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Authors name: Hummmvee (hummmvee@hotmail.com)
Story title : Adventures of Jade - 5
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Adventures of Jade - 5 (FFf, mc, nc, bdsm, v, sn,
medical)
by Hummmvee (hummmvee@hotmail.com)
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Jade gets a teaching job at a local Academy for girls.
Lots of 'rugmunching' and intrigue. Slow, juicy buildups
with character development.
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Adventures of Jade 5 - A Novella
By Hummmvee
(Tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)
Jenna was just returning from the upstairs laundry room,
adjacent to her sister's bedroom, when the unmistakable
sounds of WOMEN IN HEAT assaulted her ears. It was coming
from the big Sony screen; images that made Jenn's
temperature rise. Being a 'frustrated' (read: virgin),
bi-curious teen girl, made her radar highly attuned to
such sounds. She had forgotten about inserting the tape
into the player on her way to launder a few
undergarments.
Undergarments belonging to her older sister that she had
earlier borrowed, and then accidentally soiled while
sunbathing. She found the remote, and rewound the tape.
Based on what she saw moments ago, not a frame was to be
missed! She got comfortable on her sister's bed, and
brought her knees up to her chest. She was a little
miffed at Dr. Jennifer Smith's presumptuousness, of
needing to view this 'instructional' material. Apparently
her mother had given Dr. Jennifer permission, and it
certainly looked ... interesting.
When the tape rewound, Jenna hit 'play'. The opening shot
showed the good doctor in her white lab-coat, standing
outside the front entrance of her clinic in L.A.. The
entrance was landscaped and heavily aqua-scaped. Someone
spent a lot of money on appearances. It actually looked
quite inviting for a doctor's office. Of course, that was
the whole point.
This was the 'left' coast after all, and you might expect
such 'wretched excess' with all that perfect weather, and
liberal thinking. The camera followed the good doctor
into the lobby, and in the next shot, the viewer got the
'spiel' about women's health, and the need for regular
checkups with a professional (such as herself). Jenna
waited impatiently, for the action she knew was coming.
She wondered if the subjects knew their privacy would be
so compromised. Jenna watched Dr. Jennifer's cool
demeanor.
She admired the confidence she exuded and her sense of
style. Jenna knew from her mother's statements, that
Jennifer was about 40 years old but could easily pass for
a 'twenty-something'. She wore those trademark sunglasses
even in her clinic. The white smock was on the 'too-
short' side, but she was built for it: tiny waist and
ass, and big cans; a family curse.
The good doctor eventually introduced a young assistant.
A fabulous blonde of similar size and weight, but half
the doctor's age. Pretty too; longish pony-tailed hair,
and deep brown eyes. Her lips were 'oh-so-kissably' lush,
and her smile would make any dentist proud. The assistant
was introduced as Heather, and she seemed spunky and
energetic. They seemed to be quite the pair. More like
playmates than professionals.
The first real 'educational' part of the videotape was
apparently about to unfold. Heather seated a pair of
'ladies' in a private reception area, and had them fill
out the usual forms. It seemed to Jenna, that the pair of
women were unaware of the camera in the ceiling.
They appeared to be a mother/daughter combination. The
mother was only in her late twenties, and the daughter
perhaps ten or twelve. They did look alike, both being
brunettes, and similar in features. They appeared to be
of average height, but very thin, although the mother did
sport a decent pair of boobs. They were filling out the
paperwork and chitchatting as Jenna caught the audio
portion.
The daughter was nervous about being there, her first
visit to the gyno. The mother told her not to worry; she
would go first, and it wasn't painful-just a necessary
part of being a woman. Nevertheless, the daughter seemed
a little anxious. Jenna knew how the pre-teen must have
felt, as she had never had a checkup of this type either
(and wasn't at all too sure what to expect)... She was
curious though!
The mother seemed a bit on the slutty side. Perhaps,
white trash; though the clinic seemed so ... upscale?
Jenna learned their names. The young girl was Sandra (or
Sandy), and the mother was Lexus. Heather the
receptionist came in shortly after the two had finished
the basic paperwork.
"Ms. West, the doctor will see you now. Please follow
me."
Mother and daughter got up and followed the assistant to
another room. Ms. Lexus West was ushered into the empty
exam room, and told to disrobe to her underclothes, and
wait for the doctor. Sandy tried to enter as well, but
Heather put her college-aged hand out at the young pre-
teen girl, indicating that she was not to enter.
"I need you to answer some more questions. I will
administer them orally, and afterwards you may join your
mother."
Lexus was already stripping when the nurse/receptionist
led the daughter away. Ms. West did not seem very shy,
judging by the manner in which she shed her clothes. A
last glance in, revealed her in her evening shoes, bra,
panty, and gartered hose. Though 'trashy' looking, she
had a fine hard body underneath the 'loud' plastickey
outfit. She was about 5' 6", and a solid "C"-cup. Her
clothing certainly suggested someone for whom money did
not come easy.
Even Heather had the thought that this pair would not be
able to pay the prices charged by this clinic. The young
receptionist, a twenty year old with
exhibitionist/lesbian tendencies, having been 'out' for a
couple of years; was appreciative of Dr. Smith hiring her
without prejudice. She did not hide her sexual tendencies
when they were 'inadvertently' discovered during her
interview.
