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 A sequel to SinDetension, if you haven't already read it.  Also, "Tell your
Friends!"

   While there is no main character, the central one is a child molestor.
Which is bad, Mmkay?  She makes it sound good, but she lies.  Just so you
know, she's lying, to get what she wants.  Don't You Believe It!

   Astrid (Fb Mole)

   "Were's your mom?"

   "Your one of her students?"

   "No," giggle "It's summer, silly." And she quit teaching.  "But she's
helping me get into high school."

   "Your in High School?"

   "No, it's summer.  I'm gonna be a freshman, next year." But at least I
don't have to do summer school this year.

   "She's writing."

   "Oh, so we better not disturb her.  Come on, you want to go play?"

   "Yeah!  I don't know any high school kids."

   "Uh!" I just told him!  "Well," Twice, "Where do you hang out around
here?" Not my neighborhood, but really nice.  Big yards, and beautiful
houses, like his.  Her husband must make a lot of money, but she doesn't
want me to hang out, around her family.  I giggled.

   "What?"

   "Oh, nothing." Probably cause our little secret.  "What do you like to
play?" She don't wanna get caught, like I can't keep a secret.

   "I don't know, stuff?"

   "Well, my favorite game is fashion show."

   "Sounds like a girl game."

   "Nu uh, boys can play too.  There's boy models, and there beautiful,
like you."

   "Ngh!" He just laughed.

   "You are pretty, you know."

   "Boys aren't pretty!"

   "Why not?"

   "It's gay."

   "Nu uh, lots of girls like pretty boys.  Like Brad Pitt."

   "Justin Bieber?"

   "Yeah, he's real pretty, and all the girls love him."

   "Yeah, my sister really likes him." Well, maybe I'll talk to her later.

   "So the boys hate him, and call him gay.  It's not gay, they just say
that, cause there jealous."

   "You really think I'm pretty?"

   "Yeah, you look so much like your mom." Only with short hair, I just
tousled a little.  Not to mention young, and a boy.  "Huh!"

   "Your prettier."

   "Yeah?" I thought, "Well, it's just cause you don't know how to show
your beauty.  Here." I squatted down.  "There's lots of ways to show off
beauty.  First have a look at your face." I looked for my mirror.

   "If your not in school, how cum you always got a backpack?"

   "I don't like purses?" I found it, "Here." unwrapped it to show him. 
"See?" He looked, but shook his head.  "The first secret is to look pretty,
you have to feel pretty.  Do you?"

   "Yeah," he guessed, "A little."

   "Well, the prettier you feel, the more beautiful you'll look.  You got a
girlfriend?"

   He laughed, "No."

   "Well, let me show you how to feel pretty, and find a girlfriend.  You
like girls, right?  Yeah, well girls like confidence.  Not boys that feel
ashamed of being pretty.  So, you know any girls you like?"

   "Well, I like you."

   "Yeah," play hard to get, "But I'm too old for you.  I'm almost in high
school." But I don't really like kids my age, there ugly, and they don't
know how to have fun.  He looked down, and covered his mouth.  "What?"

   "Where's your underwear?"

   "I don't like it." He didn't look away, though, and I was starting to
warm up.  "Did your momma ever tell you not to look at girls underpants?"
He just nodded, but his hands slowly sank down from his mouth.  "Well, boys
can't look at my panties if I don't wear none," I giggled.  so they can see
me.  "You ever seen a girl naked?" He shook his head.  "Well, I'll show
you, but you have to take your clothes off, too.  Fair's fair." I stood up,
"Come on," too his hand, "I'll show you, and it'll make you feel real
pretty."

   I thought she'd be like one of them smothering moms.  You know, cause of
how she treats the kids in her classes, but it turns out she ignores her
kids, which is a real shame.  Kids need love, to feel their beauty, and
there not gonna learn that from other boys.  Boys make up stupid stuff,
like pretty boys are gay, or it's sissy, cause there jealous.  That's why I
like kids there age, it ain't to late to learn this stuff, and nobody else
is gonna teach him.  Ironic, cause his mom was a teacher.  She even says
Pay Attention!  I guess it's easier said than done.

   I always could see this stuff, I don't know why nobody else does.  So, I
guess that's my duty, my mission is to show the world all the hidden
beauty. So they can stop hating, and being so ugly to everyone.  It's slow
going, cause I have to show everyone one at a time, but I'm young, and I
got years and years.  Also, it helps to use media, like word of mouth.  I
show one person, and they can tell there friends.  Then they can grow up,
and show thousands.  So anyway, that's my plan, that's how I'm gonna change
the world.

   "Here," I stop, and pull up my dress.  "Well, get it out.  I want to see
it.  Fair's fair, and I bet it's really pretty too." That's how you make
them feel beautiful, you tell them enough, and they finally start to
believe it.  "Oh!" It's not even hard!  "You play with yourself?" He just
stared, and shook his head.  "Here," I sat on my back pack, "Let me show
you, it's easy." I don't wear bras neither.  My boobs aren't big and saggy,
but he don't mind.  "You can touch them, if you like.  Nh!  Yeah, feel them
real good." There, I pulled it out, and it starts swelling.  It's cute, but
he's too little to cum for real.  Too bad, but I can show him how, for when
he gets older.

   "Yeah," just put down my dress to lay on, "Just keep on doing that." He
got the hang of it.  "Hh, yeah!" I feel so hot, and fat.  A little damp,
but with him watching me, and beating off.  "Just keep doing that until you
feel beautiful." But I have to lick my fingers real good.  To rub them in
my hot fat snatch.  "Hhn, yeah!" Switch fingers to lick them, and put them
down there wet.

