Jen’s Life – Chapter Six – Part One
My family as usual put a different twist on going on holiday. It was to be a week of sun, swimming and lots of play
My family as usual put a different twist on going on holiday. It was to be a week of sun, swimming and lots of play
This is a work of fantasy only and is to be read only by those who have similar fetishes as the author.
In real life the author would never do the deeds described in this story, (actually he wouldn’t harm a fly) but he does bring a certain anount of expertise to the subject matter since he used to be a professional butcher.
Strictly Business
By P. Devadis
Anna woke up at dawn, from a nearly sleepless night. It was her eighteenth birthday and today would change her life forever. For the last two years she lived in the Cedar City Girl’s Detention Center, not because she did much wrong, but mostly because she was alone in the world and had no other place to live. She was sentenced; at age sixteen; to an attempted prostitution charge, more to protect her than to punish her.
She often wondered why her mother did that to her that cold winter day two years ago but she knew it was the drugs that her mother took, mostly crack…………”hell, she even tried to sell me, the bitch” Anna thought.
She slowly pulled back the bed covers and stretched her five feet-eleven inch nude body. She was very well developed with long shapely legs, buttocks and full firm breasts.
Slowly she got out of bed, being careful not to wake her roommate. She walked over to the bathroom scales, as was her habit each morning.
“Damn, still 148 pounds!” she thought. As with most girls her age, weight was always an issue, but she has no reason to feel that way, with her height the weight was perfect.
Quickly she got dressed in black panties and bra along with a tight blue blouse, a tight blue short miniskirt and high heels. Her dress violated all the detention center’s dress codes but today she was thinking “I am free of all that bullshit.” She was going to go to the big city.
With her blue eyes and blonde hair she was a real knock out.
Slowing and carefully she applied her make up and brush her shoulder length hair. Carefully she applied lipstick to her full sexy lips.
She wanted to thank her roommate, yet again, for arranging her to get the outfit, but decided instead to let the girl sleep.
She tossed her few belongs in the cheap suitcase and headed down the hall to the front office.
Knocking on the office door she heard Ms. Andersen yelled. “Come in.”
As Anna entered the office Ms. Andersen looked at her outfit in shock.
“Looks like you are ready to go whoring girl.”
“No madam.”
Ms Andersen found the girl to be very attractive, but had to be very careful to not to show her sexy attraction to the girls in her charge.
“God, I would love get her in bed, she is so damn sexy.” She thought to herself.
“So today is the big day, what are your plans girl?”
“I am going to catch a bus at 9:00 a.m.”
“No shit that I figured.” Yelled Ms. Andersen.
“Yes Madam.”
“So where the hell are you going girl?”
“Chicago, Madam”
“Why?”
“Find a job; get on with my life, madam.”
Ms Andersen reached into her top draw and removed $200 in twenties.
“Here is your “getting out” money girl, good luck.”
As an after thought she added. “You are going to need it.”
“Thank you madam.”
“Hank has decided to drive you to the bus station.” she said with a grim.
“Damn” she thought, “Guess I will have to suck his cock one last time!”
“He will pick you up out front.” as she handed the girl the money.
“Yes madam, good-by madam.” Anna replied taking the 200 dollars. It was the most money she ever had in her life, but she knew it wouldn’t last long.
Ms Andersen led her to the front gate and signaled for the guard to open it.
Anna quickly walked to the sidewalk waiting for her ride. After a while she turned and saw Ms Andersen staring at her.
“I bet the dike would love some of me.” She thought.
Slowly she raised her right arm, smiled and extended her middle finger in the direction of Ms. Andersen, but Ms. Andersen already turned her back and didn’t get to see it.
Anna stood on the sideway, enjoying her freedom and waited for Hank.
Soon a panel truck with the detention center markings on it pulled up and Anna climbed in.
She was greeted by a grinning long hair 22 year old wearing a uniform.
“Well, girl you are free, sort of………..“He told her with a smile as he pulled away from the curb.
“What the fuck you mean?” she replied.
“One last job you have to do before I let you out at the bus station.” he told her as he rubbed his hard cock though his pants.
“What if I don’t want to shit head?” she replied.
“Then I will have to beat the shit out of you.” he told her “and that may be fun!”
“Okay’ she replied weakly.
As he pulled into a deserted parking lot he told her to climb in the back and get undressed.
“Do I have to undress?” she pleaded.
“Yes bitch, you know I liked to look at you while you suck my cock…………..and you better do a good job at it!” he told her.
Hank climbed in the back and took a seat on the bench and watched her undress, enjoying every second.
Soon Anna stood naked in front of him.
He pulled her closed and ran his hands along the back of her long legs and between her full young thighs.
He marveled at her nipples, they always seem to be standing straight out. Genlely he bites one and ran his wet tongue over it.
“Nice…………….girl I am going to miss you!” he grimed
Turn around bitch I want to look at that fine ass of yours just one more time.”
“Nice” he said as he squeezed the flesh “I love girls like you, you know the ones with a nice tight ass. “He joked.
“You know girl you were kindly of skinny went you came here two years ago, now look at you, I am going to miss looking at you and I sure as hell am going to miss you sexy mouth.” he say as he placed a finger on her full lips.
“Suck on my finger.” he commanded.
She obeyed as she always did and he felt his cock getting harder and harder.
In a rush Hank took off his pants and underwear and reclined on the bench with his large cock straight up.
“Get to it bitch!” he commanded.
Anna knew the routine and kneeled before him and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock. “For such an ugly guy he sure does have a nice cock.” she thought. She kind of enjoyed doing him and wished he would stick that cock someplace else in her, but he never did. Guess he doesn’t want to knock me up she figured.
But Hank was thinking “I should fuck her sometime but I enjoy the blow job too damn much, besides she enjoys sucking me off I bet.”
Anna starting sucking on his hard cock, slowing moving up and down as he brushed back her long hair so he could get a good view. He loved watching her as she did him, with those warm full sexy lips.
As she sucked she played with his balls, occasionally taking them in her mouth and gently sucking them.
She placed a glob of split on the head of this cock rubbed it in for lubrication and started sucking harder. It was a game they played many times, he trying to hold off as long as he could and she trying to get him to cum.
She always won.
A full ten minutes passed “He sure has a load this time.” she was thinking as her felt him starting to cum.
Enjoying the power she had over him her applied more pressure with her lips.
Sensing he was about to cum she increased the speed of the sucking. Soon she felt his warm cum shot into her mouth. She thought he was not going to stop but she was to shallow all of it and that is what she did.
She pulled away as he shot the rest of his load on her face.
He handed a rag it to her. “Wipe you mouth bitch and get dressed or you will miss your bus.” he told her.
Chapter 2
Business was really slow for Peter. This month was the worst month he had since he opened “PDevadis Fine Meats” ten years ago.
The big chains were having an impact on his business and if he didn’t find ways to improve the bottom line he would soon be out to business.
There was even talk that the Greyhound Bus Station down the street was going is torn down to make way for yet another supermarket.
Still, he had a few customers. One of them was a creepy fat man, Mister Abbas, who lived alone in the neighbor. Abbas, when he wasn’t staring at the young women in the neighbor, liked to hang around the shop and watch Peter work at his trade. Abbas also owned the building and Peter leased from him. It has been of late hard to pay the rent so Peter had to put up with Mister Abbas. Hell, the bastard even insisted that Peter call him Mister.
Mister Abbas loved to eat and it shows on him, He was fat and bald. He loved meat best of all. He was Peter’s best customer, buying only the best of cuts and ordering cuts that most folks don’t these days, such as lamb. He loved lamb and pork.
As of late he got to know Mister Abbas very well, better then he wanted, as a matter of fact. But a man has to do what a man has to do and he was behind in the rent yet again.
Peter poured himself another shot of Wild Turkey, his third of the afternoon, and thought about the help wanted sign. He had second thoughts about this and nearly did not put it in window.
So far three people applied for the job, all of whom he found to be unqualified.
As he slipped the drink a young girl entered the shop, carrying a cheap cardboard suitcase.
Behind the counter she saw the muscular middle age man with a short black beard, wearing a bloody apron who was looking her up and down in a lustful way. She was starting to get use to that look from men. The men on the bus as well as others gave her such looks ever since she left the detention center yesterday. She was even starting to like it a little. It gave her a sense of power. She had something they wanted. This one looked like he wanted it most of all.
“This may work to my advantage.” She thought.
As she approached the counter the man smiled at her and said.
“Can I help you sweetie?”
“Yes, the sign says you are looking for a counter person.”
“What’s your name girl?”
“Anna, Sir.”
“You got any experience Anna?”
“No, Sir.”
“You from around here?”
“No sir just got in on the bus not twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh really.” Say Peter as his heart raced.
“You got folks around here Anna?”
“No sir, I ain’t got no folks anywhere that I know about.”
“Why are you in Chicago?’
“To find work.”
“If I train you, would you work for less than minimum wage, say $4.00 an hour?”
“No sir, I will look someplace else, thank you sir.” She said as she turned to leave.
“Wait girl, I was joking with you, the job pays $8.00 an hour after I train you, but minimum wage to start.” Said Peter.
“Why do you want to hire me?” replied Anna.
“I think you need help……………………. so you have a place to stay?’
“No sir.”
“Tell you what girl, there is a cheap hotel half a block down, go get a room for the night.”
“Do you have money?”
“No sir.” Lied Anna.
“Okay, here is $25.00 advancement on your pay.” He said as he opened his wallet.
“Thank you sir!”
“Here is the deal. I want you to check out tomorrow and come here with your belongs, be here at 7:00 a.m.”
“Yes sir.”
Together we will do some training in the morning and then I find you a more permanent place to stay.”
“Thank you sir!” replied Anna. She was happy she was wearing the outfit, for sure.
“On, by the way Anna, come to the back door, I am closed tomorrow because it’s Sunday and Monday is a holiday as well.
“Will you pay me for tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“Yes sir, what do I wear?”
“What you got on is fine girl.”
“It certainly is.” thought Anna as she left the shop.
As Peter watched her walked away he felt his cock getting big.
Over the years he enjoyed looking at his young female customers while he talked to them about cuts of meat. He would sometimes image them in that manner, as cuts of meat.
“One thing for sure, Anna was USDA Prime.” He thought, as he got a hard on.
Chapter 3
Peter woke early Sunday morning and make strong black coffee to treat his usual Wild Turkey hangover. After three cups of black coffee and four Camels he hears a light knock on the back door. Opening the door he found Anna standing there dressed the same as yesterday, carrying her cheap suitcase.
He motioned for her to come in and after looking up and down the alley he closed the door behind her and locked it.
“You are exactly on time sweetie.” He said.
She smiled at him.
Anna stood looking around the bright and fully equipped butcher shop.
The room had a large butcher’s worktable, a band saw, a grinder, a butcher’s scale and a set of knives – a large breaking knife, a cutting knife, a sharp boning knife and a cleaver. Peter always have a “steel on hand” to keep my knives’ edges honed. It is crucial for a butcher to work with very sharp knives, so he owned two sets, because one was sent out to be professionally sharpened every week.’
A rail with meat hooks ran around the parameter of the room and into the walk-in. She imaged the rail system was used to transport the meat from the meat cooler to the shop.
“I need to get started by asking you some questions sweetie.”
‘Okay Sir.”
“Why don’t you sit on the table?”
“Okay Sir.”
She walked over to the table and turned around to climb on it. Peter walked over to her and grabbing her around the waist lifted her on the table. She smiled at him and crossed her shapely long legs.
Peter pulled up a chair and sit before her, looking up at her and her shapely thighs.
Anna got red in the face from his stares but she was at the same time enjoying the looks of the handsome butcher.
“God he is old enough to be my father.” She thought. Anna had a thing for older man looking at her with lust and this one certainly was.
She thought, “I am going to like working here.”
Finally Peter spoke.
“Where did you come from sweetie?”
“Cedar City, Iowa, Sir.”
“Oh, a corn fed girl I see.”
Anna got red in the face and Peter smiled.
“Did you graduate from the local high school sweetie?” Peter said as he placed his hand on her right thigh.
Anna enjoyed the touch, it been years since she got that kind of attention from a man. The young flesh feels warm and firm to his touch. Slowly he stroked her legs as he talked.
She did not reply.
Removing his hand he thought, “I need to get back to business.”
He looked her in the eyes and asked the same question again.
“No sir, I was in the Cedar City Detention Center for girls until day before yesterday.”
“Why were you in there?”
“I got locked up for attempted prostitution when I was sixteen.” Replied Anna in a soft trembling voice.
“Attempted?” questioned Peter.
“Yes Sir, I was hungry and needed money, I ain’t never been with a man before, ever.”
“Are you a virgin girl?” asked Peter.
“Yes Sir.” Was her soft reply.
“I see, what do your parents think of you being locked up in that place?”
“I don have any parents Sir, least wise I don’t know where they are.”
“I see.” Replied Peter with a gleam in his eye. “How was the hotel last night?
“Fine Sir.”
“Anyone know you are here sweetie?”
“No, why?”
“Well, I need to list the next of kin in my files.”
“Well guess that would be you for the time beginning sir.”
“Now true sweetie.” Peter said as he got up and walked around the table.
He continued talking to Anna, asking her about what kind of education she received at the detention center as he opened a draw and took out a bottle of chloroform and a rag.
Quickly he poured the chemical on the rag and reached around Anna, applying the rag to her mouth.
The girl looked wildly around the room, but after a brief struggle she blacked out.
Peter grabbed her under her armpits and dragged her completely on the table.
“Piece of cake.” He thought to himself.
With trembling hands he loosens her skirt. Next he removed her shoes, tossing them in the corner of the room. After running his hands over her inner thighs he moved her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her firm breasts encased in a black bra.
He stood back and looked at her girl. “God, what a hot number.” He thought.
Anxious to see the young girls breasts he managed to work her blouse off and unhook her bra. Slowly he pulled the material away, enjoying the feel of the warm full breasts in his hands.
His excitement grew as he run his hands over the girl’s sexy young body. Quickly he undressed and stood over her with a big hard on.
He wondered what she would look like with his cock in her mouth so he gently opened her mouth the slowly place his cock in it. After rubbing the head of it over her full sexy lips he continued feeling her with one hand while playing with him with the other.
He worked his hard cock over her firm breasts as he fantasized his dark secret thoughts. Soon he lost control and his warm cum shot from his cock onto her firm full young breasts.
After resting for a while he rolled her on her stomach and tied her hands behind her back. Her round firm ass amazed him and her black panties make her ever sexier. He started to get hard again but he had work to do and an appointment to keep, so instead he dressed himself.
Leaving the room, he returned shortly with a digital camera, taking close up pictures of the girl from all angles, turning her on the table as needed.
As he was finishing she suddenly woke and started to scream. He quickly covered her mouth and told him to shut up.
“Listen sweetie, be quiet or I will have to hurt you, okay?”
Slowly he removed his hand.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked fearfully.
“All in good time sweetie.” Was his reply.
Forcing her off the table he tied her securely to the chair and taped her mouth.
He turned off the lights in the room and left, locking the door behind him.
Chapter 4
Abbas received Peter’s call just a halve an hour ago and rushed to the bar, taking a table in the corner, away from everything.
He spends the morning counting his money and planning for tonight’s gourmet meal. His source of money was from the rent receipts of the substandard apartments he owned in the neighborhood. He maximized his profits from the apartments by doing just enough repairs to keep the Chicago housing commissioner off his back.
He was happy to learn that the progress of this new goal of accumulating 2 million dollars was proceeding nicely. He was less than $200,000 away!
He lived in one of his own apartments and lived modestly. His own vices were gourmet food and triple x-rated movies. Over the years in developed a great cooking skill and was always anxious to try new dishes. He had a nicely equipped kitchen expanded by having the walls of two of the bedrooms torn out. In lieu of the living room he had a fancy dinning room with a wide screen television he used to watch his x-rated movies while he dined. He loved the ones that had lots of oral sex the best and he often wondered what such a thing would feel like in real life.
He looked at his watch,
He ordered another glass of wine as he set in the booth, waiting for his friend Peter to appear. God the waitress was so hot he thought as he fantasized about her.
Finally Peter appeared and set down, motioning for the waitress to bring him a beer.
“Well?” asked Abbas
”Well what?” asked Peter, teasing him.
“Did you get her?”
“Yes I did!”
“Excellent my friend!”
“What is she like?”
“Nice, very nice.” Replied Peter. “She is young, just turned eighteen.”
“Tell me more.” Said Abbas coarsely.
“Better yet I got pictures.”
He opened the envelope, and after looking around the room to ensure they weren’t being observed, and passed the pictures to Abbas.
