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TRAINING THE TWINS (C) February 2002
BOOK ONE OF TWO - Part 7 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 Twenty Two
	Several more changes, all producing the same results,
lots of compliments from Daddy then a photo session. She couldn't
remember how many photos he'd taken but he had changed the
film several times.
	Finally just one garment remained, soft pink nightdress
that hugged her bosoms and from her waist seemed to just float around
her body. It felt so soft as the silk ran smoothly across her bare skin
and she thought this was her favourite purchase she had made today.
The thinnest of shoulder straps held the garment up and the bodice
was cut deeply so what little cleavage she had, was prominent. Despite
the tightness of the garment around her chest, it seemed to accentuate
her small breasts like no other dress she owned. And this one was just
for sleeping in.
	Sam felt happy as she entered because not only did she
love the nightie but also it was the last of her display. Soon it would be
over. But this time, Daddy didn't use the camera he had used so far.
This time he followed her into the room with a video camera. She was
to be a movie star. At least this nightie wasn't transparent as most of
what she wore tonight was and that helped her to remain calm.
	"Final display for tonight, Daddy. Do you like our little girl?"
	"I think our little girl is delicious, my dear. She will
indeed be a beautiful bride, don't you think?"
	"Oh, yes, she will, Jeremy. Did you notice how well
behaved she was? Hardly objected at all. That was because she was so
grateful for your gift to her and she wants to obey you so very much."
	"And obey you too, my dear, I hope," he asked with a
smirk for Sam couldn't see their by-play, the way she was facing. "Go
and stand closer to Daddy, baby," her mother then told her.
	Now all he had to do was reach out and he could touch
her, touch her boobies... her... "Oh," she sighed aloud
	"Sam, listen to me. Whatever happens next you are to
remain perfectly still. Understand? It is an order, you have no choice."
	"Yes, Mummy," she agreed reluctantly, unsure of what
was in store.
	"Good girl. The time has come to be completely open
with your Daddy, Sam." Her mother said as she slipped one of the thin
strings off her shoulder. Sam gasped silently when she saw the other
string fall down her arm too.
	"Let it fall down, baby," her mother told her. "Release
the strings from your arms and let it fall all the way down. Do it now,
Sam," her mother said softly into her ear. Sam knew exactly what that
meant. Here she was no more than arms length away from her new daddy and she
had to let the only garment she wore fall to the floor.
	Daddy was busy taping her discomfort but of course he
saw everything through the viewfinder. As she allowed the soft silk
slowly fall down her body he was filming everything. He concentrated
on her breasts as they were exposed then followed the trail downwards
until he had the camera just inches from her pussy. He was actually
filming her naked pussy from just inches away. Oh, how could he do
that so blatantly? she thought. Then she felt the soft material trail
down her legs and fall to the floor. She stood completely naked in
front of her Mummy and Daddy. She, fourteen years old with breasts
and hair on her pussy had to stand perfectly still while they stared at
her nakedness and recorded everything on the video.
Oh, it shouldn't be allowed, she bemoaned to herself.
	Indeed it wasn't allowed and Samantha knew it quite well from her
sex ed. classes. Parents were not allowed to molest their children
sexually but she had given her word never to speak to anyone about
what Daddy did to her and now it dawned, he was going to do sex
things with her, that's why he made her promise. Daddy wanted to
have sex with her. Oh, my god, she thought, he's going to fuck me,
what can I do to stop him? Nothing she whimpered to herself. She was
going to have to let him because she promised. Did Mummy know?
Yes, she knew because she was helping Daddy get all worked up. Her
own mother was making her daughter have sex with Daddy.
	"Say hello to your new Daddy, Sam." Her mother told her.
	"He... Hello, Daddy."
	"Hello, Sam. You look quite different to when I spoke
with you last night." He sat back in his chair and gazed on the most
heavenly young naked body he had ever seen. She outshone the five
youngsters already in The Covenant by many points. Her golden hair
covered her neck and shoulders and a cheeky round face looked across
at him. She had a beautiful innocence about her that few girls could
ever boast, with a perky little nose that seemed to give her a
permanent mischievous smile. Her eyes were sky blue and Jerry hoped
she wouldn't lose that intensity as she grew older. Her skin, oh her
skin, he sighed to himself. There were no tan marks for she had a
wholly creamy white skin that simply glowed with vitality, her little
breasts topped with pure coral pink nipples. She looked cool and
unused. And those breasts, just breastlets really but they protruded in
two small cones, firm and perky. There wasn't a blemish on her skin,
no moles, no scratches or scars or even freckles, just a glowing
luminescent cream with pink tips. Her waist had already begun to
cinch inwards to complement her hips that were showing the signs of
womanhood. Womanhood, oh, yes he could see that, a pronounced
mound with a clearly defined slit with it's clitoris hood
just poking through, topped with a small covering of fine golden hairs
that had not yet begun to curl. It looked like a little beard above her
vagina. She had a child's legs but there was no fat evident on her
thighs at all and the makings of beautiful legs would begin to show in
a year or so. Here before him stood his next conquest and his cock was
rock hard with anticipation. All this ran through his mind in seconds
and it took him some time to realise she had responded to his
comment.
	"I'm not wearing anything now, Daddy."
	"Ah, ha, that's it.  I knew there was something
different.  I can see your titties today, can't I?"
