August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 50
The Long of It

Method of Operation
	“Hey, hey, you gotta come see this!”
	The voice interrupted his slumber, his dreams, his pursuit of peace.  Laying still for a moment he hoped he had been forgotten.  He hadn’t,
	“HEY!” the voice was shouting and dramatic.
	“What is it?”
	“I cant describe it, you gotta come see for yourself.”
	Naturally.  
	Outside Mayor Forrest scratched his naked balls and then his naked ass.  “Okay,” he said in a very disturbed manner of being, “what is it?”
	He’s ever constant sidekick, Austin, pointed upwards.
	Forrest peered up and saw a strange sight.
	An orange sky.
	That wasn’t right.  That wasn’t right at all.
	New arrival Stone and some of the others who had come with him were in awe.  “I take it this hasn’t happened before?”
	“No, but--”  Forrest couldn’t remember where last he had seen an orange sky.  He had been so many places, traveled thru one world to the next, but somewhere he had seen an orange sky.
	“What’s it mean?” asked someone.
	No one knew.  The air temperature seemed about the same, no sudden pressure noticed either.  It was noted that the orange sky was not a smooth sky but like one big cloud that was boiling.
	“That’s not right.” was all Forrest could say.  The skyward phenomenon had everyone’s attention and held it for the entire day.  When exactly it had occurred was not known but it lingered thusly for three days and nights.  On the morning of the fourth day—it was gone.  Replaced by the normal typical blue sky just before sun rise.
	An hour later and it snowed.

Bugger me once, bugger me nice
	To say it was dangerous was an understatement; molesting a child right out in the open.  Well, they weren’t so out in the open per se, the molestation took place in the backseat of Barry’s car.  The car was parked right up close to the high ivy covered fence of the alley and the subject was a very pretty child all of a mere six years young.
	Not much really could be done to such a youngster, but…
	While one checked for security’s sake, the other had “fun” with the child.  With the Device on low operation and no longer warping space around their bodies, “zapping” a subject into a zombiefied state of being was okay.  Blond hair short to her shoulders, a thigh length red polka dotted dress, white undies that were “stained”.  
	Being so small she was easily hidden.  Casper raised her legs and patted her crotch, then moved her panties at the crotch to one side exposing her hairless cunt.  Barry gulped and sweated; he still felt a little queasy from the previous effects of the device.
	Looking around he heard “Cheryl!  Cheryl!  Where are you!?”
	“Crud.” bitched Casper.  He still worked the girl’s panties down, opened her legs wide and pressed his cock against her cunny and humped.  He tried gouging the head of his prong into her but it was a no-go.  Barry had his cock and was stroking off. 
	“Cheryl!” the voice called, an adult voice, moving close—possibly just on the other side of ivy covered fence/wall.
	Casper bitched at his foul luck and sat up, cum was seeping out of his prick—same with Barry.  Barry hefted the child out of the car and placed her into the ivy, Casper (with his dick still out) pressed the button on his watch releasing the child.
	Barry then floored the convertible and hauled ass.

	Down by the river outside of town where security was nil, Barry and Casper stripped the clothes and took a swim.  Afterwards they rested on the sandy bank under huge trees there—masturbating.
	“God damn that little girl was cute!” spouted Casper.
	“Yeah.” answered Barry, she was cute, but just too young.
	“I coulda fucked her,” went on Casper, “if we’d had more time and some place better.”
	Barry couldn’t believe—the little girl had only been six years old!
	Casper sat up jerking his cock as hard as he possibly could,
	“God damnit!” he bitched, “it wont cum!”

	“M-may-maybe it needs a little help.” Barry said and leaned over pressing his lips down onto his friend’s prick.  He sucked.  And sucked.  And then sucked some more.  Casper plowed himself into Barry’s mouth and soon Barry had managed to bring the boy off—just like he did his own brother, Peter!

	“So you gonna tell me what’s up with that house?”
	Casper lay chewing on a piece of grass, cum dripping from his tool splooging onto his creamy white midriff.  Barry lay close by staring up into the huge walnut tree.
	“That girl and boy, (Summer/Phillip) my brother and sister.”
	“What happened?”
	Nothing from Casper for awhile; then,
	“Got caught.”
	“Caught?”
	“Fucking.  What else?”
	Casper sat up, spat out the grass blade and chose another.
	“Me and my brother and sister, we’ve been fucking around for a long time, since we were little.  Mom caught us, when we were little, beat the crap out of us, me and Phillip anyways.”
	“Where’s your dad?”
	“Don’t know, he left, tired of her shit.”
	“Your mom?”
	“Yeah.”
	“She seemed pissed that one day.”
	“Yeah, she works late afternoons, we always had to be home right after school to check in and shit.  When we didn’t she freaked out.”
	Barry leaned against the tree and wondered how his folks would be if he was caught screwing Maryanne, or Evie, or Peter!  Peter got his ass beat for being naked in the house, what would happen if he was caught having sex (in the house!)?
	Barry’s dad was not harsh, but kinda strict.  
	“Mom caught us all naked, Phillip was just standing their jerking off and I was on top of Summer.  Mom flipped out and threw me out (of the house.)”
	“Bummer.”
	“Yeah.” then, “But vengeance is gonna be a mother!”
	Casper then giggled and turned onto his hands and knees, “Do me, now.” he said.  Barry happily obliged and stuffed his friend’s asshole.

*

	“Dude, who you thinking of?”
	Barry lost concentration and stared at his giggling naked brother.
	“What?”
	Peter giggled more, fondled his dick and continued to giggle.
	“You aint thinkin’ of me!” he smiled.
	Barry didn’t know what he was on about; he slid his prick in and out of Pete’s not so tight sphincter, sliding in all the way then pulling out to just whereas the head of his sensitive cock head could be seen.  Then he plunged back in with dramatic flare.  His balls slapped hard and then cinched up against his bro’s bod.
	“I’m gonna cum!” shouted Peter as he worked his organ.
	Barry squeezed his brother’s balls then went down on the boy, sucking his cock until it was drained.  Hot sticky cum filled his mouth and shot down his throat.  When all drained, Barry returned to sodomizing his brother with a furor.  
	The hour was late, the folks were out for the evening, and Barry and Pete were banging it out in the family room all the while their siblings were asleep upstairs in their rooms.  Barry felt the surge of his liquid love seething through his loins, mostly his cock.  He let one good jut of juice splash into his brother’s rectal tract then pulled out and emptied the rest onto the boy’s balls.  Then, as Pete himself was dramatically HARD, Barry simply moved up the boy’s body, reached back behind him and gripped the stiffy—then gently glided it into his hole.

	The grandfather clocked chimed off eleven times.
	“Mom and dad will be home soon.”
	Barry stretched, “Yeah.”
	And it would be bad, very bad, should they be caught naked laying on one another.  The two incestuous lovers collected their clothes and scampered up the stairs.  	They noticed a bathroom light on, the girls’ bathroom.  Slowly, very slowly the boys crept up and listened.  The door was closed, but there was an inner door into the room.  They waited.  And waited.  They could see a light from under the door but no movement.
	Carefully Barry turned the knob and gently cracked the door.  He could just barely see into the bathroom, a planter was just inside, then a counter, the inner door from the girls’ room, the shower/tub with the toilet opposite from the direction of which the door opened from the hallway.

	Barry couldn’t see a thing, not without having to open the door more—and that risked exposure.  He stepped back, licked his lips and tried to listen.
	‘Maybe one of them forgot to turn the light off.’ He surmised.
	Barry backed up to the girls’ bedroom.
	“Whattya doing?” asked Peter.
	“Checking to see who’s missing.”
	“Oh.” then, “Good idea!”
	Switching off the hallway light he let his eyes adjust to the darkness, then he peered into the bedroom.  He saw Maryanne’s bed first, she was positioned closest to the door.  After a moment longer his eyes saw a form in the bed that was Evie’s.
	“Marissa.” Barry said stepping back and bumping into his way too close brother who had a hard-on.
	Back at the bathroom door Barry cracked the door open more.
	He pulled his head back smiling to his anxious brother.
	“What?” he asked.
	Barry wiggled his finger for him that he should look.
	Pete snaked his head between his brother’s still sweaty nude body and the bathroom door and gave a peek inside.  Sitting on the toilet with her head in her hands, elbows on knees was Marissa.  Sound to sleep.  her yellow panties were at her ankles, she wore a summer tee-shirt as pajamas.
	Barry paused a moment, in the three years that he had known the Hamiltons, Marissa was most known to be the soundest of sleepers.  Drugged or no, she slept well.  Barry opened her legs to check to make sure she had done nothing more than pee.
	She hadn’t.  Scooping her up he snuggled her, hands on her bare ass.  Marissa didn’t hug, groan, moan, or make a sound.  Peter scooped up the girl’s panties and the boys went out of the bathroom and into their own room…

	With Bobby (and Marissa) sound to sleep, Barry and Peter went at their naughtiest; opening Marissa’s legs and dining on her pissy pussy.  The boys licked their fill and when they were at their hardest they rose up to angle their bones to the girl’s poon and jack off.  Pete moved up Marissa’s body to hump directly onto her chest.
	Barry was first to cum, shooting a nice hot sticky load onto his baby sister’s snatch.  Gobs of cum followed.  Again he diddled the spunk matter into the girl’s cunt and again the image of him actually humping her filled him.

