Anamnesis ©
Chapter One
By Fiction Writer #13
Edited by Tajod
( incest, mother, father, daughter, son, sister, brother, con, reluct, toys, rim, anal, teen, Femdom, paranormal)

The heavy steel door groaned as it held back the water on the other side.  A fine mist sprayed out of some of the weaker points.  Beyond the glass portal only darkness could be seen, but spidery cracks were beginning to form along the edges.  It was not going to hold for long.

"Run, Robbie... Run before it's too late."

Robbie turned away from the imminent danger and ran down the long corridor.  The flat concrete floor hurt his bare feet as he ran.  More doors, all closed tight, lined the walls to his left and right, none offered safety.  Ahead of him stood a figure, a nude little girl with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Robbie, help me!" she called out to him. "It hurts, Robbie!  Please don't leave me here!"

"Who are you?" Robbie called as he ran to her. "Tell me who you are!"

"You know who I am!  You have to remember.  Help me,Robbie!  Please!  Don't leave me!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as her arms reached out for him.

No matter how hard he ran, he could not get any closer to her.  Behind him the strength of the door finally failed, steel screaming against concrete as the torrent burst forth.

He was so close, so close to holding the girl in his arms, but the chilling waters were on him in a heart beat.  They picked him up and tumbled him around, knocking the breath from his lungs.  Still he sought her out in the dark waters.  She had to be here, she had to be somewhere with him in this tidal wave of death.

His bones chilled and his lungs burned as the darkness began to steal away his life.  Something brushed against his hand as he drifted, something that took hold of him and pulled him near.  One moment his eyes saw only darkness, the next his vision filled with the smiling face of the girl with blue eyes.

"I love you, Robbie." Her lips formed the words, but he heard her voice in his head.

"Aaahhhhh!"

Sixteen year old Robbie Davis sat bolt upright in his bed, the sheets falling away in all directions.  His breathing was labored as he sucked oxygen deep into his lungs.  For a few minutes he just sat there, trying to catch his breath and calm his heart.  It was still a little dark in his room, but the gray blue light of a pre-sunrise morning filtered in through the slats of the horizontal blinds.

Leaning over he opened the drawer of the night-stand and pulled out a composition note book and a pencil.  Within the pages he jotted down all of the details he could still remember from the dream.  He had three of these books filled from cover to cover, all containing the fragmented descriptions of the same dream.

Some nights he remembered less than others, but today his pencil filled the page full with graphite words.  The dream was almost identical every time; the door holding back a flood, a long corridor lined with other doors, the concrete floor, the sounds and smells, and of course, the nude girl.  Most of the space within the black and white marbled note books was dedicated to the mystery of her.

Robbie couldn't figure out why she looked so familiar, nor why these odd dreams seemed so real to him.  All he knew was that for the past year he'd been having them almost every night, and they were getting worse.  On several occasions recently he'd woken up like he had tonight, desperately gasping for air as if he truly was drowning.  He feared what would happen if he didn't wake up in time.  Would he suffocate in his dreams?

The worst part of the whole thing was that he had no one to talk to about what he'd been going through.  He'd tried to talk to his sister Steph, but she would always change the subject or get distracted as soon as he mentioned the little girl.

Rob's father, Stanley, had reacted similarly.  At the mere mention of his dreams, his father would interrupt him with some other news, usually some stupid stock information.  That's how he'd made his fortune, the stock market, but it seemed like he only spoke about it when Rob mentioned his dreams.

If that wasn't strange enough, his mother Helen couldn't even be bothered with Rob's sleeping problems.  She'd simply scoff at him, tell him to grow up, and then leave the room.

He and his sister were home schooled by their parents so he didn't have any school chums or teachers to talk to about his problems.  Their house was located in an isolated area near Miflin, NY, way up in the forest by a mountain lake.  His father had chosen it for the privacy it offered.  That privacy meant no neighbors for miles in any direction, and effectively, no friends for Robbie or Stephanie.

