“Does that feel good, Brian?” The boy nodded sheepishly, embarrassed by the question but too excited to object in any way. Her father let go of her hands, nodding. “Try to find it all, sweetie, from where it starts to the end. Kneel down and get closer,” he said, guiding her between the boy’s legs. Leslie reluctantly dropped to her knees while keeping her hands on his thighs for balance, then slowly reached back up to feel through his shorts. Brian slid deeper into the sofa, sliding closer towards her. “I think Brian’s enjoying what you’re doing, how does it feel?”
Leslie didn’t answer but just kept staring at her cousin’s shorts, hoping that her father would lose interest soon.
“Sweetie, does it feel harder?” Leslie shrugged then nodded. “Tell me what you can feel.”
“Daddy, I want to stop this, please! This is so messed up.”
“Sweetie, this is the best way to learn. Mum and I want this for you. Brian is enjoying what you’re doing to him as well so it would be rude to stop, wouldn’t it? This is far better than having a bunch of drunk men groping you at some party, right? Nobody said it was easy to become a woman, you have to learn stuff, right? So here it’s safe to learn. Am I right sweetie?”
Leslie nodded sullenly and looked up and Brian to check that he was indeed still enjoying the attention then shrugged again. “Whatever.”
“Good girl. So what are you rubbing?”
Leslie shot a glance to her father and was about to protest when he raised his eyebrows as a warning. She slumped and whispered: “His cock.”
“And it looks like you’re doing a very good job too” added her father, smiling and nodding back at Brian. “Right?”
“Yeah, feels good,” said Brian, less embarrassed than before. Leslie smiled thinly and began rubbing the boy’s shorts again, continuing her exploration and checking occasionally on her cousin to reaffirm that she was doing it correctly. Eventually her father nodded and leaned forward on the sofa.
“Undo his belt so you can get his shorts off.”
“Daddy, please, I can’t do this shit!” she complained.
“Les, I hear that Shenade in your year has had two boyfriends since Christmas, and Julie is going out with Bobby from up the road.” She looked at him, astonished that he could use their crude activities to encourage her.
“They’re such sluts. They make it up anyway, they don’t do anything with them.”
“Undo his shorts so you can take a look. You don’t want to be the only one in your year who knows nothing, do you,” he said sternly, staring at her, waiting for her to defy him.
Her fingers slid up from the boy’s groin and flipped the belt through two loops before tugging at it. Brian breathed in and she freed the belt, flapping it back and out of the buckle. Her hands shook a little as she slid the zip down slowly while Brian raised himself to help and nodded at her father. He got a smile and nod back as though they had silently exchanged a question and answer about the girl. As Leslie tugged his shorts down the tip of his cock appeared above the waistband of his underwear and she gasped while her father laughed at the look on her face. The boy’s shorts landed on the floor and were scooped up by his uncle.
“Leave his underpants there so you know what you’re going to see later. Stand up!” Leslie did as she was told and moved so that her knees were against the sofa. “Brian, feel her leg, just your fingers, gently from her foot upwards.” He felt along her shin, the smooth, hairless skin pure and soft. She reached out and touched his shoulder to steady herself as the boy’s hands rose up past her knee. “Feel the back of her leg, the muscle, the shape. Go higher.” Leslie was breathing more loudly now, her fingers gripping the boy’s shoulders as his hand approached her knickers. “Good, down again slowly, then back up, then down and up, gently.” The man watched in fasciation as his daughter’s chest heaved with her breathing and Brian’s fingers felt along the side and back of her leg. “Now the other leg, start at her foot then all the way to the top, very slowly.”
Leslie’s breathing faltered as she glanced quickly between them, a hint of misery mixing in with the shallow breaths. She opened her mouth to protest but froze as Brian’s fingers passed her knee then leaned backward very slightly when his hands disappeared under her skirt. She breathed out suddenly as Brian’s hands came to a stop.
“Oh god!” she hissed as her hips shook. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she briefly closed her eyes in utter shame.
“Good boy Brian, she loves it!”
“No I don’t Daddy, this is goddamn sick!” she pleaded as she felt the gentle touch of the boy’s hand on the material covering her pussy. She glared at her father but made no move to leave the room, let alone pull her cousin’s warm hand away. Her father ignored her.
“Move you hand back and forth, make her feel great, right sweetie?” Leslie shook her head in disbelief, closing her eyes again as her attention focused solely on the fingers moving over her pussy. “You’re making her wet, Brian, just like she made you hard. You are both so ready for sex!” Her father took hold of Brian’s hand and signaled it was time for something different. “Kneel down again sweetie.” She stayed still and with obvious annoyance her father firmly guided her to a kneeling position in front of the sofa. Guiding Leslie and Brian closer together, he smiled and nodded at them. “Now you can kiss for the first time.”
“Daddy! That’s...” but Leslie trailed off, lost for the words which would describe her repulsion at the suggestion. She looked up slowly at Brian, her objection dissolving steadily though as she contemplated his lips and the fact that she was finally going to kiss a boy.