Abbas stared at the pictures for a long time before speaking.
“Fuck me, she is nice!” he finally said, “When can I have her?”
“Not so fast my friend, there is a matter of payment.”
“Of course, say a hundred dollars for your troubles.”
“Surely you are joking.” Replied Peter. “ Let us just forgot this whole thing.”
They sit in silent for a while before Peter spoke.
“What are you going to do with her away?”
“I am going cook her and eat her.” Abbas replied.
“What!”
“Oh don’t look so shocked, after all you are always the one talking about that stuff in regards to your young female customers Peter.”
“But I was joking about it………………….sort of, why do you want to do this?” Peter replied getting red in the face.
“I want to get a nice young mature girl to eat for years Peter, have you ever thought about that?” He replied with a gleam in his eye
Peter had to admit the idea excited him, matter of fact he was thinking some of the same thoughts just a while ago when he masturbated on Anna.
“She is a virgin.” Was his next reply.
“Wow, really!”
“Yes.”
“Can you give me a thousand for her?”
“Only if you butcher her for me Peter.”
“You are joking right?” Peter said staring at him.
“No” was the reply.
Peter continued to stare at him…………….”shit he is seriously!” he finally determined.
“I don’t know how to butcher a girl.” he replied.
“Bullshit, sure you do, you talk about it all the time in the shop.”
“Tell you what, $1500 for the girl and the butchering.
“Well…………………” replied Abbas
“And I get some of the meat.”
“How much?”
“Just some, I am curious……………………say five.” Peter said hopefully.
“Five what?” said Abbas.
“Pounds, pound of her flesh…………….of course.” He replied weakly.
Okay, but I will pay you only $1400.”
“Why?”
“It figures at around $19.95 a pound asshole.” replied Abbas as if he was talking to a child.
“What you mean?” Replied Peter.
“You charge me $19.95 a pound for your prime meat.”
Peter started to get a headache coming on so he decided to end it.
“Okay, it is a deal………………..can’t believe I am paying for what is already mine.” Abbas told his friend.
“Also, I get to decide how she is butchered, you know, the cuts of meats.” He added staring at the pictures.
“Sure, I will do her exactly as you want.” Peter replied.
“So Peter……….what do you think of her………as meat I mean?” Abbas asked
Peter thought for a while and answered “Well she is young, 18 and she is nicely filled out, I suspect the fat content will be just perfect for cooking, now you going to cook her?”
“Mostly roast the meat I think.” he answered.
“I still can’t believe we are having this conservation.” Peter said.
But he continued “Another thing, no one is looking for her and no one will miss her.”
“Also she is going to be nice and tender………..I meant her meat will be, she is only 18 or so and nearly 6 feet tall, her flesh is firm to the touch, I think it means she doesn’t have too much fat on her.” he added.
He sits there looking straight ahead, thinking deeply.
Finally he said. “Okay, I will do her.”
“Deal.” Said Abbas extending his fat sweaty hand to Peter, “Can we finally go look at her now?”
“Yes, of course.”
Chapter 5
Anna looked at the two men in terror as they entered the room, wondering who the poorly dressed fat greasy middle age man with the dark complexion was. He looked as if he got his clothes from the Salvation Army. Beads of sweat formed on his unshaved face.
Spotting her in the corner to walked over and stared at her as he would a piece of meat.
He reached down and ripped the tape from her mouth and she started screaming. Quickly he placed his hand over her mouth and while looking her in her horrified brown eyes he firmly spoke to her. “If you scream one more time bitch, just once … I will kill you, got it?”
As best she could, she shook her head up and down.
“Good.” He said, removing his hand.
Turning to Peter he said. “Let’s have a better look at the young bitch, tie her somewhere with her hands above her head.”
“What about my $1400 first asshole?” Replied Peter.
“Not until I am satisfied with her.” Replied Abbas.
Peter did as he was told, anything to get the fat bastard to pay me he thought.
Using one or the meat hooks hanging from the overhead trolley he forced her under it. After a struggle he got her hands tie above her head such that her toes barely touched the floor.
Satisfied he stood back in look at the girl. The position certainly enchanted her already sexy appearance. It showed off her full breasts and her firm young ass encased in the fancy black panties.
Abbas walked around the girl, taking time to stare at each body part for a few minutes.
Soon she felt his sweaty hands in her rib cage and then on her ass, squeezing the firm young flesh. She felt her panties being pulled down to her knees. Staring at the flesh Abbas squeezed the young ass as he felt his cock getting larger.
Suddenly he leaned over and took a bit of the flesh into his mouth. Anna felt his teeth gently biting into her and the hairs on his unshaved face. He rolled the flesh in his mouth, testing the texture before biting down harder.
Anna yelled her felt a small tickle of her blood run down her ass on to her leg.
Abbas laughed and ran his wet tongue up the back of her thigh, licking up the warm blood with his tongue, enjoying the salty taste.
He stood up, revealing the huge bugle in the front of his pants.
Slapping her on the ass, he turned to Peter. “She will do very nicely.”
“Okay, give me 1400 big ones.”
“Well………………………”
“Well hell, no money, no girl you greedy asshole.” Peter angrily replied
Slowly Abbas opened his wallet and counted out 1400 dollars in hundred dollar bills.
“What the hell is going on?” cried Anna with terror in her voice.
Abbas walked over to her and looked deeply into her eyes.
“Why I just bought you bitch that is what is going on.” He spoke in a steady voice.
“What!!……………………… you can’t buy me, you bastard,” yelled Anna.
“Well I just did sugar,” Abbas replied.
“Please, I want to go, what are you going to do with me?” she cried.
“I am going to have Peter butcher you for me, like a side of beef.”
“Next I am going to cook your succulent meat in my oven and eat you all up sugar girl.” He said while smiling at her react to his words.
“What!” she cried as here big brown eyes stared at him. “He isn’t joking!” she decided.
He reached over and touched her cheek, pinching her lightly. “You hear me sugar girl, I am going to eat you!”
Turning to Peter he asked. “When can we slaughter her?”
“Now………………. if you want.” Was the answer.
“Excellent, now are you going to do it.”
“Don’t know, I suppose the best way it to stick her like a hog.”
“Don’t they use a sledgehammer in the slaughter houses?” asked Abbas.
“Yes but sticking is best, gives good bleed out.” Said Peter.
“Can I do it while you hold her?” Abbas asked.
“No, sticking requires skill, you may screw it up.”
“What if we just cut her throat, I should be able to do that.”
“Okay it not he best way, but it will work, you really want to do her yourself?” questioned Peter.
“Hell yes.” He replied.
Turning his attention to the fearful girl he run his sweaty hands over her thighs and ass, squeezing and pinching the young tender meat.
“I want two nice rump roast, Okay?”
“Sure.”
Turning his attention to the girls ass he told Peter, “keep this succulent ass in one piece, it will look great, nicely roasted on my table; the texture is nice and firm, leave about half the thighs attached, can you do that?
“What about my meat?’ asked Peter.
“Would you settle to be my guest when I get the rump roast ready?” Hell you don’t know a thing about cooking my friend.” Replied Abbas.
“Sure!” beamed Peter.
“One more thing Peter, before we get started.” Abbas spoke.
“Yes?”
“I need to fuck her.”
“Of course you do.”
“I want to fuck her in your meat locker, surrounded by the sides of beef, okay?”
“Sure Abbas, whatever floats you boat.”
“Let us get the bitch in there, tape her mouth, okay.” He replied as he rubbed his hard cock through his pants.
Anna felt the cold air as she was led into the locker, with one of them in each side of her. The cold caused her nipples to stand straight out.
“You are going to spend a week in here, starting real soon, except you won’t know it.” Peter told her.
“What?” Abbas questioned.
“We got the age her meat.”
“Yes, of course, I didn’t think about that……………………… you are so right.” Abbas replied.
They led her to a side of beef that was placed on a table in the middle of the room. It was Peter’s habit to do much of his initial butchering here, making the meat easier to transport into the next room.
Anna felt the cold meat against her breasts and stomach as they tossed her on top of it.
Quickly they tied her hands, leaving her shapely legs hanging over the table. The floor felt cold on her feet.
“Okay, leave us.” Commanded Abbas as he started to undress.
“Of course, now long you need?”
“I hope for a long time.” Was his reply.
Abbas walked towards the girl with his hard cock sticking straight out.
“I have dreamed of this moment for years, having a young succulent piece of meat like you.” He spoke.
“Your ass looks delicious, nice and meaty, firm, yet tender.” He spoke as he ran his hands over her.
The cold air of the locker was causing his erection to get bigger than usually. He wished be darned to have her suck him off, but was afraid she would bite him.
Instead he fingered the lips of her pussy with one hand while caressing her with the other.
“Can’t wait to get you butchered sugar girl, just like the side of beef you are laying on.” He said as drool ran down his fat chin.
With that he trusted his cock into the girl as she tried to scream.
Slowly he pumped away, while imaging things to come and now her ass meat would taste. He would roast it in the oven he decided.
“Nice girl, all nice and tight and fatten for my table.” He spoke softy to her.
The thought of her ass coming out of his oven all nice and golden brown caused him to explode, shooting his cum into her.
My first piece of virgin ass he thought to himself as he rested on her.
As he kept thinking of things about the feast to be he felt his hard come back.
Soon he was fucking her again.
This time he lasted for twenty minutes as he felt and talked to the girl, giving her, to her horror, the details of now she was going to be slaughtered, butchered and cooked.
After resting for a few minutes he decided the cold was getting to him so is got up, dressed and called for Peter.
Chapter 6
Peter appeared with a smile on his face. “You were sure noisy about it, I know exactly now to butcher her now.” He said.
“Well, let’s get in done.” Abbas replied with excitement in his voice.
Peter untied the girl’s hands and she stood up and tried to run to the door. Abbas grabbed her and together forced her towards the ceiling rail-mounted meat hooks. She put up a hell of a fight.
Peter found that her struggling excited him. It was similar to fighting a fish in the line except her flesh felt so good to his touch.
She fought, kicking and trying to scream as Peter kneed and tied ropes to her ankles, looping the other end to the rail cart’s eyelets. Together they pulled on the ropes and she swing upwards with her shapely legs far apart and her hands almost touching the floor. She felt hands squeezing her inner thighs and commenting on her meat. She realized that this was the end for her, that she would soon be just meat, nothing more. Still she tied to fight them off with her hands until Peter tied them behind her back. Adjusting the rope they placed her head at butcher’s eye level.
Satisfied, Peter pushed the shoulder of the girl and the cart moved along the rail into the warm butcher shop.
He stopped just short of the worktable and stood back to look at her.
Abbas walked over to the girl and started playing with her tits. “My, my, my this position shows her off nicely doesn’t it?” He said. “I want you to butcher off those nipples for me Peter, okay?”
“Right now, or after?” questioned the butcher.
“Now please.” Abbas replied.
“Not a good idea.” Replied Peter.
“And why not?” Demanded Abbas
“It will stress her meat even more than we already have………. you don’t want that do you?”
“No course not, let’s get this thing done, you ready girl?” He said looking Anna in the eyes.
He laughed at her horror and told her not to worry it was going to be easy and she didn’t have to do anything other than bleed.
“Be a nice girl for us sweetie, it will only take a few minutes.” He told her.
Peter handed Abbas a long sharp knife and place a large stainless steel vessel beneath Anna’s head.
Next he grabbed her long hair and pulled back her head sharply.
“Okay Abbas, it is time for you to do her the way I told you earlier.” Peter said.
Abbas started at the right corner of her jaw and make a deep cut ear-ear, cutting though the neck and larynx, neatly severing Anna’s carotid arteries. After the initial rush of blood that shot across the room, Peter was able to control the flow of into the vessel.
Peter started to massage her arms and legs and stomach to assist the bleed out.
In a few seconds Anna blacked out.
“Excellent!” replied Peter. “Good work.”
Peter only smiled and started to cut off the girl’s left nipple.”
“Give me the fucking knife Abbas, I am the butcher here asshole.”
After seeing that Peter was serious he handed the knife over.
“Her tongue, Peter, save her tongue for me.” He decided to have a meal of girl tongue some night while watching one of his triple X-rated suck and fuck movies.
“What do you think of her meat so far?” Abbas asked.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell until I am future along in the process, but I think she is going be a nice grade of meat, she appears to be nicely fatten and she is young, a perfect age really, I can tell more after I cut into her.” he answered.
“What is next?” Asked Abbas breathlessly.
Picking up a sharp knife Peter replied ‘”I need to get her beheaded and gutted, get her ready to hang in the meat locker.”
After Peter was happy with the progress of the bleeding he continued the cut to the throat around the Anna’s neck slicing the ligament. Gripping her head he twisted it off. Sitting the head on the workbench he plied open her mouth and pulled her tongue out, expertly cutting it out. Handing it to Abbas he said, “Here is your dinner tonight.”
Next Peter ran is knife making a cut from the solar plexus to the anus, taking care not to cut into the intestines.
Using a meat saw he cut through the pubic bone. Next he opened the lower body and pulled the organs out while cutting them away from the back wall of the body tossing them in the waste vessels.
Next he sliced through her diaphragm, cutting straight down the middle the breastbone, and cutting straight through the middle.
He remove removed the heart, lungs, larynx and trachea.
With much interest he studied the meat on her ribs. Calling Abbas over him noted the layer of fat surrounding the lean.
“I think she is going to provide you some excellent meat, just fat enough to add flavor, especially if you oven roast the meat.” Said Peter.
“Very good, I am getting hungry already!” Abbas replied, wishing he didn’t have to wait for the meat to age.
“So I get to dine with you at least one night?” Peter asked.
“Yeah like we agreed to, what’s next?”
“I need to wash her and get her in the locker; I will butcher her in about ten days”
After completing the clean up tasks the two men pushed the caresses into the meat locker where she came to rest touching a side of beef on each side.
“That is sure an erotic sight isn’t it, I mean she is just meat now, that’s all?” Abbas said.
Continuing he said. “I think this was always meant to be, after all girls were placed here to pleasure us, and now I have the ultimate pleasure, to be able to fuck her and then eat her.”
“I just know her flesh will be so succulent.” He said while reaching over and feeling her still warm thighs and her young firm ass.
“Don’t forget how I want her butchered, a nice rump roast leaving about half the thigh meat, say to mid thigh” Abbas requested and added. “Now much meat would that figure out to?”
“Hell, good twenty or thirty pounds I would think, too much for one meal.” Peter replied.
“That’s okay, I don’t need to eat it all at once, and after it is cooked it will keep. Abbas continued, “I want steaks from the rest of her thighs and her calves as well and of course butcher the ribs for barbecuing. With the rest of the meat, ground is fine.”
“You got it.” Replied Peter.
“Oh one more thing………………I want her hair, I know a wig maker that will give me a 100 bucks for such nice long hair…………..and did she have any jewelry, if is it belongs to me to sell, along with her clothes of course.” demanded Abbas.
“Cheap Bastard.” Peter muttered under his breath.
Chapter 7
Abbas woke early on the big day; he was barely able to sleep anyway.
He got dressed in a rush and headed to Peter’s shop.
“Today we get to butcher her!” he thought “finally the meat is properly aged.”
He when around back and knocked on the door. He was greeted by Peter who was holding a butcher knife.
Letting him in Peter led him into the shop where Anna was laying on her stomach.
“Well now that are here we can get started.” He told him.
He approached the girl and places his knife on the left thigh about 3 inches below the buttocks.
“This the cut you want?” he asked Abbas
“Yes, go for it.” was the answer.
Peter cut though the flesh until he reached the bone then picking up his saw he cut thorough the bone, then using the knife the finished the cut.
Abbas was amazed at the speed and the skill of the operation.
Peter pulled the leg back and examined the end.
“Very nice!” He said “Just look at the nice specks of girl fat and the nice layer, not too little, not too much.”
“Nice and tender and perfect for roasting, the fat will favor the meat.” he continued.
Abbas beamed at the news “Would you say she is prime meat?” he asked.
“Oh yes!” Peter answer.
Peter worked quickly and makes another cut above the knee. He took the thigh over the meat band saw and converted it to inch thick steaks.
Soon he had his rump roast and lay it aside.
Next he turned her over and marvel again at the full and shapely breasts.
Abbas touch them and asked “Can you get me a couple of roasts out of them?”
“Sorry” was the reply, “As nice as they look the inside is just fat tissue, not suitable for eating.”
Abbas thought for a while, finally he said “What about stuff breasts, you could clean them out, leaving the skin in tack and maybe get some ground meat off of her and sort of shape the skin over it and it would make a sexy roast.”
“Let try it” Peter said as he quicken debreasted her. The idea gave both men a hard on.
