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Jennifer's Story by Marci Manseau Gail - Part One My dad died of a heart attack when I was a infant. Unfortunately, I never really got to know him. All I had left was a few pictures of him and my mother's reminiscences. Growing up without a father was difficult, so when my mother remarried, I was as delighted as she was to finally have a man around. Actually, two men. My new father's name was Jack and he had a son named Bernie who moved in with us just after the wedding. Bernie and I hit it off a once. I was twelve, he was thirteen and we both were in the same seventh-grade class. We became close friends almost immediately. Early on I could tell Bernie was very attracted to me and I know it wasn't long before I began flirting with him every time I had the opportunity. It probably would have progressed much further except that he was very shy and I was reluctant to make the first move. Tragedy struck four years later. My mother was killed in a car accident on her way home from work. I'll never forget the date. It was March 10th. I was overcome with grief and felt like an orphan, but Jack, sensing how upset I was, told me he had promised my mother he'd take good care of me if anything ever happened to her. He assured me I would always have a home with him. Knowing that made me feel somewhat better but I still missed my mother so much I cried myself to sleep almost every night. One night my grief was especially bad and I was weeping harder than ever. That day would have been my mother's birthday. All I could do was lie in bed and cry, thinking of her. Hearing a knock at my door, I dried my eyes as best I could and said, "Come in." It was Jack and he must have heard my sobs. As he walked over to my bed, I tried to hide my tear stained face. "Are you all right, Gail? I could hear you crying out in the hall." Tears once again flooded my yes. "I miss my mother so much, Jack. Why did she have to die? It's so awful." Jack lay down on the bed next to me, wiping away my tears then took me in his arms to comfort me. "It is awful. There isn't any explanation I can give you, honey. It just happened. I know how you feel. I miss her very much too. Would you feel better if I stay here a while with you?" "Yes, I'd like that," I said. "I'm so lonely now." I felt so much better nestled beside him that I feel asleep almost immediately. After that, each night he came in my room and lay beside me. I liked the soothing feeling of being in his arms, the smell of his aftershave filling my nostrils. As the weather turned cooler, he would slip under he covers to stay warm. He held me and caressed me until finally I dropped off to sleep. Many mornings I would find him still there beside me. Jack - Part One After Gail's mother died, I tried very hard to make her feel more comfortable with Bernie and me but I could tell she was very lonely. I knew she missed her mother terribly. Besides suffering the loss of her only remaining parent, she was also going through a lot of physical changes that were very hard for me to ignore. She had always been a very pretty child and now she was rapidly becoming a very beautiful young woman. One night as I was on my way to bed, I passed Gail's bedroom door and heard her sobbing. I went in and found her huddled up in her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart went out to her so I took her in my arms and held her, telling her how much I loved her, until at last she fell asleep. We talked about her feelings the next morning. She told me she felt better and thanked me for being there for her. She said it was the first night since her mother died that she been able to sleep well. After that, I continued comforting her every night. I must admit it made me feel good too because I missed my wife almost as much as she missed her mother. I often fell asleep beside her waking up when the sun came flooding into her room. Gail - Part Two Jack had made me feel a lot better by spending a lot of time with me and he also began to spoil me in other ways. He would take me shopping at least once a week and buy me anything I asked for. He advised me on what to buy and encouraged me to start dressing more like an adult. As I was becoming well developed, he picked out beautiful dresses, bras and panties, nightgowns and even garters belt and stockings. I loved all the attention he was paying me and the lovely adult clothes as well. I felt so grown up. After a day of shopping, Jack would always ask me to model everything we'd purchased. At first, I felt uncomfortable being alone with him dressed only a bra and panties, but it wasn't long before I became more accustomed to it. He'd tell me how pretty I looked, then reach out to adjust the bra straps or smooth the panties on my backside. One night, after we'd returned from a day long shopping spree, I was reading in bed. Jack came into my room as he usually did, but this night he was wearing only boxer shorts instead of his robe. He told me to turn out the light and get under the covers as it was time to go to sleep. He complimented me on how nice I looked in my new white nightgown. Thanking him, I turned out the light and covered myself with the blanket and sheet. After he got into bed with me, he removed his underpants. I snuggled up to him as I always did and felt very secure and loved. As he held me in his arms, his hands stroked me through the flimsy material of my nightie. When he reached my bottom and felt my panties, he told me I shouldn't wear them at night because my body needed to breathe. I obediently slipped out of them, throwing them on the floor next to the bed. He continued caressing me until his hand reached my breast. I stiffened at first, not knowing how to react. In a few seconds, he moved his hand away. A while later, he touched me there again and this time I didn't react at all. In fact, it felt so nice that I was pleased to have his hand there. It made me tingle all over. My arms were around him and I began to trace the lines of the muscles on his back. A strange but very pleasant feeling started to spread through my body, centering itself in my pubic area. Jack's hand returned to my now bare bottom and gently pulled me closer to him. As our bodies touched, I felt his hardness press into me. I was old enough to know that he had an erection and just what that meant. I was very nervous but also amazed to think that someone my age could have that affect on a grown man. He began to kiss my neck as his hand reached up under my nightie and stroked my back, pulling my nightgown up around my waist as he reached higher. Now I could feel his erection against my skin. Without understanding why, I pressed my pubic area against him and then felt my juices begin to flow between my legs. His lips found mine and he kissed me on the mouth for the first time. Gently his tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth. His hand moved to my side and he touched the edge of my breast. I moved away from him slightly giving him access to it, and letting him know I wanted him to touch me. His hand cupped me, massaging and kneading my breast. His fingers made my nipple stiff. I was no longer the least bit reluctant. I had become a willing participant, wanting his touch, loving the feel of his naked body against mine. I clung to him, my tongue probing his mouth. Jack reached down and lifted my top leg then put his hardness between my thighs. He released my leg and I could feel him captured there. His hips moved slowly back and forth rubbing me from back to front. It felt wonderful against my clit, that special spot my fingers had come to know so well. I was on fire and Jack was well aware of it. He paused long enough to take off my nightie and then gently rolled me over until I was on my back. He lay beside me, kissing my neck again, then moving down until his lips captured