Chapter One

SHE STOOD AT THE open front door, one hand on the white-painted frame, the other holding the wood screen door open. Dr. Peterson paused and turned back to her, a small black leather bag gripped in his hand. He smiled reassuringly at the young girl in her simple cotton dress, her pretty face so full of worry.

"Just remember to give him antibiotics every six hours and try to keep the fever down." His eyes softened. "Don't worry, Rachael. He'll be fine."

Rachael nodded, worry still clouding her dark brown eyes. Her hand gripped the doorframe. "Thank you," she said softly. "I better get back to him." She stepped back into the farmhouse as Dr. Peterson opened the door of his old, rusting Pontiac and folded his tall body into the driving seat.

Rachael climbed the creaking stairs, her mind preoccupied. Keith was still there when she entered the bedroom, partially uncovered, his face glistening with sweat. He was so pale, his cheeks unshaven, hair damp. Parking herself on the edge of the bed, Rachael reached for the bowl of water, dipping and wringing out a washcloth before placing it on Keith's forehead. He moaned something unintelligible and moved slightly, restless with fever.

The room was silent. An old analogue alarm clock ticked on the bedside table. Through the open window Rachael could hear summer insects buzzing. White lace curtains moved languidly in the almost still air. It was oppressively hot.

Pulling the neck of her sleeveless summer dress out, Rachael blew air down inside, the slight coolness feeling wonderful but insufficient. Her small bra was uncomfortable.

Rinsing the washcloth again in tepid water, she wiped his sweaty brow.

"I'll be right back," she said to deaf ears, rising with the bowl in her arms. In the kitchen, standing at the sink with running water splashing into the ceramic sink, Rachael stared out through the open wood-framed window into the back yard and beyond, taking in the familiar sight of endless cornfields that disappeared into a hazy heat-shimmering horizon. She fluffed the neck of her off-white summer dress trying to cool herself. This year summer seemed so much hotter.

Insects buzzed and whined. The scrawny backyard lawn needed water desperately. An ancient oak tree provided dappled shade on the left, the old wood swing inert as it hung from a thick limb. Below it the lawn was scuffed bare from dragging feet.

Waiting for tap water to reach its coolest, Rachel was overcome with a need to remove her small bra. In the heat it was constraining, too tight, uncomfortable. The need was sudden and urgent. Shoulder bands were tugged down over arms. She opened the dress buttons in front and unhooked the bra, tugging and easing it out.

Sighing with relief, she dropped the small white cotton bra on the countertop and rubbed under her small boobs to ease the itch before buttoning the dress up. Much better. Cooler air on her breasts brought immediate relief. Her dress, an off-white cotton sleeveless summer dress, teased her nipples as she rinsed the washcloth under running water. With the chipped blue ceramic bowl refilled with cooler water, she headed back upstairs to the bedroom.

The edge of the bed dipped when she sat. Keith hadn't moved. Still flushed with fever, his face glistened with sweat. Rachael wrung the washcloth out and wiped his face, studying it as she tended to him.

The two-day-old whiskers suited him. His rugged face became softer, even cute when unshaven. She noticed how long his brown eyelashes were, almost feminine. That thought made her smile. He'd be so insulted if she told him he had girlish eyelashes.

Dr. Peterson's assurance he would be okay was a huge relief. She'd been so scared when she found him delirious and unresponsive. That a bacterial infection could do so much, strike down such a healthy guy, had been shocking. It had frightened her to think they might lose him, too.

Leaning towards him, Rachael brushed his damp sandy brown hair up off his forehead and lay the cool, moist washcloth on it. Unshaven, he had a shaggy dog appearance. His nose was a bit big but straight and slim, his jawline firm. He looked younger than thirty-two, a lot younger.

A wave of heat made her blow air down the neck of her dress again, coolness flowing over her small, unfettered breasts. A lazy hot breeze stirred the curtains.

Reaching out, she retrieved the washcloth and rinsed it in the bowl, wringing it before gently wiping his cheeks, his chin, his mouth, his neck. Her eyes studied his lips. In repose, they were almost sensual. She wiped his mouth again, gently, slower this time. Still studying his lips, she rinsed the washcloth and placed it on his brow.

Relief that he was going to be okay let her relax. With a gentle touch, she traced her fingers across his lips. They felt smooth and soft, the upper edge rough with stubble. A flush of heat coursed through her that had nothing to do with the weather, her nipples tingling pleasantly, a familiar feeling. She'd never kissed a guy before and Keith looked so vulnerable and sexy.

He'd never know, she thought with a thrill.

Heart beating, Rachael gathered her thick, curly chestnut hair in a fist at the nape of her neck to hold it out of the way, bent and lightly brushed her lips against his; her first kiss. A rush of excitement hit her. Sitting up, she sat in silence staring at her stepfather's face. He really was handsome in a rugged way.

In the six years they'd lived together she'd never observed him without his personality sparking and animating him. Now, lost in a feverish sleep, Rachael understood what Mom had seen in him. He was incredibly handsome. How come she hadn't noticed before?

Feeling very mature - and deliciously naughty - Rachael bent and brushed her lips against his again, lingering slightly, her nipples tingling where they rubbed teasingly against the cotton dress. This close to him she picked up his smell; very male but slightly rancid from sweating too much.

Should she wash him? The doctor didn't say anything about it. But still, now that she knew he'd get better, maybe she'd get to see . . .

The screen door squeaked as it was pulled open. Rachael sat up suddenly, guiltily. The front door opened and slammed shut.

"Rach?"

"Up here, Hannah," Rachael called out. Keith muttered and shifted, his head moving and displacing the washcloth. She picked it up and rinsed it again.

"How is he?" Hannah asked, entering the bedroom and moving to the opposite side of the bed.

"He'll be okay," Rachael replied, placing the cool washcloth on his forehead again.

Two hours later Rachael stood at the stove heating a can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle soup. Lethargic from the close, humid heat of the kitchen, she'd made a salad and bologna sandwiches for herself and Hannah. The old television was loud in the living room. The usual evening coolness couldn't come too soon.

"Dinner," she called out to her sister. She poured Keith's soup into a deep bowl to cool slightly, placed their dinner on the old, scarred, wooden kitchen table and tugged the Frigidaire open to get milk, a wave of icy coolness washing over her. Despite the fridge being thirty years old, it still worked well. She liked its rounded corners. Sorta cute.

Hannah inhaled dinner in her rush to get back to the television, something Keith would have admonished her for if he'd been well. Rachael ate more sedately, her mind off on its own still thinking about the kiss. Keith's lips had been so warm, so . . . real. Gazing out the kitchen window, chewing her sandwich, she experienced another flush of arousal, excitement making her stomach flutter, her nipples ache slightly. Maybe she could kiss him again. It was so tempting.

Moving quickly, dinner now forgotten, Rachael gathered the bowl of soup, a glass of cold water, and the water bowl with the washcloth onto a tray and carried it upstairs.

He'd moved.

The white sheet was gathered at his waist. His chest was bare, his face glistening with moisture. One arm hung out over the side of the bed, palm upturned.

Putting the tray down on the old dresser, Rachael moved to the bed and, before covering him, studied his chest. A fine dusting of baby-soft sandy hair spread from nipple to nipple across a broad chest. A narrow line of hair spread down to his navel and continued under the sheet. His stomach was flat and firm.

She wondered if he was wearing anything under the sheet and blushed at the image that jumped to mind. Drawing the sheet and blanket up, she covered him before fluffing the pillows under his head, raising him slightly. The nape of his neck was soaked with sweat.

With an antibiotic pill in hand, she eased it into his mouth and brought the glass of water to his lips, tipping it. Water ran down his chin but she saw his Adam's Apple bob when he swallowed. Rachael sighed with relief. This tending to him was all new to her - nice but unfamiliar. It did make her feel more mature, though.

Lukewarm soup was hopeless. She couldn't get him to eat. The cloth she placed under his chin collected each spoonful. Eventually she gave up, washed his face, dried it and, feeling deliciously naughty, bent and kissed his soft lips again, letting her gentle kiss linger.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you," she whispered.

That night, after changing into a loose nightshirt and making sure Hannah had brushed her teeth before going to bed, Rachael settled into the armchair in his room to watch over him. She drifted to sleep with a cooler night breeze wafting in through the open window and dreamed of kisses and soft lips pressed together; altogether a sweet dream.

Keith's moan woke her. Moonlight lit the room brightly with a cold, gray light. Keith tossed trying to throw off the covers while shivering with a raging fever, sweat glistening on his face.

"Shhh," she whispered, parking herself on the edge of his bed and washing his face with a cool washcloth. "You'll get better. The doctor said you'll be okay."

When he tossed again, Rachael grabbed the covers and drew them back up. Stretching out beside him on top of the covers, she held him as he shivered, preventing him from uncovering himself. His shivers eventually passed and she relaxed, resting her head on his shoulder, her body turned into his side, her knee over his leg, her arm across his chest.

It felt nice, very intimate.

He smelled of sweat and man. His body radiated heat. She became aware of his size, larger when cuddled to him. She became aware of his physical hardness, his body firm not soft. And in the pale moonlight she became aware of her pussy pressed to his side, her small breasts pressed to him, his calm breathing, his chest moving.

Silence was almost complete. She could hear her own heart beating asynchronously with the ticking of the old alarm clock. She'd never been so close to a guy before. It felt . . . exciting. Eyes closed, she pressed her pussy against him carefully, enjoying the stimulation, the spark of naughty pleasure. Opening her eyes she checked Keith. He was still gone. Sighing, she relaxed, hugged him and pressed her pussy against him again. Her arousal built gradually lowering her inhibitions and quietly, carefully, she rubbed herself against his side, hugging him, her hips pressing, relaxing, pressing gently.

Another thought slipped through her aroused mind bringing chills. Dare she? Pressing her pussy against his side, lovely sparks of pleasure radiating up from her clit, her heart beat faster. She edged her hand down over the covers, held her breath, and carefully touched his groin. With a feather-light touch she explored the shape beneath and discovered the outline of his penis. She wondered what it would feel like erect. How big would it get? How hard?

A wave of arousal made her flush with heat. She pressed her pussy against him liking how his body felt so big and hard against her. Small sparks of pleasure washed through her with every gentle hump. Her heart beat faster. This was far different than touching herself. Holding a man made everything more . . . delicious and erotic. Humping gently, pressure and weight building in her lower body, she wished Keith was awake and wanting her, kissing her, hugging her. Rachael humped him carefully, nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. So close now.

Tilting her hips she applied pressure directly against her clit. She rubbed his penis gently and, when she felt it respond, almost coming alive and growing, she couldn't stop her climax. It came in a beautiful wave, cresting and washing over her, her pussy aching, nipples sensitive, pleasure coursing through her. She gasped quietly, trembled and came in a wonderfully gentle orgasm that pulsed and peaked and faded leaving her heart racing, face flushed, hot, sleepy, so sleepy.

She woke to Hannah shaking her shoulder. The morning sun was still cool.

"Rachael," Hannah whispered. "What are you doing? Did you sleep here?"

"Shh," Rachael answered, rolling carefully off the bed. Keith's face was still moist, his fever still raging.

In the kitchen, eating cereal, Rachael explained about Keith trying to uncover himself, how she held the covers over him, how she fell asleep. She didn't mention the sweet orgasm she'd experienced or the kisses.

With Hannah off to school, Rachael returned to tending to Keith. She managed to get him to swallow his antibiotic pill and a few sips of water, but no more. Mid morning he tossed and muttered unintelligibly, his face bathed in sweat. Heat built through noon, the air sultry. It was a terrible time of the year to have a fever. The lace curtains were still, not a breeze to be found. Insects buzzed and whined loudly in the quiet of the country.

Rachael sat on the edge of the bed bathing his brow and face, staring at him. She liked his face. It showed kindness in the crow's feet around his eyes, the result of a ready smile and easy laughter. Life with Keith was good. She might not have new clothes all the time, or some of the things her friends had, but he went out of his way to make sure she and Hannah laughed, had fun, and enjoyed themselves.

Rachael left the bedroom to change the water. She wondered if she was missing anything at school. It was the last few days before summer vacation. Had Hannah told them about Keith? A wave of heat passed through her. Standing at the sink, she fanned herself and stared out the kitchen window. Rinsing the washcloth, feeling uncomfortably hot, she lifted her T-shirt and washed her stomach and boobs, the coolness almost orgasmic in its relief. That's what Keith needed! She'd bathe him to lower his temperature.

With a bowl of fresh water, she sat on the bed and drew the covers down, washing his neck and chest. She washed each arm, surprised at how heavy they were. Edging the covers down further, Rachael washed his stomach, her hand movement slowing as she admired his body.

Another flush of heat hit her making her fan her face. She should wash his legs, too, shouldn't she? Nodding, she took a deep breath and pulled the covers off revealing his plain white boxers and muscular legs. Washing a foot, her eyes were drawn to his boxers. Inside them was his penis. She bent slightly to see if she could peek up the leg, seeing nothing. Despite it another wave of heat coursed through her. Her pussy ached with the first twinge of arousal; a need to touch herself emerging. She washed his calf, his knee, his thigh, tempted to slide the washcloth up under his boxers. Embarrassed, she moved to his other foot, washing gently, his calf, his knee. Another pulse of heated excitement made her breath catch.

Why not? He was out of it. He'd never know and she'd been so fascinated by what a penis might feel like and look like. Dare she?

Squeezing her thighs together, a nice wave of arousal radiating up from her clit, Rachael washed his thigh and, holding her breath, held up the leg of his boxers and slipped the washcloth up inside. She felt nothing, the washcloth too thick.

Disappointed, she rinsed the cloth and studied him. His legs were hairy, muscular, thighs thick and corded. Yet, because of the width of his shoulders, his waist was trim and slender. And inside those plain white boxers was his penis. How big was it? What did a penis feel like?

Arousal gave her curiosity bravery. She studied his face. He seemed more at peace, maybe cooler? Touching his thigh with her hand sent small tremors of excitement through her body. She caressed his thigh. Excitement mounted. Could she really do it? When he didn't react to her touch, holding her breath, Rachael eased her hand up under the leg opening, reaching up slowly until, with a shiver of excitement, her hand touched his penis. She held it gently.

It was soft and warm and surprisingly large, a handful. The skin was silky and, when she let her thumb trace the mushroom-shaped tip, it twitched in her hand.

She gasped quietly. It was growing! He was getting an erection! Her pussy ached for a caress. Squeezing her legs together, she caressed the tip of his penis again, enthralled with how it responded, the whole penis thickening slowly and growing longer, becoming erect in her hand. It was amazing! She'd never imagined it would be so erotic to feel a guy get an erection.

Unable to stop herself, Rachael reached down and cupped her crotch, rubbing herself, pulses of pleasure radiating up from her pussy. She could feel herself getting moist, her groin growing heavy with arousal and need. Keith's boxers tented up, her fingertips not quite touching as he became fully erect. Geez it's thick!

Unable to stop herself, the need too powerful, Rachael opened the button and zip on her shorts. She eased her hand down inside her panties to touch her pussy, gently caressing Keith's shaft at the same time. Her finger probed into her cleft and found slippery moisture. She drew it up to her aching clit and rubbed, her involuntary moan breaking the afternoon silence. Her eyes closed.

Holding Keith's incredible erection, Rachael diddled herself, pleasure building in soft waves, heat flushing through her body, her pussy clenching, moist. Her heart raced. Nostrils flared. She stroked Keith's thick erection and imagined trying to actually get it inside her. Would it hurt? How would it feel to be stretched so much? To be filled by such a big erection?

Rubbing her clit, perspiration beading her hairline and forehead, her body undulating with each caress, Rachael let her orgasm build, pressure, her pussy aching. It built until agony emerged, her breasts aching, pussy moist. Gasping loudly, Rachael jerked. Her orgasm erupted and crashed through her, sweet ecstasy washing over her in a hot, hot wave. Pleasure flowed up from her clit to blossom strongly in her head. She jerked and strummed her clit, gasping with each exquisite wave of ecstasy until, far too soon, it crested and passed.

Perspiring, panting, rational thought flowed back. It brought embarrassment with it, another hot flush to her face. Quickly she let his erection go, withdrew her hand and and covered him with the sheet. Now embarrassed at what she'd just done, Rachael grabbed the bowl of water and fled the bedroom.

In the kitchen, her body still hot, she remonstrated herself for being so bad. But by the time Hannah returned from school all traces of embarrassment had magically faded away, leaving behind a very exciting memory of holding her stepfather's erection in her hand.

That night his fever broke. She watched over him feeling exhausted but pleased. She'd taken care of him. When morning arrived she was back to feeling hot, her memory of his thick erection so strong. It was after ten A.M. when his eyes finally opened and he smiled at her. It was a devastating smile, so warm.

"Hi, Rachael. So I'm alive?"

His blue eyes smiled at her. She blushed. "Of course you're alive," she answered.

I MOVED CAREFULLY, EXPERIMENTALLY.

Insects whined and buzzed. Heat lay like a smothering blanket over me. I felt like I'd been run over by a truck, every muscle in my body complaining. They ached like they'd been strained beyond their limits, an ache I used to get after a hard workout.

I had no energy and I needed to pee, my bladder painful.

The wrinkled bed sheet felt awful against my back, damp and uncomfortable. White lace curtains barely stirred from the lethargic breeze. What time was it? I studied Rachael sitting calmly in the armchair. She looked flushed. Or was she blushing?

Sitting up, a wave of lightheadedness hit me. I felt weak. "What happened?" I asked.

"The doctor said you got a bacterial infection. I forgot what he called it. Are you hungry?"

"Famished."

"I'll bring you some breakfast," Rachael said, standing.

"No. Don't bring it. I'll come down as soon as I've gone to the bathroom."

Showered and dressed in soft shorts and an old Tee, feeling as weak as a kitten, I entered the kitchen. The scent of bacon made my mouth water. Coffee percolated on the old stove. My stomach rumbled. The shower had partially revived me.

Sitting at the table I watched Rachael fuss with eggs and pour a mug of coffee and bring it over. The heat of the stove had her face flushed.

"Thank you," I said, taking the coffee.

She smiled, her eyes not quite meeting mine.

Rachael was, at thirteen years old, still a child. Yet in her mannerisms, the lady she was growing to be was slowly emerging. I saw the gentle strength of her mother in her. Month by month, as puberty emerged, she was becoming quite lovely. Youthful silliness was being displaced by a more mature mien, a calmer outlook, more responsible. Of the two girls, Rachael was the smarter. Her intellect was rather intimidating at times. I was sure she had a higher IQ than mine.

"Thank you," I said again when she placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. "Aren't you eating?"

"I'm not hungry," she answered, sitting with a glass of water in her hand.

Grabbing a rasher of bacon, I took a bite, my mouth watering from the intense flavor. That first bite felt so indulgent.

"Thank you for looking after me," I said, smiling at her.

She studied me. Those eyes, dark chocolate brown and so expressive, radiated intelligence beyond her years. Yet unspoken emotions flitted through them for just a moment before she spoke. "You're welcome. I'm glad you're feeling better. Don't get sick again, okay?" she added with a lovely smile.

Chapter Two

Dr. Peterson shook my hand before stepping outside into the sweltering sun.

"She caught it from you. Keep Hannah away from her," he said with a grin. "And make sure she has her antibiotics. Just remember it will be worse for her than it was for you. Don't let her get too feverish."

"I'll be careful. Thanks for coming over."

Closing the door, I headed into the kitchen for a bowl of cold water and a wash cloth. Armed to nurse Rachael I headed upstairs.

Her bedroom door squeaked lightly reminding me I needed to oil the hinges; another chore to add to my list. Her face grabbed me when I entered. Coated in perspiration, she had a slight frown on her brow. Her small, straight nose with its slight ski-jump tip flared as she breathed. Rachael was a pretty girl. Her sweetness and giving nature only enhanced her beauty.

I felt guilty. She was suffering because she had taken care of me.

The bed dipped when I sat on the edge. I wiped her damp brow, pushing her chestnut hair away from her face. Rinsing the washcloth, I wiped her face and slender neck. She was too feverish and the weather wasn't helping in the least. Hot air wafted through the open window stirring lace curtains weakly. Placing the cool washcloth on her forehead, I took one of her small hands. It was burning.

Insects whined loudly in the silence of the farm. Living so far from town had benefits, like peace, quiet, endless vistas, and no neighbors to annoy me. But it had a downside that I occasionally worried about. We were too far away from Rachael and Hannah's friends. I couldn't let them bike to their friends, the distance too far. Yet I couldn't always stop working to take them. Running a farm was very hard work during the growing season.

Rachael moved restlessly and pushed the sheet down. I pulled the sheet back up. Her nightshirt, a sleeveless off-white cotton material with lace embroidery around the neck, was the lightest thing she had. Yet she still burned. Rinsing the washcloth, I placed it over her forehead.

I wondered if she and her sister knew how much I'd grown to love them over the last six years. They were my daughters in every way but genetically and legally. When I'd married their mother I'd been thrilled to have a family. Sadness still hit me every time I thought about losing Christine, about not being able to have children together like we'd planned. Fate had a way of stealing happiness at your most vulnerable and, even after four years, I occasionally struggled with the loss. My time with her had been too short.

Rachael moaned and tossed.

"Shh," I calmed her quietly reaching out to caress her feverishly flushed cheek. I hated seeing her unwell. I felt helpless and it frustrated me.

Four years ago life had been tenuous. I wasn't sure I could handle Hannah, five years old at the time, and Rachael, nine. The devastation of losing their mother almost overwhelmed me. I'd dedicated myself to helping them cope, helping them recover, helping them find some peace. The first smiles they'd given me and the first laughs, those first giggles, had eased my depression and before I was conscious of it, I too was healing. Now I could not imagine life without both girls.

Rachael murmured something. I leaned in close enough I could feel her breath.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to push the sheet off.

"Sorry about what, sweetheart?" I asked softly, grabbing her hands to stop her uncovering herself.

Her face relaxed. She slipped back into a restless fevered sleep. What was she sorry for?

Sitting on her bed, holding both of her slender hands, I experienced an intense wave of love. Rachael was such a lovely person. She was making the transition from child to young lady with grace. Now, in repose, I understood just how beautiful she was. Her thick chestnut hair was curly and untamable even when tied back and, on days of high humidity, her hair was hilariously wild, much to her chagrin. It had grown long, too, now almost reaching her lower back. She must have inherited it from her father. Hannah had her mother's hair, dark brown and wavy.

Rinsing the washcloth I wiped Rachael's face again, slowly. I liked her high cheekbones and her mouth, classically shaped with naturally red lips - or maybe it was the fever.

Reaching out, I touched her lips lightly with my thumb, surprised at how silky soft they were. Yes, she was becoming a very beautiful girl.

The sound of a distant engine distracted me. Checking my wristwatch, I knew it had to be the school bus dropping Hannah off. We were too far off the beaten path to get much traffic.

Bending, I kissed Rachael's fevered brow. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," I whispered, rising and heading downstairs.

The screen door squeaked loudly. It slammed when Hannah entered.

"Keith?"

"In the kitchen."

Hannah dumped her school bag on the floor. "How's Rach?" she asked, heading to the fridge for some cool lemonade.

