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A Love Lost ~ A Love Found
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The material herein is fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. It contains themes of incest and underage sexual activities. If you are offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone nor endorse any of the activities described in this story.

bf 16/15, Mf 15, MF, father/daughter, first, oral, anal, mast, con, slow, action, long, romantic

Mark is devastated when he loses Lisa, the love of his young life, but finds love again and it's not with who he expected.

Part One - North Carolina 1999

Chapter One

"NO!" she shouted. "Mr. Johnson, please, don't do this. Think of your job. If you stop now and take me home, I'll not say a word, I swear." Lisa tried reasoning with him, thinking it would make him stop and reconsider raping her, but it didn't seem to be working. He had taken his pants and underwear off and she felt more and more helpless in the back of his van. Was this how she was going to lose her virginity, at the hands of her Junior High Math teacher instead of some boy she loved? She now regretted accepting his offer to take her home, if only her father had not made that phone call.


"Sorry Lisa, but something's come up at the bank and I won't be able to pick you up for another hour," Lisa's father said.

"Okay Dad, I'll hang around the mall. I'll call you if I manage to get a ride home." Lisa went back inside the mall and wandered aimlessly, trying to kill another hour. She came out of Victoria's Secret with a bag in her hand, containing another pair of cotton panties to add to her extensive collection. Killing time was going to hit her Visa card, but as her father owned a bank, a credit card with the promise not to charge any one purchase over a 100 dollars, was one of the benefits.

Not looking, she turned to head for the food court and bumped into her Junior High Math teacher, James Johnson. The bag fell to the floor, the lime green cotton panties tumbled out. He picked them up.

"I love the color Lisa," he said as he handed them back to her. She hurriedly put them back in the bag, blushing as she did so.

"Sorry Mr. Johnson," she said, "should have looked where I was going."

"That's okay Lisa," he said. "You have a ride home?"

"My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he called and said he'd be another hour."

"I can take you home if you like," he offered.

"No, it's okay, I'll wait, I don't want to inconvenience you."

"Where do you live?"

"Maple lane in Bentwood."

"That's on my way home so it's no inconvenience." She thought for a few seconds. She really didn't want to hang around the mall for another hour, and although all the girls thought Mr. Johnson was creepy and a bit of a pervert always trying to look down the front of their blouses or brushing against them accidentally, she thought a ten minute ride home was harmless enough. He was her teacher after all, and it would mean his job if he tried anything.

"Okay," she said and followed him out to his van. As they pulled onto the four lane highway, she took her Nokia 5110 out of her pocket.

"What are you doing?" he demanded. She was a little shocked at his harsh tone.

"Calling my dad to tell him he didn't have to pick me up." He snatched the phone out of her hand.

"That's not necessary," he said, putting the phone in his pocket. She started to panic and went to open the door, but they were going at over sixty miles an hour and there was no way she was going to jump out.

"Please stop, I want to get out," she pleaded, now regretting ever accepting his offer.

"You're not going anywhere Lisa," he snarled, as he turned onto a dirt road, the van slewed sideways, almost out of control. He yanked the wheel in the opposite direction, correcting the skid. Lisa was now in full panic mode. Not only was she sure she was going to be raped, but more than likely murdered, as he was not going to let her go, knowing full well that she would run straight to the police.


At the same time as the Ford Transit took a left onto the dirt road, Mark Lewellyn was parking his motorbike at the rear of a Waffle House. Mark was not your typical teenager, he possessed way more street smarts than his peers, and could beat up boys two or three years older, six inches taller, and fifteen pounds heavier. Those boys who decided he was an easy mark to pick on, didn't expect a Tasmanian Devil of a sixteen year old, who didn't stop until the other boy was bloodied and beaten. His father was a janitor at the police academy, so Mark got to use their shooting range as well as their practice weapons. At the age of ten, Mark was a better marksman than many of the academy graduates.

It was a warm Tuesday in mid-June, and school had just let out for the summer break a few days earlier. He had ridden his Norton Dominator from the house he lived in with his father, and parked it in the back of the Waffle House on the edge of town. He parked there so he could take a short cut across farmer Owens' land to get to a little known swimming hole, where he was going to hook up with his friend Sam Carmichael. His short cut took him through a small copse of oaks and sycamores. On the far side was a dirt road that ended at the tree line. It was a popular spot for lovers to make out or have sex. The side of the road was littered with opened foil packs and used condoms. Junkies also liked to hang out there to shoot up, throwing their bloody syringes on the ground.

As Mark approached the exit on the far side of the copse, he spotted a dark blue Ford panel van that was shaking slightly. Nothing unusual and he was going to give it a wide berth, as he remembered the old adage - 'don't come a-knocking if the van's a-rocking.' Then he heard a girl's voice, obviously under duress.

"No! Please don't, I'll not say anything I promise." Then he heard her scream. As he opened the side sliding door, he was greeted with the sight of a guy's white ass. The man, who was easily over 200 pounds, was struggling with a young girl, trying to force her legs open. Her cotton dress was up around her waist, and her panties hung off one leg. The man was surprised at the sudden intrusion; he turned around, and as he saw Mark he smiled.

"Get lost punk," he snarled.

"Let her go," Mark said as firmly as he could.

"Fuck off dick head," he replied. When Mark didn't move, the man got out of the van, his semi-erect penis pointing straight out. Mark laughed at the sight of a man in a business jacket, white shirt and tie, with no pants and his dick waving in the wind.

"I'm gonna wipe that smile off your face mother-fucker," he said, as he took two steps toward Mark. He stopped dead in his tracks and doubled over, as Mark's tan Timberland boot made contact with his testicles. He groaned loudly, but to Mark's surprise he didn't writhe on the ground as expected but started to raise up. To finish it off, Mark's jammed the heel of his right hand into the man's nose, instantly breaking it, blood spurting out. 'Damn, this guy won't go down,' Mark thought. He got up and staggered toward Mark, blood pouring from his nose, and as he lunged at Mark, Mark side stepped and stuck a foot out, punching the man on the side of his jaw as he was going down. The man tripped and fell forward, landing on a pile of used condoms. As the man rolled over, Mark saw the needle of a used syringe sticking out of his neck.

Wasting no time, Mark grabbed the terrified girl by her hand, but before she let him lead her away, she picked up the Victoria's Secret bag.

"The bastard's not keeping these as a souvenir, "she said. They ran as fast as they could. When they were out of sight of the van, they stopped and bent over with their hands on their knees, panting catching their breaths. When he had caught his breath, Mark held out his hand.

"Mark, my name's Mark Lewellyn," he said, still breathing heavily. She shook his hand. She had heard a lot about Mark Lewellyn but had never met him. She knew of his reputation; he'd been suspended from school three times for fighting. Some of her girl friends told her they had the hots for him; she thought it was because of his reputation for being wild, and some girls got a kick out of hooking up with a boy with a bad reputation. Lisa was not like that.

"Lisa Reynolds," she said. "I can't thank you enough."

"It was lucky I came along when I did. What happened? Do you know that guy?"

"Believe it or not, but he's Mr. Johnson, my Junior High Math teacher. I was at the mall waiting for my dad to pick me up, but he'd just called and said he was running late, so Mr. Johnson offered me a ride home. I tried to call my dad to tell him I had a lift, but Mr. Johnson snatched my phone off me. The next thing I know, he's driving down this dirt road. I should have run as soon as I got out, but I wasn't thinking straight. You think I should report it?"

Mark sighed. "Wouldn't waste your breath Lisa, it's just your word against his, and who's going to believe me, I don't have a very good reputation. Anyway, he's in a world of trouble."


"That parking spot is used by junkies to shoot up, and when he fell a used hypo needle stuck him in his neck. He's probably gonna get some nasty disease, Hep-C being the least of his worries."

"Wow, hope the bastard does. A lot of my friends think he's a pervert. I guess I shouldn't have accepted the offer of a lift, but he's my teacher; I would never have thought he'd try something like that, not in a million years. Just goes to show."

"You wait here while I go get your phone."

"No, don't bother, Dad'll get me a new one, besides that bastard has my panties too, probably thinks they're some sort of trophy. Where were you headed when you saw the van? I mean we're in the middle of nowhere."

"I was taking a short cut to a swimming hole to meet up with a buddy. You wanna come?"

"I don't have any swim wear."

"Aw, we don't bother with that, we always skinny dip. You don't have to if you don't want, you can sit and watch our bare asses." Lisa laughed.

"A laugh, that's better," he said, "first positive thing since almost getting raped." She smiled, she liked his easy-going attitude. They walked the half mile to the small swimming hole, a large bowl shaped area cut into the side of the mountain, fed by a natural spring. Mark's friend Sam was already there swimming around. He saw them coming, and when he saw that Mark had a girl in tow, he quickly got out and pulled on his boxers.

"Hi Mark," he said. "Who's you're friend?"

"This is Lisa, Lisa that's Sam, and watch out for him cuz he thinks he's a ladies man."

"Nah, he's just jealous cuz the girls like me more than him."

"In your dreams Sam, in your dreams."

"Where'd you two meet?" Sam asked. Mark and Lisa looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Am I missing something here?" he asked.

"Well, I was taking my usual shortcut and noticed a van in the spot where the lovers and junkies park."

"Yeah, I know the spot," Sam said.

"Well, Lisa was in the back getting ready to be raped by her math teacher, so I kicked him in his balls and bloodied his nose. He ended up in a pile of used condoms with a used hypo needle in his neck."

"Jeez, he's in for a wild ride, Hep-C not to mention AIDS. Serves him right. A teacher huh, never in a million years would I have thought a teacher to be a rapist."

"That's what I said," Lisa said.

"Well Lisa, you couldn't have a better guy in your corner than Mark. I've seen him in action a time or two."

Lisa looked at Mark with admiration. She had known him for less than an hour, but she liked him a lot, even though they were from totally different backgrounds - he from a blue collar family and she with a privileged upbringing, her father owned the local bank and her mother at nineteen was Miss North Carolina. She thought the old adage that opposites attract was certainly true in their case.

"I know that now," she said.

"Are we going to stand around or skinny dip?" Sam asked. Mark quickly shucked his clothes and jumped off the rocky outcrop into the water, followed by Sam. Lisa decided she was totally safe with these guys; she took off her shoes and socks, pulled her dress over her head, unhooked her bra, and jumped in. Mark swam over and grabbed her round her waist, his hands brushed her breasts sending tingles from her nipples to her pussy. She had never been this excited around a boy before, and never been naked in front of a one either.

They swam for ten minutes then lay on the rocky outcrop, letting the sun dry their bodies. Mark kept looking at Lisa's body, he admired her perky breasts that, even though she was lying down, stood up, with small nipples surrounded by darker pink areolas. She had a smattering of light-brown hair on her mons. As they had walked the half mile to the swimming hole, she had told him she was fifteen, and that she lived in Bentwood Park, an upper class neighborhood. He learned that her father owned a bank, and that her mother had been a beauty queen, which didn't surprise him as Lisa was a stunning beauty herself with long, light-brown hair, fine facial features, pale-blue eyes and full red lips.

As he looked at her body, he thought her pussy was well developed for her age, with inner labia visible in her cleft. Although he'd had sex with four or five girls, none had piqued his interest as much as Lisa did, and he wasn't sure if it was her beauty or the fact that she lived on the other side of the tracks. In either case he liked her a lot. She had an effect on him like no other girl ever had.

Lisa admired Mark's wiry body, he had told her he was sixteen, and she thought he was quite muscular for his age. She kept snatching quick glances at his penis, lying on his leg. Looking at photos or movies of one on the Internet paled in comparison to actually seeing one. It was not fully erect, but was thick with his arousal, arousal from a beautiful naked girl watching him, looking at it. The end was covered with a ruffle of skin and she wondered what if would feel like to hold it, put it in her mouth. A couple of her friends had told her they gave their boyfriends blow jobs, and had filled her in on the details - what it was like to have them cum in their mouths - what it tasted like. Her one friend, Lacy, said she liked it, but her other friend Meredith, said she didn't and spit it out; she said she'd never do it again.

She wondered if she could have any sort of relationship with Mark. She wanted to, as she liked him a lot but knew her parents would frown on it. Her father was a bit of a snob and seemed to care more about what his golfing friends thought. She was at ease around Mark, and he seemed to like her and didn't try and be someone he wasn't, which wasn't always the case with the boys she had dated, trying to impress her.

"I've gotta go," Lisa said, getting up and putting her clothes back on. "My folks will be worried as I should have been home hours ago."

"I'll give you a ride home," Mark offered.


"Yup, I've got a motorbike. You up for that, might get a little breezy with no panties on?" Lisa chuckled, Sam roared.

"No I have panties," she said, remembering that she picked up her Victoria's Secret bag. Both boys watched as she took them out and pulled them on. As she lowered her dress, she noticed that both of them had the start of an erection. She blushed and turned away.

"Well, you won't get a breeze on your pussy after all," Mark said. "Still game?"

"I guess, I've never been on a motorbike before. Thanks Mark, I appreciate it." He got dressed, said goodbye to Sam and walked back the way they came. After a few yards, Lisa slipped her hand in his; he squeezed it. She felt a warm glow inside and her pussy tingled like crazy.


As they got near where the van had been parked, they saw that it had gone, but Lisa's panties where hanging off a low lying tree branch.

"Bastard," she said, as she grabbed them. Then she threw them down.


"What?" he asked.

"That bastard's cum in my panties. What a pervert."

"C'mon, let's go," he said. They took the shortcut through the copse and ten minutes later they were at the back of Waffle House. He gave her the only helmet and helped her put it on. After kick-starting the Triumph's twin 650cc engine, he told her to get on the pillion seat.

"Hold me tight around my waist," he shouted as they rode out of the parking lot. This was a new experience for her, she'd never been on a motorbike before, and as she hugged his waist her breasts were squashed against his muscular back. She had tucked her dress underneath her, so it wouldn't blow up.

He turned his head. "Where'd you live?" he shouted.

"1602 Maple Lane," she shouted back.

"I don't know what to tell my parents, they'll want to know where I've been."

"Leave it to me," he replied.

Fifteen minutes later, after Lisa punched in the four digit code to open the gate, Mark rode down the long driveway and pulled up in front of the house and killed the engine. He put the side stand down and Lisa got off the bike. As he helped her unbuckle the helmet, the front door opened and Lisa's father, George Reynolds, came down the steps and he was angry.

"Where the devil have you been Lisa Anne?" he demanded. He always used both of her names when he was angry, "you said you'd call if you had a ride home. I tried calling you half a dozen times."

"Sorry daddy, I lost track of time and I dropped my phone and it broke. I met Mark here at the mall and we went for a ride."

"And who are you young man?"

"My name's Mark Lewellyn sir," he said holding out his hand. Lisa's father ignored it, he had taken an instant dislike to him, and the fact that he rode a motorcycle didn't help Mark's image in her father's eyes.

"I think you'd better leave, and if I catch you around my daughter again, there will be consequences."

"Daaad, Mark's my friend and you can't stop me seeing him."

"In the house young lady, we'll talk about this later. You'd better go see your mother, as she was having a fit worrying where you were." Lisa whispered her phone number in Mark's ear, turned and ran into the house. Mark put the helmet on, straddled the bike and started the engine. He kicked the side stand up and roared off.

Chapter Two

The next morning, Mark called Lisa at the number she had whispered to him.

Mark: "How'd it go after I left?"

Lisa: "I'm grounded for a week, really sucks as I want to see you again."

Mark: "Yeah, I was afraid of that. I really want to see you too Lisa. I like you a lot."

Lisa's pussy tingled at the thought of kissing him and letting him see her naked again.

Lisa: "You want to come by the house? Dad's at the bank and mom's at some charity thing she's involved with."

Mark:"Is it okay?"

Lisa: "Yes. If you ride by the house and take the next right, there's a park where you can leave the bike. If you follow the trail it goes right behind our house, it's the one with the large swimming pool. Come to the back door. My bedroom window's the first on the left upstairs. If my curtains are closed it's not safe, okay?"

Mark: "Be there in half an hour."


Mark left his bike in the parking lot and took the trail Lisa had told him about. Sure enough, the trail ran past the back of her house and her bedroom curtains were open. He hopped over the fence, and as he approached the back door she opened it and beckoned for him to come in.

"Thanks for coming," she said, as he hugged her. "Follow me." Mark couldn't believe how large the house was, as he followed her through the huge great room and up one of the two flights of the curved staircase. She closed and locked her bedroom door behind them.

