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Sugar and Spice
Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Story Codes: m/f oral, F/f, incest, romantic, first, drugs (marijuana)
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Sugar and Spice
Fiction by Rachael
“Rachael? Are you ready?”
“Yeah Daddy.” I wasn’t ready at all and it was way too early, but he was excited. The way he was acting you’d think it was his first date ever. I just sat on the sofa; sprawled more like, watching Brittany Spears commit fake suicide…Wouldn’t she ever leave us alone?
“Rachael!” My Daddy fairly burst into the den, trying to fix his tie. “I thought you said you were ready!”
“I am.” I looked at him. My dad was in his forties and that’s pretty old I guess. My mom had been gone a long time and now Daddy had a girlfriend. I wasn’t exactly sure how I was supposed to feel about that. I’d been taking care of him ever since I can remember. “Here…” I frowned, getting up. “Let me see that.”
“Just wear something nice, okay? Please?” Daddy was talking while I worked his necktie. I don’t know what kind of a knot he’d had in mind, but what he had looked like it would moor a supertanker.
“Do I really have to go?” I asked for like the hundredth time. I already knew the answer.
“Yes.” Daddy smiled as he looked down, watching my nimble 13 year old fingers. “Janice invited both of us and she really wants you to meet Ryan.”
Janice was the woman’s name, obviously, and I’d met her before. She was tall, dyed her hair a little too blonde than she should, and had a nice figure for a 33 year old divorced mother of one. Her son was Ryan and he was 15 and, according to my dad, an all-around nice guy. Good for him.
I suppose things like this are inevitable. I mean, my Daddy didn’t want to spend his entire life alone, even if he had me. I think he waited until I was old enough before he started looking for a woman, but I would have preferred he waited just a little longer….like when I was 23 or something. Daddies don’t understand anything.
“There.” I stepped back. “You could tell her I was sick.” I told him optimistically. “We could go do something, just me and you.”
They weren’t even married, although I had little doubt that was coming. Introducing me to Ryan was the first step, bringing us together as a family. I’d seen one of my friends, Fiona, go through it all. It started with a little dinner and ended six months later with her mom walking down the aisle. Fiona had a brother and a sister now, siblings she’d never even imagined a year before.
“No, please Rachael? This is important to me, okay?” Daddy put his hands on my shoulders, giving me his puppy dog eyes. “Wear something nice, a dress, alright? It’ll be fun, you like Janice, right?”
I rolled my eyes. How could I possibly like her? She was trying to steal my dad! Bad enough she was everything I wasn’t. Blonde, blue eyed, big fat boobs that she shoved in Daddy’s face. I was a kid, skinny with no breasts at all, long wavy black hair that went everywhere if I didn’t tie it back. Narrow hip, small butt….I looked like a boy, I thought. Which was the biggest reason I didn’t cut my hair. I was 13 and my body was stuck, not a child’s, not a woman’s…just…stuck.
“Yeah…” I sighed, agreeing just to make him happy. “Since it’s so important.” I frowned and pulled away, leaving behind the unspoken conclusion that I was unimportant by comparison. I knew it would bother him. My Daddy says I have a lot more of my mom in me than just my looks. He also calls her a bitch sometimes, when he’s drinking beer with his friends and forgets I’m around. But that isn’t very often.
I wasn’t going to wear a dress; they were all too nice I judged. Just a skirt and a halter top, it was good enough. I wouldn’t say I looked bad like that, just…casual. Never mind that the skirt was an acid washed denim thing that was too short for my gangly teenage legs. My boobs weren’t growing, but my legs were. I was 5’3” already and I hoped I’d be about 5’10” by the time I was done….That would have been so awesome. I skipped my training bra, I’d decided that it was bringing me bad luck. When my period started the year before my breasts had puffed out overnight, and then they stopped. Just little mounds with soft pink nipples. My Aunt Jean bought me a bra, but after I started wearing it…nothing happened. So, I wasn’t wearing it anymore, I just grabbed my pink halter and pulled it on. Some sandals and a little lipstick, since Daddy hates that, and I was done.
Daddy gave me a little frown when he saw me, obviously expecting me to take this a little more serious than I was, but he didn’t say anything. It was getting late anyway, we were supposed to be at Janice’s house by four and it was already after three. We rode mostly in silence, except for the radio; I tuned it to preset number 6...Seattle’s best hip-hop! And Daddy shook his head. He likes public radio or whatever it is. Talk!
“Uh, Rachael…fix your skirt, would you?” I looked down and saw it had ridden up pretty high.
I always had trouble remembering to keep my knees together anyway and my pink panties were showing. I pulled my skirt back down, the way it should be, and pressed my legs together, the way a girl should. I expected my daddy to complain, the way he always does, but he didn’t say anything and that was when I really realized how preoccupied with this woman Janice he really was. I spread my legs and slouched then, not caring that the little swell of my immature sex was obvious, or even that the thin cotton material had caught in the tiny slit between my little girl lips. It served him right and I hoped it embarrassed him. I just stared out the window.
“Rachael! How nice to see you again! You’re so pretty!” Janice was all smiles and I let her give me the obligatory hug. She always told me how she wanted us to be friends. I was wondering how I’d ever be friends with her though, especially since her big boobs were practically falling out of that thin yellow sundress she was wearing. My Daddy’s eyes practically bugged out every time he looked at the woman.
“Hi.” I smiled, doing my best and the woman let me go. It was dad’s turn for a hug and a little kiss too, that got a little longer than I would have liked, although I’m sure they didn’t mind.
They made small talk, the usual meaningless things about how nice they both looked and how awful the traffic is, and isn’t it just wonderful, this Indian summer we were having…blah! I stood there, looking around like a tourist. The house was nice, I suppose, clean anyway, although a lot smaller than ours. Something smelled pretty good, pot roast maybe, with potatoes and carrots, I figured. I’d been cooking since I was 9 and I felt a little twinge in my tummy at the thought of daddy eating this woman’s food.
“Ryan!” Janice was calling. “Our guests are here! Come on down and meet Rachael!” We waited expectantly, both of them smiling at me and I felt a little self-conscious actually, as if suddenly I was the one on the date. It was weird, but I guess they just wanted us all to be one big happy family. As if they would break up if their kids didn’t like each other? Yeah right.
“Ryan…” Janice pursed her lips a little.
“Yeah mom…coming…” We heard his voice, about as enthusiastic as mine had been an hour earlier, coming down the stairs.
“Here he comes.” Janice said unnecessarily.
Ryan was 16 already and looked like his mom, sort of. He had the same light brown hair she would have had, if she hadn’t colored it blonde. Blue eyes, a handsome face, I guess. I wasn’t particularly hung up on guys a whole lot. Some of my friends were, that was all they talked about, but mostly I wondered what the big deal was. Ryan was wearing some jeans and a t-shirt, going for the casual look himself. At least we had that much in common. He was even barefoot, like me, since I’d kicked my sandals off when we came in.
“Ryan, good to see you again.” My dad held out his hand, giving the kid man-of-the-house props and that almost made me giggle.
“Yes sir.” Ryan shook it and managed to look completely bored.
“Ryan, this is Rachael, Robert’s daughter.” Janice introduced us, smiling hopefully.
I smiled a little, the way I do when I’m nervous and I don’t know why. “Hi.” I said, not knowing what else to say.
Ryan smiled too when he looked at me, almost a genuine smile I think. He looked me up and down, real quickly with his eyes, more than his head, the way I’d seen guys do at the mall sometimes. It always made me feel a little…naked. Kind of. It was weird.
