August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Twenty Eight
The Fuckers

The goat farm episode
	Working a Summer job at a goat farm—how tough could it be?  Let’s find out.  Wendy Bottom Farm featuring a small bevy of goats for the making of soap and cheese and stuff like that there called for our hero—Mack Borelin.  
	In the Summer of his twenty-sixth year Mack found employment a bit of a challenge.  All the usual places were either scaling back or simply not hiring or the pay was ridiculously too low to consider.  Just a ways outside of town, however, there was a small farm that was hiring.  
	Handyman, fix what needed to be fixed (and he had his own tools.)
	The job paid “ok”, better than average and he got a bunk in the bunk house, three meals a day, Sunday off.  The work wasn’t hard, either; a fence repair, roof, find a lost goat, hold a goat so it can trimmed or milked, help out with the milking and the subsequent making of soap thereafter, clean up after the goats, and take an interest in the girls (human).
	There were a couple of other “hands” on the farm, they had been there a long time and had their own way of doing things.  There was no Head Man but a Head Woman who was the boss.  She was the owner/operator of the goat farm, it was a family business and there was no mentioning of the Mister, husband (or ex).  Mack was wise enough at that time to let it lie and not pry.
	There were three kids, other than the “goat” kind; Debbie, Megan, Jason.  Debbie was the oldest at fifteen, but looked thirteenish.  Megan was eleven no where near being twelve for ten months yet.  Jason was the middle child, he was thirteen but looked twelve.
	The Mom, Wendy, was a big gal—not overly so, not out of proportion, but a big gal.  She was very friendly, likeable, and apprehensive about running the farm.  There were bills, paperwork—paperwork—paperwork.  It was pressure unknown to run a goat farm and she welcomed the extra help.
	From the get go, Mack and Megan hit it off.  It was a slight infatuation; Megan to Mack moreso than Mack to Megan.  That isn’t to say Mack didn’t have an infatuation, but Megan’s to Mack was the typical “crush” type.

	Touchy-feely 101	
 	For the first week Mack kept to himself and did the assigned chores.  He was aware that Megan followed him on the sly AND watched him when he peed out along the fence he was repairing.  She didn’t run away, either, when he masturbated out in the glen OR skinny dipped out in the small meadow lake and then in the forest’s creek.
	When in passing somewhere on the property he comments that she’s pretty.  This seriously increases the girl’s like to him.  They took a ride into town to fetch some items, Mack driving the family pickup as yet he had yet to acquire the Chevy.  Megan went along and after the fetching Mack sprung for a rootbeer float and some chili fries at a drive-in.  This only increased MORE of the girl’s like to Mack.
	 A few days later or so and Mack was in the “back 40” mending fences.  Along comes Megan in a golf cart bringing lunch.  They chatted and had lunch with Megan finally blurting out shyly “do you wanna see me like those girls in those magazines of yours?”
	Mack smiled and indeed did so what to see Megan like he saw “those girls” in those magazines of his.
	But there was hesitation as Megan teetered on the knowing what she was about to do crossed the line.  She was generally a shy girl, reserved, and was embarrassed by even farting in mixed company.  Mack tried breaking the ice by asking,
	“Do you and your brother do anything?” naughty to nasty.
	Megan blushed and smiling nodded that it was so.  She was a pretty girl, not overly pretty but she was pretty.  The sunshine illuminated her face; she had a small dainty nose; her short brown hair was nice with loose strands hanging down into her eyes.
	“Touchy-feely?” Mack asked.
	Megan didn’t know what that meant at first and had to think about it.  The she got it and nodded without saying so.  She was blushing even more and began to show signs of nervousness.
	“Touchy-feely is good.” Mack said laying on his side.  Lunch consisted of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, potato salad, watermelon, and lemonade.  Laying on a picnic blanket in the middle of the afternoon made the whole scene surreal.  A nice breeze gently wafted thru the boughs of the pines and cedars and Mack Borelin was alone with a beautiful eleven year old girl. 
	Hmm 

	Slowly, using sly maneuvers, Mack brought his hand to Megan’s hip.  They stared into one another’s eyes with Megan still blushing.  Slow near methodic circles did Mack make on the girl’s hip down to the curve of her ass and then along her thigh.
	In turn, Megan ran her hand down along Mack’s arm that somehow eventually came to brush against his bulging manhood.
	“So you and your brother fool around?”
	Megan shrugged meekly.
	“Touchy-feely?”
	Megan blushed and averted her pretty brown eyes.
	“You handle his penis?”
	She did.  And more.
	“And he touches you—where you pee?”
	The color of apples would pale in comparison to Megan’s face.
	Mack pulled himself a little closer taking control by taking Megan’s hand and brushing it more sternly against his bulge.  
	Megan giggled.

	With his cock out, Megan got her first look at a serious dick.
	“Wow.” was her reaction.  It was nothing in comparison to her brother’s dick.  It looked nothing like the many goats there were on the farm, the horses, dogs she had seen, nothing compared.
	Mack squeezed his pud, waggled and got the girl to take holt of the monstrous unit herself.  Timidly she did so—just like she did her brother’s.
	“It’s warm.” Megan commented.  Although it was bigger, warmer, Mack’s cock was then not so unlike her brother’s cock.  Brother Jason got his jollies by exposing himself to his sisters; then there was the touchy-feely part with the boy rubbing his penis against his sisters’—specifically their ass.
	The girls obliged him and masturbated him, too.  No penetration, though.  Not even in the mouth!  Mack held off prying about anything else.  
	“Would you take your pants down for me?” he asked shyly.
	Surprisingly, disregarding risk, she did.
	With her jeans down at her ankles, Megan lay on her back clad in her lavender panties.  Mack Borelin lay beside her with his manhood out pressed against her hip; a manly hand roaming about her body with specific intent to her goodie area.  Megan’s eyes locked to Mack’s helped ease the girl’s rising fright.
	Then they kissed.

	The kissing, of course, led to serious fingering—that would be Mack to Megan’s pussy, of course.  Of course!  Megan thrashed her legs about, her little young heart was beating so hard that Mack could feel it and hear it.  The girl was panicking—and rightfully so as her manly lover had worked her young cunny into frenzy.
	The fright got to the girl and she exclaimed “I don’t want to do this anymore.” She pulled up her pants and hustled quickly to the golf cart and sped away leaving Mack a little concerned if she would say something to her sister or possibly her Mom.
	He doubted she would say anything to her Mom but she might her sister and the sister would say something to the Mom.  And that would just suck.
	Once back at the farm he noted that Megan kept out of sight.  That bothered him; had he perhaps gone too far?  He hoped not—he had plans for her!
	That night, however…
	Knock-knock-knock
	Megan stood at bunkhouse door.
	Oh!

Tangled webs and more touchy-feely 101 barnyard style
	Wearing a sheer nightie, the eleven year stood at Mack’s door.  The old farts who had been with the farm for a long time had their own bunkhouse and Mack, the newbie, had his own.  He liked it that way.  It was dark out, a little after midnight, and Megan stood willingly at his door.
	There was a half moon and a jillion stars illuminating the night sky and a nightlight inside the bunkhouse shed a gentle light on the visitor.
	“Sorry about earlier.” Megan said referring to the incident at the fence.  Mack shrugged conveying ‘no big deal.’
	Then, after a couple of seconds of sheepishness, the girl raised her nightgown revealing the fact that she wore no underwear.  Mack wore boxers and nothing else and his Mack Jr. popped proudly out the boxer flap.
	Megan giggled, blushed and was ushered inside…

	On her knees Megan Bottom worked Mack’s cock.  She was still shy, still timid, but she did the dirty deed as well as more.  Mack reeled, rocked on the balls of his feet and made as much entry into her mouth as he could taking care to back off when she gagged and made faces.

	Once inside the small bunkhouse with bunk beds four, a private bathroom, some tables, small refrigerator for those midnight snack attacks, sweet little Megan pulled off her nightgown on her own.  Mack felt compelled to push down his red boxers and stand naked before the girl.
	Those beautiful brown eyes went straight to Mack’s amazing cock.
	“Wow.” she said.
	“Bigger than your brother’s?”
	Meg didn’t answer but nodded that it was so.
	“Do you suck your brother’s dick?”
	A little embarrassed at the bold question Megan nodded again.
	Although he didn’t say so he conveyed so and Megan did so.
	He held off cumming in her mouth; and he asked if her brother ever did so.
	“Yeah, it was really gross, too.” she said in disgust.
	‘You’ll get used to it.’  Then, “Does your brother and sister—fool around?” leaving the unsaid to wonder the cosmos while the girl thought about it.  Then she blushed and nodded her head.  Brother Jason and sister Debbie “fooled” around--as in fucked.
	After some sucking, Megan pulled back to stroke the manly manhood.  She was in awe.  And rightly so.  The proud owner of the manly manhood flopped his pud before her gazing brown eyes then gently pressed it against her face cinching his balls up against her mouth.  She sucked on those, too.
	This ultimately led to Megan being led to the bunk Mack had claimed.  She was laid out on the bunk with Mack going to his knees on the floor.  Meg’s legs were parted and Mack examined closely the girl’s pre-teen cunt.  His astute examination determined that the girl was truthful, she was a virgin.
	Applying his tongue to Megan was nothing new—not for Mack and not for Megan.  He lapped all over, tasting the slight taste of pee.  It didn’t dissuade him but excited!  All over the virtually hairless pussy he licked and licked, lapped and nipped, drove inward into the trench and desiring deeply to sink not his tongue but his dick!
	All in good time.
	The girl tensed up as Mack came positioning himself on top of her; she feared the dick.  But Mack merely humped the girl’s slit, gouged the head of his dick against her slit, but didn’t penetrate.
	Then he lay partly on her, off to one side so as not to crush her and toyed with her dainty little breasts while fingering out he cunt.  Megan gushed, farted, and peed a little.  Mack’s manhood rested comfortably against her and the two engaged in kissing.

	After much kissing there was the repositioning.  Megan was gently rolled over askew with the oh-so naughty Mack Borelin behind her.  His cock was ready—it was hard and dripping cum and very determined to make entry into someone’s hole.
	A little pre-fingering, then some tonguing and spittle gave Mack the insight that the girl was NOT a virgin in that particular hole.  After much fingering and pre-lubing the mighty Mack Jr. made anal entry and surprisingly it was giving—very giving.
	Once he got going with most of his manhood ramming the girl’s hole, Mack began fingering the girl’s pussy expertly and quizzing her on who had breeched her backdoor.  It was a given that it was brother Jason.  But then again this WAS a farm…
	 
*

I came, I saw, I came all over the place!
	Almost every night did Megan make a secret visit to Mack’s bed.  And on those nights she slept thru they made up somewhere out of sight of others or boldly in Mack’s bed anyways.  And as usual, after making love in his bed they showered together.
	The lovemaking was limited to oral, anal, and touchy-feely.  Mack’s desire to peg Meg increased exponentially to the point where he began working on her to get her brother to fuck her.  Meg was not opposed, just leery and fearful of getting pregnant.
	But just fingering her pussy was getting it.  Mack’s torment of her young body during their encounters almost got the young girl to give the young man his way.  But that fear factor of pregnancy was a dousy to ignore.
	“You need broken in.” Mack cooed to her.
	“But I don’t want to get pregnant.” Meg replied.
	The solution was abstinence or a wrapper.
	Mack provided the wrapper.
	In the meantime of Meg getting laid proper by her brother, Mack’s snooping got him insight on the oldest Bottom girl, Debbie.  There was always talk of farm girls having relations with other than their horny brothers; there were porno movies filled with naughty farm girls getting more than friendly with their clippity-clops and ba-baaas.  On one particular afternoon Mack’s sly spying got him insight on Debbie Bottom.

	Lying on her stomach on a log split in two to form a natural seat, Debbie Bottom had no cares whatsoever.  Her eyes were closed but she wasn’t asleep; her round butt was bathed by the noonday sun and she didn’t seem to worry should pesky stinging insects come about from the nearby meadow.  
 	It was a little ways from the farm and secure enough to allow Debbie the freedom to shed her clothing and lay out naked to get a nice Summer tan.  She wasn’t alone, however—
	As the young teen relaxed from the rigors of working making soap and cheese and such a wet touch on her back startled her making her jump.
 	“What the fuck!? ... oh, it's you, Sugar,”
 	Sugar was one of the goats of her Mom’s farm; he stood about four feet high; white with black splotches and a near constant waggly tail.  Its
 tongue was hanging out as it backed away and he had a curious to perplexed look upon his goatish face.
	Debbie smiled when she recognized her favorite pet.  She coaxed it
 Back cooing “Come on, Sugar, it’s ok, I’m sorry I scared you.”
	The goat cautiously trotted back to her side.
	Debbie had a unique “country” voice, kind of high pitched, very southern country.  Stroking the goat’s dense coarse fur she continued to talk to it softly.  Sugar took it all in but seemingly had another agenda than a mere walk in the meadow.
	The goat baaed and pranced a bit seemingly to be skittish.
	What’s wrong, Sugar?” Debbie asked—then she saw the problem.    
	Sugar's cock was stiff and exposed hanging down.
 	Debbie blushed and understood the funny glazed look in her pet’s eyes and yea his face.
 	“You're missing Buttercup, ain't ya?” she purred to Sugar.  Buttercup, was another goat and Sugar’s sweetie, and gotten sick.  She was spending some days at the Vet’s until she got better.
     “I’m sorry, Sugar,” Debbie continued to coo, “I guess you miss her a lot,
 huh?”  And almost as if he understood her words, Sugar pressed against his muzzle to Deb’s face waggling it’s goaty tail all the more.  His goaty cock began to drip, too.
 	Debbie looked to Sugar’s cock again.  Looking around to ensure she (and Sugar) were alone, she whispered, “Maybe I can help you out a bit.”
 	Petting Sugar’s back to distract and keep the animal calm Debbie snaked her other hand down to gently encircled the stiff shaft.  Slowly did she stroked the long, erect cock, slipping her fingers back and forth across the swollen head.

 	Sugar moved prancing more, his tail straightening out and giving all the signs of having an orgasmic fit!  Every now and then, a slight tremor shook his furry goaty body.
	Debbie stroked the goat’s cock; it wasn’t a long shaft; it was slippery and slick in her fingers and getting warmer with each stroke.  There was a warmth spreading in her own sex with subsequent tremors all her own.  Slowly did Debbie begin rubbing herself until she was wet enough to admit a couple of fingers.  Her passion began to heat up.
 	As her passion increased, she got off the bench and stood behind the animal, keeping up her stroking on his cock while she fingered herself increasing tumultuously her sexual need.  Her ample teen breasts pressed against Sugar’s back.  Sugar increased his prancing; his tongue lagged, tail twitched, and he was close to cumming.
 	Moaned softly, the teen girl felt her pet’s hard cock swelling even more.  Suddenly, a hot spray of cum shot out the tip.  Debbie continued humping her furry lover getting him well sated.
	“There, that’s better now, huh?” she whispered in his ear as she practically lay her nude body against his backside.
 	But while the goat was satisfied, the young teen found her own juices were flowing hot and heavy.  Pushing herself off of Sugar the fifteen year old with bouncy brown hair, green eyes, and a shapely body that was a little out of proportion for her age group moved back to the wooden bench laying down on it, spreading her legs out wide.
 	As she looked up between the mounds of her breasts she saw Sugar move into position between her legs and lap at her—just like he always did under similar circumstances.   It wasn’t the first time (nor the last.)  Debbie had a fine-fine cunt; like her sister, she feared getting knocked up by their ever so horny brother so taking on a farm beast was the next best thing.  The girls knew that they couldn’t get pregnant by them.
 	The scraping of his rough tongue on her sensitive pussy lips excited her greatly and she bucked as she grinded herself against his face.  Locking her legs about his neck, tweaking-pinching her very erect nipples she face fucked Sugar and Sugar liked it.
     Several minutes of his lapping and Debbie had had enough.  The tongue lashing from the goat just wasn’t enough.  So, gently pulling on his fur she pulled the fifty pound farm goat up between her legs…
 	Oh!

 	Debbie slipped a hand under her pet finding his goaty dick.  It was slicker than ever before!  Giggling, blushing, she continued to manipulate Sugar’s cock as she pulled him up further until said cock was pressed against her cunny.
 	The goat climbed up but before anything else Debbie quickly and clumsily put her socks on Sugar’s paws—to lesson the “scratching” he would do when he “got into it.”  
 	Then, Sugar inserted his cock into her eager cunt.  The goaty cock was just the right size and swelled as it slid into her sex.  Debbie took the animal’s pud, bucking back against his frantic rutting.
 	“You fuck me good, you hear?” she encouraged him.
 	With her breasts jiggling, her heart pounding, Debbie bucked  as she was laid by the goat.  Pushing back against his thrusts, Debbie’s sex became inflamed (sexually speaking).  She began to grunt and grip the furry sides of Sugar, arching her back as her favorite pet drove with rapid succession his goaty dick driving his human lover into a sexual frenzy.
 	“That’s real good, Sugar,” Debbie exclaimed feeling her sex exploding in time with Sugar’s own explosion.  Sugar wasn’t thru and continued to drive madly into her tunnel.

