August Moone
Book 10
Chapter 4
Snippets III

Brotherly love
	Some properties had small homes and HUGE lots; some lots had HUGE homes and not a lot of property.  Some homes had a small front yard and a HUGE backyard.  Such was the place of the MacKaslynns.  A HUGE home with a HUGE backyard—not much in the way of a front yard.  There was a three car garage, a multi bedroom home, single story dwelling with a barn and several outbuildings.
	Lots of trees; fruit trees and flowery type.  A HUGE garden of vegetables on one side of the lot/home with a terrific flower garden on the other.  A HUGE field of alfalfa was to the rear of the property—the home’s primary source of income.  The veggie garden and the flower garden were for the home but were also were sold at the local farmer’s market.
	On DJ and Louis’ visit they helped themselves to some apples; the cucumbers, squashes, and “other” the farmer could keep.  The cantaloupe and watermelon were too close to the farm house and out in the open and neither boy wanted to risk being seen.  The MacKaslynn boys—four of them! were ok and not known to be bullies; but, DJ was sure that if they were caught “appropriating” goods they would be chased—possibly caught—definitely beaten.
	However, just as DJ climbed over the orchard fence to make further into the apple tree to secure the big apples up top he saw on the open back porch the youngest member of the MacKaslynn home (and the only girl) naked!
	Carrie Anne MacKaslynn was butt bare ass naked!
	And she was fairly cute, too!
	DJ had a thing for her—it dangled between his legs!  HA!  But any girl, ‘specially naked, had DJ’s attention.  Carrie Anne, eleven years young, had super fine long-long sleek jet black hair.  And as far as DJ could tell—not hair one on her dainty little poon!  She was laughing, giggling, and being chased by her equally naked brothers one-two-three-four!
	Wayne MacKaslynn was seventeen and an all pro at his high school.
	Dale was fifteen and not athletically sound—don’t give the boy a ball!
	Scott was next at fourteen and could melt girls’ hearts—he was a heart throb with dashing looks, a fantastic smile, and a hell of a guitar picker.
	At thirteen the last boy in the line was Troy; he had reddish hair unlike his brothers who all had inky black hair.  (there was an uncle in the family line who had red hair…also the county’s country mailman, milkman, and chief of police!)
	Anyways,
	It was Dale who nabbed his sister grabbing her around the waist slinging her off of her feet.  Her feet and legs went sailing upwards giving everyone a show.  DJ nearly fell out of the tree!  Louis, still on the ground scampered to the cement water cistern and the pump machinery getting him closer to the action.  DJ joined him—there was a good deal of open space to cross if they wanted to really see anything.
	They couldn’t risk it.
	“We’re gonna miss it!” Louis bitched.
	“Whatty a want to do,” bitched back DJ, “march across the open and tell ‘em “Hey, can we watch!?””
	Louis shrugged—and gouged the heel of his hand to his aching boner.

	As Dale held his squirmy sister aloft with her legs flailing every which way, brother Scott appeared grabbing his sister’s legs holding them open—he was naked, too.  It was awkward and damn difficult but the fourteen year old heartthrob “went down” on his sister (he did!) licking her out.
	The girl shrieked and was hard to hold but athletic brother holding her managed.  Brothers Wayne and Troy, also naked, soon appeared making loud whooping sounds, clapping, and carrying on.  It was a family thing—apparently.
	After sufficient licking brother Dale stood back grinning big; he released his sister’s legs (so as he could hammer his schlong).  All the boys had wood, serious-serious wood.  Dale still had control of his sister but had let her down—the little eleven year old wasn’t very weighty but she was a handful with all that squirming.
	Then—THEN—
	While brother Dale maintain a so-so hold on her shoulders, brothers Wayne, Scott and Troy stepped and began masturbating—with a specific cause in mind.  Carrie Anne giggled, thrashed her head about, and refused to open her mouth as the intent from her brothers was to suck them off.
	No matter, the boys continued masturbating jacking off onto the sweet young girl’s face.  Eewewew!  Inasmuch as she didn’t like sucking dick and receiving a coating of goo onto her tonsils, she liked less the boys’ spunk on her face and in her hair.
	“OOOOOH! YUCKY!” cried out the girl.
	The boys chortled and face fucked her.  It was a facial gangbang!  Wayne and Scott pressed their schlongs against their sister’s face humping hard while brother Troy stood back watching continuing to wank.  Dale, still holding the squirmy sister, humped the back of the girl’s head until she managed to wiggle free from his grasp.

	She didn’t get far, Wayne grabbed a holt of her pinning her to him.  A smack to her ass almost settled her—she got a little angry and stomped on his foot!  Wayne then parked his carcass on a nearby armless chair positioning the wiggling upset girl across his lap—he then walloped her ass with a mighty thrash.  So stunned was Carrie Anne that she didn’t do anything.  This gave brother Troy the prime opportunity to get his dick into her mouth.  When the girl came around and realized what was happening—too late.  Wayne held her hands behind her back and their afternoon of “play” had taken a dramatic turn.
	Swat! Swat! Swat! and kinda hard, too.
	Carrie Anne wailed and fussed and was swatted all the harder until she calmed down some.  Wayne then turned her over, grabbed her legs lifting them UP and BACK.  Brother Dale then assessed his sister eyeing her cunny with great glee.  Then he smacked her cunny—with his dick!  Smack! Smack! Smack! Gouge! Fuck!  The boys howled and Carrie Anne wailed—with brother Scott’s ball sac in her mouth!
	It should be noted that all the while the girl wailed and fussed she seemed to “willingly” suckle her brother Scott’s fuzzy nad sac.  She also had her hands clamped to the boy’s ass as he ejaculated a gracious squirt of brotherly love onto her chest and stomach.  Brother Dale got his rocks off, pulled out and emptied more onto her hairless cunt and up her body as well.
	Turned back over she was lightly swatted again by Wayne who squeezed her cheeks—and then finger fucked her butthole.  Brother Troy stood by seriously wanking and eyeing his sister’s ass.  A nod from Wayne giving him the go-ahead and the youngest brother buried the head of his brotherly love tool into his sister’s cornhole.
	Carrie Anne slid off of Wayne’s knees to take holt of his wang and slobber on it.  Wayne howled rearing his head back as the girl masterfully sucked him.  He ran his fingers thru her hair and buried his cock into her throat—all the while brother Troy fucked her ass.
	Slipping away lest they be seen spy boys DJ and Louis stole back out into the orchard to the far side of the property where they felt relatively safe from being seen.  There was a creek just beyond into the woods and here the boys shed their clothes and immersed themselves into the cool refreshing water.
	“God-fucking-damn!” blurted Louis, “Did you see that shit?”
	It was a rhetorical question—DJ was there so of course he saw it.
	(he still had a boner from seeing it!)
	“I bet they all take turns fuckin’ her!”
	DJ nodded, that was a sure bet.
	Out of the water and onto the sandy bank DJ lay out basking in the sun—methodically handling his junk.  He very muchly wanted to fuck that girl.
	Louis splashed around before climbing out onto the bank on all fours.
	He eyed DJ’s doing and DJ noted his noticing—so he waggled his cock, giggled and made an eyebrow quirk conveying “come get some.”  Louis went suddenly sheepish but slide sidewise like a crab before taking over handling DJ’s schlong.  He fondled the balls, gave a decent handjob followed by a blowjob.
	Followed by a blowjob!
	DJ reeled as he sucked; his eyes fluttered and he felt the stirrings of an imminent cum blast.
	“I’m gonna cum!”
	Louis didn’t care—he kinda/sorta wanted to “taste” what cum tasted like.
	Until, that is, he tasted it.
	“OH! MY GOD!” he cried out, “IT’S FUCKING GROSS!”
	DJ chortled and wondered how girls did it.
	Louis spat out the milky substance almost very nearly vomiting.
	“I’ll suck you.” DJ said calmly.
	Louis crawled his way up DJ’s smooth body and DJ performed orally.
	Louis didn’t cum; too bad.
	The boys stood and got into a sort of cockfight; and while they were giggling “sword fighting”…
	“Oh my God!” shouted a voice, “You fuckin’ faggots!”
	Kam Nuetron—a fifteen year old bully always itching to get into someone—not the literal meaning but in fighting.  He was short, stout, short-short hair, big face, big body, Class A Asshole and a card carrying Bully.  He came up on the scene blurting cursings with eyes blaring red.
	“Looky what I got here!?” he sniggered, “A couple of ripe fucking homos!”
	DJ and Louis were petrified.  This was not good—no, not good at all.
	Kam quickly was on the boys throwing Louis to the ground kicking him in the balls—his naked vulnerable ten year old balls.  DJ had no time to react as Kam punched him in the stomach then knuckle busted him to the back of his head sending him to the reeling Louis.
	“FUCKING FAGGOTS!” Kam yelled, “Wait till I tell the fucking town I caught you two homos going at it!”  he turned to “go tell the town” or something and DJ reached out tripping the boy.  Kam toppled but roared up to standing in a rage.  Lashing out he kicked DJ in the chest—DJ caught the kick sending Kam backwards and toppling the teen again.  More enraged and Kam charged DJ pummeling squashing the thirteen year virtually squashing the breath out of him.
	“GET OFF HIM!” shouted Louis sputtering.
	Kam didn’t get off him but squashed him harder with eyes glaring red.
	DJ sputtered, coughed, and was choking for air.  That’s when Louis came up with a stout piece of tree limb bashing it to the backside of Kam’s head.
	The boy was stunned and bobbed his head all about with eyes bulging.
	Louis let him have it again putting a little more umph in the swing.
	Kam fell off of DJ sputtering and making odd sounds as he lay in the tall unkempt grass twitching.
	“FUCKER!” yelled Louis kicking the twitching boy, “I FUCKIN’ TOLD YA TO GET OFF HIM!” and the spunky ten year old bashed the teen…one…more…time!
	Kam twitched a little more—then no more!
	DJ continued to get his breath back—when he did he kicked Kam in the stomach shouting “MOTHERFUCKER!  WE WERE JUST PLAYIN’!”
	Sitting on a nearby log still choking and holding his chest, DJ stared at Kam Neutron.  Louis stood by him breathing hard his eyes on Kam.
	“Dude, he aint breathing.”
	DJ stared and stared and stared and concluded the same.
	“Good.” he said rubbing his chest.  Standing up he lashed out kicking Kam’s chest then his head.  “FUCKER!” he shouted spitting onto the dead boy’s face.
	“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!” breathing hard and DJ thought a moment—then fondled himself aiming his cock to Kam’s head.  Then he began to pee.
	Louis chuckled and did the same.
	Then they heard a horse.

	“Do you know her?”
	DJ strained to see the rider but to keep himself hidden, too.
	“Not sure.” he said.  long-long-long seriously blond hair, cowboy hat, bouncing in the saddle of a mostly brown horsey.  The horse and rider trotted thru a meadow of mostly waist high grasses and sloshed thru a few creeks.  DJ and Louis followed keeping their distance lest they be noted.  Then,
	For no other reason than “just fucking because”…DJ plucked up a palm sized rock and heaved it striking the horse’s rump.  The horse bucked his back legs, reared up his front legs, and was clearly upset.  The rider whirled around—DJ and Louis ducked down giggling.  Gaining control of her steed she proceeded—so did DJ and Louis.
	No more than fifty yards when approaching Sugar Creek that was wide but shallow than did DJ hurl another palm sized rock once more upsetting the horse.  The rider whirled around shouting “QUIT IT!”
	Busted.
	But had she seen clearly who was chucking the rocks?
	The horse and rider crossed the creek to a large open field.  Just before emerging thereon and DJ threw one more rock.  This time—the horse was pissed and had had enough of the rock throwing and “tossed” his rider.
	The girl screamed and hit the ground.  The horse ran off across the field.
	DJ and Louis held fast across the creek.
	“Shit.” said DJ.  He eyed the girl as she lay still just across the creek on a wet mossy bank.  The boys bolted to her rolling her over onto her back; she was dressed in a long sleeved turquoise southwestern cowgirl shirt with kinda tight jeans, turquoise boots.  She was adorned with turquoise jewelry and was very pretty.  DJ thought her name was “Jenny”, 
	“Jenny Quackles, I think.”
	The horse was way-way out in the middle of the field being a little calmer now that he was “out of range” of the rock thrower.
	“Damn,” said Louis, “she sure is pretty.” He rubbed his crotch, giggled, blushed, and looked longingly at the unfortunate girl.
	DJ shrugged and looked to his pal making another quirky eyebrow rise.

Extra-curricular activities
	What are friends for?
	“The distributional pathways of the bla-bla-bla coincide with the equalization of bla-bla-bla creating a bla-bla that most often results in…?”
	“Find the result of X.”
	“Describe the Symbotic-Interaction Paradigm.”
	“Describe the three major theoretical paradigms”
	“Explain why the fuck we’re doing sociology in junior fucking high!”
	Tom nodded in agreement adding “No shit!”
	“Do they even have this shit in high school!”
	Tom didn’t know—he didn’t want to know.”
	“It’s a part of extra credit curriculum—or something.” Tom shrugged.
	Richard sighed, “When are the others showing?”
	“Right now!” giggled one of the “others”, Stephanie Noass.
	Tom’s mother, Sara, guided in three girls and two boys into her son Tom’s bedroom.  The day was Saturday and for “extra” credit and something to do with their junior high school’s sociology department the group needed to bone up on the curriculum.
	Tom Notathumb had a typical teenage boy’s bedroom; a little clutter, a little funky, decorated in a mixmatch assortment of sports posters, rock posters, and oceanic related art work—huge sailfish, underwater creatures like starfish and eels, as well as a basketball here, a baseball, soccer ball, and a fair amount of clutter.  Typical boy’s room.
	Tom was a nice enough boy; a quirky voice, thrashed strawberry blond hair, a solid “B” student, friendly, outgoing, mind usually on sports, fishing with his dad, pizza parties, video gaming, and lastly…girls.
	His best friend, jet black hair, heritage from Greece, semi athletic—sucked at all sports save soccer.  He was thin build and of being average height and weight for his age group—fourteen.  Dashing smile, blazing eyes, and always into mischief of some kind; at parties he was the one who spiked the punch.  Firecrackers in the school quad; itching powders in the jock’s clothing; farting sounds thru the PA system; changing the nameplates on the bathrooms—BOYS to GIRLS and vice-versa; talking ceiling—this was one of Richard’s finest!  A drop down ceiling in the classroom and a pair of walkie-talkies.  Then, outside he “chatted” to the teacher and she seriously thought she was losing her mind!
	Stephanie.  She was cute—damn cute.  Tall, blond, shy, always sweet and kinda liked Tom.  Kinda.  Never did she wear a dress—just wasn’t her thing; she had big thighs!  Jeans, pants, shorts, things like that were more her style.  No skirts, no dresses.
	Katey Treestump had very nice eyes and a great smile.  She was black and one of only a handful of black people at the junior high.  She kinda like Tom, too.  Corinna Kornolio had flaming red hair and although she liked Tom, she more liked Stephanie and Katey!  Oh!
	There, too, were two boys in tow in the sociology group, Randy Kopo and Eric Ridiculous.  Randy was a Korean lad who spoke several Asian languages and also French; he sucked-sucked-sucked at all sports.  Excelled in anything related to video gaming.  Eric was another African-American and he excelled in sports—sucking.
	Time to study.
	“Explain the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis.”
	“Explain social control.”
	“Technology is…”
	“Ethnocentrism is…”
	“This is the meaning of culture shock…”
	“This is me having a headache!”
	The group agreed with Corinna and it was time to take a break.
	In the kitchen there were cold drinks and snacks provided by Tom’s mom, Sara.  The girls mingled to themselves with Stephanie occasionally glancing at Tom.  When she was caught she smiled, blushed, possibly farted, and clenched herself.  Tom blushed, too.
	“Dude, you like her?”
	‘Dude, she’s a girl, I like ANY girl who likes me!’
	“Yeah.” Tom blushed shrugging and looking away.
	The boys lingered amongst themselves, too, on the far side of the modern day kitchen dressed in cherry wood and granite countertops.  A nice warm cozy kitchen with stainless steel appliances.
	During a bathroom after the snacking Richard motioned for Tom.
	“Dude, check what I’ve scored!”
	Usually it was weed, a naughty pic of some girl, more weed.
	Not this time.
	It looked like a remote control; a small one.  It was a black module being no more than 3-inches wide and 5-inches long and ½ inch thick.  Sleek black with sensor buttons on the bottom half and digital readouts on the top half.
	“What is it?” Tom asked in his high pitched peculiar voice.
	“It’s an EMAD, dude.” Richard whispered.
	Tom’s eyes bulged.  Inasmuch as weed and nude pix of underage girls was illegal…so was an EMAD.  The government was serious, “any persons in possession of an Electronic Mind Altering Device will serve (will serve) a minimum of 15yrs in federal prison.” Plus a 1-million dollar fine.  Then, if the User of an EMAD had used the Device in the commission of overpowering someone’s mind an additional “ten years per occurrence” would be imposed—plus an additional million dollar fine.
	But what was Tom’s question?
	“Does it work?”
	“Yeah,” giggled Richard, “it does!”
	Tom was then speechless.  He knew the implications of having an EMAD; regardless, he wanted one.  He was a virgin and it seemed like every guy he knew at school was scoring with some girl or another.  He and Richard often discussed who that would like to “do.”
	It was a long list.
	A few teachers were on that list, too.
	But in reality, getting a girl to “do” would have to be done the old fashioned way—or the Bill Cosby whichever.  Not having access to drugs and/or “roofies” made the decision easy—the old fashioned way.
	“We can have a little fun with the girls!” chided Richard.
	Tom’s mind raced.  He nodded thinking of Stephanie and Katey with Corinna…naked!
	“Yeah!” he said gleefully.  But then,
	“My mom.” Looking to his friend dead-on, “What if my mom walks in on us.” As she was apt to do.
	“No matter,” shrugged Richard, “we can zap her, too.”
	Tom wasn’t so sure about that. 
	“W-wh-what will that do to her?  It wont hurt her, will it?”
	“Nah, all this thing does is put a mind to sleep.  The person wont know a thing” and under his breath “and you can do anything—ANYTHING you want to them!”
	“Anything?”
	“Anything.”
	“I’m in.”
	Me too.

