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TRAINING THE TWINS (C) February 2002
BOOK ONE OF TWO - Part 6 of 8
(Mgg,MFfm,Rom,coerced,nc,1st.time,teen,spk,menst,bdsm,etc)

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer'sCramp

The Characters:
Sally Gordon, aged 35, divorced 7 years, blue-eyed blonde, attractive,
shy, little self-confidence.
Samantha Gordon, her daughter aged 13/14, blonde and pubescent, shy.
Wesley Gordon, her son aged 13/14, dark haired, twin of Samantha,
shy but intrigued with female anatomy.
Vincent Gamble, Sally's boss
Jeremy Saunders (Jerry), Sally's new found friend and future husband,
dominant and demanding once he becomes irreplaceable.

The Covenant Members:
Fellows Family:
Benjamin, aged 45, a doctor specializing in cosmetic surgery,
Faith, his wife, aged 42,
Bethany, aged 16, shy and extremely self-conscious, long blonde hair,
Aimee, aged thirteen, demure and easily embarrassed, light brunette.

Borack Family:
Izador, aged 47, a so-called minister of religion,
Franzescha, his wife, aged 31, fresh and willing, dark hair,
Marie-Louise, aged 14, brainwashed from an early age to obey implicitly,
black hair,
Christopher, aged thirteen, wimpish,
Lee-Anne, aged twelve, cheeky and attempts anything but careful not to
upset her parents.

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Chapter Nineteen
	As they approached the house he finished the
story abruptly.

		"Anyway, The girls were finally inducted into The
		Covenant and are now used by every member, adults,
		boys and girls, quite regularly.  The females are
		swapped around the households between meetings and
		the men, in this case, just Izador but soon me as
		well, get to control who their sons fuck and how often."

	He stopped and looked down for a few seconds. "There is something
I want to discuss with you after dinner, Sally. It's something
that's been running through my mind for several days and I think
it would be good for us, you and me, and the twins, I mean."
	"So you're going to keep me guessing until then?"
	"My prerogative, poor little slave."
	"I know I'm heading that way, and I think I'll enjoy
being your slave, my darling. For seven years I've been starved of sex
and had to make all the decisions. Now you come along and I find I'm
to be given to a dozen others for as much sex as they want and I won't
have any decisions to make because you'll do all that for me. Maybe
I've died and gone to heaven."
	"Sometimes it may seem like hell but if you behave
yourself there will definitely be more heaven than hell."
	"Oh, goody," she laughed happily.

	They both showered and returned to their favourite
place before the log fire and caressed each other for a long passionate
session. Sally was amazed at his self control for she could feel his
erection pressing against her as they kissed yet he never once tried to
feel her up even over her nightgown which she thought was very sexy
and inviting.
	They finally parted both aroused, and breathing heavily.
	"I love you deeply, Jeremy," she whispered as she
gazed up into his eyes.
	"And I love you too, future Mrs Jeremy Saunders."
	"Make me Mrs Saunders right now, please, Jeremy,"
she pleaded. "Make love to me."
	"When we are married and not before. Which,
coincidentally, is what I want to talk to you about. Up to now I have
not taken the wives until the wedding nights for each family as they
entered The Covenant. It has been my prerogative to fuck each female
first as soon as they are married into the membership but I want to do
something different for us. After all it is my family that I am offering
the rest of them isn't it?"
	"Yes, Master," she giggled.
	"So what we're going to do, no choice, my decision you
understand..."
	"Yes, Sir," she saluted with a smile.
	"...is to have Izador marry us with the children as
witnesses, before your induction into The Covenant."
	"Oh, that will be wonderful, Jeremy, but is Izador able
to perform weddings? Are minors allowed to witness a marriage?"
	"Oh he has all the right approvals and who's to know
fourteen year olds have signed?"
	"They'd love to be involved, I know it," Sally said
happily.
	He began to explain what he intended and the more he
explained, the wider her eyes became, the deeper her blushes.  He
finished by saying he would explain to the children himself, inviting
them to be part of the ceremony and the date was set for one week's
time.
	Once she had heard how their wedding would be
conducted she couldn't stop thinking about what she faced but knew if
she wanted to keep Jeremy happy she had no choice but to agree.
	Anyway, she told herself it just means the twins would come to know
their future a lot sooner than she had expected.  Wesley of course
would play along, would accept the conditions Jeremy planned but she
couldn't see how Sam would ever agree to participate in something
like that. Still it was in Jeremy's hands now, and she was but a pawn
in the little games he was preparing. She couldn't stop herself blushing
every time she thought about what was to come.

