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Subject: {ASSM} Getting Away from it All - Ch. 6 - Fini! (MFg-6, rom, inc)
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Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 17:10:02 -0500
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Comments are welcome and will be taken in ASSD or the e-mail addy
found in the "Reply to:" section of my headers. Any replies to e-mail
comments will be posted to ASSD(unless there's any objection by it's
regs). A little unorthodox and probably useless but for now I prefer
it this way.

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....and just so you'll know:

The following contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. On top of
that a good number of them contain prepubescent children. If for any
reason it's illegal for you to read anything like this e.g. under some
specific age or maybe because of it's content I highly encourage you
to try hitting up a bingo parlor or skate park instead.

Also keep in mind that I wrote this, not lived it and to my knowledge
know of no one who has lived it. If you know anyone who has lived this
including yourself it's pure coincidence. Get over it. If you know
anyone who wants to live this including yourself I insist that any
such parties cease and desist from such thoughts and stick with
fantasies such as this. If you know of anyone living this including
yourself I must say that no matter how good a story ends, real life is
not a fantasy. Please stop.

If you feel offended by anything so far written then why the hell are
you still reading? Go knit a ball warmer or something!

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Chapter 6

After they finished laughing Gavin asked if they were still planning
on a trip to Knots Berry Farm. Isabelle assured him that was on the
schedule much to Brenna's glee and they all got up, cleaned up and got
ready to go. He was the first to arrive in the living-room and waited
patiently. 

"Holy shit!" Gavin said as the two emerged.

Isabelle looked like she or anyone else would heading off for a theme
park with the family but Brenna was sporting a tight pair of soft
cotton cloth short-shorts made of the same stuff the tube was made of.
It hugged her hips like an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot
bikini and he could make out a little camel-toe. The waist band dipped
down following her tummy towards her puffy mound. Where the hell does
she get all this sexy terry clothy stuff, Gavin thought. On top of
that she had on a little tank that came an inch below her nipples.
Tennies with no socks finished off one end while cute little
pony-tails capped of the other. Cute my ass, he thought, his little
love muffin reeked of sexy.

"It's just an experiment", Isabelle told him.

"What, to see how blue you two can get my balls?"

"No," she retorted, "to see how many balls we can make blue."

After watching some of the men at the carnival the other night Gavin
knew what they were up to. The thought excited him but he by no-means
sounded safe.

"Well," he said nervously, "I sure hope I don't have to fight anybody
off.

He gave the naughty pair a little spank on the rear as they headed off
for the car. This time he successfully avoiding the porch plant. He
sat in the back seat and let Brenna sit up front with her mother. This
way he could sit directly behind Brenna and not have to see her in
that outfit when they spoke.

They parked and headed for the nearest spot to wait for the tram. They
couldn't help notice that the young man directing parkers kept
glancing their way as they passed. He smiled and nodded a greeting
looking at the two adults and then his eyes lingered on Brenna, only a
little lower on her body. They held their chuckles and went on. From
then on it ended up being almost easier to count the men that didn't
have a hard time looking. Some it seemed looked in disgust but they
all knew that you don't keep looking at something that disgusts you.
Body language is the teller of all truths.

One creepy fat guy followed them around for a while but Gavin dodged
off leaving the two at a bench and came up behind him.

"Keep staring at my girl-friend and I'll kick your fat ass right
through your pie-hole."

The guy turned wide-eyed and started sweating. "G-g-girlfriend?"

"Yeah, the one in the pink shorts that I fucked just last night. Now I
wanna see your legs take you and your digesting biggie-sized fries to
the other side of the park."

The guy started to step away but as he did he couldn't help but glance
over again. Fucked last night?

"What the fuck did I just tell you?", Gavin growled, "Are you stuffing
food in your ears too?"

With that the man shuffled out of the park fast enough to lose an
inch. Gavin couldn't blame the guy for wanting to look. Brenna's
perfectly round ass cheeks were peeking out from the bottom of her
shorts. Then there was so much of her belly showing it was easy to
picture catching her scootch in her seat just a little and catching a
glimpse of slit as her pants shifted down and back. He wasn't the only
one who went out of the way to get a good look. He also felt a little
guilty for the fat comments but he was persistent and was creeping
them out.

"What did you tell him?", Isabelle asked when he got back to the
bench.

"I told him she was mine" he said and they chuckled.

It was the peak of the season and lines were long. Once while sitting
on the rail Gavin heard Brenna give a little yelp. He looked at her
and put his hand on her back to see if she was ok. She was blushing.
She smiled back and he patted her.

"Thank you", she said.

"For what?"

