Perverts 'R' Us

My Dear Diary - Chapter 22 - Frenchie Fantasies

By Purrpuss ( M/g, g/g, M/b, anal, oral, pedo, bi )

Friday night now!!!

"Gee, I've never tasted 'Bodian' pussy juice before… What DOES it taste like?" SusiQ asked DeLorean.

"Sista say it tae jus lik Chinee 'Swee-Sou' sau! OK! You wanna try som now?"

"Ohhhh, YE-AH!" Our little black friend beamed.

THAT little conversation took place moments before riding our bikes across town over to Mr. LeBeau's new place, with Jess leading the way. First we'd stopped by DeLorean's house to invite her to go along, and the little oriental girl enthusiastically agreed. She was happy to see that someone her own age was with us. For some reason, she and SusiQ had never talked to each other before at school, but now it looked as if they'd both become the closest of friends.

DeLorean looked especially cute today, dressed in her white one-piece button-down dress, its hem ending at least a full foot above her bare, bony knees. She wore a pink t-shirt under its thin shoulder straps, one with a logo of a big red-lipsticked mouth that read: "Hot Lips!" Her long black hair was tied in twin braids behind her tiny shell ears. She wore white sneakers with no socks, and she was eager to show us before we left that she'd begun dressing without wearing panties, just like the rest of us. When she raised the front of her little mini-skirt to prove it, that's when SusiQ wondered about what that little pussy of hers would taste like. We told her she'd have to wait till we got where we were going-but from what my brother told us, we'd have LOTS of chances to play and fool around once we got there!

Jess gave us instructions along the way: "This guy's kinda old, but he really likes to see little girl's cunties." He said. "The trick is to act all shy and naïve, like you're only cute little kids while we're over there… that'll turn him on even more. First we get him good an' hot when he sees all four of you little girlie cunts coming over to play in his house-but then you act all innocent and start checking each other out-if you know what I MEAN!" He winked at us with a big conspiring grin.

"Duh!" Lauri smirked, and we all burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah, and one more thing," Jess added. The guy's a big-time movie-maker, so he's probably got LOTS of cameras hidden all through the house-like behind mirrors, inside stuffed animals, in the ceilings and bathrooms as well. So just remember not to let your guard down and watch what you say. You're all PROFESSIONAL actresses the whole time we're there-play it up for the cameras that'll be spying on you all the time. Give him an eyeful to record, and we'll be in fer sure!"

It was a long ride to the other side of town. We got to the outskirts and then Jess led us down a graded dirt road that wound off into the wooded distance. The drive was pretty and there was still plenty of daylight left on a lazy, warm summer afternoon. We passed a winding stream that looked refreshing for a swim later on. Finally we saw the house off in the distance through a clearing in the trees. It was more than a house-it looked like a big country club!

A large, circular driveway went under a tree-tented walkway leading to a long flight of marble stairs. We parked the bikes and followed Jess up to a massive wooded door with a solid gold ornament for a knocker. It was a boy, and he was naked! Hanging between his legs was his little cock, but the thing you had to knock on the door with were these tremendous-sized BALLS! We all laughed hysterically when we saw that, and Jess had to hold Lauri up cause she wanted to be the one to smack them!

"Jus remember what I told ya, okay?" Jess whispered back at us before she slammed the heavy nut-sack three times against the towering door.

That echo seemed to last forever!

"Doesn't this remind you of a little bit like Wizard of Oz?" Susi commented, looking a bit apprehensive about the grandeur of the old place.

"It's okay." I whispered to her. "We're only here to visit-kinda like the business we'll be doing with men from your club, y'know? Only THIS guy is REALLY loaded!"

"Lok lik Amb-ass-der hou!" DeLorean spoke. We hadn't the foggiest what she meant by that!

Finally there was the sound of a heavy bolt sliding aside. Then, the big door swung back on its hinges. Standing inside was a smallish old man, standing not much taller than Jessie, wearing a red silk bathrobe with a silk bandana and a rose tucked into his breast pocket. He held a thin-stemmed wine glass in one hand and a long stick where he had a small black cigar burning at the end. He looked right at me and his bearded face broke out in the biggest smile I've ever seen on an older man.

"Mon Dieu! Purrpuss! Au fin we meet my enchanted leetle fairy!" And he bent right down and smothered me in kisses on both cheeks, the backs of my hands, my hair, and back to my lips. With the smell of a delightful perfume mixed with his cigar and the spearmint flavor from his mouth, it all kinda took my breath away.

"An who have we here, eh?" He continued, turning his attention to my friends at my side. "Mais oui! Thees mous bee the famos Lau-ra, no?" He beamed at Lauri, bending once again to smother her with his kisses and "Tres belle!"s an' "Increable!"s and such Frenchie talk like that. Lauri ate it up-giggling from the tickling of his beard and moustache, and cooing and rubbing her body up against him. Next his gaze fell on SusiQ and DeLorean huddled closely together. "Mon Dieu et mon DIEU! Deux fairies from the forest, non? Like, how you call her-Tinker belles! Un d'Afrique et otre d'Indo-Chine! Such fortune smiles upon us mon ami Jessie! Such beauties you have brought me, my aspiring Produceur!"

Well, he hemmed an' hawed and spouted a whole lot of flowery funny talk for a good five minutes there at the door. Lauri began to look like she hadda fart, so I elbowed Jess to make him get down to business, or at least get us inside the front door.

LeBeau, (I'll always think of him as Algeron, 'cause he SOUNDS just like he typed his messages to us in the chatroom), refused to talk "business" in front of us girls-instead he fawned all over us, brought us refreshing cold drinks, asked us to spin and twirl in front of him-(liking the glimpses he saw of our tight lil' bare buns when our skirts flew up, for sure!), then he led us all up a long, winding staircase to show us the layout of the place. I hadda shush Lauri from giggling too much… We were following behind Algeron, and she whispered in my ear that the old man walked just like a duck with a stick jammed up his ass!

It was a mansion alright… At the top of the staircase, there were hallways leading in three directions, and doors that opened to complete apartment rooms on each side. We followed Algeron down a wing, leading further into the gigantic house, all the way to the last room at the end. If you could call that cavernous warehouse a "room!"

"An here, mes cheris, ezz zee 'petite filles' bedroom, q'est que sai, PLAYroom-what you wish to call eet!" He announced opening the door.

We four girls took just one step inside and froze in our tracks! The place looked like a fairyland from Disney World, all inside this one gigantic room! A huge, round, canopied bed made to look like a colorfully decorated merry-go-round-complete with carved wooden horses to ride on, took center stage of the main room. Attached to this sleeping area was a whole balcony room on the other side of slatted shutters. The room was sunny and had floor-to-ceiling windows open to the warm summer's breezes. In the middle of that room was a complete castle, big enough to walk through, with winding stairways up to two floors high. It was a doll's house, but by far the biggest doll's house I'd ever seen in my whole entire life!

On the other side of the bedroom was another HUGE room in mirrors and painted tile. Inside it was something that was supposed to be the bathtub, but it was made out of sparkling glass, and more like the size of a backyard swimming pool! Beside the toilet was another thing that looked like a bowl, but had no lid on it. I meant to ask about that, but Algeron musta noticed my curious stare.

"Ah! But of course, mon cheri! You have never seen before a bidet, non?"

"Non." I confirmed. "What's it for?"

But Lauri had already stepped up to the thing and turned a golden-handled faucet. Immediately a perfumed fountain of water shot into the air from inside the open, peanut-shaped glass bowl. Lauri cried out in surprise and jumped back and we all laughed at her.

"Et ezz for washshing zee private parts of zee bodie! You see? You mus first seet on eet!"

Well, that set us off giggling again and Algeron seemed pleased that we were having such a good time in his house… But the best part was yet to come.

He led us to a door in a wall of full length mirrors and when he opened it up, inside was ANOTHER whole room-only this one was FILLED with stunningly beautiful girl's clothing! There were rows and rows, and racks and racks, of lacy party dresses, frilly summer dresses, naughty-looking black leather thingies, and hats and scarves and feathers and shoes and… Whew! It looked bigger than Sears and MUCH more expensive! All of it was just our sizes too! Lots and lotsa stuff!!!

"WOW!" We all gasped together.

"I weel now take you brother to talk man-to-man talk, n'est ces pas? I wish you ladies to bathe, relax, refresh yourselves after zee long trip on your bicicletas, an of cors, you can peek whichever you leetle hars dezire of zee clothes before we meet once again een one hour for a SPECIAL treat I hav juz for you!"

So Algeron and Jess left us there to begin exploring…

There was a time when he was the most-feared man in the entire world. To his enemies and hunters alike, he was known only as, "The Jackal," a deadly and extremely competent assassin for hire-to anyone who could pay the highest prices he demanded. Wanted by Europe's Interpol, the FBI and even the CIA, he was never caught, never compromised and never found. After many years of eluding the authorities who relentlessly sought him, one day he simply vanished into the murky realm of legend and myth. A film was even made, staring the popular actor Bruce Willis, but its outcome was purely fiction, far from the facts which were much stranger by far. They, the Authorities, took credit for killing him-but no body was ever produced, no evidence introduced before top-secret governmental meetings that could conclusively prove The Jackal had actually met his demise. The Jackal was a master of disguise. He simply vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared.

The man once known as The Jackal had many identities, many faces, and more than a few personalities. But he was still a man, who over the years of living a clandestine life, had grown weary. Weary of the killings, weary of the hunt and chase, weary of the inevitable betrayals. One day he decided it was time for him to retire. He'd made millions over the years in the course of his specialized and highly paid trade, and he had been shrewd and careful with his investments. By now he was worth an undisclosed sum that far surpassed even that of the famous software mogul living in America. He chose, for obvious reasons, to avoid publicity and fame.

If he had one flaw, one single trait that could expose him, it was his peculiar taste for sexual gratification: The Jackal was an admitted pedophile and pederast. For this reason, he chose to "retire" in France, that one country where his tastes where privately tolerated, especially among the royalty, the privileged, and the extremely wealthy-which he most assuredly was.

Over the years living in this quiet, semi-reclusive state, he had developed several side businesses that complimented his lifestyle. He became an accomplished photographer of the world's most famous celebrities, and of wealthy pampered governmental officials' children-charging almost as much for his "private, erotic" home sessions as he once charged to eliminate those same haughty rubes. His stylish, risqué style of photography branched out to include film-making, and he actually became anonymously famous for some of his "underground" work. But his grandest design was about to come to fulfillment. He's searched the corners of the world for a perfect location-and found it, amazingly enough, in that one country where prejudices and freedoms were the greatest-in America, right in the heart of its so-called "Bible-Belt."

He had the finances to make it work; now all he needed was a staff and local support team. He found them where he recruited most of his confidants-among some of the local children he enlisted through his extensive connections on the Internet. Jacques LeBeau, AKA Algeron, AKA "The Jackal," was poised to strike once again!

Jessie followed the old man down the corridor from the "girl's room" to an unmarked and indistinguishable door located in a darkened hallway. He waited while a key was produced and the door was opened. It remained dark inside until the man flicked on a light switch and punched in some security codes in a small hidden panel. The room was small, and unadorned. The only thing inside was a circular spiraling wooden staircase leading up through an opening in the ceiling. He followed the man up the stairs.

