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Our New Neighbor Takes Over, Part 2

   We stood inside the door, panting and dripping cum.  We were exhausted
and we were humiliated and degraded.  And it was just beginning.  This
arrangement was open ended.  We had no idea how long it would be before he
got tired of raping us.

   I got a drink to take the nasty taste of slimy cock out of my mouth and
then we headed upstairs to take showers.  As we climbed the stairs I said,
"Mom, I need to get on the pill."

   She stopped suddenly and gasped.  She mumbled, "Oh god!  I didn't even
think of that!  I'll take care of it."

   Then we went to our rooms.  I stepped into my room and glanced at the
clock.  It wasn't as late as we had feared.  It was only about four in the
afternoon.  Dad wouldn't be home for a little more than an hour.  We didn't
know when Brad would be home though.

   I ignored the window as I stood in my room and recovered slightly from
the shock of what had just happened to me.  When I had calmed down I
grabbed my robe and carried it to the bathroom.  I wish I had my own
bathroom.  That would have been neat.  But until we hit the lottery that
wasn't going to happen.  And since we don't actually buy lottery tickets I
imagine it is going to take us a very long time to win.

   I brushed my teeth and then I took a long hot shower.  I took comfort
from the fact that my period had just ended and I wasn't fertile yet.  But
I was going to have a long nervous month waiting for the birth control
pills to take effect once I got them.

   I dried off and brushed my hair and since it was just my mother and me
in the house I didn't bother to put my robe on.  I went back to my room
carrying it and hung it on the back of my bedroom door.  Then I stretched
out on my bed, stared at the ceiling and thought about the things that had
happened to me today.

   Mom came to my door after I had been lying there in bed for a while. 
She suggested quietly, "You should probably close your door if you are
going to lie around in the nude."

   I was wryly amused at the huge change in her attitude between now and
the last time I had begged her to let me buy a bikini.  I looked over at
her standing in the door.  She looked like a beaten puppy.  It almost broke
my heart.  Even the idea of the photographs she had snuck of me and then
sent to her internet chat friends didn't seem so infuriating anymore.  We
were in this together now, no matter how we got here.

   I invited her to come in and sit down and she perked up a little.  Her
expression seemed to say, "She doesn't hate me anymore!"

   I felt guilty, even though I knew that if anyone should feel guilty it
should be her.

   She sat on the bed beside me and no one spoke at first.  But my
curiosity was finally getting the best of me and after what we had been
through yesterday and today I didn't think that anything we said had as
much power to shock any longer.

   I reached over and grasped her hand lightly and I asked, "Mom, I'm
curious about your fantasies.  How did they start?  What are they?"

   She tensed up as I asked about her most intimate secrets.  She was quiet
for a long moment and then she answered in a voice so quiet that I could
hardly hear her.  She said, "I know how they started.  I told you that I
was raised just like you have been.  My family had the same strict beliefs,
the same idea of a woman's place and the way that a woman should behave. 
We went to church every Sunday and prayed over every meal.  I thought my
parents were saints.  So I was shocked when I found a box of magazines
hidden in the garage.  I had been looking for some old doll clothes to give
to my friend's younger sister.  I remember that day as clearly as if it was
yesterday.  I was thirteen and just starting to grow boobs.  I was a bit
late blooming, as they say, later than most of my friends anyway.  I didn't
mind.  I hadn't even started to think about sex yet.  Still, when my boobs
started to grow it was kind of exciting."

   "Anyway, I was in the garage one day.  My father was at work and my
mother was at some club meeting at the church.  My sister was off with her
friends.  My friend called up and asked me if I still had those old doll
clothes and I offered to dig them out for her.  I knew that they were in a
box in the garage."

   "I dug through a couple boxes until I found a heavy box that was stuck
behind a bunch of boxes.  I knew it wasn't what I was looking for because
it was too heavy and too large.  But I was curious because it wasn't dusty
like all the others but it was stuck in the back as if someone were trying
to hide it.  I felt like a junior detective uncovering someone's deep, dark
secrets."

   "I opened the mysterious box and got the shock of my life.  It was full
of magazines.  Men's magazines were different when I was a little girl. 
They weren't like Playboy and whatever else they have now.  These things
were violent and nasty.  They were full of pictures and stories of women
being raped and killed.  The cover photos were always of some helpless
young thing having her clothes ripped off before being tortured by the
Nazis or some huge, ugly Inquisitor or some other monster who's evil deeds
had become the stuff of myth enjoyed by men with evil minds.  They called
these things Pulp fiction.  Much of the photography was staged rape scenes
but there weren't that many photos.  It was mostly very lifelike art.  They
were truly horrible."

   "I stood there shaking, looking at those pictures and really becoming
familiar with the concept of violence against women for the first time.  It
wasn't just the shock of seeing them though.  It was also the shock of
realizing that my holy rolling, walk on water father who railed against
anything and everything and watched over my virtue like a jailer watching
over a prisoner on death row was a pervert!  It didn't take a genius, and
god knows I'm not one, to figure out that these things turned him on."

   "I flipped through them and saw that they were in no particular order. I
grabbed a couple of them and put the box back the way that I'd found it.  I
started to rush back to my room but then I remembered why I was there.  I
finally found the doll clothes and pulled the box down.  Then I rushed to
my room."

   "I sat on my bed and stared at the covers of those magazines and my mind
was smoking.  I hid one of them and lay on my bed and started reading the
other one from cover to cover.  The words I read seared my mind.  It was
filled, cover to cover, with stories of women being abducted and stripped
and humiliated, often publicly, and raped, often by large numbers of men.
It all overwhelmed me.  I cannot describe the feelings that coursed through
my body as I read them.  But then, I'm sure you have become acquainted with
some of those feelings in the last few days.  You are living one of those
stories now."

   "I read that magazine from cover to cover and by the time I was half way
through it I was grinding my mound against my bed and I didn't even know
why.  I just knew that it felt good.  I had been so overprotected that at
the time I didn't even know what masturbation was!  I just knew that warm
feelings that I didn't understand but truly loved were suffusing my body."

   "I finished the first magazine and I was about to start on the second
when my sister, your Aunt Helen, came home."

   She paused in her narrative and asked, "Is this too much detail?"

   I squeezed her hand and said, "This is fascinating."

   She glanced at me; I think to see if I was serious.  Then she continued
her story.

   "I couldn't go to sleep that night.  I lay in bed thinking about those
pictures and those stories and my blood was racing.  When I heard my sister
breathing deeply and I knew that she was sleeping I pulled the second
magazine out of hiding and snuck it into the bathroom.  I was in there for
more than two hours and again I read it cover to cover, every damned word."

   "I was exhausted but all I wanted to do was go out to the garage and get
another one.  I didn't dare though.  I went back to bed and finally fell
asleep.  But the dreams I had that night were so vivid that even today I
remember them.  For any normal person they would have been nightmares.  Not
me.  My dreams of public humiliation and rape and torture excited me so
much that I woke up the next morning feverishly excited.  The shock came
when I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet.  I was peeing and
thinking about how long it would be before it was safe to get some more of
those magazines out of that box when I glanced down and noticed my pajama
bottoms.  It looked like I had wet them!  They were soaked.  I had no idea
what it was from and it kind of scared me.  Girls back then knew even less
about their own bodies than girls do now.  I guess that as a society we
will never learn."

   "I hurried back to my room and got dressed while Helen was in the
bathroom.  I hung around my room until my mother went shopping.  Helen had
gone out with her friends again.  School was out for the summer and Helen
and I spent about as much time together as you and Brad do now.  We didn't
become close until much later."

   "As soon as my mother left the house I rushed to the garage.  I opened
the box and returned the magazines that I had taken to approximately the
same place I had found them.  Then I dug out three more.  I decided that
two were not enough.  It wasn't until I was closing the box that I noticed
that there was different magazine on top now.  It was a new one.  I
realized then that my hypocritical father was still buying them!"

   "I ran back upstairs and lay face down on my bed and started reading and
grinding my mound into my mattress again.  It was just as wonderful as it
had been the day before.  But then I made a discovery.  In one of the
stories there was some poor woman who was forced to strip in front of a
large group of men and masturbate.  I didn't know what that was but they
described it in a great deal of detail.  As soon as I read that I pulled my
pants and my underwear down and lay on my back and closed my eyes.  I did
the things that I had just read about and imagined that I was the woman
being forced to do it in front of room full of big ugly men."

   "Oh god Lisa!  I was still thirteen and I had a huge, mind altering
orgasm.  I didn't know what an orgasm was even!  But I knew that I loved
it. From that time on I read those magazines with my fingers between my
thighs, diddling away or cupping my mound and rubbing violently.  Hardly a
day went by that I didn't have a dozen orgasms.  And the vivid wet dreams
continued.  Later, and I was older and had a better idea of what I was
doing, I fought to repress those feelings, those dreams.  But I have them
still."

   "Eventually I read every magazine in that box.  And then I was desperate
for more.  I didn't have the internet of course and I couldn't buy those
magazines for myself.  So I went back and reread them."

   "Then something horrible happened.  I don't know if my mother found out
about them and made my father get rid of them or if he got to feeling
guilty and threw them away or if he suspected that Helen or me had
discovered them and he found a new hiding place for them.  But one day the
box was gone.  Oh man!  You have never seen panic!  I looked all over the
house and all through the garage.  I was desperate to find those magazines.
By then I was almost sixteen.  I had read those magazines three or four
times each.  I almost had them memorized.  But I needed them.  I needed the
pictures.  I needed to see them and imagine those women were me.  Or I
suppose it is more correct to say that I needed to imagine that I was
them."

   "After that I only had my imagination.  It was good.  I had developed
one hell of a dirty mind by then.  But it just wasn't the same."

   "I just seemed to go through the motions after that.  I did school and I
began dating when I was almost seventeen.  I tried to be normal.  I tried
to do what everyone else did and be like everyone else.  But in my mind I
was always being attacked and raped and humiliated.  I thought that
marrying your father would snap me out of it.  He was so much like my
father that I thought he was the perfect man for me.  He was like my father
without the magazines I mean.  Your father doesn't have a kinky bone in his
body."

   She sounded kind of sad about it when she said it.

   "I coasted through life after that.  You came along and then Brad was
born.  I was busy with you kids and the house.  I tried to make believe
that those magazines were all in the past.  But then I got a computer of my
own.  At first I controlled the desire to search for what I had been
missing.  But eventually it found me.  I started seeing ads for things when
I was looking for something else.  And there were links.  And before I knew
it I was looking at those pictures again.  Only it was different now. 
These were real photographs of real women experiencing my fantasies.  They
were living my fantasies!"

   "Then I discovered chatting.  But I didn't set out to chat with men or
to chat about my fantasies.  The first time it happened was with a man that
I starting talking to about healthy diets.  I enjoyed talking to him and we
chatted several times before we started flirting.  Our chats were mild at
first.  I was scared on so many levels.  But each time I went farther.  And
then those pictures that they wanted.  At first they were of me.  It took a
long time before I got up the nerve but after I did it just one time I was
hooked.  I loved showing my body to strange, anonymous men and offering to
do the nastiest things in the world for their amusement."

   She paused then and squeezed my hand and took a deep breath.

   "Then I let myself be talked into taking pictures of you.  But in my
mind it wasn't you.  In my mind you were a proxy for me.  I was giving
those men me when I was thirteen.  That's the best way that I can explain
it.  It's more confused than that I suppose but that sums it up pretty
well."

   "And then one day I got an email from someone who knew who I was and
what I had been doing online.  He had pictures and copies of chat logs.  My
fantasies were about to come true and I was terrified.  I didn't really
want them to be real.  I wanted to have the fantasies but be safe.  And I
never even imagined that my fantasies would involve you.  Oh god Lisa, I am
so sorry."

   I sighed.  I lifted her hand and kissed it and said, "At least I can
understand how you got the way that you are."

   She replied, "But it was only supposed to be in my mind.  It was never
supposed to be for real!  Oh Lisa, your dad wouldn't even bother to kill
me. He would just leave.  There would be no discussion, no explanations. 
He would just leave.  To be honest I have never been sure how I feel about
your father.  I guess I love him.  I don't feel desire for him and I never
felt like he wanted me for anything but a mother of his children and a cook
and house keeper.  But if he left me I would be lost."

   I let that sink in and then I had one more burning question.  "But mom,
I don't understand.  How come you are such a damned prude when it comes to
me?!  That fucking bathing suit you make me wear!  I'm the only girl I know
that doesn't own a bikini!"

   She chuckled and said, "You do now."

   I couldn't help it.  I laughed right out loud.  And as I sat there
laughing quietly and holding mom's hand Brad came down the hall and stopped
at my door.  He saw me sitting on my bed naked and talking to mom.  He was
afraid that mom was going to freak.  Instead, he is the one that got all
flustered when she stood up, looked at her watch and smiled and said, "You
two behave.  I have to go down and start supper now.  I don't need you
tonight Lisa.  I'm just going to make a little casserole.  I'll call you
when supper is ready."

   Brad stood there in stunned disbelief as mom walked out leaving my
bedroom door wide open.  On her way by she gave him a kiss on the cheek and
then she went downstairs.  I would have given anything for a photograph of
his face at that moment.

   He stared at me in disbelief for a long time before he asked, "What the
hell just happened?!"

   I crooked my finger at him and he came into my room.  He walked in
looking very much like he had just been hit across the forehead with a
baseball bat.

   I patted the bed beside me and he came over and sat down.  I placed my
hand on his thigh and asked, "Do you remember what I told you last night?"

   I saw in his eyes that he did.

   He replied, "I have been thinking of nothing else all damned day!"

   He paused and asked, "So what happened today that makes it okay when it
wasn't okay last night?  And what the hell has gotten into mom?!"

   I smiled and said, "They are related.  But I can't tell you yet.  When I
can I will.  I promise."

   I slid to the floor and moved over between his knees.  I ran my hand
over the bulge in his pants and asked, "Would you like a preview?"

   He exclaimed nervously, "Lisa!  Your door is open for Christ's sake! 
What if mom came back up for something?"

   I smiled and said, "She would have to wait her turn."

   He looked at me like I was nuts.  But he didn't protest when I started
to unfasten his jeans.  He stood up when I had them undone and I pulled
them down his legs to his ankles.  He started to sit back down but all of a
sudden he froze.

   I heard him say, "What the hell is that?!"

   I looked up and then turned to see what he was looking at.  Oh fuck!  I
had left the new bikini I wore today on the dresser!

   Oh well, busted!

   I smiled and pushed him down on the bed.  I took his hard cock in my
hand and said, "That's my new bikini.  Mom helped me pick it out today."

   He stared at the three little triangle of cloth and said, "No fucking
way!"

   I nodded.

   He said, "Put it on sis.  I have to see that."

   I got up and put it on while he watched.  The thin material had dried
out quickly and was no longer nearly invisible.  But still it didn't cover
anything.  I put it on and turned around to model it for Brad.

   When I was facing him again he said, "Come on sis, where did you get
that?  There is no fucking way that mom let you get that!"

   I dropped to my knees again and held his cock in my hand.  He shuddered
in pleasure and I loved that I could make him feel like that.

   I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and then I sat up and
said, "She not only let me get this suit, she picked it out and she paid
for it."

   "Bullshit!" he exclaimed.

   I said, "You ain't seen nothing yet baby brother.  Wait until I show you
some of the other things she bought me."

   He still didn't believe a word of it but I pushed him over onto his back
and bent down and started sucking his cock.  He lost all interest in asking
questions for a while.

   Unlike a short time ago when I was forced to suck on Sean's big cock and
then later when his cameramen had a turn, I was enjoying this.  I love my
brother and I had discovered that pleasing him was fun for me.  I was
enjoying sucking his cock.  I was nervous about the one part of this I
hadn't done yet.  I hoped I could handle it when he came in my mouth.  But
I had tasted his cum and the cum of one of the cameramen when I sucked his
cock clean.  I had tasted Sean's cum that first afternoon.  I was scared
but I thought I could handle it.

   It turned out that I wouldn't have long to wait to find out.  It was his
very first blowjob and even though I had jerked him off twice last night
this was special.  And he had been anticipating it all day.  I doubt if it
lasted five minutes.  Soon he was pumping his cum into my mouth and
groaning loudly.  He thrashed around a little but I held on and I managed
to hold his entire load of cum in my mouth.  Thankfully it wasn't nearly as
much as his first load last night.

   I held his cum in my mouth and tried to get used to the taste.  It was
kind of bitter and a little bleachy tasting but once I got used to it the
flavor wasn't that bad.  It was a lot easier to take than Sean's had been
that first day.  That had been some nasty shit!

   I finally swallowed Brad's cum and sat up on my heels.  He sat up and
stared at me in my new suit.  After a few minutes he reached down and
cupped both of my breasts and held them lovingly for a moment.  Then he put
his hands under my armpits and pulled me up on the bed with him.  He laid
me beside him and then turned on his side.  He put his hand back on my boob
and gently teased me.  It felt very nice and I liked that it wasn't to get
me to do anything.  He just wanted to make me feel good.

   He leaned over and kissed me and said, "Lisa, I'm not an honor roll
student, but I'm not stupid.  Something seriously strange is going on
around here in the last few days.  I love what we did last night and what
you just did.  I promise to pay you back after supper by the way.  But I'm
worried about you.  And now I'm worried about mom.  Don't make me beat it
out of your scrawny ass!"

   "Scrawny!  You little twerp!  I guess if I'm so scrawny you've changed
your mind about sticking your dick in me!"

   He stopped smiling and his hand stopped teasing my tit.  He said, "There
Lisa.  That's what I mean.  Where did all of this come from?  Don't
misunderstand, I'm a horny teenage boy and even if you are my sister you
are a beautiful, sexy teenage girl.  I've wanted to hump your leg for a
long time now!  But this is so out of character for you.  And mom buying
you that suit!  Not even on drugs Lisa!  She would never let her precious
little girl wear that thing you have on, whatever the hell it is.  I love
it by the way.  But something is wrong with this picture and I need to know
what it is."

   I sat up and sat cross legged on the bed facing him.  He glanced at my
all but naked body and pulled his t-shirt off and made me put it on.  He
grinned and said, "I can't hear a thing that you say when you are wearing
that bathing suit."