He looked around the room, she had a king-size four-poster bed, large dresser and seating area with two armchairs and a small round table. On one wall was a shelf piled high with stuffed animals.

"Wow! nice room Lisa, it's bigger than our whole house." He peered around one of the three partially open doors.

"You even have your own bathroom. Wow!"

"It's strange really Mark, I've only known you for a few hours, but I've been really missing you."

"Me too Lisa." He put his arms around her neck and kissed her passionately. She tilted her head and opened her mouth, giving his tongue full access, sucking it. Her hands fell to his ass and squeezed his cheeks. They broke their kiss and shed their clothes, dropping them on the floor. Naked, they embraced, trapping his erection between their stomachs, kissing each others' necks, eyes, mouths. She put her hand between them and grasped the shaft of his cock.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you naked at the swimming hole." She shoved the dozen throw pillows off the bed onto the floor and pulled the covers back. They both climbed onto the bed, Mark between Lisa's open legs, her cleft parted, exposing folds of moist, bright-pink flesh. He looked at her pussy, with its prominent mons, sprinkled with fine light-brown hairs. Her thin inner labia formed a clitoral sheath, with her small button visible in its protective hood.

"Your pussy is the most gorgeous one I've ever seen." She chuckled.

"How many have you seen?"

"Can't tell," he replied, "I'm not that type." He flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She was breathing hard, as he ran the tip of his tongue around her now firm clitoris, little jerks in her bottom and legs. Then:

"Mark, Mark, Mark. Oh Gawd Mark," she cried, as she arched her back and climaxed. Her whole body shook uncontrollably, as she grabbed handfuls of his hair. Small jerks racked her body for several minutes. Finally they stopped, she sank back into the bed and released his hair, her arms flopped to her sides.

"Wow!" he said, "That was intense."

"That's the best orgasm I've ever had," she said, as she finally regained her composure.

"You wanna fuck?" he asked, hopefully.

"I'm not on the pill."

"That's okay, I'll pull out before I cum."

"Okay, but be gentle," she replied, "I'm still a virgin." Mark shuffled up the bed and put her legs over his hips, the end of his erection lay on her mons, leaking precum into her fine pubic hairs. She was biting her bottom lip with trepidation. She knew she had broken her hymen long ago, but could only get two fingers inside her vagina. He grasped the shaft and rubbed it up and down her moist cleft, pushing aside her plump labia. As he raked across her sensitive clit, she moaned.

"God, my clit is still so sensitive." As he pushed against the opening to her vagina, she tensed up.

"Relax, it'll hurt less if you relax."

"Kay, I'll try." He pushed some more and her vagina dilated a little to allow half of the head to enter, the tight circle of skin around the head was red. Then, without any effort on his part the head popped inside her. She winced.

"You okay?"

"Yes, it was just a twinge. Are you inside me?"

"Yes, look," he replied. "You're so tight." She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked. Her vagina completely encircled the shaft of his cock, stretching more than it had ever stretched before.

"Gawd Mark, you look so big. It feels fantastic though, I've tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a man's cock inside my pussy, now I do. It's much better than I ever imagined." She lay back down as he started to push into her, slowly at first as she was so tight. Then as her juices started to flow mixing with his precum, he pushed a little quicker until he bumped the end of her vagina.

"I felt that," she said. "I feel as I'm stuffed, but it's a good feeling." Mark started stroking in and out of her now very wet vagina, his ball sack hitting her cheeks squashed together by the bed. He could feel the stirrings of his orgasm in his bowels, the warm feeling spreading throughout his groin. He was about to drop into his orgasm and pull out, when Lisa climaxed for the second time.

"Gaaaawd Mark," she cried, as she pulled him down on top of her. She put her legs around his waist and curled her pussy against him, fucking him. He had no control, he was about to cum, he tried to stop but he was too far gone. He tried to pull out, but in her orgasmic bliss, she held him deep inside her.

"Can't help it Lisa," he cried, as his cock swelled and spurted cum hard against her cervix, flooding her with his teeming fluid. She finally calmed down and, as his penis softened, it plopped out and he rolled to her side. She put her hand between her legs and felt his cum leaking out of her pussy.

"You didn't pull out," she said, looking at her semen smeared fingers.

"I couldn't, you were so wrapped up in your orgasm you wouldn't let me."

"Sorry about that, but it felt so good having an orgasm with your cock buried deep inside me, I could feel you spurting inside me." Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the handle rattled.

"Lisa, open the door honey."

"It's my mom," she mouthed, "collect your clothes and hide in the bathroom."

"Just a sec mom." Mark quickly gathered his clothes and went into the bathroom and quietly closed the door. Lisa pulled the covers up over the semen stained sheet, quickly got dressed and opened the door.

"You okay?" her mother asked. "I thought I heard something," she added, looking over her daughter's shoulder.

"I'm fine, I was just taking a nap."

"Lisa, what have we told you about locking your bedroom door? If there was an emergency I couldn't break it open."

"Sorry mom, must have pushed the button by mistake."

"The maid is here and she needs to clean your room okay," she said, turned and left. Lisa closed the door.

"Shit, shit, shit." she whispered. She went into the bathroom where Mark was now dressed.

"Our maid's here. I forgot she came today and she needs to clean my room and change the bed clothes. I can't let her see your cum on the sheet."

"Okay let's just pull them off and ball them up," he said.

"How can I get out?" he asked, after the sheets were on the floor. Lisa thought for a moment.

"You any good at climbing?"

"Yes, why?"

"There's a tree outside my bedroom window, I think you can reach it if you jump. Just make sure you climb down on the opposite side to the house in case anyone is looking out of the windows." He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately.

"I love you Lisa," he said as he climbed out of the window. She stood there, stunned at what he had just told her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Can I clean now Miss Lisa?" the maid asked.

"Yes Consuela, I'm done." Lisa left and went downstairs.


Fifteen minutes later, Mark was back on his Norton Dominator heading home, a very happy man. At home he called her.

Mark: "Everything kosher?"

Lisa: "Yes no one saw you." I had to put a pad in my panties I was leaking so much."

Mark: "Sorry about that."

Lisa: "That's okay, I sorta like it that you left a part of you inside me."

Mark: "When can I see you next?"

Lisa: "I'm grounded 'till the weekend - sorry."

Mark: "Could I come by the house again?"

Lisa: "Mom's in and out all the time so I think it's too dangerous."

Mark: "Okay."

Lisa: "Did you mean what you said before you left?"

Mark: "Yes I did, why?"

Lisa: "Because no one has ever said that to me before, well besides my family. I like that. See you Saturday, I'll be dreaming of you tonight. X"

Lisa didn't realize the implications of the comment about retaining part of him inside her, but she would, and it would change the lives of five people inextricably.

Chapter Three

The week dragged for Lisa, waiting for the weekend when she could see Mark again. Finally on Saturday morning after breakfast, her father dropped her off at the mall.

"Call me when you want picking up honey."

"Okay Dad, thanks," she said, as she exited her father's white Mercedes C-Class and walked into the mall. Mark was waiting for her inside the main entrance. When she saw him standing there she smiled and ran to him, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him.

"This has been a long week Mark, I missed you like crazy."

"Me too Lisa. You wanna go back to my house, Dad's out for the day?"

"Love to, c'mon let's go." She followed him outside to where his Norton Dominator was parked. He had brought an open-face helmet for Lisa which he helped her put on. After kick starting the 650cc engine, Lisa got on the pillion seat and put her arms around his waist. She was getting to like riding on the back of his bike, the feeling of speed was intoxicating. They rode to the outskirts of town into a neighborhood of small, single-story homes with nicely kept front yards. Mark pulled into the driveway of a brick and siding house on Charles Street, it was the only house on the street that had brick, as all the others had siding only. He killed the engine. When Lisa had gotten off the bike, he lifted the bike onto the center stand and took her hand and led her into the house. They dropped their helmets on a hall table and walked into the kitchen. Lisa looked around at the small living room and even smaller kitchen. The furniture looked old but everywhere was neat and spotlessly clean.

"Care for a drink Lisa?"

"Thanks, you have Sprites?"

"Sure," he answered, as he pulled two drinks out of the fridge, "Here ya go."

"Thanks," she took the drink and they sat on the couch.

"Did your dad say anything more about me?"

"Just that I wasn't to see you, that's all. Mom was less strict. When Dad wasn't around, she wanted to know who the new boy in my life was. I told her about you."

"And what did she say?"

"She said you sounded a little like James Dean - you know, a bit of a rebel." Lisa laid her head on his chest.

"I meant it when I said I love you."

"I know you did, and I'm falling for you. I've never known anyone like you. In spite of your reputation you're kind and gentle." She looked at the bulge in his pants; she rubbed it.

"I like how I can turn you on as well," she said, as she unbuckled his belt, and pulled the zipper down. He lifted up his butt as she pulled his jeans down to his knees, his cock sprang up as she tugged his boxers down.

"You have a beautiful cock, not that I've seen any outside of the Internet. She grasped the shaft and pulled the ruffle of foreskin back, exposing the bulbous crown and its purple rim. He groaned, as she lowered her mouth over the head, sucking and rubbing her tongue around his pee hole. She lowered her head more until she started to gag and backed off a little, then lowered a little more, concentrating to stop the gag reflex. Slowly she took more into her mouth and down her throat until her nose touched his pubes.

Mark gasped. "My God Lisa, no girl's ever done that to me." She pulled all the way off and gasped for air, thick tendrils of spittle stretched from her lips to the tip of his cock.

"I didn't think I could do it either," she replied with pride in her voice. She put her mouth back over his cock and sucked it while moving her thumb and forefinger up and down its shaft. She looked up at his face, his eyes were tightly shut and he was breathing hard through his mouth. Mark could feel his orgasm stirring in his bowels and spreading warmth throughout his groin.

"Cumming soon," he murmured. She pulled off his cock.

"That's okay, you can cum in my mouth, I don't mind." He groaned. Taking the head of his engorged erection back in her mouth, she stroked the shaft quicker as she felt his butt jerk a few times. Then she felt the shaft of his cock swell and the first spurt of cum filled her mouth. She didn't expect as much, but swallowed hard as the second spurt jetted into her mouth, a little less this time. The final three or four spurts were a lot less and she managed to swallow them easily.

They heard a car pull into the driveway and its engine stop.

"Shit, it's my dad," he said, quickly pulling his underwear up. Standing up, he pulled up his jeans, zipped them closed and buckled his belt. It wasn't a second too soon as the front door opened and his father walked in. He was a little surprised to see his son home, as he was usually gone all day on Saturday, and even more surprised to see a girl, as Mark didn't usually bring girls home.

"Hi dad," he said. "This is my new friend Lisa." Mark's father walked over.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Lewellyn," Lisa said.

"Oh please call me Sam," he replied as he shook her hand. "My you are certainly the most beautiful of his female friends." He held on to her hand.

"Haven't I seen you before? Did you ever come to the police academy?"

"Yes, I came once with my dad. He was invited to give the graduation speech last year."

"Oh yes, your father's George Reynolds right?"


"Well I can see where you get your beauty from, wasn't your mother Miss North Carolina back in the nineties?"

"Yes she was, and is still as beautiful. May I use your bathroom Mark?"

"Sure Lisa, I'll show you where it is." Mark went back into the living room.

"Wow son! She's a stunner. Where did you meet her?" Mark quickly filled his father in on the details of his encounter with her Math teacher.

"My God what a monster," Sam said. "I see your point of the police not believing you. It's tough to take the word of two teenagers over that of a teacher." Lisa came back into the living room.

"Can we go back to the mall now Mark?"

"Sure we can."

"Well it was very nice to meet you Lisa, hope you can come again."


Back at the mall, Mark and Lisa were walking hand in hand when Lisa saw her friends Lacy and Meredith walking toward them. As soon as they saw Lisa holding Mark's hand their hands went to their open mouths.

"Hi Lacy, Hi Meredith, this is Mark Lewellyn," Lisa said.

"Oh we know who he is," Lacy said.

"You two an item?" Meredith added.

"Guys!" she said, a little miffed. "C'mon Mark let's go." She took his hand, and before they could say anything else, they walked off to the sound of giggles and whisperings.

Chapter Four

Lisa called Mark late the following Monday morning.

"Hi Lisa what's up?"

"Mom and Dad have left for the day to go see my granny and won't be back until six. You wanna come round?"

"Sure I do. Come in the back door?"

"No that's not necessary. Hit the button at the front gate and I'll open it for you."


Thirty minutes later Mark was at Lisa's front door. She was only wearing a bra and panties as she opened the door and flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"It's only been a day, but I missed you so much," she said.

"I missed you just as much," he replied, moving a stray hair behind her ear, "and - I need to repay you for the fantastic blow job you gave me." She closed the door and they walked upstairs to her bedroom. Lisa was about to remove her bra and panties but Mark stopped her.

"Let me do it," he said.

Mark quickly got undressed and sat on the edge of her bed with Lisa standing in front of him.

"I love your underwear, particularly this bra it's so sexy." She was wearing a Victoria's Secret bright-green, lacy demi-cup bra with no support - not that she needed any. The tops of her small breasts were sensuously bulging over obviously too small cups. He didn't know if it was because she was outgrowing it, or because she liked the look. In any case it was very sexy. Her matching panties were Victoria's secret Shortie style. She was smiling as he admired her underwear as she took great pains to select ones that made her look sexy. Her mother often commented on the size of her underwear drawer.

Mark reached behind and unhooked her bra. Her hands immediately held the cups to her breasts. Very slowly she pulled one arm out of its strap, all the while keeping the cups in place. She thought the look on his face was priceless.

"I love teasing you," she said, "you should see the look on your face."

"God you're so sexy."

"I can see that," she remarked, looking at his erect cock standing straight up. She finally put him out of his misery and dropped the bra. He pulled her closer to him and cupped her breasts, each one a perfect handful. As he sucked on her puffy areolas and nipples, they darkened and swelled, small moans escaped her lips. She ran her fingers through his dark brown hair, and pulled his face to her breasts.

"I want to do something different today," she said. She got on the bed on her knees with her butt in the air and her forearms on the mattress with her face buried in a pillow. Mark took the hint and knelt behind her. He slipped his fingers into the waist of her panties and pulled them down exposing the top half of her cheeks. Kissing each in turn, he noticed the small depressions above, so sexy. Pulling some more he exposed her anus, then as he tugged the gusset clear of her pussy, her plump peach-shaped vulva came into view. He gasped.

"Jeez Lisa, you've got the most sexiest, plumpest pussy." He noticed a small amount of cream in the entrance to her vagina; he licked it up with the tip of his tongue, tasting her sweet earthiness. It made him light-headed.

"You like what you see, my wild James Dean?"

"Like is not a strong enough word, I love your pussy and this little gem," he replied, as he licked her pink rosette. She had the most beautiful anus; some girls he'd had sex with had brown skin around theirs, which was a little off-putting for him; Lisa's was pure pink the same shade as the rest of her, with just a darker shade of pink rosette.

"Oh gawd, that feels good," she said, "do it some more." He pushed the tip of his tongue against her anus which dilated just a little, allowing half an inch to penetrate. She was panting.

"We've gotta try anal sex, as I've never felt anything like that." He raised up, and gripping her hips, placed the end of his penis at the opening of her vagina and pushed a little. He felt her vagina dilate a little and yield to him. Another firmer push and he was in.

"Did that hurt at all?"

"Not a bit. I think I'm getting used to the size of your cock."

Another push and he bumped the end of her vagina.

"Oh gawd, I love it when you do that, it's as if I have an itch in there and you scratched it for me." He chuckled.

"It's true, that's what it feels like."

He started thrusting, while he cupped her pussy, stroking her clit. He found it a little awkward.

"That's okay, let me do it," she said. As he thrusted in and out of her she was actively pushing back against him. He was so aroused at their foreplay, the teasing with her bra, the licking of anus, he could feel his orgasm rising and rising fast.

"Gawd Lisa, gonna cum on your back."

"NO! don't. I want to see you spurt, I've not seen you cum yet and I want to see you cum all over my tummy." He pulled out and she rolled over with her knees bent, ready to accept his cock again. Mark sat on his haunches and pushed back into her. She was propped up on her elbows watching him as he fucked her. It didn't take long.

"Oh jeez babe, cumming," he cried, as he pulled out feeling his shaft swell as cum rushed out, a thick creamy rope shot a good eighteen inches and splashed onto her breasts, the second filled the hollow of her tummy, pooling in her navel, the third weaker one covered her mons and ran down between her legs. She lay there open-mouthed as the last of his semen coated his fist. He lay beside her, his flaccid cock lying on his stomach still oozing semen.

