August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 31
Connections

The Dark of the New Moon
	“Alone; alone I sit on a sandy beach
	  Listening to the waves lap lightly to shore
   	  Then, without a word, move back to come again 
	  Alone I sit on a rock surrounded by the sea
	  And watch	the waves crash around me
	  A gull calls out o’erhead and breaks the silence in my mind
	  We are as one in nature
	  The gull turns seaward, the methodic clap of his great wings
	  Clap in the stillness of the air
	  Suddenly, the gull tilts and heads downward spiraling!
	  It breeches the surface and hurries off with its prize  
	  The ripples formed move toward me
	  As each succeeding circle reaches out--
	  the placid moonlight bounces into my eyes
	  I am not lonely--I am alone.”

	It wasn’t a turbulent sea, there were no waves.  There was no gull.  No sublime serenity of peacefulness that would last perpetually.  There was peace, a quiet calm.  There was an eagle, no--actually a red tailed hawk.  There was no moon but a great shinning orb.  No sea, but a great drop off to a very deep canyon.
	Despite the record times he had taken a life, ended a life, he actually did not care for it.  Taking another’s life was the absolute last resort.  Or at least that was what he told himself.  Taking a life was for the preservation of his own.  He offered a prayer, he would have actually likened to have kept the life he was about to send to the “great beyond”, but she was “gone.”  
Her mind completely oblivious to all things around her, unable to take care of her own needs; she did not respond to verbal commands, minding commands, or anything.  She was gonesville and thusly deemed to be a burden.
	For awhile, since arriving in the New World, taking care of Kim Whinters was okay.  A chore and a task to be sure, but after a few sex sessions with her with no response Kam Kneely made the decision.
	How his partner and sidekick Danny Rennat felt about he did not know.  Or care.  Kim was his responsibility, she was mindless--completely dependant on others to feed and care for her bathroom needs.  She required a diaper and it was gross.
	For as many as two days Kam had tried to re-wire the woman’s mind, but there was not so much as resistance as there was a communication problem; Kam found a mixture of Korean and Chinese languages in his attempt at making steadfast connections to bring the woman back to some semblance of normalcy.
	There were too many things to do other than tend to one person; the group was in a New World, what dangers lurked around them was unknown.  Was there a way BACK to their Birth World?  Were there others to encounter in the New World?  Were there civilizations about?
	The needs were many--Food, Water, Shelter.  (clothing optional)
	Had Kam known that they were going to be stranded in a parallel world, he would have stocked the mega RV with more than what there was.  With over twenty souls to care for, two-to-three meals a day was going to go thru what was available fast.
	Not far from where the group had come to rest after their harrowing ordeal of transitioning from the Birth World to the New World, Kam had Kim Whinters poised at the edge of a cliff.  The cliff overlooked a massive deep-deep canyon that was narrow at the end where they stood, but opened up to a massive forest that resembled much like the tops of broccoli.  And Kam hated broccoli.
	There was a small river coursing thru the canyon, the sides of the canyon were rocky and filled with nooks and crannies.  A thousand feet if not more to the river that angled down some forty degrees.  The river came gushing straight out of the box end of the canyon.
	He sighed.  He didn’t blame himself, no, not that.  She just couldn’t take the assault on her family, herself.  She couldn’t take seeing her son and daughter engaging in immoral acts--with each other or the others--let alone her own son boffing her as well as daughter licking out her poon.
	It was too much.
	Kam figured that the woman’s demise was brought on by the simple fact that she wanted to express to “others” that she was a bonifide Christian, a good person, a pillar, respectable, and all that--not that she was a closet perv and enjoyed traipsing on the other side of the line to have hanky and panky with another woman--a woman who was a few years YOUNGER than she!
	So all that messed with her mind and fucked her up.  And she found herself standing precariously at the dangerous edge of a mighty cliff.  
	The hawk soared on the updrafts.  A breeze exploded up from the deep canyon nearly knocking Kam and Kim off their feet.  Kim nearly went over the edge--and Kam reached for her.
	He reached for her and pulled her back.
	He reached for her and PULLED her back!
	Turning her around he looked into her eyes.
	“Anyone there?”
	No answer.
	Then, ’Yes.’
	“Yes?”
	‘Hello, who is there?’
	Kam sighed.  He had a lot of work to do.

*

Meanwhile, back at the raunch…
	Danny was beginning to enjoy his ‘new way of life’.  a lot.  The benefits outweighed the consequences.  But in a New World, where there were apparently the lack of a Government and/or Law Enforcing Agency, the “consequences” no longer existed.
	With Danny’s girls--Stephanie and Michelle, and his boys--Cole, Gavin, Han Lee, no longer requiring their “temple adorations”, Danny was free to use them on those who DID need them.
	Glorina Derella was one who did, but not so much as NEED as she was just not 100 percent trusting.  Fortunately, Mia was.  Cheryl was one who was fifty/fifty, but the threat of having her feet cut off if she broke and ran off again somewhat kept the young teen in line.
	The others of Kam’s were “in line” as well, Beth, Katy, Mitch, etc.
	
	Sex, sex, sex--there never was enough sex.  Of course, it seriously did a number on one’s wang.  Everyone went naked, unless you were a girl on the rag.  Other than that, naked was the game.  If the weather turned bad, clothing was okayed.  (but so far, the new world was proving to be very generous in the weather department.)
	Of course, that could change at any moment at any time without any notice.  The mega RV was suitable for living year round, but more space was needed.  Food and water sources needed to be found, and some sort of security was warranted, too.
	Mostly birds had been seen, butterflies and other insects, but no pesky bothersome kind.  There were fish in the creek, but fishing poles needed to be constructed.  No small game (squirrel/rabbit/fowl) had been seen but it was plausible that they were there.
	The mega RV sat in a sublime area of trees, grass, bushes and shrubs.  The air was sweet and scented with mostly honeysuckle and wild roses.  In a way, it was paradise!
	Danny found joy in having others do things that that normally would not do--such and the likes Kim’s children Summer and Chris engaging in strict immoral and illicit sex.  Summer giving her brother a blowjob while everyone watched was one thing, and Chris sucking on his sister’s cunt was one thing--but for Summer to lay on her brother and self guide his young prong into her cunny!
	Mia.
	The thirty-three year old was in her glory, free from scorn or arrest, she was free to be herself and explore all the exploits that were sexual.  She truly enjoyed sex with Kim, and with another best friend her age.  But there was a unyielding quivering in her cunny satiated only by the likes a young person--boy or girl it didn’t matter.  To Mia Doh, sex was sex and it was good any way you could get it.
	Mainly because she had known Chris most of her life AND he was her best friend’s son--Mia enjoyed having Chris fuck her.  She loved him to love her cunny--with his cock, tongue, fingers, whatever.  She loved to have him pound her asshole, too.  She truly loved for him to pee down between her tits and while he did so--she would gleefully suck him dry!
	Young Mitch she enjoyed, too.
	And Cole, Gavin, Han Lee.
	Lastly to join up into the torrid group of Naughties was Chase.  Chase was the horny little boy from the RV campsite; his family of beered up redneck bikers were so integrated that he didn’t really know just exactly WHO his natural father was!  
	Chase was eight.  He was a little buff, his little wanker was a bit bigger/longer than most eight year old farts his age.  By admission and probing, Kam and Danny learned the boy had not only fucked his cousin (or maybe she was a sister…) but several of the other little girls Danny had watched that day.  The little Kam had acquired along with Chase, Carrie, did similarly resemble the boy, she was a mere six--blond haired, blue eyes, and similar features.  But if she were a cousin…
	Kam found that Chase had also put his little pecker to the three year old, fucking her in the ass while two older boys held her.  Although she had screamed and cried about it, none of the adults did anything--they basically were too fucked up with weed and beer to really know what was going on--little kids often screamed and cried for some reason or another.
	Anyways, though Kam had been the one bringing the latest two waifs in, Danny was the one seemingly looking after them.  With his temple adorations and Kam’s mental powers (aided by his minding device) Chase and Carrie addressed Danny as “dad.”
	Cole, Gavin, and Han Lee did likewise.
	Chris and his sister Summer also.
	Kam put it to the girls, and Mitch, of his original crew, that they, too, should address him as “dad.”  They needed or required Danny’s special technique OR Kam’s, he just told them to make it easier on them and himself to address him as “dad.”
	“I’m not replacing YOUR dad, or mother.  But addressing me by name is awkward.” he simply told them and they readily accepted.
	Cheryl.
	Cheryl merely needed the threat of having her feet chopped off if she ever took off from the group again, caused trouble in ANY way, or anything other than what she was told to do or expected.
	Glorina Kam saw in her mind though was still high pissed and upset at the outrageousness of Kam’s doings, was accepting the new ordeal and only wanted to live long enough to see Kam’s balls hanging from a tree.  Just his balls.
	 To say the least Danny was surprised when Kam and Kim returned.  Kim still looked a little “spaced”.  Danny was under the impression that the mother of Chris and Summer was NOT going to be returning to the group after the trek out to the nearby cliff.  Danny didn’t know what had changed Kam’s mind--but he was glad of it.
	Karen Tallwood and Hanna Bolin made the afternoon lunch.  Cheryl had the task of watching over the younger kids.  Mitch had struck off to the nearby creek for to fish for the evening supper.  Young Megan from the hospital rushed out to greet her “dad.”  she had been one of the first to be mindedly adjusted to accept Kam as her new daddy.  Kam loved the young girl, more than just sexually.
	Kim would still require a diaper, made of bed sheets.  Glorina would be in charge of “changing” the woman, cleaning her, and etc. until Kam’s workings on her fragile mind could take hold and she could take care of her personal needs on her own.
	Kam didn’t change the fact for Kim not to be Chris and Summer’s mother, he had originally planned that when he returned from the cliff “alone”, he and Danny would put it to the young impressionable minds of Chris & Summer that Mia was their mother.  And Mia was fine with that.
	But it was not meant to be and that was okay, too.

