nowhere to be seen. Her hairless pussy showed obvious signs of arousal, the labia parted gloriously to reveal the young, pink folds of her inner lips and the entrance to her unwanted virginity. Her thighs were firm, tendons delineating their form up to the smooth, prominent pubic mound and the softness of her pubescent sex. Recent memories of the ointment slid back into her mind, the smell of the gloves, the tightness of her Emma's vagina and the orgasm that had exploded within her own body as she sought sanctuary inside her bathroom afterwards. "Emma, you're only thirteen for God's sake! There's no reason to have sex with anyone at your age!" Lauren looked down again between her smooth legs, then at his cock, mentally measuring the distance between them, how she would just lean further over him and sink down on his shaft. Lauren shifted on the sofa. "Now, or later?" asked Jamie defiantly. His rudeness shocked her not for the words but for the inference that she was merely a part of the household, not their guardian. "Wait, don't do anything 'till I return" she said, storming out of the room towards her own bedroom. She grabbed her flannel and pulled out the pack of condoms. Walking back slowly into the lounge, she pulled one out and crossly pushed Emma over so that she sat on the sofa. Lauren knelt down in front of them both, noting that Jamie's cock lay quietly on his thigh. "Look! You have to use this. It's a condom." Maybe, she thought, that by boring them with a sex lesson they'll not actually go through with it. That thought lasted less than two seconds as his pole twitched back into life. "I know that!" said Jamie "Emma, did you?" The little girl shook her head as she stared at the packet. "Right, this is where your lesson begins then," her voice still loud enough to teach the locals as well. "It's lubricated so that his cock will enter more easily. It'll also protect you both against any germs and pregnancy. Plus you both need to know how to use them anyway." She handed the foil wrapper to Jamie and he tore it, taking out the condom and turning it over as he studied it. He gave it to Emma who did the same. "Unwrap it and pull it down over your cock when you're stiff. It only goes one way so if you get it wrong then turn it over." said Lauren, watching the expressions on their faces. Emma was obviously fascinated by the condom. "I thought it needs to be straight and really hard?" said Emma. "Right. So let's try another day when it might work!" said Lauren, scarcely concealing her optimism as she reached out to take back the condom. "Hold it here, and move your hand up and down!" said Jamie, taking Emma's hand and showing her how to put her hand around his shaft. Emma looked down and did as she was told. He became erect quickly, letting her continue as he leaned back against the sofa and felt her warm hand rubbing him slowly, just as he had asked. Lauren looked on with an air of resignation and detachment, as though this was their show and she was only part of the audience. She sat on the floor by his knees with her hand resting on his leg and watched. Emma changed hands and spread her legs a little, the outline of her pussy lips showing between her tanned legs, and the delicate inner lips just peeking through. Lauren glanced at her crinkled little anus, so pink, so clean. "It feels so soft and smooth. Look at the way the skin moves and the inside stays still. That's clever!" said Emma, delighted with the afternoon's lesson. She experimented a little, with long strokes and quick short ones, watching her brother's face to see which affected him the most. Lauren dreamed. The thought of watching the beautiful girl lose her virginity to her brother made her warm. She curled her legs underneath her and pushed her right hand between her thighs, out of sight of the two performers. She continued to frown disapprovingly, moving nearer as she knelt and leaned on the sofa which afforded a clear view of Emma's swollen pussy and her brother's cock between her hands. "Try moving the top little bit of the skin very slightly." suggested Lauren. "Be gentle, up and down, gently. That's it." Lauren smiled as she watched the girl's first experiment, remembering the caution and excitement of her own first touches and the slippery feel to the shaft. "Now run your finger around the bulb at the top." said Lauren, pushing his legs apart and getting closer. She was determined that she wouldn't touch either of them, but would advise them, as Jamie had suggested, to minimise the pain if they were really determined to go ahead. Plus of course