The stairway emerged into a large circular room that had the appearance of a military command center, or a professional recording studio-definitely out of place from any room in a normal vacation resort. Banks of wide screen movie, theater-sized, floor-to-ceiling high TV screens lined the enclosed circular walls. At the center were comfortable padded chairs, strategically positioned before consoles lined with levers and rows of blinking status lights. The man Jess knew as Algeron took the commanding position's chair and motioned for Jess to sit beside him. When he began to speak, the boy was jolted with a new realization.

"You see here the basis of my 'screening process.'" Algeron said. "From here I can preview everything that goes on in the resort from several views at each and every location."

"Ah…" Jess stammered in bewilderment.

"The accent? Don't let that fool you my boy!" Algeron chuckled. "I can speak English as well as any Brit OR American, along with a dozen or more other languages, I might add."

"But why?" Jess wanted to know.

"Theatrics! A stage act! It all helps to put people, especially children at ease, and 'at ease' is where we want them! Am I not right?"

Jess nodded with a grin of appreciative comprehension as the man continued by demonstrating the various technical marvels laid out before them. "As I said, from here we can 'screen' potential personnel for grooming them to the next level… And the 'next' level is, of course, their rise to stardom! For example, we've just left your delightful sister and her friends to their own devices… Granted, my 'room' was designed to be tempting and provide the optimum feel of comfort and privacy, along with enough 'toys' for them to explore! Now… Let's see what they do with them, shall we?"

His hands flew over the bank of controls and immediately picture screen after picture screen around the room sprang to colorful life with scenes from within the room where the girls were. Large hidden speakers came to life, projecting an audio quality so life-like, Jess realized he could hear every sound-even their breathing!

At the moment they were in the process of hurriedly undressing. Lauri and Amy were both stark naked and were helping DeLorean from her dress while SusiQ stood to the side, looking all around her. "But what if somebody can SEE us?" She asked in a timid little voice.

"NO-body can SEE us, silly!" Amy answered. "Jess and Mr. LeBeau went off to talk and they SAID we can have fun until they call us!"

"Yeah!" Lauri chimed in, "And that means trying out that fantastic bathtub! C'mon Susi, you don't have to be shy now!"

"Gee… well, okay-I guess." SusiQ said somewhat doubtfully as she began by slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

"Ah! See?" Algeron exclaimed triumphantly to the boy seated beside him. "Isn't this the BEST peep-hole you've EVER looked through? The children have NO idea they're being observed!" Jess mentally congratulated himself for warning the girls in advance-after all, he'd suspected SOMETHING like this-only nothing quite as ELABORATE!

One camera shifted and zoomed to follow DeLorean as her delightful naked body raced into the bathroom, the other three running after her, their clothes cast off, left to lie in heaps on an ornate oriental rug behind them. Other cameras blinked to life within the massive bathroom, adjusting to the light when Amy flicked on the switch.

"WOW!" Amy and Lauri marveled together. DeLorean already had one bare little leg over the edge of the huge sunken tub. Susi stood at the edge looking inside. "But there's no water inside!" She said disappointedly.

"Well, we can fix THAT!" Amy was saying as her eyes roamed over an electronic panel built into one wall. "Here it is! How's that?" she said as jets of warm water and bubbly scented soap swirled into the tub from hidden pipes and the water's level began to rise around the happily seated DeLorean.

Lauri wandered over to the side of the room where she immediately straddled the mysterious bidet. "I wanna know how THIS thing works!" She announced while squirming around, her legs splayed open as she tried to reach the gold faucet handle behind her. A hidden camera facing her, and its hidden eye silently and obediently zoomed in for a close-up with Algeron's slightest movement of the control. Jess was amazed to see the entire wall in front of him display a gigantic image of Lauri's fantastic split pussy. The view was so life-like, so REAL, they could clearly see her freckled white skin surrounding the gaping folds of her vaginal lips, and within the open folds, her glistening clitty and the moist dark tunnel entrance leading to the recesses of her juvenile womb. Suddenly a fountain of water shot up from beneath Lauri's open butt cheeks, flooding her little cunt with its warm, jetting spurts! Lauri SHREAKED!

"Oh my GAWD!" she screamed. "This is SO COOL! Amy, you have GOT to try THIS!"

Lauri got up and stepped away as Amy squatted over the pulsing spray. Algeron once again zoomed-in for an extreme close-up of Amy's beautiful, pink puss. Her tiger tattoo was plainly distinguishable-its extended claws reaching down to her jutting semi-hooded clitoris that visibly grew and extended from their folds as Amy savored the warm thrusting massage of water. "Oh… Oh-yeah!" Amy cooed contentedly, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Meanwhile, on another wall screen, Jess noticed that little black SusiQ was preparing to soap up DeLorean's bean-brown body.

"Such delectable young children!" Algeron gasped in spite of himself. Jess noticed that the man deftly worked the controls quite well with only his left hand, while the other was busy in his lap! Not one to waste an opportunity, Jess slid his chair closer and made sure the sound of his own zipper's opening was plainly heard during a rare moment of silence within the bathroom. Jess pretended not to notice, but was pleased to see from the corner of his eye that the old man had fixed his gaze on his own extracted boner and the slow stroking he'd begun caressing it with.

"I see you like my studio!" Algeron commented. "And the best part is, it's all being taped for editing and viewing later on!"

"Oh yeah." Jess murmured, his eyes never leaving the screen, "This is really SUPER, Mr. LeBeau!"

"Please, call me Jacques! I feel we should grow to know each other MUCH better since we'll be working quite closely from now on!" Those were the exact words Jess had been hoping to hear… He decided it'd be wise to clear up some details and cement their new 'working' relationship early.

"Jacques," He said facing the man, clearly at ease showing off his aching, naked hardon, "Do you LIKE watching my sister and her friends? Or do you like younger boys better, instead?"

"Heh-heh! You ask an old man very pointed questions? Non? But to be blunt, if you like, yes-I very much enjoy looking at ALL God's little children, both boys AND girls. Why discriminate? And after the looking? Well, that is ANOTHER level we will explore in due time, n'est ces pas?"

"But you already KNOW my girls would have you if you wanted them-that's what you could see in my Internet videos-and that's why you invited us, wasn't it?"

"Ah yes! But of course! But my plans go far BEYOND the present moment, my young friend! You see, I have further uses for your 'girls' and for YOU as well, if you all wish to profitably participate… But not to spoil my big surprise for later on! Right now, why don't you relax and let me help you with what you're doing, oui?" And he patted his lap where he invited Jess to sit.

On the tall-wide TV screens surrounding them, the girl's delighted giggles and squeals of joy punctuated innocent splashing and tickling while they played in their bubble bath in the large, glass-walled, sunken pool. Jess took his seat on Algeron's lap, straddling the man's legs while feeling his large right hand warmly encircle his erect member. This could be rather enjoyable, he secretly admitted to himself.

The girls toweled each other off, the older ones paying particular attention to making sure all the small cracks and crevices of the two little girls were lovingly dried. They strolled back to the cavernous closet, where each began removing articles from clothing racks to try on. Jess made a mental technical note that even the closet appeared to be well-covered with multiple hidden cameras at Jacque's command. The older man caressed him tenderly, seemingly in no hurry to finish jerking him off. Perhaps he anticipated a moment they'd both enjoy watching before bringing them together to a shuddering, wet, spurting climax.

Jacques LeBeau, AKA Algeron, sixty years of age and once known to his long-dead enemies as Carlos Il'ych Ramirez Sanchez, the infamous 'Jackal', was secretly enjoying a most pleasurable private moment. Watching the children dress themselves and each other in fine silk stockings and white frilly lace dresses while fondling this youthfully virile erection sprouting from the shorts of the boy seated in his lap, stirred deeply buried memories within him of his long-forgotten past. He was remembering his own idyllic childhood… of his youth spent growing up with three sisters and a brother… in a chateau in the country in the south of France… and the day when he'd managed their escape from doting nannies and their domineering father… remembering…

There was Julianne, the baby, barely seven-years-old at the time. And her sister Jeannine, a mere 10-months older than she. Both of them were precocious, curly blond-headed, hellion angels-ever curious, always together, slightly frightening with their unexpected insights of maturity. Then there was Charles, his only brother, his trusted companion, his confidant in all their boyhood adventures. Charles was ten, three years his junior. He was what all of the grownups called a beautiful boy. Dark-haired like his father, with the deeply intense blue eyes of his mother, fair of skin, slight of build, and slow to speak.

And, of course, Monique, lovely Monique - Raven-haired like her brother, but with eyes the color of obsidian stone. Her skin was as smooth and light as fresh milk from the kitchen. Her body was slim and willowy, already displaying the budding hints of an early pubescent development at her tender young age of eleven. She would innocently and obediently show him everything… anything and everything he demanded of her. She could not, and would not ever resist him-after all, he was the eldest, her big, trusted, and all-knowing older brother. In the summer of that year, Jacques had just become a man at the age of wonder and discovery-thirteen.

What brought them together in the back of the hayloft of a barn well removed from their house and far from their keepers, was an authoritarian struggle Jacques was determined to resolve once and for all…

For the last two years, he had been exploring his newfound sexuality with the help of his curious and willing brother, Charles. In the beginning, and for the most part, their acts had been the childish forays into discovery that most young siblings enjoy. Jacques, one marvelous day, realized that he could ejaculate. He shared this discovery with his closest friend, who also happened to be his younger brother. Charles eagerly wished to try as well, but being a few years younger, and although their mutual fumbling was exciting and quite pleasurable to him, they were never fully successful with making the young boy's seminal fluids spout.

In the meantime, Jacques' curiosity had boldly led to spying on the behavior of his parents. One night after his parents held a drunken fest for some of their adult friends, Jacques was treated to a view through a slightly ajar door that turned his world around.

There in the semi-darkness he witnessed his father, stark naked. The man was a stern disciplinarian in all other aspects, but on this occasion he surpassed himself. He was forcing his mother's face down into his lap-his hands held her firmly by her tresses and he brutally forced the pleading woman to take his large manhood fully into her mouth where he took his pleasure by erupting his seed down her throat.

Not satisfied enough with that, he humiliated her by stripping her nude and made her crawl to him like a dog. Then he mounted her bare rump like a farm animal and drove his sperm-slick meat fully into her puckered backside orifice. The act must have hurt her greatly, because she screamed and fought while the man rode atop her as if on an unbroken horse. But then, after a while, a subtle change came over his usually timid mother. While Jacques watched from the door, fondling himself through his thin nightclothes, the woman's whimpers and cries turned to groans, gasps of pleasure, and risqué-language mixed with pleading encouragement. When his father finally drove into her with all his force and might, she had the fingers of one of her hands between her legs, buried to the knuckles within her dripping female hole. Jacques snuck back to his room, determined to show Charles what he'd learned.

In their room in a removed wing of the large chateau, Charles was sound asleep in his adjoining bed. Jacques gently lifted his brother's covers and crept into the bed behind him. The vision of what he had just witnessed made Jacques' male anatomy stand out stiffer and more swollen than he had ever experienced before. His ears rang with his hot blood. He lifted his brother's nightshirt and for the first time, gazed longingly and the boy's firm buttocks. His hands grasped his brother's bare cheeks and he gently pried them apart to secure a better view.

