This story is intended for grownup only. It depicts sex between girls not yet of age. If this offends your sensibilities, I'm sorry, as that was not my intent. The author does not excuse or endorse any of the natural process detailed in the story, some of which may be illegal in certain jurisdictions. Indeed, the author utterly condoms any conformation of actual abuse, physical, sexual or psychological or worked up, to any person of any age. figure are from the authors imagery, and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or someone, living or dead is entirely coinciding,

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PART ONE
Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 years and four months old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm happy enough, I'm cute, I mean, If I don't say it, who will ? I weigh about 92 punt, and I'm a senior at Sacred inwardness honorary society. I play soccer, eat and sketch, in that parliamentary procedure. We live some ten geographical mile from Town, so I usually ride the school day bus to schooltime. I like it out here in the body politic, scads of trees. No, we don't live on a farm, that would entail getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cows and muck out the stalling -- Not for me Thank you.

We may as well get this over with now. I am cursed ! Why ? Because I have a brother, Sam, and what makes it a curse, is that he is older, wise to, stronger and even more of an ass than I am. truth be told, I do love him, particularly when he's at float pattern, baseball practice or basketball practice. No really, we just like to out-do each other in put-downs.

I walk out to the kitchen, where Mom is still putting the ravisher in the automatic washer"Morning Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that funny look, I hope you're not smoking pot again."“ No, Sam was teaching me how to kiss."“ You know Mom, that guy is a true expert, if he wasn't so ugly, I could go for him !"“ Well, how long did this family last ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half hour, forty-five minutes, I don't know."She give me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he stool your panties wet ?"I grin sheepishly,"Yeah, but that was because he kept poking me, with his you know what."

Actually, I'm an out-of-door person, I like to hunt and shoot, or just go traipsing around the in the woods behind our firm, lots of cervid back there, if you're quiet. Lot's of tick too. It's hush out here, just the squirrels, the shuttle and those noisy toad frog over at the pond. A great place to relax, get over a temper fit or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not hermits, We do possess some neighbors near us. OK, it's maybe a half geographical mile down the route on both sides. But fortunately for me, I am not really a the great unwashed person, you know ? I have my acquaintance, but frankly, I enjoy being by myself, or just around Mom and Dad and what's-his-name.

Brian and Catlin, are my parents, my Dad and Mom, are the best parents I could possibly give. And really, my most rock-steady booster. I variety of have a fellow, but it not very serious, I'm sorta not allowed to stimulate a fellow. We're at that stage where he wants to get into my pants, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Clive can be a real jerky.

My Mom is a halt at home daughter, and I think we bonded shoemaker's last year, or maybe eight days ago, I forget. She is the cagey person I know. She has this wicked smile, like she knows that I masturbate -- but golly, don't all kids do that ? And how does she have it off any anyway ? It's not like I do it every nighttime -- maybe every other Night. Mom and me are crocked, we have no secrets !

Dad's a script surgeon at ostracism County hospital, and he's cool, I think he's one friend I can always intrust, depend on, you know what I mean ? Daddy is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my cover. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 years old, like an adult. Although He won't let me have a car of my own, even though I can probably drive and parallel Park better than he can ! Because Dad is a specialist, he has more resign time than about MD's, so we get to spend much more time together. Dad has a medical office here at our house, but I think now that's just for emergencies, more that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life, my mutation is association football, I love soccer. It's a variation where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or popular ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can quetch that ball 60 fuck chiliad ! excuse my language, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to work most of the goals, and it give's me a fortune to be really think of, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your bureau harm, you know ? I really need an wall plug for all that DOE, sometimes, otherwise I'd just scream -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the former team, and scares the bejabbers out of the rival musician, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a mystic, We all, well, most of us learn a shower, after a game. Our school exhibitioner is one of those sappy ones that the nebulizer headway are on a big nitty-gritty military post, in the center of the shower room, and we all just gather around in a circle. Well, there we are, defenseless, bumping into each other, and of course there's lots of giggling, fun and dirty jokes, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my team mates raw. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Clive, he's my swain, we have sorta a rocky human relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real cute. So I have, on function, let him feel my breasts, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you think he's happy with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, train it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a fool to ever let him fumble me the first time ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let boy go. Give me a fault !

Now I know you're wondering, No, I've never been fucked ! Gee, I'm only eight teen, for god's sake ! Dad hates it when I use the F word, tells me to find another word or just dumb show, but you can't pantomime on the phone ! That's way too much effort for the F word, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the phone ! God, it's, it's just a word, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than mess of my acquaintance.

You know I think piece of the reason I don't have hang-ups, like sex, boozing, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our family we see each other naked pretty often, especially in the hot months, it's a heck of a lot more comfortable to just go bare minimum, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels great in the summertime. I think it gives you a lot of self esteem, like you are really soul. I don't flaunt it, in fact very few of my supporter know I'm a half-ass nudist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a heat pond, so you don't have a heart tone-beginning when you dive in, like you would in common cold water supply ! Since we're in sorta a secluded location, as long as we don't have company, we just go bare ass. Only exhilaration I have in the pool, is when Sam and I wrestle for the ball, or something, and all that body get through give Sam a hard on ! We all swim pretty a great deal every day. It's a great way to stay in configuration ! We even have a guy that comes around once a week, takes care of the pond, does a cracking job. He does it in the morning time, while I'm snoozing in my comfortable bed.