	They arrived home after dinner on Sunday night and
Sally was relieved to find both twins at home, Wes watching TV and
Sam, as usual in her room reading. She called them both into the living
room where she stood before them a wide smile on her face, holding
Jeremy's hand.
	"Oh, my god," Sam gasped when she saw the look on
her mother's face.
	"What?" Wes asked in all his innocence.
	"Sam and Wes, we have some news to tell you," Sally
said a little too loud with a little too much niceness. She waited for a
few seconds for some reaction and when none came, Jeremy told
them, "Wesley and Samantha, your mother and I are going to be
married."
	Immediately Wesley responded. "Married? Oh that's
great," he said with a wide smile and looked across at his sister. "Sis?"
	Samantha sat very still, her face lowered and she
seemed to be holding back tears. She didn't seem to hear Wes's
comment and she seemed very much put out with the so-called news.
	"Sam?" Her mother asked, disappointed that both her
children weren't jumping over the moon with joy for her. Sam
suddenly jumped up and ran into her room, slamming the door after
her.
	Jeremy restrained Sally from following and whispered,
	"Give her a little time baby then I'll go and speak with her." Then he
looked at Wes and said, "I pleased that at least someone is happy for
us, Wes."
	"Oh, she's just a girl, Mr. Saunders. They always cry,
you know."
	"Do they? I never realised you were an authority on
girls, Wes."
	"Nah, but that's just what they do, go off and bawl their
eyes out then they get over it.  She'll be all right, I know she will," the
youngster replied seriously. "So, when are yer gettin hitched?' He
asked nonchalantly.
	"Next Saturday, here in the house and we would like
you and Samantha to be our witnesses if that's all right with you."
	"You mean like the best man and all that?"
	"Exactly but you won't have to make a speech or
anything, just sign the Marriage Certificate to say you witnessed the
wedding. It will be a great day, I'm sure. We don't have time to go
away on a honeymoon so we've decided to have our wedding night
here as well. We have already arranged the parson to perform the
ceremony and organise the evening and we thought it would be nice
for just the four of us to be together. What do you think?"
	"Oh, neato. Can I drink beer?"
	"How old are you?"
	"Uhm, sixteen," he said, blushing as soon as the lie left
his lips.
	"Wes," his mother warned him.
	"Yeah, well I'm really fourteen but I'd like to taste
beer," he admitted sheepishly.
	"What do you think, Mother? Should we let our boy
break the law?"
	"Well, maybe just this once," she said with a smile.
	"Yeah," he shouted, punching the air.
	"Wes, let's go to your room and have a man to man
talk, OK?"
	"All right," the youngster agreed and leapt out of his
chair. He was fired up with excitement.
	Wes sat on his bed and Jeremy pulled a chair across
and sat backwards, leaning his arms on the back of the chair and
looked into the youngster's eyes.
	"Wes, you will probably find a lot of differences having
me around after so long without a Daddy, what do you think?"
	"Oh, maybe but I miss not having a father like my
friends," he said shyly.
	"I want to be a real father to you and Samantha, Wes
but there will be some rules imposed that you might not like."
	"Rules? What kind of rules?"
	"Oh, for instance, honesty, absolute honesty in
everything and openness. That means no secrets between anyone of us,
but most of all I expect you and Sam to be obedient in every way.
What your mother or I ask or tell you to do will be obeyed without
objection. We are the adults and I expect you to obey us in every way,
no matter what it might be. Do you think you can agree to that, Wes?"
	"I... I suppose so," he said hesitantly, then, as a thought
came to him, he asked, "What kind of things do you mean?"
	"Whatever we decide to want you to do, it matters only
that you obey without objecting."
	"Well that's what we do for Mum now anyway."
	"Sure it is. I guess the only difference will be that
instead of your mother just shouting at you telling you you're a
naughty boy, I'll punish you," Jerry said bluntly.
	"Punish me? How? I'm fourteen now, you know. What
would you do?"
	 "I'd punish you befitting to your disobedience but I am
very serious, Wes, be a good boy and we will get along just fine.
Disobey and you will soon learn that I mean what I say."
	"Shit," the boy swore at the floor.
	"For instance if we ever hear you swearing from now
on, I will spank you."
	"Spank me? You will actually spank me? Mum doesn't
do that."
	"She will from now on because I will give her
permission to, and I am a great supporter of your mother. Oh, and
another thing, from now on I want you to call her Mummy. You're her
little boy and you will respect her as your own dear Mummy.
Understand?"
	"But it makes me sound such a baby, Mr. Saunders.
Why can't I call her Mum like I always have?"
	"Simply my young boy, because I say you can't. Just
think of it like this, if you call her Mummy you'll earn good boy points
but if I ever hear 'Mum' just once it means a punishment in some
form, and you won't like it. You choose, Wes."
	"Yes, Sir."
	"Oh, by the way you can call me Dad if that helps. In a
week's time I'll be your father anyway."
	"You mean it? I can call you Dad?  It's been so long,"
the youngster said in wonderment, almost to himself
	"Now tell me about yourself. Got a girlfriend?"
	"Uh?  No, I guess not."
	"Wish you did?"
	"Suppose so but..."
	"But they make you choke up when you try to talk with them?"
	"Yeah, I guess so."
	"Ever seen one naked?"
	"W-h-a-t?" He asked in a long drawn out and surprised voice.
	"Just wondered if you've ever seen a naked girl, that's
all." He was pleased to see the boy turn a vivid red.
	"N... No," he mumbled, more embarrassed than he
could ever remember.
	"Like to?"
	"Uh? Y... Yeah, I suppose."
	"What about Samantha?"
	"Sam...? You mean naked? Noooo," he said in a whisper.
	"Thought not. Just between you and me, Wes, one of
the things I'll be insisting upon very soon is that none of the four of us
have any secrets from each other. None at all. Do you understand what
I'm saying?"
	"You mean about obeying you and Mum... I mean, Mummy?"
	"I mean there is no reason at all for any of us to keep
secrets from any of our family. If Sam wants to cover herself from
anyone looking at her, for instance in the bathroom, she is keeping
secrets and that will definitely not be allowed. Now what do you
suppose I mean by that?"
	The boy thought seriously for a moment then looked up
at Jerry. "You mean she has to show herself to me? Naked?"
	"It will take a while for her to understand that, I
suppose..."
	"You bet it will," the boy interrupted.
	 "...But she will learn it's best to co-operate, to obey.
Of course, it's reciprocal. What she has to conform to, so do you and
your mother and I for that matter."
	"You mean I have to let her see me too?" He asked then
turning a deeper red than before added, "And Mum..., I mean
Mummy? She will see me in the nuddie?"
	"As naked as the day you were born."
	"Will we become nudists then? I mean walk around the
house without wearing anything?"
	"If you want."
	"Hot damn. Oh, you're joking aren't you? Dad? You'd
kill me if I saw Mummy without any clothes."
	"I guess only time will tell. Now, I want to buy you
something, a present, something you'd really like, to celebrate our
marriage. Tell me what you'd like the most. No cars yet, you're only
fourteen."
	"Anything...? Oh, gee, I don't know... Yes I do, a
computer and internet access."
	"Have that at school do you? The internet?"
	"Yeah, it's great."
	"With Net Nanny attached, I suppose."
	"Year, that's right. We're not allowed to look at sex things."
	"What if I were to give you full access here in your own
room? Would you like that? Nothing banned."
	He looked up into his future stepfather's eyes trying to
work out what the catch was. "You... You mean it, Dad? You'd let
me look at anything?"
	"If that's what you want. One major condition though.
You must never, repeat, never tell anyone about what happens in the
privacy of this house. What happens within this family is forever
private and secret except between ourselves. That means not even
hinting to your friends about seeing naked females, your sister or your
mother for instance or about your unlimited access. Promise me,
Wes."
	"Sure I promise that, Dad. I'd be a fool to, wouldn't I?"
	"Know what the consequences would be?"
	"You mean a spanking?"
	"Far worse than that, Wes. It would mean the arrest of
your mother and me and you two would go to government institutions
where you'd have no freedom at all, where you can be mis-treated by
sadists and perverts to their hearts content. And you'd have no say
whatsoever until you turn eighteen. Know what some men do to kids
like you?"
	"I've read the papers, Dad. They're poofters and queers."
	"But do you know what they would do to you?"
	"I... I... Uhm, sex things, I guess."
	"Like what?"
	Wes squirmed around on the bed and opened his hands
indicating he had no idea at all.
	"Imagine being held down by a man three times your
size, your clothes stripped away and then feel their big cock pushing
up you backside. It's called anal rape but imagine how you'd feel. No
one would listen to any complaint from a kid and when they've done it
once they'll be back pretty soon to do it again. You'll begin to live in
fear never knowing when you have to shove your bum in the air for
them and it won't be long before your sucking their cocks off
whenever it pleases them. Can you imagine that, Wes?"
	"Oh, shit, I'd die, Dad," the boy whimpered.
	"It's what you'd face if anyone ever learned of the way
we will be living once I marry your mother, Wes. We'll be a happy
and contented family enjoying each other's company and love but the
authorities would never see it that way. If they knew you and your
sister were required to appear naked before us all, or found we
allowed you to surf the net for all the pornography you can handle,
that's the outcome. Into a home and then wait to be raped by some big
black bastard who you couldn't ever stop."
	"I promise I'd never tell anyone, Dad," the youngster
said seriously.
	"Of course, there's nothing wrong with pornography as
long as it's kept private. It's what couples do every night behind their
closed doors so what's the problem with some people taking photos of
their little games for showing to others. Besides it will teach you a
million times faster about sex than trying to read books, don't you
think? Sex is the most pleasurable pastime and it is your Mother's and
my job to teach both you and Sam all there is to know."
	"Gee," the boy gasped as he realised what Jerry had said.
	"So a new computer and the Internet? Is that it?"
	"Will it cost too much?"
	"Money won't be a problem any more, Wes, I promise.
Here, let's shake on it. I have to go and talk to Sam now. Try to make
her understand too."
	"Are you going to tell her about being naked, too?" He
asked incredulously.
	"Sure. Just don't mention anything to her until you are
shown your sister in all her glory, OK? Then she'll know and you can
talk to her about it. Never seen her naked, is that it?"
	"She'd scream the house down if I had," the boy told him.
	I guess you'll be hoping it happens soon then?"
	Wes blushed and lowered his eyes. "I guess so," he
admitted and felt his cock stiffen.
	"Every woman is good to look at naked and I'm sure
you'll jerk off thinking about her a lot from now on,"
	Wes couldn't believe how casual his soon-to-be
stepfather spoke about Sam's nudity and now about him jerking off.
	No one knew he did that, not even his best friends. He had no answer.
	"Well, I guess it is all a bit much to take in all at once,
Wes. But sex is good, never be ashamed or embarrassed about it, boy.
Leave that to the girls."
	"OK Dad," he responded with a sly smile then as Jerry
was opening the door added, "Dad, thanks."
	"Sure, son."
	Son? It gave Wesley a deep warm feeling.