	Mitch returned in the late of the day with a bountiful supply of fish.  The kids had found berry bushes and tubers (potatoes and carrots).  There were many surprises throughout the area the group had come to rest in; a bountiful harvest of various foods for the taking.  Kam and Danny made sure to be careful--not to overdo the harvesting and to replant when possible.
	There were various legumes (peas, beans, etc.), fruits and veggies (most of the group, however, passed on the veggies unless it was absolutely the only thing(s) left to nosh on.)
	No cows or goats so water and flavored water was the only drink to be had.  No fast food restaurants, either--so no hamburgers or fries or shakes.  The group would make do with what was available and that was that.
	Mitch was the fisherman.  Most times he fished alone and preferred it that way as if taking some of the others--the littler kids along, they had no patience for fishing and played around too much thusly scarring off the fish.  So as not to over fish an area, Mitch often struck out further and further downstream and many times did not return until after dark.
	One day in particular this occurred and worried Kam.  The evening was darkening and the air chilling.  Those tiny hairs on the back of his neck began to tingle.  When the lonesome howl of a wolf came to the campsite, Kam struck off his ownself.
	Just then Mitch broke into the camp light, “Come quick, there’s people trapped!”

Merrier is more
	The creek ran fast and faster as it narrowed and spilled over a twenty foot cliff.  A nice pond deep and chocked with logs and rocks--just right for fishes to hide in there was to get around without falling in.  The creek did not continue as such ON the land but some feet under thru an underground channel to come up several hundred yards away even faster than before.  It gushered out to a spillway that flowed steeply into a great rocky orifice that went into some deep unknown abyss.
	(which at length it eventually shot out of the box canyon to make the river in the canyon from earlier…)
	As Kam and Danny neared the area where Mitch guided them they could hear the screams of despair from several peoples.  Flashlights and spotlights helped illuminate the dark of the night.  There was a late model station wagon wedged into the rocky hole where the water was flowing underground.  A woman was caught in her seatbelt and near drowning as the water crashed over her.  She could barely keep her head and mouth up enough to breathe.  A teen boy clung to the rear of vehicle, on the shore was a very frightened young boy.
	A teen girl and a not-yet-teen girl were inside the vehicle tangled in their belongings of ditty bags and assorted camping gear.
	The car made a horrendous sound as the water was forcing it down into the hole.  The rocky orifice was tight but beginning to crumble around the edges--kinda like a major turd stuck in the toilet…
	Kam tossed one end of the rope to the teen boy.  
	“Tie it to the bumper!” Kam shouted to be heard.  The boy was waterlogged and near drowned, he had managed to grab his young sibling and toss him to the shore.  There wasn’t much strength left in him, though.  The car had a bumper, not many do nowadays.  But it was an old style late model station wagon with a chrome bumper.  Kam tied the other end to a stout nearby tree.  Then, using a “D” ring (found mostly on military truck bumpers and hitches and in some hiking equipment, Kam began sliding across the rope.
	Twernt easy.  The water was cold and getting colder.  The water was fast and seemed to be getting faster.  Kam hoped his pants would hold as the “D” ring was all he had in the way of rescue equipment--and the rope.  The heavy “D” ring was cinched thru his belt and would hopefully secure him to the rope.  His legs wrapped about the sturdy 1-inch thick rope and it was some ordeal to get out to the car.
	Inside in the rear of the vehicle were two extremely frightened girls.  The oldest one’s top had been wrenched off by the torrent of the charging water and her breasts were bare.  No bra.  The younger sib’s clothes were soaked to her skin and she had a nice set of young breasts, herself.
	The car made a move and it wouldn’t be long before it was crashing into the abyss of the rocky canyon channel.  The rear window was broken and Kam cut himself reaching for the frightened girls.  They wouldn’t move.
	Frustrated Kam yelled to them but they weren’t budging.  (Kam made a mental note to spank them good later.)  He undone the “D” ring to his pants and put the teenage boy onto the rope.
	“Go on across!” Kam said to him.  The boy at first refused as he didn’t want to leave/abandon his family.  The car moved again, the sides of the vehicle being crushed inward.  The top of the car at the front winshield caught the lip of the rocky orifice as well as the right side bumper.  But it wouldn’t hold for long.
	The car more horrible groaning noises, the time was near.  Kam had no time to waste on frightened girls, he understood their angst but…
	Inside the car he went, the torrent of the creek was filling it and he could no longer see the woman in the front.  The car suddenly tilted and was straight up--what was holding it from plummeting into the water course was unknown.  Kam grabbed a flailing hand of the oldest girl--she was desperate and reached out for him.
	Now she reaches…
	Kam grabbed her and pulled her to the tailgate-- “Hang on to it!” he said to her rear.  He quickly dismissed gazing at the teen’s lovely tight ass and grabbed for her sister who was near drowned as water crashed in cold from the side window.
	Frantically flailing furiously the young teen was in a dire panic.  Kam had his hands full, mostly between her legs as he tried to get a good hold of her.  He managed somehow to grab the back of her pants and hoist her into the rear area and to her equally frantic older sibling.  Whether or not their brother had made it across was unknown.  Kam had no idea how he himself and the girls were going to get across…
	The wagon was going to go any minute.  Kam had to make a split second decision--to make a rescue attempt of the woman in the front seat, or try to save her children of whom he’d be boffing by sun up.
	Decisions-decisions…
	The front windshield was gone and Kam could see nothing but an inky darkness, the car’s lights worked (somehow) and illuminate only a small portion of the deep tunnel the creek roared in.  how far down it went was unknown but somewhere it made the turn to jut out the back end of the canyon to make the river channel in the canyon.  Kam doubted survival.
	The woman was all tangled up in her seatbelt and she had been beaten near to death by the water flow.  The broken glass had cut her up and the near freezing water, too, had done lots to take her life.
	The woman was in her thirties, later thirties and she was not as limber as her children.  Kam struggled with the seatbelt before finally giving up and twisting the woman out of her predicament which meant the loss of her pants and shirt.  (she wasn’t wearing a bra, either…)  hmmmm
	The car made more horrible noises of impending doom.
	The woman, Elyse, had no strength, it had been all she could do just to keep herself from drowning.  Kam wrenched the woman over the seats and into the back area--just as the car gave way and plunged into the abyss.

	(I could be a real ass and change gears here and go back to one of the other Main Characters…)

	The situation was even more dire than ever, the car was pushed in and pulled by gravity several feet before once more becoming wedged.  It was not a certifiable deathtrap as the water of the fast flowing creek no long crashed about it but THRU it.
	Mallory and her younger sib were pushed back into the middle area and it was a desperate measure to stay alive.  There was no “staying above water”, the water was all around them and becoming heavier, colder, and more forceful.  
	Suddenly there was a tree.  A branch of a tree, it came invading into back area of the station wagon and Kam grabbed a holt of a sturdy branch with one hand while holding onto one of the girls.  The car moved and Kam pushed the young teen, Jennifer, onto the branch.
	Too petrified was the young teen, she clung tenaciously to the branch and wouldn’t move any further.  Kam had to nudge her in the ass, 
	“You gotta move, hon.” he said still yelling to be heard.
	Jennifer, though, wasn’t budging.
	Kam had no time to waste with her.  Flailing arms of the older sib got his attention and he struggled greatly to get her to the tree branch.  It was then that he saw the boy he had rescued first.  The boy had his hands full trying to get his severely frightened sister to move, Mallory was safe (sorta) and though Kam didn’t know how the boy (Alex) had gotten to them, he went into the fray of the watery hell to re-rescue their mother.

	The car was no longer on the move, the tunnel of which it was stuck in had narrowed.  The raging creek slammed into the car as well as thru it.  The tree that the car via the rope had been lashed to had given way and crashed across the swelling creek.  One of the branches had gone into the car and thusly paved the way for the Keeton family to get to shore.
	Easier said than done.
	Jennifer was the stickler, she was “stuck” to the tree branch on her on accord severely frightened.  Her brother and sister had a hellacious time prying her loose all the while keeping themselves from drowning and worrying about their mother.
	Their mother, Elyse, had been pushed out of the car and was clinging to absolute dear life, the broken glass of the windshield cutting into her hands as he body hung out on the hood of the family car.  How she found the ability to breath while gallons of freezing creek water bashed her face.
	Suddenly, the torrent of water lessoned.  It was not as intense as it had been--it was still freezing, it was still charging at an incredible rate, but not as much.  Something further upstream was blocking the flow.  Time was of the essence.  Kam grabbed the woman and pulled her thru the windshield.  She was cut up badly by the glass but the freezing water sorta-kinda numbed the cuts and gouges.
	At the tree the siblings picked their way precariously along until reaching the trunk.  The transitioning from the tree limb to the trunk was terrifying for the youngest, Alex and Mallory weren’t too thrilled either.
	“We don’t have time for this.” Kam called out, any moment the raging creek would come crashing once more and if it was stopped up somewhere--it would then come with a furor.
	Then there was Danny.  The man was a scrawny fella, skinny and ultra slender with not much of a body build.  But he had determination and guile.  His skinny legs wrapped tightly about the trunk of the tree and with the strength unknown he grabbed the hapless young teen, lashed her to his body with the rope that no longer held the car and returned to shore.
	He made the return to do likewise to Mallory and then Alex.
	When Elyse saw that her children were safe (sorta) she sighed and was thankful.  Kam wrapped his arm about the woman,
	“Come on, it’s our turn now.” he reached up and grabbed the branch.  His hands were numbing as was the whole of his body.  There was no time to rest or catch a breath.  The woman clung to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
	Kam then noticed the raging water beginning to quicken.
	“We gotta move!” he said with all urgency.  