	Spying came naturally to Mack, stumbling upon unique situations also played a part in his farm experience.  Just on the outskirts of the farm area there was a treehouse.  In a huge great oak twenty-five feet up was the fort where the Bottom kids enjoyed hiding out and being kids.
	One day while working loosely Mack got to noticing the Bottom kids “missing.”  He wondered about Megan but upon seeing Sugar wondering about dismissed the girl hiding out elsewhere.  As the afternoon wore on he wondered about the Bottom children more then sighted in on the treehouse.
	Quite often he had seen the children slinking up into the great tree and be there for hours.  After a time, Mack got curious and the “snooping” part of him took over.  When the timing was right he made his move slinking along the outer area keeping to the bushes marking the boundary and sneaking undetected to the tree.
	The “fort” walls were a mix of wood planks, canvas, wood sheet paneling, and whatever the kids could find to make walls, floor, and ceiling.  Many nights thru the Summer the kids would often spend the night in the fort where there was a telescope to watch the moon, stars, and occasional flying saucer.

	With extreme stealth, Mack made his way up the ladder tacked to the tree.  There was a trapdoor, a rope with a bell attached (or a bell with a rope attached) to signal to whoever was in to let someone in or whoever was out to let them in.  Mack didn’t ring the bell but carefully-carefully ease up the trap door.  To his surprise—mildly speaking, there was Jason Bottom humping the shit out Debbie Bottom (literally speaking.)
	On her hands and knees, angled, naked Debbie Marie Bottom fingered her cunt while one leg was cocked up on a swinging hammock.  Naked brother Jason pounded her from behind with great furor apparently having achieved that blissful sought after goal of orgasm.
	Armed with that knowledge…
	
	After running a needful errand for Debbie Bottom, his employer, Mack sidetracked to make his own errand on his own time before returning to the farm.  He was in company with Jason Bottom.  The sidetrack was to a liquor store.  Not just ‘liquor’ was inside the establishment; cold drinks of various kinds, snack foods, accessories of this and that for your ride and/or yourself.
	Mack’s interest was the small bottles of liquor on the counter and the porn mags by the wall.  After making his purchases the two made their return to the Windy Bottom Goat Farm and Soap farm.  Along the way Mack down one of the liquor bottles while Jason dumped his into a can of soda and downed it.
	Jason also perused the glossy pages of the skin magazine Mack had purchased.  There magazines all of serious hardcore beaver mags that seriously got Jason’s attention.  
	“Why don’t you come to the bunkhouse later this evening.” Mack said to the enamored youth after their return.  Jason very willingly nodded his head.
	A little before midnight and…
	Knock-knock-knock
	Young Jason Bottom eagerly stood at Mack’s bunkhouse door clad in his jimmies and sportin’ wood.  The boy was welcomed in, had another tiny liquor bottle poured into a soda then saw spread out on a table a small collection of porn magazines.  
	On the small portable television—more porn.  Seeing various “action” taking place put young Jason Bottom into serious hard-on mode.  He made a little moan then realized his benefactor was nude.  Mack Borelin stood butt bare assed naked masturbating right beside him.

	Although he was a little embarrassed—Jason let his pajama bottoms drop and he was nude, too.  Masturbation came naturally with Mack explaining that “masturbation” is a natural way of life for all guys and a necessary thing, too.
	“Necessary?” Jason inquired almost sheepishly.
	“Yeah, a guy can only hold off for so long and then he’s got to work it or his balls will explode.”
	Jason’s eyes bulged, “No flippin’ way!”
	“Yes way.” Mack smiled and worked his favorite organ explaining,
	“You see, a guy’s got cum in his balls and it needs released now and then and by working your crank there’s the release.  Either by hand or in some bitch’s mouth, pussy, or asshole.”
	Jason got a steady grip on his cock while he listened.
	“I knew a guy one time who refused to jerk off until one day his balls were like someone had kicked him.  He was in agony and finally went to the doctor ‘cause all the jerking off no longer worked—his cum had solidified and wouldn’t spurt out his johnson.”
	“W-what happened?” Jason asked with growing concern.  
	“Well, while the nurse showed him her boobs, the doctor slipped up behind him and whacked his inflamed cock with a mallet.”
	Jason’s mouth dropped while Mack showed in exaggerated mode the size of the “inflamed” cock.
	“So if you don’t jerk off regularly, don’t have sex--” Mack smiled whimsically and made the motion of the doctor smacking a guy’s johnny with a mallet.
	Jason wanted no part of that and took to working his magic flute with some gusto.  Mack worked his own flute and then had another miniature liquor bottle.  Jason had one and didn’t pour it into a soda can but drank it straight.
	After taking a long hard piss, Mack returned from the bathroom finding the naked Jason seriously humping his hand while he stood watching some bitch-whore on the television via video tape getting pounded from the front as well as from behind AND sucking a cock, too! 
	Mack eased up behind his young stallion and slipped his hands around the wiry boy’s hips taking over the masturbating.  The boy’s cock stiffened (more) in Mack’s expert hands.  His own cock slipped down between the lad’s cheeks and their passion began to stir to unknown heights.
	Well, not quite unknown…

*

its always darkest just before going pitch black
	After his nightly visit with Mack, Jason returned to his bedroom where he belonged but was caught by his sister, Debbie.
	“What were you doing (coming from his (Mack’s) bunkhouse?”
	Jason shined her own but Debbie remained suspicious and slightly concerned to annoyed.  Her annoyance increased when she caught sister Megan emerging in the wee early hours of the morning from Mack Borelin’s bunkhouse.  She wasn’t amused and confronted her sister who also shined her on.  So she confronted Mack Borelin himself who smiled to her and politely informed her,
	“Well, don’t get too uppity, missy, they know I’ve got something better than a goat dick!”
	He let that set in as the teen girl’s eyes bulged with fear.
	Using his manly wiles the stunned girl was led to the bunkhouse herself.  The girl was at first a little more than unwilling—but then those manly wiles (and a little blackmail) kicked in.
	“I don’t think you’re Mom would like to know about you and Sugar, and your brother?”
	Debbie lost all color in her face and half the Romanian Air Force could land in her mouth.
	“Oh my God!” she managed to blurt out.
	Mack smiled a special smile conveying ‘not to worry, I wont rat you out.’
	Strangely, Debbie didn’t ask for “proof” of her shenanigans with Sugar or her brother.  She was led to the bunkhouse where more shenanigans took place all with Debbie still reeling in the fact that she had been caught/observed with her goat and brother.
	The business of getting freaky with Mack came with some trepidation.
	“I-I don’t want to do this.” Debbie said nervously.
	“I don’t think you’re Mom wants to deal with having to secretly take you to the vet for hanky-panky business with a farm animal.”
	Debbie was confused with the man’s words.  But she certainly didn’t want her Mom to know about Sugar—or anyone else!  Slowly she submitted and found herself swathed in a layer of sex sweat moments later.  The bed squeaked as Mack drove his prong into her; Debbie’s nipples erected and feelings she hadn’t enjoyed before tingled all over her young teen body.

	“Much better than Sugar, huh?” Mack smirked.
	Well, sorta.  True, there was little to compare or none at all; there was a difference—Sugar’s goaty cock was slick and delivered a unique manner of thrusting that seriously drove the girl into distinctive sensations she could not even grasp.
	After the first lovemaking they showered.  Debbie was—in a mindset that wasn’t her own.  Enamored wasn’t the word; nor perplexed.  Overwhelmed?  That might work.  She was simply swept up in the guise of the handyman who had charms she had never knew existed.
	After the shower and subsequent drying off—they made love again this time with Debbie on top; sitting up, laying down, and doing the “around-the-world” shtick.
	 Debbie Bottom also learned the elusive “69ing”, spooning, doggie, facial, double penetration, and so on.  Double Penetration usually done with another dick but in lieu of a dick a candlestick will do.  It all had Debbie in a quandary of sincere confusion.  She wanted to be led into the twisted world of sexual depravity (with a man) but she feared that lead just the same, too.
	Getting her cunt licked out and making her cum during solidified her trip to the Dark Side.  After shuddering orgasms rocked her world the girl lay on Mack’s bed—worthless.  She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think.  She wanted fucked and fucked hard.  Mack, though, had to take a break…

*

Reflective Behavior Modification
	The goat farm had been an experience.  A long summer, good pay, good experience, and the boffing of all three of the Bottom farm children.  Strangely, Mack didn’t score with the Boss who signed his checks, but that was ok, he got her children and that was enough.
	Towards the end of Summer and his stay at the farm Debbie Bottom found the true pleasures of Double Penetration—without a candlestick in lieu of a dick.  All three Bottom children had their flings with Mack either in his bunkhouse after hours or in their treehouse OR out along the fence he was repairing out of sight of the farm.
	Debbie thoroughly enjoyed getting hammered doubly; she enjoyed being spanked, too; and that thrilled the Spanker (Mack) and soon her brother, Jason, too.  Megan wasn’t so much into getting spanked but loved being eaten out and getting double dicked in her cunt.  Both girls squatted on their brother’s face and peed.

	Only once did Mack engage naughtily with Debbie with the goat, Sugar, present.  Up close and personal did Mack want to see Sugar fucking Debbie.  She gave her favorite pet a handjob and was soon talked into giving head to Sugar.
	One afternoon out by where Debbie went to be private with Sugar, Mack found jealousy in the farm animal as he was making love to Debbie and “gettin’ after it” when suddenly he was butted on the butt from behind by a snorting pissed off goat!
	Jason and Megan were not clued in on their sister’s animal antics.
	And what was so fantastic about the Summer experience—it was all done WITHOUT the aid of an electronic device!  No EMAD was used in the swaying of Megan, Jason, OR Debbie!  Amazing!  Of course, it would have been easier…

	From the farm to a new life, the military, finding himself.  It was a long process.  The military life left him more than a little confused.  The loss of his parents upset him and he found himself in a dilemma concerning the house he grew up in and the crap that was in it.  He had no real attachment to the house (or the crap in it) but then again—he did.
	He decided not to live in the past and sold the house (and the crap in it) and move on.  He had memories of his parents and that would suffice.  Some pictures, some special knick-knacks of his Mother’s; a fishing pole of his Dad’s, and other nifty treasures he kept but the furniture and other items he had no real attachment to were sold and the acquisition of a fine ride and a new house was made.
	So was the bane of the Nation, an EMAD.
	Life in the country was fine and alone that changed his life.
	The advent of the EMAD in his life seriously changed him.
	Getting his way using his charm, his wiles, and sometimes force, was one thing.  Sometimes being forceful or using other necessary talents just wasn’t enough.  The electronic gadget paved the way to facilitate a more joyful attainment of those things that made him happy.
	The twins Bonnie and Hanna Carney made him more than happy.  The twin eleven year olds prancing about naked or in their panties made him very happy.  The girls obliging him with sex, sex acts, and all things regarding sex and its glorious depravity more than happy.
	However, there was something missing.

	The girls filled a special void; in the past when he had had troubles of one sort or another he had his Mom and Dad to go to to talk things over and get their opinion.  In the military he had chums and a chain of command to go thru and often a priest he had found to be a friend.  They often shared time together, had some beers, and went to ballgames off the base.
	With his parents’ passing and no longer in the military, Mack was alone.  Bonnie and Hanna were fine—more than fine, but for someone to talk to, to share his life?  Not so much.  He needed a friend.  A chum.  A companion.  Easier said than done.
	Making the bar scene was not his thing but he did a few times with limited success.  Other places to encounter a possible “chum” were at social gatherings—ballgames, bowling, sports bar, a social cause of some type, a county/city meeting aka bitch camp.
	The other social gathering place is, of course, a church.
	And a park.
	It was at a park that Mack B encountered his next incident—featuring boys.  Mack liked boys, nothing wrong with them—they just had one less hole to fuck but some boys were just as cute as girls (and some were even more!)
	Two boys, teenagers, caught Mack’s eye—and cock.  The boys weren’t playing any sports game, no tennis, soccer, golf, croquet or anything of the like.  No basketball, either.  The boys were at a lone aluminum picnic table playing a game of imagination, Dungeons and Dragons.
	Brad Finigan and Vance Cordon were friends, they were fourteen and had good enough appeal to get unwanted attention.  From the onset Mack merely “observed” his prey—getting to know them from afar.  He could have used his new toy, the EMAD, but EMAD detectors were in heavy use about the park and Mack didn’t want to chance it.
	The boys played their game and weren’t bothered; there were roaming security guards armed not with weapons but detectors and preventors.  Mack made himself nonchalant in his observance of the boys then made himself scarce when the busybody security got too close.  The boys were still able to be observed, just further away.
	At length the boys collected their game, a mess of papers and books, dice and figurines representing their characters, and made for home.  Mack followed (al la nonchalantly.)  
	Subject One, Brad, was the first stop at a quaint home not dissimilar to the dozens of other homes in the neighborhood.  Color schemes, placement of the front door, the garage, fireplace on opposite side from the previous home, and landscaping made the homes “unique.”

	Vance Cordon lived in a similar home across the street and down two blocks.  There were some young peoples playing outside that were of some interest but Mack stuck to his guns and sought pleasures with Brad and Vance.
	Getting to know the boys was the first step, and that was easy with Mack’s young adult looks and appeal.  Immersing himself in the realm of fantasy the boys he sought enjoyed got him “in” with the boys and though the park provided outdoor fresh air there were the hazards of interruptions with other kids wanting to know what going on; a wayward basketball; screaming little kids; and changing weather.
	Mack offered his humble home which was “just down the street.”
	It wasn’t a grand home but it would do; constructed during the ‘40s.  It had charm, a front and back yard, garage, and suited Mack during his interim of deciding where he actually wanted to spend the rest of his life.  Brad’s Mom accompanied her son’s first visit; she was welcomed, too.
	There was pizza, tunes, and drinks provided for the gathering; Mack invited Merrideth to stay.  She said No.  Pity.  The boys were elated by the goodies and the prime place to play without interference.  That was a plus.  There were “other” boys, and a girl, who also played the game and they could come join in, too.
	Mack was more than pleased.
	The first session went well and “nothing” happened.  Mack had patients and there was no hurry.  The second session, however, Mack began his shenanigans.  Again, it was just Brad and Vance, the others had other obligations but planned on joining in as soon as possible.
	While the boys were seated at a huge wooden spool table in the open dinning room, Mack hung back in a dim lit hall of the Southwestern style stucco home.  Fondly he fingered his minding device.  His eyes and full attention were on the two boys and what he wanted to do with them, what he could do with them, and what it would lead to.
	There were two other boys in their social and one girl.  Can we say “Orgy”?  Mack saw an outrageous party where no one wore clothing; there were games to play; like “Twister” and other assorted games ending up with lots of cum splatter.
	There, too, were notes and flits of fanciful thought concerning younger girls and boys.  Acquiring them, of course, would be a neat trick and something to be done where he was.  Of course, he didn’t plan on staying in the small home in the middle of a neighborhood.  For his shenanigans to play out the way they swam about in his mind he would need a home out of public eye.
	That was for later, though; for now, let the games begin!
	‘Stand up.’
	Brad slung his head and looked like he was going to vomit.
	Vance slung his head, sat still, blinked his eyes, then stood up.
	Brad didn’t vomit, thankfully, then stood up from the table, too.
	Mack merged back into living/dinning room, turned down the tunes and sized up the situation concerning the boys.  Wavering his hand before the boys, patting them on their butts, a brush to their crotch, and saying aloud “I’m gonna fuck your brains out” assured Mack that the boys were intend under the spell of the EMAD.
	Making adjustments on the minding gadget to lessen the effects on the boys enabled Mack to make the boys take their own clothes off and lessen the “sick” feeling they were experiencing.  Mack was very pleased at watching the boys undress.  Brad had red hair, was of Irish heritage, five foot five and a little more “weighty” than he ought to be for his age but not classified as “overweight.”
	Vance had dark brown hair and a few scars on his thin build body.
	‘You like being naked with your friend.’ Mack began inserting a new way of life for the boys to accept.
	‘You like sucking your friend’s cock.’
	‘You like playing with your friend’s cock.’
	‘You like kissing your friend’s cock.’
	‘You like fucking your friend’s ass.’
	The commands were brought up on the EMAD’s display screen; highlighted, then SENT.  The wavering brain wave activity on another display screen indicated the level of “capture” of the Subject(s) mind.  A sub-screen indicated the level of acceptance of commands from the sending unit, the EMAD.
	More and more commands were brought up and sent AND received.  According to the minding device the commands were being accepted and Mack began slipping off his own clothing to join in.  
	Slowly he began to fondle the boys who already had significant hard-ons.  Their thoughts were fired up with the prospect of being naughty with the other.  The boys embraced one another, hands to the other’s ass, lips pressed together with tongues rolling inside.  Their young teen cocks rock hard squashed to the other’s midriff conferred to Mack that the boys were well enough under the spell of the minding gadget and held no compunction against such otherwise distasteful engagement.