my nipple. As he sucked and nibbled, his hand slid down my body. His fingers lingered momentarily in my pubic hair, then found my moist lips. I parted my legs and was thrilled to feel his finger enter me. It was the most erotic sensation I had ever experienced. He began to kiss his way down my stomach until finally I felt his tongue begin to circle my clit as his finger delved deeper inside me. By then my hips were undulating and he brought me to orgasm in only a few minutes. After that, I was in a frenzy and wanted him in me, but he wasn't ready yet. He spread my legs farther apart then lay between them. His tongue and lips probed me and licked me for what seemed like hours. He brought me to orgasm after orgasm. At last he took pity on me. He raised himself up until our mouths were locked together. I wanted him so badly that I reached down took his erection in my hand. I was astonished to discover that it was so hard and yet so soft. When I tried to put it in me, Jack pulled away. He said he didn't want to risk getting me pregnant, then he explained to me that there are other ways to please a man. He rolled over on his back and took my hand and put it on his penis. He showed me just how he liked to have it stroked and told me he would spurt come if I did it long enough. I was fascinated to think I could cause him to erupt like that, so I eagerly started rubbing him. I rested my head on his chest so I could get a good view and, as I did, I felt his hand slide over my bottom and between my legs. His finger parted my lips and explored my juicy slit. Waves of pleasure swept over me and almost made me forget to keep stroking his cock. I kept up my gentle caressing and a few minutes later he began to moan, then finally I was rewarded to see his come shooting all over my hand and his stomach. He pulled me to him, kissing me and thanking me for being such a wonderful girl. He left my bed after kissing me goodnight. I lay there, still naked, and brought myself to one final orgasm while remembering how good it felt to have Jack's tongue in me. I tossed and turned for a long time after that, finally dropping off to sleep, dreaming about him. Jack - Part Two Gail was, by then, growing out of most of her juvenile clothes, so she and I spent many evenings shopping for a new wardrobe. I knew it cheered her up and it brought us closer together. We had time to talk and get to know one another as adults rather than stepfather and daughter. It seemed to me our relationship was changing as well. I felt more like her friend. Being with her almost made me forget the emptiness her mother's passing away had left me. After an evening of shopping, we were always in a exceptional mood. I'd ask her to try on all the things we had bought that evening and she was more than happy to comply. I especially liked seeing her in the sexy lingerie I'd picked out for her. I knew it wasn't a wise thing to do, but I couldn't help myself. Her newly developed young body looked so perfect in a low cut bra and skimpy panties that I simply couldn't deny myself the pleasure of watching her and, after a while, it seemed she enjoyed it as much as I did. After the fashion show was over and she'd gone up to her room to get ready for bed, I'd rush into the bathroom and masturbate while remembering how absolutely wonderful she had looked only minutes ago. Then I'd change into my robe and get into bed with her and hold her tenderly in my arms until she finally slept. I knew I was in falling in love with her, not as a father should love his daughter, but like a man loves a woman. Many nights after she was asleep, I'd caress her breast through the silky fabric of her nightie. I knew it was wrong but I was beyond being able to curb my passion for her. Maybe I was imagining it, but it seemed that Gail was having some of the same feelings as I was. Once in a while she'd give me a very prolonged goodnight kiss or I'd awaken during the night to find her hand resting on my cock. All I knew is that with every passing day, I wanted her more. Everything seemed to come to a climax one evening in March. We had gone shopping and I'd bought her a particularly sexy pink bra, panties and garter belt set, not, I knew in my heart, because she needed more underwear, but because I wanted to see her in them. As soon as we arrived home, she asked me to come up to her room after giving her a few minutes to change. She complained it was too cold in the living room for her to model tonight. I waited impatiently until she called me. A few minutes after joining her in her room, I knew I hadn't been wrong about her wanting me too. She had on the new lingerie with sheer white stockings and high heels. Instead of demurely showing me how she looked, she did a sexy walk, undulating her hips as she approached me. I thought I detected an unmistakable look in her eye. As I ran my hand over her bottom, she smiled at me. For a few minutes, common sense overtook me and I stepped back. I told her it was time for bed and hurriedly started to leave the room but, when she smiled at me again and said to hurry back, she'd be waiting for me, I lost all restraint. I went into my room and tore off my clothes. Instead of getting into my robe as had been my habit, I left on only my shorts. I hurriedly went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then went to her room. I found her reading in bed. She'd put on a sheer white nightgown, one which she knew was my favorite. She looked absolutely beautiful and I told her so. Smiling coyly, she thanked me. I thought I noticed that certain look in her eyes again. She put out the light and I got into bed, my cock immediately erect as I took off my boxers. My arms went around her and she nestled into me. I ran my hand down her back and when I discovered she was wearing panties, I told her to take them off. Without moving far away from me, she obediently slipped out of them. I knew then was the time to discover if I'd been right. I gently cupped her breast, afraid she might pull away or cry but she didn't. I left my hand there for just a few seconds. Then I did it again, this time not gently. I massaged it, taking her nipple between my fingers and tugging on it. As soon as I was able to tear my hand away, I moved my hand down her back and under her nightgown until the warmth of her naked ass delighted my touch. I pressed against her, my erection hard against her pubic mound. Then I nibbled on her neck for a few minutes, gradually moving along her cheek until our lips met. Gail was anything but hesitant by now. As I kissed her, she opened her mouth for my probing tongue and willingly accepted my hand as it encircled her breast. Her young, soft skin was like silk to my touch. I wanted her very badly but knew it wasn't wise to enter her without any protection so I slipped my cock between her legs but not in her. As I moved back and forth I could feel her juices oozing onto my cock and realized she was as turned on as I was. There was no need for me to hold back any longer. Without saying a word, I sat her up and took of her nightie. I was obsessed with tasting her naked skin. I lowered her on to her back and started kissing first her neck, then gradually moved to her breast taking her nipple between my lips. My hand reached down and parted her pussy lips. She was soaking wet and I easily entered her with two fingers. My tongue soon replaced my fingers and I was overjoyed to have my first taste of her delicious pussy. In no time, she experienced several intense orgasms. Then I felt it was time for me to teach her a few things about pleasing a man. Gail must have felt the same way because she took my cock in her hand and was going to put it in her pussy until I quickly stopped her. Not until we had some protection I explained to her, but she could be sure it would be soon. My cock needed some attention so I took her hand and taught