   I smiled and pulled his shirt on.  When all my good parts were covered I
pulled his face closer and kissed him lightly again.  Then I said, "It is a
long and very strange story and I'm not even sure where to start.  If I was
to tell you I would be violating many confidences and telling you things
that could hurt a lot of people.  And if I told you, I am afraid that you
might get it into your thick little head that you were under some kind of
misguided male obligation to do something, probably the wrong thing.  It
isn't that I don't trust you.  I do.  But I don't want you getting a sudden
attack of testosterone poisoning and making things worse or getting
yourself fucked up.  I don't want my parents to get divorced and I don't
want me or my friends to go to jail and I don't want you to get hurt.  And
all of those are possibilities."

   "So please Brad, just accept your good fortune and go with the flow.  I
promise that I'll make it good for you.  We can fuck and suck as much as
you like." I paused and then I said, "Let's just leave it at this, if I
need you to help me I will let you know.  Until that time let's not rock
the boat.  I said I trust you.  I need you to trust me.  Later, when I can,
I promise you that I will tell you everything, no matter how much you end
up hating me."

   He looked like I had just slapped him.  He exclaimed, "Lisa!  I could
never hate you!  I love you!  That's why I'm trying to find out what kind
of trouble you are in.  Maybe I can't do anything to help.  But maybe I
can. Or maybe I can just be there for you when you need someone to talk
to."

   I held his hands and said, "Sweetheart, if I thought I could tell you
without you doing a Rambo imitation and making things worse I would. 
Because I will be honest, I am scared.  And it would be nice to have you to
talk to about it.  But you could make it so much worse."

   He had never sounded more sincere in his life than when he said, "Sis, I
give you my solemn word.  I will not do anything you do not approve of and
I will not say anything to anyone but you.  I can't help it.  I am afraid
for you and I feel like I need to help in any way that I can.  You might as
well tell me as have me stumble around like a defective detective and
accidentally make things worse."

   I stared at him.  I wanted to believe he would not screw it up.  I had
noticed lately that he seemed a lot more mature.  And god, it would be so
wonderful to have a shoulder to cry on and a friend that I could talk to
about this.

   I felt my resolve weakening.  The chance to get this off of my chest was
just too hard to resist.  I looked him right in the eye and I said, "I want
your word Brad.  This is important.  If there is ever a time in your life
that your word means anything to you it has to be this time.  I am going to
tell you things that will make you see me and mom in a whole different
light.  You aren't going to like it.  You are going to lose respect for
both of us.  But I need you to keep loving us and supporting us.  Even more
importantly though, I need you to keep your word and not do anything
foolish."

   Too much time had passed by the time he gave me his solemn word.  Mom
called us down to supper.  I had to strip out of my suit and put on some
shorts and a top.  Brad put his shirt and pants back on and we went down to
eat.

   All through supper Brad kept looking at mom and me.  Mom was acting
oblivious and a bit flighty and I am pretty sure that she didn't even
notice.  Dad mentioned a few things about this day that he mistakenly
thought were interesting, as if anyone ever listened to him.  I was trying
to decide if I was making a mistake telling Brad about what was going on.

   After supper dad went in to watch the news on TV.  Brad went upstairs
and mom and I cleaned up.  Sometimes I resented that.  I had to keep
reminding myself that a half hour of kitchen clean up once a day beat the
hell out of four hours of yard work in the hot sun all summer long, not to
mention any other odd jobs that dad came up with like cleaning out the
garage or raking leaves in the fall.  I know it came out pretty even but I
still felt like a second class citizen when the guys left the mess for us
after supper.

   I didn't have much to complain about tonight though.  Mom cleans up
after herself as she cooks and there was only the supper dishes to put in
the dishwasher and wiping off the table.  I was done in ten minutes and I
went over and hugged mom and said, "Thanks mom.  I'm sorry I got so mad at
you.  I love you."

   Fuck!  She started crying and I just felt that much worse.

   She hugged me tight and whispered, "I don't know how you turned out so
nice.  I don't deserve you.  I love you so much Lisa.  And I am so sorry
for this mess."

   I kissed her cheek and said, "If you want to make it up to me call the
doctor tomorrow.  I don't want to get pregnant."

   She promised.  I got a glass of ice water and went to my room.

   Brad joined me as soon as I got up there.  He had changed into a pair of
loose shorts.  I saw his cock pressing against the thin material and I knew
that he wasn't wearing underwear.  I reached out and cupped his cock and
balls and said, "Pretty fucking sexy little brother.  How do you expect me
to concentrate?"

   He smiled and said, "Damn I love the change in you!  Now, keep your
hands to yourself and start talking!"

   I pouted and asked, "Can't I hold it while we talk?"

   He was tempted but he smiled and said, "I can't believe I'm saying this!
No.  Later for the slap and tickle.  Talk to me."

   We sat on my bed and got comfortable and I made him promise again that
he wouldn't do anything without my approval and that he wouldn't hate me or
mom.  He didn't think that was possible and promised not to.  Now I had to
figure out where to start and how much to tell him.

   Before I started with the details I said, "Brad, mom and I are being
blackmailed.  Not for money, and no state secrets.  We are being
blackmailed for sex."

   He looked at me like I had two heads.  I waited for the explosion but
all I saw was concern.  I thought that boded well.  So I started telling
him the whole story.

   The first part was easier.  It wasn't about me.  I was violating a
confidence but I thought that it was necessary for him to understand.  So I
told him everything that mom had told me about her childhood and her
fantasies.  I smiled when I saw that several times he got a hard on and it
embarrassed him.  I think that it was especially embarrassing for him
because he was getting a hard on thinking about mom in a sexual way and
hearing about the sexual things she had done.  I could see that it made him
very uncomfortable.

   Then came the harder part.  I told him what I had done.  He didn't seem
to think that I had done anything wrong but I had done a lot of research on
the internet.  I explained to him what the authorities would say that I had
done wrong.  It sounded more serious when you spelled it all out from their
perspective.

   Then I told him about seeing mom coming home limping and then the cum I
had found in her underwear.  Now it was going to get harder.  I told him
what happened when I had been caught spying at Sean's back gate and what
had happened today.

   I could see how much trouble he was having with conflicting emotions. 
Sometimes I saw fury on his face and sometimes he had a hard on that looked
like it was going to tear through his shorts.

   He asked me a few questions but I had included everything that I could
think of.  By the time I had finished with my story it was almost nine
o'clock.  I saw his brain working.  I knew what he was thinking.  He was
trying to think of some way to save me and mom from our neighbor.

   I said, "Brad, forget it.  I've tried and we both know I'm smarter than
you.  There is nothing that you can do for us.  I only want one thing from
you.  No, I want two things.  I want to know that I don't have to worry
that you are going to do something stupid.  I don't want to have to worry
about you.  And I want to be able to talk to you honestly and get a little
sympathy when I need it, or a little cock when I need it.  I know how guys
are.  They think that they have to fix things.  You can't fix this.  You
can only fuck it up if you try.  I just want you to be there for me and in
return I will be there for you, every time you need a little comfort."

   With that I reached down and put my hand inside his shorts and smiled at
him as his cock fell into my hand.  I felt the moisture that had been
dripping from the end of his cock when he got excited and I smiled and
said, "It feels like he missed me!"

   Brad wasn't smiling.  He pulled my hand free and held my hands in his.
He was dead serious.  He asked, "Have you thought this through sis?  This
guy sounds like he could be hazardous to your health.  What about that
internet broadcast today?  What if someone you know saw that?"

   I had that worry in the back of my mind but I smiled and said, "Brad, I
don't know anyone with one hundred dollars."

   He responded, "No, but you know a lot of guys with ten dollars.  And a
lot of the guys you know spend a lot of time on the internet looking at
tits and ass.  And you know they are going to be selling that movie on the
net.  Guys are going to buy it and post parts of it everywhere that
pictures of naked girls are posted.  It's what guys do."

   I shrugged and said, "Well, there isn't anything I can do about it.  And
if someone I know sees me they will probably just say, `Hey!  She looks
just like Lisa!' and go on to the next picture."

   Brad stretched out on my bed and pulled me down beside him.  He held me
with my back against his chest and his arms wrapped around me.  I shuddered
because I hadn't felt so good, so safe, in a long time.  I suddenly
realized that no boy had ever held me and just comforted me and loved me
before.

   I wasn't allowed to date yet and if my dad had been a woman I suspect
that he would be frigid.  He didn't hug.  In fact, I just realized, we had
almost nothing to do with him.  He went to work, he came home and ate
supper and then he sat in front of the TV.  He got upset if anyone talked
when the TV was on.  He seldom took a day off and when he did we didn't see
much of him.  He always went somewhere or was doing something in the
basement or the garage.  I hadn't even realized it until that very moment,
but we hardly knew our father!

   We lay like that for a long time and finally I said, "I hope you know we
can't do it like this baby brother."

   He chuckled and responded, "Smart ass!"

   He was quiet for a minute and then he said, "I don't think I want to do
it anymore."

   I hadn't expected that!  I struggled to sit up and turn around to face
him but he held me down and said, "Settle down damn it!"

   I stopped struggling.  I didn't have a chance against my great big
little brother anyway.  I quieted down and asked, "You think I'm a dirty
slut now don't you?"

   I felt the tears starting.  It broke my heart.  I had half expected this
kind of reaction when I told him what I had done.  But I had no idea how
much it was going to hurt.

   He squeezed me tighter and exclaimed, "Jesus you're a dumb cunt
sometimes!  I love you, stupid!  Stop crying!"

   I sniffed and asked, "But what...why...I don't understand!"

   He kissed my neck and said, "I don't want to be part of the problem you
dumb broad!  Don't you think you have enough men abusing you now?"

   I loved him more now than I ever had in my life.  I felt like my heart
was going to explode.  I struggled again and managed to turn around and put
my arms around his neck.  I pulled him close and kissed him.  It was
definitely not a sisterly kiss.

   I held that kiss for a very long time before I let him go and said,
"Jesus I don't deserve you.  Brad, those other men, they are why I need
you. I want you to love me and I want you to need me.  I want to make love
to you and I know that is wrong but I don't care.  When I am through with
all the bad things he makes me do during the day I want someone to make me
feel like a good person again.  You can make me feel good about myself
after he drags me through the slime.  I'm going to need that.  And if you
call me a cunt again I'll bite your cock off!"

   We looked into each other's eyes and I prayed that someday I would see
that same look of love in the eyes of a boy that I loved half as much as I
loved Brad.  I know that what we were doing was wrong.  But it felt so good
and I needed that.  I knew that it was important to keep this thing in
perspective.  I felt good in his arms but I had to remember that it would
be more exciting if I was lying in bed with Casey Jordan, the guy I had a
crush on.  I just knew that if we were careful that no one got hurt then it
would be okay.

   We kissed again and I slowly worked my hand back down into his shorts. I
was holding his cock gently and he had worked his hand under my top and was
teasing my breast.  We were exchanging small, light, tender kisses and
getting more and more turned on.

   Brad leaned down and kissed my neck.  I was surprised at how exciting
thatt was.  I moaned in pleasure and I noticed that my voice was low and
kind of throaty when I said, "Oooh, that feels nice!"

   He teased my neck with his tongue and said, "And you taste good."

   We lay there like that for a long time, kissing and touching.  I finally
couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Let's get out of these damned
clothes!"

   We were both reluctant to stop what we were doing but I wanted his cock
in me.  We finally let each other go and got up.  We watched each other as
we quickly tore our clothes off.  We came together again by the side of the
bed and hugged and kissed before he picked me up and dropped me on the bed.


   I thought that he was going to get on top of me.  I thought that I was
finally going to feel his nice cock inside of me.  But he was much too big
a tease to let me off that easy.  I tried to tell him I was ready but he
just smiled his devilish little smile and forced my legs apart.  He got
down between my thighs and I felt his hot breath on my pussy.  He licked
around my pussy without ever touching my slit and I wanted to scream at him
to stop teasing me.

   He looked up at me and said, "So, no limits tonight.  This time the hole
is open for business.  I can stick my finger or my tongue in there and play
with your pussy to my heart's content, right?"

   I moaned and said, "I think I hate you!"

   He laughed and started kissing my slit and then I felt his tongue
worming its way inside of me and all was forgiven.  Sean had eaten me out
earlier but there was no comparison.  Sean was eating my pussy to torment
me, to humiliate me.  Brad was doing it because he loved me and he loved to
please me.  That made all the difference in the world.

   Soon I was gripping his hair and biting my lip to keep from screaming
and I was grinding my pussy against his face.  I was totally out of control
and I was having one earth shaking orgasm after another.

   I thought that it couldn't be possible to have this many orgasms and
then I thought that it couldn't be possible to have this many orgasms
without going crazy.  And just when I was sure that I was going to go crazy
from one orgasm after another he stopped and crawled up over me.

   It was like I was seeing the world through a red haze of lust. 
Everything was about sex and everything about sex was wonderful!  I don't
even remember why I did it or where the idea came from but somehow I found
myself licking his face clean and being excited by what I was doing.  Half
of his face was covered with my pussy juice and the smell and the taste
were so fucking exciting.  While I was doing that I reached down and
grabbed his hard cock and lined it up with my pussy.  He started working it
in to me and then he stopped and I opened my eyes to see what was wrong.

   I saw the look of concern on his face and he asked, "I forgot, you were
a virgin this morning.  Are you sure you're okay?"

   Isn't he sweet?

   I smiled and said, "I'm fine Brad.  It was just a little twinge and then
it was gone.  I didn't even have to go to the emergency room!"

   He smiled and said, "Cunt!"

   We both chuckled and then we started fucking like crazy.  As soon as we
started I knew why there was a population problem on this planet.  It was
fantastic!  My pussy had been the center of a lot of attention lately but
not like this.  Brad's wonderful cock plunged into me and I heard him
moaning with pleasure.  I felt his pleasure, his excitement and it doubled
my pleasure.  It tripled it!  I found myself biting down on his shoulder to
keep from crying out and bringing my parents running to my room to find out
why I was screaming.

   I knew that I had to be hurting him but he reached around me and held me
tight and whispered, "Oh god yes.  I love you so much!  I've never felt
anything so wonderful!  Oh god Lisa!  Fuck me!"

   I started cumming again and somehow my arms and my legs had gotten
wrapped around my baby brother and suddenly I became aware of all of the
noise we were making.  The headboard wasn't hitting the wall and the
springs weren't squeaking but the sound of us thrashing around on my bed
was loud, loud enough that I became aware of it.  And I didn't fucking
care.

   We finally came, both of us gasping for air and struggling not to cry
out.  We both were limp as rag dolls and couldn't move for a moment when it
was over.  He was on top of me and it was a little hard to breathe but I
held him there.  I loved having him on top of me.  It was so warm and I
felt so safe and protected.  He was between me and the world and there was
never any doubt that he honestly cared about me.

   He kissed me and rolled off of me and we both saw the motion at my
bedroom door at the same moment.  Our heads spun around to see how much
trouble we were in.  We were shocked to see my mother's head peeking in. 
When she saw that she had our attention she smiled and said, "You should do
that on the rug from now on kids.  Your father sent me up to see what was
going on.  He thought you were fighting."

   She grinned and said, "Stop your fighting kids."

   She closed the door and I turned to see a look on Brad's face that I'm
not sure I can even break down.  First I had to stop laughing.  When I
managed to control my laughter I found that I had a whole new opinion of my
mother after what she had just done.  I would have to give her a big hug
the next time I saw her.

   But first it looked like I was going to have to give my brother CPR.  I
got up and sat on his stomach and I said, "I guess we should stop
fighting."

   Brad couldn't speak for a moment.  When he finally could he whispered,
"Oh my god!  My mother saw me fucking my sister!"

   It took Brad a few minutes to calm down.  I stretched out beside him and
nestled up to him.  I kissed his chest and then rested my head on his
shoulder.  We just enjoyed being close for a few minutes and then I said,
"That was nice Brad.  Thank you."

   He kissed the top of my head and said, "Yeah, it was a hell of a
sacrifice.  Sometimes a guy has to do what a guy has to do."

   I bit his tit and asked, "Does that mean I won't have pay you to get you
to do it again?"

   He chuckled and said, "We'll see.  I might need money for a movie."

   We just held each other a little longer and then he asked, "Are you
going back tomorrow?"

   I replied, "I didn't realize until you asked that he didn't order us to
return.  I don't know.  Maybe mom knows.  He might have said something to
her.  Why do you ask?  Remember, you promised to stay out of this."

   He nuzzled my hair and quietly responded, "I'll be good.  I won't get
involved unless you want me to.  I'm just concerned.  I'm not going to go
busting in with my air rifle blazing."

   I guess I was a little too comfortable.  I fell asleep in his arms!  I
woke up at six the next morning and Brad was still asleep and still holding
me in his arms.  I heard my father moving around and getting ready for
work. I didn't even notice at first that someone had come in during the
night and put a blanket over us.  Mom must really be going through some
changes.

   I tried to get up without waking my brother.  I really had to pee bad.
My movement woke him though and he sat up suddenly.  He looked down and
asked, "I don't suppose you got up and got a blanket out last night and
covered us up?"

   I grinned and said, "Nope."

   I put my robe on and hurried to the bathroom.  I went to the toilet and
brushed my teeth and then went back to my room.  Brad had put his clothes
back on and as soon as I came in he went to the bathroom.

   I was pleased when he came back after he was done and closed my door. 
He looked at me and asked, "Do you want me to leave you alone now?"

   I smiled and shook my head.  We got back in bed with our clothes on and
at first we just lay on our sides and looked at each other.  But soon I
realized that being with him like this was fun, exciting, and I wanted to
do more.  I reached down and cupped my hand over his crotch and said,
"Would you mind a good morning blowjob?  I was probably only kidding about
biting your cock off for calling me a cunt."

   He laughed and responded, "What the hell, I've always been a gambler."

   I started to fumble with his belt but he stood up and quickly removed
his clothes.  He got back in bed beside me and as I kissed my way down his
body he asked, "Do you like doing that, sucking my cock?  It's pretty nasty
isn't it?"

   I stopped with the tip of his cock resting against my lips and looked up
over it at his face.  I kissed it a couple of times and I said, "Yeah, it's
kind of nasty.  But it's exciting too.  I have only done it all the way one
time.  That was last night with you.  I like sucking your cock more than
the other two cocks I've had to suck.  If it were up to me I'd add a little
vanilla to cum.  It is a little too bitter to taste good.  But to be
honest, it turns me on to suck your cock and see how excited you get and
when you cum in my mouth.  I think that the fact that it is such a nasty
thing to do is what makes my pussy so wet.  I think that what I get out of
it is the same thing that you get out of eating my pussy.  You liked doing
that didn't you?"

   He responded with a rousing, "Oh yeah!  I have a new favorite food!"

   I kissed his cock again and said, "Pervert!"

   He smiled and said, "Thank you for noticing."