	With the possibility of Tom’s mom being a buttinsky she was mind zapped first.  Right in the hall just after everyone else re-assembled in Tom’s room to resume their sociology study.  The boys guided the “asleep” woman to her room and placed her gently on her bed.
	“Damn,” said Richard, “you’re mom’s kinda hot!”
	Tom shot his friend a look, “DUDE!” he shouted in a whisper, “That’s my MOM!”
	“Yeah,” Richard said, “and she’s hot!”
	Tom didn’t think of his mom as “hot.”  She was his mom!
	Laying out in her casual blue pants, matching sandals and a non-matching yellow blouse the woman was in repose.  Shoulder length not-quite blond hair, six foot and one inch, slender build, 36C titties, the woman was hot!
	Tom nudged his friend, “the girls!” he conveyed.
	Richard relented and went to Tom’s bedroom where he lingered outside in the hallway while Tom distracted the group within.
	One by one—by one by one the “group” was put to sleep.
	Tom was awed by the effectiveness of the EMAD.
	“Sonofabitch!” he exclaimed in awe.
	Richard giggled and went right up to Katey hauling out his fuck stick and pressing it to her face.
	Tom’s eyes bulged.
	“Sonofabitch!” he exclaimed again.
	“It gets better!” Richard said; he pressed harder working his cock into the girl’s mouth.
	Tom’s mouth fell open.
	“It gets better!”

	On the bed lay out Stephanie.  Moving her, cupping a cop feel of her titties, squeezing her ass and daringly—daringly fingering her where it counts did nothing to the girl—but did a lot for the boy (Tom) doing all the cupping and squeezing.  He was in disbelief.
	After Stephanie was on the bed (and seeing no action from the stunned Tom) it was up to Richard to help out.  He undone Stephanie’s non-tight jeans and pull them down.  Bright orange panties greeted them; he grinned and his cock grinned more.
	Down came the panties and there she was—naked.
	Well, mostly naked.
	Tom was still stunned—he first live pussy.  Naked.
	“Dude, you gay or what?” queried Richard.
	Tom was naked.
	Richard moved to remove Stephanie’s shoes and then her pants and panties.
	Tom moved to remove his own clothing.  He was sheepishly embarrassed but stood butt naked (with a raging boner.)  Richard then returned to Katey where he laid the girl out on the floor and undressed her completely.  Tom watched him while fondling himself; Richard firstly “went down” on the girl licking her pussy.  No reaction from Katey.  Nor was there any reaction when Richard slid up and slid his cock into the girl’s cunny.
	Whether or not the black teen was a virgin or not wasn’t clear; Tom wasn’t clear on the difference between “virgin” and “not a virgin” and how to tell.  There was no “cherry juice” on the girl’s cunny or on Richie’s schlong.  The boy pumped steadily, pulled out to hump the girl’s gash, then reinserted and continued onward until cumming.
	“Dude,” quipped Richard, “you MUST be gay!”
	‘Huh?’
	“You got a naked babe on your bed and you’re just standing there!?”
	Tom looked to the “sleeping” mostly naked Stephanie.  Then, so, with a shrug, ‘if he can do it…’ and crawled up onto the slumbering Stephanie awkwardly gliding his rock hard cock against the girl’s slit.  His hands moved up and down the girl’s body under her shirt.  When his fingers touched her breasts his cock blasted off.  A squirt of cum exploded from his pisser and natural instinct took over—he dove into Stephanie’s sex and “got busy.”
	Meanwhile,
	Richard went on to the red haired girl, Corinna.

	Although he had cum—that was outside the pussy.  There was immeasurable pleasure INSIDE the pussy.  Tom quickly found himself immersed in pleasure that was beyond belief.  He believed that if he died right then and there it would be ok.  The final act of his illicit boning of Stephanie came with a thunderous explosion equating to a wow factor of ten to the mega ten power.
	And his cock didn’t die down afterwards, either.  After feeling the final jutting squirt he relaxed and lay on the sweaty girl beneath.  Although she was “asleep” her body was not so much.  It was only her MIND that was asleep.  Tom fondled her breasts, tweaked the nipples—then noticed his friend Richard was shagging one of the boys--Randy.
	“DUDE!” exclaimed almost hysterically Tom.
	Richard shrugged saying “A hole is a hole!” and he was buried to the hilt in Randy’s “hole.”
	“W-wh-what the fuck?” Tom was hysterical.
	“Chill, dude, it aint that bad.” And he finished fucking Randy’s virgin cornhole in dramatic fashion.  Pulling out he emptied his tool splooge all over the Korean boy’s ass and balls.
	He heaved, sweated, farted, and played a bit with his dirtied dick.
	Tom didn’t know what to think or do.  There was no way, though, that he would butt hump a dude.  No way.  Maybe.

	Tom went on to fuck Katey.
	Richard went on to fuck Eric.
	Tom and Richard went on to double team Corinna; Richard slamming her virgin poon while Tom tried back door banditry.  The boy were having some kind of fun!  Too much for Tom, his cock ached and he was mentally and physically worn out.  He returned to Stephanie working his smoldering schlong into her dirt chute.  It was awkward; laying on his bed on his side with Stephanie on her side trying to get his prick into her stink hole.
	His back was to the room.  That’s important ‘cause a few minutes later after finally getting his nut he rolled exhaustingly over onto his back realizing that pal Richie was not there.
	‘probably went to pee.’
	Probably.
	But something nagged at him.
	Stumbling up and stumbling out the bedroom he made his was precariously down the hall to the hall bathroom—but had to peek into his mother’s room that was at an angle further down.
	And there was pal Richard fucking his mother!
	Tom was speechless.  His mother lay on her bed butt naked with Richard on top of her “gettin’ after it!”
	Sensing that he wasn’t alone, Richard turned to see Tom.  He nodded and made some sort of quirky grin—never stopped fucking.
	“DUDE!” said Tom wavering between being pissed off, astonished, and shocked.
	“Dude,” replied Richard, “don’t knock it!”
	“WHAT!?”
	“Dude, she probably hasn’t had any since the divorce.  Dis pussy da bomb!” And he strained, arched his back, and power fucked the last bit giving the unconscious/sleeping woman at the end of her thirties a hell of a gusher load of spunk.
	“Sloppy seconds?” giggled the heaving Richard.
	“Fuck you!” exclaimed a peeved Tom, “that’s my mom!” to wit Richard shrugged saying “Yeah?  So what?”  pussy is pussy…sister, cousin, aunt, mother.
	Good point.
	Tom still wasn’t going to fuck his mom, though.

What is it with grandpas?
	Out of the grassy field and into a sparse woody area the miscreant boys happily embarked on their merry way after being ultra-naughty with Jenny Quackles—the unfortunate horse rider.  She would awaken later with a terrible-terrible headache, a concussion, naked, and the feeling of being freshly fucked.
	The boys, naked, paused when hearing voices.
	Unable to determine where the voices were coming from they hunkered down by a creek.  The voices dwindled so it was determined that “whoever” was walking away.  The boys waited.  The day was waning and so the boys got on with their excursion.  Louis would soon have to make his way back home—and to Maggie!
	Just a little ways down the winding creek among the oaks and cedars was parked a not-so-new camper pickup.  A remote camp site was there; rustic picnic table, ice chests, lantern, fishing poles, naked eleven year old on her back on the table, naked grandpa between the naked eleven year old’s legs…
	What-what-what???
	The girl, about eleven, short brown hair, short pants off on the picnic table’s bench, panties dangling from an ankle lay thrashing her head side-to-side.  Her yellow button shirt was unbuttoned and the blue print tee-shirt underneath was pushed up.  No bra.  The naughty grandpa’s hands were all over her budding breasts all the while he plowed the young girl’s pussy.
	The grandpa, about 70ish, with his pants and undies at his ankles, had a huge-huge grin on his face as he put it to his granddaughter.  In the bushes and DJ rubbed his aching dick against Louis’ smooth bare ass.  Louis spread his legs a bit as well as parting a cheek.  DJ took the offering and guided his tool into his friend’s shitter.  As they watched the naughty grandpa DJ sodomized Louis; as the naughty grandpa “got off”—so did DJ.
	The old man stood upright, flopped his cock against the girl’s fresh fucked cunt, “whewed” then seemed to chuckle.  The girl wasn’t chuckle but she didn’t seem mad or even upset.  She had, in fact, one of those plain stoic faces giving no expression of her feelings one way or the other.  She sat up, straightened out her shirts, sighed, glanced at her naughty grandpa’s dick doings, pulled up her panties from her ankle then slid off of the table.
	Not so fast…
	When the girl (Ilene) attempted to step into her panties and re-dress herself, her grandpa, (Daniel) gripped her waist placing her against the old wooden table.  The girl laid out on the table spreading her legs.  She still didn’t look upset but DJ didn’t think she was amused, either.
	Daniel got on his knees putting his face into her butt crack.
	Munch! Munch! Munch!
	The old dirty grandpa seemed to be cornholing, licking his granddaughter’s asshole.  Louis sat up on his knees, his sweaty back up against DJ.  DJ “reached around” to play with his friend’s balls and erection.
	“Goddamn,” whispered Louis, “I aint never seen shit like that before!”
	Neither had DJ.

Is it the water?
	Further down along the same creek and…
	Grandpa Noel looked around for security’s sake; then proceeded spanking the bare ass of his just turned eleven year old granddaughter.  The girl didn’t seem too distressed; she was, by the way, sucking the dick of an equally eleven year old.  He was black and her “best friend.”  The boy was naked.  So was a nearby four year old!
	DJ and Louis had a hard time wrapping their heads around that scene.
	After the birthday girl’s ass was tomato red she was stood and allowed to rub her searing ass.  The naughty grandpa here eyed her—specifically her bald naked cunt.  The black boy was all giggles and fondled his very erect cock.  The naughty grandpa (who looked distinguished, handsome, not very much on the gray hair, fading blue eyes) hoisted his granddaughter onto his naked lap—his NAKED lap.  His manhood was hard-hard-hard.  The birthday girl wiggled a bit as she settled down onto the man’s lap—apparently taking the grandpa’s cock into her asshole!
	Then—THEN the black boy got between their legs and began pumping.
	He was IN the birthday girl’s pussy!
	A bird of some kind distracted the boys—a red tailed hawk screeched right above them—and also dropped a turd onto Louis’ shoulder.  Gross!  DJ clamped his hand over his naked friend’s mouth and the two scurried away.

Maybe something in the air?
	Across the creek, the naked duo spied on…
	A naked man in his 60s was fucking a girl about twelve years young.
	DJ knew her from school, she was in the 6th grade; shoulder length light brown hair, kind of a shy girl, played volleyball and wore red gym shorts with large leg openings—of which DJ occasionally got a panty shot.
	Right by them lay Brittany’s sister, eight year old Samantha.
	She was naked—naked and being fingered by the naughty grandpa, John Ceebee.  The man was seriously putting it to Brittany.  Brittany grunted, thrashed her head one way and the other, made odd sounds, etc.  There was John’s motorcycle nearby with his tear-drop camping trailer.  The trio was on a camping excursion—communing with nature.  They went camping—a lot.
	At length and John got his nut.  Pulling out and he shot an amazing shot up his granddaughter’s body.  The man arched his back and made some sort of bizarre animalistic sound simulating great satisfaction.
	The little girl beside them, Samantha, giggled and turned over—ass up.
	Samantha had dishwater blond hair unlike her sister who had the light brown hair.  John had no hair.  Cupping a feel of Samantha’s ass and John was in his glory.  Brittany remained laying as she was fingering her fresh fucked cunt.  DJ oh so wanted to fuck that cunt.  He fucked Louis’ asshole (again) instead.
	John licked out Samantha’s asshole, fingered the asshole, then fucked it.
	‘I don’t know how much more of this I can take!’ whispered DJ.

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	DJ knew the next girl, too; Kellie Joesjohnson.  She was a cutie pie and also had just recently turned eleven years young.  She had long—super long blond hair.  Not too tall, slender bod, friendly, was learning ventriloquism and had a monkey puppet.  She was comfortable in both dresses, skirts, and jeans.  DJ liked her best when she wore jeans—bitch had a great ass!
	Currently, she was in the cab of her dad’s truck with her dad.
	The truck, faded blue, was parked way-way off the beaten path—no normal roads anywhere.  A couple of creeks were close, lots of woody areas, some huge-huge boulders for climbing (and falling off of) and a small-small lake (or large pond whichever.)
	In the cab of the truck and Kellie was “busy”.
	Kellie was sucking off on her daddy’s cock.  She was!
	Daddy Phil looked around nervously but was assured to some extent that they were alone and unseen.  HA!  Kellie’s tan pants were already at her ankles.  Phil had tilted the steering wheel UP and out of the way of his daughter’s bobbing head.  His hand was “busy” inside Kellie’s panties copping a feel of that ass—that ass DJ more than anything wanted to feel—and fuck!
	And speaking of fucking…
	It wasn’t clear if Kellie got a mouthful of jiz; her daddy had worked her panties down exposing her delicious young ass.  He then scooted down the bench seat back laying somewhat on his back.  Then Kellie’s panties were totally removed and the now mostly naked child was poised on her daddy.
	Next as a resumption of cock sucking while Phil licked out her sweet young hairless cunny.  Phil clamped his hands tightly to the young girl’s ass burying his tongue into the girl’s cunny.  DJ and Louis’ view was ample—they were in a nearby tree using found binoculars in a so-so tree fort.  They also found a joint and a half bottle of whiskey.  But the binoculars gave them a great view of Phil’s tongue action.  And once more—DJ butt fucked his young friend and his young friend liked it!  He did!
	At length at Kellie turned around, pulled off her shirt, rolled down the passenger side window then SCOOTED down to her daddy’s throbbing hard slobbered on cock.  Expertly the girl guided in her daddy’s throbbing hard slobbered on cock into her sex where most of it was accepted.  The fuck was on.
	Neither spy could believe what they were seeing.  It gave DJ a serious boner.  Peering thru the binoculars he could see very well the daddy’s cock going into the girl’s cunt.  The man’s hands were tight on her ass, her cheeks were spread and DJ could see her butthole clearly.  He very-very muchly wanted to fuck that hole.  He wondered casually to himself if he could someday approach Kellie and let her know that he had seen her with her daddy?  Hmmm
	When local moonshiner Caleb Castiniron came crashing unannounced thru the area disturbing the tranquility that rested there—it was time to move along.  Louis had to start making his way home soon as did DJ.

