August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Twenty Three
The Fuck Of Us All II
A continuation

From the Law Offices of:  Dewey, Cheetum, and Howe
Lawyers do it with appeal.
Lawyers do it confidentially.
Lawyers do it on a trial basis.
Lawyers do it until justice prevails.
Lawyers do it as long as you can pay them.
Lawyers do it unless it is prohibited by law.

The devil visited a lawyer’s office and made him an offer. “I can arrange some things for you,” the Devil said. “I'll increase your income five-fold. Your partners will love you; your clients will respect you; you’ll have four months of vacation each year and live to be a hundred.  All I require in return is that your wife’s soul, your children’s souls, and their children’s souls rot in hell for eternity.”
The lawyer thought for a moment. “What's the catch?” he asked.
*
A doctor and a lawyer were attending a cocktail party when the doctor was approached by a man who asked advice on how to handle his ulcer.

The doctor mumbled some medical advice, then turned to the lawyer and asked, “How do you handle the situation when you are asked for advice during a social function?”
“Just send a bill for such advice.” replied the lawyer.

On the next morning the doctor arrived at his surgery and issued the ulcer-stricken man a $50 bill. That afternoon he received a $100 bill from the lawyer.
*
A dog ran into a butcher shop and grabbed a roast off the counter. Fortunately, the butcher recognized the dog as belonging to a neighbor of his. The neighbor happened to be a lawyer.

Incensed at the theft, the butcher called up his neighbor and said, “Hey, if your dog stole a roast from my butcher shop, would you be liable for the cost of the meat?” The lawyer replied, “Of course, how much was the roast?”
“$7.98.” replied the butcher.

A few days later the butcher received a check in the mail for $7.98. Attached to it was an invoice that read: Legal Consultation Service:  $150.
*
Q. Should I have a baby after 35?
A. No, 35 children is enough.

Q. When will my baby move?
A. With any luck, right after he finishes high school.

Q. How will I know if my vomiting is morning sickness or the flu?
A. If it's the flu, you'll get better.

Q. Since I became pregnant, my breasts, rear-end, and even my feet have grown. Is there anything that gets smaller during pregnancy?
A. Yes, your bladder.

Q. What is the most common pregnancy craving?
A. For men to be the ones who get pregnant.

Q. What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
A. Childbirth.

Q. The more pregnant I get, the more often strangers smile at me. Why?
A. 'Cause you're fatter than they are.

Q. My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.
A. So what's your question?

Q. What's the difference between a nine-month pregnant woman and a model?
A. Nothing, if the pregnant woman's husband knows what's good for him.

Q. How long is the average woman in labor?
A. Whatever she says, divided by two.

Q. My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A. Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.

Q. When is the best time to get an epidural?
A. Right after you find out you're pregnant.

Q. Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
A. Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.

Q. What does it mean when the baby's head is crowning?
A. It means you feel as though not only a crown but the entire throne is trying to make its way out of you.

Q. Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A. Yes, pregnancy.

Q. Does pregnancy cause hemorrhoids?
A. Pregnancy causes anything you want to blame it for.

Q. Where is the best place to store breast milk?
A. In your breasts.

Q. Is there a safe alternative to breast pumps?
A. Yes, baby lips.

Q. What does it mean when a baby is born with teeth?
A. It means that the baby's mother may want to rethink her plans to nurse.

Q. How does one sanitize nipples?
A. Bathe daily and wear a clean bra.  It beats boiling them in a saucepan.

Q. What are the terrible twos?
A. Your breasts after baby stops nursing cold turkey.

Q. What is the best time to wean the baby from nursing?
A. When you see teeth marks.

Q. Do I have to have a baby shower?
A. Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.

Q. Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A. When the kids are in college.

*

Little surprises
	The business about Jonas’ was upsetting.  He was a loose end.  Loose ends needed to be tended and quickly before they festered.  Pike liked his freedom and a loose end like Jonas Williams was a fester that needed to be lanced.
	Pike knew the risks of frivolity—he had allowed himself to be swept into the froth and once there—no amount of kicking against the force (of debauchery) would bring him back to the sanctity of shore.
	There was a resolution in mind to curb at least his illicit activities; the loss of his sidekick was a downer and he hoped that the re-wiring of Karl’s family would remain intact—that would allow him (Pike) to make return and repeated visits to the family had continue to have his way with them.  If their re-wiring work thanks be to the lovely mind rewiring device in his possession there was an option.  The gorge.
	The prospect of the dangerous gorge by the cabin was disturbing but it was an option he would keep (as a last resort.)  Soured by his day due to Jonas Williams, Pike pulled into his driveway and sat there for a moment almost fuming.
	At length he made way into the house via the kitchen door.  He was greeted by Jessica Nedmacky—near permanent houseguest.  He didn’t mind her, and with her he was basically safe as she was “of age.”  She was eighteen and allowed to be own her own but she was still sort of the responsibility of her parents—who had kicked her out of the home under misunderstood circumstances.  Thankfully thru a series of other circumstances she found her way into Pike’s life and that was alright with him.
	After a hug and a peck to the lips, the vivacious teen led Pike to the front room saying “I’ve something to show you.”

	Pike perked up—maybe he’s day wouldn’t be so bad after all.
	What Jessie actually said was, “I’ve someone to show you.”
	Entering the room and a girl stood up; she was sixteen, long thick curly raven black hair; clean face, and about six months pregnant.  Oops.
	“Hi, Uncle Pike.” said the girl trying to be cheerful.
	“Darlene?” Pike queried.
	The girl, “Darlene” nodded in the affirmative.
	“Holy shit, it’s been--”
	“About five years, family reunion.”
	Pike remembered; his brother’s son’s daughter.  The reunion in Cinncy where he had found cousin Helene drunk off her ass and taken advantage of her drunkenness; the reunion where he learned cousin Adam was changing his name to “Arlene” and had the equipment change to go with it.  The reunion where he learned distant Uncle Roger was gay; the reunion where he learned another family member was on her last legs and was laying deathly on a mound of cash.
	The two hugged but Pike was mindful of her condition.
	Darlene sighed, “Long story.”
	Well, that’s what this never-ending epic is about—long stories.  Every character met or encountered in some way or fashion has a story “and here it is.”

Blackballs
	Having your own room meant everything—mostly privacy.  For years while growing up, Darlene and her sister, Becky, shared a room.  Eventually as they entered into their teen years they got their own room.  Darlene stayed in the room they had shared while Becky got a promotion—up, up into the attic.  There was just enough room for her bed, dresser, “stuff” and after a few months her Daddy installed her own bathroom!  She felt like a queen.
	And being the first born—she sometimes got treated like a queen but Becky, and younger brother Adam James (AJ) knew better.  Way better.  Becky Gilbonner was far—very far, from being a “queen.”
	Her parents weren’t snowed by Becky’s “cleanliness”; she got into trouble just like any other teen.  Mostly (and mainly) curfew problems.  Becky loved the boys—and she had to body to go with it.  She was popular (very popular) and curfew meant very little to her.
	Unfortunately, for her parents, Becky could get away with just about anything and everything due to the amazing point that she was freaking brilliant!  She was on the Dean’s List at her high school; colleges were coming to HER; she did volunteer work at two places; and so on.

	Becky’s parents, though, didn’t approve of her boyfriends.
	But then again, no parent did.
	After the loss of their Mother unit, Becky calmed down a bit and obeyed curfew (which was the primary reason she got her own room and then the bathroom.)  She had yet to get her own car…
	One night—the story begins here—Becky came wandering home a few minutes after the wonderful hour of 1AM.  Loaded.  Not with gifts for her hard working Daddy; not with pressures of bills, society, or even peer.  Becky Gilbonner came home drunk.  A typical teen happenstance all across Americana.
	Darlene knew it, AJ knew it, and Daddy Dan knew it.
	That particular night, though, only AJ knew it.  He was up waiting.  In the darkness of a small cubbyhole by the access ladder that led into the attic, AJ waited while his sister used a ladder from the outside to climb into her bedroom.  The girl’s bedroom door was open as well as the window.  The only light was from the bathroom.
	After Becky fell into her room she lay still for a moment.
	For a moment, AJ thought the worst that she had broken her neck.
	Then she farted and giggled at the offense before moving again.  There was little fear of being caught sneaking in or making noise of such as their Daddy was two floors down and Darlene was a known “sound sleeper.”
	AJ was always awake for prime opportunities.  One such was prospering right before his eyes.  Although it was dead dark, save for the mini light in the bathroom, AJ’s eyes had adjusted.  He had been in the cubby space since a few minutes before midnight.  He was equipped with a flashlight and panties…
	After gathering herself, Becky stood up, burped, farted, then stumbled to her bed and fell onto it.  The light from the bathroom gentle filled the room just dismally so.  The natural light from the open window bathed the girl in another form of light.  
	Crickets and frogs adorned the Summery night air with their music, roses scented the air but did little against Becky’s butt blasts.  AJ stroked his exposed cock thru the open flap in is pajamas and waited a customary two minutes.  Becky didn’t stir.  Holding his breath and easing his way into her “sanctuary” he approached the bed.
	Suddenly she stirred; stretching, yawning, belching, she pushed herself up off of the bed and made way to the adjoining bathroom.  AJ had been right there—right there!  But he hadn’t been seen.
	Slowly he let out his breath and felt the sticky substance soiling his hand—he had cum.  Not fully, but he had cum just the same.

	AJ made way to the bathroom finding Becky sitting on the toilet; tooting, peeing, humming.  The nightlight by the sink revealed the entire scene in the modest smallish bathroom—the one counter the Daddy had handmade; the porcelain sink he had recovered from a house demolition he had been a part of as a contractor; the one piece bath and shower he had also recovered from the same site; the wicker clothes hamper and trash can; and Becky Marie Gilbonner sitting on the toilet with her panties at her ankles.  
	AJ was very happy and slowly returned to humping his panty clad hand.
	When done peeing and tooting, Becky sighed, stretched, and kicked the soiled panties off her feet.  She stood naked at the sink looking for herself in the mirror.  She then splashed water onto her face then made her way right past her masturbating brother to once more fall on her bed.
	AJ hid just behind the door and just barely had time to do so.
	Once more there was a waiting period.  When AJ determined that sufficient time had elapsed he approached the bed.  His cock was hard; he stood at the foot of the bed, his sister lay across the bed barely with her head on the pillow, her body at an angle, her legs partially off.  
	AJ knocked the bed with his knees.
	Nothing from Becky.
	He jiggled the bed.
	Nothing from Becky.	
	Slowly ever so slowly AJ brought Becky’s legs onto the bed reangling her so as she would be more comfortable.  Then, with his flashlight, he carefully scrutinized his sister’s ass.  He smiled as he saw her nice perfectly shaped ass; her crack, and cunt.  The flashlight light remained steady on on Becky’s cunt.  AJ found himself humping the foot of Becky’s bed and soon with the pushing down of his pajamas (no undies) he moved up onto the bed, spreading open Becky’s legs and positioning himself therein (between.)
	It was a little awkward and he had to do some re-maneuvering of Becky’s body but managed at length to began penetrating her asshole.  Becky remained sound-sound to sleep.

	In the morning, Becky bounded down the stairs not so chirpy or chipper but alive.  Hangovers were a bitch.  The smell of breakfast almost sent her hurling into the nearby bathroom.  Sister Darlene and dweeb pre-teen brother AJ were present along with their hard working Daddy who was making breakfast.
	“How was last night?” Daddy Dan asked.
	“Great!” Becky said trying to cheer up and not reveal the fact that she was hungover.  ‘what the fuck I remember of it.’
	“What time did you get in?”
	Darlene sat back waiting to hear—it was sort of a trick their Daddy often used.  What did he know, when did he know it?  What TIME did he actually go to bed.  Did someone call asking for her—asking if she got home alright?
	“Around midnight.” She copped.  “I tried not to make noise, did I wake you?” she tried to sound so pure.  It made Darlene sick.
	Whether or not Daddy Dan knew truth or not was not clear.  He served breakfast, Becky feigned “diet” and had coffee instead.  She was already dressed and quickly hurried off to make for school early.  She kissed her Daddy and he beamed so—totally clueless.
	As she passed by the disgusted Darlene she whispered ‘hey, thanks for last night.’
	Darlene had no idea.  Later she learned that Becky had woken up to find herself dressed in her jammies.  Darlene knew she hadn’t done it—and she wouldn’t.  There were only two options—the stupid drunk bitch had dressed herself and didn’t remember it; or…
	Adam James Wilbur Gilbonner wasn’t so dumb and dweebish as thought.  It gave cause to wonder.
	And the laugh was on Becky—as well as embarrassment as just a couple of minutes after fleeing the house making for school—she returned flinging her bookbag into a chair and making for her room.  It was Saturday, no school on Saturday.

	With Darlene’s suspicions on high she kept alert about her siblings; it wasn’t a favorite pastime as Darlene had other pots on the fire.  One of the “pots” was her sister’s boyfriend, Mark.  Mark was—a modern day James Dean.  He was the epitome of being “cool.”  He wore a leather jacket, had a motorcycle, the hair, the looks, and “devil may care” attitude.  He was nineteen but hadn’t graduated high school.  School was for chumps, he made it to the junior level then bowed out.  His parents didn’t care, his Dad had walked out when he was young and his Mom—had problems of her own.
	Of all the boys Becky could have—she fell for the exact opposite of herself.  Daddy Dan hated him—instantly.  That alone made Becky want to have the boy as her personal toy.  Darlene knew that the two were screwing; at school, at his house, down by the river, in the river, and at the Gilbonner household.

	Darlene personally had nothing against the guy, he was sort of kinda good looking, in an Arthur “Fonzi” Fonzarelli sort of way.  It was his “coolness” that swayed Darlene and it was that cool sway that got Darlene alone with the boy one special night.  
	Becky was with girlfriends at some special function for the brighter students and cool Mark Headly didn’t know until he arrived at the house.  He seemed disappointed, it wasn’t just for sex with Becky but companionship.  Becky wasn’t a “cool” kid per se, but there was some sort of connection between the two and both were willing to play it out as far as it would go.
	And the sex was good, too.
	AJ was at a friend’s house down the street; Daddy Dan was working overtime.  Darlene was holding the fort.  “You don’t have to leave.” Darlene said.  Mark lingered at the door debating whether to come in or go someplace else.  Then he caught the smell of dinner,
	“Yeah, it’s just some mac and cheese and stuff.” Darlene said; she was clad in short-shorts, gym type although she was not the “gym” type type of girl and an oversized tank top.
	“Want some?  Come on in.” Darlene offered and was chipper about it, too.  The lingering boy who seldom spoke around Daddy Dan shrugged and sloughed his way in nonchalantly.
	Macaroni and Cheese with cornbread stuffing on the side; hot pudding; pinto beans.  Mark settled into the meal and seemed quite content.  Nothing was said until after the meal when Mark smiled, “That was good.”
	Darlene felt good about the comment—she seldom got them from her family.  

	After cleaning up the kitchen a bit—and Mark helped, the two went to the living room and talked a bit about life—school, aspirations, friends, parents, and sex.
	“I dunno,” said Mark, “school was ok, but I don’t think it all that much.  We can learned what we need to know without it.”
	“I know, like, who gives a shit about the First Colonies, who started what war, A Squared plus B Squared--”
	“Bunch of crap.” Mark said butting in.
	“Was there anything about school you liked?” Darlene asked.
	There was a long pause, then Mark nodded, “Yeah, I kinda like some of the poetry stuff.”
	“No shit!?” Darlene was amazed.

	“Yeah, but you cant tell anybody, only Becky knows and no one else.”
	“No problem.” Then, “What poems?”
	Robert Frost was tops, “I can really see the stuff he wrote.”
	He also like Irish poets (no, not that one), dark writings by history’s dark writers, and he also had a fondness for any writing regarding the sea.  Sea faring; the great ships, clipper ships, the galleons, schooners, pirate ships, battle ships all before the Turn of the Century, 1900.
	“Wooden ships and iron men.” he said.
	“Whoa.” Darlene said, she was being swayed.  Mark was deep.
	Mark spoke of wanting to go to sea, to work on a crab ship.
	“Those guys make bucks, a few months hard work, and you can make big bucks and fuck off the rest of the year.”
	Darlene wanted to be a writer, “Not poetry or anything, stories and stuff.” She didn’t go into detail and Mark was glad.
	“I gotta hit the head.” Mark said, using a naval term.
	“You know where it is.” He had been to the Gilbonner household more than once—but never really stayed long (especially when Daddy Dan was lingering about.)
	Up and off he went to the hall bathroom.  Darlene found herself strangely excited and it was that excitement that motivated her to down the hall.  She found the bathroom door not all the way closed—which was normal, the house was old—the door to the bathroom was older and would never shut fully and during season changes the door was either open 1-inch or five inches.
	The door was open somewhere in between and there was lanky cool Mark Headly pissing strongly.  The toilet was right inside the door and Darlene could see a bit of his penis as he peed.
	Mark musta know’d the girl was there ‘cause he quickly flung open the squeaky door catching her—almost catching her in the act (of fingering herself).
	Nothing was said, Mark wasn’t annoyed—he actually thought it was her Daddy coming in on him.  It was that brief moment of surprise that caused him to miss Darlene’s hand flying up out of her shorts.  
	“What?” he asked in a lame Rocky Balboa sort of voice.
	“Sorry, I-I (busted) I-I—crap,” busted.  With a sigh she relented, “Becky’s told me that you’ve got—uhm--”
	“What?”
	“A big one.”

	Mark grinned.  He had good hair and a nice smile.  What Darlene had seen briefly was “some inches” of dangling schlong.  Mark casually had hid his dangling member but with Darlene confessing that Becky had told her that he had “a big one” he proudly showed her.
	Darlene feasted her eyes on the cockmeat that slowly began to strengthen.  Mark tugged on it, stroking in a lukewarm masturbatory manner, then pulled the skin tight to the base and waggled it.
	“Want some?” he asked.
	Darlene licked her lips, held a fart, and got all glossy eyed.

	Darlene Jean Gilbonner was not a virgin.  Darlene Jean hadn’t been a virgin since she was twelve.  Becky had lost her virginity at eleven!  Darlene liked dick but wasn’t that crazed about it.  Becky LOVED dick and loved to BE dicked—on a regular basis.
	On her bed, Darlene lay with Mark on top of her.  Their sweaty nude bodies meshed as lovemaking ensued.  Usually, Darlene fucked herself with a candlestick of just the right size.  She used various sized vegetables and occasionally, too, rammed something up her ass.
	Boys were still ok with Darlene, sometimes a year or two younger, and sometimes a year or three older.  At parties, wandering the mall, somewhere there was a horny boy just aching to get into some girl’s pants.  Usually Darlene had the boy use a condom—usually, not always.
	Mark didn’t have a wrapper for his rascal, nor did Darlene.  Becky probably had some in her room somewhere but Darlene was no where near her sister’s room so they fucked raw.
	Mark’s cock was a big one—bigger than average and it pleased her cunny delightfully!  Becky often spoke of riding Mark’s cock,
	“he makes me cum as soon as he’s all the way in!” she often boasted.
	To be coy about it and not jump bones right off, Darlene and Mark stripped to their underwear firstly.  Mark sized Darlene up, nodded his head in an approving manner and stroked his bone which was out of the flap of his boxers.  Darlene was clad in basic white panties.  For sixteen, Darlene had a decent body; her breasts were of proper size and her cunt was shaven.  She took dick “every so often” but mostly was satisfied by something “other than dick.”
	Just looking at the size of Mark’s cock made her giddy.  Her pussy tingled at the anticipation and she wondered what it would feel to be fucked in the ass by such a dick.  She would soon find out.  But first!