   I don't know what's wrong with me, but it takes a lot.  It really helps
to have such a cute little boy watching me, and beating off, but I feel
homesick, too.  I mean, it's okay, but I miss my friends, and especially
Jang.  It's a shame they took him to jail, I told them it wasn't like that,
he didn't make me do anything, and it was all my idea.  But I guess they
don't care that I was taking pictures of him, and they even took my
pictures away, but that ain't helping.  They should've sent me to jail. 
"Yeah!" I bet there's all kinds of girls in training school, nasty girls,
and I can get my finger in.  All those nasty girls, I bet they'd love it
when I tell them I'm in for child porn, or even better.

   Hate it.  Hate me so much they wait to get me alone, gang up, and rape
me.  "Nh!" Yeah.  Slap my tits, and ass, and face, and force me down, and
tear off my uniform.  Force all these things in me, and I have to pull it
out so the juice can squirt out.

   "Hehehah!" Blink.  Oh yeah.

   "Nh!" Rub it in, I'm nice and wet now, and it's running down.  So, I can
put my hip up and reach back.  They wouldn't stop there, of course not. 
"Come here.  Down here, yeah.  Mh!"

   It's little, such a cute little thing, but guys lie.  They say you need
a big one, or girls care about how big it is.  Well, some girls, believe
that I guess, but I don't need a big one.  Just a finger in my butt, and
another in my dripping snatch.  And a cute little boy dick to suck on. 
Yeah, I'll be all right here, I just need more friends.

   Now I just need to slap it in good and hard, so it hits my fresh shaved
snatch, and stabs in and out hard, and wiggle the finger in my ass. 
"Neah!" He starts beating it again, but now it's nice and wet with his
spit. "Unh!" Some more squirts out on my leg for me to wipe up, and sniff,
and taste my cum.  "Uhohohoh!" But now my asshole feels so much better, so
I do that.

   He giggled again, "You like it in your butt!"

   "Nhn!" I sat up.  "You want to try it?"

   "I don't know."

   "Hiheah!  You'll like it.  Oh, it's not gay, see?  I'm a girl, it's not
gay if you do it with a girl, and look how wet and slippery my fingers are.
You're so pretty, it made me so hot, and wet, and cum for you.  And ooh,
you got such a pretty little ass.  Come here, let me kiss it for you. 
Mwlwhwhwl!"

   "Heheaha!" He squirms, "It tickles!"

   "Hold still," I dip some of my juice out with my pinky.  "Bend over a
little, and relax."

   "Nh!" Just a little, but I wiggle it in some more, and pull it out. 
"Ngh!" It puckered, so I kissed it again, and swirled my tongue around in
there.  It's so nasty, but he's so young it's just white.  Not even a
little pink, and tight, and wet, so I just swirl my tongue around in there
some more.

   "There, that wasn't too bad, was it?"

   "No," he rubs his cheeks, "Nh!  That was really nice, I like it.  Do it
again!"

   Yeah, everyone likes it, they're just scared that it's dirty, or gay. 
But it feels good, it always feels good or your doing it wrong, and when
they're this young, they can feel this better then their cute little dicks.
And besides, even when they start coming, they stop like that's it, but
that doesn't have to be it.  Not if you know what you're doing, and I can
do this for hours.  I love it, making him feel good like this, but I try my
pinky again, and he's nice and loose.

   "Yeah."

   "Ah ah ahah!"

   He likes it!  He can't keep it up, but he doesn't have to.  His bald
little ball bag is so tight it wrinkles, and feels really good when I rub
that, like my pussy when it's all hot, and fat, and wet.  So, I finger some
more juice out, and it's so fun, I stop a moment to sit back, and slap till
I squirt.  "Neah!" Shake my fingers back and forth so it squirts real far
like piss.

   "Uh, can you finger my butt some more?"

   "Yeah." He loves it.

   "Nh, oh, oh oh ohohohohoahhHH!" Now my fingers are nice and slippery, so
I can rub his ball bag, and that makes it even better.  And his butt until
it gets nice and shiny, then I have to finger more out, so he rolls over.
On his back, so I get up on my knees, and he can look up.

   "Hnnnneahneahneahneah!" It squirts right away, so I shake my fingers
real quick, and it runs down my legs, and I cum all over him.  All over his
cute little beautiful boy body.  "Hhuh!" I thought, I liked getting
facials, but now I rub it all over my face.  "Hheah!" I thought I wouldn't
like it, cause I'm straight, and other girls always smelled bad when they
get stinky, but I guess it's like smelling your own fart.  I like mine, and
rub it all over my body.  My little breast bumps, they don't even boob, but
my nipples are so swullen they ache, but I'm satisfied.

   Lucian (bG Ince)

   She said if I had any friends, I can show them, but I don't have any
girl friends, and I'm not gay.  But I went home, and I was so stinky from
it.  "Where were you?" My sister stopped me, "And ewe, what've you been
getting into?" She sniffed.  "What is that."

   "Hihin!" I went downstairs, so mom wouldn't hear us up in her office. 
But she followed me,

   "Lucian, what is it?"

   "You know that girl, mom's tutoring?" Since she quit her job.  "It's her
sex."

   "No," she covered her mouth, "She had sex with you?"

   "Nhn!" She shut the door.

   "No, you're lying."

   "Yeah, huh!  She peed it all over me, like pee, but it's not pee.  It
came out of her sex.  We didn't have sex, really." I think, "I mean, she
played with herself, and." I remember, but I don't tell her that.  I just
squeeze my but, "And, and she.  She sucked on it."