I’ve got a hankerin’…for some spankerin’!
	It’s Molly by golly!
	“Is that Molly?” DJ asked of himself.
	The girl, supposedly “Molly”, was with a guy, Tory Speaks.  He was eighteen; Molly was twelve.  Tory was out checking his father’s field for fence breaks and stray animals.  Accompanying him was Molly by golly!  Family friend; and he was dating her sister!  Convenient!  The two had a good relationship—and then some!
	Taking a break under the shade of a great elm the two consumed sodas and noshed on snacks.  Then,
	“I saw you two making out.”
	Tory shrugged, blushed, “Yeah?  Ok.” So.
	“I like totally saw you guys doing it.” She made it a point.
	“OOOOOH!” replied Tory.  He got it.
	Molly giggled and blushed, “I saw you spanking her, too!”
	‘Goddamn!  Where were you?’ Tory didn’t know what quite to say.
	“She’s doesn’t really like it so much,” pause for dramatic effect “but I do.”
	“She doesn’t really like it?” wait for it.  “What?  Y-YOU do?”
	Molly smiled and nodded.
	While Molly perplexed and nodded her pretty head Tory stared at her in a new light.  “You-you-you LIKE to be spanked?”
	“Uh-huh, but only my dopey boyfriend will do it—and he’s not very good.”
	Tory was officially flummoxed.
	“Do YOU like to spank Trisha?”
	Tory wasn’t sure—it was just a part of foreplay.
	“Well, kinda, I-I thought your sister did.”
	“She doesn, but only ‘cause she thinks YOU do!”
	Molly was cute—even more so than her older sister.  Molly had soft brown hair, incredible blue eyes, a sweet face that was delightful.  Then she had a nice body over all at her tender age of twelve.
	Her sister was also cute, but had blond hair—but it wasn’t her true color.  She had green eyes, though; narrower face and narrower body; a great ass, nice tits, and a dynamo regarding sex.
	For a moment there was an uneasy silence; then—
	“What?” Tory asked seeing Molly’s stare.
	“Well, I was just wondering…”
	“Yeah?  What?  What was you “just wondering?””
	Molly made a quirky face, shrugged, thought it over then blurted it out.
	“Would you spank me?”
	Holy shit!
	“For real?”
	“For real.”
	Tory gulped and then looked around nervously.
	“I-I dunno.”
	Molly nodded, made a sad face and a “I figured so” disappointing face.
	Half a minute later,
	“You really want me to spank you?”
	A slight breeze had come up gently blowing her beautiful hair.  The breeze also brought up the wild herbs in the area, wild roses, and the slight stench of cow shit.  Tory surreptitiously gouged his crotch.  Sitting in his small domesticated pickup on the passenger side he tried to assess the situation that was getting weirder by the second.
	Molly nodded and took a step closer to her sister’s beau.
	Tory looked the not-so-timid girl over; tight jeans, flowery short sleeved cowgirl shirt.  
	“Uh, you wont tell your sister about this, huh?”
	Molly nodded her head, “No way!”
	So Tory shrugged and patted his knees and Molly stepped up.

	Swat!  pause  Swat!  Swat!  pause
	Molly looked back over her shoulder giving her Swatter a look—
	‘is that the BEST you can do?’
	Tory, embarrassed, clenched (suppressing a fart) shrugging “I-I don’t want to hurt you.” To wit Molly shook her head sadly.
	SWAT! a little harder  SWAT!  eh…
	Disgusted, Molly stood up and unhitched her kinda tight jeans pushing them down—much to Tory surprise.
	H-holy shit!
	Lavender tinted panties.  Tory suddenly had wood.
	Molly lay back down across the boy’s knees.
	Tory timidly—very timidly swatted her panty clad ass.
	S-swat.  meek-weak-so-so.
	“Holy shit,” breathed Molly, ‘you’re pathetic.’
	S-swat-swat-swat.
	Molly, resting her chin on the palm of her hand with elbow of same hand on the door rest.  She was bored.
	Swat.  It was still weak but a little better.  Sooooo,
	Molly tugged her lavender tinted panties down exposing her delicious ass.  It was partly reddened from the meek-weak swatting and Tory stared at it.  He liked Molly’s sister’s ass—a lot!  But Trisha’s ass was kinda say—flabby?  Flobby?  But not in a bad way.
	“You waiting for Christmas?” Molly shot the timid teen.
	So he swatted her.  SWAT!  Molly clenched with that bare ass swat.
	“That’s better!” she said.
	“More?”
	“Yes, please.”
	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT! rub-rub-rub…feel-feel-feel…caress.
	Making small circles on the girl’s burning flesh and Tory had a problem—a problem growing inside his own tight jeans.  Molly stood up rubbing her ass.
	“Did I hurt you?” Tory asked.
	“No.” Molly said—Molly lied.  It stung a little, the swatting, but she kinda liked it (it made her cunny tingle!)
	Tory’s eyes went from her oh-so cute face to her equally oh-so cute cunt.
	She was twelve and he could just see tiny hairs thereon.
	His cock demanded attention.
	Realizing that he was noting the girl’s nakedness he looked wildly back up like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
	Molly was all smiles.
	Those eyes!
	“You can take it out if you want.” Molly said, “I’d like to see it.”
	I’d like to see it she said.
	Who was this girl?

	Knowing that the kooky girl had indeed already SEEN his dick Tory shrugged and unleashed the beast.  It was now, though, Up Close and Personal.  And no one about!  Molly feasted her eyes on the nominal teenage boy cock.  She had such a face!  It was glowing!  And she was practically naked!
	Tory felt foolish if not embarrassed.  He never imagined that he would be engaging in such immorality.  Slowly, though, he stroked his cock, waggled it, grew more embarrassed but also…also there was something sinister growing.
	Molly pulled off her shirt then stepped out of her pants and undies.
	She was nude.
	Her sister was good looking when naked…so was Molly.
	Tory was no longer in control of the situation.  Far from it.  Molly came onto him; Tory lay down totally mesmerized.  Molly giggled, blushed, and squashed the beef.  Tory’s hands roamed all over the girl’s naked body; squeezing her cheeks and finding his mind going into a realm of oblivion.  Molly grinded her pussy against Tory’s cock slowly working her way into guiding his cock into her.
	‘we shouldn’t be doing this.’ Was Tory’s thought.  It was just a thought, however, and had no strength.  The only “strength” was Tory’s cock.  Was Molly a virgin?  Unknown.  There was no yelp of having her cherry busted, no cherry juice coating his schlong and balls afterwards.  It was a good pussy, though, snug and very-very cock pleasing.  Molly, though, wasn’t particularly expert in the way of getting laid; Tory didn’t notice or care.  It was illegal, illicit, immoral—and the combo made the affair oh-so fantastic!
	At length, though, Tory re-took the situation and rolled over putting Molly on her back.  His cock dramatically filled the girl’s young cunny and the fuck was on.  Molly made noises, grunts, groans, and had a facial expression expressing wow and Oh-My-God-Wow!
	Tory reached the pinnacle of their illicit union and it melted him.  He couldn’t recall if he had had that same feeling when boning Trisha.  Maybe.  He wasn’t sure.  Trisha WAS his first but he had no recollection of experiencing such a fantastic release of please as he did with Molly.
	When drained and recovered a little he sat back on his haunches outside the truck staring near blankly at Molly’s fresh fucked cunt.  His cum (and her juices) leaking out.  His cock was sizzling.  Sizzling!  That was quite a fuck.  So good that he re-mounted her and did her again!

Alexander and the Oh-So Shitty Fucked Up Bullshit Day
	Written by Some Crack Head Cracker
	Illustrated by Fuck You

	Ever stand in your bedroom naked with your brother beating the shit out of his cock—with YOUR cock?  oh, no?  oh, uh, me neither, then…
	But brothers Brad and Randy did.
	Brad, fifteen, and Randy, thirteen, often stood in their shared bedroom butt bare assed naked whacking their schlongs together in an all-out cock-fight.  Whoever yelled out first was the loser and had to fork over their weekly allowance.  Oh, and the loser also had to suck the dick of the winner.  Oh!
	So far in their brotherly play they were tied at five wins each.
	Up the ass?  Twice each.  Usually it took a few shots of their parents’ expensive whiskey to get them into sex play.  Ball sucking, mutual masturbating, rim jobbing, spanking, an ye olde “up the ass” all required a little encouragement via in liquid form.  The boys easily swayed their younger brother, Mark, to take a few sips and get loaded.  He wasn’t so much into the booze but he took a few hits from a marijuana joint and that got him into doing anything—ANYTHING his reprobate brothers wanted—including getting naked with them and engaging in immoral brotherly love.
	When the younger brother was well fucked up—he was fucked up (the ass.)
	Thereafter, Brad and Randy jacked off onto the passed out brother.
	“Whoever cums first,” said Brad, “the other sucks it off his balls!”
	Randy grinned and jerked his gherkin all the harder—he felt his ball juice swimming.  Unfortunately it was Brad who managed to get his rocks off and coat Mark’s eleven year old ball sac first.  So Randy sucked his brother’s cum coated balls while Brad straddled the unconscious brother’s face placing HIS balls into the boy’s mouth and continuing to jack off.
	
	And so it came to pass that David slew Goliath…
	No, wait…Brad and Randy got their mom drunk.  Not hard to do, she was susceptible to getting loaded easily.  Two glasses of wine, with a strong shot of Nyquil, often did the trick.  This was done when she wasn’t feeling well, had had enough of work stress, had had enough of the boys pestering, had had enough of her husband and his antics, had had enough of having enough.
	When Brad saw his mom having a glass of wine he kicked it up a notch by distracting her so as brother Randy could “fix” the wine.  When Jill, the boys’ mom, killed off the glass of wine, Randy fixed up another but only half a glass and set it before her on the sly.
	Seeing the glass and the haggard woman thought she hadn’t killed the wine off after all.  So she did and then sat still for a long, long time.  then passed out.  Luckily she was sitting on the love seat in the den at the time.  the boys giggled and waited one-two-three minutes before rummaging thru her purse for “extra” allowance money.
	“What?” asked Brad after he had secured a few dollars; later on that day when their dad would come home he would hit him up for extra cash and that would tide him over for the upcoming weekend activities.
	Randy was embarrassed; he shrugged grinning big.  “I dunno, just a thought.”
	“Whattcha thinking about?” Brad said tucking the ill-gotten monies into his pocket.
	“When’s the last time you saw mom naked?”
	Randy stared at his dweeb brother.  “You fuckin’ serious?”
	Although Brad was older, he was some inches shorter than his brother Mark.  Brad also had rich thick jet black hair while Randy had dishwater blond hair.  Mark had red hair.  Hmmm  anyways,
	Randy shook his head, “I dunno, long time ago I guess.”
	“Well,” drawled Brad, “how about now?”
	“DUDE!”
	The boys laughed, then stared at their unconscious mother.
	“What if she wakes up?” asked a concerned Brad.
	“Not likely, she’s juiced up and gonna be out for a long-long time.”
	Wearing knit beige slacks, a non-matching beige silk-like blouse, Jill Taylor was no fashionista.  She wore sensible around-the-house shoes w/ankle sockletts.  Long silky brown hair, beautiful brown eyes—and Randy, that naughty kid, he wanted to see her OTHER brown eye!  OH!
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y the boys stripped off their mother’s clothes.
	“God-fucking-damn!” uttered Brad.
	“Exactly!” giggled Randy.  The boys stripped off their own clothes and cranked their schlong eyeing their naked mother.
	“Who’s first?” asked Randy.
	“Who’s first?” queried Brad.
	“To fuck her, dumbass!” quipped Randy.
	“You mean we’re gonna fuck her?”
	Randy stared at his brother in disbelief.
	“What the fuck, dude, we’re just gonna get her naked and stand here naked ourselves and NOT fuck her?”
	“W-what if she wakes up?”
	“Then we tell her “it’s a dream!” and go with it.”
	Brad was still iffy but shrugged saying “Whatever.”
	“We’ll be grounded forever for this one!” he added.
	Randy giggled and pounded his cock.
	“Cockfight,” he said, “to see who gets her first?”
	Randy was cool with that and the two naked brothers stood naked in the family den beating their meat sticks together while their unconscious mother lay naked on the family sofa.  What a nice afternoon!
	“OW!” yelled Brad as Randy’s determined cock bashing his finally was too much for him.  Randy snickered and slowly crawled into place on his deep sleeping mother.  No foreplay.  He glided his prick up and down the twat that had given him life thirteen years prior and slid his way in.
	“I’m in!” he announced.
	Brad masturbated strongly and stood up at his mother’s head.  On his own he took her outstretched hand having her masturbate him.  Strangely, she also cupped his ball sac.  He wasn’t really aware of it as he was too caught up in the illicit deed he and his brother were doing.
	In and out—in and out—in and out; Randy fucked his mother announcing to the world that he was indeed “a motherfucker!”
	“God—damn!” Randy blurted, “this is fucking great!” prior to the naughty business with their mom the boys had also been naughty with their girlfriends.  Like with their brother and mom, booze got the girls drunk enough to pass out.  No EMAD!  Once the girls were out and then some the horny brothers stripped the girls naked, fingered them to beat all, licked them out, gouged them out, and jacked off onto them.  No vaginal (or anal) penetration.  Randy did, though, daringly place his dick into his girl’s mouth.
	Passion fueled Randy’s lust and he pounded his mother cunt with great vehemence.  Even if she were to wake up he wasn’t stopping.  No way—no how.  He felt the stirrings of his love and ploughed the road until the very end.  By then and brother Brad was in her mouth still unawares that she had cupped his hairy nuggets.  She also seemed to have latched onto his organ and was in fact sucking it!
	Maybe it was instinct?
	Yeah, go with that.
	Randy reached the apex of his incestuous deed by blasting a massive wad of spunk DEEP into his mother’s quim.  His five incher did a marvelous job and sent rivers of shudders throughout his young body.  Jill herself was rocked by waves of incredible orgasmic orgasms.  She made moans and groans and her pussy leaked gobs of pussy juice.
	“That was a good one!” blurted Randy, “Better than your asshole!”
	Brad licked his lips, pounded his meat stick, and looked longingly at his mother cum coated cunt.
	“You’re up next, turd, “sloppy seconds!””
	Brad had no curt reply but moved up positioning himself on his mother.
	Randy stood on wobbly legs methodically handling his fuck stick that was still squirting bits of spunk.  Brad inserted his love tool, closed his eyes right off and almost nearly came right off the bat!
	“Jesus!” he said, “I never knew!” he made full insertion then began to pump.
	As Brad began to pump—and Randy stood idle watching and stroking his schlong, Jill’s hand came up to Randy’s ass caressing it.  He was standing at an angle and somewhat it would be awkward if she took holt of his schlong and/or dangling balls.  Neither boy was aware of their mother’s not-so unconscious actions.
	Brad pulled out to hump his mother’s gash; he strained hard against her then delved back in to complete the job two incredible minutes later.  He cussed a blue streak as he pumped and went into convulsions as his orgasm was way better than butt fucking his brother.
	And speaking of “butt fucking”…
	After getting his nut, Brad sat back panting.  His mind was mesmerized by what he had participated in doing with his brother.  They had done some hellacious shenanigans in their time but shagging their mom was the top boner of them all!
	“Push her legs back.” Randy said.
	“Huh?  Why?  What?”
	Randy had a mischievous look on his sweet young boyish face.
	Brad pushed his mother’s legs back and Randy stuck his head down to take a gander at her brown eye.  Her cunt was neatly trimmed of pubes and her ‘brown eye’ was just a slight shade of “brown.”
	“You gonna fuck it?”
	“Sounds like a plan!” giggled Randy.
	But then the front door was heard slamming and a voice calling,
	“Mom?  Brad?  Randy?  Anyone home?” little pesky brother, Mark.
	“Fuck.”
	“If he sees us…”
	“Little shit will freak out.”
	“Go distract him,” Randy said, “I’ll dress mom.”
	Brad pulled on his pants and headed off to head off Mark.
	Randy paused a moment—but then didn’t dress his mom.  Instead, the incestuous freak attack her asshole.  He wondered if his dad buggered her?  It was a clumsy go to get the angle, he wasn’t all that strong enough to hoist her legs back AND angle his cock into her turd chute.
	It was deemed too much work; she needed to be rolled over.  And in his attempt to do so—he rolled her off the sofa!
	“FUCK!”
	Then, it got worse…
	“DAD’S HOME!” shouted Brad in a panic.
	“FUCK!”
	Redressing their mom was a chore—they bunched up her panties and barely had her re-assembled when the front door was heard yet again.  Mark ran to his dad whispering “Brad and Randy are up to something!”
	Brad and Randy barely had time to sneak out and up the stairs to their room.
	The dad, Tim, came upon his wife; she was slovenly and groggy.
	A conversation ensued with Mark hanging on his father like a shadow.
	Brad and Randy snuck in a quick rinse off shower then bounded down the stairs encroaching upon their family members.  “What’s up!?” they said all glowing.
	More conversation family style with Mark re-announcing that his brothers were up to something.  The boys in question glared at their pesty brother conveying ‘we’re going to pound you later!’ with fists or dick wasn’t made clear.
	Jill wobbled and after plucking a serious wedgie made her way to her bedroom and en suite bathroom.  As she made her way passed her brood—did she wink at her naughty boys?  hmmm