	"Yes," she whispered, still embarrassed beyond her imagination.
	"You will never refuse me, Samantha," he said quietly.
	"Yes, Sir."
	"No matter what I require you to do."
	"No, Sir."
	"I will marry your mother but you will be my bride too."
	Her eyes shot between her mother and him, not
knowing what to say. Then inspiration.
	"I am only fourteen years old."
	He smiled at that. "Do you have periods?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	"Then you are old enough to have a baby, isn't that true?"
	"Yes."
	"To have a baby you have to let a man have sex with
you, isn't that true?"
	"Yes." Her face was burning with embarrassment and
she simply stood stock still, her hands behind her back, eyes on the
floor.
	"So being fourteen isn't too young to have sex then?"
	"N... No, I don't suppose so."
	"Then you will lay in my bed for me?"
	"Yes." What else could she say? He had bamboozelled
her with words.
	"Then you will be my bride too."
	"Yes, Sir. When do I have to do it?" Her face was one
of shock yet resignation and he thrilled to her acceptance of what she
had no control over.
	"Whenever I need to use you."
	"Oh," she whispered almost to herself.
	"You will also be a bride to others as well, Samantha,
when I desire it."
	"To others?" She asked and the moment the words took
meaning she gasped involuntarily. "You mean...? I have to...?"
	"I mean you have to do whatever I care to make you do,
no matter how hurtful or distasteful or humiliating. You will be
punished, sometimes even when you haven't done anything wrong at
all just because it pleases me, and those punishments will hurt you
very much. I am not a cruel man but I am a harsh disciplinarian.
You have already given your word to obey, haven't you, child?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	"Touch her, Jeremy. Touch your daughter's little titties."
	Sam flinched at the though then remained still, her legs
beginning to ache at not being allowed to move.
	"I will touch these many times, Samantha and you will
grow to love my touch," he said as he reached out and flicked a nipple.
Then he cupped both small mounds and caressed the nipples with the
palms of his hands. "Ah, they are so firm yet soft at the same time. Do
you like them being touched, Sam?"
	"Yes," she whimpered and he could feel tremors
running through her body as nerves took over.
	"And down here. Have you touched yourself here,
Samantha?" He asked, cupping her vulva in one hand. She definitely
jumped at this.
	"Ugh," she sighed when he kept his hand in place,
gently massaging but not intruding.
	"Well?"
	"I... It... It's so embarrassing, Sir."
	"Then just tell us. Do you masturbate when you go to
bed at night?"
	"Oh," she gasped again when she heard the big M
word. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered. "It's just that I never
thought anyone would know. I did it, twice."
	"Twice, eh," he responded with surprise as he looked
up at Sally. "When was that?"
	"When you came to take Mummy out the first two
times," she admitted and broke down in tears.
	"Hey, what's the big deal, all women do it, you ask
your mother."
	"Wha...? Ask Mummy? About touch...?"
	"Yes. Ask her how often she does it, right now."
	Sam looked up at her mother, still sobbing.
	"Mummy...?"
	"What, baby?"
	"Uhm, how many times have you?"
	"Have I what?"
	"What Daddy said."
	"What did he say?"
	"Oh," she gasped and sobbed louder. "How many times
have you... Touched yourself?"
	"Every day. How can I not help touching myself? What
do you really mean?"
	"I mean touch your pussy. Rub it," she said with red
blotches running right down below her neckline.
	"We girls call it frigging, baby and I do it often, a few
times each week."
	"You do?" She asked wide-eyed.
	"Sure. I haven't had a man to make me feel good so I
do it myself. Nothing wrong with that, baby. But just keep it between
ourselves. I'd hate Jeremy to hear I masturbate a lot. He might get the
wrong idea about me."
	Sam looked up at her serious face then a smile broke
out. "Oh, you're joshing, aren't you? He heard every word you said."
	"He likes to watch me doing it, Sam."
	"Oh," the youngster gasped at the blatant statement.
	Her mother had never spoken like this before.
	"Did you enjoy it, little one?" Jerry asked.
	The question brought the youngster back to reality.
	"Oh, I guess so. It felt nice and sent me to sleep. I was real excited
when Mummy started going out on dates again. She hadn't done that
since Dad left. My real Dad, I mean."
	"I am your real Daddy now, Sam."
	"Yes, but..."
	"There was no real Daddy before I met your mother. He
was never a real Dad to you was he? Did he ever love you? Did he
ever spend time with you? Was he caring, was he gentle, did he ever
help you through difficulties?"
	"No, he was hardly ever around except to hit Mummy
from time to time."
	"So the only thing he ever did was to fuck your mother
until you grew in her stomach then he didn't give a shit for you after
that, isn't that so?"
	"Yes."
	"Then how can you call him your real father?"
	"I... I can't," she admitted.
	"On the other hand I am your real father," he stated
with the accent on the 'am'. "I will tell you what to do, when to do it,
how to do it, I will solve your concerns and problems, I will discipline
you when you need it, I won't become a drunk, I will make you happy,
	I will protect you from danger, I will never leave you hungry, I will
dress you in fashionable clothes, I will teach you about sex, I will
teach you how to enjoy sex, I will teach you how to use your body to
give both you and others more pleasure than any of your friends will
ever know. There, doesn't that sound like a real father to you,
Samantha?"