“Shh, better to learn now with someone you love, right?” The cousins nodded slowly, looking closely at each other. “Now, kiss each other gently.”
It was Leslie who moved first, slowly leaning in towards Brian, her eyes fluttering closed as her lips came into contact with his. She reached out and again held his arm and after a short, exploratory kiss they became locked in a gentle embrace, forgetting that they were being supervised by a relative. Brian leaned closer to the girl as he touched her face and another half inch of his cock slipped out of his underwear.
The old man leaned towards Brian and whispered to him “Feel underneath her t-shirt, all over.” It was clear that Leslie had heard her father’s command as she pushed out her chest to meet the boy’s warm hands. Brian’s hands roamed over her back and up and down her spine until the older man guided his hand around to the front. Brian didn’t need any further instructions to understand what was meant, and his hands slowly rose, unobstructed, under her t-shirt until they covered her tiny young mounds. As Leslie moaned quietly with surprise and shame Brian cupped them, alternating between a smooth, slow exploration and a harder squeeze just like he had seen in countless porn videos. The nails digging into his shoulder and the pause in her kissing told him that Leslie preferred a gentle approach.
“Take your t-shirt off sweetie.”
“No, please Daddy, not today. Please!” Brian however had become emboldened with his uncle’s demands and confidently pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. Leslie crossed her arms to cover herself, looking down in shame but only found herself staring at two inches of throbbing penis. She blinked twice as though stunned and looked open-mouthed in front of her.
“Arms by your side, let him see your little boobs” commanded her father, still apparently upset by her earlier disobedience. Her hands slowly dropped to tuck her skirt closer to her thighs, exposing her young breasts. Her father smiled and turned to Brian. “Isn’t she pretty?” he asked.
“Mmm,” said Brian, confused as to how he should answer. His eyes roamed over her chest as his smile grew.
“Has anyone touched your boobs before like that?” asked her father. She shook her head silently. “And have you ever seen a boy’s cock before now?” Again she shook her head, trying to tear her gaze away from between Brian’s thighs. “Brian, feel her pussy, is she wet?” Before she could fully process what her father had said
, Brian reached between her legs and again she felt the exquisite touch of the side of his hand. She gasped and gripped his arm, holding it in place rather than tugging it away. She swayed a little, moving the hand over her knickers, between her legs and over her upper thighs. She let out another gasp as her cousin’s fingers spread out from her pussy and touched the soft skin of her buttocks. Her head slumped against his shoulder as she absorbed the touch, the attention and the growing feeling of being caressed by someone else. She dearly wanted to thank Brian for the sweet caress but as she opened her eyes to look down at him she saw Brian nodding at her father, grinning at his conquest.
“Daddy!” she pleaded breathlessly.
“You’re wet and Brian is rock hard. It’s quite normal for you both to be turned on like this.” A tear formed and as she shook her head it slipped down her cheek. “Look at him, Sweetie, kiss him again, thank him for making you feel so good.”
Needing no further encouragement Brian leaned towards her and kissed her mouth longingly. Slowly, Leslie’s reluctance and shame subsided and she again took hold of his arms, keeping him locked to her lips. Her father simply watched and said no more, smiling in pleasure at his contribution to their education. She loved the feeling of her cousin’s breath on her, their lips sliding together, his hands on her arms. He held her tight, pulling her closer, moving with each kiss as the heat within her seemed to grow. She knew she was wet, not just from the boy’s hands between her legs, or his hands when they had smoothed the skin of her breasts. The warmth was building from the increasing knowledge that she was obtaining from her growing passion with him, the way he reacted, his sighs and of course the shape and feel of his cock.
After a couple of minutes though Leslie felt her father brush against her. He gripped her hands, removed them from Brian’s shoulders and guided her back down to his hips then into his groin. He moved her fingers so she felt along the length of the boy, down to the base of his cock while carefully avoiding the thick three inches now poking out of his underwear. She watched as her fingers meshed with his as they jointly stroked the boy’s cock through his underwear. It vaguely registered to her that something was very wrong but her mind was focused on the hardness of the real, live penis beneath the material.
“Slip his underwear off sweetie.” Leslie gasped, horrified by the idea and the fact that her fears and imagination over the past few months had merged into the present scenario. The leers he had given her, always seeming to be outside the bathroom door when she had just finished her shower. Then the punishment just after Christmas that had started as a shouting match but had turned into ten minutes of spanking over his knee. She recalled the evening, alone while her mother was at work. Spanking slowly with her jeans on, then through her knickers when her jeans had been roughly pushed to her knees, and finally naked to his touch as her clothing lay heaped in a pile. The obscene bulge that had pushed against her stomach and the furtive touches between her legs in between the slaps. She should have told her mother but doubted she would have believed her.
“Daddy, I can’t, please,” she sobbed, her hands slowly leaving the boy’s groin for her lap.
“Do it, Leslie. This is what we want from you and I don’t expect to have to punish you, not in front of our guest, now do I?”
