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Suddenly, Wes stepped back into the light. He was carrying several lengths of clothesline, and something that Lynn didn't recognize.

She frowned.

"What's that?"

She wiped her forearm across her forehead.

Wes held the object up so his niece could see it plainly. It was a rubber ball, with a piece of rope running through the middle.

She glanced at his eyes and shrugged her ignorance.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"I don't know, Wes. What is that thing?"

"We need it for the pictures, honey bunch."

Lynn snapped her hands onto her hips, pursed her lips tightly, and cocked her head at Wes.

"I asked you what it was."

"It's a gag."

She stared at the thing.

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, it won't hurt."

He stepped toward her.

"Wait a minute!"

But he lifted the ball toward her mouth.

"Open up, honey, it won't hurt."

"No!"

"Honey… " Wes coaxed.

"Wes… " Lynn whined.

"Open… "

The youngster's mouth opened a little wider.

"No… " she said quietly.

She put her hands around his wrists.

"Wider, honey…

Slowly, grasping her uncle's wrists tightly, the teenager opened her mouth wide enough to let Wes slip the rubber ball between her lovely white teeth.

She moaned.

"Good girl, sweetheart."

He took her hands from his wrists and pressured them down to her sides, then took her upper arms and turned her around. He pulled the ends of the rope that ran through the ball around behind her neck, and after lifting her hair out of the way, he tied the gag in place. Her long hair fell back down over the knot at the back of her neck.

"Now, give me your hands back here, Lynn."

Lynn put her arms behind her, automatically crossing her thin wrists. She had seen enough movies to know how women were supposed to be tied up.

She felt the clothesline wrapped firmly around her wrists, pulled tight and knotted. It was a bit too tight, but this wouldn't last too long. She hoped.

The rubber gag tasted awful, and her jaws were already beginning to ache from the strain of being forced so wide open. She felt a thick line of drool slip down her chin and drop onto the upper slope of her bulging boob.

She closed her eyes in embarrassment, but Wes had turned her back toward the lights as it happened, and he said, "Perfect. A little drooling adds realism, and it's utter realism I'm after. Good girl." He bent forward and gave her a lingering little kiss on her cheek. It sent a pounding thrill of pleasure through her body, and she leaned toward him, pressing her nipples against his chest.

"Well, well," Wes said in a voice that made the girl open her eyes in alarm, "I guess you're ready, aren't you?"

The tone of her uncle's voice disturbed the young girl. Maybe I'm getting in over my head, she thought. But as she twisted her wrists against the tightly knotted rope, she realized that it was just a little bit too late to be backing out now. And besides, her virgin cunny was slippery and hot, drooling almost as badly as her mouth!

She stood still, her eyes almost shut against the bright lights, and listened to the clicking of the camera as Wes moved from spot to spot around her bound and sexy body, kneeling low to shoot up under her short skirt or leaning close to focus in on her giant nipples.

She stood there, trying to calm her pounding heart, trying to suck the drooling juices back up inside her hot itching cunt, and thought back to the first time she had met her Uncle Wes-and how unpleasant it had been, for the both of them!

Lynn burst through the door in an unusually bouncy and happy mood, dropped her schoolbooks onto the couch and called to her mother.

"Home, Mom!"

"Hello, darling! Dinner in a few minutes!" Mrs. Hood pushed through the door from the kitchen, her wet hands held like a surgeon's after a good scrub, and motioned for her daughter to come closer.

Lynn hopped over to her mother's side. She was struck by the older woman's beauty, and pleased that everyone thought they looked so much alike. She gave her mother a big hug and a quick kiss.

"What's the secret?"

Mrs. Hood wiped the back of her forearm across her chin before speaking. Something in her eyes told Lynn that she was troubled.

"Mommy?"

"Honey, I… something's bothering your sister, and she refuses to talk to me about it. Why don't you go down and try talking to her?"

"Okay. Any hints about what it is?"

Mrs. Hood shook her head, gave her daughter a tender smile, then turned back into the kitchen.

Lynn walked over to the couch and picked up her books, then walked down the hall to her bedroom. She expected to have a few minutes to think before going into Lori's room, but Lori was stretched out on the bed, obviously waiting impatiently for her sister to get home.

"Hi, Lori!" Lynn said cheerfully.