	To further infuse the boys with their sexual blossoming Brad Finigan moved to his knees to take his best friend’s cock—to fondle it, work it, then suck it (and most of all—like it.)  While Brad sucked Vance, Mack stepped up butt bare assed naked, flogging his own dog and instilled upon the young man that he also would love to suck on Mack’s dog, too.
	While Brad serviced Vance AND Mack, Mack caressed Vance’s ass, slapped it, and became more and more aroused.  Brad, though a professed straight stud did a fair job of cocksucking.  During the short time Mack had spent with the boys it was learned that they did not approve of homos.  Vance had a gay teenage cousin and knew of other family members or close family friends who were gay.  Brad knew of family friends and school mates who were “funny.”
	Both Brad and Vance vehemently disapproved of same sex relations.
	Well, they used to…

	After both boys had serviced one another (and Mack) time for ye olde rim jobbing!  Not one of Mack’s favs but it was a part of the ritualistic behavior modification initiating the way for the boys to behave from henceforth thereon.  Brad and Vance tongued each other’s dirt chute rim prior to stuffing it with their cocks.  As they did so, Mack continued to instill upon their young minds there “new way of life.”

2009 Augmented Program for the Aspiring Pervert Symposium
Location to be held Undisclosed but somewhere near Wingding Elementary
Open registration after the First Bell
9:AM to 10:AM  Orientation; literature handouts; lubes, toys, binoculars…
10:AM to 11:AM  Guest Speaker Toejam author of the alley gate scrawling “You Suck, I Suck, Let’s Change the Alpha Quadrant”
11:10AM to 12:Noon  Get Acquainted with Twister (clothing optional)
12 Noon  Lunch
1:PM to 2:PM  Cocksucking 101
2:15 Break
2:30 resume schooling with Mutual Masturbation
3:PM to 4:PM  Rim Jobbing 1A combined with Mob Informant Vinny the Mouse who wrote the bathroom wall article “A Slip of the Tongue and You Could be in Deep Shit!”
5:PM  Anal Play; a play about Anal and his best pals Taint & Scrotum
6:PM  Dinner break

	‘You love sucking your friend’s cock.’
	‘You love your friend’s ass.’
	‘You love humping your friend’s ass.’
	The implanted notions continued to fill Brad and Vance; the boys enjoyed slobbering on one another—cock, balls, asshole, and face.  They enjoyed rubbing their naked bodies together, embracing one another, ass grabbing one another and topping their illicit togetherness off with a little humping.
	Mack enjoyed them, too.
	But wait!  There’s more!

	Brad had a little sister, Mindy.  She was nine.  She was cute, way cute.
	Brad had a Mom, Merrideth.  She was alright, 30ish, not bad looking in the looks department and was deemed worthy enough to mess with.  Mack was that way.
	After a few sessions at Mack’s house Merrideth invited Mack to sup with them.  Vance was a near permanent fixture at the Finigan house and he was there for dinner as well.  Merrideth naturally had some inquiring questions for Mack; job, wife, school, why the interest in the imagination game at his age.  Mack figured she was feeling him out on a more esoteric level—she wanted to know if he was a pervert and his interest in the fantasy game was for an ulterior reason.
	Mack skirted the subject by injecting other topics of interest; military, film student, backcountry trekker, the loss of his parents and the transition of having parents one day and not having parents the next day.  The subject of fantasy role playing never returned to the table.
	And Mindy farted.
	The little girl was a cutey, she sat next to Mack and seemed to like him.  Mack had that appeal.  At nine years young the tyke was beginning to “bud.”  Her hair of brown was curled hanging loosely down her shoulders midway.  Heavenly blue eyes, a sweet-sweet face of lily white.  Dainty little earrings adorned her lobes, a small mouth, small teeth.  Mack imagined his cum squirting onto her sweet face—then everywhere else.
	He wasn’t sure for certain but didn’t think Brad and Mindy were naughty.  They might be on a low-low level; exposure or something but nothing like Touchy/Feely like at the Fat Bottom Goat Farm.
	After dinner, Mack helped out with the clean up and dishes.  Merrideth appreciated that—of course, Mack had an ulterior motive there.  Of course!

	When the kids left for their own rooms and were safely out of sight Mack put his moves on Merrideth.  She didn’t respond to the verbal input but the minding device hot in his hands let him know that she was his to manipulate as he saw fit.
	And Mack Borelin saw fit to lower the woman’s beige slacks, spend a precious moment admiring her in her flowery panties before lowering them as well.  Then, pressing Merrideth against the sink counter, the fondling and groping began.
	Merrideth didn’t react and Mack “got busy”.
	But not too busy—the noise of the children and their music was distracting.  The boys and Mindy were in a battle of the tunes, each turning their own specific music choice up a little louder than the other.  Mack had his hands down the front of Merrideth’s slacks fingering out her pussy while his cock throbbed incessantly down between her legs.
	But the distraction was too much and he had to settle it.
	Leaving a Subject while his cock was ready to bust didn’t sit well with Mack; he went to the boys first and had a momentary disruption concerning his plan—the loud music and the boys’ high level of energetic emotions made overwhelming their young minds difficult.  But not impossible.
	Once they were settled (and their blaring grunge music turned way-way down) it was time for Mindy.  Mindy, across the hall askew had changed into short denim shorts and was fancifully flipping about to her own music which was a popular fast tune her and her peers enjoyed.
	The EMAD was unable to sway the child due to the interference of the trendy music set to a higher level unacceptable to adults but just fine for the younger set.  Tapping on the wall as he stood in the doorway got the girl’s attention.  She shrieked at the sudden intrusion but only to the level of being startled.  The music was turned down politely; Mindy all grins, blushing, and Mack saw her panties on the floor by her other pants she had been wearing for dinner.
	The girl continued to be embarrassed.  Mack stood casually leaning against the door frame, “What’s that called?” he asked trying to keep his eyes from the girl’s panties.
	“Summer Girls.” she said standing swishing herself at her stereo rack system by her desk.  The girl’s room was a little messy, but not overly so.  Clothes were picked up—‘cept for her underwear; rock posters on the wall; a hamster in a plastic cage whose name was “Zippity.”  A nice room with purple and lavender colors, two twin beds, mauve thick carpeting, and a swishing young girl wearing no panties…

	“What’s your pet’s name?” Mack asked although it was only obvious.
	“Zippity!” exclaimed the girl.
	It was only for a distraction as the girl went to the cage to get the critter out—she was zapped by the EMAD Mack had hidden in his folded arms.  She stood absolutely still in the quiet room and Mack felt exhausted already.
	‘Take your shorts down.’ 
	With no hesitation young Mindy pushed down her denim shorts.
	No panties.
	Mack wondered if she went to school or church without her undies on?  He wondered if the girl was naughty with her brother in some way—and was he naughty with her in the same token?  Funny, Mack hadn’t quizzed the girl’s brother before.
	On his knees he took some time to linger in lustful awe at the girl’s nakedness.  A soft smooth cunt greeted him.  He took the girl’s top off and she WAS naked.  Mack was well pleased and took the girl’s beauty in a moment more before hoisting her up onto her bed.
	More astute gandering of the girl’s body as she was laid out across her bed, legs open.  Her bald beaver fully captivated Mack’s attention and slowly did he go down on her.  Just the slight hint of pee.  His mind went into overload as tons of sensations began to tingle and come alive.  There were none such actions when molesting/groping the girl’s Mother.  
	With expertise the tongue went flicking all over increasing the sensations prompting a more intense lick-out of Mindy’s cunt.  His thumbs pressed in a massaging manner all about the poon; cupping her little ass with his hands the increased sensations intensified bringing Mack to a new heightened level of sexual want.
	Engulfing the whole of Mindy’s twat Mack somewhat satiated his lust drive but it wouldn’t hold for much longer.  His tongue powerfully worked its way into her trench finding resistance therein suggesting she was still an intact virgin.
	But not for very much longer.
	Mack finally pulled back; he was sweating all over, heart beating near out of his chest and his cock near bursting out of his pants.  Time to get naked.  
	The boys remained as they had been left, sitting on a bed.  Mack stood before them and told them “get naked.”  
	In the kitchen, Merrideth remained at the sink counter.  Mack’s lust was still great and though he wanted to fuck Mindy’s brains out, spank her ass tomato red, then fuck her beaten ass, squirt love onto her face—

	Pangs were taken in stripping off Merrideth’s clothes.  She wouldn’t respond to verbal commands or commands sent electronically from the EMAD.  Her mind was locked and Mack would have to settle for that (and undress her himself.)
	The deed wasn’t too difficult just time consuming.	 Her flowery panties were the last to slip off her long legs.  Then she was positioned on the cleared dinner table, legs open.  The woman’s bush was trim with just a slight patch on each side of her sex.  Her pussy was a little musty but not reeking.  Mack helped himself to her snatch and licked his fill before his cock said in a demanding tone “HEY!  GET ME IN THERE!”
	Mack complied; with eyes closed he thought of shoving his fuck stick into Mindy’s mouth instead of her Mother’s cunt.  But whatever.  It felt good just the same and as soon as he had gone all the way in the image of Mindy faded and all that mattered then was to fuck Merrideth’s brains out.

	Her pussy wasn’t tight but it was snug.  Merrideth jiggled on the dinner table as she was humped; nice sizable globes the woman had making Mack’s doing of her all the more.  Slamming his cock into her womanness increased his lust and after a couple of minutes he was filling her interior with his liquid love.  Two hard incredible squirts there was followed by a little jutting seepage.  His energy level tumbled a little; but laying on the sweating heaving woman he took on her delicious globes and suckled them like a baby.
	On her bed, Mindy remained, eyes wide shut (so to speak.)  Her mind was locked in a “sleep mode” kind of awakeness.  Mack went straight to her cunny; licking, lapping, nipping before sliding up her young naked body gliding his cock against her cunt.  
	His cock, of course, was too much for her to take fully but he managed to get the head in.  She would need breaking in.  Of course, Mack knew if he was a real dog he wouldn’t care for her and just shove his fuckstick into her and let it be that at that.
	Mack’s cock wasn’t sufficiently hard enough, anyways, to make the full vaginal penetration.  He languished on her, kissing on her grinding his cock hard against her before sliding up to hump her chest them have her suck on the head of his aching cum squirter.
	Then he turned her over and found more love with her ass.
	What the draw was to a girl’s ass was he didn’t know.  “Hey, she’s got a nice ass!”  “Damn, that’s a tight ass!” but what did it mean?  Did a nice ass, tight ass, refer someway to her pussy or overall body?  Mindy had a nice ass and a nice bod to go with it.

	The skin of Mindy’s butt was smooth—as it oughta be.  Cool, warm, and alluring the ass of Mindy Finigan pulled Mack into another realm he enjoyed but had little to no idea as to why.  
	Spanking.
	In part, he assumed the deliverance of spanking was in someway a sexual need to be satisfied on some parental level.  It was also in part an empowerment malevolence; as were most sexual assault cases the perp committing the assault did it not so much for the sexual gratification but for the showing of power; the prowess of instilling upon whoever who was in charge—a caveman mentality.  
	To Mack, it didn’t matter (much) that the girl was not aware of being swatted.  He sort of kind of wanted her to but let it be and rendered the girl’s ass a lovely shade of red before stopping.  His hand stung, the girl’s ass was more than warm—fingering her hole and applying a generous gob of sperm anal intrusion began.
	‘Are you and your brother naughty?’
	It was a vague question as the level of “naughty” covered a wide variety including touching and feeling, exposure, handjobs, oral and so on.  He got no response regardless and was with the head of his cock and a bit of shaft into her asshole.
	‘Do you and your brother “touch” each other?’ sexually speaking.
	“Sometimes.” the girl said in a muffled manner.
	Sometimes the brother and sister “showed” themselves; exposure was one thing, accidental or otherwise.  But Brad and Mindy willingly showed themselves naked to the other—usually during bathing times, dressing, and when their Mom wasn’t in the house.
	Sometimes Brad blatantly masturbated in front of his sister; Mindy spread her legs and let him get close but fear freaked her out and she quickly would close them preventing him from jerking off of onto her.
	“I don’t want that on me!” she would cry out—making note of her brother’s splooge. 
	Sometimes she masturbated her brother, fondled his balls, and got him excited enough that he DID squirt his splooge.  It grossed her out and she very seldom would jerk him off.
	Sometimes Mindy let her brother finger her pussy. 
	No oral, no anal.
	Mindy had seen a dog and a goat and a horse fuck.
	Brad had seen a teenage couple fuck.

	After the spanking and anal fucking of Mindy, and the picking of her mind, Mack left the girl putting her into a deep sleep.  Her asshole he had fucked but not all the way.  He did leave in her hole a significant spillage.  He wanted to spank her some more and there was an ever increasing desire to fuck her cunt.
	‘You want to fuck your sister?’
	“Yes!” that was a given.
	‘You want to fuck your Mom?’
	That was met with a long pause.  He sorta-kinda did but the concept, the actuality of him even having a slight-remote possible chance of sinking his cock into his Mom’s cunt made the concept a little elusive. 
	There was no holding back; Mack brought the boys into Mindy’s room then put the boys thru their paces (sucking one another) while he fondled (fingered) Mindy.  
	Watching the boys on the floor sixty-nining got Mack very hard.  He was exhausted on one hand but horny as all get out on the other.  The naked boys thrilled him; naked Mindy thrilled him even more.  He knew before he left that night he would have fucked Mindy Michelle Finigan—no doubt about it.

	No doubt about it, naked Brad and Vance were nice looking as they rolled about the floor spanking one another, slobbering on one another’s tool; rim jobbing, handjobbing, and grinding their young naked teen bodies together.
	At length Mack brought Brad up to his sister and with some tweaking to the lad’s mind prompted him to fuck his sister in a semi willing manner.  To Brad, Mindy was just as willing and to Mindy, she was just plain willing.  Brad firstly sucked on Mack’s cock then sucked on his sister.  In a confusing manner it was instilled in their minds that Mack was NOT present—but then again he was.
	For Brad—it was a dream cum true!  His sister was finally going to allow him to fuck her brains out.  His sex was already enhanced by his fooling with his best friend.  Mack held the little girl’s left leg and watched with a Devil’s gleam as Brad’s schlong slid with some effort into his sister quim.  The hymen was easily busted with little to show for it (blood) and Brad sunk in about half way before pumping.
	Meanwhile, Vance firstly came to slobber on Mack’s tool then was re-directed to Brad’s sweaty ass to lick it, lick the hole, then suck on the flapping balls between the boy’s legs.

	After thoroughly cunt busting his sister’s cunt, Brad Sherwood Finigan fell away holding his aching cock in some agony.  It was during that time that his mind was free from the electronic gadget of Mack and he realized that he had just fucked his sister AND Mack was naked with them; the young boy also knew that Vance was with them and he, too, was naked.
	Confusion, though, reigned supreme confining the boy long enough for Mack to reinitiate mind control.  Brad fought it off (and never released the grip on his cock!)  Mack’s determination was greater than Brad’s and Brad once fell to the curious wiles of electronic domination.
	Then Vance took his turn while Mack sodomized Brad.

	Mack didn’t think it could get any better—while one lad humped the girl, he himself humped the boy.  Mindy got the dicking of her young life then she got more.  Mack.
	Already, though, his cock was well worn out.  The day had come to an end, the phone rang a few times; once he thought he heard someone knocking at the door.  If whoever was customarily a visitor or family friend of the Finigans then they might wander around to a window to see if anything was amiss—and would get an eyeful when seeing the naked Merrideth Finigan laid out naked on her dinner table.  That would be a sight to see for sure.
	But not as much as the carryings on inside Mindy’s bedroom.
	Mack could take no more; he and his cock needed a rest.
	Brad and Vance had fucked Mindy, humped her asshole, then humped her sweet face with the implanted notion that from henceforth at least once a day they would fuck.  At least once a day Mindy would suck off her brother and if Vance was present (as he usually was) she would suck him, too!  
	A shower was in need and Mack took it and did so alone.  A refreshing hot shower followed by a cold one.  Merrideth was taken to her bedroom; Mack raided the fridge for more potent sustenance and found imported beer to suit him.
	The boys were “asleep” on Mindy’s bed, Mindy was with Mack sitting on his lap in the living room.  A calmness came over Mack, helped by the imported beer.  After a big sigh, a fart, he settled in the chair and promptly slipped off to a welcomed sleep.

