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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "An Incest Carol" Ch. 2 (a take-off on the C. Dickens tale)
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This Chapter Two was originally posted on January 5, 2000.


Disclaimer: 

The following story is in no way intended to be a faithful adaptation of
the classic story by Charles Dickens. Only in my perverted mind do these
events and circumstances exist. But upon watching the classic story on
Christmas Eve (last night) I felt compelled to write my own version of
the timeless classic. Granted, things had to be slightly skewed and
warped to fit my 
intentions, but the overall aspect is hopefully achieved. It is my
Christmas Present to all the readers of this newsgroup. Please enjoy and
Happy Holidays to all. 

Author's Note: 

Since the story takes place in the early 1800s London, descriptions of
clothing, places, language and such will reflect such a time. Things
such as AIDS, safe sex, morals and 
plausabiltiy have not yet come into being so deal with it. Thank you for
your time. 

Additional note:  (new)

Some parts of chapters will not contain sex and will merely contain
parts of the original story in order to keep the narrative flow of the
story.



"An Incest Carol"             by kids_at_play 

A Parody (my apologies to Mr. C. Dickens) 

Story Codes for the entire story:

(mf, Mf, Fm, MF, inc cons, mast, oral, preg, bizarre twist) 

Story Codes for Chapter Two:

(mf, inc cons, sex, preg)

Chapter Two


Young Ebenezer grasped the tops of his sister Fan's white bloomers and
began tugging them down. 

"Stand up, dear sister, so I can remove your garments," Young Ebenezer
bade her do. 

Fan stood up and Young Ebenezer pulled her bloomers down her legs,
revealing a pair of white cotton knickers. (author's note: so many
goshdarn clothes the girls wore back then; it was a wonder anyone got
any loving done at all) Fan lifted each of her legs and stepped out of
her bloomers. Ebenezer looked his sister over with delight. Truly she
was a beauty. Frail, yes. Delicate, yes. But a beauty notwithstanding. 

Her thin legs were encased in black stockings, disappearing into the
black high-buttoned boots she wore. Her thighs were mere wisps of flesh 
where the frilly garter straps were hanging down, holding her stockings
up. Young Ebenezer buried his face into his sister's stomach, feeling
her warmth. The one-room schoolhouse was cold, the fireplace having been
shut down for the Christmas vacation, but his sister's body felt like it
was on fire! 

"Come, dear brother, we must be quick before they bring your bags down
from upstairs!" Fan 
urged Young Ebenezer. 

Ebenezer Scrooge pulled away from his sister's body and reached out and
started pulling down her knickers. Fan's black pubic hair emerged as he
slipped down the cotton undergarment. 
As he slid the knickers down over the garter belt clips Fan's entire
cunt was exposed to Young Ebenezer's gaze. A perfect vee, his sister's
cunt was as delicate as the rest of her body. Sculpted wondrously, it
was nestled firmly in between her slim thighs. 

Ebenezer waited while his sister stepped out of her knickers to stand
before him in her white corset and brassiere and her black stockings.
There was no time to remove her other garments so they both had on their
upper clothes. 

Young Ebenezer reached out and touched his hand to Fan's cunt, rubbing
her in between her legs. He used the side of his hand, the hard bone
there, to slide back and forth against his sister's cunt. He could feel
the moistness already beginning to flow from her sex. His own prick
throbbed intently as the prospect of what was about to happen made him
tingle. Here, both siblings virgins, giving themselves to one another
fully. Young Ebenezer Scrooge was never more happier. And unbeknownst to
him at the time, he would never be again, either. 

"Hurry, Ebenezer, we must hurry! There is little time," Fan intoned,
growing restless. 

Fan stepped astride her brother's lap and faced him. She looked down at
his throbbing tool and 
hoped that it would fit inside her small hole. She had not learned that
much about sex from her father and certainly not about when a man puts
his prick into a woman's cunt. But she had wanted to try and she also
wanted to have a baby. And she had wanted her own brother to be the
father! 