  And then this happened…
	Brad and Randy loved their girlfriends—‘specially when they were unconscious and naked!  Licking out their girls’ poons, gouging their schlongs against the girls’ poons, jacking off onto the girls’ poons.  Then, gouging their schlongs against the girls’ faces, into their mouths, and poking their bung holes.
	The boys also liked doing same unto one another.  Neither considered their actions all that inappropriate OR homosexual.  It WAS homosexual but different.  They didn’t kiss.  They deemed that if they KISSED then that WAS homosexual.  So they settled for mutual masturbating one another, sucking dick, and butt mastering.  It was a hell of a turn on to be naked in their bedroom grinding on one another.
	The boys often embraced one another, grabbed ass, and grinded-grinded-grinded.  No kissing—that was too much.  Sucking cock was a go, though.  Cockfighting was a thing enjoyed, ball sucking, too.  Rim jobbing was a “not so much” but occasionally they did so “on a dare.”
	Was it love?  Brotherly love for sure.  Passion?  Sex?  The boys didn’t know…didn’t care.  They just enjoyed handling one another, spanking, sucking, and butt pounding.
	And when they weren’t butt pounding one another they were doing so to their younger brother, Mark.  He was eleven and easily vulnerable.  Brad usually fucked the boy’s face while Randy took charge of buggering.
	But as much as the scoundrel brothers were into themselves, girlfriends, and little brother, they also were into naughty shenanigans involving their mother.  Only the one time had they had their way with her but they planned on many more occurrences.  Many.
	However,
	Afternoon tea with their mom.  All seemed well.
	“Your dad and I are thinking about putting in a pool.” she began.
	“Whoa!  Really?” said an astonished Randy.  “First a VCR, a computer, and now a pool?  The Taylor family is coming up in the world!”
	Jill smiled and swished her tea glass.  Brad farted.
	“Sorry.” he said being embarrassed, “It slipped out.”
	The boys got into a banter about farting, who farted, and where.
	Jill swished her drink and watched the boys drink theirs.
	At length,
	“Maybe we should go back inside.” Jill said.  It was getting a bit warm out and the mister system hubby Tim had installed wasn’t operating efficiently.
	The boys moved into the house…stumbling along the way.
	Jill smiled and followed them.
	“Geeze,” commented Randy, “you effin drunk or something?”
	Brad bashed into the kitchen counter just inside the house.
	“Whole friggin room is spinning!” he said as he stood on wobbly legs.
	“Let’s go to your room.” Jill encouraged.
	“I-I don’t think I can make the stairs.” Brad said truthfully.
	Not a part of her plan.  Oh well, plans change.  She guided her “drunk” miscreants into the den—which was by second thought just as good as the boys’ bedroom.  She just wanted a little more privacy.  Husband Tim and youngest son, Mark, were out on their own for the day as a part of a father/son thing.
	Anyways, the boys were a little more inebriated than she had anticipated.  She knew that they drank their father’s beer and whiskey and had thought that they had built up a sort of immunity to its side effects.  But then again, she had slipped into their tea some potent sleeping aids soooo…
	The boys languished on the sofa.
	Jill, continuing to smile, pulled off Brad’s shirt first.  He sat wavering with glassed over eyes being very-very sleepy.  Then she removed his shoes and socks followed by undoing his pants and tugging THEM off as well!
	“Uh, mom?” Brad asked in a drunken voice.
	“You’ve peed in them,” said Jill, “you cant go around in wet pants!”
	Yeah, ok.
	Off came his underwear, too.
	Randy, sitting right beside his now naked brother, stared in awe conveying “What the fuck?”
	Jill, on her knees, tossed Brad’s clothes to one side and eyed her naked son’s wares.  Then she looked to her thirteen year old son saying,
	“Either take ‘em off or I’ll take ‘em off for you!” she said sternly.
	Randy, licking his lips, squinting his eyes, fumbled at removing his shirt and had to have help anyways.  Jill also got his pants and underwear off.
	Once the boys were naked…
	“Lay down.” Jill commanded of Brad.
	Brad laid himself out on the drab brown country style den sofa.  Jill then helped position Randy on top of his brother—facing down.
	“Do what you do in your room—that you do so well.”
	It took a little more coaxing but the boys began engulfing the other’s schlong and suck-suck-sucking commenced.  Jill caressed Randy’s ass, squeezed a cheek, spanked the boy’s lily white ass, then clutched his nut sac up between his legs.  Underneath and Brad was sucking hard on his brother’s dong; Randy was bobbing his head totally engulfing HIS brother’s dong.
	Jill took her sons’ doings in, smiled, then undressed herself.
	As the sleeping pill concoction continued to kick in Jill smacked Randy’s ass as hard as she could to “test” his awareness.  The boy shot his head up yelling “OW!”
	He was aware.
	Jill continued to smile and rolled her son off of his brother.  She eyed Brad’s slobbered on cock—it was hard, proud, and for being fifteen years old it was already a six incher!  Jill could hardly contain herself as she plucked from the nearby nightstand a brass washer.  A Number Twelve size washer, a particular washer for the company her husband represented; Binford Products.  Everything from tools and accessories to automotive and accessories.  That listing included washers of every size and type.
	The #12 Binford washer was deemed (by Jill) to be “just right”.  Just right for fitting around her son’s cock.  A cock washer!  It was a snug fit; she fondled his balls then tied a ribbon about the sac.
	“You want to fuck me so bad?  Alrighty, I’ll let ya, but first!” and Jill settled her sex down onto her son’s face.  Wiggling she guided her son’s nose right to her funk hole; her asshole!  
	“Before you play you must pay!”
	“M-mom?” quipped a dizzy Randy, “W-what the fuck!?”
	“Payback!” Jill smiled and she clicked on the computer monitor.
	On the nearby desk was a home computer with a large monitor.
	Randy really was in no shape to concentrate to see what was displayed but Jill had him look anyways.  On the monitor was Brad and Randy naked in their room fondling one another.  Fondling one another, sucking dick, butt fucking.  Also there was the boys sodomizing their passed out brother, jerking off onto his balls and the older brothers cockfighting to see who would suck the cum off of the younger brother’s sac.
	Randy stared and stared but in his drunken state he really wasn’t capable of understanding fully what was going on.  He even got to see a replay of when he and his brother Brad took advantage of their passed out mother!
	“Lick my hole!” Jill said loudly and she gripped her son Brad’s cock squeezing it.
	“HEY!” shouted Brad, “Let go!”
	“Sure, Brad,” said a sly Jill, “I’ll let go when you stick your tongue into my hole!”
	“MOM!” said a startled Randy.  He stared and stared and stared at her.
	Brad wriggled underneath; his mom’s furry twat was right there—right there!  So was her asshole.
	“Suck a fart out of my hole and I’ll let go!” Jill giggled.
	Randy was close to passing out.
	What was a boy to do?  Brad began tonguing his mom’s fart box.  His mind was lambasted, frapped, and pureed.  Was he really licking his mom’s shit hole?  As he did so, Jill relaxed her tight grip on his dick and began instead masturbating him.  With the washer about his cock and the ribbon about his balls—cumming wasn’t going to happen.  This time—THIS TIME and Jill was in control.
	Brad licked, tongued, and gouged his tongue into his mother cornhole; Jill pulled his legs back under her arms and swatted his ass.
	“OW-umph-GOD-mumph-FUCK-DAMNIT!” his words were muffled and Jill wished she had something to jam into his shitter.  She wiggled and wished that she could muscle up a fart!
	And just when her son seemed to be in dire agony about his predicament, momma Jill “went down” on him.  She did!  Firstly, though, she merely rolled her tongue about the super sensitive edging of his cock.  The cock had swelled and there was a bit o’ seepage on the piss slit.  She licked it and diddled her tongue into the hole all the while forcing her funk hole onto her son’s quivering tongue.
	Again she told him, “Put your tongue in me!”
	With his mind totally frapped the fifteen year old soccer player with modest grades, simple boyish charm, tongued out his mother’s crapper.  Jill released the ribbon about his balls then went totally down on his cock.  The act forced the boy to flail his tongue as far as it would go into her shitter.
	Somehow, oddly, like placing a condom on a guy’s dick, Jill removed the washer about her son’s schlong—with her mouth!  A horrendous amount of jiz exploded into her gullet.  She sucked and sucked and power sucked her son’s boner until he was empty.  But she was far from done.
	“Come here,” she said to Randy, “come up here.”
	The middle child was woozy but had a so-so hard-on.  Up onto the sofa he made his way albeit clumsily.  Once there he was directed to “fuck” his brother.  Brad’s legs were still pinned behind/under their mother’s arms angling his funk hole “just right” for plugging.
	And so Randy did.
	Jill took the ribbon cast off from Brad’s balls and expertly tied it about Randy’s balls.  Brad’s crap chute wasn’t as “clean” as Jill’s—she had purged her bowels in anticipation of the meeting.  Brad fucked his brother’s crapper—like had had done so many-many times before and just as he was cumming off Jill had him pull out and ejaculate onto his brother’s nut sac.  She clutched his fuzzy nuggets and released the ribbon allowing a gracious quantity of spillage.
	Then to please her she had the boy suck his brother’s balls clean.

	On their knees against the sofa and the boys one-two were spanked.
	Hard.
	Their tender teenage asses turned a bright shade of red before Jill ceased punishing them.  Well, for the moment anyways.  The boys languished between realities.  The effects of the drugged tea still swam in their system keeping them in line to receive and respond to their mother’s will.
	Onto the sofa Jill sat pulling her legs far back, shoulders to the back of the sofa.
	“Have at it!” she grinned to her sons.  Brad and Randy drunkenly applied their tongues to their mother’s twat and heartily licked her out.  They weren’t as talented as her husband who often times did some lettering from the alphabet.  He usually made it to the letter “G” before she couldn’t stand it any longer and began to cum.
	Neither Brad or Randy were capable of “lettering”; they just licked, nipped, and sucked on her pussy and that was, in fact, good enough.  Then Brad was guided into her mother’s cunt and the proverbial fuck was on.  The boy was only partly aware of what he was doing as the more he pumped the more he sweated and the more he sweated the more the drug swimming in his body allowed him to be “aware.”
	But the situation was so bizarre that he fouled his mind so he so-so thought that he was dreaming.  What a dream!

And then what happened?
	And then Jill was at this “specialty” shoppe downtown where there was a special department located at the rear of the store.  The store specialized in lingerie and other assorted clothing items not normally found in larger department stores.  In the other part of the store there were the likes of body oils, crotchless panties, edible panties, dildos.  Lots and lots of dildos.  Jill made a purchase of oils and panties and dildos.
	“Going to have a fun time tonight?” inquired a perky blond cheerleader type nosey cashier.  
	Jill caressed a large lengthy strap-on and winked to the woman, “We’re going to try!”

My penis was in a book of world records; until the Liberian told me to take it out

Wouldst thou if thou couldst?
	That inner voice…what an ass!
	‘have you done your homework?’
	‘have you helped out around the house?’
	‘have you gotten your sister to go out with your best friend?’
	‘have you jerked off to your sisters one-two-three?’
	‘do you WANT to jerk off to your sister one-two-three?’
	‘how about your girlfriend?  Mom?  Ms. Hoovetree?’
	‘wouldst thou if thou couldst?’
	Wouldst thou if thou couldst?
	His sisters, one-two-three, were seventeen, fifteen, and eleven.
	Sister Jessica?  Well, she was a year younger than himself and naturally they messed around—but not of late.  Not since they were pre-teens.  It wasn’t that Jessica was modest—not in the least.  They feared getting caught; there was never really any private time for them to engage immorally.
	‘but if you COULD get away with it?’
	The thought lingered.
	The inner voice continued.
	‘if there was time, no one home but you and Jessica.  Wouldst?’
	Hmmm time for contemplation.
	Answer:  ‘well, yeah, if—if SHE were willing, too.’
	But of course Jessica was.  Occasionally and it was Jessica who darted naked—NAKED from her bedroom to the bathroom and back to her room (still naked.)  Logan often saw her and she knew it.  Occasionally and Logan also went butt bare assed naked to and fro knowing Jessica could (and would) see.

	And so it came to pass that,
	The Mom of the family took the three youngest siblings out shopping at the mall.  That would take a good long while.  The dad of the family was at the church (where he was a senior pastor!)  That left Logan and Jessica at the house—alone!
	Alone!
	Once the family SUV was out of the drive and down the street, Logan and Jessica had the giggles.  Seldom, very damn seldom, did the two ever-EVER have time alone to themselves.  They giggled.  They didn’t know what to do first.  Jessica looked to Logan; Logan looked to Jessica.  Jessica dashed up the stairs to her room she shared with Karsyn.  Logan followed.
	Jessica was in the shared closet fetching a pair of ratty sneakers she had buried DEEP within.  From the right sneaker shoe she produced “a baggie.”  Yeah, THAT kind of baggie.  Logan was all smiles and took the offered joint.  Jessica had her own and a lighter to go with it.  The two siblings parked it on the floor by the open closet—getting high.
	They sighed together—it was damn good to be finally alone.  Sure, they loved their siblings AND parents—but every now and then there’s some Alone Time that is needed, too.
	They smoked their joints and reveled in the doing.
	“NOW whattya we do?” asked Jessica.
	Logan stretched, held a fart, and still reveled in the happy smoke.
	A stray thought entered into his mind and it was out of his lips before he gave it much thought.
	“Wanna take a shower?” he said.
	“Together?” she asked kind of seriously.
	Logan stammered; but before he could back up and say something else,
	“Ok!” she said standing up began stripping off her clothes right then and there!  Cool!
	Logan had a girlfriend.
	Jessica had a boyfriend.
	Neither one of them were there sooo…
	Jessica was out of her clothes right damn fast—faster than her brother!
	Once shed of her clothing the tall seventeen year old darted from the room dashing to the hall bathroom across from her room.  Logan was in hot pursuit—after stumbling and nearly falling getting out of his jeans.  Jessica had just turned on the shower faucets when Logan came bounding in.  Playfully he grabbed her about the waist; she turned in on him bringing up her knee.
	Not to bash his balls but to glide her knee up against his hip.  Her hands roamed his muscular arms.  There was love there building; more than simple sibling love.  Adoration?  Almost.
	In turn, Logan, half a head taller than she, caressed her arms and pressed her against the outside wall of the shower.  The two embarrassed caressing the other with increasing passion.
	Then they kissed.
	Passion.  Serious deep seeded passion.  A full on mouth to mouth kiss with tongues within flailing all about in a wicked flail.  Their arms and legs akimbo they pressed themselves together with Logan’s hands clamped onto Jessica’s ass; Jessica’s hands clenched her brother’s backside.  They made sounds and began grinding against one another grunting, groaning, moaning.
	“This might be better in the shower.” Logan managed to say.
	Jessica agreed and the two naughty siblings slid into the shower.
	There and with Jessica’s back to the tiled wall she hiked her leg; Logan took holt of hiked leg and gingerly eased his manhood into his sister’s vagina.  The fuck was on.
	Jessica was ready to shatter.
	Threading her fingers thru his thick hair he hadn’t had cut let alone trimmed in years she made a fist pulling him into her closer. 
	Logan giggled and snickered.
	“What?” asked Jessica.
	“I love the fact that you look all sweet and innocent.”
	Jessica gouged her knee into his side.
	Logan gouged his cock into her pussy.
	She didn’t need him to tell her what he needed; she needed it, too.
	They exhaled in synchronicity.  It was all about the pleasure.  Grabbing her hips and Logan grounded himself into her.  Their lips encased with tongues lolling in some wild freakish passion.  A dynamic thrust and Jessica nearly lost herself.  And she wouldn’t have cared if she had.
	Words were beyond them; when they parted lips she saw in his eyes adoration.  His cock was powerful and dramatically sent shivers throughout her young lithe body.  His hips began to move faster—faster—faster!  The grind was like nothing she had experienced so far.  So far.  She was seventeen had since thirteen she had had horny boyfriends one-two-three-four-five.  None rocked her world like her brother was doing.
	Their friction drove her into a blinding orgasm.  Logan expelled his own orgasmic juices—his cock swelled within her sex; she clung to him and once more their mouths met.  Logan’s hips moved again—faster to mimic the franticness of their passion.  Jessica felt ready to drop to the shower floor.  Wrapping her arms about his shoulders she held herself up noting that her brother hadn’t withdrawn his love tool.  

