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I Love You Debbie
by Timberwolf (ptotrcw@gmail.com)

***

This 14 chapter story is about the love between an 
Uncle and his Niece. (Mf, MF, ped, inc, 1st, oral, 
anal, orgy, rom)

***

Author Notes: The usual restrictions apply here. If 
you find this kind of material objectionable, then 
please, by all means, stop reading, and go away. This 
story contains material that deals with the love an 
Uncle feels for his young niece, her with him, and the 
relationship that develops from there. Mentally, 
Emotionally, and Physically. This story is pure 
fantasy.

I hope you enjoy my efforts, and feedback, positive or 
otherwise, is always appreciated. I'd also like to 
dedicate it also to some of my favourite authors, 
Dorsai, Daddy's Little Slut~Muffin, Daddycums, and 
last but not least, Renpet.

***

-= Chapter One =-

It all began when I was sitting on the couch one 
Saturday morning, around ten o'clock, in the morning 
and Debbie my niece was lying on the floor of the 
living room with a book open before her, reading a 
school workbook, Math or Science, both being strong 
subjects for her. I watched her for a few minutes, as 
her right foot swayed in the air, meaning she was in 
deep concentration. 

Then I began noticing the clothes she was wearing. She 
had on jeans, a pair of white ankle socks, and a blue 
tee shirt. Her jeans and top looked a bit threadbare, 
and on a whim, I got up, grabbed my car keys and 
wallet, then off-handed said, "I feel like going 
shopping. Want to come?"

She turned around, sitting up and with a hopeful look 
on her face, said, "Can we stop somewhere and get an 
ice cream?"

I chuckled. "Sure," I replied. "Any flavour in 
particular?"

"I don't mind. Chocolate?"

Jerking my head to the door, I smiled and told her, 
"Come on, then."

She almost twisted herself into knots trying to stuff 
her shoes onto her feet, and looking at her frayed 
sneakers, I made a mental note to get her some more.

On the way to the Mall, Debbie was a bundle of energy. 
She loved going out to the mall with her friends, even 
when she knew she couldn't afford anything, being only 
twelve. She rattled off the clothes she would buy when 
she was older, which shops she found had the 'best' 
clothes, which ones had the 'best' shoes, etc, etc, 
and I realised that if she wanted me to hand over my 
credit card right there and then, I would have, no 
questions asked. It wasn't her fault her mother would 
only buy her second-hand clothing. 

I could sympathise. My mother wasn't exactly poor, but 
we grew up wearing second-hand clothes and hand-me-
downs as well.

You have no idea what that does to a young boys' self-
esteem. The teasing and bullying was horrendous. Nuff 
said.

When we got to the mall, Debbie stood for a few 
moments, her eyes darting this way and that, taking in 
the various shops, and she put her hand in mine, as if 
she wanted me to stop her charging into any one of the 
many stores. Then she did something that tore my heart 
open. She stepped up to me, put her arm around my 
waist, and with a heartbroken voice, said, "Oh, Uncle, 
I wish I could buy something nice, just once."

"Well," I said, a catch in my voice, "why don't we see 
if maybe today we can remedy that?"

She stepped back, a look of yearning and hope she 
didn't want to feel burning in her eyes.

"Really?" she breathed. "You're not just saying that?"

"Of course, hon," I smiled. "How about today is your 
day? I've been wanting to get you something nice, and 
couldn't decide what you needed. Why don't you show 
me?"

With a squeal of joy, causing many heads to turn our 
way, which Debbie didn't see, she immediately grabbed 
my hand in a vice-like grip and towed me along like a 
sailboat in a hurricane. I was almost running just to 
keep up. She was talking so fast, and I realised that 
if she didn't stop soon, she'd hyperventilate and 
collapse in a faint.

Suddenly she stopped outside a particular shop, and 
she went deathly quiet. Debbie put her hands on my 
stomach, and without looking at me, said, "Unc, I um, 
need some...things. This shop has the ones I've wanted 
for the longest time, and um if you, like, don't want 
to come in, I'll understand."

I looked up, and noticed that we were standing in 
front of a lingerie shop, one that catered to pre-
teens and teens. There were the usual manikins in the 
windows, of course, and except for the fact that the 
clientele were young girls and their moms, there 
didn't seem that much difference to one that catered 
to the adult female market.

I hugged her and said, "Look, baby, if you want me to 
wait out her for you, I will. If you're going to be 
embarrassed with me in there," flicking my eyes toward 
the store, "then I'll stay here."

Her eyes flew open, and she blushed a pretty red.

"No, no, that's not what I meant! I'd be lost inside. 
I wouldn't know...I mean...drat! Can you come in with 
me while I pick something out?" She blushed a deeper 
red this time, and I smiled at her. I could never 
resist her.

I stood up, moved to her side, took her hand, and with 
a mock tremble, I took a deep breath, and I muttered 
to her, "Alright, here we go, into the jaws of Hell we 
step!"

Debbie lost it. She almost doubled up with the 
giggles, causing a lot of people to stop and stare.

Debbie swatted me with her free hand, and gasped, 
"Uncle! Shut up, this is serious!"

I laughed, and told her to get herself under control 
if she wanted her Uncle to start spending money on 
her. With a supercilious look on her face, she put her 
cute nose up into the air, waved her free hand and 
with a big grin, said, "Okay then, lead on, Jeeves!"

We stepped into a world lace, satin, silk, cotton, and 
every shape and design there could be in feminine 
articles of clothing. There were the usual bras of 
every size, camisoles, panties, oh, god, you name it, 
(and you ladies probably could). Debbie went into 
underwear overload. She went from rack to shelf, 
gushing over this bit of cloth or that, and I tried my 
best to keep up. She kept wanting to try on things 
that were not her size, or her colour, and then she 
realised that I wasn't embarrassed to be in there with 
her, and maybe, just maybe, I knew what she was 
talking about.

There ARE some things I pay attention to. Go figure.

In the middle of an aisle, she had taken a cami off 
the hanger, and holding it up in front of her, asking 
me if it suited her. It was satin, or something like 
that, and it had spaghetti straps and was a deep pink 
colour. Blush pink, I think they call it. It came to 
her thighs, just below where her panties would cover 
the notch of her pussy.

My heart was pounding, and without realising it, I 
found that being in that store was starting to turn me 
on. A couple of times, I had looked around while 
Debbie was rack shopping, and the sight of other 
preteens, and some of the Moms, in the shop was 
getting me hard. It was a constant battle, one I was 
going to lose if I didn't come up with a strategy to 
overcome it.

I must have drifted, because there was a sharp pain in 
my arm, and I realised Debbie had punched me to get my 
attention.

As I scowled and rubbed my arm, she frowned and said, 
"Hey, Uncle, where were you?" She pouted. "Does this 
look ok on me, or not?"

She still had the cami held up against her body, and 
trying to keep my voice level, I agreed it did indeed 
look 'more than ok' on her. She basked in the glow of 
that recommendation, put it back, and sallied forth 
down another aisle.

Down the third aisle she wandered, one she'd already 
been down, and like a witless male fool, I asked her 
if she'd picked anything out yet. She put her hands on 
her hips, and glowered at me.

"Ohmigod!" she snapped. "Haven't you been paying 
attention? Men!"

There were several snickers from behind me, but when I 
looked, several women ducked their heads down, knowing 
grins on their faces.

I blushed. I felt like a prize fool. I didn't know 
what to do with myself. Debbie gave me The Look, and 
pushed past me. Where the blue blazes did a twelve 
year old learn The Look, I wondered. Were they born 
knowing how much it put us men on the back foot?

She went back up the aisles, taking garments off the 
racks, pushing them into my clumsy hands. When she had 
finished, she looked at me and commanded, "Follow me!"

Like a chastened puppy, I followed her toward the 
changing cubicles. There was a line of chairs in front 
of them, and several had items of lingerie on them 
that customers had discarded. Out of the corner of my 
eye, I noticed a pair of red see through panties that, 
when I thought about it, would no way have fitted an 
adult woman. They were just too tiny. See through 
panties for preteens? As Debbie would have said, 
Ohmigod!

Debbie took her items, sorted through them, took a 
handful, and disappeared behind the curtain of an 
empty cubicle.

I sat there on a chair for what seemed like an age, 
then she came out, put the items she had tried on down 
next to me, picked up some more, and went back in. 
Various women, mostly mothers with their daughters, 
came and went, some giving me strange looks as they 
did so. More than one young girl went to go try 
something on, but when they noticed me sitting there, 
(trying to be inconspicuous, I must admit), they still 
refused to go in, so they left, saying that they'll 
come back later.

When Debbie was on her fourth trip into the changing 
cubicle, she called out, "Uncle, are you still there?"

"Sure am," I called back, standing up. "What's up? Do 
you want me to leave, and come back later for you?"

Uh oh. Wrong thing to say. A pint-sized fury charged 
out of the cubicle, and with eyes blazing, telling me 
in no uncertain terms that I was staying. She stabbed 
her finger at my face, and growled, "You! Sit! Stay!" 
I sat. I stayed.

Suddenly, Debbie went pale, slapped her hands across 
her chest, and dashed back into the cubicle. I could 
hear her muttering, "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!"

I sat there in shock, and I looked around, and 
muttered, "What the hell just happened?"

When she made the dash for the cubicle, I realised 
that she had been naked from the waist up. All I had 
seen was her face, but I realised that she was no 
longer the skinny little tomboy she had been. She was 
growing up, and her hips had definitely flared out, 
adding soft feminine curves where they counted. Her 
back was a soft golden colour, a product of mixed 
blood heritage, and the globes of her pert bottom 
wiggled nicely in the sky blue panties she had been 
wearing.

Her legs were long and lithe, not a mark or blemish to 
be seen anywhere. Her hair was an auburn colour, 
hanging down her back with little waves and ringlets. 
It seemed she washed her hair every day, as bathing 
regularly was one of her foibles. Strange, really, for 
a girl who spent her entire life being more of a boy 
than a boy.

More than once, she'd come home from school with a 
black eye, or a split lip, and skinned knuckles, from 
where she'd been fighting. Debbie hated bullies with a 
passion. No matter that they were male or female, she 
took them on, one at a time, or all at once. The 
school football team had jokingly adopted her as their 
mascot, because she had courage, and she didn't back 
down from a fight, if she knew she was in the right.

It was amazing how well liked, or even dare I say it, 
loved, she was at her school.

With a guilty shock, I was suddenly thinking of my 
niece, not as a child, but as a Young Woman. As I sat 
there in shock, an attractive woman in her forties 
came up behind me, put her hand on my shoulder, and 
introduced herself as Tracy. She was the store owner. 
She was smiling in sympathy, and wanted to know if she 
should go in and check to see if the child was 
alright.

I couldn't think clearly, so I just agreed. I told 
Tracy that my name was Albie, and that Debbie was my 
niece. Tracy again patted my shoulder, and went to the 
cubicle. She knocked, introduced herself, and asked if 
Debbie was ok. She must have heard an answer, because 
with a brief smile my way, she went behind the 
curtain.

They stayed in there for a while, and then Tracy came 
back out, and announced that Debbie was fine, although 
a bit more than embarrassed for her outburst, and her 
state of undress. Debbie didn't want to come back out, 
mortified that I'd be angry at her. I immediately 
denied it, then standing up, I went over to the 
cubicle, but, instead of going in, I leant up against 
the dividing partition, and I called softly, "Debbie?"

I could hear her snuffling, so I spoke softly and 
gently to her telling her I wasn't mad, and that if 
she still wanted to shop, I would stay to help her, in 
any way I could. The snuffles stopped, and after a 
moment, Debbie asked in a small voice, "So you're not 
just saying that? After I ruined such a perfect day? 
Do you really forgive me?"

"Debbie," I said with as much conviction I genuinely 
felt, "I love you. I will always forgive you. And no, 
you didn't ruin a perfect day. It's still a perfect 
day, because a beautiful young woman is spending it 
with me."

I half heard a few gasps, and a couple of 'aww's 
behind me, but I didn't pay any attention to them. 
Debbie was my whole world at that point.

She pulled the curtain open, I noticed that she'd put 
her old clothes back on. She shyly stood there, not 
knowing what to do.

I put my arms out, and growled playfully, "Come here. 
Gimme a hug!"

She flew into my arms, beginning to cry again, but 
this time from happiness.

"Hey," I said, "What's with the old clothes? I thought 
we were shopping?"

"I already know what I want," she gushed, and picked 
up the smaller of the two piles that I hadn't noticed. 
Then Debbie looked at me with a scared look, and 
possessively clutching the lingerie to her chest, 
quietly asked me if I were really going to buy her the 
clothing. I reassured her I was, pulling out my 
wallet, and extracting my credit card.

"Cool!" she gushed, and flew toward the pay counter. 
It seemed I could hear the whole store-full of women 
chuckling.

I felt a hand rub my arm, and a voice said, "You did a 
good thing, Uncle Albie!"

It was Tracy. I smiled, a bit shy myself, but before 
she walked away, she handed me a card, with her name 
and contact details on it, and told me to call her if 
I ever needed help with 'girl stuff', looking 
meaningfully at my lovely, beautiful niece.

I thanked her, and on an impulse, doing something I've 
always been too shy to do, I asked that maybe I could 
just call her sometime, anyway?

She must have seen the fear of rejection in my eyes, 
because instead of laughing, she smiled, nodded, and 
said sure, anytime.

I can tell you, Debbie wasn't the only one who floated 
out of that store that day.

***

Another couple of hours later, and Debbie was loaded 
down with bags, having tried to buy out every store 
she went into. I tried my best to put the brakes on 
this whirling dervish, and to a certain measure, I 
finally succeeded.

WE spent a fabulous time at the food court eating ice 
cream, chocolate sundaes for her, and pineapple floats 
for me, talking, laughing, and generally just enjoying 
the high of being in each other's company. Life was 
good, and I found myself drinking in the sight of her, 
sitting with her legs up under her on the seat, in 
that marvellous double-jointed way all females seem to 
have. Her eyes sparkled, and we (she mostly!) talked 
about anything and everything, from the clothes she 
had bought, to both our lives.

However, there's only so much ice cream one can eat, 
even a twelve year old, and we came to the combined 
conclusion we were both too full to continue.

After we finished, and put our trash in the 
receptacles, we were about to leave when I remembered 
something.

Turning to Debbie, I told her we weren't leaving just 
yet, as there was one more thing I wanted to do. She 
gave me a quizzical look, and asked what?

I grinned. "Surprise!" I answered.

She tagged along, both of us carrying her packages, 
and she bugged me outrageously, wanting to know what I 
was doing, where we were going.

I held out, driving her to distraction, until we 
finally stood outside one of her favourite shoe 
stores. Her eyes bugged out, and her jaw dropped.

"You're kidding, right?" she demanded.

"Nope."

"Ohmigod," she breathed. "Oh, Uncle, I don't know. 
You've bought me so much already! You don't have to!"

"I know hon. But we can't have you go around in those 
ratty ol' sneakers, now can we?"

"Maybe not, but they are comfortable!" 

Then in her feminine way, she did a turn-around.

"So, what are you going to buy me?"

Looking down at her, I laughed.

"Uncle Moneybags, that's me! Show me what you've had 
your eye on."

That was it, she was off and (almost!) running into 
the store. We went around the store a couple of times, 
and Debbie was in shoe heaven. The amount of shoes she 
tried on gave me a disturbing thought. Another Imelda 
Marcos in the making? God forbid! But, I just laughed, 
and went with it, thoroughly enjoying myself.

Debbie finally settled for five (!) pairs of shoes, 
one pair to wear when going out, and two pair for home 
and two pair for school. And yes, one pair were a 
brand new pair of sneakers – pink! I paid for them, 
but as we were leaving the store, she saw a pair of 
calf high boots, with two inch heels, black with zip 
up sides. Debbie stopped, gazed with longing at them, 
gave a wistful sigh, and walked past them.

She was half way to the car before I caught her up, 
apologising, saying that I was sorry, but I had to pee 
real bad. She giggled, and forgave me. Putting the 
packages into the car, we went home, sated but happy.

***

When we got back to my place, Debbie was a bit 
subdued, coming down from her shopping high. She still 
chatted with me, but more slowly this time. I also 
noticed that she kept looking in my direction, giving 
me deep mysterious looks that after a while put me on 
edge. I wish I knew what she was thinking, but I dared 
not ask. It was a private thing for her, and I didn't 
want to pry, and ruin the closeness we both felt.

The bags were dumped unceremoniously in the middle of 
the living room floor, and Debbie went to the 
bathroom, leaving me to make coffee and open some 
windows to let the heat and stuffiness out of the 
house. It was a beautiful hot day, and once again, I 
wished I had had a pool to swim in. But my landlord 
was against the idea, the cheap bastard.

More than once, as I had money in the bank, I was 
asked by my close friends why I didn't just buy my own 
house instead of renting, but I always reasoned that 
as I was on my own, and renting at that time was 
cheaper, why should I? I really wanted someone to 
share my house with, and as it didn't seem likely, 
given how shy I was with members of the opposite sex, 
that dream was just that. A dream.

When my Mom, who raised us kids alone, had died from 
complications due to cancer, she had left a sizeable 
nest egg for me in her will. Everyone had got a share, 
but mine was the biggest, being the eldest of five 
children, and the only one who wasn't selfish enough 
to look after her till she died. Part of the 
conditions of the will was that none of my siblings 
was to know how much each one got.

Fat chance.

The first thing my brothers and sister did was to 
compare notes, and because my sister got more than my 
brothers, a huge fight erupted, and now not one of 
them would talk to each other. They tried to get me to 
divulge how much I was given, but I honoured my 
mother's wishes, and kept shtum about it. Now, they 
won't talk to me, except whenever my sister needed a 
babysitter for Debbie.

So, I made a couple of lucky investments, and now I 
could easily buy half a dozen houses if I so wished. 
My siblings were just as broke now as they were before 
Mom died, and knowing that I may still have some of 
the inheritance left, they used to come around looking 
for a 'loan' for this or that emergency. I made it 
clear to them from the beginning that as far as 
handouts were concerned, that well had run dry. They 
were old enough to look after themselves. Sadly, I was 
hated for that.

Like I cared.

I heard the toilet flush, then the sound of running 
water as Debbie washed her hands. We passed each other 
down the hall, and I went in to relieve the building 
pressure. As I stood there, I had the mental image of 
Debbie in the store, nearly naked, dashing back into 
the cubicle, her cute little butt bouncing in those 
sky blue panties. Her young body looked so...!

Cut that out! I chided myself. Why now, I wondered? 
Had I been too long without sex? Then I did a quick 
calculation, and realised that I had been celibate for 
nearly three years. Not good. I dreaded the fact I was 
going to have to do something about it, but 
masturbation was a faithful standby if I got too 
horny.

When I returned to the living room, my lovely young 
niece was in the kitchen, making herself a sandwich. I 
smiled, remembering myself at that age. I remember I 
was constantly hungry. I couldn't blame her, so even 
though I wasn't really hungry, I too made a snack.

Sitting down on the couch, I took a sip of coffee, and 
sighed. Hot, white, no sugar. Just the way I liked it. 
Debs came over, tucked a leg under herself, and 
nestled in closer. We sat there for about ten minutes, 
not talking, just taking advantage of the closeness 
and warmth of shared love.

Finally, my mind got round to the bags on the floor, 
and I asked Debbie if she would go put them away in 
the spare bedroom where she normally slept. She 
groaned, fussing, until she got up and flounced over 
to where they were. You should see her flounces! They 
are a production in themselves! She stood for a 
moment, and then deliberately stretched and yawned. 
With her arms above her head, it pulled her tee shirt 
tight against her chest, and with an audible gasp, I 
saw two delicious tiny globes under there, her 
immature nipples standing proud.

My God! My hormones raged. She slowly lowered her 
arms, but how did she manage to make the tee still 
tight against her chest? Ok, I admit it. I stared. I 
ogled. I even think I leered. I damn near came, the 
blood roared inside my head and I wanted to take her 
then and there.

I'm a red-blooded male, dammit, and I'm not sorry!

I must have looked foolish to her just then, because 
my mouth was open, and I actually moaned. Debbie 
giggled, then clutched her midriff as she bent over 
and belly laughed. I blinked, then got caught up in 
the playful mood, and laughed as well. Debbie was now 
on her knees, gasping, tears of mirth streaming from 
her eyes.

"Stop it, Uncle," she groaned, looked at me, then 
collapsed on the floor, as a fresh wave of giggles 
hit. It took a while, but we both finally calmed down, 
wiping the tears from our eyes, and hiccuping.

"Oh, God, Debbie," I managed to say, "you're so damn 
beautiful! If you weren't my niece...!" I shook my 
head and grinned to myself.

But, I had peace of mind to leave it at that. I can't 
go there, I told myself. So I stood up to help her put 
the bags away into her room.

I didn't actually realise that Debbie had gone silent. 
I was too happy to have shared this day with her, 
knowing that I had to drop her off to school in a 
couple of days, then she'd be back with her Mom. Every 
other weekend, it seemed, my sister would call me and 
ask if I could babysit Debra. My sister never called 
her Debbie. Always Debra.

Debbie had told me once that she hated to live with 
her Mom, because she always felt like the odd one out. 
She didn't get along with her siblings, or cousins, 
because they were all jealous of how special I seemed 
to treat her, and not them. Truth be told, I felt 
exactly the same way as Debbie. I too, felt like an 
outsider in my own family.

I had told Rena, my sister, that she didn't have to 
call, Debbie was welcome anytime she wanted to come 
over, for as long as she wanted. Rena had told me that 
the only time she wanted Debra home was for birthdays 
and Christmas. Apart from that, she didn't seem to 
care when Debbie came over, just as long as she didn't 
miss school.

It was when we were in the kitchen making dinner when 
Debbie spoke again. As she peeled the carrots, without 
looking at me, she wanted to know if I could answer a 
question.

"Of course, hon. Anything."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful, like you said? Am 
I, like, really pretty, and you're not just saying 
that?"

I looked over at her. She was standing at the sink, in 
front of the waste disposal, peeling another carrot. 
Her head was down, with her hair covering her face, so 
I couldn't see her expression. I put down the potato I 
was peeling, wiped my hands, and stepped over to her. 
Putting my hands on her shoulders, I whispered, "Look 
at me."

Her head came up, a bit reluctantly, I thought, and 
she had a wistful? look on her face. I searched her 
face, gazing at her, putting her hair behind her ear 
with a finger. I stood before her, and gathered her 
into my arms.

I turned my head, kissed her gently on the cheek, and 
told her, "I promised you once I would never lie to 
you, didn't I?"

She nodded.

"And I'll tell you again, so there will never, ever be 
any doubt. I love you, I always will, and no-one can 
ever say different. You are the most beautiful woman 
on this planet. Believe it."

She dropped the carrot and peeler in the sink, and 
gripped me tight around the neck in a huge bear hug.

"Oh, Uncle," she cried into my shoulder, "I love you! 
Thank you!"

I couldn't do anything except hold her and make 
statements like its ok and I love you, over and over 
again, as I rubbed her back. Who, but another female, 
can understand the female mind? We just held each 
other, and I breathed in the scent of her. She slowly 
disentangled herself, wiped her eyes, and suddenly, 
she was her cheerful self again, laughing as she told 
me maybe she'd peeled too many carrots.

I laughed too, except for a different reason. I had a 
memory of when my Mom was younger, and she used to 
have some other of her solo parent friends over for a 
few drinks, what she'd call their ladies night in. Mom 
bought us up by herself, my Dad was a jailbird. He'd 
been in trouble with the law since he was a child, and 
the only time Mom saw him was when he was let out of 
prison, and he'd come find her, have sex, and then 
disappear for his next big scam. All we knew was, us 
boys all looked like him, which made him proud, for 
some obscure reason.

When the women would get a bit drunk, a couple of them 
would start teasing Mom about her 'handsome eldest 
son', saying what they'd love do to me when I got old 
enough, egging each other on, until I was 
uncomfortable to be in the same room with them, my Mom 
included. Mom would laugh it off, and tell them that 
if they were that horny, they should 'go peel a 
carrot!' That usually set them all off into gales of 
laughter.

After dinner was over, instead of doing the dishes as 
we normally did, I told her to go have a shower, and 
then maybe we could have a look at what she'd got that 
day. I confessed to Debbie that I hadn't really made 
an effort to peek into the bags, because I reasoned 
that if she wanted to show me what she'd got, she 
would. If not, no biggie. That was her secret, and I 
would respect that decision.

Again, a bear hug. She was normally a shy reserved 
girl around others, but with me, she was very 
outgoing. I had made an effort when Debbie was growing 
up to always, without exception, be honest and open 
with her. We'd had our fights, arguments really, and 
there were times when I told her something she didn't 
want to hear, but we always made up, and the bond 
between us was as strong as ever.

One time, a few years ago, one of my sisters' 
'boyfriend's' had made a disparaging remark in Debra's 
hearing about her relationship with me, saying that I 
must be fucking her, or at least molesting her. We 
knew he wanted a piece of that action, he made it 
obvious, but this time, when Debbie heard it spoken 
like that, she went ballistic at him. She was nine, 
and without a word of a lie, it took three adult males 
to pull her off him.

He ranted and raved, threatened to call the police on 
this 'child fucking family', as he called us, but with 
myself and four brothers there at the time, we just 
gently beat him up and kicked his ass to the curb. My 
sister, who heard what he'd said, when she got her 
chance, she kicked him, twice! in the nuts, and told 
him in no uncertain terms to 'fuck off and never come 
back'. He did, a few days later, to pick up his stuff. 
It had all been thrown out on the front lawn, and it 
had rained heavily for a couple of days, which somehow 
did not make him feel kindly disposed toward us at 
all.

Shame that.

I sat down on the couch, then had a thought. I got up, 
went to my room, and bought out a camera that I got on 
sale somewhere. It was a Canon, pretty reasonable at 
the cost, and was still in the box, having never been 
opened. It could take stills, or video, with umpteen 
different settings, most of which were beyond me. I 
sat holding the box in my hands, and as I was just 
about to open it up for the first time, there was a 
god-almighty screech from Debbie's bedroom.

Dropping the camera, I rushed toward the room, just as 
Debbie rushed out. We collided, and we went down in a 
heap on the hallway floor. I was underneath, holding 
her tight, when it struck me that she was kissing me 
all over my head and face, paying more attention to my 
lips. It was like she was trying to devour me.

She was kissing me in a frenzy, gasping out words in 
between kisses. Words like boots, the boots! Clothes, 
and underwear, and thank you, and love you! I managed 
to half sit up, legs splayed, resting my weight on my 
hands. She had straddled my waist, her hands locked 
behind my head, and her hips kept rocking and grinding 
on my pubic area. Her eyes were wild, and I saw 
something there I never thought I would. Lust.

I was as scared at that moment, as scared as when Mom 
had found out I'd stolen some money out of her purse 
as a child. It was on a dare from my brothers, and 
when I'd done it, they promptly told Mom what I'd 
done. I got walloped pretty bad, even though I told 
her that my brothers had put me up to it. If I thought 
I'd get some leniency, I was mistaken. I was the 
eldest, so therefore I should have known better. I was 
responsible for my own actions, she said. My brothers 
laughed as she beat me.

Sometimes, I can still feel the jug cord on my back, 
buttocks, and legs.

Debbie, at twelve, was so utterly feral at that point, 
that I was bone shakingly afraid. My penis had grown 
in my pants to a hard steel bar, and Debbie was 
grinding herself on it, lost in her mind somewhere. 
She'd changed out of her jeans, and wore a skirt. It 
was now rucked up to her waist, and I could feel her 
panties as they dragged across my erection. 

Suddenly she clamped her thighs against mine, her eyes 
unseeing, a snarl distorting her features, then her 
eyes rolled up into her head, and she dropped boneless 
onto my chest, passing out. Somehow, I managed to get 
up, holding her in my arms, one across her back, and 
the other under her butt, her legs wrapped around my 
waist, like she used to do when she was five.

I staggered into her room, laying her down onto her 
bed. Her legs unhooked, and she flopped there, her 
breathing ragged. As I sat with her, I knew what had 
happened. Come on, I'm not that dense. She'd had a 
mighty powerful orgasm, and it was taking its toll on 
her. I noticed something else, too. I could smell her. 
The smell of sweat from her exertions, and the smell 
of aroused female. I'm no virgin, so that aroma was 
easy to identify. I got up, causing Debbie to mewl 
like a kitten but I hushed her, went to the bathroom, 
and dampened a cloth, which I used to gently wipe her 
face and neck.

Our relationship had just escalated to whole new 
different realm, and I was honestly lost for words. 
What was she going to do when she came around? How was 
she, and I for that matter, going to face this new 
development? Would she be the same old Debbie that I 
knew and loved, or would she be a stranger, not only 
to me, but to herself as well?

Now I was more than scared. I was frightened.

I got up and refreshed the damp cloth, gently patting 
down the sweat from her face and neck, whispering 
endearments, willing her wake up, but almost paralysed 
with the thought that she wouldn't.

"Come on, my darling," I whispered louder, "please 
wake up, you're scaring me. Come on, Debbie, open your 
eyes?"

Her breathing had gone back to normal by this point, 
and she looked so young, so helpless lying there, that 
my heart was breaking. Tears had actually began to 
fall down my face. Her arm rose shakily up toward my 
face, and like a drowning man clutching at a life-
preserver, I held her hand against my cheek.

Debbie half opened her eyes, and with a small smile on 
her face, whispered softly, "You've gone and done it 
now, Uncle. You're mine!"

***

I held her hand a moment longer, and then I asked her 
if she was feeling any better. She grinned, but the 
grin was the grin of a woman, not a little girl 
anymore. She'd changed, and I wasn't sure what that 
change meant. She told me that she'd never felt 
better, and if I could help her up, she'd go have that 
shower now. I helped her into a sitting position, then 
to her delight, I carried her to the bathroom. She 
held onto me tightly, curled up against me, reluctant 
to let me go. I set her down on her feet, and then 
turned to get her some towels from the cabinet.

When I turned around, my jaw nearly hit the floor. 
Debbie had taken off her sweat soaked tee shirt, and 
stood topless before me. She was magnificent! Her 
upper body was perfect, face slightly elfin, her hair 
all mussed and wild. Her shoulders sloped down to 
perfect arms, and her waist and tummy was flat and 
slightly muscular. Did I mention she was also on the 
team of several sports at school?

No? Silly me.

Her small breasts held my gaze for long moments. Both 
were perfectly symmetrical, the size of half oranges, 
with light brown nipples capping them. The aureolas 
were about an inch in diameter, and the nipples were 
about half the size of a pencil eraser. Small, but 
very perky!

With a wicked grin, she put her thumbs into the 
waistband of her skirt and panties, and in one fluid 
movement, pushed them to her feet. She kicked them 
away, and stood there, for what seemed to me an 
eternity. I was numb. I couldn't think. My mental 
processes shut down at that point. She was...stunning. 
A grown woman in miniature.

Her hips, as I said earlier, had a flair and grace of 
their own. There was not a trace of fat anywhere, but 
no sign of preteen boniness either. Her legs and 
thighs were immaculate, and the sight of her preteen 
pussy drew my eyes like a magnet. It was again, 
perfect in every way. It had a light dusting of down 
on it, just starting to shade over. The vaginal notch 
was smooth, no trace of hair, and her clitoral hood 
was poking slightly out. 

My erection returned with a vengeance. I drank the 
sight of her naked body in with my entire being. 
Debbie turned slightly, and turned on the shower taps, 
humming as she set the water temperature. I was a 
statue, the towels in my hands all but forgotten. Then 
she turned to me, took the towels out of my hands, and 
said, "Thanks, Unc, I can take it from here."

My mind clicked back into gear, realising that this 
was my cue to leave. How I managed to stagger out of 
there and back to the living room is still a mystery. 
I don't actually remember getting from the bathroom to 
the living room, it's still a blank.

In no time at all, it seemed, Debbie had had her 
shower, and had dressed in an old white tee shirt of 
mine, and under that, I could make out some dark 
panties. She walked over to me rather languidly, sat 
down and picked up the camera box I'd dropped.

"Ooh, whats this?" she asked, a playful look in her 
eye.

I had the unreasonable impulse to ask her who she was, 
where was my niece, and what had she done with her? 
She was, on the outside, still my lovely, beautiful 
niece, but inside, it was like a fully grown woman had 
possessed her. When I looked into her eyes, I could 
see that woman staring out at me. Debbie reached up, 
pulled my head down to hers, and kissed me. It was on 
the lips, a lovers' kiss. Gentle, sweet, thrilling.

Debbie turned her attention to the camera now, and 
suddenly, there she was again, young, innocent, fun, 
and very curious. She laughed and joked with me, 
teasing me about the camera, wanting to know if I was 
going to take 'naughty' pictures of her, of us, of, 
and she looked slyly at me, any girlfriends she didn't 
know about, hmmm?

I choked and spluttered, until my tongue finally 
worked properly. I told her I just wanted to film her, 
or at least take pictures of her unwrapping and 
showing off her presents. Debbie gave me another 
mysterious smile, and told me that maybe she could do 
better than that. "Oh, yeah, how?" I enquired. She 
just smiled that cheshire cat smile, and said, "just 
wait, you'll see!"

Debbie asked if I had a tripod, and when I said I did, 
she wanted to have me get it straight away. I did, and 
we spent some time setting it all up, and then with 
Debbie in the proverbial driver's seat, we went 
through the manual together. She made sure I was fully 
aware of what the camera could do. I went to take the 
camera from her, but she slapped my hands away, 
wanting to make sure it was focussed properly, and 
then when she was satisfied with what she saw through 
the viewfinder, we did some test shots with it, and 
some recording.

With the test shots, Debbie posed outrageously, being 
as sexy as she could, but still not showing or doing 
anything that would be considered too objectionable. 
Then she took quite a few of me, directing me and 
actually doing a pretty good job of it! When we did 
the recording, she put the stereo on, and mimed the 
words to an old favourite of mine, "Put Some Sugar On 
Me," by Def Leppard. 

Debbie turned the tables on me again, and got me to 
mime the words to Twisted Sister's "I Wanna Rock!" I 
hammed it up for all it was worth, causing Debbie to 
absolutely lose it! She thrashed around in fits of 
giggles, and we both roared with laughter, till we 
both collapsed in exhaustion.

I bought out my laptop, and uploaded the pics and 
videos onto it. When I went through them with her, 
Debbie was being very critical of the camera angles, 
lighting, and a dozen other things that she felt she 
was unhappy about. We had a wonderful time!


-= Chapter Two =-

When we'd spent about a half-hour sorting out the 
camera, Debbie pulled my lazy-boy chair around so that 
it was facing toward the far wall. When I inquired 
what she was up to, Debbie just smiled, and said, 
"Surprise!"

I chuckled. She'd turned my words against me! She told 
me to sit down, make myself comfortable, and she'd be 
right back. She also told me NOT to touch the camera, 
as she'd set it up just right! Giggling, she dashed 
out the door of the living room, down the hall to her 
room.

After a couple of minutes, she appeared dressed in one 
of the outfits she'd have me buy. She had put on a 
pair of new jeans, a blue cowboy style pop button 
shirt, and ankle socks. She did a quick 'catwalk', a 
pirouette, and then she was gone. When she returned, 
that outfit was different. She was wearing a lovely 
black dress, with straps across the shoulders, that 
hugged her figure, making her look at least five years 
older. She'd even put on the black boots to go with 
the dress, which thrilled me tremendously! She blushed 
when I nodded my head and said "Nice!"

For the next twenty minutes she was in and out of the 
room, putting on a new outfit, or mixing and matching. 
When she'd picked out those outfits, I had no idea, at 
that age, she knew how to mix and match her clothes.

See how dumb some men can be?

Then she came back into the room, and did a very 
beautiful curtsey. I applauded, and gave her a couple 
of wolf-whistles. She could tell from the pride in my 
eyes and face that I was seriously giving her an 
accolade. Debbie dashed across the room, threw herself 
into my lap, and squeezed me tight. She kissed me, 
again on the lips, and breathlessly asked if I had 
liked the show.

I didn't hold back. "You were wonderful!" I told her. 
Debbie positively glowed. Giving me another squeeze, 
she backed off, and suddenly shy, told me that the 
show wasn't finished, that she still had a couple more 
outfits to show me. "I'm ready, hon," I told her, "go 
for it!"

She stood by the door, and she almost seemed unwilling 
to go further. I told her that if she didn't want to 
show me, I was fine with that, she didn't have to. But 
she gathered her courage, and quietly went down the 
hall.

After a few minutes, Debbie called out, and asked me 
to close my eyes, and keep them covered. Bitten by 
curiosity, I closed my eyes, covered them with my 
hands, and called out that I was ready. I sat there, 
and the seconds ticked away, and then I called out to 
Debbie, and asked her if she was ready yet?

I nearly peed myself when her voice came quite close 
to me. "Ok, Uncle, open your eyes."

I opened my eyes, blinked, then blinked again. Debbie 
stood at my feet, dressed, if I can say that, in the 
blush pink camisole and matching panty set. Her 
nipples stood erect, and she'd brushed her hair down 
one side of her head, where it covered one breast. My 
breath caught, and my cock started to grow.

I couldn't speak. She was a vision of absolute 
divinity! If she'd sprouted wings, and told me she was 
an angel sent from God, I'd have fallen to my knees in 
adoration. The mere fact that I was sitting with my 
feet up stopped me doing exactly that!

Debbie started to fidget, and then my voice came back. 
I put my feet on the floor, leaned forward, took her 
hands in mine, and kissed them.

"Debbie, my darling, you look so beautiful! I can't 
get enough of looking at you! If I died this second, I 
would die a very, very happy man!"

I touched her face, and said, "Thank you, Debbie. I'm 
more honoured than you could realise!"

She positively beamed and glowed. She'd done right. 
She'd achieved her goal! But she wasn't ready to end 
it there yet.

"Wait here," she gushed, "there's more!"

More? I couldn't wait! So, I sat back, and waited. She 
must have changed in double-quick time, (well, mind 
you, it wouldn't really take that much time to get 
into and out of a piece of flimsy cloth!), because she 
was back in an outfit that was sheer and filmy, She 
had on high cut panties, and a bra that was made of 
the same material. Her body was covered, but on 
display as well. Her nipples stood proudly, and her 
little pussy was on display for my eyes alone.

Debbie turned slowly, raising and lowering her arms as 
though she were a beautiful bird about to take flight, 
but in slow motion. Her cute taut ass changed shape as 
she turned, and I was captivated by it. I wanted to 
reach out and cover her ass in kisses. I was in love 
with Debbie, I was burning with the flames of lust for 
my preteen niece.

Then it was over. Debbie walked slowly out the door, 
and I realised I had been holding my breath, which I 
let go with an explosive whoosh! Then she came back 
in, with another bra and pantie set, She moved and 
stretched, turning this way and that, making me hotter 
and hotter, watching her. I think I groaned in need as 
she moved before me.

There were a couple of other outfits, one black, and 
one white satin. Debbie went through a combination of 
slow dances, more like a slow gymnastic workout. By 
this time I was breathless, telling her how lovely, 
how beautiful she was, how proud of her I was. My 
hands were sweaty, and my heart beat like a 
triphammer.

Then she went out, and came back in, wearing just a 
brief sheer red panty.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped. They were the sheer 
panties I had seen on the chair in the shop! "Debbie," 
I gasped, "how did you know? How?"

She smiled, and told me she'd seen them by me, and 
just knew I loved them, and wanted to wear them, just 
for me. My heart broke, and I gathered her into my 
arms, and just held her. She was intoxicating. My 
little girl was growing up, and lucky me, I got to see 
it first! I was so very proud of her.

She broke contact with me then, and stepped back. She 
smiled, and asked me how was the show? I grinned, and 
told her I would remember it for the rest of my life, 
as it was the best thing she'd ever done for me.

Then she got a devilish look in her eyes, and dropped 
the sheer red panty down her legs, flicked them at me, 
and ran giggling back to her room. I caught them in 
mid-air, and brought them to my nose, inhaling her 
scent, so warm, and with a touch of her pussy odour 
from her juices. I still had them against my nose when 
she reappeared, dressed in tee shirt and panties this 
time. I dropped my hand, looking guilty as hell doing 
so. Debbie just giggled, and told me I could keep them 
if I wanted.

***

She climbed up into my lap, and we held each other, 
unwilling to let each other go. I felt wrung out, 
exhausted. Debbie did let me go, though. She leaned 
back, looked me in the eyes and thanked me, and then 
kissed me. Her lips parted, and she shyly ran her 
tongue across my lips. I went to pull her back in, but 
she resisted gently. I didn't push it; I just looked 
at her in love.

I had told her once that I would never make her do 
anything she didn't want to do, and I've always 
honoured that promise. But she's sure pushed the 
boundaries of that, I can tell you!

"Thank you for a wonderful birthday, Uncle," she said 
quietly.

Birthday? What? Then I thought quickly, and realised 
that this was indeed her birthday. She turned thirteen 
today, oops, yesterday, as it was now about ten after 
one Sunday morning. I must have looked guilty, because 
she swatted me on the head, and cried, "I can't 
believe you! You really forgot, didn't you! Sheesh!"

"I'm sorry, Debbie," I apologised. "I suppose I must 
have remembered subliminally?"

She pretended to think that over, then giggled and 
threw her arms around me. 

"I forgive you, you nasty man," she laughed. "Don't do 
that again!"

I laughed, and promised not to. Mentally, I crossed my 
fingers.

"Well," she sighed, "I'm tired and I need to sleep. 
See you in the morning? Or, in daylight?"

"Sure," I said, "go to bed. See you later. Love you!."

"Love you too! Enjoy the video!"

She giggled, then went to her room.

