August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 49
The End is Nowhere in Sight

A Device!  A Device, my cock yearns for a Device!
		Marsha Woolums, Maryanne Francis-Brallen, Melinda Hernandez.
	Of the three, Barry would most likely wanted to screw Marsha.  Mainly as she had a great butt.  A GREAT butt, mostly she swished that GREAT butt in a dress; a skirt or a dress of some sort of some varying length the girl always wore, never seen in jeans but DID wear school gym shorts.  The girl’s personality was a plus, too; she was charming, sweet, and not too uppity despite being a from a well-to-do family.
	Melinda Hernandez was a nifty girl, kind of flirtatious, damn cute, tall, thin, with a great ass and palm sized titties.  Long silky coal black hair, dark eyes.  She was one of the few Mexicans Barry liked.  She was damn fuckable.
		Maryanne Francis-Brallen.  She, too, had a great ass, incredible personality, sweet smile, pleasing titties, and was equally fuckable as Marsha and Melinda.  Maryanne was popular with her classmates, outgoing, friendly, smelled good, and had a knack of making sad people smile.
		She was also Barry’s step-sister.
		It was a downer but a plus.
		A downer ‘cause he couldn’t put any “moves” on her; an upper ‘cause he got to see her in her underwear, pajamas, and hear her fart a time or two at home!  A downer ‘cause he knew she would not put up with his intended “moves” on her; an upper ‘cause he caught glimpses of her in her underwear and skin—and he had a pair of her panties that he jerked off on (and in!)
		The desire to have her was great, the need even greater.  
		To himself he vowed he would eventually have her…
		Eventually.
		Of course, this notion was predicated on the notion that he might just might get his hands on an EMAD.  Of course, they were illegal to have, possess and use, but have one he would like—just for a “one time” use.  Just to fuck sister Maryanne would satisfy him.
	Maybe thirteen year old Evie would be good, too.
	And then there was Shanna Williams, Glory Parks, Minn Chow.
	There, too, was Ms. Bartly, Ms. Juniper, and his step-mom’s sister.
	Mom.  Step-mom.  His mind wandered, cock hardened.  He hadn’t seen his new mom naked OR in her underwear, just in her nightgown.  But it was enough to get him excited and desiring her as much as he desired her daughters.
	By some way he would satisfy his carnal lust.  Some way.

 One EMAD  One Soul
	A chance to screw your fifteen year old hottie sister...not possible.
	A chance to screw your new mother…not even possible.
	A chance to boff every girl you know at your high school…nope.
	Meeting a new creepy friend who HAS an EMAD…plausible.
	Cost of this new friendship…priceless.
	Inevitable ultimate cost of this friendship?  Your Very Soul!
	All things possible with an electronic mind altering device.  All things.  Anything(s).  All shall bow down to the mighty maddening EMAD!
	Ok.

 	After reading King Richard’s desire for “a horse, a horse, a kingdom for a horse”, Barry Brallen desired an EMAD.  To his left sat Veronica Videmere—she was a knock-down dragout hottie.  Before him sat the lovely curvatious Marylyn Grover.  Tanya Harper sat to his right.
	His English teacher scribbling Shakespearean words on the chalkboard enthralled him, too—she was a hottie and how!  His mind settled on his step-mom’s sister who had been over to the house before he left.  She smelled GOOD!  For a woman in her 40s she was hot!
	 	Ms. Bartly had a “swish” to her butt, clad in a beige tight skirt.  Barry (and he assumed every boy present in her class and across the campus of Rhichmond High) desired her.  Having female siblings in the house, health books, television programming, billboards across the fair city, and a vivid imagination, Barry had little trouble imaging Ms. Bartly naked—or at the very least prancing about in her panties.
	Ut-oh.

		A problem suddenly “arose.”  There was some fifteen minutes before the end of class and he had an erection!  There were other girls, too, he imagined naked—Shanna Williams was class A number one—briefly (and very briefly) he had gotten a glimpse of her titties as they bounced inside her PE white blouse uniform top.  When she had fallen he was Johnny-on-the-spot there to help her up thusly catching another brief quickie of her goodie as she wore the typical PE shorts that were—short!
		All the girls at Rhichmond were goodies.  Every stinkin’ one!  And save for a few of the ancient office workers, the lunch lady, and Ms. Anderson who worked in the English department’s office, all the female teaching instructors were “hotties!”  If he had an EMAD—he’d score with everyone!  He would!  He vowed it!
		So many choices, though, he wouldn’t know who to start with!  Whoever crossed his path first he guessed.  Whoever.  He thought of his sister, Maryanne.  She was a year younger but he didn’t mind.  She was something.  When he had first been introduced to her he didn’t like her, he didn’t like many girls at the time; and a girl who was to come into his life to LIVE was the pits!  Not too mention the fact that she was bringing two other girls along, too!
		At first Barry liked Nora, the future new-mother, but as his widowed dad began getting serious with the woman—Barry took a strong dislike.  It was the typical feelings of invasion, no other woman could take the place of his biological mother.
		Then his dad DID marry Nora and she was brought into the house with her three girls.  It was touchy for a while but then it got better—a little better.  As Barry matured he took stronger notice of the females in the house and when a pair of one of the girls’ panties came back in his laundry, well…
		Anyways, he let it be and that was that.
		When the bell rang for class dismissal Barry was thankful that his erection had calmed down.  He thought of dashing to the gym and jerking off real quick but was distracted by Marylyn Grover BENDING over directly in front of him scooping up some papers she had dropped.  Barry bumped into her—his crotch to her butt.
		The girl whirled around with DEATH to ALL in her eyes.
		Barry made a quick sincere apology and helped pick up the papers.

		Of course, he had another tremendous erection when he stood back up.  Whether it was noticeable or not was not clear.  A security guard was at the door giving everyone the eye—in the days of the EMAD and virtually everyone having one (‘cept Barry) security guards were everywhere.
		But all was well, but Marylyn had her suspicions.  She realized she had stopped too abruptly in the flow of students quickly exiting the class.  She still didn’t care for being bumped in the butt, though.
		Barry met the careful stare of the security fuck then scurried out to make for the gym, his next class anyways.  It wasn’t really his “next class”, it was a free period—supposedly to be spent studying in Study Hall or at the very least in the library.  Barry made for the boy’s gym and when the class that was there filed out to the field—Barry stripped down and got into the open communal shower to lather up and soap his dick.  
		Ever get that strange annoying feeling that you’re being “watched?”  Barry did and it annoyed him.  He stopped his “business in hand”, rinsed off and returned to his locker to dry and dress.  While dressing a student wandered in followed by another.  Neither seemed to pay him any attention and Barry couldn’t decide if he knew the one kid or not.  The other student was a year younger and Barry didn’t know him at all.
		Barry hunkered down on the bench tying his shoes, he hated being interrupted—he had no privacy whatsoever; not at home, not at school!  A guy just needed a special place to jerk off, y’know!?
		Taking a daring peek on the sly into the communal shower area Barry saw the two students.  Naked of course, AND with raging hard-ons!  After the two had soaped themselves up—they soaped one another!  They did!  And Barry watched!  (on the sly, of course.)
		He knew what the two were doing was considered as “gay.”  It didn’t bother him, he wasn’t gay himself but didn’t care if others were.  But, then again, there had been a time (when he was younger) when he and his brothers “fooled” around.  With brother Pete, he HAD fucked up the butt.  With brother Bobby he had merely had “cock” fights with not much more than getting the boy to suck his cock and balls.  Barry himself had only slurped on Peter’s wares.
		But as he grew and matured he and his brothers slowly stopped their naughty shenanigans and molested themselves (in private).  Barry usually whacked off in the bathroom or while in bed.  He knew his brother Pete did likewise.  Occasionally he considered screwing his bro in the ass, both brothers!
		Watching the two students in the shower soaping one another got Barry hard.  He had still not sufficiently recovered from his stint in the shower—having been interrupted.  As he slyly continued to watch the older student (about Barry’s age (16)) turned the younger around and faced him to the dingy white brick wall.  Then the sophomore plugged the freshman as only a sophomore could do to a lower classman.
		Barry continued to watch that progress, too.
	When other students began making noise and coming in, the two in the shower stopped their antics and Barry made himself scarce, too.  He found himself kind of in a horny state.  
 	History was his next class; Cassidy Myers, Laura McNaulty, Jennifer Kress, and Vicki Marrs would be there.  The top four girls out of the ten girls in the class he would like to take a shower with…
	After class he shuffled on kind of in a funk, he had never seen two guys so boldly going after one another (sexually) like he had just seen.  And he STILL had a boner, too!  He wondered if it meant anything?  Just ‘cause he screwed his siblings a little didn’t mean that he was gay?  He never stared at another guy’s johnson when in the gym…
		In the hall he spotted the one fellow whose “fellow” had been slamming up the rectum of the freshman in the gym earlier.  Dark swept back 1950s ducktail coal black hair with matching eyes.  He wasn’t too tall, black leather jacket, plain crisp white tee-shirt, black 1950s semi-dress shoes (loafers.)
		He nodded to Barry with a kinda quirky smile.
	With the crowd of students making a traffic flow Barry and the freshman butt-fucking kid were moved along with the flow to the outside of the history building. There they assembled to mingle and pause before moving on to other classes.
		“You’re Barry Brallen, right?”
		“Uh, yeah--”
		“Saw you make that hoop last Friday.”
		Barry smiled, he had made the winning 2-points against Carver in the previous Friday night basketball game.
	‘And I saw you in the shower humping a freshman!’
		Several chatty girls also mingled nearby, some said “Hi” to Barry, he was kind popular.  As the girls moved on, Barry and the freshman buttfucker checked the “swish” of the girls.  Kara Evans and Kellie Hart pranced in short skirts while Bonnie Birch and Vicki Drummond wore semi tight jeans.
	“God damn that’s nice!” blurted the freshman buttfucker.
		“No kidding.”
		“Damn shame they look like that and we get in trouble if we stare or make a move on them.”
		“Doesn’t seem fair!” chuckled Barry.
		“Casper,” said the 1950s throw-back, “Casper O’Shaunnesy.”