   I asked, "Are you going to call me cunt again?" Then I opened my mouth
and held his cock in my teeth, applying just enough pressure to get his
attention.

   He laughed and answered, "Probably.  But not when you have my cock in
your mouth."

   I gave his cock a little suck and then I moved down and started licking
his balls.  I figured if it was something that Sean enjoyed then Brad would
probably like it too.  I was right.  He tensed up and exclaimed, "Oh shit!
Fuck!  That's fantastic!"

   I just kept doing it.  I was really enjoying watching him sort of twist
and turn on the end of my tongue.  It was like I had so much power over
him. It was very exciting.

   I teased his balls for a long time.  When it seemed like he was getting
used to it I figured that it was time to move on.  I licked my way up the
shaft of his cock.  I had watched it throbbing in response to what I was
doing to his balls.  The top of it was covered in that clear fluid that
comes out when he gets excited.  I lapped that up easily.  I thought that
it was too bad that cum isn't that easy on the palate, but I was getting
used to the taste of cum.  I wasn't afraid of it anymore.

   I started sucking Brad's cock and using my hand on the lower half that
didn't fit in my mouth.  Brad was moaning and groaning and his body
shivered in pleasure.  I had been telling him the absolute truth a few
minutes ago.  This was really turning me on.  I am a cocksucker!  And I
like being a cocksucker!  Far fucking out!

   Brad lasted a lot longer this time.  He was taking longer to reach
orgasm every time we had sex.  But I didn't mind.  In fact, I was in no
hurry for this to be over at all.  I was having nearly as much fun as he
was.  As I sucked him I was grinding my mound into my mattress.  It felt
good but I had a flashback to yesterday when my mother described how she
read those magazines she had found while laying in bed and grinding her
crotch into her mattress.  I knew just how she felt!

   I thought that I liked my mother a lot better as a kinky slut.  I liked
it that she warned us to keep the noise down when we fucked and she covered
up our naked bodies as we slept together at night.  I realized that my
mother and I had never been closer than we had become since Sean started
blackmailing us.  I was also aware that one reason for that was that she
was being honest with me and with herself about who she was for the first
time in my life.

   I was distracted then when Brad's cock exploded in my mouth.  I milked
his cock into my mouth with my hand and then, after swallowing easily I
held his cock in my mouth until it was a soft, warm lovable tube of flesh.

   He tried to pull me up beside him so that he could return the favor but
I said, "No, not now Brad.  Let me hold it in my mouth for a while.  You
can owe me one.  I like lying like this with your cock in mouth."

   I did too.  It was very pleasant.  I was turned on because sucking his
cock was exciting.  But I didn't want to stop what I was doing.  And
besides, I realized that I liked being turned on.

   We heard the car outside when dad left for work.  It was earlier than we
normally get up during the summer but we were certainly wide awake.  I let
his cock slip from my mouth and said, "Come on.  Let's go downstairs.  I'll
make you some pancakes."

   He got dressed again and I put on a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
While he watched me dress he asked, "When are you going to give me a
fashion show?"

   I smiled at him and said, "You want to see your sister in her new slut
clothes?"

   He responded, "You bet your ass!  When you were telling me about trying
them on in that store yesterday I almost came in my pants.  I can't wait to
see them."

   To be honest, I was looking forward to showing them to him.  I said,
"Later.  I'll be happy to reenact the entire fashion show."

   We went downstairs and discovered mom, sitting in her chair at the table
drinking coffee and staring off into space.  Brad was obviously
embarrassed. He blushed and didn't know where to look or what to say.

   She looked up at his face and smiled and said, "Oh get over it!  It's
just sex for crying out loud!"

   Brad's expression didn't change but I loved her new attitude.  I went
over and put my arms around her and kissed her hard.  Then I rested my
cheek on the top of her head and said, "I love the new you, mom.  I have
never felt closer to you and I have never loved you as much as I do right
now.  I'm sorry I got mad at you."

   She squeezed my arm and replied, "You had every right.  I had no
business involving you in my warped fantasies.  I promise I'll make that up
to you."

   I said, "No need.  Really mom!  I hate our next door neighbor but I'm
almost glad this happened."

   Mom tensed up when she realized that I had told Brad.  She gently pulled
me around where she could see me and after glancing at Brad she asked, "Do
you think that was wise?"

   I shrugged and said, "I think that it was unavoidable.  Even if he
doesn't get sucked into this mess he sees what is going on around here.  He
knew that something was wrong and he was bugging me to tell him.  It would
have been worse if he found out on his own."

   She looked up at Brad again and asked quietly, "What do you think of me
now Brad?"

   He grinned self-consciously and answered, "I love you mom.  And I agree
with Lisa, I love the change in you.  I'm having a little trouble getting
used to the idea of what's happening though.  Guys don't think of their
parents when they think about sex.  It's kind of weird, you know?"

   Mom nodded and smiled understandingly.

   Brad added, "But I have learned a lot in the last twenty-four hours. 
I've learned a lot about you and Lisa and about me too.  I learned that I
really love blowjobs for instance."

   His nervous attempt at humor turned out to be just the right touch.  Mom
had been taking a sip of coffee when he said that and she spit it out all
over the table.  All three of us cracked up.

   She got up and went over and put her arms around Brad and said, "Thank
you for being so understanding.  I'm not sure if our roles were reversed I
would have been so mature about it.  I have a couple of great kids.  I'm so
proud of both of you."

   I said, "Okay, that's enough mush.  We came down so that I could make
him some pancakes and rebuild his strength after last night.  You two are
ruining my appetite."

   Mom smiled and said, "You two sit down.  I'm the chief cook and bottle
washer around here.  I'll make breakfast."

   I got a glass of juice for myself and my brother and we sat at the table
and talked with mom while she made breakfast.  At first the conversation
was uncomfortable.  Brad had more questions about her childhood and her
fantasies.  But before long we were having a frank and open conversation
about sex and fantasies and about the things that were going on next door.
It's too bad that dad could never be a part of what we had going now.  The
three of us had never been so close.  Strange considering what was bringing
us together.

   I asked mom if Sean had said anything about us having to go over to his
house today and she said that he hadn't.  I asked if we had to wait around
for some word from him and she shrugged and said, "I don't know.  I'm new
at this too.  Yesterday was the first time that he didn't tell me what time
to come back."

   We had a nice breakfast and I cleaned up the table and the kitchen while
mom finished her coffee.  I had just finished up and was starting the
dishwasher when the door opened.  We all looked up, startled because our
father was at work and no one else would just come in.  For just a second
"home invasion" flashed through my mind.  And in a way it was.  Sean was
standing just inside the door.

   He saw that he had our attention and he smiled and said, "I forgot to
tell you yesterday.  I'll need you early on Monday.  I want you to come
over at ten in the morning.  I'll decide what I want you to wear and email
you later.  Brad, you are welcome to come and watch."

   His eyes moved over us and he got that evil smile of his on his face and
said, "What the hell.  That's three days away.  I don't see any sense in
not knocking off a little ass while I'm here.  Stand up Jill.  Get naked."

   My mother blanched but then she said, "Yes master," and obeyed
immediately.  She scrambled to her feet and quickly undressed.  Brad had
started to leave the room but Sean said, "Don't leave boy.  You should see
this.  Look at that woman's body!  She is as hot as your foxy sister. 
Isn't she?  Look at those tits and that smooth skin.  And I have to tell
you, her cunt is almost as tight as your sister was when I popped her
cherry yesterday.  I mean it boy.  You should try a little of this."

   He turned to mom and sat her up on the table.  He pushed her down on her
back and pulled his cock out and rammed it into her brutally.  She grunted
from the force but it was obvious that she was wet and ready.  I knew right
away that the idea of being raped in her own kitchen in front of her
children was just the sort of thing that turned her on.

   As he fucked her in front of us he said, "You don't mind if Brad taps
this tight pussy do you Jill?"

   Mom groaned and said, "No master."

   He grinned down at her and said, "In fact, I think that you should
encourage it.  He's already fucking his sister.  He should have something
to compare her to.  And an older, more experienced woman such as you can
teach him so much.  Yeah, I think I'm going to make that an order Jill.  I
want you to fuck your son sometime this weekend."

   He was quiet then and concentrated on what he was doing until he came
inside of her while we watched uncomfortably from the other side of the
room.  Before he pulled his cock out of her he said, "Lisa, get over here."

   I knew before he made his nasty demands what he wanted me to do.  But I
just said, "Yes master" and hurried around the table.  He pushed me to my
knees and pulled his slimy cock out of my mother.  He turned to face me and
I didn't wait to be told.  I sucked his cock clean and I licked his balls
until they too were clean.

   When he was satisfied he backed away and guided me between mom's legs. I
saw the shock on Brad's face.  But I saw something else too.  His cock was
tenting those shorts he was wearing.  I didn't know if it was looking at
mom's naked body, watching them fuck, or watching what I was being forced
to do.  But something was exciting him.

   I didn't want to do this.  It was the nastiest thing that I could ever
imagine, at least so far.  I'm sure that Sean would come up with nastier
things before long.  But I guess if my mother can to it then I can do it.
She was a hell of a lot more uptight than I was.

   I leaned forward and began to lick all around her pussy.  When it was
clean I started pushing my tongue inside and scooping out the cum I found
in there.  Mom's face was red and at first I thought that she was
embarrassed but not long after I started eating her pussy she started
moaning in pleasure and she had an orgasm before I finished cleaning her
pussy!

   Sean was obviously amused and he looked down at her and said, "What a
fucking cunt!  You are so wasted on your pussy husband.  If I thought it
was possible I'd educate that dumb fuck."

   I finally stood up.  Sean was still watching but his pants were now back
in place.  I expected him to leave now that he had gotten his rocks off and
given us our orders.  But he had one more plan for me.

   He pulled me closer and pulled my t-shirt up over my tits.  He teased my
nipples for a minute and then he said, "You need a little more experience
than just me and your brother, Lisa.  Between now and Monday morning I want
you to get together with your brother and his two buddies.  What did you
say their names were, Larry and Gordy, right?"

   I nodded but then I remembered he didn't want silent answers.  I said,
"Yes master."

   He nodded and said, "I want you to spend some time with them and I want
you to fuck them and suck them until they can't get it up anymore.  I want
you to do it in your bedroom, so you might want to do it today.  Unless you
think your dad would approve if you had them over this weekend."

   I realized that he was waiting for an answer and I said, "Yes master."

   Brad had been silent since Sean came in.  He finally said, "I can't do
anything about you blackmailing my mother or my sister.  But you don't have
anything on me and you can't tell me what to do, me or my friends.  I
suggest you get the hell out of my house.  And the next time you burst in
here without knocking you might find yourself dead in the doorway."

   I had to admit that I had never been more proud of my brother than I was
at that moment.  It took a lot of guts to stand up to a big man like Sean.
I was not happy about him antagonizing him though.  If Sean wanted to take
out his anger at Brad on my mother and me there was nothing we could do
about it.

   I was surprised though.  Sean actually seemed impressed, even amused at
Brad's response.  He stared at Brad for a minute and finally he said, "I'm
impressed kid.  You've got balls.  I like that.  I'll make you a deal.  You
and your friends have a friendly little orgy with your slut sister and I
won't make her suck off my friend's big dog on the internet.  Your choice."

   He turned to leave and he was actually smiling!  After he was gone my
mother got off of the table and said, "I'm sorry that you had to see that
Brad."

   I laughed and said, "You liar mom!  It turned you on that he raped you
in front of us just now!  You didn't fool me!"

   Mom smiled and shrugged.  Brad was stunned.  He stared at her for a
second and then he asked, "For real?  That turned you on?"

   Mom sighed and said, "Come on Brad.  Lisa told you about me.  We've
talked about some of my warped fantasies all morning."

   She looked down at the bulge that was still tenting his shorts and said,
"At some level you seemed to find what just happened interesting."

   Mom had made no attempt to put her clothes back on and Brad was trying
hard not to stare at her naked body.  He wasn't that successful.

   Mom smiled at him and said, "Aw what the fuck!  Come here.  Let me take
care of that for you.  My master has ordered me to have sex with you.  We
might as well do something about that uncomfortable lump in your pants."

   Brad was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of having sex with his
mother.  He found her nudity exciting.  No one could say she didn't have a
beautiful body.  But he apparently was not comfortable with the idea of
becoming a mother fucker.

   I went over to him.  My tits were still out too.  I pulled my shirt off
and took him by the hand and pulled him over to where Sean had just fucked
mom on the table.  I started undressing him and mom came closer and helped
me get his clothes off.  He was uncomfortable, especially about mom, but he
didn't resist.

   When we had him naked, mom looked down and smiled and said, "Very nice!
I saw it soft this morning.  It looked very sexy but I was curious about
what it looked like when it got angry.  I'm very impressed Brad.  I hope
you get to make a lot of young women very happy with that."

   We got him to get up on the table where mom had just gotten fucked and
then mom started sucking his cock while I sucked his balls.  He had just
gotten a nice blowjob upstairs this morning.  But even so he freaked out
when the two of us went to work on him.  He was moaning and groaning and
swearing and he didn't even seem to realize that he was squeezing the hell
out of mom's tit.  Mom and I gave him our best blowjob and it was fun, in a
very kinky kind of way.

   Mom was much better at sucking cocks than I was and I watched her
closely, anxious to learn how to do it better.  I was amazed at how much of
his cock she was able to take into her mouth.  One thing was obvious.  She
enjoyed sucking a nice cock just as much as I did.

   But neither one of us enjoyed it as much as Brad did.  He was soon
holding her head in his hand and his ass came up off the table and he
filled her mouth with cum.  She didn't gag at all this time.  I guess that,
like me, she found it much easier and much nicer to suck on Brad's cock
than on Sean's.  But then, she was more into that rape and abuse stuff. 
Maybe not.

   Brad was lying on his back on the table breathlessly when mom
straightened up and turned to me and asked, "What about you dear?  Aren't
you a little horny?"

   I smiled and said, "Yes, but it looks like I'm going to be the guest of
honor at a mini gangbang a little later.  I better save my strength."

   The smile left her face and she said, "Oh shit, if forgot about that."

   Brad finally struggled to sit up and then slid off of the table and
slumped into a chair.  He stared at the table and said, "I'll never be able
to eat another meal at this table without thinking about what happed on it
this morning!"

   We laughed and agreed that it was going to be hard not to think of what
we had seen and done here this morning.  Then Brad said, "I guess I have no
choice but to invite Larry and Gordy over.  But between last night and this
morning I doubt if I'm going to be taking part in your little orgy."

   Mom laughed and said, "Brad, you're fifteen.  Fifteen year old boys get
a hard on every four minutes.  I don't think you have to worry about it."

   Brad looked up and smiled at mom.  He stood up and hugged her and said,
"I love you mom, but this is so fucking weird!"

   She put her arms around him and held him close and said, "Yes, it is. 
But it's kind of nice too.  Isn't it?  I mean, isn't this better than the
way we got along a week ago.  I was always yelling at you.  And the worst
part was that I was yelling at you for doing things that I didn't even
think were wrong.  And then I hated myself for being a hypocrite.  Yes, I
knew I was being a hypocrite.  I thought that it was part of my job of
being a mother.  I'm glad that's over.  I hated it.  I like this better."

   We were quiet for a minute and then she got a worried look on her face
and asked, "You don't suppose I'm screwing you guys up like I was screwed
up do you?"

   Brad and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.  Brad finally
said, "A little late to worry about that now!  But no, I know that a lot,
most, hell, all of what we are doing is wrong.  At least it is against the
rules that society has laid out for us.  But I think we can keep it in
perspective.  I love Lisa, but I can guarantee that I don't want to marry
her.  Hell, I wouldn't even take her to the prom!  She is hot and I love
fucking her, but I have every intention of marrying outside of the family
gene pool.  I promise."

   I stood up on my toes and kissed his cheek while I squeezed his cock and
I said, "Well said, baby brother.  Well said."

   We all grabbed our clothes and went upstairs to take a shower.  Mom saw
us going to the bathroom to take a shower together and said, "Why don't you
join me?  There is much more room in our walk-in shower."

   I looked at Brad and he shrugged and a few minutes later we were all
soaping each other up and having fun.  By the time the shower was over I
was looking forward to having Larry and Gordy over.

   As we were drying off I asked him if his friends were virgins.

   He nodded.

   We were quiet again and then I said, "It's going to be hard for you
later, isn't it?  I mean knowing that your friends have fucked your sister,
that's going to bother you isn't it?"

   He smiled and replied, "You know, that was the first thing that I
thought about when that asshole told you to do it.  Sorry, but I worried
about that before I worried about how hard it was going to be for you.  But
it won't be so bad.  They're my best friends and I am pretty sure that
they'll keep their mouths shut about it.  They have never made a secret of
the fact that they think you are hot.  Mom doesn't seem upset about it and
you don't seem that upset.  So what the hell?  Maybe it'll be fun.  They
are going to owe me big time after this!"

   I laughed and said, "What do you mean owe you?!  I'm the one that is
going to fuck them!"

   He laughed and said, "Yeah, but I'm the one that is going to let them
live after they fuck my sister."

   I thought that was a good thing.  They were too young to die and I might
want to do this again sometime.

   I said, "I'm going to my bathroom and dry my hair.  Why don't you call
them and invite them over?  If I am going to fuck them until they can't get
it up any more I had better get started."

   Before I left Brad said, "He wants us to use your bedroom.  He watches
you doesn't he?  That's why you left the blinds open.  He ordered you to.
He watched you sucking my cock and he watched me fuck you didn't he?"

   I nodded and said, "I'm sorry.  He ordered me to.  You're right.  Are
you mad?"

   He said, "After what has happened to me lately?!  Are you kidding? 
Hell, I owe him!"

   Mom popped him in the butt with a towel and said, "Go get dressed and
make a phone call smart ass.  We need to figure out how to break it to your
friends that they are about to get very lucky."

   Brad looked at mom curiously and asked, "You don't even mind, do you?"

   She shrugged and answered, "Actually, I'm more than a little jealous."

   I smiled and said, "You could always join us."

   Mom said, "I would love to.  But I'm afraid it is going to be hard
enough for Brad to deal with his friends fucking his sister."

   Brad said, "You know what I'm having the most trouble dealing with mom?
My uptight, frigid, puritan mother saying fuck!"

   Mom drew herself up and exclaimed, "I was never frigid!"

   Brad shook his head in surrender and said, "I've got to make a couple of
phone calls."

   As he walked away he called back over his shoulder, "Why don't you put
on one of your sexy new outfits Lisa?"