But Lori just sniffed, and leaned up on her elbows to watch Lynn as the schoolgirl deposited her books on top of her dresser.

Lynn blew air out of her pursed lips in a long, drawn out sigh of annoyance.

"All right, Lori, what's the problem?"

Lori sneered at her sister.

"I don't have any problem."

"Then get out of my room."

Lori ignored her.

"You're the one with the problem, Lynnie."

Lynn stood at the foot of her bed, glaring down at her sister. What she saw both pleased and annoyed her. Lori was utterly devastating in her beauty. Her body was absolutely perfect, in every detail. From her long slim legs, perfectly tanned, to her petite but perfectly proportioned breasts, to her long thick hair, brunette with the hint of dark straw, to her lovely face with its delicately carved features and delightful little bump on the bridge of her nose-she was everything Lynn wished she was! Popular with all the boys, equally popular with most of the girls-the ones who weren't childish or jealous-Lori nonetheless maintained an innocent friendliness with all of her classmates, never pretending to be something she wasn't, never considering herself better than the rest. And never ill-at ease with her body, the way Lynn was.

"What does that mean, my problem?" Lynn demanded.

"Oh… you know!" Lori giggled, slipping her hands up under her neck and relaxing back on Lynn's bed.

"Are you going to tell me, or do I have to beat it out of you!"

But then Lynn saw that Lori was really crying! The girl was sobbing her heart out! She rolled over onto her side and curled up into a tight ball, wrapping her arms around her knees. She lay there in the center of the bed, shuddering and sobbing quietly, whispering over and over, "Oh, Lynn. Oh, Lynn. Oh, Lynn…

Lynn crawled onto the bed and stretched out beside her sister, put out a comforting hand, touched the girl's hair and stroked gently. Finally, Lori's sobbing quieted, and she rubbed the tears from her cheeks, sniffed a final time.

"Oh, Lori. What is it, darling? You can tell me." Lori inhaled deeply, found Lynn's hand and took hold of it, clasping it tightly in both hers.

Lori sighed, struggling for courage to speak.

"Lynn," she said at last, "Cindy told me that… that you and she…

Lynn closed her eyes.

"Oh, dear God," she whispered.

Lori's grip on Lynn's hand tightened at the sound of her sister's words.

"It's true?" she asked.

Lynn started to nod, but then said, "Tell me exactly what she told you, Lori."

The two young girls lay side by side in silence for a long moment.

"She said… she made love to you."

Lynn blushed, burned hot, shivered. Tears slipped from under her tightly shut lids. She moaned, tried to turn away from her sister, but Lori grasped her shoulder and pulled her close. She stroked her sister's back, feeling the girl trembling.

"Lynnie. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

Lynn nodded against her sister's chest, brushing her cheek accidentally against one firm small breast.

She felt Lori stiffen.

Lynn fought hard to regain control of herself, and forced herself to stop crying. She pulled herself away from her sister's arms, and sat up on the edge of the bed, her back to Lori.

"It just happened, Lori. I didn't plan it."

Lori hadn't moved on the bed. She stared at Lynn's back.

"Did you like it?" Lon whispered.

Lynn shrugged.

She blew air loudly through her lips, then straightened a little, but still kept her back to Lori.

"Is that what's bothering you? Mommy said she was worried about you…

Lori burst into tears. Lynn was startled. She turned toward her sister and watched her cry, not as hard as the first time, but hard enough, and she sensed that this was over something quite different that Lynn's making love with Cindy.

She let the girl calm down, and waited for her to say something, give her some clue about what it was that was troubling her so much.

But what Lori said was so unexpected, and so utterly shocking, that Lynn gasped loudly.

"Daddy tried to rape me last night!"

She said it calmly, now, and almost inaudibly.

She was silent for a long time, then continued in a whisper.

"I just… I couldn't sleep. I was too hot, I guess, so I opened my window and took off my nightie. I was lying on top of the sheets, and I was just about asleep when I heard the door open. It was Daddy!

"I didn't know what to do. I kept pretending to be asleep, but I could see him staring at me from the doorway. I kept my eyes almost shut. I thought he'd go away when he saw I didn't have my nightie on "But he… came into the room. And shut the door behind him! Oh, Lynnie! I was so scared!"