	Mark came onto the bed and for a moment or two they enjoyed some foreplay—not much in the way of passionate kissing but there was some of that.  Mostly (and mainly) Mark had busy hands and they roamed all over her fine teenage body with specific attention to her ass.
	Darlene humped herself up against Mark’s erection but took in his body—he was somewhat muscular, hairless chest, developed chest, and quite the catch.  He liked bikes, throbbing motorcycle engines; he had no other desires in the world but to be a free spirit.  There were no solid aspirations to be anything more—crab fishing was just a passing thought.  First, he would have to hump it across the country to where the crab boats were and that was a long ways on an open bike.
	Their hands went all over; their bodies meshed together humping without penetration.  That was pending.  Their passion was building, though, and soon Mark got Darlene on her back and positioned himself between her legs.
	Darlene was ready, fuck foreplay—fuck me!
	Mark stared a moment at her crotch and lusted heavily then slowly pulled the basic white cotton undy off.  Seeing the shaven bald poon very muchly pleased him.  A bit of pre-cum began to spurt and soil the tip of his prick.  Off of her legs he took the panties, sniffed the crotch then discarded them off the side of the bed before laying down on the girl—who was the sister (the younger sister) of his girlfriend.
	They began kissing with Mark fondling her breasts, tweaking the nipples and rubbing himself against Darlene’s cunt.  Darlene clung to him and their passion heated.
	Penetration was still a ways off—Darlene reached for (and found) the hunks cock.  She tugged and tugged on it feeling the intense warmth and experiencing something akin to an orgasm herself.  She tugged and tugged and finally brought the monstrous schlong up to her mouth.  Mark didn’t mind the distraction—a blowjob was just about as good as fucking pussy.
	Darlene preferred cocksucking—less chance of getting pregnant that way.  The cock was hot in her mouth and already squirting.  Darlene gripped the dick, squeezing the shaft and working her mouth down taking as much of the 7 ½ incher as she could.
	She sucked and sucked and sucked—then sucked and sucked and sucked some more.  Cum was squirting out filling her mouth; gripping his hairy balls she masterfully sent the biker dude into sexual oblivion whereas he was close to fully squirting off.  When Darlene pulled back popping the cock out of her to catch her breath, Mark took the opportunity to work himself back down to her pussy—the object of his affection.

	He didn’t make Darlene cum “as soon as he was all the way in” but close and close counts.  Darlene wrapped herself about her sister’s boyfriend and happily engaged in getting laid.  She shook, shuddered, and trembled as the masterful nineteen year old “put it to her.”
	It took only a few pumps before all of his seven and half inches of love tool was working masterfully in the girl’s cunt.  He was cumming but managing to curb fully unleashing his liquid gooey love until at least two minutes had passed.

	The tingling sensation was lasting—that was a plus.  Her back hurt a little, her breasts even tingled!  Her pussy, though, was the most tingling and a bit sore.  Normally the amount of cum in and on her pussy would be disheartening, but she was on the Pill.  But there sure was a lot of cum! 
	Both made for the shower where after rinsing off they embraced and began grinding on one another, kissing, groping the whole thing.  When his cock was sufficiently hard and Darlene’s backdoor lubed with slippery soap, Mark promptly stuffed himself into the girl.
	As soon as the sound of the shower started, lurking in the closet of Darlene’s bedroom came sneaky ever so sneaky AJ.  Usually when Darlene was home alone, she got freaky.  She got naked and found things to fuck, jam into her pussy, shave her pussy, fuck her asshole, spank herself, and so on.  When AJ came home unexpectedly one time he found these nifty tidbits out.  The information lay festering in his mind and he was waiting for the right time to confront his naughty sister—to see if he could “get some” of her action; to see if she would share.
	Scooping up her panties from the floor he quickly began working his organ and saw the gooey mess on her bed.  Mark’s cock was quite remarkable—in comparison, AJ’s schlong was a little undersized.  He hoped it would grow but he had doubts.  At twelve years old he wasn’t sure that four inches was the proper size for a hard-on.
	He had both sisters’ panties in his collection, young Adam James was a bit of a panty collector—whether the girl knew it or not.  Often when visiting a friend’s house who had sisters he would use the bathroom and find to his delight soiled undies in the bathroom hamper.  AJ was a happy little humper.
	With the new found information about Darlene and Mark, AJ was sure he was going to be an even happier humper!  Both sisters despised him spying on them, they didn’t like him spying on him when they showered and he “accidentally” walked in on them.  When he exposed himself to them he got the belt from the Daddy; all this was when he was a bit younger.

	Since then he had taken strides to be careful and more sneaky.  He had gotten some tail from a girlfriend—twice.  Once in the closet of her house and once in the basement of his house.  His desire, though, was for his sisters.  He always had a penchant for getting them into trouble; actually, they all had something on one of the others usually to save their own butt at the risk of one or both of the others.  Typical family sibling shit.  
	Screwing your sister’s boyfriend—AJ smiled, he had something good on Darlene now.  Blackballing.  Oh he knew the term was wrong, it was actually blackmail, blackmailing; but when he was younger he got the term misconstrued and blurted out “I’m gonna blackball you!” to his sisters who had gotten him into trouble.  They busted up laughing at his dumb ass and that made him want to blackball them worse.
	And when he did he blurted out “See, I blackballed you!”
	He never got it until only recently, but he still preferred blackball.

	Sunday evening meal and everyone was present and accounted for.  Darlene, for once, seemed to be in good spirits as opposed to her usual dour self on the fringes of adopting a new persona which was Goth.  The transition from Junior High to High School didn’t sit with her and her entire Freshman year was a nightmare.  Her Sophomore year wasn’t looking so bright, either.
	“Hey, bonehead, you there?” Darlene teased AJ conking him on the head with salad bowl spilling some left over salad.
	“Quit it!” yelled AJ which got the attention of the tired construction worker Daddy who had been at the sink and missed the assault. 
	“Darlene!” Daddy Dan warned.  It was well assumed that the head of the household would give less a shit if any of his children were teenagers or not, if they deserved a whipping then a whipping they would get.
	AJ wasn’t there as Darlene asked.  His mind was with him in the closet hours earlier watching sister Becky’s boyfriend put his bone into sister Darlene.  He knew that if Becky knew there would be a helluva catfight to be had and Daddy Dan would be hard pressed to break it up.  
	But when was the right time to call in his blackball?  He wanted to get laid and soon—if he called in his marker on Darlene would she give in?  he kinda doubted it—she’d be pissed and would need time before submitting.  But he wouldn’t wait too long before snitching to Becky what was going on.
	After the evening meal and Darlene was off to the bookstore.
	“On a Sunday night?” Daddy Dan asked.

	“Yeah, there’s books to be sorted and stuff.” Darlene didn’t fill in a lot of information—but that was Darlene who often left out a lot of needful information.  She worked part time at a corner bookstore a few blocks away.  A dreary establishment featuring off-line books, not mainstream, and many self-published.  It was a place for special gatherings, people who saw things differently than mainstream society; underground writings, off-color, deep, dark, and very-very disturbing.  The setting was perfect for the macabre and those in the field of Goth; alternate living styles, and followers of occults.
	All night long, AJ lay naked in bed masturbating; humping his hand, humping his bed, squirting into Darlene’s already soiled panties and then Becky’s.  All night long he thought of being on top of Darlene—screwing Becky now and then was one thing; she was usually drunk off her ass and unconscious.  Lifeless.  He wanted to screw his sisters with a little more life to them.  That would be more funner.  (so he hoped)

Sequence of sordid events
	Monday was a bear—every girl he saw he saw naked.  The girls usually smelled nice but on that day seemed to smell extra nice.  Most girls wore jeans or shorts, but many girls for some reason that day wore dresses, Summery dresses and it very muchly turned young hard up AJ on.
	Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday didn’t work, either and Friday AJ was hard up enough to hump the knothole in the tree in the backyard.  Luckily his girlfriend was willing to put out but they had to wait for the right time.  
	Luck still prevailed for the young hard-up boy as Daddy Dan went out with his construction pals to some union meeting leaving the responsible Becky in charge.  Ten minutes after Daddy Dan split—so did responsible Becky leaving Darlene in charge.
	That didn’t sit well with AJ but with his girlfriend present she didn’t pester him so much.  In fact, she got bored and left AJ and his girlfriend, Molly, to themselves knowing that their Dad would be out with his buddies “all night long” after the union meeting.  Becky would drag her butt in “sometime” after midnight.  So she amscrayed and AJ—got some.
	After taking a shot of whiskey each the two pre-teens made for AJ’s room where they stripped to their skin and pranced giddily about.  AJ goofed around flopping his penis as he danced in place, swinging his dick around and around and then flopping it side to side as hard as he could.  It made his girlfriend laugh and giggle—at the expense of causing some discomfort to himself.

	Afterwards, AJ flopped onto his bed, legs open.  Molly jumped onto and for a couple of minutes or so they goofed around playing with AJ remembering what he had seen with his sister and Mark.  After some kissing and much ado about ass grabbing, it was time to get down to busy business.
	With his hands on his girl’s ass, she raised up just enough, got a grip of his pre-teen schlong and guided it into her sex—then slid down and the fucking began.  
	Molly remained sitting up—AJ liked her that way as her young titties jiggled and made his own sex surge all the more.  Molly rode his young shaft sending the boy into extreme orbit.  AJ’s hands went up and down Molly’s sides with his mind virtually blanking out solely concentrating on “getting off.”
	The two coupled for several minutes never slowing down; Molly came to lay on her studdly lover—they kissed and continued coupling until both were exhausted.  Somewhere along the way they both experienced shared orgasms.

	A knock to the front door frightened the two of them just before the two lovers drifted to sleep.  AJ flung himself into some clothes and scurried down the stairs in heated alarm.
	But it was only David, Darlene’s boyfriend at the door.
	“Fuck, it’s only you!” bitched AJ.
	“Gee, thanks.” And he invited himself in slinging off a book bag he always carried.  “Darlene here?” he asked ‘cause she most usually was.
	“Bookstore.” AJ said finding his cock still hard (and still leaking cum.)  David frowned, he didn’t like the bookstore—it creeped him out.  Sighing he transferred into the kitchen helping himself to the refrigerator.  AJ lingered a moment—he sort of liked David and sort of didn’t.  The boy was a leech and just as dark and disturbing as Darlene and the bookstore he didn’t like.
	After David grabbed some items from the fridge and copped a squat at the table intent on waiting for Darlene’s return, AJ returned to his room—finding his girlfriend had apparently amscrayed.  That pissed him off—although he did find her panties.  Score!
	Pissed about the interruption AJ made for the bookstore to see if he could hustle his sister home and have her do something with her boyfriend.  Maybe even sex!  AJ would feel better about that as occasionally he had gotten to spy on the two screwing in her room, garage, the basement, and living room sofa.

	Darlene was busy sorting some books; a group of creepy people were having a séance in a back room; some other creepy people mingled and with Darlene absorbed with her books and not enthused about returning home AJ left in a huff.
	When he returned home he found David not in the kitchen, or the living room OR the bathroom—one of the three places the boy was a usual fixture.  He was still jazzed about getting laid by Molly but still pissed that they had been interrupted by David.  Pissed he decided he deserved a pizza and not having any money for said pizza he went back to the bookstore to see if Darlene could help out the cause.
	If he would have went upstairs he would have found his girlfriend—and David fucking.
	OH!

	During AJ’s unexcused absence, Molly hung loose after flying into her britches and top then diving into AJ’s closet.  She thought the little dweeb would come find her—but he didn’t.  After awhile she needed to spruce up her pussy and pee.  She sometimes had whoever was fucking her wrap his rascal but she had other methods to keep her relatively safe from pregnancy.  Just prior to receiving dick she used a lubricant that inhibited viable sperm from knocking her up.  After sex she used more with a washout of her fresh fucked cunt including spermicide.
	Just as she was finished cleansing her cunt and freshening up otherwise and just before flushing the toilet—she heard unmistakable sounds.  Giggling sounds.  It wasn’t AJ so Molly held fast in the hall bathroom waiting.
	Slowly very slowly she opened the door that would never shut fully and could hear the voices from the living room.  By determination she could tell it wasn’t Darlene or AJ but Becky and David.  Molly waited, farted, and slowly every so slowly crept out of the bathroom to take a peek.
	She smiled when she saw Becky and Darlene’s boyfriend pressing their bodies—and lips together.  The two were wrapped together, lip locked, ass grabbing (mostly David was doing the ass grabbing.)  Becky broke their lock being a little paranoid that someone might come in on them.  Taking David’s hand they fled up stairs—narrowly catching Molly.
	But they didn’t catch Molly; instead, she caught them.
	Going up the ladder was a bitch ‘cause it made noise but Molly was determined and very-very carefully stole her way up just enough so as she could see the two errant lovers on the bed engaged in serious fucking.

	David was on top humping in the prone position; then he lay on the naked Becky lip locking once more with their arms and legs akimbo.  Then, they switched with David’s pud still embedded hotly into Becky’s cunt.  Becky came to be on top; she rose up and rode the boy’s shaft wriggling her body and seemingly not caring whatsoever that David was her sister’s boyfriend and she had one of her own.
	Molly couldn’t risk going all the way up the ladder lest she be discovered by sight and or sound so she couldn’t see exact penetration.  That annoyed her.  She fingered her pussy and enjoyed the show just the same.  
	Several minutes of intense humping ensued; the two naughty lovers shamelessly humped a good hump for several long enduring minutes twisting their sweaty bodies until they were well spent.  It was incredible.  They heaved, breathed, sweated, and cummed.  Their lust was powerful and that was exactly what it was—lust.  
	In Dante's Inferno, the first Canticle of the Divine Comedy, the lustful are punished by being continuously swept around in a whirlwind, which symbolizes their passions.  Penitents who are guilty of lust cleanse their soul of the sin by walking through flames, thereby purging their minds of all lustful thoughts.
	In the New Testament, lust is treated as one of many sins and states of mind. However, it is always distinguished from sexual desire, which in Christianity is a God-given gift.  Lust, however, is regarded as a wanton perversion of that gift, and is used to refer to unchecked desire for fornication, adultery, or any sexual intercourse outside of marriage.  It features in the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus states that adultery is not merely directly physical, but that whenever a man lusts after a woman, he has ‘committed adultery with her in his heart’. This is part of a general explanation the nature of sin as a state of humanity rather than a list of acts, and other sins are also portrayed as examples.
 	The Catechism of the Catholic Church teaches that Adam and Eve were constituted in an original state of “holiness and justice” free from concupiscence.  By sinning, however, Adam lost this original “state”, not only for himself but for all human beings.  As a result of this original sin, according to Catholics, human nature has not been totally corrupted; rather, human nature has only been weakened and wounded, subject to ignorance, suffering, the domination of death, and the inclination to sin and evil. This inclination toward sin and evil is called “concupiscence”. 
 	Baptism, Catholics believe, erases original sin and turns a man back towards God.  The inclination toward sin and evil persists, however, and he must continue to struggle against concupiscence (lust).
*

Blackballs II
	You know that sticky-icky dry mouth taste you get when your mouth hangs open big enough for the Romanian Air Force to land their plane in?  What awoke her she didn’t know—it was a startle and then the discovery of the ickiness in her mouth.  She was stiff and sore, achy, and confused about her whereabouts.
	Slowly it came to her and slowly she crept out of her lover’s closet.
	She yawned, farted, and checked the time.  She didn’t have much of it and had to scurry home before she got into trouble.  But first!  She found David sitting on the living room sofa; soda in hand, eyes glued to a premium cable that was adult in nature.  His cock was out and he was “busy” with the free hand.
	“Mmmm, nice.” said Molly sneaking up on him.
	David flew up spilling his soda and turning to Molly with his cock very erect.  “Holy shit,” he blurted, “don’t do that!”
	Molly just smiled and kept her eyes on his erection.
	Then David realized his faux pa and tried desperately to put it back.
	“Don’t do that, you don’t have to.” Molly said putting her self up against the corner of the sofa.  Her sweet face was sweat, round with dazzling blue eyes, a pert nose, her brown hair hanging somewhat loosely into her eyes.  She was a cutey—‘specially naked!
	David was taken aback and stood with his cock still exposed.
	Molly smiled, “I saw you.” she said not filling in the blank.
	“You’re seeing me now.” he said being a little more than confused.
	“No, I meant earlier, up in Becky’s room.”
	All the color in David Peevy’s face suddenly evaporated.  He was at a total loss for words and couldn’t move let alone breath or formulate a response.
	“You were good!” Molly said continuing to befuddle the teen.
	“Oh?” he said equally confused but concerned to some point that the girl wasn’t running screaming out of the house.
	“Yeah, I liked what I saw.” she said giggling.
	“Wanna see mine?”

	David did more than “see” Molly Gingwald’s cunt.  On AJ’s bed the girl flopped shucking her jeans once more then spreading her legs.  David was a little taken aback at the girl’s aggressiveness—er, willingness.  He didn’t know how to take it but his cock did.

	Almost without knowing did David come out of his clothes; his bone still ached from his doing with Becky earlier.  He didn’t seem bothered that Molly was twelve—it didn’t both him that he had sex with his sister’s girlfriend, either.  
	On the bed between Molly’s legs he checked the girl’s goodie with some admiration.  His cock needed a little respite between fuckings so taking the opportunity he merely went down on the pre-teen’s cunt and drove her into a new realm of bliss.  AJ had never eaten her pussy and she loved it.
	David was turned on by the girl’s actions; she pounded the side of his head with her flailing legs, her bucking pussy into his face, the scent of her stanky cunt filling his nose and mouth.  His tongue flicked all about devouring the girl’s poon; his fingers worked her pussy with one jamming into her asshole he hoped to fuck, too.
	Two minutes tops and David’s dick was ready for action.  Young Molly’s cunt was swollen, gasping for breath and tingling like never before.  David’s cock slowly slid into her sex and with each penetrating inch the tingling sensation in her young cunny tingled all the more.  There was great lubrication as her juices began to flow and she was cumming.
	David tried at first to slowly fuck the girl and give her a good “what for” but as soon as his prick was seated fully into her that premise was washed and he began to pump.  Molly was a good looking girl with a nice tight cunt.  She wriggled, jiggled, and made making love to her quite exciting and before you know it—he, too, was cumming.
	Try-try-try as he might he tried to hold off the coming flood but the ushering in of blissful orgasmic tides would not be denied and juts of cum flooded young Molly’s cunt.  Young Molly had cum multiple times during the three minute fuck; she gripped the boy bringing their bodies together.  The stench of their love blended with their sweat (and cum) until they finally exhaustedly fell apart and lay heaving on the bed.
	“I gotta get home.” Molly said, it was getting late and she hated getting bald out by her Dad, much less getting a spanking.  Quickly the girl washed her cunt and applied more spermicide and as she dressed watching David wash off his naughty parts—she was horny again.
	But it was late and David walked the girl home.
	Ten minutes later and Darlene came home…
	Hours later and Becky came home—using the backdoor seeing that her Daddy’s truck was still gone.  She was a little drunk (no, correction—a LOT drunk) and barely made it all the way to her bed.  She had pissed her pants but that was ok—AJ was there to change her out of her clothes…
	There wasn’t room in Becky’s attic room for a proper closet, she didn’t mind; she had her own room.  There was a dresser and shelves for her clothes and a rod system for her dress outfits.  She was cool with the setup but it left really no where for a sneak to hide unobserved.
	Except one place—which was under the bed.
	Becky had a nice full sized bed with a ruffled skirt on a white cast iron bed with rails, an ornate headboard and small footboard.  Darlene hid herself under the bed and waited.  And fell asleep waiting.  She soon was awakened by the scuffling of her sister stumbling UP the ladder then flopping onto her bed.
	Moments later, right as rain, there was AJ.
	With steady precision the boy slipped into the room, hesitated a moment then lingered at the door half a moment before moving to the bed.  Once there, with his feet right at Darlene’s unseen head he pushed down his pants and underwear.  Then, stepping out of them he crawled up onto the bed.  Darlene, holding his breath, pulled herself up with her head right at the foot edge where she would have optimum view.
	AJ was taking his time but finally got off Becky’s pissed in pants and despite the pissy crotch—he sniffed them!  After sniffing they were discarded and then off came her panties.  Her legs were put up on his shoulders with her crotch right against his sex.  After sniffing the very wet panty crotch he went to business of grinding against the passed out girl.
	Darlene smiled and found herself fingering her own sex; with the light from the bathroom and the natural light from the outside she could see well enough and see AJ’s balls slapping against Becky as the sex between the two siblings progressed.
	After much grinding, though, AJ repositioned himself to “go down” on his unconscious sib.  He seemed never to mind the fact that she was soaked in urine.  He licked, nipped, and drove his tongue all over the girl’s cunt before finally moving up to lay his serious erection against her sex.  
	Darlene’s own sex was on fire; she fingered herself and could reach out and touch her brother’s sweaty ass.  The boy had balls, serious balls.  He seemed to have no compunction about what he was doing or who he was doing it to.  With his cock grinding against his sister’s cunt the boy got into a groove whereas soon enough he was in her.
	Becky remained totally unconscious and never knew anything.
	AJ was a slow fucker, he slid in and out with precise precision; sometimes he pulled out to grind against the well fucked cunt, then delve back into her to push himself all the way in—then gyrate about a bit before resuming pumping.

