Into the Shadows:

The Coming Dark ©

Chapter Seven

By Fiction Writer #13

(paranormal, M/F, F/g, MF/g, preteen, incest, mother, father, daughter, mast, oral, rim, anal play, voyeur, bi, noncon, reluct, con, drug)

Bethany stood on wobbly legs, letting her nightshirt fall back into place to cover her bare legs just above her knees.  The air in the living room was still very chilly, and the sudden theft of the comforter she and Tommy had been sharing had left her exposed to the icy temperature.  Her wet panties didn't help.  Where once there was burning passion, there now was only cold soggy cotton stretched over clammy flesh.

She made her way over the deep pile of the carpet towards her parents and the promise of warmth under their duvet.  Her mom held open the door to that warmth as she sat between them.  Bethany could feel the heat escaping, wafting up around her, caressing her goose flesh.  She inhaled the heated air deeply. The smell of sex filled her nostrils, strong and pungent.

Further visual evidence of her parent's activities flashed before her eyes before the cover was quickly lowered around her.  Her mommy's exposed underwear was soaked as wetly as her own, while her daddy's hardness strained in his pajamas, the dark stains of his previous release clearly displayed.

Once she had settled onto the couch her daddy's arm wrapped around her shoulders, hugging her tightly.  Her mommy's hand found its way to Bethany's thigh, where it rested softly on top of her nightshirt.  Without even realizing she had done so, Bethany parted her legs just slightly.

"Are you warm again?" asked her mom.

"Mmmhumm," Beth replied dreamily.

"I know it's getting late, and you have school tomorrow, but do you think you could tell us some more of what you and Sam did together?" Mary asked as her hand gently began squeezing her daughter's thigh.

"Okay Mommy."

Her daddy's arm tugged her, pulling her in closer to his warmth.  She moved with him and soon found herself snuggled against his chest, once again in the crook of a family member's arms.

'What the Hell am I doing?' Mary screamed in her head.

Though she was in complete control, she still felt as though someone or something was pulling her strings.  She never would have acted in such a manner, especially not with her children, but here she was, wrapping the blanket around Bethany's tiny body.

She tried to tell herself that she was doing it out of concern; that Tommy had left her out in the cold and she was offering warmth.  But deep down she knew her intentions were not so benevolent.

A fire had grown in her loins, the likes of which she had never previously known.  Her attempts to extinguish it only stoked the flames higher and higher.  It was unquenchable, it was ravenous... and she feared that she was going to feed her daughter to that raging inferno.

"Sam and I spent a long time playing with Martin while he slept," Bethany continued. "She showed me how he liked to be stroked and licked and sucked.  She showed me how to play with his ball thingies without hurting him.  She even flipped him over and showed me his butt.  I couldn't stop giggling as she pulled his cheeks open to show me his bottom hole.

"She explained that boys sometimes like their bottoms holes touched and fingered, but most of them wouldn't admit it.  I told her it sounded gross to me, you know, because of pooping and all, but she told me as long as you stay clean down there you never really have to worry about stuff like that.  To prove her point she bent down and licked his crack all the way from his balls to his tailbone.  I felt like I was going to be sick so I turned away.

"She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I felt like I was going to throw up.  'Did you think it was gross when I licked your cunny?' she asked.  I said that at first I thought it was.  'And after?'  I told her it was wonderful.  'How about when I licked and sucked on Martin's penis?'  Again I told her that it was gross at first, and then I really liked it.  'So why would you think this would be any different?'  I told her that I didn't know but it just was.

"She just smiled at me and told me that she wanted to show me that it wasn't gross at all, and that it felt really good.  She told me to turn around and get on my hands and knees with my butt in the air.  She knelt behind me and spread my bottom open, and before I could tell her 'no' she licked my butt hole!

"It felt so weird.  I just stayed quiet, and she just kept on licking me.  All over she licked my butt, her tongue swirling around and around.  It started to feel real good and soon I was moaning, especially when she made her tongue pointy and pushed it into me.  It felt soft, and a little dirty, like we were being naughty and nice at the same time.

"As her tongue moved in and out of my hole her fingers moved up the insides of my thighs until she started touching my cunny.  I had a real big cum then.  I screamed so loud that I had to check to make sure Martin hadn't woken up.

