Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 18:48:12 -0500
From: Humvee_69 <Hummmvee@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Adventures of Jade" Chapter 5; Category: Lesbian Sub Categories:
Incest, Adult/Youth, High School, etc.) Contains: F, f, FF, Ff, MC, reluc.
THE ADVENTURES OF JADE(?)
(Chapter 5)
By Hummmvee
(tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)
Disclaimer: The following intellectual property is for
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if it is unlawful for you to do so. You may not use this story, nor any
excerpts, for commercial purposes; without the writer's consent. You may
post/re-post the story if unedited, and if you meet all applicable
requirements in this paragraph. The author does not condone any activity
herein illustrated . Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental. Regarding erotic writing: More often than not,
fantasies should remain just that; another's words: Don't try this at home.
Comments are encouraged, appreciated, and always welcome, so don't be shy.
Jenna was just returning from the upstairs laundry room, adjacent
to her sister's bedroom, when the unmistakable sounds of WOMEN IN HEAT
assaulted her ears. It was coming from the big Sony screen; images that
made Jenn's temperature rise. Being a `frustrated' (read: virgin),
bi-curious teen girl, made her radar highly attuned to such sounds. She
had forgotten about inserting the tape into the player on her way to
launder a few undergarments. Undergarments belonging to her older sister
that she had earlier borrowed, and then accidentally soiled while
sunbathing. She found the remote, and rewound the tape. Based on what she
saw moments ago, not a frame was to be missed! She got comfortable on her
sister's bed, and brought her knees up to her chest. She was a little
miffed at Dr. Jenniffer Smith's presumptuousness, of needing to view this
`instructional' material. Apparently her mother had given Dr. Jenniffeer
permission, and it certainly looked . . . interesting.
When the tape rewound, Jenna hit `play'. The opening shot showed
the good doctor in her white lab-coat, standing outside the front entrance
of her clinic in L.A.. The entrance was landscaped and heavily
aqua-scaped. Someone spent a lot of money on appearances. It actually
looked quite inviting for a doctor's office. Of course, that was the whole
point. This was the `left' coast after all, and you might expect such
`wretched excess' with all that perfect weather, and liberal thinking. The
camera followed the good doctor into the lobby, and in the next shot, the
viewer got the `spiel' about women's health, and the need for regular
checkups with a professional (such as herself). Jenna waited impatiently,
for the action she knew was coming. She wondered if the subjects knew
their privacy would be so compromised. Jenna watched Dr. Jenniffer's cool
demeanor. She admired the confidence she exuded and her sense of style.
Jenna knew from her mother's statements, that Jenniffer was about 40 years
old but could easily pass for a `twenty-something'. She wore those
trademark sunglasses even in her clinic. The white smock was on the
`too-short' side, but she was built for it: tiny waist and ass, and big
cans; a family curse. The good doctor eventually introduced a young
assistant. A fabulous blonde of similar size and weight, but half the
doctor's age. Pretty too; longish pony-tailed hair, and deep brown eyes.
Her lips were `oh-so-kissably' lush, and her smile would make any dentist
proud. The assistant was introduced as Heather, and she seemed spunky and
energetic. They seemed to be quite the pair. More like playmates than
professionals.
The first real `educational' part of the videotape was apparently
about to unfold. Heather seated a pair of `ladies' in a private reception
area, and had them fill out the usual forms. It seemed to Jenna, that the
pair of women were unaware of the camera in the ceiling. They appeared to
be a mother/daughter combination. The mother was only in her late
twenties, and the daughter perhaps ten or twelve. They did look alike,
both being brunettes, and similar in features. They appeared to be of
average height, but very thin, although the mother did sport a decent pair
of boobs. They were filling out the paperwork and chit-chatting as Jenna
caught the audio portion. The daughter was nervous about being there, her
first visit to the gyno. The mother told her not to worry; she would go
first, and it wasn't painful-just a necessary part of being a woman.
Nevertheless, the daughter seemed a little anxious. Jenna knew how the
pre-teen must have felt, as she had never had a checkup of this type either
(and wasn't at all too sure what to expect). . . She was curious though!
The mother seemed a bit on the slutty side. Perhaps, white trash;
though the clinic seemed so . . . upscale? Jenna learned their names. The
young girl was Sandra (or Sandy), and the mother was Lexus. Heather the
receptionist came in shortly after the two had finished the basic
paperwork. "Ms. West, the doctor will see you now. Please follow me."
Mother and daughter got up and followed the assistant to another room.
