Chapter 3

Emily Treville was furiously manipulating a spreadsheet on her PC. It was late Monday afternoon, and she was trying to get a reasonable five year plan started for a spin-off company of Crawford Industries. Robert would then take it and work his magic on the numbers.

A young man was suddenly standing in front of her desk and it made her jump slightly.

"Oh, sorry to startle you like that," the handsome young man said.

Holding her hand delicately over her heart to calm herself, Emily smiled. "That's quite alright. I just didn't hear you walk up. Can I help you?"

"I'm Trent Dawson. If Mr. Crawford is around, I'd like to speak with him." He switched his attach case nervously from hand to hand.

She raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and asked, "What is it concerning?"

He shrugged. "A job, I hope."

She thought he was cute, but his slight build didn't really do much for her. He looked younger than he probably was. "But you don't have an appointment, do you?" Emily made all of Robert's appointments, but he occasionally arranged things without telling her.

Trent shook his head. "I was hoping Mr. Crawford might have a moment of free time this morning."

Emily stood up and went to Robert's office door. "Wait here, Mr. Dawson."

Trent ogled the receptionist's incredible body. The black beauty was wearing a short beige wrap-around skirt and a filmy cream blouse. He noticed her matching beige jacket was draped over the back of her chair.

Emily stood in front of Robert's desk. He was on the phone, listening intently. She put her hands on the desk and leaned in. That got his attention and he begged a pause to the party on the other end of the line. "What is it, Emily?"

"A Mr. Trent Dawson is here. He's looking for work. I normally wouldn't bother you, but this kid is... well, he's kind of cute and I thought I'd give him a shot."

Robert smiled. "Make him sweat for a while. I'll call him in after about an hour. We'll see how serious he is."

Emily nodded and left the room quietly.

"Okay, Trent," she announced. "Mr. Crawford will see you today, but he's on a conference call right now, so you'll have to wait. It may be quite a while." She guided him to a chair across from her desk. "Can I get you a coffee or anything?"

He had been nervously looking at the floor, but when his eyes rose, they only got as far as Emily's generous chest. He was fixated there for a moment. Then his eyes flashed back to the floor. "No thanks. I'm fine."

"I'm Emily Treville, by the way. I'll put my jacket on if it will make you feel more comfortable." By saying that, she was making Trent a little more nervous on purpose. After all, Robert wanted him to sweat.

"I... I don't know what you mean."

Emily giggled. "It's okay. I saw you staring." She went to retrieve her jacket from the back of her chair. "I'll take it as a compliment."

Trent just gulped. This was one strong woman. Nothing seemed to faze her.

Colette couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. It was not so much that she couldn't keep the specific images of Jasmine out of her mind, although that was certainly true. It was more that she now realized how overwhelming her own sexual urges were. She had always been a little horny, staring guys up and down, thinking about kinky things. But now she was acting on them. She had succumbed to the sexual advances of her younger brotherand now to the unexpected enticement of her best friend.

Her pussy remained moist, and the best she could do during the economics lecture was cross and uncross her denim clad legs. She kept looking down at the seam under her fly to check for a stain.

Finally her last class wrapped up and she almost sprinted for her car. One rather appealing young man, who looked eager to talk to her, would have to wait until the next economics lab, later that week.

She drove straight over to the high school. Wendy was waiting where she normally did, although most often Anne drove her two youngest daughters to school. Colette cursed the fact that it had been her mother's shopping day. She would have to wait that much longer to get home and diddle.

"Hi," Wendy said as she climbed in.

Colette started to pull away from the curb when she heard her name and saw Peter running toward the car.

She waited. He climbed into the backseat and panted out a hello. "Thanks for waiting."

She smiled at him in the rearview mirror as he caught his breath. "Are you out of shape?"

"Yeah," Wendy piped up, "how come you're breathing so hard?"

He exhaled, whistling softly. "No... I'm not out of shape."

"Well, I guess you can work out on Colette when you get home," Wendy said sullenly. Whenever she was alone with them, she used the opportunity to remind them that she knew their secret.

"Shut up Wendy!" Peter said, still puffing.

Colette just winked at Peter in the mirror.

Wendy made a gagging sound. "God, you guys make me sick."

