David told me he was going to write about the things that had happened and I insisted I have give my version of the events. He wasn't around when some of the things happened, and sometimes we had different views of what occurred when both of us were there. David didn't mind, he was glad to have me help him. This is what happened at home when David and Mom were taking their trip.
When mother told me that she was going to marry David's father, Morris, I didn't like the idea. I liked having Mom to myself. When I got to know David better, it didn't seem quite so bad. He was a nice kid and I liked him.
When David found out that I had a PC, he didn't talk down to me like most boys do. He was very serious and he showed me his unit. He even let me use it. That wasn't all I liked about him. He was cute. He was serious all the time, although I knew he had a sense of humor. I tried to tease him and he would grin at me and not take offense. If I had to have a brother, David was the best one I had ever run across.
When Mom had to make her business trip, it seemed like a good idea that I stay with Morris and get to know him better. David said that I could use his PC whenever I wanted.
The first thing that I did was search his directories to see what he had on file. When I found a file called 'DIARY' I couldn't help but snoop. I figured I could find out all his likes and dislikes, and that way I could get along with him better.
David had started the diary a year and a half before I met him so it pretty much showed the sort of a person he was now. The more I read the better I liked David. When he got to the place where he had his first wet dream, I got embarrassed at prying, and took it off the screen.
It had been about the same time I had my first period. I was beginning to develop, but I had a while to go before I needed a 'C' cup bra, and my crotch hair was still sparse enough so that you could see through it. I wouldn't want David reading my private thoughts about that.
I couldn't keep away, I was curious about boys and sex. My conscience fought a loosing battle with my curiosity, I opened the file up again. David had been very descriptive about what happened in that dream. My panties got wet while I read about it.
I found out about his sex books. I had some about girls. I found his books, and read up on boys. It was interesting but I didn't learn very much new.
Back to the diary again, I found references to the graphics. I'll have to say that David's descriptions were graphic. I was curious. When David wrote about how he masturbated, or jerked off, I got aroused. My panties got wet and I went the bath room and rubbed myself until I had a couple of orgasms. It felt real good. I had to find those graphics.
I knew that David had Norton's Utilities, and I knew how to use it. I went to the prompt and typed 'FA/u/s' and found the files. I changed the attributes, and called them up. Wow! I could see why David had to jerk off. I had to push my fingers in and out of my vagina until I had an orgasm myself. More than once, as a matter of fact.
I've read some of the things that David's written so I better rephrase that last sentence. I had to finger fuck my cunt until I came more than once. My sex books talked about multiple orgasms but I hadn't realized what it meant until then. I found out and I liked it. It felt real neat.
The part of David's diary where he talked about jerking off with Ted was interesting. I wished I could watch them do that. I got to the latest entries, where he said something about me and I was very flattered. I closed my eyes and tried to picture him thinking about me and pumping his hand up and down his prick at the same time. Evidently he liked me as much as I liked him. I started thinking about him, rather than the graphics, when I finger fucked myself.
I was thinking about sex all the time. When Morris got home that night I looked at him a different way. I could see why my mother wanted him. He wasn't the handsomest guy but he was good looking, and with my new point of view, he was sexy.
His hair was turning gray at the temples. He had the serious demeanor that David had, and he had the same grin. He was a more mature version of David, and I had gotten to like David a lot more after reading his diary. I found I liked Morris a lot too.
Morris prepared a nice dinner for us and set the table as if I was company. He turned out the lights and lit candles. He didn't talk down to me because I was a girl. He treated me as if I were an adult. When he found out the things that I was interested in he got me talking about them. I think I talked too much that night, but he was so easy to talk to. We sat and talked all evening.
The Hemmer house had four bedrooms, and we were going to live there after Morris and Mom got married. I was given my choice of the two spare bedrooms and chosen the bigger one. I even brought some of my personal things to leave there, just to make the room feel like it belonged to me. I liked the room. I was beginning to like the whole idea of being one family with David and Morris.
I wasn't used to a man in the house. I undressed, got my night clothes, and started out to the bathroom to shower and get into them. Mom and I always walked around our house that way. Mom just didn't believe in false modesty.
There was a man in this house, and Morris chose that moment to come out of his bedroom. I realized that I was stark naked. I blushed, felt my whole body go hot with embarrassment, tried to cover up, and dodged back into my room.