The video. Strange, I'd absolutely forgotten about it! 
I got up, stopped the recording, and extracted the 
memory card. Then I powered up my laptop, inserting 
the card. I uploaded the video, and while it didn't 
take long, I made myself a hot chocolate drink. The 
video had finished uploading, so I deleted the card, 
put it back into the camera, and plugged the laptop 
into my big screen TV. I switched off the lights, 
making sure that Debbie was ok, and asleep. Then I sat 
down, grabbed the remote, and pressed play.

I lay there in the dark, watching Debbie go through 
her fashion show again. This time, I took it slow, 
pausing every now and then, using software to take 
screenshots, then saving them. When it came time for 
her lingerie show, I put the video on slo-mo. I wanted 
to catch every nuance of her body as it moved. I began 
to get hard, and so I gave in to my body's needs. I 
shucked off my jeans and shorts, after a moment's 
thought, my shirt as well. I began to slide my hand 
slowly up and down my shaft, rubbing the precum over 
the head to lubricate it, and as it spilled out, down 
my cock as well.

As the show progressed, so did the movement of my 
hand. I was moaning with supressed need, and then the 
time came for Debbie to step out of her red sheer 
panties. So when I watched her slowly stand up, she 
was completely nude, and I let my orgasm loose. I came 
hard, lights going off behind my eyelids. I almost 
shouted out my release, my cum shooting all over my 
chest and belly. But I kept as quiet as possible, for 
fear of waking Debbie. I lay on the chair, shuddering 
in delight, and enjoying the lassitude that overtook 
me. 

I almost fell asleep, but rousing myself, I used my 
shirt to clean myself off. Then I shut down my T.V, 
turned off my laptop, and put it away. Smiling, I went 
to bed. As I went down the hallway, I'm positive I saw 
Debbie's bedroom door closing, but I was sure I was 
mistaken. Thinking nothing of it, I hopped into bed 
and crashed, asleep almost instantly.

***

When I awoke, the sun was shining through the window 
of my room, and the light stabbed into my eyes. The 
alarm clock told me it was seven past eleven. I 
groaned, turning over and tried to bury my head into 
the blankets. Then a perky voice chirped, "Good 
morning, sleepyhead! Are you awake yet?"

I raised my head. And saw Debbie sitting on the edge 
of my bed, with a steaming hot cup of coffee in her 
hands.

"How did you know I was going to be awake at this 
moment?" I mumbled, wanting the coffee, and wanting to 
pee as well.

"I didn't!" she said, wafting the cup near my nose. "I 
let the coffee do all the talking!"

"Huh," I grumbled, "you probably had to torture it 
into submission first, I bet!"

"Well, for that remark," she pouted, "no coffee for 
you! More for me!," and walked out of the room, taking 
the cup with her.

She wasn't kidding. When she did drink coffee, she had 
it exactly the same as mine, her choice, and she loved 
it that way.

Grumbling, I slowly crawled out of bed, and went to 
the bathroom, where I sighed as I stood over the bowl 
and let loose my stream. I flushed, then turned on the 
shower, waiting for it to warm up. I grabbed a towel, 
put it on the rack, and stepped in, feeling the water 
run all down and over my body. As I soaped and cleaned 
myself, I mentally replayed the fashion show in my 
head, my favourite scene was when Debbie stepped out 
of those red panties, her virgin pussy before my eyes.

I stopped myself there, because without realising it, 
I had begun to masturbate. My cock was hard, and I had 
to calm myself. Finishing my shower, I dried off, 
brushed my teeth, shaved, then returned to my room and 
got dressed for the day.

Debbie had fixed me breakfast, bless her, and we had 
bacon and eggs, with toast and marmalade. She'd even 
made me a fresh coffee! I asked her if she'd been 
awake all this time, and she cheerily told me she'd 
got up around eight, and that she'd slept fine. I 
asked her also if she'd waited for me to get up before 
having breakfast, and she grinned as she confessed to 
having a pre-breakfast breakfast earlier. I chuckled 
at that, remembering she could put away twice or three 
times what an adult could eat, without putting on an 
ounce!

She kept up a constant stream of chatter, telling me 
what she was going to do at school tomorrow, what 
subjects she had, what teachers she was going to have, 
what friends she was going to share classes with, and 
a hundred and one different details of her planned 
day, including this one. That's the good thing about 
Debbie, in case you're wondering. She may chatter, 
sometimes words flowing like water through a hosepipe, 
but she's never been an empty-headed chatterbox.

The difference being, she holds a conversation with 
you.

You just have to keep up.

After we put the dishes away into the dishwasher, we 
tidied up the kitchen, and then went into the living 
room. I asked Debbie what she wanted to do, and she 
stopped for a moment, a little smile on her lips. Her 
eyes flicked up and down my body. But she just asked 
if she could spend some time on my computer, as she 
had some research to do for her class projects.

That's another understanding we have. I told her once, 
if she needed anything, needed to go anywhere, or 
needed to do anything, all she had to do was ask. If 
it was in my power to do or give it to her, then it 
was hers. No conditions, no reservations. As long as 
it was for her own good, and didn't hurt anyone, least 
of all herself, then it was ok. She's never once 
fucked that up.

I live in a three bedroom house, the master bedroom 
was mine, the guest bedroom was where Debbie slept 
when she was here, I suppose you could say it was her 
room now by default, because she had a lot of her 
clothes and other possessions put away in there. She'd 
had a recurring nightmare a year ago or so where all 
her cousins, including the boys, had broken down her 
bedroom door at home, and had carted off everything 
she owned, and that wasn't saying much at the time. 
So, one day she turned up at my place with a sack that 
was larger than her, with just about everything that 
was important to her in it.

As usual, her mother hit the roof about it. I hear the 
argument was a doozy, being one of the few times 
Debbie held her own against her Mom, and won.

The smallest room I had set up as a den. My computer 
desk was in there, and the den was set up as an 
office. Like I said, I had made some investments, so I 
really didn't need to work, but occasionally, just to 
get out of the house, I'd do some off the book jobs 
for friends, or friend of friends.

I am what you would call a jack-of-all-trades, master 
of none. These days, if you need to find work, you 
needed a piece of paper to say you were qualified for 
that position. Which, for what I can do, I don't. I 
did, however, have a couple of online courses going, 
which takes time. Unless the assignments were 
important, I'd do them when Debbie wasn't there.

It's not that I didn't trust her; it was just that my 
time with her was more important, if you know what I 
mean.

I led her into the den, and she stood for a second or 
two just letting her eye roam around, taking it all 
in. On the wall behind the computer desk, I had set up 
a wall to wall bookshelf. I made it myself, out of 
recycled oak, it was damn heavy, but sturdy. That 
bookshelf would outlive Debbie and me both. It had 
books on every shelf, and some that couldn't fit were 
placed seemingly at random, but the subject matter was 
relevant to where they were placed.

I had recently purchased a HP Omni 220 PC, one where 
the computer and screen were all-in-one. Much better 
than the clunky tower I was constantly kicking. I 
powered it up and Debbie sat down in front of it while 
it booted up, and giggled as she turned her head 
toward me as I typed in the password. She gave me a 
quick peck on the lips, and then I was immediately 
forgotten as she jumped into cyberspace. Within 
seconds, she was in an entirely different world.

Leaving her to it, I wandered outside, and took a deep 
breath. The air was fresh and clean, but as I looked 
up, a cold breeze took the warmth away, and it had 
become overcast. The clouds began to chase each other 
across the lowering sky. The late summer storms were 
due, and it looked like a good one coming. I 
personally loved the thunder and rain, although 
sometimes when Debbie was a child still, she'd come 
into my room at night and snuggle under the covers 
with me, feeling safe in her uncle's arms. She would 
then drift off, and by morning, after the storm had 
blown itself out, would already be up and about, her 
cheeriness brightening the house.

I decided that, as there really wasn't much to do, I 
put the washing on. As I loaded the washing machine, I 
had picked up the shirt I had used to wipe myself off 
with when I had jacked off to the video of Debbie's 
'fashion show'. The semen had dried, and I caught a 
whiff of it. Two emotions warred within me. First, 
there was pride at her courage in doing that for me, 
and I felt a wave of love for that bright wonderful 
girl. Right behind it, though, was a feeling that 
maybe I might be doing something wrong, something that 
could ruin my relationship with her, and my family.

True, my family and I don't always get on together, 
and any visit longer than an hour or two would end up 
in an argument, with words spoken or shouted that 
couldn't be take back. I sighed. Some things couldn't 
be changed, no matter how much I might have wished 
otherwise.

I loaded the machine, added powder, and turned it on. 
It hummed and gurgled away happily. I had a sudden 
urge to read, something I had neglected for at least a 
couple months. I enjoy sitting down on my lazy boy, 
tucked up with a book. I love the way it adds fuel to 
my imagination, transporting me to worlds different 
from the one I presently inhabited. I started humming 
a tune, and I remembered the song, Pour Some Sugar On 
Me. Def Leppard. I chuckled, and went into the den to 
choose a book. I caught Debbie quickly minimize a site 
page, and then she started to scroll down another one. 
It zipped past so fast, my eyes started to water. She 
was sitting in the chair, which was padded, and 
covered in black leather. Her legs were under her, and 
with one hand, her right, she moved and clicked the 
mouse, while the other one was tucked under her shirt, 
resting on her tummy.

I came up behind her, massaged her shoulders, causing 
her to stretch back, and almost purr.

"Ooh, that's nice!"

I kissed her on the top of her head, and asked if she 
had found what she was looking for.

"Uh huh. Lots of info!" she giggled.

She was still scrolling, then she flipped to another 
page, and as the words flew by, I shook my head.

"I don't know how you can take that all in," I 
murmured. "It makes my eyes hurt just watching."

"It's easy, Uncle. All you have to do is pay 
attention."

"Uh-huh. Well, I going to find a book, then I'm going 
to read for a bit. You ok here?"

She turned, and flashed me a bright smile. "Sure! You 
go ahead. I'll be here awhile."

I left her, causing her to groan as my hands left her 
shoulders. As I had no book in mind, I just scanned 
the titles, and finally settled on Raymond Feist's 
book, Magician. I had read that book so often, I could 
give you a running commentary on the characters, 
plots, and various other details.

I settled on my lazy boy, opened the book at random 
and as I started reading, and became involved in Pug 
and the Duke of Crydee's dash, running from the Dark 
Brothers. Without giving too much away, they end up 
meeting Dolgan, a dwarf, and his men, and it leads on 
to other exciting adventures.

When my bladder started to protest, I put the book 
down and stretched. Looking at my watch, I was 
surprised that two and a half hours had gone by. I got 
up, and when I passed the den, I noticed that the 
computer was shut down, and Debbie had gone to her 
room for a nap. I poked my head around the door frame, 
and watched her for a moment. She looked so lovely, 
curled up on her side facing the door. Her hair was 
spread out around her like a brunette halo, and I felt 
another feeling of love wash over me.

Then she smiled, and murmured, "I know you're watching 
me."

Debbie opened her eyes, swung her legs over the side 
of the bed, stood up, and stretched, causing me to 
inhale sharply. I could never get enough of this girl 
and her body. Debbie walked past me, then dashed for 
the bathroom, giggling and shouting, "Me first!"

"Hey!" I yelled, and made a grab for her. Debbie 
shrieked, and ducked into the bathroom, slamming the 
door. There was no snick of the lock, because we loved 
each other enough to respect each other's' privacy. I 
danced and wiggled, holding myself, waiting for her to 
finish. Finally! The toilet flushed, and the sound of 
running water almost drove me over the edge.

She appeared at the door, gave me an innocent smile, 
and in a mock girlish voice enquired, "Why are you 
holding onto yourself, Uncle?

Giving her a mock glare back, I muttered, "Sadistic 
witch. I'll get you for that!"

She laughed, and pushed me into the bathroom, where I 
managed not to wet myself, pulling my cock out just in 
time. I peed, sighing out loud.

I actually jumped when Debbie piped up.

"Wow! So that's how you do it!"

She was actually standing next to me, looking down at 
my stream, fascinated.

"Hey, you!" I spluttered. "Privacy, remember?"

"But Uncle," she purred, "he's sooo pretty!"

She gave my ass a squeeze, and walked out, laughing.

***

When I came back into the living room, it had started 
to spit, and the wind had picked up, getting colder. 
Debbie stood at the ranchslider, staring out into the 
street, her arms wrapped around herself, and was 
rubbing her own arms. She was wearing only a tube top 
and cut-off jean shorts. She looked so forlorn and 
lonely. The light was failing outside, so she pulled 
the curtains closed, and went around, turning on 
essential lights, and closing windows.

Although it was still a little warm in the house, I 
put the heating on, but low enough to be comfortable. 
Debbie came up to me, kissed me on the lips, and 
hugged me, her face and hands on my chest. I lifted up 
her face by putting a finger under her chin, and 
gently asked, "Still with the storms?"

She reached up with a hand, and pulled me in for 
another kiss, and murmured, "Uh-huh."

Just then serendipity kicked in, and there was a loud 
crash of thunder. Debbie gave a blood-curdling shriek, 
jumping into my arms, almost climbing over onto the 
top of my head. Slipping down, wrapping her legs 
around my waist, Debbie clutched my body very tightly. 
Her hair was almost standing on end, and she trembled 
with fright, laughing in embarrassment.

She climbed down, much like a cat getting out of a 
tree, and stood there, her chest heaving, letting the 
adrenaline dissipate. I was mesmerised by the way her 
breasts moved up and down. Her nipples became erect 
when she saw me staring at her obvious charms. She 
giggled again, her young breasts trembling, and told 
me to relax, dinner was on her tonight. My eyes lit 
up, and she went wide-eyed, and blushed.

"Nooo, silly," she squealed, swatting me on the belly. 
"You've got sex on the brain! Sheesh!"

Laughing, I turned the TV on, and flicked to the 
Discovery channel. My TV, my prerogative. I sat there, 
moving only when Debs came in and passed me a hot 
coffee. I thanked her, and turned back to the box. 
It's a flat screen, and I still call it The Box. 
Thanks, Ma.

I half-heard her chopping something, the tap turned on 
and off a couple times, the aroma of chicken burgers 
and toasted buns wafted in, making my mouth water. 
Chicken burgers are Debbie's second favourite food, 
next to boiled spaghetti, aka spaghetti Bolognese, 
with lots of cheese. She absolutely loathes the canned 
stuff. More than once, she simply dumped her dinner, 
plate and all, into the trash because it had tinned 
spaghetti on it. That made her real popular with her 
mother.

Remembering the washing, I took it out of the machine, 
and put it into the dryer. The dryer was fixed with an 
outflow pipe, so that the hot moist air and lint would 
go outside, leaving the house warm and dry.

Dinner was a bit quiet, neither of us saying much. I 
had two burgers, Debbie had one. As we sat at the 
table sipping hot drinks, I asked Debbie something 
that I'd been meaning to talk with her about. "Hon," I 
began, "how come you don't seem to have your friends 
around, or talk to them on the phone? The reason I ask 
now is that when you were standing by the ranchslider 
earlier, you looked lonely. So," I inhaled, "if you 
want to chat with your friends on the phone, or 
online, you always can, you know!"

The look she gave me, when she tilted her head to one 
side, and the almost sad smile, made me melt.

"Thank you, Uncle. I know you mean that. Maybe I 
will."

She looked down, and fidgeted with her hands.

"A lot of the girls at school have cellphones, you 
know. They talk and text each other all the time. 
That's why I hardly hear from them, unless I call 
them, usually from a landline"

She went quiet, then softly said, "I asked Momma if 
she could get me a cellphone, but she hit the roof 
about it."

Then she raised her head, and with a look of defiance, 
said, "And no, that wasn't a hint, either! You've done 
so much already, I would only be imposing on you, and 
Momma and the rest are always saying how I impose on 
you, far too much!"

Two tears slipped from her eyes, ran down her cheeks, 
and she whispered, "Momma always said that one day, 
all this stuff you got me has got to be paid for, and 
when you come lookin' for payment, I'm gonna be 
sorry!"

She ducked her head, rather than face me.

She was so fragile just then, I think a sneeze would 
have shattered her into a billion pieces.

Without saying a word, I got up and left the kitchen 
heading for my den. Debbie went pale, and seemed to 
shrink in fear, taking in the look on my face, 
probably thinking I was going to call her mother. I 
was mad enough to, and I sure felt like it. If I 
chewed iron, I could have spat nails. I went into the 
den, pulled out a box, opened it, made a phone call, 
did what I had to do, and then, taking the box and its 
contents with me, went back out to the kitchen.

Debbie still sat where I had left her, looking sad and 
forlorn. She was slumped down, in an attitude of 
defeat. I went up to her, kissed her on the top of her 
head, and whispered, "Happy Birthday, honey!" passing 
her the box.

She looked down at the box, then up at me. She 
squealed loudly, and began to hyperventilate, 
muttering, "ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod." Her feet 
drummed on the floor, and she kept making this 
"eeeeeee!" sound. In her hands was a top of the line, 
straight off the shelf, cellphone. I won't bore you 
with the details, only to say, that this version of a 
well-known brand had only just been released onto the 
market.

It had been given to me as payment for a job I did 
about six months ago. Debbie literally shredded the 
box getting it open. Her eyes were wide, and she held 
it up, saying in a voice full of wonder, "Look Unc, it 
works!"

I tried so hard not to laugh watching this 
demonstration, it hurt my face too much! Then very 
carefully, she placed the phone on the table, got up, 
came around to me and put her arms around my neck. 
Looking down at me, she lowered her head, and kissed 
me.

No peck this time. No light sweet gentle touches. 
Nope. This time, she goddam well kissed me! Her mouth 
was open, her tongue swirled in and out of my mouth. 
She chased my tongue back and forth, like a predator 
with its prey. She growled and moaned, and I could 
detect a whiff of excitement from her. Her left hand 
went to the back of my head, grabbed a handful of 
hair, then pulled back, but not so much it really 
hurt. Her right hand roamed all over my chest, as 
though it had a mind of its own. I wondered if she 
were trying to pull my shirt off, because she pulled 
and yanked it back and forth, up and down. I lost 
track of time, but when we surfaced, we were both 
panting heavily, and both highly strung.

I held onto her, and when my breathing was back to 
normal, I looked my beautiful girl in the eye, and 
told her, "Debbie, I'm telling you now. Right here, 
and I'm promising you this. Everything I have ever 
given you has been out of love for you. I love you. No 
payment, as your Momma said, is necessary, or 
expected. Are we clear on that?"

She mewled, her face screwed up, and then she sank 
onto my lap. She cried hard, happy or sad tears, I 
couldn't tell you. Puberty is a bitch, I thought.


-= Chapter Three =-

I got the clothes out of the dryer, and spent some 
time folding them up and putting them away, knowing 
Debbie would want to check out her new cellphone. 
Debbie wasted no time putting in the numbers of all 
her friends, and god knows what else, into her new 
cell. She sat cross-legged on the couch, texting, and 
giving the occasional chuckles, and what sounded like 
some very naughty giggles! I finished with the 
washing, and went into the den to surf the net. After 
a couple of hours, I called out to her and told her it 
was time to shower, and get ready for bed, which she 
did, remarkably without too much fuss.

When she had bathed, and taken care of her feminine 
obligations, I had my shower, and while I did that, 
Debbie went through the house, turning off lights, and 
having a general tidy-up.

Debbie stood at the door of her room, and as I passed, 
heading for my room, she stopped me, and shyly put her 
arms around me. She snuggled there for a few seconds, 
and I held onto her, revelling in her smell. She 
finally pulled away, and making a kiss-kiss motion 
with her lips, stepped back and closed her door.

I stood by my bed, and set the alarm clock. I needed 
to get Debbie up and ready for school by eight, 
minimum. I dried off, and slipped into bed. This 
weekend ran through my mind, and I was amazed at how 
so much had happened, and how much things had changed. 
I was still a bit worried, especially after what 
Debbie had told about her home life, and what her 
Momma, my sister, had said to her.

I lay there for a long time, sleep being elusive. The 
storm had abated somewhat, but now seemed to pick up. 
I could hear the wind as it howled and moaned around 
the house. There was the sound of heavy rain, and 
lightning lit up the room, and there was a loud crash 
of thunder.

Debbie squealed in the next room, and then there she 
was, standing at my door. Without saying a word, I 
simply raised the blankets. She scooted under, her 
back to me, her feet cold on my thighs as she curled 
up in the foetal position. Debbie was dressed in a tee 
shirt, which slowly warmed up as she lay next to me.

Just as I was getting comfortable and drowsy, I jolted 
awake. I suddenly realised I was naked, and a thirteen 
year old girl was in my bed. I didn't have a pair of 
shorts handy, and if I got out of bed, she'd see my 
cock, and if she kept squirming around like she was, 
my erection.

Ok, I may be a perv, and open to the thought of sex 
with young girls, but I do have some residual morals. 
I almost slapped myself for thinking like that. I felt 
like a hypocrite.

Debbie tossed and turned, and with a snort of anger, 
sat up, put her feet on the floor, and pulled her tee 
shirt off over her head, throwing it onto the floor. 
She then turned, pushed me onto my back, and snuggled 
up close to me, her head on my shoulder, and her leg 
over my thigh. She started to draw lazy circles on my 
chest with her finger, sending little shocks down to 
my cock, which started to come awake.

"That's better," she purred.

"Um, Debbie," I said a bit hesitantly, "what are you 
doing?"

"Well, Uncle," she said quite matter-of-factly, "I 
normally sleep naked, but I have my period, it started 
yesterday, and that's why I left my panties on!"

"The tee shirt was uncomfortable," she continued, "so 
I took it off. You don't mind, do you?"

God help me, no I didn't. And I told her so. Debbie 
giggled, rubbing her leg up and down mine. Her knee 
made brief contact with my groin, and that brought my 
erection to full length.

"Ok, Debbie," I spoke, "what are we going to do now?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, curious.

"I'm hard as a rock," I told her, my voice almost 
breaking.

She went quiet, and slowly, oh so slowly, her hand 
trailed down my body. I turned my head, and she was 
watching me, but in the dark, I couldn't see her 
expression.

I started to speak, to say something, anything... She 
brought her hand back up my body, and put a finger on 
my lips.

"Shhh," she whispered, "I want to do this, ok?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded; curious myself as to 
what she had in mind. Debbie rose up, and began 
kissing my chest, then raising herself over me, sat on 
my thighs, the base of my erection just touching her 
clitoral hood. She leaned down, and took my right 
nipple in to her mouth, and as I sucked in a breath, 
she sucked my nipple.

Oh! My! God! I nearly came, just from her sucking. She 
swirled her tongue over and around my nipple, while 
her right hand stimulated my left nipple. I began 
groaning, it had been too long since I had any female 
contact, and only the masturbation last night kept me 
from shooting off too soon.

Debbie released my nipple, causing me to let out a 
small whine of disappointment, and continued to kiss 
and lick her way over my chest, till at last she found 
my left nipple. She reversed her actions, sucking my 
nipple while rubbing and gently pinching the other 
one.

I was in heaven. She was a Goddess, she was a 
Succubus, Heaven and Hell all wrapped into one.

Debbie then supported her weight on her left hand, her 
arm rigid, and trailed the right down my body, over my 
stomach, until she met the line of my pubic hair. With 
her weight on me, I couldn't thrust upward very far, 
but I must have communicated my need, because she 
gently wrapped her hand around my now rock hard, 
turgid member. She began a slow up and down rubbing 
movement, and though she'd never had a cock in her 
hands before, she was doing a damn fine job of it. Her 
thumb rubbed up and down the underside of my cock, 
adding a new dimension to what she was finding was 
coming naturally to her.

She began a rocking motion, her panty-covered clitoral 
hood rubbing at the base of my cock. Her hand kept its 
rhythm, gently rubbing up and down, and I could feel 
moisture leaking from both of us, my precum soaking 
her hand, and my cock, both of our juices making her 
panties slick. Debbie's breathing began to get heavy, 
and she began to make guttural noises deep in her 
throat.

I could feel an orgasm boiling in the base of my 
belly, and I managed to gasp, "Debbie! I'm going to 
shoot soon!"

"Do it!" she demanded, "Cum for me! Let me see it!"

Her hand speeded up, her hips matching her efforts. I 
couldn't hold back, but the orgasm just grew, and 
grew, flaring out into every nerve and fibre of my 
body, and I wondered if I could come. It seemed to 
build up in my balls, and they felt like they were on 
fire. We were both thrashing now, guttural grunts and 
groans issuing from both of us.

Then it happened. I gave a groaning shout, more of a 
roar, and my hips rose up off the bed, lifting Debbie 
like she didn't weigh an ounce. She wailed as her 
orgasm hit her, but she held onto me, riding my hips 
like a girl on a mechanical bull.

Then Serendipity stepped in. Again. At that moment, a 
bright flash of lightning lit up the room, and the 
image before me was burned into my mind. At the apex 
of the rise, Debbie was holding my ejaculating cock, 
my semen flying through the air, in her right hand. 
Her left arm was thrown up over her head, and her 
breasts were bouncing, her nipples hard and proud. The 
look on her face was frightening, another face, 
another being, superimposed on it. Her eyes were black 
as coals, and they seemed to glow with an inner fire.

We both crashed onto the bed, gasping, trying to get 
our breath back. Debbie's left hand kept clenching and 
unclenching a handful of sheet, while her right was 
still grasping my now deflating cock. She had 
collapsed onto me on impact, gurgling, and I could 
feel my semen gluing us together. I managed a tired 
chuckle at the thought.

"Mmmm?" Debbie managed.

Feeling really weak, and still smiling, I told her, "I 
thought you wanted to see me cum?"

"Hum? she mumbled.

"Well, if you can't see it, you may be able to feel 
it. You're lying in it!"

I laughed weakly, and Debbie, trembling, rose up, and 
wiped her tummy.

"Wow!" she murmured, looking down at herself. "No 
shit?"

That seemed like it was the funniest thing I'd ever 
heard, and I laughed. Debbie grinned, and laughed 
weakly.

"How about we wait till morning, and shower," I 
suggested, "I really don't feel up to it right now."

She gave my cock a squeeze, and told me, "Nope, you're 
not up to it at all."

***

When the alarm clock went off in the morning, we both 
disentangled our arms and legs from each other. Debbie 
got up and padded to the bathroom, and I heard the 
shower start up. As I was putting on a pair of shorts, 
I saw that the bathroom door was open, Debbie was in 
the shower, soaping herself down, and she had a dreamy 
look on her face. I didn't say anything about the 
shower door being open. How could I? We had done 
something so out of character with each other last 
night that it now felt like we had no secrets from 
each other. .I went to the kitchen, and got the coffee 
under way, and pulled out some fixings for breakfast.

As I sat at the table, drinking my coffee and deep in 
thought, Debbie came in, smelling fresh and dressed 
for the day. Her school bag she dumped on the couch, 
and she came over to me and hugged me, giving me a 
kiss on the cheek. She pointed toward the shower, and 
told me to go and get clean, she'd fix breakfast.

I picked up my cup, then went and did as she said. As 
I stood in the shower, I realised that she hadn't 
mentioned last night at all. Did she feel embarrassed 
about it? I reasoned that if she did, she probably 
wouldn't have kissed me or given me that hug. I had to 
find out what she was thinking, and how she felt about 
this new turn of events.

After brushing my teeth and shaving, I got dressed. I 
put on warmer clothes than normal, as there still was 
a cold wind blowing, and it was still spitting 
outside. Debbie kept some warmer clothes at my place, 
and I did notice that she had dressed for the weather. 
She's a smart girl.

When I came back out, I sat down at the table, and 
poured myself another coffee. Debbie put some bacon 
and eggs in front of me, running her hand over the 
back of my neck for brief moment, before sitting down 
and eating. When breakfast was over, she collected the 
dishes, and put them in the sink for me to wash later.

I got up and joined her at the kitchen sink, and said, 
"Debbie, I... uh..." But she stopped me, putting a 
finger on my lips, just like last night.

"It's all right," she said. "I wanted to do it, 
remember?"

I nodded.

"Good! Then it's settled! I can't wait to go to school 
so I can show off my new cellphone! Rachel Wiggs is 
going to be sooo jealous! Her father's rich, and she 
doesn't even have this model yet! I really need to get 
some more of my friend's numbers!"

Then she smiled, and the old Debbie was back, as fun 
and as perky as ever. We laughed and joked together, 
until it was time for me to take her to school. On the 
way, she told me she had left the majority of her new 
clothes at my place, because she was afraid her 
cousins, the girls mainly, would try to steal it all. 
Especially the underwear! she gasped. She had only 
taken what she thought was necessary, including two 
pair of shoes, and she was wearing her new jeans and 
sneakers.

***

When I got home from dropping her off at school, the 
house was so empty without her. Suddenly, it was like 
the house had grown, expanded, and I felt so small 
within it. It was still a bit dark out, with the 
overcast sky and the rain, so I put some lights on, 
and turned the heating up a little.

I put the coffee on, a new batch. I love filter 
coffee. I have a latté machine, but I only use it for 
special occasions, or when I'm 'entertaining'. As the 
coffee machine was doing its work, I stripped down my 
bed, and hers, airing them out, gathering up our 
sheets and pillowcases for washing. Holding them in my 
arms, I could smell Debbie's scent on them. For an 
irrational moment, I found I just wanted to hold them 
all day, and leave them as is, inhaling her scent. But 
I got my mind under control, and threw them into the 
washer, added powder, and set the machine. As I walked 
away, it seemed to give a happy gurgle, almost like a 
laugh?

Naw.

I was up late on Wednesday night, putting the 
finishing touches to a proposal for a contract that 
had come up in the joinery business. It was something 
I loved to do, it gave me a real sense of pride to 
build something that was going to last, not fall apart 
like most MDF rubbish these days. I had just shut down 
my computer, and was tidying up, when someone banged 
loudly on my front door.

I was a bit put out about that, as it was an angry 
knock, not a friendly neighbour knock. I opened the 
door, and was almost bowled down by Debbie being 
launched at me by her mother. Rena was hog wild with 
rage. She also stunk of cheap rot-gut booze. One of 
her sons stood behind her, glaring at me, over six 
feet of pure ugliness physically and mentally, and he 
stepped forward, bringing his arms up. He stunk like a 
sewer. I thought he was going to fight me, and as I 
tensed for the confrontation, Rena moved to the side, 
and he all but threw a large box of Debbie's 
belongings at me. He spat on my porch, then stomped 
off.

"Rena?" I asked. "What the hell is going on here?"

Rena, with some difficulty, got her voice under 
control. "Albert," she spat, swaying on her feet, "you 
want this damn little hussy, you can have her! I, we, 
all of us have had enough of her lording it over us! 
Uncle this, and Uncle that! Showing off her new 
cellphone, for Christssake, like it was the fuckin' 
crown jewels of England! Holy fuck! We all know you 
think you're soooo much better than us! Well, Mr 
Asshole, this is it! We wash our hands of you. Of both 
of you! You see what it's like to raise a child these 
days! You'll be dumping her on us in a week, naw, 
less!"

My sister, when she worked herself into a drunken 
rage, always did stupid things like this, but never 
this bad. I looked down at Debbie, and she was 
trembling in fear so bad, she was shaking like a leaf 
in a gale. She had latched onto my ankles, and I could 
feel the force of her grip. No shit, I was going to 
have bruises there tomorrow.

"Rena," I said as calmly as I could, "are you sure 
about this? This is your daughter, your own flesh and 
blood! Think about this, please!"

Rena stood up straight, glaring, and crossed her arms, 
and when she did that, I knew that the fight was over. 
Debbie and I were our only family now. When Rena 
Mortenson crossed her arms, it was a done deal. No 
going back, no hope of reprieve. I sighed.

"Ok, Rena," I conceded. "Will you want me to make the 
arrangements for change of custody? I can do that as 
soon as the courthouse opens in the morning. It 
shouldn't take long to get the paperwork signed and 
stamped."

"Do anything you damn well fuckin' please, Mr 
Asshole!" she spat. "You bring me them papers, I'll 
sign 'em, and then you can wipe your lily white ass 
with 'em, as far as I'm concerned!"

I sighed, feeling a deep bitter loss. "I'll be around 
by lunch tomorrow."

"Take your time!" she sneered. Then she turned around, 
and sailed off into the darkness, out to their car, 
where two of her sons berated her for not letting them 
"pound that shit-eating motherfucker!"

She slapped them both so hard, they had to duck to 
deflect the worst of the blows. Rena wasn't a small 
woman, not fat, but solid. She could take her sons, 
and beat them flat in no time at all.

Thank god Rena hadn't thought to slam my door. It 
would have shattered on impact. Rena was an ugly 
drunk, and I knew from first-hand experience what she 
was capable of.

I made sure to stay by the door until the car 
screeched away in a cloud of tyre smoke. Then I tried 
to close the door, but Debbie still clung to my 
ankles, being in the way. I had to use almost all of 
my strength to peel her fingers away, closed the door, 
and then lift her up so I could check to see if she'd 
suffered anything worse than a beating.

There was a few slap marks on her face, red and 
inflamed, and some bruising and discoloration around 
her neck, where Rena had gripped her, but other than 
that, she seemed physically fine, but emotionally 
traumatised. Debbie sobbing so badly, and unaware of 
what was happening around her, that she quickly became 
almost catatonic from shock.

I lay her on the couch, and picked up her stuff, where 
it had scattered on the floor when Rena's son Mark had 
thrown it. Her schoolbag, and-thank god!-her cellphone 
were there. The rest of her clothes, except the new 
ones I'd bought her-which were conspicuously missing-
were all threadbare and not worth keeping. How the 
hell Debbie had survived in that cesspool of a home, I 
was only just beginning to realise.

I went to the bathroom, and got a cloth to wipe her 
face and cool her off. She seemed to be burning up 
with a fever, and I was feeling lost and scared. I 
sadly realised, I was out of my depth. I didn't know 
what to do. Debbie seemed like she was asleep, and I 
was grateful for that. Her sobbing had shaken me. I 
paced up and down the living room, trying to calm my 
mind and figure out what to do about her.

***

An idea came to me, but I pushed it away. It didn't 
want to go away. The thought nagged at me to pay 
attention to it.

Didn't Tracy, the owner of the lingerie store, say 
that if I needed any help with Debbie, to call on her? 
No, I reasoned, she just said to call "anytime." But, 
as I looked at the clock, it was well after midnight, 
and surely Tracy would be in bed? I couldn't just call 
her up at this hour. What would I say?

I tried to forget about it, but it seemed that now 
Debbie was getting worse, and she was tossing and 
turning, moaning in her sleep.

"Oh, crap," I thought, and picked up the phone, which 
felt slick with my sweat.

On the fourth ring, a voice mumbled, "Yes? Tracy 
Wickman speaking."

My tongue froze, and all I could do was make a squeak.

"Hello?" she said. "Is anyone there?"

Then I shook myself, and spoke.

"Ah, hello, Tracy, this is Albie Mortenson here. I was 
in your store over the weekend, when my niece and I 
bought some underwear from your store. I am so very 
sorry to call you at this ungodly hour, but you told 
me that if I needed help with my niece, Debbie, um, 
you know, girl stuff, to let you know? Please, I need 
some help, and I didn't know who to call, and I found 
your card, and, I don't know what to do, and...oh, 
god, she needs help!"

There was silence on the other end of the line, that 
seemed to drag out, and I knew I was in a pile of 
trouble. I was kicking myself mentally, wanting to 
hang up and hide. But I held that damn phone, waiting 
to get my licks.

Tracy started to talk to me, and I was surprised at 
how calm she sounded. No longer was she half asleep, 
sounding groggy, but she sounded alert, and in charge.

"Mr. Mortenson, Albie. May I call you Albie? Give me 
your address, and I'll be over shortly."

I was in shock. She wanted to come over? Now? Gushing 
like a teenager, I managed to choke out my address, 
and with a promise to be here as soon as possible, she 
rung off.

I was sitting on the couch with Debbie, holding her 
hand and suffering right along with her. She didn't 
seem any worse, but no better, either. She was pale 
and wan. I'd even contemplated taking her to the 
emergency out-patients, but decided to wait, because, 
after all, I had promised to wait for Tracy to get 
here. Plenty of time, I thought. There was a knock on 
the door, a soft but firm knock, and I went to the 
door and opened it. Tracy stood there, looking just as 
lovely as ever. She had a small valise with her, and I 
had a passing thought that it seemed strange, but the 
thought skidded away before I could dwell on it.

***

Tracy entered after I had to invite her in, and she 
went straight up to Debbie, who by this time had 
started to retain some colour, instead of the deathly 
pale colour she had been. Tracy sat by her, and then 
checked her over, and when she saw the slap marks, and 
the bruising, she rounded on me with an almost feral 
snarl. Frightened, I took a step back, and she stood 
slowly, her hands almost becoming claws.

"Did you do this?" she quietly snarled. Then her head 
gave a small twitch to the side, her eyes burned, and 
she said, "No, not you. Who?"

Before I could stop myself, I was pouring it all out, 
every detail, every word, and as I spoke Tracy calmed 
before me, and when I had finished, she took my hands, 
and rubbed the backs of my hands with her thumbs.

I had felt washed out, like every ounce of energy had 
been drained from me, but as Tracy rubbed my hands 
with her thumbs, I slowly regained my strength, until 
I had felt better in years. I asked her if she wanted 
a drink, and she asked me if I had any fresh fruit 
juice. I did, and went to the kitchen to get her some.

While I was there, I heard Tracy murmuring to Debbie, 
almost as if she was calling her, telling her to come 
back now, everything was fine, no-one was going to 
harm her anymore, over and over, sometimes quickly, 
sometimes slow. As I stepped into the living room, 
Tracy had her left palm over Debbie's forehead, her 
right over her heart. Tracy sat on the edge of the 
couch, her head hanging down.

Then my hopes soared, as Debbie's body rose as she 
took a deep breath, and lapsed back down, exhaling, 
looking so much better than she had previously. Tracy 
stood up, stretched, and told me that worst was over, 
and Debbie was now sleeping soundly. Tracy told me to 
pick her up, and take her into her room, and she'd be 
there shortly.

I picked up my lovely niece, and gazing at her face. I 
slowly made my way into the room. I laid Debbie down 
onto the bed very gently, and crossed her hands over 
her stomach. Tracy had gone into the kitchen, and when 
she returned, she had a cup of steaming liquid in her 
hands, which had a strange, musky aroma. She was 
murmuring something, occasionally, swaying it from 
side to side, and then she turned sideways, and 
repeated the procedure three more times until she 
faced me again. Then Tracy put the cup down, and took 
my hands again.

She gazed into my eyes, and then her eyes widened, and 
she took a sudden breath. "Oh," she said. "Right, 
then, I guess you'll have to do the honours!"

"Pardon?" I enquired.

This strange but beautiful woman merely smiled, and 
told me matter-of-factly that I now had to wash Debbie 
down, all over, and no, she wasn't going to do it, 
that it was my job as her care-giver. She softened, 
and touched my face, a light butterfly touch, and I 
knew she was right, I had to do this, and I was more 
than happy to. After all didn't I love my niece, and 
didn't I care for her?

I stripped Debbie off, removing her clothing until she 
was fully naked. As I slipped her panties down her 
thighs, Debbie gave a small moan, and Tracy just 
smiled. She told me to put Debbie's clothes into the 
washer, and get it going. Then she bade me get a basin 
for washing my niece.

I went and got a basin, filled it with hot soapy 
water, and grabbed a cloth. These I took into the 
room, and under Tracy's direction, washed Debbie 
gently and thoroughly from head to toes, constantly 
rinsing the cloth again and again, under Tracy's 
tutelage. Strangely, I wasn't really conscious of 
Debbie's naked body like I should have been. When I 
was done, Tracy told me to tip the water at the base 
of a tree in my back yard. I did as she said, and 
returned, where Tracy spoke a benediction over the 
basin, and then me.

Then this wonderful woman asked me what Debbie usually 
wore to bed, and I mentioned that Debbie had told me 
she normally slept naked. Tracy smiled again and told 
me, for modesty's sake I should at least put some 
panties on her. I went to a set of drawers, extracted 
a pair of red cotton panties, causing Tracy to give a 
small clap of her hands. "Perfect!" she laughed and I 
put these on my sleeping beauty.

I covered Debbie up then, and the lovely young girl 
immediately rolled onto her side, a peaceful 
expression on her face, then Tracy and I left the 
room, turning out the light as we went.

***

Tracy and I sat for hours, talking quietly, and 
discussing what had happened, and what should happen 
during the coming day, weeks and months ahead. Once, 
Tracy glanced at her watch, and then excused herself 
to make a phone call. I had replenished her glass of 
juice, and was getting myself a refill of coffee, when 
I heard her speak to someone.

"Yes, hi, it's me. Blessed be, sister. I need you to 
do something for me. Yes, very important. A young 
sister needs us. Here's what I want you to do."

Then she moved away, murmuring softly into the 
handset. She spoke to someone for about a half an 
hour, then rung off. I glanced at the clock on the 
wall. It was almost four in the morning, and I 
wondered who would be awake to take such a call at 
that late, or early, hour.

Tracy came back into the room, handing me the phone, 
thanking me for the use of it. I asked her what was 
going on, and what she had in mind. Tracy sat down on 
the couch, leaned back, and crossed her legs. She bid 
me sit as well, which I did, at the other end. For the 
first time, I noticed she was wearing a purple velvet 
dress, tied over her shoulders with thin spaghetti 
straps, and gathered under her breasts with a 
spaghetti strap tied in a bow. Tracy saw me looking at 
her bust, and laughed.

"My," she said with a smile, "be careful there, tiger. 
I might take you up on that!"

Then she laughed again, and it was a carefree laugh, 
nothing meant but fun. Then the humour faded from her 
features.

"Actually," she was serious now, "I can't. You're 
spoken for. I'm not sure Debbie would want to share 
you."

At least," she gazed at me speculatively, "not yet."