Charles stirred in his sleep and rolled over on his stomach. Jacques straddled the boy's legs and pulled his own nightshirt over his head. He spread the small cheeks of his younger brother with both hands apart once again, and pushed a stream of his spittle from between trembling lips… watching as it splattered between the pale stretch marks where the split just began and dribbled white and bubbly down over his small indented brown wrinkle. Charles moaned softly and actually arched his back slightly, lifting his behind up off the bed. Jacques froze in place, but the young boy was still dreaming, his eyes tightly closed.

Jacques could not stop as the scene of his father played over and over in his head. He boldly reached out with a single finger-lightly touched the spit-soaked depression, and he pushed… Charles' eyes flew open! His mouth made to shriek but Jacques hand covered his face in the nick of time. Not waiting to explain himself further, Jacques grasped the root of his throbbing shaft and fit the engorged head in the warm pool of spit. Then he plunged down and Charles stiffened and bucked beneath him in sudden pain.

Jacques held his hand firmly clasped over his brother's face while his other hand groped beneath the boy's hips where he grasped the small but stiffening boy's erection. He drove his hips relentlessly against the struggling boy's bare backside, becoming more and more aroused with each clenching squeeze he felt from the muscles desperately clamped around him. His brother's small prick had grown strong in his hand-he whipped up and down on it as he bucked and shoved and twisted ever more deeply within the younger boy's sweaty body.

Charles was gasping for air. His cries had become groans and gasps and his hips had begun actively thrusting back against him. Jacques took a chance and removed his hand from the boy's face, using it with the other to grasp both thin hips to have something to pull on. His pumping, thrusting pace became frantic; his throbbing member was buried hotly and tightly to the hilt in his brother's behind. He felt his sac constrict and that oh-so pleasurable tide of sweaty blinding heat arise from within him. He drove deeply one last time-mightily against the rounded flesh of the boy's cheeks, and he shuddered, exploded, and shot stream after stream of hot, slick fluid far inside his brother's trembling body. Charles felt the flooding intrusion and arched his back wildly, his mouth agape in a soundless scream. As the hot flood from his older brother was being injected within his bowels, from the furthest depths within him, his single first ejaculation forced itself from his aching sprout. Jacques felt his hand being wet upon and pulling it away, marveling at his little brother's first glistening clear wetness.

From that day on, Charles made himself practically inseparable. He followed his older brother everywhere, fawned and doted upon him, looked upon him with eyes that clearly said, 'you are my hero'! For his part, Jacques was not one to turn down the ready sexual availability of the impressionable boy-but he did have other curiosities, and even deeper desires. He fantasized about his father's mastery over his mother. He came to believe that it was a man's right to hold dominion over the weaker sex. His daydreams naturally turned to the eldest of his younger sisters, Monique - Monique, the quiet, reclusive one… Monique with the smoldering smoky eyes.

He began to create reasons to be where she was, and his newly-directed attentions did not escape the notice of his brother Charles. Charles was beginning to experience the early pangs of sibling jealousy, but couldn't quite understand why. In his crude attempt to keep from alienating his adored brother, he often talked to Jacques about Monique, and just to be sure, of the twins as well-for that's how they always referred to their younger sisters-as the twins, even though they were nearly a full year separated in age.

When they were alone, perhaps by the lake with their fishing poles, Charles would introduce the subject of their sisters in provocative ways.

"Did you know that Monique often goes about without wearing her undies?"

"How do YOU know?" Jacques would ask doubtfully.

"Because I saw her today on the swings with the twins… She didn't suspect I'd notice something like that, but I did-each time she reached the highest end of her arc, her skirts flew up and her legs would be open…"

"Go on." Jacques ordered despite himself, feeling his manhood throb and begin to swell.

And Charles would come over and sit down beside him on the grassy bank, continuing his tale conversationally. "And I said to her, 'I know that you're naked underneath!'"

"What did she say?" Jacques stretched out his leg to be more accommodating within his summer shorts.

"She said, 'That's none of your business!' so I answered, 'maybe not, but I think Jacques would like to know!'"

His silence at the end of each tantalizing statement was maddening. Jacques had obviously grown hard by this time, and suddenly just as obvious, Charles was smiling, closely watching his lap as the shorts tented from his fat, straining lump.

"You're just saying that to tease me." Jacques accused him, barely hiding the smile behind his stern words.

"No I'm not!" The boy insisted in mock innocence, "It's all true! That's what I said!" His arm reached over to Jacques' lap and he firmly cupped the bulge with his small hand. "But I see you're interested, nonetheless…"

"I might be." Jacques responded with careful causality, searching for a way to keep the conversation going. "So what did she say to that? To your saying you'd tell me?"

"Oh, she just laughed and told me I wouldn't dare. But I said I would, so she said she didn't care. I really do think she wants you to… you know… teach her some things that make her heart hammer too!" And Jacques felt his buttons pop open as the warm little hand drew him out to the sunlight, the warm breezes wafting over the pond, the fingers tracing his blood-engorged knob.

"So should I? Should I teach her just like I taught you?" Jacques asked pointedly before the willing mouth could lower itself over his lap.

"Maybe." The boy answered non-committally. "It would be even better if you did it when the twins could be there to watch too."

And Jacques felt his groin tighten with the audacious idea. Straight from the mouth of an innocent child! And he allowed his brother to have his way with him, allowed him to pleasure him, until he rewarded the boy by blasting forth his seed in copious spurts within the sucking small mouth upon him.

But was he saying it because it was true? Or was he saying it to tantalize the object of his youthful desire? Jacques could not be sure, because when he was around her, Monique showed him absolutely no interest at all.

But the taunting continued… for weeks, stretching into months.

"Hey! What's this thing?"

Lauri crawled over from where she'd been watching SusiQ and DeLorean in a "69" pussy-licking position, their frilly white dresses tucked under their chins. Susi seemed to like little DeLorean's 'Bodian pussy juice just fine!

"I dunno! It LOOKS like a small outhouse stool, but I don't see any drawer for taking the poop out, just this dial and a little button. I wonder what they do?"

I found the thing under the huge bed where we'd been playing with each other after our bath, trying out pretty party dresses and showing off our bare pussies underneath them for the hidden cameras we knew were watching. Lauri got all excited watching Susi & DeLorean check each other out, so I'd taken the chance to have a look around, leaning far over the edge to peer under the bed-where all the boogie men lived, natch! But here was this polished wood box, big enough to sit on. There was something else under there, but it was too far for me to reach. Lauri helped me haul the box out and we hopped down from the bed to look it over.

"What's in the hole?" Lauri asked as I tried looking inside.

"Can't see anything… It's too dark in there!"

"What if RATS live in there? Maybe if I turn this knob…"

"Ouch! Lauri! Watch out!"

"Hey look! There's a DICK inside!" She squealed in delight. Sure enough, when she twisted the little dial, a life-like cock popped right up from the hole in the bench! And it poked me right in my eye!

"It's not a REAL dick, silly! It's made of rubber… but it sure LOOKS real! It even has a little pee-hole in it!"

"Cool! Let me see! Can you see any balls in the box?"

"Nuh-uh… I wonder what it's for?"

"Got me, but it sure looks like it'd be fun to sit on!"

"Lauri!" I grinned at my friend, "You had the same idea as me!"

"So TRY it!" She laughed, and that's just what I did! I stretched my pussy lips open and wriggled my behind until I had that big 'ol cock positioned just right… then I just slid down over it until my butt cheeks thumped down on the seat. The cock was pretty thick, but I could still slide up and down on it to make it feel like a real fuck! "So how's it feel?" Lauri wanted to know.

"It's fat, but it won't go up all the way inside me… Try turning that dial again to see if you can make it pop out further!"

"Ok, hold on… There ya go… Oops-sie!"

All of a sudden the box sprang to life! Lauri's finger had accidentally hit the little button and suddenly I was sitting on a mechanical running-amuck Jack-in-the-box… but the "Jack" in THIS box was this monster vibrating cock that popped WAY out and shot up deeply inside me! Just as quickly, it pulled back out of me and disappeared down its hole, only to shoot right up into my gaping pussy hole again! This kept going… faster and faster it went! The rubber cock flying up and down through the hole, fucking my little puss with a mindless mechanical precision!

"YAA-YAAA-EEEE-YOWIE! TURN IT OFF LAURI!" I hollered! That damned thing was going so fast and hard in me by now, I was being lifted right up off the wooden bench!

"Well, what do you know!" Jacques chuckled to Jess as they watched the girl's plight in wide-screen video. "It looks like your sister and her friend found one of my inventions! The perpetual 'cock-in-the-box' fucking machine! As soon as she begins to climax, the sensors in the cock will sense her wetness, and that'll cause it to gush its load of 'cum' inside her as well! I've had this batch kept fresh from our last orgy in London… Ahhh! What a pity she's still too young to impregnate! There's approximately two liters of temperature-regulated, genetically-select, blue-blooded cum loaded in pressurized canisters in that box!"

"Whoa! Far OUT!"

They were in the library, studying their schoolbooks. It had been a full year since he and his brother had begun their 'special' relationship. The young boy had turned nine that summer, his sister Monique was barely eleven. Charles was seated across from Jacques, the twins, aged six and seven, lay prone before the fireplace on their stomachs, four stocking feet idly kicking the air as they both read a large picture book together. Monique had left the room earlier, saying she wished to retire to her room. For all intents and purposes, their conversation could not be overheard. Charles spoke to him, shattering his reverie.

"Monique told the twins you have a big penis."

"What?"

"She said you can make it as big and as hard as a torchlight."

"You're lying again!" Jacques said exasperatedly.

"I do not! Earlier she was giving them both a bath. I peeked inside and heard her telling them. The twins are beginning to look really quite lovely together when they're nude, by the way."

Jacques looked over Charles shoulder to where the twins lay, their backsides toward him. He could almost see beneath their colorful ruffled dresses, imagine what those twin rumps would look like bared and parted to his view. Both dress hems had risen high up their thighs from their unconscious childish kicking. Jacques swallowed a lump in his throat. Why would she say that to the twins? How would she know what he looked like anyway? He made an effort to return to his reading-seemingly unconcerned, disinterested in his brother's inflammatory revelations.

"Because they asked her if she'd ever seen 'it'. She said she had, and she said you were huge! Even bigger than father! She said she saw you playing with it down by the lake this summer."

"That's impossible! And how does she know what father looks like?" He added as an afterthought.

"Is it? Maybe she was watching from the bushes. Maybe she saw us! Maybe she wants it too!"

"You're crazy! She's too young to care about sex."

"Why shouldn't she be interested? She's older than I. And besides, I caught her once looking at one of father's erotic picture books…"

"What!? Which book?"

"One of his illustrated books of naked children. He's shown them to the girls before! You don't believe me? Come along then-I'll show you!" And Charles pushed away from the library table and marched off defiantly down one of the adjoining isles. Jacques regarded his younger sisters' pert backsides again. Their dresses truly had risen. He could plainly see their small indented clefts between smooth-skinned legs where their white cotton panties tucked between their cheeks tightly. Were they wet? Had they done this to provoke him intentionally? This is maddening! He thought. Had they been already seduced by their lecherous father? I have to find out somehow! Charles seems to be the key. I'll get Charles to help me. He vowed.

He forcefully pushed down his hardness and stood up to follow his brother. The twins turned in unison, regarding him over their shoulders. Was it his imagination, or were their curious blue eyes truly fixed upon his straining trousers? They smiled, but said nothing.