They weren't completely cut off from the outside world, though.  His father had to be able to check the market from time to time so they had internet access.  The World Wide Web was Rob's relief valve.  Whenever his dreams began to freak him out, he explored the web in search of answers.  The web opened up a vast world of possible reasons he'd been having these reoccurring dreams, ranging from medical to the supernatural.  There were sites to interpret and sites to diagnose causes.  It was on the internet that he'd gotten the idea to write them down in a dream journal.  He hoped that one day he would have enough of the details put on paper to find an answer to why he'd been having them in the first place.

Rob had found out other things on the web as well.  Things that he sometimes wished he hadn't.  It was on the web that Rob first realized just how different his family was from other families.  He'd grown up believing that everyone else lived the same way his family did.  Boy, was he shocked when he read that most of what they did together as a family was considered not only immoral but illegal.

Ever since then he'd been a little reluctant to join in with what his mother referred to as 'games'.  He wasn't ashamed of the things they'd done, for the most part he'd enjoyed those 'games', but finding out that the rest of the world frowned upon people like them made him wonder why they acted the way they did.  Could something that felt so right, be so wrong?

Robbie tapped the sharpened point of the pencil on the open page. "Her name... what is her name..."  It was right on the tip of his tongue, but like all of the other times he'd woken drenched in sweat, it still eluded him.

Putting the book away he pulled out another, this one focused entirely on the little girl.  Over the past few months he had added little to its contents, but his original descriptions had been enough.

Young girl, maybe ten or eleven years old.   About four and a half feet tall, long blond hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen.  She was thin, and though short, she seemed to have long lean legs and arms.  She had a flat tummy and an inny belly button.  Her chest was also flat, her ribs showing slightly under her lightly tanned skin, but her nipples were dark and poked out from her body like pencil erasers.  She had a cute pixie-like face, tiny ears and a slightly upturned nose.  Her butt was adorable, two perfectly smooth bubbles topping her lean thighs.  Other than the top of her head and her eyebrows, she appeared not to have any other hair, especially not on her vulva, which when she moved would expose her pink, glistening flesh underneath.

If Robbie had been an artist, her image would have been more detailed than a photograph.  She was real, he was sure of it.  No matter how long it took, he was going to figure this out... he was going to find her.

"Robbie!  Stephanie!  Breakfast!"

The sound of his mom's yelling shocked Robbie out of his daydream.  Looking around the room to his alarm clock he was surprised to see how much time had passed since he'd first started writing.  Bright sunlight filled his room with a warm glow.

He quickly hid the book back inside the drawer and got out of bed.  Standing nude, he stretched his arms over his head, his finger tips brushing the ceiling.  After a brief yawn he moved to open his closet door, but stopped short, his hand still reaching out to the handle.

'That's weird,' he thought to himself. 'Why was I going to get dressed?'

He and his family were nudist, and always had been.  The only time any of them wore clothing was when it was cold outside.  Shrugging off his odd urge to dress as a symptom of lack of sleep, he opened his bedroom door and headed off to use the bathroom.  His older sister Stephanie was coming out as he went in.

"Morning sleepy head," she smiled as she ruffled his sandy hair with her hand.

While Rob had his blue eyes and blond hair from his mother, Stephanie had her raven hair and brown eyes from her father.  At eighteen years of age she was a beautiful young woman.  Her hair, black as night and straighter than an arrow, hung well past her shoulders and just brushed the milky white tops of her bare breasts.  Her complexion always remained soft and creamy, even when she enjoyed the sun.  Like everyone else in the family, her body hair had been cleanly removed; all that remained of her jet black pubic hair was a thin strip that ended where her pink slit began.

"Morning Steph." He leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek before she was out the door.  No matter how many times he's seen her naked, the site of her pale C-cup breasts never ceased to give him a rise.  Unfortunately peeing with a hardon is never an easy task, and now he was forced to painfully bend his six inch staff downward in order to aim into the bowl.

