Dear reader - this work is pure fictional and. Far from me to approve with the characters. If you think it could offend you, please scroll up or down to find something that fits your taste. In this 12th part of the story, Franklin's daughter Carrie rejects to consent in her initiation. Emily, who was asked to film the defloration, calls Ron to help solve the problem. There must be some way to change Carrie's mind and Franklin's sure Ron's the man to find out what to do. The following is Emily's account of the events.

I was in time at the Edmundsons' and Jane had waited to go out until I arrived. She took me apart in a corner of their little garden, she looked a bit nervous. 'Emily, I'm afraid Carrie didn't fully get the meaning of what's going to happen. I told her Frank would talk about her about sex and that's she's old enough te be initiated in it. She asked me if that would mean dad should show her his dick. O course, he will, I said and he'll let you play with it and show you what men and women do when they have sex.' She bit her lip and whispered she'd seen penises on the internet site but couldn't really understand what could be so exciting about them. 'But you keep looking at these pictures, darling,' I said, 'you even showed them Carol. I thought you were curious about them.' 'At first I was, really, mum, but dad arranged it so I can only see that penis pics site while friends at school can see girls too and I think I'm more into girls, really.' 'Did you talk about it with Carol? She's your best friend' 'I tried some times, mum, but she's so full of having sex with Ron and all she says is I should try it anyway with dad.' 'And so you will, darling, you'll have to. There's no other way I can think of. You must obey dad - and me of course. And I agree with your father, so don'd dissapoint us. Oh, by the way, Emily will come over to film it, so don't mutter anymore about it. I just hope you don't won't to be forced. Consent is the most important thing in these matters. Think about what it means for our family, Carrie. We want to be proud of you. But as soon as I mentioned you were coming to attend to film, she seemed to ease.' 'I love Emily,' she said, 'isn't there a way she'd initiate me?' 'You mean you think you're lesbian?' 'I love girls, mum, and I'm so curious how it would feel it a girl's hand would rub me. When I do, I fantasize about Carol or Emily.' 'You could fantasize about me too, Carrie.' 'Why, mum, would you do it - I mean I never got those thoughts about you.' 'I love both men and women, darling, it's called being bisexual. And sure I would not object initiating you but your father has his rights and you're simply not allowed to go against them. So be a good girl and show him you're a woman. But now, as it's going to happen, I have my doubts of everything going smooth. I hope you can help to clear her mind.' 'I'll try,' I said, 'but if she's really lesbian, I suppose there's nothing much to say.'

Franklin stood in the doorway, calling us. 'Emily, come in,' he said. 'We're about to start.' I kissed Jane goodbye and went in. Carrie sat on the couch and Franklin joined her. 'So, my darling daughter,' he said, 'time has come to make you a woman. As soon as Emily's ready with the camera, I want you to look into the lens and clearly say 'I am fully aware of what's going to happen and I consent.' That's all. So when the camera rolled, I gave sign and in a clear voice Carrie repeated the sentence. Franklin lay Carrie's hand on his zipper and said to open it, which she did. 'Now get my dick out of its cage, love,' he ordered. Her hand did not have to search, his huge pole rose up, fat and proudly standing. I must admit it was a perfect device. As Ron put Carrie's hand around it, lifting it up and down himself, one hand on her skull to bow over it, I knew I was getting wet. I saw how Ron had to force Carrie's head downwards and she didn't open her mouth, nor kissed the top of his dick. 'Now, please, Carol, open your mouth and kiss me, take it in and suck it,' he said. She suddenly rose up and said she couldn't. 'Not yet, you mean?' Franklin asked. 'Shall I first start with you then?' She nodded. 'Okay, let's do it your way. Lie down.' Once she was on her back on the couch, Franklin pulled her frock down, then her white cotton panties. He gently touched her pubes and started to rub. 'Does this feel better, sweetheart?' She nodded again, so Franklin succeeded in rubbing, soon one of his fingers gliding between the lips. But after a time he looked at me and said to stop filming. 'She doesn't get wet,' he said. 'Now, girl, sit down and tell me what's wrong with you.' She uttered not one word, sobbing, a tear rolling down her cheek. Whatever Franklin tried, nothing helped. 'Could you call Ron?' he asked. 'I think an outstander could make her talk and Ron's far better then me in emotional matters. So I called Ron who had put the two youngest to bed and had planned to fuck Carol and sleep with her afterwards. 'I'll come over,' he said, 'Carol's old enough to watch over the two. She will not be too happy I think as I promised I'd learn her something new. But I can't let Frank down.' 

When Ron arrived, he asked Franklin to leave us alone for a while with Carrie, who was still sitting on the couch, statuelike, not moving a finger, sobbing, sighing, ashamed too I think. After Franklin left the room, Ron asked Carrie to tell him what bothered her. 'Now, Ron and Emily, listen,' she sighed, 'I think I'm into lesbian sex more then with men. That's it.' She looked up now, facing us with a desperate look in her eyes. 'I simply can't explain how much I love Carol and how I fantasize making love to her and she to me. But she doesn't seem to understand, you know. She's always talking about how good it is to have sex with the two of you.' 'Did she?' Ron asked and frowned his forehead. 'Yes, but I swear I'll never tell anybody, just mum knows. I told her this afternoon as she said I had to lay with dad.' 'But I understood from Carol you liked to look at nude men on internet, didn't you?' 'Now, that's only because dad has arranged it I can't see anything else. Boys and girls at school tell me about sex sites where they see nude girls and women too, making love to each other. That's what I'm curious about. I don't know but the thought of a huge dick being put in my tiny slit horrifies me, you know. I'd rather feel a girl's finger on me, rubbing me until I squirt and than doing her.' 'Wait,' Ron said, 'problems are there to be solved. I'll talk with your father after we've compromised about things. But both you and he have to consent, you understand? Carol's not here and I don't know if she would lay with you, but Emily eventually could. Now, as Emily made me a vow to obey me, she certainly will,' Ron looked up at me while saying so and I remembered what I told him some nights before driving home. So, I wouldn't have any choice anyway and it couldn't bother me to give in to what Carrie hoped would happen. 'If your father agrees,' Ron said, 'you start with Emily and later your dad will join in. But you have to promise me now, Carrie, to give in to your father's wish and his plight to initiate you. And it you both agree, I will do my best to convice Carol to make love to you, you can sleep over with us or Carol can sleep here with you sometimes. But that doesn't mean you'd forget about your obligations to your father at least until you're sixteen, or eighteen if he wishes. We'll come out of this, surely we will. We just need to compromise, that's life, you see.' Carrie sat there, thinking, confused. 'What do you propose then, Ron,' she asked. 'May be this: tonight Emily will make you ready for your father and I'll ask him that every now and then, when you've been good to him, he allows you to meet Carol, or Emily, why not your mother or any girl you agree with. Wouldn't that be nice enough?' 'So you think I have to give in to have sex with dad?' 'Your sure have to, girl, he owns you and you own it to him.' 'Allright then,' she sighed, 'if that's the only way to have a girlfriend to have sex with, I must agree with it.' 'Fine, you're a good girl,Carrie,' Ron said and left the room to see Franklin.

Obviously they took their time, Franklin surely hard to convince to compromise. So after a while I sat down next to Carrie, taking her in my arms and starting to kiss her lips. She quicly answered, her tongue slid into mine and I touched her naked back and buttocks, slowly stroking them, than putting my hand on her belly. I felt her opening her legs and I gave her what she needed so badly, rubbing her, feeling her slit becoming wet, my fingers between the lips, soon finding the little knob she wore and stimulating it from both sides with my fingers. I went on my knees before her and as I started to lick her, Ron and Franklin entered the room. Carrie was not aware of them, her eyes closed, legs far apart, me giving head and she soon cumming, it all happened in a sacred silence. The two men stood behind the couch, Carrie not knowing, she sighed and repeatedly uttered: 'So good, so nice, so good...' Now, Carrie, I whispered, here's your dad to pay honour to you. I can't make you a woman, it's he who will and you have to be proud of that.' I gave sign and Franklin turned around the couch, me still on my knees unzipping his trousers and letting them fall down, he stepping out. 'Now, I'll show you, Carrie, you shouldn't worry, no, it's big fun,' and I took Franklin's dick in my hand and shove it between my lips, soon sucking it, my hands stroking his well shaved scrotum. pulling it down as far as I could, meanwhile milking his cock with all I had in me. Franklin drove his cock in my mouth to make me take it completely but I let it loose. I took his penis in my hand and pulled Carrie's head to it. She opened her mouth and started to suck, he moving it in and out. Then I lay myself on my back on the couch, pulled Carrie on her back on my chest and simply ordered her to open her legs for her father. He understood and put himself on his knees between my legs and Carrie's, and I heard her give a strident yell when he broke her virginity. He rode her fast and withdrew to cum over her belly. I kept hugging Carrie all the time, kissing her neck and stroking her hair and her face, wet from tears. Franklin got of us, putting on his pants and sitting on the chair across the couch. I lifted up Carrie and we kept sitting close to each other, she embracing me, her head on my shoulder, softly kissing it. 

Ron come forward, saying things properly done, we had to talk again. But, as time had swiftly passed away, Jane came in, presuming all was over yet. I told her what happened and that, after all, we compromised. I said I had loved to prepare Carrie for Franklin and that, if she wanted, I would gladly help her again. And of course, if Carol ever was ready, she could make love to Carrie too. 'Now, I think,' Franklin said, 'as Ron proposed. Everytime she gives in to me, she can have time to do a girl if that is her wish. Candy being far too young really, it'll be until her eighteen before she can do what she will. But even then, Candy will only be nine, which I judge to young to initiate.' 

Jane came to the couch, sitting next to Carrie. 'Come over here, darling,' she said, 'I promise you every time you need it you can come to me. I love you and I'll be ready for you anytime you want. And if dad agrees, I'll be always with you when he fucks you and we just make love between us three. Wouldn't that be nice?' Carrie loosend her grip on me, turned to Jane and fell into her arms, her head close to her breasts. 'I can't wait until you kiss them and suck them, darling,' she whispered, 'and to let you feel my slit. But for now, I think it's better to go to sleep.' Carrie stood up and I followed her upstairs. She washed of the dried sperm off her belly and cleaned her pubes. 'Come on, I said, we just have time enough to have some fun.' I lead her to her room, get laid, pulled down my panties and opened my legs for her. She dived between them, kissing and licking and I was convinced she was made to love women. I soon squirted and she took it all in her wide opened mouth, then kissing me on my mouth and giving it back to me.

