Chapter 67: Mind-Games with Donna

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I woke and checked my clock to confirm that it was 5am. I felt perfectly well rested, so I had a feeling I was going to get more hours per day. Cool.

Now what to do with them? I didn't want to wake the family, so I had a quiet pre-breakfast snack. Then I returned to my room and finished reading the Aikido books, unfortunately without learning anything useful. Then I got into the Driver Manual, using different minds to quiz each other. That got boring because I couldn't find a question that another part of me didn't know the answer to.

My boredom tempted me to go back to bed for a nap, but I wanted to try sleeping five hours per night for several days in a row to see if the lack of sleep caught up with me. Taking boredom naps would pretty much invalidate that experiment, so I resisted.

When I finally heard someone in the kitchen, I went to join whoever it was; finding Mom, as expected.

Mom asked, "How was your three-girls-at-once date?"

"Only two-thirds that quantity." I briefly described Cindy's departure when she learned how young I was, leaving out the stuff about Julia pushing too hard. I concluded with, "I preferred to be alone with Carol and Julia anyway."

Dad joined us and I remembered Carol's dress. I told them, "Wait until you see the new dress Carol wore last night. It's spectacular! She was turning heads all night."

"That doesn't sound like Carol," opined Mom.

"No. She's definitely gaining confidence, especially from all the support and encouragement Julia is giving her." That wasn't the only reason Carol had enjoyed wearing that dress, as she got sexual thrills out of showing so much of herself, but the reasons I'd given Mom sounded better and it was definitely true that Carol was coming out of her shell. Almost all the way out, last night.

It was a nice looking day and Dad wanted to paint the fence. "It needs it anyway," he said, "but also to tidy up the place in case we're going to sell it soon." So that's how Dad and I spent our morning.

Carol brought out a snack and drink mid-morning. When she handed me mine, she kissed me on the cheek and quietly complained, "I want to kiss my Lord far better than that, but the neighbors might see. I can't wait till we have a private place."

Let me think: sleeping with Carol and Julia every night, doing whatever I wanted with them at any time, and living in a mansion. I replied, "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too."

Carol drew me away from the fence in case there was someone else on the other side, to tell me, "I had a good talk with Donna before she went to her game. From her point of view it's very simple: she wants you and you're obviously happy to have one sister, so another should be no problem. You're willing to date other girls such as Cindy, so being loyal to Julia and me isn't an issue. She sees no reason why you can't give her what she wants immediately. She's not going to be happy to be put off for long, and she wants you too much to react well to being teased. I think you have to either give her what she wants or put her off entirely. Teasing her is going to quickly drive her into doing something direct to get what she wants, and that'd probably cause trouble."

The problem was that I didn't want to give her what she wanted. It had a small amount of emotional appeal from making her happy, but that's all it had. I simply couldn't imagine having sex with someone who looked more like a boy than a girl. There were plenty of other reasons to back off from that too: Donna was emotionally as well as physically young, nor did I want to open up my life to her the way I had with Carol. I didn't want to tell her my secrets the way I had with Carol and Julia because I could imagine Donna being childish in some way and divulging them. That childishness of hers put me off thinking of her romantically, and she wasn't even close to being thought of as wife material. So I had to cool her off in some way. I told Carol, "I think I'd better cool her off. I feel very safe with you and Julia, but I don't feel that way with Donna. I'll give it some thought."

Carol said, "Give some thought about what to do with her vibrator too, please. I'd like to be able to use mine but I don't want to upset Donna."

I had an idea and suggested it to Carol, "What say you and I talk with Mom about it, then maybe the three of us talk with Donna. That way it'll look really serious to Donna so she'll be more likely to abide by our decision and any rules or restrictions. She'll be tough to control otherwise. It'll make Mom happy too, especially after her feeling somewhat excluded from the moneymaking scheme."

So that's what we did. Leaving Dad to the fence, Carol and I went inside to talk with Mom. I was surprised at my lack of reluctance. Talking to your mother about whether to start having sex with your 12-year old sister isn't your normal type of conversation, but it was surprisingly easy - so badly had the normal conventions been smashed already.