"Sick," I answered. I held a finger under running water measuring its coolness.

Hannah, in her usual flurry of energy, kicked off sneakers, tugged off socks and dropped them on the kitchen floor, grabbed some chocolate chip cookies to accompany her lemonade, and sat at the kitchen table.

"I'll go up and see her in a sec," she said.

"No you won't. The doctor left instructions for you to stay away from her. We don't need you sick, too."

"I won't get sick," Hannah declared firmly.

"Yes you will."

"No I won't."

"Yes you will," I insisted with a grin. We could do this for hours. She'd never give up until she had the last word.

"No I won't," she replied, taking a bite of a cookie. "Will she be okay?"

"Absolutely." Before filling the bowl with cold water, I grabbed a glass and drank. Tiredness plagued me. I hadn't really recovered before being thrown into caring for Rachael.

"Are you going to sleep with her like she did with you?" Hannah asked.

"Am I what?"

"Rach ended up sleeping on top of your bed to stop you uncovering yourself in the night."

"Did she now. Well, I think I'll just watch over her from the chair."

She tossed violently in the dark emitting a deep moan. It was her second night of fever and I'd called Dr. Peterson full of fear. Keep an eye on her was his advice. Moving to her bed I felt her forehead. She was burning up, her forehead now ominously dry.

Easing the thermometer into her mouth, I cooled her face with the washcloth and studied her in the pale moonlight. I was worried. I'd managed to get her to swallow the antibiotic with a few sips of water but I was concerned she was dehydrating. Her sheets were damp from perspiration, her nightshirt, too, but her dry forehead was a sign I didn't like.

Taking the thermometer from her mouth I checked her temperature. Damn! One-hundred and five! It was way too high. This is what I'd been scared of.

Rising quickly, I went to the bathroom and turned the cold water on in the tub. In Hannah's room I shook her shoulder. "Hannah, wake up. I need help," I told her.

"What is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"We have to get Rachael in the bath to cool off. Come on."

An hour later, sitting in the armchair in my bedroom, I watched Rachael sleep quietly in my bed. Her own bed was too damp and needed fresh sheets. I was too tired to change them. Hannah was asleep in her own room. Rachael's fever was down to one-hundred and one; safe.

I was tired but afraid to sleep in case her fever spiked again. The bedside lamp cast pale yellow light and shadow over her face. Shame hounded me, too. How the hell could I be afraid, exhausted, ashamed and aroused at the same time?

Rachael was at peace, her face relaxed and so pretty. The single sheet draped over her body outlining things I was now acutely aware of. I could, in my mind, see every detail of her underneath the sheet and it was stunning, amazing.

In the panic to get her into the bathtub and lower her temperature, I hadn't paid any attention to her while Hannah and I had undressed her. I hadn't paid any attention when carrying her naked to the bathroom, and hadn't noticed her when gently lowering her into six inches of cool water in the bath.

For ten minutes I had seen nothing but a sick little girl as I sponged cool water over her. But when her fever subsided, in the rush of relief, I relaxed and actually looked at her.

I'd never been exposed to pubescence in girls. I had no sisters. I'd never given it much thought except in the abstract; one of my girls was growing. But the sight of her hit me hard, very, very hard. I'd never seen anything so sensual in my life. Rachael was all female, yet she was an intoxicating mix of child and woman that just took my breath away and shook my world.

Her body was still slender, the almost curve-less shape of youth. She appeared to have grown vertically, her body stretching but not filling out, her legs endlessly long and slim.

Yet incredibly beautiful, small, firm breasts graced her narrow chest. They were topped with beautiful pink areolae and tiny nipples. Widely spaced, each small breast was no larger than the top of a small muffin. Her body was reed slender, something clothes had hidden from sight. A flat stomach, framed by two little hip bones, led my gaze down to the astonishing sight of a thirteen year old pubis.

In every way it was all woman and yet not. Her mons was more prominent, seemingly more padded, lush, and large on her slender body. Her cute pubic bush wasn't really a pubic bush, more like a light coating of dark chestnut hair that hadn't even spread to the sides and so thin it hid nothing from sight; not the sensual little cleft that curved beautifully down into the gap between her thighs, nor the tip of her clitoris nestled so sexily and peeking out, nor a small light brown birthmark on her plump right lip. With her bottom pressed to the tub, her buttocks swelled sensuously at the sides giving her shape and curves that distracted.

My reaction had been visceral and uncontrollable. Rachael was simply gorgeous, a child-woman, stunningly sexy and intensely desirable.

Hanna had questioned me about her sister's condition and I'd answered without paying attention, unable to pull my eyes away from her sister. For half an hour I'd tried not to stare and failed miserably, slowly cooling her with a wet sponge while inspecting every inch of her glorious pubescent body.

Rachael stirred and snorted lightly in my bed. I watched her turn onto her side. The sheet draped over her body outlined a sudden curvaceousness; her hip and bottom shaping the sheet sensually. My erection strained inside restrictive jeans. A cute frown played over her face before she relaxed, her hair a jumbled, matted mess looking quite gorgeous.

I could still feel how firm her small breasts had been under the sponge, hardly yielding to my careful washing. I didn't understand where the attraction had come from. Perhaps it was just something I'd never been exposed to. Perhaps it was the shocking allure of pubescence mixed with youthful innocence. But, my God she was gorgeous.

Shaking myself, I stood and moved to the bed stand, taking one last look at her before turning the light out. She rolled onto her back, one arm thrown up over her head. The fever had broken, her face flushed but dry. I bent to kiss her cooler brow and, without thinking, brushed her lips with mine. It was like kissing lightning; a flash of desire stabbed into me almost overwhelming my restraint.

With the light turned off the bedroom was flooded with pale moonlight. I settled into the armchair for the night, preoccupied with the new emotions I'd discovered. That kiss lingered on my mind like the tail of a fine wine.

Chapter Three

HOT DRY AIR BLEW through the school bus' open windows bringing no relief from the unusual sweltering summer heat. A long trail of dust followed the bus as it barreled down the county side road. Rachael wafted the neck of her T-shirt trying to circulate air down inside. Her cotton bra felt too tight.

"Isn't this great?" Hannah enthused next to her. "School over for the summer! What are we gonna do?" she asked.

Rachael smiled at Hannah's enthusiasm. Truth be told, she, too, was happy. Her body had no energy. She seemed to tire very quickly. Dr. Peterson had told her it was the after effect of the fever, her body trying to recover from the war it had waged against invading infection. If that was the case, how could Keith be out working the farm as if he, too, hadn't suffered?

Today was Friday. He'd be in the north west fields inspecting the corn. Reluctantly she turned her mind to dinner. She didn't feel like cooking. What to make? Maybe she could find leftovers. She wasn't really hungry anyway.

Her mind wandered back to the question that had been plaguing her ever since getting better a few days ago. It had haunted her bringing mixed emotions; fear, embarrassment, excitement, shame. When she'd woken up from her fever she'd seen Keith asleep in the armchair, his jaw unshaven, hair tousled. As she'd become aware that she no longer had a fever, she'd also become aware that she was naked under the sheet. And not only that, she was in Keith's bed! What had happened?

When he'd stirred, she'd shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep, embarrassed at being naked in his bed and only sneaking out once she heard him in the shower.

Nothing had been said, yet she couldn't help but wonder how, why? And every time she remembered what she'd done when he'd been out with the fever, she blushed with embarrassment and experienced a surge of arousal. Twice she'd been tempted to ask Hannah and stopped.

The bus slowed suddenly, brakes grinding. Swirling dust blew in through the window as it caught up with the bus. Hannah stood and Rachael followed.

"Bye Ben. Thanks for the ride," she said stepping off the bus.

"You be good now. See you in September," Ben replied with an easy smile, the doors closing.

With the bus leaving to drop off the last two students, Rachael began the three-hundred yard walk to the farmhouse, Hannah's hand in hers. Steeling herself and trying to sound casual, she said, "Hannah, when I woke up last Tuesday, after the fever, I was in Keith's bedroom. How come?"

Hannah skipped and walked, skipped and walked, her excitement at finally being on summer holidays palpable. With a smile, she answered, "Your bed was soaking wet when your fever got too bad. We had to cool you off in the bath."

"You had to what?" Rachael asked in astonishment.

"Cool you down. Keith said your fever was dangerous so we put you in a cold bath and washed you with a sponge just like Dr. Peterson said to do. After, we put you in his bed cuz yours was still damp," Hannah explained, skipping with abundant energy.

Rachael accepted the explanation until she registered exactly what her sister had said. Oh Gawd! "You mean I was naked in the bath?"

"Of course you were. What a silly question."

"Did you sponge me?"

"Nope. What's for dinner?" Hannah asked, her stomach rumbling.

Rachael came to a dead stop, eyes wide, heat flushing through her. "Hannah, are you telling me Keith washed me?"

"Uh-huh."

"He saw me . . ."

Hannah grinned. "Naked? Yup. So what? He was so scared I don't think he really saw you. Come on! I'm hungry," she added grabbing Rachael's hand and tugging.

MY LEGS WERE DRAGGING as I reached the farmyard. It seemed as if I had no energy these days. Insects whined in the quiet of late afternoon. The forecast was for another three days of this intense heat and I needed rain desperately or the corn would be stunted.

Making my rounds, I checked on the barns and equipment shed. It was Friday and I wanted a peaceful weekend with no work. Hopefully by taking it easy I would recover full strength.

The farmhouse, a turn-of-the-century building with faded red brick, a white wraparound wood veranda, vertical sliding windows, and shutters desperately in need of painting, always made me smile. To others it might look sad, but to me, with its flowerpots exploding with red, pink and yellow blooms and comfortable benches and seating, it was a beautiful old lady. Intricate trellis-work held climbing morning glory with small bright yellow and black flowers. The eaves were decorated with carved wood. They also needed a fresh coat of paint.

Owning and operating a farm was more work than I'd ever envisioned but I'd exchange it for nothing. I loved the peace of the land, the beauty of crops growing, the long, lazy summer days, and even the sudden powerful thunderstorms that raged across the land. There were times I wished we lived in a city, but only for the girls. It wasn't fair to them being so isolated out here in the middle of nowhere.

I was fortunate, though. Neither Rachael or Hannah complained and, in fact, they both carried their own weight, helping me. I was very lucky, I realized, climbing up onto the veranda.

Opening the kitchen door the sight of Hannah sitting at the kitchen table greeted me, her feet swinging, a sweating glass of lemonade in front of her and a big, big smile on her pretty face, chocolate chip cookie in one hand.

Smiling at her, I asked, "What are you so happy about, young lady?"

Hannah was my little imp. Like her mother she was a slight child. Wavy dark, dark brown hair framed her face, her honey-brown eyes glinting with impishness. She was, at nine years old, at that perfect age where fantasy still lived with reality, imagination filled her mind, creativity abounded, small things in life amused, and the hardship of life was still protected by innocence. In her childish enthusiasm I found joy.

She swallowed and exclaimed, "Schools finished! No more classes or homework! Isn't it great? We're going to do so much this summer. We'll swim and . . . go see movies and . . . play and . . . swim and . . . do tons of other stuff!"

I laughed. "Sounds like a plan. Where's your sister?"

"I'm here," Rachael said, entering the kitchen.

My smile softened. Rachael looked drawn and tired. She blushed under my scrutiny for some reason and it looked good on her; brought some much needed color to her cheeks. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

She smiled softly. "Uh-huh. Just tired." Opening the refrigerator she peered in. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Let's have spaghetti!" Hannah exclaimed, throwing her vote in.

I grinned. She could live on pasta. She loved it as much as she disliked rice. Moving to the fridge, I grabbed the door and touched Rachael's shoulder to pull her away. She jumped as if electrocuted, straightened up, eyes wide, flushed more and moved away from me. Why?

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked again.

Her eyes darted away. "Yeah. Sorry. You surprised me."

"I was going to suggest we go into town for dinner, maybe a pizza or something. That way we don't have to cook."

"Yay!" Hannah yelled. "Pizza! Yum! Can we see a movie, too?"

"If that's what you both want," I answered still studying Rachael, confused by her behavior.

"Wanna, Rach?" Hannah asked enthusiastically. "Say yes."

I woke with a start when Hannah shook my shoulder. The cinema lights were coming up, the movie over. I'd fallen asleep fifteen minutes into The Avengers, the only movie showing in town. Rachael looked a bit bleary-eyed, too.

Standing and moving along the seats, I guided the two with a gentle touch on their back, as I usually did. Rachael's flinch at the contact was noticeable. Why? What was going on?

The drive home, windows of the old Bronco wide open, was filled by Hannah explaining her favorite scenes from the movie with arm gestures and breathlessness and enthusiasm. It brought a big smile to my face. But half an hour later I was turning lights off in the kitchen and eagerly anticipating my bed. I just had no reserves of energy since the bacterial infection.

Nighttime routine was always the same. I'd stick my head into Hannah's room and wish her a good night, sometimes hustle her to get into bed, sometimes just whisper when she was already asleep and in tender moments, I'd kiss her forehead or cheek. I'd stop by Rachael's room and, out of deference to her age, knock gently before sticking my head in and wishing her a good night. It was a routine that happened every single night and had since they'd moved into the house.

Except tonight.

I paused outside Rachael's door before knocking. Twice today she'd shied away from my touch. I didn't understand why and it worried me. My knock on her door was unusually soft. I didn't open the door but waited. When no response came, I knocked again, gently. "Rachael?"

"You can come in," she finally responded, faintly heard through the closed door.

Rachael was sitting up in her single bed wearing another of her nightshirts, cream with intricate lace-work around the neck, sleeveless; appropriate for the heat. Her window was open. No air moved. It was stifling.

The bedside lamp cast a soft glow over her. Her chestnut hair had been roughly braided into a thick rope with some unruly wisps hanging free. Perspiration made her skin glow golden. Dark brown eyes looked at me. They were liquid and deep. She looked away from me.

"Can I sit?" I asked, indicating the edge of her bed. I did when she nodded. "What have I done?" I asked gently.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise. She stared at me intently and blushed, eyes sliding away, her hands knotting the sheet. "Nothing," she said.

"Then why? Why is there this awkwardness between us?" I asked. "It's never been like this before and I have to admit I wish it wasn't there. It doesn't feel right."

Rachael looked down at her hands. Her reply was so soft, just a whisper, I almost missed it.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry for what, sweetheart? You said the same thing when you were feverish."

When she didn't respond, I reached out and took her hands. She jerked before letting me pull the sheet from her grip. "Rachael, honey, please talk to me."

Without looking at me, blushing furiously, it came tumbling out in a flurry of words; the kiss, touching me, her guilt for being so bad when she was supposed to be taking care of me.

Dark brown eyes finally looked at me when I chuckled.

"You're not mad. How come?" she asked.

I smiled. "Well, even though it was only with a sponge, I got to touch you, too," I said.

Her blush returned in full force. She tried to pull her hands out of mine. I held on.

"Can I tell you something?"

She nodded. I had her full attention.

"I kissed you, too, just like you did with me."

The play of thoughts and emotions on her face was beautiful. Shock was followed by embarrassment, followed by sweet shyness and a small smile. When I told her how much I liked kissing her, her smile grew. Rachael was a very pretty girl indeed.

"Are we okay? I asked, squeezing her hands.

She nodded.

"Good." Bending towards her, I brushed my lips against hers while watching her eyes. They expanded and looked into mine. "Night, Rachael. Sleep tight."

Standing, I smiled and left her room, closing the door quietly behind me. My erection was back, strong and demanding attention, the ghost of her lips still tingling on mine. Now, more than ever, I desired her.

Chapter Four

Late morning heat beat down from a cloudless pale blue sky. Knee-high corn surrounded us. In the distance a copse of trees beckoned. Hannah skipped with enthusiasm and energy. Rachael walked with a more demure bounce to her steps. I trailed, sweating and wishing I'd worn shorts instead of jeans. My cotton shirt stuck to my damp back where the backpack pressed.

It was a mile hike from the house to this northeast corner of the farm. But there ahead of us was a little Eden; a grouping of weeping willows that flourished next to the small river that cut through my property.

In the backpack was a picnic lunch. In front of me were two eager girls anticipating a swim in the river. It was Saturday and I was playing hooky from work and it felt wonderful.

Hannah, in blue shorts and green T-shirt, danced between the rows of corn, slowly crossing towards the trees. Rachael, in jeans and a yellow short-sleeved blouse, wended her way through. Every so often she glanced back at me and smiled. It was a beautiful smile full of shy eagerness, new awareness, excitement. She'd been gracing me with that smile all morning.

It had started when she entered the kitchen, Hannah still asleep. I was making coffee. Rachael looked wonderful in her nightshirt and bare feet. Now I knew what was under that nightshirt I noticed the subtle curves her small breasts made and appreciated her lovely calves, ankles, feet. She looked wonderful with her hesitant expression, her not knowing how to behave since the small kiss last night. I took great pleasure in drawing her into a hug. I loved how she hugged me back tightly, arms around my waist, and rested her cheek against my chest.

But I took huge pleasure in tilting her face up to me and brushing her lips in another soft kiss. "Morning," I said, caressing her cheek. The smile that broke out on her took my breath away.

Since that moment Rachael had graced me with smiles and eyes that glistened with newfound pleasure and confidence. Before my eyes Rachael was changing into a sensual girl and it thrilled me. It was wonderful to watch. It was thrilling to know I was the object of her attention. Our relationship had changed.

The field petered out transitioning to weeds and bushes. We followed a narrow path that seemed to disappear into the drooping branches of massive weeping willows. The ground sloped down and suddenly we were walking on lush grass. The languid river, no more than twenty feet across, bent around the grassy area in a crescent shape. Sun dappled the water where it penetrated the weeping willow canopy. Reeds flourished at the water's edge. The air temperature was noticeably cooler. In summer this was Eden.

Often in life single events have the power to shape perception, good or bad. An embarrassing event with a woman in a restaurant can shade your opinion of the restaurant itself and you never feel the desire to return despite excellent cuisine. The reverse is true, too. A wonderful experience can for ever bias your appreciation of the location or a film or a meal or a wine. And thus it was with me.

We'd been to this spot too many times to count. We'd cooled ourself in the river. We'd relaxed and enjoyed. But this time it was different, completely different.

I noticed it first when I shrugged the backpack to the ground and pulled out a blanket to spread out. Hannah in her boundless enthusiasm was kicking off sneakers and yanking her T-shirt off in a flurry of excitement. I'd seen it before.

But, when her shorts were shoved down and she revealed a two-piece bathing suit, I didn't see a child. I saw a little girl; a female.

When Rachael started unbuttoning her yellow blouse, her eyes peeking at me to see if I was watching, I saw a pleased smile emerge, a blouse open and the top of a blue and yellow bikini appear. The blouse, unlike her sister's T-shirt, was folded and placed on the blanket. As she bent I couldn't help but notice how that bikini top cradled her small breasts and I reacted.

She opened her jeans slowly, pretending to watch her sister hesitantly easing her feet into the river. Rachael was surprisingly sensual. When she pushed her jeans down, bending, revealing a compact small bottom and rather jaw-dropping gap at her crotch, the bikini bottoms hugging her pussy, I reacted strongly, gasping slightly at the sexy display.

Her smile grew even though she wasn't looking at me. She'd heard my appreciation.

Everything was different now, everything. I was not the same man I was last week. I was someone different, someone strange, unfamiliar. I was experiencing desires that were new and, in their inappropriateness, startlingly exciting and intense. It was disorienting and thrilling and scary.

Rachael, with water up to her knees and fingers stirring the surface of the river, glanced back at me and smiled. "Are you coming in? It's cool." Her eyes dropped to my jeans.

"Maybe," I answered. "Can you distract Hannah until I'm in?" I asked.

Rachael's smile grew into an understanding grin. "Sure. Don't take long."

I didn't. With my back to them my jeans hit the ground in record time. With Rachael being considerate and distracting Hannah I made it into the river.

The languid flow of the small river let algae grow. The riverbed, covered in stones of all sizes, was slippery. Standing was a challenge at the best of times. At its deepest it was only seven feet, thus diving was out. But jumping off my shoulders wasn't.

For half an hour or so Hannah used me ruthlessly as her platform for jumping, making cannon balls and adding sound effects, "Wheeeeee!"

Rachael was a bit more mature about the whole thing, swimming, smiling, laughing occasionally. Her demure mien, her artful maturity, was erased by my tickling and dunking and, for the next twenty odd minutes I was treated to two lovely girls crawling all over me in a failed attempt to drown me.

Innocence returned in the pure pleasure of our fun. But it fled as soon as the girls emerged from the river.

Lunch was simple; ham sandwiches with lettuce, mustard, tomato and mayo, a couple bags of chips, Pepsi in cans still cool from the fridge, and some chocolate chip cookies. It may have been plain but there was plenty of it and, like all picnics, it tasted better for being consumed outside.

I was a different man, though. I now noticed how Rachael sat with her legs together curled to her side. I noticed how that bikini top wasn't flat any more but gently mounded, and I knew what was underneath; small, sensual, with pale pink areolae and tiny nipples. I noticed how the front of her bikini bottoms were mounded by the delicate press of a young pubis and I knew what was underneath; a sensual mound dusted with silky chestnut pubes, a seductive cleft nestling a beautiful clitoris.

I noticed how Rachael's eyes would drift to mine even when she was in a conversation with Hannah and slide away with a twinkle of excitement, a small, private smile emerging.

It wasn't just Rachael either.

I had two girls with me, not two children. Hannah, full of the joy of life, scarfing food, talking with a full mouth, and expounding on how much fun it was to be here, be swimming, be eating a picnic, and be on summer holidays, sat cross-legged on the blanket. I couldn't help but notice that, for a nine year old, her pubis seemed to press rather firmly against the crotch of her bikini to the point where a little camel toe formed. I couldn't help but notice how the bikini was last year's and she'd grown enough that the gusset didn't quite cover her pussy, the edges of her hairless labia visible.

I ate, participating in both girls' enthusiasm and conversation while a part of my brain mulled over Rachael's admission that she'd actually fondled me when I was out with a fever. She actually held me and felt an erection form. The mental image aroused me so much.

As Rachael ate another bite of her sandwich I watched her lips move and remembered brushing mine against them in a gentle kiss. When she sipped from her Pepsi and her lips formed to the can, my mind took flight into extremely erotic territory, wondering what they'd feel like kissing another part of my anatomy.

I was a different man and for the rest of the afternoon I behaved out of character. I'd never been a touchy-feely guy. I would hug the girls or put my arm around them when sitting together, but that had been the limit. Now I couldn't get enough of them. Swimming after lunch I grabbed and hugged and, in moments when we'd just relax in the water, I caressed bare shoulders. I dunked and splashed and groped and misbehaved like the worst kid, and enjoyed myself more than I had in years.

I also grabbed both Hannah and Rachael's hand when we took the long hike home, my body cool from the swim and relaxed from exercise. Hannah skipped and talked endlessly. Rachael held my hand quietly, glancing up at me and smiling softly every so often, her eyes full of promise.

If I thought a day at the river would tire me, it didn't. It had the opposite effect. I felt energized, restored. So, while Hannah took a bath, I prepared a homemade pasta casserole - penne, roasted chicken, and cheese in a garlic-onion white sauce fragrant with herbs. Rachael helped.