   "Really?" I nodded, "She's a slut.  I heard she's a slut, but I never
thought she'd do it with my little brother."

   "She said I'm beautiful."

   "Your not, you ugly little shrimp."

   "Yeah huh!  I'm pretty, and there's nothing wrong with it!  Your pretty
too, so why can't I be pretty?"

   "Your a boy."

   "So?  Boys can be pretty to.  Fair's fair, I'm pretty just like Justin
Beiber."

   "Nuh uh, your not that pretty!"

   "Well, maybe not, but I'm pretty," I pointed, "You just said it!"

   "Okay, maybe a little, but leave him out of it."

   "Well, he is out of it.  I know you love him and all, but he doesn't
even know you exist.  You're never gonna get with him, never in a million
years, and he's probably got a hundred girlfriends lined up in front of
you."

   "Your so mean!" She pushed me.

   "Yeah, well.  You're pretty!"

   "What?  Don't say." Wait.  "Uh, you really think so?"

   "Yeah," what did she say, "It must run in our family, cause you look so
much like mom.  Only younger, and prettier," and she started blushing.

   "Your just saying that."

   She was right!  I felt pretty, and it worked!  Girls really do like
confidence, and boys that feel pretty, so we can show how beautiful we are,
instead of hiding it cause mean old boys say were ugly.  "No, girls just
call you ugly," I heard it, "Cause there jealous.  Like you called her a
slut, because she likes sex, when there's nothing wrong with it.  Everyone
likes sex, they just call you slut cause there jealous."

   "They don't call me slut."

   "No, they call you ugly, because your beautiful, and they hate that. 
Come on," there's a shower in the downstairs bathroom.  "Let me show you."

   "What?"

   "Well, I got to wash all this off," it was really starting to stink,
"But I saw how she done it," and even felt it in my butt, but I don't want
to tell her about that.  "So, I think I can show you, how to feel
beautiful."

   I shut the door, but she seen me naked before.  She's my sister, we
don't walk around naked all the time, but I known her all my life, and she
seen me naked.  She used to help change my diapers, and everything.  "She
told me, the secret to beauty is feeling pretty." I tapped her chest, "On
the inside.  You play with yourself?"

   "Luke!" She covered her mouth, and giggled.

   "It's all right.  Girls do it too." She told me, "There's nothing wrong
with it, they just say there is, but there lying."

   "Well, she is really beautiful."

   "Well, that's her secret, she told me.  Um," I have to remember, "She
said a lot, but.  You know, makeup, right?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Yeah, well she doesn't wear it, because it covers up the real thing. 
Like blush, your blushing, and that makes you even more beautiful." I just
kicked my clothes in the corner, cause there's no hamper.  Or soap, or
shampoo, we don't really even use it unless we're watching TV down in the
den, or the grandparents come over for Christmas, so there's really just
toilet paper, and a lot of stuff we're not using for storage.  I wrinsed
off, "Hand me that blanket." Cause there's no towels, neither, and I don't
want to send her up to get some.

   "You know, you do look a little prettier, now."

   "I know, right?  She told me, she called it confidence." Justin Beiber's
got a lot of it, but she doesn't want me to talk about it.  "Take your
clothes off."

   "I already had a shower."

   "No, not to get clean, to get sexy.  She showed me, so I can show you,
and then you can show your friends."

   "Hihihn, what?"

   "Beauty.  That's what we're talking about, uh!"

   She just covered herself, didn't even take anything off.

   "It's not like I never seen you naked either, why're you so shy all of a
sudden?"

   "I'm not, I just feel a little weird, is all."

   "Well, that's normal, but weird how?"

   "Well, you know." I shook my head, "Like I do when I think about boys.
But not like you' because you're a little boy, and you're my brother!"

   "Yeah, I know.  So, you don't have to worry about falling in love or
anything.  I love you, you're my sister, but that means we're not going to
be like, boyfriend, and girlfriend.  So, I can show you, and make you feel
beautiful, and there's nothing wrong with it.  Come on." In the spare room.
I took the blanket off, and put it on the bed.  "Lay down, and relax."

   "Okay."

   "You are beautiful.  So beautiful, the other girls feel ugly." And make
her feel ugly, "They are ugly, compared to you, you're the most beautiful
girl in the whole school."

   "No, Astrid is."

   "Yeah, okay." She's right, "So next to Astrid, but you know, she doesn't
call you ugly or anything, right?"

   "No, she doesn't really talk to me."

   "Yeah, because mom doesn't want her to, but she told me." Yeah, "She
told me you're the prettiest."

   "No, she is."

   "Yeah, but she doesn't see it.  Look, you can't see yourself, from
there." I pointed at her eyes, "So she can't either, but she can see you,
and tell me you're the prettiest.  Not counting herself, and besides she's
going to highschool, anyway.."

   "Oh," she smiled, "She really said that?"

   No, "Yeah," I nodded, "And she showed me, how to feel it on the inside,
so I can show you."

   "Is that why she did it with you?"

   "I told you, we didn't do it, we just fooled around, and played with
ourselves." Then she put her finger in my butt.  "But you feel beautiful
now, right?"

   "Yeah," she smiled.

   "I can see it.  So, let me show you."

   "Okay," she unbuttoned her shirt.

   "You got more boobs."

   "Yeah, she's really skinny."

   "Yeah, and she doesn't have no hairs." She does, I saw them before.

   "She shaves them," She nodded.

   "You don't?"

   "No, that's.  Slutty."

   "So, there's nothing wrong with that.  Now, lay back, and relax."

   In her underwear, I rubbed her legs like I saw Astrid do.  "There,
doesn't that feel nice?"

   "Yeah."