	Brother Pete unleashed a torrential load of spunk, totally soaking the sleeping wonder’s chest.  He blew some of his spunk onto her sweet face then rested his brotherly cock right on her lips!
	Pete cleaned up the spunk spill on Marissa’s cunt while Barry licked clean Pete’s spill on her chest and face.  Afterwards the boys sucked one another while poised over the sleeping sibling.
	Finally Barry scooped up the incredibly sleeping child and carried her to her bed, tugging her panties on at the last minute.  Neither other sister stirred and he couldn’t help himself but stand close to Maryanne’s bed and fondle himself.
	In his mind he knew that at some point in time he would have Maryanne nude and he would be fucking her.  Evie, too.  And quite possibly his new mother!
	Once back in his own room he found brother Pete molesting brother Bobby, the youngster was nude and being sucked on.  Barry helped.  Bobby slept but got a “stiffy” just the same.  Both Barry and Pete were out of cum, but they tried to coax some out just same with Pete stuffing big brother Barry up the ass while Barry humped on Bobby’s sex area.
	Pete was managing to cum “one more time!” when the front door was heard.  Pete humped all the harder and faster, Barry shot his finally wad onto Bobby’s bare balls and heard footsteps at the stairs.  The fucking boys fled to their beds and quickly tried to cool down.
	The door opened and Barry knew it was his dad.
	The mother was most likely checking the girls.
	Barry couldn’t remember if he had wiped Marissa clean of their spunk or not.  He knew he hadn’t done so of Bobby!  He broke out into a sweat.  The door was left open and the mother popped her head in.  Bob Sr. went on to the bedroom while Nora Hamiliton-Brallen stepped in to lower the window a little—the night air was cool.
	She paused to tuck the covers about the youngest boy, Barry couldn’t see well enough but she was doing something—tending to him?  Barry chanced it and raised his head…
	The blanket covering young Bobby Jr. was moved.  Barry suddenly realized that he had left Bobby naked—and covered in splooge!  He began to sweat more.  A lot more.
	Peter farted.
	Nora suddenly got up, straightened Bobby’s blankie, and trotted out of the room.  Barry lay still—was she licking her fingers?

**
 	Brother Phillip and sister Summer were butt bare assed naked in the girl’s room with Summer on her bed getting furiously doinked by her brother.  Summer’s hands were clamped tightly to her brother’s bum, her legs about his legs, her beautiful breasts squashed against his bare chest.
	“OOOOOH!   YEAH!  YEAH!  YEAH!” exclaimed the girl, she bit her lips and screwed up her pretty face as brother Phillip was a “dog” about fucking and sometimes fucked too hard and not in the right way.
	At the two minute mark Phillip entered into that wondrous design of pleasure, extreme pleasure, and began to fuck even faster.  Summer clung to him, raking her pink painted nails into his back flesh, her hips bouncing in near rhythm to his thrusts.
	Phillip made audible noises, too, but they were unintelligible.
	Summer began making her own noises, gibberish.
	Phillip suddenly began to cum.  He strained, thrusting his wrapped schlong into her cunny DEEPLY, flexing his ass with his balls almost to the bursting point.  He shook and trembled from head to toe until finally he could relinquish some and gave his sister a few more cunt pleasing pumps.
	When he pulled out he quickly pulled off the cum soaked condom and jacked himself off, squirting his liquid love onto Summer’s furry cunt.  Summer diddled her fingers into the spunk then frigged herself.  Phillip lay off to one side, laying up against the wall panting.
	“Shit!” he exclaimed, “that was a good one.”
	Summer said nothing but lay in a layer of sex sweat still fingering herself.
	Casper thrusts out his hand and counted down with extending fingers;  ‘one—two—three!’ zappo!

	“When’s your mom get home?”
	“Around seven, seven-thrity?  Sometimes eight or eight-thirty.  Why?”
	“I dunno, you said something about wanting to get back at her?”
	Casper munched the fudge brownie and mulled the thought over while sipping on one of his mom’s wine coolers.  Doing so ensured that one of his siblings would catch hell for the missing bottle.
	Barry fondled his seriously aching wanger; after initially screwing the ever loving juices out of Summer, he spanked her—as hard as he possible could.  Then watch in glee as Casper scrogged the girl’s ass.  While Casper did that, Barry got horny and fucked Phillip’s ass.

	Like Barry, Casper had an on-going sexual relationship with his brother, too.  Phil’s hole wasn’t tight but tight enough to pleasure Barry’s sensitive-desensitized cock.  Spanking Phillip was an after thought.
	On the girl’s bed Summer was sandwich fucked, spanked again and then drenched in clear liquid goo.  
	“She’s gonna get pregnant.” Barry stated.
	“Probably.” Grinned Casper.  
	The siblings (Summer/Phillip) were left naked on Summer’s bed and put into a “sleep” mode.  Casper went to his mom’s room and rummaged through dresser drawers, coming up with a small wad of cash.  He smiled then took one of the pillows from her bed and humped on it.
	In the kitchen the two naked demons helped themselves and conversed.
	“Whattya gonna do?  I mean, to your mom?”
	Casper shrugged and drained the wine cooler.  Snapping his neck, cracking a cheek (and farting), “I dunno, stuff.”
	Barry sipped on his offered wine cooler.
	“Fuck her, gonna fuck her?”
	Casper licked his lips and toyed with his limp member.
	“Yeah, I could, I guess.” It didn’t seem heartfelt, though.
	“Spank her, you-you could spank her.”
	Casper smiled at that notion.  “Yeah, the bitch—bitch needs spanking.” Then, “I took the fucking blame for those two fuckers (Summer/Phillip) and I got tossed out!” he was a little pissed.
	“Spank her,” went on Barry adding fuel to the fire, “spank her and make the others do her.  ‘specially Phillip!”
	Casper liked that notion a lot more.

	Problem was, though, Barry couldn’t hang until 7-7:30/8-8:30.  it was four-thirty as it was and he had to scoot home.  Casper was cool with that, he took another bottle of wine cooler and went back to his brother and sister.
	Firstly he jammed the bottle into his sister’s cum soaked cunt, then got her to drink some, Phillip, too.  Barry took the bottle then and sodomized the boy with it.
	“Nice touch.” Casper said grinning.

	“Where to?” Barry asked when they got going on main street.
	“Doesn’t matter, you can drop me off anywhere.”

	Barry had known his strange vengeful friend for some time and had no idea where he was living since being excommunicated from his home.
	“I got places, here and there.” 
	Barry checked his non-device watch, “You wanna came hang at my place?”
	Casper looked to him almost blankly.
	“It’s meatload night.”
	“Meatload?  I thought it was meatloaf?”
	“It is, ‘cept at our house.  My mom cooks it and it’s a “load”.”
	Casper laughed and shrugged, “Sure, why the fuck not!?”

	Barry’s mom had no prob setting the table for “one more.”  At the Brallen house there was usually room for one more.  Casper already knew that Barry’s sister Maryanne was hot, but then he got to ogle the others, Evie and Marissa.
	And of course, “Damn, Chief, your mom’s hot!”
	Barry had a hard time from blushing, he smiled back though and nodded that it was so.  
	“How’s your watrch?”
	Casper smiled, “be okay around eight or so, for about thirty minutes.” Like their cocks the Device needed “time off.”