"Did you have fun today?" I asked, Rachael peeling garlic while I chopped onions.

"Uh-huh. Hannah wants to go back tomorrow."

"Do you?" I asked, heating butter in a pot.

"Yeah. It felt good. Not tiring, you know?"

I agreed, dumping onions into the pot to sauté them. Rachael brought over the chopped garlic and deposited it into the pot, standing so close to my side we touched.

With a smile, I leaned against her slightly. She pressed herself to my side. When she saw me smile, she blushed beautifully, smiled shyly, and moved to the sink to rinse the cutting board.

The metamorphosis of our relationship was stunning in its speed. We slipped into a completely different relationship with ease, as if it had always been there hidden below the surface. I was simply charmed by this Rachael, the sexually aware young girl that seemed so adept at subtle communication. It thrilled me.

"Before you grate the cheese, can I have the flour and milk?" I asked.

Pasta boiled in a separate pot adding moist heat into the already hot kitchen. I busied myself making a roux for the sauce, adding rosemary and salt and pepper before the cheese. Rachael busied herself cleaning up after me. We chatted about the day, the summer ahead, school. When I finished the sauce, Rachael brought over the drained pasta and I mixed. She stood next to me watching. I hip-bumped her with a smile. She smiled and reciprocated.

Eventually the casserole was in the oven. Gurgling noise in the water pipes let us know Hannah was draining the bath. Rachael was leaning over the white ceramic sink washing both pots. For a few moments I stood and admired the shape of thirteen years on a girl. Bent slightly her rear gained a compact pear-shaped beauty held inside tight jeans. Moving up behind her, in an intimate gesture that reflected the feeling I'd been experiencing all day, I slipped my arms around her waist. At five-feet one she was small enough I could rest my chin on the top of her head. I did. She paused washing the pot.

Pulling her back into me, I kissed her crown, inhaling her scent. She leaned back against me in a silent signal. Her head turned to look back and up at me, dark brown eyes excited. The slight flush in her cheeks was not from hot water or the heat in the kitchen.

Smiling, I bent and brushed my lips against hers gently in another hugely arousing kiss.

"Beautiful," I whispered.

She smiled with pleasure and, before I could kiss her properly, something I now really wanted to do, the clatter of Hannah descending the stairs forced me to take a few steps back. By the time Hannah entered the kitchen I had my head in the fridge looking for a beer, thanking God my jeans were tight enough to hide the physical response I was suffering from.

FEELING REFRESHED AND COOL in her shorts and Tee, Hannah asked, "What's for dinner?" Her damp hair cooled her, too. Why was Rach so flushed? "You okay?" she asked.

"Yup. Just really hot," Rachael responded, waving her hand to blow air over her face. "I'm going to shower."

Hannah shoved Keith away from the door of the fridge. "S'cuse me," she said, reaching into the refrigerator for a Pepsi.

"Manners, Hannah!"

"I said excuse me," Hannah answered. She popped the can open.

TRYING NOT TO SMILE, I instructed Hannah, "Use a glass." With a twist, I removed the cap on my Miller beer and took a swig, enjoying the coolness.

"Kay," she agreed, tilting the can to her mouth imitating me. "What's for dinner?" she asked again after swallowing.

"Chicken pasta casserole with a salad."

"Yum! Let's eat. I'm hungry."

"It will be ready in forty minutes. You can help with the salad."

"No, I can't. I'm too young."

Smiling, I contradicted her. "No you're not. You need to learn early."

"I just showered. I don't want to get dirty," Hannah countered.

"Then wash your hands afterwards," I offered.

Hannah grinned. "I'm not allowed to use a knife."

"What do you need a knife for?"

"To cut the lettuce."

"Use your hands and tear the lettuce," I said, my smile growing at her recalcitrance.

"Oooh, yuck! Bare hands?"

She took another loud slurp of Pepsi from the can and parked her butt on a kitchen chair, her honey-brown eyes twinkling with mischief, legs swinging back and forth.

"It's your choice," I told her. "If you don't make salad we won't have any for dinner."

An hour later Hannah leaned back from the table and sighed. "That was goooood!"

Rachael let her fork rest on an almost empty plate and threw in her two cents worth. "It would have been even better with a salad."

Hannah, showing no shame, grinned. "What's for dessert?"

That evening, with windows open in case we got a breeze, the residual heat still mildly suffocating, and darkness outside, we sat in the living room watching our small television. The girls were happily engrossed in Two Broke Girls.

This heat wave was making me reconsider buying an air conditioner for the house. It seemed that year-by-year the weather was becoming hotter and drier. I couldn't remember it being this hot for so long.

Looking at both Rachael and Hannah, a wave of love hit me. I was so lucky to have them in my life. I only had to watch them to know the sacrifices I was making - no air conditioning, forgoing replacing the decrepit Bronco, and nursing old appliances that were long past their expected service life - were worth it. The farm was profitable. Every extra dollar was flowing into the savings account for their university education; something I'd been denied.

When Hannah started yawning I checked my watch; ten forty-two, late. "Bedtime," I announced.

"Aaw. Just another half an hour," Hannah pleaded.

"I thought you wanted to go swimming in the river and have another picnic tomorrow."

"I do!"

"Then it's bedtime now," I insisted.

"Fine! C'mon Rach," Hannah said grumpily.

I watched CNN for a while, finishing my third beer. Eventually I turned the television and lights off and climbed the stairs. I was tired, too.

Poking my head into Hannah's bedroom, I smiled when I saw her sound asleep, the sheet mostly off her, bedside light still on. Hannah never slept like most people. Instead of curled up or on her front, Hannah would sleep splayed out, arms outthrust, legs apart, one knee bent, her head half off the pillow.

Pulling the sheet up over her, moving her arms under the sheet, I bent and kissed her forehead. As I turned the light off, Hannah's arm flopped out.

At Rachael's door I knocked quietly.

"Come in."

Rachael was in bed, resting on her side, sheet covering her. She'd pulled her unruly curly chestnut mane into a thick ponytail. Dark liquid brown eyes looked at me.

I sat on the edge of her bed and, unable to help myself, rubbed her bare arm. "Everything okay?" I asked.

"Mmmm-hmmm," she murmured in response.

Bending, I kissed her cheek. This close I could detect the minty aroma of toothpaste. Still bent, she turned her face to me, beautiful eyes watching me, lips full, lush, so kissable. She watched me closely as I touched my lips to hers in a gentle kiss, slight pressure, lingering just long enough to stir desires.

"Hannah is asleep," I whispered.

Dark eyes watched me, beguiled me, seduced me. Arousal settled over me, desire, need.

My thumb traced the edge of her chin. "You slept in my bed before. Would you do it again now I'm not sick?" I asked, my heart racing for some reason.

Rachael studied me, her eyes locked on mine as if seeking, questioning, wondering.

"Just sleep. Nothing else," I reassured her.

"Kay," she whispered, sending chills through me.

Rising, I extended my hand. Rachael reached out from under the sheet and took it. The sheet slipped down. She pushed it aside with her other hand, turning, legs emerging.

She stood and took my breath away.

Rachael wore a white ribbed cotton camisole. It fit her snugly forming to her slender body. It emphasized the delicateness of her small breasts. It was stunning. Below, she wore matching white ribbed cotton bikini panties, her pubis pressing and mounding the front sensually. It was the first time I'd seen Rachael in lingerie. As simple as it was the effect was astonishing.

Plain white ribbed cotton communicated youth and sweetness. Yet the shape it revealed with such snugness, the budding sensuality of her body, was powerfully arousing. Seeing her partially undressed was in many ways much more erotic than seeing her naked. Perhaps that was because when she'd been naked she was unconscious. Standing, Rachael was anything but unconscious. Hesitant eyes watched me carefully as if expecting me to disapprove, or dislike, or not find attractive. Standing, Rachael was stunningly sexy and desirable. She made me ache with desire.

Maybe it wouldn't be just sleeping in my bed. "I can't believe how beautiful you've become," I said in a whisper with a smile, pulling her hand.

She followed me holding my hand. I led her to bed and wished it was for ever, not just one night. That thought brought me up short. It tempered the fever of arousal enough for me to understand how close I was to taking advantage of her trust, her love. It would be too easy to go too far too fast and ruin what was proving to be an intensely enjoyable experience.

Rachael was awkward when she slipped into bed, a little stiff, unsure how to behave, what to do. I reached for her, drew her beautiful young body to me, wrapped her in a loose, gentle embrace and, smiling, kissed her softly.

It broke her hesitancy. She hugged me and kissed me back. I caressed a slender back and ended the kiss. She pressed herself into me, her toes finding my legs, her face finding my neck. Warm breath wafted against me.

"Night," I whispered.

She must have been surprised as her response was a long time coming. She finally whispered, "Goodnight."

Morning dawned. I awoke to two dark brown eyes watching me from the pillow next to me. She smiled shyly, her eyes sparkling. Her smile blossomed when I spoke.

"Wow. I really like waking up to seeing you."

"Thanks," she whispered.

Lifting myself, I leaned over and kissed her softly, a good morning kiss. I loved it.

"You better get back to your room before Hannah wakes up."

In the shower I let my self-restraint go and pictured her as she walked out of my bedroom, her gorgeous young rear caressed by ribbed cotton panties, the gentle swell of barely pubescent breasts against her camisole, her long, long slender legs, her hypnotic dark eyes and the adoration in them. In the shower, a soapy hand caressing my erection, I felt her kiss again. In the shower, head bent, eyes closed, I experienced a beautiful orgasm, pleasure cascading over me, heart racing. Even more interesting was, after the orgasm faded, it left behind desire and need and want and excitement. The climax had not sated my attraction to Rachael.

Chapter Five

Hannah raced on ahead as we made our way back to the river and our private swimming spot. Rachael walked at my side. She walked closer to me now, occasionally brushing against me. I liked it. Her beige shorts left long legs uncovered and hugged two rather sexy young buttocks. The pink T-shirt hung loosely hiding her shape underneath. We walked slowly, me with the backpack slung over one arm.

Insects buzzed and whined loudly in the silence. Occasional puffs of air promised a breeze but failed to deliver. Rachael was quiet. She had been all morning.

"A penny?" I offered.

She smiled. "I was thinking of watching you sleep this morning."

"And?" I encouraged.

When she didn't continue, I nudged her with an elbow. "And?"

"I liked it."

Arousal is an odd emotion. When it's mild it titillates and teases and enhances attraction. As it strengthens it makes blood rush, the heart beat faster, and desire emerges. When arousal is at its height it lowers inhibitions, mutes better judgement, seduces morals with promises of more, and makes the otherwise unthinkable thinkable.

I was at the stage where I knew what I wanted. I wasn't trying to deny my sexual attraction to Rachael. I wasn't being dishonest with myself nor pretending to be anything other than what I was, infatuated with her, with her budding adolescence, with her amazingly sexy body, and charmed beyond belief by the sweetest girl I knew.

I hadn't reached the stage where common sense was lost, but the memory of a small birthmark on the right side of her sexy pussy was a constant companion. Thus, with Hannah racing ahead, I took the opportunity to be honest with Rachael.

In a low voice I started by reminding her just how much I loved waking up with her next to me. I talked about loving her and Hannah and about how my love had changed towards her. I was honest about how attracted I was to her and how wrong it was. I told her how much I wanted her, even if it meant waiting until she was older. I reluctantly told her we could go back to the way things were, perhaps, but I didn't want to.

And as we neared the weeping willows, I told her it was her decision. She would decide what she wanted, not me, but whatever she wanted would get my wholehearted support.

Through the day I could see her thinking. Rachael was a very smart girl, bright beyond her years. She was slightly distanced from Hannah and me as we played and splashed and cooled off. She was quiet on the walk back and quiet through dinner.

She showed me what decision she'd reached that night. I stopped by Hannah's room and wished her a goodnight. Hannah was happily exhausted again. She could go all day but when she hit the wall she would fall asleep, no matter where she was. I stopped by Rachael's room and for the first time hesitated. She'd been distant all day. I'd clearly made her uncomfortable with my confession. Knowing that, I didn't knock or enter, choosing to turn away. I went to bed saddened.

Sleep would not come. Pale moonlight lit the bedroom in monotones hiding the age of the furniture and making it look better than it was. Lace curtains stirred every so often with a breeze that teased by never reaching me. The forecast of three days of heat before a change in the weather had been revised to one week before rain would fall.

I almost missed the soft knock. My heart jumped.

"Yes?" I called out just above a whisper.

The door opened slowly, silently. She looked ethereal in her sleeveless white cotton nightie. Long pale bare legs seemed to go on for ever. Her arms were slim. Curly chestnut hair tumbled over one shoulder in a loose ponytail. Dark chocolate eyes looked at me. She was gorgeous.

I held my breath.

"Can I sleep in your bed?" she asked quietly.

With a sigh - Rachael had made her decision - I lifted the sheet up in an invitation. "Of course you can," I answered with a smile.

She flashed a nervous smile at me and ran to the bed, slipping underneath the sheet. Big dark brown eyes looked at me, unsure, sweet, excited.

The pure pleasure I experienced from simply reaching out and pulling Rachael into a hug, body to body, was enough. She was petite, slender, and fit me perfectly. She wafted floral soap at me. Her young body was warm and alive. I liked caressing her back. I loved how she pressed herself to me when she felt my desire, my erection strongly sandwiched between us. And I adored how she turned her face up to me, her eyes full of longing.

The kiss was exquisite. Holding her young body tightly, lips touched, silky soft and warm and welcoming. My eyes closed as I concentrated on her mouth, slightly parting my lips. Rachael responded, her lips parting. When the tip of her tongue carefully touched the tip of mine the shudder that coursed through me was deep and thrilling. A desire to plunge my tongue into her mouth stormed in. I didn't.

My palm found the sensual curve of her rear and, as we kissed, I pulled her lower body tighter to mine, pressing her sensually against my erection. I ached with desire for her, with need.

The beautiful first kiss ended. Opening my eyes I found Rachael staring at me.

"How did you learn to kiss so well?" I asked in a whisper.

A smile of pride blossomed on her pretty face. "This was my first real kiss," she answered.

"Wow. I can't imagine what it'll be like when you've practiced."

Pleasure flushed into her cheeks. Holding her slender body tightly, we kissed again, and again, and again, my erection throbbing and aching and crying out for attention. I ignored it. It was too soon. But I explored the shape of a thirteen-year-old bottom over her nightie, the curve of her spine, her prominent shoulder blades, and the back of her neck. I caressed and fondled and, like a blind man, mapped the perfection of her. In my arms she was petite and sweet.

Eventually our kissing ended. Sexy snuggling ensued. Breathing calmed. Night noises returned. Eventually I fell asleep with a beautiful young girl in my arms and a strong erection influencing my dreams.

Dawn's first light woke me. When I opened my eyes I beheld Rachael on her side watching me.

"Morning," she said.

"Did you sleep?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

Reaching out, I caressed her bare arm. "Do you always wake up so early?"

She smiled. "No. Just when I'm in your bed. I like watching you sleep."

"I like waking up to you," I responded, earning a flushed smile of pleasure. "Can I kiss you good morning?"

When Rachael nodded, I turned and rose up, pressing her flat onto her back. Looming over her, I smiled, bent and lips touched. I watched the wonderful play of emotions in her beautiful eyes; hesitancy followed by anticipation followed by pleasure, relief, enjoyment. When excitement entered those magnetic eyes at the touch of my tongue on her lips, she parted her lips to respond. I ended the kiss before she could.

"Time to rise," I said. "You need to go back to your room before Hannah wakes up."

Smiling at her disappointment, I rolled out of bed and took my renewed erection into the bathroom. Relief was quick to arrive.

Monday morning was spent inspecting the southeast fields for seedcorn beetles and other infestation that can decimate young corn plants. It was mindless work walking up and down furrows between the new stalks, bending to check insect-damaged leaves and sampling the soil. My mind, only partly busy, lingered on the amazing sensual experience of having Rachael in bed with me. I suffered a partial erection that strengthened every time I recalled the feeling of her slender body pressed to mine. Need inside me felt like an addiction; a desperate desire to repeat the experience, for more, much, much more.

RACHAEL PUTTERED ABOUT IN the house, straightening up, washing breakfast dishes, and generally paying little attention to what she was doing. Her mind was filled with kisses and sleeping in his bed and erections that felt so huge and hard against her.

She was restless and antsy and she knew why - she was horny. She'd been horny since last night, his hug and kisses so sexy. She'd been horny when he teased her this morning with a kiss. It wasn't just a physical horniness either. Her mind was swirling with sensations; his lips, his hands caressing her back and butt, his body so large and solid next to her.

She couldn't get the sharp memory of holding his erection when he was sick out of her head. She could still feel it in her hand, thick, pulsing, alive.

It was like a volcano inside her; pressure desperate for release. Keith was so sexy in a gentle yet firm way. She knew how strong he was yet in his arms he held her gently. When he looked at her with those blue eyes burning with something, like this morning, it made her melt and physically tremble. It was almost as if he was only just controlling himself and that thrilled her.

"Rach! Where are you?" Hannah called out.

"In here."

"Where?"

"The living room!"

Hannah walked in. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning," Rachael answered, glancing around the room to see if anything needed straightening.

"I'm bored. Let's do something."

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Something fun." Hannah thought for a moment and suggested, "We could swing in the back yard or . . . or go swimming again or . . . play a game!"

"I don't feel like it," Rachael snapped, on edge and still horny.

Hannah looked shocked at the sharpness of her sister's response. "What's the matter?" she asked.

Embarrassed at her tone, Rachael forced a smile on her face. "Sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. It's the heat," she lied, fluffing her T-shirt. "Let's use the swing until we come up with something else to do."

"Kay!"

A SCREAM OF LAUGHTER cut through the air as I neared the farmhouse. It made me smile. There was no mistaking Hannah. She had a contagious laugh full of pleasure and sweetness. I was sweating. Not yet noon, the heat was still building.

The sight of Rachael pushing her sister on the swing to dangerous heights was my first glimpse of them. Rachael looked sexy in cut-off jeans and white T-shirt, her slender thighs showing, long legs, sandals. The T-shirt moved as she pushed the swing, alternately tightening against her small breasts and falling loose, hiding them. Desire raced back at me.

They spotted me. Rachael reacted by blushing slightly. Hannah yelled at me in excitement.

"Keith! Watch this!"

She proceeded to give me a heart attack, leaping off the swing as it swung forward and flying through the air before landing on her feet with a slight stumble.

"Hannah! What the heck do you think you're doing! You could have hurt yourself!"

"Well I didn't! It's fun. Wanna try?" she asked.

"No. And I don't want you to do it any more. We don't need a broken leg."

Shaking my head and trying not to smile lest I encourage her, I headed to the equipment shed; the 4-wheel Honda ATV needed a new clutch installed. It had arrived last week but I hadn't had time to do the work. Now I wanted the ATV to get around in this heat.

The shed, all forty feet of it, was dark and stifling. Sunbeams leaked through small cracks in the wood-slatted walls, dust motes dancing in the beams. The shed smelled musty and full of vapors from gas and oil - the scent of machinery.

Half an hour later the ATV was on its side, the gear and clutch assembly exposed and ready for extraction. Sweat poured down my face and soaked my back. With every slip of the wrench and every drop of the screwdriver from slippery fingers my temper climbed. I wasn't angry. It was the sweltering heat that shortened my patience, made me cuss, and urged me to kick the damn machine.

"I thought you could use this," came from behind me.

Glancing over my shoulder the sight of Rachael extending a glass of water and ice, the sides frosted with condensation, was like seeing an angel of mercy. Her smile magically erased all the frustration from my body. Wiping my hands with a dirty rag, I took the proffered glass, drank deeply feeling the icy coolness slip down inside, drained the glass, sighed and handed it back wishing I could have another.

"Jesus that was good," I exclaimed.

"It's almost lunch time," Rachael said. She turned to leave.

Reaching out, I stopped her with a hand on her slender shoulder, turning her back towards me. "Where's Hannah?"

"She's still on the swing," Rachael answered, her eyes big, wondering why I asked.

Without explaining I drew her into me, smiling, wrapping my arms around her. I bent my head and she graced me with the most wonderful smile when she understood my intentions.

The kiss had me hard. Silken lips touched mine. Pressure increased, and Rachael surprised me. She moaned as if starved for a kiss, pressed her young body to mine, parted her lips and a sexy little tongue probed at my mouth. Her hands clutched my hips. Her eyes closed. Her tongue eased into my mouth and left me dizzy and reeling and achingly erect.

I watched her rump moving sensually under cut-off jeans as she headed back to the farmhouse. When she disappeared from sight I was still standing, staring, an erection tight in my jeans, desire raging like a fever in me. Did seduction come naturally to young girls? Or was she innocent of how deeply she was affecting me?

An hour later I heard Hannah calling me to lunch just as the cover housing the new clutch was tightened closed. Hauling the ATV upright, I started it. The roar sounded loud in the shed. It worked flawlessly in the test run to the back door. I was rather pleased. Despite the frustration, I'd just saved three hundred dollars in labor the local dealer wanted to charge.

"You're not eating like that!" Rachael declared when I stepped into the kitchen.

"What?" I asked.

"Go wash and change your shirt. You're covered in grease."

Looking at myself, I smiled sheepishly. I was filthy. "Be right back," I said. In the bathroom, scrubbing my hands and forearms, I paused. It occurred to me that that was the first time Rachael acted so much like a . . . like a what? Grinning, I got it. Like the female head of the house. Like I was hers to order around. How exciting!

"Sorry, sweetheart," I said with a grin, loving the blush that dusted her cheeks.

"Sorry about what?" Hannah asked, climbing into a kitchen chair.

"He was dirty," Rachael answered, bringing two plates over to the table. Tuna sandwiches for lunch.

That night, hot and stifling despite my open bedroom window, I listened to an owl hoot. The house was quiet except for occasional creaks old homes always had. I waited.

The light tap on my door sent my heart spiking. It opened silently. Rachael slipped in closing the door carefully behind her. I stopped breathing. She was back in her short ribbed cotton camisole and matching panties, but this time they were a powder blue. In the strong light of a full moon they showcased her coltish body.

I was erect by the time she slipped into bed. I was slightly dizzy by the time she moved across to me. I was desperate by the time she pressed herself to me, her sexy young body warm and alive, her scent all clean and soapy, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I don't think I can do this any more," I said without explanation, without thinking. The shock in her face hit me like a slap. I immediately realized what I'd just said. "No, Rachael. That's not what I meant."

Caressing her curly chestnut hair, silky soft, I explained. "I meant I don't think I can control myself any more. I know I said we'd go at your speed, but I want you too much. I can't help it. That kiss in the shed almost had me tossing you to the floor and taking advantage of you. I want you so much it hurts."

"Me, too," she whispered.

It didn't register at first. "You too?"

Rachael nodded, her eyes watching me, so pretty.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

In the quiet of the night our kiss started soft and gentle. My hand slipped up under her camisole to caress the skin of her back. Small kisses slowly grew longer. Rachael moaned and squirmed when I sucked her full lower lip and tongues emerged to play.