Her smile disappeared and her eyes got big. The only person standing
close enough was a boy about ten or eleven who's attention was off
somewhere else. Brenna looked down and saw a bulge in his pants. He
was cute she thought. She looked at Gavin and grinned. He smirked at
the boy even though he wasn't looking and hugged Brenna close to him
possessively. Later down the line Gavin dropped his guard and Brenna
leaned back against the boy and rubbed her body against the bulge in
his jeans. He pressed back at her only to have her turn and give him
the "come here" finger wiggle. He bent over and she whispered in his
ear, "Sorry but I'm taken", and turned and took Gavin's hand and
looked back and grinned at him. Gavin looked down at her and guessed
what had happened. He smirked at the kid who was looking up at him
with his jaw nearly to the floor. As much as her sexy, public display
turned him on he couldn't help but feel how much the danger of
exposure threatened their relationship and freedom. He smirked at her
too and she frowned. Deciding it'd be best not to ruin the day's fun
he gave her hand a squeeze and her eyes a smile. She got the picture.

They sat quietly and ate lunch noticing the number of males that
looked Brenna over. It was a little unnerving that they seemed to make
themselves overly-visible but the unescapable fact that Little Brenna
had so many heads turning gave both parent and lover a proud feeling
and a warmth within their loins.

Brenna almost wanted to strip and dance for the crowd and giggled at
the thought but knew better. As much as she liked it, it was too much.
Transforming from a shy little girl to a provocative little woman so
fast was not something she wanted to do. She was happy with her lover
- "lovers" she had to remind herself. That thought comforted her and
she resolved to keep as low a profile as she could the rest of the
day. She'd had enough.

There were a number of attractions they'd so far missed and a few
rides they just had to hit up one more time so they braved the lines
and the peering eyes for a few hours more before retreating to the
gate, catching the tram and finally making it to the car. Finally
Gavin felt he could speak.

"Ok," he said, "a few things happened in there that were really scary.
I really hope the experiments are over."

The girls unanimously agreed and in no time they were on the highway
towards home. The day's happenings had scared each to a certain degree
but still excited them. As they quietly listened to classic rock and
the tires beating against the road they each reflected on the day and
how much they were turned on by it's events. Gavin looked back at his
little Brenna. She Grinned at him with a look - a look he liked and
Isabelle sensed it. She turned the mirror so that with the right head
moves she could easily look back at her daughter and the road. Sexual
tension wafted throughout the vehicle. You could almost hear their
brainwaves - When we got home...

But they had to have food. They dared another public show but that
wasn't the point. At Souper Salads they were almost unaware of anyone
noticing anything as they made one trip through the salad bar and one
through the fruit and desserts. They sat and ate in such a rush there
were some who were coming through the door as they'd first sat down
that were half way through their first plate as the three left. Each
broke spontaneously into occasional laughter as desire drove the three
on down the road.

Finally they were on their street, in the driveway, through the door.
Clothes flew onto various furniture items as the door closed behind
them and the three rushed through house to the master bedroom. Naked,
they tossed themselves onto the bed. They laid next to each other
laughing in nervous anticipation. Gavin and Isabelle both wanted to
dive right in and do their best to make Brenna happy. So...there was
that awkward moment where the two courteously waited for the other.
Then there was Brenna who wanted to make Mommy and Uncle Gavy feel
good but couldn't figure out how to do them at the same time.

They looked around at each other laying there not doing anything and
burst out laughing once more. Then Brenna was smothered in kisses and
hands. She felt guilty for going first but knew wrestling either for
dibs on gifting would be tough. Her mother's tongue danced all over
her lower body while her Uncle Gavin kissed her mouth, face and neck.
He sucked her earlobes and eyebrows and that spot where her neck met
her shoulders. She sucked in a big gasp of air.

Isabelle had been running her tongue on the inside of her daughter's
knee when she heard her breath. She kissed the girl tenderly between
each thigh moving down till she reached her sweet honey-pot and dug
her tongue in. Brenna gasped. Isabelle sensed her intensity. The day
had each ready to loose a torrent of sexual release upon each other.
Isabelle opened her jaws and clamped her teeth over Brenna's mons
animalistically. She drove her tongue into her daughter's sweetness
and flicked it in and out and up and down. Brenna moaned deeply as her
mother's jaws ate at her body. Gavin's hands and tongue were all over
her and she melted into the soft satin of her mother's bed. Then
release took her as her body flushed, stiffened, convulsed and finally
sank again into the sheets.

As much as she wanted to collapse after a full day and to date her
most intense orgasm, she knew both adults had their due coming!
Gavin's cock had not been touched but she knew it was about to
explode. Brenna decided to torture him. Her mother had been missing
out on the fun all week and deserved a fair hand so she gave it to
her.