	The boys made for the lunch building (cafeteria); while noshing on burgers they checked all the girls—ever mindful of the security presence.  At all the entry points and exits there were “devices” to check for “devices” (i.e. EMADs).  
 	Tori Fallan and Jessica Lurch came to take seat at the boys’ table, a chair separated them.  Barry and Casper gave the girls a quick look.  Barry moaned.  Tori Fallen was a year older; very popular, on the year book committee, incredibly pretty, and very-very fuckable.  Jessica Lurch was also a junior, popular, and worthy of a good doinking.  
		Both girls chatted—endlessly.  Tori had a long tall body, average titties for her age group, a very slim body, a happy “sunny” face, long blond straight hair, incredibly dazzling blue eyes.
		Jessica wore a tight fitting blue blouse of which her nipples could be seen.  As she sat leaning against the table, the back of her blouse was pulled up to allow a casual brief glimpse down the back of the girl’s butt to see just the very top of her powder blue panties.
		“God,” blurted Barry to Casper, “I’d give anything…” he didn’t finish as his desire was conveyed fairly enough.
		“Yeah?” then, “serious?”
		Barry looked to Casper confused, “Uh, whattya mean?”
		Tori and Jessica continued yapping.  Barry got a whiff of one of them wearing strawberry perfume.
		“Well, I mean, if you could…”
		Barry pursed his lips.  His cock was pulsing in his pants and as he again casually checked Jessica, there was seepage in his underwear.
		“I-I guess, but there’s no way.”
		“There’s always a way.”
		The girls got up and left.  The cafeteria was filling with the upperclassman and it was time for the “lowerclassmen” to motivate somewheres else.  So they did.
		Walking across the campus, avoiding the Senior Quad, Barry asked of his new friend, 
		“What did you mean, “there’s a way.”  The only way I know is--”
		“What?”
		Casper made way to an area of space between Science 1 building and the English building.  It was very sublime with bushes, shrubs, small trees and was a mere go-between from the main campus area to the annex buildings behind.  While slowly walking Barry shifted his book bag to conceal his hand.
		In his hand was a small disc object.
		An EMAD!
		Of course!
	
*

		It wasn’t Tori Fallen or Jessica Lurch.  It wasn’t Kara Evans or Kellie Hart.  It wasn’t Cassidy Myers, Laura McNaulty, Jennifer Kress, or Vicki Marrs.  Not even Shanna Williams, Marylyn Grover, Minn Chow, Veronica Videmere, Glory Parks, or Tanya Harper.
		It was Marie Nuseman.  She was a freshman, cheerleader, semi popular, outgoing, and a hottie.  She was identified as wearing an EMAD deterent—a necklace, watch, and a security device on her bookbag.  None of those worked, though.  
		Casper O’Shaunessy had an EMAD.  Its construct was simplistic—in that made it very low key and not worthy of being deterred.  It was small and fit easily over the face of Casper’s wrist watch.  It could be turned completely “off” to thwart detection.  Being so small it was underpowered and not detectable from beyond a range of ten feet.  being so small it also had to be very close in range to a potential target.
		Marie Nuseman was the “close in range potential target” acquired.
		The “abilities” of the small-insignificant EMAD no bigger than a watch were very limited.  But regardless, its abilities were good enough to “sway” target/subject Marie Nuseman to a secluded locale (behind the handball court.
		Barry, to say the least, was stunned and awed at the remarkability of the EMAD.  Although in the day & age of the EMADs let loose in a flurry on the Land, Barry had not seen one in “action.”
		The preppy fifteen year old stared blankly as Barry and Casper flanked her.  Barry watched as Casper cupped the girl’s mediocre breasts, his other hand dropping down behind her to “cup” her ass.
		Barry felt his cock bursting thru his jeans and didn’t give a rat’s ass about how incredulous the situation was.  His mind went into a fury with every girl he knew and saw.  Long had he known that with an EMAD he could possibly FUCK every girl he knew and saw!
		Casper continued “cupping” Marie, Barry leaned back to watch and the need to whip his dick out and jack off pressed him.  Casper raised the girl’s short skirt, exposing ass flesh clad in bright yellow school color panties.
		Barry let out a moan, “Oh my God!”
		Slowly-very slowly Casper lowered the girl’s panties, Barry again uttered, “Oh my God!”  he was completely baffled and blown away by what was happening for he knew that a girl like Marie would be freaking.
		Although time was of the essence—she would be missed by her friends who would panic if she wasn’t seen/heard from soon AND would alert security who in turn would freak out the student body populace by ordering a Lock Down of the Campus and an all-out search for the missing student ensued—regardless of all that, Barry and Casper took their time undressing Marie Nuseum.
		Casper took charge of removing her top, cheerleading vest, and bra.
	Barry took the bottom area, fumbled with the cheerleader’s skirt zipper but managed.  Then it was the lowering of the girl’s panties.  In his mind he was lowering the panties of his sister, except the youngest one, he wasn’t into molesting the young in any way.  (we’ll see about that!)
		With her clothes off, the boys gently laid her down on the ground.  The area behind the handball court was shrouded by overgrown bushes and shrubs; a weightlifting building was to one side with a sports equipment building was at the other side.  It was a haven for those students wishing to get freaky in one way or another.
		Barry stared at the naked Marie, specifically her cunny.
		Beside him, Casper undone his pants and pushed them down.
		Barry then watched as the new friend positioned himself on the naked cheerleader, opened her legs and made entry.  Barry tried not to “stare” but found himself focused on the boy’s bouncing-flexing ass.  He moved back some finally freeing his cock to jerk it and please it.
		Once positioned back some he careened his head so as he could see the actual penetration taking place.  He wasn’t wise enough to know about a girl’s “cherry”, there WAS blood coating Casper’s cock but not a lot.
		Casper “fucked” slowly, driving his bone DEEP as possible into Marie’s cunt.  Barry wondered what it was like.  Although he professed to his pals that he had “scored” with a girl a few times, he was actually still a virgin.  (but not to his hand, sisters’ panties, his bed, or brothers’ bungholes)
		“Dude, she’s tight!” muttered Casper.  Barry patiently awaited his turn.  Occasionally he checked for security but mostly masturbated until Casper was “done.”
		Casper came to that inevitable portion of his devilish deed whereas he was no longer in control of himself and he pumped into the frapped young teen furiously.  Barry, too, pumped his cock but then held off cumming off as he wanted to do that IN the girl.
		Moving back up a ways toward’s Marie’s head Barry took note of her nipples—they were hard and erect.  He didn’t know why.  Watching her young breast flesh jiggle about turned him on greatly and he muttered under his breath, “Hurry up!”
		Casper finished his deed, straining his entire lean body with a mighty powerful thrust at the end where his cock jutted several ounces of hot sticky liquid love.  Barry was close to blasting off himself but stopped himself.  
		“Sloppy seconds!” grinned Casper as he pulled out of Marie’s sopping wet bloodied and cum laden cunt.  Plucking up the girl’s yellow panties he wiped his cock clean then tossed the soiled garment to Barry.
		Barry didn’t understand the phrase “sloppy seconds” but had heard the term from fellow classmates.  Marie remained “zombiefied”, she did breath kind of more than usual, but her eyes stared straight and non-blinkingly.  Barry positioned himself on the girl, resting his cock onto her cunny and instantly imagining Shanna Williams, Ms. Bartly, his Aunt Emily, and of course, his new sister Maryanne AND her mother!

