Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2023 13:07:54 -0700 From: Ocelot Subject: Dawn Grows Up Chapter 16 Hello there, welcome to the next installment! Let's get through the important stuff so we can get to the good stuff. This story contains sexual scenes between an adult male and two minor girls. If this kind of stuff is prohibited or offensive or whatever, you may leave. If you want to read, go ahead. Also, Nifty cannot continue to host stories such as this one without generous donations from you! Give `til it hurts! I give Nifty a license to display this story on their website. It is not to be displayed anywhere else. Also also, I know it's been quite a while since our last installment. 2022 wasn't a great year, and this had to take a backseat for a while so things could be gotten through. My sincerest apologies to our fans and readers. It wasn't my intent to keep you waiting. The naughty Jedi and I have a lot to tell you so please be patient as we tell our story. Also times three, this story is dedicated to the Naughty Jedi. I have enjoyed making this story with you. TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This chapter contains scenes of physical violence and rough rape-like sex. If you don't want to continue, that's all right. I'll see you in the next chapter with a brief summation of this chapter. This chapter is told from Dawn's point of view. "Hey girl!" Amber's head came from behind and she rested her chin on my shoulder. "History's really bad today, eh?" "Yeah. I didn't find it interesting. Then again, how much can someone learn from a slideshow?" I stowed my books into my locker, and pulled out my Algebra book. We had one final class before school let out for the day. Amber and I shared a few classes, but we didn't have similar schedules. In classes that we shared, we sat apart in the back so that we wouldn't draw attention to ourselves. So far, nobody had noticed that our bellies were slowly swelling. Amber's more than mine. The uniform of the private school we attended helped. Long gray skirts for us girls, white button down shirt, and a thick gray sweater. Knee high socks helped conceal how our legs were also swelling a bit. A lot of the girls we went to school with looked fat and dumpy in the clothes. We were nearing the end of the school year, and our due dates were in late summer. We were hoping we wouldn't wake up one morning and look like we'd swallowed a beach ball. We'd be fine giving birth while on summer break, and we'd be able to come back to school on time. Math passed by, and soon Amber and I were in the sunshine. A light breeze stirred my long dark hair as we walked to our bus stop. It wheezed to a stop, and we got on board, paying our fare. I set my bag between my legs and turned to Amber. "Ready for Los Angeles?" I asked. Amber rolled her eyes, lifted a fist as if to sock me one, but she sighed and lowered her hand. "Sure, eight plus hours on a chartered bus, one day touring some ancient opera house, and an evening of watching some fat women scream in German." Amber was studying German. Her teacher was taking some students to see "Die Walkure" by Richard Wagner. I'd listened to some of it. I was pretty sure there was some screaming in some of the songs. "Bring me back something nice, will you?" I asked. "Like what? Some nice LA smog? Obscene graffiti? A gang?" "I was thinking just a postcard or something," I said in a mock serious voice. "Bring back a gang of boys our age for a gangbang, please." Amber looked at me for a second before we burst into giggles. It wasn't very funny, but either due to our puberty hormones, or pregnancy hormones, or a mix of both, we found random things to be funny. When we got home, Amber wrinkled her nose and commented "Citrus is in their air." Nodding, I bent and took my shoes and socks off. Inside, Weston was playing with his new toy. For five thousand dollars, he'd purchased a Mop-it. It was a battery powered floor mopping device that was normally found in big businesses with lots of tiled or marble floors. This was a residential home, but many rooms and hallways had tile. Rather than bring a mop and bucket around with him when he cleaned, Weston just puttered along as if he was a janitor in an office. The soap which was used only with the machine left a strong citrus smell in the air. Sure enough, we found Weston in a hallway, barefoot, slowly walking behind the machine. He nodded, and flipped all three switches on top of the machine with one hand. There was a deafening silence as the roar of the vacuum and hum of the brush stopped. "Hey girls," he greeted us, opening his arms. We kissed and hugged him, enjoying a three person hug for a moment. He told us to get a move on with our homework, especially Amber since she'd