   "Snh!" She didn't smell, as much.  I could smell it, but even in the
guest room, it wasn't as much as Astrid, out in the open.

   "I feel hot."

   "And wet?" She said I was so pretty, it made her hot and wet.

   "Mh?" She had her eyes closed, though.  "I don't know."

   "Well feel it." I took her hand, and put it between her legs.  But I
kept looking at her boobs.  I seen them, I noticed, but it's not like I
looked at my sister, before.  Not like that, she's my sister, but she
showed me.  "It helps, if I.  If you feel your chest too." But she was
rubbing her panties.  She doesn't wear underwear, she lied about it, but it
was funny, and I think it was a joke, "So, I'm going to rub your chest a
little."

   "Luke!" She looked.

   "See?" I pointed down, "I'm not even getting hard."I don't even know
why, "Relax, okay?" but she's my sister.  "I'm just going to help you, feel
beautiful." I touched one, but she let me.  "There," even squeezed it a
little.  "Doesn't that feel nice?" Maybe now she won't be so mean.

   "Mhm?" Her fingers started moving, on her panties again.

   "Good," I really liked, just squeezing her boob.  "Just think about
boys."

   "Huh!" Her lips got really big, and red, too.  Just like lipstick, like
she said.

   "Well," I let go, "I'm gonna go." I was getting hard again, and she's my
sister.  But she didn't stop, so I looked back, and she was pulling her
panties out.  To feel inside, so I closed the door.  I guess I can play
with myself, if I don't think about her, cause she's my sister.  Another
girl then, with more boobs than Astrid.

   I like boobs, and she doesn't really have any.  A little, but not
enough, so I get out the underwear ads, and look at them in my room.

   Astrid (fG...)

   "Hey," he was waiting down the stairs.

   "What do you want?" It was a mistake, and now he probably had a crush on
me.

   "Uhm, I was talking to my sister, and I was wondering, if you can talk
to her."

   "About what?"

   "Beauty.  I told her, but I think she really needs to hear it from you."

   "Oh, is she gay?"

   "No," he scratched his head, "I don't think so.  She likes Justin
Beiber, but the other girls, they call her ugly, and make fun of her, and
made her feel ugly.

   "Really?" I shook my head, "She's not." At all.

   "Yeah, I told her that.  And." He looked down, "That you said she was
the prettiest girl in school."

   "Ha!"

   "I know, you are, but.  I just thought, she needed to hear it, and it
would really help if you told her."

   "Okay," it's true.  I mean, maybe not the prettiest girl in school, but
after me.  "Where is she?"

   "Probably down in the guest room."

   "In the basement?"

   "Yeah, across the hall from the stairs."

   "Okay." So, I went down.

   "Uh!" Bieber, though?  I mean, he's all right, but his music really
sucks.

   ;

   Selene (Gf Bi)

   I don't know, maybe I'm into girls too, but ever since Lucian told me
boys can be pretty, and there's nothing wrong with it, I have to admit, I
like pretty boys.  Now, watching her stop, I never thought about it, but
she's really pretty more like a boy than a girl.  She doesn't act like a
girl, I mean other than being into fashion, but.  "I thought you didn't
wear underwear?" And, she's a senior, I don't know any seniors, and she's
so popular.  Even if all the other girls say she's a slut.

   "Not all the time." She shook her head.  "I don't really like it, but it
looks good."

   "Yeah," she's even got a, well, it's not a boyish body either.  But
she's so tall, and, thin, and flat chested, she doesn't need a bra, but "It
looks amazing on you." And matches the lace around her hips to hold up her
stockings.  And she's tall, and looks hard.  I mean, she doesn't have a
penis, but I don't even ever really think about penises.  I never seen
Justin's, just his body, but she's got a flat tummy, and it ripples when
she turns her hips, and spins them around and round.  Up and down, but back
and forth too, then she turns around, and her butt flexes under her panties
while she keeps doing that, until she turns all the way around.

   And feels up her hips, and tummy to her bra, and her back curves back so
her butt sticks out, and her hair hangs behind her with her neck stretched
out, and her chin pointing up at the ceiling.

   "Uh!" I close my eyes, but the picture of her, standing like that, it's
just like a picture I took with my brain, and projected up on my eyelids. I
don't have to see it, or look at her, I just have to close my eyes. 
"Hhhhhhn!" I wet myself, a little.  Or my fingers, I can feel it soak
between them, and I don't even have to rub them in, just pulled them tight,
and squeeze them with my legs, to make them stop shaking, but they don't.

   "HihHhHhH!" It keeps popping out in my fingers.  I don't even know what
it is, my cherry, maybe?  But I even feel my butthole tighten, and relax,
and I love how it pushes on my fingers, and sucks back, then pushes again.

   "Hih hih hin, hihn.  Hihhhn!" I start catching my breath, so I can
breathe deeper, but I squirted a little.  Just like Lucian said, when he
told me what she did.  She came on him, all over him, so he stank when he
got home, and ever since I smelled that, I started thinking.  Maybe.  But
"yeah," now I know for sure.  "I'm totally bisexual."

   "Good," she picked up her dress, and held it up.  Turned it around, then
slipped her hands in it to pull it on.

   "Huh!" I got up, "You think I could, feel your body?" It looks so hard,
and long, and, sexy!

   "Maybe some other time," she opened the door, and grabbed her backpack.
"I have to go, I have a date, and I'm already late."

   "With your Boyfriend?" I turned off the radio.

   "NO, my.  Well, she's not really my girlfriend, but she's bisexual too.
Huh!  It's, hard to explain."

   "Well," I didn't know there were more, "Can I come with you?" Then
again, I just now decided I'm bisexual, so I didn't think about it.