her the motion I used to make myself come. She learned quickly and, in a matter of minutes, I had one of the best orgasms of my life. I left her room soon after with mixed feelings. I had completely enjoyed every second of our lovemaking but I felt guilty that it had been with someone so close to me and so young. I thought about why it had been so easy for a long time and finally realized I'd never let done it if she'd shown the slightest sign of unwillingness. It was apparent that she'd wanted me as much as I'd wanted her. Knowing that eased my mind a great deal. Gail - Part Three I awoke the next morning wondering if it had all been a dream but knew in my heart it hadn't been. I was naked. That was proof enough but when I discovered a small spot of Jack's seed on the sheet I knew it had all been real. I hurriedly got up and put on my panties and my robe. I was incredibly hungry so I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jack was up already and was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. He smiled at me and asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I couldn't speak. All I could think of was what had happened last night. I walked over to him and sat on his lap. He looked surprised when I put my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, but he didn't act surprised for long. His hand slipped inside my robe and cupped my breast. I loved the rough feel of his hand as he manipulated me. I could feel him harden under me. Just then we heard Bernie coming down the stairs, so I jumped up and went to the refrigerator. Bernie came into the kitchen and joined us for breakfast. He looked at me and his eyes immediately were riveted to my chest. I looked down and suddenly knew the reason for his scrutiny. When Jack had put his hand in the front of my robe, it had pulled open and my right breast was plainly visible. I smiled at Bernie then waited a few seconds so he could have a good look before I covered my breast. His face turned red but he made no effort to turn away. I guess I was still horny from the night before because the next thing I did was to bend over at the waist and get some eggs from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. As my robe was short, I knew both Bernie and Jack had a good view of my legs and my backside through my sheer panties. We all ate a quick breakfast then rushed to get ready to leave. Bernie and I caught the school bus and Jack left for work. That night as I was sitting on my bed reading, Jack came into my room wearing only his robe. I quickly put down my book and smiled at him. I had been waiting for him, hoping he wouldn't be reluctant to be with me after our lovemaking of the previous night. I had purposely worn a very short, sexy pink nightgown and no panties. He smiled at me, looking appreciatively at my nightgown, then said, "Would you like some company tonight, Gail? I'll understand if you wouldn't." "I was hoping you'd come back," I admitted. "I can't sleep very well when you're not with me. I guess I'm used to you holding me and comforting me. I had a hard time sleeping last night after you left. Why did you leave?" "I thought you might like to be alone," he answered. "To be honest, I would rather have slept with you. I didn't sleep well alone either. I won't make that mistake again, that much I promise you." As he stood beside my bed, I reached up and untied his robe. He was naked under it and, as it parted, I reached out and tenderly stroked his penis and testicles. He immediately stiffened, his excited member almost doubling in size. I was fascinated to see this marvelous change take place. I moved closer to him and tenderly kissed the head of his penis. After a few minutes, Jack sat next to me and began to kiss me. I couldn't stop caressing him because I loved the way his hard cock felt. He gently parted my legs and softly stroked the insides of my thighs. "Would you take off your nightgown for me?" he asked. "I want to see your beautiful body naked." I would have done anything he asked so I sat up and quickly slipped it off, feeling quite embarrassed as I sat there on my bed, naked in front of a man for the first time. Jack's reaction soon made me relax. "Gail, he said, "you have an absolutely perfect body. You shouldn't ever be allowed to wear clothes again." I blushed but I loved the way he looked at me and the way his hands felt on me. "Thank you," I said. "I like looking at you, too. Men are so different. This is the first time I've seen a man's thing'. I guess I never really knew what one looked like until now." "A thing'?" he laughed. "Is that what you call it? Most people call it a cock or a penis. Don't be afraid to say cock. It's all right with me. It's more than a thing." I blushed again and finally forced myself to answer. "You have a wonderful cock," I said. "It feels so warm and hard. I loved watching it spurt last night. Would you like me to make it spurt again?" "Let's wait a while," he answered. "There's a lot more I want to show you. Do you remember how I used my mouth on your clit to make you come last night?" "Yes," I said, my face reddening. "It was wonderful. Your tongue made me so crazy. I thought about it after you left and got all steamed up again." "Did you masturbate then?" he asked. "Don't be embarrassed to admit it if you did. Everyone does it at one time or another. It's a very natural and healthy thing to do." "I used my finger to make myself come," I blushingly admitted, "but it wasn't nearly as good as when you did it for me." "I'm glad you did, Gail, because you should always feel free enough to give your body whatever it needs," Jack said. "Sometime I'd like to watch you turn yourself on, but for now I'd like to teach you how to please a man with your mouth. Next to intercourse, it's the nicest thing you can do for me. It really turns me on a lot. Would you like to try it?" "If it turns you on so much, then I want to know how to do it," I said. "I want to learn to please you as much as you please me. What should I do?" "Just take my cock in your mouth as far as you comfortably can and then suck on it while you move your head back and forth," he answered. "Make sure to keep your teeth out of the way as the skin there is very tender and sensitive." I moved closer to him and brought my head down, hesitantly at first. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly took his hardness into it as far as possible. I gagged a little but kept sucking away until I got the hang of it. I moved my head up and down as Jack had told me to do. His hands guided my head as I did and when I heard him begin to moan, I sucked harder and faster. "Oh, Gail," he said, "that's perfect. Just keep it up for a few more minutes and I'll come in your mouth. Don't be afraid. Just swallow it when I do." I did as I was told and a few minutes later I felt him tighten up. I sucked as hard as I could as I tasted his come flooding into my mouth. I swallowed all of it, savoring it as I did. Jack raised my head up and kissed me. "Thank you," he said, "that was perfect. If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd been doing that for years." "I liked doing it for you," I said. "You taste so good. I'd like to do it again. Just ask me anytime and I'll do it, alright?" "You can be sure I will, " he said. "Now it's my turn to please you. Lie down next to me." He began by fondling my breasts, covering my very hard nipples with tiny kisses. As I began to moan, he started sucking on them harder and harder. As his kisses moved lower, my juices really began to flow. When his tongue found my clit, I burst into an instant orgasm. After a few minutes rest, I began to massage his cock and brought it back to a full erection. I got on top of Jack and began kissing him passionately as I rubbed my pussy up and down against his penis. Every time the head of his erection touched my