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