He turned into the isle where Charles had vanished. High racks of musty leather-bound books stretched from floor to ceiling on either side of the narrow walkway. His footfalls made echoes on the polished wood floor. He reached a crossway. His brother was not to be seen on either side. He walked another thirty feet where the isles crowded close to the windowless walls. He could hardly see about him. A shuffling noise to his right caught his attention. "Charles?"

"Over here!" His brother whispered. They were deep within the section their stern father had warned them never to go. Leaning over a low table, his brother was flipping through the pages of a large photographic book. "I found it! This was the one father took up to her room. I caught her looking at it-her hand was under her dress…"

Jacques moved closer behind his brother. There was no room in the narrow corridor to see unless he leaned far over his brother's shoulder. The pictures on each page did indeed shock him!

They were black and white lithographs. The subjects had been painstakingly posed. A young girl, no more than six or seven, lay on her back gazing directly at the camera, her dress pushed up, and her legs raised and spread wide open. She was naked from the waist down, her white panties wrapped around one ankle. An older man with a handlebar mustache stood next to her. In his hand he held a formidable penis. The penis was directed at the waiting crotch of the little girl. On the page beside it, another child held another massive penis in both her little hands, her fingers barely encircling it, her ruby-lipped little mouth forced open to hold fully five or six inches of the huge organ stuffed inside. She appeared to be ready to cry.

Charles reached to turn the page. His other hand released his loosened belt buckle. Jacques suddenly felt his crotch pressed tightly between his little brother's bare ass cheeks. His manhood grew uncontrollably stiff while he stared as if mesmerized at the incredibly arousing studio pictures. Charles' hand reached behind and unfastened his own trousers belt. He felt them loosely drop to the floor and his hard hot meat slapped up between his brothers' parted thighs.

A young pale boy was impaled on a prone black man's stout flagpole. The boy's legs were pulled far apart, the massive penis clearly imbedded three-quarters of its way deeply within his grossly-stretched anus. Traces of white semen flowed down the dark, intruding shaft. The boy's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his own semen spurt in a stream from his small erect penis. Jacques felt Charles' hand grip his knob and pull it up against the rear hot orifice. Jacques was too engrossed to resist. A small girl knelt on her hands and knees on a table. Her backside faced the camera. Both her openings had recently been violated, and looked like dark cavernous parallel mine shafts. Gobs of oozing white semen hung suspended in time from her raw anus and dripped through her recently virginal vagina. The girl was smiling over her shoulder… The twins had been smiling over their shoulders… His brother was impaled on his penis… He was ramming against him, driving into him like a piston, thinking of the twins… thinking of his ten-year old sister… impaled on his father's engorged cock… he couldn't help it… He let go with a deep-throated groan and felt his whole body shudder in release.

His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he opened his eyes and through a haze of red, he thought he saw cherubs carved into the dark wood of the ceiling. His eyes dropped and met the doe-eyed stare of his sister Monique. Twin dark pools, fathomless deep caverns. She was facing him from a shadowy aisle directly across the table. Her legs spaced slightly apart, her dress held by one arm tightly bunched about her bare waist, the fingers of her free hand were busily thrusting in and out of her sopping wet vagina. Her full lips briefly parted as if to whisper something only meant for his ears, but she dropped her skirt and silently disappeared, as if she'd never been there watching them at all. Charles collapsed face forward, spread out over the book of photographs. Jacques felt his heart pound. As he drew his hips back from his brother's backside, and watched the fully erect twelve inches of his penis gradually emerge from the small boy's twitching anus, throbbing still, and spurting driblets of his white seminal fluid. Charles hadn't even reacted to her presence-or, had he known all along, had he planned for the events that had transpired?

"YE-OUCH! SUSI! You BIT me!"

That's all it took for Lauri to smack our new black girlfriend with the big, fluffy pillow she'd been laying on! Susi was sucking her cunt and I think she liked the taste of Lauri's clitty too much!

The pillow rocked Susi back on her heels. She giggled and flung it sideways at me! Not one to shy away from a good ol' pillow fight, I grabbed the corners and smacked DeLorean right on top of her head! The little Oriental girl just looked all dazed and confused at me like why I would even DO that to her! (I forgot they probably don't have pillows to fight with where she came from!)

"My turn!" Shrieked Lauri, and walloped me sideways with another one-and it broke! Jeez! There was a cloud of baby white feathers that burst out of the rip and flew all over the gigantic bedspread! THAT made DeLorean break out in hysterical laughter! She'd never SEEN so many feathers before! Neither did WE, but that didn't stop Lauri an' Susi from ganging up on me and pelting me with the first one until it exploded in a big "puff!" Friggin' feathers EVERYWHERE!

"I got duck feathers in my BUTT!" Laughed Susi, lifting her dress up and bending over to show us her sweaty dark-skinned ass-crack caked by a layer of feathery white.

"I GOT 'em in my CUNT!" I bragged, hiking my dress and spreading my knees to show them.

"Pi-TOOIE!" coughed DeLorean, and a cloud of the feathers shot from her mouth, drifting lazily between the four of us.

"AH-HAHAHAHA!" We screeched! This playroom of Algeron's was sure lots of fun!

He ran from the library… sprinted up three flights of winding marble stairs… marched down the hallway and barged through the door straight into Monique's private bedroom. She was seated on the edge of her bedspread, her hands lightly folded in her lap as if patiently waiting for him. When he strode up to her, she stood… facing him… arms at her sides, her almond-shaped, smoky-dark eyes held his glare steadily. "I wasn't sure if you would come." She simply said.

Jacques lashed out and struck her down. Her head spun, her cheek suddenly reddened from his hand. She fell back on the bed but she refused to cover her face, holding her hands clenched tightly against the sides of her dress. Not a sound had she made in response to his vicious blow.

"Why were you spying on me?" Jacques spat out the question, bending down over the girl. He glowered at her in his unexpected pent-up rage. "What has father taught you? What do you know?"

"I know what you have been doing with Charles." She spoke in whispered measured response. "I know it looks like it must be dreadfully sore and painful… but he likes it… and he begs you to do it to him, again and again. I want to know… I want to know what it feels like with you as well."

"How did you know what we were doing?"

"Because he tells me." She replied with innocent frankness. "He tells me everything. He says he's your favorite because he's a boy, and we girls have nothing to offer you. He says that we're to be only for father, that he's the only one who wants us and you do not. Is that true? Is it true that you don't care for me or the twins? Jacques? Tell me that isn't so!" She pleaded. "Father touches us, all the time now, but we're afraid of him…" She continued in a rush, "Because of how he treats us and mother… Father is cruel and he hurts us, Jacques! We'll do anything for you if you make us your own and take us away!"

Jacques was speechless. He'd been played for a fool. His younger brother had clearly been manipulating him, playing him against his sisters, tantalizing him with stories only meant to bond him closer to himself. Monique would have been interested, if only she'd believed he might be accessible. But Charles had convinced them he cared only for boys. Specifically, only for him - only for HIS love…

Jacques suddenly understood, and had a sudden revelation why his father kept himself so stern, so distant and cool… Why he demanded submission and absolute obedience in private from his mother, why he now wished to rape and control his sisters. Without a firm grasp on the females around him, things tended to spin quite out of control - jealousies, gossip and fantasizing among them, work together to fabricate all sorts of untruth. The ONLY way to maintain any sense of order and control was to exercise it equally among each and every one of the family cunts!

Monique's dark eyes relentlessly bored into him, waiting for his answer. She shivered slightly beneath him, clutching her rumpled dress tightly about herself. "You want to know?" He asked to be sure of her intent… His sister nodded determinately. "Then you must do everything I order you to do as if I were your father now. Will you do it?" She nodded again, somewhat more hesitantly this time, her full lips parted and trembling.

"Sit up then!" He ordered, while stepping back from the bedside. His tall lanky frame still towered over her, the prominent bulge in his trousers brushed against her hair over her forehead. "Strip off your clothes." He demanded. "I want to see your naked body."

Monique dropped her eyes in acute embarrassment, but she slowly moved to do as she was told. Her shaking fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons down the front of her dress. Her long dark hair cascaded in rippling folds over her shoulders-she looked up at him briefly, then brushed it back before continuing. Jacques maintained a stony silence, his eyes drinking in the intoxicating sight.

With the buttons unfastened down to her lap, she slowly drew her fingernails up against her bare chest and pulled the clothing over each smooth shoulder, one after the other. The dress dropped in folds about her waist, baring the pale flawless skin of her torso to his view. She was too shy to look up at him-her hands moved to cover the erect dark nipple tips that stood out from budding pointed cones on her chest. Jacques stopped her with one sharp word: "Don't!"

"Now, draw your feet up against you." He ordered.

Monique seemed momentarily confused, but recovered and tentatively lifted her stocking clad feet from the rug, drew them over the edge of the bed, and pulled them tightly against her haunches. She kept her knees pressed together, hugging them against her tiny breasts.

Jacques took his time admiring her pose. He expected her to be without her cotton underpants. In the library, he'd seen that she was without them while she fingered herself so brazenly. Now he admired her flush baby-smooth mons, crushed as it was between her creamy thighs. It was an indented cleft of moist mystery with a small fleshy protrusion of pink wetness sprouting from the gash below her tummy. Jacques reached out and gently pushed her left knee aside. Monique allowed him to guide her, letting the leg fall slowly to the bed, but she left her other leg standing until he pushed that one too to the side. Her dress remained gathered around her waistline, but now she was fully exposed to her brother's intense gaze. She whimpered softly in anticipation, practically feeling his eyes caress her bare skin.

Her dark cleft bloomed open like a fresh purple-red passion flower. Jacques noted the glistening wetness, traced her with his eyes from the dark tightly-clenched, heart-beat-fluttering anal muscle, upwards through the parted walls of torrid flesh where the cavernous darkness deepened, leading in to the promise of the hot depths of her womb, and higher still where a glistening bead of light crowned the pink tip of her fleshy nub. Jacques' mouth watered-he physically restrained himself from reaching out and capturing the slippery wetness between his eager thumb and forefinger…

"Now, sit up and unfasten my trousers." He ordered her in a slightly quaking voice. "But keep your legs spread. I want to feel your wetness when you do this."

"Do what?" She began, but he cut her off.

"Do NOT question anything I tell you!" He barked sternly. "Unless you want another stinging slap across your mouth!" Monique quickly closed her full lips and bent to the task of unbuttoning her brother's pants. Jacques watched her progress with growing satisfaction. The girls could be trained, he knew, just as father had trained their mother, how he'd begun training them, his own daughters, before Jacque's fortunate intervention. Taught how to do things correctly…

Her fingers fumbled against his straining manhood, pulling the buttons to unfasten them against the swelling tightness. At last she had them undone, and she tugged his belt to loosen it. With that task done, she sat back, reluctant to do anything she wasn't asked to do, fearing her brother's anger. Her eyes remained lowered, staring ahead below his unfastened belt.

Jacques slowly hooked his thumbs beneath his waistband and pushed the clothing over his narrow hips. The trousers dropped heavily to the floor, freeing his tightly restrained erection. His full length, twelve-inch penis leaped upward, catching his sister under her chin and slapping her back in surprise. It bobbed in jerking heartbeat nods, pointing directly between her startled eyes. "Now, take it in your hands. I want you to kiss it-lick the top of it, making it wet… Go on!" He demanded, breaking through her fearful paralysis.