“Hi Rachael.” He gave me a little wave, sort of gesture, like he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do either.
“See Ryan? I told you she was beautiful.” Janice was still smiling and if she could have said anything more embarrassing it might have been something like ‘Oh, I just farted!’ …So you’ll understand why I was suddenly more than a little self-conscious. I felt my face reddening and Ryan just turned to stare at her.
“Would you like something to drink, Robert?” Janice seemed oblivious to it all. Maybe she’d never been a teenager or something. “Dinner won’t be ready for awhile.” She gave us an apologetic look, but I’m sure she planned it. “I just put the roast in the oven.”
“Yeah, that would be great.” My Daddy was nodding.
“Okay, um…Ryan, why don’t you show Rachael around. Give her the tour and maybe we…” she looked at my dad, “…can sit outside for a little bit?”
Ryan nodded and we just watched them leave the room, heading into the kitchen, presumably for drinks and a sunset on the back patio.
“How old are you?” Ryan asked me when we were alone.
“Thirteen. I go to middle school in Everett.” I shrugged. “How old are you?” I already knew, but he probably knew about me too.
“Sixteen. I go to high school.” He seemed to swell a little at that. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
I followed him as we walked around, Ryan pointing and being totally mundane. “That was the living room, kitchen is there, bathroom…mmmm, let’s go up here.” We went up the steps. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Huh?” I shook my head. “No!” I laughed a little, like it was a stupid question.
“I had a girlfriend.” He looked at me. “But she moved. This is the upstairs bathroom. My mom’s stuff is in it.” He made a face. “That’s her bedroom.” He opened a door and we looked inside. It was nice, not really big and not too flowery. I don’t know what I expected anyway, probably nothing. The bed was big, sort of antique looking with four big posts.
“It’s nice.” I shrugged. Like what was I going to say?
“Yeah.” Ryan nodded. “My room is over here.” He closed the door and we stepped down the hallway to another one, this decorated with a big orange and yellow symbol, like a poster you can buy at Walmart.
“Bio-Hazard?” I laughed and Ryan grinned at me.
“Yeah. My mom got it for me, but it’s cool.” He opened the door and his room was nice too. Old simple furniture, a normal sized bed and junk all over. A desk with a computer, an electric guitar, an old tattered reclining chair in the corner next to a bookcase with stuff piled on it so it looked like it would fall in an avalanche of baseball cards, comic books, paperbacks, and half-completed models of cars and tanks. There were pictures on the walls, more posters. Limp Bizkit, Eminem, Evanescence, and one of Avril Lavigne looking like she’d just gotten dumped by her Sk8r Boi…I hated her.
“Cool.” I looked around. “You play guitar?”
“Nah, I’m still learning. I just got that for Christmas last year. Wanna hear some music?” He was fiddling with his computer. “I don’t have a real stereo or anything. But I have like 30 gigs of music.”
I didn’t know what that meant so I just nodded. I only used our computer for Sims and emails with my friends. A minute later some music was coming out of the little speakers, it sounded okay I guess, but I have no idea what it was.
“Hey, come here.” Ryan said. He was looking out the windows that overlooked the backyard.
I walked over and stood next to him, looking down to see Ryan’s mom sitting with my dad on a big swing. Sitting very close and kissing. They had their arms around each other, and the bench was moving a little back and forth as they moved against each other.
“God!” I whispered, mostly too myself. I knew my Daddy liked her but I hadn’t really thought about them kissing like that. I mean the kiss downstairs had been too much, but that was like a peck on the cheek compared to this. The backyard wasn’t very big so they were pretty much right beneath us. I could see my daddy had one hand on Janice’s boob, squeezing it and she had one of her hands on Daddy’s crotch, pressing something there.
“Yeah.” Ryan nodded. “Your dad’s like a sex maniac.”
“My dad?!” I looked up at him sharply. “What do you mean? Your mom is the one doing it!”
Ryan looked down at me. He was about six inches taller and a lot bigger than I was. He looked sort of mad for a second, then he shrugged. “Aw, forget it.” He went to his dresser and started getting something out, a cigar box it looked like. “You wanna get high?”
“What?” I turned away from the window and walked over to where Ryan was sitting on his bed.
“Smoke some pot?” He had a little plastic bag with what must have been some marijuana in it.
“No!” I frowned. “I don’t wanna do that stuff!”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “I forgot you’re just a little kid anyways.”
“I am not!” I crossed my arms over my little kid boobs and watched as he put some in a funny little pipe thing.
“Try it then.” He smiled at me. “Prove it.”
“I don’t want to!” I shifted from one foot to another. “Besides, what if we get caught?”
“We won’t. They’ll be downstairs and anyway, my mom never comes in here. Don’t be such a baby. All the girls in high school do it.”
“I don’t know…” I didn’t want anyone calling me a baby.
“You’ll like it, come on.” He patted the bed next to him. “It’ll make everything funny, you’ll see.”
I didn’t know what I was doing. Everyone always said drugs were bad, right? I’d sat through lectures at school, with my dad, my aunt, even at church…everyone said don’t do it. But none of them were in that room with me. And besides, Daddy was busy letting that woman kiss him. He obviously didn’t care what I was doing!
“Here, just suck the end when I light it.” Ryan handed me the little pipe and I stared at it, feeling sort of afraid and excited at the same time. He lit his lighter and I sucked tentatively. “Harder! You gotta breathe it!” Ryan was saying and I did, suddenly choking and coughing on the smoke. “Don’t waste it!” Ryan was grinning at me. “It’s really good. Costs a lot too. Try again.” I had recovered a little and I nodded. This time I didn’t suck it quite so hard, but I was still coughing and I had little tears in my eyes.
I tried handing the pipe back to Ryan, holding it out blindly since my eyes were shut tight. “No, try it again…Come on. Just breathe and hold it, okay?” He lit the pipe a third time and I breathed in slowly, feeling little coughs that I suppressed and I was able to d like he said, holding the smoke this time. It made me light headed, a little dizzy, but sort of happy too, since I hadn’t really coughed so much that time.
“Good.” Ryan was smiling. “Do it again.”
“Aren’t you gonna o it?” I asked him, trying to give it back again.
“Later, after you finish this.” He said and he was lighting it again. The pipe hadn’t looked that big, but he was able to light it like 6 times probably, even though I don’t think it ever really went out. By the last one I was definitely feeling weird. It seemed awfully hot in that little room and my hair was super sensitive, like it was standing straight up with static electricity, but when I touched it, it was fine. Weird.
“One more, last one.” Ryan was saying and I nodded, breathing the acrid smoke into my lungs and this time as soon as I’d breathed as much as I dared, Ryan took the pipe away and put his arms around me, putting his mouth on mine.
I was so surprised I didn’t do anything for a second. My eyes just got really big and I stiffened a little, then I started pushing at him, but he was just holding me tight and I felt his tongue against my closed lips, like it was trying to get inside my mouth. I was still holding the smoke too and my lungs kind of ached and finally I had to open my mouth, exhaling and sucking more fresh air. Ryan pushed me back and then his tongue was in my mouth, licking softly across mine and it felt so strange, so wet and warm and really good too, sort of. I didn’t know how it felt.
I was on the bed, lying down with my legs bent at the knees, my feet not reaching the floor and I felt hot and itchy all over. Ryan had been kissing me and I had been kissing him back, although I didn’t know how or why. I didn’t have my arms around him or anything; I just lay there, doing it. When we stopped, my lips felt bruised and swollen, I was reeling from the combined experiences of smoking the marijuana and kissing a boy for the first time in my life.
