Message-ID: <3767eli$9709051121@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 2 Chapter 37-39 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: <199709050115.TAA14552@shaman.lycaeum.org> 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 37 The following morning was busy for Lauren in comparison to others. She got up just before 8 o'clock, slipped naked from her bed and showered. She moved the growing pile of clothes from the doorway of the bathroom and added them to the two pairs of knickers she had discovered that previous night. Lauren ran her hand over the sofa, brining it to her nose to check whether any evidence remained of their activities. To her disappointment, there was none. A quick rummage through her clothes produced a clean T-Shirt and a pair of knickers. Bras were too warm anyway and socks were unnecessary. She waltzed down to the kitchen, humming to herself as she made coffee. Lauren recalled the news reports of the night before and was dismayed. She felt sure they would have to leave the house and trudge south to safety. Emma had mentioned that the servants, who seemed to hear the news at least 24 hours before it was broadcast, had said they had already started packing essential items, ready for an emergency. Lauren knew such a move was wise, but found it difficult to summon the energy. She knew that being a foreign national might cause complications initially, but a three Swiss passports would protect them once they became known to people in authority. Elizabeth telephoned just as the coffee had percolated, saying that she and Gustav were in Geneva, in discussions. She wouldn't say any more, but asked twice whether the children were well. Lauren relayed what she felt Elizabeth wanted to hear, sipping her coffee in between sentences. Slumped in the chair, she put her feet on another and lazily reached behind for a pack of biscuits. "Yes, I think we're OK for money. I've used your credit card - the blue and white one - for shopping and petrol. Oh yes, the car needed fixing - air conditioning." She munched again, her attention drifting from the conversation to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. "No sign of Quintero - I call him at least once a day. Emma thinks he's working for the Nationalists some days then the Government on others." Jamie drifted into view, barefoot. In fact, as far as Lauren could tell, naked except for a T-Shirt that stopped about mid- thigh. Her gaze fixed between his legs, following his buttocks as he took a cup, poured coffee and added cream from the fridge. "Not much news other than that" said Lauren, her legs dropping to the floor as Jamie sat at the table, facing at right-angles to her. "Jamie's here now, I'll hand you over. Yeah, bye now" She watched his face as he talked to his mother. He smiled, clearly pleased to speak to her. Lauren unknowingly stared, lost in her own thoughts as she watched his features and expressions as the conversation wandered. She thought of her own mother and the rubbish they normally spoke about when she called. Unconsciously, she pulled her right leg up onto her left. She was unaware that Jamie stole a glance between her legs at that moment, and again when she reached back over her head and stretched noisily. She did notice however when he turned slightly towards her, parting his legs while still speaking on the phone. Her stomach lurched as she watched, her eyes opening wide in expectation of his cock. She got up and tipped the remainder of her coffee into the sink, returning to the table with a cloth and wiping the surface. She confirmed the situation, his cock heavy, hanging between his legs but not erect. He eventually rang off, displaying his swollen state as he walked out of the kitchen back to his bedroom. No sooner had he left than then phone rang again. A Spanish- sounding voice had Lauren baffled, and she called Jamie back to translate. "One of the cleaners, kid's ill. She won't be in today." "Oh dear. That's a shame, what's wrong?" "I'm not sure, something ached I think" he shrugging. Lauren was suprised by his dismissal of the subject. "Well, shouldn't we help?" "Why?" "I don't know, they're our neighbours, right?" argued Lauren. "In a way, but they're servants, cleaners. They can go to the doctors if they want." "Who's going to the doctor?" asked Emma, wandering in a bikini, ready for the pool. Lauren watched Jamie's eyes as they toured his sister's body, resting on the thin patch of material between her legs. "The cleaner, the tall, young one. Her child's ill. She ought to take her to the doctor." "No way. These people don't go to the doctor. They can't afford it and the chances of the Welfare State refunding their money is zero. That's what Quintero said." said Emma, slouching down on a chair. "Well, we should help. Poor woman must be out of her mind with fright." "We don't do that sort of thing here!" protested Jamie. "Well, we do now. Good God, we can spare a few dollars for a consultation. In fact, I'll pay for it! Emma, please call her and tell her we'll take him to the doctor this morning if she wants." Emma looked at Lauren in astonishment, raising her eyebrows in resignation once she realised that Lauren was serious. She dialed the number and spoke quickly, nodding as she stared out the window towards the town. Lauren realised that she was repeatedly telling the woman that it wasn't necessary to keep thanking her as she tried to ring off. "Whew! She says the girl is almost limp and crying continually. Let's go then!" squealed Emma, caught up in the excitement of their deed. Jamie frowned as the two girls slammed the front door and sped off down the driveway. Lauren drove carefully, making sure the air conditioning in the car was working at full, cooling the interior to make it as comfortable as possible for their passengers. Emma pointed the way around the back of their own house, down smaller roads that became white, dusty tracks, pot-holed and uneven where the surface had been washed away. Chickens occasionally pecked at the roadside and thin cattle meandered on the open ground beside the road. Habitation sprang up gradually, the small, poorly roofed houses nestling together as if cowering from the car. Paint peeled and Lauren felt increasingly uncomfortable, embarrassed and guilty with her own lifestyle and the sudden chasm that existed between