Ms. Lexus West was ushered into the empty exam room, and told to disrobe to
her underclothes, and wait for the doctor. Sandy tried to enter as well,
but Heather put her college-aged hand out at the young pre-teen
girl,indicating that she was not to enter. "I need you to answer some more
questions. I will administer them orally, and afterwards you may join your
mother." Lexus was already stripping when the nurse/receptionist led the
daughter away. Ms. West did not seem very shy, judging by the manner in
which she shed her clothes. A last glance in, revealed her in her evening
shoes, bra, panty, and gartered hose. Though `trashy' looking, she had a
fine hard body underneath the `loud' plastickey outfit. She was about 5'
6", and a solid "C"-cup. Her clothing certainly suggested someone for whom
money did not come easy. Even Heather had the thought that this pair would
not be able to pay the prices charged by this clinic. The young
receptionist, a twenty year old with exhibitionist/lesbian tendencies,
having been `out' for a couple of years; was appreciative of Dr. Smith
hiring her without prejudice. She did not hide her sexual tendencies when
they were `inadvertently' discovered during her interview. Even though she
had no real training in the medical field, she was not stupid, and
Dr. Jenniffer Smith was kind enough to teach her the `ropes'. Though
Heather didn't know it, her employer had hired her exactly because of her
sexual proclivities. In effect, reverse discrimination. Her classic good
looks didn't hurt any either. Yet Heather was also outspoken, direct and
honest, in spite of her sexual `abnormality'. When Heather heard
Jenniffer's idea for an educational video, (Dr. Smith preferred the more
informal form of address among her employees) Heather became very
enthusiastic. They ended up bouncing suggestions off each other, and it
became `their' pet project. Some of the other staff were a little envious
and jealous of the `brown-nosing' Heather, but she didn't care. She was
glad that she got along well with Jenniffer; that was what counted most to
her. Though Heather had a rough idea of what was to be covered in these
educational videos, she really didn't know the gory details. She was given
a lot of free reign in inmpementation of the rough plan, and it had been
decided that the most workable ideas would eventually be incorporated.
This was their first attempt at the process, and Heather was completely
unaware of the security cameras in each space recording most every moment
in the clinic. She presumed the video part would be mostly statistical,
and comprised of `talking heads'; to be created after the data was
collected. She wondered how much latitude she would really have in this
project. She also figured that this was probably a `complimentary' exam
they were about to go through. It was smart to practice on non-regular
clientele. Heather led Sandy to a tiny room down the hall. She seated
Sandy on a small exam table, and sat herself down on a tall stool. She
picked up her clipboard and scanned the brand new questionnaire. Heather
had only started here at the clinic recently, and had only a few glimpses
of femaleness here and there. She hungered to see more! A spontaneous
smirk burst across her young face as she read some of the questions to
herself. Heather hoped she would get to see a little `tender vittles'
before the doctor showed up and took over.
"Now just relax Sandy . . . I'm just going to get some statistical
information, before you go see your mom. Okay?" The skinny young thing
nodded her understanding, albeit through an undercurrent of apprehension.
Heather took a long appraising look of the slight body staring at her.
Unbeknownst to Heather, an earlier questionnaire; designed and already
administered by Dr. Smith's staff, revealed some bi tendencies in the
mother. Dr. Jenniffer had hoped the `fruit' would not fall far from the
tree on this occasion. Like the good doctor, Heather also wore a uniform
that could be considered too short under normal circumstances. She noticed
little Sandy didn't seem to mind. The amber-eyed cutie involuntarily eyed
Heather's triangular up-skirt area, that revealed more and more thigh as
Heather squirmed on the tall stool. She certainly noticed Sandy's
interest, and liked the attention; but for now kept her thighs together.
"Why don't we get your height and weight, before we get serious. Can you
stand over on the scale honey.." Heather smiled a lot, and that put Sandy
at ease. Ninety pounds. Next the height. "Let's get your shoes off
Sandy!" Heather bent down and removed them for the little pre-teen. She
took certain liberties with her fingertips, getting very touchy-feely with
the girl. She stole a long glance at the backs of the skinny legs, just
inches from her nose; legs on the verge of budding into womanhood. Five
foot one inch. Heather gave the measurements out loud and recorded them on
her clipboard as she intently watched the young thing move. Though very
young, like her mother she moved sexually. `Probably didn't even realize
it', mused Heather. She wondered how the kid could have left the house in
such a tiny mini-skirt. Heather didn't mind. When she was sure the girl
was occupied, Heather peeked up the tiny skirt. The little slut was
wearing red panties!
"Okay, why don't you sit back down on the table." Sandy was very
obedient. Once seated, Heather proceeded to check the blood pressure, just
as she was recently taught. Leaning over the little girl, Heather would
flaunt her "D-cup" cleavage. She kept disarming the girl with her perfect
smile, while pumping the cuffed device. Sandy was apparently not taught
that staring was impolite. She openly looked at the tops of Heather's
jugs. Obviously, this girl was too young for serious `consideration', but
the receptionist was in it for the cheap trills. Heather joked and teased,
and generally gabbed a lot, making the young girl more relaxed and open.
"One hundred and ten over sixty five. Heart rate: eighty. You're
blood pressure is fine, although your heart rate is a little quick. You're
probably just a little nervous" Heather stated flatly,"or perhaps excited?"
and she eyed the girl's face, smiling broadly. Those eyes were still glued
to Heather's luscious titties. She was beginning to like this youngster.
Heather just couldn't get enough attention, and this youngster was looking
at her, in all her right places. Heather applied a stethoscope to the
girl's back, then her front. Her fingertips touched where they shouldn't
have. Heather smiled triumphantly. The stethoscope nearly covered the
young girl's tits. Really, they were more like puffy nipples. Sandy was
only slightly shocked by the contact, resigned to the knowing graces of the
good-looking professional blonde. As much as she was enjoying performing
this pseudo-examination, Heather realized that she was taking too much
time, and still hadn't completed the questionnaire.
Picking up the clipboard, Heather asked some very private questions
about sex, experience, preferences, and masturbation. Did Sandy's tube-top
swell a little during the inquisition? Heather was certain this was all
exciting the little nymph. As personal as those questions were, they got
even more so. Stuff about periods, lubrication, discharge, and other
things Sandy never even asked herself about. She was getting a little
uncomfortable with the line of questioning, and Heather decided she had
enough information recorded.