She was all business, and raised a hand to stall 
anything I had to say. She said nothing for a minute, 
the nodded, as if she had come to a decision.

"Right, here's what is going to happen. A friend in 
the Co...um, court system, the one I just spoke to, is 
going to fast-track the change of custody papers. It's 
already being worked on. Lawyers are going over it as 
we speak. The papers will be delivered by hand in the 
morning, a signature will be required, and I don't 
think your sister will change her mind. Another friend 
is going to make sure neither Debbie's mother, nor 
your extended family, will get a chance to ever get 
her back. How that happens, is, understandably, none 
of your business, so please don't ask."

She took a sip of her juice. "This is good! You have 
good taste, for a...," then she looked at me, and 
apologised. "I'm really sorry, Albie, but that was 
rude of me. Please forgive me."

"For a man?" I asked. "You're forgiven. Just because 
I'm single doesn't mean I can't have the better things 
in life. And now that Debbie is my...my god, what is 
she now? My niece still, or my adopted daughter? I'll 
have to give that some thought."

"Why don't you ask her what she wants? She really 
loves you, you know. She almost didn't want to return, 
because she thought that this trouble with your family 
was her fault. I had to do some fast talking to get 
her back."

"And, no, I didn't mean 'for a man', if that's what 
you thought. I was going to say, mundane. It's what we 
in certain circles call those not in the know, so to 
speak!"

She smiled again. I quite liked her smiles.

"Don't worry," she said, "it's just a figure of 
speech!"

I pondered that for a moment, and said, "Maybe it's 
something I may need to know. You're a strange woman, 
Tracy. Is that really your name? And I don't know what 
you mean about fast talking to get Debbie back. Back 
from where? How did you talk to her? What did you do, 
and how do you know so much about us?"

Tracy put her glass down on the coffee table, and 
stood. She looked a bit haggard and wrung out, and I'm 
sure that I looked the same. We faced each other, and 
Tracy spoke.

"Albie, yes, Tracy is my mundane name, but I am known 
to many others under a different Name. This 
conversation can be continued another time, because we 
both are tired, and my energies are very low at this 
point. Can I ask a favour of you? May I sleep here for 
a few hours, to replenish? I will take the couch if 
you agree, and we can talk again later."

As tired as I was, I was also still a gentleman. I 
offered her my bed, which she declined, and with a 
smile, thanked me for my generous offer. She put her 
hand on my arm and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Men like you are too few, Albie," she said. "Look, 
the sky is beginning to get light, and we need our 
sleep. Show me where the blankets are, and then we can 
rest!"


-= Chapter Four =-

I awoke at midday, and when I opened my eyes, there 
was a hot cup of coffee being held there not far from 
my nose. There was a giggle, and Debbie's voice said, 
"See? I told you that would wake him up!"

An older woman's voice added, "Ah, the power of the 
mighty caffeine!"

They both giggled, and the coffee threatened to spill.

"If you don't give me that, you can clean up the mess, 
witch," I growled but with a smile in my voice.

"What did you call her?" Tracy gasped.

"Oh, it's alright, he always calls me that! I think 
it's funny, and I love him for it!" Debbie spoke 
hurriedly, coming to my defence.

"That's fine, little one," Tracy said. "He just took 
me by surprise, is all."

I sat up, took the cup, and saw two lovely ladies 
sitting comfortably on my bed. The events of the 
previous night came back to me, and I asked Debbie how 
she felt.

Her eyes clouded over, and Tracy put her arm around 
her shoulders, not possessively, bit in support. 
Debbie's eyes began to water, and she looked close to 
breaking down. I put the coffee cup onto my night 
stand, and opened my arms. Debbie scooted forward, and 
held me tight. Then the story of last night exploded 
from her lips.

"Oh, Uncle," she sighed, "I don't know what happened. 
When I got home from school, they were all drinking, 
and I was so happy, I wanted to show them the things 
you had got me, I thought they'd be happy too, and 
then everything just went weird. Momma started 
screaming at me, saying nasty things, everyone else 
joined in, and I got so afraid, I thought they were 
going to beat me. Momma did, a couple times, with her 
hand, and things started to go black and I felt like I 
was rolling down a hill. I just wanted to get away. I 
didn't know how I got here, till Tracy here," she 
looked at the older woman, "came into my room this 
morning, to see if I was okay. Tracy told me what had 
happened, and how you now got custody of me, and I'm 
so happy to be here, but real sad as well."

I held my little girl, pouring all my love into her, 
rocking gently. Tracy told me that the court bailiff 
had made the trip out to my sister's place, and got 
Rena to sign the papers. It was signed, sealed, and 
delivered. Debbie was mine now.

I looked at Debbie's neck, and to my amazement, the 
bruising was gone, and there were no slap marks on her 
face. I looked at Tracy in wonder; she gave me a 
mysterious smile, and said, "Its ok, Albie, just my 
little gift for you. I had another friend of mine in 
the school system call Debbie's teacher, and she 
explained what had happened. Debbie is not expected at 
school till Monday, and some assignments will be 
delivered to her here after school finishes for the 
day."

"Tracy," I said, "you have a lot of friends, it seems, 
and I would like you to thank them all for their help. 
I couldn't have done it without them, or you."

Tracy chuckled, leaned forward, and gave Debbie a hug, 
and a kiss. She must have showered, because she 
smelled clean and fresh, like wildflowers and honey. A 
bit disturbingly, my body started to react to her 
closeness and a very powerful urge to ask her to climb 
under the covers with Debbie and I flicked through my 
mind.

Tracy looked me in the eyes, and winked.

"Think nothing of it," she said. "We sisters look out 
for our own, and those who care, really care, for 
them. You are welcome to come and visit our 'Circle', 
anytime at all. Just," she laughed, "call first, ok?"

"You got a deal," I said. "Now if you two will excuse 
me, I have some important business to take care of!" 
glancing meaningfully at the bathroom.

Debbie jumped off the bed, and taking Tracy's hand 
pulled her toward the hallway, saying, "You wanna see 
something?" She didn't wait for an answer, and then 
they were gone.

After I had showered and dressed, I went into the 
kitchen and made another coffee, and a sandwich. I 
went looking for the girls, and found them outside, 
looking up into a tree that had flowers all over it. 
They were completely out of season, and both girls 
were cooing with delight. Then I realised it was the 
tree I had poured out Debbie's bathwater under last 
night!

I heard Tracy say to Debbie, "She's flowering because 
she likes you. She's happy you are here to stay. If 
you come out here every day and spend some time with 
her, she might just teach you something!"

Strangely, coming from Tracy, that didn't sound at all 
weird.

But then, I found myself thinking that a lot of 
strange and weird things had been happening lately, so 
why shouldn't one more. Would you believe it, I was 
actually happy at that thought.

"What will she teach me, Tracy?"

"Secrets that can only be passed from one female to 
another, Debbie."

"Yeah, but what kind of secrets?"

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret, now 
would it? Listen to her," she pointed at the tree, 
"and she'll answer your questions."

Debbie must have been about to ask another question, 
because Tracy turned to her, and put her finger on her 
lips to stop her. That gesture was eerily familiar.

"Enough for now, Little One. Some secrets we must keep 
to ourselves. You have some, do you not?" She flicked 
a glance my way and Debbie blushed. "Others will be 
made known, all in good time."

You want to know something? Debbie did go out every 
day and spend some time with that tree, and always 
came back inside with a smile on her face. She never 
did tell me what she learnt.

***

We had a lunch of salad and fruit juice. Tracy wasn't 
a vegetarian, only eating meat occasionally, mainly 
chicken and fish, but she told us that she personally 
preferred to eat a little healthier than the average 
diet. It wasn't any presumption on her part that we 
would comply, and I was happy to accommodate her, as I 
found myself comfortable in her presence enough to 
accept her way of life.

I was happy just to let the girls chat away, and 
Debbie positively glowed in Tracy's company. We hadn't 
known this mysterious woman for very long, but as the 
day wore on, it was like we'd known her all our lives. 
I had the strangest impression she was like a big 
sister we both never had, yet somehow, something 
infinitely more. But all good things come to an end 
eventually, and that time came around much too soon.

Late that afternoon, Tracy announced that she had to 
leave, as she had some business to take care of. I 
felt guilty about taking her away from the store, but 
she laughed it off, saying that although she owned the 
store, she had a very good manager taking care of it, 
and she actually didn't have that much to do with the 
running of it. She just liked to stop by once in a 
while to reminisce about the old days, when she first 
went into business.

I asked Tracy if we'd see each other again, and she 
touched my face, and told me that was a very real 
possibility. Plus, she said, she'd love, with my 
permission, to come over and visit with Debbie again, 
who promptly thrust her fists in the air and whooped, 
and then with a hug and a brief kiss for us both, and 
with Debbie and I trailing her, she walked to her car, 
climbed in, and drove away with a wave.

Debbie and I stood by the driveway, arm in arm, and 
both of us were on a comfortable, happy emotional 
high. Debbie noticed a large bulky envelope in the 
mailbox, and discovered it was from the school; her 
assignments. We made our way back inside, and Debbie 
ran to her room, "Finally, MY room now!" she had 
chortled. She bounced on her bed a couple times on her 
knees, then went serious, and looked around. Debbie 
then went into a cleaning frenzy. Anything she didn't 
want or need, that reminded her of her previous life, 
was thrown out of her bedroom door, to pile up against 
the hallway wall.

I stood leaning against the door frame, to be out of 
the firing line as old clothes, books, and assorted 
items came flying out. I was amazed at how much there 
was! I had no idea she had squirreled so much away in 
there.

Another lesson in paying attention just presented 
itself to me.

Her closet door was open, and toys, sports gear, and 
bric-a-brac was bought out, one by one, held, judged, 
and what she wanted to keep, she put on her bed. What 
she didn't want was thrown out. And, I mean she threw 
it out!

I asked her, when she stopped to take a breath, if she 
wanted something to drink. She gave me a look of 
gratitude, and asked if she could have a coffee? I 
smiled, and told her "One hot coffee coming up!"

Later, when she had cleaned her room from top to 
bottom, I helped her to fold up the old clothes, and 
together we packed everything into some cardboard 
boxes. As we stood with our arms around each other's 
waists, I asked her what she wanted to do with it all. 
She thought for a few seconds, and told me that maybe 
we could give it away to a goodwill store, or if she 
had a choice, she vehemently told me, she would burn 
it all!

That was so unlike her, but with a fierce look, she 
said that after they had treated us the way they did, 
she just didn't care about them anymore. She snuggled 
into my side, and I realised that she seemed more, 
well, not 'clingy', but she didn't seem to want to be 
too far away from me. I realised I had been noticing 
the small touches, the covert looks, and the relief 
she must have, knowing that I wasn't too far away. We 
put the boxes into the garage, and I threw an old tarp 
over them. Out of sight, out of mind.

We went inside, where Debbie, without being asked, 
pulled out her assignments, sorted through them, and 
started on one. She lay on her stomach on the living 
room carpet, and became engrossed, her right leg bent 
at the knee, her right foot waving back and forth, 
almost like a cat's tail swishing in the air. After an 
hour and a half of study, she pronounced it done. She 
checked it over anyway, and satisfied with her 
homework, put it back into the envelope.

When we were watching a program on TV later after 
dinner, both curled up on my lazy boy chair having a 
cuddle, I asked Debbie what she liked most about 
living with me. She thought for a moment, and then, 
running her finger on my chest, quietly told me that 
the biggest relief was not living in fear of her 
brothers or cousins creeping into her bedroom almost 
every night, she said, waking her up with them groping 
her boobs, or trying to stick their fingers between 
her legs, and she no longer had to live in terror that 
one day, one of them would finally rape her.

I held her tighter and felt my anger at my nephews, 
with my whole family really, slowly boiling in my 
chest.

But, she told me that was all done with now, she felt 
safe with me, with a man who loved her and would never 
hurt her. Debbie sat up on my lap, and kissed me, a 
lingering soft gentle kiss. I was in love with her all 
over again. Everything was alright in the world, and 
Debbie loved me, just as I loved her back.

***

Debbie decided that she wanted to shower, so she gave 
me a peck on the lips, and left the room. When she 
came back in, she flipped her damp towel at me, and 
told me, your turn! She was dressed as usual in a tee 
shirt and panties, and sitting crossed legged on the 
couch, started to dry her hair thoroughly. I wondered 
if she'd use a blow dryer? The tee shirt was tucked 
between her legs, and she had her head bowed, and was 
scrubbing her hair with a towel. I stood for a moment 
watching this feminine act, and she growled at me for 
standing there. Debbie raised her head, and fixing a 
stern gaze on me, told me to hurry up, and stop making 
excuses to stare at her. But the sparkle in her eyes 
gave lie to the grump.

When I came back, wearing just a pair of shorts, 
Debbie was still on the couch, but sitting back, 
leaning on the arm, her legs out straight, and her 
ankles crossed, with a cushion under her back for 
comfort and support. Her hair hung down over the arm, 
air drying, she called it. She'd brushed it, and it 
hung like a soft auburn waterfall. She had her 
cellphone in her hands, and she seemed miles away, her 
fingers and thumbs a blur as she texted someone.

She had her attention fixed on the tiny screen, and 
she was making unconscious remarks like, Wow! and 
cool! and, no way! It was hilarious to hear. Debbie 
grunted, groaned, argued, and hrumped. Finally, she 
stopped, took a deep breath, and complained that she 
really needed to pee. I pointed to the hallway, and 
told her she knew where the bathroom was.

Her head came up, and she gave me a blank look.

"The bathroom, Debbie? That way," I pointed again.

"Huh? Oh, no! I was just saying that so that I could 
talk with Rachel! Tamara absolutely blabbers, 
sometimes!"

"So, how many girls are you chatting with?" I asked.

"Oh four so far," she blandly told me. "Jessie and 
Toby had to go to bed!"

"Toby?" I asked. "Who's he?

Debbie rolled her eyes, and grimaced.

"Her, Uncle! Toby is a her! Jeez, boys! Ugh!" She gave 
a shudder.

"Hey!" I argued, "I'm a boy!"

She gave me a long-suffering look, and told me I 
wasn't a boy, I was a man, now stop butting in, she 
was losing her place.

She carried on her conversation for a while longer, 
then she got up a said that now, she really did need 
to pee. She rushed off to the bathroom, where, judging 
from the giggles, apparently she could pee and text at 
the same time.

I wished I could do that.

When she returned, she took her place on the couch, 
still texting, but this time she drew her right leg 
up, and her left leg was over the side of the couch, 
her foot on the floor. I glanced her way, then did a 
double-take. She was wearing those sheer red panties, 
and I had a great view of her young pussy, with the 
cloth pressing into her cleft. She had a beautiful 
young pussy, and her pubic hair seemed darker, 
thicker, I could see her inner lips, and it may have 
been a trick of the light, but I could have sworn I 
saw a trace of moisture there, and every detail of her 
sex impressed itself into my memory.

She slid down a bit, causing her left leg to open 
wider, her tee shirt sliding further up her legs and 
waist, creating a fantastic camel-toe, and now I 
caught a flash of her flat tummy. I began to grow in 
my shorts, a small tent forming. I was starting to 
breathe heavily, and had to calm myself down. When my 
body was finally under control, I got up and announced 
it was bed-time.

Debbie spent a couple more minutes saying goodnight to 
her friends, then did her ablutions before climbing 
into bed. Her light was still on, so I went in and 
gave her a kiss, and told her I'd see her in the 
morning. She hugged me, and said good night, love you! 
"Love you back!" I told her. I turned out her light, 
but she asked if I could leave her door open. I said 
sure, and went to my room.

***

I awoke from a deep sleep, sensing something was 
different. I was lying on my back looking up at the 
ceiling, and moonlight streamed into the room, giving 
everything a soft silvery tinge. I could hear with 
clarity the night-time noises, of nocturnal animals 
moving around. There was a whirring, thumping sound, 
and a large moth flapped against the window. I had 
heard somewhere that moths were messengers from the 
spirit world, and without thinking, I asked it, what 
it was trying to tell me? It stopped moving, and just 
sat there, flexing its wings.

I lay there, and just watched it. Then it flew away, 
and was gone. I heard a noise, more of a vibration 
than a noise, and then Debbie was standing at my door. 
She looked around, as if she was searching for 
something, then looked down at me, and made her way to 
the bed. She lifted the covers, and climbed in, She 
was bare from the waist up, and I shuddered with a 
thrill as her erect nipples dragged across my upper 
body.

She snuggled against me, under my arm, her head on my 
chest, and her hand softly made its way down my chest, 
across my stomach, and under the waistband of my 
shorts. She took my cock in her hand, and began to 
give it soft strokes and squeezes.

I looked at her, and in the moonlight, I could see 
that she was still asleep! I didn't want to move, and, 
as she didn't seem to be doing anything that went 
beyond what seemed to me to be an act of closeness and 
comfort, I drifted off.

I woke again, just as the sun was beginning to peek 
over the horizon. Debbie was still beside me, her hand 
now on my stomach, and then she leaned in and held me 
tight. With her eyes still closed, she smiled, and 
hummed deep in her throat. Her eyes flashed open, and 
lay there, a confused look on her face.

"How did I get here?" She wondered out loud.

I told her how she had come into my room last night, 
but leaving out the part where she had touched me. She 
lay still, and asked me if that was alright that she 
had done that.

I told her that it was fine, but because she was 
sleep-walking, I didn't want to wake her up, and had 
left her there. Besides, I told her, I enjoyed her 
company, even if she wasn't awake to enjoy it as well.

Debbie just looked at me for a moment, and then asked 
if I wanted a coffee. I did, so she told me to wait 
there while she made me one. I told her I was going to 
use the bathroom, and then I'd get back into bed. She 
nodded, got up, and padded out to the kitchen, 
seemingly unconcerned with the state of her wardrobe.

I was just getting settled again when she returned, a 
cup of steaming coffee in her hands. She handed it to 
me, and then climbed back under the covers. I took a 
sip, voiced my appreciation with happy "Aaahh!" and 
then put it on the night stand. I leaned back on my 
pillows, and Debbie snuggled in closer. We lay there 
for a few minutes, both of us relaxing in the warmth 
of each other's company.

Debbie started to make slow circles with her 
fingertips on my chest, and then slowly, ever so 
slowly, moved them down to my belly. I tensed up, 
because it was a little ticklish. Debbie gave a little 
giggle, and increased her efforts. I started 
squirming, and suddenly, a full scale tickle fight 
erupted. She shrieked, I roared. She giggled, I 
laughed. What a blast!

By the time we had collapsed from exhaustion, gasping 
for breath, the bed was a mess. It looked like a bomb 
had gone off; the sheets and blankets were everywhere 
but on the bed. We collapsed, Debbie lying on top of 
me. She slowly sat up, drawing her legs under her, one 
on each side of my hips. I reached over, and picked up 
my now lukewarm coffee.

Debbie sat there, just looking at me as I took a 
mouthful. I swallowed, and put the cup down. I had a 
female cat once that had exactly the same look on its 
face when I'd wake up to find her sitting on my chest, 
gazing at me. Inscrutable, I believe the word is. 
Debbie had her hands resting on her thighs, her young 
firm breasts rose and fell as she took deep, slow 
breaths, and then finally she spoke.

"Do you remember the other day when I wanted to look 
something up on your computer?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Well," she said, "I found something interesting, and 
I'd like to try it out."

"What did you have in mind, hon?" I enquired.

"You promise not to get mad, or stop me?"

"I promise. Why?"

She gazed into my eyes a moment longer, then slid down 
my thighs. She took hold of my shorts, and wiggled the 
waistband, trying to get them off me.

Ok, maybe you would have tried to stop her. Maybe you 
wouldn't have. I don't care. I didn't want to know her 
reasons, because she was doing this on her own 
initiative, and I had in no way coerced her to do 
anything. She was experimenting, and I was cool with 
that.

I lifted my butt, and my shorts came off. My cock 
rolled around while we were doing this, and as my butt 
met the sheets, Debbie resumed her position, and 
started to rub my cock into life. She began by using 
the same one handed technique she used the other 
night, her hand rubbing up and down my shaft, while 
her thumb did the same to the underside of my shaft, 
but a little bit faster. I groaned in appreciation, 
telling her how good that felt. I was hard quickly.

She smiled, and then tried a two handed technique, 
which she finally got the hang of. For a girl as 
inexperienced as she was, Debbie would be an 
accomplished love-maker when she finally became a 
woman. My precum began to flow, giving her hands more 
range of movement. Her hands flowed up and down, 
around, and all over my shaft and cock head. She would 
speed up, and then slow down. She did this over and 
over again. My hips began to move, and I could feel 
the beginnings of an orgasm starting. I moaned.

Then Debbie slid down my legs, dipped her head and 
sliding my foreskin back, opened her mouth, and licked 
the head of my penis. She gave it another look, and 
took the head of my cock into her mouth. I froze, 
resisting the urge to thrust upwards, giving her time 
to get used to the feel and taste of me. I stroked her 
hair, telling her it was ok, to go ahead if she wanted 
to. 

She made a "Humphumph" sound, and began to give little 
licks to the underside of my now really hard cock. She 
swirled her tongue all over the head, up and down the 
engorged length, and she began to make groaning 
noises. I noticed that she only had one hand on my 
cock, at the base, holding it, and me, in position, 
and the other hand appeared to be between her legs, 
inside her panties.

Her unseen hand must have been doing something good 
for her, because her hips began to flick back and 
forth rapidly. I couldn't hold back any longer. 
Gasping, I told Debbie that I was about to cum, and 
she just sucked harder, her tongue a blur over my 
cockhead. I shouted my release, my hips straining 
upward, held down by Debbie as she crossed the finish 
line into her own orgasm. She released my cock from 
her mouth, my cum and her saliva cascading into the 
air. She threw her head back and literally howled out 
her orgasm.

Her hand kept jacking me off, as her other hand kept 
pace in her own nether regions. We thrashed around, 
getting slower and slower, until we both collapsed, 
shattered, onto the bed. Debbie lay on the bed with 
her knees drawn up, gasping for oxygen. I was just as 
bad.

***

"Oh, gawd," she moaned, "I can't move."

"I don't want to either," I confessed.

She strained to raise her head, and with a look of 
wonderment in her eyes, said, "Would you believe that 
that was the first time I ever did that?"

"I do believe you," I said. "I'm amazed and impressed, 
hon. Thank you."

"I didn't think I could do that," she said. "I read 
about it on a site I found, but I was grossed out. But 
the more I read, the hotter it sounded."

She ran her tongue around her mouth, and smacked her 
lips. "I was going to try swallowing, like the girl in 
the story," she confessed. "But I couldn't help it." 
She blushed. "Sorry!"

I pulled her to me, and hugged her. I kissed her, and 
told her it was fine, if she wanted to do that, then I 
would look forward to it.

I grabbed my coffee, took a mouthful, and gave a 
grimace. It had gone cold, and I needed some liquid 
refreshment, and some breakfast. At that thought, my 
stomach growled, and so did Debbie's in sympathy, 
causing both of us to laugh.

I asked her if she wanted to use the shower first, and 
she surprised me by suggesting we showered together. I 
agreed, and went to stand up, almost falling over 
because my shorts were around my ankles. Debbie choked 
in fits of giggles, snorting into the sheet, as I did 
crash to my knees trying to stay vertical. While I 
kicked them off, grumbling about how she was trying to 
kill me off, she got up and went into the bathroom to 
turn on the water. I wandered in behind her, watching 
her buttocks jump and move in the pair of sheer 
panties she wore. She was still wearing the ones from 
last night, and I felt my cock stir at the sight. This 
time, however, I let it.

The water was hot enough now, so she shucked off the 
wisp of cloth she wore, tossed it into the clothes-
basket, and stepped under the water. She hummed in 
appreciation, and held out her hand to me. I took it, 
and stepped in to join her. We had a lovely time, 
soaping each other, groping and fondling each other to 
distraction. I soaped up my hands, and washed her 
chest, rubbing all over her breasts, massaging them, 
paying attention to her erect nipples. She started to 
gasp, and leaned into my hands. Then I washed her 
tummy, making slow circles, going lower each time.

As my hand brushed over her mound, I could feel the 
heat radiating from it. But she stepped away, and I 
saw a scared look in her eyes. I smiled, and removed 
my hands. That's ok, I whispered. She gave me a 
grateful smile, and continued to wash me instead.

My cock was hard again, poking out toward her, so she 
lathered up her hands, and began to stroke me. This 
time, I gave her a few pointers, teaching her how I 
like to be pleasured, not that she didn't have a 
perfectly good technique herself, she went all out to 
learn. In no time at all I put my hands on her 
shoulders, warned her I was about to cum, she speeded 
up her actions, and I shot off onto her body. The cum 
fired out from my cockhead with tremendous force, 
splattering off her breasts and belly. Debbie gasped 
and cooed, massaging my cock until there was nothing 
left. My knees felt weak, so I grabbed the soap, and 
washed us off again.


-= Chapter Five =-

Breakfast was a blast. We had bacon and scrambled 
eggs, toast and marmalade, and we went crazy on it. We 
made enough to feed at least three or four households, 
and what we didn't eat, would keep us snacking for the 
rest of the day. A proper lunch and dinner was 
obviously out of the question. We shared all the 
activities, giving little touches to each other, 
groping various parts of our anatomies, stealing 
kisses when the other wasn't looking, and generally 
just being close and loving.

It was a Friday, and the sun was shining, a perfect 
day for late summer. There was enough heat for the 
minimum of clothing to be respectable, so I suggested 
an outing. Debbie immediately loved the idea.

She immediately changed into an outfit that consisted 
of her pink sneakers, white ankle socks, cut-off jean 
shorts, and her new cowboy style pop-button shirt. She 
didn't wear a bra. I didn't ask. Her hair she left 
free and unadorned and I approved of that. I loved her 
hair. I wore my faded jeans, a white tee shirt with a 
plaid shirt over the top of it, and I wore my hiking 
boots. (I didn't go hiking much, but I loved those 
boots, they were really comfortable!)

We haggled back and forth until it was agreed that 
we'd go back to the mall and see if Tracy was still 
there. I have to admit, I told Debbie that I did want 
to see her again as we were both around the same age, 
and she was good-looking. Debbie gave me another of 
her 'inscrutable' looks, but allowed me to escort her 
to the mall.

As we wandered around, Debbie reverted to a thirteen 
year old schoolgirl, oohing and ahhing at various shop 
windows, breaking her heart at stuff she couldn't 
afford, or didn't really need. Which bought up 
something I had noticed when she did her clean-out. A 
lot of the underwear she chose to keep looked old and 
worn out, but she kept them because she didn't have 
anything to replace them.

I tried to tactfully bring up that subject to Debbie, 
who promptly almost died of shame and embarrassment. 
Or seemed to. Witch. But, she did admit that she did 
need some new underwear. So, we had our perfect excuse 
to go and visit Tracy. Debbie held my hand, and said, 
"That was well done, Uncle. You almost think like a 
woman!"

I looked at her, but she just laughed.

***

We entered the store like royalty. Debbie was on my 
arm, and people just seem to melt out of her way as 
she went from rack to rack, piling up one item of 
underwear after another into my hands. She looked 
critically at the pile, then snatched one more panty 
off the rack, and placed it regally on top of the 
others.

"Now listen, you," she said maybe a little too loudly, 
pointing a finger under my nose. "I'm going to try 
these on, so none of your tricks, and don't you dare 
try to sneak a peek behind the curtain!" She squinted 
at me. "I know what you're like!"

There was a few gasps of shock and outrage from the 
aisles, and Debbie cackled evilly. She turned around, 
and sailed off toward the changing cubicles.

"You, Madam," I huffed, following her, "may try them 
on all you like, but whom, pray tell, has the credit 
card?"

She stopped, turned slowly around in a crossed legged 
attitude, put her hands on her hips, and smiled 
winsomely.

"Really, Jeeves," she cooed, "haven't I trained you 
properly yet? Oh, dear, back to the dog-collar and 
leash! Give me those, please!"

I handed her the underwear pile, and with a disdainful 
sniff, she disappeared behind the curtain, choking 
with suppressed laughter.

I turned my head, and saw two matrons staring at me in 
horror. I smiled, and could not resist the 
opportunity.

"She's a harsh mistress, ladies, but I really do love 
her, you know, and I absolutely adore that dog-
collar!"

They promptly fled, and Debbie howled with laughter.

***

"That was absolutely mean, you know," a well-modulated 
girl's voice said to me.

I turned, and looked into the bright green eyes of a 
younger carbon copy of Tracy in looks. She was a 
redhead, though, her bright orange hair having almost 
golden flecks in it. She was stunning. I gasped, and 
had to step back. Her eyes danced in merriment.

She stood about five-four, roughly about as tall as 
Debbie, looking about the same age as well, and she 
was willowy, but not gangly. Her small breasts were 
perfect for her height, and her arms and legs smooth 
and graceful. There was a sprinkling of freckles 
across the bridge of her nose, and an amused smile 
touched her lips.

She was wearing a sleeveless dress that was cut to 
accentuate her figure, and it came down to just above 
her knees. She wore shoes that were definitely not 
bought in a mall such as this, and everything about 
her reeked of money.

She held her hands out from her sides and gave a mock 
curtsey.

"Do I pass inspection, kind sir?" she asked. She 
fluttered her eyelashes at me.

"My god, yes," I breathed, before thinking. I blushed 
to the roots, but she just laughed it off.

"Don't worry," she said, "I get that all the time!"

I relaxed, and asked her if she was related to Tracy 
Wickman, the store owner. The girl raised an eyebrow, 
and murmured, "Hmmm, you do move in mighty high 
circles!"

I stared at her.

"Pardon?" I managed.

"You know my mother," she said. "That much is obvious. 
She has a limited 'circle' of friends, and you've been 
with her recently, I can tell."

"I wonder where?" she mused, a finger tapping her 
chin.

"Now, now, Lilith," Tracy's voice sang, "leave the 
poor man alone!"

Tracy came up to me and stuck out her hand. I stepped 
forward to take it, but she stepped past it to hug me 
and give me a kiss on the cheek, smiling as she did 
so.

"So nice to see you again, Albie," she said. "How is 
Debbie doing?"

"She's in that cubicle over there," I replied, "trying 
on some underwear."

"Uncle!" Debbie scolded from behind the curtain. "Stop 
embarrassing me!"

Tracy laughed, and formally introduced me to her 
daughter, Lilith.

"Lilith, dear, I'd like to introduce you to Albie. 
Albie, this is my daughter, Lilith. Lilith is an 
Economics Major, who's doing a little hands-on 
training as part of her studies. She's starting young 
so that she can take over my business holdings when I 
finally retire."

"Yes, Mother," she said. "When you finally decide to 
retire, my daughter will be old enough to take over 
your empire!"

They laughed, sharing a look that spoke of a long-
standing joke between them.

Tracy turned her attention back to me, and we chatted 
about relatively inconsequential things until Debbie 
came out and stood by my side, her hands clutching the 
underwear she had chosen, trying to keep them 
discretely out of sight, but from me or the two women 
I was talking to, I couldn't tell. She glanced 
nervously at Lilith, her face betraying how 
intimidated she was feeling by being so close to a 
girl who obviously had everything her heart desired, 
while she came from slightly less than desirable 
stock.

"Albie, dear," Tracy said, "May I have your credit 
card please?"

I stood there speechless, an empty look on my face.

"For the purchases, dear," she said. "For Debbie?"

I blushed again, apologising to her and to Debbie for 
my ignorance. I dug it out of my wallet, and Tracy 
took it, passed it to Lilith, and said, "Would you, 
dear? Debbie is one of our preferred customers."

Lilith smiled a genuine smile and took Debbie by the 
arm gently, and steered her toward the pay counter. 
Debbie had a stunned look on her face, one that seemed 
to match mine.

"Well," Tracy said, "I was originally going to ask, to 
what do we owe the pleasure of your company, but that 
has already been explained. I always appreciate return 
business!"

She laughed, and her face seemed to light up as she 
did so.

After a couple of minutes, Debbie and Lilith came 
back, Debbie's purchases now in a discrete carry bag, 
and they were arm-in-arm, laughing and chatting like 
old friends, instead of new ones. Debbie handed me 
back my card, which I then put away.

Lilith let go of Debbie's arm, then she went over to 
stand at Tracy's side. Lilith looked at her mother, 
then said something that started a whole new phase in 
our relationships.

"Mother, Debbie tells me she's never swum in a pool 
except for the one at her school."

Tracy's eyebrow went up. "Yes?" She inquired.

"Well, mother, we have a pool, and we ladies have the 
house to ourselves tonight. Tomorrow is Saturday, so 
no school. What do you say?"

Tracy didn't say anything for a few moments, just 
looking at Debbie, who flushed under her gaze. I 
physically stood there, but it was like it was only 
the three of them in that store and I could feel the 
air becoming electrified.

Tracy reached over, held her hand on Debbie's 
shoulder, and quietly asked her if she would like to 
come over to the house tonight to swim in her pool. 
The hope shining in Debbie's eyes broke my heart. Here 
was a chance for her to mix with what some would call 
'high society', but she was also level-headed to know 
that that chance was a fleeting one. She gulped, and 
wrung her hands. 

"Yes," she whispered, "Yes I would, very much. Thank 
you."

***

Debbie was in a flap as soon as we got home. She was 
so distracted that she couldn't eat any lunch, and I 
had to sit her down, one of the few times I had to be 
firm with her. I fixed her some left-overs from 
breakfast, but she only nibbled at it. She kept asking 
if we should call the store, just to make sure they 
hadn't changed their minds about tonight.

Tracy had taken me aside during our time in the store, 
while Lilith took Debbie on an extended tour, showing 
her the place from top to bottom. I was told not to 
bother with towels or anything, as everything would be 
provided. Tracy asked me if Debbie had any swimsuits, 
and I remembered that she did have one that her mother 
had got for her, and I told her it should suffice for 
tonight. Tracy smiled, and said that if it was 
necessary, a suit would be provided as well, as Lilith 
often had friends over, and sometimes a girl would 
forget to bring a suit to wear.

Tracy then floored me when she asked me if it would be 
alright with me if she could send the limousine for me 
and Debbie. She seemed as though she wanted to make a 
good impression on my niece, and looked visibly 
relieved when I accepted her offer. I had never ridden 
in a limo myself, and I was excited as a kid for the 
opportunity!

She asked me not to say anything to Debbie, as she 
wanted it to be a surprise. I promised her I wouldn't. 
She told me that the limo would pick us up at five, 
and that dinner would be provided. When I asked if I 
should bring anything, she gave me a smile, and told 
me, no. Just myself and Debbie would be fine.

Trying to keep Debbie calm until five was like King 
Canute trying to stop the tide. In the end, Debbie ran 
to her room crying and threw herself onto her bed. She 
was an emotional wreck, and so I just had to just 
leave her there, checking on her every now and then.

Finally five o'clock rolled around, and there was a 
discrete knock on my door. I opened it to be greeted 
by the sight of a uniformed female chauffer standing 
there. I was a little surprised, but hey, we live in 
the modern world now. I firmly believe women are more 
than capable of doing any job a male can, and they're 
not just limited to the kitchen or the bedroom.

I asked her to wait, and she said she would.

I went down the hall, and called Debbie, saying we 
were leaving now. She buried her head under her 
pillow, and told me to go away, she wasn't going 
anywhere. I opened my mouth to be firm with her, and 
then I had a flash of brilliance! I went back out to 
the front door, explained the situation to the 
chauffer, and asked her if she could talk to my 
stubborn niece.

The chauffer told me her name was Letitia, and she 
would be glad to help. I asked her to follow me, and 
led her to Debbie's room. Debbie still had her head 
buried under the pillow, holding it tight, when I told 
her that Tracy had sent a car for us, and the driver 
was getting annoyed at having to wait. Debbie said she 
didn't care, and he could go away. Letitia grinned, 
and walked quietly up to the bed.

"For a start, young lady," she said, "I'll tell you I 
am not a he, and I can't go anywhere without you. So 
stop all this foolishness, and get up!"

Debbie ripped the pillow from her head, and gaped at 
the uniformed woman before her. Her eyes were saucers, 
and she looked so comical that I was snorting with 
laughter. Debbie's eyes narrowed at me, and she 
started muttering under her breath. Rather than being 
shown up in front of this woman, Debbie got up as 
regally as she could, and swept out of the room like a 
queen, giving me a glare as she did so.

Letitia and I were red with suppressed laughter as we 
followed her out to the car. I was behind Debbie when 
she saw the limo, and heard her say, "Noooo wayyyy!" 
She turned around, and saw the look on my face. "You 
rat!" she screamed. She started to swat at me, 
laughter overcoming her anger. "I am so going to get 
you for this! You knew, and you didn't tell me!"

I locked up the house, and on the way to the limo, I 
noticed several of my neighbours standing outside 
gaping at the sight of a limousine in my driveway.

***

On the way, Debbie was as curious as a cat in a mouse 
nest. She touched everything, opened everything that 
could be opened, and finally settled down when she 
discovered a remote control, pressed a button at 
random, and a T.V screen slid up out of a minibar and 
a fashion show came on. Letitia told me I could help 
myself to the minibar, so I made myself a bourbon and 
soda to calm my nerves.

Debbie amused herself by flicking through the 
channels, and there were so many of them to choose 
from! The ride finally came to an end, and when the 
chauffer opened the door for us, we got out. Both 
Debbie and I stood there in shock. The 'house' was a 
mansion! It was positively huge!

We were escorted inside in a daze, barely noticing 
that there was all female staff around us. The 
security guards on the door were female, and looked 
intimidating. A maid came up to us, and asked us to 
follow her, please. We nodded dumbly, almost getting 
cricks in our necks from looking this way and that, 
trying hard to take it all in. The sheer opulence was 
amazing.

The maid led us down a long hallway, up a flight of 
stairs, along another hallway, then down a short 
flight of stairs to where French doors opened to 
reveal a large pool set in a Grecian-style portico. I 
noticed wisps of steam coming off the water, and Tracy 
and Lilith were already soaking in the pool.

They both smiled at us, and stood up leaving the pool 
to greet us. Both of them were magnificent! Tracy and 
her daughter wore matching royal blue, almost dark, 
purple bikinis, and the water ran from their bodies in 
cascades. Tracy had the larger breasts of the two, 
rounded and firm, with only a suggestion of her 
nipples showing through the cloth, with a slight 
jiggle that made my pulse race. Her body was flawless, 
slightly tanned, and her waist flared to well-rounded 
hips. Her mons was a rounded vee, and I so wished that 
she were naked. I felt a touch of guilt from thinking 
that, after her kind invitation.

Her legs were firm and well sculpted, not a blemish to 
be seen. They came down to firm calves, and I noticed 
she had pretty feet.

Lilith stood next to her mother, and I looked at her. 
I didn't mean to stare, but she was gorgeous! Her body 
was slim, toned and firm. Her breasts were half the 
size of her mothers', but the bikini bra moulded to 
them, showing me that they were firm and upthrust. Her 
nipples were prominent, either from the night air, or 
from excitement, I couldn't tell which. My cock gave a 
twitch, and I mentally shook myself. She had a firm 
waist, flat with developed muscle, and her waist 
sloped down to her hips, which had a pronounced flare. 
Her mons was more sharply defined, and the bottoms 
showed me that there was little or no hair there. I 
could see the vaginal notch, and I had to suppress a 
groan.

Both ladies now wore grins, knowing that I found them 
desirable. Lilith took Debbie in hand, and escorted 
her to a room off to the side. Tracy came up to me, 
and took me by the hand, and led me to the opposite 
side of the pool, where she showed me a changing room. 
There were a variety of swimming trunks laid out, and 
she picked up a pair of spandex speedos, and suggested 
I change. I took them from her, and began undressing. 
As I pulled my shirt over my head, she gave an 
admiring murmur. If she thought I could be intimidated 
by her being there, she was mistaken. I let her watch, 
and when I stepped out of my shorts, she murmured in 
appreciation again, a bit louder this time.

Naked, I faced her, my hands on my hips. "Do you like 
what you see?" I asked.

She gave a little laugh, and said, "I thought I was 
the one to say that!"

"I know," I replied, "I just wanted to get in first!"

She looked at my now half erect cock, and said, "Just 
maybe you will at that!"

***

I don't know how the two women timed it, but Debbie 
and I exited the changing rooms simultaneously. I 
stopped dead in my tracks, just looking at her. She 
stood there, a bit self-conscious, not knowing what to 
do with her hands. She had on a black bikini, and it 
suited her so well It contrasted with her pale skin. 
It moulded to her body like it was painted on. The 
bottoms conformed to the shape of her mound, and I 
gasped in appreciation. She was beautiful, and I went 
to her, held her hands, and told her so. She trembled, 
and then threw herself into my arms.

I picked her up, and walked down some steps into the 
pool. I discovered that there was a bench to sit on, 
so I did, the water coming up to just below my 
nipples. We held each other as we soaked, and I don't 
know what was in the water, but my skin tingled 
deliciously. At that moment, a maid appeared, bearing 
a tray with drinks on it. There were four flutes, and 
I could tell that they had champagne in them. Then I 
noticed that the maid was only wearing a pair of 
bikini bottoms, and her chest was bare. Her breasts 
were lovely, small and rounded, capped with strawberry 
tips, and swaying slightly as she moved. Her blonde 
hair floated around her shoulders. She carefully waded 
into the pool, and passed a flute to each one of us.

Tracy asked if I minded that Debbie had a glass of 
champagne, this 'sort of' being a special occasion, 
and Debbie, who blushed red from seeing the half-nude 
maid, who smiled back at her, looked excited by the 
thought of sharing something adult with us. I looked 
at her, and asked if she wanted to. She nodded, so I 
concurred with Tracy. The maid passed her the glass, 
and Debbie sipped the liquid, screwing up her nose as 
the bubbles tickled her.