	"Oh, yes, Daddy, it really, does," she cried out and
slumped to her knees from emotional exhaustion. Her body began to
shudder and she held onto each of his knees to steady herself. "Oh, I'm
sorry," she sobbed, "I couldn't help it, truly I couldn't."
	"I know, baby, I know. Maybe it's time to rest a while
but first I want to tell you this. You must protect your virginity if
necessary with your life for that is to be your gift to me, do you
understand, Samantha?"
	She looked downwards, trying to refocus her addled
brain, trying to confirm that what she had just heard was what he had
just said. He was going to take her virginity. Her own father, and she
had just turned fourteen. She finally focused her eyes on his face and
asked simply, "Me?"
	"Yes."
	"Oh,"
	"Commit yourself, Samantha."
	"You mean to keep myself pure for you? Y... Ye...
	Yes, I do, Daddy. You said I must do as I'm told and I will."
	"Good girl, I knew you would. Now, no more
masturbating, you just might push your finger inside and break the
membrane and that's my privilege. Understand?"
	"Yes."
	"Good, then your Mummy has something she needs to do."
	"Yes, come here, baby, lay on the carpet on your back
and open your knees widely. No, this way so you're facing Daddy. Let
him see. I'll be back in a second."
	Sam felt the blush running across her face again. She
had given her body away yet it was still embarrassing to show her
secrets like this. And Daddy had the video camera out again and was
taping her exposure. Oh, how would she ever get used to doing things
like this?
	"What are you going to do, Mummy," she asked when
Sally returned.
	"Know all that hair on your pussy you seem so proud
about? It's coming off."
	"What?" The youngster cried out. Sam had begun to
grow a few hairs down there when she turned twelve and since then
enough had emerged to form a little goatee beard above her pussy but
not enough yet to hide the slit. However she was as proud as punch of
that little bit of fur. And what would her friends at school say when
they saw it gone for she had bragged about it incessantly and even
proudly showed it off to her closest friends when showering after
sports sessions. "Why?"
	"Because it's unhealthy," Jerry spoke up. "None of my
women are allowed pubic hair and neither are the boys. We will just
remove it for the time being but when you join with them, it will be
permanently removed. Saves having to get done every week, Sam."
	"Women? What women, Daddy?" It was the first time
he had mentioned others.
	"You ask too many questions, little one," her mother
told her. "Shush. You will be told when the time is right. Now open
wide," she said, pushing her legs so far apart Sam could feel the air on
her moist pussy lips. She looked up and saw her Daddy was taping her
exposure again.
	Sally spread some hair removal gel over the small area
of pubic hair, spread the waxed paper over that and waited two
minutes. Then without giving the youngster any warning, ripped the
strip off so fast the hurt only came after it was all over.
	"Ouch," Sam cried out loudly, sitting up and rubbing
herself. "Dam, that hurt, Mum," she said with clenched teeth. "What
did you do that for?"
	"Take a look," her mother told her, nodding down
between her still wide spread legs.
	"Oh, my god, they've all gone. I'm naked as a child again."
	Jerry chuckled as he lowered the video camera. "That's
another reason to lose the hairs - it makes you look much younger.
About eleven I'd say, now."
	"Has it stopped hurting?" He mother asked.
	"Yeah, I guess so," she said begrudgingly, a fact not
missed by Jerry. This young lady has a shock in store on Friday, he
chuckled to himself.
	"There are two things you have to do each day from
now on, baby. Things you must never miss so listen carefully," her
mother said.
	"Yes, Mummy?"
	"Firstly, you must take one of these every night from
now on, no exceptions, and you must never miss even once. It's
important, Sam."
	"What are they?"
	"They'll stop you getting pregnant."
	"Pregnant?" She screeched. "How can I get pregnant?"
	"By allowing men to have sex with you, silly girl."
	"But I don't, Mummy, I'm still a virgin," she said then
blushed furiously as she glanced across at her Daddy. "Oh," was all
she could say when the reality of growing up dawned on her.
	"Yes, but it won't be long before you know a man,
baby," Sally informed her daughter. "And I promise you'll love it."
	Sam just blushed. How could she respond to that
statement?
	"Now, secondly," her mother went on,  "You must rub
moisturizing cream all over your body every day. It helps to keep your
body as smooth as a baby's bottom and men will love you for that
when they feel how soft you are."
	Thus saying, Sally poured a liberal amount onto her
hands, rubbed them together then began to smooth the cool creme over
her daughter's legs then her body. After just seconds, Sam began to
feel absolutely marvelous, the soothing effect almost sending her to
sleep. When her mother rubbed over her little breasts Sam couldn't
help but shiver and again when the cream was rubbed across her
pussy, it felt wonderful.
	Turning over, she felt hands massaging her bottom
cheeks for the first time and delighted in the glow that she began to
feel somewhere deep inside. This was something to look forward to
each night, she told herself happily. But what about those men,
Mummy talked about? Deep down she knew there were many more
surprises in store for her yet.

Chapter Twenty Three
	The next morning, nothing was said about the events of
the previous night and Sam felt a little let down. Of course Wes was
eating breakfast with them too so nothing much could have been said
anyway, she told herself so she remained silent too.
	"Have a good night, Sam?" Wes asked which made her
jump with shock.
	"What? What do you mean?"
	"I know you and Mummy and Dad talked about
something last night. What was it?"