*

Bang the sheep slowly (that way they wont know they are being banged)
	What happens when you take a really skanky sex story and dress it up in a lot of flowery words?  You get the Bible, of course!  Or large chunks of it, anyway.  Sure, rather than using phrases such as “reverse frog squat” or Around-the-World” Biblical sex is referenced almost exclusively as “coming in unto”.  But once you get past the unimaginative verbs, the Bible has some nasty, nasty stories.  Such as:
 	The most famous referenced is:  Lot Has Drunk, Drunk Sex in a Cave with His Daughters.  Sunday school lessons tend to focus on God turning Lot’s wife into a pillar of salt like she’s starring in a Hollywood horror movie.  It’s the sort of imagery that might distract you from something like flagrant incest.  But sure enough, we find at Genesis 19:30-36 great debauchery perpetuated by two incestuous harlots. 
	Something tells us Lot’s daughters would lose any drinking game.
 	If you've done it in a cave and you've done it with your Dad, then you’ve probably also done it tangled in Fruit By The Foot or by accident with a vegetable.
 	Speaking of people who might want to steer clear of drinking games, the Bible seems to blame the whole thing on booze, a strategy you'll recognize from work the morning after karaoke night.  The alcohol is most always is wine; which raises the question:  how much wine do you have to drink before you became oblivious to the fact that you were having sex with your daughter--a second time?
	Next up in debauchery thru the Biblical pages:
	Jacob, Two Sisters, and What the Hell, a Handmaid
 	In Genesis 29: 21-28, Jacob had taken a job where he was to be paid entirely in woman.  His boss, Laban, promised his daughter Rachel in exchange for seven years of work.  After the seven years, Laban pulled a fast one and swapped in his ugly daughter, Leah, instead:
	“And Jacob said unto Laban, ‘Give me my wife, for my days are fulfilled, that I might go unto her.’  And it came to pass that in the evening that he took Leah his daughter and brought her to him; and he went unto her.  And Laban gave unto his daughter Leah, Zilpah, his maid for a handmaid.  And it came to pass that in the morning, behold, it was Leah.”
 	Despite the sugar coating the Bible writers professed to be, Jacob “got some.” And he got a lot!  Kinky.
 	Unless Leah and Rachel were identical sisters there is very little reason why Jacob wouldn’t realize fairly early in the process that he had the wrong drunken slut.  Who knows, maybe they were serving some of Lot’s date-rape wine at the party.
 	The Torah offers further exposition in Megillah 13b:  Jacob and Rachel had actually expected Laban to perform the wife-swap and devised a secret signal to reveal that it was really her under the veil (apparently lifting the veil was too obvious a solution). 
 	However, in a last-minute display of womanly wile (what Toran scholars agree is “bitchiness” in modern English), Rachel taught Leah the signal, and she used it to double-double cross Jacob; fucking him in every possible meaning of the word. 
 	After waking up to the presumably hideous Leah, Jacob offered to work another seven years just to get Rachel.  (Damn!  That’s messed up!  How ugly can one chick be and by the same token, how hot did Rachel have to be for some bloke to work his balls off to “go unto her?”  This teaches Christians today that the Rachel of Genesis was hotter than the Rachel of Friends.
 	Hey, it only gets weirder as you go along
 	If you read the passage again you’ll notice that right in the middle of it is mention of a third woman: Zilpah, Leah’s “hand maid.”  She’s right between the verse commencing the night of boning and the verse concluding it.  What was she doing there?  Watching?   Learning?  Taking notes?  

 	God Gives You Tips on How to Hold Your Load
 `If you've ever heard masturbation referred to as “onanism”, well, you've got one guy to thank.  Onan was apparently one of the pioneers in the art of ejaculating somewhere other than into a sex partner, as we see in Judah 38:8-10:
	“And Judah said unto Onan, ‘Go into unto thy brother’s wife, and marry her, raise up seed to thy brother.’ And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother’s wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest he should give seed to his brother.  And the thing that he did displeased God wherefore he slew him also.”
 	Wow!  Talk about filth!  Larry Flint would be proud!  Little wonder why some preachers smile so much and bounce back and forth behind their pulpits—they’ve got a woody going on in their $500 suits!

	But talk about awkward, there’s something a woman never forgets; you’re a simple Bible slut getting busy with your husband’s brother, he spills his splooge on the ground and promptly gets slain by the God.
 	Talk about awkward.
 	This story became the basis for Christian arguments against masturbation.  The story does not address the counter-argument:  what if God has no righteous purpose for your semen that particular day and you're just bored? 
 	But more importantly, what about women?  Sure, they don’t have seeds to spill at their whimsy; yet female masturbation never comes up in the thousand or so pages in which there is ramblings about everything from having almonds in your diet to how an awesome robe.  Surely a fair God who loves all His children equally wouldn’t allow women to fingerbate and not just men!
 
I Thought She Was a Prostitute, But She Was My Daughter-in-Law!
 	Try to find all the things wrong in this passage, from Gen. 38:15-16
	“When Judah saw her, he thought her to be a harlot; because she had covered her face.  And he turned to her by the way and said, ‘Go to, I pray thee, let me come in unto thee’; for he knew not that she was his daughter in-law.”  WTF!?!?
	You’ think the Bible would have just edited out all of the misconceptions involving veils considering how many times people accidentally have sex with the wrong person.  Pesky veils, and now our only excuses are—like—alcohol.  Right, Lot? 
 	Of course us modern westerners probably don’t realize the kind of impact a veil can have on a relationship.  Our women are free to just walk around with their faces flapping in the wind, proclaiming their identity to the world. 
 	Note that the frisky femme above is the same femme (Tamar) who got to witness Onan being slain by the LORD for coitus interruptus.  Getting right back on that horse, Tamar!  Only instead of a horse, it's Judah--Onan's dad.  Score! 
 	If you don’t’ think that’s hot, you’ve, never been to a really drunk family reunion where everyone is wearing veils (and no one is aware it’s a family reunion!)

Solomon Gives Boobies 10 Fingers Up!
	Solomon’s Song, which he creatively titled Song of Solomon, was mostly about boobies.  Hooters.  Gazabas.  Bodacious ta-tas.  The below references can be seen in 1:13, and 2:6, and 4:5, and 4:16, and 5:4, and 7:7-8 and 8:10.  OK, the whole damn thing was pretty much “Titties, titties, I love titties.” Go look it up, I’ll wait.
	“He shall lie all night between my breasts.  His left hand under my head, his right doth embrace me; thy young breasts are like two young roes that are twins feeding upon lilies.  Come blow upon my garden, that my spices thereof may flow out.  My beloved put his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.  They stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.  I will go up the palm tree, and grasp the boughs.  I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers.”
	Holy fucking sheep shit!
	‘my bowels were moved for him.’ 
	‘come blow upon my garden.’
	‘my beloved put his hand by the “hole of the door”.
	‘thy stature is like a palm tree.’
	I’m screeching here—and laughing on the inside when I recall fondly reciting said passages in Sunday school as well as participating in the full reading of the Bible page to page during the first week of every year in a grand church some time ago.
	We don’t know why this is in the Bible (and we don’t care!)
 	The reference to women with towering breasts has caused some confusion, though.  Since we prefer a literal interpretation, we think Solomon’s concubines had breasts that were three stories tall with look-out posts in the cleavage.  Either way, the Bible is a bigger supporter of breasts than a push-up bra!

	The little church by the river had gone thru several name changes and dominations.  The little church by the river had at one time as few as a dozen on any given service attendance to as many as five hundred.  There had been revivals, dedications, expansions, miracles, and so on and so forth.  Ye.
	The prospects of acquiring social venues for reasons of eradicating loneliness was the primary reasoning for visiting the quaint church that had settled to a number of 440 in regular attendance on a regular basis.  The church was situated near a semi-major river.  Most of the year, though, that river was dry.  But it was fed from a high mountain lake reservoir and water did flow “now and then.”

	An entire neighborhood dwelled by the river; there was a train track and trestle, horse corrals, and very low income residents residing as best they could under dire circumstances.  Little Redneckville the area by the river was sometimes aptly named.  In many of the yards there were parts of cars, car parts, and weeds big enough and numerous enough to hide a small army.  
	The residents were separated by a large very large dirt berm in hopes t keep those residents from being flooded out should the dam at the lake fifty minutes away give way.
	The area around the church was not rundown per se; but there were some homes in need of TLC.  An alley ran behind the church with the immediate backyards having corrugated tin sheets to serve as fencing and privacy.  On the right of the church was an empty lot of weeds, engine blocks, tire piles.  It served as a so-so playground for the Little Redneckville redneck children to play.  The church children—who were also redneck offspring, played there as well.
	To the left was the back end of some north facing apartments.
	In the cab of a blue modern day pick-up a man sat with head tilted back reeling in the awesomeness of receiving a tumultuous blowjob.  The man appeared to be in his mid 40s, slight graying at the temples with raven jet black hair.  He was well groomed; hardened features, and very serious most of the time.  The assorted tools in the bed of the truck suggested the man was a contractor, oilfield related.
	The one giving the man the awesome blowjob was none other than his own precious daughter.  And more to it, she was “not of age.”  Of course, where incest is concerned there was no “of age” proper.  The giving girl had long silky blond hair and tenaciously did she slurp on her Daddy’s dong.  The Daddy (Paul) caressed his daughter’s backside, slipping a hand down to her butt clad in a short-short skirt…
	Paul caressed his daughter’s butt; she’s was nigh but ten years young, slim body, long legs, yellow panties.  By her cocksucking action it seemed as if though the girl knew what she was doing.  Whether or not a minding device was in use was not certain, it didn’t appear to be so.  
	The caressing segued to more with Paul’s Daddy fingers slipping inside those yellow panties to “cop a feel” of her delicious young ass.  Fondle-fondle fondle!  His fingers went down into the girl’s crack and his cock fully disappeared into daughter Christine’s mouth.

	Paul reeled, shuddered, and began blowing his load into his sweet child’s mouth.  The sperm ran down his shaft coating her hands.  The little girl continued to suck, though, getting every bit of love from her Daddy’s tool.
	Daddy Paul rolled his eyes back and made an audible noise as the final juts of his love spunk squirted into his daughter’s mouth.  Christine pulled back smacking her lips, grinning and blushing.  Paul slid down to the seat placing his mouth to the crotch of his daughter engulfing it.  The panties were worked down and Paul slid himself to be under Christine.  Her legs straddled his head with her young cunny right on his face.  A voracious licking began with Christine working his manhood all the more.
	Once more did Paul squirt his special love, most anointing his lovely nearly naked daughter’s face.  His tongue had gotten quite a work out licking out her hairless poon.  The air inside the cab of the pick-up was a little stale to a lot stanky.  The man pulled himself together, sat up and powered down the windows.  Christine knew that what they were doing was over and pulled her panties back on then began brushing her hair.
	Paul farted and ran a comb thru his hair, sprayed the stale air with some house spray then the two got out of the truck and returned to their church already in progress.

	The two were not the ones doing naughty on church property.  The parking lot was busy with naughty shenanigans.  In a modern day conventional van it was observed a grandfather type person in the midst of serious naughty shenanigans.
	Grandpa John was naked.
	Grandpa John was naked pressing his nakedness up against his pre-teen granddaughter who was also naked.  Beside them on her hands and knees was the younger sister of the naked pre-teen.  Grandpa John, in his mid sixties, light growth of beard, blue twinkly eyes, some tats but in good taste and nothing suggesting Satanic worship, sweated greatly as he “put it to” his twelve year granddaughter, Breanne.
	Breanne, on her back, legs out widely, took her Grandpa’s cock FULLY into her young sex.  Her young breasts jiggled with pert nipples very erect.  The van rocked a little and when John realized it he tried to lessen the herky-jerky movements he was causing.
	That only lasted momentarily as his lust for schlepping his salami into his granddaughter took precedent.  And while he schlepped his salami into his granddaughter—he fingered the other granddaughter.

	The “other” granddaughter was ten, very slim body, blond hair in serious curls and down to her shoulder as opposed to her sister who had dark hair that was straight unstyled down to her butt.  Samantha giggled as her naughty Grandpa fingered her pussy and asshole.  The man roamed his hand all over her tiny butt, squeezed the cheeks and made dutiful finger penetrations to her sex and funk hole.
	John finally unleashed his tumultuous load shoving his fuck stick fully into his granddaughter.  He gave a mighty grunt with his cock humping madly until there was no more to give.  Then he pulled out and humped Breanne’s well fucked cunt before laying off to one side.  Little Samantha crawled onto her sister laying across her and began tugging on her Grandpa’s soiled schlong.
	John smiled, he was out of breath and energy but pulled on the girl maneuvering her to where her cunt was on her sister’s face.  Breanne began instinctively licking out her little sister while the little sister licked off the splooge spilled onto Breanne.

	When John “I’m a naughty grandpa” got his energy back, he quickly checked his watch and frowned.  He sighed, farted, then lay fondling his very happy prick.  Breanne had propped open one of the van’s tinted windows as well as the roof vent.  She stood straddling her naughty Grandpa and it made him smile.
	After caressing the girl’s legs and viewing her wondrous cunt the naughty grandpa turned his attention to the younger girl.  Samantha lay beside them quietly singing some church songs to herself toying with the strands of her hair making braids.  John brought her onto his naked sweaty body and proceeded to lick out her cunt.  Samantha meanwhile once more took her attention to the naughty prick that was only partly engorged.
	She flopped the member, sucked on the head, rolled her tongue about the now super sensitive glans and crown followed by diddling her tongue into the piss slit.  It drove her Daddy crazy; he clenched and clenched her pert little ass and drove his tongue into her soft smooth hairless snatch.
	More cum spewed from his aged cock squirting all over the precious angelic face of the girl who had yet to even have her period yet.  Her Grandpa shuddered all over and then sighed deeply.  He was worthless.  Sam wriggled her sex on his face, giggled, peed a little, tooted, then slid off.  Sister Breanne took up a washcloth, wetted it from the sink and washed herself off then did the same to her sister.  The girls dressed and their Grandpa slowly dressed.  After sprucing up a bit more they exited the van and made their way back to the church.

I think I Love to Bang You!
	It was noticed two teenage boys “up to something.”  The two boys had just come out of a side door from the church; the church comprised of a main building with two elongated buildings running outward like arms with a grassy/brick courtyard with fountain feature between.  
	The boys were escorting a young red haired girl.
	Yeah, they were up to something and worthy of investigating.
	The red haired girl didn’t seem to be more than seven or so, maybe a bit younger but not by much.  The boys; one had raven black hair while the other who seemed to be a bit older had reddish brown hair.  It was deduced, then, that the little red haired girl was related to him.
	Out to a funky painted 1960s era van the trio went and then inside.
	Inside, the interior was with funky paneling, carpeting, ceiling, and lights.  There were captain chairs in front as well as in the cargo/passenger area.  The little girl, “Tracie” seemed strangely (but all to familiarly) out of it.  Spacey, drugged, EMADed.  Freckles a plenty adorned her sweet young face, skinny arms and legs, and a basic flat body.  But at seven years young what did you expect?
	A short sleeved shirt the girl wore; red threads with alternate colors throughout with a matching short-short skirt; red knee socks, matching dress shoes.  Red braids in her flaming red hair, too.  She was a cutey and the boys with her were after that cuteness.  
	The girl’s brother, eighteen year old Keith, got on his knees behind her, patted her sides, then raised her dress.  The other boy, Greg, stood up massaging himself looking onto the cutey with some illicit fascination.  Tracey did nothing but stand still; oblivious, mindless.
	With the dress up to the arms, brother Keith took a security check, a nervous look around, then pulled off the Summery churchy dress leaving the girl clad in her non-matching basic white panties.
	Greg moaned and massaged himself; Keith unleashed his cock giving it a good stroking with one hand while the other rolled down Tracie’s panties.  Greg stepped up closer; Keith guided his sister’s head/mouth to Greg’s throbbing cock and worked her mouth onto the pulsing prong.
	Greg Grayson reeled as the little girl’s mouth went down onto his cock.  Keith worked her head back and forth until she took over the task naturally.  Then, while Tracie sucked, Keith removed her panties then positioned himself directly up behind her and began to rub his cock all over her ass.