(There sure was a man in the house, and he was horny. I never thought a thirteen year old would affect me as much as Clair was. I'd had a hard on from the time we sat down to dinner. Seeing her adolescent body had me panting like an adolescent myself. I could picture David looking at a picture of her and jerking off once he returned home.)
I heard Morris go down stairs for something then come back up a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to peek. I'm closing my door now and I won't be out for the rest of the night."
He was a gentleman. He apologized simply and let me know that I had the floor to myself without making a big deal out of it. I liked him even more.
I showered, got into my nightie, went back to my room, closed the door, and couldn't get to sleep. I thought about the graphics, David's jerking off over them, David wanting play with Ted's prick and have Ted play with his. When I pictured them sitting by the computer it really got to me. Morris seeing me without any clothes on really got to me too. My cunt got wet and I had to do something about it.
I pushed my fingers into my cunt and plunged them in and out. I imagined David doing it to me. David became Morris and he was pushing his fingers into my cunt. Then it was his penis. I mean his prick. I had multiple orgasms and finally fell asleep.
The next day I was back to the PC. I read the diary through to the end. The more I read the better I liked David. He was really nice. The more I read the more I wanted to have sex with him. I had to be careful about that, he was only thirteen. But I didn't have to be careful about jerking off. As David said in his diary, it was perfectly normal. How else would kids relieve their sexual tension. I finger fucked myself several times. And several more times while I called up the different graphics files.
When Morris came home that night I prepared a dinner. I wasn't as good a cook as he was so it wasn't as good as the one he prepared the night before, but he set up the table the same way. I kept looking at him and thinking how glad I was that Mom was going to marry him. I wanted to be his daughter, even if it was only a stepdaughter.
After dinner, we went to the family room. He sat in his big easy chair and I went over and sat in his lap.
"Morris, I'm glad I'm staying here with you. I didn't like the idea of Mom getting married at first but now that I know you better, I know I'm going to like family life with you and David. I love you."
I kissed him and wiggled. I felt something like a piece of pipe in his pants. It was uncomfortable. Then, all of a sudden, it wasn't that uncomfortable at all. I realized what I was feeling was a hard prick poking in between my ass cheeks. I pretended nothing was happening. I just sat there and hugged him. Morris held me in a tight hug too. He held me for a while then kissed me again and pushed me away.
"I'm glad you're visiting too. I've gotten to know you better and I like what I see. However, you better get off my lap. You're a big girl now and it does have an effect on me."
Morris was still treating me as an equal and an adult. He didn't fuss about what happened and he hadn't let it fluster him, nor did he expect me to be flustered by such a natural reaction to having his prick rubbed by a girl's warm ass. I sat down in the couch and I was determined to be just as adult as he was.
"I'm sorry Morris. I didn't mean to give you a hard on."
Morris laughed.
"That's not the first time. You're a very desirable girl. Mmmm no. What I really mean is that you are a very desirable young lady. Last night, when I caught you unawares, you got me so horny that I had to revert to my boyhood pastime before I could get to sleep."
"I'm sorry again, Morris. I'm really not trying to tease you that way."
"I have a problem. I find you very desirable. That's not the way you should feel about a daughter."
It gave a boost to my ego to have a grown man want me. I wanted to have sex with him. I went over some conversations that I had with my mother.
"Morris, Mom and I have had a lot of woman to woman talks lately. She told me that she didn't believe it was right to be frustrated, just because you weren't with a particular person. If you loved a particular person, you could have sex with someone else without it making much difference. Do you think that too?"
"Well, your mother and I do have an agreement of that sort and I'm inclined to agree with her liberal attitude."
"I want to have sex with you. The only thing is I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I've never even seen a man down there – I mean – a man's prick."
For once, Morris acted flustered. "Uh, but I'm going to marry your mother. You're going to be my daughter."
"You're not married to my mother yet, and I will only be your stepdaughter."
Morris laughed again. He came over and kissed me again. "I love you. You're so adult and so innocent. If you really want me to, I can teach you anything you want to learn. I can certainly let you find out what a man's prick looks like, except that I'm afraid that while your looking it will be hard, rather than soft, as it usually is."
Things were heavy about then. Morris was trying to keep it light. Sex should be fun not heavy. I tried to lighten things up a little bit myself.