	With a house full it was difficult to get to any of them secretly.  Barry wondered how Casper’s family was doing, Phillip and Summer were probably getting their asses beaten (again)!   Barry definitely wanted to see that and/or be IN on it!
	“I think I can do something.” Casper whispered to Barry.
	“What?” Barry asked back.
	Casper licked his lips, cracked his neck and fiddled with the wrist-watch Device.  He didn’t say.  The table had been cleared after the evening meal, young kids were upstairs taking their prescribed baths.  Other family members were in the living room yapping.
	“There wont be much time.” Casper went on.
	“For what?” Barry asked again.
	Evie wandered in to where the boys lingered, just inside the family room.  Casper was quick to “zap” her into zombie mode, Barry was cool with that.  checking his diver’s size watch he nodded and showed Barry; Barry, though, had little clue as to what he was seeing.
	“Thirty minutes.” Casper said with a smile.
	“Cool.” replied Barry.

	“Wait, it gets better.”
	Casper scurried out of the family room and paused at the opening in the kitchen to the living room.  Maryanne and her parents were in a debate—about Maryanne’s desire to “date.”
	“This might be tough.”
	“What?”
	Casper aimed the watch and One-Two-Three—he nailed them one at a time!
	A moment was needed to make sure.
	Barry stepped up to his sister, he looked to his mother and dad.
	“They out?” Casper queried.
	“Yep, seems, so.”
	Casper smiled and checked Maryanne’s ass.
	Barry was checking his mother’s ass…

	With Bob Sr. turned around—having him staring at them creeped Barry out so he had Casper turn him around.  It was the “new thing” Casper could do with his Device, give audible commands to the Subject/Target and they would follow thru.
	Maryanne wore peach colored near-slacks.  Her ass was nice and her panties could near be seen.  Barry took first dibs with embracing her, slipping his hands down the back of her pants, inside.  Casper smiled and waited, unzipping his pants all the while.
	Barry slowly worked Maryanne’s pants down until they slipped down on their own.  Casper eyed the girl’s ass, nodding his head in an approving manner.  Barry then eased his hands inside the girl’s panties, working them down to expose bare ass flesh.
	Casper was pleased.
	Barry was hard.
	And in as much as he wanted to see Maryanne naked, he did so more to his new mother.  Backing up from Maryanne he faced his mother.  His own biological mother was better, prettier, and he would always love her.  But Nora was okay, too.  And her not being biologically connected to him made his desires for her all the better.
	Occasionally he did wonder curiously if he would have the same notions of naughtiness about his bio mom and he did for his non-bio mom?  There wasn’t much time to do much so he went for the gray dress skirt, undoing in and then lower it.
	Full brief panties.
	He lowered them, too.

	Casper, meanwhile, had Maryanne’s panties down and she was bent over.  His face was in her ass, licking her hole and everything.  Barry did likewise and was getting hornier by the ticking second.  Licking her hole turned him on strangely, it was clean but a little funky just the same.
	Casper tapped him on the shoulder, “Time.”
	The indicator on Casper’s watch indicated time was short, they had to dress Maryanne and her mother and put them back to how they had been.  Barry was pissed.  He could have spent much more time lingering in his mom’s ass, then stuffing it with his cock.

*

It works, mate, it works!
	Complicated at best.  Barry had barely the ability to comprehend the idiosyncrasies of the complicated EMAD.  He only knew that it worked.  He guessed.  Vengeance was the propagator in Casper’s pursuit against his family and vengeance would be his.  
	Back at the Shaggmon home Casper’s family was in peril.  All three members were in “stunned” mode, but not so much as that they did not comprehend themselves as to what was going on or happening to them.  They understood basically that they were not in control of themselves but by an “unseen” force, a force of which was a someone with an EMAD.
	Then the fun begun.
	Firstly, 
	“Take off your clothes.” A Voice told the kids (Summer/Phillip).
	Summer and Phillip were powerless and had no choice BUT to comply.  Getting naked with one another was no big deal, but it was with their mother present.  
	The mother, Jana, was not amused—but under the mysterious power of an EMAD she was subdued (pissed, but subdued.)  and once the kids were nude, she would become furtherly pissed.
	Q&A.
	The Voice asked:
	“Do you have sex with each other?”
	Both kids struggled to keep that info to themselves, but the power of the EMAD would not be denied and eventually pried the juicy info out of them.
	“YES!” they said.  Summer & Phillip clung to one another, Phillip wasn’t hard—not yet. 
	
	Jana Shaggmon watched in awed horror as her children hugged one another—her son Phillip caressing his sister’s backside—and then her ass.  As he did so, naturally his flaccid cock grew.  
	As the kids hugged; Summer took holt of her brother’s slowly growing schlong and gently tugged it—cupping the balls and increasing the penis’ stiffness factor.  When the cock had grown to full size, Summer took the engorged member into her mouth and sucked it—like she know how.
	“Have you sucked his cock before?” asked the Voice.
	Under dire duress the girl nodded.  She sucked then proceeded to suck the boy’s cock fully with some expertise.  Phillip pay no attention to his distraught mother and ran his hands thru his sister’s hair, moving his hips in a fucking manner and enjoying the blowjob. 
	Moments later and there was the tumultuous orgasmic explosion.  Juts of his love cream spewed into his sister’s mouth, spilling back out along his shaft, coating his balls and her chin.  For a few moments both brother and sister were in ecstasy and paid no mind that their mother was present watching (in horror).
	Both were greatly embarrassed, however, when Phillip’s pud limped out and their naughty orgasm experience dwindled.  They were still naked, coated in cum, and vulnerable.
	“Do you lick out your sister’s pussy?” the Voice asked.
	Phillip had no choice but to answer.
	Jana Shaggmon stuttered in her breathing as she watched daughter Summer fix herself on the sofa, positioned so as she could see semi up close and personal her son licking the girl’s cunt.  With Summer’s legs open wide, too, Jana could tell that Summer was NOT a virgin.  NOT a virgin.
	Of course, she had busted her missing son fucking Summer not long ago, but at the time she just thought it had been the one time.  By the evidence of Summer’s cunt lips—it was not so.
	Phillip went right to licking out his sister’s cunt, shoving a finger into her asshole as he did so—on his own.  He seemed to be able to lick poon with some expertise—inasmuch as Summer seemed to be something of an expert at cocksucking.
	As he got into it—his cock “rose” to the occasion.
	As he got into it—his sister began thrashing about.  Summer held her legs back (hands at the back of her knees); she twisted and made noises of a satisfying nature.  Keeping her eyes closed to lessen the severity of the embarrassment the girl got into being eaten out.  Phillip was, too, talented.

	“You and your sister FUCK, don’t you?” the Voice asked.
	Phillip nodded that it was so.  He sat back on his haunches, smacking his lips and getting “harder.”  He tried not to look at his mother sitting right nearby but focused on his sister’s face, her tits, and sopping wet cunny.
	“Well, then,” spoke the Voice, “FUCK!”

	The sound of the grandfather made rhythm with the sound of Phillip’s balls smacking against his sister’s ass.  The boy fucked and fucked well.  His sister took it and took it well.  Summer’s legs eventually wrapped about her brother’s sweaty backside and she clung to him—as usually she did in the manner of which they fucked.
	Phillip entered into that realm of which he would not be denied and of which kept him coming back for more (fucking.)  His average lengthy schlong thrusted deeply into his sister’s crevice, grinding against her and tantalizing her to the point of which she made pleasing audible sounds.
	Her mother, to say the least, was furious.
	Phillip flexed his ass muscles, strained, arched his back and did all the mannerism equated to that of experiencing a turbulent orgasm.  Summer clung to her sweaty brother all the more, biting his shoulder and thrusting her pelvis into him screaming out, “YES!  YES!  OH, FUCKING GOD, YES!”
	Streams of cum spilled out of Summer’s cunt, steam rose from their naked bodies.  Their motions of love relaxed to just a thrust or two every few seconds.  
	“Oh—oh yeah—oooooh.  Oh, oh fuck yeah.” breathed a panting exhausted Phillip.  The boy rolled off of his sister and slumped to the floor, back against the sofa, cum still oozing from his piss slit and his sister’s slit.
	“Ever suck your brother’s cock after he’s cum in your pussy?”
	Summer nodded to the unseen Voice that she had.  Then she did.
	Summer slid off of the sofa with a plop to the floor, then leaned over and began gobbling her brother’s cum squirter.  Phillip caressed Summer’s ass and beheld a sort of deadpan face as his mother watched them.  Phillip was just about to the point where he didn’t care if his mother knew about the ongoing sexual relationship he had with his sibling or not.

	Cocksucking didn’t revitalize Phillip’s cock, but it was kept from going completely soft.  And in turn (for second blowjob) Phillip sucked on his sister’s cummy cunt.  He made no faces or retchings as he did so, either.