	"Wes," Jerry interrupted. "Mind your own business."
	The boy paled noticeably and mumbled a sorry then ate
his breakfast in silence.
	Sam was intrigued by the interplay between the two
males in her family. Something was going on but she didn't know
what. Then it soon became clearer.
	"Wes," Jerry began. "I want you home immediately
from school tonight and all assignments are to be completed by
supper. You are to shower and meet your mother and I in the living
room in your PJ's at exactly eight o'clock. Is that clear?"
	"Yes, Dad," the boy acknowledged, giving his sister a glance.
	Ah, ha, Sam thought, it's your turn tonight, Wesley. I
wonder what they'll do to you because I don't think they've bought
you any clothes like I have. Then she giggled as she pictured her
brother in a pink nightie letting it slip down his body. Oh, gross, she
thought.
	"What's the matter," Wes asked, looking at her
uncertainly. "Why are you laughing?"
	"Laughing? Oh, it was nothing. I was thinking about
one of my friends at school, she spilled ink all over her blazer and
swore but a teacher heard her and she got detention. That's all."
	"Oh, yeah," he sneered in disbelief but Sam didn't take
up the challenge.
	"And, Sam," Daddy went on. "I want you to stay in
your room after supper until I visit you. It may be quite late."
	"Yes, Daddy," she agreed.

	Wes knew something different was going to happen
that evening but he had no idea what. He was hoping he would see
Sam doing something, like getting undressed or getting whacked but
she was banned like he was last night so those hopes were quickly
dashed. Anyway, whatever it was he was looking forward to it. His
homework was completed by suppertime so he had finished his first
task as instructed. A new pair of pajamas were laid out on his bed,
they were green and blacked striped and looked shiny so he supposed
he was required to wear those after his shower.
As soon as dinner was over he excused himself and
raced to the shower.

	The house was dead quiet when he walked from his
room towards the living room, the new pajamas soft texture almost
tickling his skin as he moved. They felt really great against his skin.
As he opened the door he thought the room was in
darkness but saw just one spotlight, lighting the whole room. He could
barely pick out his parents as they sat quietly in their armchairs.
	"Dad? Mummy?"
	"Come in, Wesley," his father called. "Stand here,
under the light."
	"Like your new jamies, Wes?" His mother asked.
	"Oh, yeah, they're OK."
	"Is that all, young man? Just OK?" His father asked a
little harshly.
	"Oh, sorry, yes they're real nice. Thanks, Mummy and Dad"
	"We thought you would like them, Wes," his mother
told him. "Well, Wesley, you're growing up and there comes a time
when parents need to explain certain things to you. Personal things,
you understand."
	"Personal things? You mean...?"
	"What?"
	"Uhm..." He sighed and felt himself blushing. "Uhm,
you know, like what we learn in Sex-ed."
	"Yes, well we think you need to know more things than
your school teaches. But first, I want your truthful... You remember
your Daddy's instructions about the three O's, Wes? Openness,
honesty and obedience?"
	"Yes, of course, Mummy."
	"Good then I can expect your complete honesty now, can't I?
	"Yes, Mummy."
	"I understand you have been peeking at me, Wes."
	"Peeking? What do you mean, Mummy?"
	"That is the last chance you get to be completely open
and honest with us, Wes. Have you been peeking at your mother, down
her blouses and up her skirts?" This time his new father was asking
him quite firmly.
	"Uh, I... I..." He stammered, knowing somehow they
had seen him even though he thought he had been so careful.
	"Well?"
	"I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean anything, honest."
	"You don't apologise to me, young man. It's your
mother's body you violated, not mine."
	"I... I'm sorry, Mummy."
	"I'm not sure I can accept that apology, Wesley," she
told him in a hurt voice. "What did you see?"
	""Uh? Oh, nothing, honest, Mummy."
	"I don't believe you, Wesley," his mother said. "You
really do want to be punished, don't you?'
	"No, I don't Mummy. Please don't do that to me."
	"I think it's past that, Wesley. Friday may be a very bad
day for you, my boy. Now be really honest and tell me what you saw."
	The boy blushed furiously. He had been caught out and
now he was facing the consequences. "It was... I just saw down your
blouse, Mummy. I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise."
	"Damn it all, Wesley, what did you see? I want to hear
it from your lips," she told him fiercely.
	"Uhm, just some of your... Uhm, your...your front, Mummy."
	"Exactly what?"
	The boy gulped. He was being forced to answer things
he desperately didn't want to say. "It was just some skin, you know,
uhm between your... Your front, your chest."
	"You looked at my breasts is that what you mean?"
	"Uhm, yes, I suppose so. I'm sorry, Mummy.  I know it
wasn't right but I couldn't help it."
	"What did you do then?"
	"Then? What do you mean?"
	"Did you go to your room and jerk off? Thinking about
what you saw?"
	Wes nearly collapsed with fright. How did they know
he did that? What could he say? They seemed to know when he was
lying and he did exactly what she asked. He saw her tits and then went
into his room, locked the door and jerked off furiously.
	"You'd better tell everything, Wes," his new Daddy
warned him.
	Wes remained quiet for a long pause and then said
simply, "Yes." His head was bowed and he began to whimper.
	"So you did violate my body. You thought of me as no
better than a slut and went and did your dirty little thing in your room.