Both the Wickman women laughed and Lilith said that 
always happened to first-timers, then they shared a 
look, and then turned their attention back to us. The 
maid stepped out of the pool, and discreetly left.

Lilith lay back, her arms out on either side of her, 
supporting her weight. She had a naughty grin on her 
face, and mischief in her eyes.

"Albie," she said, "do you know what I like doing when 
I'm in the pool?"

"Why don't you tell me?" I said, curious.

She sat up, and said, "this!," and pulled the strap 
ties to her bikini bra. It slid off her body, and then 
she picked it up and threw it towards the door.

Debbie and I gaped at her. Debbie murmured, 
"ohmigod!," and clutched me tighter. Lilith lay back 
again, with a predatory look in her eye, her lovely 
young breasts on display. Her nipples hardened before 
my gaze, and I saw her points crinkling as they 
tightened up. She deliberately ran a hand down her 
body, under the water, and into her bottoms.

"Mother and I love to get naked in the pool. It's so 
much more fun when you're naked!" She laughed for a 
moment, not a little girl laugh, but the sound of a 
woman in heat.

"Why don't we all get naked," she breathed, her eyes 
gleaming and staring at my crotch.

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, and 
had difficulty dragging my eyes from the teenager's 
body, and what her hand was doing under there. Tracy 
slowly stood, and with a smile told me, "When we're at 
home, our rules are, shall we say, a little more 
relaxed when it comes to the dress code?"

As she was talking, her hands moved to her suit, and 
undid them, and when she was naked, gathered the 
bikini up and tossed it to where Lilith's bra was. 
Lilith had stood while her mother was speaking, and 
had removed her bottoms as well. Now both Wickman 
women were naked.

And what a sight they were! Lush, full, and not-so-
full, curves made my eyes almost water. They were 
magnificent, standing there in all their glory, the 
water of the pool only coming to their waists. Both 
had hair on their mons, I could see under the surface, 
Tracy more than her daughter, but that wasn't 
surprising, given their ages. I was gasping for 
breath. They moved together, and Lilith brought her 
hand up and cupped her mother's breast, rubbing her 
thumb across her hardening nipple.

"Mother has beautiful breasts, hasn't she, Albie," she 
said, hypnotically. "Wouldn't you love to touch them? 
Hold them while she touches you down there? Would you 
like to suck on her nipples? They taste really nice! 
Are you getting hard looking at us, at our naked 
bodies?"

The city noises faded into the background. Our little 
world shrank until we were the only beings in the 
universe. Us four, in that oh-so-warm pool. If I 
looked around, I was sure that I would only see stars 
and galaxies at any point in the compass.

I was barely conscious of my surroundings. I wanted 
desperately to reach out, to sample the abundance of 
female flesh before me, to taste them both. I think I 
even began to move my hand to do so, when my hand 
brushed against Debbie's breasts as it moved under its 
own volition. I heard her gasp, and that seemed to 
break the spell.

Debbie was looking at me, with a confused look on her 
face. It was like she was looking at a different man, 
and she couldn't decide if that was a bad thing or 
not. I blushed furiously, and Tracy and Lilith sat 
back down.

I heard Tracy whisper to her daughter, "You really do 
have the touch, my dear, but you may need to work on 
your technique a bit more!" Lilith giggled, sounding 
more like the thirteen year old girl that she was, 
getting caught doing naughty things.

"Mother," she pouted, "Albie and Debbie still have 
their suits on! That's not fair, now is it?"

They looked at each other, then launched themselves at 
us. It was a small pool, only about fifteen by twelve, 
but there was no room to hide. Lilith went after 
Debbie, and Tracy went after me. We laughed and 
giggled, and the two girls shrieked and screamed with 
laughter. I have to admit, with Tracy, I didn't put up 
much of a fight, and I'd only wished it was the 
younger woman who was pulling my suit from me. My cock 
came free, and it was erect, earning me a big 
theatrical wink from Tracy. As the suit left my feet, 
I went under, and came up spluttering for air. The two 
younger girls were still in a clinch, Debbie's hands 
clutching at her small breasts with one arm, while 
trying to fend off the other girl with the free arm.

With a shout of triumph, Lilith hooted her victory, 
and held her hands over her head, with the bra in one 
hand, and the bottoms in the other. Debbie's suit was 
thrown away, and Debbie was crouched down, hiding 
herself under the water, looking mortified.

Lilith stood there, her hands on her hips, and told 
Debbie it was no use hiding, as everyone here had 
already seen her naked, so what was the big deal?

Debbie's eyes darted to me, and she blushed, then her 
head turned, and she had a quizzical look. Tracy 
smiled, a heart-felt genuine smile, and told Debbie 
that when she had been brutally delivered to my 
doorstep, I had called her up for help. And part of 
that help was to get her cleaned up afterward. Tracy 
heard my niece's gasp of shock, and told her, yes, 
that meant she had to be stripped, and washed down, 
and that I, her Uncle, had did that, under her 
direction. Only someone who loved her truly, from the 
heart, and without need or design, could have done so.

"Remember those red panties you woke up in? Well, your 
uncle picked them out, and I approved of the colour. 
Red is one of your colours, my dearest child, healthy 
and vibrant, just like you, and then he put them on 
you. So, my dear, yes I have seen you naked."

Debbie looked at me again, and I told her that that 
was the truth. Without a hesitation, Debbie launched 
herself at me, giving me a big hug. Her legs came up 
around my waist, and I automatically held her, with my 
hands under her soft, yet firm, butt. Oh god forgive 
me, her naked skin felt so nice!

As Debbie settled, my cock, still hard, slid across 
her pussy cleft, and the head came to rest against her 
anal opening. I had to gasp, because my balls 
tightened up, and I held off the urge to ejaculate. So 
near, and yet so far!

I don't know if Debbie was aware of it or not, but she 
actually began to push down against my cockhead in 
small jabs. Did she want me to take her? I couldn't 
see her face, her hair was wild and wet and all over 
the place.

Debbie began to mutter against my chest, and in my 
sexual euphoria, I heard her say, "Oh, Uncle, I want…I 
want to… Oh, Uncle!"

She looked up, and she was pleading with me, "Please? 
Can we…will you…I want this so much. Please?"

***

Tracy moved to my side, and said gently, "Bring her."

With Debbie's arms clenched around my neck, her weight 
hanging off me, I was surprisingly steady as we left 
the pool, dripping water everywhere, but that didn't 
seem to matter. My erect shaft waved from side to 
side, rubbing against Debbie's ass cheeks, driving me 
to distraction. With the two ladies on either side of 
me guiding me, we made our way into a room that had a 
large bed in the middle of it.

Suddenly we were surrounded by other semi-naked women, 
all barefoot, one of them the chauffer, Letitia, and 
the maid who had greeted us at the door. They were all 
dressed in white diaphanous gowns, their nude charms 
intoxicating. On their heads, they wore tiaras of 
different colours, and the effect was like we'd been 
transported back in time to ancient Greece.

I could hear the distant sound of women's voices, 
softly chanting and singing. I wondered for a moment 
if there was a choir of angels watching, giving their 
support and blessing. The thought of angels blessing 
this union between me and my niece, the love of my 
life, filled me with an almost religious experience.

I felt hands wipe us down with towels, but we were 
still locked together, my hands kneading Debbie's soft 
firm cheeks. My cock was now an iron bar, and it 
waggled and bobbed as the women wiped away the water 
from the pool, no nook or cranny unexplored or missed. 
I noticed that the women had done the same to Tracy 
and Lilith, who then slipped sheer see-through white 
gowns over their heads, and settled them on their 
bodies. Then they too, had tiaras slipped onto their 
heads, and fixed into place.

Then we were finally dry, and with Tracy and Lilith 
escorting us, we came to the foot of the bed. The two 
women attendants on either side of the bed helped me 
to lay Debbie down. Her eyes were hooded in lust, and 
she rocked her hips at mine, almost in frustration at 
the parting of our flesh.

She lay with her legs still open, and I gazed with 
wonder and lust at her beautiful young pussy. It was 
opening, and inflamed with desire. Her juices had 
begun to flow, making her slick and ready. Her anus 
was contracting, and I stared at it, wanting to touch 
and explore it.

The bed was covered in a white silk sheet, and the two 
female attendants began to rub Debbie down with some 
kind of sweet smelling oil. Tracy and Lilith were 
doing the same to me, and my sexual awareness 
heightened considerably. When Lilith poured some oil 
into her hand, and then began to massage it into my 
cock, up and down my shaft, and around my crown, I 
wanted to explode. But, it was like I had a block 
there, keeping me from it. I groaned.

"Not yet, my fine man," she whispered. "Save that for 
Debbie."

I nodded, yet only slightly aware that I was doing so.

Debbie was moving under the ministrations of the two 
women massaging her. She was making incoherent noises, 
grunting and groaning, gasping as their hands crossed 
over her breasts, rubbing oil into her now hard 
nipples, massaging her breasts, her body bucking up to 
meet them. When one of the women started rubbing oil 
into her sweet young pussy, running her hands and 
fingers through her pubic hair and across her vaginal 
lips, Debbie shrieked, and convulsed in orgasm.

"Hey, not fair!" I whispered.

***

Several of the women couldn't suppress a chuckle, and 
then Lilith was behind me, her hands on my hips, 
propelling me forward. I climbed onto the bed, the 
young girl still holding me, and I knee-walked up 
between Debbie's legs. She was lost in another world, 
her body writhing, her arms over her head, her young 
breasts bobbing, and when she felt me there, opened 
her eyes, and almost snarled in passion.

Lilith pushed me between the shoulder blades, and I 
fell forward onto my outstretched arms. My pubic area 
was above Debbie's, and my sweet little girl threw 
open her legs to receive me. I felt Lilith reach under 
me, and grasp my cock at the base, holding it steady, 
and pointed it toward Debbie's slick opening.

Still slightly pushing down, Lilith rubbed my cockhead 
up and down Debbie's cleft, smearing her juices, 
making sure that there would be no resistance to 
penetration. Lilith positioned the head of my cock at 
Debbie's opening, and placing her hands at my hips 
again, started to make me do a small in-and-out motion 
with my hips. I could feel my cock make small stabbing 
motions, getting deeper with every push. Then, when I 
felt Debbie's hymen, Lilith just held me there, 
letting me calm down, and Debbie get used to the idea 
of me being there.

I lay above Debbie, looking down into her eyes. The 
Child-Woman looked back at me, and She smiled. "I'm 
ready now," She whispered.

Then Lilith pushed hard, and Debbie rose up off the 
bed with a scream as I broke through her barrier. I 
started to say, "I'm sorry," worried that I'd hurt 
her, something I'd promised her over and again I would 
never do, but Debbie grabbed me and started to kiss 
me, devouring me with her lips, her body consumed with 
lust and passion, fucking me with abandon.

She was inexperienced, but very soon we had found a 
rhythm, I would thrust, and as I pulled back, she 
would thrust back at me. We were feral in our love-
making. The bed thrummed with the act being performed 
on it. Time had ceased to exist and all I could feel, 
all I knew, was that Debbie and I had finally overcome 
the last barrier, that final hurdle to our love.

I could feel my balls tighten, and with a mighty 
shout, I came hard and explosively into her. My hips 
flashed as I was lost in her tight body, and my own 
desires. Debbie thrashed under me, and then she too 
attained her peak, screaming and jabbering 
incoherently as her body clutched at me, milking me, 
draining me. The singing and chanting had rose to a 
crescendo, and then slowly, sadly, dissipated. There 
was a soft sighing, and I realised the noise I had 
heard, what I had thought was a choir of angels, had 
come from the many women who now crowded the room. 
There must have been well over a hundred of them 
there, surrounding the bed, looks of joy and rapture 
on every face.

In my post-coital bliss, they did indeed look like 
angels – only nearly naked!

As I collapsed half on-half off the body of my love 
beneath me, who gasped and made small clenching 
motions on my now-spent cock within her vagina, Tracy 
came to the head of the bed, climbed on it, and kissed 
us both. She smiled, a smile full of love and 
acceptance of our act, and moving back to take her 
position at the head of the bed, stood with her hand 
held palm outward, and in a voice that seemed to 
catch, intoned a benediction over us.

***

Everything happened in a daze after that. I was weak, 
and several of the more muscular women, the security 
guards, naked now, but in their diaphanous robes, 
gently extricated me from the bed, and from the spent 
body of my niece. I was led stumbling to the pool 
alcove, and into the changing room. There, they hand-
washed me, washing the oil and the sweat of my 
exertions away with scented hot soapy water.

As I was being led into the changing rooms, I looked 
back, and Debbie was being held like a child in the 
arms of another of the security personnel, and taken 
into the other room to be likewise ministered to.

I must have passed out, because when I awoke, I was 
wrapped in a white terry-cloth robe, and lying on a 
beach recliner. Debbie was likewise clothed, and I 
realised that we were still naked underneath our 
robes. I was freshly shaved and felt cleaner than I 
have had…..ever.

Someone had done Debbie's hair, as it was now up in a 
Grecian style, and she looked…. bloody sexy. That's 
the only words that came to mind as I looked at her.

I could hear the muted voices of Tracy and Lilith as 
they sat in the pool, sipping on champagne out of the 
same type of glasses we must have had used earlier. 
Both women stopped their conversation, and turned 
their heads toward me.

"Welcome back," Tracy greeted me. "How do you feel?"

I told her I felt tired, weak, and washed out. She 
nodded in sympathy.

"That's to be expected," she said. "When you raise 
energy, energy is taken in return to replace it. You 
should be able to feel fully recharged tomorrow."

I decided I didn't want to pursue that line of thought 
right now. I had a hard enough time keeping awake as 
it was.

Debbie awoke with an "Mmmph?" She gave a start, and a 
panicked look crossed her face, until she saw me, and 
she relaxed as she reached out for my hand. As she 
took it, she seemed to melt, and she looked like she 
wanted to cry. I held my hands out to her, and she got 
up, wincing a little, and then bent over, one hand 
covering her groin, she climbed into my lap.

"Are you ok?" I asked her, concerned.

"Just a little sore," she told me. She gave a lopsided 
grin, and told me she didn't realise how big I would 
feel for her first time. She winced again, and told me 
she thought a log had been shoved up inside her. She 
goggled her eyes, put her hand over her mouth and gave 
an embarrassed giggle.

I laughed, and so did the two women in the pool.

"Like I said, quipped Lilith, "that always happened to 
first-timers."


-= Chapter Six =-

A maid, a different one, but fully clothed this time 
this time, came over to the pool and told Tracy that 
dinner was ready. Tracy and Lilith rose from the pool, 
and as they exited, two girls came from the shadows to 
wipe them dry, and to remove their bikinis. They had 
changed into different ones, which were white, but not 
see through, as you might expect. I was feeling a bit 
disappointed at that for some strange reason. But 
watching them stripped and wiped down gave my cock a 
twitch, but I felt too tired to complain.

Very quickly, Tracy and her daughter were dressed in 
bra and panties, then beautiful silk dresses over 
that. The attendants then helped Debbie into the 
changing room, and helped her dress. I went into the 
one with my clothes, and did the same. With me 
supporting Debbie, who had to be carried in the end, 
we went through the house until we came to the dining 
room. A dining hall was more like it, because there 
were at least forty or fifty women already there.

As we walked into the room, all the women rose to 
their feet, and began applauding. Debbie and I were 
confused, yet delighted at this accolade, and Tracy 
just whispered in my ear to relax, and accept it, as 
this was for Debbie's benefit.

Her house, her rules. No biggie. I nodded my 
acceptance.

Debbie's face flamed, and as we passed the women on 
one side of the table, each one it seemed would reach 
out and touch her, murmuring congratulations, and 
blessings. By the time we reached the head of the long 
table, Debbie was in a state of stunned shock. I 
placed her in her chair, and she grabbed me by the 
collar and whispered urgently, "What's happening? Why 
are they doing that?"

I could only shrug and tell her I didn't know, maybe 
we'd find out soon enough. We sat, and then so did the 
guests. Everything had died down, and not a sound was 
heard, then Tracy stood, raised her glass, and said, 
"Ladies, tonight we have been privileged to witness 
the consummation of love between this man," nodding to 
me, "and this woman," nodding to Debbie. Her face 
flamed again.

"The Great Mother looks with joy upon a young girl's 
rite of passage that leads her from girlhood to 
womanhood. Our sister Debbie," again nodding to her, 
"is now a woman, and the Great Mother, our beautiful 
Goddess, is well pleased indeed! Behold the evidence!

The satin sheet that we had made love on was unfurled 
like a sail, and very clearly, we could see the 
virginal blood, and secretions, hers and mine, 
staining it. The women all gasped, and so did Debbie 
and I, but for different reasons. Debbie appeared 
mortified at this display, which something that was 
'private' between us was on display for the whole 
world to see. She looked on the verge of tears, she 
was so embarrassed.

"Debbie," Tracy said, her voice husky and loving, 
"don't be upset. This is our way, and one day, maybe, 
it could be yours too. We all love you, and would not 
willingly cause you harm or embarrassment. Please, 
forgive us if it has."

Her look was so pure, and the words so convincingly 
spoken, that Debbie sniffed, and raised her head to 
look at Tracy.

"It's ok," she said, "I'm ok. Thank you." She smiled a 
tremulous smile, and moved in her seat, giving a small 
wince. "I guess I'm still a little, um, uncomfortable, 
you know?"

That lightened the mood, and everybody began laughing, 
and the table erupted with talk and laughter, and then 
dinner was served.

***

As I relaxed after dinner, Tracy came over to me, and 
told me that when we were ready to depart, to let her 
know, and Letitia would drive us home. I thanked her, 
and told her we had had a good time, just not what we 
had both expected. She smiled that warm smile of hers, 
and told me to get Debbie, who had hobbled off with 
Lilith somewhere, and to meet her in the front room, 
as she had something for her.

A word to one of the staff, and a search was made for 
Debbie. I remember thinking, I could get used to that 
kind of lifestyle. Yes, very easily, thank you! 
Finally she was tracked down to the 'Games Room', but 
Debbie flushed when I asked her what kind of games 
were played there. She primly told me to forget about 
it, it was one of those 'woman's secrets' things.

Debbie was placed on a chair that reminded me of a 
throne, it was so large, and a cape of exquisite 
material was placed around her shoulders. She was 
grinning like a school kid, well, which she was 
technically, but she didn't know what was happening, 
and was playing along. Then the women from the dinner 
all lined up in front of her, and one by one, began to 
give her gifts, and doing so, told her, "Bless you!."

Debbie just gaped at this largess. Women from every 
walk of life, but mostly wealthy and powerful, were 
making a fuss of her, and pressing gifts into her 
hands that would keep a small nation fed for a year, 
they looked that expensive. Debbie was spluttering, 
trying to give them back, saying she was from a poor 
family, she didn't deserve them, when one woman, with 
a face I recognised from a high society magazine I 
read once, someone very high in government, calmly 
wrapped Debbie's hand around a gift, and told her that 
she, more than anyone, anyone, mind, was very 
deserving of the very best that life, and the world, 
had to offer.

She told Debbie to always believe in herself, to never 
let go of her dreams, to fight for what she always 
wanted, no matter what. This woman leaned in, and in a 
southern drawl said "she come from a dirt farmin' 
background, and if she'd not taken the chance to 
better herself, or taken advantage of the 
opportunities given, then she wouldn't be where she 
was now."

She fixed her eyes on Debbie, and asked "do you know 
who I am, girl?"

Debbie nodded. "I seen you on T.V," she whispered.

"Then as my Momma always told me, girl, pay heed to 
your elders! "

She then smiled, kissed Debbie on the forehead, then 
moved away to let the next lady through.

***

Everyone turned out to see Debbie off. There were hugs 
and kisses and tears, and Lilith gave Debbie her 
cellphone number, something Tracy said she didn't do 
for many people, and Debbie was welcome to text or 
call anytime, "And I'm not just saying that, so you'd 
better!" Debbie promised, and immediately put it in 
her contacts list.

A couple of security personnel came with us, because 
of the wealth of jewellery Debbie had, and one of them 
handed Debbie a lock-box and the combination for it 
when we arrived home. They went inside, checked out 
the house, and told us it was clear, and to come in. I 
chuckled, and my lovely niece gave me an inquisitive 
look.

"I just feel like the President with the First Lady 
being escorted into a hotel room!"

Debbie scrunched up her face in concentration. "Hmm," 
she mused, "that has some possibilities!"

We laughed, thanked the security team, who wished us a 
good night, and then they left us alone.

I then yawned, and Debbie did so as well, so I 
suggested we go to bed. Debbie was still sore, but 
promised to make it up to me when she felt better. As 
we climbed into bed, snuggling together, she 
whispered, "Good night, Mr President."

I kissed her on the top of her head, and whispered, 
"Goodnight, First Lady."


-= Chapter Seven =-

Debbie and I didn't become lovers straight away, as 
you might have expected. We were closer than ever, but 
she still slept in her own bed, and would always wake 
me up with a kiss and a hot coffee. The contract I had 
put in for the joinery deal had been accepted, so for 
six weeks, I was busy working on that project.

I'd get up in the mornings, get ready for work, and 
when it was time to go, Debbie was always ready before 
me, and we'd leave the house together, and chat about 
our coming day until I dropped her off at school. Then 
she'd give me a wave, join her friends, and walk away, 
deep in conversation with several lovely young women. 
Either Debbie or I would call Tracy's house, and 
either Tracy or Lilith would answer, and then we'd be 
chatting away for hours. They were amazing women, both 
of a like mind, and very broad in their horizons, 
Lilith very much so. I would hang up the phone 
sometimes, my cock hard in my jeans, causing me to 
squirm trying to get comfortable, leaving me as horny 
as hell.

When that would happen, and if Debbie was in bed, I 
would put on the video of her fashion show, and stroke 
myself to orgasm, groaning with release as my cum 
would come boiling out of my turgid member, soaking my 
chest and stomach. A couple of times, as I would lay 
there on my lazyboy, gasping for breath, I look up to 
find Debbie standing there watching me, and she'd 
giggle, give her pussy a stroke inside her panties, 
raise her hand, suck on her fingers, and then go back 
to bed.

Tease.

We would cuddle up together sometimes at night, well, 
most of the time, really, either on my lazyboy, or on 
the couch. In soft voices, we'd talk about the time 
we'd had at Tracy's mansion, and Debbie would tell me 
how so desperate she had been for me to love her as a 
woman, and not a little girl, I'd find that she would 
be silently crying, tears slowly running down her 
cheeks. When I had become concerned for her, she told 
me not to worry, as they were tears of happiness, and 
that she was still happy for me to have been her 
first.

She told how shocked she'd been when I plunged into 
her body, how it had felt like tree had been rammed up 
into her, but she told me that as soon as I was in 
her, another part of her brain had taken over, and 
suddenly, she couldn't get enough of me being inside 
her.

We talked about how it had felt, both for her, and for 
me. We discussed it back and forth, almost surgically, 
for hours, and yet we both agreed that it was 
something that had felt right at the time, and still 
felt right, even now. My love for my beautiful young 
woman, as I thought of her now, was as deep as ever.

Tracy had pulled a couple of strings behind my back, 
and before I knew it, I had job offers coming my way. 
My cellphone would buzz, and then a male, or more 
often than not, a female voice, would apologise for 
calling, introduce themselves, tell me that Tracy had 
recommended me, and would then offer me a job. By the 
time the joinery contract was completed, I had more 
than enough work to last me until next summer's 
vacation, which Debbie and I were planning.

Every time I completed a job, I had a few days, 
sometimes a week, to rest and recuperate, and then I 
was starting on a new one. I was happy, Debbie was 
happy, and money seemed to pour into my bank account, 
as more than once, a bonus for work "done more than 
satisfactorily" was added. I wasn't just restricted to 
joinery, though. As I had said, I was a bit of a 
handyman jack-of-all-trades, and so I was pretty 
varied in my work.

I had heard through the grapevine that Rena had 
changed her mind, and had gone to the courts and tried 
to get Debbie back. My cynical mind thought it might 
have been due to the fact that she was missing the 
welfare payments that Debbie's presence in her home 
had been bringing in. Rena was met at every turn by 
doors slammed in her face. She couldn't understand why 
no-one would help her, until a court secretary told 
her point-blank that she was to give up, because no-
one was going to help her, and violently abusing, then 
throwing her daughter away while drunk didn't exactly 
help her cause any.

Rena found a lawyer, but even he gave up after a 
while. So, she went back to her life owing a few 
thousand dollars in lawyer's fees, and cursing the day 
Mom that had ever given birth to me.

So what else was new?

***

About four-and-a-half months went by, and one night 
after we had gone to our respective beds, I lay there 
in mine thinking about what we should do for the 
weekend, as it was a Friday, and we hadn't have 
anything planned. Most times, now that Debbie had a 
cellphone, she would be invited over to one friend or 
another's for sleepovers, and I would spend my alone-
time on my computer, planning my week, and making 
lists for any tools or materials I would need, or just 
spending time surfing the web. The time went quickly, 
and then she'd be back, and we would be a happy family 
again.

I heard the sound of Debbie tossing and turning in her 
bed one night, and she sounded frustrated about 
something. I had it in mind to get up and see if she 
was okay, when with an exasperated sound, I heard her 
get up. She padded into my room, and stood by the bed, 
and asked if she could sleep with me tonight. I 
scooted back a bit, and raised the blankets, she 
pulled her tee shirt off over her head, dropped it 
onto the floor, and then she slid in, and cuddled with 
her back to me. I put my arm around her waist, and we 
lay there for a few minutes, until she relaxed.

She gave a big sigh, then turned over, pushing me onto 
my back, and cuddled into me, moulding herself into my 
body. 

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said, and then fell silent for a few 
heartbeats.

"Well, no, actually" she told me.

"What's the matter?" I asked, becoming concerned.

"I keep thinking about what we did," she murmured.

"And?" I prompted her.

"I don't know how to say this," she said, "but, um, oh 
god," she groaned, "I really want to do it again, but 
I'm scared it's going to hurt again like it did that 
night."

I lay there silently for a minute, thinking about what 
she had just told me, and trying to think of what I 
could say to her. She had been sore for a few days 
afterward, but she had told her teacher, who noticed 
her wince a couple of times, that it was because of 
what her Mom had done to her, and that she was fine. 
The teacher, after making certain that Debbie was 
indeed, "fine," decided not to pursue the matter, but 
did keep an eye on her anyway however, "just in case."

I moved on the bed, turning onto my side, and Debbie 
rolled onto her back, reversing our positions. I 
looked down into her face. And there was just enough 
light in the room for me to see her expression, which 
was just a little fearful. I leant down, and kissed 
her on her lips, and she tensed up, but forced herself 
to relax.

"Well," I said, "for a start, you need to relax. 
Thinking that sex is going to hurt you could very well 
make it so. I, however, don't think it will. Your body 
will remember how it felt when we were making love, 
and I think it will do exactly as it wants to do, and 
I really think you'll be fine."

I knew I probably wasn't making much sense to her, but 
she seemed to think about it, and her hands were 
holding my arm as I held her.

She looked so tiny and vulnerable as she lay there, 
and then she looked up at me and in a small voice 
asked, "Would you kiss me again, please?"

I leant down, and gently kissed her on the tip of her 
nose, then moved slightly over her as I moved down to 
kiss her lips, which parted, and with a muffled 
sighing groan, she raised her head, one of her hands 
came up the back of mine, and then our mouths met, and 
then time stopped. Our tongues met, and twisted and 
chased each other like two snakes, darting back and 
forth, lapping up against each other, our heads 
moving, each trying to devour the other, and then 
Debbie's body responded, and I could smell her 
arousal, and because of that, my cock filled and 
hardened.

Coming up for air, making my girl groan with need, I 
started to kiss her all over and around her mouth and 
jawline, moving slowly down and around her neck making 
her gasp and shudder as I found erogenous zones she 
didn't know she had. Her hips began to make small 
flicking motions, and her breasts shook and trembled 
as I made my way down toward them.

"Oh!" she kept saying, repeating it like a mantra. I 
came to her breasts, and lavished slow lingering licks 
and kisses all over them. I went around them, first 
the left, then the right, switching between them until 
she was making hissing sounds, grasping my head and 
forcing my mouth onto her nipples, which I licked, 
sucked, and nibbled on, making her cry out and shudder 
with pleasurable abandon.

She sounded very much like she was very close to an 
orgasm, so I bent my head and started to kiss my way 
down to her belly button, running my tongue around and 
into it, making her gasp, and her body jumped as I 
found she was a little bit ticklish there. My hands 
then began to caress her sides and thighs, slowly 
massaging them, bringing my fingers closer and still 
closer to the rise of her mound. She had her legs 
closed at this point, so she tried to open them, to 
give me access, but I had my knees on either side of 
her thighs, and wouldn't let her.

I looked up as I ran my tongue across the skin of her 
belly above the waistband of her panties, and she was 
up on one elbow, her other hand hooked into my hair, a 
frustrated look on her face, but she was being carried 
away in her passion, and her hips were trying to buck 
me off her so that she could open her legs.

I relented, and with a look of victory, she went to 
throw her legs open, but she was prevented from doing 
so, because I had took hold of the waistband of her 
underwear, and drew them down her legs. As they came 
clear from her feet, she threw her legs wide this 
time, and gleefully shouted, "Gotcha!!"

"Oh, no," I told her, "not yet!," and with that, I 
began kissing her all over her mons, rubbing my face 
through her pubic hair, inhaling her scent, and then I 
began to kiss all around her vagina, giving little 
licks and nibbling on her pussy lips. Debbie threw her 
head back, and said loudly, "OH MY GOD!" She fell back 
onto the bed, now both hands tangled in my hair, her 
legs in the air, her knees bent, opening herself fully 
to me. Then I went for it. Starting at bottom of her 
crease, I ran my tongue slowly up, until I arrived at 
her pleasure centre, and pressed down on it. She 
screamed, and her hips bounced and bucked, her body 
writhing as she rode her climax.

I began to really let her have it then. My tongue 
writhed back and forth over her nubbin, now dipping to 
lap deeply at her sex, down to lick around the 
wrinkled skin of her anus, causing her to suck her 
breath in, then I raised my head up, sucking on her 
lips, drinking her juices in as they flowed, then 
attacking her clit again and again. Debbie fingers 
yanked and pulled my hair, but I felt no pain. All I 
wanted was for my darling to come, my mouth covering 
her slit, and my tongue dancing all over and in it, 
and then finally dragging my tired tongue up on to her 
clit.

With a loud, "NNNGGGyaaaahhh!" Debbie orgasmed again, 
her second climax shattering her. She collapsed onto 
the bed, her chest heaving, her body twitching, 
gasping for breath. Her legs flopped down beside my 
mine, and I crawled up to her, lay beside her, held 
her, then gave her a kiss.

It took her all of ten minutes or so to come down from 
her climax. She lay there spent, then rolled into me, 
kissed me, and then drew back, running her tongue over 
her lips. "Wow, she said, "I sure made a lot, huh?." 
Then she cuddled in, gave me a hug, and thanked me.

***

When Debbie finally got her breathing and her body 
under control, she pushed me onto my back. And then 
she straddled me, lining herself up with my groin. 
Without saying a word, she reached under herself, held 
my still hard cock in her hand, and felt around until 
it was lined up with her sopping young cunt. She 
settled on my cockhead, then slowly, ever so slowly, 
sank down until she was two-thirds the way onto it.

"Oh, no, she breathed, "you were right, it doesn't 
hurt one little bit!"

Then she grinned, and said, "But it sure doesn't feel 
like a 'little bit' in there!"

Cheeky witch!

Oh god, but she was tight! I gritted my teeth to stop 
myself from ejaculating, and I have to admit, it 
wasn't easy, but I won!

She giggled, and then told me I felt huge inside her. 
She began a rocking, up-and-down motion, and sank down 
until I was deeply embedded into her body. We groaned 
at exactly the same time, and she burst into giggles. 
That almost set me off, because her teenaged pussy was 
contracting around my sensitive member as she giggled, 
and I gasped from the sheer heavenly feeling that 
surrounded my cock.

"Oh my god, honey," I panted, "you feel amazing! Your 
pussy, oh my god!"

Debbie purred, and began to slowly ride my cock, and I 
reached up and ran my hands over her breasts, rolling 
her nipples, and massaging her mounds. Her eyes 
hooded, and she told me in another more mature woman's 
voice, full of triumph and lust, "that I was hers, and 
that from now on, we would be together, always." I 
looked up at her, the clouds outside cleared the moon, 
causing the room to become bathed in its silvery 
light, she had changed, and became a beautiful dark-
haired Goddess, smiling down at me, her lovemaking an 
act of benediction, my lovemaking, an act of worship.

I looked into her dark fathomless eyes, and whispered, 
"Yes, my Lady." She purred again, her pussy contracted 
around my shaft as she moved up and down, and I felt 
the cum bubbling and boiling up from my balls into my 
organ, and with a yell from me, and a high-pitched 
keening from Her, we orgasmed at exactly the same 
moment, riding into orgasmic unconsciousness together.

***

When I awoke, the sun was up, and my clock told me it 
was almost ten in the morning. Debbie was lying on her 
side, facing me, and I spent a few minutes watching 
her as she slept, fascinated by her loveliness, and 
perfectness of features. She had a slight smile that 
tugged at the edges of her mouth, and then without 
opening her eyes, she said, "You're watching me 
again."

I laughed, happy for no apparent reason, except that 
here we were, in my bed, last night a wonderful 
memory. I had made love to this beautiful young 
Goddess, and my love for her knew no bounds. I laughed 
again, realising that I felt like a teenager again. I 
was in my forties, and I had a teenaged lover, who 
loved me back as an adult woman would. I supposed I 
was still feeling the euphoria from my orgasm last 
night.

I rolled over to the other side of the bed, got up, 
and went into the bathroom to start my day. As I got 
out some towels for Debbie and I, her arms circled my 
waist, she moulded herself into my back, and then that 
same mature woman's voice said, "You are mine. I've 
waited a long time for you. Now that I've found you, 
I'm not letting you go. Together, you and I will do 
many wonderful things!"

Part of my mind was denying that I'd heard that voice, 
that this wasn't happening, that nothing about it was 
real, but it was like it was locked into a cell, and 
the key tossed away. I turned around, and going down 
on one knee, I took the Goddess/Debbie's hands in 
mine, kissed them, and pledged myself to Her. The dark 
eyes gazed at me for the longest moment, and then She 
nodded, and said, "Done!"

Suddenly Debbie's amber eyes were looking at me again. 
I stood, and without a word, we showered together, but 
I did notice we both were smiling.

***

We relaxed around the house all day, because some rain 
clouds had rolled in, and it began to pour. There 
wasn't anything to do, it being a Saturday. The wind 
picked up, and the temperature dropped. I set the 
heating, and every now and then, one or the other of 
us would go and stand by the ranchslider, almost as if 
we were waiting for something.

Then, about five in the evening, a car pulled into our 
driveway, and two figures emerged from it. It was 
Tracy and Lilith!

They ran to our front door, and as they were taking 
off their coats, shaking the rain from them, Debbie 
was chattering in her teenage way, and talking a mile 
a minute to Lilith. As the two women came in and made 
themselves comfortable, Tracy called Debbie over to 
her, and took her hands in her own. Looking into 
Debbie's eyes, Tracy smiled, a big bright "Ohmigod" 
smile, or in her case, "Ohmigoddess" smile, and said, 
"So it is true! That's wonderful, Debbie, I'm so happy 
for you, for both of you!"

Debbie, of course, blushed, but Tracy passed that by, 
and continued talking to her, chatting about the 
horrendous weather, and about a traffic snarl-up that 
caused them to add half an hour to their trip over. I 
did notice in passing however, that when Lilith came 
over to stand by them, she gave what looked like a 
slight genuflection to Debbie! But then my attention 
was diverted to fixing dinner.

We'd prepared spaghetti Bolognese, for the two of us, 
but strangely, we had made extra, almost as if we had 
known we'd be having guests for dinner. As we sat down 
to eat, Tracy asked that we take each other's hands, 
and then she gave a blessing over the food. Then we 
sat back, and tucked in.

Debbie and I had always talked at the dinner table, 
sharing news, or just conversation in general, and 
when she started to talk about what was happening at 
school, directing her conversation at Lilith, she 
stopped, a forkful of spaghetti almost at her open 
mouth. Noticing the two women looking at her she 
dipped her head; she put her fork down, and blushed to 
her roots in embarrassment.

Lilith came to her rescue. "Do you always talk at the 
dinner table?" She inquired. Debbie was immobile with 
mortification. "I think that is so cool! At home, we 
have to finish our meal whenever we have guests over, 
and sometimes it can be soooo boring, especially when 
I think of something to say, and want to say it, but 
those stuffy people never want to listen!"

Debbie raised her head, saw that Lilith was serious, 
and not being facetious at all, and slowly began 
eating again. Tracy started to tell us about how well 
her lingerie business was doing, eating and talking at 
the same time. Debbie and I relaxed, and in no time, 
we were eating, laughing and talking, all at the same 
time.

After dinner, we were too full to continue, so I got 
up and started to clear off the table. Debbie started 
helping, and then all four of us were in the kitchen 
cleaning off the plates, and what didn't go into the 
dishwasher, was put next to the sink for washing by 
hand. Tracy stood at the sink, and began filling it 
with hot water, and added the detergent. I told her 
that that wasn't necessary, that I would do it, but 
she insisted.

As she stood there, she told me to sit down, that this 
time, and she smiled, she said that just for tonight, 
doing the dishes was "woman's work." Lilith helped 
Debbie make the coffees, and I sat there, feeling 
strange as this bright, wealthy, successful woman 
stood at my sink, and washed my dishes.

When Tracy finished, putting the last pot onto the 
dishrack, she pulled out the plug, and ran her hand 
around the inside of the sink, to flush any loose 
particles down the drain. Then she turned on the hot 
water tap, and wiped the sink out again. She dried her 
hands, and came to sit beside me.

Debbie handed her a coffee, with cream and sugar 
added, and Tracy sipped at it, smiling in happiness. 
Did I mention that I loved her smile? Yes, I think I 
did. The girls had made themselves a hot chocolate 
each, and when Debbie came to sit on my other side, 
she gave a pointed look at the empty chair, and Lilith 
sat also.

"Wow, this is weird," Lilith muttered. "Normally, we'd 
go into another room." She looked up guiltily, as if 
she made a faux pas, but neither Debbie nor I minded. 
"That's ok, different strokes for different folks, 
hey, Uncle?" Debbie said, sipping at her hot 
chocolate.

"Of course, Lilith," I said. "Believe it or not, I 
think it's very interesting to know how other people, 
yourselves included, live their lives. One day," I 
said, "I'd love to have that kind of lifestyle; I know 
Debbie would as well. We were both very impressed with 
our time at your place."

Tracy looked at me, then to Debbie, and asked me if I 
really felt that way. I told her that when we were 
there after dinner, and some staff were sent to look 
for Debbie, I remembered thinking that I could get 
used to that. Tracy looked into her coffee, and 
nodded.

We talked of other things, and when I mentioned that I 
was grateful for her doing the washing up, Tracy 
looked at me, put her coffee down, and said, "It may 
come as a surprise to you, but I wasn't always 
wealthy. I was born into a lower income family, and 
doing the washing up was one of my chores in the 
house, as well as doing the cooking and cleaning, and 
looking after my alcoholic mother."

A pained expression came into her eyes, and said 
softly, "Those were hard times, for me as well as my 
mother. My father had left us for a younger woman, and 
didn't contribute to the upkeep of his deserted wife 
and child. Mom worked, but at menial jobs, doing what 
she could, when she wasn't on a bender. As soon as I 
was old enough, I left school behind for good, and 
worked sometimes three jobs, putting food on the 
table, paying bills, and trying to save something so I 
could finish my education."

She sighed, took a sip of her coffee, and grimaced, 
because it had gone cold. Debbie got up, and put the 
kettle on, and silently went about making her a new 
one. Tracy glanced at me, took my hand, and gave it a 
squeeze before letting it go, and then she clasped her 
hands before her on the table top.

"I was working at a, what I suppose people these days 
would call a 'New Age' bookstore, cleaning and doing 
odd jobs there. The woman who owned the store used to 
talk to me every day I was in there, and she would to 
notice how hard and diligently I worked, so she used 
to give me extra in my paycheque every week. I didn't 
really pay much attention to what she talked to me 
about, because all I could think of was how much money 
I had to make, just to keep up. Mother drank heavily, 
and when I'd put what I could aside for emergencies, 
she'd take that and spend it on booze."

"Then one night, one of mother's 'gentlemen friends' 
came over, I suppose I would have been about thirteen 
at the time, or nearly so, and he took a fancy to me. 
He was drunk, loud, abusive, and he stank worse than a 
sewer pipe. He tried to rape me, tearing at my 
clothes, and when Momma," Tracy gasped and nearly 
broke down; tears coming to her eyes, rolling down her 
cheeks. Debbie and Lilith flew to her side, wrapping 
their arms around her, and I reached over, and took 
one of her hands. She gripped it back.

"Momma came out of the bedroom where she'd 'entertain' 
her gentlemen friends, and tore into him, beating on 
him and screaming blue murder. He took a swing at her, 
and caught her in the throat. She died on that floor, 
choking to death."

Tracy sat up, and with the girls still holding her, 
and with me still holding her hand, she continued.

"The guy ran off. I was too distraught to give a 
coherent description to the police. Seeing as how 
there were no known family members to take me in, I 
was made a ward of the state, and put into foster 
care." Her eyes hardened. "The first family I was put 
with, the husband was the minister of a church, and 
outwardly, he was an upright decent man. At home, 
however, he too tried to rape me in my bed one night. 
I ran away, and never went back."


-= Chapter Eight =-

By this time, the kettle had boiled, so Debbie and 
Lilith made us all a refill, but this time I wanted a 
hot chocolate, and Tracy decided she wanted one too, 
so it was unanimous. Hot chocolate all round!