themselves and the villagers only yards from their house. "Here, take a right here!" said Emma. "Have you been here before?" "Once, Daddy took her home once when it was really late" Lauren stopped the car and got out, feeling the blistering heat of the late morning beating down on her shoulders. Emma raised her hand to knock but the old grey door opened, revealing the cleaning lady, an expression of gratitude and humility on her old face. She welcomed them inside the house, motioning towards her daughter lying on a blanket on the floor. The house was stiflingly hot, airless, almost devoid of any decoration or ornaments - bare walls, a cross hanging on the far side, glass broken in the windows, a dog curled up beside the little girl while two other younger children teased it. Lauren was shocked, unprepared and if she could have spoken Spanish she would have spent the day apologising for the world. A snort brought her from her thoughts and she realised she had failed to see a man asleep on the tatty sofa. He had his back to them and was dressed in black shorts and a white T- Shirt. His hair was unkempt, matted. His shoes lay on the floor, beside a collection of wine bottles. "She says she's been like that for a day now." said Emma, ignoring the noise from the man. "Won't eat, just drinks water occasionally." "Tell her we'll take them both to the doctor. Tell her we will pay." said Lauren, kneeling beside the girl. Emma did as requested, giving the woman further cause to offer her thanks continually. Lauren became slightly irritated by the woman's gratitude and motioned to them both that they should get into the car. The woman gently scooped up her daughter. The tiny arms hung down, her head lolling back, rolling around without strength. Lauren injected some urgency into proceedings. "OK, let's go. Get her in the back and then you in the front." Lauren watched as the woman fumbled with the door handle, clambered up into the car and laid her baby along the seat. She then turned back to the house, shooing her other children inside with a simple command and wave of her hand. Carefully, she clambered in next to the little girl. She seemed mesmerized by the plush interior, the dials and equipment, almost oblivious to the moans of her child. Doors slammed and Lauren drove off as quickly as she could, embarrassed by her surroundings. The short journey took less than ten minutes, and Lauren noticed again as they entered the doctor's office that the woman was ill at ease, stuttering over her name and address as the smiling receptionist took her details before showing her though to the waiting doctor. Lauren and Emma sat in silence on the wooden seats, gazing at the small posters of healthy food, bright white teeth and a diagram of the body's blood supply. The receptionist returned to her desk and started thumbing through her documents. "Can I pay you now, do you think?" asked Lauren. The receptionist looked up. "Well, doctor hasn't finished his consultation yet" Lauren stood and walked over to her. "Look, we'd like to pay for this visit. Perhaps if we could pay for, say, a standard visit and then pay any more after that. I don't want to embarrass her." "Well, I suppose so. It's fifteen dollars. So why don't you pay twenty and that should include medicine. Ear ache, was it?" "I don't know. I don't know much about children I'm afraid." "It looked like it, poor little thing. Twenty should be fine" Lauren handed over the money quickly, accepted her receipt and sat down again, pleased with herself and the ease with which she had been able to assist the woman. She smiled at Emma, squeezing her leg. "Lori, can they stay at ours tonight? asked Emma. They haven't got air conditioning and she's never going to get any rest in that old house." "It's up to the woman. Anyway, what is her name?" "Anna, I think" replied Emma "OK, if Anna agrees then fine, they can stay in the spare room. But she might not like the thought of it." Anna emerged five minutes later. Her daughter clung round her neck sleepily. Lauren learned through the translation efforts of the receptionist and Emma that the girl certainly did have an ear infection. Anna refused point blank to stay overnight at their house, and needed some persuasion before she accepted the medicine from the pharmacy in the square. But Lauren saw the look of thanks in her eyes and that was sufficient. As they lay the little girl back down on the blanket in the sweltering front room of the house, she once again asked Emma to offer a bed for the little girl for the night, and once again, Anna refused. Both the sleeping man and the dog remained motionless, the latter observing the activity out of one eye, no doubt cursing the disturbance and interruption of his siesta. "Buenos noches!" said Lauren, hoping that was the right language, let alone the right salutation. Anna smiled and closed the door slowly behind them. The girls drove back down the dusty track towards home in silence, speaking only once inside to explain to Jamie what had happened. He seemed genuinely pleased that they had decided to help her and smiled into Lauren's eyes in between lecherous stares at her figure. He waved happily as he went out onto the patio and opened the door to the tool shed. He wheeled out his bicycle, mounted and rode off down the gravel drive, wobbling slightly until he hit firmer ground. Despite Jamie's joy, Lauren spent the next hour in a pensive mood, shocked at the state of the woman's house, clearly moved by her poverty and her inexperience with some of the luxuries that Lauren had taken for granted for all nineteen years of her life. The thought of the little girl's father lying asleep, drunk on the sofa appalled her, and she loudly cursed him as her anger boiled inside. She scanned the lounge, considering the value of some of the works of art that hung on the walls and the pots above the fireplace. Even the small carriage clock, silver and brass with a oscillating mechanism inside, must be worth almost a years wages to the woman. Emma joined her on the sofa quietly. She translated some of the lunchtime news for Lauren but it was largely unnecessary. Rioting had broken out in a town on the northernmost peninsula of San Falino. The reporter gave details of the lack of tortillas in the shops and the hoarding by some local distributors hoping to push the price up. Some