opportunity to explain a bit of history to them, and how the presence of a maidenhead was considered a sign of purity to the husband — who was considered to be all but her owner. Both were more than a little indignant at that idea, and expressed the attitude that nobody was going to own them… something that was music to my ears.
Each knowing the particulars of her situation, they were willing to begin careful experimentation with the idea of penetration. Their first efforts were extremely brief and tentative, but they slowly got more used to the idea, and comfortable with the act. To my infinite delight, I was called on to assist several times, and privy to witnessing many more. I was there to watch when Gail succeeded in getting nearly her entire finger inside her older sister, and the near-ecstasy on Emma's face that resulted. That only prompted Gail to greater willingness for Emma to do the same to her, with almost identical results. Both girls took great care not to actually break their (or each others) hymen — but they weren't above stretching the hell out of them.
As the weeks passed, two different aspects of their sexuality became closer and closer for both girls — their comfort with having something inside themselves, and their willingness to have my erect cock directly stimulating their genitals. Not once did I suggest to either of them that anything should happen between us, nor did I ever attempt anything like coitus with them; it was invariably at their suggestion that they would rub themselves against my erection, or that I would gently ease the end of my finger through the portal of their womanhood. I was also taking every opportunity to increase and prolong their arousal and pleasure; rather than just help them have increasingly stronger orgasms, I would also take a little more time in how long it took for those orgasms to happen. In return, they learned to take their time about bringing me, and each other, to climax, as well.
There was going to be a movie on cable TV that all of us wanted to see, so I invited the three of them over to watch it on my big-screen TV, instead of the smaller one that they'd had to settle for after the divorce. Andrea also let me spring for pizza with only a token amount of protest, which delighted the girls.
It wasn't too late when the movie finally ended, and Emma and Gail sat and listened when Andrea and I started talking. She said something about Emma's upcoming fifteenth birthday (just a couple of weeks distant), and I turned to ask Emma what she wanted. I was a little surprised when she told me 'There's only one thing I want, but it's something Mom would have to help me with.'
When I looked at Andrea, I could see that she was even more surprised than I was before she asked 'Then what do you want, Em?'
Looking straight at her mother, Emma calmly dropped a bombshell into the middle of my living room by answering 'All I want for my birthday is for you to make an appointmet for me so I can start using birth control.'
Andrea immediately turned to look at me — and must have seen that I didn't have any more idea of where Emma had come up with it than she did. Turning back to Emma, Andrea asked 'Do you need birth control?', more than a little suspiciously.
Emma remained calm, and simply answered 'No, not yet. But I want to be ready, for when I do need it.'
'Don't you think maybe you're a little young?', Andrea wanted to know.
' I don't think I am. Mom, I'm not having sex yet — I'll go to the doctor any time you want, and he can tell you that I'm still a virgin. I'm asking you to let me start using birth control so that I can make sure that there aren't going to be any problems or anything before I stop being a virgin.
I've heard you talk, sometimes, and I've heard you say that you had to change your prescription three times before you and the doctor found the right thing. If I'm going to have problems like that, then I want to get them over with as soon as possible, is all. I just want to be ready for when I am ready to start having sex.'
Andrea looked like she wanted to argue the matter, but I cleared my throat, and when she looked at me, I gave my head a minute shake to let her know not to. She turned back to Emma (and a visibly stunned Gail), and told her 'You're asking for something pretty serious, you know. I'll have to think about it before I can say what I'll do. For now, I think it's time you two went home.'
Gail and Emma both looked at me, and I gave them as reassuring a smile as I could before they started toward the door. When they were gone, Andrea turned to me and demanded 'Why did you want me to stop talking to her?'
'Because it looked like you were about to make a pretty big mistake, and do something that I don't think you would have been very happy about afterwards.'
'What do you mean?'
'It looked like you were about to start arguing with her about it, and I don't think it would have done you any good. You'd probably keep trying to argue with her about it, and not getting anywhere, until you finally said something that would probably sound like a threat to her. I've got the distinct impression that she's pretty damn serious about what she wants; I think you'd know it, too, if you'd stop and think about it. So if you DID say something like that, she wouldn't back down — which means that you'd either have to back down yourself, or actually follow up on what you said. I don't expect that you'd be willing to back down, being her mother and all, so you'd do what you said you would. Except that she's as serious about what SHE wants as you are about what YOU want, so she wouldn't figure that she had any choice but to do what she meant to in the first place. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that what we're talking about here is so damn serious, and potentially irreversible.'
'How so?'
'Andrea, we're talking about your daughter here, and whether or not she has birth control when she needs it. Think about it, dammit! If she's thinking about sex seriously enough to ask you to help her get birth control, do you honestly think that she's going to give up on the idea just because you tell her 'no'? Or do you think she'll just go with whatever she can get hold of, and roll the dice? I looked it up one time, and the Pill and IUDs are the most reliable methods available; everything else comes in pretty far back. So if she can't use something that she needs a doctor visit for, the chance that she actually gets pregnant goes up pretty damn fast — and I'm sure you realize that 'pregnant' isn't a 'little bit' kind of thing; she can't be only forty percent pregnant because the foam or gel or whatever she used was sixty percent effective. I think if I hadn't stopped you then, you'd probably have ended up in an argument with her, and finally told her you wouldn't do it. Then when she decided she was ready, she'd have to settle for something that didn't work as good as she could have gotten if you'd helped her — and she'd almost certainly find herself pregnant way sooner than she'd be ready to take care of a baby. I think you'd better stop thinking about her like she's still your little girl, and realize that she's becoming a young woman, and that she's going to want — have! — to start learning how to make her own decisions so she can grow up. She's damn near fifteen, Andrea, and if she'd having periods, then she's at least physically able to get pregnant and have kids. You can't keep treating her like she's still five years old, because she isn't, and never will be again. Are you really ready to start being called 'Grandma' just because you got pissed off and told her something you shouldn't have?'
I could see I'd stunned her, and took a deep breath before continuing 'I'm telling you what I think, but I'm only going to tell it to you once; if you can't or won't help her learn how to be an adult, then you're either going to lose her completely because she feels like she has to get away by running away or moving out — sooner than she should, probably — so she isn't smothered by you, or you're going to have her for the rest of your life because you won't turn her loose. From the day you gave birth to her, your job was to teach her how to become an adult — responsible, mature, and thinking. She told you she wanted to get started on birth control, and why; and from where I sat, it sure as hell sounded like she was doing just what you should be wanting her to.
You need to decide if you're going to help her be those things; or if you're going to let the fact that you don't like what she wants get in the way, and fuck everything up.'
It was the first time I'd ever spoken to Andrea that way — either tone or language, and it definitely got her attention. How much impact it had, or good it would do… those were remained to be seen. But from the expression on her face, I knew that she couldn't deny to herself that the problem wasn't really as simple or obvious as she thought it was, or pretend she didn't know just how high the stakes were.