We adjourned to the living room, and Tracy sat on one 
end of the couch, and I sat on the other end. Debbie 
lay on the floor, on her stomach with her chin cupped 
in her hands, and Lilith, who'd obviously never done 
that before, shyly went down on hands and knees, then 
lay down, mimicking Debbie. Debbie looked at her and 
smiled, and put her arm around Lilith's shoulders, and 
gave her a squeeze. Lilith just grinned lopsidedly, 
and soon, we had all relaxed.

Tracy picked up her drink, and held her hands around 
the cup, as if to warm them. Her arms were close to 
her chest, then she reached down, took off her shoes, 
and she shifted position by tucking her feet up under 
her, and she settled, quite comfortable.

She looked at Debbie for a minute or two, and in a 
quiet voice, asked her if she could beg a favour. 
Debbie's, and Lilith's too for that matter, eyebrows 
went up, and they were both curious. Tracy actually 
blushed a pretty pink, and she looked at Debbie, and 
asked if I could give her, Tracy, a hug, as it had 
been so long since she'd last had one.

Lilith objected, saying that she did get hugs, from 
her, but Tracy said, "This was different." Debbie 
immediately caught on, and with a look at me, said 
"Sure! He gives fantastic hugs!"

"If you all don't mind, then I don't mind!" I said, 
and with that, Tracy unwound from her end of the 
couch, and came over to me. I sat back, leaning up 
against the arm with one leg on the couch, and the 
other one open, with my foot on the floor. Tracy sat 
down between my legs, drew hers up underneath her and 
settled into me, her head resting on my chest. I put 
my arms around her, and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Ooooh, Momma's got a boyfriend!" Lilith teased, and 
suddenly, and then we were all laughing.

***

Tracy continued her story, telling us all it was quite 
alright when I said she didn't have to, as it seemed 
painful to her. She gave my hand a squeeze, and began.

"The lady who owned the bookstore was a priestess of a 
Dianic 'cult', for want of a better word, and had been 
given guidance to go out and find me. She did, 
finally, because I was at my old house, trying to find 
something to eat. There was not much left in the 
house, as someone had broken in, and the place was 
ransacked. I was eating dry stale bread when she 
walked in the door, and she immediately came to me, 
and held me, and I could feel the love she had for me, 
and I cried for a long time."

"She took me in, and my education began. There was so 
much to learn! I had home-schooling, which helped 
tremendously. It took all of my teenaged years, and 
most of my twenties, but finally, she said, I was 
ready. During that time, I was working at the 
bookstore, and in due course, I became High Priestess 
of the Temple."

"After that, it seemed as if everything I touched 
turned out for my good. I made some money when out of 
the blue, I discovered I was entitled to an 
inheritance, and then I met a woman in the bookstore 
one day, and she told me about a computer company that 
looked like it was going places, so I invested my 
inheritance into it, I became very wealthy because of 
that, and now I'm still getting quite large royalties 
from them!"

"I bought the bookstore when Alice retired, and paid 
her twice what it was worth. I've made my money back 
several times over since then, so I branched out into 
different areas, the lingerie shop being one of them."

"Alice and I still keep in contact. She was there that 
night."

She stopped, and took a mouthful of her drink.

"Mmmm," she murmured, "that's nice, thank you girls!"

They glowed with this praise, and Tracy put the cup 
down, leaning over me to do so, and in the process, 
one of her lush breasts slipped into my hand.

"Oh," she gasped, and I felt her nipple harden.

She sat up, and looked me in the face. A slow blush 
crept up her neck, and she became breathless.

"I'm sorry," she said, "that wasn't meant to happen."

Debbie and Lilith looked confused, so Tracy stood up, 
and went to the door. She opened it, letting the in-
rush of night air cool her off. It was still pouring 
with rain outside, and the wind was howling around the 
house. She closed the door, and the sound of the storm 
ceased.

"Well, Lilith," she said, "it looks like we may have 
to impose on Albie and Debbie. I don't want to risk 
driving home in that kind of weather, so it looks 
like, if they don't mind, we have to stay here 
tonight."

She turned to me, and asked me if that was ok?

I was more than happy for them to stay, and Debbie was 
over the moon, saying that finally she could have a 
friend stay for a sleepover! I told her that I was 
always willing for her to have friends over, but she'd 
never asked.

"I know" she smiled, "I was just teasing!" She gave me 
one of her Gotcha! looks.

"Oh, you little witch," I told her; "I'm going to get 
you for that!" Then I lunged for her, and screaming 
and shrieking, she dashed away from me, and I chased 
her all over the house, tickling her whenever I got 
within range. Lilith stood there with Tracy, looking 
all bemused at our antics, and when I noticed a 
wistful look on Lilith's face, I attacked her, causing 
her to shriek in wicked delight, and then Debbie 
attacked Tracy, her eyes going wide, trying to dance 
out of the way, then suddenly both women were on the 
floor, and Debbie and I were tickling them 
mercilessly, and we all were shrieking in laughter.

We rolled around on the floor, changing partners, 
being both attacker, and attackee. I did notice, too, 
that there was a fair amount of surreptitious groping 
going on from all three women, but hey, I didn't mind 
in the slightest.

Later, we were all lying on the floor, tuckered out, 
gasping for breath, and Lilith was holding her sides, 
moaning in delicious delight. Tracy was still 
snuffling with laughter, and Debbie was lying across 
me, panting. I was on my back, getting my breath under 
control, when Tracy asked if we were always like that, 
or was that for their benefit. I looked at the 
ceiling, and told her, yes, most times, but if I tried 
to chase Debbie all the time, I'd be worn to a 
frazzle.

I could feel Debbie's breasts pressing into my 
stomach, and I started to stiffen up in my jeans. 
Debbie must have noticed, because she slid her hand 
up, and with her body covering her actions, gave me a 
squeeze. Her nipples became hard, and then I was fully 
erect, feeling her points dig into me. I went to get 
up, but by that time, Tracy had got to her feet, and 
when she looked down, she saw my erection making a 
lump in my jeans.

I turned my head, and she was looking down on it, and 
there was a hunger in her eyes. We stared at each 
other, she began to flush, and her nipples hardened, 
and I could see them clearly, poking through her bra 
and blouse. Lilith had noticed the change in the 
atmosphere, then she sat up, and noticed where her 
mother was looking. Debbie got up to kneel beside me.

Lilith gasped, and flushed as well. I didn't know what 
to do. All three females were staring at my crotch, 
and no-one had said a word.

That changed when Tracey whispered, "Oh, my!"

Lilith breathed, "Oh, yeah!"

Debbie smiled, and ran her fingers across my manhood, 
making it jump in my pants.

"Dessert is ready to be served," she said, quite 
matter-of-factly.

***

"This is unreal," I managed to croak. Debbie leaned 
over me, kissed me on the lips, and told me to lie 
still, and to close my eyes, if I didn't want to 
watch. She undid the buttons on her shirt, and took it 
off, then reached behind herself, and undid the catch 
on her bra. When that was done, she tossed it to the 
side, and began undoing my shirt. Lilith came over to 
help her, and then my shirt joined Debbie's.

I looked up at Tracy, and she was starting to undress, 
and I noticed her hands were trembling as she undid 
the buttons of her blouse. She looked at me as though 
she couldn't help herself, and said, "Forgive me, but 
it's been so long."

Lilith started to undress as well, and soon, I had 
three mostly naked women, because they'd stripped to 
their panties, kneeling around my prone body, touching 
me, sliding their hands all over my chest and stomach. 
Debbie began to undo my belt, and then Lilith's hands 
were there, joining her, unzipping my jeans, while 
Tracy knelt by my head, massaging my chest and 
shoulders, and then, like a whiff of Ambrosia, I could 
smell her arousal.

In no time at all, my jeans and underwear was off, and 
tossed aside. I lay there naked, my proud tumescence 
lying on my lower belly. Debbie and Lilith started 
stroking it, and my balls, both their hands busy, 
causing me to groan in delicious abandon. One or the 
other would lean in, and let saliva drip from their 
open mouths, using that to make my cock slick and 
slippery Lilith leaned over, and whispered into her 
mother's ear, and Tracy blushed, and then in a rolling 
motion, had her panties off, and then she crept 
forward on her hands and knees to straddle my head.

She leant forward, placing her weight on her hands, to 
give me better access to her womanly charms, and I lay 
there a moment, gazing up at her pussy lips, 
marvelling at their delicate symmetry, delighting at 
the way they seemed to contract with her need. She was 
very wet already, and so I raised my head, and licked 
her for the first time, a swipe from her clit to her 
anus.

Her scent and her juices made my head swim. She 
gasped, and lowered herself further, and I began to 
slowly lick and nibble at her sex, lathering my tongue 
all around her dripping pussy, and into her as deeply 
as I could go, and she began moving over me, gasping 
and making small squeaking sounds. Her breasts rubbed 
on my lower chest and belly, and I could feel her 
nipples harden fully, and I shivered from the contact.

I raised my arms, and locked them around her thighs, 
massaging her firm, yet soft, butt. My hands roamed 
around her globes, and I managed to slip my thumbs 
across her sphincter, causing this wonderful woman to 
give a groaning purr, and she pushed back at me. 
Taking my cue, I slipped a finger into her nether 
region, up to the first knuckle, and she went wild, 
gyrating and grinding herself onto my whipping tongue, 
and my pumping finger.

I ran my tongue across her clitoral hood and button, 
spending a few minutes concentrating on giving her as 
much pleasure as possible. Her pubic hair, soft and 
fine, tickled my chin, and I raised up a little, and 
managed to give them a couple of licks. She looked 
down between her dangling breasts, and she made a 
cooing sound as she watched me pleasure her.

She was gasping and panting, close to her release. I 
was not far off, groaning, pumping my hips up into the 
air, my cock jumping and straining in the hands of the 
two teenage beauties, who then sped up their efforts. 
I disconnected the liplock I had on Tracy's wanton 
pussy and groaned with suppressed need, "I'm going to 
cum!"

Tracy dived forward, and then I felt her mouth engulf 
me. The girls' hands left me. She licked and nibbled 
on the head of my now sensitive manhood, dipping her 
head and taking as much of me as she could, her head 
pumping, and then I started pulsing into her mouth. 
Contraction after contraction jetted up from my cock, 
and then Tracy went over the top into her orgasm. She 
gyrated her hips, humping my face, and even in my 
release, I kept licking her, driving her into a world 
of bliss.

Her mouth was still on the head of my cock, giving 
small sucks, and I realised that she had swallowed my 
load, and I marvelled again at this amazing woman. 
None of my previous dates had ever done that, and some 
of them hadn't even wanted to go down on me.

Tracy lay on me, stroking and holding my hips and 
thighs, her cheek resting on my now flaccid sticky 
member, sighing and giving small moans in contentment, 
rubbing her chin into my pubic hair. I looked over her 
ass, noticing in passing that her anus was giving 
small contractions. Debbie sat there, a wicked 
satisfied smile on her face, and Lilith knelt on the 
opposite side of my legs, her hands on her thighs, 
gazing in wonderment at her mother, an amazed look on 
her beautiful face.

"Wow!" was all she said.

***

Debbie got up and dashed into the bathroom, and then 
when she came back, she had a towel in her hand, and 
she spread it onto the couch. Then, with Lilith 
helping her, the two girls picked up Tracy, her legs 
trembling, and helped her to lie down, giving her a 
chance to recover. Then, still in a state of undress, 
she went into the kitchen, and soon, another round of 
hot chocolate drinks was being dispensed.

Tracy sat up, and took her drink gratefully, sipping 
it, smiling at Debbie, and thanking her. I sat at the 
other end of the couch, and Tracy asked me to sit a 
bit closer, as she hadn't finished her cuddle. Both 
girls giggled, and then we swapped around until I was 
back to where we were before, and Tracy was cuddled up 
against my chest, and then she gave me a soft, 
lingering kiss on the lips. "Thank you," she 
whispered, and then snuggled back into my chest, the 
skin of her breasts soft and warm. Then she looked at 
Debbie, gave a small nod, and said, "Thank you too, 
Debbie. That was unexpected, but lovely."

Then Lilith, deciding to be the practical one, piped 
up and asked, "Where are we all going to sleep 
tonight?"

"Don't worry about that," Debbie replied, "I've got 
that sorted."

***

As we all relaxed in the living room, still naked, or 
in the girls' case, semi-naked, Debbie explained her 
plan.

"It's simple," she told us. "Uncle and Tracy will have 
his bed, and Lilith, you and I will have mine. There's 
heaps of room in both, so no-one will be squashed or 
uncomfortable."

She was serious, her face open and without guile.

I spoke up, and asked her, "But what if Tracy doesn't 
want to sleep with me, and wants the couch?"

I felt Tracy tense up, and Debbie looked at her, her 
amber eyes seeming to darken.

"Do you want to sleep on the couch?" she asked Tracy, 
her voice level, deepening, becoming huskier.

Tracy's eyes flew open, and she gave a startled 
squeak, and blurted, "No!" She blushed, flicking her 
eyes up to look at me, then she looked back at Debbie, 
and said a bit more calmly, "I mean no, thank you, I 
would be honoured for the opportunity to share this 
man's bed!"

Debbie's eyes turned back to amber, and she smiled, 
and calmly said, "Then it's settled. You two," she 
said, pointing at us, her nose crinkling up in mock 
disgust, pointing to the hallway, said, "shower, now!"

***

Tracy and I stood under the running water, luxuriating 
in the feel of the hot water on our bodies. We soaped 
each other, our hands taking slow gentle passes over 
each other's bodies. We were like two children, shy 
but not uncomfortable with the other. Tracy reached up 
to my head, pulled it down, and kissed me gently. I 
reciprocated, and then washing each other down took a 
back seat as we were lost in our passion.

"Hey, you two!" a voice called out, and we jumped 
apart, laughing in embarrassment at getting caught. 
Debbie and Lilith stood in the bathroom, their arms 
around each other's waists, and both were naked, 
grinning madly.

"If you carry on like that, there won't be any hot 
water left," Lilith said, giving her mom a wicked 
leer.

Blushing furiously, we washed the suds off our bodies, 
and then we stepped out, and the two girls dashed in, 
and began chattering and giggling, we two adults 
seemingly forgotten. Tracy and I looked at each other, 
and she smiled a shy smile.

"Are you two getting into bed all wet? Debbie asked 
us, and chuckling, Tracy and I dried each other off, 
and when I was drying her back, I spent an extra 
moment massaging her bottom, causing her to roll her 
hips, and groan deliciously. The two girls erupted 
into a fit of giggles, and Debbie grabbed Lilith's 
firm young globes, as she mimicked my actions, and 
Lilith gyrated her butt back at Debbie, growling in 
simulated passion, and that set them off again.

"Pair of witches," I growled with mock consternation, 
"no respect for their elders!"

"Ooooh, my poor old Uncle," Debbie chortled.

"What's the matter, Albie, can't handle it?" Lilith 
teased.

***

When we passed the threshold of my bedroom, Tracy 
stopped for a moment, then sighed in relief as she 
stepped forward. I turned on the light, and as she 
gave me an enquiring glance, I explained that I wanted 
to see her, all of her, as we made love. She smiled, 
and went toward the bed. I stepped over to the window, 
and closed the curtains, and turned, and gazed fully 
at this beautiful, naked, and very aroused female in 
my room. I could smell her from where I stood. My 
member began growing, and she purred in anticipation.

The two girls had finished their shower, and both 
dashed into Debbie's room naked and partly closed the 
door. I could hear them whispering, shushing each 
other, and then they'd erupt into muffled giggles. 
Tracy and I just stood there, on opposite sides of the 
bed, running extended glances at our bodies on open 
display.

Her ash-blonde hair was still wet, even though she had 
scrubbed a towel through it, and as it slowly dried, 
it floated around her head and shoulders like a halo. 
Her pale blue eyes were sparkling, with a look of 
excitement that spoke volumes. She had a light 
scattering of freckles on her upper chest, and her 
breath became deeper as she noticed me looking at her 
there, pushing her round, yet firm breasts out.

They had a slight sag, but that made them even more 
desirable. Her nipples were a strawberry red colour, 
wrinkling and hardening with desire before my eyes. 
Her hips and waist were as slim and as perfect as 
ever, and the wedge of her pubic hair, darker than on 
her head, framed her slit, and I could see moisture 
there.

My member wasn't hard yet, but it certainly looked 
like I was in recovery. It nodded and waved, and Tracy 
gulped, licking her lips, making me even hornier.

At an unspoken signal, we both pulled the sheet and 
blankets back, and slid into bed, meeting in the 
middle. We got comfortable on our sides, Tracy facing 
away from me, and as she snuggled against me, my cock 
rested between her ass cheeks. We lay like that for a 
while. I held her close. I started to give her small 
kisses on the side of her neck and shoulder, and she 
shifted, and gave a contented sigh.

She shifted position, and tucked her arm under my 
body, running her hand languidly against my back, as I 
rose up onto my elbow. Tracy just looked at me, gazing 
into my eyes. I leaned into her, kissing her softly, 
gently, and her eyes closed, then I closed mine, and 
we kissed, our mouths opening, and I ran my tongue 
across her teeth, and she licked at it, shuddering in 
delight.

I bought my hand up to her breast, and covered it, 
gently massaging it, rolling her nipple around with my 
fingertips.

Her free hand came across her body, and took my half-
erect member into her grasp, and she slowly stroked 
it, pulling on it, willing it back into life, moaning 
now into my mouth. I left her mouth, and started to 
kiss her on her eyes, her nose, and then made my way 
down toward her breasts. As I gently sucked her 
nipple, Tracy arched her back, and moaned loudly, 
"It's been too long, too long!," and grabbed my head, 
forcing me onto her body, guiding me by switching my 
head from one breast to the other.

I licked, sucked and nibbled, inflaming her with 
desire. Then, I began to move down her now twisting 
body, and as my lips explored her pubic thatch, she 
bucked upward almost breaking my nose doing so. She 
didn't notice my slight discomfort, and I wasn't that 
bothered, as other women seemed to do that as well. 
So, I dipped my head lower, and tasted her, running my 
tongue across her clit, and plunging it deep into her 
slick folds.

She was more than just wet; she was slick with my 
saliva and her juices, which ran down her open lips, 
and onto her anus. I dipped lower, and rimmed her, 
pushing her legs open and up, till her knees were 
bent, and in the air. She writhed under me, gasping, 
and groaning, forcing my head deeper. My tongue danced 
across her rosebud, and then, for the first time, for 
me, at least, I pushed my tongue deep into her anus, 
and then she rose up on the bed with a howl, flopped 
back down and then her hips lifted higher, and then 
she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.

She crumpled at that point, and lay on the bed, her 
chest heaving, her legs now straight and limp. She 
gulped air into her lungs, her chest rapidly rising 
and falling, her breasts moving and rolling as she 
fought to control her body. My phallus was erect now, 
hard and sticking straight up with my need. Tracy 
looked down her body, and slowly raised her legs again 
opening them wider, and bent her knees, and pulled me 
onto her.

I leaned forward, holding my member down and forward, 
the tip of my crown touching her special place, and 
she shuddered, and gripped my shoulders. I slowly 
leaned in, and as I entered her for the first time, 
her vagina was hot and wet, and she was so very tight. 
It had been a while for her, and as I sank deeper, she 
crossed her legs behind my buttocks, her feet pushing 
me home, and she pushed her hips upward.

We rocked together slowly, and then our actions 
gradually sped up, until we were making the bed bounce 
with our efforts. Tracy was muttering unconsciously 
under her breath as she humped her body underneath me, 
and several small shocks went rippling through her 
sheath, and when she clamped down on me, I stopped 
moving on her, watching her whole body shuddering.

Tracy lay there, and in a quiet voice told me she 
wanted me to do something, something she swore that 
she'd never do. She looked into my eyes, and told that 
me she wanted me to take her, fully. I asked her what 
she meant, and then she uncrossed her legs, reached 
down to extricate me from her wet sheath, and 
positioned my crown at the entrance to her anus, her 
sphincter was already wet and slick with our combined 
lubrication. 

She raised her legs again, and I slowly pushed myself 
into her, a little bit at a time, watching her face 
for any signs of pain or discomfort. She stopped me 
about half-way in with her hand, and thanked me for 
being so gentle, this being her first time doing this. 
I told her that I appreciated that, and her ass 
muscles contracted around my shaft, causing me to suck 
in my breath, fighting off the urge to ejaculate into 
her.

I began to massage her clit with my thumb, and she 
began to move under me, slowly relaxing until I had 
slipped all the way in. My pubic hair rasped against 
the inflamed lips of her pussy, smearing her juices 
against them, matting my hair, and she gasped, and 
wide-eyed, told me I felt absolutely huge inside her!

Then she began to move, little back and forth motions, 
and after she nodded to me, I began to move with her. 
She slipped her hands to the back of my neck, growling 
and groaning, her actions becoming more furious with 
each passing second.

We held each other, rocking our hips back and forth, 
gazing deeply into the others eyes, locked in what the 
Japanese called "flowery combat." Tracy began to 
hyperventilate, then let go of my shoulders as another 
orgasm rocketed through her. Her hands became claws, 
and her face was locked in a rictus of lust. She 
thrashed and writhed, her hips still unconsciously 
pounding against me, and I could feel my peak coming, 
and then with a hoarse voice I let her know that I 
too, was cumming. Tracy grabbed me again with both 
hands, locked them around the back of my neck, and 
slammed herself against me, and then with both us 
crying out our passion, we exploded into a shared 
climax, convulsing against each other.

***

We slowly relaxed, spent. Tracy lowered her legs, 
until her feet were on the bed. I sank down onto my 
knees, holding her hips, bent over her, my deflating 
cock still buried in her anal channel. As it slipped 
from her, my semen came bubbling out, to drip onto the 
bed. I lowered Tracy onto the bed, then leaned over 
her, and kissed her. We held each other for a moment, 
and then I rolled my weight off her to lie on my back, 
still out of breath, and groaning.

I felt eyes on me, and I looked around, and Debbie and 
Lilith stood at the door, which I had forgotten to 
close. Both girls were goggle-eyed, and Lilith had her 
hand between her legs, slowly stroking her young 
pussy, I watched her fingers as they moved up and down 
across her clit, through her bright orange pubic hair, 
seeing the young girl's vaginal lips part around her 
fingers as she moved her hips in slow time to her 
ministrations.

"Oh, dear," I said to Tracy "I do believe we have an 
audience!"

She turned her head, looked up at the two teens, and 
gave a girlish giggle.

"Hmm," she purred in a tired voice, "maybe the girls 
have learnt something?"


-= Chapter Nine =-

We all slept well that night. The two girls insisted 
on joining us in my bed, but with a difference. Debbie 
lay in Tracy's arms, and Lilith lay in mine. If I 
wasn't feeling so spent, I would have explored her 
young body. But even as I was thinking those thoughts, 
I fell into a deep sleep.

Considering the amount of sexual energy spent the 
night before, both Tracy and I were up early the next 
morning, and we sat at the kitchen table enjoying a 
hot coffee, after spending some quality time in the 
shower. The girls got up after we exited the bathroom, 
and spent some time of their own having a shower 
together.

Then, with Lilith, who was wearing borrowed clothes 
and underwear, both her and Debbie being the same size 
and height, almost identical, Debbie went outside to 
introduce her to her tree. Tracy was dressed in the 
same clothes she had worn the night before, and she 
sat there telling me that she couldn't put her panties 
back on, as she had, she said, "positively soaked 
them," last night. As I was about to tell her she 
could use the washing machine to clean them, there was 
a knock at the door.

I got up, and went to answer the door. I noticed a 
black unmarked S.U.V outside, and two women dressed in 
black military fatigues stood close by, looking 
worried, but on the alert. I opened the door, and a 
woman looking to be in her early fifties, with short 
salt-and-pepper hair, cropped in a military cut, 
dressed in the same black fatigues as the two outside, 
stood there, all business. She was lithe and slim, 
with small breasts, and looked at the peak of physical 
fitness, and very capable. She had a kepi cap pulled 
down on her forehead, and she looked very 
intimidating, her grey eyes seemingly to look right 
into me, and through me. I thought to myself, I really 
didn't want this woman to be mad at me.

"Sorry to disturb your Sunday, sir," she began. "I'm 
Morgana, Ms. Wickman's Chief of Security. Have you 
seen her, or her daughter, by any chance, last night 
or today?" knowing full well that her car was in my 
driveway, for all to see.

Tracy called out, and said "I'm in here, dear."

Morgana walked past me into the living room, her eyes 
taking in everything around her in a glance. She 
looked at the hallway, toward the bedrooms, and Tracy 
told her that Lilith was outside, in the backyard with 
Debbie. Morgana spoke softly into a microphone 
attached to a shoulder harness, and I saw the two 
other security guards go around the house, one each 
side.

Tracy stood up, and walked over to Morgana. She took 
her hands in hers, and apologised for not calling, as 
she'd turned off her cellphone, and forgot to turn it 
back on and let someone know where she was.

Morgana was mollified by this explanation, but pressed 
her case anyway.

"Ms Wickman," she began, "how do you expect me and my 
team to do our jobs, if you don't keep in contact? 
There are those who'd be more than happy if you 
disappeared!"

She glanced at me, her eyes boring into me, and I just 
knew, that if I were to harm Tracy, there'd be no 
place I could hide from her on this planet, as Morgana 
would track me down, and make me pay. It would 
probably take me a long time to die, I guessed.

Tracy apologised again, and thanked Morgana. Turning 
to me, Tracy told me that Morgana and her team were 
the best of the very best, and that she, Morgana, was 
ex-Special Forces, but didn't elaborate which 
organisation, or for what country, and had served her 
well for years, and that she trusted this woman with 
her life. Morgana looked gruff, but accepted the 
accolade with a slight wriggle, almost like a puppy 
having its tummy rubbed. But, Tracy honestly meant 
every word, and was genuinely proud of this daunting 
woman, smiling at her with love in her eyes.

Tracy mentioned she needed a change of clothes, and 
Morgana left the house, returning with a small 
suitcase, passing it to Tracy. Tracy explained that 
every vehicle that her security team had, had a change 
of spare clothes for her, and other assorted items, 
which was replaced regularly, depending on the 
weather, and circumstances.

As Tracy took the suitcase, Morgana asked her where 
her cellphone was, and when Tracy mentioned that it 
was in her handbag, Morgana told her, but not quite 
ordered her, to turn it on, and that she, Morgana, was 
going to call her, just to make sure. Tracy went to 
her handbag, pulled out her phone, and with the Chief 
watching closely, she turned it on. The Chief humphed, 
and told her to keep it on, but said it with a smile 
this time. Tracy put her hand on the Chief's arm, and 
kissed her on the cheek. Then, she whispered 
something, and Morgana gave a start, shot a look at 
me, and grinned, the grin lighting up her face.

"Well," she said, "doesn't that beat all!"

Tracy looked askance at me, and said, "Never mind 
dear, girls talk!"

Then they both laughed, and relaxed. I asked Morgana 
if she'd like to stay for a coffee, but she declined 
with grace, and told Tracy that a team would be 
keeping an eye on her, "to teach her a lesson!"

"And if they've done what I've taught them, you won't 
see them either!"

With that, she gave a small salute, took her leave, 
and spoke again into her microphone, and then all 
three women climbed into the S.U.V, and departed. I 
closed the door, musing on the strange visit.

***

Tracy didn't elaborate on her security measures, and I 
didn't ask. Sure, I was curious, but discretion is the 
better part of valour, so I let it go.

The girls came inside, a little cold, but asked us if 
we'd seen the two security guards outside. We told 
them about the visit, keeping nothing back, and Lilith 
looked at her Mom, and said, "Come on, mother, you 
know better than that! You're always telling me to be 
careful! Sheesh!"

I gave a quiet chuckle, and they looked at me.

"She's been around Debbie too long," I told Tracy. 
"That's one of her favourite expressions."

Debbie smacked me on the arm.

Tracy surprised Lilith, by poking out her tongue, and 
then telling us she was going to get changed. She 
hesitated for a moment, gave me a look, but picked up 
her suitcase, and went into the bedroom. 

Both Debbie and Lilith spoke at the same time, Debbie 
with Uncle! and Lilith with Albie!, and they both 
looked pointedly at the hallway door. Both wore a 
"Well?" look, and so I grinned, gave them a small bow, 
and went.

Tracy was in my bedroom, the case on the bed. She was 
looking at the bed, but she appeared to be looking 
into space, just standing there. Not knowing I was 
behind her, she reached down, and hugged my pillow. 
She started humming, and began to undress. I cleared 
my throat softly, and she gave a start, whirling 
around, her hands covering her breasts, which were now 
bare.

She wanted to know how long I had been there, and I 
told her, "Just arrived."

She dropped her hands with a jerky motion, looking for 
all the world like a skittish teenager. I walked up to 
her, putting my arms around her, and held her, 
stroking her back. She let me for a minute, then put 
her hands on my chest, then pushed away slightly, and 
looked me in the eye.

As she opened her mouth to speak, this time I put my 
finger on her lips to hush her, and thanked her, for 
coming into mine and Debbie's lives, for all the 
wonderful things she had done for us, for giving 
herself to me completely last night, and for just 
being her. She melted back into me, and put her arms 
around me, and held me back.

We stayed like that for a time, then this time she 
pushed me completely away, but gently, and told she 
was getting dressed, and I was welcome to watch if I 
wanted.

I wanted!

I sat on the bed, my feet up, ankles crossed. I 
watched her disrobe, and she exaggerated the dressing 
process, giving me a flash of boob here, a glimpse of 
pussy there. I loved the show, and thanked her for it. 
I told Tracy that if she ever wanted to watch a 
professional do a fashion show, to ask Debbie about it 
sometime. She looked at me, a blank look on her face, 
and I chuckled.

When she was fully dressed in an outfit of panties, 
jeans, bra, (bra and panties were silk, she told me!), 
and a purple cashmere sweater, she sat down next to 
me, took my face in her hands, and kissed me, slowly 
and deeply. Then she thanked me for a wonderful night, 
and thanked me for being me, and for accepting Lilith 
and herself into our lives.

Then she got up, caught a glimpse of herself in a 
mirror, and with an exaggerated look of horror, 
announced she looked like she could scare a corpse to 
death, and took a toilet bag with her into the 
bathroom. I followed her out, heading for the living 
room, and Tracy was standing in front of the mirror 
there, humming to herself and brushing her hair.

When she came back into the living room, she looked 
fantastic, "like a million dollars," I said, "more, 
actually," Lilith told me, giving me superior 
mysterious look. We haggled back and forth, me not 
even coming close to the right figure. I trumped her 
by saying Tracy looked "priceless!" Lilith threw up 
her hands in defeat.

Tracy by this time had sat down at the kitchen table, 
her elbow on the table, her chin in her hand, 
mimicking Debbie, who was doing the exact same thing, 
and she said, "You know what, Debbie? I could get used 
to being fought over!"

They looked at each other, and started laughing.

As always, all good things come to an end, and when it 
came time for the girls to depart, both of them cried, 
which set Debbie off, and yes, I admit it, I got misty 
as well. We went round and round, hugging each other 
over and over again, not willing to let the other go, 
until Tracy gently pushed Debbie into my arms, and 
smiled at us as we held each other. Time to go home, 
she said.

They promised to come over and visit again, but didn't 
say when, saying that it would be a surprise. Lilith 
jokingly told her mom that they should take a 
different route home, and try to lose the security 
team. "Like that's going to happen," she grumped.

***

Several more months went by, and suddenly, spring was 
here. The days were warmer, and the nights more 
tolerable, enough to let the windows be left open a 
lot longer. A few days after Tracy and Lilith went 
home, a car pulled into my driveway, and a staff 
member from the mansion had stopped by to drop off the 
clothes that Lilith had borrowed, they were cleaned 
and pressed, and when Debbie noticed that the bag was 
bigger and heavier than it should be, for so small an 
amount of clothing, she found more sets of clothing, 
assorted bras, panties, jeans and tops, plus a really 
expensive jacket, all from the more upmarket stores. 
There was even a full makeup case in there, Lilith 
obviously noticing such things, and telling her 
Mother.

Debbie went into shock, and flew to the telephone 
without asking first, (not that she needed to, but I 
didn't want to run the risk that Tracy would be in a 
meeting, or something), and immediately rang Tracy, 
and was put on to her, where she gushed out her 
thanks, and even I was hard put to make sense of what 
she was saying. But it seemed that Tracy understood 
what she was saying, and managed to calm her down, and 
accept her thanks.

Debbie and I didn't make love all the time, or fuck 
like rabbits from morning till midnight. We did make 
love on a semi-regular basis, both of us talking it 
out, and coming to an agreement that we would be 
intimate when she felt like it, or when it just 
happened spontaneously. She still wore tee shirt and 
panties during the evenings, or sometimes just 
panties. I didn't jump on her every time she did that, 
but I was conscious of her body, as it changed from 
young girl to young woman.

She still went to her friends places for sleepovers, 
and sometimes, she used some of her allowance to go to 
the mall, and just hang out with said friends. I 
wasn't jealous that other people were spending time 
with her or her with them. Far from it, she needed to 
get out, and expand her horizons. Strangely, she never 
went out on dates. I didn't know whether to be 
concerned, or relieved.

I didn't want to cage her spirit, and see it die. I 
would have walked in front of a speeding train before 
that happened. And no, I'm not being melodramatic 
here. I loved her too much for that to happen.

By the time early summer had rolled around, I was out 
on the back lawn reading, in jean shorts and tee 
shirt, and Debbie was spending time with her tree. I 
had just turned a page when Debbie came over to me, 
sat down, and plucked a blade of grass, then absently 
chewed on it.

I marked my page, set the book down, and waited for 
her to speak. She sat there, in her shirt and jean 
shorts, and hugged her arms around her knees. She was 
pensive, and I knew she wanted to ask me something.

She stared off into space, and then spoke.

"If it's all right with you, I'd like to ask one of my 
friends over for a sleepover."

I looked at her for a moment, and she turned her head, 
an inscrutable look on her face. I nodded.

"Sure you can. I've been wondering when and if you 
would."

"Thank you. Her name is Freya, like the Norse Goddess. 
She's a transfer, from another school, and she seemed 
so lonely, I just had to make friends with her."

Debbie turned to me, sat closer, and hugged me. I 
breathed in the fresh smell of her, and hugged her 
back. Then, she got up, went inside, and I could hear 
her muted voice talking on the phone.

***

Around five o'clock that evening, just as we were 
starting to get dinner started, an ugly brown sedan 
pulled into my driveway, and a man and a young woman 
got out. She walked to the house with her head down, 
clutching her bag to her chest, her hair covering her 
face, followed by the man, who looked like he wanted 
to kick somebody's ass real bad.

They came up to the door, and as I prepared to open 
it, with Debbie beside me, I heard him say, "And you 
just keep your sorry mouth shut, and don't say 
anything! I'll know if you do, and I'll make you real 
sorry! And you know it too, missy!"

Then I opened the door, and he turned to growl 
something, but when he saw that I was taller than him, 
with a few more muscles, he took one look at my face, 
saw the hard expression on it, and then he backed 
down. Typical asshole bully. Debbie stepped forward, 
took Freya by the arm, pulled her into the house, and 
stood behind me again. It was over in less time than 
it took to say it.

This guy put out his hand, and then smiled, which slid 
off his face when I didn't, and said, "Hi there! My 
name is Tom, Tom Blackson! Nice to meet you."

Albie Mortenson," I replied, taking his hand. It 
creeped me out having to hold it. "Thank you for 
letting Freya stay over with Debbie. She'll be fine, I 
assure you." 

Then I gave his hand an extra helping of grip, which 
made him blanch, and told him, "No harm will come to 
her. I don't let anyone harm my niece's friends."

I hoped he got the point.

***

As I shut the door, Freya was standing in the middle 
of the living room, looking lost, and a bit 
intimidated by me. Hell, I couldn't blame her, after 
what she just witnessed me doing. Debbie came up to 
me, and gave me a great big hug and a kiss on the 
cheek, and told me, "Thank you!"

I told her to get Freya's gear stowed away then we 
could relax and continue with getting dinner under 
way.

Debbie took Freya into her bedroom, heard her bed 
squeak as they sat on it, and they did what all young 
girls do, they started chatting about this and that, 
clothes, makeup, Boys, BOYS?, and a whole raft of 
other things, and pretty soon, they were laughing and 
having a whale of a time in there.

When dinner was ready, Debbie and Freya sat down, and 
Debbie surprised Freya by taking her hand, then mine 
as well, and gave a blessing over the food.

She had started that one night after talking to Tracy, 
and she'd asked Tracy if her Goddess would be mad if 
she did that.

Tracy had told her that no, indeed the Goddess would 
be pleased by her doing so, and when she asked me if 
it were ok to do so, I agreed, happy that she had 
finally found something to believe in. Tracy was 
surprised that Debbie had taken an interest, and 
actually began to encourage her, after making sure 
first that this wasn't a one-time thing. I won't go 
into the whole conversation she had with Tracy, 
because they were on the phone for over two hours, and 
Debbie was carrying on a three way conversation, with 
herself, me, and Tracy, until finally, I got up, and 
put the phone on speaker.

Tracy led her through several prayers to the Goddess, 
making her repeat them until she had them word for 
word. We were all wrung out by the end of the phone 
call.

After Debbie had finished giving the blessing, she 
carried on as usual, talking while filling her plate, 
involving us all in conversation. Freya just sat 
there, until Debbie looked at her, and said, "Come on, 
Freya, the food will get cold if you don't start 
eating!"

Freya said in a timid voice, looking down at her 
plate, "Papa says that I should always wait for the 
man of the house to start first, before we eat, and 
sometimes he makes me wait until he's finished."

Debbie had a hard look on her face, which matched 
mine. Her eyes started going dark. She looked to me, 
and I told Freya, "Freya, different house, different 
rules. If you're hungry, eat. If you're thirsty, 
drink. You will never be denied here. I can't speak 
for your Dad, for or against him, though I surely 
would, but I won't bad-mouth him, no matter my 
feelings toward him, and his rules."

I gave her an encouraging look, and softly told her, 
"You go on ahead and eat. As much as you can hold. And 
if you explode, I'll just clean up the mess, put you 
in a doggy bag, and give you back to your Dad. How 
about that?"

Freya just gaped, her eyes wide and her mouth open, 
and Debbie exploded into mirth. She pushed herself 
away from the table and laughed herself silly. Freya 
began to laugh as well, looking really pretty when she 
did so, while I sat there eating, an innocent look on 
my face as I chewed.

We managed to get through dinner without her 
exploding, but she sure stuffed herself!

***

In no time flat, they were the best of friends. Freya 
looked up to Debbie, and Debbie told me later that 
whenever Freya would talk about me, she would have a 
dreamy look on her face, and tell Debbie how lucky she 
was. Freya also couldn't get over how a 'popular' girl 
like Debbie would want someone like her to be her 
friend, so Debbie had to explain to her that she 
wasn't 'popular', she was just being herself, and if 
people liked her, great!, and if they didn't, well, 
too bad for them!

There were a clique of 'popular' girls at school, and 
had tried to headhunt Debbie to join them. But one 
day, before she'd made up her mind about joining them, 
she overheard one of these girls tormenting a younger 
girl, and then very soon the rest of the pack joined 
in. Debbie waded in, boots and all, and pretty soon, 
all six girls were either down and crying, or run away 
screaming.

One of the girls' fathers', on the board of trustees, 
and wealthy, tried to get Debbie suspended, and 
expelled for excessive brutality. But the faculty, 
knowing how Debbie felt about bullies, while not 
condoning her actions, supported her stand, and the 
decision was overturned.

Debbie became really popular after that. Soon, she had 
a whole group of girls under her wing, mainly made up 
of the geeks, the 'strange', and the unwanted. They 
collectively became known as "Debbie's Girls," and woe 
unto those who messed with them!

She became a surrogate Big Sister, and when Tracy 
found out about it, hearing rumours about her, in the 
circles she moved, began to take an interest in the 
goings-on at the school. Soon, it was the 'coolest 
thing' to hang out with Debbie.

Debbie helped the girls in her growing circle as much 
as she could, but sometimes, she would just want some 
alone-time, and when she did, most of them would 
understand and back off, but others didn't understand, 
and problems would arise.

Then somewhere along the line, she would have some of 
these girls come for sleepovers, the selected few, I 
suppose, and they became her 'Inner Circle." Freya was 
one of these. She was a willowy dark haired thirteen 
year old, nearly fourteen, like Debbie, with a really 
nice smile, an open personality, (when she was away 
from her father!), and she had a cute little figure, 
as I found out one night, not long after I had met 
her.

I didn't know she and Debbie were in the shower, and I 
had been in my den working on my computer. I needed to 
pee, really bad. They were in the process of beginning 
to dry off, and I walked in, scaring the crap out of 
Freya. She shrieked, tried to cover herself with a 
towel, but it slipped from her hands, and she stood 
there, vainly trying to cover her body. In the end, 
she hid behind Debbie, and cringed as low as she 
could, while Debbie stood there naked, her towel held 
out like wings, to give Freya something to hide 
behind.

From what I had seen, her breasts were rounded and 
full for a thirteen year old, slightly larger than 
Debbie's, with large dark-coloured nipples. She had a 
slim graceful waist, and nicely flared hips. Her pubic 
patch was dark and thick, and I caught a brief flash 
of her pussy lips, full and puffy.

She was an absolute doll! I stood there for maybe 
twenty seconds, gaping like a fool. Then my brain 
kicked in, and I started to tell Freya how sorry I 
was, how I really didn't know she was in there, 
yahdee, yahdee, yah. I made a complete tit out of 
myself. Finally Debbie just gave me a long-suffering 
look, and said, "Uncle, can you please leave the 
bathroom?"