	A minute later and Greg Grayson was cumming off.  A goodly quantity of his love juice had filled Tracie’s mouth and was oozing out the corners of her mouth.  Pulling out, Greg humped the child’s face with his cock right up against her nose tightly as if he were in her pussy or asshole.
	Tracie’s brother had managed a bit of his brotherly schlong into her asshole but being ten years older, Keith’s dick was significantly larger in diameter than the girl’s hole.  The head was about it.  But it was enough, he rubbed his brotherly prick all over her petite butt, gouging the crack, and rubbing himself between her legs and yea her hairless cunt.
	Greg sat back to watch as Keith pulled the mindless sibling onto his lap working his cock into her slit.  And as with her asshole, only the head  made entry.  But Keith had something in the works to make it so he could get into the girl’s tight virgin holes.
	In the meantime—hump-hump-hump.

	Meanwhile, on the other side of the church-in-progress sat a grungy man in a beat up pick-up.  He needed a shave, haircut, spruced up, and etc.  He sat with a little girl of ten on his lap; she needed a new dress.  Redneck folk, low income po’folk, poor white trash.  The girl had thick brown hair just covering her eyes, a flat face, a perky nose, and small-small teeth.
	The man was the nervous type but he had a reason.
	“Yer Ma sure takin’ her time.” bitched the man.
	The girl said nothing but grunted and made face as if she were straining to push out a healthy turd.  But it wasn’t a turd in her ass but something else.  Little Jena squirmed, twisted, and grunted to the point where as the man whose lap she sat on got pissed and smacked her thigh.
	“Settle down, damn you!” he almost yelled.
	Little Jena squirmed and twisted so ‘cause step-daddy in training Rory’s cock was buried to the hilt up her ass—and it was damned uncomfortable.
	“You want a damn spankin’ again?” Rory harshly spat into her ear.
	Jena shook her head NO but the presence of his cock up her ass began to feel just as bad as the whoppin’.
	Rory put his hands to her hips and worked her up and down; when his cock popped out of her hole, “Put it back in!” he shouted and the girl complied.
	Jena reached down between her legs and put the man who was destined to be her new daddy back into her asshole.  She grunted and couldn’t help but twist her young body.  Rory gripped her tightly working her up and down moaning “take it all, bitch, take it the fuck all!”

	Rory wasn’t getting satisfied enough or the way he wanted and angrily pulled the girl off of him flinging her to the passenger side.  With his head rolled back he feverishly wanked himself but still wasn’t able to cum—which was his optimum objective.  He blamed Jena.
	A little pissed off he thrashed about having Jena hold her legs back with her hands at the back of her knees.  His wild dark eyes stared at her nakedness and clenching asshole.  
	With lust in his face he went down on the girl mouthing “I love your sweet pussy, Jena.” and then he munched-munched-munched shoving a finger into her asshole he had just been fucking.
	Soon and the man was on top of the girl trying to drive his cock into her sort of virgin cunt.  Jena fussed preventing entry causing Rory to get even more pissed.  Roughly the man humped the girl’s cunt trying to get his member in; Jena fought back wrestling out from under the man, opening the door and falling out.
	The fall wasn’t easy and she clunked her head on the pavement.
	Rory already pissed struggled to get out of the truck when—
	An unseen “force” connected with the half naked pissed man sending him back into his truck—a little dazed and a lot confused.  Little Jena stood up—or was “helped” to stand up.  
	When Rory came to his senses—little Jena was gone…

*

I think I want to bang you, Part II
	Keith Edgetrap had a problem; usually it was his numerous siblings but it had come to light that he was indeed the “man of the house” and should act like one.  It had been years since Daddy Edgetrap had passed away unexpectedly leaving the family without a proper provider.  Momma Edgetrap, Shirley, had office skills and worked at a bank.  But there was a house to keep and five children.  
	As Keith entered into higher teen age it came to him that he needed to take more responsibilities at home.  His coach at school suggested so.  Keith and some of his buddies had started up a small band and somehow he had entwined his family into being included.  His Mom, Shirley, had a beautiful voice and was well received wherever they went.
	After a few months of playing at fairs, outdoor arenas, school concerts, the city’s civic auditorium the family cut a record.  The sells didn’t sore to lofty heights but the bill collectors were satisfied and Keith got the big head.

	As stated, Keith’s coach at school took notice and had a chat with the up coming star.  Keith had never been too popular at school and his grades were not all that swift, either.  He needed an edge and his vocal talents as well as musical helped boost his personal moral.
	“Being a star, popular, well known and well liked is fine an’ all,” said his coach, “but don’t forget who helped put you there.” And he wasn’t speaking about the fans.  It was the family of Keith’s who encouraged their “star” and lifted him to the lofty goal he so sought (popularity.)
	Keith thought over the conversation with his coach, who meant well but the words burned into Keith—be responsible.  Keith decided that he should take on a more “fatherly” role but in a brotherly manner.  But Keith was not a “father” and his efforts therefore were lacking.  
	But he tried—too hard.  Classical music shindigs in the park, trips to the museums, ballets at the civic, and anything culturally related.  Though Keith thought he was doing well and aiding his siblings in refinement—the kids thought otherwise.  There was no time to be a kid, no time for themselves to be themselves or for plain old fashioned “fun.”
	Twelve year old flaming red haired Danny was the most fed up, followed by siblings Chris and Tracie and sixteen year old Laurie.  Laurie had seen the coming doom for her brother and although she and Keith had a good relationship (non-sexual) she; too, had had enough of the cultural crap.
	Danny initiated a “get back at Keith” scheme.  Laurie was reluctant but when the Subject said for the weekend he was taking them to a new Art Exhibit she threw in her towel nodding, “let’s get him!”
	One by one the kids began coming to Keith laying out their problems—real or otherwise.  Tracie had a problem with a boy at school; Chris had a problem with a girl.  Danny was facing puberty, a bully, and the possibility flunking a class.
	Laurie had boy trouble, er—troubles.  More than one boy sought her affections; she wasn’t sure about her abilities at driving; her aspirations for college were waning—she wanted to go to sky diving school and be a professional sky diver.
	The pressure finale came with Danny coming to his illustrious leader asking about “the facts of life.”  He wanted details as he was confused (and in the day and age of sexual frivolity so blatantly exposed on all mediums) it was little wonder.
	But it was too much for Keith and in his frustration of trying to explain “life” to Danny and the other kids his own life began to unravel.  No new music, forgotten homework, and no social life—girlfriend dumped him.

	Then one night when he was about to come to a new direction on how to handle the family problems—he happened to overhear Danny and the others ripping on their brother and applauding themselves about the success of their plan.  Even Shirley was in on the gag, but only in allowing the kids ruse their brother.
	Keith confronted his siblings and made hurtful eye contact with his Mom—the ultimate let down.  He was hurt and humiliated and fled to the sanctity of not his bedroom but the garage (where he played his music.)
	The kids felt bad and knew that they had fucked up.  They felt bad, and Shirley felt worse for being a part of the ruse and going along with it—and encouraging the siblings to continue even knowing that what they were doing would ultimately result in someone getting their feelings hurt.
	One by one the kids came into the garage and apologized personally to their big brother.  Tracie was first.  She felt very badly for dissen Keith and hugged him.  Chris followed and was very sad.  He apologized almost bursting into tears.  Danny was too embarrassed to speak—but Keith and Danny were able to convey their tones, emotions, and feelings without words.
	Laurie hung back outside the garage feeling the worst.  She and Keith were “buds”, they were close in age and going along with the kids upset her the most.  Unlike Danny, Laurie couldn’t hold back her emotions and let her feelings be known (and seen).
	Mother Shirley was the last and also felt damned for her going along with the kids.  She knew that she should have stopped them when she learned they were goofing their brother.  But she didn’t and she felt very badly.
	A hug, a kiss, a pat, and all was forgiven.
	“Do you feel better, now?” Little Tracie asked of Keith.
	Keith sat in an armless chair, somewhat slumped, clutching his first (and favorite) guitar.  He nodded and offered a meek smile; Keith had the early 1970s look—long dark hair, the ‘70s “look”, and dressed like he was from the 1970s.  His music was also from that early era and the people he played before liked it.
	“Would you feel better if you spanked me?”
	Why the little girl said such a thing—unknown.  Discipline for the Edgetrap family was non-harmful and usually a harsh scolding was about it.  Loss of allowance, privileges, rights, and so on followed—but no spanking.
	Keith sat up—brightening up and all kinds of curious.

	Tracie took that as a cue and positioned herself across her brother’s lap.  The girl wore a short-short flowery dress, sleeveless, thin, and didn’t take much in the girl’s movements to reveal her plain white panties.
	Keith could only stare at his usually timid sibling; sure, as a brother he had seen her in her underwear—and less!  The same could be said for the others, especially (and including) sister Laurie.
	Back to Tracie.
	Tracie detected the lack of spanking from Keith so to further entice him she pushed down her basic white kiddie panties.  Keith’s eyes nearly exploded out—and his cock, too!
	No one moved, no one intervened, no one spoke.
	Keith slowly put his hand to his sister’s willing butt and caressed it.  Small-small circles did he make; Tracie wriggled some working herself to where she could place her young hands on the garage floor positioning her ass more visible (and available.)
	It didn’t seem that Keith had a choice and gave a quick sharp slap to the seven year old ass.  Tracie fidgeted and made a face (but her long flaming red hair hid her face and so no one knew her distress.)
	Another smack followed by another and then Keith was done—sensing that his sister had had enough with her wriggling and young tender butt turning slightly red.  The girl was helped to stand and Keith himself pulled up her panties.  Another hug and she’s done.  For now.
	Eight year Chris stepped up, offered a quirky expression then undone his pants pushing them down—along with his underwear.  Then sheepishly he lay across his brother’s lap.  Keith was a little perplexed but didn’t take as long in delivery of retribution as he had with Tracie.
	Three sharp smacks to Chris’ bare ass and he was done.
	Danny felt at odds as he was up next.  At twelve, Danny did have qualms with being nude in front of the others.  His body was slim, he had flaming red hair like Tracie, freckles, and he just wasn’t too happy with his nakedness.
	“You don’t have to.” Keith said with a smile and shoulder shrug.
	Danny checked siblings Chris and Tracie, ‘if they can do it--’
	And with that he undone his pants, pushed them down taking his tidy-whiteys with them.  His cock was at half mast.  Tracie blushed while sister Laurie in waiting beamed.  Danny sloughed it off and lay across his brother’s lap.  Keith was not so inclined to lay hands on his nearly teenage brother’s ass—it bordered on the line of “gaydom.”

	But three spanks in and Keith didn’t care about the uneasiness.  He wanted to do more (and more) but Danny had had enough and quickly pulled himself together and stood off to one side pulling his clothes up.  Laurie was next.
	How many minutes there was between Danny’s turn and Laurie’s wasn’t noted—but more than one minute but less than ten.  Hesitantly, though, Laurie did move to her brother’s lap; she wore light brown slacks, a simple top, and not much else.  Keith had the dark raven hair, siblings Chris, Tracie, and Danny had the flaming red hair while Laurie had rich light brown hair.  (Momma Shirley had honey blond hair.)
	More hesitation followed with Laurie mulling over the situation.
	“You don’t have to.” Keith conveyed to her without speaking.  
	Laurie sighed, someone burped—someone farted.  Danny giggled, Shirley look disgusted (for whoever burped and farted.)  Laurie closed her eyes and held her fingers at the button to her slacks.  Keith’s cock was raging; had he’d known that he would have started spanking them long beforehand!
	At length, Laurie’s slacks came undone and as they were of the “loose fit” kind they simply fell to her ankles with ease leaving her naked right off.  No panties.  (no bra, either!)  Keith batted his eyes and Danny’s bulging cock nearly exploded.  Young Chris got a healthy boner, too.
	Laurie also had no fur on her cunt, she liked a smooth hairless poon.  Well, didn’t everyone!?  All eyes—ALL eyes were on the teen’s twat; she was greatly embarrassed but managed to grip herself and position herself across her brother’s lap.
	Keith felt his bone ooze.  His mind went into sudden uproar with fanciful images of sinking his bone into Laurie.  The others came one by one, too.  Each sibling Keith imagined having his way with in some capacity—Chris and Danny not the exception.  And it didn’t matter that sibling Tracie was seven years young.  She had been the first willing to be spanked—bare assed and held a special place in his heart (or maybe somewhere a little lower.)
	One smack—two smack—three smack—four!
	Laurie twisted as the brotherly smacks to her ass began to sting.  She could well enough feel the burning and discomfort brought by the intense discipline—she could also feel his prick stabbing her stomach.  
	Keith smoothed his hand over his sister’s inflamed ass somehow managing to keep himself from delving his fingers into her crack.  The pressure was great and more seepage from his cock grossed him out.

	Laurie stood pulling up her slacks.  She was emotional on multiple fronts—none of which were being pissed off.  She was just embarrassed, ashamed, and so on.  With a sigh she took her place with her sibs and all eyes then went to their Mom.
	Shirley looked to her gazing children in bewilderment.  ‘What?’
	Then, 
	“Oh, no!” she said waving her hands before her.  Shirley was generally a congenial woman, a little stressed out sometimes but usually capable of handling life’s turmoils with some ease.  She stood in some defiance, shaking her head and resoundly confirming “NO WAY!”
	But the look she received from her family, including Keith, suggested that she might ought to rethink that confirmation.  Closing her eyes, shaking her head, Shirley couldn’t believe what she was contemplating but stepped out from the upright piano she had been beside during the spank session and took her place across the lap of her eighteen year old son.  Teal colored slacks down along with her brief type panties.
	Danny couldn’t help it but to gouge the heel of his hand to his raging boner.  Young Chris had the same deal going on while strangely, Laurie felt strange stirrings in her sex…
	Hands on the floor, vulnerable Shirley took her lickings.  She squirmed as her teenage son landed the smacks.  She wriggled as intense feelings she was uncomfortable with began to seethe through her womanness creating a unique sensation she was not eager to share in such an open situation.
	She couldn’t believe she had submitted herself to such an ordeal.
	Keith stopped the spanking just as his Mom’s skin began to turn color.
	Shirley sighed a big sigh and wrestled to stand herself up, taking a moment of exposure before pulling up her clothes.  Her pussy fur was a nice trim with two tattoos revealed to the bulging eyes of her family; a rose on the right of the mons and a rearing pissed off red muscle bulging unicorn on the other.
	“Do you feel better, NOW?” inquired Tracie.
	Keith smiled then blushed.  His cock was about ready to explode (and partially already had.)  His embarrassment conveyed to the young sibling that indeed he wasn’t feeling any better and therefore needed more stimuli.
	“I can make you feel MUCH better!” the tyke offered.
	Keith was more than bewildered—he was stunned; but also intrigued.
	The rest of the family stared in utter amazement as they watched Tracie begin massaging her hands to Keith’s very serious and pronounced erection.

	Rub-rub-rub
	Keith was near out of his mind and be damned if the family was present he fumbled about his pants undoing them and freeing his very teenly dong.  Tracie giggled and wrapped her little fingers about the pulsing member neverminding the splooge spillage coating the shaft.
	A long satisfying groan the teen (girl) heartthrob let out.  His sister gripped his dick like a pro (?) and worked her fingers magically before totally blowing the boy’s mind and putting her lips to the glistening orb.
	“WHOA!” announced Danny aloud.
	Chris’ dark eyes bulged; Laurie stared in utter awe; Shirley was too shocked to react.  Danny unleashed his own bone and worked it feverishly.  Brother Chris had seen both Keith and Danny jerking off and was somewhat doing so his ownself.  Chris shared a room with not Danny but Tracie.  Danny had his own room, Keith had his own room, and Laurie had her own room.  
	“Tracie!” almost shouted the girl’s Mother.
	“It tastes good, Mom.” replied the tyke who was all grins; her brother’s spunk coated her lips and chin and then more on her face as spurts of his brotherly love begin to squirt shooting onto her sweet face. 
 	Gobs of Keith’s cum coated the Tracie’s face and fingers.  She seemed to have no compunction against the usually distaste of the splooge and in facts, licked the cream oozing from her brother’s piss slit.  
	“Are you better, now?” Laurie asked whimsically.
	Keith was but he was so traumatized by Tracie’s doings that he was too perplexed to answer.  All he could do was sit in his chair, squirm and appear to be in anguish.  It was a notable type of anguish that prompted Shirley to usher the other siblings out.  Danny’s cock was spurting, too.
	But not ALL the Edgetrap family went out of the garage.  Laurie remained.  Keith wasn’t sure what to expect, it had been a hell of an evening of awakening.  Panting, sweating, confused, he stared at Laurie wondering “what the fuck next!?”
	What the fuck next was Laurie pulling off her top.
	No bra.
	No panties, no bra.
	Keith stared at the girl’s breasts.  They were awesome.  Laurie was sixteen and had the best set of titties on a sixteen year old he had ever seen!  They were of the right size, shape, color, and the nipples were pert and ready to be tweaked.