Next he split the remains and butchered off two sets of ribs.
He butchered off the rest of the lesser meat and ran some of it thorough the grinder.
Next he loaded the meat in a Styrofoam containers and told Abbas it was all his.
Chapter 8
Abbas removed the roast from the cold water after checking the time and placed it in a very large pot, adding various vegetables, onions, celery, carrots, turnips, parsnips, parsley, granulated sugar and a half-pint of cider vinegar. Next he covered it with cold water and starting heating it.
He allowed 15 minutes per pound at low heat, skimming off the brown froth as it rose to the surface. After the cooking time was up he turned off the heat and poured in a cup of cold water to arrest the cooking, and left the meat to cool in the water.
After cooling, he lifted the meat out of the water.
Next he mixed brown sugar and breadcrumbs to a paste with the mustard and vinegar, smoothing the mixture all over the surface of the roast with a palette knife, pressing well in.
Abbas baked for 45 minutes in a 350 degree over basting half-way through with a little extra vinegar.
He turned off the heat and left it for 15 minutes in the oven with the heat turned off and the door slightly open.
Timing being everything he called Peter and told him to start over, that dinner would be served in 20 minutes.
As Peter entered the room the rich aroma of the freshly cooked meat got his digestive juices flowing.
Abbas was just finished setting the table and was opening a bottle of Merlot. In the center of the table was the freshly roasted Anna, or at least the best part of her.
Abbas took great effort on the presentation and it showed. The firm young roast was so sexy looking that Peter didn’t know if he wanted to fuck it or eat it.
Abbas handed Peter and glass of wine and motioned him to take a seat.
“Well, what do you think?” Abbas asked.
“Wow!!!” Peter said. “She looks good enough to eat.
Both men laugh at the little joke.
After taking a slip of wine Abbas spoke “Well, the big moment is finally here, our first taste of the forbidden flesh, if you will.”
“Yes.” Replied Peter with hot excitement in his voice.
Abbas picked up the carving fork and knife, sticking the fork it the side of the roast. Anna’s girl juices flowed out and down the side of the roast. With the carving knife he cut into the meaty thigh.
“Look at that girl meat would you!” he said. “Nice and cooked, just a little pink, cooked exactly right I would think!”
He craved a generous portion and placed the meat on the carving board. Next he cut away the outer layer of fat and placed the meat on Peter’s plate.
After carving a portion for himself he sits down and lifted his wine glass.
“Peter. What did you say the girl’s name was?’ he asked.
“Anna.”
“Here’s to Anna.” Abbas replied.
Peter cut off a bite size of meat and placed it in his mouth. The flavor was like nothing he ever ate, it was delicious. He found the texture to be perfect and similar to an extra tender pork roast, except better. Adding to his enjoyment of the meat was the sexy looking roast in the center of the table.
The two men silently eat, dipping the juicy meat in a honey mustard sauce.
Abbas had a far away look as he ate, not talking time to eat any of the side dishes he craved more meat for Peter and himself. They ate until they could eat no more.
Abbas passed Peter one of his expensive cigars and the two men slipped wine, picked at the meat and smoked in silent.
Finally Abbas spoke. “She was wonderful wasn’t she?”
He added, “I find girl meat to be even better than I dreamed, it is by far the best meat I ever ate.”
“Oh, yes, it’s wonderful and unlike beef it gives me a hard on to eat it.” joked Peter.
“Peter?”
“Yes”
“Still got the help wanted sign.”
“Yes.” Replied Peter
“Would you put it back in the window?”
“Let us discuss some business first.” Peter answered.
“But Peter what is there to talk about, I already have the next girl lined up for you.” Mister Abbas said.
“Who is she?” Peter asked.
“A step daughter of a tenet of mine, about 20 years old, cute thing, only about 5 feet 1 or 2, maybe 110 pounds or less…………….I want to roast a whole girl and she will fit in my oven…..I already checked.” Mister Abbas told him.
“Wow you are really into this!” Peter told him.
“How to we get her?” he added.
“Easy, the old man is way behind in his rent………I simple offer to forget the rent, much as I hate to and give him a year more free rent.”
“The bastard drinks and smokes and is very sick, figure he will die in a few weeks away.” he added.
“Speaking of rent……………….I need a similar deal if we are going to continue this pardons.” Peter said hopefully.
“What do you mean?” asked Mr. Abbas.
I want free rent on the shop for now on, do that and I will butcher any girl you want at no cost.”
“What, I can’t do that!” Mr. Abbas answered.
“Then I can’t butcher this new girl for you.” Peter told him.
“Well I guess since I don’t have to pay you butchering fees it will be worth it……………..besides I have no talent in that area” Mr. Abbas answered.
He paused for a while before finally answering weakly “Okay.”
After a while Mister Abbas starting talking again…………….”You know Peter I got contacts…..mostly over the internet some of who has become friends………..they are of like mind and they would do anything to have a dinner such as we just had.”
He continued “So I see a possible business opportunity here……..let us say we invite some for dinner, at a very steep price of course.”
“Will I get a cut?” Peter asked.
“Well…………..I suppose that would be fair.” Mister Abbas answered.
“Deal!” replied Peter
Chapter 8
At ten o’clock next morning Peter knocked on Luke’s door as Mister Abbas yelled “Open up Luke, I am here to discuss the rent money.”
As the door opened Peter was facing him and Peter towered over Luke with his 6 foot 5 inches, 275 pound frame.
Luke looked around Peter at Mister Abbas.
“Did you bring this guy to beat the rent money out of me asshole?” as said as he lit another cigarette using the one he just finished to accomplish the task.
Luke looked like hell. He was unshaved, overweight and blood shot eyes. He suffered from “black lung” that he got before moving to Chicago while working the coal miner. He also had a bad case of lung cancer but was not yet aware of it. He had only two months to live.
After a coughing fit Luke continued “Well, shit asshole, I don’t got the money no how.”
“Can we come in and talk about it?” Peter asked him.
Slowly Luke moved it one side and let them into his dirty little apartment.
Luke was wearing a “wife beater’ T-shirt and looked a mess with his blood shot eyes.
Sitting on the kitchen table was an open bottle of cheap gin and a half a glass of the same.
Luke picked up the glass and in one shallow downed the contents.
“Don’t you know it is 10 fucking o’clock in the morning?” Peter asked him.
Luke just stared at him as he took a drag off his cigarette. “Fuck me, it is 5 fucking o’clock some place asshole.” he grinned.
“Is your daughter home……..what is her name?” Mister Abbas asked.
“The whore is my step daughter, and her name is Misty, why the fuck do you want to know for?” Luke asked.
“Well this concerns her and a business deal.” Mister Abbas say.
“Oh……………..I see………….. a fucking business deal, tell me more.” Luke grinned.
“Well it seems she has caught the eye of a pimp in the neighborhood, he wants her to come to work for him.” Peter told him.
“So what the fuck does that have to do with me? Luke asked
“Simple, you facilitate making this happen and you get free rent for a year.” Mister Abbas told him.
“And the 3months I owe? Luke asked
“I will forget it.” Mister Abbas answered. “And she will be out of your hair forever” He added
“What I have to do?” Luke asked.
“Simple, number one, you tell folks she ran away and next you send her on an errand to buy some meat from Peter, the pimp will be wait there and he has a powerful way of controlling young girls.” Mister Abbas replied.
“Why you need to do all this shit, why doesn’t he just take her?” Luke asked.
“He is in an illegal business and he like it when no one is looking for the girls working for him.” Mister Abbas answered.
“After tomorrow she will be working for the pimp, and you never have to support or see her again.” Peter added.
“Is it a deal?” Mister Abbas asked.
“Fuck yes!” was the reply.
“Great, sent her over just before closing time tomorrow.”
Chapter 9
Just a little before 9 pm Misty entered the shop. She was wearing tight jeans and a halter that showed off her perky young tits and shapely ass.
She was greeted by Mister Abbas who was wearing a butcher’s apron.
“Why Mr. Abbas, Sir are you working here now?” She asked in a puzzled manner.
“No honey, just helping out Peter.” he answered.
“Strange” she thought “He has never spoken to me this kindly before, mostly he just stares at me, kind of creepy like,”
“What you want Sugar?” he asked.
“Luke all of sudden wants some meat for tomorrow, some pork chops.”
“Well they are all in the back…………….come with me and pick them out.” he told her.
As they got to the door Mister Abbas opened it and motioned her.
“After you.” he told her.
As she entered the butcher shop she felt an arm around her neck and felt herself being carried to the back wall.
She was roughly tossed to the floor and she felt a knee in back and then a hand grabbed her pony tail and her head was sharply pull back, followed the feel of cold steel on her throat.
Swiftly Peter cut the jugular vein and directed the flow of blood into the drain in the floor.
She heard Peter say “That is the best way to do it, doesn’t; stress the meat if you do it quickly.”
She heard Mister Abbas say “Fuck what a nice roast she is going to make.”
Then she passed out.
Soon she was hanging by her heels over the drain as they waited for her to bleed out.
Peter took a sharp knife and sliced through her jeans, tossing them aside, she was not wearing any panties.
“Damn, just look at the nice young ass she has…………….she is going to roast up nicely.” Mister Abbas said as he massaged his hard on.
Peter was getting hard himself as he ran his hands over the still warm young meat.”
“What do you think she will dress out to?” Mister Abbas asked.
“I would guess about 40 or 45 pounds of meat.” he answered as he pulled down her halter and ran his gutting knife along her stomach.
Mr Abbas opened his fly and took out his cock as he approached the girl,
As he ran his hands over her he rubbed the tip of his swollen penis.
“Please stand back, I need to get her ready for the meat cooler.” Peter demanded.
However Mr Abbas paid no attention to him, he was too busy cumming.
Chapter 10.
Maria spend over an hour talking to Mr. Abbas on the phone. She found him to be as creepy on the phone as he was in the chat rooms and his postings in the cannibal fantasy group that they both belonged to along with some 800 others. In the past she provided Mr. Abbas with nude photos of her and he always had lucid comments as to how he wanted to have her butchered so he could eat her, even if she was 36 years old. His comments thrilled her.
Maria also had a cannibal fantasies that involved young women as well as her being the victim herself sometimes. Maria was very much bi-sexual. She lived in the Chicago area, it the rich part of the city and was the CEO of a major retail company. She was what is known as a “full figure” woman and Mr. Abbas always commented to her meat.
This conservation was differ from the others……………..it was a dinner invitation with a special main course. Mr. Abbas wanted to put her to work as payment for this special dinner. She was to use her personality and popularity with some of the other members of the group to sell tickets for this rare dish at 5 thousand dollars a pop.
In the end she agreed to do it but she wanted to visit the butcher shop where the girl was aging in preparation for the oven. She wanted to meet the butcher in person and inspect the girl to ensure herself that this was for real.
Secertly she was also turned on by the way Mr. Abbas describled Peter, now big he was and so strong.
“I bet he is hung like a horse.” She thought.
Suddenly the phone rang again, it was Mr. Abbas to tell her it was all arrange and she was to be at Peter’s shop near closing time tomorrow night.
Chapter 11
Peter looked at his watch, it was 5 minutes to 9 pm and like clock work Maria entered the shop.
“Man look at the jewelry she is wearing..bet she doesn’t make it out of this neigborhood in one piece.” he thought.
“Are you Maria?’ He asked.
“Yes and I can see you are Peter.” she repied.
“You here to inspect the meat?’ He asked as he walked over and locked the door.
“Yes……………….I find this quite thrilling to tell the truth.” she answered.
“So will this be your very first taste of the forbidden flesh?” he asked.
“No, it will be my second I had dinner with Mr Abbas before I came here, he grilled a thigh steak from that girl you butchered for him last month.” she answered.
“So what do you think?” he asked.
“Wonderful………..it was great meat……best kind of meat I ever ate and he showed me pictures of her, what a find she was!” she replied.
“Well the young bitch we got aging is just as good, except less meat………….she will be ready for the oven in about a week.” he told her.
“Follow me, you can have a look at her.” he continued.
As the entered the meat cooler Maria saw the girl hanging by the heels between two sides of beef.
A meat hook was driven into both calfs and her legs were widely separated, her arms hung straight down and she was gutted, with her head stilled attached.
Maria walked over to the girl and ran her hands over the flesh while thinking “This is for real!”
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Nice, very nice……………..mouthwatering you might say.” was her repied.
“I am getting horney as hell.” she thought.
“Did she put up a fight?” she asked.
“A little but she was easy to over power and I did her quickly as to not stress the meat.” he answered.
The leave the cooler and entered the butcher shop.
“Never been in one of these before.” she said as she studied all the knifes, meat saws and other tools of the trade.
“Peter?”
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
Getting red in the face she asked “Now do you think I would be…………..I mean if you were to butcher me, just pretend of course?”
“Well, what do you mean?” asked Peter as he smiled.
“Well I mean would my meat be good do you think?” She answered while getting redder and redder.
“Guess I need to see more of you.” he told her.
Slowly Maria lifted her dress, exposing her long shapely legs.
“Turn around?” commanded Peter.
She did as told and he walked over and asked “May I?” and he pulled on her lace panties.
“If you must…….of course.” she answered.
He pull the panties over her shapey ass and squezzled the flesh.
“Well?” she asked.
“USDA Prime Meat” I would have to say Peter told her as his cock got hard.
“Am I too old to butcher?” she asked.
“No.” Peter lied because in he had a theory that girls would be at their prime between 18 and 22, yet he wanted to taste her meat………..she was a real knock out and he knew that at 37 she was sexually at her peak.
“Peter?”
“Yes”
“Want to fuck me?
“Yes!” he shouted.
“Let play a game, can we pretend I am here to be butchered by you…..can we???”
“Sure” Peter answered.
“Okay Maria, get undressed for me, I can’t butcher you until you do that.”
Slowly Maria undressed and stood before him naked.
As he walked around her inspecting her he told her “You are going to butcher up real nice, you got some nice juicy meat on you.”
He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and felt her wettiness. Squezzing the flesh he told her that he was going to butcher that meat into steaks.
Maria signed with pleasure.
“You know gal I don’t want to get your blood on my clothes, mind if I undress.” Peter asked.
“Please do.” she answered with lust in the voice.
Soon Peter stood before her naked.
She admired his strong body thinking “This guy doesn’t have an inch of fat on him.”
But most of all she was most impressed by his big hard penis. “I bet that is a good 9 or 10 inches.” she thought.
She kneel before him and ran her wet tongue over the tip of his cock.
“I want to taste your beef.” she told him as she took it in her mouth and started sucking.
After a while he told her it was time for him to butcher her.
He climbed up on the work table and and picked up a knife and layed on his back.
He command her to mount him which her eaglely did, feeling his hot cock enter her wet pussy.
As he fucked her he talked to her providing details as to now he was going to butcher her and cook her.
She yelled “I think I am cumming!” as she felt him grab her hair and pull her head back and the sharp edge of the knife on her thoart.
Together they loudly came.
She rested on top of him catching her breath.
“God, for a minute I really thought you were going to do me for real.” she say.
“How did that make you feel?” he asked.
“Make me cum like I never cum before.” was her answer.
“Peter?’
“Yes”
“Can we play this game again from time to time?”
“You bet!” was the answer.
“Peter, you are still hard.” she said.
“Oh, I know, this is the most erotic thing I ever did…………….I imaged you in the oven all nice and roasted as I shot my wad.” he told her.
“I can’t leave you like this stud……………….want a full buy blow job?” she told him and quickly added “I like to shallow.”
“Fuck yes!” was the answer.
They were to play “Butcher Shop” as she called it, many more times. About once a week she would call him and ask if he wanted to play. He always did. It was to become a part of their life and they even charged others to watch once in a while and pretend she was their property they took to Peter for butchering. That revenue along with free rent kept Peter in business.
Chapter 12
Maria arrived at Mr. Abbas early to prepare for the paying dinner guest. The aroma of the roasting girl was wonderful and Mr. Abbas had the oven open, he was applying honey mustard sauce.
“So what is the final count?” he asked.
“Six…………..five men and a woman………….$30,000 total, paid in advance.” she told him.
“No bad for the first roast………………….hopeful word will get around that cannibal website.” he smiled.
Peter entered the room and immediately hugged Maria, giving her a kiss.
Raising an eyebow Mr. Abbas asked “Are you two an item?”
“No, just friends.” Maria replied winking at Peter.
Peter walked over and inspected the roasting girl.
“She looks great with her cute ass up like that, how is she doing?’ asked Peter.
“She will be ready by 6:00 pm, I and looking for medium rare and she is almost there.” Mr. Abbas answer.
“Very good, but we will have meat left over…….what is you plans for it.” Peter asked.