I bolted. I hid in the den until they went to bed. I 
heard Debbie telling Freya over and over that yes, it 
was an accident, and no, I wasn't like that, and yes, 
everything was going to be fine. Yes, she'd talk to me 
about it, and no, it wasn't going to happen again. I 
was so proud of her, she always knew the right things 
to say, and she never lied. Not when it counted, like 
now, anyhow.

After she had settled Freya, who had had a big shock, 
(Freya ended up confiding to her that Freya's father 
would walk in unannounced while she was in the bath, 
and stare at her young body, leering at her, telling 
her in detail what he was going to do with her when 
'she was old enough'. I could have killed him), Debbie 
came into the den, and stood by my desk, and then sat 
in my lap. She sighed, and told me to knock first, 
okay, Uncle? Freya had just come to accept me, and 
then this happened. Debbie said she was going to have 
to do some serious damage control, and for me not to 
screw it up, okay?

I went to tell her it really was an accident, but she 
put her finger against my lips, and she told me she 
knew that I didn't do it on purpose. She then got up, 
hugged me, and went back into her room, shutting the 
door.

***

After a couple of times of Freya coming over, she 
discovered that I wasn't a 'man', for lack of another 
more descriptive word, like her father. We managed to 
sit down face to face, and talk it out, and when I 
exaggerated my full bladder at the time, and tried to 
make a joke out of it, she relented and forgave me. We 
were all happy, and then she did something out of 
character for her. She shyly walked up to me, put her 
arms around my waist, and hugged me! She held on for a 
few heartbeats, her head on my chest, and bemused, I 
hugged her back. Debbie sat on the couch, her eyebrows 
up, her mouth slightly open, and then her eyes 
softened, and she smiled, a big happy, Ohmigod! smile 
that lit up the room.

She'd noticed Debbie and I hugging, as it was 'our 
thing'. We were just close, and Freya would watch us 
during those times, and sigh, then look away. I took 
that to mean that there was no closeness in her 
family, because her mother had died during a home 
invasion when she was younger, when apparently, two 
men entered the home, tied up the father, then raped 
and beat the mother to death before ransacking the 
house, and fleeing. Strangely, Freya's father came off 
light, with little or no bruising, hardly a scratch.

The only reason Freya didn't suffer the same fate was 
the fact that she was at a friend's house up the 
street, so knowing nothing of her mother's fate, until 
police cars started to arrive, which woke up the whole 
neighbourhood.

After that, it was like I had two nieces in the house. 
Freya seemed desperate to make up for lost time. Her 
hand would linger at my shoulder if she stood by me 
while I was sitting down, or she'd have her arm around 
me if she was standing close, that sort of thing. I 
didn't feel it was sexual at all, I just figured that 
she was, yes, just making up for lost time.

Then Debbie's fourteenth birthday rolled around! The 
house was filled with young women, ranging in ages 
from thirteen to fifteen, and I was driven to 
distraction by how many there were, and so many 
different personalities! I was introduced to them all, 
and Freya stood by Debbie, helping her with the 
decorations, the party planning, and the preparation, 
and being her, Debbie's, go-between with the other 
girls. I found it fascinating that the other girls 
accepted Freya's role, because Freya seemed the quiet 
one. But I came to see that Debbie had chosen wisely. 
Freya let me catch glimpses of the steel under the shy 
mousy glove. I was beginning to like her more and 
more.

Then out of the blue, Tracy and Lilith turned up. We 
had known that they may not have made it for the 
party, because the two of them had made plans to go to 
Monte Carlo. So Debbie flew out the door and hugged 
them both, before they'd even gone two feet.

When Tracy and Lilith stepped into the door of the 
house, the entire place went quiet. There was an 
inrush of drawn breath. Both ladies were wearing 
clothes and shoes that didn't come off a mall rack, 
and the difference screamed out into the silence. The 
girls were in utter awe!

I think I even heard one or two awws, followed with a 
few, Wow!'s.

As Tracy stood there, one of the girls pushed her way 
through the others, to stand in front of Tracy. I 
recognised her. Her name was Brigid, and she too was 
one of the 'strange' that no-one wanted to befriend at 
school. She gravitated toward Debbie, moving around 
her constellation, before finally making up her mind, 
and making herself known, and now; she was one of 
Debbie's Besties.

Brigid was wearing a velvet dress that looked like 
someone had thrown a hand grenade at a rainbow, but, 
given her pixie complexion, and her dark orange hair, 
it suited her. She was wearing her usual two-inch 
pentagrams and lots of bangles, and sometimes I 
wondered if she couldn't make up her mind if she 
wanted to be a witch, or a gypsy.

Brigid stood in front of Tracy, silent and in absolute 
awe of the woman in front of her. She trembled, and 
her hands gripped the sides of her dress, and 
surprising everyone in the room, dipped her head, and 
said, "My Lady," and she hit the floor doing a deep 
full-skirt genuflection! It was done so perfectly, you 
would have thought she'd been practicing all her life 
for that one moment. Her forehead was on the floor, 
right in front of Tracy's shoes. Lilith looked 
stunned. So were Debbie, and the rest of them.

I looked at Tracy, and she was tapping her finger on 
her chin, her head cocked to one side, her eyes 
narrowed, deep in thought. Then she reached down, took 
Brigid by the arm, and then gently raised her to her 
feet. She touched the girls' face, softly, and said, 
"Attend me." Brigid never left her side that I saw the 
entire time they were in the house.

When it was time for the giving of presents, Debbie 
held court in the living room. I went first and 
presented her with a laptop, and all the accessories 
needed, and a computer, like mine, but a different 
model. Both computers were in pink, and Debbie threw 
her arms around me and kissed me soundly, much to 
everyone's enjoyment and laughter. A few wolf whistles 
and some ribald comments were thrown in for good 
measure.

I had bought her some clothes as well, and there were 
more wolf whistles and comments when the lingerie was 
exposed to everyone's eyes. I had thought she'd leave 
those for later, but she was in a present-opening 
mood!

I had noticed she was filling out nicely, and some of 
her underwear was starting to become too tight for 
her.

Almost every girl had got her something, and Debbie 
smiled and thanked each girl for the present. Some 
girls were embarrassed for not getting her anything, 
but she took their hands, and told them that it was 
fine, them just being there was present enough.

After the presents had been opened, and the wrappings 
cleared away, the girls sat around Debbie, and she 
went through them all again in more detail. Tracy 
suddenly remembered that she had got Debbie something, 
but in the excitement of coming over for the birthday 
party, had left them at home. So she pulled out her 
cellphone, spoke to someone, and then told Debbie that 
they were on their way. The girls stared at her, 
goggle-eyed.

About twenty minutes later, a black S.U.V pulled up, 
and Morgana got out, and all the girls crowded outside 
to watch in amazement as Morgana, dressed in her black 
military fatigues, looking tall and forbidding, and 
with her military-style buzz cut, started to unload 
the vehicle. There were at least a dozen presents, all 
wrapped up and looking expensive.

Morgana took these inside, then came back outside, and 
took Debbie's hands, wished her Happy Birthday, and 
apologised for not getting her anything. Debbie smiled 
a wide smile and told her she did. The hard-eyed woman 
looked at her, and frowned. Debbie said happily, that 
she had brought herself! Debbie threw her arms around 
the craggy older woman, and hugged her. Morgana looked 
uncomfortable, and flapped her arms around, but she 
had a big grin on her face.

***

Just then, Tom Blackson's car screeched to a halt in 
front of my yard. He leapt out of the car, charged up 
to us, and threw his finger out at Freya, and shouted, 
"You! Get in the damn car, NOW! We're going home!"

Everyone stood there in shock. His eyes were wild, he 
didn't seem drunk, but he did look stoned on 
something. As he charged up to us, Morgana was in his 
way, and with a mighty two-handed push against her 
back, sent her stumbling, yelling, "Get out of my way, 
asshole!" Freya and the other girls cringed away from 
him, and Debbie and I formed a solid wall against him, 
with both Tracy's and Lilith's hands beginning to 
raise, their eyes vicious. Debbie's eyes were dark and 
dangerous, and they flashed.

Morgana, by this time, had regained her balance after 
being taken by surprise, and rounded on him. Her hand 
stabbed out, gripped him by the throat, and one-
handed, she actually lifted him off his feet! She 
pulled him in close, so close that their noses were 
almost touching, and with her grey eyes glaring into 
his, growled through gritted teeth, "Who's the asshole 
now?"

He was holding on to her wrist with both hands, 
wriggling like a worm on a hook, gurgling, and he 
squeaked, "Me! Me, I'm the asshole!" His eyes were 
terrified, and right in front of everyone there, he 
peed himself. Morgana opened her fist, and he dropped 
to the ground, whimpering. Morgana looked down at this 
sorry excuse for a male, and with a dangerous voice, 
told him that Freya was staying, and that she, 
Morgana, would be taking her home later, personally, 
and he'd better behave himself around her from now on, 
because if he didn't!...!

He got the message, and bolted for his car. Morgana 
yelled out, "And sober the fuck up!"

The disgust we all felt for him was so thick, you 
could cut it with a knife. Poor Freya, embarrassed 
beyond belief for herself, and for the spectacle of 
watching her father humiliated in front of her 
friends, and their friends, collapsed onto the ground, 
mortified and wailing in her distress. Morgana went to 
her and was surprisingly gentle as she picked her up, 
and carried the crying girl inside.

There was a solid core of support for Freya that day. 
Everyone by now in Debbie's inner circle had heard how 
Tom Blackson treated his daughter, but although 
everyone there knew, no-one said a word about it to 
anyone not entitled to know. Different girls would go 
up to her to hug her, or murmur words of support, and 
with Tracy's permission, Morgana stayed by her side, 
and it was amazing to see this intimidating woman 
gently hold the girls hand, or put her arm around her 
shoulders, and look at her with concern and love.

Freya finally calmed down, and the mood lightened. No-
one had gone home, much to my surprise. They were a 
tight-knit group, and the love and support they had 
for each other astounded and impressed me. Debbie 
impressed us even more when she went up to Freya and 
told her to pick one of her presents, any one at all, 
and it was hers to keep. Freya stared at her in 
horror, saying she just couldn't, they belonged to 
Debbie, and that she had no right.

Debbie held her hand, led her to the pile of presents, 
and told Freya she had no choice, to go ahead and pick 
one. Trembling, Freya reached down, and picked up the 
smallest one. Debbie told her to open it, and when she 
did, she almost fainted, so big was the shock.

It was a twenty-four carat gold and diamond bracelet, 
so fine as to be almost unnoticeable, but the woman 
who wore it sure would! Freya just gasped out, "Oh, 
no, I couldn't, really!" But in her eyes there was a 
hunger for it, something she could never hope to have 
before now, was now nestled around her wrist. She kept 
twisting it this way and that, catching the light, 
watching the sparkles, and the girls crowded round 
her, oohing and ahhing, and congratulating her. Freya 
kept touching it, just to make sure she wasn't 
dreaming.

Tracy hugged Debbie, and told her she was very proud 
of her.

Although Morgana was a physically intimidating female 
warrior, she did have a small group of girls that 
stayed near her, and before long, they were engaged in 
conversation. Morgana gave them an edited version of 
her job description, and her history. She leaned 
forward, and so did the girls, she was talking to 
them, telling them stories from her past, and they 
were hanging on her every word, none of them ever 
having had contact with a woman like her, or even 
knowing such a one existed. Several expressed a desire 
to be like her. Morgana promised to train them 
personally, if she was given the permission of their 
parents, and her employer, nodding to Tracy. Tracy 
smiled her permission.

Tracy and I sat on the couch, apart slightly from the 
'Group', as they jokingly referred to themselves. We 
talked, swapping updates on our lives, and spent time 
getting to know each other again. That was fun. 
Especially when we made excuses to lean across each 
other, and make surreptitious grabs for intimate parts 
of our respective anatomies.

Debbie had to lean in and whisper, "Cut it out, you 
two, everyone is noticing!" We looked up guiltily, and 
sure enough, everyone was watching us, Morgana 
included, grinning, and there were a few blushes, 
myself and Tracy included.

So, as the so-called 'responsible' adults there, Tracy 
and I led Debbie to the kitchen table, and stood her 
before The Cake, which had been covered up before now. 
It was a traditional round sponge cake, tall, layered 
with stuff sweet enough to make your teeth hurt, and 
lots of berry flavoured cream filling, and little 
flowers all over it. But on the top, causing Debbie to 
gasp wide-eyed, was a miniature tree, almost an exact 
reproduction of the one outside, and her eyes watered, 
and she hugged Tracy and I really hard.

"Thank you!" she said, through her sobs of joy.

"Now all your friends are here," Tracy told her.

***

We all had a blast, pigging out on ice cream, jelly, 
cake, finger foods of all descriptions, and the sweets 
that crowded the table. There were sodas and cordials, 
in case anyone was thirsty. They were! The recycling 
bag quickly became full. Debbie went up to Freya, and 
asked her if she wanted to sleep over tonight?

Freya looked scared, and told her she liked to, but 
no, she was sure her Dad wouldn't let her, not after 
what had happened today. Morgana went to the phone, 
picked it up and gave it to Freya, and told her to 
dial her number. Trembling in trepidation, she did so. 
Morgana took the phone, and we could hear Tom 
Blackmore's voice bellow, "Freya, is that you? Get 
home now!"

Morgana growled into the phone, "Mr Blackmore, this is 
Morgana, Tracy Wickman's Chief of Security, the one 
you shoved. Freya is staying here with her friend 
Debbie tonight, and I'll pick her up tomorrow to bring 
her home. Do we have a problem with that arrangement?"

She listened for a moment, and said, "I thought not. 
You behave yourself, now, sir. Using that kind of 
language isn't polite. Goodbye." She rung off, and 
handed the phone back to the amazed young girl, who 
stood there with her mouth open. Morgana smiled, her 
face soft as she looked at her young charge for the 
day, and said, "Now that's sorted, I feel like more 
cake!" Then everyone began talking, and laughing, 
Freya's father forgotten.

In ones or twos, and a couple of threes, the teenaged 
girls slowly left during the late afternoon, thanking 
Debbie for a great day, and there were hugs and kisses 
given out in abundance. Morgana had stayed for another 
hour after the phone call to Tom Blackson, then she 
said she had to get back, or her team would become too 
lazy without her to chivvy them. She smiled as she 
said this, and with a big hug from Debbie, a goodbye 
to the girls, who crowded outside to see her off, and 
a handshake for me, she was gone.

Then, with the sun starting to inch its way toward the 
skyline, Tracy told me that she and Lilith had to head 
off, as she had a cross-country tele-conference she 
absolutely had to be there for, and I told her it was 
fine, that I would look forward to our next time 
together. Brigid had stayed close to Tracy all this 
time, being so attentive to her needs that just about 
everyone there had commented on it. But everyone there 
seemed to accept this strange turns of events, and 
just welcomed it for what it was.

The three women hugged and gave each other kisses, 
Tracy giving me an extra-special one, causing the 
three girls to giggle and "ooooh!" at us, and then 
they, too, were gone, leaving Freya, Debbie, and 
myself there. Brigid had left with Tracy, looking like 
she'd always belonged with her.

We stood on the lawn for a few minutes, and then the 
girls went inside to clean up. Freya insisted she 
help, and soon, with the three of us helping, it was 
all over with. I didn't like the idea of fixing 
dinner, so I opted for pizza instead, and both girls 
immediately began debating the merits of different 
toppings. I settled for my favourite, extra pepperoni, 
anchovies and capers, with added cheese. They made 
their choices, so I rung through, set a time for 
delivery, and we settled back to relax.

Debbie picked up one of her presents, one she had 
noticed Morgana being extra careful with. "Wow, this 
is heavy!" she said. So, frowning in concentration, 
she opened it. It was a magnum of French wine! And it 
was a vintage, the exact year she was born. She knelt 
there on the carpet, her mouth open, too stunned for 
words.

She stared at it for a moment. "How the hell am I 
going to drink all that in one go?" she muttered. Then 
she realised what she said, and we all started 
laughing.

***

Debbie then picked up the rest of the presents Tracy 
and Lilith had given her, and took them into her 
bedroom, explaining, "It's been a long day, I'll open 
them later."

Debbie and her friend went and had a shower, and they 
both returned wearing tee shirt and panties, Debbie 
telling me later that as Freya didn't have a change of 
clothes, she had lent her the outfit to wear, while 
her day clothes were in the wash, and that's when I 
noticed the washing machine going. Freya's nipples 
poked through her tee shirt, opting not to wear a bra 
as none of Debbie's would fit comfortably, but 
although I did give her a good look as she entered the 
living room, I pretended not to notice afterward.

The teen kept blushing, not knowing where to put 
herself, or how to sit. In the end, Debbie leant over 
to her and whispered to her to "relax, just be 
yourself!" They sat cross legged on the living room 
floor, their tee shirts pulled down and tucked under 
them. I don't know if they were conscious of it or 
not, but the front of their tee's kept pressing into 
their boobs, flattening them somewhat, making their 
erect nipples very noticeable, and I started to get a 
tingling in my groin, and had to fight down an 
erection.

I put the T.V on, and we watched something mindless, 
until the pizza's arrived. Both girls rushed to the 
door, grabbed the pizza's, and I paid the guy, a tall 
pimply gangly youth who kept staring at the girls as 
they scampered away from the door, his eyes glued to 
their jiggling, pert young butts.

Then he looked at me guiltily, but I just smiled, and 
quietly told him with a sigh, "Yeah, me too!"

He laughed, and left, no doubt fantasizing about them.

We ate our respective pizzas in companionable silence, 
the girls munching contentedly, and then, without 
warning, Freya burped. She blushed to her roots, 
slapped her hand over her mouth, and giggled. Debbie, 
who was sitting on the floor beside her, looked at 
her, and then with her hand on her stomach, gave an 
even longer one! Freya gasped, and stared at her, not 
believing what had just happened. I looked at them 
both from my lazyboy chair, gave them both a superior 
look and said, "Huh, what do you call that?," then I 
sat up, braced myself, and gave a deep rolling belch, 
and the two girls stared at me, Freya's eyes wide in 
shock, then they exploded into giggles, holding each 
other as they laughed.

When bedtime came around, the girls went in and used 
the bathroom first, then I went in after they had 
finished. I showered, with the door shut, of course, 
and did my end of day ablutions. When I retired to my 
room, and was turning down the blankets, I heard 
Debbie say to her friend, "I want to spend some time 
with my Uncle, okay? I'll be back shortly." I heard 
Freya murmur in assent, and then Debbie came in, 
closed the door not quite shut, and climbed into bed 
with me.

We lay in the darkened silence for a minute or two, 
and then she rolled over onto her back, and whispered, 
"I want to be with you tonight, but Freya's here, so 
we'll have to be quiet."

I asked her if she was sure, and she reached up to me, 
pulled my face down, and we kissed, just enjoying the 
moment. I reached for her breast, and as my hand 
closed over it, she arched her back, and moaned into 
my mouth. She began to flush as her arousal crept up 
on her. The nipple I was massaging went rock hard, and 
she began to tug at my shorts, and trying to lift her 
tee at the same time.

I lifted my hips, and she helped me off with my 
shorts, both of us trying to be quiet and careful so 
that her teenaged friend in the other room didn't hear 
us. She slipped her panties off, and I could smell her 
arousal. Debbie climbed onto me, and then reaching 
under herself, held my blood-filled member in her 
hand, gave it a couple of soft stokes, and then lined 
it up with her slick opening. She gritted her teeth, 
barely holding back a groan of pleasure, and she 
slowly, oh-so-slowly, lowered herself onto me, and I 
slid into her tight, very wet sheath.

Then Debbie sat up, impaling herself fully onto me. 
Our groins met, and our pubic hair meshed. She sat 
there, gasping so softly, and began to move ever so 
gently, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her 
clit into my pubic bone, and I lay there, with my 
hands caressing her thighs.

She whipped her tee shirt of over her head, and I 
gazed with love at her beautiful body, that was 
filling out, giving her frame a woman's touch. Her 
breasts swayed, and rocked side to side, then meeting 
in the middle to swing apart. She gave a small growl, 
her hips starting to move faster. She was very close 
to orgasm, and so she leaned into me, kissing me, her 
vaginal sheath starting to contract around my shaft.

***

Then my bedroom door opened, and Freya was standing 
there, framed in the light, her tee shirt transparent. 
Debbie went rigid and gasped, Freya did also, and she 
looked at us with shock on her face. "Oh my god," she 
whispered. I would have expected her to absolutely 
freak at seeing us caught in such a position, but she 
flushed, and started gasping like a stranded fish, but 
a very pretty one. Freya actually swayed toward us, as 
though pulled into the vortex of our coupling.

Debbie turned her head fully toward Freya, and they 
locked stares. Debbie held out her hand, and like a 
sleepwalker, Freya stepped toward her, and then they 
were holding hands, and then that lovely young girl 
took off her tee shirt, and slipped in beside us, 
looking amazed that she was doing this.

I was still hard, and then Debbie began moving again, 
still slowly, still locked in silent communication 
with the girl beside me. Debbie began to massage 
Freya's breast, tweaking her nipple, and Freya gasped, 
and arched her chest, forcing the breast into Debbie's 
hand and fingers.

Debbie leaned across me, and then the two girls were 
kissing, and then their hands were everywhere, running 
over each other, and then me as well. Debbie suddenly 
stiffened up, and her peak washed over her, and she 
groaned, then sighed as she came down from her high.

Then resting her weight on one knee, Debbie lifted 
herself off me, and I slipped from her in the process. 
She got me to shift over, and she lay on the bed where 
I had just been. My wet cock bobbed as I lay there, 
and although I was feeling disappointed at being 
denied, I lay there, curious to see what the girls 
were going to do.

They held each other, Debbie running her fingertips 
over Freya's breasts and torso. Debbie spoke to Freya 
then, her voice becoming deeper, more vibrant.

"My Uncle and I love each other very much," she 
explained to the girl, "and we have shared the joys of 
union between a man and a woman. I want you to make a 
choice, now. Do you want to experience what I have 
had, and be happy?"

She looked down at Freya, who laid there, her breasts 
rising and falling as she breathed. "We will never 
force you. You have our promise on that, and we never 
break our word. You have to make the choice, it is for 
you alone to decide whether you want to or not."

Debbie took a breath, and then their secret was 
shared.

"You and I have shared the love that two women can 
experience," she continued, shocking me. "Now you have 
the opportunity to do so with a man, a man who will 
treat you with love and respect."

Freya looked torn, as though wanting to very much, was 
being held back by something. She said, in a small 
voice, "But isn't it supposed to hurt? I heard it 
always hurts, the first time! I don't want to be hurt 
anymore!"

Tears came into her eyes then and she cried, and 
Debbie held her to her breasts, soothing her, 
whispering in her ear, giving this fragile young bird 
comfort.

When the wave of tears stopped, Freya looked up into 
Debbie's face and whispered, "Yes." She nodded at us. 
"Yes, I want to, I trust you both not to hurt me."

Debbie nodded, and then climbed over me, pushing me 
toward Freya. I lay there on my back, and then Debbie 
took me into her mouth, cleaning me off with her 
tongue, and getting me harder in the process. Freya 
went onto her side, facing us, and looked with wonder 
at what Debbie was doing. When I was all clean, Debbie 
got up, turned off her bedroom light, and turned on 
mine. Freya and I blinked in the sudden glare, then 
Debbie came back, and climbed into bed, on my free 
side.

Then she turned to me, and said, "Your turn."


-= Chapter Ten =-

I turned to Freya, and she looked at me with a little 
fear, and some trepidation. She held her hands 
together on her chest, her forearms covering her 
breasts and nipples. I stroked her face, feeling the 
texture of her skin. Debbie said, "Move!," and got me 
to move over to the other side of Freya, while she 
guided the girl to where I had been. We lay on each 
side of this skittish kitten, and then we glanced at 
each other, then we dipped our heads together, and 
took a nipple each into our mouths, and sucked. Freya 
put her arms up over her head, and groaned.

Her nipples were larger than Debbie's, but just as 
sensitive. As we licked and sucked at Freya's breasts, 
Debbie's hand had travelled down her body, and was 
lightly running her fingertips over the panty-covered 
mound. Debbie looked up at me, and told me: She likes 
this!" before returning to the nipple. I moved my hand 
down, and did the same. Debbie took her hand away, and 
left me to stroke the plump mons.

Then Debbie slid down her teenaged lover's body, 
kissing and nibbling at her skin, causing the girl to 
writhe and shudder. Then Debbie was between her legs, 
and she softly said, "Lift!" The girl lifted her hips, 
and the panties were slid away, and my fingertips were 
stroking through Freya's pubic hair. She gasped, and 
her hips began an unconscious rotating motion.

I dipped my finger through her hair, and then slid it 
over her clitoris and through her young, very wet 
lips. Her puffy young pussy clenched at me. She mewled 
with happiness, her hips jerking higher, trying to get 
more of my finger into her. Then her barriers came 
down, and Freya grabbed my hand in hers, and thrashed 
it over her clit. She was so wet, there were squishing 
sounds coming from between her thighs, which then 
became slick with her juices, and Freya humped my hand 
and contorted as a climax ripped through her frame.

The young girl lay there gasping, and I lay beside 
her, watching the rise and fall of her breasts, I 
marvelled anew at the shape of them, the dusky texture 
of her nipples, the goosepimples that rose on her skin 
as the cooler air of the night breeze through the 
window slightly chilled the sweat that gave her a 
slight sheen.

I leaned down, and kissed her, and she shyly raised a 
hand to my face, and kissed me back. Then Debbie was 
there, standing by the bed, and she told Freya to 
"Lift!," but more gently this time. As her hips came 
up, Debbie slid something under her, and I looked down 
to see a white silk sheet under her trembling butt.

Both Freya and I looked at Debbie, who told the 
virginal girl, "A family custom, so we don't stain the 
bed!" She glanced at me, and I nodded, smiled and 
said, "That's right, an ooold family custom!"

Debbie and I shared a smile, and then Freya asked if I 
was going to fuck her now.

I looked at her, shook my head, and told her, no, I 
wasn't. She gave me a confused look, and I told her, 
"I was going to make love to you now, big difference!"

"Oh goody," she quipped, "maybe we can fuck later, 
then!"

That, coming from a virginal young girl, definitely 
lightened the atmosphere. All three of us couldn't 
help but laugh.

***

I got up, and moved between Freya's legs. Suddenly, 
the shy scared girl was back, and Debbie moved to her, 
telling her it would be alright, but if she wanted to 
stop now, before we went any further, that was okay 
too, and we would. Freya looked at me, gulped, nodded, 
and said, "No, it's ok, go ahead."

Debbie moved to my side, dipped her head, and took me 
into her mouth, sucking me, licking all over the head 
of my glans, getting me hard and wet for her friend. 
Satisfied that I was ready, she dipped a finger in 
Freya's pussy, rubbed at her sex slowly and gently, 
and then she nodded, telling me that she was ready, 
too.

Debbie helped the girl to raise her legs, bending them 
at the knees, and I watched as her cleft opened, 
glistening with her secretions. Debbie put her hands 
between Freya's legs, and with her fingers on either 
side of her sex, parted them more for me. Debbie gave 
a low groan, and switched her own thighs back and 
forth slowly, and I could smell her arousal, mixing 
with the aroma that wafted up from Freya. My temples 
pounded, and the urge to slip into the virginal pussy 
before me was overpowering.

Debbie said to me, her voice husky with desire, 
"Slowly, take your time," and I leant forward resting 
the weight of my body on one arm, and with my other 
hand, directed my throbbing manhood toward my reward. 
I placed the tip at her entrance, and slid forward 
millimetre by millimetre, entering the young girl 
under me. When I felt the constriction of her hymen, I 
stopped, and Debbie, who by this time was massaging 
Freya's breasts, said to her, "We can do this fast or 
slow, your decision."

Freya looked up at me, desire now overriding her 
fears. She said to me, "Slow. Can you take it slow, 
please?"

I smiled, and assured her I would. My need to 
ejaculate was starting to make me uncomfortable, but 
this wasn't about me, it was for the trusting young 
(almost) woman below me.

I pushed a little bit further, and then I felt the 
head of my cock push through her barrier. She jumped, 
and gave a startled yelp. I stopped immediately, and 
asked her if she was okay. She had a look of wonder on 
her face, and she told us that it just felt like she'd 
been pinched inside her. Freya was breathing faster, 
her passion beginning to match my own.

I began to be conscious of a heartbeat. And it was 
mine, it was Debbie's and it was Freya's all bound up 
together. The heartbeat was all around us, in us, 
joining us all together, and then we all seemed to 
relax, and all the tension left the room.

I also began to feel the presence of another in the 
room, a loving maternal entity, one that seemed to 
smile at us in benediction, looking upon us and 
smiling with Love, and I had the strange urge to cry. 
Then, I noticed that there were indeed, tears in my 
eyes, and when I looked, Debbie and Freya had them 
too.

I turned my attention back to Freya, and she was 
jerking her hips up at me, as if trying to tell me to 
finish what we had started. I sank deeper, slowly, 
into her hot, tight, channel, and before I knew it, I 
had bottomed out. I lay on her for a moment, feeling 
her grip me, and then with Freya jerking her hips, I 
began to move in her. Slowly, like a wave in the 
ocean, we moved forward, and then we began to speed up 
and then we were crashing against each other, lost in 
passion, grunting, groaning, crying out, but who was 
doing what, I couldn't say, and we were making the bed 
thump against the wall like a hammer.

Freya had her eyes wide open, unseeing, and then she 
grabbed at my body, seized up, and began to ride her 
peak, the muscles of her young sex rippling on my 
shaft. She yelled, "OH MY GOD!" and thrashed under me 
in the throes of her orgasm. I followed immediately 
after, my seed bubbling like lava out of me, and into 
her.

We moved together, but more slowly, until we literally 
ground to a halt. I lay over her, my chest heaving, 
hers matching mine, and we struggled to bring our 
breathing under control. Then my arms couldn't support 
my weight any longer, so my now deflated penis slipped 
out of the young Woman-Child, and my spent seed 
following it, and I lifted my legs over hers, resting 
on the bed, and I lay down. And then I just held Freya 
in my arms. She snuggled up against me, the globes of 
her ass warm against my sore member, and then she 
slept beside me. Debbie came over to us, gently 
extricated the now blood and secretion-smeared sheet, 
and took it into her room.

***

Debbie came and sat behind me, then reached down, 
pulled the sheet and blankets back up and over us all, 
and cuddled against my back. She kissed my shoulder, 
and said, "Thank you. Freya had to know that there 
were decent men in the world, and not all of you are 
like her father. There's far too many like him, and 
men like you hardly ever get noticed."

I turned over to Debbie, and as I moved, Freya, still 
asleep, moved with me, until she had one knee crooked 
over my leg, and her head resting on my chest, her arm 
across my belly. She was smiling, and she looked so 
beautiful.

Debbie lay on the other side of me, her posture the 
mirror image of Freya's. I turned my head, and kissed 
her, our tongues meeting and playing with each other, 
and we stayed like that until my neck began to hurt. I 
broke the kiss, and put my head back down on the 
pillow.

I took a deep breath, and said, "And I want to thank 
You, too."

"That's not necessary," Debbie told me.

"Not you, my love," I said, "I want to thank Her."

Then Debbie was sitting over me, her hands on either 
side of my face, staring into my eyes, and She was 
smiling at me, and Her dark eyes were above me, 
penetrating me to my core, and the voice I'd come to 
know as Hers, said, "Now that wasn't very hard at all, 
was it? What took you so long?"

"Too mule-headed, I guess," I said with a chuckle.

"I have a gift for you," She said, "hold still!"

Then I felt lightning pour into my body, in a loud 
crackling roar, but there wasn't any pain, just 
tingling all over, and through, my body. I felt 
strength pour into me, my body feeling years younger, 
and I could, literally, feel those years melt away.

***

When I awoke the next morning, the girls were already 
up and getting breakfast on. I could hear them talking 
in the kitchen, and then Freya laughed at something 
Debbie said, so it didn't seem like she was feeling 
any guilt about what happened last night. I searched 
myself, and found to my surprise that I didn't feel 
any guilt either! If anything, there was a sense of 
pride, almost, at helping a young woman discover her 
sexuality.

Then their voices were coming closer, and two very 
naked nymphs came into the bedroom, and one of them 
handed me a coffee.

"Thank you, Freya," I said.

"You're welcome, Mister M!" she smiled.

"How are you feeling today?" was my next question, 
watching her closely. She smiled, and told me she felt 
great!

"Show-off," Debbie grumbled, then smiled at her to 
take the sting out of her words.

I took a sip, then put my coffee down. Freya sat on 
the bed, and put her arms around me and gave me a hug.

"Thank you for last night, and being gentle, and all," 
she told me.

I put my arms around her, and held her close, smelling 
the freshness of her, and she smelled of apples, the 
same aroma of Debbie's body wash.

"So, you two have already had a shower?" I asked.

Debbie was leaning up against the door-jamb, and 
smiled, and told me they had a very good shower this 
morning while I slept.

Freya giggled, and blushed, and told Debbie, "Shut up, 
will you? Sheesh!," but the grin on her face belied 
the words.

"Hmm," I mused, "that's getting to quite the popular 
saying around here!"

Freya gave me an inquiring look, so I threw my hands 
in the air, rolled my eyes, and said, "Sheesh!"

Freya snorted, and then dashed for the bathroom, 
giggling, her pert bottom rolling, where we heard her 
pee, her stream loud as it poured out of her. Then we 
heard her strangled voice say, "Oh, no! The door! 
Debbie, please, get the door!"

But Debbie and I just roared with laughter, and left 
her there, and within seconds, she was laughing as 
well, as her embarrassment faded away. I got up, and 
stripped the bed.

Debbie went into the kitchen, did something out there, 
and called to me to have a shower, as breakfast would 
be ready soon. Then, she told Freya to get dressed, 
her clothes from yesterday was still in the drier. 
Then she went into her bedroom, and got dressed 
herself, quickly.

As I was about to step into the shower, Freya was 
still pulling her clothes on, and I watched her for a 
moment, and my penis was hard in seconds. I felt like 
a prize bull, and wondered if that was because of what 
happened last night.

"Of course it is," She said, Her voice in my head.

I looked down at my rampant member, and thought to 
myself, "I could get used to this!"

I turned to get water on my back, and Freya turned 
around that exact moment, and her gaze locked onto my 
groin. She went rigid, but a slow flush crept up her 
neck, and she gasped, and almost unconsciously reached 
for it.

"Later!" She told me seriously, "You'll be needed 
today. Wait a little longer!"

I smiled, and turned away, but winked at Freya before 
I did so. She blushed, and smiled too, then left the 
bathroom.

While we were having breakfast, the phone rang. Debbie 
ran to get it, and we all thought it might be one of 
her friends from yesterday calling. She spoke to 
someone for a moment. Her face was happy before she 
picked up the phone, but she was serious when she came 
over and handed it to me. "It's Morgana," she told me.

Debbie went over and stood behind Freya, and leaned 
forward, and held her, her eyes filled with pain. 

"What is it?" Freya asked.

I put the phone to my ear, and Morgana spoke, asking 
if I were there.

I told her I was.

"Mr. Mortenson," Morgana began, "I'm afraid I have 
some bad news. I was listening to the police band 
radio, something I usually do, and I heard a report 
about a shooting last night. The name of the victim 
sounded familiar, so I called a friend in the 
Department, and she told me the details. I'm sorry to 
have to say this, but Freya's father was killed last 
night, shot to death. Apparently he was out buying 
meth when the deal went sour, and his body was found 
in an alley, not far from where a known drug dealer 
operates."

I sat there stunned, my gaze going to Freya, and she 
started to panic, seeing the hurt for her in my eyes.

Mr. Mortenson? Ms Wickman sends her condolences. She 
can't do anything to help at the moment, but she is 
apprised of the situation. She told me to tell you, 
that if you need anything, just call, and it's yours. 
I'm really sorry for the girls' loss; it really does 
break my heart to have to be the one to give you the 
news."

I thanked her, and asked her which people did I have 
to call, and knowing what to do, she gave me some 
numbers, and contact names. I wrote them down, my 
hands shaking.

We spoke for a bit longer, and then said our goodbyes, 
and then I sat there, staring at the phone. Freya was 
a bundle of frayed nerves, and I took her hands in 
mine, and softly and as gently as I could, told her 
the news.

She went into denial, then she screamed, and then she 
cried. It was a horrible time for us all, for her 
mostly. She was in Debbie's room, on her bed, crying, 
Debbie comforting her, when the police officers and 
Child Welfare arrived. I've chosen to forget most of 
that day. It was just too painful to remember. When 
they removed her from the house, she cried, and wanted 
Debbie to go with her, and then she wanted to stay. 
But they took her anyway, saying that she was needed 
to identify the body, and then she'd be put into 
Welfare custody.

As soon as she could, Tracy stepped in. She had her 
team of lawyers go into overdrive, and next thing you 
know, a few days after that, I had a call from Child 
Welfare asking me if I was prepared to have Freya as 
her full-time care-giver.

The lady I spoke to told me it was an unusual case she 
had been given. She'd looked into my record, and found 
out about me taking Debbie on, and she told me that it 
was usual for either family members to take the child, 
or for them to be put into care. But she told me, when 
she approached Freya's distant relations about taking 
her, they didn't want to know. They were quite rude 
about it, she said.

The Welfare officer told me I had been 'highly' 
recommended, and she was in the dark as to what that 
meant, but, was I willing to take the child on? Did I 
have any objections?

I asked her, "What does Freya want?," and she told me 
that when Freya was asked if she wanted to come and 
live with Debbie and I, she had immediately packed her 
things, and spent nearly all her time waiting at the 
door of the shelter. She wouldn't do anything, or talk 
to anybody. She just sat there, staring off into 
space. They were getting quite worried about her, she 
said.

So, I told her that, if that was the case, then yes, I 
would take her in, no question about it. She told me 
to come in when I was ready, as the paperwork need to 
be signed to make it legal.

***

When Debbie came home from school that day, I was 
sitting at the kitchen table. Debbie put her school 
bag on the couch, and when she saw me sitting there at 
the table, she came and put her arms around me, and 
didn't say anything. She missed her friend, and 
worried for her.

So, I sat Debbie down, and took her hands, and told 
that there was going to be some changes around the 
house from now on, and she'd have to be strong. She 
began to look upset, and asked me what was wrong. I 
put my head down, and told her that her room was too 
small, she needed more space, and that the den was way 
too big for me, and I was going to move my den into 
her old room.

"What?" she exploded. "I'm not going to do that! I'm 
staying right where I am, thank you very much!"

I let her go, because she was magnificent! She ranted 
and raved, waved accusations under my nose, and really 
told me what she thought of me! Then, when she stopped 
to take a breath, I told her that her room was too 
small for two beds. She went to say something, then 
shut her mouth with a snap.

"Two beds?" she asked, "Who?"

Then she began to think about it, and then Debbie's 
face lit up, and she squealed and threw her arms 
around me and climbed into my lap while she was 
kissing my face. I called out and said, "You can come 
in now!"

Freya walked in and smiled shyly. Debbie whooped, and 
ran squealing to wrap her friend into her arms, and 
then we all were hugging and kissing, the girls were 
jumping up and down, and the two girls wept buckets in 
their happiness.

***

Freya quickly settled in, and the two girls became 
sisters overnight. They were always doing things 
together, and as the weeks progressed, there were more 
sleepovers to go to, more to have, now that she had a 
bigger room, birthday parties to go to, and shopping 
expeditions to the mall, or just to hang out. Life 
settled down eventually.

I took Freya to her old house, and together with her, 
we went through the place, taking what she wanted, and 
leaving the rest behind. I was saddened that there 
really wasn't that much inside. The place was a dump. 
Freya told us that she had tried her best, but her Dad 
was a meth addict, and nothing lasted before it was 
sold for more of the drug.

Debbie was crying and Freya was weeping when we left. 
As we were getting into the car, we noticed a couple 
of addicts break in for what was left, amazing me that 
they hadn't already.

I dismantled my oak bookcase, and had to trim it some, 
but I got it set up, and I really didn't need all 
those books. I went through them, and donated most of 
them to charity, passing along the cardboard boxes 
filled with Debbie's old stuff.

She refused to look at them.

***

Tracy and Lilith came over every now and then, and 
sometimes, when the mood was right, they'd stay the 
night, and Tracy and I would make love, sometimes 
slowly, sometimes we were almost feral with each 
other. We'd lie there panting and gasping, and on the 
odd occasion, the girls would come in afterward, sit 
on the bed, and we'd stay up for hours talking. I'd 
also have my times with either of the girls, and it 
was the same deal I had with Debbie that I had with 
Freya. We were only intimate when she wanted it to be 
so, or when it was spontaneous. It was a good 
arrangement.

Tracy convinced me to invest in a company that looked 
up and coming, and no, I'm not telling you which one. 
I made a deal, that when the interest from the 
investment came in, to channel it straight back into 
shares, and I sat back and let the amount from the 
dividends build up. Last time I looked, I had over a 
quarter of a mil in the bank.

Someone sure loves me!

Wink, wink.


-= Chapter Eleven =-

Tracy called me one night, and explained to me that 
there was an initiation at the Temple where she was 
High Priestess coming up. She asked me straight out if 
I was willing to help her with the process. I gave my 
tentative approval, and asked if she could give me any 
more details as to what was involved. Tracy told me 
that she'd have to talk with me face-to-face about it, 
and would Saturday night be fine?

I assured her it was, and that we all would be glad to 
see her. She told me, "that by the way, she would be 
bringing Lilith and Brigid with her," and was that ok? 
I assured her again that it was fine, and we'd see 
them then.