	Danny fumbled with his cold frozen hands undoing the lashings from the oldest Keeton child when he heard a horrible sound.  It sounded like cars crashing and taking a long time to do it.  The tree that had earlier been yanked out of the ground began to give.  The lights of the family station wagon blinked out and then the whole 1975 Country ShitBox went down the tube.
	All three of the Keeton children screamed in horror.  The youngest Keeton was being held by Mitch.  Mitch, too, screamed out as his “dad” was apparently, gone.  The car and tree went and was no more.

The ultimate E-ticket
	Kam held onto Elyse as the car was pushed down the tube, it was an experience like none other.  The car was smashed up more and banged against the tunnels sides with the tree filling the car, too.
	Like an “E-ticket” ride at a popular amusement park, the darkness and crashing water made the excitement all the more--more terrifying.  Like on a log jam water course the ride was intense and petrifying.  Impending doom was the thing, it was a certainty.  There was no time to have regrets--just sheer fright.
	The car bounced and shot downwards into incredible darkness.  Kam felt his heart bursting out of his chest and he wasn’t at all sure if he was screaming or what.  
	Then, after a long plummet into infinity, the car was crunched on a sharp turn.  Thru the windshield that was no more Kam saw light.  What kind of light he did not know nor at the moment care.  Light was light and usually was good.  Usually.  
	Petrified with fear and frozen to the core, Kam and Elyse scrambled out of the seriously crunched car and clung to the jutting rocks at the sides of the tunnel.
	The tunnel was ten feet in circumference and mostly smoothed on all sides with jutting/protruding rocks here and there just to fuck things up.  The current of the water was too great and both were swept away.  The force of the water jetted them tumbling along virtually assuredly drowning them.  The E-ticket ride was not over, however…
	The great light came, Kam still had no idea as he was tumbled about the watery tunnel inasmuch laundry in a dryer (er, washing machine).
	Then they were out.
	Their E-ticket ride was not complete and had not come to a complete stop.  Kam and Elyse came shooting out of the watery tunnel and Kam knew almost immediately where he was.  The back end of the box canyon.
	Ever see those cartoon characters who suddenly find themselves in mid air?  And then foolishly they began to crawl back to solid ground, flap their arms like some bird, or pray as they begin their quick descent to ultimate peril?
	Kam did exactly that.
	So did Elyse.
	Down they went, though, in mid air for all of about fifty feet or so before returning to the river that coursed thru the beginning of the canyon.

*

	“We need to get back.”
	“Where are we?”
	“We got to go get them?”
	Danny looked to the Keeton children, there was No going after them.  He knew it and the kids knew it but there was always that hope.
	“They’re gone…” Danny said.  He was exhausted, as were they all.  He couldn’t believe it and hoped that there was some redemption for Kam, if the new world had some equivalent of Heaven; risking his life to save others.  Of course, Danny knew full well the reason for saving them was for the later boffing of them.  Of course!
	The oldest girl, and Keeton child, was heartbroken and wanted to race into the water tunnel to get her mother.  The other girl coughed and sputtered water, snot and stuff exploding from her nose and mouth.  The oldest boy was stunned and tried reassuring his sisters.  None of them thought that they would be in such a situation.
	“We ought to go, get dry.” Danny said.  He was stunned, too.  He had only known Kam a short while and not really had “bonded” with the man, they only had a shared commonality--sex perversion!
	A little more time was needed for the Keeton kids, they stood panting and dripping by the uprooted tree and then semi willingly followed Danny back to the RV site.

	Numbly the group staggered their way thru the bleak of the night, the fullness of the moon illuminating their way along but it was still dark and still precarious.  A great bonfire was going at the campsite.  Danny didn’t bother counting heads just to make sure of the numbers.
	He was exhausted, as were the surviving members of the Keeton family.  Mallory sat on a long by the fire and wept uncontrollably.  Jennifer clung to herself staring into the fire unaware of her near nudity and severe cold.  Alex clung the youngest Keeton to him, Andy.
	It was very somber at the site.  Mia, Cheryl, and Glorina brought out blankets and hot cocoa.  No one of the group were aware that one of their members was missing.
	Mallory at length looked to Alex.  Her face was full of sorrow.  She shook her head in disbelief.  Alex was more capable of dealing with the loss, but it was still like as if though he had been kicked in the stomach.

**

	The roar of the river was still deafening.  The night air was cold and the river water colder.  There was nothing to do, moving was not an option--it hurt too much to move--even to think.  To lay still was good--it was cold and death loomed just moments away, but laying still was good.
	Far above in crystalline skies of inky blue roamed a very bright light, the moon.  Kam lay watching it, occasionally a blot of cloud would drift by.  There was nothing to do but lay still, absolutely still.  
	Voices.  He heard voices.  Hollow voices.  Almost enchanting.  Almost.  His mind was too frozen to get a line or decipher to within any semblance of what he was hearing.
	Of course, it could be all in his mind.
	A shiver filled him, seethed from his toes to his nose.  He knew that if he DID continue to lay there on the rocky shore of the canyon’s river, death would indeed surely infest his soul and cart him away.
	Moving, though, even a finger, even a mere thought, created extraordinary debilitating pain.  He screamed out in sheer agony and nearly passed out as a result.  Somehow, though, he managed to sit up.  That would have to do for the moment.
	Beside in a crumbled heap was the woman he had risked his life for, Elyse.  He had not the chance to really get a good look at her to know if she were worth the rescue.  She was practically nude, her clothing ripped off by the turbulent waters.  Her pants were still on, but that was all.
	It would be hours before sunrise, they had to get warm, to get out of the cold and get warm--it was essential to their well being--if not life.  Elyse wasn’t moving, though; and any further movement from Kam was impossible.
	How long he sat where he sat he didn’t know, he must have went to sleep sitting up.  His mind went blank and he was just cold.  Very, very cold.  His next memory jog was noticing that it was daylight--just breaking.  He began to hope for death, maybe then he’d be warm--or in a “warmer” place.
	Just then he saw a figure approaching.  A lone figure.
	Danny?
	No, as the lone figure neared Kam saw that the figure was encumbered by gear, equipment like in for to backpack and explore.  The figure walked slowly, picking its path carefully along the rocky shore.  And as the figure neared even more Kam noted the figure adorned with a helmet.
	Then there was something like a space aged science fictiony/fantasy body suit.  A dark forest green color, there were bulges and ridges, lots of pockets, and seamless.  Kam guessed the figure to be six foot and then some.  Human?
	The lone figure paused and seemed to look to the raging river, then to the two near drowned rats on the shore.  Nothing was said, the figure didn’t remove its helmet or anything to give way to its identity.  The figure DID, though, retrieve from its backpack a large foil blanket, an emergency blanket.  Kam reached for it and accepted the offering.  As soon as he wrapped it about himself he was almost instantly warmed.  Another emergency blanket was draped over the lifeless Elyse.
	Then the lone figure continued on his way.  
	Kam’s body quickly warmed, his joints still caused him great pangs but he turned to watch the figure.  Elyse stirred, she began to heave and retch but blindedly tugged the blanket about her.  Kam watched as suddenly the lone figure “disappeared.”
	Right into thin air!

***

	The concept of “birth world” and “non-birth world” was elusive and difficult to comprehend.  Not difficult to accept, but tricky to grasp.  Glorina had asked of Danny, “Can we go back?” she realized somehow that she was NOT in her Birth World.  The green tornadoes and vortexes were rampant across the country and it was well known peoples were being gobbled up and vanished into thin air.  Only a few peoples had returned exclaiming wild tales of “another world.”
	Some peoples who had returned had been gone for dozens and dozens of years, only to return not a day older than when they left!  It wasn’t so in all case, some were just the opposite while others had aged right along as naturally they should for the time they were “missing.”
	Danny didn’t know.  And he was determined that so long as there were no hazards, monsters, or green tornadoes in their vicinity, then the New World was good with him.
	The Keetons.  At the break of the new day they were no longer cold, young Alex had the sniffles and not-yet-a-teen Jennifer had a cough and was still cold.  Mallory was fired up and wanting to go back to where she had last seen her mother.  Alex was so so.  After some breakfast Danny and the two older Keetons traipsed off to the “last place.”
	Clothing for protection means was lent to the Keetons, traipsing anywhere in the rough beyond the campsite required clothing for protection.  Back at the camp Alex and Mallory had noticed the “clothing optional” of the others.  It hadn’t really set in but after Danny and her two older sibs left, Jennifer took a stronger notice…

*

	He was no longer cold, but the hurtie-owies remained.  The severe cold of the water instigated extreme arthritis.  It would take a little more time, he hoped.  At least, though, he was warm.
	The woman was warm, too, she was dazed and confused, bewildered, but warm.  Like Kam, her fingers, elbows, knees, and every other place that hand a joint ached like never before.  
	It was near noon before Kam was able to move.  The blankets had done their job and it was time to try and return to their families.
	Easier said than done.