		Sinking his cock into a pussy was beyond expectations.  He couldn’t explain it suffice it to say that it was 100 times better than humping his hand (and only fifty times better than fucking his brothers’ assholes!)
		Marie moved only with his own body movements, her pussy snugged up about his invading prong and it was basic natural instinct that perpetuated the sex act.  It was more terrific than he could ever imagined!  How long a time he “pumped” into Marie he didn’t know, not that it matter (not at the time) but slowly he regained control of himself—sort of, and found himself concentrating on Marie’s titties.
		Then it was over.
	His cock exploded, it was far different than jerking off or sodomizing his brothers—cumming off into a girl’s quim was definitely the preferred manner of pleasing the schlong.

		Barry didn’t want the moment to end—but Marie had to get back into the populace.
		“Don’t worry, there’s others!” chirped Casper.
		Barry was cool with that and helped redress the girl, minus her panties.
		“She’s probably going to freak when she discovers them gone.” mentioned Barry.
		“Yeah.” grinned Casper.
		Barry’s cock was still super sore and ready to go after it again.  “other girls.”  There were “other” girls.  
		Both boys used the girl’s panties to clean their soiled schlongs and balls; they wiped the girl’s pussy and “walked” her back to where she had last been.  When she was “released” she stumbled and fell.  Picking herself up she staggered to the main covered walkway before realizing that something was wrong.
		She screamed.  She raised her skirt and discovered her missing panties and screamed some more.  Not good.  Security was everywhere.  Casper made himself scarce and Barry followed suit.

**

		School function was a mess.  The rumors spread like wildfire that a girl had been overwhelmed by an EMAD.  Security was going thru as many students (male) as possible.  But it was the end of the day and many students (male) had already left the campus.  It was a virtual fiasco on campus and Barry encountered his new sister (well, she wasn’t new-new, but).
		“Did you hear what happened?” she stupidly asked.  Everyone on Rhichmond campus had heard.  Barry could see that she was a little frightened, he tried to be the big brother and reassure her—all the while desiring to take her to the spot behind the handball courts…
		There was a brief security chat with the security personnel before Barry and Maryanne were allowed to leave the campus, news crews and city police were showing up.  Barry and Maryanne went home in silence.  Once home the news had already reached a panic stricken Nora and a concerned Bob Brallen, the family patriarch.  But all was well, and that was that.

		Normalcy at Rhichmond High didn’t return for some time.  Each day every student entering the campus was “checked.”  Security guards had all the entry points and exit points covered; the use of an EMAD detector was prevalent everywhere.  But it was like that at most schools, parks, even churches!
		Barry wasn’t himself.  Desperately he took great strides at sneaking peeks at his siblings—mainly his sister siblings and usually only caught glimpses of the little once, Marissa.  She was seven and didn’t hold his interest sexually.
		Thankfully he had brothers who were somewhat naughty, mostly Peter.  Late at night while in their bathroom—boys had their bathroom and girls had theirs; Barry and Peter just happened to be doing their nightly thing at the same time.  Young Bobby the same age as Marissa had tuckered out early and crashed in the boys’ shared bedroom.
		While Peter fussed with his face, a Barry unleashed his teen schlong and began stroking.  To Peter it was no big deal, both were avid masturbators and took great pride in whacking off with the other present.  
		Then, Barry stepped up against his brother, pressing his hard-on against the younger sib’s ass.  Peter with a quirky smirk on his face slipped his hand back and began stroking his brother’s teen bone; then, with his other hand moved his pajama bottoms down.  Leaning forward against the sink counter he parted a cheek and Barry began gouging his bro’s crack.
		As Barry made slow but full anal entry into his bro’s hole, Peter worked his own crank, reaching back to rub the bare ass of his big brother.  Barry concentrated on sodomizing Peter, but he had stray thoughts of buggering his sisters, too.  He imagined Maryanne bent over taking his member up her corn chute, he thought same to thirteen year old sibling, Evie.
		And there WAS a stray thought of doing so to Marissa!
		He completed his act to Peter.  It was fast and furious but not as good as doing Marie had been.  Closing his eyes he pulled her back into his mind; his hands went all over his near naked sibling, playing with the boy’s johnson and everything.  The feeling to keep going was still intense.
		Pete turned around, working his organ.  The boys pressed themselves to one another—it had been a long while since they had been so naughty with one another.  Masturbating together was one thing, out and out fucking was something else all together.
		Soon Barry found himself strangely drawn to his bro, they began to hump their bodies together—hands roaming and rushing all over the other in a maddening way and still so when Barry lowered himself to the floor…

		“IT’S COMING!” almost shouted Peter.  The boy griped the rounded edge of the counter he braced against, his cock buried to the hilt inside his brother’s mouth was in the most extreme ecstasy ever!  His asshole was clenched tight and there was nothing Pete could do but endure.
 	Barry sucked and sucked, thrashing the young pecker in his mouth all about madly; working the boy’s barely hairy nads as he sucked.  Peter didn’t thrust but clenched his butt against the counter all the more as juts of his love cream spurted into his brother’s mouth.
	 	Barry sucked him dry, devouring him whole, balls and all.
		Peter clenched—it was all he could do.  His cock spurted and spurted over and over until finally Barry pulled back.  Barry gripped the squirting member and worked it until there was no more.

		The thought crossed his mind that what they were doing would be better if they were in the girls’ room.  But they weren’t.  They were in their own room.  The thought further crossed his mind that they were doing would be better if they were tugging the covers down on one of the girls—even and including seven year old Marissa Brallen!
		But they weren’t, they were tugging the covers down on the sleeping slumbering Bobby Brallen!  Bobby Brallen could sleep through anything, and he usually did.  Once the covers were down the naked older giggling sibs paused only a moment before tugging down the boy’s blue pajama bottoms.
		Barry couldn’t help but wonder “just how sound of sleepers” were his new sisters?  He dare not try.  But it was a good thought.  His cock ached, not for little Bobby—but for Maryanne, Evie, Shanna, Glory, Minn, Marissa.
		Marissa!
		His mind selected the naked image of Marissa—he HAD seen her a time or two naked, dashing from her bathroom to her bedroom in the buff; mostly he had seen her in her underwear.  Quickly his mind replaced her with Ms. Bartly, Glory Parks, and Marie.
 	Those images, of course, prompted him to become even more horny and with the tugging down of Bobby’s pajama bottoms, he tugged down the boy’s underwear.
 	Peter had a hard time controlling himself; concealing his giggles he stood and masturbated while watching big brother Barry suckle Bobby’s dinky.

***

	Veronica Videmere.  Her daddy owned a huge lumber emporium while her mother ran a non-profit organization.  There was an older brother who was a senior who was an all-star athlete.  There was a cousin who was an Olympian.  There was the lust of every boy at Rhichmond to get into Veronica’s pants!
	Only Barry (and Casper) were managing such a feat.
	Behind the basketball gymnasium the boys had directed their newest target/subject.  Veronica was tall, very slender, more average in the titty department than other girls her age; sleek long coal black hair, bubbly personality, and well liked.  Very well liked.
	Wearing a light Summery dress she was the best target/subject for that day—although there were many girls at Rhichmond the boys sought favor of.  It had been two weeks and a couple of days since the “incident” with Marie.  The security situation had calmed down (some) but was still a concern.
	With Veronica the boys made quick their business.  During the two-weeks, Casper had “tweaked” his EMAD.
	“It effects their mind more.” replied Casper to Barry’s inquiry. 
	Barry didn’t fully understand the complexities of the EMAD or any EMAD, just the basics that was Mind Control.  With Veronica, Casper assured Barry that they could “do her” and afterwards she wouldn’t freak out like Marie had.
	Barry was cool with that.  very cool.
	Slipping Veronica’s dress off was easy, it moved off her slender shoulders and dropped to her ankles with ease leaving her with a pink bra and matching panties.
	Casper slipped a hand down the back of Veronica’s panties, squeezing ass flesh.  Nothing from girl whatsoever.  Barry fondled the girl’s breasts and then almost expertly unhitched the pink rose clip and freed the moderately roundish solid B titties.
	Casper eased to his knees and took Veronica’s panties to her ankles.
	Barry engulfed the teen’s titties and then freed his cock, taking her hand and having her massage his bone.  Casper was putting hickies on her butt flesh while fingering her.  Soon the girl was laid out nude on her clothes, legs open wide so as the boys could gawk at her and lust.

