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Hi I'm Kara, I'm 18 years and four calendar month old, and I live with my Mom and Dad. As 18-year-olds go, I'm happy enough, I'm cute, I mean, If I don't say it, who will ? I weigh about 92 pounds, and I'm a senior at Sacred sum academy. I play soccer, eat and subject area, in that order of magnitude. We live some ten mi from town, so I usually ride the school bus to schoolhouse. I like it out here in the body politic, caboodle of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. No, we don't live on a farm, that would mean getting up at 4 a.m. to milk the cows and muck out the stalls -- Not for me Thank you.

We may as well get this over with now. I am excommunicate ! Why ? Because I have a buddy, Sam, and what makes it a jinx, is that he is sr., wiser, unattackable and even more of an ass than I am. Truth be told, I do love him, particularly when he's at swimming practice, baseball practice or basketball practice. No really, we just like to out-do each other in put-downs.

I walk out to the kitchen, where Mom is still putting the dishes in the washer"Morning Mom."I tell her. She looks at me."You have that funny story flavor, I hope you're not smoking pot again."“ No, Sam was teaching me how to kiss."“ You know Mom, that guy is a true expert, if he wasn't so ugly, I could go for him !"“ Well, how long did this class final stage ?"she asks."Oh, maybe half hour, xlv second, I don't know."She chip in me a hug."you're growing up Kiddo."She smiles."Did he make your pantie wet ?"I grin sheepishly,"Yeah, but that was because he kept poking me, with his you know what."

Actually, I'm an out-of-door person, I like to trace and shoot, or just go traipsing around the in the wood behind our house, lots of deer back there, if you're still. Lot's of tick too. It's tranquillize out here, just the squirrels, the razz and those noisy frog over at the pond. A with child place to unwind, get over a temper tantrum or feelin sorry for yourself, whatever. We're not anchorite, We do have some neighbors near us. OK, it's maybe a one-half land mile down the road on both side. But fortunately for me, I am not really a hoi polloi individual, you know ? I have my friends, but frankly, I enjoy being by myself, or just around Mom and Dad and what's-his-name.

Brian and Catlin, are my parents, my Dad and Mom, are the best parents I could possibly have. And really, my most dependable supporter. I kind of have a boyfriend, but it not very serious, I'm sorta not allowed to have a boyfriend. We're at that stage where he wants to get into my bloomers, you know ?"No way guy !"Sometimes Clive can be a real jolt.

My Mom is a stop at menage missy, and I think we bonded final stage twelvemonth, or maybe eight days ago, I forget. She is the apt individual I know. She has this wicked smile, like she knows that I masturbate -- but golly, don't all kids do that ? And how does she know any anyway ? It's not like I do it every night -- maybe every former night. Mom and me are sozzled, we have no secrets !

Dad's a hired man surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he's cool, I think he's one friend I can always swear, depend on, you know what I mean ? dada is, well, I think it's that he's not judgmental, always has my back. He trust me, treats me like I'm 19 years old, like an adult. Although He won't let me have a car of my own, even though I can probably drive and collimate park better than he can ! Because Dad is a specialist, he has more disengage time than most MD's, so we get to spend much more time together. Dad has a medical office here at our home, but I think now that's just for emergencies, More that anything, as he seldom uses it.

My life history, my sport is soccer, I love soccer. It's a sportswoman where no one is passed over because they aren't cute or popular ! We even have a heavy-set girl, Janet, who can recoil that ball 60 piece of ass yards ! apology my voice communication, but you should see her do it. I play forward -- that means we're the one's that get to make most of the goals, and it give's me a chance to be really entail, and I get away with it ! It's fun to just to fly, run as fast as you possibly can, till your pectus distress, you know ? I really need an outlet for all that energy, sometimes, otherwise I'd just scream -- sometimes I do anyway. It confuses the early team, and scares the bejabbers out of the rival player, who's supposed to be guarding me.

Tell you a mystic, We all, well, well-nigh of us train a shower, after a game. Our school shower is one of those wacky ones that the spray drumhead are on a big pith post, in the center of the exhibitor room, and we all just gather around in a circle. Well, there we are, raw, bumping into each other, and of course there's destiny of giggling, fun and dirty jocularity, but know what ? I kinda get excited, seeing my team mates naked. I mean, sexually, I feel like masturbating while I watch them naked. God, I hope I'm not a lesbo.

Clive, he's my boyfriend, we have sorta a stony relationship. He like's me, I hate him ! But he's cute -- real cute. So I have, on social function, let him feel my chest, under my sweater but not under my bra, thank you ! Do you opine he's well-chosen with that ? No way, he just keeps whining,"Aw come on Kara, take it off, Please ?"Which totally turns me off. I was a tomfool to ever let him fumble me the first fourth dimension ! And now about everyone at school knows how far I let boy go. chip in me a break !