"Oh-My-God," she said, "that was incredible. I know I've seen it on the Internet but it's nothing like seeing it in person." She rolled to her side and put her leg over his thigh, smearing his cum on his hip.

"You've made a bit of a mess," she said, "but I love it, love the feeling of your warm cum on my body." They lay there for ten minutes.

"I didn't make you cum sweetheart. I wanted to repay you for making me cum yesterday."

"That's okay Mark. Watching you cum on me was payment enough, and I would do anything for the man I love." He turned and kissed her.

"You love me?"

"Yes, I love you like I've never loved anyone before. You make me complete."

"I was worried that maybe I'd told you too soon, afraid I'd scare you away. I do love you Lisa."

"I know you do, and I thank you for that." There was a gentle silence between them for a good half hour.


"Yes sweetheart."

"I'm hungry. Let's shower and I'll fix us lunch." They got out of bed.

"We need to change these sheets?" he asked.

"No. I want to smell your cum tonight as I masturbate."

"God, I'd love to sleep with you and wake up with you," he said.

"I know Mark, I would too. Maybe one day."


Half an hour later, they were sitting at the huge kitchen island eating Tuna melt sandwiches and Sprites, when the front door opened and Lisa's parents walked in.

"Oh shit," they both chorused.

"What's the meaning of this Lisa Anne. You were forbidden to see him ever again and now he's in our house," her father bellowed.

"Sorry sir, it's my fault. I came by, she didn't invite me."

"Get the Hell out of my house before I call the Sheriff."

"Calm down George, you'll give yourself a heart attack," Lisa's mother said. Mark beat a hasty treat, grabbing his crash helmet on the way out. The other helmet came flying after him as he accelerated down the driveway. When George came back inside, Lisa had already run to her bedroom with her mother close behind. As she saw her daughter's bed in such disarray, she asked the obvious question.

"Have you been having unprotected sex with that boy?" Lisa tried to assuage her mother's fears.

"But he pulled out."

"Honey, that's no guarantee that you won't get pregnant. How do you think I got pregnant with you?"

"You and Dad had sex before you got married?"

"Yes honey, so I know what teenage love is like, but you know your father, he's not going to let you see that boy ever again."

"Oh Mom, but I love Mark and he loves me."

"Sorry Lisa, but despite what the stories say, love doesn't conquer all."

Chapter Five

"Mark was terrified that he'd lost Lisa forever. He called her cell phone but got a message saying it was no longer in service. He called Directory Assistance for the phone listed for her address, but was told the number was unlisted. Every few days he would take the trail to the rear of her house, hoping to catch a glimpse of her at her bedroom window but the drapes were always closed. He trolled the mall looking for her, all to no avail. Then one day he saw Meredith, one of her friends.

"It's Meredith right?"

"Yes and you're Mark."

"Have you seen or heard from Lisa lately?"

"No, and that's strange as we usually talk two or three times a week. I tried phoning but her phone's not in service. What happened?"

"I was at her house when her parents came back unexpectedly. Her dad had forbidden her to see me and he got really angry. I'm worried about her."

"Give me your phone number, and if I hear anything I'll let you know."

"Thanks Meredith."


Lisa knocked on her mother's office door.

"Come in," her mother said.

"Mom, can we talk?"

"Sure honey."

"I . . . I . . . I think I'm pregnant as I missed my period this week."

"Oh my God Lisa. But before we get in a tizzy, we need to make sure. I'll make an appointment with my OB-GYN. Don't say anything to your father."

"Okay, thanks Mom . . . and Mom, I'm sorry."

"That's okay honey, we'll work things out."


"Mrs. Reynolds, Lisa, both of you please sit down," Dr. Mary Swenson said, as she closed the door to her office.

"Mary, we've known each other for a while now, please call me Anne."

"Okay Anne. Lisa's pregnancy test came back positive, she's about four weeks pregnant."

Anne gasped and looked at Lisa, who Anne thought didn't look to be upset at all. It both puzzled and bothered her.

"Thank you Dr. Swenson," she said. "I think we need to go home and talk about our options."

"Okay Anne, let me know how you want to proceed." Anne and Lisa left the doctor's office and drove home in silence. Lisa was happy that she was going to have Mark's baby. Maybe, she thought, her father would relent and let her see him again, even marry him. How terribly wrong she was.


After they got back home, Lisa's mother took her daughter's hands in hers. "Lisa, we need to sit down and talk to your father, he has to know."

"Okay Mom, when?"

"Tonight after dinner."

Later that evening as they were sitting in the great room watching television, Anne picked up the remote and hit the off button. Lisa's father George looked at his wife with a puzzled expression.

"George we need to talk," she said.

"What's all this about? If it's about that boy, I haven't changed my mind."

"It sort of concerns him," she said and paused.

"What?" he asked.

"Lisa's pregnant with his baby."

"PREGNANT!!" he shouted, "for Heaven's sake Lisa Anne, how could you be so stupid." Lisa burst into tears.

"George please calm down," Anne said calmly, "raising your voice is only making things worse."

"Okay," he said, "so when can she have an abortion?"

"DAD!" Lisa shouted, "I'm not having an abortion, no way."

"Lisa, you're only fifteen, you're too young to have a baby. It's the only option," he said.

"I'm not killing our baby and that's that."

"Lisa Anne, come to your senses, you can't have a baby. What would all our friends think? They'd think we raised a slut of a daughter."

"GEORGE!!" Ann shouted, now angry. "That's uncalled for." Lisa ran upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. She started to pack a case to run away with Mark, but then a clearer head prevailed. They had no money, nowhere to go, and she didn't know how she could have their baby under those circumstances.

"Anne you have to convince her to have an abortion."

"I think there may be another way that would let her have the baby and save your face with your precious country club friends."

He sighed heavily."What's that?"

"We could let her go and live with my sister and her husband in England. They don't have any children and they certainly have enough room in that house of theirs. Sara doesn't work so she would be home to take care of Lisa. I know she'd love to, as she and Lisa always got along well." Gorge pondered the idea for a few minutes.

"I'll agree to that, but will Lisa? You know how strong-willed she is."

"Let me talk to her." Anne walked upstairs and knocked on Lisa's door.

"Can I come in honey?"

"Kay." Anne opened the door. Lisa was lying on her bed in a fetal position. She noticed the open suitcase on the bottom of her bed. Anne walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on Lisa's shoulder.

"We need to talk honey."

"I'm not having an abortion Mom, so don't even ask."

"That's okay honey, you don't have to." Lisa sat up and wiped her eyes.

"I don't, I can have Mark's baby?"

"Yes honey, but there's a stipulation that I got your father to accept and it's the only way he'll let you have the baby."

"What's that Mom?"

"We want you to go and live with your Aunt Sara in England. You can have the baby there and Sara will help you raise it." Lisa thought for a minute. She liked her Aunt Sara and her English husband Peter. They had a nice house and her child could also become a British Citizen.

"But that means I can't see Mark."

"Honey even if you stay here, your father wouldn't let that happen, and running away isn't the answer either.

"Will Aunt Sara agree?"

"I'm sure she will, but I need to talk to her first thing in the morning."

"Okay Mom, sounds like I don't have a choice."


The next morning Anne called her sister. After an hour phone call, she went to Lisa's room.

"I've spoken to Sara and explained the situation and she said she'd love to have you stay with them." I've booked your flight, you leave tomorrow evening from Charlotte and arrive in Birmingham the next morning. It's a one-stop flight, you change planes in Newark, and Sara will be at Birmingham airport to pick you up. I think you should start packing, I know you'll need one whole case for your lingerie." Lisa chuckled, the first time she'd laughed since the previous evening.

Part Two - England 1999

Chapter One

The cabin lights slowly flickered, then came on, while the chief steward made his announcement over the constant drone of the air rushing past the fuselage of the Boeing 747-400 at 420 knots. It was still over the North Atlantic headed for Ireland, and had started its gradual descent from its overnight cruising altitude of 45,000 feet.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, United Airlines flight 27 will be arriving in Birmingham England in one hour. Breakfast will be served shortly." Lisa moved her seat from the sleep position to upright and threw off the blanket. The Business Class female flight attendant handed her a menu.

"Would you like coffee, tea, or orange juice Miss Reynolds?"

"OJ please." Lisa got out of her window seat, the aisle seat was unoccupied, and went to the bathroom where she peed, brushed her teeth with the travel items in the small airline travel bag, and washed her face. Back in her seat, the flight attendant asked her what she wanted for breakfast.

"I'll have the omelet and toast please."


The wheels of the large Boeing squawked in protest as they hit the concrete runway at 140 knots. She heard the roar as the captain deployed the reverse thrusters, slowing the heavy jet. They were stowed when the jet's speed was below 60 knots to avoid sucking in debris. Taxiing took fifteen minutes to reach the gate. Lisa gathered her belongings and was the fifth passenger to get off the plane. Another ten minutes were spent walking to the immigration hall. She descended the wide staircase and was second in the NON-EU VISITORS line. The immigration officer beckoned her to approach his station. After examining her passport and asking a few questions, he stamped it and handed it back to her with the landing card tucked inside. She waited in baggage claim for another fifteen minutes. After putting her four suitcases on a trolley, she went through customs and into the main terminal, where she saw her Aunt Sara waiving at her.

"Oh Lisa, it's so good to see you again," she said as they hugged. How was the flight?"

"It was fine thanks." They walked outside where Sara paid and got her parking ticket validated at the automated machine; they walked to Sara's silver Range Rover HSE parked in the open air short-term lot right next to the terminal and put Sara's luggage in the back. After putting her ticket in the slot, the barrier swung up and they drove out of the airport. In ten minutes they were on the M40 heading south. Lisa filled Sara in on what had happened.

"That's so sad," she said, "being told you wouldn't be able to see Mark again. Do you think he'll try to come here?"

"No one knows where I am and I'm sure he couldn't afford the air fare." They continued talking as Sara exited the M6 onto the A46. Thirty minutes later, they crossed the narrow stone bridge over the river Avon in Stratford-Upon-Avon, and drove another fifteen minutes to arrive at Sara's house, in the small village of Clifford Chambers. Lisa loved her aunt's house. It was over 300 years old and rambled. Sara's husband Peter, had stayed home from the engineering business he owned, and helped carry Lisa's suitcases up to her room.

"Make yourself comfortable and take a nap if you want, as I find that's the best way to not fall asleep at five in the afternoon."


Lisa settled into a regular routine living in England. Her aunt had arranged for her to see her own OB-GYN doctor for regular checkups. Lisa decided not to know the sex but the doctor declared the baby to be healthy and saw no issues whatsoever. Lisa was enjoying her stay, taking long walks with her aunt and her Springer Spaniel Tonto. She would sit for hours massaging her growing bulge, talking to her baby inside, telling it how smart it was going to be, and if it was a girl how beautiful she was going to be.

On the third of April, with spring showers pelting the window of Stratford Hospital on Arden Street, Lisa gave birth to a healthy baby girl, six pounds ten ounces. She had the same light-brown hair and pale-blue eyes as her mother and grandmother. Lisa's mother Anne had flown in to be with her daughter during the last few weeks of her pregnancy. After much deliberation Lisa settled on a name for her and Mark's daughter:

Peyton Anne Reynolds.

Chapter Two

Peyton was growing in leaps and bounds, and giggled furiously when Tonto licked her face. The dog would run around barking and trying to grab Peyton's dress in his teeth, as she ran around the yard giggling. The two of them became inseparable, he would lie at the bottom of her bed at night and sit at her feet under the table while she ate. Lisa would load her daughter in her Uncle Peter's wheelbarrow and run her around the gardens. Lisa started teaching her the basics when she was two and a half, and knew her daughter was going to be very intelligent.

When she turned five, Lisa enrolled her in Bridgetown Primary school on the south side of Stratford-Upon-Avon, and would drive her there and pick her up every day. All of her teachers said she was a very bright and intelligent pupil and always got good grades. Lisa and Peyton became more than mother and daughter, they became best friends. When she turned eleven, Lisa transferred Peyton to Stratford-Upon-Avon School, a private academy where she would stay until she was eighteen.

From the age of four, Lisa would tell Peyton all about her father, what he was like. Told her he was a bit of a rebel and rode a Norton motorbike. Peyton never got tired of hearing the same stories over and over. When she was older, Lisa told her what a good lover he was and how good he made her feel. Peyton asked all sorts of questions and by the age of twelve wanted to desperately meet him, feeling like she knew him as much as her mother did. Lisa told her it was not possible and tried to explain why, but Peyton never gave up hope of some day seeing him, but she had no idea how it would ever happen, if at all, then fate intervened.

Lisa came down with a bad case of meningitis. For two weeks she clung to life, until, on a warm sunny day, she died. Peyton, her great aunt and uncle were devastated. Peyton cried and cried until she had no more tears to give. It felt like a big part of her had been ripped from her body. They buried her in the graveyard of St. Helens church. Sara called Lisa's mother and broke the bad news. Anne said that she and George would take the first flight available. Peyton said she never wanted to leave her mother, and asked her great-aunt if she could stay with them until she finished university. Sara agreed and told her she could stay as long as she wanted to, then fate intervened again.

On the way to the airport, Peyton's grandparent's Mercedes was tee-boned by a semi that had run a red light. Both Anne and George were killed instantly. When they never turned up at Birmingham airport the next morning, Sara inquired at the United Airlines desk and was told they never made the flight. Sara called George's brother Simon and was given the bad news.

"Oh my God," she cried.

"What's the matter Sara?" Peyton asked.

"Your grandparents were killed in a car wreck on their way to the airport sweetheart." Peyton shed silent tears. She had never met her grandfather and only met her grandmother half a dozen times when she would fly over for a two or three week visit. Although they were her relatives, she never really looked on them as family, her great-aunt and great-uncle was her family.

"Come on, let's go home," Sara said, putting her arm around Peyton's shoulder.


After the three of them had talked about it, they decided that it would be in Peyton's best interest to go back to America, as she was the sole heir to her grandparent's estate. Peyton agreed immediately as she thought it was her opportunity to finally meet her father. Sara said she would accompany her and stay with her for a while to get her settled in, and, as she was all the family Peyton had, she felt responsible for her. She booked flights for the next day as they needed to get back for the funeral. She had called George's brother Simon, who agreed to meet them at the airport.

Part Three - North Carolina 2014

Chapter One

Three days later, after the funeral, Sara and Peyton drove back to the house. Peyton still couldn't get over all that had happened in the past week, losing her mother and then her grandparents.

"Peyton, we need to talk about your future. In a few days you will inherit your grandparent's estate including this house. Until you are 18 you will need someone assigned as your guardian and someone who can sign legal documents for you. Unfortunately I can't stay here for two years, so I think we need to get your grandfather's brother to act in one or both of those capacities. How do you feel about that?"

"He seemed very nice and I liked his granddaughter Sally. How old is she?"

"I think she's seventeen."

"I really like this house and my Mum grew up here, but I guess I can't stay here by myself. Do you think Sally would come and stay with me?"

"She might, but we will need an adult to cook and clean and see that you're okay," she thought for a moment or two. "You know, Sally's mother Olivia is divorced and she lives in a small two bedroom house, maybe she would be willing to come as well. What do you think?" Peyton liked the way her great aunt always asked her opinion.

"I like that idea."

"Okay, I'll talk to her."


Two days later, Peyton became one of the richest fifteen year old girls in the state. Her grandfather's brother was assigned her legal guardian, with power of attorney given to Mitch Matthews, the Reynolds' family attorney of many years. Peyton was given an iPhone a Visa card with a two hundred dollar daily spending limit and a weekly allowance of a hundred dollars cash. The first thing Peyton did was to call Mark's phone, but a message said it was no longer in service. Disappointed, she now realized it may be more difficult finding him than she thought.

Three days later, Sally and her mother moved in, taking two of the four guest bedrooms with Sara in the third, keeping Lisa's old room vacant. Peyton was in the master suite. Sara had agreed to stay a month if necessary. She accompanied Peyton and enrolled her in Charlotte Country Day school, the fall semester was due to start in four months. She also arranged for a limo to drive her the five miles to school every morning and return her home every afternoon.