   I asked, "With or without the underwear?"

   He stopped and turned around and looked at me, trying to decide.  At
last he said, "You decide."

   I went to my bathroom and dried my hair and brushed my teeth again.  I
went to my room and went through my new outfits, trying to decide which one
would have the biggest effect on my brother's two friends.

   The skirts were all about the same, all scandalously short, which was
perfect.  I considered the halter tops and crop tops but ended up going
with the sheer blouse.  I knew the guys would like them.  When I had tried
them on I had been very self-conscious because they were almost invisible.
It was going to be almost like I was topless.  And as soon as I sat down,
or better yet, when they were following me upstairs they would really get
an eyeful.

   I was amazed at my own easy acceptance of this new lifestyle.  I
suspected that my mother's attitude had a lot to do with that.  But still,
less than twenty-four hours ago I had been a virgin.  Now I was looking
forward to having sex with my brother and his two best friends.  This was a
one hundred and eighty degree turn for me.  Not that I hadn't thought about
sex before.  I am human.  But I had thought about my secret crush making
sweet love to me and living happily ever after.  Not an orgy with two guys
I, well, I didn't dislike them.  I really didn't care that much about them
one way or the other.

   Now though, I was actually kind of excited about what was about to
happen.  The idea of how I was going to tease them and then let them see me
naked and touch me was turning me on.  The prospect of letting them do
anything that they wanted to do to me over and over until they were
completely sated was starting to make my pussy tingle.

   I laughed to myself and thought, "Those two boys are never going to be
the same after today!"

   I got dressed and went down to Brad's room.  Mom was there, sitting on
his bed with her hand on his thigh and listening to him talking to one of
his friends.  It was obvious that she was excited about what we were about
to do.  I kind of felt sorry for her.  I knew that she could picture the
excitement those two teenage virgins would be experiencing shortly and the
idea of it was really turning her on.

   Brad hung up the phone and said, "First of all, fuck you look hot sis!"

   I thanked him and he continued, "They'll be here in about half an hour.
They think we are going to play video games."

   I went in and sat by mom and put my arms around her from behind.  I
hadn't planned to but my hands cupped her breasts.  I leaned forward and
kissed her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry you can't join in the fun mom. 
But I'll leave Brad alone and after his friends leave we'll make it up to
you."

   Brad was lying back against his headboard and watching me tease mom. 
Her hand was only a fraction of an inch from his half hard cock.  I was the
only one with clothes on.  Brad groaned and said, "I think I've figured out
what's going on here.  The only possible answer is that I was run over by a
car on the way home yesterday and I was killed.  This is heaven!"

   Mom said, "First of all, if you ever say something like that again I'll
kill you!  Second, the things we are doing are most probably not allowed in
heaven.  Third, Lisa, get your hands off my tits before I get carried away.
I have to go call the doctor and make an appointment to get your birth
control pills."

   Brad got up and got dressed and we went downstairs.  I told him what I
had in mind for when his friends arrived.  He liked my idea and we sat
around in the living room anxious for them to get here.  While we waited
Brad admired and complimented me again on my very short skirt and nearly
invisible blouse.

   I thanked him, but I was more anxious to impress his friends with my new
outfit.  I think that we were both amazed at the change that had come over
me, and we were both enjoying it.

   Larry and Gordy finally showed up and I went to let them in.  They
started to greet me and suddenly they both fell silent.  They didn't even
try not to stare at my tits.  I had to struggle not to laugh out loud.  I
didn't want to spoil the mood.

   I invited them in and Brad came over and said, "You guys ready to play?"

   I smiled.  I didn't doubt for a minute that they were ready to play. 
They were still staring at my exposed tits and had yet to utter a syllable
since they saw my chest.

   I preceded them to the stairs and their eyes were glued to my ass all
the way up.  I didn't turn around to look but I could feel it.  When we
were at the top of the stairs Brad asked, "Do you guys like Lisa's new
outfit?"

   They both nodded enthusiastically, of course.

   Brad grinned and said, "She got a bunch of new clothes.  She was going
to model them for me later but she wouldn't mind if you guys watched.  Do
you want to see them?"

   Larry exclaimed, "Hell yes!"

   Gordy just nodded his head eagerly.  He had apparently been struck mute.

   Brad turned to me and asked, "You don't mind if the guys see your new
outfits do you Lisa?"

   Well after all, it had been my idea.  I shrugged as casually as I could.
I was fighting to hide my own excitement.  I said, "I don't mind Brad.  I
could use their opinions.  Some of the things I bought are kind of
revealing.  I'd like to know if they think I should return them."

   Larry and Gordy grinned and Larry said, "Sure, we don't mind.  Do we
Gordy?"

   Poor Gordy.  He just shook his head.  He still couldn't tear his eyes
away from my chest.  I'd have to keep my eyes on him.  I would hate to give
him a heart attack.

   They followed me to my room and I invited them to sit on my bed.  Larry
and Gordy sat on my bed.  Brad pulled my desk chair out and sat there.

   I opened the double doors to my closet.  All of the new clothes were
hanging together on my right.  Then I went to my dresser and pulled out the
two remaining bathing suits and my new lingerie.  When they saw my new bras
and panties they both turned an even brighter shade of red.

   I acted like the boys weren't even there.  I pulled the new outfits out
of the closet and hung them on a hook on the closet door.  I slipped my
shoes off and, standing with my back to the boys I began to unbutton my
blouse just as casually as if I were getting undressed for bed.

   I heard Larry mutter under his breath, "Oh my god!  I don't fucking
believe this!"

   There was pause and just as I pulled my blouse off Larry said, "Brad...?
Dude!  It's your sister?!"

   Brad chuckled and said, "Yeah, hot isn't she?"

   Larry didn't say another word.

   I dropped my blouse on a chair in the corner and reached behind my back
to unbutton the skirt.  I noticed that this time my hands weren't shaking.
I was excited, but now it was the boys that were shaking, with excitement.

   I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.  Then I bent over, in
a ladylike manner of course, and picked it up.  I dropped it on my blouse
and started to reach for another skirt.  But I stopped and turned to face
them.

   I heard them suck in their breaths.  Their eyes were huge.

   I smiled and asked, "Do you guys want to see me try on the lingerie
first?  Or would you like me to try the outer clothes on first and save the
underwear for last?"

   The boys looked at each other and then Gordy just turned back and gaped
at me.  Larry glanced at the new lingerie and with a degree of honesty and
candor I didn't think him capable of he responded, "I wouldn't mind if you
stayed just like you are.  But I'm curious about the new outfits.  I think
we should save the bras and panties for last though.  They can be like
desert."

   Gordy may have a heart attack yet but it was looking like Larry was
getting into this.  Way to go Larry!

   I turned to Brad and gave him a wink.  Then I turned back to my closet
and started trying on clothes.  Some of the tops were so revealing that
they were close to illegal.  The boys seemed to approve of them though.  I
tried on a halter top that only barely covered my nipples and I pulled on
one of the skirts.  I slipped into the high heel sandals and turned to face
them again.

   I took a couple of steps and stood in front of Larry and said, "What do
you think Larry?  Does this look alright?  It isn't indecent is it?"

   He grinned and said, "It looks pretty fucking decent to me!"

   I smiled and spread my legs slightly.  I had intentionally worn it a
little high on my waist and I knew that from his position seated in front
of me my pussy was showing.  I said, "I can't tell about this skirt.  I
know it's pretty short but when I stand up straight I can't see exactly how
short it is.  Would you do me a favor and rest your finger under the hem
and draw a line across my front so I can see where my skirt ends?"

   He glanced at Brad.  He seemed nervous and I guess that he still wasn't
convinced that Brad didn't mind what was happening.  Brad smiled and said,
"If you don't I will Larry.  Don't be a pussy for Christ's sake.  Help the
girl out!"

   Larry glanced momentarily at my face and then he looked down and touched
his finger to my hip where my skirt left off.  He slowly drew it all the
way across my front.  When his finger reached the top of my slit he paused
and said, "It may be a little short.  But I love the way it looks on you."

   Then he finished his imaginary line.  I smiled and said, "You may be
right.  How about in back, is it too short there too?"

   I turned around slowly and he drew another imaginary line across the
lower portion of my ass cheeks.  When he was done he sighed and said, "No,
it isn't bad Lisa.  It looks just fine."

   I think I was starting to like Larry.

   I thanked him for helping out and turned back around.  I pointed out
that the halter top only just covered my nipple and the material was very
thin.  I asked him if he thought it might be offensive.

   He smiled and responded, "I'm not offended."

   I leaned down and kissed his cheek and said, "Why Larry!  Thank you! 
That's so sweet."

   He blushed again.  I hoped that he was saving some blood flow for his
cock.

   I turned around and said, "Would you give me hand Larry?  I'd appreciate
it if you would untie those strings on my top."

   He reached up instantly and untied the string around my back.  Then he
pulled on the string around my neck.  I caught the top as it slid down off
of my tits and I asked, "Thanks Larry, would you mind unfastening my skirt
now.  I hate having to do all that stuff behind my back.  I don't know who
decided that the fasteners for girls' clothes should be behind their backs.
Guys never have to reach behind their backs to get undressed.  I always
thought that was unfair."

   Larry began to fumble with the button and the zipper on my skirt and as
he unfastened them he quietly responded, "I would be happy to help you
undress any day, Lisa."

   I smiled and said, "I'll keep you in mind Larry.  Thank you for the kind
offer."

   When my skirt came loose he slid it down over my hips without waiting
for me to ask.  I felt his hot breath on my ass as he slowly slid it down.
When it was in a small puddle of cloth around my feet I turned to face him
and held onto his shoulders for support as I slowly stepped out of it.  My
pussy was only a foot from his face and he was staring as if hypnotized.

   I smiled at him and asked, "Is that the first pussy you ever saw,
Larry?"

   He didn't look up.  He continued to stare at my pussy.  I had thought
that all boys lied about their sexual experience but Larry said, "Yes. 
It's the first one I have ever seen in real life.  It's the most beautiful
thing I ever saw!"

   I had planned to try on all of my new clothes but this was going very
well and I was so horny I was about to explode.  If they still wanted a
fashion show later I would gladly give them one.  But I decided that it was
time for a change of plans.

   I said, "Thank you Larry.  That is very kind of you.  Would you like to
see it better?  Would you like to touch it?"

   He looked at my face quickly, to make sure he wasn't hearing things I
guess.  I smiled at him and he said, "That would be all I need.  Just one
touch and I can die happy."

   I laughed and said, "One touch may be enough for you Larry.  But I think
that I will want more than that.  I'm pretty excited right now.  I get
turned on when I take my clothes off in front of boys.  But I'm not sure if
just one touch is going to be enough to get me off.  You can try though."

   His hand came up and came to rest on my inner thigh.  I spread my legs a
little further apart and rested my hand on his shoulder.  I glanced over at
Gordy who had a look of longing on his face that almost made me laugh.  He
was so jealous and yet obviously so scared.

   I reached over and lifted Gordy's chin so that he was looking at my face
and said, "Don't worry Gordy.  You'll get a turn too."

   I don't think he could have looked happier if I handed him a big bag of
money.  His face lit up like a Christmas tree.  I patted his cheek and
returned my attention to Larry.

   Larry's hand had begun to work its way slowly up my thigh.  His hand was
hot and sweaty but he had a gentle touch and I was getting really turned
on. When his fingers finally reached my moist slit I gasped.  It was my
turn to react.  Damn that felt good!  It's impossible to describe how
exciting it is to be touched by a boy, especially when it is a brand new
sensation.  I hope I never get tired of this!

   I let him move his fingers over, around and finally inside of my pussy
which was now so wet it was nearly dripping out of me.  I was getting to
the point of orgasm if he didn't stop, and my knees were getting very
shaky. I stopped him and asked, "Larry, would you like to do more than
touch?  I am very turned on right now and I'd like you to stand up and get
undressed.  I think that this would be a good time to get rid of your
virginity.  Don't you?"

   He stood up and started to whip his shirt off but then he stopped and
asked nervously, "What about your mom?"

   I giggled and said, "Maybe some other time.  You'll have to settle for
me today."

   He rolled his eyes and asked, "What if she comes upstairs and hears us?"

   I got tired of waiting for him and started to help him undress.  I
reached out and began to wrestle with his belt and then I looked up at him
and said, "It's okay Larry.  She knows what we are doing.  She doesn't
mind."

   He couldn't have looked more scared if I had pointed a gun at him.  I
guess I should have made something up.  He grabbed my hands and exclaimed,
"What?!  What do you mean she knows what we are doing?  Mothers don't let
boys fuck their daughters!  Are you out of your mind?!  I know your mother.
She is not real big on sex.  I remember hearing you bitch for half an hour
because she wouldn't let you buy a bikini."

   I smiled and began struggling with his pants again.  I said, "She's
changed Larry.  She's changed a lot.  You saw what I was wearing when you
got here.  She picked those clothes out.  She picked out those sexy bras
and panties.  And wait until you see the new swimming suits she bought me.
You'll shit.  Do you want to know what my mom thinks about me taking three
boys to my bedroom to have sex, Larry?  She was sad that she couldn't join
us.  She was jealous of all the fun that I am going to have if I ever get
your god damned pants off!"

   He stopped fighting me and took his shirt off finally.  But he wasn't
convinced.  He let me finish opening his pants and said, "If she comes in
here and kills me I'll never forgive you."

   I dropped to my knees to pull Larry's pants down and as I was sliding
them off over his hips I turned to Brad and said, "Come on Brad, help me
out here!"

   He laughed and said, "Lisa, I'm not going to help you undress Larry."

   "Ha ha!" I responded sarcastically.

   He laughed again and to Larry he said, "It's okay man.  She wasn't
kidding.  Mom's cool with it."

   He paused to consider the best way to say what he wanted to say and then
he continued.  "Look man, this is kind of embarrassing.  There have been
some changes around here as you can see.  I don't have a problem with
sharing the wealth but you guys have to give me your word that you'll keep
this to yourselves.  You're both smart enough to know what will happen to
my reputation if this shit gets out."

   Larry looked at Brad as if he did not believe his ears.  In a quiet
voice he asked breathlessly, "Dude!  You're doing it with your sister?!"

   I noted that his voice registered awe and envy, not disgust or
disbelief. Brad heard that too and I saw that he was relieved.

   Gordy had yet to be heard from however.  I stopped messing with Larry's
pants and turned to look at Gordy.  I was surprised to see the huge smile
on his face.  He had seemed kind of out of it.

   He saw me looking at him and he slowly shook his head in disbelief. 
There was a long pause and then he finally spoke.  It was the first time I
remembered him speaking since they had arrived.  He said, "Kiss my ass. 
Brad you are the luckiest son of a bitch in the fucking world.  I'd give my
left nut if my sister was like yours.  Or my mom!  Christ!  If my mother
thought that I was even aware that my sister had a pussy she'd kick me out
of the house!"

   I laughed and asked, "So you are cool with this?  What happens in this
house stays in this house?"

   Gordy answered, "I can't believe I'm going to get to have sex with you
Lisa.  I have had the hots for you since the first time I saw you.  And you
didn't even have tits then!  I swear I would never do anything to make your
life harder or to get my best friend in trouble.  I think this is the
hottest thing I ever heard of.  Trust me.  I'm not even going to tell Larry
what I see here!"

   I smiled and said, "I'm going to take special care of you Gordy."

   I turned back to finish undressing Larry.  As I did I saw movement in
the window in Sean's house.  I hoped he was just watching and not filming
or broadcasting what we were doing on the internet.

   I grasped Larry's pants but before I started pulling them down I asked,
"Have we sufficiently reassured you Larry?  You know that I am having sex
with my brother.  You know that my mother is, at the very least, aware of
it.  Do you have any other questions or would you like me to pull your
pants down and suck your cock now?"

   I probably should have phrased that differently.

   Larry looked at me funny and asked, "At the very least?"

   I glanced at Brad.  He rolled his eyes and said, "All this just started
Larry, just in the last couple of days.  This morning I had sex with my mom
too."

   Larry and Gordy were looking at Brad like he had just admitted that he
was Charles Manson.  Or Brad Pitt.  Or god.  I'm not sure which.  But I
figured there was one sure way to distract them.  I pulled Larry's pants
and underwear down to his feet and wrestled them and his shoes off at the
same time while he held onto my shoulders for balance.  I shoved the whole
mess under my bed and looked at his cock.  It had been hard a couple of
minutes ago but all the talking, and all of the surprises had sent his
little corpuscles scurrying for cover.

   I pushed him back down on the bed and spread his legs wide apart.  He
leaned back on his elbows to watch me and soon the blood was returning to
his cock.  I put my hand around his shaft and he groaned in pleasure at the
touch of a girl's hand on it.  It became instantly hard again when I
touched it.

   I turned to Gordy and said, "Gordy, I like sucking cocks.  But I have
found that it is a lot more exciting if a guy is touching me.  You know,
feeling my tits and playing with my pussy.  It gets me all hot and when I'm
hot I really, really like sucking cocks.  Would you mind?"

   He smiled at me and said, "Lisa, will you marry me?"

   I laughed and said, "Maybe later Gordy."

   I bent down and started kissing and licking Larry's cock and balls.  In
seconds Gordy was beside me on the floor and his hot, sweaty hands were all
over me.  It was kind of sweet, in a clammy sort of way.  He wasn't very
good at it but his excitement was one hell of a turn on.

   I started sucking slowly and gently on Larry's cock.  I didn't want it
to be over too quickly.  I pretty much ignored what Gordy was doing.  I
mean it was neat that he was going nuts over my body but his unskilled
touch wasn't all that exciting.

   I heard Brad get up and whisper, "I'll be right back."

   He went out and closed the door and in about two minutes he was back.  I
heard Larry and Gordy both gasp loudly when he returned.  He shut the door
and said, "You guys just ignore us.  I didn't have anything to do with my
hands and I knew mom would get a kick out of this."

   I almost choked on Larry's cock when I realized that Brad had come back
with mom.  I had to fight not to laugh out loud at their shock.  Larry's
cock started to deflate but it quickly reversed directions as I ministered
to it.

   I looked up and saw Larry staring at Brad and my mom.  I heard the
familiar sound of clothing being removed and then Brad sat back down.  Soon
my mother was in his lap and before long I could hear her breathing getting
louder and an occasional sensuous moan escape her lips.

   I wasn't paying that much attention though.  I was enjoying Larry's nice
cock.  It was a little smaller than Brad's but it was nice and smooth and
it was quivering with excitement.  I had stopped using my hand on it.  His
excitement had been building too quickly and I wanted this to last for a
while.  But after about four or five minutes I knew he was about to lose
it. I reached up and cupped his balls and teased them and Larry fell back
on my mattress and screamed, "OH SHIT!!!!!"

