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Subject: {ASSM} The Way We Are (MC bg bg bggg bb pedo cons incest bro/sis)
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Greetings:
I have been visiting your site for a while and reading some
pretty good stuff there.  It has prompted me to write my first
erotica. Hope someone likes it.  If they don't tough stuff...I
enjoyed writing it.



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This story also contains a number of sexual themes that most
people find not only offensive and objectionable but also
actionable. Do not read this story if you are not at least 18
years- old, or if ANY sexual act offends you.  Most of the
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Codes:  MC, bg, bg, bggg, bb pedo, cons incs bro/sis'

The Way We Are
By
Dream Painter
dream_painter@altavista.com

(C) 2000 by the Author



	I really have no need to tell this story unless bragging rights
are a valid reason.  It's really no one's business how I have
lived my life or continue to do so.  If you had an objection and
came close enough to voice it, I would render your complaints
useless anyway.  I do what I want, where I want, when I want,
with whom I want, at the place I want.  If that sounds like a
spoiled brat, so be it.  It was the way I grew up. The way I am.

Chapter One

	The first year I noticed IT was 1968.  I was 13 years old and on
summer vacation before the eighth grade at Johnson Elementary
School.  The small town I grew up in was pretty much like any
small southeastern village of that time.  We had two stoplights,
a Mom and Pop grocery, a drugstore and a few other merchants
strung across the crossroads intersection that made up
`downtown'.  The rest of the burg was sprawling farmland.
	It was not a bad place to grow up.  It was a bit lonely in the
fall and summer when all the crops came in or were put out. My
buddies had to work for their fathers to plant or harvest the
grain.  I was the son of the town's deputy sheriff and I had a
large block of idle time while the gang worked like slave labor
for their families.
	So I had plenty of time on my hands in the summer of '68. 
Plenty of time when the hormones were beginning to run.  Idleness
in a pubescent male is an ugly thing. Perhaps a beautiful thing
from my point of view then.  I awakened that summer to the world
of women. Girls. Sex. I discovered how to rub myself exactly the
right way to explode in a torrent of semen that felt as if the
whole world was being sucked through my balls and out of the end
of my cock.  I read everything there was in our little town about
fucking, masturbating, anatomy and physiology.  I about went
crazy the first time I saw a Playboy magazine. It had a spread on
Mamie Van Doren. I had seen her on TV and in other magazines but
a boyhood fantasy was fulfilled when I saw her globular breasts
peeking out of a hole cut in a gingham dress. I knew then that
what Pastor Brown has said was true.  There was a God.  A God
that looked after 13 year old boys. I don't know if it was God
that gave me IT or not.  All I remember for sure was that I was
walking down by the river one hot afternoon when I ran across
Elaine Devits sitting on the bank and staring out over the water.
 I plopped down beside her, startling her from her reverie. "Hey
Mikey, what are you doing down here?" She asked. 
"Ah, just fooling around.  I got bored so I took off."
"Yeah, there isn't much going on is there?  Everyone is in the
fields." I agreed and our conversation lapsed into a
companionable silence as we stared off into the next county, just
across the river. Elaine was one of `the gang' that consisted of
about 20 boys and girls that spent most of our spare time
together.  These were rare friendships that developed because of
the small town and the closeness everyone shared. We all went to
church together, played together as we grew up and all attended
the only school in town. It was a comfortable, friendly
relationship predicated on mutual likes and dislikes and similar
backgrounds. There had certainly not been anything even covertly
sexual in our relationships.  We were just barely at the age that
boys and girls noticed the differences, much less did anything
about it. But, as I sat there beside Elaine, I couldn't help but
notice the blousing out of the armhole of her sleeveless shirt. 