The trembling youngster paused in her story to wipe at her lips with her fingertips, and brush a few final tears away from her soft cheeks.

"I was so scared I couldn't move. I was completely naked! I didn't even dare move my legs together, or roll over on my tummy.

"Daddy went over and closed my window. He was very, very quiet, sneaking around my room. Then he came over to my bed!

"I could hardly breathe! I couldn't see what he was doing, because my face was still turned toward the door. I was dying! He must have been able to hear my heart pounding. I tried to relax, but I knew that he was going to touch me!

"I felt his breath on my breast! Oh, God! I can still feel his breath!

"I couldn't stand it! I rolled over! I pretended I was waking up. It worked. He stood up quick and walked real fast but real quietly back to the door, and he left."

Lori was breathing hard and raggedly, obviously trying not to cry again.

But Lynn was frowning down at her sister, trying to figure out what she had just been told.

"Lori," she said, her voice sounding baffled, "is that it?"

Lori nodded weakly.

"Uh… what about the rape?"

Lori glanced up sharply at her sister.

"I told you he tried to rape me!"

Lynn leaped up off her bed, glared at the girl.

"You stupid little wimp! You awful little bitch!"

Lynn leaned over and grabbed her sister by her arm and dragged her off the bed. Lori slid to the floor at Lynn's feet.

"Ouch! Damn you!"

"Damn YOU, you lousy little… VIRGIN! You wouldn't know a rape if… if. Lynn was whispering between her gritted teeth, and she was so mad at Lori she couldn't find words tough enough to express it, "… if it happened to you! Now get up and get out of my room!"

Lori was shocked at her sister's response to her dilemma. She stared upward at Lynn, her eyes wide with terror. She suddenly felt totally alone, totally defenseless.

Lynn softened as she saw her sister's despair.

She reached down and helped Lori to her feet.

The two sisters stood close together for a moment, then Lori threw her arms around Lynn and hugged her hard, lowered her head to rest her cheek on the upper slope of Lynn's big boobie, rub her cheek gently over that mound beneath her shirt.

Lori whimpered like a little lost kitten, and when Lynn didn't push her away, the whimpering changed slowly to a low and husky purring and cooing.

"Oh, sweet Lori," Lynn whispered to her sister. She had the sudden insight that, even while she was envious of her sister's tiny perfection, Lori was envious of her immensity! Lori, her very own sister, wanted to be as big in the jugs as Lynn was! Lynn smiled, stroked Lori's long hair, and shook her head in absolute wonder.

She sighed, and pressed her sister down to the edge of the bed, so they were both sitting, and still hugging each other loosely.

"Lori," Lynn began, intending to give Lori a short lecture on the process of rape-a process she herself had never participated in, but Lynn was widely read in certain types of literature, thanks to Jimmy!-but the girl's mother called from down the hallway.

"Lynnie! Lori! Dinner!"

"We'll be there in a minute, mom!" Lynn shouted back. She slipped her palm under Lori's chin and lifted her face. She wasn't sure just what she had in mind until it happened. Lynn lowered her moist lips to her sister's thin dry lips!

The two sisters kissed! Lori responded hard and fast, opening her lips and pressing her tongue against Lynn's wet lips! Lynn was a little startled by the quickness of Lori's reaction to her kiss, and to her eagerness. But then she remembered that Lori was a virgin at any sort of sexual activity! And she was suddenly pleased and excited, knowing that her sister had chosen her for her initiation into the mysteries of sex!

Lynn moaned as Lori's tongue probed between her lips, caressed her teeth, and darted sharply and hotly against her own tongue!

Lori!

Lori the perfect little thing! Lori the beautiful, the delightfully small and petite and perfect! Lori, my sister!

Lynn slowly lifted her hand, gently slipped her fingertips upward over Lori's blouse, feeling the material puff outward as her fingertips approached the underside of Lori's bra!

Lori's bra! Lynn had so often held that tiny piece of material in her hands and shaken her head in utter amazement at the size of those cups. Almost half the size of the cups on her own huge undergarment!

Lynn lifted her hand higher, slid it fully over Lori's sweet little tit!

Lori arched her back, pressing her chest and small mound firmly into her sister's hand.

Suddenly, Lori broke the passionate kiss.