Isabelle was gently sucking at her daughter's sweet moisture when
suddenly her head was pushed away and jumped to the other end of the
bed. Gavin seemed to follow along and turned his sister's head to kiss
her hard pulling her up to the head of the bed. Suddenly Isabelle felt
Brenna's finger enter her - then another, until suddenly four fingers
where sliding inside her followed by a thumb and wrist. Isabelle
groaned and her muscles squeezed at her little girls hand as it
penetrated her body and thrust into her exploring the depths of
womanhood. She felt her little hand find her cervix and explore it's
shape - the little spot that was the passage for sperm to find their
way home. Then her arm slowly pistoned in and out of her. 

Isabelle closed her eyes and enjoyed her brother and daughter's touch.
While she did so she sensed Gavin miming some motion and heard him
whisper something to Brenna. Then she felt his mouth on her breasts.
She felt Brenna turn her hand inside her and her fingers cup. Her
fingertips raked along the top of her vaginal cavity as she pulled her
arm slowly out. Suddenly she felt the pressure against her pelvic
bone. Grafenberg, she thought, wasn't a she and didn't have this
little waif's hand up his pussy. He could never know what he'd
started.

She exploded with pleasure. Brenna felt her mother grip her arm and
held it still fingering the spot. She screamed. She bucked. Sweat
poured from her as she came, and came and came. Gavin gave up trying
to mouth any part of his sister's heaving body. He merely rubbed her
tummy and breast as his niece began fisting her hand in and out of her
mother's vagina forcing her knuckles to hit that special place.
Brenna's eye's were wide as she gazed into her mother's ecstatic face.
She longed to be able to come with such intensity. There was a long
squeal as Isabelle's body flexed and she scrunched up her face lifting
her torso from the bed for what seemed an eternity. Her mothers
vaginal muscles rippled against her skin. Finally she collapse in a
heap and Brenna removed her hand. The two caressed her mother's
exhausted body as she fought to catch her breath.

"Oh my god," she panted bathed in the warmth of her lovers' hands,
"that was incredible!"

Brenna's arm was tired but she still wanted to take care of Gavin. She
reached for him but he waved her off with his hand. 

"No," he told her with a smile, "just watch".

The events of the past week culminated in his mind and the scene he'd
just experienced had him at the edge. Isabelle lifted her head to see
what he was going to do. All he needed to do was stop thinking about
baseball. He lay back on his elbows with his head turned watching the
gorgeous pair gaze at his cock. He gave a grunt and suddenly a jet of
hot cum hit his cheek at the jaw. The girls' eyes and mouths went
agape and they laughed in amazement as another blast hit his ear, then
one on his neck, his stomach. He'd wanted to show them just how much
he was turned on by them and he succeeded. They made him do that and
neither had to left a finger. Even he didn't have to touch himself.
Just thinking about what had happened so far this week, what would
happen the following week and what he anticipated for this night
allowed his imagination to force that out of him. His cock still
jumped as he strained to empty himself dry. Knowing he was spent, the
two helped milk his balls and shaft and smear his cum all over him.
They licked it off his face kissing him and each other sharing his
salty taste. 

For more than an hour the three gently fucked each other in ways
they'd never thought of. Finally Brenna looked very tired after
kissing and massaging her mother while Gavin ate his sister and used
the vibrating dildo on her. Brenna laid back and asked him to fuck her
one last time. Once inside her they just smiled at each other as he
rocked slowly in and out as he'd done the previous night. Then she was
asleep. Gavin couldn't use her like that and pulled out but she
quickly reached out blindly and grabbed his slippery prick pulling it
toward her again. Isabelle chuckled and Gavin just shrugged and kept
going. He fucked her slow and long as she slept until she was once
more filled with his love. Gavin gave Brenna and his sister a
good-night kiss. Isabelle slid over to give him room and still inside
the child he rolled over and fell asleep with her body draped atop the
silhouette she'd made on his body before.

During the night some or all woke up to have thirty minutes or so of
love-making. A little after eleven the next morning Gavin awoke for
the last time and lay in bed watching the two sleep. He'd come to
California - to his sister to get away from it all. Now he realized
just how much he'd literally failed to accomplish that. Brenna's
seventh birthday was just a few weeks away. He'd miss not being able
to give her a good birthday fuck. He'd miss his sister. He didn't miss
home. There was nothing for him there. Everything I ever wanted and
cared about is here, he thought. He decided then that the last thing
he wanted to do was to get away from it all and that he most certainly
would fail at doing so.

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The whole point of this story was the play on words. I'd originally
titled it "Brenna" but realized there was already a few of those out
there. The new title allowed for a more interesting theme. During the
course of the story I tried to keep the reader guessing and slip in a
surprise or two. Brenna was six throughout the story but then I reveal
that she's almost seven encouraging the reader to mentally recount
events of the story.

As much as a thin hymens, unusually large or expanding vaginal canals
and below-average penis sizes makes this story sound believable to
some it is not realistic. If you have a wee wiener don't even think of
trying this at home.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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