she had thought of the condoms. That was the sort of idea which one would expect from any sensible au pair. "That should be enough" said Lauren. "Now Emma, unroll the condom over his cock all the way. Try and make sure there's no air in the little bubble at the end. That catches all the cum." "The what?" "When he comes, all the liquid gets caught there. You'll see." Emma flipped the condom over and unrolled it with both hands over his stiff cock. His cock jerked with her movements, swelling even more as her tiny fingers worked their way to the base, the veins bulging along the length and against the fine membrane of protection. Lauren thought that he wasn't as big as Jim but probably the same size as her brother. Instantly, a sense of deja vu hit her and thumped around in her head, shouting at her, reminding her that this was exactly what she had done all those years ago. Even though she liked to think that Jim had been her first love, he had not been her first lover. This had been her, six years ago. One summer afternoon after they had watched a film with Nikki - it had seemed so right and wonderful then. She was convinced that she had done it because she loved him, a conviction that faded as she remembered Jim and their first weeks and months together. That had been love. Head over heels love of the first order. Debate raged in her head as to the state of her morals, the vote never taken. Emma moved to swing over her brother. "Wait a little. Emma, are you ready. Are you wet down there?" Emma felt herself. "I think so." she replied, showing Lauren her glistening fingers. Lauren looked at his cock and saw the lubrication on the sheath. "OK, now lower yourself slowly. You go as slow as you want. That's it. Down a little. Now can you feel it poking against your pussy lips?" "Mmm." she replied, holding the back of the sofa behind Jamie. "Does it feel in the right place?" "No, not really!" Emma squirmed a little to try and position herself better. "Wait, let me help!" said Lauren, looking up at her pussy from between Jamie's legs. She took hold of his cock in her left hand and felt along the sweet little lips of her pussy with the other. The foreskin of his cock had been pulled right down, trapped by the thin membrane of the condom. Emma shuddered as Lauren explored, her breathing ragged as her legs shook and her mind soaked up the touch of the older girl. Emma looked down between her legs, and was rewarded with the sight of Lauren spreading her delicate little lips with her fingers as she pushed the tip of his cock towards her opening. "OK, down again, really slowly" Emma gasped out loud as he penetrated the tiny folds of her sex. "Oh, that's beautiful. Oh God, thank you, thank you" said Emma as she allowed the first inch inside her. Jamie moaned to himself as he held her waist and watched himself disappearing inside his beautiful sister. Lauren was almost sure that he wasn't really attracted to her sexually, especially as he had had to be assisted to become erect. She was sure he wasn't gay, but found it strange. Jim would have come just posting a letter to this little beauty. Another inch disappeared. He said he even had erections as he dialed her phone number. Lauren's heart fluttered. She realised that with every additional inch that disappeared, so too did her authority in the house. "OK, take your time." She let go of his cock and the pink lips of his target, sitting back down on her heels as she looked up at their performance. His glistening cock stood straight, hard and purple as Emma slowly lowered herself onto her brother. Lauren saw her pussy lips curling around his cock, holding on for dear life as the tiny tunnel welcomed it's first important visitor. Emma drew in a deep breath as her pussy pulsed and her anus pouted in celebration and awe at the new feelings. "Has he come to a stop?" "Mmm, I think so" said Emma. "That's your hymen. I'm sure you know the rest." "Lauren, I want to do it. Really. Please sit next to us and watch. Please?" Lauren crawled onto the sofa and sat next to Jamie. She could see her pussy lips, wildly inflated, aroused with the folds of skin blooming out. They moved slightly as she took him deeper. Her clitoris was exposed, the most perfect pink bud glimmering in the afternoon light, waiting to be sucked and licked by the luckiest boy in the world. "Try going up and then down again. It'll help" said Lauren, leaning down to pick up the flannel. Emma obeyed her orders, rising up a couple of inches and then dropping down again. After several attempts, she squealed loudly, a look of shock and surprise on her face. The beginnings of a smile faded slowly until pain showed in her grimace. Her nails dug into the sofa as her head bowed and her movement stopped. "Oh, God, Lori, it hurts so much! It stings!" she whispered, tears forming. She shook slightly, gripping his ribs tightly with her legs as she sat across him. "I'm on fire! Is it too big?" she asked, slumping against her brother as she moved very slowly, desperately trying to find a less painful position without losing him from inside. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. Lauren slid to the floor and massaged her lower back in a vain attempt to lessen her suffering. Emma's T-Shirt covered their union, although Lauren could see from the floor her little buttocks and the dark shadow of his cock, the latex ring of the condom just above his balls. Motionless once again, Emma cried loudly. Jamie held her, patting her back to console her, his actions reflecting his embarrassment and inability to say or do anything to lessen her obvious pain. The sobbing slowly subsided until Emma leaned back up, wiping her nose and eyes with the back of her hand as she again gingerly moved her bottom, measuring the pain that accompanied her transition to womanhood. She nodded to nobody in particular, moving up a couple of inches as she looked down beneath her T- Shirt, sniffing and wiping in a childlike manner. Then she laughed and put her arms around her brother's neck. Lauren joined them both once again on the sofa. "Thank you. Oh, I'm so happy!" She leaned across to Lauren and kissed her full on the lips. Lauren caught her waist and kissed her quickly, lightly, catching the little girl's upper lip between her own. She felt like a child again, her heart thudding against her chest as the intoxication of their embrace flooded her body. The kiss! Light, warm, lips so smooth and small. Parted lips that invited. Lauren stared at the little girl, her young mouth, the brilliant white teeth and the warmth of her tongue all ready for exploration. Lauren entered a dream state where she dwelt all too often, unaware that Emma lowered herself with more confidence once again, finally taking all of him inside her hot tunnel. A groan of pleasure from brother and sister brought her back to planet earth. "Come up slowly and let him out for a while." said Lauren. As his cock emerged, traces of blood were apparent, mingled with the thickness of their lubrication.. She moved Emma high above him and wiped the latex sheath. She turned and saw the wonderful sight of her pussy and the tell-tale signs of her elevation from childhood. Holding her waist with one hand she dabbed around her pussy lips until no more blood spotted the flannel. There had been very little to worry about. "OK, that's great. Now you should get dressed, both of you." "But what about the liquid? I haven't seen that!" moaned Emma. "Lauren, just wait." said Jamie, holding Emma's waist and pulling her down again. This time he found the entrance easily. Neither Emma nor Lauren offered any resistance as she sank again slowly all the way. "Move up and down, slowly, on my cock. Feel it driving inside your pussy. Does it feel nice?" "Oh yes! I've got that nice feeling starting again in my tummy." said Emma, closing her eyes as her hair draped over her face. Lauren watched in fascination as her pussy accommodated her brother with a strong, steady rhythm which even included a slight writhing motion of her hips. She was astounded by the rate at which she learned, and by the obvious express train of an orgasm that was building inside her. Lauren watched entranced at the quickening entry and withdrawal of the boy's cock into the hairless pussy. The view she had was crystal clear, and she marveled at the white sheen that had built up around the base of his cock, evident each time Emma rose to the top of her stroke. She imagined how it must feel for Emma to be spearing herself so forcefully down on him, how the walls of her vagina must be stretched abnormally to accommodate the intrusion, and the rippling that she would be experiencing as his length traveled deep inside, striking towards her womb as it passed the ruined hymen of her childhood. "Lori. It's on it's way. Oh God, it's so strange........It won't stop! Oh Lori, help!" she cried, never missing a stroke, still grinding up and down, round and around on his cock. Emma shuddered above him, her breathing irregular and laboured as her face showed her anticipation and acceptance of what was surely going to happen. She whimpered again, looking down at his cock between her legs as