When we were eleven, we both woke up one day with a pimple on our chin. Dad had suffered terrible acne as a teen and took us to a dermatologist that afternoon, wanting to save us from that particular misery. Within a week the pimple was gone and no other has ever appeared. Now her face is befitting her name, it belongs to an angel. Oh, her lips. They are a light red, voluptuous, and always moist. Her hair is raven black and comes to mid back. She keeps it straight with the exception of a curl added on the last two inches.
She is five feet ten inches in her bare feet. My God does she have fantastic legs. No one else but me and sometimes Mom ever get to see them, but if she was ever allowed to wear a bikini, there would not be a male within sight that would not gawk at them. Muscular, long, creamy and silky smooth are only a few of the words to describe them.
She has the classic hour glass figure. A tantalizing 36-24-36. Man-oh-man is she limber. Must have come from all the ballet and gymnastics classes. She can place a knee next to her bicep. I have seen her stand flat footed and take the other foot and touch the ceiling. Yes it was a low ceiling, but the fact she could do it is amazing. Her stomach is as flat as a board and smooth as the rest of her.
Now I get to the good stuff, her breasts, or to be a little vulgar, (At least for a good Christian girl) her tits. Wow! Does she ever have a great rack. They jiggle and bounce as she walks. She wears a D cup. She does not have any of the bras shown on TV that ‘lift and separate.’ She does not need them. Her perky breasts stand up proud and strong without any help.
She has an ass dancers and strippers the world over would love to have. A tight little bun that makes you want to pinch and squeeze it. Her cheeks are so smooth you can take a silk scarf and run it over them. There are no bumps or protrusions to snag the hanky. It flows over her as evenly and smoothly as water flowing down a brook.
Now, for the cream of the crop, the best of the best, the piece de resistance: her vagina, cunt, pussy, pee hole, heaven’s gate, or any other term that describes an entrance to sheer joy and bliss. She still has her cherry. No dick has been able to get past all the guards and safety checks Dad has in place to make sure we stay pure and unblemished. She is all natural there. There have been times she has considered shaving, but to this point has never worked up the courage.
Okay, let’s go back to the beginning of my narrative. I stated my life is hell. Now if you were to stop reading my story here, you would think, What a spoiled rotten bitch, She has it made and does not even realize it. If this is where it ended, I would have no option but to agree with you. Sadly this is not where the story ends. For you to understand, we have to return to my Dad, preacher man extraordinaire.
Let me say at the outset, my Dad loves me. He has never treated me unkindly, unfairly, or abused me. He provides for my every need. I have the best of housing, clothing, food, medical treatment, schooling and so on. I lack for nothing. Nothing that is except for a sexual outlet. Angelica and I attended private schools. All girl private schools. Twice a year boys from the male counter part of our school were invited over for a social event. That is, a dance and tea. These were well chaperoned events. There was a ratio of one adult to every two students. Each chaperone selected a set of students they shadowed from the time the vans brought the boys over to the time our parents picked us up.