It was a bright yellow shirt worn over a pair of red shorts.  Of
course she wasn't wearing shoes because none of us did during the
summer.  She was leaning forward with her arms resting on her
knees and I was suddenly very aware that she had a conical
nipple.  It wasn't a full-blown breast by any standard but the
right nipple that I was looking at was about two inches around at
the base and stuck out in a tapering mound.  I would probably
have never noticed if I hadn't just completed a jerk-off session
with Miss Van Doren.  It made me a bit sensitive to the female
anatomy, if you know what I mean. I sat there enraptured with
that tiny little bud of a mound. It was darker than the
surrounding skin, but not by much.  I let my eyes wander
southward noticing the shorts pulled tight across her mons,
outlining the crease between her labia.  As I said before, I had
spent a lot of time reading that summer, so I knew exactly what I
was looking at.  I was amused to be able to use proper vocabulary
for what was basically a moment of controlled lust.   I do
believe that this was the first time I had been so acutely aware
of a real girl.  Up to this point Elaine had be just one of the
guys.  Now I saw her as a female.  She was a cute one too. Her
face was a classic heart shape with a small up turned nose.  She
was a short, pixieish waif of a girl, with a dark tan to
complement her sandy, shoulder length hair. A smattering of
freckles across the bridge of her nose completed the
All-American, small town girl look.  If I had soaked her in the
river she might have weighed 90 pounds. Today, thirty-five years
later, I still don't know what possessed me to say it.  At the
time I was astounded that I asked and even more amazed at her
response. "Elaine, I was just noticing that your breasts are
beginning to grow, I want to see them." She looked at me, half
over her shoulder with a slightly puzzled look. I was expecting
her to yell, scream, slap my ass silly, or do about anything
other than what she did. She looked at me for a second or two and
then leaned back and took off her shirt. No pretense, no
questions, no wailing of incriminations.  She just did what I
asked without a word being said. I'm sure I gaped at her partial
nudity. I was shocked at her response but definitely turned on by
her actions. I had suddenly developed an aching erection that was
rather painful in the confines of the cut off blue jeans I was
wearing. Her left nipple (I hesitate even now to call them
breasts) was a lot smaller than the right one that I had already
been introduced to. But both were there in plain sight for me to
enjoy looking at. Both were cute and lovely to look at. She
leaned back with hands supporting her weight behind her as if to
offer them up to me.  I was a bit unsure about how to proceed.  I
was astounded to be in this situation and had no experiences to
draw from.  "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought.  It was
time to push my luck.  "Do you have hair on your privates yet?" I
asked.
She frowned at me, " Mike Tolbert, you pervert. That's none of
your business and I can't believe that you just asked me that!"
To say I was confused would be an understatement.  I was having a
bit of trouble figuring out how a girl could be showing me her
tits and then be offended that I had asked if she had pubic hair.
 "Aww, come on Elaine, take off your shorts and let me see."
She immediately rose up and stepped out of her red shorts and
white tulip patterned panties.  She just let them drop to the
ground, turned back toward the river and sat down on her clothes.
I had a brief glance at her crotch before she turned but it
wasn't enough.  I was determined to see where this led. "I didn't
get to see. May I look at your pussy Elaine?"
"Mike if you don't stop I'm gonna tell your Mom and my Mom that
you're acting weird." That was not what I wanted to hear. 
Elaine's mother was a bitch from Hell, and my mother would turn
into one if there were ANY hint of scandal with the family. Why
was Elaine acting this way? She sat before me unashamedly naked
and wouldn't let me talk to her about it.  I was a confused lad
for sure. "I just want to see your pussy Elaine," I said. 
She promptly swiveled around on her butt and faced me, spreading
her legs apart to give me a full view of her young pussy.  She
was virtually hairless down there.  There was a faint tracery of
fine white down that could be seen only if the light hit it in
the right angle. I also noted two or three longer dark hairs
sprouting from her outer lips.  There was a hint of small inner
lips in the cleft of her pussy but they were almost invisible.  
From my reading I knew that there were larger outer lips for the
entire world to see, but smaller `minor' lips on the inside that
were usually hidden.  I also knew about clits and vaginas but
only in a theoretical sense.  I had never actually seen any. I
whispered, "Show me the insides."
She pulled her legs up toward her chest, laying her thighs on her
budding breasts, reach around the outside and pulled her pussy
open unashamedly.  The intense pink color was a sharp contrast to
her pale outer skin.  Her clit was very prominent and with the
skin stretched so far laterally, I could see her vaginal opening
as well. "Can I touch it?"
"YOU MOST CERTAINLY MAY NOT YOU DISGUSTING PIG, she blurted.  "I
just want to touch it silly.  Let me touch your pussy Elaine." I
begged. "Go ahead and feel it Mike," she replied calmly.
Jeeze, one minute she was raising hell and the very next second
she's inviting me to rub her off.  No wonder most of the books
said that sex was easy but relationships between men and women
were difficult at best. I started at a midway point between her
hole and her clit, making a circular motion over her cunt
opening, back around to her clit.  There was quite a bit more
moisture than I had anticipated.  I teased a smaller circle
around her love button and her eyes took on a glazed expression.