That night when everyone was in bed, Peyton slipped out of her bed and went into her mother's old bedroom. She got under the covers and slid her hand down the front of her sleep shorts and parted her plump labia with her middle finger. As she rubbed the bump of her clit, she remembered her mother telling her how Mark would make love to her on this very bed. She imagined Mark was in bed with her and had his hand inside her panties. She cried out as she climaxed, arching her back, grabbing handfuls of linen, as she felt his finger rubbing her clit. Five minutes later, she straightened the covers and went back to her room.


Ever since she was young, her mother regaled her with stories about her father, and she always hoped that one day she would try and find him. She decided today, Saturday was the day she would start her quest. She stood in front of the full length mirror in her dressing room and looked at herself. She wanted her father to see her for the first time as a woman and not a young girl. She was dressed in a light blue camisole with spaghetti straps, a padded sky blue bra, the only padded bra she owned, as she didn't want her nipples to show, white capri pants and pink Keds over white ankle socks. Happy with what she saw, she went downstairs to find Sally.

"Sally, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure Peyt." Peyton thought it cute that Sally called her Peyt.

"Sara's out shopping with your mum, and I want to try and find my father. Would you mind driving me?"

"Love to. Where we goin'?"

"Mum used to tell me he lived in a single story brick and siding house on the south side of town on Charles something or other." They got into Sally's blue Honda Accord and punched Charles as the street into the built-in GPS. As it turned out there were four, a Charles Lane, a Charles Avenue, a Charles Court and a Charles Street. They started with Charles Lane.

Driving down Charles Lane, they saw only two story homes. Charles Avenue had some single story homes but none with brick and siding. Charles Court was all apartment complexes and town homes. Then on Charles Street, Peyton saw the only brick and siding house with a rusty beat up pickup in the driveway.

"This has to be it," she said, excitedly. They got out and Peyton gingerly knocked on the front door. A few minutes later, with Peyton's heart beating rapidly, the door opened and an old man stood there.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Does Mark Lewellyn live here?" Peyton asked.

"No honey he don't. I've been here for going on ten years now. I think the previous owner was Lewellyn as I kept getting his mail for a while."

"Sorry to bother you," she said and returned to the car.

"Sorry Peyt. Where to now?"

"Mum told me that his dad worked as a janitor at the police academy, maybe we can try there."

"Okay," Sally said. She looked up the address on her iPhone and punched it into the GPS. forty five minutes later they were parked in front of the main building. Inside they walked to the reception desk.

"Excuse me," she said to the woman behind the reception desk, "but I'm looking for a Mr. Lewellyn who works or used to work here."

"I'm sorry miss, but we can't divulge any information about our employees."

"I understand, but you see I'm looking for Mr. Lewellyn's son Mark who's my father and I've never met him."

"Oh that is such a shame, and I'm sorry miss, but we don't have anyone by that name here." Just then a police sergeant walked by and overheard their conversation.

"Excuse me miss, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. Did you say that Mark Lewellyn's your father?"

"That's right, you know him?"

"Yes, but he never said he had a daughter."

"It's a long story, but he didn't know my mum was pregnant and she was shipped off to live with her aunt in England."

"Hmm, thought I detected a Limey accent. Mark joined the academy out of high school, graduated top of his class. He's a detective in the Charlotte police department. You want his office address, sorry but I don't have his home address or phone number?"

"Yes please." The sergeant wrote down the address and handed it to her.

"He won't be at the office today, so I'd wait until Monday."

"Thank you sir."

"No problem. Boy is he going to be surprised."

Chapter Two

Monday morning Sally and Peyton drove to Mark's office building in downtown Charlotte. They parked in the deck and took the elevator to the main entrance. When inside, Sally said she would wait in the lobby, as she thought it best for Peyton to meet her father for the first time alone.

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"I need to see Mark Lewellyn please."

"And what's it about?"

"I'm his daughter."

"I didn't know Mark had a daughter."

"It's a long story, but he doesn't know either."

"Oh my goodness. Then you'd better meet in private. Why don't you go in the private meeting room through the door behind me." Peyton went into the meeting room and stood looking out of the window, waiting nervously. For some unknown reason, her pussy was tingling with anticipation. The receptionist called Mark.

"Mark, you have a visitor."

"Who is it?"

"She wouldn't say but it's very important that you see her. She's in the private meeting room."

"Okay, I'll be right out." Mark left his office. As he entered the lobby, Marcy the receptionist, had a strange smile on her face.

"What is it Marcy?" he asked.

"Oh nothing important," she replied. He opened the door and entered the meeting room. He saw a young girl standing looking out of the window.

"Can I help you?" he asked. Peyton bit her bottom lip with nervousness and turned around. Mark gasped and held onto the conference room table, steadying himself as he looked at a young girl who could be Lisa's twin.

"Lisa? No that's not possible," he said. "Who are you?" She recognized him immediately. He was exactly as her mother had described him - just an older version.

"Lisa was my mother. My name's Peyton and I'm your daughter."

"My daughter . . . Peyton . . . how's it . . . when . . . oh my God, you look just like your mother the last time I saw her," he said, "come here and give me a hug." She ran over and flung her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips.

"Oh Dad, I've dreamed of this day since I was eight years old. Mum told me so much about you."

"You have an English accent!"

"Yes, after Mum found out she was pregnant, her dad, my grandfather, wanted her to have an abortion but she absolutely refused. Her mum convinced him that she could have me if Mum went to live with her auntie, my Great-Auntie Sara in England, and I was born there."

"Where's Lisa?"

"Mum died of Meningitis a month ago."

"Oh my God."

"I know, I miss her terribly." Tears filled both their eyes.

"So why did you come back?"

"My grandparents were killed in a car accident on their way to the airport after they were told of Mum's death. I live in their old home, in the house were Mum got pregnant the night the two of you made love in her bed. She told me all about it, the day you saved her from being raped; skinny dipping with your friend Sam; riding on your Norton motorbike. I hope you still have it, as I want to ride on the back." Mark stood there, holding his daughter, his Lisa and the memories came flooding back.

"Yes I still have it. How . . . I mean . . . how did you find me?"

"First of all, as soon as I got a phone I called your old number but it said it was no longer in service."

"Yeah, I had to get a new number when I joined the police force."

"So I went to the house you used to live in, but you had moved. Then I remembered Mum telling me that your dad worked at the police academy. The lady at the front desk wouldn't tell me anything. Then a sergeant walked by and heard me say I was looking for you, and he told me where you were."

"That would be Bill Masters, he was my drill sergeant, good guy. I still can't believe . . . this is going to take a while to sink in."

"Will you come by the house for dinner this coming Saturday? You can get to meet Sara, Mum's sister. She's been staying with me, but she's due to go back to England soon."

"I'd love to Peyton."

"Okay, and you can come to the front door this time; no need to park and walk the half mile and come in the back door, or climb the tree to Mum's bedroom." They both laughed.


Saturday evening at six, Peyton answered the door and greeted her father with a hug.

"Hi Mark," she said, come on in." She had decided from the moment she had found him, that she was going to address him not as dad, but as Mark. Her mother never really called him her father in the long conversations they had, always calling him Mark.

"Wow!" he said, "this is surreal."

"I bet it is. The last time you left, a crash helmet came flying after you." He chuckled.

"Let me introduce you to my Great-Auntie Sara." Sara and Mark hugged.

"Hello Mark, Lisa told me so much about you." Peyton introduced him to Sally and her mother Olivia.

"Come with me," Peyton said, as she took his hand and they walked upstairs to her mother's old bedroom.

"You remember this room, it's where I was conceived?"

"I certainly do. This is where I fell in love with your mother. We lay in that bed planning our future." He started crying. Peyton held him tightly while he quietly sobbed.

"I've missed her every day since and now I have you. Thank you for wanting to find me."

"I'm surprised you never got married."

"After losing Lisa, I never found anyone who could compare."

When they had composed themselves, they went back downstairs where Olivia was busy plating the food. Mark sat opposite Peyton throughout dinner. Afterwards, they sat in the great room and talked for three hours, as Peyton told him all about her childhood. At ten o'clock, Peyton walked out with him to his car.

"I want to be part of your life Mark. Can we spend weekends together?"

"You can't keep me away. I'd love to spend weekends with you." They hugged and Peyton kissed him on his lips, making her nipples hard and her pussy tingle.

Chapter Three

"I think it's time for me to go back to England," Sara said a few days later. You're settled in nicely, and I'm so, so glad you found your father, it was something your mother would have wanted you to do."

"Thanks for all you've done for me, and not just here, but taking Mum in. This is for you." She handed Sara a Pandora red leather bracelet with a double heart silver charm.

"Thank you very much Peyton, I'll treasure it. If you ever need to talk, I'm always available."

Two days later, Peyton and Sally waved goodbye, as Sara went through security at Charlotte-Douglas International airport.


Saturday morning, Mark called Peyton to say he would pick her up at ten o'clock. She told him to bring a pair of swimming trunks. She went through her clothes and settled on a Victoria's Secret, unlined demi-bra in coconut white lace and matching boyshort cut panties, pair of high-rise busted knee skinny jeans, a cream silk short-sleeve blouse, white footies and pink Keds. She put her hair in a high ponytail, and, satisfied with her appearance, she went downstairs and waited for Mark to arrive. On the dot of ten, the doorbell rang. She opened it and gave him a hug.

"Wow! you look gorgeous Peyton."

"Thanks Mark."

You ready to go?"

"Ready, let's go to the mall I need some new clothes. You don't mind shopping with me do you?" she asked, as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Peyton I'll go anywhere and do anything if it means being near you." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips.

"Aww, you're so sweet, no wonder Mum fell in love with you." Twenty minutes later, he parked his Lexus on the lower level deck of South Park mall. They headed for Nordstrom's where she spent the next two hours shopping. At noon they had lunch in the food court, and afterwards drove home, stopping at Walgreen's where she picked up a refill of birth control pills, Sara's OB-GYN had prescribed for her periods back in England; she had her Grandmother's OB-GYN write her a new prescription.

Back at the house, Olivia was busy putting groceries away.

"Olivia, I'd like to take Mark to the cottage on Lake Norman and we may stay the night."

"That's okay Peyton, I was up there a few days ago and there's enough food for breakfast, and Jeff, the caretaker, made sure the boat was in good shape. Here's a spare key, the alarm code is 1241."


"I didn't know Lisa's folks had a cottage on the lake," Mark said, as they were driving up I-77 later that day.

"According to granddad George's brother, who's my legal guardian, they purchased it after granddad sold the bank and retired."

"This is probably asking too much, but just exactly how rich are you?"

"To be honest I don't really know, but my attorney, who handles all the money and legal matters, said it was over ten million."

Mark whistled. "Wow Peyton, that's an awful lot of money."

"I think it's this exit, I've only been here once before when Sally and me went skinny dipping." Mark took exit 33. Peyton fed him directions, and ten minutes later they pulled up in the driveway of a single story shingled cottage sitting on five acres with a 300 foot lake frontage. Peyton opened the door and disarmed the security system. Inside was a large sitting room with eight French doors that opened onto a large terrace with views of the lake. The grounds sloped down to the lake where a wooden bulwark retained the lawn and provided a water depth of six feet. A covered boathouse was off one side of a floating dock, which housed a large boat with a rear swimming platform.

"This is nice Peyton, we should spend all our weekends in the summer here."

"That would be nice. You know how to drive a boat?"

"Yes, did so as part of my training at the academy, but not one this large."

"Maybe we can get Jeff the caretaker to show you. I'll talk to Olivia to have him come here next weekend. I'm going to change into my swim suit, you can use the other bedroom. Five minutes later Peyton emerged from the master suite and saw Mark sitting on the dock. She walked down the lawn and joined him. He saw her coming and couldn't take his eyes off her. Her breasts moved very little as she walked and he could see the shape of her nipples in the bra top; the bottoms coddled her plump pussy. He could easily be looking at Lisa, she was almost a carbon copy. She sat beside him with her legs dangling in the water.

"I'm still amazed at how much you look like your mother. If I didn't know you were her daughter, I would take you as twins."

"My Auntie Sara said the exact same thing, and if you look at the photographs on the grand piano of Mum and her mum, you would probably say the same thing." He put his hand on hers.

"I love you very much Peyton. I wish I'd seen you growing up."

"Me too Mark. Auntie Sara's husband Peter was my surrogate father, he was very good to me."

"You want to go out to dinner tonight?"

"No let's stay in and order pizza and watch movies on television."

"Sounds like fun."

"What made you join the police force?"

"I heard all the stories the older officers would tell me, and dad figured it would channel my energy in the right direction."

"Yeah, Mum would tell me how wild you were, 'like James Dean' she would say."


After eating pizza and watching a rerun of Pretty Woman, Peyton said she was going to bed. She kissed him on his lips and went to her bedroom. Mark stayed up a while longer sipping a ten year old Scotch. He set the security system and went to bed. He was in that state between waking and dreaming when he felt the mattress move. A warm body snuggled up to his back and a hand slipped under his arm and around his chest. As he slowly woke up, he felt Peyton's bare breasts pushing into his back. He rolled to his side and was greeted by the sight of Peyton's exquisite breasts by the light of the full moon shining through the window. They were perfect, just like Lisa's had been, full and firm with puffed areolas and small soft nipples. His erection stirred.

"Peyton you can't be in here."

"I just want to cuddle with you. I've missed cuddling you."

"But you're naked and I'm your father, it's not right."

"I'm wearing panties so my modesty is protected." She reached under the sheets and found his erection. He pulled away.

"Mark, c'mon you know you want me, you've never shied away from me kissing you on your lips, and I saw the way you looked at my body as we sunbathed." She grasped the shaft of his cock again. He groaned. He was torn between what was right and what he wanted. As an officer of the law, sex with an underage girl was a serious crime, yet he wanted to have Lisa back and Peyton was the embodiment of Lisa. She pulled the sheet back and lowered her mouth over the head of his cock.

"Oh my God Peyton." She managed to take three quarters of the shaft until its head hit the back of her throat. She remembered what her mother had told her about giving a man a blow job. She concentrated and swallowed as the head entered her throat. She backed off and lowered her head some more. At the third attempt she managed to take all of him, her nose tickled by his pubes. She pulled back out and gasped for air, long thick and thin tendrils of white translucent spittle stretched between her lips and his cock. She looked at him and smiled.

"The only time your mother gave me a blow job, she took all of me inside her mouth and down her throat."

"I know, she told me and instructed me how to do it." Mark groaned again. Peyton continued performing oral sex and felt his bottom twitch. Her mother had told her what the signs were, when a man was going to ejaculate, so she wouldn't be surprised. She was feeling them now, and knew he wasn't far away from cumming.

"Oh jeez Lisa, he cried. She could feel his shaft swelling and knew what to expect, as semen rushed up it and out of the end, filling her mouth. She quickly swallowed, anticipating the next which followed. She said a silent 'thank you' to her mother. He finally stopped spurting and his penis started to soften. She let it fall from her mouth and snuggled up to him, her leg over his, her damp pantied crotch hugging his hip and her arm over his chest.

After a few minutes, he was calmed enough to speak.

"Sorry Peyton," he said.

"What for?" she replied.

"For calling you Lisa."

"I thought that was so sweet. I can never replace my mother, I know that, but I want to be the woman in your life who you love as you did Lisa."

"Oh Peyton, I'm thirty one and you're just fifteen and my daughter, this will never work." She thought for a few minutes.

"What would you have done to be with my Mum, if it was within your power?"

"I'd have moved heaven and earth. Lisa never knew what I did to try and find her. No one ever let on what had happened to her, not her friends, and certainly not her parents. It was if she had disappeared off the face of the earth. If I had known she had an aunt in England, I would have done anything to go there and see if that was where she'd been sent. But I was a sixteen year old boy. When I became a detective, I tried to find out where Lisa had gone, but her father was very powerful and I was warned off many times."

"Mark, when I become eighteen, I can do anything. We have the money to do anything, go and live anywhere."

"Yes, but until then, we have to be very careful, because if your guardian finds out we're having a relationship, my next stop is prison, and you don't want to know what they do to law enforcement officers in prison."

"No one will find out. Hug me to sleep Mark."

"Love you very much Peyton."

"Love you more, night."


Mark awoke early the next morning and lay there watching his daughter sleeping, her bare breasts rising and falling as she breathed. He was still in shock that he had a daughter, let alone a daughter who could be a twin to his darling Lisa, and the fact that she had given him a spectacular blow job the previous night amazed him. He thought how lucky he was, to not only have found another Lisa, but to also get to make love to her. He leaned over and planted a delicate kiss on each breast. Her areolas darkened and stippled as she automatically reacted to his kiss. He licked her soft, flat nipples, feeling them firm up. She stirred and opened her eyes.