she plunged hard against his groin before throwing her head back, her hair tossed in a golden arch over her shoulders as she held on for dear life. Suddenly, she flew forward, shuddering as she gripped the sofa tightly, her head by his shoulder and her pussy rammed as hard as possible against his cock. She whimpered for almost a minute while Jamie held her tightly around the waist and Lauren could only look on in wonder. Slowly she relaxed and Lauren stroked her hair, then pushed her hand up her back underneath her T-Shirt, caressing her and reassuring her that everything was allright. Lauren lifted her gently off him and let her lay down on the sofa. She quickly checked to make sure that she wasn't bleeding and then sat down next to Jamie who smiled at her, then at his sister. His cock was still rock hard, and he hadn't come. Emma was exhausted but smiled happily to herself as she watched his cock bobbing. "Why is there no liquid?" asked Emma. "I need some more help, then it'll come out. It feels just like you did just then." replied Jamie. "Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do. But this is just educational, OK. Like a biology lesson." said Lauren convincing nobody. "Now, take the condom off." Emma drew closer to him, leaned over and pulled the condom off his cock before looking down at Lauren for the next step. "OK, give it to me. Right, now just hold his cock and move your hand up and down, nice and slowly." She took him in her right hand and grinned as she started to move her hand slowly up and down, feeling the stiffness return to him. The skin had peeled all the way back and his knob stood proudly up in the air as Emma moved her hand rhythmically. His head flopped back against the back of the sofa as his eyes closed, feint groans emanating from deep within his chest as his breathing became louder. Lauren arranged Emma's fingers on his cock so that she had a thumb on one side and four fingers on the other. "Right, now hold his balls here, just gently, with this hand" Emma gently moved her free hand around his balls, scratching slightly as she explored below his cock and ventured towards his hole. She could see the look of pure pleasure on his face as she took hold of his balls and gently squeezed. His cock hardened and bulged with sheer power within her hand, the warmth and softness of a man pleasing her immensely. "Ohh!" she giggled. "It's alive!" "Lay your head on his chest and watch. You'll see it come out!" said Lauren. Emma lay down, her face only inches from the end of his cock. She was clearly tired but fascinated by what was happening. He opened his legs wider, spreading them so that Lauren could see down past his cock to the hair around his bottom. "OK, now take him in both hands and move slowly up and down, getting gradually faster." Emma responded well, and Lauren let her continue for several minutes. "Now change slightly. Let go with this hand and play with the top with the other. Yeah, oh that looks so good." Emma held him lightly with one hand while running her finger around the top of his cock with the other. The change of pressure and style sent him wild. "Lovely, now take the top skin between your thumb and index finger and move it up and down. No, slowly. Gently. That's good. She teased him a little while they watched his cock strengthen and swell until it seemed fit to burst. Then she moved the foreskin up and down a little further, slowly and gently, until it rolled back on it's own. Jamie was rapidly moving from a state of ecstasy to annoyance, and Lauren sensed his growing demand for release. Lauren nodded encouragement to Emma, who changed rhythm with her right hand, moving around the top of his cock, lightly stroking the length, and then taking her hand and squeezing him hard before moving up and down once again. "Oh yes, oh, I'm going to come!" he said, his eyes closed and his hands holding the sofa behind him. "Emma, some of this might hit you but don't worry. It'll wipe off!" said Lauren as Emma's hand flashed up and down. He jerked up, his bottom rising off the sofa, almost throwing Emma off his stomach. Then with a loud groan, he shot a stream of come into the air, way over Emma's head. A second spurt did hit her, on the cheek and over the back of her neck. And then, regular, smaller spurts filled his navel and became matted in his pubic hair. Emma looked on in amazement, slowing her movements, feeling him jerk as his cock became super-sensitive. Lauren watched in surprise as Emma traced her fingers around his navel, playing with the cum and rubbing it between her