Maria told him that it was part of the package deal, that left over meat would be divided between the paying guest.
“We don’t get any of the left over?” he asked.
“No, sorry.” she told him.
“Guess I will have to butcher you then…………………in order to eat later.” he joked.
She winked at him again and whisked in his ear “Meet me at your place after dinner and let us see if you can’t take care of that…………………but this time I am going to put up a fight!”
Peter smiled boardly.
Soon the customers appeared and was greeted by the sexy Maria. One of the men joked “Hope you are the main course.”
Maria smiled and said “sorry.”
“Damn…..too bad…………you look delicious.” He replied.
Maria told them not it worry, the chef was just finishing up a nice juicy girl and she would be placed on the table soon.
Maria open a few bottle of wine and place glasses on the table. “It is happy hour.” she told them.
Each poured a glass wine and each downed it in on glup and poured another.
Soon the group stated to to be more talkative.
Maria asked them, “This this the first time for you………………..I mean to taste the food of the gods.”
All raised their hands.
“Well, you are in for a treat.” she told them as she picked up a deck of playing cards and place one in each of their hands.
“What this for?’ one of them asked.
“See you gets first pick of the cut of meat they want to start with, Ace is high.”
“I have a King!” said the man who introduced himself as Mr. Smith, “Anyone beat me?”
There was no reply.
“Okay Mr. Smith, you pick first.” said Maria while thinking “Right, Mr. Smith my ass.”
“I always fantasized a nice filet cut from the upper inner thigh…….is that possible?” he coarsely answered.
“Sure, our butcher Peter who is doing the craving and is highly skilled can do that, I am sure.” Maria told him.
The woman got the next choice and she picked the other filet on the upper inner thigh.
The each make their picks and soon was interrupted by the door to the dining room opening and Peter and Mr. Abbas was carrying in a large platter with the girl laying on it on the stomach with her legs apart.
She was roasted to a golden brown.
Her uncooked head was next to the body and it looked life like. Maria did an out standing job applying make-up and doing her hair. She looked as cute in death as she did in life.
As Peter craved the meat the customers fell silent and started eating, paying no attention to the many side dishes on the table…………..they all wanted the meat.
Mr. Smith was the first to talk “this meat is even better than I fantasized…very tender and juicy, you can cut it with a fork.” he said as he took another piece in his mouth, slowly enjoying the texture and the unigue favor.
After the meal Peter divided the remaining meat and gave it to each of the guest.
Chapter 13
After the guest left Mr. Abbas requested the Peter and Maria stay, he wanted to discuss the next move.
Maria stated that the meal was a great success and that she was sure their would be more coustomers next time once word got out on the Dolcett Girls website.
Peter looked puzzled by this and ask Maria what she was talking about.
“It is a place on the internet for those who fanasize about such things………….I forgot, you don’t even have a computer.” Maria told him adding “It is now I met Mr. Abbas and the reason why we were able to pull this thing off.” she told him.
“Oh, I see.” Peter said.
“Any way” Maria continued there is a guy on there who has a girlfriend…………..it seems she is willing even…………who he is offering up to us.”
“Willing?, how can that be?” Peter asked.
“Apparently she is like me…..she fantasies being meat…………she really wants it and she wants an audience even.” Maria told them.
“An audience?????” Mr. Abbas asked.
“Yes, you know to watch her get butchered by Peter.” Maria told him.
“Wow…………………..think we can charge extra for that?” Mr. Abbas asked.
“Oh, yes……….lots extra.” smiled Maria.
“Two problems……..first she needs to be fatten up some for the oven and she is 5 feet 11 inches so you will need a bigger oven.” Maria told them.
After soon thought Peter asked “do we fatten her up or will the boyfriend do it?”
The boyfriend I think………………….he also wants to participle in the dinner.” she told them.
“I would like to hold her in the spare back room while she gets fatten up.” Peter added.
“Hold your horses.” said Mr. Abbas………..”I need to inspect her first to see if she even needs any fattening…………..too much girl fat is not a good thing.” he said.
“I also want a recent picture of her before I decide.” he added.
Chapter 14
To be continued.
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True until the business trip. The sex part is fantasy. Damn!
This is a fantasy about my old spanish teacher
I found this story on another site, hope you enjoy it.
I guess I always kind of had a ‘thing’ for guys. To call me gay would be a lie, but There was always some sort of attraction to boys my age, although I wouldn’t gaze at them in lust, or undress them with my eyes like I did some of the girls in my school…every now and then when I would be jacking off in the privacy of my bedroom, the thought of one of my male friends might pop into my head and get me very excited.
Although I had a prior experience with a guy, when I was younger…it’s not much to tell so I’m going to tell a more recent story.
Last summer, me and my friends were going through the ‘pot smoking phase’ and it seemed to be all we would do. We would sit in a room on a couch all day and get high and listen to music and philosophize about a bunch of stupid things we thought were cool at the time. There were usually three or four of us there, and we would just hang out all day.
The story starts at night, we were in a fairly pitch black room, and had just got done smoking. Me and Justin were sitting on a couch, while two of our other friends were sitting on opposite sides of the rooms in different chairs. After a few minutes of talking we decided to crank up the music and just sit back and get into it.
After a while of this…the thoughts started racing in my head about sex, like any other 15 year old boy…this was something that came to me very very often. I got extremely horny…and the idea came to me to maybe start something with Justin. I didn’t know how he would react but I figured if it went badly, I could always blame it on the pot.
I started by moving closer to him a little bit…and sort of slouching sideways so I was even closer yet. The music was pretty loud, and nobody could see anything, and I figured our two other friends were borderline asleep anyways. I just slid my hand over to his leg, to where it was touching it but not on it or anything. I left it like this for a few minutes, and when he didn’t move I crept up his leg a little bit, and a little further, still no response.
As he allowed me to go this far, I got more and more courage. I gave his leg a little squeeze to see what he would do, so he would know maybe what my intentions were. Still nothing.
I slowly, but surely made my way to his crotch, and just left my hand there. I was still nervous but then figured that if he hadn’t stopped me now…it should be fine. I massaged his crotch a little through his pants and started to feel his dick enlarge underneath. I got excited myself; I knew at this point we were onto something.
I struggled to unzip and unbutton his pants, but I was at an awkward angle…and to my surprise I felt his hand reach down and unbutton them himself. I was very excited at this point, knowing he wanted it as much as I did. I tugged at his pants to pull them off, and he lifted up a little so I could pull them down a bit. When they were down I could just barley make out his light colored boxers.
I touched his dick through the boxers, and sort of felt it twitch; it was ¾ of the way hard and growing. I took it out through the hole in his boxers and stroked it, slowly and gently. Eventually it grew to full size and was ready for me to do my work on it.
His dick was small I suppose, smaller than mine. He was a small built kid…always skinny. His dick was about 5 inches long maybe, and about an inch wide. It was nice…and I liked it. I started off by jerking him off…I did him just like I did myself, pumping harder and harder, faster and faster. I could feel his dick get even harder and even tighter. I wanted to put my mouth on it in the worst way, but wasn’t sure if that would be ‘too far’. I just kept stroking him, and I would lower my head closer and closer hoping he might push me along if that’s what he wanted me to do. At this point I was lying on my stomach on the couch, he was at the end and my head was above his cock, and I was jerking him off.
I continued to jerk him off, until to my great surprise he said with a bit of humor in his voice.
“Be a bitch, suck my dick.”
We both sort of stopped…we seemed to both forget that our friends were in the room. Luckily they didn’t hear though, and I did what he said.
I licked my lips and went for it. His dick was already wet from precum, and I tasted it, salty…but sweet. I continued down the shaft until it was all in my mouth. I sucked and slurped for a few minutes, then jerked him again for a few minutes. I continued this pattern for a while until his hips started bucking, and his cock tensed.
I knew what was coming and put my lips around the center of his dick. And with my tongue flicked the head while it was inside my mouth. I felt the cum traveling through his dick, and felt it hit the roof of my mouth. The squirts kept coming. I didn’t like the way it tasted at first, but swallowed anyways.
We both recovered for a few minutes, then I put his soft, but sticky from saliva and come, back into his boxers, and zipped up his pants.
I sat back up, and we never mentioned it again….
Well we never MENTIONED it…but that didn’t stop us from DOING it again in the future. Out adventures came more frequently…and we got more and more daring each time.
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Chapter 5: Inseparable
My senior year started on a low note. The first time I saw Abby I tried to explain things to her. She wouldn’t listen to me at all. She said that no matter what excuse I used I had betrayed her trust. There was no way around that fact. Sadly I couldn’t disagree.
After her birthday Ash and Sara had become best friends, they hung out after school and Ash would often spend evenings and weekends at Sara’s house. Ash tried to have Sara talk to Abby for me, but it only seemed to piss Abby off more. Abby told me I needed to stop trying to turn her sister against her and fight my own battles.
By October she finally let me tell my side of the story. She thought it was bullshit and told me I had, had enough time to come up with something better then that. She said again it didn’t matter, what she couldn’t handle was the fact that I had my cock in another girls mouth. She said there was no circumstance were that was acceptable.
I had told her the real truth, well mostly the whole truth. I left out two parts, first the part where I knew it was someone else and just let it happen. The second part I left out was where I had attacked the girls pussy. I told Abby she had simply rubbed it against my face.
I told her my version of the story then explained that I didn’t know it wasn’t her until she accused me of cheating. I told her that I had thought it was her being kinky. She said that she wouldn’t have done that at a kids party when she had already promised to not be alone with me. That was the last time she talked to me until we were standing in a hospital on Christmas break.
Things having totally fallen apart with Abby, Ash and Sara had become my best friends. Sara, who had just started her freshman year at my highschool, rode shotgun with me everyday after school. We went to the junior high and picked up Ash and Shawna. The we would drive to Abby’s and drop off Sara and Shawna. Abby would often hide in the house when my car pulled up.
Ash and I had the house to ourselves for about two hours every night after school. I would help her with her homework and we sometimes cooked dinner together for our family. It was a fun innocent time. Despite the flirting Ash still had held back from me in some ways. But after her birthday I started talking to her like a grown up not a little kid. This made all the difference. She really opened up to me now. I found that she was really smart, but it was like she didn’t want anyone to know, so she hid her intelligence under a layer of fake innocence. I wondered just how fake her innocence went, I again wondered if she had been my mystery girl.
Without a girlfriend to help me out anymore I had developed a routine where we would come home after school and I would help get Ash started on her homework and I would retire to my room for a while. I would spend about twenty minutes to a half an hour taking care of myself then come back to check on her. Once she had her homework done we would go sit in the livingroom and find something on to watch until my Lilly got home.
By November Ashley’s affections had moved on to her sitting with me on the couch with her head on my shoulder. I was really glad that I had, had that talk with Libby because this could have looked bad under different intentions. If not for that talk I just simply would’ve been uncomfortable with this in general. Knowing it was no big deal I found I enjoyed the closeness of the bond we were building.
I found instead of finding her bratty like I thought she would be when they brought her home, she was really fun to hang around with. She really helped me fill the void that Katie had left in me. She was easy to talk to and I really enjoyed her company. I really didn’t mind her flirting anymore either. I found it fun to actually be adored by some one. I missed having a girlfriend. For the first time ever felt like a real brother to someone.
We started going everywhere together. I would often take Ash and Sara to the mall or the movies. I got both girls into reading books for fun and not just for school. This started us three spending time at book stores and library’s. Sara had told Ash she believed me about Abby and that’s why she didn’t mind spending time around me. She said I was the nicest boy she had ever met. I was touched a little by that sentiment. It was a fun time for the three of us.
I asked Sara one day why her mom let her hang around us so much with out supervision? As rumor had it she was still clamping down on letting Abby out of the house. Sara actually laughed a little. She said her mom didn’t mind her hanging around me as long as Ash was with us. Plus she wasn’t really worried about her sneaking off to meet boys right now because she was already pregnant. I laughed at that, I guess it made sense I just felt bad that Sara’s pregnancy was affecting Abby’s life.
By Christmas vacation I as ready for a break from school. Word had gone around that I had cheated on my girlfriend right behind her back. I stopped even trying to deny it anymore, it was pointless when now one believed me anyway. The fact of the matter was that I had eaten out another girl. I couldn’t rationalize that to myself anymore, yes I was tied up but I had attacked that pussy when she put it in my face.
My reputation was destroyed. No girl wanted to go out with me, not that I had one in mind. I still loved Katie in my heart of hearts but I also still had feelings for Abby. I still had that moment in the library locked into my mind. The moment when we laid our foreheads together and looked each other in the eyes. Some moments are there for life.
Since I was a social leper I had tried unsusessfully to find a date for Homecoming and ended up not going. I had some girl-friends but they were mostly the girlfriends of by buddies. I was disappointed it was my senior year and I was missing out because of a fucked up situation. Instead of Homecoming I ended up taking Ash and Sara to the movies that night just to get out of the house. Ash surprised me by holding my hand all through the movie. I thought it was cute that she trusted me enough to be that comfortable with me.
The week after Thanksgiving dad and Lilly pulled us into the kitchen for a family meeting. I was fearful, I had no idea what we had one wrong as we never had family meetings.
We found out that my parents were going trust us to stay home by ourselves for a few days the first week of Christmas vacation. My Dad had an interview for promotion within the company. To get the promotion he had to go out of state to a corporate function for training. He was taking Lilly with him and they were going to trust us alone in the house from Monday to Friday. I thought it would be awesome and I was looking forward to it. I just wished I had a girlfriend to make use of no parents.
My main focus however was trying to find a date to the winter formal. I didn’t want to miss this dance as I had Homecoming. My friends were all going but they all had dates . As much as I wanted to go I also didn’t want to show up without a date. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or someone to fall in love with, all I needed was a nice girl willing to accompany me and dance for one night. Was that really to much to ask for?
We were sitting around the dinner table a few days prior to the dance when Ash quietly stated that if I wanted she could be my date for the winter formal. I was trying to find the right words to tell her no, without hurting her feelings. It would be more embarrassing to show up with a 13 year old, then no date. As I began to speak up Lilly jumped in.
“That would be so cute Ash!” she cried, “We could go get you a pretty dress tomorrow.” The look on both Lilly’s and Ash’s faces was so priceless that I couldn’t say no.
“What do you say Joey?” asked Dad, “It’s your dance, it’s your choice.”
“I don’t know,” I said really slowly. I could see the sparkle start to leave Ash’s eye. That broke me, “Yes you can be my date to the dance aunty Ashley.” Lilly smiled and Ashley squealed and ran to me hugging me tight.
“Alright, get off me,” I said jokingly. Ash kissed me on the cheek and sat back down at the table.
That night I went to bed feeling like I was the good big brother again. I lay there not really thinking of anything when I suddenly got a major erection. It had been a while since I had gotten a massive erection spontaneously. I figured since it was saying hello I would just go with it. I reached down and started stroking myself as someone knocked at my door.
I felt 12 years old again as I pulled my hand back and said come in. I sat up as the door opened, hoping that the blanket over me would cover it. It was Lilly who came in. I couldn’t remember the last time she had come to see me at night.
“What’s up Lilly?”
“Nothing,” she said looking down at me with a knowing look, “I just wanted to make sure before I bought her the dress that it’s really ok. You weren’t just being nice out of pressure at the time?”
“No, it’s really ok,” I smiled at her, “I wont take that away from her now.”
“I think you’re the sweetest boy in the world. You made her whole month, you know that?” She looked almost smitten.
“Well she is a sweet kid.”
“Yeah, but I know some kids will make fun of you. But what your doing is really good for her. Since our parents died you’ve been really good with her.”
“I’m just doing what you asked me to.”
“What?”
“You told me to be nice to her. I found it’s not that hard.”
“I almost forgot about that talk.” She kissed me on the forehead and started out of the room. When she kissed me I had gotten even harder. I found that odd, my Lilly was attractive in the same way Katie was but I had never thought about her like that before. Maybe it was the fact that I was hard when she walked in my room.
The next day Lilly took Ash out to find a dress for the winter formal. They spent 3 hours at the mall looking for just the perfect dress. When they came home that night they giggled with each other and I was told I wasn’t allowed to see her dress until the dance.
Lilly told me that to Ash this dance was a really big deal. She had never gone to a school dance before, or been on a date. I told Lilly this wasn’t a real date. She agreed but said to Ash it still felt the same and I was to treat her the same as any other girl I took out to a high school dance. I agreed, thinking except the part were we rent a motel room and lose our virginity’s like some of my friends were planing.
At school the day of the formal I told my friends about who I was bringing. The guys laughed and made a couple jokes, they really didn’t mean any harm it was all in fun. The couple of girls thought it was the sweetest thing. They said they couldn’t wait to see Ash all dolled up in her dress.