To condense our conversation, I told Mom that as a result of Donna's flashing her budding breasts in the hot tub a few days ago and her recent affection toward me, I'd suspected that she wanted to get sexy with me. I'd tested the water a little bit with Donna, by doing a small sexual tease, to discover that Donna VERY much wanted sex with me and was asking for it in her usual, unsubtle, up-front manner. I thought she was a lovely girl, but I was concerned that she was still too young emotionally and physically. The trouble was that her developing in both those areas was going to take months if not a few years, but Donna's patience wouldn't last weeks.

Mom asked some smart questions and made me explain that I wasn't strongly reluctant to have sex with Donna, or eager for it either. I could live with ramping up the sex slowly and perhaps getting to the full version in several months when she'd grown herself a feminine body. I wasn't concerned about myself but about her feelings, and I wanted to do whatever made her happiest. At the moment Donna thought that was full-on sex with me. I was particularly worried about her wanting the same sort of a romantic relationship with me as Carol had, as there was no way I could think of her as strongly as I did Carol, which might hurt Donna a great deal.

There was a fair bit of talk about the genetic theory, all of which I knew was a wonderful excuse for Carol and me being together, but was otherwise irrelevant. I had to pretend to take it seriously though.

I told Mom that what I'd like to see happen, is that Donna got put off until she was the same age as Carol was when we first had sex, which would make that thirteen months hence, and then we'd think about crossing that bridge. But if we decided earlier, we could act on it. If, for example, it somehow became important for me to have a baby with her quickly, or if her emotional development led me to give up on my negative reasons.

Mom said she'd have a talk with Donna about it when she got home (Donna was at a friend's place). I bet that conversation would freak Donna out. I made a mental note to try to warn her first.

Julia and Vanessa came over right after an early lunch in order to collect Mom to go mansion shopping.

Julia took me to my room and gave me the news on the false ID front. "The Boys say it's easy to get you a good enough fake ID. It'll pass muster provided you don't try to give it to a cop or anyone who can run it. Mom's going to take some of the photos we already have of you to the Drama Department and get their advice on how to age you. We'll get you made up, photographed, and get the ID done, then Dad and you will do a trial run at one of the nearby Indian casinos. That'll probably be in about a week or two. Then down to Vegas as soon after that as you're ready."

Cool! Millionairedom, here I come. But until then, back to fence painting.

Donna got dropped off by one of her teammate's mom before our Mom got home, so I had a chance to warn her. She was not happy at the prospect. "It took the wind out of her sails", as Mom would say (who, as far as I know, has never been on a sailboat).

I gave Donna a little talk, mentioning:

• "Sex is too important to play games with." I was feeling somewhat guilty about having played sex-games with her, so I was giving her the benefit of my newly acquired wisdom.

• "Mom and Dad knew about my wanting to sleep with Carol before she and I had sex on our wedding night, so they'll know before you too, sweetie." That I'd dismally failed to keep it secret from Mom and Dad wasn't worth mentioning.

• And my personal favorite, "I don't like keeping secrets from Mom and Dad." It's true, I don't LIKE to.

I concluded with, "I'm very pleased we like each other as much as we do, Donna, so we'll take the next step and talk with Mom and Dad about it." It obviously hadn't been Donna's idea of the ideal next step, but I'd done an end-run around her (continuing the pedestrian metaphor theme), so there wasn't much she could do about it. No doubt she was expecting Mom to put her foot down.

When the mansion shoppers returned they were in high spirits. They'd had a great afternoon sticking their noses into other people's homes and dreaming about living in such luxury. They gushed over how wonderful the houses were, especially Mom who was very excited about living in one. Our house is below average, so going to a mansion would be a HUGE improvement. After much gushing they announced that, "None were suitable, of course."

If it was "of course", why go looking in the first place? How they could be so excited and happy from looking at unsuitable houses, as surely that meant they'd wasted their afternoon? Their attitudes didn't make any sense, but Dad's story about the inability of males to participate in house buying made me decide that it'd probably be best if I didn't point out their logical inconsistencies. I was worried about our finding a mansion to move into if the roulette plan worked, so I risked asking, "If none of them are suitable, what are we going to do? Does that mean we have to give up on the idea?"