   "Yeah, come on."

   "Mom!" I called up the stairs, "I'm going out!"

   "Be back before dark." She looked out of her office, but Astrid was by
the door, so she didn't see her.  "And put some clothes on first."

   I giggled, "Well, I wasn't going, naked!" I went up to my room.

   "I'll meet you out front," she left, but came back with her car.

   "Hm," I just looked at my clothes, and felt between my legs.  Swiped
some out, and smelled it.  I licked it, between my fingers, and grinned. 
Figuring I might get to lick the real thing, soon.  But better not keep her
waiting, so I grabbed something, and made sure it matched.

   Helen (fG Talk Teen Sex)

   She was late, so late I started to worry she stood me up, and waited by
the window.  Until I saw her car, so I got up, and went down to the door to
meet her.  She drove off, and I was crushed, but then this girl came up, so
I opened the door.

   "Who're you?"

   "Selene?  Uh, Astrid said." She held up a microcassette, "Well, she told
me to give you this." She blushed, and looked down.  Biting her lip, and
stood.  Well, I'm not all that good with body language, but it looked to me
like she was either attracted, or thinking about;

   "Well, you want to come in?"

   "Yeah," she followed me, and I smelled it right away.  Stale, but she
had had sex, recently.  Or gotten pretty turned on in the car.  "Is she
your girlfriend?" Not really, but no telling what she told her.  It's the
kind of thing she would say, though.

   "Oh no, she's just tutoring with my mom."

   I stop.  "Oh," look at her.  "Cindy?"

   "Well," she laughed, "My dad calls her that." Blushed even harder. 
"Also, she went to my school."

   "Yeah, we're in her.  So, technically our school, but I never saw you
there."

   "Well, I was in 7th grade, and mom doesn't want me bothering her at
work, or she didn't.  So, most people don't know I'm her daughter."

   "You don't look anything like her." Maybe if I tilt my head a little,
but no.  I still can't see it.

   "So anyway," she closed the door, "Huh!  I told her, I was bisexual, but
since she's straight." I laughed.  "What?"

   "Well," it's her closet, "It's a bit more complicated than that, but
she's not straight." She likes girls just fine, too.  She's probably just
too old for her.

   "What about you?"

   "Bisexual," by default, "I guess, but really I'm a bottom."

   "What's that?"

   "Receptive," I tossed the tape on the valet, I can listen to it later,
but She definitely doesn't want Her daughter to hear it.  "Masochistic, I
don't really care who does it, but I really need to be Dominated."

   "You mean, like.  Kinky?"

   "Well, like that, but people, especially kids our age call anything they
don't understand `Kinky'." Sit down on my bed.  "Huh!  I'm a nerd, I talk
too much, and I'm sexually.  Well, I don't think there's a word for it, or
I would have found it by now, but I suppose Submissive should suffice."

   "So, Astrid dominates you."

   "Yeah," or your mom does, by corrospondance, and she doesn't want you to
know about her 17 year old girlfriend, because it's illegal as hell, and.
"Huh!"

   "I'm sorry, I can see that it hurts to talk about, so." She looks
around. Turns, pacing nervously, and I just wait for her to collect her
thoughts.  "You think, you might rather have sex?"

   "With you?" Well, that would be inappropriate!  "Yeah, you're rather
forward."

   "Oh, sorry." She sat down, "We can talk, if you'd rather."

   "No, it's okay.  That's what I need, in all honesty, and since she left
you with me.  I really need to be taken."

   "What do you mean, like a boy?"

   "If that's how you want to think about it, but you have to do it to me.
I can't, so.  Mh!" I relaxed, and just let her kiss me.  "Hnh!" I lay back.

   "Okay, but I don't know how."

   "This your first time?"

   "Well, kind of.  I fooled around a little," she looked away, "With
Astrid;" And?  I believe I detected an And in there.  From the way she said
it, but this was really starting to turn me on.  And frustrate me with
tension, like making me wait, and try to anticipate, which really works on
me.  I don't know why, or I would've figured it out by now, but this was
new, and different, and she's really not like her mother at all.  Which is
great, I'm just going to have to talk her through it, instead of the
ball-gag, which I'd really rather do.

   "Huh," She turned back.  "Okay, well.  Normally not talking, and being
silenced is a big part of it for me, but." If Astrid can do it, "I think I
can get you off, if you make me."

   "Hh!" She pushed me back down, and held my shoulders.  And kissed me,
some more, so i tried feeling her breasts.  Or, the start of breasts, she
said 9th grade, but with her mother, and no telling when she began puberty,
but she was growing, and had a couple hands full to turn her on with.

   "Huh!" She panted, and half stood up to pull her underpants down. 
"Touch me!" She put my hand up her skirt, and kissed me, but I know how to
do that.

   "No," I turned my head, "Don't let go.  Hold my wrist, tighter.  Yeah."
I slipped my fingertips up, and down, felt a little hair, and that included
on her legs.  She's hairy, which I was starting to like, but not like,
super hairy.  They're soft, and thin, and tiny, and there's not a lot of
them, but the odd sensation really did the trick for me.  It was new, she's
young and hairy.  I didn't know any girls that don't shave, at least their
legs before, and the contrast of that on her still young smooth skin.

   "HhH!" She pulled it out, "Lhn!" Licked my fingers, and swiped them down
her chin.  "Yeah, eat me." I had to turn the pillow, and bunch it up under
my head, but she kicked her foot out of her underpants, and climbed on my
face.  "Huh, yeah.  Eat it good."