Slipping my hand down her slender back I discovered the sensual swell of her bottom. When I eased my fingertips under the waist of her panties, when my erection pulsed and strained against her tummy, Rachael's hand burrowed down between us. As she felt the shape of my erection over my boxers, I slipped my hand fully inside her panties and held the sexiest small ass in the world. Her buttocks were cool and silky to the touch, mounded sensually, the natural crevasse deep and alluring.

Rachael added sound to our kiss with a quiet, "Mmmm," her hand fishing into my boxers.

The kiss broke suddenly. "Oh Lord that feels good," I whispered when her small hand wrapped around my shaft and squeezed. Withdrawing my hand from her cotton panties, I eased it up under her camisole bringing the hem up with me. I leaned away from her to give me room, brought my hand around to her front, eased it up and, with a shudder of pleasure, cupped her bare breast, so perfectly petite and firm, a perfect palmful. The erotic thrill that shook me was deep, my need impossible to deny.

Pressing her onto her back, I leaned over her. "Can I kiss them?" I asked. With her nod of assent I drew the hem up, looked down and sighed. My God they were beautiful. Even on her back they held their sensual shape. Bending, I kissed the tip of one then the other, a light brush of my lips. Her little nipples were hard.

Moving back to the first, holding the hem of her camisole up, I pressed my lips to her breast, opened my mouth and sucked her areola, my tongue teasing the nipple. Rachael reacted, her body writhing as she gasped quietly. Her hand burrowed down, fishing into my boxers to grasp my shaft.

I was slippery, precum leaking. Her caressing hand sent a wave of pleasure through me. Reaching down, I removed it. "Too close," I whispered to her.

Moving up, we kissed again, soft pecks, loving, a little nibble bringing a smile to her face. Every touch, murmur, kiss, and smile relaxed her. It relaxed me, too. The edge of my orgasm receded, the blinding fog of desire dissipating.

Rachael's stomach was not perfectly flat. It had a very subtle swell just below her navel, very sexy. My fingers touched her panties. Trembling slightly, my hand slipped lower to cover the remarkable rise of her pubis. It slipped lower when Rachael eased her legs apart and there I was, cupping the sexiest pussy in the world. It barely filled my palm, soft and sensual. When I squeezed it gently it yielded, plump, ripe, sexy. Rachael moaned quietly.

"How does this feel?" I asked.

Her response was a shy smile. She reached down and pulled my hand away from her pussy. "I'm too close," she whispered.

Her admission thrilled me. I found it so erotic. A young girl close to cumming from my touch? Wonderful. Wonderful. Bending close, I whispered in her ear. "How about we make each other cum?" I suggested.

"Kay."

She reached down seeking my boxers. I slipped my hand down her stomach and eased my fingertips under the waist of her panties, held my breath, and slipped my hand inside.

Silken pubic hair greeted me. A sensual mound teased my hand. A closed cleft pressed to my middle finger. Rachael's hand curled around my aching erection. I pulsed. She squeezed.

With soft pubic hairs brushing against my palm, the tip of my middle finger touched moisture. Rachael was leaking! The moisture was slippery and hot and intensely erotic. She shuddered when I curled my finger, drawing the tip back up, easing it slightly between her labia to caress her clitoris. The small nub felt larger to me. Circling it, caressing it, I leaned over Rachael and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed.

"This is so exciting," I told her. "Can you cum for me?" I whispered, my mouth so close to hers I was inhaling her breath.

Her hand squeezed my erection harder in response, her hips twitching up. I caressed her clit alternating with a gentle squeeze of her entire pussy, caressing, squeezing, caressing, squeezing.

"Stroke me, please," I asked.

Her hand inside my boxers stroked hesitantly. It caught some precum and became slippery. Her stroking gained confidence and Lord did it feel good. I knew I was close. Heaviness and pressure in my groin told me I could let go at any point. Only one thing was holding me back.

Kissing Rachael's cheek, I whispered, "Please cum with me, Rachael. I can't last any more."

As if I'd thrown a switch with my whisper, Rachael eyes closed. She inhaled sharply, her mouth open. She froze, gasped, her legs snapping together. Her body curled up in a spasm and she cried out, suddenly climaxing at my caress. It was stunning and beautiful.

Her sweet climax triggered mine. With my face nestled to her neck, my cock swelled, ached. Time stood still for a microsecond and I came, semen racing up to erupt into my boxers bringing utter pleasure. Unable to breathe, another stronger wave hit me.

"Rachael!" I gasped. Cum exploded in an agonizing pulse of ecstasy, the pent up arousal finally released. Hunching my hips to stimulate myself, I fucked her hand, semen erupting, pleasure thundering through me, humping and cumming, humping and cumming in exquisite ecstasy until, suddenly, too soon, my orgasm peaked and faded. My humping slowed and stopped, heart racing, boxers soaked.

Peace permeated me, a languid melting feeling. I cupped Rachael's pussy inside her panties and let myself catch my breath. Rachael panted, her heaving chest slowly calming. I rested my face into her neck and inhaled her scent. Her hand combed through my hair, her other hand holding my fading erection.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a soft voice.

"Uh-huh."

Her hand caressed the back of my neck in a proprietary way. I had a new lover in my life and I couldn't have been happier.

Chapter Six

RACHAEL HUMMED AS SHE washed the breakfast dishes. She tried to wipe the smile off her face and couldn't. Music from the radio on the counter made her want to dance. She was happy. She had a lover!

Washing the frying pan and staring out the kitchen window, she saw nothing. A flush of arousal hit her. Holding Keith's erection had been so surprisingly sexy. But feeling him cum, feeling his erection swell and jerk in her hand, hot wetness spreading inside his boxers, was just about the most arousing experience she'd ever had.

Rachael squeezed her legs together again. Damn she was so horny her panties felt damp.

"What 'cha so happy about?" Hannah asked as she strolled into the kitchen.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie. You were humming. You only hum when you're really happy," Hannah said leaning on the counter and studying Rachael's face. "Why are you blushing?" she added, now suspicious.

"I'm not! It's the heat. And you're right. I'm happy because it's summer vacation and we have tons of time without school," Rachael offered as she tried to cover.

"Kay. Me, too! Can you braid my hair? It's so hot I want it out of the way."

Placing the clean frying pan on the drainer, Rachael rinsed her hands and turned off the water. Her panties felt uncomfortable now. "Let me go to the bathroom first and then I'll braid it."

She wondered what would happen with Keith tonight. Man she was wet!

FOR THE FIRST TIME in over a week a breeze stirred the lace curtains. Even though it was hot, air movement was refreshing and welcome. The house was silent. Occasional cloud cover would bring pitch black when it obscured the moon followed by a return to ghostly pale gray. I was eagerly waiting for Rachael to arrive, my bedroom door left ajar for her.

Today she'd behaved a bit oddly and I couldn't figure out why. She responded to my fondling her butt with pleasure, a giggle and a blush, yet pushed my hand away. We'd never found a private moment so I hadn't kissed her, which was something I was now eager to correct.

Hannah had been full of beans, endlessly energetic, and full of ideas; we should swim again, go to town for ice cream, go see The Avengers again, should swim again, "It's stinking hot, Keith." She'd looked very cute with twin braids that fell forward over her shoulders.

Where was Rachael?

I was pleased with the natural insect repellant I was testing on the east field. Growing organic corn was a dicey occupation. It was stressful, constantly holding one's breath that an infestation might take hold and stunt growth, especially now when the crop was young and vulnerable.

Where was she?

Pulling the sheet aside, I got up and headed to her room, the old floorboards creaking with my passing. Her door was closed. I knocked softly and opened it. Rachael was in bed.

Slipping in, I sat on her bed and reached for her hand. "What's up? I was waiting for you," I said.

"I got my period. I didn't think you wanted me to come since we couldn't do stuff," she whispered, her eyes turned away from me.

Two thoughts hit me; first, shock that Rachael was fertile, second, that she thought the only reason I wanted her in my bed was to do sexy things. I shoved aside the first for further contemplation. But the second needed to be addressed immediately.

"Rachael, honey," I said, turning her face towards me. Smiling, I told her, "You are just about the silliest girl I've ever known. How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time? Do you think I like having you sleep with me just so we can fool around?"

Her eyes grew wider.

Chuckling, I bent and kissed her cheek and whispered, "I want you in my bed because I love cuddling and kissing. I love having you sleep next to me. I love waking up with you. We don't have to do anything and I'd still be happy. Come," I instructed with a pull of her hand.

A pretty girl with a bright smile of pride trailed after me, closing my bedroom door quietly. Rachael slid under the sheet and cuddled. We kissed and hugged, our legs intertwining. I was happy.

Cuddled, waiting for sleep to arrive, Rachael spoke quietly. "Do you think I could get the pill?"

The calmness of my answer belied the violence of my internal response. Rolling onto my back and hugging her to my side, I answered, "Okay. But only if you're sure that's what you want."

"I'm sure."

Silence returned. Pale light lit the ceiling. Rachael's warm breath wafted against me. The strength of my erection was truly amazing. I hadn't consciously given thought to how far our intimate relationship might go, but now there was no doubt in my mind. With one question Rachael had told me she wanted to go all the way and now I couldn't get the thought out of my mind - making love with her? Oh yes.

Against my side she felt petite and delicate, like the child she still was. Yet in my mind I saw the emerging sensuality that contrasted with her youth; perfect small breasts just budding, firm and sexy, and a stunningly sexy pubis with its cute pubic bush, still too fresh to completely cover her mons. The dichotomy was painfully arousing, hugely attractive.

Lying in bed with a hard, hard erection, and Rachael asleep and cuddled to my side, I decided I wouldn't last a month until the pill kicked in. It was going to be pure torture waiting for her period to finish. Smiling to myself, I decided I'd buy some condoms for the first time in years. Damn I was horny.

RAIN FELL WITH THE sound of rushing water from a faraway waterfall, faint music. It had rained all day from dull skies forcing Rachael to stay inside. It brought no relief from the heat, adding uncomfortable humidity instead.

Rachael cuddled closer to Keith's side, tugging the sheet down to cool off. She loved being in his bed and sleeping with him. At first she'd been surprised he still wanted her to sleep with him even though her period prevented them from fooling around. Then she'd realized, with a burst of joy, that he liked being with her. He must love her as much as she loved him.

She felt so mature, so grown up, to be sleeping in his bed. It was exciting, comfortable, right. Briefly she wondered what Hannah would think if she knew.

Pressing herself against him, liking the pressure against her breasts, she felt him caress her back. Keith was awake. This was her third day. One or two more and her period would be finished. Then what? Would they make love?

Rachael rubbed the soft hair on his chest, her hand idly following the thin line of hair down to his navel, her mind occupied with what it might be like to really have sex. The thought excited her.

Her hand nudged against his erection. She paused. Keith's horny! When he inhaled sharply and his erection flexed, she wished she didn't have her period, the memory of him touching her pussy, rubbing her, suddenly strong.

She went back to playing with his chest, liking its hardness, broad, strong. She could pretend like they were married, this was their farm, their bed, her man. Rachael smiled. Damn, she really, really wished her period was finished.

His hand caressed her back. It was gentle and loving and familiar and very, very nice. Suddenly she wanted to kiss him. Rising, she leaned over him. In the moonlight his eyes were pale gray not blue, piercing and sexy.

"I need a kiss," she whispered. His languid smile sent shivers through her. She leaned in. Lips touched. It was electric. She couldn't stop herself from pressing her mouth to his, slipping the tip of her tongue along his lips. He tasted delish. Her hand moved down to rest over his erection.

He groaned and removed her hand. The kiss ended. "Why?" she asked.

"Rachael, honey, I'm too horny."

With a shiver of excitement, Rachael asked, "Would you like me to stroke you like last time? Could I watch you cum? I've wondered what it looks like when a guy cums."

Keith moaned, still holding her hand away from his erection.

"I really want to see. Please?" When he didn't answer she asked again, "Keith? Please?"

"Okay," he answered.

Smiling and excited, she kissed him lightly, sat up and reached for the waist of his boxers. "Lift," she instructed and peeled them down, her eyes locked on the first sight of his erection, the first sight of any erection.

It was different from what she'd imagined when she'd held it two days ago. The shaft was thick, the top mushroomed-shaped. It moved without her touching it, rising from his flat stomach. Looking at it, she decided it was longer and bigger than she'd believed and that excited her for some reason. It looked manly, adult, mature, hers if she wanted. She wanted.

Her hand shook when she reached down, curling her fingers around the shaft, fingertips not quite meeting. It pulsed, alive in her hand, the crown swelling. It was warm and soft to the touch, yet rigid underneath.

Rachael settled back against his side, pressing her now aching breasts to him, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. She loved his gentle caress, his hand light against her back. Staring at his erection, she stroked gently, once - down and up. It flexed in her hand. A clear bead of liquid oozed from the tip. What was it?

His whisper, "Rachael," when she swiped her thumb over the clear bead made her smile. He said it with such passion, such love. Her thumb, now slippery, caressed his crown. She liked how it responded, swelling, the shaft flexing, his hand now gripping her bum.

Wanting more, she stroked his shaft again, down and up, another bead oozing out. This was so sexy and fun. It was like she was milking him. Her thumb slipped over the bead, collected the clear liquid and spread it around. Now the whole crown was slippery. Bringing her hand up, she rubbed the tip with her palm, formed a fist and slipped it down over the tip, down the shaft, squeezing as she went.

"Jeeezus," he moaned.

Rachael smiled with pride. She was doing it! She was making him feel good. She was bringing him off! Tightening her grip she stroked up, all the way up to gather slippery liquid, reversing, spreading the liquid down his shaft. Suddenly everything was slippery. Her hand glided easily, up, down, squeeze, up, down, squeeze, up, collect more liquid, down.

His orgasm took her by surprise she was so immersed in this new experience. His erection twitched in her hand. It swelled, the crown expanding, and a small pearlescent drop flowed from the tip. It swelled again and, when Keith groaned, a huge spurt of white semen exploded, launching up to splatter onto his stomach. She forgot to stroke him, too amazed. Another spurt exploded. She stroked his shaft as it expanded again, his hips rising to thrust his erection through her fist. Semen exploded, thick, whitish in the moonlight, splashing down on his stomach, viscous liquid collecting in his navel. She stroked in time with his hip thrusts fascinated at the sight of him cumming. Eventually the pulses became weaker and weaker until only throbs remained, his penis softening slightly but still engorged.

She liked his kiss after cleaning up the mess. It was soft and loving. She adored his thank you, so heartfelt. She loved how he rolled and spooned her, holding her tight, thanking her again in a whisper. She loved him, her man, her lover.

She was still smiling when sleep arrived, the soft patter of rain a hypnotic sound inducing drowsiness.

IT WAS AN AGONIZING day. Standing in Carbondale Pharmacy and staring at the shelf of condoms I was beset by a multitude of emotions. Since when were there so many choices? How did you tell one brand from the other? Should I get 'ribbed for her pleasure'? Lubricated? Should I buy some K-Y? Would I need some? It was all rather confusing.

"Mr. Lomas, your prescription is ready."

Glancing back at the pharmacist, I nodded and turned away from the condoms. Was I blushing? It hit me when he mentioned the prescription: it was for Rachael's pills. What would it look like if I bought condoms and personal lubrication at the same time I was paying for her birth control? Shit!

Mumbling and paying, hoping he wasn't psychic, I took the package and left. Rachael and Hannah were where I'd left them, scarfing ice cream in the cafe. Hannah greeted me with a big grin of pleasure and strawberry ice cream on her cheek. Rachael smiled shyly when I handed her the white stapled bag.

"What is it?" Hannah asked.

"Something for cramps," Rachael answered, hiding the bag below the table.

"Is that why you had to see the doctor?" Hannah asked, taking a spoonful of ice cream.

"Eat up. We need to hit the grocery store," I ordered, saving Rachael further embarrassment. An hour later we were piling large paper bags into the rear of the Bronco, Hannah was begging me to take her swimming, Rachael was subdued, and my mind was nowhere near the Bronco.

"I'll be right back. I forgot something," I said. "Load the rest of the groceries, would you?"

Returning to Safeway I made a beeline for the personal hygiene section. I'd caught a glimpse of some condoms when passing. Jesus, even the grocery store had a big selection. Reaching, I grabbed a package and paused. Checking the package it made me think; would I need more than six? Twelve? More? Damn! I switched for the bulk pack, grabbed a bottle of K-Y, refused to look the teenage cashier in the eyes when I paid, and shoved the plastic bag into my pocket before heading back to the car.

It was like carrying hot coals. Throughout the drive home all I could think about was that package in my pocket. For four days Rachael had cuddled with me at night, kissing and necking, and even given me a mind-bending hand job. Her period ended suddenly - something to do with it being erratic. The doctor's appointment was made, prescription filled and birth control would be effective, Rachael had been advised, in four weeks time to be on the safe side.

I had an erection that wouldn't quit and Rachael's shy smiles were killing me. I couldn't remember wanting someone so badly and her youthfulness, only thirteen, intensified my desire.

"Swimming it is," I announced suddenly, the wind blowing through the open window, hot and desert-dry.

"Yay!" Hannah exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air.

An hour later playing a rambunctious game of tag in a cool river and the air filled with screams and shrieks, I finally lost my erection, distracted by the utter pleasure of two girls having fun.

It returned in full force when Rachael quietly opened my bedroom door that night, closing it behind her, her eyes shining in the moonlight, her shy excited smile devastatingly attractive. I recognized the white ribbed cotton camisole and matching panties. I reacted to the small mounds on her chest. I lusted for the small mound of her pussy pressing seductively against cotton, the youthful gap so sexy.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I held up the edge of the sheet for her and reviewed my plan. Over the past few days, in those moments when arousal wasn't directing my thoughts, I'd developed the plan to seduce Rachael - although seduction wasn't really needed. I wanted her to feel the excitement and anticipation of love and intimacy, the tingle of nerves that comes when you're on the precipice of doing something new, sex, intercourse.

I also wanted her first time to be special and something she'd never, ever forget or regret. I wanted it to be so transcendent she'd embrace sex as a celebration of affection, not a dirty dark secret to be kept in the shadows of her psyche. It was selfish of me. However, if I could make her first time wonderful it would ease that tiny guilt that niggled at me, a guilt at being so attracted by her youth.

My plan was detailed and involved a steady escalation of intimacy gradually leading her down the path of sexual exploration and culminating, in a couple of days, in intercourse.

But my plan hit a slight hitch, a bump in the road as it were, and it slipped off the rails with startling speed. It was the smudge of a damp spot that did it.

"You smell wonderful," I told Rachael, drawing her into my arms. She'd put some perfume on, or perhaps deodorant, the scent a light floral one with a trace of . . . cucumber; delicious and edible. Her bright, shy smile was beautiful and made my heart patter. She eagerly slipped across the bed to press herself to me.

Caressing a stupendously gorgeous, petite, panty-covered ass, I watched her eyes widen in surprise when she discovered I was naked. Her hand left my back and reached down between us. Her gentle grip almost crossed my eyes.

"You're naked," she said in a statement of the obvious.

"You're not," I responded, with a smile. "May I correct that?"

Rachael, with a gentle squeeze of my shaft, a squeeze that partially emptied my brain of rational restraint, bit the corner of her lip and nodded. "Uh-huh."

Dark exotic eyes watched me. I rolled her onto her back, the sheet slipping down to reveal her sexy white cotton camisole. Small perky breasts pressed against the cotton screaming for a touch, a kiss, a fondle. I touched her perky perfection, caressing with the edge of my thumb, exploring the sensual rise, the faint bump of her small nipple, her amazing youthful firmness.

Bending close I inhaled her breath, sweet and clean, mouths almost touching. I could hear her breathe. I heard her breath hitch when I drew the hem of her camisole up. Our lips touched lightly. She arched her back, the camisole collecting under her arms.

When the soft kiss ended, Rachael wriggled, her arms rising, the camisole slipping over her head, her thick curly chestnut hair spreading over the pillow. I looked down.

Perfection is rare. But if it existed Rachael's small breasts came close. This close to her, studying every inch of their creamy beauty, I noticed a small light brown blemish on the outside of her right breast, a birthmark that matched the one on her pubis. It made her breasts even more spectacular.

On her back, two petite breasts held their shape, mounding gently, light pink areolae and tiny hard nipples.

"Just gorgeous," I whispered, bending to take one into my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue teasing her nipple. Her breast was so firm, so young, so unbelievably sexy. Rachael moaned quietly. Her fingers combed into my hair. I sucked again, my erection damp and slippery where it pressed to her side.

Moving to the second and taking more perky perfection into my mouth, I noticed her areola on the first was now darker, flushed with blood and raised, a small mound topping her breast. It was so damned arousing to see her body react.

I kissed her chest between small breasts and kissed lower, edging the sheet down as I moved, kissing her navel, her lower stomach, and with a shudder, the sexy rise of her mons pressing against soft cotton panties, my hands caressing her sides, feeling the narrowness of her hips and the sensual swell of her buttocks where they pressed to the bed.

Kneeling, I moved between her legs and sat on my heels. White cotton stretched over her mons. Pale moonlight and shadows emphasized the remarkable fullness hidden from sight, a promise of ecstasy waiting to be unveiled.

Rachael was watching me quietly, letting me lead, responding to my moves. Her hands rested on her lower tummy, her petite breasts perky, her eyes glittering seductively. She was a gorgeous angel. And then I looked down.

"Oh God," I whispered.

"What?" she asked.

There, deep in the gusset of her white panties, was a dark smudge and I knew what it was. The dark spot was exactly where her entrance would be. That dark spot was her moist arousal. Rachael was leaking. Rachael was horny. Rachael was wet!

The last of rational thought evaporated, displaced by a frighteningly intense desire. Bending, I kissed her sexy mound and caressed the gusset, pressing my finger against that damp spot.

"You're horny," I whispered.

"Uh-huh."

"That's so damned sexy," I said, pressing the spot harder, rubbing it. Rachael's thighs twitched.

My fingertips moved to the waist and curled under, tugging her panties. Rachael raised her legs up into the air and I slipped the panties up and off, my gaze locked on the sight of her pussy framed by vertical closed thighs.

As she lowered her legs, parting them to rest on my thighs, her sexy pussy, with its cute pubic bush, flowered open, her cleft parting to reveal the delicate nub of her clitoris and below, two immature inner labia like wings hovering over the glistening pink of her cleft.

Sliding down, I lay on the bed, slipped my hands under her bum to hold two gorgeous buttocks, inhaled the scent of youthful arousal, spicy and musky and sexy, and with a shudder, my cock aching, I kissed the top of Rachael's cleft.

Time sort of evaporated. Sweet musky earthiness exploded on my tongue. Inside her cleft was silky smooth, her clitoris a delightful firm nub, and lower, well lower I discovered the source of heaven. Silken and moist, warm and flavorful, I tasted the forbidden and I was addicted. Music emerged; Rachael moaning beautifully when I probed her opening with my tongue, tiny and tight and exciting. Her small buttocks flexed in my hands when I paid tribute to her clit with a gentle suck, her thighs twitching.