	Five minutes later and the boy had cum.
	So had Darlene.
	After cumming off (or in) he pulled out to lay on his sister lightly humping her to his delight.  Darlene wasn’t sure what he was doing but he was doing it for several minutes.  Finally, he sat up to massage Becky’s titties—which was what he had been doing (sucking them.)
	Slowly he dismounted, flopped his cock and giggled; Darlene barely was able to keep from being seen but then wondered why.  She could easily bust him and have him by the balls.
	AJ then went into the bathroom and took a long-long forever piss.  Then he washed his cock and balls and brought the washrag out to clean up his soiled sister.  Then, he got fresh panties and pajamas and dressed her.  Then after collecting his clothes he left.
	Feeling extra horny, Darlene scampered down the ladder and made for her brother’s room.  She knew she could call David and the horny horndog would be there in seconds.  But she proceeded with her plan—confronting AJ about his doings with Becky.  It was always a wise thing to have something on someone else—especially a family member just in case you needed a trump card later on in life; an alimony, money, place to hide, someone to hold the gun or bloody knife…
	AJ was naked in his room.
	“Hey!” he yelled as Darlene came in unannounced and uninvited.
	“Hi!” Darlene said trying not to look at his noodle but stared at it anyways.  It was not hard, not limp, just “there.”  AJ was upset at the intrusion but then noted Darlene’s staring.
	“What?” seeings as how he always got into trouble for staring at her when she was naked or rushing into her room to scare or something.
	“I know about you and Becky.”
	AJ stood like he had been hit upside the head with a brick.  His dark eyes bulged and he seemed to have stopped breathing, too.
	“And I know that Becky doesn’t know.” Darlene added smiling.
	AJ blinked his eyes, looked confused, then, standing naked with a half interested noodle, “I-I know about you, too.” he said meekly.
	This caught Darlene off-guard.
	“No what about me?”
	“You and Mark.”
	Shit.
	Now it was Darlene’s turn to bulge eyes and stop breathing.

	Just then, to break the eeriness between them, a sound (familiar) and a yelp of distress.  AJ and Darlene rushed to the window determining that the distraction was from their neighbors, the Tildons.

	Sharlotte Tildon was sixteen, she had a sister, Holly, who was fourteen.  Both girls were in some kind of trouble from their single Dad, Ty.  Ty Tildon and his girls hadn’t been in the neighborhood two months.  They weren’t too sociable but not unsocialable, either.  They would acknowledge your existence on the earth but that was about it.  They went to school but none of the Gilbonner children had any classes with them.
	Against a bed Sharlotte and Holly were positioned on their knees, naked.  The angle from AJ’s bedroom wasn’t very good but they could see disciplinarian action in progress.  The girls’ Daddy had a belt and lashed both girls across their bare asses at the same time.  
	What their offense could have been was unknown, the girls were stricken repeatedly several times before they got up and were out of view.  What went on then was unknown but…
	During the severe spanking view—AJ got wood.
	Darlene noticed.
	AJ masturbated his cock, mouth open, staring intently at the action across the fence.  Darlene stretched her hand to her brother’s cock and took over pleasing it.  Then, when the disciplined Tildon girls went out of view, Darlene “went down” on her brother’s cock.
	Oh!

*

	And somewhere along between her brother, boyfriend David, sister’s boyfriend Mark, Darlene Gilbonner got pregnant (regardless of precautions.)  She wasn’t aware until two months had passed; only got worried on the third and was sure by the fourth.  Only on during the 5th month did she begin to show and her Daddy discovered her being “sick” and with strange cravings.  
	But it wasn’t so much as being found out pregnant by her Daddy.
	“Oh?” Pike asked.
	“Yeah, one night he found me and AJ together.”  Naked, laying together on her bed.  Daddy Dan was supposed to be at a union meeting social get together but he got ill and came home early.  Too early—AND he didn’t pull into the driveway but in the alleyway (whereas he could load up the sheetrock he had been hording for a job he was do to the following day.)
	“What happened?”

	Daddy Dan exploded—Darlene made herself scarce and AJ ran off with the neighbor Holly Tildon.  
	“You’re welcome to hang here.” Pike told her.  Darlene was relieved and Pike horny.  The girl had already met his house guests but all seemed to be going ok.  It was another security breech and the business with Jonas still bothered him.  Loose ends, security breeches, all were unnerving.

Later that night
	It was quite a scene with young Julie Lorraine on her hands and knees sucking Chip Gavin’s cock while behind her Pike Elsworth fucked her butt.  Meanwhile, Micah Finstein humped Jessica while she serviced Frankie Shorn’s schlong.
	Quite a scene for visiting pregnant Darlene to see.
	She was at first stunned but then intrigued—and then horny.  She remained hidden watching the festivities.  Whether or not she was to use it to her advantage, more blackballing, or not was not clear.  She sat in the near darkness of the hallway peeking thru the slight open crack of Pike’s bedroom door.
	Later that morning for her umpteenth time up peeing and being a little nauseous, she spied seeing Uncle Pike loving on the boy “Chip.”  They were standing, naked, bodies together, Chip’s hands on Pike’s ass, their mouths together deeply and passionately involved.
	On the bed, Jessica lay with the girl named Julie sitting on her face; Micah between Jessie’s legs, and Frankie standing up precariously on the bed pillows straddling Jessie’s head face fucking Julie.
	Darlene was impressed.  She didn’t know the relationship (if any) between the kids, Jessie, and Uncle Pike—and she didn’t ask, either.  Everyone seemed to be good, acting ok, no fear or threat, or punishment.  She hadn’t seen the use of an EMAD but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one in use.
	Frankie came.  His cock against the pretty girl’s young face humping all over, in her mouth and then just all over with his testicle sac up against her mouth or nose—he finally began squirting getting the sticky mess into the girl’s lovely brown hair.  Frankie let out a satisfying moan then leaned back to rest his sweaty ass on the ornate wooden headboard flogging his dog and reeling in the dirty deed done.  Julie was brought down by Jessica who cleaned the girl’s soiled face off—with her tongue.

Later that morning
	While preparing the breakfast hours later, Pike smiled and acknowledged Darlene’s existence on the earth as she came in rubbing her growing belly and sleepy eyes.  
	“You didn’t have to hide out in the hallway,” Pike told her, “you coulda come in and joined us.”  He offered a smile and served up breakfast.  Someone was actually nice to her—she figured he wanted something in return (sex) but she liked Pike.
	“Some of us have to go to work,” he smiled at Darlene, “think you can hang here alright?” of course, there was Jessie to help.
	Darlene nodded and Pike gulped some juice and made his way.

Tanya Ceburger
	Cute girl, Mexican/American, beautiful raven dark hair—silky and luxurious (and a lot of it, too!)  She always smelled so nice—gave her teacher a woody every time.  A nice smile, a nice rack, and a pleasant girl all around—Pike Elsworth (her teacher) liked her.
	The girl was popular, friendly, outgoing, and destined for politics; she was running for class president and needed Mr. Elsworth’s recommendation as well as technical writing help for her campaign.
	“See me after class.” Pike told her, for then was more ample time outside of class.  The girl, none the wiser agreed.  Pike smiled and his cock groaned.

	“See burger—Ceburger!”  how corny can you get?
	“Like the energizer bunny, she just keeps going and going!”
	“TC for PC!” (president of class)
	and several other slogans that didn’t quite make the cut.
	“Tried and true slogans are your best bet, honesty.” Pike told pretty girl who had his cock and soul humming.  She was so pretty he wondered if she was a virgin.  She had no brothers, but possibly cousins.  
	Sitting back in the chair he took in the girl’s wiggling ass as she bent over onto the desk.  He was bothered by the lack of security, Jonas still bothered him.  After regular class session had let out he had gone to the office for some paperwork then returned to his class to meet Tanya, the future freshman class president possibly national president.  She was politically minded and concerned with not boys, clothes, sports but rather the environment and social issues.
	Out of habit—he closed the door slipping a piece of paper up onto the peep window “TESTING IN PROGRESS—DO NOT DISTURB!”

	Of course, if Jonas was around and should see said paper he knew that there was no “testing” in progress—but more accurately something devious.  And he would be right.
	The temptation was too much to ignore—so he didn’t.  With Tanya absorbed in her campaign slogoning—her favorite teacher easily captured her brain wave pattern and sighed when the green light indicator stating so said so.  
	‘are you a virgin?’
	“No.”
	‘Boyfriend?’
	“No.”
	‘Daddy?’
	“No.”	
	‘Cousin?  Uncle?  Teacher?’
	“No, no, no.”
	the plot thickens.
	Smoothing his hand over the girl’s ass, then raising the Fall-like dress Pike took a long gander at the delightfully well shaped ass clad in pinkish panties.  His cock groaned but ached to rub itself against that well shaped ass, then dwell between.
	No, it wasn’t a boyfriend, daddy, cousin, uncle, or teacher who had breeched Tanya’s secret place but a dildo.  Yep, a dildo.  More specifically, a strap-on dildo strapped onto the bod of a girlfriend.  Tanya Ceburger wasn’t gay in any sense, just sensible.  A dildo couldn’t get you pregnant.
	Pike was amused and his amusement carried him to position himself behind the girl, slid her panties down to expose fully her delightful teenage ass; then, Pike Jr. made an appearance and began gliding nicely up and down Tanya’s crack just briefly kissing the pooter hole.
	Yeah, a dildo had gone there, too.

distractions
	Despite the many times he had already cum in recent days, cum production was high and after three minutes of stimulating his sex organ a gracious quantity of love cream spewed into Tanya’s crapper.  Grabbing holt of the girl’s hips, Pike slammed hard straining every inch of his generous schlong into the funk tube express.  The near instantaneous energy plummet came quickly virtually draining Pike of his energy and senses.
	Remaining conscious he backed up to rest his ass against the chalkboard chalk tray admiring his cum squeezing out of Tanya’s hole.  Pussy was great an’ all, and so was a mouth—but a tight shitter beat all!

	After cleaning the girl’s hole, and himself, Pike positioned the hapless teen on his desk and proceeded to munch her out—when he heard the unmistakable sounds of a janitor’s cart.  
	Pike fumed.  That nosey Jonas Williams.  Bothersome—very-very bothersome.  Taking in Tanya’s lovely dildo fucked only cunt, Pike dressed the girl and put her back the way she was—quickly raced to the door after ripping the paper out of the window cracked open the door then returned to the desk and “resumed” the natural course of events.
	Tanya shook her head and took on the promise of being ill.
	Pike patted her shoulders and Tanya had a change of heart on her campaign.  After wiggling her ass and being more and more uncomfortable she fled the room and Pike followed moments later—Jonas Williams was in an adjacent classroom and missed the event.
	The girl was quick, Pike noted.  He assumed she fled to one of the bathrooms.  For a moment, after checking the status of his EMAD and the ability to “shimmer” thusly rendering him invisible, he thought of going invisible and perusing the closest bathrooms to finish up what he had started.
	The first bathroom had a sign on the door OUT OF ORDER.  The next closest bathroom was in the next building over, but then there were three bathrooms in that area and with a janitor’s cart at the double doors of the closest building Pike could go searching all over and not find the right one.
	Of course, it was after three and up the slight hill to the gymnasiums were the boys and girls coming in off of the field.  All sweaty, stinky, and naked.  Showers.  Pike couldn’t believe that he had not used his special abilities to go snooping in the gyms having himself a look about in the showers!
	Standing under the cooling shade of a mulberry tree contemplating the mysteries of life he found his legs were moving.  He wanted to go home and contemplate the mysterious of life there in the sanctity of his chair surrounded by his naked ‘family’.  
	Instead, he was moving towards the gyms.

	Fifteen or so boys occupied space in the gym; most were at their lockers; naked, half naked, in the process of dressing to go home.  Boys from fifteen to seventeen; short, tall, dark haired, blond; tan, white, lily white, neon white, black, and Mexican.  Boys who could use more time in the gym and boys who could use time on Pike’s bed!

	One by one, by twos and threes the boys filed out of the gym leaving two in the shower and two slinking in the no-door multi use bathroom.  The two boys in the shower took their time; all lathered up, flapping their lips about their girlfriends, their coach, and their cars.  Nothing special going on and soon they rinsed their fine seventeen year old bods down and moved to the locker area to dry and then dress.
	In the bathroom—the two boys there lingered.  They were naked but had yellow terrycloth towels about them.  Occasionally they checked the open door to see who was about and when they could, they flashed one another and played some grab ass catching Pike’s attention.
	The boys, too, ducking into a stall together engaged in other than pass interference.  On closer inspection—the boys had dropped their towels and were engaged bodies together, mouths together, cocks hard.  Their hands clamped tightly to the other’s ass as their young viral fifteen year old bodies meshed together.  Their passion heated and soon,
	Jay Burtrand turned his friend, Kyle Bobowski around.  Kyle “assumed” the position; legs spread, one hand on the dirty/grimy tile wall above the toilet with one hand pulling a cheek open.  Jay slapped his cock all about Kyle’s ass and soon began gliding it up and down the crack before pushing himself into the hole.
	Fucking soon commenced.

	When the two boys in the gym area dressed in their street clothes and then left, the two boys in the stall came out.  Pike stood still with his cock out thrusting hard into his hand.  He was horny and a hole was a hole was a hole to be fucked and filled with cum.  It was that simple.  Boy hole, girl hole—a hole was a hole.
	Jay was a lanky bird, long arms and legs but kinda clumsy in the basketball department.  He was uncoordinated and didn’t fully grasp the concept of balling—except when it came to his butt buddy.  The butt buddy, Kyle, was a little bit shorter in height, dark-dark hair, blue eyes, and had a beautiful smile.  (the one on his face, too!)
	Seeing the coast was clear, the naked youths ran amok in the gym, darting in and out of the locker aisles then sliding dangerously on the wet soapy grungy tile in the shower area where they came together and arms and legs entwined they began kissing again.
	They began fucking again, too.
	Kyle went to his knees taking his friend’s schwinger working it before rolling his tongue about the super sensitive crown.  Then he sucked on the head still stroking the cock while cupping the balls and getting off.

	On one of the benches on his back with his legs pulled back, Jay Burtrand took it in the ass from Kyle.  Pike was enamored to say the least watching the boys fuck.  Kyle’s legs despite being fifteen was masculine and he had quite the thrusting action as he put it to his friend.  After a few thrustings he repositioned himself whereas he straddled his friend guiding Jay’s schlong into his flaming hole.  Then he rode it.

	Karl.  He missed Karl.  What happened to Karl he wished hadn’t and he wished he could have helped—like get the body to the special pond at the cabin.  Maybe it would have helped.  Was it too late?  Body was drained of fluids, been in the ground a few days…
	His thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice.
	“What in the fucking hell do we got going on here!?”  Coach Burl Bickers had come upon Jay and Kyle, he hadn’t caught them butt humping but they were nude, close together, and had hard-ons.  It was only obvious.
	“Git yer friggin’ faggoty asses in my office.  NOW!”
	The naked boys moved and moved quickly.
	“Goddamn fucking faggoty fucking faggots!” the coach muttered as he turned to follow the pair.  
	At the coach’s office Pike for some reason was once more taken to the mysterious pond.  It had miraculous healing properties, even giving life back.  But was there limits?  It was doubtful that the pool could bring back Karl, it was far too late for him.  Regrettable.  He felt badly for what had happened to him and there was nothing that he could do about it.
	The “Gray World” was still pestering him, too—his curiosity was great but there was a founding fear that kept him from initiating the strange application.  What did it mean?  What would it do?  There was no information on the Gray World and it was a curiosity that Pike just had to know.
	In the coach’s office:  Jay Burtrand, son of a church deacon, sucked the cock of his friend, Kyle “Bobo” Bobowski while Kyle “Bobo” Bobowski got spanked-seriously spanked by their Coach.
	And the Coach was nude, too!
	Kyle’s ass was smacked HARD by the Coach’s hand firstly, then a ping pong paddle that made the young teen dance as he maintained his stance and his cock in Jay’s mouth.
	Coach Burl Bickers then went to Jay’s ass, smoothing his hand over the young flesh but didn’t apply his hand of paddle to the naughty teen’s ass; instead, he applied his cock!  

	Jay gobbled dong as he was spanked by the Coach’s cock; up and down his crack the Coach dragged his dick; then, began making anal penetration.  Once all the way in he “reached around” to play with Jay’s cock (and balls.)
	Kyle fired off a mouthful of cum and nearly melted as he completed the deed.  Pulling out of Jay’s mouth Kyle humped his friend’s face, rubbing his cock all over the boy who actually appeared to be about twelve more than fifteen.
	Jay sucked on the shaft of his friend’s cock, his balls and all very adamantly.  Coach Bickers slammed Jay’s hole and when Jay’s cock was at it’s hardest—Kyle took to sucking the cock getting it even harder.
	The Coach continued his anal invasion; his hands went up and down the boy’s sides, pinching the lad’s nipples and appearing to be very lustful despite his earlier comments about “faggoty faggots.”
	Just before Jay was to cum and Kyle was ordered (by Bickers) to “turn around” and “take it”.  Kyle turned around, bent over, positioned himself, and “took it” in the ass.  Jay’s throbbing erection went nicely into the awaiting hole and with hands on the boy’s hips began a steady fuck fest all the while he himself was still being reamed.

	Pike considered Coach Bickers for sidekick—but he was no Karl.  But he was close!  After their private session in the office they continued with another in the shower area.  Kyle was reamed with a soaped up Coach’s cock while he serviced Jay’s cock.  More was going to happen when their were voices to be heard—lots of voices—screaming voices of young people.
	Jay and Kyle quickly fled, dressed, and made themselves scarce while Bickers made for his office and dressed coming out just in time as a small herd of young boys from the elementary school came rushing into the gym.  A haggard elementary teacher accompanied by a midlevel teenage boy was in charge of the group—they were on an after school outing to the high school touring the gym and a sports fields.
	The teacher, Ms. Alicia Addams had her hands full and had actually volunteered to do the outing.  She had no idea what she had gotten herself into—twelve boys from eight to ten years who were a little more than hyper.  There were some girls, too; they were at the adjoining gym for high school girls; they were charged by a teenage girl.
	Bickers showed the little urchins the locker room, the showers, equipment room; he seemed a little gruff putting on the persona of a typical high school coach.  