Chapter Twenty
	Jerry tapped on her door and waited several seconds
before calling out her name.
	"Samantha, may I come in?"
	Silence.
	"Samantha?"
	"What? Go away."
	"Samantha, I'm going to open your door and come in. I
need to talk with you."
	He heard some scuffling and gave her time to do
whatever she wanted to hide from him. He smiled, wondering whether
she was hiding underwear or getting dressed.
	Then he slowly turned the handle and pushed the door
slightly open, not intruding but said softly. "Let me talk with you,
Samantha. We need to talk."
	After several seconds of silence she replied in a soft
voice, "All right."
	Jerry entered and closed the door behind him. She was
sitting on the edge of her bed and her eyes were red from crying. "I
know you're upset, Samantha and I want to talk to you about it. I don't
want you to be unhappy, Samantha. Oh, can I call you Sam? It would
be so much easier."
	"I suppose."
	"I love your mother, Sam."
	It only sent the youngster into another bout of sobbing,
which took a while to subside. She wiped the tears away with her
handkerchief and sniffed several times.
	"Will you tell me why you're so unhappy, Sam? I'd
really like to know," he said softly.  "Please tell me."
	"Your not my father," she finally mumbled.
	"But I'd like to take his place, Sam, really I would. Do
you miss him that much? It's been a long time since he left isn't it?"
	"I hated him," she half mumbled and cried at the same
time. "He hurt Mum and I was glad when she divorced him."
	"Then you aren't upset because I'll be taking his place
then?"
	She looked at him for the first time, tears still welling
up.
	"Why didn't Mum tell me first," the youngster blurted
out almost fiercely, seemingly blaming Jerry for it all.
	"But we did, Sam. We've told no one else. Just you and Wes."
	"But you got married before you talked to us."
	"We aren't married yet, Sam. We would never do that
without you being there. In fact I've just spoken to Wes and want to
ask you the same thing; will you come with Wes to our wedding and
be the two witnesses we need? There will be just the four of us, and
the Minister. No one else is invited. Please say you will, Sam, Your
mother so wants you to be happy for us. We both want us to become a
happy and loving family, not like it was when your real father was
with you."
	"He was never a father," she stated bitterly.
	"I promise I won't be like him, Sam. And I don't want
to intrude into a family that doesn't want me but your mother and I
love each other so much and I do want you to learn to love me too."
	"You promise you won't get drunk and beat us, Mum
and me and Wes?"
	"Is that what he did, your real father?"
	"Yes," she whispered and tears flowed again.
	"Come here baby," he said holding out his arms to
cradle her in.
	Jerry was overjoyed when she suddenly stood and
actually rushed unto his arms, clinging to him, her face pressed against
his chest and her body wracked with deep sobs. He held her tightly to
him, running his hands over her back, feeling her juvenile bra strap
with the resulting twitch of his cock as he did so. Neither made a sound and
after several minutes he felt her relax and step back from their
embrace.
	"Can we sit down on your bed and talk, Sam?"
	She sniffed, nodded her head and led him to the side of
her bed. She felt very self-conscious sitting here in the closed room
with her new father. There was an air of intimacy she had never
felt before and it both daunted and excited her at the same time.
	"You're nervous, I can tell," Jerry said with a smile,
trying to break the ice.
	"Ye... I... I suppose I am," she stammered feeling
quite embarrassed.
	"I don't mind, you know. It isn't easy for anyone to talk
to their new stepfather for the first time. I want to learn to love you,
Sam, just as I love your mother. I want our family, well, I guess my
new family, to be the happiest and close family that ever lived. Do you
think that's possible?"
	She hadn't lifted her eyes from the floor since she sat
down beside him and still felt slightly uncomfortable but his self-
assurance and warmth began to ease her doubts.
	"Will Mum still love me?" She finally asked not
answering his question.
	"Is that what's worrying you, Sam? If you mother loves
me now, how can she love you too?"
	The youngster began to weep silently again, wiping her
eyes with the now very wet handkerchief. "I'm being stupid, I know,"
she excused herself.
	"I don't think you've ever been stupid, Sam. You're a
very beautiful young lady who is facing changes in her life right now
that all seem too hard to come to terms with. Is that how you feel?"
	"I think so," she agreed, happy that he seemed to
understand her feelings.
	"Are you happy for your mother, Sam?"
	"Look," she said firmly as some of her confidence
returned. "We were a happy family before you came along," she told
him with purpose leaving her real meaning for him to grasp himself.
	"I'm sure you were," Jerry agreed, knowing just how to
change her attitude. "But what about your mother? She had been
working six days a week just to scrape enough money together to pay
the mortgage, feed you all and give you the education and all those
extras that you and Wes demanded. I'm not blaming you, Sam, or
Wesley, because your mother did it out of love for you both. But think
about her life. Very few friends, no one she could share intimate things
with, no one to fulfill her sexually and no money to spend on those little
luxuries women like so much. She shared all that between you and Wes."

