From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Raping Charlotte   
      
       (Mg[11]-1st rape anal oral voy hs teen ped)   
      
       By Aaron Webster   
       The Story (4,390 words)   
      
       Monday, 4th September 2000.   
      
       "Charlotte!", Stephen James yelled up the stairs to his stepdaughter,   
   "Get up, will you?  You'll be late for school!"   
      
       When no reply came back, Stephen trudged wearily upstairs to the young   
   girl's bedroom.  Pushing the door open, he looked in to see that the 11   
   year old was still sleeping soundly.  He could just see the dark curly hair   
   on the very top of Charlotte's head peeking out from the top of the duvet,   
   which engulfed the rest of her body.   
      
       She stretched languidly, as she began to stir and one leg emerged from   
   under the covers.  Stephen swallowed as he realised that her Barbie nightie   
   was rucked up over her hips and that she was wearing nothing beneath it.   
   If he looked hard enough he could just make out her...  Stephen looked   
   sharply away - Sally's daughter was growing up fast and he realised that he   
   was going to have to resist serious temptation in the coming years.  Even   
   now he struggled with the desire to reach out and gently stroke that   
   slender young limb that lay exposed before him.  Just a paternal loving   
   stroke.  There could be nothing wrong with that could there?  A tender   
   stroke from the top of her girlish thigh to the tip of her slender ankle.   
   Or maybe the other way...   
      
       Stephen felt himself harden and forced himself to look away from his   
   stepdaughter's alluring form.  He looked to the floor where her uniform lay   
   neatly folded, where Sally had left it this morning, before she went to   
   work.  Her white cotton panties, black buckled shoes, white knee socks and   
   school tie sat on top of her short grey pleated skirt, which in turn lay on   
   top of her white school blouse.  Hanging on the knob of the chest of   
   drawers was Charlotte's training bra, with a post-it note, in her mother's   
   handwriting, that said "wear me!".  Stephen smiled.  The young girl's   
   breasts had just started to bud that summer and she was terribly   
   self-conscious about wearing the thick white bra.  Yes, their little girl   
   was growing up fast.   
      
       Stephen coughed and said "Charlotte.  You'll be late for school.  You   
   don't want to miss your first day of high school" When he saw the young   
   girl begin to stir, he discretely left.  As he past the bathroom door.  He   
   banged on it.  "Andy!" he called, "You can get a move on as well!" Andy was   
   a year older than Charlotte, and starting to make the bathroom his second   
   home.   
      
       In the bathroom, Andy heard the knock and somehow summoned the presence   
   of mind to mumble something in reply.  Saying anything coherent was a   
   little difficult at the moment as he struggled with an unremitting teenage   
   erection.  His current fantasy involved the Scooby Doo mug he kept his   
   toothbrush in - or more specifically with the character of Daphne on it.   
   Why had he never noticed before what short skirts she always wore?  He   
   pictured himself as the wolf man sneaking up behind her when she got   
   separated from the rest of the gang.  He might be only 12, but he would   
   jump down on her and knock her to the ground.  And when he had done that   
   and her little skirt had slid up her thighs, he would jump on top of her   
   and thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and...   
      
       "Andy!" a voice called and he groaned, "are you finished in there yet?"   
   It was his kid sister.  Reluctantly, Andy pushed his unyielding boner back   
   into his black school trousers, and held a towel in front of himself as he   
   left the bathroom.  He shuffled past his sister, who was still wearing her   
   nightie and carrying her neatly piled and only once worn school uniform.   
      
       As he entered his own bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, Andy looked   
   back.  His little sister had left the bathroom door ajar and so he could   
   see her as she took off her Barbie nightie and revealed her naked body   
   beneath.  He watched her get into the shower and soap her little breasts.   
   With her slim waist and rounded bum, Charlotte's body was no longer quite   
   that of a child.  Andy lay on his front on the bed, rubbing himself against   
   the cloth as he watched his little sister.  Just as he thought he might   
   explode inside his school trousers, Andy heard his step-dad calling him to   
   breakfast.  With great reluctance Andy heeded the call.   
      
       When Charlotte got out of the shower, she was refreshed and awake and   
   feeling quite enthusiastic about her first day at senior school.  She dried   
   herself thoroughly and stood naked in front of the sink to brush her teeth.   
   She badly needed to pee, but she deliberately refused to go straight to the   
   toilet.  It was a game to her - a pleasant sort of agony, to put off going   
   until the need became unbearable.   
      
       She brushed her teeth slowly and deliberately and then she began to get   
   dressed.  She started with that new bra.  She didn't like to wear the ugly   
   thing, it made her feel self conscious.  She pulled it across her little   
   adolescent breast buds and fumbled for an age with the catch.  Every second   
   that she took, made the agony of wanting to piss all the more excruciating.   
      
      
       Next she put on the white school blouse.  She had only worn it once   
   before to test the fit and then it had been taken away, washed and   
   carefully ironed by her mother.  She picked up the grey pleated skirt and   
   wrapped it round her hips.  She twirled in front of the mirror and the grey   
   cloth brushed pleasantly past her bare hips.  She still needed to pee, so   
   she left her panties on the floor for the moment, as she didn't want to   
   leak into them.   
      
       Charlotte carefully tied her school tie and pulled up her white knee   
   socks.  Finally she added her black shoes to the ensemble and straightened   
   up to admire herself in the mirror.  Very smart.  Charlotte smiled.  Like   
   her mother she took great pride in her appearance.   
      
       Charlotte felt a spasm of sweet pain pass through her nether regions.   
   She really needed to wee badly now, but she forced herself to carefully   
   bush and tie her lustrous dark hair, that hung in curls to her upper back.   
   By now the need really was unbearable, to the extent that Charlotte nearly   
   bent double, when the next spasm came.  The pretty schoolgirl breathed   
   deeply, took one last look at herself in the mirror, smiled and then,   
   flipping up the hem of her little skirt, she sat on the toilet.  A rush of   
   urine flooded into the pan and the pleasure of release was overwhelming.   
   Now that she was growing up this game felt even more pleasurable than it   
   had when she was a much smaller child - and even more naughty.   
      
       She dried her privates as best she could, but even then, Charlotte   
   couldn't quite stop a few spots of wee dotting her white panties, once she   
   had pulled them over her shoes and up to her thighs.   
      
      
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