"Morning Mark," she said sleepily, stretching and yawning.

"Good morning sweetheart," he replied, kissing her nipples. His hand that had been on her tummy moved up and cupped her left breasts.

"I adore your breasts, they're the same size as I remember your mother's were." He squeezed her breast as he kissed her lips, she turned her head slightly and opened her mouth, her tongue darted out and found his, swirling around his mouth. She put her hand on his cheek, feeling his morning stubble, running her fingers through his tousled hair. She broke the kiss, panting for breath.

"Damn Mark, you're a great kisser."

"I'm going to repay you for the pleasure you gave me last night," he said. She needed no more encouragement; she lifted her behind off the bed and pulled her panties down.

"Oh my God Peyton," he said as he looked at her pussy. As she lay there with her tummy slightly concave, it made her mons more pronounced, a large pad rising up between her bony hips, wide, filling the space between her slim thighs. There was a small patch of straight, light-brown hair, and her plump labia was parted slightly by her darker inner labia, forming her clitoral sheath. At the bottom of her cleft, where it joined her cheeks, pushed together by the mattress, was the dark opening to her vagina.

"Your pussy is gorgeous," he said as he lay down between her legs, she raised her knees and laid them flat on the bed. Her vulva opened like a flower, her pink button showing outside its protective hood. Mark inhaled, taking in her erotic scent, earthy and sweet. A small amount of white cream was visible on her perineum. He licked it with the tip of his tongue, tasting her ambrosia. She smelled and tasted just as he remembered Lisa did.

Cupping her firm cheeks with both hands he proceeded to lick around her now quite firm clit, eliciting small gasps. She held his head in her hands, urging him on, pushing his face into her wet cleft. He was now lapping her entire pussy from her perineum all the way up to the top, rasping her clit, sending shudders throughout her entire body. He could feel twitches in her cheeks and her grip on his head tightening as she climaxed.

"Oh gaaawd Mark," she cried, as her orgasm took hold of her body, shaking uncontrollably; her legs clamped his head tight, her hands grabbed fistfuls of linen. The shaking continued for several minutes, slowly subsiding until all that was left were little aftershocks. He was thankful when she finally released her grip on his head. He shuffled up and lay with his head on her breast, feeling her heartbeat slow down. She finally opened her eyes and smiled through the post orgasmic mist.

"Wow!" he said, "that was incredible to watch and feel. You're amazing Peyton. In fact you were so good, I'll cook breakfast this morning." He was still surprised at how easily he had accepted that he was having sex with his fifteen year old daughter, but in his mind she wasn't his daughter, she was Lisa.

Chapter Four

Monday morning, Mark walked into the main entrance of his building.

"Mornin Marcy," he said to the receptionist.

"Good morning Mark, have you seen this?" she said, handing him a copy of the Charlotte Observer.

"No, what is it?"

"Seems like your daughter is a millionaire, page three." Mark took the newspaper and opened it to page three. There was a photograph of Peyton leaving her attorney's office building. Under it was a short story.

Girl Inherits Fortune
By Martha Evans

Peyton Reynolds is the sole beneficiary of the estate of the late George and Anne Reynolds, who died in a car crash a few weeks ago. George Reynolds recently sold the bank he started twenty years ago for an undisclosed amount of money. The Reynolds estate, worth an estimated $10.2 million, goes to his fifteen year old granddaughter, who recently returned from England where she was born. She is now the richest teenager in the state. When asked for comments as she left her attorney's office, Simon Reynolds, brother of George Reynolds and her legal guardian, declined to speak.

"Oh shit, the termites are going to crawl out of the woodwork after this announcement. When he got to his office he called Peyton.

"Peyton this is Mark."

"Good morning sweetheart," she replied.

"Peyton, you need to be careful using that word, people will get the wrong idea."

"You're right, sorry. What's up?"

"There's an article about you in the local paper, saying you inherited 10.2 million dollars. You need to be extra careful where you go, as there will slime balls looking to get you to give them money."

"But I don't have access to much of anything until I'm 18."

"I know honey, but they don't know that. Are we still on for a trip to the lake on Saturday?"

"Sure we are, and I'm on my period so you're in for some oral treats," she said, giggling.

"Can't wait, bye, and be careful. Love you."

"Love you more."


Friday at noon, Peyton was sitting in the kitchen eating a sandwich that Olivia had made for her.

"Olivia, where's Sally?"

"She's at a friend's house, she said nervously, "she's having a sleepover." Peyton sensed something was not right.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes fine thanks. We had a little argument that's all." Olivia wouldn't look Peyton in the eye but busied herself with minor tasks.

"Did you ask Jeff to be at the lake cottage at noon tomorrow to teach Mark how to drive the boat?"

"Yes I did." A few hours later, Olivia said she was leaving and wouldn't be back until late.

Later that day, Peyton was missing Mark so much she decided to ask him to come this evening instead of waiting until Saturday, and as Sally and her mother were out, they could be alone together.


At six o'clock, Mark parked his Lexus in the underground parking garage and went into the kitchen where Peyton was waiting for him. She ran and flung her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"I missed you the whole week Mark," she said, when she finally broke away and gasped for air.

"I missed you too sweetheart." He grabbed a Bass Ale and a Sprite from the fridge and they both headed for the rear terrace. The blue water in the Olympic size swimming pool glistened in the late afternoon sun. They sat sipping their drinks.

"You want to go out to dinner?" Mark asked.

"No, let's stay in and order pizza, then we can soak in the big tub in my bathroom and you can wash my back . . . and any other parts you want."

You're on." After consuming three slices of Domino's Extravaganza, Mark set the alarm and they both went to Peyton's suite. Mark took his Beretta 9mm and its leather belt holster and phone and set them on the dresser and got undressed.

"She noticed the gun. "Will you teach me how to shoot some time?" she asked.

"Sure, I'll take you to our practice range."

"I heard Olivia saying there was one in the basement."

"Wow! this house has everything." He turned on the tub faucets and sat on a chair waiting for the tub to fill watching Peyton get undressed As she bent over to pick her panties up off the floor, he saw a thin string hanging between two very plump labia. His erection stirred. She lifted the lid of the toilet sat down and started to pee, looking at his erection.

"Wow, you get excited watching me pee?"

"That and the sight of your tampon string." She giggled furiously. When the tub was full he turned off the faucets and got in. Peyton climbed in and sat between his legs with her back to him. The water came to just above their waists. She leaned back and put her head on his shoulder.

"This is very nice, our first bath together. Mark, when I'm 18 will you come and live with me? I'd like it to be sooner, but with Sally and Olivia here all the time, it would be all I could do to keep my hands off you."

"I'd love to honey and it wouldn't seem out of place, after all I am your father." He picked up a bar of soap and lathered up his hands. Reaching around, he started washing her breasts, feeling her nipples get hard under his palms. He squeezed her breasts a little.

"Be gentle, my breasts are very tender when I'm on my period."

"Sorry," he said and proceeded to wash her neck, shoulders, arms and her back.

"Stand up please and face me." She stood and turned. He washed each leg in turn and cupping her pussy he washed between her legs.

"Turn please." She turned and he washed her cheeks and between her legs rubbing his finger around her pink rosette.

"Ooo, that feels good," she said as she sat back down facing him.

"Mum told me how good it was when you put your finger in her bum. She said she never got the chance to have anal sex with you. I'd like to try it; in fact I want to try everything with you." She looked at Mark's erection, the tip just visible above the water and smiled. I see you're in agreement, well your cock is. Stand up, it's my turn."

He stood between her legs facing her, his erection standing straight out pointing at her. She soaped her hands and washed his legs, waist and chest. Then she turned her attention to his crotch, washing his penis, pulling the foreskin back to wash the crown. His ball sack was next.

"So that's where I came from," she said as she gently washed his testicles. After rinsing and drying off, Peyton took his hand and led him to her mother's old bedroom.

"Will it upset you if I want to make love in Mum's old bed?"

"No honey, it'll bring back fond memories." She pulled the covers back and patted the mattress.

"Lie down," she said. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back. Peyton sat on her haunches next to him and put her mouth over his cock. He gasped as he felt her hot breath and soft tongue on the head of his penis. She started sucking and stroking him but stopped as she heard the sound of the intrusion alarm. A few seconds later it was silenced.

Mark jumped off the bed. "STAY," he commanded. He ran to the master suite and pulled on his pair of jeans, grabbed his gun and phone and headed back to where Peyton was waiting. He glanced down into the great room and saw two men wearing ski masks and carrying Glock 45's. Fortunately they didn't see him.

"Want me to check the garage?" one man said.

"No dummy, she'll be in bed, I'll go check the master bedroom," the second man said, "you check the other bedrooms." Mark heard two sets of footsteps climbing the staircase.

"What's going on," she whispered.

"Two men looking for you, probably going to kidnap you for ransom. He hit the speed dial for dispatch.

"This is detective Mark Lewellyn, badge number 38614 I'm at my daughter's residence at 1602 Maple Lane and two armed men just broke in, send rescue 1068. Tell the officers it's a tactical approach, driveway gate code is 1241, enter from the rear terrace through an unlocked door, no alarm."

"They're on their way, be there in twelve minutes," the dispatcher replied.

"Okay Peyton, cavalry's on its way but it won't be for twelve more minutes. Now listen carefully. Lock yourself in the bathroom and don't open the door for anyone other than me, understand?" She nodded.

"Be careful Mark. I've just found you, I don't want to lose you." She kissed him and went into the bathroom and locked the door. Mark removed his Beretta from its holster and pulled the slide part way back to verify a round was in the chamber. He flicked off the safety and cocked the hammer. Standing behind the partially open door, he had a good view of the landing through the gap between the door and the jamb.

"You found her yet?" the first man said.

"She aint in the master suite, but there's a pile of her and a man's clothes on the floor," the second one said as he exited Peyton's bedroom.

"Shit," the first man said. "That cop father of hers aint supposed to be here tonight. I'm in the far bedroom, wait for me so we can cover each other's backs." The second man approached the door Mark was standing behind. He lowered the hammer of the Beretta and held it high.

"I'm gonna check the last bedroom," the second man said.

"No wait," the first man said, but it was too late. As he entered the bedroom, unaware that someone was waiting for him, Mark brought the butt of the heavy Beretta down on the back of the man's head. He slumped to the floor with a loud thud. Suddenly four 45 cal. slugs tore through the door, one grazing Marks left arm, he never noticed it as his adrenaline was flowing.

He dove for cover behind the dresser as the first man slowly came into the bedroom. He saw Mark crouched down, but it was too late as the two 9mm slugs him dead center of his chest, the third right between his eyes; he staggered backwards and fell onto his back on the tile floor.

Mark knocked on the bathroom door.

"It's safe Peyton," he said. She unlocked the door and Mark walked in. She had put a bath towel around her.

"Oh my God Mark, you're bleeding," she said, as she grabbed a washcloth and tied it around his arm.

"Listen carefully, we need to make sure no one knows what we were doing, so we'll go to your bedroom and get dressed. I must warn you, there's a dead man on the landing so keep your eyes closed until you're past him. I'll guide you."

Mark led her past the dead body and into her room they both quickly got dressed. Mark went back to Lisa's old room to make sure the second man hadn't regained consciousness. He hadn't so he pulled his handcuffs out and secured the man's wrists behind his back. He grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom and draped it over the dead man's head.

"Okay Peyton, this is our story. You were in your room when you heard the alarm go off, so you ran to my room to find out what was going on. They never saw you wrapped in the bath towel so you hadn't got undressed yet. But you turned your back while I pulled on my pair of jeans. You got that?

"Yeah, got it," she said. "You're still bleeding Mark. You going to be okay? You scared the shit out of me, I had no idea what was going on with all the gunshots."

Mark heard the officers enter the house, shouting. "Sheriff's department show yourselves."

"Detective Mark Lewellyn up here in the bedroom, both perps are down, call for medics." He heard one of the officers calling for the EMT on his radio as the other climbed the stairs. Mark held his badge high and walked out. When the sheriff's deputy saw Mark's badge, he holstered his weapon and knelt down to feel the man's neck, searching for a pulse.

"Looks like you took one as well," he said. The deputy exchanged handcuffs on the unconscious man and gave Mark his pair back and went back downstairs. Mark went to Peyton's room.

"You okay honey?" he said as he hugged her.

"I was a little shook up, but I'm okay now. What's going to happen now?"

"There's going to be a lot of people downstairs, people from the Medical Examiners office, a couple of evidence technicians, a couple of Homicide detectives, probably the Zone Commander. Just stay cool and don't answer any questions from anyone except the guys from Homicide and I know all of them. They may or may not ask for a statement, but as you didn't see anything, probably not."

A deputy knocked on the bedroom door.

"EMT's here detective as well as my sergeant and Homicide."

"Okay, we'll be right there, I'm just calming my daughter down." They walked downstairs where an EMT technician was attending to the man who Mark had hit. The Medical Examiner's team was there, and they were carrying a gurney upstairs, a deputy was talking to the man who Mark had hit, reading him his rights.

Mark and Peyton sat at the kitchen island. She was starting to feel the gravity of the situation. The EMT technician came over and took a look at Mark's arm.

"It's just a flesh wound, someone was looking over you today." He cleaned the wound and wrapped his arm with a dressing.

"I know who was looking out for you," she said, after the EMT had left. "It was Mum."

"Look Peyton, it's going to be a zoo here for the next few hours."

"Why, you shot that man in self defense?"

"Yes, but it's different when a police officer is involved in a shooting. As I said, there's going to be a lot of people here. This is a crime scene and there will be people taking photographs, I'll have to make a statement. Why don't you go back to your room and I'll come on up when everyone has gone."

She started to leave, when a thought struck her. "Mark, I think Olivia is somehow involved, willingly or not, I don't know."

"Why'd you say that?"

"Well she was acting strange this afternoon, said Sally was at a friend's house for a sleepover, and wouldn't look me in the eye. Then she left and said she wouldn't be back until late. Then there's the security alarm; how did they know what the code was, they didn't break in so they had to have had a key."

"Wow, maybe you should become a detective. Okay, I'll tell the sergeant, you go on upstairs," he kissed her on the cheek. After she had left, he called the sergeant over.

"They knew the alarm code and obviously had a key, and my daughter said her housekeeper was acting strange today. She thinks she may be involved, either willingly or not."

"What's her name and phone number?" Mark looked at the message board.

"That's her name and number."

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick her up. Oh, and when we're all done here, I'll leave a car with a deputy outside all night."

"Thanks Sarge."

Mitch Daniels, a Homicide detective came over.

"Mark, how are you doing," he said looking at the bandage on his arm, "looks like you took one."

"Hi Mitch, it's just a flesh wound." Mark handed his Beretta to Mitch. "I think you will need this for evidence, it's been fired three times." Mitch held the gun by its trigger guard and called for one of the evidence technicians, who came over and brought a bag with him. Mitch lowered the Beretta inside. The technician sealed the bag and signed it.

"You have a backup?

"Yeah, I've got a Sig 45. Too big for daily carry. I'll go buy a new one Monday as Peyton wants to learn how to shoot."

"Pink grips?"

"No, I don't think she's into girlie stuff." They both chuckled.

"Mark, I know you don't have to talk to me without your FOP present, but can you let me know what happened?"

"Sure Mitch. You heard about my daughter Peyton."

"Yeah, I heard. Really nice you two got together, I bet it was a bit of a shock to find out you had a fifteen year old daughter. Was she the object of their attention?"

"Yes, we were both in our rooms in bed, but not asleep, when we both heard the security alarm go off and then go silent. Peyton ran to my room to find out what was going on. We were expecting her housekeeper to come home, but she would have come in via the underground garage and the alarm wouldn't have gone off as she would have entered its disarm code. So I knew something was up. I caught a glimpse of two perps wearing ski masks and armed with Glock 45s in the great room.

"They were obviously looking to kidnap her for ransom, as they immediately began searching the bedrooms. I got Peyton to lock herself in the bathroom. One of them came into my room and I knocked him out with butt of my gun, I'm sure Forensics will find hairs and skin on the grips.

"As soon as the guy hit the floor, the other perp shot four times. Fortunately the outside frame of these doors is two inch thick solid mahogany and stopped three of them. The fourth went through the thinner panel and clipped my arm. I immediately dove for cover by the dresser and as he looked around the door I fired twice to center mass and one to the head."

"Damn good shot too. One of the ME guys said it was dead center between the eyes. Now I know why you finished first in your class at the academy."