"But it's so BIG!" She winced fearfully, only a moment before his large, open palm slapped full across her face. She yelped in pain, but quickly sat up again and grasped his throbbing member in both small hands. She parted her mouth and Jacques felt the warmth of her lips enclose his throbbing cap. Jacques leaned closer and reached down between her quaking, spread legs. His fingers found her split cleft and swiped up through the wetness to trap her stiff, pouting nub. Monique moaned involuntarily, allowing more of him into her straining mouth. "Do not rake me with your teeth, dear sister," He warned her, "Or you'll quickly feel the back of my hand yet again!"

He shoved his hips brutally against her, felt her clench at the sudden intrusion of his maleness to the back of her throat, but she caught herself, and was careful not to bite down. Jacques felt pleased she was learning her lessons so quickly. Grabbing a clump of her silky hair above the nape of her neck, he pulled her head back and began slowly rocking his hips against her in response to her gasping, sucking lips. His other hand slipped lower, his fingers probed, locating her yielding passage and he pressed inward.

Now Monique attempted to cry out, but her brother's manhood found her yawning throat first, driving down, its bulbous cap wedged past her tonsils. Monique could not help herself, she tried to gag, but her brother rose up on his toes, achieving an optimum downward angle, whereupon he roughly pulled back her head, leaned into her, and drove his entire length relentlessly down into her horrified face. His persistently shoving meat was much too large for her to swallow. Tears sprang from her eyes and she huffed through her nose. Her throat felt raw and sore, her aching neck thick and swollen. She felt she was about to throw up… suddenly-a hot heavy slapping against the bottom of her chin… his sac! He must be down her throat by his full length!

In her panic and terror, she somehow felt elated… She'd actually done it! She COULD do it! His bare belly pressed tightly against her nose, threatening to smother her only supply of air… She groped beneath to grasp his heavy sac and held its mercurial churning in her tiny hand. This wasn't so bad-she'd survived… soon he would be satisfied and stop… then she would have him put it inside her belly to make within a baby so she could finally run away… Oh, God! It suddenly TWITCHED!-swelling with a fiery flood to an unthinkable girth!

In her most vulnerable condition, Monique felt her brother's measured composure collapse. He gritted his teeth and roared like a wounded beast. His hip thrusting into her upturned face became spasmodic, jerky and unpredictable. Monique tried clutching his buttocks with her hands to steady him, but his sweat-glistened flexing muscles gave her little grip. Still, he held her head firmly, and in a final shuttering convulsion, he pulled her tightly against him, ramming his engorged stalk down the fullest depths of her throat.

Panicked, choking, she held her breath to survive whatever was about to happen-but then she felt it-a liquid fire in her belly that tore through her as it burned.

Jacques maintained just enough presence to extract himself after releasing the first stream of fluid-the clear lubricating ejaculation that usually preceded the spurting eruption that already broiled in the root of his penis. He hauled it from Monique's gulping throat and past her open lips just before the jetting streams ensued.

Monique felt her throat constrict in gulping spasms, matching those of the thick, tubular obstruction in her neck. But then she WAS throwing up… no-her brother was pulling away from her… she gasped a breath from her nose, and then saw his huge, purplish head before her eyes. Had she REALLY been able to swallow that monstrous growth? It had a small split in the dark meat like a miniature of her own… It was oozing a drippy, clear liquid… but then it erupted!-gushing hot gobs of thick, sticky goo that struck her repeatedly-on her cheeks, down her throat, and one blinding spurt that glued an eyelash over her eye! Another looping streamer arched over her head and clung to her hair. There was nothing she could do to escape it-she felt and endured it pelting her skin like a hot summer's rain. Briefly she tried crying out, but only a gargling choke escaped her. Bubbles of the slimy cream overflowed from her lips, cascaded down her chin and splattered down her bared breasts and tummy.

Jacques wasted no time. He caught his sister's thin wrists in one hand and pulled her up from the bed. Finding her scarves in a drawer, he bound one end of a scarf to each wrist, threw her back face down on the bed, and tied each other end to opposite bedposts. Monique foolishly pulled her legs tightly together. Taking a third silken scarf, he knotted it twice in the middle. Straddled the girl over her rump he drew this over her head and pushed the knot within her gasping mouth. With this in place, he tied it securely around her hair and behind her head. Monique's eyes were wide, beseeching him for an explanation.

Running his fingers through her white-streaked raven hair, he collected a handful of his ejaculate. His other hand roughly pried her legs open once again, exposing her naked backside. He wedged his knees between her upper thighs and squatted, stretching her further apart until she shrieked behind the gag in her mouth. "Now you KNOW what I taste like, dear sister. Soon you will come to know what your brother begs for each and every day!" And he poured the pool of swimming white clots from his palm between the split cheeks of Monique's behind, and forcefully applied his fingers to push the slick, glistening mess past her tightly clenched most private orifice.

Monique bucked and arched beneath her brother in abject pain. She had never felt any width as great as his two fingers violate her back passage before. Her small muscle felt ripped and torn, it burned painfully from his rude intrusion. Finally he pulled them out, wiping them on her cheek. She squeezed the blinding tears from her eyes against her bed-pillow. She knew what was yet to come… she'd seen her brother Charles taking it in his backside from Jacques, and had heard Charles cry out painfully as well…

His fingers gripped himself just behind the fat mushroom-shaped knob of his penis. His dark twitching target presented itself, ready for his violation. Jacques fit his tiny piss-hole snuggly at the small opening and reached underneath his sister to grasp each bony hip. Slowly then, he leaned down and into her… First feeling his knob meet her muscle's tight resistance… but he pushed down with more of his weight, and the tiny ring stretched and reluctantly gave way… His penis head sunk from sight in the heat of her dark tunnel. She arched violently and would have screamed enough to bring his parents and the others. The gag was a masterful idea, he thought, congratulating himself.

The rest of his erection was awkwardly more than a hand-span outside but poised directly above her. He grasped her hips tighter and lifted her target while bending her by the waist so her stomach crushed tightly against the bed. Contorted as she was, he now had a straight downward path by which to enter her… He leaned into her once again, pressing his full weight on the two-inch thickness of his throbbing hard member. It squeezed some of his fluid from her stretched rim but sank another several inches within. Monique's arms thrashed in her bindings.

Jacques pulled back to test the lubrication. He left his cock-head resting against her openly gaping doorway while spreading more of his creamy life goo around the shaft. Now he pulled her back against him sharply, thrusting down and in with his hips at the same time. Again Monique thrashed and moaned. Almost half had worked itself down inside her canal this time. He felt encouraged… she would feel him all inside of her within one or two more attempts. It had taken Charles more than a few mighty thrusts to finally plumb his virgin depth.

He pulled back an inch or two, and reached around her chest to pinch and squeeze her stiffened nipples. His other hand traced her runny cleft until he located the hardness of her sensitive slippery button in the front. He squeezed that too, and in shock, she involuntarily relaxed her anus. He felt the release and took instant advantage, shoving mightily against her, tearing through all obstructions to sink himself to the hilt between her cheeks. His boiling swimming jewels slapped to rest against her wet cleft. He savored her anus, wildly twitching in muscle fatigue, gripped tightly around the base of his root, and he consciously refrained from letting his dam burst too soon. He wished to enjoy this precious moment-enjoy her helpless struggling, waiting patiently until she accustomed herself to the new visitor wedged deep within her belly.

Monique tried to squirm away, but was nailed against the bed as effectively as a mounted, wing-torn butterfly. She felt as if she hadn't used the toilet in weeks-her bowels were bloated and screamed to expel, but try as she might, she couldn't force it out. She was plugged and tied and gagged and helpless. All she could resort to were bitter tears.

Jacques gripped each of Monique's dimpled cheeks, his thumbs wrapped in the crook of her slippery sweat and cum-soaked thighs, and he pushed them in as he drew fully away from her. With only his blunt head remaining inside, his hands slid around, grasping her hips again and he pulled-leaning with all his weight back into her anew. Hands to her cheeks… pull… Hands grip her hips… push. In this way he began a slow stroking rhythm… In… to his full foot-long length… Out… careful not to sever their intimate contact… In… Out… In, out… In and out… In-out… After a short while, his stroking passage became fluid as her body hesitantly relented-her tunnel relaxed-reluctantly accepting his insistent, pumping intrusion. Only then, when he was able to increase his tempo, did he reach around to the front of her once again.

Her slippery nub was there-he grasped it tightly between forefinger and thumb and felt her jolt beneath him. He sadistically squeezed her, all the while driving his raging erection with all of his might in and out of her fluttering anus. He gripped her and used it as a handle-pulling and twisting it to control her spasmodic response. But in his zealous plunging, and because of a sudden twitch of her hips, he accidentally sprang free from her hot clutching grasp and in his zeal to re-acquire her, the slippery head of his knob drove down through her open slot and plunged deeply within her other virgin passage.

Monique would have screamed in anguish and pain if she had not been gagged so securely-instead, he felt her body arch and go rigid as if he'd shoved a hot poker iron inside her. There was a momentary pause as his downward thrust met an obstruction, the pressure against his shaft was excruciating-as if he'd attempted ramming his fat knob through the opening of a narrow-necked wine bottle. But then there was a sense of a tearing, a ripping within her. He was leaning down into her with all his weight and it suddenly broke through… he sank to his depth within her new slippery wetness.

Jacques briefly pulled away and looked down to see what he'd done. His thick post was coated with a slick redness-the same viscous fluid trickled over his thumb and finger. He put it to his lips and tasted it… Her blood. He knew enough to know he hadn't seriously wounded her. It was what was necessary for a girl to be opened for birthing… He'd taken her maidenhead, her hymen, her flower, not that he'd ever originally intended to-but now that was too late to rectify. Monique was sobbing and shuddering in the pillow beneath him. Her twin holes were gaping obscenely open-dark orbs-twin sisters of inviting mystery.

Gripping himself by the tip anew, he slotted himself once again in the lower channel-plunged, withdrew, and aimed for the upper. He did this again, and again, alternating on each full thrust with each opposing target. His sister thrashed and bucked with every assault. Because of her bounds, he couldn't be sure if it were from the pain, of a rising erotic pleasure. But by now, he was beyond caring, or even capable of retreat. He was obsessed, bewitched, and completely engrossed in watching his piston-like strokes bury himself first in the beautiful twitching ass, then within the sucking slick lips of his sister's vagina.

His tide was rising, and quickly threatened to overwhelm him. He attempted to withdraw to prolong the experience, but as soon as he was free, his first stream of sticky-clear fluid shot forth… even more than he'd made before… a pre-release of the pressure, a prelude of the approaching inevitable racking convulsions… The stream ripped out of him-jetted straight and true into the dark depths of Monique's rear orifice. Her muscle faintly twitched at its passing entrance. Curious. He watched as the excess flowed over the brown wrinkled rim and dripped between her pedals, coating her pink wetness with his own… The twin inviting holes… the black-and-white faced little girl smiling back over her shoulder… his sisters looking back and smiling at him, their dress hems high over their rosy, plump cheeks… the girl's face as the old man did it down her throat… the white light… He came explosively!