	Then, after several minutes of cunt munching,
	“You go up her ass, too, doncha?”
	Phillip leaned back from his munching nodding his head.
	His mother closed her eyes.  They were a family of quasi Christians, they attended church on a fairly regular basis, were involved in church outings, business, and affairs.  Phillip was in the choir, Summer, too.  They were very well involved in their church as a family—so they knew that sodomy was one thing that was strictly taboo.
	Along with that doinking of your sibling and all…	
	Summer “assumed” the position on the floor, on her back with her legs pulled WAY back, angling her ass up just so—so as her mother could see Phillip’s cock cramming its way into Summer’s asshole.
	It did so.  With ease!
	Jana was aghast.  More than shocked, more than simply horrified, more than merely disgusted.  Aghast.  She closed her eyes again and again; each time she opened them there her son was still packing Summer’s ass.
	One thing Phillip DIDn’t do was that after fucking his sister’s asshole was licking her asshole afterwards.  He did so, though, after the Voice told him to.  He did make some faces, retchings, and one gag as he licked Summer’s cum laden asshole free of his own cum.  And after only a few minutes of doing so, his cum squirter was stiff again!

	As much as Jana was horrifically stricken with what her son and daughter had done, getting naked in front of them was something else again.  She refused.  Even with threat of physical/mental harm to the both of them she refused.  Soooo, a fantasy for the Voice and his Sidekick came to be.
	Unseen forces put Phillip and his sister on the sofa, leaning up against the back of the sofa with their knees pressed in.  Then, suddenly their appeared a belt—right out of thin air!  Jana was unable to move, held firm by some invisible force.  The belt lashed Summer’s bare ass first, then Phillip.  Summer received another belting before Janna screamed,
	“All right!  All right!”
	But the Unseen forces would not be denied their long awaited pleasures.  “For defiance!” breathed hard the Voice in command, and the belt lashed Phillip’s ass with an incredible horrendous smack.  It brought an immediate welt to his smooth lily white ass; another smack to Summer’s dainty tender skin put the mother into a frantic measure.

	Once nude, the woman sat on the love seat, legs open, ass to the edge of the cushion.  Summer and Phillip rubbed their asses hardly capable of doing anything but experiencing pain and displeasure.
	“Eat her out, boy!” almost shouted the Voice to Phillip.
	Phillip went into panic mode.  Tonguing out his sister’s cunt was one thing, but noshing on his mom’s?  he couldn’t do it, that was the epitome of gross-out!
	Jana had been boned a few times, at least twice (hehe).
	“When’s the last time you “got some”?” asked the Voice.
	Jana Shaggmon shook her head, she wouldn’t answer.  She closed her legs and began curling up into a ball.  So Summer paid the price and was smacked with the belt to her bare backside.  An instant welt appeared and Phillip tried his best to intervene—but was smacked with the belt to his bare ass again almost as hard as the last time he had been smacked.
	“All right!  All right, God damn it!” the mother screeched, “I don’t remember!”
	“You better fucking remember!” seethed the Voice, the belt hovered in the air at Phillip’s searing ass.  “I’ll rip the fucking skin right off his fucking ass!”
	“Casper?”
	Ut-oh!

	His mom recognized his voice.  With the Device he had managed to mask his voice to a deeper almost garbled tone, but as the Device was used more power was needed to maintain the other aspects—mind lock, mind hold, and so on.  Using his own voice was a risk, unwise, but…
	“When is the last time you were fucked?” said the Voice.  It was back to the “masked” voice, the mind-hold on Summer was let go, she was traumatized as it was and the Voice’s sidekick watched her for any signs of trouble.
	With Jana S confused, Phillip once more paid the price with a severe lashing to his ass, then to his bare feet.  The boy screamed and fell off of the sofa, crashing onto the coffee table breaking it.  Curling up into a tight ball he trembled.
	Summer did likewise while the kids’ mother simple nutted up and was distraught.  It would take several precious minutes before order was restored and Phillip’s tongue lashed his mother’s quim.  (it never was learned the “last time she got fucked”, though).

	While Phillip’s fifteen year old six inch cock slid near effortlessly into his mother’s cunt, Summer herself received cock from an unseen fucker.  She lay on the floor, her legs upright the bare chest of some invisible man.  Her fingers dug into the carpet ‘neath her and inches of dong slammed her.  As she withered, thrashing about (but not in distress) she watched as her brother fucked their mother.  She could see his cock sliding all the way into, his balls clutching up against her asshole.  Methodically the boy pumped, his arms locked as he lay prone above her.
	And as he pumped, after about two minutes or so, the belt returned to lash his ass.  “Keep fucking!” shouted the Voice, which once more sounded like recently kicked out of the house Casper.  At that time, though, no one paid much attention.
	Phillip “fucked”.  Working his cock around and around to get pleasure from the not-so-tight cunny, he enthralled his mother and try as she might she could not deny the “pleasure” of getting doinked.
	Gobs of cum oozed out of Summer’s cunt.  The girl tweaked her own nipples and wriggled as the last ripples of sex-thrills enveloped her young body.  She moaned and farted, her fart was a gurgled bubbly fart as deep within her asshole there was still wads and gobs of her brother’s cum.
	Wads and gobs of her brother’s cum deeply shot into their mother’s cunt.  He had cum.  So had his mother!  His cock shaft and balls were awashed in the mixed juices, he virtually had no more to give.  
	Summer was in distress, her ankles gripped by an unseen hand and held aloft while the belt once more brought pain to her ass.  The “baby spank.”  Summer thrashed about on the floor wriggling in extreme duress.

Gentle into the night
	His balls ached.
	His cock ached.
	His asshole ached!
	The hour was late and he knew a chewing out from his strict was in order.  But it was worth it.  Of course, he might lose some driving privileges or get grounded entirely.  But still, it was worth it—considering.
	And it wasn’t over yet—not quite.
	A break was needed, though; the boys parked it in the kitchen—where it was cool, dark, and not inundated with the over abundance of sex sweat funk.  Barry caressed his sore-aching cock, he had fucked Summer and fucked her good.  For the first minute or so he concentrated on her jiggling titties, her face, and the fuck itself.  Then, he imagined boning his sisters, his mother, and favorite teachers!

	There were no wine coolers in the fridge, but cold sodas sufficed.  The naughty boys rested, fondled themselves, farted, belched, and continued to rest.  The other members of the Shaggmon family were “secured”, bound hand and foot as well as blindfolded—Casper’s unique device had conked out.  How long it would be “conked out” wasn’t known but its power source had been completely depleated.
	It was ten o’clock, Barry had a curfew, it was ten o’clock.  He had a decision to make.  He knew that Casper wasn’t “done” with his family, not yet.  Another hour?  Grabbing the cordless phone in the kitchen he made the call to his house.
	Naturally his dad was irked at his not being at home at the prescribed time, but he lied explaining that he was with his friend “just talking”.  “He’s got family problems and needs some one to talk to.” Adding that they weren’t far away and Barry didn’t feel comfortable with abandoning.
	Strangely his dad was cool and his irk level decreased.
	“No later than midnight.” his father warned.
	“Ok.” Barry grinned.
	The call concluded the nude boys strolled back into the family room…

	Casper seethed thru his nose like an angry bull, or goat, or some animal that “seethes/snorts” thru their nose.  The air was heavily laden with sex sweat, it would be a night the Shaggmon family would not forget.  
	Barry held Jana’s hips as his teen cock slammed her asshole.
	Casper rammed his rod furiously at first into her cunny (at the same time Barry’s rod buggered her).  Then slowly Casper slowed, pumping his mother’s quim with slow methodic but determined thrusts.  There was more determination on Casper’s part than there was for Barry.  He slammed the woman’s cornhole a few more times then withdrew.
	His cock ached too much for much more doing, his balls and then the rest of his entire body.  He had already stuffed Summer’s snatch, spanked her with his hands, then got her to drain his lizard down her gullet.  Already, too, son Casper had drenched his mother’s throat with his incestuous love cream, splashed a load ONTO her face, then emptied what he had left onto her titties.  Then, he made Phillip suck on the mother’s titties while sister Summer enjoyed sucking Casper’s dong.