"Five minutes later the two deputies turned up. That's it really."

"Sounds pretty much an open and shut case of self defense, but you have to go on administrative leave for five days, you know that don't you?"

"Yeah, that's okay, it'll give me some time to be with my daughter."


Four hours later, the last of the police officials left. Two deputies, the first two to arrive, had helped Mark clean up the blood from the tile floor of the landing, using bleach to clean the grout. There wasn't much as the ski mask had absorbed a lot. When they were done, no one would guess a dead body had been there. It was after two o'clock in the morning, when Mark set the alarm, after changing the code, and went upstairs. Peyton had got undressed and was fast asleep. He shed his clothes and got into bed. He spooned her back and fell asleep.

Chapter Five

Mark woke at six the same morning. Peyton was still asleep. He went downstairs, disarmed the security system and started a pot of coffee. Ten minutes later, Peyton came downstairs wearing a tee shirt and cotton panties. He loved looking at her long slim legs. She had the physique of a ballet dancer. She yawned and kissed him.

"Morning sweetheart, my knight in shining armor, my hero, my lover." He smiled.

"Thank you Peyton."

"What time did you come to bed?"

"Around two. I found out how they got the security code and key. They were holding Sally hostage and forced Olivia to give them up. They also found out from her that you'd be alone last night. She was smart enough not to tell them that all the doors were alarmed and the only way in without tripping the alarm was through the garage.

"I gave the police her name and number after you tipped me off. They called her but she wouldn't say much over the phone, they said she sounded stressed, so they got a location for her phone. She and Sally were being held at a local hotel by a third man, who unfortunately managed to get out of the bathroom window as the deputies broke into the room."

"Oh my God, is she okay, where are they now?"

"They're back at her house. I'm not sure she wants to come back, she's scared it would happen again."

"Oh that's a shame. But in a way it's a blessing as you can move in now."

"That's right. We need to find a maid to clean and change bed clothes and such. Maybe get her in once a week."

"Okay, and don't forget I owe you oral sex." He chuckled.

Mark called the security company, who came at ten o'clock and installed closed circuit cameras around the outside of the house, all with low light vision and motion activated. They made sure the signs indicating security cameras present were visible from all sides of the house. An electrical company came in the afternoon and installed motion activated floodlights. At five that evening Olivia and Sally came by to pick up their clothes and personal effects.

"I sorry we have to leave Peyton, I just can't go through that again, I was terrified that we and you would be harmed. Sally can't go through that again either, it really shook her up."

"That's okay Olivia, we understand. Mark's moving in."

"It'll be nice to have your dad around."

"Would you consider coming in once a week and cleaning, changing and washing sheets?"

"Yes I think I could do that, would say a Monday be okay?"

"Monday's fine." They collected the belongings, and by six thirty they were gone.

"Tomorrow, I'll move all my clothes and such from my townhouse and put it up for rent."

"Oh Mark, I'm so, so happy. I love you and tonight I'm cooking dinner."

"You can cook?"

"Yes, great-auntie Sara taught me and I have arranged for a personal chef to come in every evening starting Monday, and I'll be his sous chef and learn how to cook gourmet meals".


"Time for bed," Peyton said, "why don't you shower and join me as I have some unfinished business." Mark showered, dried off and walked into the bedroom where Peyton was waiting. She pulled the sheet back and patted the bed.

I've got something special for you tonight. I saw it on the Internet a few days ago."

"What is it?"

"You'll find out." She sat between his legs, his penis already erect. She lowered her head over his cock, closed her lips around the underside of its head and sucked. He shuddered as her tongue swirled around the head, pushing the tip into his pee hole. With one hand she rubbed up and down the shaft with her thumb and forefinger, while her other slipped under his ball sack, her forefinger searching for his anus. He gasped loudly as she pushed her finger inside him.

"Oh God Peyton," he whispered. He had never felt anything like it. He'd had rectal exams before but not while the doctor was sucking his cock. The combined effect was so erotic. She took more of him into her mouth until her lips touched her fingers holding the base of the shaft. As she bobbed up and down on his cock she stimulated his prostate, his breathing got more rapid as he approached his climax, legs jerking uncontrollably. Peyton felt his cock start to swell so she squeezed the base, stopping his semen.

Then she released her grip and a huge load of cum filled her mouth and went up her nose. She snorted and managed to swallow most of it.

"I won't be doing that again," she said when she emerged from the bathroom. Mark was lying on the bed with his head propped up on a pillow, smiling.

"Stop it Mark, it's not funny," she said as she jumped on the bed.

"I thought it was hilarious." She punched his arm.

"Ouch that hurt."

"Serves you right," she replied, then realized it was where he had been shot. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I forgot."

"Well it's pretty obvious, it's the arm with a dressing," he said sarcastically.

"When are you going to teach me how to shoot, you promised you would," she asked. "Then I can then save your bum," she added smiling and cocking her head.

"Monday morning, we'll visit the gun store as I have to pick up another carry, they're holding mine for evidence. You can pick out one that you like. They even have pink ones."

"They do?," she replied excitedly.

"Can we still go to the lake tomorrow? Maybe take the boat out."

"Okay, I'll call Jeff in the morning."


After breakfast the next day, Mark drove Peyton to the lake cottage. Jeff was waiting as Mark parked the Lexus.

"Hello Mr. Lewellyn, I'm Jeff the cottage caretaker," he said as he put out his hand. Mark shook it.

"Hi Jeff, please call me Mark."

"Okay Mark. I heard you had a little excitement Saturday."

"You could say that. I have to teach Peyton how to shoot so she can save me next time." Both men chuckled.

"Hey buster, you won't be laughing when I have to save your sorry ass," Peyton said with a Southern drawl. Mark and Peyton got on board the boat. Jeff showed Mark all of the controls.

"It has a four cylinder gasoline engine and a jet drive, so no propeller or rudder. It steers by moving the jet nozzles." He let Mark take it out and ride around so he could get the feel for it. Mark brought the boat back to the dock.

"You think you've got the hang of it?"

"I think so Jeff, thanks. I'll let you spend the rest of the day with your family." Mark and Peyton went into the house and changed into their bathing suits. Peyton pulled a cotton blouse over hers and Mark a Carolina Panther's tee shirt.

"You like the Panthers?

"Yes, why?"

"The attorney was going through all of my grandfather's stuff and he said he had two season tickets to all their home games. On the fifty yard line I think. Are those good seats?"

Mark whistled. "Fifty yard line! I should say so." He helped Peyton climb aboard and motored out into the middle of the lake.

"One of my buddies on the force told me of a nice secluded cove, you wanna see if we can find it?"

"Sure, where is it?"

"He gave me the GPS coordinates," Mark punched them into the built-in GPS unit on the console, and followed the directions. Ten minutes later, he dropped anchor in a very secluded cove. Most of the shoreline on Lake Norman had houses, but this cove had very steep banks, totally unsuited to build on. Mark stripped off and sat naked on the transom seat, Peyton followed suit. She lay beside him and stroked him to an erection.

"Only three more days of oral sex and then I get to have my virginity taken by my father, my lover, my hero."

"You're a virgin! I know you're only fifteen, but I thought girls lost their virginity earlier."

"I'm not the sort of girl to lose it just for the sake of losing it, and I did date a couple of boys back in England, but I wasn't in love with them. The strange thing is, as young as ten years old, with all the things Mum told me about you, I started to fall in love with you."

"Oh Peyton, that's so sweet. If we start having intercourse, we need to see about birth control."

"I've been on the pill ever since I started having my periods as they were very irregular. So we're safe." She lowered her mouth over his now fully erect cock and started bobbing up and down on it as she rubbed its shaft with her finger and thumb. Mark lay back against the white vinyl and spread his arms across the backrest, enjoying the feel of his fifteen year old daughter's lips and fingers around his cock. He had still not fully accepted in his mind that he was in love with his daughter and was having wonderful sex with her. He knew it was wrong, it was an incestuous relationship that he knew to be illegal in all but two states, New Jersey and Rhode Island.

His thoughts were dragged back as he felt the warmth of his orgasm spreading through his body, then it slammed into him, she felt his cock swell as cum coursed through and out the end.

"Oh jeez Peyton," he cried. This time she hadn't held it back and she easily swallowed every spurt as it jetted into her mouth. She felt his erection start to fade; she pulled off, letting his rapidly softening cock fall onto his thigh.

"Darn! You're so good at that, you're incredible." Mark lay on the seat and told her to come and sit between his legs with her back to him. She had a puzzled look on her face but did what he asked. She lay back against his chest with her head on his shoulder. He slid his hand down her flat tummy and touched the fine hairs on her mons. She put her hand over his to stop him going any farther.

"I'm still on my period," she said.

"I know, trust me." She released his hand. He slipped a finger into the top of her cleft, pushing her plump labia aside. He soon found her bump and pressed it. A stab of pleasure surged into her pussy.

"Oh my God, that feels so good," she murmured.

"Told you to trust me," he replied. He continued pressing it and massaging around it. He could feel her breathing increase and her hands grabbed his thighs, rubbing up and down as she chased her orgasm. She had masturbated before when she was on her period and knew how intense her orgasms were. This time was no different, she felt its stirrings deep inside, little twitches in her legs and butt. Then it rushed in taking over her body.

"Oh God Mark, I'm cumming," she cried, closing her legs, trapping his hand, as her body shook. Her fingers dug into his thighs causing his skin to turn white, as the pressure cut off the blood supply. After two minutes of an intense orgasm, she finally relaxed and opened her eyes. She relaxed her grip on his thighs, and when she saw the red marks she'd made, she was upset.

"Oh God Mark, I'm so sorry. Did it hurt much?" she said apologetically.

"It's okay honey, it was worth it to witness your orgasm."

"I've masturbated before while on my period, so I know how intense my orgasms are."

"Then why did you try and stop me?"

"Well I wasn't sure what you were going to do. You said seeing my tampon string turned you on, so I had no idea what you wanted to do. You want to swim?"

"Sure." Peyton was first to dive in, making sure she gave him a good look at her tampon string.

"Tease," he shouted as he dove in after her. He caught up with her and she put her arms around his neck and her ankles locked behind his waist.

"I love you very much Mark Lewellyn, my hero, my knight in shining armor," she said as she kissed him passionately.

"I love you too Peyton. I would die for you if I had to."

"Oh don't say that, I almost lost you once and I don't ever want to lose you again."

Chapter Six

Monday morning Mark took Peyton to Jim's Tactical to let her pick out a gun. After looking at half a dozen including a Glock 42 and a Smith & Wesson Shield, she finally settled on a Ruger LCP in a .380 caliber because she liked its concealed hammer. Mark picked up a replacement carry, a Beretta 92 Compact. Mark handed Jim his concealed carry permit and after a quick NICS check, they drove home. He spent the next two hours in the shooting range in the basement, showing her how to stand, legs apart with a double handed grip, how to rack the slide, and how to aim and fire it. After putting 100 rounds of Sellier & Bellot 92 grain hollow points through her gun, Peyton felt competent. However the first full magazine she fired, she had gone for the head shot and only hit it once.

"Forget trying to kill him, go for the body mass first to incapacitate, and then only the head if needed and at close range." For the next full magazine, she shot twice to the body each time. Mark told her she was a natural, which made her feel good.


Peyton was awake early Wednesday morning, and after going to the bathroom, she put on a clean pair of panties and a camisole that just covered her navel, and went downstairs. She put on a pot of coffee and poured herself a glass of orange juice. After disarming the security system she went out onto the terrace and watched the sun rise.

Fifteen minutes later Mark came out carrying a mug of coffee. He leaned over and kissed her.

"Morning sweetheart."

"Morning Mark, guess what?"


"I've finished my period, so you know what that means!"


"You Muppet," she chided, "you know what I mean. And don't forget, Andre my personal chef is coming tonight and I'm going to act as his sous chef."

"I can't wait to see you naked except for a chef's apron."

"MARK! Only when I get to cook us dinner alone."

"Oooo, I'd love to see your apron strings hanging down between the cheeks of your scrumptious ass." She giggled.

"What is it with you and strings?"


At five o'clock, Andre turned up with a box of ingredients.

"The kitchen's in that direction," Mark said.

"There's another box in the trunk if you don't mind," Andre said. Mark brought in the last box of ingredients and put it on the kitchen island beside the other one. Andre introduced himself.

"I'm Andre, your daughter's personal chef," he said.

"Mark, Mark Lewellyn, nice to meet you. I believe Peyton is going to act as your sous chef and you're going to train her."

"That's right, where is the young lady?"

"Here," she said as she came downstairs.

She shook his hand. Nice to meet you again chef," she said. "Where do we start?"

"Peyton, you're not dressed properly," Mark said.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"If you're going to be a chef, then you need to dress like one," he said, handing her a bag. She opened it and pulled out a pair of checkered pants, a chef's jacket with Peyton embroidered on the breast, and a black hat. He also handed her a complete set of chef's knives in their own protective case.

"Oh that's so sweet of you Mark," she hugged him and kissed him on his lips. Mark was thankful Andre was busy emptying the boxes of ingredients to notice. Five minute later she came back downstairs.

"I'm naked underneath," she whispered in Mark's ear. Mark almost spit out the Campari and soda he was sipping.

"God you're a little minx and I'm going to have fun doing nasty things to you later," he whispered back.

Mark watched as Andre showed Peyton the techniques of ingredient preparation, how to hone her knives with the steel, the correct way to dice onions, and chop garlic. She was a fast learner, and after showing her three or four times how to toss ingredients in a pan, the correct way to use her wrist, she had it down pat. He was extremely proud of his daughter, she was very intelligent and a fast learner.


After eating a wonderful dinner of a chef's salad followed by a lobster risotto with scallions and fresh Parmesan cheese, washed down with a nice Kendall Jackson un-oaked Chardonnay, Mark sent Peyton upstairs to shower and get into bed. He finished a Bunnahabhain 25 year old single malt scotch whiskey he found in her grandfather's wine cellar, set the alarm and went up and joined her in the shower.

"I was proud of you tonight, you picked up the techniques he showed you very quick," he said as he dried her back.

"It was fun, I enjoyed it."

"I've just realized something he said as he lay in bed with Peyton in his arms."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I'm about to take my daughter's virginity."

"You can always change your mind, but then I'd have to shoot you," she replied, giggled furiously. He cupped her left breast and rubbed her nipple with the pad of his thumb, feeling it get hard like a little bead.

"God I do love your breasts, they are just so perfect. I forbid them to get any larger." She laughed. He slid his hand down across the tummy and cupped her pussy. A gasp escaped her lips, as his middle finger pushed her plump labia aside and found her small clitoris.

"I love your pussy too," he said as he slid his finger down her cleft and felt her wetness. She put her hand over his.

"Mark, I can't wait any longer, I want you inside me. Take my virginity daddy." His cock twitched as he called him daddy, it heightened his arousal.

"I love it when you call me daddy as we make love."

"You should have said before, you want me to talk dirty to you as well?"

"Oh yes!"

"Make love to me daddy, fuck your little daughter's pussy." He moved between her legs and, grasping the shaft of his erection, rubbed its head up and down her wet cleft, mixing his precum with her juices. He stopped, the head of his cock sat at the opening to his fifteen year old daughter's vagina.

"Yes," she whispered. He pushed, feeling the resistance of her tight vagina. He looked into his daughter's face; her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip.

"Relax honey, just relax." As he said the words, he felt her vagina dilate. He pushed a little more, and she whimpered a little as the head of his penis entered her, taking her virginity.

"You okay honey?" he asked, concerned he had hurt her as she was so tight.

"S'okay daddy, just a little twinge that's all. Are you inside me?"

"Yes honey." She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked at his penis' head inside her vagina, a tight circle of skin was red, but no blood.

"Wow! it looks so big daddy," she said. He groaned when she called him daddy. Satisfied with what she has seen, she laid her head back on the pillow. Mark pushed a little more until half his cock was buried inside her. He still could hardly believe he had just penetrated his fifteen year old daughter's pussy. He felt thrilled at the notion, so illicit, so wrong, so amoral, but so good.

"God you're tight," he said, "am I hurting you?"

"No daddy, I like how it feels with your cock inside me - stuffed but it's a nice stuffed." He pushed some more, and, as his pubic bone pressed against her clit, the end of his cock bumped against the end of her vagina, giving her a double pleasure.