**

	No sign of the car, only the tree with a lot of built up creek debris.  Danny couldn’t believe Alex had gone across the tree in the darkness--OR that all of them had come across back to shore--the creek (river) raging, the car in the rocky tunnel orifice (the rocky area where the “hole” was was similar to that of great toilet)  and it had been flushed.
	Danny sighed.
	Alex stepped to the very edge and collected the rope.
	Mallory walked as close to where the rocks were.  See, picture a creek in some DEEP woods.  Picture this creek seriously pissed off, overflowing to the max and raging madly at a slight angle DOWNwards thru the deep woods.
	Now, at the end of its course is these rocks, see; the creek ends dashing DOWN into a great opening in these rocks--actually, one BIG rock with a flat face, reddish in color, kind of like slate.  
	“She’s gone, Mal.” spoke up the brother.
	Mallory said nothing but clung to herself.  
	Danny was at a loss and stood looking into the rocky orifice for a few minutes.  There was naught to do; it was over, Kam was gone and that was that.  

***
	With the sun beating down on them, they went from freezing to searing.  The space aged emergency blankets were no longer required, they were needed, but not required.  
	“I’m sure your kids are alright,” Kam assured the woman he had risked his life for, ‘by now they are naked and being closely examined…’ 
	Elyse felt more assured, her body (and a fine body at that) was battered and bruised by the E-ticket ride.  
	“Can we get out of here?” she asked.
	Looking around, Kam shook his head.  ‘Not bloody likely.’
	The walls of the box canyon were steep, rugged, jagged, and one thousand feet straight the fuck up.  The entire area was rugged with rocks, boulders, and few trees.  
	The sound of thunder was less encouraging.
	“We probably don’t want to linger here too long.”  the newly formed river was slowly encroaching onto the rocky shore.  Somewhere in the nearby mountains a storm had raged causing the dramatic overflow of the creek.  Clad only in their underwear, Kam and Elyse began trekking downstream.  It was hoped that somewhere the terrain would level out to whereas the canyon wouldn’t be so steep.
	Without his mind linking device there was no connection Elyse Keeton’s noggin.  She had a nice ass, nice bouncy titties.  Kam was all kinds of curious as to why she wasn’t wearing a bra, or her teenage daughter, the eldest.  Was there some hanky and panky going on he should know about?  He was damned curious--damned curious.
	The terrain began its dip, walking alongside the canyon wall was rugged but not too bad--but it was hot.  Walking alongside the new river was precarious--but cooler.  And there was no walking in the middle…
	Elyse spoke very little, her questions were typical; “where the hell are we?”  “did you come thru a tornado”  “are there any others?”  “do you have a family” etc.
	As the day wore on and it looked as if though the two would have to traipse clear down the canyon to the flatland of the Broccoli Forest, Kam suddenly brought them to a stop.  On the shore milling around was a bear.  Five-six hundred pounds of brown bear.  It turned its great furry head and looked right at them.
	“Don’t move.” Kam said.
	“Don’t worry.” replied Elyse.
	The bear didn’t move, either.

*

	He knew he was being watched--and that was the whole point.  Though the mood of their new home site was somber it was time to “move along.”  not “move along” in the sense of pack up and move on down to a new location, but in the sense of returning to the “norm”.
	And the norm was sex.
	Sex-sex-sex
	On her hands and knees butt bare assed naked was the thirty-three year old television news anchor Mia Doh.  Her lovely breasts bounced nicely as she was rocked from behind, the tall West Coast city man Danny plowing her rear--but it was not determined of which “hole” he was plowing.
	Before her, Mia sucked on a young black male child, devouring completely his schlong and hairless balls, her hands clamped to his tightly shaped black ass sucking him deeply and thoroughly.
	Close by was another adult female of a stringent profession, on her back receiving the serious poundings from a near teen boy, Mitch.  Beside her face was a young lad not yet even ten years!  She sucked him.  Just his wanker, one hand up between his legs cupping his ass as she serviced his pole.
	Nearby lay two teenage girls 69ing.
	Another young boy about eight or so humped furiously into the ass of a young girl about his age, she was Chinese.  Two other girls held her legs back as she was hammered.  The girl didn’t seem to be receiving as much pleasure from the humping as was the boy who was doing the humping…
	A boy even younger than eight put it to a girl who was barely out of toddler age.
	Two other girls not yet ten sat with their legs open fingering themselves.
	The afternoon was slightly warm with cooling breezes.  Honeysuckle and wild roses scented the air, all was peaceful and the losses to the families in the new world was somewhat softened.
	Mostly due to the faintful hope that somehow, someway, the lost ones may MAY just turn up!

**

	At an area where the canyon’s upper terrain dipped enough to meet the slant descent of the lower canyon terrain there was a pathway.  It was crooked and very narrow.  It was a natural path and chocked full of troublesome rocks and tree roots.  It was also right out in the open of the noonday sun.
	“We can try it now,” Kam said, “but we’re going to be burnt to a crisp by the time we reach the top.” though the two terrains were leveling, it was still some 800 feet to climb.
	“If we wait till nightfall, evening, we wont be able to see our steps.”
	Elyse desperately wanted to reconnect with her children.  But it was wiser to pay heed to their safety.  The two decided to wait until the sun was not so hot and had dipped down some to where it would not bake them as they trekked.  It would be hours before that happened so the two sought the shelter of small stand of trees growing up at the shoreline.
	The water was raging and not at all friendly.  But right at the very edge was safe enough to dip their feet in.  Eventually the two dunked their entire burning bodies in, the water didn’t seem to be as freezing as it had, it was still damn cold but…
	Staying right close to the shore and not venturing out more than few feet was good.  With no other clothing on ‘sides his undies, Kam slipped them off and let the river take them; it had already gotten away with the rest of his clothes.
	Elyse did not seem abashed about her near complete nudity.  After a time she was mildly aware and aware of her rescuer’s nudity.  There were averting the eyes at times but she was an adult, the situation was not normal, he had risked his very life to save her…
	Pulling himself up out of the water and back onto the rocky shore Kam watched as Elyse did likewise--minus her panties.  She and Kam were now totally butt raving nude.
	Kam set his eyes on her.  Slightly embarrassed she turned her head and continued to make her way to a sitting position.  She slipped.  Accidentally?  Or accidentally on purpose?  Anyways, Kam grabbed her and pulled her to him and back onto the shore a little further.
	Elyse said nothing but breathed hard and found herself sitting on the nude man’s lap.  Hmmmm
	She turned and looked right into his face.
	He needed a shave, a haircut, and a blowjob.
	“I-I never did thank you for rescuing me.” she said somewhat meekly.
	‘Hmmm, no, you didn’t…let me count the ways.’ he smiled a devilish smile and Elyse turned to face him fully, her legs about his waist, her cooze upon his hard-on.

***

	He wasn’t as good at slinking around as was his former compadre, but after his tryst with Mia Danny slipped off into the woods on an intentional move as in like to go take a crap.  He took a quick pee instead then circled around to come up behind the spying Keeton family--er, the remainder…
	Although the standard status quo for the campsite regulars was Clothing Optional, clothing was readily available for weather or for hiking out and away from the camp for protection from bugs and the sun and branches and stickers.  With the severely frozen wet newcomers spare clothing was presented to them, just outerwear.
	Danny took note that the Keeton kids were nude, the clothing lent to them lay beside them, their knees on the clothing to protect them  The eldest Keeton, Mallory, sat on her knees with legs open.  Her brother, Alex, was cinched up behind her fingering her poon and breasts as he flexed his hips humping her.
	Beside them was Jennifer and the youngest Keeton, Andy.  Jennifer stroked on the young boy’s tally, he was six years young and quiet the little man.  Danny found himself somewhat absorbed with the youngster himself…

**

	It wasn’t the tightest cunny he had ever fucked, but not the loosest, either.  But the not-so-snug cunny was made up for with the exuberance of Elyse’s enjoyment.  She really got into it!
	Elyse lay on him pumping fastly and then slowly, squeezing her cunt tight against his cock.  She lay on him and the two began to seriously kiss with furious passion.
	Kam locked his hands onto the woman’s ass and eventually managed to “take control” of their sex; he rolled over and ploughed the woman, slipping out a time or two to hump just her gash before reinserting for a good five minute longer fuck.
	When done and done, the two lay still recovering strength.
	Evening was soon upon them and after a quick refreshing dip in the creek they struck off to return to their families.