Wouldst thou if thou couldst? II
	Of course it was a natural that siblings spy on one another.  It was a given.  Some reasonings were for curiosity; some sibs spied on the other to gain useful information; and sometimes that information could be used for blackmailing schemes.
	Karsyn wasn’t spying on her siblings for blackmailing but for “useful” information.  She was also curious.  She was also shocked and somewhat alarmed when she saw her siblings engaging in less than Christian followings.
	And at one point Karsyn was spied on spying.
	Luckily and it was Jessica.
	Peeking into the room Karsyn was peeking into—and there was Logan hammering his hammer.  Just the mere peek made Jessica “moist.”  It had only been a couple of days since their encounter in the shower and the feelings of their illicit union lingered.
	Karsyn didn’t get “moist” from her peeking but there was a tingling.
	“Why do boys do that?” she curiously asked of her sister.
	“Same reason we do it,” Jessica supplied, “it feels good!”
	Karsyn was the one family member who was shy.  She was very curious, and shy.  When she fingered herself she did so privately, in the shower, under the covers, and usually most often in secret.  She was even shy if not embarrassed about being naked in the presence of her own sister!
	‘if you could fully see your brother, Logan, naked—would you look?’
	A time or two, or three, Karsyn had seen her brother David naked.  No biggie, he was two year younger and she had seen him off and on naked thru their growing up years.  Nothing perverted, nothing sexual.  But they were in their teens and things were a little different—for one, they were “aware” of their sex and sexuality.
	And Karsyn was aware of Logan and Jessica “doing it.”  She hadn’t seen them “do it” but was aware; when she came home one time the two wore their guilt on their faces.  At first and Karsyn didn’t know “what the eff?” But soon fingered it out.
	“What was it like?” she asked—instead of “OMG!” There was no shock, no OMG, no “You are SOOOO going to Hell!”  their daddy was a preacher and they well enough knew the bible.  And although there were contradictory passages and confusing language concerning “incest” the shy girl and her siblings were aware of sex, various sex acts, and what constituted the whole realm of.
	Karsyn was also aware of the younger siblings “doing it.”  Of that and she witnessed the “doing it” in person.  Well, spying; via the not-so-closed bedroom door.  In the household and it was brother Logan who managed to have his own room.  He was the oldest and so…
	Jessica and Karsyn shared a room as did David and Mackenzie. 
	Once more and the spying sibling did not become horrified at what she was spying on—in fact, she found herself slipping her fingers inside her panties and “getting after it.”  In the boy/girl room the configuration was the brother/sister had a bunk bed system with David on top.  When Karsyn was observing them it was indeed David on top!  Both were butt bare assed naked; no one else was in the house (or supposed to be.)  Karsyn had snuck home from supposedly spending the day with a friend; but the friend got sick and Karsyn made herself scarce.  She had thought of sneaking off to the mall—a no-no from her parents.  Although she was fifteen she was not allowed to traipse to the mall without a friend, two or three of them, AND letting a parental unit know her whereabouts.
	So, ice cream!  A bath!  Running amok about the house naked!  Ice cream!
	The boys were off doing boy things, big sister was at a basketball game for her school, and the parental units were counseling young couples whose marriage was on rocky times.  Karsyn couldn’t get home fast enough.  The house to herself!  That didn’t happen too often.  David and Mack were supposed to be off with their friends, too.
	After ice cream (still clothed) she thought of the bath.  There were five kids and two bathrooms for them to utilize.  There was a full bath and a half bath on the ground floor (but that was supposed to be for guest and stay-overs.)  Mom and Dad had their own bathroom and the kids had theirs in the hallway; the girls their own and the boys their own.  But as usual, they were always “occupied.”  Karsyn loved lounging in the bath, soaking with perfumes and whatnot—but always got interrupted by someone having an “emergency.”
	Just as she topped the stairs she heard noises.
	Mom and dad home for a quickie?  Karsyn knew what “quickie” entailed.
	No, it wasn’t mom and dad.
	The “noise” was cumming from David and Mack’s room.
	Karsyn made her way stealthfully as possible discovering the younger sibs’ bedroom door open just a bit.  It was for security purposes—to let the miscreants know when someone was home.  But, the two were so engaged in passion that they wouldn’t have heard telltale sounds of someone traipsing up the stairs, slamming front doors.  They would have been busted.  Bad if it HAD been mom and or dad; not so much anyone else.
	The sibs of the house were not known for being tattletales.  Mischievou—yes; but they would rat someone out—well, not unless it was beneficial for the ratter.  Anyways…

	There was young David, thirteen years young—fourteen in seven months—on top of naked Mackenzie.  She had just turned eleven five months prior.  Mackenzie was in no distress; she had her arms and legs about her brother clawing at him begging him “FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  OH-FUCKING-GOD FUCK ME!”
	Such niceness from a “good Christian girl.”
	And David did his best to please.  Karsyn could barely see, though; she had to open the door just a bit more to see her brother’s sweaty lily white ass going Up and Down.  What she wanted to see was, though, his cock.  She wanted to see his thirteen year old schlong slamming into Mack’s eleven year old cunt.  She heard the “noise” of their illicit union; there were gruntings, moanings, and other carrying ons; the two were amass of arms and legs; they engaged in several positions switching from the Missionary to the Reverse and side-by-side.
	And when it was Mackenzie on top, sitting up, grinding her sex against her brothers—did she slyly cock her head over her shoulder glancing at the door?  Mack had a full head of frizzy hair; it was soft, luxurious, kinky, reddish brown, and a lot of it.
	Karsyn suddenly found herself with “wet” fingers.
	It freaked her out.
	Was she having an orgasm because of her younger sibs being naughty?
	Was she getting off for some other reason?
	Whichever, whatever, the girl fled hustling to her room where she did indeed strip off her clothes flinging her body onto her bed and “getting after it.”  And that’s how sister Jessica found her.

	Her young mind was just whacked—too confusing to comprehend fully the questions posed to her:  ‘if you could have sex with your brothers, would you?’
	Logan.
	David.
	Logan.
	David.
	Both boys she had seen naked.  Both boys she had seen hammering.
	Both boys she DID imagine herself messing around with.  And to what degree was that “messing” around?  That was a big question.  Karsyn kinda/sorta wanted to feel of her brothers’ schlongs.  Just to see (feel) what it would be like.  Sex?  hmmm she wasn’t sure if she could submit to that.
	“Have you and Logan…done it?” Karsyn drawled out her question.

	Sitting on her twin size bed just across from her sister that night around midnight, Jessica blushed and nodded.  Her face was all aglow; there was just the nightlight on the nightstand between their beds giving off the light and it was on low.  Being on the top floor it was alright to leave a window open allowing soft breezes to drift in to soothe fevered bodies.  The breezes did little, though, to soothe fevered thoughts.
	Jessica, sitting with folded legs clad in her long print tee-shirt with large open legged strippy shorts, fingered herself.  Karsyn sat on her bed clad in a long-long tee-shirt and panties (lavender).  She wasn’t fingering herself but her hands were down there anyways.
	“W-what was it like?”
	Jessica blushed more; pursing her lips she closed her eyes recalling that special day when she and Logan were in the shower.
	“It was magical.” she said at length.
	Karsyn licked her lips and her thoughts languished.  She wanted to know but had no clear idea.
	“D-did you suck him?”
	Actually, she hadn’t.  They had gotten carried away with one another; no foreplay.  It was hard passion and no time for sucking.  That would cum later.
	“It was a hot mess.” Jessica finally explained.
	That got Karsyn’s attention.
	“There’s nothing to compare,” Jessica said, “it was incredible.  Incredible passion; we locked our bodies as one and … and …”
	“So you did it?” and “Was it your first time?”
	Jessica nodded.  “It was magical!” she repeated.
	Laying back on her bed, legs still folded, hands still “poised” the blossoming teenager fraught with raging hormones, thought of making love with her brother.  From her vantage point and Jessica could see “movement” beneath her sister’s tee shirt.
	She was ready.

	Saturday
	Jessica—basketball game lasting at least the entire afternoon.
	David—hanging with his peeps at a remote control car event.
	Mackenzie—hanging with her peeps at a peep’s house.
	Parental Unit One (Dad) golfing for the afternoon.
	Parental Unit Two (Mom) afternoon socializing with her peeps.
	Logan—home.
	Karsyn—home.
	What possibly could happen?
	The curve of her hips, that sweet face, her nicely developed breast, and dat ass!  Sure, a time or two, or three, he had seen her naked, usually in her panties, though.  No biggie.  In turn, she had also seen him in his skin and undies.  Again, no biggie.  And in turn, Karsyn regarded her brother Logan as something of a heartthrob.  No a hunk, but close—real close.
	Neither sibling knew that the other sibling was at home—alone.  Well, maybe Logan did.  They met in the hall coming out of their bedrooms but it was Karsyn who was most startled.  Logan smiled.
	“Hi.”
	Karsyn, embarrassed AND startled, shrugged.
	“Hi.” she said.
	“I thought I was alone.” Logan said.
	“I-I thought I was alone.”
	“So, we’re alone together!” the big brother smiled and Karsyn felt herself melting.  She knew where the others of the family were and about how long they would be gone.  Of course, there was the unpredictability factor to factor in.  family members had a habit of re-appearing unannounced at any time.
	But for the moment…
	“Soooo, what’s your plans?” Logan asked off-handedly.
	“No plans,” Karsyn said shrugging again, “just hanging loose.”
	The girl was comfortable in jeans, shorts, skirts, and dresses.  Jessica was comfortable in jeans and skin.  Logan was comfortable in Jessica…
	Logan stepped closer to his shy sister.
	“Maybe we can do something—together?” he smiled and Karsyn gushed.
	‘Oh shit!’
	Karsyn didn’t move as her brother approached.  He was much taller than she, of course, and indeed—he was way handsome.  Way.  All of a sudden and the girl’s nipples became-erect.  Between her legs and there was a swamp.  Was today the day?  There was an aroma of cologne from her brother—the cheap kind but it was ok.  Logan’s hands came up her arms; Karsyn had no idea what she was to do.  She had a boyfriend but she was gushy about him.  There was no boy in her school—or church—that she was gushy for.  No boy thrilled her and she had to wonder if there was something wrong with her.
	She gushed, though, for Logan…her brother!
	There were words on her lips—but that was as far as they got.
	Logan’s hands had made it to her shoulders and pulled her into him.
	She clung to him.
	It felt good.
	Was it love?  The trueness of a brother and sister?  Or  something else?
	Karsyn didn’t care; to be held, to be fondled, embraced, all felt dramatic.
	Karsyn wrapped her arms about her brother and squeezed him.
	Logan smelled her hair and embraced his sister all the more.  For the moment and she was NOT his sister but someone to love—like, in bed.  Or the shower.  Or the hallway.
	Karsyn looked up and Logan was looking at her.  He smiled and Karsyn felt all warm (and gushy) inside.  Pressing the girl against the wall Logan’s eyes began taking her in.  His hands began roaming—slowly.  Karsyn’s eyes never left her brother’s handsome face.
	Her boyfriend, Chaz, had a cool name; he was nice, polite, she never heard him fart in her presence, didn’t cuss, always funny, always happy.  But Karsyn hadn’t thought of him in a “boyfriend” type way.  She hadn’t thought of him as someone to possibly have sex with.
	Logan?  Yeah, she thought of him as a sex partner more than once.
	Around her shoulders and “down” went Logan’s hands.  She felt herself melting against him—and it was nice.  Emptying her mind of whimsy her hands fumbled their way about going about his backside before slowly (and finally!) coming down to his jeans.
	Could she blow him?  Could she really “go down” on him?  Her own brother?  What would it be like?  Jessica said going down on a boy was like sucking on string cheese.  String cheese!  Karsyn didn’t think so but then she had no one she had gone down on to make the comparison.
	Could she undo his jeans?
	Her mind paused as suddenly—suddenly her dress was being raised.
	Her heart began to pound.  Wild thoughts other than whimsy flooded her mind.  Were they about to “do it” right there in the hallway!?  Oh!  W-what would it be like—to have sex—with her brother!? Oh!  Oh!  Karsyn couldn’t comprehend the act of sex let alone with her brother.  She ached, though.  She felt that she needed to change her underwear.
	Then, hands other than her own came to caress her ass.  Pursing her lips, closing her eyes, her heart pounding near out of her chest, Karsyn laid her head against her brother’s chest.  She felt his hands about her ass—then—THEN slipping inside her panties.
	‘Maybe you shouldn’t wear panties today.” Suggested Jessica before she left out of the house that day.  Karsyn didn’t know why her sister would say such a thing, or suggest.  It was odd and Karsyn didn’t think anything of it.  Now she wished she had of.
	No matter, she was melting against her brother; his fingers probed inside her cheeks and she couldn’t help but to clench.  She wanted to relax.  Then, inside her head,
	‘feel of his boner.’
	What an odd thing for her mind to say!
	Slowly, slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y she let her hand drop and then every so much slowly brush her hand against him.  She indeed found that her brother had a boner.
	Well, duh!  His home alone with his knock-out sister, they’re clinging to one another tenaciously, and he’s copping a feel of her ass!  Boner away!
	Being very-very timid Karsyn copped her own feel—of her brother’s boner.
	Logan had paused as his usually shy sister fondled him.  She seemed to be fumbling in her attempt to undo his jeans then more so as she tried to unzip his pants.  Logan moved his hands to his jeans and undone-unzipped them pushing them and his undies down passed his ass—successfully freeing his “boner.”
	With her head bowed down Karsyn very muchly saw her brother’s schlong.
	It was huge!
	‘touch it.’ the voice in his head urged.
	Karsyn paused but then wrapped her fingers about the boy’s dong.
	It was hot to the touch.
	Logan sighed, deeply.
	“Before we do anything else,” suggested Logan, “w-why-why don’t we move into your room?” he was losing composure.
	Karsyn pursing her lips nodded and whirled around returning to her bedroom.  Logan would have been more comfortable in his room but it was some doors down and he didn’t want to lose the special moment that was.
	It was a “spur of the moment” type thing—as soon as Karsyn was in her room she pulled off her dress over head in one fluid motion.  Turning to face her brother—who hadn’t pulled up his pants so his dong was just hanging out there for her to fully take in—her pretty eyes widened exhibiting both shock and ah and also a significant wow factor.
	Logan, a little embarrassed, stroked his more than adequate teen boner.
	Karsyn slid her panties off and quickly undone her bra.
	She was naked.
	Logan drank her in.  Karsyn stood awkwardly against her bed slyly covering her bare nakedness.  Logan peeled off his clothes and stood gallantly not being shy and no longer embarrassed.  Approaching his shy naked embarrassed sister he took her to him pressing his boner against her.  She in turn hugged him.  Then she looked up to him grinning with a juxtaposition of giddiness and “I cant believe I’m doing this!” among other twisted emotions.
	The “voice” in her head seemed to have suddenly gone silent!
	(it should be noted that the bedroom door was shut as Logan entered the bedroom; a security measure.)
	Logan parted himself from his sister at an angle.  The girl looked down and saw her brother’s dick and marveled at it.  Was she lusting?
	Karsyn was sorta/kinda flabbergasted but once more put her fingers about the prong and lightly masturbated her brother.  Logan held her sister; there wasn’t much more he could do as they were standing.  There were a ton of questions he wanted to ask; ‘do you know how to suck?’ and ‘do you know how to fuck?’
	Then, THEN—to his amazement—the usually timid girl began moving down to her knees.  She did!  She was eye-to-one eye.  Logan playfully waggled his cock as he held his own fingers to its base.  Already and there was seepage at the piss opening.  Karsyn licked her lips and seriously contemplated what she was to do.
	And just as she was about to flick her tongue and “go down” on her brother, the door opened.
	Both siblings gasped—a parental unit?  Another sibling?
	If it were a parental unit the explanation of how they were naked with one about to perform oral sex would be hard to explain.  But there was no one.
	“I-I guess I didn’t close it all the way.” Logan said.  He sighed—‘whew!’
	Karsyn stared and stared at the bedroom door.  It didn’t open all the way, just enough to say—let someone squeeze in?
	‘take his cock,’ resumed the voice in her head, ‘roll your tongue about the head, diddle the piss slit, go down—slowly.’
	Blinking her brown eyes, cocking her head, the usually timid girl followed the instructions from her head.  To describe the “taste” of her brother’s cock—she couldn’t.  It was weird and not at all like “string cheese” as supplied by her sister.
	Rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown of her brother’s dick head was a unique sensation to Karsyn just the same.  And she found herself diddling herself, too!  While her tongue rolled about the head of Logan’s bone Karsyn fingered her sex.  Her other hand cupped her brother’s fuzzy nuggets.
	Then it was ALL THE WAY DOWN.
	THAT was a unique sensation.  It wasn’t Logan’s first time but the sensation of his sister going down on him still erupted unique feelings.  Placing his hand behind his sister’s head he “helped” her in her efforts to please him orally.  There was a slight gag reflex very muchly making it that it WAS Karsyn’s first time sucking.  Pulling out and Logan humped his sister’s face.  She wasn’t too much into that but—BUT allowed it.  His hairy nuggets were tight against her face; she suckled them (but wasn’t so enthused.)
	Then it was onto her bed.
	Logan’s first move was to get into her and fuck her brains out.
	But he held back not wanting to spoil the moment.  Instead, he caressed her; cupping her breasts he managed to allow the moment to linger and the lust to blossom.  Lightly and Logan tweaked the girl’s nipples; they were stiff and hard—hard enough to cut glass!
	Karsyn was undulating; her body was heaving and rivers of sweat had began covering her young body.  Logan’s cock was ready to blow.  He had to slow down but it was damn hard to do considering.  Fingering her pussy was on one hand a great idea; on the other hand—his cock was ready to blow!  But finger-finger-finger!
	Logan’s finger on perpetuated the situation causing the young sibling to go into convulsions.  She made noises and carried on so!  Jessica hadn’t been that bad.  And at length Logan could no longer hold back and rolled on top of his sister.  There he glided his cock against her slit—but—BUT did not enter her.  Instead, he humped once-twice-thrice…then slid down to his knees on the floor.  Karsyn’s legs parted and he noshed.
	Karsyn immediately freaked out.  She wasn’t outlandish about it but her body did more than “undulate.”  She thrashed, twitched, and went into near convulsions as her brother’s tongue tongued her.  She had no idea that that mere oral act could excite her so.  It felt good!
	Logan’s tongue lapped doggedly all about his sister’s quim; occasionally nipping the lips but mostly driving his wicked tongue DEEP into his sibling’s snatch.  Exploration took on a whole new level—and he got his face fucked in the process!  Karsyn exploded her sex onto her brother’s face nearly breaking his nose!
	Soon, though, his cock demanded attention.  His tongue was wearing out and the need to fuck grew intense.  If just licking her pussy out got her so emotional what would fucking her with his dick be like?  Let’s find out!