   It was dark, and rough, she even hurt my nose a little, and i started to
drift.  Down in the dark, deeper and deeper so my thoughts went away.  So
all i knew was Her.  Holding me down, Her hot wet blood bloated cunt
fucking my face, and i licked Her.  Tasted Her.  So willing to please Her.
i know She was getting more out of my chin, and my nose, but that just made
me try harder.

   "Huh!  Yeah, fuck yeah, heah!" She grabbed my wrists, and pushed Her bra
up with my fingers.  i gripped them, but Her hands were so tight, and Her
tits shook in my grips from her frantic brutal fucking.  She fucked my
face, so hard i imagined Her scrubbing it off.  Wiping my identity away. 
Smothering me until i was gone and only existed for Her pleasure.  Her toy,
Her plaything, little more than a living dildo, i couldn't breathe.  Didn't
even want to, i could die smothered in her like this, happy.  i would die
happy, as long as it pleased Her.

   "HUHHH!" I gasped, and blinked in the sudden light, but I felt her
nails. Roughly scratching between my legs, literally ripping and tearing my
underwear out of the way to dive face first into me.

   "Oh, oh god, yes!  FUCK, oh fuck yes!" She devoured me, ate me alive,
and I floated back up.  Here, now, where I could see my own ceiling.  My
room, I was home, I was alive, I didn't die.

   "Ahfuck!  STOP, ow!" I had to push her off.  "Get OFF me!"

   "Sorry," she looked up.  From the floor next to the bed.

   I had to stop her, before she raped me!

   "Huh, come here." I cried, "Hold me, just hold me for now, okay?"

   "Okay."

   "It's okay, you got excited." I kissed her.  Capital I, kissed
lower-case her.  I could now.  "But that was intense, and we need to cool
down now."

   She cuddled.  "Good, I like this."

   "Good," I kissed her neck.

   "That was good.  Oh my god, that was so good, it was better than I could
possibly imagine."

   "I'm glad, but we're going to have to talk."

   "Now?"

   "In a minute, but.  Huh!  I think there's something wrong."

   "What, with me?"

   "I don't know, which is why we'll have to talk about it." But with her
mom, I have some idea where to start.

   "Okay," she sat up.

   "Huh!" Wish I had more time to collect my thoughts, but.  While it's
still fresh.  "You think, you could have raped me?"

   "I thought that's what you wanted."

   "No, kind of definitive." I picked up my glasses.  "But you hurt me, and
didn't stop when I told you to.  I had to push you off, to stop you, from
raping me." It still really hurts!  "Now, how do you feel about that?"

   "Bad," sincerely, "I'm so sorry, I just didn't know what I was doing."

   "Yes, however, at the time, you heard me say stop.  You had to, I
screamed it."

   "Yeah, I'm so sorry."

   "So, how did you feel, when I screamed?"

   "I don't know?  I just didn't think about it."

   "No, but now you can, so think about it."

   "Well, I just got off, and, I just wanted to taste you, and get you off
too."

   "Yeah, you're just too rough, I like that, I loved it when you
face-fucked me, but then your nails were too sharp, and you can't just,
stick them in like that."

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't know, it's my first time, and I didn't know
better."

   "I know, I get that, and up to that point, I understand it was just your
inexperience." We both nodded, "Do you masturbate, before?"

   "I just started."

   "Okay, but do you finger yourself, inside?"

   "No, I'm still a virgin, so I didn't want to break it."

   "Okay, good, then I started screaming, so what happened, when I did
that?"

   "I don't know?  I felt, mad?" She thought, remembered, "No, yeah."
Nodded, "It made me mad, and." She covered her mouth, "Oh my god, I was
totally about to rape you!?" She flashed back, and broke down crying, so I
hugged her, and held her.  "Uhuhuh!  I didn't, I wasn't even thinking,
rape. But, is totally, thought about.  I was going to fuck you.  My fingers
in you, because you screamed.  It made me want to make you scream!?"

   "Huh, okay.  It's okay, calm down now.  Catch your breath, and settle
down again."

   "HhHhH!" She shuddered, but subsided a little, and I let her go.

   "Feel better?" She shook her head.  "I don't want to hurt your feelings,
or scare you any more, but I have to tell you this.  It's important." She
looked up, and took her breath.  But braced herself.  "I think you might be
some sort of sadist, which is okay.  I'm a masochist, i can take a lot, and
it really helps put me in my place.  But i can't trust you, until you can
control yourself enough to do this without raping me."

   She held her arms.  "I understand."

   "You didn't.  You came close, but we managed to discover this before you
were able to go through with it.  So, for now, we can't do any bondage, so
i can fight you off.  I'll have to think about it.  How we can have sex,
safely, and hopefully that outlet can keep you from escalating to rape, but
let's get dressed.  You want a ride home?"

   "Yeah, okay." She just picked up her underwear, and her top.

   Selene (GF NS Work)

   So, she said to think about it, and write anything I come up with. 
"Especially fantasies."

   So first, I told mom: "I'm moving down to the spare room."

   "Is that how we ask for things?"

   "Mom!  I'm not a kid, I'm almost a teenager, and I need more privacy
now. I don't want Lucian coming in and seeing me in my underwear."

   "Wait," she put her hand up, "Stop, has he been looking at you in your
underwear?"

   Shit.  "Not like that." My face heated up, "I mean, it's not like he's
peeping on me, but he might have seen me, by accident." Or felt me up the
first time I really got off, "But it's not him.  We're just too close, I
don't like playing with him any more, and I really need my own room for
more privacy, and besides.  I can play my music as loud as I want without
bothering you." I offered.  "It was an accident.  I don't want to get him
in trouble, but I really just need my own room now."