   I felt my mouth start to fill up and I flashed back to the first time I
got Brad off.  He must have shot a half a cup of cum.  Larry turned out to
be nearly as prolific.  I had to swallow twice before he started slowing
down.  I had to swallow again before he finally stopped.

   I held his cock and the last of his cum in my mouth until he was almost
soft and then I carefully let his cock slip from between my lips and
swallowed his cum.  I sat up on my heels and looked at him.  He seemed
catatonic.  He was staring at the ceiling and breathing hard still.

   He finally caught his breath and struggled to get back up on his elbows.
He looked over at my mother and I looked over to see her sitting on Brad's
lap.  They were both naked and they were kissing.  Brad's finger was inside
of her and his thumb looked like it was teasing her clit.  The excitement
she was experiencing was obvious.  I knew that it excited her to be treated
that way in front of Brad's friends.  She liked the idea of being forced to
show off and perform.  I was starting to have a greater appreciation for
her fantasies.

   I turned to Gordy and suggested, "Why don't you guys switch places? 
I'll suck your cock and then when we are done Larry can fuck me.  Okay?"

   Larry sat up and said, "Or, you can suck Gordy's cock while I fuck you.
Would you like to try that?"

   I replied, "That sounds like fun Larry.  How do you guys want to do
this?"

   I let Larry take over.  He got Gordy to stand up and undress.  Gordy was
very shy and it was kind of cute.  But he had nothing to be shy about.  He
was a little pudgy but he had the biggest cock of the three boys.  His cock
was already hard and it was a little longer than Brad's.  But it was much
fatter.  It was almost as fat as Sean's.  It really surprised me.

   Once I had helped Gordy undress, Larry made him sit on my bed and lean
back against the headboard.  He ordered me to kneel on my bed between
Gordy's legs and start sucking.  I took note of the fact that Larry had
begun ordering me and Gordy both around.  But I didn't say anything.  It
was kind of amusing.

   When I had my face in Gordy's crotch Larry got up behind me.  He was
already nearly hard again.  He rested his cock in the crack of my ass and
slowly slid it up and down in the tight crevice between my ass cheeks.

   I was a little nervous about his cock in such close proximity to my
asshole but once he was hard he repositioned me and pushed down on my back.
He lined his cock up and slowly started pushing it into my very wet, very
ready pussy.

   It was probably more exciting for him, since it was his first time.  But
not by much, it felt fantastic!  I smiled and thought, "Sean may not
realize it but this was a great idea." I know that he only did it to
humiliate us, to punish us.  But so far his two punishments have been
really fun.  His first punishment was for me to have sex with my brother.
That had worked out great too.

   Gordy enjoyed his first blowjob a little too much.  Before Larry had his
cock all the way in my pussy Gordy had his first orgasm.  It was surprising
for two reasons.  I wasn't ready for it.  He exploded in less than a minute
and there was no warning.  He had acted like he was having an orgasm from
the moment my lips touched him.  But the really amazing thing was the
taste. I was new at this too, of course.  I hadn't tasted that many men
yet. But there were certain characteristics which I had assumed were
universal.

   I was wrong!  Gordy's cum was not bitter in the least.  It was so mild
tasting that I didn't realize at first he was cumming.  It didn't have that
bleachy taste either.  I wouldn't go so far as to say it was delicious but
it wasn't at all unpleasant.

   I held his cock in my mouth after I swallowed his cum.  I was surprised
again when his cock stayed rock hard.  I wasn't ready for this to end and
apparently he wasn't either.  I gave him a minute to catch his breath and
calm down a little and then I started sucking his cock again.

   It was a little difficult to know where to focus my attention.  I was
enjoying sucking on Gordy's nice, fat cock.  I was also enjoying Larry's
first clumsy fuck.  He was too excited and at first he kept overestimating
the length of his cock I guess.  He fell out several times.  It was getting
kind of annoying until he finally realized he didn't have a twelve inch
cock and shortened his strokes.

   Once Larry got his act together, even though he was inexperienced, it
felt nice having it pumping in and out of me like that.  I was probably
paying too much attention to him and neglecting Gordy but Gordy didn't seem
to mind.

   I was enjoying all of the cock but as excited as I was by what I was
doing I knew that Larry wasn't going to last long enough for me to build to
an orgasm.  Under the circumstances though, I couldn't reach back and play
with my clit so that I could come too.

   Brad took care of that.  He got up and positioned mom against the side
of my bed and entered her from behind.  As soon as Brad started fucking her
she reached under me and started teasing my pussy with one hand and one of
my nipples with the other.  Now that is the way to fuck!  It was like my
whole body was being stimulated.  I had two cocks inside of me and my pussy
and my tit being simultaneously stimulated by mom's knowing hands and my
increasingly dirty mind was imagining thousands of men watching us on the
internet.

   Although yesterday I had been appalled at the idea of all those geeks
and freaks watching me lose my virginity on the internet, for some reason
as I imagined them watching me now I was incredibly excited and much to my
surprise I came before anyone else!

   When I started to cum my pussy clamped down on Larry's cock and it was
all over for him too.  Gordy was forced to wait.  I was suddenly focused
entirely on my own orgasm and he got short changed for a couple of minutes.


   Once I was recovered sufficiently from my own orgasm I once more gave
Gordy my undivided attention and he quickly paid me back with another
mouthful of his mild flavored cum.

   After everyone had cum we were all just kind of scattered around in a
weird looking naked pile of human bodies.  No one spoke for a couple of
minutes but no one seemed uncomfortable or self-conscious any longer.

   I saw my mom smiling at me and I thanked her for her help.  Then I said,
"Mom, you have to suck Gordy's cock.  He has the most amazing cum!  I mean
it.  It is almost sweet.  Well, maybe not sweet, but when he cums in your
mouth it's like there is no taste.  It isn't bitter or bleachy or anything.
Have you ever tasted a guy's cum like that?"

   She laughed quietly and said, "No dear.  I never have."

   I asked, "What's so funny?"

   She smiled and said, "Can you imagine having this conversation a few
days ago?  We are laying around with three naked boys and discussing the
taste of cum.  On Monday you were mad at me because I wouldn't let you wear
a bikini."

   I laughed and said, "Yeah, you sure have matured."

   Gordy had been listening quietly but now he interjected, "You really
think my cum tastes good?  Cool!"

   My head was resting on his thigh only inches from his soft cock.  I
spotted a couple of drops of cum that had escaped from the tip and were
puddled on his stomach.  I craned my neck and licked them up and licked the
head of his cock and it quickly started getting hard again.

   I said, "Gordy!  You still aren't satisfied?"

   He grinned and said, "I have been dreaming about having sex with you
since I discovered hard ons.  I think I could do this all day.  I still
want to fuck you.  I want to feel what it is like to have my dick inside of
you.  And I can't believe I am saying this in front of your mother and your
brother!  If I wake up and this was all a dream I'm going to be really
pissed."

   I said, "It isn't a dream Gordy." Then I took his cock back in my mouth
and teased it with my lips and tongue until it was hard.  Gordy got up and
I turned over and stretched out on my back.  My mother guided his cock into
me, which almost freaked him out again.  Then he started fucking me with
his nice fat cock while my mother and Larry each started sucking and
nibbling on one of my nipples.

   Brad watched for a few minutes and then he came and stood by my head and
started playing with his cock.  He grinned down at me as he beat his meat
right in front of my face.  I looked up at him and he quietly said, "I see
the camera."

   The others were too distracted but I knew what he was talking about. 
Sean had a camera pointed at us and was either transmitting our little orgy
out over the internet or recording it for the amusement of whoever wished
to see it later.

   I smiled and nodded.  At this point I really didn't care.  I was having
fun and I figured that it was too late to worry about someone that I knew
seeing me.  The pictures were already out there.  Fuck them.  If they liked
looking at this sort of thing then let them look.  I didn't mind if I
turned the whole damned world on at the moment.

   I was getting close to cumming when Brad shot his cum all over my face.
It was another first for me and I found it to be very exciting.  It felt so
hot as it landed and pooled there.  In fact, it put me right over the edge
and I started cumming.  That set Gordy off and he had his first orgasm in a
girl's pussy.  He had already cum twice but he had a lot to look at and
when my pussy clamped down on him he cried out and it was all over for him.

   I waited for everyone to melt away afterwards and I asked Brad for a
couple of tissue.  He jokingly said, "No.  I like that look on you." At
least I think he was joking.

   Mom just smiled and said, "I'll get that baby."

   She moved up and licked the cum from my face.  The boys thought that was
hot.  But then, they seemed to think everything was hot.

   The guys hung around almost all day.  They each had sex with mom and
they each had sex with me one more time.  It wasn't a constant orgy.  We
stopped for lunch and we even played video games in the nude for a little
while, but not for long.  We couldn't get near a guy without being fondled
and groped.  It was great!

   By the time the day was over we were exhausted.  We agreed to do it
again though.  It had been a lot of fun and by the end of the day the guys
were getting pretty good at it.  We couldn't tell them when we could
reconvene though.  Our schedules were being set by our new neighbor.

   The guys left when it was time to start supper.  Mom and Brad and I took
another long shower in mom's big walk in shower.  Then we got dressed for
the first time since shortly after Larry and Gordy arrived and tried to act
normal.

   Mom was cooking and I was peeling potatoes and Brad had volunteered to
mix a salad.  The room was quiet.  We all seemed to be lost in our thoughts
until Brad asked, "Mom, whatever happened to that box of magazines?"

   She turned around and looked at him and thought for a few moments.  Then
she answered, "I don't know!  My dad moved it and I never found it again. I
don't know if he got rid of them or just hid them better.  When my parents
sold their home and moved into a condo they put a bunch of stuff in
storage. We haven't even gone through most of it since mom died.  I wonder
if they could be there."

   Dad came home and we had supper.  I don't think that I had ever realized
how little dad spoke or interacted with my brother and me before now, or my
mother either now that I think about it.  He only seemed to speak to us if
he wanted something or if we were doing something that he didn't like.  He
didn't ask about our day.  Not just now that summer was here and school was
out either.  I couldn't remember the last time he had asked me about my
day. When school was in session he didn't ask what we were studying or how
we were doing.  He had no idea what subjects were of interest to us and
which subjects we hated.

   If Brad had a ball game he might ask later if he had won or lost, if it
occurred to him.  He never attended a game.  If he had a problem with the
way the yard work was done he would say something.  Other than that he
didn't talk to us.  He didn't want to be disturbed when he was reading the
paper and if we tried to talk while he was watching TV he shushed us and
told us to wait for a commercial.

   I'm not sure why I had never noticed that before.  I guess that was part
of the reason that Brad and I had grown up so independent.  And that was
probably why we had now grown so close all of a sudden.  We had discovered
how wonderful it was to be loved and receive affection from another human
being.

   We went to our own bedrooms that night.  But I was lying in bed in the
dark for a long time and I realized that I wanted to be held.  I had come
to miss that after only one night.

   I got up and went next door to Brad's room.  I was afraid that he might
be asleep already.  If he was I was going to go back to my room.  I opened
his door quietly and stepped in.  I was naked but I wasn't worried about
getting caught.  There wasn't a chance in hell of my dad getting out of bed
and seeing me.

   I closed Brad's door and leaned against it in the dark.  He was
breathing quietly and at first I didn't know if he was asleep.  Then I
heard his soft voice.  "I couldn't sleep either," he said.

   He threw his covers back and I was surprised at how excited I was that
he was welcoming me into his bed.

   I climbed in with my back to him and he covered me up.  He wrapped his
arms around me and his hand cupped my breast gently.  We didn't have sex.
We just enjoyed being together.  I can't describe how nice it was to be
held like that.  I had never realized until just the last few days what a
cold, undemonstrative family we were.  Now that I had discovered affection
I loved it.  I craved it.

   I heard the change in his breathing when he went to sleep.  I lay there
in his arms and listened to his steady breathing and I smelled the clean,
masculine smell of him in the sheets and on the pillowcase.  I felt his
warm, firm body pressing against me and his arms protecting me from the
world and I was astonished when I realized that I was crying.  At first I
was confused.  But in an instant I realized what it was.  They were tears
of happiness!

   That was totally weird.  I was being blackmailed and raped by our new
neighbor and his friends.  I hated him and I hated what he was making me
do. And yet I had never been happier in my life!  I had never felt so much
love.  As much as I hated Sean I was grateful to him for this and for my
new relationship with my mother.

   I finally drifted off to sleep.  I awoke in the morning, fully rested
and still in the arms of my big little brother.  I felt his cock pressing
against me.  It was hard now and I thought that he was awake and thinking
about me.

   He may have been dreaming about me, but he wasn't awake.  I turned over
onto my back gently and my movement woke him.  He grinned and said good
morning.

   I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hard on and smiled.  I
said, "Does this mean you are glad I'm here?"

   He laughed quietly and said, "I am more than glad that you are here. 
But I'm sorry to disappoint you.  That means I have to get up or I'm going
to piss all over you."

   I said, "I thought that piss hard on stuff was just a joke."

   He smiled and said, "I wish!  I can think of a lot better things to do
with it than go running to the bathroom.  But you'll have to take my word
for it Lisa.  That first hard on in the morning is one you don't want to
fool with.  Not unless you're feeling really kinky."

   I laughed and said, "Not that kinky!"

   He got up and put his shorts on and hurried out of the room.  He had
only been gone for a few seconds when mom came in and sat on the edge of
the bed.  She ran her hand over my hair and smiled affectionately and said,
"I love it that you two are so close now.  I envy you your relationship
with your brother.  But be careful.  Your dad would either die or kill both
of you if he knew what was going on between you."

   I sat up and hugged her and said, "I'm trying to be careful.  We didn't
do anything last night.  I just wanted to be held.  But we are aware of
what would happen if he found us.  We'll be careful."

   She started to get up and I pulled her back down.  She looked at me to
see what was wrong and I said, "Mom, I'm not sure how I feel about what is
happening next door.  I know that you have mixed emotions about it.  I
understand that.  But I wanted you to know that I'm kind of glad it
happened.  I have never felt so close to you, I've never felt so much love
for you as I do now.  I wanted you to know that I love you very much."

   She hugged me and gave me a big kiss and when she let me go there were
tears in her eyes.  I smiled and wiped away a tear.  I said, "I know how
you feel.  After Brad went to sleep last night I lay there in his arms and
I was crying.  I always thought `tears of happiness' were a crock of shit.
But they aren't!  Love can make you so happy you can't stand it.  Isn't it
wonderful?"

   Brad came back in then and mom stood up and gave him a hug and a big
kiss.  Then she asked, "Do you kids want to drive over to the place where I
have my parents stuff in storage and scrounge around?  I couldn't go
through it all when they died.  I felt like I was invading their privacy.
Now I'm curious."

   Brad and I were both curious too.  We nodded and I got out of bed.  I
asked where dad was.  When I was informed that he was downstairs I went to
my room and went about having a normal morning in my father's home.

   After breakfast Brad mowed the yard.  Dad did the edging and weed eating
so he could get done faster and the three of us could drive out to the
storage place.  Dad wasn't interested and we were glad of it.  Besides,
there was a ball game on and that was more important than family.

   The stuff that had been packed away after mom's parents died was in a
storage unit the size of a two car garage.  We signed in at the office and
found the unit.  Mom unlocked the garage door and Brad opened it.  The room
was stacked high on both sides with cardboard boxes.  There was a tiny
pathway down the middle that went through to the back of the storage unit.
There was a stack of furniture against both walls but except for the
pathway down the middle the rest of the room was piled high with cardboard
boxes.

   Mom looked at it and said, "Most of this is stuff that I just couldn't
bring myself to get rid of.  It really isn't of any value.  We should give
most of it to the thrift shop.  The boxes towards the back were the things
that my parents already had in storage and I don't know what's in most of
those.  I just transferred them here without even opening them."

   We agreed to help her go through this stuff later and sort it out.  But
for now we were on a mini scavenger hunt.  We carefully made our way to the
back of the unit and stood in a small cleared space looking at dozens of
boxes.  We stood back and let mom point out the boxes that she wanted to
look in.  Brad would pull them down and stand back and let her open them.

   A lot of what she found was just junk.  There were old tools and rotten
bungee cords and frayed power cords.  If you want to get a good idea of
what we found, go out in your garage and look around.  There were even old
car parts.  Most of what she found was bound for the dump once we got a
truck or a trailer.

   But then, when she was just about to give up, she opened a box that had
been securely sealed with duct tape.  There were a couple of old Popular
Mechanics magazines on top, the magazines under them were what she had been
looking for.

   The very first magazine was called "Battle Cry." On the cover was a trio
of Nazis preparing to torture two attractive, half naked young women. 
Under that there were Detective Magazines with young women whose clothing
was torn and tattered and they were all about to suffer a horrible death,
or a fate worse than death.  Or they already had.  These were the magazines
that had shaped my mother's fantasies when she was a young girl.

   Brad closed that box and took it out to the car.  Then we looked through
a few more boxes.  We found more worthless junk in box after box.  But then
we got the shock or our lives.  Brad pulled out a box that was taped up as
securely as the one with the magazines had been.  He cut the tape with his
pocket knife and mom slowly opened it.  She looked a little nervous and
when she got the box open it turned out she was justified.

   At first we didn't know what we were looking at.  We had to start
disentangling things before it became obvious.  There was a huge assortment
of leather restraints of all sorts.  There were devices that appeared to be
in the same vein as the restraints but we weren't really sure what they
were for.  We found several whips and riding crops and even a small
cat-o-nine-tails.  We had never seen one before of course, but I think we
all recognized it from the descriptive name.

   There were blindfolds and pieces of chain and rope and wicked looked
clamps.  Apparently grandma and grandpa had been into S&M in a big way!

   Mom said, "We can't leave that in here.  Take it to the car Brad.  God,
what if someone found that?!"

   We narrowed our search after that find.  We started looking for boxes
that were sealed especially well with duct tape out the ass.  Once we had
refined our search parameters things went much more quickly.  We found
three more boxes that had been given extra care and sealed securely.

   The first box really piqued our interest.  It was a large box completely
filled with VCR tapes.  They had been in here a long time, almost three
years.  This was not one of those temperature and humidity controlled
storage units.  We didn't have high hopes for the tapes.  But it didn't
cost anything to take them home and check them out.

   The next box was an assortment of leather clothing.  It ran the entire
gamut from underwear to masks and gloves of all descriptions.  We went
through the things on top and they all seemed to be intended for a male,
though it was a little hard to tell.

