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This Chapter One was originally posted on
December 25, 1999 (yes, 4 years ago, I can
hardly believe it).
Disclaimer:
The following story is in no way intended to be a faithful adaptation of
the classic story by Charles Dickens. Only in my perverted mind do these
events and circumstances exist. But upon watching the classic story on
Christmas Eve (last night) I felt compelled to write my own version of
the timeless classic. Granted, things had to be slightly skewed and
warped to fit my
intentions, but the overall aspect is hopefully achieved. It is my
Christmas Present to all the readers of this newsgroup. Please enjoy and
Happy Holidays to all.
Author's Note:
Since the story takes place in the early 1800s London, descriptions of
clothing, places, language and such will reflect such a time. Things
such as AIDS, safe sex, morals and
plausabiltiy have not yet come into being so deal with it. Thank you for
your time.
Additional Note: (new)
Some parts of the chapters will contain no sex
and are merely just part of the classic tale in order to keep the
narrative feel of the story.
"An Incest Carol" by kids_at_play
A Parody (my apologies to Mr. C. Dickens)
Story Codes for the entire story:
(mf, Mf, Fm, MF, inc cons, mast, oral, preg, bizarre twist)
Story Codes for Chapter One:
(mf, inc cons, sex)
Chapter One
Stave 1
Old Jacob Marley had been dead these past seven Christmases ago. Oop,
sorry, wrong beginning.........................
..................Ebenezer Scrooge was known throughout the London town
as the meanest, stingiest, miserliest man ever to walk the earth. And
with good reason. His money-changing hole was the strictest
establishment on Walker's Row there ever was. If you borrowed even a
sixpence from Scrooge, why he'd see to it that if you didn't pay him
back a crown and tuppance you'd be hauled off to the debtor's prison. A
fine businessman Scrooge was, but not a very nice human being.
Although his partner in business had died seven years ago this very
evening, Christmas Eve for that matter, Ebenezer Scrooge had continued
to toil and drudge over the books, along with his clerk, a tall
middle-aged man by the name of Bob Cratchit. Bob was a hearty fellow,
he'd have to be to put up with the likes of Scrooge himself, and when he
was at work he
sullenly followed Mr. Scrooge's instructions to the letter. He had to,
or risk losing his 7 shillings-a-week position. Bob earned next to
nothing working for Mr. Scrooge, hence his family suffered from it. Bob
had fathered a nice large family. He had a lovely wife and five
children, 2 boys and 3 girls. Martha, the oldest girl, was a fine young
woman of 13 years of age. She had reached the age of employment and so
had gone out and rang in as a garment worker to help support her
brothers and sisters.
The youngest Cratchit, Tiny Tim, was a lovable lad of 9, always quick
with a smile and a kind word, even for strangers. Alas, he was stricken
lame since birth, and Bob could not afford the doctors that were needed
in order to make Tiny Tim walk again. But Bob and his family were very
happy. And moreso this time of year since it was Christmas time! And now
it was Christmas Eve and Bob was scribbling furiously in the ledger book
while stealing glances at the
clock on the wall. His fingers were numb from the cold, a single candle
burning on his highboy. Mr. Scrooge would not hear of wasting an extra
lump of coal. One rock was quite enough for the small cramped office.
The clock finally chimed seven bells and Bob Cratchit slipped his pen
back into the inkwell and closed the ledger book. Dust spumed around
him. Mr. Scrooge was also against hiring cleaning ladies to keep the
office dustfree.
Ebenezer Scrooge came out of his office looking every bit the dour
curmudgeon that he was known to be. Bob handed him his hat and coat and
nervously helped Mr. Scrooge on with his overcoat. He always dreaded
what came next.
"I suppose you'll be wanting the whole day off tomorrow, eh, Cratchit?"
Scrooge snarled.
"Er, if it's convenient, sir," Bob said meekly.
"Well, it's not convenient--and it's not right!" Scrooge bellowed.
"It--it's only once a year, sir," Bob intoned.
"Poor excuse to pick a man's pocket every 25th of December, I say. Very
well. Have the whole day and be done with it. But be here all the
earlier tomorrow morning. Understand?"
"Oh, yes sir! Thank you, Sir!" Bob nearly cried.
"Don't sound so melodramatic, Cratchit, you're lucky I'm giving you that
much!"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Scrooge," Bob lowered his voice again and handed him his
scarf.