He was pounding into her, jetting as he plummeted both openly-gapped holes… spurting as he stroked… hearing the pop of suction when she released him… filling each dark opening with his white bubbling seed. His sack twitched, he thought it would never cease twitching and erupting… Monique's hands clutched at air, her back bucked up against him, her white-skinned backside became streaked and cross-tracked with his shimmering, hot ejaculate. Finally-she lay still… He panted… and willed his heart to stop racing as he leaned over her sweat and sperm-drenched body.

He got up and left her there like that, passed out, her bottom bare and upraised, her raw open anus still drooling his milky-white seed. He hitched up his trousers and made straight for the twins bedroom.

Jessie felt ready to explode. He didn't know what to do; he didn't want to mess up the immaculate control room with his spurts of sticky cum shooting off everywhere… But the old man seemed lost in some kind of recurring daydream-watching his sister and the girls in the monitor screens all around them, expertly jerking him off, but not really 'there' somehow. "Uh…" He stammered, "I think I'm gonna cum real soon…" He gasped between shortened breaths. Jacques snapped back to reality.

"Ah! Pardon, mon cher! I was so enraptured by the young ladies, I almost forgot your stressful condition! But permit me to rectify this situation, shall I?"

Having said that, he leaned over and took Jessie fully into his mouth. Jess had never felt a prickly beard and mustache encircle his bare cock before. The sensation was ticklish, but highly sensual to the extreme! Jacques' head plunged down to the crook of his lap, taking his whole boner down his throat. Jess was used to his sister doing that, but feeling a man's beard crushing against his hairless balls was just too much to endure! He lifted his eyes to the huge video screen and vaguely noted that the girls were rolling together in a deep pile of feathers, barely clothed in some of the children's dresses they'd found to hide their innocent nakedness.

They were lying in a heap on the bed now… Lauri's freckled bare ass was facing the close-up camera, her pussy split red and delicious looking, peeking out as it was from beneath her white billowing skirt. She was bent between Susi's spread legs… The little black girl, also dressed in white, her nudity under the dress a stark and stunning contrast. Lauri was thrusting her pink tongue in and out of the little girl's gaping dark cunt, held open by Amy's fingers while DeLorean watched from one side.

Jessie's head swam, the sensations, both physically and visually, overwhelmed him. He felt his nuts constrict in the old man's large hand and he came-explosively and repeatedly into his accommodating, sucking mouth.

Jacques savored the hot stream of jetting boy cum that suddenly gushed down this throat. He swallowed deeply several times, then drew back to collect the rest in his mouth. When the spurting finally subsided, he rolled his head back, holding captive a thick pool of it. He took a sip of his wine and let the flavor gently roll over his tongue, mixing it lovingly with the creamy excelsior. Ah! Delectable! This delightful young lad had such sweet-tasting sperm! He marveled at the copious volume as well. The boy's large nut sack still weighed heavy, a promise of yet more to come. Leaning over his newest discovery's panting mouth, Jacques kissed him full on the lips, thrust his tongue between his teeth and let the boy's own bodily fluids mixed with the vintage red wine flow between them into his hot waiting mouth. Yes! This one would be well worth keeping!

Jess had never tasted his own cum before! Much less, mixed with the tangy-sweetness of fine red wine. The sensation was weird, but not bad, not disgusting… it was exciting and somehow delightful. This was a thing he'd have to try again with his sister Amy when they got home!

Jacques appreciatively licked his lips-for the moment, content and satiated-and allowed his long-lost recollections to flood the reservoir of his mind once again…

In retrospect, he can't remember what he was thinking. He burst into their room, expecting… what, exactly? They looked to be sleeping, both closely huddled beneath their thick down covers. He stopped silently next to their bed, his thoughts a confused torrent. Were they really asleep? He wavered indecisively-listening for their shallow breathing… Had they heard what he'd just done to their sister? How could they NOT hear? Were they now only pretending to sleep? He'd left Monique's door ajar when he'd entered-had they been standing there, peering into the gloom while he tied, gagged and savagely raped her? Where they hiding from him in fear for their lives?

He pulled the bedcovers away… both girls were lying face down, still fully dressed as they had been earlier in the library. They rolled over on their side and turned together to face him. Julianne, the baby, clutched her thin arms tightly around the waist of her sister. Jeannine met his gaze stubbornly, and spoke as if to taunt him. "When is it OUR turn to play? If you love us like you love Monique, then you have to play it with us the same way!"

So they HAD been watching. They'd been there all along-most likely encouraged by Charles to do so.

He fought down the urge to scream out in rage and anger. Not for anything the twins said or had done, but from a smoldering realization that his lust and emotions had been so cleverly manipulated by his scheming younger brother. He hadn't even seen it coming! Or was this just what he'd really wanted, but never dared to act out on his own all along?

Holding his temper in check, he lovingly regarded his twin baby sisters lying side-by-side in their frilly dresses on the bed. They were so angelically beautiful he felt. The two were lovely in their childish open-faced innocence, so eager to be accepted as grownup, so hungry for his love, his affection, his attention. For all they knew, this was some strange game that was being playing out between their older siblings. It was frightening in its violent fits of naked physical wrestling; but there was wanting, and desire, and hugging, and eager cooperation between them while it was happening. Jeannine was bold enough to want the same things if Monique had wanted it-and whatever SHE tried first, Julianne was sure to follow.

"Do you REALLY want to play with us as well?" He heard himself saying to the pair as if he was speaking from another time and distant place. His heart raced in pace with his mind-his knees and hands were even trembling.

Julianne said nothing, but Jeannine slowly nodded her head silently. But then she smiled, lustfully and most enticingly, as if she were demonically possessed by Satan's personnel concubine. "Are you going to do the same things you did to Monique with us too?" She spoke in a little girl's melodious voice, but her eyes burned into him with a sexual fever he'd never seen before. "Are you going to do what Monique says father shows her in his pictures? What she says he wants to do to us?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Do you want ME to? Or do you want father?"

"Oh yes! We want YOU Jacques! Don't we Julie?"

Julianne remained silent but Jacques was suddenly shocked to his soul when her small snake-like tongue darted from her red-lipped mouth and the tiny tip of it found her sister's pedal-small ear-all the while her sky blue eyes looked straight through Jacques-she twisted and roiled her glistening pink wet tongue around in the most obscene display he'd ever witnessed. Their gaze dropped. Jacques realized with acute embarrassment they were both staring at his stiffening sex muscle beneath the loose folds of his trousers.

He was losing control, something he could not allow to happen. Quickly regaining his composure, Jacques spoke harshly to the two vixens, "If you want to play, you must do everything I tell you to do-just like Monique, and just like Charles. If you refuse anything, even just once, then the game is over. You'll be left behind for father to beat and molest you. Understand?"

"Oh, yes!" The both agreed in unison, "We'll behave, HONEST! Don't leave us for him Jacques! Please?" This time both smiled sweetly up into his face.

"I'm going to dress you after I get some things. Then we'll all go out to the barn where we can be alone together until morning. I'll decide what we're to do after that. Don't make any sounds to wake mother and father, agreed?" They nodded silently.

Jacques returned to his room where he opened a box in his closet. Within the box were scraps of silky black, white and colored women's undergarments which he had secretly collected piece-by-piece from his mother's drawers. Each of these he had altered over many months of time. The pieces had been cut and shaped to fit a much smaller child's hipless body. If he needed proof that he desired this very moment to arrive all along, he would not have had to search any further.

He found Charles and told him to prepare a lamp to light their way to the barn. Next he stopped at Monique's room and unfastened her bonds. He instructed her to dress only in her most transparent lace shift and then join Charles in the library to wait for him. He went to the twin's bedroom, finding them as he'd left them, sitting on the edge of their large four-poster bed.

"Take off all of your clothes now." He commanded. "I have special things I want to dress you in before we go."

The girls hopped off the bed and proceeded to pull their dresses over their heads. Next were the petticoats which they pulled down over their narrow waists where they gathered in folds at their feet. They kicked out of these and tossed them on the bed. When they were down to their white panties and socks, he commanded them to stop and face him.

Their two pale, slim bodies gleamed white in the moonlight from their bedroom window. He took his time studying each of them in turn, making them fidget slightly. Both had no idea what was expected of them, but they were careful not to do anything that would allow him to cancel their expected adventure. "Turn around slowly." He demanded. They immediately did as they were told.

Jacques knelt down first in front of Jeannine, the eldest at barely seven years old. His fingers touched her flat, dark nipples and he softly stroked each of them with his thumbs until the girl squirmed and desperately fought to suppress her spontaneous giggling. His hands slid down her smooth warm skin to her narrow waist and he pulled her white cotton panties over her firm-muscled rump down past her knees. She eagerly stepped out of them, lifting each small foot so he could remove her knee-length cotton socks. He made a point of letting her see that he admired looking at her small cleft as it spread open when she lifted her legs.

Next he turned his attention to Julianne, the baby at a mere six and a half-still showing gaps in her mouth where the second set of teeth had just begun to grow in. With her, he repeated the process more slowly. Julianne did not giggle at his touch of her tiny, flat nipples. Instead, he felt her shudder slightly, her blue eyes grew large and her breathing became shallow. His fingertips warmly rolled her pebbles of soft brown flesh until he distinctly felt them stiffen and tremble. When he lowered her panties, he slipped his hands beneath them at the front and the back. Inside, he slid his fingers between her hot crevices and he felt a slippery wetness within her. Her knees almost buckled as her small panties dropped to the floor. She quickly bent to roll down her own socks, but when she grabbed at the toes to pull one off, Jacques caught her leg by the thigh and lifted it up to better see her.

Jeannine excitedly whispered to assure her little sister that it was alright; their big brother Jacques would never do anything to hurt her… Yet, the girl was still shy and trembled in his hand, wary of her brother's insane-looking eyes, of his burning intense scrutiny between her widely outstretched legs. Jacques held her leg over his shoulder, watching how her small cleft spread open like moist pedals of a delicate pink flower. Her hooded hymen stood up proudly like a flower's fleshy plump pistil, glistening from the flow of her pre-cum juices. He touched it with his fingertip-Julianne gasped and her small vagina reacted in sympathy, opening its dark and narrow tunnel a finger-width. Jacques draped her knee over his shoulder and with his left hand; his thumb and fingers peeled her vagina lips aside. Reaching beneath and between the girl's thighs, he fit his middle finger against her tightly puckered anus and gently slotted his thumb within the newly opened gap of her child-vagina. Julianne visibly shuddered while Jeannine bent over her side to better see what was happening to her sister.

Ever so slowly, Jacques pinched his fingers together-feeling at first his mid-finger forced past the tiny muscled ring of her rear orifice, slowly imbed itself past his knuckle within her spasmodically gripping warm colon, then when she cried out, and her sole remaining support leg buckled, her weight fell fully on his hand's grasp and his thumb rammed deeply up inside her, all the way in to where it touching his sunken finger. He held her there, giving her time to recover her breath. When her eyes finally refocused on his own, he flexed his hand, delighting in the way she reacted in ecstasy with his every slight movement.

"Oh! Do it to me too!" Cried Jeannine when she saw the effect his attentions had upon her younger sister. "You can do it to me with your other hand!" She said, squirming up on the bed to present her ripe mound spread open for him. Jacques was pleased to oblige-this chance to have both of his child sisters gripped by their bare crotches in his hands was distinctly exciting to him. It gave him a sense of power and control he'd never expected he could, or would ever enjoy. In no time at all, both were impaled on his hands and riding his fingers as if they were saddled on rocking-horse ponies.