	They only “gawked” for a moment or two, then Casper took to the girl getting first dibs again.  Barry didn’t mind—not much.  He was still fascinated with the whole “pumping” thing and sat back to watch his quirky friend fuck. 
	It was then Barry realized that he kinda sorta wanted to FUCK the friend who was fucking.  He shook his head to clear it.  That wasn’t right.  Sure he had scrogged his brother Peter, but that was his brother.  Casper was some dude he barely knew but who had an EMAD—paving the way to score shamelessly with fellow classmates.
	Fellow classmates.
	Shanna Williams was a classmate.  As was Marylyn Grover, Tanya Harper, Marie, Glory, Donna, and the rest of the Rhichmond High School student body.
	But “FELLOW” classmates?
	Barry strove hard not to “gawk” at another guy’s member as they changed clothes at their lockers and ESPECIALLY while showering—all eyes were eye level and never wandered to ogle the many dangling or erect prongs dancing all about him.
	But with Peter it was different.  It was sex.  Just sex.  Sucking off one another AND their little dweeb brother was just goofy sex.  Pure and simple.  Well, maybe not so pure…
	Barry found himself having a difficult time keeping his hand from reaching out and caressing Casper’s sweaty bouncing ass.  There were incredible thoughts of “mounting” Casper and fucking while he himself continued to fuck Veronica.
	Casper sat up, arching his back mostly.
	“Fucking-A she’s good!” he exclaimed.  His thrusts increased and the girl made some audible noises of joy—she was getting off on the deed as much as the one who was fucking her.
	Barry knew that there was virtually no girl safe.  Nay, not one.  Slowly it crept into his mind that the possibility of screwing his sister Maryanne was a very real possibility.  Even Evie!
	Casper pumped in quick succession before coming to the ultimate goal.  His body tightened and he did look just like a male dog does when at HIS pivotal point of orgasm.  Barry wondered what it would feel like to have his cock embedded up into Casper’s asshole at that critical time?

	Casper stopped humping.  His body was in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  Panting hard he rubbed his ass, smacking it and enticing Barry all the more.  He rolled off of the frapped Veronica and Barry very muchly found himself drawn to the teen—the one with cum still jutting from his cock. 
	Sloppy seconds.  Again.
	Barry didn’t mind.  There was no blood on Casper’s cock, the girl fucked was NOT a virgin.  Barry used her panties to clean her sopping wet snatch then mounted her.  Unlike Casper, Barry kept his clothes on, just shucking his pants and underwear to his ankles.  Casper remained laying out masturbating/massaging his cum squirter for a few minutes, then he sat up and pulled on his cock harder with more quickness.  He seemed enticed himself at Barry fucking Veronica.
	Barry wondered casually who ELSE was tagging Veronica; her brother?  Boyfriend?  Maybe her dad?  (there was a lot of that going around)  casually he thought probably one or two of her teachers; she was a hottie!
	Barry somehow managed to focus on the act and fuck well for several minutes.  Occasionally he lay on the girl, sucking her titties and then driving his tongue into her mouth.  His cock felt incredible pleasure as it plowed into the teen’s snatch.  Beside him his new friend masturbated steadily and Barry was almost drawn to gobble the cock and suck it!

	On the chalkboard was the day’s lessons.  At the open door was a beefy black security guard.  It was after three o’clock so there wasn’t much time, Barry had to meet his sister to ride her home—er, to GIVE her a ride home.  But she was at choir practice while Barry himself was supposed to be at baseball practice.
	Emerging from the boy’s bathroom the two stood at the double doors to the annex path leading out to the go-between path that led up to the ball field and the rear end of the gym building.  They paused a moment while Casper manipulated his mind altering watch doohickey.
	“What’s the problem?” Barry asked sensing that there was indeed a problem.
	“Range.” replied Casper.
	“Whattya mean?” asked Barry.
	“He’s too far away—have to get closer.”
	Barry didn’t care for that, the big guard already had his eyes on the two.  Casper fiddled with the watch, shaking his head—
	“We gotta get closer.”

	The building they were in was designated as English classes.  Five classes along one side with an Audio/Visual room at the front, a pair of bathrooms at the other end, a radio class at the entrance and the library taking up the entire right side.  The boys scooted into the library and quickly hustled to the front end where the doors there opened to be right across from their intended target.
	Barry cracked the door and saw the guard taking small steps towards where the boys had been—instead of simply opening the door(s) closest to him.  Casper gave his doodad a twist and clicked one of the buttons.
	Guard Morton Bob stopped dead in his tracks.

	Scribbling in her workbook was the lovely intoxicating Ms. Jane Bartly.  She had a lovely southern accent—soft round breasts, tall, sweet, charming, and oh so fuckable.  Very fuckable.
	She never knew what hit her.
	“We don’t have a lot of time.” Barry complained.  He would of rather liked to have HAD the time—to linger with being naughty with Ms. Bartly was the thing, but he was late for practice and couldn’t dally too long or be subjected to an interview with some security fuck.
	And speaking of fuck…
	When classes were in session the doors were usually shut, in some schools the policy was to keep them open so as wandering security goofs cold check and make sure the class was running properly.  When normal class operation was not being conducted the class doors of Rhichmond High were to remain open—so as no hanky and/or panky could be taking place.
	Casper directed the guard outside in the hall to back up and stand at the door, the door was closed but propped open just a bit by a door block.  Ms. Bartly was laid out on her desk.  She wasn’t rendered naked although that was the extreme desire of the boys with her.  She wore a tight brown knit skirt that was simply hiked up over her waist.  Her off-white blouse was undone and her titties were freed.
	It wasn’t Casper who took first dibs but Barry.  Casper marveled over the woman’s titties while Barry slowly slid the panties off.  He was awed at the woman’s snatch, his first good look at a woman’s cunt.  It was not so indifferent to the snatch’s he had been seeing of late.  Licking his lips he was drawn to “munch” the cunt all the while undoing his pants and freeing his willy.  
	Casper meanwhile was fucking the woman’s face.

	Not too much time did Barry spend tonguing his English teacher’s twat; he marveled at it, examined it closely and then pulled himself up onto her body, gliding into her sex his rock hard schlong.  Ms. Bartly made some noises—muffled noises as her mouth was still filled with teen cock.
	Barry fucked and fucked, trying not to cum too fast.
	Casper pulled free his cock and Barry once more gawked at it and had a terrifically hard time keeping himself from reaching for it.
	“Is she tight?” asked Casper.
	“No, not really, but still good enough.”
	“Bet her asshole’s tight.”
	Barry figured it was, too.
	Casper got Barry to roll himself and the teacher to their sides, then while completely nude he positioned himself on the desk and forced himself up the woman’s ass.
	“Fuck yeah!” exclaimed Casper, “She’s a-fucking tight!” he groaned and moaned as he made definite anal entry into the supposed backdoor virgin.  Barry found it kinda difficult to fuck with Casper screwing, too.  The boys managed to sandwich the woman well enough with only Barry creaming into his teacher’s cunt.  Casper got busy with his fucking after Barry pulled out and let loose his love cream DEEP up into the woman’s bunghole.

