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Subject: {ASSM} It's a *GOOD* life Pt. 1 (ff, nc)
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A *GOOD* Morning
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Lisa got out of the shower and dried herself off. She slipped into a pair
of black lace panties and matching bra, turned to the mirror, and started
doing her makeup and her hair. Her younger sister, Amy, came in.
"*GOOD* morning, Amy!" Lisa greeted her naked 15 year old sister.
"Yes...it is *GOOD*, isn't it? It's going to be a *GOOD* day!" Amy chirped
back at her as she eased into the shower. "YOWWWW!!!! UGH....COLD!!!!"
Lisa watched disinterestedly as Amy cringed away from the hard, cold stream
of water... then reluctantly eased herself back in, forcing a smile. "It's
cold... but that's *GOOD*! Because it makes my little nipples hard, and
that's a *GOOD* thing!"
Lisa frowned...but only for a split second before she caught herself. Then
she forced her lips to upturn into a broad smile. "It's going to be a
*GOOD* day!" she assured herself out loud. "Just like EVERY day in
Brianville is good!"
Of course, Lisa couldn't imagine it being any worse than yesterday. As she
did her makeup--taking care to apply generous amounts of lipstick and eye
shadow--she remembered with horror the night before at the restaurant where
she worked. Mrs. Brown had had way too much to drink, and it had loosened
her lips a little too much. With a chill, Lisa remembered the fortyish
woman's last words...
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'ITS *GOOD*'???? YOU CALL THIS '*GOOD*'??? THAT LITTLE
BASTARD TOOK... OUR HUSBANDS..." She looked around at the patrons, who were
doing their best to ignore her and keep smiling. "MY...H-H-HUSBAND..." Her
voice caught.
Lloyd Brown had been one of the men who had gone out to the run-down two
bedroom house outside of town--back when there had been an "outside of
town"--with a shotgun in his hands. None of the men had made it back. The
next day, the town's entire police department had disappeared...
"MY GOD, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE? THERE'S NOTHING '*GOOD*' ABOUT
ANY OF THIS!!!!" Everyone in the diner had been pointedly looking away,
with the exception of Kathy Brown, who'd desperately tried to reason with
her mother, who would have none of it. "NO... THAT BASTARD TOOK YOUR
VIRGINITY... HE RAPED YOU..." Kathy had tried to assure her mom that it was
OK, that it was a *GOOD* thing that Brian had done to her! "NO MORE!!!!
I'M NOT GOING TO LET THAT CREEP TOUCH MY DAUGHTER NO MORE!!!!"
Then the door to the diner had swung open, and the place had become even
more deathly silent, if such a thing were even possible. But only for a
moment, as everyone had then spoken at once, babbling about how *GOOD* it
was that Brian was there! Everyone, that is, except for Kathy and Mrs.
Brown... then, Brian had closed his eyes and concentrated, and Mrs. Brown
had gone into convulsions and begun screaming in agony, and then finally,
after several eternal seconds, she had gone Away, leaving only Kathy
collapsed on the floor, crying and screaming hysterically.
Brian had merely stood over her and waited, until finally Kathy had turned
her tear-streaked face to look at him, whispering, "It... it's g-g-*GOOD*
that you m-m-made my m- my mom... g-g-g-go Away..." Then she'd broken down,
sobbing over and over about how *GOOD* it was... Lisa had wanted to go to
her friend, whom she'd known since kindergarten, but she hadn't quite
dared.... Instead, she'd gone to Brian's table and taken his order. He'd
given it to her, and she'd obediently gotten on her knees under the table to
fulfill it, all the while complimenting him on what a **GOOD** choice he'd
made...
With a sudden feeling of alarm, Lisa snapped herself out of her reverie.
She'd unconsciously begun frowning again! She prayed that there wasn't a
camera or anything hidden behind the mirror (she didn't dare check; Stacy
Hopps had been sent Away for the same thing, or so Lisa had heard) as she
forcefully willed her mouth into a smile again, a huge, bimboish smile this
time and resumed fixing her hair. Meanwhile, in the shower, Amy was
furiously fingering herself while moaning about how *GOOD* it was to
fantasize about Brian taking her in the shower.
Lisa looked in the mirror again. It was hard to believe that just three
months ago, her biggest concern had been whether or not someone would ask
her to Prom. Then, Brian had moved to the small town (it had been known as
Prattville, not Brianville, at that time) and everything had begun to
change. People had suddenly begun to vanish without a trace, and word had
spread quickly about the newcomer who had the power to make people go
Away...