Even though she had no real training in the medical
field, she was not stupid, and Dr. Jennifer Smith was
kind enough to teach her the 'ropes'. Though Heather
didn't know it, her employer had hired her exactly
because of her sexual proclivities. In effect, reverse
discrimination. Her classic good looks didn't hurt any
either. Yet Heather was also outspoken, direct and
honest, in spite of her sexual 'abnormality'. When
Heather heard Jennifer's idea for an educational video,
(Dr. Smith preferred the more informal form of address
among her employees) Heather became very enthusiastic.
They ended up bouncing suggestions off each other, and it
became 'their' pet project. Some of the other staff were
a little envious and jealous of the 'brown-nosing'
Heather, but she didn't care. She was glad that she got
along well with Jennifer; that was what counted most to
her. Though Heather had a rough idea of what was to be
covered in these educational videos, she really didn't
know the gory details.
She was given a lot of free reign in implementation of
the rough plan, and it had been decided that the most
workable ideas would eventually be incorporated. This was
their first attempt at the process, and Heather was
completely unaware of the security cameras in each space
recording most every moment in the clinic. She presumed
the video part would be mostly statistical, and comprised
of 'talking heads'; to be created after the data was
collected.
She wondered how much latitude she would really have in
this project. She also figured that this was probably a
'complimentary' exam they were about to go through. It
was smart to practice on non-regular clientele.
Heather led Sandy to a tiny room down the hall. She
seated Sandy on a small exam table, and sat herself down
on a tall stool. She picked up her clipboard and scanned
the brand new questionnaire. Heather had only started
here at the clinic recently, and had only a few glimpses
of femaleness here and there. She hungered to see more! A
spontaneous smirk burst across her young face as she read
some of the questions to herself. Heather hoped she would
get to see a little 'tender vittles' before the doctor
showed up and took over.
"Now just relax Sandy ... I'm just going to get some
statistical information, before you go see your mom.
Okay?" The skinny young thing nodded her understanding,
albeit through an undercurrent of apprehension. Heather
took a long appraising look of the slight body staring at
her. Unbeknownst to Heather, an earlier questionnaire;
designed and already administered by Dr. Smith's staff,
revealed some bi tendencies in the mother. Dr. Jennifer
had hoped the 'fruit' would not fall far from the tree on
this occasion.
Like the good doctor, Heather also wore a uniform that
could be considered too short under normal circumstances.
She noticed little Sandy didn't seem to mind. The amber-
eyed cutie involuntarily eyed Heather's triangular up-
skirt area, that revealed more and more thigh as Heather
squirmed on the tall stool. She certainly noticed Sandy's
interest, and liked the attention; but for now kept her
thighs together.
"Why don't we get your height and weight, before we get
serious. Can you stand over on the scale honey.." Heather
smiled a lot, and that put Sandy at ease. Ninety pounds.
Next the height. "Let's get your shoes off Sandy!"
Heather bent down and removed them for the little pre-
teen. She took certain liberties with her fingertips,
getting very touchy-feely with the girl. She stole a long
glance at the backs of the skinny legs, just inches from
her nose; legs on the verge of budding into womanhood.
Five foot one inch.
Heather gave the measurements out loud and recorded them
on her clipboard as she intently watched the young thing
move. Though very young, like her mother she moved
sexually. 'Probably didn't even realize it', mused
Heather. She wondered how the kid could have left the
house in such a tiny mini-skirt. Heather didn't mind.
When she was sure the girl was occupied, Heather peeked
up the tiny skirt. The little slut was wearing red
panties, "Okay, why don't you sit back down on the
table."
Sandy was very obedient. Once seated, Heather proceeded
to check the blood pressure, just as she was recently
taught. Leaning over the little girl, Heather would
flaunt her "D-cup" cleavage. She kept disarming the girl
with her perfect smile, while pumping the cuffed device.
Sandy was apparently not taught that staring was
impolite. She openly looked at the tops of Heather's
jugs. Obviously, this girl was too young for serious
'consideration', but the receptionist was in it for the
cheap trills. Heather joked and teased, and generally
gabbed a lot, making the young girl more relaxed and
open.
"One hundred and ten over sixty five. Heart rate: eighty.
You're blood pressure is fine, although your heart rate
is a little quick. You're probably just a little nervous"
Heather stated flatly, "or perhaps excited?" and she eyed
the girl's face, smiling broadly. Those eyes were still
glued to Heather's luscious titties. She was beginning to
like this youngster. Heather just couldn't get enough
attention, and this youngster was looking at her, in all
her right places. Heather applied a stethoscope to the
girl's back, then her front.
Her fingertips touched where they shouldn't have. Heather
smiled triumphantly. The stethoscope nearly covered the
young girl's tits. Really, they were more like puffy
nipples. Sandy was only slightly shocked by the contact,
resigned to the knowing graces of the good-looking
professional blonde. As much as she was enjoying
performing this pseudo-examination, Heather realized that
she was taking too much time, and still hadn't completed
the questionnaire.
Picking up the clipboard, Heather asked some very private
questions about sex, experience, preferences, and
masturbation. Did Sandy's tube-top swell a little during
the inquisition? Heather was certain this was all
exciting the little nymph. As personal as those questions
were, they got even more so. Stuff about periods,
lubrication, discharge, and other things Sandy never even
asked herself about. She was getting a little
uncomfortable with the line of questioning, and Heather
decided she had enough information recorded.