	Then down came those slacks again.
	This time, though, she stepped out of them and was stark raving nude.
	Keith worked down his pants and underwear, opened his legs and sat breathing hard staring blankly at his lovely-lovely teenage sister.  Laurie looked around then stepped forward and took a seat on her brother’s lap.  It wasn’t their first time, of course.  They had engage in the touchy-feely at early ages with the stepping up their relationship when they were in their early teens.
	Gripping his sister’s ass and with her lifting herself up she settled her cunt right down on the brotherly shaft.  It pierced her nicely and the fucking commenced quickly.  Laurie’s breasts that Keith so admired grinded against his chest; their bodies began melding and the grunting soon commenced.
	At length, before they got too far Keith noted his family at the garage windows peering/peeking in.  He smiled then with some effort stood up keeping his sister on him with his prick still in her.  It was a bit of a clumsy effort getting stepping out of his clothes but he managed without dropping his sister.  A few steps to one side and there was the pool table; red velvet, cherry wood, family piece.  Laurie pulled off her brother’s shirt and they were both naked.
	Laying out on the pool table was a little uncomfortable but it served a purpose; Laurie was still on top of her brother and his cock was still in her cunt.  As Laurie lay down on her brother it angled her body (butt) just right to reveal to the onlookers Laurie’s ass and the penetration of Keith’s cock.
	Outside, Danny was in fits and with his member still exposed began an earnest route of humping sister Tracie’s ass.  All over the ass, between the ass; over and over, etc. etc. until at length the girl turned about and “went to her knees.”
	Danny reeled on the balls of his feet as his young sib sucked the life out of his prick.  Unlike with brother Keith, Tracie was able to take all of brother Danny’s prick.  She sucked and sucked and drove brother Danny insane to the point whereas he had to pull out, jerk off a bit, and calm himself.  Meanwhile, the girl turned her attention to her other brother, Chris.
	While Danny was getting sucked, young Chris whipped his dick out (“everybody was doing it!”) and while Danny took a moment to “calm himself” she sucked him.  That was cool, Danny caressed his sister’s ass then stepped behind her to shove himself into her asshole.
	He had been there before.
	The hour was late, the air warm, and shenanigans at the Edgetrap family was just beginning.

*
it’s sticky love but it’s love
	Laurie Edgetrap loved her brother—er, loved ON her brother.  His powerful thrusts tantalized her as she lay on him laying on the pool table in the family garage.  Her feelings were all in turmoil as she was rocketed to elevated heights of sexual wonder.  She clenched her self, her sex, and grinded her breasts into his smooth hairless one.
	Keith kept a tight hold on his sister’s bum; his hips power thrusted driving his insane cock into her womanness.  Occasionally they kissed.  A few times since they had skipped over the Touchy/Feely portion of their brotherly/sisterly relationship had they had sex; but there was nothing in the past to compare to their “having sex” on the pool table.
	Outside, Mother Edgetrap had made herself scarce leaving her naughty oh-so naughty children up to their shenanigans.  It was dark out and the space between the garage and house was quite secure.  Tracie was on her knees sucking off on her brother Chris; behind her, brother Danny worked his magic flute.  The girl had sucked him and sucked him well (as she had done previously a few times before) but though her mouth was a good receivership of pleasure—it was her other two holes that Danny sought more.
	Back inside the garage—
	Laurie got hers; Keith got his.  There was nothing left to do but lay in a swath of sex sweat and pant.  Laurie who was usually a little chatty lay heaving on her equally heaving brother—quiet.  Keith caressed his sister, patting her ass with his mind virtually blanking out.
	Later on, in his room laying on his bed naked there was a politely tap-tap-tap on the teen’s bedroom door.
	“Open.” at your own risk.
	The door opened and there did enter his Mom.
	“Feeling better, now?” she asked capriciously.
	Keith fondle his aching-aching prick; he had showered after his tryst with his sister and didn’t remember much after.  A raid to the refrigerator but he couldn’t even remember what he snagged! 
	How many times had he and Laurie engaged sexually he couldn’t remember; they had been fucking since their early teens “once in awhile”.  He couldn’t remember if it was once a week, two-three-four times a week; multiple times a day or what.  But whatever—the fuck in the garage on the pool table topped them all.

	Keith smiled and though he meant to indicate “YES” to her question he said “NO” instead.  His Mom cocked her head and looked disappointed.
	“Well,” she said, “maybe I can fix that!” and with that she dropped her sheer pinkish nightgown and was nude.
	Just like that!
	Shirley Edgetrap was not a bad chick to look at.  Despite having five children she retained a nice pose even for a woman in her early 40s!  At one time she had been a lounge singer; she had been in some musical stage plays; and was quite the looker with her short sassy blond hair, perky nose, and dynamite trim body.
	Keith’s cock instantly sprang to life.  Long had he wanted to fuck his Mom.  He had seen her in various stages of undress including stark raving nude.  As a teen he got laid now and then by various girlfriends, their sisters, his own sister.  But in the back of his mind he wanted to sink his pud into his Mom’s twat.  It was a dream cum true as she came to his bed—her pussy was the object of his attention; those tats, trimmed cunt hairs; and willingness all compelled his cock to sore to extreme hardness.
	Shirley lay a hand on her son’s schlong, gripping it and working it slightly.  She was all smiles and Keith was all hard.  Slowly, like his sister, she moved to straddle him.  Her pussy squashed his love tool; she sat up straight with head tilted back, eyes closed.  Keith strained as his prick was nestled; he felt surges of cum beginning but strove to keep it from spurting.
	Shirley twisted some, grinding her sex against her sons.  Her breasts were round, firm, with perky-perky erect nipples.  Keith fondled the breasts, tweaked the nipples and entered into a new realm of sexual frivolity that he didn’t want to end.
	Down the hall and Danny lay on sister number one, Laurie.
	Laurie and Danny, of course, engaged sexually with one another “now and then.”  She didn’t put out to her horny younger brother all that often but did so “now and then.”  
	What bothered Laurie the most about having sex with Danny?  He smiled the whole time.  It was quirky and annoyed Laurie so most of the time of their coupling she kept her eyes shut.
	In the adjoining bedroom; Tracie lay nakedly on her naked brother, Chris.  They had fooled around after their shared bath and gone to bed together, fooled around some more, then promptly went to sleep.  Well, it was ten o’clock at night!

	Keith got his.  And how!  He tried to make the moment with his Mom a lasting one.  Of course he thought of himself as the ultimate lover; he had a dynamite cock and the bitches he nailed enjoyed their shared minutes graciously.  But his Mom was experienced and Keith wanted to show her he was just as good as the lovers she had had—if not better!
	Shirley gave no indication that her son was a poor lover.  He was a quick lover but he was a teenager and that was a given.  He was lasting in the since that after blowing his wad his cock remained sufficiently hard enough to “go again.”  And again.  And again some more.  Lasting power, stamina, all niter.
	A great shudder was mutual between them; they shook and shivered; toes curled, hair straightened out.  As Keith’s prong exploded its luscious love DEEP inside his Mom’s twat—Shirley released her own flood and it coat her son’s dick and balls.

*

I Like you (but not in a creepy way)
	Jena Lynn.  She was a cutey in a Plain Jane sort of way, very plain.  Of course, she was ten years old, too.  Unlike with already captives Bonnie and Hanna, Mack had no hurry in shoving his love stick into the girl’s pussy, or asshole, or mouth.  Not yet anyways.  He had rescued her from just such an event from her soon-to-be new daddy.  
	Mack couldn’t understand it, couldn’t make much sense of it; though he did same to Bonnie and Hanna—he had done so with their young minds nipped and not “aware” of being raped.  Young Jena had been fully aware and somehow it just bothered Mack and he took action.
	Jena Lynn.  She was a cutey and made a nice addition to Hanna and Bonnie.  Rewiring her mind wasn’t much of a stretch and soon, willingly and “aware” the young girl proudly went about the house naked and willingly pleased Mack in every sexual manner he desired.
	Meanwhile her used-to-be new daddy was in county lock-up.  When it was discovered little Jena was missing a mad search ensued in the church parking lot where Jena’s Mom found Jena’s panties on the floorboard of Rory’s pick-up.
	She freaked and knew that the son-of-a-bitch had done something and promptly beat the shit out of him right there in front of the congregation.  The congregation let her have at him until the cops showed up.  Then they beat the shit out of him trying to get him to give up the details of where Jena was.  He didn’t know—and, he didn’t know.

	Mack had no intention of forever keeping Jena, nor Bonnie and Hanna.  Just for a while, fuck their brains out, smear his love all over them and then let ‘em go and get new faces to replace them.  Mack felt for Jena, more than the physical application.  She was a pussy virgin, Rory had gotten her in the ass AND she had sucked him.  Often times when Jena’s Mom was working and Rory was left in charge of her care—he beat her with a belt and his hand until she willingly submitted.
	Like Mack, Rory enjoyed watching Jena waltz about naked, dance naked, and masturbate.  Jena, too, peed standing up; straddling the toilet or standing in the bathtub.  It was a slow (but necessary and enjoyable) process transferring the girl into a calm person who readily would accept her “new way of life.”
	Still in search of companionship other than “captive” type, Mack continued visiting the redneck church.  There were many prospects there already; the naughty oh-so naughty grandpa; the daddy in the pick-up; and so on etc. etc. etc.
	The other fellow who had been with Keith that fateful day of Jena’s disappearance was Greg.  He was some years younger than Keith but friends with just the same.  (he had to be or Keith wouldn’t have let him get a hummer from his (Keith’s) little sis, Tracie!)
	The church was a haven for perverted scum, Greg Grayson was no exception.  The boy was happy most the times; and why not, he had three beautiful golden haired sisters and a dynamite Mom.  The sisters were new and so was the Mom.  Greg’s Dad had been a widower for some time and finally re-married.  “Carol” was the new Mom for Greg, he liked her in the beginning but wasn’t too keen on the re-marrying part or coming into the house on a permanent basis.
	The girls, Marsha, Jan, and Cyndia, were alright, too—he liked them from the onset, too; just like their Mother, but invading the household permanently annoyed him.  That passed soon enough when that little gadget electronically speaking fell into his life.
	A year after he girls and new Mommy came to be and Greg’s relationship to the invaders was nominal.  Unlike his own Mom who had died of a cancer; the girls’ Mom had died in a horrific car accident on her way home to Jan’s birthday.  So Greg cut them some slack and eased up on his dislike of their enduring presence.
	The little electronic mind altering device definitely altered Greg’s relationship.  Since the arrival of the girls and their Mom and in-house status, PANTIES began showing up everywhere (in his laundry mostly.)

	Occasionally he got to see glimpses of the girls in their underwear (or less.)  Sometimes while passing bedroom doors he saw the girls’ Mom in her underwear—or less.  Being a new teenager it was all Greg could think of, it was his only goal—to see a girl up front and personal; naked, naked, naked.  In her panties was ok—very ok, but up close and frontal naked was his optimum goal.
	The minding device Greg had wasn’t much to speak of; it had little in control operations and apparently, it’s only function was STUN.  Well, that would have to do.  The device was in his possession over a week before he used it.  Not that it didn’t work—it did (he tested it to make sure) but he just felt at odds with himself.  
	One day, though, thirteen year old Marsha with the super fine long-long blond hair came to him in his room asking homework help.  Greg was happy to oblige; he had found that having a sibling, girl or not, was actually ok.  Someone to talk to, to share life with, and to take the blame for something.
	But Marsha was alright, she WAS pretty, she was blossoming into a very nice looking girl, and he had heard her fart.  On more than one occasion he had seen her in her panties AND naked.  The image he had glimpsed strongly filled his mind and he wanted to see her more and more that same way.
	Jan was the nicer girl, shy and reserved.  Like her sister, Marsha, Jan had long superior golden hair but less golden and more “honey-ish”.  Jan was more sweet, kinder, and curious.
	Sister Cyndia was the youngest at six years.  Like Jan, Cyndia was honey blond but liked her hair short.  Unlike her sisters, though, Cyndia’s hair was curly.
	Fourteen year old Greg was an avid wanker; morning, noon, and night—and then all hours in between.  He humped his bed, his hand, and occasionally another dude’s ass.  He wasn’t profoundly gay, so he professed to himself—it was just sex.  There was no “oral” with the dude, just anal and mutual manhood manipulation.  But they weren’t gay.
	Humping the dude-friend was in lieu of humping a girl.  
	Marsha was a girl.
	She wore these narly tight-tight green pants that went just to the knees.  Her top was a wicked tight bodice thing.  Her body overall was trim, perfectly shaped, delicious!  

 	The clincher was when she BENT OVER onto his desk to look at the beginner’s algebra book Greg had scribbles all over somehow emerging into a plausible answer of explaining “If you sell x tickets, then your profit will be 3x − 10 dollars, or f(x) = 3x − 10, where f is the function, and x is the number to which the function is applied.”
	It had Marsha perplexed—long enough for the wily (horny) Greg to slyly whip out his new found implement.  Unlike other such implements, the one Greg had acquired was very-very low key.  A couple of three buttons, indicator lights and a power meter indicating strength amplitude.
	That was it.  Low key, no frills.
	But, it worked.
	Marsha remained bent-over but her own scribblings on her own paper had ceased.  As with his “test subject” earlier Greg brushed his hand up against her butt.  It was daring and very bold—but it proved a point; the girl was unaware the offense.
	“Marsha.” Another check of security.
	Standing up behind the girl Greg risked certain death by putting himself right up against her; then, with hands on her hips he began to hump—just as he had done with Carrie DeLong, his girlfriend.
 	They had held hands, kissed (no tongue) and rubbed shoulders.  That was prior to the acquisition of the EMAD.  There was no “mind controlling” as in initiating a new way of life—but that was ok.  The shenanigans had started at his girl’s house; parents gone.  The girl, Carrie, wasn’t one to “put out” and she was slow on letting Greg get to Second Base.  Mostly their relationship was nominal with being together, going to the movies, the park, the beach, and so on.  Greg, of course, wanted to step their relationship up a peg.  To do that would be either to take time and let the relationship evolve naturally OR use an EMAD.
	Greg chose the EMAD method.  Much faster with more pleasing results.  Getting the girl naked was a chore but well worth it once she was to her skin.  A long moment there was before anything else happened; then Greg was all about licking out her pussy, fondling her breasts, and laying his prick against her cunt and humping.
	There was concern about penetrating the girl’s quim and getting her pregnant.  That would be bad.  Luckily, Greg had “protection” and wrapped his rascal before slipping it into the hapless Carrie.  Whether or not she was a virgin or not—Greg had no idea.  He didn’t understand that complexity of a pussy.  All that mattered to Greg was to “get in”; “hump a little”; “get off”; then get out before anyone found out.

	It was a good fuck—in comparison to humping his bed and hand.
	It was a good fuck—in comparison to humping his best friend.
	Sinking his wrapped rascal into Carrie’s cunt was pretty phenomenal.  It was a mind blowing experience.  Fooling around with his best pal was one thing and experimenting with anal play was one thing; but actually shoving his fuck stick into a girl’s quim!?  That was bloody fucking awesome!
	He gave the girl his all—and then some.  He didn’t have to worry about her “feelings” or did she get off as much as he; that was a plus.  He humped his fill and as hard as he could and tried to make it a lasting hump but he was too horny and came off in under two minutes.
	Oh well.  He was naked with her and after carefully withdrawing and removing the condom he lay with the girl sucking on her titties, fingering her pussy, and wondering if she would really ever actually let him bone her.
	Back to Marsha.
	After much ado about touching her inappropriately all over; titty squeezing, ass groping, and “reach around” there was naught to do but undo (her pants.)  He wished she would have worn something simpler, something looser, something like a dress.  But the tight jeans would have to do.  They were skin tight but tight enough.  Greg had to smile (he had no choice) when reflecting on his Dad when seeing his new daughter in such jeans.  It was to be sure that the girl gave him wood.
	It gave thought to Greg to wonder if his old man wouldn’t mind sinking his bone into Marsha?  He figured that his Dad was humping Carol a lot, the new Wife/Mom.  Greg’s bone raged hard against Marsha thinking of Carol—thinking of Carol naked!
	Holy shit!
	The sudden possibilities of the EMAD came to light.  He had had his way with Carrie.  But that was just the beginning.  With the minding device he could have his way with anyone!  Anyone!
	Wow.

	Marsha had bright yellow panties.  Greg had heard of differing styles of panties; guys had two styles—boxers or briefs.  Girls had French-cut, bikini, full brief, boxers, and no telling what all.  He didn’t mean to but he went to his knees and stared at the girl’s ass.  Her pants he had undone and pulled down just enough to expose the ass.  His heart was pounding, his cock was throbbing.
	There were no thoughts—none of what to do or anything; he just took in his new sister’s ass admiring it.  It was a nice ass—very nice; shaped just right, perfectly alluring, and demanding attention.