townspeople had broken down the gates to one of the factories and the police had decided to remain on the sidelines. The graphic pictures told the whole story. "The rioting would have been relatively minor" shouted the reporter above the din of the local traffic "had it not been for the death of a small boy under the wheels of a police car in the backstreets of the town. The boy was the son of a local activist and tempers spilled over into the streets this morning". "Local branches of SF Inc. and Aziram Banking have closed indefinitely so that many people who are eligible for government assistance will not be able to cash their welfare cheques. Tempers are running high here and we may see Government troops out tonight to ensure that the town remains calm. Now back to the studio." The anchorman in the studio reported unrest further west as a result of the death of the little boy. Trade Union activists had concluded that it was just another ploy to enable to Government to deploy troops on the streets and had called a wildcat strike for the remainder of the day. "As predicted last night, Nationalist leaders have begun talks with the Unions aimed at forming a coalition to fight the government oppression." "That's scary, eh?" said Emma, shuffling along the sofa closer. Lauren nodded distantly, still translating and assimilating the facts from the television news. She absently lifted her arm and let Emma slide underneath to rest her head on her shoulder and the back of the sofa. "Anna said that she thought most of the Police had stayed in doors today. They were scared in case people thought they were on the side of the Government." said Emma. "Hmm" said Lauren, still watching the pictures. As Emma's words sank in she realised that the rule of law had all but disappeared. If that was the case, she wondered if it was even safe to venture out in the car. It had seemed calm when they visited the doctor's but Lauren wondered how attuned she was to the mood of the local people. Perhaps that was why the woman had thanked her so profusely. She wondered about trying to contact Elizabeth and Gustav, but decided that they probably knew more than she did and would have called anyway if there had been grave trouble. She felt Emma nuzzle closer, squeezing her waist. Lauren thought hard for a few minutes but only concluded that if the Nationalists did band together and attack the south then she was almost sure to loose her lifestyle, air conditioning and job as they were forced to flee. Lauren's very own brand of logic and priority prevailed. "Come on, you! Swim time!" Emma looked at her aghast as Lauren stood and pulled her T-Shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor of the lounge as she left the room. Emma followed obediently, smiling as she rounded the corner of the patio to see Lauren hopping out of her bikini bottom and steeping slowly into the pool, naked. "Come on!" shouted Lauren, "Get you clothes off. There's no rules anymore!" The early afternoon sun beat down on her bronzed body, amplifying the effect of the white tan line where her bikini normally would be. Lauren was suprised to see Emma's nervousness as she shed her own bikini and eventually dived in. She watched the young girl fly though the air above her, legs together, eyes closed, her young breasts taut and proud followed by a hint of blonde pubic hair and a flash of pink nail polish from her toes. Lauren decided that if they only had a couple of days of peace left then it would be spent packing and sunbathing, ridding herself of the remaining vestiges of the white, innocent purity that her tan line represented. She swam in her own fashion across the width of the pool, feeling the novelty of the cool rush of the water over her pussy. The girls edged closer to one another, splashing and fooling around, their hair dripping wet, cooling their exposed shoulders. Lauren felt lust, pure and simple, an afternoon arousal that would be satisfied, somehow. It built deep inside her, emanating from between her legs, encouraged as she cupped her pussy and ran her fingers through her pubic hair. Emma noticed her activity and pushed off from the side of the pool on her back, her nipples above the water and her legs parted as she glided towards Lauren, sculling with her hands. Lauren reached out and supported her back, pulling her close, noticing a couple of freckles around her nose. Her left hand ran down towards her bottom, kneading the taught cheeks. Emma stretched backwards. "Oh God, what a great day. So clear!" said Emma. "Mmm, I'm going to finish off my sunbathing, war or no war." said Lauren as her thumb found the tight valley of her bottom. Chapter 38 Emma squirmed. Lauren let go as she disappeared beneath the surface. Lauren watched her gracefully stroking under water, heading for the shallow end. They stepped out of the pool, Lauren following Emma across to the loungers by the patio door. The little girl's buttocks twitched as she tip-toed on the hot flagstones, and Lauren had a hard job restraining her hands as Emma bent forward to move the seat into the sun, her pussy hairless, perfect, clean and inviting. Lauren lay down, feeling the warm drips squeezing through the plastic of the seat, her bottom criss-crossed and supported by the slippery strips. As the sun baked her, she reached back, stretching and purring, drip drying alongside her young charge. "Lori?" "What?" "If there's a war, are you going to stay?" Lauren could hear her heart beating in her chest, pounding the blood around her body, fortifying her. She screwed her eyes up against the sun, feeling the powerful rays against her shoulders and the tops of her thighs. Black and red shapes danced behind her eyelids, changing slowly, out of her control. Her pussy glowed, but without pain, perhaps, she thought, because there were still some drips of water hiding. Certainly she could feel the small, warm puddle that had collected between the plastic and her buttocks. "Of course, sweety" "Just for me?" "You. And Jamie. Both of you." Lauren wondered if that was true. She really thought she would stay, considered that she may even be too late to leave. She had made no arrangements about getting a ticket home, and didn't even know where the local travel agents were in town. She thought of her parents, realising that they were probably beside themselves with concern. She sympathised, but she also knew that their suffering was partially self-inflicted, her mother putting two and two together to arrive at a negative number. Like the subject of Nikki. "I promise, I want to stay." "Good!" shouted Emma, clapping her hands together. Jamie will be really pleased. Stay there!" "Where are you going?" "Stay there!" she repeated, entering the kitchen. Lauren relaxed, listening to the cicadas chirping incessantly. She parted her legs slightly, determined while she was alone to allow the sun as much time as possible to eradicate her tan line. She strained her head off the seat and looked down. There was a vivid line where her bikini had been, giving a brown, red, white transition down from her stomach to her pussy. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, across her vagina and down to her anus. Warmth spread luxuriously around her fingers, the dampness of the seat cooling her flesh as she touched her thighs. A pop from inside the house solved the mystery of Emma's disappearance. Emma returned with a tray containing a bottle of white wine and two fluted crystal glasses. "Hey, you're having only half a glass!" said Lauren, propping herself up on her elbow. She watched as Emma's looked along her body, dancing from her mouth to her breasts until finally mesmerized by her pussy. Lauren obligingly swung a leg off the lounger, parting her legs momentarily. The little waitress stood in front of her. Lauren wondered if Emma had intentionally held the tray at mid- thigh. She stared at her pussy between the bottle and the glasses, reaching slowly, entranced by the puffy lips and the youngest of hairs growing once again. She drank. They lay in silence broken only by Emma slurping her wine and the chink of glass as they refilled. "Aren't you going to get burned?" asked Emma. "Maybe, who cares? I've been all right so far." "Yeah, but you should put some stuff on. Want me to do it?" Lauren sat up and drained her glass in one swift movement. She smiled at Emma and rolled onto her stomach, facing the young girl, closing her eyes, expectantly. Emma slipped onto the flagstones and tipped a little lotion onto her fingers. "Hey, you don't have any brastrap marks, you know." she observed as she rubbed her fingers over Lauren's shoulders. The lotion felt slippery, soothing and Lauren allowed herself a little peek at Emma, her nipples tantalisingly close. She reached out with her right hand and found her bottom, caressing it as Emma poured another dollop and massaged it over the small of her back and down along her legs. Lauren took hold of Emma's buttocks, squeezing in appreciation, feeling down to her thighs as the little girl parted her legs slightly. Lauren raised her bottom slightly, concerned that her signals to Emma may have been missed. But her worries drifted off with the feint breeze as she felt the young fingers returning to the valley between her buttocks, tracing a slippery line down, pushing between the tight skin, over her anus. The fingers parted, taking a course either side of her vagina, tracing her labia and back around her clitoris. Again, the fingers disappeared to get more lotion, returning with their young delicacy, teasing Lauren to the point that she involuntarily squealed. "Turn over" said Emma. "Uh uh, I'm fine here" said Lauren, a little concerned about being naked outdoors and engaged in heavy petting with the thirteen- year-old beauty. Emma continued her actions, circling her anus with a single finger while Lauren squirmed and groaned with increasing passion. Without thinking, Lauren succumbed to her ministrations and rolled over, her legs parting either side of the lounger so her feet rested on the ground. Emma slid down, resting her arm on Lauren's left thigh. More dribbles of lotion tickled her stomach, and deft fingers traced lines of pleasure southwards, through her pubic hair, around her clitoris and along her aroused labia. Lauren looked down, seeing the sun shining through Emma's angelic hair. She touched her lovingly, slipping a finger inside her warm mouth. Emma oiled her, taking her labia between thumb and forefinger, running along the length. She opened her legs wider, delighting in the feeling of the teenager's fingers as they neared her vagina. "Oh, Emma! Oh my dear little girl!" said Lauren, lifting her bottom off the seat. "Stop, we must stop!" "But, I want to do it for you!" Lauren exercised all her willpower and sat up, closing her legs. A look of astonishment shot across Emma's face. "Don't you like it?" "Oh, Emma. Of course I do. But it's a bit, you know, public." "Nobody's here" "Yeah, but just in case. Later. I would love that." But the explanation didn't seem to convince Emma, who sat and watched Lauren as she lay back on the lounger. Lauren exhaled quietly, feeling the slipperiness of the suntan lotion on her pussy and between her buttocks. She thought of Nikki and her warnings, and decided that she had, after all, the inner strength to control her desires. Her thoughts continued with Switzerland, school, and her classmates that she might not see for many months. The train continued, and she slept. Laughter woke her. She was unsure how long she had been asleep, but the warmth of the sun was just as strong, and she had a slight headache from the wine. "Hey, you need more lotion, you'll burn." A man's voice. Lauren sat up, gazing into the sun, still half asleep. "Jamie!" She moved to cover herself but realised that she had nothing to put on, and anyway, he must have seen everything already. She turned onto her side, draping her arm over her breasts. "Where have you been?" "His new girlfriend!" said Emma. Lauren guessed they had both been in the pool together, naked. Their wet young bodies shone in the brilliant sun, a wet trail visible from the shower by the deep end over to the loungers. "I didn't know you had one" said Lauren, blocking the sun with her hand. His cock was half erect, bobbing occasionally. "Where does she live?" "The other side of Boquette. I've only seen her twice." he replied, trying to cover his penis with his hand. "Three times! And she won't let him do it!" said Emma. "Emma!" shouted Lauren and Jamie simultaneously. The little girl plumped down on the lounger opposite Lauren, her legs together, hair damp and matted against her face and shoulders. Jamie stood between them. Lauren couldn't