"Sam didn't stop though; she kept right on licking my butt and playing with my cunny.  Her other hand moved up and held my cheeks open so she could get deeper into me.  I pressed my head against the sheets and whimpered that it felt so good.  When her tongue pulled out I almost started to cry.  I begged her to put it back.  Instead she put her finger on my hole and started to push it in, telling me to relax and push out like I had to go to the bathroom.  I was afraid that I might poop on her but I did as she asked, and ohhhhh how strange that felt.

"Her finger slipped inside of me as soon as I started pushing out.  I sucked in all the air that I could when she slid into me.  It felt so crazy, like I had been empty until her finger entered me.

"She heard me whimpering and asked if I was okay.  I could barely say yes because I was feeling so weird.  I got all sweaty and my legs started to shake.  She told me to relax and let the feelings come, she would wait until I got used to her being inside my butt.

"We stayed like that for a while, me on my knees, face on the mattress, butt in the air, Sam behind me, kissing my cheeks, one hand playing with my cunny, her other hand piercing my bottom with a finger.  It felt so good that I couldn't catch my breath.

"I could feel my hole wrapped around her finger, it was squeezing it over and over again.  I knew it was only one finger but it felt so big in me.  Her fingers played on my cunny and before I knew it, the good feelings started to happen again.

"When she heard me moan in pleasure she started to move her finger around inside of me.  I could feel her wiggling, swirling, and caressing me from the inside.  Something in me started to change, I'm not sure exactly when or why, but I began to move my hips to try and get more of her finger into me.

"She took over and began to push it in and pull it out.  It burned a little, but it felt so good too.  It made me feel... almost like I was becoming an animal.  I didn't even know that I was doing it but I began grunting as she fingered my butt.  As my cum started to build, my grunts turned into growls.

"I had this weird urge to bite into something, so I grabbed a pillow and bit down as hard as I could.  When I came it barely muffed my yelling. I got really weak and collapsed flat on the bed, Sam's finger slipped out of me with a pop, and I just laid there trembling as she stroked my back.

"After some time, I rolled over to see her smiling down at me.  'I told you it felt good.'  I could barely nod my head so I just smiled back at her."

Bethany had melted against his chest during this new round of erotic visions.  Steven closed his eyes to the real world.  In his mind's eye he saw her, ass raised to him, inviting him to taste her forbidden fruits.  The pale skin of her bubble butt framed the pinkness of her hairless sex, her anus opening and closing of its own volition, kissing the empty air in anticipation of his own lips.  The vision seemed so real, so true.  More than true.  Could a dream be more real than reality?

His other self, the one still seated on the couch beside her, pulled Bethany closer.  Her shoulders slid across his chest, her body yielding to his unconscious demand for her to lay her head in his lap.  His hand found her soft face and gently caressed her cheek.  He savored the sensation of weight resting on his throbbing prick.

Mary felt Bethany shifting, watched as her husband drew the child down until her head rested in his lap above his hardness.  Mary's own hands aided him as he guided her into this new position.  Taking hold of Beth's legs she lifted them into her lap, the little girl's nightshirt shifting and exposing bare skin to her soft touches.

The fire within leapt up, trying to consume her completely.   She struggled against them, unwilling to succumb to her desires so readily.  She knew it was a losing battle.  The fires were much too hot for her to escape, too bright for her to shield her eyes from, and too passionate for her to ignore.

She was lost to them, and yet, within the burning embers and flickers of flame, she found a piece of herself that she had never known before this night; A desire and longing to let go of her old self, a woman full of regrets and shames and hurt, and emerge from the fires newly born.  Cleansed by the flames, baptized in their searing heat, she’d be forged into a new woman, a stronger woman; a woman who knew what she wanted in life, and would take it, without regrets, without remorse.  She would be awake in a world of dreamers.

Bethany shifted and rolled as her parent's insistent hands maneuvered her into a more comfortable position.  She now lay belly down across both of their laps, her head turned to face her daddy's torso, her left arm folded under her chest, her right bent above her head.

Her daddy's hand caressed her cheek tenderly.  She could feel his fingers trembling as they touched her.  Under her face she could feel his hardness, the antithesis of his tenderness, straining, throbbing, building to the point of explosion.  She wondered how long he would be able to restrain himself, how long until that gentle hand wrapped itself in her hair and guided her mouth onto his stiff thing.  If it happened, she would accept him.  She wouldn't fight or struggle, she would take him as deeply as she could.  She would swallow him until he couldn't hold back any longer, and she would love every moment of surrendering her will and body to him.