	None of the family members, still, knew it was Casper come back to them.  When he and Barry had come back from the kitchen Casper went down the hall to his previous bedroom returning with some Halloween costume masks.  A Dirty Old Man for Casper, a Devil’s mask for sidekick, Barry.  Once the masks were on the blindfolds and gags were removed from the secured family—who were unaware that the power force that had put them thru sexual hell was no longer present.
	Casper finally summoned up a new load of love cream for his mom.
	Barry was still fascinated with ass, Summer’s ass and Phillip’s ass.  Spanking the boy’s ass lightly he put the boy over the arm of the sofa and while his sister watched, doinked him in the butt.  Good ole butt sex!  Casper nodded his head and gave the “thumbs up!” sign as he finished fucking his mother.
	Phillip’s hands tied behind him twisted as the invading cock pounded his hole.  Casper later told Barry that Phillip took his cock up the ass and only a couple of times on a dare did he do the same to him.  Both boys favored sodomizing their sisters with Phillip squeamish about same sex stuff.
	As Barry fucked Phillip’s ass(hole), he spanked, too.
	Casper pulled his saucey schlong out of the cunt that had bore him.  More than gobs of cum spilled out of the soppy wet pussy, the woman was completely drained and so was Casper.
	“Get over there and suck his dick!” said Barry to Summer.
	Summer wept and begged but the one fucking her brother’s ass shook his finger at her, then used the belt to smack the boy he was fucking with tremendous force.
	Summer scampered and quickly gobbled on the assigned cock.
	Casper grinned (and sweated inside the hot rubbery mask).  He took his sister’s head by a hand and really gave her what for—forcing his schlong deep into her mouth, down her gullet.
	‘Suck me, bitch, like you used to!’
	Summer choked as she gobbled, cum squirted out of her nose.
	“Looks like Mom’s pussy could use some cleaning, too!” he jeered after a few minutes.  Summer in no way wanted to lick her mom’s cunt.  But of course she didn’t have a choice in the matter and down onto the sweaty hairy cunt she went.
	Casper rested as his sister licked out her mother, Barry fucked Phillip’s ass, spanked it, and finally gave the boy a massive load of fresh hot spunk.  He thought for sure his cock was going to fall off.  
	“Go fuck your sister’s ass.” Barry told him.  The stricken boy stumbled to comply with the command.  Casper lay on his back fondling his limp dick, cum still jutting out of it slit.  Barry humped the sofa, stretching his member against the fabric—he found that by doing so helped alleviate the distress his cock was enduring.
	Casper must of gotten his “second wind” as he got the belt from the sofa and with Summer tongue cleaning her mother’s cunt and her ass pooched upward, Casper spanked the girl until she fell over unable to suffer the lashing any longer.  Barry was a little concerned, too—for the girl.

**

	Five minutes to eleven.  Barry coaxed his car that he was sure he would not be driving for awhile into the drive alongside his father’s.  A light was on in the family room.
	“Fuck.” he breathed under his breath.
	Casper, beside him, cracked his head, “Blame me.” he said.
	“I might have to.”
	“It’s cool.”
	Slowly the boys made way to the glass patio door that led into the family room.  Both his mother and father were there, one reading the day’s paper while the other knitted.  You’ll have to guess who was doing what.
	“Everything okay?” Barry’s dad asked.
	Casper kept his head bowed.  He really needed a shower…
	“Not really,” Barry said in return, “he kinda needs a place to hang out.”
	Bob Sr. stood, “Oh?” then, “Is everything alright?  What’s going on?”
	“Long story,” Barry said trying to intervene.
	“Differences of opinion.” Casper chimed in.  “Me and my old man just not getting along.” then, “It’s just better if I’m not there, before the old fart busts a blood vessel or something.” he looked as dejected as possible.
	“We can set up a cot for him,” said Nora Brallen, “here in the family room or in the boys’ room.”
	It didn’t matter to Casper, he shrugged and continued staring at the floor.

	A spare bed (cot) was set up in the family room with Barry fetching said cot-bed from the garage.  It left Casper alone with Barry’s parents.  If a conversation took place during the ten minutes Barry was out in the garage fetching it wasn’t known what the gist of said convo was about.
	Their parents said their goodnights and left the boys to their own.
	“Think you mom or dad would freak if they knew I sleep in the buff!?” Casper chortled.
	Barry grinned, “wouldn’t bother me.”

	There was a bathroom just off from the kitchen, Casper made use of it while Barry rummaged up some grub.  (his dick was too thrashed or he would have risked it and joined in.)
	The boys sat up noshing munchies mostly in silence—thoughts to their own.  Presently, though, around 2AM, someone joined in.  the boys had moved to the family room, lightly talking.  Casper re-tweaking his Device commenting the need for a better longer lasting power source that wouldn’t drain so much when under heavy use.
	When a light came on in the kitchen the boys got quiet and peeked thru the dividing/privacy slats to see the lovely Marryanne Hamilton-Brallen.
	“Mmmmm, delicious!” quipped Casper.  “Dessert!”
	Maryanne raided the fridge of the night’s leftover meal (chicken) as well as a piece of pie.  Wearing her typical thin pajama set gave the ogling boys a reason to live.  She was lovely!  A powder blue top and bottom that did little to conceal her goodies—specially her young tender teenage titties that were bra-less.  She wore an opened robe, too, but it was open!
	Casper quickly tweaked his Device.
	“Well?” asked Barry massaging his already stiff stiffy.
	“Well, all it can do is zap her into zombie mode--”
	“How long?”
	“Twenty minutes.  Thirty if just zapping her mind is all we do.”
	“Good for that!” Barry said.  His desire to get the girl naked and on his cock superseded all else.  Casper made last minute adjustments then returned to the partition window blinds and peered thru the slats to get a dead-on line o’-sight.

	Powder blue panties.  Barry was absorbed with girls’ panties, and with three sisters in the house PLUS his new mother, panties were everywhere!  He took pleasure in getting panties back in his laundry—trying to determine who of the females residing in the house they belonged to!  Usually he didn’t have much trouble determining the undies of Marissa, she was kinda small (in size.)	
	Maryanne was allowed to nosh before being zapped into zombie mode.  Then, as she sat licking her lips and letting her midnight snack settle—ZAP!
	Barry could hardly contain himself, standing the girl up and roaming his hands all over her.  Casper stood close by grinning ear to ear, standing already naked with pre-cum soiling the tip of his dick.
	Down came Maryanne’s pajama bottoms, her robe already removed and on the back of her chair.  Powder blue panties.  Bikini style.  Very nice, snugged up to her firm butt Barry took a precious moment to let his eyes linger about the arse before lowering the garment.
	Ass.  Bare ass.  Maryanne’s bare ass.  Soft.  Supple.  Lovely to behold—and touch.  And touch he did—first with his nose, then his tongue.  The right cheek, the left cheek.  Slowly prying the cheeks open his eyes partook of the girl’s dainty not too stained poop rim.
	His nose went to the opening, then his tongue.
	“How far is she under?” asked Barry, “I mean, can I doink her?”	“Doink away, Chief, doink away!”
	Barry smiled and after licking Maryanne’s crapper a bit more, inserted his finger for a good minute of pre-fucking—prepping it for the ultimate intrusion.
	Making anal entry to Maryanne didn’t go as planned.  Though the desire was there to be sure, Maryanne’s hole was tight (virginal) and Barry’s cock was dry.  Barry’s cock, too, had been overworked and wasn’t strong enough to make the proper breech.
	No matter, where there’s a will there’s butter!
	Casper got the tub of butter sitting on the counter nearby and lubed up his friend’s schlong, then applied a little dab to Maryanne’s corn hole.  Barry then returned to gentle prodding and with just a little effort was making pleasing entry.
	Fearing he would awaken his stupefied sister regardless of Casper’s assurances, Barry took his time.  No full cock entry but half before the pumping began.  He was butt fucking his sister!  He was BUTT FUCKING his sister!  Barry was very pleased…

	It was too soon, though, for fucking.  His cock was already significantly shagged out and there was great distress.  It was a pisser, of course, to have to abort the sodomization of Maryanne, but he figured there would be another time.  (he hoped.)
	Casper took a turn loving on the girl, getting her out of her pajamas and panties then laying her out on the table, opening her legs and going down on her.  Barry stood by with a severely aching cock.
	“Hey, Chief, she aint a virgin!”
	“What?” Barry didn’t quite understand how it could be determined if a girl was a virgin or not.
	“She’s not a slut,” Casper said, “but she sure as shit aint no virgin!”
	“Can you find out who?”
	“Not now, it’ll have to wait a couple days.”  The Device, like the boys’ cocks, had given its all.  It was all it could do to zap the Subject’s mind.  Casper dared not ask it to do anything else.
	While Barry wondered who Maryanne was getting doinked by, Casper noshed—his own midnight snack—Poon Tang!