Mr. Scrooge left the shop and Bob extinguished the lone candle and made
sure that the wee fire in the hearth had burnt out completely. He donned
his own coat, hat and scarf, and set out to make his way home. Tonight
was Christmas Eve, and his oldest daughter Martha said she might be able
to make it home to celebrate with the family if the factory would shut
down early. Bob wished that she would be able to make it. He missed
Matha much more now that she took the position at the factory. He smiled
to himself as he thought of the possibility of seeing his eldest
daughter tonight.
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Ebenezer Scrooge sat in front of his fireplace in his long nightgown,
slippers and kerchief. He used his gloves to retrieve the bowl of
steaming hot porridge from the fire. He sat back in his straight back
chair and listened to the wind howl about the building's windows and
doors. He was securely shuttered inside his drawing room, having locked
all the security locks on the doors and windows. Ebenezer Scrooge did
not wish for anyone to break into his home and steal all his hard-earned
wealth.
As he tasted his porridge, Scrooge thought he heard a noise outside in
the hall. Listening, he
dismissed it as the wind and continued eating. Then he heard the sound
of bells ringing. He looked at his sidetable and saw that his clapper
was still. Then, he heard a mighty crash and looked to see his
double-bolted door swing wide open and there appeared in the doorway a
spectre the likes of which he had never seen before.
"Who--who are you?" Scrooge inquired.
"Ask me who I was?" the spirit moaned.
"All right then, who were you?"
"In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley."
Scrooge stood aghast. This could not be. Old Jacob lie dead as a
doornail for seven years now.
"I see you doubt my existence, Ebenezer," the spectre lamented.
"I only doubt my senses," Scrooge replied, getting over his fright and
regaining his toughness.
"What would you have me do to prove myself to you, Ebenezer?" the spirit
asked.
"Can you sit?"
"I can."
"Then do it, and quickly."
The spirit that was Jacob Marley sat down opposite Scrooge. Girded
around his waist were chains and lockboxes and safes of varying sizes
and weights.
"What--why have you visited me here tonight, Jacob, old friend?" Scrooge
asked.
"I have watched you, my old friend, doing your business since the day I
expired. Watchng you
live day to day and hour to hour as you go about changing people's lives
forever. Yet you yourself have changed and altered people's lives in
ways you know not nor care to, perhaps."
"I--I don't understand, Jacob. What do you mean when you say these
things?"
"Just that in your life you can alter someone's fate by a stroke of your
pen--but--little do you know the forbearance of your own life that still
occludes those around you to this day and time."
"What--what can I do for you, Jacob?" Scrooge asked the spectre.
"You have but three chances to redeem yourself, Ebenezer Scrooge. Three
chances to
reclamate yourself, as it were. You will be visited by three spirits
during the night that will assist you in finding that which was lost to
you so many years ago."
"I--I'd rather not, Jacob, if it's all the same to you," Scrooge
trifled.
"You have but no choice, Ebenezer," the spirit of Jacob Marley intoned.
"Expect the first tonight when the clock tolls one."
"If it's all the same to you, Jacob, then I'd rather not," Scrooge said
smugly.
But the spectre paid no heed to Scrooge's remark and instead shook his
chains and fetters and howled until Scrooge begrudgingly
accepted his fate thrust upon him that night.
And with that the spectre arose and without moving his legs made his way
to the window and the locked and bolted window slid up noiselessly.
"Look to see me no more!" the ghost of Jacob Marley intoned.
And as Scrooge watched the spirit floated through the opened window and
into the night--gone.
Scrooge then retired to his bed, drawing his silk bedcurtains closed
around him securely and safely. Bah, humbug, he whispered to himself as
he disappeared under his blankets.
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BONG!
Scrooge awoke on the stroke! He looked around nervously and warily
parted the bed
curtains and peered out into the darkness. Nothing. Humph. All a bad
dream, he muttered to himself as he went to lay back down.
Suddenly, an eerie glow emanated from the closed door of his bedroom. As
he peered out from the bedcurtains again he saw the shape of a spirit
take form and materialize through his closed door. Fully recognizable,
Scrooge saw the form of an elderly white-haired man, kindly- looking and
patient he seemed to be.
"Are--are you the spirit whose forthcoming was told to me?" he asked the
spirit.