“How do you feel?” Ryan was grinning down at me and it looked so funny! I was giggling and breathless.
“I don’t know!” I licked my lips. “I love you!” I told him and that seemed like the funniest thing in the world and I could barely breathe, I was shaking the bed with my laughing.
“You’re wasted!” Ryan laughed too.
“Why did you kiss me?” I finally managed to ask him.
“You don’t like it?” He had his hand on my tummy. My top had ridden up, exposing my flat belly and he rubbed my skin gently. It felt awesome. My whole body just seemed to feel everything!
“I like it, yeah.” I giggled again. Why was everything so funny?
“Whatever your dad does to my mom…” Ryan’s eyes were so blue! I stared into them, thinking that was just the way blue was supposed to look.
“Uh-huh…” I smiled and licked my lips again, they felt thick. I thought about my dad kissing his mom, that was pretty funny too.
“I’m going to do to you!” He finished, smiling and sliding his hand up to my left breast, pressing his palm against it through the stretchy material of my halter.
I laughed hard at that and made a half-hearted attempt to push his hand away, but he just moved it over to the other one. I stopped resisting it a minute later, as he moved from one of my small barely there tits to the other. My nipples felt like they were little rockets, trying to blast off my body, all fire and hard and pointed. Every time Ryan touched one it only got worse when he stopped, so I didn’t want him to stop.
He started kissing me again and this time I did put my arms around him, pulling him against me because I just wanted to smother myself with him. I’d never wanted to kiss anyone, never…until now. I wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss until I the world ended. I would have laughed, but it was too good, too overwhelming. Ryan’s tongue darted into my mouth like a warm wet little fish, teasing and touching and playing with mine.
I felt his hand going under my top and his hand felt so soft and cool against my hot skin. He found my nipples, playing with them one at a time and making me give little moans. I don’t know where those sounds were coming from, they just happened. Little high-pitched squeals, muffled in our mouths. He was pinching them, I thought, squeezing them so hard I thought he was going to pull my boobs right off, but it felt good like that. My body was pushing itself up, like gravity had failed, and that thought did make me laugh, breaking our kiss for a minute so we could breathe.
“Feel my dick.” Ryan whispered and I giggled at him as he took my hand and put it on his jeans. I could feel the lump there, something hard and trapped and warm. I had never even seen a penis, not really, not since I was 6 or 7 maybe, after that my dad had become much more conscious of himself. Besides, seeing dad’s penis didn’t count, he was my dad…But now, here I was, feeling Ryan’s dick through his pants while he played with my small little boobs.
“I wish I was older.” I sighed and it was like my mood had suddenly changed 180 degrees or something. Nothing seemed funny at all anymore.
“Why?” Ryan pulled my halter top over my shoulders and I lifted my arms, sitting up a little so he could get it over my head.
“Cause I want you to like me.” I blushed, if that were possible. I felt like my whole body was on fire already. My head was spinning and my heart felt like it had grown a hundred times bigger, swelling with love. I’d never loved anything before, it seemed and I thought it was killing me.
“I do like you.” Ryan laughed at me. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Really?” I stared up at him, not caring that I was naked from the waist up in front of this boy I’d met like an hour earlier. I felt like crying and I didn’t know why. My body hurt, like a physical pain, and I couldn’t breathe. I had to get up! I didn’t know why, my brain was totally clouded by the drugs, by Ryan, by this whole experience.
“Yeah.” Ryan smiled and he didn’t seem to notice how weird I felt.
“I gotta get up.” I told him. I started moving a little, getting out from underneath him. “The bed is spinning.”
“What?” He laughed and moved just a little. “You’re just stoned, Rachael. Relax, its okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. I wanted to see my Daddy suddenly and tell him how much I loved him. I’d been trying to screw everything up for him and now I couldn’t understand why. My whole body was sparkling with a million pin-pricks, trying to contain the emotions welling up inside me.
“I gotta see my dad. I mumbled and I sat up, pushing Ryan away and looking around as if I’d completely forgotten where I was.
“You wanna see what he’s doing now?” Ryan grinned at me and he stood up, taking my hand and pulling me off the bed. “Come here.”
We went to the window and it seemed so bright outside. I had to squint against the setting sun. There below us though, perfectly illuminated was my dad and Ryan’s mom.
“What’s she doing?” I whispered, blinking hard.
“She’s sucking your dad’s cock.” Ryan grinned, but he wasn’t looking at me. “She does it every time he comes over.”
“What?” I didn’t understand at first, it was like the boy was speaking some foreign language. “She’s kissing his…”
“Kissing his dick, yeah.” Ryan talked softly. “Remember what I said?”
“Huh?” I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I forgot all about all that love, how I was going to explain to Daddy how sorry I was and how happy I was that he was happy. I felt…numb. I was staring as that woman, that other woman, knelt on the grass, her head moving slowly up and down while my Daddy just leaned back, smiling happily. He had his hands on her head, guiding the woman’s efforts and I felt…What? Anger, jealousy? It was confusing and felt flushed and hurt by the scene below us.
Ryan dropped the blinds with a loud rattling sound. “Whatever you’re dad does to my mom…” then he was pulling me back and I barely understood his words. “…I’m gonna do to you!”
I turned reluctantly, feeling his insistent pulling at my arm and I stared at his hand on my wrist dumbly. “What are you talking about? Let me go!” I suddenly realized I was topless in there; in that too small bedroom with a boy I didn’t even know. The boy whose mother was downstairs, doing that…that thing…to my Daddy. It wasn’t right at all! I tried to yank my arm away.
“Don’t be dense.” Ryan laughed and he was so much bigger than me. “You know what I’m talking about. I want you to suck my dick too, just like my mom is doing it.” He pulled me hard then and his fingers were digging into my tiny wrist, making me stumble a little, off balance.
“No!” I was saying and then I yelled for my dad. “DADDY!!! DADDY!!! DADMMMPPPPP!!!”
Ryan pushed his other hand over my mouth, seemingly wrapping it across my whole face. “Stop yelling or I’m gonna tell your dad you were smoking pot and how you started making out with me and stuff, taking off your clothes and watching them downstairs.”
“Mmmpphh!” I was shaking my head and grabbing at his arm, trying to pull his hand away.
“If you just do it, I won’t say anything to him. Okay?” He was sitting on the bed now, having pulled me all the way down so I was half sitting, half kneeling on the floor in front of him. “You gonna do it?”
I swallowed hard. Any good feelings I had were gone now, there wasn’t anything even a little funny anymore. I thought about what my dad would say if he knew I was doing drugs. He’d be really mad, I was sure. Totally mad! And if he knew I was watching him, spying on him when Janice was doing that stuff with him, that would be even worse because it would be so embarrassing! God! I never wanted him to know that! And I was half naked too, what was I gonna say? Tat Ryan had been raping me or something? He hadn’t, I’d felt good and wanted to get undressed. I felt so alone right then, so completely lost.
I nodded and Ryan took his hand away from me. “Don’t worry.” He sounded nice again, but I felt myself starting to cry like a little girl. “I really like you a lot, Rachael. It’ll be nice.”
“But I don’t want to.” I whispered, whining softly as my body shook a little.