Now I know you're wondering, No, I've never been fucked ! Gee, I'm only eight stripling, for god's sake ! Dad hates it when I use the F word, tells me to ascertain another Son or just pantomime, but you can't mime on the headphone ! That's way too much endeavor for the F Word of God, even if I knew how. And I usually only use it on the phone ! God, it's, it's just a intelligence, isn't it ? I'm not up tight, actually I'm probably better adjusted than lots of my protagonist.

You know I think office of the reason I don't have snag, like sex, drinking, smoking, drugs swearing, stealing and men, is because in our family we see each other bare pretty often, especially in the hot months, it's a heck of a lot more comfortable to just go denudate minimum, you know, just a cut-off T, no bra, or even a shirt, feels great in the summertime. I think it gives you a lot of self esteem, like you are really somebody. I don't flaunt it, in fact very few of my protagonist know I'm a half-ass nudist, but Heck, I enjoy it !

We have a heated pool, so you don't have a warmness approach when you dive in, like you would in dusty water ! Since we're in sorta a withdraw positioning, as long as we don't have fellowship, we just go marginal ass. Only excitement I have in the pool, is when Sam and I wrestle for the ball, or something, and all that body contact fall in Sam a intemperate on ! We all swim pretty a good deal every day. It's a great way to stay in flesh ! We even have a guy that comes around once a week, takes care of the puddle, does a cracking job. He does it in the morning, while I'm snoozing in my well-heeled bed.

The four of us have a neat family relationship, Somehow, it seems that since we see each other naked so often, we have few secrets -- we know each other easily ! I suppose we're more like a really special family, campaign in our house we don't have a lot of convention, early than to be clean and don ‘ t pick on Kara. My Mom, she is, well, I'd have to say that she is one happy person, and gets off with our family, she has so a lot fun !

I guess that's mighty important to her. She has a killer body, sort of a MILF --"Mom I'd Like to Fuck !"Sam is always telling her all the guys say that's what she is, MILF. I like that, I think it's cute. She just grins and savour him on the arm. I think she really considers it a compliment ! She swims lap covering every day, to a greater extent than I do. Don't know how, but she can outlast me ! Sorta scary, isn ‘ t it ? Her breasts are on the pocket-sized side of meat, sorta of like mine, I'm just a 34-B. B for Barely.

This evening Dad's in a great mood, so I screw up the courage him, asked if he thought my breasts are too pocket-sized ? Anyway, Dad thought and thought, then asks me,"What do you recollect, kiddo ?"Then he asks,"How old are you any way ?"“ fountainhead duh, Dad, what for did I ask ?"He laughs, and William Tell me,"I recommend you let me knead your breasts for about 20 or 30 minutes, twice a day."Thanks a lot Dad ! Mom tries to hide that laughing sound coming from her direction. I only ask personal dubiousness like that when Sam's not here, otherwise he gets all excited.

"OK, mantrap"says my Dad,"I'm not exactly an expert on teen-age breast, but let's see."“ Stand up Hon, and take off your T-shirt, will you ?"He keeps a straight face as he asks,"Are any of your friends -- boy complaining ?"“ Any girls complain ?"I give him a posterior look, but he continues as though he's enjoying this !

I strip my T off and Daddy looks at my breasts. Naturally Mom comes over to join in -- everybody's invited, of form. My Mom can be depended to vex up for me, after all, I am her favored ! Naturally, Mom says the required"Darling, You have really nice, sexy breasts."Dad sits down, and has me stand in front of him, up close of course.

"lulu, I'm a medico, and as your family physical, I can assure you, that for a lady friend your age, your state of development, and your knocker are perfectly normal."“ Remember, It's a lot like height, some fry grow faster, and in the like way, some fille start chest maturation at different historic period, but that is all normal, OK ?"“ OK Dad, thanks for discourse, but I think my breast sorta started developing, then sorta ran out of gas !"“ Maybe I just need reassuring, from papa, you know ?"“ I know Kara, went thru that myself !"We laugh and hugged and then I put my T back on. In vitrine I didn't William Tell you, we're from a long line of Huggers !"Don't you guys forget, tomorrow is Saturday, you have to take me to soccer exercise in the morning."

Most of the little girl I know go in their bedchamber and lock the doorway when they masturbate. Don't have the foggiest idea why that's necessary ! At least you can pry pry that information out of little girl, they admit it. At least most of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to allow in he masturbates eight day a week, and he ‘ ll back away from you, like you're a vampire or something. Like it's a mortal sin, or a felony for God's rice beer ! Once, I asked one of the nun's at schooltime if onanism was a mortal sin, but the good nun just told me to see her after class ! No thank you, heard that lecture already.