Back and forth I moved with each new visit to her vaginal opening
depositing more juices up and down the length of her slit. Her
small, pale pink rose bud shaped anus tightened and loosened with
each pass over her clit. "May I stick my finger inside?"
"NO!"
"Come on Elaine, I want to put my finger just a little way inside
of you." OK, she replied.
I swirled my right index finger around the outside of the orifice
for a minute until I felt she was wet enough to take a visitor
into her cunt opening. I gently inserted my finger with no
resistance until I met a block of some sort.  My research had
spoken of the hymen only in passing but I knew that in a
13-year-old, there would probably be one somewhere.  In Elaine's
case it was almost exactly even with my second knuckle.
	She was beginning to respond to my caresses with occasional
sighs and some deep breathing.   Now she groaned aloud as I
gently probed her puss.  This would have gone on indefinitely had
we not heard voices coming through the woods some 100 yards away.

	"Quick, get your clothes on before they get here.  Then act like
nothing happened.  You understand?"  I asked.
	She replied without a trace of anxiety, "Sure Mike."
	Elaine stood and stepped back into her shorts, panties and shirt
long before Bob, Jimmy, and Alison came around the bend in the
path.  They were laughing and roughhousing with each other as
only the recently freed can do.
	"Hey guys, what you doing?" Allison asked.
	" Nothing girl," I responded, "We're just sitting here watching
the world go by."
	"How are you Elaine?" asked Bob.
	"Oh fine, I guess."
	"You OK `laine?" this from Allison. She was looking at Elaine in
a concerned manner. Elaine looked distracted but not particularly
pissed or anything, "Yeah, what we gonna do today?" she asked. 
	This started of a babble of ideas and thoughts about the day's
activities.  After a day in the fields the kids of the community
usually had until 8:45, when it got dark, to goof off and do
whatever activities presented themselves.
	"Listen guys, I've got some errands to run for Mom. I'll catch
up with you in a bit," I said.
	Bob called out as I left, " Meet us at the drug store in a
while, we'll wait on you."
	I waved an acknowledgment as I went over the hill out of site. 
I really didn't have any errands to run, but I needed to sit and
think for a bit. As you may have guessed I was a bit confused and
not a little bit too horny. Elaine had been a good friend over
the years and her response to my impromptu questions had been out
of character.  No one could ever accuse Elaine of being a prude.
Nor could they convince anyone that she was a wild ass slut
either.  In fact she was neither.  She was just another small
town girl that probably didn't even think about sex one way or
another.  She just WAS. Today she acted a whole lot out of
character.
	In those days sex was just becoming an issue in society, but our
small town was still living in the June Cleaver mode of the
1950's.  Dads went to work, Mom's stayed home and cared for the
kids. The kid's just acted like kids have since the beginning of
time.
	I crawled up into my hiding place in the old hayloft in the
abandoned barn behind our house.  I lay there considering the
afternoon and its aftereffects.
	I hauled out my meat and began stroking it while I considered
Elaine's actions.  She had not only let me see her naked, but let
me finger fuck her for a bit as well.  Every time I asked her to
do something she acted like I would have expected her to.  When I
told her I wanted to do something she let me.  Was it some game
she was playing?  That wasn't like her either.  I still was
puzzled as I watched a huge amount of cum squirt across the dry
hay.  I watched the more or less linear arcs of semen leave my
penis and sparkle in the sunlight as they crossed the room.  I
couldn't recall ever having had such a huge load before.  Of
course I had only fantasies up until about an hour ago. Now I had
a reality. I liked it even though what had happened was a bit
weird. As I sat on the stacked hay bales thinking, I saw my
sister Beth walking across the yard toward the hen house.  Even
though dad wasn't a farmer we still kept a few chickens and goats
for the eggs and milk they provided.  It's tough to feed 5 kids
and two adults on a cop's salary I guess. We each took turns with
the chores and today was Beth's turn to do the eggs. A sudden
idea hit me as I jumped from the loft, crossed the yard and
entered the chicken coop behind Beth.  We were only 18 months
apart in age but currently Beth was 15 to my 13.  Last month she
had been 14 to my 13.  Somehow it made a difference to her. We
were typical in our relationship.  We got along real well most of
the time, but there were times when one or the other of us pissed
each other off. We usually could talk for long periods of time
and communicate on any topic.  Today I needed to talk. I jumped
right in when I saw her, "Beth what do you know about sex?" She
looked surprised that I had come in the door asking blunt
questions, but she paused for a moment to think. "Well I guess I
know as much as anybody else, why do you ask?" "I saw something
today that made me wonder," I started,  "Do girls get horny like
guys do?" She blushed a bright crimson red as she pondered her
answer.