"That's it for the statistical data little lady" Heather proclaimed
excitedly, "you held up bravely considering this is your first time!" She
hugged the girl while congratulating her. She noticed the little mirror on
the medicine cabinet reflected their embrace. It looked hot! Her bent
position over the little girl made her uniform ride up enough to show her
white thong panty . . . and Sandy was looking at the expanse of
California-tanned thigh and ass. Heather smiled, and allowed her hand to
slip lower on the girl, down to the small of her back. There definitely
was a charge in the air. As their embrace ended, Heather grabbed the front
of the girl's dress, and quickly lifted it up, before Sandy grabbed the hem
and pulled it back down. This was supposed to be a playful gesture.
Heather wondered if it would come across that way to Sandy. Even if not,
she managed a brief glimpse of the front of the tight panties. The little
one giggled with light embarrassment. Seeing she wasn't too upset, Heather
became bolder. With a lightning-quick move, she lifted the tube top,
getting a juicy peek at a very large and stiff areola. The girl forced her
top back down, still giggling, and pinched Heather's hardened nipple
through the thin uniform's fabric. Sandy could tell that her nurse was
definitely not wearing a bra. Heather froze at the young twelve year olds'
boldness.
"You bad, bad, girl!" Heather spoke mockingly, shaking her
extended index finger. Sandy could tell it was all right, and giggled
satisfyingly at her successful retaliatory strike against the older girl.
"Would you like to see?" Heather asked quietly, referring to her
own chest that the girl kept looking at. The girl got instantly serious,
and her eyes involuntarily lowered again to the receptionist's `golden
bozos'. Heather had her just where she wanted her. Sandy nodded, openly
staring, a dazed look on her young face. Heather looked around, in mock
trepidation, and flashed that bright smile to her companion. She opened
several more buttons on the slinky-tight white uniform. With her left hand
pulling the fabric away, and her right slipping inside the garment and
under the left tit . . . she pulled the tanned breast out and held it to
the stunned girl. She held it a long time, the nipple hardening from the
cool air, and reached out for the girl. Boy, did those eyes grow to the
size of little saucers! Sandy looked very impressed by the giant,
firm-looking, well-tanned symbol of womanhood. With her other hand,
Heather tugged at the nipple playfully, smiling all the while. Sandy
looked her in the eyes, and returned the smile, before lowering her gaze
back to the beautiful naked tit on display. She felt so close to this
older woman. Perhaps this is what girl-friends did? Heather roughly ran
her hand through the youngsters black hair, laughing at her reserve. She
loved flaunting herself in front of pretty women. Just as smugness filled
the wanto receptionist/nurse, Sandy flicked her tiny finger right over
Heather's stiffening nipple, laughing heartily. This started a rambunxious
ticklefest between the both of them. It was quite a sight. The perfectly
proportioned college-blonde, with her tit out; and the pixie-like, pre-teen
brunette, both laughing like eight year olds, poking and grabbing and
tickling each other. Sandy repeatedly slapped the older woman's breast,
causing both of them to laugh even harder. The light slaps on her boob
were electric! As the two now wrestled, Heather did her own fondling;
grabbing a pert tit, then a boyish ass. At one point she got the youngster
in a wrestling-hold, and repeatedly spanked the skinny behind, calling her
naughty names. The ice was certainly broken. Heather pushed her luck and
yanked the little girl's panties down to mid-thigh. Sandy squealed and
frantically pulled them up, but not really upset with the girl-play.
Before the tiny pussy-treasure was re-hidden behind bright red panties,
Heather got the peek she wanted. There was no fur of any kind on it, with
just the tiniest of slits; still undeveloped.
"What the hell are you ladies doing!?" Dr. Jenniffer Smith's voice
startled the pair with her sudden arrival. She saw everything, even though
the two guilty parties scrambled to restore their composures. "I need your
assistance in exam room one young lady", and she closed the door and left.
They were soo busted! And yet the doctor did not appear shocked at all.
`Perhaps I will get to keep my job?' thought Heather with some concern.
There was no possibility that Dr. Jenniffer did not see her unbuttoned
blouse, their tousled appearance, and the girl's hiked up mini skirt. `She
is way cool!' thought Heather. Or perhaps the doctor will punish or fire
her later? Heather could not be sure how she would fare. She cursed her
lust and greed.
Jenna watched the scenes unfold before her eyes. She was amazed at
this video. It was nearly rated X, and she had never seen this type of
thing before. How could poor, innocent Jenn know, that her own virgin puss
had stained the front of her sweatpants now, as she watched the action on
screen. Unconsciously, her hands gripped her legs even tighter, and her
head rested on her knee-tops, straining to see more.
The next scene was just as outrageous. It showed Ms. West, lying
topless on the exam table, her legs in stirrups. Jenna wondered why they
didn't pass out gowns here, like they did when you went to a hospital, but
was glad they did not. As Ms. West's tight chest heaved up and down, Jenna
forgot her train of thought regarding gowns. `Those breasts are soo
attractive' thought Jenna as she was lost in the video. She heard them
talking nonchalantly, and she saw the doctor cup those delicious breasts in
her hands; kneading them, teasing them. `Is this how you perform a breast
exam?' Jenna was wondering and sweating. Suddenly, on the screen, the
exam room door opened, and in walked the nurse/receptionist with the
woman's daughter in tow. Jenna saw how the pair stared at the topless
woman, who did not seem too terribly bothered.