I don't know, at our menage, yeah, we go into our sleeping room to masturbate, I guess, least I do, but we never bother to keep out the threshold, like Dad says, doing it is just normal sexual behavior."What about Sam “, I ask,"He does it every morning in the cascade ?"At that, of course Sam sneers,"How do you bed, twit, been watching me ?"“ Now kiddies"Dad intones,"That's OK if it makes him happy, isn't it ?"“ Do it myself, once in a great while."Mom bursts out laughing.

When I first discovered sex, I think I was about seven old age old, and seeing Dad with an erecting kind of scared the crap outa me, Anyway, I thought pa had some horrifying disease. Mom and Dad took me in on the bed with them, and mummy and I played with his heavy penis, to tell the truth, I think I prefer his penis hard and cadaver, instead of soft and floppy. I sometimes go in their bedroom early in the morning, movement I know Dad will be laying there sound asleep, with a beautiful erection. Dad has a nice penis, he's cut. But when it's hard, it sort of bender up, like it's trying to point at his nose. It's huge, trust me ! Least compared to Sam. Maybe his big erecting scared my breasts, so they stopped growing ? About every morning, I stick my pass in Sam's room, just to assure. He's cut, just like Dad is, And yeah, he's usually laying there asleep, all sprawled out, his dick sticking straight up !

Dad explained that when a guy wakes up with a to the full bladder, it presses on his prostate blah blah blah. Personally I think he's having a really aphrodisiacal dream ! But he denies that."It's just normal, Kara Darling"Which is his favorite construction. I'm really sieve of pleased When he calls me darling. I guess maybe because Dad's a Doctor of the Church, I get so much advice, like"Wash yourself in the exhibitioner, don't just put up there !, and"Don't lecture with your mouthpiece wide-cut Hon."You know, it's kind of a kin gag, but most daughter my age have nipples, except maybe Julie Hecathorn, who is still. Her breasts are still little cones, with itty-bitty nipple, like a ten-year old !

My Mom has pink teat instead of real dark teat -- she's says that because pa loves them so much. My nipples teat are lots bigger than hers, but only get my pap are big and puffy. Mom says aunt Jean had puffy mammilla, and I probably inherited that trait from her. But then we've always referred to her as nutcase old Aunt Jean ! God, I hope people never call me Crazy old aunt Kara ! Truly, I think I have gracious knocker, shaped sorta like if you slice an apple in one-half, that would be my breast, you know ? Well, maybe a sorta small apple.

I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I think seeing Mom and daddy naked a lot allows me to sorta be happy with myself -- my body I mean. I see a lot naked people at School, young woman anyway, in the locker room or in the showers. Big boobs, tiny boobs, but only one or two former girls with bouffant nipples ! I suppose my breasts are fine just the way they are, maybe a little on the short weight down English. But for one thing, I hardly ever have to endure a bra, except to shoal. When I was a newcomer, Sister Clara took me aside, and said"Kara, We ‘ always wear bandeau'at Sacred Heart."wellspring that's ok, I think, as she drones on and on, as long as I can streak around the house naked. I wonder if nun's masturbate ? I wonder if the Father McClain ever fucks them ? All of them ?

I talked to my Mom one night, After Dad had already gone to bed. It was summertime, and we were both out in the hot tub, and as common, we were bare ass. It's on the sundeck, so we don't have to worry about sunburn, and in the even, it ‘ s crack nice. Anyhow, I told Mom I wanted to lecture to her about sex for a minute of arc, you know, fucking. Mom asked me how I felt about it ? wellspring Duh, Mom, it's on my mind sort of all the time."I told her it ‘ s like pubic hair, the more you get the aphrodisiacal your thoughts become. Mom smiles, and looks at me, she asks,"Kara, do you feel like you are ready to have intimate coition ?"I thought about it a minute, and told her"At schoolhouse, Mom, I think a lot about intercourse, and my thanks is usually wet pantie. Mom laughs at that"I suppose it ‘ s a good thing then, that they make you wear undies at school, isn't it ?"

"Actually Mom"I told her,"I feel I'm mature enough, that I am ready to bear sexual intercourse."“ I sorta lack to live it, yet I don't want to get that involved, you know what I mean ?"“ I know perfectly well, Kara, I've been here done that."I laughed, and she joined in. Then she asks,"Do you have anyone particular in thinker Honey ?"“ Like maybe Clive ?"“ It seems you said he is interest in you."“ No “, I replied,"Baron Clive of Plassey is a total jerk-off, he's only is interested in me if I ‘ m bare ass naked !"“ That guy doesn't know if a girl's vagina is in front end or back !"“ Oh my"coos Mom."Kara, you will have to ascertain your linguistic communication, there's an adult present, and you know how she blushes."