	“KEEP TOGETHER,” he barked, “this aint a social!” it was a way to keep the youngsters together and in line.  More orders were barked maintaining order.  Another coach came along who was less gruff and took the young potential high schoolers to the gymnasium.  
	Coach Bickers, it was so noticed (by Pike) feasted his eyes on the teen boy helping Ms. Addams.  His eyes, too, were on Ms. Addams!  But he ultimately settled on Brian Sarcassi. 
	As the group of youngsters filed into the main area of the gym, ten year old Brian was “detained.”  He stopped cold in his tracks with what looked like Coach Bickers “hiding/slinking” behind a row of lockers.  The boy didn’t move and for a whole minute and a half neither did the Coach.
	At length the man moved out from the lockers and came up behind the boy.  No one came back looking for the missing lad and the Coach did not push the lad into the gym area.  Instead, with light pressure on his shoulders directed the boy back to his office.
	Oh!
	In the sanctity of his office the Coach paused then wasted no more time and pulled down the boy’s pants.  The boy remained absolutely still.  A handsome fart he was, sandy brown hair, blue eyes, some freckling on his nose, a sweet boyish face, and wearing blue underpants with cartoon characters on them!
	The Coach grinned then slid the cartoony undies down, too.
	After gawking at Brian’s cock he stood up and unleashed his manhood and blatantly began masturbating right before Brian’s face!  The boy didn’t bat an eye.  Bickers pressed his prick against the sweet face of the boy before pushing the head of his butthole fucking cock into Brian’s mouth.
	After a few pumps in and out and more face humping, the Coach squatted down and began playing with Brian’s pud.  When the Coach hoisted Brian up onto the desk, taking the boy’s legs back laying him down, Pike then saw the small EMAD in Bicker’s hand.
	With his legs pushed back, Coach Bickers began fingering Brian’s asshole.  And from fingering to licking it!  From licking to slurping on the boy’s hairless balls as well as devouring his cock!  Pike seriously considered offering the man a sidekick union card.
	After sucking on Brian’s sex Coach Bickers laid his hardened cock against the boy’s hole.  Pike thought the man would surely sodomize the boy, but he didn’t.  It was merely a poke, a prod, and a brief introduction.  Out in the locker room there was trouble.

	Donna Verdugga and Greg Apperson seemed desperate as they searched for the missing elementary student, Brian Sarcassi.
	“You sure he came with us?” Donna asked.
	Greg nodded “Yes” and continued searching, checking open lockers and lockers without locks.  
	“I think he’s a good kid and wouldn’t go hiding or something.”
	“Maybe he’s in a bathroom.” Greg surmised.
	Donna looked relieved, “That has to be it.”
	Greg quickly checked the locker room bathroom while Donna went to go to the nearest bathroom outside of the gym.
	Upon finding no one in the bathroom, Greg turned to continue his search—and knew nothing more at that point.
	Boldly, Coach Bickers stepped up to the teen and undone the lad’s pants.  Pike would have at least taken him into the bathroom.  Not Coach Bickers, though; with the pants undone down came the undies just enough to free the lad’s sex and ass.  The Coach then began a serious bout of fondling, fingering, and exploration.
	Seventeen year old Greg Apperson from another high school stood absolutely still.  Bickers “went down” on the boy sucking him getting him absolutely hard.  Once it was hard, the Coach stood and took the boy’s hardened schlong placing it against him.  Then—then the man turned about taking Greg’s cock placing it against his ass!  It was like Bickers was trying to get the boy to fuck him!
	Pike was about to intervene and help out the Coach when the teenage girl, Donna, returned shouting from the doors, “DID YOU FIND HIM?”
	The Coach barely had time to duck into the bathroom before Donna came into view—to find Greg with his pants and underwear down and a raging hard-on.  So stunned was the girl that she was stunned into place allowing the Coach to zap her, too.
	Bickers sighed, farted, and stood with an equally hard hard-on with bits of cum oozing from the piss slit.  He stood contemplating deeply thinking and checking his small mind altering device that was palm sized.  Licking his lips he took the teens by their elbows bringing them to his office where young Brian still stood, naked.

	Young naked Brian still seemed to be the object of the Coach’s attention; on his knees he brought the nude youth into his person, caressing his ass and seemingly to be very affectionate.  It was obvious that Bickers wanted to fuck the boy.  After some loving the boy was laid out on the oddly colored green nappy sofa, shoulders to the back of the sofa and angled; then,

	The legs were pushed back and the Coach once more began probing the boy’s anus without penetration.  A lot of serious humping, though.  A lot of serious humping.  Brian’s legs fell to where the ankles laid onto Bickers’ shoulders.  This allowed the naughty coach to begin serious ramming his way into the boy’s shit tube.  The head was in and Bickers was slowly making his way fully.
	Brian, though, made a face, a groan, and seemed to be “aware” causing Bickers to quit and be in fear.  With the boy resuming his mindless being, though, the Coach felt better.  He was pissed that he didn’t get to make full anal entry.  
	So, down came Greg’s pants.
	Greg Apperson had a nice cock.  Coach Bickers fondled it, stroked it and seemingly seemed to admire it before taking the boy’s cock into his mouth and sucking it.  Though there were differences between Coach Bickers and Karl Nambly there, too, were similarities.
	Coach Bickers, after sucking Greg’s very teenage cock, turned about and tried to get the boy to fuck him.  Pike was awed—but he lingered in acting or inviting the man into his world.  A security issue?  Something more?  The man was no Karl, he was gruff and his actions were just different.
	Getting Greg to dick him, though, wasn’t happening.  It was but then it wasn’t—there was no satisfactory penetration.  Apparently, Coach Bickers’ EMAD had only the ability to nub the mind and nothing more.  No “actions”, no Q&A, nothing more than be mindless.
	Undaunted, though, Bickers had Greg’s hard cock rub all over his ass, poke his hole and then—then he masturbated the boy until a goodly amount of teen cum spewed onto his cock and balls.
	The next thing that happened totally blew Pike’s mind.
	The Coach, who was in damn good shape, tall, had his hair, teeth, and good physique, situated himself against his desk and BENT OVER sucking on his own cock!  It was amazing and truly amazing.  Truly.  Not all of the cock, just the head.  Pike was more than awed and a step closer to handing out an invite.
	Donna Verdugga.
	Two minutes?  Seemed more, but the Coach stood staring at the seventeen year old high school junior with severe lust in mind.  His cock dripped cum, his own and Greg’s.  He seemed captivated by the girl’s face, which was captivating; lovely brown hair very styled, brown eyes, a long face, and a “sweetness” about her that was enchanting.

	Then the Coach resumed his extra curricular activity of debauchery; fondling the girl’s breasts, squeezing the glorious appropriately sized orbs with some delight.  Then, though there was absolutely no time—he undone the girl’s pants and pushed them down.
	Lavender panties, bikini style.  
	For the first time, the Coach smiled.
	A moment was taken more to take in the girl in her panties, then he slid those down, too.  Pike could hear voices in the outer room—time was one thing the Coach did not have.
	The Coach didn’t seem worried about the “time” constraints and stood up against Donna wrapping his arms about her squeezing her ass grinding his cock down between her legs.  Soon he had her on his desk working her pants and panties down—and then off.
	No time!  No time!
	The Coach paid no heed to the time taken and removed Donna’s blouse and then her bra rendering her totally nude.  And after taking a digital photo of her, Gregg and Brian, the naughty-oh so naughty coach put it to the girl.  She was not a virgin (not that that would have mattered to Bickers.)
	His nut was already primed so it took only a minute and a half before the spew began to flow.  Bickers drove his cock DEEP into the teen’s cunt, slamming her pussy hard with a herky-jerky method of getting off.  He trembled all over, farted, and unloaded a massive wad of man cum.
	Totally exhausted the coach settled to the floor.  Pike took a long gander at the naked girl but wasn’t interested in sinking his bone into her—he had good pussy at home waiting for him.
	Suddenly,
	“Who the fuck are you?” breathed Burl Bickers.
	Pike stared at the near naked man who was heaving and staring at him.  Pike offered a meek smile then said, “I’m nobody.” Then, ‘and I aint here.’
	A brilliant flash of light (in Bickers’ mind) and all was well.

	Out in the gym there was some mild curiosity as well as concern about the missing teens and Brian Sarcassi.  Some of the kids visiting surmised that Donna and Gregg were doing the “horizontal hokey pokey.”
	In Coach Bickers’ office—the man had pulled himself together, dressed everyone, and didn’t look well.  He seemed pale, breathed hard, and stumbled about as he redressed the kids.  By the elbow he took everyone out in to the gym area where a very grateful Ms. Alicia rushed to the missing students.  Something was amiss, though, causing Pike to get involved.

	Quickly Pike eased the frozen minds of Donna, Greg, and Brian.  They would remember nothing but being escorted about by the coach and seeing his office and so on.  The boys had hard-ons, Donna had “stickiness” betwixt her legs but had no memory of getting boinked.  Pike put it to her (mind wise) that she had diddled herself into a tizzy.  He saw in her mind briefly that she liked little boys…)
	While Pike diddled with the kids’ minds, Coach Bickers suffered a massive heart failure and was possibly dead before he hit the grimy tile floor.  The discovery of sperm in his shorts was disheartening and a more sterner investigation soon ensued—this after the man was taken to the hospital and examined.  By then, Donna Verdugga had gone home, showered, and had sex with a little boy she was in charge of never the wiser of being raped in the Coach’s office.
	After the Coach had been whisked away, Pike snagged the man’s EMAD then smade his way along intent on going the fuck home when he saw a little girl visitor lingering in the shower area—being sneaky.

More distractions
	Oh how wicked is our web!
	Gina Mulgarbey was the sneaky little girl; she was a cutie, too!  Lovely long brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, a sweet fresh face, a little lumpy in the chestal region.  She seemed to be mostly curious, hoping to see a boy’s noodle.  She was out of luck but still she hoped.
	With the chaos of the coach dying, ambulance arrival, teachers and students were scattered everywhere giving ample time for the invisible Pike to pursue Gina.  The little girl in a nice three-piece skirt outfit (top, short/small vest with skirt) ducked out of the way and managed to stay hidden while a more than haggard Ms. Alicia Addams struggled to maintain some semblance of order and keep her children together as well as check who was missing.
	Meanwhile,
	‘go left.’  ‘walk forward, STOP!’  ‘turn right, go forward.’
	Off to the far left end of the locker room was the storage room for the gym’s stuff—towels, balls, sports equipment, what have you.  
	‘pull your skirt up, hold it.’
	Gina Mulgarbey held up her skirt revealing white kiddie panties with a floral print.  Snug, tight, revealing, too, a nice muffin.  Pike drooled and gingerly slid the girl’s panties down revealing then her nakedness.  Pike was pleased and wasted no time in fingering her virginity.

	Finger-finger-finger!
	The sensation of just fingering out a girl’s cunt was fantastic.  There was some sort of unique feeling in the illicit act; it couldn’t be explained.  Pike guessed it was something akin to love.  Lustful illicit diabolical love but love nonetheless.
	He squeezed the girl, caressed her butt, worked his fingers down into her crack and didn’t ask her any questions—it was just enough to squeeze her, touch and finger.  Laying her down on a bench her panties were slid off followed by her skirt.  His hands then went up under her blouse of blue plaid finding a small bra concealing her budding breasts.  For a long moment he squeezed the delightful mounds causing his sex drive to kick it into higher lust.
	If he had no feelings for her, if she were in his basement or at the cabin—then, yeah, he would have mounted her and drove his prong into her sex.  But the thing was, he did have feelings for her so he merely went down on her, licking her pussy out to his delight.
	And he did delight in his doing; his tongue got the work out but his fingers also enjoyed probing and exploring.  Then, of course, his cock laid against the child’s snatch and there he did hump until spilling his spew.  He thought he would pass out the release was so dynamic.  All over Gina’s cunt the sperm was a mess; Pike glided his cock in the spilled mess gouging Gina’s cunt with the spillage finding his ability to hold off plunging his fuck tool into the girl’s pussy exceedingly difficult not to.
	But a look to her face and he relented—to hold off.  Cumming off onto her cunt was good enough.  The desire to add her to his Collection, though, was a toughie to ignore.  After wiping her cunny clean of his spunk he sat on the bench with the girl between his legs.  Her panties and skirt were still off and Pike had no choice but to remove her top with vest.  She was then hugged, patted, caressed, and fingered.
	The desire to have her to himself increased.

Leighanne Shough
	Nothing more would please him than to get the fuck off of campus and go home.  He but a distraction once more invaded his plan and waylaid his plans.  But, working his way from the gathered throng at the boy’s gym he inadvertently trekked to the girl’s gym.
	To avoid security and police Pike saw his way thru the girl’s gym from one door to the other.  Then, out along the tennis courts, down thru the upper shop classes, then along the secondary auditorium and finally to the faculty parking lot “B” where his ride awaited him.

	His trek-escape took him along the outer area of the girl’s locker room.  His naughty senses picked up distinctive sounds of someone (or someones) showering.  There was no proceeding until satisfying the lust.  ‘just a peek’ he told himself, just a peek—famous last words.
	One lone occupant showered; she was all lathered up and not a sole else was in the area.  It wasn’t until the girl had rinsed off than did Pike smile in knowing who she was—Leighanne Shough.  She was fifteen, in his class, and definitely on his List.
	As the girl began drying, Pike realized that they were not entirely alone—there was a boy lingering at the double entrance doors, just inside, impatiently tapping his foot, shifting his weight, hands in pockets very-very annoyed that his sister was taking so long.  He was ten and a handsome little turd; brown hair like his sisters; bowl-like hair style with lots of hair, and a sweet boyish face.
	‘ever see your sister naked?’
	“Sometimes.” he said aloud.  Sometimes.  Only sometimes, he wanted, desired, to see ALL the time.  Which was a typical fantasy for most boy brothers.
	‘would you like to TOUCH your sister?’ when she was naked.
	The boy, Christopher, couldn’t even respond one way or the other; his young mind went into lockdown as he contemplated the scene of touching his naked sister.  A quirky smile came to the boy’s face, a twitching upper lip area as he longed for the scene in his mind.
	Lieghanne wasn’t naughty with her brother—no way—no how.  Which was a bummer for the boy entering into a stage whereas he wanted to be naughty.  It was only recently that he had begun to see his sister for more than being a “sister.”  His interests in girls had heightened and often did he do what he could to spy on girls—neighborhood girls, classmate girls, family girls, family friends’ girls, and so on.
	But having a girl in the house was the thing—but the girl in the house was fifteen and wouldn’t allow the boy in the house a simple peek.  Pike smiled “I can change that.’

	Standing at her locker, Lieghanne continued drying and fussing with her hair.  She looked a lot different naked—Pike wanted her in his basement or more likely at his remote cabin—WITH the girl’s brother!  Chris had a strong-strong desire to hump his sister (among other things…)
	Pike probed the girl’s mind:
	‘virgin?’
	“No.”

	‘boyfriend?’ inquiring mind wanted to know.
	“Yes.”  Adam Gains.  And Brad Vanders.  And Cal Masterson.
	They were high school boys while Leighanne (at the time) was not.
	In junior high, there was Paul Hugh, Ham Nolon, and Gary Boggs.
	‘take it in the ass?’
	“Yes.” But it wasn’t her preferred place of jolly.
	‘suck cock?’
	“Yes.”
	She wasn’t a very kinky girl; no foreign objects got her off; she wasn’t into water sports and didn’t take risks of doing it publicly although with Brad Vanders they did it in his backyard, in his car at the drive-in movie and with Cal Masterson—they humped at his high school under the football bleachers DURING a game.
	Pike stood up against her, right up against her caressing her young teen body.  When taking dick from those aforementioned boys she DID most often have them wrap their rascals.  There were a couple of occasions where the rascal wasn’t wrapped but sex happened anyways.  She DID take dick in the ass—it just wasn’t a preference and usually was the hole of choice when a condom wasn’t in use.
	As for her brother—letting him see her naked just creeped her out.  It wasn’t so much as being “wrong” for him to see her but as they had matured—or at least she had, modesty took precedence and he was no longer allowed or justified to see her unclothed.
	Fuck that.
	‘you want your brother to see you naked.’ The new command had to be repeated repeatedly as Leighanne was dead set against exposing herself to the little twerp.
	‘you want to see you brother naked.’ That command was not so much of a biggie as young Chris seemed to have an aversion to wearing clothes (when he could get away with it.)  But as a child, younger, young Chris was a streaker and happily pranced about in his skin.  As he got older he was scolded by his sister and parents so his nude living style was curbed.
	More commands filled Leighanne’s mind—to shed modesty and adopt an incestuous way of living lifestyle with her brother.  It was a hard command to input and more to accept.  Leighanne fought the new way of living lifestyle but Pike insisted.  
	When the new commands for the new way of living were accepted—Pike was about at his end.  It was getting late, he was tired, and wanted to go home.  But there was still business to be taken care of.  

	On the green plastic bench he put his prong into Leighanne’s sex; her brother stood at her shoulders and Pike had him take his pants down.  As Pike stepped up his efforts to fuck he had Chris push his underwear down, too.  Both siblings would be wondrous in his basement and exceptional at the cabin.
	‘you love sucking your brother’s cock.’
	‘you want your brother to fuck you.’
	‘you want to be fucked in the ass (by your brother.)’
	‘you want to suck your brother’s cock.’
	‘you want to be very-very naughty with your brother.’
	And as Pike began squirting his liquid love possibly getting the girl pregnant, ‘you want to have sex with your brother on the bathroom floor—after he shaves you pussy!’

*

a matter of family affairs
	Dinner.  Home cooked dinner waiting for him in the dinning room he seldom ever used.  He apologized to Jessica for his tardiness saying “I was detained.” Jessica smiled and assumed his detention had been for something naughty.  He didn’t explain but enjoyed a nice home cooked dinner with his family.
	The plan was to have fun with the “family” then cut them loose.  But those pesky feelings were in the way—he was rather fond of Julie (very muchly) and couldn’t see himself “cutting her loose” just yet.  The boys, Micah and Chip were teetering on Keep and Cut.  Frankie could stay as long as he wanted—his Mom was a bitch and a bitch to him.  He was of his own mind and had carte blanche in the household.  Darlene WAS family and could stay as long as she wanted—even after her pregnancy.  
 	Jessica, too.   Especially Jessica.  Pike couldn’t believe that her parents, especially minister Daddy, had “cut her loose”.  But it wasn’t her minister Daddy’s intent decision—it was the Mother’s.  Both parents feared Jessica would fall across the legal lines—but those incidences were circumstantial.  The beer spillage on her shirt was by accident from a clumsy patron and Jessica had not been drinking as the police officer, family friend of the Nedmacky’s assumed.

	And sure, she was a part of the team who had thoroughly thrashed their gymnasium but they had just cause due to their fucked up coach who banned them from playing due to lack of excellent grades (instead of the mediocre grades) they had. 
	With no college aspirations, and grades not sufficing, Jessica was destined to live in the household permanently or have lackluster jobs one after the other.  Her Mother feared she would fall into bad hands and forced the issue to ship the girl off across the nation to live with relatives who were not in the City but far-far very far from it.
	After dinner and Pike didn’t have to tend to the dishes, his “family” did that.  Pike kicked off his shoes and rested in his favorite chair.  Julie came unto him and for the first few minutes he just relaxed with her.  She was lovely to hold, hug, and etc.  To tell truth, he was tired and “not in the mood” for much else.  It was enough just to have the girl on his lap.
	Somewhere along the line he fell asleep.  It was ten-thirty when he was awoken by gentle shakes from Jessie.  He smiled to, stifled a yawn (and a fart) but failed on both.  The relief of the butt blast and mouth horn instantly zapped whatever energy there was and he nearly returned to Slumber Land.  Jessie, though, was persistent—‘you’ll rest better in bed.’
	Which was true—but “bed” was so far down the hall…
	Somehow he pulled himself together, one more day of school and it would be the weekend.  No plans for the weekend—none.  Sleep.  That was the plan.  Flopping onto his bed sleep almost instantly took him.  Jessie began removing his clothing—then she lay on him and try as she might it wasn’t that he wasn’t in the mood—he was just exhausted.
	Jessie humped him regardless but was satiated into merely being with him rather than him in her.  He did manage to put his arms about her and hug, patting her shoulders, back, and then her butt.  But exhaustion curbed him from pursuing anything further.