He didn’t say anything; Ryan just pulled me up, next to him on the bed and started kissing me again. At first I didn’t do anything except lay there, trying to ignore him. I had my eyes closed, but that didn’t help because I kept seeing my Daddy with Janice, holding her long blonde hair in his hands, pushing her head down as he smiled. And I was still stoned, my body still confused and tingly and going from hot to cold to hot again with every little touch of Ryan’s hands or draft of cool air.
“Come on, kiss me.” Ryan whispered and he was licking across my lips.
I didn’t like it; I mean part of me didn’t. I wanted to run away, but another part of me remembered how it had felt before, when everything was nice and funny and I’d liked it. My nipples, puffy and pink and now aching like they did sometimes when I got my period were starting to throb again. I did like that feeling, maybe even because I was so helpless it seemed. Like Ryan could do whatever he wanted to me, so it wasn’t up to me, you know? Does that make sense? I felt like a little girl, even more than being just turned 13 anyway, I felt like I was surrounded by fire. But a good kind and if my Daddy didn’t care about me, about what he was doing to me with that woman, then why should I care?
I felt Ryan’s tongue in my mouth again, licking and tickling and making me feel funny all over again. I opened my eyes, looking at him and I saw Ryan had his closed. His head was moving a little, turning as he worked our mouths together and this time it was better because he could do whatever he wanted to my boobs. He was rubbing them, sucking my tongue and nibbling at my lips and teaching me everything there was to know about kissing. I thought he must have been the best kisser in the whole world! Whatever he did, I tried to do too, and it made me so hot all over. I’d forgotten all about being angry, or frightened, my mind just couldn’t stay focused on anything, even my emotions, for longer than it took something new to distract me.
I had my hand back on his cock now, squeezing it and sort of rubbing it as much as I could. Ryan would move a little too, rocking his hips and pressing himself against my hand. This went on for I don’t know how long, 15 or 20 minutes probably, until finally he reached down and undid his jeans, guiding my hand inside the warm humidity of his pants and underwear until I could feel the hot length of his 16 year old penis. It seemed fat and heavy in my hand, a living thing, throbbing with its own heartbeat and I felt my stomach twisting up in knots of excitement.
“Kiss it.” I heard Ryan saying from somewhere above me. He was pushing me down, sliding me off the bed so I found myself kneeling on the rough carpet. “Come on Rachael, do it like my mom does!” he sounded desperate almost and I held his cock while he pushed his pants further down.
I found myself staring at his cock, hard and long and smooth and pretty. I was terrified and elated by the experience, my mind filling with strange thoughts, incomplete and incoherent. I’d never done any of this stuff before. Never been kissed, never seen a hard penis, or felt one. Now, just a few months after becoming a proper teenager I was inches away from one. It wasn’t so large, not huge or anything, but still enough to fill both of my hands, wrapped around it, one above the other along the shaft.
“Do it!” Ryan was practically begging me and I licked my lips.
“I’m scared.” I whispered and I giggled, but not because it was funny, but because it was true and I was so nervous I thought I’d throw up any second.
“Its okay, come on…just do it!” Ryan’s hand was on my head and he pulled me down, even though I resisted it was like my body was made out of rubber. He molded me the way he wanted and I just stared at his cock, wondering what it would taste like. Would it be gross? Would it make me sick? Guys peed out of that thing!
But then my lips were touching the smooth circumcised head, like I was kissing it, sort off. Ryan was talking to me, telling me to just lick it. To kiss it, and open my mouth and stuff like that, but his voice seemed far away and all I could really hear was my own heart pounding in my ears.
I pushed out my tongue tentatively, pressing it against the head and licking across his sensitive skin slowly. “Ohhhhh...yeah, Rachael!” Ryan seemed to sag a little, as if he’d been tense waiting for me and now he could relax. He kept his hand on my head though, working his fingers into my long dark hair and thrusting a little with his hips, so that even more of his penis rubbed across my tongue.
It wasn’t bad though and I licked more, rubbing my wet pink tongue all around the smooth crown of Ryan’s penis. It didn’t really taste like anything to me, which was kind of a relief and a disappointment at the same time. Ryan told me to move my hands a little, to rub his dick up and down while I licked the head, so I did it, a little clumsily at first, but soon I was working my hands up and down his cock in a slow rhythm, rather enjoying the way his smooth soft skin just seemed to glide back and forth a little over the hard muscle straining underneath.
“Suck it now, Rachael. Come on, you wanna be my girlfriend right?” He was smiling at me. “You gotta suck it.”
I felt hot all over when he said that, not the part about sucking, but the part about being his girlfriend. I guess I was, right? I mean we’d kissed and everything and now I was doing this…whatever it was. Kissing his penis. Like his mom was doing to my Daddy downstairs, it had to mean I was his girlfriend and so then Ryan would be my boyfriend! Me, just a 7th grader with a high school guy for my boyfriend! That really made me feel good and I wanted to do it after that. I wanted to show him I was his girlfriend.
I opened my mouth, looking up with my big brown eyes probably as wide as my mouth was! I didn’t think his dick was that big, but my fingers would barely go around it and now my mouth really did stretch so I could get the head inside. It was like putting a big Blow-Pop in my mouth, except it was a lot warmer!
“Mmmm….Good!” Ryan moaned a little and I felt both of his hands on my head then, pulling me just a little so all of a sudden my mouth was full of his penis. It scared me a little and I jerked back, but he held me tight. “Don’t stop! Oh shit!”
I might have laughed cause he was swearing but there wasn’t any room for that, there wasn’t even room for breathing it didn’t seem like. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my whole body was shaking, like I was so excited and nervous and scared all at the same time!
“Up and down…Go up and down a little.” Ryan was saying and he used his hands to push a little so that I naturally tried to lift back up, then he’d let me…just a little…before pushing me an inch or so back down. It wasn’t too far, but just enough so I thought he was cramming his whole thing inside my mouth, but it was just a little bit of it, not even half of it!
I was doing it though, I realized, I was sucking my first boyfriend’s cock! I started moving all by myself, so that Ryan didn’t have to push me anymore, and he relaxed a little, leaning back and taking his hands off my head. That helped too, because it didn’t feel like he was pushing me, but more like I was really doing it myself. I figured out how to breathe through my nose and that helped too. I still wasn’t sucking him very far, but I used my little hands too, squeezing him and pumping a little bit.
“Watch your teeth, Rachael…” Ryan was telling me, since I guess that hurts a little or something. But I was pretty careful and I thought I was getting better at it, even though I started feeling tired after a while. There was a lot of spit in my mouth, it seemed, spit and other stuff, but I didn’t know what it was. I hoped he wasn’t like peeing or something, because that was on my mind still, but only a little. I swallowed it mostly, and some of it was running out of my mouth too, so my hands were getting wet and slippery and that made it start to get noisy. I was making loud wet slurping kinds of sounds and it seemed funny, but I didn’t laugh.
“A little bit more…a little bit cause I’m gonna cum!” Ryan had his hands back on my head and he pulled me down even further so that the head of his penis seemed to go all the way as far as it could. It hit the back of my mouth and it made me choke and cough a little. “Sorry.” He said and I had tears in my eyes, because it sort of hurt when that happened, but he didn’t let me take my mouth off his penis, even though I really wanted to.
I kept bobbing my mouth up and down though and Ryan was lifting his hips, like he was trying to get more in my mouth without using his hands. Sometimes it was okay, but every third or fourth stroke his cockhead would bang against the back of my mouth again and I’d gag. That didn’t bother him though, he was grunting a little and then he grabbed my hair hard and he was almost yelling. “I’m cumming! Oh yeah…I’m cumming!”