"That's it for the statistical data little lady," Heather
proclaimed excitedly, "you held up bravely considering
this is your first time!" She hugged the girl while
congratulating her. She noticed the little mirror on the
medicine cabinet reflected their embrace. It looked hot!
Her bent position over the little girl made her uniform
ride up enough to show her white thong panty ... and
Sandy was looking at the expanse of California-tanned
thigh and ass. Heather smiled, and allowed her hand to
slip lower on the girl, down to the small of her back.
There definitely was a charge in the air.
As their embrace ended, Heather grabbed the front of the
girl's dress, and quickly lifted it up, before Sandy
grabbed the hem and pulled it back down. This was
supposed to be a playful gesture. Heather wondered if it
would come across that way to Sandy. Even if not, she
managed a brief glimpse of the front of the tight
panties. The little one giggled with light embarrassment.
Seeing she wasn't too upset, Heather became bolder.
With a lightning-quick move, she lifted the tube top,
getting a juicy peek at a very large and stiff areola.
The girl forced her top back down, still giggling, and
pinched Heather's hardened nipple through the thin
uniform's fabric. Sandy could tell that her nurse was
definitely not wearing a bra. Heather froze at the young
twelve year olds' boldness.
"You bad, bad, girl!" Heather spoke mockingly, shaking
her extended index finger. Sandy could tell it was all
right, and giggled satisfyingly at her successful
retaliatory strike against the older girl.
"Would you like to see?" Heather asked quietly, referring
to her own chest that the girl kept looking at. The girl
got instantly serious, and her eyes involuntarily lowered
again to the receptionist's 'golden bozos'. Heather had
her just where she wanted her. Sandy nodded, openly
staring, a dazed look on her young face.
Heather looked around, in mock trepidation, and flashed
that bright smile to her companion. She opened several
more buttons on the slinky-tight white uniform. With her
left hand pulling the fabric away, and her right slipping
inside the garment and under the left tit ... she pulled
the tanned breast out and held it to the stunned girl.
She held it a long time, the nipple hardening from the
cool air, and reached out for the girl.
Boy, did those eyes grow to the size of little saucers!
Sandy looked very impressed by the giant, firm-looking,
well-tanned symbol of womanhood. With her other hand,
Heather tugged at the nipple playfully, smiling all the
while. Sandy looked her in the eyes, and returned the
smile, before lowering her gaze back to the beautiful
naked tit on display. She felt so close to this older
woman. Perhaps this is what girl friends did?
Heather roughly ran her hand through the youngsters black
hair, laughing at her reserve. She loved flaunting
herself in front of pretty women. Just as smugness filled
the wanto receptionist/nurse, Sandy flicked her tiny
finger right over Heather's stiffening nipple, laughing
heartily. This started a rambunctious ticklefest between
the both of them. It was quite a sight.
The perfectly proportioned college-blonde, with her tit
out; and the pixie-like, pre-teen brunette, both laughing
like eight year olds, poking and grabbing and tickling
each other. Sandy repeatedly slapped the older woman's
breast, causing both of them to laugh even harder. The
light slaps on her boob were electric! As the two now
wrestled, Heather did her own fondling; grabbing a pert
tit, then a boyish ass. At one point she got the
youngster in a wrestling-hold, and repeatedly spanked the
skinny behind, calling her naughty names.
The ice was certainly broken. Heather pushed her luck and
yanked the little girl's panties down to mid-thigh. Sandy
squealed and frantically pulled them up, but not really
upset with the girl-play. Before the tiny pussy-treasure
was re-hidden behind bright red panties, Heather got the
peek she wanted. There was no fur of any kind on it, with
just the tiniest of slits; still undeveloped.
"What the hell are you ladies doing!?" Dr. Jennifer
Smith's voice startled the pair with her sudden arrival.
She saw everything, even though the two guilty parties
scrambled to restore their composures. "I need your
assistance in exam room one young lady", and she closed
the door and left. They were soo busted! And yet the
doctor did not appear shocked at all.
'Perhaps I will get to keep my job?' thought Heather with
some concern. There was no possibility that Dr. Jennifer
did not see her unbuttoned blouse, their tousled
appearance, and the girl's hiked up mini skirt. 'She is
way cool!' thought Heather. Or perhaps the doctor will
punish or fire her later? Heather could not be sure how
she would fare. She cursed her lust and greed.
Jenna watched the scenes unfold before her eyes. She was
amazed at this video. It was nearly rated X, and she had
never seen this type of thing before. How could poor,
innocent Jenn know, that her own virgin puss had stained
the front of her sweatpants now, as she watched the
action on screen. Unconsciously, her hands gripped her
legs even tighter, and her head rested on her knee-tops,
straining to see more.
The next scene was just as outrageous. It showed Ms.
West, lying topless on the exam table, her legs in
stirrups. Jenna wondered why they didn't pass out gowns
here, like they did when you went to a hospital, but was
glad they did not. As Ms. West's tight chest heaved up
and down, Jenna forgot her train of thought regarding
gowns.
'Those breasts are soo attractive' thought Jenna as she
was lost in the video. She heard them talking
nonchalantly, and she saw the doctor cup those delicious
breasts in her hands; kneading them, teasing them. 'Is
this how you perform a breast exam?' Jenna was wondering
and sweating. Suddenly, on the screen, the exam room door
opened, and in walked the nurse/receptionist with the
woman's daughter in tow. Jenna saw how the pair stared at
the topless woman, who did not seem too terribly
bothered.