'She's allright now,' I said when returning in the room. 'You should not be too harsh on her, Franklin. She's lesbian and she will stay so. She'll surely obey you but you may not want her to love you. She simply can't.' 'I know this is hard for you,' Ron said, putting his hand on Franklin's shoulder. 'But you can't force nature, you know. Putting myself in your place, I wouldn't really know what to do either. But I think Jane's idea is the best: make love when you're all three together. And let her have her pleasure to make love to Jane alone, or to Emily if she wants to - I can't really order her to do so, but she may, or even with Jane and Emily as I know Jane craves for Emily since a long time. Now, as for Emily, she may only do what I allow her - I'm strict in that. And that goes for Carol too until she's at least sixteen. They may never fuck with another man unless I agree and I'm with them all the time. So don't think of fucking one of them. They probably will be in this house when I'm not, but you're not allowed to touch them without my permission.' 'Clear enough, Ron, I give you my word, and gladly. It's the same with me - my Jane can't fuck a man without my consent, even if that man is my best friend. But I'm not against a night with the four of us, if ever you feel the need.' 'We'll think about that, Frank, and I thank you for your trust. But now, it's time to go. And call us when in trouble, as always.'

Driving home, Ron said: 'You did a wonderful job, Emily. I'm so proud of you.' And me: 'Ron, I have to confess I let Carrie eat me out when helping her to her bed. She's a natural born lez. It will never be easy for her to be fucked by Franklin.' 'OK, I'll forgive you that mistake, not asking me first. I hope you tell me before next time. But no forgiveness without doing penalty. When last time you said you'd be a slave and me wanting to be more harsh, I take this literally. When home, I'll get you over my knee and have you beaten up before I fuck your brains out using that asshole of yours.' 'I'm all yours, darling,' I said. 'Now you talk like a man.' 

At last the evening came we drove to the Edmundson's to watch our video. Ron had judged it best not to view it at home. As Mr. Edmundson had borrowed us the camera, put the film on a memory stick and, last but not least, had promised us I might film Candy's initiation and show us the results later on, Ron thought our mutual friendship could only get stronger this way. So Ron, Carol and I were expected for dinner at the Edmundson's after closing time of their shop and afterwards see the premiere of our home movie.

Jane is a good cook, dinner was perfect and Franklin served some of the best French wines. Carol  got a glass or two just to bring her in the mood. Their daughters, 13 (nearly 14!) years old Carrie and the little five year old  Candy had been brought to Jane's sister.  The atmosphere was excellent, we enjoyed the food and had some small talk, what happened in town for the last days and about who had died, was going to marry, who's had an accident... Franklin knew everything: his computershop is a place for all in town and he gets all the gossip first. 

'Life's good here,' Franklin said. 'People here are easy going and they're no hypocrits compared to city folks. Allthough you may call it 'initiation', you're not putting it under the table. Everyone knows it happens in every family but no one ever makes a fuzz of it. It's as normal as cooking and going to sleep - you don't really talk about it, you just do it and you expect others not to mingle in it. I think that's quite amazing. Let's hope these small communities of farmers round here can keep their way of life for the next generations and that our children once will be able to educate their offspring with the same frankness your ancestors and yourselves have been able to do. Jane and I have been speaking to Carrie this week and I'm happy to announce time has come for her. Fourteen's a bit on the edge, don't you think so, Ron?' Ron just nodded, well aware I had already passed sixteen which was really an exception in those days. But I was a late bloomer and my father had his hands full with mum as she was rather demanding when it came to sex. 

'Now then Carol, let 's have a look at the movie you're starring in,' Ron said. He lead us to the room behind the shop and when we all sat down in a row, he put the lights out. I did a great job, really. Many a time Franklin congratulated Carol with the flair she kissed Ron, sucked him, on how brave she was when he entered her and how finally she sucked his balls empty. 'You're really good, Carrie,' he said when the film had stopped and he put the lights on again. Now we saw Carol had meanwhile put her little hand on Ron's bulge, stroking it slowly. 'It made you hot, didn't it?' Ron asked. Without any trace of shame, Carol nodded. 'It just made me wet,' she answered, 'and I just wanted to know if dad was excited about it. And he sure is.'  'Now, don't bother, the two of you,' Jane said. 'Carol, if you want to give your dad a nice handjob, just go ahead. It would only please us, wouldn't it, Emily?' 'You'd like to see Ron's hard-on,' I smiled, 'and I guess Franklin's curious about Carol's hidden treasures. Now, I leave it to Ron.' 'Wait,' Franklin said, 'if there's really something going to happen, I could as well take my camera. How about you, Ron?' 'Well, sure the movie made me hot,' Ron said, 'I suppose all of you. But I think it better we'd all join in then, you too, Franklin, so leave that camera then.' It came to a short discussion above Carol's head at last, until she cried out to stop. 'Now dad's erection's gone,' she said, 'all your talking's no good at all. Yes, I just wanted to make him hard, that's all. And of course I wouldn't have it gone lost in his underpants. You shouldn't think of me as a child anymore, I'm as good as Jane and mum. So don't talk as if I'm not there.' Franklin agreed and said: 'It's obvious, don't you think? Carol's the star of tonight, what we've seen made it clear enough. She's old enough to play the dice. Now, Carol, what do you suggest to close this beautiful night?' 'All I wanted was to feel dad's dick,' she said, 'nothing more. But if dad and mum agree, I would gladly suck him, even it all you watch it. I think I'm already rather good at that, am I, dad?' 'You surprise me, Carol,' Ron answered, 'you really speak like a woman. You know I love you so much I simply cannot deny you this little pleasure. But no camera, Ron, and we'll keep it to that. I know you're curious about Carol, but no. In this I'll decide for her and for Emily. Now, do as you like, princess.' 

Carol unbuttoned Ron's trousers and soon held his flacid cock in her hands. She stood from her chair, kneeled before him and started to move her hand, then putting the tip of Ron's penis between her lips and sucked him. He soon came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. 'Bravo,' I shouted, 'a job well done, darling.' 'You're great,' Franklin agreed. 'I hope I can educate Carrie as well as you did Carol, you know.' 'She sure will,' Ron agreed, 'she sure will, Frank. She's a good girl too and I know you'll teach her well.'

'Let's have another drink before we part,' Franklin said. 'Yes, Jane, you'll have to wait some time, I know. But these beautiful friends cannot leave without a cheerful goodbye.' 'Now, just a minute,' I said, 'I'm hot too and I hope Ron will be able to give me my load too tonight. And I'm not talking about my mouth!' So after a last drink, Franklin handed Ron over the memory stick and we drove home, Carol soon to fall asleep on the back seat of the van.

'Wasn't it a wonderful night,' I sighed. 'It certainly was,' Ron answered. 'But I think Franklin's up for more.' 'Oh yes,' I said, 'Jane being bisexual she'd love to share in some sex with us and Franklin, and you got the hint right.' 'Not about that, really, dear. I didn't know about Jane's preferences as to sex. Did you...' 'No,' I hasted to say, 'I wouldn't without you knowing it, but if ever you'd agree, I'd surely try. Wouldn't you do Jane sometime?' 'And would you do Frank?' We sat for some long seconds speechless as the car rolled through the night. 'You know I only do as you please, my love,' I said. 'No matter what, no matter when, no matter where. You know that, do you?' 'You're my kind of woman, Emily, ever been and ever will. I love you. But let nothing ever harm our family ties. That's all I ask.' I put my hand on his. 'You know that I'll always obey you, Ron. But now I think it's the moment to make it very clear to you, so there is no misunderstanding. I'm into any kind of sex and I'd so wish you would command me more. Sometimes I need to be your slave instead of being your queen. Sometimes I imagine you sending me out to some other dude. I fantasize you fuck me in front of the kids or having sex with them. I want you to think about it, Ron. Don't say I'm no good and don't judge me on those fantasies.' 'I love you too much to ever judge on you, Em, but we're home and now I simply ask you to lay Carol to bed and be ready for a good fuck. I need both your holes tonight.' I smiled while Ron took Carol out of the van, carrying her, still sleeping, on the stairs where I took over and simply lay her on her bed, then using the bathroom just to fresh up between my legs. When I entered the bedroom, Ron stood waiting for me. 'On your knees,' he ordered and that was all I needed to get wet.

I've been sleeping with Carol now for some time, after teaching her we usually lie quietly on the bed until it's time for her to change rooms with Emily, who's usually busy in the house, or watching TV, or in Carol's room sometimes taking a nap. When June and Ray stay with my parents, we sleep all three together of course, givng both ladies what they want and afterwards talking about how they feel. First time we slept together and I had both taken them doggy, my cumload shot in Emily's cunt, Carol asked me about my own initiation and how I had been sexually educated.

'Well, princess,' I started, 'you already know it was aunt Milly, my sister, who showed me the way. She's four years older than me. As our parents were farmers, as children we stayed home alone frequently. One summer afternoon it was incredibly hot, so hot my parents couldn't even work on the land. So they drove to our next neighbours, the Simmons, living two miles from our farm. Mum phoned us from there they would spend the afternoond with Jacob and Trudy and would be home around 6 to prepare dinner. It was Milly who took the phone and she said we could do as we pleased for almost four hours. I was nearly 8 at the time, Milly just 12 since a week or two. Many a time Milly had asked me to let her watch when I peed, but for some reason, maybe shyness of guilt - don't know exactly - I never let her. That afternoon she said to come with her and she went to the bathroom. Now, in that bathroom on the first floor, there was a doorway with a corridor leading to a modern toilet. It was a rather big 'little room' with a big window on the west and a yellowish curtain. If the curtain was open, you could see our orchard and the field behind it. But of course, most of the time the curtain was closed allthough nobody ever could peep in. So, with the curtain closed the little place was lit bright enough as it was a hot clear day. 