"Well don't just stand there you two, come in and shut the door!"
Heather had never seen this much action at the clinic before. Sheepishly,
the two strode in. Sandy was instructed to stand left of her mother,
facing her; and Heather was to assist the doctor. Interestingly, no one
wore gloves. Jenniffer shot Heather a serious glance. To Heather it meant
that playtime was over, and she had better get `on the ball'. "Take over
kneading Ms. West's breasts, and check for lumps." Jenniffer was holding
the woman's tits, and offering them to Heather, who with a gleam in her
eye, took over. Heather took up behind the brunettes head, and bent over
at the waist with both hands around the delicious globes. The daughter
watched the whole thing unfold before her eyes. She was uncomfortable at
first, but after a while, warmed up to it. "Good, very good Heather
. . . don't forget to examine the areola and nipples! She's not being to
rough with them is she?" The question was aimed at Ms. West, who only
smirked as her reply. She looked up at the young blonde above her, as her
breasts were being roughly manipulated. She liked women. Doctor Smith
could also confirm the interest in the woman's eyes. She had picked her
patients well. This teasing was a favorite past time of Jenniffer's.
Heather realized that too many buttons on her uniform were still
undone. She could not button them now, with this woman staring at her, but
her D-cup breasts were practically spilling out. Did it seem to her that
this lady was staring just a little too intently at them? She wondered
. . . "You don't mind having your daughter watch the procedure as I
suggested, do you Ms. West?"
"You can call me Lexus . . . no I guess I don't mind. If you think
it is a good idea. You aren't too embarrassed honey, are you?"
Sandy shook her head `no', as she intently watched her mother's
breasts manipulated by her new playmate. Heather's expression was one of
rapture. Dr. Jenniffer looked smug. Ms. West, . .err Lexus looked like a
tart `im gluck'. Sandy felt a little overwhelmed, but happy and excited.
Jenniffer was directing quite the educational gynecological exam.
"Why don't you come over here by me, Sandra." Reluctant to move,
Sandy obeyed, and now stood next to Dr. Jenniffer's chair, between her
mother's legs. She could not help but look at the slight shadow created in
her mom's panties. She saw a patch of fur, and what looked like moisture.
The good doctor placed one arm around the young girl's waist, while giving
Heather some new directions while gesturing with her right hand. The slut
in the chair was breathing with labor now, and so was `nurse' Heather.
Dr. Jenniffer lightly stroked the young girl's left side, while explaining
what an exam consisted of, and why the nurse was doing what she was doing.
The girl trembled periodically. Seeing that the mother was not alarmed by
the doctor's friendliness toward her daughter, Jenniffer took it a step
further. While allowing the long strokes to reach the young girl's behind,
then thighs, the doctor simultaneously pointed at the clad beaver in front
of them. Jenna trembled as she watched the outrageous display on her
sister's television set. Never did she imagine how hot her body could make
her.
On the screen, the doctor, using her most professional manner,
started explaining something about vaginas. Her manicured hand reached for
the mother's panties. All eyes traveled to where her finger headed. The
wet patch on the front of Jenna's sweat-pants had reached epic proportions.
She was concentrating on the rest of the video, and was not fully conscious
of that development. Her mother and cousin Jenniffer were looking into the
bedroom through the slightly open door. Jenna did not seem to notice them,
and they retreated back into the hallway.
"Did you see the look on her face!?" exclaimed Astrid. "I told you
she would learn a lot from my video!" confirmed the good doctor. "Did you
notice the front of her sweatpants?" quizzed Astrid. "I think she is
reacting perfectly normally!" added Jenniffer.
"Knowing you cousin, I should have previewed that tape. I know it is
probably a little on the sexy side. Too much for my innocent young Jenna!"
"Isn't that the whole point, cousin dear . . . to bring her up to speed on
these matters of sexuality?! It looked to me like she was paying attention
. . . she didn't even notice us checking in on her! If I did my job right,
in creating that tape; she'll get so hot (and informed)" she added that as
a sidenote, gesturing at Astrid and laughing "that she'll most likely end
up . . . you know . . . and she made a motion with her right hand and
gyrating middle-finger indicating masturbation. Astrid raised her eyebrows
in mock surprise and smacked Jenniffer on the butt, `criticizing' her for
her evil and wicked ways. Astrid had no idea just how hot the images on
that video were. It was always easy to talk to one another, and soon they
were heartily laughing and walking arm in arm. They made their way
downstairs to make supper, and those important car-shopping plans for
Saturday. Astrid was sharing her idea of a convertible mustang for Jenna
the birthday girl. Jenniffer just went along with everything Astrid
suggested. The wine had made them both quite amicable.
Things were a little fuzzier at the high school. Jade opened her
eyes to discover that she had dozed off. She was apparently in her office
in the Gym. Her head was still a little `swimmy', and her lower chakras
throbbed with life. When she realized that she must have dozed off, Jade
was startled into full wakefulness. The fright of just the possibility of
getting caught sleeping at work on her first day, was enough to fully rouse
her now. She stood up a little too quickly, and had to grab her chair for
support. The suddenness of that move must have caused a little shock to
her languid body. Her reflection in the mirror was most unassuring. Her
make up was overdone (that mischievous Chrissy's doing from this morning!),
and smeared. Her clothes dishelved, as though she slumbered for aeons.