By dinner that night I was dreading my decision, I was really starting to want to skip the whole thing. But it was to late to back out. I kept having images of people pointing and laughing. I was more worried if people laughed and made jokes, Ash would take them wrong and end up in tears.
The other thing making me dread this event was I realized that Abby might be there with someone else. I hadn’t heard any rumors of her dating anyone but I didn’t want to find out. I didn’t know how I would react to seeing her with another man.
When it was time I put on my suit I got ready and waited in the livingroom for Ash. I hadn’t seen her dress yet, so when she stepped into the room with her hair done up, wearing the most gorgeous dress I was blown away. She looked five years older.
Lilly seemed almost as excited as Ash. She made us stand in the livingroom so she could take a dozen photo’s. Ash blushed posing with me for the pictures when I put my arms around her. I just kept thinking these were going to be blackmail photo’s someday.
I drove us to the dance my heart racing in nervousness. As soon as we arrived I took her hand in mine and walked into the auditorium. To my relief no one gave us much of a look. That made my fears melt away almost completely.
As it turned out Abby was there but she had brought her sister. Sara ran up to Ash and I explaining Abby had come with her because Abby had turned down all the guys that asked her. Sara said that Abby had told her that the reason she turned them all down was so she wouldn’t have to pick one. Sara felt that the real reason was because she wasn’t over me yet. I really didn’t know how to feel about that.
Sara hung out with us for a while but ended up having to sit down. She was now almost six months along and her energy was warring down. I said I was surprised their mom let them out after what was going on. Sara said that she had dropped them off and with her as Abby’s date it was fine. But her mom was going to pick them up as soon as the dance was over.
I took Ash out onto the dance floor and tried to give her the night of her life like I had promised Lilly. We danced every time Sara had to sit down. Ash wanted to be with her friend when she was up and walking. They danced together a few times. I went to Ash a few times and told her she needed to let Sara rest. I could see something was wrong with her. Sara claimed she was fine but I was beginning to worry. I walked toward Abby to say something about it, yet before I could get to her she turned and walked away from me. Abby spent the bulk of her time leaning against the wall glaring at us. I think that she was a little mad about the fact Sara was spending all her time with us.
We were having such a good time that it never occurred to me that the whole thing could turn in an instant. When we first got there that night and the slow dances came on Ash was a little shy and would dance with me with a gap between us. By the end of the evening we were dancing like a couple. She had her arms around my neck and I had pulled her close with my arms around her back.
It was really nice dancing with her, it felt comfortable. I liked the feel of her cheek on mine and the smell of her hair. I fell in love with her in that moment. She may have been 13 but she was one of the most wonderful girls I had ever known. This too was a different kind of love then I had felt before. My heart always belonged to Katie, but now it shared space with Ashley.
It was in that wonderful moment slow dancing with her that things went south. I heard the DJ announce that there were only 4 songs left before the end of the night, he said grab that someone special and make the last songs count. I was already holding Ash tight as that dumb ass song started to play. I instantly went hard pushing against her stomach. Her eyes grew wide when she realized what it was. She had no idea it was the song and not her that had done it to me. She had a large smile on her face and I realized that this was probably the first time she thought she had made a guy go hard for her. I remembered how big of a deal that had been for Katie. I had done the wrong thing on that day. I didn’t know how to handle this today. She snuggled her head against my shoulder.
I broke our hold and walked quickly toward the back door. I went outside, it was warm for December, or I was warm. Walked to the far side of campus to be alone for a minute. I sat down on the stairs leading to the arts building and tried to wish myself down. I hadn’t wished myself down like this in a long time, but I wasn’t going to whip it out on the stairs that night. A couple minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and it was Ash. She sat down by me and snugged her head up to my shoulder.
“Why did you run away from me, Joe?” She asked softly.
“I………. it’s hard to explain………..” I started.
“Is it because you got a boner?”
“A little bit.”
“It’s ok. I………. felt special,” she said the last two words so quietly that I almost didn’t hear them.
“I don’t know what to say Ash. I shouldn’t be getting hard for you.” I didn’t want to tell her it was the song. She felt special and beautiful I couldn’t take that from her. I knew with the death of her parents and her budding sexuality she was very fragile emotionally. What I did now made all the difference. I know Lilly had told me to go along with things that made her feel nice and beautiful, but I knew she hadn’t meant I should go with it when were talking erections.
I was thinking on things when Ash moved her head from my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. This broke me out of my chain of thought, without thinking I turned my head to look at her. The second kiss wasn’t as innocent as the first. She kissed my lips and opened her mouth. It had been months since I had kissed some one. Sitting there with a major erection I wasn’t thinking straight. I opened my mouth and trust my tongue forward. She squealed in both surprise and delight and trust hers into my mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her hard. I couldn’t stop. Her lips were so soft. I couldn’t stop. I had never kissed a girl that young. We sunk into our kissing and the world around us melted away. I really couldn’t stop. I was so into her kiss I hadn’t felt her hand move to my zipper. We kissed for what had to be an entire lifetime before we broke apart.
When she pulled away from me I tilted my head back and breathed in the night air. I was coming back to my senses and I realized only then Ash had pulled me out of my pants and was stroking me.
“What are you doing?” I asked snapping back to reality.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never seen one for real. I just wanted to………” she said tentatively but never let go of my cock. As she stroked me I knew it hadn’t been Ash, who had been my mystery girl. I could tell by the feel of her hand. Ash felt good but inexperienced. She was soft with a touch of hesitance in her motions.
I was losing my train of thought as Ash worked me over. It was Katie all over again. I should have told her to stop but at that moment I couldn’t get anymore words out. Her hand felt so good and it had been months since the mystery girl. I tilted my head back again getting into the feeling. Ash took this as a hint to continue and she started stroking harder. I moaned and she leaned in and kissed me again.
“ I’m so……….. so close……….”I managed. Ash pulled away from our kiss and I felt her mouth on my cock. I really needed to tell her to stop but I couldn’t stop. I needed her to finish then I would tell her how wrong this was. I came in her mouth the moment her tongue touched the tip of my dick. She took it all in until I was done. She pulled off me and spit down the stairs.
“Thank you,” I said panting. I kissed her again showing her as much love as I could ever put into a kiss. I opened my eyes and pulled back leaning my forehead against hers like I had with Abby months ago. I looked into her eyes and I could see the deep blue sparkle shining brighter then I had ever seen it before. I wasn’t just lost in her eyes, I swam in a sea of blue. There was no past only future with her and it started in her eyes.
“That was amazing,” I said to her.
“I did good?” she asked shyly.
“You did very good.” I kissed her lightly.
“I can’t believe I made you that excited.” I could see the need for reinforcement in her expression.
“In that dress with your hair up like that, you were truly the prettiest girl here.” She smiled so bright she was glowing in the dark.
“I love you, Joe.” My heart sank. I loved her very much but I knew my love for her wasn’t like her love for me. I knew she meant she loved me like I love Katie. I didn’t say anything for a long time.
“Ash……. I love you……….very much…….” I stuttered slowly.
“But your in love with some one else.” She finished for me looking down.
“I’m sorry baby girl.” I put my arm around her.
“It’s ok, I already knew that. I know you still love Abby.” Well that was partly true. I did have feelings for Abby too.
“Don’t be sad.” I kissed her again.
“I’m not sad,” she smiled at me and the glow was back in her again, “This has been the most amazing night of my life. Thank you for being honest with me. Some boys wouldn’t have been, right?”
“No they wouldn’t. They would lie and say they were in love with you, to get what they wanted.”
“Thank you,” she smiled bigger.
“I do love you Ash. Your so very special. I can’t imagine living ever again without you.” The words came out with out me thinking. I didn’t know were that statement had come from but I knew I meant every word.
“Thank you,” she said quietly tears in her eyes, smile never leaving her lips.
We drove home that night without another word. She held my free hand to her chest with both of hers, the whole ride home. I walked her up to the door and stopped her before we went inside. I leaned in and gave her one deep kiss. She looked up at me, blue eyes shining. She was glowing so strong in my eyes she lit up the whole street.
The next day started Christmas vacation. Lilly asked all kinds of questions about our night and Ash couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Lilly pulled me aside and thanked me for giving her the biggest smile she had seen on Ash in months. I just shrugged. I knew Lilly would adamantly disapprove of how I had given her that smile.
Monday afternoon I drove the parents to the airport. At the air port dad made sure to double check with me that I had all the phone numbers and info in case of an emergency. He told me he was putting a lot of trust in me and I better not let him down. I told him things would be fine and wished them fun on their trip.
Ash held my hand the whole ride home, we never spoke of what had happened the other night. It seemed like a far off dream. It had happened and brought us closer but we didn’t need to discuss it.
I made a light dinner for us that night. Ash was unusually quiet that night and I didn’t pry as to what was wrong. Instead I tried to make it a fun evening. We played card games and watched a movie. I let her stay up late and eat junk food like any good big brother would.
I went to bed that night thinking about the end of the formal. Remembering the end of the night had me stroking myself hard. The thought of Ash’s lips on my dick made me cum so with a vengeance. I cleaned myself up with an old shirt I kept next to the bed for such times. I was exhausted this orgasm had taken most of my energy out of me. It was after midnight when I heard a soft knock on the door. Only wearing my boxers I pulled the blanked up to my waist.
“What’s up baby girl?” I called to her.
Ashley came into my room. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties. She looked so good and I instantly got hard looking at those young legs. I was happy I had pulled the blanket up.
“I’m scared being alone in my room.” She said more timidly then I had ever heard her talk before.
“Why are you scared tonight? You sleep alone every night.”
“Yeah, but my sister and your dad are always home,” she said quietly. I understood what was in her tone, the last time she was in a situation where the parents left for a few days they never came back.
“Come here sweetheart,” I said to her and lifted up the covers. She looked at me and her eyes went big.
“Sorry,” I told her.
“No it’s ok,” she giggled as she climbed in bed with me. She laid down with her back to me and pushed herself up as tight as she could. I put my arm around her, wishing dick would go soft.
“That’s poking me in the back,” she said and began giggling hard.
“I can’t help it. Unless I roll over.”
“NO! Please keep your arm around me.”
“Ok then you’ll just have to live with me poking you.” She reached behind her grabbed me and shifted me into another position.
“There, that’s better,” she giggled uncontrollably now.
“For you maybe but now it will never go down.” I said it without thinking, I really didn’t mean it. She reached back and slipped her hand inside my boxers and began to stroke me.
“Does this help?” she asked still giggling. I moaned in response. I should have told her to stop again, but her little hand felt so good. It wasn’t like we hadn’t done this before so what was the big deal? I was justifying it to myself but I really wanted this. What we were doing seemed so naughty that I didn’t last long.
“I’m gonna……………… cum…………” I called out after a couple minutes. She spun around and pulled the waistband to my boxers down and took me into her mouth just as I started cuming. She took it all and sat straight up. She spun her head around looking almost panicky.
“Trash can…………” I managed and pointed by the bed. She moved in a flash and spit two or three times into the trash.
“I didn’t want a mess.”
“It’s fine. I love it when you do that.”
“Really?” she smiled.
“Yes now come here.” I kissed her deeply and laid her down next to me again. She rolled over with her back to me again. I put my arm around her holding her tight.
“Now that’s better, I can sleep now.” she giggled hysterically at this.
“You think your cute?” I asked.
“I know you think I’m cute.”
“I think your, a brat,” I said with a smile. She rolled over and started kissing me again. It started getting heavy and I could feel her heart beating against mine. I loved the feel of her chest on mine. She hadn’t developed a whole lot yet but it felt nice.
She pulled away from me and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it off only wearing a sport bra and panties. I wanted so badly to see her naked but I stopped her as she pulled on her bra.
“Why…..”she asked timidly thinking I was rejecting her. It took all of my will power to put things to a stop. I wanted so badly to take her virginity in that moment. I would give her mine and take hers. Two things stopped me. First I still held on to the hope that I would make love the first time to Katie. I loved Ash very much but I knew I wasn’t in love with her. It was more like a cross between a big brother and a star crossed lover.
The second reason I stopped is the reason I gave her. I told her we had taken things too far already. I said that I should have stopped her the other night when she began stroking me. She was like my little sister and I loved her to much to hurt her.
“How would you hurt me?” she asked softly.
“I truly believe that the first time you make love it should be with some one who is in love with you. Not just someone who loves you like a brother.”
“Playing around wont hurt me.” she said almost like it was a question.
“I’m not rejecting you Ash, I’m telling you, I find you so adorable and so wonderful, if we do more then what we have, I wont be able to control myself.”
“I understand,” she didn’t put her shirt back on but she laid down with her back to me again. This time I somehow managed not to be overly excited as I put my arm around her almost naked body and held her to me. I could feel her skin on my bare chest and feel her breathing. It didn’t take long before I drifted off to sleep.
Tuesday happened without incident. Ash and I got up and took our showers, meeting in the kitchen for breakfast. She wanted to cook something special for me. I told her not to make a big deal but he wouldn’t listen. She cooked eggs, pancakes and sausage. Breakfast was fun as we ate and joked.
We spent the better part of the day sitting on the couch watching movies. I let her pick the movies which made her happy. She put the first one in and snuggled up next to me. After the first movie we went to the kitchen and made sandwiches. Ash put in a second movie and we ate our sandwiches in the livingroom. After she ate she leaned against me and snuggled some more.
I woke up sometime later having fallen asleep during the chick flick Ash was watching. She lay with my head on my shoulder, she had slipped her hand up my shirt and was rubbing my chest in her sleep.
I let her sleep and turned off the VCR. I flipped channels for a while but couldn’t find something to watch. Ash finally woke from her nap around dinner time. We ate light, just having salads. After dinner she put in another movie and curled up with me.
After two movies we decided it was time for bed. We went to our separate rooms, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I was thinking about Ash again. She was such a little angel and I felt really bad that I had screwed around with her. As guilty as I felt the thought of it still made me horny. I reached down and started stroking myself thinking of her. When I was close to cuming I grabbed the old shirt off the floor and shot a major blast into it. I was just dropping the shirt back to the floor when Ash knocked on my door.
“Come in, sweety.” Ash walked in only wearing a sport bra and a small pair of panties. My breath caught in my throat. For 13 she was so damn sexy.
“Can I………” she started and I lifted the covers up so she could climb into my bed.
“Thank you!” she squealed and jumped in bed. I managed to maintain myself as she wiggled right up to me as she had the night before. I put my arm around her and we fell to sleep.
Wednesday is when things completely changed between us. I realize that it was only a matter of time before this would’ve happened but, I still didn’t see it coming at the time.
We got up and showered and met for breakfast in the kitchen again. We had cereal and sat down in the livingroom for another day of movies and cuddling. We had just settled into another chick flick when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” Ash said jumping up and running to the phone. I couldn’t hear her conversation but a couple minutes later I could hear her crying. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder.
“Ash?” I questioned. She turned her head and gave me a questionable look, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Ok, I’ll talk to Joey. I’m sure we be there.” She hung up the phone and sat down on the floor.
“Ash, what?” She couldn’t stop crying. It took her ten minutes to finally say a few words.
“It’s Sara………..” She said that it was Abby on the phone. She explained that Sara was in the hospital. That was all she managed to say. It was enough I grabbed my keys and shoes. Ash met me at the door with our jackets and we ran to the car.
We got there and I put my arm around Abby. I was really surprised that she let me do it. I asked her what happened, she took my hand and led me down the hall. The trouble had started the night of the winter formal.
“Sara disappeared for a while and I went to look for her. When I found her she was on the ground near the arts building.” I swallowed hard. If Sara had been out at the arts building, that meant she could’ve seen Ash and I.
“When I found her she was holding her stomach and crying,” Abby continued, “She wouldn’t tell me what had happened to make her start crying. All she would say is that she saw something. She said she had been running away when she had fallen over.” I felt really bad now. She had seen us. I didn’t realize Sara had felt so strongly as to be in tears over me and Ash.
“Sara had landed on her stomach and skinned her knee. When I picked her up she said that she hurt really bad where she had landed on her stomach.” Abby’s tears came heavier.
“I figured it was from the fall and she would be ok tomorrow. I took her home and put her to bed. The next morning I went to check on her but she wouldn’t wake up. I went to get mom and dad they couldn’t get her up either.” Abby was fully sobbing now. I hugged her.
“Don’t!” she said pulling away from me, “We came here Saturday afternoon and we haven’t gone home.”
“How come you didn’t call sooner? You know the girls are best friends.”
“We thought we wouldn’t call until things got better. But this morning they told us that there was nothing left for them to do. She not going to make it.”