I got told, "Of course not." I wasn't brave enough to ask for an explanation, so I quit while I was behind.

Donna overheard some of the mansion conversation and was confused. In answer to her questions, Mom explained that the Andersons and the Williamses were thinking of selling their existing homes and buying one mansion together, so the two families would be living together.

Donna thought that was "really cool." Donna and Mom talked about it a bit more, and you could tell when Donna clicked to what the implications of "mansion" were. It was followed a fraction of a second later by Donna advising Mom that, "You should get one with a real basket ball court. And a big swimming pool. And a field for hockey and soccer too. Oh, and a horse! Definitely a horse. No! Several horses. And a stables. This is going to be SO COOL!"

It would have been too, had reality conformed to Donna's new expectations. Unfortunately for her, Mom brought her down to Earth. It was a rough landing for a very disappointed Donna. Funny for the rest of us though. I made a mental note that Donna liked horses. I had no idea how much it cost to buy a horse, but I jokingly decided that another extra mil' from the casino would probably cover it.

Just before dinner Carol got changed into her previous night's new dress, including putting her hair up, and the necklace and high-heeled shoes on. When she came into the room and gave a twirl, there were several "Wows!" Donna and Dad were especially impressed. Mom was more uncomfortable, and eventually said, "I'm not sure that's a very suitable dress for a 13-year old girl."

I resisted the temptation to point out that it sure wasn't a suitable dress for a 13-year old boy. I've learned that Mom tends not to appreciate comments like that.

Carol IMMEDIATELY retorted, indicating that she'd prepared for Mom's comment, "I never dressed like this when I was just a 13-year old girl, but now I'm also Mark's wife and this is a suitable dress for a newlywed and her husband. I bought it for him, but if you can convince him I shouldn't wear it again, then I won't."

Mom still wanted to argue, but she wasn't silly enough to try to talk me out of Carol's wearing it. Instead she said, "It looks very expensive."

Carol answered, "Then why did you spend the afternoon looking for a mansion to buy?"

Mom rallied and tried, "I'm not sure you're safe in a dress like that. You could attract attention from the wrong element."

"I was in a fancy restaurant with MARK! There was no 'wrong element' there, and even if there had been, Mark could've easily protected me." I would've too, if necessary. Just as well for the "wrong element's" eyeballs that they were elsewhere last night. Probably talking to Andrew or Robert about getting a false ID for me.

I think Dad scored some serious brownie points when he asked, "Carol, would it be okay with you for your mother to borrow that dress one night, if I take her out somewhere nice?"

Everyone thought that was an excellent idea, even Mom looked happy. She still protested however, "I couldn't possibly! I've had three kids. I haven't got the figure for that dress anymore."

Dad did a great job of assuring her that she did. Mom was visibly pleased. I guessed she'd be borrowing it soon. [I guessed wrong. She never did, as it was far too racy for her. Dad had known Mom wouldn't wear it, but he was still smart enough to flatter her by suggesting it.]

Mom's case against Carol wearing such a sexy dress was pretty much destroyed, so Mom gave up, opting to change target. "As we're all here, we should discuss Donna's wanting to have sex with Mark."

Donna suddenly paled, looking sorry that the idea had ever crossed her mind. She clearly didn't want to discuss it; just do it.

Mom was on much firmer ground for this conversation (that pedestrian metaphor's got legs). Carol and I being 'married' weakened much of Mom's normal parenting arguments against us having sex, but Donna had no such justification. The only practical factor that applied to Donna was that one day it might be a good idea for the human race if Donna and I had babies, if you subscribed to the favored genetic hypothesis for my abilities, which happily the parents did. That factor wasn't yet relevant because - as we're all very aware by now - Donna hadn't reached her menarche yet. Nor had she reached anyone else's menarche either, come to that.

Mom asked Donna, "Why do you think we should allow a 12-year old girl to have sex with her brother? Remember that it's illegal."