"I would assume so. It takes two people and I guess they both
need to be in the mood to get it done." "I guess what I mean," I
interrupted,  "Do girls do things they don't want to do just
because they have the hots?" "How do you mean?"
"I mean would you touch a guy that you didn't want to touch just
because you had the hots for him and he just asked for you to
touch him?" She thought for a moment, "I don't think anyone, male
or female, would do something they didn't want to do.  I also
think we get confused sometimes about what we DO want to do
versus what we NEED to do. That's the age old question of right
and wrong." But, if you had the hots for some guy and really
wanted to do something with him and you were real horny, could
another guy walk up to you and tell you to do something and you
do it?" "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know, we're talking theoretical here so lets go to
extremes.  If you were so horny for someone and Baldwin
Montgomery walked up and told you he needed a blow job, would you
give him one?" "God no! Baldwin Montgomery is the biggest grease
ball in the whole school, I would rather suck a goat's dick than
his!" This conversation was taking an interesting turn. I had
never realized that big sister had such a vocabulary or had ever
thought about sex. Yet here we were, talking about it like it was
a math assignment or something.  I paused for a moment to gather
my thoughts, "How about helping me do a brief experiment on human
nature?" She looked at me warily, "What do you have in mind?"
"Something happened today and I want to see if it was a fluke."
"What happened?"
"Just trust me for a few minutes, if this doesn't work then I'll
explain everything." "OK," she said after a second of thought,
"Try your experiment but don't get to far out of hand with it."
That seemed like a fair enough condition. I didn't have much hope
of this working anyway, but figured it wouldn't hurt to try it.
"Can you hear me OK?" I asked.
"Silly, I hear you just fine, we've been talking for ten
minutes." "Listen to me then.  Would you please take of your
shirt and bra and pinch your nipples until they are hard for me?"
"Asshole, why would I do that? You're my brother and I am
certainly not horny." "That's why this is a good experiment.
Listen to me again.  Take your shirt and bra off and pinch your
nipples until they are hard for me." "OK."
She set her egg basket down on the shelf and reached down and
pulled her blouse over her head.  I marveled at the creamy white
skin while she reached around and unhooked her bra.  She shrugged
it to the ground leaving a decidedly gorgeous pair of tits
floating in mid air.  She was a generous `B' cup bra and each of
her grapefruit sized tits was capped with a pale pink nipple that
was almost translucent in the low light of the chicken coop. The
Gods of youth had been most kind to Miss Beth's chest.  Both of
her tits were perfectly rounded and firm with no sag on the
underside like there were on the babes in Playboy.  When I said
they were floating, I wasn't kidding a bit.  They stuck up and
off of her chest proudly as if they were suspended in mid air.
She now began a light twisting motion on the nipples bringing
them outward with a flourish at the end of the twist cycle.  She
was doing both at the same time. The left nipple led the way by
becoming puckered and hard around the aureole with the nipple
protruding from the center like a small pencil eraser. The right
one was only seconds behind.  I had the impression that this was
not the first time she had played with her tits in such a manner.
"Do you masturbate Beth?"  I asked.   
 "That's none of your business Mister," she retorted.
"Show me how you masturbate Beth."
She quickly turned her back to me and shucked out of her jeans,
leaving them in a rumpled wad around her left ankle.  I was
surprised to see that she was wearing no panties.  She lay down
on her stomach on a pile of burlap bags, her hand disappearing
underneath her between her shapely legs. She began a rocking
motion, forward and backward on her hidden fingers.  I moved
around her and peered between her parted thighs.  Her whole hand
covered her puss with the exception of her middle finger.  It had
disappeared up her vagina.  She was doing a fucking motion on her
finger while simultaneously rubbing her clit with the flat of her
hand.  It wasn't long before I could hear a quiet sucking sound
as her finger worked over her cunt.  After about three minutes of
this her whole body tightened up making the beautiful mounds of
her ass clench together as she spasmed in orgasm.  
	She lay there quietly for a bit with her hand cupping her mound,
satisfied in her orgasm.
	"Beth, will you suck my cock?"
	"Don't be gross little brother.  There's no way I would suck
your cock or anyone else's either for that matter.  It's too
gross to even think about.