I'm very disappointed in you, Wesley. Didn't you promise your father
that you would be completely open with your family? Open and honest
and obedient, wasn't that your promise?"
	"Yes, Mummy."
	"Yet when you wanted to appease your sexual desires
you sneaked off to your room, locked the door and did it on your own.
What should you have done, young man?"
	His head jerked up as he looked at his mother. What did
she mean by that? he thought. "I... I guess I shouldn't have looked
down your blouse, Mummy."
	"No," she said with a raised voice. "What you should
have done was come and ask permission to masturbate then you could
have taken your pleasure without breaking your promise. Isn't that
what you should have done, Wesley?" Sally could feel her arousal
growing by the second as she humiliated her son. It gave her the
greatest feeling of power she had known and she wanted more of it.
	The boy was absolutely flabbergasted. She was telling
him jerking off was Ok as long as he asked permission first. He
couldn't believe it.
	"I thought you'd punish me if you knew I did that."
	"If you did what?"
	"You know, do it to myself."
	"Do what, Wesley?"
	"Uhm, jerking off." There he had said it.
	"Oh, little baby, I'm far more disappointed that you
haven't been open with us. Wes, masturbation is what every boy does
during his life. Most men too," she added, glancing over at Jerry who
wriggled a little uncomfortably in his chair. "There's nothing wrong
with masturbating, it's natural. We girls do it too, you know."
	"You do? But... But how can you?" He asked, doubting
if he and she were talking about the same thing.
	"The same way every girl does, of course."
	"But you don't have a... A thing... You know."
	"And you boys don't have a clitoris. That's what we
use. Know what it is?"
	"N... No."
	"I thought so. We'll teach you, have no fear about that.
Now, let me look at you, you're growing up, just turned fourteen, a
teenager no less. Have you started to grow hair yet?" She asked, then
added, "Under your arms?"
	The boy blushed. Sure he had hair there but he really
thought she meant around his cock. God, how could he tell his own
mother that he had hairs around his cock; that would be gross.
	"Uhm, yeah, a bit, I suppose."
	"I thought you would. And pubic hair? Is that showing yet?"
	Oh, damn it, he bemoaned silently. She does want to know.
	"Uhm," he began, brushing his nose from sheer
nervousness. "Yeah, there's some," he admitted.
	"Take your PJ top off and let me see."
	He glanced across at his daddy who sat perfectly still,
watching him. "Now?"
	"Of course, silly. I want to see how my... How our boy
has grown up. Just slip it off and lift your arms, Wes, I want to see
how much you've matured."
	Self-consciously he stepped closer to his mother as he
removed the top then raised his arms. Why did he feel so embarrassed
at showing his mother his underarm hair? It was nothing yet it made
him feel like a little boy again.
	"Put your hands behind your head, dear," she said.
	"And leave them there, please." This only made him feel more
vulnerable. She lifted her hand and stroked his armpit, scrutinizing
him carefully. "You have much more than I expected. You're
becoming a man after all, baby," she told him with a warm smile,
which made him feel much better.
	"Stay as you are, Wes. I don't want you to move at all,
understand?"
	"Yes, Mummy," he said feeling like a little boy again,
having to call her by that name.
	Then horror, she took the cords of his pajama pants and
pulled. Immediately the silken garment fell to the floor. Wes flinched,
half bent over and moaned as he realised he was now standing naked
in front of his mother.
	"Remain still, Wesley," she warned him then began to
inspect her son for the first time in many years. "My, you have grown
up, Wesley," she said with admiration.
	His teenage cock was quite soft, no doubt due to the
humiliating position he found himself in. He was intact, of course
Sally knew that, she maintained that a sheath that the male has is a
wonderful masturbating devise if the male wanted it to be and to make
him like a little Jew-boy was an injustice in her mind. The cock in its
soft state was nearly three inches long and less than an inch thick with
the front tip much thinner. It looked smooth and soft and she had to
force herself not to reach out and cup it in her hands. His balls hung
down prominently and all was on open view to her for the small
smattering of blond pubic hair gave no covering at all. His whole cock
and testicles were smooth as a baby, the only hair a little patch above
his cock.
	"Turn around, Wes."
	The boy began to lower his hands but his mother tut-
tutted and he resumed his pose, hesitantly turning because his feet
were still in his pajama pants. She reached out and held his hips lightly
to stop him continuing the turn.
	"Now bend over, as far as you can."
	A hesitation then he bent until his back was 90 degrees
to his legs. It opened the crack of his bottom and she could just see the
pucker of his anus, his balls and cock drooping outwards from his
stomach now. Sally licked her lips and glanced across at Jerry. Their
eyes met and she gave him a little smile before returning to her son's
posterior. It was a nice firm arse, one she knew she would be
massaging before long.
	"All right, darling, turn and face me again."
	"Can I pull my jamies up, Mummy?"
	"You may certainly not. I haven't finished my
inspection yet, Wesley."
	By now his arms were aching something awful and he
had to tell her. "It's my arms, Mummy, they're so sore."
	"Oh, I see, well you can put them behind your back but
they must remain there, with your hands clasped together." He
lowered his arms and sighed.
	"So this is the naughty thing you touch after you look at
your mother's titties, is it?"
	The boy blushed but couldn't find a single word to say
in reply.
	"Well? Answer me, Wesley."
	"Y... Yes, Mummy."
	"What do you do?"