determine in the blinding light whether he was embarrassed or not about exposing himself to her. One thing was certain. He had always covered himself up in her presence after showering, and this seemed to be the first time he had failed to pull a towel around him. "Is she nice?" asked Lauren, pumping him for information. "She works down at the Post Office." he replied. "Yeah, she's quite pretty" offered Emma. "Guess it's magazine time, eh?" she said, giggling at her brother. "Don't be stupid. I can wait!" he said. "You've got magazines? Do your parents know?" asked Lauren, mildly surprised. "Want to see them?" he asked. Lauren was startled, knowing where this was suddenly leading. Emma ran off into the house before Lauren could reply and emerged less than a minute later with three or four glossy magazines. She dumped them between the seats and grinned wickedly at her brother. Nobody moved, staring intently at the cover of the top magazine. Two women, girls really, were on a bed with a young man, slightly older than Jamie. The man and one of the girls were kissing while the other had his cock in her mouth. Lauren felt herself stirring deep in her stomach. She thought about confiscating the magazines and taking them back to her room, but knew that Jamie would soon rummage around and find them. She looked up at him, hoping he would make the next move. His cock had pushed through his fingers and he made no attempt to conceal his hardness. The bulbous head was exposed, the skin rolled back down his length. His balls hung loosely beneath him. Emma leaned down and picked up the magazine underneath. From her expression Lauren knew she had not seen them before and only seemed to know where Jamie hid them. She leaned back, her hair drying in the sun, the blondeness returning. She brought her left leg up while her right lay flat on the lounger, giving Lauren a view of the slightest pubic hair over her sweet mound. "Where did you get these?" asked Lauren, studying a picture of an underage girl and boy. The strength of her need for orgasm was growing, almost reaching the point where she would have to go to her room and find her trusty brush. "In Boquette. It's not obvious that they sell this stuff from the outside, it looks like a tool shop. But they've got them out the back. And a few videos but mainly magazines." "Take this stuff inside. I don't want the neighbours to see us like this. Your parents would go wild!" To her relief, Jamie and Emma did as she said. Lauren followed them into the kitchen where she dumped her magazine before making coffee. The children sat together, still giggling. Lauren looked on, measuring her authority, feeling it ebb away as they moved closer. Emma touched his leg, smoothing the young hairs with her hand as she looked at the pictures. Lauren noticed her nipples, strong, pert, delightful, crowning her young breasts. She suddenly realised that they were all naked, and while it had seemed almost acceptable by the pool, it was not in the house. Her two charges didn't bat an eyelid as she found the sugar, reaching up to get the cups down from the cupboard. Lauren slyly felt between her legs. Very damp, slippery. She glanced at Emma who looked up, grinned and returned to the pictures. They stared at a full page photo of an erect cum-covered cock, just positioned at the entrance to a girl's vagina. The inner lips were flared, glistening between her swollen labia. She had no hair at all, and cum dribbled from her. "Good God!" shrieked Lauren as she looked over Jamie's shoulder. Jamie turned to her, his eyes finding her pussy. Lauren felt her stomach churn in anticipation as she belatedly covered herself. "What?" "It's just....I don't know, so, er, explicit." she said as her nipples announced their willingness to come out and play. "Is that what you wanted to do to your girlfriend?" asked Emma, her hand perilously close to his cock. "Of course!" "What else?" asked Emma. Lauren watched them, conspirators, acting out a centuries old sequence that was hereditary rather than the result of an education. "What?" replied Jamie, pretending a lack of understanding. "That's enough of that!" said Lauren sternly. "If you want to play with yourself then please go to your bedroom." She stood to the side of him, glaring. Jamie reached out and touched her thigh. Lauren panicked, her heart pounding as she weighed up her course of action. "What are you doing?" she asked, convincing herself that she was stalling for time. "You're so much prettier than the girls in the mags." "Don't be stupid! This is absolutely wrong!" she said, moving away from his touch. "Oh Lori, you are!" said Emma, smiling so warmly that Lauren felt a glow over her body. "Your breasts are wonderful, better than her, look!" she said, pointing to a young girl having sex with a man in the shower. "And your pussy, I love the way your hair doesn't cover up the lips." "Emma! Jamie! This has gone far enough. Off to your bedroom, you, if you want to play with yourself! Now!" Jamie stood, his cock hard, heavy, erect and very much alive. Lauren opened her mouth as though measuring, preparing. But he shuffled out of the room, taking his magazines with him. The two girls sat in silence, speaking only when the sound of his door shutting echoed down the marble hallway. "Emma, this is getting out of hand. This is very much against the law." "But it's like Jamie said, and Felix. There's no law anymore. The police have gone. Mum and Dad are away. And you're, well...." "I'm supposed to look after you both!" "But..." Emma struggled. "But, look! We're sitting here, in the kitchen, with nothing on! We can do anything we like. We could run away and you wouldn't know what to do. But we don't, because we like you. You're the best au pair we've ever had." Emma brought her legs up, resting her head on her knees. Lauren sat, deliberately positioning the chair so she could see the young girl's labia. The familiar surge pumped through her pussy as she held out her arms to Emma. The little girl shot across to her, sitting on her lap and snuggling into her shoulder. "I'm not very good at this au pair stuff, am I?" "You're wonderful. You teach me so many things!" "But not the right things" "I'll need them one day!" replied Emma, pecking her lips over Lauren's neck. Lauren shuddered, moving her legs slightly to get more comfortable before