She darted her hand downward, found Lynn's other hand, and dragged it upward and around in front to her chest, pressed it hard against her breast!

She stared into her sister's watery eyes.

"Lynn!" she whispered huskily, "Do it to me! So I can know! Please! Do it… whatever you did to Cindy! Do it to me!"

Lynn was on the verge of tears. Was this what it was like, for a man, to have a real virgin? Lori, sister and virgin, offering herself to Lynn, was breathing hard, her face blazing bright red with the blush of sex!

Lynn nodded, her eyes never leaving her sister's lovely face.

With all the tenderness and love at her command, Lynn moved her hands from Lori's small pointed breasts and began unbuttoning the front of her school blouse.

Lori closed her eyes, relaxed hen shoulders back, offering Lynn unobstructed access to her clothing, to her body!

"I love you, Lori," Lynn whispered.

She lowered her hands down the front of Lori's shirt, loosening each button, finally pulling the material free from the waist of her skirt.

Lori helped her remove the blouse from her shoulders, and toss the material onto the bed.

And now, for the bra!

Those lovely tits beneath!

Lynn turned the girl around. She slowly freed the hook of the bra in the middle of Lori's lovely bare back.

The bra straps dropped loosely away from Lori's flesh, dangling down her sides. She shrugged and the bra fell off her shoulders and into her hands. Still holding the thing, Lori slowly turned around to face her sister. She smiled with joy as she saw Lynn's eyes go wide with pleasure!

"Oh, Lori! I had no idea how beautiful your breasts were! So lovely!"

Lynn's voice was sincere, and her astonishment and pleasure obvious.

Lori inhaled deeply, lifted her head.

"Untouched by human hands," she said with a certain pride, then gave a quick little giggle and added, "except for two!" She held up her own hands and wiggled the fingers wildly.

Lynn laughed with her.

"Why you little masturbator!"

"What?" Lori asked.

"Masturbator. Don't you know what… boy! You ARE a virgin! Haven't you ever… um… brought yourself off?"

Lori cocked her head quizzically.

"No," Lynn said, nodding to herself. "Well, my darling sister, you are in for the time of your life!"

Lynn took the bra from Lori's hands and threw it back on the bed.

"We won't be needing that! Or these!"

And she quickly yanked open the snap at the side of Lori's skirt, ran the zipper down, and shoved the whole loose mass down to Lori's feet!

And Lori's tiny panties followed!

Quickly, Lynn knelt in front of her sister, lifted first one foot, then the other, removing her knee socks and shoes, then stood back up.

Lori stood stark naked before her!

Brother! What a delicious sight!

Lynn shook her head in appreciation.

"You are… " Lynn sighed, searching for the right word,"… perfect!"

She started to reach up to Lori's throbbing nipple, so small and pale compared to her own tremendous thumb of flesh, but Lori stepped backward and held up her palm.

"You!"

Lynn was momentarily baffled, then understood! Her sister had never seen these giant boobs!

Lynn smiled and nodded in eager agreement. She started to unbutton her blouse, and even had the thing half undone, when a thought struck her. She grinned and looked at her sister.

Slowly and deliberately, Lynn straightened her back, arched herself slightly and placed her arms behind her back, offering her sister the same delight she had just known herself!

Lori understood instantly, and stepped forward, her hands eagerly working at the last few buttons on hen sister's shirtfront!

Both girls moaned when Lori pulled the material free of Lynn's skirt, and at the sound of both moans, both girls laughed, embarrassed!

Lori fumbled badly, but still succeeded in stripping Lynn of her clothing, except for her shoes and her knee socks.

She was stunned and thrilled by the size of her sister's knockers, and tears filled her eyes as she reached out to touch them, touch the bare flesh, circle the dark, huge nipple with a curious fingertip.

"Oh, Lynnie! How wonderful!"

Lori stared wide-eyed for a long time before she finally lowered her face, and brought her wet lips to Lynn's sweet swollen nipple!

And sucked it into her mouth!

Lynn sucked in her breath loudly!

Oh sweet Christ!

She leaned into her sister's face, pressing her huge boobie deep into Lori's hot wet mouth!

Lori's tongue circled the giant nipple, sucking it larger and larger!