	"Beth, suck my cock."
	She raised up on one elbow giving me a view of a perky left
breast heavily imprinted with burlap fabric.
	"You want me to take it out, or do you want to do it?"
	"You do it."
	She sat up on the edge of her makeshift bed and motioned me to
her.  As I walked toward her I noticed that her eyes were glued
to my already hard cock. I began to unzip my own jeans, but she
pushed my hands aside and grabbed the zipper and tugged it down
in a series of short gentle tugs.  Unbuttoning the top button,
she didn't bother to pull my pants down but reached inside and
unceremoniously hauled out my cock and balls, letting them hang
over the elastic band of my jockeys. She fondled my balls
individually, seeming to admire their texture, weight and near
hairless covering sack.
	Her pink tongue traced a line between my balls and up the short
length of my cock.  She engulfed the head and top quarter of my
dick and just held it in her mouth.  She began a swirling motion
with her tongue on the sensitive area just below my glans.  There
was no pumping motion as I had expected, just that incredibly
sensuous movements of her lightening fast tongue. Though I had
jerked off just 30 minutes prior to this I could feel a quick
come building up at the base of my cock.
	I reached down and cupped each of her breasts in my hand while
she lavished my shaft with a whirlwind of sex.   I stroked and
kneaded each of them until both of her nipples were rock hard.
	"Beth I am getting ready to come.  Do you want to take it in
your mouth?" "No! I told you that was gross." 
"Take my come in your mouth and swallow it."
Which she did with much groaning and moaning as I came.  I filled
her mouth to nearly overflowing with hot spunk, but she sucked in
all in and swallowed as fast as she could, allowing only a thin
trickle to escape down her chin.  Once she had drained my
youthful tool of all the tasty ejaculate she leaned back and
apprised my cock. Almost absently she removed the dribbled come
from her chin and sucked it off of her finger whiled studying the
now deflating member. She looked up at me and said, "That wasn't
too bad actually, I sorta liked it I think."  "That's real good
Sis. I just have one more part of the experiment that I want to
try." "Try if you must, I have to get these eggs back to the
house."  "I want you to suck off the goat until he comes in your
mouth." She padded naked to the back door of the coop and banged
on the side of a feed bucket to call the goats.  The Billie, as
is normal, was the first to arrive for promised chow.  Beth
squatted down beside him and reached underneath his belly and
grabbed the sheath of his penis, peeling it back to expose the
red, angry looking goat cock.  She leaned further down with her
mouth open to receive his tool. "Beth stop!"
She looked at me quizzically but didn't let go of the goat meat.
She stroked it in her hand while she looked at me. "Leave the
goat alone Beth. Get dressed and finish your chores." She stood
up smiling while she got dressed.  After she had finished
buttoning her blouse she paused a moment before speaking. "So
tell me about the experiment," she said.
" Never mind," I replied, " It's too stupid to believe anyway."
"Suit yourself, I have work to do. Any time you need to talk just
yell out and we'll sit down and gab, OK? "Sure Sis... nexttime."
What had I stumbled upon?  Why were girls suddenly doing
things I told them to do?   I most certainly didn't understand
what was going on.  It didn't work if I asked them to do
something.  I had to TELL them what I wanted.   Perhaps today was
just a fluke.  Maybe I had caught two unsuspecting girls in a
weak moment and taken advantage of them.  Everything the two had
done had been completely out of character for them both. In the
case of the goat, Beth had been quiet willing to debase herself
in a manner she wouldn't have considered otherwise. I didn't know
for sure but I was going to find out if it was a fluke or not. 
Over the next week I compiled a list of reprehensible things to
order people to do.  If any of this worked I figured I would be
on to something. Day one: I told the grocer to piss on the fire
hydrant in the courthouse square.  Which he did to the tune of a
$25 fine for public nuisance. Day two: I asked Ms. Barbara, the
county librarian, to post an ad in the newspaper advertising for
a 1936 deSoto automobile with a rumble seat.  She didn't do it. 
Day three: I told the district court judge to put a coke can up
his ass and leave it there while he held court on Monday morning.
I am not for sure he did it, but he walked funny for several days
afterward.  Day four: was my favorite.  I told my sister Beth to
instruct my other sisters on proper oral sex techniques.  She
brought them to my room while Mom and my brother had gone
shopping.  The twins, Abigail and Amanda were 10 years old and
were beginning to know a little about sex.  When we were through
they knew a LOT about sex.  Beth began by sucking my cock and
then sucked my balls while the twins practiced on my raging cock.