Once on this toilet, we stood face to face and Milly, after having closed the door and locked it with the key she put on the shelf so I never could have reached it as I was too small, she said I had to stand right before her. She lowered her red shorts, then her white panties and sat down, her legs opened so I got my first view of a slit. Now sit on your knees before me, she said, and watch me pee. I knew I couldn't get away but I had become curious, seeing those bold pubes with a closed slit, so I did as she said and went down on my knees, my head only one foot away from the toilet. She than started to pee, I saw the first drops make their way and then the stream of pee coming out. Now, touch it, she said in a way I didn't have a choice. I touched her wet little oyster and she told me to rub it from up to down. I love being touched there, she said, but I always have to do it myself. So if you will you may touch it every time you want to, Ronnie. But now it's my turn to watch you pee. She stood up from the toilet without flushing it and put me before the pot. Keep standing as nice boys do, she said, und she unbuttoned my shorts, lowering them and then lowering my underpants. She looked at my little willie for a time and said it was so cute and loved to see the pee come out. It took me some time before I could do it, but at last I could and she watched closely until the last drops came out. She was on her knees and reached for my willie with her hand, touching it and taking it in her palm, than she bowed over and took it in her mouth. I was perplexed, you can imagine but god it felt good, that warm mouth filled with saliva. 

Then she took the key from the shelf and unlocked the door. Let's go to my room, she said. I followed her and she, still naked from the waist on, lay on her back on her bed, legs wide opened. You can lick me too, Ron, please, lick me. So that was my first experience with what you could call sex, but of course it was just a children's play. But from then on we were very close as we had a secret to share. It was Milly who always decided on what we did and mostly it was the same scenario: she lying on the bed, me licking her cunt and afterwards we changed position, she taking my willie in her mouth, slobbering and sucking on it. Sometimes I felt it became harder, but not always. 

Months later, it was the end of the winter, it was still freezing cold, she called me in her room while our parents were to town looking for cattle food and things they needed. We knew they would stay away all day as they would surely visit some friends and relatives there. Milly sat on the bedside, making me sit next to her. She said she would tell me a secret and I had to swear I would tell nobody if she told me. We made our secret sign, fingers on each other lips, and she said the other day dad had called her in our parents' bedroom, asking her to unbutton his pants. She did and he lowered them. Now lower my underpants, he ordered, which she did. Then she had to take his penis in her hands and he showed her how to move her hands tho and fro, the penis quickly getting bigger and very hard. Then he said she would see the seeds come out and indeed, there was a stream of thick white slimy substance spurting out of the little peehole. Dad then arranged his clothes and told her to sit beside him on the bed, telling her that what she had been looking at was the sperm she and her brother were made of. I put it in your mother's cunt and nine months after you were born, he said. And now you're old enough to learn about sex I will do the same to you. Now go to your mother, he said, she will tell you what will happen and she will prepare you for tonight. So, in the evening mum washed me and sent me to their bedroom where dad was waiting on the bed, as nude as I was myself. Mum closed the door and we were alone. Dad put me on my back, opening my legs and sat between them on his knees. He said not to be afraid, he just would put his penis in my cunt and breed me. It hurt at first but after a while there was a pleasant feeling all over my tummy and dad stayed in me for a long time, telling me he made a woman out of me. She asked me if I could put my willie in her fanny but it didn't work. She said I probably was too little a boy and that I had to wait until I was a man. 

Much later when I was twelve or so, I sometimes woke up with a stiff willie all wet and slimy. I told Milly about it secretly and she laughed and said it was about time. When you get hard some time, she said, you just come to my room and I will learn you how to fuck. So, from that time on we did as soon as the occasion occurred. No more pee but sperm, Milly said, allthough sometimes after having fucked her she went to the toilet and after she had her pee, she stayed seated and I peed over her tummy, she watching all the time and saying it made her hot again. 

Now, Carol, I will tell you a family secret too. At 23, aunt Milly met a boy from town who made her pregnant and that boy is your nephew, about your age he is as you were born when I was 21. Of course she never told who the father was, she didn't care, as she stayed for many years later on the farm as our fathers' lover. She says she has had sex with that boy only two times, hoping he's make her pregnant, not liking the idea of having a child from her dad. But I stopped fucking aunt Milly the moment I met your mother, so shortly before aunt Milly met that boy. And we never had sex after that anymore. So, before I married your mother I had only had sex with aunt Milly and she really taught me everything. She's very hot, just as your mum, but completely different though.'

Of course, Emily knew the story, but Carol had listened carefully and when I stopped she kissed me on the cheek. 'I love you dad,' she whispered, 'and I love aunt Molly who taught you to be so good. But then, you mean she still is granddad's lover?' 'Yes, darling, she still is and always will be, I suppose. But you know, your mother and I don't want you to do so. We want you to find a good husband some day and not be dependant on us for sex, not you and not one of the others, June and Ray I mean. In due time we will teach them so they will be experienced and not so naive as to be fucked by one of these youngsters who just want to have sex and then run. When you ever meet a man we want you to know everything and having done everything a man can dream of. As this takes time, we want to initiate our children as soon as possible and show them everything, let them do everything and make them do everything possible. You know something now but there's still a lot more to learn but we don't want you to leap before you can run. So, that's all for tonight, let's go to sleep now.' Carol asked me in her sweetest way to come in her for a moment again, she on my lap lying on our sides. I looked at Emily. She said she was too sleepy and I could go on with Carol, so I did, putting on a condom first. 

Now, go to sleep, princess, I said. Tomorrow we're invited at the Edmundson's to get the memory stick and we will see how we did on our first night.  

Looking back on the weekend and the weeks after, leafing through my diary I kept at the time. As the summer holidays started soon after my initiation, I had lots of time to write - and of course time to play with June and Ray. Our farmland is not that big, dad and one or two helpers can manage it. In the month following my initiation, dad stayed at home more than before and hired an extra worker, so he could spend time in and around the house and, of course for me. Every morning after breakfast I kept my diary. I only share some highlights or milestones in my sexual education here, it would embarass the reader sharing everything - in reality the progress was slow, so I keep with 'first time experiences' only and even those not always. Let's say I only share the parts I wrote in red ink.

Sunday, June 25,2000 - evening before dinner - dad drove away to bring June and Ray back from his parents, so I'm alone for a while - mum's cooking the meal. After breakfast: the three of us to the bedroom again and dad took off my panties and slowly started to rub my split, kissing my lips and my tits. I got warm after a while, same as when I rub myself. One of his fingers in and out, another outside above the entrance, softly pressing and turning round what my mum explained is my clit. Then he started to lick me there, his tongue circling round and round. I got that urge to pee again, said so, mum said go on girl, it ain't pee, you're gonna squirt, that's all. I wondered if I could do this while dad was still licking and twisting his tongue the length of my slit. I moaned, putting both my hands on dad's skull to push him away so I could let loose but he did not give in an inch, on the contrary, he sticked to me concentrating on my clit only now, the tip of his tong circling aroud it. I tried  so hard to keep it in but I simply couldn't and it burst out of me, right in dad's face. He kept still now, his mouth still pressed firmly between my thighs, not moving at all. I gasped, my limbs weakened, I nearly fainted but still well aware of everything going on. After some time dad started licking again and then, with his mouth wide open I suppose, he started to suck the whole area between my thighs. Now that was really exciting, so much I had to squirt again. Now I know what it means to squirt and god, it's so good to feel it come over me and finally give way to it, loosen it in one split second and then fall into that deep pit of laziness and fatigue for a while.

After lunch back to bedroom and dad undressed, me sitting on the side of the bed, he standing before me with his flacid snakelike penis before my face. Take it in your mouth, princess, suck on it as on a lolly, make it stiff and hard for me. I tried but could not manage to take it in completely even when flacid. It hardened quickly so I had no choice but moving my head and with only the top of his dick kept sucking. Harder, he said, I want you to suck my balls empty now. He came in my mouth and yesterday evening after he fucked me he had put his flacid penis in my mouth to lick off my juices and his cum but now I got the whole thing in my mouth, slimy and fat, a little bitter on my tongue. Now swallow it, mum said, swallow it all! Yes, it was a little bit bitter and it tasted strange, but the aftertaste was a bit unpleasant, made my very thirsty. He withdrew, took his penis in his hands, lifting it up. Now lick my balls, he ordered, which I did. That's a good girl, he softly moaned, oh, you're doing well. Then he told mum to stop the camera and we three lay on the bed to rest. Afterwards shower and then I was free, sat in the sun for a long time, enjoying myself in the chair, still nude, legs wide open to let the warmth of the sun come in. 

Wednesday, June 28 - morning - yesterday night I went to bed with dad, mum stayed downstairs and later went in my bedroom. We just repeated what I learned on Sunday but now I learned how to lick his sack and balls properly too. I was glad he shaved his sack and the hair around his dick was trimmed. His sack is huge I think, he showed me how to take it in my hands and put my fingers around it above the balls. I could clearly see where the balls were and had to lick them all over, dad lying on his back and pulling the sack up so I could lick the other side to. Was it big fun? No, but that enjoyed it and said I was doing well. After I was allowed to suck his dick and when he was about to cum, he threw me on my back and came in me, giving his load to me. This I thing is what I enjoy the most, the constant movement of his dick in me, though he says he only put two inches of it in me because I'm still narrow and small. He says his hard dick is 6.9, At breakfast mum said I shouldn't want longer dicks because they can hurt. She thinks 6 tot 7 inches to be perfect and that dad surely has a very fine dick. Asked her if she had seen a lot, she said enough to have an opinion about it. Asked her if dad had been the only one, she said no, of course not, first there was dad and after we married, well, the young folks here didn't have much distraction so the couples easily mingled but once they had children, it stopped most of the time. And she said I came soon after their marriage, say two years, and once she knew she was pregnant she took no interest in fucking other boys anymore. She said however your dad and I have always been open for new experiences but the work on the farm and the education of three little children took all their attention and care. 

