August Moone
Book 3
Sidetrips
Chapter 12
Round Squares

	How the Device had implanted itself into his noggin he didn’t know, but he had grown used to it and its perks and idiosyncrasies.  It was near two weeks before August had full control of the implanted Device, Charlotte had partial control of the shared Device.
	Ted was unable to fully decipher to ascertain the peculiarities of the Device, he was afraid of tinkering into the sealed components for fear of shutting the unit down--”It may have some sort of defensive measure that can detect when being adamantly tinkered with and cause a major shutdown.”
	And that just wouldn’t do.  August HAD grown used to the Device, to have it gone from him, his mind and the tangible item he could hold--he couldn’t; it would be like severing an arm or leg, or all of them.  He couldn’t do without it, he was a part of it inasmuch as it was a part of him.
	Once it had become apparent that the Device was once more “operational”, August set about trying to locate Wendsy.  He and the strange girl had a report, a strange connection.  
	But there was nothing.
	Silence.
	An eerie silence he didn’t care for.  It was like she wasn’t there, at all.  This feared him as he thought only the worst, she was dead.  September, too?  The others, the kids, Gunther?  He became annoyed.  The last anyone knew was that Gunther had taken off with Wendsy and some of the others in his tow truck, weeks past.  No word since.  And with all the federal police, state militia, local and state police nosing around trying to uncover the mystery surrounding the horrible “bus incident”--making one scarce was at an optimum.
	It bothered August, he didn’t overly care for Gunther, but Wendsy, Wendsy and very odd & strange brother September; what had happened to them?  How?  Did that Gunther fuck have something to do with it?
	To ease his mind of his concerns he nailed Ted’s wife, Joanne.  Harriet and Vicki were a part of his mind-easing, too.  He also dipped his wick into Charlotte, who had given birth to twins, a boy & girl.  The birth was difficult, in the middle of the night, and done without the aid of a doctor or hospital setting.
	We won’t go into the gory details, Joanne and Alice and Ara Lee were a help in the delivery and all the other stuff accompanying such things.  The babies were healthy, average weight and size, and put August in a calm mood.
	He was placed in a dilemma ten-fold--he knew that his world was heading down a perilous road, world wide destruction, biological obliteration, and the like.  He didn’t relish participating in such an ordeal.  The Other Side was the ticket, or was it?  There were perils, there, too; unknown as well as those that he had already experienced.  But he wasn’t sure, the Outer Body Experience had been quite the little adventure, so how did that compare to the realism of actually “being” there?
	Was the OBE a prelude, a preview of what was?
	Ted, too, enjoyed dipping his wick into August’s crew, he had more to dip in. He wasn’t so much into boys, but did enjoy watching the boys fuck.  He seriously enjoyed it, loved watching the boys of all ages bang off into the girls (of all ages.)
	So it was this that prompted August to go out for a looksee at their new surroundings.  He got a bit of a scolding from Charlotte, a warning.  August promised that he was not about to leave her, not with the birth of the twins.  It wasn’t his intention.  (of course, ALL his OBEs had not been intended!)

	He was in a funk, his mood borderline.  He was a father, with twins, yet!  He had a couple of kids Missing in Action, should he venture into the Other World or stick it out somewhere in the Old World that was destined to go kablooey at any time?
	He and Ted ventured off to somewhat lightheartedly seek out the missing tow truck and its contents.  He sent out his Minding Abilities, trying to make contact with Wendsy.  But there was nothing in return, she wasn’t there.
	Partially he thought that maybe she had found one of those “doorways” into the New World.  Being the curious type and all she may have stepped thru, unaware that returning the same way entering would be a little difficult.
	  So it came to pass, that he and Ted came to encounter the Bonner Family.  It was a part of the “spy thing” August so enjoyed.  It gave Ted a new thrill, too.  They firstly creeped along to find outlaying homes, they were guarded by personal militia but no match for the Device Item 0110!
	Ted understood the ability of the Device to render Invisibility, that wasn’t so much of a far fetched venture to believe.  Mind control, too, was another facet of the Device he could readily believe.  But he knew that by August’s actions, there were many other “facets” of the Device he did not know.
	At the first home they came to, not much was going on.  A dog freaked out and barked its brains out, bringing unwanted guards and the house inhabitants.
	August and Ted easily and carefully moved on.
	Not until the third home did they come to did anything “interesting” come up to be.  A tall lanky teen boy buck naked humped the beejesus out a an equally tall buck naked woman.  It wasn’t clear if she was his mother, aunt, cousin, or even much older sister!  They were naked and in a semi darkened kitchen.  No other light and apparently no one else home, unless they were all in bed (it WAS 10:30 in the night type-type time.)
	The woman leaned over the country style Formica top kitchen table, the tall lanky drink of water pegged her from behind going for broke.  The woman would reach around and smack her own ass as well as grab the bare ass of her lover.  The woman appeared to be in her early 30s, the boy in his mid teens.
	Some homes further there was something even more entertaining:  here two boys were butt naked, watching a porno.  The rest of the house was dark, the boys seemed similar in body build and age, pre-teens.  August determined that they were friends and not brothers.  Happily the two stroked themselves, then each other.
	On their own the two stood and face one another, measuring their wieners against one another.  Then, prompted by the porno tape on the tv, the two gripped one another’s ass and humped.
	This soon led the two to enter into the ultimate sin, sodomy.
	Ted Dawson was in awe, August was measurably so.

	In another abode a father type figure carefully scurried about lowering the pajamas and undies of several girls laid sprawled out on the floor of a sunken living room.  The rest of the house was dark save for a hall light, kitchen nite light, and some lights on in the living room.  The girls were all in the range of 10 years young.  All sizes, shapes, foreign makes and two colors.
	Both August and Ted determined that at least one of the girls was the man’s daughter, the rest were the girl’s girlfriends over for a sleepover.  The man had drugged them with something, thusly allowing him to be the ultimate pervert--rendering the girls semi nude to fully nude.  He then utilized a Polaroid and took pictures of the girls.  He fingered and fondled the girls, whipped out his schlong and got the girls to handle him.  He laid his manhood on several of the girls, humping them between their legs, their chests, and inserting himself into the mouths.
	Ted was--aghast.  He was enthralled and awed, it gave him cause to wonder and contemplate.  His thoughts he kept mostly to himself.  But on a Biblical sense, he made in passing to August, “The End of Days, Sodom & Gomorrah.”
	August concluded same, maybe not so much as believing in the Almighty had a hand in the deal, but maybe.  The world was coming to an end, doorways were opening up all over the place.  So far, only “into” the alternate world.  During his Outer Body Experience he had seen many newcomers traipsing into the parallel universe.
