The two youngsters stood in abject humiliation in front of their father, John Hood. They were dressed in their bathrobes, and Lynn still wore her shoes and knee socks. Lori was naked beneath the robe.
"I am utterly shocked!" John was saying, for the hundredth time. Wes, the uncle neither girl had ever seen, sat on the couch, fiddling with his hands in his lap. He looked as unhappy as the pair of girls. Little did they know, he was enjoying this show immensely!
"What on earth were you two DOING, anyway? I can't believe it! My own daughters!"
John sighed deeply, in sincere disgust, and shook his head sadly.
"What am I going to do with you two?"
He spoke quietly. He was extremely upset, not only by the actions of his lovely young daughters, but by their timing. Why did this have to happen just as his brother returned from Australia?
He tightened his jaws.
He lifted his eyes to glare at the smaller girl.
"Lori!"
Lori jumped.
"Yes, daddy?" her voice quivered.
"Take your robe off."
The girl looked desperately at her sister, her eyes wide, her mouth fallen open.
"Daddy?" she questioned, almost pleading.
"Take your robe off, Lori," John commanded quietly.
Lori slowly lifted her hands to the soft cloth belt that held her bathrobe closed, and pulled on the slip knot. The edges of the terrycloth slipped apart, and Lori shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it slide down her bare arms as far as her elbows. She held it up for a few seconds.
"Off," John said.
The robe dropped to the floor in a billow of softness at the small girl's feet.
She was blushing thoroughly.
"Stand straight, girl!" John said firmly. Lori quickly pulled her shoulders back, lifting her small beauties into prominence.
The father turned his eyes toward Lynn. She blushed an even deeper red, closed her eyes.
"Lynn."
He waited. She wet her lips.
"Lynn!"
She undid the belt, dropped the robe around her "Open your eyes, Lynn," John said sternly.
Lynn opened her eyes, pulled her shoulders back. Wes almost had a heart attack, seeing those glorious jugs again!
John paid neither girl any attention. He was concerned about showing his brother that he was the master in this house, and that he would tolerate… – what? He had to admit, it had excited him to find his girls embracing each other's naked body. It had given him one of the hardest cocks of his life! He raised his eyes once more to the two naked teens.
God!
He glanced over at his brother. Was that the trace of a grin? That was certainly no sock in his crotch!
Hmmmmmmm…
John sat back in his chair and simply eyed the two young girls awhile.
How lovely you two are!
Lynn, with her huge breasts thrusting firm and high from her chest-Lori, with her small, sweetly-shaped, tiny-nippled, pointed little titties…
How sweet!
John took a deep breath, and then pronounced sentence on the two children.
"Since you two want to make love with each other, you have my permission!" John kept his voice firm and strong, trying not to reveal his excitement.
Lynn glanced at her sister. Lori was scared stiff!
"No," John said.
Lori had not heard him, and Lynn paused a moment, hoping against hope that she had not heard him right!
"Now!"
Lynn grabbed her sister's arm as Lori sagged downward, almost fainting from terror and humiliation, and pulled her up. As she did so, Lori leaned against her, moaning and rolling her head on Lynn's bare shoulder.
Lynn supported Lori's weight as long as she could, but when the smaller girl really did faint, Lynn could only lower her gently to the floor.
When she stood back up, she lifted her robe, slipped it back around her shoulders.
"I would have let you look at me all evening long-both of you!" she cried. "But I can't make love to my own sister! You don't understand what you saw in my bedroom! We weren't making love! We weren't!"
It was during this little speech that Wes felt the first hard pangs of real love for this big-breasted youngster, and after he cleared his throat to get his brother's attention, he frowned and shrugged in a signal that John understood as maybe she's telling the truth.
As for Lynn, she belted the robe tightly around her body. She was fully prepared to reveal her knowledge of her father's night-time adventure in Lori's room, if he decided to press this disciplining as far as he obviously had intended.
"Cover your sister!"
Lynn knelt-she was going to anyway-and drew her robe over her sister's body. Lori was coming around now, and weeping with fear.
"Shhhhhhh, Lori, Lori, it's all right," Lynn whispered.
Lori clung to her sister's arms, and let herself be lifted to her feet and helped down the hallway to her bedroom.
There, Lynn laid her on her bed and threw the blanket up over her bare legs. Then, taking a deep breath for courage, she went back out to the living room and sat down.
She crossed her legs and bent over, untied her shoes, then slipped the socks down her calves and off her feet. She tucked the socks neatly inside the shoes, and placed the shoes under the chair she was sitting in, then straightened back up to face the two men-on their own terms!
"Daddy, Uncle Wes. Lori and I are virgins. We have never been touched. But we are also over the age of consent. What you saw, down in my bedroom, was she sought the right word, "… was an experiment. We… are different, Lori and I. It is an obvious difference. I have very large breasts, and Lori has small ones. Well, we wanted to… see what we looked like… and find out what we… felt like. And that's what we were doing. And I don't think that's wrong!"
She crossed her arms over her chest, and waited.
Wes leaned forward on the couch.
"Um, Lynn. It may not be my place to speak to you about this… affair," he looked at John as he spoke, a glance that asked permission to continue. John nodded. Wes said, "But what you should try to understand is this. Your father and I saw two girls embracing and kissing, kissing each other's breasts. Kissing is not just seeing, or feeling, is it, honey?"
Lynn shook her head, started to defend herself again, but Wes cut her off.
"So you can see how your father must have interpreted what he saw, can't you?"
"Yes, but…
"Yes, but there's a name for girls who make love to other girls, sweetheart. Lesbians."
"Yes, I know, but…
"Lesbians. Now both your father and I have had a lot of experience in the real world, the world of work, and more importantly, the world of men and women. Do you see?"
"Yes, I do see, but…
"But nothing, Lynn!" John almost shouted. "If I ever catch you and Lori in such a position, ever, I'll…
"You can see how upset John is, can't you, Lynn? Of course you can." Wes sat back on the couch, satisfied that he'd cleared up everything, settled all the problems.
John was sullen, silent.
Lynn sat still, also silent. But she was baffled. She hadn't gotten in a word in her defense, and neither of the men had said anything at all that made the slightest sense!
"Damn it!" she shouted at them both.
John jerked his head up, and Wes sat up straight!
Lynn leaped to her bare feet, yanking wildly at the belt around her waist. She pulled it free and stripped the soft robe from her body, threw it far aside!
"Damn it! Damn you both!" she yelled. "This is what you really want! Both of you! Well, go ahead and look! I have the biggest damned tits in the world!" She arched her back and pulled her firm belly taut, throwing her jugs high!
"Cindy told me all men want is to hurt and fuck! And she sure must have been right!"
Lynn grabbed her own tits with her hands and squeezed them hard!
"Hurt and fuck!"
She pinched her huge nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled them out away from her knockers, wincing at the pain she was causing herself!