When I had put the phone down, I let the girls know 
that Tracy and the girls, Brigid included, were coming 
over Saturday, and that Tracy had wanted to talk to me 
about something, they went into Deeply Curious Mode. 
They bugged me for details, but I couldn't give them 
any, apart from what Tracy had told me.

There was an air of excitement in the house for the 
next few days, and finally, Saturday rolled around.

***

We had just finished watching the movie, Titanic, with 
Leo DiCaprio, one that Freya had said she'd never 
seen, as her father had sold the DVD for drugs, and 
both the girls had cried, and I went a little misty 
because of that, and we were just cleaning out the 
bowls that had been full to the brim with popcorn, and 
putting the soda pop cans in the recycling bin, when 
there was a 'taptaptap' at the door, and then Tracy 
and the two girls swept in.

The usual round of hugs and kisses later, with Brigid 
being shy and a little stand-offish, but not in a 
superior way, and then she had blushed a deep red when 
my two girls wrapped her in a big hug and towed her 
into my arms. She stood there, a little rigid, mashed 
up against me, until Freya got exasperated, and 
literally had to yank her arms around my body, and 
told her peevishly, "Oh, just hug him already! He's 
not going to bite you! Well, at least, not unless you 
ask him to!"

We all smiled and chuckled, and Brigid gave me a 
tentative squeeze, before letting go, and stepping 
back. I looked at her and said, "There, that wasn't so 
bad, was it?"

She looked up into my eyes, and I could see a little-
girl shyness there, and a whole lot of awe. My brows 
furrowed a little, and I wondered, what she had to be 
in awe of me for?

When she had left with Tracy, Brigid's hair had been a 
dark orange, with black roots showing, but now, she 
had replaced that with a full head of black hair, and 
it hung loosely down her back, and as Tracy saw me 
looking at her, told me that that was her natural 
colour. I noticed too, that her pentagrams and bangles 
were gone, as well.

Tracy told me that she had convinced the girl to 
discard her crutches, and my eyes immediate dropped to 
her legs. Lilith smiled, and held my hand, and told 
me, "not those kind of crutches!," and then she 
explained that Brigid had had a lot of metaphysical 
garbage and deep-seated emotional attitudes that she 
had to get rid of, and together, her mother, Tracy, 
and the Temple had given her a complete makeover, 
inside and out. I remember how defensive she'd been 
when she had been introduced to me, and now, that same 
girl was a whole different person.

When she'd stood in front of me the first time when 
Debbie had introduced me to her as her Uncle, and I'd 
noticed what she was wearing, Brigid had given me a 
"What you going to do about it?" glare, and she had 
been ready for a fight. She had been wearing her 
clothing choices as a defensive strategy, her way of 
rebelling against a world that she had considered cold 
and empty of love. Other girls at school, the 'popular 
ones', and their flunkies, used to tease her 
mercilessly, Debbie had told me, calling her, "Frigid 
Brigid," among other things.

So that day at the birthday party, I had smiled at 
her, and told her the dress she was wearing looked 
nice, really looked good on her, and she went blank 
for a moment, unsure of her response to that. In the 
end, she had stepped back, and melted into the crowd 
of girls.

Now, a beautiful, more self-assured young woman stood 
before me, and she began to slightly sway toward me, 
as if a breeze that only she could feel was pushing 
into her back. Brigid's eyes were still locked onto 
mine. Tracy broke the spell she was under by asking 
Brigid if she'd go and put the kettle on, please? 
Brigid bobbed a curtsey, and flew into the kitchen, 
only to stand there in confusion, not knowing where 
everything was.

The other three girls followed her in, and soon, they 
were all chatting away in there, getting the cups 
ready, while Tracy and I took a seat. Debbie called 
out, and asked what we were having? And so we decided 
on hot chocolate drinks, then everybody had to have 
hot chocolate drinks as well!

Tracy and I held court on the couch, and she had taken 
off her shoes, massaging her feet a little, then 
Brigid came over, went down on her knees in front of 
her, and gave them a proper massage. Tracy and Lilith 
looked like it was the most natural thing in the world 
to happen, and let her. My girls and I just watched 
her, with curious looks, watching how the girls' hands 
rolled and stroked Tracy's feet. Then Tracy thanked 
her, and Brigid helped her to tuck her feet under her, 
and then Tracy leaned into me, and snuggled in.

I held her automatically, and Brigid had a look of 
longing on her face, but masked it when my eyes met 
hers.

The girls all ranged themselves in a fan around us, 
sitting or lying on the floor. We chatted for a while, 
sipping our drinks, and becoming more comfortable. 
Finally the time was right, and Tracy sat up, shifted 
position to the end of the couch so that she could 
look at me properly, and began speaking.

***

"As I had mentioned on the phone, Albie," she began, 
"we are having an initiation ceremony soon at the 
Temple where I am officiating as High Priestess. My 
duties there are really quite limited, as I have a 
more than adequate staff to help me, but initiations 
of young women entering the priestess-hood are one of 
the more important functions I absolutely have to 
attend."

She looked at Brigid, and asked her to "stand, 
please." She was on her feet in a moment. Tracy gazed 
at her a moment, and then turned back to me, leaving 
the girl standing there. Brigid didn't seem to mind, 
and as I looked at her for a moment, there was a 
slight smile tugging at the edges of her mouth as she 
kept looking me in the eye, and she stood straighter, 
and pulled her shoulders back slightly, making her 
breasts strain against the material of her bodice. 
Before my eyes, her nipples began to harden.

"This may be easier than I thought," Tracy murmured 
into her cup as she took another sip of her drink.

"Normally, when a neophyte is initiated, there are 
certain conditions that have to be met. It is 
preferred that she be a virgin, in body, but in 
today's society, and moral conduct, that is not the 
case for most young girls, who are pressured from an 
early age to have sex, or perform sexual acts that 
cause them to lose their virginity."

Freya opened her mouth to speak, and Tracy held up her 
hand and stalled her.

"I know, my dear, what you were going to say, and I do 
understand that you were not pressured into giving up 
your virginity, and that you did what you did through 
your own Choice."

Freya opened her eyes wide, and looked at me, so I 
shrugged my shoulders, and I told her that I hadn't 
said anything to Tracy, or to anyone, and that Tracy 
had her own ways of knowing certain things.

Debbie confirmed it also.

Tracy looked kindly at the confused girl, and agreed 
with what I had said. "The Goddess is all around us, 
my dear," she told her. "She resides mainly, but not 
exclusively, in women, because She is more comfortable 
there. She is everywhere, and nowhere. She makes the 
rain to fall, on the just and the unjust alike, and 
causes the winds to blow where it wills. She talks to 
everyone, and tells those of Her 'Chosen Few' the 
secrets that are hidden from sight."

Tracy took a sip of her drink, and said to Freya, "I 
am just one of those Few."

Freya had sat up by now, and had her legs tucked under 
her. "Oh, crap!" she murmured, looking shocked.

Tracy just laughed, and told her that the Goddess 
hadn't told her everything about her, because, she 
said, "every girl needs her secrets!"

We all laughed at that, the atmosphere lightening.

All this time, Brigid had stood there quite calmly, 
not saying a word, seemingly content not to move a 
muscle until Tracy told her to move.

Tracy reached out her hand, and Freya moved up to her, 
and took it with her right. The beautiful powerful 
woman sitting on my couch gazed into the eyes of the 
young woman before her, and said, "The Goddess was 
with you all that night. Didn't you feel Her 
heartbeat? Didn't you feel the tears of joy She shed 
for you? You were honouring Her, She loved you for it, 
and she gave you all a blessing for the Act of 
Creation you performed."

Freya turned white, and put her left hand on her 
belly.

"No, my dear," Tracy said in a compassionate voice, 
"not that! The blessing was bestowed in another 
direction."

***

Tracy went to put the cup back up to her lips, looked 
into it, and asked if one of the girls could make her 
another one, please. Brigid went to move, and Tracy 
told her, "No, stay please." The young woman bobbed a 
small curtsey, and stayed where she was. Debbie got 
up, and took the cup, and shortly, she was back, and 
sat on the floor again.

"Virginity is preferred," she continued, "because the 
blood and seminal fluid discharged during that part of 
the ceremony are a powerful witness to the neophyte's 
dedication to service. The vows are not irrevocable, 
however. A woman may choose to leave the Temple, 
because of wanting marriage or children, or because of 
many and varied choices."

"Sometimes," she said, "the girl or woman is an 
adherent of Sappho, a Lesbian, girls, and the part of 
the male who plays the God is taken by another woman, 
usually one of those with the same leanings."

"Morgana has taken that role, many times, although, 
like the Goddess, not exclusively, using a mock 
phallus, a 'dildo', if you will, that has been shaped 
and modified to ejaculate at the moment of climax for 
the woman. It is the choice of the woman as to whom 
she wants to play the part of the God."

"As you have probably guessed, Brigid here is the 
neophyte who will be initiated in the upcoming 
ceremony. She has confirmed her wishes to us, and 
before the Temple, and has given her oaths before the 
Goddess, that she wishes to do so under her own free 
will, and pledges herself to the service of Our Lady."

Brigid now smiled openly, a proud stance in her 
carriage. There was an almost-dare in her eyes for us 
to refute what Tracy was saying, and the choice she 
had made. The three other girls beamed at her, and 
both Tracy and I smiled at her. Brigid was the centre 
of attention at last, and she revelled in it, if only 
for this moment.

"That brings us to what I am about to ask you, Albie."

Brigid's face flamed now, and she dropped her eyes, 
although her chin was still up.

"Brigid has chosen you to be the one to play the part 
of the God."

***

There was stunned silence at that announcement. Debbie 
and Freya looked at Tracy, then up at Brigid, who was 
still blushing furiously and looked like she wanted to 
bolt, but she had steeled herself to stay exactly 
where she was. The girls sat there with their mouths 
open. Lilith watched them and grinned at their 
reactions.

I sat there, too flabbergasted for words. My mouth 
hung open idiotically. I shut it, and sat up 
straighter, to cover my surprise. I didn't know this 
young woman standing in my living room very well, as I 
had only met her for a short time at the birthday 
party. I actually started to think of a dozen reasons 
why I should decline, but every reason seemed foolish, 
for some reason. Somehow, I knew I had to say yes, 
because this seemed very important to the young woman. 
She looked at me, and an unspoken plea for acceptance 
was in her eyes.

"I would be honoured," I finally managed to say. "But 
I would like to ask Brigid herself, if I may, why? Why 
me? I don't think she's said two words to me in the 
short time I've known her!"

Tracy took a sip of her drink, and said softly, "Speak 
Brigid. Answer him."

She stood there, her mouth working to frame the words 
that would make me understand, to accept her, to 
explain her choice. She raised a hand out to me, as if 
to reach out and draw me to her, then put it back to 
her side.

She sighed, and said, "Because! Because Debbie and 
Freya say only nice things about you to us at school! 
They're always comparing you to other men; no-one else 
is good enough for them!"

"I watched you that day, at the birthday party! You're 
not like other men! You didn't ogle us or undress us 
with your eyes! You didn't grope us or fondle us! You 
talked to us! You listened! You are, you are, oh, I 
don't know! You stood up for Freya, when you could 
have turned your back on her!"

Her eyes began to mist over, and then she was crying. 
Debbie went to go to her, but Tracy gently waved her 
down, silently telling her to sit. Brigid had to do 
this on her own.

Brigid stopped crying, snuffling to clear her nose. 
She wiped the tears from her eyes on her sleeve, and 
continued. "You love them," she said, and she waved 
her hand at Debbie and Freya, who by now were misty-
eyed themselves, looking up at her. "We all saw it 
that day. You were tender, kind, and you treated them, 
and us, with respect. A few of us sooo wished you were 
our Dad, or our Uncle, too." She broke her discipline 
and came to kneel at my feet.

"Please, Mr. Mortenson," she pleaded, looking up at 
me, "please do this for me! I don't think anyone else 
would be good enough, but you!"

She rose to her feet, and went back to where she was 
standing before. Tracy looked at her, with unshed 
tears in her eyes, and softly bade her sit. Brigid did 
so, hanging her head, and then the three other girls 
gathered around her and held her, wrapping her in an 
embrace that radiated their love for her, the tears 
starting all over again, all four of them sobbing 
softly.

***

When we all had got ourselves back under control, 
Tracy loosened her constrictions on Brigid, and told 
her she could relax now, as the hardest part was over. 
Then Tracy dropped another bombshell on us. She began 
explaining that the neophyte and the one chosen by her 
had to spend a night together, to explore each other's 
bodies, to become comfortable with each other, so that 
both were at ease with each other on the night of the 
ceremony.

The only conditions were that we could do anything 
sexual we wished with each other, oral sex, anal if we 
chose, but no penetration of the neophyte's body, 
meaning her vagina. She was quite adamant about that. 
The other condition was that the neophyte would choose 
a chaperone to accompany her, so that if the male 
could not control himself, then he had another option 
available to him, and he could spend himself into the 
chaperone's body instead.

"Well, that leaves me out!" Lilith grumped. We all 
looked at her, and she said, "Didn't you know? I'm 
still a virgin, too! I'm waiting until my initiation 
before going that far!"

She cackled at having one up on us, and that broke the 
spell and we all began to laugh with her and Debbie 
shook her head, and said, "The things I don't know 
about you!"

With the options of Tracy, Debbie, and Freya there, we 
still gave the choice to Brigid. She explained that, 
apart from all of us there, she didn't know of anyone 
else she knew she could trust to know about this. Then 
Freya piped up, and asked if they were going to draw 
straws, or what? Freya was looking at me, and I could 
tell from the signals her body was giving, that she 
was really hoping she would get chosen!

Brigid looked to Tracy, her High Priestess, for 
guidance, but Tracy told her with a shake of her head 
"that it was her choice alone, and she had to make 
it." They weren't friends, exactly, and I was hard-put 
to place a definition on their relationship. Mistress 
and slave didn't seem to fit. I would have to ask 
Tracy, I decided. This was too much for me!

Brigid looked at Freya, and we could see her heart in 
her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, pleading 
silently for forgiveness. Freya looked disappointed, 
but hugged her friend anyway, forgiving her. Brigid 
then turned to Debbie, took her hand, and asked her, 
"Will you be the one? Will you be my chaperone?"

Debbie embraced Brigid, her eyes tearing up again. 
"Yes, yes I would! Thank you!"

Reaching over to Freya, Debbie kissed her on the lips, 
and asked her, "Are you ok with this? Are you mad at 
me?"

Freya reached for Debbie, touched her face with her 
fingertips, and told my lovely niece that she was ok 
with this, a bit disappointed, maybe, but she was 
fine, really!

"Freya," Tracy spoke, "if you want to, you could spend 
time with Lilith and I. We promise you won't be 
disappointed!"

Freya's jaw dropped open at this invitation, and even 
Brigid's face was blank from shock, and Lilith smiled 
at Freya, a slow sensual smile that certainly got me 
interested!

Both women were looking at Freya, waiting for her 
answer. Then her body answered for her. Her nipples 
erected, and pushed out through her bra and shirt.

"I'll take that as a yes" Lilith said.

***

I was sitting on the couch watching Freya blush. She 
looked so pretty when she did that. I was still 
marvelling at how this girl had come so far and had 
blossomed, in such a short time.

Then, Tracy stood up, and began unbuttoning her 
blouse. She looked at Brigid, who immediately stood, 
and told her to disrobe, and prepare for a shower. 
Brigid went to go through the hallway door, but Tracy 
called her back, and told her to disrobe here in the 
living room. Brigid blushed very prettily, and Tracy 
turned to me and told me to do the same. I complied.

"Tonight is as good as any," she said, "for you two to 
get to know each other!

Well, girls," she joked, "are we the only ones getting 
naked?"

There was a smattering of laughter, and suddenly 
clothes were flying all over the place, and a game of 
grab-ass was being played, all of us participating, 
amid squeals and giggles as my manhood and butt was 
groped and fondled. Brigid was shy, and started to 
cover herself, but shrieking with laughter, the other 
three girls would pull her hands away, and as the shy 
kitten looked at me, she noticed the admiring looks I 
was giving her, and she began to unconsciously pose 
her lovely body for me.

Debbie, Brigid and I squeezed into the shower, Brigid 
a little surprised, and then we were running our hands 
all over each other, soaping our bodies, and my hands 
explored their bodies, Brigid's especially, her full 
breasts not quite heavy but beautifully rounded and 
soft in my hand, playing with her hard nipples. She 
had a light covering of black pubic hair defining her 
pussy lips, and she had the cutest ass! We had fun 
doing a very interesting dance, trying to get wet, and 
bathe at the same time.

Then as we left the shower, and began to dry off, 
Tracy and the other two girls stepped under the water, 
and we watched them lather each other, and I was hard 
almost instantly watching Lilith soap her mother's 
breasts, then running her hands over her pubis, 
slipping a finger between her legs, causing Tracy to 
suck in a breath, and widen her eyes. Tracy groaned, 
and promised to return the favour.

Brigid stood goggle-eyed at this display, but Debbie 
dried her off, and instead of going into my room, she 
led us to hers, all three of us still naked.

I had brought the two girls brand new beds, a pair of 
Queens, "for my pair of Queens," I had joked at the 
time. They loved those beds, and on the occasional 
time when I'd have reason to go into their bedroom, 
I'd notice one bed or another was slept in, and the 
other was still made.

I said nothing about it, why should I? I was happy for 
them!


-= Chapter Twelve =-

We lay in the bed, relaxing and getting used to each 
other's presence. I lay on the left of Brigid, and 
Debbie on her right. We were all naked, and I could 
feel the heat emanating from Brigid's body. Those 
other girls were wrong. She wasn't frigid at all. Both 
of us were slowly running our hands and fingertips in 
gentle circles on the prone girl's body, and pubic 
mound, causing her to occasionally shiver in delight, 
especially when the fingertips would cross over an 
erect nipple, or her clitoral hood.

Brigid stroked the side of Debbie's breast with a 
finger, and spoke. "Debbie, she said, "can I ask you a 
question?"

Debbie stilled what her own hand was doing, being busy 
in Brigid's aroused young pussy, her odour sweet and 
intoxicating, and went up on elbow to look at her 
friend.

"Sure, sweetie, what is it?" she said, moving her hand 
again.

"If I'm not being personal, why do you love your Uncle 
so much? I see the way you look at him, and it seems a 
little weird, you know? I know how close you two are, 
and all, but what's the reason?"

Debbie gave her a long look, silent for a few 
heartbeats.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I don't mean to pry, I'm just 
curious, is all."

Debbie hugged her friend for a moment. Then she sat 
cross-legged on the bed, the blankets falling back, 
her breasts swaying, and she flipped her hair over her 
shoulder. She was completely unconscious of her naked 
body, and she looked magnificent!

***

"To answer your question," she told the girl, who by 
this time was laying on her side, snuggled against me, 
giving her buttocks little twitches against my semi-
hard member, watching her, "I'll tell you a little 
story."

"I remember when I was about six, and Momma had taken 
me to visit my grandma. All the adults were always 
busy doing this and that, ignoring me when I tried to 
talk to them. They just didn't want to talk to an 
'annoying little brat', as I heard them talk about me, 
and my brothers were too old to have me tagging along 
with them."

Her eyes clouded with remembered pain for a moment. 
Brigid placed her hand on Debbie's knee, and Debbie 
smiled.

"I was in the living room all by myself, and I was 
drawing pictures, having brought my crayons with me. 
Momma had dumped me in there, out of sight, out of 
mind, I guess, and the picture was so pretty, I wanted 
to show it to someone."

"I went through the house, trying to show someone, 
anyone, my picture, but no-one wanted to look at it. 
They'd push it away, and tell me to go away."

A tear made a silent track down her cheek.

"Then I heard Uncle Albie's voice out on the porch. I 
didn't hear him arrive, and he'd always talked to me 
before, so I went outside, to see if he wanted to look 
at my picture. He was so big!" She chuckled, gazing 
down at me. I smiled back at her. "Well, he was big to 
a six year old!"

The memory returned to me, so clear, and I nodded.

"I went up to him, and went to hand him the picture, 
asked him if he wanted to see it, afraid that he'd say 
no, and as he was about to take it, my Momma told me 
to go away, and stop bothering the adults"

"Uncle took the picture in his big hand, turned to her 
and told her it was okay, he had time." She sighed.

"He had time."

She gazed into space, remembering the child she'd 
been. "I've always remembered those words. They were 
burned into my heart that day."

She turned to me, and another tear slid down her 
cheek.

"You had time for a lonely little six year old girl. 
You picked me up, and sat me on your lap, and then you 
talked to me as though we were the only two people 
there, asking me about the picture, what it meant, and 
what it was about, who were the characters in it, to 
tell you the story behind it, and that picture became 
my whole world."

Debbie got off the bed, and went to her set of 
drawers. Dropping to one knee, she pulled the bottom 
drawer out, and sandwiched between two pieces of 
cardboard, buried under her clothes at the bottom, she 
extracted a faded crayon drawing. She passed it to us, 
being very gentle with it. It had a sun, some bees, 
grass, flowers, a house in the background, and the 
girl in it was little more than a stick figure, but 
she had a big smile on her face. It was yellow and 
water-stained.

"This is why I fell in love with him."

A tear slid down Brigid's face, and it dropped onto 
the picture. She was horrified, but Debbie laughed, 
saying it was okay, that many tears had fallen on that 
picture over the years.

Brigid passed it reverently back to Debbie, and she 
got up, and put it back, taking a moment before she 
closed the drawer.

She came back to the bed, and sat cross-legged on it 
again. She looked at me, and said, "I remember one 
day, it was a sports day, and I think I was about 
nine, and I was skinny, and plain-looking, and the 
school was crowded with people. I was in a foot race, 
and I was feeling depressed, and lagged behind all the 
other girls. I wasn't trying, I just wanted it to be 
over, and then I heard a voice calling my name."

She smiled then, her face soft as she gazed at me, her 
voice husky. "I looked around," she continued, "and I 
saw Uncle Albie standing there on the sideline. He was 
jumping up and down, yelling and urging me on! I was 
sooo embarrassed! But, suddenly, I was running faster, 
and by the time we were near the finish line, I had 
caught up to the other girls. I came last. Uncle Albie 
came up to me afterward, and picked me up, hugged me, 
and made a fuss over me. You'd have thought that I'd 
won the race!"

"The rest of the day, no matter what event I was in, 
Uncle Albie was there, calling my name, urging me on, 
shouting out, Go, Debbie! You can do it, Debbie!, 
telling me, I'm proud of you, Debbie! And I was so 
proud, I did my very best for him that day, and my 
heart felt like it would burst, I loved him so much! 
At the end of the day, I was so exhausted, but he 
stood by me that day, and I've never forgotten it."

"Whenever I was lonely, back at Momma's house, I'd sit 
on my bed, and I'd pull out that picture, and cry, 
remembering the wonderful man who had time for me."

Brigid, crying fully now, sat up, and threw her arms 
around Debbie, who began to shed tears as well. They 
sobbed into each other's shoulders, gripping each 
other tight.

I was misty as well, so sue me!

Then, both girls turned to me, and suddenly, I was 
buried under sweet-smelling girl-flesh.

***

We lay in a tangle, kissing, and being kissed, and I 
was in heaven. I was swamped by the feelings these two 
girls had for me, and I kept getting teary as I looked 
at the magnificence that hugged me, held me, kissed 
me, and told me that they loved me.

When we had stopped for a minute to catch our breaths, 
I asked Brigid how her parents felt about her decision 
to serve the Dianic Temple. The girl drew circles on 
my chest, and softly said, "I only have my Mom looking 
after me. Dad stayed around long enough to get her 
pregnant, and then he left, taking all his stuff with 
him. They were unmarried, and my Mom raised me all 
alone."

I marvelled that there were so many solo parents. You 
never think about it. You see Dads and Moms with their 
children, and the ads on T.V always telling you that 
there were happy families everywhere, but you never 
see the solo parent, trying to raise their children, 
having a hard time of it, bringing them up all by 
themselves.

I could see anger, hurt, and sadness chase themselves 
across her face.

"We'd lived in a trailer park, and the girls at 
schools I went to would tease me, calling me, 'trailer 
trash', "white trash," "bastard," and other nasty 
names, and giving me a hard time. I was so angry at my 
Mom. I made life hell for her. I blamed her for 
everything, and she took it all, everything I dished 
out to her. But, she did her best, told me she loved 
me, and raised me the best she knew how. I'm so sorry 
for the way I treated her."

"When Tracy took me under her wing, and sorted me out, 
my Mom was surprised, and watched me as I calmed down, 
and I tried to make it up to her. Every night, as 
Tracy had told me to do, I went into her room, and I'd 
hold her, and tell her how sorry I was. We'd cry, and 
I always told her I loved her, and we became happy."

"Mom had become a Wiccan when I was a child, and her 
crystal balls and pentagrams and stuff was everywhere, 
and so I took the persona of a rebellious witch. I 
read all about the powerful witches, spending hours in 
the library at school, and on the internet, and wanted 
to be like them, and plotted the day I'd get my 
revenge on all the men in the world."

She looked up at me, and smiled.

"I absolutely hated you when I first met you, Albie. I 
could feel the goodness in you. I wanted to smash your 
face in and rip out your eyeballs, wishing you were my 
father, so I could have my revenge on one male, at 
least. But then you complimented me on my dress, and 
told me how good I looked in it, and honestly meant 
it. Every snide and nasty remark I had saved up died 
in my mouth before I could say them! I didn't know 
what to do, so I ran away from you, and stayed as far 
from you as I could."

She gave a small laugh, and then told me how Tracy and 
the other ladies at the Temple had told her that not 
all men were complete bastards, and that there were 
quite a few good ones out there.

"I didn't believe them at first, but as I watched 
Tracy, Lilith, Debbie and Freya, and even Morgana, and 
saw how they acted around you, and you with them, I 
came to realise that there just maybe might be some 
like you after all. Morgana even gave you a glowing 
recommendation! She's a die-hard Lesbian, you know, 
and she likes you! She confided to me one time, that 
if she didn't like girls so much, she be willing to 
cross over and rip your clothes off!"

She giggled, and we chuckled at the thought. Then 
Brigid looked mortified, and gasped, "Please don't 
tell her I said that!"

***

"I was having feelings I didn't understand at the 
time. I spoke to Lilith, and she talked to me for a 
while, then Tracy sat me down, and we talked it out. 
She started to train me, and that's when I knew I had 
found my place. I decided to give my life to the 
Goddess, because She had helped me so much, and when 
the time was near for the initiation, Tracy and some 
of the woman elders had held a meeting, and tested 
me."

"When they were happy that I'd passed the test, they 
asked me if I had chosen the God, or if I wanted one 
of the women to stand in if I decided that I didn't 
want a male. I immediately thought of you! It just 
seemed so, well, natural, for it to happen."

"That's why I chose you," she continued. "there was 
something about you that stood out."

"So," she smiled, "here we are"! Then she became 
quiet, and when she didn't say anything for a few 
minutes, Debbie asked what was bothering her.

The girl looked up at Debbie, and told her, "This is 
embarrassing! I've never been with anyone before, and 
I don't know what to do!"

Debbie smiled, and told her to move over, then pushed 
me onto my back, knelt between my legs, took my penis 
in her hand, and began to massage me into life. I grew 
before Brigid's eyes, and she was shocked that Debbie 
was doing this to her own Uncle!

Debbie told her to relax, and just watch for the time 
being, and then it would be her time to practice.

***

Debbie place the head of my erection in her mouth, 
with her mouth open so that the virginal girl could 
see what she was doing. Debbie began to move her 
tongue around the tip, licking the seminal fluid, the 
pre-cum, off as it appeared. She closed her lips 
around me, and slowly slid down the silky length of 
the shaft, stopping before I touched her throat, and 
then she slid back up, coating my hard shaft with her 
saliva.

Then she began a slow sucking, bobbing motion with her 
head. I went up onto my elbows, and watched her as she 
showed the amazed young woman beside me her skills. 
Her tongue whipped around my crown, and trying not to 
be rude or grubby, I described to Brigid what she was 
doing. My breath became shallower, and sped up. Debbie 
had spent long hours practicing on me, as well as 
teaching Freya, who had an amazing technique of her 
own, and by now she was a very accomplished love-maker 
with her mouth.

Then still sucking on me, Debbie raised her head up, 
and with a loud pop! she broke contact, and sat up.

Brigid was in awe of her friend. When Brigid had heard 
the pop of the suction being broken, she blushed and 
giggled. She couldn't help herself. Her gaze was 
locked onto my groin, and my rampant penis bobbed and 
twitched in front of her astonished face.

Debbie smiled, wiped a bit of saliva off her chin, and 
then told the fascinated girl it was her turn. Brigid 
opened her mouth as wide as she could, and with her 
eyes fixed on Debbie, placed my now slick cockhead 
onto her tongue.

Debbie giggled, and told the inexperienced girl to 
relax, as I may be big, (?), but I wasn't that big! 
Brigid smiled in embarrassment, and closed her mouth a 
little, relaxing her jaw muscles, and she tentatively 
closed her lips around my crown, tasting me. I could 
feel her tongue start to move, moving softly around 
me, and in a quiet voice, I gave Debbie a running 
commentary on her progress.

Debbie began to coach her, and within about fifteen 
minutes, she was beginning to make me cum from her 
actions, my ejaculate beginning to bubble and roil in 
my balls. I warned her that I was close, so she gently 
broke contact, her hand around me gently stroking up 
and down. Debbie asked her if she wanted to swallow my 
load, telling the shocked girl that it didn't taste 
all that bad, really, just a bit salty, was all, like 
oysters. But Brigid had never had oysters before, so 
she didn't have a frame of reference.

"Do I have to?" she asked in a muted voice. "Of course 
not, Brigid!" Debbie said, shocked that she would even 
think we'd force her to do something against her will.

The girl continued to stroke me, running her thumb 
over the tip of my crown, causing me to buck my hips, 
and groan with need. Then she moved to kneel between 
my legs, and took me in her mouth again.

I quickly regained the state I was in before, and 
warned the girl sucking me that I was ready to cum, 
and she could use her hand on me if she wanted. But 
she ignored me, and for the first time in her life, 
she tasted a man's seminal fluid, as I groaned, and 
jetted into her mouth.

She gagged a little, probably from the semen hitting 
the back of her throat, but she kept sucking, moving 
her head up and down as she swallowed, and Debbie was 
wide-eyed, in awe of her friend!

Brigid kept up the sucking until I was spent, and 
released my now deflated penis from her mouth. She 
gave Debbie a self-satisfied grin, wiping off her chin 
in imitation of Debbie, and looking like the cat 
that'd got the cream. Which she'd had, but it was 
still fun to see the expression on her face.

***

Debbie hugged her, congratulating her on doing such a 
good job! Brigid preened and wriggled, happy to have 
the praise of a woman she'd come to look up to, even 
if Debbie was a year or so younger that her. I too 
held her, thanked her, telling her that I was proud of 
her, and congratulating her too. She threw her arms 
around me, and I lay there and held her, her head on 
my chest.

Just then, Debbie cocked her head, and told me we had 
mice. I listened for a moment, and then I heard Freya 
in my bedroom making squeaking noises as she rode her 
own peak. She always did that, and we found it cute to 
listen to! We could also hear Lilith's voice rise in 
pitch, then it was cut off, and we heard her grunting.

The girls began laughing, and then I joined them, too. 
We heard Freya groan, and call out, "Aw, just shut up 
you lot, will you?"

Moments later, Lilith stuck her head around the door 
jamb, then she stepped into the bedroom and she had a 
big grin on her face. She was naked, there were juices 
covering her lips and chin, and I stared at the 
joining of her thighs, feeling a twitch in my cock, as 
I looked at her orange pubic hair, wet and matted now, 
her pussy lips red and inflamed, and very wet!

"Oh, wow!" she told us, still grinning. "That was 
awesome! Freya can sure use her tongue!"

"Oh, no!" we heard Freya groan, chagrined, "now the 
whole neighbourhood knows!"

Everyone in the house began to laugh, and a pause in 
the love-making was called for, to recharge and have 
refreshments.

We adjourned to the living room every one still naked, 
Lilith and Freya using the bathroom to clean up, pee, 
and make themselves more presentable. When they had 
finished, Debbie and Brigid did likewise, and when 
they returned, were sitting together on the lazyboy, 
cuddling. Tracy and I started to make the hot 
chocolate drinks, extra sweet, using honey instead of 
sugar, to give us energy, and replace the calories 
used up so far.

"How's it going?" she asked, shooting a glance at 
Brigid, who was being held in a hug by Debbie on the 
couch.

"She's doing well, I told her, "She's just given the 
first blowjob of her life, and she surprised us both 
by swallowing. I'm proud of her. She's really trying 
to make an effort."

Tracy gave me a hug, and kissed me on the cheek. 
Having her close, her naked breast brushed against my 
arm, and I shivered, and placing my hand on her firm 
ass, I slipped my finger down her crack, and gave her 
sphincter a rub. She yelped loudly, blushing when the 
girls stopped talking, and looked at her.

Tracy swatted me, pushing my hand away, and told me 
with a grin to behave!

***

After the drinks were drunk, Lilith jumped up, and 
made a beeline for my bedroom, pointing at her Mom in 
passing, and saying, "Your turn!"

Tracy jumped up, chasing her, and Lilith shrieked, 
racing away. Freya followed along, grinning, and 
telling us, "This I gotta see!"

Brigid was having one shock after another. In Debbie 
and Freya's bedroom, back on Debbie's bed, she told us 
that she'd never even considered that Tracy and 
Lilith, being mother and daughter, would be lovers. 
She was running that through her mind when Debbie 
spoke up, and said to me that seeing as how she, 
Brigid, had pleasured me, now it was my turn to return 
the favour.

Brigid gave her a blank look, and asked her what she'd 
meant. Debbie gave her a devilish smile, and said, 
"You'll see!"

Together we got the confused girl on her back and 
Debbie raised and opened her legs. Brigid thought we 
were going to have sex, and protested, slapping her 
legs closed and rolling onto her side, starting to 
panic. Debbie held her until she began to calm down, 
and explained that as she, Brigid had used her mouth 
on me, now I would use my mouth on her.

Brigid gave me a startled look, and began to relax 
under Debbie's assurances. We rolled her onto her 
back. Together Debbie and I began to cover her face 
and body in kisses and little licks, I took a now-hard 
nipple in my mouth licking and nibbling at it, while 
my hand rubbed her breast. Brigid pulled me up and 
kissed me, opened-mouthed, her tongue and mine dancing 
against each other.

Suddenly, she gasped into my mouth, and she went wide-
eyed, and we broke the kiss to watch as Debbie 
hungrily lapped at her sex. Debbie was giving a low 
growl, telling me that she was extremely turned on. 
She dipped her head, and lapped a couple of more times 
at Brigid's now wet pussy, and told me to "get down 
here!," and so I did.

Brigid's sex was wet and inflamed with her desire, 
looking small and tiny, and she twitched her hips and 
thrust them at me as I laved at her with my appendage. 
I ran my tongue all over, around, and deeply into her 
pussy, intoxicated at the clean fresh smell and taste 
of her. My member was hard and rampant, and I began 
jerking my own hips in time to hers as my own need 
built up.

Brigid became wild, her body twisting and turning, her 
hips raised off the bed, pushing with her legs, then 
drawing them back up again, over and over, and she 
began to keen, so I ravished her clit with my tongue, 
my nose rasping in her pubic hair, and Brigid soared 
into her peak, leaping into it with abandon.

She cried out, a high-pitched keen that dragged out, 
and then her body locked into a rigid stance, and she 
shuddered and shook, her breasts wobbling like 
jellies, her hands clenched into claws, her head 
thrown to the side on the pillow.

Then, she began to relax, becoming boneless. I helped 
her lay down, panting and gasping, pre-cum leaking 
like a tap from the head of my aching penis. I lay 
beside her, and Debbie held us both, her presence 
soothing.

Brigid lay still, her eyes open and sightless. She was 
panting, and shudders still ran through her body, 
slowing down, becoming less and less. Finally, she 
took a deep trembling breath and blinked a couple of 
times, to re-focus her eyes, and whispered, "Oh my 
great Goddess!"

Brigid slowly dragged her head to the side, and looked 
at me. "I had no idea," she whispered, her voice 
hoarse. She shook her head, and closed her eyes for a 
moment, dizzy, then groaning, turned to wrap me in her 
arms. "Thank you," she whispered.

***

I was still rampant with my need, and Debbie looked at 
it, gave her own pussy a rub, and told us she couldn't 
wait any longer. She slid a leg over me and reaching 
under herself, gripped me and slid down onto me, a 
deep rumbling growl issuing from deep in her throat. I 
took hold of her hips and she began to ride me, her 
breasts bouncing, and Brigid stared wide-eyed as we 
ground toward orgasm.

Her wet channel was hot and tight, and I was groaning 
with pleasure, my own hips slapping against her 
thighs. Debbie bore down at me, moving her groin in 
back and forth motions. Then, both of us grimacing, we 
came together, the seed boiling out of me, and Debbie 
threw her head back, and wailed as her climax 
enveloped her.

I awoke sometime after that, with Debbie asleep beside 
me, her hair spread out around her, and across her 
face, her mouth slightly open, and she was breathing 
in slow gentle cadences, which told me she was deeply 
asleep. Then I noticed what had woken me, and looked 
down to see Brigid softly sucking me.

She must have noticed my change in breathing, because 
she looked up at me, and grinned around my member. I 
lay my head back, and left her to it. Debbie woke 
beside me, and snuffled groggily. She hugged me and 
gave a satisfied, "Hmmm!"

Then as she woke fully, she raised herself on one 
elbow, and watched Brigid's ministrations, smiling. 
Brigid was kneeling on the bed, and she sat back onto 
the bed, and told me she had woken up thinking about 
something Tracy had said earlier. She continued to 
stroke me with her hand, and wanted to know if I was 
up to one more round.

"I think that answers your question," I said, looking 
at my hard member in her hand.

***

"So, what did you have in mind?" I enquired.

Now the young woman seemed less sure of herself, and 
she hung her head for a moment, then raising her head, 
said, "You know how Tracy said we could do anything 
short of actual sex?"

Debbie and I nodded. "Well," she told us, "she did 
mention, a, um, anal?"

Now she blushed furiously, and she dropped her eyes. I 
asked her if that's what she really wanted, and was 
she really sure?

She nodded her head in quick jerks, and told us it had 
been a fantasy of hers when she masturbated, becoming 
a very deep red.

"I've used my fingers and things," she told us. "I 
always feel unsatisfied afterward, knowing I was 
missing out on the 'real' thing," she said.

Debbie and I lay there for a moment; the Debbie got 
up, and went to the bathroom, returning shortly with a 
jar of KY jelly. I blinked, and asked how long that 
had been there. She smiled, and ignored me. Then she 
got Brigid to continue stroking me, and moved behind 
the girl, and scooping her fingers into the jar, 
started to smear it into and around the now breathless 
girl's anal opening, and then Debbie inserted one 
finger into her, moving it back and forth in a pumping 
motion, going deep, to gauge the girl's tolerance to 
this intrusion of her nether regions.

Brigid, her face flushed, gasped, and arched her back, 
thrusting her ass back at Debbie. Then Debbie inserted 
both thumbs into Brigid's anus, and began to massage 
then in and out, gently stretching her anus.

Then, satisfied that Brigid was ready, she scooped 
some more KY out of the jar, and smeared it over my 
organ, rubbing it up and down on my shaft.

Then she helped the now heavily breathing girl to 
position herself over me, and holding me, lined me up 
with Brigid's back passage, and told the girl to sit 
slowly. She did, and her eyes flew open, and then 
crossed in delicious thrill as I stretched her, giving 
her an experience she'd never known before.

When I was almost completely snug within her, I was 
amazed that she had taken me so easily. Brigid smiled, 
and said, "Dildo's," and began to raise herself up and 
down, a look of sheer rapture on her face.

We rocked for a while gaining momentum, both of us 
lost in pleasure now. She was hot inside her passage, 
and I could feel her anal muscles grip me on the down 
slide, and loosen on the up. Then we began to speed 
up, and all too soon, I began to notice my peak on its 
way. I let her know, hoping she wanted to prolong the 
pleasure, but she told me to go ahead, and "shoot!"

We ground together, and then my hips bucked, I roared 
my release and then she wailed, and we rode our 
climaxes together, and then were still and gasping and 
panting as we held each other, her lying on my chest.

I looked at Debbie, who been masturbating beside us 
and asked her how she'd learned to do that?

She gave me a mysterious look, and then smiled.

"Ask Freya sometime," she grinned.


-= Chapter Thirteen =-

The next morning, we were all worn out, and Tracy had 
dark circles under her eyes. She put the minimum of 
clothing on, went outside to get a suitcase from the 
car, and then she and Lilith showered together, 
dressing in a change of clothing. Debbie and Freya 
went next, and then it was mine and Brigid's turn. We 
had to cut short any groping and play, because the hot 
water was beginning to fail, and it was nearly cold 
when I shut it off.

Brigid had woken with a big smile on her face, 
stroking my penis until I woke up, and we cuddled and 
kissed with her still stroking me until Debbie cranked 
her eyelids open and grumped, "Are you two still at 
it? Don't you know how to sleep?"

She slid out of bed, her hair a bird's nest, and gave 
her cute derriere a scratch, causing Brigid to 
comment, "Hmm, really sexy!" then she stumbled down to 
the bathroom, her finger in the air as she went out 
the door. Brigid and I laughed. 

We all sat around the kitchen table, not saying 
anything much, drinking coffee and waiting for the 
breakfast to cook. We were all very hungry, and bacon, 
eggs, toast, and more coffee was on the menu. Tracy 
told Brigid she could cease bobbing and curtseying 
now, as soon she would be an initiated and accepted 
member of the Temple.

She must have been tired, because she was just a 
little short with the young woman. But Brigid took it 
all in her stride, and gave Tracy one last deep skirt 
genuflection, just for old times' sake.