"Maybe I can make it soft."
This really broke Morris up. He came over to the couch, sat down beside me, took me in his arms, and hugged and kissed me. Morris opened his lips and moved his tongue along my lips. Wow! I opened my lips a little and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I'd never been kissed like this before but I'd read about it.
Having someone else's tongue in my mouth hadn't appealed to me. The idea may not have been appealing but the kiss sure was. I could hardly catch my breath and my cunt got wet.
I kissed Morris back the same way. I pushed my tongue against his, then into his mouth. I licked his gums. I put my hand down and felt his prick. David's graphics had some pictures of men with big pricks and I thought that they were exaggerations. I knew better now.
Morris cradled my tit in his hands and gently massaged it. The nipple get hard. I pressed his hand against my tit. It felt real good. He disengaged himself and pulled off my T-shirt and unhooked my bra. He did it easier than I could. I guess he had more practice taking off bras than I had. I'd been doing it for three months.
Morris lowered his head and sucked on my nipple. I could feel it in my cunt. The books were right about the nerves being connected. His hands were busy at the same time. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them off then he pulled down my panties.
He rubbed my cunt with his fingers, then tickled my clit. I was having orgasms already. I wiggled my cunt against his hands. No one but me had ever touched it since I could remember. It felt much better when some one else played with you.
I jumped when he moved his head down and stuck his tongue into my navel. Then he licked down to my cunt and stuck his tongue in. He flicked his tongue in and out of my cunt. I'd never felt anything like that before. When he grabbed my clit between his lips, massaged it with his tongue, and sucked on it, it was more than I could take.
"Ahhh! Ohhh! I'm coming! Oooo! I love you Morris! Ahhh!"
Morris sucked and lapped till I pushed his head away. If this was what sex was like, I knew that I'd never get enough. Morris sat there and grinned at me. I could tell that he enjoyed giving me pleasure, but now I wanted to do something to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. I hadn't even seen his prick yet! I wanted to do what I had promised him, I wanted to make his prick soft again.
"Morris, you're not being fair. I'm naked and you still have all your clothes on."
Morris grinned at me again and took his clothes off. His prick was huge. It was more than six inches long and it stood straight out from his body. I sat up and had him sit beside me. I took his prick in my hands and gently stroked it.
"Can I make you come with my hand? I want to see what it looks like when the stuff comes out of it. It seems strange to me that urine and semen come out of the same place."
"Clair, this is your night. There isn't anything you could do that wouldn't please me."
"How do I do it? I've never played with a prick before."
He told me to spit on my hand, so it would slide up and down easier. He told me the sensitive spots around the prick head and under the pisshole. I tried everything he mentioned then went to pumping my fist up and down. He leaned back and started to breath heavy. I could feel his prick throb.
"Ahhh! Ohhh! You're making me come!"
I moved closer to watch. Spurt, the first jet of cum spurted into my open mouth, spurt, spurt; the rest onto my chest. Dribble, dribble, dribble; the remains seeped out of his prick. I swallowed the cum he'd shot into my mouth and I liked the taste. I took his soft prick into my mouth and licked the cum off. That had looked nasty in the graphics but was really nice.
"There, I told you I could make it soft."
Morris laughed and pulled me up to lick his cum off my chest and tits. He enjoyed my actions and reactions as much as he enjoyed his sexual release.
"I hadn't expected you to do that so soon. Cock sucking and cunt lapping usually come later in your sex education. I can see you liked it and I'm glad."
We sat there for a while contented just to feel each others sex organs. I played with Morris' prick and balls and ran my hands over his hairy chest. He fondled my cunt and clit and squeezed my nipples now and then. His prick hardened in my hands.
"I want you to fuck me, Morris. I want to find out what it feels like to have a prick in my cunt."
Morris looked very serious.
"That will hurt you. I felt that your maidenhead is intact. Are you sure you want that? You've found out that there are a lot of other ways of enjoying sex."
"My maidenhead has to be broken sooner or later. It might as well be right now. Your prick is big, but it's not as big as a baby. I know a baby can come out of my cunt. I want you to break my maidenhead, Morris."
"All right, but we might as well be comfortable. Let's go upstairs to a bedroom."