I returned to the source of her sexy ambrosia and probed harder, shuddering when the tip of my tongue actually penetrated her. Rachael's hands found my head and pushed as if to stop me. I refused, gripping her buttocks and probing deeper, my nose pressed to her clit, her silky pubic hair tickling me. My cock ached and leaked. Desire burned in me fogging rational thought.

Returning to her clit, sucking and teasing it with my tongue, drinking in her wonderful moisture, my finger teased her anus and moved up, finding the shockingly small entrance to her vagina. I probed carefully and sucked her clitoris harder, strumming it with my tongue, and Rachael erupted.

Her hips thrust up pressing her pussy to my mouth, my finger penetrating her, a tight moist grip up to my first knuckle. She paused as if frozen, her body trembled. I sucked again and Rachael fell over the precipice in a spectacular climax.

She cried out, "Oh God!" and spasmed, her body heaving. Her hands curled into fists grabbing my hair. Rachael started emitting cute little grunts with each body spasm, pressing her beautiful pussy against my mouth. Her undulations pressed my finger into her vagina to the second knuckle, a moist snug grip. Grunts softened into gasps then sighs as her climax peaked and passed, her undulations calming, slowing, her body becoming still. I withdrew my finger and kissed her very moist pussy gently.

Rising back onto my knees, an erection jutting over her and desire befuddling me, I brought her legs over my thighs and, gripping my shaft, pressed the tip to her cleft. I was so aroused my body hurt.

That first touch was shocking. Visually the size difference was stunning, her pussy looking so small next to my crown. Physically the feeling of her silky soft, moist pussy had me shaking, aching, and wanting her more than anyone before. Pressing forward, plump labia bulged, refusing my advances. Desire raged like a fever, my erection thick and hard. I pressed again, harder.

Her sharp gasp of discomfort doused the fever in me like being immersed in ice water. I noticed her hands were curled into fists. Then I saw her face and the last of the fever faded away; Rachael looked almost afraid.

It was awful. I'd come close to raping her, not loving, not making love, but forcing myself on her without care for her wants. It was terrible.

Moving up and over her, I settled on her, holding most of my weight off her. Her thighs cradled my hips. Her arms reached up and held my neck.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered to her, an apology for almost losing control, for frightening her.

She smiled. "S'okay," she whispered.

I kissed her smile. Her eyes twinkled at me. Tongue-tips touched. Rachael tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth, eyes closing. I probed into her moist mouth, tongues wrestling.

She moved sending bolts of excitement through me. It was a small move but intensely erotic, humping her pussy against my shaft. My erection flexed. I felt the coolness of precum spread between us. Her tongue played, her pussy moving in a languid stroke and arousal, a calmer arousal, settled over me. I wanted her so much.

With her thighs cradling my hips, Rachael slowly humped my shaft in a sensual pseudo-intercourse. I joined her, still kissing her, hunching, sliding my erection up and down in time with her movements.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world. Our movements gradually became longer and longer until suddenly my crown slipped down to rest against her cleft. We paused, tongues becoming still. Her eyes opened. I watched as a decision was made and felt it when she pressed her sweet pussy against my crown. The sensation was mind-boggling. Silken labia seemed to kiss my crown in a moist warm embrace. She eased off and pressed again, labia pressing, parting, kissing my crown.

Our mouths parted but stayed close. I breathed her breath. "This feels beautiful," I whispered.

She pressed her pussy against me again. I throbbed in response, precum leaking. She felt wet, slippery, intensely erotic.

Legs hooked around mine. Staring into my eyes, watching my reaction, Rachael pressed again. The sensation was unbelievable. My crown slipped lower to catch at the base of her cleft. I pressed forward gently, my erection throbbing.

When I kissed her, just pressing my lips to hers, Rachael sighed and pushed her pussy up. With exquisite slowness her opening dilated, labia stretched and slipped over my crown. With exquisite slowness her opening eased over the flared ridge and closed over my shaft. I was gripped in a snug, moist heaven, my crown swelling with excitement.

"I'm in," I whispered.

"I know."

"You're mine, Rachael, only mine."

"Okay."

I pushed gently. Dizziness struck me, my erection slipping into the tightest, sexiest pussy I could ever imagine, a warm sheath slipping down my shaft. Rachael moaned quietly, her eyes closing, arms clutching.

Halfway buried, I withdrew, her pussy caressing me exquisitely. Reversing, I pressed in again, easier now, slippery and tight, sinking slowly into her until, with a groan of pleasure, her pussy nudged against my groin. I was buried in her. I was buried in a thirteen-year-old girl and it was unbelievable, fantastic.

We didn't move. I didn't want to move. I wanted to feel her pussy holding my erection in a tight, velvet grip. I wanted to stay here and never move, never lose my erection, never let her go. I wanted to feel Rachael's petite body under me for ever, her arms hugging me. But Rachael moved.

In a sexy, sexy move her legs rose to wrap around my hips. Her arms, hugging my neck, tightened. She whispered, "Do I feel good? Do you like me?"

It was like falling over the edge of a cliff. I couldn't stop my deep groan of pleasure. "You feel fantastic," I moaned, withdrawing from her tight hold, reversing, thrusting into heaven gently; pure ecstasy. I did it again, a slow withdrawal, her beautiful pussy grasping my shaft, reversed and thrust deep into her, moaning again at the utter pleasure.

Rachael joined in, moving her pelvis slowly, fucking me slowly. Each incredible thrust buried my aching erection in a velvet heaven, a tight heaven, completely buried. Each withdrawal massaged my shaft as if her tight vagina was milking me, wanting my semen, caressing me. I lost myself in her velvet embrace, withdrawing, thrusting, a gentle, slow loving. Her scent filled my nose. Her body, so young and petite felt wonderful under me. Her legs urged me on, tightening and relaxing. I drowned, fucking Rachael gently, pressure building inside me, my cock aching and thick and throbbing.

We moved faster. I thrust into her loving the feeling of being buried inside her, so tight, so beautifully sexy. My thrusts grew stronger as pressure in my groin built, the tip of my erection knocking against the very end of her now moist vagina. I moved faster, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting, needing release, striving towards a climax, urgent, urgent. I thrust into her young body, my world narrowing to my erection, her velvet grip, her small body, fucking her, fucking her.

"Oh God!" I gasped.

My orgasm roared in and slammed into me, erection swelling. I thrust deep, deep, and paused, an exquisite ache blossoming as I strained for release. It hit. In a wave of utter ecstasy semen raced up my shaft. Bliss arrived with an explosion, semen jetting deep into my little lover.

"Oh God!" I gasped again.

Withdrawing and thrusting, arching my back, another wave of painful pleasure slammed into me, semen burning as it erupted deep inside Rachael's pussy. The gates opened. Withdrawing, unable to breathe, I thrust and exploded, hot cum bathing my crown. I withdrew and thrust, exploding again, thick semen filling her. In rapid strokes, holding her shoulders, I thrust and came, thrust and came, semen flooding her. I pulsed and climaxed, thrusting, spurting until there was nothing left in me and still I thrust, agony rising, thrusting, thrusting.

Her hands caressing my sweat-soaked back slowly brought me back to the land of the living. My heart still beat hard. My cock was still engorged. I was still ensconced inside her. I could feel her breathing underneath me. I could feel her thighs against my side. I could feel her small breasts pressed to me. I could feel how wet her pussy was, soaking.

Oh shit! Condoms!

Chapter Seven

RACHAEL WATCHED KEITH LEAVE, stepping through the back kitchen door after giving her a soft smile. She sipped her orange juice. Hannah slurped another spoonful of Frosted Flakes. The radio on the counter announced another hot, dry day.

She liked the way Keith smiled at her, full of affection, but in his remarkably sexy blue eyes she'd seen worry and she wondered what he was worried about.

This morning she'd woken to the sound of Hannah flushing the toilet and, in a panic at having overslept and being in Keith's bed, she'd jumped up and, as soon as Hannah closed her bedroom door, made a dash for her own. She hadn't had a moment alone to talk to Keith.

With a tingle of excitement she reminded herself last night she'd made love! She wasn't a virgin any more! Should she feel guilty for loving sex so much? It was a hundred times better than masturbating. Gawd, Keith's mouth made her cum so hard she'd almost fainted.

And sex! All her girlfriends had agreed that sex the first time hurt so much you never enjoyed it; you had to do it several times before it felt good. They were SO wrong! Sex was fantastic. Sure it stung a bit at first, but to feel him penetrating her, to feel Keith's erection stretching her almost to the point of pain, then filling her so much, was fantastic! And the way he cried out, his pleasure, wow!

There were so many things she'd been wrong about. The thought of semen inside her had grossed her out a bit, yet as the pad in her panties reminded her, the opposite was true. It was so sexy having his semen in her. She'd thought guys would be too heavy and sweaty and ugh. But Keith wasn't. His weight felt good on her, solid, muscular, masculine. She'd perspired as much as he had and she'd never noticed it, too lost in the sex.

Questions had been answered, too. She'd wondered if she'd actually feel a guy cum and she had, not his semen, but his erection had swelled inside her and she'd felt it! She'd felt it pulsing and known he was cumming in her. She'd wondered if she'd feel guilty after sex and she hadn't, not in the least. Maybe it was because Keith cuddled her so tightly. Maybe it was because he whispered how fantastic she was. Or maybe it was his quietest whisper telling her he loved her. Whatever it was, Rachael was so, so happy.

"How come you're all googly-eyed?"

"Huh?" Rachael asked, startled out of her ruminations.

"How come you're all googly-eyed over Keith? Do you have a crush on him?" Hannah asked again, her honey-brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'm not googly-eyed!" Rachael exclaimed, standing and picking breakfast bowls off the table, spoons rattling.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"Am not! Where is he anyway?" Rachael asked, turning her flushed face away from her sister.

"Are too. He's in the equipment shed working on the harvester. Why?"

"I need to ask him something," Rachael said, opening the back kitchen door.

"Ask him if we can swim today!" Hannah yelled.

Rachael found Keith behind the huge Massey Ferguson combine harvester, underneath it and fiddling with something. The sound of metal banging against metal warred with the sound of Keith cussing. Rachael grinned. He couldn't cuss worth a damn, his cussing only sounding funny.

"Keith?"

"Down here. What's up?"

I SAW HER CROUCH down and peer at me, her hair tied back with a sky blue ribbon. Dark eyes studied me. Man she was pretty.

"We didn't get to talk this morning and you looked worried. What's wrong?" she asked.

My worry came rushing back at me. Fuck! How could I had been so stupid? "I forgot the condom last night."

"So?" Rachael asked.

"Think about it for a second, Rachael."

"Oh!" Her face flushed red. "Oops."

"Yeah, oops!"

A moment of silence was followed by, "It's okay. I don't mind."

I glared at Rachael. "What do you mean you don't mind?" I snapped.

"I don't mind if I get pregnant," she said, still crouching down and staring at me.

"Well I damn well do!" I said forcefully.

"Why? Don't you like babies?"

"Of course I like babies."

"Don't you want one of your own?" Rachael asked.

I immediately thought of her mother, our excitement at the prospect of having children together, having a child of my own, a son, a daughter, the prospect torn from us by her passing.

"I'd love a baby, Rachael," I answered in a gentler tone. "But not now. Not before you've finished university."

Rachael's eyes grew big, huge, understanding my offer. A moment passed before she grinned at me, an extremely cute grin. "Did I hear you say you have condoms?"

"Yup."

"Good. How many?" she asked, laughing brightly, standing, turning and walking away. "Oh, by the way, Hannah says you're taking us swimming later this afternoon, so hurry up and finish."

Through the day I noticed a change in Rachael. It was as though she'd been released, freed. A bubbly, sparkling girl emerged full of smiles and occasional giggles. I could see Hannah eying her sister in puzzlement at times then relaxing and having fun. I found myself wrapped up in Rachel's obvious pleasure. In my eyes I saw a beautiful girl. In my mind and body I was excited every time I accepted that she was my lover, the thrill still making my blood sing.

That night Rachael had me horny and laughing at the same time.

She sneaked into my room, closing the door quietly. Smiling, her beautiful dark eyes twinkling, she stood at the side of the bed and pulled the sleeveless cream-colored nightie up over her head, her thick hair still tied with a blue ribbon. Slipping under the sheet and to my side, she smiled when her hand slipped down my stomach to gently grip my waiting erection.

"Good. You're naked," she whispered.

She wiggled a bit when I caressed her succulent ass and probed her bum crack. Our kiss was soft and sexy. Then she surprised me by sucking my lower lip, eyes crinkling with a smile. "Yum," she whispered.

I could feel her breasts pressed to my side. I could feel her leg over mine, moving up and down slightly in a loving caress. I could feel my self-control slipping away as arousal and lust emerged. Before I completely lost my senses, I reached out and picked up a small package from the side table, waving it at Rachael.

"Is that the condom?" she asked, reaching for it.

"Yup."

Studying it in the moonlight, squinting slightly, she asked, "What does 'Ribbed for her pleasure' mean?"

"Its got little ripples on it. Supposed to feel good to you."

"Really? Huh!" She glanced at me and smiled coyly. "Can I put it on you?"

And that's how she had me horny and laughing.

Rachael sat up and pushed the sheet down to my knees. She straddled my legs and studied the package. I studied her, my erection rising and falling on my stomach at the sight.

Small, perky, gravity-defying breasts sat high and proud, their light pink areolae making my mouth water. Rachael was so slender, her body narrow. But kneeling astride my legs gave her sensual shape. Her small pubic bush, rather than making her seem more mature, made her seem younger, much younger, her pubes not enough to cover the remarkable mound of her pussy.

When she tore the package open my eyes were taking in the stunning sight of her cleft, labia parted to reveal a long clitoral hood and the sexy bump of her clit. Moisture glistened in the pink interior below her clit and there, buried at the bottom, the dark smudge of her vagina made me ache with desire. It amazed me that something so damned small was able to stretch and take me in. No wonder she was so tight.

Rachael distracted me by grabbing my erection and pointing it up. She caught the side of her lower lip between her teeth as she concentrated, placing the condom on the tip. I flexed. My erection popped away and slapped onto my stomach. Rachael giggled and grabbed it, bringing it up, holding the shaft firmly in her fist. She tried to get the condom on with one hand, couldn't, used her other hand and my erection slipped, smacking against my stomach.

"Jeesh, this is hard," she giggled.

"It sure is," I agreed with a chuckle.

She laughed, blushed and slapped my hip. "That's not what I meant." Grabbing my erection again, she grinned. "Don't move, buster."

I was chuckling and horny as hell. She looked so damned cute concentrating on my cock, the condom on the tip, her fist holding the shaft. I watched her ponder the problem. How could she roll it down without letting the shaft go?

Her solution almost had me cumming.

Forming her second hand into a loose fist, she stroked down my erection to unroll the condom. It took lots of strokes and had me groaning, my erection swelling.

"Tada!" she announced, studying her achievement.

God help me. She had absolutely no idea just how sexy she was or how arousing her actions were. She was adorable.

Dark chocolate eyes turned to me, a smile radiating excitement. "How should we do it?" she asked.

Reaching up, I cupped her small breasts, perfect palmfuls. "How about just like this," I suggested.

"Me on top?"

"Works for me," I answered with a grin, tweaking her tiny nipples gently.

"Kay."

Rachael shuffled up and rested her sexy pussy right over my shaft. She pressed down. I moaned softly, her pussy so sexy. It bulged out on my shaft making it appear more plump. When she humped slightly I almost lost it.

In her innocence Rachael was shockingly sensual and seductive. She rose up on her knees, head bent to watch, her hand lifting my erection. She dragged the tip through her parted cleft, the size difference to my crown truly staggering. Somehow she was going to take me inside her.

Using fingertips, she pressed the crown back and added a bum wiggle to nest my tip against her. Letting go, she pressed down. My erection popped out and slapped against my stomach.

"Damn," she muttered. "This isn't so easy," she exclaimed. "The condom is slippery."

There was no way I'd last if she continued teasing me. "Hold the shaft," I suggested.

"Kay."

The slight dull numbness that comes with wearing a condom couldn't mask the excruciating pleasure of feeling her vagina gradually yield. In small humps her entrance dilated, each hump edging her down, stretching her. The sensation of her pussy closing over my crown almost had me rolling her onto her back and thrusting. It was exquisite, the crown gripped in such a tight hold. She sighed as if she'd been holding her breath then clenched her pussy testing how hard I was, how I felt, and I couldn't hold back.

Reaching out I grabbed her narrow hips and physically moved her, up, down, penetrating her tight pussy slightly deeper, up, down, penetrating her further, my eyes locked on the sight of an adult erection slowly sinking into an adolescent pussy.

Rachael joined in, rising and lowering herself, up, down, sinking lower with each move. And then she sighed deeply. My erection flexed strongly. Rachael's pussy plumped out against my groin. I was buried to the hilt in her tight grip and fighting to calm down. The sight was powerfully arousing, sex with such a young girl. The feeling was mind-blowing, her pussy hugging my entire erection, snug and warm. But it was the feeling of my tip pressed to her cervix that took me over the edge. I was so damned deep in her. I tried to picture it as I looked at her tummy and it was too much.

Pulling her down to my chest, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her. She lifted her bum and settled, lifted again and settled, and just like that we were fucking. It was slow and easy, not rushed, not frantic. Rachael curled her hips when lifting herself up, rubbing her clitoris against my emerging shaft. I pressed her remarkably firm small bum and she hunched, taking me deep, all the way into her. Her arms found my neck, her face nestled to me, her breath sighing hotly against me.

We moved slowly and it made our loving more intense, every small motion felt, every small caress sensed, every excited clench of her pussy exquisite.

Rachael addled me and drove my arousal to new heights with sweet moans, little mmmm's, and heated whispers, "I love this," and "You feel so good."

We fucked gently, long strokes, in, out. I fondled her sexy butt, reached between us to tease her small breast with my thumb, and shoved up into her slightly harder.

Rachael reacted, humping my erection faster. The pace increased, her breath hot and fast against my neck, small urgent murmurs emerging. Holding her, hugging her, we fucked slightly faster, Rachael curling her bum, stimulating her clit, thumping down to take all of my erection.

"I love you," I murmured in a fit of passion, holding her petite body tight.

Her climax took me by surprise. I wasn't quite there, the condom deadening feeling. But Rachael gasped, her body jerked, and she started trembling. I thrust up into her forcefully, my tip thumping against her cervix and she groaned and jerked, her knees uncurling, legs stretching, pussy clasping. She jerked and shook on top of me, gasping quietly, cumming sweetly. Her climax peaked and faded, her body melting, her breath panting and hot.

I held a buttock in one hand and her back with the other, my erection thick and throbbing inside her. For a few minutes she lay quietly, recovering. Then she squeezed her pussy.

"You're still hard," she whispered. "Didn't you come?"

"No. Not yet," I answered. Hugging her tightly, I rolled her onto her back, me on top.

She smiled at me, her dark eyes shining. Her hands caressed down my sides and around me, her knees rising. "Your turn," she whispered.

It didn't take much. The feeling of her petite body under me, the way her pussy gripped me so tightly, the caress of her feet on my legs, and that sexy, sexy smile had me moving. Withdrawals were exquisite, penetrations sensual. I fucked her deeply, my cock aching, need growing. I fucked her slowly loving the sensual tease and let the pressure build within me. When I came it was as if a dam opened. My erection swelled and, with a gasp of utter joy, semen erupted, pure bliss slamming into me. Holding Rachael, so young, so petite, I fucked and came, semen erupting with pulses of ecstasy. I came beautifully, fully, pulsing and spurting until the wave of bliss passed, thrusts fading, pulses ending, and peace and relief settling over me.

Languid exhaustion permeated me. Rachael's gentle hug felt good. My erection faded. Rolling to the side, I took the condom off and cuddled to her. Sleep was now high on my priority list.

Rachael snuggled close. I pulled the sheet up over our waists.

"I don't like condoms," Rachael whispered. "It doesn't feel right."

"It's only for one month," I answered.

But it wasn't.

A tractor driving down the county road woke me. The first light of dawn was just emerging bringing lighter shadows to the bedroom. It was very early. Rachael slept quietly curled up on her side. I was spooning her, her small bum nestled to my groin. She murmured in her sleep, straightening her lower leg. Mine hooked over it to curl up against her upper leg. Somehow my cock nestled to her crotch.

I was only half-awake, partially aware of her sensual bum pressed to me. Reaching around, I wormed my hand under her arm and found her small breast, perky and firm yet soft and sensual. The sound of the tractor faded as I calmly caressed her little breast. Quiet returned.

Nestled to her rear, an erection formed, my cock thickening and lengthening. It pressed up against her. Reaching down I pulled her buttock up and snuggled my erection in against her pussy. When I let her buttock go, her crotch cradled me snugly. Man it felt good.

I returned my hand to her breast.

For a few minutes I luxuriated in the sensation of fondling her young breast, my erection throbbing nicely between her thighs. Then Rachael announced her wakefulness with a squeeze of her bum and thighs sending a pulse of pleasure into my erection.

It was early. I wasn't completely aware. Like a dream, everything was lazy and gentle and soft and warm and sexy. I loved the slow tease, soft clenches, her sexy little boob. It just seemed right when my erection ached and I rubbed it gently against her pussy. It felt wonderful when she moved with me. It felt loving when her hand settled on the back of mine pressing it to her boob. And when precum emerged, it changed from wonderful into stupendous.

Rachael's cleft became slippery. Our movement against each other gained rhythm. Eyes tightly closed, I concentrated on the sensation of my crown gliding smoothly along her pussy, back and forth. Rachael started humping slowly. I started fucking gently. Thighs squeezed my shaft, her pussy caressing me.

Strokes lengthened, still slow and sexy. And, when Rachael tilted her hips, my tip pressed against her cleft. Motion paused. She wiggled her bottom slightly and soft labia oozed apart to kiss my crown. She was wet. I pulsed. Damn it felt good.

Poised at a crucial point, Rachael's hand gripped mine harder. She pressed back and I experienced utter heaven, her labia slipping tightly over my crown. Warm moist velvet gradually surrounded me. Slowly, slowly, I penetrated Rachael, slipping deeper and deeper, her moist pussy wrapping my shaft with silken warmth. Slowly I slipped all the way, her buttocks pressed to my groin.

We paused. This was heaven. This was perfection; a tight pussy, an aching erection, morning sex.

No words had been spoken, all communication by touch and movement. And so it was. Rachael gripped my hand and curled her bottom. I withdrew from her velvet grip until the rim of my crown emerged, the widest part, then eased back into her, pressing deep, sliding all the way in until the tip kissed her cervix and her beautiful buttocks pressed against me. She shuddered. I withdrew again and eased back into heaven, Rachael pressing her bottom back against me. I withdrew again, exquisite pleasure, so tight, and eased back into her, my erection swelling, aching.

A rhythm had emerged, gentle fucking, every sensation felt. We moved against each other writhing slowly, fucking gently, long lazy strokes, beautiful strokes. My orgasm rose slowly, heaviness in my groin, cock aching, thick, swelling. Pressure built, need for release emerging, anticipation of cumming in her making my heart race. Hugging her petite body to me, holding her small breast, I fucked her deeply, slowly and sighed with joy when my orgasm arrived.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, soft and intense. Thrusting deeply, my cock swelled, ached, and semen erupted in a storm of bliss. I withdrew and thrust gently again, swelling, aching, and spurting into her, sweet ecstasy washing over me. Beautiful Rachael gasped and trembled as her climax began and, as she came, I spurted again and again, filling her small pussy with semen, heart racing, drowning in an intense orgasm.