	"I... I... Never knew... Oh, I never thought... Oh, ..."
	And the tears flowed again.
	"I'm not telling you this to make you feel ashamed,
Sam. Your mother never complained once because she loves you so
much she wanted to do those things for you. Look, I'll tell you this,
I've paid off the mortgage, your mother doesn't know so please don't
tell her because I want to surprise her with the clear deeds to the
property on our wedding day. She doesn't have to go back to work
now because I'll become the breadwinner as a man should."
	"Are you rich? I mean, you're a lawyer, they're rich,
aren't they?"
	"Some are. I'll earn enough to keep you living in the
manner you're accustomed to," he said with a smile, looking at
her.
	She glanced at him and saw the happy smile that told
her he was joking with her.
	"Yes, all right, I can provide whatever you need, young
lady but don't tell anyone. The revenue people would just love to hear
that. You don't work for the Revenue Bureau do you?"
	"No," she sniggered.
	"Phew, that's a relief," he said dramatically which
made her laugh for the first time.
	"Sam, some things will change in the family as I
become part of it."
	"What things?"
	"Well for one thing I will be head of the house, not
your mother. It's a man's role and because you haven't had a man
about the house for so long you may find it difficult to accept my
decisions instead of your mother's. What do you think about that?"
	She thought for a time, brushing her toes across the
carpet, not really sure what to say. "I suppose... I suppose I can
understand that... uhm, what do I call you?"
	"Your mother calls me Jeremy but I would be very
honoured if you would call me, Daddy."
	"Daddy? It sounds so... so juvenile."
	"Well one thing I want you to do is call your mother,
Mummy from now on. It just sounds so much more loving than Mum.
I've already asked Wes to do the same, you know."
	"You have? What did he say?"
	"Oh, he was happy to agree."
	"He did?" She asked in surprise.
	"He was happy to when I explained. I did tell him he
could call me Dad but I would very much like my new daughter to call
me Daddy. Would you do that from now on?"
	"What about when my friends come around? Do I still
have to do that then?"
	"If you didn't, you'd be using double standards, Sam.
Can you understand that?"
	"But they'll think me a child..."
	"Is it better to carry double standards just because
someone might laugh at you? In fact you will find many girls do that
but where is the honesty? If you can call us Mummy and Daddy to our
faces why can't you do it in front of your friends too? They'll soon get
used to it you know and I might add, they'll respect you more for
being honest. Just tell them you like calling us by those more loving
names. Will you do that for me, Sam?"
	"Y... Yes, I suppose," she agreed hesitantly.
	"Sam, I told Wes there are some things I expect of you
both, I call them the three 'O's'."
	"What is that?"
	"I expect you to be totally open with me and your
mother. Than means no secrets, none at all. It means you keep nothing
from us at all. You'll discuss anything at all with us, things that you
may have thought private or personal, things that you think might be
embarrassing, nothing is to be taboo between us, Can you understand
what I mean by that, Sam?"
	"I... I'm not sure, uhm... Uhm, Daddy," she said nervously.
	"Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart," he said, holding her
face between his hands and kissing her on the forehead. "Thank you,"
he beamed at her and she smiled self-consciously. "You're still not
sure what I mean by Openness?"
	"Well, no, I guess not."
	"Then let me ask you this; name something that you
would never talk to your mother about, something private and
personal."
	He saw the blush rising across her face and she began
to wriggle and it stirred his loins no end. She was indeed embarrassed.
	"Sam...?"
	"Well, uhm, I don't..."
	"Want me to make a suggestion?"
	"Uhm, I suppose..."
	"I'm going to ask you two things, Sam, and I want you
to be entirely open with me. Will you do that please?"
	More hesitation and shuffling then she agreed.
	"Are you a virgin, Sam?"
	Her eyes shot up into his face and he saw her face turn
crimson. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.
	"Sam?" He had no intention of letting her off the hook.
	"It's embarrassing," she whimpered.
	"What I want you to understand, Sam is that nothing
should embarrass you between members of your own family. Just tell
me then all the concern you have falls away immediately. Well?"
	"Y... Yes," she whispered.
	"What? You are a virgin or you agree the concerns will fall away?"
	"No, I'm a virgin... Daddy."
	He turned and wrapped his arms around her and held
her for more than a minute.
	"Thank you, little one. Thank you for trusting me and
being open. It wasn't so bad was it?"
	"It was... It was awful," she whispered but he noticed
she didn't burst into tears again.
	"One day, Sam, I want to have a long talk to you about
virginity. It's so precious that you must protect it fiercely until the
right man comes along."
	"Oh," she gasped at the thought of such a discussion.
	"One more thing I want you to tell me about is your periods."
	"My per... Oh, I can't," she gasped in shock.
	"I want you to be open with your new daddy, Sam.
Please," he added encouragingly.
	Her face was blushing crimson red, which stirred him
no end, and she found it difficult to say anything. Finally she gulped
and with a small broken voice asked, "What do you want to know?"
	"Everything. Why don't you start from the beginning
and keep nothing back. That's what openness means, Sam. It only
hurts in your mind, nowhere else. Once you learn to be open with your
parents you'll find life much more easy to cope with."
	"I feel as though I'm going to faint, Daddy," she gasped
but he knew she wouldn't. "Must we do this?"
	"Indeed we must, young lady. And it must be right
now," he added a little more forcefully. "Don't forget every girl in the
world has periods so it isn't such a big secret really, is it?"
	"I... I guess not. I... I... It started when I'd just turned
eleven years old and I have it every month. Is that what you want?"
	"And...?"
	"Oh," she sighed and took a deep breath. "My last one
finished just two days ago and the next one is due exactly three weeks
time. It always lasts for five days so with two days since it finished
there's three weeks to go." She looked up at him hoping it was over.
	"What do you use?"
	"Mum buys... Mummy buys me Kotex pads," she said
with more blushing.
	"Do you feel sick when they arrive?"
	"Only sometimes. Mum... Mummy gives me some Asprin then."
	"What do you do with the used pads? Sam?"
	She blushed deeply again if that were possible. "I, uhm,
I put them in special bags and they go into the garbage."
	"I guess it's hard to keep it secret from Wesley, then?"
	"Oh, I'd hate it if he ever..."
	"He will, you know. Otherwise you wouldn't be open
with him, would you?"
	Sam couldn't believe what she heard. She gasped and
looked at him hoping she had misheard him but the look on his face
told her she hadn't. "Daddy, I couldn't, I just couldn't tell Wes I was
having my period. I would die."
	"Have you died talking to me about it?"
	"That's different?"
	"How?"
	"Because you're not Wesley."
	"I don't want this family to grow up with secrets from
each other, Sam. Just as he will learn to be open so must you. It is for
all of us not just you. I want you to understand that please."
	"But it's so... It's private," she pleaded.
	"Even your mother will not keep her periods from you
from now on, Sam, and once you learn to act that way yourself you'll
find so much more freedom. Anyway, let me tell you this and I don't
want you to let me down. When you begin your next period I want you
to announce that fact quite clearly to us during dinner that evening.
Then it's all out in the open and everyone knows what you're going
through and will have sympathy for you when you don't feel so well.
In fact your mother's period is due at the end of next week so she will
be the first to announce such an event. Once that's over it will become
commonplace."
	The look on her face was a cross between disbelief and
indignation and Jerry knew he was going to have many arousing
moments making her do things she hated.
	"Promise?"
	"Promise what?" She asked.
	"That you won't let me down," he said bluntly.
	She hesitated then looked at Jerry and asked, "Will Wes
have to hear me too?"
	"Of course. He's part of your family. Why shouldn't he be
included?"
	"I don't want to do it, Daddy."
	"Then I'm going to be blunt with you, Sam, because
you will learn that you have to obey your parents. Now while I'm not
your real Daddy, I will take on that role when I marry your mother in
just a weeks time. From then on, both your mother and I expect you
and Wes to obey us in every way, no matter what. I won't have you
questioning our authority."
	"That's not fair," she said defiantly.
	"In fact it's very fair and it will lead to a family unit
that becomes the most loving family you could ever meet. I'm not
trying to become some sort or ogre, Sam, but I do intend to lead us all
towards a goal of happiness and closeness that I know will excite you
more than you could ever imagine right now. But Sam, to achieve that,
there has to be one leader pointing the way, not four individuals all
going their own way. I know it isn't easy being told how to do even the
simplest things but it is the only way to learn and at times that learning
will be difficult. You will be punished..."
	"Punished? What does that mean?"
	"Exactly what it is meant to mean. You will be
penalized for small wrongs and you will be more harshly punished for
bigger wrong doings, which I must tell you includes refusing to obey.
That, in fact, is the second part of the '3 O's' I mentioned when we
began talking. First there's openness then comes obedience. I and your
mother will require absolute obedience from now on, no ifs and buts,
no hesitation, just immediate obedience."
	"It's not fair," she pouted.
	"I wonder if you will still be saying that in three months
time, Sam," Jerry said with a far off look. "I can see four people
loving each other so much that they never want to be apart. Even you
and Wesley will love each other so much that there will never be a
thought of fighting as you do now... No, I know how it is with young
people," he interrupted her attempt to object. "They want to be top dog
and so take great delight in putting their siblings down whenever they
can. That will cease in this household, Sam. Wes knows it and now so
do you."
	"Yes, Sir," she said, her head bowed. Then she looked
up at him and asked, "How will you punish me?"
	"Do you really want to know?"
	"Of course."
	"It will begin with groundings and missing dinner."
	"Oh, shit, Mum does that already."
	"Not very successful then, I guess," he quipped. "Then
the next level is a good spanking, on the bottom."
	"You wouldn't," she dared him but suddenly lost her
courage. "Would you?"
	"A good spanking is what every young girl needs from
time to time but if she continues to disobey it will move to a bare
bottom spanking, panties around your ankles." He stopped
purposefully to see her reaction. A look of horror crossed her face at
the thought of ever having to face that. "Mum would never do that,"
she stated presumptuously.
	"But I would."
	"You? On my bare bottom? Never."
	"Most definitely. In fact Friday will be set aside to take
each of you to task for your misdemeanors of the week. When any of
the three of you..."
	"Three of us? Who?"
	"You, Wes and your mother of course."
	"You'd spank Mum too? I don't believe it."
	"She knows. One of the conditions of our marriage, in
fact. I will become the head of this house in every way but she will be
right there beside me."
	"And I suppose Wes and I walk a pace behind like the
Prince?"
	"Ah, good one, Sam. Yes very good, I like that," he said
with a laugh. "No you'll be beside us too and you'll be holding our
hands."
	"So you can't spank me?"
	"That's quite metaphoric, Sam, but keep in mind, my
hand will always be prepared."
	"So, what happens if you spank me on the bare and
then I'm still not good enough for you?"
	"Do you know what a tawse is, Sam?"
	"A tors? No."
	"It's spelled t-a-w-s-e and comes from England where
they had very strict school rules in earlier days. It's a thick leather
strap about 2 inches wide with a cut right down the centre. Hurts like
the devil, so I'm told. I have several."
	"You'd use that? That's torture."
	"That's discipline. I also have several wonderful