Monday, July 2 - summer holidays start, I had a good result at school, can easily go over. No homework to do so dad said we can fully concentrate on my sexual education. Yesterday evening I slept with dad until about midnight, then changed rooms with mum again. Didn't get to sleep, heard them fuck. Dad didn't cum this time, just fingered and licked me and he taught me how to handle his dick with my hands and fingers but I had to stop every time he felt the urge to cum which was not so pleasant. In the end he put me on the bed on all fours, so I thought he'd come in me, but instead he licked my split for quite a time and then going up to my cleft, resting the tip of his tongue on my butthole which I found to be very, very hot. I'm not sure but I think I squirted a little.

Friday, July 7 - slept all nights with daddy this week. He fucked me once missionary and once doggy, which I liked more. He didn't cum in me and said he won't unless he should wear a condom. Said he don't want to make me pregnant and so won't I, of course. So I had to suck him which becomes me better now than the first time. I like to keep the sperm in my mouth long enough and mingle it with saliva before swallowing, but I keep getting very thirsty afterwards. Mum says it's normal. Says when dad swallows your juices, it's the same because it's salty. 

Monday, July 10 - June and Ray stayed at the grandparents for the weekend, dad stayed there on Saturday to help his father with bringing in the hay. So mum and I were alone till late after dinner. She had made an appointment with the Edmundson's to bring the camera and mister Edmundson put the films on two memory sticks, one for the saturday and one for the sunday initiation. Mr. Edmundson is very open about these things, said I shouldn't leave though mum hesitated but no he said,she's a woman now and you shouldn't keep the matter secret for her. So he said now I've got the camera back, Carrie will be initiated one of these days. They decided Jane would not attend it as Carrie surely wants it to be something between him and her in the first place and Jane rather not be with them. But I need someone to handle the camera, he said, so he asked mum to film it. Then you should speak Carrie about it in time, mum said, she should know what's going to happen and that I will be there to record it. Well, Mr. Edmundson said: 'Carol, go into the house, Carrie will be in the garden and you can talk to her. She knows about it, we talked to her and the urge to initiate her - well, Jane did first and some days ago both of us - but you can speak your experience and tell her as a friend about it. So I did and Carrie was surprised but very curious as she always is and I said 'Carrie, it's just wonderful. Do you love your dad?' She said of course I do but I'm afraid I won't be good. I said it all points out itself and if her dad's as patient as mine and as gentle, she would be safe and surely enjoy it. And when I said my mum should be with them, which I found a big plus, she said it was OK. Back in the office with Mr. Edmundson and mum I told them Carrie agreed and they made an appointment for next Saturday evening. I'd so love to be there too, but that will be impossible. Saturday evening dad arrived very late and he was too tired but he promised to fuck us both Sunday morning before breakfast. I slept the night in their bed between them and mum was up when we awoke. So he put me doggy and came in me for a long time but without cumming and when mum came in, she put off her robe and sat next to me, on all fours too, and that came out of me and quicky changed position to fuck mum from behind. I stayed in the same position, maybe hoping he would come in me once more but no, I shot his load in mum and we stayed in bed for some time before showering and having breakfast. In the afternoon we went in the orchard and he fucked me lying in the grass, me in his lap on my side, him behind me and mum quietly looking at us. Dad withdrew before coming, put me on my knees and lay on his back so I could suck him. Then mum stood up and put her feet next his head, lowered until she was on her knees and bowed over so she could reach his dick too, her cunt on his face which he started to lick. Mum and I then licked and sucked his dick until he came. I saw the sperm spurting out for the first time. I would gladly have taken his dick in my mouth, but mum quickly did so and sucked it all up. 

That's all for now, dear reader, but it's not the end of the story, of course not. But I promise to let you know how things worked out later on.  

As soon as Carol started to speak out her consent to be initiated by Ron I started the camera. I quitely stood at the side of the bed or moved to where I could caption the action at its best, zooming in to take close ups. At first, no thoughts came to my mind, focused as I was on the two bodies preparing for their first fuck. Carol had jumped on Ron who lay on his back in the bed, I saw her tender little frame, the pale back and butts, her long legs closed, almost covering Ron's body except for his head and shoulders. He caressed her back with both his hands, resting them eventually on her white cotton panties, then, a minute later, his hands on her butt under the soft fabric of the panties, stroking through her cleft en resting there for a while before slowly moving down and up again. My eyes and the camera's were just one, there was no emotion until he pulled her legs open, kneeling between them, taking his hardenend dick in his hand, pointing it at her little oyster, still closed but visibly damp. The moment the tip of his dick shove in her, touching the hymen and in one movement breaking through, the gasping and sudden sounds Carol uttered, a pang of jealousy overwelmed me. The hand in which I held the camera trembled for some seconds but I came to my senses rapidly, recalling I had to see just this moment should be excellently filmed. And again, minutes later, after Ron had moved his shaft in and out - just the head and hardly one inch of his dick inside the tiny hole - he stopped, withdrew and looked at me, asking if it was safe to come in her. I told him it was OK, she'd have her period in a day or two and I had a morning after pill for her and he made his dick glide gently into her wet and swollen cunt to finish and breed her properly. The moment he stopped moving and I knew he was ejaculating his stuff in Carol's vagina, a stroke of jealousy rose up again, overwhelming me for a split second. I know it has always been my will both my daughters should be deflorated by their father and I hoped I could do the same to my son, but now, when it happened to the eldest, my beloved Carol, this bitter stroke of jealousy crossed my heart and my mind. And when, after they lay on their side and Ron's flacid cock fell out of Carols clam, leaving a trail of slimy cum, he sat on his knees before her and put his dick on her lips, ordering her to suck his balls completely empty. I was not prepared to feel this, I'd never thought it possible, always had been convinced I would enjoy these moments as much as them. 

When finally they stopped hugging and kissing, after Carol had stopped uttering 'I love you daddy, I really do' repreatedly, I stopped the camera and lay next to them. And soon I found myself rubbing my clit and squirting as I never did before while masturbating, wetting my thighs and the blankets, making noises. 'Oh my darling,' Ron said, 'first thing in the morning I will fuck your brains out, but now I believe it's better we'd have some sleep. Carol is already, so let's join.' 

I woke at seven, the two of them still fast asleep, Carol's little hand on Ron's belly just above his flacid dick resting between his dark hairs. I stood up, walked around the bed and bent over to kiss the top of his dick gently, and with a glance at Carol's slit, no longer swollen but pale now and innocently girlish, as if nothing happened to it. The thin blonde hairs above her slit in the morning light, between her thighs she was still bold. I'd love to kiss her there, but couldn't reach her without waking Ron. So I got into the bathroom, showered and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Then I got upstairs to wake them but I was too late. I waited in the doorway, they didn't see me as they were cuddling and kissing again, Ron's fingers moving fast between her thighs until she moaned and yelled 'Daddy, daddy, oh daddy' and I saw the tension in her body, her back stretching, her arms around his neck.

When they were finished I entered the bedroom, saying: 'I thought the first thing you'd do was fucking my brains out, darling.' 'Come over,' Ron answered, 'put yourself on your knees and I'll take you doggy right now.' So I bent over Carol's body, my face close to hers, me on elbows and knees and rapidly feeling Rons swollen dick entering my cunt, soon moving in and out while I started to kiss Carol on her lips, putting my tongue between them and she, knowing how to do now, answered quickly with hers. I felt how Ron's body stiffened while shooting his load in me and drove my tongue deep in Carol's mouth, my body shivering and my heart filled with joy I never could have imagined. 

At breakfast on the patio, in the warm sunlight, we talked about how nice it had been - Carol with stars in her eyes, smiling sweetly, apparently hungry for more than pancakes. 'You're a woman now, darling,' I said. 'But you still have a lot to learn. So, the next weeks I'll leave you with your father and I'll take your room. After you're done, we'll change. I wouldn't dream if June and Ray knew about it, you see.' 'But won't dad fuck you all that time?', she asked. 'Oh, darling, I certainly will,' Ron said, stroking her golden hair, 'I won't sleep every night with you, but most of the time I certainly will. Are you still prepared to learn every trick?' 'Of course I am,' she said. 'And are you ready to be nice to dad and let him do as he wishes, no matter what?' I asked in return. Carol looked at Ron, question marks in her eyes. 'Sweety, you're a woman now, so I hope you'll act as one. But I promise the things I want to do to you are just the things I do to your mum and she's always loved it. So, I'm asking you myself if you simply will allow me to do what I want, anytime, any place, anyhow, just as I please? I won't ever hurt you, but making you a woman takes time and there is still a lot to learn. All we're asking is your consent to do as I wish.' She thought for a while, frowning, then said the words he was waiting for: 'I do, dad, I do.' My bright smile being answered by hers, we rose from the table to go upstairs again.

Carol telling about her big night.

I hurried into the bathroom and got in the shower, just to wash the dust from my feet and to rinse my thighs and my pubes with water. Allthough I was very excited and I couldn't hardly wait to be back in the bedroom, I took my time to clean up carefully. I dried myself and put on the fresh pair of white cotton panties and the simple white A-cup bra, the normal girl's stuff but both were brand new. Once ready, I ran into the bedroom where I saw dad lying on the big bed, nude except for his red boxers and mum sitting in a chair next to the bed, camera in hand.

'Oh dear, just a word,' she said, 'do you consent in me filming the whole thing?' 'Sure mum, as you wish.' 'We thought it would be a nice souvenir for you and for us. Now, before you start, I'd like you to look into the camera and in your own words say you consent in having sex with your dad as an initiation, that you carefully thought it over and that it is your will to lay with him and have sex. Do you understand?' 'I do, mum, give me second to find the right words.' 'OK, darling, once you're ready you give me sign and I start the camera. And then you can jump on that incredible man there and give him everything you can.'