When it passed, peace and silence returned. We stilled, spooning, erection still inside her. No words were spoken, our bodies communicating our pleasure. It was wonderful, beautiful. I wanted to wake up like this every day. Sleep drifted towards me, my body sated and relaxed.

Two minutes later it registered.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. Fucking condoms!

Chapter Eight

For the next two weeks Rachael and I fell into a routine. Every night she'd slip into my bedroom and we'd sometimes have sex and sometimes just cuddle and sleep. Mornings occasionally included sex if we woke up early enough. And condoms remained in the side table, ignored. Rachael complained she didn't like the sensation. I agreed. After some research I discovered the pill could be effective immediately if taken right after a period. Rachael had, so I convinced myself we were safe. And foolishly, I didn't think our secret intimacy would ever be discovered. But like all secrets, it was bound to be exposed.

It was. By lightning.

On a Friday night, thunder rolled across the plains and shook the century-old foundations of our farmhouse. Hot, humid air, pregnant with moisture, stirred as if excited by the coming storm. In the dark of night a flash of lightning revealed the landscape and changed my life.

Thunder was a frequent visitor during the summer, lightning rarer. Hannah had outgrown her fear of thunder but not lightning. So when a bolt of lightning cracked like an amplified whip hitting the ground near us and filled the air with ozone, the result was inevitable. Hannah came charging into my bedroom and caught sight of Rachael in bed with me. All might have been saved if we'd been wearing a bit of clothing - underwear would have sufficed - but we weren't.

When Hannah dived under the sheet to join us, she exclaimed in surprise, "You're naked!"

The next flash of lightning hit and she added, "You are, too!" her comment aimed at me.

The secret was out.

Panic was my first response. Fear the second. But Hannah didn't seem the least put out. She was intrigued and curious and full of questions. I didn't have to explain. Rachael did. Rachael explained everything to her sister, Hannah exclaiming, "I knew it!" at the news. The two girls chatted, the storm ignored, excited, giggling, and whispers of awe coming from Hannah, "No," and "All the way?"

I didn't expect what happened. Hannah suddenly exclaimed, "I wanna try, too!" and exposed a side to me I hadn't consciously admitted to myself. The concept of sex with a nine-year-old girl was very attractive; not penetrative sex, but sexy play.

However, it wasn't my choice. I looked at Rachael, into her beautiful dark eyes, and spoke to Hannah. "It's not my decision. It's your sister's."

Rachael smiled with pleasure, liking my deference to her. She clearly liked the authority I was ceding to her.

"I want to think about it, Hannah," she said.

"Kay. Are you guys gonna do it now?" Hannah asked, her honey-brown eyes shining with excitement. "Can I watch?"

"No," I answered.

It seemed natural. When I rolled towards Rachael she took my hands and drew my arms around her, turning onto her side so I spooned her naked body from behind. She reached for her sister and Hannah rolled and wiggling back, sisters spooning. Thunder and lightning played a diminishing symphony and, with my face buried in Rachael's hair, inhaling her familiar scent, I was asleep before the storm passed.

Rachael sat on the workbench, her feet swinging. She watched me as I sanded rust spots off the combine harvester in preparation for touch-up paint.

"You look conflicted," I said. "Care to talk?"

She smiled softly. "It's just . . . with Hannah . . ."

"You're worried," I stated. "Rachael, nothing will change how I love you. You should know that. I'll abide by whatever you decide."

Silence was broken by the rasp of sandpaper.

"I want to share but don't want to," Rachael said.

"I understand. If it helps, what we have is special and only ours. Hannah cannot have the same thing. She'd have something different, not yours and my relationship. But I think you need to talk to your sister about it."

"Okay."

Rachael kicked herself off the workbench. She came over. I paused sanding and drew her to me, tight to my body, smiled and, as she tilted her face up to me, I kissed her gently. Her smile was bright when she left.

Pausing, I wiped my brow and study her compact rump in tight cut-off jeans. I liked its narrowness for some reason. Her thick curly hair almost reached her butt, tied back with a pink ribbon today. I could still feel her young body pressed to mine. My partial erection felt good. Rachael was a sexy little thing and I was becoming very possessive. If she felt the way I did it was easy to understand her hesitancy.

The storm had watered the corn but intense sunshine had burned all humidity away and we were back to arid dryness. The corn was growing well except for some minor infestation in the southeast fields, something I had to remedy later today with a natural insecticide. I wondered if Rachael and Hannah were talking. Boy that would be an interesting conversation to listen in on. Picturing Hannah, petite and impish and completely curve-less except for a bubbly bum, I wondered what she'd look like naked. Very different from Rachael, that's for sure.

HANNAH SWUNG BACK AND forth on the swing slowly, her heart not really into it. She hadn't been that surprised to find her sister in Keith's bed. She'd thought there might be something going on between them with all Rachael's blushes and googly-eyes.

Waking up this morning in bed with both of them had been fun, too. She hoped she could sleep with them again, it was nice being cuddled. In her mind she tried to picture Rachael and Keith having sex but she just couldn't picture it. The idea was exciting, though.

Swinging cooled her. The shade of the oak tree helped but she wanted to go swimming again, or go into town for ice cream, or go for a ride on the ATV. Rachael appeared around the corner smiling.

"Hey, Rach. What's up?" she asked. "Feel like doing something?"

Rachael sat at the base of the oak, leaning back and fluffing her T-shirt to cool off. "We need to talk."

SITTING AT THE KITCHEN table, slowly eating a ham sandwich, I eyed Rachael and Hannah. They were both too quiet, their eyes too innocent. I wasn't fooled for a minute. Something was up, I just didn't know what.

"Okay. What gives?" I asked, succumbing to curiosity.

"You're going to the south east field this afternoon, aren't you," Rachael said.

"Yup."

"We want to come with you. We're bored."

Sounded reasonable to me. "Sure. No complaining about being bored, though," I warned.

Two angelic smiles increased my suspicious nature.

"And I'll have work to do," I added.

I was still suspicious as we drove the tractor south, the girls riding on the sides, my sprayer system towed behind. I'll give them credit. They had me fooled. When they sweetly suggested we stop by the river before heading home, despite it being in the northeast corner of the farm, I didn't really think. It might have been heat affecting me. But when we pulled up and hopped off the tractor my brain finally kicked into gear.

I didn't have a swimming suit on.

The girls smiled sweetly when I mentioned it and took my breath away when they demonstrated they didn't either, two sexy naked butts jiggling as they ran into the water, laughter and giggles filling the air.

I grinned and stared and appreciated. Rachael's butt definitely had more shape, Hannah's an androgynous look with little indents on each tiny buttock.

"Well?" Rachael yelled with a grin, "Come on in!"

"Yeah, get naked!" Hannah yelled, spraying water up with her arms.

Obviously Rachael and Hannah had reached an accommodation. I wondered what it was.

"You sure?" I asked, looking directly at Rachael.

She nodded and smiled. "Yup. I'm sure."

I was oddly shy undressing under the watchful gaze of two lovely girls. Hannah whooped and hollered when I was down to boxers making me laugh. I was quietly glad I only sported a partial erection, the public spectacle draining some of my enthusiasm.

Skinny-dipping is a totally different experience than regular swimming. The freedom of no suit is refreshing in an odd way. Knowing the girls were naked made me cautious. I didn't frolic and splash and dunk. But Rachael had no hesitation. She proved expert in the swim-by grope. She managed to wrap her lovely legs around me from behind when I was distracted by Hannah and press her nakedness against me. Her soft giggle when she discovered my erection made me smile.

I was suspicious when she whispered to her sister and proved right when Hannah slipped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her small body pressed to me, eyes opening wide at the feel of my erection pressed between us, and before I could stop her, she reached down between us and grasped my cock.

"Wow."

I laughed and shoved her up and away. She splashed down into the river and came up laughing. The ice had been broken. We romped and splashed and groped to our heart's content. I fondled petite breasts and sexy asses. I fondled a thin, young pubic bush and, much to my delight, a hairless little pussy, amazingly small. For an hour and a half my inhibitions slowly evaporated to be replaced by excitement and pleasure and anticipation and love of two remarkable girls.

When I finally collapsed onto my back on the riverbank, I didn't care in the least that I sported an erection. Rachael reminded me she was in charge by leaning over me, peering down into my eyes. She smiled and kissed me softly, breaking the kiss before it intensified.

"Okay. Your turn," she said.

My turn for what?

Oh. She wasn't speaking to me.

Hannah, in her naked glory, leaned in from the other side, honey-brown eyes twinkling with excitement. Her mouth was small, lips soft. Kissing a nine-year-old was sweetly beautiful. A hand gently held my erection, the tip rubbed. It had to be Rachael.

"That was fun," Hannah said when the kiss ended.

I glanced down.

Rachael was sitting next to me casually playing with my erection. Hannah's eyes grew. She watched. She spoke. "You got that inside you?" she asked Rachael.

"Uh-huh."

"And it didn't hurt?"

"It did the first time. A bit anyway."

"Wow. Can I see?"

My poor heart was palpitating. It sounded like Hannah was going to watch Rachael and me have sex right here in the open. Surely not!

Rachael smiled at me. "Want to?"

HANNAH HELD ONTO THE side of the tractor as they made their way home following the edges of the fields, the noise just loud enough to discourage conversation.

She didn't want to talk.

Jealousy filled her; jealous of her sister and jealous of the love she had from Keith. She'd wanted to watch them, not really knowing everything about sex. What she'd seen was so far from what she'd imagined, so different, she still couldn't get it out of her mind. And it made her jealous.

At first, when they'd started kissing, she'd giggled quietly. But the giggles faded away when their kiss deepened. She saw Rachael open her mouth for Keith and while it might have grossed her out, it was Rachael's moan of pleasure that caught her attention. She'd watched as Keith eased her sister onto her back. She'd seen how Rachael parted her legs and bent them, and how Keith, his body so large compared to Rachael's, rose to hover over her on knees and arms, his erection jutting out.

She watched as he bent and touched her with his lips, only his lips, kissing Rachael's boobs gently, her chin, her earlobe. She watched her sister reach up to hold his neck, arch up her body as if she desperately needed to feel it against his.

Hannah watched as her sister reached down and grasped Keith's erection, guiding it between her legs, seating it and arching her pussy up. It looked huge yet somehow, incredibly, Rachael seemed to love it. She'd cried out with pleasure when he penetrated her, her eyes closed. Keith had hovered over her, the only place touching was where they were joined.

Hannah had watched them loving each other. It was so not like the sex she'd imagined. Rachael seemed to writhe under Keith. She gasped and clutched at him with every thrust. When Rachael climaxed, Hannah was stunned. She'd never heard her sister make sounds like that, as if she was in agony and ecstasy at the same time. She'd seen Keith hovering over her thrusting, thrusting and suddenly he'd whispered, "Cumming, Rachael," and bent his head to kiss her cheek softly, thrusting hard into her, hard enough to move Rachael's body.

But it was after they slowed and stopped that Hannah experienced intense jealousy. It was seeing Keith finally settle onto Rachael and nuzzle her neck, loving her so tenderly, his thumb caressing her cheek. It was watching them love each other, her sister's hand combing through his hair so possessively. And it was hearing their soft sighs and murmurs.

Hannah was jealous and angry at them.

TURNING TO RACHAEL I asked, "Should I talk to her?"

Something had gone wrong. Seeing us have sex had upset Hannah a lot and she'd been quiet ever since. It worried me. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, wouldn't answer me when I asked, and ate dinner silently.

"No. I'll go and talk to her," Rachael said, slipping from the kitchen table.

She climbed the stairs, knocked softly on Hannah's bedroom door and, when she got no response, entered to find Hannah curled up on her bed facing the wall. Moving to the bed she sat and tugged her sister's shoulder. Hannah rolled. They talked.

Waiting made me impatient. I was worried. No, I was scared. I'd frightened Hannah; letting her watch was a mistake that I wouldn't have made had I not been so horny. The stairs creaked. Rachael emerged and my very first emotion was relief, intense relief. Rachael was smiling!

The sound of a shower started upstairs.

"So?" I asked, guiding Rachael onto my lap. Rachael returned my light kiss with a smile of pleasure.

"She's jealous. She thought you loved me more than you loved her. I told her she was wrong. You'd love her just as much, the same way, too."

"No I won't! Sure I love her just as much, but she's nine years old, Rachael. I can't love her that way."

Rachael frowned at me. "You have to. I promised her you would."

" I can't. But . . ." My mind played through options. I thought I saw a solution.

"But what?" Rachael asked.

Smiling, I told her my plan. Her smile was full of relief. Her giggle when I groped her small boob was lovely.

That night, once again my plans failed, miserably. I was an atrocious planner.

My plan was to involve Hannah in sexy play to the point where she'd be satisfied and feel loved, adored. It started when she came down from her shower. At the sound of her feet on the stairs I eased Rachael off my lap with a comment, "Don't get jealous tonight."

Rachael responded with a smile. "I won't, promise."

Hannah, dressed in a light cotton mid-thigh nightshirt, white with blue piping and blue leaping dolphins, looked fresh and clean, her hair bedraggled and damp, dark brown and almost straight.

I held out my hand for her and smiled. She returned my smile with a half smile and took my hand. When I drew her onto my lap, having just had her sister in the same spot, it registered how small Hannah was. Not even four feet tall, she was a skinny little girl and felt tiny when I hugged her. It no longer surprised me when I found it exciting. Floral scents wafted at me from shampoo. Honey-brown eyes sparkled and Hannah grinned broadly after I kissed her lips gently.

"Delicious," I murmured.

Through the evening I kept Hannah close with Rachael on the other side as we watched the old television. I groped and tickled and misbehaved, Hannah responding to the attention with giggles and shoving my hand away and squirming. And she was the first into my bed that night, Rachael taking a more sedate, lady-like pace.

By the time the bed moved when Rachael slipped under the sheet, I was holding Hannah to me, on our sides, her little body feeling so delicate in my arms. Her smile talked of excitement, fun and pleasure. So far my plan was working. However, the first wrinkle in the plan happened when I held a stupendously sexy bottom in my hand. Her bum was so small I could almost span it with one hand, yet it was bubbly and sensual and it struck a chord in me that I should have been prepared for. I had always been an ass man and the feel of Hannah's gorgeous little rump brought on an immediate erection. The erection immediately interfered with rational thought and my plan magically evaporated.

Somehow fondling her sexy bum was much more important. When I kissed her gently, just lips touching, my hand slipped up underneath her nightshirt and found soft cotton panties. My erection strengthened. Desire emerged and I had trouble remembering why nine seemed too young. Suddenly it sounded just fine, rather erotic and exciting, in fact.

"You're wearing clothes," I said with a smile. "It's not fair. I'm not. Can I take them off?"

Hannah grinned. "Kay."

Rolling her onto her back, she raised her bum for me when I edged the nightshirt up. A warm hand caressed my back - Rachael. It slipped towards my butt.

Hannah's panties came into view and I forgot the hand. Her panties, white cotton low cut ones, had embossed flowers and embossed, yellow colored little butterflies. They were cute. But what made them sexy was the way they cuddled her pussy, a small sensual mound pressing against cotton, gathers at the sides accentuating the amazing chubbiness of a nine-year-old pubis.

In the center a slight depression hinted teasingly at a cleft. The small gap between her thighs had me picturing my erection filling it.

Hannah arched her back. I slipped the nightshirt up, her arms rising, and tossed the cotton garment off the bed before bending and kissing a flat chest. Her areolae were very small, light pink, flat. I wondered if she felt anything sexual when I gave them a gentle sucking kiss.

Moving down her narrow body, I kissed each prominent hip and, trembling slightly, reached for the waist of her panties. Before drawing them down I pressed my lips to her chubby little mound, soft and sexy, yielding beautifully to pressure.

Hannah smiled at me and lifted her bottom, her mons mounding up. Unveiling her was thrilling. She was so young, so lovely, and the sight of her hairless mound had my heart palpitating. Panties slipped down but my eyes stayed, studying her succulent peach, the sensual tightly closed cleft formed by little hairless labia, and how her cleft seemed to merge into her bum crack below. It was thrilling, erotic, intensely arousing as my bobbing erection attested to.

I wanted to eat that delicious looking pussy. My mouth actually watered. "Hannah, sweetheart, if I do anything that you don't like or worries you, promise you'll tell me," I asked.

Tearing my eyes away from her perfect little pussy I saw she was holding Rachael's hand. She smiled, eyes excited, and nodded.

"Promise?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

Reassured, I moved down and took one foot. Small toes wiggled. I kissed each one and Hannah giggled when I kissed the sole of her foot. She tried to push my face away with her other foot. I grabbed it and sucked on her big toe. She laughed.

Caressing her slender calves I slowly placed her legs on the bed and moved them apart. The journey of kissing up each little leg was fun. Like a prize, her pussy waited for me, cleft tightly closed despite her legs being parted. But as I neared it, as I kissed and caressed a silky thigh and eased her legs apart even more, Hannah's short cleft slowly separated. Her little clit emerged along with a dimple where her vaginal entrance was.

I settled between her legs, pressed my erection to the bed, slipped my hands under her to cup two sexy rounded buttocks, inhaled the faint scent of her and, shivering in anticipation, finally kissed her pussy.

It was pure silk, all skin and chubbiness and small and beautiful. She tasted clean and young, so smooth and wonderful. That first taste, my tongue gently following her cleft from bottom to top, left me dizzy with arousal. Pressing my mouth to her little pussy I sucked first then eased my tongue between her lips to find her clit.

Hannah trembled. She raised her head to watch me. I smiled into her pussy and slipped my tongue down her slit until I found the smallest entrance I could imagine.

Horniness acted like a blanket, subduing my mind and inhibitions. I loved eating her. She had very little taste, a slight hint of muskiness only. Her whole cleft fit into my mouth and it felt so chubby and soft and arousing. I sucked and licked to my heart's delight and watched Hannah lose her smile, her eyes close, and her head falling back onto the pillow. I watched her tense up, responding to my stimulation.

Sucking and teasing her tiny clit, looking up over the remarkable hairless mound, I watched Hannah climax and it was drastically different from her personality and from her sister's climax. With eyes closed, her hands, resting on her tummy, curled into fists. Somehow I knew her toes would be curled if I looked. Her legs slowly straightened and stretched. Her stomach muscles strained, tensing. Her mouth opened. She gasped silently announcing heaven's arrival and her whole body started trembling, stomach straining, her sweet pussy pressed to my mouth. Small buttocks flexed in my palms and Hannah came in an intense but silent climax, trembling and gasping for air.

I helped her through it, slowing and eventually stopping. Her eyes opened when I moved up. Looming over her small body, she smiled a sweet, sweet smile. "That was the best," she told me.

I bent and kissed her lips lightly, rose up and glanced down. The sight took my breath away. My erection, thick and engorged, was pointed at her hairless pussy. Precum made the tip glisten. Her cleft was flushed, glistening with saliva and slightly parted, so small, so exciting. Without holding my erection I moved my hips and the tip of my cock kissed her cleft wetly. My arms shook with desire. I couldn't imagine how tight she'd be. I was much, much too large. But thinking about it was enough to drive my arousal to dizzying levels.

Pressing forward, Hannah's plump little labia bulged out. Her clit dipped to kiss my seemingly huge crown. Pressing slightly her labia bulged more, her entire small cleft now filled with my crown. I started pressing and easing off, pressing and easing off, a gentle but exciting fucking motion, my eyes locked on the unbelievable sight. My erection pulsed as a wave of arousal hit me. Aching need emerged. God I wanted her. I wanted to penetrate that little pussy, feel her on me, take her and cum in her small body. The need was primal, my arousal so high I lost all rational restraint. I just wanted her. I wanted her!

With a grunt, my orgasm hit me out of the blue, cock swelling. I came, spurting hot, thick semen into her cleft. Another wave hit me. I grunted and spurt, aching, bliss cascading over me. White cum oozed out around my crown and I knew I was spurting up into her vagina. The thrust forward was uncontrollable, driven by a huge aching blast of cum, ecstasy punishing me. Hannah's body was shoved up. She cried out, "Ow!" Pink semen oozed out and I couldn't stop the next thundering pulse of ecstasy, semen erupting as I thrust, my crown squeezing into her stretched pussy.

Horrified, with a herculean effort I pulled myself back, my crown emerging. Another achingly powerful spurt launched cum up over her mons, her cleft spread open and thick pink-tinged semen oozing out of her vagina. With an erection jerking, with pleasure and fear pounding me, I came, spurting cum all over her little pussy and as the spurts weakened rationality returned. Self-disgust filled me. What had I done? What had I done?!!

Hannah frowned at me. "That hurt!"

"I'm so sorry, honey," I said in a shaky voice, abhorred by what I'd just done.

"S'okay, but I don't think I like sex much."

Hannah's frown faded and she looked over to her sister. A grin formed. Rachael giggled. I was not finding the funny in it.

Chapter Nine

RACHAEL STROLLED THROUGH THE corn absentmindedly peeling the bark from a small twig she'd picked up. In the far distance on the horizon tall clouds were gathering. Maybe the weather forecaster would be right this time and they'd get rain.

Hannah kicked the ground sending up a cloud of dust. "He won't even kiss me," she complained.

"He's scared. He won't kiss me either. It's like he's punishing himself."

Hannah said, "I didn't mean it when I said I don't like sex. I just didn't expect it to hurt that much."

"It makes no difference."

After a few moments of silence, both walking down the row of corn, Hannah spoke again. "Can't we do something? It's been almost a week! And he looks so serious all the time now. He never smiles."

"I know. I don't like him like this either. Let me think," Rachael said, gathering her thick curly chestnut hair into a tail and retying the blue ribbon at the base of her neck. She missed the intimacy of being with Keith. Sleeping in his bed wasn't the same without it. She knew he'd get horny. She'd felt his erection in the mornings. But he refused any advance, gently saying no and turning away from her.

At first she'd been angry at Hannah for ruining everything. But she figured out it wasn't Hannah's fault. And it wasn't that Keith didn't like them. He was scared. She could see it in his expression every time she brought the subject up. A thought occurred to her. She mulled it over. That might be interesting. Would Hannah go for it? If they could prove . . .

"Listen," Rachael said, turning to Hannah. "I have an idea."

IT WASN'T THE SOUND of rain that woke me in the middle of the night. It wasn't the bedside lamp on, either. It was silky soft lips brushing against mine and warm breath on my cheek. Rachael's dark chocolate eyes twinkled at me. She smiled. Man she was pretty. I was sorely tempted to hug her and kiss her but I no longer trusted myself. I had no self-control with it came to her and Hannah.

A hand curled around my erection. I started to reach down to remove it when Rachael held both my wrists preventing me. She smiled. It didn't register. Moist warmth settled over the tip of my cock sending a bolt of pleasure through me, arousal storming in. It still didn't register until Rachael, smiling so prettily, kissed me again, her moist tongue touching my lips. I felt suction below.