   The third and final box was a selection of leather gear that was more
obviously intended for a female.  The cut outs on a large number of the
outfits made that obvious.  These three boxes all went in the car as well.

   We did a cursory search of the remaining boxes and found nothing more of
interest.  We made our way out to the car and locked the door again.  We
were all drenched in sweat.  It had been hotter than hell in there.

   We were glad to get in the car and crank the air conditioner up.  Mom
drove back to the office and signed us out.  Then we headed home.  Brad had
put the box of tapes in the back seat and he was looking through them for
labels or anything that might give us an idea what they contained.  We had
an idea.  They had been sealed securely like the S&M gear.  We took that as
a hint.

   When we got home dad was in the den watching baseball.  We had no
trouble sneaking the boxes up to Brad's room.  We decided that we were all
too nasty to wait and we split up and took showers.  I managed to beat Brad
to the bathroom.  We were tempted to take a shower together.  The odds of
dad catching us were just about nil.  I was willing to chance it but Brad
decided that he was too young to die.

   I took a quick shower and put on a pair of light shorts and a thin
t-shirt.  I went in to mom's room and waited while she dressed.  I could
tell that she was nervous and excited all at the same time.  She had
already learned more about her parents than I think she wanted to know. 
They had obviously not been the people that she thought they were.  She
watched me watching her and she smiled when she was dressed and said, "I
almost had an orgasm when we found those magazines.  But I am scared to
death of what we might find on those tapes."

   I smiled and said, "You might learn the things about your mother that I
learned about mine.  I suspect that you are better equipped to handle that
information than I was."

   She gave me a curious look and said, "You know, you're right!"

   She was thoughtful for a moment and then she said, "It must have been
pretty hard to get used to what you have learned about me.  I never thought
about what it would be like for you.  I'm sorry Lisa."

   I shrugged and said, "You are who you were raised to be, same as me."

   She said, "That's why I'm sorry.  Why do you think I wouldn't let you
buy a bikini?  I intended to raise you right.  No kink, no S&M, and no
chains and whips.  I'm sorry."

   I went over and hugged her and said, "You aren't blackmailing me, Sean
is.  And I don't like everything that has happened so far, but I have to be
honest.  I like a hell of a lot of it.  I had a ball yesterday and I love
my new relationship with you and with Brad.  It kind of makes me wish that
dad didn't have a big stick up his ass.  Not that I want to have sex with
him, but it would be nice to be as close to him as I am to you and my
brother."

   Mom shuddered and said, "Ain't gonna happen.  If he knew what was going
on in this house we would be out of here so fast he'd break the sound
barrier."

   We figured Brad had enough time to shower and dress.  We went down to
his room and found him in a pair of gym shorts.  He had spread out most of
the leather gear from the box of female stuff on his bed and his desk.  We
looked it over and one thing was immediately obvious.  This stuff had seen
a lot of use.  There were scuffs and scars and sweat stains and other
stains we didn't try too hard to identify.

   I held several of the garments up against my body to get an idea of how
they were worn and what they would look like.  There was some pretty
interesting stuff.  These would get a lot of attention if I wore them to
school!

   We finished looking that stuff over and put it back in the box.  Then he
turned on his TV and put one of the tapes in the VCR.  The screen stayed
black for a long time and we figured that either it was a blank tape or it
had been so degraded by the heat and humidity and age that it wasn't
playable.

   Brad was just about to turn it off when the screen flickered and our
education began.  Brad had chosen the tape with number one on the label. 
It was old.  It had obviously been transferred to tape from some other
format, something that had been intended to be projected on a screen.

   It flickered and jumped a bit and it was in black and white.  But it was
watchable and the characters were recognizable.  They were my mother's
parents when they were in their mid twenties.  But that wasn't the part
that grabbed your attention.  They were both naked and grandma was tied up
and looking very uncomfortable.

   We watched in shock as grandpa walked around her and tapped her on
tender areas of her body with a riding crop.  Maybe tapped is the wrong
word.  He hit her hard enough that we heard the snap as it struck her
flesh. He hit her ass and her tits and her thighs.

   It was hard to tell because of the way she was tied up, but it looked
like she had a very sexy body.

   We had been watching for several minutes before Brad said, "I wonder who
is holding the camera?"

   I hadn't even noticed that the camera was following grandpa around and
panning in and out!  The mild whipping continued for several minutes.  Then
came another shock.  Two large men came into view and lifted grandma,
untied her and fastened her to a large frame in the standing position.  It
feels a little weird referring to that sexy young woman as grandma.

   I glanced at mom and she looked like she had a fever.  Her forehead was
sweaty and her eyes looked glazed over.  She was getting off on this!  We
had only watched three or four minutes of it and it looked like she was
about to have an orgasm!

   Brad had noticed too.  He moved over and sat behind her on the bed.  He
leaned down and kissed the back of her neck and his hands went around her
and lifted her top.

   She moaned as his hands cupped her tits but other than that she ignored
him and stared at the TV.  But Brad apparently didn't want to be ignored.
He snared her engorged nipples between his thumbs and his forefingers and
began to squeeze so hard that it hurt me to watch.  As he squeezed he
leaned forward again and this time he didn't kiss her neck.  He bit it.  He
bit it hard and he squeezed her nipples so hard that it looked like they
were going to pop.  It must have hurt like hell!

   It was a good thing that I was standing so close to them.  I could see
it coming.  I saw the intake of breath and I just knew that she was going
to scream.  I quickly clapped my hand over her mouth and she screamed long
and loud before she shuddered as her lust overtook her and she passed out.

   She went limp in Brad's arms and her head lolled around.  Her mouth hung
open and drool was running down and dripping off of her chin.  Brad got
scared but I was pretty sure she was okay.  She had just had a
super-orgasm.

   Brad scooted back and let her recline on her back.  I watched her as
consciousness returned and I had to admit I was more than a little jealous.
In a short time I had come to really enjoy sex and the wonderful orgasms
that I had had.  But I knew that I had never experienced anything like what
I had just seen.  It took her several minutes to recover.

   It's a damned good thing that I had been there to hold my hand over her
mouth.  If dad had heard her and come racing up here there would have been
no way to explain all of this.

   Mom finally regained her senses and sat up.  She looked at Brad in
wonder for a moment and then she whispered, "Thank you Brad.  I am never
going to forget that.  It was..."

   She couldn't finish.  There was no way to describe it.

   She looked back at the TV finally and said, "Back it up a little.  I
think I missed something."

   Brad and I laughed and he backed it up to where she had lost control.

   We were watching those men tormenting our grandmother when she was in
her early twenties for several more minutes when suddenly mom grabbed the
remote from Brad and shut it off.

   She sat up with a stricken look on her face and said, "Oh my god!  What
am I doing?!  This stuff, these magazines, these...these fantasies!  These
are the things that got me, got us into this mess to start with!  I don't
want you kids to be like me!"

   I saw how disturbed she was, but I thought that it was a little late to
worry about that at this stage of the game.  I smiled at her and said,
"Relax mom.  I see your point.  But it's a little too late to worry about
it now.  We have already been exposed to it.  And for Christ's sake, I'm
living it next door.  I understand that you want to protect us.  But this
cat is already out of the bag.  You can't put it back.  Even if you had
someplace safe to stash all of this stuff and hide it from us, you can't
turn off the internet.  And let's face it.  There is no hiding place around
this house that is big enough for all of this stuff that dad wouldn't run
across it.  Now give Brad back the remote.  It's a man thing.  You know
better than to touch a man's remote."

   She laughed and reluctantly admitted, "I guess you're right Lisa.  I
can't make you forget about what you already have been exposed to and I
can't protect you from that pervert next door.  I'm sorry.  As usual with
me, too little, too late."

   She handed the remote back to Brad and said, "I'm sorry for touching
your `man thing' Brad.  Well, I'm sorry for touching that one anyway.  I
kind of liked touching the other one."

   Brad smiled and replied, "And I want you to feel free to touch it
whenever the need arises, mom."

   He sat back against his headboard and pulled mom in between his legs so
that she was leaning back against his chest.  Then he started the VCR
again.

   We watched the entire four hour movie.  The four hour video tape had
apparently been made from the action from two different days, or sessions.
Sometimes grandpa was doing things to her and sometimes it was other
people. But it was always her that was in bondage or being whipped or
tortured or fucked violently.

   At the end of each session though, when she was released from her bonds
and everyone was sitting around relaxing over a drink, she was laughing and
smiling and she looked quite content.  She looked sore, but happy.  There
could be no question, our grandmother was a masochist.  She loved what they
did to her.

   I looked at the clock when the tape ended and said, "Uh oh.  We had
better get downstairs.  Supper was supposed to be an hour ago.  Dad will be
up here to find out why someone hasn't fed him."

   We all stood up and got ready to go downstairs.  Brad said, "I'll start
putting this on DVDs tonight, before they degrade any further.  Then we can
destroy these big, bulky tapes.  The DVDs will be a lot easier to stash."

   Mom liked that idea but she asked, "What about that stuff?"

   We looked at the boxes of S&M gear and leather clothing and I suggested,
"Why don't we go through that stuff tomorrow and see what we want to keep.
What we don't want or can't use we can drop in a dumpster somewhere so that
no one will know that it came from us."

   We went downstairs after agreeing on that plan of action.  We found out
why dad wasn't upset about missing supper.  He was asleep in front of his
ball game.  We left him that way until supper was ready.

   After supper mom and I cleaned up the kitchen.  Brad went up to start
transferring the tapes to DVD.  I was going to go up and watch him but my
cell phone rang.  I answered it and I almost screamed out loud when I heard
Sean's voice.

   I didn't even ask him how he got my number.  He knew everything else
about me.  I wasn't surprised at this.

   He ordered me to come next door.  He told me that if anyone asked,
meaning my father, I was to say that I was going for a walk around the
block.

   I told my mom where I was going though.  I didn't have to worry about
telling dad.  He wouldn't even know that I was gone.

   Mom looked worried but I smiled and said, "I'll be alright.  Don't worry
mom." I said it with more confidence than I felt though.

   I went to Sean's back gate and waited.  He let me stand there for a
couple of minutes before he opened it and let me in.  I followed him to his
usual seat at the patio table.  He sat down and said, "Strip cunt."

   That didn't take long.  I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts.  This
was the third time I had undressed for him and I would have thought that by
now it would be getting easier.  Well, I suppose it was a little easier,
but not very damned much.

   When I was naked he tossed a seat cushion on the patio at his feet and
gestured at it.

   I dropped to my knees on the cushion and he lifted his butt off of his
chair and said, "Pull my shorts off."

   I worked them off and put them on the table beside me.  I waited for him
to order me to suck his cock but he just sat their grinning and watching
me. I guess he was waiting for me.  I didn't want to do it.  But I would
rather get him off and go home than drag this out any longer than
necessary.

   I leaned forward and began to lick his balls and then his quickly
growing cock.  By the time I took his cock into my mouth it was fully
erect. I had gotten a little more experience lately with Brad and Larry and
Gordy.  But Sean's cock was bigger and nastier and sucking his large cock
was only slightly easier this time.

   I had a little more than half of his cock in my mouth and I was using my
hand on the rest of it.  I was feeling pretty proud of myself actually.  I
was taking more of his cock than last time and I wasn't gagging at all.

   But of course he wasn't satisfied.  He stopped me when I had as much of
his cock in my mouth as I could manage and held my head in place.  He moved
my hand down and said, "Keep your hand right where it is." There was about
a one inch gap between my lips and my hand.

   His grin got a little wider and he said, "I don't know how long it takes
you to walk around the block slut.  But you aren't leaving here tonight
until your lips touch your hand."

   I almost panicked then.  My hand held only the very base of his cock
now. That must mean that I would have to get at least seven inches of his
fat cock into my mouth.  I knew that it wouldn't fit.  So that meant that
he wasn't going to let me leave here tonight until I could take his cock
into my throat.

   I already had tears in my eyes from struggling with the amount of his
cock that I had managed to force into my mouth.  So he couldn't see that I
had started crying.  I was terrified all over again.  But I had to try.

   I started honestly trying to force the head of his fat cock into my
throat.  I swallowed and I pushed with all of my might.  The pain was
incredible but I tried and I tried, all to no avail.  It just wouldn't go.

   He shook his head and said, "You are one worthless cunt!  You can't
follow one simple order.  I warned you about disobeying me.  Didn't I
cunt?"

   I mumbled, "Yes master." But I still had his cock in my mouth and it
wasn't intelligible.

   He finally pushed me away and said, "I'll punish you later.  We don't
have time for that tonight.  I call you over here for a simple blowjob and
you can't even do that right!  Worthless cunt!"

   He stood up and bent down and picked me up in his arms.  I was crying
too hard to say anything.  Not that anything I said would matter.  I was
intelligent enough to know that he was just playing with me.

   He dropped me hard onto the picnic table.  It knocked the breath out of
me.  He pulled me down until my head was hanging down off the end and said,
"I won't have a slave that can't suck my cock right.  I would be
embarrassed to have you suck off one of my friends like that.  It's time
you learned your trade.  This is one of the few things that your sorry ass
is good for.  You're going to learn to do it right."

   He forced his hard cock head in between my lips.  I was already having
trouble breathing.  He had knocked the breath out of me when he threw me
down on the table and I was crying hard.  I had been worried before but he
was being so violent that it really scared me now.

   I brought my arms up, not to fight him but to protect myself.  When I
did he slapped my right tit so hard that I screamed around the head of his
cock which now filled my mouth.  I didn't scream because I was scared or
startled either.  It hurt like hell!

   He growled, "Put your fucking arms down at your sides and do not move
them.  If I have to tell you again you will regret it."

   I was sobbing around his cock and my eyes were so full of tears that I
couldn't see.  But I was too afraid of him to disobey.  I rested my arms on
the table beside me and he started fucking my mouth.

   It was horrible!  It hurt like hell.  Every brutal stroke banged into
the back of my mouth and forced the back of my head against the edge of the
table.  I had never been in so much pain in my life.  But I had never been
so scared either.  I reached my arms out and gripped the sides of the table
to keep myself from raising them to defend myself.

   His cock continued to batter the entrance to my throat to no avail.  He
was getting frustrated and impatient and the violence of his strokes seemed
to be increasing.  I just knew that he was going to damage me.

   His hands came to rest on my tits and he started squeezing and twisting
them painfully.  I screamed around his cock again but he ignored my
suffering.  Hell, he was probably enjoying it.

   His fingers moved up and grasped my nipples and began to pull and
squeeze.  It felt like he was trying to lift me right up off of the table.
I screamed again and when I did something happened.  Something gave.  His
cock slid right down into my throat!

   I lost it then.  I panicked.  I knew that this had been his goal but I
didn't think it would happen.  And the pain was unbearable.

   I started struggling again.  It was a reflex, I couldn't help myself.

   He grabbed my arms and held them down on the table and growled, "You'll
pay for that, cunt.  You'll pay big time for disobeying me."

   All this time he had been holding his cock in my throat and I was almost
unconscious.  I couldn't breathe.

   He finally started pulling his cock out slowly.  He pulled it all the
way out to my lips and I gasped desperately for air.  He let me suck in a
few loud, painful lungs full of life giving oxygen and then he rammed his
cock back into my throat.  It caught at the entrance at first and I
screamed in pain.  When I screamed it slid into me again.  He kept doing
this over and over until I couldn't even scream anymore.  My mouth was full
of cock and no one but Sean heard my screams anyway.

   At first he left his cock buried in my throat until I thought I was
going to pass out on every stroke.  But then, when it started sliding down
a little easier, easier for him, not me, he started fucking my throat just
like he would my pussy.

   At first the pain was indescribable.  I had nothing to relate it to.  I
had never suffered like this in my life.  But after a few minutes of this
torture my throat started getting numb.  I was able to concentrate on
timing his thrusts so that I could gulp down air instead of the pain.

   It went on for a long time.  Towards the end he started talking to me
while he fucked me.  I wanted to yell at him to concentrate on what he was
doing, to get this over with!  But of course I wasn't even sure if I would
ever talk again.

   He began to comment on how much he enjoyed my orgy yesterday.  He told
me that I was turning into a regular little cum slut.  A pretty, sexy,
fuckable, sixteen year old cock slut.  He said that I was going to be the
perfect cum dump when he was through training me.  I was going to be his
creation.

   That was as far as he got before he held his cock buried in my throat
and I realized that he was cumming right down my throat.

   It took him so long that I was starting to panic again.  But just before
I passed out I managed to get a little air through my nose.  It wasn't
easy. I had been crying hysterically and my sinuses were all stuffed up and
my head was hanging down.  But somehow I managed to suck a little air in
and I calmed down a little.

   He finally pulled his softening cock out very slowly.  He wiped it on my
face and left me lying there on the table.  He went over to his chair and
picked up his drink and had a couple of sips.  Then he came back over and
stood looking down at me and smiling.

   He stared at me for a few minutes before he said, "I hope you recover
quickly, cunt.  You are going to have to do that again on Monday.  You and
your mother cunt too.  Now get the fuck up and get out of here.  You look
like shit.  You disgust me."

   I slowly managed to sit up and climb down off of the table.  I went over
and picked up my clothes.  I started to pull my shorts on but he snapped at
me, "I said get the fuck out of here you stupid cunt!  I'm tired of looking
at you!"

   I tried to speak.  I wanted to tell him that it was in his best
interests for me to dress here.  He didn't want my father to see me like
this.  But I couldn't speak.  When I tried the pain was unbearable and not
even a whisper escaped.

   So I picked up my shirt and my shorts and my sandals and walked to the
gate.  I opened it slowly and peeked out before I stepped through and
closed it behind me.  I moved into the corner between the house and the
fence and dropped my clothes on the ground.  It wasn't quite dark yet but I
felt relatively safe here.  I put my shorts on and slipped into my sandals.
I wiped my face with my shirt and then put it on.

   I wanted to go running home and get someone to put their arms around me
and comfort me.  But I realized that was a bad idea.  If my father saw me
like this he would freak out.  And it would be even worse if Brad saw me.
He would feel that he had to do something.  And there was nothing that he
could do that wouldn't make things worse.

   I snuck into our backyard and sat on a lawn chair until I calmed down.
When I thought I had myself under control I went to the patio door.  I
looked in and saw that no one was in the kitchen.

   The patio door was locked so I hurried around to the side door and went
in.  I got a glass of ice water and went upstairs before anyone could see
me.  I went to the bathroom and got some Tylenol and some sore throat spray
and hurried to my room before anyone even knew I was home.