I thought for a while, than thumbed up at mum and she put the camera on. 'Hey, I'm going to be initiated at last. I've been longing for this since quite a time and I am very sure I love my dad more than anyone else, except for my mum. So I know we're gonna have real sex and I really want it.' Mum waved her free hand as a sign I could jump in the bed. I fell into dad's arms and we started to kiss while he caressed my back, his hands soon moving lower and resting on my panties. After a while his hands moved under my panties, softly caressing my butts and soon with one finger down the cleft, the top resting againt my little hole there. All the time our tongues played with each other, his saliva dripping in my mouth (and mine in his, I suppose). He gently rubbed the cleft up and down and back again, the top of his finger resting against my butt hole every time. This was new for me, I never did this myself, but it was a wonderful feeling that made me hot after a short while. At the same time I felt how his penis stiffened somewhere between my closed upper legs. He stopped kissing me and said: 'I'm hard now, do you wanna see it?' I nodded. 'Then pull my boxers down and take it in your hands, sweetie.' And so I did and before my eyes was the first penis I actually saw, so different from the one on Carrie's PC but more beautiful. I took it between the fingers of both hands and looked at top with that little hole in it from where I knew came the pee as well as the seeds. 'Kiss it, darling,' daddy murmured in a low voice. And I put my lips against his dick head and kissed it softly. 'Now take it in your mouth, princess. You're doing well, you're just fine, but now take the top in your mouth, dear.' 

And so I did, which was a bit strange first but soon dad started to move his dick slowly and I understood what to. I took the tip between my lips and let the head glide over my tong between my teeth. 'Now, suck,' daddy said, 'suck just like on a icecream cone.' Now that was easy, I love to suck and this bundle of warm flesh did not taste much but it felt nice enough. Meanwhile, dad had grabbed my titties, pulling my bra over them. He slowly and gently pulled both of my nipples as I side beside him on my knees, my head on his genitals. As soon as he pulled my nipples I got the well known feeling in my tummy. A second later dad said he smelled me. How proud I was of myself! His dick started to throb in between my lips and het whispered I should stop now and lay on my back. 'Your time has come, my little,' he said, 'now spread your legs. Here I come.' 

I have no words to describe how it was. I felt his dick against my lips, then he pushed it in me, just saying it would hurt a little and gosh! did it hurt. A harsh pain it was and dad waited a little time without withdrawing himself. He asked me then if I was allright, I gasped, answered he should wait a little more. The pain faded quickly (happily mum had told me that the breaking of the membrane most certainly was going to hurt but not for a long time, after it was broken she said, it would change to great fun once the dick started to move in and out). Dad started to move slowly, gradually making quicker moves while kissing and caressing me all over my body. And indeed, this was very pleasant. I pulled dad's body close to mine and gave him little bites on his nipples, don't know how I got the idea. Dad's movements went slower now, he withdrew from me (which was not so pleasant). He asked mum: 'Is it safe to cum in her?' Mum answered I should have my periods within a day or to but that she had a morning after pill, so she said: 'Go all the way, Ron, put your seed in her.' He pushed his dick in me again and soon started to move very hard. Then he whispered: 'Darling, here it comes.' His body shivered, than lay still upon me, his dick still in my slit. He turned on his side, taking me with him and so he stayed in me for quite a time. 

When he was out of me, he showed me his penis, now flacid and moist. He put it in my mouth again and just said: 'Suck it, there's some more to come.'  His dick hardened again after a while and I tasted his sperm, daddy's life giving seeds. I think I was high in those moments. After he pulled his dick back, I started to utter 'I love you dad, I love you' over and over. He took me in his arms again, kissed me and hugged me, whispering in my ear I was a woman now and that he loved me very, very much. 

While we were driving home from the restaurant we saw how tired our little girl was. We had dinner with wine and we gave her a glass or two, so she was sleepy and we put her on the backseat of the van. With Emily next to me we could talk freely as soon as she glanced at Carol and saw she was asleep.

'Say, Emily, I could borrow Franklin's camera so you could film everything,' I started. Now, Franklin Edmundson is an IT-man. He owns the only computershop in the little town some ten miles from our farm and he sells and repares computers all over the county. He's in his late fourty's but he lives here since he married Jane, who's born and bred here and well known by all. She was one of the first farmers' daughters who     went to university, not getting her degree but a handsome husband instead. I wouldn't call him a specialist but rather a wizard when it comes to computers and electronics. We know them since our Carol went to school and befriended with Franklin and Jane's daughter, Carrie. As Carol has to go to school by bus, she stays a lot with the Edmundsons. She and Carrie have their lunch in Franklins house and shop next to the school. The two girls are friends since they were six, so when we bought our computer Franklin came over with Carrie and the same everytime we have a problem to be solved. Emily and Jane became close too and when in town I always take time to have a chat with Franklin. 

So, a couple of weeks ago he asked me if I planned to initiate Carol. He said he was thinking of Carrie being ready soon and had talked the matter over with Jane. Franklin has always been more open about these things than myself and even now I didn't anser his question straight away. 'Well, maybe we might... don't really know,' I mumbled. 'You should,' he said, 'it's a tradition here I know. I was raised in town, that's different. Of course it happens in most families too there, but it's kept secret beyond any price. Here you call it initiation, with us in town they call it abuse or rape. But Jane telling me about her education, initiated by both her father and her two brothers, I was in high spirits about it. She still carries the best memories about those years of uncomplicated love. And I know she's learned a lot then, she's ready for any kind of sex and she's excellent in every aspect of it, not unlike most women here I suppose. I was very happy to see both my babies born females. Jane of course agrees in everything we do, always wanted it, let that be clear. We know Carrie's a very curious girl as it comes to sex, she's watching some porn for a while, it is to say just pictures of nude men. I managed she can only see one site on her laptop with very moderate pics of men showing their goods. Now, lately I had the feeling she peeped on me when in the bathroom and yes, I caught her when suddenly opening the door wide. I stood in front of her, dripping wet from the shower and she turned all red. I told her not te be ashamed, said it's only natural to be curious about the other sex and that she might have a look at the real thing instead of pictures on the screen of her laptop. So she came in and kept looking at my flacid dick on its bed of wet hair. I told her I would dry myself and she had to go to her room but if ever she'd be ready, she might say so and stop peeping at me in the hide. 'A man's dick is fun to play with, Carrie,' I said, 'but not now. I have to open up the store and I'd rather have your mother with us when you wish to find out more.' So she went to her room and in the evening I discussed the matter with Jane. So we plan to initiate her as you call it over here. Now, what about your Carol? I hear from Jane Emily's a bit hesitating for the moment.' 'Did she tell Jane, really?' I replied. 'Now, Franklin, it's the way it is over here. I wouldn't like our kids to grow up and not having the experience, true. So yes, we have the intention and it's me who urged Emily to decide on it. I know she thinks it's a bit early...' 'It ain't, Ron, it ain't. Carol's surely ready, Jane says. She's been watching the girls and if one of them is ready, Carol is. And as to Carrie, we've been talking to her but she's a completely other character as Carol is. She's just curious but probably not yet ready. It's different in every family, I suppose. Some kids won't consent, I don't know what to do if ever Carrie would object. Jane says let her play with you on the couch while watching a soft porn movie, have some wine together, maybe on a night I go out with friends and she feels safe. Don't know yet, really. But Ron, what I'd like to propose to you is I would gladly borrow you an excellent camera to film you and Carol. Emily has the talent I know. Her video of your birthday party I saw was as good as one of a pro. So if she agrees, she may film the initiation and that would be some present for Carol if she could watch it anytime she'd want to. And for yourselves, of course. You should consider Carol nor you, as the actors, don't see it as the eye of the camera does.' 'Mmm,' I uttered, 'sounds not bad, but if it's your camera, you only could put it on a disk on your computer, I suppose. I mean, you could see it first. Don't know Emily would like that.' 'Well, you're both welcome to sit next to me when I connect the camera on my PC and put it on a memory stick,' Franklin said. 'I can't see it then.' 'But of course it will be still on your camera?' 'True, but listen: I promise you I'll hand you over the stick with the videos of Carrie's initiation in return.' 'But it stays on the hard disk I'm afraid...' 'Don't worry, Ron, I'm the wizard, you know. You can sleep on both your ears no one ever will be able to find out about it. Once it's on a memory stick I remove the hard disk and get rid of it. I wouldn't risk anything, you understand? Changing hard disks is a costly thing but worth every cent.' 'So you have some experience? You've done it before I mean?' 'Yes, Ron, I did. Times have changed though traditions survive. I've done this for some families before and they are very satisfied it not excited about it. I borrow them my camera, they get the stick with the video and all I'm asking is they stay my customers and let me keep the movie on a stick. Of course, besides Jane and me nobody will ever see it. But for you, as both Carrie and Carol and our wives are best friends, I'd gladly give you the video Jane will film of Carries initiation, though I'd rather call it defloration. It's always nice to see how other people do it. I don't know how it is with you, Ron, but Jane and me have this special interest in youngsters. If it's not your taste, no problem at all. But just to say I'm glad we have our youngest daugher, this 5 year old Candy with us. She's a born actor and just loves to be filmed. We don't touch her, no. We just like to film her naked. If any interest, both of you are invited to watch some videos of that kind. It's just I trust you and Emily in that, as Jane says: you're good folk and Emily loves children.  Now, think it over and eventally talk about it at home. But I'm sure Jane had brought the subject to Emily's attention yet.' 

So on our way home I told Emily what Franklin had said. 'Jane has mentioned it, I know about it,' she answered, 'and I'm glad I can do it and give our little girl a nice souvenir of this evening. Now, as to what Franklin told you about Candy, I must confess I'm into it too. I hate to see our kids grow up and not be able to see Ray play nude in the garden as he still did a year ago. I'd wish we had could filmed him over the years and have sweet memories of him as a child, happily playing with himself. But let's talk that over another time.' 'Right,' I said, 'I thought it over myself and if you like it, we'll surely pay a visit at the Edmundson's some time. Still don't really know if it's something I'm in.' 'Well, now at least you know I am,' Emily concluded as we drove up the lane of our house.

Once home Emily took the camera and just said to give her a minute. I sat on the bed next to my darling daughter who was clearly awake now. 'Should I take a shower first, dad?' 'No, you need not, princess. But eventually wash your thighs and your lovely pussy with water only and put on a fresh pair of panties if you will. You don't need to be fully dressed. Just your bra and panties will do. Nothing frilly, just plain white cottons or the pink ones I saw on the line some days ago.' 'I'll take the white ones, dad, I guess you love them more.' She flew to the bathroom while Emily was inspecting the camera. 'This is professional stuff,' she said. 'But I can handle it. It can take up to two hours, that will do, don't you think? And I can recharge it if ever we want to flm tomorrow too.' 'Very well, my queen,' I answered while I took off my clothes, just keeping my boxers and putting myself to bed. 'I'm ready and so are you,' Emily said, 'we just have to wait until the star enters the stage.' 