Donna's less-than-cogent arguments boiled down, after a few minutes of interrogation, to: she wanted to, and Carol was allowed. It wasn't exactly an overwhelmingly convincing argument.

One of Mom's oft-heard responses for when one of us kids say "I want [something]," was for her to say, "And I want a million dollars," and then she'd give some homily about life not giving you everything you want. Mom started saying this but stopped when she realized she might have a million dollars soon. Mom tried again with, "Carol was allowed to have sex after she married Mark. I know it wasn't a real marriage as society judges them, but it was real to Carol, Mark and Julia. For the rest of her life Carol will never have a boyfriend, or go on dates, or any of those things because she's married to Mark now. In a few years she's going to have his babies and spend the next twenty years of her life raising them. Are you willing to do all that?"

As it turned out, "No," to my relief.

Mom literally pointed to Carol. "Look at Carol in that dress. Your body doesn't look like that yet, does it?"

To be truthful, if Donna's body did look like that I'd be a damn sight more tempted. Donna's mental immaturity would be more easily overlooked, as I'd be much busier 'looking over' other parts of her. Mom's comment did remind me that in a few months (six, twelve?) Donna's body could look as good as Carol's. It wouldn't look the same as they have different body types (hardbody versus plush), but it might look as good. Mom and Carol both have better than average breasts so I hoped Donna would too. I started regretting the loss of my nubbin inspections.

Normally when Donna is refused something she gets loudly annoyed, but not this time though. Donna must have known that what she wanted was far too inappropriate, as she caved in easily. The conversation ended quite soon, with Donna looking chastised ("chastised", and sadly expecting to be chaste for quite some time).

After dinner Carol went back to her room to change. I followed her to 'help', by standing behind her, sliding my hands around her sides and fondling her breasts for several minutes. Carol's dress made that irresistible to me. I swear my hands 'wanted' to reach for Carol the way a magnet 'wants to' head for iron. It was a good position for neck nuzzling too, and for whispering sweet nothings into her ear, ESPECIALLY telling her how much I appreciated her buying this dress for me.

Later that night, soon after Mom and Dad had gone to bed, I knocked lightly on the girls' door, then entered their room as Donna answered. The knocking was my habitual politeness. It wasn't until after I'd done it that I remembered telling them I wouldn't knock in future. Carol was asleep, presumably because we'd had a late night the previous night, but Donna was awake. I'd thought about how to treat Donna, either to be Donna's caring brother, or to command her as Julia kept asking me to do to my wives. I decided to go the wimp route, mainly because if Donna disliked the Lord act it might mess up our friendly home atmosphere, whereas being a nice, concerned brother couldn't do any harm.

"Hi, sweetie. Are you free to talk for a little while?"

"Sure."

"Because we were talking about it at dinner, I thought I'd better come and ask you whether you want to continue with my inspections of your body? I enjoy them, and am hoping you still want to?"

"Huh? You mean look at my tits?"

I nodded.

"I thought you didn't want to have sex with me. I wanted to, but you wouldn't."

I corrected her, "I didn't want to YET. I don't think you're ready yet. But 'yet' means that I expect that we might one day. That's part of the reason to have the inspections, to see how ready your body is. The main reason really is just that it's good fun for both of us. It turns me on, and I hope turns you on too. Did you get excited the last time we did it?"

I knew the answer to that as Carol had told me that Donna had frigged herself for ages afterward. I was hoping that my reminding her of the last time would get her in a sexy mood again.

"I'll say! I've NEVER been so turned on. I couldn't sleep for ages."

"Good. I like it that we turn each other on. Maybe one day we'll go all the way. Not yet, and probably not for a year or even longer, but we can play around until then. If you would enjoy it?"

Donna had a good way of answering my question. With excitement in her voice she asked, "Can I play with you too?" Good old Donna ("young Donna", actually, but you know what I mean). If she wants something, she's not shy to ask for it.

"Hmm. That's an interesting idea." Clearly Donna thought so too, judging by her very eager expression. I added, "I'm a bit worried that if we both start touching each other we might find it too hard to stop."