Both girls whimpered and moaned, moving in a little dance of love, Lori sucking on her sister's breast and Lynn thrusting her boob against Lori's lovely face. Finally, Lynn could stand it no longer. She grabbed Lori's hair and pulled her head back, pulling the girl's sweet mouth from her flesh!

"My turn!"

And she ducked her head to Lori's small apple-sized tit, tonguing her tiny pointed nipple until it was swollen and hard!

Lori's breath came in loud gasps of pleasure! No mouth had ever touched her body, with the exception of those harmless kisses from her mother, or those idiot relatives-but no lips had ever kissed her tits, sucked her nipples!

And now, Lori stood stark naked in front of her own sister, crushing her tit into that loving gentle mouth!

Lynn knew Lori's pleasure, and played her sister's small boobie like a flute, fluttering her hot tongue over the protruding nipple, biting at the underslope of her breast, chewing the nipple lightly between her teeth, and kissing all over those two small wonderful breasts!

Lori moaned deeply, wrapped her arms around Lynn's head, and hugged her to her bare breasts!

She rested her fair cheek on Lynn's head, and closed her teary happy eyes.

And without warning, the door opened wide and the girls' father strode into the room, smiling broadly and saying loudly to someone behind him, "… And this is the girls' room, Wes. Just wait till you meet them…!"

And did he meet them!

"Lynn!"

Was laughed as the girl came around with a start.

"Dreaming?" he kidded her.

She nodded slowly.

Wes grinned at her, gave her a wink.

"I was asking you to bend over a little bit, so I can get a shot from behind… "

Lynn's eyebrows rose high as she finally slipped out of her reverie and remembered that under this short white skirt there was nothing but bare girl.

She hesitated.

The rubber ball gag in her mouth was beginning to really hurt, now, and she worked her aching jaws around the thing, trying to ease the discomfort.

Wes was pretending to be resetting the camera while Lynn made up her mind about bending over. When she realized he was giving her time to decide, without pressuring her into it, her decision was made.

She nodded.

Wes knelt and waited, lifting the camera to his chin.

Lynn twisted her wrists in the tight rope, trying to make them more comfortable. It failed. Then, knowing her uncle was watching closely, she began bending over from the waist, slowly and teasingly. She felt the short skirt ride upward over the backs of her bare thighs, lifting higher and higher as she bent over, until she was certain that her uncle could see the undersides of her asscheeks-her bare asscheeks!-and that enticingly lovely crease between them!

And Wes was snapping picture after picture!

God! What a sight!

Almost as good as that incredible introduction to two of the prettiest pussies he'd ever seen! Two young girls, completely naked, hugging each other tightly, obviously in the throes of lovemaking, blushing bright red and breaking apart in a mad rush as the two men strode fully and suddenly into their secret love-chamber!

Wes grinned.

What a sight, those two young beauties stumbling all over each other, trying to cover themselves up, crying and apologizing and so delightfully embarrassed and bare assed!

And how embarrassed HE had acted!

How upset at the intrusion, how understanding of their embarrassment!

Ha!

And how simple to pretend discomfort at their disciplining!

Ha-ha!

All in preparation for the role of sympathetic uncle!

Come here, my sweetie. Let Uncle Wes hold you…

Wes snapped another picture, a tight close-up, delicately in focus, of the pretty crease of Lynn's ass.

He frowned.

But the act had been a failure. Or rather, it had been no act at all-not after awhile.

He really had fallen hard for Lynn!

He loved her!

Loved her with all of his heart!

And he'd never once touched her!

Not once kissed her!

He sat back on his heels, staring at that sweet tight ass, those deliciously stockinged legs…

The two youngsters stood in abject humiliation in front of their father, John Hood. They were dressed in their bathrobes, and Lynn still wore her shoes and knee socks. Lori was naked beneath the robe.

"I am utterly shocked!" John was saying, for the hundredth time. Wes, the uncle neither girl had ever seen, sat on the couch, fiddling with his hands in his lap. He looked as unhappy as the pair of girls. Little did they know, he was enjoying this show immensely!

"What on earth were you two DOING, anyway? I can't believe it! My own daughters!"

John sighed deeply, in sincere disgust, and shook his head sadly.

"What am I going to do with you two?"

He spoke quietly. He was extremely upset, not only by the actions of his lovely young daughters, but by their timing. Why did this have to happen just as his brother returned from Australia?