	Barry figured he would need a week of No Fucking, not even hand jobbing, to ease his cock’s discomfort.  Both he and Casper took liberties in stuffing Maryanne’s non-virginal cunny.  She wasn’t a slut, as Casper decreed, but she had taken a cock at least once and probably one or two more times than that.
	Barry was curious, damn curious.  Both boys stuffed the fifteen year old and enjoyed themselves—despite the aches to their schlongs in doing so.  She was a good fuck.  Nice and snug—just the way Barry liked ‘em!
	After a thorough scrogging of the girl, the time was just about up.  She was redressed, her sopping wet cunny wiped down, and then “released.”  Thru the slats of the privacy window the boys watched from the family room as Maryanne staggered and tried to shake off the effects of being “zapped.”  She got sick and vomited.  She retched into the sink and then discovered the “funny” feeling to her fresh fucked pussy.
	Wildly she looked all around and came in a rush to the family room!

	There wasn’t much time, and not much power left in the Device; but Maryanne was successfully “re-zapped”.  But immediately after “zapping” the indicator dial flashed red.  The boys grabbed their clothes and scampered out of the room, thru the kitchen, thru the living room, and up the stairs.  They paused at the top of the landing peering down.

	Maryanne didn’t come “tearing” into the living room on a wild rampage but she did come to look wildly about as if there was a dire purpose.  Seeing no one she smoothed her hands down the front of her trim body then returned to the kitchen.
	Barry heard giggling and turned quickly just in time to see the girls’ bedroom door shut.  Evie or Marissa and he guessed Evie.  He gulped and wondered if he was in trouble.  The kitchen light went out and Maryanne began making her way to the stairs.  The boys scampered to Barry’s room and that was that.

	On the following Saturday Casper found favor in Barry’s parents as he thru himself into outside work—chores the regular Brallen family members should have done and been doing.  Maryanne seemed none the worse for wear, but there was giggles near constantly from Evie.
	There were too many distractions and Barry never got to the giggly girl to ask her, “what the fuck up!?”  there was a baseball practice Barry had to go to—leaving Casper at the house to continue his chores.  Barry wondered all the while he was gone if anything ELSE was going on.  But he was assured that the Device was down and out and needed a “rest” as much as their poor aching cocks did.  At least, that was what Barry was led to believe.
	On day three Casper was regarded as “one of the family.”  He was helpful and courteous and strangely, Barry’s folks didn’t pry into what his (Casper’s) home troubles were.  He just merely made it that time was needed to work things out—and Barry’s parents seemed to be strangely cool with that.
	On day four at school Casper found Barry to tell him that the Device was 80 percent back to normal.  But new additional tweakings would set back the full operation for a “few more days.”
	“What new tweakings?  What are doing to it now?” Barry asked curiously.
	Casper replied, “I’m not really sure myself, just more power sourcing and heat distribution.  Stuff I’ve heard what other EMADs are doing I’m trying to configure mine to do.”
	“Don’t make it too powerful,” Barry warned, “it can be detected.”
	Casper was wary of that and mindful—which was why he made his Diver’s Watch Device into separate parts.  On the sixth day, the Device was divisional by being a Watch, Bracelet, necklace, and belt buckle.

***
The Itching Hour
	Days later and the new & improved EMAD was ready.  The boys were “ready”, too.  Days had it been since “anything.”  Barry strove hard not to even jack himself off, Casper did as well—but didn’t make it.  (nor did Barry.)  they tried, though, not even engaging in any sex with each other—just their hand.
	Finally, when the time was right, the boys left the Brallen house to go prowling.  The new & improved EMAD allowed sufficient time to be invisible as well as engage Subjects to zombie-mode.  And in case of emergencies, there was a back-up reserve power source to sufficiently “cover their ass” and make a get away or whatever needed to be done.
	“So what do you want to do?” Casper asked.
	Barry had ideas.  His family, other people’s family, neighbors.
	“What’s up with your family,” Barry asked, “everything good?”
	Casper shrugged, “They’re in therapy.  Phillip and Summer still screwing, mom’s kinda fucking lost it.  Phillip wants to do her.”
	“They have no idea it was you?”
	“Nope.”
	“Cool.”
	The boys left the Brallen home and made way down the alley…

	At 1002 Elmhurst Drive, four houses down from Barry’s home, the boys paused.  It was the home of Hank Tiller and his daughter, Kimberly.  The little girl was no more than three.  Barry didn’t think anything of the  naughty-kind was going on, but…
	On more than one occasion Barry had seen Mr. T with a boner, a massive hard-on as he held his daughter as parents do to toddlers; there was the ever present bulge as the child was bounced on the man’s knee, too.  And other assorted occasions all with the presence of Kimberly.  Barry couldn’t recall if there had been OTHER girls of better age that had possibly caused the 30-something man to have a raging cause of erection, but…
	There was a back porch light.  No dog.  Gaining entry into the backyard was easy, the wood fence gate was not locked.  Tsk tsk tsk; in the trying days of regular home invasions and such and the gate wasn’t locked!  Under the cover of darkness and keeping to the edge of the fence until reaching where they had to go from the fence to the house a span of ten feet in the open, the boy went willy-nilly as they were.
	At the backdoor the EMAD rendered them invisible.
 	Using a high-tech magnet device the backdoor clasp lock was rendered useless.  Casper and Barry entered, with Casper re-locking the door.  A light was on in the living room but no one there.  Papers and toys were everywhere—along with clothes.
	Barry scooped up a pair of yellow panties and gave the crotch a sniff; he noted the piss and shit stains.  Casper reached back and fondled his friend’s “raging boner.”
	The boys made their way down the hall, coming to an open bedroom.  It was the girl’s bedroom.  It was not too cluttered, but not too neat, either.  The three year old sat clad merely in her panties on her twin sized unkempt bed with her equally naked father before her.  He, too, had a raging boner.
	Kimberly had her fingers wrapped about the average sized prong, the unseen boys could see that already there was spunk matter on the child’s face, her chin, and chest.  The little girl’s mouth was only inches away…
	The man Barry knew—he was a deacon at a neighborhood church.
	The little girl giggled and stuck out her tongue, licking the cummy prick head before the entire mushroom member was eased into her sweet mouth.  Mr. T caressed his ass, squeezed his nut sac and pumped his daddy dong into his daughter’s mouth.
	Barry and Casper watched in utter awe as the man after only a few moments began to ejaculate sending gobs of his cream into his child’s mouth, down her throat, and everywhere.  Pulling out he pressed his shaft up against Kimberly’s face, then poked her nose and ears.  She was a cutey, light brown hair with pink braid clips; twin curly pony tails off the side of her head; a very round face with incredibly bright eyes.
	As Tiller’s cock softened the man sunk to his knees.
	“That was a good one, daddy, huh!” cried out the unwary child.
	Hank hugged his daughter, then gently laid her down across her bed working her kiddie panties off then opening her legs.  Kimberly giggled all the more as her daddy “went down” on her, licking her virgin pussy.  Casper stroked Barry’s cock that was out of his pants, Barry caressed Casper’s ass and waited.
	After a few minutes of tonguing Kimberly’s cunt the single daddy pulled himself and positioned himself between the girl’s legs, resting his dong right on her slit!
	“Oh shit!” blurted Barry almost out loud, “He’s gonna fuck her!”

	In a way, yes—but not actual penetration was involved.  Mr. Tiller merely humped his daughter’s crevice until he once more squirted.  And it was a mighty squirt, too!  A huge gob of his “squirt” squirted out of his manly dong and splashed up to the face of the toddler.  Another load anointed her belly while the rest was jerked out by the man raising up and masturbating; soiling Kim’s cunt.  Tiller then did diddle the spunk with his fingers, laying beside his daughter to slip her his tongue for a passionate father-daughter kiss.

	At 1511 Apple Wy. Barry wanted to peek in on another family he knew of, the Klarksdales.  No mommy at this family, either.  No toddlers but two girls just the same.  Jenny was eleven while older sister Alicia was thirteen.  Nice girls, church goers.  Matt Klarsdale was a standing member of the neighborhood church, not a deacon but preformed some duty as like one anyways.
	Once more the boys made their way into a home unimpeded.  And once more they were not denied pleasures of the secret kind.  The daddy here wasn’t nude, but he had a hard-on anyways.  The scene was in a bedroom, the girls’ bedroom.  The youngest girl stood in her panties only with her back pressed up against the wall.  On one of the beds lay the thirteen year old, panties only, too.
	The girls’ daddy stood at the side of the bed with a belt in one hand and a paddle the size of a tennis racket in the other.  Alicia was already in tears, her young near nude body clenched in anticipation of the next smack.
	The next smack came with a resounding force.  It was the paddle.  The girl being beaten buried her face into a pillow, clenching her entire body.  The belt was used nextly, striking her ass just below her panties.  When she crossed her legs she was immediately smacked as hard as possible again with the paddle with the belt smacking the bottom of her feet.
	The young girl against the wall pissed her panties.  Her pee could be seen trickling down her legs.  Her fingernails peeled into the green paint on the wall, she sniveled and trembled in her extreme fright—she was next.
	But not before the daddy yanked down Alicia’s panties.