The last thing she remembered was . . . the physical! Her mind was fuzzy
on the details. Jade remembered a number of other female teachers,
together! There was something . . . odd about the red haired nurse, and
their exams. Thinking about it gave Jade a headache.
The secret, silent, ever present subliminal messages still spewed
from the speakers in her office. It sounded like ordinary music, but deep
inside the streaming audio, secret messages were insidiously introduced.
"All is well . . . No need for concern . . . Go about your business." Jade
somehow felt violated, but wasn't sure why she felt that way. It started
during the exam. Or did it begin earlier? She could not tell. She looked
a mess, so that was priority one. Thank goodness it was Friday! She fixed
herself up, and decided she would question some of the other teachers about
their experiences, when the opportunity presented itself. She liked the
autonomy so far, and her office was well equipped. Although the rulebook
she had to read seemed odd, and those pins designating rank silently
. . . what were they about? When she looked as though everything was back
in place, Jade took a last look in the mirrored wall. Lots of mirrors in
this place. Her appearance pleased her. The Parkers cleaned up well. She
noticed a basket on her desk, that was not there earlier. Curiously she
examined the contents closely. The note explained they were complimentary
samples of perfume, shampoo, and other toiletries bearing the `Burning
Bush' logo. It was a very generous supply, and the letter encouraged the
new teachers and staff to use the products liberally. In fact, the
products were part of the benefits package, and would continue to be
provided free of charge for the staff AND their immediate families. Jade
was still young enough to not question this generosity. She smiled at her
good fortune, despite the `oddness' she felt only minutes ago. It was
later than she thought, and the bell indicated that the day was almost
over. Where did it go? The time really flew. Jade was glad about that.
She grabbed her manual, and freebies, and got ready to go home. The
students would be arriving on Monday, and she had to know the manual and
appear the leader to the student body. Her middle seemed to be plagued by
excess moisture, as though she had peed in her panties. She was about to
check this, but it was time to go home, and she was tired and hungry. It
would have to wait.
By the time she arrived home, dinner was ready to serve. Astrid
and Jenniffer had cooked a lovely Thai meal. Chicken, potatoes, rice,
curried spices, and the all important coconut milk. A medley of exotic
flavors. They had so much fun being creative in the kitchen. The spicy
vapors `assaulted' Jade in the garage. She noticed the Ferrari was warm;
mother must have gone for a spin. She called out her greeting, once
inside. She heard voices, and one of them was not her sister-yet strangely
familiar. The food smelled wonderful, yet unusual to Jade. Her mother
tended toward more conventional fare. Often they ate out, or ordered
pizza. At first she did not recognize mother's assistant. Jade walked
into the adjacent space and took in the pair of women. Her mother was
wearing an apron over her tiny jean shorts, and a tight white tee shirt.
Her hair was now in a pony tail. Jade put down her bag and approached the
giggling pair. She noticed the almost empty bottle of wine. The other
woman was wearing white Wrangler jeans with expensive looking Cowboy boots
made out of some exotic snake. Her top was just a black lace bra. They
had not apparently heard Jade enter. She took this opportunity to observe,
and see if she could figure out who this woman was. Apparently a good
fiend, judging by their behavior.She noticed the woman wore sunglasses.
Very stylish sunglasses. That seemed to trigger a memory! That's when she
was also spotted by the two.
"Jade honey, I didn't hear you come in. Welcome home! You
remember my cousin Jenniffer . . . Dr. Jenniffer Smith now." That's who it
was, remembered Jade.
"Oh my god, Astrid . . . she's even more lovely than her picture.
You remember your cousin Jenniffer, don't you?"
"Yes of course . . . it's been a long time . . ." Jennifer
practically attacked Jade with a bear-hug, and then surprisingly a quick
kiss on the cheek. Jade recognized the expensive perfume. Apparently
Dr. Smith was doing well.
"Jade honey, you are so incredibly hard" and she turned to Astrid
with her observation "I can't believe she's so fit and firm!" Jenniffer
lowered her head so that she could get a better look at Jade without the
dark lenses of her sunglasses. `What a wet dream' thought Jenniffer.
"Yes, she's been working very hard at that. I suppose her new job
will keep her fit for a long time to come. I'm glad she'll be able to put
all that exercise to good use finally. I told you about her new job at
St. Beave's Catholic School for Girls."
They exchanged pleasantries and got re-acquainted. Astrid signaled
that it was time for dinner. Jade wanted to change first, so she made her
way upstairs. She was distracted enough to not hear her mother mumble
something after her; something about her sister. `Probably to bring her
along for dinner. Surely it could wait till she changed'; she was
famished. Jade walked into her bedroom and closed the door with a sigh.
She was glad this day was over. She peeled off her green skirt, and her
blouse. `That was odd' she thought. She was naked underneath. But where
were her underclothes??? And why were her genitalia all slick? This
certainly explained that feeling she had been having all day. `Oh my god'
her mind screamed out at her revelation `my vagina has been shaved!?! How
could that be???' She ran her hands over the shiny mound examining her
totally bald sex. `Where did my lovely pussy fur go?' She was still a
little groggy from her previous experience at school. Thinking came hard,
but she forced herself. After some time, the only logical conclusion was
that she had some kind of reaction with the oils from this morning's visit
to the salon. But where was her underwear? Did she take them off at
school and forget? If her mind had a blank about her physical, surely she
could have forgotten taking off her bra and panties.