He tightened his jaws.

He lifted his eyes to glare at the smaller girl.

"Lori!"

Lori jumped.

"Yes, daddy?" her voice quivered.

"Take your robe off."

The girl looked desperately at her sister, her eyes wide, her mouth fallen open.

"Daddy?" she questioned, almost pleading.

"Take your robe off, Lori," John commanded quietly.

Lori slowly lifted her hands to the soft cloth belt that held her bathrobe closed, and pulled on the slip knot. The edges of the terrycloth slipped apart, and Lori shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it slide down her bare arms as far as her elbows. She held it up for a few seconds.

"Off," John said.

The robe dropped to the floor in a billow of softness at the small girl's feet.

She was blushing thoroughly.

"Stand straight, girl!" John said firmly. Lori quickly pulled her shoulders back, lifting her small beauties into prominence.

The father turned his eyes toward Lynn. She blushed an even deeper red, closed her eyes.

"Lynn."

He waited. She wet her lips.

"Lynn!"

She undid the belt, dropped the robe around her "Open your eyes, Lynn," John said sternly.

Lynn opened her eyes, pulled her shoulders back. Wes almost had a heart attack, seeing those glorious jugs again!

John paid neither girl any attention. He was concerned about showing his brother that he was the master in this house, and that he would tolerate… – what? He had to admit, it had excited him to find his girls embracing each other's naked body. It had given him one of the hardest cocks of his life! He raised his eyes once more to the two naked teens.

God!

He glanced over at his brother. Was that the trace of a grin? That was certainly no sock in his crotch!

Hmmmmmmm…

John sat back in his chair and simply eyed the two young girls awhile.

How lovely you two are!

Lynn, with her huge breasts thrusting firm and high from her chest-Lori, with her small, sweetly-shaped, tiny-nippled, pointed little titties…

How sweet!

John took a deep breath, and then pronounced sentence on the two children.

"Since you two want to make love with each other, you have my permission!" John kept his voice firm and strong, trying not to reveal his excitement.

Lynn glanced at her sister. Lori was scared stiff!

"No," John said.

Lori had not heard him, and Lynn paused a moment, hoping against hope that she had not heard him right!

"Now!"

Lynn grabbed her sister's arm as Lori sagged downward, almost fainting from terror and humiliation, and pulled her up. As she did so, Lori leaned against her, moaning and rolling her head on Lynn's bare shoulder.

Lynn supported Lori's weight as long as she could, but when the smaller girl really did faint, Lynn could only lower her gently to the floor.

When she stood back up, she lifted her robe, slipped it back around her shoulders.

"I would have let you look at me all evening long-both of you!" she cried. "But I can't make love to my own sister! You don't understand what you saw in my bedroom! We weren't making love! We weren't!"

It was during this little speech that Wes felt the first hard pangs of real love for this big-breasted youngster, and after he cleared his throat to get his brother's attention, he frowned and shrugged in a signal that John understood as maybe she's telling the truth.

As for Lynn, she belted the robe tightly around her body. She was fully prepared to reveal her knowledge of her father's night-time adventure in Lori's room, if he decided to press this disciplining as far as he obviously had intended.

"Cover your sister!"

Lynn knelt-she was going to anyway-and drew her robe over her sister's body. Lori was coming around now, and weeping with fear.

"Shhhhhhh, Lori, Lori, it's all right," Lynn whispered.

Lori clung to her sister's arms, and let herself be lifted to her feet and helped down the hallway to her bedroom.

There, Lynn laid her on her bed and threw the blanket up over her bare legs. Then, taking a deep breath for courage, she went back out to the living room and sat down.

She crossed her legs and bent over, untied her shoes, then slipped the socks down her calves and off her feet. She tucked the socks neatly inside the shoes, and placed the shoes under the chair she was sitting in, then straightened back up to face the two men-on their own terms!

"Daddy, Uncle Wes. Lori and I are virgins. We have never been touched. But we are also over the age of consent. What you saw, down in my bedroom, was she sought the right word, "… was an experiment. We… are different, Lori and I. It is an obvious difference. I have very large breasts, and Lori has small ones. Well, we wanted to… see what we looked like… and find out what we… felt like. And that's what we were doing. And I don't think that's wrong!"