touching the girl's breast and returning her kiss, lovingly, moving slowly towards her lips. They kissed longingly, Lauren realising how important the little girl was to her, how young her body felt and how responsive she was to touch and suggestion. Her hand found her pussy, the lips wet, inviting, opening as she parted her legs, pushing her thighs apart before running her hand under her bottom and cupping her pussy. Emma's tongue found Lauren's, swirling in her mouth, flicking as she also touched Lauren's breasts. Lauren leaned back, her neck muscles stretching as she encouraged her. They kissed, lost in the wonderful world of their sensuous touch. "Shh!" commanded Emma, breaking away from the embrace. Lauren pulled her hand from underneath Emma. "What?" Jamie entered. Lauren froze, petrified at what he might think. "Jeeze!" was all he could say. "We're talking!" blurted Lauren. She noted that he still had an enormous erection, bobbing from side to side as he walked. He stopped in front of them as though examining then for any tell-tales signs of wrong-doing. Emma looked at Lauren and giggled. "Jamie, go and get some clothes on. Emma, you behave!" She shook, anger boiling inside her. Slowly, with the movements of an old man, he shuffled out of the kitchen. Emma lay her head once again on Lauren's shoulder, dismayed, peeved at the outcome, unmoved by Lauren's rage. Slowly, she touched her breast, toying with her darkened nipple, feeling the heavy shape with her young fingers. Emma looked up into Lauren's eyes, then down to her lips. She strained forward, her tongue leading the way. "Sweety, not now" said Lauren with all her remaining willpower. She could feel tears welling up, clouding her vision. "I want to love you" "We can't let your brother know everything. Just in case" she said, wiping her eyes. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped again, raising a smile at her emotions. "Can I come and see you tonight?" "We'll see." At the sound of Jamie returning, they separated, Emma pouting as she left the room. Snapping out of her daze, Lauren covered her pussy with her hands and slipped along the hallway to her room, shutting the door silently as her mind replayed the afternoon's events. As she returned to the point where Emma had shamelessly encouraged her brother's cock into full erection, she cried, tears soaking into the pillow. Once again, her morals and ability to restrain her urges had failed. She knew that she had found the whole event moving, charming, seeing a brother and sister together in an act of love. She desperately tried to feel revulsion, tried to turn her anger at them into a force she could use in the future, but it had no effect. As her sobbing continued, she seriously thought that there must be something wrong with her, some sickness that needed constant feeding. Chapter 39 The world was quiet as Lauren woke, surveying the darkened room before slipping quietly out of bed. Naked, she sat on the toilet in her bathroom and wondered what she would do that day. Too many of her days took the same form: Breakfast, swim, shower, get dressed. Take Emma, maybe Jamie down to Boquette, buy something they don't really need. Maybe visit the supermarket. Maybe have lunch in the square. Back home for a snooze, swim, tea, watch the news. Lauren found her bikini bottoms, pulled them on along with a short T-Shirt and wandered into the kitchen. She had a feeling, after glances between the cleaning staff the day before, that they wouldn't be coming that day. Or any day in the near future. She scratched, annoyed with the stickiness of her T-Shirt, the heat that had already built up in the kitchen, and the need to swim. It was seven-thirty. Even if the cleaners did arrive, there were not due for at least an hour. She tidied up quickly, finding two letters that had been neatly placed on the worktop beside the oven, both addressed to her. One was obviously from her mother - no knickers or cardigans this time - and the other appeared to be from the bank. Lauren took her coffee and letters out onto the patio and sat on the lounger, watching the still water, the birds pecking around the small rock borders and the bright flowers in the garden that led to the stables. Her mother's letter talked again about the problem of her schoolfriends, and Lauren knew, reading between the lines, that her mother was unhappy. Still defending her and her decisions but clearly bearing some of the brunt of local gossip. Contained, in 'Gisal family code' were her concerns about Lauren and her ability to look after the children properly. Lauren stopped reading, a lump in her throat. She wondered if Nikki had said something when she had returned, whether she let slip about the screams of delight that she had heard that night. Lauren thought it was very unlikely, continuing to read, imagining her mother, crouched over the dining room table at home, writing, shaking her head, tut-tutting as she related the news. Lauren brushed a tear from her eyes, sniffing loudly as she dropped the letter to the ground. Part of her wanted to call her mother right away, shout and scream about the unfairness of it all. The other part wondered why she had to do anything. She was over eighteen, an adult, making her own choices in life. The incidents with Emma were not her fault, she had been pressured into them. Her reasoning continued as she re-read the letter, her mind finding myriad excuses for her excesses, her pleasures. She had been teaching them, dammit! They had fun. It was Emma that came into her room that night, anyway, who slipped into her bed. What was she supposed to do? Her anger boiled inside her. She threw the letter into the air and grabbed the other, ripping it open so that she had to piece the contents back together. It is debatable which letter stunned her the most. The bank statement showed the account that had been set up for the house management by Elizabeth. There was a balance on the account of the equivalent of two hundred thousand Swiss francs - about a hundred and forty thousand US dollars. The previous balance had been only three hundred dollars. She saw that the account had been credited only three or four days ago by post. She carefully put the statement back in the envelope and lay back on the lounger, wondering what she was meant to do with all the money, and how much trouble was