"Hold your prick still for me," Fan told Young Ebenezer. 

Ebenezer grasped the base of his prick and held it steady as his sister
positioned the head of his tool at the entrance to her cunt. Gently she
lowered herself down onto the eight-inch 
prick. She could feel the head squeeze in between her cuntlips. She
hesitated, a slight fear coursing through her thin, frail body. 

Young Ebenezer was beside himself as he could feel the heat from his
sister's cunt envelop his member. He wanted to thrust himself up into
his sister's hole but did not want to hurt her with his size as this was
her first time. 

Fan eased down on her brother's prick a little more, then, feeling it
press into her. Gradually she slid down his prick until she felt
something block the further continuance of his member inside her. She
wiggled her body a bit in the hopes of maybe getting her brother's prick
in at a different angle. But nothing happened. 

Young Ebenezer felt the obstruction instantly. Now his prick was being
sucked into his sister's hot, moist hole and he could hold back no
longer! He thrust upwards with a mighty lunge and his prick suddenly
tore through something 
thin and in an instant he was fully inside of his sister's cunt! 

Fan felt a tiny pinch and the smallest jot of pain but the next thing
she knew her brother's prick was jammed up inside of her. Totally. As
frail as Fan's body was, so were her insides. So her virginity was quite
easy to take. 

Young Ebenezer had never experienced such a sensation as he was now
experiencing. It felt like his prick was being squeezed in a vise,
although the feeling was in no way unpleasant! On the contrary, it was
as if the vise was equipped with a hot molten sleeve and was constantly
supplied with liquid moisture. When Young Ebenezer would use his hand on
his member it would take perhaps fifteen minutes or so to achieve his
release. But this--THIS was something that could make him attain that
same result within minutes! 

At first, Fan was content to just sit there on her brother's lap feeling
his prick inside of her. She could feel her muscles in her groin
contracting and grip the massive tool inside her hole. But surely there
was more to it than this? So she began to move her hips up and down. She
began to lift herself up and down on her brother's lap and she could now
feel his prick 
slide in and out of her hole. As it did this, Fan began to feel the
wondrous feelings that she sometimes felt when her father would rub her
cunt while in bed with her. 

As soon as his sister began bucking up and down on his prick Young
Ebenezer knew that he would not last much longer. Her once-virgin cunt
stroked his erect prick like no hand ever could. Each time that his
sister would lower herself onto his rod he could feel the tip of his
prick bump against something pliable inside of her body. He knew not
what this was but wondered if this was where he would make a baby inside
his sister. 

The sound of people yelling penetrated the siblings' reverie and Fan
urged her brother to quicken his arrival as her father had termed it to
her. She had often used her soft, velvety hand to hasten her father's
'arrival' and then he would spill his seed upon her hand. Now she wished
for her brother dear to spill his seed inside of her, hopefully giving
her a baby. 

She hastened her riding of his prick and bounced up and down on his tool
harder. She felt her muscles spasm and waves of pleasure coursed through
her young delicate body and she almost swooned as the intense feelings
swept through her. At the same time, Young Ebenezer felt his sister's
cunt squeeze around his prick and this final vise-like grip was the
forbearance to his own release! 

His seed spewed from his prick mightily into his sister's belly. He
thrust his spewing prick tightly into her cunt, expending his seed with
such a force that he suely thought that it would overfill her. Once
depleted, his member shrank sufficiently enough to allow it to slip from
Fan's hole. Fan climbed off of her brother's lap and quickly slid on her
knickers. She didn't want any of his seed to spill onto the floor and
lose it. 

While his sister quickly dressed herself properly, Young Ebenezer pulled
on his 
britches and closed them up. He helped Fan with her dress and soon both
siblings were the 
picture of propriety once again. 

"Come, brother, let us make for home now. We shall all live happily
together. At last. The way it should be, Ebenezer." 

