Chapter 354: Donna's Sexual Advisors are Unmasked

Sunday, June 3, 2007 (Continued)

Donna approached me to say, "It's boring being stuck at home. How about you tell me what the 'thing' is all about?" She made a Guardian Angel-sized shape with her hands and 'floated' them, so at least she'd asked discreetly.

#18: <No luck with her forgetting about it then. Shall we tell her then run, or just run?>

I decided on a different approach: I took her to bed, getting Carol to come with us as reinforcements. We activated the Faraday cage, stripped off and got into bed, Donna very enthusiastic about this new method of getting explanations.

I took Donna's hands off my cock, pulled her into a cuddle, with Carol on the other side of me so we could both look Donna in the eyes when we talked to her. She looked disappointed that the explanation didn't start with rampant, full-on, fuck-like-bunnies sex. She hadn't tried that type of explanation before, but she had no trouble imagining that it'd be the best sort.

I proceeded cautiously, saying, "This conversation is about your sex-life, Donna. It's partly about how much sex you've had in the past, but it's mostly about how much you'll be having for the next few years. You've still got three and a quarter years until you're eighteen, so your behaving calmly and maturely is important for a lot longer yet." My explanation wasn't proving to be nearly as much fun as Donna had thought it might be.

^-- "I know there are a few girls your age who're having sex," [some of the stories I'd heard had been real eye-openers. Where had all the horny 14-year old girls been when I'd been that age?], "but most of them aren't, and even the ones that are aren't getting anything like the good quality of loving that you're getting. They're getting some fumbling, ignorant, rushed sex, panicking that their parents might catch them. You get to sleep with me all night and you don't have to panic about Mom and Dad finding out. You can even ask Mom for advice on what position to try next if you want," I put on a humorous voice to add, "although you CERTAINLY don't seem to need advice!"

Donna giggled, then added, "But I only get it once a month."

"Remember the evening we pretended Archangel Michael came to tell us about his choosing Mark as the resurrectee. The next night you and I had an extra session that wasn't one of your monthly ones. You've been mature and responsible about sex, so we're starting to relax the reins a little, just like you do when you're riding a horse you trust."

"I like riding you more!"

#3: <It's so sad: our little sister is outgrowing her interest in horses.>

"I enjoy your riding me too. Let me ask you a question that seems strange, why don't you have any close girlfriends who're two years younger than you?"

"Why would I want friends like that?"

"Answer my question first. WHY don't you have any girlfriends two years younger?"

"They're too silly and stupid. Some of them like horses, but for everything else they're too annoying."

"You wouldn't take them on a shopping trip with you, or talk with them about their boyfriends..."

"Haha. No. They haven't got a CLUE! They've got no idea what's in fashion, and they get silly if a boy even looks at them." Donna was overstating the case, but people have been known to do that when they think they're better.

"Two years ago you were much like those girls. You weren't giggly about boys, because you weren't even interested in them yet, but you didn't know a fraction of what you know about fashion now. You buy very good clothes for yourself these days, whereas two years ago the only things you wanted to buy were very expensive running shoes. You've changed a great deal and you're maturing into a lovely, young woman.

^-- "Two years ago Julia wouldn't have let you choose her clothes for her, but these days Julia listens to your comments." Mostly out of politeness, but never mind that. "Two years ago Mom would've killed us if we had sex, but these days Mom's cool with our having it occasionally. Now she even thinks it's a good way of helping you learn about life.

^-- "As we knew you would, you've matured WONDERFULLY over the last two years. You can be very proud of yourself for how much you've achieved. You used to run around covered in dirt like tomboy. Now when you walk down the street, all the guys eyes zoom around to look at you. Well, mostly at your tits, but there's no doubt that the guys are very impressed by you..."

"Yeah, they LOVE my tits. Everywhere I go even men stare at my tits. I've got REALLY good tits!"

"You certainly do! And you like showing them off too, which I think is great, although it drives Mom up the wall sometimes."

"Haha. Yeah. She says I should be more modest and not encourage men to stare at me, but I like doing it when I'm with the rest of you."

I put on a sonorous voice, "On behalf of mankind, we thank you, haha.

^-- "The point I'm making, is that you've developed amazingly wonderfully not just in your body, but in your intellectual and emotional maturity too. As I said before, you can be proud of the long way you've come in the last two years. The fact that you came such a long way should tell you that two years ago you weren't very mature. You don't want 12-year old girlfriends now, you laugh at how little girls that age know about important topics like fashion and sex. That's what you were like two years ago. Do you understand that?"

"I guess so, but what's that got to do with the aliens?"