It hit me. "What the . . .?"

Pushing Rachael to the side I looked down and gasped. Honey-brown eyes twinkled at me and with her mouth over my crown, Hannah smiled! She smiled!

Her mouth made a popping sound when she pulled my erection from her mouth. "Surprise!"

"Stop," I ordered.

"Nope."

Before I could reach down to push Hannah away, Rachael swung her knee over me and straddled my chest. She was naked. I became distracted by a cute little pubic bush, a plump pussy, a cleft parted, and a small clitoris, so sexy, so damned arousing. It wasn't fair!

"Stop!" I ordered when moist suction resumed on my erection. When a muffled, unintelligible reply floated back at me I couldn't stop the laughter that burst from me. Hannah answering me with her mouth full was too much.

Rachael grinned and drew my hands up to her small boobs. I fondled. Boy had I missed them!

"It's good to hear you laugh," Rachael said. A sneaky expression emerged. She smiled at me and edged herself up my chest. Rising onto her knees she shuffled higher, her intent obvious. I obliged willingly, kissing her little bush before kissing her cleft and tasting her. She was very aroused, musky and sensual, quite delicious. Her smile faded when I lightly tweaked her tiny nipples and then I moaned into her pussy.

Hannah's mouth slipped lower on my erection. She'd closed her lips tightly around me and it felt fantastic, her whole mouth snug. Teasing Rachael's clit, my senses were on my erection, the feeling quite amazing. I could picture Hannah with her small mouth stretched open. I could envision her lips slipping down below my crown. I felt them tight around my shaft. A shudder shook me. It felt like she was taking me into her throat! So damned tight, a vise clamped around me. How the Hell was she doing it?

I had to see.

Rising onto my elbows, Rachael slipping down to my chest, I leaned to peek around her and gasped.

Hannah wasn't deep throating me. Little Hannah was astride me and I was penetrating her! I was penetrating her hairless little pussy! Jesus Christ!

"Hannah!"

"It's in! Look!" she exclaimed with pride, bending to stare at her pussy.

I was! Three inches were ensconced in a vise, her sexy hairless pussy plump and stretched, a child impaled on me.

"It doesn't hurt either!" she exclaimed happily. Honey-brown eyes glittered at me. She grinned. "I used this stuff," she said holding her hand out with the K-Y bottle. "Rach was right. It makes it much easier. How does it feel?" she asked.

"God help me," I gasped.

Rachael smiled. "That means it feels good."

"Kay."

Hannah started moving up and down, perhaps only half an inch, but the sensation was mind-blowing. Her little pussy gripped me so hard it felt like just my crown was rubbing her insides. Unbelievably, with barely half of my erection penetrating her, the tip was gently knocking against her end. With each little fuck, Hannah's clit dipped and kissed my shaft.

I fell back onto the pillow. Rachael moved back up and I kissed her wonderful pussy. As Hannah carefully fucked herself on my erection, I ate Rachael, holding her sexy buttocks. I sucked her clit and plumbed the entrance to her vagina. With my mouth I gradually brought Rachael to a climax. She announced her orgasm with a sexy grunt, pushing her pussy against my mouth, her hands holding my head. Scrubbing her pussy on me, she came, trembling and jerking, pussy suddenly very, very moist. Her climax distracted me until it passed. She slumped and, lifting her knee, collapsed to my side with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Now I could see Hannah, still impaled on me. Reaching down I held her narrow little hips and shuddered. Damn she was slender.

An urge to hold her overcame me. Sitting up, I gathered her in my arms hugging her petite body to me. Hannah responded by wrapping her legs around my waist. She snuggled to me, her face pressed into my neck. She was such a slight little girl, so sexy and loving, she took my breath away.

Holding her bottom in one hand, I moved her, lifting and lowering her on my erection. Tight, tight velvet caressed me, slippery and arousing. My erection thickened. It felt heavy and large and achingly rigid.

Moving her with my hand on her sweet little bum, I fucked her slowly and very, very carefully. It was incredible. I loved the feel of her small shoulder blades, her narrow back. She was light in my arms, a little doll, sexy and desirable, delicate and different from her sister.

Lifting and lowering her, my cock swelled. I was close. I made the mistake of picturing my cock spurting inside her tight little pussy and fell off the cliff.

"Oh my God," I gasped, the first aching spurt storming in, semen jetting into her.

Holding her little bum tight, I came, swelling and spurting, so tight, so tight. Gasping, waves of pleasure assaulted me, my body cramping. Each intense spurt of cum felt like I was emptying my insides. Clutching her little body to me I came hard, hard, swelling and exploding into her, ecstasy washing through me.

It passed suddenly. I was left with a racing heart, deep breaths, the scent of sex and Hannah in my nose, my face nestled to her neck, and her body held gently in my arms. She was limp. I was drained. I didn't know if she'd experienced a climax but her relaxed body suggested she had. I hoped she had. Lifting her bottom my partially deflated cock slipped from her tight pussy. Warm wetness flowed into my groin, semen leaking.

I lay her down next to her sister and rose to wash myself, smiling and feeling drowsy. I was going to sleep well.

Chapter Ten

Life at the Lomas farm took an interesting turn. The three of us had entered into an intimate sexual relationship. Hannah approached sex with a childish enthusiasm as if it was a game, full of fun and pleasure. Rachael mostly made love with me, full of soft sexiness, snuggles and sighs, intense and adoring. Sex with her was an emotional bonding and we both knew it. I fully expected jealousy and fighting for my attention and was somewhat disappointed when it never appeared. Somehow they never had a conflict when it came to sex with me. They were also closer to each other than I'd ever seen. It had me flummoxed for a while until I discovered why.

The heat had finally eased from oppressive to just hot. Part of the reason was a refreshing breeze that swayed the young corn in ripples and waves. It blew my hair and dried my brow. I smelled dust and vegetation. All the machinery I needed for harvesting was finally ready, restored to pristine shape - as pristine as it had been when I bought it all second hand, that is. For the next few weeks my schedule would be relaxed. I'd need to make inspection trips through the fields, water the corn if needed, and begin the chores piling up around the house; repainting, fixing, repairing, puttering around.

Inside the kitchen door I kicked off my boots expecting to see either of the girls preparing lunch. The kitchen was empty. It was clean, breakfast dishes washed and in the drainer. About to yell for them, I heard a giggle and smiled. Hannah for sure. It was such sweet music.

When another echoed at me, my curiosity was piqued and I followed the sound. In socks I made no noise climbing the stairs. More giggles echoed. My smile grew bigger at the sweet innocent sound of pleasure. What was she doing that amused her so much?

Stopping at my bedroom, I eased the door open. It swung back on silent hinges. I don't think I'd ever been so shocked.

Hannah was stretched out on her back, arms spread, legs spread, and completely naked, her head propped up on a pillow.

Kneeling and bent over between her spread legs was a partially dressed Rachael. She had one piece of clothing on - pink cotton panties. Her face was buried in Hannah's crotch, mouth pressed to her sister's pussy. From my angle I saw Rachael's small breasts forming delectable cones with sexy light pink tips and her gorgeous ass rounded, her pussy pressing against pink cotton between her thighs.

A slurp broke the silence. Another giggle sounded. "Not like that. Do it like Keith does," Hannah exclaimed. She caught sight of me and grinned. "Hi, Keith."

Rachael raised her face from her sister's pussy to glance back towards me. Her mouth was covered in moisture. Dark eyes twinkled. She smiled and wiggled her sexy bum at me. "Wanna join us? We're having fun."

Fuck me.

"Keith?" Rachael asked again, grinning and wiggling that gorgeous butt at me. "Wanna?"

I fumbled with the button on my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My erection felt hard enough to burst out of the denim. Stumbling, I kicked them off and moved onto the bed kneeling behind Rachael. She'd gone back to eating Hannah's pussy. I didn't care. My eyes were locked on Rachael's panties, on the sexy bulge of her pussy between her thighs, the gorgeous shape of a slender young bum.

When I shoved my boxers down to my knees my cock sprang up. There were no preliminaries. I grabbed her soft cotton panties and yanked them down revealing her sexy pussy, dark chestnut pubes dusting her labia, her clit peeking back at me.

Fondling her buttocks, I eased them apart. Her anus appeared, small and tightly closed and suddenly rather attractive. I'd need to broach that subject at some point.

Easing her small buttocks apart further, her sexy cleft oozed open to reveal its seductive moist pink interior, her clit, and the small entrance to her vagina. Moving closer, I pressed my cock along her butt crack and admired. I could picture how deep I'd be penetrating Rachael when I buried myself in her, and I planned to bury myself in her, horniness driving a raging need.

Hannah giggled again. "No! Use your tongue, Rach!"

Damn!

Grasping my shaft I guided the tip to her cleft and spread precum by rubbing it up and down. Her slit became slippery, silky, and hugely arousing, labia spreading to welcome me. I pressed in until I was lodged in place, ready to penetrate her. The sight was fantastic; my large erection poised to take her. Grasping her hips, holding her firmly and without preliminaries, I pressed, eased off, pressed, and shuddered at the sight of my bulbous crown oozing into her little pussy, labia stretching.

Moist heat greeted me and urged me on. Holding her hips, I started fucking her gently, each thrust penetrating her deeper and deeper, her labia slipping down my thick shaft.

She was slick and moist and hot and wonderful, a tight velvet sheath squeezing me beautifully. Her hips were small and still narrow emphasizing her youth. She felt fantastic. And then the tip of my cock nudged to her cervix just as her sexy buttocks pressed and bulged against my groin. I was buried and pulsing, throbbing, so damned turned on.

Withdrawing slowly, my shaft now glistening with our fluids, I reversed and pressed in, thumping into her. Rachael grunted, her body shoved up slightly. Hannah gasped. I growled and withdrew slowly, loving how the rim of my crown oozed out of her so sensually before thrusting back into heaven, surrounded by velvet sensuousness, hugged tight, Rachael grunting with the force of my thrust.

I forgot about her pleasure. I forgot about Hannah's pleasure. All that mattered was the exquisite feeling of fucking her, her tightness, so young and desirable. I thought of nothing, just staring at the incredible sight of burying myself in her sexy pussy, her small body taking me. I was selfish, thrusting, fucking, drowning in the sensations bombarding me.

Somewhere in my hazy brain I heard one of the girls cry out. It hardly registered as I succumbed to the urgent desire for release, that pounding need to feel nirvana. Thrusting, fucking, my cock swelled, testicles grew heavy, paradise promised. With a crash of agony, I thrust into Rachael and sealed the tip against her deepest part, paused, and gasped when the tidal wave was released. Sweet bliss hit me. My cock swelled and heaven opened its doors with a huge spurt, semen exploding into her. With no chance at breathing, I withdrew and thrust, exploding, semen flooding her, hot, thick, an endless exquisite spurt. My body cramped. I fucked and came, ejaculating, pleasure cascading through me. Gripping her hips tightly I fucked and came, semen spurting, thrust and came, spurting into her until nothing was left but dry heaves.

My body tensed. The last of my orgasm passed releasing me and, unable to stop myself, I slowly collapsed onto Rachael's back, still holding her hips. Rachael collapsed onto Hannah. For a minute nothing was said.

"You're heavy," Hannah complained in a muffled voice from the bottom of the pile.

I rolled bringing Rachael with me, spooning her tightly.

"What did it feel like?" Rachael asked Hannah.

Lying naked on the grass and pleasantly cool from skinny-dipping, I listened to them chat. I felt guilty for ducking out of repainting the shutters. I'd felt lazy.

The girls had proven masterful at managing my emotions. I rarely had reason to be angry with them, the worst being mildly reproachful when they slipped on their chores. But it was as if they were psychically connected and able to work in perfect tandem without verbal consultation to manipulate me.

Somehow I wanted to take them to town for ice cream and to shop. Somehow I was thankful they bought themselves new clothes and appreciated them for agreeing to go for a refreshing swim. For some reason I was happy to eat pasta for five days in a row at Hannah's insistence.

Every time I started to object or suggest something else, one or the other would distract me. Rachael could distract me with a light caress of my ear! Hannah was pretty adept at crawling into my lap and snuggling, emptying my brain of thoughts.

"What did what feel like?" Hannah asked, confused.

"When you took Keith's erection in your mouth?" Rachael said.

"It was . . . rubbery and soft. But making him groan by sucking on it was fun," Hannah said.

On my back, staring up at the weeping willow canopy overhead, I actually felt the change in blood flowing through my body. I felt it divert and head south. I felt it slowly inflate me.

"I want to try," Rachael commented.

"But what if he cums?" Hannah asked.

"I'd swallow, I guess. How much of him did you get in your mouth?"

"Not much. He's awfully big."

I did not look over at them. It was obvious they were doing this deliberately to get a rise out of me and boy was it working, the rise that is. My erection formed and strained.

Hannah observed, "Look, Keith's horny. How come?"

"Very funny," I said.

Both giggled. They moved, settling at either side of me.

Rachael leaned over and smiled at me, her pretty dark brown eyes twinkling with pleasure. "You're so easy," she said, bending and kissing me lightly. "I really like that."

Her breath smelled fresh, her lips red and sexy. She smiled again. It made my heart thump. I adored her.

"I'm gonna try," she said softly.

With arms crossed under my head I watched Hannah and Rachael in all their naked glory sit at my waist on either side of me. Hannah started by holding my erection, bringing it up and bending to kiss the tip lightly. Arousal washed through me in a heated wave. I appreciated the perkiness of Rachael's small breasts and noted how her areolae were a darker pink. Rachael was aroused. My cock flexed.

"Let me," Rachael said softly, taking my shaft in hand. She glanced up at me and flashed a quick smile before bending. Soft silky lips touched me. She kissed slowly and, when sitting up, tasted her lips. Precum made them glisten like lip gloss.

Bending, her lips touched me again. Pressure increased. Lips parted and slipped over my crown. Her mouth opened and she took me in. The sight was stunning, sexy, erotic. I watched her ease more in, her lips moving down my shaft. Her throat twitched when she gagged and she slowly reversed her journey ending with a loving kiss on the tip.

I was feeling pretty stupid with arousal. My cock felt heavy, thick, pulsing.

"You got it all the way to here," Hannah said with admiration, circling my shaft with fingers, the tips not meeting. "Let me try."

Hannah bent, her mouth opening. Teeth scraped the edge of my crown. Her tongue emerged slightly as if licking me and I felt her determination when the tip nudged against the back of her mouth. She paused and sucked sending a shiver of pleasure through my cock. With an inch to go to match her sister, she pressed, gagged and yanked her mouth off, coughing. "Can't," she gasped.

Reaching down I fondled her bare bum. "I don't want you to," I said. It's not about how much you can take, it's about how you use your mouth."

"Like sucking and stuff," Hannah agreed with a nod.

I grinned. "And stuff. Using your tongue, too. Even using your hands to stroke at the same time," I added.

"Like this?" Rachael asked, bending to engulf the tip in her mouth. She caressed my crown with her tongue and stroked my shaft. When she turned her face slightly to look up at me, my cock in her mouth, I reached my limit, the sight just too sexy.

"Careful," I warned.

She grinned, stroked and sucked.

She was caught by surprise. The first spurt exploded into her mouth with force making her gag and haul her mouth off my cock. She choked. A second exquisite pulse made my stomach curl and semen launched high into the air. I gasped with pleasure.

Amazing me, Rachael bent and sealed her lips over the crown, a third aching pulse of cum erupting. Her cheeks swelled slightly before she swallowed, the action driving me crazy. In rapid fire I came, spurting into her mouth, Rachael swallowing, spurting, sweet release flooding me. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting slightly with each exquisite spurt, watching as I fucked her mouth, cumming hard.

Collapsing, my body relaxed and calm arrived. I was drained and satisfied.

"You could have warned me!" Rachael exclaimed with a frown.

"I'm sorry. You didn't have to swallow it," I apologized.

"I'm not talking about that. I wanted to swallow. I just wasn't ready. You almost choked me."

"Sorry," I apologized again. "But, wow that was sexy."

"Was it?" she asked with a little blush.

"Yup."

"I wanna try," Hannah interjected. "What did it taste like?" she asked her sister.

Rachael glanced at my stomach and scooped a bit up with her finger. "Here. You can try it," she offered, extending her hand.

Warily Hannah's tongue emerged. She licked and tasted, her face scrunching up. "Yuck. I don't think I like it."

Rachael responded casually, "That's okay. It'll all be mine."

"Maybe I'll get used to it," Hannah offered.

It was a family decision. It looked too big to me. I wasn't even sure it would fit.

Hannah bounced her bum on it with enthusiasm. Rachael pushed the mattress with her hand.

We were shopping for a new bed.

My double bed was just too small. It was Hannah's fault. She spread out hogging real estate when she slept. I'd come precariously close to falling out of bed several time. This queen-sized bed was the answer.

"It's not firm enough," Rachael decided.

"But it's soft and nice," Hannah claimed, bouncing.

"It's not firm enough," Rachael repeated with more conviction. She glanced at me. "What do you think?"

I reminded her it was her responsibility to select the new bed. She smiled with pride and moved on to the next.

"I like this one, too!" Hannah claimed, bouncing on the next one.

"You like them all," Rachael responded with a stern frown that morphed into a grin when her sister went flying off the far side.

I didn't care. Larger was good. Anything would be better than the twenty-year-old one I had, so one was as good as the next in my estimation. We'd been on the hunt for almost two hours and I wasn't sure what Rachael was looking for. Luckily she found it with something called memory foam.

It was amusing see the discovery. Hannah was the first to launch herself onto the bed. A shocked expression emerged.

"Wow! Like, wow!" she exclaimed. "Rach! Check this one out!"

Rachael did her usual, pressing down on the mattress. She smiled and eased herself onto the bed and sighed. "This is it. C'mere, Keith. Try it."

When the sales clerk arrived to the sight of three of us on the bed, I had a brief moment of panic imagining he knew the bed was actually for the three of us. Rachael handled it calmly. "This is the one I want," she announced pretending it was for her alone.

It was astonishingly expensive.

Hannah and Rachael celebrated its delivery by bouncing and rolling on it, shoving each other and laughing; the child in them emerging. Eventually we removed the plastic cover and Rachael took charge of making the bed, hustling Hannah and me out of the room.

Another welcome event occurred that day. Rachael got her period right on time when she finished the first round of birth control pills. It was a huge weight off my shoulders, although, if truth be told, the thought of having a baby with her was becoming increasingly attractive.

It was clear Rachael was not as thrilled about her period as I was. She moped around and through body language told me she was upset. Hannah didn't notice. She was excited about going to bed and expended her excess energy by standing on the seat of the swing and reaching new, unsettling heights.

I sat on the back kitchen doorstep next to Rachael. She looked wonderful in her cut-off jeans, so short the bottom of her buttocks peeked out, and a soft oversized T-shirt. The stylized flying eagle printed on the front confirmed it was my T-shirt. I liked her wearing it.

"Be careful, Hannah!" I yelled and took a sip of beer. "So, what's bothering my girl?" I asked Rachael.

I had to chuckle when she told me she was angry because she couldn't do stuff with her period. It was a new bed, too. It hadn't occurred to me that having a new bed was significant, nor that making love in it was important. Apparently it was . . . to Rachael. She was upset it would be her sister who would be first.

It was small things like this that revealed Rachael's attitude to our relationship. To her, Hannah joining in our sexual intimacy was for fun. But Rachael regarded our relationship as dramatically different, more possessive, and she wasn't wrong. I ceded as much responsibility as I could to a thirteen-year-old, perhaps more than I should. I trusted Rachael completely. I loved her and Hannah, but I was in love with Rachael.

Sipping beer, I casually mentioned, "There are other ways to make love when you have your period."

She turned her face up to me. "Like how?"

"Well, there's touch, masturbating each other. There's frottage; that's rubbing against each other until you cum. And there's anal sex."

"Anal?" she asked. "We haven't tried that yet."

I chuckled. "I'm quite aware of that."

"Do you like it?"

I pushed a wayward strand of curly chestnut hair out of her face and behind her delicate ear. "Yes. I like anal sex."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not if you're careful and take things slowly."

Hannah let loose with a hoot of joy reaching new heights on the swing. I cringed. "Careful!" I yelled out.

Rachael, with her chin resting in her hand and elbow on her bare knee, looked sideways at me. "Would you like to try?" she asked, her cheeks reddening slightly.

"I'd love to."

Her flush deepened with her shy smile, beautiful eyes twinkling again.

Hannah didn't complain when her sister told her about the plan for bedtime. Hannah never complained about sex. She liked it and could live without it for a while. To her it was her way of getting a little loving whenever she felt the need. It wasn't a physically-driven desire.

However, I felt guilty enough to make her a pasta casserole for dinner and she rewarded me with a string of yums and eating a second helping and complaining of a tummy ache when we sat watching television, a rerun of some sitcom. My mind wasn't on it. I had other things on my mind . . . well one thing; Rachael's sexy bum. I was quite excited.

Turns out I was right to be excited. Hannah observed while I paid tribute to her sisters gorgeous ass. I had Rachael just how I wanted her; naked and lying on her front, her arms crossed under her head. I was where I wanted to be, on my knees astride her legs. I was doing something I loved, fondling her sexy little buttocks, firm and slender, each a wondrous, exciting handful. Needless to say I sported a rather determined erection.

Yet under my hands I sensed nervousness in how her body responded, tensing, twitching.

"Relax," I suggested.

"I am relaxed," Rachael said.

I touched her side. She jerked. "Yup, really relaxed," I said with a chuckle.

"Okay. Maybe not," she admitted. "I might be a bit nervous."

Leaning over, I pushed her thick hair away from her delicate ear and bent close. "Don't be," I whispered with a soft kiss on her neck. "You'll like it. I promise." I kissed her earlobe. When I nibbled it Rachael giggled and turned her head to stop me so I kissed her shoulder instead.

I took my own sweet time. She needed to be aroused. She needed the urgency and desire that comes with horniness. I spent time massaging her slender back, following the contours of her small shoulder blades and spine. I teased with fingertips brushing against the swell of her breasts where they pressed against the bed.

Every so often I leaned over and kissed her soft cheek. Sometimes I let my mouth hover close to hers and waited. A smile would emerge on her face and she'd turn her face just enough for me to kiss her lips, soft, supple and silky.

I dwelled on her magnificent ass, her beauteous bottom, a natural wonder of the world. Twin globes formed such a stunning shape, narrow and only beginning to fill out. Buttocks merged into sexy thighs almost smoothly, only a sensual crease forming to emphasize the form of her buttocks. At her groin a diamond-shaped gap showed. It was shadowed and alluring. Massaging her firm buttocks I pulled them apart and her sexy pussy was revealed, her bum crack curving down to meet the beginning of her cleft, silky dark pubic hair dusting her full labia.

My erection strained up at the sight of a thin string. It emerged from the base of her cleft, a single white string, her tampon, a reminder of her fertility, and it was powerfully arousing. To know Rachael was fertile, yet her body still young, a child's shape in many ways, was intensely sexy. The dramatic contrast struck a chord with me and made me yearn for her.

Reaching out I grabbed the bottle of K-Y lube and drizzled it into her bum crack.

She shivered at the coolness clenching her buttocks, so sexy.