jockey's whips and if it progresses beyond that I'm sure I can find
ways to hold you quite secure while they are laid on your bare body
until you admit you have been very naughty."
	"I'll try to be good, Daddy," she said quietly, not
wishing to upset him in any way and yet frightened at the implications
of his threats.
	"I know you will, baby. And I promise you times will
be good for us all but I'm sure there will be reasons for punishments
even if you try your very best, no one ever succeeds all the time," he
warned her without threatening in any way. "Sam, there is one thing I
have to tell you that is very important, not just for you but for all of
us."
	"What is it, Daddy?" She was feeling quite happy to
call him Daddy now it somehow gave her a comforting feeling. He
was beginning to fill a void and although she couldn't put her finger
on exactly how his presence made her feel that way, she was sure it
was for the good.
	"It's very important that you never speak to anyone
about what we do as a family, Sam. There will always be people who
won't agree with all the things we will do together and it would only
take one person to complain, even if they didn't understand what we
were doing, for the authorities could come and jail your mother and I
and put you and Wes into a home. I don't have to tell you what that
would be like. Once a child comes under their care they'll never
escape and live a life of drudgery and unhappiness until at least they
turn eighteen, maybe even longer. There's countless stories of workers
in those places using the children for their own personal pleasure, girls
become constantly raped and made to perform vile things for both men
and women and Wesley would find himself used just as much by
perverts. Do you know what certain kinds of men do to young boys,
Sam?"
	"I've heard about pedophiles but I'm not sure..."
	"Some men lust to rape young boy's bottoms,
and where better to find young boys than to work in places where the
kids are literally at their mercy. Girls are abused just the same way,
there's no love just older men and women's lust. They're not nice
places and no one would listen to a kid if they ever complained; their
abuse would just become worse. Could you ever imagine living under
that sort of authority, knowing it was you that put yourself and Wes
there and sent your parents to prison for a very long time?"
	Sam watched Jerry with a horrified look as he detailed
the results of speaking to people about their new lifestyle. She had no
idea what Jerry had in store for her but the thought of what might
happen if she did speak out would be something that remained with
her for many years after this discussion. "But I wouldn't tell anyone,
Daddy. I promise I wouldn't."
	"We will be doing many very pleasurable things
together, Sam and I know you will soon learn how wonderful a real
loving family can be for each member, but you have to be on your guard
never to even hint what we do together, not even to your best friends."
	"What kind of things will we do, Daddy?"
	"Oh, there's no need to go into that just now, you will
soon learn, baby, just let things take their course," he encouraged her
with a smile then went on. "Now there are some things we can get
under way right away. Do you wear pantyhose or tights?"
	"Oh yes, sometimes."
	"From now on, they are banned for all members of this
house. Please bring them and put them in a heap on the floor."
	"Why?"
	"That's something you'll have to learn, Sam. When I
ask you to do anything, I don't expect to be questioned about it. If I
want you to know why, I'll tell you. In this case, I will explain.
They are an abomination to womanhood, they stop access to the very
centre of a woman's core and besides they are unhygienic. From now
on if you need to wear stockings, you will do so with a garter belt."
	"But at school...?"
	"What about school?"
	"When I change for sport, others will see me. They'll
laugh. Anyway if we're caught in anything but school tights we get
detention."
	"Then you may keep your school pantyhose but bring
all the rest. From now on, the moment you step inside our front door
before you do anything you'll remove the offensive garment.
Understand?"
	"Yes, Daddy," she agreed, realising his demands were law.
	"What other underwear do you have to wear to school?"
	"Oh," she blushed.
	"Sam, remember what you agreed about openness?"
	"Yes, Sir," she agreed softly as the blush rose on her
cheeks. "Uhm, we have to wear white cotton panties and bra, that's
all. For sport we have a sports bra." She felt dreadful explaining such
intimacies to a man she didn't know very well and yet the way he
asked seemed so innocent.
	"I don't think you need to wear a bra at all," he told
her. "Your little boobies look just lovely, Sam. What size do you wear?"
	"Uhm, 30b," she said immediately then blushed furiously.
	"Don't ever be ashamed about your breasts, little one.
They are just charming. Now, from now on I do not want to ever see
you wearing slacks so you can put any you have on the pile too."
	She looked up into his face but on seeing his
seriousness she went straightaway and dumped the several pairs she
owned, onto the floor.
	"Now let's look at your sleepwear. No more pajamas
except for baby dolls. Put the rest onto the heap."
	"All of them? That's all I ever wear to bed, Daddy."
	"You have no nightdresses?"
	"Oh, some but I never wear any of them."
	"From now on you will. Get the jamies."
	Her shoulders slumped but she obeyed.
	"Now your bras and panties, I want to see them."
	"But... But, Daddy...?"
	"Stop being coy, Sam. Just bring them and lay them out
on the bed. I'll decide which ones you can keep."
	"But they're all good," she told him seriously.
	"But I'm sure I won't like many of them and that's
important, don't you think?"
	"But you'll never see them," she complained.
	"When you have no secrets of course I'll see them and
when I do I want to take pleasure in seeing them. Those I don't like
won't give me pleasure."
	She had no idea what he meant but this wasn't the time
to argue. She would complain to her mother later.
	When she laid them out she soon saw only the smallest
and those that were transparent were left for her, all the others were
discarded.
	"What about the ones you're wearing now?"
	"The ones I'm...? Oh, they're just normal," she said
hesitantly.
	"Let me see."
	"Wha...? You mean...?"
	"Sam what have we been talking about for the last
hour? For goodness sake, just lift your skirt and show me."
It was the most embarrassing moment she could ever
remember. Not even her mother had seen her in her underwear let
alone a man.
	"I... I don't... I can't, Daddy."
	"That will be marked against you, Sam. Please don't let
me have to ask a second time. I am your father after all, for goodness
sake. Why do you call me Daddy if I'm not."
	He had a way with words that left her with no answer.
	With an ever-reddening face she slowly raised her skirt
until just the leg of her panties were visible.
	"All the way Sam, then turn around so I can see them
clearly."
	Oh, it was awful. She could hardly catch her breath her
heart was beating so fast. But she knew she had no choice. With a
deep breath, she closed her eyes and lifted the hem of her skirt above
her waist then slowly pirouetted until she faced him again. Before she
opened her eyes she felt his hands fumbling with the buttons on her
blouse and jumped back.
	"Just stand still, Sam, It's no more than you've just
showed me," he said beckoning her back towards him with his fingers.
Then he continued to undo several buttons and parted her blouse to
look at her bra. Jerry wasn't actually looking at her underwear rather
the plumpness of her small breasts that filled the bra. Oh, yes, he
thought. My first cupping of these will send me into bliss, he thought
as he closed the garment and allowed her to do the buttons up.
	"Please put these with the ones on the floor, Sam."
	"What now? With you here?"
	"No, you can do it later. Now let's sit down and I'll tell
you why I want these garments sent to the Charity shop. Sam, despite
what you've been taught at school, women were created to give
pleasure to men, they are not simply here to do what they like
themselves. Men like to see women in clothes that arouse their curiosity. A
beautiful girl dressed in dowdy clothes does little for a man's thoughts
of her but if she is clothed in garments that show off her attributes
with class and style men will stop and stare, wondering what she's
like, what is she wearing under that dress, what does she look like
beneath her underwear. That is how I want you and your mother to
dress, not for those peasants out there who drool over any classy
woman who comes along but for me. I want you to dress for me and
me alone. When you wear sexy underwear and beautiful clothes I want
to wonder about you. You will dress to please me, to arouse me and to
attract me to you. Do you understand why I've thrown out all those
clothes now?"
	"You mean about sex, Daddy? Do you think about sex
when you see me? And Mum... I mean Mummy?"
	"Of course I do, sweetheart. When my women are
dressed beautifully they not only look beautiful but they feel beautiful.
Never wear slacks, baby. It takes away all the mystique. If a man
wants sex, in his mind of course, slacks say to him, this woman gives
me no access to her treasures and that is not what I want to think when
I look at you or your mother. Now I know you've been thinking it's
wrong to throw away all these clothes but I've given your mother a
credit card and I have one for you too. Here," he said, handing her a
gold Amex card with her name on it.  I had to tell them you were
sixteen but you won't tell anyone will you?"
	"Uh? Oh, no of course not," she said her mind in turmoil.
	"I want you to stop home from school tomorrow and go
on a spending spree with your mother. Go to all the expensive shops
and buy until you drop. I've told your mother you are to buy arms full
of sexy underwear and sleepwear and I want lots of dresses that button
up the front and skirts and blouses. Lots of short skirts too. Be sexy to
feel sexy, little one."
	"Oh," she gasped at his straightforward words. "You
mean I can buy whatever I want. How much. Two hundred dollars, is
that too much?"
	"How about five thousand dollars apiece. Do you think
you can look beautiful after that?"
	"Five thou...? Oh, Daddy, thank you," she squealed as
she lunged herself against him and hugged him tightly. "Do you really
mean that much?"
	"With one condition."
	He saw here questioning look.
	"I want you and your mother to model some of the
nighties and underwear for me tomorrow night."
	"In my underwear? Oh," she sighed. "That will make
me feel terrible."
	"But I will enjoy it."
	She looked at him seriously then smiled. "Could you
please not let Wes see us, at least for this time? I know you think he
shouldn't be kept out of our secrets but this would be so embarrassing
for him to see me without proper clothes on."
	"Just this once I agree. So it's a deal?"
	"Yes," she said, spat on her hand and held it out for
him to do the same then shake. Instead he took her hand in his, kissed
then licked the spit from her palm then took it and shook.
	"See you in your panties then," he laughed as he rose to
leave. "Oh, there's just one more thing, Sam. After the modeling your
mother will be doing something that I want you to accept without any
objections. You might find it a little embarrassing but it will only be
between the three of us and I want you to obey completely. Don't ask,
just promise."
	"Yes," she said shyly, wondering just what it could be.
	She stayed awake long into the night thinking of all that
had happened today. About the strange things her new Daddy had
spoken of, the unknown things, the words he used, sexy, she had to
look sexy for him. Oh, it made her blush even in the dark. Her hand
laid against her breast and she began stroking a nipple through her
nightie. It was nice, yes nighties are O.K., she decided. Then
something suddenly ran through her mind; nighties like skirts and
dresses can be easily pushed up a girl's body to give anyone access to
her pussy. No pantyhose, no slacks...? Surely Daddy wouldn't want to
do that? Touch me? With his hands? No... But her thoughts returned
to his words, women are made to give pleasure to men. And he
actually told her to buy lots of sexy underwear. Isn't that what he said?
He wanted her to look sexy so she would feel sexy. Oh, it was all too
much to think about then the matter of five thousand dollars to spend
made her smile. It was the last thing she remembered before drifting
off to a deep sleep.