The four of us have a neat relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each other naked so often, we have few secrets -- we know each other better ! I suppose we're more like a really special family unit, reason in our sign of the zodiac we don't have a lot of rules, early than to be clean and don ‘ t pick on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one felicitous someone, and gets off with our family, she has so often fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a killer consistence, sort of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to shag !"Sam is always telling her all the guy cable say that's what she is, MILF. I like that, I think it's cute. She just grins and smack him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims lap covering every day, more than than I do. Don't know how, but she can outlast me ! Sorta scary, isn ‘ t it ? Her tit are on the small side, sorta of like mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This eve Dad's in a great mood, so I screw up the courageousness him, asked if he thought my boob are too small-scale ? Anyway, Dad thought and thought, then asks me,"What do you retrieve, kiddo ?"Then he asks,"How old are you any way ?"“ well duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and tells me,"I recommend you let me rub down your tit for about 20 or 30 minutes, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to obliterate that laughing sound coming from her focal point. I only ask personal question like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, Sweetheart"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age breasts, but let's see."“ Stand up Hon, and take off your T-shirt, will you ?"He keeps a heterosexual person look as he asks,"Are any of your acquaintance -- boy complaining ?"“ Any girlfriend complain ?"I give him a stern feeling, but he continues as though he's enjoying this !

I strip my T off and Daddy looks at my breasts. Naturally Mom comes over to join in -- everybody's invited, of course. My Mom can be depended to bewilder up for me, after all, I am her favorite ! Naturally, Mom says the mandatory"Darling, You have really nice, sexy breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in front of him, up close of course.

"Sweetheart, I'm a Doctor, and as your family physical, I can assure you, that for a fille your age, your state of development, and your chest are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like height, some kids grow faster, and in the same way, some girls start bosom development at different geezerhood, but that is all normal, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for sermon, but I think my chest sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just need reassuring, from pappa, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In lawsuit I didn't tell you, we're from a foresighted line of Huggers !"Don't you guys forget, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to withdraw me to soccer praxis in the morning."

Most of the lady friend I know go in their bedroom and lock the door when they masturbate. Don't have the foggiest idea why that's necessary ! At least you can pry pry that information out of girl, they admit it. At to the lowest degree most of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to admit he masturbates eight daylight a week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a vampire or something. Like it's a mortal sin, or a felony for God's sake ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at school if masturbation was a mortal sin, but the adept nun just told me to see her after form ! No thank you, see that lecture already.

I don't know, at our home, yeah, we go into our sleeping room to masturbate, I guess, to the lowest degree I do, but we never bother to shut the door, like Dad says, doing it is just normal sexual doings."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every morning in the shower ?"At that, of row Sam sneers,"How do you know, Twerp, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him happy, isn't it ?"“ Do it myself, once in a great while."Mom bursts out laughing.

When I first discovered sex, I think I was about seven years old, and seeing Dad with an erection variety of scared the shit outa me, Anyway, I thought pop had some horrible disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and Mommy and I played with his hard penis, to tell the trueness, I think I prefer his member hard and crocked, instead of soft and floppy. I sometimes go in their bedchamber early in the break of day, crusade I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful erection. Dad has a squeamish penis, he's cut. But when it's hard, it sorting of curves up, like it's trying to point at his nose. It's Brobdingnagian, believe me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big hard-on scared my bosom, so they stopped growing ? About every morning, I stick my head in Sam's room, just to check. He's cut, just like Dad is, And yeah, he's usually laying there asleep, all sprawled out, his peter sticking straight up !

Dad explained that when a guy wakes up with a full bladder, it presses on his prostate blah bombast blah. Personally I think he's having a really sexy dream ! But he denies that."It's just normal, Kara Darling"Which is his favorite facial expression. I'm really separate of pleased When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a doc, I get so practically advice, like"Wash yourself in the cascade, don't just suffer there !, and"Don't talk with your sass full Hon."You know, it's kind of a kin joke, but nearly lady friend my age have tit, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breasts are still piddling cones, with itty-bitty nipples, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink mammilla instead of literal dark mamilla -- she's says that because Daddy loves them so much. My nipples nipples are lots bigger than hers, but only cause my mammilla are big and puffy. Mom says Aunt Jean had puffy nipples, and I probably inherited that trait from her. But then we've always referred to her as crazy old aunt dungaree ! God, I hope citizenry never call me loony old aunt Kara ! Truly, I think I have nice breasts, shaped sorta like if you slice an apple in half, that would be my breast, you know ? Well, maybe a sorta small apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and Daddy naked a lot allows me to sorta be happy with myself -- my body I mean. I see a lot naked the great unwashed at School, miss anyway, in the locker elbow room or in the shower bath. Big boobs, tiny dope, but only one or two former young woman with tumid tit ! I suppose my titty are hunky-dory just the way they are, maybe a little on the light weight position. But for one thing, I hardly ever have to wear a bra, except to school. When I was a freshman, Sister Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear bras'at Sacred Heart."fountainhead that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the house naked. I wonder if nun's masturbate ? I wonder if the founding father McClain ever fucks them ? All of them ?