   I sprayed my throat and then I took the pills.  I had a hell of a time
swallowing them.  It hurt so bad that I just knew that something in me was
damaged.  I sprayed more of the throat spray in my throat and then I sat on
my bed and tried not to cry.

   I guess mom heard me come in.  She came to my room a few minutes later.
She had a worried look on her face.  She sat on the side of my bed and
asked me if I was alright and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.  I
started crying and she reached down and pulled me into her arms and hugged
me.  I really, really needed that.

   She waited until the tears had abated and then she asked me what
happened.  I didn't want to talk about it but even if I did when I tried so
speak I managed only a raspy, painful sound that was unintelligible.

   Mom looked scared when she heard me and exclaimed, "What did he do to
you?!"

   I managed to point to my throat and croak a single word, "Cock."

   She groaned and stood up.  She looked like she was going to cry.  She
squeezed my hand and said, "I'll be right back."

   She was back in five minutes with a cup of hot tea.  The first few
swallows hurt like hell but I realized that it was helping.  I felt my
throat relaxing and the pain easing.  By the time I finished the cup of tea
I was capable of a raspy approximation of speech.

   I sipped the hot tea and we sat together in silence.  I couldn't talk
and I guess there was nothing that my mother could say.  She didn't seem
upset, just sad.

   I was upset.  This was her fantasy, not mine.  Sean should be tormenting
her.  But then I guess that was why it was so much more fun for him to
torment me.  He knew that I hated it so much.

   I finished my tea and she offered to get me another.  I declined.  I
just wanted to sleep and hope that when I woke up in the morning I would
feel better.

   She took the cup and left the room.  I got up and undressed and went to
bed.  I tried not to think about all of this stuff.  But my mind had its
own agenda.  Before I went to sleep I thought about the movies that we had
watched today and the things that my grandmother had been subjected to. 
Many of them had been much worse, much more painful than what Sean had just
done to me.  But she had enjoyed what they did to her!

   Well, maybe that isn't the right way to put it.  She had suffered a
great deal of pain during some of the things that they did to her.  But she
had also had several orgasms and when it was over she had been happy and
smiling.

   I realized that my mother was like that.  She got turned on by sexual
abuse and torment.  I couldn't help feeling sorry for her.  But I wasn't
sure if that was because she was so warped or because she was so warped and
married to the least kinky man in the world.

   Unfortunately, I went to sleep thinking about those things and I dreamt
about those movies.  Except in my dreams I was the woman being tied up and
tortured for their sexual pleasure.  My mother might have enjoyed those
dreams.  They were nightmares for me.

   I woke up Sunday morning and took a quick shower.  I didn't try to talk
until I was back in my room.  I was afraid to.  I was aware of a slight
discomfort when I swallowed, but nothing like what I had experienced last
night.

   I closed my door and took my robe off.  I went to my dresser to get out
some underwear and a pair of shorts to wear today.  But before I did I
stared at myself in my mirror and finally tried to speak.  There was some
minor pain and I sounded a little raspy.  I was surprised though.  It
really wasn't that bad.  I was relieved that I could talk and swallow
normally.  But I was worried about what that asshole had planned for me on
Monday.

   He had told me that I would have to do it again on Monday.  I was forced
once more to consider whether I wouldn't be better off if I contacted the
police and admitted my part in the hit and run accident last year.

   The problem with that was I would also be forced to turn my two friends
in.  I probably could have told them about Tina.  But I couldn't do that to
my best friend Gail.  She had been just as much an innocent bystander as I
had in all this.  I would have to find some other way out of this.

   Sunday was a day of rest.  Dad spent the day watching sports.  Brad
showed me how to copy the tapes onto DVD and he went off to be with his
friends.  I grinned to myself as I imagined the conversation when they got
together after our orgy on Friday.  I doubt if they would be talking about
sports today.

   I went into Brad's room every few hours and checked on the DVDs.  I
watched a few minutes of the tapes every now and then to make sure that
they were playing alright.  I saw some pretty shocking behavior.  I had
been pretty close to my grandparents before they sold their home and moved
into the condo, or at least I thought that I had.  I think now that I
didn't know them at all.  It was amazing to me that they were the kind of
people that did those things that I was witnessing and I didn't have a
clue. But then, neither did my mother.  At least she had no clue beyond
those magazines she had found.  But she had just assumed that those had
been her dad's secret stash.  She had no idea that her mother was such a
freak.

   Sean left us alone on Sunday except that he called me on my cell phone
just after lunch.  I was lying in bed reading and he ordered me to take my
clothes off and stay naked until I had to go down for supper.

   I had gotten so used to the idea that he might be watching me at any
time through my window that I wasn't even bothered by it.  I undressed and
got back in bed and quickly forgot all about him.  I couldn't see into his
window in the afternoon because of the glare.  So I wasn't aware that there
were half a dozen boys from my school sitting in the room across the way
watching me undress and lay around in the nude.  I wouldn't find out until
tomorrow afternoon.

   I got dressed when it was time to go down and help my mother with
dinner. She had checked on me a couple of times during the day and seemed
relieved that I was doing better after the trauma of yesterday evening. 
Neither of us talked about tomorrow.  There wasn't much that we could say.
We were both afraid.  I knew that in that secret, warped place inside of
her my mother was also looking forward to it.  But I wasn't.  For me it was
all dread.

   The next morning, after dad left for work, mom, Brad and I sat at the
kitchen table.  Brad told us about yesterday.  Larry and Gordy had only
been able to talk about one thing all day long.  They bugged Brad
constantly about setting up another orgy.  He promised that he would but
said that he couldn't tell them when yet.  He would have to check with us.

   We didn't mind.  But first we would have to survive whatever Sean had in
mind for us today and find out what he had scheduled for later.  Our time
was not our own.

   Brad had been invited to join in the fun and games today.  Or at least
he had been invited over to watch.  We tried to talk him out of it.  Mom
and I were both afraid that it was going to be rough and he might try to do
something stupid and get hurt or make things worse for us.

   But he was afraid for us and thought that if he was there Sean might
think twice before getting carried away.  We couldn't talk him out of going
so at the appointed time the three of us stood at Sean's back gate and
waited to be admitted.

   Sean actually seemed glad that Brad was with us.  He let us in and
closed the gate behind us.  He had called us earlier and ordered my mother
and me to wear our new slutty bathing suits under a matching pair of micro
miniskirts and sheer blouses and those painful slut shoes with the leather
straps around our calves.

   I thought that we looked like caricatures of male fantasies and not
really sexy at all.  But Sean was satisfied.

   We were offered seats at the table and Sean even offered us drinks.  In
fact, he insisted.  We all asked for soft drinks and he went into the house
and came back and served us.  Then he sat with us while we sipped our
drinks.  While we were sitting there Sean pulled a paper out of his pocket
and then asked me if I knew any of the boys who were listed on it.

   I took the paper and saw the names of six boys from my class last year.
I knew all of them.  I had been going to school with most of them since
kindergarten.

   I nodded my head and then remembered in time.  "Yes master.  I know them
all."

   He smiled and said, "They were visiting me yesterday.  In fact, they
were in my spare bedroom yesterday afternoon for a couple of hours.  That's
the room that looks out on your bedroom.  They had a very pleasant time but
I'm afraid that they got very horny.  But we are going to take care of that
later this afternoon.  After the party is over they are coming back over so
that you and your mother can entertain them.

   I had felt the blood drain from my face and a cold chill wash over me
when he told me that they had watched me undress and lie on my bed in the
nude yesterday for their entertainment.  I knew all of those boys!

   I shuddered at the realization that my life at school was going to be
hell from now on.  By the time the next school year started in the fall,
half of the kids in town would know about it.  And watching me was just the
prelude to what was going to happen this afternoon.  From this day forward
I was going to be the school slut.

   Sean asked me about my throat and I told him that it was still sore.  He
asked me if I could do it again and I replied honestly that I didn't know.

   He stood up and pulled his trunks down and said, "We might as well find
out.  I don't want you embarrassing me later."

   I reluctantly stood and dropped my seat cushion at his feet.  I knelt
and stared down at his soft cock with considerably more fear than I had
viewed it in the past.  I received no orders so I leaned down and began to
lick his balls and then, as it hardened, his long, fat shaft.  When it was
erect I placed my lips around the crown and began working them down, a
little further with each stroke.

   I was still trying to force the head of his cock into my throat when
Sean turned to my mother and ordered her to go open the gate.  She tore her
eyes away from what I was doing and glanced at the monitor.  She got up and
hurried to the gate and let in the two men with the cameras who had been
here for my very first rape.

   They came over and watched me struggling to swallow Sean's cock.  They
made a few derogatory comments and offered to let me warm up on their
smaller cocks.

   Sean laughed and said, "She can do it.  I guess she just needs a little
help to get started." As he said that his hands gripped my head and he
pulled my face down violently into his lap while thrusting up with his
hips.

   It was painful, but it worked.  I found myself with his fat cock once
more buried in my throat.  It hurt like hell but not as bad as it had on
Saturday night.  And he didn't make me do it for long.  He had to force it
into my throat twice more but after that I was able to do it on my own. 
The pain was excruciating.  But I could do it.

   He pushed me away after I had managed it on my own a few times.  I wiped
the tears from my eyes and I saw the mixed emotions on my mother's face. 
She obviously felt bad that I was being so mistreated.  But I couldn't help
but see that she was aroused.  I sighed and tried to remind myself that it
wasn't her fault.

   I was surprised that Brad hadn't said or done anything.  I looked over
at him and I saw the tortured expression on his face.  But there was
something else too.  I couldn't figure it out until Sean said, "Don't count
on much help from your little brother today, Lisa.  I put a muscle relaxant
in his drink.  He is awake and aware but he won't be able to move until
late this afternoon.  All he can do is sit back and watch the show.  But
before we get started I want to get some special shots.  I want to make
sure that he doesn't get any funny ideas later and start making trouble."

   He turned to his cameramen and said, "You guys get set up and when you
are ready I want to get something on film.  I don't want it going out
though.  Let me know when you are ready."

   They unpacked their cameras and plugged in the cables just like the
first time.  They turned the cameras on and adjusted them and said, "Okay
Sean, we're ready to roll."

   Sean smiled and said, "Okay, get this on film."

   He turned to my mother and me and said, "You bitches get up and undress
Brad.  I want him naked."

   I had a bad feeling about this and so did Brad.  I saw the concern in
his eyes.  Mom and I got up and went to him.  We worked together to remove
his clothing.  I hated doing this.  I was afraid for Brad and I wanted to
protect him, not assist in whatever evil plan Sean had for him.  But it
always came down to the same thing.  We had no choice.

   We struggled to get his shorts and his underwear off and removed his
sandals with them.  When he was naked we stepped back and the cameramen
came in for a close-up.

   Sean ordered me to suck Brad's cock and once I had begun and they had
gotten some close-ups of that mom was ordered to hold his hand between her
legs so that it looked like he was fingering her.  When he was satisfied,
Sean stepped up and forced Brad's mouth open with his fingers.  Then he
forced the head of his cock into Brad's mouth and ordered the cameramen to
get a lot of pictures, omitting only Sean's face.

   While they were filming him, Sean began to saw the first couple of
inches of his cock in and out of Brad's mouth.  He waited until they had
gotten it all on film and then he said, "Well Brad.  Looks like you're my
bitch now too.  Unless you want those pictures circulating around the
school that is.  Remember this the next time you threaten me you little
shit.  You're lucky I'm not into boys.  Because you'd really hate it if I
threw you over that table and shoved my fat cock up your cute little ass.
But then, you never know what will happen.  There are going to be a lot of
men dropping by here today.  It might happen yet."

   Sean pulled his cock out of Brad's mouth and even though his muscles
were impaired the despair on his face was apparent.  Sean laughed when he
saw my concern and said, "You have a lot more than your brother's
reputation to worry about today cunt.  But you might want to remember that
his life is in my hands now when things get a little rough later on."

   They turned the cameras off and Sean offered the cameramen the use of
his two cunts before the action got started.  He stipulated that they would
have to use our mouths.  He didn't want us getting messed up before the
party started.

   We soon found ourselves kneeling in front of the camera men.  I was
forced to practice my deep throat skills on the slightly smaller and
thinner cock that I was ordered to service.  It was still painful but not
as bad as it had been with Sean's fat dick.

   My mother watched me for a moment before she was forced to learn how to
perform that same service on the other camera man.  She struggled nearly as
much as I had saturday night, but the man she was forced to allow to fuck
her face didn't seem to mind at all.  He ignored her struggles and forced
his cock into her throat and soon he was fucking her throat just like the
other man was doing to me.

   The cameramen came in our throats and then joined Sean at the patio
table.  Sean ordered us to go inside and rinse our mouths out and then the
three of them sat around and ignored us.

   It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes before men started arriving.
There were seven of them.  They were all cut from the same cloth.  They
were in their late forties or early fifties and they were all sleazy.  They
were overweight to various degrees and they were greasy looking.  They were
also loud and crude and cruel.

   Sean introduced us to them as his newest sluts and pointed out my
helpless brother.  Throughout the afternoon I would see several of them
torment him in ways that were too disgusting to talk about.  But my mother
and I had more immediate problems.  Our own day of torment was at hand.

   As soon as the seven men had been told our names and our relationship we
were thrown to the wolves.  They manhandled us roughly, kissing and groping
and shoving and joking with each other as they enjoyed their complete
control over us.

   We weren't given their names.  But I overheard many of the conversations
over the next few hours and I learned that these were the executives of the
adult businesses that would be handling our movie careers and our careers
in the sex show business.  My mother and I were going to be forced to
entertain groups of men, putting on sex shows and then putting out for the
customers.  We would also be forced to dance in clubs during the day in an
attempt to increase the daytime business.  We were basically being turned
into porn stars and prostitutes.

   But I didn't hear all of their plans.  My mother and I were soon being
stripped and raped over and over in the most brutal fashion.  From time to
time we were forced to clean each other before the rapes started again.

   We both lost our last cherries that day.  Our asses were raped over and
over.  Once the men were sexually satisfied they started posing us in
sexual tableaus.  We were photographed in all sorts of disgusting and
painful positions.  They began a competition to see how many cocks they
could force into us at one time.  There were several instances where I had
a cock in my ass, my pussy, in each of my hands and two men forced their
cocks into my mouth.  They seemed to get a big kick out of it though they
were only semi hard and apparently through cumming in us for the day.

   They did the same thing to my mother and I was unable to control my
disgust when she achieved orgasm several times.

   The men finally finished with us and sat around and relaxed for a little
while and sipped on beer and talked business.  During this time, after we
had cleaned up, we were passed from lap to lap and forced to listen to our
future of sexual abuse and humiliation being discussed.

   The men finally left.  It was a little after one in the afternoon.  Mom
and I were ordered to shower and put our skirts and blouses and heels back
on.  When we had obeyed the second act of the afternoon began.

   We were sitting at the table waiting.  I knew that there was more to
come.  We had not been sent home, but a worse sign was that the cameramen
were still here and still had their cameras on and ready to record.

   I saw movement at the gate in the monitor and Sean sent me to open the
gate.  He ordered me to smile and be friendly, but I was certain that
wasn't going to happen.  I had recognized the kids from my school on the
monitor.

   I opened the gate and there were the six kids that had been watching me
naked in my room yesterday and four more as well.  I knew them all.  I knew
them well.  I had never been so embarrassed in my life and I don't think
that I ever would be again.  My friends were standing there in silence and
staring at my breasts which were on display through the sheer blouse I had
on.  But worst of all was that one of the boys was the boy I had a crush
on. The boy that I fantasized about when I lay in bed and dreamed about
being loved.  It was Casey.

   Our eyes met and I saw him staring at me in disbelief.  I couldn't smile
but I managed not to cry as I pulled the gate all the way open and stood
back to admit them.

   They entered one at a time, each moving past me slowly, taking time to
stare at my breasts as they did.

   I closed the gate when they were all inside.  Casey had stopped and was
waiting for me.  When I turned around he whispered, "I don't understand."

   I felt my eyes tearing up and I wiped them away with my arms.  I glanced
at Sean and I saw how much he was enjoying this.  The cameras were rolling
and I was about to be raped by more than half of the boys in my class.  I
looked back at Casey and whispered, "I don't have a choice."

   I saw that he could hear the anguish and the desperation in my voice. 
He was disturbed and he said, "I don't want to be a part of this.  I'm
leaving."

   I grabbed his hand and said, "NO!  No, you can't Casey.  He can't know I
said anything.  He will just make it worse.  He's a monster."

   I saw the indecision on his face and I said, "It's okay Casey.  I'd
rather it be with you than anyone else.  I'm sorry you have to see me like
this.  But my life is over now anyway.  I have been raped all morning and
I'm going to be raped all afternoon.  At least when it is you it will be
with someone I have dreamed about."

   I was embarrassed that I had said so much.  I blushed and said, "I
mean..."

   I hesitated and finally I realized it didn't matter.  I said, "I have
had a crush on you for a long time Casey.  I'm sorry that it is going to
end like this."

   The concern on his face was touching.  He said, "I have had a crush on
you too.  Why does it have to end now that I know that you like me too?"

   I laughed wryly.  I shook my head and said, "Casey, I don't even like me
anymore.  You can't possibly want anything to do with a girl that has done
what I have done in the last week.  And you wouldn't believe what he has
planned for me.  I don't think I'm going to survive this."

   He said, "Leave!  Leave right now with me."

   I looked down and said, "I can't Casey.  He's blackmailing me.  He's
blackmailing all three of us now.  I'm not here because I want to be."

   Sean was enjoying my suffering.  He had read my emails and he knew that
I had a crush on Casey.  But he was getting impatient and he called me over
to join him and the other nine boys, some of whom were already undressing
my mother and exploring her body.

   I lost track of Casey but he wasn't among the throng of my classmates
who surrounded me and began to grope me roughly before quickly removing my
two articles of clothing.

   I was soon on my hands and knees in the grass beside my mother and both
of us were raped by the boys who had lined up at either end to wait their
turns impatiently.  They had each vented their lust on us.  They were horny
sixteen year old boys and most of them were probably virgins.  It hadn't
taken long but unfortunately they were recovering quickly.  I was soon the
object of the line that had already fucked my mother and the boys that had
raped me were now lined up to enjoy my mother's charms.

   I knelt there mindlessly servicing two boys at a time.  I wasn't
thinking about them though.  It was humiliating and degrading.  But I was
concerned about my new career as a porn star and a prostitute.  My life was
indeed over.  I couldn't go back to school now.  Not after this.  And no
boy in their right mind would every see me as anything but a piece of ass
now.