As soon as we were seated, a waiter handed over the menus and daddy got the wine card. We were all three in a good mood, allthough the bedroom scene and mom's story had left me with many questions. I really had a lot to think about.

Since mum talked to me only four days ago about my parent' wish to initiate me into sex, my whole world had changed. True, my diary didn't lie. What I showed mum to read about my fantasies about dad was, in fact, only the tip of an iceberg. After that talk, I went back into my room, leafing through my diaries, looking for passages on my feelings for daddy. 

The first time I mentioned dad was already five months ago! I reread the lines: 'Next month I will be 13 and yesterday dad asked me what I'd want for a present. I answered I hadn't thought about it yet. But now, as I sit in my room and try to find something I really, really want, I get this strange feeling that overcomes me from time to time since quite a time. It's an odd aching in my panties. Some weeks ago, a few days before I got my first period,I discovered that when I put my fingers between my thighs, I got warm all over my body. And when I slowly moved them up and down all over my slit, it felt so good I couldn't stop. All of a sudden I had to gasp. I couldn't breath anymore and there was a sudden outburst of an overwhelming feeling. Immediately after that I felt very tired and I fell asleep - in the middle of the day.

I woke up when June ran into my room, shouting I had to come down for dinner soon. I lay on my bed, my dress still pulled up to my breast, belly naked, my panties down to my knees and my right hand still betweenmy thighs. 'Hey, what's the matter with you?', June cried out. I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak for a while. June stood before me, nailed to the ground, gazing at what she must have thought a very, very odd scene.  She kept staring, mouth wide open, at my naked tummy and my panties down on my knees. I just couldn't move my hand from my crotch. 'What are you doing?', June asked again. 'Something a ten year old has nothing to do with,' I replied in a harsh voice. 'I'm not ten anymore next week, you dumb.' 'Don't call me that, little pig, you're a nuisance for your big sister.' 'Carol, please, tell me what you were doing,' she insisted, her voice lowering to a whisper. 'Are you in pain there?' 'No, sis, I can't tell it now but I promise I will tell you tonight, after dinner. And don't tell mum and dad about it! It's something I discovered but it must be a secret between you and me.' I knew June was mad about secrets and reckon we had a lot of them!

I quickly arranged my clothes and went downstairs. Then, suddenly on hearing dad's deep voice in the living room, there was a flash in my mind and I clearly remembered that I saw dad's face the moment my fingers touched something there below that had made me shiver and almost faint. There, standing on the stairs for a split second, this strange thought came flashing through my mind: 'Dad, it's YOU I want for my birthday!'

After dinner I excused myself, telling I felt a little tired from the heat and needed some rest. I had to think this over. And before I realised it, I lay on my bed again, hand in panties, rubbing gently over the length of my slit. And now I recalled my dad's face before my closed eyes, I saw his big smile and the twinkle in his eyes, looking down on me and immediately the heat was there again, soon followed by the shivering and the feeling I was going to faint. But this time I did not fall asleep. I lay there thinking and all of a sudden I knew I was in love with dad! I recalled the many times he hugged me, stroking his hands through my hair, kissing me on the forehead, touching my neck, taking me in his arms for a welcome. And now I know that lately most of the time I felt this strange heat in my belly when he touched me.  So yes, I think I'm definitely in love with him!

Then June slipped in, silently, in a low voice asking me to tell her the secret. Well, I told her frankly what I had been doing and that it felt really good and she asked if she could try it too. I said it was OK for me and she came lying beside me, pulling her panties down and her frock up as she had seen I'd been doing. She put one hand between her thighs and I found myself doing the same again. We looked at each other, smiling and giggling, and while the heat soon started to come over me, June said I was turning red in my face. 'I know,' I whispered, 'it's coming from between my legs up my spine to my head. Don't know how to say, it's like electricity running through my body. It feels as I'm completely in heat.' 'I don't feel anything but my split,' she said. 'That's because you talk too much, dumb. See, now it's over with me too!'

'Maybe if you'd try to rub me,' she said and before I realized it I sat on my knees on the bed next to her, putting my fingers on het tiny slit and started to move them gently with the same pressure I used to put on myself. 'It feels just funny,' she said after a while, 'but I don't make me hot.' 'I guess you're still to young,' I answered. 'Maybe this is something you feel only once you've got your periods.' 'I wanna have my periods too,' she sighed, 'I hate big sisters, they're always ahead of me. I should have come first!'

We lay on my bed for some time and June tried her fingers on my slit but there came nothing of that good feeling now. 'I like touching you there,' she said. 'I like it too, you touching me I mean. Please go on.' 'Are you becoming hot now?' 'No, but it's just fun. I just feel fine. I like you touching me there but you should learn not to talk all the time, it distracts me from feeling what's happening there.' 'You've got thin hairs all over it, Carol. Will you get a whole bush like mum has?' 'I guess so, they're new. Do you like mum's bush?' 'Don't really know, think it's just mum.' 'Have you ever seen dad naked, Carol?' 'No, but I'm sure he has a bush too. I've seen pictures of dicks on Carrie's laptop. They're very big and hairy.'

We heard Ray running up the stairs, so we hurried to arrange our clothes but he ran into his room. We decided to stop and go downstairs and watch TV before that little devil would break into my room. I wouldn't dream of it, him racing into the room and seeing his sisters lying there, panties on their knees, June with her hand between my legs, me moaning. So we went downstairs and had chips and lemonade watching some silly show.'

Two weeks later I wrote in my diary: 'Everytime I touch myself I think of dad ad soon the feeling starts again. It gets even better every time and last night I had the urge to pee when the shivering started to overwhelm me but I couldn't stop and rubbed even harder and quicker. And after I came to my senses I felt my hand was wet and so was my crotch. When I stood up I saw I even wetted the sheet a little. I smelled my fingers but it was certainly not pee. For a moment I was in panic - what did I do? What happened to me? But I decided not to tell mum, maybe it was just normal. I never rubbed myself getting wet but the feeling was far more better than ever before. I thougt of putting a towel under my butt next time.'

Leafing further in my diary I find only some short lines like 'I think I love him. Who is he? Dad!' And finally the red inked writing I showed mum. 

All this came to my mind in a flash while we were waiting for our dinner. Dad's voice woke me up from my thoughts. 'Hey, are you dreaming? You're feeling fine, darling?' 'Oh yes, dad, I'm fine. I love you.' 'So do I and so does your mother, you know that, princess. But you have to decide on your dinner now.' 

Well, dinner was fine and I had some wine which made me feel sleepy on the way back home. But my thoughts were on what was to happen then. I know a lot about sex, I guess. We had some sexual education in school, I've seenmy brother's littly willie as he calls it (and I will tell you things about him later, I promise!) and of course mum explained everything about having periods and how children are being made and that sex is not only meant for making children but most of the time just for fun. She talked about virginity and defloration and so on but never did she talk about her own life as a girl as she did on the way to the restaurant. I imagined granddad initiating her but I couldn't really picture it. 

My friend Carrie, who has my age (she just one month older), looks at pictures of naked man on het PC. She just loves is, she says. I'm not that interested in it, but I saw huge penises, white and black. Carrie told me her mother said penises on internet are fake. The pictures are manipulated so these dicks seem bigger and longer than the really are. Her mom said if they're seven inches, they' more than long enough. Carrie peeps on her father when he's in the bathroom, coming out of the shower. But he caught her once and called her in the bathroom, saying: 'Curious, hé. Come in, don't be shy. You wanna see a dick?' And he showed her his but it was flacid, thick but small, not like the internet pictures. Her dad said if she'd be ready for it, he might her show more. So I guess Carrie will soon be initiated too. 

And then the car stops at the house. I sat alone on the backseat, mum and dad next to each other silently talking. Dad opened the door and took me in his arms, carrying me into the house. Mum opened the door and dad carried me upstairs to their room again. I hugged him all the time, whispering 'I love you' in his ear. And he kissed my cheeks so softly. I couldn't wait until we would lie on that bed again.

On the way to the restaurant I sat in the backseat of the van with Carol next to me. Ron drove at 50 miles an hour, easy and amused, the radio playing C&W-classics but not bothering us while talking. I was curious about how Carol felt now after the hour we spent in our bedroom. Adults might say not very much happened but Ron had been very outspoken and would introduce our little girl step by step and in the most gentle ways. And so he did, really. Even I was quite astounded by his patience and deep concern as to Carol's feelings. But in the end she seemed to have expected more and I understood she had the feeling he kind of rejected her by not coming in her. So I thought it best to talk about it with her. 

'So, darling of mine,' I started, 'how do you feel now? Is everything allright?' 'Mmm, yes mum, but you know, I'd wish we didn't have to stop that early. Now it was as if I was rubbing myself and coming to the point of warming up enough when I have to take my hand out of my panties because I hear someone come in the room. You know what I mean?' 'Of course I do, but at my age I don't need to satisfy myself so often. Dad fucks me instead and I prefer that over masturbating.' 'So why did he stop so soon?' 'Well, you see, he just wanted us three to get acquainted to each other in that situation. I saw how he constantly looked in your face to see how you reacted to what he did. And of course, there was the reservation in the restaurant he made. We can't be late and it's quite a distance to travel, an hour or more. So I thought we could have a chat about things.

' 'Well, it's true, mum, all in all it was a lot to think about. At the table dad mentioned both of you were initiated by close relatives - your father and aunt Milly, his sister. Would you tell me how things were for you at the time? You see, granddad is such an old man, I can't imagine him making love to you.'

'Now, granddad wasn't really old at the time, of course not. Allthough he wasn't young anymore - he married my mother when he was 43. So he must have been in his late fifties when he initiated me. At 36 he was a widower yet, his young wife died when giving birth and their baby didn't make it neither. So he stayed on the farm with his parents where he had lived some years with his wife and it was only after six years he was invited by a neigbouring farmer, five miles north of his farm, to discuss something.