“What did they say happened?” I asked tearing up now too. Sara was a cool kid. I didn’t want to lose her.
“I don’t have all the technical details. The doctors talked to mom and dad. All they really told us was it was some kind of complication with the pregnancy. They did some kind of emergency surgery on Saturday. I guess it she didn’t pull through like they hoped. All that matters is that my little sister is going to…… to………”
“You don’t have to say the word,” I grabbed her and held her to me. I wouldn’t let her push me away again. Luckily she didn’t try again. We held each other and she cried into my shoulder. Ash came out of the room and I put my arm around her too. Ash cried on my other shoulder. I found out later as Abby was telling me what had happened Sara’s mom had sat Ash down and explained things to her.
We stayed at the hospital all day Wednesday through early Thursday morning. I tried to get Ash to leave for just a little while to get some air and eat something. She wouldn’t budge, she said that no matter what she was going to be there for her best friend until the end. I admired her loyalty and heart. If I hadn’t already loved her I would have fallen then. It only made me love her more to see her love for her friend.
I left the room after midnight going outside. I needed air myself and I thought I would give the family a little space. There were a number of family members there with Sara. Abby walked outside an hour later and spotted me. It looked like she was trying to decide what to do before she finally walked over to me. She pulled my arm around her and laid her head on my shoulder.
“This doesn’t mean anything’s changed,” She told me, “I just really need to be held.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about us anymore,” I told her honestly, “I just want to be here for you and Sara right now.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly as if it almost bothered her to say those two words to me, “As much as I hate you, Sara really adored you. As much as I don’t want to admit it, you were always good to her.”
“Can we have a truce on the anger?” I asked, “I told you I’m done with the “Us” stuff. Can we try to just be nice to each other?”
“Your right. It’s been long enough,” She started crying, “Sara loved you the least I can do is be nice to you for her.”
We didn’t speak anymore we just sat on the bench holding each other.
Sara never woke up, Ash sat holding her hand until the end. I was completely lost in guilt. I was to young at the time to understand all the medical reasons for what happened, but it was explained that this would have happened whether she fell or not. I remember thinking something was wrong with her at the dance. I had tried to tell Abby about it.
I hated that her last moments had been seeing Ash and me together. I didn’t know Sara liked me or Ash for that matter in a way that would upset her. I still felt like it as all my fault.
Sara passed away Thursday morning. Abby had just returned to the room and I sat on a bench outside the door. The girls held each other and cried. I left them there and walked down stairs to the hospital church. I’m not at all what you would call religious but I walked into the church that morning and had a long talk with god. I asked him how he could do this to such a little angel. I didn’t get an answer.
I took Ash out to breakfast before going home Thursday. We sat quietly eating pancakes. She cried the whole time, tears running down her angelic face. It broke my heart that their was nothing I could do to make the pain stop for her. Ash fell asleep on the ride home. I picked her up like a small child and carried her into the house laying her down on her bed. I kissed her forehead and closed her door. I went and laid down on the couch drifting off to sleep myself.
I awoke in the evening, Ash was lying on top of me. At some point she had joined me on the couch pulling a blanket over us. I was just happy to look at her sweet face with out tears filling her eyes. I gazed at her for a while until her eye opened. She looked at me and gave me a half smile. I leaned over and kissed her gently to show her things were going to be ok.
We got up and I started to make dinner. I warmed a bunch of left overs that needed to be eaten before they went bad. We ate with out saying much. I didn’t know how to feel right now. I felt bad for Ash, losing someone else she really cared about. I felt guilty for what we did to Sara. I never told Ash that Sara had seen us that night. I didn’t want her to have the same guilt over it that I did. I felt bad for everything that had gone on this year for Ash it seemed like one tragedy after another. After dinner we went back to the living room and cuddled on the couch watching tv.
We decided to go to bed early tonight. I stripped down to my boxers as I did every day. I was tired more emotionally then physically. I lay there waiting for the knock on the door that finally came an hour later.
“Come in.” I called to her. I held up the covers before she even entered the room. She slipped in and wiggled up to me. I slipped my arm around her. Tears welled up in her eyes again.
“Please don’t cry,” I whispered to her.
“I can’t stop. She was barley older then me.” I pulled her tighter.
“I keep thinking if it were me, there are so many things I would never have done yet. Things I would be missing out on.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Love, and making love,” She rolled over facing me, “I don’t want to die without ever making love.” She kissed me.
I pulled out of this kiss. I pressed my forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. I knew this moment was really big for her and how I handled it could hurt her. I knew enough about girls to know when they got curious about sex, they could potentially do something that could get them physically hurt as emotionally. Just like Sara had. Here she was in my bed asking me to make love to her. As I said earlier I should have seen this coming long before now. I made the decision right there looking into those eyes. I knew I couldn’t say no to her but I had to.
“Ash I love you. Very, very much,” I kissed her softly, “I’m still technically a virgin too.”
“Really?” she asked genuinely surprised, “You never told me that in all the times we talked about sex stuff. I thought you and Abby…….I thought that’s why she got so mad when she thought you cheated on her.”
“No. That’s not why she was so mad. To prove to her mom that we weren’t having sex, she let the doctor examine her in an extremely personal way. She only did it to because she loved me and didn’t want her mom to stop us from seeing each other. She put a lot of trust in me, to her I betrayed that trust.”
“I get it,” she blushed, “I accidently broke mine already. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
“It’s ok,” I told her. I knew that happened with a lot of girls.
“I was just thinking that if were both virgins…………..we……… could………..help……..each other………. not be………” She said pausing between words.
“Ash, I can’t.” I could see the tears form in her eyes. She rolled around not facing me anymore
“I’m sorry I just thought you………… would for me. Because you love me and ……” Her tears were rolling down her cheeks again, “I know your not in love with me but I don’t think I will ever meet someone who treats me with as much love as you give me………. and I love you so much.” My heart was breaking as she cried. This poor girl had been through so much this year. Her parents, her old life, and her new best friend all gone.
“Ash, I don’t feel right about taking your virginity. I will promise you two things right now.” She turned her head and looked at me.
“I want you to wait until you’re a little older. If you still feel for me like you do right now in 3 years, I’ll show you how much I love you.”
“Three years!” She exclaimed, “That’s so long to wait.”
“Let me finish,” I told her, “On your 16th birthday if you still feel like you do now I will make love to you. I want you to really make sure this is what you want. This has been a hard year for both of us. I’ve gone through a number of things I haven’t told you about as well as everything else.”
“Ok, I guess I can wait for you. You’ll see my love wont change. It’s just that right now I’m so…….. I don’t know. I just need to be loved.”
“That brings me to my second promise, I made a decision tonight,” I paused taking a breath, here it was, “I can’t resist you for 3 years. I love you so deeply like a brother, but I’m also wildly attracted to you.”
“So I’m confused,” she said quietly, “Are we going to………?”
“I’ve decided that I’m willing to let you have me in every other way except intercourse if that’s what you want.”
“I want. If we can be with each other that way I can wait 3 years.” She turned to me again smiling.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I kissed her hard, she through her tongue in my mouth and I returned mine to hers. It was like we were melting into each other. I pulled her so tight to me I thought I would crack her in half. This just fueled her passion. I pulled away from her face bitting her lower lip and pulling it with me, she moaned. I moved to her neck, kissing and licking passionately. She moaned and squealed with pleasure. I gently moved her to a sitting position lowering my hands to the bottom of her shirt.
I moved off her neck only long enough to slide her shirt up her body and off her. I began running my hands over her breasts though her bra. She moaned wrapping her arms around my neck. I leaned back again long enough to remove her bra. I gazed just for a moment at her naked breasts. She had a full b-cup already. I returned my kissing to her chest.
I could feel her heart beating rapidly under my lips as I kissed her chest and shoulders. She needed to feel not just loved, but alive tonight. I had always thought making love on the day a loved one died wasn’t a sign of disrespect. It was a way of two loved ones to celebrate life. I actually pulled that thought out of a book I read once, but I thought it was really true.
As I kissed Ash I was trying to show her that love she so desperately needed today. I took my time kissing her so she could feel every bit of it, her heart beat, breathing, and physical pleasure.
I had never once felt like this with Abby. I loved her in a way but as I’ve said before it wasn’t like I loved Katie. Tonight I realized I never truly loved Abby. I had never before felt the feelings of love I felt for the beautiful goddess under me now. I felt sadden by that realization. It was only at that moment I finally gave her up. Abby was a great and wonderful girl but she wasn’t Katie or Ashley.
I finally gave Ash what she was looking for as I moved lower and kissed her breasts. I was holding the right one gently squeezing her nipple when I brought my lips to her left nipple. Under me her body seized up and she arched her back. She cried out as her body shook.
“Thank you,” She moaned, “I thought I’d had an orgasm before, but that was my first real one.” She took both of her hands and placed them on the sides of my head pulling me up to her face. I kissed her again.
“That was the best moment of my life,” she breathed out the words though kisses.
“Were not done,” I told her and moved back down her body.
“I don’t know if I can take more tonight, that was intense.”
“Sssshhh.” I said returning to kiss her right breast this time. I hadn’t had enough of her yet. I couldn’t get enough tonight. I just prayed that I had the will power to stop myself from taking her virginity when the time came.
I opened my mouth and took her nipple inside, I sucked on it using my teeth very slightly to clamp down on it. She cried out again. While sucking her breasts I slid my hand up her leg and began rubbing her pussy through her panties.
“Oh go, oh, oh, oh god, oh god,” she cried out. I gently ran my hands across the sides of her hips slowly removing her panties. Once pulled down her legs to her knees I slid two fingers inside her. Her body began to buck slightly.
“Jesus fucking god,” she cried out. I paused for a moment, I had never heard her utter a single swear before. I drove my fingers deeper, driving her into a thrusting frenzy.
I started moving down the bed kissing her sexy flat stomach. This was driving her wild with anticipation. She was thrusting so hard against my fingers I didn’t need to move them myself I just let her work her own pleasure. I slowed my kissing of her body just past her belly button. I moved really slow kissing this area for a long time.
I had never gone this slow with any girl before. I had of course done this, but never this gently and passionately. With Katie it was always hurried because we both knew we couldn’t be together. I also didn’t have this level of self control a year and a half ago with her. I would have came at least twice by now back then.
With Abby things had always been more animalistic. I could have slowed down like this and savored every inch of her but she wouldn’t have wanted it that way. She always wanted things raw, fast and hard. Not to mention in public as much as possible.
I finally moved lower removing my fingers and letting my tongue taste the first sweet juices flowing out of her. I once wrote that he mystery girls pussy had been the sweetest pussy ever. It didn’t compare to Ash. Hers was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
The moment I placed my tongue on her clit she tensed up again, arching her back higher this time. Her orgasm was so strong she squirted sightly right on my face. For and instant I thought I finally knew how Katie had felt all the times I had cum on her.
“JESUS GOD FUUUUUUUUUUUKING LORD!” She yelled out. Her juices were running down my face. She tasted so wonderful I thrust my tongue deep inside her, drilling in as far as it would go. She hadn’t come down from her orgasm yet and I was digging inside her seeking more and more of that sweet taste.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH GOD!” She screamed this time as her 3rd orgasm took her over. Her hips were bucking on my face, her hands reached down grabbing the back of my head as she squirted more on my face.
“Ok,” She panted, “Enough. I cant take anymore.” I slid up to her face and kissed her. I thought for a minute she would be grossed out kissing me with her juices on my face, but she kissed me hard digging her tongue into my mouth.
“Did I do good?” I asked with a smile, thinking back the winter formal.
“You did good,” she grinned ear to ear, “I think I’m a puddle of goo now.” I kissed her again melting into her lips.
We kissed for a few minutes when I felt a hand slide into my boxers.
“You don’t have to do that,” I told her, “Tonight was about you.”
“Shhhh,” she grinned, “Were not done yet.” I laid on my back and closed my eyes. She moved down on the bed and removed my boxers. I was expecting a hand job with her sucking out my cum like she had done the past two times, instead as soon as my boxers were off I felt warm and wet across my cock. I looked down to see her sweet angelic face sucking me. It felt awesome.
I closed my eyes again and drifted off in the feeling. This was the first time she had really given me a full blowjob. It was one of the best of my life. As much as I hated to admit it. But when Katie had done it I was younger and less experienced so it had never lasted that long. With Abby she didn’t put in the loving care that Ash was doing. This was amazing.
“Ash, get ready baby,” I told her. She lifted her eye to meet my gaze and sucked harder. That pushed me over. I came so much cum into her mouth. She took all of it looking me in the eyes and swallowed.
I was surprised she hadn’t done that in the past. She had let me finish in her mouth then spit.
“Wow, that was incredible!” I cried out.
“Your still up,” she said holding my cock.
“It’s such a turn on when a beautiful girl swallows,” I told her. To me that was a true statement. For some reason I registered the swallowing as a true act of love and hence was a turn on for me.
“But neither one of us can sleep if your still hard,” she giggle and put her mouth back down on me.
“Oh god,” I moaned out, “You don’t have to”
“You gave me 3,” she said smiling going back to work.
I was done after two that night. After all the effort we had both put into giving each other pleasure we both were completely exhausted. When I was done the second time she scooted herself up the bed into my arms. I held her there as we lay naked. I kissed the back of her neck as we drifted off to sleep.
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He dressed me like a whore
Brother takes advatage of his drunk sister.
Beautiful Sister
By Blueheatt
….I lay in bed, coming out of another dream I had of fucking my sister…again. I was on my back and slowly opened my eyes. I had a huge tent in the sheet my erection was making. I see my sister. I loved her long wavy hair. It was braided back and down to her ass. Such smooth light skin and smiling blue eyes. She was wearing her turquoise see thru long night gown. No bra, no panties, hands on her hips, just standing there smiling at me. She said: “Is that all you men ever think about?” I smiled back and said: “You caused it, Trish.” She came over and laid right on top of me, putting my erection right between her legs. She squeezed her legs together on my hard cock. She said: “You’ve got to get up, I’ve got some chores for you to do.”
“Chores…you got a boyfriend, let him do them.”
“He’s for marring, not chores right now.”
“Do you make him as horny as you do me?’ I said. She blushed a little and smiled…
“I make him so horny he cums in his pants, little brother.” she said with a giggle.
“Don’t you let him have sex with you?”
“He’s in training, but good hot sex is with you.”
I smiled and said: “What if I’m not in the mood to do chores, Trish?”
“Wil, you know I can get you in the mood.” She slid down and pulled the sheet down off my cock. She started licking it and making all her moaning noises. One of her hands started rubbing her sexy bush. She said: “Are you getting in the mood Wil?…after the chores I‘ll continue.”
“Ok ok, I’m getting up.”
….My sister was the sexist girl I knew. She was 2 years older than me, and we started young playing Dr. and fooling around. She delighted in making me horny. She knew just how to do it too. …..She would walk around the house when our parents were gone and flash her little tits and act all sexy just to tease me. I would chase her and hold her down. This made her giggle and play resisting me. She showed me how a girl likes to be kissed and felt up. We didn’t have sex, just feels, some kissing and licking. One day my balls were full and sore from play with her. I talked her into jacking me off. We went in the bathroom and I showed her how. I could only shoot a little cum then. We stood at the sink as she began. She got as excited as I was and watched my little shot of cum shoot out. She ask me to let her do it all the time. I did, every chance we got. Next was to rub her clit in return, so she could orgasm. We did mutual wanking a lot. We never got caught by our parents, but had a few close calls. The closest was in our garage. We were building a little fort with some old boxes. When we got them all piled up we sat inside and felt all private in our fort. I reached over and started feeling my sisters new larger tits. She giggled quietly. Next I slipped my hand in her panties to finger her. Her hand went in my pants to fondle my cock. We were both getting hot and kissing. We didn’t hear my dad come out. He moved the boxes just as we took our hands out of our pants. He looked at us and began to slightly smile. “What are you guys up to now.” he said. We both stammered and I said we were playing Army, as my sister said we were playing detective. He laughed at the two not matching story’s, and said he had to have this area for something else. Down came the boxes and our fort. We wanted a place to play with our ’private parts’ and we found it. There was a old guest house out back, unused. Trish started cleaning it up and made a playhouse out of it. Mom and dad thought it was ’cute’ and let her. I started helping her and soon we had some old blankets to sit on. I wanted to fuck my sister bad. She said no, that was going ’to far’ and so the fingering orgasms and jacking cums was as far as we went.
…..I watched my sisters tits grow and her body get sexier with more shape. I would get her alone and say: “…let me see it, please….” She knew I loved to see her tiny bright red pubic hairs. She would pull down the front of her shorts and flash me her little pubic hair.