	Although he was relatively sure for some certainty caution was still the thing and so very-very carefully did the panties slowly-slowly come down.  The superior ass was revealed slowly-slowly.  His mind was blank, his heart racing; a huge broad smile etched across his handsome boyish face.  Nodding his head in approval he stood and unleashed the beast—well, his best pal aptly referred to his (Greg’s) cock as such.  But in actuality it was just a normal fourteen year old schlong.  But Greg was happy with it (as was his best pal!)
	Anyways, Marsha’s ass.
	Marsha’s ass met Greg’s cock.  With a light touch, a kiss, Greg rubbed the head of his prick all over the girl’s ass and was about to go for it and get into the crack when,
	“MARSHA!?  GREG!?  ANYONE HOME?” a shout of interruption from downstairs.  Pesky siblings had come home unexpectedly.
	Greg barely got Marsha back to normal (and himself) and in his seat releasing Marsha’s mind just in time before both her siblings rushed in exclaiming about the accident their Mom had had at the supermarket.  It was no big deal, really, a slight fender bender but according to them it was “wild.”
	Marsha forgot about the homework question and left to go see the bent bumper.  Greg was curious, too, but pissed at the interruption.  He had to stop off in the bathroom first to take care of “business.”

	Jan.
	Although Marsha was the oldest of the girls it was Jan (Greg’s opinion) who looked the best.  Her smile was fantastic.  She had a more pleasing attitude; she was nicer, shy, reserved, and was more friendlier to Greg than Marsha.  The couple of times Greg had “accidentally” seen the middle sister in her underwear—Jan merely blushed and hid herself with a towel or whatever she was changing into or out of.  She didn’t get mad, angry, or raise a fuss—like Marsha had done.
	Marsha did forgive Greg but admonished him just the same.
	Jan, however, didn’t admonish Greg and took it all in stride and continued to giggle and blush about the incident whenever they met hours after.  The two would bump shoulders, jostle one another and to Jan—it was apparently no big deal.
	In facts, on one occasion when Greg knew Marsha was in the shower and Jan would follow after, he made his way down the hall passing the girl’s bedroom.  Cindy was in her own room and not of consequence.  The bedroom door was open just slightly…

	Jan could be heard inside her room singing—more humming than singing and as Greg slowly-slowly crept by outside in the hall,
	“Greg?”
	Greg stopped in his tracks and there was Jan in stripped blue/white bikini panties.  For merely eleven—Jan was HOT!  It was her face more than her body—but the body was pretty good, too!  She didn’t have much of a chest, but she did have something to suck on, fondle and so on just the same.
	“Hi!” Greg said trying to curb himself.
	Jan tugged in a lip as she stood in her panties at the door trying to check and see if anyone was about.  Greg himself was dressed in a bathrobe and was making for the other bathroom at the end of the hall. 
	“Taking a shower, huh?” Jan asked.
	Greg nodded that it was so.  
	It was so weird to casually stand gawking at one another as they did.
	“Is anyone about?” Jan curiously asked.
	Greg shook his head No.
	“Good.” Jan replied.
	“You’re up next I guess, huh?” Greg chortled.
	“Yeah,” Jan said comically, “Marsha the Queen always wants to go first.”	 
	Awkward moments there were between the two—and then Greg noted that the shy girl was standing with her thumbs hooked into her panties.  What was she doing that for?  Greg’s bone was thoroughly engorged and wouldn’t take much to explode.  The situation was already volatile with Jan clad merely in her panties.
	And it seemed as though the goofy girl was waiting for something.  Sure, she was waiting for her turn in the bathroom, but Greg got the strange feeling there was more.
	‘show her your ding-dong, dumbass!’ spoke his inner voice.
	Greg blushed and blushed big.  	Could he get away with it?  Could he just open his robe and expose himself to her?  Would she freak?  What would she do?
	Looking left, looking right, Greg began to pull his robe open with his hands inside the pockets.  Jan’s eyes were glued right on him—at where his cock awaited her gaze.  
	And just as the unveiling was unveiling—
	“Is Marsha done yet?” Cindy called out from her bedroom.
	Greg fled and Jan slammed the door shut.

	Cyndia.
	“Greg, would you mind watching Cyndia while I go shopping?”
	Greg had no problem with that request from his Mom.  He had other things he would rather do, sure; but he had a good rapport with the six year old and didn’t mind at all.
	No one else was in the house.
	In the Family Room Greg found the little tyke.  He didn’t proclaim himself to be a “monster” and had little intention of out and out molesting her; not to the point of penetrating her anyways.  But, there were other notions that surged thru him bordering on monsterism.
	Firstly, they played a board game, then had “tea”, then while there was still time left before anyone was scheduled to come home, Greg distracted her by having her close her pretty blue eyes for a “Guess What’s in Your Mouth!”
	Good guess.
	First was a banana; then a carrot; then a cucumber (bleck!).
	She guessed string cheese, hot dog wiener, and pickle.
	Then she went quiet and still as the wondrous minding gadget Greg held overwhelmed her young mind and soothed her.  Clicking her fingers got nothing, making a “fart” noise got nothing and if that didn’t do it nothing would.  
	It was a little awkward and somewhat clumsy but he stood with his pecker out brushing it against her face as she sat with legs folded Indian style.  She was a cutey girl, those blue eyes set her off.  She had ultra curly hair, a small body, and a curiosity coupled with being naïve that made her a charmer.
	All over her sweet innocent face did Greg rub against her with his pud; face humping in other words.  The little girl did nothing to indicate awareness so Greg stepped over the line of brotherly decency and pushed his hardened prick into her mouth.  With his hand to he back of her head he moved her down the shaft while his hips moved back.
	Just when he felt the time was ready to blow off he heard a noise.
	“Shit!” he bitched.
	Checking quickly the patio/driveway relieved him; no car and no one coming to the sliding door.  He then raced to thru the kitchen peeking into the living room—no one there, either.
	Had someone come in and gone straight up to their room?
	Greg didn’t think so—whoever would have said something or made more noise.  Maybe.

	No one upstairs; not in their rooms or in the bathrooms.
	Returning to Cyndia he waited, listened, fretted, and grew annoyed.  
	Then he returned to humping the little girl but was unable to achieve the lofty goal he sought—orgasm.  A little frustrated he laid Cyndia out and tugged down her short blue pants.  Plain blue kiddie panties there was to greet Greg; he smiled and a bit of cum jutted from his piss slit.
	Desperation continued to tug him over the line of decency and down came those plain blue panties.  Greg’s mind blanked out.  All he could do was to stare at the girl’s nakedness.  It was smooth, hairless, untouched.  More cum was jutting from his piss slit bring him back to some since of reality—such as it was.
	In the panties there was a pee stain; on the girl’s pussy there was a strong hint of pee.  Greg licked, lapped, and engulfed the whole of the girl’s quim bringing him to lay his prick against Cyndia’s cunt.  There he did hump and hump well squirting a massive wad of spunk a minute later.
	Grind-grind-grind splat!
	The release was incredible and it didn’t matter anymore if anyone came home.  It did, but…
	After the release he gouged the head of his cock into the girl’s innocent slit.  His hands went all over her young body, cupping her ass and grinding his aching prick into his own spunk right into her little slit.  He humped and humped until he heard the family car pull into the drive.  Mom was home.

	Under extreme stealth and serious panic, Greg leapt up the living room stairs carrying his soiled baby sister; her pants and panties still at her ankles and his cock still out of his pants.  Into the hall bathroom the girls used mostly and he quickly wiped off his splooge, copped a feel and knew that he wanted to hump on her some more.  Then he dressed her and placed her in her room before calming himself.
	He heard his name and debated what to do.
	“Hi, Mom!” he said bounding down the stairs.
	In the kitchen his new Mom had deposited some grocery sacks,
	“There’s more in the car.” She said wiping her brow, smiling, exhausted.  Greg happily made way to the car, Cyndia came into the scene—a little confused but upon seeing her Mommy she brightened and forgot why she was confused.

*

Let me spill a little love on you
	Interruptions pissed him off.  The only time that he wasn’t interrupted when he was at his best pal’s home.  Best pal, Norman, was an easy going guy; tall, lanky, and had a whopper of a cock.  He was shy, hailed from a farm life but was transitioning to city life just fine.  He was well liked, got along with everyone, and although he professed in his like of girls, he and Greg enjoyed their private moments together.
	With both Norman’s parents working, no siblings, seldom anyone just “dropping by”, Norm and Greg often skinny dipped in the backyard pool before “frolicking” freely on the deck, patio, and in the house.  
	Greg enjoyed the frolicking part, the butt stuff; him to Norm.  Taking dick was another thing.  Sucking was ok, ball fondling, mutual masturbating—that was all ok.  Taking dick in the ass—that was another matter.  Greg didn’t care for it and didn’t derive a lot of sexual pleasure from it but tolerated it ‘cause it was turnabout-fare play.
	Butt sex; ass grabbing, humping, humping genitals, and cocksucking.
	No kissing.  Greg absolutely drew the line there.  Kissing was tantamount for sure being a flaming homo.  A little ass grabbing, anal, and cock spit was one thing—flinging his tongue into another dude’s mouth was a no-go.
	On his way home…
	Normally, Greg kept his electronic minding device at home in a safe and secure spot.  Normally.  For some reason, he took the mind altering gadget with him.  He wasn’t sure why—he just did.  Was it to use against his friend, Norm; no, not really.  Norm’s Mom?  Way no—Norm’s Mom was a 2-bagger (two bags over the face in case the other fell off.)
	The trek from Norm’s to his own home was three blocks and one over.  Greg walked as his bike was damaged and he hadn’t the funds to get it fixed yet.  Taking the alleyway Greg saw a girl sloughing some garbage in a red wagon.  Two large overstuffed plastic garbage bags probably weighing more than she did were in the wagon; the girl brought the wagon all the way out into the alley to load the garbage can in the inset.
	The girl was cute; blond with hair down to just passed her shoulders with some curls.  Lily white, average size for her age group, tight but not too tight powder blue pants and a green top with a bold daisy on the front.  She had “nobbies” and was not quite eleven years young.

	The girl had a little trouble hefting the oversized bags but managed with one.  The second one was the most difficult and ripped spilling some contents.  The girl, Elyse, fretted but managed to wrestle the rest of the bag into the can then began picking up that which had spilled.
	Greg hung loose at the end of the alley watching.
	He watched—and he watched—and he watched.
	When the girl dug out her panties from her ass—it was too much for Greg and he was done “watching.”  He had no idea the “range” of the EMAD, it had never come into play as his previous Subjects had been kinda up close and personal.  From where he was to where Elyse stood was guestimated to be about twelve to fifteen feet.  Greg clung to the wooden fence of Mr. McPeevy.  It was tall, like all the fences in the alley; some fences were brick, masonry, chainlink with ivy coverage, or a variety of wooden structure ensuring privacy and security.
	Eylse picked up the handle of the wagon and was opening the fence gate when—
	As soon as she went still and remained so for several seconds, Greg made his appearance.
	“Hi, Elyse!” he said.  Elyse was a friend of his new sister Jan.
	Elyse didn’t move or respond to his greeting.
	Wrinkling his nose Greg clicked his fingers before her eyes; then, on the sly, brushed the back of his hand to her breasts.  He didn’t know what he would do if the girl (or any other Subject) should react.
	Elyse didn’t and Greg pulled her into the ivy wall that well enough hid them.  Noting that the gate was still open askew Greg re-shut it then returned his attention to the girl.
	Greg wasted no more time and got Elyse’s pants undone and down.
	Red panties.  Plain, simple, and red.  Greg’s cock nearly busted out of his pants.  Already he had had quite a tryst with his best bud but it wasn’t enough.  His desire was great—his need greater.
	With trembling fingers he pulled down the girl’s panties.  
	“Nice.” 
	It was a nice pussy, fresh, clean, few pubes, and smooth.  Greg lingered a moment then eased the girl down on some broken cardboard boxes and off came the pants and panties.  The top the girl wore was up and off in seconds leaving the girl stark naked.  
	Greg lay on the girl undoing his pants and pushing them down some.  Oh how his cock ached but it felt good against the girl’s pussy.  It felt fantastic!  A quick commence of humping ensued with sincere forethought of penetration.

	Gouging the head of his cock penetration began.  Elyse made a face as the breech occurred but otherwise remained unawares.  A slight thrust and he was in.  Another screwed up face of discomfort and Greg was easing further and further inward.  He pulled out and using her own panties wiped clean his dick and her pussy.  It was gross but he didn’t like blood.
	A couple of strong humps on the girl’s trench and he was thrusting his way back in trying to go slow and make the event a lasting one.  The full length of his average but adequate cock went all the way and was stimulating him wholly when,
	“ELYSE!  ELSYE!  You got that garbage out yet?”
	Shit!

	Interruptions—interruptions—interruptions!!!
	Greg couldn’t believe his luck—and it pissed him off royally.  Somehow—somehow he was going to have to score with some chick somehow somewhere ALONE.  
	Marsha-Marsha-Marsha!!!
	The following day found Marsha in the garage sweeping.  God she was cute!  Her usually long straight unstyled hair was put up on her head secured by a handkerchief.  A simple top and green knee britches she wore and Greg could just see her panty lines.
	“Where’s everyone at?” Greg asked lopping into the open garage.
	Mom—shopping.
	Dad—working.
	Jan—after school project.
	Cyndia—little friend’s house.
	“And I’m here.” Sweeping.  It was a chore and a “nice” thing to do.  The blended family had a combined “bunch of crap” and it needed stored somewhere.  Greg and his Dad were avid fishermen; they also liked to canoe up and down some rivers and lakes and they also liked to hike.  So they had a lot of “crap” stowed in the garage and over the course of some months the crap had been moved about and stored in the attic rafters of the garage.
	Marsha was sweeping and moving stuff (crap) about to make more room for the family car and the family bicycles.  
	It was a quarter after three.  Greg had passed up time to play ball at school—and to play “ball” with his pal, Norm, to hustle home and see who he might possible have a chance at.  His Dad worked until four-thirty.  Mom’s shopping usually was a two hour chore.
	The sisters were questionable.
	Interruptions were possible and always would be.

	While Marsha continued her sweeping—and turning her back to get under some shelving pooching that wondrous young teenage ass to him, Greg made good with the EMAD and zapped her.
	The sweeping stopped instantly.
	Greg waited for the dust to settle then powered down the garage door.
	After security measures were checked and determined that the young tart was essentially a zombie, Greg wasted no time and got her britches down.  Pinkish panties greeted him.  He took those down, too.  The bare ass was warm and as Greg roamed his hands over the “moon” flesh a dramatic hard-on.  
	The hard-on was freed and took its turn to roam all over Marsha’s ass; Greg moaned and quickly moved to began an anal assault.  No interruption.  He paused anticipating one but none came—the only cumming was his cock.  He pressed the bulbous tip that was pulsing and very sensitive to the girl’s tight-tight hole and began pushing in.
	Full anal entry wasn’t possible—not without a lot of effort and he wasn’t quite ready for that.  But the head and some shaft length was in.  Let the pumping begin!
	And Greg found that by successful pumping Marsha’s hole opened more to allow more and more of her new brother’s shaft.  It was still tight, still very snug, still extremely rewarding.  And no interruptions!
	But then again—not quite.
	Just as the final squirts of brotherly love left his cock and Greg heard the telltale sounds of a family car pulling onto the long driveway to the detached garage that sat back from the house.  Greg wasn’t quite-quite thru, he wanted to pump his sister’s ass a little more; relax, eat out her pussy, finger her pussy, then go from there.  Whether or not he could hump her cunt remained to be seen—and so it would.
	Scrambling to clean his dirty dong and his sister’s well fucked smoldering hole was a challenge.  Thankfully the only windows were on the side and none on the door.  Greg quickly put his sibling back in order then himself, grabbed a spare broom and “released” Marsha from the minding device.
	Marsha staggered, farted, and looked as if she were about to hurl.
	She didn’t but looked to Greg strangely.
	“I’ll open the door.” He said wiping the air with his hand as the sweeping had stirred up a lot of dust.  Marsha recovered and apparently was none the wiser.  
	It was a partial success.  Greg vowed to get Marsha solely.  Somehow—somewhere—someway.