"I am."
"And are you the hope and chance I was told of?"
"I am."
"Pray, tell me, spirit, who are you? Or is it, who were you?"
"I am the ghost of Incest Pa
t."
"Long past?"
"No, your past."
At the mention of the word "Incest" Scrooge's old miserly heart froze.
He hadn't given any thought to THAT in quite a long time. Quite a long
time indeed. He thought for sure that NO ONE knew anything about THAT.
But then of course if anyone would know about THAT the spirit surely
would!
"What would you have with me then, spirit?" Scrooge asked the old man.
"Much."
"Much--hmmm. Well, then, spirit, do what you must. Get on with it."
"Touch my robe, Ebenezer, and you shall be uplifted."
Scrooge touched the man's white robe and suddenly found himself being
transported through the air as if he were flying. Yet he felt no cold
nor wind nor any sensation that he was moving. Within seconds the old
man and he were set upon a snow-covered pasture, outside of several
stone-walled buildings. Scrooge recognzed the surroundings instantly.
This was where he attended the private school when he was just a lad.
"You recognize this place?" the spirit asked him.
"Of course! I was a schoolboy here!" Scrooge exclaimed.
"You remember good times here, then?"
"Well, no, not exactly good times--but, that's not what's important. I
grew up here--you always remember the place where you grow up!"
"I see a deserted schoolhouse--with a lone boy inside--his friends all
having left him behind to go and join their families for Christmas.
You--
Ebenezer--are the boy, are you not?"
"Yes," Scrooge said dejectedly. "Forgotten by even my own father."
"Yes, but I can see that not everyone has forgotten you, Ebenezer."
In an instant, Scrooge and the spirit were inside the one-room
schoolhouse. Sitting at the long wooden table was a young boy of 14
years of age. Ebenezer Scrooge himself.
"Do not worry, Ebenezer. These are but shadows of things that have
already occurred. We can neither be seen nor heard by those around us,"
the spirit told Scrooge.
As Scrooge and the old man looked at the saddened young lad they heard
the sound of approaching horses and a carriage. Young Ebenezer Scrooge
seemed not to hear it and kept on staring at the floor. The doors to the
schoolhouse flung open and a young lass walked in.
"Fan! My sweet Fan!" invisible Scrooge cried.
"Your sister, I believe," the spirit said.
"Yes, Fan. My older sister. 16 to my 14" Scrooge remarked.
"A very beautiful, frail creature," the spirit observed.
"Yes, she was."
Fan Scrooge was indeed a beauty. Long curly black hair surrounding a
pretty button-nosed face. A smile as sweet as candy and a touch as soft
as velvet. She rushed over to the dejected young lad sitting at the
table and said,
"Ebenezer! Ebenezer Scrooge!"
At the sound of her voice the lad looked up and immediately a huge smile
crossed his
countenance.
"Fan! Fan, you've come! You've come!" young Ebenezer exclaimed.
The two siblings hugged tightly and the spirit and invisible Scrooge
watched the tender reunion.
The siblings broke apart and young Ebenezer said,
"What brings you here, Fan?"
"Father has sent me to bring you home, Ebenezer!"
"Surely you jest, sister. Are you serious?"
"As serious as a bedpost!" Fan cried, tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh, I--I can't believe it!" young Ebenezer said.
He hugged his sister again, even more tighly than before.
"How did father--um, what did father say?" Scrooge asked his sister.
"Father was oh so nice, brother, you should have seen him. It was just
last night that we were in bed together and I had asked him just one
more time if maybe you should come home now that you've grown into a
young man."
"And did he agree outright?"
"Well, at first not--but then I placed my hand on his huge prick and
started rubbing it up and down like he likes me to do for him and soon
enough he agreed to send me to fetch you. And then I took him in my
mouth and when he had emptied his seed into my stomach he also said that
you were never to come back here to this place again!"
"Oh, Fan! That's incredible! Thank you, dear sister!"
The siblings hugged again and young Ebenezer Scrooge felt the softness
now of his sister's young body pressed against his own. It had been so
long since he had been with his sister.
He had been sent off to this private school at the age of 6 and had been
here ever since. When he was 5, his sister, who was 7 at the time, had
introduced him to how it felt to have his willy played with. And ever
since those times young Ebenezer had dreamed of one day seeing his
sister again.