….My dad noticed Trish getting sexier too and eyeballed her when he thought no one was looking. As time went by sis told me she was a woman now. Her hyman had broke at school in gym class. She now could make babies. Mom and dad got her on the pill right away, to be safe.
…..One afternoon when mom and dad were gone, we went to the playhouse. The fingering and jacking began. I felt the increased new hairs on my sis’s pussy. I had none yet. I wanted to get a close look at her new bright red hairs and got down for good look. She got a little excited with my head between her legs. She began to finger herself. I watched the show. I had the urge to lick her bright pink pussy. So I did. She jumped a little and moaned a little moan. She whispered for me to keep doing that. I did. She was really enjoying it. I figured that would feel good if she licked my cock. I turned and kept licking her pussy, but now I had my cock right at her face. Next thing I knew I felt her lips sucking on it. I kept licking her clit only faster. She sucked faster on my cock. She moaned and her pussy shook. I shot my first cum in her mouth. We both moaned and kept it up for a long while….
…..That was our first oral sex. We both liked it a lot and time after time did it when we got the chance.
….My sister became more and more sexy as her body grew and became so beautiful. We still had not had sex with each other. She got boyfriends and I got girlfriends, but we agreed that they didn’t compare to the thrills we got from each other. We both ended up have sex with others, but still liked our ’special’ playing with each other.
…..It was bound to happen. Our first sex together.
….When I became of legal age, (she already was), that seemed to excite her to go for it. I had wanted to for a long time. Our parents were gone for the weekend. She began her usual sex teasing around me. Flashing her bigger tits, showing her red pussy hair, feeling my cock and rubbing up against me, she whispered: (“Playhouse”). I of course knew what that meant. I first grabbed her and felt her up good. I chased her around the main house and tickled her and pinched her big nipples. She giggled and squirmed when I rubbed her bright pink clit. I got her so hot she moaned…’playhouse!’….I stalled… and fingered her pussy, kissed her neck, sucked her tits and rubbed her body. “Playhouse Wil!”, she moaned. She was panting and trying to get me out the back door to go to the playhouse. “Come on Will…I need you in the playhouse!” she said, panting for breath. We finally ran to the playhouse. We both had never been this excited before.
I thought…Trish, this is it, were going to have sex, no more waiting, I have to have you!
Trish reflected back to that day…..
…..I finally decided I wanted to have sex with my brother. I knew I could make him so hot he would do it, but….he sure as hell knew how to make me hot too. I felt the female animal in me get aggressive to get him down and have sex with me. He decided to tease me beyond my tolerance. I began to almost beg him to fuck me! “Damn you Wil….we’ve waited so long, let’s do it!” I said. My pussy ached for him to fuck me.
(Wil…)
…… I look at her. Her giggles had turned into pure lust in her eyes. She pulled my arms around her. I held her gently and kissed her like my best girlfriend ever. Her heart was thumping in her soft tits.
…..Our bodies suddenly locked together in bliss. We tugged and tore our clothes off as we sunk to the blankets on the floor. Her body was hot to the touch all over. She moaned so beautiful as she tried to talk. “Wil…..I want you so bad…..I….” Now she felt my cock sliding up and down her wet slit. She gasp big and pushed her pussy up to meet it. We felt it sliding in, a little at a time. Ten full strokes and my cock started cuming. I came in a steady stream at first….we yelled with ecstasy…she squirted her juices for the first time…her pussy and my cock were like a blur of moving passion. Pumping, squirming, twitching in pleasure. We had little giggles of joy in-between our moans, it felt so damn good. We made new noises of pure ecstasy. Her legs pulled hard against my body. I held onto her so tight I was afraid I would hurt her. Our moans of joy were loud as our bodies slapped together continuously. My cock had become a cuming machine as her pussy squeezed it and stroked it all in one motion. Cum and pussy juice was flowing everywhere. We could both hear it sloshing together as we just kept fucking.
….We were having a ’golden moment’ in life, and we knew it. We just kept fucking and fucking never wanting it to stop.
…It started to get quiet except for our quiet moans. “…oh my god, (gasp) oh my god..” she moaned out of breath. “Oh god Wil….what happened….(gasp)…I….oh god”
…I was sure we shook the playhouse off it’s foundation. The house seemed to be spinning around and around. “Trish…I think…. I just lost my mind….we just never knew ….it would be like this…(swallow)…your pure heaven Trish….pure heaven..” I managed to say.
….The feels and kisses continued for a long time as we were lost in euphoria….sleep overtook us …I think…I wasn’t sure of anything….except that my sisters hot pussy was the ultimate….
———-
….That event was burned in our memories forever.
…..We both wondered, how could we be with someone else now, after that.
…. A week went by and we kind of got back to our lives. We wanted to fuck again, but were afraid nothing could top our first sex.
…. It got better even though we thought it couldn’t possibly get better…..
———–
…..Sis changed in a exciting way. She became a cheerleader, prom queen contestant, and a sexy, happy popular girl. Boyfriends all over the place, but…..for sex, she comes home to me.
….I had girlfriends that I would fuck…but none like sis, not even close.
….Sis managed to marry the guy she wanted, he had money, and she tried to train him how to fuck her. Fair, but lackluster she told me.
…..We sneak and fuck as often as we can. A phone call and the words: “playhouse”, gets our hearts to pumping fast.
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…You’ll have to excuse me now, I can’t write anymore of our story.
….I just got a phone call…. My sisters voice said: “My house, he’s left to go out of town.“…“click“. ….that call has gotten my attention.
Goodbye for now…..
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(Trish…)
….I hung up the phone from calling my brother. My girlfriend Brandi and I giggled loud…
“That’s all it takes, and he’ll come over?” Brandi said.
“Yep, his birthday is this week and this will my little present for him. He’ll get to fuck both of us!… Now you go and get undressed and get into bed and wait. Your going to get the best fuck of your life, girl!”
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In our last chapter we have come to the rescue of a small child by the name of Samantha Sheridan. Samantha insists on us calling her Sam. Sam was the only child of a military couple who died in action. She was living with her grandmother up until her death recently. Sam’s Aunt Nicole became her Guardian. Sam called Nicole her old mommy. Lester her boyfriend had punished Sam so severely to leave welts on the poor child. Nicole just died of a massive drug overdose, under suspicious circumstances.
Adding Sam to the family: Chapter 9
Armed with this information, Judge Thurgood looks at me and says, “Marshall says you’re ready to be a father, now you don’t have to wait nine months. Will you be willing to take care of Samantha?”
With a large smile I say, “Yes, I think Sam has a new family.”
Michelle laughs, “No wonder all your stories sound like fairytales. The good and wise Prince with his beautiful Princess comes to the rescue of the poor mistreated orphan whose parents died in defense of his country. Fairytales, my readers are going to love it.”
Thinking back to my own childhood I almost wish Michelle wouldn’t print anything concerning Samantha. I think it’s like she can read it on my face because Michelle says, “My boss probably wouldn’t believe it anyway he’s a bit of a skeptic. I have had enough of the news game anyway. JJ, I was talking to Marshall he said you believed he could actually make enough to retire by the end of summer.”
I say, “If yesterday is any indication of what we can do. He should be able to retire quite comfortably by this fall.” Judge Thurgood’s eyes go wide, is mouth drops open. This is a bit of a shock to him.
The Judge stammers a question to me, “JJ just how much you helped Marshall make so far?”
Marshall coming in with Michael senior and my brother-in-laws says, “Dad, before taxes it’s a little over 2.1 million.”
Judge Thurgood begins to laugh he says, “Forget college son, and learn everything you can from JJ.”
As Judge Thurgood and his son talk, I speak with my father-in-law, “Dad, we found out Sam is an orphan now. Her aunt just died and grandmother who was her guardian is deceased. We need to get some clothing for her, probably something loose and lite for the next few days. If no other relative steps forward, we don’t believe there’s any at this moment it looks like Sam’s going to be a permanent part of our family. How does it feel to be a grandpa?”
The Coach has the same ecstatically joyful expression from this morning. He says, “I thought I was going to have to wait nine months to hear that. Now I get to hear it a lot sooner, and still look forward to Kathryn giving me a grandchild.”
The Coach and I talk for another few minutes. He tells me many stories about what it’s like to be a father. He warns me about being a father of a four-year-old, you may think they are a baby but they’re their own person in a lot of ways at that age. Their personality is usually set by then. You’ll have to learn what Sam likes and dislikes. Instead of making her do things, ask her to help you. That work better with my kids until they got older.
I smile sadly and tell him the full story as I know it, “What I understand Sam’s mother and father were both military and died in action. I believe Sam’s grandmother was her Guardian. Nicole took Sam when Sam’s grandmother died. Nicole with her criminal record, I doubt would’ve been granted guardianship. Poor Sam lost everyone in her life so far, the only one left who had any contact with her is the bastard that left those welts on her. As far as I’m concerned he’s a bear that’s threatening my family.”
The coach says, “I hope he doesn’t show up on your doorstep, it wouldn’t be good for him or you.”
The Judge overhears my last statement as he and Marshall comes to join our conversation. Judge Thurgood says, “I’ll have a restraining order against him, not to come within a half mile of your home and 200 feet of you ever. That’s to protect you if he ever does show up on your doorstep. I know you’re fully capable of handling the threat at the appropriate level JJ. But I highly doubt he’s going to be leaving jail in the near future if ever.”
Marshall says, “I’m glad of that.”
The Coach looks at me and says, “Me too, if he ever showed up there I’ll bring my shotgun. I may not be able to handle it on the appropriate level.”
Judge Thurgood laughs, “Michael, why would you want to shoot a dead man.”
The Coach expression now shows he understands what the appropriate level is. The Coach says, “George you and I go back to when we were kids playing baseball together, I should have known that.”
The Judge says, “Don’t worry about it Michael, if he is released for any reason you and I can teach JJ how to shoot. It’s been a while since I’m instructed anyone on shooting, so I probably can use the help. JJ has that nice big side yard over the river there, that’s perfect place for skeet shooting.”
I say, “Well now that I’m 18, maybe it’s about time I learned to do that.”
Marshall asks, “Dad, can I come by and pick up my shotgun and a couple boxes of shells, tonight after the fireworks.”
Judge Thurgood smiles, “Only if you bring Misty by, we can talk while you get your firearms.”
Misty intertwines her arm into Marshall’s and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Misty says, “I’ll be happy to come by and visit. I know Marshall wishes to talk with you more often. Maybe you could come by and have dinner with us this Saturday.”
The Judge smiles and says, “It actually sounds good, I’m sick of my own cooking and I don’t have anything to do Saturday.”
Misty’s expression gives away the fact she wasn’t really expecting him to say yes. But she says, “That’s great, we’re looking forward to it.”
Misty had been in last with Kathryn and Sam. I asked, “Misty what’s going on with Sam now?”
Misty says, “The doctor should be finishing up shortly. He was telling Kathryn how to apply the medicine when I left.”
I looked at Judge Thurgood and ask him, “Do we need to talk to Ms. Clark, inform her of the information we know?”
The Judge says, “What we found out didn’t come through official channels. We could tell her, but she can’t make a decision unless the information can be verified.”
Misty asked, “What did I miss?”
I quietly tell her, “Samantha’s parents are deceased, apparently she lived with her grandmother who recently passed then the young lady that was arrested earlier today has died this afternoon. Samantha is an orphan with no legal guardian at this time. We don’t believe she has any other living relative. I want to speak with Kathryn as far as I’m concerned Sam can stay with us.”
Misty says, “I’m sorry for her passing, but any woman who stands by, and let’s a child be hit like that…” She stopped herself from saying anything else about the woman but continues. “Kathryn and Sam are going to be so happy that she is staying with you, I know the three of you are going to make a perfect little family, but a growing one.”
Smiling at Misty and Marshall as they stand side-by-side I say, “As far as I’m concerned, that little girl went from having no one, to seven Aunts,” Michelle still standing there clears her throat, “excuse me eight Aunts and five Uncles, one grandfather and three grandmothers and don’t forget one great uncle.”
Judge Thurgood showing he has a sense of humor says, “I don’t know if you can call me great but I am pretty damn good.”
Michelle says, “I see why JJ likes this area, the people here are something else. I understand you are the person to talk to if I wanted to know anything else he has been up too.”
Judge Thurgood now addressing Michelle says, “I found a few things out, if you still need anything I’ll be happy to pass on a few more stories, and a few he probably would never admit to doing, he’s honest but he’s pretty modest about all the good things he does.”
I say, “Oh no, now I’m not running for public office, or sainthood. So keep the fairytales to a minimum please. It’s not like I am the only person doing any good around here.”
Judge Thurgood chuckles before he says to me, “You may not be the only person doing good for the community, but a lot of the ones that are, do more because of you. Your example has a lot larger effect than you realize. Even what you said in Michelle’s first article has affected people more than you probably realize. I’m a workaholic, after reading that article I realized I was missing out on my son growing up, so I started spending more time with him.”
Marshall smiles and says, “JJ a lot of us here in town always knew you had a lot of money. I also know Kathryn isn’t the only one you would pickpocket, and leave a twenty or fifty in their pocket. A couple of kids would never have a decent meal if it wasn’t for you doing that. A few of us saw how you’d always pick up some extra groceries and leave them at people’s houses, a few extra stops on your way home almost every time you would come to pick up groceries. I’ve never seen you talk down to anyone. I’ve never seen you insult a single person. I’ve even seen you stop a few; you would not use your fist, but a smile work for you. I’ve even seen you work with some of the clumsiest people after a while they found their balance and you actually give them some grace to their movements. You never make fun of people shortcomings but you’ve always help them rise above them. Even the way you treat Kathryn has changed how a lot of boys treat their girlfriend.”
Misty giggles, “I know you got us together, thank you for that too. Half the girls in school would throw themselves at you, you were always nice to them and let them down easy, but they always knew that you were Kathryn’s boyfriend. A lot of guys would give into the temptation that all those girls were waving in your face. You always acted like everyone was important to you. Even the girls you turned down still felt good about themselves the way you treated them, never made them feel less because they always felt if Kathryn ever messed up they would always have a chance with you.”
I know I’m blushing because of all the complements. Kathryn’s voice sounds like an angel’s to me as she says, “He never gave me a reason to be jealous even though I am. I know he’s capable of so much, but never seen JJ use it to bring harm to anyone. I’ve never seen him not try to help anyone who was in need, because it would be too hard or costly. He seems to figure out a way to help someone in just the right manner, whether it is a kind word or gentle ass kicking, he seems to change everyone around him for the better.”
Kathryn stands there holding Samantha who’s fallen back asleep in her arms. Kathryn holding the little girl as naturally as she would have her own daughter brings a smile to my face. I notice Kathryn’s eyes are not the vivid green I’ve come to expect, but bluish Hazel. Michelle with her eye for detail notices as well. The coach, Michael her father, gives a sad sigh as he to notices. Michael asked, “What’s wrong Kathryn?”
Kathryn says, “The doctor had to give her a sedative so he could finish the exam. She will sleep for another few hours if not the rest of the night. Sam’s going to be fine in a few days’ time. I’m just worried about her. Sam talked a lot about how bad her old mommy and her boyfriend were to her. What were you talking about Sam I didn’t catch all of it?”
I whispered to Michelle, “Watch Kathryn’s eyes.” A puzzled look is across Kathryn’s face. Now Michelle and I looking Kathryn straight in the face, I begin explaining about Samantha the whole story that we found out how the poor girl lost her parents, then her grandmother and ended up in the care of those two who abused her. Samantha’s Aunt just died of a drug overdose, leaving her without a legal guardian. By this time Kathryn’s eyes are deep blue revealing her sadness. Then I inform her, “Because of the situation I volunteered us to be Samantha’s new parents. If she has no other living relative to step forward, and I seriously doubt she does. Sam will be a part of our lives until she’s grown.”
The change is striking in a blink Kathryn’s eyes are the brilliant green from this morning. Michelle notices the change with a gasp. Kathryn leans to me to kiss me which I proudly do, still mindful of the sleeping child in my Love’s arms. Michelle waits until we break our kiss before she asks, “Kathryn, how can you do that, your eye color actually changed?”
Kathryn giggles, “My eyes are hazel, and they don’t change color.”
The coach clears his throat before he says, “Sweetheart they do. For the last four years they have been more or less continuously green letting me know you been happy. Every time you are with JJ they have been green as any eyes I’ve ever seen. Only when the two of you are away from each other or something else upset you they look blue, but when you are with JJ they always turn green again, like they have just now.”
Misty notices too, she says, “You are right her eyes are green now, they were blue in the exam room. I thought it was just the lighting in there, but I watch them change right now out here.”