Chapter Twenty One
	Sally and Samantha arrived home late in the afternoon,
worn out and feeling highly elated. For Sam it was a revelation,
walking into shops she would never have thought of because they were
so expensive. She had no idea how many changes of clothes she had
gone through during the day but was sure it was at least a hundred. Her
mother guided her in what to wear to look smart and she too even used
the phrase, "Oh, that does look sexy on you, darling," several times.
	Sam wasn't sure about some of the clothes her mother
made her choose, skirts that flared out yet were so short that she was
sure her panties would show, tank tops that were no more than a strip
of material across her chest and some so loose they almost fell off her
shoulders and down her body. She was made to choose two blouses
that were so transparent they were thinner than stockings and some
blouses were very tight, especially across her bosoms. She was very
pleased with the summer dresses, at least four she remembered that
buttoned right down the front and felt light as a feather. Some of those
were tight across her chest too but flared out from the waist. She also
bought, at her mother's insistence, a pair of shorts that were so loose
around her hips yet were cut high so that little more than a string of
material covered her pussy and the legs were so wide she was sure her
whole body would could fit through one leg hole.
	But it was the lingerie shops that really shocked the
young girl. They had looked in several shops but her mother decided
nothing was good enough. Finally they entered a store that Sam had
never noticed before, mostly because there was no window displays at
all, just blackened glass with the name 'Essentials' in gold lettering.
	Her mother spoke to a woman behind a reception desk
and they were shown to a smallish room and introduced to another
woman, perhaps her mother's age.
	"We need to restock all out frillies, my dear," her
mother said with a smile and added, "And my daughter has just
become a teenager and I promised her she could buy whatever she
wants today. So can you please show us a selection?" She waved her
Goldcard in front of the sales girl who immediately became very
helpful indeed.
	Soon, panty and bra sets were spread across the
benches and her mother began to choose. At first Sam thought her
mother was buying for herself because most of the sets she chose to try
on were see through, or small or downright obscene, she thought. Who
would ever wear panties that had a slit right along the line of her
crotch, or bras that never actually covered the nipples? But when the
sales girl informed them the room was for their private use and they
could fit the garments without having to go into a fitting room, her
mother instructed Sam to remove her clothes.
	"What, me? You mean right here? But..." she
whispered, "She's still here."
	"She's always here, silly. She has to fit them to make
sure they are the right size. She's seen all sorts of women naked so you
won't be any great exception. Off with everything, it's the only way."
	When she hesitated further, Sam was surprised when
her mother reminded her that this stubbornness would be remembered
on Friday. She then realised that her mother knew exactly what her
soon to be father had warned her about Fridays. So she stripped and
hated every moment until the woman looked at her and said softly,
	"Don't worry, dear. The first time is always the worst. I have a lot of
teenagers who shop here and feel just like you do now, embarrassed at
being naked in front of me. I've seen so many naked bodies here yours
won't worry me in the least.
	After that Sam just accepted her situation and allowed
her mother to slip bras and panties on and off at will. She had no idea
how many sets were bought for her for her mother was fitting at the
same time and quite a pile was put aside as chosen.
	Then came suspenders and of all things, French
knickers that she had read about but never seen before. The silk felt
very sexy against her cool skin. Body stockings and camisoles and
teddies were added to the pile, then came the nightgowns that made
Sam gasp with pleasure. Most were very thin or had thin straps and
lots of cleavage even with her small boobies. A couple hugged her
body all the way to the floor but most were diaphanous and she could
see even her secret places through them
, in the fitting mirrors.
	Several times her mother bought the same style for
herself saying, "We'll be twins, darling." By the end of the day she had
no idea how much they spent between them but she was dead tired. On
the way home her mother was mostly silent but one comment sank in
with a jolt.
	"You ought to take a nap when we get home, baby.
After all, we have to model some of our purchases for Daddy tonight,
don't we?"
	Oh, that. She'd completely forgotten that promise. So
she did what she was told and slipped beneath the covers until supper
was ready.