With a shiver, Lisa remembered what had happened the first time Brian had
come to the house to take her and her sister, and how her mother and father
had tried to stop Brian. After that, Lisa and Amy had been on their own...
That had been just eleven weeks ago. Or was it eleven centuries?
So far, Lisa had been able to take everything Brian had done to her. But
her real worry was for Amy, who was at this moment currently in the throes
of her self-induced orgasm in the shower (and screaming at the top of her
lungs about how *GOOD* it was... all for the benefit of the surveillance
camera which they *knew* was there). Amy was only 15, young and rebellious.
At times, she'd resisted Brian, to the point that Lisa feared that her
sister would be sent Away. Especially when he made the sisters perform
together for his amusement. HOW had life ended up like this? Her parents,
gone...and 17-year old Lisa left to fend for herself, and for Amy, on her
own... so unfair... WHY?
Tears flowed down Lisa's face... but the bimbo smile remained pasted
there... a result of many weeks of practice. "It's *GOOD*," she whispered
to herself. "Life is *GOOD*... Lisa, life is *GOOD*..." she assured
herself.
From the shower, collapsed against the wall, Amy was gasping for breath.
"*GOOD*... ohgod that was so *GOOD*...."
Sighing, Lisa grabbed a towel and daubed the tears out of her eyes, then set
about applying her makeup for the second time....
The girls had just sat down to breakfast when the knock came at the door.
Oh, please, no, Lisa thought fleetingly as Amy tried to keep from bursting
into tears. Aloud, she chimed, "Oh, we have COMPANY this morning. It's so
*GOOD* to have a visitor!" as she got up to get the door.
Terror ran through Lisa's heart as she opened the door. "Brian! It's so
*GOOD* to see you! Please come in!"
Without a word, Brian made his way to the kitchen, where Amy was desperately
trying to make herself invisible without actually hiding or running away.
Which was, of course, quite impossible.
With horror, Lisa saw that Amy was not smiling. Her eyes were wide with
terror and revulsion; she knew why Brian was there and what he wanted, and
it was the one thing she thought was the most awful, disgusting thing that
she could ever be made to do. Even worse, Amy's face was turning green, and
Lisa feared that her little sister was about to throw up.
Amy looked up at Brian as he stopped before her. "P-please..." she began
weakly.
Brian looked at her quizzically, then raised his head slightly and began to
concentrate.
Hurriedly, Lisa went to her sister. "Um...she means... please... don't make
us wait, Brian! It's so *GOOD* that you're here to take both of us! Isn't
it, Amy?" She grabbed her younger sister by the arm and began pulling her
toward their bedroom, her lips curled up in that whorish smile again, cheap
and bimbo-ish enough to cover for both of them. "It's so *GOOD* to have you
around, Brian! To have a REAL man to have his way with us!!!! With *both*
of us!!" Grimly, she made a mental note to herself--she *would* be sharing
a room and a bed with Amy from now on...and she *would* begin forcing
herself on Amy, for the girl's own good... so that Amy wouldn't be so
repulsed by the incestuous acts forced upon the two girls by Brian... Lisa's
smile faltered for just a second as she tried to assure herself that her
decision was *only* for Amy's own good, and that she wouldn't take *any*
pleasure whatsoever from it...
Lisa climbed up on the bed with a mostly pretended eagerness and stripped
off her bra and panties, leaving her pumps on. Then she helped Amy out of
her g-string (Amy's bra privileges had been revoked for the week, because of
her lack of eagerness to lick Brian's sperm out of her sister's cunt a few
days before). The younger girl was still trembling in horror, but was
beginning to get hold of herself and had even managed to force a wan smile.
Brian pulled off his shorts and sat down in the chair at the foot of the
bed, and indicated what he expected.
"Oh god," Amy began, her voice cracking, as Lisa hastily pushed her down
onto her back.
"Yes," Lisa bubbled, "69 is *GOOD*! Especially with my own sister... It's
*GOOD* to eat my baby sister's pussy, while she eats me out!"
As Brian silently and purposefully began stroking his cock to the show which
was being played out on the bed, Lisa lowered her shaved pussy onto her
sister's face, and began moaning loudly to hide Amy's sobs...
In part 2, Lisa and Amy go to school....
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