*

	It was doubtful that the Wife would make her way down to the kitchen, but there were others in the household and that was a risk.  But at the time—the good feeling transcended the inappropriateness and the risk was worth taking.  
	Already were the Nemacky children “engaged” with one another but Glenn Nedmacky, minister, father, husband, pillar of the community, kinda-sorta wanted to keep his naughty business private and limited to who had been naughty with.  

	If the boys were to find out—he didn’t know what to think or make of it.  How would they feel?  Would they care?  Both Greg and Adam were having sex with the girls but a Daddy figure involved was something else all together.  Greg was more—free spirited, loose, and not serious whatsoever.  He might be cool with the knowing of his Daddy’s involvement sexually with the girls.  Adam was a pretty cool kid but was serious and took things to heart.  
	Glenn just didn’t know or what to make of it or even how to react should the boys come down and find him in the kitchen with the young Nedmacky child naked on his lap WITH his cock up into her sex.  There would be no explaining that—period.
	The fretting about what could happen and what to do about it was disruptive; Rachel herself had lowered her own panties AND fished out her Daddy’s minister cock.  Then, after freeing the more than adequate cunt pleaser she masturbated it then kissed on it.
	Meanwhile, Daddy Glenn caressed his naughty daughter’s ass shuddering into illicit sexual submission as he did so.  The girl was lovely to hold, caress, and she seemed to have unique manner of sucking dick, too.  He had held his children before, even when they were naked (when younger and it was normal to do so) but with them older—it was a different matter all together.
	Rachel slipped off to sleep.  Imagine!  With his cock up into her sex and she went to sleep!  His hands cupped her lovely young butt and he felt his cock squirting off into her.  Oh what had he done!
	Of course, what had he done unto Jessica and Lucy, too!
	Sighing and relaxing even more he hugged his naughty child and once more his Mind Operator dug up the files of naughtier family members in his lineage.

*

back to the house on the little prairie 
	The girl struggled—but really, there was no use but still she tried.  Causing her to struggle was the simple fact of being restrained and someone on top of her.  Blindfolded, gagged, her hands bound together and tied above her head; her legs splayed open with ankles tied outward along with her knees.  Struggling was minute at best.

	Causing Nellie Olson to struggle was the simple fact that farmer Charles Nedmacky was on top of stuffing her love box with his farmer’s tool.  Repeatedly did the farmer make his trek from his house to the depths of his barn and beyond the partition he helped make bigger and more secure.
	Albert, too, made his treks to see Nellie; fucking her was just one of the naughty things he enjoyed—mistreating was his main goal.  Albert’s sisters, Mary and Laura, also enjoyed mistreating the hapless kidnapped uppity-snooty girl; spanking and tweaking her nipples was one thing but sitting on her face with asshole right on her nose farting was the biggest enjoyment.  Followed by peeing on her face and grinding their pussies into the girl’s mouth virtually forcing her to eat them out.
	Albert enjoyed straddling the girl and masturbating until he came all over Nellie’s sweet face.  Often times, too, his sisters would lay on Nellie, down Nellie’s body so as unmasked Nellie could see anal play directly above her (but no other pertinent details.)  Then, Albert would stuff himself into Mary and/or Laura and fuck therein until he came.  Then, with his cum oozing out of the girls’ hole the gag in Nellie’s mouth was removed and she was forced to lick the cummy hole clean.
	The girl was fed and watered; someone was with her at all times—not for security’s sake (although that was a concern) but it just seemed right.  To leave the girl alone, blindfolded, gagged, tied up, in a cold place all alone was more psychological hazardness than the Nedmacky’s were willing to put the girl thru.  Although her mistreatment of her brother, her snooty behavior, bad behavior and so on warranted such treatment.
	Charles didn’t know what the draw was but he had a serious hard-on for Nellie; sometimes twice a day he was sneaking into the depths of the barn to “visit” her.  There was no “quickie” like he did with his wife; coming in from the field for a “nooner.”  With Nellie, Charles took precious time; consoling the girl before mounting her; consoling the girl while mounted; pinching the girl’s nipples while humping the girl.
	To describe the sensation of humping the girl—Charles couldn’t.  Mistreating the girl, spanking her, peeing on her face, on her pussy; watching as his children took their turns abusing all went without description.  There was some unknown feeling DEEP inside that could not be explained.  It seemed to be more than simple empowerment and even more than sexual gratification—although Charles did enjoy shoving his fuck stick into the girl’s cunt.  And it was different than doing same to his own children.

	After a week it was time to return the girl to her parents.  But not before Nellie’s brother Willie was brought into the fray.  
	“Just think about all the times she got you into trouble.” Laura reminded Willie.
	“Yeah,” added Mary, “how many times did you get spanked because of her.”
	“And how many times you were scolded.”
	“And how many times she made you do things you didn’t want to do.”
	Willie nodded, he knew, he remembered.  
	In the near darkness the trio made their way from town to the prairie house.  The citizens of Walnut Grove were still up in arms and it had been a week since Nellie had gone “missing” proposed kidnapped by the band of rogue Indians pissed at the uninvited white settlers across THEIR nation.  Four of the rogue Indians had been captured—and hung.
	Mary and her siblings felt badly about that.  But their Pa reminded them that the rogue Indians, still, had been responsible of attacking small wagon trains and doing horrible things to those on those trains.
	“They deserve what they get.” Charles said in an UnChristian manner.
	Mary shrugged, “I guess so, Pa.” but she was still unsettled.
	“You gotta be quiet,” Mary told Willie, “we don’t want her to recognize your voice.”
	Willie gulped, all this time and Nellie hadn’t been kidnapped after all.
	He was glad of that but had some misgivings about her predicament.
	The broken candy vase—spanking.
	The bad report card—spanking.
	The missing candy—spanking.
	The cheating scandal and lying about it—bare ass spanking.
	Being a part of name calling a new student, a disabled student, fighting with new student—bare ass spanking.  Having candy he wasn’t supposed to have, a toy he wasn’t supposed to have, someone’s homework, taking blame for another student’s fuck up, wetting the bed, caught naked in the hallway (close to his sister’s room), more lying about everything, and farting at the dinner table.  All were spanking offenses and most were the fault of Nellie.
	Willie rubbed his ass and fumed then went thru the motions of undoing his clothing.  Once nude, and Mary with Laura were equally nude, and Albert was already nude upon their arrival, Willie climbed up onto his sister silently.  The girl thrashed some and was angry despite her week of incarceration.

	She had been cleaned up after being soiled upon and soiling herself.  Willie straddled her waist and stared at her nakedness.  Mary lit up another lantern to provide more light.  Willie just stared—at Nellie’s face, her breasts, her nakedness.  His cock was hard and no one knew what he was waiting for.
	Nothing really, he was just taking his time.
	Then the boy moved into position sliding his twelve year old schlong into his sister’s fourteen year old well fucked cunt.  He instantly began to pump locking his elbows in the prone position with his eyes focused positively on his sister.  His hips bucked with the head of his cock coming nearly all the way out of her sex—Laura and Mary were at the business end watching the penetration in progress (their favorite part.)  Albert stood masturbating at the front end grinning.
	Willie was all serious and wasn’t aware of anyone in the room only succumbing to emotional upheaval (sexual) when the time came and he came.  There was no denying the good feeling as his cock exploded and cum began to squirt.  He pumped faster laying down on his sister increasing the tempo until all his brotherly love juice was expended and he was exhausted.
	Encouraged by Albert, Willie pulled himself together and came up to straddle Nellie; then, by Albert’s direction (and the removal of Nellie’s gag) Willie sloughed his cock into his sister’s mouth making her suck it.  Nellie gagged, retched, and bitched.  Mary swatted the girl with a belt to the inner thighs.  This turned Willie on and after he got his jollies in her mouth, Nellie was spanked by Willie who got off more with the spanking than the fucking.
	Imagine!
	Nellie had no strength and so was easily untied to be repositioned on her stomach across a log form “A” frame.  There her legs were splayed out wide and secured to stakes angled in the ground.  Her hands also on the other side of the log and she was well secured.  Then, Willie had first dibs beings as it was his bitchy sister and began bare hand to bare ass spanking.
	When he hands wore out and his sister’s ass was a burning bright red, Laura handed him the belt.  Willie had no compunction about the deed and brought the belt to the back of Nellie’s thighs remember every incident whereas he was laid across his bed and struck with a belt by his Father.
	When he wore out from that deed, Laura sucked his cock getting him extremely hard then guided him into Nellie’s asshole.  Albert was in Nellie’s mouth while Mary laid out on some burlap fingering herself shoving a candle into her hot and bothered pussy AND asshole.
	And on and on it went.

A brief glimpse of the August Moon
	The intent was not to keep Nellie indefinitely but return her to her parents.  But with the town still in upheaval about the disappearance of Nellie—returning her proved to be a difficult challenge.  Willie kept the Nedmacky children informed about the goings on in town, his Ma had gone to a nearby town to be with her relatives fearing that her dear sweet Nellie had not only been kidnapped by the heathen Indians but violated and murdered.
	Willie’s Pa returned to reopen the one and only general store—much to the objections of his wife (who actually owned the store).  There were guards roaming the outer areas of the town and some in the woods surrounding the town.  Sneaking anyone into town or even near it would run the risk of being seen.
	“We’ll just have to wait for an opportunity.” Mary said.	
	Her Pa, Charles, was worried about the continued keeping of Nellie; although he, Albert, and Willie didn’t mind the daily humping and other assorted maltreatment of the girl.

	One day, Laura and Albert were out fishing.
	“They don’t seem to be biting very well here.” complained Albert.
	“Let’s go upsteam.” Laura decided.
	Upstream was a bit of a trek as the creek wound about some precarious rocks and there were some steep banks to contend with, too.  but upstream the creek was a little wider and there were ponds where the fishes therein liked to hide.  
	Just coming to the top of the first small hill and Albert’s eagle eyes caught sight of someone.  At first he thought it was someone bad, like an bad guy or a rogue Indian.  Laura saw the lone figure, too, and nestled down into the tall grass.  Getting a description of the lone figure couldn’t be done from their placement.  They would have to get closer.
	And upon closer inspection—they couldn’t describe after all what they saw.  Upon closer inspection, the lone figure was aware of them.  He was aware of them long before they were aware of him, too!
	Making slow movements the lone figure revealed his concealed face.  He wore a strange outfit of red metal much like a knight of old would wear, but less bulky and less encumbersome.  The lone figure seemed to wear some sort of helmet that fully concealed his head.  After removing the helmet (sort of) it was revealed to the two onlookers that it was indeed a man.

	“Hello.” he said calmly.
	“Hello.” replied the Nedmacky children.
	The helmet he had worn had not been actually removed per se but it seemed to sort of actually “disappear.”
	“I would like to ask you a question.”
	Albert was very curious and shrugged, “Ok.”
	“This may sound silly, but—where am I?”
	“You don’t know where you are?”
	“I’ve been traveling.” replied the stranger.
	“Oh, you’re in Walnut Grove,” Albert said, “Minnesota.”
	The stranger nodded, he had a clean face, very blue eyes, and appeared (according to Laura who wrote about him in her journal) to be in his 40s.
	“What year is it?”
	Albert was even more startled but answered, “Eighteen eighty eight.”
	Sighing deeply, the man rubbed his brow and sat on a stump.
	“You two live close?”
	“Yes, sir,” Albert answered, “just down the hill.”

	Caroline was always in the midst of preparing the next meal, laundry, house keeping, or visiting a neighbor.  Returning to the little farmhouse on the big prairie the girls found their Ma had gone to visit a sick neighbor.  The stranger, who gave his name as “August” asked for water.  He had no horse but by his garb he wasn’t well suited for riding a horse.
	August was cordial, friendly, and Laura liked him; Albert did also and both children were curious about his “clothing.”  
	August told them, “I’m not from this place but another place; another place and time.” Only this—and nothing more!  Then he made subtle movements and the red “armor” seemingly fell into itself at the places where on the body it bent—wrists, elbows, shoulders, all the “joints” leaving a small concentric band in those places revealing a one piece green jumpsuit-like outfit much like long johns the girls were used to—Albert and their Pa specifically.
	The material, according to Laura’s astute eyes, was different than the material of her Pa’s long johns, there were pockets on the breasts and at the hips with a flap at the front for hauling out the naughty bit when nature called.

	What happened then between the time with the stranger and when Caroline returned Laura couldn’t account for.  She remembered talking to the stranger; he had some water from the well, he sat on a bench by the well in his green one-piece suede body suit, and that was all.
	The next thing Laura knew was it was early evening and her Ma had come home.  Charles and Mary were in town on business but due to be home soon.  Caroline was a little taken by the stranger in his long underwear but it did differ from the typical long underwear her husband and son wore.  But still it was odd.
	(oh, by the way, Charles and Mary weren’t in town on business, they were a little closer to home…)  In dungeon Mary rode Nellie’s face, grinding her cunt right onto the hapless girl’s face while Nellie’s brother, Willie, slammed his cock as hard as he could into his sister’s cunt.  Meanwhile, behind Mary as she lay down Nellie’s tortured body, Pa Charles fucked his daughter’s asshole.
	Oh!
	In the house, Caroline invited the stranger to dinner.  Once more, Laura couldn’t account for the passage of time for when her Ma began making the evening meal and when it was ready.  Pa and Mary came in just as the supper was being set.  August was introduced and they all enjoyed a good meal with conversation centering around the town’s upheaval and the rogue Indians.
	August supplied information that he had seen some “outlaw types” which was good ‘cause it would take some heat off the rogue Indians who had actually nothing to do with the missing Nellie Olson.
	After the meal the girls cleaned up the kitchen while Charles and August stepped outside.  What they discussed Laura had no idea but she tried to listen at the window and door—but,
	“Laura!” scolded her Ma and Laura’s attempts to hear conversation was nibbed.  Albert giggled and helped out, too, then commented, “I-I guess I’ll take a bath.”
	Mary had a hard time keeping her face stoic.
	“I’ll heat up some water,” his Ma said, “you should have said something earlier and the water could have been ready by now.”  Albert shrugged, farted, then scooted out the backdoor before his Ma could get the broom to him.
	When the water was ready it was Laura who offered to take the pail out to the barn.  Mary was busy sorting the laundry, Caroline made a fresh pot of coffee and the two menfolk were still outside chatting.

	Albert hadn’t gone to take a bath but just to check on their guest.  Laura was bugged about the unaccounted time lapses.  Albert didn’t know what to tell her, he didn’t notice anything different or lapse of time.  Laura didn’t know what to make of it and Albert didn’t care.
	“Your bath’s ready.” Laura said disheartened.
	Albert didn’t want to take bath but guessed he ought to anyways.
	Nellie thrashed a bit, breathed hard but was well secured.  Albert left to bathe leaving Laura alone with the bitch (former) of Walnut Grove.
	Only a week had it been since her capture and incarceration.  Mary and Albert were ready to return her to the town but Laura wasn’t.  ‘she hasn’t suffered enough’ Laura wrote in her journal.  ‘the bitch has hurt a lot of people, she’s gotten her way all her life and other people have suffered.’
	Laura, apparently, still had deep animosity for Nellie.  Though she had chores to do in the house and ready for bed, Laura slipped out of her clothes and crawled up onto Nellie’s face.  Spreading her legs and settling her pussy directly onto Nellie’s face, Laura unleashed a pent up flood of pee.

	Later that night…
	“Do you think he’ll find out?”
	Mary lay still, she was just as worried as was Laura.  She sighed, farted, and chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip.  
	“I don’t know.  She makes a lot of noise, he might.”
	A security risk—the stranger, August, had been offered to stay the night in the barn.  The hay was comfy and Caroline had brought out several blankets to keep him warm and extra comfy.
	Nellie Olson was a few feet right below him.  Her muffles couldn’t right be heard—the kids had gotten her riled up and with one standing in the barn area she couldn’t be heard.  But still, August was a stranger and was “strange” (but not creepy or a weirdo).  He might in the middle of the night get curious and go snooping.
	It worried Mary and Laura.
	Laying on their backs, Laura casually fingered herself mulling over the sordid situation.  Mary, laying beside her, fingered Laura, too, as well as herself.
	“Fuck it,” Mary said in a huff, “I’m going to go check.”

	The side door at the back of the barn (what?) creaked when opening.  Holding her breath and trying to make herself small, Mary slipped into the barn with the pesky door barely open.  Inside she had to readjust her eyes to the very-very gloomy darkness.

	It was a little more than spooky; the cows farting, shuffling in their stalls, the stench of their poo, and other “scurryings” that couldn’t be rightly identified put the sneaking Mary on edge.  
	For a long moment she stood still gathering herself before moving to the trap door.  Every step was a near painful one as every noise in the barn alarmed her.  Where abouts the stranger was actually sleeping wasn’t known to her.
	The trap door squeaked, too.
	With no light to be seen in the cellar Mary breathed some relief.  The cellar was very-very dark and anyone coming into the gloom would certainly leave a lantern at the niche in the hewn wall as well as wherever they went.  At the bottom of the ladder Mary paused to re-readjust her eyes, catch her breath, and then quickly strike a match to enlighten the darkness.
	Halfway across to the hidden partition she thought she heard a noise and then realized that it was probably more likely to be the fussing Nellie.  Mary held fast, then, with second lantern in hand she crept across the way pausing at the partition.  She didn’t know what she was afraid of—fear began to grip her and for a moment (and only a moment) she felt sorry for Nellie.  
	Disheartened, she guessed it was time to let Nellie go.  The girl would be fucked up for life and that suited Mary.  Maybe she and her Mother would leave Walnut Grove; but they could leave Willie and his Father.
	Inside the partition Nellie lay twisting, grunting, and relieving herself.
	“You got me into trouble with Ms. Beetle,” Mary seethed lowly, “you got everyone to believe I cheated and I didn’t.”
	“You made Mr. Garson lose his job ‘cause he saw thru you and knew what a little shitty brat you are.”
	“You teased little Alicia for no reason; just because she’s smarter than you.”
	“You got Ricky Bathwight in trouble for something YOU did!”
	“Johnny’s sister Mandy wont even come to school because of you!”
	“The Reverend had to change his sermon cause your Mother said so.”
	And the reasons mounted up, Mary could name every citizen in Walnut Grove and the surrounding farming community who had a personal gripe against Nellie and her Mother.
	Mary’s dislike of Nellie mounted and after disrobing she “mounted” Nellie settling onto the wretched girl’s face grinding not her pussy onto the prissy girl’s face but her asshole.  Then, she mounted up a serious effort to force a fart.