Young Ebenezer felt a stirring in his britches. His willy was getting
hard. He broke their hug and Fan gazed down at her brother's lap and
simply smiled.
"My, brother dear, that looks awful big. It must have grown some since
you were 5."
"Oh, yes, Fan, it has grown tremendously. Why don't you take a look,
sister dear?"
Fan's hands went to her brother's britches and opened the button that
held them closed. She unbuttoned the fly and reached inside the opening.
She grabbed hold of young Ebenezer's prick and drew it from the flap.
"Ooh, Ebenezer, it has grown! You certainly are a man now, aren't you?"
his sister exclaimed upon seeing his hard rod.
"I will be a man only when I can have you, Fan! Only then!"
"Then so be it, brother! I have wanted you for all these years. Father
has not yet entered me so I wish you to be the first, dear brother."
"Oh, Fan, you don't know what that means to me!" young Ebenezer sighed.
Fan gripped her brother's prick and began to stroke it up and down in
his lap. Young Ebenezer's prick was a good eight inches long. Of that
fact Ebenezer was quite proud. But that was his only gift, it seemed.
But to him it was enough.
"Oh, Fan, your hands feel like soft velvet on my tool. Ahhhh."
"Then perhaps, dear brother, you will also enjoy this!" Fan said as she
leaned over his lap and engulfed his prick in her mouth.
Young Ebenezer sat upright as he felt his sister's mouth encompass his
sex. Never had he felt such bliss. Not even his own hand compared to
that which he felt now.
As Fan sucked on his prick, young Ebenezer began rubbing his sister's
breasts through her
dress. The underlying corset and brassiere did not allow him to feel her
breasts completely but nevertheless he rubbed them in earnest.
Fan sat back up and said,
"Wait, Ebenezer, let me take off my dress so you can have at me better.
And why don't you remove your trousers? Unzip me, dear brother!"
Young Ebenezer unzipped his sister's dress in the back and saw a swath
of white in the opening. While his sister slipped out of her dress
Ebenezer removed his britches. He sat bareassed on the wooden table
bench. He had to be careful lest he find splinters in his cheeks.
He gazed at his sister's loveliness, dressed now as she was in a white
corset and white brassiere underneath. Fan had smallish breasts, for she
was a small, frail, delicate creature indeed. Ebenezer's prick jutted
upwards and bobbled as he reached out and tried to reach down inside the
tight corset for his sister's breasts.
"Wait, Ebenezer--let me just open a few of these stays so you can--"
Having opened a few of the corset's stays Ebenezer was now able to dip
his hands inside her top and fondle her small breasts. He felt her
nipples already stiff and he pinched them tenderly. He managed to yank
down one side of her loose corset and the cup of the brassiere, baring
one of her young breasts to his gaze.
He leaned forwards and latched his mouth onto one of the orbs, suckling
at it like a baby would at its mother's teat.
Ebenezer's hands kept busy stroking his sister's exposed legs. She wore
black nylon stockings which were attached to her garter belt. He ran his
hands over her nylon-covered thighs, loving the feel of the hosiery. Her
bloomers were white and lacy. He longed to see that part of her where he
wished to put his member. Some of his better friends at the school,
those who did not tease him, had allowed him to view their collection of
books that displayed a variety of pictures showing a man and a woman
having what the boys termed "sex". So Ebenezer
was prepared and felt that he knew what to do if the time should ever
arrive for him to have "sex".
"I want you to take me, Ebenezer," Fan sighed as he licked at her tit.
"Take me right here,
dear brother. I want you to make me pregnant."
Young Ebenezer stopped sucking his sister's teat and sat straight up. He
was shocked at first but then welcomed the invitation.
"You shall have to remove my knickers, dear brother, though, so that we
may join as one."
Young Ebenezer could not believe his luck. 14 and he was going to give
his sister a baby. His prick throbbed with anticipation. His hands
reached for Fan's bloomers.
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End of Chapter One
Any comments can be addressed to me at kids_at_play@webtv.net Or post
them to the newsgroup. Thank you and Merry Christmas.
kids_at_play
"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me." (Gary Allan)
"Thank Heaven for little girls!" (Maurice Chevalier)
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful --
1965)
"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."
(Anon)
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats, "Endymion" 1818
Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them.
kids_at_play