brewing that needed that sort of some to help them survive. Romantic notions faded after several minutes, and she concluded she would wait for Elizabeth to talk to her. Standing up, she pulled off the T-Shirt and dropped it on the lounger. She walked across to the pool and dipped a toe in the water, judging it to be perfect. She glanced around, saw nobody, and slipped her bikini off before carefully descending the steps into the shallow end of the pool. The water lapped at her legs, then up around her thighs, finally finding her pussy as she pushed off from the last step and swam cautiously to the edge. Slowly, the household stirred, ambling into life. No school, no private tutor. No duties, no responsibilities except the children. Perhaps they needed a war, just a small one, to unite them in purpose. Lunch and pool followed breakfast and pool. A siesta in the lounge followed lunch and their daily dose of national news. The phone startled Lauren and she was delighted to learn that Felix had decided to leave work early and would be with her in less than ten minutes. She thought briefly about running to her bedroom to change from her bikini but thought better of it and wandered out to make sure there were enough chairs by the patio. Emma made no attempt to cover herself and continued to lay on her stomach reading. Lauren knew that a few weeks earlier she would have insisted that Emma wear her bikini top, but now Lauren had no energy to insist on petty rules and regulations, and, she thought, it was debatable whether Emma would take much notice anyway. Lauren looked at her, the slender form of the young girl stretched out at the mercy of the sun. She was engrossed in her book, unaware that Lauren followed the tanned line of her neck, down over her shoulders and round her small breasts. A tremor ran through her as she recalled their firmness and the delight she had experienced as she took the nipples in her mouth. Lauren pressed herself harder against the lounger, rubbing the thin cloth of her bikini against her pussy. True to his word, Felix arrived moments later, smiling at both girls before kneeling between them. He kissed Lauren, pulling her towards him as his hands ran over her buttocks. She turned onto her side, pleased that he took the opportunity to press the tanned mound of her breast with his hand as he again kissed her. Emma watched intently, missing nothing as they held each other close. "Let's grab a cold drink, eh?" suggested Lauren as she swung off the seat. They walked together into the kitchen and Felix pulled two lemonades from the fridge while Lauren dried glasses at the sink. He shuffled up behind her and pulled her back against him. Lauren shrieked loudly as she felt something rock hard digging into her back. "Jeeze, what's down there?" she said, smiling into his eyes at her forwardness. "You'll have to find out!" Lauren ran her hand over the front of his trousers and felt the rigidity of whatever was down there. "Is that you?" she asked, wide-eyed. Felix shook his head. "Nope, but it is for you. Take a look!" Lauren looked quickly towards the kitchen door, and satisfied that Emma was still on the patio, unzipped him. Whatever was there was inside his underpants. She flicked the button to his trousers and reached inside. She knew instantly what it was. "What do you need one of those for?" she asked. "For you!" "Why me?" "Remember what was so painful?" Lauren did indeed recall. "This'll help" he said. He pulled it from his underpants and pushed it gently down her bikini bottoms, laughing as he pinged the elastic waist back in place. "What's all the laughter?" said Emma. Lauren shot a glance over Felix's shoulder. Emma stood framed in the doorway, a cream coloured silk sarong tied around her waist, a towel hung round her neck, just hiding her breasts. The afternoon light showed the shape of her parted legs and mound. Lauren knew if she had been alone she would have had the towel off before you could say 'bedtime, young lady'. Felix turned to soak up the view as well, affording Emma a view of his unbuttoned trousers. "Felix!" she hissed, looking back at her open-mouthed boyfriend. "Come on, my room!" Lauren maneuvered him so that her bikini and his trousers gave away as little as possible, then sidled out of the kitchen. As she walked towards her room she realised that he was absolutely right. She did want to try it again, to find out if she was somehow physically incapable of having anal sex, or if she could, whether she enjoyed it. Slowly, the thought dawned on her that he had possibly taken time off work just so that they could experiment. She closed the door behind them and tugged his shirt with her free hand, pulling him back towards her. She kissed him lightly on the mouth as she felt him swaying closer, his groin hard against her bikini. His hands found her breasts and even though they shuffled awkwardly towards her bed, her bikini top was on the floor before she felt the cool sheets against her thighs. She giggled as she fell back, watching him drop his shirt on the floor. Discretely, he removed the vibrator from her bikini, laid it on the bed for later use and proceeded to kiss her, leisurely. Although Lauren was pleased to see him in the afternoon, she still had concerns about his intentions. She remembered talking about trying again, but hadn't really expected him to do anything about it. It was more like one of those things that are said during the height of passion, not chapter two in anal sex. She returned his kisses with passion, feeling his arms around her back as her breasts pushed against his chest. "Wait!" she commanded, coming up for air after some minutes. "Stand over by the bed." "Do what?" he said, pausing briefly from kissing the inside of her thighs. "Stand over there! Take down your trousers!" If she was going to be naked with something stuffed inside her then he was also going to get his share. "Yes ma'am!" he replied, half saluting as his trousers dropped to the floor. "Your underpants are wet. Why?" "Er, not sure." "Take your underpants down, just a bit." said Lauren, shifting onto her side. She brought her leg up so that he could see the shape of her pussy beneath her bikini bottom. His eyes fixed between her legs. She looked him over, up and down, noting the strong legs, the bulge between, and the little-boy look on his face; part