	“you keep struggling like that and you’ll do more than break wind!” her Pa had told her.  That was Mary’s intent.
	Nellie began to freak as indeed—more than “gas” was escaping Mary’s hole.  It was a struggle, though.  Mary got exhausted and lay down on Nellie’s body finding it strangely saturated with sweat.  Then she found there was a layer of splooge on the girl’s cunt.  She figured Albert or her Pa had come to pay the girl a visit.
	But maybe the stranger?
	Hmmmm
	
	In the new morning it had come to agreement that the keeping of Nellie Olson had gone on long enough.  But returning her back to the town wasn’t as easy as it was thought.  Complicating the move was the more presence of peoples from the town wandering the outskirts of Walnut Grove, lawmen and vigilantes.
	The stranger, August, in their midst was also of slight concern.
	Then,
	On the 7th day of Nellie’s capture, Charles was out in the field, Caroline had gone off to visit a neighbor leaving the Nedmacky children to their own vices.  The first vice, just minutes after the Ma was certainly out of sight, was back to Nellie.  She was too weak to fight so Albert untied her; she was allowed to eat and drink; the girls cleaned her up, then Albert shaved her pussy.
	Albert thoroughly enjoyed looking at his sisters’ nakedness, ‘specially their beavers and was inordinately fascinated by such.  Sinking his cock into Mary and Laura was one thing, but he admired their poons and was more into Laura’s hairless cunt than Mary’s.  So Mary opted to have her pussy shaven (she didn’t like it much) but to satiate her horny brother she did so.  The girls tried to shave their brother’s balls but that didn’t go so well…
	Once Nellie’s poon was clean, Albert fucked it.  Nellie was just about out of her mind.  A noise up in the barn distracted the gang and they froze.  
	“Could be one of the animals.” Albert surmised.  But during the day the cows and goats were let out.
	“Pa?” Laura wondered.
	“Maybe MA!” Mary worried deeply.
	For a long while the three stood in fear.  Even if their Ma should come down into the cellar, it was unlikely that she would find them—unless Nellie made some noise.  The partition was reinforced and made better by their Pa and it was made to look like the natural area of the cellar.
	Curiosity pulled the children out of the cellar and up into the barn.

	Bessie and Gurdy were outside in their enclosure.  So was Belinda and Herbie, the two goats.  No animals were in the barn area.  But something definitely had been.  Albert checked all around and then went to the door opening it and standing boldly there looking intently all around—unawares that he was naked.
	Of course, he could explain his nakedness that he was bathing.
	Mary and Laura were naked, too.
	After being satisfied that no one was about, Albert turned to gawk at his naked siblings.  His cock was still hard and the girls were horny.  Laura went to her knees and took to masturbating her brother’s cock.  Mary stood at her shoulders fingering her own pussy and lusting after Albert’s dong.
	The lust was shared and soon there was Albert sinking his dong into Mary’s gash while Laura was on all fours beside them.  While Albert humped he smacked and caressed Laura’s ass. 
	He was close to getting his nuts off when the barn door opened behind them.  Their Ma had come home.

	Pissed off would be too calm a word to describe Caroline Nedmacky’s discovery of her naughty-naughty oh so naughty children.  Her breath was taken away at the horror she saw of her children engaged in sexual antics.  In modern day terms “she flipped out.”
	The girls coward behind a hay bale while Albert went to the door.  Their Ma had gone towards the house but diverted her attention to their Pa out in the field getting his attention.  This wasn’t going to be good.  Albert stood (naked with cum dripping from his dick) contemplating, gulping, wondering “what the fuck now?” when,
	“Maybe I can help.”
	August Moone stood at the corner with arms folded in typical cowboy attire; a reddish shirt, cowboy hat, boots, jeans.  He was even chewing on a straw!
	Albert was startled but that was all—that was all he remembered.  When nextly he was “aware”, his Pa was standing before him inside the barn, belt in hand.

	Laura writes:  “Ma was pissed; she caught Albert with me and Mary; we were all naked doing naughty in the barn and she walked in on us right as Albert was getting off.  Ma panicked and went to get Pa.  We didn’t know what to do so we hid in the barn; Albert went to the door and then went out and was gone a few minutes.  Then he came back in and seemed a little lost or something.

	“Then Pa and Ma came in, Ma said something, she was still so angry, then she turned and stormed out.  Pa stood and seemed unsure as to what to do.  Then he got down his belt and guided Albert to a hay bale.”
	It was like being in a funk, Charles acted as if in a dream state of being and brought the belt in hand to his son’s bared ass.  But not hard.  One smack across the cheeks, then the back of the legs, then back to the cheeks.  Albert wasn’t in pain but just uncomfortable.  Mary and Laura sometimes gave him the belt treatment, too; and he unto them (usually, though, the belting was done mostly unto captive Nellie.)
	After Albert, it was Mary who got the belt, just twice to her butt; Laura got one smack and then Charles dropped the belt and stood somewhat like a zombie.  He was sweating and seemed confused.  Then,
	“we all went up to the house and went inside.  Pa was the only one with his clothes still on.”
	In the house, Ma still seemed pissed off but seemed to settle down kind of quickly after her family came in.  She stood still by the table and no one said a word.  Then,
	Ma began undressing.
	Albert’s eyes nearly came out of his head as he watched his Ma (step Ma) shed her clothing.  Pa said nothing, did nothing.  Mary (and Laura) were equally stunned and stood with mouths agape, eyes bulging.
	When Caroline was down to her skin she stood still for almost a minute or so, maybe two, then moved to sit on the table and then lay out on it.  Albert struggled to breathe.  Charles began to peel out of his clothes and when he had done so, Mary went to her knees and took his member.  She worked it to a serious stiff mode aided by kissing and sucking it.  
	Laura went to Albert and sucked on him.
	Carline had a view of her naughty children, and husband, but other then seemingly perplexed she also seemed rather calm about the whole situation.  Then,
	After Charles got a serious boner, and Albert, too; Mary clambered up onto her Ma’s face and settled herself down—laying down her body much like she did to Nellie.
	Charles came around and began caressing Mary’s ass before spanking it, squeezing the cheeks, and positioning his daughter’s legs outward a little.  Ma herself got in the act by holding Mary’s cheeks open thusly allowing for Charles to begin poking his way into her hole.

	It seemed so surreal.  Slow motion-like.  Laura took it all in (literally as well as figuratively) describing every nuance of what took place in the kitchen.  Not unlike what they did to Nellie in the cellar, Charles made slow penetration to Mary’s ass; hands tightly gripping to her hips as he slowly drove every inch of his manhood into her chute.
	Meanwhile, Mary grunted, groaned, fluttered her eyes as she lay down her Ma’s body—licking all over her Ma’s pussy.  Mary’s own pussy tingled with a new sensation.  It was a familiar sensation but different, too.
	After Laura herself had sucked on Albert’s bone and gotten it as hard as it was going to get—he shuffled nakedly over to the business end of his Ma and both girls there guided him into her cunt.
	Ma’s reaction was concealed (by Mary’s body on top of her) but she flailed about some bucking her hips and creating a euphoric eruption of serious sexual overtones.  Albert went straightaway all the way in and began to pump vigorously.  Laura caressed his ass and held his swinging testicles thru his legs.  Mary raised up some; giggling, kissing Albert’s belly, and continuing to grind her sex onto her Ma’s face.
	Pa Charles enthralled (so it seemed) by his son’s antics pulled out to lay his Pa cock onto his daughter’s ass; there he slapped/spanked the sweaty pillowy cheeks before sliding himself into her vagina (after wiping his naughty Pa cock clean…)

	Albert humped hard finding his Ma’s cunt not as snug fitting as Mary, Laura, or Nellie’s.  For some reason—he thought of his teacher, Ms. Beetle.  She was taking dick from the farm boys—he was a farm boy, would she take his dick?  He wanted her to.  He saw himself doing her in the classroom WHILE there was class in session.  Right on her desk, the two of them with the class being able to see him stuff his prick right into her cunt!
	The image in his head was vivid and gave him great cause to hump his Ma all the more.  He saw himself screwing Ms. Beetle until she begged him to stop.  But he wouldn’t stop until he finished and got his balls off.  Then, he would crawl up onto her body, straddling her chest and pee on her.  Then, THEN--he would have suck his cock and sweaty nads.  That would be followed by having her turn over, legs spread as wide as possible and his cock slamming into her asshole.  
	The class behind him wouldn’t be able to see the actual penetration but they could see the afterwards; standing offside Albert would spread her cheeks to reveal Ms. Beetle’s gooied asshole oozing out his fresh spunk.
	Then he would spank her with her pointer.
	Then, while all the farm boys, city boys took their turns with their teacher—Albert would go to the girls.  A blowjob first, then they would stand up from their desks taking off their clothes.  Each girl, ten of them, would strip to their skin, cup his balls, suck his dick.  After sucking, they would stand up against him and he would finger their young pussies.  That would be followed by putting them on the desk stop and shoving his meat stick into them and fuck their brains out!

	After his cum wash into his Ma’s cunt, Albert pulled out resting his steaming schlong against her equally steaming cunt.  He was awed to say the least; Mary sucked the steamer while Laura was at her Pa’s business end.  Charles had humped Mary’s cunt and humped it well squirting off a delicious load of Pa spunk in record time (although he strove to make the event last.)
	Once his prick was out (and steaming) Laura was there to take it, suck it, and continue working it keeping the cock maintaining a stiff mode.  The cum from his cock trickled out of Mary’s well fucked cunt dripping onto her Ma’s face.  It looked as if though Ma was in some sort of turmoil.  She thrashed her head about as if she weren’t so much into the misdeed of her family.
	After a few moments or so, Caroline seemed more calmer; she began licking clean Mary’s cum soiled cunt and afterwards—Mary and Laura switched places!
	All the while—Albert had been on his knees licking on his Ma’s hairy cunt; nuzzling his nose into her gash he seriously got into the groove and had a time.  He must have been doing something right ‘cause his Ma bucked his face, clenched the table and made lots of sounds—muffled by the presence of daughter number two on her face.
	After Mary took her turn sucking on her Pa’s cock a bit she guided him easily to Laura’s funk hole.  Ma actually put her hands onto Laura’s ass cheeks pulling them open.  Pa eased his manhood into his daughter’s not so tight rectum and fucked away happily.
	Albert stood up quickly shoving his cock into his Ma’s cunt and fucking desperately—the arrival of an orgasm was imminent!  He pumped enthusiastically for a minute, then strained with incredible quickening pumps unleashing a torrent of teenage boy cum.
	Albert was virtually worthless thereafter as his energy was completely zapped.  Collapsing onto his Ma he lay heaving on her heaving stomach.  Mary crawled under the table to find her brother’s dripping cock and sucked it clean.  Thereafter, moving her brother aside, she tackled her Ma’s cunt.

	In the cool of the evening half an hour after the sun had dipped beyond the horizon, Nellie Marie Olson lay in the tall grass behind the lumber mill.  Naked and virtually hairless.  She was clean with the only visible marrings on her wrists and ankles.  Her pussy and head were bald.  There were nicks on both places but she had been cleanly shaven giving misgivings to the doctors who examined her that she had not been bused by rogue Indians.
	In facts, in the weeks later, Nellie wrote that men, two black men and a Mexican had taken her.  A new uproar ensued.  Nellie never returned to Walnut Grove, nor her Mother.  Nells Olson remained the days of his life as sole proprietor of the one and only general store accompanied by his son, Willie.  The memory of Nellie faded as the seasons changed.  Albert Nedmacky didn’t necessarily get his full wish but before class session one day he DID get some from Ms. Beetle.
	On her desk, the two were nude engaged in extra curricular activities most shameful.  The naked Ms. Beetle was indeed quite a dish and enjoyed very muchly attending to Albert’s very manly cock.  She sucked the life out of it!  Albert thoroughly enjoyed the undivided attention and after creaming in the woman’s mouth he got his mouth worked out by eating her out in turn.
	On her desk, with her legs spread wide, her pussy shaven clean, Albert noshed on her cunt with great enthusiasm.  Much like when he licked out his sisters or especially his Ma, Ms. Beetle humped his face, grabbed handfuls of his thick course jet black hair and humpity-humped-humped-humped his face into sexual oblivion.
	With his young face coated in Ms. Beetle’s essence, the happy thirteen year old stood up and eased his teenhood into her crevice and enjoyed several minutes of fervent fucking.
	Thereafter, no matter how badly he screwed up on a test or anything related to schooling—he got an “A”.
	At the little house on the prairie—life resumed as normal with the added incursion of sexual frivolity.  In Laura’s notes in her journal, she mentioned that she never saw the stranger who had come briefly into their lives.  What had happened to him she didn’t know.  He was there—then he was gone.  When he left she couldn’t be sure.  He was there—then he was gone.
	Both Mary and Laura, and Ma, too, had to go to Mankato and then to another city to have an unexpected happenstance happen in their lives that needed utmost attention—by a professional doctor who didn’t know them.  
	Ah.
	Life continued at the little house—and Nellie was never heard from again.  That suited Mary and Laura just fine.  In the spring of ’89, Nells Olson discovered the frivolity at the little prairie house.  After his wife, Harriet, and Nellie moved away, Nells fell into a deep depression; thankfully, there was Charles who helped him thru.  The two men became very good friends and Nells soon began making visits to the family farm.
	Occasionally, Nells would bring some items from the store, foodstuffs mainly; but clothes, tools, useful things.  Most times of his visit the family was there; sometimes they were off visiting a neighbor or fishing.  On one visit, Nells came bringing some new tools for Charles, some lumber, a brand new dress for Mary and Laura, and boots for Albert.  As usual when no one was in the main house, Nells just left the items in the barn.
	The barn.
	Opening the regular door of the little prairie house barn revealed more to Nells than he ought to know.  There were the Nedmacky children, butt bare assed naked, and no one taking a bath!
	With the frivolity of the Nedmacky family as it was, the norm was to go about willy-nilly as they liked, enjoying one another as they liked when the mood struck them.  So, when the barn door opened they didn’t immediately jump up in fear.  Not until Mr. Olson blurted, “What in the world!?”
	Mary jumped up off of her brother while Laura who had been laying down with her ass up fingering herself from underneath beside her brother and sibling simply rolled over, legs open, exposing herself.
	Albert stood up in some panic with strands of cum dripping from his prick.  Mary was nude and a lovely nude and very much capture Mr. Olson’s attention.  He had instant wood.
	The intruder stood with mouth agape—mind in obvious befuddlement conveying “WTF!?
	“Hi!” sparked Mary having no idea what else to say when busted so.
	Laura scooted up to a sitting position and gave her bestest best smile.
	Albert stood stroking his hammer.
	“You-you—where is your—you—shouldn’t be doing that.” he stammered.  Although it wasn’t that hot out the man was perspiring greatly.
	The Nedmackys said nothing.  What was there to say?
	Nells began to back up, dropping the items he had brought and trying to back out the door when Mary said,
	“You don’t have to go.”
	Nells stood glued in place with handsome haggard blue eyes staring in awe.  “What?”

	Mary came right up to Mr. Olson, he was so stunned he couldn’t move.  Mary’s face was bright, those blue eyes were incredible and held the stunned general store proprietor in place—while she niftily on the sly fondled his manhood.
	While Albert stood idly by continuing to stroke his cock, Mary and Laura stroked Nells Olson’s cock with Mary sucking it.  Nells couldn’t do anything—what was he to do?  He stood at the door totally flabbergasted.  Totally!
	After much sucking and the man being sucked seemed so very into it, he was pulled further into the barn where Mary lay herself out on a hay bale.  For a moment the man simply stood with his mind in obvious uproarious confusion.  His confusion eased, though, with Laura taking his enraged manhood guiding him down to Mary’s awaiting cunt.
	Nells knew what to do but was hesitant.
	Laura laid herself out and an embarrassed Albert went to her and sunk himself into her.  Meanwhile, Mary frigged her cunt and gave the “fuck me” look to Mr. Olson.  Ultimately the man positioned himself on Mary; he still seemed hesitant and confused—battling with the forces of Good and Naughty.  Eventually, though, he submitted and sunk his prick into Mary’s willing pussy.

*

Life complicated
	It was assumed that the “stranger”, August, Laura had mentioned coming briefly into her life had had something to do with the soothing of her Ma, Caroline, in accepting the new way of life for the Nedmacky family.  It was further assumed that the same could be done so to the modern day Nedmackys—with the soothing of Jessica’s “Ma”, Katherine.
	Glenn Nedmacky was more easy going and more “into” his family and thusly making allowances for their shenanigans.  He was a father figure, a pillar, a minister, but not a disciplinarian.  He was more easy going and more allowing his family, children, to be themselves.  It was not his idea to ship Jessie off to remote relatives—he regretted it and it caused some tensions in the Nedmacky house.  Jessie had called to assure her folks that she was alright; both parents wanted her to return home—Jessie, however, declined saying “you kicked me out of MY home, I have a new home, thank you.”  This, of course, only caused more tensions.

	House guest, Darlene, was in tension, too.  Being pregnant was one thing at sixteen years young; being pregnant by her brother was another.  Of course, she could have received seed from her boyfriend OR her sister’s boyfriend.  She was six months along and a little late for “options.”
	Darlene and Julie shared room—Jessie shared Pike’s bed and therefore didn’t need a separate room.  How convenient!  The boys, Micah, Chip, and Frankie, also shared a room.  It was an instant family—nothing wrong with that but one of those family members needed medical attention, specifically speaking a baby doctor.
	Other family issues abounded, too; schooling, social environmental issues, dental and vision aspects, and other “family” oriented issues like that there.  Pike knew that the boys, including Frankie, couldn’t stay.  He had a sincere fondness for Julie but she would have to go, too.  As for Jessica and Darlene?  Jessie was eighteen and “on her own.”  No one owned her or was inherently responsible for her from that point on.  She had no one to answer to but herself.  She was her own woman.
	Darlene was sixteen and six months pregnant.  That was a whole new ballgame right there.  Getting her to a baby doctor would be a difficult situation—paperwork mainly.  Sure, Pike was related to the girl, but not a parent or even a legal guardian.  
	Making rounds, he found the boys engaging in engagement:
	Micah on his bed, naked, face down on bed with ass up.  Humping that ass was Chip.  Frankie was underneath sucking on their balls, Micah’s first and then Chip’s.  Frankie also whacked off Micah and soon positioned himself so as Micah could latch himself onto Frankie’s cock and suck it.
	Pike was pleased, his subtle influence to Micah and Chip was working nicely—of course, influenced by the aid of a mind altering electronic device!
	Darlene was sound to sleep in her bed, so was Julie in hers.  Sitting on the edge of Julie’s bed he looked upon her sweet face—and lusted.  Not so much as actual lust as it was actually love.  Having no children of his own other peoples’ children would have to suffice.  Julie was a lovely girl, so were the others he had had in his life (at the cabin, in the van, in the basement, the nearby park, etc.)
	Love—lust.  Tough call.  The moonlight streaming in thru the window bathed the girl in a nice aura.  He couldn’t explain it, but there was more to desiring the girl sexually.  She was pretty, unique facial features, heavenly eyes, and a wondrous personality.  Seeing in her underwear turned him on as much as seeing her naked.  
	Slowly he lowered the bedding…

Sleeping angels; roving devils
	Obtaining an EMAD was not like you could go down to the local liquor store or pawn shop, they were illegal to possess—period!  A citizen could get himself a Saturday Night Special easier than a minding device.  And for a preacher to be caught with an EMAD in his possession?  Well, that just wouldn’t be good.
	But the wife—Katherine would need to be “swayed” lest he and the rest of the naughty family be caught and face her wrath.  Usually, Katherine was a docile woman—but it wasn’t wise to irk her in any way.  Being caught having sex of any kind with any member of the family would definitely “irk” her.
	So tempting fate—Glenn Nedmacky who had a long line of family member who “tempted fate” and had fate tempted upon them, lowered the sleeping Rachel’s bedding.  Basic white panties with cartoon characters all over them.  The hour was late, the moon high, the house quiet.  Since the previous night when in the kitchen and the young Rachel on his lap with his manhood—his fatherhood—embedded nicely UP into her sex, Daddy Glenn was beside himself.  
	Putting his pud into daughter Jessie had been one thing—putting his pud into Lucy had been one thing.  Stuffing his manhood into his sweet ten year old was something else all together.  Thankfully she was getting hammered by her brothers making vaginal entry by her Daddy a little easier.
	The feeling of his cock in her pussy was beyond words.  There was an overpowering sensation he could describe but attested it to more than sexual conquering.  Love?  Partly.  Sexual explosion?  Certainly.  The knowing that engaging in such intercourse with one’s own child was sinful beyond measure?  Most assuredly.
	Glenn knew the right and wrong of his doing with his girls; he knew it was wrong to have lust in his heart for anyone other than his wife.  But there was no denying the tremendous sensual feeling there was of his bare hand to their bare ass.
	No denial whatsoever.
	He even put it forth that it was more than lust when gazing upon their nude bodies; Jessica and Lucy had very wondrous breasts; their poon pie was delightful and very muchly did he enjoy watching them as they walked away.  To be enamored and or captivated would be an understatement.  It was more than lust but he didn’t know what else to call it.
	Rachel slept deeply, soundly—allowing her minister Daddy to lust in his own special private way.  Slowly-ever so slowly he lowered her panties taking as much as a whole minute to gawk at her delightful pussy.