She could feel her mom's hands moving up the back of her thighs, their touch sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. Higher they climbed, up under her long shirt, until they pressed into the 'V' created by her lower limbs.  Beth parted her thighs, allowing her mommy to explore her body, inviting her to touch her panty covered rear and cunny.  She wasn't disappointed; her mom rubbed and teased her mound through the wet fabric.  Bethany raised her bottom slightly with each pass, pressing back against Mary's fingers, the heat and wetness of her desire returning in waves.

"Sam moved over to Martin and gave his bare butt a light spank while looking at me.  'Okay, your turn now,' she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"It was hard to pull myself off the bed to join her.  I was still shaking from my cum, but I managed to get between his legs.

"Sam grabbed some pillows and stuffed them under Martin's hips, raising his behind into the air.  Then she scooted back and used both of her hands to spread him open for me.  I looked at his little crinkled hole and got nervous, but I didn't want to disappoint Sam so I leaned in close.  I didn't smell anything bad so I stuck out my tongue and jabbed it against his hole then retreated.  It didn't really taste like anything really; maybe a little salty like sweat, but that was it, so I did it again.

"I did that a few times before Sam told me to try licking him.  I flattened my tongue and began swiping it up and down his crack... it really wasn't bad at all.  Soon I had him wet with my spit and I decided on my own to try and push my tongue into him, just to see how it felt.

"I made my tongue hard and pushed my face between his cheeks.  I felt the skin of his hole stretch around my tongue and then it popped inside.  Just then Martin let out a loud moan and I got scared and pulled away.

"Sam checked and said that he was still asleep, and I had just made him feel really good.  I went back down and pushed my tongue back in and he moaned again in his sleep.  I could feel him squeezing my tongue tightly with his hole.  I started to push it in as far as I could and then pull it out again.  Sam reached under his hips and began to slowly stroke him.  She told me that he was very hard because I was making him feel so good.

"She told me to try putting my finger into him, but to get it really wet first.  I went to suck on my finger but she stopped me and told me to use my cunny juice.  I pushed it up inside of me and got it really wet, then I started to push it into Martin.  He began groaning loudly as soon as it popped inside, so I began to move it in and out like Sam had done to me."

Bethany felt her daddy's hand leave her face to seek out her nest of red hair.  She hummed to herself as his fingers found their way through her loose curls to her scalp.  He stroked her hair, combing her thick locks between his fingers, each sweep moving closer to the back of her skull.

Her mom had been busy as well.  Her hands had continued rubbing her cunny, causing her hips to rise and fall rhythmically under the comforter.  Bethany bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress her moans.

"He got really loud and even started to move his hips up and down, trying to get more of my finger.  Sam told me not to worry, that he was still asleep and just dreaming as we played with him.

"We did this for some time until his butt really started to squeeze my finger.  I watched as it started to clench and release over and over again.  Sam told me to pull my finger out so I did and his hole kept opening and closing.

"She pulled out the pillows and flipped him onto his back again.  His penis was really hard and purple.  Sam told me he was close to cumming and she wanted to let me see him squirt.  She told me to put my finger back into him and then stroke his penis up and down."

Bethany felt her new daddy wrap her hair around his hand, his grip tightening and pulling her head against his fist.  He pressed her face against his hard thing, using her cheek to rub up and down its length.  She looked up at him.  His eyes were closed tight; his jaw clenched shut, face red.  He was close and she knew it.  Slowly she moved her hand over his hip.  She found the opening of his fly and snaked her tiny hand inside until she could grasp his prick.  It was hot and slick with his juice.  As she began to stroke him, he lessened his grip on her hair, allowing her hand to take over what he had been using her face for.

"I did what she told me and heard Martin grunting as my finger moved and my hand stroked.  I felt his penis suddenly swell up in my grip and it started to spit white stuff into the air and on his stomach.  Sam told me to keep pumping him, and more and more of the stuff spurted out.  His body shook all over and he was whimpering when it finally stopped."