	It wasn’t short, it wasn’t sweet—it was LONG and it was DEEP!
	Logan’s cock slid nicely into his sister’s cunt causing him to shudder all over.  His toes curled!  There were feelings erupting inside him he couldn’t explain or put words to.  No words were necessary, though.  The pussy was good!  Once the pumping got going there was no stopping—not even if Mom and/or Dad came in on them.  He was going to get his nut regardless.
	Karsyn languished in a sea of wow.  The description of “sex” from her older sister failed to live up to actually getting laid.  Clinging to her brother she reveled in the revelation that sex was awesome!  She pumped back and couoldnt believe how wonderful getting dicked was—even if it WAS by her own brother.
	Mind blowing sex isn’t just about technique; much more to it than that.
	At some level sex is about focus.  For Logan and Karsyn it was about passion.  The two embraced one another steadfastly grinding and grinding unleashing into a turbulent explosion of their union.  Karsyn wrapped her legs about her brother’s waist and began making odd noises.  There was some pain and discomfort from the initial destruction of her intact hymen but it had passed; replaced by incredible sensations that were—sensational!
Two sisters down—one to go!
	And then there was Daphnia.
	Daphnia was…a little weird.  No, a LOT weird.  A nice girl; was an artist, folk singer, viewed the world a little differently than most folk—and most folk viewed her a little differently, too.  She was a family friend.  She was nice, kind of a big girl—not fat—not chunky; big boned?  Big thighs, some “cushion for the push’n’”  She was seventeen and since age thirteen she had eyes for Logan.
	“My folks are gone for the weekend,” the quirky girl said to Logan one special weekend day, “you can come over if you want.”
	Hmmm interesting choice of invite.
	Logan didn’t see the weird girl as she saw him—an interest.  But an inner voice within Logan said “Go for it!”
	Doing various chores around the house warranted Logan to think that he deserved a break—and a cold glass of ice tea provided by Daphnia.  The biggish girl with the possibility of having some hooters as she continued to grow was all smiles.  She had a nice face; most often always all smiles.  Emerald green eyes; light make-up, reeked of orange blossoms, small teeth, big tits.  Logan could easily overlook her eagerness and “bigness” for her genuine sweet friendly being.
	They had polite chat outside on the covered deck sipping tea; then it got too hot and so they merged indoors to the breakfast nook.  More polite chatting; school, parents, friends, church, cars, shit like that.  Then—
	“Would you like to see my room?”
	Hmmm
	“Careful,” said the voice in his head, “but go for it anyways.”  Just be cautious.  Logan followed the big butted girl upstairs to her room where he was not quite prepared for—her room.
	A little gothic; posters, pictures, implements.  Goth music, bizarre pictures and posters of artist he had never heard of; killer clowns from outer space; dolls with missing heads, arms, legs, and painted in clown make-up; on the walls dangled wide belts, wooden paddles supposedly for some college game, and general spooky “get the fuck out of there NOW” shit.
	But Logan lingered—lingered by the door.  Daphnia showed off her room; dark drapes kept the room dark; there was a ten-gallon fish tank on the dresser with no goldfish that were “gold” but black—with those huge bulging eyes.
	“Edgar.” she told the name of the lone fish.  The tank was large enough for other fish—she probably ate them.
	But she was friendly!  And she noted Logan’s eyes on the black studded belts hanging from the wall.  They seemed to be more than just “accessories.”
	Daphnia smiled and blushed a little.  With a shrug she said,
	“I kind of like to be spanked.”
	Holy shit!  What?
	Logan checked her.  “Huh?”
	“The belts and the paddles, yeah, I’m weird like that.”
	“Spanked?  Really?”
	“Yeah, but hardly anyone will do it and I don’t mess up around home so mom and dad don’t yank my clothes and give it to me like I like.”
	Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
	“Wow.” Was about all Logan could muster.  ‘Holy shit!’ was his inner voice’s comment.
	Then the quirky girl looked dead into Logan’s eyes,
	“Would YOU spank me?”
	Would a politician take a bribe?  Would a priest take a boy?  Would a Jew take a penny?  Logan shrugged, “Uh, I-I guess so—if you want me to.”
	Daphnia was so happy!  She clapped her hands and twirled—actually twirled.  Then she plucked a 3-inch wide black studded belt from the wall, doubled it and “SNAPPED” it in the air to make it crack.  The sound/action startled Logan who glanced at the still open bedroom door.  He still had a chance to dart and run for his life.
	But he took the girl’s belt and while he looked it over—the weird neighbor girl turned and hiked up her red/black plaid mid-thigh dress!  No black panties but deep red ones.
	Although there was a Goth theme in the room, the girl was not “Goth.”  She liked Goth music, art, knick-knacks, and shit like that but wasn’t a follower.  She just appreciated the Goth life.  She had full sized bed with dark blue covers; above the headboard was some sort of art depicting a creepy fiery grinning pumpkin king slicing off the head of a Halloween trick-or-treater in a pumpkin patch.  Creepy.  Very-very creepy.
	Anyways, Daphnia pushed down her panties and laid across her bed.
	Logan was stunned.
	There she was—bare butt bare.
	And there he was holding a wide black belt.
	He had the weirdest boner.
	Oh well…
	The first smack was weak.
	From the angle he could see the girl’s furry cunt.  When she laid herself down she had drawn her hands up to her chest—after Logan’s weak belting she put her hands to her ass rubbing them tapping her fleshy flesh saying “Harder!”
	So Logan obliged and smacked her bare ass.
	Then again.  The girl wiggled, giggled, farted, and clenched herself.
	Giggled?  Farted?  Oh my!
	When her ass was just a little red she rolled over and there it was—pussy!
	She needed to trim her quim but it wasn’t bad.  It was doable.
	Daphnia fingered herself, fingered her clit and was deep into arousing herself.  And in doing so she had gotten Logan aroused, too.  But the spanking had already gotten him going.  The girl’s eyes were glazed over and she seemed to be looking upon him hungrily.
	“You can fuck me if you want.”
	‘It’s a trap!’ said his inner voice.  ‘Run fool, run!’
	But of course, he didn’t.  Instead, he stripped off his clothes; bits of cum was already leaking from his pisser.  Daphnia sat up and HUNGRILY feasted on Logan’s offering.  Sliding off the bed she smacked her lips and devoured Logan’s boner.  All the way down from the get-go; then she rolled her tongue about the crown, diddled the piss slit, and then masturbated him until he shot his load.
	There was no stopping the flow of cum.  The orgasm was magnificent!  It couldn’t have felt better had it been IN the weird girl’s cunt.  She sucked him and sucked him and sucked him; then, smacking her lips, grinning, she got back on the bed, spread her legs, and patted her pussy inviting him in.
	And just as Logon was about to do so—Daphnia shook her head patting her pussy.
	“Can you spank me there first?”
	Can you spank me there—first?  Her pussy?  Wow.
	Logan’s inner voice was silent.
	Picking up the belt Logan had some doubts.  The door was still open and he could make a run for it.  But again, he didn’t, and bashed Daphnia’s furry cunt with the belt.  Daphnia thrashed as she was belted shouting “OH! YES!” and furiously fingering herself—it blew Logan’s mind.
	One smack, two smack, three smack, four! And Logan’s cock was as hard as it ever had been AND bits of cum was once more dripping.  Dropping the belt he came onto the odd seventeen year old and easily slid his cunt hungry cock into her.
	Daphnia continued to thrash; grabbing holt of Logan she latched onto the naked wonder and pumped tenaciously back into him seemingly melding their bodies as one.  Wrapping her legs about the hunky teen she dutifully cemented their relationship.
	The fuck was on.
	For more on this story please turn to page 395.

Mackenzie
	There’s weird, there’s strange, there’s bizarre.
	Then there’s Mackenzie.  The youngest member of the family had some quirks about her; she was a math wizard for one, and a chess master for another.
	The chess mastery was a bit of a quirk as most times the girl played alone—and played both sides of the chess board!  She loved school; another quirk.  All subjects pleased her.  She also was an avid aviation hobbyist; she had completed two vintage aircraft—a biplane from 1930s era and a P51 Mustang, too.  She was also into rocketry, robotics, and her thirteen year old brother, David.
	There was no need for the Inquisitor to ask “would you fool around with your brothers?” because the youngest member of the family already was.  Well, with the brother she shared a room with.  So far, though, she hadn’t had any progress with the older brother.  (but she wanted to!)
	And did the older brother want to fool around with the youngest member?
	The thought crossed his mind.  She was younger than Jessica and Karsyn and that was a bit of the problem.  Messing with the two older girls was one thing; fooling around with the youngest member could be serious trouble; morals notwithstanding.
	But regardless—yeah, the answer was a Hell Yeah! that Logan wouldst if he couldst FUCK his eleven year old sister.  He knew that she was partly willing, he knew from viewing that she was having sex with David.  If they were doing anything else he wasn’t sure—like sucking, spanking, up the ass, shit like that.  But he sure wanted to find out!
	Logan pretty much fingered that the girl was naughty and wouldn’t be aghast at seeing him naked; masturbating; fucking one of the other girls, shit like that.  All that was required, though—was timing.  Ever since the amusing scenario crept into his mind (as per suggestion from his inner voice) family members had lingered at the house.  Finding time to enact his plan on messing with Mackenzie just wasn’t happening.
	Then one day…
	Playing a little volleyball in the morning at the nearby park; helping a friend move; hanging with his peeps at the local pizza parlor, knowing his folks would be gone for the evening for a church function—no kids allowed! paved the way for Logan to slip home and see what he could get (his dick) into.
	He knew Jessica was out for the evening, too; basketball game.
	Karsyn was hanging with her own peeps and someone else’s home.
	David was too as well also.
	Mackenzie.
	Hmmm.
	The girl was secretive about her “whereabouts.”  Usually a shrug when someone asked her of her plans.  She had a whimsical smile, dazzling eyes, and an air of mischievous about her; an indication that she was up to something.  Logan wanted to know what.  He wasn’t quite prepared, though, for what he found out.