#1: <Especially because only one of the "we" might be trying to stop.>

So I added more, "I'll tell you what. Sometimes - not usually, but sometimes - I will let you 'inspect' me. I will stand still and let you touch me, but I won't touch you those evenings. Just like when I'm inspecting you, you stand still and don't touch me. How does that sound?"

"Can we do that tonight please? I really want to touch you."

I just thought of a little tease, so I smiled at her, and said, "I'm surprised you're so eager. I don't have very exciting tits, you know?"

Donna knew immediately that I was pulling her leg. "Haha. You can play with my tits when it's your turn, but I'm going straight for your cock. I can't wait to get my hands on it." Donna calls a spade a spade. Or, in this case, a cock. No little-girl terms such as "weenie", "thing" or the like. She knew what she wanted, and had no trouble telling me exactly what it was.

I shook my head, saying, "Sorry Donna, but I have a special reason for wanting you to be on the receiving end tonight."

"Aww. Okay, my turn tomorrow night then!"

"Hold your horses," (another one of Mom's expressions, who as far as I know, has never held a horse. I didn't think they have many of them in England anyway). "First, we won't be doing this every night. Maybe once a week. Second, it's not going to be alternating turns. I will mostly be inspecting you. Occasionally I will let you inspect me, but not often."

This was mostly selfishness. I would enjoy inspecting her more than her inspecting me because being on the receiving end would make me excited and frustrated. There were some practical reasons too: I wanted to be in control because I didn't trust her judgment, and I wanted to see how she handled the frustration of not getting what she wanted, as a way of measuring her emotional maturity.

"That's not fair. We should have turns."

"I'll give you a choice. We can do it my way, once per week with me inspecting you 80 to 90% of the time. Or we can alternate turns as you want, but I'll wait six months before I have each of my turns, which means your turns will be six months and one day apart. Which method do you want?"

"Argh! You're being mean!"

To both of our surprises, Carol spoke up, "Shame on you, Donna! Mark is offering you something you want and enjoy, but you're whining and complaining to force him into doing even more for you. He doesn't need to play with you at all. Julia and I would much rather he spent his time playing with us. He's willing to make time for you, but all you're doing is ruining his good feelings. He's lost the good, sexy mood he came in here with. Look at him, does he look happy?"

Donna was positioned between Carol and me, and Donna had turned to face Carol to listen to her. Donna's turning around to look at me gave me time to adopt a somber looking expression. While Donna was looking at me, Carol was making 'go away' motions with the hand she had out of the covers, winking at me too.

I got the hint, so I said, "I'm afraid Carol's right. Too much arguing has killed my mood. Such a pity. Oh well, it's getting late so I think I'll head off to bed. I'll see you for our run tomorrow morning. Goodnight girls." Donna and I had agreed over dinner to keep our Monday and Wednesday morning runs going, just as a way of spending some time together. As long as it wasn't raining, of course.

Donna urged, "No, no, stay. It's okay. We can do it your way."

Carol was still making small shooing motions, so I carried on being shooed. "It's no good, Donna. My mood has gone. Maybe I'll get it back in a few days. I had a late night last night and we've got an early start, so I probably shouldn't have come in here at all. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, sweeties." I went back to my room, followed by Donna's protestations.

I took Donna's vibrator out of my pocket and put it in a drawer, wondering what Mom would think if she found it. I'd taken it into the girls' room intending to get Donna to remove her panties, lay flat, and close her eyes. I was then going to turn it on, and run it from her belly button down to her clit, keep it there for a few seconds, and then tell her it was a present. That had been #4's idea, as he was the only one who knew how vibrators are actually used; the rest of us had assumed from its shape that it was used internally. Giving Donna her gift would have to wait until the next 'inspection'.

I had no intention of going to bed yet as I wanted to continue the five hours of sleep per night experiment. I didn't feel tired so I was happy staying awake now rather than get up before 4am tomorrow morning. There was plenty of schoolwork I could review as I'd be taking two years' worth of exams in just a few weeks, so I sat down to do that.