Colette put a comforting hand on Wendy's thigh. "I don't know how you can resist him... he's such a hunk."

Peter reached over Wendy's seatback and clamped his hands firmly onto her tits, giving them a vigorous squeeze. She squealed and struggled to get away.

"Fuck off, Peter. You're such a psycho."

He laughed. "Just checking out what I'm missing."

Colette shook her head with a smile. "We'll convince you someday, Wendy."

Still wary of Peter's roaming hands, she muttered, "Yeah, when pigs fucking fly." She gave her brother a warning glare and settled back into her seat. But she still felt the heat of his hands on her breasts, and that heat spread unfettered to her loins. She willed the feeling to stop.

Emily ushered Trent Dawson into Robert's office after watching him sit nervously for almost two hours. It was after five. She had expected to work late anyway, but had further resolved to remain until Trent had safely secured his interview, no matter how long it took. He was so cute.

Robert grilled Trent for a full hour on the finer points of business and marketing. Although nervous, he passed with flying colours. When Robert called Emily back in, he was smiling.

"Get Trent set up with a Human Resources appointment in the morning. We'll give him a shot in the telemarketing division. Walter's looking for an assistant now that Colette's back in school."

Robert shook Trent's hand and returned to the paperwork on his desk. Emily led Trent out.

In the outer office, she smiled warmly. "Congratulations."

"Uh... thanks." Trent shuffled on his feet nervously.

Peter and Colette secluded themselves in his bedroom. She was stretched out sensuously on the bed, head propped up on one hand so her long blonde hair flowed down and pooled graciously on the bedspread.

Peter was slumped in his desk chair, idly switching channels on the TV. He somehow felt uncomfortable knowing that Colette probably wanted to have sex with him. He thought it was best to let her initiate it this time.

She did.

"Peter, have you fucked Sarah in the ass yet?"

He shook his head. "Nah, we haven't seen much of each other lately." His cock hardened as he thought about it.

"Well hurry up and do it. I want you to know what you're doing when I let you do it to me for the first time."

His eyebrows flew up and she giggled at his reaction.

"Come on, Peter, you know I want to let you do anything you want. I mean, look at that day in the washroom. I've never peed with a guy like that before. You wanted me to so I did it." Then she laughed. "What a mess. Next time we'll do it in the bathtub, or outside or something."

"Shit!" he exclaimed, a little at a loss for words.

"That too if you want," she quipped, grinning evilly.

Peter grinned back and said, "Imagine if Wendy knew about the way we talk!"

Colette laughed. "She'd have a heart attack!"

Suddenly Peter turned serious. "Do you fuck other guys?"

She looked at her brother and wondered what he was getting at. Could he actually be jealous? "Why, Peter?"

He shrugged. He wanted to imagine another guy dipping into his beautiful sister. Lately he'd been reflecting more and more on how Albert's cock had looked and tasted, and imagining it sliding into the moist folds of Colette's cunt. "I was wondering..."

Since he didn't elaborate further, Colette nodded cautiously. "Sure. I mean, you didn't think I'd only do it with my brother, did you? It's not like we could get married some day."

"No no no... I'm not jealous." He grinned. "I was thinking about other guys fucking you, that's all. You know... taking different cocks."

She squinted at him, gauging the sincerity of his response. Then she bolted up off the bed and wagged a finger at him. "Wait right there."

She returned in a moment, and handed him a videcassette. "Put this on," she said, settling back on the bed again.

Peter smiled, knowing now that his sister had been collecting her own little private video library too. He pushed the tape into the VCR and pushed Play.

After a few seconds, the screen was filled with Colette's smiling face. The shot opened up and revealed that she was sitting on the edge of a bed, wearing a filmy black babydoll set. Her nipples were wonderfully apparent under the gauzy fabric. Peter felt his dick pulse.

Anne had walked around in a bit of a daze all day, and she was surprised when the three oldest kids arrived home from school. She had accomplished none of the shopping she had intended to do. Every moment had been filled with bizarre fantasies involving either her brother, her father, or her son. After all, the three men had recently seemed attracted to her in a new way. But she reasoned that it was likely just her own imagination.