Her mom's hands moved over her butt until they reached the elastic waistband of her panties.  Slowly they were pulled down over her hips, Bethany rising up a bit to allow them to come down to her knees.  Now her mom's hands returned, finding her bare cunny and soft buns ready for her touches.

"Sam told me that I had just made Martin feel so good that I made him cum.  She pulled my hands away from her husband and kissed me deeply, telling me what a very good girl I was.

"When she asked me if I wanted to help her clean him up I didn't hesitate.  Everything that she had told me had been true, so when she leaned down and began licking up the white stuff, I joined right in.  It didn't taste good, but it didn't taste bad either.  It felt good slurping it up next to Sam though, really naughty for some reason.  I just had to touch myself as we tongue wrestled for every last drop."

Mary couldn't believe how soft and smooth her daughter felt.  She wanted to bury her face in her, let that supple skin caress her cheeks as her tongue explored her depths.  She had never been with another woman before, but the fantasy had given her a good share of orgasms in the past.

In lieu of her tongue, Mary used her fingers to travel the hills and valleys of Beth's flesh.  She roamed over her round buttocks and the heat filled canyon between, the tender skin behind her quivering thighs, and the delicate petals of her flower whose nectar oozed with the child's passion.

It was within those petals that Mary took the most pleasure exploring.  To her it was like investigating her own body, but from another perspective; the same heat, the same wetness, the same desire for more was echoed by Bethany's preadolescent pussy.  Her back arched and her hips rocked as she tried desperately to increase the contact with her mommy's hand.  She may have been twenty-nine years her junior, but Bethany's fires burned just as hotly as her own.  Age may bring wisdom, but arousal apparently knew no such limitations.

"I... we... umm... ah... oh... I..." Bethany struggled to find more words but they were quickly leaving her mind.  She had to continue.  She had to keep telling her story.  Her parents had asked her to tell it, and she wanted to, but she no longer could.  Her body was betraying her brain, sensation winning out over memory.

Her mommy's fingers had been dabbling in her sex, strumming her button, her clit, like a harp, and her lungs wanted to cry out the music.  She pushed herself against her, trying to convey her need to her mom.  Once again she was rewarded by her not so subtle body language as her mommy's finger pushed its way into her cunny, piercing into her depths.

"Ohhhhh..." It was all she was capable of vocalizing, a simple sound that reached the ears of both her parents and heightened their own arousal.

Her daddy's thing throbbed in her fist as she pumped him, his hips rising and falling like her own.  She pulled him free of his confining pajamas, seeing him with her own eyes for the first time.  His was bigger than Tommy's but that didn't surprise her, the fact that it was the biggest she'd ever seen did however, and she gasped.

Her tongue parted her dry lips and she began to tease him further.  She tickled the spot just below the swollen head and he moaned in pleasure.

Steven held her head firmly by her hair.  He was so close to cumming that it hurt.  If you had asked him the day before whether or not it was possible for him to ejaculate more than once in a twenty-four hour period he would have said 'no'.  That was something he hadn't been able to do since his college days.  Now here he was, his balls churning with seed ready to explode from his straining, rock hard cock.  All because of the little red headed girl that he called his daughter.

Her hand continued to stroke him closer and closer to completion.  His fist tightened in her hair.  When her tongue began swirling around on his cock head he opened his eyes to look upon his angels face.  Her green eyes sparkled back at him as her tongue danced along his shaft.  He smiled down at her and she returned it up to him.

Suddenly her eyes became as big as saucers and she cried out, "Oh God, Mommy!"

He turned to his wife.  She was smiling at him as well, her hands busy working magic on Bethany below the covers.  He could see Beth arching her ass into the air, thrusting her body backwards to meet what he believed were his wife's probing fingers.  He had to be sure, he had to see it with his own eyes, he had to know for certain that Mary was molesting Bethany as he was.

With his left hand still holding his daughter's head firmly in his lap, his right now threw back the cover.  The veil pulled aside and he drank in the erotic sight now afforded to him.  The white globes of Bethany's ass moved wildly, her hips unable to find a steady rhythm.  Mary's hand slapped wetly into her daughter's flesh hard and fast, two fingers burying inside of her baby cunt, a third thrusting into her puckered anus.  Bethany writhed in their laps, her mouth sucking on the end of Steven's cock between her moans of absolute bliss.

"Omm!   Omm!  Omm!  Omm! " the little girl chanted around his member, the vibrations of her humming sending shivers of pleasure into his tightening nut sack.