"Yes, dear Fan, we shall! You alone love me, as I alone shall always
love you. Say you will always love me, Fan, say it!" 

"Of course I will always love you, Ebenezer! Forever!" 

"Then you must never die, Fan! You must never die!" Young Ebenezer
admonished her. 

The siblings hugged one another and then arose and headed for the
carriage that awaited to take them both back to their father and their
home. 

The aged spirit looked at invisible Scrooge and noticed a small tear in
the corner of his eye. 

"Why the tear, Ebenezer?" the kindly spirit asked. 

"Eh? What?" Ebenezer grumbled. 

"Why are you saddened?" the spirit plied on. 

"Oh, it is nothing. Just a memory, is all. Is that all here? Are we done
yet, spirit?" 

"Just a few more scenes, Ebenezer. Touch my robe again and alight with
me." 

Once more Scrooge laid his hand on the old spirit's robe and was
uplifted. They sped through space as if unmoving and yet they must have
moved for they appeared soon in another setting. This one in a garden.
In springtime. 

It seemed a familiar place to Scrooge but he was not quite sure where
from. 

"See yourself now, Ebenezer. See yourself in love," the spirit intoned,
and Scrooge was forced to witness yet another marking in his past. 

Two figures strolled down the garden path. One carried a parasol to
shield her fair face from the sun. The other carried a walking stick,
dressed in handsome finery. A silk gentleman's hat adorned his head,
covering the fine-shorn 
locks of hair. His custom-tailored suit fit him exquisitely and his
boots were of the finest most expensive leather there was. It was of
course Scrooge himself as a young man. 

Already prospering in business, having just entered a partnership with
another young man name of Jacob Marley. Together, they had managed to
buy out the ownership rights to old Fezziwig's business, and now
co-owned the entire company. Fezziwig himself was forced to retire and
Scrooge and Marleys was born. 

The young woman walking with Scrooge was a pauper girl whom Scrooge had
mildly been attracted to and whom he had given himself to in order to
win her favors. She had given her virginity to him ever so easily and
now she was 
speaking of engagements and weddings and the like and Scrooge was
worried. Not that the girl wanted to get married, but that she was poor!
Well, compared to him she was poor. And not only that but he wasn't
really in love with her, anyway. He may have thought that he was, at
least on the surface, but deep down he wasn't. No, his love was with
another. But that love had nowhere to go. Alas, it fell on deaf ears. 

"So then you love me no longer, Ebenezer?" 
the girl asked him. 

"It is you who say such things, my dear." 

"So it is true then?" 

"Only from your lips," Ebenezer chided. 

"I fear another has replaced me," she plied on. 

"What is that?" Ebenezer asked stoically. 

"Another love has taken my place in your heart has it not, Ebenezer?" 

"If you say so, my dear." 

"Can you not for once answer to my convictions wholeheartedly,
Ebenezer?" she cried now. 

"None have taken your place, my love," Ebenezer lied. 

"It is just as well, Ebenezer. Your promise to wed me is an old one. I
no longer hold you to it. You may court another if you wish." 

"But I wish for no other, my dear," Ebenezer said, unconvincingly. 

"I pray for you, my dear Ebenezer, that you may find happiness in your
life." 

And at that, the young woman walked away with her parasol. Ebenezer
Scrooge watched her walk away with not the slightest bit of guilt. He
wanted nor needed no woman. If he could not have who he wanted most of
all, then he would immerse himself in business. He would lose his heart
to the business of making money. 
A poor substitute for love, but that was that. Ebenezer Scrooge would
never show or give love again--as long as he lived! 

"Show me no more, spirit!" Scrooge pleaded with the old man. 

"There is but one more shadow you must see," the spirit bade him. 

"I--I cannot bear to see more of my past life," Scrooge implored. 

"Why? Was it so bad? Were you not happy?" 