	His eyes jerked wide open, not believing she could ask
such a thing. But she did and he had to explain. It was the most
humiliating thing he had ever been made to do.
	"Well," he began, his eyes anywhere except on his
parent's faces, "I guess I just take my pants off, lay down on my bed
and begin."
	"I want to know exactly everything, Wesley. Then I'll
decide what I have to do," she said in a threatening voice.
	"Please don't punish me, Mummy. I can't help doing it,
I just have to," he pleaded.
	"Daddy, record a further refusal from Wesley. He's
going to be a very sore boy after Friday." He heard his father sigh in
acknowledgement.
	"I'll be good," he called out in fright. "I'll tell you.
When I lay on my bed I stroke my... my uhm, penis until it gets hard
then I put my hand around it and move it up and down until I... You
know."
	"No, I don't, Wesley."
	"Until I shoot off," he added quickly.
	"What do you shoot off?"
	"My dick, it squirts spunk out."
	"And what do you do with it?"
	"I... I wipe it up with tissues and flush them down the toilet."
	"I see. And you like doing this thing to your penis?"
	"Yes, Mummy, but it's embarrassing talking to you about it."
	"Why is that, dear?"
	"Well... Because you're a woman, I guess."
	"And what difference does that make?"
	"I don't know," the boy whined.
	"Hmm. Is this what you do, Wesley?" She took his soft
penis in her hand and began to massage it, gently squeezing and
pulling it taught but not enough to hurt him. "Well?"
	"Ahhh, yesss," he moaned as the feelings instantly
made his cock swell.
	"I don't see anything wrong with this, Wesley, certainly
nothing you couldn't talk to your mother about," she said seriously as
she maintained her expert manipulation of his now hard cock. "Oh,
my, it is getting big, Wesley. You look like a real man, you do,  at
least your cock does. Does it feel nice?" She asked as he began to
moan softly, his head swaying from side to side.
	"Yesss," he groaned, his body beginning to jerk uncontrollably.
	"Maybe Sam could do this for you, Wes?"
	"Ughhh, Ohhh," he moaned, the mere suggestion
sending him over the edge and he began to orgasm with great spurts of
sperm hitting his mother on the chest and arms. She made no move to
escape the torrents but kept softly stroking his cock until she felt the
stream slow then stop. The boy had kept his hands behind his back the
whole time but was struggling to stay standing. She allowed him to
drop to his knees on the carpet, still holding his now soft cock.
	"You'll need more than tissues to clean this mess up,
Wes," she said with a little giggle. The boy opened his eyes and saw
the streams of white spread right across his mother's nightdress and
even one trail that had hit her on the side of the face.
	"I'm sorry, Mummy, truly I am. I couldn't help it; it
always does that. When it starts I can't stop it." All he could see ahead
was a massive beating for being so filthy in front of his mother.
	"I'm glad to hear it, Wes. Means you're a real man after
all. Was it the thought of Sam stroking your cock that made you shoot
off?"
	"I... I think so. You didn't mean it though, I know
that," he told her seriously.
	"Well, good boys, ones who do exactly what they're
told, do get rewards you know."
	"What?" His eyes were wide open, disbelieving his
ears.
	"Do you dream of Sam stroking you, Wes?"
	"Do I...? Oh, I..."
	"Tell me, baby," she said, wiping the last of his
discharge from his cock. She had done nothing about her own mess.
	"I know I shouldn't but sometimes I do. It just comes
into my head."
	"Maybe one day it won't be a dream."
	His cock had become stiff again and he was
embarrassed but knew he shouldn't try to cover himself up from his
mother's gaze. She was looking straight at his dick and smiling. How
could he respond to a statement like that?
	"You mean she will do it...?" He asked in a scratchy voice.
	"If you're a very good boy, very good, mind you, then
she might be made to pleasure you, Wesley."
	He couldn't help himself as his hand gripped his rock
hard cock and began to masturbate in front of his parents.
	"You should use condoms, Wes, it catches all the mess.
I'll buy some for you."
	That was when he realised what he was doing and he
quickly flung his hands away. His mother laughed and he blushed.

Chapter Twenty Four
	After witnessing Wesley's introduction to family
sex, Jerry decided it was time to show Sam a little of what was in store
for her after he married her mother. He left Mother and son to
complete their discussions and walked to Sam's room. Without
knocking he opened the door and entered.
	"Huh...? Oh... Daddy," she gasped at the intrusion. "I
didn't hear you knock," she added still shocked that he hadn't waited
for her to offer him entrance to her privacy.
	"I didn't," he told her with a smile. "A father shouldn't
have to knock to enter his daughter's bedroom, surely?"
	"No, but..." she began and felt herself blushing. "But I
might have been getting dressed... for bed," she added feeling silly
with herself.
	"It hasn't taken you long to forget what you promised,
Samantha. Where is the openness and honesty in all of that?"
	Her mind went back to last night when she heard of the
three 'O's' for the first time. What could she say? How could she tell
this new man in their lives that she wanted privacy in her own room?
	"But in my room, Daddy? I thought I would have
privacy in here," she tried to explain.
	"No matter where you are, Samantha," he reminded
her, raising his eyebrows in admonition.
	"Yes, Sir," she accepted.
	"I see you're still in your school uniform, Samantha.
Are you wearing the complete uniform, nothing out of regulations?"