All her father had done was expose himself to her. Peter had spoken rather openly about sex, but not to the point of being outrageous. It was Daniel who had actually fondled her and complimented her on her looks. Nevertheless, there was an undercurrent of sexuality in her family that had not been there just a few weeks ago.

Then there was Robert's continuing dalliances with various women, most recently her sister. That was merely more fantasy material for Anne, not a cause for jealously.

The telephone shook all of the lusty thoughts out of her mind. She answered on the second ring.

"Hi mom." It was Diana.

"Hi sweetheart. What's up?"

Diana sighed audibly. "You didn't remember my cheerleader tryout did you?"

She had forgotten, but Anne defended herself: "They start that stuff on the very first day after summer?"

"Football starts right away too. Anyway, can you pick me up?"

"Okay. Uh, can you wait a while for me to get ready? Then I'll take you out to dinner." Anne felt bad about forgetting Diana's tryout. She was trying to make it up to her.

"Really?" Diana sounded excited.

Smiling, Anne confirmed her idea. "Yeah, we'll do some shopping and catch a movie too if you want. We'll be home by midnight so you can get some sleep before school tomorrow."

"Sounds great, Mom." Then her voice indicated disappointment again, "But I just have my jeans and a sweater. What are you wearing?"

Anne pondered. "I was going to wear my miniskirt and a blouse. But we can buy you an outfit before we get too far."

"Okay," Diana sounded appeased, "see you soon."

Anne pulled into the parking lot and Diana hopped in the car.

Each was struck by the other's appearance.

Anne couldn't believe how mature her 13 year-old daughter looked even in jeans. She was developing quite a womanly figure.

And Diana couldn't believe how young her mother looked. When she had mentioned the miniskirt on the phone, Diana had rolled her eyes, thinking her mother was trying too hard to stay young. But she had pulled it off. Diana started to believe that her mother could pass as her older sister, but then realized the small lines in her face might betray the truth. Still, Mom's flawless legs and firm breasts made her outfit pleasing to any eye.

"Why don't you wear another button undone, Mom?" Diana indicated the front of Anne's blouse as they drove away.

Anne looked at her daughter out of the corner of her eye. "Do you think so?"

"Yep." She reached over and unbuttoned it for her. "There that's better."

Anne looked down and saw more of her own milky cleavage. It looked great. "Thanks, sweetheart." Anne smiled over at Diana and perused the rise in her sweater. "You know, you're getting quite a figure on you yourself."

Diana suppressed a giggle. Her parents approached things so differently. Just a few weeks ago, her father had called her a bitch then given her a speech about being called a cunt. Now her mother referred to her blossoming tits as her 'figure'. "Geez, Mom, how can you stand the way Dad talks? He'd just say something about how my tits were getting bigger."

Anne laughed. "Well, he is kind of crude sometimes. I wasn't just talking about your tits anyway. I saw your hips and your ass in those jeans. In that pair, even your crotch is more like a woman's and less like a little girl's." Then Anne wondered just how liberal Robert was with the kids. She remembered him winking at her when he spread Diana's buttocks apart in the RV. "Does Daddy ever... touch you?"

Diana shrugged. "Not really. He brushes against me sometimes. And I've seen him staring. But I wish... I mean, no he doesn't."

Anne realized Diana was almost disappointed that Robert didn't try caressing her. "Were you going to say you wish he did?"

Diana smiled at her mother; her eyebrow rose wickedly. "Well, it wouldn't be so bad. I know he touches Colette sometimes."

This came as a shock to Anne. She had known that Colette and Robert shared something special, but she had assumed it was related to her interest in the business. "How do you mean?"

Shrugging, she hesitated. "Well... I don't see him do anything major, but I saw him pat her butt once. And he puts his hand on her leg a lot. But he never does that to me or Wendy."

"And you wish he would?"

Diana studied her mother before answering. She decided that there was no malice in the question. "Yes. Just a little. I know he loves me, but he could show it a little more... a lot more."

Anne chose that moment to hint about Robert's perversion towards little girls. "Your father loves young girls. If you asked him to, he'd touch you all the time. Would you want him to... I don't know... fondle you?"

Her mother's discomfort was amusing. Diana nodded. "Like squeezing my tits or putting his hand between my legs?"