She held her head with both hands. Her single braid swung in front
of her face. She felt flushed. She walked toward the bed to sit down.
That's when she saw. She almost screamed at the unexpected sight. It was
her sister Jenna. But she was . . . asleep and nearly naked. Her
sweatpants were at mid thigh, and her hands were covering her sex. There
was a massive wet spot on the front of the bunched up sweatpants. Her legs
were hanging over the edge of the bed, with the feet flat on the floor.
Her tee shirt was high on her chest. Almost high enough to see . . . She
was practically snoring. Jade was shocked to say the least. Her sister
was always so shy and proper. She rarely entered her room without
permission. So what was this? Momentarily Jade had forgotten that she was
even more naked. She could not help notice how her sister had matured. At
least her body. It had been years since they had baths together. Jade
felt guilty that her body was beginning to respond to the sight of her
sister's nearly nude form. She took a few steps closer. The television
was still on, and Jade could tell that her sister must have been watching a
video. `But her position . . . could she have been masturbating?' Jade
reflexively smiled at the likelihood. She did not think her sister touched
herself. She was always so shy and proper about such things. If only Jade
could change her angle, she might be able to see under Jenna's hands that
covered her mound. She scolded herself for the thought, then changed
position. The floor creaked . . .
Suddenly Jenna was awake! The sisters were both startled by the
other and screamed in unison. Jenn bolted from the bed, her arms moving
from her sex, allowing a quick flash of what was underneath to her sister.
As she tried to run for the bathroom, the sweats around her thighs caused
her to fall on her face, baring her perfect female ass to her sister. It
jiggled beautifully as she struggled for control of her body. Meanwhile
Jade had tried to cover her breasts with one hand, and her mysteriously
shaved vagina with the other (it could not be done well, or gracefully).
She also tried running for the bathroom, and they collided and fell into a
tangled heap of sister-flesh.
The screams did not go unnoticed downstairs. "I guess Jade and
Jenna have discovered the new sleeping arrangements." Jenniffer said with
a wink to Astrid. They both wondered at what compromising position led to
the scream-punctuated discovery. They set the table and opened another
bottle in anticipation of the girls joining them for supper. They were
already quite tipsy, and Astrid wondered why she couldn't but the brakes on
the festivities. She definitely felt an electrical surge that, surely
Jenniffer must have felt as well. She looked up to see if her cousin may
be showing some obvious signs of this almost pheromone-leaking phenomenon.
Doctor Jenniffer had wandered over to the basket of goodies that Jade
brought home from school. She picked up a bottle of hand cream from Jade's
care package, and unscrewed the top. "Wow, this smells fantastic!"
Upstairs, things couldn't get more embarrassing for the Parker
sisters. The two tangled sweaty bodies lay on top of one another,
struggling to get untangled. Jade was on top of her fifteen year old
sister. They were boob to boob. Both of them highly embarrassed and
writhing against each other, each trying to gain the upper hand in
retreating from the other's vision. Somehow, one of Jade's sleek legs had
gotten stuck between Jenna's sex and the sweat-pants that were around her
knees. Both bodies were slick with sweat, and their midsections were
covered in slimy vaginal secretions from earlier on. Jenna was the smaller
and weaker physically, so there was no hope for her, unless Jade extricated
herself first. Both of them started apologizing to the other. Apology
turned to anger, and anger to frustration and crying.
"What the hell are you doing in my room Jenna!!!", Jade demanded,
frustration in her voice evident. "Cousin Jenniffer is staying in mom's
room, and they put me with you, stupid!" Jenna retorted, practically in
tears, "and I must have dozed off! Now get off of me you big cow!!" "Who
are you calling a cow, you under-age queer-virgin brat!" They wrestled
some more, slapping and kicking each other. They did not normally speak to
one another in such childish fashion, or even roughhouse so intensely, but
the frustration of the circumstance suddenly lowered I.Q.'s. As they
managed to get themselves untangled from each other, they were desperately
trying to cover their most private places with their hands. This was not
all that effective. Jenna managed to get her sweats over her hips, and her
tee shirt down. And Jade managed to grab some of her removed clothing and
hold it over her front. Their minds were just beginning to comprehend what
their eyes had seen of each other moments before. Jade could not help
noticing that her little sister was still hairless between her legs. Jenna
discovered that her sister's body was even more incredible than she had
occasionally glimpsed, and that her sister shaved down
there. . . completely! Jenna tended to have fantasies involving older
people, and Jade just the opposite. Each had seen, for a brief shining
moment, the object of their desires. Both of them realized this on some
unconscious level. They were also a family, and family did not behave as
they just did. Both felt recalcitrant now. Almost simultaneously, they
began to apologize to the other. This quickly degenerated into tears.
Naturally, a hug was eventually in order. They eventually managed to crack
smiles, and soon they were laughing like . . . well like sisters!
Jade was the older, so she took the lead and suggested they change
for dinner. Jade walked into the bathroom, giving Jenna a view of her
incredible behind. It almost made Jenna want to work out too. After a
brief shower, Jade was none the worse for wear. Jenna quickly changed in
the room, but felt all icky, and thought she should also shower. She
reminisced about the glimpses of her sister's body. It had turned her on.