“Ryan?” There was a knocking at the door and I heard his mom’s voice at the same instant something else was happening. I didn’t know anything about boys and orgasms or anything! “Rachael?” The door was opening and I tried to lift my head and get away, but Ryan just held me and all of a sudden my mouth was full of something hot and gooey, really like great big gobs of salty snot or something! It made me choke and I thought I was going to puke!
Mmmpphhh!!” I was shaking my head and pushing at the bed with my arms, but Ryan held my head hard, pinned to his cock as it just seemed to spew more and more of the stuff into my mouth. I was overflowing with it, and I couldn’t breathe at all, it was like I was drowning and I was trying to scream against it!
“She’s doing it!” I heard another voice, it was my Daddy’s! “I can’t believe it!”
“Shhhh…” Janice’s voice sounded far away and I had my eyes tightly shut, wet and leaking tears. I could barely breathe when I felt Ryan finally relaxing and I pulled my mouth off his cock with a loud wet sloppy plop and I gasped and coughed, swallowing thickly against the creamy stuff that he’d left in my mouth. It was running down my face, my cheeks and chin, dripping onto my tiny budding tits, but I barely noticed.
I looked at the door, cringing with fear at what I’d see, but there was nobody there. “Wha…what happened?” I looked at Ryan, he was sitting there smiling at me.
“You gave me a blowjob and I came.” He grinned at me. “Did ya like it?”
“No! I mean…I don’t know, what happened to your mom?” I stared back at the door. “And my Daddy? Wasn’t he here?”
Ryan shrugged. “Don’t be stupid!” He laughed. “Nobody here but us. You got cum all over your face, come here.” He reached down and I was totally confused, I just let him pull me up. He started kissing me, holding me against him, heedless of the wet dripping gooey mess on my face and chest.
“What are you doing?” I jerked back a little shocked. He was licking at the mess on my face, getting it on his tongue. He was like a dog or something and I did finally laugh then, partly out of relief that we hadn’t gotten caught, more than anything else, but it had seemed so real…just hearing their voices like that.
“Cum tastes good.” Ryan said and then pushed his spermy tongue into my mouth, holding my head with his hand and turning his mouth so he could kiss me super deep. We pushed the stuff back and forth for a long time I think, until I was hot and tender and aching all over, especially between my legs.
“You like it?” I finally breathed after we stopped.
“Yeah. Don’t you?” He smiled at me and reached down to play with my boobs, they were still wet, even though a lot of the mess was now on Ryan’s t-shirt, but he didn’t seem to care.
“I don’t know.” I giggled a little breathlessly. “I guess so.”
We just lay on the bed for awhile after that, not really doing anything but touching. I was rubbing Ryan’s penis, it was still hard and a little sticky under my fingers. Ryan was playing with my boobs, just rubbing my nipples and it felt really nice.
“I heard if you eat a lot of sperm your tits get big.” Ryan told me and I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.
“What?” I decided he was kidding and rolled my eyes. “Where’d you hear that from?”
“Can you keep a secret?” Ryan smiled at me, but his eyes were serious.
“Yeah. Of course, I’m not a baby you know!” I squeezed his dick.
“Yeah. I know!” He squeezed my left boob playfully.
“Well, tell me then.” I said impatiently.
“From my mom.” He nodded at my look of total disbelief.
“No way!” I told him.
“Yeah way! She told me it made her tits big.”
“Really?” I laughed out loud. “I don’t think I’m that stoned anymore, Ryan.”
“No, I swear!” He insisted, maybe a little indignantly. We were quiet for a little bit. “Do you uh, ever think about your dad?”
“What do you mean?” I looked at him.
“Like your dad, you know…doing this stuff?” He was rubbing lower, down on my tummy and it felt good. “Sex stuff with you?”
“Me and my Daddy?” I gasped and stared at him. “No! God! That would be sick!”
“Why?” Ryan rubbed me slowly, playing with his finger in belly-button so it tickled.
“Why?” I snorted. I might have only been 13 and never had a boyfriend before but I knew that my dad was my dad! “Because!”
“Because why?” He laughed at me.
“I don’t know…Cause he made me. I don’t know.”
“I do sex stuff with my mom sometimes.” Ryan told me then and his fingers were lower, sliding down over my skirt.
“No way!” I shook my head. “You’re such a liar.” There was no way he could be telling the truth.
“I swear! My mom didn’t have a boyfriend for a long time. Just once in awhile, but she didn’t like those guys, you know?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, thinking my dad was the same way. He’d dated once in awhile, but I don’t think the same woman more than once or twice until he’d met Janice.
“So, you know…” He grinned at me and his hand was down on my thigh, close to my panties since my skirt was bunched up.
“What?” I shifted a little, since I was rubbing his cock more now and our arms were sort of crossed. Besides, I had a real warm funny feeling between my legs, one that had started like hours before it seemed and just never really got bigger or smaller, it just…smoldered.
“We do it sometimes.” He was rubbing inside my thigh and I unconsciously spread my legs a little wider.
“Do what? You mean…?” My eyes got really big and I froze then.
“Yeah, we do it.” Ryan leaned really close and his fingers brushed over my panty covered slit, just enough to make me shiver a little. “We fuck sometimes.” He whispered and then he kissed me before I could say anything, pushing his tongue I my mouth again, at the same time his fingers pushed a little harder against my panties
I couldn’t help but lift my butt a little, humping my immature sex up against Ryan’s hand; it just felt so nice like that. I sucked his tongue eagerly, rubbing his hard cock slowly while he rubbed up and down my slit. I’d never felt anything like that and the warmth was spreading suddenly, rushing through me and I wondered if it was me, or that little buzz I still had from the marijuana Ryan had given me.
“Your dad fucks her too.” Ryan was whispering and we were closer now, him turned onto his side, pressing his cock against my leg, while I was still on my back. “So I’m going to fuck you too.”
I shuddered at the sound of his words, the worse swear words anyone could ever say, I’d thought. It was like a secret thrill, hearing Ryan talk like that and even more so while he was touching me, my legs spread wide for his hand, rubbing up and down my slit. I felt gushy inside, like I was going to pee or something, but I wasn’t. It was something else, something strange and wonderful and unexpected.
We were kissing again when we heard his mother’s voice, coming up from downstairs. “Ryan? Rachael…We’re going to eat soon. Come on downstairs, guys!”
That made me giggle because I could still taste Ryan’s sperm in my mouth, and when I burped too, which I’d been doing a little. I guess I swallowed a lot of air when I was sucking him, or something. It was a funny, weird taste in my mouth and I’d decided that I didn’t mind it at all. It meant I wasn’t some little kid anymore, I was growing up. I had a boyfriend in high school even, and we were having sex and everything. I didn’t think I really believed him though, about doing it with his mom. But I couldn’t help wondering now, after Ryan had planted the thought, of what doing it with my Daddy would be like.
I put my halter back on and brushed my hair a little. I looked like I’d just gotten off a roller coaster! Ryan changed his t-shirt an zipped up his jeans and laughed at me when I told him my eyes were too small, and red, like I was Chinese or something. He told me not to worry about it, but I couldn’t help it! I was still a little stoned I think, although definitely not like before. I felt more tired than really funny now and I was worried my dad would know. Ryan didn’t seem too worried though.