"Yeah." Anne was shaking a little with the lusty nature of the conversation. She concentrated on driving as best she could.

"Sure, if he wants. Would you mind, Mom?"

Anne shook her head. "Not at all. I know how your father gets after he gets worked up by a little girl."

"You mean he gets horny?"

"Yes... and he, well... he fucks me better." Anne glanced at Diana to see if she had shocked her. Nothing was registered on her daughter's face except amusement.

In fact it was Anne who was shocked when Diana said, "Yeah, but what if I let him fuck me instead?"

After the initial shock wore off, Anne noticed an impish look on her daughter's face and believed Diana was merely joking. She shook a playful finger at her daughter. "You'd better not!"

They laughed together. "Okay, Mom. I won't."

But they both knew that the seed of an idea had been planted and each was concerned about the implications for the future.

"My asshole hurts," the young boy complained to Benjamin Peel as the older man zipped up his fly.

Benjamin winked at the kid, who lay uncomfortably on his side on Benjamin's office couch. He was naked from the waist down, stroking a semi-stiff prick for Benjamin's enjoyment. "Sorry about that, Quint. I guess I jammed it in a bit quicker than I meant to."

Quint grimaced a little and sat up. He felt the freshly deposited semen start to leak out of his anal opening. "It's okay, Mr. Peel. I shouldn't have asked you to do it. Blowjobs are a lot easier."

They had met the day before in the lobby of Bejamin's office. Coincidentally they'd met again a few minutes later in the men's washroom and Benjamin had noticed Quint looking over the side of the urinal at his piss-spurting cock. Benjamin had returned the look with a smile. Then he'd invited Quint out for beers.

Through the course of the night, Benjamin had learned that Quinton was only fourteen years old. Allison had served him the beers without a second glance, of course, but Benjamin was quite sure that any waitress would have. The lad exuded maturity.

When Quint stood up to retrieve his jeans, Benjamin noted the stain on his leather couch and realized the boy was now exuding something else entirely.

"You'll leak for a while... out your ass I mean," Benjamin explained. "But the pain will go away soon enough."

Quint smiled, wriggling his hips around in the loose denim pants. "It is already. I'd better get back to my aunt's house. Thanks for the beers and... the other stuff. Are you going to call me about that job for my brother?"

"Show me his resume and I'll seriously consider it," Benjamin said. "What was his name? Trent?"

"Yep... Trent Dawson. He's a super keener. You won't be disappointed."

Benjamin looked up and down Quinton's young body. "Is he gay too?"

Quint smiled and shrugged. "I don't think so. But give him a chance... he's a pretty open-minded guy."

Anne wandered the aisles of Cleo's, an upscale fashion emporium in the heart of downtown. Diana was a few steps ahead, tugging dresses and blouses off the rack and replacing them in disapproval.

They had been at it for twenty minutes when Anne finally asked: "What exactly are you looking for?"

Her daughter shrugged. "Something like you're wearing."

Anne glimpsed herself in the mirror.

Colette's movie debut had featured a young man crawling on top of her and determinedly pumping away. The camera was pinned uncreatively on a tripod across the room, and left most of the action to Peter's fertile imagination. Still, Peter was impressed because of the intimate nature of the tape and the fact that his sister had chosen to share it with him.

The tape ended rather unexpectedly, the images replaced by electronic snow.

"He didn't even cum on you," Peter remarked. He had seen enough porno movies that he was quite surprised by the lack of ejaculate.

She giggled. "He came inside me. Couldn't you tell?"

"Not really. It was pretty bad lighting and the camera angle was... well it looked like a security surveillance camera."

"Boy, you sound like an expert. I suppose you would do it better." She crossed her arms over her beautiful breasts and waited for an answer.

"Easy." Hands on hips signalled his bravado.

"Come here you!" she tugged at him happily. He fell on top of her on the bed. With her nose touching Peter's, Colette asked, "If you're such a little moviemaker, why didn't you let me do a hot scene with Albert and Diana that day?"

"We can't do that... Diana's not old enough. And Albert... well we had just, I mean me and him had... you know." Peter started blushing.