	She blushed again. "I... I don't have the tights on,
Daddy, just like you made me promise. I really do take them off as
soon as I come inside."
	"Oh, good girl, you do make me pleased. Now, young
lady, come and stand here," he said as he sat on her bed and indicated
for her to stand between his legs. He looked up into her eyes and told
her, "I've come to give you your body rub-down with moisturizer
tonight, Sam," he said and began to undo the buttons on her blouse.
	"Just stand still, please." How could she refuse, she thought to herself
as she flinched away from his fingers for that split second.
	"It's all right, Daddy, I can do it," she suggested but she
knew she had no chance of changing his mind.
	"Samantha," he reminded her firmly. "Do what you're told."
	The young girl almost withered before his gaze. "Yes,
Sir," she replied softly and began blushing all over again as more
buttons were undone.
	"Do you know, Sam, I've never had the privilege of
undressing a schoolgirl before. It is very moving for me," he told her
in all seriousness. "Almost like unveiling a new bride on her wedding
night. Do you feel like that, Sam?"
	Was he teasing her, she wondered and felt only like an
embarrassed child made to undress in front of the whole class? She
had no idea what a bride felt like. "I... I don't know, Daddy."
	"Soon your mother will know what it feels like to stand
naked before her husband and offer her body to him for his pleasure.
Can you imagine the joy that will give her, Sam?"
	"I... I...," she stuttered, unable to think of anything to
say for he had undone all the buttons and was removing her blouse
altogether. She stood before him in her skirt and white, very plain
cotton bra.
	"Well, Sam? Have you thought what it must be like for
a girl to pledge herself to a man and give him sex? It's a very natural
thing to do, you know."
	"Ye... Yes, I suppose. I haven't thought..."
	"You've never thought about having sex, Sam? Is that
what you're saying?"
	Oh, how embarrassed she felt. He was making her say
things she just didn't want to talk about, it was private, secret, her
thoughts were her own special secrets yet he wanted her to tell him
what she thought about sex. Sex? How could she do this?
	"Answer me, Sam. I don't like it when you are not open
with me. Now tell me what you think, Sam." It wasn't only the words
he wanted to hear but as he spoke he had unzipped her skirt and
motioned for her to step out of it as it fell to the floor. She was now in
just bra and white cotton panties.
	"Sam, you know this has earned you some punishments
on Friday night," he stated as he looked up into her face.
	"Oh," she gasped. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to
annoy you. It's just that I've never..."
	"Never what?"
	"Never had to answer questions like yours. About uhm,
about sex and stuff."
	"And you've never had a man undress you before either?"
	"Yes, that too." She felt herself on the verge of tears.
	"You must never be ashamed of sex or your own
nudity, Sam. We, your mother and I have spoken about your shyness
and we are going to teach you everything you need to know about sex,
you as well as Wes. After that you will understand how wonderful sex
is and it won't be embarrassing to you at all, even in front of others."
	"Others? But I won't be...?"
	"You may be, who knows?"
	"I don't want to, Daddy," she whimpered.
	"We will teach you everything, Sam and you will love
sex more than anything in the whole world. It is your right and we
have that obligation. It's a pity all parents were not as understanding of
young people's needs as we will be. Now why don't you slip your
panties and bra off for me?"
	She began to turn away but he made her face him
which was all the worse. Thoughts were running through her mind so
fast she thought she was going to faint, it was so terrible. Which
first? Panties? Then he would see her pussy. Bra? Then he would see
her boobies. Oh, it was so terrible and yet she knew she had no choice.
	Trying desperately not to look at him, she reached
behind and unclipped the bra then held it against her chest. Please
don't make me, she was willing his mind but she knew very well that
wasn't going to work. So she slipped the garment along her arms and
stood showing her small breastlets to him. He had seen them before
but nowhere so intimately as right now. She wondered if being raped
was anything like this because she felt so degraded having to show
herself this way.
	Her mind was in a daze with a million things running
through all at once but the worst was the loss of privacy she was
suffering and she was sure this wasn't the last time she would be made
to undress for him. Why did Mummy want to marry him, she asked
herself a hundred times but knew that the inevitable was soon to
happen no matter what she thought.
	Coming back to earth she heard his voice somewhere
deep in the recess of her mind saying, "Sam?  Sam remove your
panties too. No more delays."
	Like a robot she did as she was told and stood with her
hands clasped together in front of her nakedness until a sharp slap on
her backside reminded her there was to be no covering un in his
presence from now on.
	"So, Samantha, you're naked in front of me while
we're alone, how does that make you feel?"
	"I... I...," she began to mumble, close to tears but
forcing herself not to cry. "I feel terrible, Daddy. It's so embarrassing."
	"I'm very pleased to hear that, Sam. That's how young
ladies should feel in this situation. But you'll soon learn that your body
was made to please men when they look at you. Always be
embarrassed, my child. It makes men enjoy it all the more."
	"Yes, Daddy," she replied, hating the thoughts he was
putting into her head. She wanted to ask him what he really meant by
that but was frightened that she would hate what she might hear.
	"Well, I guess we'd better make a start then," he said
rubbing body lotion between his hands. Turn around and let me do
your back first, dear."
	"No... I mean Mummy can do it, Daddy."
	"So can Daddy."
	"But..."
	"But what?"
	"When I turn around you'll be touching my... You'll be
touching me."