This farmer was a widower himself, but much older, ready to retire and keeping for himself he had not much longer to live. His name was Fred Asgauer, his grandparents were Austrians I believe. He had one daughter, Klara. She was only 15 when her mother died from a severe flu and, living so secluded and as things went those days, Klara willingly took the place of her mother in Fred's bed soon after the burial. Now, this Fred was a wise man and when he was told he would not live much longer, he looked for a husband for his daughter and of course my father came to his mind.

My father was a hard working farmer, honest and respected by the few farmers in the region. You know, at the time, this state was even less populated than it is nowadays. Fred Asgauer then proposed on that Sunday afternoon that my father would marry his daughter who was to herit the farmhouse and all the land, about 800 acres. Klara was sitting in front of my father and blushed when Fred tried to convince his neighbour of the qualities his daughter had developed in bed. 'I taught her everything as a good father should,' he said, 'and I believe there's nothing she can do without being perfect. Nor to be done with. Frankly, Hank,' he bluffed his way, 'from a simple blowjob to the most rewarding anal sex, she will please you as you wish. She's a good cook, a hard worker on the farm and I believe you can't find someone in the whole state better than her when it comes to fucking.'

My mother told me this many a time, how she sat there, blushing, afraid my father would think of her as a whore. But she said that the heritage of the farm and the land was probably as important as the promised good sex. So my father agreed instantly and three weeks later they married and my father moved to Fred's farm. Nine months later I was born but the complications after giving birth made that mother couldn't have children anymore.

So I lived my youth in solitude, seeing no other kids but at school more than 15 miles from our farm. And that school was only for girls until their 14th, can you imagine that? So I stayed home from that age and worked on the farm with my parents. Someday, my mother took me apart and said she had to discuss a serious matter. As I had my periods for some time, she said I needed a man and she proposed my father to be so. Tonight you will sleep with him, she said, and I'll take your bed. Obey your father in everything he wants from you, he will take your virginity and I leave you in his hands for quite a while until he judges you to know everything you need.

There was no room for questions or doubts, my mother went back to her work in the kitchen and sent me to the bathroom to prepare myself. The only thing about sex I knew was what I heard from the girls at school and that was not much. I remembered two of my classmates, Jen and Conny, had once tried to tell me that they slept with their brothers from time to time, but as I wasn't even curious to hear more, they stopped and said I was too dumb to go on and they turned their back to me, smirking and giggling.

So I really didn't know what to expect unless father would take my virginity and make me a woman. I wondered what he would do to me than. I would figure out soon. Dad came into the bathroom when I was about to get into the bath. He simply said: 'I'll take care of your bathing and he soaped me in, dried my whole thin body with special care for my little tits and the spot between my thighs and butt. Then, still completely nude, he showed me to his bedroom - their bedroom - and lay me on the big brass bed. Just open your legs for me, child, he said. Don't be afraid, this needs to be done, you're not a child anymore after I've done my plight. I won't ask much from you tonight, he said, just lay still and try to enjoy it. So it will be something nice he'll do to me, I thought. He then took his clothes off and when completely naked he kneeled between my open legs, took his thing in his hands and leaded it to my split.

I must say he wasn't rude, no, he seemed to really care I wouldn't feel any pain. When his penis entered my vagina, he leaned over me and started to move. A harsh pain and then the shaft moved in and out, it wasn't unpleasant at first but after a while I felt better. Than, all of sudden he started to shiver all over his body and stopped moving. He turned me over to my side but his penis stayed in me. He then kissed me for the first time, his tongue in my mouth. I felt how his penis fell out of me and he stood up. He said he would sleep with me for quite a time now and that I should be ready for him as he wanted to do it again. He said he loved me dearly and that I should not think I took the place of my mother. Be a good girl, always, no matter what happens, he said. Everything will come allright if you're obeying my will. When I stood up, I saw how his cum dripped out of me.

That was my initiation in sex and you may think, dear Carol, it was a bit rude. But all in all my father was a good man and in the following four of five weeks he slept with me every night and learned me everything he thought a girl needs to know to be a good wife in bed. After that time, he slept with my mother again and I was really sorry he did not fuck me anymore. One day, about two months later, I asked her why. So you need it, she asked, you need to be fucked, girl? I think so, mom. Well, that's allright. Simply ask. But he will come to your room now. Why can't we be together, the three of us, I asked. And then my mother burst out in laughing. Oh, you silly thing, she smiled, that was what I was waiting for. Tonight you'll join us in our bedroom then.

And from then on life became very pleasant. Only when one of them wanted to have sex on their own or if my father wanted me for him only, we separated for the night. My mother introduced me into sex between two women, both my parents into sex with one man and two women. I really had the time of my life, until I was 18 and there was a party.

From all over the place and from much further, my parents had invited couples and their sons and daughters. About thirty people came and one of them was a stranger. The moment I saw him, I quivered. It was love on first sight. He was the nephew of a boy we knew and he was working on their farm since a couple of months. After sunset, there was a dance in the garden behind the farm and I was so happy he invited me. He told me he was sent to his uncle's farm to learn about repairing machinery and that he would be returning within a few months to his parents who lived about 40 miles away. I said I was sorry for that, I would like to get to know him. We danced quite a time and when I took a seat next to my dad, he said: 'That boy, I see you're interested in him?' 'Yes, I do,' I answered. 'He's a good boy, I know his kin. Go walk with him in the orchard, girl.' And so we did.

That boy was your father, Carol. We kissed in the moonlight over the orchard, he put his hand under my frock and put it on my crotch. 'You're wet,' he said. 'That's good. I think you're a good girl for me. Do you like a good fuck?' 'Of course,' I said, 'who wouldn't with a handsome man like you?' 'Okay, I'll talk to your father.' Later on I saw him sitting next to my dad, talking and listening. After a while, my father called me. 'Sit down, girl. I wanna say something.' I took a chair and sat down. 'Now this young man asks me if he might marry you,' dad said. 'I know his kin, they're fine people. I told him you're a good girl, always ready to work and excellent as a partner in bed. He himself says he's experienced enough to give a woman what she needs and even more. So I have no objection to a marriage. And son, giving her away to you means I lose a mate I always loved to fuck. I hope you make her forget about me as a lover.' 'I'll do my best, sir,' your father answered and did he keep his promise!

But see, we've arrived, here's the restaurant. Time has flown.' 'How old were you when granddad made love to you for the first time?', Carol asked. 'About your age, darling,' I said while stepping out of the car. I saw Ron making eyes at me. Yes, I thought, that's my little red lie. I was sixteen, going up seventeen. But my little girl is now more a woman than I was then. I knew absolutely nothing and I wonder how much she knows at her age. Not a single doubt she's ready for it. And I thanked God for this wonderful life and this wonderful daughter, for this wonderful man, for my wonderful family. Hand in hand we entered the restaurant and were shown to our table in one of the secluded boxes. This dinner would cost a week's income or more and I hoped it would be worth every cent.

Before starting the fourth chapter of 'FAMILY CONSENT' I want to thank two of my readers who sent me good advice and remarks on the previous entries. I want my readers to know that English is not my mother tongue and as a result it is impossible to express myself in it as I want to.

The story is set in some mid-south US state where since decades farmers lived  far from any town and even miles away from their next neighbours. It was, in certain regions, impossible for the young folk to experience first sex if it was not with a family member - mostly the father, brother or uncle for girls and the mother, sister or aunt for boys. It is obvious that in many cases it was just rape - not seldom very young girls were victims of the lust of elder relatives they trusted.

In my story, however, we see a family living on such a farm keeping up a long tradition of initiating their children in a kind and loving way. Allthough the world around them has changed and people nowadays don't live so secluded as it was in the days the parents of Carol, June and Ray live now, they still believe that it is the task and the responsability to initiate their offspring in sex themselves, convinced as they are that only people who love their children with all their heart are capable to teach them how to make love.The parents in this story, the 35 years old father and the 33years old mother Emily, are concerned about the sexual eduction of their offspring and try their best to mold them into sexually experienced grown-ups before they leave the house. They think it is of utter importance that their children won't be so naive that they run into the arms of some lusty predator, just for the fun of take a girl's virginity. One can discuss about their morality but as we all know how many girls are raped after a teen party or a school dance, I believe they prepare their children in a much better way than to keep their mouth about sex and deliver unexperienced and naive young women and men to the world. They just do the best they can and the story goes about their heartfelt love for their offspring and their sincere concern to educate their children in every way of life, including sex.

One of my critics wrote me he missed the point of view of the mother, Emily and the daughter, Carol. I agree with him but I intended to give them voice in the next chapter. As this will be a long story, I take time to tell it slowly and detailed, giving each character the opportunity to speak out their feelings. Let's hear Emily's and Carol's stories first before going on.

And please, don't hesitate to comment on my writing!

'Now, open your legs a little bit, sweety,' Emily urged Carol, 'not too wide, just to give way for daddy's palm to rest comfortably on your crotch. Then you can eventually close them a bit but not too narrow, so that his hand can easily glide up your belly or down your butt.

'Oh, she's a quick learner, Em,' I responded in between two kisses. I can feel your warm belly with my fingers, baby, and the heat coming from your tiny slit. Let me turn my hand to feel the temp between your little butt.' She moaned while she was still working her tongue around mine. 'It seems to me I can learn from her,' I smiled after a long kiss. I slowly moved the palm of my hand on the fabric of the cotton panties, then turned my hand to have her pubes in my palm en gently putting my middle finger between her butts. I hadn't seen het panties yet, but they seemed to be of a very thin cotton fabric. Anyway I could feel her tiny hole under my fingertip, where I rested it while I pressed my palm gently against her pubes. 'Oh, princess, I smell you now,' I whispered excited.

True, from the moment my hand was softly rubbing her cotton clad fanny, the scent of her juices came into my nose. 'Oh, yes, she's starting to get wet,' Emily exclaimed, 'what a wonderful perfume you lose from your little slit. Darling, wouldn't you take off your panties now?' She put her hands on her dress but I nodded: 'Dad will do that for you, you don't need to do anything right now. I will uncover your panties and if you're ready you may open your legs a bit more, so I can lay my head between them. I'd love to smell your scent from its very source.' She gave way and I moved next to her, my nose against the weakened flesh between her thighs. Emily was right: this was the most subtle scent of light perfume, the scent of innocence really, so different from Emily's that filled my nostrils from the moment she needed to be fucked.