"Oh gawd daddy, that feels so good. Now I know what Mum was talking about, she said it was like scratching an itch." He fucked his daughter, slow strokes in, quicker strokes out until only the head of his penis was inside her vagina. Peyton hooked her ankles together behind his waist and pulled him down on top of her. Mark slipped his hands under her and cupped her behind, two handfuls of sensuous buttocks. As he plunged into her, she curled her pussy up to meet his thrust, stabs of pleasure hit her pussy as he bumped her clit and cervix.

He could feel the little jerks in her cheeks, telling him she was close to her climax so he increased the pace, thrusting a little quicker and firmer. Every time he bumped into her cervix, she uttered a loud "uh" a sharp exhale sound emanating from her chest.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." Then "Oh my God Mark, so good, so good," she cried as her orgasm enveloped her. Her body shook as if she was having an epileptic fit, his waist was squeezed by her thighs and her arms held tight around his neck. Her shaking went on for a minute, then she started to calm, small aftershocks came and went. Then he felt her grip relax and finally letting go, her legs and arms fell to the bed; it was if her whole body was nothing but Jello.

She opened her eyes. "Oh gawd Mark, that was incredible," she said, "I've never had an orgasm as intense as that one. Thank you, I love you so much."

He kissed her. "I love you too baby," he replied as he started stroking in and out of her vagina.

She felt how hard he still was. "You haven't cum yet."

"I wanted to witness yours first."

"Then cum for me daddy, spurt your cum into my pussy." The words spurred him on as he felt his orgasm gaining on him, his whole groin filled with that wondrous feeling as he knew he was near.

"Oh gawd Peyton, gonna cum baby."

"Cum in me daddy, fill your little girl's pussy with your hot seed." She felt his cock swell, making her tighter, semen rushed up his shaft and flooded her, spurt after spurt. He had never spurted as much cum before. Finally drained and sated he rolled to her side. She hugged him.

"I felt it every time you spurted, it was an incredible feeling. Mum tried to describe to me what it felt like, but she never came close."

"Let me cuddle you Peyton, I love going to sleep with you and waking up with you." She rolled to her side and Mark hugged her back, one arm around her waist and his other hand cupping her breast.

"This is nice," she said as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Seven

The next morning at breakfast, Mark made a suggestion.

"Peyton, you know my administrative leave is over in two days," he said.

"Yes, so?"

"Unfortunately you're a target for kidnappers, so I thought we should arrange for a personal assistant to be with you during the day when I'm not here."

"A bodyguard? You want to get me a bodyguard? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes, that's right. You need round the clock protection."

"Well in that case, I'll hire you. You have more of a vested interest in protecting me that any hired gun would."

"But I have my job."

"Let me ask you this, would you rather be with me and have fun or chase bad guys all day?"

"Damn Peyton, you're a hard one to argue with."

"That's why you love me isn't it?"

"Well . . . that and a few more exciting things."

"Will you at least think about it?"

"Okay, I will."


Mark parked his Lexus in the underground parking garage, picked up a bottle of Dom Perignon '98 from the wine cellar, and took the elevator to the kitchen where Peyton was helping prep for dinner. He walked up behind her and put his arm around her, showing her the Champagne. She shrieked with laughter, almost making Andre cut his own finger instead of the garlic.

"Peyton!" he said sternly, admonishing her for her kitchen behavior.

"Oh so sorry Andre," she said. She turned to Mark. "Is that for what I think it is?"

"Yes, as of today, I'm going to be a kept man."

"Don't look on it like that Mark, you're now my official bodyguard."

"Okay, you're now my responsibility."

"Andre can you finish prepping please?"

"Yes, we're almost done." She took Mark's hand and led him to the study.

"I spoke to my attorney Mitch Matthews a week ago, and he's set up a joint bank account for us. I thought the monthly cash allowance was not working. I mean I have to pay Andre and Olivia. So here are our check books." She handed one to Mark. He looked at it and a tear appeared in the corner of both eyes, as he saw the names on the checks.

Mark Lewellyn or Peyton Reynolds

"Oh Peyton, that is so sweet of you."

"Oh, that's not all," she handed him a Visa card in his name.

"You didn't have to do this, I have money."

"Mark, what's mine is ours . . . and my attorney said that you're my legal guardian as you're my father. So as of next week, you can do anything with me you like."


"Yes, what did you have in mind?"

"Oh I can think of quite a few things, but I think you need to get back in the kitchen," he replied, smacking her bottom.


Later that evening, they were sitting on the terrace, enjoying a couple of glasses of Champagne, watching the light fade. Mark drained his glass and stood up.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," he said.

"I'll be right behind you, I need to turn the dishwasher on."

As Peyton walked into the master suite, Mark was starting to get undressed and was in his boxers.

"Oh sorry, I forgot to set the alarm," she said and turned to go back downstairs.

"That's okay, I'll do it," he said, "get undressed but don't start without me." She chuckled.

"Check to see if I locked the terrace door as well," she shouted after him. A few minutes later she heard a gunshot. She grabbed her Ruger and ran out of the bedroom. She was horrified to see Mark on the kitchen floor moaning. A man in a ski mask was standing over him and raised his gun to give the coup de grâce. He was probably thirty feet away, but Peyton remembered her training. She quickly took her stance, legs apart with a two handed grip, aimed and fired twice. Both bullets hit the masked man dead center mass, just as she was instructed. Don't aim for the head, Mark told her, it's too small a target. The impact of the 99 grain hollow points bullet dropped him in a crumpled heap on the kitchen floor. He groaned and slowly started to get up. Peyton ran down the stairs, and as the man was reaching for his Glock, she fired and put a bullet in his head. He didn't move any more.

She hit the emergency buttons on the security system for police and EMT as well as the one to open the gate. She then tended to Mark who was slowly coming round. As he turned over, Peyton gasped at the blood coming out of a wound in his scalp. She quickly got a towel and held it to his head.

"Mark, talk to me," she said. He just groaned. She held him in her arms, waiting for the medics and sheriff to arrive. Five long minutes went by before she heard the sounds of sirens in the distance, getting louder far too slowly for her liking. As they stopped, she carefully laid his head down, ran and opened the front door. First in were two sheriffs deputies, guns drawn.

"It's okay, it's safe," she said. They holstered their weapons as she led them to the kitchen. While they checked the man's pulse, she called the medics to come and tend to Mark.

"I think he got shot in the head," she said. As one technician knelt to check him out, she looked over at the dead body on the kitchen floor and as she realized what she had done and promptly feinted. Fortunately the second medic caught her and carried her over to the sofa and laid her down. Five minutes later, she slowly regained consciousness. A sheriff's deputy was standing over her.

"Miss Reynolds, Miss Reynolds," he said, gently shaking her.

"Sorry," she said, "I must have passed out. How's Mark?"

"He'll be okay, I think the bullet grazed his temple. The medics are loading him up to take him to the emergency room. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I need to go with my father to the hospital," she insisted.

"I'll take you there are soon as we finish up here, There's a dead body in your kitchen and I need to find out what happened."

Realizing it was futile to argue, Peyton told the deputy exactly what happened. She told the same story to the same Homicide detective who had been there when Mark killed the intruder. He assured her, that it was a straight case of self defense and no charges would be brought against her. Two hours later, after everyone had left, including the medical examiner's people who had put the body in a bag and carried it out on a gurney, Peyton, set the alarm and exited the front door. The deputy dropped her off at the emergency room, where she was shown into a cubicle where a nurse was checking on Mark.

"How is he?" she asked the nurse.

"He's fine, a quarter inch to the left and he would be in the morgue. He's one lucky man." Peyton sat beside Mark and held his hand. He opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"How are you sweetheart?" she asked.

"Well apart from the mother of all headaches, I'm fine," he replied groggily.

"What happened after I got hit? I knew it wasn't a serious wound and I felt sure he was going to finish me off."

"As soon as I heard the gunshot, I grabbed my gun and ran to the top of the stairs. He was standing over you about to finish you off so I shot him twice."

"Damn! that must be all of thirty feet. Did you go for center mass like I taught you?"

"Yes I did, aren't you proud of me?"

"I am, but a .380 would only wound him unless you hit the heart or a major artery."

"I ran down the stairs and when I saw him reaching for his gun, I shot him in the head." Mark lay there, stunned at what she had just told him.


"I'm sorry Mark, it's all my fault, if only I'd locked the damn French door and set the alarm, you wouldn't be here."

"Don't beat yourself up. If I'd reacted a little quicker he wouldn't have gotten off a shot. It's me who should be apologizing; first day on the job as your bodyguard, and it's you who saved me. I remember what you told me about saving my sorry ass one day. How do you feel?"

"To be honest, after the medics arrived and one was tending to you, I looked at the dead body and it dawned on me what I'd just done and passed out. The medic must have caught me, because the next thing I remember was waking up on the sofa with the sheriff's deputy standing over me."

"Did Homicide come?"

"Yes, the same guy who interviewed you."

"That was Mitch. What'd he say?"

"He said it was obviously self defense and he was certain that no charges would be brought, even let me keep my gun." The nurse came back in.

"The ER doctor said you could go home Mr. Lewellyn," she said handing him a bag. "Here are some dressings you can use." Peyton helped him off the bed and out to reception where she called for a cab. Half an hour later they were back home.


"Well I don't know about you Peyton, but I've had about as much excitement for one day. What you say we hit the sack?"

"Suits me," she said. "No sex tonight," she added, smiling.

"The way my head feels, I wouldn't be up to it."

"Just kidding Mark."

Chapter Eight

Two days later Mitch Matthews called and told Mark, that the man that Peyton shot was the one who held Sally hostage, and the three of them were working alone so it may been an isolated kidnapping. When he told Peyton, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm cooking dinner tonight Mark, so we'll see if what I've learned has taken root."

"You're a quick learner so I'm sure it'll be delicious. I want to know one thing though."

"What's that sweetheart?"

"You going to be naked under your chef's uniform?"

"If you want me to, but you have to promise me something."

"What's that?"

"No fondling while I'm using a knife, or I'm at the stove."

"So your game any other time?"

"Oh yes."


At five, Peyton came downstairs wearing just her jacket and cap. Mark's mouth dropped open as he saw her. The hem of the jacket only came halfway down her butt and almost all of her pussy was exposed. An immediate erection made its presence known.

"Oh my goodness Peyton, if that's not the sexiest sight I've ever seen, then I don't know what is." She came over and stood in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her mons.

She giggled. "Stop, I've got work to do." She went into the kitchen and started prepping two chicken breasts at the sink. He walked up behind her, cupped her buttocks and put his head on her shoulder.

"You know what I fancy tonight?" he whispered in her ear.

"What do you have in mind?"

He squeezed her buttocks. "How about some anal sex?" She almost dropped one of the chicken breasts.

"Ooo daddy, you want to put your big cock in my bum - in your fifteen year old daughter's tight bum?"

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

She wiggled her butt. "Okay buster, make yourself useful and go bring up a bottle of white wine."


"That was very delicious Peyton, Mark said as he laid his knife and fork on his plate. "You did very well for your first meal, flying solo. Andre would be proud of you."

"Thanks Mark, glad you enjoyed it." After clearing away and putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Mark joined his daughter on the terrace. She had her feet up on another chair, the flaps of her jacket lay unbuttoned to her side. He planted little kisses on both nipples and her mons.

"God you're gorgeous. When do you want to go to bed?"

"As soon as I've finished this glass of wine. I get to use the bidet to clean a different place tonight," she said chuckling. Five minutes later she went into the master bathroom. Mark followed and got into bed and waited. Fifteen minutes went by and she still hadn't appeared and the shower had stopped running a while back. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Peyton was sitting on the bidet.

"This jet of warm water in my bum feels really good," she said.

"I wondered what was holding you up. Would you rather have a jet of warm water in your butt or something else?"

She turned the water off. "Something else," she said with a wicked grin on her face. She dried off and followed Mark into the bedroom and got into bed.

"How do you want me," she asked demurely.

"On your knees please, butt in the air, or as you Brits would say - bum in the air." She giggled furiously. Mark sat on his haunches and grasped her buttocks, spreading them wide, her pink rosette winked at him. He ran the tip of his tongue around the opening.

She gasped. "Oh gawd that feel so bloody good." He squeezed a small blob of K-Y gel onto his finger and inserted it into her anus followed by a second. As he rotated his fingers he pushed them in up to their second knuckles, she moaned loudly.

"You ready for more sweetheart."

"Yes daddy, please put your big cock in my bum." He chuckled. He squeezed another blob of K-Y gel onto her anus.

She gasped. "Ooo, that's cold." Mark grasped the shaft of his penis and guided it to her anus. He held her hips and pushed a little. Feeling resistance, he pushed a little harder and her anus dilated and admitted the head of his cock. A gasp escaped her lips.

"Jeez, that feels good, but it feels as if I have to go to the loo."

"That's normal," he replied. He pushed some more and half of his penis was buried inside her ass. She pushed back against him and she took the rest of his cock inside her.

"You okay Peyton?"

"Oh yes," she replied, "I'm more than okay. Mum would have loved this." He started thrusting in and out; his strokes were met with the backward movement of her ass as she actively fucked his cock. Her fingers were rapidly rubbing her clit as he fucked her in the ass, his ball sack hitting her pussy.

"Oh gawd Mark, cumming," she cried as her orgasm rushed in, she dropped to the bed carrying him with her; her hand between her legs cupping her pussy. Mark kept on stroking in and out of her ass until he felt his cock swell.

"Cumming too baby," he cried as semen jetted out of the end of his cock, flooding her, spurt after spurt into her tight ass. He collapsed onto her, panting, sweat beading on his brow and his chest, mingling with her sweat. His penis finally went soft and he pulled out; a small amount of cum seeped out until her anus closed tight. He rolled to her side.

"Good?" he asked.

"More than good."

"Did you like it?"

"Better than regular sex - no, but a nice alternative when I'm on my period, because for some reason I get really horny then."

Part Four - Barbados 2017

Chapter One

A week after Peyton's eighteenth birthday, celebrated with a small dinner party that Andre had prepared, they were at the lake cottage lying in bed. They were basking in the afterglow of an intense early morning lovemaking session.

"I've been thinking," she said.

"About what?"

"Our future. I'd really love to have your baby some day." Mark's jaw dropped.

"Baby! Where did that come from?"

"It's been on my mind ever since Mum told me about you - that some day, I would find you, we'd fall in love, get married and have children."

"Peyton honey, you know that's not possible, no one would issue a marriage license, and if anyone found out we were having sex with each another, I'd spend a lot of time in prison and that idea doesn't thrill me one bit."

"I know, and I've been doing some research. There's only two states that don't make living together and having sex illegal, and that's Maine and New Jersey and I don't much care living in either as I'm not a fan of cold climates. We couldn't get married, as that is still illegal."

"So what do you have in mind?"

"You know I once told you that when I was eighteen, we could go anywhere, do anything?"


"I want us to buy an island."

"An island! are you kidding me? A whole island?"

"Yes. I found a couple and the good news is, they're in Barbados which allows a father to marry his daughter . . . and they speak English, but drive on the left side of the road." Mark lay there stunned at what Peyton had just suggested.

"When can we go and look at them?" he asked, as the of owning an island had sunk in.

"This week if you like."

"Shall I call the airlines today?"

"No silly, we'll take a charter jet direct from Charlotte-Douglas airport direct to the Grantley Adams International Airport."

"You've thought of everything haven't you? You're like a Jack Russell terrier, won't let go of anything until you've got what you need."

She punched him. "So I'm a dog huh?"

"You know what I meant."


Two days later, they were looking out of the window of the charter Learjet 45X as it made its final approach into Grantley Adams International Airport. Fifteen minutes later, they were greeted by Jonny Brathwaite a light skinned Bajan with a broad smile that displayed two rows of pearly white teeth.

"You must be Mr. Brathwaite," Peyton said offering him her hand. He shook it.

"Welcome to Barbados Miss Reynolds, and Mr. Lewellyn, and please call me Jonny, everybody else does." He shook Mark's hand.

"Please follow me, I have a car waiting at the curb." They followed him out into the sweltering heat, and got into the back of a white limousine, thankful for the air conditioning.

"I have two islands to show you, one is off the north end and the other off the west side. We'll go and look at the one on the west side first as it's near your hotel in Bridgetown." Fifteen minutes later they pulled up outside the Hilton Barbados Resort at Needham Point. After checking in and leaving their bags with the bell hop, they got back in the limo for a short drive to the docks where a boat was waiting. It only took a ten minute boat ride to get to Sweeny's Island.

"Wow! this is beautiful," Peyton said, as they approached the only boat dock.