We went to his bedroom. He put a pillow under my hips, licked my cunt a couple of times, then sucked on my clit. He got on the bed with his knees between my legs. He positioned his prick in my cunt lips and gently pushed. It went in an inch or two and I could feel it hit something.
"This is going to hurt you, Clair."
He pulled out a little bit and plunged his hips down toward me. It hurt!
"Ouch!"
His prick was buried in my cunt. There had been a stab of pain, but his prick felt good too. Morris four or five minutes before he pulled out a little and pushed in again. It felt real good. I bucked my hips up to meet Morris' next down thrust. He pulled out farther and plunged back faster. My hips met each of his thrusts. I was coming already.
"Ohhh! Ahhh! Oooo!"
"Ahhh! Ohhh!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, my cunt received its first load of cum. Morris moved slower and slower until his prick slipped out of my cunt. He turned around and lapped my cunt clean. His soft prick was near my face so I took it in my mouth and gently sucked on it.
Then Morris surprised me. Our mutual juices had leaked out of my cunt and into my ass crack. Morris licked down my ass crack and over my ass. Wow! David's graphics hadn't even shown that, and I'd never read about it either. I couldn't believe the sensation it gave me. I didn't see how Morris could put his tongue there. I didn't think I could ever do that.
If Morris could do it to me, I was determined to do it to him. I ran my tongue down his ass crack and I couldn't do it. The very idea almost made me gag. I wanted to make Morris feel as good as he was making me feel, but I still had some inhibitions.
Morris pushed his tongue into my asshole. I wanted to do the same but I couldn't. I went back to sucking on his soft cock. Morris' prick got hard.
Morris licked my cunt, I licked his balls and took each one of them in my mouth and sucked on it. Morris sucked my clit. I lapped at the head of his prick. I realized this was what they called a sixty nine. There were several graphics showing this position.
Some cum leaked out of Morris' prick and I licked it off. He plunged his tongue into my cunt. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. He pushed his hips toward my face and his whole prick went into my mouth. I could feel the head of it in my throat.
I applied as much suction as I could and pulled away until only the head of his prick was retained. Morris was flicking his tongue in and out of my cunt like a snake. I was having multiple orgasms. I bobbed my head up and down on his prick and he pumped his hips forward each time I sucked his prick in.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, I sucked every drop of cum out of his prick. He kept on licking until I had to pull away. His prick got soft and he pulled it out of my mouth. We reversed his positions and Morris took me in his arms and hugged me. I hugged back. He kissed me. I kissed back.
"I love you, Morris. I'm glad we're going to be family."
"I love you too. I didn't know how much family I was going to get when I proposed to your mother."
"Morris?"
"Yes?"
"What was that bit with the ass licking? I never heard of that before. It felt real neat but I couldn't make myself do it."
"That's something some people like to do. The muscles and nerves around the anus are connected with the sex organs and you can get definite sexual sensations from it. Some people think that it's nasty, but I've never found anything about sex that was nasty. Don't think you have to do it just because I do. Never do anything you don't want to."
"Wow! I'll say there are sexual sensations connected with it. When I felt them, I knew it couldn't be as bad as it seemed. That's why I had to try it. Maybe someday I will."
"You know, some people even like to fuck an ass just like a cunt. Your mother likes it when I fuck her that way. I won't do that to you. I know that will hurt you and I might damage some tissue. It's not like a maidenhead that's meant to be torn. Wait till you grow some or find someone with a prick more your own size."
I lay there in his arms and I digesting this information. I wouldn't make an issue out of it even though I wanted to find out what it felt like.
Morris held me in his arms till I fell asleep. I woke up a while later and felt his prick against my stomach. It was hard. I slipped down and took it in my mouth. I sucked gently until he was thrusting his hips forward and I knew he was awake. I sucked harder and bobbed my head faster. I got what I wanted. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, his prick shot his cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all and lapped the drippings off of his balls.
Morris lapped my cunt till I couldn't take any more and had to push him away. We slept in each other's arms for the rest of the night.
I didn't sleep in my own room for the rest of the visit. When Morris was at work the next day, I searched David's graphics for things that we hadn't done. I found a few, and we tried them all except those that had something cruel about them. Neither Morris or I were interested in anything like that.
As much as I wanted to see my mother again, I was sorry when she came home and my stay with Morris was over.