	Ted had no comment on the “parallel universe” notion, but; he believed because August had said it was so.  It was not so far fetched NOT to believe it, but he had never experienced it himself.  There had to be a reasoning for the parallel universe to exist.
	August was not yet ready to fully fork over the information about the parallel or the Outer Body Experience prompted by the Device.  He was still bugged by the missing Wendsy & September.
	But, in the interim, something came along to take his mind off it.

	It was a small motor home, an RV of no great consequence.  The time of the night was approaching midnight and August was ready to turn back and head home, lest he worry his life mate too much and he catch hell for his tardiness.
	The RV was non-descript, a family vehicle, about 25-30 feet long, no tow vehicle behind.  There was a campfire with glowing coals, camping gear on the picnic table, an ice chest, and so on.
	There was a light on in the RV.  August and Ted were about to turn and make their way back along the lone woodsy road back to their own RV when August paused.  His “narly” senses kicked in, alerting him to something “narly” going on, or about to.
	Suddenly the door of the RV opened and someone stepped out.  A man, tall he was, but his other features were unknown, it was dark.  He was joined by another girl.  As they stepped out further from the RV and to the picnic table, August noted that the two subjects were nude.
	This had possibilities.
	The Subjects embraced and began to kiss, deeply and passionately.  August knew (from experience) that what he was looking upon was not a simple matter of a man and woman, husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend.  It was more, much more.  Immoral.
	Soon the second subject slid down to her knees and worked the first subject’s wang; she handled it, stroked it, then popped the stiff member into her mouth and began sucking it.
	When after a few minutes had elapsed, the man apparently creamed into the second subject’s mouth.  She slurped the spunk and the cock, nuzzled the first subject’s balls before finally standing up and embracing again.
	Then, the tall man sat on the table portion of the picnic table.  The second subject, a girl of some unknown age just yet, settled in between his legs.  They continued to embrace, kiss, and fondle.  At length the man laid out on the table and the girl crawled atop of him.  His cock was once more stiff and ready and the girl eased down onto it, taking it into her body.
	Ted was enthralled once more, this spying stuff was cool!

	August and Ted returned to their appropriate RVs in the wee hours of the morn, August making a mental note to return to the RVers come the light of day, they were “interesting” and warranted a “visit.”
	August didn’t slip off to sleep, his mind once more centered on the missing Wendsy and September.  He felt nothing and feared that they were dead or had slipped into the Other Side.  It pissed him off and he had to find out, he needed closure.
	The new twins didn’t fuss, they slept soundly.  August knew that with the burgeoning crew he had, another RV would be necessary.  Ara Lee would be the most likely candidate, she could take her daughters (Claudia and Megan) and some of the others to alleviate overcrowding.
	For most of the following day August remained in a funk, brooding about the missing Wendsy.  He just didn’t know her fate and it annoyed him.  Knowing one way or another would be something.  Not knowing was a pisser.
	His funk prompted him to take a walk.  Ted noted and got the nod from Charlotte to follow.  He did.  August said nothing as Ted came up alongside.  To one side was bright sunshine gently warming a large pasture surrounded by a white fence.  Rolling hills off beyond, distant mountains further on.
	To the left there was the forest, not a thick forest, a mix mesh of various trees, straggly and otherwise.  Rustic rolling hills just beyond them, a flat land of semi-desert beyond that.
	Between the pasture and trees was the road.  A single lane road flanked by a stream on the right and a funky ditch on the left.  Tall unkempt grass knee high on both sides, too.  The road was seldom used, dirt with grass and weeds growing in the middle.  The road meandered mostly straight between the pasture and trees into a large grove of pines.  The area was very remote, but due to the lack of animals (due to the over hunting in years past) no hunters hardly made the long trek.
	Very few peoples came poking into the back area.  So the Bonner family who HAD found it had claimed it and would be for the most part unvisited.
	Upon approaching August made good the “invisibility” funciton of the Device.  Ted noted that they no longer cast off a shadow on the ground.
	The smell of a campfire alerted the pair of Unseen that they were close.  The RV of the Bonner was tucked away and almost concealed, but not on purpose.  Outside the Bonner family was one of merriment, playing, being a happy family in seclusion.
	They were naked, too.
	That in itself was no big deal, many families had adopted the Clothing Optional regime, enjoying the lifestyle of being Nudist.  It wasn’t against the Law, frowned upon and scorned, but not against the Law.  However, Danny Bonner sinking his manhood into young daughter Jodie, was.  Danny was a man in his mid to late 30s, tall, dark hair, kinda geeky looking.  Daughter Jodie was a lovely long straight blond haired girl, very lovely (‘specially naked) sitting on her father’s lap, bouncing up and down as his manly cock throbbed in her asshole!
	Running amok buck naked were the two youngest, Mary-Kate and Scotty.  The oldest girl, who had been seen the night before, sat naked on the picnic table fingering herself.
	Ted and August were all eyes and the worries of both had been diminished greatly.  They hunkered down in some shade and continued watching.
	Daddy Danny finally uploaded into his pre-teen daughter, he humped madly (as did she), gyrating on his lap, spanking herself, humping madly.  His cock finally popped out of her backdoor and languished a bit, oldest child, Candice got the two youngest ones to settle down and brought them up onto the table.  
	Here the big sister firstly caressed her two younger sibs, caressing their bare skin, fondling and fingering.  Young Scotty pawed at his big sister’s bodacious ta-tas.  Grinning and getting a bit of a stiffy; despite his tender young age of merely six.
	The teen soon had little Mary-Kate sitting perched on her left leg, she then had Scotty poised to rub his slinky against Mary-Kate’s poon.  She caressed the lad’s ass as well as fondled his bald tender nuggets.  Mary-Kate giggled, opened her legs, and played with her brother’s young schlong.
	Meanwhile, Jodie had turned about and sat back on her father’s lap.  His cock was not in the mood to “rise” to the occasion, it languished about with cum still dripping from its piss slit.  His hands caressed the girl’s torso, up and down her lovely nude body, caressing her breasts and fingering out her delicious looking poon.
	Jodie had a nice covering of poon hair, sister Candice was hairless, she kept a shaven snatch.  August’s expert eyes saw that for sure Jodie was NOT a virgin.  Nor was Mary-Kate!
	Candice had coaxed Scotty to put himself into Mary-Kate’s snatch box, the boy humped and Mary-Kate giggled, young legs flailing all about.  Candice had one hand cupping Scotty’s ass, a finger up her hole, the other hand steadying Mary-Kate.
	Jodie gripped her father’s cock and humped it, pressing it against her pussy until it was once more stiffened.  She then angled her lovely nude body until the head of the cock disappeared into her poon.
	Daddy Danny was having a time, his cock buried deeply into his young daughter’s cunt.  Just behind him daughter Candice had laid out with brother Scotty on top of her, his little puddling buried into her cunny while she herself licked out sister Mary-Kate!