His sister patted his butt with both hands. "Swapped cum?" she giggled. "Besides, Diana's plenty old enough. Have you seen the sultry bod she's getting lately?"

"She's still only thirteen. She doesn't know what to do with it yet."

Colette shrugged. She wondered why she was trying to convince Peter about Diana's sexual ability. Then she realized she was still looking for a co-conspirator. She needed to be able to talk to someone other than Peter about her incestuous liaison.

Although Peter managed to work his hand under her shirt and squeeze her tits playfully, Wendy called them for dinner before they had a chance to do anything else. But they both enjoyed the time spent simply talking to each other.

Anne lay in bed that night waiting for her husband to finish his last business call of the day. She was absently strumming her fingers across her clit, the crotch of her silk teddy stretched to one side to provide access. Every once in a while, she'd run her other hand over her silk-encased tits as well. Her hardened nipples made little tents in the teddy's fabric.

When she heard Robert coming up the stairs, she forced herself to stop and pulled the sheet up over herself.

"Goddamn Tigress Industries," he muttered, "ever since that party they think they can push us around. I have to ask Colette if she made some sort of promise to them that I don't know about."

"Relax sweetheart," Anne cooed. "Don't let them get to you. I'm sure, from everything you told me, Colette handled herself in a very professional way."

Robert smiled and sat on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. "Yeah, you're right. Apart from the fact that she was the best looking bitch in the room, she really did well."

Anne smirked at his crude reference to their daughter. "You certainly appreciate our beautiful daughters don't you?"

He frowned confusedly at his wife. "I love them... what do you mean?"

"I mean you see that they're women as well as your kids... even little Diana is becoming quite a temptress."

"You're right about that. I got quite an eyeful at her gymnastics class."

"Lori Ames is such a stupid cunt. I can't believe she let you peep on the little girls." She shook her head.

Robert laughed. "What's wrong with that? I got off on it."

Anne scrunched up her mouth. "I know you little pervert." She tugged at the sides of his face as if she were talking to a puppydog.

Robert made a hoarking noise deep in his throat and raised one eyebrow in a warning. Anne sensuously opened her mouth, tongue out, her eyes daring him to go ahead and spit. He laughed and swallowed his saliva.

"Why didn't you spit at me?" Anne asked quietly.

"You don't deserve it," he said.

She smirked at him and "Well you don't deserve to fuck me tonight either..." She rolled over and mashed her head into her pillow, back to him.

He laughed and got undressed. "No big deal, baby. I'm sure there will be hungrier pussy waiting at the office tomorrow."

"You're a cruel, cruel man. But I love you." Anne fell asleep thinking about her husband fucking several different beautiful women. Her fingers were stroking her clit as she drifted off.

Colette cursed when she slammed off the alarm beside her bed and realized it said 9:30. She had meant to set it for 8:30. Now she would have to go without a shower and breakfast to make her 10 o'clock class.

Almost as soon as she hauled her naked form out of bed, Diana came barging in, shouting, "What's going on, Col? You were supposed to drive me to the doctor."

Diana's eyes quickly flashed over her older sister's incredible body, and she felt a pang of envy.

Colette swore again and did her best to smile at Diana. "I'll just throw on some clothes... looks like I'll miss my first class."

"My appointment's for quarter to ten," Diana explained.

Dr. Cochrane's office was ten minutes away in good traffic, so they still had a chance. Colette snapped on a bra and stepped into some panties. Then she threw on a sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. She ran a brush through her hair and tugged on her jogging shoes.

Diana shook her head in disbelief. Colette looked marvellousas if she had spent time getting ready. Her oldest sister awed her.

As they drove towards Dr. Cochrane's, Colette asked, "Are you going for a female thing?"

Diana nodded. "Yeah, I'm getting checked out since I just started getting my period."

Colette smiled. "Well just lie back and relax. Dr. Cochrane's a really nice guy." Colette recalled her last visit when the middle-aged doctor had been trying unsuccessfully to hide his substantial hard-on under his labcoat.

"Do you think he likes examining girls?" Diana asked, as if she had felt Colette's lustful energy.

Colette parked in front of the doctor's office. "I know he does. Just do what he says. He's a bit of an old pervert, but he's harmless."