About fifteen minutes later there was a quiet knock on my door, and to my surprise Carol came in. I'd expected it to be Donna wanting to continue the argument. Carol shut the door behind her, then cuddled into my lap. She was wearing a long nightie, but was naked underneath it, so I had a good time.

Carol said, "I had a good talk with Donna and she shouldn't argue with you again for a while. If she does, just pretend to lose the mood and walk away. She's just greedily wanting too much too fast. She'll have to learn. It's not as if she can complain to Mom or Dad, is it? Haha."

"That's for sure. I can't imagine Mom insisting that it's fair to let her play with my cock if I play with her tits. I'm sure she can't imagine it either, after our dinnertime conversation. What did you tell her to make her stop arguing?"

"That her greed and impatience have twice driven you away. Her wanting full sex immediately made you worried enough to go to Mom about it, and her insisting on playing with your cock made you leave tonight. I told her that it's good that she wants these things, but terrible that she argues with you about them. If she'd shut up and cooperated she'd be having a good time by now, and still get what she wants sooner or later. Probably sooner because you'd be happy with her. But if she argues even just once more you'll probably get so fed up with the whole idea you'll just decide she's too immature and forget about it entirely."

"That's pretty good. I feel a bit guilty because I was being selfish with her, but I thought her playing with me would get me frustratingly aroused. What you said should work though, so thanks."

"When we get to live in the new house you won't have to put up with being frustratingly aroused. You'll be able to have Julia and me whenever you want. Hopefully that'll be in only be a month or two, so maybe you can let her play with you then. I'd like that because if you get excited I'd be only too happy to take care of it for you." Carol was giving me a BIG smile by the end.

I told her, "I think that sounds like an excellent plan. Not that I need anyone else to get me in the mood to desire you, but I know what you mean."

"I'm SO looking forward to living in the new house with you and Julia. We are going to have SUCH a great time."

I didn't have to answer verbally, as Carol was wiggling her butt on the demonstration of my agreement.

Carol continued, "I also told Donna that her arguing with you was stupid even if she was definitely right and you definitely wrong. No one likes having their opinions argued with, and it was guaranteed to make you lose the mood. You already have Julia and me who'll do absolutely anything for you, regardless of whether we think it's fair or not. With girls like Cindy and all the other schoolgirls who're after you, you've got dozens of girls who will do whatever you want, so why should you have to be fair. You can get whatever you want from any number of girls, so Donna was really stupid to try to argue for fairness. I also told her she must cooperate totally with everything you say, and NEVER argue with you again over anything sexual. At most she can request something ONCE. Like she could say, 'Can I play with your cock, Mark?', but then she must totally do whatever you say. I laid it on thick and she got the message. She wanted to come and see you now but I said she'd annoyed you too much so I'd apologize for her. She's nervously waiting for me to come back and tell her she hasn't screwed up too badly, and that you still might want to play with her one day soon."

"That's very impressive stuff. You've made it seem perfectly reasonable for me to be as selfish as I want, and that she should be happy at it. That's brilliant! Well done."

"Thank you, but I can't take the credit. Most of it is very similar to what Julia told me. I just turned it around and used it on Donna. Julia is the smart one." I wasn't going to argue with that! "Plus I can see that Donna needs to be taught some patience and self-control. She's a nice girl but she's too quick to rush straight for what she wants. She'll learn, even though you'll probably have to walk out a few more times when she forgets. If you make her wait a few days each time she'll get the message. I expect she'll be very apologetic during your run."

I expected that too. Donna obviously wanted to play around with me a lot, and the picture Carol had painted for Donna gave her no choice about how to act. She must "cooperate totally." I could work with that!

Never mind that Donna was nervously waiting for Carol's return, now that Carol was on my lap I didn't want her to go. We cuddled, then kissed, then hands started moving, then we REALLY started kissing. Then my damned conscience kicked in, reminding me that we weren't allowed to have sex even in Julia's much more secure room, so sure as heck we should have stopped already. Damn! (Whether I meant "Damn rule!" or "Damn conscience!" I didn't know. Both sounded right). The extent of this room's security was to tack the drapes closed. Impressively secure it was not.