Finished with relieving himself, Robbie turned to the sink and brushed his teeth.  The face in the mirror had changed a lot in the past few years, though traces of the little boy he'd been still peeked out here and there.  Years of swimming in the lake had made him lean and muscular; his nudist lifestyle had given his skin a golden brown color unbroken by tan lines.  Robbie had that southern California surfer look, even though he'd never left the state of New York in his entire life.  With his morning ritual complete, Rob headed down the stairs to join his family at the table.

He knew something was up the moment he rounded the corner.  They all were seated, eyes locked on him, and they were all smiling.  His sister was grinning the most, a cat that got the canary kind of grin that let Robbie know he was in for something bad.

Helen, his mother, sat at the head of the table.  A red blush of arousal flushed her cheeks and the tops of her still perky breasts, the nipples of each pointed hard and long.  The only hair that appeared on her entire body was located on her head, long and blond.  The rest of her was completely smooth, tanned and tight.  Though hidden from view by the table, Robbie could tell that she was gyrating her hips in small, slow circles on her chair.

His father was sitting with his chair turned out at an angle, displaying his nude body.  He too was without body hair.  His eight inch prick stood proud, tall, and baby smooth as his right hand slowly stroked from base to purple tip.  It glistened in the early morning light, a combination of precum and the special jelly lubricant that they all used making it shiny and slick.

"Looks like someone forgot what day today is," his mother beamed at him as he moved into the room.  Rob blushed red, feeling a bit self-conscious having his family all staring at him.

"Okay... what did I forget?" Rob asked, searching their smiling faces for some clue.  His way too happy sister filled him in.

"It's Monday morning..." She waited for him to come to the answer himself, but seeing the same blank stare on his face she continued, "Mom's new game?"

Realization suddenly struck Robbie like a thunderbolt. "Oh shit!"

"Robert... watch your language," his father chided.

"Sorry, Dad, it's just that... if I had remembered... I would have been down a lot earlier." His voice fell to almost a whisper as he shifted nervously from one foot to the other.  He turned to face his grinning sister. "Why didn't you warn me?"

"And miss the look on your face as you try to sit on that thing?  Never!" she giggled as she spoke, her bare breasts bouncing with each titter.

"Don't tease your brother, Steph," his mom came to his rescue. "You haven't been able to take Grampa either."

"I have so!" Steph tried to defend herself.

"Yeah, up your cunt, but what haven't you got up there?" Robbie couldn't help himself, the insult came out before he even knew that he'd been talking.

"Robbie!" his mother scolded, "don't talk that way to your sister."

"Sorry, Mom." Rob hung his head.

"Don't apologize to me, tell your sister you're sorry."

"Sorry Steph."

Stephanie was all smiles listening to him apologize, until her mother spoke again.

"Now, Robbie, if you can get Grampa inside of you, all the way, I think it would only be fair if Stephanie started to try him in her bottom as well."

"Mom!" Stephanie was up from her chair in an instant, her pussy making a wet sucking sound as the seven inch dildo that had been buried inside of her remained firmly attached to the seat.

"No complaining, Steph, you've been avoiding using Grampa in your bottom for far too long," her father spoke firmly. "It's only fair that you get the same treatment as Robbie and I.  Your mother has waited long enough to see you both stretched properly."

Steph made a sour face but kept her comments to herself.  She reached between her legs and grasped the slickened dildo, guiding in back into her slit as she slowly sat back down with a sigh.

Robbie's mother, Helen, had come up with this game over a week ago, calling it 'musical chairs'.  The Davis family owned four realistic dildos, each molded from a real phallus, and each now standing upright and proud from the four chairs around the table.

As Robbie now remembered, seats would be chosen on a first come basis.  Since he had been the last to arrive he'd been left the one dildo that no one else had wanted.  Stephanie had made sure that a particular dildo, one that they all called 'Grampa', had been left for Robbie.

All four of the fake cocks had come from the male members of the family.  The one now penetrating Stephanie was modeled after her great-grandfather's cock, seven inches long but only four inches in girth.  Though they had never met him while he was alive, his cock had pleasured them all many times.