She thought back on how it was that she found herself in this predicament
in the first place. It was that video! She had reached boiling point, and
must have popped her cork. The slickness between her labial lips confirmed
her theory. She remembered how the video made her all tingly, and, yes
horny! She resisted touching herself, but did remember flexing her thigh
muscles for some relief. She deduced she must have had an orgasm, then
passed out or fell asleep. That Dr. Jenniffer was a very naughty doctor to
have created such . . . nasty stuff! Yet oddly, watching gave Jenna a
pleasant sensation from head to toe. She wished she could be in her room
for the evening. She wanted to explore that part of her body that today,
gave her so much trouble.
Eventually they were both ready to join their mother and her cousin
for dinner. Somehow the girls felt closer than ever, after their little
incident. They walked downstairs hand in hand. They were somewhat shocked
by the condition of the adults. Both Astrid and Jenniffer looked
plastered! There were two empty magnum-size wine bottles on the table.
The room smelled funny too. It was her toiletry samples! They had been
indulging. Too bad no one knew that the chemicals within began to do their
work of eliminating inhibitions, and combined with the alcohol, the effect
was much more unpredictable. Jade hoped they didn't open every damn bottle
of the expensive crèmes and ointments. Even Jenna was now curious about
the numerous bottles, and joined the adults in testing the fragrances.
"What's all this stuff?" Jenna asked. "Your sister brought
complementary samples of some cosmetics and toiletries. The stuff smells
just divine!" Astrid commented. "I've never heard of this line, but it
looks expensive. I too like the smell!" Jenniffer put her own two cents
in. Jade was dismayed to see that they went through everything. At least
she was given a generous supply, and there were multiples of each product.
"How about dinner, I'm famished!" Jade hoped that would distract everyone
from pawing her stuff, and yet she really was hungry.
Supper was exotic! Having two cooks, and a bunch of booze, made
for an adventurous tasting meal. The wine continued to flow, and even the
girls got some, something their mother usually refrained from under most
circumstances. By dinner's end, the sisters were a little tipsy, and the
adults quite hammered. Astrid and Jenniffer were acting like teenagers and
laughed at everything and anything. Jade became jealous when it was made
slip, that they were going car shopping on Saturday. Car shopping for
Jenna's sixteenth birthday, which was still a month off. And the kicker
was, Jenna didn't have to pay for it! `Spoiled brat' thought Jade. Jade
had bought her own vehicle with her own money, and her little sister was
getting a free ride. They hardly even asked her about her first day at
work! Oh well, Jade loved her sister, and getting her own car and driver's
license would take the pressure off of her having to drive little sis
everywhere. Of course, little sis wasn't so little anymore. She was
turning into quite a looker! It might almost be fun to be with her. Two
really hot looking young women. . . the attention it would get!
With bellies full and happy and conversation at an ebb, it was time
to retire for the evening. Everyone had to grab a fistful of `Burning
Bush' products before they retired. Jade took what was leftover with her.
Jenna went with her sister. The grownups cleaned up a little, and retired
to the porch for some cigar action. Jenniffer did not smoke, at least not
cigarettes. Cigars were a different matter. One did not inhale them.
They were a ritualistic way to punctuate a successful event. Astrid also
did not smoke, but cigars and pipes were exempted from the self-imposed
ban. Her late husband had impressed the activity upon her. She retrieved
a portable humidor from the den, and offered cousin Jenniffer first pick.
There were many to choose from. Some were your basic five dollar cigar,
while others cost hundreds of dollars. The doctor cleverly ferreted out a
Partagas 150, quite expensive. Astrid defaulted to her usual Arturo Fuente
Churchill (candela wrapped). A few loving strokes with her folding CRKT
carbon fibre M-16 pocket knife, and the cigar was ready for burning.
Jenniffer had her own equally effective technique for baptizing the end of
a cigar, and soon they were enveloped in cool, relaxing smoke. The
afterglow of the meal, alcohol, and good relations was satisfying in the
extreme. The drugs in the products Jade brought home from school also
exerted their influences, albeit covertly.
Meanwhile the sisters wound their way to Jade's bedroom. It was a
little awkward at first, despite the alcohol. The sisters looked at the
single bed, and though a `California King' in size, it was ONE BED. They
had not slept together in years. The prospect was exciting to the both of
them. It was decided that they would flip a coin for who got to use the
bathroom first. The other would change in the bedroom. Jade got to go
first, and by the time she had peed, brushed, and cleaned up; she noticed
that Jenna was fast asleep. Jade covered her sister with the down
comforter. She could not resist a peek under it, which revealed `sis in a
powder blue camisole top, and matching panty. If she weren't so tired, she
might try and have a little fun with her sister. Being the responsible
one, Jade set the alarm and drifted off to sleep before her head had
settled on the pillow.
In the dream, Jenna was again aware of her father. He seemed to be
in a fog, and trying to reach out to her. She awoke unsettled, before the
alarm crowed. She thought of the exciting plans earmarked for today, and
that eased her emptiness. She looked at her beautiful sister, still
sleeping, and looking like an angel. Apparently she had fallen asleep
prematurely the night before. She felt she really needed that shower.
Jenna decided to use the facilities first, and prevent any possible
embarrassment. She soaped up her tight teenaged body, and let the water
jets massage her. She was still feeling horny from that blasted video.