Diana laughed and kissed Colette goodbye. "Thanks for the ride, Col. See ya."

Inside, Diana waited in the outer room with an elderly woman and a young man. They were obviously not together, but the young man kept smiling at the old lady. She looked nervous.

When Diana was called in by the nurse, the young man's eyes followed her lithe form all the way down the hall. She realized her tight jeans and t-shirt must have been quite a sight. Although she was wearing a bra, she looked down to notice the sexy bounce in her nubile breasts. It made her a little less envious of Colette's perfect body.

The nurse, a woman in her late twenties, asked Diana a few questions and left her alone in an examining room. There were two chairs, a desk, and the forbidding examining table. Diana grinned to herself when she saw the stirrups, which were folded discreetly out of the way.

Dr. Samuel Cochrane came in and sat in the chair at the desk. He hadn't looked at her yet, and seemed to be a very gruff old man. Diana didn't even remember the last time she had seen him.

"Okay Miss... uh..." he looked at her file "Crawford?" His eyes peered in surprise over his half-frame glasses. "Are you Colette's little sister?"

"Yes sir." She posed cheerfully on the edge of her chair. In that position, in her tight cotton t-shirt, her tits thrust provocatively toward the doctor.

Looking back at the file, Sam muttered, "So I see." Then he cleared his throat and asked, "So what can I do for you today?"

"Well, Doc, I need to get my... well I started having my period, so my mom said I should come and... you know... get checked out."

He huffed. "We'll take a quick look at your vagina... yes, we can certainly do that."

"Should I take off my clothes?"

Sam looked at her with a squint. "I normally call in the nurse at this point..." He reached for the phone and punched one button. "Tracey, could you come in please?"

In an instant the nurse came in and stood beside the examining table. She looked bored, as if she'd done this hundreds of times.

"Little Diana here," the doctor explained to Nurse Tracey, "has started menstruating. She's here for a general gynecological checkup."

Tracey was smiling now. "Oh, well congratulations, Diana. Getting your first period is a big step towards womanhood."

Doctor Cochrane looked over his glasses at Diana and asked: "Are you sexually active yet, Diana?"

She looked embarrassed and a little confused.

Tracey interjected. "He means going all the way... not just blowjobs and stuff."

Visibly relieved, Diana smiled and shook her head. "Oh no... I'm not active like that."

The doctor shifted on his seat, leaning towards Diana. "But you do other things with boys?"

Tracey rolled her eyes. The doctor was such an old- fashioned man. She knew he was only curious about Diana's sexual antics, and had no real medical concerns about them. She translated once again: "Do you suck guys off?"

Diana looked from the doctor to the nurse and then dejectedly down at the floor. She nodded slightly. Now it wasn't just a secret between her and Peter. If the family doctor knew, she was sure her mother would soon know.

Sam cleared his throat again; he shifted in his seat and tried to ignore the stirring of lust in his trousers.

Tracey scowled at the doctor for an instant. She had seen him get horny before during examinations, but never with a girl this young. Yet Tracey herself noticed the sexy firmness of Diana's body. She really couldn't blame the poor old guy. She also realized that Diana was oblivious to the doctor's discomfort and lusty gaze.

"Do you want to take off your clothes now please?" Tracey asked softly.

Diana smiled nervously and stood up in front of them.

"You can go behind the screen if you want," Doctor Cochrane suggested.

Tracey was a little disappointed that the doctor had not made Diana treat them to a bit of a striptease, but she realized that Sam was valiantly trying to squelch his lust.

Moments later the blushing girl reappeared from behind the screen. She held her hands coyly over her pubic area, leaving her incredibly nubile breasts open to inspection.

"You have a lovely body," Tracey said quietly, but knowing Doctor Cochrane could hear.

"Yes... lovely," the doctor muttered, surprising Tracey, who knew that Sam tried hard to remain composed and dispassionate during these examinations. "Can you get up on the table, Miss Crawford?" The doctor motioned to the examining table and then took a pair of rubber gloves out of a large box beside the room's sink.

Sam's erection had intensified as soon as Diana had walked out from behind the screen, but it literally throbbed now as the prospect of touching the young girl drew nearer. He tried to think of malpractice insurance premiums to lose his erection. Nothing worked.