Replacing the bottle I grabbed a pillow. "Lift," I instructed, rolling the pillow up and slipping it under her hips. My groan of appreciation was silent, but God her bum was spectacular. Now mounded, her small buttocks parted slightly revealing the glisten of lube, her small, tightly closed anus, and the plumpness of her pussy below.

Caressing her sweet buttocks, I pressed my thumb into her bum crack and slipped it up and down, each time passing across her anus. Lube spread. I started pausing and pressing against her anus and each time Rachael would tense up, her buttocks clenching.

"Relax," I whispered, pressing again more firmly, her tight bum resisting.

Rachael gasped. Her hand reached back and grabbed my wrist. "I can't," she whispered.

Leaning over her, my cock naturally resting in the valley of her buttocks, I brought my face close to hers. "Can't what?" I asked in a whisper.

She looked back at me. "I can't . . . I don't want to. I'm not . . ."

I smiled and caressed her hair. She was afraid and had changed her mind. Fine. It was her body. "That's all right, honey," I whispered.

"Sorry."

"Shhh. Nothing to be sorry for. Lift up," I instructed.

When she lifted her hips, her buttocks pressed to my groin and hugged my erection beautifully. I slipped my hand underneath her hip and reached for her pussy. Sliding my fingers over her mons I cupped her and found her clit. My erection throbbed.

"Like this," I whispered, pressing my erection into her bum crack. She was slippery and sensual, her buttocks firmly pressing back against me. When I caressed her clit she moaned and clenched her bum squeezing my cock.

Putting more of my weight onto her, pressing my cock to her, I started humping her with a rolling motion, riding her bum, lubrication making everything slippery and sensual and exciting, my erection gliding back and forth easily.

"This feels good," I whispered.

"Uh-huh," she replied curling her bum back at me, rubbing her clit against my finger. Her arms moved out from under her head. Hands held the sheet. She curled back at me.

With her bum raised by the pillow, I fucked her buttocks slowly. Her bum pressed and rolled against my groin, delightfully small and firm. Her scent filled my lungs, clean, floral. Her silky-soft pubes rubbed against my palm. Her little clitoris became slippery.

I caressed her harder and she responded, curling her bum, fucking back at me, my erection gliding effortlessly through her crack cushioned by sweet flexing buttocks. In many ways it felt like we were having intercourse, just different, exciting.

I watched her face and saw the signs of her arousal. Her eyes closed and nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply. Her hand formed into fists gripping the sheet. Her humping bottom moved faster, caressing my erection. She rubbed her clit against my finger.

Cute frown lines appeared between her eyebrows. Her lips parted and she began to breathe through her mouth. She was closing in on her climax.

Still rubbing her clitoris, I reached under her chest with my other hand. More of my weight pressed down on her petite body. I cupped her small breast, squeezing it gently. Rachael murmured and humped faster. I fucked her sexy bum crack harder, my own pleasure emerging, cock swelling. Damn I was hard.

Waiting, taking my time, she neared the point I loved so much. With my mouth next to her ear, with her panting, her body writhing underneath me, her sweet bottom humping my erection, buttocks moving sensually against my groin, I whispered, "I love you, Rachael. Come with me."

I'd timed it perfectly. Rachael groaned loudly and gasped. Her buttocks clenched hard around my cock. She jerked and climaxed with a little cry of pleasure. Suddenly she was writhing like crazy, scrubbing her pussy against my hand, her fists tugging the sheet.

I fucked her beautiful bum crack. My erection swelled and strained. "Yes, cum," I whispered into her ear.

Rachael's movements intensified. She jerked and shook underneath me. With a gasp of my own, my cock swelled. I thrust. Semen exploded in a beautifully pleasurable pulse, spurting wet and thick over her back. I fucked and exploded, cum spurting with blinding pleasure. I fucked and erupted, bliss pounding me, covering her lower back and filling her sweet bum crack with hot semen, pulsing and cumming beautifully to her exquisite buttock clenches, each clench and flex milking me. I came hard until I was drained and sated, slowing gradually along with Rachael.

We stopped, chests heaving.

"I'm really wet," Rachael murmured with a weak clench.

She was. I'd smeared semen all over her.

Hannah's arms held my waist tight. The loud roar of the Honda ATV precluded chatting. It bounced and jerked over rough terrain. We were heading to our southern fields to inspect a new type of corn I was testing this year, Honey 'n Pearl, a super-sweet, bicolor variety. Hannah had claimed boredom and asked to come with me. Rachael, feeling a bit off with her period, had decided to stay at the farm and do some laundry . . . or not. I wasn't quite clear on that.

We bounced along the edge of the field inside the fence. When I finally came to a halt and switched the engine off, the silence was deafening. Eventually my ears cleared and the familiar summer whine of insects returned. Cloud cover was sporadic. We alternated between shade and intense sun but a steady gentle breeze helped cool us.

"Why are we trying this corn?" Hannah asked, following behind me as I inspected a row of corn. It had grown thigh-high already.

"Because it's sweeter. It's rare. People will pay a bit more for it. Besides, it's supposed to be hardier, too."

"Then why didn't we plant it everywhere?"

I smiled. "You always test first just in case it won't grow well."

"Oh."

Bending, I inspected the young ear partway down the stalk. The sandy-colored tassel at the top waved in the breeze. There didn't appear to be any insect damage.

"Can I have the water?" Hannah asked.

We paused while she took huge gulps of water. The breeze died, heat rushing in. Resuming the inspection, with Hannah trailing me and explaining her favorite parts of The Avengers movie, I continued the inspection while we worked our way across the field. Hannah apparently liked every part of the movie. Despite having fallen asleep at the cinema I felt I knew the film intimately by the time she finished and suggested I might want to take her back to watch it again, "Cuz I liked it, Keith."

Apparently.

A small copse of trees offered us a shady spot to rest before heading back. I sipped water and studied Hannah. Her dark brown hair was straggly and wind-blown from the ride but it looked cute on her. She'd shown her usual fashion flair by matching a yellow T-shirt with neon lime green terry shorts that hugged her body rather snugly. They showed how small her bum was, how narrow her hips were and, in forming to all the female nooks and crannies, were surprisingly sexy.

Hannah sat on the ground with legs crossed. It stretched the terry shorts tightly over her little pussy making it seem rather plump, chubby, very eye-catching.

Before it affected me too much, I turned my attention to the field. I found the sight of corn growing very rewarding. It let me feel I was actually creating something of value and, when the corn was sold at the end of the season, I'd get a satisfied sense of achievement. Things could be worse. Commercial corn farmers were being hammered by low prices. Those that had rushed into corn to supply ethanol were now mostly bankrupt. There were very few independent corn farmers left, most farms now owned by big corporations.

I worried that even organic farmers like me would be pushed out if consumers flocked to organic food too fast. Another three years was all I needed to have the girl's university fund complete. Hopefully things would . . .

"I need to pee," Hannah exclaimed, interrupting my train of thought.

"So pee," I said.

"Out here?"

"Sure, unless you can hold it for another hour."

"I can't. We need to go back now!"

"Just pee over there," I suggested, pointing.

Hannah looked at me as if I was crazy. "I don't have anything to wipe with. I can't pee here."

Fishing into my back pocket I pulled out a tangled bunch of Kleenex and handed it to her. "There ya go."

Hannah sat as if she wasn't desperate, fidgeting slightly. "Fine!" she exclaimed, jumping up and moving away. "Don't look!"

Well, tell someone not to look and of course they will. I was no exception. I looked out of the corner of my eye and, confounding me, got an erection.

Hannah shoved her terry shorts and white panties to her knees revealing her hairless little pussy. She sort of spread her feet and squatted down, her face turned down to watch herself. That amazing little pussy grew rounded and full, the little cleft parting enough to let the tip of her clit poke out. Then a stream of pee started. I heard the hiss from where I sat.

I'd never seen a girl pee. I knew how all the waterworks operated, but had never seen it. I'd never even considered that particular bodily function sexy, either. So why did I develop an erection watching Hannah pee? The stream of pee slowed, a few weak spurts following, then tissue wiped along her cleft and I was erect and horny as Hell. Why?

Hannah glanced up. "You looked!" she exclaimed, standing quickly and tugging her panties and terry shorts up. "That wasn't nice! I told you not to look," she said, wiggling and reaching behind her to untwist a wedgie.

"Sorry."

Hannah grinned and, moving over to me, sat astride me on my lap. "S'okay. Gimme a kiss and I'll forgive you."

I did, a light peck. But she paused and wiggled. Her eyes opened in realization. "You're horny!" she exclaimed. "Did seeing me pee do that?"

"Yeah," I admitted with a smile. Reaching around her I gripped two tiny terry-clad buttocks.

"That's weird," she said, wiggling against my erection.

"Yup. Weird."

A few moments passed. "I'm horny, too," she announced with a hump against me.

Things sort of happened. It started with little kisses, soft lips, smiles and twinkling honey-brown eyes. Somehow my hand slipped inside neon-green terry shorts and cotton panties to fondle a bare bottom. Tongues became active. Hannah murmured into my mouth and started humping the bulge in my pants.

I spoke with my hands, tugging the back of her shorts down. Hannah stood and, with her hands on my shoulders, she let me lower her shorts and panties, stepping out of them while I occupied myself with kissing her chubby little mons, a silken pad of sensuality.

My tongue briefly probed her tightly closed cleft before she laughed and pushed my head away.

"Your turn," she said.

Jeans and boxers were kicked off, my erection waving around. Suddenly there we were; Hannah with a yellow T-shirt, blue socks and sneakers, me with a cotton shirt, socks and boots, both bare-assed. Hannah was grinning, eyes twinkling as she studied my erection. I was grinning, too, my eyes taking in the sexy sight of an almost naked nine-year-old with the prettiest little pussy ever.

Sitting down and grabbing her hand, I drew her into me and slowly lay back on the ground, Hannah on top of me. Her slight body pressed against my erection sending beautiful pulses of excitement through me. I held her little ass in one hand and fondled it loving how rounded and cute it was. We kissed playfully, pecks, nibbling lower lips, sucking tongues, rubbing noses, laughing.

My erection strained and leaked, slippery precum spreading on her tummy. My fingers probed her cute behind and probed down, touching her hairless pussy. Playing slowed when I caressed her closed cleft. She let her head drop to my chest when I pressed my fingertip into her slit and discovered slippery moisture, warmth, silkiness.

Curling my finger, Hannah started humping, the effect being to slowly press the tip of my middle finger against the entrance to her vagina. My erection pulsed again, more precum oozing out between us. Her small body against mine felt fantastic. The breeze provided just enough cooling effect. Insects buzzed.

Hannah's arms reached up around my neck. She pressed her pussy back and, in one smooth, achingly arousing motion, my finger slipped into her. A snug velvet warmth gripped my middle finger, moist and sexy. Her vagina was so tight, so amazing.

Hannah moaned quietly and humped, fucking herself on my finger. It slipped deeper, the sensation astounding. The feel of her little pussy drove me nuts. I made the mistake of imagining her vagina gripping my erection and desire slammed into me. Rolling, I laid her on the ground, her legs bent over my thighs, her sweet little pussy bared for my inspection.

She watched me stare at her pubis knowing the effect she was having, my erection bobbing in the air. The small triangular pad of her pubis mounded from her body, curved, narrowing, a sexy cleft bisecting plump labia. With legs parted her slit was only partially open, just enough to reveal her clitoral hood. Her buttocks bulged where they pressed to the ground.

There was a definite tremble in my hand when I reached down and stroked her short cleft with my thumb. Hannah reacted with a tremor.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Good," she whispered in reply, rising onto her elbows to watch my hand.

I caressed her chubby, bald pussy carefully. The way her labia bulged, so soft and sexy and yielding to my touch, had my heart racing, my cock aching. I rubbed circles where the nub of her clit nestled between her labia then moved lower, my thumb sinking in between her lips to probe deeper. Shuddering with arousal, I gathered precum dripping from my crown and spread it on her little cleft. It glistened in the sun and made her slippery, exciting, so damn desirable.

I couldn't wait any longer. Grabbing my shaft I glanced at her. "Ready?"

"Uh-huh."

With one hand holding her small hip, her legs bent over my thighs, I guided my erection. The tip kissed her cleft. A shudder of excitement hit me.

Moving slowly, I dragged the tip up and down spreading precum along her short slit. With each stroke I pressed harder. The sight was astounding. Her chubby labia bulged and oozed open to hug the tip of my cock. I stroked up and down, the tip sinking, labia stretching, her cleft almost filled I was so big.

Even knowing she could take me didn't help. It was an outrageous sight that just thrilled me, an adult erection poised to penetrate a prepubescent girl. It shouldn't have aroused me so but it did, powerfully.

Pressing harder, holding her little hip, my tip lodged to her entrance, the crown only partially penetrating her. I was thick, wider than the base of her pussy. I was achingly erect, horny, desperate to penetrate her. I wanted to thrust and bury myself inside her, feel her tightness around my cock. It was a desire that threatened to take control like the first time.

Breathing deeply, I tore my eyes away from the hugely arousing sight and concentrated on Hannah's pretty face. She looked at me. A grin appeared, so damn cute.

"What 'cha waiting for?" she asked cheekily.

God help me!

With my erection lodged to her, I let the shaft go and caressed her cheek. Bending forward to kiss her was a mistake. Her vagina dilated and, as my lips touched hers, my crown slid into her. She was tight, molten velvet, so small. A deep shudder shook my body.

Hannah collapsed off her elbows onto her back. I straightened and glanced down.

It was a stupendous sight. Her little pussy was stretched around my thick shaft. Her clit was pressed to my shaft. I watched my erection flex and pulse, each throb making her feel tighter.

Holding both of her hips, I raised her, drawing her pussy up. Another exquisite inch oozed into her. Backing off, I pulled her to me again, slipping deeper into her tight little pussy.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Nope. But I feel stuffed down there."

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" I asked again, disbelievingly.

"I said no. It feels nice. Do you like it?" she asked.

"Oh yeah."

Easing my cock out, I pulled her to me again, staring at the sight of my erection penetrating into her. With just over half of the length buried in her I touched her end and pulsed with excitement. Damn she was tight.

I caressed her clit hoping to build her pleasure. Her reaction was startling. Hannah gasped at my touch and shoved her pussy up. I slipped deeper, now pressed tight to her end.

Withdrawing, my shaft outrageously thick and glistening, I rubbed her clit again. This time I was prepared. Hannah inhaled and thrust her pussy up, taking me in again, the tip thumping against her cervix.

"Yeah. That's good," she moaned.

When I pulled out, she thrust herself up again, my erection sliding effortlessly into her tight grasp. I pulled out again. Hannah pushed back and just like that we were fucking. As I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb we fucked, moving together, withdrawing and penetrating, my erection gripped tightly. Her labia inverted with each thrust she was so damn snug.

We fucked with an easy, steady rhythm and I drowned in the sensation of sex with her. But it ended suddenly when Hannah gasped, her hands curling into fists on her tummy, and she started shaking like she was experiencing a stroke. She cried out quietly, her eyes squeezed closed. Her body curled up and collapsed back gasping. The way her pussy clamped down on me - like a vise tightening - took me over the top.

Grabbing her little hips, I thrust into her.

"Oh Jesus," I groaned.

My cock swelled and the storm erupted. Pressing my erection as deep as it could go semen exploded in a gut wrenching pulse, ecstasy taking my breath away and cum flooding into her little womb. Gasping, I withdrew and thrust, crying out with the pleasure hammering me, cum exploding. I thrust, swelled, erupted, hot thick cum spurting deep into her immature body. My orgasm raged over me. Hannah's pussy became slippery with semen and still I thrust and erupted, sweet relief washing through my body with every agonizing pulse. I held her little body, fucking her, cumming until nothing was left.

Drained and panting, I slowed and stopped. The sight of Hannah relaxed and watching me greeted me when I finally opened my eyes. I needed to lie down, my body weak.

Hannah grinned at me. "You really came this time," she said. When she tightened her pussy it forced my soft erection out.

I collapsed to her side on my back.

"Do you have any more Kleenex?" she asked.

I chuckled. "Nope."

Reaching out I caressed her tummy. "Luv ya," I said. I wondered how I'd survive. I was getting more sex than I'd ever had. When would it be too much? What would happen if and when it reached that point? I decided to talk to Rachael about it.

Groaning, I rolled onto my side. "Come on. We have to get back. Your sister will be wondering what happened to us."

"No she won't," Hannah replied, not moving.

"Yes she will."

"No she won't."

Grinning, I gave up. Hannah would go on endlessly just so she'd have the last word.

Epilogue

THE BUS RUMBLED QUIETLY eating up the miles on the ruler-straight road. Air conditioning kept the oncoming summer heat at bay. Resting her head against the window she stared at the passing landscape. Cultivated fields of soy had been left behind and fields of wheat were now mixed with fields of alfalfa.

She paid little attention to the passing scenery. She barely noticed the rumble of the bus. Another hour and she'd be home. Rachael felt it inside her. Like a spring slowly tightening, her excitement built with each mile.

One more hour.

She loved and hated university. She loved learning and the precision of mathematics. She loved the challenge of trying to grasp ever harder mathematical concepts and, more than anything, she loved applying math to nature and geology and even human behavior. But she hated being away from home, from Keith. Each year it had been harder to leave. She didn't want to leave him. She wanted university to be close to home. It wasn't.

One more hour and she'd see him.

Hannah had kept her informed of everything, texting updates almost every day. They talked at least once a week and it always left her jealous of her sister. Hannah was still living with Keith. Hannah had Keith to herself. Her jealousy of her sister could only be eased by one person, by one thing, by Keith holding her and loving her the way he did, as if his whole soul was in his loving.

One more hour and she'd find peace.

Looking out the window at cultivated fields flashing past, her forehead against the glass, she wondered what he was doing right now. Was he excited? Was his blood pulsing? Was he thinking of her?

SHE UNDULATED ON TOP of me, her dark brown hair damp with perspiration. Perky little breasts, full and ripe, moved with her body, her dark areolae slightly raised, nipples hard.

Deep inside her my crown was being massaged in a sensual heat. She was actually rubbing her cervix on my tip. Dark brown, almost black silky pubes formed a sensual delta at her groin, her sexy pussy pooched out where it pressed to my pubes.

She shuddered, her hands on my stomach supporting herself as she moved slowly, languidly.

Insects whined loudly through the open window. The breeze was warm as spring finally faded into the beginning of summer.

Honey-brown eyes opened. Her pelvis undulated back and forth, my crown stimulated deep within her. "I'm almost there," Hannah said softy. "You're so deep. Can you feel me?"

Hannah loved having her cervix stimulated. She loved getting me as deep as possible and riding me was her favorite. She was in control. She set the pace. She drove.

She pressed down harder. Her cervix pressed against the tip of my cock, rubbery hard. When I came I'd be shooting directly into her womb. My erection swelled at the thought. Reaching up I cupped her lovely full breasts, still on the small side. At sixteen, Hannah had still not filled out. She had a dancer's body, slender and sexy just like her sister.

"I'm close, Keith. Can you cum with me?"

Easily. "Whenever you're ready," I answered.

Hannah moved her pussy slightly faster and moaned quietly, her eyes locked on mine. She reached for my hands interlocking her fingers with me, undulating, fucking me, her cervix rubbing. With a slight tilt she rubbed her clit on me. Her eyes narrowed in arousal. A flush emerged on her pretty face.

"Now," she whispered, her body jerking.

Deep, deep inside her my erection expanded just as her pussy contracted. A heavy wave of ecstasy erupted and flowed through my body as semen burned up and exploded into her womb.

Hannah gasped and cried out her fingers tightening in mine.

Another exquisite wave of ecstasy hit me, cock swelling, and a massive spurt stole my breath away, hips heaving upwards, cum flooding her womb. Hannah cried out again and collapsed onto my chest.

Grabbing her ass, I fucked her deeply, spurting, cumming, cumming, drowning in pleasure, my Hannah humping me and trembling, her arms clutching.

The orgasm passed leaving peace and lassitude and drowsiness that only intense climaxes could. Muscles melted. I held Hannah in my arms, her slight weight feeling good. We didn't move.

Eventually my erection faded. It was ejected from her very wet pussy and Hannah rolled to my side, her head in the crook of my shoulder. She toyed with the hair on my chest.

"Are you excited to see Rach?" she asked.

"Yes, very. Are you?"

"Uh-huh."

Minutes passed in comfortable silence. My body was relaxed but not my mind. Excitement and trepidation battled inside me. Rachael was due back from university having completed her second year. She'd proven how smart she was by choosing applied mathematics and statistics as her major. I missed her. I was proud of her.

"I miss having her in bed with us," Hannah said. "Do you think she's changed?"

My hand caressed Hannah's gorgeous bare bum, tracing her butt crack. "You asked the same thing last year. Had she changed then?"

"Yeah," Hannah answered with a sigh. "What time is it? Do we have time to take a snooze before going to pick her up?"

"Sure. We have a bit of time."

I didn't sleep. With Hannah settled, I caressed her bare back and wondered if Rachael missed me. Had she found someone else?

I adored Hannah. We had a wonderful relationship full of respect and fun and enjoyment. For the last seven years I'd been happier than ever. Hannah was still the playful, carefree spirit she'd been as a little girl, with the same mischief in her honey-brown eyes. But something odd had happened just over three years ago. Somehow, as she'd flowered with puberty, our relationship changed. Perhaps it was puberty itself. Whatever it was, I found myself falling in love with her, too. Hannah grew into such a sweet girl, so full of affection. When I'd told Rachael there was something wrong with me, that I was beginning to fall in love with Hannah as well, Rachael had given me a half smile, the one full of adoration and amazement at my stupidity, and shook her head in disbelief, telling me Hannah had fallen in love with me years ago and ending with, "Man you can be clueless, Keith." Hannah just grinned with amusement, shaking her head, too.

Somehow loving two girls worked. Or almost.

In the last two years with Rachael off at university I'd noticed something odd. Hanna's grades had been slipping, slowly edging down term after term. The decline was too consistent to be chance. I was beginning to believe Hannah was engineering a reason to not go to university. I suspected it was because of her sister. Rachael missed us like mad every time she left us.

Then again, it could also be driven by even sneaker motivation. Like Rachael, Hannah had expressed a desire to have a baby and, like Rachael, I'd told her perhaps after she graduated from university. I wouldn't put it past Hannah to engineer the situation to her benefit. Would she really be that conniving? I'd have to ask Rachael. Hannah would never admit it if it was true.

Thinking of Rachael made my blood hum. I had the weirdest family life but one I accepted like a happy puppy. It would be terrible if it changed. I harbored a secret fear that it would. It happened every time Rachael left us. What if she found someone else? Surrounded by all those young hormonal guys and with her beauty, she couldn't be blamed if she found . . .

"Stop worrying," Hannah said out of the blue. "She's in love with you."

"I wasn't worrying," I said.

"Yes you were. You're a complete nincompoop. You always worry."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"Do not."

"Do, too."

With a smile I gave up. She would do it all day, still.

Insects whined loudly. Lace curtains fluffed in the gentle breeze. Drying perspiration cooled my body. Hannah nestled closer to me. I relaxed. Whatever would be would be.