	There was no exact science to climbing up the rugged path, it was narrow and in several places incredibly dangerous.  The danger level increased the steeper up the side of the rocky canyon wall they went as in several places along the way the path simply gave way--leaving the two travelers faced with “jumping” and leaping.  Neither of which was a good idea going up an incline whereas one was also hugging the side of the wall to keep from falling off.
	And it was getting dark.
	At the five hundred foot ascending mark, the path beneath Elyse gave way.  She didn’t slid far but her bare knees, feet, shins took the brunt of her near death experience.  Kam held her and managed to keep her from returning to the rocky shore below.
	Several minutes were needed in order to catch themselves, a couple more hundred feet remained.  The darkness began to close in about them quickly and in the midst of the roar of the river and the breeze thru the canyon, the growl of a bear was heard…

***

Variety, the cum stains of life!
	Mallory seemed to be the only hold out, she was still upset with the loss of her mother so her mood kept her from joining in on the frivolity of the others, including her own siblings.  Alex, although missing his mother as well, found the variety of available poons delightful--if not enjoyable.  Jennifer, too, found the variety of the Kam/Danny group enjoyable--she liked girls as much as boys!
	And young Andy--despite being merely six, he was sexually aware and enjoyed himself immensely.
	Alex.
	Alex Paul Keeton, fifteen.  A handsome fella with a nice cock.  Boyish charm; well groomed; Republican; not very witty but see the latter description.  There were many choices available for him (to sink his Republican cock into) Hanna Bolin was his first choice.  Danny watched as the couple coupled with thirteen year old Hanna on her hands and knees; face down, ass up, legs wide.  Alex was in heaven.  Screwing seemed to help ease the loss of his mother.  He pumped steadily into Hanna, hands on her hips, his balls slapping in rhythm and sex sweat dripping.
	Sister Jennifer had Cole and Gavin thrilling her while she thrilled Mitch.  Cole rammed his seven year old schlong up into Jennifer’s twelve year old asshole while Gavin’s black prong pumped her poon.  Mitch’s twelve year old schlong filled the horny girl’s mouth.
	Jennifer was blond, the only blond aside from her missing and young sibling Andy and mother.  Big sister Mallory had raven dark hair while big brother Alex had sandy brown hair.
	Jennifer’s blond hair was pasted to her lovely nude body, the boys filling her three holes were enthralled and brother Alex watched with a smile on his lips.
	Completing his hump on Hanna, Alex sat back and continued watching his younger sibs; Danny, finishing up with Karen, directed the cum laden teen Alex and she went directly to clean off Alex’s pole.
	Young Andy got busy being sucked and pleased by five year old Anna.  Danny rubbed the young girl’s ass, he had been delighted with her when first seeing her abandoned at the rest stop.  She was a very pretty child and for being merely five she was amazingly cute.  Danny had not “penetrated” her but had humped on her--a lot.  He knew penetration of the young girl’s pussy (or asshole) would be divine, but it would also hurt her and he didn’t want that.  The most “hurt” he put to her was spanking her--but not hard.
	As Anna sucked on Andy’s prong, Danny pressed his prick up against Anna’s ass and began making steady determined penetration.  Penetration to the youngster’s backdoor seemed imminent when…

*
#Family Ties  
	Elyse leaned low across the kitchen table and pushed her round, bare bottom back against her son as his slender teenage cock rammed in and out of her swamp box.  Her shorts and panties were down around her ankles; Alex's pants were down around his own, no underwear.  His hands were up her tank top, groping her heavy breasts from behind as he fucked her.  Elyse’s nipples were stiffened; rubbing against the veneer tabletop in rhythm with her son's pounding tool. 
	Sloppy wet was her poon, Alex's cock made squishy sounds as he slammed it inside and out and there were moans of pleasure as well.  Elyse came more than once and quickly, shuddering and clenching his cock with her quivering cunt muscles.  Alex relaxed his pace, waiting patiently for his mom's climax to pass before he resumed his previous rhythm. 
	Elyse looked back at him over her shoulder. “Put it in my ass,” she said with a devilish smile.  Then, panting, “But hurry, your sisters will be home from school soon.”
	Alex withdrew his still rigid pole from his mom’s cock hungry cunt; d she opened her stance wider, stepping out of her clothes.  Reaching behind her she pulled a cheek open to allow her son easier access.
	Alex firstly, though, knelt behind her and ran his tongue up and down her crack. He licked briefly at her swollen, funky cunt and then licked his way up to her asshole; pushing  his tongue into her anus and she produced a low groan. 
	Again, though, Elyse conveyed the urgency of “Hurry up!”
	
**

	Jennifer came in the front door and dropped her books on the couch. She had gotten out of school a little early after quickly completing an essay on her favorite philosopher, Kierkegaard.  She stood quietly contemplating decisions:  smoke a joint, masturbate and get off before anyone came home, watch some television, or have a snack.
	Jennifer opted for the “snack” option.
	Making her way towards the kitchen she paused at the doorway as there were some strange sounds coming from within.  Quickly she crept to the closed bar window and peered thru the slats.  What she saw was unbelievable to her; there was her mom and her brother engaged in an immoral and illicit act:  there was her mom was on her back on the kitchen table, wearing nothing but skin, her clothes cast off onto the floor.  Alex was standing at her head with his COCK IN HER MOUTH and it looked as if though the mother was willingly sucking it!
	Alex's leaned over his mother’s body and fingered her pussy.  Jennifer could see her mother’s cunt sopping wet with cum juices.  Jennifer watched, mesmerized.  She had seen her brother naked, she had seen him masturbating in his room and in the bathroom and standing out in the backyard in the middle of the night whacking off.
	She had no idea how to process the fact that she was watching her own mother and brother fooling around.   Casually she wondered if they were under some spell, the electronical  kind that was in the news and at schools and in the mainstream of the modern society.   Did Alex had a mind altering device?  Surely not their mother!?  Surely not.
	Alex's slender pole moved slowly in and out of their mom’s mouth, he himself had leaned his body down along their mother and was licking her pussy.  Jennifer could see his tongue lapping at the swollen, pink lips of their mom's glistening cunt.  Alex wormed his fingers to their mom's bunghole.  Elyse started squirming on the table as her son’s talented tongue tantalized her and his fingers probed her.
	Jennifer had learned to make herself cum by playing with herself and she squirmed the way her mom was doing.  She watched as her mother cupped Alex’s bare balls, she fully engulfed her son’s cock and Jennifer watched in quiet awe as it seemed as though their mother was working her finger up between Alex’s ass!
	Ewewewew!
	She had heard her brother fart, usually he was kind enough to rip his butt blasts away from her.  Little brother Andy had no sense of decency and ripped his butt blasts whenever he had to.
	Elyse’s shoulders were coming off of the table, Alex finally crawled onto her body and they were 69ing.  Jennifer knew what it was but she had never seen such an act in person.  Alex’s tongue lapped their mother’s juices, his ass cheeks were pried open but she only seemed to continue sucking his cock and balls.
	 Then Alex blew his load. Jennifer saw her brother’s creamy juces she knew from health class as “ejaculate” oozing out of her corners of her mom’s mouth.  Alex moaned as he pumped and was sucked to the last drop.  Cum juices, too, oozed out their mother’s swamp box.
	Alex lay fully on his mother until she smacked his bare sweaty ass,
	“Get off me!” she almost bitched.
	  Alex rolled onto his back and to Jennifer’s amazement, as well as her mother’s, Alex’s prick was still stiff!  It still jutted cum, too.  Elyse sat up and Jennifer saw her mother’s 36C titties and their nipples stiffly protruding.  It was then that Jennifer found herself methodically fingering herself between her own legs AND was wet!
		
	Elyse sat up on the table and took a few minutes to gather herself, then she slipped off and stood a moment on wobbly legs.  Jennifer had never really seen her mother so naked before.  She liked it.  She shared a room with Mallory and they shared a bathroom--so naturally she (Jennifer) had seen Mallory naked.  She kept her sex-secret desires to herself, not even jotting them down in her diary.
	But there were unnatural desires for Mallory.  Most of the times when Jen fingered herself to climax--she wasn’t thinking of some boy at school, or even Alex of whom she had also seen nude a time or two--it was Mallory.  Jennifer longed to have Mallory’s tongue in her cooze, spanking her, peeing on her, eating her pussy out until she creamed all over her sister’s face.
	And she, too, wanted to do same to her.
	She watched still quietly and on the sly as her mother took a washrag from the kitchen sink and gave her cunny a wipe.  Alex slowly fondled himself as well as masturbated--his cock still very stiff.  
	“Come over here,” Elyse said, “and I’ll wash you.”
	Alex didn’t move.
	Elyse wiped down her whole body and glanced up to the kitchen clock, “We’re out of time.” she said.
	Alex sighed and squeezed out a fart bubble before sitting up, stretching, and continuing to fondle himself.
	“You better get over here and wash up, or go to your bathroom and wash up.”
	“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Alex said in typical fashion.
	“You don’t want your sisters coming in on us…” Elyse continued,
	“Do you?”
	Alex didn’t answer and Jennifer was curious.  Alex had never done anything to her, and as far as she knew nothing to Mallory, either.  But did he want to?  Jennifer had to search within herself, would she allow Alex to mess with her?  Would she readily let him “whip it out” and jack himself off, shoot his juices on her?  Would she open her legs and let him lick her pussy, or stick his dick into her?
	She feared getting pregnant.  At twelve that would be bad, several girls at her school were her age and pregnant and it wasn’t all good.  Jen found her cunny on fire.  Her ass tightened up and she watched as Alex left the table and approached his nude mother.  How long had they been fooling around?  Did Mallory know?
	Jennifer began to sweat profoundly and feel her heart beating, her personal juices were rivering down her legs.  
	Andy.  Jennifer’s mind was suddenly filled with the youngest Keeton.  When she had her turn at watching after the boy, giving him baths and cleaning up after after he had soiled himself one way or another--Jennifer, too, fondled him.  On the sly.  She was careful as Andy was prone to yap his mouth off about everything.  Case in point, he spilled the beans unknowingly about their father with another woman at the television station he worked at.  Elyse went to the station and on the sly caught her life mate putting it to his producer’s secretary.  A divorce soon followed and the Mr. Keeton was out of the house.

	Alex stepped up to the behind of his mother, pressing his boner to his mother’s ass.
	“Alex!” she almost scolded, “it’s fucking close to three!”
	“I fucking know it!” Alex almost shouted back, but he wouldn’t be put off and almost forcefully “bent” his mother over the sink; her breasts hung into the basin and Alex guided himself into accessible backdoor.
	Jennifer could see the mushroom head of his cock to their mother’s anus, it totally disappeared thereafter--followed by the entire length of his shaft right up to his balls.  Jennifer clenched and wondered what it would be like to have a cock going into her asshole?
	Her panties were soaked at the crotch.  Touching the sodden mound of her vulva through her underwear put the pre-teen into a frenzied state of being.  Suddenly there was a hand on her side.  Turning around quickly half expecting to see little Andy she was greatly surprised to see sister Mallory.
	“Oh shit.” breathed Jennifer.