"Well don't just stand there you two, come in and shut
the door!" Heather had never seen this much action at the
clinic before. Sheepishly, the two strode in. Sandy was
instructed to stand left of her mother, facing her; and
Heather was to assist the doctor. Interestingly, no one
wore gloves. Jennifer shot Heather a serious glance. To
Heather it meant that playtime was over, and she had
better get 'on the ball'. "Take over kneading Ms. West's
breasts, and check for lumps."
Jennifer was holding the woman's tits, and offering them
to Heather, who with a gleam in her eye, took over.
Heather took up behind the brunettes head, and bent over
at the waist with both hands around the delicious globes.
The daughter watched the whole thing unfold before her
eyes. She was uncomfortable at first, but after a while,
warmed up to it.
"Good, very good Heather... don't forget to examine the
areola and nipples! She's not being to rough with them is
she?" The question was aimed at Ms. West, who only
smirked as her reply. She looked up at the young blonde
above her, as her breasts were being roughly manipulated.
She liked women. Doctor Smith could also confirm the
interest in the woman's eyes. She had picked her patients
well. This teasing was a favorite past time of
Jennifer's.
Heather realized that too many buttons on her uniform
were still undone. She could not button them now, with
this woman staring at her, but her D-cup breasts were
practically spilling out. Did it seem to her that this
lady was staring just a little too intently at them? She
wondered ... "You don't mind having your daughter watch
the procedure as I suggested, do you Ms. West?"
"You can call me Lexus ... no I guess I don't mind. If
you think it is a good idea. You aren't too embarrassed
honey, are you?"
Sandy shook her head 'no', as she intently watched her
mother's breasts manipulated by her new playmate.
Heather's expression was one of rapture. Dr. Jennifer
looked smug. Ms. West, . .err Lexus looked like a tart
'im gluck'. Sandy felt a little overwhelmed, but happy
and excited. Jennifer was directing quite the educational
gynecological exam.
"Why don't you come over here by me, Sandra." Reluctant
to move, Sandy obeyed, and now stood next to Dr.
Jennifer's chair, between her mother's legs. She could
not help but look at the slight shadow created in her
mom's panties. She saw a patch of fur, and what looked
like moisture. The good doctor placed one arm around the
young girl's waist, while giving Heather some new
directions while gesturing with her right hand. The slut
in the chair was breathing with labor now, and so was
'nurse' Heather.
Dr. Jennifer lightly stroked the young girl's left side,
while explaining what an exam consisted of, and why the
nurse was doing what she was doing. The girl trembled
periodically. Seeing that the mother was not alarmed by
the doctor's friendliness toward her daughter, Jennifer
took it a step further. While allowing the long strokes
to reach the young girl's behind, then thighs, the doctor
simultaneously pointed at the clad beaver in front of
them. Jenna trembled as she watched the outrageous
display on her sister's television set. Never did she
imagine how hot her body could make her.
On the screen, the doctor, using her most professional
manner, started explaining something about vaginas. Her
manicured hand reached for the mother's panties. All eyes
traveled to where her finger headed. The wet patch on the
front of Jenna's sweat-pants had reached epic
proportions. She was concentrating on the rest of the
video, and was not fully conscious of that development.
Her mother and cousin Jennifer were looking into the
bedroom through the slightly open door. Jenna did not
seem to notice them, and they retreated back into the
hallway.
"Did you see the look on her face!?" exclaimed Astrid.
"I told you she would learn a lot from my video!"
confirmed the good doctor.
"Did you notice the front of her sweatpants?" quizzed
Astrid.
"I think she is reacting perfectly normally!" added
Jennifer.
"Knowing you cousin, I should have previewed that tape. I
know it is probably a little on the sexy side. Too much
for my innocent young Jenna!"
"Isn't that the whole point, cousin dear ... to bring her
up to speed on these matters of sexuality?! It looked to
me like she was paying attention ... she didn't even
notice us checking in on her! If I did my job right, in
creating that tape; she'll get so hot (and informed)" she
added that as a side note, gesturing at Astrid and
laughing "that she'll most likely end up ... you know ...
and she made a motion with her right hand and gyrating
middle-finger indicating masturbation.
Astrid raised her eyebrows in mock surprise and smacked
Jennifer on the butt, 'criticizing' her for her evil and
wicked ways. Astrid had no idea just how hot the images
on that video were. It was always easy to talk to one
another, and soon they were heartily laughing and walking
arm in arm. They made their way downstairs to make
supper, and those important car-shopping plans for
Saturday. Astrid was sharing her idea of a convertible
mustang for Jenna the birthday girl. Jennifer just went
along with everything Astrid suggested. The wine had made
them both quite amicable.
Things were a little fuzzier at the high school. Jade
opened her eyes to discover that she had dozed off. She
was apparently in her office in the Gym. Her head was
still a little 'swimmy', and her lower chakras throbbed
with life. When she realized that she must have dozed
off, Jade was startled into full wakefulness. The fright
of just the possibility of getting caught sleeping at
work on her first day, was enough to fully rouse her now.
She stood up a little too quickly, and had to grab her
chair for support.
The suddenness of that move must have caused a little
shock to her languid body. Her reflection in the mirror
was most unassuring. Her make up was overdone (that
mischievous Chrissy's doing from this morning!), and
smeared. Her clothes disheveled, as though she slumbered
for eons. The last thing she remembered was... the
physical! Her mind was fuzzy on the details. Jade
remembered a number of other female teachers, together!