	When she sat at the table she glanced at her Daddy but
he gave no indication of either their shopping foray or what he was
expecting after dinner. Wesley looked on innocently and for all the
world, nothing strange was evident at all. It surprised and intrigued her
and made her wonder whether he had been teasing her when he
demanded a modeling of her new clothes.
	However, when dinner was over her daddy gave the
first indication that something indeed was to happen this evening
when he said, "Wesley, I want you to go to your room straight away
and remain there until morning. Under no circumstances are you to
enter the living area this evening, no matter how urgent you may think
it is. I have some important matters to attend to and you are not to
interrupt in any way. Do not even open your door once you go inside. I
suggest you visit the bathroom now because you won't have the
chance after that."
	"What's going on?" Wes asked with surprise. "Does
Sam have to do the same?"
	"You were told to do something and I expect you to
obey, not ask questions, young man," he retorted severely. "I will
record your misdemeanor for Friday, Wesley."
	"I... I didn't mean... I'm sorry, Dad," he stammered
and immediately left the room.
	Sam looked on; open eyed at the way her Daddy spoke
to her brother for she had not heard Wes spoken to like that, ever. And
then it dawned on her that Wes was not invited to her showing tonight
and she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more comfortable now.
But that was soon shattered when her mother announced, "Daddy,
would you like to seat yourself in the living room. It's show time."
	Daddy never said a word or even looked in Sam's
direction. He just left with no sign of excitement at all. Sam thought it
was all so very decent, but those thoughts would soon be dispelled.