*

	On the way home from school, Barry wasn’t sure but he thought he heard his sister rip one.  Having a convertible the noise of the road, air, and other traffic made detecting a butt blast difficult.  But he caught a “whiff” of anal gas and that pleased him.  ‘so my dippy (but gorgeous) sister is human after all.’
	Once home Barry noticed Maryanne made a quick and hasty departure from his car to the house (and bathroom!)  how much did he wish he could be in there with her!
	Playing in the backyard were his other siblings, Bobby and Marissa who got along better than the rest of the blended family.  Marissa wore a shortie dress and while tumbling and flipping about Barry got a lovely shot of her blue kiddie panties.  There was the image of wishing she didn’t have those blue kiddie panties on and was doing her tumbling and handstands naked.
	Barry had to get a hold of himself—what was he thinking!
	But then again, he HAD sucked off on his little brother’s dinky, was it then so terrible to have lasciviously lewd thoughts about his new baby sister?  What would he do with her if he could?  Surely he couldn’t fuck her, not between her legs anyways—he knew that he was too big and she was too small.  Not up the ass, either, for the same reason.
	So that left her mouth.
	Could he get his dong into her mouth?
	Maybe.
	Evie suddenly entered his view, “What’s up?” she asked unknowingly.  Barry sheepishly grinned and imagined HER naked, too!
	As he slid out of his car he came to realize that he had a boner, and not just ANY boner but a RAGING boner!  And Evie knew it, too!  Politely, though, Evie turned her head to pay attention to the younger sibs.  Barry stared at Evie’s ass—she wore a short dress, mi-thigh length.  A Fall dress color, old style paisley colors but not out of trend.  Like her sister, Maryanne, Evie had long blond non-style blond hair.  In some ways, Evie was the better fuck than Maryanne, she had a more pleasing non-snobbish personality and was a bit more sweeter.
	Before anything else his new mother pulled up in the family station wagon.  “Barry,” she said getting out, “could you help me with the groceries?”
	Barry liked her, she tried very hard to fit in as the new mother to the boys, and she seemed to make his father happy.  Of course, Barry figured she was good in bed…
	Barry hustled to the car where his new mother was, she was bending over into the car and Barry was still with a major erection.  Wearing a not-to-tight green skirt with a diamond pattern the woman was good.  She was in her late 30s but held her age well; she sang beautifully, always smelled good, always seemed chipper.  Maybe his DAD was good in bed, too!
	Barry watched his mother’s ass swish as she tugged bags of groceries out of the middle seat—if he could have his way he would thrust himself right up against that swishing ass and have at it.  In a fleeting second he thought of Casper.
	With Casper (and his magical mind altering device) all things were possible.  All things and anythings.
	Just then his mother caught him off-guard, whirling around to deposit two bags of groceries.  In the process her ass DID bump against his body—specifically his throbbing erection.
	The two exchanged grunts and groans, Barry accepted the deposit (and so did his underwear…)

	In the kitchen it wasn’t any better; sister Maryanne came to help put away the groceries; Barry had dropped a can of tomato sauce and it rolled across the floor; Maryanne bent to pick it up and gave her hard-up horny brother another reason to live…
	A bum shot.  And WHAT a bum!  Lavender panties whereas they had worked themselves into the crack of her ass—thusly exposing a great deal of her delicious lily white flesh.
	Barry felt more goo soiling his underwear.
	Quickly he made himself scarce and wished brother Pete was around for a “quickie.”  There was a downstairs bathroom but Barry hustled himself up the stairs and peeked into the girls’ bathroom.  Very quickly he rummaged thru the dirty clothes hamper, finding a pair of panties that had a “fresh” scent to them.  He made an educated guess that they were Maryanne’s freshly worn undies.  He snagged then dashed to his own bathroom whereupon he made good creaming into them.
	It would be his third or fourth pair of stolen panties he had soiled.
	Casually he wondered if Maryanne was still a virgin?  He figured that she was; she was a player, a tease and not one to “put out.”  But of course, he could be wrong…

	The rest of the day wasn’t any better.  During homework Maryanne came into his room asking for help on her homework and whether or not she should run for class president.  As she stood at his desk Barry saw himself slipping his hand up her short dress and going after her ass.
	He did the big brother thing and discussed her accession to the lofty throne as head of the freshman class.  It would pave the way to other pursuits in the higher grades as she progressed thru school and Barry was in fact proud of her.
	But mostly he just wanted to bone her.

	The following day, Tanya Harper, Minn Chow, Glory Parks were introduced to the wondrous world of being doinked unknowingly.  Barry liked Minn Chow, she was Chinese, American-Chinese and very lovely.  Not too tall, soft round face with soft round breasts.  She had no hair on her poon either and that was a turn on for both doinkers.  
	After doing Glory Parks on the second floor balcony walkway of classes that were for typing and other non-mainstream curricular courses.  In the afternoon the second floor was virtually empty.  There weren’t even any guards on the second floor!  Which let nailing Glory Parks who was a snooty kind of girl go without a hitch and with great thrills.

	Barry still wasn’t comfortable with going butt bare assed naked, not like his companion.  Glory, too, was rendered nude, completely.  Casper then spanked her, something that he liked to do—then while the girl was still on her hands and knees, he went into her from behind while Barry stuffed her mouth.
	“She’s had it here before.” commented Casper.
	Barry humped the girl’s mouth thinking of Minn, Glory, Shanna, his sisters, his mother…

	“I’m going to be tweaking this thing,” said Casper as they waited for Maryanne at Barry’s car after school.  
	“Something wrong with it?”
	“No, but I can make it better, just takes time.”
	Maryanne came with a security escort, which was normal for all girls at the school(s).  She came with three other girls, too—Carleen Bowman, Jolene Krass, Melinda Fay.  All fifteen, all supporters of Maryanne’s bid to achieve the presidency.  And all fuckable!

	While in transit to the Brallen home, with Casper alongside, Barry got the subtle nod from his naughty ever so horny friend, ‘peek into the backseat.’
	Barry peeked over his shoulder and saw Jolene Krass who sat in the middle with her legs open.
	Barry stared at his friend with mouth open wide.
	Casper smiled and raised his eyebrows in quick succession.
	Barry whipped his late model (‘60s) convertible to the far side of a park not far from their home.  There wasn’t a lot of people at the park, no games of any kind going on so the presence of security was just at the bathrooms.  Of course, security upon seeing a lone car WOULD eventually make a tour to make sure everything was on the up & up.
	Maryanne, Carleen, Melinda, and Jolene.  All were “stunned” and susceptible to receiving commands.  Jolene the only one in a dress, Maryanne and Melinda wore tight jeans while Carleen wore knee length shorts.  
	Easily Casper got Jolene to “scoot forward” with her ass to the edged of the backseat and her ankles up on the back of the front seats.  She wore blue panties with yellow duckies all over them.  Nice tight snug fitting bikini undies.  Very nice.  Casper rubbed the girl’s pussy, pulling the panty panel to one side.

	Out of his pants Casper worked his cock out of his pants and began feverishly masturbating.  Barry reaching over the seat rubbed Carleen’s legs, specifically her thighs.  Slowly he moved his hand up the girl wide open legged shorts opening—he kinda wished Maryanne was sitting where Carleen was instead of over on the opposite side.
	“This seat lets down?” Casper asked.
	Barry nodded that it did, “But we cant.” he shook his head vehemently.
	Casper looked over his shoulder.
	“Fuck.”
	The security guards at the bathrooms across the open park had started coming along in the golfcart security mobile.

	There was no place Barry could think of that was safe enough from prying eyes.  The days of the EMAD had put every place under scrutiny and Barry wondered offhandedly if even his own home was safe?  Had his father (or mother) installed security measures?  The girls had security devices to (supposedly) counteract any EMAD attack and they had been schooled in the measures to protect themselves when out and about; shopping, at school, the park, anywhere.
	But what about at home?

	At home, no one.  No one was home.  Evie was with an after-school project, the littlest member, Marissa, was with her mother on some mother-daughter project and wouldn’t be home until about the time of their father.  Bobby and Peter, too, were with school projects and weren’t expected home until at least another hour.
	Plenty of time.
	Plenty.
	