Tracy thanked her, knowing it for what it was, and 
then she growled at the two girls sitting by her, 
"That's the last time I let you two sleep with me! 
Blasted little witches kept me awake all night! If one 
wasn't between my legs, the other was! Oh, Goddess, 
I'm sooo tired, I could drop right here!"

Then she placed a hand between her legs, and winced, 
saying that she hadn't come that many times in years, 
since high school girls' summer camp!

Lilith and Freya just grinned at her, and Lilith's 
eyes had a wicked gleam in them.

Tracy saw it, and growled, "No, you will not, you 
wicked little witch!!"

Lilith laughed and held her sides and there tears in 
her eyes, but neither elaborated on whatever it was 
Tracy was referring to.

***

As we were finishing our breakfast, Morgana turned up. 
She just walked in the door without knocking and 
looked at us as we sat there in shock. She relaxed 
visibly, and told us that we all had to leave, NOW! 
She told us to say nothing, just move! Then, while she 
began to shepherd us toward the door, she explained 
that she'd heard on the grapevine that a drug lord 
that Freya's father had owed money to was coming for 
her, that somehow he'd found out where she was, and as 
he was also into prostitution, he had plans for the 
girl.

"I got a vehicle waiting outside," she told us. "Just 
everybody get in, and a safe location was being 
prepped for you."

After a quick check that all the switches were turned 
off, we moved to the door, and I was just locking it, 
when a van pulled up into the driveway, and six rough 
looking men got out.

Morgana turned around and facing us, growled into her 
shoulder mike, "Code Red! Assemble on me! Go hot!"

Then she turned around, placing herself in front of 
Tracy and Lilith, loose and ready for action. Debbie 
and I placed ourselves in front of Freya and Brigid. 
Both girls looked worried, and started to become 
scared.

One of the men, a hard cruel-faced dark-skinned guy 
taller than the rest, said, "Ah, there you are, my 
little bird." He looked at Freya. "So pretty, it would 
be shame to cage you!"

Then he caught sight of Lilith, Debbie, and Brigid. 
His cruel eyes lit up.

"So? Looks like we have a bonus, my friends! Take 
them, put them into the van, and them take these," he 
waved at us adults, "inside, and kill them. They are 
worth nothing to me."

One of the men walked insolently up to Freya, and as 
he reached out to her, Morgana moved swiftly, and with 
a knife-hand strike, hit him on the neck, and he spun 
away, flopping bonelessly to the ground. He didn't get 
back up.

Morgana growled at the leader, "None of us are going 
anywhere with your scum, asshole!"

The other four men fanned out, blocking our access to 
the road. Swiftly, they reached under their shirts, 
and guns were in their hands. One of the men went over 
to the unconscious one, nudged him with a boot, and 
growled, "He's breathing."

Morgana's eyes were hard as flint, and she began to 
flex her hands. One of the men, a rat-faced 
individual, began to laugh.

"What you gonna do, old man? Maybe you superman, hey? 
You gonna dodge bullets, and fly away?"

A couple of the others laughed, and the leader 
grinned, then the grin was gone. "Take them!" He spat. 
"We have wasted enough time on this foolishness."

Suddenly there armed security guards everywhere, 
shouting at the men, telling them to drop their 
weapons, NOW!, and get on the ground!. The chests and 
bodies of the kidnappers were alive with little red 
dots, and they stood there in confusion, looking this 
way and that, waiting for direction from their boss. 
He stood there and sneered at us.

All the criminals were kicked to the ground and 
disarmed, then hand-cuffed, and the rat-faced man was 
shouting, "You can't do this, cops! We got rights!"

Morgana walked over to him, and before his shocked 
gaze, she undid her shirt, opening it. The guys' eyes 
bugged out when he saw her breasts. "Old man, am I?" 
she snarled. Then she did her shirt back up and made 
to turn away, but she turned around and said "Here's 
your rights, asshole," and kicked him in the face. He 
flopped and laid still, his breath bubbling.

"I'll be out of jail in an hour!" the leader spat at 
us, "and I'm coming for you, for you all! You'll wish 
you whore mothers had never given birth to you!" His 
eyes were crazy, and he was struggling in the arms of 
two of the security detail.

Morgana stalked over to him, and stood in front of 
him. There was no pity in her eyes, she grabbed his 
jaw, and then she pulled a stiletto out of her boot, 
and placed it onto his tongue, sliding it deep into 
his mouth slowly, her grey eyes boring into his, until 
he gagged, and there was fear in his eyes now.

"Anything happens to these people, to any of these 
people, you die. They don't exist for you anymore. If 
I hear they've even stubbed a toe, you die. You might 
as well pack up and move to the moon, because we," and 
she waved around her, and then the druglord noticed 
that ALL of the hard-eyed security personnel looking 
at him were female, "are everywhere. We hear things, 
we see everything, and we will be keeping an eye on 
you from now on. Go home. Retire. You are no longer in 
business, and country borders are no barrier to us. We 
will find you."

Then she removed her stiletto, wiped it on his shirt, 
and put it back into her boot. Then she gazed at him 
for a moment, and then she hit him.

Hard.

He didn't get up.

***

When the police arrived, we had all got our stories 
straight. The three unconscious men were dumped like 
sacks of grain into the van, and the three still 
conscious were told to sit on them, "just to make sure 
they didn't go anywhere." One of the hard cases made a 
filthy remark to one of the security personnel, and 
then was minus his front teeth, when she hit him in 
the face with the heel of her hand. He spat blood and 
curses, but wisely refrained from directing them at 
the women all around him.

Then sirens were heard, and the automatic weapons 
disappeared.

Amazingly enough, one of the police officer's that 
turned up was the Chief of Police. He greeted Tracy 
like an old friend, and we found out later from Tracy 
that his wife was a member of the Temple, a not-very-
well-known piece of information. He took personal 
control of the situation, and custody of the drug lord 
and his henchmen. Their injuries weren't noticed, or 
reported. A certain High Court judge was called, and 
the fate of the criminals was assured. They would be 
old men before they saw free sky.

We gave our statements, which surprisingly took little 
amount of time, the police were satisfied, we were 
happy to be free of a menace to society, and we were 
all grateful to Morgana for being there for us. Tracy 
promised her a hefty bonus for saving us, but she 
declined, saying that if she got paid too much, she 
wouldn't take herself seriously!

She was just happy that Tracy, Lilith and the rest of 
us were whole, and safe. Freya held her the entire 
time she, Morgana, was at the house. She was so 
thankful to this tall, craggy, gruff woman for saving 
her life, and clung to her, crying like a child. In 
the end, she prised the girl from her, and Morgana 
told her, "Come on Missy, you don't want an old woman 
like me! I'll break your heart, and then where will we 
be?"

But she did give Freya one more gentle, long hug, and 
a sad smile, and then she walked away, and as she did 
so, I noticed that she looked a little misty.

Morgana?

***

And then, the time for Brigid's initiation came 
around, and the girls were excited, and couldn't sit 
down anywhere for very long, constantly in a state of 
motion, unable to keep still. Brigid had requested 
that they attended, and surprisingly, her request was 
accepted, even though they weren't members of the 
Temple. She just wanted her friends there, for moral 
support, if nothing else.

One of the 'Temple Maidens', or Attendants, turned up 
at the door one night, a woman in her thirties, 
explaining that she was there to give the girls their 
instructions, to have a chat with me, and to make sure 
the outfits were the right size for them, and she had 
their robes and tiaras in a small case. She gathered 
the girls up, and then she and her charges went into 
the girls' bedroom for the fitting.

Both girls insisted on coming out and showing them off 
to me, against the wishes of the woman, but they 
persisted in doing so, and I was in a state of extreme 
randiness, watching them parade up and down the living 
room, their naked bodies underneath the sheer robes 
giving me an instant hard-on, watching the way their 
breasts and bodies moved underneath the sheer 
material. They played it up for all they were worth!

Then finally the robes were put away, much to their 
chagrin, and then the woman, who had told me her name 
was Naomi, sat down with me on the couch, and we got 
comfortable. She had asked if the girls could stay in 
their bedroom, to give us some privacy while she 
explained things to me. They left, frustration on 
their faces. She began to explain my part in the 
ceremony.

I would be taken into a separate room, she told me, 
and then I would be stripped, bathed, and oils rubbed 
into my skin. I remembered my time at the mansion, 
told her about it, leaving nothing out, and nodding, 
she told me that she had been there at the time, but 
didn't elaborate on why, and she told me that it would 
be very similar to that time, except this time, the 
details would, of course, be different, and that there 
would quite a few more women present, but I probably 
wouldn't notice them, as I was "sure to have something 
else on my mind at the time." She smiled at that, and 
so did I, and there was a cackle from the girls' 
bedroom, quickly muffled, and there was an outburst of 
giggles, followed by them shushing each other, trying 
to listen.

I knew those little minxes would be eavesdropping, 
listening behind the door frame, but I let it go, as I 
knew without a doubt that they would gang up on me 
after Naomi had left, and bug me for details.

***

Naomi told me that I would be nude the entire time of 
the ceremony, and I would be wearing a head-dress that 
mimicked a stag's head, with a pair of antlers atop of 
it. She assured me that it wouldn't be heavy, and that 
I would still have free range of movement. I also 
would be using a staff of oak, topped with a crown of 
mistletoe. It was very old, she said, and was very 
powerful, one of the few surviving Druid wands.

I would be accompanied by a train of women, to serve 
as my attendants, and that, as Debbie and Freya had 
been invited to attend, they would be serving as the 
Initiate's attendants at the "Marriage Bed," massaging 
the oils and perfumes into her body to prepare her for 
the crowning act.

My libido kicked in at hearing that, and I masked the 
fact, by moving around to get more comfortable, trying 
to keep a straight face as this woman spoke to me.

As I, the God, stopped at the foot of the Marriage 
Bed, I was to pass the staff over the Goddess, 
signifying my dominion over Her. Then, I was to hand 
the staff to an attendant standing at my right, 
surrendering my defences to the Goddess on the bed 
before me, acknowledging Her dominion over me.

I was then to turn and bow the attendant, who would 
bow to me, and she would move to stand at the head of 
the bed, ground the staff, and then clasp the staff in 
her hands. As my nearest relative there, that task 
would be Debbie's. Both attendants would be masked, 
and so would all of the women in my train.

As I knelt on the bed, before the act was consummated, 
I was to remove my head-dress, thus signifying my full 
surrender to the Goddess, becoming a Man once again.

When, just before the moment of climax, Debbie was to 
raise the staff and hold it flat over the spent bodies 
of the Godman and the Goddess, and then the ceremony 
would be over.

***

The ceremony was scheduled for the next Saturday, and 
Naomi told me that that was fortuitous, because there 
was going to be a New Moon that night, and that it was 
a very good time for new beginnings.

Naomi sat there on my couch; looked me in the eye and 
asked me straight out if I was able to perform on the 
night? Was I sure I could raise an erection, and would 
I be able to maintain it? I watched her face as she 
asked me this, and she flushed slightly, and then she 
quickly apologised, saying that she was required to 
ask, as other men taking the place of the God started 
to have an erection, but when the time came for him to 
perform his duty, he became suddenly, and then she 
cast about for a word, moving her hands around, and 
finally settled on, 'shy'.

Fortunately, she said, another was always waiting in 
the wings, should that unfortunate occurrence happen.

As I was trying to frame an answer to that, Debbie and 
Freya walked out of their room, and Debbie said, 
"Naomi, I don't think Uncle Albie will have any 
problems on that account, and we can prove it right 
now!"

Freya nodded in agreement, saying "we both can vouch 
for that, right here!" Neither girl even so much as 
blushed at this revelation in front of a stranger, nor 
showed any sign of remorse or guilt. Naomi just looked 
at them, and then nodded her acceptance of their 
willingness to prove their point.

I started to protest, saying to the girls that we 
couldn't just do it in front of this woman, and Naomi 
looked at me, and shocked me by telling me that if I 
couldn't do it in front of her, right then, right now, 
how did I expect to do it in front of many women, and 
was I really positive I could?"

Don't argue with a woman's logic, you'll lose.

Then Naomi shocked me again, stood up, and without a 
word, began to disrobe before us. The girls followed 
suit, not saying a word either, seemingly in complete 
agreement with her doing so. The only one clothed by 
the time they had stripped down to bare skin was me, 
and I admit it, I sat there and gaped like a horny 
teenaged boy at the body of this stranger in my house.

Naomi was about five-six, and she had lovely blues 
eyes that danced as she looked at me. Her hair hung to 
her shoulders, framing a plain, but pretty, face. Her 
body was well-proportioned, and I could see that she 
exercised regularly, as there wasn't an ounce of extra 
body fat to be seen. Still, her body had a pleasing 
shape to it, her breasts having a heavy rounded shape, 
laying against her upper ribcage, her nipples standing 
proud from them, and her skin flawless. As she stood 
there, her pale coloured nipples began to crinkle and 
harden.

Her waist tapered down to slim thighs, and her legs 
were slim and shapely. The juncture of her thighs was 
shaved smooth, her mons protruded slightly, with what 
women call a 'landing strip' dividing it perfectly, 
her pubic hair the same colour as her head, brown. Her 
clitoral hood was in evidence, her vaginal lips thin, 
and then I noticed her aroma, sweet and heady, as she 
secreted her oils, as she was evidently as turned on 
as I was.

Then, I began to notice the aroma of the girls 
becoming aroused, as they noticed the fragrance of 
Naomi's oils, and the effect was mind-blowing, 
enveloping me. My head began to pound, and my face 
flushed, and suddenly, I wanted to take Naomi right 
there and then.

Then the girls pulled me to my feet, and my clothes 
were quickly gone, and joined those on the floor, 
which were then were kicked out of the way. Naomi 
looked down at my swelling tumescence, and breathed, 
"Nice!"

Naomi took my hands, and tugged me to follow her to 
the middle of the living room floor. She stood there, 
holding my hands in hers, and she smiled at me, and I 
was lost in her blue eyes. She released my hands, and 
one hand came up to my chest, and she shyly touched me 
on my sternum, and I felt a small jolt of electricity. 
It hadn't hurt, but looking down, I saw my swelling 
tumescence, and then I was full and hard, and proud 
before her.

She dropped to her knees, took me in her hands, and 
licked my glans, tasting me, and then satisfied, took 
me into her mouth, and as she knelt with her tongue 
working on me, I groaned. She took me deep, and 
lavished her attentions on my manhood, working her 
head back and forth, bobbing on me. The two girls had 
knelt down on either side of me, and began to lick the 
sides of my rigid member, and then, they began to take 
turns, taking me into their mouths, their hands 
rubbing my legs, thighs, and buttocks. I was in a 
state of bliss, and then my legs began to tremble. 
Suddenly, I was on my back on the floor, with the 
women still licking and sucking me, Naomi kneeling 
between my legs.

I pulled the nearest female over my face, who happened 
to be Freya, and she gasped as my tongue whipped 
across her soaked vagina, then she began to grind her 
wet sex onto my chin and tongue. She rode my face, my 
tongue thrashing her clitoris, gasping and giving tiny 
squeaks, until she rose up, grabbed her breasts, 
pinching and twisting her nipples, and cried out her 
release. She sat there for a moment getting her 
breath, and I was still licking at her, then she 
climbed off, and watched Debbie and Naomi lather me 
with their tongues.

"If anyone doesn't mind," Naomi said, "I'd like to do 
the honours, please!"

Debbie smiled and shook her head no, and Freya 
grinned, reaching out and stroking me. Debbie moved up 
to my face, knelt over my head, then lowered herself 
onto me, a wicked grin on her face. Both of my girls 
loved spontaneous sex, and although we didn't rut like 
rabbits all the time, they, and I, still enjoyed the 
times it happened.

I was attacking Debbie's clit, making her breath rasp 
in her throat, I felt Naomi put her thighs on either 
side of my hips, take hold of me and set the head of 
my turgid member at the opening of her sex, and then 
she slowly lowered herself. She was wet, and warm, and 
she was a snug fit. Debbie looked over her shoulder at 
the woman, and she then began to climax, her breasts 
heaving, grunting and mashing herself onto my whipping 
tongue.

Then panting, and satisfied for now, moved off me, and 
I gave my attention to the woman slowly raising and 
lowering herself on me.

I put my hands onto her hips, and began to thrust up 
into her. The slapping of our joining was loud, and 
Naomi's breasts jigged and bounced on her chest, and a 
grin appeared on her face, then she leant into me, and 
then we changed positions, rolling over, with me on 
top of her.

Her legs rose into the air, bent at the knees, 
dropping wide, opening herself fully to me, and she 
slammed up at me, and I down into her. All I could 
hear was the smacking of our bodies as they punished 
each other. Her breasts slid and swayed on her chest, 
and I was fascinated for a time watching them. We were 
almost feral, and I found myself caught up into the 
game, pounding into her, never letting up for a 
moment, and Naomi was enjoying herself, and matched 
me, stroke for stroke. Perspiration streamed from us, 
and we continued like that, until I felt my climax 
starting with a tingle in my testicles, then, like a 
roaring storm, it began to roil through me. I don't 
know how, but I managed to gasp, "I'm coming!"

"Yes!" she hissed, crying out as her orgasm crashed 
over her, and she threw back her head and cried, 
"Aaaahyeee!" as she came, her vaginal channel 
contracting around my aching staff. That set me off, 
and I roared, clenching my teeth as my climax 
thundered through me, my rock-hard member pulsing, my 
semen shooting into her body.

We jerked and thrashed, both of us covered in sweat 
and bodily fluids, and we ground to a halt, gasping 
for breath. I raised up, kneeling, and held and 
stroked her legs, my deflating cock still in her, then 
it slid out with a sucking sound, and my ejaculated 
seed began to seep out. Then Debbie was there, and she 
and Freya helped to slide a folded towel under us, to 
soak it up, and not drain into the carpet.

Naomi lay there, her breasts rising and falling as she 
regained her breath, and put a hand to her forehead, 
laughing weakly. "If only the others had been that 
playful!" she quipped. As she saw the inquiring look 
on my face, she laughed a little stronger, and told 
me, "No, that's my secret!"

"A girl needs her secrets, hey?" I asked with a smile, 
and she said, "Rule number one!," and then we were all 
laughing as the sexual tension eased.

Naomi and I showered, playfully groping each other as 
we washed each other down, then as we dressed, the two 
girls had their shower, and then we all relaxed in the 
living room, and sipped our coffees.

***

Then Naomi leaned forward, and reached for something 
on the coffee table, and I heard a 'click', and she 
held up a hand-held movie camera, small and compact. I 
opened my mouth to say something, but she put up her 
hand, and told me that it was standard practice, 
evidence to prove that I was indeed able to fulfil my 
duties at the ceremony.

She looked at me for a long moment, and grinned. "You 
certainly did that!" she laughed.

Debbie looked at Naomi, and asked with a grin, "Can we 
have a copy?"

"We can do it now, if you wish!" Naomi told her. She 
was quickly grabbed by the girls, and with a large 
amount of giggling, they towed her into my den, where 
she hooked up the camera with a USB cable, and 
uploaded it onto my computer.

"I'm going to put a copy on my computer in our room," 
Debbie said, excited by the prospect. "So we've got 
something to watch later!" she said, giving Freya a 
sideways look and a very naughty grin. It was matched 
by the teenaged girl!

"Just so you know," Naomi explained, "if you don't 
want this to be kept after the Council has seen it, 
you can request it to be deleted, and you have the 
Temple's promise that it will be. We don't allow 
anyone but the Council to see it, and if it got into 
the wrong hands, well, you can imagine what kind of 
problems that could cause, for all of us!"

She held up her hand, and we saw that she was wearing 
a thin wedding band.

I agreed, nodding, and asked the girls what they 
thought. They looked at each other, and I could see 
their minds working. If that video got out there into 
the community, both their lives, as well as mine and 
Naomi's could, and would, be ruined, our reputations 
especially. After a few minutes of consultation with 
me, and each other, they agreed that it should be 
deleted, saying brightly, "at least we got a copy!"

Naomi nodded, and promised it will be so, and then 
getting up, she put the camera into her handbag, and 
stood up to leave.

She imparted one last piece of information. A car, she 
said, would arrive to pick us up, and for me not to be 
surprised that I would be blindfolded. That, she said, 
was to protect the location of the Temple, and I would 
be blindfolded on the way back as well.

She came into my arms, and giving me a hug, she kissed 
me, and thanked me for a very enjoyable evening! I 
thanked her as well, and told her I had enjoyed her 
company immensely! Naomi looked at the girls, who 
stood by grinning, and with a mock sadness, she said 
wasn't it a pity that neither of them were getting 
initiated, but she really hoped that that might 
change! We all laughed, and the girls agreed.

She hugged the girls, and thanked them, promising to 
see them at the ceremony, and picking up the case 
containing the diaphanous sheer robes and tiaras, she 
was gone, and immediately, the girls grabbed a hand 
each, were towing me into the den to put a copy of the 
night's events on disc, and then we went into to the 
girls' room to watch it.

I was tired and lethargic the next day.

Don't ask.


-= Chapter Fourteen =-

Then, Saturday was finally here! The girls kept 
changing their clothes, and I was tolerant as their 
bedroom degenerated until every item of clothing ended 
up being pulled out, and the room was a riot, looking 
like it had been demolished by a very big, very 
powerful bomb!

In the end, I just told them to go naked, and save 
themselves the hassle of dressing. They mobbed me, and 
I found a tea towel shoved into my mouth, and a pair 
of their dirty socks shoved down my jeans front!

They retired victorious into their bedroom, and they 
emerged later wearing their normal stay-at-home 
clothes. Mobbing me had calmed them down, and they 
pretended I wasn't there, ignoring me. I let them 
alone, knowing how excited they were, and if I had to 
admit it, I was feeling butterflies in my stomach, and 
I found myself getting up and sitting down, pacing all 
over the house.

I ended up washing some dishes, just keep busy. They 
didn't need washing; I had pulled some plates out of 
the cupboard, and started on them, to keep my hands 
and mind busy, trying not to dwell on the coming 
night. Last thing I needed was to have an attack of 
nerves, as that would ruin things for Brigid.

The girls had gone into their room, and about an hour 
later, they came back out and told me that they'd 
cleaned it up, and everything was put away. I hugged 
them, and told them I loved them, and they smothered 
me in kisses, in apology for mobbing me.

I forgave them.

Well, you would, wouldn't you?

***

There was a knock at the door, and the girls raced for 
it, almost wounding themselves in the process, by 
crashing against it, and a mad scramble for the door 
handle ensued. The door was finally opened, and 
Letitia was standing there telling us our car was 
waiting. Debbie hugged her fiercely, and Letitia had a 
surprised look on her face, and Debbie proudly 
introduced Freya to her, saying that Freya was her new 
younger sister, causing Freya to blush, but holding 
Debbie in gratitude, and then we were out the door and 
on our way!

We climbed into the limo, Freya's eyes becoming 
saucers, and she was speechless. There were two other 
women in the limo, but they were masked, dressed in 
white robes, but these were made of silk, which 
covered them from head to toe, their arms included, 
tied at the wrists. They wore white silk gloves, 
covering their hands, and white soft calf-high boots 
on their feet, the soles flat. They were faceless, and 
totally unrecognisable.

They moved to sit one on each side of me, and placed a 
blindfold on me, and one of them, in a husky, 
compassionate, and vibrant voice, said, "Be thou 
silent, Oh my God, and say thee not a word. 
Contemplate thou thy upcoming Marriage to thy beloved 
spouse, the Goddess."

She placed a fingertip on my lips as she spoke, then 
she ran her finger down my body, and when she spoke 
the word, 'Goddess', her finger was resting on my 
penis. It twitched at the touch.

"Thy Will be done this night, Oh my Mighty God. Be 
still, and soon thou shalt be reunited once more with 
thy Beloved One."

No-one said a word the entire trip after that.

I don't know how long the trip took. My watch was 
removed after being blind folded, although it was 
returned to me when we arrived home much later.

***

Then we arrived at our destination, and still 
blindfolded, I was led out of the limo and into what 
felt like a very large building. The car drove off, 
and then my arms were gripped firmly, but not 
painfully. The girls gave me no clues, probably told 
silently to remain quiet. I was led into the bowels of 
the building, my steps hesitant at first, but my 
confidence made me walk almost normally, and then I 
was stopped, and a door was opened. I was led into a 
room, and as the blindfold was being untied, a woman's 
voice behind me told me to hold it against my eyes for 
a moment longer, as the lights were bright, and give 
my eyes a chance to adjust to the glare. I did as 
requested, and that definitely helped.

When my eyes had adjusted to my new surroundings, I 
noticed that I was standing in a circle of women, and 
they all wore diaphanous robes, and they were all nude 
underneath, Most of them were shaved, or had their 
pubic hair trimmed, and the variety of shapes and 
styles was stimulating. As they stood around me, I 
watched their breasts as they moved while the women 
breathed. Some had large breasts, some small, and 
quite a few of them had hard nipples as they watched 
me. Every one of them was masked; no hint of their 
faces was given. There was no jewellery, tattoos, or 
any identifying features that I could see.

There were twenty one women in that room that I could 
count, and then a different voice behind me told me 
that they were now going to bathe me, and prepare me 
for the ceremony. Several women stepped up to me, and 
gently began to strip me, and it was done in a short 
time.

I was led into a small pool, about two feet deep, and 
the water in it was warm, and I noticed a sheen of oil 
on the surface. Then using a wooden bowl, they began 
to use it to scoop water up with it, and dribble it 
onto my body, getting me thoroughly soaked. Then more 
women stepped in, and began to wash me with soft 
sponges, lathering me up, and not an inch of my body 
was missed, not even my penis or anus! They were very 
gentle, and I felt so clean afterward!

I felt and smelled clean. Then I was led out of the 
pool, and I was stood still, and my arms were held up, 
at shoulder height, and now another team of women 
stepped up, and then they bowed to me, and began to 
dry me off, and then when that was accomplished, they 
began to rub oils and spices onto, and into, my skin. 
They massaged me all over, and I relaxed, and revelled 
in the sensations. My libido was rising, and yet I 
felt no embarrassment at standing in a room full of 
women, with my tumescence standing proud before them.

One of the women, who were standing before me, was 
rubbing an oil into my penis, and as it was hard, she 
was massaging it in a rolling up and down motion, 
masturbating me, almost, and I was finding myself 
becoming very aroused by her actions. She was using 
her other hand to rub oil into my scrotum. None of the 
women would meet my eyes, as they had their heads 
dipped, probably so that they couldn't be identified.

***

Then the woman, who was massaging my rampant member, a 
wiry individual who had small round perky breasts, her 
nipples going hard, gasped, and froze up for a moment. 
A couple of other women noticed, though no-one spoke, 
just shooting enquiring looks at her. Then I could 
smell her arousal, and she muttered so low I almost 
missed it, "What the hell? That's never happened 
before!"

One of the women touched her, but the one before me 
flicked her shoulder in irritation, rejecting the 
touch.

Then I recognised her voice. It was Morgana! I gritted 
my teeth and said nothing, and she flicked her eyes up 
at me, and I pretended not to notice. She gave a short 
quick nod, and moved back, radiating confusion.

***

A head dress was put on me, and it slipped over my 
head to come down to cover my face, then another woman 
stepped up and tied it off under my chin. Naomi was 
right. It didn't seem to weigh anything, yet it sat 
snugly on my head. Morgana walked toward me with a 
slow measured tread, and she was holding the staff in 
her hands, holding it reverently.

She came to stand in front of me, then knelt on both 
knees, causing a couple of women to gasp in surprise, 
and in an awed voice she said, "My Lord, receive thy 
inheritance!," and passed me the staff horizontally, 
her hands open with the staff resting on her palms, 
her head bowed.

I took it gently from her hands held it by my side, 
and something made me reach out, and place my hand on 
her head, and the words, "Thank you, my beloved. You 
have done well, served Us well, and We are pleased 
with thee," came unbidden from my mouth, in a deep 
husky voice, not my own.

She jerked her head up, her mouth dropping open. There 
were tears in her eyes, and she knelt there, in shock. 
I knew that she couldn't see my face, being covered by 
the mask, but she looked straight into my eyes, and 
she trembled, and I thought I saw a trace of fear 
there.

This exchange had upset the order of things, and the 
women around me were in a state of shock and disorder. 
Morgana stood, clapped her hands sharply, and order 
was restored.

She shot me a glance, and not trusting herself to say 
or do anything out of the ordinary, stood beside me, 
and gestured at the door, and a woman opened it, the 
other women falling into two ranks behind us, and then 
we were moving forward toward my date with destiny, my 
very hard and erect member leading the way.

Ever tried to walk with a free-swinging erection? It 
felt weird, but I was enjoying the sensation as it 
swung back and forth. Morgana kept shooting glances 
down at it, and she was radiating anger, but not at 
me, I could tell somehow. She was angry at herself, 
and angry that her body had betrayed her.

I kept catching whiffs of her arousal, and my head was 
swimming. Several other women must have caught on to 
what was happening, and I was surrounded by the 
various aromas from aroused females, and it was so 
intoxicating! There's no other word to describe the 
aroma of a woman in heat.

My member became so hard, it was standing straight up. 
I could walk a bit better, and my balls contracted 
closer to my body. And I know it sounds cheesy, but I 
felt powerful!

I can't describe it any better than that!

***

We went down a darkened hallway, and then a set of 
heavy double doors opened before us, and we stepped 
into the main arena. It was circular, and Debbie, and 
Freya, with Brigid standing between them, stood by a 
large bed situated in the middle of the circle, 
waiting for me to arrive.

The 'arena' was about ninety feet in circumference, 
and I had the sense of layered tiers rising on all 
'sides' of the floor, but I couldn't see them, or the 
women who must have crowded them, because of the mask 
I was wearing. It gave me tunnel vision. I just had 
the feeling that there were a lot of women there!

The bed was unadorned, except for a white silk sheet 
covering it, and sweet smelling incense wafted through 
the air.

There were a gathering of women there as well, 
standing in a half-circle at the other end of the bed, 
Tracy among them, and I could hear sighing coming from 
all around me. With the twenty women, and Morgana by 
my side, we swept toward them, and my blood began to 
race, and my attention was focussed on the virginal 
Goddess before me, and I had to clench my hands around 
the staff to stop myself rushing to her and taking 
her, and ravishing her nubile body.

The urge to mate was overpowering, and the women with 
me must have sensed my need, because the smell of 
arousal increased, and I heard some of them gasp and 
pant. But, we didn't break our stride, and advanced 
relentlessly toward the main attraction.

***

As we neared the marriage bed, Debbie and Freya helped 
Brigid to remover her gown, and I gasped at the sight 
of this naked beauty. She stood there proudly, and 
defenceless at the same time. She darted a quick look 
at Debbie, and Debbie and Freya, as her attendants, 
took her arms, and then from jars at the foot of the 
bed, took oil from them and began to massage Brigid 
all over, rubbing oils into her body, until she 
gleamed in the lights.

They rubbed her arms and legs, torso, breasts and 
buttocks, and when Debbie dipped her hand under her, 
to rub at her sex, her eyes popped open, and she gave 
a moan, that thrilled me to the core. When they were 
done, she looked relaxed, then Debbie and Freya took 
her arms again, and helped her onto the bed, where she 
lay, and my gaze became fixed to the juncture of her 
thighs, her hair covered mons, looking inviting to me.

Her pussy, looking small starting to open, glistening 
with her arousal, was the centre of my world at that 
moment. I watched her outer lips contract, whether in 
fear, or arousal, I didn't care. It was like I was two 
people in one, and the entity that had control of me 
was alien, powerful, and the knowledge of that fact 
thrilled me! I gazed with unbridled lust at the young 
woman before me, and the knowledge that she would be 
mine soon, so very soon, set me afire with need. My 
muscles tensed, and my member gave a twitch in 
anticipation of our coupling. Debbie standing to my 
right, and Freya, to my left, waited in eager 
anticipation. They had prepared my Bride for me, and I 
felt love and gratitude for them.

Then I was standing before the bed, and I slowly 
raised the staff. There was an intake of breath around 
me, and I could feel all those hearts in their breasts 
begin to quicken, and the anticipation they felt was 
palpable around me.

I raised the staff over my head, holding it by the 
base, and then I slowly lowered it until it was 
horizontal above my Beloved. Then I very slowly swept 
it from right to left, and back again, and gathered it 
back to myself, and another sigh floated in the air.

With my eyes still fixed to the girl on the bed, I 
passed the staff to Debbie one-handed. Then I turned 
to her and bowed my head. She took it, bowed her head 
to me, and then she slowly walked around the marriage 
bed, until she was standing at the head, and she 
placed the staff butt down, and gripped it by both 
hands. She looked over the top of the mistletoe 
crowning it, with a fathomless look was in her eyes. 
And then I watched her eyes turn from amber to two 
dark pools of night. She smiled, and My Goddess stood 
there, her offering to me on the bed, waiting for her 
God.

The women behind me moved to fan out around the bed, 
and then knelt, and a soft chanting refrain began to 
vibrate in the air. Morgana moved behind me, and took 
my hips into her hands, and gave me a slight push, and 
I stepped up to the bed. Then with Morgana still 
holding onto my hips, she pushed me forward, and then 
I was kneeling between Brigid's legs, and she looked 
up at me, and looked intimidated by my countenance, 
then her gaze dropped, and she definitely looked 
intimidated by that part of my anatomy!

***

Then it was time. I reached up, and untied the cords 
holding the head-dress to me, and like an ancient 
warrior taking his helmet off, I removed it, and it 
was taken by Freya. Even though she was masked, my 
girl was smiling under the mask, and she had a look of 
awe and pride in her eyes, and she bowed her head and 
stepped back. I looked down at the girl under me, and 
my heart went out to her.

She was lying there, in a state of arousal, coupled 
with trepidation. This was the moment of truth. She 
had the choice now to end it, or carry through with 
the Act, and which would it be? She looked deep into 
my eyes, and I saw the decision there. She smiled, 
relaxed, and opened her legs fully. Her wet genitalia 
invited me, and she began to breathe shallowly, her 
gaze fixed to my hard tumescence.

Morgana put a hand to my shoulders, and gave a small 
push, and I fell onto my hands, my arms holding my 
weight off her. I gazed into Brigid's eyes as Morgana 
reached under me and held me, lowering my rod, and she 
pushed me at the base of my spine, and lined me up 
with the girl's pouting sex.

Morgana rubbed the head of my penis against the slick 
folds, she then gave a push, but I didn't move. I kept 
hearing Debbie's scream as I pushed into her, and I 
heard Morgana grunt in annoyance. As I looked at 
Brigid, she murmured, "Its ok, really! I'm ready for 
you. Do it!"

Brigid opened her legs further, and bent her knees and 
dropped then as wide as she could. Morgana gave 
another push, harder now, and I acquiesced, and slid 
into Brigid's willing body, and she convulsed under 
me, her eyes wide, with tears flooding them. She 
hadn't made a sound, and her face was locked in a 
grimace, her jaw locked shut, but underlying that, was 
wonder and amazement.

Then she keened, and threw her head back, her arms 
thrashing on the bed, and her vaginal muscles 
contracted around my rampant cock, and I slid out a 
little, and moved into her, and she rode a powerful 
orgasm. I kept moving, not allowing her to think about 
the invasion of her private parts, and she began to 
move with me, and she was tight, so incredibly tight, 
and perspiration began drip off me under the lights, 
and the gazes of all those eyes on us.

There was a shout, and a wave of sighing swept through 
the arena. It was quickly stilled, as though everyone 
had took a breath, and held it. The soft chanting 
refrain began again slowly building up, increasing in 
volume, and the girl and I began to be caught up in 
it, carried along with it and slowly we began to move 
to an ages old rhythm.

We moved faster now, and I could hear that peculiar 
heartbeat again, and it got louder, and louder, and it 
pounded in my head as I pounded into the willing, and 
very mobile girl thrashing under me. She reached up to 
me, locked gazes with me, and our world shrank to the 
two of us, and we humped, and banged, and then, 
suddenly we twisted around, and she was riding me, and 
she went crazy with desire, her hips a jackhammer, and 
somehow, I managed to look at Debbie, and the Goddess 
was still smiling, and she cocked her head to one 
side, lining her head up with mine, and She nodded.

My orgasm roared through my body like a runaway train. 
I started to make a disarticulated sound, and then the 
staff was above me, above Brigid, and then she started 
to keen, rising in pitch until it was a scream, and 
she threw herself onto my chest, and clung to me, her 
climax shattering her. I ejaculated into her then, and 
the world started to swim and become black, and I 
watched as suns were born, and died, and I saw the 
peoples of the world, men, women, and children, and 
felt their hopes and dreams, their living and dying, 
past and future combined, and it all rushed through me 
like a hurricane.

***

Then I was conscious of the staff glowing, a pearly 
white that lit up the stadium. There were at least a 
thousand women there, from all over the country, and 
from around the world, and I saw the shock and 
disbelief on their faces, and several were screaming 
and panic ensued.

Then a woman's voice, the voice I had come to know and 
love spoke, and it reverberated throughout the 
building, "Be silent! We are not finished yet!" The 
staff began to glow a soft golden colour, and 
Debbie/the Goddess held it high above us.

There was immediate silence. Brigid was still lying 
atop me, and I could feel my spent seed dribbling out 
her and down between my legs, to pool onto the sheet 
under us. Brigid was weeping, and she rose up and 
started to kiss me, raining tears of joy onto my face, 
and I tried so hard not to pass out from my exertions.

I held her, and kissed her tears away and hugged her 
tight. Then she started to get up, to climb off me, 
but she was too weak, and then Freya was there to help 
her, and a robe was put around her, and she was led 
away to clean up and be ministered to by the 
attendants, who were all in a state of shock at the 
incredible events of the night.

I looked down the bed, and Morgana took off her mask, 
and her eyes were wide as she looked at me, but she 
was confused, and she looked vulnerable. Then she 
straightened up and told the women to get up from the 
floor, and attend to me.

She refused to look at Debbie, and as I placed my feet 
on the floor, I almost stumbled, and then Morgana was 
under my arm, and another woman, one I recognised as a 
member of her team, was under my other arm, and 
together, they helped me from the arena, and back to 
the preparation room, to clean up, and to get dressed.

***

As the women, who by now were unmasked and silent, 
bathed me and helped me dress, Morgana just sat and 
watched me. Her grey eyes were inquisitive, and she 
opened her mouth as if to say something a couple of 
times, but she closed it and held her peace. She had 
gotten dressed as well, the women there doing 
likewise. She still seemed a hard craggy warrior, but 
there was no rancour when she looked at me.

Then we all felt a vibration in the room, and so we 
all moved as an orderly body toward the arena.

The bed had been removed, and now the arena was empty, 
and the Marriage sheet was folded and Tracy held it in 
her hands. Debbie still stood holding the staff, still 
dressed in her robe, but no-one wanted to go near her. 
Then she turned, and her eyes were a pearly white, and 
they glowed, the place silent. All the women sitting 
on their tiers, very still, not saying a word.

The Goddess, still inhabiting Debbie smiled and her 
face went soft. She told the assembled throng "Behold, 
the God returns triumphant! Hail, my Lord!"

I stopped a few feet from Her, went to one knee, bowed 
my head, and said, "Hail, my Lady."

"So formal, my love?" She said.

"This one is not used to our ways yet, my love," the 
God Within told her. "He has potential, and it would 
be my joy to train him."

Come to me, Beloved," She said, "and hold me!"

I went up to Her, and as we embraced, there was a 
bright flash of light, golden and pure. She held up 
the staff, and it had turned to solid gold, and then 
with great formality, she passed it to me, and it was 
weightless.

I raised it above my head, and turned in a full 
circle, showing it all assembled. There was an intake 
of breath, and then I was facing my Beloved again.

"Do you wish this back again?" I enquired, but she 
took a brief look at it, and shook her head.

"No, I am returning it to you. It has served its 
purpose, and is no longer needed."

Someone in the crowd cried out, and She turned Her 
head, and Her eyes went hard. "I told you to be 
silent!" she growled. Then She turned to me, and held 
me, and then let me go, and stepped back.

"What was that vibration we felt?" I enquired, and she 
laughed.

"Nothing much," She said, "I had to give a 
demonstration to prove myself! You'll notice the bed 
is gone? That was it!"

I laughed, and stepped back, and then I said, "So what 
happens now? Will you still reside in this vessel? She 
has served you well."

"No, my love, only for this night, and then I shall 
take up my new abode, a very promising young woman!"

She turned, and called out, "Lilith, come forth!"

Lilith came up to the Goddess, and genuflected in 
front of Her. She was intimidated by being in such an 
august presence, and she was pale from fright. "My 
Lady?" she said softly.

"I give you a choice, my fine young girl. You have 
served me well, and I wish to take up abode in you. Do 
you consent?"

Lilith was surprised, and looked it. She thought it 
over, and turned to her mother, who stood silently, a 
calculating look in her eyes. Tracy gave a nod, and 
Lilith turned back, and her shoulders went back as she 
stood straighter.

"I will, my Lady! Your Will be done, in this, and in 
all things!" Her voice was strong, and it carried 
without a trace of doubt or fear.

"Splendid girl! I like you, not like a few, quite a 
few, I could name!," and She swept the assembled women 
with Her gaze.

"Well," She said. "Time to go, and much to do, to set 
right. We shall keep in contact, be assured of that. 
Train this one well. But, before you go, one final 
gift for you!"

She reached out, touched me on the cheek with her 
hand, and my body became younger, stronger.

***

When I looked in the mirror when we got home, I looked 
twenty five. The girls absolutely loved the new look! 
And, I had the stamina to prove it!

END

Well folks, that all for now! New adventures soon, be 
assured of that!

Till next time, be well, and may She bless you!

Your friend, Timberwolf.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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