 We finished with Beth sitting on my face and screaming in
orgasm, while Abigail sucked the come out of my balls.  Little
Amanda was reaming my ass with her tongue when I came.  Her
little pink tip pierced my anus in the last seconds sending me
over the top to a mind shattering come. Day 5: I had two of my
most macho buddies blow each other in front of a couple of girls.
 Funny but without instruction the girls went down on each other
while the guys were swapping body fluids.  Sometimes it doesn't
take any control to get people to do what they wanted to do in
the first place. Day 6: in a fit of meanness I had the pastor's
wife shave her pussy and sit on the front row of the church
during morning worship and flash her husband.  It was one of the
shortest sermons in the 113-year history of that church.  The
choir was a bit scandalized by it all but no one could agree on
what had happened.  The pastor's wife is a 23-year-old beauty
that turned heads when she walked down the street anyway.  So
most of the choir talk was written off to jealousy.  Pastor Brown
seemed happier in the months after that.  So maybe I wasn't so
mean after all.

It turned out that I had IT what ever it was.  As the weeks
progressed I discovered a wide range of odd things I could do. In
addition to being able to exercise control over other's thoughts
and actions, I could anticipate what someone was going to say to
me seconds before they said it.  This had some advantages in that
I could sense new chores or work for me to do in time to avoid
most of them.  Of course if Dad or Mom actually did tell me to do
something I would just tell them to get someone else to do it. 
They would just look at me and agree and walk off. As the summer
wore on I discovered that if I lowered my head and looked at
somebody through half closed eyes I could actually hear what they
were thinking.  At least I thought I could.  This was going to
take more practice. About two weeks before school started I set
up my most elaborate plan to date.  I wanted to experiment to see
if I could implant suggestions into more than one person at a
time doing stuff that they would never do otherwise, all while
not speaking a word.  I had suspected that people were responding
to my thoughts previously but had never tested the theory. I had
never fucked anyone using IT. I had only played around with IT
doing little practical jokes on folks and getting my weenie waxed
by hand or mouths occasionally.  I had been very unsure of this
gift all summer long.  I didn't want to do irreversible harm to
any of my friends or family in the name of experimentation.  Now,
however, was the time that I decided that I had enough
understanding and control to keep from hurting others or me.   My
Dad is a very private person.  He had his stash of `stuff' that
nobody was allowed to mess with.  Anyone caught messing with his
stuff would be dealt with quickly and harshly as we all had
learned. He was a pretty good old man but we learned early in
life that you don't mess around with Ex-Marine's stuff.   I
wanted to incorporate this inbred fear of messing with Dad's
stuff into this last experiment. I had also given careful thought
and consideration to whom I should let take my virginity.  I had
elected one of the most intelligent, articulate, and most
beautiful women in the county.  She may have been the best
anywhere.  I am of course talking about my beautiful sister Beth.
 I had a brief moment of wrestling with the morals of incest but
not enough to stop my final decision. I was 13 years old after
all, and thought only with my dick.  That's the standard clich  I
think. I had done a ton of reading about the various
personifications of IT.  There was little written back then, but
it was generally accepted that young males and females, if they
were going to experience IT, would notice an onset at around the
beginning of puberty. It had a lot to do with the hormone rushes
to various parts of the generally unused portions of the brain. I
guess I believed it because that's exactly when I started
noticing IT.   There was a number of what researchers called
`abilities' that manifest themselves at that time.  I had
experienced most of the major abilities in one form or another
over the summer.  I was missing some of the more interesting ones
though.  I couldn't do telekinesis, or pyrokinesis or some of the
more "mind projecting" abilities that I had read about.  Of
course, time would tell wouldn't it? To be truly successful with
my new experiment I figured everything had to be done silently. 
At least silent from an aural standpoint anyway.  I began by
telling my parents that I was going to be entertaining in their
bedroom this afternoon and that everything would be of normal
appearance to them.  They both agreed without much comment or
questions. After that discussion I shut up and let my mind do the
walking.  I climbed the stairs and stood in the middle of the
huge cavern Mom and Dad shared as a bedroom.  I had plans that
wouldn't allow my personal little room to be utilized. I stood in
the floor and sent out a message to Abigail and Amanda to come
tend to my needs.  At first I didn't think it was going to work
because there was no response.  I didn't know the range of IT
yet, and I didn't know where the twins were. I needn't have
worried as it turned out, because 9 minutes after I sent out the
call they came running into the bedroom heavily winded and
sweating from every pore in their body.  From my mind I asked,
"Where were you, What took you so long?"