clitoris, waves of passion flowed through my body. I knew Jack loved the feeling as well. One of his hands was kneading my breast while the other pushed hard on my ass. I wanted him inside me so badly that I decided to take matters into my own hands. On the next stroke I moved higher and felt his cock spring up between my legs. I raised my hips up a bit and then pushed down quickly. Before he had a chance to protest, he was in me all the way. There was only a moment's pain, then I felt nothing but the wonderful sensation of his erection filling me completely. He tried to pull away but I held on to him as hard as I could. After a few seconds he stopped protesting and started pumping his cock into me, slowly at first and finally as fast as he could. I matched his strokes with my hips taking him into as deeply as possible. We both erupted with intense orgasms then collapsed in a heap, his cock still inside me. "Gail," he said after he'd recovered a bit, "you shouldn't have done that. I don't want to get you pregnant." "I'm sorry," I answered, "but I just couldn't help myself. I had to feel you inside me. It was like I went crazy for a few minutes and had no control over my body. I love the way you feel in me." "I love it, too ," he said, "but it's just too risky without using some kind of birth control. We have to get something soon. I'll call my doctor tomorrow and see if he will prescribe the pill for you." "Okay," I said, "that's what some of my friends use. I want to be able to make love to you every night. Will it be safe then?" "The pill is almost 100% foolproof," Jack said, "so you won't have to worry. Now let's get some sleep." Almost immediately I fell asleep still on top of him with his now soft member still buried in me. Jack and I continued to sleep together every night from then on. I became quite accomplished at pleasing him in bed and he always made sure I had several magnificent orgasms. In a few weeks I felt more like his wife than his stepdaughter. He continued to spoil me, now even more so. We began going out together at night to dinner or to a movie. I worked hard at looking older, hoping people would think of us as a man and a woman in love instead of father and daughter. I loved being spoiled by him. I felt so adult when he opened the car door for me or held my chair in a restaurant. When we walked down the street, we always held hands or had our arms around each other's waist. Jack - Part Three The day after Gail and I had made love for the first time I had serious misgivings about sleeping with her again. Guilt had made me feel like a dirty old man but even that wasn't enough to make me stay away from her completely. I debated about what to do all day, finally deciding I'd let her make that choice. When I went to kiss her goodnight, she looked so good in her nightie that I almost grabbed her and kissed her, but instead I asked her if she wanted me with her tonight. She told me she hadn't slept well without me the night before and was hoping I'd never let her sleep alone again. Feeling very relieved and knowing I had no further need for guilt, I kissed her and assured her I wouldn't. As if to prove to me how much she wanted me there, she opened my robe then fondled and kissed the head of my cock. I was hard in an instant. I asked her to take off her nightgown. Naked, her young body was flawless. Her breasts were small and pointy and her hips, although still narrow, were filling in nicely. Her behind had always been one of her best features but now, seeing it naked for the first time, it was all I could do not to grab it and lick it for hours. She continued fondling my cock and even offered to masturbate me again but I said no, hoping instead to teach her how to suck my cock. She was very willing to learn, especially after I told her how much I enjoyed it. After a few verbal instructions, she proceeded to suck me off and swallow my come as if she'd been doing it all her life. It was fabulous. Then it was my turn to make her come, so I kissed my way down her sweet body and licked her virgin pussy like a man obsessed. Her orgasm was quick in coming and as soon as she was done, I licked off any remaining juices from her labia. It wasn't a matter of being clean. It was just that I couldn't seem to get enough of her. Finally, I lay back on the bed and Gail stroked me long enough to make me hard again. I pulled her on top of me intending to rub my cock between her legs until I came again but she had other ideas. Without my being aware of it, she suddenly shifted her position and plunged her pussy onto my cock. She was so wet that it was all the way in her on the first stroke. Initially, I did try to pull out but she wouldn't let me, so I gave in to what I knew was unstoppable and began thrusting into her as fast and as hard as I could. I had intended to pull out of her before I came, but passion overcame sense and soon we both exploded. As soon as I calmed down a bit, I reprimanded her for being reckless but there was no real sincerity in my voice. At that point I was absolutely sure we'd have to get her on the pill and I told her so. I made the call to the doctor's office to set up an appointment the very next morning. Gail - Part Four Bernie began to act more strangely as Jack and I became closer. I think he felt jealous of our relationship. I felt a growing resentment on his part towards me and it made me very sad. One day during the first week of our summer vacation before starting high school, I had gone off to spend the day with some of my friends shopping at a nearby mall. Bernie usually went with us, but that particular day he had stayed home saying he wasn't feeling very well. I knew something was weighing heavily on his mind him, so around one o'clock I decided to come home earlier than I had expected to and see if we could talk about whatever was bothering him. I walked in the house and, not finding him downstairs, went up to his room. I was surprised not to find him there. As I was about to leave, I heard the radio playing in my room, so I walked across the hall to see if he was there. As I walked into my room, I stopped dead. Bernie was asleep on my bed, dressed from head to toe in my clothes. I stood there for a few minutes just staring at him and wondering why he would want to wear one of my dresses. As I thought about all this, Bernie turned onto his back and I saw he had an erection. There was a big bulge in the front of his skirt which, at first, looked silly but the more I stared at it, the more aroused I became. I slipped my hand inside the waist band of my skirt and panties, then parted my already moist pussy lips with my finger. As I rubbed my clit, I moved closer to the bed. I stood there and watched Bernie for a few more minutes. His face was completely made up and he looked very much like a pretty girl. He was wearing red nail polish and some of my jewelry. The aroma of my new perfume wafted up to my nose and I realized it was coming from him. I became so fascinated by his erection that I eased myself next to him on the bed, then reached down and very slowly raised up his skirt and slip, being very careful not to awaken him. Underneath my dress he was wearing stockings and my sexiest garter belt and panty set, pale pink and trimmed with pretty snow white lace. His hard cock was very visible, straining against the sheer nylon fabric of my panties. Without even being conscious of it, I found my hand had moved to his cock and was gently caressing his hardness through the soft material. He began to stir and, although I knew I was waking him up, I couldn't stop touching him. He opened his eyes and when saw me there, a look of panic crossed his face. I quickly pulled down his skirt. "Don't be alarmed," I said, trying to comfort him. "I think you look very pretty in my clothes, and it turns me. Just relax. I won't say a word about this to