"I--I don't know," Scrooge said sullenly. "I--I thought that I could
wash away my dreadful memories with my work. With my business. But all
it did was send me deeper and deeper into a black pit. I see that now,
spirit. Please, show me no more." 

But the spirit took hold of Scrooge's hand and they were both
transmogrified and next appeared inside a small room in a modest house.
There was a single bed in the room, upon which lay a small, frail,
delicate woman with black curly hair and an upturned nose. 

Scrooge saw who it was and knew where they were and quickly pleaded with
the spirit, 

"No! NO! Please, spirit! Not here! Anywhere else but here!" 

"Look, Ebenezer," the spirit intoned. 

"I--I cannot. I will not!" Scrooge shouted, of course unheard by the
occupants of the room. 

"You will look!" the spirit demanded, and Scrooge knew that it was
useless to resist. 

Scrooge gazed upon the bed at his sister. At Fan. His beautiful sister
Fan. Tears came to his eyes. He had not been with her when she had given
birth to their baby. Their incestuous baby. No, he was working, making
his way up in the world of business. No time to stop for anything! 

The doctor stood by the bed looking down upon the frail woman. She was
near death, the birth too much for her system. Unwed, alone, her father
having died months before, her only brother off somewhere, unable to be
contacted. 
Or unwilling. No one would say who the father was and he did not pry.
But it was sad. 

Scrooge began crying then, a deep soulful crying. 

"I'm sorry, Fan! I'm so so sorry, Fan! I should have been there! I
should have been there!" 

"Your sister was a frail and delicate creature, one which a wisp of air
could crumple," the spirit said. 

"Yes, she was. I should have realized that the birthing would be too
much for her." 

"And when you heard of your sister's death, what did you do?" 

"What could I do?" Scrooge asked. "Tell them that I was the father of
the baby? Never! I would have been ruined!" 

"And so you let the baby go to a foster home, did you not, Ebenezer?" 

"Of course, the best thing for it!" 

"Sure, that's what you pay all those taxes for, isn't it, to keep those
homes open and operating, isn't it?" 

Scrooge fell silent for a minute and then turned away from the scene
before him. He turned his back on his dying sister, just as he had all
those years ago. After that, his love for others dissipated. He loved no
more. 

"Take me away, spirit, I beg of you. Take me home, please!" Scrooge
begged. 

"And you never wanted to find out about the baby that your sister had,
did you, Ebenezer?" 

"Why should I?" Scrooge barked. 

"Because your sister died giving it birth, isn't that correct? Just as
your own mother died giving you birth! For which your father never
forgave YOU!" 

"What does that have to do----!" 

Scrooge stopped. He fell silent. On the bed he could hear the doctor
pronouncing his sister dead. His heart froze. He whispered softly, 

"I'm sorry, Fan, I'm sorry." 

"Would you but know who the baby is and whom else is involved you might
not be so hasty to hide away in your business," the spirit said. 

"What? What was that?" Scrooge said, not quite hearing what the spirit
had said. 

"It is nothing. It is of no use to you now, I am afraid. Come, my time
with you has drawn to a close. Let us return." 

The spirit took hold of Scrooge's hand and they materialized back inside
Scrooge's bedroom. 

But the spirit was no longer there. Scrooge found himself on his bed,
under the covers, 
unsure of what had just happened. Had he been dreaming? 

Just then, the clock struck two! 

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The End of Chapter Two 


Coming next in Chapter Three: 

The Ghost of Incest Present comes to visit and shows Scrooge the
Cratchit family celebrating Christmas in their own incestuous way! Stay
tuned. 


Please direct any comments to kids_at_play@webtv.net or to the
newsgroup. 

Thank you. 


kids_at_play 



"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me."  (Gary Allan)


"Thank Heaven for little girls!"  (Maurice Chevalier)
 
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful -- 
1965) 

"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson) 

"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."    
(Anon) 

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818 

Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them. 

kids_at_play 

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