why. Now she was becoming more fearful of her friend than she had been of her father.
“Wonderful! First of all, you have to know what you have going for you. Have you ever looked at your own pussy?”
“Uh huh,” the girl managed to whisper. “Once.”
Brenda sensed the voluptuous nymph's quandary, and slacked off into an attitude of friendly persuasion. She kissed the girl's brow, saying, “That's all right, sweet. I understand. Only you must know what you're working with before you can grasp the point of it. Now, I want to show you something.”
Crawling up on the bed, Brenda flipped over on her back, drew her knees up, then used her forefingers to pry her cuntal lips apart and lay open her slick pink crevice. A milky white fluid was oozing from her vaginal orifice, and beads of the lubricating fluid clung to the flowerlike inner folds.
“Turn around and get close to get a good look, Jo. All cunts are very much alike, and you can get a good idea of what someone else would see if they looked at yours.”
Jo twisted around to kneel on the mattress, stupefied that the woman would go to such extremes to educate her in the mystics of sex. Brenda, poised and confident and self-assured Brenda, was baring her private and personal body to a mere wisp of a girl. It didn't make sense, but she wanted to learn as much as she could while she had the chance.
“Jeez!” she said, staring into the coral maw of Brenda's slit. “You're right! It looks almost like mine!”
“We're both women, honey, and we're expected to perform the same function. Now, I know you've probably never felt inside yourself. See that hole? That's where a man wants to put his cock so bad he'll do damn near anything to get it. Take your middle finger and put it in me. It's all right. It's better if you feel someone else to see what a guy feels. Go ahead. Don't be bashful.”
“Are you sure?” Jo said, aghast. “I mean, my mom said…!”
“I'm not your mother, honey. I'm your friend, and I'm trying to help you. Now, put your finger in me and see what it's like.”
Brenda's smile grew larger as the shapely young virgin lifted a hand, stuck a finger out, then moved it toward her gaping twat. If she was ever going to get Daniel nailed down to a life of marital and sexual bliss, it would have to be through his daughters, and this was only the first step in her plans. Once she had the kids hooked on her side, Alice wouldn't stand a chance, and Dan would be all hers.
“I… I really don't know how to do this, Brenda,” Jo whined. “I've never even done it to myself.”
Brenda reached out and put a hand on the girl's arm. “Don't let it bother you. Women have instincts, and this is one of the most natural ones. What you'll feel inside me is exactly how you are. Remember, it's a lot better to know than remain ignorant.”
Jo filled her lungs, clenched her fist with the one finger extended, then speared her digit into the pink succulent opening. The walls of Brenda's sheath closed around her finger, drawing forth a suppressed gasp of awe.
“Let's see if Jo's awake yet,” Dan whispered to Peggy. “If she is, I want you to make yourself scarce. I want to talk to her privately for a few minutes.”
“Okay.” Peg was trying to think of what could be so private between her father and sister as they approached the door to Jo's room, then stopped. Dan held up an arm for silence, then silently twisted the knob and cracked the door open an inch. They both froze when they saw Jo completely naked, her finger buried to the last knuckle in Brenda's cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dan was so choked with astonishment and rage he temporarily forgot that Peggy was standing at his elbow, viewing the same disgusting scene. When he finally recovered, he pulled the door closed and jerked his head toward the living room.
“You'd better take off, Peg,” he said, his voice cracking. “I don't want to see you for at least an hour.”
The girl had difficulty in acknowledging his order with a nod. What she had seen had jarred her badly, and she was more than happy to have a chance to escape before her father blew up. She took one last glance at the closed door, remembering graphically the sight on the other side, then turned and walked away rapidly without a word or question to her dad.
Taking in air to fill his lungs and trying to quell the raging inferno roiling his bowels, Dan stepped boldly into the room. The woman and girl sensed his presence before they saw him, then they bounded from the bed to stand before him, too perplexed to think of their nudity.
“And just what in the hell is all this about?” Dan asked coldly.
“Please, honey, it's not what you think at all,” Brenda said, extending her hand protectively without being aware of it. “I was only trying to help Jo with some questions that had been bothering her.”
“Oh? Well, that seems to me a pretty strange way to go about it. Are you sure it isn't your problem that you're worried about?”
“Dan, please don't! Not in front of the girl. You'll give her the wrong idea about everything. Let me see you alone for a minute.”
His eyes were hard and icy as he glared at her. “I don't think we have anything to say to each other, Brenda. Why don't you just put your clothes on and leave.”
Even the woman's voluptuous body couldn't still the resentment that boiled inside him. She had violated his trust and lied to him. Performing a lesbian act with his daughter was more than he could stand, and his coolness was like a dark cloud hanging in the room.
“Daddy,” Jo said meekly, “I wish you would talk to her. This was kinda my fault too, and she was only trying to help.”
Dan felt a dead calm creep over him as he scanned the lush contours of their bodies, one a virgin nymph whose tender pussy had never been penetrated by a stiff prick, the other a woman who had admittedly participated in every sexual experience possible for an adult female to indulge in. It slowly dawned on him that it was only natural for Jo to seek out a friendly woman who knew the score and who would be able to teach her the ramifications of sex.
“All right,” Dan said finally, seeing little to be gained by not permitting at least an explanation, “let's go in the living room, Brenda. Jo, you stay here. I may want to chat with you later.”
The brunette gathered up her things, and after giving the girl a consoling smile, followed Dan down the hall and into the front room. She dropped her clothes on the couch, then went to her purse for cigarettes and lit one when she sat down. “Why don't we have a drink, Dan? I'm sure we could both use one.”
He nodded mutely, glancing at the dark nipples protruding from her immense breasts and the pink curl-fringed slash between her tantalizing thighs before turning toward the kitchen. Returning with two glasses, he handed her one then took a seat directly across from her where he could have a clear view to all her bounteous endowments.
“Okay, Brenda, I'm waiting to hear what you have to say.”
She leaned back with her legs splayed, counting on her more than abundant charms to aid her argument. Taking a moment, she chose her words carefully, realizing this was no time to start a rift between them. “Darling, you've got one very upset little girl on your hands, whether you know it or not. I don't know about Peg, but Jo's in a blue funk. She told me what you two did, and she simply can't understand it. It makes sense, because evidently no one has bothered to sit her down and tell her the facts of life.”
Chagrin made Dan's face flush, and he was at a loss as to how to reply. It wasn't easy to admit anal fornication, with your own daughter, even to someone as close as Brenda. This was something he hadn't expected, and he was momentarily confused as he groped for an explanation, knowing full well that mere was none.
“I know how you must feel, Dan, or at least a little bit of it anyway. Believe it or not, I was once in the same boat that Jo's in now.”
“You were?”
“That's right. It was my dad, too. I was only thirteen when he started horsing around with my tits and cunny, and a few months later he went all the way and fucked me.”