	In the family room up against the sofa Jolene lay pressed against the cushion while her legs were spread wide.  Casper was nude, Barry took his time getting that way—although they had at least an hour—someone could come home unannounced at any time without warning.
	Casper spanked Jolene—hard.  It showed Barry just how deeply the mind of the Subject was.  The girl’s flesh turned a bright red and she didn’t stir or react in any way.  It seriously turned Barry on as he wanted to do same to his sister, mother, aunt, Casper…

	Casper sank himself into Jolene’s arse after spanking her.  Barry settled on Melinda.  Working her tight jeans off his cock in overdrive excitement he laid his eyes on his sister.  
	She had peed.
	Oops.
	He didn’t know what to do about that—if anything.
	Sinking himself into Melinda’s virgin cunny put Barry into a world he couldn’t understand—it was too confusing as he wanted to have his sisters naked, all of them.  He wanted to spank them, pee on them, eat out their pussies, and seriously fuck their brains out.  Then do the same to their mother!
	In his mind he saw his mother and aunt 69ing, he knew what that position was (tv and bathroom walls provided excellent information!)  Maryanne had thoroughly soaked herself with pee.  Barry continued fucking Melinda, wondering what to do for Maryanne.
	Carleen made some noises as Casper plowed her, after stuffing Jolene and successfully cumming off into her bung hole the ever horny teen plugged Carleen.  After stripping the girl nude he lay her on her side, held her right leg up and crammed himself into her very tight funk hole—he preferred assholes to cunt-holes.
	Barry felt an enormous load of cum shooting into Melinda’s cunt.  He had cum earlier in the day a massive wad into Glory’s mouth and had just previously creamed Minn Chow’s virgin hairless cunny.  At that point his dick was sore.  At least once a day there was some girl getting her panties pulled down and her pussy stuffed.  Barry was used to hammering his monkey at least once a day and occasionally shooting his wad; he, too, came off into his brother’s mouth and/or asshole, too.  But doing so to GIRLS was something else!
	It was wearing his cock out!
	“Whattya gonna do?” Casper asked as Barry seemed perplexed, pausing as he sat staring at his sister.  Sure he wanted to see the girl naked and definitely did he want to fuck her.  Badly.  But he couldn’t figure what the hold up was.  
	Casper didn’t do anything but handle his cock, it was sore, too.
	There were two options; take her pants (and panties off) wipe her clean and put new clothes on her; or two, leave her be and let her freak out.  He knew what he wanted to do, but then there was that time issue—it was 4:15, time was against them as “four-thirty” was only a guesstimate time.

	Shoes first, leave the socks.
	He fumbled undoing the buttons to her jeans but finally managed.  Casper continued masturbating, captivated—watching the boy undress his sister.  Barry did so, tugging the soiled garment down and placing it aside while going after her panties.
	Green panties.  Yellow daises all over them, bikini style. Nice, very nice.  Damn nice.  And wet.  Slowly Barry tugged them down.  His eyes bulged as the teen’s unfucked snatch was revealed.  It was not so unlike any other cunt he had seen in recent days, but still—it was his SISTER’S cunt—that was all that mattered.
	He knew then that he HAD to see Evie’s cunt AND his mother’s!

	Barry collected the soiled garments and wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.  Nakedly he carried them to the laundry room and tossed them into the dryer, then turned the machine on.  There was a pile of dirty laundry and Barry helped himself collecting some like jeans and panties—different color.  He never understood why girls had to have so many different kinds of panties, styles and colors.
	When he returned to the family room he found Casper fucking Maryanne.
	“Hey!” called out Barry.
	“Relax, chief,” said Casper rolling off of the girl, “I didn’t go IN her.” He hadn’t, he had just laid his prong on her and humped.  “Chill.”
	The two re-dressed Maryanne, Barry forgetting to “wipe” her clean at the last moment.  Oh well, there would be another time—he hoped.  Casper slowly began redressing the other girls, keeping Jolene’s panties.  Barry didn’t believe what he was doing as he planted a knee beside his sister’s ass and put a foot up onto the cushion of the sofa.  Then, with his pulsing cummy cock he went into her mouth.
	He did!
	Casper was impressed, too; “Go, chief, go!”
	Barry didn’t know what came over him but he came—all over Maryanne’s face!  It must have been a gallon of pent up cum, he shot streams of the spunk into her mouth, then onto her face before pressing his cock right against her gorgeous face, shooting more loads onto her hair, pressing his balls right up against her nose!
	Hell ya!

	He knew that he DID want to fuck her and if it weren’t for the time constraint he would have.  He did what he wanted, then using a few tissues cleaned her face—but straddled her at the end to masturbate right in front of her face.
	No one showed until five o’clock.
	But it gave sufficient time for the boys to dress the girls and themselves then relax.  The girls were kept in “zombie” mode until someone DID show.  Meanwhile, the boys raided the refrigerator and Casper looked over the various family photos.
	“Nice.” he commented over looking at the girls.
	“Have you done anything with them yet,” Casper asked, “other than this one.”
	Maryanne sat slumped on the family room sofa, Barry very muchly wanted to doink her, spank her, and fuck her face some more.  His cock ached and throbbed and he had to wonder where it would all end.
	Hmmmmm
	Casper asked the same about the boys.
	Barry couldn’t reply fast enough and that in itself told his friend what he wanted to know.
	“That’s cool,” he said, “I’ve done the same.”
	It was the first hint at knowing that Casper had siblings.  Barry knew very little if anything about Casper’s family or even where the boy lived.
	“You like boys?”
	Barry had to wonder where the line of curiosity was leading.  Answering one way or the other would possibly lead to something.  But already Casper knew that Barry doinked his brothers; and Casper knew that Barry knew that he doinked boy-holes.
	It was noticed by Barry that Casper eyed Barry’s crotch.
	It made Barry a little uncomfortable.
	Thankfully, before anything could possibly happen, a car drove in and there were screaming/giddy children.

**

Shagnasty
	Sneaking a quick look to some mail on the table he saw the name, Shaggmon, Belinda Shaggmon.  Barry got a strange feeling in him, he had seen Casper’s school book, Casper Shaggmon.  So what was this shit all about?  They were in a house, a nice house in a moderate income neighborhood.  For three weeks Casper had been “tweaking” his EMAD.

	“It’s ready.” he proclaimed one day at school.
	Either the heavy police and security presence put Casper to keeping his newly tweaked device on the low key and didn’t bring it up until after school and off campus.  Maryanne was with friends and so she didn’t need a ride home.  For the three weeks of EMAD downtime Barry, to say the least, was pent up.
	“Got some place I’d like to go.” Casper said once underway and away from their school.
	“’k.”
	Casper provided the directions, but nothing more.
	Driving slowly down Gurgle Lane Barry noted his silent friend turning his head to a quaint 1960s style yellow house with white trim.  Lots of trees and bushes and a fairly new model car in the drive.
	“Turn at the end, go into the alley.”
	Barry did so and half way down, once more coming to the only yellow house with white trim on the block Barry was told to slow down and park it.  The car was mostly concealed by back fence shrubs.
	“Somebody you know here?” Barry had to ask.
	Casper smiled a smirkish smile, “Kinda.”
	“Going to try something.” Casper contined.
	“Yeah?” then, “What?”
	Casper didn’t explain but turned the dial of his watch.
	Instantly Barry was hit with a massive wave of darkness and a piercing sound driving into his brain.  He felt weak at the knees and went down.  A horrific blinding light stabbed into his eyes and then into his brain.  
	The next thing he knew he was laying on the gravely ground almost under his car.  He felt like he was convulsing.  Snot and mouth saliva spewed from him, he could barely see and no way could he think.  Although he hadn’t been kicked in the stomach it felt like he had, his balls, too.
	Slowly, though, the pain and anguish passed.  The tips of his fingers, and even his tongue, seemed to be on fire—or at the very least electrocuted.  He sputtered as he tried to say something.  Rolling and scooting he pushed himself out from under the engine area of his car, managing to clunk his head on the chrome bumper just the same.
	“SHIT!” he bitched out loud.
	Coughing and sputtering, too, was his quirky friend Casper.
	“What the fuck?” Barry asked.