   I was crying quietly as I sucked the cocks that were forced into my
mouth.  Although I was getting sore I was ignoring the cocks in my pussy.
They needed nothing but a warm orifice to jerk off with.  I wasn't even a
person to them now.

   I was just wondering if Casey had fucked me yet when there was a
commotion at the gate.  I couldn't see what was going on because of the
boys surrounding me and the tears in my eyes.

   There was some shouting and a lot of confusion and suddenly I was being
pulled to my feet and wrapped in a blanket by a woman in a police uniform.

   I saw Sean and the cameramen being roughly thrown up against a wall and
handcuffed.  Sean was shouting threats but he was ignored and roughly taken
away by two large cops.

   I was allowed to sit on the diving board and rest and collect my
thoughts for a few minutes.  While I was sitting there crying someone sat
beside me and put his arm around me.  I tried to pull away until I heard
Casey say, "Lisa, it's going to be okay."

   I looked at him through my tears and I wished he was right.  But I knew
he wasn't.  This mess I was in couldn't be fixed.  My life was over.

   They transported my mother and my brother and me to the emergency room.
Brad was starting to come around but they kept him under observation for a
while.  Apparently the drug that he had been given was intended for
animals. But Brad recovered quickly and by the time they finished with the
rape kits for my mother and me, he was just a little woozy.

   We were given hospital gowns to wear at first.  After the nurse
collected all of the bodily fluids from our bodies we were given some of
our clothes to wear.  My father had brought them at the request of the
police.

   Once we were allowed to shower and dress, my mother and I both insisted
that we didn't need any medical care.  They took blood to test us for
diseases and told us that we would have to be tested regularly for a while.
Some of the more serious diseases that we might have been exposed to
wouldn't show up right away.

   We were taken to the police station when we refused further medical
treatment and all three of us were questioned until late in the night.  We
were allowed to go home but we were to return in the morning for more
questions.

   I found out that Casey had asked to use Sean's bathroom before the party
started and he locked himself in there and called is father, the Chief of
Police.  He told his dad what was going on but it took almost an hour for a
team to be assembled and drive to Sean's house.  In that time those nine
remaining teenagers had each had time to get their rocks off once and line
up for a second turn.

   That night, after we got home, my dad wouldn't talk to anyone.  He asked
if we were alright and then he went into the den and stayed there until it
was time for him to go to work in the morning.

   We had a quick breakfast in the morning but we didn't have much to say
to each other either.  I was surprised to find that there was nothing in
the morning paper about us.  It was a sensational story and a lot of people
knew about it.  I couldn't believe it wasn't spread all over the front
page.

   It turns out that the police had gone to extraordinary lengths to keep
it quiet.  Sean was facing a list of charges a mile long.  So were the two
cameramen.  They had also picked up the seven sleazy old men that had spent
the morning raping us and they were all under arrest of a long laundry list
of charges.

   The pictures of what happened were broadcast on the internet, but only
to paying customers who were being tracked down and hopefully scared into
silence.  I suppose that it is inevitable that some of those pictures are
going to show up though.

   My classmates were assigned attorneys and with my mother and me agreeing
to the terms they were released to their parents with the understanding
that if what happened became public they would all be picked up and charged
with rape, except for Casey of course.  He had stayed in the bathroom until
the police had arrived.

   Sean and his seven business partners have been put out of business. 
Their assets have been seized, including all copies of the video record of
the rapes of my mother and me.  It appears that they are going to plead
guilty and accept plea deals which will hopefully preserve our identities.

   It seems to me like far too many people are going to have to keep their
mouths shut.  I'll have to see it to believe it.  And even if they are
quiet about what happened to me, when school starts back in the fall I am
going to have to be in a room with nine boys who have raped me.  I am going
to have to interact with them for five days a week.  I am not sure how I am
going to handle that.

   Gail and Tina were picked up.  The prosecutor discussed the case with
the woman that Tina hit.  She freely admitted that she had been on her cell
phone and had walked right out in front of the car and she was glad that we
had been finally caught but she had no desire to ruin our lives.

   Tina was tried as a juvenile for taking the car and leaving the scene of
an accident but she was put on probation since she had never been in
trouble before and the records were sealed.  They were to be expunged as
long as she didn't reoffend before she turned eighteen.  She had to perform
community service but she already volunteered to work as a candy striper at
the hospital so they counted that as her community service.

   The prosecutor declined to prosecute Gail and me.  He said that I had
been punished enough and a trial would serve no purpose.  I was afraid that
Tina and Gail would be furious with me but it turned out that they were
glad it had come out.  They were glad it was over and they could put it
behind them.

   Mom was forced to take parenting classes and she did well.  But she
didn't change.  She still has her fantasies and they did nothing about
that. Brad and I don't mind though.  We are still closer to her than we
were before and we still love her.

   One of the stranger things that resulted in this was that dad didn't
leave us.  In fact, within a few days he acted like none of this had ever
happened.  That probably wasn't hard since we hardly interacted to start
with.  He would go to work, come home and eat and go watch TV and read the
paper, just like always.  He never spoke of it again.  He went back to
sleeping with my mother but as she dolefully pointed out later, he still
had no clue how to treat a submissive slut.

   Besides the fact that Sean and his partners were brought to justice, two
good things did come from this.  I now had a great relationship with my
mother and my brother.

   But the thing that really shocked me was that not long after the dust
settled I was sitting in the park down the street from my house and
watching a baseball game when someone sat down beside me.

   I looked up to see Casey.  He sat down and acted as if he didn't realize
I was here.  I blushed furiously.  I hadn't seen him since that day and I
dreaded the look that I expected to see on his face when I finally ran into
him.  Now the time was here.

   He ignored me for a few minutes and watched the game.  Then, without
turning to look at me he calmly asked, "So you have a crush on me huh?"

   I covered my face in my hands and started crying.  I knew that I never
had a chance with him now.  Not after what he knew about me and about what
I had done.  So I was a little shocked when he put his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me close.  I looked up at him and I couldn't believe
it.  I saw concern, not revulsion or disgust.

   I looked at him and sobbed, "I don't understand."

   I didn't.  How could he feel anything for me after what he knew?!

   He put his other arm around me and held me close and said, "I know you
went through a lot Lisa.  I also know that it wasn't your fault.  I saw
your face that day.  I saw how much you hated what they were doing to you.
And when you told me that you had a crush on me it blew me away.  I have
been dying to ask you out since, god, it's been a year since I started
falling for you.  But you were so pretty and so smart and so popular that I
figured you wouldn't even know I exist."

   I continued to stare into his eyes.  I finally said, "But now, after
what you know, how can you stand to even sit beside me.  Casey, I can't
even stand to think about what I've done.  And think of what it will be
like when school starts again.  Oh god.  That is all I can think about. 
All those boys that..." I couldn't finish that thought.

   Casey continued to hold me close.  It felt nice.  I finally stopped
crying but I was still not sure what was going on.

   He asked, "Is it okay if I hold you?  I have wanted to do this for so
long."

   I answered breathlessly, "Oh yes!"

   Then I said, "But Casey, you know what I've done."

   He smiled and said, "I know what was done to you.  I don't care.  And I
have a confession.  Since that day I saw you in that blouse I have dreamt
about what I saw almost every night.  Does that make you mad?"

   I asked in a breathless whisper, "You dream about me?"

   He blushed and admitted, "Yeah, but you might not like the dreams I'm
having."

   I think I surprised us both when I chuckled and responded, "You might be
surprised what I like Casey."

   And then he kissed me!

   I was stunned at first but I brought my arms up and put them around his
neck and kissed him the way that I had dreamed about doing for so long.  We
kissed for a long time before I pulled back and looked at his face.  I just
didn't understand.  I saw honest affection there.  I thought I knew boys
pretty well by this time.  Boys enjoyed taking advantage of girls like me.
They didn't like them.  They didn't love them.

   I buried my face in his shirt and said, "Casey, we need to talk.  I
don't understand this.  I don't understand how you can still want me."

   We did talk.  We spent the rest of the day talking.  I started to get to
know the real Casey and he was even more wonderful than I thought he was.
He really wasn't bothered by what I had done, or had done to me.  He
admitted that some of it even turned him on and he felt bad about that.  So
I felt safe admitting that some of it had turned me on too.

   He wanted to ask me out.  He did ask me out.  I wanted to jump all over
him but first I thought that it was important that he know the entire
story, even the parts that were still a secret.

   I called my mom and told her that I was going out for a hamburger with
Casey and I would be a little late coming home.  She didn't even sound
surprised.  She wished me well and told me to have fun.

   We walked up to the main road and went to a burger place.  We got some
food and sat outside where we could talk.  I told him that he didn't know
everything yet and before I could go out with him I thought that he needed
to know the rest of the story.

   He insisted that he didn't care but I thought that he might once he
heard me out.  So we ate a quiet meal and I tried to marshal my thoughts.
When our meal had been consumed I smiled and said, "So you really liked my
blouse that day?"

   He laughed and said, "I loved what was under it."

   I said, "Really?  You really think that I have nice tits?"

   He blushed but replied, No, I don't think that you have nice tits.  I
recognize that you have nice tits.  It's a matter of fact, not an opinion."

   I thought that was well put.  I asked, "And it doesn't bother you that
so many guys have seen them?"

   He looked at me and I could see that he was afraid that if he was honest
about what he was thinking then I would be upset.  I thought the best way
to dispel that myth would be by being honest.

   I said, "Casey, you don't know everything yet.  I didn't just have sex
with those men and with the nine kids that came to Sean's house that day.
He made me have sex with my brother.  He did it to punish me.  The problem
was that I liked it.  I liked it and I'm still doing it.  I love my
brother. Not like a boyfriend or a lover or something.  But I love him and
I enjoy having sex with him.  We are still doing it."

   I expected that that little confession would be the straw that put an
end to any of Casey's romantic notions about me.  So I was a little
surprised to see that he was fascinated and he started asking for details.
I also noticed that his jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight.  This was
turning him on!

   I had one last confession to make.  I thought that I had best strike
while he was aroused and might find it titillating as well.  I took a deep
breath and said, "One last confession and then you'll know everything about
me.  Sean also made me have sex with Brad's two best friends, Larry and
Gordy.  And about once every week or two my mother and I invite them over
for a little party during the day.  If you still want to go out with me now
I would love to.  And I will give you my word that from now on I won't have
sex with any of them."

   He reached out and held my hand for a moment.  Then he guided it to the
bulge in his jeans and asked, "I don't suppose I would be welcome at one of
these parties?"

   He just kept surprising me!

   I wrapped my hand around the impressive bulge in his pants and smiled.
He saw the confusion in my face and he said, "I think that we have more in
common than you realize.  During the summer I make a little extra money by
helping out with filing and paperwork at the police station.  When I had
some time alone I made a copy of the report about your case and all of the
statements that were in it.  I felt sorry for the things that happened to
you Lisa.  But Jesus!  Some of that shit turned me on so much.  I wouldn't
wish you any harm.  And I am embarrassed to admit it, but I would have
loved to have been able to get copies of the movies they made of you. 
Reading about those things turned me on so much.  So now you have a reason
to hate me."

   I smiled and said, "No shit?!  You got turned on?!"

   He blushed and nodded.  I slid closer on the bench and put my arms
around his neck and whispered, "When I get you alone I am going to fuck you
to death!"

   Once I realized that he was not the typical teenage boy I filled in some
of the details.  I told him about my mother's fantasies and how we had
begun to play around with them at our little parties with Larry and Gordy.
I told him about our new DVD collection.  Brad had finished putting the
tapes of our grandparents on disk.  Many of the later ones were in color
and of a pretty high quality.  They were pretty damned hot once you got
used to that kind of entertainment.

   My father was home and I couldn't take Casey back to my room, though I
wanted to desperately.  So instead we went back to the park and found a
private little clump of trees and shrubs and I showed him some of the
tricks that Sean had taught me.  I swallowed his huge load of cum and
invited him to my house as early as he could get there tomorrow.  He said
that he could be there right after my dad left for work and I told him to
come to my room and wake me up.  I promised him that it would be okay with
my mom.

   He walked me home then.  We took our time and held hands and I was so
happy that I had to fight to hold back the tears.  We kissed at the end of
my driveway and he left.  I went in the house and pulled my mother aside
and tried to control my excitement as I told her that Casey was coming over
in the morning and I wanted him to wake me up.  She hugged me and smiled
and said, "Oh Lisa!  I'm so happy for you.  He seems like such a nice boy."

   I looked at her and asked, "When did you meet him?"

   She smiled and said, "He came to the house yesterday while you were at
the park.  He was asking for you.  We talked for an hour before he went to
find you.  I really liked him."

   I said, "That's good, because I'm going to tell Brad to set up a party
for tomorrow.  Casey is invited."

   Her smile was all the response I needed.

   I went upstairs and went down to Brad's room.  He was watching one of
the DVDs he had just made.  I stood in his door and said, "It's okay if you
get turned on by that I guess.  But don't turn into your mother."

   He smiled and said, "That isn't something you have to worry about.  But
this beats anything that's on television right now."

   I stepped in and looked at what he was watching.  Our grandmother was
tied to a bench with two large black men fucking her violently.  I started
taking my clothes off and asked, "Could you use a little hand with that
little lump in your pants?"

   He laughed and said, "What do you mean little?!  And I would prefer a
little mouth to a little hand if you don't mind."

   When I was naked I helped him pull his pants down and I lay down between
his legs and started teasing his cock and balls with my tongue.  While I
was doing that I told him about Casey and asked him if he would invite
Larry and Gordy over tomorrow.

   He looked at me and said, "Are you sure he can handle that Lisa?  It
sounds like fun to me and I know Larry and Gordy are always ready.  But you
have the real hots for Casey.  Aren't you afraid of blowing it?"

   I shrugged and said, "If he can't handle it I need to find out now.  I
think I could really love him if he gave me the chance.  And after talking
with him I think he could love me.  But I'm not going to change for him. 
He knows about us, you and me.  And he knows about mom and Larry and Gordy.
If he comes here tomorrow and still wants to be with me when the day is
done then I think I've found the right guy for me.  That is a gamble worth
taking.  I sure as hell don't want to end up like mom, married to a man
like dad."

   I started to pay more attention then to giving my brother a nice, sexy
blowjob.  He leaned back and closed his eyes and soon he was filling my
mouth with a nice hot load.  I swallowed it easily and then I rested my
head on his belly and held his cock in my mouth.

   After a moment he pulled me up beside him and hugged me tight.  He
kissed me and said, "I hope this works out for you tomorrow.  I know how
much you like Casey.  I'll call the guys and invite them over tomorrow.  Is
it okay if I spend the night with you tonight?"

   I kissed him and said, "Not tonight.  I invited Casey over to wake me up
in the morning.  I told him about us and it turned him on.  But I want to
be alone with him in the morning.  Is that okay?"

   He smiled and said, "You are the one going to bed horny sweetheart."

   I said, "Thanks for understanding.  I'll make it up to you.  You know I
love sleeping with you."

   He said, "I know.  Don't worry about me.  I'm happy for you."

   I kissed him again and grabbed my clothes and returned to my room.  I
took a shower and went to bed early that night.  But it was a long time
before I got to sleep.  I lay in the dark for hours thinking about
tomorrow. Brad had been right about one thing.  I was so horny I almost
went back into Brad's room and raped him.

   I didn't though.  I stayed in my bed and thought about tomorrow morning
and imagined what it would be like to be able to please the boy that I had
dreamed about for over a year.  I wanted him to love me because I was
pretty sure that I loved him.  But I had learned a lesson from my mother's
marriage.  I was not about to repeat her mistakes.

   I don't know what time I finally went to sleep.  I only remember waking
up to find Casey sitting nervously on the side of my bed and looking down
at me.  I smiled and said, "Good morning Casey.  Did you have any trouble
finding my room?"

   He grinned and said, "This is the weirdest situation that I have ever
been in!  Your mother opened the door and let me in.  I never said a word.
She took my hand and pulled me up the stairs and brought me to your room.
She opened your door, kissed my cheek and said, `You two have fun,' and
then she pushed me in and left.  I have never had a girl's mother escort me
to her daughter's room so that I could make love to her before."

   I smiled and reached out and held his hand and said, "We are going to
make love?  I like the sound of that."

   I sat up and let the sheet fall away, exposing my breasts.

   He looked at them with a look of awe on his face that made me feel so
good.  I brought his hand closer and let it rest on my left tit and then I
rested my hand in his lap.  He explored my tits with a gentle, sensuous
touch for a few minutes before he said, "They are beautiful Lisa!  They're
perfect!  God!  You are so fucking hot!"

   I smiled at him.  His words were making me feel as hot as he thought I
looked.

   I gently pulled his hand away and got out of bed.  He stared at my naked
body until I pulled him to his feet and started undressing him.  He wasn't
wearing much and it didn't take long.  As soon as he was naked I wrapped my
arms around him and pressed my body against his and I know it was all in my
mind but it felt so different.  It was Casey!  I was finally making love to
Casey!  I wanted to scream it out loud.

   We fell back onto my bed and for the longest time we kissed and touched
and held each other.  I had enjoyed this before.  I enjoyed it with Brad
and with Larry and Gordy.  But not like this.  This wasn't just my body
enjoying being touched.  My heart was involved this time.  As much as I had
enjoyed having sex with Brad and his friends it couldn't compare to this. I
couldn't believe it myself.

   We made love for hours before we finally collapsed in each other's arms
and just lay together and exchanged loving little kisses.  We were
exhausted.  But we were happy.

   I suddenly remembered the party I had set up and I asked, "Have you
changed your mind about that little party?  Larry and Gordy are coming over
after lunch.  Do you still think you can handle seeing me getting fucked by
someone else?"

   He asked, "Does that bother you?  Does it upset you that I'm excited by
the idea of watching other guys touch you and fuck you?  I know it is kind
of weird."

   I smiled and said, "If you weren't excited by it we wouldn't have much
of a future.  I have learned that I don't ever want to end up in a marriage
like my mother did, married to a man who doesn't care much for sex and
doesn't have a clue about what turns me on.  I know we are too young to get
married.  But I'm not too young to start looking.  And I like the way you
look Casey."

   He kissed me and replied, "I kind of like the way you look too Lisa."

   I started covering his sweet face with kisses and then I said, "You know
Casey, there is one other hardship that you will have to overcome if we are
going to be a couple.  You will probably have to fuck my mom."

   He laughed and replied, "I have met your mom.  It won't be a hardship."

   The End
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