	Just before 5PM and Logan managed to slip away from his friends and sneak home.  No cars in the drive, no lights on in the living room or kitchen.  Logan went into the two-story abode via the backdoor to the kitchen.  The patio door made a noise but the kitchen door thru the garage did not.
	The a/c was on but no other sounds.
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y he made his way up the stairs pausing at the landing turn before proceeding.  At the top of the stairs he paused again—this time he heard noise.  Took him a moment to make the determination of what he was hearing.
	Someone humming.
	Someone splashing.
	Someone in the hall bathroom bathing.
	The girls’ bathroom.
	It wasn’t exclusive to the three girls in the family but it was designated “theirs.”  Logan traipsed carefully knowing where the floor squeaked and avoided them.  The bathroom door was open just a bit.  This allowed Logan to peer in and see his sister Mackenzie in the bathtub humming and bathing away.
	Logan waited.
	He farted.
	He gouged the heel of his hand to his aching bulge—long had he wanted to fuck Mackenzie.  When putting it to Jessica and Karsyn he kind of slipped into his mind the quirky eleven year old.  There were so many things wrong with that line of thinking—that line of want.  She was his sister and she was eleven.
	‘go to her room—wait for her there.’ suggested the voice in his head.
	Hmmm
	Having no other thoughts on what he should or where he should do it—he did!  Should he be naked when she came in?  nah, that would be a bit much.  His mind raced as he tried to come up with a reason for him being in her room—although she shared it with David soooo; searching for something of David’s came to mind.
	And whilst he was searching for something of David’s he came across something of Mackenzie’s.  On her desk was a notepad with scribblings.  Logan thought at first it was something for school.  On closer inspection…no.  The scribblings were of something of a short story and once Logan got to reading it—it was definitely not for school!
	Listening for any telltale signs of intrusion, Logan perused the notepad, written in cursive and very well written, too.  Logan had no idea there was an aspiring writer in the family; Jessica was into sports—and boys.  Karsyn was into…getting thru school and moving on.  David?  Girls.  Socializing, concocting schemes to get rich and … girls.
From Mackenzie’s notebook The Candy Coated Heart of Darkness
	“Marlene had a plan—to bust her brother DJ for getting her in trouble with their dad.  It was a thing with them, though; to get the other in trouble of some sort.  A scolding, a suspension in allowance, grounded, typical sibling stuff.  She thought of hitting him in the groin with a well filled water balloon making it look like he had peed himself.  Humiliating her little dweeb of a brother was Marlene’s daily pursuit.
	Thing was, though, the little rat had a way of mucking up her plans.
	Marlene thought her brother was at home; his bike was in the yard anways.
	But he was nowhere to be found.  So, after some time of searching with no sign whatsoever she gave up and decided to take a shower.  It was her turn to come up with dinner and she had no idea what to make or suggest.
	While showering she became acutely aware of the fact that she was indeed—not alone.  There was a brief moment of fear—then, in the reflection from the bathroom mirror not yet steamed up she saw a face.  Her dweeb little brother’s face.  He was at the door—spying on her.  Like he always did.
	Marlene knew that Donald James (DJ) spied on her when she showered, changed clothes, and even when she was on the toilet!  Marlene was fourteen and DJ was twelve—and since he had been a wee lad he had stolen chanced looks at her in various stages of her undress.
	Infuriated she finished her shower and was about to storm out of the shower, find her little brother, and pummel him.  There were images in her mind, though; images of her naked self sitting on her brother’s face.  Hmmm 
	Suddenly she was giddy—she could make him eat her out!
	Another image filled her mind; pinning her brother against his bed, her bed, a bed—and spanking him.  Hard.
	Suddenly and her cunny tingled and standing dripping wet in the shower Marlene found herself fingering herself.  A new strangeness enveloped her; she WANTED to spank DJ—but not so much for punishment (although that was a great part of it) but; there, too—she just wanted to.  And even more strangely, she wanted HIM to spank HER!
	Drying off she pulled on her panties and long tee-shirt.  She found DJ in his room—he was naked and jerking off!
	“HOLY SHIT!” he blurted as sister Marlene busted him.
	“HA!” she blurted, “Caught you!”
	DJ freaked and grabbed a pillow off of his bed hiding his junk.
	“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” he yelled.
	“You were just spying on me!” she blurted back.
	A moment, then; “Yeah.” So.
	“Here’s the deal,” pause “I’ll LET you see me—naked, if—IF I get to do something to you.”
	Half a moment; “W-wh-what?”
	Marlene pursed her lips, “Well, I want to … spank you.”
	DJ couldn’t process that.
	“S-spank me?” he squeaked.
	“Yeah, plus some other stuff.”
	“W-wh-what other stuff?”
	Marlene pursed her lips again, “One thing at a time.”
	DJ rolled the proposal over in his mind.
	“Deal?” Marlene pressed.
	DJ shrugged, “I-I guess.”
	Marlene smiled and pulled off her tee-shirt—then lowered and stepped out of her panties.  And there she was—naked.  Full bore and everything.  DJ took her nakedness in—the pillow still concealed his own nakedness.
	“Drop the pillow.” Marlene said.
	DJ looked down and was embarrassed; he let go the pillow and stood there with a raging hard-on.
	“Damn, Deej,” quipped Marlene, “not bad.” It was small, he was twelve, it was “adequate.”  Marlene was no expert on a boy’s dong but she deemed that her brother’s was satisfactory.
	Marlene paused a moment, then casually strolled over to her brother’s bed and lay across it spreading her legs.  DJ stared and stared and stared.  Marlene drew a finger between her vagina’s lips and DJ’s prong got harder—not longer, just harder.
	The boy gulped, sweated, and couldn’t take his eyes off his sister’s poon.
	“Wow.” he managed to say.
	Marlene giggled then sat up, “Ok,” she said, “my turn.”
	“Your turn?” DJ said forgetting the deal.  “What?”
	“Come here.” Marlene told him.
	DJ staggered and approached—he was thinking something.  Something naughty.  Sister Marlene had sat up, though, scooted over patting the bed.
	DJ was clueless.
	“Lay down, dumbass.” she quipped perturbed.
	“Oh.” Then, “Ooooh!” he got it.  and then he got it.
	Laying down across his bed DJ clenched.  A couple of times he had gotten his single dad pissed enough to get a swat to the ass.  Never a bare ass, though.  And never a belt.  Marlene landed a bare hand to his bare ass that wasn’t too hard.
	But the next swat was.
	So was the next one that was a bit harder than the previos.
	Was it worth it?
	His cock was still raging hard.  His sister was still naked.  Her nakedness was still in his mind—so, yeah, it was worth it.  Another swat and –
	“FUCK!” he yelled out and began rubbing his burning butt flesh.
	Standing up DJ continued to rub his butt; he didn’t say anything—and anything that he might have said was interrupted when Marlene reached out her hand to take hold of his penis.
	DJ melted.  The pain in his ass instantly evaporated.
	Marlene wrapped her fingers about his cock and moved her hand up and down.  DJ was speechless.  Fondling his hairless balls she tantalized her brother and knew that he was putty in her hands.
	“I want you to do something else for me.”
	“Ok.” He didn’t care what it was—he was going to do it.
	Laying on his back across his bed—DJ wasn’t prepared for what his sister did to him.  She sat on his face.  DJ had always wanted to see his sister naked but he hadn’t expected to do see so up close and personal!
	Marlene dug her vagina into her brother’s face; specifically his nose.
	Meanwhile and there was DJ’s cock—hardest it had ever been.  And it enticed Marlene—enticed her to do more than just grab it and stroke it.  Laying down her brother’s body she engaged in the unthinkable—she firstly kissed it, diddled her tongue to the piss opening; then she sucked it.
	It blew DJ’s mind.
	His sister’s snatch was musky, there was the taste of saltiness, there was the slickness and his mind was filled with girl after girl after girl he knew that he wanted to very same thing to happen.  Enthused to the max and DJ licked and suckled on his sister finding her clit and sucking on it like a pacifier.
	Marlene clenched her thighs to her brother’s face—he had found her clit!
	Stimulated to the ultimate the two siblings sucked each other into oblivion.
	That was followed by more spanking.
	DJ had to come up for air and try and collect his wits.  As he was standing Marlene took him across her lap and began to spank him some more.  Seemed the thing to do.  The boy’s ass had calmed down and wasn’t so “red”.
	Then, just as Marlene had landed her fourth swat—in walked the dad.
	Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh shit.
	“What the fu—” he blurted.  Having a bad day at work and the single father of two slipped home for some quiet time.  Upon hearing “spanking” sounds got his attention.
	DJ was the frozen deer in the headlights.
	Marlene gulped, sweated, queefed, and blurted,
	“I-I can explain.” Sure you can.
	Marlene stood desperately trying to find an explanation.
	The dad undone his 1 ½ inch black belt.  His eyes glared at both children trying to decide on who to hit first.  DJ happened to be closest so he got the lashing to his bare ass and back of the legs.  The boy screamed OW! and danced around as the belt was much more dramatic to his skin than his sister’s hand.
	“LAY DOWN!” the dad said angrily to Marlene.
	Marlene was petrified and laid herself down across her brother’s bed.
	SWAT! the first lashing nearly sent the girl out of her skin.
	SWAT!  the second lashing did.
	The dad tried to say something but it got lost in translation.   He was too pissed.  SWAT! came the next lash sending Marlene arching her back shouting
	“GOD-DAMN-FUCK-SON-OF-A-BITCH!”
	The dad stood back trembling in his anger.
	Marlene rolled over inadvertently spreading her legs.  She then laid out across her brother’s bed pulling her legs back trying to console her searing flesh.  This angle, of course, exposed her sex fully to her highly pissed off dad.
	Then something happened.
	Marlene’s eyes coal dark eyes focused not so much on her dad’s belt but the bulge in his pants.  Her ass and legs were on fire but …
	The dad noted his daughter’s eye focus.
	“Get out!” the dad said to DJ.
	DJ fled (in a hurry!)
	The dad rubbed his bulge and Marlene slid off of the bed to her knees.
	A moment passed before the dad’s trembling hands dropped the belt and undone his pants.  Marlene, ass still on fire, feasted on her daddy’s doing and even more so when his cock came flopping out of his underwear.
	It was huge!  Other than her brother, Marlene had seen a couple of boys peeing in the woods, an older teen boy masturbating at school under the school bleachers, and a young adult couple having sex in the nearby woods.
	Her daddy’s cock beat them all.  It was huge!
	The daddy stroked his huge cock, waggled it, squeezed it at the base.
	Marlene leaned in and took hold of her daddy’s dong, squeezed her fingers about the searing hot member, then kissed it.  A brief peck and then she rolled her tongue around the head, licked the piss slit, then slowly went down the more than adequate member.
	Then she began to suck.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked.
	The daddy moaned and moaned and moaned.  Then he tried to say something—something like “I-I’m gonna…” too late.
	Marlene coughed, sputtered, gagged—the spurt of his man juice was gross.
	“What happened?” DJ asked as Marlene, still naked, entered her room.
	Marlene shrugged, “Not much,” she said with a shrug, “he spanked me.”
	DJ, standing still rubbing his ass, watched his sister as she, too, rubbed her ass.  Then she giggled.  Then DJ giggled.
	“Is he still mad?”
	“He’s taking a shower.”  Then, “Wanna do something else?”
	“What?”
	Marlene smiled and pushed her brother onto her bed.  She mounted him sliding his moderate erection into her body.  DJ clung to his sister; Marlene slid her sex up and down, slowly at first and then quickened her efforts.  They were a little sloppy in their doing but that was ok.
	The daddy finished his shower; thoughts to his own.  And despite the so-so “cold shower” his manhood was still mighty hard.  Drying off he casually wondered about his children.
	He found them hard at it fucking on Marlene’s bed; Marlene on top.
	Methodically he stood outside the bedroom pleasing himself.
	The brother and sister became locked in arms and legs putting Marlene on her back with her head hanging over the edge and DJ—well, DJ was facing down his sister’s body licking her freshly fucked cunt; apparently he didn’t mind so much that he was licking up his own spunk!  Marlene languished hanging upside down…and noticed her dad at the door!
	Suddenly…”
	Suddenly, the hallway shower had this problem that when a user pushed the one-all handle in to shut it off—it made a noise heard throughout the house.  A thump.  It was a signal that that bathroom was now available.  Also a signal to Logan that he had mere seconds before his sister caught him reading her short story!

*
In the beginning…

In the beginning…
	There’s always a smart-ass
	Biblical Interpretation 1; 1A; 101; 101A
	Studying the Bible for All Its Worth 
	A History of God
	I Was God
	Godboy
	God is Real!  Zombie’s are Real!
	How to Really Piss Off God (without really trying)
	Theological Circumstances
	Dawn of God
	You Are Not God
	“Fire and brimstone AND eternal agony!  That’s what’s written in the Bible!
	That’s God’s book.
	As far as I know, Satan has yet to write word one in response!
	We mortals don’t know Satan’s side of it; could be there was an argument between the two supreme beings no one on Earth has ever seen sober; it seems that maybe perhaps that Satan is being the bigger of the two ‘cause God has written crap about him!  Satan being the bigger being says he aint gonna comment if you go around talkin’ about him via possessing the mortals!”
	Chuckles here, giggles there, snickers and snorts all over the place.
	“That guy kills!” commented someone in the audience.
	The comedian went on to rant about God and Satan and religion as a whole; interesting thing to do at a school for promising preachers and leaders of a church.
	One member in the audience, though, shook his head.  Sure, it was funny what the comedian was saying but Erick shook his head and felt uncomfortable.  He was midway thru his seminary schooling and didn’t think the comedian’s performance was appropriate.
	“What the hell, Kamdam, not funny enough for ya?” chided a colleague.
	Erick shook his head and didn’t want to comment—but the colleague pressed it insinuating that Erick was above them all.  Erick continued to ignore the colleague—he was, at least, above confrontation.
	But the colleague continued implying that Erick was a weak uppity goody-two-shoes who was probably pampered, from a well-off family, and never knew a hard day’s work in his life!
	Erick Kamdam couldn’t let that go and quickly grabbed the colleague throwing him up against the brick wall.  Luckily and only a handful of peoples were aware of the altercation as the room was mostly dark save for those funky candles on the tables.  The comedian continued his religious rant and he himself was not aware of the goings on in the back of the Comedy Club.
	Erick eyed his fellow student saying “You don’t think one about me.  Hard work?  You don’t think I’ve done hard work?” Erick then clamped a hand to the 24yr old’s hand squeezing it hard.  The years of “hard work” were evident on Erick’s well calloused hand.  His eyes were cold and hard showing the years of “hard work”—mostly at sea.
	“When I was thirteen I was hoofing up and down the side of a mountain carrying a fire extinguisher, a shovel, a gallon of gas, and a can oil…for my dad who was clear cutting a forest.”

	Erick pressed in a little closer narrowing his eyes.  His lips trembled and heat built up a little more.
	“When I was sixteen I went to work in the potato sheds sewing sacks of spuds for ten hours a day, six days a week.
	“When I was eighteen I was on a shrimp boat in the Gulf.”
  	“When I was twenty I was on a crab boat in Alaska.”
	Alaska.
	Crab boat.
	He shoulda stuck with sewing sacks!
	After initiation on the crab boat and he was “one of them” all was well.
	Until…
	An hour before dawn at a rogue wave came upon the American Queen drawing the 100ft boat straight up!  And then over.  All hands lost save Erick and three others.  Erick floundered in the unsettled sea and here’s where it gets weird…
	A figure suddenly appeared and it was in no way one of the American Queen’s crewmen.  It was not even a man!  Long reddish hair, a face of an angel, and below the waves—bare breasts!  breasts!  breasts!  a woman.  A WOMAN!
	And below the waist…a fish.  A fish!  A mermaid!
	What happened next…a bit of unbelievability here.  The mermaid, a 36C chick with a dynamite body, took him to an underwater cave far below the waves.  There they emerged onto a warm sandy beach; there were trees!  There was a sun!  There were naked nymphs all over the place—mermaid nymphs but love goddesses just the same.  They spoke in a melodic voice enchanting him.
	How long he was there?  Time was meaningless in that magical place.  He was fed strange treats that invigorated him and allowed him to keep pace with the dozens of horny gals who all sought his favor.  They sucked the life out of him!  In turn, Erick fucked them into a magical realm they themselves could not attain.
	For his reward the lead mermaid, Queen Anaria, implanted into his chest a crystal.  It was an elongated 3-deminsional multicolored crystal that imbued magical abilities.
	The next thing he knew he was on a rocky shore where fishermen found him.  His memory was vague and it was more like a dream than anything else.  The experience and the implanted crystal crazed him.

The crazed years
	The girl wriggled in her bindings to no avail.  Her young mind was wrecked with images she couldn’t explain let alone make sense of.  Her last good memory that was solid was of her being at the kart track readying her machine for practice.  It was hot out, the track was hot, her kart was “hot”…
	The peddle on her kart was a little loose so she was making adjustments…
	And…
	And…
	A shadow.  She saw a shadow come over the kart.
	“Uncle Bray, I need a 3/8s driver…” standing up and turning she saw…
	Not her Uncle Bray.
	It was too quick; not enough time to get a look at the stranger.  It wasn’t anyone in her family she didn’t think, it was a man—maybe.  Too quick, not enough time.  That was all.  She had been in her one piece suit to make the run around the kart track—
	It was gone.  She was no longer wearing it; all she had on was her black knit shorts and tee-shirt.  Panic prevailed.  Wildly she looked around but was unable to ascertain much of anything—except that it was dark.
	There was air flowing; there was the hum of something—a throbbing motor?
	Since she was ten she had been with her racing family at the track and had taken an interest in go-karts.  Something was not quite right now and panic was consuming her.  Why were her hands bound behind her back?
	Suddenly there was someone looming out of the gloom.
	“Relax,” said the voice, a man’s voice, “do as you’re told and you wont be hurt.”
	“FUCK YOU!” lashed out the girl and she thrust her unbound feet to the stranger.
	The stranger managed to grab her feet and wrench them upward.
	Then he applied a handheld cattleprod.
	The girl twitched uncontrollably as the electricity from the cattle motivator flowed thru her teen body.
	“If you do that again,” said the man, “I’ll put this here,” and he put the prongs of the stun gun to her crotch, “and turn it on.”
	The girl gushed in horror.
	“It’s better to do as you’re told than not.”
	The girl couldn’t breathe.
	A light came on; it was dull yellow and angled downward towards the girl’s crotch.
	“The first thing I want you to do—is pee.”
	All color left the girl’s face.
	“W-what?”
	The man handed the teenager an ice cold bottle of water.
	“Drink up!”
	The girl, Karsyn McIlly, wasn’t understanding this.
	Karsyn?  Karsyn?  The man before her, between her legs, smiled.  In later years he would name one of his children after her.
	“T-then what?” asked a nervous Karsyn.
	Erick smiled but didn’t supply her with the information she wanted.
	“Just do as you’re told.” Erick told her.
	Karsyn fretted; she was angry, frightened, pissed, concerned, and in fear.
	With the bottle of water drunk she had to wait about seven minutes.
	Then,
	“I-I gotta go.” The girl said meekly.
	“Then do so.”
	“Y-you want me to…pee?”
	“Exactly!”
	This was a new kind of perversion Karsyn hadn’t heard of.  She knew that many perverted men had sick minds for children—mostly just to have sex with them.  Having her pee herself—that was a new one (to Karysn.)
	Closing her eyes she felt the need to pee—and pee she did.  It wasn’t much at first but then the flow got going strong and she pissed a healthy one.  It was gross.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had wet herself.  Now then, was that all?
	Not likely.
	The man reached for her knit shorts and tugged on them.
	“HEY!” yelped Karsyn.
	The man held the palm sized device up in his hand and activated it.  The sharp sizzling sound crackled jolting Karsyn into allowing the man to take her shorts down…and off.
	Another bottle of water consumed and eight minutes later…
	With her legs spread wide the eyes of the stranger were locked onto Karsyn’s crotch as she pissed another good pee.  She farted, too.
	When the man reached for her panties—
	“NO!” she screamed and regardless of the threat of being electrocuted she lashed out hitting the man with her unbound feet.  She kicked, slapped, pushed, did all that she could to thwart the nasty man’s attempts.
	But the cattleprod won over.
	Pressing the device to her thigh and sixteen year old Karsyn freaked the fuck out.  She twitched, contorted oddly, and did so again … and again … and again as the man zapped her multiple times.  Once was to her wet crotch where the transmission of electrocution was made ten-fold.
	As the girl lay twitching but calming down babbling incoherently, Erick Not-the-Viking pulled her yellow panties down and off.  Then he spread her legs and admired her teenage cunt.  She looked a virgin.  More pee was spewing from her—it WAS a perversion of Erick’s, to see a girl pee.
	Shucking his clothing and adjusting the van’s a/c he settled himself between the girl’s legs.  His mighty hard manhood rested between the teen’s legs and he began to hump.  Karsyn was only mildly aware.  As he pumped against her, not in her, he zapped her again.
	At length, just before he felt the stirrings of his orgasm he entered into the teen’s virgin vagina and got busy with the fucking.  Squeezing her breasts he got off.  He felt his load exploding into her sex and it rocked him.  Those underwater bitches had rocked his world and then some.  Dozens of them!  The all took turns, sometimes it was one at a time—sometimes it was three—four—five of them all at once!
	A goodly amount of his jiz flowed into the teen’s pussy.  Erick pumped hard straining hard to get every ounce of love juice out of his system.  The girl lay twitching and still contorting.  Erick smiled and lifting her legs pushing them back he inserted his tool into her shitter.