	It was bad enough to have such shenanigans in his own home let alone in his own office.  Jessica and Lucy he had had illicit relations with in his office (and some at home!)  It seemed safer in his office at the church!  
	With Rachel’s panties down at her knees and all the staring done in, Glenn ran the beck of his finger up and down the sweet girl’s crevice.  He couldn’t believe the night before and his cock had been in there!  
	His finger dwelled there, going up and down then all over the mound increasing his “lust.”  The fingering lasted with Glenn finding his lust growing exponentially to the point whereas he finally eased Rachel’s pajamas and panties to her ankles—then off.
	With careful agility the Father of the Year twice and Minister of the year three years running climbed onto the bed gently ever so gently positioning himself on top of his young child.  Then, his cock was out of his pajamas and against Rachel’s body—her sex specifically.
	Why he took such measures to keep from waking her he didn’t know, he just did.  With ginger precision he rested his aching throbbing cock against Rachel’s sleeping cunt.  Right in the groove!  Locking his arms straddling her he began to rock his hips.
	Across from the bed in the other bed, Lucy ripped one…

	Check the staff, check the charity bin, check the donation bin, the IN box for tithes, the other IN box for prayer requests; grab the paper from the bushes; make for office.
	Lose the jacket, drop newspaper and requests on desk and make for the bathroom.  His thoughts were on Rachel.  She never stirred.  Glenn had humped on her pussy, grinded against her sex until expelling his seed soiling the whole of her hole.  He shuddered and nearly lost his ability to maintain lock above her—but somehow he managed.
	Then there was the remorse and it was greater than when he was in the kitchen with her nakedness on his lap, his cock just finished expelling his Daddy love up into her sex, his hands clamped tenaciously on her ass.  It was lust and love all cumulated together in a euphoric fashion.
	Doing Rachel on her bed, though, seemed different.  More lustful than anything else.  With his cock satiated he humped the girl’s gash squirting out a little more Daddy spunk before moving off of her taking his hankie from his robe pocket and wiping her clean.  Then he pulled up her panties and pajamas and sat on the edge of the watching her sleep.
	Had he the energy he would have given a try with Lucy, too.

	After his daily ritualistic pee, washing of hands, he returned to his desk and two minutes after perusing the newest prayer requests, coffee was brought in by his secretary.  A brief chat, a discussion of church business, then she was off.  Glenn finished the prayer requests marking the ones deemed worthy and/or necessary.  Then he tackled the daily blab, the newspaper.
	Opening page headline, midway down:
“What’s happening to our neighborhood?”
	In the neighborhood a family was assaulted; a home invasion with a twist—sexual frivolity.  It was an apparent on-going thing; no longer were home invasions simple.  New modern day home invasions were not for simple robbery or vindictive slaying of the home owner; the new invaders were invading for sexual debauchery of the home’s inhabitants (and most all Invader’s were equipped with an EMAD.)  of course!
	At a quaint quintessential home on the 3000 block of Amhurst Way, Denise Wildman and her son were “invaded.”  Denise was in the kitchen while her fourteen year old son carried some laundry to the laundry room when not one, not two, but three strangers were suddenly upon them.  According to later reports, Denise Wildman wasn’t sure how the intruders got into the home, the front door was locked with only the patio door unlocked but closed.
	The house was nice with fresh new carpet and furnishings, well kept up, clean, neat, etc.  There was no “Mr.” in the house and no explanation of why there wasn’t.  The house of Wildman was one of Middle Class; Ms. Wildman worked at in an office and there was one car in the attached garage.
	The intruders wasted no time in directing Mother and Son into a bedroom—then told them to “get naked.”
	Denise and son, Mason, were well aware of the sexual debauchery plaguing the nation and yea the world.  There was no way to escape the daily news from various media sources about some sort of debacle regarding sex, depravity, or a combination thereof at the hands of someone (or someones) equipped with electronic mind altering devices.
	Not facing one another the Mother and Son stripped to their skin.  Both were not sure as to what was next to come—Denise quickly assumed that she would be raped, of course—that was a given.  But her Son?  What would the Invaders want with her nude son?  He was fourteen, they were—clad in gray clothing with masks concealing their eyes and noses.  Their hair was concealed by a black head scarf making them resemble something like a “Zorro” character.

	Then, 
	“Turn around.” Grumbled one of the Invaders.  Denise and Mason had to face each other anyways.  Then,
	“You get after it?” asked one of the other Invaders.
	Neither Mason or his Mom knew what he meant.
	“He means, “do you jerk off?””
	Mason lowered his head—specifically his eyes and nodded subtly.
	“Jerk off, now.” said the Invader who had asked first.
	Slowly, Mason complied but he wasn’t too into it.
	“Help him out, Mom.” chortled-commanded the third Invader.
	Denise sagged, sighed, and was not into the task given her.  Denise couldn’t rightly determine if an EMAD was in use or there was the suggestion of one in use or what—it could have been something to akin the likes of assumption.  Fear, goading, threat of harm, all parlayed to Denise’s mind prompting her to “go to her knees” and take her son’s cock.
	Mason was stunned and stood staring down to his Mom with his hand holding his pud at the base—his cock still very flaccid.  
	“First blowjob?” asked an Invader.
	Mason struggled—to hold back the answer as well as just to answer.  The blowjob from his Mom was mindblowing—in more ways than one.  Mason eventually answered with a shake of his head—“No.”
	“Who’s the girl?  Or girls?” asked another Invader.
	Again, Mason struggled revealing the previous cocksuckers, but under duress he supplied the necessary information, “Casey Whitlow.” he blurted.
	Bonnie Hatcherly, Carla Wattan, Michelle Li, too.
	“Get ‘em in the ass?” 
	Mason shook his head indicating a hearty “No.”
	“You fuck any of them?”
	Mason struggled in answering—his MOM was sucking his dick AND there were strangers in the house AND he didn’t want his Mom to know his sexual habits.
	Whether or not a gun or any other weapon was involved wasn’t known.  Denise firmly believed that an EMAD was forcing them to act (and spill their sexual habit information.)
	Mason confessed that with Carla Wattan he had had sexual relations.
	With Michelle Li, too.
	Bonnie Hatcherly was current and “in the works” to get laid.
	Then, with his cock sufficiently hard, Denise pulled back from her son’s cock smacking her lips, breathing hard, etc.  An Invader told her to get on the bed—on her hands and knees.

	Son Mason stood staring at his Mom’s ass.  There it was—naked, exposed, and there.  One of the Invaders smacked the woman’s ass having her spread her legs thusly allowing her son to see her crack, hole, and fur burger.  To say the least, son Mason’s breath was taken away (and his cock got just a little bit harder, too.)
	Prompted by the Invaders, Mason applied his tongue to his Mom’s hole.  He confessed that he had done the same to Carla Wattan.  But it was his MOM, his Mom’s ass, her hole!  It was different but Mason applied his tongue and tongued his Mom’s hole, the crack, and then everywhere else (including placing a hicky on each cheek!)
	A few minutes or so of licking his Mom’s butt and a new prompt put young Mason to get right up on the bed and up against his Mom.
	“In the ass!” sneered one of the Invaders.
	Mason tried to resist but it was a momentary refusal and soon his enraged cock was pressing against his Mom’s tight slobbered on cornhole.  One hand gripped his Mom’s hip while the other steadfastly helped his cock make anal penetration.
	Once he was in—natural sodomy instinct took over.  The slapping of his balls against his Mom’s body intensified and he blasted the image of butt boning his Mom and replaced her with one of his girlfriends.
	“Ever fuck a guy in the ass?” inquired one of the Invaders.
	Mason was at the height of orgasmic bliss and there was no holding back (the information) and he supplied the Invaders with “Yes” and then, Fred Wiggins—his best friend.
	“You two suck each?”
	That was a No.  They handled one another and engaged in anal sex but that was as far as it went.  One of the Invaders came up to began rubbing his hand on Mason’s ass plus reaching between his legs to grab holt of the boy’s swinging nads.
	A huge gob of cum splashed into his Mom’s hole.  The release was incredible and he shuddered all over.  Pulling out made him shudder more—as well as expel more of his luscious goo.  The boy fell away exhausted, not embarrassed but exhausted.
	One of the Invaders opened Denise’s walk-in closet and rummaged around—coming out with a wide white dress belt—one with lots of little holes in it, braided.  Denise clenched herself on the bed as she saw and knew what was coming.
	But it wasn’t from the Invaders her torment was to come but by her son.  Mason, with a bit of a dirty dong that was still a little hard (and still squirting goo) took the belt and repositioned himself on the bed.

	On his knees off side Mason let fly the 2-inch wide white dress belt landing a hearty smack to his Mom’s ass.  Not once, not twice, but four very hard smacks turning his Mom’s ass a bright red.  Then, his Mom’s panties were tossed to him and he had to wipe his dirtied dick clean.
	It was wiped clean cause his Mom was prompted to turn over and lay on her back—legs spread wide.  Mason knew what was next as did his Mom.  Denise shook her head; she wasn’t a bad dish, not in the least.  An inch shy of being six foot even, lots of soft chestnut brown hair, soft brown hairs, good body all around and all over.
	Mason slid into position and his “position” slid into his Mom’s crevice.  Natural instinct handed down thru the ages of man put the boy into engagement.  While he “engaged”, one of the Invaders spanked his butt with the belt.

	Just at the point of unleashing his second load—one of the other Invaders climbed onto the bed.  Mason was in the groove and wasn’t aware of the Invader—invading.  It was a little difficult and not quite as successful as the Invader seemed to intend.  That was ok, one of the others got onto the bed and from out of his gray pants shoved his fuck stick into Denise’s mouth.
	After Mason got his nuts off, he was brutally smacked with the belt by the Invader who had tried to “invade”; after several intense swats Mason’s legs were spread wide over his Mom’s and he himself had to hold his burning flesh open while the Invader finally “invaded.”
	All Mason could do was hang on and be fucked.
	When the man in his ass got off five minutes later—so did Mason whose cock was still in his Mother’s cunt.  Meanwhile, the other two Invaders had come onto the bed and got their dicks sucked—and sucked off.  The spillage on his Mom’s face was a little displeasing—but not as displeasing as having to suck the men’s dicks himself!

	After being rammed in the ass, Mason slid up his Mom’s body to give her a titty fuck.  Denise Wildman thrashed some but otherwise sucked her son’s cock.  	Mason had no more to give so was sidelined and forced to watch as the three Invaders took their turn with her; one in each hole.
	When done, an Invader went into Mason from behind while another filled the boy’s mouth—the Invader in Mason’s ass came first so the remaining Invader took over.  When the Invader in Mason’s mouth finally came, the one who had come first in his ass—went into his mouth.
	The boy licked out his Mom’s cum cunt—and was spanked HARD while doing so.  Afterward, having a rather weak cock and grossed out from all the cum in his mouth—an Invader brought forth a soda from the fridge.
	One soda, two soda, three sodas—the boy drank ‘em down and then waited.  Drinks, too, were offered to Denise.  The Invaders seemed to be waiting for something.  They didn’t have to wait long before Mason was first “in need.”
	“I-I gotta pee.” he proclaimed in some agony.
	The First Invader smiled, “go ahead.” And when Mason started to move to his Mom’s bathroom—
	“Ut-ut-uh,” snickered the man wavering his finger in the negative; then, patting the boy’s Mom’s cunt, “right here.”
	Mason sunk and his Mom did also.  The horror just continued on and on.
	Mason moved up to brace against the foot of the bed, his Mom’s legs went up with her ankles onto his shoulders.  His piss tube was in agony with both lustful intent as well a spent up flood.  The flood, though, was released with a great quantity of pee showering his Mom’s poon.
	When done, there was a lingering wait until it was discovered that Denise was holding back.  She knew—she knew what was to happen if she let it be known that she, too, had to pee.  But her holding back effort was given away as the agony of holding back was revealed in her face and body motions.
	So, on the floor Mason laid himself out with his Mom coming to squat over his face.  Over his face!  Closing his eyes (and mouth) tight the boy endured the amazing flood of urine from his Mom’s cunt.  She was spanked afterwards forcing her to place her pissy pussy onto her son’s face and yea his mouth whereupon he was commanded to “eat her out!”
	Then, Mother and Son were put into the closet, tied up together with Mason’s cock in his Mom’s cunt their bodies tied very tightly but not so in a manner that was permanent.
	“Don’t move,” said the First Invader, “not for about an hour.” And he put Denise’s bedside nightstand digital clock in the closet with them, then shut the door placing a chair against the French handle.  The men urinated onto the door, hem-hawed around for a bit, one of them (or all) used the shower and then there was silence.
	For a long while thereafter, more than an hour, the Mother and Son remained quiet before wriggling themselves out of their predicament.  After showering, vomiting, and gathering herself, Denise called the police.  Mason kept to himself—thoughts to his own.

	It was disturbing, unwilling sexual relations with a family member.  But what did that say about willing sex with family members?  Glenn had to curb himself lest he dove too deep into the illicitness.  
	After reading interesting to pertinent parts of the paper there was a knock on the door.  He thought it to be his secretary with fresh coffee.  But, no, it was Jessie, Lucy, and Rachel come to visit him and take him to lunch.  They were a little early, of course, being merely 9AM.  But the girls thought that they would work up a good appetite with their Daddy…
	Oh!

*

lineage
	When the rains came the dreariness was a toughie to push back.  Hot, homemade comfort soup was a help, but that only took up a small amount of time.  Gathered about the fireplace was also comforting but it, too, only took up a small amount of time.
	Board games was the usual ticket, a group activity (not involving sex).  
	This game and that game helped nip away at the time before bed; the rain continued to fall and increase the gloom.  More wood for the fireplace and then something a little silly blossomed to kill more time.
	Silly Hats; made from paper, newspapers, and various items throughout the house served a good purpose for frivolity and a song had to go along with the person wearing the hat!  It was a great time to kill off time and it prompted Pike to venture into the basement seeking out some old musical instruments of forgotten lore.  Well, from a few years ago anyways.
	In its case since high school days, a clarinet.
	On a pegboard an old trombone.
	In a well worn case, a guitar.
	Well, it was a start of a band.
	Julie knew how to play the clarinet—sort of.  She was a beginner.
	No one knew how to play the trombone—including Pike who had spent a lot of money for the 2nd hand thing he thought would win him some girls in high school.  Neither venture worked but he had spent so much time and money on the instrument he wasn’t so willing to part with it.
	The guitar was another matter.  Pike self taught himself to play and wasn’t so bad.  But it had been years and he was a little rusty.  Just after playing a few strings, though, and the cords came back to him.  

 	With  tambourines made from paper plates, taped together at the edges (two plates) and filled with buttons—before taping shut, a cacophony of music filled the warm cozy living room.
	The rain continued to fall in great quantities.  Another round of soup, then it was bath time and then a little more music time—then bedtime.  The rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon and there were soothing sounds to be had from the rainfall.  After the kids had all turned in, Pike settled in the living to watch the fire die out slowly.  The trombone Frankie and Jessica had tried to play leaned against the brick wall—he would have to find the cleaning agent to bring back the instrument’s luster.  Micah and Julie had done well with the clarinet, it lay on the coffee table.
	As some wood chips popped in the fireplace, Pike picked up the guitar and strummed it a bit.  The trombone had costed him a pretty penny; the clarinet wasn’t cheap, either.  The guitar?  The 12-string instrument was handed down thru the family.  Pike was a part of the family and had come into possession of it with the intent of handing the 1930s era instrument to someone in his family—supposedly a child, an offspring of his.
	Well, so much for that.
	Strumming a few cords he recalled of the Nedmacky of ‘37 family.
	(here we go again!)

The Nedmacky family, plus one 
	The year of 1937 was a troubled one fraught with upsets, turmoil, and the stirrings of yet another world at war.  Italy withdrew from the League of Nations; a US gunboat was sunk by Japanese; Japan invaded China and conquered most of the coastal area.
	The most striking news of ’37 was the destruction of the dirigible, Hindenburg in New Jersey and the mysterious vanishing of Amelia Earhart, co-pilot and pane.
	Unemployment was up to 14 percent.  The cost of a first class stamp was—three cents!  
	The NY Yankees defeated the Giants in four games of the World Series.  War Admiral won the horsey game at the Kentucky Derby.  Detroit downed the Rangers in the fight for the Stanley Cup.
	Edgar Bergen and his puppet Charlie McCarthy made their radio debut on NBC.  
 	The Glenn Miller Band opened in New York. 
 	Walt Disney's first full-length animated feature, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, hits theaters and became an instant classic. 
The Golden Gate Bridge was completed.

	On a small mountain in Eastern Virginia, the news made little difference in the lives of those who made their living there.  The community of Hutton was not so remote but they cared little for the woes of the world around them.  Several families made their home in those mountains, the Nedmacky family was one such.
	John Nedmacky ran a small home business, a mill; lumber mill to be exact.  It wasn’t too particularly profitable but it worked.  In the family was his wife of some years and seven—count ‘em SEVEN children!  Four were boys.  (gets a might cold in them thare hills!)
	The family Nedmacky were Baptist with only John Sr. Nedmacky the hold out.  He believed in God but didn’t believe in going to church to be yelled and told he was going to Hell.  He took some offense to that s he stayed home that day—he didn’t do any work but kept busy with small projects and sometimes went hunting.
	From the diary-journal of the youngest Nedmacky child, Elizabeth Jane, Pike’s mind perused the seventy plus year old information finding needful information as well as interesting.  Life was pretty good on the mountain; the peoples there cared for one another and were aware of strangers in their midst.  There was good schooling and everyone looked out for one another.
	Elizabeth had gone to the city, a nearby metropolis some fifty miles away.  Her first impression was one of allure and mysticism.  The lights, the people, the buildings, the mass transit.
	But of course, that eye bulging luster faded by the third day when seeing the seedier side of the city came upon her—she was accosted, mugged, frightened out of her wits.  She wasn’t harmed, not physically.  And she wasn’t alone, other members of her family and associated family (cousins) were there, as well as Laura Nedmacky who had established herself in the city as a writer.  Laura was a retired teacher, in her sixties, and a well established author.
	After the fright, Elizabeth cared little for the city and longed for her home in the mountains.  A few days later and she was back at home were comfort greeted and welcomed her openly.  There still was a shine for the city, those lights, the people (the good ones).  There was a unique thrive of the city, a pulse that sent the young girl into a tizzy of awe inspiring luster.
	“it was a nice place to visit.” She wrote on the pages of her book.
	Following the line of her lineage, Elizabeth wrote a second “secret” book describing the other aspects of mountain living.  The “other” aspects were in regards to the discipline and sexual frivolity the Nedmacky children enjoyed; along with some tragedies and a stranger named Rusty.