	There was a brief caress of the distressed girl’s ass, followed by a “pat” that was followed by a swift swat by the paddle.  The girl reeled and let out a mournful scream.  Her ass clenched all the tighter and was met once more by another equally swift paddle smack.

	Then, the teen was turned over.  The daddy gave all but the briefest glance to the girl’s goodie, then locked her ankles and raised them—dropping the paddle to the floor.  The girl hugging the wall tried desperately to become a part of the paint scheme.
	Alicia wriggled desperately on the bed, tossing and flailing about,
	“Settle down or it’ll be worse for ya!” bellowed the daddy.
	How could it be worse?
	Alicia’s ass was brought up just so and the belt from Matt Klarksdale’s hand walloped her butt but good.  Several times, several quick times.  The girl wrenched and twisted in her agony.
	“Please, daddy, stop!” cried out Jenny.  She twisted and wrenched against the wall herself.
	Surprisingly the man did so, letting go her ankles and standing up sweating and breathing hard.  Timidly the girl pulled her panties up.  She was all a mess; crying, sniveling, carrying on and trembling.  Once her panties were pulled up her daddy rolled her off of the bed—then clicked his fingers to the trembling other daughter.

	“Next fucking time I tell you to clean your room, the bathroom, this HOUSE—you will fucking do it!” the belt lashed the naked eleven year old with such a tremendous force Barry cringed.  His cock was still hard and Casper still tugged on it.  During the incredible spanking Casper had lowered his pants, no underwear.  Then, gripping Barry’s still very hard cock eased it into his asshole; while Jenny got her ass beating Casper got his fucked!
	After several resounding smacks of the paddle to Jenny’s ass the daddy stopped.  The girl’s panties had been wrenched down to her knees.  She lay on her stomach sobbing, still clutching at the covers but slowly placed her hands to her searing ass.  Barry had emptied a nice wad of love cream up Casper’s hole as well as worked Casper’s schlong to a delightful orgasm, the cum spilling onto Barry’s hand and the bedroom floor.
	There was no more spanking—not by instruments anyways.  The man undone his pants and let them fall.  Off came his shirt of which he used to wipe down his sweating body.  His cock was hard, like Casper, there were no undies worn.  He gave a stroke and then a squeeze at the base.  Barry couldn’t believe what he was thinking (personally)—what would it be like to feel that monster schlong slamming up his ass?
	Stepping out of his pants the man climbed onto the bed.  On his knees he continued stroking and squeezing his prick while his daughters calmed down from their rash beating.

	If anything was said, Barry missed it.  His thoughts were on taking cock to his ass.  He had taken Casper’s dong and brother Pete, but he had not given thought to any OTHER cock.  There were a few close friends, but none of which Barry thought of getting naughty with like he was with Casper.
	The daddy on the bed caressed daughter Jenny, stroking her pretty face and ogling her nude body.  For eleven the girl had pleasing titties, they were still small—apple sized mounds, but nice just the same.
	Alicia had a fine body, also; long silky dark hair, bigger titties but not out of line for her age group.  Both girls had slim bodies and great asses!
	With a gentle hand to the back of Jenny’s head she was pulled down to the daddy’s mammoth cock.  By watching her she was no stranger to the deed; she wrapped her lips about the bulbous tip and sucked just on that for a moment or two.  One hand worked the cock while the other fondled the hairy balls.
	Alicia sat up wiping her face.  She watched her little sister suck their daddy but it wasn’t clear if there was disdain or contempt on the teen’s face.  As Jenny went all the way down somehow amazingly capable of gobbling all seven inches of her daddy’s cock, Alicia rubbed Jenny’s ass.  Barry very muchly wanted to do same.
	There was a head nod from Matt to his teen daughter.  Semi reluctantly the girl climbed onto the bed and went after his balls, sucking on them while fingering herself.  As she was poised the unseen boys could well enough see her glory hole and poon pie.  Neither were virginal.  It couldn’t be determined if the same was for Jenny.

	After a fair amount of cock & ball sucking,
	“Turn around.”
	Alicia and Jenny complied, pressing their heads down onto the bed, asses up.  Their daddy caressed the still burning bums, then applied his tongue to lick their crack and pooter hole. 
	“I’m about ready to bust!” whispered Casper to Barry.
	Barry was, too.
	The girls gyrated their hips some, twisted their bodies and made unintelligible noises.  Their daddy squeezed their ass flesh and drove his tongue into their backdoors, licking their crack, taint, and poon.  Soon the man sat up, stepped up, and fucked up—er, applied his cock to Alicia’s ass(hole) and made dutiful entry.

	Although it was figured he had been there before, Alicia’s eyes bulged as the massive daddy dong filled her anal cavity.  Alicia once more gripped the bed and expressed some form of agony.  The unseen boys shuffled to where they could see better and saw amazingly the entire member of Matt Klarksdale in his teen daughter’s hole.
	He pulled out and slapped the member against the girl’s cheeks, then drug it up and down the crack, poking the hole as well as entering the girl’s non-virginal pussy before plunging back into her asshole for a full-on butt fuck.
	The man’s balls slapped with increasing measure with an occasional pause for the “straining”.  Then, in a rabid rabbit fuck he pounded the girl’s anus with such a tenacity that he himself overrode his daughter’s cries with cries of his own.
	A flurry of expletives were uttered as the man entered his orgasm.  Alicia clung to her bed thrashing her face about into her pillow in extreme agony as her asshole daddy indeed “ripped her a new one.”
	Eight minutes after plunging into the girl’s backdoor the daddy began to slow—gobs of his goo coated his cock and dripped down onto the bed.  The man was exhausted.  His daughter was something else.  For another minute or after shooting his load Matt K continued his butt fucking of his teenage daughter.
	“Was I as good as that God damn dog?”
	What?
	Huh?
	The girl shook her head but it wasn’t clear if she were answering her daddy or what.  The daddy continued his butt screwing, shoving himself in and then pulling all the way out—only to plunge back in for a fevered rapid fuck.
	Casper pointed out some scratches along the girl’s side.
	Barry didn’t get it.
	For a long minute Matt K’s cock remained lodged into Alicia’s crapper.  Then he withdrew and gobs of cum squirted out the well fucked hole.  Matt patted his daughter ass and fondled his steamy cock.  
	It was then Barry could hear a doggie barking its brains out—the bark sounded close—and muffled.
	On the bed,
	“Whattya say, Princess,” Matt said to daughter Jenny, “my cock taste better than Rainbow’s, huh?”

	The naked terrified pre-teen sat on the bed with her legs tucked under her, fingering her pussy and trembling in place.  There was a very almost non-noticeable nod “Yes.”
	Matt patted his teen daughter’s ass, “Did daddy’s cock feel better than Rainbow’s?”
	Alicia buried her face into her pillow shaking her head to and fro.  No clear indication one way or the other.  Matt let it pass, getting no definitive answer.  Cocking his head to and fro he seemingly admired his daughter’s cummy asshole; smacking her inner thighs he had the girl open her legs wider then he looked to daughter number two,
	“Get under your sister, like you were earlier.”
	Jenny didn’t move right off but the glare from her daddy put her in motion to comply.  Jenny positioned herself under Alicia, legs open wide, ass on the tear soaked pillow.
	Without being told, the girls began to lick one another’s poons.
	Daddy Matt was pleased and sat back stroking his softened schlong, watching with extreme glee.  When he dick was no longer soft but stiff enough he sat up and plunged it into Alicia’s cunt.  
	“How many times you let Rainbow have you here?” asked the daddy in a gruff voice.
	Alicia flung her head saying, “I don’t know.” For that she received a hard smack to her ass.  
	“I’m gonna fuck your ass every day, bitch!” and Matt slapped the girl’s cheeks, followed quickly by squeezing them.
	“Please, daddy, stop!” cried Jenny from underneath.
	Surprisingly he did.
	But he merely moved to foot of the bed to peer hard at Jenny’s pussy.  Unseen Casper/Barry peered, too.  It was virginal.  Smooth with just a slight coverage of poon pie hair.  
	Daddy Matt, though, locked the ankles together and raised the legs up, grabbing up the belt from the floor he let it fly to Jenny’s already tormented ass.
	“A few times!” screeched Alicia, “Three of four times only, Daddy!”
	The belting to Jenny’s ass stopped only to be applied to Alicia’s ass.
	“Next fucking time I fucking ask you something you better fucking well fucking tell me right off!”
	“Yes, Daddy!” the girl cried as the belt landed across her ass again.