The one nestled inside of Helen's bare quim had been molded from Robbie's staff a year ago, it stood five and three-quarter inches high and five inches around in thickness.  Helen and Stephanie had taken great pleasure in comparing what Robbie had been sporting versus what he now possessed.  In the year since its creation Robbie had grown a quarter of an inch longer, but the circumference remained the same.

His father rocked a bit in his seat, readjusting to a more comfortable position.  In doing so he revealed the realistic testicles of the phallus now stretching his anus.  The balls below were identical to the set dangling from above.  A perfect reproduction of his own cock pierced his body, rubbing against and massaging his prostate gland.  His face winced in pain as he settled back down, but was soon replaced by a well satisfied look of serene contentedness.

Resigned to his fate, Robbie moved to the only unoccupied chair and pulled it out from under the edge of the table.  From the center of the seat, already slick with lubrication, projected the flesh colored monster known simply as 'Grampa'.  The thing that worried Rob and Steph about Grampa wasn't its length, but its obscenely wide girth.  It stood tall at an average six inches but was nearly seven inches around, or about as thick as Rob's wrist.  Looking down upon it, Rob let out a deep sigh.

"Would you like some help, honey?" Helen asked the trembling teen.

"You mean, like last time?" Rob answered without looking up.

The last time Rob had attempted to take this monster inside of him had ended as a horribly painful experience.  After a period of preparation, Rob had squatted down on the beast as Steph and his father helped to hold him upright.  His mother had knelt between his legs, stroking his cock and balls as he slowly lowered himself.

He had managed to get the head past his sphincter, a huge accomplishment for him, when his mother had suddenly lost all control of her urges and impaled herself on Rob's cock.  Her added weight as she fucked herself on him was too much for Steph and Stanley to hold, and Rob's knees buckled.

Rob had blacked out during her wild ride, the pain too intense for his brain to comprehend, but Steph had told him later that his mother had fucked him until she came.  Steph and Stan had tried to pull her off but she fought them tooth and nail until she was done.  In the end, Rob had taken almost the entire length, but not consciously, and he felt the devastation Grampa had reeked on his tender anus for nearly a month afterwards.

"No Rob... not like last time," Helen answered, sounding a little hurt. "I said I was sorry about that... it was just so hot seeing you finally taking my Daddy... that I lost control.  I wanted to share that experience with you."

"I know Mom." Rob turned red, he didn't mean to make his mom feel bad, she really did try to apologize afterwards.  In fact she had been the one who had taken care of him after his injury, gently rubbing soothing lotions and healing balms into his inflamed flesh every morning and night until he healed. "I didn't mean to bring that up, its just... I'm a little scared is all."

Stephanie watched her brother intently, her smart ass smile dissolving as she plainly read the fear on her little brother's face.  Because her little plan had back-fired, and she was now expected to start trying to use Grampa in her own bottom, Robbie's fear now filled her own heart.

"It'll be okay, Robbie," Stephanie tried to comfort him, and at the same time convince herself. "I'll help you." She patted the table in front of her seat. "Come here, sit on the table."

Rob nervously moved in front of her, she'd never seen his cock so small before.  His fear had caused it to shrivel up like it was trying to hide inside his body.

"We'll all help," Helen announced as she let the dildo slip out of her pussy while standing.  Stan stood as well, a grimace of pain as his fake doppelganger pulled free of his bowels with a pop.  Both of his parents took up positions on either side of their son as Rob hopped up on the table edge with his legs dangling between Steph's knees.

"Lay back honey," Helen said while gently pushing on Rob's chest.  Stanley reached under Rob's left knee and pulled it up in the air, Helen mirrored him on Rob's right side.

"Now just relax... and let go of everything... okay baby bro?" Stephanie scooted her chair in closer, enjoying the vibrations caused by the chair moving over the hard wood floor.

Rob nodded his head and closed his eyes, trying to relax his entire body and ease away his fears.  Helen opened a small white jar that had been sitting on the table.  From it she scooped out a large glob of the clear jelly lubricant she had used earlier on all of the dildos.  Stanley reached for the jar and took an equally large dollop into his own hand before sliding it over to Steph.  Steph took the jar from him and set it on the empty seat beside her.  She didn't need it just yet, she wanted to give Robbie something special to make up for the dirty trick she had played on him.

