Message-ID: <33649asstr$1006567809@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "The Paganist" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 21:04:37 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 10/16 (Mf) Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 21:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates {The Paganist} Juliet 10/16 (Mf) This story is fiction. Agatha Christie didn't commit a chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world then you shouldn't read this. If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS! Go away. Visit another group. Leave us alone. If you do read this and find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem. I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming (at least you've taken the trouble to download the story and read it). The Paganist (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk) Juliet by The Paganist Chapter 10 Juliet Plots We quickly settled into a routine. In the evening food needed to be under way and we both enjoyed dinner together in the bath. Adrienne soon learned to avoid coming to find us before seven and if she came over before then (we'd given her a key) made herself comfortable with the television till we arrived. Every Thursday was shopping day. Usually Adrienne would come along for the ride and usually Juliet would dress in the Dorothy costume (she still liked to shock people). It was on one of these Thursday's when I met a friend from work in the supermarket. We stopped to chat and seeing Adrienne he did the "so this is your young lady," routine. Adrienne being quick off the mark and following our lead said "Oh no. You mean my little sister." pointing to Juliet in full Dorothy costume. He was visibly shaken and when Juliet went into her naughty little girl routine (stroking the front of my jeans with her finger) he beat a hasty retreat. We had a good laugh about that later. Weekends were reserved for the two of us, though of late it seemed to have become the three of us. Adrienne was a nice girl but she became uncomfortable when we were in the bath or the bed, anywhere associated with fun or sex. I asked Juliet about this and she said that it was because Adrienne fancied me. I didn't really believe her and thought that she must have got things wrong somewhere. All the same she did act that way at times. I decided that it would be better for me to back off a little in that direction; after all I'd done more than a little teasing there myself. "Well you've got no competition. As far as I'm concerned we're as good as married and that means I'm yours and yours alone for life." I said with a giggle and a smile. I was quite surprised when she said "Oh... Don't say that... That's no good at all." When I asked her what she meant by it she said that I'd find out at the right time. She wouldn't say when the right time was and wouldn't be drawn any further on the subject. I was less than happy with this since I was essentially a one-woman man. I noticed Adrienne spending more time at our house and sometimes would sleep overnight in the spare bed. Sometimes she would already be there when I came home from work. She always seemed to be there but was unobtrusive. Usually she just sat and watched television but sometimes she would come into the bathroom when we were there but mostly that was because Juliet had called her, or there was a 'phone call or something like that. It was clear that she wasn't trying to play gooseberry or even watch our love play (which I don't think either of us would have minded anyway - Juliet was still an exhibitionist at heart and whatever made her feel good made me feel even better). One day, we were alone together and Juliet said that Adrienne's sixteenth birthday was coming up, and she had an idea for a surprise. She wouldn't say what it was but made me promise to go along with it and leave the planning to her. Since I'd already found that she always got what she wanted anyway I didn't argue. Over the next week or so she made some arrangements for a cake and some other things. It was my job to keep Adrienne out of the way while she did some of the shopping for party stuff and she soon had that side of things prepared. One day Lorraine came in with her boyfriend Jacob we had a chat and a drink. I'd notice that sometimes women divorce one man for whatever reason and then later married another exactly the same. Some people never learn. Lorraine was obviously one of these. Jacob was like a carbon copy of Lorraine's first husband and looked as if he had a mean streak. I knew that the only thing I could do was to distance myself from the situation but it was clear that Adrienne was not happy and I could now see why. When the scotch was gone (about three quarters of a bottle) they decided to go home. After a brief private chat with Juliet (we were both of the same mind on this) we told Adrienne that she could stay with us if she wanted. She seemed relieved and agreed straight away. I pointed out that we'd have to be careful because she was still under age but I thought that the best thing would be for her to move in a little at a time so that no one would notice. We all agreed and Adrienne came and gave me a very big sisterly kiss. I felt comfortable with that. The party preparations continued and everything was soon ready. This was when Juliet told me her 'plan.' I was not at all happy. She'd decided that as it was Adrienne's coming of age she should loose her virginity and she wanted to make sure that it wasn't rough or botched so she wanted me to do the honours. We argued well into the night. I pointed out that this wasn't the way married people behave. She pointed out that we weren't married yet and when we were we wouldn't do this but it was her little sister and she wanted to make sure that it was as good for her sister as it had been for her. She knew that I would be very gentle and couldn't think of any other man who was good enough for her sister's first time. Eventually she resorted to the ultimate argument, "you promised to go along with whatever I planned." "What about Adrienne. She'll never agree." "Just leave her to me." She said. Two days later I was taking a cup of coffee up to Juliet, for the usual good morning 'kiss,' when I passed Adrienne on the landing. She was coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Fortunately I was wearing a bathrobe (I usually went naked in the mornings, same as nights). The shock of seeing me made her jump and the towel started to fall. She grabbed it but the experience had its effect on me. My mind said that it didn't want to service this young girl but my body started playing tents. Adrienne having recovered control of the towel without actually displaying anything saw my reaction and with a suppressed giggle returned to her room. That night there was a banging on the door. It was Jacob demanding that Adrienne should go home. He was drunk and Loraine was standing behind him with a fresh-looking bruise on her face. I said she didn't want to come and suggested that he go home and cool off (while closing the door). He started banging and shouting abuse so I called the police. When they arrived they took him aside and calmed him down and later came in to speak to me. As her father he was entitled to demand that I return his daughter. I pointed out that he wasn't her father, and that if I had to, I would keep Adrienne there as a child in danger of abuse, and call in Social Services. When I pointed out that she would be sixteen in a few days anyway they decided to go back and have another talk to him Later they returned and said that he would leave her there tonight but tomorrow she'd have to go home if the mother insisted. I called Terry. Terry was one of those massive men. He was tall and thickset and his hobby was weightlifting and karate. He did part time work as a bouncer at a local club and was always in demand for anything like this. He was a gentle man and usually the sight of Terry was enough to make people do what they were told without trouble. If he had to resort to violence he could, but he didn't like it. Once he'd thrown out five men who'd had too much to drink and started fighting. He looked like a gorilla but had the speed of lightning and the strength of a bear. When all the other men at work had ostracized me for 'being a pervert' Terry had stayed friends. This obliged me to tell him the truth (but only on condition that he didn't tell the others). The following night Terry turned up and we talked and told him of the problem. We went round the pub where Lorraine and Jacob were drinking (I noticed Jacob was well on the way to being drunk already). After a drink we joined them. Jacob was still full of himself and as Lorraine decided to visit the girl's room I went for drinks all round. I saw Terry talking to Jacob and I saw Jacobs face change. I also thought I saw a very fast movement from Terry. When Lorraine and I returned from our different duties Jacob was quiet. Later we went home. The next day Jacob left. ****************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 2001 by The Paganist. Duplication without *** *** changes or omissions is permitted for personal, *** *** non-profit use. 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