be leaving town. He turned the machine back on, and kept mopping. We kept our shoes from the still wet floor, and went to the room where the two of us had desks and computers. Since Weston was our guardian, he wanted to make sure we had a space for doing homework. Each desk had a computer, and a printer. Weston used his own office desk to monitor the stock market. After dinner, I offered to do the dishes with Weston while Amber packed for her trip. The bus would leave the school during the next day, and they'd arrive in time for dinner. I'd be with Weston by myself for a few days. I smiled. It was kind of like when we first met. It was just me and Weston alone in bed together. But for a while now, things had been different. Since my parents had disappeared at sea, something had been changing inside me. Not my pregnancy, but something else. I hadn't been able to achieve orgasms like I usually had. In fact, it was quite a surprise to me to look back, and remember the time Weston had been gone for a week for a stock seminar. He'd had an awful week, and had come home drunk. He'd beaten me, and forced himself on me. I wouldn't say he raped me, but it was certainly rough. Going over that night in my mind, I felt my insides flutter. In a good way. Since then, I'd been faking orgasms, and was waiting for Amber to have her trip so I could be alone with Weston. I had a plan. A plan to antagonize him, get him drunk, and see if I could be beaten and raped again. Hopefully it would stoke that fire inside me and make me cum properly. "Okay, I'm about good here. Go wipe table, gather the towels, and toss them in the washing machine." Weston said this as we were nearly done cleaning the kitchen. "Yeah," I smiled at him and squeezed his hand. I went to where Amber was packing, some towels in hand. "I'm gathering towels, so if you want to shower, grab a new one from the closet." "I like fresh towels," Amber said, holding a pair of blue panties in her hand, placing them in her roller suitcase. "They always have this...nice feel that used towels don't have." "They also smell nice, too," I agreed, leaning against the doorframe. "It's that fabric softener we use. Spring meadow. I've never really been in a meadow in springtime, but I'm sure it feels and smells nice." "We could take a cross country trip one day, looking for meadows during spring break." "Forty eight fucks in forty eight different states?" I ask, smiling. "And in those amber waves of grain." "Amber in amber," I grin. Amber grinned back, and grabbed a red bra and began folding it. I headed down the hall, grabbing the towels off the racks in the bathroom before tossing the whole load, kitchen and dish towels into the washing machine. The machine began with the hiss of water flowing. I went to the theater room, and found Weston settling onto a couch. I sat beside him, and we cuddled together, waiting for Amber. Soon, she came in, declaring she was all packed. She sat on the other side of Weston, and soon, we were kissing and groping each other. Kissing and being groped felt nice, but it still felt like it was missing something. Soon, Amber's nipple was in my mouth, and I was nibbling on the hard nub of flesh. Weston's fingers were inside me, my panties having been removed, and his other arm was curled around Amber's waist. Our hands were on his hard uncircumcised cock, slowly stroking it. Amber moaned as Weston's fingers penetrated her as well. Our bellies were a bit swollen, but it actually enhanced the sensations as we rubbed against each other. I was first to straddle Weston, rubbing my slit against his cock. Our fingers were laced together, and I gazed into his eyes as I slowly slid onto his pole. I loved him, I really did. I loved Amber as well, but though I had nice feelings from having a cock inside me, it was lacking something. Something we hadn't really explored. Amber reached between us and massaged my clit while I slowly slid up and down Weston's cock, I moaned, and watched as Amber and Weston kissed, one of his hands caressing my body, his fingers rubbing against my hard nipples. His soft hands made their way around to my ass and I moaned softly as he massaged my cheeks as I kept riding him. Amber soon replaced me, Weston's hard cock inside her and I was kissing Weston, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. His hand drifted to my left breast, and he cupped the soft yielding flesh which had been slowly swelling as well. My pink nipples were taut as his fingertips ran over them, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh god, you're both so beautiful," he moaned. His hand traced over my stomach, and he rested it between my legs. I moaned as his finger parted my lips, and slid inside. Amber was whimpering, close to orgasm, and Weston