	As Matt rested and watched his daughter’s 69, Casper lightly applied a mist to their minds.  He was curious, as was Barry.  He had to know what had happened.
	Not much, the girls had been caught naked masturbating together.  That was a given and not worthy of being spanked over.  The girls being caught eating each other out was, though.  But it wasn’t enough, being caught having sex with the family dog was the kicker.  Only Alicia had been caught, but sister Jenny was there at the time.
	Using a secret video camera set up in the girls’ room and in the basement Matt Klarksdale discovered how naughty his daughters were; not only did Alicia take the dog’s dick to her pussy and asshole, she sucked him and had talked sibling Jenny into doing same.
	Casper and Barry were well pleased.
	Matt was put into a nice deep sleep while the girls were primed for something else.  
	
*

Segue to a point of view
	In house not so far away a teenage girl held firm at the doorway.  The house was quiet, the house was dark—the only light were the scattered nightlights, the VCR light, microwave/stove light, and the light from the study-private den room.
	In the den sat the teen’s father at his work table where he had papers scattered.  The teen waited; she could smell his wondrous cologne he wore a little too heavy for some but just right for her.  He was handsome; dark wavy hair, dark eyes, tall, dashing.  She smiled to herself and it was little wonder that her mother had married him.
	He smoked a pipe and the odor of it mingled with his cologne; again, to some it was overpowering but to Maryanne it was a turn-on.  Slowly she entered the private room, it was quaint with subtle furnishings, antiques, paintings, one window.  It was a narrow room not too wide and was sunk down from the rest of the house.
	Maryanne liked it.  It was quiet, serene, and so late at night it was private.
	Bob Brallen Sr. fiddled with his paperwork, drawings for a new office building downtown.  Maryanne watched him, smiling.  He was a very intelligent man and as she neared she felt the wetness between her legs, sopping her fresh clean panties…

	It had been the same not so long ago, a few years, that the same sin-sation had caused her to soil her panties.  She had been a mere twelve year old at the time, she had known the man who would soon be her new daddy a scant 18 months.  
	At first she hadn’t liked him, her mom dating was okay sorta kinda, Maryanne understood it but still it was like she was shopping for someone to replace the original.  
	But then she got to like him.
	Then she hated him again when her mom married him.
	Then she liked him again and found herself turned-on by him, too!
	When he made her wet her panties with lust she knew she had to have him.  She had to be satisfied and Robert Brallen was the man to do it!

	For week she conspired but just didn’t have the compunction enough to be so bold.  She needed a subtle plan.  She thought and thought and thought—then, when the timing was right she acted.
	After a time in the new house, Maryanne got her new daddy’s routine down.  Then by setting her clock she awoke precisely when everyone else, including her mother, was fast asleep.  Downstairs in his private den-study the new daddy did his late night work.  For over five minutes Maryanne had stood at the door.  She heard him cough once, and then fart.  But with three new brothers there was a lot of that going around.
	Slowly she advanced into the room; her heart beating so hard she thought surely he would hear it—just before it exploded out of her chest!  The wetness between her legs was odd; she had been fingering herself for some time and it felt good.  She had learned that certain boys (older) turned her on and made her cunny feel “special.”  She had that same feeling towards her new daddy.
	Slowly she advanced, finally coming up to where he could see her out the corner of his eye.
	“What are you doing up so late?”
	Maryanne knew he was kind of strict, the boys had told her so and living with him for a few months she had learned it, too.  But his strictness was for their protection—the world was messed up with virtually everyone having their hands on the latest fad, an EMAD.
	“Couldn’t sleep.” she said.  She looked over his drawings as if she were curious.  The lines were incredible and mind blowing, she didn’t understand any of it.  She leaned against him, very seldom had he ever hugged her, he wasn’t a hugger.

	She asked questions, he answered, she pretended to be very curious and to Bob Brallen that was something that none of his sons had shown.  It made him feel good that at least somebody was interested.
	Maryanne leaned onto the draft board inching her thin almost pink nightgown up.  She tried hiding her hands under her body against her chest so as not to be seen pulling the garment up.  She had a plan.
	At length Bob Brallen leaned back.
	It was then that he indeed caught sight of his new daughter’s “plan.”  Specifically, her panty clad ass.  Powder blue panties.  Out of the corner of Maryanne’s eye she could see him lingering, but wasn’t sure if he was lusting.  Then she saw his left hand go to his lap.
	“Maryanne,” he said lowly, “you-you should go back to bed.”
	“I cant.” replied Maryanne. 
	The new daddy didn’t ask why but fixed his eyes onto the twelve year old’s ass.  His right hand suddenly shot out, acting on its own, and caressed the ass.
	Maryanne tensed up, just the mere touch of his hand to her ass thrilled her.  She felt her young cunny moisten up all the more.  Slowly ever so slowly she moved her right hand down to her panties, rubbing her ass and then tugging at the garment until it was moving down.
	“Maryanne,” said the new daddy again, but nothing more.  
	Maryanne took her new daddy’s hand and pressed it to her bare ass flesh.  She leaned as far as possible against the table, thusly allowing significant viewing of her dainty arse.
	Bob moaned.  He groaned, he locked his eyes to the perfectly shaped twelve year old ass, licked his lips and sweated.  Maryanne’s panties were at the cleft of her ass.  Slowly ever so slowly she pulled a cheek.  The new daddy caressed the offering; Maryann pushed the panties down a bit more, then gently worked her legs to get the garment to slide down to her ankles.  Then, stepping out of them, she parted her legs to give better access to her ass.
	There was a subtle almost unheard groan from the new daddy.  His hand caressed her cheeks, slipping a finger down between the cheeks to lightly touch the anus.
	Maryanne couldn’t help but flinch and clench up; she recovered just as quickly, leaning even further, pulling her nightgown up further but not off, not just yet.
	Bob Sr. caressed the girl’s ass continuing to glide his finger up and down the crack and probing the outer rim of the poop chute.  Maryanne continued to clench; Bob Sr. continued to moan.

	At length the young vixen stood up, her nightgown re-covering her lovely body.  Bob Sr. gulped, sweated, and sat back in his chair.  His left hand rested on his lap, the heel of his hand gouging the obvious bulge contained therein.
	Vixen Maryanne pursed her lips; she was so pretty—demure, conniving.  Stepping out of her panties she came up closer to her new daddy and hugged him.  The new daddy was at a little of a loss for words and actions, he hugged back and waited—apparently, Maryanne was in control and it was her move.
	Glancing at the man’s doings told of a few things; one was that Maryanne was curious.  Damn curious.  It made Bob Sr. nervous.  He licked his lips and sweated, then pulled his hand away.  His cock in side his tan trousers pulsed.  What his exact thoughts were were private and unknown.
	“Do you want to touch it?” he asked in a voice that was barely heard.
	Maryanne nodded and placed a trembling hand to the pulsing/throbbing bulge.  She could feel its warmth thru the fabric.  With his right hand, Bob Sr. caressed Maryanne’s backside…
	“Can I see it?” Maryanne boldly asked.
	The new daddy closed his eyes—this wasn’t happening.
	He shook his head, not to say No, but to clear his head.  When he opened his eyes he saw his new daughter with her hand “working” his erection.  A casual look over his shoulder told him all was still secure.
	With extreme care, caution, and slowness the new daddy undid his trousers and to free the hidden “trouser snake.”  As soon as it was out of the opening of his boxer shorts Maryanne’s eyes feasted on the wondrous thing.  Her eyes widened wide, exploding with gleam as she gazed upon the fully engorged 7-incher.  
	She licked her lips, too, like it was some sort of rich decadent dessert.  “Mmmmmm.” she said making the “yummy” sounds.
	Bob Sr. put his fingers about the base of his daddy dong, squeezing it.  Maryanne leaned in, eyes focusing on the soiled piss slit.  She didn’t know what it was, didn’t care, either.  Timidly she reached out her hand.
	Another security check was made and with all seemingly well, he turned his body just so—offering himself as much as Maryanne had offered herself earlier.  Maryanne’s fingers wrapped loosely about the pulsing schlong, she squeezed her fingers and instinctively moved her hand “up and down.”