Jan—Jan naughty as she can (be)
	11:15  jerk off via hand manipulation
	11:25  hump bed
	11:40  wrap Marsha’s panties around johnson and jerk off 
	11:55 go bathroom
	Downstairs was a full bath plus a half bath; the unfinished basement had a bathroom, too.  Upstairs there was two full bathrooms.  The girls used one exclusively but not always.  Greg had use of the other—it was smaller and had a shower only.  
	It was not unusual for one of the girls to use the bathroom Greg used; there were three girls and they didn’t like sharing their bathroom.  Greg found Jan in his bathroom brushing her teeth.
	“Hi!” she said with a mouthful of paste.
	“What up?” Greg asked.
	“Forgot to brush my teeth!” she giggled and spat out the paste.
	How do you forget that?  Before going to bed; brush hair for fifteen minutes; fart, pee, wash face, brush teeth.  Not necessarily in that order.  Greg stood at the door watching her—his cock was still enthused and hadn’t been quite satisfied.  Jan wore her powder blue nightgown and Greg could see that there were NO panties!
	His heart began to race and his cock groaned.
	“What are you doing up?” Jan asked.
	Greg’s mind was blank.  Good question.
	Jan rinsed out her mouth, farted, then washed her lips off.  
	Greg stood at the doorway slowly-slowly revealing the fact that he had a raging boner in his pajamas.  Jan had some tissue she had used for some reason and casually dropped it into the waste can by the toilet—but missed the can so she stooped over to pick up the paper and drop it in directly.  The “stooping” over revealed for a fact that the girl had no undies on.  Greg stepped in with his cock leading the way.
	When Jan stood up and turned to face her brother—there he was with his cock hard and ready for action.  Jan blushed big and giggled—her pretty eyes all a gleam.
	“Wow,” she said, “that’s big.” But what did she have to compare it to?
	Greg beamed and tugged on the proudly stately schlong, flopped it, waggled it, showed it off.  Jan watched, giggling, gleaming, totally fascinated.  
	Slowly—ever so slowly and did Jan raise up her thin shortie nightgown revealing for a fact that she was underwearless.  It was Greg’s turn to gleam.

	On her knees, Jan eyed the one-eyed monster more up close and personal like.  Greg pulled the skin of his flute back tautly trying to convey to his not so timid sister “suck it.”
	But she didn’t.  She was too enamored and the concept of “suck” was not a part of her psyche.  Greg didn’t have the minding device, he wondered if he could talk her into anything.  Anything at all.
	“Hold it.” he blurted in a low almost inaudible voice.
	Jan wouldn’t “hold it”; she was too embarrassed.
	“Lay down, then.”
	Surprisingly, the girl did.

	Grinding on Jan was ok—just ok.  Greg, however, wanted in.  Jan, however, was too frightened, too giddy, and somewhat resistant knowingly and otherwise.  Instinctively she knew better than to let Greg shove his fucks stick into her cunny.  But she was sort of willing to willingly let him, too.  She was just frightened.
	Somehow, Greg settled and eased off Jan’s clothing.  Her pussy was warm and “moist.”  Already there were sexual lubrication on the girl’s cunt and it excited the both of them—Greg more.
	The excitement cumulated to a fantastic spree whereas Greg DID make vaginal entry and it wasn’t that bad.  There was little blood to show for the breech and Jan felt only mild discomfort.  When the incestuous deed was done—the two slipped into the shower and showered together!  They did!

Cyndia Lou, I screw you!	
	There was no sleeping the rest of the night, that was for damn sure!  Humping his sister on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night!  Wow!;  Wow! Wow! And double fucking WOW!  And it happened all too fast—on the floor.  In the shower, though—that was better.  With the warm water splashing on them they hugged one another and security went down the drain.
	Massaging Jan’s pussy made her feel better but the girl was just as giddy as ever!  Greg didn’t mind the fingering of the girl’s cunt and finally she did grip his stick and massage it.  She still wouldn’t kiss it but that would come in time.
	In the meanwhile, it was clumsily and awkward and twice they nearly fell, but Greg maneuvered Jan to position her back/shoulders against the tiled wall of the back of the shower; then, with diligence and determination, penetrated the girl’s cunt and it was better—way better than the humping he had just done to her on the bathroom floor!

	Five minutes at least did Greg hump Jan.  Whether or not she herself “got off” or not was not clear.  Greg got his (and that was all that mattered!)  He loved on her, cupped her ass, sucked on her so-so titties, shoved his fuck stick into her and then on her until there was no more and his chemistry began to change making him weak and worthless.
	But he did kiss on the girl and the two stood numbly in the shower sucking face—and peeing!  Greg thought he was having dick trouble and something close to an orgasm—then Jan began to giggle as she stood with her nimble legs open peeing and there was Greg also peeing.
	When done, they stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off.  Greg saw Jan’s ass and wanted to go for it—but his cock was not in the mood.  ‘later, asshole, later!’
	The relationship between the two siblings (non-biological) had forever changed.  And it was mostly Jan who was enamored with Greg; Greg was merely lustful for his sister; he viewed her as a simple conquest.  Nothing more—nothing less.
	In bed, he lay out naked massaging his favorite organ.  
	He had fucked Jan.
	He had fucked Jan!
	And it was a good fuck, too.  Twice!
	Greg knew that he could probably at length get her to suck him (off.)
	It was figured that he could get her in the ass, too.
	Then the conquest of Jan Shannon Grayson would be complete.
	That left Marsha!  Marsha!  Marsha! and Cyndia.
	Cyndia?  Hmmm What could he possibly do with the six year old?
	Hump.  Lots and lots of humping (on) and all over her.  Doubtful that any penetration could be made.  Maybe the mouth.  Surely the mouth; his balls all over her face; his cock squirting brotherly love all over—that was more likely and probable.
	And it was unlikely to seriously doubtful that Cyndia would be as willing as Jan.  For that matter, Marsha, too.  The minding device would have to compensate.
	His thoughts settled on Marsha.  In the ass.  He wanted to fuck her ass raw, fill it to capacity with his love spunk.  Then, whip her around and face fuck her silly until he was ready to shoot again and then squirt his love all over her face and hair.
	Then have her suck him off.
	Getting off in her pussy would be last.
	Then he wanted to spank her!

	Somewhere before sunup and he finally drifted to sleep only to be rudely awakened moments later by a knock and then a gasp.  Greg was too bleary eyed to know what what or who who.  According to his clock it was a few minutes before seven.
	Shit!
	He thought he saw four-thirty on the clock before he drifted off to sleep—now it was suddenly seven!  He sighed, farted, and found his cock still with him—still aching.  But it was a good ache.  He had fucked Jan!
	He needed a moment to himself—then heard the girls yelling as they made their way out of their rooms and down the stairs to breakfast.  Greg stretched, farted again then slowly pulled on some clothes.  
	At the bottom of the stairs there was Marsha seemingly waiting.
	“Thought I was going to have to knock on your door again.” The girl said with a smile.  The look on her plain face, though, told Greg there was more.
	“You should be more careful.” She whispered as the two went shoulder to shoulder slowly advancing to the breakfast table.
	“What? Greg asked for clarity.
	“They way you sleep—in your room.”
	Greg played dumb—so SHE was the one.  He smiled as he knew she had seen him—naked.  This was interesting.
	“I saw you, naked!” she explained blatantly.
	“What were you doing looking?” he asked back chidingly.
	Marsha cocked her head, ‘how dim are you?’ “Mom asked me to get you up.” And “UP” he was—full strength hard and ready to fuck!  “I knocked on your door but got no answer.” Then, “I guess I should have left it at that but I did open your door.  I just didn’t think you would be laying on your bed that way.”
	‘Did you like what you saw?’
	They arrived at the table and that was it.

	Cyndia-Cyndia-Cyndia!
	Taking the high school electronic class was a big help.  A little confusing, a lot confounding; but in the end—success!  Greg scored a B- and had a clearer understanding of diodes, electrodes, amplifiers, transistors and all that jazz.  
	But applying that knowledge to his one and only minding gadget was tricky—not too mention frightful.  The minding device was his “one and only.”  Fuck it up and show’s over.  And that would just suck!

	But early on and Greg had realized how limited his nifty little gadget was.  It needed enhancement.  The only way to enhance was to open up the case and start tweaking, adding a component, whatever.  A semester and Greg wondered if it was enough.  He liked the high school campus and couldn’t wait until he got there regularly.  The girls were something else, bigger parts, prettier, more shape, more flirtatious, and a hell of a lot more of them.
	Once the case was open—Greg knew he needed another semester of Electronics 101, 1A, Advanced Electronics, and Are You Over Your Head (repairing the toaster)?  But with a sigh and dire determination—Greg persevered; the EMAD needed an upgrade but there wasn’t much to “upgrade.”  There was one circuit board with a sensory touch pad, no wires.
	Greg had some components but wasn’t sure exactly how to attach them or what they would do—if anything, once he did.  A genuine fear was losing the effects—those marvels electronical effects of the EMAD once he did something griped him.  He had a good thing going—why risk fucking it up?
	Why indeed.
	Cyndia (actually pronounced “Cindy” but spelt different to fuck with you) was playing with her dolls in the family room.  Greg’s newly repaired bike skidded to a stop outside on the patio where he met his Mom coming out of the house.
	“Oh Greg, so glad you’re home!”
	Greg smiled, he had her on his List, too, (to conquer).
	“What’s up?” noting that she seemed haggard.
	“Well, it’s Marsha, I forgot bla-bla-bla and Marsha needs bla-bla-bla so she can bla-bla-bla so I need to go bla-bla-bla so I need you to stay here and watch over Cyndia.”
	“Sure, Mom, no prob.”
	“No prob!” quipped his Mom trying to keep up with the younger generation lingo.  She bounded off to the family car and was gone—leaving Greg alone with little Cyndia once more.
	Dad was at work.
	Jan was at a school event.
	Marsha was on some lofty pedestal trying to be Miss Goody with her Mom’s help.  The wheels in Greg’s head whirled and whirled.  As soon as the sound of the car was down the street, Greg happily and eagerly made his way into the house.

	“Will you play with me?” Cyndia asked as her big brother made his way in.
	“Sure!” he said beamingly.  
	They played dolls (again) and had a tea party (again.)
	Then it was time fro Greg’s favorite game—‘guess what’s in your mouth.’  His cock was already salivating.  To be safe—and plausibly uninterrupted, Greg hustled his naïve little sis up to his room (and surreptitiously locked the door (for no unannounced intrusions)) then distracted Cyndia with having her sing him a song, blind fold her, whirl her around then—
	Electronic Mind Altering Device powers—activate!
	Laying Cyndia out on his bed he paused a moment, then got down to business taking off her shoes, socks, pants, and top.  Then another long moment as he stared and took in the naked tyke.  He smiled.  Of course, there was no way he could breech her cunt—or asshole.  but—
	For the next hour Greg enjoyed a significant amount of “rubbing.”
	Humping, grinding, licking, and even spanking!
	It turned him on (the spanking) and confounded him, too.  It was phenomenal to be able to administer such discipline and the recipient not even aware.  
	Greg’s cock got quite the work out grinding and humping all over the sibling’s body.  Her pussy and ass was the primary target but he also enjoyed humping and grinding against her face.  And the only hole possible was her mouth—but not much of his cock could he get in there.  But he was satisfied and after an hour of so he quit.
	A significant amount of brotherly love coated her cunt area, also her ass, asshole, and face.  The simple fact that Cyndia was indeed a mere child didn’t bother Greg; it did but not on the level of his sexual thinking.  She wasn’t biologically connected to him so he didn’t consider his messing with her (or her sisters) incestuous.
	It was sex.  Pure and simple in all its grody terms.   

Mommie dearest
	“Greg, would you help me with some things in the attic?”
	“Sure!” Greg was always eager to help his moment.  Very eager.
	The attic was stuffed with crap; crap-crap-crap.  Furniture from both sides of the family mostly.  His new Mommy wanted some of the furniture to begin integrating it into the normal household.
	No one else was home.
	Perfect.

	A lamp, a pair of nightstands, a quilt, a wall hanging, a throw rug, and a coffetable made the trek from the attic to the living room.  The lamp was hideous but supposedly a family heirloom.  Greg kept his comments to himself.  The nightstands were from an era no one knew of.  The quilt was to be a wall hanging and was of some odd geometric shape.  Greg liked it but found it hard to stare out for too long.
	Carol made one more look around in the attic for something to take down; she swept up a little, opened a small round window and was never the wiser of her one and only teenage son behind her.  
	The dust stirred up settled.  Carol went still.  Greg sighed.
	Getting naughty with Marsha—that was one thing.
	Getting willingly naughty with Jan—that was one thing.
	Getting super naughty with Cyndia—that was one thing.
	Getting freaky naughty with the new Mom?  That was a category all its own.  But that was the way it was and Greg liked it.  It was a bother that Carol was in her mid thirties; she still had form and good looks.  Her laugh, smile, and demeanor were intoxicating.  There was a serious side but it seldom showed.
	For a few moments all Greg could do was stare.  He took in the woman, admired her, and for the first time since she had come into his life relaxed.  He couldn’t explain it but since she had come into his life he had been on edge.  The girls were ok, in the beginning he really didn’t care for them let alone notice them.  Then as the dating of his Dad and Carol continued and got serious, the girls came over to the house and there were outings the noticing took on a new note.
	It had been over a year and Greg still didn’t know what to think of having “sisters.”  They were ok, there were fights, bickerings, invasions of privacy, and typical sibling rivalry; Greg had a solution to that.  
	Greg had a solution to his cunt hungry aching cock, too.

	Paisley blue panties greeted Greg as he got Carol’s blue pants down (and off.)  A tapestry rug was laid out on a sturdy dinning table and Carol was laid out on that (for comfort.)  Her blouse was off and she was clad in panties and bra.  Greg’s cock was about to bust wide open.
	Another round of long lingering salivating gazing, though, before anything else.  In the back of his mind he knew time was precious so he stepped up the gazing and pulled the woman’s panties down (and off.)

	A trim twat.  The pubes on Carol’s cunt were really very well trim and Greg figured his Dad fucked her on a regular basis.  Equipped with the EMAD, Greg was gonna fuck her on a regular basis, too!  And casually, as he undressed he wondered if his dear ole Dad would like to fuck Marsha (on a regular basis?)
	What about Jan?
	What about Cyndia?
	Occasionally Greg noted that his Dad hugged the girls; he patted them on the back and with Cyndia he cupped her butt (while holding her.)  But was that a Fatherly thing or did he have an ulterior motive—along with a boner?
	It was something to think about—but first!

	There was a slight hint of “pee” to Carol’s cunt but it didn’t turn Greg off—it enthused him!  He licked, lapped, nipped the lips and wondered what she would think if she knew?  What would she think if she knew he had humped the beejesus out of Cyndia?  What if she knew he was having regular sex with willing Jan?  What if she knew…
	Greg gingerly slid his cock s-l-o-w-l-y into his new Mommy’s cunt and once all the way in let his cock hump there for a moment before s-l-o-w-l-y pulling out.  Once out he humped the gash before returning to her crevice and hump there for several minutes.
	The pussy of Carol wasn’t particularly tight but it was pleasingly snug.  Greg didn’t care; all that mattered was the simple fact that he was humping his step-Mom!  That scored big points on the Conquer and Fuck scorecard.  She was totally naked and totally unaware—Greg was more than satisfied.

*

Bang the sheep slowly
	The redneck church by the river had quite a congregation; a stern looking daddy getting a hummer in his pick-up; a grandpa humping naughtily to the extreme his two young granddaughters; two teens having their way with a lovely flaming red haired girl the young sister of one of those teens; and on and on it went.
	Mack found one more. 

	After some astute observation of Paul Mikelson, Mack determined he was like him, a strong candidate for inclusion to the exclusive Pervert’s Association.  It took awhile, Mack had others to observe and continue to follow and keep tabs on.  He was very impressed with Greg, Keith, the Grandpa, the rest.  All had qualities that were admirable and possibly useful in case need be. 
	But Mack living on his own at the remote digs outside town liked his remoteness and private life.  Of course, he had a reason—he had young peoples in his remote dig that were not related to him or assigned to him.  Bonnie and Hanna, the Carney twins were some; Jena Lynn had been added recently.  
	There was no self-control for Mack Borelin; there were others sharing the remote dwelling.  A couple of boys and four more girls.  Four more girls!  No self-control whatsoever.  One girl was black and another was of Chinese origin.  For the time being—Mack thought what he had would suffice.  He planned on having his way with them, enjoying them, doing whatever then exchange them for new ones.  That was the plan.
	What had begun to bug him, though, was—doing it alone.  He had long thought of acquiring a sidekick; someone who was like him.   He had begun to think that there was no one like him—and then there was Paul.  From what he had learned so far he surmised that Paul would enjoy Bonnie, Hanna, Sara, Tosha, Jena, Charles, Bryan, Samantha, and Pia.
	There was a yearning, a desire, for companionship; someone to share his life, his likes, and so on.  Was Paul the one?  There was hesitation; fear.  Trusting someone else with vital information about a particular lifestyle that was unapproved by the general public was a cause for concern.  But Mack relied on his instincts and his instincts told him that Paul Mikelson was the one.  But to be sure…