There was something ... odd about the red haired nurse,
and their exams. Thinking about it gave Jade a headache.
The secret, silent, ever present subliminal messages
still spewed from the speakers in her office. It sounded
like ordinary music, but deep inside the streaming audio,
secret messages were insidiously introduced. "All is well
... No need for concern ... Go about your business."
Jade somehow felt violated, but wasn't sure why she felt
that way. It started during the exam. Or did it begin
earlier? She could not tell. She looked a mess, so that
was priority one. Thank goodness it was Friday! She fixed
herself up, and decided she would question some of the
other teachers about their experiences, when the
opportunity presented itself. She liked the autonomy so
far, and her office was well equipped. Although the
rulebook she had to read seemed odd, and those pins
designating rank silently ... what were they about? When
she looked as though everything was back in place, Jade
took a last look in the mirrored wall. Lots of mirrors in
this place. Her appearance pleased her. The Parkers
cleaned up well.
She noticed a basket on her desk that was not there
earlier. Curiously she examined the contents closely. The
note explained they were complimentary samples of
perfume, shampoo, and other toiletries bearing the
'Burning Bush' logo. It was a very generous supply, and
the letter encouraged the new teachers and staff to use
the products liberally. In fact, the products were part
of the benefits package, and would continue to be
provided free of charge for the staff AND their immediate
families. Jade was still young enough to not question
this generosity. She smiled at her good fortune, despite
the 'oddness' she felt only minutes ago.
It was later than she thought, and the bell indicated
that the day was almost over. Where did it go? The time
really flew. Jade was glad about that. She grabbed her
manual, and freebies, and got ready to go home. The
students would be arriving on Monday, and she had to know
the manual and appear the leader to the student body. Her
middle seemed to be plagued by excess moisture, as though
she had peed in her panties. She was about to check this,
but it was time to go home, and she was tired and hungry.
It would have to wait.
By the time she arrived home, dinner was ready to serve.
Astrid and Jennifer had cooked a lovely Thai meal.
Chicken, potatoes, rice, curried spices, and the all
important coconut milk. A medley of exotic flavors. They
had so much fun being creative in the kitchen. The spicy
vapors 'assaulted' Jade in the garage. She noticed the
Ferrari was warm; mother must have gone for a spin. She
called out her greeting, once inside. She heard voices,
and one of them was not her sister-yet strangely
familiar. The food smelled wonderful, yet unusual to
Jade.
Her mother tended toward more conventional fare. Often
they ate out, or ordered pizza. At first she did not
recognize mother's assistant. Jade walked into the
adjacent space and took in the pair of women. Her mother
was wearing an apron over her tiny jean shorts, and a
tight white tee shirt. Her hair was now in a pony tail.
Jade put down her bag and approached the giggling pair.
She noticed the almost empty bottle of wine.
The other woman was wearing white Wrangler jeans with
expensive looking Cowboy boots made out of some exotic
snake. Her top was just a black lace bra. They had not
apparently heard Jade enter. She took this opportunity to
observe, and see if she could figure out who this woman
was. Apparently a good fiend, judging by their behavior.
She noticed the woman wore sunglasses. Very stylish
sunglasses. That seemed to trigger a memory! That's when
she was also spotted by the two.
"Jade honey, I didn't hear you come in. Welcome home! You
remember my cousin Jennifer ... Dr. Jennifer Smith now."
That's who it was, remembered Jade.
"Oh my god, Astrid ... she's even more lovely than her
picture. You remember your cousin Jennifer, don't you?"
"Yes of course ... it's been a long time..." Jennifer
practically attacked Jade with a bear-hug, and then
surprisingly a quick kiss on the cheek. Jade recognized
the expensive perfume. Apparently Dr. Smith was doing
well.
"Jade honey, you are so incredibly hard" and she turned
to Astrid with her observation "I can't believe she's so
fit and firm!" Jennifer lowered her head so that she
could get a better look at Jade without the dark lenses
of her sunglasses. 'What a wet dream' thought Jennifer.
"Yes, she's been working very hard at that. I suppose her
new job will keep her fit for a long time to come. I'm
glad she'll be able to put all that exercise to good use
finally. I told you about her new job at St. Beave's
Catholic School for Girls."
They exchanged pleasantries and got re-acquainted. Astrid
signaled that it was time for dinner. Jade wanted to
change first, so she made her way upstairs. She was
distracted enough to not hear her mother mumble something
after her; something about her sister. 'Probably to bring
her along for dinner. Surely it could wait till she
changed'; she was famished. Jade walked into her bedroom
and closed the door with a sigh. She was glad this day
was over. She peeled off her green skirt, and her blouse.
'That was odd' she thought.
She was naked underneath. But where were her
underclothes??? And why were her genitalia all slick?
This certainly explained that feeling she had been having
all day. 'Oh my god' her mind screamed out at her
revelation 'my vagina has been shaved!?! How could that
be???' She ran her hands over the shiny mound examining
her totally bald sex.
'Where did my lovely pussy fur go?' She was still a
little groggy from her previous experience at school.
Thinking came hard, but she forced herself. After some
time, the only logical conclusion was that she had some
kind of reaction with the oils from this morning's visit
to the salon. But where was her underwear? Did she take
them off at school and forget? If her mind had a blank
about her physical, surely she could have forgotten
taking off her bra and panties.