While her eyes glazed over with the beginnings of tears she reached forward and gripped the waistband of his underwear. She pulled slowly, revealing the rest of the boy’s fat, rigid cock, the small patch of hair at the base of his cock, and what she assumed were his balls. The underwear landed on top of her t-shirt.
“Lean back Brian,” said her father as he placed the boy’s feet on the sofa cushion and parted his legs. “Now you can see everything, right?”
Leslie’s gaze was fixed on the rigid shaft which pointed straight up towards his face and moved a fraction of an inch with each beat of his heart. Her father took her hand and placed her fingers around the middle of his cock. She gasped at the feeling, the heat, the thick hardness of it. Her knuckles brushed against the few black, curly hairs at the base.
“See how hard it is? When it’s soft it’s much smaller but you’ve made it very hard. That’s it, feel up and down it, see how the skin moves, eh?”
She gripped it lightly between two fingers and explored carefully, checking with her cousin to make sure he was still smiling at her. She wiped away the tear with the back of her hand and allowed her father to guide her fingers down to the bottom of the shaft while gripping tightly. The bulbous head popped into view.
“Oh wow, sorry, did that hurt?”
Brian shook his head, opening his legs a little wider. “It feels good Les.”
She stroked the boy’s cock slowly, carefully watching his reaction as she played with the top of it with three fingers before gripping it in her fist and sliding up and down. She experimented with tight squeezes and light touches, amused at his expressions and how they changed with her touch. She determined that he liked his cock touched just about anywhere but only would usually lift his bottom off the sofa when she touched the top very lightly. After several minutes she realised that as long as she continued to give his some attention he was unlikely to move away from where he was and go and do something else.
Her father gripped her fingers again. “Feel his balls sweetie, down here.” Leslie slipped her hand around them, testing their weight. “Very gently now, be careful” advised her father, watching with a look of pride on his face as he saw Brian’s reaction. “Grip your legs Brian, pull them back.” As the boy leaned back against the sofa he pulled his knees towards his chest, opening himself to her gaze. His uncle guided her hand back to the boy’s balls, gripped his buttocks and spread the cheeks. “Look here, sweetie, here’s his butthole. Just like you, right?”
Leslie turned away, grimacing at the thought of looking at it. “No, Daddy, no more!” she shouted, letting go of Brian and crossing her arms. She looked back to the front door, hopeful of rescue but there was nobody there. She jumped when her father touched her shoulder, smiling.
“Just touch it, imagine someone doing it to you.” When she didn’t move, her father took her middle finger and pulled her closer to the boy. “I’m betting you like this as well, am I right sweetie?” he said, pulling her finger again as her nail grazed across the crinkled skin of his anus. Brian groaned with pleasure and pushed back into the sofa. Leslie shook her head with silent disgust but her gaze was fixed on the slight movement around the boy’s asshole. He let go of her hand. “Keep going, slowly, use your nail on him, watch his cock throb with every touch.” Leslie overcame her repulsion as it was obvious that Brian was getting more and more agitated. She controlled him totally, making him move when she wanted to, keeping him gasping and squirming for a bolder touch when she bypassed his crinkled hole.
“Oh god Les!” he said, shaking with the effect of her fingers.
Her father took her hand again, selecting her middle finger. “Now push your finger inside,” he said as though it was an everyday occurrence. Leslie knew it had been coming and pushed gently inside without having to be asked again. Brian’s head shot back against the sofa and he pulled his legs tighter to his body. His mouth opened but no words came out. Her finger remained inside for maybe ten seconds before she very slowly withdrew it, grazing and teasing the little rim on the way. Her father smiled at them both, nodding with the knowledge that Leslie had probably experimented on herself before.
“OK, let’s take it easy for a while, right? Lie down on the sofa sweetie, get comfortable,” said her father, guiding Brian out of the way. She got up, reluctantly laid her head on the arm rest and covered her breasts, belatedly realising that her father would have had a perfect view of her chest while she was teasing Brian’s ass. She slid her hands down to her knickers. The long, slim dark patch along the front of her tight white boy-shorts was clearly visible even though her legs were together. Brian knelt beside the sofa, taking in the exquisite sight of the semi-nude girl who had been offered to him and smiled
at her. “Kiss her all over Brian, start with her lips.” Leslie reached up and controlled the approach of the boy, her eyes questioning him whether he really wanted to continue. He leaned forward against her hands, smiled and slipped his arm under her neck, pulling her up to meet his kiss. She felt the boy’s hand over her breasts again, the shame and dismay returning as her lip quivered with the arrival of more tears. She simply hoped that her father would end the lesson with some heavy kissing. She thought of her cousin’s cock and the way her father had handled it, his authority over them both, his firm instructions and their inability or unwillingness to refuse his demands. She needed to be good to Brian in case she needed him as an ally, but her father terrified her and she most certainly didn’t want to experience another of his punishments. She kissed the boy passionately, caressing his neck.
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