While I put my tongue against the fabric, letting it lick her thighs at both sides of the cladded crotch, I saw Emily was caressing our baby, whispering in her ears words I couldn't understand. She made Carol feel at ease. I then uncovered Carols' pubes by lifting the crotch of her panties to the side. Before my eyes I saw the most wonderful slit I could never even have been dreaming of. The pubes fully closed, just a line between a very thin blonde bush of soft hairs, pink and yes: damp as she sweated there, but the smell was ominously that of fresh juice. I gently kissed her, after a while licking and moving my tongue downwards over the length of her virgin slit. The scent becoming more outspoken by the minute now I held back to see the dewdrops leaving one by one. I couldn't wait any longer and pulled her panties down, over her knees and her feet, handing them over to Emily who immediately started to sniff the crotch. 'Isn't she wonderful,' I gasped, 'how, you're so good, baby, and daddy loves to see you.' 'Will you come in me now?' she asked. 'Not yet, darling, not this afternoon. There's more to be learned before you give yourself away. I'll just lick the juices from your slit now and then we're finished for the moment.' 'Why,' she uttered with fear in her voice, 'am I not doing well?' 'You're doing more than well, princess, but see: I made a reservation in a nice restaurant and we're going to eat and drink to the wonderful night we will spend together. Oh yes, you're doing well, but making love for the first time should be gentle en lovingly. I want you to remember your defloration as a day of wine and roses, and so it will be, if you want to have me in you.' 'I do, daddy,' she whispered, 'only I cannot wait.' 

I hugged her in reply and she took my hand, running almost like a puppy that is happy to see its boss. She led me to the patio where the table was ready for the meal. Emily had it arranged that she was seated in front of me and little Carol at my right hand. 

'Well then,' Emily said with a bright smile, looking Carol in the eyes, 'we managed to get ready just in time. I helped Carol to take a bath, cut her nails and paint them in that soft blue matching the color of her eyes, a very faint touch of perfume hardly to be smelled, a nice white dress and a new white bra and matching white cotton panties. We talked a lot too, about what's going to happen and - Emily looked at me now - she's ready for it and so am I. What about you, dad.' 

'Since I have been talking about initiating my lovely daughter some months ago, the only thing I can say I'm as ready as can be. My dear Carol, I am so happy you consent in this and I take this matter serious. It is a long tradition in our farmer states that fathers or older brothers, sometimes uncles, take their daughters, sisters of nieces for their first sexual experience but alas, more often not with their consent. I mean, most of the time they do it because they feel the need to - now, to fuck a virgin. And as young girls are available, they take their virginity without asking or considering their feelings. In our families, mine and your mother's, the defloration took place after a long talk, and the mother gave the young daughter away to her husband as a bride. And so, when we married, we made a vow that we should step in the footprints of our family. Your mother was intiated by your granddad, I was initiated by my sister, aunt Milly, who was four years older than myself. We think this was the best that even could have happened to us. We learned every single aspect of sex through people we knew, we trusted and we loved. And so they did with us. And thus, my lovely Carol, your mother and I will make you a woman now. Let us all enjoy these two days and pray that our love for each other will get stronger and even more beautiful as it was until this day.' 'Well said,' Emily answered, 'Carol, I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when I was about your age. I loved my father and when my mother told me the time was come and my father would make me a woman, it answered my deepest and most secret desires. I dit not write a diary but if I had one, I would have written the same as you did. Your father put the seed in me that became you and this weekend he will put his seed in you and in me to tighten the bond of love between us. Let's drink to that.' 

After the meal we sat and talked about whatever came into our minds until Emily said it was time to go upstairs. 'Carry her,' she said, 'take her in your arms and carry her.' The burden was light and willing enough. Emily took the lead, I followed with Carol in my arms. She smelled like a freshly opened rose in the morning breeze. In the bedroom, Emily laid herself on her side of the bed, while I gently put Carol next to her, then laying myself down. With Carol between us, we both laid one hand on her belly, softly, feeling the warmth of her youth. 'Shouldn't I undress?', Carol asked. 'No, my love, we keep our clothes on. This is not a thing of haste. We have all the weekend, you know. Just be patient and trust your mom and me.' I gently moved my hand over her belly, down to her legs until it reached her knee and up again, to her belly, making its way to her breast and neck. Emily had taken Carol by the hand now. I leaned over Carol's head for our first kiss. Our lips met softly, I kept on kissing her lips, her cheeks, her ears, the side of her neck while my hand lay on her small breasts and started its way to her belly again to rest where I felt her panties under the light cotton dress. Then I kissed her lips again, the tip of my tongue between them. 'Open your mouth, sweety,' I heard Emily whisper. She obeyed and I put my tongue between her lips, felt her little tongue. 'Now move your tongue around daddy's and put it in his mouth as far as you can, darling,' Emily went on. 'This is your first lesson in love, sweetheart. If you really love dad, kiss him, kiss him.' I now held Carols' head in both my hands and our tongues soon began to circle around each other. Emily put her hand where mine had been, just under Carols' navel, softly moving downwards to feel if any rise in temperature was to be felt. 'Oh darling, you're doing fine,' she said, 'your belly gets warm and damp. Let daddy now put his hand under your dress to feel your panties.'

And while we were still kissing, Emily led my right hand down, over Carols' breast, belly, thighs and led it under her dress to rest it on that nice little belly, feeling the soft texture of the cotton panties she wore. I could feel how my dick stiffened and I drove my tongue deep in Carols' mouth as I felt how warm and damp she was between her legs. And yet, this was only the beginning of a long weekend. This afternoon we would only touch her and only tonight she would touch me. It would be a lesson in patience, in longing for the sacred moment. 

'Emily, I swear she needs it.'

Since a couple of months I tried to explain my wife that Carol, our eldest daughter, should be initiated as soon as possible before she would step into the world and meet unexperienced boys of her age, only willing to molest her. And both Emily and I had made a vow that before that moment came, we would teach her - and of course the two other kids when time was ripe - every aspect of sex. But now, as I saw how Carol has developed small breasts and Emily has assured me she wore a lovely bunch of blonde hair on het pubes, I wondered why Emily hesitated. 

'I think it can still wait for a while,' she always answered.  'When I see her play with her friends or here in the house, I think she's still more a child than a woman.' 'Of course she is, but on the other hand, she reaches the border between the two. You know it happens quickly, it is a grey zone and the woman will be popping out one of the days. We cannot wait until it's too late.' 'Are you sure,' Emily questioned seriously, ' are you very sure it's not your impatience to have her as soon as you can, Don?' 'Well, let's be honest, dear. Of course I would like to take her. If it was on me, it would already been so. But I wait for your consent - and of course, for hers. I propose you talk to her first chance you have. You'll feel if she's ready or not. But as I tell you for a while, I think she is.'

Two days later as we went to bed, Emily touched my dick and put her hand around it. I felt how it stiffened under her touch. 'Don, darling, I talked to her. She's ready. Take June and Ray to your parents' farm for the weekend tomorrow morning, you'll be back before noon then. I'll cook something special and while the meal's in the oven I'll get her dressed for the occasion. I bought some nice things for her to wear as well as new silk linnen for our bed.' 'How,' I asked, 'did it work out easy?' 'Easy enough', Emily replied, 'she understood our worries about boys only willing to take a girls' virginity in some dark spot in the bushes. I told her there are other, far more pleasant and enjoyable ways to enter womanhood. I told her how my own parents initiated me at about her age.' 'Little red lie,' I laughed, 'you were sixteen, going up seven..' Emily put her finger on my lips. 'Now listen, times have changed since then. Fact is, as I went on to tell her we would like her to be initiated in a loving way by myself and her father, she just blushed a little but her eyes glanced, I can tell you. I asked her if she loved her dad and she said of course, I do. I love you both and I would do anything to make you happy. So I asked her if she would love to lay with us - to lie on our bed between the two of us - and be taught how to make love, she didn't even blush but smiled and said she would be happy. I went on questioning her if she loved her dad as a man, not only as a father. Did she even fantasize about him caressing her? There was a moment of silence, she closed her eyes and I thought she would burst out in tears but no. 'I do,'she whispered. She said she thinks of you as a beautiful, nice and sexy person. She excused herself, got into her room and came back with her diary. Only two weeks ago she had written in red ink: 'How I love my dad! I would so like if he found the guts to take me in his arms and kiss me, touch me all over, cuddle me. Just thinking he's making love to mummy behind the wall of my room becomes unbearable. I can only imagine how theyre making love and imagine how it would be if he did the same with me. But I know he won't do it and mam will keep him to herself. What can I do but rub myself to sleep every nigth?'

'I told you she was ready for it,' I said. 'I think you were a little bit jealous to see her grow up, weren't you?' 'I guess I was, darling,' she whispered. But now, let's make love and I won't keep my voice low when I come. She'll have to hear how I feel getting fucked by my lover.' She put her lips around my dick and started to kiss it, her tongue circling around the shaft. And man, did she yell when she reached orgasm when i fingered her before putting my stiff meat between her wet lips.

The next morning, I drove June and Ray to my parents. They were excited to see them and play on the farmground for two days. And so were my parents - the love the young folk. As soon as we arrived, they called my sister to bring over her son so the two would have company of their nephew they cannot see very often.

On my way home I was calm and decisive, well aware of my responsability towards my daughter. But I was sure that Emily had done everything to make her feel comfortable and that my loving wife would be us all the time to guide us. This only would happen once in Carols' lifetime and I would make sure she enjoyed it - not to speak of wanting more afterwards. Of course, the day would come she'd meet boys of her age and we had to give her away. But I prayed we could have her with us for some time and deliver her to the world as a young woman who would be wise enough to choose a lover who'd really care for her and with whom she could share the experience we gave her so generously.

When I stepped out of the car, she ran into me, dressed in a new white cotton dress. She hugged me and said: 'Hi, dad, we were waiting for you.'