	Sally then led her daughter to the main bedroom where
Sam saw some of her new clothes laid out on the bed.
	"You have to give your new daddy a very good show
tonight, Samantha. After all, he allowed you to spend so much money
to look pretty and I want you to assure him you want to look pretty
especially for him."
	Sam wasn't listening very well for what
was laid out on the bed took almost her entire attention. The first item
was OK she thought, one of the long summer dresses that came down
below her knees but the rest... They were the most revealing of all the
things she had purchased, or rather her mother had purchased because
Sam herself had very little say in what was finally chosen. When she
tried to object about some of the things, she was actually threatened
with penalties if she made any fuss in front of the shop girls. So here
before her eyes were all the clothes that would allow her new daddy to
see her almost naked.
	"Mum...?" She asked, her eyes still on the offending
items. "Mummy, I'm not going to let Daddy see me in these, am I?"
	"You most certainly are, my dear," Sally said firmly.
	"But it will show my boobies to him. And look at this,
he will see all my... you know." She held up a g-string that was
completely transparent and hardly bigger than a dollar coin.
	"Now you listen to me, Sam. Jeremy, your new daddy,
is a good man. He hasn't once tried to force himself on me in all the
times we have been alone, even when we were naked together..."
	"Naked," the youngster cried out in surprise. "You
were nak...?"
	"I'm a grown woman who hasn't had the pleasures of a
man making love to me for more than seven years, Sam. When you get a little
older you'll know what I mean once you learn how wonderful sex is.
But try as I might, Jeremy has refused all my advances until we are
married. He is going to be your Daddy, Sam and I expect you to show
him the honour and gratitude he deserves. I will expect you never to
cover yourself up from his gaze if he wants to look at you. Never, do
you hear?" She said in a definitely threatening tone. "Well?"
	Sam didn't know what to say. To agree meant showing
herself completely, to refuse she knew, meant a spanking at the very
least. "But Mum, look at these," she said picking up the crotchless
panties.  "They're rude. They'll open up when I put them on and he'll
see my... you know."
	"It's called a vagina, Samantha. There's nothing wrong
in talking about a pussy. Anyway, so what if he does see your pussy? He's
your father and he has rights, you know."
	Sam knew this was going to be the worst night of her
life. The only good thing was that Wes wasn't here to see her also.
	Her mother went on, "Of course if you continue to be
so stubborn I can bring Wesley in to watch as well. Would that make
you more comfortable?"
	"Noooo," the young girl cried out.  More comfortable?
She thought, how would he being here make me more comfortable?
	"Then do as I tell you. Put these on first and then the
dress." She indicated a soft pale pink bra and French knicker set made
of pure silk. At least these are OK and the dress covers everything,
	Sam told herself as she began to dress. Then she realised her mother
wasn't changing into any of her new clothes.
	"Mum, aren't you going to show Daddy your new clothes?"
	"I'm going to supervise you baby but I am going to
wear a little something so he stays interested in me still after seeing
your beautiful young body," she said and Sam saw her take a see-
through negligee and slip it on. Sam gasped for it was the first time
she had really seen her mother in anything revealing although in the
last few days she was aware of catching glimpses down her mother's
blouses or up her skirt. That wasn't like her mother either and she
knew Wes was getting just as much peeking too. But here stood her
mother in a black lacy thing that showed every line and curve and
crevice of her body. Sam had to admit that her mother did look
beautiful even if she was over the hill at thirty-five. To Sam that was
simply ancient but when she stood tall in this exposed way, Sam had
to admit her mother was very attractive.
	"Aren't you going to wear anything under that, Mum? I
mean he will see you almost naked."
	"Darling, I told you, he's already seen me quite naked. Like it?"
	"You look beautiful, Mum," the young girl said,
blushing. She had never complimented her mother like that, nor had
she stood so close to her in this state of dress.
	"Thank you, sweetheart," she said than added, "By the
way, baby, it's Mummy, remember. I'm afraid that will go onto your
record for Friday."
	Sam looked stunned but never replied.
	"Then let's go and interest your new daddy in woman
flesh," she said taking her daughter's elbow and walking her into the
living room. Sam noticed the lights had been dimmed but one hidden
spotlight shone down from the ceiling to a spot in front of
where her daddy was sitting.
	Jerry sat in his favourite chair, his back to them as they
entered and Sally made a grand entrance by singing, "Da, da," as they
stood in front of him.
	He looked from one to the other, scrutinizing,
considering. It made Sam so nervous she could feel her knees
wobbling and had to concentrate fully on standing still.
	"So this is my new harem," he stated as though to
himself. "Oh, I do like what I see," he said to them for the first time
and smiled warmly at each of the women.
	"We are here, my soon to be husband, to show our
gratitude for the clothes you bought us today. There were so many that
we could never model them in one evening so Sam has agreed to show
you just a few garments she chose for herself. We are so thankful for
your generosity, aren't we, Sam?"
	"Yes, thank you, Daddy," the youngster said, smiling
nervously.
	"So Daddy," Sally went on, "this is one of several
summer dresses you will see Sam wearing. Notice how it floats around
her young body, soft as a feather and yet shows her small breasts
prominently."  Sam gasped as her mother stroked her hand softly over
one of Sam's breasts as she was describing the garment.
	"Yes, very pretty," Daddy agreed as he looked directly
at Sam's bosoms. At least that's what the youngster thought.
	Her mother went on, "Beneath this Sam is wearing pure
silk. She told me it feels like a feather brushing against her nakedness.
Show your Daddy, Samantha."
	Sam's gaze jerked from the carpet, which she had been
focusing on while her father looked on, to her mother when she heard
those words.
	"Show...?" She stammered. "What, Mum? What do you mean?"
	"Lift your dress and show Daddy how soft your panties	are."
	"You mean...?" She gasped, feeling the blush grow hotter.
	"Unless you'd prefer Daddy to lift the skirt himself."
	"Wha...? Uh, no," she stammered, trying to overcome
the shock. "Uhm, will I lift my frock up to let Daddy see underneath?"
	"Exactly. Be quick about it, we can't stay up all night."
	Sam tried to turn her back on her father but Sally
wasn't having any of that. "Never cover yourself from Daddy, Sam. He
is your Daddy and you should be pleased, excited even, to let him see
your secrets. Remember about not keeping secrets?"
	"Yes, Mum... I mean, Mummy," the youngster sighed
and leaned own to take hold of the hem of her frock. Oh how terrible it
felt as the hem slowly rose up her legs. She knew her face must have
been red as a beetroot for she could feel the heat reaching far down
over her chest. She couldn't look her Daddy in the eyes; that was just
too much so she looked to the floor, trying desperately to stop the tears
that were welling up in her eyes. She could feel the coolness of the air
on her thighs and had to clasp the frock a second time to keep it rising.
When she felt the edge brush against her pussy mound she stopped and
stood still as a mouse.
	"Higher, dear. Give Daddy a good look at your panties.
Good, girl," Sally added when her daughter complied. "Now turn
around slowly and lift the back too, so Daddy can see clearly." Oh, it
was just too much and they all heard the one lone sob that left the
youngster's lips. Sally saw the tears flow down her daughter's cheeks
and was ecstatic that Jeremy should witness the child's humiliation on
the first night of many she was about to endure.
	Sally felt concern for her daughter but countered that by
telling herself that Jeremy was the family's salvation both from a
financial point and from a family aspect. That Jeremy wanted to
dominate the whole three, she knew and was quite comfortable having
a man who could lead them. That he also demanded sexual
gratification through humiliation and bondage of both women and
through humiliation of the boy although not through direct sexual
contact, she agreed for that was why he chose her, she was quite sure
of that now. How did he know she had such beautiful and pubescent
children when he first approached her, she had often asked herself and
decided it was simply coincidence?  After all, what man in his position
would chase a woman of her age when he could have every flighty
young thing he desired. But he chose to woo her well before he knew
she had children, teenagers at that.
	She wasn't stupid and accepted the fact that unless she
gave Sam and Wes to him with her blessing he wouldn't have stayed.
Why then hadn't he simply fucked her the first chance he had? Why
had he held off? His opportunities were there well before he met the
kids. Another matter that returned to her time and time again was the
unknown entrance into The Covenant that he had spoken to her about
several times. She along with Sam were to become the wives of every
member of that group including the boys while Wes would be a
husband to every female including his own mother and sister.
	The questions were of such depth that she never found
the answers she needed and was unsure whether to broach the subject
with him or not. As it was, she remained silent, waiting.
	She saw Sam finish her pirouette for her father and let
her dress fall back into place.
	"Very nice, Samantha," he told the youngster, which
only helped her blush all the more. It was absolutely horrid having to
expose herself like that yet to pacify her mother, she gave a nervous
little smile in acknowledgement.
	"Oh, you still have to see her bra, Daddy," Sally said
happily and began to undo the buttons at the top of the long summer
dress.
	"Mummy, what are you doing?" Sam gasped and tried
to pull away but Sally had a firm hold on the girl's bodice. "Be still,
darling. Smile and show Daddy you're happy for Mummy to undress
you."
	"No, no," the youngster begged, bending forward to try
and stop her humiliation.
	"Ten spanks," Sally said softly as she fought her
daughter's fingers.
	"Oh," Sam gasped and became still.
      She suffered her fate in silence and soon felt the dress
slip down her arms and off altogether. She stood before her Daddy
in French knickers and a small bra, desperately wanting to shield
herself from his intense gaze but knowing she would never be allowed.
Her arms fell to her sides and she didn't know where else to look but
down at the carpet.
	"Look at Daddy and smile, darling," her mother
directed as she lifted Sam's chin upward.
	"See your little girl, Daddy. Do you like what you see?"
Sally asked hopefully.
	"Oh, indeed. You're very beautiful, Samantha, you will
make such a beautiful bride," he said, his gaze moving from her
boobies to her crotch. He then smiled and added, "Can you see why
girls should wear French knickers more often, Sam?"
	Sam looked down but couldn't understand what he
meant. She looked up at him just as she felt her mother's hand slide
down her stomach then under the leg band of the very loose knickers.
	"Now can you understand, Sam?" Her mother asked.
	"Uhm," the youngster mumbled. "I suppose so... So
men can touch girls easily."
	"Very good dear," her Daddy said, clapping his hands
lightly. "So you will wear them for me often?"
	"Yes," Sam said with a soft squeak.
	Her mother led her out of the room, patting her bottom
gently all the way back to the bedroom. "Quickly, off with those, dear.
Don't want Daddy to lose interest. Can't be too long away."  This time
it was a lace black teddy that showed not only her nipples but also the
small amount of hair that had begun to grow around her pussy.
	"Mum... Mummy, please don't make me do this," she
pleaded but was shocked when she received a sharp slap to her almost
naked bottom.
	"You are going to do whatever you're told to do
tonight, Samantha, no matter what it is, remember that and don't let
me hear any more silly objections." With that she pushed her daughter
firmly towards the waiting man once more.
	"Oh, yes," Jerry sighed as she stood before him and
spun around after her twirled his hand for her to do so. "Yes, a good
choice, Sam," he said. "Now stand still for a moment." He leaned
down and brought out a camera from the side of his chair.
	"Oh, you can't," Sam cried out and for the first time,
covered her breasts with her hands.
	Jerry lowered the camera and looked at her,
questioningly. He never said a word and she soon lost her nerve and
lowered her hands. "Smile, baby," her mother demanded just before
Jerry pressed the shutter.
	To be paraded like this was terrible but to have the
evidence kept on film was far worse.
	Next she was given a small transparent bra and the even
smaller g-string. Her mother stood her in front of the mirror and with a
smile said, "This will make him happy, Sam. Oh, look you can see
everything, he will be pleased."
	Sam dared not object for she had already received her
one warning. She found herself simply accepting the situation. After
all, he had already seen everything she had always covered from
everyone's gaze until now so what did it matter if her saw her wearing
just another outfit that showed no more that he had already seen?
	"Will he take any more photos, Mummy?" she asked
plaintively as they began to return to his scrutiny.
	"I think he's only just begun, baby," she whispered as
they entered once again.
	This time, after he gazed up at her for several minutes
he had her pose in several ways, always showing off her parted legs
and little bosoms. She couldn't stop blushing and felt she might faint if
she didn't leave immediately. She actually ran from the room,
followed by her frowning mother.
	"Don't do that again, Sam. I will tell you when you can
leave. Now show Daddy the night dress and slip these panties on.
You'll have to lift the nightie for him to see these," she said as she
held the panties open for her to step in. They were the crotchless ones
that she hated so much. "When you do, give him a knowing smile,
baby. Make him want to see more."
	"More of what? He's seen everything already."
	"You have to let him know you are compliant, baby.
Smile at him and let him know you will keep your promise to do
whatever he wants."
	"What more can he do?" She whimpered. "He's already
made me get undressed for him and posed while he took filthy
pictures."
	"Keep him happy, baby," she reminded her daughter
with a tap on the bottom.
	She knew he liked the nightie for his eyes showed it. He
took several photos then her mother told her to show Daddy what was
underneath. Reluctantly she abided by her fate and soon was posing in
all sorts of suggestive poses, always with her legs apart and the
crotch gaping open.

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