	Mallory motioned for Jennifer to follow her and tiptoed quietly away from the kitchen of sin and up the stairs. The two went quietly and quickly into their room, Mallory ushering her young sibling in and the quietly shutting the door AND locking it.
	“They didn’t know you were watching, did they?”
	“I-I don’t think so.” quipped nervously Jennifer. “H-how-how long have they been doing it?” 
	“Not that long,” said Mallory, “a couple of weeks or so.”
	Mallory explained that she and their mother liked to sunbathe in the backyard.  Nude sunbathe.  
	“While me and mom sunbathe in the backyard YOU are wasting your time studying.” Jennifer liked school and liked to study philosophy an English History. 
	“We caught Alex spying on us while we were sunbathing, he was up in the treehouse whacking off.”
	Jennifer was stunned.  “Have you and mom been--”
	“Fooling around?” Mallory answered the question for her sibling.
	Jennifer nodded her pretty round head sheepishly.
	Mallory sighed, “Yes.”
	Jennifer’s mind went into overdrive, bringing up pictures of her mother and sister naked having sex.  Jennifer wasn’t too sure for certain exactly how two women had sex together, but…
	“So, like you and Alex have--, I mean, how long have you--what happened?”
	Jennifer was flustered, and still horny and still very “wet.”
	Mallory sat on the foot of her bed, “Well, Alex and me--well, I’m not sure who saw who first getting off, but ever since then--”
	“When, how long?”
	“Oh, a couple of years or so.”
	Jennifer was astounded.  “a couple of YEARS or so?”  two people not her parents having sex in the same house and SHE didn’t know it!  Of course, Mallory and Alex were only a year apart in age.
	“Yeah, he likes to see me naked, getting off, peeing in the backyard.”
	Jennifer was stunned.  
	“He wants to see you, too.”
	Jennifer felt a current of her cum trickling down her legs.
	
	Alex and Mallory had messed around some prior to the backyard/treehouse incident.
	“Really?”
	“Yeah, when we were younger we used to race around the house with him trying to pee on me.”
	“Did he?”
	“No, but it was fun just the same.”
	When they were old enough to stay at home by themselves, and when the “coast was clear”, Mallory and Alex went butt bare assed naked throughout the house AND in the backyard.
	“He's a horny little bastard.” Mallory chided.
	“And Mom is, too.” she added.
	Jennifer looked astonished.
	Mallory smiled, “I know it's kind of weird to find this stuff out.” she shrugged and looked to her young sib, “You okay with it?  Does it bother you or gross you out?”
	“No,” Jennifer said shaking her pretty blond head, “not really.”
	Jennifer fidgeted and crossed her legs as if in agony to go to pee.  But it was to go “pee” that made her ansy.  Chewing on her lip and appearing stressful, big sister Mallory smiled,
	“Wanna to smoke a joint?”

*

	Despite her earlier concerns about “Time” and being “busted”, Elyse frolicked with her son still in the kitchen.  Being “caught” by Mallory would really be no big deal, the concern was for young Jennifer.  Involving Jennifer in their shenanigans was tantamount to molestation and that just wouldn’t do--specially with the thought of losing her children back to that asshole two-timing son-of-a-bitch ex-husband!
	Anyways, cum dribbled from her cock hungry cunt and asshole.  On the kitchen table again was Alex who had made her pussy and asshole “leaky.”  after washing her face quickly for a freshen up, she looked upon her nude son who lay on the table nonchalantly fondling himself.
	“You’re a bad boy!” his mother scolded him lightheartedly.
	Playfully, Alex pulled his legs back presenting his ass.
	Elyse caressed her son’s bared ass and then smacked it.
	She smacked it again and then as Alex began to turn over onto his stomach so as his ass would be better presented--Elyse stopped him in mid roll, “Oh no you don’t!” she scolded and promptly crawled atop of him, grinding her still quaking cunny on his softening schlong.
	Alex reached up and began squeezing his mother’s bodacious hooters, tweaking the nipples and everything.  Soon his “softening” schlong “arose” to the occasion.
	His mother teasingly continued to grind on it, clenching her cunny but not allowing Alex to enter her.  Instead, she slid up his body until she was planted on his chest.  A mischievous smile there was etched onto her motherly face; Alex ran his hands up and down her body and time was meaningless in the kitchen.

**

	Jennifer sat on her bed watching as Mallory got undressed (for not particular reason.)  To herself, Jennifer had always admired her sister, she was five years older and Jennifer found herself more than once masturbating to orgasm thinking of Mallory.
	Mallory had a lovely slim body, her ass was fantastically trim and tight, as was her cunny.  The elder teen kept her cunny fur trimmed very neatly, there wasn’t much cooze fuzz on Jennifer’s cunny.
	Mallory unzipped her blue jeans, pushing them down and rubbing her ass and cunny.  Then slowly she eased her pinkish panties down and stepped out of her clothes, kicking off her shoes while pulling off her green polo shirt and then lastly her bra.
	When Mallory was completely nude, she went to her dresser and from a secret compartment got out a baggie of pre-rolled happy smoke joints.
	Mallory and Jen had smoked ‘em before as they knew their parents had and had openly done so--when they (the parents) were younger as were the kids.
	Mallory sat between their beds, her back up against her own, she lit one of the joints and took a long hit before passing it to her sister.  After Jen took a small hit, held it in, almost choked, then let it out,
	“So what’s this about Alex and you and mom in the backyard?”
	Mallory took her hit, nodded her head.  She folded her legs crosswise and nodded, 
	“Yeah, he’s a little perv.” Mallory was smiling and smiling, one hand feeding her the joint, the other hand fingering her cunt…
	“And mom doesn’t mind?” Jennifer asked.
	“Hell no!” Mallory giggled and passed Jennifer the toke.

***

	Elyse’s quim nestled onto her son’s boyish face, clenching her thighs tightly she faced fucked her teenage son, giggling and reeling as he tantalized her thoroughly with his very talented tongue.
	Alex gripped tightly his mother’s ass, she herself leaned back with one hand and began pleasing his rock hard hardness--all the while still face fucking him.  Alex care little that though his mother had wiped her cunny moments earlier, his spunk matter was still inside her.  He could taste her cooze, the very essence of her love tunnel secretions.  
	Elyse finally began to cum, uncontrollably sexual orgasmic twitching there were and rivers of her love juices anointed her son’s face.  Still, though, she was not totally satisfied with her orgasm.  Slowly she turned about, the feeling of cumming and the need to “pee” seethed within her.  Again she perched her sex onto her handsome son’s face, wiggled a bit and then lay on him, but not to the crushing factor.  She took his prick and squeezed it gently, worked it and then tugged it tight.  Gingerly and still teasingly she brushed her lips to the head of his approaching manhood status.
	Meanwhile, Alex’s talented tongue worked incredible magic to his mother’s twat, the glistening lips surged with juices and the scent of her “sex”.  Elyse tightened and “released” and continued to grind her cunny into Alex’s face.  His tongue continued flicking and licking and lapping…

	Jennifer started to feel warm and relaxed.  
	“Aren’t you hot?” Mallory’s question broke her drifting mind.
	Jennifer gulped and digested the question.  Then, “Ohhhh!”
	She still paused but gave a slight nod and while Mallory continued to toke or smoke, Jennifer pulled off her top but appeared apprehensive.  Mallory finished up the joint, using a roach clip to get every bit of it; then sat up on her knees,
	“Lay back.” she said.  Jennifer laid back on her bed and Mallory--unzipped her sib’s jeans.
	Jennifer put up no resistance and soon her turquoise jeans were down and off, along with her shoes and socks.  Mallory’s hands roamed up and down Jen’s near lily white legs.  For being merely twelve, Jen at times appeared a year or two older, and sometimes younger.
	Surreptitiously, Jennifer unhooked her bra from behind her as she lay on her back being gawked at by Mallory.  Mallory continued running her hands all over her legs until finally arriving at the area of intent.  Mallory smiled and very carefully began easing her sister’s panties down…

*

Muff diving
Lunch on the lance
	Inasmuch as young Alex enjoyed eating out his mother’s cunt, his mother loved pole.  Cocksucking.  She loved it.  She loved handling it, fondling it, whacking it, but most of all--sucking it.  She loved the taste of the skin flute and its ultimate spew.  
	Alex pried his mother’s cheeks open and daringly began poking her backdoor.  It only caused his mother to bob on his knob all the more with a quickening urgency--so naturally he fully rammed his finger into her sphincter and brought her to the brink of orgasmic climax.  Her funky muffin fully encased Alex’s nose.
	Spew began to spew.  Alex jammed his ram into his mother’s mouth fully exploding his love cream.  Elyse devoured every inch of her son’s prong making yummy sounds as she did.
	“gah nahba wahma gooby shubba kuul”

  There are fifty ways to give a hummer
	“There are no problems that I see I told her please,
	  Giving Old Fashioned Head was the only one she knew, you see.
	  Hold my balls as you’re there on your knees
	  There are at least fifty ways to give a hummer.”
	“She said she was an old fashioned Jew
	  I prefer it to just bob my head and not eat spew”
	  I said, “Too fucking bad, pretend you’re school
	  ‘Cause there are at least fifty ways to give a hummer.”