   "Well," she pondered, "I suppose since I'm working from home, I don't
need the distraction."

   Good, then I don't need to tell her I know.  Well, I don't really, but
enough that I can save it for later, and find out more about what she's
doing with Astrid, and her girlfriend.  So now, with my own room, I can
have girls over, and maybe it would be nice to have girls.  "Huhaha!"
Plural, "Yeah," a whole bunch of girls to stink up the whole room.  So, I
can eat one, and another one go down on me, and finger 2 more, and, I need
to clear off my bed.

   No, My girlfriend now.  But, she dismissed me, so I went to grab my
things, and started carrying them downstairs.  Thinking about it, while I
work, I want her.  To be my girlfriend, she said Sadist, and Masochist, so
it's like we're perfect for eachother.  Not to mention, she's another one
with that, weird mix of boy and girl.  Not like Astrid, nor the complete
opposite, but she said she needs me to dominate her, and she's not pretty
like a girl, but really more nerdy, and handsome?  Yeah, I think she's
handsome, like a man, but still has long hair, and wears girl clothes, I
guess.

   "Huh!" I just folded the stack of pants over on the bed, and went back
up, then saw the mirror in my room.  So, that first, take a break, because
now I can see it.  Astrid is so beautiful, but tall, and hard, and kind of
straight?  In the body, I mean.  I'll try to figure out all these weird
sexualities later, but I realize I'm long overdue for a makeover.

   Take that down, but now I don't have a dresser to put it on, so leave it
on the bed, and can I really move it all by myself?  "Uh!" No.  I mean, I
can slide it, but it's heavy, and I'm not strong enough, but that just
makes me mad, and makes me think about the Boy/girl thing again.

   Boys are strong, right?  So, they just use that to make you feel weak,
and write that down real quick, because i think that's pretty important. 
[Strong, like a man.] Oh yeah, "Context?" [Me.] "Yeah." So, why don't I
just pick the good part, I like, and just thinking about how she wanted me
to hold her, I bet she'd like that too.  I could work out, right?  "Ew,"
trying to flex, but my arm just looks skinny, and girly.  Not even like
Astrid skinny, but.  Weak, and I hate that now.  I don't want to be weak,
so.  "Uh!"

   The drawers are kind of heavy, so I can take those down, and look at my
muscles, with the weight they kind of look stronger.  And I have 5 whole
drawers full of clothes, so I can carry those, and the 2 half size ones,
both of them stacked up together so I have to hold them closer together,
and.  "Huh!" That, flexes?  "Yeah," them together, different, so my arm
even looks different, but they're heavy enough, and I take my shirt off.

   Cause it's hot, not like sexy hot, but I am getting sweaty, and all this
heavy lifting is kind of fun, but I wonder why I never thought of this
before.  "Hm!" I think they look, a little bigger.  Right?  Well, anyway,
the dresser should be lighter anyway, so I grab a tank top, and head back
up for that.

   "Here, I'll help you with the furniture." Mom came in when she heard me
scraping it around again.

   "I can handle it mom," I picked it up, "See?  It's not too heavy."

   "It's too big.  Look, how you have to stand behind it to pick it up? 
How are you going to get it out the door, much less down the stairs like
that?"

   "Oh," I put it down.  My body's in the way, looking at the door.

   "You need to think these things through, so let me help you with it, so
you don't scrape it on the paint in the hall.  Unless you want to paint the
hall for me?"

   "No," well, "Maybe."

   She laughed, "You want to paint the hall?  I'll even buy it, I hate that
color anyway, but let's get this downstairs, and we'll talk about it." She
picked up one side, and backed out the door.  "Careful around the corner."

   "You remember, nh!" Bump, "In Tom Sawyer, when he's painting the fence?"
She grinned.  I know, she loves literary allusions.  "Yeah, mh!  Maybe I
can rope my brother into it."

   "Hahah, now pay attention going down the stairs.  I've got most of the
weight, so I don't want you to trip, and drop it on me."

   "Okay, nh!" But I really have to pull.  "Mh!  Set it down." The stairs
hold it anyway, so I bend down to grab it on the bottom.  "And, mH!"

   "Okay, watch your step."

   "OW!"

   "Uh!  You okay?"

   "Yh, just.  Nh!" Set it down.  "I broke my nails." Look at them, "Hm!"
Shrug, she doesn't like them anyway.

   "Well, let me get the clippers out."

   "What about the dresser?"

   "It's fine there, come on." She pulled the caddy out from under my bed,
so i turned the chair around at her vanity.  "Oh," she held up my pinky,
"Can't save much of this one." Still hanging on the side, and bleeding a
little.

   "Take them off."

   "What, all of them?"

   "Yeah," they're girly, "So they match?  I don't want to have some long
ones, and short ones, and besides I have a whole nother hand to scratch
with." So, she did my nails.  And that was kind of nice.  We never really
did things like this lately, I mean when I was younger, before she got so
into her work, and changed.  She changed, I don't think I even noticed it
was so slow, but I could almost see it again.  My old mom, I love her.  I
still do, but somehow I missed her when she was like this, and watched her
slowly slipping away.

   So, I guess that was kind of a goodby.  I'm not a teenager yet, but
that's when I stopped being her little girl.  I'm a teenager now, it wasn't
just having sex, or moving down to my own room, or even saying goodby to
the relationship I used to have with my mother, but all that put together,
until I finally grew up.  Or started, but I'm not a little girl any more.

   So, then I back down the stairs, but it wasn't too heavy, and I didn't
have to pull so my other nails snapped off, but "Here's fine." We set it
down.  "I can take it the rest of the way."