was breathing heavily. Within a few moments, we were cumming together, Weston's hot cum filling Amber, his fingers being clenched as my pussy pulsed and quivered. The next morning, we were showered and dressed. Weston took us to school. Amber went to the bus idling in the parking lot, and I went into the building. We had said our passionate goodbyes the night before, but I still looked back as I entered through the doors. I went through the day, missing Amber, but glad I didn't have to spend the day travelling on a bus. It wasn't the same as a private plane. Weston picked me up and I saw he had the ticket for his dry cleaning tucked in the visor of his Jeep. "Got a few errands to run," he explained, as he went down the street opposite of the way we normally took to go home. "Dry cleaning, get gas, and I want to stop at the liquor store." Our first stop was the gas station. He swiped his credit card and the pump, and I went in for some drinks. Walking pass the multiple doors filled with cold canned and bottled beverages, I stopped at the soda fountain. I got the fifty two ounce cups. I filled mine, and then filled his with root beer. I had a plan, and the root beer would be important. He nodded his thanks as I handed him his soda, and we got in. "Want anything from the liquor store?" he asked as he found a parking spot. He would sometimes let us have a drink of our choice. "How about a few bottles of Everclear?" I asked, smiling. He shrugged and nodded. I sat in the Jeep and texted Amber. She was aching to get out of the bus. They were nearly there, but it would take another two hours before they arrived. I let her know she didn't really miss much in school. Weston came back a few minutes later, and he handed me a brown paper bag. Inside was two bottles of Everclear. He took a sip of his root beer, and headed to the dry cleaners. Electing to stay in the Jeep again, I watched until Weston was inside the building at waiting in line the counter. There were two people ahead of him, so I knew I had a few minutes. I took a few quick sips of his drink, stifling a burp, then unscrewed the cap on one of my bottles. I dumped most of it in, taking the level of the beverage to the same it was before and used the straw to stir everything all together. I replaced the lid, and then sat back. The last time Weston had been on a bit of a bender, he had lost control, come home, and then forced himself on me. It was awkward and painful at first, but I realized after my parents' plane went down that was what I needed. That was what was lacking. Violence had happened to my parents, and I needed violence to happen to me so I could feel what they felt. The Everclear would be a short route to that happening. I had waited until Amber was out of the house so I could make it happen. Soon, Weston's dry cleaning was hanging in the back, and he got in and had another sip. He swallowed it without complaint. The root beer taste was covering the taste of alcohol. We headed home, and I carried my backpack, and he had the dry cleaning. Going in, he went and sat in his office, working on the computer, still sipping his root beer and alcohol mix with no comment. Twenty minutes later, when enough time had passed and the Everclear was acting on him, I went back to his office, carrying a bottle of ink. I was just in my panties. We normally didn't wear much around the house, and always kept the curtains closed so any people who came near couldn't see in. It wouldn't do for someone to see a twenty something aroused and eyeing a mostly naked teenager who clearly wasn't his daughter. "Hey, Weston, I need, ah shit!" I said, as I "accidentally" dropped the bottle of ink. The glass bottle didn't break, but the lid which I had loosened came off, and black ink spread everywhere. Weston whirled around, eyes red from the potent alcohol. His curled into the same snarl he had that night when he first beat me. I knew I was going to get what I want. He stood from his chair, fists clenching. Inside, I smiled as on the outside I put on a suitably worried face. "You fucking clumsy bitch! This rug was ten thousand dollars! Now it's worth nothing thanks to your useless ink!" "Weston, I'm sorry, I-" He cut me off with a fist to my breastbone. I staggered back. I was barely over five feet tall, and Weston was over a foot taller than I was. Even though he didn't hit me as hard he possibly could, he still staggered me. I felt my foot slip on the puddled ink, and took a step back, making a footprint on the rug like a dance step. "Not the torso," I begged. "I'm pregnant!" "You fucking slut! You planned the pregnancy!" he rumbled. "Wanted to lock me down ride my coattails with my stock market success!" His hand flicked through the air and he gave me a backhanded slap across