Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

Marsha remembered what Arlene Sloan had told her about mutual consent in sex, but she kept her mouth shut about it. But Arlene's wisdom helped her understand her overwrought brother.

"I've got a confession to make, Marsha," he said. "I've been peeking into your room a lot. One night last week, I tip-toed in when you were asleep and I drew the covers down and just stood there looking at your naked body. I wanted to see your tits and pussy because I've been watching you grow up. You know what I mean? I didn't touch you or anything. I just jerked off as I watched your tits rise and fall and saw your cunt twist around when you turned in your sleep. I've been wanting to fuck you."

Marsha swallowed nervously and wished now that he wasn't being so honest. His heated speech was warming her pussy more than she wanted it warmed.

"Last night I guess I went haywire with you. I couldn't help myself. But I learned a lesson from it, I'll tell you that! I'll never touch you again, Sis."

With that, he got to his feet and walked out of the house. A moment later Marsha heard his car drive off. She started breathing again.

It was a pleasant surprise for her indeed. But it was only the first of the day. Two hours later Arlene Sloan arrived, looking good enough to eat in a slinky dress that displayed plenty of her lush, naked tits.

Over coffee, holding Marsha's hand, she said, "I just want you to know that your father is coming along famously. My friends got through to him and he's going to get counseled on alcoholism. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Well, I don't know," Marsha said perplexed.

"Of course you don't," Arlene laughed. "How silly of me. But I've had lots of experience with this sort of thing. Take my word for it, darling, your father won't rape you any more if he sticks to the program."

"Oh," Marsha said.

Arlene reached up and slid Marsha's neckline open and bared her cute, pointed tits.

"He won't abuse these lovely things," she whispered, and touched her gentle fingers to the pink nipples. Marsha caught her breath.

Arlene murmured low and dipped her pretty head. She parted her lips and took a spiking pink nipple into her mouth and gently sucked on it as her slender fingers traveled up between Marsha's quivering thighs.

She pushed gently with her mouth until Marsha stretched herself out on the sofa and surrendered to the lesbian love-making.

Arlene ran her fingertips up and down the girl's sweet cunt-slit, around her pussy-lips and twirled her clit until Marsha was panting hotly.

She lifted her wet mouth from Marsha's thrusting tits and gazed hotly at her furry little cunt. "You have a darling pussy," she murmured, slipping to her knees. "Your father won't hurt it after this, you'll see. He'll be back home in about three months, a new man."

Marsha couldn't believe that. But she also couldn't give it much thought at the moment. Arlene pressed her sexy mouth to Marsha's pussy and started licking her tongue up and down the wet slit.

"Ohhhh, Arlene," the girl moaned.

She stretched her pretty legs wide and fed her hungry little cunt to the loving, caring social worker.

Arlene sucked her to a horny come twice. Then they got into a juicy sixty-nine position and Marsha ate her fill of hot pussy, too. Afterwards, while the girl was still out of her head with luscious feelings of erotic pleasure, Arlene laid on top of her and tit-to-tit and cunt-to-cunt, fucked herself and Marsha to a tremendous come.

Marsha wanted even more, but Arlene kissed her mouth and laughed lightly. "You little vixen," she purred. "You're enough to drive a girl right out of her head. What a horny little cunt you have! No wonder your father wanted to fuck you. If I had a big stiff cock I'd ram it right into you!"

"Please stay and eat me again," Marsha breathed.

"I can't, honey. I really can't. I have a full calendar today. I've been here longer than I should be."

She glanced at the little watch on her slim wrist as she rolled off of Marsha's supple, surrendered body.

Marsha heaved a big sigh of regret as her friend left, and she fingerfucked her cunt for a while, relishing the pleasant after-shocks of the lesbian love-making.

The next day at school, Marsha learned from Sandra Doon that Clint Fields had had a car accident. He had been driving drunk and hit a tree. It was rumored that he'd be crippled for life.

"Too bad," Sandra cooed. "I think he was turning on to you."

"I don't care," Marsha said. "I don't like boys who drink anyway."

"Are you kidding?" her friend tittered. "Everybody drinks!"

"I don't care," Marsha repeated, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. "All I know is no boy who drinks is gonna fuck my cunt."

"Well! How snooty!" Sandra exclaimed, and she walked away.

Marsha didn't care if she never saw Sandra again. She was leading a new, happier life.

More pleasant surprises came her way each and every day when she got home from school and found her brother sober. He quit his night job and went on unemployment. Most of his buddies thought he was nuts, but Marsha understood him when he said, "That job makes me tired and mad, and I want to drink. This way I can relax and quit boozing."

Days passed into weeks and still Ernie never touched a drop. He turned to earlier pursuits, like movies and dancing and artwork. And he kept his hands to himself, although on more than one occasion Marsha caught him peeking at her body.

One day she happened to be going to the bathroom in her nightie when her brother eyed her luscious body with obvious agony. After she went pee, Marsha came out and went over to where he was sitting.

"Thanks for being so nice," she said sweetly, and she meant it. "I know it's hard for you, especially when I'm wearing a little thing like this. I appreciate it that you don't attack me."

"Just go into your room, will you?" Ernie said thickly.

"Sorry," Marsha cooed, and traipsed into her room, her cute ass wiggling, threatening to peek from beneath the shortness of her nightie. Her brother nursed a hard-on and fought down the urge to fuck her.

This was all new to Marsha but when the pleasantness wore off, she was stuck with plain old boredom. She couldn't believe it when, weeks later, she actually wished her brother would at least try to kiss her or something. But Ernie was doing great and sticking to his resolve.

Then came the biggest surprise of all – her father came home. Not only was he sober and well but he was healthier and heavier, having had good food for three months. He looked like a refined gentleman and Marsha was impressed.

When he arrived, she went to him meekly and slowly pressed her goodies up against him to give him a welcome-home kiss.

"Don't be afraid, Marsha," he said kindly. "I'm not going to hurt you, not any more."

Then, like Ernie, he was all apologies for his past behavior and he vowed never to touch her sexually again. Marsha naturally accepted this news in the spirit it was given, but later, alone in her bedroom, she began to wonder what her new life was going to be like with a father and a brother who weren't going to scare her, chase her, and rape her.

Reality wore heavy on her as time passed. Night after night her father went to his room and her brother went to his. And night after night Marsha had to fingerfuck her own cunt to get off and achieve those special feelings a growing girl really likes.

The situation soon became unbearable. She discovered that she could prance around the house in next to nothing and still her father and brother behaved themselves. She had no doubt about what was in their lewd minds, but they didn't touch her!

To add to Marsha's growing sense of frustration, Arlene Sloan was transferred to another city. Marsha cried for days, heartbroken to have lost such a neat friend – one who would suck her cunt.