	I didn't hear words as much as I received images from them. 
They had been playing in the south pasture.  That was nearly a
mile from the house, when they were called. I pointed out what I
wanted them to do but insisted they bathe and prepare themselves
for the festivities.  Their duties were to act as `fluffer' for
the t te- -t te. A fluffer is one who prepares the principles for
the act.  They keep flaccid tissues firm and dry tissues moist
during the celebration. I called our mother to prepare their
baths and their bodies.  She came regally up the stairs as if she
felt the importance of her job.  She took the girls to the huge
claw footed tub in the master bath and scrubbed them thoroughly.
Upon completion of their baths she turned each of them in turn
over her lap and administered a Fleets enema.  It was almost
ritualistic in its form.  Watching her spread the tiny globes of
their asses apart and insert the nozzle into their rectum
engorged my cock to its full 5" state.  (I know that 5" is not a
lot of cock out in the real world but I had plenty for my world.
Within the next year or so I hoped my little pecker would grow up
to be a man.)  Working at this rate I decided I might not need a
fluffer after all, much less a sexy pair of them. After
evacuating their bowels loudly into the toilet their waist length
hair was curled into soft ringlets that surrounded their face
like a halo. They were dressed with a feather each in their hair.
Otherwise their bodies remained on display.  This was their final
act  of submission to me. It was also proof that IT worked on Mom
as well.  Watching her prepare the two of them for ritual was a
sacrifice she would never have made without my IT suggestions. It
was time for Beth to present herself to the bed.  In a final act
of defiance I had her go into Dad's stuff and remove a bullet
from his gun and bring it to me.  (I figured that if I could
overcome this fear of his stuff with silent commands, and in
effect neutralize the ugly part of Daddy, I would be successful.)
Beth came into the room dressed only in a white, sheer,
to-the-floor dressing gown with a long train billowing behind it.
 The neck and armholes were touched with a fine feather trim that
moved with the slightest movement of air around her. Also with
the slightest movement the charms of the woman-child were
displayed to great advantage. The twin orbs of her breasts glowed
under the diaphanous billows of her gown.  Her aureoles were so
pale as to not be seen through the hint of fabric, but the little
nubs of nipples were tenting the soft cloth in outline. Her pubic
patch, sparse though it was, was boldly visible as she walked. 
The slit of her girlish cunt could be seen keeping syncopated
time with her walk. I had chosen well.  I was going to loose my
virginity to the most beautiful girl in the world.  The greatest
turn on, I think, was the fact that she was going to loose her
virginity at the same moment.  I stood in the middle of the
king-sized bed and raised my arms to her.  The twins took their
cue and scrambled up beside me, removing my dressing gown and
casting it to a chair beside the bed.  Their hands floated like
butterflies on my skin as they stroked and fondled my body. Beth
stepped up on the floating mattress in front of me.   We stared
into each other's eyes as our little fluffers did their work. 
Beth's gown floated down and off of her and out of sight at the
foot of the bed.  Amanda immediately peeled off of my body and
attached herself to Beth.  I could feel Abigail's hands, lips and
occasional teeth on my body as she tried to arouse me to a fever
pitch.  She had the easiest job of the group in keeping me
aroused.  I still had 13-year-old hormones after all. As I gazed
into my lover's eyes I could feel little Abigail nibbling at my
scrotum with her teeth. She had no impediment because my cock was
standing up well away from her activities. I felt Amanda's small
hand insinuate its self between her twin and my body.  Her
fingers curled to stoke my anus as her sister engulfed the whole
of my ball sack into her mouth. I could see their opposites doing
the same thing to my Beth as they did it to me. It was a ballet
of ecstasy with a four-principle company of dancers. Beth's knees
bent slightly to allow her sisters access to her virgin orifices.
In doing so she lost balance slightly and leaned into me for
support.  I allowed us all to gracefully fall to the bed in a
tangle of arms, legs and meshed gonads. We touched, fondled,
sucked, and licked every surface that presented itself to us.