"I'm getting there." I was scared to get there though, hence all my pussy-footing. "Two years ago we were all scared for you. Mom, Dad, Carol and I were scared of how you'd behave if you were told you couldn't have sex. I don't know whether you've ever noticed this about yourself, but when you don't get what you want, you have a very short temper." My phrasing was one that Donna would recognize as one of my standard ways of making a humorous joke about how someone behaves, which I hope would take the sting out of my comment. "Much less now, but two years ago you were very quick to fly off the handle. I know you remember that?"

Donna's getting her temper under better control gets talked about from time to time, so she was well aware of the issue. The conversation didn't sound like it was going in a good direction for her, so she just nodded.

I continued, "When you wanted sex with me two years ago, what could I have done? I could've tried to have sex with you. I wouldn't have enjoyed it because you were too young, just like I'm sure you don't want to have sex with a 12-year old boy now. Mom and Dad would've screamed bloody murder when they found out, and most importantly, it wouldn't have been good for you. You were too young to understand sex then, and it would've given you all sorts of wrong ideas.

^-- "Or I could've refused to have sex with you. You would've lost your temper big time, and almost certainly would have found some boy or boys at school to fuck you. You would've gotten a bad reputation, and possibly caused our family a great deal of trouble if the authorities heard about it. Even if I'd just said we'd wait for a year first, you still would've hit the roof." I was playing a bit loose with the times. It hadn't been as long ago as two years ago that Donna had first asked, nor had she been twelve when she'd asked, but "twelve" sounds much younger to a fourteen-year old than "thirteen" does. Another error was that she'd ended up waiting for more than a year, but Donna wasn't the sort of person who'd spot my 'rounding errors'.

^-- "I couldn't say 'Yes' to you, I couldn't say 'No', and I couldn't even say 'Not yet'. Every one of those choices would've worked out badly. So what should I have done?"

"I dunno. Oh yes I do: You got the aliens to do it."

"None of us needed the aliens to tell us you weren't ready for sex, Donna; we already knew that. You were like a girl who'd never ridden a horse insisting she wanted to jump on and gallop around a cross-country course."

Carol added, "On the biggest, fastest, most virile stallion."

Donna giggled and agreed.

I said, "Thank you for calling me a horse. We had a problem, Donna. If we let you climb on the big, fast, virile, HANDSOME stallion, then you would've hurt yourself in some way. If we refused to let you climb onboard, then you would've found some other stallions to ride, and they would've hurt you even worse. We knew you'd be ready to start riding in a year or so, but if we told you to wait that long, you would've jumped on some other stallions. So we found a way of getting you to agree to waiting a little while, and now you've become a wonderfully mature young woman. You're still maturing of course, both your wonderful body and your wonderful personality. But because you started slowly and carefully, you're learning the right lessons at the right times, which is excellent. I think there's a good chance Mom and Dad are impressed enough by you to allow us to have two sessions a month from now on."

"REALLY! Starting RIGHT now, seeing as we're in bed already?"

"I wasn't going to count this session toward your monthly allowance at all, but if you want to count..."

"NO! Not counting it is fine with me. But you didn't explain what the aliens are?"

I'd started making my cock go hard, so it bumped distractingly against Donna's hip. "Didn't I? I thought I did. Because you weren't ready for sex yet, and it'd be bad for you to leap on any stallion too soon, we had to find a way of delaying you." I rubbed my cock up and down her hip a couple of times, while I said, "Mmm. It seems my body is eager for another wonderful sex session with you. I'll just say that the aliens were half a trick." I hoped it'd be harder for her to get mad at "half a trick", especially if she didn't understand which half.

I'd said that while sliding down the bed, where I separated her legs and put my mouth to much better use, my hands joining in because they're very helpful at such times. Plus I needed to get Donna turned on as quickly as possible. Donna only gets sex with me once a month, so she's never hard to get turned on, especially not after we've been naked and cuddling for a while. She's more like a short-fused firecracker.

Donna was already starting to respond, but she still managed to ask, "What do you mean?"

I diddled her another few seconds, making sure to spread a lot of moisture around her hole, much of it from my mouth because I wanted to make sure I could ramp this up quickly. I raised my head and the rest of my body, using NP to line my cock up and rub it around Donna's pussy. I answered, "You want to talk at a time like this! I must be losing my touch. Here's a light blob. You check it out for yourself. I'm busy."

I created a three-inch radius, green light blob an inch above the bed, between Carol's and Donna's shoulders, while I slid my cock into Donna. I started slowly fucking her while I said, "Check it out, and maybe Carol can show you." (In case it occurs to you to wonder, Mom put Donna on the pill immediately after she started having sex with me.)

Donna was hugely distracted - well, maybe not "hugely", but certainly "enjoyably" - but over the next several minutes Carol managed to convey to Donna that the aliens were really just harmless, unintelligent, colored balls of light, totally under my control.