"Mom, I want a man, someone experienced, not some bungling amateur."My virginity is a one shot mickle, you know, and I would hate to rot it on some fool boy !"“ All the eligible male child I know, are way too juvenile."They are all too frigging immature, really, for me to even consider."“ I want a more experienced man, maybe like one who won a gold ribbon in screwing, at the Olympics !"Mom laughs,"love your dad is already taken, Sorry !"

"beloved, what in specific are you looking for in a boy, or man ?"“ wellspring, I want a man, one who knows his way around a girl's body, like how to founder me one orgasm after another, maybe ten clip !"“ Just bang-bang-bang !"By now, Mom's nipple are hard, and helpfully, I point that out to her. She punches me, and says,"I think we should get your pappa out here to keep this conversation nice and fairly !"I hit her on the arm. Thinking about that. Then we hug."You know Mom, that's not a bad idea !"

Mom puts her hand on my arm, and tells me,"I think you're the right way, Kara, you are growing up, and those things will only go a lot more important to you, and that's the way it's supposed to be, so just enjoy it."It's your life."“ William Tell you what, beloved, tomorrow let's ask your daddy if we can get you scheduled for a pelvic exam, and just may we should think about putting you on the pill."“ She gives me that wicked smile."Regulate your periods !"

The adjacent cockcrow, Mom says,"Brian, Kara and I were talking last Nox, and we both feel that maybe it time we scheduled her for a pelvic, and get her started on parturition control pills."Daddy looks at me and says,"How old are you now kiddo."“ Dad, I'm XIV, don't you remember, I didn't get a car for my birthday."“ Someday, Kara, you'll be dangerous and it will scare the bull out of me !"“ Language, papa"I reminded him.

The next day was Sunday, and the clinic would not be busy, so after breakfast, Dad and I drove down to the hospital."Nervous ?"he asks me."I ‘ m little scare away, to tell the accuracy, I remember I had an exam when I was immature, cause I had started my stop, but I was a young missy then, and it didn't matter."“ Now it's sort different, you know what I mean ?"I guess he notices my hesitation, because he asks me,"Sweetheart, do you want me to do the examination, or would you rather one of the interns do ?"Without faltering, I give him a hug,"You do it, Daddy."

"Shit !"says dada suddenly,"we forgot to bring Sam along"I hit him on the arm -- hard. It took us about a half hour to drive down to his government agency. We walk over to GYN, and look for an vacate examination room. Dad asks Patty, one of the nurses,"right Morning Pat, my daughter here want to get a pelvic, could you assist ?"“ Of class Brian, 3 is empty."She smiles at me."I'm just here to help oneself out, Kara, and even hold your helping hand if you want me to."I know Patty pretty well, she's a smashing girl.

The two of us talk a bit."I understand you're going to get started on nascency control."“ Does that mean you have a special boy, already picked out, and you're going to lead that big jump right field into his bed ?"I shook my head and laughed."Golly I hope not, I don't think I'm quite set up for that just yet."She asked if I wanted a gown, I shook my head no."Why bother,"I laughed,"I may as well not be wearing it, right ?"and we laugh again, as she says,"You have a good point there, Kara. I undressed and hopped up on the high school exam table. Patty took my blood pressure, and material like that.

A few proceedings later, Dad came in."Are you comely ?"he calls out."Just the way you like me Daddy !"I answer. He puts one arm around my shoulder, and touching my breast, here, there and everywhere. As he feels for stumblebum, he asks,"Have you been doing your veritable breast exams, dear"?"No lumps or sore point, no discharge from the nipples ?"“ Nope"I say proudly,"I'm a gracious girl, Daddy."cake giggles.

He feels both my tit very carefully, including my mammilla, proclaims,"No problems here !"“ Let's lay back, Honey"he says, and I stretch out. He presses on my tummy, couple of places, and then listens to my heart. He always presses that stethoscope thingy on my skin so gently ! He looks over at Pat,"She feels sorta dumpy Pat, what should we do with her ?"“ I think she needs a Feast of the Circumcision Doctor !"Pat replies with a straight face. Not to be out-done, I quip"How ?"“ As you can easily see, you already cut off my dick off, prospicient fourth dimension ago !"That gets a laugh all around.

"patty, why don't you help Kara into the stirrups."Since I had a pelvic exam once before, I know all about that. It wasn't 60 instant, before my stage were high in the air, and wide apart."I'd lots rather be out there playing soccer,"I mussitate. Daddy looks up from the chart."Just remember, Hon, it could be lot worse."“ How ? I say in my trivial voice, sorta afraid of a surprisal."Well, we could consume a class of young houseman, in here to observe your exam."“ Hey, I think I'd like that !"“ Would they each have to wear upon a rubber…….glove ?"I ask. Pat shakes her head."You're terrible, Kara."

END OF portion ONE

Next, Kara gets a practical education in sex .