This is a story of utter love, dark lesbianism, and incest. If you don't like my stories, then please ride on by, you are not needed.
Andrea Walker was a phenomenon, in twelve months she had out grown herself, she had been 5ft and a bit, now she was a 5ft 10" wonderful statuesque beauty. She had weighed in at around 90lbs. Now she turned the scales at 130lbs. And no one knew why.
Her parents had been unable to keep pace with her clothing, and turning from an almost ugly duckling into the wondrous sleek, elegant beautiful black swan she now was. Her body had gone from the near elfin bean pole, to the superb sleek feline graceful one looking back at her from her mirror, and all in that wild twelve months.
She had always been pretty facially, but always lagged behind the other girls when it came to the boys. Now at 18 years and a bit, and also still a virgin, she knew she could have the pick of almost any one of them in her school, never mind class.
On top of her now 5ft 10" frame was her afro hair, it was neither tight, nor over curly, it had waves in it. She loved the black silk feel of it in her fingers, cut to her neck, it bushed around her lovely head like a black gold halo, and this gave her an appearance of being even taller. The descendant of African heritage, she was completely at home in her smooth milk chocolate skin.
Her fine arched eyebrows over huge dark magnetic eyes, set between a pert upturned button nose, guarded by high cheek bones, above fabulous round pouting lips, the upper one slightly larger than the lower, and a lovely, but strong chin. Her smile now could dazzle people, brighter than the lash of a lightening strike. She had strong white even teeth. No one who knew her, but hadn't seen her for a while were all shocked by the terrific change in the now beautiful woman they observed.
Her body had grown in style with her face, from being almost straight up and down; she now swept and flowed where it all mattered. Wide shoulders smooth and rounded, high firm taut breasts that tipped to upturned nipples, that were darker than her, and touch sensitive, ½" long, and ½" wide. Flowing to a narrow waist, sweeping hips held up by legs that other women would die for, and men drooled over.
While she had been emerging from her unknown cocoon, she had shunned everyone, especially the boys who were watching with more than passing interest, the growing of before their very eyes, beauty. But she was sensible enough to attach herself to a boy, simply to keep the others away from her. She didn't love him, never let him touch her, she certainly didn't touch him, and only gave him an obligatory kiss on the cheek. He soon tired of it, but it was months before they parted, and now she was ready, she felt, to take on the world.
There was one boy who she did had an inkling for, he was Peter Jackson, who lived not too far from her, he was in another class, and was as popular with the girls in school as any boy could be. She decided he was the one, all she had to now was to get him. He was about 1" taller than her, well built, without being overly powerful looking; she wasn't too keen on that.
He was what girls would call dishy, longish wavy blond hair, happy disposition and was popular all round. He got good grades, his future looked bright and promising, Yes, she thought, I'll have him. And with that in mind she set about enticing him. It was easy, her flashing eyes, her suggestive smile had him wanting to chat with her, get to know her.
She brushed him off a few times but he kept coming back, then the dark beauty reeled him in, he was hooked and under lock and key. Andrea was herself soon falling for him, they made the best looking couple in school. And his mother, who was deputy head at their school, was delighted for them both.
Andrea could see where Peter got his blond good looks. Mrs Jackson was sight to behold in her own right. She was also the object of just about every boy in school. She knew she wa either widowed or divorced, she hadn't asked because she didn't like to. That would become apparent later.
Peter was gagging to have sex with Andrea, 'No,' she had told him, 'I'm a virgin, and I'm staying one for a while too, so you'll have to wait, or go elsewhere,' she told him. He didn't want anyone else, so reluctantly, he decided to bide his time and wait for her.
It seemed that every passing day Andrea grew more and more beautiful not only to look at, but in her ever growing graceful, and womanly ways. Her looks became more beguiling, more interesting, and she was learning that what she had was a gateway to her secured future, one of her own choosing. Not one of someone else's, but she now was in love with Peter, she hadn't expected this, had no knowledge of what love really was, she only knew that she liked it, and she liked how she felt about it.
Peter for his part felt much the same way, he had no knowledge either of what love was, except that the only person he had ever loved was his mother, that was unconditional. The fact that he knew she was a beautiful desirable woman was because all his friends had told him so. She was an MILF, he of course was more than embarrassed that his long time widowed mother, was the object of such juvenile yearnings.
But if anyone were to find out that he had actually jacked off over her he would die! Even Andrea, who he was growing closer and closer to, never knew of his inner secrets. Upper most in his mind was getting Andrea to let him make love, or learn to make love with. He was dying for it, he had a constant hard on for her, among lots of other boys his age at school, but Andrea only had eyes for him. He didn't know it but he was getting closer and closer to the day when his world would blow his balls out of earth gravity.
She was letting him feel her body, and unknown to him, she was teaching him, she only knew that he had to learn her, to understand her. The way nature intended such a sensuous beauty could only be understood. Andrea didn't understand her inner self this way yet, but she was becoming more and more aware of what she was, and also what she had. She only knew what was inside of her, that it was more important than could ever be explained.
After another month had passed she decided he was ready to be allowed her delights, she had started taking g the pill in readiness. She had him at home on her own, she got him in the bedroom where he willingly went at her bidding. Getting him on his back while still fully dressed, the dark skinned sensuous beauty, kneeled over him. Andrea kissed him, he sensed something, but was unsure, she scared him at times. Not physically but in his head.
As she kissed him passionately, she told him, "You know I love you Peter don't you?"
"Yes Andrea, I do know, and I love you baby, I really do." His excitement was already near its peak. His prick was throbbing, and begging for her attention.
"You had better, because one day you and I will be man and wife, so don't get any ideas about any one else or you are dead!" Peter laughed, then almost choked as she grabbed his young hard cock through his trousers, her eyes held him in her power.