of him wasn't really enjoying this and she could see that he hadn't really pulled his pants down very far. "Good. On your knees, play with yourself". She thought, for no good reason, about her parents, wondering if they ever progressed beyond simple intercourse. Felix's cock peeked out as his hand moved up and down within his pants. She smiled, touching her nipples. She waited almost a minute before issuing her next command. "Come here." Felix moved quickly, no doubt keen to reduce the distance between them and return to the previous intimacy. Lauren stopped him at the foot of the bed and felt his form. She pulled at his pants, allowing the head of his cock to spring into the open. A sheen of fluid had already found freedom. She cupped his balls, feeling their swollen yet mobile shape. As she gripped harder, he exhaled just as the foreskin peeled back and revealed the purple knob. Lauren leaned forward and licked the very tip of him, delighted as his weapon pinged up into the air in response. He tasted of nothing, so she ventured further, forming an 'O' with her mouth and taking in almost an inch. She swirled her tongue round the end of him, just as she had seen in films, totally unsure if she was having any effect whatsoever. She took him deeper, making him squeal only once. Lauren thought it could have been in pleasure but almost certainly was a result of her teeth biting into him. Deciding partly that she really didn't want him to come in her mouth but mainly that she needed a lot of practice, she slid onto her back, pulling him with her. Felix lay down, his cock rigid against her leg, and felt the firm roundness of her buttocks. They kissed longingly, Lauren reciprocating with unusual fervor, so pleased that she had tried something and delighted that she hadn't bitten off any part of him. She felt his fingers tracing round from the back of her bikini to her hip and down towards her pussy. She knew she was wet and could imagine how she would feel when he reached her little pleasure spot. She moved her left leg across the bed, allowing him room to cup her pussy beneath her bikini. Lauren wondered if the way she touched him had the same effect as he did as his fingers lay along the rich valley between her labia. His kissing rose in its passion, his tongue deep inside her mouth. Lauren reached down and took hold of his cock, gripping it tightly in her right hand, pushing and pulling the skin back and forth until she felt it pulse. Felix slipped lower, kissing her breasts as he worked his way down over her stomach and sought the treasures under her bikini with his tongue. His hand slipped under her, pulling so her back arched, breasts high in the air. She closed her eyes, savouring the man's attention. Her legs were now wide, her pussy throbbing in expectation of the attention from his tongue that now flicked along her labia. He pulled her bikini down to her knees and dived onto her pubic hair, taking as much of her mound as he could into his mouth. She grabbed his head and pushed him hard down between her legs, raising her bottom slightly as his tongue circled her vagina, darting occasionally to her anus as though to remind her of the afternoon's business. To her dismay, though, just as she knew that orgasm was almost guaranteed, he slowed his pace, giving greater attention to her anus, pushing the little opening with a finger, spreading the juices from her vagina down to meet him. Lauren gripped the back of her legs and pulled, slowly raising herself as his finger disappeared inside. That was the feeling, she thought, that she needed, the obscenity of it making her insides tremble. His tongue returned to her labia while his finger remained deep inside. He teased her pussy, bringing back the thoughts of orgasm that had been missing for several minutes, but once again he was not going to permit it, removing his finger from her anus slowly, tormenting her as he circled her hole with his slippery fingers. She groaned, shifting slightly under the bed as though spurring him on to the next activity, the next step towards satisfaction. He push his thumb against her tight hole, continuing as the ring gave way and allowed him to slip deep inside. "Oh God!" moaned Lauren, pulling back harder on her legs. She could feel her anus pulsing around him, the joy bubbling inside her pussy that was going to explode if he would only let it. He continued to lick her pussy, now moving up to her clitoris, flicking the small hood away to reveal the little almond center of her sex. Once again he withdrew, slipping off the bed and hurrying towards the bathroom. "Oil time!" he said quietly, disappearing round the corner. Lauren relaxed her legs slightly, amused but excited that her bikini bottoms still remained at her knees. Conscious of her exposed state, she pulled them higher, covering the delicate folds of her wet pussy but allowing the sight of her dark pubic hair and the soft cleft of the top of her labia to remain uncovered. She slipped a finger down through her bikini, around her anus and brought it quickly back her to nostrils. She smelled nothing, but wiped it on the sheets regardless. "Hey, gorgeous!" he whispered as he entered the room. She turned to see his stiff cock bobbing proudly in front of him, the white vibrator in his right hand. She reached out and took the device, feeling its weight as he sank beside her on the bed. The rounded end was shaped like a cock, a bulbous head with a deep slit that then tapered slightly. Mock veins corrugated its length. Lauren concluded it was thick enough to inflict pain if she didn't take it slowly. She tried without success to judge whether she could accommodate it, or whether she would have to give up once again in disappointment. It was five, six, maybe seven inches in length; the other end had a bulge which looked like it could have represented balls if a bit more work had been done. Nevertheless, Lauren realised that it was probably there to stop the whole thing disappearing inside. 'Explain that one to the doctor', she thought. She lay back down, handing it back to him as he flicked the lid of the oil. Her gaze was torn between him dripping oil along the length of the device and the arrogant throbbing of his cock. Eventually, she sighed and waited, praying for either. -- +--------------' 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> /