	It was too much to believe--and not be a part of.
	August and Ted easily scurried away.  They found a secluded pond that was a little unattended.  No raccoons or beavers, lots of mosquitoes and other biting insects, though.  August and Ted found that the pond was plugged by debris.  It was being fed by an underground spring that was also partially plugged, and a small stream that was backed up.
	August and Ted returned to their camp and got the masses.
	The secluded “pond” needed draining and refilling, the natural underground spring needed unplugging, the forest spring needed cleaning out so as it could fill the pond, the stream leading out of the pond needed a little fixing, too.  August had enough peoples to do a fine job.
	Naturally, mid way thru the gaggle made enough ruckus to alert the Bonner family.  Vicki was left on alert guard, not for the Bonner family, but for anyone else.  The August gang went about their business NAKED.  It seemed like the thing to do!

	Fairly soon by mid afternoon the August & Bonner Families had mingled, interacted, met, and sought to help out a common cause; and they fixed the secluded pond, too!
	It was a three day event draining the icky pond and refilling it, clearing the natural spring, the creeks filling and draining away.  In the interim the two families mingled and got to know one another.  Seemed like the thing to do.
	Naturally this time was spent seriously getting to know one another, a sort of swapping & sharing.  Danny Bonner had many more choices in August and Ted’s family, Ted had more choices period.  August was merely interested in Candice and Jodie.  He fondled (and fingered) Mary-Kate and that was all.
	Candice was double-teamed by August and Ted the second night, Danny enjoyed a night of frolic with Kristy, Claudia, Stacie, one teen girl after another.  Charlotte, Courtney, and Kristy’s little sis Karen were kinda young, but he laid his pump stick against them just the same, as well as watched in awe as they got laid by the boys of the August group.
	By the third night, Danny was as much a part of the August clan as was Ted.  A good friend, willing to share his family--and story.  (so here it is)
	Danny and family lived in the quaint seaside town on the West Coast, the little town with a hippie commune and a lot of hills.  Oh, and they have this sort of famous bridge spanning a small bay, too!
	Danny had four children, he was widower, he worked a good job in broadcasting, had a good life.  He had three girls and one boy.  Candice Jolene was the oldest at sweet sixteen.  She looked so much like her mother, but didn’t have the Texan drawl like her mother.  She had super long super soft and luxurious golden hair.  She was nicely developed and Danny feared every boy she dated.
	Jodie Harriet was the next child in line, she was twelve, very sweet, semi naïve, mostly open about most subjects, and the one mostly to give a free hug to her father without a reason behind it.
	Mary-Kate also had super long blond hair, a wondrous body for her young age of eight.  Precocious she was, mostly to get into trouble of some sort.  But her sweetness usually helped alleviate some of the more harsher or sterner means of punishment she had heard her two older siblings had endured during their growing up period.
	Scotty was last.  He was a sweet child of six, inquisitive and sometimes hyper.  He and sis Mary-Kate were quite a pair into getting into things, troubles, and adventures.
	The Poignant Portion of their Story:
	 
	"Sure, I understand," Danny said into the phone. "No, no hard feelings. Well, nice talking to you."
	"Shot down again, huh?" daughter Candice smirked as she came ambling into the kitchen.
	"Yeah," Danny said, "and thanks for the sympathy. Hey, are you doing anything Saturday night? Maybe we could rent a video, or..."
	"Sorry, Dad, no dice. I've got a date!" she said with a beaming smile. 	"Hey, Jodi," Candice called out to the living where the other sib was prepping to watch tv, "Dad struck out again!” it was a running gag in the house of Bonner.  Since Daddy Danny had felt comfortable enough to open himself back up on the “market” his Dating Abilities left something to be desired.  Greatly
	Candice was 16, right on the verge of true womanhood. She hid a developing body in an conglomoration of bits and pieces of makeshift clothing, but her growing breasts and slender legs were becoming too noticeable to be hidden. She was tall and shapely, tender and young, delectable and highly desirable.  Daddy Danny most often got a boner as a result of his daughter’s clothing choices; sometimes she wore popular styles, sometime her own mix mash style.  
	Danny had done the best he could raising her on his own since the loss of  her mother; but secretly he feared he hadn't done enough. Was she ready for adulthood -- and adult relationships?  Luckily, he thought to himself, she never seemed to realize how much hope and concern he had invested in her; she was almost always cheerful, easy-going, ready for anything. 
	“Bye Dad!" she called out, heading for the door.
	He gave her an approving nod, ’Glad someone’s got a date…’he thought dryly.
	At the door was her best friend, Kimmie.  Also another girl who was a friend of Jodie’s.  Jodie was invited for a sleepover at the girl’s house.  Jodie was elated--she thought that she was going to be stuck watching OLDe movies with her dateless father.
	"Dad got stiffed again.” Candice scoffed to her friend.
	"Again?" smirked the shorter and skinnier girlfriend.  “Man, what a rip.  What’s wrong with him!?”  Candice hovered on the porch step, something like an anchor was holding her, Kimmie was already down the short steps and heading for her car, Candice threw a look over her shoulder, seeing her father all dressed up and no place to go; he sat kinda glum on the sofa going thru the tv stations for an olde movie, shaking the fresh bag of popcorn.
	“Oh man!” she groaned.
	Kimmie backed up the steps and tugged on her friend’s sleeve.  
	“Don’t do this!” she complained. 
	“Do what?” 
	"Like feeling sorry for him!  His had his chances, now he’s blue and  he wants you to spend Saturday night with him? Yeesh!"
	 Kimmie, Candice’s closest and dearest friend, punctuated her amazement, “We’re wasting valuable hunk time, all the cute guys are going to be scooped up and we’ll be left with the dorks, dweebs, and gay guys!”  Kimmie had a way with words.
	“I think I should humor him, or something." 
	"It’s  Saturday night!  OUR night, we‘re not going to be teenagers forever you know!?  It's, like, the biggest dance ever! Like, everyone will be there! We can't miss it!”
	“It’s just that I think we should have some time together. You know, father-daughter stuff. With school and dates, I hardly ever just sit down with him anymore."
	Danny was staring at some old movie on tv when Candice slipped in the door a few minutes later.  Despite her friend’s decree, there would be other biggest dances.
	"Candice!”  he said with a shock and awe at her presence.  
	Candice plopped onto the sofa and nuzzled against her father, dipping her  hand into his popcorn.
	"Hey, Dad, guess what? I am free tonight!"
	Typically he brushed against her, smiling.  She WAS a good kid.
	She wasn’t, however, into OLDE movies.  She was already dressed up, sort of, and so was Danny.
	“We’re all dressed up,” Candice told her pop,  "so whaddaya say? Wanna make a night of it?"
	"A date? Oh, sure, I guess, if you really want to," Danny said, lazily. "I was going to do relax here and watch this old movie--”
	Candice put her lips close to his ear. "Nice try, Dad," she whispered. 	She had, indeed, grown up into a fine woman.  She stood and her father held her hands, admiring her.  Firstly as Candice, then secondly as WOW!  What a nice girl!  Her dress clung to her curves. Its deep V neckline plunged between her breasts, showing off the firm young mounds, and the thin spaghetti straps concealed nothing of the creamy sweep of her shoulders. 
	Although the hem fell to her knees, deep slits on either side showed off flashes of slim thighs with every movement. She also had on a pair of shiny black high-heeled pumps; she completed the transformation from grungy teenager to blossoming young woman.
	"I do look pretty good, don't I?"
	Daddy Danny was speechless.  He managed to smile and gleam at her.  That was all that needed to be said.
	Candice insisted they go someplace nice, and Bruto’s by the Wharf s was the best Italian restaurant in town.  The high classed waiter in his tuxedo showed them to a candlelit booth set with red linen, white china and sparkling crystal.
	Danny felt a little uncomfortable riding Candice about her homework while they waited for their meal. Their talk turned to more serious topics -- her future dreams, his future worries. Candice was light hearted at it she seemed comfortable; even as he went along with it he knew she was carefully guiding their conversation, keeping it happy, trying to boost his spirits (from being dumped earlier.)
	She seemed so mature in the high classed surroundings. Maybe, he thought, maybe it was because seeing her outside of the house meant seeing her outside of all the accumulated memories of her childhood. In such an adult setting, he was finally able to see his daughter as an adult -- or, he reminded himself, almost an adult. He tried to tell her that, but the words seemed to trip over themselves and he couldn't get them out right. Trying to make his point, he reached across the table and took her slim hand in his. It started out as just a momentary gesture, but his hand lingered on hers. He felt her downy skin, the pulse beating just below the surface. Their eyes locked and for a moment neither spoke. 
	"Ahem." It was the waiter, bringing their main courses. Danny took his hand away, slowly. The conversation lagged as they ate. Halfway through dessert, Candice suddenly whispered to her father. "Psst. That couple to your right. Don't look now! The ones having the spaghetti." 
	Danny lifted his napkin up to his face, using it as a shield while he snuck a peek. A middle-aged couple surrounded by a forest of empty wine bottles and glasses.
	"What is it?" he whispered to his daughter. "What are they doing?" Candice leaned over the table, keeping her voice low. Her young breasts pressed against the top of her dress as she bent forward, and her heart pendant dangled just above her pasta.
	"They've been staring at us all night. You know what I think?" She winked. 
	"What?" he said without a clue. 
	"I bet they think I'm your date, not your daughter." She smiled. "From the looks on their faces now, I'm almost sure of it!" 
	Danny leaned back, blushing. He was a bit embarrassed, but Candice seemed to take it as a great joke. 
	"You know," she said as the waiter picked up Danny’s credit card, "we could really drive them crazy. You want to?" 
	Danny smirked. This was the Candice he always knew, the one who loved to pull the leg of stuffy people. With only a passing thought about pulling a practical joke in such a fancy place, he nodded his assent. 
	"What do we do?" 
	"Just follow my lead," she said. The waiter brought the check back then; Danny signed off with a generous tip and rose from the table. Candice slid out of her side.
	As she did, her skirt rode up and a slit opened wide, giving the couple at the next table a clear view of her luscious legs. She tugged on her father’s shoulder as he started to turn for the door. He turned back to her, and “his date” reached up and flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was no father-daughter kiss. She opened her mouth and pressed it to his lips, slipping her tongue inside. He felt her body pressed closely to his, her breasts squashed against his chest, one of her legs wrapped around his. His arms surrounded her, and his hands met on the bare, warm skin of her back.
	Candice held the kiss for a full minute, her hands tangling in his hair. At last they broke their embrace. "Thanks for the dinner, Daddy!" Candice said in a stage whisper as they passed the obviously shocked couple. Danny’s mind was awhirl. To his own shock, he realized he now had a major burning erection, his hard cock pressing against his pants. 
	He hastily buttoned up his sports coat, hoping it would cover up the bulge. For a fraction of a second, he had forgotten Candice was his daughter and had become lost in a passionate kiss with a very lovely young woman. Now, realizing what he had done, Danny was in a daze. 
	Somehow he made his way out to the car. As he opened the door for Candice, she pecked him on the cheek -- a very daughterly thing to do. By the time he'd gotten in on his side, he'd almost convinced himself he was exaggerating what had gone before. 
	He felt his erection subsiding as he placed the key into the ignition. Then he looked over at his daughter. She was looking out the passenger window, the light from a passing car throwing her into silhouette. Danny smiled at the familiar profile. ‘God your beautiful!’ he said to himself in awe.  
	His eyes then went down, down to her chest, where he could see her breasts heaving. It wasn't just him, he knew then. Lights from another car pulling into the fancy-schmanzy restaurant brightened his eyes; his eyes readjusted after the car had passed by; he saw the smooth curves of his daughter’s silky legs. He closed his eyes briefly. His erection was very nearly busting out of his slacks.
	Suppressing his stormy emotions, Danny opened his eyes again and fired up the rebuilt ‘68 Mustang and pulled out of the parking spot.
	"Good food, don't you think?" he said, an artificial brightness making his voice brittle. 
	"Hmm? Oh, yeaah-yes, sure." Candice said, still staring out her window. She seemed far away.
	"Yeah, good food," Danny repeated. They didn't say another word while they drove across town; it was to be a typical “Saturday Night Date” complete with Dinner and a Movie and possibly dancing at some trendy hip/hop popular usually overcrowded place downtown.  
	They made their way to their favorite movie theater, got their tickets and settled into a back row in the not so crowded screening room of a movie that had been around for awhile.  It was Candice‘s idea (and plan)  Danny was just along for the ride
	The lights dimmed, but it took a few minutes, while the trailers zipped past and for the audience to quiet down. The theater was hushed by the time the feature was underway. It was a romance -- Candice had picked it out, of course -- filled with lingering moments and tight embraces. Danny became aware, little by little, of a subtle scent of roses. He bent closer to his daughter -- yes, it was her perfume. 
	She noticed the movement and bent toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Danny watched as the light from the screen cast a flickering halo around Candice's long golden hair. Each strand seemed to catch the light a different way, lending a sultry sheen to her appearance.
	 On the screen, it grew cold and wintry as the lovers struggled to make a go of it. The sound of the wind rushing through the cracks in their hovel seemed to fill the theater, and soon everyone in the audience was shivering along with the actors. Danny put his arm around Candice’s shoulder and drew her close. She burrowed into his side. He felt his heart thump loudly and was amazed that everyone else in the theater didn't turn around and tell him to shush. 
	His hand rested on Candice’s arm.  She then shifted slightly and his hand slipped in between her arm and her side. Instinctively he flexed his fingers and felt her warm flesh give a little. The feeling was familiar. His eyes staring straight ahead, Danny realized with a thud that he was groping his daughter's breast!  His cock grew harder and he squirmed a bit. Candice made no move to get away. It seemed to Danny that his hand didn't belong to him any more. 
	Without conscious direction, it followed the sensuous curve of his daughter’s firm mound. His fingers moved slowly, tenderly across the velvet. A prickle of electricity shot up Danny’s arm as they strayed off the material and onto her skin in the deep valley between her breasts. Her pendant slipped over his fingers as they explored further.
	Danny's cock was rock-hard now, squeezed so tightly by his slacks that the pain was intense. Suddenly he felt the pressure ease. As he looked down, a small, pale hand was unzipping his fly. Danny licked his lips. A small voice within him continued to tell him it was wrong. But the memory of his daughter's hot, burning kiss filled him and overwhelmed him
	As the lopsided battle went on with his conscience, Candice spread apart the flap of his briefs and tugged his cock free. Danny sighed at the relief as his massive erection sprang out. While he tenderly caressed Candice's breasts, his young daughter grasped his shaft and began to hump.
	He felt her fingers slide over the wide helmet and down the shaft, tugging slightly at the dry skin stretched tight by his hard-on. Soon, though, a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the tip and she squeezed his organ, lubricating his shaft.  She was using only her thumb and forefinger to circle his cock. Danny sat in awe, she was working it like a pro, like a pro.
	 "Oh, yes, like that.”  he went through the motions of making noises, moans, groans of ultimate satisfaction. 
	Two spurts, then a third and the cum boiled out of him, erupting out the tip of his cock and flowing down over Candice's hand. She continued to rub until he pushed her hand away. Taking his arm from her side, Danny reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to his daughter.  After she had finished cleaning her hand, Daddy Danny bent down and kissed her.  As they kissed his cock began to stiffen slightly.
	Just then the credits began to roll and the house lights came up slowly. Danny stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped them hastily (but carefully--now was not the time to get his balls or cock caught in the zipper.) 
	He weaved slightly as they walked out to the parking lot; he felt unsteady and uncertain and very confused. Candice clung closely to him, but the crowd was everywhere and it wasn't until they were both in the car that he felt it safe to talk. "Candice..." he began. 
	"Dad..."  They both smiled. "You first," she said at last. Danny began by looking at her, but found it easier to turn away and stare out the windshield. He took a deep breath. "Candice, I -- I'm sorry for what happened in there. I--let things get out of control. It's my fault.  I-I’m sorry. Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"
	Candice put a hand on his arm. Danny flinched. "Dad, it's not your fault. You can't help what happened. It was me.  Maybe I got caught up in the movie. All I know is that I love you and it happened and I’m glad it did.”
	"I love you, too, Candice. But you know we can't.." 
	"I know!" Danny could hear her sobbing quietly, but Danny still kept his eyes straight ahead. His fingers were curled so tightly around the steering wheel that the knuckles were a ghostly white. 
	"It's wrong." Even to Danny, his words sounded cold and flat. "It's just wrong. Candice, I'm your father. I know better. But when I saw you tonight, so beautiful, so damn beautiful!” His head fell onto the steering wheel. "Oh, God, what have I done?" 
	"Dad?" Candice put her arm around him. "Dad, chill, I--I wanted something to happen. I knew what this dress was like. And in the restaurant -- well, you know. I have to admit I've wondered for a long time what it would be like to kiss you like that. I've never kissed a boy like that. And it wasn't  like it was with you.  So it's my fault, Dad.”
	Danny turned toward her. He saw the tracks of her tears running down her smooth cheeks. "Honey, I love you. I really do. I always -- always..." He  bent forward. The words were still dying on his lips when he kissed the tears from her cheeks. But then he went on, to her mouth. Their tongues met (again).
	A flame rose high within him. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her against his chest. He felt her heartbeat pounding madly. Eagerly, hungrily they kissed. All hesitation and doubt had left him. There was room for just one emotion in his mind, and that was a deep, abiding, erotic love for this nubile goddess in his arms. Their embrace lasted long after the other cars had left the lot. Finally they broke it off. With trembling hands, Danny put the car into gear and drove off.
	‘What now?’, he thought.  It was Candice who made the next choice. 	"Turn here," she said softly. "At the light." Danny swung the car to the right. Within a few blocks they had left the bright lights of the main City behind them. He looked around. It had been awhile since he'd been in this part of town, and he wasn't sure where they were heading. The street lights were few and far between now. "There, off to the right at the broken brick fence and crooked phone pole.”  Dimly he made out a rutted path. The headlights picked out a narrow, rugged lane that went into the brush for a hundred feet or so and then stopped in a dark, secluded clearing. He turned to Candice. "Where are we?"
	 "The kids at school told me about this place," she said quietly. "They use it for -- well, special occasions. I've never been here myself.  (she said quickly)  I guess I never had a special occasion - until now." 
	Candice's fingertips brushed her father’s neck as she helped him off with his sports coat. The steering wheel jabbed him in the side as he twisted. 
	"Maybe we should ..." Candice said, motioning with her eyes to the back seat. She and Danny got out on opposite sides of the car. Candice quickly opened the rear door on her side and slid in. Danny, though, closed the driver's door and then let his body sag against the car's frame. The enormity of what he was about to do seemed to concentrate itself into a roar in his head like a massive wave breaking over the shore. ‘I shouldn’t be doing this!’ he told himself. There was a tap at the window. He looked in. Candice crooked a finger at him.
	He looked and saw her moving her nylons and panties down, her dress was already off onto the floorboard.  No bra.  Danny was losing his breath.  Sure he had seen his daughter naked, but it had been awhile.  His cock surged to life like no other time it had ever.
	“Oh shit!” he exclaimed aloud.
	A soft breeze caressed him, a burning ember seethed within him.
	Candice opened her legs and brought her long delicate fingers against the precious mound that was her sex.  She was smiling, breathing hard, and inviting him in.
	Could he?  Should he?  It was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.
	Danny loosened his tie and undid his belt buckle, Candice sat up and undone her father’s dress belt.  His sports jacket he draped over the sill of the passenger’s side door.  Candice fumbled about undoing his slacks and letting them slid down his long well tanned legs.
	She grinned and she saw his pecker peeking out thru the flap in his boxers.  In the light of the night she could see it better.  She gripped it, handled it (again) and then kissed it, taking her tongue to lick the cum stained piss slit.
	Danny found his thoughts hopelessly tangled. In his mind's eye he saw Candice growing up -- a babe in arms, a little girl taking her first bike ride, a kid singing along with him. But when he looked up he saw something else: a lovely maiden naked, inviting him to commit the ultimate sin.  The thin moonlight peeking through the branches of the surrounding trees made speckled patterns on her tan skin, revealing now and again the small, dark circles at the peak of each breast.
	Danny fumbled off his shoes and socks, then slid off his slacks and briefs.  Even in the dim light, Danny could make out the blond patch of hair, the voluptuous swell of her hips. He moved toward her, stretching out on the bench seat.
	His hand fluttered above her body, tracing out every curve of her lovely body. They kissed tenderly, and then he moved down, nuzzling her neck, working his way to her perfect orbs. 
	With soft gentle kisses he surrounded them until at last he reached the summit. Then greedily he suckled on the nipples, taking them into his mouth, biting gently. Candice moaned deeply and writhed beneath him. Danny's hand followed the swoop of her torso down to her thighs. He ran the back of his hand over the soft skin, moving with each pass closer and closer to her virginity. Candice opened herself to him, spreading her legs apart. Danny savored every second, every touch, every sensation. 
	His fingers brushed against the crinkly hair of his daughter's pubic mound, and then slid down to her poon. He was delighted to find it already slickered up. Tenderly he spread the lips, slipping a finger inside lubricating the slit.
	Candice sighed, spreading her legs further apart. Danny explored deeper into his daughter, pressing on until he came to the maidenhead. An overwhelming amount of joy reverberated in his head. She was still a virgin! His thumb found the little button of her clitoris and Candice shrieked for a second. Her breath was coming in gulps as he manipulated her clitoris and extended two fingers into her opening.
	"Oh!  Daddy!" Candice gasped. "Put it in me! Daddy!" Danny shifted, rolling over so that his hips rested between hers. He felt the underside of his cock rub against her pubic patch, scratching delicately at the sensitive shaft.
	"We don't -- we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he whispered to her. 
	"No! I want you!" she insisted. "Please, please, put it in me!" then “FUCK ME!“ she almost yelled as the height of her sexuality increased tenfold.
	Danny let the head of his cock slide down to the hot, wet entrance to his daughter's tunnel. Candice immediately began to buck up at him. He held back, letting his cock ride up and down the slick folds. He wanted her first time to be as special, as gentle, as perfect as he could make it. Still holding his cock outside her, Danny bent down and kissed her. She kissed him back hard, inflamed with lust. Ever so slightly, ever so cautiously he pressed his cock into her. The hot folds spread apart easily, opening  to accept his engorged daddyhood. With the head not quite all the way in, Danny pulled back again. Candice answered with a quiet growl.
	"You're teasing me," she protested.
	"Love isn't something to be rush," Danny told his daughter. 
	As he spoke, he again slid his cockhead into her. This time he let the helmet pop all the way in, but held it there. 
	Danny covered her mouth with his as he pressed his cock up to her maidenhead. The thin tissue held. He thrust once, twice, a third time, and then felt it tear away, allowing his cock to slide all the way in. Her vagina was tight, tighter than he'd ever had before. He felt every inch inside her, and it was hard to resist the urge to begin driving his shaft in and out immediately. 
	"It wasn't too bad," she whispered. That eased Danny's fears, but he still was afraid to move. After a few moments, Candice moved her hips under him, urging him on. Still he didn't dare. His daughter put her lips to his ear and whispered softly. "Fuck me, Daddy." With a groan, Danny eased his raging hard-on out of Candice's cunt and plunged it back in. "Oh, yes!" she cried, her hands clawing at his naked back. "Yes, more!" Danny complied with her request, driving his rod in and out of her no longer virginal tunnel. 
	On each up- stroke he would lift almost completely out, so he could get the delight of feeling her tight lips spread open before his pressure again and again. Fucking his daughter, her hole so tight, but her body so willing, made him feel like a teenager again himself, like he was experiencing his own first fuck.
	He tried out different rhythms, he wiggled his cock from side to side -- though there wasn't much room to maneuver -- he even inserted a finger in her anus and felt the pressure of his shaft through her asshole's wall. 	Candice gripped her father’s ass, humping into him with all her might.  And through it all it was a new and wonderful experience for Danny. Candice's encouragement -- especially, he found, the unusual thrill of hearing her use language he never thought she knew -- magnified his lust. "Fuck me harder," the young girl moaned. "I want your in me all the way. Please, please, put it in! Oh!" With her vaginal secretions easing the way, Danny increased the tempo, faster, faster, pistoning his rod into her eager cunt until he felt a boiling in his testicles. "Oh, God, Sweetie, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. 
	 She was a wildcat, scratching at his sides as she bucked furiously. "I want it all!" And then Danny felt the cum explode out of him, a hot jet of jism surging into his daughter‘s quim. He pressed his mouth to hers as the cum poured out. Candice kept humping her hips, trying for more and more. 	Danny's cock quivered under her attack; it had grown so sensitive after the orgasm that every touch was a delicious agony. He pounded his fists into the car's upholstery as his daughter fought to push him into her cunt.
	They bucked in unison madly until the finale.  Danny's rod began to shrink, until just the tip was still clutched in her vaginal lips. He raised himself on his arms and tried to move away. 
	"Oh, no, you don't," Candice said with a smirk. She had wrapped her legs around his, holding in him place. 
	"I can't do any more," Danny protested. "That's it!" (typical male) 
	"Bullshit!" Candice exclaimed as she licked his sweaty neck. "Are you sure?" 
	Danny thought he was, but now his daughter was caressing his shaft with her cunt, bucking up at in in short, sharp movements. To his amazement, his cock began to grow again. A third time in one night? That was a record for him, he knew. But Candice seemed to take it for granted. God, what a devil he had, Danny thought. 
	Obeying his cock's urgings, he resumed the in-and- out motions, sliding through his daughter's pillowy tunnel. She sighed as she matched him stroke for stroke. It didn't last long this time. Danny's cock quickly grew larger, thicker, pressing against the tight walls. 
	"Oh, God, Daddy," Candice said. "It's even better! Oh, please, please, fuck me HARD!" Danny played her cunt like a violin, running his bow over the strings of his daughter's cunt. It built and built to a crescendo as again he felt his cum boil up. And this time Candice joined in his cries.
	"I'm cumming," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't!”
	As the jism pulsed out of his cock, Danny felt Candice stiffen and then suddenly release like a spring, and again, and again. Her wild flailing milked every drop of cum from his cock until at last she was still and he slipped his shrunken rod out of her, still cuddling her to him as the sweat cooled their bodies. "Daddy?" Candice cooed-whispered in his ear. "Yes, honey?" "I'm free next Saturday." 