anyone. I'll let you wear my things anytime you want, as long as you let me watch you and help. I bet you like being a girl and wearing my things." He was too upset to say anything but finally managed to nod yes. "It's okay, Bernie. If you really like being a girl, I'll try to make you look as good as possible. The only condition is that you'll have to do whatever I tell you. Is that okay with you?" "Yes, I'll do whatever you say, Gail," he answered haltingly, "and please, please don't tell my father about this." He was almost hysterical. His erection had completely disappeared and there were tears in his eyes. For some reason, that excited me even more. Knowing I'd be able to control him from now on very much appealed to me. "I promise I won't tell him about it," I said reassuringly. "Besides, I like the way you look as a girl, so if you'll dress up for me whenever I tell you to, it will stay our secret. But you must do whatever I tell you to do and never let anyone know about it. Will you promise me?" "I promise," he said. "I'll dress up for you whenever you say and I'll do whatever you tell me." He was so petrified of anyone finding out about his secret that I knew he'd more than willingly do anything I asked of him. The look on his face assured me I had the upper hand. "Then I think I'd better have a closer look at you," I said. "Stand up and let me see just how pretty you are." Bernie got off the bed and walked closer to me. I could tell from the way he walked in my heels that he'd spent enough time in them to know how to walk like a lady. "You do look nice," I admitted truthfully. "Just how long have you been trying on my things?" "I guess ever since you've lived here," he said. "I don't know why I like to wear your clothes. I just feel a lot more comfortable in them than I do in my own. I hope you're not angry with me." "No, I'm not angry with you at all," I said. "In fact, I like the way you look in my dress and lingerie. It especially turned me on when I pulled up your skirt and saw that your were wearing my stockings and pink panties. You looked so sexy in them that I couldn't resist touching you. Does it turn you on as well?" "I get hard every time I put on your panties," he blushingly admitted, "and I got excited when you rubbed me. Whenever I wear your panties I think about how sexy you look and then I wish I could look as hot in them as you do. You're so pretty, Gail." I suddenly realized I wasn't aware that Bernie had ever seen me undressed. I'd always tried to be very modest around him because I knew he liked me a lot and was always staring at me. "When did you see me in my panties?" I asked irritably. "Have you been peeking through my keyhole?" "Only once or twice," he stammered. "Please don't be mad. It's only because I think you're so pretty and besides, I wanted to learn how girls do things." "Well, I guess it's all right. And thanks, I think you're pretty, too," I said. "Would you like to see me in my bra and panties right now?" He just nodded, so I stood up and slowly pulled my sweater over my head, then removed my skirt and half-slip. His eyes never left me for a second and when I saw the bulge in his skirt reappear, I knew he liked what he saw. "Bernie, I don't think it's fair for me to be the only one undressed," I said. "Why don't you take off your dress and slip so I can see how nice you look in your bra and panties?" "I'd be too embarrassed," he said and began to back away from me. "Don't you remember that you promised to do whatever I told you?" I said sternly. "Now turn around and let me unzip you." This time he did as he was told. I pulled down his zipper then slipped off his dress, letting it fall to the floor. "Now pick up the dress and turn around," I ordered. "I want to see how pretty you look." He retrieved the dress and, as he turned and faced me, I had to admit he looked very sexy standing there in my pink slip. I moved closer to him and gently slid the straps of the slip off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and then had him step out of it. I was pleased to see he had chosen to wear the bra that matched his garter belt and panties. He had stuffed the bra with socks and his breasts look surprisingly realistic. I had become very hot by that time. My arms went around his neck and I pressed myself against him as our lips met for the first time. His arms were around me now and I could feel his erection hard against my pubic bone. I slid one hand down and caressed his bottom through the silky fabric of his panties. I felt him trying to pull down my panties and quickly stepped back. Things were going too quickly and I wasn't in control. I didn't like that at all. "Slow down," I ordered. "We have all afternoon to play. I want you to lie on the bed. Remember, I'm in charge now and you must do whatever I tell you to do. You promised me you would and I'm not going to let you go back on your word. Otherwise I won't ever let you wear my pretty things again." "I'll do whatever you want," he answered, blushing. "I like it when you're in charge and I'll never argue with you again." He went to my bed and lay down. He looked so cute lying there in his matching bra, garter belt, panties and stockings that my juices began to flow like a river. I joined him on the bed, lying very close to him with my face next to his hips and his next to mine. I traced the outline of his erection through his panties with my fingernail and was fascinated to see it strain up towards me. "Bernie," I said, "you have the cutest cock. I want to see you stroking it. Rub it for a few minutes through your panties then take it out and show me how you masturbate. I want to see you come." I could tell he was reluctant to follow my orders but he knew from the tone of my voice that he had no choice. His hand reached down and he began to caress his penis just as I had told him to do. I loved seeing his red painted fingertips against the pale pink of his underpants. Finally, he eased his cock out of the side of his panties and pumped it for me. I was so excited that I reached inside my panties and gently massaged my clit in time to his strokes. I saw his back begin to arch and knew he would come soon. I moved my finger faster and in seconds we both exploded. As I watched the thick white cream spurt out, I moved closer to him and caught almost all of his milky fluid in my mouth, then tenderly licked the rest off his cock. "That was fun," I said. "Did you like it as much as I did?" "It was great, " he answered, a blush turning his face the color of his lingerie. "I'm still kind of embarrassed to be dressed this way in front of you, though. Do you really like the way I look? Did you really mean you'll let me wear your clothes again?" "You're as beautiful as any girl I know," I truthfully admitted, "and I'm going to have you dress up in my prettiest things as often as possible. I want to teach you how to look as feminine and sexy as you can. From now on, we're going to be like sisters. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes," he gushed. "I think I've always wanted to be a girl. I don't know why I don't like being a boy, but I hate it. I used to wear my mother's clothes even when I was little. She always thought it was cute and said I could be both her son and her daughter that way. She loved to dress me up and we'd have tea parties or play with some of the dolls she had when she was a little girl. I'll always remember how much closer I felt to her at those times, just like I do to you now. I miss her a lot." I felt very close to him then, too. I turned and hugged him, knowing myself about losing a parent. I guess it was then I realized how much I truly cared for him. "I know I'll really like being your sister," he said. "I just hope my dad doesn't find out about it. He'd kill me if he saw me dressed like this. I wish he could accept me the way I am but I don't think he would." Jack was more understanding than Bernie knew. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't explain how I knew, or just how close I was to his father. I decided then and there I'd make sure Jack would come to know and love his son regardless of how he chose to dress. I knew I could do it. Jack cared a lot about me and always tried to please me. "Bernie," I said, "I think I can make your father understand how you feel. I'm going to tell him about you. I love your either as a boy or as a girl and I'm sure I can convince him that he has to accept you as you are." "Oh, please," he pleaded with a look of horror on his face, "don't say anything to him about me. He'd hate me if he knew. I'm sure of it. I couldn't face him if he found out how I feel. Please, please don't tell him." "No," I answered, "I have to tell him. I'm positive he'll understand if I tell him how you feel and if I make him realize how unhappy you are as a boy. You've agreed that I'm in charge here so you're just going to have to trust me. I know your father a lot better than you do. Eventually he'll accept you and love you regardless of how you're dressed, I'm sure of it." I hugged Bernie again, knowing in my heart I was right. Jack loved his son very much, enough that he'd be able to tolerate whatever Bernie felt he had to be. "I think it's time for you to get changed," I said . "Your father will be home soon. Just leave everything to me. I'll break it to him. Bernie - Part One When Gail had come to live with us a few years ago, I was infatuated with her from the first moment I saw her. There was more to it than a simple crush though, I have to admit. I'd always felt like I was a girl trapped in a boy's body and hated the way I looked. Whenever I looked at her, I pictured myself being as pretty and as feminine as she is. I was drawn to her by a curious combination of lust and envy. Whenever I was home alone, I'd always sneak into her room and try on her prettiest clothes. Wearing her lingerie and dresses not only made me feel more like the girl I wanted so desperately to be, but it also made me feel closer to Gail. The first thing I'd do was to go into her hamper and take out a pair of her panties and, after smelling the wonderful aroma of her pussy, I'd put them on to conceal my erection. Then I'd put on a bra and garter belt with stockings. This was just before pantyhose became popular, and to this day, I still prefer to wear stockings whenever I can. After spending a long time admiring myself in her mirror, I'd put one of her pretty slips and dresses. As this was the sixties, I was able to let my hair grow very long without anyone knowing the real reason why, and I loved the way it looked when I wore a dress. Following quite a lot of experimentation with makeup, I got to the point where I looked almost like the girl I knew I was truly meant to be. I'd spend hours walking around the house in high heels fantasizing about making love to Gail or to one of the cute boys I knew. Then I'd get so hot I'd have to masturbate. I loved coming inside her panties, the feel of the delicate nylon against my erection greatly intensifying my orgasm. When I finished, I'd wash out her panties and put them back in her hamper. I was very careful not to leave any traces behind as I was sure no one would understand how I felt. One of my other favorite pastimes was to peek in the keyhole whenever Gail was in the bathroom or her bedroom. I'd watch her dressing or undressing, being both curious about how girls did things and turned on by the sight of her body. I wanted to be her so badly I could hardly stand wearing my own clothes. I also loved to listen in when she and her girlfriends were talking. That was how I learned a lot about the way girls felt about boys and what clothes they liked. Reading "Seventeen" and her other fashion magazines was another educational resource for me. As I paged through the magazines, I pictured myself walking down the street in each new ensemble while hoards of admiring men followed me. Whenever I had the chance, I'd accompany Gail and her friends on shopping trips to the mall. I'd pretend I was just one of the girls. I'd watch as they tried on different outfits and wonder if they'd look as pretty on me as they did on them. Gail's mother and I had gotten along well, too, and I felt awful when she died. The three of us became much closer after her death, drawing together as many families do after a tragedy. When my father finally disposed of her clothes, I managed to spirit away of few of her things to remember her by. I still have a necklace of hers that I often wear and a very sexy black teddy. As I became older, I was allowed to stay home alone on days I didn't feel well. These days became an obsession with me. I'd spend the whole day as a girl, feeling safe from accidental discovery, my worst fear. First I'd bathe and then spray perfume all over my body. Then put on lingerie and makeup, trying on almost all of Gail's clothes until I found an outfit I felt totally gorgeous in. When I'd finally found the proper sexy heels and jewelry to accent my outfit, I'd go down to the living room and turn on the stereo. I'd dance and spin in front of the mirror, loving the way my skirt flared out as I twirled. I'd become more and more excited as I envisioned myself as a real woman. One of my favorite fantasies was to pretend I was out on a date with some hunk who couldn't resist me. I'd sit on the couch and make believe he was kissing me and that it was his hand sliding up my stocking covered leg instead of mine. I'd prudishly make him remove it the first few times then ultimately I'd give in and let him stroke my imaginary pussy through my lacy panties. Then I'd return the favor by sucking on his wonderfully erect penis until he came in my mouth. After a few replays, I'd usually come in my panties sometimes without even touching myself. Then, one afternoon in June, my worst fear was realized. I'd fallen asleep on Gail's bed after a particularly exciting day of wearing her clothes. She come home unexpectedly and found me there asleep on her bed still wearing one of her dresses. I woke up when I felt her hand stroking my cock through my panties. She had pulled up my skirt and slip and was caressing me. I almost panicked but was so frozen by terror I couldn't move. Thankfully, Gail didn't laugh at me or even get angry. Instead, she told me she didn't mind me wearing her clothes and she said she thought I looked pretty. She liked me as a girl and wanted to dress me up often, as long as I was willing to let her have control over me. It was a side of her I'd never seen before but it didn't matter to me. In fact, I have to admit I liked it. Even if I wasn't as willing to cooperate as I obviously was, I knew I didn't have any choice. If my father ever found out, I knew it would be the end of me, so I quickly agreed. She asked me a lot of questions about why I liked wearing her clothes and I tried to explain it to her as best I could. When I told her I had seen her in her underwear, she was momentarily annoyed with me until I lied and said I'd only peeked at her a few times. I told her she looked so pretty and sexy in her lingerie. She seemed quite pleased and her good mood returned almost immediately. When she took off her clothes so I could enjoy seeing her in her underwear close up, I knew she was getting excited too. I willingly let her undress me when she asked to see how I looked in her bra and panties, although I was still very nervous. Most of my nervousness disappeared when Gail stepped up to me and kissed me. I was hoping to see her in the nude, but she stopped me when I tried to undress her. She told me to sit on the bed and then, when she began stroking my erection, I almost came. She made me rub it and then had me take it out and jerk off for her. My face was red with humiliation, but