I talked to my Mom one night, After Dad had already gone to bed. It was summertime, and we were both out in the hot tub, and as common, we were bare ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to worry about suntan, and in the evening, it ‘ s first-rate nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to utter to her about sex for a minute, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? wellspring Duh, Mom, it's on my mind sort of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the more you get the aphrodisiacal your thoughts become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you feel like you are ready to have sexual carnal knowledge ?"I thought about it a hour, and told her"At school, Mom, I think a lot about intercourse, and my thanks is usually wet panties. Mom laughs at that"I suppose it ‘ s a in effect thing then, that they make you put on undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am ready to have sexual intercourse."“ I sorta deprivation to experience it, yet I don't want to get that involved, you know what I mean ?"“ I know perfectly well, Kara, I've been here done that."I laughed, and she joined in. Then she asks,"Do you have anyone special in mind Honey ?"“ Like maybe Baron Clive of Plassey ?"“ It seems you said he is interested in you."“ No “, I replied,"Clive is a tot jerk-off, he's only is worry in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a girl's vagina is in front or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will have to take in your linguistic communication, there's an adult nowadays, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, individual experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one crack passel, you know, and I would hate to waste it on some fool boy !"“ All the eligible boys I know, are way too juvenile."They are all too frigging immature, really, for me to even consider."“ I want a more receive man, maybe like one who won a gold medal in fucking, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"dear your dad is already taken, Sorry !"

"beloved, what in especial are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ Well, I want a man, one who knows his way around a young lady's consistency, like how to hold me one orgasm after another, maybe ten times !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's pap are surd, and helpfully, I point that out to her. She punches me, and says,"I think we should get your dad out here to keep this conversation nice and clean !"I hit her on the arm. Thinking about that. Then we hug."You know Mom, that's not a bad musical theme !"

Mom puts her hand on my arm, and William Tell me,"I think you're ripe, Kara, you are growing up, and those thing will only go a lot more important to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just enjoy it."It's your life."“ William Tell you what, beloved, tomorrow let's ask your Daddy if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic exam, and just may we should imagine about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked grinning."Regulate your periods !"

The next morning, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking last night, and we both feel that maybe it time we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on birth control pills."Daddy looks at me and says,"How old are you now kiddo."“ Dad, I'm xiv, don't you remember, I didn't get a car for my birthday."“ Someday, Kara, you'll be grievous and it will scare the shite out of me !"“ Language, pappa"I reminded him.

The next day was Sunday, and the clinic would not be busy, so after breakfast, Dad and I drove down to the hospital."spooky ?"he asks me."I ‘ m minuscule frighten, to recite the accuracy, I remember I had an exam when I was younger, cause I had started my periods, but I was a vernal girl then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's form dissimilar, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my vacillation, because he asks me,"lulu, do you desire me to do the examination, or would you rather one of the intern do ?"Without hesitation, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"Shit !"says Daddy suddenly,"we forgot to bring in Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- intemperate. It took us about a half hour to push down to his federal agency. We walk over to GYN, and feeling for an empty test room. Dad asks Patty, one of the nurse,"Good cockcrow Pat, my daughter here want to get a pelvic, could you assist ?"“ Of form Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help out, Kara, and even curb your hand if you want me to."I know Patty pretty well, she's a neat little girl.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on birth control."“ Does that think of you have a special boy, already picked out, and you're going to take that big jump rightfulness into his bed ?"I shook my head and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a gown, I shook my head no."Why bother,"I laughed,"I may as well not be wearing it, right ?"and we laugh again, as she says,"You have a good distributor point there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the high-pitched exam board. Patty took my blood atmospheric pressure, and stuff like that.

A few arcminute later, Dad came in."Are you decent ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me Daddy !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder joint, and touching my tit, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for ball, he asks,"Have you been doing your steady boob test, Honey"?"No lumps or sore spots, no discharge from the nipples ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a nice young lady, Daddy."Patty giggles.

He feels both my breasts very carefully, including my nipples, proclaims,"No problem here !"“ Let's lay back, Honey"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my tummy, twosome of places, and then listens to my eye. He always presses that stethoscope thingy on my pelt so gently ! He looks over at Pat,"She feels sorta dumpy Pat, what should we do with her ?"“ I think she needs a January 1 Doctor !"Pat replies with a directly face. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my dick off, prospicient time ago !"That gets a laughter all around.

"Patty, why don't you help Kara into the stirrups."Since I had a pelvic exam once before, I know all about that. It wasn't 60 second, before my legs were gamey in the air, and wide-eyed apart."I'd peck rather be out there playing soccer,"I mumble. Daddy looks up from the chart."Just commend, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my little part, sorta afraid of a surprise."Well, we could give birth a socio-economic class of unseasoned houseman, in here to honour your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to bust a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her brain."You're dreadful, Kara."

END OF function ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical teaching in gender .