"We are on the Western or leeward side," Jonny said, "which means that although we're not in the Atlantic hurricane belt, you are offered some protection on the small chance we get hit by one. After getting off the boat, Jonny took them for a brief tour of the grounds which were well manicured. He showed them the custodian's house where a man and wife lived. Jonny explained that the wife took care of the house, cleaning and cooking and her husband took care of the grounds and any maintenance.

"It's entirely up to you if you keep them or not, but the owners were very pleased with their work."

"Oh we wouldn't even consider turning them out of their home," Peyton replied.

The fully furnished main house was a large colonial style with a full-length second floor balcony facing west. It had a master suite and four guest bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, and a large living room. There were eight glass doors in the living room facing west. With the touch of a button, the doors split into two banks of four, each door concertinaed on one another and slid to the sides, making one large opening onto a terrace under the second floor balcony. At the rear was a spacious dining room with an adjacent chef's kitchen.

"Wow Mark, look at this kitchen. I can imagine cooking meals for our family in here. What do you think?" she said excitedly. "Do we want to look at the other one?"

"I've seen photos on Jonny's website and I like this one better, as it's so near to Bridgetown and is on the leeward side. Also, that other island didn't have a caretaker's house or get its power from the mainland. The idea of carrying gas in a boat ride for the generator doesn't do anything for me."

"So is this the one?" she said smiling broadly.

"Yes Peyton, I can be happy anywhere you are, but I like the feel of this place. Damn, never thought we'd own an island."

Jonny came over. "So you want to go and look at the other one?"

"No Jonny, we like this one. How much are they asking again?"

"Eight point six million US dollars."

"We'd like to offer eight million, all cash, seven day close," she said.

"Okay, let me call my sellers," he said, stepping outside to make a phone call. Five minutes later he returned. Peyton looked at him nervously biting her lower lip.

"They countered at eight point three."

She looked at Mark. He nodded. "We accept," she said.

Chapter Two

Two weeks later, after all of their personal belongings had been delivered, they settled into their new life. They had met their caretakers. Scott Pinkerton and Renelsa Alleyne. They were a couple in their forties, both dark skinned Bajans who spoke both very good English as well as Bajan Creole. At first they both thought the couple weren't married, but they were told Scott Pinkerton was his first name. So to be easy on the tongue they settled for calling them Scott and Rene. Both Mark and Peyton liked them, as they both had easy going personalities but were very good at their jobs. Rene kept the house spotless, her cooking, although not up to Andre's standards, was good none-the-less, and she was pleased to get a few nights off from cooking. Scott did a great job maintaining the grounds and keeping the swimming pool clean.

A week after moving in, Mark purchased a small motor boat so they could get into town without having to call for a water taxi. He used the funds he got from selling his house and car. He also purchased a Jeep Wrangler so they could get around the island much to Peyton's dismay, as he was having a hard time remembering to drive on the left. She laughed as he kept getting in the passenger seat and not finding a steering wheel.

"Whose stupid idea was it to drive on the wrong side of the road anyway?" he said in his own defense.

"Well I guess you can thank my countrymen," she replied, "as the island was settled by the British in 1627."

"Quite the little historian aren't we?"

"Well, at least in English schools we do learn all about the British Colonies," she countered. He was also glad to discover that firearms were permitted, the Bajan police were happy to issue him permits for both his and Peyton's hand guns as well as his AR15.


"We haven't explored the island yet, have we?" Mark said one nice breezy Tuesday morning after breakfast. "Up for a little adventure sweetheart?"

"Okay I'm game." They walked down through the gardens in front of the house across a white sand beach that was protected by a natural rocky breakwater. From the beach they walked inland, climbing a faint footpath to the highest point on the island, some sixty feet above sea level. There was an old wooden signpost that announced the elevation - 18.6 meters ASL and its name:


"There must have been boys in the family that owned this house," he said, pointing to the sign. Peyton had a quizzical expression on her face.

"You never read Treasure Island?"

"No, I was more into Wind in the Willows and Alice in Wonderland." From where they were standing, they could see the extent of their domain, The main house and grounds to their southwest, the caretakers cottage to their south, and Bridgetown to the east. To the north there was a lone grove of Carambola trees and a rocky headland. Most of the island was heavily wooded, mainly with coconut palms but with a scattering of Mangos and Tamarind trees.

They saw a structure on the east side of the island, that they hadn't noticed as they rode in. They set out to see what it was, following another faint trail down to the shore. As they approached the structure, they could see that it was constructed from steel and was hidden behind a rock outcrop, which was why it wasn't visible from the water. It was some form of a metal portico with a wooden door. The metal was rusty from being in the salt air but was still substantial.

"I wonder where it leads?" Peyton asked with excitement in her voice. Mark turned the door handle and opened it.

"Let's find out," he said, as he walked into the dark tunnel that looked as though it had been cut out of solid rock.

"Look, there's a light," Peyton said pointing to a fixture. Mark looked at the fixture mounted to the ceiling. It had a metal base and glass housing with its protective metal guard. He followed the conduit that was attached to it, down the wall and into a metal switch box. As he flipped the switch, a series of lights came on disappearing into the distance.

"Wow this is fun," he said, "I wonder if pirates made this?" He closed the door behind them, and, taking Peyton's hand, started walking. The tunnel turned in different directions as if it followed a natural fault line in the rock. They walked for fifteen minutes and came to a wooden door at the end of the tunnel. Mark pushed on the door; it easily swung open. They walked through the opening into the cellar of their house.

"Well I'll be darned," he said, "it leads to our house." The door swung closed behind them and they noticed it had shelving on it, it blended in with the other shelves filled with dry goods, so if you didn't know it was there you would never see it.

"I've heard of these back in England, they're called priest tunnels," she said, "but why here?"

"I have no idea," he said, "unless it was to provide a means of escape if the house was attacked. It was probably dug when there was another structure here many years ago when pirates roamed these waters."

"I wonder who knows about it besides us and the previous owners?" she mused. They climbed the stairs and entered the kitchen. Fortunately Rene was not there.

"I'm hungry after our little adventure," Peyton said. "Go and sit on the terrace while I fix us some lunch." Mark grabbed a beer and headed for the terrace that overlooked the white sand beach. He still could hardly believe they owned an island. Ten minutes later, Peyton came out carrying two tuna melt sandwiches and placed them on the teak table.

"I just got a text message from our attorney," she said, looking at her iPhone. "We got a full price offer on the house and we close in two weeks. We also have an offer on the lake cottage, it's 50 thousand under asking. You think we should counter?"

"That's great," he replied. "I'd counter at 25 thousand under and see what they do."

"Do you know what you're going to do with the funds, I mean it's close to three million dollars?"

"It's our money Mark, why do I have to keep reminding you?"

"I know, sorry. I guess it's my pride, don't like being a kept man."

"You're my sex slave Mark Lewellyn," she said, "and don't you forget it." He chuckled.

"What do you have in mind for tonight oh mistress?"

"I'll think of something don't you worry. By the way, do you still have your police handcuffs?"


"Get naked," Peyton demanded.

"Yes mistress," Mark replied meekly. He stripped and got on his back on the king-size bed with a wrought iron headboard. She took the handcuffs out of the drawer in the nightstand, making sure the key was still there, and fastened one half on his right wrist. Passing the other half through the vertical center rod of the bed, she fastened it around his left wrist.

"Now you're my slave, to do with as I please."

"Don't hurt me mistress, I'll do anything you ask." Peyton stood on the bed between his legs and slowly removed her clothes, taking a lot of time to remove her bra. She left her panties 'til last, dropping them to her feet and stepped out of them. She picked them up and put them in his mouth. He inhaled deeply, taking in her musky aroma. As she knelt between his legs, she grasped the shaft of his penis and lowered her mouth over its engorged crown until it was down her throat. She kept it there for thirty seconds, before pulling off, gasping for air, thick and thin tendrils of white translucent spittle joined his crown to her lips. He groaned loudly.

A cool breeze wafted in through the open French doors, through the bedroom and out of the open bathroom window, cooling his hot body. She was straddling his waist, her plump labia pooched out either side of his erection lying flat on his stomach.

"Oh my God that's such an erotic sight," he said. She started scrubbing back and forth along his shaft. As she ground her pussy into the shaft of his cock, her clit bumped the underside of its head sending sparks of pleasure through her body. At the same time she was masturbating his cock, she was pinching his nipples. Mark's breathing started to quicken as he approached his climax, the wonderful feeling of an orgasm started to spread throughout his groin.

"Oh God Peyton, cumming baby," he cried. She felt his cock swell as semen coursed through it and spurted out in thick white ropes onto his stomach, spurt after spurt. Peyton watched in amazement as his cum jetted out and covered his stomach, pooling in his navel. She got off him and lay beside him and started to lick his cum off his body. Mark watched as his eighteen year old daughter, his lover, licked up and swallowed his semen.

"Jeez Peyton, that's so fucking hot." She looked up at him, smiling as she lapped up his cum. Mark was surprised that he still had an erection.

"Come on honey, get back on top of me, you've still got work to do." She looked at his hard penis and smiled.

"Must be the sea air," she said as she lifted a leg over him. She grasped the shaft of his penis and guided it to the wet opening of her vagina. Slowly, she lowered herself down, impaling herself on his erection. With her hands on his chest, she scrubbed back and forth, bumping her clit against his pubic bone, feeling her orgasm rising inside, spreading through her groin. She scrubbed faster and faster chasing her climax until:

"Gawd," she cried and collapsed onto his chest, her body shaking, her arms tight around his neck, he felt puffs of hot breath on his neck.

"I love you baby," she gasped as she felt his cock swell again and small spurts of his teeming fluid hit her cervix.

Chapter Three

"I didn't know there were still pirates in these waters," she said, looking at her iPad on her lap, as she sat on the wicker chair on the terrace the next afternoon.

"What are you talking about honey?" he replied, looking up from the book he was reading.

"Says here, that a fast speedboat with four men on board has been stopping yachts and robbing the occupants. One yacht was stopped three days ago on the Eastern side of St. Vincent. How far away is that?"

"About a hundred miles I think, why?"

"Are we safe here?"

"I don't think they'd bother us, they prey on sailboats mainly."


"Mr. Lewellyn, Mr. Lewellyn," Scott shouted, banging on the front door. Mark got out of bed, pulled on a pair of jeans and sandals and went downstairs and let Scott in.

"What's going on Scott?"

"I was taking my walk as I do every night at this time, and I heard a speedboat circling the island. That's never happened before, no speedboat would be out at this time of night, it's too dangerous. You think it could be those pirates everyone is talking about?"

"I don't know, but to be safe, go and get Rene and bring her to the house." Scott ran back to his house as Mark raced upstairs.

"What's going on?" Peyton asked as she got dressed, sensing something was not right.

"Scott said he heard a speedboat circling the island. He's gone to fetch Rene. Why don't you take them down and hide in the priest tunnel."

She took her gun out of the nightstand drawer and tucked it in the waistband of her jeans. Mark did the same, and pulled his AR15 off the shelf in his walk-in closet, picking up an extra magazine and putting it in his back pocket.

"What are you going to do?"

"Protect us."

"Don't play the hero and get killed, please," she pleaded.

"I'll be okay, c'mon let's get downstairs." He put the sling of the AR15 over his neck and followed Peyton. Scott was waiting with Rene.

"Go with Peyton, she'll show you where you can hide."

Peyton kissed him. "Be careful Mark." He locked the kitchen door behind him and went outside and hid behind the boathouse at the end of the dock. He could hear the speedboat off in the distance to the south, but he could also see another much larger vessel far away to the west, it had a searchlight and was scanning the ocean. The noise of the speedboat's engine started to get louder, then it appeared around the south end of the island, no lights, and as it approached the dock, the driver killed the engine. He heard voices talking in a language he didn't recognize but they sounded agitated. He felt a thud as the boat bumped the dock.

Four men got onto the dock and started talking to each other. Then Mark realized what was happening. The larger vessel he had seen, was probably a coast guard cutter from Saint Vincent looking for the pirates that stopped a yacht a few days earlier, and the pirates were looking for a place to hide. He took out his tactical flashlight and set it on its SOS flashing position and wedged it in between the wooden slats of the boathouse facing west. He peered around the corner of the boathouse. There was a full, hunter's moon and he could clearly see the men, as well as their shadows as they started up the grass toward the house. Pulling the sling over his head he shouldered the rifle.

"Stop," he shouted. Startled, the men scattered left and right. One stopped and raised his pistol. Two quick shots from Mark's gun hit him center mass. There was no way he was getting up as the .223 caliber 55 grain hollow point rounds fragmented inside his torso. The three other men stopped dead in their tracks as they heard the gunshots. One headed for the beach and the other two for the house. Mark skirted the pool and headed for the south side of the house to try and cut them off. He peered round the corner of the house. One man was at the kitchen door, trying the handle while the other stood guard looking back toward the dock.

The first pirate raised the butt of his rifle, intending to break the window.

"Oh no you don't buster," Mark muttered under his breath. Two quick shots took him down. Mark quickly ran around the east side of the house to try and outflank the third pirate. They almost ran into each other as Mark rounded the front corner. The pirate went to raise his pistol but a quick jab to his throat with the open vee of Mark's thumb and forefinger, broke his windpipe. He pulled the Beretta out of his waistband and put a single shot to the man's head.

"Okay, one to go," he said to himself. He could see the Coast Guard frigate getting closer, but there was no sign of the last pirate.


"Will we be safe in here?" Rene asked, "and how did you find it?"

"We were exploring the island a few days ago and came across the entrance on the east side of the island," Peyton replied. Then she heard footsteps approaching. Putting Rene and Scott behind her, she took her stance with her Ruger. The pirate came around the last turn in the tunnel and stopped as he saw Peyton and the two caretakers. He fumbled with the Glock in the waistband of his jeans, but didn't have a chance to withdraw it as two shots to his chest pushed him back and he crumpled in a heap. A third shot to his head finished him. The noise of the gunshots in the small tunnel was deafening and they all put their hands to their heads and rubbed their ears.

"Stay here," Peyton ordered as walked down the tunnel, stepping over the dead man. As she approached the entrance, she stopped and raised her Ruger. The door opened and Mark peeked inside. As soon as she saw him, she put the gun back in her waistband.

"God I'm glad to see you," she said as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I shot one back down the tunnel. Scott and Rene are okay but a little shook up."

"He's the last one, as I got the other three. Good job honey." He followed her down the tunnel to where Scott and Rene were hugging each other. They all went upstairs, and as Mark looked out of the window, he saw the frigate anchored twenty feet off shore and an inflatable with three armed crew members on board heading for the beach. Mark handed Peyton the AR15 and went down to the beach to welcome them.

They looked at him suspiciously. "I'm Mark Lewellyn and my daughter and I own this island. I sent out the SOS signal." The lead sailor came ashore.

"I'm ensign Marley sir, can you tell me what happened?"

"Scott my caretaker, told me a speedboat was circling the island, so I got him, his wife and my daughter into a safe place and waited for them."

"Where are they now sir?" One's over by the dock, a second is by my front door, a third at the side of the house, and the last one's in a tunnel that leads to our cellar."

"Did you kill them all, as we heard gunshots?"

"I shot the three outside and my 18 year old daughter killed the fourth one in the tunnel."

"Wow, you've had an exciting evening," the ensign replied. He turned to his two crew mates and told them to go back to the ship and get four body bags.


Two hours later, the Saint Vincent Coast guard had all four bodies back on board their vessel. The ensign approached Mark and Peyton.

"I've spoken to the chief of the Bajan police, and he said for you and your daughter to go to the police station in Bridgetown tomorrow and give formal statements." He shook Mark's hand and left. One of his crew mates, fired up the pirate's speedboat and headed for the frigate, where it was craned on board.

"C'mon sweetheart, I think we've had enough excitement for one night, let's go back to bed." The next day, Mark and Peyton took their boat to Bridgetown. They jumped in the Jeep and drove to the District A police station on Station Hill, where they gave separate statements. Two hours later they were back on their island.


Two weeks later, they got married in Bridgetown using rings they had brought with them from the U.S. Two weeks after that, Peyton announced that she was pregnant. Because they would have to put down Mark's name as the father, they decided that Peyton should give birth in Barbados. Eight months later she gave birth to a healthy girl in a private room in the Queen Elizabeth hospital. They gave her a name:

Lisa Anne Lewellyn.

Two years later she was joined by her baby brother Peter Mark Lewellyn.


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