the face. My long dark hair flew as my head rocked. He grabbed me by the throat, and kicked my legs from under me. He slammed me on the rug square in the puddle of ink. "If you like ink so much, roll around in it. And I'll mark you up good for fucking up my rug!" Weston sunk into his drunken rage then. He kept one hand around my throat, not squeezing, but so I couldn't move or escape. With his right hand, he hit me over and over. Hard. Painfully. He pounded my left upper arm and then went down and beat my thighs. There was pain, it made a haze around my vision. But through the haze, I could feel my pussy getting wet. Weston kept slapping me backhanded so he wouldn't leave marks, but he was smearing some ink around on my face. Hitting me wasn't enough. He wanted to do more. He braced himself on the floor, lifted himself up, and drive his knees into my legs, knotting my muscles. My legs tensed, and my pussy wanted more. This was what I wanted. After a period in which he attacked everywhere he could that wouldn't hurt the baby, he pulled his shorts down. His hard uncut cock sprung free. "You're such a slut, coming in here in just your panties. You want me to fuck you, don't you? Don't lie. I can feel the heat coming from between your whore legs." He flipped me around, driving my face into the rug, smearing more ink across my cheeks and chin. Not needing to worry about leaving visible marks on my ass, he proceeded to spank me as hard as he could. We had done spanking while fucking before, but there was always a build-up process to get it done right. Weston just went full speed and as hard as he could. "Look at that slut ass jiggle," he growled. Soon, I felt his the head of his cock probing me. But not my pussy. My ass cheeks felt like they were on fire as he pulled them apart, and probed my hole there. Rumbling about what a useless, careless bitch I was, Weston slid his cock inside my ass. It felt slick. I wondered how the hell he had lubed up, but then realized he had just used some of the ink. Without any preamble or letting me get used to his thick cock inside me, he began thrusting. "Fucking careless bitch. Disrespect my rug, and I'll disrespect you!" One arm snaked around my throat and squeezed and the other knotted itself in my hair and he pulled back with both arms, making my body curve backwards. My breasts peeled free from the rug, my nipples hard. Again and again, he slammed into my ass, choking me and pulling my hair. He pulled me back even further, my back screaming in agony as he came inside me, his cock buried and pulsing inside my ass. He pushed my face deep into the rug, slapped my ass for a while, and then picked me up, taking me down the hall and to the bathroom. It wasn't the one the three of us showered in his master bedroom. It was the one between my bedroom and Amber's bedroom. He dumped me unceremoniously into the shower stall. "Wash your whore self off," he said, shutting the glass shower door. "You've got ink everywhere." I heard his footsteps go down the hall, and into his own bathroom and shower. I lay on the floor of the shower for a few minutes, panting and coming down from the high I had gotten while he had been beating on me. It was worth it. It was what I had wanted. I wanted more. Soon, I reached up and twiddled the knobs, causing a hot spray of water to cascade over my naked body. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. My back hurt. My ass hurt. I caressed the one thing that didn't hurt which was my pregnant stomach. "It's okay, honey. Mommy is here. Mommy needed that, and would never let daddy hurt you." Reaching up, I pulled down the loofah and body wash. I soaped up my arms, scrubbing a bit to get rid of the ink. There would be bruising for sure, and I'd need to explain things to Amber, but it was worth it. After a while, I stood up on shaky legs, and leaned against the tiled wall, turning the shower head to the pulsing stream, and played it over my legs on the removable head, massaging my legs. With my free hand, I alternated between caressing my belly which was curving a bit, and playing with my erect nipples. When the ink was scrubbed off me, I thoroughly washed my hair, and then used the massaging stream of the water to bring me to an orgasm. As it subsided, I turned the water off, and stepped out. I wrapped a towel around me, and another around my hair. I always felt like the bride of Frankenstein when I did this. Heading down the hall on shaky legs, I used one hand on the wall to help brace myself. Weston came out of his bedroom, and I paused, not sure if I was ready for a second round. Instead, he came over to me, and gently picked me up and carried me to my bed. He sat next to me, and held me. "Oh Dawn, I didn't mean what I said. There was something in my