She replayed some of it in her mind, and had to stop before she got carried
away with her fingers. How much had her sister seen of her vulgarly
displayed pelvis, after she fell asleep watching the video? She recalled
that she too, had gotten a nice look at Jade. It was all so deliciously
naughty. She reached for some of the new products Jade had brought home
last night. The shampoo smelled great. The conditioner even better. The
body wash was exquisite, and the cosmetics she would try after the shower
were exciting her. Yes, today would be a special day. She was getting a
brand new car, and she didn't have to pay for it. But what should she get?
What was the budget? She decided to do a little checking on the internet
before the others roused. She would show them she could be responsible,
just like her older sister. A little research, and she would have her list
of candidate cars! Of course she really didn't know much about them, but
her mind simplified the task down to several criteria. Since she was not
paying for it, the price was not a huge factor. She was not going to pay
for the insurance or gasoline. She figured that the car's personality was
to her the most important thing.
She dried her body after the envigorating shower. Thankfully, the
mirror was fogged, so she did not have to embarrass herself by looking at
her reflected nakedness. The cosmetics Jade had brought home intrigued
Jenna. Her body was all tingly from the shower, and she felt like really
laying on the paint! Normally she wore little or no make up, but today was
to mark her rite of passage in a way. She wanted to look more adult, and
felt the make up would help. She wanted her clothes to match her new mood
today. This task would require some thought! But first to make a car
list, and get that task out of the way. She put on the robe, and went to
her sister's computer. With the satellite connection, downloads were at a
speedy one megabyte per second! In no time at all, her list was done, and
the alarm had gone off. She felt as though she had drank ten cups of
coffee this morning. With every passing moment, she was getting more
revved up.
She tossed her pillow at her sister. "Wake up sleepybones! Today
is my special day. I don't want to be late for my own special event
because of my lazy sister." She emphasized the word lazy, knowing that her
sister was anything but. That would get her going. Jade gave her a
disgusted look, and after some time, managed to get up and drag herself to
the bathroom mumbling under her breath. `The shower will help you' thought
Jenna. Now it was time for the all important clothes. Most of that was
still in her closet. No problem, she would march over to her own bedroom
and get what she needed. She knocked, but there was no answer. She opened
the door gingerly. There was `cousin' Jenniffer. . . sprawled on her bed,
still asleep. She was all tangled up in the bedding. Jenna couldn't tell
which end was which! That made it even easier to get what she needed. It
took longer than she expected, but when she had the pile picked out, she
raced back to her sister's room to put everything on. She deliberately
made some noise on the way out, to get Jenniffer cracking. This was going
to be a special day for her.
Jade was in the bathroom. That wouldn't do. Jenna decided to
finish getting ready downstairs, that way she would not be disturbed. No
one seemed about, so she dragged her stuff to the bathroom and dressed.
First and foremost were the foundation garments. She was feeling like a
woman today. That meant a minimal pink thong, as embarrassing as it was.
On top, the B-cups had to be accented, yet restrained. A matching lace bra
with underwire. Tight white wrangler boot-cut jeans and a black suede
leather jacket that had a superb v-cut and a native motif in beads and
bone. She left it unbuttoned so that the bra screamed: Hey I'm not wearing
a blouse! She looked in the mirror when all was said and done.
Outstanding! She did not usually dress so outlandishly, but she wanted
center stage today. She went to make breakfast, and put on the whole house
stereo. Those sleepy heads better get their asses moving, and soon. Jenna
looked at her car list. She had three choices highlighted. After some
very brief thought, and a mouthful of English Muffin, she decided that
choice number two and three were a compromise, so she crossed them out. No
seconds for this little girl, not today!
The others stumbled down soon afterward. They seemed a little
disoriented, especially her mom and cousin. But what mattered most now to
Jenna was keeping her emotional high going. Her sister volunteered to
drive them to Denver, so after a quick breakfast, they piled into the
diesel truck and off they went. Jade could smell the liberal use of her
sample products on the cabin's occupants. She couldn't blame them; the
products seemed addicting (actually they were). Everyone had a slight buzz
from the excitement and the chemical processes inflicted on their bodies by
these mind altering drugs. About three quarters of the way there, someone
thought to ask specifically what kind of cars they were planning to look
at. Everyone looked at Jenna and her mother. Jenna waved her list. She
read it. The truckful of girls looked at one another in disbelief. They
weren't even sure what these cars were, until Jenna read the third brand on
her list, which was crossed off now. In a whirlwind of activity and
passion, it got decided that this third car on the list was about as much
as Astrid was willing to spend. The others were simply too expensive for a
young teenager. Jenna had mixed emotions. On one hand they did not spoil
her as she had wanted; and on the other, the car was still a good one by
all accounts, and free to her. Jade was pissed. She gave her sister
smouldering looks that Jenna seemed oblivious to. Jade's head was spinning
from the days' events. Her mother had just written a check for over three
hundred thousand dollars, and Lamborghinis were terrible in the snow! The
automobile was to be delivered in one month, just in time for Jenna's
actual birthday. Jenna could not even pronounce the name of her shiny
black birthday present (Murcielago). Jade knew something was `rotten in
Denver'. Could it possibly be effects of the free samples from the school?
Is this what is causing the crumbling of the world around her? Was it
anger that helped to penetrate the sensual fog of the mysterious drugs that
may be present in the samples? She promised to herself on her dead father
she would find out, one way or another. And when she does, there will be
hell to pay!!!
End Chapter 5
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