"So! Starting without us I see!"

Jacques whirled around to see the pair of silhouettes cast by Charles and his older sister Monique in the twin's doorway. Charles was dressed in trousers for outdoors, whereas Monique, per his instructions, wore only her flimsiest nightie-her pale skin, backlit through the lacy fabric, plainly displayed her nudity beneath it. "I told you to wait for me!" snarled Jacques. "Can't you see I'm getting them ready?"

"That much we CAN see! Shall I get Monique ready as well?" the boy grinned back conspiratorially.

"Oh, alright!" Jacques sighed, reluctantly extracting his fingers from his sister's gaping cavities. "I'll dress them and follow you down. Wait for us in the library as I told you, but be careful not to wake mother and father enroute! As for your sister…" he added as an afterthought, "you can do with her as you wish-do you hear me Monique? But you are NOT to do it inside her-not YET that is! Understand?"

Charles gloated openly at his older sister with a lopsided leering grin, as he grasped Monique by her wrist and pulled her along after him. Jacques turned back to face the girls, both lying on their backs on the wide bed, their legs still lewdly spread wide open, their flushed faces and panting breath just beginning to return to normal cadence. "Stand up again." He told them. "And face me as you were before."

He sorted through the scraps and articles of his mother's altered underwear, selecting black-lace items for Jeannine and deep scarlet for the younger Julianne. The pieces of lace had been carefully and diabolically cut and stitched so that they resembled nothing of their former appearance. Turning to Jeannine, he had her step into her panties. Pulling them tightly up over the pelvis bones of her hipless waist, he tied them securely against her tummy, and then closely examined the inside between her legs to make sure they did what he expected. The panties were quite crotchless. More than that, they bound the inside of her thin thighs tightly where her legs sprout from her torso, pulling her crotch flesh savagely to each side, painfully stretching her small hairless vulva apart. In the back, the cruelly-tied leather thong-thin cord fit snuggly between her dimpled buttocks. A fat knot wedged within the dark puffy ring of her inflamed and swollen anus.

The girl's blue eyes watered when she looked up into his face, but he paid that no mind as he clamped small metal library book clips on each of her small pink areolas. Now she sharply gasped and would have cried out loudly if he hadn't clamped his hand over her mouth just in time. Seeing the pain her sister was suffering, Julianne began to whimper as well. "HUSH!" He whispered. "It won't hurt as much after a while. This is necessary now so you won't suffer as much later on. You MUST trust me!"

Jeannine stifled her sobs enough so that Jacques could turn his attention to Julianne. The smaller girl still trembled in anticipation of the torture she would be expected to endure. Jeannine tried to assure her by placing her hand on her sister's shoulder and kissing the top of her blond head.

Jacques pushed apart Julianne's thin thighs at her knees until she faced him with her legs spread wide. With her cleft thusly split, he pushed two thin red nylon cords into the sensitive moist flesh, then hauled them up both in front and from behind until the restraints tightened around her clitoris, bit into her labia and cut a cruel red welt against her mons where it exited her cleft. A thin leather belt held this permanently fastened. The scarlet cords forcefully pulled back the hooded flesh of her clitoris, exposing it and squeezing it from her more than twice its length, even since recently it had been most irritated and excited. Two more library book clips were clamped over the girl's pebble-hard nipples-and Julianne did scream, until Jeannine clamped her hand over her face while Jacques kept her arms pinned to her sides, so her hands could not extract them.

At last the struggling and crying subsided. Jeannine released her and Jacques did the same, after a stern warning not to remove anything until he instructed them to do so.

He commanded them to lift their arms, and they did so, painfully, as much as the nipple clamps would allow. One after the other, Jacques lowered their small white cotton dresses-sans the layered petty coats-over their arms and heads. Still wearing their knee socks, Jacques helped them fasten their black pump slippers for their walk across the yard to the barn.

The night air was seasonably cool, not yet frosty, and no moon hung in the starry sky to light their way. Dark clouds gathered at the horizon, so Jacques urged them on with a quickening pace, hoping to outrace the threat of rain. Charles led the way, holding a kerosene lantern, while Monique followed closely behind. Jacques shepherded the twins ahead of him, reminding them to remain silent in transit, lest their parents awake and discovered them all missing. Before very long, the large wooden hay barn loomed darkly into view. Quietly slipping single file through the latched double wide doors, Jacques led them to the back where a tall ladder stretched up through a hatch in the second floor. With the lantern casting a dancing bright glow on the hay-strewn floor below, one-by-one they cautiously ascended to reach this upper level.

This was the floor where mountains and stacks of hay were stored for their family's stable of horses. Overhead, and higher still in the barn, just beneath the rafters, was another vented attic designed to allow sufficient circulation of air. The children had known of this special abandoned place for as long as they could remember, and often used it in their play to hide, hold clandestine meetings, or just to be left alone. Another smaller ladder affixed to the wall led up to a gloomy dark hatchway above. Once again, they all scaled the sturdy wooden rungs and emerged in the darkened joist-framed cavern. Only the flickering brass lantern cast light through its glass within their tight little circle-all behind and around them was pitch black. A sudden pattering roar on the roof above their heads meant they'd barely made it before the storm struck.

Adjacent to the drop-down hatchway against one side hidden completely within the shadows of the descending eves, the children, over time, had carried up armfuls of hay. By now there was enough to form a broad blanket that was several feet deep in its center, enough to sit or lay comfortably within. Jacques took the precaution to close the hatchway. After setting the lantern down on a makeshift wooden box table, Charles gleefully whooped and threw himself headlong into the hay. There was little chance of their cries or laughter escaping this hideout-it was much too removed from the main house for their voices to carry.

Charles rolled on his side, propped his head in hand and wickedly leered at his docile sisters who huddled together protectively near the edge of the hay. "So what shall we do with them now?" He baited his older brother. The girls remained obediently silent while the crescendo of pelting rain increased and Jacques pondered their fate.

Yes-what TO do? Not just the girls, but with ALL of them? That was the question at the core of his ill-conceived plan. All he knew was he dreamed of escape… to abandon his ill-tempered father and prevent his sisters from being the object of the cruel lecher's attentions before it was too late. Too late for what? His own ambitious desires? Having them all to himself? Was HE any different from his domineering father after all?

He needed time to think… time away from the house under his father's stern rule, time to think things out for himself for once in his life. It wouldn't do leaving the others behind. No, they were part of it. They were part of HIM more than their uncaring father. After all, he LOVED his sisters, and hadn't he PROVED his love for his only brother even more than brotherly love required? Yes! They were HIS more than their father's, and he could liberate them! He would be their new surrogate father-bestowing his attentions on each of them equally, fairly… as long as they believed in him, as long as they followed him, doing exactly as he taught them to behave!

Even so… an initiation was in order! A pact, a promise, a co-joining act, symbolic of their fraternity and liberation. Something so deep and memorable that his siblings would NEVER doubt their incestual bonding wasn't their joint destiny itself in the very first throes of its inception!

"Hey guys! You're all gen-u-ine movie stars now!"

It was Jess, entering the room with Algeron close behind him. Jess was waving the UPS envelope stuffed with lots of papers over his head and he was smiling ear-to-ear.

We girls sorted ourselves out and straightened up our dresses like we were acting all embarrassed to be caught fooling around in a pile of feathers practically naked with each other on the bed… Course, we KNEW it was all for show! Jess told us we were getting our pictures taken anyways!

"Huh?" I asked.

"I just signed the exclusive rights to our videos and pictures over to Mr. LeBeau's studio…"

"Please, mon ami! Jacques! Call me Jacques. We're ALL friends here, n'est pas?"

"For a MILLION bucks a year!"

"Wha?" Lauri exclaimed. "You mean, like MONEY?" Susi's mouth dropped, but DeLorean's expression remained enigmatic.

"LOTS of money!" I told her, hardly believing what my brother was saying.

"It's like, Jacques owns his own modeling studio in Europe called 'LS' which stands for 'Lolita-Suckers' and they have LOTS of beautiful girls working for them making pictures and movies too! Anyway, we're gonna be the LS branch here in America! AND, you guys each get two hundred thousand dollars just for SIGNING UP! It's called a 'signing bonus'! Just like those baseball and football players get! Ain't that cool? Hey Puss! We're RICH!"

"Rich?" I couldn't really figure out what that meant… Like, we just made two hundred bucks dancing butt-naked for Mr. Nobel and Dickwad, and THAT was a lot of money! So how much was two hundred THOUSAND anyways?

"How much does that make?" Lauri echoed my thoughts.

"A SHITLOAD of cash!" Susi exclaimed, her mouth still agape. "Jea-sus! I can buy my momma her shop…"

"Whatta we gotta DO for all that money," I asked, "Algeron? …ah, Jacques?"

"Just what you do so well already, ma cheri! You make more photography and movies, jus like we do today! And we sell them to our 'especial' clients! They LOVE to see the pretty movies of such beautiful young girls like yourselves, non? Es EASY!"

Jeez… We're RICH! It finally dawned on me… And we didn't even have to do anything 'cept have fun screwin' around with each other-just like we do all the time anyways! How cool was that?

"So, you're all gonna sign, right?" Asked Jess, grinning. "You guys'll all be my very first 'professional' models with 'Wild-Cat Productions', a Division of 'Lolita-Suckers of America'!"

"Heck YEAH!" We all screamed!

"Bon! Zess make me sooo how you say? Enchanted!" Gushed Jacques, "An' so to celebrate, a leetle e-ni-ci-acion as you call et, let us retire to zee playhous an' we all sign-up on zee feelthie papeles, non?"

So we jumped off that big ol' bed and raced over to the hugemongous doll house I told you about, only we didn't even have a chance to explore THAT place yet 'cause the room was so huge! Outside I could see storm clouds were gathering, plunging the whole room into a gloomy darkness. I wondered how we were gonna ride our bikes home if it rained! But inside that doll house it was just like a real house almost, with cozy lamps and a tea table all set up for tea-time, and that's where we all sat around where Jacques presented each of us with what Jess said was a REAL 'professional' modeling contract! We got to sign our names like we wanted and write what we wanted to be called (our 'Stage name' <hee-hee!>) and that got each of us a piece of paper for two hundred THOUSAND dollars worth of something called 'egold' in a bank in Liquorishstein! (Jess said it's even BETTER than money!)

Wow! I was SO happy! I was leaning waaaay back on my chair looking up at the ceiling when I noticed a little trapdoor far up there… "Where's THAT go?" I asked.

"Tell me what happened!" Jacques demanded of Monique, pointedly asking her to reveal their father's transgressions upon her. He sought to bond them in a common purpose, to turn them against the authority they lived under - that authority that had violated their security and their adolescent trust. "Tell us ALL how he seduced you, Monique!"

The girl looked away, her face flushing scarlet in the lamplight, lit unexpectedly with jagged brilliant white light as a flash of lightening penetrated the gaps between boards.

"TELL us!" Jacques repeated, just as the crash of tearing thunder accented his menacing anger.