She crossed her arms over her chest, and waited.

Wes leaned forward on the couch.

"Um, Lynn. It may not be my place to speak to you about this… affair," he looked at John as he spoke, a glance that asked permission to continue. John nodded. Wes said, "But what you should try to understand is this. Your father and I saw two girls embracing and kissing, kissing each other's breasts. Kissing is not just seeing, or feeling, is it, honey?"

Lynn shook her head, started to defend herself again, but Wes cut her off.

"So you can see how your father must have interpreted what he saw, can't you?"

"Yes, but…

"Yes, but there's a name for girls who make love to other girls, sweetheart. Lesbians."

"Yes, I know, but…

"Lesbians. Now both your father and I have had a lot of experience in the real world, the world of work, and more importantly, the world of men and women. Do you see?"

"Yes, I do see, but…

"But nothing, Lynn!" John almost shouted. "If I ever catch you and Lori in such a position, ever, I'll…

"You can see how upset John is, can't you, Lynn? Of course you can." Wes sat back on the couch, satisfied that he'd cleared up everything, settled all the problems.

John was sullen, silent.

Lynn sat still, also silent. But she was baffled. She hadn't gotten in a word in her defense, and neither of the men had said anything at all that made the slightest sense!

"Damn it!" she shouted at them both.

John jerked his head up, and Wes sat up straight!

Lynn leaped to her bare feet, yanking wildly at the belt around her waist. She pulled it free and stripped the soft robe from her body, threw it far aside!

"Damn it! Damn you both!" she yelled. "This is what you really want! Both of you! Well, go ahead and look! I have the biggest damned tits in the world!" She arched her back and pulled her firm belly taut, throwing her jugs high!

"Cindy told me all men want is to hurt and fuck! And she sure must have been right!"

Lynn grabbed her own tits with her hands and squeezed them hard!

"Hurt and fuck!"

She pinched her huge nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled them out away from her knockers, wincing at the pain she was causing herself!

"Lynn!" John shouted at her. "Stop this, right flow!"

"She's going crazy, John!" Wes shouted over at his brother, standing up.

But Lynn fell suddenly to the floor in a sobbing, shuddering heap, limp and exhausted, utterly humiliated, completely frustrated.

"Leave her!" John commanded as Wes started toward the girl. "She seems perfectly capable of taking care of herself! In all ways!"

Lynn was not going crazy. She was quite normal, in fact. Her sexuality demanded expression, and fulfillment, and it had received only partial expression, and no fulfillment at all.

She lay on the living room floor, naked and crying, while the two men-her own father and her own uncle-simply sat there and watched!

"Beautiful! Now hold that pose!"

Wes had just adjusted his niece's arms, raised them above her head, bent them at the elbows so that her bound wrists rested against the back of her head.

Lynn was sweating like a pig. But so was Wes, the girl noticed with a twinkle in her eyes. Her blouse was plastered flat over her boobs, revealing everything, especially those swollen nipples. She was dripping wet, and she could feel the thin rivers of salty sweat rolling down her thighs to the tops of her stockings, which were soaked. And soaked with more than just girlish sweat!

Her young slim thighs were wet with her lubrication, too! Pussy juice and sweat! She rubbed her thighs together, and thrilled at the slippery silkiness!

But the ball gag was becoming intolerable. It was causing the poor girl to drool abundantly, slobbering over her chin and dripping down onto the upper slopes of her huge tits, soaking her blouse with her own saliva as well as her own aromatic sweat.

She moaned to get her uncle's attention, then indicated with some wild chewing motions and eye wiggling that she would like the rubber ball removed from her mouth.

"Is that thing hurting you, honey?"

Lynn nodded vigorously.

Wes came close and dabbled away a line of drool with his shirtsleeve.

"Honey, can you leave it in for just a little while longer?"

She frowned, shook her head slightly.

"Please? For me?"

She sighed loudly through her nose, shrugged her shoulders.

"Good girl!"

Wes moved his camera close to Lynn's face, and began snapping a long series of extreme close-ups, capturing the youngster's discomfort perfectly.

"Beautiful, Lynn! Now, spread your legs a little for me, will you?"

Lynn stepped her exceptionally long, dark-stockinged legs wide apart, much farther apart than Wes had expected!