again I knew I had to obey her. When I saw her hand go inside her panties, it was more than I could withstand and I exploded. I was amazed when she licked up my come then kissed the tip of my cock. After we had a chance to recover and get dressed again, we talked for a long time. I told Gail how my mother had first dressed me as a girl. She said she planned to dress me up a lot and thought of me now more as her sister. I loved the idea of being her sister and I quickly admitted it. I was feeling very happy and comfortable until she insisted she tell my father about me. I begged her not to say anything to him but to no avail. She had her mind made up and was convinced he would understand. I was the victim of my own obsession. I had no choice but to accede to her wishes. There was absolutely nothing I could do short of killing myself to stop her and she knew it. She had me remove my makeup and change out of her dress but insisted I keep on all her underwear. I was happy to comply and even happier when she agreed to think of me as Jennifer, the name I loved to call myself. Gail - Part Five When Jack came into my room later and joined me in bed as he usually did, I knew he was curious about the change in Bernie. "What's going on with you and Bernie?" he said. "The two of you seemed to have taken silly pills." "We had a long talk about some things that were bothering Bernie," I answered, "and we seem to have worked out all our problems. Now we were the best of friends again." By then we were naked and cuddling. As usual, I was caressing Jack's wonderful erection. I loved how it felt and I never seemed to be able to stop touching it. Jack said, "What's bothering Bernie? Is there a problem between the two of you?" "No problem with us," I responded. "It's a very personal thing for Bernie and I'd been sworn to secrecy, but I'll tell you about it if you promise to be very open minded and not to repeat any of it to him." "I love Bernie very much and want to help him with whatever problems he has," Jack answered. "I'll be very understanding and I won't say anything to him. You have my word." I believed him so I explained to him how Bernie felt. I told him about coming home early and finding wearing my clothes. I said that he looked very much like a girl but I left out the part about our sex play. He asked me a lot of questions and I answered them as best I could. When I told him Bernie wasn't gay, he seemed very relieved. In the end, he told me it really didn't matter. All he wanted was for all of us to be happy. If Bernie felt more comfortable wearing my clothes, then he'd try to understand and accept him as he felt he had to be. He also said that he suspected how Bernie felt when, a few years ago, Bernie's mother had explained to Jack about how the two of then liked to play dress up. He had realized then just how different Bernie was. I hugged Jack and thanked him for being so terrific. His understanding of Bernie's problem made me care for him even more, and I showed him just how much when we made love later. The next day we slept late and as soon as Bernie and I had finished lunch, we went directly upstairs to my room. "Jennifer," I said, "today I'm going to dress you up in my clothes and after that I have a special surprise for you. First, I want you to take a bath and wash your hair. When you're done, I'm going to set your hair just to be sure it's as pretty as possible. Now take off your clothes." Bernie/Jennifer did as he was told. When he removed his pants, I was not surprised to see he was wearing a pair of my black bikini panties. He looked so sexy in them that I made him keep them on while I ran his bath water. When he finished bathing, I covered him with scented dusting powder then took him back to my room where I had all the clothes I had picked out for him to wear laid out on the bed. I had selected a pretty white garter belt, bra and panties that Jack had bought for me a few weeks ago, along with sheer stockings and a white slip. On the closet door hung a pink party dress that I knew would look very feminine on him. Thankfully Bernie was still young enough that he didn't have much hair on his legs and none on his face or body. Next, I did his long blonde hair, adding fullness and loads of curls while he polished his nails. Then I put some of my makeup on him, not a lot because I wanted him to look young and innocent. He wanted to see how he looked in the mirror but I wouldn't let him, not until he was finished dressing. I helped him put the dress on, then gave him my white 3-inch heels to wear. They were a half size small for him but he was able to squeeze into them anyway. All that was left were the finishing touches. I sprayed some cologne on his neck and wrists, then helped him choose some jewelry to compliment his outfit. The overall effect was amazing. He/she looked extremely pretty. He could easily pass as one of my girlfriends. When he went to mirror, he just stood there and stared. "Oh, Gail," he exclaimed, "I can't believe how much I look like a girl! This is exactly how I've always tried to be but I was never good enough at it." "You do look wonderful, Jennifer," I said. "No one would ever suspect that you're not a girl. Maybe you should have been born one in the first place. Give me a minute to change, then let's go downstairs and I'll tell you all about your surprise." I felt underdressed in my jeans next to Jennifer so I quickly put on a garter belt and stockings, then a dress and heels. For just a few minutes I fussed with my makeup and hair. I took my new sister downstairs then and seated her on the couch. I had something very important to tell her and I knew it would be hard for her to accept. "Jennifer," I began, "last night after you went to bed, your father and I had a long talk. I told him about your liking to wear my clothes and how nice you looked in them." A look of shock immediately covered her face. I reached over and took her hand, trying to calm her. She tried to say something but I told her to wait until I was done explaining everything. "I told him you weren't weird or gay," I continued, "and believe it or not, he was very understanding. Your mother told him about dressing you up a long time ago so he was prepared for what I had to say. All he wants is for you to be happy and if that means you prefer being a girl, then it's something he'll go along with. Now, aren't you glad I told him?" "Are you sure he means it?" she asked. "I can't believe he was so understanding." "Yes," I said, "I'm sure he means it. He loves you very much and he's a very compassionate person. I know he won't feel any differently towards you or laugh at you when he sees how terrific you look this evening." "What do you mean?" she said, a look of horror covering her face. "Do you expect me to stay in these clothes until my father comes home from work? I could never do that. He'd hate me for sure. I'm going to go and change my clothes right now." "No, I swear to you he won't, and you're going to stay in that dress," I replied firmly, grabbing her by the arm and holding her on the couch. "I'd never ask you to do anything that I knew would make either you or your father unhappy. Besides, you agreed to do everything I tell you to do, or did you forget your promise?" "I didn't forget," she said. "It's just a very difficult thing for me to do. Can't we wait a few weeks?" "No, it has to be today," I answered. "Don't worry. I know your father well enough to know how he'll react. It will take some time for him to get used to you as Jennifer, but eventually he's going to love having another daughter as much as I love having a sister." "I'll do it if you say I have to," she said, "but if he even makes one nasty remark, I'm going to run away from home." "It will be fine, just trust me," I explained, hoping I was right. "Now, I think we should find something fun to do for the next