	
                                                    *****

	That was one.  Despite her insistence that she was “protected”, Danny sometimes wrapped his rascal with rubber.  The only time he didn’t was when their combined horniness overwhelmed them--OR--he was plugging her up the ole Hershey Highway, or pumping off into her mouth.
	Getting naughty in the house was only sometimes, too risky it was as there were OTHERS in the house who would probably freak out should they walk in on Candice and their father with legs and arms akimbo, naked, and in the throws of sexual bliss.
	From the onset, for reals, Danny had no interests in Jodie or especially Mary-Kate.  (none towards Scotty, either!)  He had seen Jodie in a skimpy swimsuit, had seen her in her underwear and less.  It was no biggie, he didn’t get hard about it, she was his daughter, he loved her, and wouldn’t dare THINK about being naughty with her.
	Her girlfriends who came over for sleepovers, however…
	But for the moment, he was satisfied with shagging Candice.
	One day the family was having a barbeque.  In the backyard there was no pool, but a lot of yard with a built-in barbequer.  In the summer it got a lot of use.  Though no pool, the girls general scampered about in bathing suits just the same, best friend Kimmie who lived right behind the Bonners DID have a pool.  There was a gate between the two homes (no alley) and the Bonner clan often traipsed to and fro to enjoy a leisurely dip in cool refreshing water.
	It was mid way thru the barbequing when a heartthrob of Jodie’s dropped by, he was the paperboy and was delivering and collecting.  He was invited to the barbeque, he was a likeable boy, friendly and very charming.
	Scotty brought into play a dead rat.  It was dead, very dead, and stinky.  He tossed it onto the barbeque.  Then when his father yelled at him the boy grabbed the flaming rodent and began chasing everyone.  Everyone scattered to Kimmie’s yard and into the pool--Scotty giving chase flinging the rat by the tail.
	All except Jodie and sweetheart-throb Kyle.
	The two had taken cover in the side yard by the cars.
	After the family had disappeared Kyle determined that the barbeque was kinda spoiled and over with.  Jodie made the same conclusion.  
	“I think we’ve still got the ice tea in the house!” Jodie brightened up, she wore a one piece bathing suit, very nice, skin tight.  It was basic white with dazzling flowers all over it.  She was cute.  Damn cute.
	(she noted to August in telling her story that she noted Kyle had a bulge going.)
	Kyle was cute, too; as far as boys go.  He had light sandy brown hair that partially concealed half his face.  He had an earring.  Some freckles adorned his face, but that only added to his charm.  He was friendly, cool, and “with it.”
	Inside the kitchen Jodie poured the ice tea.  There, too, were some fresh baked cookies.  Pre-sliced watermelon and pineapple chunks.  Jodie sat on a bar stool virtually oggling the handsome boy.  No one was about, they could hear the grand cacophony of the family next door carrying on in a grand way in Kimmie’s pool.
	After noshing a bit, Kyle noted that he needed to scamper on, he had more papers to deliver and collections to make.  Jodie was kinda disappointed.  It wasn’t often she had a heartthrob in her house.  They stood close together at the front door, avoiding any possible encounters by going out the backdoor.
	It was then Kyle made a statement, “You’re a pretty cool chick.” 
	Jodie blushed and grinned.  Kyle cocked his head and leaned in.
	It was more than Jodie could hardly take.  Their bodies came together and the “kiss” on the lips lingered.  Jodie felt his “presence” pressing against her.  Knowing that they were basically alone, she endured the lingering kiss and let her arms envelope him.
	Kyle wrapped his arms about her and kept them in the middle of her back.  But Jodie had other plans.  Her hands came to the affectioning boy, easing them down to the small of her back.  She returned her own hands to his backside, curiously wondering if she herself should contemplate what she was thinking.
	They continued to kiss longingly, Frenching when they didn’t even know it had a name!  Kyle did nothing more than let his hands press against backside for a while, only when breaking for air did Kyle suddenly let a hand slip down to brush palm side down against Jodie’s ass.
	Jodie did likewise, squeezing his butt and feeling a feeling welling up inside her that she was sure was being shared by Kyle; both hands of the amorous boy rested on her ass, squeezing and going all about.
	Jodie feared someone walking in on them.  After breaking once more she leaned back, Kyle brought his hands about and held hers.
	“Wanna come up to my room?” she quipped with a twinkle in her eye.
	For a boy to go into a girls room was something, really something.	
	He shrugged and was in a sort of awe.  Jodie led him up the stairs to her room.
	It was back to more serious kissing.  Kissing and groping.  Kissing, groping, and whatnot.  And heavy on the whatnot.  Jodie once more guided Kyle’s hands about to her ass, but as she wore the skin tight swimsuit, she deftly guided his fingers just inside the hem.  Kyle’s tongue sped up dancing inside her mouth, his fingers gaining ground inside Jodie’s swimsuit, coming over the cleft of her pre-teen ass and digging into the crack.
	Jodie squeezed Kyle’s ass and then slowly brought her hand about to be between them and pressed against his growing “bulge.”  Kyle groaned and squeezed Jodie’s cheeks HARD.  He leaned back, looking down, half expecting possibly his cock to pop out of his jeans.
	Jodie grinned and ran her hand up and down the bulge area before easing back and sitting on her bed.  She shared her room with her young sibling, Mary-Kate.  She scooted back on her bed amid her stuffed toy animals.  She opened her legs and let Kyle have a nice look.  A nice long lingering look that any other time a girl would slap his face off.
	Jodie settled her blue eyes onto Kyle’s bulge.  He looked down, scuffed his feet, twisted on one foot, then used the heel of his hand to gouge his aching boner.
	“Take it out, if you want.” Jodie said.
	Kyle gulped and lost all color.  He had to pause and think it over a moment, ‘What did she say?’  he gulped and began to break out in small beads of sweat.  His mind churned over the statement, it didn’t make sense but then he simply went through the motions.
	Jodie smiled and watched, eyeing him with awe as Kyle fumbled about undoing his jeans and hauling out his pecker.  Jodie pursed her lips and felt another strange feeling surge within her.  
	Her body clinched up and she felt the need to finger herself sternly.
	It was now her turn to gulp, in a slow fluid motion she wriggled her shoulders and slid out of the top portion of her suit.  Her budding pre-teen breasts came to be and Kyle stared wide eyed.  His cock was bare and outstanding.
	Kyle stroked lightly his outstanding schlong, pulling the skin tight at the base.  The head of it seemed to grow, Jodie sat up, her palm sized breasts delighting Kyle greatly.  The boy tugged his underwear down more to expose/free his balls.  He began to masturbate and Jodie leaned closer to watch--she had never seen a boy stroke his bone but had heard about it.  She was curious and in awe about it.
