beneath it. “Now, dear, we will take it off for you.”
“B-but, Mother, should I… in front of Lars?” She blushed again.
“Yes dear, of course. Your soul you give to him every time you look at him. But you must learn to give him your body, too.”
“Is it right for me to give him my body, Mother?”
She bent and kissed her daughter softly caressing her temples with her lips, and whispering. “Yes, yes, darling, you must learn to give him your body now. All the fine delicate secrets of your body. Even the ones you don’t know yet. Your mother and sister will teach you.” Gunilla helped her take off the dress, and the little slip under it. Louise was hiding her head in Mother’s shoulder. She was naked except for her pants: all slender and new and childlike.
“Now go to Lars, my darling, and he will take off your pants for you. It is your first gift for him: to stand before him and let him admire your beauty, and then to take off your pants. When he takes off your little panties, you will really belong to him and be holy in the eyes of God. Don’t you want that, Louise? Isn’t that what you’ve wanted most?”
I held out my arms to her, looking deep into her and smiling. Suddenly she came to me and I kissed her, holding her tight with one arm while I stroked her slender nakedness with the other hand.
“Tell Lars now what you are doing, sweetheart. What your present to him is.”
“I am giving myself to you completely, Lars. I-I want you to take off my panties… so I can belong to you… and be holy in the sight of the Virgin.” Her face was full of purity and love. I knew I would do everything to her. Everything. But I knew I would not harm this child. That I would love and care for her. I began taking off her little girl panties.
She blushed again as I did it and put her head against me. I lifted her chin and kissed her as I slipped the pants down to her knees. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.
I lay back in bed the sheet still over me, and pulled her on top, letting her straddle me. I pulled her head down and kissed her, while I stroked her back and worked down her buttocks to her little hairless cunt. As I stroked her, Mother and Gunilla stripped and climbed on the bed. Gunilla began kissing her wetly all over slowly and sensuously. Mother stroked her hair and her little breasts as she continued to outline her program for me.
“You are going to marry Lars next month, Louise, because I know he loves you that way. And because it will please him to take you to big hotels and register. People will be appalled by the idea of this teenager fucking this baby, but he will have the marriage certificate and there will be no way to stop him. You will be his wife and his baby cunt. Gunilla will be his teenage cunt. She is basically a courtesan soul and does not need to be married. Nilla is the kind of girl who delights in being used, who doesn’t want to be respected. She will be his tramp cunt. Annie and the maid-of-the-month will be his servant cunts. I will be his mother and his woman cunt. And I will give him a daughter right away. That way I’ll have milk in my breasts for him. He can nurse at me. He can put me on my hands and knees and lie under me, milking me down in his mouth. And when the girl comes, she will be his. She will be trained to sleep at the foot of the bed. From the beginning, he will lick and suck her. We will put milk on his cock to train her to suck him. As she grows up, she will be trained to think of nothing but him, and fucking, and his pleasure. We will even use hypnotism. Then, when he is thirty, he will have a sixteen-year-old girl to serve him. And she will have a daughter who will be raised the same way, so that when he is 46, he will have a sixteen-year-old adolescent who adores him and pleasures him. And she will have a daughter so that at sixty he will have a. teenage wanton girl to provide him rapture in his bed at night. And she, too, will have a daughter, so that when he is 70, he will have a ten-year-old girl to fuck whenever he wants.”
Louise was very excited. Little tremors ran over her and she murmured things I could not hear against my mouth. Everything was clearly too much for her at once. She could no longer resist anything. Anything.
My fingers had reached her little pussy. They moved on it, caressing the sides, the crack, and the little hole at the end.
Finally, Mother eased her to the bed beside me and pulled aside the sheet. “Do you see this, sweetheart?” she said to Louise, taking my cock in her hand. “This is the hidden treasure of Lars, the love wand which, when he touches us with it, makes us holy… and here is how we do proper reverence to it.” She bent and took the head in her mouth, gently suckling it. Louise was amazed, but she was also very excited. She watched her Mother fascinated.
“Now Nilla,” Mother said. Gunilla let out a little squeal and brought her mouth to my cock. She ran her tongue all over it when it came out of Mother’s mouth. Their mouths met again and again. They alternated having it. Then she took it into her and began to really suck me. I felt the head of it pushing into her throat, her forcing it down her throat!
Mother was stroking and caressing Louise, kissing her softly on her face and murmuring love words to her. My fingers played more and more with her cunt as excitement rose in me. I put a finger to my lips, moistened it, and slipped it into her hole as far as I could-a bit more than the tip-and worked it in her back and forth. She loved it. My other hand reached to Mother’s tits and fondled the hard nipples. Everywhere the joy rose, higher and higher. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene-felt each one of them beside me. But it was a fairy tale-a dream. It couldn’t be true: my mother and my two sisters naked in bed with me. All of us loving each other. Impossible. But I opened my eyes and saw them.
Gunilla was sucking out my soul through that cock. Sucking and sucking me. My lips parted, I moaned. Mother was talking to Louise:
“You feel the boy of love, darling? You see it in Lars? He is just about to come to his ecstasy-his union with God. Love climbs and climbs in him. It is ready to come out, but he needs you to bring his love out.”
“H-how, Mother?” The child whispered.
“Just place your mouth to his love wand and take the end into you. Suck once or twice as you do on a lollypop. That is our love lollypop, dearest. Suck on it-kiss it as Nilla is, and his love will all come out to you. Take it all into your mouth and you will have his love forever. Swallow it, my precious, swallow Lars’s love forever…”
Her hand tugged at Nilla, who moved reluctantly away lying with her head between Mother’s legs and licking at her wet cunt. Louise knelt beside me, and put her mouth to my cock.
“In the name of Jesus our Savior, Oh Love, come to me,” she whispered and took me into her lips. I looked down and saw that infant mouth stretched to hold me, and her eyes looking adoringly at me. I couldn’t hold it. I came spurting into her little throat in a hot cascade of ecstasy. I moaned and moaned while Mother caressed my chest and my stomach.
When I had regained my senses we were all lying curled on the bed hugging each other. The sun was bright outside through the windows. I was in paradise. A paradise of woman. The only paradise. In a while Father would come with more money than I knew of in the world. Everything was mine-everything any boy ever dreamed of. Everywhere I felt them against me. Their flesh, the sacred and holy flesh of woman. Louise in my arms her head buried in my shoulder. Nilla curled against my back. And Mother on the other side of Louise, her arms over us both. The flesh, the dream, the nakedness and the love. Inside J bowed my head to whatever God might be, in reverence for this gift, knowing that it was but the beginning.