Ungodly acts
	Laying out on the floor of the custom van with soft almost new carpeting, five year old Lyndsy was unaware of the audacity being performed upon her.  It was midday and the deplorable act of extreme naughtiness was taking place in the same parking lot she had been “acquired” from!
	The parking lot of a large shopping center was the place; a grocery store was in the middle anchored by several small shops and eateries with a movieplex off to one side, too.  Lots of peoples—lots of young peoples.  Erick the Crazed had choices—lots of choices.
	There was a small bevy of teen girls he could have chosen.
	Pretty young adults, too.
	There, too, were the young peoples; youngsters just approaching their teen years; young’uns still a couple of years away from their teen years; and then the super dee-dooper young.
	Erick chose one of them.
	Shoulder length super curly reddish brown hair—and a face!  Such a bright face!  A happy-go-lucky youngster playing with others.  Her mother was in one of the little shops, a jewelry shop when Lyndsy made a dart out of the store to play with some kids.  When she hid beside one of the many soda dispensing refrigerators Erick Not-the-Viking mad his move.
	The crystal embedded in his chest was sometimes painful and caused him to itch dramatically.  Sometimes he thought the thing was “moving.”  He felt that he could sometimes feel something going in inside.  He feared going to a doctor—they’d remove it and ask a lot of questions of which the answers would possibly forever keep him in a hospital setting…forever!
	Erick was aware of the EMAD plague.  He was aware of their use and abilities.  After a few years and he found how to utilize the crystal in his chest in the same manner.  There were some side effects; headaches, dizziness, ear rings, nausea, and “visions” that frightened him to the core.  He figured it came with the territory; a sort of payback for the horror that came with the using the crystal’s unique abilities.
	Down came Lyndsy’s  short kiddies jeans.
	There was a time, in the beginning, where he thought that the crystal in his chest was a gift and that he was probably supposed to use the gift for good.  Well, so much for that.
	The little wore a reddish shirt; Erick removed it then sat on his knees staring at the child clad in green panties with sparkly unicorns all over.  Could he?  Could he do what roamed free in his mind?  Slowly—slowly—slowly he slid the girl’s panties down…and then off.  His heart beat hard in his chest; the crystal glowed multiple colors.  His fingers went to Lyndsy’s bald poon and lingered there lightly fingering.  Then Erick “went down” on the child licking her bald poon until such a time as he had to free his cock.  And once he did he humped the girl’s slit gouging the head of his cock up and down her very virgin sex.  Moments later and he was spewing gobs of cum.
	No shame.  Erick glided his cock up and down and then tried to make entry.
	But he didn’t fully do so; he was sated by what he had done.
	Removing all his clothing he straddled the child smacking her sweet sunny face with his cum squirter.  Then he was in her mouth.  The child was “asleep” via the crystal’s EMAD-like abilities.
	Erick didn’t cum in the girl’s mouth—but he was close!  All over her sweet-sweet face he humped and dragged his balls before returning to her pussy.  There was a deep desire to fuck her but he managed to hold off.

	The desire to fuck a girl under ten pestered him.  And as with my perverts in training he chose a neighborhood park to scout for prospects.  And he was in luck!  Playing small league softball was a young girl about nine or ten; a long brown pony tail, trim lithe body, and most likely a virgin.  There were as many as five boys playing with her; one black boy, one Mexican, one Korean.  Just neighborhood friends playing a lackluster game of baseball.
	Then it happened—the batter up smacked the ten-inch well used softball “just right” smacking the unsuspecting Samantha.  Samantha stood upright for a moment—then fell like bricks to the lifeless dirt.  The boys all rushed to her aid shouting her name and panicking.
	‘take her to the dugout.’ The dugout had a wooden awning providing shade—and obscurity from any potential looky-loos.
	The boys carried the girl to the dugout—not very well but they did their best.
	Once there…
	‘take her shoes off.’
	The black boy took the girl’s dingy tennis shoes off.
	‘take her…shirt off.’
	The Mexican boy slipped off Samantha’s two-sizes too big yellow shirt.
	Sam was nine yrs young and just barely had started to “sprout.”
	The Korean boy got the honors of taking her panties down…and off!
	And so there she was…naked.
	Guadalupe, the Mexican youth of eleven, had seen a naked girl before; he had three sisters and four brothers.  One sister was younger than he by four years and seemed to have an aversion to clothing—she streaked a lot.  The other sisters were older and a little modest and pounded their brothers who spied on them unclothed.
	Karl had one sister, she was older by several years and he only got to see her in her underwear a few times.  Wayne, the token black boy, had four older brothers and one younger sister.  Tok Lo was the Korean lad, he had no other siblings as did the other white boy, Scott.
	So there they were, five boys staring at their naked friend—a girl.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	As the boys began stripping to their skin, Erick began sweating and feeling faint.  It was either the summery weather or the thing in his chest.  A little over use or ill-use.  The illness passed and the boys were nude.
	‘rub your dick on her face!’
	Wayne Schittle paused a moment, made a face, cocked his head then stepped up rubbing his dick onto the unconscious girl’s face.  Then he put the head of his dick into her mouth!
	Karl and Lupe followed as did Tok Lo and then Scott.
	Then the boys were directed to rub their schlongs against Samantha’s smooth hairless virgin poon.  Boy after boy got between the girl’s leg and glided his young pre-teen dong up and down her slit.  It was Lupe (Guadalupe) who managed to get “in.”  A lot of earnest gliding and humping and it sort of kind of accidentally pushed in.  Natural instinct took over and he began to fuck.
	Although eleven, Lupe didn’t cum.  He tried, though!
	Scotty was eleven—he came.  A huge blast of young boy spunk exploded from his pud—after four minutes of serious trying.  It was his first time.  None of the boys were masturbators—but were so there after.
	Tok Lo was eleven also as well too; he came too as well also.
	Wayne and Karl?  No, they didn’t cum—but they had a good time trying!

	Erick was mesmerized watching the boys and their antics.  And he was, too, a little marveled at how the crystal worked at manipulating those boys.  Usually he concentrated his perversion on one singular person but of late he felt confident enough to expand.
	While the boys fucked their star pitcher, Erick caressed the boy who was doing the fucking—specifically his ass.  Normally and Erick was not into sexual perversions with boys.  But he found himself strangely drawn to the fucking boy and after the boys all had had their turn…more expansion of his perversion.
	FIRST! though,
	Little Lyndsy had been far too young for him to fuck.  Samantha was not so “little” but she was small and merely ten years young.  However, the boys had sufficiently broken her in.  Erick mounted the child and with a little awkwardness he edged into the girl’s cunny his manhood.  The fuck was on.
	And Erick found himself strangely enthused—with the naked boys standing around methodically playing with themselves the hardworking man stepped up his efforts to get his nut.
	And it was a good nut, too!
	The orgasm totally like totally drained Erick.
	He melted.
	A piercing ear ring pestered him; he even heard his pulse in his head!
	Annoying!
	Again and he felt faint; there was a bit of a nosebleed and his heart was racing.  There, too, was a bit of a discomfort concerning where the implanted crystal was implanted.  But the sensation of fucking the ten year Samantha—that wasn’t overshadowed by his ills.  The fuck was sensational—and he did—he DID want to fuck little Lyndsy!
	Pulling out and the feeling of the fuck continued.  It was good.  He shuddered, trembled, and went near into convulsions.  Laying his prick against the severely soiled vagina he humped the gash feeling a new sensation.  He had the boys draw closer and began caressing their bare bums along with pulling on their puds.  A new feeling was swelling up within him.
	A bit of water from the nearby water fountain and using their underwear, especially Samantha’s, cleaned the boys—and Samantha up nicely.  Then a new round of perversion came to be.
	Erick’s bone was steady on steadfastly hard.  So he had each boy come suck it.  Seemed the thing to do.  He wasn’t quite sure if he liked it—he did to some extent.  There was sensation there from the act but it wasn’t sensational.  Gazing upon the unconscious Samantha (who probably should be having medical attention) kind of kept Erick enthused.

	After each boy had had a turn sucking his dick he had them suck each other.
	This act DID enthuse Erick; he smiled and caressed the boys who were involved.  His enthusiasm escalated as he watched the boys who would normally NOT suck cock suck cock.  Erick was highly intoxicated watching the boys suck one another; he fondled himself as he watched and then fondled the boys, too.
	Once they had serviced one another they then re-fucked Samantha.  More perverted enthusiasm as he watched each boy position himself on Samantha and get busy with the fucking.  And after they had fucked their fill of her pussy the girl’s legs were pushed back and the boys took a turn at stabbing her very virgin funk hole, too!
	 A lot of try and error; a lot of bent dick, a lot of “almost”.  Only Lupe and Tok Lo managed to get ALL their pre-teen schlongs into the girl’s cornhole and full on butt fuck her.  Erick’s mind went into overdrive perversion and had the boys butt fuck each other.  THAT enthused him even more!  He just couldn’t believe it; it was such a thrill!  Each boy took a stab at his friend’s virgin shitter.  It was clumsy, awkward, not all that successful but the deed was done regardless.  Some boys went on for several minutes while others went about a minute and were done.  When after the black boy, Wayne had sufficiently butt fucked white boy Karl, Erick took a turn at butt fucking Wayne!
	There WAS a different of holes.  Sam’s hole was excellent.  Wayne’s hole was—tighter and he couldn’t shake the fact that it was a “boy hole.”  How did priests do it?
	Erick determined that he liked boy hole just as much as a girl hole.  He sodomized Tok Lo and Lupe and also Karl.  Each boy thrilled him and he pumped their dirt chutes for several minutes; spanking them, “reaching around” and playing with their dongs and balls, and driving his cock into their shitter as far as possible.

	With the boys gone it was time.
	Erick poured some water on the (clothed) Samantha.  She was dazed, confused, hot, (sticky) and had herself a mild concussion.  She finally was able to give her address, color of her house, and Erick escorted her there.  Her mom about freaked—for a minute or so.  Erick entered into the single mother’s domain suggesting manners of which to care for her injured child.
	“An ice bag.” He suggested and the woman flurried off quickly to the kitchen.  Erick caressed the child on her bed but held off doing anything until her mother returned.  The mother returned and asked if she should call emergency.  Erick thought it wise—but, before the woman could make the call…

	She needed medical attention that was sure; her breathing seemed labored, she was moaning, she didn’t look well.  There was cause for concern.  And Erick was concerned—but first!
	The still unconscious girl’s mother!
	Barbara looked like she had just stepped out of a 1970s era—some 40yrs had passed since that time.  Her thick honey brown hair, smart outfit, mentality, physiology, kind of reminded Erick of flight stewardesses of that era.  Removing her clothing one piece at a time took time; the a/c was on and there was a radio on and Erick’s ills were not so bad.
	Once the woman was naked…
	Erick shed his own clothing and sat on his knees between the woman’s knees and just stared at her.  She was a nice looking woman—especially naked!  He stole a few moments just to admire her and take her in.  Then he moved onto her easing his cock into her womanness.  Despite being under the influence of his crystal-emad she moaned.  Erick smiled determining that regardless of her mindset she felt the prowess of his mighty dick!
	Thereafter he went to seminary school.
	It was quite a transition but the revelation of what he had done (and what he could do) pestered him.  Along with the ills plaguing him also too came the nightmares.  The nightmares were worse.  Far worse.  And after he awoke from the vicious nightmare he couldn’t remember it; but the heart palpitations, sweating, heaving breathing, and no sex involved concerned him.
	He decided to ease off of using the magical powers of the embedded crystal.
	Samantha and her mother were Erick’s last victims—well, until years later.

Years later…
	For no other reason than “just because” Mackenzie emerged from the hall bathroom in a giddy mood.  She was naked, semi dry, and full of giddiness.  She was about to dart to her room when suddenly there was big brother Logan!
	He was naked, too!
	Both had startled one another and stood staring.
	Mackenzie already had a big grin on her sweet face; Logan had a boner.
	Mackenzie’s eyes fell upon the big brother’s boner.
	“Wow.” she said.
	Logan smiled big at his naked sister and for no other reason than “just because” he waggled his cock at her.  Mackenzie giggled, blushed—and since she didn’t run away, shriek, or do anything suggesting that she was offended,
	“Wanna play around?” Logan asked.
	Mackenzie shrugged and then darted to her room saying over her shoulder,
	“If you can catch me!”
	dat ass!
	Other than her smile, dazzling eyes, incredible friendliness, eleven year old Mackenzie had a great little ass.  Logan often admired it and with the moral barriers non-existent he pursued it.  Of course, he had to catch it to admire it more.  Mackenzie ran to her room but just as Logan made to the door she burst out giggling up a storm and bashing her brother out of the way.  The chase was on.
	Down the hall to her parents’ room then doubling back darting right, left, and right between her brother’s legs.  He was miffed and awed that he wasn’t able to catch the girl.  Down the stairs the naked Mackenzie bounded with big brother right on her tail.  Into the kitchen and around-and-around-and-around the kitchen table.  Mackenzie successfully avoided her brother; darting under the table she narrowly missed his grasped.
	Then it was out one access door to the kitchen, there were three, and around to the living room, back into the kitchen, to the laundry room, back to the kitchen, around the table, up the stairs from the kitchen to the top floor and then sneaking back down pausing when she didn’t see her brother.
	Out of breath she paused and knew he was somewhere close.
	He was.
	Right behind her.
	Grabbing his sister about the waist he had her.
	Mackenzie squealed and thrashed about giggling—and peeing a little.
	Logan, having a good hold on his wiggly sibling carried her up the stairs to his room.  Mackenzie fought back (but not all that much).  Once in his room Logan placed his giggling sister on his bed and tickled her.
	She peed some more.
	Logan fingered her pussy and Mackenzie shrieked all the more—and peed.
	Logan finally pinned her positioning himself between her flailing legs.
	Mackenzie thrashed somewhat more but accepted her brother’s presence.  The girl’s brown eyes bulged as Logan’s masterful cock entered her.  The words “OH YEAH!” were on her lips but were inaudible.  Goosebumps aplenty appeared all over her body, her young nipples stiffened and the fuck was on.

	As much as Logan loved fucking his sister, and sisters, he also had a thing for their friends.  Karsyn had a dynamite girlfriend who came over now and then and sometimes stayed the night.  Oh how he wanted to see that girl naked!  Mackenzie, too, had a couple of girlfriends that caused Logan to jerk his meat thinking of seriously fucking their brains out.
	Was it because she was his sister?
	Was it because she was underage?
	Was it because she was cute?
	Hmmm  Logan deduced a little of all three.
	dat ass!
	As much as banging off in Mack’s cunt—Logan had a strong desire to shoot a load DEEP into the girl’s bung hole.  And he did!  Sliding his prong in and out of Mack’s twat thrilled him incredibly so.  A time or two he pulled out to hump her gash and was envious of little brother David having to get to fuck Mackenzie virtually whenever he wanted!
	After depositing a massive wad of brotherly love spunk DEEP into his sister’s quim he angled her legs back and began prodding her turd way.  Mackenzie giggled, blushed, and pursed her lips.  Those eyes!  They were brown and oh how they sparkled!  Logan’s balls tingled.
	The head of his dick entered Mack’s shitter; Logan wondered if David, too, fucked the girl up the butt?  When Logan’s fuck stick slid near effortlessly inward he figured as much.  He began to pump; Mackenzie began to rock.  Clinging doggedly to her brother and Mackenzie felt herself wavering in a blustery wind.  Desire’s wind.  Already and her pussy was a swamp box; now her dear brother was making her turd chute a quaking swamp, too.
	When the final grunt had been made the two lay heaving, sweating, cumming.  Logan then plucked up his not-so-timid sister to the bathroom (his) and there they did shower.  And of course, while doing so it just seemed opportune to commit incestuous love one more time.
	And then while drying off—well…