She held her head with both hands. Her single braid swung
in front of her face. She felt flushed. She walked toward
the bed to sit down. That's when she saw. She almost
screamed at the unexpected sight. It was her sister
Jenna. But she was ... asleep and nearly naked. Her
sweatpants were at mid thigh, and her hands were covering
her sex. There was a massive wet spot on the front of the
bunched up sweatpants. Her legs were hanging over the
edge of the bed, with the feet flat on the floor. Her tee
shirt was high on her chest. Almost high enough to see
... She was practically snoring.
Jade was shocked to say the least. Her sister was always
so shy and proper. She rarely entered her room without
permission. So what was this? Momentarily Jade had
forgotten that she was even more naked. She could not
help notice how her sister had matured. At least her
body. It had been years since they had baths together.
Jade felt guilty that her body was beginning to respond
to the sight of her sister's nearly nude form. She took a
few steps closer.
The television was still on, and Jade could tell that her
sister must have been watching a video. 'But her position
... could she have been masturbating?' Jade reflexively
smiled at the likelihood. She did not think her sister
touched herself. She was always so shy and proper about
such things. If only Jade could change her angle, she
might be able to see under Jenna's hands that covered her
mound. She scolded herself for the thought, then changed
position. The floor creaked...
Suddenly Jenna was awake! The sisters were both startled
by the other and screamed in unison. Jenn bolted from the
bed, her arms moving from her sex, allowing a quick flash
of what was underneath to her sister. As she tried to run
for the bathroom, the sweats around her thighs caused her
to fall on her face, baring her perfect female ass to her
sister. It jiggled beautifully as she struggled for
control of her body. Meanwhile Jade had tried to cover
her breasts with one hand, and her mysteriously shaved
vagina with the other (it could not be done well, or
gracefully). She also tried running for the bathroom, and
they collided and fell into a tangled heap of sister-
flesh.
The screams did not go unnoticed downstairs. "I guess
Jade and Jenna have discovered the new sleeping
arrangements." Jennifer said with a wink to Astrid. They
both wondered at what compromising position led to the
scream-punctuated discovery. They set the table and
opened another bottle in anticipation of the girls
joining them for supper.
They were already quite tipsy, and Astrid wondered why
she couldn't but the brakes on the festivities. She
definitely felt an electrical surge that, surely Jennifer
must have felt as well. She looked up to see if her
cousin may be showing some obvious signs of this almost
pheromone-leaking phenomenon. Doctor Jennifer had
wandered over to the basket of goodies that Jade brought
home from school. She picked up a bottle of hand cream
from Jade's care package, and unscrewed the top. "Wow,
this smells fantastic!"
Upstairs, things couldn't get more embarrassing for the
Parker sisters. The two tangled sweaty bodies lay on top
of one another, struggling to get untangled. Jade was on
top of her fifteen year old sister. They were boob to
boob. Both of them highly embarrassed and writhing
against each other, each trying to gain the upper hand in
retreating from the other's vision.
Somehow, one of Jade's sleek legs had gotten stuck
between Jenna's sex and the sweat-pants that were around
her knees. Both bodies were slick with sweat, and their
midsections were covered in slimy vaginal secretions from
earlier on. Jenna was the smaller and weaker physically,
so there was no hope for her, unless Jade extricated
herself first. Both of them started apologizing to the
other. Apology turned to anger, and anger to frustration
and crying.
"What the hell are you doing in my room Jenna!" Jade
demanded, frustration in her voice evident. "Cousin
Jennifer is staying in mom's room, and they put me with
you, stupid!" Jenna retorted, practically in tears, "and
I must have dozed off! Now get off of me you big cow!!"
"Who are you calling a cow, you under-age queer-virgin
brat!" They wrestled some more, slapping and kicking each
other. They did not normally speak to one another in such
childish fashion, or even roughhouse so intensely, but
the frustration of the circumstance suddenly lowered
I.Q.'s. As they managed to get themselves untangled from
each other, they were desperately trying to cover their
most private places with their hands. This was not all
that effective. Jenna managed to get her sweats over her
hips, and her tee shirt down. And Jade managed to grab
some of her removed clothing and hold it over her front.
Their minds were just beginning to comprehend what their
eyes had seen of each other moments before. Jade could
not help noticing that her little sister was still
hairless between her legs. Jenna discovered that her
sister's body was even more incredible than she had
occasionally glimpsed, and that her sister shaved down
there... completely! Jenna tended to have fantasies
involving older people, and Jade just the opposite. Each
had seen, for a brief shining moment, the object of their
desires.
Both of them realized this on some unconscious level.
They were also a family, and family did not behave as
they just did. Both felt recalcitrant now. Almost
simultaneously, they began to apologize to the other.
This quickly degenerated into tears. Naturally, a hug was
eventually in order. They eventually managed to crack
smiles, and soon they were laughing like ... well like
sisters!
Jade was the older, so she took the lead and suggested
they change for dinner. Jade walked into the bathroom,
giving Jenna a view of her incredible behind. It almost
made Jenna want to work out too. After a brief shower,
Jade was none the worse for wear. Jenna quickly changed
in the room, but felt all icky, and thought she should
also shower. She reminisced about the glimpses of her
sister's body. It had turned her on.
She thought back on how it was that she found herself in
this predicament in the first place. It was that video!