soda that," I pressed a finger against his lips so he'd stop talking. I looked up at him and smiled. "Don't worry about it, Weston. I planned it all. Remember that night you came back from your conference all pissed off, drunk, then beat and fucked me hard and rough?" My finger was still against his lips so he just nodded. "That awoke something in me. A longing, no, a need for pain before fucking. Sex with you and Amber since then has been good, but to me, something felt lacking. The hitting, the roughness. I planned all this. I spiked your soda with Everclear to get you hammered, and dropped the ink on purpose. Since my parent's plane went down, I've been feeling hollow a bit inside. What happened just now filled it up nicely. I love you for that, and I'm sorry about your rug, but I didn't know how you'd react if I straight up asked for you to beat me before fucking me." "You silly little girl," he said, smiling a bit. "I love you so much, Honiahaka. I'd spit in the face of god himself if you asked me to. Next time, there's no need for such shenanigans. Just ask. Matter of fact, there's even been a request or two from our viewers to have some rough sex. We can make plenty of money from those kinds of films." "I love you, Keha," I said, savoring his words and my special name for him. "Now come on, let's get dressed and get rid of that rug." He slid his hand up my thighs and slid it between my pussy lips and used his thumb to rub against the stubble of hair there. "You can get rid of that rug too," he smiled. "You know I love my girls smooth and bald there." "I know," I said, letting my towel fall open. Weston pulled out a t-shirt and jeans for me while I pulled on a matching black bra and panties. I got some socks and was putting them on when he left to his room to dress. Soon, we had the rug rolled up, tied, and lugged it to the Jeep which we loaded it into. "Are you good to drive?" I asked as he made to climb into the driver's seat. "Yeah. My body is pretty good at processing alcohol. It's just like water to me. Gets out pretty quick." I nodded and got in beside him. We took the rug to the dump, and paid fifteen dollars to get rid of the rug. We stopped and picked up pizza and wings before heading back to the house. We ate while snuggling together and watched a movie. It was like just after we had met and he caught me in his pool. I felt so in love, and sighed happily. He had his arms around me, and he kept caressing my slightly swollen stomach. The next day, I stayed in bed beside him, glad it was Saturday. Despite the shower massage the day before, my legs and back were stiff and sore. Weston's naked body was beside me, making me feel so little compared to how tall and toned he was. I ran my hand down the chest of the man I loved and snuggled closer, content with just the nearness of him. He stirred, and rolled onto his side, smiling at me. "Good morning, Honiahaka." He kissed me, his hand cupping the back of my head. I kissed him back, our lips parting and tongues touching. When we pulled apart, we were panting slightly. He had a twinkle in his eye. He picked up my naked body, and took me into the shower. He put the water on and held me against the tiled wall. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he was holding my thighs. Water cascaded around us as we kissed, and I could feel his hard cock probing against my thighs. "Fuck me, Weston," I whispered, and he slid into me. He kept me pinned against the wall, sliding in and out of me. We had sex before going to sleep, so it took a little while, before we were cumming together, his hot seed filling me. Carefully, he helped me stand and we washed each other before getting out. That evening, Amber and I were outside talking around the backyard fire pit, and I caught her up on gossip she had missed at school. My hand slid under her shorts and caressed her mound though her panties as she talked about the opera. We eventually made out for a while under the stars. As it always does, time passed. Our bellies got bigger, and our school sweaters did a great job of hiding them. When we came home from the last day of school, we both lounged in the pool while naked. "God, I thought I'd die of heatstroke keeping the sweater on," I said as I swirled my hands though the water. The past few weeks had been warm and several of our schoolmates had stopped wearing their sweaters with the warm weather. "Much better now," Amber agreed, doing a few slow laps, her toned legs propelling her through the water. "Nothing to do now, but go to the clinic, and get bigger," I reached and caressed my stomach which was bigger than ever. The summer passed. Since Amber and I were both were petite, we soon stayed inside as our bellies got big. We spent a lot of time in the theater room, watching movies and shows on the reclining chairs. Weston paid a lot of attention to our needs, catering to us and making sure we were as comfortable as possible. One afternoon, about two weeks before school started again, Amber hollered for Weston and me. I had been in the bathroom, and was coming down the hall as fast as I could, one hand on the wall, one on my back. Weston, not carrying a baby inside him got to her first. "What's up?