hour or so. I think it's time for you to learn more about girls. Yesterday I watched you come so I think it's only fair if you get to watch me today. Do you know how girls masturbate?" "No," Jennifer replied with a very red face. "I didn't even know they could." "Of course they can, silly," I said, laughing at her reaction. "I'll show you how it's done. Watch me and then you'll know how." It wasn't really necessary for me to tell her to watch. Her eyes were riveted on me as I lay back on the couch and raised my skirt. I spent a few minutes stroking my lips through my panties and then, when I felt moisture seeping through, I raised my hips and slipped out of my panties. To make sure Jennifer understood all about my body, I spread my legs giving her a clear view of my pussy which then was covered only by a sparse patch of pubic hair. I told her the names of all my parts and explained how my clit was kind of like her penis. That was the part that needed tender loving care to make me come. The look of fascination on her face made me exceptionally horny. My juices were flowing like crazy. As my finger parted my swollen lips, Jennifer moved closer to me and began stroking my legs through my stockings. Her touch sent ripples of pleasure through me and in no time my head was rolling back and I was moaning, my orgasm sweeping over my body. It took me a few minutes to recover after such an intense orgasm, the smaller waves of pleasure gradually subsiding. All this time, Jennifer was staring at my pussy and inching closer. "Did you enjoy watching me come?" I asked her as I reached down and picked up my panties off the floor. I knew without asking that she had thoroughly enjoyed it and, as she'd never seen a vagina before, I took my time getting dressed. "Yes," she answered. "Now I know how girls do it. Can someone else do it for you or do you have to do it for yourself?" "I guess someone could do it for me," I said. "No one ever has but I don't see why not." "I'd like to do it for you sometime, that is if you'd like me to," she said. "You're so beautiful, especially down there. Could I touch you there now?" I smiled at her, knowing she had become extremely aroused watching my finger massaging my clit. Her cheeks were all flushed and there was a very unladylike bulge in the front of her skirt. "I have an even better idea," I said. "You take off your panties and then I'll teach you an even better way to make me come." "What way is that?" she asked as she stood up and quickly slid her panties down over her stockings and heels. Her erection was now peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. It was so cute I decided I had to suck it. I reached over and took a hold of it, pulling her closer to me. The smell of her perfume made me even more aroused. "I'm going to teach you how to use your tongue to make me come in a few minutes," I told her. "First, I want to use my mouth to make you come. I know you'll like this a lot. Just stand there and hold your skirt and slip up but don't do anything else." She obediently did as she was told. I caressed her cock and balls for a few minutes, then began kissing the tip of her erection. Gradually, I eased her into my mouth until almost all of her was in me. I reached behind her and held the cheeks of her ass as my tongue stimulated the sensitive underside of her penis. I began sliding it in and out of my mouth and on the third stroke I was rewarded with an almost unbelievable amount of sweet tasting semen. I sucked a few more times, wanting all there was of it, then released her with a tender kiss on the tip of her then softening cock. Her legs were shaking so badly I was afraid she would collapse on the floor, so I sat her on the couch. "Gail," she said with a tremble in her voice, "that was incredible. Who taught you how to do it?" "That's none of your business," I told her, knowing she would collapse for real if I told her that her father had been the one to show me all I knew about sex. "I'm glad you liked it though because I'm going to do it to you a lot, Jennifer. I love the taste of come. Someday soon I'll save some and let you taste it because I know you'll love it as much as I do." "Will you show me how to do you now?" she asked. "I can't wait to taste you." I was more than willing but after looking at my watch, I discovered that Jack would be home any minute, so I reluctantly said, "It'll have to wait until another day. Your dad will be here soon. Let's get your panties back on. Then I want to make sure your hair and makeup are perfect. After all, this is the first time he'll meet his daughter Jennifer and first impression are so important. We quickly dressed and then I took Jennifer into the bathroom and spent a few minutes making sure we both looked our best. She primped in front of the mirror anxiously. "I'm so nervous about how my father is going to act when he sees me in a dress. Are you sure he won't be angry, Gail?" "You don't have to worry," I said. "He told me last night that the most important thing to him was your happiness. Once he gets used to seeing you as a girl, you'll be able to wear my clothes all the time. I bet you'll be happy about that, won't you?" "Sure, I will," she admitted. "I always felt so guilty about sneaking around trying on your things when I was home alone. I wish I'd been born a girl so I could wear pretty things all the time. I really hate being a boy and having to dress in dumb male stuff." There were tears running down her cheeks and I sensed a lot of pain in her voice. My heart went out to her. I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Jennifer, please don't worry. From now on you and I will be like sisters, and I promise you won't have to dress or act like a boy any more than is absolutely necessary. We can share all my clothes and even buy you some things of your own. I know you and I will have a fabulous time shopping for new outfits. Now, you'd better stop crying before you totally ruin your makeup." Just then we heard the front door open and Jennifer froze. "I can't face my father like this," she said. "Can't you just tell him I'm not home?" "No, you have to let your father see the real you," I insisted. "You've been hiding for too long. He told me he's ready and willing to accept you, so let's go and show him how pretty you are." I grabbed her by the arm and led her into the living room. Jack was in the kitchen making a drink, so I sat Jennifer on the couch and told her not to move while I went to have a word with him. He was standing at the counter stirring his drink. "Hi," I said, standing on my tip toes and kissing his cheek. "How was your day?" He looked down at me with a smile and he seemed to be relaxed, but I sensed that he was just as nervous as Jennifer. "Great. Is Bernie home?" It's now or never, I thought to myself. "No, Bernie isn't home," I answered, "but your other daughter Jennifer is in the living room waiting for you. She's very anxious about you seeing her in a dress so I hope you'll be as gentle as possible. Whatever you do, please don't laugh or say anything bad to her. It would destroy her." "I won't," he said. "Believe me, I've been thinking about this all day and I think I'm ready for it. How does he look?" I screwed up my face in mock anger. "Not he, she," I teasingly corrected, "and she looks amazingly pretty. When you see her, you'll realize just how right it is for her to be a girl. She just told me she hates being a boy and having to wear boy's clothes. This isn't just something she thought would be fun to try, you know. She really wants to be female. It's a very serious thing for her." "Ok, I'll be very gentle and understanding," he promised. He took a large gulp of his drink as I led him into the living room. "Dad, I want you to meet my new sister Jennifer. Jennifer, this is Jack our father." Jennifer had a look of panic on her face and Jack just sto