If my Daddy did notice anything different, he didn’t say anything. Although he did look at me a lot while we ate, Janice did too and sometimes, when they thought I wasn’t looking, they’d look at each other and smile a little. I just figured that was because they’d been doing sex stuff too. But it still made me a little nervous, especially since Ryan was rubbing my thighs and even my slit a little, through my panties, while we ate. A couple times I fidgeted around, reaching down to push his hand away because it was feeling too good and I had to close my eyes and just start at my plate, trying really hard not to move or make a sound. But it didn’t do any good, he’d just bring his hand back and start touching me again, real softly, lightly across my skin until it became so sensitive I wanted to scream.
“Are you okay, Rachael?” My Daddy asked me at one point, when Ryan had my panties, almost soaked with whatever that stuff was coming out of my sex, pushed between my plump little pussy lips. There was a throbbing too, just above that and I’d moved a little, rocking just enough to try and get him to touch it, whatever it was.
“Uh, yeah….” I practically squeaked. “Daddy.” I took a ragged breath and held it and Janice grinned at Ryan and he shrugged, but he didn’t stop fingering me.
“Okay, umm…Well, how do you like Ryan?” dad asked me then. “You guys getting along alright?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded and took the opportunity to shift my hips a little more.
“I think Rachael is great.” Ryan said evenly. He was acting totally normal, like he was doing anything at all to me under the table.
“What would you think if Rachael was your sister?” Janice asked him, with a curious smile on her face.
“Sister?” Ryan’s thumb was rubbing across that fiery little button at the top of my slit and I gasped out loud.
“Rachael?” Daddy looked at me. “Would you like to be Ryan’s brother?”
“Wha…what do you mean, Daddy?” I finally whispered. I’d reached down, grabbing Ryan’s wrist in my hand, trying to hold him still because it was getting to be too much, that touching with my dad and his mom sitting just across from us, staring at us.
“Well…” He smiled and took Janice’s hand in his, turning it so we could all see the ring on her finger. “I’ve asked Janice to marry me.”
“And I accepted!” Janice was smiling happily and she leaned a little closer, although they were very close already, and I watched as they kissed. Not a little one either, but a slow, deep French kiss, the way Ryan and I had been kissing. I thought it was a little embarrassing, maybe, but I didn’t look away either…I just stared, clenching my thighs together desperately as Ryan pinched that spot, making me jump slightly.
“That’s great mom!” Ryan was smiling at them. He turned to look at me. “Hey sis!” He kissed me then, right in front of my Daddy and everything! Not like before though, thank God! This was just a little one, but it was still on the lips and I felt his tongue across my, just barely and just for a second.
Janice was giggling and I glanced at her, catching her deep blue eyes staring at me. Her nipples were hard, I noticed, sticking out through her blouse, which wasn’t much of a blouse anyway. Half her boobs were exposed, but I suppose if I had boobs like hers I’d dress like that too. Maybe.
“Are you okay with that, dear?” Janice asked me, still holding Daddy’s hand. They were both looking at me and I felt dizzy, from the pot, from all my experiences, from Ryan’s touching me at the dinner table, the kiss, and now…this news. I didn’t know how to feel.
“When uh…where will we live and, ummm…” I didn’t know! I had so many questions that my mind couldn’t even organize them. Ryan was going to be my brother? I had a sudden sinking feeling. How could he be my boyfriend if he was my brother? I felt like I was losing something. It was very confusing!
“Well, there’s no sense waiting.” Daddy smiled. I actually asked Janice quite awhile ago, but we wanted you and Ryan to meet first and…Well, we thought tomorrow would be a good day for it.” I must have looked totally shocked because Daddy laughed. “Since we have an appointment with the Justice of the Peace.”
“And you’ll stay here tonight.” Janice smiled too. “I mean, no sense driving all the way back to Seattle tonight. Then next week Ryan and I will be moving to Everett.”
“Cool!” Ryan was nodding an smiling too. Everyone was smiling except for me! I felt like I’d peed my panties, I was so wet. I could even smell it now and I was wriggling my round little butt on the chair while Ryan kept digging at my pussy. “I like your house a lot! It’s huge!”
“Wha-What?” I stared at him. “You’ve seen my house?”
“Yeah.” Ryan looked at my dad, for help I guess.
“Ryan and Janice stayed with me last month while you were visiting Aunt Jean.” Daddy shrugged.
“I slept in your bed.” Ryan whispered in my ear and laughed.
I felt dizzy. This was all too much in one day for a thirteen year old girl. I just looked from one face to another to another and I guess I looked tired and I felt tired, or at least my brain did. Like I was worn out, but my body was practically jumping, quivering like someone had plugged me into an electrical outlet or something.
“Oh the poor dear.” Janice shook her head. “Let me take her upstairs, she can sleep with me tonight. You and Ryan can share his bed.” She smiled at my Daddy and he nodded. “It is a lot of news to take. Come on, Rachael, we’ll lie down for a little bit.”
“We’ll take care of all this.” Daddy was saying, meaning the dishes and leftovers on the table.
I felt a little numb as Janice helped me out of my chair. Ryan had finally pulled his hand away, but only at the very last possible second and I was afraid his mother had seen what he was doing to me under the table. My pink panties were pushed about a half inch inside my slit, I thought, so that it felt funny-good when I moved, sort of a weird tightness and I had to bite my lips as I moved.
“Come here, Princess.” Daddy had gotten up too and he wrapped his arms against me, pulling my tiny body against his. He rubbed up and down my back slowly, almost all the way down to my butt and I imagined I could feel the hardness of his penis pressing into my tummy, but that couldn’t have been right! “I love you, Rachael.” He whispered in my ear. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I…I love you too, Daddy.” I managed to say and then he was letting me go.
“Why don’t you give your new brother a good night kiss.” Janice suggested and Ryan stood up and I looked around, a little shocked.
“Yeah, sis. We have to kiss every night now.” Ryan laughed and his mom giggled. Even my Daddy seemed to think that was cute. I didn’t mind either, except for our parents being right there, watching.
I nodded and let Ryan hug me, and I definitely felt his dick, hard and pressing through his jeans as he kissed me on the lips. And then he did push his tongue in my mouth! I jerked back a little with embarrassed surprise, but nobody else seemed to notice I guess.
I followed Janice up the stairs, watching as her movement pulled the thin cotton of her sundress this way and that. She had really nice legs and her butt wasn’t too big, or too small, it just seemed to move back and forth, up and down, almost hypnotically and I wondered why I was staring at the woman’s butt for anyway! But I was right behind her, so I guess what else was I gonna do? It didn’t look like she was wearing any panties though, I wondered if she had a thong or something. A friend of mine’s sister had one and I’d thought it was pretty funny when we’d looked at it.
“Let’s get you in bed now.” Janice was saying, pulling me into her bedroom. She didn’t bother closing the door, but the guys were downstairs anyway. “You’ve had a big day, huh?” She was smiling and her hands were light across my shoulders, guiding me towards her bed.
“Yeah, I have Miss Pearson….” I said, since that was her last name. At least for now, I reminded myself. Soon it would be Ross…Janice Ross. I said it in my head and it sounded really weird.
“Oh! Don’t call me that, Dear.” She giggled. “Call me Mommy, okay? I always wanted a daughter, a little girl to spoil and you are so…perfect. So pretty, Rachael.”
She sat on the bed while I blushed at her words, licking my lips slightly as I stood there just in front of her, unsure of what to do.
“Was Ryan nice to you?” She was asking me, her hands sliding down my sides, finding the bare skin of my waist and hips, just below my halter and above my skirt.
I nodded. “Yeah. He’s nice.” I closed my eyes, thinking about how nice he was. I loved him, I was pretty sure. He was my boyfriend and everything.
“Mmm…I’m sure….” She moved her hands back and forth. “Let’s take this off, okay?” Janice whispered and I felt her undoing the little catch in the back of my skirt and sliding the zipper down slowly.
“B-But…” I had a sudden panic attack as I realized my panties were so damp, it would look like I’d had an accident or something! Plus I could feel them, still pushed up and in between my little lips.
“Shhh…It’s okay…” Janice’s pretty face was looking up into mine and she smiled. “I know dear…I can smell it.” Her voice was soft and husky and her fingers pushed down my skirt, sliding it down my thighs and exposing my panties completely. “Ohhhh…look at that!” She smiled and tilted her head down, staring at my barely covered sex.
“N-No…Please…Miss…Mommy…Please!” My voice was barely a whisper and I trembled with embarrassment, my whole body like a torch, glowing hotly red under the older woman’s gaze.
“It’s okay, Rachael…Mommy is going to take care of you now…” She was moving her hands back up, along the back of my thighs, squeezing me gently and I felt my knees wobbling, as if I might fall down any second. I put my hands on Janice’s shoulders, more from reflex than anything else.
Janice found my butt with her hands, cupping the small globes of my butt through the thin cotton and kneading the flesh playfully, digging her fingernails into me, but it didn’t hurt, it just felt good.
“Ohhhh….” I moaned and then my knees did give way, just a little, so I dropped a fraction of an inch before catching myself.
“You’re so hot, Rachael….So hot all over.” Janice was saying, rubbing me, touching me. “Inside too, huh? Are you all hot inside, Rachael? In here?” She leaned forward, gripping my butt with her hands and pressing her lips to my tummy, kissing my body, licking me and it felt so good like that.
“Y-Yessssss…” I hissed, digging my own nails into her shoulders, staring blankly into space, concentrating on the good things filling my tummy, like drowning in some sweet warmth.
Janice bit at me, nipping me with her teeth and she pushed her tongue into my belly button, swirling it around lazily, licking across my body until all I could do was tremble beneath it.
“Let’s take these off…” She breathed, sliding her hands up to the small of my back and then down again, inside my panties this time.
She pulled them down slowly and I didn’t know what was going on. My mind was a kaleidoscope of sensations, emotions. I felt love and desire, embarrassment and nervousness. We shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, she was a woman. She was going to marry my Daddy. She was going to be my…Mommy! I moaned loudly as my 13 year old virgin sex was exposed to her completely. I could feel Janice leaning closer, breathing on me, her hands returning to my bare butt, prodding at the firm young flesh there, pulling me closer so I had to thrust out with my hips.
“Such a pretty pussy, Rachael.” She murmured. “Such a sweet little pussy, dear. Do you want me to kiss it for you?”
I could barely understand what she was saying. My pussy was on fire. I stared down at myself, seeing what she was seeing. The hairless swell of my sex, puffy and glistening. I was unbelievably wet and my lips, my pussy lips, which were always tucked inside so that I barely even knew they existed, were plump and pink and pushed outward slightly, inviting the woman to kiss them. And above, just at the top of my slit was a little nub, a tiny pearl of pink that seemed the center of my universe. It was hot and throbbing and aching and I had no idea what it was. I only knew I needed something…someone…to touch me. To love me there or I was going to go crazy!
Janice put her mouth on my pussy, right on my slit, turning her head slightly so she was kissing my sex like it was a mouth. I felt the soft warmth of her, the incredible sensation of her tongue suddenly, just teasing across my folds. I shuddered, gripping her tighter and Janice squeezed my ass, pulling me harder to her mouth in reply. She sucked and licked and kissed, making loud noises, obscenely sweet sounds like a baby suckling eagerly at a mother’s tit.
When her mouth finally found my button, the knot of fire at the top I jerked, thrusting my hips wildly so that Janice could barely control me. I couldn’t help myself, hours of building and pent-up need surfaced with an explosion of pleasure I’d never imagined possible. My body was awakened for the first time in my young life, demanding every other part of me to yield completely. I was helpless and hopeless against it.
I don’t know exactly what happened for several minutes, everything just became intensely bright. There were stars exploding in my head and I thought this must have been what heaven was like. That Janice had killed me utterly, somehow, and sent me off to paradise. It was glorious, better than anything I’d ever known. But it just stole everything else from me. I couldn’t see or hear or speak, or do anything except feel and the only feeling was that rapture of my very first orgasm ever. So intense it was almost painful and just on the edge of terrifying. I never wanted it to stop.
But when it did, I found myself lying down on the bed. Janice was next to me, still wearing her dress, but she’d removed my halter, apparently. I was gasping for air, still floating it seemed on the wondrous drafts of heat radiating through me. She was kissing me, the way Ryan had, except better somehow, different. Her mouth was more gentle, softer and sweeter, with a slight tangy something that seemed somehow familiar and alien at the same time. She held me tightly, exploring my mouth with her tongue and I could do nothing but respond.
I felt her fingers playing with my sex, which still burned, still hungered for more. Janice would push inside with one finger, just a little until I felt a slight pressure, and then she’d back off again, to do something else. She rubbed in little circles, and up and down, bringing me sometimes to frantic jerking motion, and at other times all I could do was arch my back, stiff and hard against her touch. And still we kissed, as if we’d never get tired of it.
“Let me take this off.” Janice told me finally, breaking our kiss and pulling her dress awkwardly over her head, shaking her long blonde hair loose. She was naked underneath it, completely and I stared up at her body, gasping for air and feeling my whole body trembling with nervous excitement. It seemed every time I started to relax, something would deny me and I’d feel the rush again. It was a terrible teasing torture to be like that.
“Kiss me now, Rachael…Kiss Mommy’s tits for me…” Janice lowered herself down, cradling my head so I found her firm beautiful breasts in my face. I took her right nipple in my mouth, feeling like a little child, kissing it and then parting my lips for it, sucking it gently while Janice stroked my hair. “Ohhhh….baby, that’s it…suck Mommy’s nipple….Mmmm….” She was sighing and smiling down at me, her blue eyes shining with pleasure.
Janice’s nipples were dark and long and hard, rubbery in my mouth and I sucked them hard, letting her guide me from one to the other and back as she desired. Her one hand was in my hair, my head resting in her arm, and her other hand continued playing with my pussy, rubbing and fingering me gently, always so careful not to push inside too deeply.
“Taste yourself…” Janice was moaning softly and she pulled her finger from my pussy, rubbing it around her left nipple, covering the hard distended flesh with my juices. "Sugar and spice...Mmmm...." She brought my mouth to it, returning her fingers to my clit and rubbing it with tiny circles that made me lift my hips in response. I tasted that same familiar sweet tanginess that I’d found in her mouth and realized it was me I’d tasted, my own sexy juices, flowing from my little pussy. I sucked it hard, not bothered by it at all and feeling only the fire in my tummy and lower as Janice stroked my clit.
“Do you like Mommy's tits, Rachael?” Janice took my chin in her hand, tilting my face upward. She ran her finger, wet with my juices across my lips and I opened naturally, letting her push her finger into my mouth so I could suck it clean.
“Yes Mommy.” I breathed. I felt nothing but love suddenly for this woman, strange as that sounds. I’d never known my real mom, this was the first time I’d ever called anyone Mommy. It was exciting and awakened new and very different feelings inside me.
“Lick Mommy’s pussy now, baby…Go down on me, honey….” Janice was pushing me down so I could kiss across her flat tummy. I kissed her hips and the swell just above her sex. She had hair, a lot of it, I thought, but probably only because I didn’t have any yet. “Go on, Rachael…suck Mommy’s pussy for me…” She was trembling too, I noticed for the first time, every bit as excited as I was.
Janice’s pubic hair was darker, almost black, and trimmed neatly into a thin little strip above her sex. It looked cute like that, I thought, very sexy and when I got hair I was going to trim mine the same way. Just below that, almost buried in the soft fur I could see her clitoris, so much more mature than mine. It was red and pink and peeking out like a funny looking little penis from the wrinkled soft skin surrounding it. I touched it, gently, eliciting a little sigh from Janice and I smiled. She let me explore her like that for several minutes, getting my first good look at a woman’s pussy, seeing what mine would grow into over the next few years. Her lips, her labia, were larger too, thick and swollen and darker than the soft pink inside. I rubbed it slowly, feeling the wetness, greasy and slippery. I smelled her, stronger than my smell, I thought, more musky, more powerful somehow.
“Kiss it…Oh, God baby…Rachael…kiss Mommy’s cunt!” Janice had finally lost patience and I felt her hands on my head, in my hair, pulling my mouth down so I could tentatively kiss her clit at first and then, getting braver, I pushed out my tongue, licking her softly at first, then harder as she urged me with her hands and breathless moans.
I took Janice’s clit between my lips, sucking it like I had her son’s a few hours earlier. I played my tongue across it and it seemed only seconds later that Janice was hunching her butt up, rocking her hips as she tried to get more of her into my mouth. I sucked herder and used my little fingers on her slit, pushing inside the way I’d never dared do to myself. She was wet and hot inside, squishy and indistinct. I could put two fingers in her easy, even three because they were so small and she seemed to like that a lot. I could feel the soft walls of her pussy squeezing around me and there was so much wetness coming out of her.
“Oh…Ohhhh Christ…Rachael…Honey! Yesssss!!....Ohhhh!” She was pushing and pulling my face over her pussy, and all I could do was let her. My chin, my mouth, my nose, everything was rubbing all the way along her slit, across her clit and back down. I wasn’t even trying to suck or kiss at her anymore, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but Janice didn’t seem to care.
“Turn around…Turn around Rachael…like this…” She was saying, almost lifting me up and pulling me down so my spread legs straddled her face. “I wanna eat you too…I want to suck my little girl’s pussy…”
I was on top of her, my barely there tits pressed against Janice’s tummy, while her full grown ones were flattened by my hips. I was a lot shorter than Janice was, but she didn’t seem to care. I felt her mouth on my pussy again and I gasped loudly, feeling her hands on my waist, digging into me and pulling me down. All I could do was lie there, feeling the woman, my new mother beneath me.
I could just barely reach the swell above her clit with my mouth, so I contented myself with using my fingers on her pussy and clit while I kissed and bit and licked at whatever parts of her hot body my mouth could reach. But pretty soon I couldn’t even do that. Janice was tonguing my little 13 year old slit like crazy, licking and stabbing inside me, worming into the tight wet confines of my virginity. I thought she was going to turn me inside out, sometimes she sucked my pussy so hard. But it felt so good too! I had butterflies swarming around inside me, driving me crazy with their fiery wings and I knew I was cumming again and this time was better. I was almost expecting it and I managed at least to keep from passing out from the way too good feelings!
Janice made me cum like 6 times I think. Sometimes they were huge too, like tidal waves that just buried me, other times they were littler and almost gentle, and I couldn’t decide what I liked better. Janice had cum a lot too, she would call me her little girl, her daughter, and wanted me to call her Mommy, especially when she was right on the edge. That always seemed to really make it good for her and I didn’t mind. She was my Mommy now, I thought.
I felt tired, but I didn’t feel sleepy. I was hot and sticky and just buzzed all over, but not from the marijuana, not anymore. I knew this was all from being with Janice. She didn’t feel sleepy either and we just lay there, very close together with my face pressed against her big beautiful breasts.
“Ryan said swallowing guy stuff makes boobs bigger.” I said suddenly, without really thinking about it. I flushed a little and Mommy laughed.
“He did?” She kissed my forehead. “Do you want big boobs?”
“Yes Mommy.” I nodded against her tits.
“Then you should swallow a lot of guy stuff…their sperm.” She told me.
“Sperm?” I looked up at her. “Really? It’s true?”
“Maybe.” Mommy grinned at me and shrugged. “Did you like Ryan’s sperm?”
“How do you know…?” I blinked at her.
“We saw you, your Daddy and me. We were hoping you and Ryan would be friends.” She pulled me up so she could kiss my lips. “Ryan likes you a lot, Rachael. He wants to be your brother too.”
“I like him.” I said seriously. “I thought he was going to be my boyfriend after we…I mean after I did that, you know.” I was blushing again. “But if he’s my brother…” My voice trailed off and Janice understood what I was thinking.
“You’re so pretty, Rachael.” Janice told me. “You’ll have a lot of boyfriends, dozens…hundreds…” We giggled. “But only one brother and he can still love you…even in that way.”
“But he’s my brother…” I started.
“And I’m your Mommy, right?” Janice smiled.
“Yeah, Mommy.” I nodded.
“So this isn’t bad, is it? Feeling good like this?” She asked reasonably.
“No, uh-uh.”
“Ryan’s going to make love to you, Rachael.” Janice told me softly. “Tomorrow night, after your Daddy and I are married.”
“He’s going to do it to me?” I was still way too shy to say the real words.
“Do you want him to make love to you?” Janice slipped her hand down, spreading my sticky thighs and rubbing my pussy. “Do you want your brother to put his big cock in your pussy and fuck you, Rachael?”
“I…I think so…” I swallowed nervously. “I’m scared though.”
“Oh, you don’t have to be scared, baby. Mommy is going to be there too…And Daddy, we’re going to help, okay? She kissed me again and her fingers were rubbing my clit harder. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“You?” I widened my eyes. “And Daddy are going…”
“Uh-huh….We’re going to watch and even help, because it’s your first time, Rachael. That’s very special for our little girl. We want Ryan to make a baby in your tummy.”
I was rocking my hips now, Mommy’s fingers felt so good rubbing my little button. I could scarcely believe what I was hearing though! “He’s going to make a baby in me?”
“Uh-huh.” Janice smiled and her lips were soft on mine. “See, I can’t have any more babies. I never thought I’d want one, ever again…But now, with your Daddy, I want a lot of babies, Rachael. Brothers and sisters for us all to love.”
“Ohhhhh….” I moaned softly, clutching at my new Mommy as she whispered in the soft light from the bedside lamps.
“And tomorrow, after were married, we’ll start our honeymoon…” She smiled at my look, as I imagined her and Daddy going someplace for a vacation. “All four of us…A new wife should get pregnant on her honeymoon, don’t you think Rachael?” She slipped the tip of a finger between my pussy lips, teasing me with it.
“Y-Yessss….” I closed my eyes.
“So you and Ryan will be making our baby…” Janice laid me back, moving her moth down so she could nibble at my aching burning nipples. “And after we’re sure you’re pregnant, your daddy wants to love you too…The way Ryan loves me sometimes…” She sucked my right nipple hard, making it feel so incredibly good. “The way I love you…”
And Mommy did love me then, again and again until all I could do was cry like the little girl I really was.