	“Sorry, Chief, I-I dint know that would happen.”
	“What happened?”
	“Well,” Casper said still sputtering and having a bitch of a time standing, it was like he was drunk.  Barry had the same troubles and used his car to help him.
	Casper used the metal old fashioned trashcans and toppled one over.
	That got the doggies barking the damn fool heads off and soon a neighbor came out bitching at them.  Casper leaned against the car with drool dripping from his mouth.
	“Side effects are a mother!” he said.
	“What happened?” Barry asked again, his vision was a little fucked, he still couldn’t hear because there was a multi engine jet aircraft pulling a roaring locomotive thru his head.
	“Uh, I think we’re invisible.”
	“What?”
	“Yep.”
	“You’re high.”
	Casper smiled and wrapped his hand about the back of Barry’s neck, “I don’t do that shtick, not my style.” But his eyes told otherwise…
	Barry looked at his hands, “I see me.” he said.
	Casper smirked a smile, then pulled Barry to the passenger side side mirror.
	“Take a look.”
	Barry froze as he peered into the mirror.
	“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.  No reflection.
	He rubbed his stomach as he suddenly felt queasy.
	“It wont last long, though.” 
	“Whattya mean?”
	Casper tapped his watch, it had gotten bigger, like a diver’s watch, and on the dial there was a red area cover a span of a quarter of the entire dial.
	“Fifteen minutes.” Casper said, “If it were just me, close to a whole hour.” then, “Then it resets and needs about twenty-four hours before I can do it again.  Or do anything with it at all.”
	“What about now?” Barry asked.
	Casper checked the watch, “Well, fifteen minutes aint much, I thought there would be more time, like maybe thirty minutes.”
	“But fifteen is good.”

	Barry still felt ill, queasy, and unsure of his steps.  So did friend Casper.  Steadily holding onto one another they made way into the backyard of the Target.
	“Who’s here?” Barry had to ask.
	Casper didn’t answer but continued to sputter and try to get a hold of himself, slinging his head to clear the cobwebs.  In Barry’s head the rumbling of the jet-train had ceased.  There was only a slight distortion to his eyesight giving him a constant feeling of “tilting” thirty degrees to port!
	At the backdoor Casper opened the screen and then twisted the knob to the white wooden door.  Barry couldn’t recall if there had been a key used or not.
	Inside the kitchen the two paused a moment as there was activity going on, an argument between a woman and her offspring.  The argument was on the tail end, what it was about was too confusing to comprehend.  The woman/mother left in a huff—which Barry noticed that Casper wasn’t pleased with.  The two teenagers who had been bitched out stood watching her go, shaking her heads.
	“Bitch-bitch-bitch, that’s all she does!” griped the boy teen.
	“She’s been a pill lately.”
	The girl turned and plucked up a book bag from a chair and made way down a hall.  The boy shook his head and a car from the drive way pulled out and sped off.  The boy gave the finger to the car as it left…

	Barry had to keep a hand on his friend lest they NOT be as invisible as they wanted to be—well, at least Barry wouldn’t.  Casper tried to explain how they were invisible but all Barry could comprehend was radio frequencies timed to their body chemistry and accelerated one hundred times.  In essence, it warped the “space” about the two.  They still had physical being but the space they occupied was moving so fast the human eye could not see them.
	Makes sense to me…
	The door to the girl’s room was closed, so was the door to the boy’s room.  Casper and Barry still reeled some from the effects of being invisible and precious time was being wasted.
	“I think I’m going to hurl.” quipped Casper.  Both boys clung to the wall, Barry had questions and concerns but couldn’t formulate them into a sentence.
	The door to the boy’s room opened, the boy was naked.  He had an erection.  He had a desire.  He had Barry’s attention.

	Tapping on the door to the girl’s room, presumably his sister, he stroked and waited.  The door opened and the girl was NOT pissed or shocked.  She grinned and stepped back.  The boy, “Phillip, stepped into the room and the two siblings embraced.
	They did a little more than “embrace”…
	The girl, Summer, handled the boy’s erection.  The boy caressed the girl, working off her shirt and then her bra.  When she was topless she moved to her knees and engulfed her brother’s cock.  She sucked and sucked, worked the organ—worked the organ, fondled the balls, caressed the naked brotherly ass, and received a copious amount of his jiz as a prize.
	Fifteen year old Phillip humped into his thirteen year old sister’s mouth until well drained.  The girl swallowed all of his juices, sucked on his balls and whacked his prong until it softened.  Cum dripped from the boy’s piss slit onto the girl’s titties.
	Nice titties, too.  Small but pleasant enough.  Summer had dark brown hair, blue eyes, medium height and average weight for her age group.  Her pulled her up and they embraced, the boy groping her ski-slope like titties, hands roaming all over her partially nude body.
	Barry noted the flashing light on Casper’s watch.  A flashing red light.  Five minutes before…
	Phillip guided his sister to her bed, the bed was littered with stuffed plush animals of every type.  There was a bean bag in the corner with a muppet character sitting on it, and all over the room muppets, puppets, worldly creatures and goofy creatures adorned and dwelled.
	On the bed Summer fumbled undoing her pants, her brother took the leg openings and tugged the garment off.  Then he went down on her, sucking her pussy thru her plain pink panties.  Barry had his cock out stroking it.  Casper backed up, bumping into the very erect Barry Brallen.
	‘Time’s up,’ he whispered, ‘make for the kitchen.’
	Easier said than done for when the “time was officially up” the two once more were hit with the horrible repeat of what had happened to them outside in the alley.  It was not as bad, but bad enough.  Thankfully they didn’t make a lot of noise and managed to hold off from puking until reaching the backyard.
	“Going to have to work on that side effect shit.” Casper said.
	“You do that.” returned Barry.
	He did.

	It took another three weeks.
	Agony.  Sheer agony.  Surrounded by babes he couldn’t fuck but wanted to so desperately was agony—AG-OH-KNEE!  Occasionally he butt boned his brother and humped on his little brother.  Then one night he went all out for his pent up perversion—as it happened he was left in charge of his siblings while the parents went out for an evening on their own.
	Maryanne and Evie had gone to a friends house for the night.
	Little Marissa had a cold.
	After Bobby went to bed and the house was quiet, Barry and brother Pete got naked.  After fucking one another in the living room they romped into their parents’ bedroom and 69ed one another on their parents’ bed.  Then they heard coughing—Marissa.
	Barry slipped on his dad’s robe and went to the youngster and gave her some medicine.  It put her right out.  As soon as she was deeply sleeping, the robe came off and Pete was all smiles.  They had no troubles at all slipping the clothes off of the youngster, they took their time as undressing a girl was special and they wanted it to linger.
	Once naked, the boys gawked at her box.  Hairless and perfect.  Both boys had raging boners, Barry pressed his finger to Marissa’s cunt slit and fingered it, he then got onto the bed with her, laying up against her while Peter masturbated furiously at her face.  Barry turned Marissa’s head and made her suck Peter’s peter.  
	Meanwhile, Barry himself humped the girl’s ass—well, up against the ass—then between her legs before finally he was ready to shoot.  He had a lot to shoot, too.  Gobs and gobs of hot sticky goo.  Peter had already begun depositing his liquid love into the girl’s mouth.  Barry held off until his brother was “empty” so as to be able to lay the girl back onto her back.  Then he opened her legs and positioned himself on her, his cock resting against her cunt.  He did then began a steady lasting hump.

	A huge squirt of jiz blew out of Barry’s piss slit shoot up the young naked child’s body splashing onto her chin.  The rest of Barry’s love coated her chest and then her cunny.  Barry very nearly lost consciousness as his body reeled in the horrible illicit act he had finally committed.  Gobs of his cum soiled the child, his body was instantly drained and doubted that he would have sufficient energy to even dive out the window if the girl’s mother (or his staunch father) should bust into the room—even an axe wielding hockey mask wearing freak would do little to motivate the energy spent Barry.

	Moving off of the seven year old was about all he could do, he lay beside the naked cum laden child while brother Pete took his pleasure of licking the spilled cum off of her.  Barry napped.
	How long he napped he didn’t know, not long.  When he awoke Peter was doing the same as he had done minutes earlier.  Barry sat up and watched; his cock ached severely—severely.  He needed to pee—and a shower.  He left Pete to do his thing and made for the bathroom.
	He found that he couldn’t pee.  He tried.  At the toilet his cock remained in a very stiff position; it tingled and was super tender,  so he hoped into shower and “took care of business” there.
	Checking on Peter he was fast asleep beside his sibling.  Cum once again coated the child’s body, mostly at her cunny.  Barry diddled his fingers in the spunk, fingering Marissa’s pussy even more until he was once more hard.  Then he laid his member onto the girl’s cunt and once more went at it.
	When at the pivotal point of orgasm again Peter stirred and sat up.  Then, just as Barry began to shoot, Peter went down on the schlong and sucked it dry.  While he did so his own pud spilled semen onto the bed.
	Barry starred at the spunk spillage and fretted.  Their mother just might have a clue if she saw that spunk stain.  And there was more pooled under Marissa’s seven year old ass.
	When Barry had given his all and Pete had swallowed it,
	“We better change these sheets.”
	So while Barry cleaned Marissa, licked her pussy and fingered her cunny even more, naked Peter carried the soiled sheets to the laundry room downstairs.  On his return trip the front door opened and in waltzed his parents.
	Busted.
	Barry had heard the door and in flying measures put Marissa’s panties back on and then her pajamas.  They didn’t go on correctly but they were on.  Then he scurried to his room and thru himself into his own robe—forgetting his dad’s robe cast off onto the girls’ bedroom floor by Marissa’s bed.
	Meanwhile, downstairs, no-nonesence Bob Brallen Sr. was pissed.  New mother Nora Hamilton-Brallen didn’t seem to be upset and while she scurried up the stairs Peter got whipped with the dad’s belt.
	Barry met his mother in the hall—her eyes went from his face to his cock that protruded from his robe.  Barry blushed big time and dashed back into his room.