fingers. "Oh, wow. That's amazing. It's so beautiful. Would all that have been in me?" she asked, looking at Lauren over his dying cock. "Hmm. Then it would dribble out later." She wondered what other questions were coming and looked up. Emma looked shocked, speechless to the point of being horror- struck. "Car. They're home. Oh shit!" shouted Emma, falling off the sofa. Lauren felt her insides turn over. She was dead. That was for sure. Prison. She span round and saw the outline of someone approaching the door. She felt her sphincter tighten. Jamie stood and ran for his bedroom. "Stand up! Stand up!" she hissed to Emma through gritted teeth. Thankfully Emma's T-Shirt covered her down to mid thigh. Even so, a pair of knickers would have helped. Lauren stood as well, kicking the flannel under the sofa. Lauren lifted her skirt and stuffed the condom down her knickers. 'God', she thought, 'I'm so wet down there. Who cares. I've lost my job anyway.' Her heart rate was in the danger zone. She glanced at Emma. "Shit!" she cried, rubbing Jamie's cum out of her hair and off her cheek. "Hi there everyone! Just time to change and say hello!" said Elizabeth, pulling her key from the lock. "Gustav is just getting the cases. How's things? OK?" she said, walking towards Emma. Lauren smiled and turned away, just in case she lashed out immediately. "Mummy, look what we've been doing!" said Emma gleefully. Lauren mentally ducked from the onslaught that was sure to follow. "See, I've been playing this new Chopin piece. It's so lovely". Lauren looked over the sofa and watched as Emma led her mother to the piano. Then she noticed the streak of white cum that dribbled down the cushion of the sofa. Jamie's first shot. She sat down quickly, resting her arm over it, and gently wiped over the area. It was sticky, and matted the soft down of her arms. She looked around for more but was relieved to see that it seemed to be the only trace of their earlier educational supplement. Lauren slipped out of the lounge and into her room at the first possible instance, fled into her bathroom and wrapped the condom in toilet paper before flushing it away. Music filled the air, and she thought about the little girl now sitting at the piano, naked under her T-Shirt, playing perfectly innocently to her mother. Lauren returned to the lounge, glanced in and then offered assistance to Gustav who was struggling with their cases. "Oh, the Brazilian Ambassador has invited us to Venezuela for the weekend, in about a month's time. Can you come with us to look after Emma? Jamie hasn't been invited for some reason. He'll get another chance. " "Oh that would be wonderful. Of course." "All paid. He's even booked a suite for you two girls. I think he's on the board of directors or something." Lauren was thrilled. She hadn't really expected to have to travel with the family. She threw her weight behind the suitcases to such an extent that Gustav decided to take them away from her before she did some damage to herself. "Any mail for us?" asked Gustav. "Yeah, it's stacked up in the kitchen for you" "Great, thanks. Shitty weather, so hot. And the air conditioning was out again at the airport." He dumped the suitcases just inside and shut the door, paused briefly to listen to his daughter's piano playing, then headed for the kitchen. "Lauren, want a beer?" "Mmm, only if you're going to have one!" she shouted back. Elizabeth and Gustav ended up staying overnight. After Jamie and Emma had gone to bed at about 11 o'clock, Lauren stayed up chatting for almost two hours. She spent the first ten minutes glancing at every square inch of the sofa for rogue traces of Jamie's explosion, but thankfully found no more. Either that, or Gustav and Elizabeth were sitting on it. She would find out later, no doubt. Elizabeth was in fine form, complaining about the Nationalists and all governments for that matter. Even the Swiss came in for punishment. She also mentioned that three of the key opposition party members - agitators in the eyes of the government - had disappeared over the last few days. She seemed particularly concerned about their fate and stared at the floor constantly as though it was her responsibility to locate them. Lauren bid them good night at about one o'clock in the morning, pleased that she had taken the opportunity to talk to them and get to know them better. She had even discovered that Emma had phoned her mother on two occasions to say how much fun she had had with her, something, Elizabeth said, she had never done before. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /