Chapter 5: My Full Bed

Because I was dreading talking to my thirteen-year-old stepdaughter about sex, and trying to convince her to not hang out with her best friend so much, I did what most parents do when backed into a corner - I postponed both issues until I had no choice, I had to face them. Fortunately for me, that didn't occur for a few weeks, giving me time to somewhat prepare myself.

For whatever reason, and I didn't question it, after my afternoon in Laura's bedroom, Laura didn't seem to be dominating Megan's thoughts as much. In fact, she even began talking about other girls she was getting to know, now that she was one of the, as she put it, "cool kids".

Susan was oddly silent also; no seductive calls or invitations to participate in any more of her x-rated playlets. I didn't mind, I needed a break from the Morgan family.

The calm at the center of my private hurricane ended one evening when Megan and I were having supper. As she usually did, she began telling me the highlights of her day. That day, instead of the usual classroom drivel and middle school gossip, she told me that she thought she might have a boyfriend.

"He's kinda cute, and I think he really likes me. We hold hands when we walk down the hall between classes, so everybody is talking about it."

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Billy," she said with a smile. "Dad, would it be all right if I went to the movies with him this Saturday?

There it was, her first date, a few years before I was ready to fact that event. I began to give her the third degree, how will you get there, will there be any other kids with you, what movie are you going to see, when it finally hit me what she had said his name was - Billy. That was the name of the boy Laura had told me about, and I knew it couldn't be a coincidence.

After supper I tried a couple of times to ask Megan about Billy, but couldn't find the right way to bring it up without revealing that I already knew some things about him, which would lead to the obvious question about where I had heard about him. But I knew the time had come for me to have the father-daughter discussion about sex that I had been avoiding.

I waited until Megan had finished her shower and was in her room laying out the clothes she was going to wear the next day. I went in and sat on her bed, trying to hide my nervousness. "Gosh, sometimes I forget what a big girl you are getting to be," I said. "And now, dating? Are you sure you're ready?"

"I think the question is if you are ready?" she joked. "Dad, I'm not a kid anymore. If you have something to say, just say it."

"Well...," I stammered, feeling my face turning red, "I was just wondering if there was anything you felt like you needed to ask me... you know... about boys, and..."

"You mean sex? Dad, honestly, I think it might be a little late for that. Trust me, I know where babies come from, and what causes them. And I know all about STD's. We learned that in Health class last year. So, no I don't have any questions. And besides, if I did, I would just ask my friends. I think Laura would be the best one," she added with a giggle.

When she mentioned Laura's name, my heart began pounding. How much did Megan know about Laura's activities? Had Laura told her anything about us? I didn't think that was possible, or Megan would have freaked out.

"Umm, I don' think getting sex advice from Laura is a very good idea," I stammered.

"Okay, Dad, Can I go to bed now?"

"Okay, hon. I guess we can talk some other other time. If you want, I mean. I won't force you to sit through a boring lecture. Just... well...," I felt my face growing even redder, "just be careful, okay?"

"Okay Dad. I promise. I'll let you know before I let anybody get past second base."

For a second I thought she was serious, then I saw the smile on her face and knew she was just teasing her way through my embarrassment.

I pulled the sheets back for her, something I hadn't done in years. She crawled in and I gave her a goodnight kiss and hug. She looked so cute lying there surrounded by her stuffed animals. I savored the sight for a moment, forcing himself to see my stepdaughter for what she really was; an attractive young lady, quickly blooming into a teenager that the boys were soon going to be interested in. Hell, I corrected myself, they already are.

For a brief instant, the dark Rick, the one who had fucked Megan's best friend a few weeks earlier, emerged and my imagination began concocting some dangerous images of me and my stepdaughter. I mentally slapped myself, and quickly headed for the door.

Just as I was closing it, her voice stopped me. "Oh, Dad, speaking of Laura, she's coming over Saturday to spend the night."

That had become such a normal occurrence that Megan hadn't even bother to ask permission this time. I still hadn't been able to come up with any plausible reason to convince her to stay away from her best friend. "Okay," I said, feeling anything but okay about the prospect of my preteen lover spending the night in our house again.

I didn't know if I was more worried about Laura trying something stupid like crawling into my bed after Megan fell asleep, or the prospect of the girls having a down-and-dirty discussion about sex. One thing I was sure of, I didn't want Megan getting any sex advice from Laura.

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When Susan brought Laura over on Saturday, things started to get strange right away. As the girls headed down the hall to Megan's room, already babbling about what they wanted to do that weekend, Susan gave me a sly smile.

"You should have invited me to spend the night too," she teased. "We could have had quite a party."

"Yeah, I don't know why I didn't think about that," I snarled.

"Maybe next time," she replied. Before I could stop her, Susan grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down to hers, giving me a quick but erotic kiss before she left.

As usual, the girls spent most of the afternoon and evening in Megan's room. This time though, they kept the door closed. I started to make a point of it, but decided to let it go. Wanting privacy was becoming a big issue for Megan lately, and I was trying to pretend that Laura wasn't there at all, so having them out of sight worked for me.

The girls emerged long enough to eat supper, then disappeared again. I was beginning to wonder just what they were up to, but was still reluctant to interrupt. A couple hours later, Megan came out alone, and sat next to me. She didn't say anything, but I knew something was on her mind.

"What's up,honey?"

"Dad, remember the other day, when you tried to talk to me about boys and stuff?" Megan asked.

"Yeah?"

"And I told you I'd rather ask Laura about it? Well, I did."

I felt sweat beading on my forehead. "And?"

"She told me that sex is a lot of fun, with the right person."

"It is, sweetie, and the right time. When you are old enough, and mature enough, and you find someone you really love...."

"Come on, Dad. I know that sometimes people just like to have sex, and love doesn't have to have anything to do with it."

Megan looked up and smiled at me. She still looked like the little girl I had grown to love over the last few years, which is why what she said next was such a shock.

"Dad, I think I'm ready to try sex, at least a little bit of it. Billy... I told you he likes me... and he wants me to kiss him ... and..."

I put my hand up to stop her. Even though it was obvious that Megan really wanted to dump everything about her and Billy into my lap, I wasn't ready for that much candor at one time. I could picture Laura instructing Megan on how to open up to me and tell me everything, then sitting back and enjoying my discomfort.

"You don't have to say any more," I told her. "All those thoughts are very normal for someone your age, but you have to use good judgment and not go too fast. Just a little bit of fooling around can lead to more serious things in a hurry, and I don't think you're ready for that."

"You mean babies and that stuff?" Megan asked.

"That's part of it, yeah. I don't think really think this kid Billy is as ready for sex as he thinks he is either. Sounds like his hormones are out of control, and that can be dangerous. Remember, I used to be a teenaged boy too. He may think he's a man, just because he gets erections when he is around you..."

"Dad!" Megan squealed.

"Sorry, kiddo, but if you're going to act like an adult, it's time I talked to you like one. Look, all I'm trying to say is that you've got your whole life ahead of you, and I don't think you should be in that much of a hurry. Just stick to holding hands and maybe some light kissing for now, okay?"

Megan was silent for a moment, considering my recommendation. Just when I began to think that I had dodged a bullet, and she was going to accept my advice, she shocked me even more. "Laura told me you would say something like that. She said that all parents say that, whether they mean it or not."

"I told you not to go to her for advice, right?"

"Look Dad, I know Laura has already been having sex. She told me all about it. So, why can't she give me advice?"

"Look, I'm not Laura's parent," I protested. "I don't know anything about how she has been raised. If Laura said she was going to jump off a cliff, would you want to jump too, just because you want to be like her?"

"That's really lame, Mr. M." I hadn;t heard Laura come up behind us. "Go ahead, Megan, tell him everything I told you."

Megan looked down, unable to look me in the eye while she dropped her next bombshell. "Dad, I know you had sex with Laura."

I felt like I had been slapped. I couldn't believe Laura had told her that. Apparently, Susan didn't know her daughter as well as she thought she did. I was amazed by how calm Megan was. The fact that I had made love to her best friend didn't seem to be any big deal to her.

"She told me all about it," Megan continued. "So, does that mean you think she is ready for sex, but I'm not? I thought you told me I was a lot more mature than she was."

My worst nightmare coming true. I was still surprised that my stepdaughter was even talking to me, but she had an even bigger surprise in store for me.

"I know I still have a lot to learn about sex and all that stuff, but Laura told me you are really good at it and would make a good teacher. Would you teach me everything you taught her about sex, please?"

I realized then that what Laura had told Megan wasn't exactly the truth. I hadn't needed to teach Laura much of anything.

"Honey, I really regret what I did with Laura."

"Then why did you do it?"

I sighed, trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable. "You know how some people have a weakness for alcohol, or gambling?"

"Like Uncle George?"

"Yeah, like that. Well, I have a weakness too, but mine is for young girls. I let myself lose my self control, and did something awful with Laura. But it was a one-time thing, and I've promised myself that nothing like that will ever happen again. And doing something like that with my own stepdaughter would be the worst thing of all."

"Ewww...I don't want to do actually do anything with you, Dad. All I want is watch you and Laura do it, so I can see what it's all about."

"Let me guess, this is your idea, right Laura?"

"Very good, Mr. M. You're hard to fool."

"So, Dad...?" Megan looked up at me.

"I still think it's a really bad idea."

"Would you rather she learned about sex from Billy or some other boy?" Laura chided.

"She doesn't have to learn anything yet, Laura. She's only thirteen."

"Uh-huh, and I'm like twenty-one?" my young mistress teased.

Laura leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Or do you want me to tell everybody what happened in my bedroom?"

I felt a chill at Laura's threat. I didn't doubt that she was capable of causing me lots of trouble if she wanted to. She wasn't sophisticated enough to think things all the way through, and realize that any accusations like that would cause just as much trouble for her mother as they would for me. She could easily set in motion events that could make both Megan and her wards of the state. But I had to respect the possibility that she would follow through if I denied her.

"Hey you two, stop keeping secrets," Megan laughed. "And stop talking about me like I'm not here."

"All right." I sighed, abandoning any more resistance. I had painted myself into this corer, and it was my problem to figure a way out. "Megan, if you are really sure you want this, then let's all sleep together in my bed tonight, and see what happens."

"All right!" Laura screamed, "I told you he was cool." She and Megan exchanged high-fives.

"Gee, it's gonna feel kinda weird being naked in front of you," Megan laughed.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I replied.

"Let's take a shower together," Laura suggested. "That way, we can all get used to being naked around each other."

"Even the shower in the master bath isn't big enough for that," I pointed out. "Somebody might lose an eye on an elbow."

"Ewww," Megan cried, "Don't be gross, Dad."

"But I bet there's room for Megan and me," the creative Laura said. "And you can watch."

"Yeah, Dad. Wouldn't you like to watch us take a shower?"

Megan said that without the taunting, naughty-little-girl tone that Laura might have used. She had no clue that watching my blossoming teenage daughter take a shower was a fantasy come true for me.

"Okay, let's do it. You guys go get started and I'll be in later."

Megan headed toward the bathroom. "We're all gonna sleep naked, right?"

"Of course," Laura laughed. "Even your stepdad is going to sleep in the raw. Ever seen him naked?"

"Gosh, no," Megan exclaimed. She seemed to be looking forward to the idea.

While the girls were in the bathroom, giggling like five-year-olds as they stripped each other, I was preparing the bedroom. I put fresh sheets on the bed, folded the blankets back, and got a couple of extra pillows from the guest room and threw them onto the bed. I turned off the overhead light and turned on one of the bedside lamps, giving the room a soft, reddish-orange glow. It looked like I was getting ready to have a girlfriend sleep over, I realized. I took off my clothes, hesitated, then put on a robe. I wasn't quite ready for Megan to see me totally nude yet.

"Come on, Mr. M," Laura called. "We're waiting for you."

The shower in the adjoining bathroom was a large walk-in model, one of the features that Serena had loved about the house. The girls had thoughtfully left the shower door open, so I had a good view. I sat on the edge of the tub, watching them playing like water sprites in the warm spray.

"Be careful," I warned, "don't get the floor too wet."

"Don't worry, Dad," Megan said, "we turned the nozzle toward the back wall. See?"

I hadn't noticed. My attention had been drawn to the sight of my stepdaughter's nude, glistening wet body. I had been trying to deny the fact that she was no longer a child, but now I was drinking in the vision of her emerging womanhood. It was ironic that Laura, the sexual active one, had a more childlike body - skinny legs, an almost flat bottom, and breasts barely visible in profile. Megan, the shy butterfly rapidly emerging from her cocoon, had the curves and swellings of a young woman a few years older than her age. Could I have been so blind in my fear of developing feelings toward her that I had missed her growing up before my eyes?

"Put your arms up and turn around," Laura ordered her friend.

"Are you gonna rob me?" Megan teased, but complied with the request. When she did so, Laura took a well-lathered washcloth and began scrubbing the blond girl, from her hairline all the way down to the small of her back. When she got to her butt, she rubbed each well-rounded cheek like a car buff polishing a prized possession. Then, without warning, she slid her hand down between Megan's thighs, and gave her sex a quick rub from behind.

"Laura," Megan protested, twisting to avoid her friend's inquisitive hand, "what are you doing?"

"Sorry," Laura mumbled. She finished lathering the back of Megan's legs, then ordered her to turn around. That gave me my first good look at my stepdaughter's nude body. Her breasts were considerably more developed than Laura's, but still needed no support, perched cutely on her chest like a pair of ripe peaches - just as invitingly pink, but without the fuzz. Her nipples were a slightly lighter shade of pink, almost indistinguishable from the color of her skin under the hot water. She didn't have much of a waist, but her hips still flared out slightly, hinting at her emerging femininity. Her pubic hair, the same golden hue as that on her head, was also more well developed than Laura's meager patch. The top of her virginal slit peeked out from beneath the small nest of curls protecting it. I felt my erection rising, almost against my will. That wasn't the first time that my prurient thoughts about Megan had led to me becoming hard, but this time I didn't have to hide it.

"Your turn," Megan declared, taking the rag from Laura.

Laura seemed eager to cooperate, spinning around and presenting her back to Megan's attention. Soon both girls were covered in a soapy coat of suds. They started tickling each other, which led me to reluctantly intervene. "Hey, no horseplay in the shower. We don't want anybody getting hurt."

"Yes sir," the girls replied in tandem.

I reached in and turned the spray back on, then backed out and closed the door to keep the floor dry while they rinsed. I laid out some towels, then went back into the bedroom to wait for my squeaky-clean bed-mates.

I kept the robe on, still feeling a little uneasy about exposing myself to the girls, especially my stepdaughter, with my cock rock hard. That wasn't the first thing I wanted Megan to see when they came into the bedroom and we began our night together.

I heard them turn on the hair dryer that I had never found the strength to throw away after Serena died. A few minutes later they came out, wrapped in towels, glowing like a pair of naughty angels. "Come on," I said softly, "let's just lie here for awhile and take it easy."

Laura, of course, did not hesitate. She dropped her towel, and jumped onto the bed, landing on her knees next to me. Megan was more circumspect. She carefully held her towel around her body as she slid onto the bed next to Laura, making her the meat in our erotic sandwich. Suddenly once again shy, she hid as much of her body from my gaze as the terrycloth would allow.

"Don't be chicken," Laura taunted, "go ahead and let your stepdad see your body. He already saw you in the shower, remember? And besides, I'll bet he's been peeking at you when you didn't know it for quite awhile. Am I right, Rick?"

"No, I've been very careful..." I began my denial, then realized that neither girl was paying attention to me. Laura had rolled over and was wrestling with Megan, trying to pull her towel away. When she began tickling her, Megan started giggling and the battle quickly ended. Laura triumphantly pulled the towel out from under Megan's body, despite her screams of protest.

"Whadda ya' think?" Laura asked me. "She's got the kind of body that boys and men like, right?"

Megan attempted to cover herself with her hands, then gave up and rolled over on her belly. I stared at her white, round, full bottom. A lifetime of surreptitious spying on nubile young ladies in public places had convinced me that young girls often had very nicely shaped butts, even before the rest of their bodies had begun to develop. The fact that the scrumptious bum I was looking at now belonged to my stepdaughter, the girl I had become to think of as my own flesh and blood, now seemed unimportant. It was just a beautiful ass that I wanted to play with. I wanted to reach over and run a hand lightly over her bottom, still a little pink from the hot shower, just to feel the cushiony softness of her girl flesh under my fingers, but Laura was still between us.

She was much too charged up to wait patiently while I explored the previously hidden parts of Megan's body. "Come on, Rick," Laura whined, "time for you to get naked too. I thought that was the deal."

With some reluctance, I complied with Laura's insistent request. I stood up, just long enough to let the robe slide off my shoulders onto the floor, then I rejoined the girls on the bed. Still feeling a bit embarrassed about exposing myself to Megan, I reached for a sheet, but Laura would not let me cover myself.

"Megan, check this out," Laura said, grabbing my cock. "Have you ever seen one this big before?

Megan, still lying face down, apparently just as embarrassed as I was, turned her head just long enough to take a peek. "No," she replied quietly. Her cheeks turned as pink as her butt as she turned her head away.

"You mean you haven't seen a man's penis before, or just not one this big?" Laura wasn't about to let her shy friend off the hook easily.

"I.. I've seen some," Megan whispered, "but not a full-grown one, like that."

I wondered just what she was talking about, but knew that moment was not the time to talk about her previous experience with male genitalia. Now that Megan had seen me with an erection, I began to feel more at ease at the whole situation. An important dividing line between innocent teasing and erotic frankness had been crossed. This was actually happening - in the next few minutes I was going to have sex with Laura again, and my stepdaughter was going to watch, and maybe even participate.

"Wanna touch it?" Laura asked, still holding onto my erect member like it was a toy she wanted to share.

"No!" Megan gasped. "I thought I was just gonna watch."

"That's right," I said, anxious to reemphasize that there were still some boundaries to what was about to happen. "Laura and I are just going to show you what sex is all about. It'll be kind of a show-and-tell lesson."

"Okay, okay," Laura sighed. "So, Mr. M, do you want me to give you a blow job?"

The idea of Laura performing oral sex on me, as intriguing as it was, and not something I would normally decline, was not something that I wanted Megan to observe. It was really strange how my moral boundaries were shifting almost second by second. The amorphous line between decency and depravity fighting for control in my conscience were steering me away from anything except straight, procreational intercourse. "No," I said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence that had followed Laura's offer. "Let's just have sex, nice and slow, like lovers."

"Lovers?" Megan asked. "Dad, are you in love with Laura?"

"No, silly," Laura jumped in. "He just means that he wants us to make out like some old married couple and not go all crazy. Right, Mr. M?"

"Yeah, I guess that's what I was trying to say."

Laura, still in a playful mood, rolled over on top of me and began raining kisses on my cheeks, forehead, and chin. "Oh darling," she drawled in exaggeratedly phony passion, "I love you so much, and I've been looking forward to our wedding night for so long. Now, please make love to me." She finished her performance by giving me a long, sloppy kiss on the mouth.

The first time Laura had kissed me, I had almost been repulsed by the idea, but now I accepted her challenge. My lips relaxed, and I allowed her tongue to press against mine.

"Ewww," Megan said in mock disgust. "That's really gross. Laura, that's my stepdad!"

Laura and I both smiled at the illogical nature of Megan's protest. If she found a little kiss upsetting, what was going to happen when we actually began performing intercourse in front of her?

"Geez, Meg, this IS part of sex." Laura told her. "I mean, you have to get warmed up, like stretching before a soccer game. It's called foreplay, right Mr. M?"

"Uh-huh," I muttered, making eye contact with my stepdaughter for the first time in several minutes. "We aren't animals, who can just start having sex when the female is ready. Humans need to get in the mood, both with their bodies and their heads."

"Here's another part of foreplay," Laura said, as if narrating an instructional video. She rolled over onto her back and pulled my hand toward her chest. "Play with my titties, da-a-r-r-r-ling."

She was really getting a kick out of playing the sophisticated bride. More role play, just like her mother. The thought crossed my mind that maybe she had a good idea. A wedding night fantasy might be the best way to handle the situation. I began gently kneading the soft swelling of one almost-nonexistent breast, until I felt her tiny nipple poking against my palm. I moved my attention to her other mound, this time tracing the outline of her small areola with my fingernail. That caused her to giggle, and complain, "That tickles."

I bent over her small body and placed my lips over the same cupcake-sized mound I had been tickling. I drew it into my mouth, and licked the tiny protuberance atop it with my tongue. Laura squirmed a little, but didn't say anything. Her hand pressed against the back of my head, holding me against her body. I reached down and ran one finger experimentally along the crease in her pubic mound. Inside, she was noticeably slick already, but I wanted to be sure she was good and ready before I attempted another entry into her small portal.

"Does having your titty sucked like that feel really good?" Megan asked.

"It sure does," Laura replied, still holding my mouth in place. "Come here, and I'll suck on yours a little so you can see."

"NO!" Megan practically screamed. "I'm not a lezzie."

"Come on, Megan," Laura chided, " you don't have to be gay to enjoy playing with another girl. Guys can't say anything like that, but for girls... well, it's just cute or somethin'. I don't know who made up the rules, but that's the way it is. Besides, it's not like I said I wanted to lick your cunt or anything really dirty like that."

The bluntness of Laura's words surprised me, but didn't seem to bother Megan. "Maybe you could do it," she suggested, her eyes aimed back down at the bed shyly, as if she wasn't quite ready to say such a daring thing to my face.

Maybe it was because she had called me by name, or perhaps it was just the heady, erotic atmosphere in the room, but I raised my head from Laura's body, looked at Megan, and whispered, "Come here."

For a second, Megan looked at me in wide-eyed shock, amazed that I had accepted her suggestion, then she quickly slid her body up against Laura's and rolled onto her side, offering her right breast to my waiting mouth.

Almost greedily, I put my lips over it, once again sucking as much soft, tender flesh between my lips as I could. That hadn't been much of a mouthful with Laura, but Megan's more mature, tennis-ball sized tit was more filling. I sucked gently, tasting the last residue of the soap the girls had been covered in earlier. I inhaled, and was reminded of that old nursery rhyme - Megan really did smell a little like sugar and spice. That's the aroma of innocence my conscience added, trying one last time to stop me from doing the inevitable.

I tried the nipple-tickling trick. Megan, apparently not as ticklish as her friend, didn't react with a wiggle or giggle as my tongue lapped her button. Instead she sighed softly, a genuine sound of delight that excited me more than anything else I had experienced so far that night.

"I told you so," I heard Laura say. I was still lying almost on top of her, and she had been observing patiently as I had turned my attention to her innocent friend. "Feels nice, don't it."

It was a statement of fact, not a question, and Megan didn't bother to answer it. Instead, she moved her body slightly to position her other breast in front of my face. As I sampled Megan's other treat, Laura began massaging my dick.

"Are we gonna do it now," she asked, pulling my cock toward her pudenda, her patience apparently at an end. I abandoned my stepdaughters cute boobs and positioned myself more comfortably between Laura's thighs. She was still holding my rod, pointing it right where she wanted it to be in case I was confused.

"All right," I whispered, turning my focus back to the girl lying under me. Megan got the hint, and scooted back a couple feet to give us room. She leaned forward, focused on the events taking place in front of her like a scientist watching a daring experiment.

I got on my knees between Laura's legs as she opened her thighs even further to received my intrusion. I leaned forward, and rubbed my cock against her pussy one more time, to pick up as much of her natural lubrication as I could. The combination of her secretions and my precum allowed the head of my shaft to slide effortlessly between her outer lips and settle against the tight opening to her honeypot. I knew it would only take a small thrust for me to once again feel her tight opening being spread apart by my erection.

"I still don't see how that thing is going in there," I heard Megan's voice. She was peering intently at the juncture between Laura's body and my erect penis.

"Com on, get real," Laura laughed. "Babies come out of there. It's really stretchy."

I tried to ignore the distraction of the girls' chatting, and slowly pressed my cock into Laura's waiting vagina. As I eased forward, gradually increasing the depth of my penetration, Laura moaned - a wonderful sound to my ears. I was supporting myself on straight arms, my pelvis and penis the only parts of my body touching her. It was not a very comfortable position, but I wanted to give Megan as good a view as I could of the way our bodies were merging. With my weight not pinning her down, Laura began moving her hips in a quick, insistent rhythm against my body. My manhood was slipping into and out of the young girl's body without me having to move at all. It was a unique and wonderful feeling, almost as if she were jacking me off with her pussy.

I looked over and saw Megan still watching intently. One of her hands was buried between her thighs, absentmindedly stroking her own mound as she watched her friend's vagina being stretched and filled.

Laura's eyes were closed as she concentrated on pursuing her own pleasure. Her movements became even more frantic as her excitement grew. My arms grew tired, so I settled back on my haunches. I pulled Laura's body up onto my lap, still letting her do most of the work. From that angle I had an excellent view of my turgid tool, now shining with Laura's aromatic secretions, disappeared and reappeared from between her tight inner lips again and again.

She wrapped her skinny legs around my waist, and pulled me back down on top of her. My prick slid all the way into her then. I stopped there, waiting for her body to adjust to the feeling of having my full length and breath inside her. I began to thrust slowly, and a few seconds later her body stiffened and her moans turned to cries of passion.

"Oh God...oh yes... yes, Mr. M, that's it... don't stop... not yet."

Those tantalizing words still seemed strange coming from the mouth of a girl who should have been more interested in boy bands than fucking, but it stirred my libido to even greater heights. Abandoning all of my former caution, I began thrusting myself roughly against Laura's bony pelvis, as she continued to encourage me with words I usually heard coming from a porn star. "Come on ... fuck me ... harder ... damn ... oh god, Rick, more, more ...," she pleaded.

I forgot about Megan and bowed to my young lover's commands - plunging my length into her again and again. Laura's pure animal sexuality matched that of any grown woman I had ever been with. Her small frame seemed magically to be capable of accommodating all of my swollen tool with no discomfort. With that last worry out of my mind, I began to concentrate on bringing about my own orgasm.

I buried my head in a pillow beside Laura's head and forgot everything else for a few seconds, as a series of clenching spasms thrust my seed deeply into Laura's welcoming body again. The intensity of my orgasm, after all that had led up to it, left me weak and dizzy. I collapsed on top of her, causing a grunt of protest.

"Hey, I can't breathe."

"Don't smoosh her," Megan pleaded.

Recovering quickly, I pushed himself off Laura's skinny body and rolled over on my back next to her. "Don't worry," she said to Megan, "he really wasn't crushing me."

"How... how did it feel?" Megan asked.

"Amazing," Laura sighed. "Your stepdad is a really good lover. You really should let him do it you sometime. You don't know what you're missing."

I expected Megan to react with one of her typical "Eww, that's gross" comments, but after a few seconds of silent contemplation, I was surprised to hear her say, "I think I'd like that. Can you do it to me, right now?"

There it was - the final taboo, making love to my thirteen-year-old stepdaughter - and she was the one suggesting it. Was that what I really wanted? I had already crashed through some significant barriers that evening; seeing her naked, touching her body, sucking her breasts, performing sex in front of her - would taking her virginity be such a big step?

"Don't be silly," the more experienced Laura said. "Guys need some time to recover. I think their balls have to make more baby stuff or somethin'. You can't have sex again right now, can you Mr. M.?"

Laura had apparently forgotten about my double-header matinee with her and her mother, or maybe she felt a tinge of jealousy when it came to my body. Either way, I was grateful that she had come to my rescue.

"Laura's right," I told Megan, "My body probably isn't ready for more sex right now. Let's just relax for awhile, then get some sleep."

What I didn't tell the girls was that just thinking about screwing the luscious blond angel lying nude next to me, the one I had been secretly craving for so long, was already reducing my recovery time. Just looking at Megan's pleasingly proportioned body was beginning to make my cock twitch. I wanted very much to make love to Megan, but not with Laura around.

"I'm thirsty," I said, as I pulled my robe on over my once again semi-erect tool. "Anybody else want a drink?"

"Yeah, I'll have a beer," Laura grinned.

"I was thinking water," I replied.

"What's wrong, Rick, afraid of corrupting the morals of minors?" Laura teased.

"Out of the mouths of babes," I muttered as I headed for the kitchen.

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Later, after we had sated our thirsts and calmed down, we curled up under the covers, for some well-earned rest. You might think that with one warm, nubile body on each side of me, I would fall asleep easily, with visions of young bosoms and bottoms dancing in my head. Alas, I was forced to sleep on my back, something I usually never did, which made it hard to go to sleep. It didn't help that Laura slept like she did everything else, with lots of excess energy. She tossed and turned, and somehow seemed to fill more than half of the large bed with her skinny body. Each time I felt like I was about to drop off, an arm or leg from the restless girl would whack me in the face or groin. Somehow, probably due to exhaustion, I managed to fall asleep.

I awoke sometime in the middle of the night. I was still on my back, and forgetting that I wasn't alone that night, attempted to roll over into a more comfortable position. That proved to be difficult, because Laura, still sound asleep, had a firm grip on my dick. She really seemed to be fond of that part of my body. I eased her hand away as carefully as I could, afraid that if I woke her, she would be horny and I would be unable to resist sampling her charms again. I guess there are worse fates, but at that moment I just wanted to go back to sleep.

Once I freed myself from Laura's hold, I rolled over, now facing Megan. I managed to find enough space between the girls' warm bodies to finally curl up into a fetal position and drop off into the rem sleep my body so badly needed.

The next time I woke up it was light outside, and I found myself spooning my naked stepdaughter. My arm was lying across her breasts and my belly was pressed against her bottom, a position that I had frequently found myself with Serena. On weekend mornings, that had usually led to gentle, early morning sex.

I was pretty sure Megan was still asleep, but I could feel her hard nipple poking into my hand as it rested over her breast. My dick, now fully recovered and once again rock hard, seemed to have found a very comfortable resting place between her warm thighs. In my semi-conscious state, I almost forgot myself and began to press the tip of my shaft into the soft labia it was pointing at. Fortunately, by then I was awake enough to remember that the body wrapped up in my arms was Megan's, and not my late wife. I eased myself out of bed, and left the girls snuggling under the covers while I went to fix breakfast.

The smell of bacon and pancakes soon brought them out, wide awake and full of energy. They were still a year or two away from the normal sleep-all-weekend slothfulness that I remembered from my youth. I was glad to see that they had dressed before coming out. I had been dreading facing them in the harsh reality of morning, and if they had been nude it would have been even worse, almost like rubbing my sins in my face.

Not only were they dressed like it was a normal Sunday morning, but they both acted like nothing unusual had happened. It was as if they had adapted a 'what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom' attitude. When Susan came to pick Laura up, she was in a hurry, which spared me any uncomfortable 'how did things go last night' questions.

For the next several days, Megan continued to act as if nothing unusual had occurred. I resisted the urge to ask her if there was anything she wanted to talk about. It was like neither one of us wanted to be the first one to bring up the elephant in the room. She didn't mention Laura either, and I wondered if our wild night had caused the girls to have some kind of argument. Maybe my suspicious that Laura might be a little jealous had some merit.

Chapter 6: The Last Taboo

The unreal nothing-really-happened atmosphere ennded on a quiet Friday evening. I had been watching an old war movie on TV while Megan was working on a school project. When she finished, she took a shower, then came and sat next to me. I noticed that she was wearing one of her mother's robes, a sleek, silky Victoria's Secret special that I had bought as a Christmas present. I hadn't seen it in years. I was a little surprised to see that it fit Megan so well - just another reminder that my "little girl" was growing up.

"Where did you find that?" I asked.

"In Mom's closet Are you mad?"

"No, sweetie, just surprised."

"Does it look good on me?"

"Yes, you look very grown up tonight."

"I found this too," she said, as she slowly opened the robe.

I gulped when I saw Megan was wearing the sexy red teddy I had bought Serena as a Valentine's Day present. It featured nipple cutouts and crotchless panties. We had both laughed when she opened it, but the sex that night had been memorable. Now, with Megan's pink areolea peeking through the "titty holes", as Serena had called them, I felt a strange combination of yearning for the return of the love of my life, and a flood of erotic desire for the young girl now sitting next to me.

Megan stood up, and with a lot more self-confidence than she had ever shown before, slipped the robe off and let it drop to the floor at her feet. She did a slow pirouette, like a lingerie model, or a stripper in a mens' club.

"Well?" she asked, prodding for my reaction.

"What's this all about?" .

"You don't know? I'm trying to tell you that I'm ready. I want you to do me, tonight. I've been trying not to think about it too much, but I can't help it. It looked like you and Laura had such a good time that I finally decided I want to try it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Come on Rick, play dirty with me. You played dirty with Laura, now you can play dirty with me."

I was startled to hear Megan use Susan's words, but figured it was just something she had heard Laura say. I was still trying to cope with Megan's plea when she impatiently increased the intensity of her sales pitch.

She stepped forward and straddled my lap as I sat on the sofa, stunned. With one leg on each side of mine, she pushed her hips forward, causing her blond-haired pudenda to project out of the obscenely naughty slit in the red silk panties. She took my hand, like a nurse aiding a blind man, and guided it to her exposed mound. "Don't you want to touch me?" she whispered, sounding way too mature for a thirteen-year-old.

"Not here," I whispered. I put my arms around her waist and carefully got to my feet. I held her tightly against my body as she wrapped her legs around my waist. In that somewhat awkward position I managed to carry her down the hall and into my bedroom. I lowered her slowly onto the bed, and began undressing.

When I was nude, I turned and looked at her. The girl who had seemed so eager to become a woman a moment ago now seemed uncertain. "Are you sure?" I asked again.

She nodded a hesitant yes. Her body language was signaling the tension and fright that she was trying to hide with a weak half-smile. She was lying on her back, her arms at her sides and her legs held tightly together. Her respiration was quick and shallow, almost as if she was going into shock. It almost made me stop, but the pent-up passion and illicit desire that Laura and Susan had uncorked were too strong to resist.

All of my moral and ethical concerns had been pushed deep into my psyche, which left just the mundane mechanical details of the act itself to be resolved. Just how was I supposed to go about taking my stepdaughter's cherry? Missionary maybe, with her hips on the edge of the bed, like I had done with Laura? Or would it be better to let her be on top? Finally I decided I was thinking too much. I've made love to lots of women, I reminded myself, use that experience.

I stretched out on my side next to her and drew her into my arms. For a couple of moments I just held her, feeling her heart beating against my chest. I ran my hands through her hair, petting her like a stray kitten I had just befriended. She gradually began to relax. I almost kissed her, but stopped myself just before my lips touched hers. I wanted her first time to be as pleasant and nice as I could make it, but I didn't want to go so far as to make it seem like a romantic moment.

Instead of a real kiss, I pressed my lips against her forehead, like I did every night when I kissed her goodnight. Unlike those times though, on this night my hand had found it's way to her breasts. I began gently rolling one turgid nipple, peeking out of the naughty negligee, against my palm. Megan responded with a quiet moan, so I repeated the same caress on the other side.

I felt her hand moving down between our bodies, awkwardly fumbling until she found my erection. She grasped it, as possessively as Laura had. She didn't seem to know what else to do with it, which was somehow a relief. If she had shown some skill in handling a cock, I would have been more concerned about what she and her sort-of boyfriend Billy had been doing. It was a strange moral position I found himself in - willing to accept the fact that it was perfectly all right for me to have intercourse with my stepdaughter, but still uncomfortable with the idea that she might be playing spank-the-monkey with boys her own age. With what I hoped was instinct, or luck, her hand began to move over the tight skin of my manhood with some skill.

Still sucking her breasts like a hungry puppy, I let my hand slide down her back, coming to rest on her firm butt. For a few seconds, I was content to just let my hand rub that previously forbidden part of her body, enjoying the smooth feel of her tender skin. My own passion growing, I moved my hand to the front of her body. My fingers gently brushed through her pubic hair before coming to rest on top of her mons. My finger lightly grazed the top part of her slit, then I hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

Normally at this point in foreplay I might very well have moved down between my partner's legs and performed cunnilingus, but I was afraid that might freak out my inexperienced partner. If it had been Laura in my bed, I might very well have been tempted to sample that honeypot, but I was trying to be very careful about taking Megan too far, too fast.

Instead, I began carefully exploring the slight gap between her outer lips with my inquisitive index finger. I felt a slight dampness there, but knew she was a long way from being ready for her first penetration. I slid my hand out from between our bodies long enough to lick my finger, then resumed my digital stimulation. This time, I blindly began searching for her clit. It was hard to find, but even the act of trying to find it seemed to bring desirable results. Megan's quiet moans gave way to louder, more demonstrative groans. I felt her hand move away from my stiff tool as her attention was drawn toward her own pleasure. Her hips began to move slightly as I continued to move my finger in a spiral pattern along the top part of her crease, still seeking her elusive love button.

At last I felt a bump in her tender tissue, as her shy clit finally emerged in response to my efforts. I looked up at her, eyes tightly closed and mouth open as she panted in her growing excitement. I carefully teased the skin around her tiny button, not sure yet if she was one of those females who liked that part of their body stimulated directly, or preferred pressure on the surrounding tissue.

"Gee," Megan whispered, "that really feels good."

"I know sweetie," I reassured her. We were still lying face-to-face, and my hand was beginning to cramp up. "Roll over," I said.

Megan complied, lying on her back. I pushed her legs apart with a gentle motion, then resumed massaging her labia. Now that I was in a more comfortable position, I got more creative. I used two fingers to squeeze her puffy outer lips, rubbing them against each other in a way I hoped would bring some indirect stimulation to her clitoris. As I hovered over her body, I was again tempted to give her a lovers' kiss, but that strange barrier between what I considered okay and what wasn't still existed in my somewhat tortured conscience.

I slipped one finger along the interior of her girlish slit, this time detecting an encouraging amount of moisture. Memories of how I had awakened on that first morning we had shared a bed helped me decided on how I was going to go about penetrating her ripening body for the first time.

"Turn on your side," I told her. "No, the other way, with your back to me."

Megan finally understood what I was trying to do, and soon her plump white rear was pressing against my body. I took a moment to reach into the drawer of my bedside table, and deftly removed a condom that I had placed there days ago in case it was ever needed.

Megan asked what I was doing, and I encouraged her to watch as I opened the foil and rolled it onto my erection.

"You know why I'm doing this, right?" I asked.

"Sure," she smiled, "you don't want me getting pregnant."

"So, if at any time in the future, you ever find yourself... uh... in a situation like this with a young man... say in about ten years or so ...."

"I get it, no rubber, no sex." She put her hand on my shaft as I finished. "Gosh, it feels kinda weird, all gooey."

"That's lubrication," I explained, "to make it easier for me to.... " I found it surprisingly hard to talk to her about the actual act we were about to engage in. I was sure my cheeks were glowing bright red. I'm acting like a teenager about to get his first piece of ass, I thought.

When I was properly protected, we resumed our spooning. I put an arm over her shoulder and gently grasped her breasts, drawing her warm body even closer to mine. My slippery shaft slid between her thighs. Instinctively, she raised her leg a little, giving me more room to maneuver my hips closer to her, so that my latex-covered manhood was pressed tightly against her pussy lips.

I pushed experimentally, not sure how much effort it would take. I had only deflowered one other girls in my life, and that had been a very amateurish attempt in the backseat of my dad's car when I was sixteen, an experience that left both of us feeling unhappy.

My first effort ended with my cock sliding away from the target. I tried again, and this time it felt like I had made a little progress. But when I pushed harder, again her barrier rejected my intrusion.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's normal for the first time to be a little tricky. Let's try another way."

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Get on top of me," I explained as I rolled onto my back. I had decided that the best thing I could do was to let Megan control what was happening. She certainly had a better idea of whether what we were doing was painful, and if so, how much she was willing to take.

Megan seemed to be confused about what I wanted her to do.

"Just put your legs over me, like you're riding a horse," I explained.

"Like this?" She put her knees on either side of my thighs, and held my cock like a saddle horn.

"Not quiet," I said, smiling at her. "You need to scoot forward a little bit ... yeah, that better ... now raise up a little ... put your pussy right over my ... my cock." Even at that very intimate moment I found it difficult to use words like that around the girl I had been trying so hard to protect for the last six years.

Gradually Megan got her body in the right position.

"What if I put it in the wrong place?" she asked.

"I wouldn't worry about that. You'll know if its going in right, and you are in control, so you can stop if you want to."

Just when I thought she had everything lined up right and was about to push down and deflower herself on my manhood, she stopped. "Is this going to hurt much?"

I couldn't lie to her, like I had that poor girl in the backseat of my dad's Plymouth that night.

"Maybe a little, like scrapping your knee on a sidewalk."

She was still hesitant, and I was about to tell her not to worry about it, that we didn't have to go all the way that night, but before I could open my mouth Megan slid her knees a little further apart, which lowered her body down down to the point where I knew it was too late. I could almost feel the tearing of tissue as my penis pushed through her barrier and was gradually absorbed into Megan's warmth.

She didn't cry out or say anything, but I could see discomfort in her face. As I watched carefully for any further reaction, her eyes popped open and she grinned.

"That wasn't so bad," she said, "no big deal. But I am glad it only happens that way once, right?"

"Right. At least I've never heard of a hymen growing back."

So there it was, after all the angst and worry and uncertainty, the actual act of deflowering my stepdaughter had turned out to be "no big deal". Now that that annoying membrane was out of the way, Megan began enjoying herself. I watched in amazement as she slowly lowered herself onto my manhood until her hips were resting on mine. I looked down and all I could see was the root of my cock emerging from my pubic hair and disappearing between her outer lips. I'm not exactly built like a porn star, but I was still surprised, and relieved, that she had accepted all I had to offer with very little discomfort. It looked like my goal of this being a very positive experience for her was realistic.

She seemed to be lost in a world of her own. Her eyes were shut again, her mouth frozen in an expression somewhere between pain and pleasure. Still without saying a word, she lowered herself onto my chest as if going to sleep. I wrapped my arms around her. "Are you all right, kitten?"

"I think so," she sighed. "But... what should I do now?"

"You don't have to do anything. Let's just lie here for a moment while you get used to the feeling of having me inside you."

"I think I'm okay," she said. "It feels a little weird, having something in there, but not bad. Shouldn't I be bleeding or something?"

"I guess we should check," I said. "Get off for a sec."

Her face registered a little pain as my cock pulled out of her newly-opened portal, but fortunately she turned out to be one of those girls whose defloration was not accompanied by a lot of drama. There was some blood on my dick, and a few spots between her legs, but nothing too severe. I went to the bathroom and brought back a warm, damp cloth for Megan to use while I cleaned myself.

It wasn't long before she was ready for more. "Let's do it like you and Laura did, you know, with you on top of me."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. I kinda just want to relax and watch you make love to me."

As common as that expression is, hearing Megan use the "L" word was kind of a shock. Had there been anything other than just sexual curiosity behind her desire to have sex with me? Had she been hiding her true feelings? And what of my own emotions, had my desire to have her in my bed sprung from more than just lust?

"All right," I agreed.

She crawled back onto the bed, lying on her back, with an inviting grin on her face, her legs already spread invitingly. She was already learning how to act like a grown-up in the bedroom. My erection, which had wilted somewhat during our cleanup operation, was quickly restored by the sight of that blond cutie offering herself up to me. I settled down between her thighs, and eased my cock back into her waiting warmth.

She let out a slight squeak of discomfort when my penis first stretched her vaginal opening again, but a quick movement of her pelvis back toward my body showed that she was ready for more.

I lowered myself carefully down over her body, trying to keep my weight off of her. I was surprised by how much the feel of her body beneath mine reminded me of Serena. Megan was about the same height, her breasts were about the same size, and even the way her thighs automatically wrapped around my waist all felt very familiar. Once again, I almost kissed her, but that still seemed wrong, even though I had just taken her virginity.

Instead I buried my head in the pillow next to her, and let my hips begin a slow, sensual movement - one that Serena had really enjoyed.

There truly must be a lot of Serena in her daughter, because after a few moments of quiet lovemaking, Megan began to respond in a way eerily similar to the way my late wife might have.

She began moaning softly in my ear, then her hips rose slightly off the bed in response to my movements. Serena usually had quiet orgasms, so much so that I often had to ask if she had enjoyed herself, so I wasn't sure if Megan's actions indicated that she was approaching a climax, or she just trying to imitate what she had seen Laura do. I was so inexperienced at this that I wasn't even sure if a girl who had just been deflowered was actually capable of reaching a sexual peak so easily.

There was nothing about her behavior that seemed to indicate that she wanted me to stop, or that she was uncomfortable with the feel of my hard cock thrusting inside her. I picked up the pace a little, and she continued to respond in kind. Soon, our sweaty bodies were sliding against each other as our pleasure grew together.

Megan had said that she wanted to watch me make love to her, and when I looked at her face, her eyes were wide-open, watching me closely.

"I feel funny," she whispered, "but good funny. Kinda like being tickled, but liking it. Does that make sense?"

"Yes it does. Your body is responding like it should. I think you are about to have an orgasm. Do you know what that is?"

"Yeah," she said, a slight blush on her cheeks. "I ... I've ... uh, kinda done things by myself ... and ...."

This time I didn't hesitate. I stopped her awkward confession by kissing her on the lips, like adults making love, not like father and daughter. I really wanted her to have an amazing conclusion to her first sex act, so I began doing something that had always worked with Serena.

I pulled almost all the way out, then began some very shallow strokes, just teasing her tight opening with the head of my dick. At the same time, I reached down and began massaging her clit with my thumb. To my delight, and relief, it only took a few seconds of that special treatment to bring about the result I was seeking.

Megan raised her legs, pulling her knees up toward her chest, and began making a noise in her throat that reminded me of a content cat purr. I stopped my hips for a moment, and concentrated on my clit massage. That did it. She began moving under me, at first almost as if trying to escape, then with a quick motion of her hips drawing my cock back into her body, all the way to the root.

Like her mother, there were no loud gasps or exclamations, but I had no doubt that her pleasure had peaked. Not just her face was blushing now, her neck and upper chest also exhibited a wonderful pink glow.

I stayed still, my manhood still buried deep inside her, afraid any movement would break the spell. Finally, her legs relaxed and plopped back down on the bed, and she sighed, "Darn, that was really good. I guess that's why people like sex so much, right?"

"I guess so, sweetie," I whispered in her ear. We kissed again, and I felt none of the discomfort that I had before - at that moment she really was my lover.

I rolled onto my side, bringing her with me, with my erect member still in the tight grip of her now very wet woman parts. I held her in my arms, still rejoicing at how well things had gone. As we wound down, I eased my cock out of her still tight entrance, and began rolling the condom off.

"Ewww," Megan groaned, "that look gross. Did all that come from me?"

"Some of it is what was on the condom, and some is secretions from your vagina. That's perfectly natural. It's the stuff that makes it easy for my thing to go in and out without too much friction."

"Geez, don't you think it's time you stopped calling it your thing? I'm a big girl now, you can use adult words."

"Okay, how about my hot dog. Is that all right?"

"Now you're making fun of me," she said, poking me in the ribs. "Hey, you're still hard. I thought men, you know, after they shoot their stuff ... they get soft."

"I didn't have an orgasm."

"Why? Is there something wrong with me? Was I too tight? Did it hurt you?"

"No, sweetie, nothing like that. Let's just say that tonight was all about you. I really wanted you to enjoy your first experience, and if I had finished too soon, that might not have happened."

"So, what do we do now? Won't your balls hurt or something if you don't, you know, empty them?"

I laughed. "Don't worry, I'll be all right."

She snuggled her head against my chest, and said, "Do you want me to give you a hand job?"

"Who told you ..."

"Rick, I'm thirteen, not six. I know what a hand job is. So, do you want one not?"

What little bit of decency left inside me should have said no, but my dick was still rock-hard, and she had been the one to volunteer. "Do you know how?"

"Not really, but you can teach me, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

She sat up next to me, a pupil anxious to learn. "Okay, how do I start?"

"Well, first, grab the hot dog and put some mustard on it."

'Rick, stop! Come on now, I really want to do this right."

I probably should have asked Megan why it was so important to her that she learn how to give a good hand job, but I let that one pass.

"It's pretty simple," I explained, "just take hold of it and start moving your hand up and down."

"Like this?"

I probably should have been more careful with my instructions. "Ow, take it easy. Not so tight, and don't yank on it."

"Sorry, but you said ..."

"Okay, lets start over. First, I'm gonna do something that might gross you out." I drooled some saliva into my hand and began spreading it over the head of my dick.

"Can I help?" Megan asked.

When I nodded, she started enthusiastically adding her own spit to mine. She had an expression of glee on her face, like a kid that has been told it's okay to play in the mud. "Is that enough?" she asked.

If we had been in the sun, I'm sure my shaft would have been glistening like a blade of grass covered in morning dew. She had really enjoyed spitting on me. I may have just made a woman out of her, but there was still a lot of kid in Megan also.

"That should be good. Now, wrap your hand around it, but don't grab it like it's something that wants to get away. Yeah, that's better. Now start moving your hand up and down."

"Gosh, it's slippery."

"That's the idea. Oh Megan, now you've got it. That feels wonderful." I wasn't lying, she really had found the magic touch on her second attempt. Adding to my enjoyment was watching the expression on her face as she worked over me.

"There's stuff coming out," she observed. "Is that it? Is that cum?"

My balls were throbbing, wanting to release the sap that had been gathering there for the last hour or so, but I had to pause for one more lesson. "No, sweetie, that's called precum. It means I'm almost there though, so don't stop. Go faster now. Yeah ... uh-huh ... oh crap ... a little more ..."

"What's gonna happen when you ... when it ...?"

"Don't worry," I said, smiling at her. "It's not going to explode or anything. Things might get a little messy, but nothing that can't be cleaned up."

I didn't have to encourage her any more. She had the idea. She wasn't even holding me now, just rubbing her palm rapidly over the most sensitive part of my manhood. It was surprisingly similar to how I used to masturbate when I had first discovered the joy of self-stimulation. And just like it had when I was twelve, that simple touch seemed to draw the semen out of my body with even more power than a normal climax. I had lied to her, but not intentionally. Her inexperienced manipulation, combined with the pent-up energy from my defloration efforts, led to a rather dramatic orgasm.

My man stuff shot out, the first blast landing on my chest, followed closely be a second spasm that went almost as far. I felt like I was that horny twelve-year-old again.

"Gosh," Megan gasped, her hand coated with my ejaculate, "that's a lot."

"Don't stop," I urged. Luckily for me, she wasn't too grossed out by having my cum all over her hand, and kept on stroking until my balls were truly drained, and my penis went into that over-sensitive state that sometimes follows a successful conclusion.

I just barely had enough strength to stop her. "That's enough," I said weakly. "You did great."

"Really? I mean, it sure looked like you had a good time. Did you?"

"God yes, Megan. This whole night has been a wonderful experience. How do you feel?"

"Like a woman," she said with a smile.

Chapter 7: One Big Horny Family

The next morning we both tried to act like nothing special had occurred. After breakfast, I read the Sunday paper, while Megan read one of those "Twilight" books that were her current obsession. Finally, I knew had to talk to her.

"You know," I started, getting right to the point, like we had already been discussing it, "that what we did was very wrong, and could get me in a lot of trouble if anyone found out."

"Dad, I know. I'm not stupid."

Apparently when the sun had come up I had gone back to being 'Dad'. "I know you're not, sweetie, but sometimes when you are talking with your friends, things can slip out, and ..."

"You're talking about Laura, right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess she's the most likely one you would tell."

"And I really don't know how I can't tell her. I mean, we do have kind of a special thing going on, right?"

I knew she was right. Whatever 'thing' we had was not just special, it was weird, and troubling. I decided I was probably wasting my time by telling Megan to be careful. I had to give her credit for having enough common sense to know when to keep her mouth shut.

"There is something else I need to talk to you about."

"What?"

"Just because we ... I mean now that you are ... I don't want you to think ..." I was floundering, but Megan came to my rescue.

"Relax, Dad. I don't plan on going out and having sex with all the boys in the eighth grade. In fact, the idea of doing anything like that with someone my own age, even Billy, is kinda gross. I mean, I know they won't have a clue what to do. And I don't want to get a slutty reputation even before I get to high school."

She walked over to me, pushed the newspaper out of my hands, and sat in my lap. "There is something you can do to help me, though," she said, in what I assumed she thought was a sexy voice.

"What's that?"

"Keep me happy, right here at home."

She bent forward, and we kissed, something that I was becoming way too comfortable with. "I'll see what I can do," I mumbled.

For the next couple of months, Megan slept with me at least one night a week, usually Saturday. That seemed to be enough to keep her satisfied, and me also. Susan called a couple of times, trying to set up more play dates, but I made excuses to avoid hooking up with her again. Having Megan as a bed warmer was all I needed.

The relationship between Laura and Megan changed also. They still texted and talked on the phone a lot, but there weren't any more sleepovers. Either they had finally outgrown that practice, or Megan was feeling a little jealous, and didn't want to share my body with her friend.

I guess I was wrong about that. One evening, after Megan and Laura had been on the phone for a long time, even by teenage standards, my stepdaughter came to me with one of those 'I really want something' expressions on her face.

"Dad, guess what."

"Uh, what, sweetie?"

"Saturday is Laura's fourteenth birthday."

"Oh, good for her."

"And we are going to help her celebrate."

"We?"

"Uh-huh. Here's the plan ...."

Megan explained what the girls had come up with, and I agreed. Saturday morning, we drove over to the Morgan's house, and the four of us went to the County Fair. The last time we had gone to the fair Megan had been eight. Since then I had suggested it a couple of times, but she hadn't been interested. Apparently Laura had talked her into it.

It turned out to be a good day. It gave me a chance to get to know Susan a little better, will all our clothes on, and the girls had a blast. Susan and I followed them around, close enough to be tapped for money if they needed it, but far enough away to give them their space. They tried all the rides and stuffed themselves with cotton candy and corn dogs.

It was easy to see that both girls were maturing rapidly. They were both wearing shorts, Megan's much shorter than Serena would ever have allowed, but Megan had convinced me that's what all the girls were wearing now. If the girls had dressed with the goal of attracting attention, it worked. Susan and I shared a grin as we noticed several young boys, and a few older ones, checking out our daughters. I realized I was entering the most uncomfortable time for a father raising a daughter, and I certainly hadn't helped things by introducing her to sex at such a young age.

When we got home, I cranked up the grill and threw some big T-bones on the fire. Susan and the girls took care of the baked potatoes and corn, and shortly we sat down to enjoy Laura's favorite meal. After the obligatory birthday cake, we headed into the living room to watch a DVD of Laura's favorite movie.

It had been quite a hectic day, and I impolitely fell asleep about twenty minutes into the teen angst saga. When I awoke, the TV was off, and the room was dark. There was a candle flickering on the coffee table, with a small note lying next to it.

"Come find us," it read. I recognized Megan's handwriting.

Still groggy, I stumbled down the hallway following the faint light coming from my bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and before I opened it I peeked in.

All three of my recent sexual partners were curled up in bed, watching something on TV. I pushed the door open a little more, to see what had their attention. It was a porn movie, and not the soft-core, late-night HBO kind. The couple on the screen were really going at it, with lots of genital closeups.

Laura was the first one to spot me. "Hi, Rick," she said, giving me one of her famous Laura grins, "come play dirty with us."

I did.