"Nice!" he said in appreciation of the beautiful legs, long and tense.

Lynn tried to smile around the large ball between her jaws, but she couldn't. She remembered Jimmy had said nice in precisely the same tone of voice, that night in the woods, when she…

She made her way carefully along the familiar path through the dark woods, moving slowly toward the run-down shed Jimmy called home. As she approached the tiny building, she saw the warm inviting flicker of the firelight through the tears in the canvas-covered window, and felt the comforting warmth and coziness of the cluttered room flow over her body.

She knew that Jimmy would be surprised to see her so soon after their last meeting, but she was still extremely upset over the fighting and frustration of last night, when her father and her uncle had burst in unannounced and found them… well, damn it all, so what if they had been making love! They were both eighteen, weren't they? Consenting adults, damn it!

Damn it!

Lynn was horny as hell, and she knew it! Mad as hell, too, but she knew she'd get over her anger. It was the hominess that was really getting to her, flow!

She stepped up onto the wooden porch, which was little more than several warped boards thrown down over the mud, and knocked lightly on the door.

She listened to the sounds inside the shack as poor old Jimmy struggled up out of his chair and tapped his way to the door. It creaked open slowly, to reveal the small fire in the fireplace, the only light in the room.

"Hello, Jimmy. It's Lynn."

Jimmy nodded, squinted at her through half-blind eyes, then backed away to let the teenager step inside. He shut the door with the same slow deliberation, ignoring the youngster as he hobbled his way back to his chair and got himself comfortable again, pulling the thick quilt over his frail old legs.

"What you want?" he said finally, in his rasping voice that made Lynn always want to clear her throat.

She watched him for a moment.

She had known about Jimmy for many years, but, until their meeting about a year ago, had never thought of visiting him. He was almost mythical, and the neighborhood boys used his presence in these woods to frighten the younger children, often challenging one another to run up and knock on the old man's door. They knew he would always answer. It was his way.

But, for the most part, Jimmy was left alone. How he obtained food or other necessities was something of a real mystery, since he was unable to walk any long distance for them, but Lynn herself had taken him at least a dozen packages of groceries since she had gotten to know him.

She first met and talked with him during one of her many lonely walks through these woods. She had seen him hobbling slowly along the path, not many yards from his front door, leaning heavily upon his stick, when suddenly he just tipped over. Lynn had almost laughed out loud at the comical way the old guy fell over, but instead she rushed to his side, and helped him back to his feet.

They had become fast friends. And over the course of their first few meetings in the tiny cabin, Lynn had learned of the lonely old man's desire to talk about and to hear her talk about all things sexual.

Somehow, this had never bothered the young girl. She had assumed that men were like this, hungry for sex in any form, even oral-oh, how she had blushed and grinned the first time she learned that oral sex meant something quite different than talking about sex!

Maybe she hadn't been bothered by Jimmy's insistence that she discuss with him in graphic detail her desires and fears and dreams about sex, because she was beginning to feel so strongly sexual herself.

And Jimmy could match her story for story!

He was an encyclopedia of astonishing information about sex and its taboos and customs all over the world! Lynn sat and listened by the hour, amazed, delighted, shocked, embarrassed but always fascinated.

And always excited!

Her blood pounded hard and fast through her veins whenever she even thought about visiting Jimmy!

Jimmy and his books!

He had a large library of luridly illustrated sex-books, from the clinical to the blatantly pornographic, which he kept on well-built shelves along the walls on either side of the small fireplace. And each book he kept in plastic wrapping, to protect it from dirt and bugs and rats.

His books had been his life, and then he'd gone half-blind!

When Lynn first suggested that she read to him from his books, he had gladly accepted. Little did the girl know, she would be reading about the sexual initiation rites of pygmy girls, or describing pictures of elephants copulating! But she did, and with ever increasing attention to the details of the sex act itself!

Yes, she was one horny little girl!

A virgin through and through!

But lately, she had begun to develop a pleasing and exciting little Lori that she hoped would give the old man one last wonderful memory.

"I said, what you want, girl?" Jimmy repeated, annoyed at Lynn's silence.

"I want to talk, Jimmy," she whispered.

He instantly sensed something new in her voice, in her quiet, controlled whisper, and cocked his head toward her, and waited.

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