I rub Kathryn shoulder and tell her, “I love your eyes. They tell me when you’re happy or sad. I know when I have to work at making you happy again.”
Samantha shuffles in her sleep, moving her head from one of Kathryn shoulders to the other in the process she says, “Love you mommy.” Kathryn’s eyes are again brightly green, her eyes turned to a little Hazel during our conversation.
I smile and ask, “I don’t really need to ask, but are you happy now?”
Looking into my eyes Kathryn says, “Yes, I’m a little sad for Sam, but I know our family will be good for her.”
With a chuckle I say, “You’re a great mother already. Our daughters are going to love being your children.”
With a pretty strong punch to my arm Kathryn laughs and says, “Our children.”
Ms. Clark actually laughs as she walks to us, is the first real emotion I’ve seen the woman show. She says, “Watching you together I know Sam is in good hands. Your whole family came here; when there was so much else they could be doing especially on the Fourth of July.”
Ms. Clark does ask where Sam will sleep tonight and I tell her probably with us. I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up and Kathryn is not there.
Ms. Clark agrees with that, although she says, “It will be all right for a few days for Sam to sleep with you. Soon you need to move Sam to her own bedroom. Once she’s assured her home life will be stable she should make the change fairly easily. I will check on you guys in about a week that should give enough time to get the official story on Sam.”
The Judge remarks, “I do believe we have just enough time to catch the fireworks.”
Kathryn says, “Why don’t you guys do that. I want to put Sam down so she can sleep more comfortably so JJ and I need to go home.” Mom, Grandma, Helen and Alyssa come back home with us, the Coach and the rest of them go watch the fireworks.
We get home and are there for a while Helen comes over with some of Kathryn’s old clothing that should fit Sam. She also brings over a few T-shirts that should be small enough for Sam to sleep in. Kathryn gently washes Sam with a damp washcloth before dressing her in the T-shirt to sleep in.
Our mothers and Alyssa watch with smiles on their faces as Kathryn gently lay Sam down in the center of our bed. Samantha shifts a little to get herself comfortable, smiles a little then relaxes back into her sleep.
Mom whispers, “Come down to the kitchen so we can talk.”
Leaving the bathroom hall light on but turning the overhead lights out so Sam can sleep easily. Kathryn and I nod and following the three women down stairs leaving the door open so we can hear Sam if she stirs in her sleep. We enter the kitchen the three women pull Kathryn into a hug and tell her how proud they are. Blushing slightly Kathryn nods and says, “I was just trying to live up to the examples I have.”
Helen kisses her daughter on the forehead and says, “You’re doing better than trying baby.”
Mom giggles saying, “You’re a natural when it comes to being a mother.”
Alyssa ask, “You two hungry?” My growling stomach answers for me. Now giggling Alyssa says, “I’ll take that as a yes. Let me make something for us.” Alyssa begins checking the refrigerator and pulling out items, when I start to get up Mom’s hand goes to my shoulder.
Mom in a whisper says, “Alyssa is staying to help me JJ. Let her do her job she needs that right now.” I know what Mom means, sometimes feeling useful is important, just like having enough money to live on or even a place to live.
Grandma comes in; she had been cleaning her room. She asked Alyssa, “You cooking this late?”
Alyssa looks over her shoulder and says, “With all this excitement today, JJ only had breakfast and then a portion of wedding cake. Kathryn had a plate of chicken with Samantha but neither got a good dinner. Most of us did neither so I’m going to make up a quick dinner that should be ready when everyone returns from the fireworks, something lite because it’s late.”
She hands me container of potatoes. She asked, “Could you and Kathryn pill these?”
Kathryn I take the two paring knives that she offers and start to work on the potatoes. Alyssa says, “Thank you.” And goes back to what she was doing. She has ground beef she’s mixing eggs breadcrumbs and spices into. When she finishes she places them into a pan and then into the oven. Although it looks like she’s making a meat loaf she is using a nine my twelve inch pan instead of a loaf pan. The way she place to meat it was thin not like normal meat loaf. She goes to the pantry and pulls out a couple cans of carrots, which she drains and places into a pot to heat adding water. Kathryn I finished peeling the potatoes, and I take them over to the sink as Kathryn deposits the potato peels in the trash. I rinse the potatoes removing any dirt smeared across them.
Alyssa asks, “Could you cut those up fairly small less than a half inch chunks.”
Kathryn and I begin doing just that. As Alyssa continues busily preparing the rest of dinner, as soon as we have finished cutting the potatoes Alyssa takes them and puts them into a pot of boiling water. Alyssa turns the carrots completely off drains them, adds butter and brown sugar and places it back onto the warm stove top to rest. Now satisfied with her preparations Alyssa comes back to the table and joins in the conversation.
Of course the conversation quickly turns to babies and children, Kathryn and I listen intently. Of course Mom mentioned that her and my Dad used an early version of your baby can read. Mom brags about how I can read when I was thirty months old. Helen mentions that Kathryn was reading back her books to her when she was about the same age. It does make me wonder if Samantha can read yet. That will give us something to do together Kathryn and I can teach Samantha how to read. I’m bending in and give Kathryn a kiss on her cheek. I whisper, “Yes will do that. We’ll find out if Samantha can read and make sure she can.”
Kathryn just grins at me before she whispered back, “You’re good Dad.”
We notice the room is gone quiet. Mom clears her throat and says. “What are you two whispering about?”
For the first time in my life I can actually say this, “Just parent things.” Mom raises an eyebrow and I chuckle then continue, “I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, but I told Kathryn we need to find out if Sam can read if not we need to teacher.”
Our mothers start giggling then Helen says, “You be patient doing that you two are very intelligent. It may be harder for Sam she’s a little older and she may not have your IQ.”
One thing teaching other people does for you, is teach you to have patience, not everyone will pick things up as quickly. Others pick things up so quickly that they become impatient to learn more. I always had those individuals that picked it up quickly to help me teach the ones having problems. This did two things, helped the ones who needed help, taught the advanced students to have patients or gave them some practice. More often than not it taught the impatient to have patients. Kathryn giggles and says, “Mom JJ is one of the most patient teachers I’ve ever had.”
Alyssa gets up and stirs pots checks ensure everything is going well, and then returns to the table. Helen seems to have the most stories, which is understandable after all she had eight children. There is a few that I didn’t know about Kathryn that really make me laugh until Kathryn punches me in the arm. I hug her and say, “Just think about all the stories we’ll have to share about our kids growing up, including the one where we found our Princess Sam underneath an Oak tree.”
I’m not sure why but I get up and pull Kathryn along with me something tells me Samantha is about to wake up. I excuse us on our way up the stairs. We just reached the bed as Sam comes awake. She comes off the pillow straight into Kathryn’s arms. Then her eyes fly open and she says, “Mommy, I had the best dream. My real Mommy and Daddy told me about you. That you’re going to be my Mommy from now on, and you’re going to be my Daddy too. They are Angels now watching over me. Even my old Mommy she says she was so sorry for letting him hurt me, she said she was going to make him stop that he killed her. Is that true?”
With a sad expression I say, “Yes, Sam it’s true it looks like he did kill her.” Then I brighten and say, “It’s also true Sam that we’re going to be your Mommy and Daddy from now on.”
Kathryn smiled brightly and says, “Thank you Angel Mommy and Daddy for helping us watch over Sam.”
Sam whispers something to Kathryn. Then as Kathryn walks towards the bathroom with Sam in her arms, Sam waves over Kathryn’s shoulder at me and says, “Back in a second Daddy.”
I wait patiently for my Love and my new daughter I hear water running, the toilet flush, and lots of giggles from both Sam and Kathryn. Now walking beside Kathryn, Sam has a hold of Kathryn’s hand. When they reach me Sam holds her arms up for me as she comes into my arms very naturally. When she’s at my shoulder she takes a deep breath and says, “I smell food.”
With a chuckle I ask, “Are you hungry Sam?” I get an enthusiastic nod yes and a stomach growl in return from Sam. I say, “I guess it will be all right to feed you a little bit. I don’t want you growing up too fast on me Sam. Can I keep you a little girl for a year or two?”
Then Sam giggles brightly and says, “I will be four soon, July eleventh. That will make me a big girl Daddy.”
With a chuckle I say, “Well I can’t keep you from getting older, that’s not something I want to stop ever. So you’re going to be a big girl, what does Princess Sam want on her birthday?”
Giggling merrily Sam says, “I got it already. I wanted a new Mommy and Daddy.”
I smiled brightly and say, “Sam you got us, and a whole lot more. Want to meet your new great grandma, and grandmas?”
Still giggling Sam asks, “I get a family, a really big family?”
Kathryn says, “You sure do Princess Sam. You get eight aunts, and five uncles, a grandpa, three grandmas, a great grandma, and a great uncle too.”
Sam’s eyes go wide she says, “That’s a lot of people to get to know.”
I chuckle and say, “Let’s start with the grandmothers. They are downstairs in the kitchen making you some dinner.”
Sam giggles again, “It smells good.” Sam’s stomach growls, and mine growls in return causing Kathryn to laugh.
Kathryn says, “It looks like I have a hungry family.”
I shift Sam so I can carry her with one arm and hold Kathryn’s hand she pulls me to the elevator and pushes the button she says, “Sam we have an elevator.”
Sam’s eyes go wide as the doors open and we step in. When the doors open again on the kitchen and we step out Sam says, “I like the elevator, it takes me to the goods smell.”
Three grandmothers and great-grandmother laugh hearing Sam statement, they stand and walk to us. Mom is first to reach us and I introduce Sam to her, “Sam this is your grandma Maggie.” Sam giggles and leans over to Mom and Mom takes her into her arms and Sam gives her a kiss. Mom smiling brightly as the day I asked Kathryn to marry me, She doesn’t smile like that very often, but more recently she really likes the idea of being a grandmother.
Mom then takes her over to Helen and says, “Samantha this is your grandmother Helen.” Sam again goes from Mom to Helen giving her a kiss too.
Helen then turns to grandma before she can even say anything Sam reaches for her and says “Great Grandma” then goes to her giving her a kiss.
In a moment or two grandma with a tear in her eye reluctantly hands Sam back to me, I walk up to Alyssa who has return to cooking not sure of what she should do. I ask Alyssa, “Mom says you’re staying right?”
Alyssa answers without turning, “Yes, I think it’s best if I do.”
I say brightly to her, “Great, now that I know you’re staying I need to tell you something; only family lives here and I’ll not have you live anywhere else. Because your family, now turnaround and meet your granddaughter.” Alyssa turns around quickly with a bright smile she wraps both Sam and me in a tight hug. After kissing her on the cheek I say, “Sam this is your grandmother Alyssa.”
Sam kisses Alyssa and says, “I’m going to love your cooking grandma, it smells good!”
Just as easily as that, Sam has stolen the hearts of her new grandmothers. I know she had Kathryn and mine five seconds after we met her. Kathryn comes over and gives Alyssa a hug too. We all have happy tears running down our cheeks. With a giggle Alyssa says, “I better get back to cooking.” Sam stomach again growls causing Alyssa to giggle. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint my granddaughter on the first meal I fixed her.”
Giggling Sam says as her stomach growls again, “I don’t think that’s going to be happening.”
Alyssa turns with a smile she gives Sam a kiss on her cheek. Then Alyssa turns back to her cooking and wipes tears with a dish towel.
To distract Sam I say, “Sam let me show you the rest of the house.”
“Should we start with downstairs Love?” I ask Kathryn as I lead her to the elevator.
Downstairs the elevator opens onto the family room. One wall of the family room is completely made of glass with a single doorway through to the solarium and our pool. Sam’s face shows her excitement with wide eyes at seeing the pool. She excitedly asks, “Daddy, Mommy can you teach me to swim?”
Looking her straight in the eyes with a serious face I say, “Yes, Princess Sam we’ll teach you how to swim. I need to teach you first what you need to do to be safe around the pool. You never go in by yourself. You understand Sam?” Sam shakes her head yes so I continue, “Mommy, Daddy or one of your Aunts or Grandmas has to be with you or you can’t be in the pool. You understand Sam?” Again more headshaking and I continue, “I really don’t want you to even be in the room by yourself. We’ll make sure you get to spend a little time ever day in the pool. Okay Sam?”
Sam’s reply is a happy, “Okay Daddy.”
Now I let Sam in on something else, “If you go in there by yourself Sam, I won’t let you swim for a whole week. Somebody always has to be with you when you are near the pool.”
Sam asks, “Okay Daddy. You won’t just hit me?”
I set down on the sofa and Sam stretches across both Kathryn’s and my lap and she leans against Kathryn. I gently begin to explain how I will punish Sam if I ever have to. “Sam I never want to hit you, so if we ever have to punish you, you won’t get to do something like go swimming or ride your bike for a day to a whole week.”
Sam looks at me questioning so I continue, “If I spanked you Sam how long will that hurt? If I made you give up something you like for whole week. Would that be better or worse?”
Sam shuffles then says, “I don’t like being spanked, but I think having to give up swimming for a whole week would be worse.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “We’ll make sure you know the rules very well before we punish you ever. But if Daddy has to punish you I will not change it. If I have to punish you Daddy won’t change it either. Okay Sam?”
Sadly Sam says, “Okay.”
Now I tell Sam, “Sam if you remember what we tell you not to do, and don’t do that I’ll never have to punish you. I’ll never punish you for asking questions or something I haven’t told you not to do, or just being Sam.”
Sam giggles brightly now, “If I’m good I get to swim all the time.”
Kathryn I both say, “All the time Sam.”
I say “Now let’s show you the rest of the house.”
Sam hops up and pulls on both our hands, “Daddy, Mommy show me.”
We explain to Sam, she can go anywhere in the house but the pool by herself. I show her the home theater and the big-screen TV, the game room and the TV there. We show the big safe room, we tell her this is where you go if bad things are happening, like a tornado.
We walk back upstairs; the rest of the family has return from the fireworks, even the Judge, Marshall and Misty along with Michelle Collins. Of course all the Edwards are here now too. Sam looks at me and asks, “Are all these people my family?”
With a chuckle I say, “Yes my Princess Sam, they are all our family.”
Story-tellers note:
I realized there’s very little sex, and romance in these chapters, but dealing with the subject matter I thought it best to leave that out for couple chapters. I promise in upcoming chapters there’ll be plenty of hot Romance. JJ and Kathryn can’t live without it, as you’ll see.
The other thing you’ll find is I write these chapters in the present tense for the majority. Some may say that is a grammatical error, but that’s my choice. I do that to make you part of the action. Hopefully give you the sense of actually being there witnessing to the events of the story, which by the way these are all fictional.
I didn’t do that lightly, and if you wondered about the long dry spell was because I was researching the facts on the use of tenses in modern literature. Detective novels are all written in the present tense, to give you a sense of being part of the action, most fictional novels are written in the past tense and publishing houses tend to demand that all submissions be written that way. That makes it easier for the editors, of those novels.
Call me a nonconformance, because I decided that was not my voice. Because I’m not writing for them, I’m writing for your enjoyment. I’ll use tense the same way you would in normal speech. To say something is happening now or in the past to the character. If there are other grammatical errors please PM me so I can learn to correct those in my upcoming chapters, short stories and other works. I Apologize for misuse words, and try to keep those to a minimum correcting them each and every time I do find them, but I am only human. This chapter contains 5848 words I hope I missed less than 1% but still that would be fifty-eight words that were misused, I really hope I did miss that many.
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We move on to the next stage
when sitting at a bar with an old friend he told me the storie of his wife and how he lost everything and was asking for any kind of job to rebuild his life wich nearly came to destruction to satisfy his wife fantasy
Two men waiting at the Pearly Gates strike up a conversation. “How’d you die?” the first man asks the second.
“I froze to death,” says the second.
“That’s awful,” says the first man. “How does it feel to freeze to death?”
“It’s very uncomfortable at first”, says the second man. “You get the shakes, and you get pains in all your fingers and toes. But eventually, it’s a very calm way to go. You get numb and you kind of drift off, as if you’re sleeping. How about you, how did you die?”
“I had a heart attack,” says the first man. “You see, I knew my wife was cheating on me, so one day I showed up at home unexpectedly. I ran up to the bedroom, and found her alone, knitting. I ran down to the basement, but no one was hiding there, either. I ran up to the second floor, but no one was hiding there either. I ran as fast as I could to the attic, and just as I got there, I had a massive heart attack and died.” The second man shakes his head. “That’s so ironic,” he says.
“What do you mean?” asks the first man.
“If you had only stopped to look in the freezer, we’d both still be alive.”
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the wife is torn as to weather confess her cheating or not.
Mom sees what’s going on, and wants some too.
I try out scat and pissing
Just a fun little experience I had one summer:-)
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