   "Good, I should probably get back to work."

   "Mom," she stopped, and looked back at the top of the stairs.

   "Yes?"

   "Thanks." It wasn't really goodby.

   "You're welcome," then she turned, and went up the other stairs.

   Then, I remembered what she said.

   Rape.

   So, I started thinking about that.

   Astrid (F/f)

   "HUH!" She pulled out of me, and hit the tape with a click.  "Huh, huh,
huh!"

   "Oh," she sat on the desk next to me, "There, there." Held my head, and
fingercombed through my hair.  "You learn your lesson?" I just nodded.

   "HhHhH!"

   "See you next week?" Loosening the straps from the sides so they hung
around the tops of her thighs, she unbuckled the belt, and pulled off the
rubber, to start cleaning it off in the sink.

   "I need a shower." I don't know how much longer I can do this.:

   "HhHhH!" It's not, that.  She didn't rape me, it was just a fantasy for
her long distance girlfriend, but she's 16.  "Heha!" It's even legal in
this state, but I think they're scared.  Why don't they just turn gay, and
get it over with?  She lies to herself, and is getting rougher, and I love
it.  That part, the sex, she puts me down so easy, and I love her, but.

   I'm cheating on, well both of them.  Playing the middle between them
like this.  Well, not the middle man, but you understand.  I can't imagine,
but now I'm going to have to go over there, and play Mr.  Davenport, so I
better get myself psyched up for that, but I'm just so tired and worn out,
I have to tell them.  "Yeah," have a little confidence, sure she's scary,
but I can't just keep doing this until she really does rape me, and then I
have to go rape her, and I just don't think I can do it any more.

   So, I get out, "Huh!" Psyche myself up, and dry off first.  She's
already zipping up my backpack, and picks up the towel from the bed to dry
her hands.  "I quit."

   "What!?" I knew she'd be mad.

   "I can't do this no more, and Helen's" Barely, "Legal now, but I just,
can.t Do this no more."

   "Any more."

   "I know!" Uh, "God, why do you have to be such a," calling her a bitch
won't do any good right now, "Teacher all the time?  It's starting to feel
like rape, and I don't want to rape me, okay?"

   "Oh, I'm so sorry."

   "Don't touch me!" She almost lost her balance in those heels.  "Nh!" I
fell down.

   "I'm sorry if that was a bit intense, but take some time off, and;"

   "No!  I quit.  Period, exclamation point, I'm fucking DONE!  Get it?" I
grabbed my bookbag, to go tell helen, and fuck her one last time.  It's not
her, it's not her fault being so needy, and I love her, I do.  I just don't
know what to do.

   "Are you okay?"

   "No." Wipe my eyes.  On the floor, at the botom of the stairs.  "Snh!"
She just stands there, looking at me.

   "Come on," she helps me up, "I just got my learner's permit, so I can
drive." I nodded, not wanting to even be in that house any more, or ever
again.  But I have a job to do, then I can quit, and then.  I don't know,
eat a bunch of pills and die, or something.  "Huh, snh!  Thanks."

   "You're welcome."

   "Can we just, talk about something else, right now?"

   "Well yeah, I was thinking about something, but.  I don't know if this
is the right time to ask."

   "Oh no," that's much better, "I hope I can help."

   "Well, I've been thinking, and I was wondering, if you think I look like
a boy, to you?"

   "Oh, you cut your hair.  No, it looks great, I mean it's real butch, and
all, but that doesn't make you a boy, or nothing?" I swear, I fight these
stereotypes every day.

   "Well, you're real good at fashion, so I was wondering, what you think
it would take then?"

   "Oh, you're not ugly, I told you that.  Huh!  The girls just picked up
on that, obviously you felt ugly, so the mean ones see that weakness, and
go for it."

   "Yeahbut, what if I wanted to." I just shook my head, "You know, look
more like a boy."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, don't tell mom."

   "Don't worry about that, I'd be happy if I never had to speak to her
again."

   "You just broke up with her."

   "No, I quit.  We never were really going out in the first place, you
know helen had the hots for her, so then I helped her seduce her, and then.
Well, I guess it started feeling trapped." No wait, "Like a trap, I started
feeling trapped." I didn't want to talk about this.  "You really want to be
a boy?"

   "Yeah, mom wanted a girl, what with having 2 boys, but.  I never really
wanted to be.  I told her, but she said it was nonsense, everyone can see
I'm a girl, but, I don't even feel like one, inside."

   "More like a boy."

   "Yeah, and hat's why, like you said.  I felt ugly, in middle school.  I
was just starting, well.  You know." I have them to, so I nodded.  "And
then you told me that boys can be pretty too."

   "Well, actually I told Lucian, and he told you."

   "Yeah, so I started working out, and thinking maybe then a girl could be
strong, too, but.  Huh!  Snh!"

   "It's okay to cry." I usually see stuff like this.  I mean, I don't
always, but I'm even pretty well known for seeing the stuff most people
miss, "Boys can cry too."

   "Thanks, you're the best."

   But I didn't even notice, her arm.  I guess it's because Charlotte, ever
since my brother started working out, and she became a bodybuilder. 
"Actually," I thought, "I think someone," shake my head, "I know someone,
you should meet.  I think." I was upset, and distracted, my speaking always
goes to shit when that happens, and that's why I need summer classes, so I
don't turn into a babbling idiot again before fall, but I'm going to be a
senior, and I feel so stupid, missing something like that.  She looked,
like.  Lisa Lyon?  No, not really, and you know how her mom is.

   But, it's like.  I don't know, maybe we need to talk to helen.  Yeah,
she can probably help us figure it out.

   .
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