	"Oh, indeed I will, the first of many times."
	It felt strange, she thought. His hands glided over her
back and soon over her bottom cheeks and all the way down to her feet
and back again. It was nice, even though she was naked and his hand
returned to her bottom cheeks often until finally a finger slipped into
her bottom crease and began to smooth lotion along the entire length
from her lower back all the way to the very edge of her pussy. Her new
stepfather was so close to touching her secret girl's place that it sent a
shiver down her back. She desperately wanted to sit down or at least
lay on the bed but she was too scared to ask.
	"It feels nice, doesn't it, Samantha?"
	It certainly did but she could only nod her head.
	"That's because your bottom is one of a girl's
erogenous zones, especially here," he said and pressed a little harder
against her bottom hole. Then he began to stroke that filthy place all
the more as though he were teasing her, daring her to object. She
didn't out of sheer willpower but had to agree silently it did feel nice
despite the disgusting place it was.
	"You will give this place to many men in your lifetime,
Sam. You will pleasure them with this place and they will love you for
the privilege."
	"What?" She gasped, half turning to face him. "There?
But it's my... my bottom hole, where I... it's so dirty."
	"You wash it, don't you?"
	"Yes but..."
	"But what?" All the time they were sparing with words
he stroked her and she realised there must be something to what he
said. But how could men ever want to touch her there? It was OK she
thought that her new daddy did it but others? Why would they want to
do it when she had boobies and a pussy that she knew boys wanted to
touch? But her bottom? Surely not.
	"But it's so filthy," she whispered in reply.
	"It's so clean I could kiss it with my lips and enjoy the
task immensely," he told her with a lilt of laughter.
	She didn't want him to do that and remained silent until
he finally swiveled her hips and she was facing him. Her little boobies
and her bare pussy was there for him to look at for as long as he
wanted to. Oh, how demeaning it felt having to let him look at her like
this. But she knew she was already in big trouble for Friday Night so
there was no way she could object any more. Those three 'O's' were
becoming very difficult to meet.
	"I like my girls to be bare down here," he said as he
looked up into her eyes and brushed her recently denuded pussy with
the backs of his fingers. "What do you think, Sam?"
	She blushed furiously; she couldn't help it. "I... It
makes me embarrassed," she finally replied, "Especially at school. I
saw one of my friends look strangely at me when we changed for
sports practice today. I knew she saw it all gone but she didn't say
anything."
	"If she asks, why don't you simply tell her you read it
was unhygienic and decided to take it off?"
	"Then she might tell everyone and they'd all laugh at me."
	"So? Get it over and done with then get on with your
life. But, Sam, you must never tell anyone we, your parents, did it, you
understand that, don't you?"
	"Yes," she whispered. "I... I think I will wait until
someone says something before I tell them anything."
	"Please yourself. Does the girl who saw you have any hair there?"
	"Oh, she has lots and it's all black," the youngster
gushed then blushed again. "Oh," she gasped, realising what she had said.
	"Ha, ha, I just love the innocence of youth. Now let's
get this over and done with, shall we," he went on, pulling her down
onto his knees. "I can do it easier when you're sitting down he said,
squeezing body lotion onto just his right hand.
	Soon both her small breasts were covered with the
white creamy liquid and he began to massage it into her chest and
tummy. Soon she felt herself relaxing back against his left arm, which
was holding her firmly, as the soothing effect of his hands became
more evident.
	"Oh," she gasped in a whisper.
	"Nice?"
	"Yes."
	"Then just enjoy it, Sam."
	But his hands became more intimate, squeezing each
breast in turn, flicking the little nipples, which made her jerk in
response, and finally his fingers moved downwards.
	"Daddy," she gasped as her whole body stiffened. "Not
there, you can't."
	"I can do anything, Sam, and you will not stop me, will you?"
	"No," she whimpered knowing she had lost yet again.
	He could do exactly what he wanted to her and she had to let him.
He wet his finger with more lotion and began to stroke
it along the crease of her pussy. Her own Daddy was stroking her
secret place just like that.
	"This is Daddy's most precious possession," he told her
in a low voice. "This and what is inside here," he added by pressing
his finger between her outer lips. "Your virginity is so precious you
must promise me you will never do anything that could ever take it
away until I give you permission, Sam. We have already talked about
that, haven't we?"
	"Yes, Daddy."
	"Do you promise? Promise you will never ever let
anyone touch you here except with my permission? Promise me, Sam.
Promise me that, right now."
	The youngster found her face hot with the deep blush
that just kept spreading. She felt so humiliated, his finger still stroking,
he seeking such intimate assurances.
	"Yes, Daddy, I promise I will never let anyone touch
me there." There, it was said, she had promised.
	"Good girl, I knew you would obey me. One day soon,
you will give your virginity up but only when I think you're ready to
accept my manhood to complete the task. I told you it would be me,
didn't I? I will be the one to make you into a whole woman and I
promise you it will be the most special man in the world."
	"Yes, Daddy?" She whispered almost silently, images
spreading through her mind.
	Then with a few more strokes he sat her up and said,
	"There, all done for tonight. Sleep well, Sam."
	"Daddy," she called as he was going through the door.
	"Daddy, thank you," she said simply.
	"You're a good girl, Sam." Then he was gone.
	Despite her thinking otherwise, she slept like a baby
right through the night.

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