Just have a little snack, Jacque
Gnaw on the bone, Joan
Blow me silly, Jilly
And hold my nads
Make with the nobby, Bobbie
No need for no rough stuff
Just do a tongue dance, Nance
And dance on the lance

She said “I’m really not that of kike
I only know one move that you would like.”
I placed my hand behind her head and said, “speak into the mike”
It’s one of the fifty ways to give a hummer

She said, “gah wahba nahma gooby shubba dool”
I said “that’s one of the ways to enjoy my tool.
You’re doing fine and remember there’s 49
more ways to give a hummer.”

	Just have a little snack, Jacque
	Gnaw on the bone, Joan
	Blow me silly, Jilly
	And hold my nads
	Make with the nobby, Bobbie
	No need for no rough stuff
	Just do a tongue dance, Nance
	And dance on the lance.”
	 
**

	Realizing that she was still horny, Jennifer coyly began to frig herself.  Mallory's hand traveled all over the younger sib’s body, Jen had questions, lots of questions, but they were quelled and quashed by Malloy’s love.
	Jennifer began to twitch as Mallory’s apparently expert fingers delved into her cunny.  There wasn’t much cooze fuzz covering Jen’s poon, Mallory liked that.  A lot.  Gingerly and tenderly she fingered her sweet sister’s snatch, working it into a frenzy.
	Jen herself was pleasing herself, working her ownself into a pleasure zone she had not yet attained.  Her mind was locked on the image of her mother and brother in the kitchen.  Were there still there?  Were they still “doing it?”
	Another image filled her mind, Alex doing what he was doing to their mother doing Mallory.
	Then another image came--Alex doing her!
	Could she handle Alex?  She was relatively certain for sure Alex if given the chance and opportunity would bone her.  Would she let him?  
	Mallory’s hands gently opened Jennifer’s legs then she herself leaned down--and in.  Jen opened her legs wide, pulling them back.  She had peed just before school let out, was it gross to lick a pussy that had just peed?  Or was it gross just to lick a pussy at all?
	Jennifer was curious.  All kinds of curious.  What did pussy taste like?  For that matter, what did a COCK taste like?  From what she had heard from the girls at her school, cocksucking was great!
		
	Mallory's tongue worked feverishly in Jennifer’s heated snatch. Jennifer pounded herself into her sister’s face exclaiming,
	“Oh my fucking God that’s good!” she herself had never been able to bring herself to such sensational feelings.
	Mallory’s tongue softly made circles about Jennifer’s sensitive clit.
	 Jennifer grabbed up the bedding on the bed and began to involuntarily undulate (quiver) all over.  Mallory grinned and began lapping at her sister’s inner love canal while snaking a hand up Jennifer’s trim body to cup and fondle the girl’s young breasts.  Gently she tweaked the nipples as her tongue put the young pre-teen into sexual orbit.
	Jennifer expelled a squeal and clenched her butt.  Mallory began pressing her mouth to fully engulf the girl’s poon.  Jennifer opened her legs wider and Mallory put them over her own shoulders.  Mallory munched ate her pussy like it was ice cream.  Muff diving at its finest.
	Quick frantic licks up and down between Jen’s labia. Gentle nibbles at the engorged clit.  It was the most incredible thing Jennifer had ever felt--way better than playing with herself.  Her breathing became heavier and heavier and she mashed her pussy hard against her sister's burrowing face. 
	Mallory became more aggressive, sucking at the vulva, pushing her tongue inside of her sister's musky entrance.  Pussy began to run like a river, the girl’s juices had already soiled her thighs.  
	“Ohhh!” Jennifer bellowed with a sharp exclaim.  She began to seriously twitch and quiver and buck into her sister’s face.  “It’s happening!”
	Mallory knew what was happening.  She was pleased, she could make any girl cum, including her mother and best friend!  She was a pro!

***

There must be several ways to fuck your mother…
	Temporarily sated Alex collected his clothes and gave a glance to the clock.  ‘Shit, Jen’s late.’
	Elyse noted the time, too, glanced at her watch and the clock on the microwave.  
	“She’s probably yapping to her teacher, Mr. Kravitz.”  said Alex.  
	Mr. Kravitz and Jennifer had a strange commonality--they like philosophy and discussing philosophers. 
	Elyse collected her own clothes and dashed out a side door to the living room.  Alex followed and both made their own way at the top of the stairs of their modest middle income home.  Alex simply deposited his clothes in the hall bathroom and checked himself in the mirror.  
	The smile on his face wouldn’t come off, he had FUCKED his mother, pussy, ass, and mouth.  It wasn’t, of course, the first time.  She loved playing with his bone and Alex was certain that it wouldn’t be long before she was messing with Andy…
	He thought of Jennifer.
	Then he smelled marijuana.
	Hmmmm
	‘Mallory must be home.’ he giggled, and his sore aching cock that had fucked its fill surged to life.  He smiled and gave himself a quick wipe down with the washcloth.
	He betted that there probably weren’t many boys that banged their mother.  If they did they kept it to themselves.  He thought of all the dudes at his school, he couldn’t think of a one who would be playing grab ass with their mum.  
	There was no place sacred in the Keeton home, Alex had screwed his mother (and sister Mallory) in every room of the house and then some.
	After catching them sunbathing naked in the backyard, Alex was constantly horny and no longer made attempts and concealing his erection.  Fooling with Mallory had been minor, until the backyard stuff.  At first he had watched them strip naked and lay out, their bodies coated with a layer of oils.  Then, after awhile, the two began masturbating, fingering themselves and then--EACH OTHER!
	Alex was enthralled.
	When after a few more times of the two pleasing one another as well as full blown out and out sex, Alex made it a point to join in.  Being caught in the treehouse was one way, butt naked and jerking off while his mom and sister fooled around below.
	His mom had to know that her eldest daughter and son were “messing” around.  It was a natural and a given.  When Alex “gave himself away” his mother had ordered him down.  He tossed his clothes down first and climbed down, then turned with a beaming smile that lasted for days.
	His mother was at first annoyed that she had been “busted.”
	Mallory didn’t care, just was a little embarrassed.
	The family backyard was secluded, trees and bushes and high fences adorned with clinging ivy and such.  It was private and one would have to make great pains to see “anything.”
	They forgot the treehouse, but of course, only little Andy used the treehouse with adult supervision of course.  Alex was supposed to be spending his time with his young Republican committee friends.  Supposed to.  
	“Jeeze, Alex,” said Mallory, and she was about to make a comment of some kind or other when their mother snapped,
	“How long were you up there?” all the while she and her daughter Mallory remained butt bare assed naked, as was fifteen year old Alex.
	“Long enough.” he smiled.
	Mallory’s eyes feasted on Alex’s straight and narrow schlong.
	Elyse showed embarrassment and disgust.  If it got back to her ex-two-timing bastard husband she would lose the kids.  
	“Relax, mom,” said Alex, “it’s cool.”
	Mallory stepped to her brother and began stroking his organ.
	Alex wrapped an arm about his nude sister’s waist and hugged her, then put his mouth over her left titty.
	It was a beginning.
	There was no place special that the trio fucked, backyard, basement, kitchen, living room.  Alex counted the very minutes until school let out before he could dash home before the two younger sibs and bang off on his mother and/or sister.
	Young Andy was a gifted child, an artist and spent most his days at a special school crafting his skill with other gifted students.  He didn’t talk much but painted incredible pictures.  Jennifer usually hung back at her school discussing philosophy and usually didn’t make a home appearance until three-thirty/quarter to four.  Andy was brought home by four-thirty.
	It was plenty of time for a screw, or two.
	Usually Alex nailed his mother in the kitchen.  Sometimes he caught her in the garage sorting laundry and boffed her across one of the machines or banged her right on the pile of laundry itself.
	In the bathroom they made out on the floor, in the tub, and in the shower.  Alex enjoyed pissing on his mother as she sat on the toilet taking a dump, after the pee she usually sucked him until he spewed his goo onto her chest to let it mingle with his urine.
	Her bedroom and his bedroom and his sisters’ bedroom were okay, but nothing special.  Getting naked and rolling in the hallways was good.  In the living room there was the coffee table, the sofa and love seat, the floor, the desk, and in the entry way.
	Alex didn’t bang his sister as often as he did his mother, putting one’s tool to one’s own mother was even more special (and indecent) than screwing the brains out of your sister--regardless if she were older or younger.
	But then of course, Alex P Keeton had a thing for older women--several of his female teachers he wanted to see naked with his tool spewing into them.  He fantasized big time about pressing his prick into each teacher (female), spanking the teachers’ ass with their pointing stick as well as his cum filled cock.
	His mom’s sister and her best friend made Alex cream his jeans.  When the two women came over, Alex would greet them and then go quickly beat off.  He would sneak into the house thru the backdoor or kitchen door to watch the women as they gathered in the living room to gossip and chat.  Often times Alex pulled his cock out and jacked off right then and there.  How desperately did he wish he could walk among them to be sampled…

*
	The scent of the whacky-tabacky put Alex to wondering if Mallory had seen them in the kitchen.  If so, why hadn’t she just come out and joined in?  Stepping nakedly out into the hallway he heard his mother’s shower on in her private bathroom.  He was torn.  To go toke with Mallory, and bone her, or go shower with his mother--and bone her.
	Decisions-decisions.
	He was about to cross the hall when he heard giggles.
	A quick re-direct put him to his sisters’ door and peeked in.
	On Jennifer’s bed were Mallory and Jennifer, naked, 69ing.
	Alex’s balls clenched up tight, his asshole and cock pulsing.
	Jennifer was on top of sister Mallory, Alex had always stole looks when he could at Jennifer’s body.  She was twelve (and younger) but he didn’t care.  He cared a little, he didn’t want to be labeled as a child molester or something, but his sister was coming along just fine.  He guessed that he WAS drawn to young girls, the cute ones.  His sister was no different.  She was cute, her personality and body blended to make one’s pecker commit the mind to all sorts of sordid naughty thoughts--and desires.
	