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "Ooh, I think it's time," Amber said, her breath puffing out in bursts like a locomotive. Weston's eyes got big as the reality hit. We had been packed for weeks, and registered at the clinic. I wondered if the clinic would be ready for a baby delivery, but since they catered to the extremely wealthy and were extremely discreet, they were our only place to deliver. Weston got into the front seat, and I got into the back with Amber, holding her close and fanning her face. After what seemed like an eternity, we pulled into the parking lot, and Weston got an orderly to help Amber into a wheelchair and took her in. Weston helped me along, I leaned on him for support. We got into a private room, and Amber changed into the gown they provided and got into the bed. The nurses connected her to machines that read her vitals. Time passed slowly. Weston held Amber as best he could as the contractions got closer and closer together. I sat in a chair in the corner, giving verbal encouragement as best I could. By eleven thirty that night, sweat was running down Amber's face in rivulets. "Okay, looks like we're almost ready," the doctor announced just before midnight. My stomach felt all knotted up. My best friend and lover was in extreme distress, and I could do nothing to help. Every cry from Amber was like a jolt going through me, my stomach knotting itself up again, and again. Finally, just after midnight, she delivered twin girls. The staff cleaned them up, and laid them in her arms. "Jade, Azure," Amber murmured, her chosen names for the twins. Weston had a big smile on his face. My heart leapt as I saw the little ones being held so tenderly and gently by the new mother. Suddenly, I realized, it wasn't my stomach that was knotting up, and my heart wasn't leaping for joy. "Oh, shit," I moaned. "It's too early." Amber had been pregnant for about a month before I got pregnant. But regardless, I was still thirteen years old, petite from years of gymnastics. Clearly, my body had had enough. "Doc...Amber delivered. Now it's my turn," I gasped as a wave of pain hit me. Through a white haze, I could feel myself taken across the hall, and soon was in a bed hooked up to machines as well. It was nice to relax as best I could, letting others take care of me. Weston, like had done with Amber's delivery, took pictures and filmed me with his new iPhone 4 which been released a little more than a month previous. The room lightened then got dark again as the sun slid through the sky. "If you deliver before midnight, our babies will have the same birthday," Weston said. "I know, and I'd like that," I said through gritted teeth as another contraction rode through me. "I'm trying, but the baby will come when he's ready." At a few minutes before midnight, I delivered a wonderfully healthy baby boy. He had a gathering of dark hair on his head, and his eyes were big and dark like mine. He had Weston's chin and nose. "Welcome to the world, Harrison," I said, holding my new baby boy in my arms. "I'm your mother and I'm going to take care of you. I only wish your grandparents were here to meet you." I closed my eyes and thought of my mom and dad. I still didn't believe they were dead. Just lost at sea. Weston kept their house and vehicles cared for, and took care of my every need. I knew my mom and dad would be super pissed at getting pregnant while I was still thirteen years old, and they'd be super pissed at Weston for doing it, and they'd likely hang him from a pole if they knew he was the one who got Amber pregnant. I laid back as Weston gently took Harrison from my arms. I was exhausted. I was glad it was over. It was done. Actually, it wasn't. It was just getting started. I had a new life now. Weston kissed my forehead. "I love you. You're so grown up now compared to the girl who moved in next to me." "I feel grown up, and I love you so much" I said, smiling at him. So that's the end of the chapter here. I hoped you liked it. Again, apologies for the long hiatus. Life can happen, and life did happen. As the man once said "Life...uh...finds a way." Anyway, if you have questions or comments or anything, you're always welcome to email me, fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com or you can hit up the naughty Jedi on Twitter @DawnHoniahaka