She had reached boiling point, and must have popped her
cork. The slickness between her labial lips confirmed her
theory. She remembered how the video made her all tingly,
and, yes horny! She resisted touching herself, but did
remember flexing her thigh muscles for some relief. She
deduced she must have had an orgasm, then passed out or
fell asleep.
That Dr. Jennifer was a very naughty doctor to have
created such ... nasty stuff! Yet oddly, watching gave
Jenna a pleasant sensation from head to toe. She wished
she could be in her room for the evening. She wanted to
explore that part of her body that today, gave her so
much trouble.
Eventually they were both ready to join their mother and
her cousin for dinner. Somehow the girls felt closer than
ever, after their little incident. They walked downstairs
hand in hand. They were somewhat shocked by the condition
of the adults. Both Astrid and Jennifer looked plastered!
There were two empty magnum-size wine bottles on the
table. The room smelled funny too. It was her toiletry
samples! They had been indulging. Too bad no one knew
that the chemicals within began to do their work of
eliminating inhibitions, and combined with the alcohol,
the effect was much more unpredictable. Jade hoped they
didn't open every damn bottle of the expensive crŠmes and
ointments. Even Jenna was now curious about the numerous
bottles, and joined the adults in testing the fragrances.
"What's all this stuff?" Jenna asked. "Your sister
brought complementary samples of some cosmetics and
toiletries. The stuff smells just divine!" Astrid
commented. "I've never heard of this line, but it looks
expensive. I too like the smell!" Jennifer put her own
two cents in. Jade was dismayed to see that they went
through everything. At least she was given a generous
supply, and there were multiples of each product. "How
about dinner, I'm famished!" Jade hoped that would
distract everyone from pawing her stuff, and yet she
really was hungry.
Supper was exotic! Having two cooks, and a bunch of
booze, made for an adventurous tasting meal. The wine
continued to flow, and even the girls got some, something
their mother usually refrained from under most
circumstances. By dinner's end, the sisters were a little
tipsy, and the adults quite hammered. Astrid and Jennifer
were acting like teenagers and laughed at everything and
anything. Jade became jealous when it was made slip, that
they were going car shopping on Saturday. Car shopping
for Jenna's sixteenth birthday, which was still a month
off.
And the kicker was, Jenna didn't have to pay for it!
'Spoiled brat' thought Jade. Jade had bought her own
vehicle with her own money, and her little sister was
getting a free ride. They hardly even asked her about her
first day at work! Oh well, Jade loved her sister, and
getting her own car and driver's license would take the
pressure off of her having to drive little sis
everywhere. Of course, little sis wasn't so little
anymore. She was turning into quite a looker! It might
almost be fun to be with her. Two really hot looking
young women... the attention it would get!
With bellies full and happy and conversation at an ebb,
it was time to retire for the evening. Everyone had to
grab a fistful of 'Burning Bush' products before they
retired. Jade took what was leftover with her. Jenna went
with her sister. The grownups cleaned up a little, and
retired to the porch for some cigar action. Jennifer did
not smoke, at least not cigarettes. Cigars were a
different matter. One did not inhale them. They were a
ritualistic way to punctuate a successful event.
Astrid also did not smoke, but cigars and pipes were
exempted from the self-imposed ban. Her late husband had
impressed the activity upon her. She retrieved a portable
humidor from the den, and offered cousin Jennifer first
pick. There were many to choose from. Some were your
basic five dollar cigar, while others cost hundreds of
dollars. The doctor cleverly ferreted out a Partagas 150,
quite expensive. Astrid defaulted to her usual Arturo
Fuente Churchill (candela wrapped).
A few loving strokes with her folding CRKT carbon fibre
M-16 pocket knife, and the cigar was ready for burning.
Jennifer had her own equally effective technique for
baptizing the end of a cigar, and soon they were
enveloped in cool, relaxing smoke. The afterglow of the
meal, alcohol, and good relations was satisfying in the
extreme. The drugs in the products Jade brought home from
school also exerted their influences, albeit covertly.
Meanwhile the sisters wound their way to Jade's bedroom.
It was a little awkward at first, despite the alcohol.
The sisters looked at the single bed, and though a
'California King' in size, it was ONE BED. They had not
slept together in years. The prospect was exciting to the
both of them. It was decided that they would flip a coin
for who got to use the bathroom first.
The other would change in the bedroom. Jade got to go
first, and by the time she had peed, brushed, and cleaned
up; she noticed that Jenna was fast asleep. Jade covered
her sister with the down comforter. She could not resist
a peek under it, which revealed 'sis in a powder blue
camisole top, and matching panty. If she weren't so
tired, she might try and have a little fun with her
sister. Being the responsible one, Jade set the alarm and
drifted off to sleep before her head had settled on the
pillow.
In the dream, Jenna was again aware of her father. He
seemed to be in a fog, and trying to reach out to her.
She awoke unsettled, before the alarm crowed. She thought
of the exciting plans earmarked for today, and that eased
her emptiness. She looked at her beautiful sister, still
sleeping, and looking like an angel. Apparently she had
fallen asleep prematurely the night before. She felt she
really needed that shower.
Jenna decided to use the facilities first, and prevent
any possible embarrassment. She soaped up her tight
teenaged body, and let the water jets massage her. She
was still feeling horny from that blasted video. She
replayed some of it in her mind, and had to stop before
she got carried away with her fingers. How much had her
sister seen of her vulgarly displayed pelvis, after she
fell asleep watching the video?