	Mallory’s face was buried into her sister’s love box; her hands clamped tightly to the girl’s cheeks, pulling them apart and sending her darting lapping tongue to the nearly teen’s lightly brown hole.
	Alex stepped in and made a slow beeline to the bed.
	Mallory saw him and beamed.  She patted Jen’s ass and pulled the cheeks open even more.  Jennifer never stopped and continued noshing on Mallory’s tongue hungry cunt.
	Alex watched and took in his sister Jennifer’s ass.  She had only begun to look appealing, her ass and crotch and tits were in fine development.  Mallory reached out and drew her brother in by his balls.  Her other hand guided his pulsing purple prong into Jennifer’s tight sphincter.
	Jennifer STILL didn’t look back but continued noshing.
	Only when the entire length of Alex’s bone throbbed DEEP within Jennifer’s anal tract did the girl look back.  Alex stood there, smiling and guiding his cock in and out until he was indeed fully seated.
	Jennifer blushed and smiled, her face coated with Mallory’s cooze juice.  Mallory, underneath, took her brother’s sweaty hairy nads and began sucking them.  Jennifer watched as Alex butt fucked her, then returned to her cunt noshing.
	Mallory gobbled on her brother’s fuzzy nads, her hands on his ass, prying them open as soon she slipped her tongue up to his crack and began diddling his hole!  She did!  Alex pumped and pumped, sliding his prick almost all the way out and then slamming it back into Jennifer’s hole.
	At length Alex’s prong slipped all the way out.  He humped the girl’s crack and slapped his member against her ass.  Mallory took her brother’s rigid member and positioned it up against the slicked up entrance of Jennifer's sopping wet vulva.  Jennifer tensed up as she knew what was to come.  She arched herself to better position her ass.  Mallory wrapped her lips about her brother’s musty nuggets and sent the teen into orgasmic glory.
	Mallory’s talent also sent Alex’s cock slamming into Jennifer’s tight twat.  She was a virgin in that she had never taken cock.  However, she had fucked a long neck beer bottle, a cucumber, zucchini, and a bed post.

**

	It was almost 4:30, her youngest would be home soon and though the youngster had seen her nude a few times before, Elyse pulled on her beige walking shorts and a simple top.  No underwear.  The smell of marijuana hinted to her that Mallory was home and getting stoned.  Was there time for a hit herself?
	Sure there was.
	She wasn’t quite prepared for what she found in her daughters’ bedroom.  But she was thrilled just the same.  Alex sat on Jennifer’s face, his balls in her mouth.  Mallory once more was noshing on the girl while shoving a flashlight in and out of the girl’s asshole.  Alex beat off while toking on a joint.
	Elyse dropped her shorts and pulled off her top.
	“Mind if I join you?”
	Mallory paused in her cunt licking long enough to nod her head.  Jennifer couldn’t see her nude mother, Alex’s ass was in her eyes.  She squeezed her hands to Alex’s flesh as sister Mallory crammed virtually all of the makeshift dildo into her asshole--and her tongue drove her to orgasmic bliss.
	Elyse took a hit from the joint and then happily went to her knees to polish off her son’s cock.  Alex caressed his mother’s ass and shot wads of hot teen spunk into her mouth moments later.
	The four enjoyed one whole joint among them, then it was Mallory performing orally to her mother while Alex stuffed Jennifer’s asshole with his tongue and then his cock.  Elyse was so glad Jennifer was in on their shenanigans, now all that remained was Andy…

Togetherness-schmetherness
	Kam Kneely petted his dog, Rollo.  There were bounties of fresh fruit and vegetables.  There was small game and fishing.  Nothing more frightening than a wondering bear.  No other peoples or green tornadoes.  The area was sublime, no TV, no radio, no government.  
	Was it bliss, perfect?  Not hardly, but it would do.  A doctor would be nice, one of several professions--dentist, pediatrics, gynecology, internal medicine, and psychology!
	Cheryl Gladhope.  How long she had been in Kam’s company she didn’t rightly know but figured enough time had passed that she was fifteen year young and not fourteen.  She hated him and despised him.  But it was a new life.  Her old life she missed slightly.  Slightly.  Her parents were getting a divorce, she was failing math and would have to take Summer school.  Her boyfriend was fucking her best friend.  If she moved in with her dad, she would have to go to private school.  If she stayed with her mother, same-oh same-oh.
	She guessed that being with Kam wasn’t all that bad, ‘cept for the occasional ass beating “just because” he fucking well felt like it.  She could do without being beaten.  Well, sort of.  There were times when she was being spanked whereas her cunny got thrilled causing her to cum.
	She didn’t care to have sexual relations with other girls, her age or other.  She didn’t care for the boys younger or older sinking their bones into her, either.  But it was a new life.  A new life.
	And she was pregnant.
	Mitch Bilton.  He, too, had passed into another age bracket, he was a teenager.  He was explicitly trusted as his cock totally overwhelmed him; whatever was asked of him by the adults Kam and Danny, Mitch readily complied.  He enjoyed fucking, sucking, spanking, being spanked, peeing on someone, being peed on, etc.  he liked it all.
	Beth Banely, Katy Borton, Kellie Yu, and Leah Pace; though they did not overly care for being fucked every which way, they were used to it.
	Used to it.  With very little mind twisting to their impressionable young minds, the first children onboard with Kam did so regard him as their “father.”  they tolerated being spanked and peed on, cum on.  They did all things sexually asked of them, directed, and conveyed.  It was a way of life.
	Glorina Derella understood the concept of a “new world” and a “new way” of life.  She was still pissed about it.  She was still not totally “trustable” and never would be.  She had come to be more willing to “go with the flow” and that was something.  She understood she was in a no win situation, a new world where the possibilities of escaping were nil.  
	Karen Tallwood.  Her time with Kam had not been too long, but she had warmed to him--the mind twisting and Danny’s temple adorations helping there.  But there was some sort of unique kismet that put the girl in the true ‘daughter’ status.  She was the most helpful and gleefully obeyed him in all sexual perversions--to he himself as well as to any of the others.
	Danny Rennat, sidekick.  The new way of life in a new world was just what he wanted.  It was scary to be without a doctor, a mall, or something to go to for emergencies.  Despite his sexual naughtiness in regards to his children, and the others of the Group, Danny couldn’t help but wish to rely on some Law Enforcement Agency in case of adversaries of unknown type.
	Stephanie and Michelle were “just along for the ride” and what a ride it was.  They were unaware of being altered and readily accepted the sexual way of life.  Cole Franklin, Gavin Cloude, and Han Lee Suk were their “brothers.”  All three boys regarded and took verbatim Stephanie and Michelle as their sisters.
	Danny’s group blended in nicely with Kam’s, the boys put up no qualms of spreading the legs or cheeks or opening their young mouths.  Danny though loving young girls also enjoyed young boys and could always be seen in the company of a male child and sooner or later be seen entering that child one way or another.
	The young girl whose family had accidentally (it was by accident, wasn’t it?) left her behind at the rest stop and Danny found her and took her in--she adopted Danny as her father and he as his daughter.  Though merely five, Danny managed to make entries into her body--firstly having Cole, Gavin, Han Lee fuck her silly.  Danny’s cock was still too manly to make gentle penetration but he did anyways.  Eventually the girl’s young anus and vagina accepted the man’s manly manhood.
	Hanna Bolin, another rest stop acquisition.  She was mostly serious in nature but like the others was adopting to the new way of life.  She was the one who mostly went butt bare assed nude wherever she went and to whatever she did.  Two months after the Group as a whole had come to rest in the new world, she was “showing.”  
	Kim Whinters.  There were times when the Asian mix woman would stare off into space, a curious look would befall her--but it would pass in mere minutes and she was back to her old self--er, that of which was more in turn with Kam’s liking--obedient.
	Her children, Summer and Chris, had fallen into line with their mother, too.  Mostly by mind twisting and temple adorations and “conditioning.”  If not on a daily basis it was at least every other day that Summer sucked off her brother.  Then, she presented her ass to him and he banged off there, too.  Then, when his cock was able, he fucked her cunny--Missionary or reverse.  The boy also squeezed off loads of liquid love into his mother’s cunny.
	Mia Doh.  A dream cum true, her old life as a professional she didn’t miss.  She missed her family and friends, but to be able to openly go nude and have outlandish sexual bliss whenever was more than expected.  She was in.  sex with boys, girls, the guys, the women, she didn’t care.  She loved being spanked, peed on, and definitely cum on.  She was in.
	Megan Kelly.  Like Karen, Megan had warmed to Kam.  Of course, she like some of the others had been “conditioned”.  A little mind twisting and temple adorational implants had put the young girl from the hospital into accepting Kam as her father.  But unlike Karen, Kam found that it was not so much as sexual bliss he found with her appealing--just having with him was the thing.  Like a real daughter.  
	The sex was good, too.
	The Keetons.  The family Keeton fitted right in with Kam/Danny group.  Their harrowing experience of when they had entered the new world was a rude manner of which to take root in their new home, but they were together and safe and free to be naughty at will.
	Which included the youngest Keeton, Andy.

	Chptr 32 coming right up.  It may be a short one.  Maybe.
	Then, Book 6!