When she got it, Donna said, "You, {grunt}, tricked me?"

"I HELPED you. Mom and Dad weren't going to let you have sex no matter what you said, so the only difference the aliens made was in keeping you peaceful and not upset."

"But you LIED to me! A BIG lie."

"I'm very sorry about that, but I love you too much to allow you to hurt yourself by chasing after other stallions when you'd never ridden a boy before. We've got a great life now, Donna, everything is working out wonderfully for you. You've got lots of horses to play with, lots of money to buy new clothes and other things you want, you're living in the best house in Corvallis, and one of the best parts is how friendly you and I are. We've got a great relationship and it's getting better all the time. Please don't get upset that I did what did to protect you."

"But you LIED to me! We're not supposed to lie to each other."

"Donna, sweetheart, I didn't lie to you because I wanted to. I lied because two years ago you couldn't control your temper nearly as well as you can now..."

#4: <We hope.>

" ... If we'd been able to honestly tell you to wait a year, that's what we would've said, but you know how immature your temper was two years ago. I HAD TO lie to you, to protect you from doing something bad to yourself. You do know that you used to have a bad temper way back then, don't you?"

"I s'pose so."

"And things are going very well for us now, aren't they? Especially right this second, if you'd let me concentrate."

"You still shouldn't have lied to me. I thought aliens really did exist and they'd come all the way to visit me."

"I'm very sorry about that, sweetie. Would it make you feel better if I gave you two orgasms before I gave Carol a turn?"

"No. I'm not going to feel better unless I can sleep with you all night tonight. NOT counting toward my two turns."

"You drive a hard bargain. Having two turns a month still needs Mom and Dad's approval. I'll tell them you've been very good over the alien thing, and very good about everything sexual too, but I can't guarantee they'll agree. I'll try my best to talk them into it though, seeing as you've been so understanding."

#19: <And seeing you didn't rip our head off for tricking you.>

"Ask them for THREE turns," suggested Donna.

"That won't do any good, sweetie. When we get too greedy, Mom just says 'No' and we get nothing. Better to stick with asking for two."

"How about some extra ones that don't count, for when I'm 'specially horny?"

"Which would be about once a day, right? In all seriousness, Donna, Mom would prefer you to have no sex until you're seventeen or so. She's not so mean as to wait until you're eighteen, but she thinks sixteen is on the young side. You're not even fifteen yet..."

"Nearly. It's only a couple of months away."

"Yeah, it's not far away. And fifteen seems much older than fourteen. High school next year too. So you're nearly fifteen, and if we're careful and don't annoy Mom, we'll be able to relax the restrictions more and more. Can we stop talking now, so we can do something a LOT more fun?"

"Okay, but I'm still upset."

I cranked my actions up a couple of notches - well, still up the same notch, but more vigorously - Donna responded, and it appeared that no more need be said.

#14: <We survived. Phew!>

#All: <Agreed.>

We went on to have a very good session. Two simultaneous twosomes rather than a threesome, as Carol and Donna don't have any sexual attraction for each other. They couldn't care less about bumping up against each other during sex, but it simply doesn't mean anything to them. They're both concentrating on making love to me, which is still pretty damned good as far as I'm concerned.

I understand Donna's not being sexually interested in Carol, because of their being sisters and growing up sharing the same bedroom. When I'd started my sexual relationship with Carol, three-quarters of me didn't see her as being my sister, exactly. Without that happening to either of them, it was natural that Donna and Carol had no interest in each other. [[That's the main reason I thought I was initially sexually attracted to Carol. In reality it was just because I'd been a horny, desperate boy with a gorgeous sister; and Julia had pushed Carol into my arms over my pathetically weak not even halfhearted (or even quarter-hearted) protests.]]

I'm surprised that Donna hasn't shown any interest in any bedroom hanky-panky with Julia, or especially with Ava considering how well Donna and Ava get on. Donna has had plenty of opportunities with other girls too, but not only has she not taken the initiative to make anything happen, she's stopped participating in her previous occasional sexual explorations with her various sports' teammates. She doesn't seem to care about sex other than with me. She'll participate in other sexual activities if I get her involved, which I must confess I've done a few times in foursomes with Claire and Diana, and even a couple of fivesomes with Carol or Ava as well.

Of my two sisters, I wouldn't have hesitated to predict that Donna would easily be the more sexually adventurous, but she's not. She hasn't shown any interest in boys either. There'd be hundreds of them who'd leap at the chance to have a crack at her, especially at her crack, but Donna seems indifferent. They're damned hard things to predict, are girls.

A couple of hours later, when we were cuddling and talking, I went over the light blob information with Donna again, mainly to make sure she knew to keep it quiet, and to take care of any questions she had now rather than have her running up to me to ask about them over the next few days.