Rob lay perfectly still as his parents began to massage his body with one hand, while holding his legs up and apart with the other.  Their hands glided across his skin, smearing the jelly everywhere they touched, and everywhere they touched began to tingle with warmth.  With his eyes closed he couldn't differentiate between them.  Both hands traveled over his abdomen, chest, shoulders and arms, both traced the outlines of his muscles and bones, both tweaked, pinched and rubbed his sun browned nipples.

As good as those hands were making him feel, they could not compare to his sister's hands, which she had been using to drag her finger nails lightly up and down the back of his upturned thighs.  Her delicate fingers traveled lower to scratch at his cheeks in small circles.

Closer and closer those circles moved towards the valley between his buns, until they reached the ridged skin of his perineum.  Rob jumped at her light touches, tingles of pleasure causing the pucker of his anus to clench and release in a winking motion.  He raised his head and peered between his legs to see his sister's smiling face looking back at him.

"Just relax, Robbie," she spoke in a whisper, "everything is going to be okay."

Helen stopped her massage to run her fingers through her son's hair. "We all love you, baby... you can do this... I know you can... just relax and make your Mommy proud."

Robbie lowered his head back to the hard table, closing his eyes with the image of both of his parents smiling over him.  Stephanie had altered her pattern, now she was tracing a line with one finger slowly up and down his perineum.  Up to just below his hairless scrotum before moving down to just above his crinkled rose.

Her other hand was busy, but not on him.  She was reaching below her seat, searching for the magnet that was used to hold her dildo in its place.  With a metallic click she was free to move around with her phallus still embedded in her soaking pussy.  Rising again into an upright position, she tossed her head back to remove her hair from her face.

Helen, hearing the click and seeing Stephanie sit up, let her hand leave her son's hair and reached behind herself to grab one of the two leather harnesses.  Finding one easily enough she slid it over to where Stephanie could reach.

Smiling at her mother's uncanny ability to know exactly what was on her mind, Steph picked up the harness with her free hand and began to put it on.  Once the leather straps reached her thighs she slid off of her chair and knelt on the floor so that she could pull it up all the way.  She had to squeeze her kegel muscles to keep her dildo from slipping free, but only until the gusset of the harness made contact with its base and another metallic click locked it into place.

Once the straps were pulled over her hip bones, Steph pushed the button on a small metal box located where all the straps met near the base of her spine.  Instantly the straps tightened around her, making the entire harness completely snug against her skin and further pressing the dildo deeper into her hungry cunt.

Her free hand traded places with the one she had been teasing Robbie with.  Her goal was to now free 'Grampa' from his resting place on her brother's unused seat.  Once again the click of a magnetic field being broken met everyone’s ears, followed quickly by yet another click as 'Grampa' was attached to the front of Steph's harness.

Through it all Rob had heard each and every click sound, and knew exactly what they meant.  His sister and mother had used those harnesses on him and his father on many occasions.  He had even watched as Steph had used one on his mother, and vice versa.  All of those times had been incredible experiences, but none of them had ever involved the use of Grampa.  Just thinking about his sister pushing that monster into his rectum caused him to tense up again.

Thankfully Steph was ready for this, and quickly moved both of her hands back to his rear to continue her gentle stroking.

"Now Robbie, I want you to know that I love you, and I would never hurt you," Stephanie breathed huskily as her finger tips pressed into Rob's cheeks. "I want you to enjoy this, and... I want you to know that I'm sorry for being a bitch to you this morning." Her fingers began to spread him open, further exposing his tight bum hole. "To make up for it I'm going to do something for you that I've never done before, so I hope you like it."

Stephanie bit her lower lip for a moment while trying to muster up her courage, and then she moved forward.  With her face so close that her nose pressed into his testicles, Steph's pink tongue parted her ruby lips and slithered out until she made contact with Rob's anal star.  The effect on her brother was instant.

"Oh wow, Steph!" he moaned.