"Do it Steve!" his wife called to him over Bethany's moaning, "Cum in our baby's mouth!  Make her swallow it all down!  Show her what a good girl she is!  Do it!"

His wife's command was more than he could handle, his balls churned one last time before sending his load up through his shaft and into Beth's sucking mouth.

"Oh God!   Oh GOD!  I'm Cumming!  AHH!  AHH !" he cried as he filled his little girl's throat with his seed. "OHH, FUCK, SHE'S SO FUCKING GOOD!"

Bethany 's mouth filled with spurt after spurt of hot, salty cum.  She swallowed as fast as she could, but it was too much for her to handle with her mom pumping away at her insides from behind.  Her mouth popped off of him as he continued to fire, coating her freckled face in his boy juices.

"Oh God Mommy!   Mommy, he did it!  He squirted in my mouth!  Oh! Oh!  Oh!  Ahhhh !" Her body began shaking violently, the heat spreading outward from her over-stimulated holes. "Oh God, Mommy!  Mom!  Mom!  Mom!  I'm... I'm CUMMING!  AAHHH!"

"ME TOO BABY!  OH GOD, ME TOO!"  Mary thrashed around as her orgasm erupted through her.  The fires from within swallowed her, the flames wrapping around her like a lover, bringing with them pleasures she had never experienced before in her life.

For some time, no one in the living room spoke a word.  The silence was broken only by panting breaths and the occasional after-shock induced moan.  They slumped over each other, bodies weakened by a hyper-sensitivity to touch.  Tiny trembles still wracked Bethany's body; her mommy and daddy both enjoying the way she shook in their laps. Beth was the first of them to coherently assemble a few words into a sentence.

"I'm sorry I... I couldn't finish my story..." she said as a whisper.

Mary and Steven couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at hearing her timid apology.  They lifted her tiny, trembling form into their arms and hugged her tightly between them.

"That's okay, sweetie," Steven spoke into her ear, "you can finish it tomorrow."

Mary kissed Bethany's face, tasting the remains of her husband's cum before pressing her lips to her daughter's.  Her tongue danced with Bethany's, the softness of the kiss causing them both to sigh.  Mary broke the kiss and looked into her baby's dreamy eyes.

"Thank you, sweetie; that was absolutely wonderful.  You made your mommy and daddy very happy, and we both love you so very, very much."

Mary beamed at Bethany. "But now it's time to go to bed.  You have school tomorrow and we can't oversleep."

"I know mommy, I'm glad that I could show you what Sam taught me," replied Beth, returning her mom's smile.

"I'm glad too sweetie, she sounds like an amazing person.  Maybe one day we could go visit her and thank her for the beautiful girl that she's given to us." Mary watched as the smile left Beth's face.  She now wore a blank expression, her twinkling eyes starting to well up with tears.

"We... we can't.  He took them away from me.  I... can't... ever... see... them... again," Bethany sobbed.

Upstairs, alone in his attic bedroom, the cries of passion and pleasure never reached Tommy's ears.  He laid shivering under his covers, wet tears running down his cheeks.  Though it was cold, it was not the chill in the air that shook his body.  He was cold on the inside.  A deep despair consuming what little body heat he produced.

'I can't believe how sick I am,' he moaned to himself. 'My own sister... my baby sister... I fingered my own little sister... and she... she... I let her jack me off in front of my parents... What the fuck is wrong with me?'

Nothing is wrong with you Tommy, she wanted what you did, and you wanted what she gave to you freely.

'But she's just nine years old.  How could I do that to a little girl?'

She may be young, but she has experienced more than you have, more even than your parents have.  You heard her story.  She likes sex... she wants sex... she needs sex...

'Yeah, but, but just because she wants that stuff, the sex stuff, doesn't mean that I should give in to her.'

If not you then who, Tommy?   She will go out and find someone else if you are unwilling to help her with her needs.  Would that be better Tommy?  Your little nine year old sister out there seeking attention from strangers?  Attention she once hoped you would provide?

'No, I guess not... '

That's right Tommy...  you wouldn't want her to get hurt.  She loves you...  You are her protector, her body guard, her knight in shining hockey pads.  You wouldn't want to let her down now, would you?

'No.'

Good, Tommy...  Good...