She recalled that she too, had gotten a nice look at
Jade. It was all so deliciously naughty. She reached for
some of the new products Jade had brought home last
night. The shampoo smelled great. The conditioner even
better. The body wash was exquisite, and the cosmetics
she would try after the shower were exciting her.
Yes, today would be a special day. She was getting a
brand new car, and she didn't have to pay for it. But
what should she get? What was the budget? She decided to
do a little checking on the internet before the others
roused. She would show them she could be responsible,
just like her older sister. A little research, and she
would have her list of candidate cars! Of course she
really didn't know much about them, but her mind
simplified the task down to several criteria.
Since she was not paying for it, the price was not a huge
factor. She was not going to pay for the insurance or
gasoline. She figured that the car's personality was to
her the most important thing.
She dried her body after the invigorating shower.
Thankfully, the mirror was fogged, so she did not have to
embarrass herself by looking at her reflected nakedness.
The cosmetics Jade had brought home intrigued Jenna. Her
body was all tingly from the shower, and she felt like
really laying on the paint!
Normally she wore little or no make up, but today was to
mark her rite of passage in a way. She wanted to look
more adult, and felt the make up would help. She wanted
her clothes to match her new mood today. This task would
require some thought! But first to make a car list, and
get that task out of the way. She put on the robe, and
went to her sister's computer. With the satellite
connection, downloads were at a speedy one megabyte per
second!
In no time at all, her list was done, and the alarm had
gone off. She felt as though she had drank ten cups of
coffee this morning. With every passing moment, she was
getting more revved up.
She tossed her pillow at her sister. "Wake up
sleepybones! Today is my special day. I don't want to be
late for my own special event because of my lazy sister."
She emphasized the word lazy, knowing that her sister was
anything but. That would get her going. Jade gave her a
disgusted look, and after some time, managed to get up
and drag herself to the bathroom mumbling under her
breath.
'The shower will help you,' thought Jenna. Now it was
time for the all important clothes. Most of that was
still in her closet. No problem, she would march over to
her own bedroom and get what she needed. She knocked, but
there was no answer. She opened the door gingerly. There
was 'cousin' Jennifer... sprawled on her bed, still
asleep. She was all tangled up in the bedding. Jenna
couldn't tell which end was which! That made it even
easier to get what she needed. It took longer than she
expected, but when she had the pile picked out, she raced
back to her sister's room to put everything on. She
deliberately made some noise on the way out, to get
Jennifer cracking. This was going to be a special day for
her.
Jade was in the bathroom. That wouldn't do. Jenna decided
to finish getting ready downstairs, that way she would
not be disturbed. No one seemed about, so she dragged her
stuff to the bathroom and dressed. First and foremost
were the foundation garments. She was feeling like a
woman today. That meant a minimal pink thong, as
embarrassing as it was. On top, the B-cups had to be
accented, yet restrained. A matching lace bra with
underwire. Tight white wrangler boot-cut jeans and a
black suede leather jacket that had a superb v-cut and a
native motif in beads and bone.
She left it unbuttoned so that the bra screamed: Hey I'm
not wearing a blouse! She looked in the mirror when all
was said and done. Outstanding! She did not usually dress
so outlandishly, but she wanted center stage today. She
went to make breakfast, and put on the whole house
stereo. Those sleepy heads better get their asses moving,
and soon. Jenna looked at her car list. She had three
choices highlighted. After some very brief thought, and a
mouthful of English Muffin, she decided that choice
number two and three were a compromise, so she crossed
them out. No seconds for this little girl, not today!
The others stumbled down soon afterward. They seemed a
little disoriented, especially her mom and cousin. But
what mattered most now to Jenna was keeping her emotional
high going. Her sister volunteered to drive them to
Denver, so after a quick breakfast, they piled into the
diesel truck and off they went. Jade could smell the
liberal use of her sample products on the cabin's
occupants. She couldn't blame them; the products seemed
addicting (actually they were).
Everyone had a slight buzz from the excitement and the
chemical processes inflicted on their bodies by these
mind altering drugs. About three quarters of the way
there, someone thought to ask specifically what kind of
cars they were planning to look at. Everyone looked at
Jenna and her mother. Jenna waved her list. She read it.
The truck full of girls looked at one another in
disbelief. They weren't even sure what these cars were,
until Jenna read the third brand on her list, which was
crossed off now. In a whirlwind of activity and passion,
it got decided that this third car on the list was about
as much as Astrid was willing to spend.
The others were simply too expensive for a young
teenager. Jenna had mixed emotions. On one hand they did
not spoil her as she had wanted; and on the other, the
car was still a good one by all accounts, and free to
her. Jade was pissed. She gave her sister smoldering
looks that Jenna seemed oblivious to. Jade's head was
spinning from the days' events. Her mother had just
written a check for over three hundred thousand dollars,
and Lamborghini's were terrible in the snow! The
automobile was to be delivered in one month, just in time
for Jenna's actual birthday. Jenna could not even
pronounce the name of her shiny black birthday present
(Murcielago).
Jade knew something was 'rotten in Denver'. Could it
possibly be effects of the free samples from the school?
Is this what is causing the crumbling of the world around
her? Was it anger that helped to penetrate the sensual
fog of the mysterious drugs that may be present in the
samples?
She promised to herself on her dead father she would find
out, one way or another. And when she does, there will be
hell to pay!
Continued in part 6...
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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