	Rusty Calworth came along in the mid Summer of 1937; bearing a canvas backpack, a great walking stick, and a guitar.  He was nineteen and “on his own” which struck Momma Nedmacky as a little strange, peculiar, and odd.  But she was cordial with the young man and welcomed him into the family.
	Rusty was scouring the countryside far and wide from the valleys to the mountains and up and down the coast line in search of music.  Down home music from the peoples of the area (and era.)
	He was a nice looking fellow, a few days growth of beard, sunshine illuminated from his eyes and there was a wondrous personality all around.  A slouched wide brimmed hat, rumbled clothing, and well worn shoes adorned him; Olivia Nedmacky offered hospitality in the way of food, a bath, and fresh laundered clothes.  Now you can get more hospitable than that!
	Now, a couple of years prior, when Elizabeth was nigh but ten years young, she and her brother James Robert (Jim-bob) tagged along with their Momma to visit a family friend when a series of calamities befell them.  One was getting lost.  It had been awhile since Olivia had gone up further into the mountain to visit family friends—usually her husband, John did the driving but he was busy and Olivia just had one of those notions to go visiting.
	The second calamity was a tire blow out sending the ’28 Ford off the questionable rustic mountain road and in thru the brush completely hidden from sight.  Elizabeth was the only who suffered the incident—she bit her lip.  Olivia hurt her elbow on the door and Jim-bob banged his knees to the dashboard.  Other than that—peachy.
	With no sight of the road—although they could have merely followed the direction of the truck, they clambored thru the brush seeking their way.  Their way was chocked full of choking brush; other hazards were unseen depressions, boulders, and unfriendly terrain all around.  At length, though, the family came to a small clearing where there was a remote ramshackled shack—and a moonshine still next to it.
	A man was there, bib overalls, in his 40s or so and none too happy to see Intruders.  Quickly the man grabbed a shotgun leaning against a rock wall and aimed it at the family Nedmacky.
	“Git over ‘ere!” he yelled.
	Olivia was greatly frightened and pulled her children tightly to her.
	“You bes’ do as I say!” growled the man wavering the shotgun.  
 	Olivia scooted sideways to where the man directed them.  
	“I won’t mess around,” seethed the man, “you piss me off and off you go!”	And he didn’t mean the Nedmacky’s could “go” about their business.

	Olivia tried to explain about their crashing and being lost.
	The Monnshiner spat and looked the three over shaking his head saying, “I knows whats yer here ‘bout for, yous aint a foolin’ me!”
	“I knew one of these days the likes of you would come pokin’ yer nose around!” 
	Olivia had no idea what the man was on about.  She was frightened and her fright increased as the man took some rope and tied up Elizabeth and Jim-bob. Then,
	“Inside.” He said pointing the dangerous loud weapon at Olivia’s stomach area and into the crappy cabin.  In no way did Olivia want to leave her children—but she was compelled by the moonshiner’s insistence (and shotgun.)
	Inside the cabin was smelly, cluttered with furniture, clothes, and moonshine still parts.  There was a fireplace and a bed, Olivia was pushed towards the bed with the moonshiner spatting,
	“Take off them clothes.”
	Olivia frightened to death already whirled about spitting, “I will not!”
	“No matter to me, M’am, dead or alive, you gonna be out of them clothes!”
	Olivia still refused, she was more frightened than ever.
	The moonshiner cocked the hammer of the shotgun…

	With the barrel of the shotgun under her chin, Olivia Nedmacky had no choice but to undress herself before a whacked out moonshiner--she barely got naked with her husband let alone a stranger!  But the threat of the shotgun wielding mountain maniac was a great convincer.
	With the last article of clothing at her ankles, her full brief panties, Olivia stood defiantly—defying the man of breaking down and being emotional.  That would come later.  The monnshiner salivated looking over her nakedness focusing mostly on her Momma titties and furry triangle.  Olivia was disgusted at the man, especially when he licked his lips and nodded his head.
	The shotgun came to Olivia’s pussy, the cold barrel pressed against the womaness; the man eyes gleamed and he appeared to lust heavily.  Olivia stood her ground, clenching her fist.  The shotgun grinded against her pussy until such time as she was forced to spread her legs.  There was more anger than any other emotion—but all Olivia could do (at the moment) was endure (for her sake and the sake (safety) of her children outside.)

	The moonshiner forced the double barrel into Olivia’s cunt; then his eyes came up and locked with the tall mountain Baptist woman, bringing the shotgun up to her mouth.  A curious quirky twitch there was to the man’s left eye; Olivia noted several scars on the man’s face; he needed a hair trim, a bath, and manners.
	On the bed Olivia lay, legs open.  Her anger was still with her but fright was beginning to consume her, too.  
	“This is ole Trudy,” the moonshiner explained, “an’ if’in yous move nay a hair—heehee, she’ll liable to go off!” and he pushed the barrel of “Trudy” into Olivia’s cunt.  Then he stood and undone the well worn brass buttons to his overalls and let them fall.  He was nude instantly.  
	Olivia turned her head not wanting to see another man’s schlong.
	The moonshiner fucked Olivia with Trudy first, forcing Olivia to open her legs wide and endure the horrendous indignity.  More indignity came as the horrid man clambored on top of her.  He smelled awful.  Trudy came up with her barrel to Olivia’s ear.  The man, who was missing some teeth, had something wrong with his left eye, and had a nose askew, not so gently glided his manhood into her sex.
	Olivia let out a cry—of distress and alarm.  In her twenty years with John her husband she had been faithful.  She tried to fight, to fend off the moonshiner but Trudy lay cocked and ready to blow her brains out should she create too much of a face.
	The moonshiner commenced to screwing—he wasn’t particularly very good but he had a sizeable cock.  Every inch of the “sizeable” cock made penetration; he humped hard, fast, and pulled out to hump her gash before driving back in to drive Olivia crazy.
	All that could be done was to hang on.  It was hoped that once the bastard moonshiner got his jollies he would be satisfied.  Olivia’s mind was in an uproar and couldn’t think straight.  She did know, for sure, that she would NOT give the bastard the pleasure of submitting to an orgasm (herself).
	It didn’t seem to matter to the moonshiner; he wasn’t in it for her to get her jollies, just so long as he got his.  And he did—minutes later.  Olivia was sickened—but her sickness of being raped was nothing compared to what else happened.
	What else happened?
	Jed Zimbow breathed hard, his breath was as hard as kerosene and he reeked even more than he had before.  After cumming off into Olivia Nedmacky, he rested laying most of his bulk on her—his cock still pulsing inside her sex.

	Olivia broke down sobbing.  The emotion was an uncontrollable one and there was no choice but to submit.  Jed humped a little more, pulled out and slapped Olivia’s cunt with his manly manhood, dragging the cummy head up and down Olivia’s slopping wet cummy cunt.
	Thereafter, the moonshiner tied Olivia’s hands behind her, spread her ankles out wide to secure them to the iron foot post of the iron bed.  A long minute there was before the man moved, he stood at the bedside masturbating, leering/lusting at the woman—then he turned and went outside.
	Elizabeth had four brothers—it was very likely that she saw them naked at one time or another.  And with the closeness of herself and brother Jim-bob, the likelihood was more likely.  But the moonshiner, Jed, was no brother.  Olivia wrenched herself in her bindings and could just barely see as the mountain man stood flopping his cock before Elizabeth and Jim-bob.
	The man then blatantly stood masturbating before them; leering, lusting and being less than human.  He became even more less (if that was possible) by bringing the two horrified children into the cabin, shutting the door behind him.  Then, to confirm that he was less than human, he pulled down Jim-bob’s dirty beige overalls.  The boy had no undies, either.  Olivia was out of her mind ripping the skin about her wrist and ankles as she wrenched herself on the iron bed.
	In anger, moonshiner Jed brought Trudy up to her face and seethed.  In his eyes Olivia saw that the man would hold nothing back and would undoubtedly blow her head clean off’in her shoulders.  But it was a hard thing not to act out so.
	“You makes a move, boy,” spat the moonshiner, “an’ I’ll blows yer balls off!” and to make the point sound home he put the barrel of Trudy to Jim-bob’s balls.  Instantly the eleven year old shielded his hairless nuggets with eyes bulging and panic ensuing.
	Beside him, ten year old Elizabeth stood sobbing.
	Jed Zimbow looked the little mountain girl over, licking his lips and nodding.  With one hand holding Trudy steady with the barrel mere inches from Jim-bob’s shriveled terrified testicle sac, the mountain moonshiner easily pulled Elizabeth’s well worn kiddie dress off of her shoulders.  Dingy white panties, plain, no lace, no cartoon characters, but a couple of holes she wore and were not quite snug fitting were revealed.  The girl stood absolutely petrified.

	“YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!” screamed her Mother from behind.
	The mountain man paid her no attention.  Jim-bob continued to cover his balls and stare in utter disbelief watching as the man pulled down Elizabeth’s panties.  The man then caressed Elizabeth’s ass pulling her closer to him.  Then,
	The brash mountain man chortled and laid both Elizabeth and Jim-bob across their Momma.  Caressing their bare bottoms followed but nothing more.  Nothing more that Elizabeth could remember.  Maybe something more happened, she didn’t know.  Later on in years when re-writing her journal she surmised that the mountain moonshiner humped her in the ass; Jim-bob got boned, too.  Their Momma, however, didn’t remember the incident and Jim-bob never spoke of it.  There was an unexplained lapse of memory-time between the after getting fucked up the ass and being on the old dirt road being found by family friend they were supposed to be visiting.
	Elizabeth could explain it and wasn’t sure on how much time lapse there was.  She was fairly certain, though, the moonshiner had put his bone up her butt AND relatively sure that he had done so to Jim-bob.  What happened after that she had no idea.

*

Elizabeth’s journal resumed with the visiting stranger, Rusty.
	The family Nedmacky was captivated by the stranger, the Momma was a little leery (note:  Olivia didn’t acknowledge what had happened to her and her children at the hands of the moonshiner.  Elizabeth herself at length began to wonder if it at all had occurred in the first place or was it something akin to a dream?  It was at that time that she was having sexual relations with her four brothers; she was being disciplined by her Daddy (humped up the ass as the finale) and emerging slowly into womanhood.)
	But on the visitor’s first night, the leeriness Olivia and John felt towards the stranger waned as he played for them wondrous folk songs of the mountains on his guitar.  He was captivating and sang well telling tales, spinning yarns, and yodeling.
	Before, during, and after most songs he performed he gave information on where he had come by them and by who, a little history made the song more enjoyable.
	Long into the night the minstrel played, it was Elizabeth who conked out first.  John-boy, eldest Nedmacky offered to take the sibling up to her room; sister Mary Ellen (eldest girl) and Erin, middle sister, followed.

	“I got a hard-on good enough to fell trees!” announced John-boy in a hard whisper.  His sisters giggled.  Elizabeth “Lizzie” was laid out on her bed, Mary whispered to sister Erin, “watch the door.”  Erin giggling and blushing made for the door and as the two siblings, Erin and John-boy (John Jr.) passed one another—Erin reached out and playfully grabbed her brother’s cock that was hard enough to fell trees.
	Meanwhile, Mary Ellen had pulled off Lizzie’s dress, John-boy came up and slid off Lizzie’s panties—sniffing the crotch and blushing.  Mary Ellen came to her brother undoing his pants’ zipper and freeing his cock.  He wore underwear to help contain his lovely cock—“Johnny” had the best cock of all the boys.  While Erin watched the hallway, fingering herself, she casually watched her sister suck their brother.
	Downstairs the music could still be heard playing; brother Jason had taken up an interest in music.  He was fair at playing the guitar but excelled at the piano and had gotten a part at playing a piano at the local church and the occasional community barn dance social.
	Mary Ellen eased onto the bed and pulled Elizabeth onto her.  Erin had her panties down and was watching the antics more than the hallway beyond the door.  John-boy stroked his cock hard enough to fell trees and crawled onto the bed positioning himself between Mary Ellen’s legs.  Elizabeth was sprawled onto of her sister, dead to the world.
	Slowly and did John-boy ease his 18yr old cock into sister Mary Ellen’s cunt; his belly rubbing/bumping right up against Lizzie’s ass.  It wasn’t the first time, either.
	Erin continued to frig herself as well as rub her own butt lusting heavily.  John-boy looked over his shoulder to see his sister with her panties at her knees “gettin’ after it.”  
	Mary Ellen thrashed about, clenching Lizzie’s ass as her brother’s marvelous dong erupted serious sexual feelings within her.  John-boy humped all the harder seeing as how his sister seemed to enjoy it.  Though they often fooled around in the barn and around the house outside—getting it on inside the house made their illicit act all the better—‘specially with their parents right down stairs!
	John-boy began to cum and somehow managed to pull out and shove himself into Lizzie’s asshole to finish off the deed.  Lizzie barely stirred.  John-boy “got after it” humping until he was well drained.  Mary Ellen eased her slumbering unawares sibling off her to frig off her pussy; John-boy used a hankie to clean off his soiled schlong.  

	Tempting fate, Erin left the door, shucking her panties and coming for John-boy’s cock.  Mary Ellen cleaned off Lizzie’s soiled ass (but was still hungry for her brother’s cock.  Erin firstly, though, sucked on her brother’s cock, sucked his sweaty musty balls, and jerked him off.
	Mary Ellen had just cleaned Elizabeth’s asshole off cleanly when she heard giggles at the door.  For a second she was in panic—it could have very well been a parental unit and more than a simple bare ass spanking would ensue.  But it was brother Ben.

	The small mountain community was equipped with a general store, post office (in the general store); a telephone—also in the general store; a barn (beside the general store) for social venues (barn dances, gatherings for information and emergencies); and a school (not in the general store.)
	The school was home to almost two dozen children from the surrounding community.  All housed in one room being instructed by a single teacher.  John-boy had known the teacher, Ms. Rose Hunner most of his life.  The two shared a common bond—the love of books.  John-boy aspired to follow another family ancestor’s aspiration—to be a writer.  Ms. Hunner had written two books, both for schooling children.
	As John-boy matured, Ms. Hunner and he began to spend more and more time together—studying.  It was hoped that John-boy would make it to college, he was very bright but mostly and mainly in the literary field.  He sucked at Math (college math) but faired well with the other subjects.
 	Extra curricular activity came about with one of those after school study sessions.  Leaning against the desk (that John-boy’s Daddy had made) John-boy got a boner as he got a whiff of Rose Hunner’s wondrous perfume.  It didn’t matter that she was in her late 30s, not in the least—she still retained good features and gave John-boy a reason to live.
	And as for Ms. Hunner, she was unmarried, never married, and if she had a boyfriend current or otherwise, John-boy didn’t know.  Didn’t care, either.  The two hit off well and were good friends.  
	How exactly it came to be that Ms. Hunner and John-boy got on the desk for the extra credit wasn’t known.  Something was said to the effect,
	“Gee, they grow them big around here, don’t they?” Rose said off-handedly noticing her prize student’s sturdy erection inside his dingy cords.
	John-boy blushed but—since she “noticed” he turned himself so as she could get the full viewing.  Ms. Hunner lusted and eyed the mammoth bulge giving John-boy the go head to free the object of her attention to let her fully enjoy the mountain grown cock.

	Ms. Hunner had a nice touch; up and down John’s schlong she gave a gentle squeeze using some sort of special technique that John Jr. liked very much.  Giving himself handjobs and his sisters giving him handjobs was one thing, but Rose Hunner had a whole new feel to handling his job.
	And after handling it—she tugged the skin back before applying her rose lips engulfing the head drawing the cock head into her mouth.  All three of his sisters, plus a girlfriend, suck his cock and sucked it well—but the blowjob from Ms. Hunner—“A” fucking-tastic!
	And just before he came off in her mouth, she pulled off her red knit sweater, then her off-white blouse, then her 38-C bra containing a wondrous pair of very womanly titties.  John-boy was captivated and no longer cared that his “A” fucking-tastic blowjob had been interrupted.
	Ms. Hunner continued undressing, slipping off her dark brown tweed skirt, slip, and then working down her basic white non-descript panties.  She was nude and after fluffing up her pussy a bit she laid herself out on her desk, legs open, revealing herself.  John-boy was no fool, he wasn’t inexperienced in such matters—but he had never boned a woman, either.
	Ms. Hunner was a woman—all woman.
	For a moment John-boy stood watching his favorite (only) teacher fingerbang herself.  It was one thing to watch his sister finger themselves, but quite another to watch someone like Ms. Hunner.  The invite was there, presenting itself.  John-boy wondered if at first he should fuck her or eat her out?  His sisters went both ways with their desires—sometimes they simply liked to get fucked and sometimes they wanted teased and to have their cunnies fingered and licked out.
	Holding back his cock’s need to “get some” he bowed down and took his tongue to the woman’s cunt and lapped it all over like he would homemade ice cream.  
	To describe Ms. Hunner’s cunt—he couldn’t.  Even as a potential writer of acclaim no words came to John’s mind about eating out Ms. Hunner’s pussy.  He rather enjoyed noshing on his sisters’ pussies; each girl was different and he had been eatin’ pussy for a very long time.  Mary Ellen, of course, was the first.  With all his sisters there was “touchy-feely” between them and when Mary Ellen was ten and he was almost twelve they took their “touchy-feely” a step forward with him licking her out where she peed from and she sucking him where he peed from.
	Though pussy was pussy was pussy—each pussy had differences, too; texture, taste, smell, everything.  Ms. Hunner’s pussy was trim of pubes and smelled strangely of roses!  John-boy was excited and “went after it” with gusto!

	John-boy’s “gusto” incited Rose Hunner and she bucked into her favorite student’s face, grabbing his hair, his ears and face fucking him for as long as he talently thrilled her cunny.
	“Oh!  Johnny!” Ms. Hunner cried out as she was hammered.  Unlike distant future teacher, Ms. Hunner didn’t have to worry about a nosey janitor wandering around catching her in the act.  There were no janitors!
	John-boy humped his teacher’s cunt—humped his teacher’s cunt—humped his teacher’s cunt for over three minutes before the release of sensational sinful lust.  The explosion was beyond belief and caused the two to wallow on the desk in some sort of last dash for pleasure.  It was almost like desperation with John-boy striving beyond all striving measures to keep his mountain boy cock in his mountain teacher’s cunt.
	Until the end anyways.

	Brother’s Jason and Ben though enjoyed thoroughly humping their sisters—they strangely had a desire to please one another.  And often did so.  Simple handjobs but that usually led to oral copulation and that led to full anal penetration.  
	Jim-bob, other than getting it with his sisters, humped the “little girl” down the lane, a family friend of the general store owner.  She was ten and fascinated (infatuated) with Jim-bob so much so that she was willing to get nasty with him.
	Mary Ellen had a thing not just for her brothers—but for a horse named Midnight who belonged to a girlfriend.  Both girls “loved” Midnight and often loved one another, too.
	Erin was the more calmer of the Nedmacky children and gave herself mostly to her brothers, her fingers, any “round” vegetable, and Mary Ellen’s horny boyfriend.  
	And lastly, Elizabeth.  Happy mostly with fingering herself but giving in to the lustful ways of her sinful brothers.  Like brother John-boy, Elizabeth was an avid reader and found strong interests in detective books.  It was that strong interest that led her to following her siblings thru their days uncovering all sorts of nifty information.  She wasn’t much into blackmailing, blackballing, but held the information for “emergencies.”
	The visitor Rusty was also one Elizabeth followed.  She had some notes about him but also some blank spots.  Thru supposings and suppositions the blank spots were filled in as such:
	*see chapter 24