	“Sorry, Mom.” Barry said when once more they met in the hallway moments later, Nora had gone into her daughters’ room to check on the youngest, when she re-emerged Barry was there again, he had underwear on this time to contain his prong.
	“Sorry, Mom,” Barry said, “I-I, well, I-I was going to--”
	“It’s alright, Barry, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.”
	Downstairs an outraged Bob Sr. had his nude son over the arm of the living room sofa thrashing him with a belt.  Not to the point of which would bring blood but it would surely smart for some time.  Barry and Nora stood at the top of the stairs’ landing looking down into the living room.
	“Get to bed!” bellowed the boys’ dad.  Naked Peter flew up the stairs, rushing past his mother and brother.  It was then noticed that sisters Maryanne and Evie had come home, too.  They had held fast in the family room by the kitchen entrance.  They had seen the naked brother and his ass being beaten but didn’t know why.
	Close to midnight Barry stirred in his bed and sat up, “Pete.  Peter, you alright?” Peter mumbled something, he hadn’t said much of anything since “getting to his bed” hours earlier.  Little Bobby still slept soundly, Barry eased out of the bed and came to his brother’s bed, the covers were down and the boy’s ass was bathed in the moonlight.
	Barry caressed the skin and found it warm.  Pete rubbed his ass and soon raised himself up.  Barry climbed onto the bed and cinched himself up against his bro and deeply sodomized him.  His cock sang songs of mixed pleasure and discomfort as he pounded his brother’s hole.  Sweat instantly covered their bodies and Barry was straining right off as he went.  
 	Pete made no noises, only Barry’s slapping balls against his brother’s body made any sound.  Occasionally he “reached around” and gripped the boy’s cock and hammered it.  He wondered what their dad would do should he bust in on them finding them doing what they were doing!?

	It was back to the Shaggmon home, some days later.  Casper assured Barry that the “side-effect” had been nipped.  Barry was concerned and had reservations.
	“And I think I’ve extended the time we can be unseen, too.” he added.
	Barry waited patiently and as the two stood at the front of the car in the alley behind the Shaggmon home, Casper made good with his Device.  Just before it happened, though, Barry asked,

	“So like, who lives here, I mean, your name and theirs is the same?”
	Casper nodded, “I used to live here.”
	“Used to?”
	“Long story.”
	“I got time.”
	But Casper hit the button on the Device and that was that.

	The “effects” of being rendered invisible were not as bad as the previous occurrence of being rendered invisible, but still there was some; a ringing headache, nosebleed, blurred vision.  All of which, though, cleared up within a minute or so.
	Walking, however, was another thing.  Neither boy could walk very well—it was like trying to walk the planks of a rolling/tossing ship in heavy seas.  By the time they made the backdoor that had cleared, too.
	In the living room the girl, Summer, was chatting away with three other girls.  The brother, Phillip, was no where to be seen.  Casper showed Barry the Device time, they had a timely 45 minutes before becoming undone from being unseen.
	One of the girls, Alicia Macky, was standing by the fireplace wearing a very short multicolored skirt.  Crisp white knee socks, a white blouse with a smallish matching-the-skirt jacket.  Incredible dark brown curly hair that hung clear to her bouncing bettys.  A sharp chin, high cheek bones, small brown eyes.  she was lovely.  Very lovely.  She was tall, too, taller than most girls in her thirteen year old age group.  At one point the girl satisfied an itch on her right butt cheek, showing off ass flesh and red panties.
	Barry groaned.
	Casper reached back and patted Barry’s cock…
	He did!
	Tanya Gonzales was a cutey, Mexican-American, mocha skin, a long narrow face, thick dark hair that was silky and any boy would love to wrap his cock in it and hump to ecstasy.  
	Wendy Cincnerios was a hottie, the shortest of all the girls present; honor student, cheerleader, worked as a sub for younger students (and older ones, too) who couldn’t fathom math.  Tight jeans she wore with a shirt tucked in so as to make her small titties smaller.
	As Barry and Casper perused over each girl Barry’s cock cinched up against Casper’s ass.  Casper bent over, leaning against a small half wall sticking out from the kitchen wall.  He undone his pants and let them fall on their own.  No underwear did he have on.  

	Barry’s hard cock eased out of its hiding place and went up against Casper’s ass flesh, then gouged a trail up and down the boy’s crack until one of the girls, Tanya, excused herself and made way down the hall to the hall bathroom.
	Quickly Casper and Barry followed, Barry keeping a hand on his friend so as to remain “unseen.”
	Just before Tanya shut the bathroom door Casper zapped her.
	Both Casper and Barry felt a seasickness wave envelope them and there was temporary vision distortion.  Their legs got rubbery, too.  Thankfully it was only momentary and the boys were able to slip into the bathroom.  Shutting the door they relaxed and Casper let Tanya return to normal mode of operation.  
	The young teen undone her pants and pushed them to her knees, then tugged her green bikini panties to her knees, too.  As soon as her naked ass hit the toilet seat she was peeing.  And farting.  She groaned and let a couple good rippers.  
	She didn’t poop, but peed a lot.  When done she leaned forward to clean herself.  Then, as she stood to pull up her clothes she was zapped again.
	And again the boys had to endure the wave of sickness and weakness.  But they were getting used to it and were recovering faster.  Then, with the zapped teen at their disposal they laid her out on the floor.  The floor was white tile but had thick white throw rugs.  
	“We cant spend too much time,” Barry cautioned, “someone will notice she’s gone and come snooping.”
	Casper nodded but still worked the girl’s pants and panties down.  Tanya had a nice snatch; virgin, too.  Her poon pie was trimmed up nicely and Casper went to it.  Barry rested against the sink cupboard and masturbated, training an ear to the girls in the living room.
	Casper munch his fill of Tanya’s twat then moved his body up, snaking his hands up under her shirt to grapple her delightful titties.  Barry jerked his gherkin all the more.  “You gonna fuck her?” he asked as Casper’s cock laid right on Tanya’s love entrance.
	Before he could answer there was a polite tap on the door,
	“Tanya?” someone said, “You okay?” it was Summer.
	The boys froze, then Barry made a “raspberry” sound with his hands, then flushed the toilet at the same time.  Casper almost broke out laughing out loud.  He sat up and put the girl back on the toilet, then released her from the Device.

	She was a little stricken to find her pants and panties at her ankles, but stood up and put herself back together.  She washed her hands never knowing two boys were standing beside her jerking off.  
	There was another who was jerking off, Summer’s brother.
	He was hiding in the hall closet and noticed by Barry as he trotted behind Casper.  Phillip had it bad; wrapped about his cock was a pair of panties—presumably his sister.  Could be his mother’s, too; which would make it all the more dirtier!
	In the living Barry caught the tail end of a conversation;
	“She’s stressed is all; me and bonehead sometimes don’t get in until after three and she’s like freaking out already.” Ah; that would explain it and the “bonehead” was most likely brother Phillip, as it was sister Summer who was talking.
	‘Can you zap them or anything?’ Barry asked in a bare whisper.
	Casper tapped his diver’s watch device, they were down to twenty minutes.  Zapping Tanya in the bathroom ate up a lot of time.  That was a pisser.  Casper was bummed, as was Barry.  The boys listened to the girls yapping and then scurried quietly out the backdoor and on their way.
	The boys only made it to the end of the alleyway before seeing something that could alleviate their pent up frustrations.