Beth's rounded proud breasts gave way, under my tongue to
Amanda's little cupcake titties that flattened completely under
the broad licking sweep.  The wet tracery finished at Abigail's
pink, puckered bum hole to dwell deeply there for a minute before
disappearing into Beth's open mouth to join in the deepest of
soul kisses. Eventually I was found lying on my back with Beth
lying atop me, nose to nose, toes to toes, with a twin on either
side of us. I could feel the heat of her sex on my left pelvic
bone and felt the gushing of her juices pouring down across my
hip. We kissed again deeply and I could feel her breasts mashed
flat on my chest with her nipples burning hot holes into my
chest.  The fluttering tickling hands of our dear fluffers did
not stop at any time.  Sensing a ripening of our emotions Beth
raised her self above me attempting to impale herself on my rock
hard penis.  She only had momentary difficulties because Abigail
took the base of my cock in her hand and raised it to a
ninety-degree angle.  Amanda reached through with tiny fingers
and spread Beth's cunt apart at her opening.  Between the twin's
ministrations and our natural desire to fuck like rutting
animals, we did not thrust together but rather glided into a
copulating posture. The head of my root hung momentarily on the
outer labia only to be lubricated by the darting wet hot tongue
of one of my 10-year-old sisters.  I glided the first 2 inches of
cock into big sister's vagina only to meet the inevitable
resistance. Her maidenhead stood as the last bastion to innocence
and childhood for my lovely fuck partner.  I looked deeply into
her eyes and said the only words spoken aloud during the
festivities.  "Ready dear one?"
She just returned my deep look, nodded once as if a decision had
been made, and gently settled herself down the length of my cock.
 I could feel the rending deep insider her as she slid downward,
followed by a brief gush of warmth cascading across my testicles.
Warm wash cloths were instantly mopping my balls to catch the
flow of virgin blood as it poured forth. I had to control myself
on a deep level to keep from ejaculating into her now wide opened
vault. The exquisite tightness of her newly deflowered cunt, with
its enveloping warmth was almost more than I could stand.  I
grasped her smooth, firm backside and squeezed to keep her
against me for a moment.  Ever vigilant, one of the twin's
tongues darted between my hands to swab at my lover's anus. I
watched her eyes roll back into her head as the waves of ecstasy
built to a pitch and she squeaked out a tiny mewling sound as she
reached her first orgasm. We had not begun to fuck in earnest and
she was already over the first of her plateaus.  I began a slow
in out motion with my hips and could feel the battered and
sopping wet tissues of her cunt move with me. I had heard a poet
refer to a woman's vagina as a molten volcano filled with erotic
lava.  I had not understood what he meant by that until this
moment. The slow grinding motion combined with the stroking was
bring by a rapid culmination of our tryst. (Abigail still had the
base of my cock in her tiny hand any was squeezing and stroking
as we slow fucked each other to oblivion.) I felt another gush of
fluids and a sudden increase in internal temperature as Beth
caught another wave of orgasm.  Her tight cunt squeezed my cock
until I thought surly it would break. I was still in control of
myself until I felt Amanda's hot little tongue (or was is
Abigail?)  lapping up the love juice from my balls.  She traced a
circled pattern across my scrotum to my perineum, to the obvious
terminus of down flowing fluids.  When her little pink darter
pierced my anus deeply and remained to swirl in ever deepening
circles I could stand it no longer.  I simply pulled my legs up
around Beth's trim little waist and opened myself to the twins
ministrations.  With one licking my asshole and the other
stroking my cock while licking my balls I ejaculated with a force
hard enough to knock paint off a concrete wall.  Beth began
spasms again as well, again clamping down hard on my meat. I'm
not sure if one boy can ejaculate a full liter of semen with one
orgasm but I gave it a serious try. It would be impossible to
measure it anyway because as most of the jism leaked from between
my rapidly deflating cock and the over stretched ring of cunt in
which it was embedded, the twins bathed both areas repeatedly
with their tongues. By the time my member slipped out of my
lover's opening we were essentially clean again. As if to make
sure Amanda sucked in my wilted organ and vacuumed the last few
drops trying to hide in my exhausted urethra. It was in this
position that we all dozed off in to a fuckbusted sleep. Four
hours had passed since we had fallen into a trance like sleep. 
We were awakened by our mother, who assisted us into the large
hot tub.  She bathed us individually and together and then
invited us down for a carefully prepared dinner of oysters and
capon. In retrospect I was very pleased that we had all
communicated on such a high level.  I had been communicating with
5 people, silently for over 3 hours. My experiment was a success,
but my life was just beginning.  I had a feeling that the next
school year would be very interesting.

End of Chapter One
The Way We Are
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