"It began with the lithographs…" She faltered, "He brought me a book when I beseeched him to read to me a story, like he used to do... Only there weren't any words in the book he opened before my eyes… It was illustrations…"

"The same book Charles showed me? The one you two plotted to show me in the library while you waited in the darkness to watch what my reaction would be?"

"Yes. That very one, but there are many others… He would bring a new one each night, and… and then…"

"Then what? Go ON!"

"And then he would touch me - under my gown, between my legs. And he would do that while telling me to look at the photographs, until he made me get wet, and he made me shudder and cry. And then later, he demanded I touch him down there as well, like the children in the book were doing. And since he showed me what would happen, he made his seed leap out and wet my face and body."

"Did he put it inside? Between your legs as we have done?"

"No Jacques! I promise! But he was going to do it. He still wants to! And he told me he wants to do it to the twins very soon!" She sobbed. "You can't let him DO IT Jacques! You MUST take us away! He's horrid! He beats me afterward and he'll beat on the little girls as well!"

Jacques was enraged. Yet, despite all his reasons for needing to do so, his plan could still never work! How could he presume to run away from his parents with his siblings and make a life for them in the world? He was only thirteen after all. He didn't have a profession or a trade by which to support them. Where would they live? Who could they trust who would take them in?

His mounting frustration gave way to lust as he contemplated his sisters and brother assembled around him in the dim attic of the barn. "Fuck!" He cursed, "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

The girls trembled before his rage while the rolling sound of thunder filled the attic, but Charles's face took on a sinister devilish grin. "Now?" He asked, "Up here?"

"Fuck yes!" Jacques spat, admitting to himself there was nothing else he COULD do. Without the means to rescue them, all he could do to was pretend-pretend he was their master-pretend he exercised dominant control over their fate! So he'd take them, as he'd already taken his brother and older sister, Monique. Only the twins remained, and as Charles had once innocently suggested, it was better they experience the real thing sooner from him than later from their pedophile father!

"SOMEDAY we WILL run away." He proclaimed with conviction. "Someday very soon we will live on our OWN! This I promise you! …But not just yet…"

Monique looked dismayed and the twins looked to her, sharing her bitter disappointment. Charles merely turned away, cursing under his breath. Jacques felt he was losing them!

"But SOON!" He fought to reunite them. "First, we must form a pact. We must sign an oath among us. A blood oath! Blood from our bodies, VIRGIN blood-from Jeannine and Julianne! THEIR blood we shall all share, and be bound in a common cause, a cause of liberation from tyranny forever!"

"Zat, ma cheri, ess an especial attic above zee teahou!" Jacques told me. "I was saving dis for last, you see, for our especial e-ni-ci-acion! Now zat you are all part of ze studio, we weel make a leetle moovie up inside zis attic, oui?"

That was curious, but it sounded kinda cool to check out a new secret room, so we said, okay, and Jacques pushed a button somewheres so the door in the ceiling opened and a rope ladder fell down from the hatch. He patted our behinds and held our little butts as one-by-one as we climbed up that ladder; first Jessie, followed by DeLorean, then Susi, Lauri and me last. I think he liked actually wanted to look up our dresses when we climbed over his head! Our new friend Jacques is really a dirty old man, but he's still lots of fun too, so that's okay!

Upstairs was kinda creepy though. It was just an old attic that was pitch-dark, but there was a big pile of hay right next to the door there where we climbed through. Jess found an old lantern sitting on a wooden box and he used his lighter to light it. That little lamp didn't help much! It was still kinda dark and creepy up there except around the pile of hay where we were sitting! And it didn't help any when we all heard the low rumbling of thunder outside too! Guess we'd all get soaked going home!

"What's so special 'bout THIS place?" Lauri asked, looking around her as Jacques's white-haired moustache and beard cleared the hatch.

Jacques stood and his head nearly hit the rough-wood rafters. "Eet ees to bee a how you say, misery! We make our first leetle moovie for moi, oui!"

"Uh, I THINK he means a mystery, girls!" Jess corrected.

"Ah yas… jus so!" Jacques beamed down at us. "Zere are leetle moovie cameras everywhere, like in all my hous!"

"Dats… Uh, THAT'S cool, we can do a movie up here, can't we girls?" I asked the others. "But its like, just what IS it you want us to DO Jacques?"

"First the youngest ones must SEE and KNOW what we three already share." Jacques continued, seeing the spark of interest rekindled in Charles and Monique's eyes. "Tonight, they will be initiated among us! Their virgin blood will flow and paint my prick, just as the blood from Monique's cunt did earlier this evening. Next, each of you will drink of it, tasting my seed as you do! First by me, and then by Charles. Agreed?"

The four nodded their heads in silent ascent, the twins doing so only after taking direction from their willful older sister.

"Monique!" Jacques barked out, "Go to Charles now, and show your sisters your complete obedience to the youngest of your new masters!"

Jeannine and Julianne's wide-eyed expressions naturally turned to Monique to see if their older sister would actually go through with it-would actually let Charles have his way with her, as Jacques now sternly commanded her to do. Monique was reluctant and hesitated. Having sex with Jacques had always been her desire, but then, having him turn her over to her younger brother Charles for his own enjoyment, was an embarrassment she hoped she'd not have to endure again. Yet here he was offering her up to him once again, and this time in front of her youngest sisters! She flushed scarlet and bowed her head in shame.

Charles sported a lewd grin as he tore away his shirt and kicked off his trousers. The twins were enchanted when they saw his leering grin was not the sole lewd object he proudly sported! Charles reached out and took Monique's hands and pulled her onto the hay where he stood. He then took his time stripping away her flimsy nightgown.

"Take off your dresses, you two!" Jacques demanded, facing the two little girls. "Show your brother and sister what you're wearing beneath!"

Charles's hand froze in the process of cupping his older sister's cunt, his eyes, as were Monique's, glued on the brazen display their two younger sisters presented. With their white cotton dresses cast aside, the two now stood dressed only in the erotically altered underwear Jacques had prepared for them, bound painfully tight on their narrow hips, pushing their exposed mons and labia through the open gaps of the silken fabric. On their breasts the clamps still held, biting into their tiny nipples and pulling them out cruelly, their delicate fleshy tips looking raw and unnaturally distended.

"Monique, on your knees! And pull your cheeks aside so that your sisters and I may watch Charles enter into your backside!"

Monique grunted as she felt the tip of Charles's hard knob shove past the rim of her anus, and then she actually cried out in pain when the boy in his enthusiasm rudely shoved his hips tightly against her, running the entire length of his male member fully inside her most private place. The two little girls looked on transfixed, their mouths hanging open, their hearts skipping a beat. And to see their brother clinging to their sister's nakedness, shoving and rutting his boy-thing in and out of her behind so brutally, they became afraid and trembled before Jacques.

"Now for you two! Down on your knees! Hurry up! Do as I tell you!"

The two obediently bent over with their barely-clad backsides raised toward the crotch of their older brother. Apprehensively they both heard him fumble with his buttons, distinctly heard the metallic ring of his belt buckle as it was unloosed. A rustle of fabric told them he must now be as naked as brother Charles was, poised to ram his bigger boy-thing into THEM, right where Charles was putting his in Monique! A horrible crash of thunder split the room. Little Julianne began to whimper.

"Let me get this straight…" I said. Algeron… ugh, Jacques that is, had this weird way he wanted us to fuck for our very first dirty movie for him. And that was cool by us, now that we're all real movie stars and everything. But like, I was having trouble figuring out how he wanted everyone to be arranged! "First you want Jess fucking me while you and the other girls watch us do it, right? Then you want the two little girls, DeLorean and Susi to get down on their hands and knees and bend over in front of you while you fuck them from behind… I got that… But then, where does Lauri go?"

"I know!" Lauri jumped up and down excitedly, "I can be underneath and giving him a blowjob getting his dick all slippery and hard and ready for Susi and DeLorean! Hugh?" She asked Jacques. "I can do THAT! Right?"

"But or cors, ma cheri! Zat weel be delightful!"

Once all that was arranged, like after we knew what he wanted to do to us that makes him get horny an' all, the rest was easy! By now I figured out that guys need to have special things happen sometimes for them to make the most cum they can. It's like, I had to get my brother Jess to see me in a little cheerleader skirt when I was naked underneath the very first time, just so he'd be horny enough to do it to me without thinking! And Mr. Gonzales likes to see little girls tease him before he gets as big as a baseball bat and jumps on us when we're playing outside in my teahouse. Mr. Connor likes schoolgirls, I guess that's why he's such a good teacher! Mr. Nobel likes to see little girls dance, maybe 'cause he's not supposed to! Even ol' Dickwad has to have something. I think for him it's thinking he can arrest you and handcuff you to a bed or something. That must be a cop thing... making you do whatever they tell you.

Anyways… Jess got right into me and started fuckin' like crazy! He didn't even take his pants all the way off or let me get out of my dress! I KNOW it turns him on to do it in movies an' all… But this wasn't even OUR movie, so I figured he musta felt REAL horny just showin' off in front of a grownup and the three other girls at the same time! He was bending me over backwards and fucking me so hard and fast on that hay, it didn't take long before my little clitty popped right out! Rubbing his slippery cock with every stroke! I was gonna cum real HARD myself pretty fuckin' soon!

Jacques held his cock at the ready, poised before the two wetly parted, half-mooned slopes guarding Jeannine's spread cleft. Her minuscule passage was invitingly open, expectant, ready to slot the fat knob of his sword before his fateful plunge would make her forever his lover. Sister Julianne, the youngest, would be next to bleed over his pulsing burning meat…

But suddenly brother Charles yelled out in the throes of his agonizing release and sister Monique joined his cries at the height of her climax as well. She shuddered and bucked beneath him. He too arched back and kicked for traction to plow her deeply… His foot slipped on the hay, hit the crate holding the flickering lantern, it teetered then fell, and shattered on the hard-wood boards beneath. Instantly kerosene-soaked hay ignited.

"FIRE! YAAA!" Charles yelled, trying to jump up from his sister and get away.

Yet they were too tightly joined to react in time-the fire leaped to their clothes and the hay around them. Jacques lost sight of them behind the searing bright heat and smoke, only their high-pitched screams and their frantic cries filled his ears. A rapidly spreading wall of flames cut him off from reaching his older brother and sister, there was only one thing he could do… Try to save the youngest ones first before attempting any return.

Snatching up the twins, he stumbled through the acrid billowing smoke, seeking the hatchway-their only hope of escape.

His sisters felt like rag dolls under each of his arms. Each was screaming as loudly as the blood-chilling screeches heard from his older siblings. Jacques was stumbling blindly, thick rolling smoke burned his eyes. Hugging Jeannine to his side while he groped with his hand along the floorboards, he desperately sought the iron ring by which to raise the hatch-door. At last he discovered it. Ominously, Charles and Monique's screams had abruptly ceased. While raising the heavy hatchway, Jeannine's grip suddenly slipped from his sweat-beaded neck. He desperately grabbed for her hand, but she fell away from him through the yawning dark void… "Jeannine!" He cried out for her, barely before his ears heard the sickening report of a dull thud hit the barn floor far below!

(Continued in Chapter 23)

Note: These stories are derived from my preteen sister's online diary-submitted by Kamkat. Be sure to look for "The CAS Experiment" also on Dragon's fantastic website, Perverts_R_Us. Comments to: catsNO-SPAMclaw@hush.ai. (Remove NO-SPAM).