	The feeling of sexual fire seethed through Jodie’s young body.  She gulped and felt totally strange and awed.  She paused a moment in her over anxious thinking and laid back on the bed.  Here she finished shucking her swimsuit.
	Once the garment was down at her ankles, she kicked the suit free and opened her legs, dragging her fingers against her cunny.  Kyle was near to faint.  His eyes bulged, nostrils flared, mouth hung open.  “Holy shit!” he exclaimed.  Jodie smiled, she winked at him and gave him the alluring, “Okay, come on, STICK IT IN ME!”
	Kyle pulled his jeans and basic white brief-type underwear down to his ankles, then scooted forward.  His was very nearly unable to breathe, just stare in awe at Jodie’s willing body.  Jodie ran her fingers up and down the delicate entrance of her near womanhood.  Kyle did likewise, mesmerized by the beauty of a simple cunt.  He had never seen a real live cunt before, a little-little girl, sure; and he had a pretty good imagination.  But a real live pussy?
	From fingering Kyle stepped it up a notch by going down on it.  It was an instinctive thing, mostly he was just more curious.  There was a bit of mustiness and a slight scent of urine.  But he marveled at the blond pubes concealing the perfect unfucked entrance.  He licked it like an ice cream, he didn’t know no better.  Jodie parted her legs more, Kyle parted the “lips” more, eyeing the entrance and not knowing what he was looking at.  
	Natural instinct and dire determination drove him to come up on to the lovely lass; his cock gliding across the super sensitive ready-to-fuck cunt.  Jodie ran her hands up and down Kyle’s arms, her butt cheeks tightened up, she bit her lip and anticipated the penetration.  She had heard that it “hurt” the first time a girl got laid.  (but was assured that thereafter it was better, much better.)
	Kyle eased himself against her, almost oblivious to the rite of passage.  He looked down to the lovely naked girl, the lovely naked WILLING girl.  He marveled at her bouncing jiggling breasts, the nipples, and the lovely-lovely face.
	Jodie had taken Kyle’s stunned schlong and pressed the bulbous tip into her sex.  Kyle pushed inward, found resistance but dire determination forced the act to complete and he “busted her cherry.”  
	Natural lubricant came to be from Jodie’s snatch and Kyle soon found it easy enough to fuck.  He pumped and Jodie pumped.  He lay on her but realized that he was probably heavier (being a boy) and so he got up locking his arms and naturally driving his cock into her sex.
	He did note the fact that his cock and balls and inner thighs were coated in blood.  Neither were aware of that supposed to happen.  It freaked them out and they fled to the bathroom.  Kyle was still very-very hard.  Jodie’s sex was a light covering in blood.
	They both came into the bathtub and used the shower to clean themselves.  Upon closer inspection there didn’t seem to be anything the matter.  (not with Kyle’s dick, anyways.)
	Jodie fingered her pussy and got a little blood on her fingers, 
	“Y-you on your period or something?” Kyle sheepishly asked.
	Jodie thought it over, then busted into a wide beaming smile, “Oh yeah!” she lied.  She was still concerned about the blood matter, but maybe it DID have something to do with her monthly menstrual.  She had just only recently started, she shrugged it off and returned to her bedroom.	Luckily no blood had gotten onto the bed.
	Kyle was still hard.
	Jodie was still horny.
	She lay back on her bed, fingered herself, and Kyle mounted her, to complete what he had started, ‘Fuck the paper route!  I’m busy!’
	It was not an enduring escapade.  Kyle slid back into position and bucked, Jodie humped back into her lover, gripping him tightly and completing their task.
	It was lingering, they both felt the stirrings rising to an apex, then tapering off.  Their young minds were blanked by the event, they sometimes found one another’s mouths and kissed.  Kyle often tweaked Jodie’s pert nipples, fondling the young mounds which only propelled him to hump faster and faster to another rising apex.
	Soon a great gusher of release came.
	Kyle came first.  Shooting a massive wad of sticky goo DEEP inside Jodie’s body.  His body tightened and then jerked uncontrollably.  Jodie felt a gusher of orgasmic awe swell within her and then expel.  She latched onto her lover bucking into him until the orgasmic flood subsided.
	Kyle slowly eased his cock out of Jodie’s cunt, it was coated in a sheen layer of blood, he had no energy so he simply sat down to catch his breath.  Jodie remained on her bed, her mind still blitzed.
	Until the bedroom door whisked opened.
	Thankfully it was not Daddy Danner.  Instead it was Sister Candice.
	But still, seeing her sister and Kyle butt naked and obviously in the aftermath of fucking, Candice was not pleased.  She was horrified that Candice and Kyle had fucked, in the house with the strong possibility that their father could have caught them.
	But on the other hand, she was having an ongoing sexual relationship with him, including oral and sodomy.  She had come to sit on his face and chest and pee on him, while she sat on the toilet he often strolled in and whizzed down her chest!
	So the business with Jodie and Kyle was not too bad.
	But bad enough.  Mainly it was their age, not quite thirteen.  That was a serious no-no.  Candice made Kyle go into the bathroom and clean up, then dress and scram.
	Meanwhile, she had a long serious talk with sister Jodie, bitching at her, warning her of diseases and the high probable chance of getting knocked up.
	Thereafter, it was sweet talk about how it felt to get laid!
	This blossomed into the two sitting naked on the bed masturbating, fingering one another.  Candice shared all the secrets of sexual bliss; the positions, how to please the lover, how to get the lover to please, orgasms, oral, backdoor treatment, spankings, and water sports.
	“You let a guy PEE on you!?” almost shrieked Jodie.  She couldn’t fathom that one.  It would be a LONG time before she would even contemplate letting a guy whiz on her.
	Suddenly, the door whisked open again.
	NOW it was Daddy Danny.
	Seeing his two girls butt naked on the bed almost gave him a heart attack.  It surprised him and he quickly backed out.  By the time Candice recovered sufficiently and threw her gray cast off shorts on and halter, her father was back downstairs.
	Jodie was freaking out, afraid of being in major troubles.  But Candice consoled her, “Don’t worry,” she assured, “he knows he’s in the wrong, he knows better than to open our room door.  We’re too old for him to see naked, now.” she was seething inside.  Keeping a secret such as she was about her ongoing shenanigans with their father was killing her.  But could Jodie handle it?
	“Besides,” Candice added, “seeing us like this isn’t good for him?”
	“Why not?” naïve Jodie asked.
	“Well, he’s a single guy, doesn’t get a lot of dates, he’s been single a long while, he REALLY needs a girlfriend!”
	“Why?” Jodie didn’t get it.
	“He needs to get laid!” Candice said smacking her dimwitted sister’s head.  “He needs to get laid or he’s liable to blow up or something!”
	Jodie looked shocked and awed.  “Really?” she almost squealed.
	Candice gave her the look…